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stained-glass-salamander · 3 years ago

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Happy Birthday!! 🎉🎉 - First of all I want to say how happy I am having found your blog relatively recently 😊 I really enjoy your style and look forward to your work every day. Be it in a post, or in the tags. I also want to thank you for being so supportive of mine! So, thanks! 💙 I hope you'll have a wonderful birthday.

1) truth: when I read your words about MCU it immediately had me thinking about its signal function in a broader social context, so what are your insights on that?

2) dare: I woke up one night and wrote this half sleeping, haven't used it yet, so this is a prompt: "Rhythm. Everything in existence logic pattern path of least resistance repetitive. Human = chaos. Repetition is boredom. The rhythm the pulse is distorted. Life! Life is chaos. The rest geometry."

3) we'll skip three 😋

4) I'd love a prompt!

5) and a flower, of course!

But because it's your birthday, I have a flower for you as well 😊 - enjoy your day!! 🎉

Hello and thank you for such a nice message - I thought about ways and words to convey how happy I am to have you enjoy my posts because I sure do enjoy yours, but got nowhere beyond a simple thank you. Rest assured I'll definitely keep on supporting your work as there is something enchanting in the way you write that got me transfixed - maybe it is the perspective from which you see things, maybe it is the way you use words to compose what reads like a piece of music, maybe it's everything at once or nothing at all - I can't quite name one specific aspect that makes it so alluring and beautiful, alloting your poems into my personal "resplendence" category along with nice landscape views, stained glass, flowers and 19th century piano compositions. I find myself gravitating to your words over and over again, and I sure am grateful for the serendipity that allowed me to find your blog. So, thank YOU!💙

And now that I had my fan-girl moment (please don't be scared, it's just me riding out the thrill of someone whose work I admire saying they enjoy my work too 😁), let's get onto the asks. I'm going to leave it under "read more."

(note: I think I'm going to scream, no wait, I'm already screaming - I wrote an approx. 5000 characters essay about MCU and tumblr glitched, leaving me with absolutely nothing. Yeah, I know, it was stupid of me not to save the draft after I finished or write it in an actual text editor, alas, here we are. Lessons learned. So just you know why I am answering so late. And why it is brief.)

1 - Ah, the MCU. First of all, the idea of kalokagathos is, unlike God, very much alive in the western society of today. As much as people enjoy heroic stories, they want to see beautiful people in tight costumes even more (when did we as a civilisation decide it is better to cover the body in neoprene rather than observe it nude? It would make more sense to wear a mask and some kind of briefs but nothing else given the unshakeable uniformity of the hero body shape.) The need for perfection is so great we are allowing Marvel heroes to be void of anything resembling a real human personality. This is nicely illustrated in Endgame, where Thor's depression is something we are supposed to laugh at. He is no longer perfect, and we are allowed to laugh at him displaying emotions and putting on some weight, and I hate this with a burning passion. Instead of giving the audience the story of Thor overcoming what more than fifty per cent of all people worldwide suffer from with help of friends and making positive changes, he is a laughing stock. And then there is the problem with heroes coming to existence through a quick process, usually some kind of exposure to radioactivity or a different substance that "mutates their DNA" (which in itself is laughable, but let's leave that aside for today.) There is no instance of people working hard to become strong, they simply get bitten by a rabid spider and get their code changed to wake up as a beefcake in the morning. I think this is a very common symptom of our western lifestyles where fast is not fast enough anymore.

Second of all, the films are void of any profound message because everything else is oversaturated with deep messages. The target group (which is huge judging by the money Disney makes off Marvel) wants to leave their dystopian lives outside the theatre, and watch morally flat characters fight other morally flat characters. We want to engage in an escapist fever dream full of stunning visual effects simply because it is better than anything we could do for those two hours.

Another reason for so many people to love it might be their feeling of having no power over their lives whatsoever. The idea of a hero coming and saving them, however improbable and illogical it is, might bring a certain level of comfort. Films such as MCU ones know this very well and are used as a tool to steer the masses where the government wants them. That is why heroes need to fight aliens to protect the earth - Hollywood past 9/11 is nothing but a tool for pro-war propaganda, and when we look at the parallel of good heroes fighting bad aliens, we don't have to look anymore.

Now, I also want to mention comedic interjections in MCU movies. Watching a film is not unlike travelling by submarine. Where captains like Bergmann immediately drop into the depths of the Marinara trench and stay there for as long as possible, Marvel regularly resurfaces to keep people alert and ready for another part. The comedic break not only serves as a way to divide the story into more digestible chunks, but it is also an attempt to make heroes more human-like and overtakes the comedy market. I have already mentioned that 9/11 has steered Hollywood into propaganda and as such, the comedy genre took a blow. But then, in 2008, Marvel came and gave people something they can laugh about, and voila, people wanted to see more of the silly jokes.

To conclude, the popularity of the MCU stems from the disillusion a large number of people are going through in relation to the dystopian nightmare they live in. All they seek is a visually appealing epic with likeable characters that would allow them not to think about the real world for a moment.

2 - I'm going to post the prompt as a separate post :)

3 - oh thank you :D it wasn't the best idea to list this so I'm happy you left it out

4 - and I am more than happy to provide: being a sanded down shard of glass is not the end of my journey, it is merely a beginning. Where others see nothing but void I walk with a prism in my eye and birdsong in my heart.

5 - thank you so much for the flower, it's so beautiful!!! I love that it looks like a little star - and maybe it really is a star that fell from the night sky for you to find it. By the way, is that your hand in the background holding it upwards? That's so very sweet of you - you managed to position it right in the middle of the picture, so it looks very aesthetically pleasing - thank you so much 💛

I thought about what flower to give you, and picked out three:

this rose because you seem to like yellow flowers. Also, their scent is amazing and maybe the sweet fragrance would be nice and soothing to fall asleep to.

Another flower would be this beautiful peony - and as a fellow bee enthusiast, I thought you would like to see these two ladies grinding hard to get that pollen.

and the last flower I wanted to give you was these chives flowers, simply because they are a lovely shade of lilac and look like fluffy pop candy, but my cat had a different idea and didn't quite approve of me taking pictures in his garden :) so here's the little fiend instead.

thank you again for the birthday wishes - they made me very happy 🤗 and before posting, here are the encouraging words I promised: your sense of humour is amazing! I haven't stopped laughing about Nostramarkus ever since you posted about him - and what I wanted to emphasize is, even if it doesn't feel like it, you are making difference, even if it is only as simple as brightening up someone's day. So keep pushing forward, it's worth it!

#birthday prompt party

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mocacheezy · 3 years ago

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Things that made watching Transformers (2007) easier and even enjoyable:

[note: B'verse gets the treatment that it gets by fandom for good reasons. There are tons of posts that dissect the bullshit of these movies far better than my second-language-english-non-american self could ever tackle, so I am not doing that, or plan on doing that. But if I decide that I'll get through every continuity of the franchise I will find a way to make it fun for myself. And so, this is my search for golden nuggets in these movies, because they did bring in new fans to the franchise and that's why we have other continuities that we might not have otherwise. Credit where it's due, and some positivity for those that did find B'verse at least amusing if nothing else. ]

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Frenzy

Anytime Frenzy was on screen made me smile because his movements and personality were hilarious, he is just so expressive despite looking like someone super glued a bunch of knifes together. I wouldn't know it was Frenzy if I didn't go to the Wiki, but no matter that, he was funny and that's what matters.

The original Cybertronian robot modes

We don't see them for long, but the glimpses were glorious. Just look at Optimus

Gorgeous. What I wouldn't give to see the details up close. Maybe I'll go looking eventually, but this is just so nice.

We also get a "sexily rises from the pool" scene with Ironhide (probably unintentional and I am biased due to being a robofucker. In any case, very very nice and Cybertronians look so good as aliens)

"Excuse me, are you the Tooth Fairy?"

You see this kid?

This little girl was the only human I cared about in the movie until I saw just how badass Mikaela is, and how cool the military dude is. I don't like kids, but I would lay down my life for this girl.

This one scene just makes me think of what would happen if her parents showed up way earlier. Ironhide would be her guardian and it would be both adorable and hilarious because "Honey, you have to drive in a sentient alien that looks just like our car because the goverment men said so or there will be consequences and potential alien threats."

There are so many joke potentials there; the cultural barrier, the "I am the ine that is supposed to keep her safe" glaring contests, there is just so much shenanigans that could happen.

Also, tea party with the kid. Tea party with the kid.

Sam Witwicky actually reacts like an average human would when faced with the situations he finds himself in

Do I like Sam Witwicky? No, he is the kind of character that I would want to punch irl because of his personality and actions. He is disgusting. But watching him scamper and scream and stutter when faced with giant metal robot aliens that can squish him like a bug? Good, that was a beliavable reaction and I enjoyed it a great deal.

Megatron. Just, ✨Megatron✨

(the best screenshot of the few I could take while watching, no, I am not going back for a better one, he looks perfect like this)

I also laughted at how they kept him frozen like a popsicle. And not even well, like, they COULD'VE made an actual freezer and pop him in instead of using those couple of tubes just so he was displayed for all personell to gawk at. HE CRASHED IN THE ANTARCTIC!

The design looks so good, because it looks ALIEN and POINTY and AGH!!! The colors? There are no colors that would make him stand out, he looks like someone opened a cutlery drawer, mixed up what's inside, threw in some extra knifes for a good measure and then shook the whole thing until this guy materialized from the pile. It is both incredibly annoying and satisfying.

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Mr. Welker did an amazing job with his voice, I don't know what the directions were, but oh man it sure sent shivers down my spine. That is the kind of voice that spells "You are going to die" and I already have my coffin picked out.

EDIT: SO APPARENTLY! IT WAS NOT WELKER THAT VOICED MEGATRON.

It was Hugo Weaving, and yes the man did am amazing job, but I apologize a million times, I was CERTAIN that THE OG VA OF MEGATRON WOULD ALSO HAVE VOICED MEGATRON. LIKE, OKAY BAY, OKAY!

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LOOK AT THE AMOUNT OF ICE! With how quick he came back fully online once Frenzy turned off the freeze liquid tubes, I bet he was half awake through the whole thing. Systems just below idling or something, in any case, AGENTS YOU ARE SO DUMB! WHO WAS GIVING SUBPAR FUNDING TO THEM, THEY BETTER BE FIRED!

I also was glad that Sam refused to call him by the name the sector asigned to him, despite Megatron being in stasis. And that he insisted they use the correct name. Good job Sam, acknowledge the threat by the actual name and show respect to a fellow sentient lifeform. Even though said lifeform is hellbent on destruction of the universe and your world.

ALSO, AND I CANNOT STRESS THE LAUGHTER AND AMUSEMENT HERE; the sheer DISRESPECT! They don't disassemble Megatron's corpse. No, these idiots, these absolute morons decide to dump him into the ocean, letting him sink to the lowest possible point (not sure if they did say it was the M' Trench or not), where there are proper freezing temperatures - good! You're learning, good job!! - just... In full. Full corpse. What's left of him. Just blup! Down with the fishies he goes!

I understand that they probably didn't know how to approach Optimus about it, but... At least behead the guy. He came back ONCE, who is to say he won't come back again?! Safety precautions my dears.

They also completely disregard what a giant extraterrestrial metal alien rusting away on the bottom of the ocean could do to the ecosystem at large. Like, I find this incredibly amusing, because this ISN'T something most folks think about when watching a movie but we have giant squids down there. We have so much weird things down there, the ocean isn't even fully explored AND YOU WANT TO CHUCK AN ALIEN CORPSE DOWN THERE?!

Now the real question: is he a looker? *looks at the pictures* hmmmm, depends on if you like knifes. Like, really like knifes. Like really, really REALLY want to get it on with a fine assembly of kitchen knifes that were exposed to the elements but somehow haven't rusted away completely.

I think he's neat.

Needs a good long powerwash though. Preferrably with something to help the whole "I was frozen for more than 50 years and sprang back to action as soon as I woke up" thing that happened.

My man needs to take a moment and get his bearings, like dude. Please. You can conquer the world after some energon and slow system boot-up period. The strain on the systems my dude, you ain't young.

Also love that this "death" was probably reused in TFP because lord golly, do we love our faves ending up under the sea. (Though Megan took a much bigger fall, Bayverse WAS PLOPPED INTO THE WATER LIKE A NEWLY ACQUIRED FISH I CAN'T YOU GUYS I CAN'T!)

In short: I love the comedy of american military giving such disrespect to an Alien Warlord. These guys are really sealing their fate.

I loved the way they got the Witwicky family to be important to the plot

The whole "selling my great great grandpa's glasses on e-bay" thing gives us a very good self insert/OC/rewrite/movie AU potential. Don't like Sam and his disgustingness? Find a way to write a cousin or some far off relative or hell, even just someone who buys the glasses off e-bay and go wild with it!

Archibald was also clearly an inspiration for Isaac Sumdac as far as I can tell, what with both of them using Megatron as a means of helping technology advance.

Only difference being one of them lived and actually talked to Megatron after he came back online and the other got driven to madness and death due to the amount of information beamed into his brain. Isaac also acquired a space baby daughter, so the guy is absolutely luckier of the two.

Mikaela being fucking competent and badass throughout the movie, and not being just fanservice eyecandy

I could do without the fanservice, but her personality? I loved it. I loved that she wasn't crawling to Sam and wasn't being "hard to get". Which is also why I was very displeased at the very sudden "oh yeah, romance! She returns his feelings after he took her for a ride and let her vent her frustrations!". The movie is 2 hours long and they could throw in some moments where these two connect?

Welp, it is an action movie, boy gets girl no matter what, can't complain about the staple in the genre.

However, Mikaela x Optimus? Now THAT is something I considered as soon as the two locked eyes and interacted. Like, even taking my shipping goggles off, these two could have a very interesting dynamic and Mikaela could be a very good protagonist. I wonder what the movie would be like with her as the lead and Sam being the fucking moron she has to drag along with her.

BUT ALSO! Can we talk about the horrible, excruciating fact that her and Bumblebee drove around with Bee's damaged legs dragging over asphalt all the time he was shooting at 'Cons? There were sparks flying! SHE WAS DRIVING BACKWARDS! She took command of the situation and did what she could because Bee still wanted TO FIGHT!

Also, they way she beat up Frenzy? Gorgeous, I want to slap Sam's non-existent balls off for not atleast saying "thanks". The dude would be sliced thinner than cabbage if she wasn't there.

The millitary man we are supposed to care about because his wife gave birth while he was on duty and we see his baby three times in the whole movie, actually being a pretty awesome and well-written character

Look, personally, I was a little confused at the reason why we were seeing his wife and baby interacting/the scene where she thinks her husband is dead. Mostly because I don't like kids, so scenes like that, when I don't even know who the character is, have no impact at all. Him having a baby isn't going to make me like the guy more, unless I know his character. Him being absent because he's on duty doesn't mean he'll be a good dad (though he looks like the kind of man that will try his best, and I like that in a man). So seeing his wife and kid at the start of the movie seemed pointless to me.

BUT! FOCUSING ON THE POSITIVES HERE!

Lennox is a good character and whenever he was on screen I was invested in what is going to happen to him. He's the kind of action movie lead that would have me invested, despite my meh interest in mainly gun fight oriented action movies.

Essentially, loved the guy, would love to see more of him while also being able to tell what's happening on screen. Also the comedy scenes he was in were usually funny.

Okay so these are the things I like about the first movie! It was very long, had to watch it on 2,5x speed because it simultainously dragged while ALSO giving me too much information, but the moments like these and the way my imagination latched onto characters I liked made it watchable. It isn't a movie I'd use to introduce someone to the TF franchise, but it provided me with lots of material for my imagination to run wild.

#moca watches #transformers #transformers bayverse #moca screeches #Yes the cutlery divider is due to the Decepticons looking like they do. It amuses me greatly.

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bumbershots · 4 years ago

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Mistletoe & Wine

A/N: Hello this is my collaboration for @goldenbluesuit very well put together Christmas song fic challenge. It’s my first time participating and my first time posting my writing here as well (I’m sort of new, I have no friends) so, I’m kind of nervous and English is not my first language (sorry for any mistakes) thanks to my boyfriend for being a Brit so he could help me with the “slang” and for reading this about fifteen times and listened to Mistletoe and Wine by Cliff Richard throughout the entire week with me lol. Thanks for taking the time to read this :) If you want to befriend a twenty six year old Aries, or just send me an ask click here.

Word count: 2.8k

Summary: Harry meets a woman that is not here to stay, he will need to decide if that will keep him from making the most of the very few days they have together or dread the imminent separation.

It was raining when her flight landed in London. The kind of rain that doesn't pour heavily, instead it settles over the city for days. And although she can't afford to take a cab, she steps out of the airport just to stare at the endless grey of the sky and wrap herself in her coat because of how cold it was. After a few more minutes she goes back inside to find the way to get out of there on the tube, she knew it to be possible after all the research she's been doing since the age of twelve on the internet.

Soon enough, the man she approached to ask for help, confirms that a train is leaving in a few minutes and she can easily get off at Hammersmith, he even helps her buy the ticket and recommends to get an oyster card if she is going to use London's Underground often. But she doesn't know, she relishes in the element of surprise that is surrounding her life for the next 3 weeks. It excites her to an unfamiliar degree to see people come and go into the carriage, it almost makes her miss her stop, but she manages to get off just in time, her hands clutching the heavy suitcase that contains all her nicest and warmest clothes. She follows the crowd up the stairs and out of the station, the busy street revealed before her is straight out of those books she restlessly studied at school, people wearing trench coats and long scarfs hurry in hopes to avoid the rain and then a red double-decker bus passes by. The cherry on top.

The spontaneous decision to spend Christmas in England instead of her home country was made months ago, on the night of her birthday, although her closest friends would say that she's been dreaming of it since she read Harry Potter. No one gave her a hard time for it, in fact, almost all her friends and family members went to the airport to wish her a safe trip. Her grandmother was cheeky enough to slip a twenty pound note when hugging her goodbye.

Every day of the first week went by in a blur, visiting museums, galleries and walking around the city, getting soaked in its beauty and the endless rain. By the beginning of the second week, a bit tired of the scarce options from the hotel's breakfast, she ventured out, burying half of her face in the scarf she bought the day before at Primark, her feet guiding her almost out of instinct to the little cafe at the end of Hercules road. The place is warm and the menu seems to have it all for a very fair price. After a couple of minutes the Full English wins, she iterates the order to the woman behind the counter and adds a cup of tea handing over the money.

"Get a seat love, I'll bring it over." The elder lady says making the girl smile and thank her before scampering across the room to sit by the window at the four seat table tucked in the corner.

It doesn't take long for her food to arrive and for her to dig in, feeling kind of full almost at the end, she slows down then, a trick her father passed down on her. Let it settle in for a few minutes before going back at it. Works every time. She gets lost on the daily life happening before her eyes, the people walking by, some in a rush maybe to get to work, others in a rush to get to the shops early and buy presents. She could easily tell the difference between one and other. The elderly couple walking to the market, slower than anybody else, arms linked and without a care in the world. A girl around her age doing "the walk of shame" elicited a smirk on her lips. Good for her.

"Do you mind if I take a seat?" She almost missed the question by the stranger standing there. "There's no empty seats elsewhere I'm afraid, I won't bother you." He was right, in the span of thirty minutes the place was full to the brim with families, the three seats at her table the only ones free so, she nodded and even managed to smile in a friendly way. Unfortunately for her, the green eyed stranger did the same, a sweet dimple on his left cheek more prominent than on the right one and she had to eat a spoonful of beans in an attempt to hide her blush.

Two weeks in the country, almost two weeks, and the best looking man on it decides to show up on a greasy spoon cafe when she's eating what's left of her sausages and beans. His food is delivered by the same lady from earlier, of course it is something that looks healthy. The sudden need to fly away from the place pops in her head, it's not a bad one, he doesn't even know her name. She wants to know his. She remembers how he said he wouldn't bother her, it's almost disappointing, she wants to be bothered.

The situation seems to be straight out of a rom-com, she is cutting the banger in little pieces, as if the formula to spark conversation with the mystery guy keeping her company is hidden in them. But after five minutes she sighs quietly, knowing that her own shyness won't let her even glance at him again. She will have to do her best to remember him and observe from the corner of her eye until the last piece of minced pork is consumed by her. And maybe she will gush about how gorgeous he was with her friends once she is back home, describing his shiny emerald eyes for them, sharing a sigh when she recalls how dreamy his accent was and squeal upon the memory of his raspy voice.

Ten minutes later her last bite is chewed and swallowed, the cup is empty as well. She's about to grab her coat draped on the back of her chair. "I'm going to have to break my non-disturbing you promise but... um, that's a sick cardigan." His voice doesn't sound confident as before, he even clears his throat, but his eyes never leave hers.

"Thanks, my grandma knitted it for me." She forgets about her coat and straightens out a bit for him to appreciate the colourful patchwork and extends her left arm to show the over-sized sleeve. Her companion hums in approval. "She hates it."

"What?" His green eyes widening in disbelief and she just shrugs.

"As soon as I put it on she went on and on about how horrible it was, the wrong proportions and how it all seemed better off in her mind." They share a giggle and don't notice that their empty plates have been taken away and the place is no longer swamped by people. "But I like it, I like it a lot, does a good job keeping me warm." And makes her look lovely, he thinks but doesn't say.

Instead he licks his lips before speaking again. "I'm Harry." He offers his left hand and she quickly eyes the cross tattoo.

"I'm a tourist." She says before adding her real name, earning a deep chuckle from him before letting go of his hand.

The set of circumstances in which she met Harry is dreamy for sure, but something about him made the set of affairs so real. When he asked about the places where she'd been the scoff afterwards and the roll of his eyes made her ask what was wrong about them. But he didn't answer, with a shake of his head and a deep sigh he asked for her phone number. The promise to show her the real London lingered in the air as they parted ways outside of the corner cafe.

Her heart raced at the very sight of him outside Borough Market the following morning. "Morning love, alright?" he greeted her before hugging her tight and quick. It was so genuine it made her wonder if she really just met him the day before. "Do you like doughnuts?"

"Who doesn't?" she says with that grin he worries will wait for him in his dreams.

"Wisest words ever spoken." Harry's arm is wrapped around her shoulders, guiding her on their quest inside the huge market.

The early morning is spent too soon, Harry guides her to talk to the stall owners, they are so passionate about their produce, most of them willing when possible to give them a sample. The highlight is the stop at Bread Ahead, they buy more doughnuts than what she thinks they need. They eat them all while sharing a Monmouth coffee. Harry shares with her stories about almost every stall they passed by. "I'm not a fan of red meat, and oysters." She keeps record of it, basking in his lovely anecdotes that seemed to summon the sun from it's hiding place. "We're granted a sunny day in winter!" He celebrates and it's impossible not to join him. "Let's go to Richmond Park."

Of course she nods in agreement and follows him down the street where he parked his car before she gets in the passenger seat. The stranger danger alarm, should've gone off in her head. But there was something about him, like he was holding her in place. As she heard Harry speak about his job, it started to make more sense in her head. Harry was a lot like this country, foreign, new, exciting and hers for the next few days. He made that clear when they parted ways at the end of the day.

"Come home with me for Christmas." Harry asked her on what would be the beginning of her last week in London, while having a picnic on Primrose Hill.

"With your family?" Her eyebrows were shot up when he nodded, fighting back that deadly smirk of his. "All your relatives will be there?" He nods again and she scoffs completely agitated. "Don't be daft Harry!" She voices out her feelings borrowing an expression of his.

He laughs and it's impossible for her not to join him, her face growing hotter by the second. "I don't want to go without you, and mum will love to have you there," that's what she fears.

"I don't know Harry, might be weird." He disagrees right away.

"It's close to Liverpool, we could spend a day or two over there." The past week he's been trying to learn as many things from her as possible and if he chooses his words carefully he can convince her. "Pay a visit to Anfield, The Cavern." His fake nonchalant attitude makes her roll her eyes, "Strawberry Fields is there too, you know?" She agrees and he kisses the back of her hand to mask the proud grin on his face.

In the past, she was always careful not to let a partner know how deeply she cared about them. The thought of being vulnerable made her lose her mind, thinking it was a sign of weakness. But seeing Harry drive through the English countryside, singing at the top of his lungs to Mistletoe and Wine by Cliff Richard and smiling just for her. It made her want to tell him, but not even all the words in every single language ever spoken by humanity could be enough to give him an idea of how much she cares for him.

There hasn't been a proper kiss between them, it puzzled her at first. Because his gaze seemed to be constantly directed to her lips. But then there was all the touching, holding hands, tucking her to his side when walking, his tender touch before hugging her goodbye. And the way he was always running his hands through her hair.

"She's a friend," he introduces her to his mum Anne and sister Gemma, after saying her name, chewing on the word like it's that mint gum he carries in his purse everywhere he goes. "Was a bloody tourist when I first met her but now... she's a proper Londoner." She doubts it, but she agrees on them being friends and she likes it, a lot.

They help Anne and Gemma to set the table and the finishing touches for dinner. Only three more family members show up and she chastises Harry for making her believe that all of his offspring was going to attend. That's how they usually spend Christmas Eve back home, she explains.

It saddens him, the thought of her going back to her home country in five days time. All the way across the Atlantic, six hours behind him. It's almost unfair.

"Tell me more about it," Harry's curiosity is genuine, thinking that he would love to know more about her traditions. Perhaps even be lucky enough to share them someday.

"We don't have these," she regrets taking a tube of brightly coloured paper. "We have piñatas though." She adds proudly and Harry's jaw hangs open in surprise.

"No fucking way!" He is immediately told off by his mum as they all take a seat at the table. "I thought that was only allowed for birthdays."

"There's no rules for that!" She takes the Christmas cracker out again and Harry takes it from the other end. "So, I just pull it?" He nods and it makes a noise revealing the present.

"You get the crown." Harry unfolds it before helping her fix it atop her head. "And the little toy, what is it?oh... I get the joke!" His family groans, his sister hiding her face in hands, but all she sees is the glint in Harry's eye before he reads. "Who's Rudolph's favourite pop star?"

"I don't know," she's the only one that was going to ask him. And she really wanted to know.

"Beyon-sleigh!" Harry watches in delight how the girl before him snorts at the silly and not so funny joke.

"That was awful." She confessed.

"Agree, next year we'll make our own. Riddles only." His mum adds and Harry protests right away but is shushed by Gemma's voice reading out loud the riddle from her cracker.

Next year, she will probably be spending the day with her numerous family, she thinks. Harry will be here again, telling awful jokes, pulling away Christmas crackers. Perhaps he will bring another person with him. She tries to push the poisonous thoughts down with a big gulp of wine. Only succeeding when Harry's left hand rests on her knee, his thumb rubbing circles on her skin exposed by her ripped jeans while he listens to his sister talk about her podcast. It marvels her how he is there, for everybody.

After dinner they play family games and Harry makes a fake tantrum after his cousin Chloe claims his companion for her team.

"She's mine!" He argues, his long arms embracing her easily. She ends up joining the other team, but the quick kiss she bravely gave to his neck before he let her go, confirmed the words he spoke.

There is a three step process Harry follows to know he's fallen in love. If he finds himself talking about them with every living soul, if he does something they like just because it makes him miss them less and finally if he takes them home to meet his mum. He knows that for the past few days, there was no other topic to discuss with him than the girl sitting beside him in the sofa. He's been drinking tea every morning, just because it reminds him of her. He watches her talk to his mother about how much they like Rod Stewart and knows that he's in too deep.

It should bother him, because she will leave. And all these moments spent, will be just distant memories for him to torture himself over and over again. He wants to feel the angst of knowing that maybe she will forget him, maybe she has a partner back home. He gives up on trying to feel miserable, agreeing with that song from earlier. It is a time to rejoice in the good that we see, a time for living and believing.

Right now all he sees is her, he sighs before tucking her by his side, her brown doe eyes meeting his briefly before sneaking an arm around his waist. She continues to chat with Anne and Gemma even after the rest of the guests leave, still holding onto him. Harry can see the fondness radiating from his mother and sister for the girl in his arms. He sees trust, and he smiles thinking of a new beginning.

What a beautiful sight.

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heyyyharry · 5 years ago

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Chapter 7: Behind The Scenes

(from the My Girl Trilogy: Be My Only)

…in which movies and actors aren’t what they appear to be.

AU: actor!Harry, older!Harry, younger!Y/N, (4-year age gap).

Word count: 4.3k

Chapter 6: Teenagers In Love - Harry finds the perfect location for their official date.

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ANNOUNCEMENT: After this chapter, I’ll take a three-week break (this is why). I’ll still post blurbs and come back with chapter 8 preview on Thursday, August 15. Thank you so much for giving me your time and patience. I love you all.

A/N: the song Harry sings in this is Yellow by Coldplay :)

Isaac and Ruby had never been friends. They'd met through Harry and had hung out a couple of times in a big group, but that was it. After all, she'd made his best friend go through hell and back for months and was one of the reasons he and Y/N had got sucked into the same mess. There was no way he would even consider forgiving her, let alone do her a favor. But here she was, standing right outside his door and asking him to hear her out.

"It's important," she said, but of course, he was smart enough to not be fooled.

"I'm not gonna talk to Harry for you, Ruby, go home."

Quickly, she jammed her foot in the doorway to stop him from locking her out. "Do you know he's been snooping around with your girlfriend? That little girl, Y/N. I saw them kissing in her car this morning."

Isaac rolled his eyes and exhaled as he placed one hand on his hip, the other was still holding the door. "Y/N and I broke up, she can see whoever she wants," he said with a straight face. "Thank you for coming all the way here to tell me that, but I think you're wasting both of our time."

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Excuse me?"

The woman scoffed as she crossed her arms. "Aren't you upset that she got with your best friend the minute you two broke up?"

The question made Isaac chuckle. "Who are you to tell me how I should feel?" He stated, his brows furrowed as he squinted his eyes. "These are my relationships and my friends, it's none of your business. So go home, Ruby. I've had a tiring day and the last thing I need is for you to make it worse."

"Are you listening to yourself?" Ruby cried out, not about to give up. "You and Harry, both of you, might have been fooled by that little girl, but I know what she is. She's a gold-digger! Because why else would she get back in touch with him after all those years? Where was she when he was a poor student struggling with four part-time jobs, huh?"

"She was home, waiting for him to come back!"

Ruby's mouth snapped shut. Fear crossed her face as he went on to snarl at her, "if you didn't have to wait seven years to finally be with the one you've loved since you were nine, then you have no right to act like you loved him the most. For all I know, you're the little girl here, Ruby."

"Wait—"

"Now leave, before I call the police and put your reputation on the line."

Just like that, he slammed the door right in her face.

"Say something, please..." Y/N heaved a sigh, one hand gripping the phone, the other was clawing at her leg. She knew this wasn't a good way to deliver big news, but the internet connection didn't allow her to video call Celine. The longer she put off this conversation, the more nervous she would become, and the last thing she wanted was for her best friend to find out about this from anyone that wasn't her.

"What do you want me to say?"

"Anything," she breathed. "Tell me I'm wrong, that I'm making a big mistake."

"I don't know that for sure."

"Then why are you angry?!"

"I'm not," Celine replied with such a calm voice that Y/N thought she was being sarcastic. However, the next thing she said was far from Y/N's expectations. "If you believe that he loves you, then so do I. I don't know Harry or your relationship as much as you do, so I respect whatever choice you already made."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

When Celine giggled, Y/N felt truly relieved. "Thank you, my love." She sighed happily. "I guarantee that this time won't be like the last."

"Good, you two better not fuck this up, at least not before my wedding."

Shit.

"You're taking him to my wedding, right?"

"Are...are you and Amala okay with that?" Y/N chuckled to hide the subtle discomfort in her voice. "I mean...you said friends and family only and Harry's not—"

"Of course we're okay with that! Amala is excited to meet him and that's not even sarcasm. She's always been a fan of his movies!" Celine sounded so thrilled that Y/N could only laugh it off. Now she felt lucky that they weren't on a video call, because she wouldn't have been able to hide her true feelings. Honestly, she didn't want to ask Harry to be her wedding date.

One, he was busy with his new movie; two, they were supposed to keep their relationship in the dark, so them showing up hand-in-hand at a wedding would be a suicide pact. But how could she turn down the invitation without making it seem like Harry was too 'big and famous' for her best friends' wedding? She needed them to support her relationship with him, and that couldn't happen if they both hated him.

"Baby, I'm home!" The voice interrupted her busy thoughts. She heard the front door open and shut and Harry walked into her bedroom, wearing the biggest grin on his face.

"Aww, is he there?" Celine asked but Y/N was already distracted by Harry joining her on the bed and tickling her neck with his soft lips.

"Uhm...Look, I gotta go now." She cleared her throat and mouthed 'no' to Harry when his hand snuck underneath her shirt to tease her nipple. "Call you later, Cece..."

"Wait, give the phone to him."

"What?" Y/N seized Harry's wrist, frozen at once.

"I need to talk to him."

Harry chuckled when he saw the look on her face. "What is it?" He asked, giving her a smile. "She asks about me?"

"She wants to talk to you."

"To me?"

Nodding, she handed him the phone. Both of them knew how Celine felt about them being together. Despite what she'd just said, Y/N believed a big part of her was still unsure, but Celine was such a good friend that she didn't want to interfere with Y/N's happiness. So it would be an understatement to say Y/N was nervous when Harry answered the phone, her heart was actually fighting to break free from her chest.

"Little Cece! I haven't seen you in so long," he spoke with an overly enthusiastic voice that made Y/N facepalm herself. Peeking through the gap of her two fingers, she tried to read his reaction, wishing she could hear what they were talking about while praying that Celine wouldn't be too hard on him.

"Yeah...oh, okay. Definitely...Yeah, you too, Cece. Have a good day. Congratulations on the engagement."

And that was it. He hung up faster than expected.

"So?" Y/N got up on her knees, gripping his shoulders in concern. But he was quick to put her phone back on the bedside table and flip her over to pin her down on the bed. She almost scolded at him for manhandling her like that, but when he left butterfly kisses down her neck, she could barely maintain her self-control.

"She told me if I broke your heart again, she would kick me in the crotch like she did when we were little," he said between kisses, smiling into her skin.

"To be fair, you broke her favorite doll, and tried to glue its neck back hoping she wouldn't find out. And she did!" Y/N shook with laughter as she held his face and turned it up so their eyes met. "I thought little Harry also broke that day."

"Oh, really?" He raised an eyebrow, moving upward so his face was right above hers and his elbows were resting beside her head on the mattress. "You were pretty vocal about how 'not little' it was so I don't think it's broken."

"Gosh, you're fucking dirty."

"And you love it when I am." His dimples appeared when she burst out laughing and pushed him right off. Harry, now lying on his back, gave Y/N a smirk as he spread both arms, so she quickly snuggled down by his side, her head resting on his chest.

"How was your day?" She asked, looking up at him as her lashes fluttered.

"It was great actually." He breathed happily and combed his fingers through his hair. "I got to do this very funny scene where..."

As he rambled on about that one scene he thought was hilarious, she found herself completely smitten. She loved it when he was in a good mood which was always contagious and now she felt elated simply because he was. Maybe this was an appropriate time to ask him to be her wedding date, since Celine apparently hadn't said anything to him yet. However, when it was finally her turn to speak, she blurted out, "I...uhm...saw Ruby this morning."

His entire body tensed up when she mentioned that name, but before she could continue with the story, he cut her off to ask if she was okay. "She didn't talk to you, did she?" He seemed frantic. "Or did she say something mean to you? Because I'll—"

"No, we didn't talk." Y/N giggled, shaking her head fast. "I saw her enter the building after you. She seemed upset, but I guessed she was only having a bad morning. Did she say something to you?"

"No." He cracked a smile. "We didn't talk either, well, only for our scenes together, because we had to."

"Did you...kiss her?" That question was barely above a whisper, but Harry heard it loud and clear. He found her bashfulness amusing and endearing at the same time, especially when she had that pouty look on her face that reminded him of when she was little.

"No." He shook his head and ran his thumb across her bottom lip. "I didn't kiss anyone today except for my baby."

Y/N snorted at the cheeky response. Her eyelids drooped as she grasped the hand on her face and intertwined their fingers to give his knuckles a kiss.

"But there's at least one kissing scene, right?" She went on, not breaking their eye contact.

The girl had thought twice before asking another question as she didn't want to sound possessive. Maybe she was a bit jealous. How could she not? He was the male lead in a romantic film, in which his ex-lover played his love interest. She had all the right reasons to be jealous. But honestly, she was more curious, as this was all new to her. It'd been three years since her first and only long-term relationship, and she was still learning every day.

"It won't mean anything," he reassured her. "It's just a movie kiss, and I've done so many of them I've lost count."

"How's it different from a real one?"

"Technically, it's not. But it doesn't feel the same, if that's what you're asking."

"Sorry if I'm being annoying," she muttered into his chest, her eyes closed but she could tell he was smiling. "I just don't know how to feel about this. I've never...had an actor boyfriend before."

"Boyfriend?"

Y/N's entire body stiffened as she realized what she'd said. Pulling away to sit up straight as he did the same, she batted her lashes and looked at him with her eyes wide and her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Nothing," she denied, but Harry wouldn't let her get away with it. He exhaled through his mouth and cupped her chin with one hand so she couldn't look away.

"You called me your boyfriend?" His soft yet heavy voice turned her face crimson at once.

"I didn't mean to, I'm sorry."

She had no idea why she'd apologized, but she was blushing like a teenage girl who'd called her crush her 'boyfriend' by accident, and that couldn't be more embarrassing. Now she could only pray that Harry would change the topic to save them both from this awkwardness. However, he pulled her back in and surprised her with a passionate kiss. Blood rushed right up to her face, and she felt warm all over her body, not only for the way he was holding her, but also because she could feel his heart pounding in sync with her own, and there was something so fulfilling about it that made her stomach clench with anticipation.

Harry pulled back to rest their foreheads together as he teased, "my girlfriend's so cute when she's shy."

That comment caught Y/N off guard. Her body went limp in his arms, and so she kept gawking at him until he couldn't help it anymore. He had to kiss her again.

When they broke apart for the second time, both were breathless and panting. She had to fight the urge of ripping off his clothes because he looked so good right now, with his plump lips wet and slightly parted and his brown hair messily beautiful.

"That was a real kiss," he murmured, grasped her hand and laid it on the left side of his chest, "because this is real. See? Only for you."

She nodded, breathing heavily in response to the way his heart was beating enthusiastically against her palm.

"Remember this, because if you ever see me kiss another girl, it's only for a movie scene and it's not real, okay?"

Y/N answered with a firm nod, pressing her lips into a small smile. She kept silence for a short moment before speaking up again, "I don't think I've ever told you this but...I saw you kiss another girl once."

"In a movie?"

"No." She shook her head. "In our treehouse."

From the way his face scrunched up, she knew he couldn't figure it out on his own, so she had to fill him in on what had happened that night. "When you kissed Kathy in our treehouse, I was there, watching from my backyard."

"Oh, baby..." His eyes squeezed shut as he sighed. "You never told me that."

"It was a long time ago." She gave him a shrug, her mouth twisted. "I was only thirteen, but I guess...I really loved you then. That heartbreak was truly awful."

"That kiss doesn't mean anything to me now," he reassured her while stroking her flushed cheek. "I could barely remember what it was like or what happened that night. With you, it's different."

"You're just trying to make me feel better." She scoffed. "There's no way you can't remember that night. You were...singing to her, playing guitar and stuff."

"Was I?"

She smacked his arm and cackled. "You were, Harry!"

"Okay, I remember it now! Got it!"

As if his reply wasn't vague enough, Harry lied back and patted the other pillow to tell her to do the same. She gave him a funny look but didn't move, so he had no choice but to reach out and grab her.

"What are you—"

"Shhh," he cut her off and flipped them both on their sides so he was now the big spoon. His arm was tightened around her waist as their fingers interlocked. "Be a good girl, I'm gonna sing to you now."

"You're joking, right?" She let out a laugh, feeling his hot breath fanning her ear as he propped his head up with the other arm.

Harry ignored her previous remark and whispered, "any request, m'lady?"

"Hmm." She tapped a finger on her lips, holding back a smile. "What song reminds you of me?"

That question sent Harry back to silence. As he took time to think, she found comfort in the rhythm of his chest rising and falling against her back, soon her body began to relax in his embrace. That was when she heard his voice at her ear, slow and silky as he sang the words of one of their favorite songs, "look at the stars, look how they shine for you, and everything you do, yeah they were all yellow..."

As her eyes fell shut and her lips spread into a smile, Y/N saw the two of them sitting in their treehouse on a hot summer day. The sound of leaves rustling in the wind turned into a soft melody as if adding to the song Harry was strumming on his guitar. He was sixteen, had just learned to play, and she was his number one and only fan. She'd heard this song on the radio the other day, and she loved it so much she'd made him learn the chords to play it just for her. She felt special knowing he had never sung to another girl before. To him, she was indeed special.

"Your skin, oh your skin and bones, turn into something beautiful. You know, you know I love you so. You know I love you so," he sang softly into her ear and paused to press a kiss to her temple.

"I do know that, thank you very much." She giggled.

"You ruined the moment, kid," Harry murmured with a tiny sigh as he dropped his head back down and hugged her close.

She felt his grip around her waist gradually loosen up, so she had to break the silence. "Don't fall asleep."

He shifted a bit as his body shook with laughter. "I'm awake, love. Still need to go take a shower first and make you a cup of tea."

Y/N was taken aback by his response but quickly caught on to what he meant. "I don't need to drink tea before bed anymore." She turned her head to give him a smile. "I haven't had nightmares in a long time."

"Oh..." His face fell in reaction to her answer.

"What?"

"Nothing, it's just..." He trailed off, a frown transformed his face. "I just realized...right now I might not know you as well as Isaac does..."

"That's not true." She laughed and poked his cheek where his dimple should be. "You know me better than anyone else."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh."

His forehead puckered as he stuck out his bottom lip. "I'm gonna love you more than anyone else too."

"Hmm, you're gonna have to compete with a lot of people for that number one spot."

"Don't underestimate me, Bambi," he playfully grumbled, resting his cheek on top of hers. "I might be bad at relationships, but I'm learning, because I love you and I'm never giving up on us again."

"Promise?" She murmured, her eyes slipping closed.

And right before she drifted away, she heard his voice whispering, "promise."

Everything was perfect for the next few days. They were happy.

Of course, they couldn't go on normal dates like any other normal couples, because they were obviously not a normal couple. That was something they had eventually come to terms with at this point. So they would only go out when it was late and only to places where he wasn't easily recognized. When they decided to stay in (which was almost every night), they would have dinner delivered to his or her place and binge-watch Netflix together while they ate. They would have sex, lots and lots of sex, hot and heavy fucking, but also sweet and passionate love-making. Y/N felt like her life was finally turning to a good page. But she was soon reminded that it wasn't, when she came home one afternoon and found an unexpected guest at her front door.

"Hello, Y/N."

Ruby threw on a smile and gave out her hand the second she saw Y/N. But the younger girl only glared at her until she felt awkward enough to slowly withdraw that hand and clutch her handbag instead.

"How do you know where I live?" Y/N finally asked.

"You'd be surprised to find out what I know," said Ruby as she gave the girl a shrug. "Anyway, I'm here because—"

"I know why you're here and I'd prefer that you leave," Y/N grumbled as she pulled out her key and stepped toward the door, but Ruby refused to let her go.

With her arms crossed and nose stuck up, she gave Y/N a once-over before asking without a clear context, "how much?"

"How much what?" Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes. "How much time am I willing to waste on talking to you, or how much tolerance I have left before I call the police?"

"How much money do you want?"

"Excuse me?" The girl raised her voice as her eyebrows drew together.

But Ruby seemed unbothered as she fished out her phone from her bag and smiled. "I mean it, just give me a number and I'll make a call. You can have as much money as you want."

"In exchange for what?"

"For Harry."

"You've got to fucking kidding me." Y/N's jaw fell slack as she crossed her arms and laughed wryly. "You have a lot of nerves to stalk me here, and now you're asking to buy my boyfriend from me?!"

"Your boyfriend?" The actress sneered at her but she kept a neutral expression, not wanting to let this woman have the upper hand.

"Don't believe me? Go ask him yourself. Oh wait, he doesn't talk to you anymore, does he?" She smirked as Ruby's face already showed a faint sign of anger. "Go home, please. You're ten years older than me, not ten years old. Stop acting like a spoiled little child."

"I understand why you're full of rage," the blonde went on even though Y/N had pushed her aside to get to the door. "I suppose he's already told you about our sex scenes."

And this time, her words worked. Y/N turned around instantly, her eyes bulging as she had failed to keep her composure. She said nothing as she was careful not to fall into this woman's trap, but like a hungry tigress, Ruby could sense fear from miles away, and now Y/N was just a few steps from her. It was way too obvious.

"You think you've had it all figured it out. But you know nothing because you don't belong in our world."

"This is none of your concern—"

"I care about Harry, as do you," Ruby cut her off, giving her a short, mirthless smile. "So I'm gonna be honest here. This 'relationship', or whatever you call it, is built upon your little fantasy. I mean, who doesn't want to date an actor? But trust me, you won't be able to endure the price that comes along. It certainly won't feel good to watch another woman strip your man naked and touch him in a way that you think only you can. It's easy for Harry and I to tell what is real and what is scripted, but for you? Keep telling yourself it's fake, honey. It doesn't feel that way, does it?"

The irritation was clear in Y/N's expressive eyes, but the actress didn't care as she just kept going, "the worst part, however, is when the whole world finds out about you. With your appearance and this little box you call home, you'll see that I won't be the only one who thinks you're a gold-digger. And who's gonna have to deal with all this pressure directly? It's not you, is it? It's him. He's gonna take all the consequences, and the next you know, his career turns to dust, and that's on you."

Y/N felt sick in her stomach. She couldn't tell whether it was because of Ruby's pretentious demeanor or the words she was saying. All she knew was that she was infuriated. But instead of letting anger take control, she took a deep breath and spoke calmly, "are you gonna walk out of here or am I gonna have to push you down the stairs?"

"Just think about my offer." With a contemptuous smile, Ruby turned her back and then she was gone.

"I cannot believe she came to see you?! Have you told Harold?!"

"Uhm...Niall?"

"Yeah?"

Y/N stole a quick glance at Isaac, who was making tea in Niall's kitchen, before she turned back to Niall and whispered, "why is Isey here?"

"I asked him to come."

"Yeah but...why?"

Niall still didn't get it, so the girl had to explain, "I mean, I don't want him to be a part of this, especially when it's related to Harry and Ruby."

"Don't worry, Smiley. Isey is already involved."

"What?"

"Hey, Isey! Tell her about the other day!" Niall shouted just in time Isaac brought tea and scones to the living room and took a seat next to Niall on the sofa. The Irish singer was quick to grab the first cookie on the plate as soon as Isaac placed it on the table. Meanwhile, Y/N was sitting right in front of them, fidgeting awkwardly.

Isaac could see it, so he looked up and gave her a reassuring smile before he began. "Ruby came to my house a couple of nights ago to tell me about you and H."

"Oh, God..." Y/N pinched her temples, trying not to let her irritation show as she questioned, "what did you say to her?"

"Nothing much. I told her to back off." He shrugged and blew into his tea. "She seemed pretty upset when I asked her to leave and slammed the door."

"You slammed the door in her face? That's my buddy!" Niall laughed and raised his hand for a high-five but Isaac ignored him to go on.

"She's obviously not in a good mental state, but she's all words, she's not gonna do anything to you."

The girl sighed and tucked a strand behind her ears only to wrap both arms around herself again. She was lost in thoughts when she heard Niall ask, "what did she say to you exactly?"

"It doesn't matter." Y/N shook her head, her mouth twitched. She didn't want these two to get more involved, so she decided to keep the details of her conversation with Ruby to herself, for now at least.

"You need to trust Harry, he loves you," Niall reassured her as he reached out for his fourth cookie.

Isaac quickly agreed. "Yeah, I think he's done with her bullshit anyway. Don't think too much about it. Harry's birthday is coming soon, isn't it? That's what we should focus on right now."

Y/N happily nodded and heaved a sigh to shrug off all the negative thoughts, even just for temporary. Harry's birthday was next weekend, and she couldn't let Ruby's words stop her from planning the best birthday party for her boyfriend. After all, this relationship was theirs, and some words from a bitter ex shouldn't affect it in any way.

"You got this, Bambi—Shit, I mean, Smiley!" Niall tossed his head back and groaned as Y/N and Isaac dissolved into laughter.

She had to clear her throat before she spoke, "now, let's discuss Harry's birthday."

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hectorandvarian · 5 years ago

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Fan fiction " Life on a new"

Greetings to you, my readers. And let's be clear: I disappointed you. Yes, I don't do posts at all. And that's very bad for you. I decided to tackle a lot of things and don't get anywhere in time.

I do not write theories, because there is nowhere to build them, and those theories that already exist - there are enough of them. And I don't do series reviews because I don't think you like it very much. And so I decided to share with you for now on what I'm working on. Over Fan Fiction.

In the center of the plot is one of my favorite characters - King Edmund. After the events of the series "Return of the King", our Dark King decides to hang out in the Kingdom of Corona, to be closer to his beloved son-Eugene. However, it is also the first time in his life is in a completely different place, unlike the Dark Kingdom. And he will have a lot of tests to adapt to a new life. I will not deviate from the actions of the Canon and worse on the contrary - I will expand them and plug the plot holes. I also plan to show my version of the events in the Dark Kingdom that preceded what we saw in S2. I will be very happy if you like it and leave your comment under my post. So I begin the Chapter,

«THE NEW HOME.»

Embraces.

The Dark heart of the King melted away, when, after a long and exhausting for the soul of the campaign, native son hugged him. He had waited many years for this, when at last his own blood would find him and give him love.

- Maybe I shouldn't have pushed you so hard, dad, - Eugene said quietly, slowly releasing Edmund.

- Nothing, son. I understand perfectly. I wasn't behaving in the right way either. Well, you know all about it without me.

A smile lit up Eugene's face, but then he thought about it. As he bent his head down, his face suddenly darkened, and there was no old amusement in his eyes.

- You said you came for the day, and only in order to give the belt said the man, carefully putting the gift his father on the bed - it turns out that you are leaving?

Edmund was lost in thought. The dark Kingdom was abandoned. Opal is now gone, and nothing keeps him from leaving the already completely lifeless Kingdom. And all the more, now son likes his, and he fears losing his father.

- Eugene, I want to see how you live here. And for that reason, I will remain in the Corona. At least for a couple of weeks.

- Super! Really super. Here are just two questions: what about Adira? She stayed there.

- Don't worry about her. I know this woman, and I know that in less than a week she too will leave this place.

- Okay, but what about you? Where will you live?

- Where I will to live... Question, likely, rhetorical.

***

- Your Majesty, I apologize for such a mistake - Rapunzel stood at the door, inviting Edmund to come into his room - This will not happen again. I promise.

- Nothing, nothing. I understand that my visit was unexpected, and therefore you did not expect me to stay the night.

The Dark king entered his room. It could not be compared to the king's bedchamber at home; Edmund could scarcely take three steps there. And the situation was quite simple: in the middle of the room stood a fireplace, on each side stood a wardrobe and a bedside table, and right across the street there is a king-sized bed. Lighting in the room was carried out with a pair of candlesticks. But there was not much room for Edmund; it was enough that his son was near.

- I apologize again for…

- No, no, don't, Princess. I already like this room.

- Wonderful! - Rapunzel clapped her hands, but quietly, so as not to Wake the other inhabitants of the castle, - Can you give clothes? I'm sure we have your size in our wardrobe.

- I beg your pardon, - said Edmund, sitting down on the bed. The mattress was moderately hard, which was definitely a good thing - I'll sleep like this.

- Right in the armor? Your Majesty, I understand you, truth, but our castle not so dangerous place, to even fall asleep in armor, - girl several seconds has kept glance on king, after what has shaken head, - However, this your choice. Good night, your Majesty. And welcome to the Corona.

- The same to you, Princess, - said Edmund. He waited until Rapunzel was far enough away and closed the door.

Well, that's all. The day was moderately cheerful, moderately insane, but definitely useful. Edmund took off his metal boots for decency and placed them beside the bed. He lay on his side and looked out the window. The moonlight lit up the sky.

But it had been a couple of hours, but the king could not sleep. Thoughts so and were born in anybody, as if from spiritual forge. Now that he was alone, in silence, he finally realized how big a decision it had been to stay in Corona, even for a couple of weeks. For the first time in his life Edmund found himself in a completely different place, where there is different rules where you live absolutely other people.

Even the surrounding atmosphere began to squeeze the space around. There was no that let and gloomy, dark, but native spirit. It was not the purpose for which Edmund was spending all of his physical strength. No one knew him except Eugene and his friends. It was as if he were in another world.

Edmund's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a crow's cry. It was Hamuel, a close friend and adviser. He looked at his king with his customary smile.

- Hello, old friend, - said Edmund, rising a little, and stretching out his hand to let the Raven sit on it, - How do you like this place?

In response, Raven only cried. The man smiled faintly; he had begun to understand and distinguish the sounds of Hamuel over the years. Despite his appearance and clumsiness, he was a good conversationalist. Also with him can be was support any subject.

- I don't even know where to go next. But I can't stand still. I need a goal for the day.

He turned his head slightly and flew to the window. Edmund pulled himself up to the spot and saw what looked like a market in the distance.

- That's brilliant, Hamuel! I never doubted it, - said Edmund.…

- Hey, bear, stop growling," came the hoarse voice of the old woman, coming from the floor at the top, - it's impossible to Sleep!

The king had forgotten that he was now surrounded by a great number of people, and he must think of them all. He had done so before, but now all the people he had protected from the power of the Moonstone were right below him, above him, beside him. Anyway, Edmund finally found something to do for tomorrow. And this is a good reason to smile.

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Hii love!! How are you?? Hope you had a great time at yesterday's dinner. Yes, i still have a month of exams. And a lot of essays and assigments that i dont want to do. But hopefully i'll be free soon. Nop. I didnt see that. Which one was it? Crying in the club? I remember seeing that song in the track list at the beginning of the tour. But i havent seen anything else. (1)

Hi, love!! Finally I get to answer you. I’ll try to make it “short”, jajja, but I talk too much, so, no promises here, jajjaja.Yeah, we had a good time. We bought some pizzas 🍕 (lol, Honey 🍯 senses when I’m writing you, and he comes to lay on my 😌). I told them if they wanted to watch Dunkirk, they told me they rather no, jajajaj. But, well 🤷🏻‍♀️, their lost. A day more, is a day less. Soon you’ll be free, and will forget about the stress.Oh, I think it’s that song, yes. I didn’t knew he was covering it on his tour. He also sang a Sting one, too. 😩😩 I didn’t know it, what a fake fan 😅.

Yes. I think i started wearing them when i was 7. I’ve been wearing glasses for more than half of my life now. They are part of me and people dont recognise me without them. Kind of sad if you ask me. But it is what it is. Is the surgery that expensive? I havent even looked that up bcs getting surgery it’s just a dream at this moment, i dont need reality to discourage me (2)

Well, if it’s of some relief, I’ve wearing them for almost three years, only, and even my family see something weird in my face when I don’t have them on, so 🤷🏻‍♀️. Well, when my mom look it up, it was around 3000€. But I think my friend told me last year that it was around 1800€, I think. So, yes, it’s very expensive, but all the people I know who have had it are very happy with it.

Yes. I know. I get that it’s easier to give them the ipad and all of that, but i dont think that’s really good for them mainly bcs they dont get the attention they need. But well, parenting is something very personal, and technology also has its perks. Maybe nowadays kids learn in a different way, but it’s still learning. I guess it’s the same as when Game Boy and so came out. That was supposed to “pervert” us all, but i think we ended up being just fine. Mostly. (3)

Oh, yeah, well used, technology is the best. But sometimes parents just give their children their phones so they don’t bother them, and that’s not good for kids. Like when they’re waiting at the doctor. I actually hear a psychologist saying that that teaches kids that to be relaxed they need a phone. And it’s a way to conditioning them. Like when a dog does something well and you give it a treat. And then the dog does that thing, so you have to give it another treat. But, yes, like you said, parenting is something very personal, and I think it parents reflects what they had/hadn’t from their parents on their kids.

Ohh! I havent thought about that. Yes yes. I hope they are not recognisable then. Do you know if there'a any project for Nialls show? Like the rainbow flag they did for Fire Away in Amsterdam (was it Amsterdam?). I havent heard about one. JAJAJAJAJA. Of course buying a bigger house is the easy option. Of course😂. I’d take a pic of the door, but then i dont know how i would send it?? An anti or a het? Please no. Never. I have eyes and i know how to use them. And so does she (4)

Oh, I haven’t looked for projects yet. I always remember to look it up when I’m driving, bc is when I’m hearing Niall’s album, lol, but then I get home or work and I forget 🙄. I’ll look it up, and let you know. I’ve thought on bringing those big balloons that have a cord at one end? (I’ll try to find a pic, so you see them) and throw them to the crowd at some point and people can play hitting them, you know (we did that at my sister wedding and we had a lot of fun, I think here it would be funnier). But I’ll see. I’m very shy, so, even if I bring them, I’ll probably keep them in my bag, lmao.I think you can submit pics on anon. Just log off, search my blog, and submit it. You have to put an email, that can be anó[email protected], jajja.

Your dad also knows their names? My parents barely know that One Direction exist. They only remember it as the opposite to good music. “This is music, not like that direction you like"😤😒 Jajajajajaja. Dont be so hard on you all. I’m sure there will be a lot of people of your age. You are not old!! (Yes, they are young babies. But mostly, they are lucky babies. Only 16 and already living their best life). (5)

Well, it would be too hard for my family to not know them, lol. All the people that has any contact with me, knows that I like them, lmao. My dad doesn’t like English music in general, so he isn’t a big fan (of me, listening their music 24/7, oops). Well, I’ll let you know after the concert, jajajajaj, of how much old people I see. The good thing is that it’s a small crowd, so less people judging 😅. And yes, they’re very lucky!! but if they can, good for them. I got to see Andy&Lucas when I was 16, 🤣🤣🤣🤣, almost the same, jajaja.

Only two weeks!! It’s around the corner!!! 😱😱😱😱😱 Yes. I should have bought a ticket for myself. But i’m not that sad. I’ll go another time. And also, the timing of the concert id disastrous because i start exams that week and going there + the show would mean 2 days less to study. And less time to study = more stress and crying. I’ve resigned myself to the idea. Next time. (6)

Yeah, I always look for the good point on everything too,jajaja. Also, that you have to see them next time they come, is the perfect excuse for them to come back again,jajajajaj. But you’re right. And it’s not just those two days you wouldn’t study. It’s the week before and after, thinking about the concert and getting distracted. Thinks come the way they do for a reason. So just think that studios are first. 🤷🏻‍♀️.

He tried to catch a duck? 😂😂😂 Nooo. Videos for cats? What are those? I know about cats’ videos (i love them. They are so cute), but not about videos for cats. What do they show? Oh, dont worry!! Notifications dont bother me. They dont make any sound. They are just there. And i only get one, no matter how many posts you reblog. (7)

Yes!! Cats are so funny. I laugh so much with them. If you search on YouTube “videos para Gatos” you’ll a lot, jajajaja. They’re just a cartoon mouse running and hiding, and cats try to catch it. Boring for humans, funny for cats.Ah, that’s good then,jajaja, because I was afraid you’d get 1837453 notfs, jajajaja.

Aaaargh. I’m trying to think something because I dont want to give you my name. It’s nothing personal. I swear. I’m just a very private person. That’s why i dont have SM and that stuff. But also, i cant think of a nickname bcs i dont have many, and i think my sister follows your blog and if she sees it there, that would be strange😂🤷. I dont knooow. I know names are not a big deal, but. I’m just shy. I’ll think about something and then i’ll tell, if you dont mind. (8)

WHAT??? Your sister follows me?? Oh my god!! This is so weird!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣I hope she isn’t reading this then, so you don’t get discovered. Now more than ever I have to try to put everything under the cut,jajajajja. Don’t worry about the name, that’s why I didn’t want to ask you. I was thinking something like flower anon (I don’t know why I call you flower i my head,jajja), or something like that. Or just smiley anon. I didn’t mean your actual name, of course. I’m very shy like that too (I know, hard to believe), and I always talk on anon to people. Don’t worry. Ah!! And don’t worry about thinking a name at all. If you’re comfortable with the notifications, keep with it. I just thought that if you were searching in my blog that tag anon, it would be easier for you to have your own tag, with your own things,jejejeje. But whatever you think is better, seriously.

8 months? So young!! She just discovered her hands?😂 Glasses are the first target, but i bet she’s going to go after your hair next. All did was laugh? I would have cried for sure. Omg you are brave! I love kids, but i wouldnt have known what to do. “Well, if you could tell me what is a girl/boy toy” 📢 📢📢📢 Say it louder Soraya!! I love saying remarks like that. Some people get so angry and i’m like ???? Chill and think about what i just said pls, it’s all true.(9)

Aaaawwwww, I was with her today too, she’s so cuteeeee. And yes, she goes for my hair too, but that’s my fault, really, because I tickle her with it, so she just plays with it. And I was with my cousin yesterday too!!! You’d have to see him. He has a “problem” in his brain, so he doesn’t develop normally. Doctors even thought he had autism (I don’t know the correct way to say it in English, bc I think they use a different verb, but you get it) for some time, because he behaved like that. Anyway, he has photographic memory, and also when he learns something, he doesn’t forget (he’s just 4). Well, yesterday, he just taught me in English the weeks days, months of the year, numbers till 20 and the weather. All of that singing it and pointing to his black board (the tv) like he was a teacher. He’s just amazing. He has learn how to read some words all on his own… and he can recognize written words since he was 2. He learn my car plaque before than me… I love him so much. ☺️. (Did I have a point with this story???? I just love to talk about him, sorry, jajaja)Hey, look, I do t usually say good things about me, but I’ll say one. I think I’m good on how I treat people at work. Like I know how to read them, and if I can joke with them or not. And I talk a lot with people, even if I don’t know them,jajaja. Well, when someone says something like that (a toy for a girl; can you make a candy cake, but it’s for a boy so nothing pink, please…) soy la persona más seca que te puedas imaginar 😒 (I don’t know how to say that in English). Like, no, lol, what will it do to him to it something pink? It’s just mean it taste like strawberry 🙄🙄🙄. I can’t I can’t.

Today i did a survey for a friend who is studying to be a teacher, and it was… wrong The aim of the survey was good, but the ways… the first question was “¿Q opinas al respecto de que existan orientaciones sexuales distintas a la heterosexual?” & also “¿como d normal t resulta q un niño juegue con muñecas?”. That’s wrongly put. Like, u are not asking what people thinks about sexuality. U are assuming that hetero is cool, and then u are asking about the nonhetero ones. And that annoyed me. 10

Yeah, that way of asking is wrong. Even more because is a written question, so you can’t catalogue the way the person asked is answering. But I sometimes ask question the wrong way so people shows they true colors, y'know? Like I ask in a way that it looks like I’m thinking the wrong way (gay things are wrong) and when they answer as if I were right… bye. But, again, that can be done in s face to face conversations. That survey was wrong yes, because they didn’t ask how you see that a boy play with a gun (which is worst that playing with a doll or a kitchenette…). But also, who wrote that survey? Your friend? Did you tell them what you thought about the way it was written? Did they listen to you??

Well, I reached the end!! Jajajja, I had to put my iPad to charge. Why do I talk so much??? We have this joke at the shop, with a woman (she’s also my sister neighbor), and she talks a lot A LOT!! So much, that my sister sometimes has to close the shop and walk with her to their flats… jajajaa. Well, I always say: ja! yo la doy conversación. Cuando se cansa de hablar, la saco otro tema!! That’s how much I talk,🤣🤣🤣🤣. I think is because I spend so much time alone at home, without opening my mouth (only to talk to my cats), that when I start talking with someone, I don’t know how to stop,jajajja. But I’ll stop… NOW! Bye!! 😚😚

#anon #argggg I always think bout something to tall you in the tags when I start writing #but when I end It's 3 hours late and I have forgotten #🙄🙄#Eit: I remembered !!#I was going to tell you that Niall had kitties yesterday #as of tonigh there's only one alive #I’ll keep you informed about the progress

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