#next time I'll just buy a ticket with a seat and it'll be fine

[they-dont-get-my-back]

Okay since I have a few free hours for myself I thought I'd finnaly sum up my thoughts about the NCT Dream show in Berlin. And since I'm the "Do not step on the grass!" type of boomer, I'll start with the negatives.

First of all, what the fuck.

The event page said "camping not allowed," so I was kind of surprised when I saw several queues and people sitting down by the entrances with blankets and stuff the day before. But whatever. When we reached the arena around 4PM the next day, we were impressed by the way the queues are lined and how people are pretty organized. Right at the front, there was like a "camping site" where a bunch of people was sitting down in their blankets, on pillows, with their stuff, food, drinks, everything..... They were sitting right in front of the entrance, right in front of the door, surely they'd reach the stage first. But for whatever reason as soon as the door opened and they started letting people in, they abandonded all their stuff? Just left it on the ground. For other people to sprain their ankle on. I couldn't believe it, by the time I got closer to the entrance, I stepped on several blankets, duvets, full unopened bottles of water, somebody's dinner leftovers and dozens of posters that the fans were oh so proudly holding just a moment ago. I don't understand why you have to act this way? Please be responsible for your stuff???? Act like an adult, you are not 13 years old. I don't speak German but there are certain words I do understand and one of them is "schwein" which a German mom in front of me kept repeating, and I felt so embarrassed for the whole community. Shame on you. And shout out to the homeless guy who got really rich that evening.

Second of all, I can't blame people for being tall, I can't really blame the fans for waving the lighsticks even when they're holding it five centimeters away from my face making me blind, cause that's what you do at concerts. But come on, stop with the phones, guys, please! People shooting whole freaking movies like some girls didn't even stop to look at the actual stage, the Dreamies were 10 meters away from you!!!!!! I wanted to shake them so bad like "Look!! They're there! The actual humans!! Right there!" But like whatever, you want to shoot the whole thing, sure, film away, but do not obstruct my view please. It was already pretty hard to see and then when everybody and I mean everybody held up their phones, I literally couldn't see anything. Just the screens. I was mad and very very frustrated. And what nearly drove me over the edge was the fans that wanted to capture the atmosphere of the arena by filming the fans too. People sitting a hundred meters away from you in the dark probably wouldn't mind, but me standing next to you sure do mind a lot. One of the girls in front me made a panoramatic shot every 30 seconds, her phone would fly centimeters away from my face, I'm telling you, girl, I do not want to be in your video. I don't.

All of this made me genuinely not enjoy the show. I couldn't see properly, not only the stage, but also the big screens. All I could see were the phone screens which made me feel like I'm watching just another YouTube video. I also got super self-aware and was too scared to move or shout or sing cause I knew all of that is going to be in yall's videos so...

Just wanted to say this.

[starter-library]

GAME CHANGER THE OFFICIAL CAST RECORDING/ WELCOME TO MOUNTPORT LYRIC STARTERS

FEEL FREE TO CHANGE PRONOUNS/NAMED/PHRASING AS YOU SEE FIT

“And your host, me. I've been here the whole time.”

“Have you ever had that dream where you've been on stage and

you haven't known your lines?”

“It's spring, but winter has left a hint of dew upon the air.”

“The fish are gone. Where'd they go? I don't know, but it's not my job, because I don't write the paper, I just distribute it.”

“That is so funny given what I have next.”

“Ugh, I got a whole batch of nothin’!”

“Fish are all gone! It's just water out there!”

“Did you hear about the fish?”

“Did you hear about [name]? Sorry, your things sounds bigger.”

“Welcome to the mountain slash seaside town of Mountport.”

“Hey, [name]! You're not allowed on the street anymore and you know why.”

“Okay, I guess I'll go back indoors.”

“The mountain’s over there next to the sea. How can that be?”

“What you do is a magic trick.”

“I'm gonna cut this part because it doesn't make me look cool.”

“They said I couldn't play baseball where I come from”

“It's called [town name], you loser!”

“This is my chance, I'll never give up, I'll never yield”

“Extra, extra, midday news! Fish still gone.”

“Oh, haven't seen you around here.”

“You gotta be careful. If you call it something else, everyone in the town's gonna

rag on you immediately.”

“Well, that's not a problem once you see what I can do.”

“Well, there's nothing classic about me except for my spunk.”

“The tuna fish here is beyond belief”

“It tastes real good, but don't eat too much it'll make you throw right up”

“Don't climb up that big ol' tree, a woman lives in there and she is not okay”

“Not like “not okay” like there's something wrong with her she's totally fine, she's just mean maybe evil”

“Don't talk to the woman in the tree”

“Hey, you get outta here!”

“Why do they call me a busker? I don't even know that word”

“You know the legend of the traveling, baseball-playing kid who can change the world?”

“A very, very long time ago a legend was foretold”

“This is when I was younger, but now, now I'm old”

“I said my destiny is to be a woman who is mean”

“I'll be writing this down because I'm a professional”

“I'll be writing these down, Every evil plan that you have said, Tell me about the evil plan that's in your head”

“You're gonna tear her down because you're a professional”

“Tear down a hero is what professional villains do”

“That’s legitimately better than anything I've seen on Broadway in the last 10 years.”

“I do musical theater for the points.”

“I'm so glad we're finally getting out.”

“I had to get away, and honestly, Palm Springs is 110 this time of year and I could not be more thrilled.”

“I need a swim-up bar. I need cards that could catch fire from the sun at any moment.”

“Oh, I'm sorry. They said this car still had an opening, but your luggage appears

to be in every seat.”

“I have a second question for you, pop quiz.”

“I'm here to tell you, the time is now. I'm turning off the lights”

“Ah, looky-here, In old timey speak they say hark”

“I’m showing you the dark”

“It's a ticket to nowhere, your playing days are done”

“Wow, being mean is fun”

“Your dreams are done, I'm sorry, gal, It's the end for you”

“Suddenly a feeling I can guess is destiny- A feeling of fate is bubbling up inside of me”

“There's something about you, I glimpsed it in a tree”

“No one can stop me, not even you, you'll see”

“Getting in my way would be the worst thing you could do”

“Take my guitar”

“Take your guitar?”

“I’m going to business school because business is cool”

“This is really compelling.”

“And everyone says you'll acclimate, I never acclimate to anything in my life.”

“We got to send a card to Ethel, or a fruit basket or something.”

“Would you go half and half on a fruit basket with me?”

“She doesn't like building regulations, so she actively builds it in a way that is not earthquake-safe.”

“Money can buy anything I want.”

“You're really good at getting the word out.”

“We can take it apart beam by beam as a team”

“We'll show her what money can't buy”

“This is nice, it's the most activity I've had in a while.”

“Whoa, well if you're doing something, I'm gonna try and do it better, because that is our relationship.”

“You keep me sharp, bud.”

“I told you this was a ticket to nowhere look what you had to do”

“It's a place where you can follow your dreams. And then think, well maybe I should go to business school, and then realize I could go to business school and follow my dreams”

“Well, if I'm being honest, I never wanted to be mean.”

“You could buy your own ticket to something new, If that's something you want to do”

“I guess money can buy a giant tower, but it can't buy a vocation and a passion”

“Thank you so much for welcoming in a scrappy kid from not here”

“No home run is worth it If you can't run home to a home you love”

“The world is your musical. It's just that your cast is bad at taking direction.”

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Love On-Set (Pt. 10 of 10)

Pairing: Dacre Montgomery X Reader

Word count: 1.2 K

Summary: You knew acting on Stranger Things season 3 would be a challenge, and you also knew, from the start, you'd have to work closely with Dacre Montgomery. But is wasn't a big deal for you, since this is your job and you're determined to act professionally. You had it all figured out, or so you thought, until the moment you were out face to face with Dacre. Then, this job became a lot harder than it was supposed to be, since you can't seem to focus whenever you're around Dacre. And you'll have to be around him a lot until the end of production.

<- Previous part (09)

{Dacre Montgomery Masterlist}

{Stranger Things Masterlist}

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What Comes Next...

The last three months have been hectic, in between shooting the last scenes of season three, the premiere, and the interviews that always follow. The Internet is going insane because not only Billy, one of the villains from season 2 changed and got a love interest, but you and Dacre, outside of the cameras, are together. The fans absolutely love it. But after the events and all the talk shows and YouTube channels wanting you both for a meeting, you had to call it out eventually and head back home.

It's not that you don't like it, the attention and the fans all rooting for your relationship, but you also like the private life, the one you get to share with Dacre alone, as well as your friends and families. But not everything is broadcasted. This moment is an example of that.

Seated on the sand, you watch the sun rising, casting its light on LA, lighting up the blue sky, mixed with the ocean ahead of you. Both your cellphones were left at your place, and the beach is empty. This moment belongs to you alone. Well, to you and the paparazzi that took a few pictures of you some minutes ago, but he's gone now.

“What are your plans after season four?” Dacre asks, his deep, strong voice being carried by the fresh morning wind.

Billy and Amy survived, unlike Hopper and Heather. It was a pleasant surprise you only found the day before shooting the last scenes of the Battle of Starcourt. And of course, you're already down for the next season, and everything you know so far is that Billy and Amy left with the Byers, and are now in an established relationship. The rest will only come when you get the script, which will take several months. “Uhm... Season five if the characters make it that far.”

“Uhm... And after that?”

Giving Dacre a glance, you wonder where he's going with this. Season four is only due to next year, and the production won't start in at least five or six months. “I don't know. Some studios are calling me but I'm not interested in the roles they have. What about you?”

“I'm thinking of holding to Stranger Things only.” He shrugs his shoulders, leaning closer to place a quick kiss on your lips. “Then I want to make a pause. Settle down, focus on my personal life.”

“Sounds good.” Raising an eyebrow, you can't help but ask. “And am I on this personal life thing?”

“Only if you want to.”

Blushing, you bite your lip. “Only if I want to.” You repeat, the wind suddenly stronger, messing with your hair. “I think I do, Mr. Montgomery.”

“There's something else I've been meaning to ask you.” His voice gets serious, and he pulls away so he can stare into your eyes.

“What is it?”

“I was thinking about going to Australia.” Dacre starts, holding your hand in his. “My family still lives there and I want to formally introduce you to them, not only through video calls. And there's a lot of places I'd love to show you.”

Oh... That's something. “I'd absolutely love to go, Dacre. Just tell me when and for how long.”

“That's the thing...”

“What's the thing?”

“I was thinking about staying there... Until the shooting for the next season starts.” There's insecurity in his voice and you know why. Dacre was only renting this house in LA because of the show, but his home is in Australia. “But honestly, going back there, and staying literally half a world apart from you is too much.”

“Yeah, I'd hate it too...” Holding your hair so it'll stay away from your face, you look at the ocean. “But this is... Something. I mean, I could rent a place near yours and–”

“We literally shared the hotel room, and now I either spend the days here or you stay at my place, so I guess that would go on for a few weeks until you decide to just stay with me.” Dacre has this cocky tone and a smirk, so you playfully punch his arm.

“Oh, don't tease me!” A small fight, filled with giggles start, as you try to slap him. But Dacre easily holds your arms, and suddenly, he pushes you down until you're lying down on the sand with him hovering above you. “I'll go with you.” You burst out because the possibility of not going didn't even cross your mind. “But only if you give me that amazing massage in the back after the flight because I know it takes like 48 hours to get there.”

“If we're lucky we can find a 24 hours flight.” When the wind pushes some hair over your face, Dacre moves it away before leaning down to kiss you, slow and passionate. “But yes, I'll give you all the massages you want when we get there.”

“You should really be more careful with the things you promise, sweetheart.” You tease, pushing him off of you. “So. When do we leave?”

“What about next week? Enough time to buy the tickets, pack everything, and to enjoy LA a little longer.”

“Speaking about enjoying LA...” Smiling, you stand up, taking off your shoes. “I'll go for a swim.”

“Babe... You can't swim.” Dacre keeps the half-smile as you walk backwards, eyes on him as you move closer to the water.

“Yes. I really wish I had a strong boyfriend to help me out but apparently–” You stop talking when he stands up, walking fast until he reaches you, and in a swift motion, he lifts you up, parting your legs so they'll be around his waist.

“You were saying..?”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you giggle when the waves start hitting your back, soaking your clothes. “I was saying I do have a strong boyfriend.”

“Interesting how you change your mind so quickly.” You feel when his feet stop reaching the bottom, and the two of you just stand there, floating, and despite knowing you could die here, you feel safe with Dacre.

“It's gonna be amazing, you know... Australia. The two of us.” You mumble, a hand caressing his cheek. “I am quite scared of the wild animals they have there, but I know you'll protect me.”

“I sure will. I did save you from a freaking Mind Flayer, didn't I?”

Giggling, you nod. “That you did.”

With the calming waves surrounding you, you kiss him, deep and sweet. It tastes salty from the water, but soon enough the taste of his lips overcome everything. And it also tastes like promises, spoken and unspoken. And you know that wherever you are, here or on the other side of the world, you will be fine, and happy, and safe. With Dacre, you don't have to be afraid of what you feel anymore, you can just let it out. You can trust him with your whole heart.

×

@baker151910 @shinydixon @dreamin-of-dacre @hanoi15 @lickmymelaninn @foccus @multific @uncookspaget @kellysimagines @peakascum @thisbreakableheaven @nope-thanks

[mugimugisalad]

Tasuku Takato - SR Somber Cashmere Green (1/2)

Summary: Tasuku and Izumi watching a play together but...

(also weren't you just in the last event gems go brr)

Part 1 | Part 2

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Backstage Story: Couple Discount Ticket

Izumi: I wonder if there's an interesting play...

Izumi: (Ah, it looks like “Flying Concerto” is starting next week. There's only a few tickets left.)

*door knocks*

Izumi: Ye~s.

Tasuku: Is it fine to come in?

Izumi: Tasuku-san? Go ahead.

Tasuku: This “Flying Concerto” play, would you like to see it together? I also brought a flyer.

Izumi: Ah, this! I was just looking at it on my smartphone and I was thinking of going too.

Tasuku: Alright, then it’s decided.

Izumi: Which day do you want to go? It seems that the seats will be quite full...

Tasuku: That’s right… How about the performance for this night?

Izumi: Ah, it’s okay. I’m free that evening.

Tasuku: Then it’s the rule. I will buy the ticket.

Izumi: Thank you so much. But, why did you invite me?

Tasuku: Actually, I was late to buy a ticket and only the couple discount ticket was left.

Izumi: Couple discount? Is there such a thing?

Tasuku: Yeah. For some reason, this theater company sells special tickets only at this time of the year.

Tasuku: It’s nice and cheaper than buying two tickets normally, but the ticket is heart-shaped...

Izumi: That’s some surprising couple specification...

Tasuku: Moreover, since it is one ticket for two people, it is a must to enter the theater together. It was helpful that the director will go too.

Izumi: No, I also wanted to see it, so I’m glad you invited me.

Izumi: Oh, the ticket fee… Is it okay to give it now?

Tasuku: No, it’s all good. I invited you.

Izumi: Eh, but that would be rude!

Tasuku: Like I said it’s okay.

Izumi: But…

Tasuku: Well, I’m always indebted to the director, so think of it as thanks.

Tasuku: It’s cheaper with discounts, and it’s not something to really worry about. Sometimes this is also good.

Izumi: … Alright. In that case, I'll gladly take your word for it.

Tasuku: Ah. Then, thank you for today.

*switch place*

Izumi: (I was planning to arrive a little earlier, but my previous schedule ran a little longer...)

Tasuku: …

Izumi: ( Ah. there’s Tasuku-san!)

Izumi: Sorry for being late, Tasuku-san! Were you waiting for too long?

Tasuku: No, I haven’t. You’re perfectly in time.

Izumi: I’m glad it’s all good…

Tasuku: Let’s go then.

Izumi: Yes!

*switch places*

Izumi: I’m looking forward to the play.

Tasuku: Yeah. Especially this special production is only for a limited time.

Izumi: Oh, by the way, there was something written on the flyer!

Tasuku: It’s become an annual specialty for this troupe to put in a special production during March.

Tasuku: Beyond that, it has a good reputation of having an amazing production than the past ones.

Izumi: It seems like a good material to study on. I’m looking forward to it more and more!

Izumi: Even so, Tasuku-san is familiar with many things.

Tasuku: … I’ve only seen this theater company perform once in the past in March.

Izumi: Is that so…?

Izumi: (When I looked up for the performance in March last time, it was written that the special production in March was for White Day.)

Izumi: (Tasuku-san, wouldn't you know that the couple discount ticket is heart-shaped? Maybe you saw it with an ex-girlfriend?)

Izumi: (If so, maybe I shouldn’t ask too much about that time.)

Tasuku: We’ve arrived. This is the theater.

Izumi: Oh, it is. Let’s go in!

Part 2

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TN:

Hello! Sorry for not posting as much here. I've been unmotivated for quite some time but hopefully it'll be over soon.

Expect part 2 tomorrow~

I just got Azami's card today too. So I'll see if I can do that one too

[lovinlikeloki]

The Lone Wolf

Masterlist // 01

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2.7k

Orlaith and I get off the bus and start walking down the road.

"Where are ye going?" Orlaith asks me.

"I'm away de Saint Marie's, ye wanny join me?" I tell her.

"Aye, sure why not?"

"I finished a job last night and didn't get de give Eoghan the card," I say, brandishing a gold colored card, "I need to get paid and get me next one."

"Why do you do this?" Orlaith asks, shaking her head at me.

"Eoghan's letting me stay in one of the rooms at Saint M's. I'm earning my keep, besides, the money's good."

"If you say so," she shrugs.

We keep walking and then I pull her sleeve, to show her the alley we need to walk down. We reach the end and I pull off my school blazer, shoving it in my school bag and exchanging it for my green and grey striped hoodie. I push open the door to the old Catholic school, I see that people are already in, clearly people like to start drinking early, well, if 5 in the afternoon is early to you.

I pull Orlaith to the bar and I slam the gold card on the bar, making Eoghan look at me. He takes the card and puts it in the out box, he then lifts a wad of cash and gives it to me. He begins to tell me that someone called for me, someone who called me 'Malen'kaya Volchitsa.' Only two people have ever called me that...and one's... not here anymore, so I know exactly who's after me. And just in case I didn't, the name she left, 'Cáileach,' was a nice hint. The witch is a smart one, I'll tell you that much.

(Little she-wolf) (Witch)

I take the number she left and smirk at the gold card.

"We'll take two cokes Eoghan," I tell him before going to the corner table by the door, my table.

Orlaith follows me to the table and sits across from me, "Why's a witch looking for you?"

"Because after leaving me for two years she's finally reaching out," I reply.

"Okay...and what the fuck does that mean?"

"What it means is that I'm gonny be leaving for a bit. My sister needs me, and I can't leave her hanging, 'sides, I owe her."

"You have a sister? Since when?" my confused friend asks.

"Not by blood, not by law she's... emotionally? my sister. Yeah, let's go with that. Basically when I went missing two years ago she was there, we bonded, and she saved me. That's all you need to know," I finish.

Eoghan brings us our drinks and we thank him, I hand him back a tenner, he tells me that he'll be behind the bar if I need him and that we'll talk about this job later.

Orlaith and I stay at the table for a bit while we finish our drinks, talking about our day and how much we hate our math teacher. Then Orlaith gets a text from her mam saying that she needs to head home to do homework and have some family time, whatever that is. I wouldn't know, it's been a while since I was at 'home'. It doesn't matter though, this, Saint Marie's the mercenary job fair of a bar, this is my home now.

When Orlaith leaves I head up to the bar and sit on a stool. I look up at the dead pool to see who's been picked this week, the dead pool is fun for me because as a minor I'm not allowed to get picked, I can just sit and watch the chaos. Only downside is that I can't pick anyone, so... I mean it's a two-way street, so I guess that's fair.

"So, what's this witch after?" Eoghan questions.

"Not sure," I reply honestly, "But whatever it is, it must be important. We haven't spoken in two years, and last time we spoke, he was still alive."

"Him as in-" Eoghan begins.

"Yes, he as in my grá cáilte. She didn't even call me then, so whatever this is has de be big. It better be, or I might just hang up."

(Lost love)

"You won't. The stories you've told me- you wouldn't leave her. If you did you'd hate yourself. You can't bring do stóirín back, he's gone, but you can still help her."

(Your darling)

"You're right, it just breaks my heart, I had to find out they escaped from rumors and stories, but I found out that he died by watching it, live on tv. We had so much potential, he had so much potential, but now I'll never know. Glac siad a anam ró-ghasta."

(They took his soul too soon)

"You're right. But now she needs you. So go find out what the witch wants, and try your damndest to deliver," he says.

"I will," I say, smiling at him sadly, "Thanks, E."

"Not a bother," he assures me, smirking, "Mactíre."

(Wolf)

° ∆ -------- ••• ------- ∆ ° ∆ -------- ••• ------- ∆ °

I dial the number, she picks up after a single ring.

"Wanda, it's been a while," I say, trying to stay happy even though I know hearing her voice again will probably bring tears.

"Fianna, it has," she says, and I inhale sharply. No tears, not now, not yet at least.

"So, what do you need me for so urgently?" I begin to cut the shit.

"I need help. I need a friend, I need a soldier. Are you available for some last-minute travelling?" she says hesitantly. Clearly I'm a last resort, a "break glass in case of emergency" type help.

"Of course, when and where?" I ask.

"I need you to get to Leipzig-Altenburg Airport asap. We'll get you where you need to be from there," Wanda explains.

"Yeah, uh, when exactly do you mean by asap?"

"I mean, like literally buy a last-minute flight and get on it, within the next two hours. It'll be a two-hour flight, I'll pick you up and we'll get where we need to go."

"Alright, fine. I just need to know, what I'm up against. You said you needed a soldier? I need to know what I'm fighting for before starting a war."

"This is... the fight of a lifetime. You'll be fighting for truth and... safety. Who you'll be up against? Some of my closest friends and some of the deadliest assassins in the last thirty years. Now are you in or are you out? I don't blame you if you're out, but it would really help."

Wanda sounds... more than desperate, she's hopeless, she needs me, more than she ever has. I've fought many's a fierce foe in my time, but Avengers? Deadly assassins? That's usually more than a smidge above my paygrade. But she needs me, she's calling in her last favor, she clearly thinks I'm up for it. I hesitate for a second, weighing my options before making a life-changing decision.

"I'm in. I'll be there in four hours, max," and with that I hang up.

Guess I'm going to Germany.

I walk back into the bar and go through the side door that brings me to the lodging. I go to my room at sit on my bed. I'm leaving. I begin to pack my shit, I pull my kitbag out from under my bed and begin filling it with clothes. Leggings, t-shirts, hoodies, leather jackets, everything I might need. I pack all the essentials and then begin to think of how I'll smuggle my brass knuckles through security. I lift my mattress and take out a couple hundred pounds in cash, shove it in my wallet and keep packing.

When I'm all packed I begin to forge a note from my 'mother' for the school so that I can get time off without them calling up people who haven't seen me in over a year and a half. I make a simple excuse of appendicitis, was rushed to hospital late tonight blah blah, they won't really care, the school year's nearly over. I just need something for show so that I don't get called out.

I text Orlaith, letting her know I'm being called out of the country. She questions me at first, but when I explain that Wanda needs me, and I can't let her down she lets me be. She says she'll drop in and pick up the note tomorrow morning before getting on the 212 to Coláiste Feirste.

(Belfast College {It's an Irish speaking high school})

Now I've just got to talk to Eoghan. I tell him to come to the lodging hall, behind the bar. He serves the last couple of drinks that were ordered and joins me in the back.

"I have de go de Germany," I tell him, "It seems above my paygrade, but she needs me and I gotta be there for her."

"Okay... do ye have enough for the flight?" he simply asks.

"Aye, I've got all I need, me kitbag's packed an' everythin'."

"Ye said above yer paygrade. What'd ye mean by that?"

"I'm not just fighting with Wanda's friends. I'm also fighting against a couple o' them."

"What? Naw- What the fuck Fianna!"

"Look, she needs me, Eoghan, I can't just leave her."

"You're not fighting them assholes."

"Yeah, I am, Eoghan."

"Naw you're not."

"You can't stop me. I tol' her I'm in, and I'm going," I say, standing up and throwing the strap of my kitbag over my shoulder.

"Fianna, ye can't just leave to fight those dickheads," he stands up.

"I'm away," I say firmly, walking out the door.

"Get your arse back here, now!"

"You're not my da, Eoghan. You can't make me stay."

"I might not be your da, but I'm the closest thing to a father you've had these past years. You better treat me with a bit more respect."

"Maybe," I shrug, "But I'll stick with this for now," I say, throwing up my middle finger before leaving the bar. The taxi I called beforehand pulled up and I got in.

"The airport," I tell the driver.

"Right," is the simple reply he gives me.

I get a text when we're about halfway to the airport.

I click my phone off and look out the window at the familiar city I've grown up in. All my life except a year was spent here. When I wasn't here I was with the twins, me becoming who I am, them becoming who they are... or were, and then I left them. Not by choice. Not on purpose. But I still left them.

But now I've got Wanda back, and while I don't know how long I'll be with her for, it will be good to see her. If only I could've seen him one last time before I left, spoke to him one last time, made sure nothing was left unsaid. Instead I'm here, he's gone, and I'll never know how things could've gone if perhaps I never left.

The driver stops at the airport entrance and lets me out, I pay him the fare and he takes it with a smile. I grab my bag, close the door, and go into the airport. I go to the desk and ask if there are any last-minute tickets to Leipzig-Altenburg I could get on. While there was a seat I could take, it cost a little more than a pretty penny. Luckily I had enough to buy it and went through security immediately. I opted for a pat-down rather than the metal detector and thanks to my damn good hiding spots the woman didn't find my brass knuckles.

I wait for the half hour before my flight and board along with the others. I get to my seat and sigh. A two-hour flight isn't long, it's just boring to sit through, no one to talk to and not long enough to sleep through. I just sit there messing on my phone for a bit, making faces at the baby looking through the gap between the chairs a couple rows in front of me.

When the plane finally lands I prepare myself. This is it. I have to fight Avengers. I have to fight deadly psycho assassins. But first. I have to see Wanda. For the first time in two years. For the first time since he died.

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When I leave the airport I scan my surroundings and all the cars parked there. I stop when I come across a van that could be owned by no other, a white panel van with what I'd consider an iconic license plate: L: T34MC4P, I know that it's gotta be my ride. I go to the passenger side and knock on the window, the door opens, and I'm promptly enveloped in a hug.

"Someone order a conriocht?" I sat into my sister's shoulder.

(Werewolf)

She laughs and hugs me tighter, "I did, you little volk."

(Wolf)

I look at her with tears in my eyes, smiling sadly. She looks back at me with a similar expression and we just stay there in the embrace for a moment.

"Okay," I say, finally pulling away and wiping my tears away, "So who's ass do I have to kick?"

She laughs, wiping away her own tears, "No one's just yet. We gotta get there first, so get in the back."

"Back of a van?" I quirk an eyebrow, "Are there seats of does this look like a kidnapping?"

"There are seats, but they're laid down. Scott is sleeping on them, and I thought you'd want to stretch before we get there, human or not."

"That's fair, but the second I shift I'm gonna be stuck with Lu, you know that."

"I can get her to ease up, but you're stuck with her, you have to learn how to get along with her, okay?"

"Yes mom," I mock, "I'll see you on the other side."

I salute her before opening the back door, seeing a middle-aged man sleeping on the seats. Must be Scott. I climb behind the seats and lay down, shifting to the Mactíre, and as expected I hear Lu.

Lu is like a voice in my head, she's the canine and lupine instincts that got transferred during the experiments. She talks to me, mostly degrades me for my logic and emotions, planning things out rather than acting on instinct and figuring it out on the fly.

"So, she returns," Lu mocks.

"Yes, I've returned. Wanda needs help, she needs me, needs us to work together," I reply.

"Wanda? Wanda needs us?"

"Yes. And we're gonna work together. Right?"

"Yes. Of course. Anything for Wanda."

"Good. Now we're gonna be driving for a bit, so what do you suggest we do?"

"Sleep. Sleep is good. Sleep builds energy."

"Okay Lu, we'll sleep. But when we're fighting I need to take control, okay? I need to be able to focus."

"Okay Fi, you take control."

"Thank you."

And with that I begin to drift out of consciousness.

[vertigoseokjin]

Make it Right

Sweet Pea x Reader

Requested:  Hello, i saw that you wanted to write something and i did love to send a request. I would love something with Sweet pea, where you were friends when you were kids but grew apart. One day in school something ( anything really) making them confused their feelings for each other. I hope that makes sense❤️😊 @moaandersson63

“I could make it better I could hold you tighter 그 먼 길 위에서 Oh you’re the light”

Make It Right - BTS

Toni Topaz and Y/n Y/l/n lay on different parts of Toni's bed. Things haven't been normal in Riverdale in a long while, but the best friends always find comfort in their weekly sleepovers. This week, the topic of their conversation is the dreaded Junior Prom, just like it's been for the last week.

"Toni we haven't really talked in years." You grumble. "I can't go to a dance with him." You repeat for what feels like the hundredth time.

It wasn't that you hated Sweet Pea, it was the exact opposite actually. You two were inseparable growing up, but both of you went through an awkward phase growing up where a few too many people commented on the nature of their friendship. Apparently as thirteen year olds, girls and boys couldn't be best friends like they were.

Yes, it was a very stupid reason to lose a best friend, but at this point too many years have passed to restore the closeness they shared as children.

But it's fine. Friends drift all the time, right?

"Prom is the perfect time to reconnect!" Toni gushes. "I can make you look irresistible. He'll fall for you right away!" The pink haired girl bounces in her seat.

"He doesn't need to fall for me. There's probably a reason why we're not even friends anymore." You pull the blanket over your reddening cheeks and groan in frustration. "Besides, he's definitely going with someone else."

"Who would Sweet Pea take to a dance other than you?" Toni yanks the blanket off your face, forcing you to look and listen. "You have to shoot your shot! We're gonna be seniors soon, you don't want to graduate with any regrets. You don't have to prompose, just a little 'Hey! Take me to this dance!' There's no reason he'd say no." The certainty in Toni's voice and facial expressions easily sways you, but the thought of asking your ex best friend to prom sends chills down your spine.

"Look, I'll think about it, okay?" I still don't think anything will come out of it, but I'll definitely think about it." You pause for a little to think about the circumstances. "But it wouldn't hurt to get dressed up for a night, right?" You were never one to get dressed up for a normal day at school, but the thought of putting on a pretty dress and makeup for one night didn't seem like the worst thing in the world to you.

"Of course not! I promise, it'll be fun. Even if you don't go with Sweet Pea, we could go as friends."

"You're going with Cheryl." You feel the need to remind her.

"Of course I'm going with Cheryl, but she wouldn't mind sharing for one night. Especially for you." Meeting Toni was a blessing for you. There has never been anyone that caring for you in your life, that you could remember.

Maybe Sweet Pea, but you're still convinced that chapter of your life was over.

Unable to contain your appreciation for Toni, you tackle her in a hug before both of you collapse in a fit of laughter.

The night with Toni was enough to get your mind off him, even if it was just for the night.

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The next day at school, you finally convinced yourself to buy two tickets for you and him. With shaking hands, you handed them $150 (which is a ridiculous amount of money for a school dance) and walked away with the two pieces of paper that felt as if they weighed 100 pounds each. You shake your head to clear your thoughts before making your way into the cafeteria. Spotting Fangs at your usual table, you throw your bag down and take your seat next to him.

"Toni's not coming?"

"A 'hey Fangs, how are you!' would be nice for once." He ruffles your hair to accompany his remark. "But no, she stopped by to tell us she's eating with Cheryl today. If you weren't late, you wouldn't have missed it. Where were you?" He acts with a joking accusatory tone.

"I just bought two tickets. For the dance." You say nervously to Fangs, presenting them on the lunch table to him.

"Two? Y/n, I'm flattered, but Keller already asked me."

"Not for you, idiot." You scold him. "Toni convinced me to ask Sweet Pea." Telling your plan to anyone other than Toni scares you even more, it makes the situation more real.

"Shit, seriously? Good for you y/l/n! Making moves!" He playfully shoves you, and you immediately respond with an annoyed whine followed by a punch to his arm. "You need to work on your punch." He teases again, despite his arm already throbbing in pain. "Anyway, when are you going to ask him?"

"I was thinking today? At lunch, whenever he comes. I just want to get it over with. Worst case scenario he says no, then I don't go to the dance. No biggie." You make it seem as if asking your long term crush to prom wasn't the only thing on your mind for the last week.

"And you'll be out $150 for those overpriced tickets. You don't have to worry about that though," he quickly adds, "he's going to say yes. Why wouldn-"

"Fangs, no offense, but I've been hearing this nonstop from Toni for the last week. I get it, he won't say no." Even if you can't stop telling yourself he wouldn't go to the school dance with you.

"Jeez, sorry!" Fangs apologizes, voice dripping with sarcasm. You laugh in response and rest your head on his shoulder.

"Did you and Keller get tickets yet?" You ask, wanting to quickly change the subject.

"Nah, I'll probably text him tonight to figure it out. It's not-"

"Break it up, lovebirds, we're in public." A deep voice suddenly interrupts their conversation. You jump away from Fangs in shock of the sudden appearance of another person. Slowly turning around, you make eye contact with the cause of your conflicts for the past week. The sudden eye contact causes your cheeks to burn red. You quickly move the tickets off the table on to your lap.

"We were just talking about the dance." You manage to finally choke out.

"The dance? What about it?" He seats himself across from you and Fangs, looking very disinterested in your conversation. You're ready to back out, but Fangs encouraging hand on your back gives you all the courage you need for the next five seconds.

"Are you going?" Fangs initiates the asking for you. Unfortunately, he just gets a shrug as a response while he starts pulling out his lunch.

"Sweet Pea?" He pauses rummaging through his bag to look up at you.

"Why do you look like you're going to puke?" Is all he says in response. You don't feel it, but you're sure Fangs kicked him under the table.

"Nervous, I guess." You mumble.

"For what?" Now or never.

"Would you want to go to the dance with me?" You clutch the tickets in your shaking hands as Fangs watches anxiously.

However, none of you expected him to burst out laughing.

"Are you serious y/l/n? To the dance? You and me?" He's laughing so hard that it shakes the table. "Shit I'll take you out to Pop's if you're still that hung up over me, but you and me at a school dance?"

"Dude..." Fangs says in shock, wanting to scold him.

He was right. You do feel like you're about to puke. You force out a little fake laugh before grabbing your bag.

"No, I just wanted to see your reaction." You keep laughing through your words to avoid bursting out in tears. "I forgot I had to talk to a teacher, see you guys!" You hurry away from the table and rush to the nearest bathroom. There wasn't an immediate urge to cry, but the humiliation of ever facing Sweet Pea or even Fangs again brings up the urge to puke again.

You kind of expected him to say no, so this shouldn't be so shocking.

After taking a few deep breaths to collect yourself, you step out of the bathroom, almost crashing into Fangs.

"Y/n! Are you okay? Do you want me to get Toni?"

"Fangs, don't worry about it." The emotionless expression of your face kind of scares him. "Like I said, no biggie, right?" The bell ringing interrupts your conversation. "I'll see you later Fangs, but seriously, everything's good. Thanks for being there for me." You hurry away from him, wanting a place to just put your head down for a little.

The rest of the day goes by quickly, so you rush to leave Riverdale High before you're forced to interact with anyone. You hop on your motorcycle and speed home as fast as you can.

You collapse on your bed as soon as you enter your home, wanting to sleep the day away, before you remember the mountain of homework you still have.

A furious groan leaves you before you empty the contents of your bag on your desk, and get started.

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Nearing eight at night, a loud banging outside your door forces your attention away from your assignments. You peek out the window to make sure whoever is outside is safe, and all you see is Sweet Pea, almost looking like a child who was just scolded.

You sigh deeply, preparing yourself for this conversation, before opening the door.

"Hey, y/l/n. Can we talk?" He stands nervously outside your door, hands deep in his pocket.

"What about?" You're leaning against the door frame, not wanting to let him in.

"...about what happened?"

"Nothing happened, Pea. Don't worry about it. Was that all?" He spends a few seconds just staring at you. "Sweet Pea, I have some homework to finish up. If you have nothing else to say then-"

"No I do! Just listen! About the dance, Fangs said you already bought tickets? For both of us?" He asks, a little scared of your response.

"Yeah, I did. It doesn't really matter. I gave them to Keller." Sweet Pea isn't used to you talking this coldly to him. Yes, you haven't been the closest friends for a while, and you do naturally have a icy tone of voice, but you've never necessarily sounded bored while talking to him.

"Is he paying you back?"

"Sweet Pea, I really don't care. It doesn't matter. If you're here because Toni or Fangs forced you too or you just feel bad, really don't worry about it. I'm over it." Another awkward silence washes over them as he isn't too sure how to respond at this point.

"Can I explain myself? Just give me five minutes-"

"You don't have to explain yourself. You don't need to go to a stupid dance with me. You know I don't even like dances, I just wanted to try something new." He notices your tone softened a little, but he still feels the need to explain.

"Y/n, I didn't say no because I don't like you."

"You didn't say no. You laughed in my face for three minutes till Fangs told you to cut it out."

"Right, that. But I didn't do that because I don't like you!" It's your turn to be at a loss for words. "Look, y/n, you know I'm not good at feelings or talking, but I'm really sorry. Even if we drifted for the last couple years, you've always been my closest friend. I never stopped caring about you." He steps closer to you, making you put your head down to avoid looking at him. "I'm sorry for laughing. Asking me to a dance took a lot of balls."

He stops to take your face in his hands, forcing eye contact, "I didn't laugh because going to a dance with you was unappealing. I said no because dances are unappealing. I thought we both thought that. And if you still want to go, hell I have no problem buying us tickets and renting a suit I know I'm only going to wear for the night, I'll even buy those stupid flowers, I'll do all that shit for you. But, we don't need a dance." The look of confusion on your face urges him to continue. "I mean, we can do all that shit without an occasion. Even if you just want to dress up and go to Pop's, I'm down." Tears brim your eyes, but you're not too sure why. "Was it something I said? Why're you crying, dummy." His teasing just feels so normal. You go to wipe them away, but he beats you to it. "Are you going to say something or am I going to stand outside looking like an-"

In a short burst of courage, you cut him off with a kiss. He steps back in shock, but doesn't take too long to respond. He fully wraps his arms around you, and it feels safe. You both walk backwards, lips never disconnecting. Sweet Pea roughly kicks the door shut before you two collapse on the couch. He leans on his elbows on top of you and he can't stop the stupid smile that spreads across his face from staring at you.

"Does this mean I'm forgiven?" He jokingly asks.

"Maybe." You tease back, pressing another kiss to his lips. "Take me out to Pop's then we'll see."

"I can do that." He smartly responds. Sweet Pea rolls off you, but still keeps his arms wrapped around you.

"And you were right."

"I'm always right, but what specifically?" You lightly punch him on the shoulder before laughing at his response.

"We don't need a dance." He stares at you lovingly before pulling you even closer. "I think we still have a lot to talk about," you pause for a second to see if he'll object, which he doesn't, "but I'm happy like this."

"Me too." He responds sweetly.

You spent the night catching up on the last four years of your lives, wrapped up in each others arms, with stupid jokes and sweet kisses.

Neither of you needed a dance to feel the love that night.

[aixmei]

Day 1 - PDX to LHR

Let's see if I can keep up with this.

Was ready for my 20 day trip!

Shooo got to PDX, went to the Alaska lounge to see if I could chill there before my flight starts boarding. Unsurprisingly they were too full to accept Priority Pass visitors. BUT when I looked at my app, there were 3 other restaurants that offer $28 off your bill which is so generous because water bottles are like what $10?!

All of this was only $12 which I totally regret because I ended up buying more food at my layover which I had to run to! Next time future note to self, spend ALL the $28 and pack up on food for long flights! Rookie mistake Amy. But later was able to get into the Alaska lounge as well, got to have some peace and quiet and some food before take off.

Took British Airlines which was pretty nice.

It had a nice detachable remote, most movie screens it's touch screen, or if it's like United or American Airlines you have to use your tablet or phone to watch movies off of.

Also decided to use a travel pillow for first time, made a difference my neck doesn't feel sore or achey like it usually does! So happy my parents buy things in Costco bulk and board extra brand new items in the closests 😆

Only issue on the flight was typical lady screaming and hollering at the flight attendant seats were too small. Calm down Susan, you screaming isn't going to make our 10 hour flight any better.

Of course I think she got her way because I didn't see her afterwards...

THEN flight was delayed by 2 hours for low tire pressure! Which turned out to be fine and it was at the right pressure. Lovely.

Get to Heathrow and see this MASSIVE line for customs. Of course it's afternoon, everyone is flying in, what did I expect le sigh.

...1.5 hours and I am FREE! Now where is my check in bag that's filled with family gifts of Stumptown coffee beans and Asian spices?!

30mins later of staring at the baggage carousel. Slowly realized I've seen some of the same luggage a few times, pull out baggage ticket number and look it up online..

Realize with slight annoyance staring at blank space next to status above Chicago...Make predictions it's probably in Chicago...

Lug my gym bag and backpack around, go to baggage lost office, told to go to baggage enquires, give them my baggage info from my first flight...

Yup. It's still in Chicago. You know, with the amount of stress from all the trips I've taken these last couple years, I feel like at this point nothing (knock on wood) can shake me with fear TOO much....At least I got chase sapphire with insurance on it, and the airline said they'll refund me for clothes I have to buy for the days I don't have my luggage.

But they also gave me a lovely travel temp package.

Nice set eh? Sigh...Fingers crossed it'll get to the airport tomorrow. Told them I'll pick it up there since I fly out to Spain in a couple days and don't wanna risk missing it shipped after I leave.

At that point I was at the airport 4 extra hours than intended, and delayed 2 hours. Too tired, cbf, decided to just go home and be lazy with my lovely little British posh sounding cousins.

😊❤️✨