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🌟The Memory of Happiness and Love💖
(Something for PussDeath fans to read this half part of chapter 34 that was near based on anime Belle with the song Lend Me Your Voice. If you haven’t read the whole one yet, please check it in ao3 as RainbowMoonstone21 and finds out the beginning of the chapter)
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…Seeing her old beloved still in pain, Mistress Life decided to let her voice speak her and Puss' thoughts with a song that she promised to her little guardians. It was time to let go of the past and open a heart, that was broken for too long, to heal.
Mistress Life: 🎶 It’s easy to push me away from you… 🎶
Puss opened his eyes in shock as he heard Isabela's voice, surprisingly that he still recognise her singing voice so easily. The more he listened to that song, the more her words resonated with his thought as he looked at Death.
Mistress Life: 🎶 Easy to say you want be left on your own
Yet somehow, I can’t help but see… 🎶
He saw Death's eyes widened as he also thought that he was listening to Isabela's voice for the first time in a very long time.
Mistress Life: 🎶 How your eyes shy away
Your hands seal the entrance and path to your heart… 🎶
Death clenched his chest where his locket was as he listened to his old true love’s beautiful singing voice.
Mistress Life: 🎶 Anger kept fear and the sadness you feel… 🎶
Puss then noticed something strange. Two roses, one big dark blue and one small red were glowing like candles with golden light. Before he could question it a group of fireflies picking those roses out of the bush and flew towards them before placing them each. The red one on Puss' hat while the dark blue one on Death's torso.
Mistress Life: 🎶 Under the surface for so long
Locked that room, you keep it inside… 🎶
They then started circling them around until they flew towards deeper into the forest but before stopping themselves as they wanted Puss and Death to follow them. As a curious cat he was Puss did that and tugged Death's hand to go with him. Reluctantly he followed, although he couldn't deny that he was curious also as well.
The bunnies and foxes were behind the trees as they watched the pair goes deeper while the mice and Mistress Life followed them that lead the others do the same. They followed the fireflies through a near darker woods, under a twisted tree that reminded them of a bridge.
The path was dark and only the fireflies lighten up until something was shimmering in front of Puss and Death. It was getting brighter as they were heading closer. Once they were out of woods they were mesmerized of what they saw.
Mistress Life: 🎶 Lend me your voice
Words you try so hard to forget
They’ll break through the silence
Bring me close
Let me see the past you regret
Deep down below
Show it all… 🎶
In front of them, there was a beautiful secret garden with a lake that spakled under the moonlight and stars, a waterfall cascading near a huge tree that bloomed with beatiful flowers. Both Puss and Death were awestruck by breathtaking view. They fireflies were dancing, making the scenery more magical. That was when Puss realized as he gazed at the scene of this was just like Death's sewing quote.
It seemed like Death thought it as well as he started to say those words. “The two fireflies goes under the tree that looked like a bridge, dancing around together as they twirl into the dark forest that light up everything they passed by.” Death tried not to cry as he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, Mistress Life couldn’t believe it either. “And when they head to the great tree that was near to the waterfall, they got all the woodland creatures sang a song about the wishing star that restored happily ever after...” He didn't finish it as if there was one part still missing.
Puss decided to help as he outstretched his hands towards wolf. Slowly, Puss sees the memories flowing through him as he saw himself and Death having those good and bad times that was worth creating. The cat was afraid of the wolf for taking his last life that he burned all eight, but now he was brave to help him when he knew now that a handsome man with blue eyes was Death himself as they got to know each other as they journey through the seven seas and trying to protect each other from danger.
Mistress Life: 🎶 It’s not so hard, living all by yourself
It isn’t hard, yes, I know that’s what you’ll say… 🎶
Death hesitated at first, but Puss didn't give up as he get closer still with hands towards him. Suddenly, Death saw those memories of his old self and Isabela that slowly turned into what he was now and Puss when they shared those good and bad times that somehow filled him with joy as he laughed at those funny moments that he no idea he made those moments happened during the journey he ventured.
He finally give in as grabbed cat's paw and started dancing with him. At first, it was awkward due to their height differences without a table or a chair to enjoy this moment they were sharing. They looked like adult dancing with a child, but then Puss was lifted from ground that was created by golden stardust with each step he made until he reached to Death’s height looking straight at his ruby eyes. Soon, Death followed behind as they both danced in the air with stars and rose petals around them.
The woodland creatures watched on as Mistress Life smiled at the two, she felt like Death and Puss were meant to be together which she doesn’t mind at all as they were lost in where they were supposed to go in life that the universe gave them. Forbidden or not, this was true love.
Puss and Death didn't question as they were lost each other eyes as they felt the love in the air between two lost souls they were all these years of life.
🌟Puss could only see Death’s ruby eyes that show shyness when it comes to love but also have hope to fill the heart with joy.
And Death could also see in Puss’ emerald eyes that was full of curiosity about the wonder around him that would share kindness and stay true to himself.💖
Mistress Life: 🎶 It’s what you have told yourself
Over and over again in darkness
You try to hold back all the thoughts… 🎶
It was like a dream. So beautiful and so enchanting. Memories of them first met, first and second battle, first adventure together, first kiss, everything… they had no idea that they would come this far like what they were having now and that… they would never forget those good and bad times they spend with or without their friends.
Puss and Death were like under a spell once they looked at each other’s eyes as they leaned closer. However, Death then hesitated as he backed a little with eyes closed looking nervous.
Puss was surprised, nevertheless he smiled as he found his lobo’s shyness adorable. He pressed his head onto his to give encouragement and comfort. Death opened his eyes as he felt the presence, he then put his paw around his gato as he was giving him a hug.
Mistress Life: 🎶 But you know, I just want you as you are
Just the you that I see right before me
It’s all that has been on my mind… 🎶
They stayed like that for a bit until they pulled away just to look at each other's eyes that sparkled from the stars reflection around them.
But then Death placed his paw on Puss cheek softly as he quote final part. “And finally, they slept until the stars that created two creatures kissing in the secret garden.” He said with a smile and Puss returned the same as he place his paw on Death’s. After he said it, the wolf also replied. “Thank you for everything, Puss. I’d never come this far without you to be there for me than just your friends.”
Puss smiled softly, “I thank you for showing me what life truly meant that I could wish for. And that I am glad that you’re there for me when I truly need it after all these time… Agustín.”
They gazed at each other’s eyes before they slowly leaned closer with eyes fluttering closed until they placed their lips with a true love's kiss they have truly missed.
Mistress Life: 🎶 Lend me your voice
Let me see your face, let me start
To show you what I see
Bring me close
Let me feel the beat of your heart
The secret you bury… 🎶
Mistress Life gazed at the couple before looking at her four guardians who looked up at the two, she smiled before finishing her song and left the pair to have their moment together under the stars and moonlight.
Mistress Life: 🎶 Lend me your voice
Anything you want to say, I’ll be right here
I’ll listen so tell me
Open the door
Let me come and sit by the fire
Just let me come close
To your heart… 🎶
Puss and Death pulled away from the kiss before they embrace again as the stars shines above them, they both agreed that this was the best night ever for them to share the moment alone…
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Oooh, Irene, why did i just found this now? 🥹😭 thank you so much for this lovely reblog and these beatiful words🕊 my dove, it's really beatiful. i love it. you just made me smile. ❤️🕊
THIS MOODBOARD IS SO GORGEOUS. like you. i love it and i am honoured it's made for me🥹❤️ i love these pics, they're so accurate!! and si princessy🥺❤️ thank you once again, lovely! i'll save this!!! and i'll make sure to listen these songs!!
and the most important, thank you so much for these lovely words you wrote at the beginning. you're really making me cry, that's something no one told me. you're so good friend, i wish there were more people like you. if i am sunmire, you are angel fallen from heaven.
please, remember that i am. ALWAYS. here for you. you're a beautiful being. you're too good to be true. you're so. so.. i am speechless for real. you're the best! i wish you only the best. i hope you will never be sad but happy as people you make happy.
i did this angelic moodboard for you, dove. pics are not mine❤️
it's so light like your soul.
“𝕭𝖊 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘, 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖎𝖙’��� 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖔. 𝕬𝖑𝖘𝖔, 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 – 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖇𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑𝖘.” – 𝕾𝖈𝖔𝖙𝖙 𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖗𝖆𝖓
YOU ARE AN ANGEL.
🕊love, angel🕊
i love you so much and once again thank you for everything🕊🫂
“𝔄𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔰, 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢, 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔞𝔦𝔯 𝔴𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢.” – 𝔈𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔈𝔩𝔦𝔞𝔰 𝔉𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔫
𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝔂 𝓘𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓮,
@crystallinetrine
I decided to do a little gift for you, precious soul. I am really happy you exist. You're a sunshine, full of love and brightness. I hope all your dreams come true. You deserve the whole world and more. If you ever needed me, or just wanted to talk or anything, I am for you here. Always.
I love you so much and I am sending you my love. <3
“𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓪 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷’𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮.” – 𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓮 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷
“𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓼𝓷𝓸𝔀- 𝓘𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼.” – 𝓚𝓪𝓱𝓵𝓲𝓵 𝓖𝓲𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓷
pics are not mine, credit to original creators!
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Hi!! Hope your doing alright so i was listening to mitski and i was thinking
What if the tf2 mercs had an s/o who makes really deppresing songs about stuff like truama ? They hear there s/o making a song and it seems really sad?
Like the songs are like mitski or mother mothe
:DDD
Sad songs oh boy (read this as s/o MAKES the sad songs sorry if you wanted something different)
Warnings: angst, crying, mentions of tramua
Mercs with s/o who makes sad songs
Scout
Totally not crying over the song then looks at the artists name and it's yours
Just kinda stares at his phone for a second before running to find you
You didn't tell him you sang???
And also are you okay cause all your songs are really sad
He loves listening to your songs when he's alone because he always cries and he doesn't want the other mercs to see him
After the first incident he will sit down with you to make sure you're okay
Soldier
Probably was listening to your song on the radio and he started crying
Since it was on a radio he didn't know the artists name so he went to you to see if you knew
So when you replied "oh yeah I wrote that song" he's starstruck
You have such a beatiful singing voice
Your songs are one of the few that can actually make Soldier cry so... gold star A+
Demoman
I think he cries to a lot of songs
But yours particularly resonated with him so when he saw you sang it he was in so much awe
He gets a lot of your songs because it's obvious he's been through some stuff and he likes the way your songs portray tramua
If he's feeling sad he'll just listen to one of your songs and get all the tears out so he feels better
Pyro
They're so confused
You sing???? And also why are your songs all sad??
They don't really understand tramua so don't explain let them keep their perception of reality
They don't normally listen to you songs since it's pretty sad songs but sometimes when no ones around they'll listen to one so they can just cry a little
Because sometimes everyone needs a little cry
Heavy
He loves your songs so much
He gets that they're sad and that's why he likes them
So many songs were about love or whatever but you sang about tramua which is something most people didn't
He likes how much attention it brings to the subject
He also loves your singing voice so it's a plus
Engineer
He's in awe
Not only are you a good singing your songs are so great
He loves that this is how you cope with tramua because he feels it's very healthy
He always encourages you every when people online put you down for singing about something that no one else does
Medic
Like Soldier be barely cries
So when he's cooped up in his office shaking with songs he's a little confused
Then he realizes the song he was listening to was sung by you
So he goes to you asking what this was about
You explain its your way of coping and he calms down
Then he explains that it made him cry
That's one of the few times he'd been open with you so reward him with cuddles please
Sniper
He's sitting in his perch tears silently running down his face as he listens to your songs
You had offhandly mentioned you wrote some songs so he though he should listen to them
Now he's crying
He later comes to you and just wraps you up in a hug
Spy
One of the few times he's actually cried
When he realizes it's YOU who wrote the song he wants some answers
He comes to you (still crying) and demands why you sang something so sad
But then you reach over to wipe away his tears and he just breaks down
Your song resonated so much with him that he can't help it
So he may needs some cuddles after that
#tf2 x reader#tf2 medic x reader#tf2 scout x reader#tf2 sniper x reader#tf2 heavy x reader#tf2 soldier x reader#tf2 spy x reader#tf2 demoman x reader#tf2 engineer x reader#tf2 pyro x reader
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prom night
synopsis: you and spence both never got your own prom, maybe this makes up for it
{a/n: i’m projecting a little bit bc i missed my prom, but i hope this isn’t too cheesy}
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the east coast was your home
born and raised in dc, school in new york, work in virginia
you wouldn’t have it any different
except for the fact that you lived less than 20 mins outside your childhood home
you loved being able to be close to your family, but it had its downsides
“y/n can you pick up your brother
y/n can you run to the store for me
y/n can you pick up my dry cleaning”
and it was like you were in high school all over again
on one occasion you were at home with your mom and your baby sister, delaney, she was 17, so not much of a baby anymore
“so what’s the hot gos” you said taking a bite out of your gronola bar and looking your sister down
“ew”
“dont ‘ew’ me”
“well i got asked to the prom yesterday”
your mom nearly dropped her pan
“NO WAY”
“yes way, is it so hard to believe that someone would like me? i’m not y/n for crying out loud”
you gave her a light punch on the arm
“NOT FUNNY”
she wasn’t far from wrong though, you were the classic “nerd”
15 years ago when you were in her place, at the exact same high school, you were never asked to prom, you were too busy in math olympiad or physics club to ever want to attend prom
but that was 15 years ago, now you lost the braces and the acne, got 2 degrees, and had a very lovely boyfriend of your own
“it is though, you’re lucky you found spencer, two dorks made for each other” she said taking a sip of her water
“you’re such a bitch”
15 year age gap aside, you were still very much, sisters
“y/n, do you mind chaperoning? that way we don’t have to pay for a ticket” your mom asked
your sister blurted out “oh my god NO”
you were laughing so hard, usually this is the kind of thing you’d pass on, but it torturing your sister was so so so worth it
“okay i’m game, see you prom night”
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“spencerrrrrrr” you trailed on as you sat next to spencer on the couch, staring deep into his hazel eyes
“yes my love?”
“do you love meeeeeeee???”
spencer rolled his eyes, he knew this is how you asked him for a favors
“to the moon and back, why??????”
“okay look, my baby sister, delaney, is going to the prom and i’m chaperoning her, and she called me and you dorks so we have to get back at her by embarrassing the hell out of her at her prom”
spencer laughed
“you’re no better than a petty 17 year old”
you rolled your eyes “so can we?”
he looked at you, than his eyes trailed from the calendar to his watch to you again
“of course”
“yes!” you gave him a hug and planted a kiss on his cheek
“i love you so bad spencer reid!” you said as you ran around the apartment
“even more!” he replied
—
“incoming call from spencer reid”
“hey y/n?”
“yes love?”
“what color dress are you wearing tonight?”
“green, why?”
“no reason...”
he said before he hung up
you laughed to yourself “what a dork”
you continued to brush the mascara on your eyes, getting ready for your very first prom night
you came running down the stairs in a dark green ankle length dress, while spencer waited to pick you up
he was wearing a suit with a matching bow tie to your dress
“that’s why you asked the color! you look dashing by the by”
you said as you leaned over and gave him a cheek staining kiss
“and this” he said as he handed you a beautiful green corsage arrangement
“spencer! for me? this is gorgeous”
you said as you slipped it onto your wrist
“yeah, penelope knows a guy”
“of course she does, and thank you! i can’t believe you’d go through all of this for me on fake prom” you said as he started driving toward your parents house
“hey this prom is not fake at all to me, i’ve never been to prom before”
you shrugged “me neither, i always thought it was dumb anyway”
“this is sort of embarrassing” spencer said scratching his head
“come on spencer it’s just me”
“okay, you know i went to highschool very young, i hadn’t even gone through puberty. i was the smallest guy in the class and that wasn’t purely based on my age. i was scrawny. but i had this grand idea of going to prom with the most beautiful girl. and i’d be all tal and handsome at that point, and i’d walk into that dance and stick it to all my bullies”
“that not embarrassing! i wish i wanted to go to prom like that. i guess i was too pretentious to go, i was an all star intellectual, there was no way i’d show my face at an event like prom”
“yeah, so i guess we both get do overs. and i get to live my prom dream. now i’m tall, and i have a beatiful girl by my side” he said as he smiled at you
“have i ever told you i love you?”
“not enough” he smiled as he pulled into your parents drive way
you got out of your car to wait inside with your sister for her date to arrive
eventually a tall girl with a equally as beautiful corsage in her hand ended up nervously swaying on the front door and she rang the door bell
spencer answered
“hi!”
“h-hi, mr. y/l/n” she said in a nevrous tone
spencer laughed out loud and you went to intervene
“oh my yeah he’s just my boyfriend, hi i’m delaney’s older sister y/n. no need to be nervous, there’s no dad around here. just a lot of siblings, my mom and my boyfriend!” you said as you welcomed her into the house
delaney went to take the corsage from her date, melanie
your mom lined you spencer and your sister and melanie up for what felt like 800 pictures before you finally decided to get into spencers car to the dance
in the car you turned around to the girls
“sooooo, how’d y’all meet”
delaney burried her head into her knees in embarrassment while her date explained
“well she was in my physics class, and it all went from there”
“physics!!! i love physics, is mr. scott still there?”
“yup he’s our teacher”
“sick” you said to yourself, reminiscing about your days in high school
eventually you pulled into your highschool parking lot, hooking arms with spencer as you walked toward then gym
“god does this bring me back”
you said to him
your sister whispered to her date “god she’s so old”
“HEY DELANY I HEARD THAT”
she gave you the stink eye and whispered in your ear
“please get as far away from me as possible”
all you did was nod as you watched the two of them skip into their dance
you looked up at spencer
“god you’re so cute, i wish i had you here in high school”
“i’m sure you had your boys”
“from the physics club? right”
you walked into the fully decorated gym, wandering around from the punch bowl to the photo booth, you and spencer watching the floor of kids dance to their hearts content
“i think i know why i skipped this in highschool”
spencer laughed
“ i would have killed to be in this very position when i was in high school”
you wrapped your arms around his neck and looked him in the eyes
“killed to be in prom in the first place or to be here with me?”
“with your of course”
he said as he met your lips for a kiss
obviously bringing spencer was a bad idea for your sabotage delany plan, because you got way too distracted with spencer by your side
you spent the entire night talking to him, dancing with him to the slow songs, taking funny pictures in the photo booth
high school stuff you guess
eventually when all the kids were slow dancing, you looked up at spencer
“wanna make a break for it?”
he didn’t know what that meant, but if it was with you he’d do it, so he just nodded and followed you outside
you buried your head into his shoulder as you walked around the campus you grew up on, pointing to the points of interest
you pointed to a big oak tree with seat like roots under it
“that’s where we used have physics club meetings”
then you pointed to a hidden patch behind all the bushes
“this is where i traded homework for money”
he just nodded as you told the stories of your high school experience
you pointed to some old looking railings with a tree standing view it
“that’s where i had my first kiss”
“HUH! i thought you said you got no boys, physics club and all”
“yeah you’re right” you said as you settled on one of the bleacher, overlooking the field and the night sky, spencer joining you
your fancy dress hitting the dirt of the baseball field, the cold april night making you shiver, and spencer putting his blazer coat over you
“you’re right, i didn’t get any boys in high school” you sighed as you cuddled into his arm
“my first kiss was with dylan watson, he was mr blue eyes blonde hair, baseball and perfect social status. and you know i was, braces glasses and physics”
he laughed as you continued to tell the story
“but yeah one day he slipped me a note, i figured he just wanted homework. but he said to meet him there after school. so i did, and he confessed tht he loved me, and wanted to be my boyfriend. and of course i said yes. and the he kissed me. it was the best moment of my life up until then. but as soon as he pulled away he yelled ‘you got that?’”
“oh no” spencer said, listening intently
“oh yes, his buddies had be filming, then they put me on plays all around the entire school, showing the video to everyone. so yeah, that’s why i never want to the prom. i guess it might have been bc i was a nerd, but also because i never wanted to show my face to those kids anymore” you said as you sighed
“you know, i had a similar experience where a pretty girl told me the same thing, but instead the entire school stripped me to my underwear and tied me to a pole. it was awful”
“oh my goodness that’s terrible” you said
“well i guess high school bullying makes great profilers?” yoy laughed
“maybe. i think it also develops character well i’m general too. and hey! you got your first kiss out of it”
“yeah, but high school was the worst, i wish i could tell my 17 year old self that it would get better”
“me too” he said
he said as he tucked his chin into your head and looked up at the stars, faint music echoing from the gym and the sound of your cold shakey breath
“y/n, i’m just glad we got to spend our prom night together”
#spencer reid#criminal minds#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid fluff#criminal minds fanfiction#spencer reid fluffy#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer x y/n#mgg#mgg fic#mgg fluff#mgg x fem!reader#mgg c#x#mgg x reader
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Is it just me | Luke Hemmings
Summary: Luke and you have a beatiful relationship but somehow it goes south
Warnings: angst idk if pregnancy and babies count as warning but just in case .
Requested: No
Word Count: 1568
A/N: I was listening to Backstreet Boys and I thought Is it just me? and The way it was were great songs to take prompts and write a story around them this will be part one based on is it just me just like the title says so enjoy. The link for the song is here.
MASTERLIST HERE
Your relationship with Luke had been a dream you couldn’t put into other words it was by far the best relationship you’ve ever had since day one, since you met. You felt happy safe and warm with him that’s why when he asked you to move in with him you said yes in a heartbeat imagining, believing, dreaming you’d felt that safeness that, happiness, that warm feeling 24/seven and for the first months it was.
The first couple months every morning you’d cuddle and have a lovely breakfast and quite a few times during the week you’d join Luke in the shower Luke didn’t care about getting to the studio late and neither did the boys since they knew he was in that honeymoon phase with you and they were happy for him.
The nights when he came home from the studio were late nights talking about your future together talking about growing old and stuff like that talks that would make you fall even more in love with him. Funny how something so simple, like a late-night talk, with the right would make you feel like that, like home.
You didn’t know when or how Luke started to drift away and your mornings were cut short like he was in a rush and your late-night talks you used to look forward to every day disappeared and you didn’t even notice. Were you overthinking? Maybe, but Luke barely talked to you anymore it was taking a toll on you, but you also didn’t want to give this relationship up since you’ve come such a long way.
One day, it was Luke’s free day from studio work meaning he could spend time with you and you were so excited to finally have your boyfriend for yourself for a whole day but you woke up to an empty bed and soft chords from a guitar coming from his at home studio.
“Luke it’s your free day come back to bed with me please” you softly said to him.
“Busy” was all he said giving you not even a glance.
“Luke we are going nowhere” you snapped. You just couldn’t take it anymore.
“Y/N, I’m working, and I don’t what are you talking about” he sighed clearly frustrated not dropping his guitar.
“It’s your free day Luke!” you reminded him “and you’re here locked not acknowledging my existence. You don’t live alone anymore.”
“Y/N we’re in the middle of an album” he snapped back clearly upset by your interruption.
“But today’s your free day Luke” you said as a matter of fact “it’s for you take a break, we used to talk about a future together and now I don’t know if we are going to make through the month.”
“And what do you want me to do?” he inquired “give up everything for you?”
“I never said that all I’m asking is for us to go back to the way it was” you cried almost begging him “it’s taking a big toll on me I want- I try to call you when it’s 2am and the bed feels empty without you, but it’s always your fucking voice mail.
“It’s you’ve fallen out of love” you whispered.
“Then why don’t you just leave?” he spoke again “if you can’t stand this anymore.”
“The last thing I wanted to do was to give up on us” you swallowed your tears “but I guess I’ll have to.”
That was the last time you spoke to Luke that day you left you’d be lying if you said you didn’t expect him to call you or to follow you through that door and it never happened you managed to move on with your life without him you didn’t know you were that strong.
You stayed with a friend, Chloe, you had to beg not to call Luke or to look for him since you didn’t want more drama or to be related to him you even cut ties with his friends which hurt you very much since you had found a family there.
It took months for Crystal and Kay Kay to find you again they were your friends and they missed you by then you had your own place.
“What are you doing here?” you said wearing an oversized hoodie.
“We missed you and we manage to find your new address with Chloe” Crystal said, “aren’t you going to let us in?”
You let them in and sat in the living room with them “This is a nice place.”
“Thank you” you smiled at Kay Kay’s comment. It was just a flat 3 bedrooms and enough place for at least 4 people to live in it.
“Luke told us you broke up, but we never thought you’d broke up with us too” Crystal said with a teasing tone and sad one too at the same time.
“He’s lost without you” Kay Kay added making you chuckle how ironic.
“Well, I guess since you’re so calmed, he must’ve told you that it was a mutual agreement or that I wanted it to be over.”
“It wasn’t like that?” Crystal inquired surprised.
You told them everything how everything went south up to the final fight.
“Unbelievable” Kay Kay muttered.
“There’s something more” you said and as if on cue your baby girl started crying again, just like clockwork after her afternoon nap. You went quickly to get her and sooth her.
“I found out I was pregnant like a week after I left Luke” you explained them “if my math is right, she was conceived like four months before the fight. The stress of trying to save my relationship and the sadness made me forget my period never came I was so distracted.”
“She looks just like Luke.” Crystal said, “how old is she?”
“5 months, her name’s Lara.”
“We have to tell Luke” they decided.
“No please we’re fine” you begged.
“Y/N, babe you can’t raise her on your own. Not now that we know how things ended” Crystal told you “we have to give him a piece of our mind.”
“Just let me tell her about Lara” you said closing your eyes knowing your friends wouldn’t listen “just let me do that give him my new address, please. Tell him to come around 3 while Lara is taking her nap.”
If you had to face him, you might as well do it now. After a couple of weeks Luke was standing outside your door.
“Hi” he softly said after you let him come in.
“Be quick” you said dryly.
“I’m sorry” Luke groaned after the words came out of his mouth “I had a whole speech ready and I know I’m sorry it’s not enough and it’s been almost a year since we las talked or saw each other. I was such an asshole.”
“Yeah, you were” you said with a dry laugh “I’m guessing Kay and Crystal were tough with you.”
“They yelled at me in front of the boys” you softly smiled at that “and then the guys yelled at me.”
“Why? How?” you were trying to find the right words “how did all that happened to us? We were so happy.”
“I-I got in my head subconsciously I thought that maybe you were going to fall out of love with me being away for most part of the year and after all those late nights at the studio so I thought might as well disconnect from you first” he explained “I hurt you so much doing that, and I realized I made the biggest mistake of my life like 10 seconds after you left”
The crying of Lara made the both of you forget all the conversation you’d been having “shit I thought she’d sleep through the afternoon” you thought but now he knew about her.
“Is that– is that baby yours?” Luke asked with hurt in his voice and eyes.
“And yours” you simply said making your way to her room and put her down again Luke behind you.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Luke whispered anger quickly growing in him “I could’ve helped you.”
“Luke you can yell at me as much as you want once we leave this room just let me soothe her” you pleaded. He agreed once he got a better look at Lara there was no doubt left, she was his daughter she looked just like him.
“When did you find out?” Luke asked once you left the room still upset “that you were pregnant.”
“About a week after I left” you told him.
“And you didn’t tell me” he scoffed “how old is she?”
“She’s 5 months and don’t you dare be angry at me” you scolded him.
“Wha- she’s my daughter and you decided to just go MIA with her” he snapped.
“No! You were ignoring me” you reminded him “you hurt my feelings and broke my heart you even told me that if I didn’t like that then I should leave and guess what Luke I did. I didn’t want you to treat our poor daughter like you treated me.”
“I know and I’m sorry” Luke sighed knowing you were right “It’s not enough I know that but if you’ll let me, I’d be glad to be part of your life again and part of hers too.”
“Okay” he smiled “we can co-parent with her but we are still on neutral territory”
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somebody to love [au]
Genres: Romantic, AU, Fluff, Songfic Note: Sorry for stupid little mistakes, it's my clumsy translation:)
1986
At another noisy party Jacob Frye was actively leaning on beer and looking for some girl to whom he'd buzz all ears about the recently released album of Queen. He had already drunk a decent amount of beer, and now he was looking for a "victim". But the third girl turned up her nose, not wanting to listen, how brilliant the Queen's songs are. It's strange that he didn't manage to talk to anyone with the same success as when he was sober. He looked very well: perfectly styled and combed hair, leather jacket, black t-shirt and jeans. Frye was sure that he wouldn't leave here alone today, but hope of a hot continuation of the night for the third time slipped away.
Jacob walked down the corridor with a sigh, where only couples in love hung around. He looked into the living room, hoping to find one of his friends, Ezio or Edward, but they're not there. Suddenly, the gaze of green eyes stopped on girl sitting alone on sofa in front of TV. She looked quite nice, concluded the drunker mind of Jacob, who had already gone with the fourth attempt to prove the genius of Queen.
"Do you know, why the song "Somebody To Love" from new Queen's album is the best?" Frye asked, sitting impressively on the sofa next to the girl, placing his hand behind her.
She looked up from the contemplation of the glass with a drink in her hands, looking with a grin at Jacob, who was ready to smile triumphantly. Well, at least someone paid attention!
"Why?"
"Because it's my favorite song".
"You should have thought of something better for flirting", she snickered, and Jacob raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Is it really that bad?"
"Terrible."
"Then, why you haven't left yet?" he snorted resentfully, not taking his eyes off the girl, who didn't stop smiling.
"I was waiting for a music lover like me to come up to talk", she shrugged, and Jacob smiled broadly, immediately suggesting that they go somewhere, where is quieter. She didn't refuse.
They left the house and went outside, where walked slowly towards the campus park. It was a warm summer night. Jacob didn't stop talking all the way, speaking with pleasure about his favorite band, and girl walked next to him, listening attentively, without interrupting. Soon they sat down on a bench, and Frye suddenly came to his senses.
"I'm sorry. Where is my politeness?" he reproached himself, smiling charmingly. "I'm Jacob. What's your name?"
"Gwen", she smiled, and drunk Frye caught himself thinking, that he'd never seen such a beatiful smile before. Perhaps, his hormones and a strong desire to have sex with someone today spoke in him, but girl was really beautiful.
"And... what do you listen?"
"I also like Queen, but I prefer Elton John", Gwen confessed.
"Elton John is a pop singer", Jacob sneered, but it didn't hurt her at all.
"He's a great pop singer. In general, I listen a lot of things."
"Can I rate your vinyl collection?" he arched his eyebrows playfully, directly hinting at his desires at the moment, which made Gwendolyn laugh heartily. "What? Is that even worse than the first one?"
Gwen gave him a curt nod and a friendly pat on his shoulder.
"Unfortunately, you won't have sex tonight, Jacob."
The girl got up from bench and slowly headed towards to the women's dormitory. Jacob, outraged by this turn of events, jumped up from seat and caught up with her. Now he was walking in front of Gwen.
"Tell me, would you sleep with me?"
"Only to Elton John's songs", she joked, and Jacob rolled his eyes.
"Would you? Seriously."
"Good night, Jacob", Gwendolyn said. Frye saw off his last hope for sex tonight and decided to return to the dormitory with a disappointed sigh. The evening was definitely not a good one from the beginning.
In upset feelings, Frye went into the room, to which his neighbor hadn't even returned yet. This only made him more upset than before. He flopped down on the bed and stared at the ceiling in silence until he fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, from the morning, Jacob went extremely dissatisfied, and this didn't go unnoticed by his friends. At lunchtime, as usual, they gathered at the same table in the large students dining room, chatting about the latest events and about something else quite insignificant. Jacob didn't really listen, taking to part in the conversation, although he usually always teased them.
"You're so quiet today, Frye", Edward remarked with his mouth full.
"All girls refused him yesterday", Ezio grinned maliciously cathcing his friend's displeased look. "Really, there wasn't a single girl, who would like to listen to your rave reviews about the latest Queen's album?"
"Go to Hell, Ezio", Jacob snapped.
"You should have heard his flirting on a drunken stupor... If I were a not very smart girl, I wouldn't have fuck with him either", Arno laughed, and a loud, friendly guffaw rolled around their table, but Jacob didn't care. Suddenly, he noticed among the crowd of students a girl, who confessed her love for works of Elton John yesterday. Due to the fact that Frye had drunk too much, he didn't really see her, but he remembered, that she was short with dark brown hair. Now, seeing her with friends, Jacob noticed, that she's really attractive. Especially in this light cotton dress with striped tights.
"Hey, what are you staring at?" Edward waved his hand in front of Frye's face, but Jacob didn't react in any way. His friends followed his gaze.
"Oh, what a cute little one", Auditore smiled. "Will you come to her, Jacob?"
Waking up from a slight obsession, Jacob didn't answer anything, jumped up from his seat and quickly closed the distance to table, where Gwendolyn was sitting. He took an empty chair, turned it back forward and sat down with them as if nothing had happened, which caused girls to stop chatting.
"Oh, Queen fan himself", Gwen grinned, her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail today.
Her friends looked at each other with same grin on their faces.
"I want to ask you have a dinner with me", Jacob smiled, ignoring the others. Right now, he was completely engrossed in the big brown eyes. There was a gleam of interest in them. "Agree. You'll like it."
"Only if you turn on Abba's "Dancing Queen" on your player, heavy metal lover", Gwen said with a giggle, looking very pleased, when Jacob was confused, apparently not immediately understanding, what was it.
"But this is —" he tried to be indignant.
"So, this is also shitty music?" girl interrupted, making an impassive face and turning away from him. But Jacob wasn't going to give up just like that. And if he gave up so easily, he wouldn't be himself.
"Okay, okay! We'll listen to all your favorite music, if you agree to have a dinner with me!"
Gwendolyn turned her attention back to him and smiled warmly. Jacob smiled back.
"Fine. Friday evening?"
"No. Tonight."
"But I have —"
"You've already agreed", Frye interrupted with a wink. Girl exchanged glances with her friends, and they nodded approvingly to her. "I meet you after all classes, right? Just tell me number of the audience."
Gwen called the right class and time, and Jacob, smiling at all girls, hurried back to the table to his friends, who'd watched the whole scene from the beggining. Now his mood is just fine.
It was very hard to wait for the evening. It seemed that time was deliberately dragging on too long, delaying the moment of a date with a girl, who seemed to love music as much as he did. At least, she knew who Queen was, and Jacob was ready to marry her. Of course, this is a rather loud statement, but how nice it was for him. That's why he was waiting so long for half past six in the evening to be at the audience number "345".
The bell rang, and the students, one by one, began to leave the history lesson. Jacob looked for Gwendolyn, who had gone out in the company of her friends. Noticing Frye, she said goodbye to them and approached him with a smile.
"Where are you taking me?"
"To a small but very nice bar on the outskirts of Cambridge", he smiled, offering to take his arm. The girl didn't mind.
"Is it far away?"
"I have a car."
Jacob was the proud owner of a red Mustang, a model of the seventy-fourth year, which made him the envy of almost everyone on campus. And he often drove girls on it. Everyone was in love with this car, including him.
Frye gallantly opened the door for Gwen, and she climbed into the salon.
"Will I turn on Queen?" Jacob asked, already sitting behind the wheel.
"Oh, no", Gwen giggled. She took a cassette of Elton John's new album out of her backpack. "Please. Listen to at least a couple of songs, and then, if you don't like it at all, turn on your own."
"All right, a pop fan", Jacob said with a mockery in his voice, and she just laughed, so sincerely that something jumped in his heart. The cassette was in the tape recorder, and the salon was filled with pleasant notes from the song "Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word". Jacob began to listen the words, and Gwen began to sing along softly. The song was touching, a little sad, but he really liked it. It even made him think about how lonely he really was, but all the longing was knocked down by the next "Between Seventeen and Twenty", which seems to be perfect for driving.
A completely different plan for the evening with Gwen was born in Jacob's head, very different from the original one. So they stopped at the nearest store, bought food and a couple of bottles of beer. The Mustang was parked on a high hill with an impressive view of the whole of Cambridge. Jacob liked to come here alone, enjoy music and think about everything in the world. It was a private place, but now he is ready to share it with Gwen.
"Do you like Elton?" the girl was curious when the tape ended, and Jacob turned off the engine.
"Exceeded all my expectations", he said honestly. With the next tape, he turned on Queen. While the first songs were playing, the couple talked about everything, getting to know each other better. Jacob liked Gwendolyn more and more, and he saw in her something like a kindred spirit.
As soon as the food was eaten and the beer was drunk, Jacob got out of the car with Gwen. In the cold of the evening, he offered to dance. Exactly at this moment, his favorite "Somebody To Love" started playing. Jacob began to dance and sing along, not taking his eyes off the girl, who couldn't help but smile. Their hands were constantly intertwined. He pulled her to waist, already singing along to Freddie in a half-whisper.
Frye's voice caressed her ears, and Gwen felt a magical warmth spread in her chest. It was something incredible. She had never experienced anything like this with any guy before. Jacob was special. And suddenly she understood, why he liked this particular song so much.
"Why did you stop smiling? What is it?" he asked, stopping when he noticed her sad look.
"I feel like I'm in this song, too", Gwen said seriously, looking into his green eyes. "It seems that it doesn't sound sad, but... its meaning is very close to me. I understand why you like it so much, Jacob."
Frye raised his eyebrows in surprise, but didn't interrupt her.
"You're the same. Behind the external fun and recklessness, you hide your loneliness, you just want someone to love you as selflessly and endlessly as you are ready to love someone", Gwendolyn smiled sadly, gently stroking his shoulders, realizing from his discouraged face, that she'd hit the nail on the head. Jacob remained in a sincere stupor for several minutes, gradually agreeing with every word she said.
"I'm sorry if I —" Gwen hurried to add, because the silence dragged on, but she didn't have time to finish. Jacob leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips.
The girl answered with pleasure, smiling through the kiss.
"Can I call you Gwenny?" Jacob asked when the air in his lungs ran out. Gwen nodded, receiving another kiss. "Please be my... my girlfriend, Gwenny."
"If you turn on Abba's Mama Mia", Gwen joked, and Frye laughed.
"I'm ready to turn on anything, as long as you're be mine."
They laughed together and danced to their favorite songs for the rest of the night. As soon as the notes of "Mamma Mia" rang out, Gwen began to sing along, without taking her eyes off Jacob, who was looking at her with the most satisfied look, falling more and more in love with every second. He felt, that he would never be as happy with anyone as with this girl. On the last chorus, she came close, pressing her whole body against him, put her arms around his neck and kissed him a couple of times on the scar on his cheek, and whispered on his lips:
"My, my, I could never let you go."
Jacob smiled broadly, drowning in blissful oblivion and forgetting about everything around him. His whole world now consisted of cassettes with his favorite songs, a red mustang, a beautiful and happy Gwendolyn in his arms, and an evening that instantly stopped being cold. And only the happiest time was waiting for them ahead.
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"I missed you"
Isaac Lahey x reader
Summary: You are a singer/songwriter and two years after Isaac left you you finally decide to write a song about it.
Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of death
(y/n) Pov
Two years passed since Isaac left. Two years passed since your boyfriend left you without saying a word. Two years passed since Allison, Scott’s girlfriend, died. It was hard for the whole pack to process her death. But with the time passing it got better. But for you it was even harder because the loss of one of your best friends and the loss of your boyfriend, the boy you fell for the moment you met him.
Sure it was hard but you didn’t want to bother your friends by loading your pain on them. So you played it cool and hid your pain behind a fake smile and all your friends fell for it and thought you were doing fine.
But you clearly weren’t. The first two months you cried yourself to sleep and questioned your relationship you had with Isaac.
Did he care so little that he wouldn’t even tell me that he was about to leave?
He told Scott and the pack that he would leave and explained his reasons. So everyone knew. Except you.
And that hurt more than anything else.
After one year Isaac started to call you and you were so surprised but you still refused to talk to him
Since you were little you had an amazing singing voice and you learned how to play the guitar and the piano. When you started High School you wrote your first song. When you met Scott ans Stiles and were dragged into the supernatural stuff and had more inspiration to write songs. But no one besides Lydia, Allison and Isaac really knew about it. So after Allison died and Isaac left you just had Lydia to show your music to. You wrote your first song about Isaac when he had so much trouble with his father abusing him but you missed the chance to show him. Lydia and Allison encouraged you to do it but you missed the chance so you couldn’t.
(Never give up on you - Lucie Jones / Your song for Isaac)
With all the pain you had you felt like you had a lack of inspiration so you decided to talk to Lydia about it.
“If you feel like you need inspiration why don’t you write about Isaac? I mean i know how you feel. We all do. We all know that he tries to call you at least every third day but you never pick up. You try to hide all of that sadness and pain but you don’t have to. So if you need inspiration just write about what happened. It could be a great way to express your feelings just like last time!”
After you thought about that you felt like it was a really great idea so you locked yourself in your room and tried to write a song about Isaac. After a few days you felt like you finished it and you called Lydia to show it to her.
She immediatly came over and was so exited to hear your first completed song.
You sat behind your piano and started playing:
Dynasty - MIIA / Thats the song you wrote
You finished and looked at Lydia. She had tears welling up in her eyes.
“Thats the most beatiful and emotional song i’ve ever heard!”
“Thanks Lydia, I really appreciate that!”
“You feel better now?”
“Yeah, kinda. But what am I going to do with the song now?”
“Wait you do have a YouTube Channel right?”
“I do … so?”
“Why don’t you record it and put it on your YouTube?”
“Wait … you serious?”
“Totally, this song is so amazing and i bet it would go viral. I know that that does not really matter to you but maybe it will help share your feelings? And besides you have suh an amazing voice that maybe some kind of a Producer will hear you and then could get super famous!”
She looked at you with sparkles in her eyes and you kinda knew that she was right. So you decided to do exactely what she said.
“Okey, fine. But i need help recording.”
“I’d love to assist you!”
After one day of recording and editing it together you were satisfied with the final result. When you wanted to upload it you were so nervous that Lydia ended up hitting the last button. Because you were beeing like a bundle of nerves she decided to take you to Scott’s house were Scott and Stiles were to watch a movie wich did calm you down a lot.
For the next few days you haven’t looked how many views your song already had but after the fourth day you desperatly wanted to know. When you opened the site you could not believe your eyes. It was like your mind was playing tricks on you. The song had over 500.000 views and so many positive comments.
You couldn’t believe it and you rushed over to Stiles’ house because Lydia would probably be there. After a little ring storm Lydia opened the door with a red face and a confused Stiles behind her.
“(y/n) what the hell???”
“My song has over 500.000 views and not a single negative comment!”
You said rushing inside the house. For the first time since Allison died and Isaac left you wre truly happy again. Stiles who did not know what you were talking about was so confused when Lydia hugged you and the two of you started to squeal like you were crazy.
"Could you two please stop screaming?? What the hell is going on here?? What song??”, he asked clearly confused.
“(y/n) wrote a song to process the pain Isaac caused and i wanted her to post it on YouTube and now it was viewed so many times. Oh my gosh i can’t believe it, well i actually can because she sings like an angel!”, Lydia tried to explain.
You spent the rest of the evening with Lydia, Stiles and Scott who came over after he heard what happened and celebrated your success. When you went to go home you could feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You got it out almost expecting to see his name. *Isaac calling*
Isaac Pov
“Why is she not answering???”, he asked himself almost crying. Like you were he was tired of calling and you never picking up. He was tired because he knew what he did and how much it hurt. Not just himself.
She definitely hates me. What have I done?
He threw his phone on his bed and tried to think how he could make up for it but part of him knew that he could never do it. No apologies were good enough for you to forget what he did and he knew that. But he still refuses to let you go. You were the best thing that ever happened to him. While he was thinking he remebered all the times the two of you had cuddeled and watched movies. All the times he sneaked in to your room when his father did what he could do best. All the times they slept in eachothers arms just loving eachothers presence.
He could not distract himself from you and all the happy memories. That’s when he decided to search for something else to distract him. He didn’t want to start a new Netflix show so he opened YouTube. After scrolling a bit he found a video with a picture of your backside on it. He could not believe his eyes!
Is that (y/n) ??? Is it really her ??? That can not be real !!!
He had to click on the video and when your voice started to sing his heart skipped a beat. He then realised that this song was about him. You wrote this song about him. His crumbled with the thought of you singing with tears in your eyes singing about the pain he had caused. He listened to the song multiple times before he made his decision.
Back to (y/n) Pov
After your graduation you had a lot time to work on your songs and alot of time to make up your mind about what you wanted to do after school. You were sure you wanted to do something with music but you were not so sure if your voice and your songs were good enough to actually do that for a living.
You were alone at home so you sat down at your piano and played one of your favourite songs you wrote.
Never give up on you - Lucie Jones
Even though you wrote this song for Isaac it was still one of your favourite songs because it was so emotional and you literally put your heart into writing this song.
Moments after you ended you heard a knock at your door. You hurried to open it even though you were not expecting anyone. When you saw who was standing in front of your front door you were surprised. Isaac was the last person you expected to come to your house in the evening.
“What are you doing here Isaac ??”, you asked without hiding your confusion.
“I-I wanted to talk to you. You haven’t answered your phone and … ”
“And ?”
“I want to apologize!”, he said with this irresistible look in his blue eyes. “Could I please come in?”, he asked hesistantly.
“Come in ...”
You were not sure what to say. He hurt you. So much. Not just by leaving. But by leaving without a word. He told the pack, he told Scott and Stiles. But he didn’t tell you. He did not tell his own girlfriend.
“I know that I hurt you. I know that. I know what i did. And i also know that you will not just let me in your life again. But i want you to know that i am so, so sorry! I can’t apologize enough! I-I … ”
“Isaac you left without saying a word. You told everyone. You told Scott, you told Stiles, you told Derek. Why did you not tell me ?? I was the only one not knowing. Do you know how that feels? I thought I meant something to you. I even thought you loved me I like love you.”
“I did love you and i still do !!!”
“So why did you not tell me?”, you asked with tears in your eyes.
“I don’t know. I just couldn’t!”
“Great explanation, Lahey!”, you said voice soaked with sarcasm. “If that’s what you wanted to tell me you can leave now!”, you added voice slightly cracking.
“No please, listen. I know what i did and i did not come here expecting you to forgive me. But i can’t live my life when you’re not in it. I wan���t you to be in my life. And if it’s just as a friend. I would be fine with that but please let me be a part of your life again.”, he basically begged.
You could not answer immedietly but you knew that if you would let him walk away again you would regret it. After all he did you still loved him and you couldn’t change that.
“Fine, Lahey, I will give you another chance.”, you gave in. “But if you will hurt me again I will kill you!”
“Friends?”, he asked hesitantly.
“There was a time where i could be just a friend to you but this time is over. I don’t think I could be just a friend when I know what it’s like to be your girlfriend.”, you said slightly smirking.
With one big step he was with you and you were in his arms pressed against his chest.
“I missed you so much!”
“I missed you too!”
Well i hope you liked it. I really thought that it would be more difficult to write in english. But it is surprisingly not much harder than writing in german.
#daniel sharman#isaac lahey x reader#teen wolf imagine#isaac lahey#isaac lahey imagine#teen wolf#stiles stilinski#scott mccall#lydia martin#allison argent
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Mourn The Light Take On A World Turned Upside Down in Forthright Debut LP
~Doomed & Stoned Debuts~
By Billy Goate
Album Art by Brouemaster Visual Decay
New England's MOURN THE LIGHT reminds me of what I really love about doom as a metal subgenre. Their style features honest, relatable lyrics coupled with menacing riffs and cut rhythms. You get it all on their new LP: 'Suffer, Then We're Gone' (2021).
Some will no doubt eschew the negativity inherent in such an outlook. I say there's freedom in seeing life for what it has become, instead of buying into the false hopes proffered through highly stylized commercials, religious lies, and the empty promises of politicians. Existence in itself is a wonder and we naturally should do everything we can to make the most of it, increase happiness, and avoid pain. That doesn't mean dulling the senses so that you feel nothing or narrowing the scope of your awareness so that misery is someone else's problem. There I go, preaching. Really, I'm just trying to digest the poignant lyricism of the Connecticut band's first full-length record.
Take the very first track, "When the Fear Subsides," which carries a horisont message that is nothing if not clear-headed:
We can't reach a common goal If we're always at each other's throats We can't avoid extinction of our dreams Without a true thirst for peace We won't ever rise again If we can't leave the past behind There has got to be change How have we been so blind
The whole song is a much-needed reality check for a people at war within. Social media, while such a powerful tool of connectivity and collective change, has somehow morphed into gigantic bubbles of reinforced delusion, with acerbic memes serving as a proxy for real life heart-to-heart conversations. The mix of acoustic and electric guitar carries the message so beautifully, calling to mind great songs of heavy metal's heyday.
The forthright songwriting continues in "I Bare the Scars" as frontman Andrew Stachelek laments mistakes made and the memory that burns so acutely long after the fact. In the isolation of pandemic lockdowns, I dare say that many of us have had to examine our lives (often on repeat), with each visit to the memory bank ending with an empty deposit of "If only..."
Nothing we say Takes the pain away And it hurts so much Where do we go What do we do When it hurts too much
Dwayne Eldredge and Kieran Beaty pull off strong guitarwork, with several emphatic breakaway passages that reinforce the sentiment of the words quite fittingly. The rhythm section of Bill Herrick and Kyle Hebner, on bass and drums respectively, gives the song heft and a sense of urgency, too.
As the album progresses, it's like a wide awake commentary on life -- not as we wish it, but as it in fact is. "Take Your Pain Away" begins by taking notice of something a lot of us have seen in an increasingly polarized, overly-politicized, and embittered society. "Yesterday you were so full of love, today you look like you've had enough." Is it possible to rediscover the meaning of being human and the joy of simple human relationships in the increasingly dystopian nightmare of the 21st century machine? Beneath the apparent cynicism, the band seems to hope so.
Photo by Patrick Hennessey
On Suffer, Then We're Gone, Mourn The Light call it like they see it and their album succeeds precisely because of such honesty. It's rare that I like an album for the words (most of the time, I can't understand them anyway, so I just accept the vocals for how they impact a song), but here the lyrics and music work together so powerfully because it's all so damned relatable. A real salve for the suffering.
The epic new album emerges on Argonauta Records this weekend (pre-order here), but Doomed & Stoned is pleased to give you this advanced listen right now as we present the world premiere.
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Mourn The Light was formed in early 2018 by Dwayne Eldredge, co-founder of The New England Stoner and Doom Festival. Driven by his passion for thunderous, traditional doom metal mixed with lofty progressive metal leanings, Dwayne was hell-bent on creating a band that could sonically push a message of hope in spite of despair.
Following on their highly acclaimed 2019 debut EP, touring the US and Canada including festival appearances at Stoner Jam 19 (during SXSW) or the second New England Stoner and Doom Festival, Mourn The Light returned to the studio to record their first album. 'Suffer, Then We're Gone' (2021) has a plethora of influences showcased, yet made all their own. At one moment, Mourn The Light delivers crushingly massive riffs, only to jump at the next turn, galloping along with shades of classic power metal taking hold and leading the way -- all the while focused on incredibly memorable songs, with catchy hooks and sing-along choruses.
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'Suffer, Then We're Gone' is the culmination of hard work and determination to create something meaningful and special to us.” Says guitarist Dwayne Eldredge. "We have grown as a band so much over the last couple years and we think it really shows in our latest work. We are a metal family working together on our heavy metal legacy and we are proud to be working with Gero and Argonauta Records. We can't wait to see what the future holds. Looking forward to getting out on the stage again soon...."
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George Redburn Young was born on November 6, 1946 in Glasgow.
Not a name that most of you will recognise, George may have lived in his two brothers shadows, they are Malcolm and Angus of AC/DC fame, George however should not be overlooked, he has been described as one of the most important names in Australian rock music history.
George was the fifth born son of William and Margaret Young, the family lived at 6 Skerryvore Road in the Cranhill district of Glasgow in 1963 and Scotland had just endured the 'big freeze', the worst winter on record in Scotland with snow eight feet deep and an advert came on the TV offering assisted travel for families for a different life in Australia, so off the family went in June that year, 15 of them in all, they even left two behind!
The family originally stayed in a immigration camp in big nissen huts near Sydney, it was there George met Dutch immigrant Harry Vanda, the two would go on to form the band The Easybeats and have a massive worldwide hit with Friday on my mind in 1967, the magazine Australian Musician magazine selected this meeting as the most significant event in Australian pop and rock music history.
The Easybeats were the first Australian band to have a big pop hit overseas – the significance of this must not be understated. They were the band that told the world they needed to pay attention to Australia, that little country that must have felt so inaccessible in a time where travel was onerous and computers were practically a pipe dream.
George wasn't just content on playing music, with his help, his wee brothers formed AC/DC, George would later recommend Bon Scott become their new vocalist after their original one left in 1974. With Vanda, Young produced Let There Be Rock, Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap, T.N.T., Powerage and High Voltage, five of the most influential rock'n'roll records of all time.
George also produced AC/DC's 2000 album, Stiff Upper Lip on his own. The band would later admit, "Without his help and guidance there would not have been an AC/DC."
George also wrote the worldwide hit Love Is in the Air for fellow Scot immigrant, John Paul Young, who was no relation. After retiring from the music industry in the late 1990s, Young resided mainly in Portugal with his family. He died of undisclosed causes on October 22, 2017, aged 70.
I've decided to post a song the featured the three Young brothers, Silver Shoes and Strawberry Wine ia beatiful song written by George and Harry Vanda, and is one of the first songs to display the talents of Malcolm, on guitar and Angus on vocals. The song is from Tales of Old Grand Daddy, the only album by the group The Marcus Hook Roll Band. Malcolm and Angus formed AC/DC afterwards, please listen, it is a really good tune.
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A day on the life of your favourite radio host
You woke up before your alarm did it’s job and then turned it off when it did. After putting on your shoes for home, stand up to open up the window and breath the smell of the beatiful flowers around the house. What a lovely morning! The sun was clear, there wasn’t any bird chirping and you could feel optimistic about today. But then again, when weren’t you a ball of sunshine with that bright smile on your face?
You could have greeted your neighborhood good morning, of course, but there was no one left to greet. The houses both at the sides of your own and in the front were empty, waiting for new owners, but it was so hard on the current economy and so funny for you in particular. How many people have sold their own children for one of those houses? Killed for them? Lied, stole? Oh, who knows! But it was entertaining to think about it as you dressed up.
You wear a white shirt you ironed yourself last night after cleaning it up; the closed vest matching the tone of your pants and your shoes, so pleasantly shiny and clean as if they were new. A wonderful way to start any day as you hummed your way down to the kitchen, preparing some toast and tea. You made a recount of your nocturnal activities and mental notes to keep track off for later. Thank goodness you had such a excelent memory, because the things you needed to remember were not things meant for writing on any common language. After cleaning up everything, you stepped outside and looked at your house with a inevitable sigh of nostalgia. It looked almost exactly the same as when your dear beloved mother was there, even the boarded up window of the attic. To think your own mother didn’t believe you when you said you threw the neighbor’s kid from there. It had been a perfectly honest accident. You just opened up for that small little boy to reach the wooden plane that had landed on your roof and then watched with amusement as he tried to balance out over the inclined surfice, only to finally slip out and meet his bitter end against the ground. You would have never harm a child, that is for sure. A man such as yourself might not have a lot of rules to live by, but that was certainly one of them. But watch them do reckless things without moving a finger to prevent it… well, that was another story, isn’t it? He couldn’t control gravity. And who was he to intervene betwen a boy and his new toy? You walked all the way to the radio station you were working, greeting everyone you knew and even some that didn't; they stared at you with such pathetic little admiration that was hard to resist to aknowledge it. Sat down on your chair, rolled up your sleeve and waited for the signal indicating you were ready to talk. “Good day, my lovely listeners! Isn’t a espectular day today? Our way of living maybe be crushing under our feet and the hope of ever returning to what is normal seems dimmer with every second we are breathing the poison that is our life, but don’t fret, your good friend radio host will always be here for you! Let’s take a look to the news of the day, shall we?” You grabbed on a newspaper an assistant had handed to you and unfolded it, taking care for not to do it over the microphone. “My, it seems like the rate of suicides is rising once again! It seems that everyone’s salary is not the only thing that is dropping, ha! Oh, and it seems so many kids are currently on the streets right now as their parents sold them for their own sake. Better take care of your garbage, listeners, or you might find one of them looking for their lunch as you are listening and then you will have to clean up that mess! Mmm, I guess you could throw away a couple of scraps for the little lads but, between you and me, my friend, do you really want to? But you all know how children are, and unfortunely their attempts can’t be avoided until are not able to keep looking anymore. It’s a sad, sad situation, indeedy, but that is why we must appreciate still the few delights we have left on this corrupted world, my friend. Like music! Let us hear some more about that lady that has everyone perking up their ears.” You flicked some buttons and put one one of the newest records on the station as you received a few calls on the meantime. Most of the calls were about people talking about their own sad situation. I had to sell the precious chinese porcelain of my grandmother, I lost all my money thanks to some thief, the bread is so expensive that my family is eating paper and blah blah blah Almost the exact same speech from yesterday, too boring to lose too much time on them, and instead concetrated on the people requesting for a new song or talking about their new misfortunes that your dear listeners haven’t heard of yet. Someone had to actually eat their pet dog and that got their entire family a food poisoning! Ha! Hilarious! You can make up this, folks! You continued the show until midday and you had to say goodbye for now to give place to the next host. You didn’t have to come back until a couple of hours so you had a chance to grab lunch on some of the few restaurants that remained open. There a lady asked you if you were who she thought you were and you said yes, inviting her to take a seat in front of you and engage on a conversation. There was no wedding ring or the usual bags under the eyes of a mother stressing about what to feed her children, so when the route went about talking for a date, you played along to please her by inviting her to come over your house so you could both have a home meal. She blushed and pretended like it was a hard choice. You played as well, convincing her that it would be fine, just a perfectly decent, not at all attention worthy dinner between a pair of new friends, nothing else to see. After a little of back and forth, she finally promised to be there and stood up to continue with her chores. You made another mental note and kept enjoying your food, that you were almost sure it was actually a cat caught on an alley, but at least tasted good. Back to work, you put music, told a few easy jokes that your mother was so fond of and had a little talk with a carpenter who had his entire business burning just last week, a fire in which all his family died during their sleep. It was highly amusing to ask him about if he still dreamt about their faces so peacefully in the night, as if they were sleeping, but knowing they were never going to wake up again and he was, quite frankly, at least somewhat responsable.
Of course with enough jokes that the carpenter just sniffed a little bit and was able to contain from crying until the microphone was off. Then the night came and you had to say goodbye until tomorrow. And they better wished them luck, dear listeners, because he was going to have a date tonight with some lovely lady! You returned back home with your usual high spirit, humming the most popular song today, and prepared everything for the big event. When your new friend appeared, the dinner was already done and ready to be served. Some delicious deer meat that he bought from some local hunters that before were just doing it for the hobby, but now they practically only survived on their meat, whenever they could find it. Unfortunately the population of aceptable prey had diminished so much since so many other people had similar ideas, so it was getting quite hard out there. Well, at least people were being more creative now! Didn’t you noticed some “feline grace” on your meal today? Ha! You were kidding of course. Not really. Anyway, as you both finished, you took her hand to accompany you into the basement, where you had your record player and they could listen to some nice music more comfortable. Why do you have a record player on the basement, she aks? Why, it was initially just not to bother your sweet mother since she prefered a silent environment to read her books, but even after her death, it became just a habit to keep it there. Yes, it is smells terrible, you know, you assured her as you secure the grip on her wrist and closetd the door with a key only you had. It was dark, you know, and you were aware the smell was so intense that was going to make your darling guest to puke on her beautiful dress. What is that smell? Oh, nothing extraodinary, just the stench of rotting corpses you had yet to get rid of. Oh, what a enjoyable moment of silence was that. Did she thought you were joking? Did she assume you meant anything else but exactly what you said? On the darker stairs you could see her face changing, the beautiful and slow metamorphosis from a pleasant but confused smile to an actual realization that you were not joking, not at all, and your smile wasn’t because you were laughing at her incredulity but rather, at her whole life. By the time she turned her head to the door, you had already pulled her down stair and kicked her knees out so she would stumble the rest of the way and crash her head against the concret cube you had precisely for those situation. Ah, it was almost magical when their fall was just right and their lives ended with a clear and satisfying crack. The truly fun part is when they didn’t die right away, just knocked out for the time being, with some unimportant brain damage nobody cared about; then you had the chance to help them stay alive a little longer… and they'd regret the fall didn’t kill them. You were so excited when you discovered she was still breathing despite the blood and the weird shape her head had adquired. So you hummed happily as you dragged to the center of your hard learned symbols and grabbed some of the ritual knifes all over the wall. When you were done with her, you cut out some of her bodyparts and put it on a bag, but it didn’t seem heavy enough and added some other parts of the other guests you had the past week. They weren’t actually rotting, of course. You kinda exagerated it just for the shits and giggles, but you had to start getting rid of them again. They were so much useful outside on the garden, feeding the flowers that you were proud to keep alive, colorful and beautiful against an ugly reality. As usual, once the bag was sufficiently heavy enough, all that was left was put in a suitcase and carried to your car; it was to be buried under the same tree where the powers you were so devoted to would have their feast. They were so glotonous those rascals, but it was a small price to pay for all the things you were promised long ago. Even if the time you were going to receive those rewards wasn't exactly clear, and even if it was a tiny bit frustrating, you didn't mind. The show must go on, as they say! The job was entertaining per se and you wouldn’t have minded to continue doing it for as long as necesary. Besides, it’s not like you could actually do anything even if you did had a problem. Which you don’t, for sure, so who cares? When you came back on the morning, you were surprised to see some people coming and going the house on your left, not just as sometimes curious youngsters would do, but carrying stuff from one place to another and not minding seeing enter your home, a bright disposition on your face despite still needing a shower. New neighbors, finally! How long was it since you took out the last one? Not that long, that you could remember. Oh, you so hope they were fun people. Or miserable ones, which was almost the same thing as far you were concerned. The last thing you needed in your neighborhood was boredom.
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Wasteland, Baby! As told by yours truly.
Nina Cried Power: Respect those who came before, especially black artists, and get up off ya ass and fight back!
Almost (Sweet Music): Long time on tour and Hozier's baby is like and old love (Almost)
Movement: You can't dance but shit son that ain't gonna stop you when you listen to this one!
No Plan: The world is ending let's dance and sing while it burns. Entropy is inevitable but also Beatiful.
Nobody: "Gay Rights!" Says local Bog Man, I might be across the world but you never truly Leave. Your love is better than gold and dodgy Molly.
To Noise Making (Sing): Who cares what your saying, say it loud and say it proud! Also the beginning of the Theme of repetition in the album to really hammer it home.
As It Was: The base line pulled out my Spine. Beautiful strings and The Otherness sound great. Ominous and dark, like the great reaching darkness of space. But your love remains unmoved. As the Shame.
Shrike: I didn't know what I had till it was gone: Bird Edition. Beautiful lyrics but Bog Man needs pronunciation!!
Talk: Oh that sweet sweet molasis, slow strut base line. Greek Legends. Imagine being loved by me. Talking refined to not give away how I'm imagining you. (I LOVE THIS ONE)
Be: More strong baseline and repetition of the Theme in the chorus. This time Be Yourself. It's all going to hell, Heaven is shut, Atalas is acting the maggot (messing about), Lovecraftain birds singing at the end. Despite it, in spite of the end, BE. Be as you've always been! BE. Also FUCK TRUMP.
Dinner and Diatribes: Fuck your friends, fuck this bar and most of all fuck me, Please. Hozier said "Pegging Rights!"
Would That I: Nostalgia: The Song. Hozier loves screaming and drums today. FUCK the past let's blaze all night. Small strings and big lyrics.
Sunlight: Oh I cried at this one. This is the true pagan anthem honestly. A worshipping moth to your sunlight. Love and it's decisive pain. This is a prayer honestly. Also Iccarus who?
Wasteland, Baby!: Softest song on the album. Sweet melodies and sweeter voice. A song to sing to your loved ones to tuck them into bed. Unphased by the end, as long as you have your Wasteland Baby. A deep love, quaking, shaking, love that is sung from the deepest parts. Nothing could change you. "That's it" is a heart ripping ending to a glorious album.
I love this Wasteland, Baby!
#andrew hozier byrne#hozier#wasteland baby#wasteland#nina cried power#shrike#Be#Talk#politics#As It Was#Movement#No Plan#To Noise Making (Sing)#almost (sweet music)#dinners and diatribes#Would that I#Sunlight
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tag meme
i was tagged by @itsme-imhere thanks for this :))
rules: bold everything that applies to you and tag five people you’d like to get to know better.
appearance:
i’m over 5’5” (I’m 5′7″, close to 5′8″ - this sistem is so confusing) // i wear glasses or contacts (i should but i haven’t done the exams yet) // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing (actually it deppends on my mood, I enjoy both but lately I’ve been a fan of more tight clothing - and less too, is so freaking hot in this freaking country) // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces (four years of pain, three years of freedom) // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear makeup // i don’t often smile (I’m more serious when needed, in public, when I’m concentrated, but if I have a good relashionship wuth you I’ll be a less serious goof) // i am pleased with how i look (uhh, it deppends) // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards (my hair is curly - I’m black with native and a bit of european descendence -, I usually use black power - i don’t know is the term is right, but that’s how we say it in Brasil, so no)
hobbies & talents
i play a sport (like, any sport, i love sports, and i should go back into playing soccer) // i can play an instrument (accustic guitar) // i am artistic (art in general, photography, literature, music) // i know more than one language (brazilian portuguese is my first language, english can be considered my second, I can understand a lot of spanish and italian, and I'm into french and latim latetly) // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition (school competitons, a medal on Muay Thai and i’ve graduated multiple times in Capoeira) // i can cook or bake without a recipe (not a lot of foods, but enough) // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to t.v shows (yes, but my main focus is the story telling, so it’ll depend on it) // i can execute a perfect somersault (thanks to, mainly, Muay Thai) // i enjoy singing (wich does not mean that i can sing well) // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year (well, I’m nearly finishing the third book out of seven - it is Sherlock Holmes) // i enjoy spending time with friends (surprisingly, specially to me, i do have friends, and a lot of them live in a different state so we’ve been playing and sending love to each other on a weekly basis) // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand (I’ve been out of physical practice but yes)
relationships
i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year (...my entire life) // i have a crush (... I don’t think so) // i have a best friend i have known for ten years (we’re not friends anymore :/) // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me (happened once, but I did not know how to react and was confused, so I’ve rejected him) // i have had a long-distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends (pretty neat and awesome advice if you ask me) // i have made an online friend (oh, multiple idiots that i love) // i met up with someone i have met online (I will)
aesthetic
i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sunrise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside (I can’t stay long without being out, in touch with nature, it balances me) // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach (I never have been in one) // i know what snow tastes like (I live in a tropical country and never left my state, so, saddly, no) // i listen to music to fall asleep (rarelly) // i enjoy thunderstorms (I don’t enjoy them that much, it is kinda scary, but beatiful to watch) // i enjoy cloud watching (I wish that I could do so more frequently, but I live in a place without big, open spaces) // i have attended a bonfire (once, for Festa Junina, aka São João, the BEST date, the absolute best party ever) // i pay close attention to colors (I’ve never thought about it) // i find mystery in the ocean (I’ll only get close to large bodys of water when I finally learn how to swim) // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season (I prefer winter)
misc.
i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle (not a freaking chance) // i am the mom friend (yep, that’s me, the only one with a rational brain that can tell stupid shit will finish in bad situations and overcare) // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies (nem sei o que é) // i am involved in extracurricular activities (if the activities I propose to myself count, then yes, I quite enjoy learning new things and developing projects alone) // i enjoy mexican food (I have never had mexican food before) // i can drive a stick-shift (I haven’t started to studie to get my license yet, but I believe so) // i believe in true love (I think I do, yes, at least) // i make up scenarios to fall asleep (oh please, I make up scenarios in any situation, I’m an anxious overthinker that porbably has adhd) // i sing in the shower (I can’t shower without music, even if I’m not listening to the song, I’ll sing one that reflects my feelings or that is in my head) // i wish i lived in a video game (nah, I’m good here) // i have a canopy above my bed (not yet, but I plan doing) // i am multiracial (I guess I can say so, I’m not very educated on racial descendence and bellonging matters) // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs (I only had a dog, that died when I was very young, maybe before my five years of life :/ I really want to adopt one now) // i have a cat (I’ve had like, at least seven cats at this point. In the moment I have one black cat, pretty petty, his name is Fumaça - it’s a refference t an old cartoon that my godmother used to watch as a kid)
tagging @its-really-all-about-perspective @bettylove @gayzor-el-primary
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Scorpion Season 1
I have watched Scorpion several times and thought I would post about each episode, favourite moments, quotes, thoughts questions I have!
This will be heavily quintis based as I love their relationship ❤
Not done this before so here goes.........
1.01 - one of the best pilot episodes I've seen was hooked from the start. Loved seeing the relationships from the beginning Happy and Toby had chemistry from the start
Sneaky cameo from the real Walter o'Brian, caring Paige, OCD Sylvester, Cocky Toby, Insensitive Walter and Snarky Happy
Question: is that how Eddie runs or does he run like that as Toby always makes me laugh?
Favourite scene - server scene with Happy and Toby it showed Toby's unique profiling skills
Favourite quote Happy " I hate you" Toby "no you dont"
1.02 - start to see the characters back stories Toby with his gambling, Walter and Megan, Happy being abandoned and remembering it and Cabe and the loss of his daughter
Happy seemed jealous of Toby keeping current with his ex fiancee
Toby bites his nails when he is nervous or worried you see it for the first time in this episode
Favourite scene - happy and toby in the truck talking about love
You see Happy sharing personal details with Toby starting to show the depth of their friendship
Favorite quote - Toby "Earl knows his way around a hoagie"
I love that Sly gives his pay cheque away money isn't everything
Loved meeting Megan bought out a softer side of Walter
Wished Toby was at the BBQ instead of gambling think he realised it was ok to move on from Amy
1.03 - meeting Merrick for the first time who doesn't like Scorpion
Happy assaulting a Marine is hilarious
Happy feeling up Toby to take money is a good insight into their future
Happy and Toby reading together is so cute
Favourite quote - "be determined to have a great day and you will"
"Mensa please there are pornstars in mensa"
Favourite scene - end scene Scorpion is a family like a Cyclone
1.04 - Walters interpersonal skills in this episode are seriously lacking from how he speaks to Toby to his flippant dismissal of the card dealer
The way Walter speaks to Toby is out of line gambling is a risk one Walter wanted Toby to take how is it his fault he lost the money. Walter said some hurtful things to Toby it must of hurt to hear them from his supposed best friend
First sign of Toby's attraction to Happy when he makes a comment about having worse views when following her in the vents
Favourite scene - Happy and Toby zip lining to the casino showed happy's skills she made it look so easy and the start of Tony saying 'oh my........'
Favourite quote - "I'm like a blind man at a peep show what's the point"
1.05 - I love this episode get to be introduced to Mark Collins and see Happy truly angry and Toby starting to understand how to help her
Favourite quote- "if this nuclear powerplant doesn't melt down the team might"
Favourite scene- the end scene with the look between Toby and Happy
To me this episode is the starting point of Quintis from the note passed between them to Toby defending Happy to Collins to 'that look' between them at the end. I think that look is when Happy starts thinking of Toby as other than a friend
Question - do you think Happy kept the note? I like to think she has a keepsake section of a toolbox and things like the note goes in there
1.06 - I like how this episode switches between the physic evaluations and the story. It shows how the team all rely on Walter and how much respect they have for him
I feel like Walter uses his lack of emotions as an excuse for his actions
Quick cameo from Hetty from ncis - the dress on Paige looked amazing
This episode also sees the start of Tony's obsession with Happy dressing up
First introduced to super fun guy Sly's love for the action hero is a great character arc
Favourite quote-"you cant make an omelette without breaking a few eggs" or "just starting to see the scope of what's to be done"
Favourite scene-Toby getting crushed by wine bottles gets me everytime
1.07 - The team meets Drew, Ralph's dad the first of several interlopers into the team
Toby's keen perception skills pick up Happys feelings on not knowing her dad. Happy shreds Toby's finding but obviously regrets it and puts it back together
Seeing how much the guys care about Ralph and the impact of Drew coming back is really sweet
Favourite scene- Toby listening to 'Brandy' and singing in the car. Downloaded this song myself love that this show opened my eyes to new music
Favourite quote- "I'm gonna slap it like ot owes me money" or "I'm so turned on" or "serious as a pink freen and dont call me Shirly, BAM that's how you do it Cabe"
1.08 - why does Toby seem so excited to go into a crime scene?
Toby working up the courage to ask out Happy is a very 'normal' fear it puts him out of his comfort zone
Toby in a suit looking fit!
Question - how do you think Happys date went? I like to think she calls Toby after as it went so bad that they meet and go for pie or something
Favourite scene- Paige singing Kat has a really beautiful voice
Favourite quote- Paige"so him jumping the fence" Toby "he's meditating"
1.09 - this episode gives you a back story to Cabes character and his strong family values
Walter has a surprising EQ moment giving cabe the letters Rebecca wrote
Favourite scene- there wasn't one scene in this episode that stood out for me but Robert Patrick's acting definitely was the best of the episode
Favourite quote- "dear lord thank you for this gift"
Walter seems alot more in tune with his emotions and understanding other his relationship with cabe grew during this episode
1.10- probably my favourite episode of season 2
Loved seeing Megan and Sly interact and there friendship develop
Happy must be starting to feel safe around Toby to fall asleep on his shoulder and let her guard down
Walter doesn't know how to process peoples emotions of grief
The end Happy and Toby scene shows Happy needs time and in her way asks Toby not to give up
Favourite quote- ' I'm Happy' ' and I'm dying but you don't see me telling everyone'
Favourite scene- Happy and Toby on the rocks where Toby is sorting Happy's ankle. Toby is being truthful about his feeling and Happy is not sure how to react so they default to there defense mechanisms of wise cracks and putting up a shield
1.11 - I hate to love this episode any episode where Sly is hurt shouldn't be such a good episode but seeing how each member of the team deal with his injuries gives a real insight to their characters
I would of really of liked to see Toby tending to Sly at the scene he always deals with these emergency situations well
Love Megan...... just saying
I like how Toby walks to Happys truck like being by her possessions soothes him
In so many episodes Toby supports Happy and provides comfort in his own way but on this episode Happy is there for Toby when he is struggling to process the events
More scenes with Toby in his underwear please 🔥
Favourite quote- 'I'm taking a minute' ' we dont have a minute' 'I'm taking one any way'
Favourite scene- the end scene where the team are reading comics around Sly bed
1.12 - there are not many episodes where I actually like Walter but this is one of them what he does to save the boy is amazing and shows he doed have feelings
One of the few if only episide I dont like Sly when a kids life is at risk his insecurities should take 2nd place
Love Christmas episodes even with Black sabbath
Does anyone notice Toby putting his hand on Happy's shoulder in the cave to comfort her
Happy always listens to Toby may not seem it at the time but you later find out she has like going to see her father
I wonder if Toby and Happy spend Christmas day together I would like to think they meet and grab a meal at Kavalskis or have a take away
Toby watching Happy leave the hotel room he knows exactly where she is going I often eat h the background scenes more then the main ones
Favourite quote- ' I watch you work sometimes' 'thank you for making this creepy'
Favourite scene- Ralphs present and where Paige gives out her Christmas ornament gifts so many funny quips
1.13 - 1 step forward 2 steps back with Walter this episode shows his naivety with Ralph
Happys face when Toby said he was going to use the van as a make out hut with a lucky lady is it a jealous face or a will that lucky lady be me face??
I love seeing behaviourist Toby just as much as the daft funny one
El Gaupo loves this Sly is hilarious
Favourite quote- 'your no good with your hands, your a spiller'
'I'm rocking so much adrenaline right now my blood is basically redbull'
Favourite scene- this is actually a deleted scene from the dvd out takes happy teaching tobyvto break into a safe and Toby showing her digital surgery shows them wanting to understand each other more
1.14 - love how the genius cannot fathom the text message could be a genuine love messsge
Another jealous moment from Happy the look on her face when Toby ask if the lady owns a catsuit very amusing
Walter looks so uncomfortable talking to Fatima even with Paige in his ear he is clueless
Toby and Happy both looking like they have made an effort in their looks in this episode perhaps for each other??
Question anyone notice how Happy and Toby always stand next to each other or offer yo work together??
Favourite quote- 'did they rush Mozart when he wrote a sonet'
Favourite scene- happy scaling the building 'because she's Happy freaking Quinn'
1.15 - Walter has very selfish view on Ralph potentially moving to Portland he thinks he is the only one who can help Ralph
Toby's skills shine in this episode his facial expressions are hilarious but he manages to stay serious to deal with the situation
Favourite scene- another episode I dont really have a favourite scene it's an ok episode not much Quintis storyline
Favourite quote- 'it's cold hard metal yet so delicate and beatiful' - anyone else thinks Toby is talking about Happy not what she has made
'Andrew' 'its drew actually' 'and Drew is short for what exactly Michael'
1.16- this is a turning point episode for quintis Happy realises Toby is truly interested in exploring something more with her and Toby realises Happy values their friendship and just needs time....... like half a day till the end of the episode lol
Love Paige's outfit would love to be able to pull that off
Favourite quote- 'love can be misspelled and messy it just needs to be given a chance'
Favourite scene- the almost kiss obviously- Happy finally letting her guard down reaching out to hold Toby's hand and almost kissing
I like to think Happy and Toby went out for drinks after - not a date but maybe to talk or Toby to talk and Happy to sit stoically
1.17 - the is a lovely Melvester episode it really shows the love develping between them and the last scene dancing us lovely
I find Walter particularly arrogant in this episode wanting to prove something
Toby's eyes following Happy as she walks up the plane small looks and actions between them hint at a developing relationship
Anyone notice how close Happy stands to Toby when he is sat on the counter they are definitely touching she may even be leaning on him
Toby is so worried about Happy he literally stands by the door waiting for her to come back
Favourite quote- 'a very embarrassed person I just got kidnapped by 4th grader'
'I'm dangling a human being by a bed sheet that is my status'
Favourite scene- where the team are waiting to see if the kid does runner everyone doubting Toby and his skills only to be proven he was right and profiled the kid accurately
I'm actually changing my mind the scene between Walter and Sly is really moving and shows how much they love each other
I always like to think what would happen with the characters after and between episodes at this point I think Happy and Toby would be spending alot of time together after the trips grabbing a beer and pizza getting to know each other away from scorpion
1.18 - an ok episode introduces ferret bueller the team pet
Happy's face when Toby stops the doctor from injecting Walter obviously likes tough Toby making a stand
Favourite quote- 'are we judging people on their past resumes as you were a departmental Santa to help pay for college'
Favourite scene- the kiss...... comes as a shock to us and Toby, he us clearly surprised doesn't know what to do with his hands. If you listen carefully you can hear toby hum in the kiss clearly enjoying it. Happy also doesn't want it spoiling by Toby's analysis hence telling him to shut up
1.19 - Toby leaves his hat behind doesn't want yo loose the present Happy bought him
Happy annoyed at Toby for trying to protect her she has been independent for so long having someone care enough to risk his life unsettles her and she doesn't know how to deal with it
First time Toby really admits how he feels even though he gets an extinguisher in his face Hapy knows what he is trying to say
Song at the end by the old 97's another great song not heard until watching this series
Favourite quote- I'm the gambling expert we be dating
Favourite scene- the last scene with Happy and Toby on the roof they dont even look where the paper plane goes they are going on a date!!
1.20 - oh dear poor Happy poor Toby what an idiot!
Toby being nervous is so cute but poor guy sleeping through his date bad move
I think that Happy wasn't quite in the right place to start dating Toby what he did was stupid but not unforgivable I think she wanted an excuse and she was too scared to get involved and risk getting hurt or risk their friendship and this gave her the perfect excuse to stop it before it went any further
Even when she is mad at him she still wants the closeness by standing next to him and he is the one assisting her on the bus
The fact Happy still calls him Doc 'her name for him' shows she still cares her anger is a defense mechanism because she finally opened herself up and she got hurt something she didnt think Toby would ever do even though it wast intentional
Favourite scene - Toby talking to happy in the bus opening up about his past and his insecurities
Favourite quote- probability theroy dictates you cannot predict the future with absolute certainty but this is an exception there is zero chance she will accept your appology
1.21 - not overly keen on this episode Walter was extreme in his reaction to Cabes secret especially considering his big secret!
Happy is still annoyed at Toby yet she walks over and keeps standing close to him when in the garage
Anyone notice how their actions start to mimic each other - both standing hands in Jean pockets it's like they are in sync with each other
Favourite scene- watching this episode makes me realise there is no favourite scene but it is a great backstory to the next episode
Favourite quote- 'lying billionaire says what'
1.22 - poor Walter doesn't deal with abandonment or trust issues very well
Toby is amazing saving Walter's life without actually touching him
Happy offering for Toby to come babysit with her, she's thawing towards Toby friendship is getting back on track
Favourite quote- 'that dont have the brain power of me with a hangover and him when hes sleeping'
Favourite scene- I love this whole episode keeps you gripped to the edge of your seat
Recap on Season 1
Favourite Episode - there are several which make my top episodes the episode in Bosnia, Love Boat but I think 1.19 is my favourite high action surrounded by fire with so.e lovely Quintis moments
Favorite Scene - Quintis first kiss a moment which had been building fir several episodes
A great first season building all the characters back stories this is my best season for Paige she is still genuine I feel as seasons go on she looses who she was.
I love the Megan and Sky story 2 damaged persons one physically one emotionally finding love
Walter I cant gel with the character I know he is the leas but I find him condensing and arrogant (I'm sorry not a popular opinion I'm sure)
Quintis- this season is all about building their backstory to their relationship they are both emotionally damaged by their pasts. They start as work colleagues and friends, grow to best friends who learn to share and rely on each other and stronger feelings develop.
Toby realises his feelings first and is more open and honest about them, Happy is slower on the uptake and reluctant to be a thing more then friends as she doesn't want to risk what they have. Eventually she gives in to her feelings that kiss and arrange a date. Things dont go well and she quickly retreats back to Angry Happy. After such a close ckmall with Walter I think she realises life is too short and seemingly forgives Toby asking him to babysit with her..... what happens then is left to our imaginations - I like to think they go back to the garage Toby needs someone with him that night to prevent him gambling and Happy knows this. He struggles saving his best friends life not being able to physically help. I think they talk like old friends Toby doesn't push it as he knows the time isnt quite right and they have a night if beer, pizza and chat
Let's see what Season 2 brings .............
#toby curtis#happy x toby#team scorpion#scorpionedit#toby x happy#eddie kaye thomas#jadyn wong#cbs scorpion#SaveScorpion#happy quinn#quintis
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The Paramour Offer, chapter 2
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The villagers were especially nice the next morning, layering on the compliments and pleasantries to make up for the past day's transgressions. Even the surly teen came up to the queen to quietly apologize, which Kenny graciously accepted, impressively hiding all the bitterness in her voice. After one last glance over by the healer, the two bid their goodbyes, with Kenny promising to bring up the issues of bugbears to Eric when she returned to Kupa Keep.
Stan purposely avoided being alone with Kenny until they rode out of the village.
The queen trotted her horse beside Stan's. He tried to steer his month away, but she persisted, following until Stan found himself stuck between her and the treeline.
"About what happened..." She chewed her lip when she finally had Stan pinned.
"Nothing happened." Stan didn't look at her.
The queen sighed. "Stan, I..." She shook her head. "Just know, my offer remains open to you."
They didn't talk again until they came to Kupa Keep. Outside the city, the king's paladin met them to escort them to the court. Kenny greeted him warmly, hugging Sir Leopold longer than Stan thought she ought to, or maybe he was just imagining things. After last night, Stan couldn't help but be scrupulous about all of her interactions.
When they arrived at the castle, both kings were there to greet them. Kenny slid off her horse and made a beeline to throw her arms around Kyle's shoulders, pressing herself against his side and cooing at him about how much she missed him and how hard being apart from him was for her.
Lair, Stan thought as he dismounted.
The Wizard King gagged. "Kenny, can you stop hanging from him like a slutty shawl?"
Kyle wrapped his arm around her waist with a glare. "I'll ask you don't call my wife such things." He kissed her on the mouth, and Stan felt his stomach twist.
This couldn't all be an act. No, Kyle had to love Kenny and her alone. He was her husband!
"How about I call your guard a chew toy instead? Your crow’s letter said something about a bugbear?" The Wizard King gestured to Stan.
Stan had been keeping most of his weight off his bad leg. It was healed well enough but still hurt just a little. When the Wizard King acknowledged him, he purposely distributed his weight evenly across both legs, hiding a wince.
"Stan was very brave!" Kenny snapped. "He wouldn't have gotten hurt if someone had kept a better eye on the bugbear population of the forest. You have to send a party out to either talk with the most powerful bugbear so it can keep it's ilk inline or go clear the forest of them. Don't you remember your own job without me here, Eric?"
The Wizard King rolled his eyes. "Backless than an hour and you're jumping down my throat, like always." He waved a hand at Kyle. "You two really are perfect for each other. A perfect pain in my ass."
Kyle smirked, holding her tighter to his side. Stan wanted to throw up, both from the dull pain in his leg and from the fake shows of affection. Was this why they were together still? To spite The Wizard King?
"But not as perfect as Craig and Tweek. Where are they? I need to hear the whole story of how they got together! Who asked whom and how it happened and..." She went on, stepping away from Kyle to follow the Wizard King towards the castle door. As per normal with the Human royalty, the insults were soon forgotten, or at least stored away for later revenge fodder, and the two were chatting like good friends.
Kyle waited a moment so he could talk beside Stan instead of following his wife.
"So, a bugbear? How'd that go?"
"Given I'm going to have a scar on my leg from rudimentary healing magic? Could have been better." Stan replied, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Do you want to see the medic in the castle? I don't know how much he can do for the scar at this point, but at least you wouldn't have to limp around — unless you want Jimmy to make jokes about offering you his crutches."
Kyle laughed and Stan couldn't look at his best friend's face.
He wanted to pull Kyle aside and demand to know if what Kenny claimed was true, but didn't dare. Not in public like this. There would be a time and a place soon enough.
"I'll go sometime before we leave," Stan promised, though at that point he didn't care about a simple limp.
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With one arm looped around Kyle's, Kenny jabbered on and on to the betrothed men next to her. Stan sat across the table. He tried to focus on the music instead, but that didn't help improve his mood.
Jimmy performed tonight, singing jovial and upbeat songs about spring and true love.
True love is what Stan thought Kyle and Kenny had.
Stan risked a glance at Craig and Tweek. Unlike Kenny and Kyle, neither of them were hanging off the other. They held hands on the top of the table, but that was the extent of their physical contact.
"I wish you could have been there, your majesty," Tweek was saying, "you would have loved it."
"She would have joined the contest and cheated her way to victory with her perky assets," Craig corrected, and not in a joking manner.
"Craig, you never change." Kenny batted at his shoulder with her fingers.
"Oh, no, princess, I mean, queen." Leopold laughed. "Craig changed a bunch since he and Tweek got together. He's much nicer. That's what love does to you, you know. It changes you for the better."
Craig flipped Leopold off, and Tweek snickered into his hand.
"What would you know about true love." Craig snorted. "You can't even court that Northern Elf woman without getting tongue-tied like a fool."
"Leave Charlotte out of this!" Leopold demanded around a blush. His eyes darted around nervously before he continued in a whisper, "I'll talk to her when I'm ready to."
With an impish smile, Kenny started asking invasive questions about Leopold's personal life.
Stan looked down at the table, tracing the wood grain with his eyes. Since their marriage, had Kyle changed for the better because of Kenny? He wracked his brain and found that the answer came up as a no. Kyle was the same as always.
Or was he? If Kenny was to be believed, then he was an adulterer and a liar. He certainly hadn’t been that before his marriage.
The sharp sound of a lute string snapping tore Stan's attention from his thoughts.
Jimmy held up his instrument with a wince then shook his head.
"S-Sorry, folks, looks like my lute's done for the night," He apologized with a laugh. He leaned back and whispered to one of the backup musicians, who nodded at him. "So while I take this l-l-little lute lady away for some fresh strings, I leave you in the capable hands of the lovely Ms. Charlotte and her b-beau-beati...The lovely Ms. Charlotte and her also lovely harp." He bowed for a Northern Elf woman with a harp to take the stage.
Leopold let out a high pitch squeaking sound and hid his face in his hands like a little boy with a playground crush. This did not go unnoticed by Kenny, who began to tease him more relentlessly.
Stan smiled in spite of himself at Leopold's reaction. In an attempt to distract himself, he began to listen to the conversation farther up between the Wizard King and the palace medic about post-war trade amongst the people of the coasts.
As everyone finished up their final course before dessert was brought out, Stan noticed that Kyle quietly excuse himself and headed out. This was his chance to talk to him alone.
Stan slipped out of his seat. Keeping to the wall, he inconspicuously walked around to the exit he saw Kyle leave through.
He wandered down the empty hall, looking around for any sign of his king. Everyone, staff included, had moved into the banquet hall to listen to the performance or admire the return of their beautiful princess.
A snorting laugh came from a room up ahead. Stan stiffen. That was Kyle's laugh, no doubt. Stan knew it anywhere. He followed the sound to a door left a jar. Steeling himself for the awkward conversation he was about to have, he pushed open the door.
His crutches and lute beside him, Jimmy sat on a table with his hands inside Kyle's open robes, tugging at his shirt, and his lips pressed right under Kyle's ear, while Kyle had an arm bracing him up with his hand pressed against Jimmy's side.
Jimmy left a trail of kisses from his ear and down to his mouth. He pulled back, parting his smiling lips to speak when he caught sight of Stan staring at them over Kyle's shoulder.
"S-S-S-Son of a bitch!" Jimmy gasped, jerking his hands away from Kyle, with his ears red as beats. Kyle spun around to follow Jimmy's gaze.
His eyes went as wide as Stan's were. He straightened up, swallowing. "Oh, Stan, what are you doing here?"
"I needed to talk to you and--I can't believe you." Stan gestured to Jimmy with a glare. "You're married to a beautiful woman, and you're feeling up Jimmy of all people?"
Jimmy frowned. "What is that suppose to--"
Kyle put a hand over his mouth.
"Stan, we can talk about this later, alright? There is a good reason for all this. There really is." Kyle walked over. He rested a hand on Stan's shoulder and began to steer him out the door. Stan spun out of his grasp.
"No, we talk now," Stan snapped. "Kyle, I'm ashamed of you for doing this. Kenny told me you were with other people, but I didn't believe it. I didn't want to. She's your wife. You're supposed to love her."
"She told you?" Kyle asked. He took a breath. "Stan, listen to me, Kenny is amazing. She's great. The people adore her. I admire her, but I don't love her."
"Have you tried?" Stan demanded. He couldn't wrap his head around this. How could they both not love each other? How could anyone not love Kenny if given the chance?
Kyle's shoulders slumped. He glanced at Jimmy over his shoulder, who looked away to examine a crack in the stone wall.
"Stan, please, we can talk about this later, just...go back to the banquet. Please. I promise I'll explain. Just keep quiet about this until later."
Stan stared into his king's eyes, searching for a lie. He was not going to let Kyle get out of this and avoid answering him.
"I'll come by your room tonight," Stan stated flatly. "Have a good evening, your majesty." He sent Jimmy a cold glare over Kyle's shoulder before Kyle took a step to the side, intercepting it like a shield absorbing an arrow.
With a snort, Stan left Jimmy and Kyle to their own devices.
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Kyle did not look entirely pleased when he returned to the banquet hall. Kenny cocked an eyebrow as he took a seat. From his side at the head of the table, Eric turned towards Kyle, clearly about to make a snide comment.
Kenny moved quickly to wrap her arms around his neck and greet him warmly. "Welcome back, my dearest love! You missed quite an interesting story Leopold here was telling me about his training. I think you would find it very interesting, given the work you and Hiedi have been doing."
She hoped seeing Eric's lips raise up in a snarl before he went back to talking with Token would have been enough to improve Kyle's mood, but instead, it made him scowl.
He whispered in her ear. "You told Stan about me and Jimmy?"
Even with her years of training to keep a straight face, it was no trouble at all for her to keep her expression only mildly interested. She had a hunch Stan would go talk to Kyle the first chance he got.
Kenny stood, hauling Kyle back to his feet.
"Leopold, tomorrow, you must retell your story to my husband here, but I'm afraid I must bid you all good night for the evening." She pressed against his side, one hand snaking around to rest on his lower back. "We must bid you all a good night. Come on, love." To Craig and Tweek she added coyly, "Don't stay up too late, boys. Remember now, you have the whole honeymoon together."
Craig rolled his eyes as Tweek laughed, claiming they knew that and promised they wouldn't.
Kyle didn't protest when she half pulled him out of the banquet hall. They didn't speak until they returned to their quarters.
"You told Stan," Kyle accused the moment the door shut.
Kenny nodded. "Yes. I did." She ran her hand on the fabric draped along the walls. Eric had it put up to dampen any sounds that might come from her room when they were a little younger.
"Why?" He demanded. "He burst in on me and Jimmy in the servants quarters."
"Ha! You and Jimmy feeling all over each other in the servants quarters? You are one brave fucker, Broflovski." She cackled. "Do you know how many times I got caught back there with my skirts up? It's a terrible place to sneak around. Traffic's too high. I suggest the back corner of the garden. It's quiet and sometimes you can overhear Eric conspiring to betray someone."
Kenny grabbed the end of the curtain and spun around so it encircled her like a warm cocoon.
Kyle rolled his eyes. "Answer the question. Why?"
"Because I thought it would help me get him as mine." She spun back around. "He's such a good, loyal man. I thought if I told him the truth, that I wasn't attempting to do anything with him that you haven't done, then he would fall right into my arms."
"You were trying to seduce my guard?" Kyle's voice was sharp.
Kenny threw out the curtains in her hands to the side. "'Trying,' yes," She agreed. "He's so loyal to you that he rejected me, so, do me a favor when you see him next and tell him you don't give a fuck." She walked until she came to her old vanity then flopped down into the chair and began to rifle through the drawers.
"No."
Kenny looked up, brow furrowed.
"No? What's that supposed to mean? You don't need to say it like I did, but just give him the gist of it. If he knows you're alright about it, then he'll--"
"No, as in, I won't tell him. This is not 'alright'," Kyle stated firmly as he crossed his arms. "I forbid you to peruse him or him to pursue you."
Kenny's mouth gaped open. "What? Why?"
"Any other person in the castle that you think can keep a secret, fine, but not him," Kyle said. "Stanley Marshwalker is off limits to you."
Slamming the drawer shut, she turned in the chair and glared. He held her glare with one of his own. When it came to a battle of determination, the two were evenly matched and their battle could have gone on for the rest of the evening in silence had Kenny not spoken.
"That's not fair." She hissed. "I have held myself as your perfect little wife since we got married. I let you have relations with whomever the fuck you pleased, so why shouldn't I have any with whom I please?"
"I was with Jimmy long before we were forced into matrimony," Kyle reminded coldly.
"And Heidi? She came with me as part of my court," Kenny snapped, and Kyle fell silent. "See, it's not fair. I'm not even asking to be with more than one person. I just want the chance to have Stan. You can't deny me this. I've been faithful these past years and believe me, it hasn't been fun."
Kyle waved his hand. "Disguise yourself and get a prostitute then if you need cardinal company so badly."
She slapped her hands on the vanity table. "I don't just want physical company. I want to love someone, you curly-haired dolt!" Running her hand through her hair, she took a breath and asked as calmly as she could, "Why, exactly, are you so against me and Stan together?"
Kyle pressed his lips to a line for a moment. Then let out a long breath through his nose.
"Stan is sensitive. He hides it, but he is. You'll string him along, and when you get bored with him, leave him in the dust with a broken heart for someone else." Kyle gritted his teeth. "It is the typical behavior from someone of your background, isn't it?"
"My background? What the fuck does that mean?" She spat, standing up to march over to face him. He was taller than her, so she had to crane her neck to look him in the eyes.
"My background as a Human princess? As an Orc? What happened when I was under The Stick's control? What 'background' could possibly be so terrible?" She demanded to know. This was a test--and Kyle had better answer carefully.
"I was talking about your fickle mother and her decision to jump on the first Orc dick that offered and abandon her people," Kyle answered harshly, stepping forward to assert himself into her personal space.
Kenny flinched back as if she'd been slapped.
How dare he? HOW DARE HE!? After all that she had done for him, he reacts like this?! She let him keep Jimmy. She had no qualms with his pursuit of Heid--all the while she was left alone, pretending she was happy and deeply in love with a person who doesn't even look at her without a spell on.
And he had the balls to insult her mother?
Her magic flared in her hands. At this distance, it would take only one blast to send Kyle through a wall if she wanted. Blast Kyle, run away from the kingdom, find a little village far away, start a new life and never think about all this bullshit ever again. Never have anyone question her loyalty to her kingdoms. Never have anyone insult her over her origins.
One blast is all it would take...
Kyle felt the magic in the air and braced himself, but Kenny unclenched her hands and hissed out a breath.
"I'll be going now, my love. I don't know if I'll come back." Venom dripped from the pet name. Shouldering past him, she stormed out of the room and down the hall.
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Stan paced back and forth in front of one of the castle's wells. The sun set an hour ago and the full moon took its place in the sky. He needed to go talk to Kyle, but he had to get all his thoughts sorted out first.
Did he tell Kyle that Kenny tried to seduce him? Did he want to know when Kyle's affair started? Did he--
A flash of light filled the air with a crackling sound from the practice fields behind the castle. Stan jumped, hand on his sword hilt already. He ran towards the light.
Was the castle under attack? Was it because of the wedding? Craig and Tweek were both powerful and influential in their respected circles, Craig being the kingdom's spymaster and Tweek an army general. Each of them must have had enemies to spare who would want to destroy their happiness!
Stan skidded to a stop, sword prone to attack, only to see the queen let loose an arrow from her bow. The arrow snuck into sack training dummy before bursting into flames. There was another dummy beside it already engulfed and four more lined up and ready.
A sigh of relief escaped Stan's lips. He sheathed his sword while calling out, "Your Majesty."
Kenny jumped, swinging her newly strung bow towards Stan. She didn't have her glamour on and the moonlight reflected off her teeth.
When her eyes fell on him, she relaxed for a moment, before she scowled.
"Queen Kenny, what are you doing out this late? And why the..." He waved to the training dummies.
She turned her attention back to the dummies. "Stan, surprisingly, you are not who I want to talk with right now. Go the fuck away."
Another dummy burst into flames.
Stan licked his lips. "Is that such a good idea? Fire spells when no one is around to help?"
The last few dummies were set ablaze in rapid secession. Kenny put her fingers to her mouth and whistled. A second later, a flock of ragged looking crows flew overhead, a bucket of water in each of their claws, that they dumped over each of the dummies to extinguish the flames. In turn, each crow dropped the bucket to the ground before settling in a nearby tree.
"This is not the first time I have done this," Kenny stated flatly. "All is well. Go away."
"All doesn't seem well to me." Stan reached out. "I, um, I tried to talk to Kyle, and saw him with Jimmy."
She barked a laugh. "Oh, yes, I heard about that! My dear, loving husband is very pissed off about it. It's not like you would tell, so I don't know what he is worried about." She took another arrow from the quiver on her back. "You're loyal to a fault."
Stan furrowed his brow. "No, I am not. You are married to Kyle. Even if we both want it, It's wrong for us to be together, and you know that." He hoped he sounded more firm in his voice than he actually felt. At this point, her offer looked just as appealing as she did.
"Oh, Stan, Stan, Stan," She chuckled. This time when the arrow hit, a burst of rainbow light wrapped around the dummy and squeezed so hard that the head popped off and rolled to the ground before disappearing in the bushes. The murder of crows let out a round of caws at the decapitation.
She wore a soft smile as she spoke. "Stan, this marriage isn't one Kyle or I wanted. I'm not trying to have an affair on him because I'm fickle and bored with him. If Kyle rejected Eric's offer of my hand, how would that look to the common people? We just ended a war and as far as the layman knows, Kyle had no reason not to accept."
"You two could have tried to love each other," Stan offered.
Kenny heaved a sigh and aimed. "I was willing to try. I was, but even if Kyle's love didn't already belong to another, I doubt he could have ever loved me. He hates that I was raised Human. He hates that I'm half-Orc. He hates how I look. He hates what I did when I had The Stick. He hates that I come from a family that left the Elven Kingdom in a state of disrepair. He could ignore all that for the sake of appearance and friendship, but never for l-love."
Her voice cracked and the arrow missed, landing in the dirt half way to the dummy. A few of the crows flew down to peck at the arrow.
She held her face in one hand while her shoulders shook. "I'm so foolish. A fine fucking fool. Since I can't die, this is punishment for all the bad I've done. It's not fair."
The bow clattered from her grip to the ground so she could hide her face with both hands. It hurt to see her like this, so upset and alone. It hurt too much for Stan to bear.
Ignoring the worry in his chest, he pulled her into a warm, comforting embrace. ~~~~~~
Kyle doubled over with his hands on his knees when he came up to Jimmy outside the castle walls. The moon painted their faces pale in its light.
"Please say you found her," He panted.
Jimmy shook his head. "Not h-hide nor hair."
"Fuck. We need to find her before the Wizard King finds out." Kyle ran his hand down his face, inwardly groaning at the thought. He and Kenny had been able to fool that oaf the last few years into thinking his plan backfired on him. He could not bear to see the gloating look on his face if he found out they fought.
"Have you checked that garden?" Kyle asked, straightening up. "She mentioned that this evening before our fight. Maybe she's there."
"I did, but I couldn't find her." Jimmy leaned all his weight onto one crutch. "First Stan, now this. Fate f-f-fucking us right up the ass today."
"It is," Kyle agreed. "I wish we'd brought Heidi with us."
"She would have sent a fireball at the Wizard King the moment he spoke to her," Jimmy pointed out.
"I meant that she can use tracking spells to find Kenny, but I don't see a problem with that as well," Kyle admitted. When it came to organizing and getting things done, Kyle couldn't say he ever met someone as efficient at such a task as Heidi and her drive to succeed. With her, they would have already found Kenny and had all of this settled and behind them.
If only she were here, he wouldn't have gotten so bored at the banquet that he snuck off. They were currently studying the effects of holy magic on the methods of spellcasting between Humans and Elves. Paladin Leopold would have been the perfect person to discuss that with.
Or, if only he had brought Jimmy with him when he confronted Kenny about it instead of hotheadedly letting Kenny drag him back to their room for the conversation. Jimmy could have defused the situation with ease before it escalated with his wit and humor.
Though, that was the problem, wasn't it? Kyle had been lucky enough to meet two people who kept his interest and brought out his best. Kenny didn't have even one person like that for herself.
According to the law, Kyle was supposed to be that person, but he just couldn't. She was too loud, too extroverted and personable and flirtatious. Knowing her origins certainly didn't help either. She was the daughter of a runaway queen that left all the Elven royalty fighting and backstabbing to claim the throne for their own. Her mother's actions caused a giant mess that took well into his own mother's reign to clean up.
Kyle could look past the being raised Human. He could forgive her action under the control of The Stick of Truth. He could even try to ignore how she looked without a glamour on. But never what her mother did.
How could he ever trust someone with that kind of lineage with his best friend's heart?
Kyle shook himself from his thoughts. "Jimmy, keep looking. I need to find her."
"Are you sure that's a g-good idea?" Jimmy questioned. "Sounds like what you said really upset her. Maybe you should leave her a-al-alone. So what if the Wizard King finds out you two had a spat? Lovers do that, you know."
"I won't let him have the satisfaction." He tapped his heel against the ground. The Human lands didn't team with the type of magic Kyle used, but it didn't take much for him to summon a root to lift him up from the ground to get a better view of the wide expanse of stables and training grounds behind the castle.
If anyone saw him and asked, he would claim he was trying to get a better look at the far off forest. Humans usually saw Elves as tree loving animists, anyway, so they'd believe him.
A flash of fire caught his eye. Magical fire. Kyle slid down the root and hopped to the ground. "Come on." He gestured for the root to lower before dragging Jimmy towards the light. ~~~~~~
Kenny leaned against Stan's side, her knees pulled to her chest with Stan's arm around her shoulder. Her quiver sat discarded near the tree while the crows gleefully playing with the arrows.
"He said that to you?" Stan squeezed her arm.
She nodded. "Yeah. I know Mom leaving the kingdom for my dad didn't end well for the Elves, but that's not my fault."
"We're not our parents," Stan agreed, "but Kyle is so much like his mother that I don't think he can see that easily."
"I met her twice, his mother, I mean, and that was more than enough," Kenny giggled, nuzzling up against him. She was warm, and Stan couldn't help but enjoyed the closeness. A sudden thought that it wouldn't take much to lean down and kiss her pushed to the front of his mind. He let it settle there a moment longer than he knew he ought to before dismissing it.
"She's not that bad. Her Majesty was like a second mother to me when I was growing up."
"And yet you still turned out a better man than Kyle," Kenny teased.
"I should tell on him," Stan mused. "His mother would chew his ear off."
"Oh, please do." Kenny covered her smile.
Stan stared at her expression, awestruck. She was lovely. How could Kyle hate that face? The Orcish features weren't that bad. They made her distinct, Stan thought.
She noticed him staring and smiled wide enough to expose all of her front teeth, sharpen canines included. Stan's ears turned pink, but he didn't try to hide them this time.
Readjusting herself, Kenny inched her face closer to his. She paused, giving Stan a chance to back away. He didn't want to, not anymore. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, their lips a breath away from each others'.
"You're--"
"Kenny!"
Stan jerked away, turning his attention to the newcomers, while Kenny cursed.
Kyle jogged into the training area. Sweat ran down his face, pasting his curls to his forehead. Jimmy followed him not long after. His face was red. Jimmy had to balance himself against the fence as he panted.
"There you are!" Kyle sighed. "I thought you might have run away."
Kenny snorted, crossing her arms over her knees. "Oh, like my mother?"
Kyle gritted his teeth. "Don't start that, Kenny."
Stan stood abruptly as all his anger boiled up at once. Kenny nearly fell without the support but caught herself. Fueled by righteous fury, Stan marched up to jab a finger into Kyle's chest.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" He demanded.
"Stan, this isn't your conversation. Go stand with Jimmy," Kyle ordered as he swiped Stan's finger down.
"It became mine when you decided to include me in it." Stan crossed his arms. "Now answer me. What the hell is wrong with you? How could you say something like that to her? Insulting her mother? As if your parents didn’t make fool hearted decisions before during their reign!"
From the fence, Jimmy said, "Stan, just st-stand down. It's best to let them sort this out thems-sel-selves."
Stan sent Jimmy a glare that made him turned his head away. They both knew this was Stan's battle now too, and Stanley Marshwalker never ran from a battle.
Kyle dragged his hand down his face. "I didn't want to say this, but you become useless when you're emotionally hurt. I can't risk that. You and she cannot be. Kenny will hurt you."
"Then you and he," Stan gestured to Jimmy, "cannot be. Or you and Heidi. They could both hurt you, and you make terrible choices when you’re angry." Kyle opened his mouth, but Stan continued, "You're not being fair. Not to Kenny for denying her this and not to me for keeping me, your best friend, in the dark."
"Did you really want to be involved in royal adulatory, Stan?" Kyle hissed. "Really? Do you want to forever be known at the paramour to the Half-Orc queen? That's how you would be remembered? What you did during the war will mean nothing to the future generations then."
"I..." His shoulders slumped and he took a step back, looking away. Kenny let out a quiet, disappointed sigh from behind him.
Kyle put a hand on his shoulder. "She can find someone else. With her glamour on, she's stunning. It'll be easy for her to catch anyone she wants."
Stan's head shot up. He shouldered off his best friend's hand. "She's stunning without it! Just look at her right now." He threw out his arm towards her. "She's the most beautiful creature I've seen come from this kingdom."
Kenny flushed, raising a hand to her teeth, before looking away with a grateful smile.
"And you know what?" Stan continued. "If I'm not remembered for my contribution to the war, fine! I'll be dead, so why should I care?" He pushed Kyle back. "If you can have a paramour, then so should she. At least with me, you know she isn't in danger or that I plan to use her to get to you."
Stan's hard, determined gaze met Kyle's and held it.
Anger painted Kyle's ears and cheeks as red as his hair. His lips rose in a snarl, and Stan braced himself for the wrath of the High Elf King when a hand fell on Kyle's forearm.
"Kyle, just let it go." Jimmy shook his head. "He had a p-point and you know it. It's not fair for you to have people who love you and for you to love, and she doesn't."
"But--" Kyle started.
"H-Hiedi would agree with me. She's said so before." Jimmy squeezed his arm. Kyle groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. His anger began to wane away from his face.
"She would," He agreed. "She has."
"That's, hmmm, four against one," Jimmy chirped. "By the power of democracy, you, my dear king, have to allow it."
Kyle laughed. He gazed at Jimmy so affectionately that Stan wasn't sure how he never made the connection that their relationship went far beyond platonic. Kenny walked up to stand beside Stan then. Stan caught her eye with a small smile. She returned it then bumped their shoulders together.
"I'm still against this," Kyle told Stan, "but there's no point arguing anymore, is there? Do what you want." He spun on his heels, rubbing circles into his temples. "I'm tired as hell."
Kenny glanced at Stan. "I think I'll stay here a little while longer." She said.
Kyle waved his hands nonchalantly. "Do what you want," He repeated.
Jimmy breathed a laugh. "I'll make sure he remembers to arrange some reason for you two to have time alone together. Might th-think of something one of you wants to learn from the other. The royal library back home is very private." He winked.
"You're the best, Jimmy." Stan held out his hand.
Jimmy shrugged, slapping Stan's palm with his own. "We man m-mistresses have to stick together."
Once Jimmy disappeared with Kyle, Kenny took a step away. She loosely crossed her arms over her stomach then took a long breath and let it out in a whistle. "So, did you mean that? Do you really want to be with me? That wasn't all just because you were mad at how Kyle treated me?"
Stan scratched the back of his head. "Well, I was mad at Kyle. Not just for being a dick to you. I was mad he didn't tell me anything about Hiedi and Jimmy. It just all came out, I guess."
"So, is that a no?" She tensed, ready for the rejection.
"No, it's a yes." Stan caressed her cheek. "I think it's wrong. I think your whole marriage is wrong, but, I know there isn't anything I can do about that."
"No, not really."
Stan stroked her cheek with his thumb before leaning forward. He hesitated just a moment to glance around one last time when Kenny grabbed his shirt and yanked him forward, smashing their lips together for a long wanted first kiss. ~~~~~~
Kenny sniffed, throwing her arms out. "Oh, the ceremony was beautiful! Your love vows were so sweet."
Tweek tugged at his shirt, blushing. "Craig's was better than mine. He's such a romantic."
"I took half of mine from old love poems." Craig squeezed Tweek's hand then kissed his hair. "Yours was from your heart alone."
"See, a romantic!" Tweek chuckled, bumping him with his hip.
Kenny set one hand on each of their shoulders. "Aaaaaaah! You two will make each other so happy!"
As Kenny gushed over the newlyweds, Stan took a step closer to Kyle.
"So, um, about last night," Stan whispered. "You're not too mad at me, are you?"
"I am mad, but I was outvoted. Not much I can do about it other than be mad." Kyle turned over the leaf of the potted plant to his left, his and Kenny's wedding gift: A tree blessed by the druids. It was to be planted outside the couple's home, as was tradition amongst Elven kind. It was not too unlike the one planted in the grove at the Elven castle for his own wedding.
"I can keep a secret," Stan assured, "and I can keep her happy."
Kyle lifted a shoulder. "I'm sure you can." He sighed, his expression softening from professional indifference to apologetic. "Don't worry about me. I'll get over it. She assures me she isn't going to string you along or hurt you. She's my wife, so I guess I have no choice but to trust her."
Stan elbowed him in the side, like when they were both still teenagers, and Kyle elbowed him back, leaving Stan assured that there was no deep ill-will between them over what happened. Kyle's anger would wane in time, Stan just had to wait it out.
~~~~~~
Even with the sun shining down, the weather was a little too cool for Kenny’s tastes. Summer was supposed to be horribly hot, not pleasent., and yet, somehow the many flowers of the garden still thrived. The foliage was thick and lush. The flowers filled the royal garden with a marriage of lovely scents with every gentle wind gust. The leaves overhead were so tightly packed that only the barest bit of the filtered light fell across the couple.
It was almost as private escape as the gardens at Kupa Keep and Kenny found she quite liked it, even without the opportunity to overhear a political betrayal.
Kenny snuggled back against Stan’s warm front. She held up a small yellow flower from the gathering of blooms and sprigs in her lap.
“What’s this?” She asked.
Turning his head to the side, Stan rested his cheek on the top of her head. He took one hand from around her shoulders to take the flower and spin it in his fingers.
“Um, it’s a...buavavercup?” He offered with uncertainty in his voice. Plant words were a new lesson to him, and he wasn’t having as easy of a time with them as he had with animal words.
Kenny nodded, not bothering to correct that he put the emphasis on the wrong syllable, and held up a plain, white daisy.
“That’s a daiukausan,” Stan replied quickly.
“This?” She held up a fragrant sprig of rosemary with some small blue blooms. This was a word she had taught him nearly a week ago and hadn’t brought up again, so she didn’t expect him to get it right.
Stan screwed up his face in thought, tapping against his other forearm with the hand he still had encircled around her shoulders. He uh-ed and um-ed for a moment then made a sound of realization.
“Rosemary is roo...ah..roa...roke...roukemarausan!” He rushed through the word, slurring half the letters together.
“Roukemarausan,” Kenny replied slowly, taking time to pronounce it as clearly as possible. “Alright, and this is a hard one.” She took a pale pink dahlia flower from the pile before setting the rest off to the empty bench seat beside them. “What is this? In Orcish?”
There was certainly no possible way Stan knew this one. Kenny only chose that one in case Stan got all the others correct so she could console him when he got it wrong with a kiss. He always perked right up with a stroke of the cheek and a kiss. It was adorable.
Stan chewed his lip. “Oh, a dahlia? You never told me that one. I don’t know the word.”
Kenny smirked, turning in his arms. Slipping the flower behind his ear, she kissed his lips quickly. “That was a trick question. There is no word for ‘dahlia’ in Orcish. We just call it what it’s called in common tongue.” Resting her arms across his shoulders, going in for another kiss. “You’re so clever.”
Someone cleared their throats, making the two jump.
“Sorry for interrupting,” Hiedi apologized, readjusting her wide brim hat with her free hand while the other held a large wicker basket. Kyle stood beside her, her fist to his mouth, instead he had been the one to scare them.
Kenny quickly recomposed herself, settling to sit forward, but recline comfortable back against Stan. Stan, himself, felt stiffen and unsure at being caught.
“It’s no trouble,” Kenny replied smoothly. “What brings you two love birds to the garden of dirty little secrets?”
“That’s not what it’s called.” Kyle rolled his eyes.
“It is now,” She teased, resting her head in the crock of Stan’s neck. “It’s a garden. It’s private, perfect for secret affairs, and there is dirt everywhere.”
Finally relaxing, Stan snorted a laugh into his hand. She made a note to thank him for indulging her little joke later when Kyle and Hiedi left.
Kyle opened his mouth to speak, but Hiedi put a hand to his chest and stepped forward. “We’re here for our project.” She held up her large basket which was nearly half filled with an assortment of flowers, leaves, and even full plants pulled up by the roots. “We need a particular set of plants to compare if the difference of healing magic used by Human warlocks of the coastal regions and those used by Northern, Elven warlocks is based in one using dry ingredients and one using fresh or if the difference stems from the fundamental difference in how Humans draw out magic to be used.”
Kenny nodded, but Stan furrowed his brow. Of them all, he was the only one of the four not to understand the interworkings of magic at all.
“I’ll explain it later if you want,” She whispered to him.
“I don’t know if I care that much.” He muttered back. Then he took a breath and asked, “Do you need help finding them?” Carefully disentangling Kenny from around him and his arms from around her, he got to his feet.
“We can manage—”
“Of course we could!” Hiedi hurried over to Stan. “Some of what we need are tree leaves, so you can reach up and get them for me. You rest here, your majesty. This won’t take too long. I promise.”
“Wait for me,” Kyle took a few steps, but Hiedi looked over her shoulder at him with a hard, pointed expression. He flinched back and looked away, not in a hurt or annoyed way, but in an embarrassed way, as if he’d been caught.
Stan raised an eyebrow but shrugged. He would probably ask Hiedi about it when they were out of earshot. When he returned, after Kyle and Hiedi left, she would badger him for more information.
After Hiedi and Stan wandered farther into the garden, Kyle and Kenny shared a few, tense, silent moments. She was still a little upset over Kyle’s actions the day before the wedding a month ago. Kyle knew it, and they had both taken great efforts to avoid being alone with each other. He hadn't even bothered to make an excuse to sleep in the royal library instead of their room anymore. Not that Kenny minded that much. Kyle sprawled on the bed and it pissed her off anyway.
Finally, Kyle heaved a sigh.
“So, you’re teaching Stan Orcish?” He asked, not looking at her.
“I am. He’s picking it up pretty fast. It’s quite a valuable language, honestly. You should learn it sometime.” She plucked the sprig of rosemary from the pile. “With another teacher other than me, of course. I’m a one pupil woman.”
Kyle took a shaking breath and ignored her antagonizing remark to reply, “You must be doing a good job. Stan looked like a puppy getting a treat for fetching a stick when you told him he was clever.” There was a slight condescending tone in his voice.
“Was that an insult?” She countered, snapping the sprig in half.
Kyle thought on it a moment. “No. that was an observation.”
Kenny hummed but didn’t reply. Instead, she attempted to weave her pile of flowers into a small messy crown. In all honesty, this was still going a little better than Kenny thought their first actual conversation would go. She would take icy silence overheated arguing this time.
Kyle ran his hand through his hair before carefully coming to stan in front of her. She looked up at him with disinterest.
“I...need to apologize.” His voice sounded forced and uncomfortable. “I should not have assumed your character like I did last month. It does seem that you and Stan could work. You do seem to make him happy.”
Kenny dropped her crown in surprise. Quickly gathering herself, she laughed. “Oh, if you had just judged my character, I wouldn’t have been mad. My own character has a history of...” she hummed, “let’s say insatiable physical desire, and a fairly poor...record of treachery. If that was all that you used to decide I was a detriment to Stan, then I would have let you have it.”
“You wouldn't have gone after him?” Kyle took a step back, eyebrows raised enough to hide behind his curly bangs.
“Oh, no, I would have, but I would have done so secretly behind your back.” She corrected, picking back up her crown. The different stems did not all weave together properly and some of the flowers had fallen away. She went on, “But when you insulted all that I had little or no control over, you pissed me off.”
Kyle crossed his arms. “Yes,” He breathed, “and that was wrong of me. Very wrong. I shouldn’t have done it. I just didn’t want Stan hurt.”
Kenny eyed him up and down a moment, considering what to say. She could needle him on if she wanted. He deserved to feel guilty for the insult, she thought, but even she was growing tired of these interpersonal politics.
“That doesn’t make what you said any less hurtful, but I forgive you.” Kenny patted to the seat next to her. Kyle smiled; His whole face filled with relief as he took the seat. The next few moments held no more talking that before, but this time the silence was a comfortable one.
When Hiedi returned, she came alone with a basket full of flowers and leaves.
“I think I got everything,” She held out the basket for Kyle to examine.
“Bayleaf? Hazelnut bark? Baby’s breath?” He asked, picking through the basket.
“All of it,” she replied, offering her free hand to help him stand. Setting his arm across her back to rest his hand on her hip, Kyle took her hat from her head. With the sizable difference in their heights, he had to bend his knees to plant a kiss on the top of her head before returning the hat. He reminded Kenny of a foal buckling his knees down to the grass to try and copy his mother. According to Stan, Kyle used to be quite the gangly teenager, and she was sure he would enjoy the mental image if she shared it with him.
“That should be all we need.” He told her.
“Where’s Stan?” Kenny asked with a frown, looking around Hiedi for him.
“He said he had to attend to something, but he would be back soon,” Hiedi replied, leaning against Kyle’s side. “We need to get going. These have to be organized and divide before we can start our testing.”
Kenny settled back with a nod. “Ah, alright, you two go ‘organize and divide’ to your heart's content, then.” She waved her hand for them to go.
Kyle attempted to pull Hiedi along with him, but she planted her self and sent him an inquiring look. With a heavy sigh, Kyle nodded to her.
“We talked it out. I apologize. She accepted. I learned my lesson. You can stop pestering me about it now..” He sounded like he’d rehearsed, but Heidi smiled and looked contented with his reply anyway. This time, she took the lead and was the one to drag him away after a farewell to her queen.
Kenny watched them disappear through the greenery. Hiedi and Jimmy were good matches for Kyle. It was a wonder his tempter and righteous nature hadn’t gotten him in more trouble before those two entered his life.
The rustling of bushes caused her to swing her head up.
Stan came walking back with his arms and face covered in scratches, leaves, and bramble caught on his clothing and hair, and a wide smile plastered across his lips.
“For you,” He announced, holding out a bundle of roses to her. “Roukeuk.” He proudly told her in Orcish, putting a little too much emphasis on the vowels. She blushed and took them anyway.
“They’re lovely! And you wounded yourself so greatly attempting to get them, I see.” She gestured to the cuts on his arm. Stan reached up and rubbed a scratch on his cheek with his wrist, but kept a grin on his face the whole time.
He did look like a puppy.
Crooking a finger for him to lean down, Kenny pushed herself forward to press a kiss to his lips. If Stan still had any regrets over their relationship, he didn't show it as he pulled her closer, pressing the roses between their chests.
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#Stenny#stick of truth#south park#stan marsh#kenny mccormick#kyle broflovski#Jimmy Valmer#Hiedi Turner#jyle#kydi#fanfiction#multi chapter#SOT
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In Which I Catch Up on Tag Games...
The lovely @brvceselina (she’s great, check out her blog) and @selinaakyle (also wonderful!) both tagged me in a couple of things, the first of which was to fill out the stuff below, so here’s that.
Name/Alias: Emily
Birthday: November 12th
Zodiac sign: Scorpio
Height: 5′4″/162 cm
Hobbies: Saying I’m going to go and read and then watching something while in bed with the book right next to me. Driving places. Talking with friends. Attempting to convince my parents to bring random people in to our house to live with us. EATING!
Favorite colors: Aquamarine
Last song listened to: “The Way I Loved You” by Taylor Swift
Last film watched: Endgame? I really think that was the last one.
Inspiration for muse: Nope
Meaning behind your url: My teen brain died watching the “New Earth” Doctor Who episode and I have not known peace since and I’m too set in my ways to ever change my URL.
Currently reading: SOOO many books. The current ones that have actually been opened recently have been The Traitor’s Kiss by Erin Beaty, Nocturna by Maya Montayne, and We Hunt the Flame by Hafsah Faizal. (All great and I would highly recommend them.)
Dream job: Doing forensic psychology research for the FBI focusing on gathering case studies from criminals to better develop programs to help at-risk youth
Top three ships: Please don’t ask me to do this. I’m always dying over Steggy and Anidala and right now Batcat has my soul. (But also Ironwing may be taking over soon…)
Lipstick or chapstick: This is even worse. I always have both on my person no matter what but I’d probably die without chapstick.
And I’m tagging @katielovesnyc13, @electricbluebutterflies, @smith-is-not-your-lawyer, and @dannyrand.
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