#leave my sis alone granny!

[snowsinterlude]

grow old, roses in gold.

(coriolanus snow x reader)

summary: coriolanus was the only one allowed to take care of you. the only one allowed to be by your side during your sick days. the only one you would always ask for. even at his death.

based on this ask

c.w: phases of coriolanus snow, fluff, drabble, sad, death, marriage, reader is sick.

when coriolanus snow first met you, he knew right away you were supposed to be his. he loved you at first sight, you knew he did, you could see it in the gleam of his eyes.

always doing his best not to show you his poor penthouse, covered in dust and smelling like cabbage soup. you were too pretty to be in such a disgraceful place like his house.

you were a doll next to him, his soft features were pretty but not as delicate as yours.

and so, he began to climb.

the victor.

the peacekeeper.

the president.

he did his best to get out of poverty- most of the nights you were his main focus, his mind always came back to you, to your face..to the touch of your lips on his under the mistletoe.

his liking to you kept the same even though he changed. he could live with all the power he held, but if you weren't by his side, then what would it be for?

with that in mind, you accepted his proposal, the big question, made under the hanging tree.

then, the honeymoon, who gifted you with your only daughter, a gift to you, a curse to him.

you fell sick after giving birth. fragility taking over, sickness being your 24/7 go-to, your body getting too slim for his liking.

still, you stayed alive. never allowing anyone to get near you- never letting anyone besides him next to you.

his hand on yours, your eyes closed shut as you slept so quietly.

you weren't aware of the rebellion. you weren't aware of the couple who won the hunger games. you didn't had a clue about all the traps your husband did.

his white hair would look so good on him when he was young, too. you could only dream of it.

god, if you knew about what was going on you would kill him, slap him and tell him not to go around threatening kids. you were the only one he allowed to do that. the only one he would listen to if you told him to end the hunger games and leave the district people alone.

but you never had much contact with the outside world after your 30s, when you fell into your sick state. you never knew if the games were still going on or not, and he never allowed the mais to speak to you. nor the doctors and nurses.

however, today was different.

"mrs. snow?" someone called. you didn't know her. but it's fine. you didn't want to know anyone.

"get out." you muttered immediatly. no one was allowed to see you in this state. she should've know that. "where is snow?"

"that's what i'm here for, i-"

"where. is my husband?" you hissed, like you were being drawned by your own despair.

"he's dead, miss." the girl said, and your mouth, held in agape, let out the sobbing screams as your heart was tear apart. the girl closed her eyes shut, the way you cried and sobbed and screamed was so sad, no one could tell it was because of your husband, the dictator. the president.

"what did you do to him!?" you asked, getting out of your bed for the first time, holding yourself on anything next to you. "who killed him!??"

the girl bit her bottom lip, looking away as you grabbed her shoulders.

then, another one appeared in front of your door. johanna.

"wow, who would know that old fuck did have a wife?" she scoffed, you looked at her angrily.

"it was you, wasn't it? you killed him! i-" you were about to jump on her. but it was already too much of a heartbreak to know he was dead and the fact you weren't on your bed now was terrible.

you died.

you died, without your husband by your side, without seeing your daughter, your grand daughter, your family. you didn't get to see anyone.

you were alone. he wasn't there anymore. all that was left was your heartbreak and your lifeless eyes staring back at johanna.

"fuck," she said, looking back at you "granny really seems sick huh?" she laughed.

that's how you died. a girl laughing at you, a heart throbbing searching for your lover, the ring on your ring finger shining, inside, his words to you, the ones he didn’t want you to forget.

"shall i die, my heart will still be yours even afterlife."

#young coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes #young president snow #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you

[iconicharry]

can you do a small blurb or imagine where the reader is all bubbly and talkative and Harry finds her annoying. reader always wanted to befriend Harry but Harry one day snaps at her and she stops her usual jokes and playful behavior around him. Harry starts missing her and it's all fluff. pweaseee

i want to be friends with h :’)

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“...and I just thought this will look the best on me because I read this thing where you should try on gold or silver jewellery in order to tell if cold or warm tones look better,” she takes a sip of her champagne. “Honestly, I can’t really see this on myself, so I just thought you could do nothing wrong with beige, right?” She chuckles and watches her nephew, freshly turned four, run around the backyard with a horde of other little humans, screeching and giggling.

It’s the first time she saw him again after a long time. Leo, the birthday boy, told her during all the birthday preparations that he wanted Harry to be there. She knows because he explicitly said he “wants uncle H to do that funny hand game they always play” and she can’t lie and say it didn’t hurt her heart a bit. Harry and her got along great, she’d say, her older brother Ezra introduced them two at a get together in his apartment as he graduated college. YN liked having him in their friend group. With his charm and humour he managed to have her wanted to befriend him immediately.

That was until he stopped seeing his friends and only spent time with his new girlfriend. Ezra told her they met at some gala and it immediately sparked between them. His words, not hers. And YN would lie if she’d say she wasn’t one tiny bit jealous, because of course she was. He’s a good friend but to expierence him dropping his friends just like that when he meets someone is worse than just letting it die down.

So here she is, bubbly with excitement as she finally catches up with him, but worry in her as Ezra told her in passing that they recently broke it off. Harry was single. And thats stings. They break up and he suddenly has time for them again? Suddenly, he isn’t too good for them anymore?

“YN, I need to interrupt right here. Hold your thought. I need a wee, alright?” His voice breaks her story from the time she made a leash for her dog herself.

Her brows shoot up, slowly nodding. “Uh...yes. Yes, of course.”

Harry sends a pressed smile before he hurries through the crowd to the bathroom. Locking the door, he leans his hands on the sink, watching himself in the mirror.

It’s hell.

He thought it would be a nice distraction to see all his friends and Leo again. Keep his minds off the obvious things. But they bombarded him with happiness and questions and stories and Harry feels like he is going to explode.

Of course he knows what a shitty friend he was. For fucks sake, he just cut them off as he fell stupidly in love. Yes, it’s fucking wrong of him to appear out of nowhere and get in contact again, after not even explaining what happened. Yes, they are the fucking best for forgiving him and acting normal. But yes, it’s too much to have them all babbling in his ear like nothing happened, too. Having YN talk his ear off. He likes her. Harry finds her cute as fuck. With her pretty little smile that seems to always adorn her face and the sparkly eyes that look at you as if you’d hung the moon. But she even talks not little.

A series of knocks snap him out of his thoughts. “Harry? I know you needed a wee, but Leo is asking for you,” she chuckles, “I’d say you shouldn’t keep the birthday boy waiting.”

A scowl sets itself deep in his features as he freshens up with splashing water in his face and a heavy sigh.

“Remember Leo’s last birthday? He had so much fun with the frosting of the cake you brought.” A silence followed. “You know... he really missed you. I mean— we all did, but I think he kinda suffered—”

The door swings open, sudden and fast, and Harry stands under the frame of the door. His brows are set deep and his nostrils fluttering almost dangerous. “Let’s not talk about it.” Harry tries to contain himself and keep calm.

Confusion washes over her face before she snaps out of it, shaking her head at herself. “Sorry, I was just saying that it was a hard time for us as—”

“I said to let it go, didn’t I?” His body squeezes around hers, stepping out of the bathroom and walking to the kitchen with a quick step.

YN struggles to follow, but does nonetheless. “Sorry. Again.” She watches as he pours himself another drink, downing it in one swing as he glances at her over the rim of the cup as she smiles at him.

By now he just wants to get out of there as soon as possible.

“I read something recently. It was funny because it said—”

“My god, YN!” He loosens it. “Do you ever stop talking? Don’t you have something better to do or be? Make sure the kids are save?”

“I-I don’t know... What do you—”

He rolls his eyes. “Just go to someone else and bore them with the things you read. Pleae spare me.”

By any means, she is not a crybaby, but hearing the person you admire, even look up to, tell you you are just an annoyance with everything you do is bad. Her heart practically breaks open as his restless eyes stare her down. She feels small. Tiny even. And therefore she can’t help the tears that gather along the lower lashes. She tries to blink them away and quickly swallows the clump in her throat that starts to hurt. She rasps an “okay” at him and disappears out of there. Away from the kitchen. Away from him.

Leaving Harry alone.

He curses himself. A hand comes up to tug at his hair in frustration. Now he’s the arsehole. Great.

But someone notices it. Whatever it is. Perhaps it’s how YN sat in the corner of the room while everyone snuggled together on the huge couch to watch Leo’s favourite movie. Perhaps how Harry glanced her direction every few seconds. Or perhaps how she didn’t talk to anyone anymore that evening. But perhaps how everyone felt the tension like thick cheese one pizza. At least that’s what Harry thought as he scooped the big piece of pizza into him. He sadly made it a habit to eat in frustration.

So now she has a pouty, little four year old sitting in her lap. “But I jus’ don’t understand!” His tiny hands grasp her cheeks. “Did I do something?”

“No, love, you didn’t do anything. I just feel like this sometimes.” Her hands run through his silky hair. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“It’s Uncle H, isn’t it?” He crosses his arms in front of his chest. “I’m sure, because he didn’t play that hand game with me and you didn’t tell me one of your granny jokes!”

“Hey! They are not ‘granny jokes’!” YN playfully pinches his cheeks.

“So it is Uncle H? What did he do? Did he pull your hair? Because mummy always says I should apologize if I did.”

A sudden burst of love runs through her for this sweet boy. But it drops as she sees Harry entering the room behind the boy and watches their interaction. “No, he didn’t pull my hair. Everything’s fine.”

“Did he steal your pencil?! Oh no!” He gasps.

Harry steps beside them, ruffling his hand through his hair, making it a mess. “I did steal her pencil. You think I should apologize, mate?”

Leo squirms in her lap and holds his arms up at Harry. So he lens downs and easily sets him on the side of his hip. “Of course! If not, I have to get mummy to scold you!”

Harry breathes a chuckle, eyes staying on YN as she avoids meeting his eyes. “Uhmm...”

He notices the hesitation. “Dearest YN,” Leo cups his hands around his mouth and whispers in his ear.

Her head shoots up to them. Harry still stares down at her as the corner of his lips kink up. “Dearest YN.”

“I’m sorry for stealing your pencil.” He repeats Leo’s words, eyes crinkling with the smile he wears. “I’m well aware that you probably like the pencil with how sad you looked today.” He pauses as the boy whispers another sentence. “I now know I shouldn’t do it again and I promise t leave you be if you want me to.” But his smile falters when he sees YN’s eyes dropping to the floor again and then back up. This time with a forgiving smile. “But I hope we can still be friends.”

With a friendly smile she stands up and brushes a strand of hair out of her nephew’s eyes. “Leo, baby, would you leave us alone for a sec?”

He frantically nods and scrambles down Harry’s arms, who tries to not let him fall down.

It’s silent when they’re alone. Unspoken things between them creating an uncomfortable silence that isn’t welcomed. So they begin to speak.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

“I’m glad you came to me—”

His hands that just were gesturing between them dropped dead to his sides and YN’s teeth catch her bottom lip, staring at his shoes.

A breathy chuckle escapes his lips. “Can I start?” His eyes search hers, trying to find her acceptance and understanding, and in fact receiving a spark of a smile. “Listen, okay? I’m so- so sorry. I don’t even know what happened there. I...,” he trails of, one hand scratching under his chin where a stubble starts to form. “I was stressed these last few days— weeks— and, fuck, I still am, but I want you to know that I didn’t mean that. I love when you talk about random stuff that you read somewhere, because it’s interesting, it’s funny. It’s just your thing, right? And I love that we can talk about absolutely everything. That person in the bathroom, ...that wasn’t me. That was the grumpy, arrogant side of me that left his best friends because of some person, then got his heart broken and couldn’t even swallow his own fucking pride to apologize to them and waited too long and just acted like nothing happened. YN, obviously you don’t have to forgive me, because I understand I’m an arsehole—”

“Okay, it’s enough.”

Harry freezes, brows drawing a deep line. “W-what?”

YN takes a step towards him and envelopes his huge hands in her small ones. He notices they’re warm and soft as her thumb brushes along his knuckles, calming him down. “It’s enough, H. I get it, okay? I’m not stupid. I know what it’s like and I know you. It’s sweet of you to apologize but you had me since Leo helped you,” a grin breaks out on her face. “I can imagine how tough that time was and still is for you, but I’m your friend and friends are there for you no matter what, no? I wouldn’t say it didn’t hurt a tiny bit, because I know I talk a lot. I’m not mad with you. I just want my friend back.”

She whispers the last part and Harry can’t help the layer of tears that gloss over his eyes and the curl in his lips that creates a deep dimple in his cheek— upwards because of happiness and downwards because of all the emotions— so it’s a weird laugh that escapes his throat at the same time a sob rolls through his body. He sets his stare on the floor and tries to will the tears away with a shake of his head, curls flopping, but YN slings her arms tight around his torso and her face squishes against his collarbone, leaving a quick kiss at his throat. Like a warm blanket he gets swallowed whole. “It’s okay to feel weak sometimes. ’M here for you, H.”

And with that in mind, he wraps his long arms around her shoulders, squeezing her some more, and lets himself cry it all out.

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#harry styles blurb #harry styles imagine #imagine harry styles #harry styles request #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles blurbs #harry styles reader insert #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #best friend harry #myblurbs

[intothewickedwood]

Once Upon A Time Rewatch: 6x18 Where Bluebirds Fly

Whoop! Whoop! Zel Zel centric!

The yellow brick road! I wish the characters had an adventure in Oz so we’d get to explore it a bit more like we did Wonderland and Neverland.

Back off! Leave young Zel alone! Is magic not a common thing in Oz?

Aww this friendship is adorable. I kinda wish his name was Boq though to tie in with Wicked’s tin man, but they already included Boq.

It always makes me so sad seeing young Zelena. She was so sweet and her father is just the worst! She deserved so much better. She must have gotten her kindness from the little time she spent with her adoptive mothers, cause goodness knows her other three parents are evil. If she was raised by Cora to be Queen, I’m not sure she’d have had the heart to rule through fear like Cora no doubt would have wanted.

Get off baby Robin, you bitch! 

No you can’t hold her a little longer.

The Black Fairy: “I never grow tired of that new baby smell.” She is so freaking creepy.

She’s manipulating you, Zelly!

To be fair Zelena was almost that level of creepy when it came to Snowing’s baby back in s3. 

Lol. Poor Snow.

Okay. It is pretty adorable that Snow has been planning Emma’s wedding since after the first curse haha.

Help! Snow’s being super adorabubble!!

The fact that Zelena is probably Belle’s closest friend at this point lol. Poor Belle. I wish the others cared about her more but I do enjoy her dynamic with Zelena.

Zelena, don’t do it, girl!

Another entrance to the mines?

Other than Stanum (probably breifly) and briefly Glinda (the two-faced biatch) I don’t think Zelena has ever had any friends. She just had her horrible father growing up and that was it, no wonder she craved love so much. She’s always been alone and has known only hatred for something she can’t control (her magic).

Oh, so the Witch of the North is wicked too? Interesting. I wonder if she fell out with Glinda or Glinda turned on her too. I wanna know more about the Wicked Witch of the North! And heck, I wanna know what happened to the Witch of the East too!

Regina’s come to save sis!

God, these two fighting like children again lol.

Even though they’re fighting, Regina’s instinct is still to protect big sis from falling rock.

Getting married at Granny’s lol. But don’t they end up getting married on top of Granny’s or something?

David still not over Whale. Dude, you almost got Kathryn pregnant! You know what, it’s really messed up that they slept with others while cursed, even though they wouldn’t have if they weren’t under its influence. 

I think that deep down, Zelena just wanted a mother again. We still don’t know when her adoptive mother died but I think Zelena was really young. She was the only person to show her love and since Zelena going back in time may not prevent her death, she is desperate to find that love again from her other mother. She will do anything to have that again and that’s why she’s often so desperate to prove herself, she thinks power is the only way to win Cora’s affections. It’s the only thing that will make her mother, the only person she believes can love her, show her the love she so desperately craves.

It’s the king of the forest! 

Why is a Lion in a forest? Or tigers? I’m not even gonna ask.

Is Gideon more powerful than Regina? He knocked her down pretty easily. 

The Black fairy playing hide and seek with the Wicked Witch of the West.

Go Zel Zel!

This scene is so cool!

The Black Fairy can deflect magic? Weird that Blue hasn’t been shown to do that. I guess they have different power sets.

There Regina goes again. She is getting flipped around so easily today lol.

Yes! Thank you! Zelena is stronger than Regina confirmed. I was afraid they were going back on what they’d established in s3. She’s supposed to be more powerful than Cora, according to Rumple, who I think is easily more powerful than Regina. I’m gonna do a magic ranking one day. 

Magic is really affected by emotions. So because Zelena’s emotions are unstable, that makes her magic unstable? Interesting. I love it being connected to their emotions. 

What’s she using Zelena’s magic to do?

That lion is huge!

Oh, she made it into a scaredy cat. I wonder if it can talk.

Don’t say that Regina. Zelena needs you. You need each other deep down. Just wait till s7, you’ll be besties then!

Even though Regina’s hypocrisy this season gets to me a lot, I’m glad that Regina and Zelena’s sisterhood was tested and they didn’t instantly become besties. It makes their friendship all the more real and worth the ride in s7.

Snow: “And if she wanted to get married in a bathroom it would be perfect and exactly what it’s supposed to be.” Oh my God lmao! That would have been the best! 

Umm, how did the crystal summon a tornado portal?

I misremembered. I thought Stanum knew it would drain her magic but he seems like he’s telling the truth that he didn’t.

He’ll be alright. Dorothy will help him.

But what will she do with the crystals? 

Zelena: “You’re all I’ve got, Regina.”

I actually want to cry. This was so brave of Zelena. You can tell how much the idea of destroying her magic breaks her. It is a part of her. She’s had it since the day she was born. Can you imagine ripping away something that is that ingrained in who you are and have always been? It makes me so upset but it was important for her development. 

I wanna hug Zelena! 

It looks painful. I imagine it would be ripping away a part of yourself like that. 

Aww Regina is so proud of her sis and hugs her. I can’t!!

God I was so distraught when they took Zelena’s magic. You don’t understand. I think I still would be extremely distraught if she hadn’t gotten magic back in s7. The important thing was, much like Harry Potter meant to die when Voldemort struck him in the Deathly Hallows, Zelena meant for her magic to be gone forever and that is a bigger sacrifice for her than anyone will ever understand, akin to sacrificing her life. I wasn’t sure she ever would get it back but I wish Robin hadn’t given up her magic. It was very nice of her to do that for her mother, who’s magic was such an important part of her life but can you imagine mother and daughter and Alice and Robin kicking ass with their magic. In my head, Robin gets magic back a short time after the s7 finale. 

Why oh why didn’t we get more of a Black Fairy and Blue Fairy interaction in Storybrooke? At least we get some in the flashbacks next week.

She really hates her.

I can’t remember why Rumple can’t know why his mother gave him up. Guess I’ll find out soon!

This was such a great and important episode for my girl, Zelena. So proud of her. What an emotional rollercoaster! 

#ouat #once upon a time #zelena #regina mills #zelena mills #wicked queen #ouat 6x18 #6x18 where bluebirds fly #ouat rewatch #ouat rewatch 2019

[theinvisibledreamergirl]

The Grinch Girl

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC (Klaw Craig)

Warning: Nope only fluff content and bits of sadness.

Word count: ~2.3 k

A.N: Hello again folks! Did you miss me? Well this fic came out unexpectedly and wasn’t even planned lol. But I hope you enjoy this and Merry Christmas! And I know you’re impatiently waiting for Part 6 of my OH AU 1 but still is in progress. THIS IS MY FIRST STAND-ALONE FIC EVER OMG AND I’M REALLY NERVOUSSSS.

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Basically from all of the staff of Edenbrook Hospital there was a certain someone who didn't like Christmas as everyone else- Dr. Klaudia Craig. This wasn't something new for everyone because they knew she detested it.

She was occupying herself with lots of different cases in order to escape from the festive moments and the cheering voices of her colleagues ready to decorate the Infamous Christmas Tree.

At least that's what she thought.

She wasn't into the winter holidays or any kind of other holidays. Maybe she was a Grinch but as much as she had information about him it was completely another history- he hated people but not Christmas. Whereas she hated both of them.

Klaw didn't have any particular reason to be angry with anyone but she couldn't bare the fact to be involved in such kind of parties. Lousy and noisy people were always a migraine for her and would drink two strong pills in a day at least saving from that horrible sinusitis.

Her free times would always consist of reading books or scientific researches on internet for new developments in oncology surgery as she was eager to see the latest news. Furthermore she would watch BBC every time when the British Government released new announcements about the future of the country whom she dearly missed it. Maybe for others it was such a granny thing but for her was the best cure.

And as for today she was stepping into the corridors seeing the nurses chirping and decorating the railways and doors in which she let an exasperated sigh while shaking her head.

Why do they like them so much? It's completely nonsense. All of that glitter. Everyone seems so happy but I'm sure this is a façade.

Well clearly from her point of view it was maybe a façade but actually everyone was happy and was enjoying at its fullest. And that's why she hated it.

She never got to celebrate any holidays with her family as they have been always busy in their works and didn't pay too much attention on how this would reflect on their daughter's character in the future. They would always justify their lateness in house because of the "duty". God she thought that word would never get out of her mind.

When one of her patients asked her to do the Gingerbread House together she stared blankly as she had no idea what was this thing and she immediately regretted her lie to the kid.

Oh yeah of course I'll help you but until i finish my shift alright?

The little girl was smart and understood that she wasn't telling the truth and aside from that she could tell that the doctor standing opposite her wasn't even pleased about it and she let a mischievous smirk.

"You don't know what Gingerbread is, don't you?"

The doctor gulped hardly as ever. The patient saw her hesitation and asked sincerely.

"Don't worry I'll ask someone else but can I ask you why don't you know about the Gingerbread?"

"Mary, I think you need to rest now after your long surgery, right?"

"Got it doc."

With that she trailed off furiously as she didn't want to awake again that memory.

She hated herself.

She didn't want to be like this.

Harsh.

Cold demeanor.

Selfish.

And afraid to be happy.

When she went to the elevator she heard Sienna calling from behind.

“Hey Klaw!"

Oh god please don’t tell me she’s going to invite me to that party.

"Hi Sienna, how you've been?"

"Perfect! May I say everything is going to be awesome and I can't wait to celebrate with all of us in our apartment! You'll come too, right?"

God she wanted so bad to celebrate. But her logical answer was always ahead of what heart truly wanted. You can say without fear that she was an introverted ass.

"Uhm actually I won't."

Sienna's smile immediately faltered and shook her head in confusion. "Why?” Before Klaw could explain herself she abruptly said “Look If you're worried about those scumbag surgical residents, don't worry we won't invite them. And also-"

"Sienna it's not about them. It's just..."

"Just what?"

I don't celebrate Christmas Eve and I don’t have any intention to because I just simply hate it.

“It’s about patients Si and we have lot of work to do especially Dr. Ramsey won’t let me to finish the shift that easy so I’m leaving-”

“Not so fast gorgeous." a sing-along voice stopped her. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Oh, Bryce." She put a plastered smile while laughing nervously. As always. "Uhm, well I have to go to a patient now heh."

"Tsk. I don’t believe any single thing what you’re saying girlie.”

She wanted to seem so believable but this time was out of her luck. Before she would protest again he interrupted.

"Come on Klaw. We already know you've been working your ass since five in the morning and you haven't even eaten anything today needless to say- you haven't even wished us for Christmas."

"Oh really?" He nodded "Well- Merry Christmas Bryce!"

He frowned in confusion and was crooking his eyes in suspicion as she sounded differently from usual. Something was wrong and he was about to ask her again when he heard that annoying voice.

"Rookie!" Klaw's eyes widened but in the meantime she thanked him in silence for saving her.

"In my office."

"Yes Dr. Ramsey."

With that she excused herself to Sienna and Bryce who stayed mouth agape and Sienna was finally the one to break the silence.

"So...Plan A and B are ruined right?"

"Yeah" he slid from his pocket the phone in which he called a number. "Jackie." He let a defeated sigh. "Tell the others we need a plan C. That old man Ramsey destroyed everything."

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When the elevator reached the 3rd floor Ethan guided Klaw to his office gently pushing the door for her to enter first. They made an arrangement before she started her residency- to remain professional but her gut feeling told that something not good was about to happen.

What was weird was the fact that the lights of his office weren't turned on but only those of his little Christmas Tree. She rolled her eyes annoyingly.

Great. Now I have to deal with another Christmas enthusiast.

He saw her expression and when she turned as if questioning, he gave her a rueful smile. "Please sit."

She did as he said raising her left eyebrow. "So? What is the reason you called me?"

"Simple. I want to find a treatment for a patient whose brain is not functioning as usual." He said ironically which she didn't get it.

"What are her symptoms?"

Even though it was not an usual question he would ask as every time- she was ready to show her high diagnostics knowledge despite being a surgeon.

"It's a difficult case and a rare one. I'm not sure if you're going to handle it."

"There's nothing I can't handle Dr. Ramsey." She said while raising her head in confidence. "Remember what you said to me in my intern year? When there isn't a path, you make your own."

"Fair well. This girl is about 5 years old and she doesn't celebrate Christmas because she hates it. What do you think we should do?"

"What? I don't-" Then it all clicked.

It was about her.

"You too?" She scoffed in disbelief while standing up "I really can't believe this!"

When she was reaching the door handle a strong grip on her waist held her in place and growled in her left ear that made her shivered. "You're not going anywhere!"

"What happened with being professional Dr. Ramsey huh?"

He shut his eyes and inhaled sharply. "Please. Tell me what's wrong. I know that you're worried about something."

"You don't deserve to know anything!" With that she kicked his crotch with her left knee letting herself free from him. That self-defense instinct she had- it was going to be the death of him one day.

"And you don't tell me what should I do!"

"Is that so Dr. Craig? Remember that I'm your boss."

"Ouch. So scary. What are you going to do then? Pin me to the wall?" She let out a weary chuckle "Remember Ramsey- I'm not going to play hot and cold game again with you because I've had enough! And don't even try to do the victim's face here 'cause you know that it's your fault that we're in this position now!"

She was the most infuriating woman he had ever met in his life and maybe this was the reason why he wanted her so badly. Her gorgeous face etched to his mind every night before sleep. When she was always angry she looked like a goddess to him no matter how and he would bow down just for her. One word or only one action from her and he was her slave.

"What happened Dr. Ramsey? Cat got your tongue?" said in a sing-along voice and when he didn't answer she wanted to use the opportunity to leave but his eyes were trailing her full parted lips.

No. No. No. Don't let him kiss you Klaw. Just don't.

But his actions were faster than she thought and her fear came to life. He kissed her such gently that made her cheeks blush enough to stop arguing. When they parted Ethan set both of his hands to her face trailing her cheekbones and temples saying in a soothing voice.

"Now, will you tell me what is going on with your cold behaviour?"

She nodded forgetting everything in what they agreed on. Maybe she would regret it later but it seemed that she didn't care for now.

---------

"So that's why I hate it. I mean I don't want to hate Christmas. It's just I don't want to leave the impression to the others that I hate holidays. I don't want to look like Grinch but still...Ughh I don't know.” she placed her palms in her temples. “I feel such in shame now like I don't even know what Gingerbread is!"

"Why haven't you searched on the internet before?"

"Well this is the case. I've never shown interest in it. The only thing that I would search were always something about science in general and projects for school. And I've never received Christmas gifts before which makes me well-" the last words she said almost in a whisper. "- not appreciated person."

Ethan could see himself in her somehow. After his mother left he didn't want to celebrate Christmas anymore as that day was one of the worst of his life. But his father Alan insisted that his son should see his future and letting that pain to go by every year celebrating and reminding him to be a strong man just like now. Whereas for Klaw he felt his jaw clenched in frustration when her parents now that they weren’t anymore never celebrated and not even letting her to go at least at her best friend's house.

"Do you think I'm a Grinch Girl, Ethan?"

When she called him in his first name he felt his chest warming as she was slowly becoming more openly to him.

"No." He said without hesitation. "It's clearly that you were raised like this and you should not blame yourself for that. You're not the only one who doesn't celebrate Christmas Eve. There are many people who don't even know what Christmas is so-" he put a strand of her brown hair behind her ear. "No, you're not a Grinch but...A grumpy one may I- agh!" he winced when she pinched his arm then smacked it furiously.

"That hurt."

"You deserved that."

"Seriously? I'm trying to understand you whereas-" she cut him off guard with another kiss but on his cheeks instead.

"Thank you. For always being nice to me."

"Hey, you know I would do everything for you?"

"Yeah, I know. But what am I going to do now?"

"First things first" he stood up from the couch where they were staying "You're going to say to everyone who you meet the magic words: 'Merry Christmas!'"

He chuckled when she let a groan. "And then you're going to pick some gifts in the shop for your friends because this is the value of this holiday- sharing is caring. And about gifts-"

He went to his drawer of his white wooden-metallic desk to reveal an object packed in a rectangular shape with a white strap.

"Wait is that-?"

"Yes it's for you". She stared at him. "Open it."

She took it hesitating at first because this was the first gift ever someone made especially for her and was fidgeting her fingers not knowing where to start because she didn't want to ruin the way how beautifully it was packed.

When she let go of the strap she gasped when there was an old book of Oscar Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Grey and there were two milk chocolates Fin Carré which was her favourite flavour and a little card were was written:

I'm sorry for being an asshole.

Merry Christmas Rookie!

E.R

"So...uhm do you like it?" He scratched the back of his neck nervously. " I know you're a bookworm and I remembered that Oscar Wilde was the only Irish author whom you didn't read so I went to the National Library and asked if there was still an old copy of it and luckily it was the last one."

She immediately left the gift in his couch and pressed a lingering kiss on his lips and said in a whisper while tearing up "Merry Christmas Ethan. And I'm sorry too for being grumpy and harsh to you."

"You don't have to apologise to me. Your friends and your patient Mary need to hear this. Okay?"

"Okay. Seni seviyorum. [ I love you ] “

“Uhm what?”

She giggled “I’ll tell you when the year ends.”

“But-”

“A girl has to keep some secrets, right?” said when she opened the door and left contently with it.

For the first time in her life Dr. Klaudia Craig felt a radiation coming through her body.

She was happy and grateful.

P.S: The words ‘seni seviyorum’ come from Turkish language. And no- my MC is not Turkish but British lol. She is a polyglot that’s why.

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[marvelsmalfoy]

prove them right w/ron weasley

summary: granger!reader with the help of Ron, goes to a muggle shelter to do some charity work

a/n: so it’s my first fic, and im sorry if it’s not that good. regardless, thsi is for day 27 of a very harry potter christmas ( from @jamilelucato and @whack-ed), girls i know im little late, sorry. oh, and thanks @jamilelucato​ for the tips on how to write a fic.

it was Hermione’s idea to reunite the friends for somewhat of a muggle charity work. it was the first Christmas season after the war, and she said that you needed to be around people that were happy and hadn’t gone through a war like the rest of you.

you loved your big sister, but sometimes she had some crazy ideas that not even you were able to understand. nonetheless, there you were, three days before Christmas, waiting for everyone to show up at the entrance of a muggle elderly shelter, almost freezing.

“oh, hi, y/n,” said the (not officially) main reason for you being there.

Ron Weasley was standing next to you, wearing a jeans jacket with a jumper, with a cap that covered almost all of his ginger hair, except for the front part that was growing more than his usual hairstyle would allow.

“hi-i,” you had no idea if you stuttered because of the cold or because of the boy, but it was something in between.

“where’s Hermione?” he asked, placing his hands inside the pockets of the jean jacket.

“she wanted to get more food,” you told him, slowly tilting your head towards him, not even noticing you were doing so. “I don’t know why she didn’t already have more — it was all her idea after all.”

“maybe she changed her mind,” said the ginger, “she does that quite a lot.”

there was something about this habit of Harry and Ron that they’d talk to you about your sister like they knew her better. you supposed they knew her in ways you didn’t, but that could not possibly make them comprehend her better.

“where’s everybody?” he asked again, this time, though, the question hurt you a bit.

you had a crush on Ron since Hermione introduced him to you. well, actually, you fancied him before you even had a face to go with the name. when Hermione send you letters about her adventures with the ginger, your heart just melted a little. and you were only ten.

your feelings for him only grew greater with time, and it didn’t help that he was always around you and your family. you were also always around his family — becoming best friends with Ginny Weasley can do that to a person.

but it was just a platonic thing. Ron didn’t know about it — at least you hoped to have been discreet enough.

so, of course, it probably was uncomfortable for Ron to be alone in a cold street alone with you and a bunch of presents that you held in the bag your sister prepared.

“dunno,” you shrugged, “Harry and Ginny were coming together — it was what Ginny told me anyway.”

Ron turned to face you, and you felt your cheeks turn redder than the cold was painting them already.

“uh, I asked if she wanted to come with me,” you didn’t know why you added that information to the conversation, but something about Ron’s eyes always made you speak more than needed.

“they don’t appear to be comin’ any time soon, so maybe we should just get in?” he suggested, raising his shoulders even though his hands didn’t move out of the pockets. “it’s getting real cold out here.”

“guess we should get in,” you agreed, biting, slightly, your lower lip, “I’ve got the presents anyway.”

he laughed at your terrible attempt of sarcasm, and suddenly all the cold in London wasn’t able to take the warm in your heart away.

he walked in first, but not before asking if you wanted help with the bag of presents.

“it’s enchanted,” you said.

“of course it is,” he sighed with a resemblance of a smile.

it felt like the whole thing was an internal joke you didn’t understand, and there were you getting (again) jealous of your sister for being best friends with this gorgeous ginger.

the elderly in the shelter were like angels on Earth. not that you had much experience with angelic mythology, but you suspected angels were kind and smiling beings, just like the elderly you and Ron presented with gifts that night.

must add that you did all the charity on your own, because your sister, Harry and Ginny did not show up. in the first few minutes, you were worried about your friends, but it soon became clear to you and Ron that they probably didn’t want to come up.

to you, something else was pretty clear — they knew. the whole Christmasly situation, with charity work and hot cocoa, along with Ron felt like the type of situation your sister would scheme for you.

not that you had asked — before this night, you thought Hermione had no idea about your feelings. and now, even Harry knew.

oh, Godric, even Ginny knew, and she was, like, Ron’s little sister!

“it’s so nice of you two to give us presents,” said one of the old ladies, sitting by the fire. she had the most beautiful black eyes you had ever seen, so dark but also very tender. “it’s rare to spend a night with the visit of such a young couple.”

your eyes widened immediately, and you didn’t know where to look. instinctively, you glanced at Ron, who gazed at you with the same expression you presumed was on your face.

you raced to explain, “we’re-we- Ron and I are not a couple.”

the granny smiled, her black eyes going from you to Ron.

“such a pity then,” she sighed, “you two would have adorable babies.”

you gulped so hard and so fast, it felt like you swallowed your tongue.

“I suppose Ron’s still gonna have cute babies without me,” you commented, trying to sound superior and evolved, but just covering up the fact that the idea of making babies with Ron crossed your mind now and then ever since you learned how to do it.

the old lady watched as you and Ron interacted with curiosity.

“why do you say that? the very reason our babies would be cute is you,” Ron protested, getting closer to you and sitting by the fire over the rug.

you turned your neck towards the ginger, completely surprised with what he said. you didn’t know if he understood what he was claiming — that you were cute — but you were gonna take it as a compliment anyway.

“me?” you echoed, resisting the urge to place a hand over your heart, “come on, Ron, your babies will be ginger. can you imagine how cutesy?”

“yours will have your pretty big eyes,” he replied, leaning his head.

the conversation dragged on, you two so invested on it, that you didn’t even notice when the old lady responsible for the topic disappeared. later you supposed the woman had intended to be discreet.

within laughs, Ron confided something on you.

“sorry we had to do all the work by ourselves,” he said.

“it was no worry at all,” you replied, swallowing the rest of your laugh, “I didn’t think I’d like it here, but somehow I do? these people are nice.”

Ron noticed how slightly you tried to change the subject, but something was telling him if he wanted to let it out, it was now or never.

“but we shouldn’t have to do it all alone, especially because that was not what we agreed on.”

“hey, Ron, it’s not your fault they didn’t show up,” you stared deep into his eyes, trying to sound as sincere as you could.

if anything, it was your fault. you were the one with a crush.

“well, it actually kind is?” it sounded like a question, but that wasn’t the boy’s intentions. he breathed in and out before continuing. “Harry sat it up. I didn’t ask for it, but he probably thought he was doing me a favour.”

you stared around, taking in the place where you sit. not many old people were around anymore since it was a bit late already.

“a favour? you needed to be in touch with the elderly or something...?”

Ron giggled at your innocence, inclining his head away just a little before completely leaning in.

“I needed some time alone with you,” he explained in a seductive tone.

“oh,” was all your shocked face let out, completely intertwined in Ron’s gaze.

this new information was definitely a three-day-earlier Christmas gift. you never thought Santa Claus was actually gone give it to you, but here you both were, only centimetres away from each other's mouths.

“Harry must’ve asked everyone to not show up,” Ron continued, unsure if your response was positive or not.

“I thought it was my sister the one with the plan,” you said.

“Hermione?” he seemed surprised, “can’t see her helping me get with her little sis.”

you giggled at his mockery.

“she wouldn’t be doing it for you,” you elaborated.

“oh,” he gasped, his mouth forming a pout.

you smiled, “yeah,” and you turned your gaze away from his.

there was an awkward single minute of silence before Ron leaned in again, this time seemingly more confident.

“you know, this only leaves us with two choices,” he said.

“which are?” you opted to not look at him yet. something inside you told you that he wouldn’t be able to finish his sentence if you stared at his eyes.

“prove them wrong,” he said this part with somewhat of disgust, “or prove them right.”

you smiled, finally turning to face him.

“as much as I’d hate to prove Hermione wrong,” you leaned on your knees instead of simply sitting with your legs closed, “this will only be our fault really.”

“yeah? why?”

you placed your hands over his shoulder, suddenly brave enough to do what you always dreamed. but, before, you had to gaze away from him and stare at something above the two of you.

“is it really because of them we kissed if sitting under a mistletoe was our fault?” you teased, smirking pleasurably.

he smirked two, finally moving to place his hands on your waist, and lifting your weight from your knees to his chest.

“our fault entirely,” he played, teasing you before the kiss, “I like the sound of that.”

“me too,” you fluttered your eyelashes at him.

“so...”

“kiss me already, Weasley,” you demanded, and it was all that echoed in the room as the last old lady left to bed, smiling at the young couple.

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[i-dream-of-twilight-sparkle]

Chapter 2: Daughters of Apples & Pears

Applejack as she leaves Twilight’s castle immediately goes back home to the farm, beginning her invitees with her immediately family. When she gets there, she first sees her little sister Apple Bloom doing some apple bucking of her own. She’s still a little pony, but her years of practice is starting to increase her leg strength that will one day match her big sister’s. It used to take a few kicks for Apple Bloom to get just one apple down, but now just one kick at least gets one apple down and sometimes Apple Bloom even manages to get two down on a good day. Three apples is the average per kick Applejack gets. As Applejack walks, Apple Bloom catches sight of her sister and beams a grin and runs to AJ.

Apple Bloom: Howdy, big sis! Check how ah’m doing, Ah’ve filled three big buckets o’ Apples all on mah own today, aren’t ya’ll proud o’ me?

Applejack: Of course, Apple Bloom! Feel free t’ take ah break though, because ah actually have some important, but fun business outside t’ farm t’ do. And ah’m inviting the family t’ it first.

Apple Bloom: Oh really? What is it?

Applejack: Twi’s friends in Saddle Arabia are getting married. And there’s also going t’ be ah royal ball hosted by t’ royal family that wants lots o’ guests from Equestria. Twilight tasked all o’ us t’ find friends and family t’ bring

Apple Bloom: Ooooo that sounds fun! Ah’ve never been t’ Saddle Arabia, ah’ll certainly go!

Applejack: Great! Now do y’all know if Big Mac is near?

Apple Bloom: Big Mac’s in t’ house wit’ Sugar Belle and Granny. Ah believe Granny is teaching Sugar Belle how t’ do Apple Family recipes.

Applejack: Awww, that sounds adorable. That also helps wit’ getting another off mah invitee list assuming Sugar Belle wants t’ go with Big Mac t’ Saddle Arabia.

Applejack and Apple Bloom walk together to the house where indeed Sugar Belle is learning how to bake the famous Apple Family pies by Granny Smith. Big Mac is sitting at the kitchen table.

Granny Smith: Y’all doing ah wonderful job, Sugar Belle. Y’all might just be t’ quickest t’ getting these recipes done t’ right way in mah entire life teaching t’ family recipe.

Sugar Belle: Well, I was my village’s local baker back when I still lived there. Plus I got some lessons from Mrs. Cake here in Ponyville. I sure hope that I got these recipes right.

Applejack and Apple Bloom take seats at the table as they come in, Sugar Belle notices and turns towards them

Sugar Belle: Hello Applejack and Apple Bloom, are you here for my very first Apple Pie as an official Apple family member?

Applejack: It’s not t’ sole reason we’re here, but ah suppose while y’all are offering it wouldn’t hurt t’ have ah bite.

Sugar Belle: Good! Because it just got finished.

Sugar Belle opens the oven and levitates the Pie out onto the table. Big Mac drools at the sight of the pie, and Sugar Belle then cuts parts of the pie into spices. One for Applejack, one for Apple Bloom, and one for her husband, Big Mac. Each of them gives their slice a bite, and all are satisfied.

Applejack: Granny sure wasn’t kidding! Y’all got this pie done just about perfect. It took maybe months fo’ me t’ learn from Granny how t’ bake ah pie this good.

Apple Bloom: Sooooooo delicious! Isn’t this so good, Big Mac?

Big Mac: Eyyyyyyuuuuuuuuuuup!

Sugar Belle: Thanks, all of you!

Applejack finishes eating her slice and pats her tummy.

Applejack: Ahhhh, that hit t’ spot. Thanks fo’ t’ Pie, Sugar Belle.

Sugar Belle: You’re very welcome, AJ!

Applejack: Now, ah actually need t’ ask some of ya’ll something. Ah’m inviting family and friends t’ Saddle Arabia. There will be ah Royal Ball that’s requesting t’ have many Equestrian guests along wit’ ah wedding fo’ two o’ Twi’s friends who are native there. Ah know Apple Bloom’s already goin’, but how about t’ rest o’ you?

Big Mac: Ah’ll g- Wait, AJ… did ya’ll say Saddle Arabia?

Applejack: Ah did, yes

Big Mac: Didn’t ya and t’ others almost get killed last time y’all went there?!

Applejack: Well… yea. Ah expressed big concern myself t’ Twilight about it, but she told me that t’ Royal Family and Twi herself are taking every single precaution necessary t’ make what happened last time an impossibility. Heck, as long as Twilight’s not in a bottle in Saddle Arabia, she alone would provide enough security cause we’ve got t’ all-powerful genie friend on our side. And Twilight’s not leaving her bottle there when it’s time to stay the night there this time, she promised she’d sleep over in her castle, no one there will be able t’ reach her. And that’s assuming there’s even another evil there other then that Zathir guy that got his flank kicked and imprisoned.

Big Mac: Well, ah guess in that case sure. Ah’ll go,

Sugar Belle: If Big Mac’s going, I will too. A Royal Ball plus a wedding sounds like a wonderful time.

Applejack: How about you, Granny?

Granny Smith: Aaaaaaaaaah’m going t’ decline, but ah appreciate t’ offer. Ya’ll have fun whenever ya’ll leave.

Applejack: Ah understand, just didn’t want t’ leave y’all out in case y’all were interested. Now ah can get going and get ah few friends from outside ponyville. Namely, Rara in Manehattan and Autumn Blaze in the Kirin village.

Apple Bloom: Wait, ah’m confused. Ain’t Manehattan and t’ home of t’ Kirin’s places that will take days t’ get t’ and from each?

Applejack: Normally, yes. But Twilight provided each o’ us with ah bit of ah cheat. She gave each of us magic gum that when blown into ah huge bubble, it creates ah portal t’ whatever place y’all thinking o’ going t’ next

Apple Bloom: That sounds sweet! Ah could probably use that t’ more quickly and safely get t’ ah certain Zebra ah’d like t’ invite.

Applejack: Thinking o’ inviting Zecora, huh? Ah guess teleporting there would at least let me worry less about y’all walking straight into t’ Everfree forest. So sure, here’s ya gum Apple Bloom.

Apple Bloom: Alright!

Apple Bloom chews her gum, blows a bubble, and once popped. Zecora’s house in the middle of the Everfree comes into view. And Apple Bloom leaps through the portal.

Zecora is mixing another of her many potion brews as Apple Bloom enters. After the door is opened, Zecora stops mixing and looks who’s visiting and sees it’s perhaps her most recurring visitor.

Zecora: Well if it isn’t lil’ Apple Bloom, what brings you to my room?

Apple Bloom: Howdy Zecora, just thought ah’d pop and offer an invite t’ something ah’m and many others are going t’!

Zecora: Where are you going? I could perhaps end up showing.

Apple Bloom: Saddle Arabia! Specifically the royal palace where a ball is being held as well as a wedding between two of Princess Twilight’s friends who live there.

Zecora: A Royal ball? That must have a beautiful dance hall. I can certainly be there, for the daughter of an apple and a pear.

Apple Bloom: Great! Ah’m gonna head back home now, seeya there!

Apple Bloom waves goodbye, though Zecora mentioning a pear suddenly gives her an idea for another invitee to her sister. Apple Bloom leaps back into the portal and just like that is back in the kitchen. And the portal closes.

Applejack: Did Zecora say yes?

Apple Bloom: Yep! Though ah just got another idea, do you know where Grand Pear is at t’ moment?

Applejack: Ah don’t think so, But can ya’ll wait t’ let me get Rara and Autumn in ah moment before we go and find him?

Apple Bloom: Sure thing.

((Story continues after the break))

Suddenly the door bell rings

Applejack: Huh, ah wonder who this is.

Applejack opens the door to find Sandbar and Yona

Sandbar & Yona: Hi Professor Applejack!

Applejack: Sandbar! Yona! Nice t’ see ya’ll, what brings ya t’ the farm?

Sandbar: Yona was craving some apple-flavored treats.

Yona: Yes, Yona hungry!

Applejack: Well y’all in luck, Sugar Belle still has some apple pie left.

Yona: Oh yes! Yona loves fresh Apple pony family pie!

Sandbar: I might grab a slice as well

Sandbar and Yona head to the table, Sugar Belle slices one for each of the students. Sandbar takes a bite, and Yona just about messily eating the entire slice in one bite.

Yona: DELICIOUS! Thank you, Sugar Belle!

Sugar Belle: You’re welcome, Yona!

Applejack: Say, while ya’ll both here would you be interested in going to Saddle Arabia with us? A Royal ball and wedding will be happening there. You’re also free t’ invite your other student friends if you’d like.

Sandbar: I’ll certainly go. Though I must tell you Gallus, Ocellus, Smoulder, and Silverstream are currently all at their native homes. So I don’t think we could really reach them all that quickly

Applejack: Oh that’s right, Ah forgot that t’ rest o’ my friends will probably be able t’ pick up t’ rest anyway with their own pack o’ portal gum. Ah think Rainbow Dash will be getting Gallus & Silverstream. And Spike will get Ocellus & Smoulder. So we’re good.

Sandbar: Cool!

Yona: Yona wants to go, yes!

Applejack: Alright, ah’ll tell ya when it’s time. For now though, Ah’ve gotta get two more friends o’ mine that are far away from me. Ah’m going t’ see Rara first.

Applejack takes out a piece of gum and blows a new portal, this time in the view is just outside Coloratura’s residence. Applejack walks into the portal. Meanwhile, Yona looks at Sugar Belle with a slight grin.

Yona: May Yona have seconds?

Sugar Belle: Sure thing Yona, I guess if I had known I’d be feeding a Yak stomach I should of baked a 2nd or even a 3rd pie *giggles*

Applejack is at the front door of Coloratura’s house and she presses a button to ring the doorbell. From upstairs, Rara looks who rang and sees her old childhood friend, she immediately heads downstairs to greet her.

Rara: AJ! I can’t believe you came all this way just to see me! Hoofsies!

Rara boops Applejack’s snoot with her hoofsie stamp, leaving a heart stamp mark on Applejack’s snoot. Both mares giggle.

Applejack: Nice t’ see ya’ll too, Rara.

Rara: Come on in!

Applejack and Rara head on over to a couch to talk.

Applejack: Though ya’ll were so happy t’ think I traveled far just to see you, Ah wouldn’t be t’ element of Honesty if ah didn’t admit Ah kind o’ did a bit o’ a cheat t’ get here. My friend Twilight gave me portal gum that allows me t’ instantly go anywhere in the world nearly instantly through ah portal created from blowing ah bubble with them.

Rara: Oh, well even if you didn’t actually travel far to get here, I’m glad you came to see me. Though if Princess Twilight gave you that, it sounds like she’s got you on a mission of some sort.

Applejack: Ah suppose, yeah. Though this is fo’ something fun, ya see ah Royal Ball is taking place in Saddle Arabia and Twilight sent me and my other friends in Ponyville t’ fetch as many friends and family they can possibly get. The Royal Family also wants Equestrian entertainment on stage. And you’re exactly who ah thought o’ that fit both o’ those.

Rara: That sounds awesome, I’d love to go. Though I don’t know if I can fit the long travel to Saddle Arabia into my busy schedule.

Applejack: *She leans over and whispers* Pssst, Rara. Ah have plenty of the Portal gum that ya’ll can take advantage o’ t’ get there quickly. Ya’ll could even just simply come in when it’s time fo’ ya performance and head out after if ya’ll schedule is packed.

Rara: Oooooh, I guess that’s true. Though I might be able to change things around so I can at least attend the entire ball.

Applejack: There’s also ah wedding that comes days later, but it’s not absolutely necessary t’ go t’.

Rara: Who’s getting hitched?

Applejack: Just two o’ Twilight’s friends that live in Saddle Arabia.

Rara: Ahhh, I don’t think I can be there for the wedding. But I’ll certainly try to be there for most of the royal ball, it’ll be great to have like, an insta-vacation.

Applejack: Sweet, thank you Rara. Can’t wait t’ see ya’ll there.

Rara: Same to you!

Applejack: Ah need t’ go now, Ah’m getting a Kirin friend ah met and then probably heading back home t’ wait until Twilight gives the go ahead that the Ball is underway.

Rara: Alright, AJ. Seeya later!

Applejack: Oh! And here’s ah few pieces of the portal gum ah mentioned. Ya’ll only need two t’ get t’ Saddle Arabia and then come back home after the ball’s over but just in case ya’ll have ah use of’ some o’ the extras or ya’ll have someone ya’ll want t’ bring as well.

Rara: Right, thank you!

Applejack blows another piece of gum, this time the portal showing the Kirin Village where she and Fluttershy were sent by the Map to help the Kirins get their voice back from the stream of Silence.

Upon setting foot in the village she sees Cinder Glow and goes up to ask if she knows where Autumn Blaze is.

Applejack: Hey there Cinder, do ya’ll know where Autumn is? Ah want t’ talk t’ her fo’ just ah brief moment.

Cinder just points in the direction to Autumn’s house

Applejack: Why aren’t ya’ll speaking? Don’t tell me ya’ll entered t’ Stream of Silence again...

Cinder: No, I just was never that talkative even before the whole village entered the stream. *shrugs*

Applejack: Ah, gotcha. Thanks for the direction!

Applejack goes to the house Cinder pointed to and opens the door and sees Autumn… doing hoof puppet theater by herself…

Autumn: “OooooOOOOOOooooOOOooooo, my daughter. I am your dead mother’s spirit! I have come here to haunt you by telling you to wash behind the ears every night!” “NOOOOOOO! Anything but that!”

Applejack: (Oh Celestia, did she somehow get even more nuts wit’ t’ village back t’ normal…)

Autumn raises her head above the hoof puppet stage and sees Applejack has come to visit her.

Autumn: Ayyyyyy! Applejack, did you come to see my new stage play? I call it, “I See Dead People, and they’re surprisingly not that different from when they were Living”.

Applejack: Nooooooot… exactly… but ah did come t’ talk and invite ya’ll t’ an event ah’m going t’.

Autumn: Oh alright, where did you want to take me, and what for?

Applejack: Saddle Arabia, ah Royal Ball is being hosted there as well as ah wedding, days afterward. Ya’ll don’t have t’ stay fo’ both, but Twilight and the royal family o’ Saddle Arabia wants as many Equestrian guests and entertainers as much as possible.

Autumn: Entertainers you say? Finally, my puppet show gets to hit the national stage!

Applejack: *cringes* Um, ah’m not sure that’s necess-

Autumn: But I wonder which play I should choose. That’ll be hard…

Applejack: *sigh* (Ah don’t want t’ upset her, Ah might awake her Nirik anger, Ah might as well let her at least try t’ put up her show. Just hope she doesn’t go full nirik if say… the Sultan won’t let ah potential cringefest hit his stage…) Um, Autumn who have ya’ll shown ya puppet shows?

Autumn: No one, really. You’re the only one to even see a little bit of what I’ve done. Whenever I ask anyone in the village if they want to see a show they say they’re busy…

Applejack: (Oh Celestia…) Well uh, ah must be honest and say ah’m not sure if the Sultan will even let ya show on stage. Ah just hope ya’ll don’t turn into ah Nirik in anger and scare people away if he says no.

Autumn: Nah, don’t you worry about that, if they say no about putting it up on the stage. I’ll understand and at least do a show on the table I sit at!

That makes Applejack feel much better.

Applejack: *phew* Well then, ah’ll see ya’ll when it’s time. ok?

Autumn: Yes! Thanks for the invite!

Applejack: No problem, ya’ll have ah good day now!

Applejack leaves Autumn’s house. Her last portal was from Manhattan to here, so she has to pull another piece of gum to head back home.

Once back home, she turns to Apple Bloom

Applejack: Alright, Apple Bloom ah’m done wit’ all mah invitees now. Let’s see if we can find Grand Pear.

Applejack and Apple Bloom head together in the direction of the Pear farm. They look around the farm and inside Grand Pear’s home but don’t see him anywhere.

Apple Bloom: Applejack, ah looked everywhere in the pear house and ah see no sign o’ Grand Pear.

Applejack: He’s not anywhere in the pear tree orchard either.

Applejack ponders for a moment, but then realizes the next most likely location Grand Pear went to if he’s not home. She takes off her hat to place it on her chest and looks down solemnly. Apple Bloom suddenly sitting down for a brief moment with a sad look at her sister as even she recognizes what’s on Applejack’s mind whenever she does that.

Applejack: Ah think ah know where Grand Pear is…

Apple Bloom: H- hhh- he’s…. v-visiting… t-them… a-ain’t he…

Applejack just solemnly nods and puts her hat back on. Applejack and Apple Bloom walk slowly but surely to Grand Pear’s likely location: The Ponyville Cemetery, where Pear Butter and Bright Mac are laid to rest.

Grand Pear is carrying a bouquet of flowers, laying it on the grave of his beloved daughter. He’s done this numerous times ever since she died sometime shortly after the birth of Apple Bloom.

Grand Pear: Pear Butter, I left more flowers for ya. Wherever you are, I hope you love these just like the rest I’ve given you. I’ve said this every time I visited since your eternal rest began, but I am just so sorry for treating you like I did before I moved to Vanhoover.

Tears stream down heavily from Grand Pear’s eyes

Grand Pear: I should have given you and Bright Mac a chance, I was such a stupid stallion to put farm ventures over my own daughter’s happiness. I wish… I s-so-so wish… I could of apologized to you while you were still alive… I think I keep coming back here in hopes that just m-maybe there will be some sign you have h-heard me… but perhaps my real a-apology might not happen until I j-join you up there… I’m at a real old age, maybe that will be next year, or even the next m-month.

Applejack and Apple Bloom have been somewhat hearing what Grand Pear was saying as they got closer. Grand Pear looks behind him and sees two of his Grandchildren from the Apple family.

Grand Pear: Oh hey… Applejack and Apple Bloom. Come to visit my daughter and your father too?

Applejack: We actually came t’ mostly look fo’ ya’ll, but ah guess while we’re here. There’s no harm o’ sharing the pain o’ loss one more time.

Grand Pear: Gotcha

Apple Bloom has tears streaming down her face

Apple Bloom: Ah wish ah got t’ know them… Ah was only ah foal when they… when they…

Apple Bloom can’t even finish her sentence as she just ends up burying her face in her big sister’s chest and sobbing uncontrollably…Applejack putting a hoof behind Apple Bloom. Applejack herself with tears, but she tries to be strong for her little sister. She eventually puts her face off Applejack but still very visible tears from her eyes dripping down. Grand Pear turns to the crying filly and tries his own way of trying to comfort her.

Grand Pear: Pear Butter would of loved you Apple Bloom, I hope you know that.

Apple Bloom: A-ah know… b-but it’s j-just still s-so h-hard… i-it ain’t f-fair!

Grand Pear: You have no idea what I’d give it for to me six feet deep right here, and both Pear Butter and your father next to you paying their respects for me instead. I’ve lived and seen a lot of what life’s thrown at me. They were taken from us, way too soon… so I feel very much the same as you Apple Bloom.

Applejack: Ah’m glad t’ have had them fo’ most o’ mah childhood, Ah got t’ know them as some of t’ sweetest parents ah could ever ask fo’. But the day they died, ah felt like my own childhood was over even though ah was still ah few years away from being ah teenager. Granny and Big Mac did a decent job whenever they could. But there’s ah huge hole in mah heart that’s always been missing since that day. Ah’d much rather have it that ah attended their funeral when ah myself was quite old, not ah little filly that has t’ be told her parents are going t’ be eternally resting underground, and ah’ll never see them again… Ah would o’ loved t’ had them as ah was truly growing up into the pony ah am today, as well as getting ah chance to meet some o’ mah best friends. Rara and mah Mom would o’ absolutely been capable o’ ah beautiful duet…

Grand Pear: Definitely…

All three just solemnly look and think about Pear Butter and Bright Mac for a few minutes more before they eventually start a slow walk back to Grand Pear’s house. Sometimes stopping to look back one more time at the graves. Tears being left making a trail along with the hoof prints on the ground.

Sometime later, all three are in Grand Pear’s house

Grand Pear: Ok now, what did you two come to ask me about?

Apple Bloom: We were gonna ask if ya’ll were interested in going wit’ us on ah trip t’ Saddle Arabia. There will be ah royal ball and ah wedding fo’ two o’ Twilight’s friends there.

Grand Pear: Ah, I’m afraid I can’t. But I hope you and your sister have fun, thanks for joining with me to grieve though. It always helps to have some pony there to share the heartbreak with.

Applejack: Ya’ll welcome, Grand Pear. We still miss them as much as ya’ll do.

Applejack and Apple Bloom approach and give Grand Pear a warm hug before walking out the door

Applejack: Let’s get back home, Apple Bloom.

Apple Bloom: Alright, sis. Ah can’t wait fo’ the ball, Ah hope ya do too.

Applejack: Ah am, indeed. ((It’ll certainly be something t’ cheer up both myself and her after that visit…))

NEXT UP: Chapter 3: The Waterbolts

#Secrets Of The Dragon's Tear #Applejack #Apple Bloom #Big Macintosh #Sugar Belle #Granny Smith #Zecora #Sandbar #Yona #Rara #Coloratura #Autumn Blaze #CInder Glow #Grand Pear #Pear Butter #Bright Mac

[nei-ning]

I've seen weird dreams every night now for a while. Last night? The same thing. Here goes.

At first I was going to be crushed by dad's stallion. He just tried to lay on me and kill me (don't know why!). Dad managed to save me, but his fiance then started to keep asking me to come inside. She was worried and I get it, but I was too much in shock and tears. I told her to leave me alone.

I walked on this small shore and wanted to go for a swim, but first I saw small green lizard (from dinosaur times) drinking at the shore. Didn't want to scare it but it ran off anyway after drinking. Then I spotted few frogs swimming inside of a "well's ring" which was at the shore for a some reason. Suddenly I saw 2 light khaki colored snakes swimming towards me. It was mom and baby. Mom snake instantly attacked on me, biting me multiple times on both of my wrists. I knew this snake was very poisonous so I tried to toss it away while getting out of the water, but it managed to keep scratching my skin on my wrists. Since the snake hadn't managed to break my flesh with any of her bites, I thought maybe I didn't get any of her poison in me.

I went back to dad and her fiance. There was now 2 of my aunts and my grandmother (tho she didn't look the same as she does in this life). My other aunt said my granny has 3... Something (minute, hour, day, week, month, year) to live. I just went "hhm" when dad pointed my other aunt. She has been in a surgery. Both of her breasts had old dry blood and LOTS of stitches, there was long cuts with stitches on her sides and long cross shaped cut with stitches in the middle of her stomach. Dad told me there had been huge tumor in her which had eat lots of muscles from the inside. Again I was like "hhm".

Now dad's fiance noticed my wrists, looking at them, forcing me to go see a doctor. So I left - with 2 men who were her friends and now my guides, making sure I would go see a doctor. However I never saw their faces and the feeling... They were both nice, yes, but they didn't feel like they were humans. They felt more like they were characters from a game, a movie or anime. I still feel them and they have similar vibe to the elves in LOTR. Taller of them was more steady, silent and calm with his long silverish hair, while the other one kept talking a lot, having great sense of humor. And while he was more "wild", he was still steady too.

We walked through a house, ending up in mustard colored room upstairs. I stood another side of the bed when a third person came in, tossing some clothes on the bed, handing me some things what I could - and should - use to tie my hair with. He said they had antidote in them and by wearing them, they would remove the poison from my system. I still felt fine, but I decided to obey since he felt like a guy who would chew your head off if you didn't do what he ordered you to do since he took your wellbeing seriously - even that he acted all cold and grumpy.

I first tried to tie my hair on a ponytail. Couldn't do it. I then started to put on the shirt, but 1. It had many layers so it was hell confusing and 2. I still had my old shirt on. I started to giggle like if I was little tipsy as I opened my hoodie's zipper, trying to get my bra off. I said: "I almost dropped my bra."

Taller "elf" just stood by my side, not saying or doing anything while the shorter and younger one (he had spiky orange hair, reminding me of Gan Ning) reached his hand over the bed, grabbing on my right breasts. His face when he realized my breast(s) were real instead of fake ones! He looked a bit disappointed :'D like he didn't believe boobs can be big naturally! I even giggled at him, saying him that and he just groaned!

I managed to get the shirt on, looking the sky and clouds through window while laughing a bit. I said: "I don't know is it the poison, am I just too tired or is it them both together."

After calming down I looked at the small place outside. It was like a small English outdoor railway station with few small houses around it. Earlier I had seen people there, some shape-shifting to keep their identity hidden. On top of it, what I had heard someone talking, was that there was an evil force which was keeping their eyes on the place. Apparently because they knew I was either coming there or was there. Anyway! As I stared dark gray clouds passing the window by, smaller black cloud floated there with greater speed. I remember saying "a black cloud" and it instantly stopped, turning to look at me. I realized it was the evil force so I threw myself on the floor, flat on my stomach, but I heard it coming through the window, standing by my side. He spoke something to the "elves" who were with me, but I didn't hear the words clearly. When I tried to turn to look over my shoulder and see him, I was in another place.

In this place I was with sis and we both were going to see some employment office workers as well as a doctor. I had to charge my phone and when I did that, I saw a message from employment office that they will pay me 4 euros. I don't know why, but I was okay with it. Then I went to some desk to talk with a lady. It was over in few seconds and when I was leaving, she yelled after me, giving me "a egg map" for next Easter!... Okay...? :'D Next I met with sis but she was still waiting to see a doctor.

And that's when I woke up.

#Text #Dream #Weird dream #Neis dream #Wtf? :'D

[arepii]

my head is all puffy and I´m tired. I´m severely depressed and I´m tired. I´m honestly surprised of myself for getting this far after a year of self isolation and crippling depression. 

It´s a heavy month for me already and as things come back into my awareness its...amazing, the amount of stuff that´s been held off at the shore of my consciousness. 

More less ten years ago, in April, I woke up, it was children´s day, we got ready for the party at our elementary and then we went to my mom´s clinic. As usual, it was a friday, so we went to our granny´s house to stay the weekend. We didn´t worry about our clothes because our mother had done them for us, my sis and I when we went back to eat. She cried and we didn´t understand why, but we hugged her and told her we loved her. 

The weekend passed and it was already time to go to school and so, my mother drove two hours to get us to school and two hours back at night to go back to my granny´s. I was a dumb kid, I didn´t know that friday would be the last day we spent at home. Or that it would be the last I would see my dad in a long, long time. 

It really took me a lot of time to understand the consequences of leaving my home that abruptly, without explanation and none of my things. How it did affect me despite my sister assimilating it with “don´t cry. tough it out” and like, of course, im good at masking. but im also so good at ignoring body reactions. And the one I had was, bluntly put, pathetic. 

But it was really the only way I could actually let it out without being shamed or shunned or whatever, by the people around me. Because you gotta understand divorces are not something that you can control or can do something about. It was for the better of everyone, after all. 

I don´t wanna hate myself for that reaction anymore. I was a kid who was left alone to fend for themself after a shocking event. It wasn´t my fault my body reacted when my head couldn´t make me say something. 

It wasn´t the best, but it was the best 10 year old me could do. 

I would have loved there wasn´t any alienization from both parts, and constant discussions about money, but that´s what pulled them apart and that´s also not my fault. I was a kid. They were the adults. And none of us knew how to handle this situation without angering at each other. 

Idk if I can forgive them yet, I can understand them, but right now, I don´t care about their process at all. I care about my own. And I´m angry and I´m sad and disappointed, but also want to forgive myself for reacting the way I did back then. 

Now that I´m older, I still depend on them, but less. I don´t have to seek them out to be valuable, I help when I want and can. I can´t rely on them as much as they rely on me, but even if sometimes I fall out with my health, and still get yelled at for that, I will try to stop blaming myself for not meeting up with their expectations. They never met mine anyways.

#im salty #vent #childhood trauma #moya rambles #trauma recovery tw #reflection #childhood trauma tw

[cyndecreativity]

Day 10 - Get Out of My Grove!

Leaves – “All I ever wanted.”

The grove she planted, imbued with magic, kept visitors from every encroaching on her land. She liked it that way. Until a stranger stumbles through the trees with a charming smile and terrible puns.

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The grove had bloomed beautifully that year. Pink and white and blue and red petals mixed with brown and green leaves littered the ground between the trunks. She did not brush them aside, stepped through them carefully to check water levels and bark health. Every tree lovingly tended to ensure they survived. Every tree a shrine to those that she lost. Lost because of her hubris, her naivete, her stupidity.

The Earth alerted her to another presence in the grove. She turned to find another Taurus, one hand lazily gripping a thin staff that he tapped to and fro, head a bit heavy as if unfamiliar with the weight of his horns. Though, she hoped, he is simply keeping his head low to avoid low branches.

“Good morning!” She jogged toward this new arrival. “Can I help you with something?”

He jumped at her voice and froze in his tracks, milky white eyes darting back and forth. “Ahoy? Pardon my intrusion, miss, I didn’t see you there.” A smile played on his lips, his other hand held forward.

She looked to his hand for a moment. “I see you enjoy a jape or two. Though I must ask, good stranger, how you ended up here.”

He waited a moment or two, his hand shifting slightly in search of hers, before he moved it to his staff. “On my feet?”

The soil around her rumbled ever so slightly until she allowed herself an annoyed chuckle. “Will I get a straight answer from you?”

His head turned downward, responding to the tiny vibrations in the ground. He focused on her voice and lifted his brow. “You possess magic, then? I suppose I will dispense with the pretense, then.” He cleared his throat and held his hand out again. “Eli Kol-… Eli will suffice. I simply walked, miss, without clear intent and with vague direction from… hopefully kind strangers. I apologize for my trespass, but, as you can see, I assume, I cannot.”

She nodded and took his hand. “Well met, Eli. I can, in fact, see. But this grove, here, should be protected from trespassers. I ask again; how did you end up here?”

He drew back his hand, brow furrowed. “I don’t understand. I have no magical ability left, and I never had the capacity to break through wards. Grove has a nice ring to it, though. I wish I could see the trees you protect. They are sure to be as beautiful as your voice.”

She started. Rarely did she receive compliments. She set her jaw. “Capricorn, then?”

His back straightened. “Wh-what…?”

She tapped his horns. “You do not hold yourself as if you are accustomed to these. And you said you had no magic ‘left’, meaning you had magic before. You were a fleshsculptor?”

He frowned. “Intuitive, aren’t you. Yes, I am a Capricorn. What will you do with me now that you know?”

She shrugged. “A lost blind Taurus wandered into my grove. The least I can do is bring him to my home and offer him a hot meal and a safe place to convalesce.” She moved beside him to place a hand on his arm.

His head tilted, ear following her movement. “Just like that?”

She nodded, muttered a small oh, and tugged on his arm. “Just like that. Come now, I have questions.”

He chuckled and allowed himself to be lead through the rows of trees. “So what kind of trees do you have here?”

Leaves and petals rustled under their boots. “All kinds.”

He lifted his staff to wedge it between his arm and shoulder. “You aren’t very forthcoming with information, miss.”

She glanced down to check their path. “You can stop calling me ‘miss’, too.”

A scoff. “What should I call you then? Ma’am? M’lady? Sis?”

She growled. “All I ever wanted was to be left alone with my sins. To tend my grove and repent. Instead, the Spirits have seen fit to guide you here to annoy me. Nevertheless, I am trying to be polite.” The Earth pulled her eyeline down. “Careful, there’s a bit of a mess of roots here.”

He hurriedly grabbed at his staff and poked at the ground to seek the difficult terrain. Together they guided him over it with minimal stumbling. The farmhouse stood in the distance, further than she remembered, and she set her jaw. She had wandered further than intended, lost in her thoughts. She sighed and pushed on, nearly dragging Eli along with her.

“In a hurry to get me out of here, I see.” He huffed a bit to catch up to her.

“Another jape?” She did not break stride.

He grunted as he struggled to keep up. “Not intentionally. But I suppose I’ve hit a nerve. What can I do to apologize?”

She looked back to him and found he had dropped his staff. She stopped immediately. Wind blew through the trees, spilling leaves and petals all around them. The rustling drew his attention, a few petals hit his face, and he lifted his head as if to look around. A smile spread on his features and she looked at him for the first time.

Handsome. Her chest tightened. The Earth did not use words very often. He looked like the hero out of a story, complete with the beautiful flowers and leaves around his portrait.

She released his hand, pulling his attention from the falling foliage, and moved to retrieve his staff. “I’m the one that should apologize. I haven’t had many visitors.” Her brow furrowed as she struggled to think. “Maybe even in decades.”

His hand felt calloused as she grabbed it to press the staff back into it. He chuckled. “I suppose I could call you Granny, then.” A giggle escaped her. He smiled. “It’s quite all right. Not many are happy to see a blind man, worried about all the responsibility of caring for him. And even less are happy to see a Capricorn.”

Her brow furrowed. “The stigma has not faded?”

One corner of his mouth lifted. “You must be very old, then. I do not know of a time that the Capricorn were not hated.”

She sighed heavily. “Well, Eli, I don’t hate you. Despite your many attempts at humor.” He guffawed. It tickled something in her chest. “And you can call me Helena.”

#zodiac #my wip #wip #zodiac chronicles #original content #original work #original characters #oc #ow #writeblr #fictober #flufftober #helena #finally #this was entirely by the seat of my pants #and way longer than i anticipated #but i liked the idea of the grove #and then it merged with another idea i liked of the protective forest #and i was like YEAH THIS IS GOOD SHIT #anyway #please enjoy

[lilacmoon83]

Witness Protection

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Chapter 5: Surprises

Mary Margaret leaned against the door frame with a dreamy look, as she listened to her husband sing to their daughter. David had a gorgeous voice and it was very soothing to Emma. And very sexy to Mary Margaret. Their daughter had been fighting sleep tonight and had extorted three bedtime stories from her father and a lullaby. She teased him about how he was such putty in her tiny hands. And he couldn't disagree. She was anxious on that night though, for she had something very special to reveal to him. So when Emma finally fell asleep, she felt the butterflies in her stomach and she eagerly kissed him once they were downstairs and behind the curtain where their bed was.

"Wow...someone is frisky tonight," he purred, as their lips parted and she bit her bottom lip.

"I am…" she agreed, as she unbuttoned his shirt and smoothed her hands along his bare chest.

"There's a bottle chilling in the fridge. Why don't you go get it and maybe I'll be wearing less clothes when you get back," she purred back. He grinned and kissed her again, as he hurried to the kitchen. He grabbed two wine glasses and opened the fridge. But instead of finding wine, he found a bottle of sparkling pear cider.

"Hey...you haven't drank any of this since…" he said, as he thought about it and trailed off. He looked back at her, his face filled with awe and hope. She had changed out of her clothes and into a maternity nightgown that she wasn't filling out yet, but he recognized it too. She nodded. He set the bottle and glasses down, before running toward her and sweeping her into his arms. She giggled, as he kissed her passionately.

"How far along?" he asked, as he carried her to bed, while kissing her again.

"Mmm...well, I've only taken a pregnancy test, but I have all the symptoms. I'm going to get it confirmed tomorrow afternoon after lunch. I was hoping my handsome husband will join me," she replied. He grinned kissed her again.

"Oh, there is nothing that could keep me away, my darling," he said, as he lay her on the bed.

"I never imagined being as happy as you've made me," she gushed. He smiled.

"Me either...but let's see if I can make us even happier," he replied, as they melted into each other.

~*~

Weaver walked into Roni's bar late that evening. He knew she was getting ready to close, but they were friends and she never turned him or Rogers away, even after she flipped the closed sign.

"I haven't seen you look this bothered since Leopold Blanchard bought his way out of that conviction last year," Roni said, as she dried some glassware.

"I need a drink," he said and she complied by pouring him some brandy.

"What's going on?" she questioned, as he downed the liquid.

"I always track Blanchard's travel and his private jet touched down in Los Angeles earlier tonight," he replied.

"Okaaay...and that's bad why?" she asked.

"It's bad, because he wasn't on it. I just had it verified by one of my rat bastard moles," he replied with distaste.

"And can you trust this rat bastard?" Roni asked.

"Not really...but he's easily bought. Trust me, Smee is well paid and said that Leopold Blanchard wasn't on that plane," Weaver replied, as he put a stack of pages on the counter.

"But I think he was on this one," Weaver said, as he showed her the page.

"United flight to Portland, Maine...Leo White?" she asked in disbelief.

"He thinks this alias won't raise any red flags with me, but he was still foolish enough to fly business first class," Weaver replied.

"You're sure?" she asked with trepidation. He nodded.

"It's what my gut is telling me," he confirmed.

"Portland is only an hour or so from Storybrooke…" she feared, as she picked up the phone.

"Don't…" he said.

"What do you mean? We need to warn Mary and David!" she exclaimed.

"If we warn them...they'll run and Blanchard will just come back here once the trail goes cold. But...if we play this right, we can catch him once and for all," Weaver said. Her eyes widened.

"You want to use Mary and David as bait for him to slip up?" she asked in disbelief.

"I don't like it either, but we could take Leopold Blanchard out if we play this right. I've already called Rogers and we're leaving for Maine tonight," he said.

"Then you better buy another ticket, because I'm going with you," she said, as she did a shot. He smirked.

"Already did. Go pack," he said, as she went to do so.

~*~

Leopold's rental, a luxury model of course, slowly drove past a sign that said "Welcome to Storybrooke." His first impression was about what he expected. A small, recluse town that held none of the prestige and fine living that he knew in Seattle. He almost rolled his eyes and wondered how his daughter could be happy in such a Podunk spot. No skyscrapers, fine restaurants, or five-star hotels. The tallest building was a clocktower that didn't even work, judging by the time of eight-fifteen on the clock face. And there were a few generic eateries, including a diner, and one Inn of all things. It was incredibly disappointing that his daughter had settled for this, but he knew he had to play this right. If she saw him first, she'd run to her husband and they would be in the wind again, before he could blink. But if he could endear himself to her new friends, she couldn't reject him without making a spectacle.

He was almost certain that none of her new friends knew anything about her real past and any hostility toward him wouldn't make a lot of sense. Yes...it was high time that he and his daughter finally talked and he was certain this would make it happen. Only when the time was exactly right would he bring her and his granddaughter back under his control. And do away with her cop husband.

He started the morning by renting a room at the Inn and endearing himself to the elderly woman that owned it. He told her he was here to surprise his daughter and see his precious granddaughter. Widow Lucas was excited by such and invited him over to the diner, telling him that Margaret, her husband, and the baby were frequent customers. He agreed that it would be the perfect place for his "surprise".

~*~

Mary Margaret awoke that morning and realized she had slept in. But she wasn't worried, for it was Saturday and she was looking forward to spending the day with her baby. She turned over, finding her husband's spot empty, but he wasn't far and she spied him buttoning up his shirt.

"Good morning," she cooed. He smiled.

"Good morning to you too, beautiful," he replied, as he leaned down and kissed her tenderly.

"Early patrol?" she asked.

"Yeah, I promised Graham I would, but I'll meet you and Em for lunch at the diner. Then we'll go to the hospital for your appointment," he replied excitedly. She smiled.

"That sounds great," she agreed, as she heard Emma in the living room, as she laughed at the cartoon on television. It was one of the sweetest sounds in the world and soon they would have two of those precious sounds.

"She's eating her Cheerios and I've still got a few minutes if you want to shower quick," he said.

"Thanks baby," she said, as she got up and headed for the bathroom.

~*~

"I got here as soon as I could, but I still don't have a sitter that can stay with Alice for more than a few hours," Rogers said, as he burst into Roni's bar early that morning.

"It's okay...we'll bring her with us," Weaver responded.

"I can watch her when needed," Roni confirmed, as he saw a redhead, also with a toddler, behind the bar.

"You better be going if you're going to make your plane," Zelena urged, as she stood behind the bar.

"Thanks for doing this, Zelena," Roni said.

"No problem, sis...now go," she said, in annoyance.

"Bye bye Robin…" Roni said, as she kissed her niece and then took Alice from Rogers, while he proceeded to load their bags into Weaver's car, before they took off for the airport.

~*~

Mary Margaret pushed Emma in the stroller, along Main Street. She gave nods and returned friendly waves, as she passed people. She loved her new home and their quiet life. She loved walking down the street and how everyone knew her. Many stopped to dote on Emma a bit and exchange pleasantries. Honestly, Mary Margaret thought places like this only existed in Hallmark movies.

She stopped at a few shops, bought Emma a few things, as she was growing so fast and then quietly gushed over all the baby stuff. She had so much fun with it the first time around that she knew it would be the same this time.

But when she walked into the diner, reality slammed into her again and reminded her that this wasn't a movie and that her quiet life was really one in witness protection. And she had been found.

"Oh Margaret...you're here! Surprise!" Ruby and Granny exclaimed, as they gestured to her father, who sat calmly in a booth, sipping at some coffee. But she was anything but calm. There was a raging storm inside her and she plucked Emma up out of the stroller.

"What...what are you doing here?" she questioned. He smirked.

"Just visiting my beautiful daughter and my equally lovely granddaughter. Your wonderful friends were very excited to help me keep my surprise under wraps," he replied in an even tone. Mary Margaret looked at her friends and they looked excited for her. But then why wouldn't they? They really had no idea about her past and just who her father was, let alone what he had done.

"I got you a hot cocoa with cinnamon and I can fill Emma's sippy cup with milk if you want?" Red offered.

"Um...sure, thanks Ruby," Mary Margaret said, distractedly, as she handed her the sippy cup and shifted her daughter in her arms. Emma whimpered, as she sensed her mother's unease.

"Sit down, girl...and I'll get an order started for you. Will David be joining you?" Granny asked.

"Yes...David should be here any minute," Mary Margaret replied, as she looked her father in the eyes. Not aware of her stress, Granny bustled off to the kitchen, while Ruby returned with a sippy cup of milk for Emma, before leaving father and daughter to talk.

"How did you find us?" she demanded to know.

"It wasn't easy...this town isn't even on some maps. Which is why I'm sure your friend Captain Weaver chose it," Leopold replied.

"And what exactly are you trying to do by acting like you're some loving, doting father to my friends?" she hissed.

"I was those things, my dear...until you ran away and told the Police all those things about me," he responded.

"I told them the truth...that you are a monster and just being near you again makes my skin crawl," she hissed in return.

"Please Mary...I came to make amends,"

"Amends?!" she hissed.

"You tried to have my husband killed, on more than one occasion!" she continued, still speaking quietly enough so as not to cause a panic.

"But I came myself this time. I want to put this messy business between us to rest," Leopold claimed.

"I walked in on your killing someone and then you tried to assault me," she reminded.

"And I am asking for your forgiveness. I want to be in your life again...and my granddaughter's life as well," he stated. But she didn't buy it and got up from the table.

"Don't walk away from me, Mary...you and your husband will not make it very far if you run this time," he warned. And she looked at him in alarm.

"Have you done something to David?" she questioned, but she sighed in relief, as David walked into the diner at that moment.

"David…" she whimpered, as he saw her father sitting in the booth and his eyes widened. He was by her side in an instant and touched the handcuffs on his belt, just as Granny brought plates of food out.

"Here we are...lunch for this little family reunion. Enjoy," she said.

"Yes...let's sit down and have a family meal together. I assure you that you want to hear what I have to say," Leopold stated calmly. David looked at her and she nodded reluctantly to him, conveying everything to him with her expression. He put a hand on the small of her back and they slid into the booth across from him.

"If you're here to try and take my family from me, then you're in for one hell of a fight that I promise you'll lose," David stated firmly. Leopold smirked in amusement.

"I'm not here to take anything, Detective. Oh, I'm sorry...I guess it's Deputy now," the older man responded.

"Then why are you here?" David asked.

"To put this family back together," Leopold claimed. But neither of them bought that for a second, but they did know that simply running at this point would be ill advised. Leopold likely had people waiting for them to do so and in this instance, staying put was actually safer. No, they had to play this just right until he could contact Weaver and Rogers. And also very publicly. Their new friends had no idea what Leopold was really like and David sensed that the older man wanted to keep his past under wraps for now. That meant they would have to play nice too in order to keep this from escalating to a bad place. So that's what they would do...for now. No more running. This was their home and he was tired of this man looming over them. They would stand against him once and for all and by the end, he was determined that Leopold Blanchard would be going to prison for the rest of his life...

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Wakanda Got Y’all Pt. 2

[Black Panther x Insecure Mashup]

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Part 1

Issa stands in front of the mirror.  Her hair still fresh and moisturized, skin glowing, outfit popping (as much as it can for business).  She takes a deep breath to commence her final touches.

Listen here, sweetie, ain’t nobody got time for this.

You either gonna be down, or you can walk, sis.

Bald head, bad ass bitches don’t phase me.

They don’t know nothin bout this Westside, we brazy!

Don’t be expecting no rose petals for ya feet.

Soothe your sole with this heat and hard ass concrete.

But once this meeting done, don’t run off, thinkin we through.

I’m tryna see, daddy, what the fuck up with you?

Call me Hogwarts Express, cuz I need 9 ¾

Your cousin too, my pussy been on Hoarders.

“Issa!!  If you don’t bring your ass on!”  Molly calls out from the living room.  Issa snaps out of her rap, cursing under her breath.

“Shit, why you so damn loud!”  Issa takes out her lippie stick, applying a subtle nude color to her lips.

“Bitch, I heard your whole damn concert in there.  Quit wastin’ time.   This baddie turns back into a potato with a quickness.”  Molly polishes off her pregame drink and digs through her purse for her compact.

“Aight, granny.   How I look?”  Issa does a spin.  Navy blazer, hip hugging pencil skirt, with a white crop top that covers her midsection just enough.

Molly leans back, giving a look of surprised approval.  “Mk!  I see you!  Perfect business to play outfit.  Cuz that blazer can come off, roll that crop top up a little, and pull that skirt down a touch, and you clubbin!”

Issa sticks her hip out, pointing to Molly, “You know it, bitch!  Aight, let me pour a drink and we can be out.”

Molly looks at her phone, waving Issa down, “Uh uh, we ain’t got the time, come on.  Kellie waiting for us.”

“Wait, what?  Why is Kellie there?”  Issa asks.

“She down there for happy hour with her co-workers, so she glad we can water down the whiteness around her.”  Molly says as she opens the front door.

Making their way to the bar, Issa gets a text from Frieda.  “Ok, Molly, I’ll see you in a bit.  Frieda already has a table with the guys.”

Molly nods, “Ok.  I’ll hang with Kellie then you just give me the cue for me to stumble on y’all with the ‘Oh my God!  I didn’t know you’d be here!’ shit.”  She says with the emphasis of a hair flip.

Issa sucks her teeth, “Girl calm yourself down.  I got you.”  

Issa sees Frieda with T’Challa and Erik, waving excitedly, “Hey Issa!  You made it!”  

T’Challa stands up, still wearing his trademark long coats with embellishments.  “Thank you for coming.  You look lovely.”

Issa smiles a little too goofily, “No, you look really great.  They have a coat check, you know where we came in at?”

Erik laughs into his drink, “I told yo ass you overdressed.  Wassup Is?”  He leans back, flashing his golds, chain gleaming.

Issa sits down.  “I didn’t mean it like that, I just-”

T’Challa waves his hands, “You don’t have to apologize.  I know you meant well.  I have not caught up with American fashion outside of jeans and hoodies yet.”

Erik chimes in, “And you just askin for a stop and frisk with that one, cuz.”

“We actually had a talk on police involvement with minorities in the community.”  Frieda says smiling.

Erik turns to her glaring, “And how’d that work out for ya?”

Frieda smirks tucking a hair behind her ear, “I say it went pretty good.  The dialogue got a little rowdy but I feel like the police chief really heard our concerns and-”

“‘Our’?  Oh, they your concerns too, Farrah?”  Erik asks.  T’Challa places a hand on Erik’s shoulder to signal him to ease up.

Issa continues to clean up Frieda’s words, “She means the concerns of We Got Y’all as a program that helps minorities in a majority of the time.  And though the talk was thought provoking and engaging, it still has yet to be seen where police reform has begun.  A kid just got arrested last week.  A guy got shot before that and was charged for assaulting the officer when his camera so happened to be off; and the cop was never charged.  So…”

Erik nods, waving down a bartender.  “That’s real.  Whatchu drinkin, need to lighten your mood up.”

T’Challa looks at Erik sideways, “Issa is talking about things that you never stop talking about.  What is the problem with that?”

“Listen, are we trying to promote police reform or teach these kids to read and give em some food?  Like, we hella left right now.”  Erik says tossing his toothpick.

Frieda nods, “Erik is right.  That is why I brought some samples of our programs brochures listing our services to keep us on track and you all can add or ask about what is there!”  The waiter comes over to get a drink orders for the table.

Over at the bar Molly is sipping, waiting for Kellie to break from her crowd and join her.

“Can I get beer please, whatever is on tap is fine.”  A deep voice orders beside her.

Molly looks up and sees a tall, thick, chocolate shake towering at the bar.   She looks away, eyes bucking with excitement as she smooths her hair and sits up a little straighter and turning her body towards him a little and accidentally bumping his leg.

“Oh, sorry about that.”  Molly looks at him expectantly.

He looks down at his leg and back at Molly, “It’s alright.  No harm done.”

Molly twists in her seat smirking, “None at all.  No harm in hearing that voice speak again either.”

He nods looking smug, “Ahh, you are good, I see you.”

Molly offers a hand, “Good to be seen.  I’m Molly.”

“I am M’Baku.”  His hand envelopes hers completely.  

She shivers at the thought of them gripping her up but keeps it cute.  “Ohhh, you are M’Baku!  My friend Issa is supposed to be meeting two guys here for work.  They mentioned you.”

M’Baku’s beer arrives and he sits down.  “Right.  I was drug along to just experience some of the town more than for business.  Though I support T’Challa’s cause.”

Molly nods to seem intrigued, “Yeah, of course.  And Issa is lucky to be working with an international monarch such as himself to help the community here.  It’s crazy.”

M’Baku chuckles to himself.  “A monarch, like he is the only one.”

Molly furrows her brow.  “Well, he is King of, what is it, Wakanda right?”

M’Baku sips his drink breathing deeply in thought.  “Technically yes.  It just takes some getting used to since he is so new to it.  He has a lot to learn, and I think I have something to do with that.”

“Are you one of his secondhand men?  I don’t know what you would call it, but you help him?”  Molly plays with her drink.

M’Baku clears his throat, putting more bass in his tone, “Second to no one,I lead my own people and represent them in order for Wakanda to keep some humanity within itself for its diverse tribal set.  It can get lost on them that we are not all the same, thinking the same.”

Molly warms up to M’Baku’s critical thinking, “That is a good point.  Wow, you are so-”

“GIRL!  Those white folks would NOT let me GO!  Being the only Black always makes you the life of the party and shit I’m tired.”

Molly looks to her other side to see Kellie ordering from the bartender.  “They wear you out, Kels?”

“Somehow I am more tired from boredom than I ever been having fun.  What gives with that?” Kellie’s drink comes through and she downs it.  M’Baku sits up, leaning to look over at Kellie.  “How are you this evening, Miss?”

Molly clears her throat, “Oh, Kellie, this is M’Baku.  He is one of Issa’s work associates colleagues.”

Kellie pauses giving M’Baku the once over, “Where you from, sounding like the leader of a free world I want to move to?”

M’Baku flashes a smile bigger than Molly has seen yet. “I am from Wakanda.  Have you heard of it?”

Kellie screws her face up shaking her head, “Mm-mm.  I ain’t ready for the Motherland yet.  I can’t handle them many marriage proposals at once.  I know y’all like ya women plump to pump.”

Molly’s eyes widen as she turns to Kellie embarrassed.  “Kellie??  What the fuck.  Stop throwing around stereotypes like that!”  Molly turns to apologize to MBaku but he is gone.  Looking back to Kellie, she sees he is next to her now.

“Stereotypes aside, you are not far from the truth with me, umhle.”  M’Baku takes Kellie’s hand, eyes smoldering as he kisses it.

Kellie clutches her pearls turning to Molly, “See what the hell I’m talking about?  These curves are catnip!  Ugh, my curse, but oh well!  M’Baku, was it?  Do you have a social standing where you are from?”

M’Baku stands a little taller with pride, “I am leader of the Jabari tribe.  Wakanda’s fiercest warrior, unmatched.”

Kellie grabs her purse, “Ok, Baku, come on.  Let’s walk and talk about this a little bit.  Molly, it’s been fun.  This cat bout to try and get stuck up a tree.”

Molly sits there. Mouth agape, “Kellie!  You not really-”

Kellie looks back at her, arm hooked with M’Baku’s who is looking down at her with admiration, “I can, and I will until this trunk is demolished.  M’Baku, you don’t mind a little forestry on your women, right?”

As they walk out, Molly is at the bar alone yet again as she orders another drink.  This broken pussy phase just won’t leave her.

Issa looks back at the bar to see Molly chilling by herself and gets concerned.  The meeting with everyone is looking like it’s about done.

Frieda collects her brochures satisfied.  “We covered quite a bit today.  Thanks T’Challa for the budgeting advice and Erik we will consider some of your program ideas.  I’ll try my best for the gun range trip but I can’t make any promises.”

Erik shrugs, “As long as it’s you talking to another you, I can’t see how it’ll fail.  Just don’t say it was my idea and you got this Felicity.”

Frieda smiles, “It’s Frieda but thank you for the vote of confidence.  Issa I’m going to call it a night, are you all sticking around or….”

Issa looks to them and to Molly, “Yeah, we probably won’t be long but I think we’ll be here.”

Frieda says her goodbyes leaving Issa with T’Challa and Erik.  T’Challa looks at her with warmth, stirred by the alcohol, whereas Erik is sitting back wide legged just waiting for an opportunity.

“Hey um, Erik, can you get order me something from the bar?  I haven’t seen a waiter in forever.”  Issa asks trying to get alone time with T’Challa.

Erik plays with another toothpick in his mouth, “You got legs don’t you?”

Seeing his smirk, Issa busts an eye roll.  T’Challa says, “And people think I am the heathen for where I am from.   I could get it for you, if you would like?”  As T’Challa goes to stand, Issa puts a hand on T’Challa’s, shook by her own actions, “No!  Uhhh.  It’s fine.”  As T’Challa sits back Issa texts Molly the SOS to come through.  Molly comes over and sits with a depressed plop.  “Hey, y’all.”

Erik takes notice of Molly.  “Who are you?  This ya girl, Is?  Steppin out on me?”

Issa clicks her tongue, “I’m not gay, Erik.  This is Molly, my best friend.  What’s wrong with you, girl?”

Molly shrugs, “I thought I had something to lockdown with one of they little friends.”  Molly waves her hand lazily toward T’Challa and Erik.  “But Kellie swooped in on him.”

T’Challa looked at Molly incredulously.  “M’Baku came out of his shell that fast, eh?”

Molly snaps her fingers, “Soon as she sat down he was enraptured.”

Erik looks at Molly, leaning back and to the side to check her out under the table. “I understand the feelin.  I never introduced myself, I’m Erik.”  

Molly takes his hand hesitantly, “Nice to meet you.  So, y’all cousins but don’t sound like you all from the same area.”

Erik shakes his head slowly, “Nah we ain’t, princess.”

Molly leans over to Issa, “Princess?  He forget my name already?”

T’Challa cuts in, “That is just his signature name for girls he is interested in.  It usually just annoys them at first mention.”  He says while side-eyeing Erik.  “Whereas I can actually make someone a Princess, so it is much more appealing.”  T’Challa takes his drink looking at Issa, who looks away nervously at the implication.

Erik sucks his teeth, “Aight, enough with that royal bullshit.  I just know what a future Queen looks like when I see one.  Respectable and shit, what you do for a living?”

Molly wags a finger, “Nah nigga, list your credentials first.”

Erik sits up chin pointed toward Molly, “Aight then.  Naval Academy grad, double majoring in Physics and Mechanical Engineering. Special Ops in the Navy, taking a break from that though now.”

All Molly heard was ‘engineer’ and benefits.  “You know what, as a lawyer, it couldn’t hurt for you to have my number in case of anything.”  She digs out her business card, writing her cell on the back of it.

Erik takes it, kissing it. “Got you.  Never know.”

T’Challa turns to Issa, “Can I walk you out?  Unless you were staying, I’m about to head out.”

Issa shakes her head emphatically, “No!  Not at all.  Molly’s my ride though so….”  Issa looks to Molly.  Molly give Issa a look pointing her head at Erik.  Issa looks at the card she gave Erik and a stern look.  Molly  rolls her eyes getting up.  “Uhhh yeah, long day at the office tomorrow so…”

Erik comes around to her side of the table as she stands up.  “Ain’t nothin wrong with work hard.  Builds character...and a sweat.”

Molly gets a full view of Eriks physique and height and has to fight back a Joker smile.  “You know that’s what I am known for; my stamina.  No matter how big the job, I don’t give up until it is done!”

T’Challa looks between Erik and Molly confused.  Issa takes notice.  “All right!  Hard workers in the house, woooo!  Let’s go!”

Walking outside, the group makes it to the car; Erik and Molly on the driver’s side, Issa and T’Challa on the other.

“So, let me thank you once again for taking on this task with me.  I feel less like a fish out of water with you here.”  T’Challa says sincerely.

Issa looks at her feet, “No problem!  You guys are giving me fresh ideas and of course the funding is mad important so it couldn’t grow without input!”

T’Challa smiles, the apples of his cheeks pooping out so definitively.  Issa can’t help but smile back.  “Until next time Miss Issa.”  T’Challa holds out his hand shaking hers and holding it firmly.  Issa feels electric with his hand in hers as they look at each other, not sure how to move on.

“Aye!  Y’all done, let’s go!”  Erik is walking down the parking lot as he yells for T’Challa.  

Breaking the trance T’Challa waves goodbye to Issa and Molly.

Issa gets in the car, where Molly airs out her thoughts.  “Now you never said, they were that damn fine.”

Issa shrugs trying to sound cool.  “What am I supposed to say?  I don’t need a workplace harassment claim on my hands.”

Molly smiles shaking her head as she peels out the lot, “I still can’t believe Kellie swooped in on guy like that.  I thought we were connecting!  But Erik cool too.  He seem a little headstrong but-”

“Long as that HEAD strong, you good, right?  That’s what you were gonna say?”

Molly looks at her stone faced.  “And I did just start a new vitamin regimen to boost my levels.  I’m just missing one…”

“HE WANNA GIVE ME THAT VITAMIN D!”  they say in unison.

Part 3

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So I finished watching MLP Season 8 and...

….it´s actually not bad.

Yeah, I´m the first to admit I have to eat my words and agree the show hasn´t really gone down as much as I thought after the movie. I still hate it but the show itself remains good. Yes, there are more than a few mediocre or outright horrible episodes there but the good ones more than compensate.

I do believe that Dubuc is kinda out of her element on ponies, which may explain her use for an entire new cast aside from hasbro´s orders. The friendship school thing is done better than I though tough I still think is kinda stupid at moments.

Overall the balance is...fine.

I was expecting worse but it was an okay season.

I do hate that they explicitly mention the events of the movie but they´re STILL refusing to acknowledge the Equestria Girls ones. Come on Mccarty, stop being embarrassed ot the BETTER story!

Below the cut is my personal opinions of each episode with a dose of sarcasm if u want to read them but for the season as a whole I´ll give a 7/10 it was regular to me.

701-702:  “Girls, I want you all to work on my new school!”

“We have lives, Twilight”

ROLL CREDITS

So this wasn´t bad. I though Twilight was gonna be more selfish but she actually makes some fair points and owns to her mistakes here. What´s funny is that she doesn't act this way the rest of the season…

I still think the students are kinda lame but I like how they interact with each other and the episode itself was well handled.

Still, Twilight isn't perfect either since she refuses to have zebras or buffaloes or talking cats on her school. Hell, there aren´t even crystal ponies so she´s almost as bad the racist snape guy.

Kinda standard but good episodes.

7/10

703: “So sis, when are you gonna leave?”

“The town?”

“The show…”

I said it once, I´ll said it again, Maud overstayed her welcome. She´s no longer funny and feels like a creator pet by now.

That said the episode itself is actually really good.

Confalone GETS pinkie and gives he an actual character and this was honestly better handled that with Twilight.

Hell for a second I thought Pinkie was gonna have to deal with her own since her meeting with the guy has all the elements of a meet cute scene =P

I could live without the stupid opening scene but it seems even Pinkie realized Maud was being offensive to her audience there…

A really fun Pinkie episode to add to the pile

8/10

804 “thank you for calling me, Rarity. I can surely help you with all my sewing knowledge”

“Oh for this episode I´ll need you to forget about all that, darling and be completely useless”

So yeah, this was a waste of time.

So the mane six can´t help Rarity with her store but have plenty of time to go yell at Fluttershy?

And if Rarity hates the ponies of Saddle Row so much why does she enve sells them clothes?

I actually hate how they´re all portrayed cause they´re feeding the stereotype that people into fashion are shallow and petty and the whole point of Rarity´s character was to subvert that!

I only laughed at one joke in the whole episode.

So yeah another terrible fluttershy episode to add to the pile

2/10

805 The real reason Rainbow flies so fast...to escape her gay for applejack thoughts.

So a perfectly okay episode.

In other seasons it would have gone unnoticed but in this one it stands out for having solid writing.

It was fun and rainbow was very likeable here since she honestly seemed more concern about the grannies than anything.

It feels a bit stretched out but this is normal for a pony episode.

I do hope she kicks Applejack's behind the second she came back to town though…

A fun Rainbow episode.

7/10

806 “Girls, while you wasted time trying to help that kid with divorced parents I acciBURPddentally destroyed a scared statue so we better run, you bastards!” then Twilight pulls a rick an actually leaves them behind =P

SO yeah a complete waste of time.

I understand the point but it doesn't work for me since it seems like they made the problem way too simple.

I also dislike the hippogriffs on principle since i find I them really lame characters so…

Oh and this episode has the WORST song in the entire show. Hell is not even a song, is just words with music behind it.

So yeah, pretty lame episode.

2/10

807 “See Twilight, Sunset would have just told me things straight to my face! Then try to stab me in the back but the point remains…”

I already talked about this back when it aired and yeah, my opinion hasn't changed.

This isn´t a Celestia episode, is another of Twilight´s poorly made panic attacks ones.

We learned absolutely nothing about Celestia, she learns nothing at all and we wasted twenty minutes of our lives.

For a fan of the character, waiting nine years for this is nothing but an insult.

The saddest thing is knowing that the show will end without having a proper celestia episode.

So yeah, a total waste of time with only the adorable sunbutt to save some face

4/10

808 “You noticed all the wanted posters for you on the way here, Starlight?”

“No, actually not”

“yeah me neither, good thing you´re friends with a princess…”

Really, how come Starlight is NOT a wanted criminal? The episode could have dealt with her hometown disowning her but nope, is just a kinda lame sitcom situation.

Hell, it would have been better if we´re told the parents hooked up and now Starlight and Sunburst feel all kind of awkard but nope.

i suppose there´s like a moral lesson in here but the episode was so dull I don't even remember it.

It could have been a better story but it amounts to nothing.

3/10

809 “And to think this all started over a parking lot…”

“you don´t even need the parking lot, Rainbow!”

THAT would have been a better premise…

So yeah, remember season 1? Cool ,cause this is the exact same episode. Nothing new added and nothing interesting happens.

Go watch the leaf episode instead, is way better.

3/10

810 “Wait, Big Mac has a what now? How come nopony told me? Do I look like a jealous sister or something?”

“the shotgun isn't helping, AJ…”

Have they really interacted these two? I mean, don´t want a repeat of the same storyline. Infact, showing that Applejack and Sugar whatever get along well will be an interesting episode.

Far more interesting than this for sure.

I was bored the entire time and shut up, sweetie Belle. You'll be lucky to have Snips…

Another time waster.

2/10

811 “Spike, can´t you just masturbate like a regular teenager? I mean you have your own room now so it won´t be weird for me anymore…”

Again, remember season 2? Go watch that instead.

It even made more sense back then but now spike not knowing “how to dragon” has become a huge plot hole cause there´s absolutely no reason for him not to know these things so this entire conflict is pointless.

Oh and him having wings is something I don't really like.

Explain how he didn't have those during season 2 when he grew, hasbro! ANother lame Spike episode to the bad spike episodes pile.

2/10

812 “Girls, you rather go to a school where you dont´do any homework, play games all day, het to eat delicious food..actually I´m leaving too, school closed!”

So yeah do they do anything at Twilight school other than waste time? No wonder the CMC want to go there! Wasting time is their entire MO nowadays since they have their marks!

Prety standard episode, is honestly just to introduce the villain.

The only really fun thing is the “your mom” bit, I would have approved her out of that alone.

It´s okay, sadly can´t say more.

6/10

813 “Evil clones, what was I thinking? Dinosaurs, that´s a proper supervillain plan!”

MEH I mean it´s an okay episode but when you get to it is just repeating stuff from the first discord episode, nothing new. nothing gained.

That should be the motto of this season.

MEH

6/10

814 “Discord, what part of go to hell don´t you get?”

“The part where you forgot to tell me to stay there”

This episode is horrible!

What´s the moral lesson, be an asshole and get away with everything?

WHy the hell does Starlight apologizes? Why is HER problem that Discord feels bad? The idiot should take it on Twilight and she ahs a perfect reason not to let him in the school..Discord is an asshole! As this episode demonstrated!

Can he just...leave, please?

Worst episode of the season.

1/10

815 “Twilight, shouldn't we invite Zecora one of these days?”

“You wanna explain Kwanzaa to the viewers, Rainbow?”

ZZZZZZZZZ

Oh what? Oh yeah this episode.

Look I get the point and being objective there's nothing wrong with this episode but my god, tiw as boring!

Just the same bit repeated over and over and over and over…

Whatever, technically there's nothing wrong with it but I didn't like it.

6/10

816 “So mono means one and rail menas...no wait, wrong scam. Calls dismissed!”

“Slow down bro, so who´s the princess of friendship then?”

“The one with the eyepatch!”

“BLAST!”

So...a perfectly normal episode.

Again, this show always suffers from not having a b plot going on so the conflict get  a bit stretched but as an episode, it was well done.

Hey snape is right that Friendship IS a weapon in this universe, glad someone finally mentioned it.

There´s actually a good moral lesson about how no matter if the lessons are good if the methods are fraudulent which coming from Hasbro is the ultimate irony.

Flim Flam are kinda overdone at this point but it still works.

7/10

817 “Remember that time you left me in the desert with pinkie?”

“Oh sure, everything looks bad when you remember it…”

Actually a pretty good episode.

I mean the premise relies on twilight´s students being borderline sociopaths (guys, is not that complex of an idea, friends can disagree on things) but the episode itself it was really fun and the Raridash wa adorable.

I honestly liked it.

8/10

818 “I mean we could have get you a teacher and encouraged to get better through a montage but insulting you and hurting your feelings seemed like a better idea, pinkie”

Way to handle a problem, girls!

What part of this is supportive” pinkie? Your friends were assholes to you that made you feel bad so you stop bothering them and then come looking for you because is a problem for THEM?

There´s a better lesson about admitting you may not have the talent for something, which is a lesson that kids DO need to learn but since the problem is solved with a “who cares?” the moral lesson doesnt´work and nobody really learns anything here.

Who approved of this crap?

2/10

819 “I say someone must have  said a funny because your mother is in stitches hahaha! I´ll leave you to your grief, Starlight.”

Finally a good episode!

Actually an excellent one. Coupled with a catchy song and really good dialogue, my man Haber can make a really good episode when he wants.

I have zero complains this was the best episode of the season.

10/10

820 “That´s it I´m taking you to your parents or in its defect your lesbian aunts that cannot be seen in the show due to television censorship policies!”

I´m sorry but cootalo was a brat the entire episode in need of a good spanking.

Rainbow did absolutely nothing wrong and that gid set gogin around here is full of lies.

If anything she was a bit rash over the fact that yeah, the little girl she sees a sister suddenly is throwing her away...again, cause she did it with the maredowell thing also. Funny they didn´t mention it, probably to appease the fandom.

As an episode is nothing bad, Rainbow actually comes out great here so yeah, Scootaloo, you're grounded..as in put in a hole in the ground.

Good episode

8/10

821 “All me friend are long dead…”

“Yeah yeah, lovely. Fill this form here, big guy…”

What's wrong with Twilight this episode? Why is she such an insensitive idiot?

It was pretty clear the obvious solution was just giving him a classroom with no walls and guess what, that´s what she does alter on so what gives?

And why are SPike and SMoulder allowed to burns the school every day?

An dhow come Rockhoof has no job in “modern equestria”? there used to be plenty of things wanting to eat the ponies every week, did they disappear in between seasons or what?

Really stupid episode that only works by everybody bieng assholes to an actually nice guy.

2/10

822 “Look at the bright side Rainbow. We got replaced by a new cast but at least we didn't die horrible on the movie like the transformers did…”

grumble grumble this is actually a really good episode.

I mean I could argue they have already dome similar stuff but it make sense here. The tree of harmony finally gets some light on it and this actually helps make the students look less lame by giving them character so...yeah, it´s actually really good.

Damnit.

9/10

823 “Oh shoot we forgot to invite them to the school!”

“It's okay, Twilight forgot to invite like half of the country as well…”

grumble grumble another really good episode!

I honestly though this episode was gonna suck but it turns out to be one of the best.

It´s obviously a previously unaired episode that they managed to shove into here but is actually a really good so I have zero complains about it.

The kirin is actually really cute and I liked the song so…

9/10

824 “So kid have you seen stuart little?”

“No.”

“Then this whole thing is gonna be new for you…”

So yeah...as an episode is okay but I´l argue that even the target audience could saw this coming a mile away.

My only real problem is that Spike barely apologizes to TWilight despite hurting her so much. Why is he such a brat? Twilight is nothing but a loving and supportive sister to him, look at that opening scene, si so lovely an touching!

Why does the show keep treating Twilight caring for her sibling and treating him like an equal as a bad thing? She even offers to let him go and learn more about his culture, she is supporting and loving why do they keep treating her like she´s doing a bad thing? and again kind of a big plothole nowdays  with dragons going around Equestria with no problems.

Other than that is a fine episode.

7/10

825-826 “Since we´re stuck here where the little filly´s room?”

“There is no little filly´s room in tartarus…”

“NOOOOOOO!”

Really, who built this prison Barry allen? Give them a bucket at least .

Again...actually really good episodes.

The action was good,the stakes were high, while that poor manticore shouldn't be there I still like the good detail than monsters have been kept her since past seasons and than the mane six honestly don´t hold a grudge against them, hope there´s an actual redemption arc down the line and they don't just forget about them like with the other villains,

Speaking of that, Cozy is probably the best vilian on the entire show.Hell, she´s better than Thanos cause she doesn't have an stupid justification, she just want s POWAAAAA! And she´s damn adorable and effective, she almost won.

Still They missed a chance to say that the missing magic was going to the human world to tie things up with Equestria girls for once and who the hell delivers letters to tartarus anyways?

The finally more than makes up and gives almost everyone a chance to shine so I like it. The mane six were treated with a LOT more respect than in the damn movie that's for sure.

Good solid episodes.

8/10

So that´s season 8, is not that bad honestly.. Had they had a better focus it would be better. Continuity is still a bit of a mess and just saying past stuff doesn't count but hey they´re trying.

Now I have like 40 Equestria Girls episodes to catch up though…

#MLP season 8

[shewantedtobeasecretgirl]

3. Pleased to meet you a. k. a. androids, reserved groupies, gentlemen and rude boys (Part One)

„Mom, are you asleep?” I whisper as I sneak in her room.

“Not anymore…” she sighs. “I’ve hoped since you turned five that one day you’ll realize how unnecessary this question is…”

“Sorry… I…I go back to sleep…” I feel suddenly guilty for waking her up in the middle of the night.

“I’m just kidding, come here, sweetie!”

I slip under the cover on the other side of the bed and crawl next to her. I can’t understand how she can still sleep in this large bed. Effie and I have maintained the habit of sometimes visiting Mom’s bed when we want to feel like children again, which is maybe pathetic and implies the urgent need of a psychotherapist but makes me feel safer than anything. I smell Dad’s scent on the pillow, which is probably only the cruel product of my mind as the cover of it got washed at least two hundred times since then. I swallow a salty teardrop to prevent myself from crying.

“Mom…”

“Hm?”

“I can’t sleep…”

“Of course you can’t sleep. If you could I would start worrying if you got kidnapped by aliens who put you through a brainwashing or replaced you with an android.” she remarks sleepily.

“Thanks… do you even know what androids are?” I slap back.

“Who do you think I am? Of course I know. Mr. Taylor is a huge sci-fi fan so every time I visit him he makes me check the whole building since he’s convinced that aliens are hiding in his home. Once he even got me to crawl under his bed, of course I didn’t find any aliens. But what I did find were his denture for which we had been looking desperately for almost two weeks. As for androids, he suspected me being one as well since I bought him raspberry yoghurt by chance instead of the strawberry-flavored sort which is his favorite. So please, don’t question my knowledge about androids.”

“And how can you be sure that I’m not an android who’s trying to trick you by saying she can’t sleep?”

“I give up… You’re worse than my clients…” she yawns.

“But at least I can change my own diaper without help…” I snicker, which makes her snort too.

“So what’s the matter? You’re already stressed out by the possible events of the next few months?”

“I don’t know. If something happened to Effie while I’m away and I couldn’t help her, I would never forgive myself.”

“You don’t have to feel guilty for leaving us. Actually, I’ve never told you but I’m as much concerned about you as about Effie’s health.”

“About me? But I’m okay, I’m healthy, I have a degree…”

“But you’re lonely and you live like a recluse. I’ve never heard you mentioning any friends from New York, you don’t see your high school friends anymore, you don’t have colleagues who you could go out with…”

“But Effie is actually my best friend, and…” I cut her off.

“I’m happy for having such wonderful daughters who are inseparable but you should start building your own life too…”

“Oh no, it’s about the “find a husband” thing, isn’t it? I can’t believe…” I sigh.

“No, ford God’s sake, no! I just think you narrow your world to your work and us and I don’t want you to feel later that you didn’t collect enough experiences…”

“With guys?”

“With everything! You don’t go out, you don’t travel anywhere, you don’t date but you’re 24. These supposed to be your most memorable years, don’t waste them, you’re can finally drink legally without any grey hairbreadth!” she nudges me encouraging. “But that’s why I’m glad you accepted the job offer. For the record, Effie agrees with me on that, she’s pretty much psyched about the whole thing and at least her brain is full of these thoughts instead of…”

“I know, she doesn’t leave me alone with her daydreaming… But those people seem to be quite different than me… I don’t know any of them but Karrie… They are probably surrounded by party faces who dance on the table or smoke one joint after the other. Not to mention the job part of it…”

“Why do you try to convince yourself about having made a wrong decision? You haven’t even met “those people” yet! Besides, I’ve known for some time you want to do something surprising, something that is out of your comfort zone. When you came out of your room after the conversation with Karrie, I saw on your face that this was it! But for some reasons you play your compulsory hesitation this time too…”

“Mom?” I interrupt her, not because she’s not right but because I know she can’t help me to get rid of this feeling. “How did you know it?”

“I’m your mother and mothers know everything. Or, I’m an android who can read in peoples mind. Or, both of us are androids and we were programmed by the same person, which created a special connection between us. But androids need to spend some time in sleep mode too…”

“Okay, I get it… Good night, Mom!”

“Good night, my android roadie!”

***

“Carefully with the old bag, my dear!” Granny moans while I’m trying to help her to get out of the car. Mom stands already at the trunk to hand her enormous backpack to Judy. It‘s almost larger than Judy although she sorted its content at least three times to reduce it to the most necessary clothes and personal belongings. Anyway, she’s to spend her next months with guys who share their stuffs and have worn the same shirts probably for months so it was easy to convince her about keeping her luggage as modest as possible. With a few necessary precautions…

Judy looks paler than usual and this effect is multiplied by the dark shadows around her eyes. She spent the last two weeks with preparing for her new job and to stay true to herself she took it very seriously. After the interview she literally panicked and begged me to call Victor, my former high school classmate who works at Rock Candy so that he would show her the basics of a sound system and the tasks of a rock band’s staff. She hung out there after work almost every evening and in the remaining time she was listening to Ten and the tapes with unreleased songs that Krisha gave her until she learnt them to the last note. She got labeled as a nerd by her classmates for reason, her perfectionism made her immediately worrying about the possible expectations of her new employers. But it’s kinda cute how tenacious she tried to become a perfect monitor engineer in two weeks with the same enthusiasm as she studied for being the valedictorian of her class. She can’t do anything in a low-key way.

As we enter the main hall of Sea-Tac Airport I notice that the check-in counter of Judy’s flight to Cleveland has already been opened. Get it over with fast, I don’t want to get too emotional. It’s inevitable, though, Granny will start crying anyway and Mom always cries when Granny cries and so on…

“I’ve got something for you, Sis!” I turn to Judy. I almost forgot about it, the other thing was on my mind all evening...

“Do I want to know about it?” she asks pretending to be desperate.

“It’s very funny… You don’t even deserve it. I’ve changed my mind, I keep it.” I shake my head reprovingly.

“A present? But you needn’t have…”

“It’s a very useful present, if I were you I’d take it…” Mom winks at me.

“So… I think you’ll know for what purpose… ” I place a small package onto Judy’s palm.

As she opens the little box wrapped in paper and recognizes its content her face lights up immediately.

“A mini tape recorder! Effie, this is awesome!” she captures me in a rib-breaking hug.

“But there’s a rule! I want to hear the newest stuffs while you’re away. There are more tapes, we can manage somehow that you always have one with you for recording your ideas. As I receive a tape I copy it and send it back to you, okay?”

“I don’t want to get them lost, we have to figure out the exact method… I don’t know if I’ll be able to find time to record my ideas... or if I’ll have ideas at all, I count with busy days… But if I won’t, I still can use it to that groupie thing!” she raises her eyebrows quickly a few times referring to our recent conversation.

“I’m sure that surrounded by so many musicians you’ll have more ideas than ever…”

“Just don’t forget to eat, sweetie.” Granny warns her. “When you’re busy, you tend to forget to eat. Didn’t you forget your sandwiches at home, did you?” Granny’s biggest fear before travels is that we’ll starve to death so she always makes sure if we have a detailed plan about our meals at least five days in advance.

“Granny, if I wasn’t able to get food when I’m hungry, I would have already died due to natural selection!” Judy gently strokes her shoulders but when Granny begins to share her advice and warnings, nobody can stop her.

“And be cautious with those men! Don’t let yourself get drugged and seduced!” Here we are; the Granny Show has started. I think my favorite part comes right next… I glance at Mom and I can see she’s trying to repress her laughter, just like me. By the way, Granny is always right…

“Those men? Granny, they’re just guys in their twenties!”

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about young lady!” Granny pokes Judy in the chest with her index finger. She leans closer to her and keeps pestering her more quietly. “Judy, my little star, it’s so embarrassing to ask this but someone has to do it… Do you have ‘that thing’ in your bag, don’t you?” Oh my God, this episode is better than I’ve thought.

“That thing? What is ‘that thing’?” Judy asks back suspecting she doesn’t want to know the answer.

“ ‘That thing’… you know… if it still happens… you have to take precautions, young men are so irresponsible nowadays… You know, I watch TV a lot, I’ve already heard a lot about that AIDS disease…” I see that Judy realized in the meantime what Granny was trying to say but she wants to trap her with the topic she came up with.

“Granny, I’m more and more confused. Please be more specific!” Judy plays the uncomprehending, innocent little girl. Mom turns in the direction of the departures board but the shaking of her shoulders reveals her.

“Judy, my dear, I’m talking about… you know…” Judy keeps waiting with an amused smile for her uttering the end of the sentence. “Condom!” she whispers in horror and at this point Mom, Judy and I erupt into a loud laughter, which makes her more embarrassed than the word she’s just said.

“First of all, I don’ think I would need ‘that thing’. I’m supposed to work with them, like ‘work’, literally. But if I still would, it’s rather the guy’s responsibility to be prepared. Aaand, if he’s not prepared but I can’t resist the temptation, there are bunch of ways of having fun to which you don’t need ‘that thing’. I’m sure you’re being a widow with one daughter and two granddaughters, there’s nothing new for you, Granny.” Judy grins, which makes Granny get close to fainting. Of course I know that Judy’s cheeky remark about sexual alternatives was only meant to freak her out, I’m sure as hell she would chicken out if someone tried to get so close to her that she would need ‘that thing’. But Granny is always right… And I took the precautions, Granny, even if you think you’re the only responsible adult in this family…

“Sorry Granny, I adore how much you’re concerned about me, I just can’t shut my big mouth.” she embraces her. “But I think I should go…” Judy is still wiping the teardrops of laughter from her eyes. Or are those already different kinds of teardrops?

While Judy is standing in the cue, I exchange a bitter look with Mom. Until now I was focused on Judy’s exciting perspectives and ignored the fact that I would miss her. Fuck, I’ll miss her a lot…

After finishing the check-in process she kisses and hugs all of us in a suspiciously short time and before we could get really touched she sets off with quick steps for the security check. Before entering the security zone she turns back for a second, sends an awkward wave to us and disappears in the crowd immediately.

***

“Sir… excuse me, sir… EXCUSE ME!” I have to repeat the same sentence more times, as usual. People at public places usually can’t hear me when I’m speaking to them, or even if they can, they misunderstand what I’ve said, which often leads to miswritten names, misheard numbers, wrongly taken orders.

“Oh, sorry… Good afternoon, Madame, may I help?”

The receptionist of the hotel turns to me distracted, as if he had woken up from a deep dream.

“As far as I know, I have a reservation for this night.”

“Your name, please?”

“Camden, Judith Emilia.”

“A moment, please… would you repeat it?”

I can’t believe that.

“Camden. C, A, M, D, E, N.” I spell and I can hear my voice getting sharper.

“Sorry, I can’t find your name in the book.”

“It’s maybe a group reservation. I’m a crew member of Pearl Jam.” I explain.

Suddenly his expression changes and his lips form a patronizing smile.

“I’m afraid, in that case I can’t help you, Miss Camden.” he closes the book with a quick move.

“How do you mean…?”

“Well, you’ve been the fifteenth female person today who claims being a stuff member of Pearl Jam.” he emphasizes the word “female” in a mocking tone, which makes me clear what he’s thinking about me. I feel my cheeks reddening. This damn blushing… Even if I don’t have any reason for feeling embarrassed…

“Look, I’m not like those female guests, I have my contract in my bag, I have every single document…” I try to get him to open the book again.

“I’m sorry Miss Camden, but our main principle is discretion, I have to follow strict rules, I’m only allowed to let in persons who arrive with the band or with their manager. You don’t need to show any documents, I can’t help you, I can’t make any exceptions.” he rejects my attempt.

I stare perplexed and frozen at him. But I decide not to beg him and every single brain cell of mine starts searching for a plan ‘B’. Should I call Krisha? She gave me her office number… But if I called her, she would think I’m a loser with the problem solving skills of a pupil in the second grade… The crew is probably not here; Karrie told me something about an afternoon sound check… Yes, this is it! Krisha gave me a list with the names, addresses and phone numbers of the clubs where the band plays the remaining shows of the US tour. If I called the club, I could ask if they’re still there and maybe I could join them…

“Thank you, I really appreciate you efforts, good bye!” I tweet to him and leave the lobby almost cheerful, relieved by my idea. The receptionist gazes puzzled after me, probably the other female persons weren’t so happy after getting thrown out…

I slam into the first phone booth, throw my backpack on the ground and tear off the thick folder from its backside. After a short search I find the number I need and I dial it impatiently. After a few ringing I hear a bored male voice on the other end of the line.

“Peabody’s Down Under…”

This time I’m more cautious.

“Hello, I’m Krisha Augerot from Curtis Management. I would like to talk with Karrie Keyes, from the Pearl Jam crew, it’s very urgent. Are they still rehearsing?” I try to sound impressive.

“Yes, they’re still here, I’ll look for her, hold the line, please…”

I hear a deep boom from the background, the band probably started playing in the meantime.

“Krisha? Hi, what happened? Is everything okay?” Karrie breaths heavily, she must have hurried to the phone.

“Calm down, Karrie, it’s just me, Judy!” I snicker.

“Judy???”

“Yes, don’t ask anything… I had problems with the check-in at the hotel so I decided to use an alias…”

“Problems? Alias?”

“Yeah, the receptionist took me for a groupie or what…”

“Hahaha, you? For a groupie?” she giggles. I feel somehow a little bit offended, although as I look down at myself I have to acknowledge I’m not the archetype of band chasing butterflies. My braids, my glasses, my long, brown and loose dress which ends where my docs begin…

“Hey, the world needs reserved groupies too, they’re also valuable members of society!” I defend myself. “Anyway, the thing is that I can’t check in so I thought I joined you at the club. Is it far from the hotel?”

“No, only a couple blocks away, a few minutes on foot. I tell you how to get here, listen…”

***

I’m standing in front of the stage and watching them play. Right after the last chords of “Even flow” Stone walks to Eddie shaking his head.

“You fucked up again at the beginning of the second chorus. You fucked up at the same part even during our first show, which wasn’t a big deal because we played for survival but we’ve already played this damn thing for one and a half year…”

“Because Dave’s fuckin’ cymbal noises drive me crazy, I can’t focus on anything… And that damn smoke kills my throat…” Eddie slaps back nettled glancing angrily at Dave.

“Hey, you’ve forbidden me to smoke on the bus, which I’ve accepted so I would appreciate if you didn’t want to crucify me for having a few cigarettes anywhere else…” Dave joins the quarrel in a sharp tone.

“A few cigarettes? You fume like a fuckin’ smokestack!” Eddie yells at him.

“Interesting, nobody complains about the suffocating sweet smell of Jeff’s incenses. I’ve already given up counting my allergic reactions to them, I’m basically suffering during the journeys, over and above my wrists hurt like hell. But my problems don’t seem to be as important as those of the others…”

“Hey man, at least I try to do something for our living conditions! That fuckin’ bus smells like a polecat hole, the ape house in the zoo is a rose garden in comparison to that!”

“A hole of alcoholic polecats, to be exact. Mike, you should do something with your messy shirts, they smell of vomit… And if you think that we haven’t noticed that you’re basically hiding a whole bar under your bed, you’re wrong.” Stone targets Mike this time.

“Hey, they’re for sterilization…” Mike tries to explain himself.

“If you don’t want to produce little McCreadys during the tour, just cut your balls off or wash your feet wearing socks!” Stone misunderstands his words intentionally. “Anyway, has anybody seen my guitar tuner?” he asks out of character.

“A missing object again? Seriously Stone, you should see an expert, this level of obliviousness is already pathological. I’ve got fed up with the whole band’s searching for your shit…” Eddie attacks him.

“I wouldn’t be oblivious if I could sleep more but I have to babysit Mike every single night, I get into the bed basically in the morning, I need intravenous caffeine, it’s no wonder I’m insane…”

“Hey, nobody asked you to babysit me!”

“Nobody asked me, but I don’t want to be executed by the furious crowd after we announce we canceled the show since we had left our lead guitarist dancing naked in front of the McDonalds in the last town.”

Everybody shouts with everybody. The roads glance at each other helplessly, they shrug and with that move they basically decide not to intervene. As I turn back I see a short and slim young girl staring the guys on stage with a scared face. She carries a giant backpack – as much as I know about the laws of physics she should fall back from its weight. She might be the new girl…

“Aren’t they supposed to be friends? What if they were enemies…” she asks with a questioning expression.

“They’re just sick of touring… Imagine spending months with the same people, even if they’re your friends… You would probably want to kill them in the cruelest ways…” I step to her.

“I hope this verbal crowd fight won’t get physical. If the singer and the bassist teamed up, the drummer might have a chance to survive but those two bags of bones…” she shakes her head.

“Yeah, the coroner would have a hard job while collecting their residues with a spoon… maybe a mop and a bucket could help…” I grin.

“But the relatives might be able to identify them from their teeth…”

“Or from their internal organs… like ‘oh my God, that liver looks familiar, he had his father’s liver!” we both snicker. In the meantime the guys begin to play ‘Porch’ and as Eddie counts in she clicks with her tongue a few times. “That’s too fast… If the drummer doesn’t take back from the pace the guitarists’ hands will ignite…” Okay, she must be the new girl… “Okay, what’s that guy doing?” she asks when Eddie starts performing a reduced version of his usual climbing show on Jeff’s amplifier to jump back on the stage. As he touches down he loses his balance, ends up on the ground and stays there rolling back and forth. “Is he performing scenes from The Exorcist? I wouldn’t be surprised if he turned out to eat roads for breakfast…”

“Hahaha, I don’t think so!” I giggle, and I decide to delay a bit revealing who I am. I like this girl. I can finally talk with someone sincerely, she’s objective, she doesn’t know who I am and I’m fed up with polite and diplomatic lies which are addressed to Eddie Vedder’s faceless girlfriend.

“If I hadn’t listened to their songs earlier, I wouldn’t understand a word from the lyrics…” she remarks during the last chorus.

“And do you like their lyrics?’ I ask curiously.

“Uhm… A little bit too much of fucked up childhood and family issues, or at least for my taste but it’s definitely a good point that they’ve broken up with the infinite permutation of the girls-cars-drugs combo… Although the singer should take care of his voice, his tone is very unique but he basically yells. On one hand, it sounds flat and on the other hand I guess he’ll have voice problems within one month…”

If you knew… Eddie overstrained his vocal chords a few times in the last weeks. He would have needed a break after the European tour but they didn’t have much time to recover before the next one in the U.S.

“Maybe I can convince him about it.” I smile because the song ends in the meantime. “I’m Beth, Eddie’s girlfriend.” I offer my hand.

“What? Shit… I thought you belong to the club’s staff! I didn’t mean to…Sorry…” she shakes my hand confused. “Anyway, I’m Judy, Karrie’s second cousin.”

“I know; you’re the new girl everybody talks about. And you don’t need to apologize, I appreciate honest opinions… But I think it’s time you introduced yourself to the others!” I push her gently towards the stage.

#pearl jam #pearljam #fan fiction #fanfic #pearljamfanfiction #eddie vedder #stone gossard #jeff amrnt #mike mccready #dave abbruzzese

[akelyokikagu]

Notes about my Husband

#1 : He's an Idiot

My husband is an idiot, more than Kamui or Gin-chan this guy broke the records of stupidity a long time ago, yes? I've been married for what, six years, and sometimes I wonder why I accepted. Anego had told not to because usually, men wouldn't propose with aligned Shinsengumi officers kneeling and writing a 'Will you marry me' on the floor but I guess I was sadistic enough to say yes.

I didn't regret marrying him and now people call me 'Okita-san' and I'm proud of it because this husband of mine is an idiot, yes? But he's not too bad. He likes being sadistic but everybody knows who is getting whipped at home— the great Kagura-sama doesn't bow down to anyone, not even Okita Sougo.

For example, I remember the day he proposed. I was nineteen back then and came back from my training to work as the lead alien hunter of the solar system, that guy followed me everywhere! I didn't live at Gin-chan's anymore because Papi told me it'd bring bad rumors about an unmarried woman like me. I fought with that baldy cuz I didn't want to leave Gin-chan so soon, he's like my Earth Dad and I hadn't seen him in a long time but even him told me that people would think we were married. How could they? He was a permy head of madao and not to brag, but I'm the incarnation of Beauty and Badass combined. In the end, the Alien Hunter Association found me a flat to rent near the Shinsengumi Compound and the Terminal.

That was how we met more often uh-uh. Or he was stalking me, that's possible too.

I'd walk to Granny's shop to go to buy some sukonbu and he'll always be there too, buying tabasco and probably to try and poison Mayora. When I came back I thought about going to him but it'd be weird after all these years, and maybe he was already married with kids. Awkward. He looked more like a rogue though, he looked like a Yato with his long hair even if it wasn't braided.

He always smiled at me, just the corner— and stare at me like I was some kind of prey. That's my husband we're talking about, and one day I'll write about how he's a pervert too but today he's an idiot. He always bought me some extra-sukonbu but say that it was because 'he pitied me' because of my poor-ass. For your information, I was rich back then, and I didn't need Gin-chan to buy me pretty dresses or his 300 yen per week to spend. I didn't his money but he always insisted on his own to buy me food, mind you!

I knew that guy liked me anyway.

He's always like that, Rokita Souichiro, he never shows his love openly. Even when he proposed in the middle of his kneeling crew he was all shy and said he'd put me behind bars like he was still eighteen, with a stupid rose in his hand instead of the ring because that idiot made it fall into the drain when practicing. Mayora told me that the other day, that's why I decided to write about Sadist. It'd train my Japanese too, yes?

Anyway, he was practicing alone in the Shinsengumi and made the ring fall into the drain and he was so panicked apparently; it's easy to make Chihuahua lose his shit. Maybe that's why he went for a rose— red this time, not like when he organized my funerals.

I knew he's romantic at heart, this Sadist. That's why I didn't divorce him yet, I hope he doesn't find this diary though. He'd get all angry and sulky if he heard me say that.

When I said yes he was so happy that he dashed to hug me, and that was the only time he did it so openly you know. He was warm and sweating and probably crying too, he said something about thanking big sis Mitsuba in the sky and kissed me. Now that I think about that, it's kind of funny how we never dated. Well, not officially because he brought me to a lot of places to eat but he never was oral about it, that's why I didn't expect he'd propose.

Paps, I wrote in a letter, I won't become an old maid because I'm married bye. Funny how he came crashing with his spaceship, too.

After a lot of fight that included a lot of people against Sadist, he decided to rent his home at Bushu, it was sacred because it had Mitsuba's memories but he decided it'd be better to look at the future. Soon with our salaries, we could afford a two-floors house in Edo, I wanted a flat but Sadist already thought about the kids. He said he wanted at least three, and daughters he'd protect, a boy to teach. I told him that if we had any daughters they'd be kicking his ass, and he laughed.

I like his laugh. It's soothing, not like Gin-chan's rough voice or Shinpachi's clear one, it's just Sadist's laugh and it's rare because he's often tired of work, and I just hear it whenever he's listening to Rakugo in the living room.

Another stupid thing about Sadist is the morning, he's mushy-mushy because he's bad with them. He'd cling to me on the bed, and he always likes it when I'm doing his hair. It's one of the Okita Household's rituals. I brush his hair and attach his ponytail, and he's always in a better mood when I do it that when I don't, but when I ask him about it he stays with his poker face and shrugs off. When I kiss him goodbye he's always humming when going to work, sometimes his crew asks me to do it so they'd half of their swings, but he never admits it.

That's the kind of idiot husband I married, Okita Sougo, he never likes to speak about his feelings because he's an idiot that thinks he can still keep up that Sadist image, but I guess it's fine because I can speak twice more for him and it's obvious this guy loves me, yes?

Tomorrow I shall write about him again, dear diary. Okita Kagura, Monday XX April, XXXX.

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