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haworthiaace · 3 years

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I’ve recently discovered that writing may be a little bit fun so. Here’s something for @shadeswift99 ‘s ghostbusters au (this post right here) :]

Tango didn’t believe in ghosts.

Why would he? There had never been any reputable, scientific evidence, and despite what his friends have told him countless times, ‘feeling a presence’ didn’t count as scientific evidence. However, his conviction didn’t seem to deter Zed and Impulse at all, who regularly barged into Tango’s apartment with their latest ‘discovery’.

“Tango, guess what?” The sound of his poor, battered door slamming open once again and Zed’s excited voice disrupted the peaceful silence that had dominated the room for the past few hours.

“Hi Zed, Impulse, good to see you guys too.” Tango didn’t have to look up from his laptop to know that Impulse was standing right behind Zed, too polite to barge in without some sort of invitation. Not polite enough to stop Zed, unfortunately.

Zedaph didn’t even acknowledge the greeting, continuing his thought the second he flopped down into a worn armchair. “Impulse and I were talking, and then we got on the topic of those guys who visit haunted places and hunt ghosts, and then I said ‘Well why can’t we do that?’” He sat up, eagerly looking at Tango, who could not for the life of him figure out what the man wanted from him.

Impulse, in his infinite kindness, noticed his friend’s confusion and filled in the gaps Zed had left in his excitement. “Zed and I want to start a ghost hunting business, and we need you to join us because you have a car.” He sat down much more gracefully than his companion, holding a small bowl of chips stolen from Tango’s kitchen.

The room was silent for a moment. “Hold on, what?”

“We-“

“No, I heard you, I’m just not exactly sure why you would think to ask me.” Tango never went on their other adventures no matter how many times they asked. After all, he had better things to do than chase wind and broken air conditioning, and it was dangerous to set a precedent. “You’re the ones who believe in all that fancy mystical stuff, not me.”

Zed stopped bouncing, and Impulse quickly brought forward the second, more practical half of their pitch. “We know you don’t believe in any of this, but even if ghosts aren’t real-”

“Which they are!”

“Right. A lot of people believe they are real, and will pay good money for some help handling them.”

Tango pondered this for a moment, making A Face for effect that made Zed giggle. Impulse had a good point, as was often the case unfortunately. Tango didn’t have a stable source of income at the moment, and an actual business could help quite a bit with groceries, especially if Impulse was going to keep stealing his snacks every time he came over. And working with friends would certainly be a bonus.

“What the hell, I’m in. Worst case scenario nothing happens and I laugh at you two.” Zedaph lit up like an over ambitious Christmas tree, resuming his bouncing with even more enthusiasm than before.

Impulse just grinned, “And best case scenario you finally figure out the truth.”

“In your dreams, Impy.”

Tango opened his eyes, and found himself lying prone on the floor. What was I doing? The dark, musty room plus Impulse and Zed looming over him struck a bell in his head.

They were on a job, as was the case most nights. Why Zed and Impulse insisted they do this at night was beyond him, but that was an argument for another time. A nonsensical ventilation system and a questionable foundation caused strange happenings in the home, and the trio had been called in. But even Tango had to admit this house was strange, and different from the others. The moment he entered, the hairs on the back of his neck raised, and he felt a chill. Their whole visit had been shadowed by a sense of wrongness.

“...Tango? Is that you?” Impulse’s voice broke the silence, with a hint of uncertainty that shouldn’t have been there.

“Yeah dude, of course it’s me. What happened?” Tango groaned, pushing himself up into a sitting position. His head spun, but he forced himself to stand.

Zed raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Alright, I know this is going to sound really strange, but we think you got possessed?”

Tango stared blankly at his two friends, and finally through the fog in his head realized they were dead serious. “Really guys? Come on, I know you believe in ghosts and all but isn’t possession a little bit much?”

Impulse started wringing his hands, and Zed spoke up, quieter than before. Neither one would make eye contact. “You… you weren’t yourself Tango. You looked angry, and kept throwing things.” Huh. Well that explained the broken furniture scattered around the room, and why Tango was so sore. “You knocked over a salt shaker, then suddenly passed out when the salt touched you.”

Tango was fairly certain he had never done that before. He was unnerved by the gap in his memory, but he tucked that into a corner of his mind to unpack later. Right now he had to convince these two knuckleheads that he wasn’t possessed.

“I haven’t eaten today, it was probably that.” They gaped at him, but whether it was because of his adamant skepticism or his poor eating habits Tango couldn’t tell. “It might be like… a low blood sugar thing.” Tango tried his best to be nonchalant, but his friends didn’t look relieved.

Zed stood up, the worry in his face replaced with anger as he crossed the room in long strides towards the door. “I really can’t believe you. Here we are, worried for your life and soul, and you call it low blood sugar.”

That wasn’t meant to happen. Tango rushed to fix his mistake. “I- I’m sorry man. I know you guys are worried, but I’m fine now! Whatever it was, it seems to be gone.” A small smile crossed his friend’s face, and Impulse moved to stand behind Tango, clapping a hand on his back.

“All that matters is you’re alright. Anyway, I think the salt scared the ghost off, so how about we head home, get some post mission pizza for that low blood sugar of yours?”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” Tango grimaced at the disaster that he had apparently made. “How about we tell the homeowners that the ghost did this?”

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The ironic thing is that he wasn’t even on a mission at the time.

Tango was on his way home, cradling a bandaged hand that he would surely have to explain the second he walked into the apartment he shared with his business partners. His mind repeated the events of the past hour as he made his way down the sidewalk.

He had been browsing a thrift store, searching for a new pair of boots after his old pair wore out. He loved them dearly, but when the sole ripped off for the third time, Impulse drew the line and sent him off to find a new pair. His wandering/ moping brought him to One Man’s Trash: a rickety, rundown looking thrift store that was absolutely perfect. In Tango’s experience, all the good stuff got snatched up too fast at more popular stores, and there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with this place other than its appearance.

He delicately pushed the door open, greeted by a dusty smell mixed with cleaning supplies, and a loud, clear bell that was hung above the doorway. The interior walls were plastered with peeling, faded orange wallpaper that Tango guessed was at least 50 years old. They were decorated with dozens of picture frames containing vintage photos and postcards, each with its own price tag. The grey, carpeted floor complained where he stepped, and it was covered in tables with items for sale. It seemed people donated plenty, but never shopped here. Nobody was attending the front counter, which wasn’t a surprise for a place that probably only saw one customer a month, so Tango began his quest for the perfect pair.

After spending a good hour searching every nook and cranny of the disorganized sales floor, he found a sturdy pair of black leather boots hidden underneath a table, almost knee high with a one inch heel. They were covered in buckles and looked like they would be featured in a suburban parent’s nightmares. In the entire time he was there nobody had come out of the doorway in the back of the room, which Tango admitted was a tad strange. He even checked the sign in the front window to be sure, but the word ‘open’ was still lit up in neon just as it had been when he entered. He tapped the bell next to the cash register, but after a minute still nobody had arrived. He rang it again, and once more after that, still with no answer.

“Hello?” He tried, walking towards the only other doorway in the room, searching for a break room or something where the cashier might be. Maybe they fell asleep. “Is anyone here? I’ve got this pair of boots I want to buy.”

Still no answer.

He felt awful about invading the back room like this, but he was growing concerned. What if something had happened to the cashier? What if someone was in trouble? So, he pushed open the door, and found himself staring up at someone; a man with frazzled black hair and a brown suit that looked about as old as the wallpaper.

Except he could also see the break room. Through the man’s chest.

He blinked rapidly, trying to process what was certainly just a trick of the light. It was obviously just a shadow on the fabric that looked like a couch behind him. A very detailed couch, covered in a floral pattern with two overstuffed pillows on either end. The strange man didn’t say a word, simply staring at Tango with an increasingly malicious grin, watching his mind try to wrap itself around what he was seeing.

Then, without warning, he snatched Tango by the wrist, spinning him around and leaving bleeding scratches where the man’s claw-like nails had torn into Tango’s skin. Before he could even register the pain, the man charged at him and Tango braced for impact, but felt a deep chill instead. It was the coldest he had ever felt, as if every winter from the next hundred years had come to take out their wrath on one man.

It passed half a second later, leaving Tango shivering and clutching his bleeding hand. The man was gone. “How did he- oh shit.”

Sometimes, there comes a time when a person must accept defeat. When they’ve lost the battle, and are left with nothing but their pride. As Tango kneeled on the carpet, frozen to his core and holding his bleeding hand, the boots long forgotten, he could only see one logical explanation for… all of this.

“...Ghosts are actually real.”

So it turned out that the shopkeeper had to step out for a few hours due to an emergency, and also that ghosts exist and haunt thrift stores.

The cashier was really quite nice about the whole ordeal, offering Tango some first aid and the boots he found for free as an apology for their otherworldly roommate’s “antisocial habits.” As Tango walked home, boots in his uninjured hand, he had another revelation, albeit not as earth shattering as the first. He didn’t actually have to tell Zed and Impulse what happened while he was out. It would keep them humble to have someone constantly denying the validity of their work, and Tango may or may not have found it a little, tiny bit funny. He was doing them a service, really! Tango grinned to himself, delighted by how much his friends would appreciate* his help**.

*they did not appreciate this, and were in fact greatly annoyed

**this was not remotely helpful to anyone

Tango woke up, finding himself on the floor as he now did more often than most people would consider normal. Then again, most people weren’t an optimal vessel for otherworldly entities. This time though… something was wrong. More wrong than usual.

He was cold, despite the thick summer air, and he felt like his lungs had shrunk to a quarter of their size, his breath coming in short puffs. He noticed that he was in the same room from before he lost consciousness, and that it was in the same condition he had left it in, which didn’t happen often. Usually ghosts took advantage of corporeal hands to do some property damage, but this time the modern, expensive looking couches were thankfully unbroken, same with the family pictures on the walls.

... What was on his face? Tango felt a liquid slowly running down his cheek. Had the ghost been crying? That was a first. He reached a hand up to wipe away the tears and saw a flash of red. There was a smudge of blood on his left hand, but no injury.

He felt dread settle in his stomach, and slowly reached up with his clean right hand to touch what he had assumed was tears.

Sure enough, his fingertips came away red. “What the hell?” He asked, to nobody in particular.

“Tango! Oh my god, are you alright? Of course not, why am I asking that?” Zedaph burst into the living room, seemingly invited by Tango’s outburst. He grimaced at the floor and Tango followed his gaze to see a concerningly large pool of blood surrounding Tango. This would certainly explain why he felt so much worse than usual. “It threatened you and forced us to leave but then I didn’t leave and I snuck some sage into the room and then I heard a thud and-”

“Zed, slow down.” Tango groaned, holding his spinning head in his hands. “I can’t process a word you’re saying right now.”

Zed seemed to remember his friend’s recent blood loss, looking sheepish. “Right, my bad. It’s a long story, but we need to get you to a hospital or something. Not to be rude, but you look awful.”

“It’s alright, I feel awful so at least I match on the outside.” Zed started to walk across the room, trying not to step in the puddle whilst also trying to help Tango up.

Eventually he managed to pull Tango up by the hand, holding him steady when he started to sway.

Impulse greeted them with relief when they made it out to the car, Tango leaning on Zed’s shoulder, but he looked horrified once Tango’s face came into view. “Oh my god!” He covered his mouth with both hands, then immediately dropped them as though he had been rude. “Oh man, sorry about that, it’s just- your eyes…”

Tango shrugged, “Yeah, they seem to have sprung a leak.”

“Well I knew about that, but…” His eyebrows furrowed as even he, a believer in almost anything supernatural, was confused about whatever disturbing thing this ghost had done. “They changed colour? They’re red now. Like, the whole eye, even the white bit.”

“Cool.”

Zed piped up from his position under Tango’s arm. “‘Cool’? What do you mean ‘cool’?” He did his best to make air quotes without dropping his friend, who had clearly gone mad. “You literally got possessed and started bleeding from your eyes, and now they’ve changed colour, how is any of that cool?”

Tango, in his noble quest to annoy his friends, just shrugged again. “Probably burst a blood vessel or something, and it got in my eyes. Man, why is it always ghosts with you two?”

A Look came across Impulse’s face. Probably Zed’s too, but Tango couldn’t exactly see him. It was a Look that meant Tango had completely baffled them with his supposed obliviousness, which had only happened a few glorious times.

“Ok he’s clearly delirious, we should take him to the hospital.” Impulse pushed himself off the hood of the car and opened the back door, placing a towel on the seat. After all, this was Tango’s car and Impulse figured he probably wouldn’t appreciate blood all over the back seat.

“I mean, regardless of his bullshit he definitely needs to see a doctor, there was a lot of blood on that floor.” Zed quickly followed, helping Tango into the backseat then sliding in next to him. Tango supposed it was to keep an eye on him, which was great because he felt ready to pass out again.

On the bright side, he caught a glimpse of his eyes in the rear view mirror and they did in fact look cool as hell. Of course, Zed and Impulse later disagreed because it could have been a ‘serious medical issue,’ but that was their problem.

At the end of a very long and very strange day, the trio sat around on a variety of couches and chairs in their living room, four half eaten pizzas scattered about the room. Although, they weren’t exactly a trio anymore - a new member had decided to join them regardless of what Tango, Zed, and Impulse had to say about it. An entity (for he surely wasn’t human) known only as the Beetlejhost sat cross legged in an armchair, looking completely at home despite only having been there for about two hours.

If asked, none of the ghost hunters could precisely recall how the Beetlejhost had joined them. One moment they were on a job like any other, the next they were being insulted up and down by a ghost in a black and white striped suit. After that first encounter he hadn’t left them alone, despite their efforts including but not limited to: every ghost busting method they had ever heard of, and others that they hadn’t.

Impulse sat up straight for no discernable reason, smacking the arms of his chair and startling everyone except for, of course, the Beetlejhost. He turned to Tango with a shit eating grin, which was absolutely a cause for concern.

“Hey Tango?” Uh oh. If the grin wasn’t bad enough, the singing tone in his voice solidified that whatever thought just entered his mind was truly devious. That or incredibly embarrassing. Maybe both. “It seems like our new roommate has a few… strange qualities. Supernatural, one could say.” He looked expectantly at Tango, that awful grin never leaving his face.

Uh oh.

Tango supposed that the jig was up. It had been a good run, he supposed. “Yeah, whatever. Ghosts are real, you happy?”

Just because he was busted didn’t mean he couldn’t sulk, so he crossed his arms and sank into his chair, completing the look by sticking out his bottom lip like a child who was just told ‘no.’

Zed piped up from where the others had assumed he was napping, not bothering to remove his face from where it was planted on the couch. “Absolutely.” The word was muffled, but it got his point across. Meanwhile, Impulse was smugly eating another slice of room temperature pepperoni pizza. Vindicated at last, after over a year of exasperated arguments and comical obliviousness.

“I hope you know I’m only admitting it because I’m afraid of what the Beetlejhost would do to convince me.” Tango gave up on his sulking and walked across the room to the box of cheese pizza precariously balanced on the edge of the coffee table. The man (or ghost? I suppose one can be both.) in question was looking off into the distance, lost in assuredly horrible thoughts. “And for the record, I figured the whole ghost thing out months ago, I just really liked annoying you guys.”

“Months ago?” Impulse held his pizza inches away from his mouth, the grin wiped off his face. “Are you telling me that when a ghost literally put you in the hospital and you still denied it, that was all just to annoy us?”

Now it was Tango’s turn to be smug. “It worked, didn’t it?”

So no, Tango didn’t believe in ghosts. But after everything he’d seen, he sure as hell believed in them now.

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #tangotek #impulsesv #zedaph #joe hills #technically?#my writing #tw blood #tw possession #tw ghosts #ask to tag because theres a lot here #tango is being an asshole and its great #im not exactly sure what to do with the breaks between scenes #if anyone has a better way of doing that please help

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 3 years

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Change My Mind | Carrie Wilson

Request: Hey! Love ur writing! Could I request a JATP fic where the reader is Julie’s sister who can see the band too, and she’s in love with Carrie. Carrie loves her too but she pushed her away. And basically Julie and the boys trying to get them together.

Author’s note: This is my first Carrie fic I’ve written! And the first wlw au at that! Thanks for requesting this, I loved writing for Carrie! I hope you like this!

Song(s) used: Change my Mind - One Direction

Pairing: Carrie Wilson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 4,250

“Hey sis, we’re gonna rehearse, wanna co--” Julie stops in her tracks on the threshold of her sister’s bedroom as the older sibling quickly drops her phone on her bed, startled at the sudden noise from her sister. “What are you doing?” Julie asks, finding it a tad suspicious why her sister would just drop her phone like that. “Nothing!” Locking her phone, she scrambles off her bed and moves towards the door, “Just scrolling through Instagram, waiting for you to come and get me for band practice.” Julie shoots her a questionable look, but decides not to dig any deeper even though she knows her sister is lying to her. And she’s right. The truth is, Y/N was stalking Carrie Wilson’s Instagram profile. She’s had a crush on the blonde-haired girl since the very first time she saw her perform with Dirty Candi. It may have been the pink wig, or just the fact she looked incredibly confident on that stage with her girls, but it just did something to Y/N that ignited the flame in her heart. Sure, Y/N is a year older than Julie and Carrie, and those two used to be best friends when they were younger, but that doesn’t take her enormous crush away. Besides, it’s not like Carrie could ever like her back. She’s only Y/N Molina, Julie’s big sister with no talent whatsoever. Julie inherited all of their mother’s skills and talent. “‘Sup, guys!” Y/N throws up a peace sign as she enters the barn where Julie’s bandmates are waiting for the two Molina sisters to show up. Julie’s band are ghosts. Yep, you read that right. Ghosts. They showed up here when Julie played their demo and now, every time they sing with Julie everyone else can see them too. Julie and Y/N are the only ones who can see them all the time. It was kinda funny the first time Y/N saw them, actually. They were about to eat dinner when Y/N found Julie in her mom’s studio, talking to three boys. “Uhm, Jules… What are these boys doing here?” Julie and the boys were very confused that she could see them too. But it made it so much easier for Julie since she could at least talk about them with someone. And ever since that first day, she’s been Julie and The Phantoms’ number one fan. The first few minutes of rehearsal, Y/N listens to every song and sings along softly with a couple of them, but by song number five, she’s back on her phone, scrolling through Carrie’s Instagram profile again. At first, it’s just a scrolling through her grid, but then she turns to the highlights of Carrie’s stories, starting with the one titled ‘Dirty Candi’. Giggling, she watches each and every single one of the funny behind the scenes bloopers from their rehearsals. As long as Carrie is certain they’re going to get these routines down and there’s no time pressure, she can actually be very chill and hilarious. Or that’s what Y/N has noticed whenever she sees them rehearsing in Los Feliz High’s gym. “Earth to Y/N,” Alex’s voice makes her snap up from her day dream about the it-girl. “Wh-what?” she stutters, unaware they were talking to her, but very aware she’s grinning like a fool. All four of them stare at the older Molina, all with teasing smirks on their faces. “What’cha looking at?” Reggie asks even though he already knows the answer. “Nothing,” she quickly utters whilst locking her phone as if that would make things less suspicious. “Just some funny TikToks,” she shrugs. Her four friends in front of her exchange knowing glances before placing their instruments on their stands or coming out from behind them to surround their very own Pinnocchio. “What were you really looking at, Y/N?” Luke asks, crossing his arms. “And don’t tell us another lame excuse, we know what you were really doing, Pinnocchio,” Julie adds, raising her eyebrows. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Y/N drops her phone next to her on the sofa and rubs her hands over her face. “We know how you feel about her, Angel,” Alex chimes in with that soft voice of his that could calm Y/N down in an instant. “You don’t have to lie to us.” Luke nods his head in agreement. “Yeah, Y/N. We just wanna help ya,” he says. Y/N hesitates, but then shakes her head anyway. “Just… Don’t,” she says and stands up from the couch before heading into the house again. The four bandmates are left dumbfounded and utterly confused. “Don’t what?” Reggie asks the others, “What can’t we do?” The three others simultaneously roll their eyes before getting back to their instruments. “Can’t we help Y/N? I mean, everyone knows she’s in love with Carrie, right?” he picks up his bass as the words roll off his lips. “Yeah, but if she doesn’t want our help, there’s not much we can do,” Alex replies with a shrug. “I know my sister like I know my own mind, she’ll want to figure it out by herself before getting others involved,” Julie adds while plopping down on the stool behind the keyboard. “So, we’re just gonna do nothing?” Reggie queries. The other exchange solemn glances. “Some friends you are,” he mumbles before plugging his bass into the amp. “Reggie’s right, guys,” Luke finally says. Reggie’s face lights up at his buddy’s words. There aren’t very many moments where Luke would agree with anything Reggie says. “We can’t just let her mope around the house and do nothing about her crush on Carrie, which by the way is totally mutual.” Julie’s eyebrows rise at the leadman’s words. “How’d you know that?” she asks. Luke lets out a huff as the corners of his lips turn up ever so slightly into the cheesiest smile as he shoots alarming glances at his buddies. “Luke Patterson, how do you know that?” Julie’s voice sounds so stern and nearly angry, it scares Luke ever so slightly. “Uhm…” all three of them shriek out into that high-pitched tone of theirs they only use when they’ve said something they shouldn’t have. Alex sighs when he sees Julie’s face turn from angry to I-swear-I’d-kill-you-if-you-weren’t-already-dead. “We may have stalked Carrie a tiny bit when we found out about Y/N’s crush on her.” “Alex,” Luke snarls, but immediately calms down again upon seeing Julie’s glare directed to him. “But we actually found some pretty interesting things!” he continues as if that’s going to make it any better. “Yeah! We found her lying on her bed, scrolling through Y/N’s Instagram for a while before she started writing a song called ‘my love’,” Reggie carries on with the story. “Spoiler alert, she didn’t sing about a boy or ‘his eyes are so pretty’. Nope! It was actually about a girl!” “That could be about everyone, guys,” Julie rolls her eyes. The boys exchange another glance before bursting out into the snippet of the song they heard that day in Carrie’s bedroom. “I’d so be with you if it wasn’t for your sister, or the fact that you’d rather be with a mister!” Julie’s eyes widen at this. Girl code states you never date your brother, but in this heteronormative world, no one ever said anything about sisters. But that’s probably a given you wouldn’t date your best friend’s sister either, right? Plus, Carrie and Julie haven’t been friends for a while, that could be another reason why Carrie wouldn’t date Y/N. “You guys might be right,” Julie whispers as though she’s telling them a secret. “Let’s end rehearsals and think of a way to help them get together!” The four of them placed their instruments back in their places again or come out from behind them, and gather on the couch and armchairs to figure out a scheme to trick Y/N and Carrie into a date. It’s going to be difficult, but they’re all up for the task. They just want to see Y/N happy.

About three days later, while at school, Y/N receives a text from Julie, telling her to meet the band in the music room during lunch. Confused as to why the band would be at Los Feliz High, Y/N drags her feet towards the classroom, only to find a picnic blanket with food scattered all around it in the middle of the floor. “Guys?” she calls out, hoping the boys would explain what’s going on. “Y/N?” a soft, melodic voice sounds from behind her. The girl immediately turns to find, in her opinion, the most beautiful girl that ever walked this earth. Her hair is curled to perfection, cascading down her right shoulder and framing her beautiful round-ish face. Her brown eyes are curiously and confusedly darting around the room before landing on Y/N’s face. Question marks are haunting the beautiful dark orbs Y/N had fallen in love with. “What’s going on?” “I-I…” Y/N doesn’t even know what to tell her. She barely knows what’s going on herself. Carrie holds a perfectly manicured finger up as a thought crosses her mind. “This isn’t what I think it is right?” Y/N opens her mouth to say something, but nothing other than weird sounds fall out. Making a great impression, Molina, she thinks to herself. “Y/N, we can’t. I can’t. Just… Don’t.” Carrie turns on her heels and leaves the music room along with the sadness and pain of a broken heart. She hears a whoosh behind her before she hears Alex’s voice say, “We’re so sorry, Y/N, we wanted to help…” As tears stream down Y/N's face, she forcefully turns around to face her friends. “I told you guys to just not do anything and you can’t even do that! Stop meddling in my life, for crying out loud! I never needed you here! I never asked you to do this! Just stay out of my life!” Her voice is shrill and cold. So cold, it even chills the three ghost boys. After sending them one last sharp glare, she turns on her heel and rushes out of the room. She doesn’t even realize she’d run past her sister and her best friend, even though the two call after her. The sobs wracking through her body deafen her whilst she blindly finds her way to the bathroom and into a stall where she collapses to the floor. “Hermanita?” Her sister’s voice calling out is the first thing she hears between all the sobs and sniffles. Julie, hearing this, starts pushing against all stall doors until one opens slightly before bumping into Y/N’s knees. The girl scoots over as far as she can to let her sister inside, deciding she needs her little JuJu right now. “I’m so sorry, Hermanita,” she whispers as she slides down to the floor too on the opposite side of the stall. Their knees touch, which feels weirdly comforting to Y/N. “No, it’s okay…” she sniffles, “At least now I really know where I stand, you know?” Julie presses her lips together into a tight smile before sliding forward onto the dirty bathroom floor and wrapping her arms around her big sister in a kind of awkward hug. “You deserve so much better than Carrie Wilson, Y/N/N,” she whispers in the older Molina’s ear. “So much better and so much more.” More tears roll down Y/N’s cheeks upon hearing these words. “But all I want is her, JuJu,” she cries out. Hearing her sister break down like this breaks Julie’s entire heart in a thousand pieces. She was so wrong about trying to set her sister up with Carrie on this date, but there might just be another way to help her instead. All she’d need is the boys for moral support and a bit of alone time with Carrie. That should do it.

That night, Julie takes the boys with her to go to the Wilson’s. To Julie’s surprise, Trevor opens the door with a surprised smile on his face upon seeing his daughter’s ex-best friend. That ex-best friend, however, tries to focus on the man in front of her instead of the tensing, nervous boys behind her. They still hadn’t been able to talk to Trevor about the whole song-stealing thing. “Hey, Trevor, is Carrie home?” Julie asks with the widest smile on her face to try and hide how nervous she really is. This is either going to ruin Y/N chances with Carrie completely or help them finally get together. She’s banking on the latter, trying to stay optimistic. “Uhm, yeah, she’s upstairs in her room. She hasn’t left since coming home from school,” Trevor explains as he steps aside to let the young girl inside. “Think I heard her crying too, so I’m kinda worried, but kinda scared to go in and ask. You know how she is.” Julie simply nods her head at the overexplaining man. “I’ll go and check up on her. I wanna talk to her about something anyways.” Trevor offers her a thankful smile before letting her go upstairs. Still being followed by the three ghost boys, Julie makes her way up to Carrie’s room. Memories from when she used to come here on play dates when they were younger flood in her brain. It’s a nostalgic, yet heartbreaking feeling. Upon arriving at Carrie’s bedroom, Julie raises her fist to knock on the door, but stops half-way there. “What’s she waiting for?” she hears Reggie whisper behind her. “You got this, Julie,” Luke encourages, and Alex chimes in too with the words she needs to hear at this very moment. “For Y/N.” Her fist knocks a soft, steady beat on the wooden door, and then the waiting game commences. Which doesn’t last too long. Twenty seconds max. Before that, there’s some rustling, some nose blowing noises, and then the door opens. Carrie’s face falters upon seeing Julie’s face, but Julie doesn’t care. All she cares about is the fact that Carrie’s eyes look red and puffy, as if she’d been crying all day. Trevor was right about hearing sobs. “What do you want?” she asks sharply, but her voice still wavers ever so slightly. “I wanna talk to you…” Julie says, and as Carrie opens her mouth to object, she follows with, “About Y/N.” The blonde girl’s eyes tear up upon hearing the name as it’s clearly the big trigger for her breakdown. Carrie opens her bedroom door a little further before turning and walking inside, leaving it open for Julie to follow. She and the boys walk inside, and while Julie stops in the middle of the room, the boys scatter around. Luke goes to sit on the edge at the foot of Carrie’s bed since she’s resting against the headboard, Alex takes a seat in the bright pink armchair and Reggie sits down on her desk, knocking Carrie’s pencil case off. The owner’s eyes widen upon seeing the pencil case drop without a cause while Julie just shoots Reggie a glare. He whispers a sorry while holding his hands up in defense. “What do you have to say?” Carrie then focuses back on the intruder in her house. “I …” She realizes she has no clue what she’s going to say or how she’s going to say it. “Carrie… I know you’re in love with my sister,” she then blurts out. Carrie perches up at this, eyes wide and filled with terror. “It’s fine, Carrie. It really is okay. I’m glad, even! She’s mad for you too, girl. And I kinda set up the whole picnic thing in the music room to force you two together, finally, but I guess that kinda backfired…” “Y/N’s in love with me?” she asks, and Julie nods. “I thought she hated me because I kinda dropped both of you when your mother died…” A twinge of pain shoots through Julie’s body at the memory of their fight. “I don’t get it either, but she does really love you.” Carrie chuckles light-heartedly at that, telling Julie it’s okay to do so, too. “Why did you run away from her at lunch?” she then asks, looking at Carrie who’s fidgeting with the hem of a cushion. “Because I’m scared,” she says after a few beats of silence. “Scared that if we date, people are gonna talk. Scared our fighting might put a wedge between our relationship. Scared my dad’s going to react weirdly.” Julie subtly glances at Alex. He’s giving her a reassuring look, telling her Trevor was really okay with him being gay. “It’s 2020, Carrie, I’m sure most people at our school would be jealous of whoever you date, whether it’s a guy, a gal, or a non-binary pal.” She carefully inches closer to the bed. “I heard your dad is pretty okay with the lgbtq community. My mom once told me he had a friend that was gay and he supported him and didn’t treat him any different.” She takes a deep breath before sitting down next to Luke. “And as regards to our fight, I’m willing to put that grudge aside if it means you’ll tell my sister the truth.” A twinkle in Carrie’s eyes tells Julie she likes the sound of that idea very much. “It’s been a year, Carrie. I’m pretty sick of us fighting anyway and I miss the fun times we had together,” Julie shrugs as she brings out the words carefully. Before she can even register it, Carrie has launched herself forward and taken Julie in her arms for a tight hug. Julie is surprised at first, but then wraps her arms around her oldest friend too. The boys watch the scene with tender eyes, glad this is going so well. After a while, Carrie pulls back and holds Julie at arm's length. “Can we keep the rivalry for our shows though? I think it adds a little more showbizz to it,” she says, which makes Julie snicker, shaking her head in disbelief. “Okay, then can I ask you for another favor?” “What is it?” Julie asks, glancing at Luke quickly. He’s as intrigued as she is. “I don’t know what to say to Y/N that doesn’t make me look like a fool.” The Carrie Julie used to know back in the day is rearing its head again. It’s a soft, shy version of the one Los Feliz High knows. It’s the version Y/N fell in love with. “I have an idea.”

For about a week, Carrie comes in on rehearsals to rehearse their surprise for Y/N, but of course, they have to hide it for the older Molina. They’d rehearse at Carrie’s place or in the garage whenever Y/N was with friends or at Carlos’ baseball games. Whenever she did walk in, Carrie would hide behind Alex’s drum kit, trying her hardest to withhold herself from jumping out and just confessing her love to the girl. This is the most perfect surprise and if she ruins it now, it’s going to take away the romantic flair of it all. On Friday, they’re finally ready to execute the plan. Julie sets up her keyboard outside in the garden underneath her sister’s bedroom window, along with a microphone for Carrie, plugged into the amp. The boys are ready to jump in too, instruments in hand, ready to go. “Ready?” Julie whispers to Carrie. The girl nods her head, but the fear in her eyes says something different. “You got this,” she utters the words Luke always tells her. “Okay, let’s go,” she whispers. Julie starts playing a couple of notes on her piano whilst Luke starts to strum his guitar, suddenly appearing to Carrie. The girl, now a little calmed down, inhales deeply before starting to sing, her soft melodic voice carrying through the night. “The end of the night We should say goodbye But we carry on While everyone's gone” Y/N’s lying on her bed, scrolling aimlessly through Instagram when she hears the voice of an angel in the night from outside her bedroom window. Thinking it’s Julie and the band rehearsing, she ignores it and continues scrolling. “Never felt like this before Are we friends or are we more As I'm walking towards the door I'm not sure” Alex and Reggie join in too, appearing next to Luke and Julie, and giving Carrie another boost of confidence. In the past week, these hologram boys have really given her a little more confidence for this surprise as she really didn’t think she could do this. “But baby if you say you want me to stay I'll change my mind 'Cause I don't wanna know I'm walking away If you'll be mine Won't go, won't go So baby if you say you want me to stay Stay for the night I'll change my mind” Y/N finally starts to realize that this isn’t Julie’s voice at all, and crawls off her bed, leaving her phone there. Carefully, but drawn in by the music, she moves to her window and opens it further to find Carrie along with the rest of the bend on the lawn. Upon seeing Y/N’s beautiful face, Carrie’s lips curl upwards, reaching her eyes. The other confidence boost she needed. “Lean in when you laugh We take photographs There's no music on But we dance along” Y/N sits down on her window sill, enthralled by the gorgeous voice serenading her from her backyard. She glances at the boys and Julie once, and each of them has the proudest, happiest smile on their faces. Happy they could help their friends finally get together. “Never felt like this before Are we friends or are we more As I'm walking towards the door I'm not sure” Then Y/N focuses back on Carrie and the words she’s singing, feeling each and every single one of them deep in her heart. It even makes her tear up a little. “But baby if you say you want me to stay I'll change my mind 'Cause I don't wanna know I'm walking away If you'll be mine Won't go, won't go So baby if you say you want me to stay Stay for the night I'll change my mind I'll change my mind” Carrie takes the mic off the stand and walks even closer towards the window, never breaking the intense eye contact the two are sharing. “Baby if you say you want me to stay I'll change my mind” Quickly wiping away the tears that have fallen, Y/N makes her way downstairs and into the yard as fast as she can, in time to hear them sing the last chorus. Carrie, having seen this, is waiting for her at the door and grabs her hand to lead her towards the rest of the band whilst still singing to her girl. “But baby if you say you want me to stay I'll change my mind 'Cause I don't wanna know I'm walking away If you'll be mine Won't go, won't go So baby if you say you want me to stay Stay for the night I'll change my mind” The boys stop playing, and to Carrie, they disappear, but Y/N can see they’re still there. It does make her relax a little, knowing she has their moral support. Carrie takes both her hands in hers, pulling her a little closer to her body as she inhales deeply. “That was beautiful, Care, I--” Carrie interrupts her by placing a finger on her lips. “Please, let me talk?” Y/N nods her head slowly as Carrie removes her finger and places her hand back in Y/N’s. “I’ve been so scared about what people at school would say behind my back or what my dad would say, but… I don’t care what they say, Y/N. I am so in love with you and I have been for a while now, but I was so scared to admit that even to myself. But I know now that it’s okay to love whoever you wanna love and I know that the people who love me will still love me and will realize that nothing has changed. I know now I wanna be with you, Y/N.” A smile plays at Y/N’s lips upon hearing those words. The words she wanted to hear for such a long time have now finally reached her ears and settled in her brain for her to think back on later. “I wanna be with you too, Carrie. You have no clue how long I’ve wanted to tell you that,” she chuckles, and Carrie lets out a giggle too. It’s Y/N’s favorite sound in the entire world. Carrie then lets go of Y/N’s hands and places hers on her cheeks instead, bringing the girl closer to press their lips together for their very first kiss. The firework-filled, long-awaited kiss that sends Julie’s ghost band into loud cheers. Y/N is too focused on the girl kissing her, she doesn’t even notice. Carrie is finally kissing her. The girl she’s been pining for is finally kissing her. They’re actually together. That’s something she’d never thought would happen, but now that it’s happened, it’s better than she could ever dream of.

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wotwotleigh-prime · 4 years

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Jeeves and Wooster vs. Plum, Part 3

The Purity of the Turf

The third episode of Season 1 is a departure from what came before in a couple of ways. First of all, it’s primarily based on two short stories instead of three: “Indian Summer of an Uncle” and “The Purity of the Turf.” It also takes greater liberties with the source material than either of the previous episodes.

“Indian Summer of an Uncle” was published in 1930, while “The Purity of the Turf” goes back to 1922. I feel like this episode makes a pretty clumsy attempt to link the two stories together—they don’t fit nearly as seamlessly as the previous mashups we’ve seen. Still, there’s a lot of good stuff here.

The first segment of the show is actually a very faithful adaptation of “Indian Summer of an Uncle.” The differences are subtle, but some of them make a significant difference in the tone of the story. For the most part, it’s little things, like changes in the settings of various scenes. At the beginning of the short story, for example, Uncle George is visiting Bertie at his apartment, but in the show he asks Bertie to come to his club. They also have some more extended business at the Drones with Bertie’s pool game, and we get to meet a couple more of the Drones (most notably Oofy Prosser). Plus, there’s little scene where Bertie finds Jeeves chilling at the pub on his night off, which is kind of neat!

By far the biggest difference is in the Bertie-Jeeves-Aunt Agatha dynamic, and I think it’s a shame they left some of this stuff out. In the TV version, Bertie tells Aunt Agatha about his failure to bribe Uncle George’s fiancée. Then he meets Jeeves in a subsequent scene, where they come up with the inviting-Aunt-Maudie-over scheme. Originally, these events happened in the same scene.

In the short story version, while Bertie is talking to Aunt Agatha, Jeeves tactfully inserts himself into the conversation by pretending that he thought he’d heard Bertie calling him from the next room. This gives Bertie an opening to ask for Jeeves’s advice—right in front of Aunt Agatha! She’s horrified at the notion of Bertie discussing family business with his servant, but Bertie boldly defies her, bolstered by Jeeves’s calming presence. Aunt Agatha dismisses Jeeves’s scheme and lectures Bertie at length about it after he leaves the room, but Bertie goes ahead with Jeeves’s plan.

(Later, there’s a cute moment when Bertie comments that Jeeves knows “all the family history” when he’s reminding Jeeves about Uncle George’s past fling with the Criterion barmaid. I love these little hints at how familiar they’ve become with each other over the course of the stories.)

The TV episode also tones down the class friction between Bertie and Jeeves just a little bit, although it’s a fairly subtle difference. In the story, Jeeves seems just a tad sterner in his reproach when Bertie comments on the class differences between Uncle George and Maudie. He also gives a lengthier explanation of why he thinks they’ll be good for each other—it’s actually kind of sweet, and it shows a side of Jeeves we don’t usually see. He seems genuinely to be rooting for George and Maudie, and is not concerned about trying to pretend that this particular scheme was to Bertie’s advantage in some way.

Both the short story and this segment of the episode end with Jeeves suggesting that they pack their bags and get out of town until things blow over with Aunt Agatha, thus providing a convenient segue into the next story.

(As an interesting side note, “Indian Summer of an Uncle” was the last story in which Aunt Agatha actually appeared “on-screen,” so to speak. For the remainder of the books and stories, she was often mentioned, but her role transitioned to that of a shadowy, always-looming threat that never actually manifested on the page. Of course, we’ll see her many more times throughout the show, since it doesn’t follow the same chronology.)

The next part of the episode veers hard away from the source material. “The Purity of the Turf” was originally a direct sequel to “The Great Sermon Handicap,” aka the other story where Bertie and his friends bet on weird shit. This duo of stories took place shortly after the events of “Comrade Bingo,” which would be adapted for an episode in Season 3 of Jeeves and Wooster. It’s quite a leap back in time from “Indian Summer of an Uncle,” which takes place after Bingo has already settled down and married Rosie M. Banks.

Anyway, the only element that the TV adaptation takes from “The Great Sermon Handicap” is the presence of Cynthia Wickhammersley, who was Bingo Little’s love interest du jour in that story. Otherwise, the plot is based almost entirely on “The Purity of the Turf,” in which Cynthia is mentioned but does not appear. The other differences are numerous, so I think I’m just going to do a bulleted list:

That whole business with Lady Wickhammersley banning gambling? Not in the original story at all. As far as I can remember, she doesn’t make an appearance in either “The Great Sermon Handicap” or “The Purity of the Turf.”

Myrtle and Beryl, Bingo’s two love interests in the TV episode, were made up for the show. Amazingly, he actually does not have a love interest in the short story version of “Purity,” having struck out with Cynthia in “Handicap.”

Steggles is younger in the short stories. In fact, he’s a classmate of Claude and Eustace who is at Twing studying for his Oxford exams under the tutelage of the local vicar. He’s also in the choir with Harold the Pageboy, and he’s the one who commits the dirty work of slipping the beetle into his robe.

In the short story, Bingo describes the animal and potato game that’s briefly summarized by Cynthia and one of her sisters in the TV show. He casts Jeeves and Bertie as players in order to aid his explanation, and TBH it sounds like some wildly kinky shit:

“The competitors enter in couples, each couple being assigned an animal cry and a potato. For instance, let’s suppose that you and Jeeves entered. Jeeves would stand at a fixed point holding a potato. You would have your head in a sack, and you would grope about trying to find Jeeves and making a noise like a cat; Jeeves also making a noise like a cat. Other competitors would be making noises like cows and pigs and dogs, and so on, and groping about for their potato-holders, who would also be making noises like cows and pigs and dogs and so on——”

In the short story, Bingo is the one playing golf when Steggles witnesses Harold’s sprinting abilities. He doesn’t see anything wrong with it at all, and Bertie has to point out to him why this is a Bad Thing. In the TV show, Bertie’s the one at the golf game, and Bingo is the one who points out that Steggles might nobble Harold.

The games they bet on are different. In fact, as far as I can recall, the only ones that are the same are the Mothers’ Sack Race and the Choir Boys’ Handicap. There’s no three-legged couples’ race in the short story, no Mature Gentlemen’s Dash, and no tough gal named Hildy who breaks the strongman game. (I do wonder if Hildy was based on Madeline’s butch friend Hilda from The Mating Season, though.) Bingo doesn’t compete in any games.

Instead, the pivotal game in the original “Purity” is the Girls’ Egg and Spoon Race. Jeeves fixes the race by bribing all of the girls to finish except for little Prudence Baxter, a “long-priced outsider” on whom he encourages Bertie to place a bet (“They tell me in the village that she carries a beautiful egg, sir.”). He then ‘fesses up to the village vicar, who disqualifies all the kids except for Prudence. There’s an adorable scene in the short story where Prudence befriends Bertie and hangs out with him for a while before the race, which is sadly 100% absent from the TV adaptation.

Towards the end of the episode, there’s a rather awkward attempt to reconnect with the events of “Indian Summer.” Uncle George and Maudie show up at the village treat, on the run from Aunt Agatha, and ask if Bertie can direct them to the local vicar so that they can quickly get married on the sly. Of course, this is not in the original story, which wasn’t really connected to “Purity” at all.

Whew! Okay, that was a lot. I’m sure I’m probably missing some things, but that’s the gist of it. Feel free to add any major details I’ve overlooked! @cuddyclothes

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Harry Styles Blurb/Request #11

Hey all. It’s been...the hottest of minutes since I last posted anything. So sorry about that. My depression has been a real bitch lately, but I’m feeling a little better now and I think the writing bug has finally hit me again. I have a few updates about my writing, but I will address those in a separate post later.

Anyway, here is the highly requested second part to the “Tell me you need me blurb.” Honestly, this one will probably leave you just as unsatisfied as the first part, but I’ve left it open for another part if you guys would like. Either way, you’ve been warned.

Read Part I here.

Part II

Y/N continued on with her life. Really, what else was she to do? Sit around and wait for Harry to show back up at her door, armed with an explanation about why he’d left, sent her a message about talking to her later, and really hadn’t spoken to her in literal months? She wasn’t that type of girl in general, and she wasn’t going to start just because she was dealing with Harry Styles. They’d been friends long enough that she knew how to deal with him properly, and that typically meant mirroring his behaviour and leaving him alone until he initiated contact.

However, this was the longest they’d ever gone without any contact, so it was definitely grating on her nerves a bit. Something was off, and she didn’t like that she didn’t know what it was. She had no other choice but to live with it, though.

She’d last seen him in July, when it was scorchingly hot in London, and now it was February, and she was wearing three layers of clothes as she walked to the local Tesco in the biting wind. It was just after three in the afternoon, and she had the day off work, and figured a movie day by herself and some incredibly fattening snacks were a good way to spend it. She had a film already picked out and ready to play back at her flat, but she realised she needed more options for snacks, so a trip to the shoppe was in order.

She entered the Tesco, the electronic bell chiming as she stepped over the welcome mat. She hastily removed her gloves before picking up a hand basket and making her way to the sweets aisle.

After she’d chosen some worthy contenders, she figured she’d be a tad responsible and go pick up something to make for dinner that was simple and quick. She was an adult after all, and feeding oneself at least two meals a day seemed like an adult thing to do. And since she figured a roll of Oreos and a box of tea biscuits didn’t seem like they qualified as an actual meal, a trip to the freezer sections seemed like a good idea. While a single serving pasta meal wasn’t the healthiest option, at least it was real food.

When she turned the corner of the aisle, she was surprised to see Harry standing at the end of the aisle, peering at frozen fruit through the transparent door, seeming to be contemplating the merits of different fruits to whatever smoothies he was planning on making. Y/N was sort of astonished to see him in a grocery store himself, as opposed to his personal shopper who was usually in charge of his grocery shopping. Also, she was almost positive that she’d just seen some stupid article just the other day that stated he was in Japan, and now he was in the middle of London, in this ridiculously comfy-looking jumper and a folded up bandana tied around his head to keep his longer locks out of his face. He looked unfairly gorgeous for the whipping wind outside that he had to trek through in order to get there.

The tapping of the wellies Y/N was wearing against the linoleum floor alerted Harry to someone else’s presence at the opposite end of the aisle. He darted his head up out of habit to see who was near him, and he was struck a bit dumb when he realised it was Y/N.

Y/N had been frozen at the end of the aisle when she saw him, debating whether or not to flee the other way or carry on in her mission to get her frozen meal without really acknowledging him. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk to Harry, it was just that it seemed like this wasn’t the time to be having a conversation after not talking to one another for nearly seven months. Meeting at one of their homes seemed like a better setting for their reunion.

“Hey,” Harry called softly, blinking out of his own stupor. He cleared his throat in that nervous way he had, and that was enough to let Y/N know that this bout of silence between them was definitely different than all the ones they had before. She had felt it in her bones the entire time this radio silence had been in effect, but knowing Harry felt the same way cut her deeper than she thought it would. What had happened to them?

“Hey, H,” Y/N responded.

When he didn’t respond in any other way to her greeting, she sighed and went about her business, turning and searching for the brand she liked. She easily spotted the meal she wanted, all the while she could feel Harry’s gaze boring into the side of her face. He hadn’t moved since they’d greeted each other, the only sign he hadn’t inexplicably turned into a human statue being that she could hear him breathing and saw the slight rise and fall of his shoulders under his large jumper.

She reached in and grabbed the meal she wanted. When she turned and Harry still hadn’t moved, her hope of him saying anything else to her flitted away. She simply glanced at him before making her way down the aisle and to the front of the store in order to check out. She made polite small talk with the cashier as they checked out her items and bagged them for her in the little canvas tote she’d brought along with her. She felt Harry come up behind her to wait for his turn to check out, and she dodged around him to get out the door.

Y/N was three blocks down before she was accosted.

“Darlin’, wait,” Harry called, a few paces behind her. “Please.”

Y/N took a few more steps to contemplate whether or not she was actually going to stop and wait for him to catch up. She finally sighed as her steps slowed before coming to a complete stop. She may have been giving into his request to wait, but she wouldn’t give him the pleasure of turning toward him in anticipation. She had more dignity than that, she reckoned, and if he had something that was important enough to ask her to wait for, then he’d have to be the one to really get it going. She wasn’t willingly going to give it to him.

When Harry finally caught up to her, he stood by her side silently, seemingly waiting for her to acknowledge him. She stood with her head down, though, both blocking out the chill in the air and avoiding having to make premature eye contact with him. She couldn’t ever recall a time when she had absolutely refused to look at Harry for anything other than some petty little game they played as children. She didn’t like that she was doing it now out of self-preservation. It made her uncomfortable and left a bad feeling in her stomach. This wasn’t them, but she didn’t know how to move past it if Harry wasn’t willing to be a grown up and actually talk about his feelings or just what the fuck happened the last time they’d seen each other.

Harry huffed out a breath after a solid thirty seconds of silence between them, and Y/N saw his breath manifest in the air from the corner of her eye. She was sure he was freezing in just his jumper out in the cold of the winter, but it was his own stupid fault that he wasn’t dressed in something warmer.

Finally, Harry said in a timid sort of voice, “Can we talk?”

Y/N snorted out a sound of disbelief that caused Harry to clench his jaw. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, and while that was a move that Harry typically found alluring, tonight it was a bit menacing, and he wasn't sure how to react to it.

“Seven months and now yeh wanna talk?” she asked incredulously before dipping her head back down to avoid looking at him. “You’re fuckin’ unbelievable.”

Harry ran his free hand over his face as Y/N began walking off again, in the direction of her flat. He left hr keep walking until she got to the end of the street, contemplating his next move, before he took off after her once more.

“I’m sorry I dropped off the face of the earth for months. I had some business stuff to take care of,” he told her, and it sounded incredibly fake to his ears. There had been business stuff, but he’d taking care of that in about a week. The rest of the time he’d spent trying to screw his head back on right, and apparently spending time in foreign countries with people he didn’t really know was the way to do it. He was lying to her, and he didn’t really understand why. He’d never lied to her before. Not about anything serious, at least.

Y/N could obviously tell he was bullshitting her, too, because she scoffed at him, continuing walking at a pace to try to get him to back off. She was no longer in the mood to hear him out. He didn’t seem to want to talk candidly with her, so she wasn’t going to force his hand. Apparently their fifteen-plus years of friendship meant nothing anymore.

“Whatever, Harry. None of my business. Just stop lyin’ to me. Better to not talk to me than give me shit excuses we both know are fake.”

Harry wasn’t surprised by her call out. She was never one to beat around the bush with him. It was one of the reasons he loved hanging out with her. Among several other things, but it was nice when he now lived in a world that told him what he wanted to hear in some strange attempt to appease him.

“If you’re gonna keep yellin’ at me, can we at least go to a more private area?” Harry asked, looking around to watch out for any stray cameras or overly interested bystanders. No corner of his life was really safe from watchful eyes anymore. He’d kept a relatively clean slate for himself since he’d become famous, and he didn’t want his first big scandal to be his best friend yelling at him in the middle of a London street in the middle of the day. No one seemed to be paying them any mind, too busy trying to make it to their destination to get out of the cold, but you never knew.

“What? Wanna get me back to my place so you can fuck me and leave again? I’m not in the mood, Harry.”

“Jesus,” Harry yelped, darting forward to gently grab onto her wrist. “Please don’t say shit like that in public.”

“I can say whatever the fuck I want,” she snarled, finally looking him in the eyes. She was sure they were licking with flames the way Harry’s eyes widened in response, but she couldn’t really be bothered. She was angry, and she made sure he knew it.

“Please,” Harry begged, definitely not above it at this point. “Let’s go back to yours and I’ll explain.”

Y/N huffed and didn’t verbally answer him, but she didn’t tell him to fuck off as she started walking again, so Harry took that as a good sign. They walked in complete silence, though Y/N was grumbling to herself about his inability to be a fucking man and just speak to her like normal people. She understood not wanting to have a private conversation in the middle of the street, especially when you were a highly sought after celebrity, but it was his fault to begin with that it had come to this. Seven fucking months! That was all on him.

She knew something strange had shifted between them that night, and while she didn’t blame Harry for being a little startled by the gravity of it and the intensity of what they’d done, which was so different than it had been all the times before, but that certainly didn’t excuse all of his behaviour. They were adults for fuck’s sake. And adults talked to one another with an open line of communication where opinions could be expressed and feeling could be understood. Leaving under the dark of the night with a single text that never had any follow up was no way to conduct oneself, and Y/N was going to make sure that Harry knew that as soon as he told her whatever he needed to say.

When they finally made it back to her flat, Harry kindly took her bag from her so that she could unlock the door. He went straight to the kitchen to start putting away their things, placing his frozen fruit right alongside her frozen pasta meal as if he lived her. And while his comfort with treating her home as his own usually warmed Y/N’s heart, she was angry with him at the current moment, so it just pissed her off more than anything. She wanted to growl at him to let his shit defrost since he was dumb enough to buy frozen food when he obviously thought there was a possibility he wouldn’t be going straight home, but she let it go. She wasn’t that big of a bitch, no matter how much the words were itching to come out of her mouth.

“Let’s have it, then,” she told him, shucking off her coat and hanging it in the small closet in the entryway. “Let’s have your amazing reason for why you left me hanging for seven fucking months. Why I woke up to a fucking bland text about how you had to go and you’d talk when you could. Why the only reason I even knew you were alive is because of some fucking rag article about you being in Japan. Why I suddenly became the least important person in your life. What the fuck did I do, Harry?”

“You didn’t do anything,” Harry told her, his voice sounding small compared to the near shouting she was doing.

“Then what the fuck? You’ve never completely cut me out like this before.” Her voice broke in the middle of the sentence, suddenly realising she was on the verge of tears. She hadn’t properly understood her own emotions surrounding this whole situation. She was hurt and she was angry. Her best friend had left her in the dust. For no fucking reason, apparently. Even when he'd been gone for months, he’d text her, send her funny memes, call her if he had the time. There’d never been radio silence like this before, and she didn’t feel good about it.

“I’m fucking in love with you!” Harry shouted, his voice finally matching the volume hers was at. His words made all of Y/N’s anger die in her chest instantly. Harry took a deep breath and her volume lowered. “I’m in love with you, and I’m fucking scared.”

Y/N’s tears finally fell, rolling down her cheeks far too dramatically for her own liking. She gulped. “Why are you scared?”

Harry clenched his jaw. He wanted to go to her and wipe away her tears. He’d never liked seeing her cry, and he’d never been the source of them before. It was killing him, but he wasn’t sure he could handle having her so close to him right then. His own emotions were raw and it was taking everything in him to say what he felt he had to.

“Because you have the power to fucking wreck me.”

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grotesquegabby · 4 years

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I know I may have asked this before so you can skip it and I can try to find the OG answer, but how would your elders feel about mine? I believe you only did three of yours which is okay, just wanted to see if you were willing to do it for others

I found the og post huehue~ So I can answer for the rest of them. uwu I am totally willing~ some of these guys are assholes so I apologize ahead of time

Seraph: (golden bitch)

Risus - Eh suppose you are fine as long as you dont cause trouble for me.

Trituna - Would try and stay out of Tritunas way not because they are scared but because even Seraph understands the balance of things shouldnt be fucked with.

Conllium - this may come as a surprise but Seraph would actually like Conllium but wont admit it. They like Conlliums realm and how just....the way everything is. They wont admit this to anyone though x3

Cundolili - Would mostly be curious about Cundolili

Trema/Astute - would be neutral towards

Decla - another they would be neutral towards

Nalia - Just wants to say they love Nalias outfit but wont say anything else x3

Sionis - booorrring.

Mecor - Another beautiful elder whom Seraph will be jealous of x3 but wont say anything about it.

Logium - wouldn’t really know too much about Logium so not too much of an opinion.

Zerneboh: (bastard mode activated)

Risus - a possible ally/friend/frenemy

Trituna - As one who destroys the balance of things they will hate each other.

Conllium - Wouldn’t like Conllium one bit.

Cundolili - Will be curious, as to who this is and why they will be replacing Conllium.

Trema/Astute - Would Tolerate more than Decla.

Decla - Would tolerate Decla but would not like them. Zerneboh loves absolute chaos and disaster~

Nalia - Wouldn’t like Nalia in the least but knowing Zerneboh he pretends to be friendly with almost anyone. Cause hes a bastard.

Sionis - would find them annoying.

Mecor - hmm~ Zerneboh might be a creep to her but there are those who wont let that happen so she will be fine. But what an interesting family~ he thinks to himself

Logium - No

Orfeo: (a little bitch)

Risus - would see a possible friend in Risus.

Trituna - Dont think He would like her. Balance....gonna fuck that shit up.

Conllium - Nope

Cundolili - uhhh

Trema/Astute - maaaybe?.....I...wait...no...

Decla - They deal with Risus they can handle Orfeo x3 so this is a Nope from him heheh

Nalia - Thinks they are beautiful will learn quickly not to be a creep to them

Sionis - ah fuck...

Mecor - beautiful~.... (dont even think about it Orfeo...)

Logium -well x3 I dont really need to say why these two wont get along lol

Pestilence:

Risus - What he feels about Risus is hard to say, Pestilence is a complicated guy.

Trituna - Pestilence is iffy again here. Hes not one to always deliberately piss someone off like Famine or accidentally like War. I imagine these two would be an on off kind of possible friendship or allyship wise.

Conllium - A chill tree, a lovely place to be. Definitely would see them as a friend indeed. His contribution to the decorations are masks to hang upon their branches~

Cundolili - Would be welcoming to Cundolili. Curious about them, but would never do them harm. Just as welcoming to them as they are to Mecor. uwu

Trema/Astute - Wouldnt mind Trema, though Trema might mind him. Pestilence can be annoying to some.

Decla - I feel the relationship here would be rocky considering Pestilence is Pestilence and they spread all kinds of sickness and destruction. But he is a chill guy who wouldnt mind chilling out if asked nicely. hes weird that way x3

Nalia - honestly seems like a really fun person. Pestilence would enjoy their company a lot uwu

Sionis - Doesn’t mind Sionis, chill, does a good job at their role. Even Pestilence loves Justice, especially when it happens to those who deserve it.

Mecor - Elder to be/New Elder, Pestilence would welcome her with open arms. He enjoys meeting new people. Would think shes a swell lady, lovely family.

Logium - Time is Time and Time is a friend to some and an enemy to others. But Pestilence has no issue with the Lord of Time in fact finds them quite entertaining and such uwu

War:

Risus - is a torn between hating and wanting to help them in whatever they do. War is a complicated person and War does as War does.

Trituna - I think these two would have a tough time getting along.

Conllium - I imagine she has tried to fight Conllium but failed to lift them cause she would try that. I imagine she would give up though and pass out next to them asleep x3

Cundolili - would want to know who this is as soon as possible. Could be a wrestle buddy you never know. x3

Trema/Astute - might find Trema kind of boring.

Decla - Wanna wrestle...at least? I think they would see Decla as a possible buddy. Something about Decla screams friend to War.

Nalia - I dont imagine these two would get along very well. War might not like how peppy Nalia is or seems. and Would try and void them.

Sionis - Wants to fight but in like a...friendly way. War isn’t so good at understanding friendship but she would Sionis as a possible ally and friend.

Mecor - Will ask if she wants to fight as a sort of welcome and to see how tough she is. You can turn her down its okay plus she will be told thats not how we welcome people into the council. Stop asking everyone to fight (its like that zodiac make up video where one of the zodiacs constantly is like wanna fight)

Logium - Gets the weirdest feeling they have to be super respectful. So shes gonna try.

Famine: ( the least liked of the horsemen)

Risus - eh...could get along actually. Famines is more leaning towards that side.

Trituna - Famine is the type fo fuck up balance. He and Trituna I dont believe would get along very well...

Conllium - He wouldn’t care for Conllium no reason specified why though

Cundolili - Wouldnt really have an opinion as of yet.

Trema/Astute - Wouldn’t have too much of an opinion but would tolerate Trema/perhaps even find some enjoyment in talking with them though Famines not much of a talker.

Decla - The things Famine does is in no way a sensible disaster...I imagine Decla would be trying to fix whatever damage Famine does. So they wouldnt get along either. Would find Decla annoying

Nalia - Would find Nalias outlook and attitude irritating. Too much positivity.

Sionis - For some reason I dont see these two getting along. I see Famine being kind of a dick to Sionis, it could be that Sionis is for justice/protection and such and Famine is...well Famine. So he would see Sionis as someone who would try and stop him from what hes doing.

Mecor - a newcomer who was fated to come. Hed share his piece about the Elders with Mecor and be on his way. Hes not very welcoming....so just ignore him the others will tell Mecor the same uwu

Logium - Mysterious being who Famine has honestly never seen. And hed be lying if he said he wasn’t a tad bit nervous to meet them. Something about this elder would send a slight shiver down his spine.

Hope:

Risus - Oh crumbling biscuits....not another one.

Trituna - You are the elder of Balance, she would consider it an honor to meet them. Hope loves many of the elders like Trituna. Would show them respect uwu

Conllium - definitely someone she would fall asleep next to them. She would also go and talk with them a lot. Conllium is such a wonderful elder. uwu

Cundolili - Would adore Cundolili (- uwu-) even if their presence means Conllium is no longer around which would sadden Hope. She would welcome Cundolili with open arms.

Trema/Astute - somewhat nervous around but would get used to them uwu Knows they are not a bad elder like Risus or Zerneboh

Decla - This is a being who works very hard and deals with a lot. They deal with Risus and who knows what else. Definitely deserves respect

Nalia - Would Love Nalia, absolutely love them. Would definitely want to spend time with Nalia the most.

Sionis - Sionis would make Hope a bit nervous but she knows they are just a serious person. She would trust them and find them quite reliable uwu look up to them even.

Mecor - Would love to meet her, cant wait to meet her. Shes heard nothing but good things!

Logium -A very wise and calm being, Who Hope would feel compltely safe around. uwu Definite trust from the start.

Space Grandpa:

Risus - Would absolutely dislike them

Trituna - is someone they would enjoy being around. Space Grandpa isnt always one for talk but Trituna is someone they would enjoy spending time with regardless if they talked or not.

Conllium - Is one who would visit Conllium, unfortunately would not be able to sit beside them and sleep. Too big. x3 but They would love to chat with them, spend time with them.

Cundolili - welcome with open.....tentacles? arms? claws? something x3 they will welcome them. Offer any assistance if they so wish for it.

Trema/Astute - would remind him of The Void,

Decla - would feel bad they have to deal with Risus so much. Would offer an ear to listen. Space Grandpas a good listener. Definitely would see Decla as a possible friend.

Nalia - Loves how Nalia is, loves their attitude and personality.

Sionis - Admire Sionis, Dependable, a good person. Sees them as an equal like other elders among them.

Mecor - Would be welcoming, more so than normal with others. Mecor is family after all.

Logium -equal footing. A good being and wise, mysterious

Void: (This is more of how void would describe them..as Void is neutral to everyone)

Risus - one who causes trouble

Trituna - Balance, you are very important to the multiverse.

Conllium - a peaceful being

Cundolili - a young one, welcome

Trema/Astute - perfect neutrality

Decla - hard worker

Nalia - peppy one, they were once that way. It is nice to see another

Sionis - a being who watches, reliable.

Mecor - fated to be.

Logium - Father time is a thing theyve heard humans say. But Time is Time

Hope this was good~ uwu sorry I know its a lot

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raccoonwritings · 5 years

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A Drink Away from Honesty Ch. 8

Childhood Friends AU (angst with a happy ending, be warned)

Lucas is an oversharing drunk, Eliott is both desperate and dramatic, and everyone is trying to just keep everything straight.

Or alternatively, Lucas and Eliott were childhood best friends until a storm tears them apart and brings them back together.

(Title from “Don’t Miss Me?” by Marianas Trench)

Chapter 8: Grumpy Cat?

Lundi 20:54

The first time Lucas awakens, he isn’t fully awake. He regains consciousness but is unable to actively do anything. He’s in this weird state between awake and asleep.

He thinks he hears people talking. Someone is frantic, a girl it sounds like, and there’s a deeper voice trying to calm her down. He can’t make out words, his ears are fuzzy, but he just listens to the tones of voices and doesn’t quite understand what the girl could be so frantic about.

While he contemplates gently, he notices the throbbing in his head and stomach, but the motivation to get something to stop it is nonexistent.

Lundi 21:47

Lucas actually opens his eyes the second time he breaks from sleep. Well, it isn’t really opening his eyes, it’s more like squinting because there are so many lights everywhere. All he sees is beige wall, ceiling, probably, considering the way he’s lying. The school ceilings aren’t this color, though, Lucas ponders. Also, when did the tile floor get this comfortable? Whatever he was laying on was warm and squishy and just a tad bit itchy. He didn’t mind it much, it was actually kind of nice.

He hears the faint sounds of people talking in another room. He hears a couple of female voices and a couple of male voices, but he can’t distinguish how many. His head throbs too much to do that, plus, his effort needs to be used on curbing the pain in his torso.

Lifting his hand towards the epicenter of the pain, Lucas moves his fingers softly over the skin of his stomach. He doesn’t even apply any pressure and he can feel the bruises beneath his fingers. No one could pay him enough money to think about how much pain he’ll be in when he tries to sit up. Or use the bathroom. Fuck, no one is allowed to give him anything to drink ever.

His attention is called back to the voices in the kitchen when the volume escalates.

“We should take him to a hospital!” insists a female voice that sounds a bit like Daphne.

“He doesn’t have any money to pay for the bills, he can barely even afford rent,” says another female voice, most likely Manon.

“I can take care of him, he’s safe with me.” Now, Lucas really thinks that that voice sounds like Eliott, but he must be dreaming. This whole thing is a hallucination, he’s convinces himself. This conversation has to be fake, otherwise why would Eliott be here?

There seems to be a bit of a disagreement on whether to take someone to the hospital, probably himself, considering the state of the bruises on his stomach and the pain in his head, but the debate comes to an end when a fourth voice interjects.

“Guys, he’s safe with Eliott. I trust him, plus we can come check on Lulu after school and there’s no one to tell us no,” a voice Lucas determines to be Arthur states. It takes a few moments for the words to have meaning, but he realizes that he’s going to be stuck alone with Eliott and that can’t happen. He hates the idea so much that musters up what little energy he has and hoists himself off the couch, trying to avoid flexing the muscles in his stomach too much.

His eyes are still sensitive to the light, so he navigates the unfamiliar room with minimal sight and carefully steps around the coffee table, only to completely knock into the side table. The noise is enough to startle whoever is in the kitchen because, soon enough, he hears several footsteps make their way to his location.

“He’s up!” Daphne shouts and she rushes to him.

“WHY ARE YOU STANDING UP LUCAS?!” Manon moms.

“Everyone chill out! What’s wrong Lulu?” Arthur asks, concern lacing his voice.

“N-need to g-get out,” is all that he can muster before nearly collapsing to the floor. Standing is a lot harder than he thought. Damn.

Suddenly, there’s hands underneath his arms, holding him up and guiding him back towards the couch.

“You need to rest Lucas,” Manon demands. Once the group lays him back down, despite his half attempt at convincing them he’s strong enough to go back to the apartment, Manon sits on the floor beside the side of the couch where Lucas’ head is resting. Arthur and Daphne plop themselves on the couch opposite him. There are footsteps coming towards them from the kitchen and Lucas turns to see Eliott carrying a glass of water and a small bowl. He sets them down on the table and Lucas notices for the first time that Eliott’s features are enveloped in worry and stress and sadness and honestly, Lucas has no idea why. Eliott has no right being sad over this. No fucking right.

“How are you feeling, Lulu?” Eliott offers, voice gentle and quiet. He’s handling Lucas with kid gloves and it makes his blood boil, but he doesn’t have the energy right now to tell him off.

“Hpmh,” is the only thing that Lucas can manage and it’s enough, apparently, to convey he’s still mad at Eliott, which only causes Eliott to be more upset. Lucas can tell he’s upset, and Lucas hates that he can, but to anyone else, Eliott looks normal. Like a regular person concerned about someone who is laying on their couch and probably bleeding all over the material. Lucas knows that Eliott wouldn’t care about that though.

“Are you thirsty? Or hungry? I have some soup here if you are,” an endearing smile spreads across Eliott’s face and Lucas would deny his offer, but his throat is dry and he feels like he’s going to die if he doesn’t drink water right now.

“I’m thirsty,” Lucas informs the group harshly. “Give me the water,” he demands with a pout.

Eliott is surprised, Lucas thinks, by the tone he uses. He must’ve thought Lucas was going to be sweet while he was feeling like he had been shoved down a garbage disposal. Fuck that. Lucas is still, if not more, pissed than he was before and he wasn’t about to be sweet with Eliott.

Lucas is handed the water and gulps it down in approximately seven seconds flat, demanding more by shoving the glass in Eliott’s hands and declaring it empty. Eliott is taken aback and leaves Lucas’ side to fill the glass once more. As soon as he is far enough from ear shot, he receives a glare from Manon and an invisible scold from Arthur.

“Lucas, stop being so mean Eliott!” Daphne whisper shouts.

“Yeah, Lulu, I know you’re hurt, but Eliott is the one that found you after you got attacked and carried you back here. Without him, you probably would’ve either been sent to the hospital or not found until tomorrow morning,” Arthur explains. Wait, so Eliott found him? And carried him back here? Here must be Eliott’s apartment then, Lucas determines. Why would he do that? To take pity on him, maybe? Perhaps, but that seems a little out of character for Eliott. He never did things out of pity or at least he never used to.

The group scolds him for a few more minutes until he agrees to be a bit nicer to Eliott, considering he did help him. Eliott enters the room and hands Lucas a bigger glass than the one he drank from before, full to the brim with water. Lucas looks up to thank him and notices that his eyes are a little red and puffy and it takes him a second to realize how long it took Eliott to get him a new glass of water. It took over five minutes, when the kitchen was less than 30 seconds away. Lucas doesn’t know what happened, but Eliott looks upset and his stomach churns, catching him by surprise.

Lucas can be nice to Eliott, he thinks. Not because he’s forgiven him, but because he carried Lucas back here. There’s also soup on the table and Lucas thinks he can be nice in exchange for the soup that he wants in his stomach. Sometimes, you have to be nice if it means you get soup.

Marti 04:22

Lucas has been awake for hours. The pain in his abdomen is pounding and he doesn’t think any amount of store-bought Ibuprofen is going to help it. A few minutes after waking up, he notices Eliott sitting in the chair opposite the couch Lucas is laying on. He appears peacefully asleep, so Lucas doesn’t bother him. Just because he isn’t sleeping doesn’t mean he has to make Eliott suffer the same fate.

Marti 05:01

In the end, a nightmare seems to startle Eliott out of sleep. Lucas, who may as well be a mannequin, tugs his eyes over to Eliott’s heaving chest and rugged breaths. Lucas adjusts his head to get a full look and the first thing he can see are his eyes. They’re still a mix of blue and green now surrounded by heavy circles of dark purple and gray. He looks tired. Man, he can relate to that.

“I hope I didn’t wake you,” Eliott says, the concern for Lucas’ well being obviously the top priority.

Lucas can only muster a whisper. “It’s okay, I’ve been awake for a while now.” Since there wasn’t a clock around and he doesn’t know where his phone is, he can only do a rough assumption of the amount of time that has passed. He doubts that anyone would expect for him to be specific right now anyway.

“Can I get you anything?” Eliott questions gently.

Lucas shakes his head, not needing Eliott to do anything more for him. “No thank you. I’m going to try and go back to sleep.”

Eliott nods. “That sounds like a good idea.”

Marti 05:59

They end up watching something on tv. Neither of them can fall asleep, so they find themselves sitting a comfortable distance from each other on the couch. The tv is the only thing projecting light in the apartment and Lucas finds that he enjoys it like this. Of course the sun will rise soon, but for now the world is dark and the sound of cartoon cops busting down a criminal’s door gives him comfort.

He’ll take it.

Marti 07:47

Lucas falls asleep at some point. He registers that he made it halfway through episode eight, but he doesn’t remember exactly. He does register that his body is at an angle and there is something warm wrapped around his waist. And he doesn’t remember his pillow being this hard.

His grogginess is punched out of him when his vision focuses and lands on Eliott, who has become his pillow and blanket simultaneously. His arm was snaked around Lucas, holding him close and his breathing was no longer labored but steady and slow.

Thoughts about whether he should move or not race in his mind, except his body can’t keep up. His stomach aches and his head is pounding and sleep is the only viable option he can rationally deduce so he snuggles into Eliott’s chest again, not bothering to move.

He’ll go back to hating Eliott when he wakes up.

Marti 08:10

He’s half asleep when his head moves to something softer.

Weird.

Marti 11:34

There’s a note on the coffee table when Lucas wakes up alone.

Went to class

Mika will be over around 13 to help you if you need

Food in fridge (though I can’t promise it’s any good)

Arthur and Manon are coming over later

Hope you slept well and I’ll see you around 15:30

Eliott~

It might seem ridiculous, but that was a lot of information to process. Lucas focused on the fact that Mika was coming over in about an hour and a half. Lucas wouldn’t mind a little company, even if it’s Mika. Lucas sleeps until then.

Marti 14:14

Lucas ends up having to ask Mika to be quieter when he begins shouting at the video games they’re playing. Lucas is handling about one game every 20 minutes, which is good, he thinks. He’d give himself a pat on the back, but everything still aches.

A little while ago, he’d eaten and taken some ibuprofen, which had slowly reduced the throbbing. Mika had gotten him some ice and a hot water bag, allowing Lucas to alternate between hot and cold. He continues that for an hour and drinks a couple of cups of tea before Eliott walks in the door.

Lucas squirms, stomach queasy. Eliott looks like hell, probably because he’s been taking care of Lucas. Except he never asked Eliott to take care of him. He wouldn’t have. He may have asked him if they had remained best friends. But that hadn’t happened, had it? The anger is bubbling, as Lucas thinks about what could have been, what they could’ve had.

You can still have it. You’ll just have to work harder.

Lucas never thought he’d be rolling his eyes at his own conscience, but here he is. He’s bruised and broken, lying on his former best friend’s couch, trying to stifle the thoughts he wishes he could entertain. This year had not turned out the way he expected.

He avoids Eliott’s eyes, throwing his arms around his stomach as a barrier between them. He means it as a way to keep them seperate, as a gesture to keep Eliott away, but he winces. The bruises on his stomach are, apparently, still prominent and painful and the reaction causes concern to erupt in Eliott’s eyes. Somehow, he looks like he’s aged several years over the past 24 hours that Lucas can remember seeing him. He really shouldn’t care that he’s causing that concern, that sadness, but Eliott doesn’t have a right to feel responsible.

Mika sits there with him for a few more minutes, probably because he can see the tension in Lucas’ face, but eventually, he has to leave for work.

“Goodbye kitten, text me if you need anything,” he says, leaning down to kiss Lucas’ forehead. Lucas is granted a slap from Mika when he gags loudly. “Even in this state, you’re an ass.”

“Always,” Lucas throws a shit-eating grin in his direction.

“Play nice, kitten,” Mika exits with a wink, leaving Lucas twitching.

Eliott looks nervous in his own apartment, as he stands, not knowing what he should do next. “Can I, uh, get you anything?”

Lucas welcomes the agitation that has settled in his chest. “Not unless you know someone who can magically heal my bruises or the pain.” He definitely doesn’t regret his bitter tone when he sees Eliott grow upset. No, definitely not. Not even a little.

“I’m sorry I can’t do that for you, but could I ate least get you some food or painkillers?”

“I took ibuprofen recently.” Lucas is curt, but Eliott keeps trying.

“What about food? I could make soup or pasta or we could order takeaway?”

Lucas hates that he seriously considers ordering takeaway before the door slams open.

“WE BROUGHT PIZZA!” Arthur yells loudly, entering the room with pizazz. The cardboard box in his hands smells heavenly and Lucas’ stomach seems to agree, growling loud enough that the downstairs neighbors can probably hear.

Behind Arthur is Manon, carrying several bottled drinks, including colas and ginger ale. She smiles down at him, seemingly pleased that he’s awake and engaged. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been hit by a tram, run over by another one and laying underneath one parked at a station stop,” he replies dramatically.

Manon doesn’t attempt to hide her fondness as she pulls a page out of the Lallemant handbook, rolling her eyes so far back into her head he’s not sure she’ll be able to roll them back.

“That’s my thing.”

“You don’t own eye rolling, Lucas,” Manon insists.

“Yes I do, the official ownership of eye rolling is on my wall,” Lucas nods, attempting to convince her with the speed at which he nods.

“Yeah, okay. I totally believe you.”

“You should believe me, I’m the most believable.”

“You’re the most idiotic,” Arthur interrupts, “but glad to see you’re feeling better.” He chucks a slice of pizza onto Lucas’ lap. “Now eat before you get grumpy.”

“I am not grumpy,” Lucas pouts.

“There’s the grumpster,” Manon teases.

“Grumpy McGrumpy-face,” Arthur interjects.

“Grumpy Cat?” Manon poses it as a question, as if to incite more name brainstorming.

“Grumpy Pants?” Arthur returns.

“Grump-” Manon doesn’t get to finish before Lucas jumps in.

“Alright, alright. I get it! I might sometimes get a little grumpy, now can we move on?”

“Okay Grumpy McGrumpy-face,” Arthur laughs as he receives a glare from Lucas.

Over the course of three slices, Lucas has learned from Arthur and Manon that the people responsible for his attack were found by the administration and expelled for the brutality of the incident. Lucas is left with bruises, but at least the assholes who caused them are no longer roaming the halls of the school. The teachers and students also have banded together to create a support group for LGBT members of the school so that no one has to feel alone and that makes Lucas’s heart swell just a little bit. It’s nice that something good came out of this, even if he has to live with the scars.

Throughout the course of the evening, Lucas has noticed that Eliott has been decidedly quiet, not even attempting to involved himself in the conversation once. It might have been due to the evil eye Lucas had been throwing him for the past several hours, but Lucas refuses to feel bad for anything. He’s too busy enjoying his time with his friends to feel bad about anything.

When there’s a break in the conversation, Eliott excuses himself to the restroom. Arthur and Manon use that time to their advantage to probe.

“How’s it going with Eliott?” Manon whispers.

“Not going to answer that,” Lucas responds, because the last thing he wants to talk about is Eliott.

“Hate to burst your grumpy little bubble but that technically is answering it,” Arthur joins in.

“Who asked you?” Lucas says, snarky tone in tow.

“No one, but my mom always told me my opinions are invaluable,” Arthur grins cheekily.

“Hate to break it to you, but that’s complete bullshit.”

“I’m going to tell my mom on you unless you be nice,” Arthur waves a pizza crust at Lucas as if he’s a parent scolding his young child. Lucas sticks his tongue out in response. Arthur just shakes his head. “Immature.”

“So,” Manon continues pointedly, “Eliott?”

“No.”

“Come on, Lucas. You have to at least admit that is was nice of him to bring you to his house and take care of you.”

“I didn’t ask him to do that, Arthur.”

“You couldn’t ask anyone to do anything, Lucas. You were comatose.” Manon reminds.

“Just because he chose to help doesn’t mean I have to be nice.” Lucas was sticking to his ground.

“You’re being unreasonable Lucas. He fucking picked you up off the ground and dragged you back here. He stayed up for hours worrying about you.” Arthur insists.

“Please tell me you’ve at least said thank you to him.” Manon pleads. Lucas has to think and the pause is enough of an answer for Manon, who looks at him with disappointed eyes. “Lucas. Come on.”

“I didn’t ask him to, Manon! I don’t owe him anything.”

“What is your fucking problem, Lu?” Arthur asks, agitated.

“What’s my problem? My problem is that he stops talking to me with no explanation, while my family is falling apart, while I need him the most. He was my best friend and he left me right before my dad did. I suffered through my mom falling apart because of the divorce. I fell apart because I was a kid trying to take care of a mentally ill parent with no help. I was a kid watching as my mom was taken to a facility by my dad and his new girlfriend while I was left to fend for myself. All of that happened without him because he decided that he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He decided that I wasn’t worth it.”

He is out of breath and wheezing as his friend’s eyes fall downcast.

“It’s not fair that I’m expected to thank him when he decided to help without my asking. He’s fucking crazy if he thinks this is going to fix anything.”

Lucas expected to continue his rant, his expulsion of pent up anger about his former best friend the next few moments aren’t what he expects. He expects for the silence to remain as he yells about his grief. What he gets is Eliott walking by, eyes puffy and red as he crosses the one-sided war zone of the living room. Lucas registers the sound of the door to the apartment closing and he looks to Manon and Arthur, who are just as, if not more shocked than he at the turn of events.

Lucas takes no time hobbling to his feet, grabbing his sweatshirt and requesting help from Manon and Arthur to get him back to the coloc.

Lucas doesn’t plan on being here when Eliott gets back.

#elu fic #eliott demaury #lucas x eliott #Lucas Lallemant #skam fr #skam france #skamfr #elu #I AM ALIVE #lol this took way too long #but uh life got in my way #its not as long as i wanted but the next chapter will have more than this #also #LUCAS YOU DUMB CHILD #i am not responsible for this idiot boy

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Diamonds are a girl's best friend pt. 2

Why work on my series of fics no one reads lol people like my blurbs more and these I have ideas for

Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: swearing and shit, implication of sex but no smut, the usual

Summary: seriously, what who turns down diamonds from someone you love?

Part 1 here!

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A couple years had passed since you first met Tom. His career took off, as he deserved, and you finally finished college. Your relationship was public, but for the most part it was surprisingly chill. You had a job lined up in your field, and Tom was getting various offers each week. Both of you were thriving and happily in love. You even moved in together a while back. Even though you weren't always together for periods of time, neither of you felt out of touch. Sure, there were times when you missed each other like crazy, but the happy, blissful moments together made up for it. Like right now.

You were slowly waking up due to a cold breeze hitting your bare back. Tom shifted in his sleep and pulled the blanket more off your upper body. Groaning you tugged it back and snuggled into his body. He was also bare, like you. He had been away for a couple days to meet with some producers and got back last night. He really seemed to miss you to say the least. Not that you were complaining. It was a nice greeting and left you feeling wonderfully sore the next morning. However, your shifting woke up your boyfriend. He stretched and you clung onto him.

"Mmm stop moving. Stay in bed all day." You voice was groggy from sleep. You tried to get closer to him by wrapping a leg over his.

He simply chuckled. "Darling it's 10:30 and I thought you said you wanted to run to some store with Y/F/N this afternoon?"

"Ughh shit I did didn't I? Well fine I shall be productive I guess. What are you doing then?” You groaned as you rolled out of bed.

His eyes lingered on your form before grabbing his phone from the bedside table. “I think I may go to the gym, do some busy work, answer emails and such. Would you be interested in going out to dinner tonight? Nothing too fancy, but not Taco Bell or any nasty American fast food either. I feel like right now we both have some time off and are able to breathe.” He made eye contact with you as you walked out of the closet, dressed and looking adorable as ever. “I like your hair like that by the way; pulled back and half up. It’s cute.”

“Thanks babe! Figured I’d shake up one of the 2 ways I wear my hair. And yeah dinner sounds amazing! I’ve been wanting to dress up a little anyway. Now I have some time before I meet her. Want breakfast before you work out?”

“Darling you read my mind. Now I remember why I love you so much.” He kissed you, put on his boxers and sweats, and you rolled your eyes with a smile as the both of you began making breakfast. Next thing you knew, each of you were on your ways and you were walking into an American Eagle.

“Listen. Tom wants to go out tonight, I have some spare cash, let’s hit the Aerie clearance and find me some cute shit to wear.”

You friend looked to you. “Any occasion for going out tonight?” She perused the racks as you nodded no. “Huh well any excuse to buy cute shit is a good one for me. Plus if you get laid tonight, want something new and fun underneath right?”

“Shut up! We bang and fool around regularly, but that isn’t necessary.” She just gave you the side eye and smirked. You ignored her and then you continued catching up with each other.

Around 5pm you walked into your place. “Tom? Babe you here?” You put your stuff down and walked further to find your man. He texted you a while ago and told you he was enjoying a marathon on Netflix. However, the TV was paused and there was no other sign of life. Walking closer to your shared bedroom, you heard him speaking softly on the phone. You smiled at him laying randomly on the bed. He looked like a handsome dork.

“Nah we are getting dinner tonight. That’s been taken care of,” he chuckles, “can you swing by though and - Hey Y/N you’re home. How was shopping? Mate I will talk to you later. Thanks.” He hung up with a bright smile as he sat up.

“It was fun! Y/F/N says hi by the way. She also said to not be a cliche tonight. I don’t know why, but I think it was because we were talking about spoilers and stuff for your next few films. I don’t know... I love her but I zoned out a bit. Plus I was telling her you were doing work stuff all day today and tonight.” You plopped down beside him on the bed and scrolled on your phone.

He poked your side and you snickered. He laughed with you and spoke. “She always assumes I will blow it. All the fans do. It is funny I will say but come on.”

“It’s why we love you so much! Now. When is dinner? I had a small lunch because I wanted room for where ever we go.” You got up to change your outfit a tad, that way it became a little more formal, but nothing too fancy. The height the heels gave you made you feel confident.

“I was thinking that new place that opened down town? It seemed nice and I’ve been wanting to try it.”

“Excellent. Works for me! Now what were you on the phone about? I didn’t interrupt an important call did I?”

“Not at all. Just Harrison is all. He wanted to check in and see what’s up.”

“Cool. Now I’m ready if you are. Let’s eat!” He grabbed your hand, kissed it, and pulled you out the door to enjoy a lovely meal.

Time Skip to After Dinner

“That was sooo good! You were right. We needed that Tommy.” You leaned on him with his arm around you as he flicked the lights on and dropped the keys down on the nearest surface. Suddenly you saw a big bouquet of your favorite flowers. “Aw did you get these for me? You didn’t need to do that!” You kissed his cheek and he smiled as you enjoyed them.

“I know but I wanted to. I like to spoil you remember? Plus you got me that watch a while back and I owe you. Thank Haz for dropping them off.”

“My mom helped me pick that out shut up. She was the one telling me to pick you out a nice new one as a gift.” You sniffed the flowers again. The sweet smell honestly just made your heart swell. You truly had the perfect man. “You’re perfect.”

“So are you love. Now, speaking of your mother. She also helped me pick something out for you as well. Let me go grab it. Wait here.” Nodding you smiled to yourself and hopped up to sit on the counter. You scrolled on your phone with a flower in your hand. Looking up, your lovely Brit walked back to you with his hand in his pocket and a smile on his face.

Your foot kicked him lightly, “What did ya get me hmm? Since you talked to my mom I can only assume it’s something shiny.” The glint in your eyes from the kitchen light, along with the playful smirk you gave him made him smile.

“That it is. Now um, shit, I planned on being smoother in my head. Alright. Remember that night I was worried as hell about an upcoming press tour? Overall I was stressing about nothing and you helped calm me down? Yeah you just finished like 2 lab reports and an exam, handled it like a damn champ, then dropped everything and we had a night in for ourselves. We goofed around like kids and just spent time together. Sex during a bath then later on the couch wasn’t bad either. Regardless, remember how utterly happy we were that night? Even more so than how happy we always are.” You nodded with a cute smile on your face, remembering the night that was nearly 5 months ago. “Right so it was that night, that made me realize how perfect, sweet, selfless, and utterly and completely irreplaceable you are Y/N. So I called your mum and we had been working back and forth on this, I even got your dad’s approval too. I wasn’t meeting producers the past few days, I went to meet your mum to pick this up.”

The whole time he’s talking, pieces are being put together in your head and it’s like time slows down. The bastard still hasn’t taken out anything to show you so all you do is cling to his words. He isn’t being subtle and needs to say it and make it real or else you may burst. “Tom, for the love of God get on with it or I’m gonna smack you!” You eyes were big and he chuckled a little. To think this started out as any other day.

“Easy on me love, not like this isn’t nerve wracking. We aren’t the biggest romantics but let me do my thing here baby. I love you more than anything and that’s never going to change. And remember the first time I handed you a little velvet box? You almost yelled at me thinking those earrings was an engagement ring.” He paused a little and stepped closer.” Well, promise me that you won’t yell at me this time.” He stood between your legs and his arms rested on your thighs. Out of his pocket he pulled out the little box and revealed the most stunning engagement ring ever seen in your life. “This time I don’t think it’s too soon or anything. I think it’s rather perfect if you ask me. So, let me ask you. Will you marry me?”

“Finally! Of course! Yes I will! Holy shit that’s some ring.” He slid it on your finger and you saw that it wasn’t too flashy, but it wasn’t too modest either. It was perfect, set it platinum and the diamonds were sparkling just for you. “God I love you.” He kissed you feverishly in response and your legs wrapped around him tightly. You pulled back, “You know. I did go out shopping today.”

He looked at you curiously, “I know. So what about it?”

You lifted up your shirt and revealed part of your new Aerie purchase. “I guess I should return the favor. A gift for a gift after all.” You smirked and looked into his eyes. They were dark and made you eager for the night to come.

“Get to the bedroom, put on those earrings I got you before, and let me see my gifts next to yours. What do you say love?” Hopping down you kissed him again and tugged his hair a little.

“I say I like what my fiance suggests. We have to celebrate after all.” And celebrate you did. All night long, the next day, and a little bit in between in the car when you went to visit Harrison and Tom’s family. Life could not be more perfect when diamonds are involved.

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This wasn't requested or anything but I hope ya'll like it. Like and reblog as always!

#tom holland x reader #tom holland blurb #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine #fanfiction #fanfic

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Midgardsblot- Wolfziet Blog/Review continued...

So where was I? Midgardsblot to Wolfszeit. My adventure continues…

Having sucessfully left Midgardsblot in Borre behind me, I took the metro to a place, where to this day I still get tongue-tied trying to pronounce, even though Sognsvann, once you know even rudimentary Norwegian, should be really easy to say! With the overwhelming beauty of the Sognsvann lake itself, its sister lakes and the surrounding forest, I couldn’t believe where I was and also where I had come from. The reason I had taken a detour was a desire to see as much as I could before catching my coach to Copenhagen later that evening, giving me plenty of time to spare.

Once I arrived at the lake, with the next opportunity to rest not until I boarded my coach later that night, I took time out to have a good sleep before checking out the beauty around me and continuing my journey onward to Denmark. Anyone that knows me, however, will know that I’m a massive walking enthusiast and going to a place with such perfect terrain for hiking whilst carrying incredibly heavy bags containing everything but the kitchen sink was a little soul destroying, not being able to go on the miles & miles of hikes available around me. I did try for a small walk up hill until it became too much to bear and retreated back to the spot I had left, sitting by the lake soaking it all in until it was near time to leave. I do think it’s worth a return journey, where perhaps I will camp a couple of days and enjoy the all the lakes & views have to offer, especially as I only found out while there that it is legal to go to any natural forest area in Norway and camp for up to three days so long as you clean up after yourself and always seek permission from private landowners if you want to camp on their land.

Leaving the lake I got to Oslo itself with perhaps four hours to spare which turned out to be a great thing. Whilst on the opera building looking out onto the city of Oslo I spoke to an elderly Canadian couple who told me all about Vigeland Sculpture Park, with maybe just a couple of hours to spare (at this point) I contemplated journeying there as it was appealed to my arty side. Honestly I’m not one of those people who reads tour guides, maybe I should, but I find it more interesting and exciting finding it out from locals or even fellow travellers. Knowing that I was up against the clock made it that little bit more exciting! I powered through to get to the sculpture park, took some videos, a moment to look at the art and beauty of the surroundings and even managed to stop off at a local pub for food before heading to the bus terminal all in the nick of time. It was an experience that was definitely worth the risk.

A satisfying day alone, now night was falling and it was time to wind down and start to think about trying to sleep. I was on my way to Copenhagen and at first it was hard to simmer down but I got a good couple of hours. My adventure was in full bloom, I had already seen some of Norway and now I was heading to Denmark.

THE HUSTLE & BUSTLE OF COPENHAGEN

Early morning and the realisation that I was in Denmark hadn’t fully sunk in. Myself and a fellow Migardsblot attendee got off the coach and we prepared for the next part of our trips, her onward journey home to Germany and mine to sample what Denmark had to offer! First impressions of where we got off weren’t too positive, waking up to crisp morning air to look upon not to visually pleasing scenery. (Granted nothing at this moment or maybe at all was going to top the views I witnessed in Norway, however it seemed like any old dirty looking city at this point.) To top it off, after getting directions from a local, I got lost whilst looking for my hostel! I found the city easy to walk through in the early morning however it was quite chaotic later in the day. I noticed that in both Norway and Denmark, people take exercise seriously as they both have a lot more bike lanes to offer, and there are more people on bikes. Looking left for the traffic and right for the bikes it was crazy, I completely respect and appreciate more people using their legs and exercising but being British and not used to actually full bike lanes it was a tad hazardous. Reaching the hostel, the relief and satisfying feeling that I was finally going to have a shower after an all-nighter on a coach was the almost over whelming Nope! Got to the desk and bear in mind I have been to many a hostel on trips previous this one was different to all the others, this one didn’t check in until 3pm (Great I have hours!! All I want is a shower and to wash my clothes….) so I exhausted the day by going on walks around Denmark, checking out the tourist Venus fly trap that is the little mermaid statue. (Childhood nostalgia.) Then trying to walk other places which my feet and legs didn’t forgive me for in the end, making the shower even more enjoyable once finally embracing it.

Next day I went on a cultural trip to a certain place in Denmark where everything was really chilled, I could say where it is but for this time I’ll leave you to go and witness it for yourself. Let’s just say I was intoxicated by things not only the surroundings but the things that were going on, such as artists whether it be painters or musicians. Just being alone walking by the water nearby and seeing locals collecting fire wood and other such things was great. One of the times that being alone for that one moment was truly perfect.

I found being myself a little hard at times in Copenhagen, just because of the more diverse mix of people and I’m like Marmite you either love or hate me. Which as Denmark banned Marmite wasn't a good thing! So for this time it wasn’t like being a festival where it’s easy to find people that had anything in common with, these were people of all ethnicities and cultures which is good. Your never going to gel with everyone, so being at the hostel and Denmark in general was a little out of my comfort zone. Don’t misunderstand me I did really enjoy it at times. I met some great, interesting people some who understood me better than I could even imagine, however I found I was thinking too much and coming from somewhere I found tranquil and peaceful at times this was just a completely different and quite tense experience. Saying this I do think I would return just not after going to somewhere like Norway first.

ONWARDS TO GERMANY

Boarding the night train in Germany was a challenge in some ways, I got on so far down from where my actual carriage was that I had to back track with a heavy back pack walking down the narrowest spaces on the train, I was sweating lots and still couldn’t find where I was meant to be going. I ended up giving up and sitting near to people who actually were pretty nice and one of them was super mothering which is welcome sometimes. Once they left I got some shut eye, having to change trains a few times in the early AM. Even though I was tired I still found this part of my journey interesting, including the times I was awake and getting excited for my last part of the trip. A little helpful tip if you ever end up on a night train to Germany, at Hamburg station around perhaps 5am in the morning and wonder if there will be anything open, yes is the answer, many places that offer sandwiches and coffee which was very welcome.

WOLFSZEIT

The elusive German festival, truly in the middle of nowhere. Almost impossible to get to, it was lucky that I knew someone who lived in Germany who knew where she was going. It was a complete rush to get most of the way there and the rest would have been a least an hours walk. Luckily me and friend where asked if we wanted a ride from some friendly natives who were going to festival so no walking for us! However getting back on a Sunday was near to impossible having no buses and barely any trains running. Even knowing this, I still got a ticket and train there, figuring me and my friend would work something out as that what we seemed to do together. There wasn’t any resting, from one train us to another. I think the final bus is where I had some minutes to spare where I ran to the nearest shop to pick some food as we were going to be in the middle of nowhere, literally. We were at the point where it was an hour trek from the nearest village to the actual site, stepping off the bus and minute to prepare myself for the trip, then a car pulled out within the and a guy started talking German. Bonus we have a lift. Off to Wolfszeit!

WOLFSZEIT

With our tents all set up, we met up with more friends and took our time to really get to know where things were, what things they had to offer etc. This festival was very small and only had two food options, in the day and didn’t have a super market or shop anywhere near so it’s recommended to buy all the food and drink you need before you get there. However they do have a couple of café type shop pop ups in the morning that opens early for a couple hours, and if you get there early enough you get the best pick with its fantastic fresh sandwiches, coffee and fruit. And to be honest it is extraordinarily welcome after the night before, plus the fact at the best of times all you might need is a good brew and sometimes it’s not easy to find at festival. Not this one!

Again, just like Midgardsblot, this festival was not what I had expected. Yes I knew it was a small festival in the middle of know where other than that I was clueless, the website gave nothing away and actually all the views where mesmerising. Like seeing stars that were seemed bigger and brighter than those visible back home and surrounded by the pure blue of the sky and fullness of the moon. Truly breathtaking and magical, surrounded by trees and walks that go for miles. When we weren’t listening to music or attempting to sleep we were going on walks and this place was so majestic. It was the definition of rural living with locals living on the hill top and near a lake. Even with it being so out the way and almost impossible to get back from if you didn’t drive like Moi, it didn’t matter even if this was the last time I could go to this festival I was glad I took the nonstop journey for this experience as it was completely worth it.

The music

Line-Up 2016:- SATYRICON SOLSTAFIR VARG EISREGEN ARKONA HEIDEVOLK NARGAROTH URFAUST IMPERIUM DEKADENZ HEIMDALLS WACHT NACHTBLUT OBSCURITY BLACK MESSIAH WOLFCHANT XIV DARK CENTURIS HARAKIRI FOR THE SKY THRUDVANGAR FIMBULVET FIRTAN STRYDEGOR.

If you think it was the acts at this event were going to play the same old, think again! Yes I had seen a couple of acts repeatedly over the course of the summer, I had witness Heidvolk at least 3 times before seeing them at Wolfsziet and they alone did an awesome set. Instead of playing the popular songs in the ordinary fashion, they had an acoustic part to their set which was great. Solstafir also stepped out of their usual routine and played their earlier more rock style stuff which was good to hear also. This festival had some acts that I hadn’t seen anywhere else either due to cancellations or they just didn’t play in other festivals this year. I was most looking forward to Black Messiah (German folk metal band) who cancelled Ragnarok festival in April this year. Firtan, a Black/pagan metal also from Germany. Other then their sets being a little too short for my liking, I was delighted to see both of those bands as I had listened to a lot of both of them before travelling to Wolfsziet. Another two bands I had never seen live before and were really looking forward to was Harakiri For The Sky and Obscurity! To be honest I can't remember seeing much Obscurity, however Harakiri For The Sky were as good if not better then I imagined. I would have been happy just going for just those four acts alone and still felt that the festival was worth the travel and the sleepiness nights, however most of the acts there new, old or in between were pretty superb. If I was going to name the worst act it would only be because it was the last act of the last night and at this point the weekend, traveling and walking was taking its toll so watching a; flamboyant, colourful, dramatically and I think slightly unnecessary act was the reason this act was my least favourite, and that act was Satyricon, I’m sure I will watch them again (sorry guys just wasn’t for me on this occasion.)

I was truly satisfied not only with the festival in general but the acts also under a beautiful night sky and hot heat in the day.

The journey home.

A long one needless to say miss my flight after my friend gave me a lift that was totally out of his way to the airport. My luggage went missing and I had to try and get another flight, however I found it hilarious as it turned out I accidently had to go to Belgium…Again! And once I touch down in Belgium from Olso (yes I had to go from Frankfurt to Oslo to Belgium to Manchester) my Bag mysteriously appeared thanks to the helpful lost baggage staff, I had already got used to fact I wouldn’t see it again and they found it for me, was truly grateful.

Hours late but in one piece I made it home from one truly exciting adventure and will hope to do another festival again soon. All in all one hell of a trip!

#part2 #metalfest #norway #adventure #travel

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Higurashi Month 2021, Day 15: Heart Song

Mion had known something was up from the second they hustled her into the classroom. It wasn’t anything tangible, any evidence –maybe it was just the murmurs she heard, of the one old man talking about how the radio he’d tried sounding just like it did when the Americans came through during the war.

When communications were jammed.

Maybe it was just a tingle on the back of her neck, a fear that since the phone lines were down and the radios weren’t working (why? a suspicious corner of her mind persisted, why would the radios not be working?), if something happened, there would be no way anyone in the entire village could call for help, not until it was too late.

And why guns, that same corner of her mind persisted, why did these people bring guns to a remote mountain village? “To deal with looters?” Who, exactly, is around here to steal things, except the people you’ve already packed into boxes?

From muttering to screaming, her instincts were telling her that there was something just not right about this whole mess. She absently cupped her left wrist, trying to calm herself as the band of characters there pulsed with a rapid, thrumming heat. Keiichi was nervous, he had to be, if his heart was pounding this quickly. She had to be calm, had to be the steady rock of the club, had to be strong for her soulmate.

The fizz in her veins as she thought of him helped, but what helped most of all was seeing a familiar head of green hair through the gaps of arms and legs in the cramped classroom. Mion began excusing and sidestepping her way over to where Shion was standing by the wall, and her heart fluttered as she saw Keiichi standing there with her. He felt that –of course he did– and looked around, knowing that she’d seen him, and locked eyes with Mion a moment later. He looked worried, but he was pretending to be strong too, even when Shion had a full-fledged frown.

“This isn’t right.” she said the moment Mion made it over, her frown cutting deeper into her face as she looked at the windows, the people busily taping them down as flashlights from the soldiers whirled in the darkness outside. “None of this is right.”

“You’re tellin’ me.” Mion agreed. “I’ve got a bad, bad feeling about all this.”

“Me too.” Keiichi admitted, which surprised her, given as he was dense as a sack of hammers. He rubbed the back of his neck and shifted from one foot to another. “I just…you’re the locals here, are there any historical accounts of this happening?”

“No.” Mion said, as Shion backed her up with a firm headshake.

“Yeah, so why –after no geological buildup– is toxic gas spilling out of the swamp?” Keiichi asked, his heartbeat skipping just a tad faster against her wrist even when his face didn’t change. “Something that’s never happened before in all of Hinamizawa’s history, either.”

“And how did these soldiers know about it before we did?” Shion asked, plucking out an inconsistency that even Mion hadn’t noticed and examining it under the harsh light of logic. “How did they know about something happening in the middle of the mountains, gear up, send their people all the way out here, and do all of that before we even noticed that something was wrong?”

“Some amateur geologist or whatever could have called them and told them.” Keiichi said doubtfully. Shion pierced him with a single look.

“When the phone lines are down?” she asked, and a chill slid down Mion’s spine. “And the radios aren’t working?”

“The only way they could’ve gotten here so fast is because they knew it was gonna happen.” she said, putting the pieces together. “Or…”

No. No, they couldn’t possibly…

“Onee?” Shion asked quietly, as Mion felt warm fingers slide over her wrist. She looked up from Keiichi’s hand into his worried eyes, and swallowed hard.

“You’re a city boy.” she said. “Do you think it’s a good idea to put dozens of people in an airtight room for hours and hours on end?”

“Uh, no.” Keiichi said with a scoff. “You can only survive about 16 hours in an airtight space the size of a car, and assuming they’d keep us here until gas masks were delivered in the morning, that’s 12 hours right there. Plus, there’s a lot more of us per square foot than one person inside a car, and to be honest, there’s probably a lot less space per person in here than there’d be if we all had a car to ourselves, so we probably wouldn’t even last those twelve hour…s…”

He paused, and she felt his pulse spike as Keiichi’s eyes grew wide with horror.

“Oh no.” he whispered.

“They didn’t put us in here to save us, did they?” Shion whispered fiercely. “This is all some kind of a set-up!”

“Yeah, and there’s people with guns outside.” Mion hissed back. “Whatever we’re going to do, we’d better think it through first!”

“Everyone’s focused on the windows. Is there anyone out in the hall?” Keiichi whispered.

The two of them were both shorter than Keiichi, and as Mion and Keiichi shuffled over to the door, blocking Shion with their bodies, she peeled the tape away and pulled it off in two strips, one on the bottom and one on the side, freeing the door to move. Slowly, gently, carefully, she slid it aside, making sure that nobody would be able to see the door move before she bent down and peered through. Mion couldn’t see what she saw, but she felt Shion tense against her leg.

“Two more with guns.” she whispered, as Mion and Keiichi exchange horrified glances. “And they…wait-”

Before Mion can ask what the hell’s going on, Shion suddenly launches herself back, dragging Mion and Keiichi with her, and Mion barely has time to react before the door is ripped open and a man in a gas mask throws some kind of canister into the room. Keiichi’s pulse beats along her wrist, and it’s as high and scared as her own.

With a poisonous hiss, the thing begins to spew gas, and the man wrenches the door shut again as people begin to belatedly cry out, realizing one by one the danger that they’re in. The three club members cough as the air grows thick, backing away hastily as all three of them instinctively pull their shirts over their nose and mouth.

“Gas!” someone screams. “Gas!”

“We need to get out of here!” Shion cried, holding the high collar of her turtleneck over her face. Her eyes are already beginning to water.

“Guns!” Mion coughed. “We can’t-”

The others aren’t listening, though, clawing at the windows and ripping the tape free, breaking some of the glass in their desperation to escape, pounding at the frames and dragging themselves desperately to freedom.

“Don’t!” Keiichi screamed. “They-”

Gunfire chitters in the night, and the trio shrink together, trapped like rats and panicking with it, as brief sprays of light flash in the darkness outside. They hear screams, and then silence, and everyone in here is reeling, but there’s nowhere they can go. Anyone who escapes the classroom will be shot down, and it’s getting harder to breathe by the second in here.

In here…

“The lockers!” Mion chokes. “If we grab the cannister and put it in a locker –we’ll at least have longer, right?!”

“Right!” Keiichi cries, and before she can say anything, he’s running for it, dodging the stumbling and falling people around them as Mion gropes her way towards a locker, her eyes watering, trying to breathe in air that fights against her lungs. Keiichi’s pulse is roaring against the letters on her wrist, and she savors every frantic throb, knowing that it means that he’s still alive, still fighting, still with her-

“O-Onee…” she hears Shion croak, and looks over, still propping herself up against the bay of lockers, trying to breathe, trying to think of everything she knows about gas –heavier than air, filterable through cloth– even when she hasn’t a clue of what’s going on, and her heart nearly stops as she sees Shion sway woozily, collapsing back to the ground.

“SHION!” Mion cries, and Keiichi’s pulse leaps against her wrist as he hears her, feels her, even through the smog. “Shion, get up! Don’t you dare lie down, Shion, Satoshi’s still out there, you still have to find him-”

Shion chokes as her eyes stream with tears both natural and chemical, trying to claw her way upwards as her feet scrape groggily across the ground, moving her arms and legs like an overbalanced tortoise. It chills Mion to the bone, to see her sister so uncoordinated, to see her so weak, even when she’s grimly trying to drag herself back to her feet at the mention of her soulmate. Mion can’t help her, she can barely stand on her own, Keiichi where are you-

“K-Kei…” Shion manages to choke, turning her head towards where he vanished into the gas, and then she chokes, gags, coughs, her whole body rattling and going taunt as the tinted fog swirls around them.

The pulsing in Mion’s hand isn’t reassuring anymore. Its frenzied, feverish, a heart slamming against ribs like it could defy death if it just pumped hard enough, like the heart alone was trying to beat out the poison creeping into Keiichi’s system and save the rest of his body.

But then he’s there, he’s there, her indomitable best friend and soulmate, staggering towards her with the canister in one hand and the corner of his red vest held over his mouth and nose with the other, hacking desperately, meeting her eyes, and Mion grabs the edge of a locker, ready to swing it open, but then there’s a desperate flutter and a stutter against her wrist and she screams, no, not him, not this, it can’t be happening, watching Keiichi slump to the ground just on the other side of Shion, dropping the cannister and his vest both as he sprawls like a puppet with cut strings.

Mion’s lunging forward before she can realize it, crawling over Shion’s still-warm legs as they scuff over the ground like sticks, hating herself for doing this, for passing off her sister as dead –Satoshi, Satoshi, wherever you are, can you feel how her heart’s stopped beating? Do you know you’ve lost her?– but still being so very desperate to save Keiichi, Kei-chan, her soulmate. She reaches over him for the hissing hot cannister, feeling him croak out his last breaths underneath her, and the world sways and tilts and dips at the edges, choking on the very air itself now as that gas fills the room around them, feeling the butterfly flicker of his dying pulse against her wrist, sobbing openly-

It’s pathetic, how this mere stretch of floor –something she could normally reach across on all fours before coiling back to sit on her heels in mere seconds– is fraught with so much difficulties and peril, but she does it, she collapses back against the lockers as the world darkens at the edges and she feels the vile cannister in her hands spewing out more death. Mion turns with one weakened, numb arm to reach out, to try and stuff this thing inside a locker, because even if it’s almost too late she can still save others, she can still make this all be worth something-

She can’t. She’s too weak, too uncoordinated, to try and open a damn locker.

She’s crying when she looks back to Keiichi, feels the last few ghostlike flickers of his heartbeat against the words on her wrist, horror filling her world as his back bows and arches like Shion’s had, muscles pulling taunt, his last few breaths gurgling in his chest as his periwinkle eyes fly up and back, desperation etched on his face, like he still wants to help her even though he can’t even see her, like he’s still there enough to feel her own heartbeat dying against his wrist…

The world slides away from her as Mion feels herself burning inside and out, choking and drooling and slumping down as her brain stops responding and her muscles go slack, darkness rising up to envelope her like she’s sinking into a well. The only thing she can really, truly feel is Keiichi, Keiichi’s heart beating its last against her wrist, against the words that marked them as each other’s, and then it’s gone.

And so is she.

Later, when Satoko staggers out of the ravine and into town, when she sees the corpses sprawled across the classroom and her eyes are drawn to her friends in particular, she sees Mion slumped against the lockers with her sister and her soulmate before her, Keiichi sprawled on his back one way, Shion the other, Shion’s tongue lolling out of her mouth, Keiichi’s jaw stretched open in a silent scream. Mion’s face was etched with horror, and one of her hands was splayed out at an odd angle, like someone had taken something from her dead grasp and had to wrench her fingers open and almost break her wrist to get it.

The soul marks on her wrist, on Keiichi’s wrist, on Shion’s wrist, were all blackened, proving without a doubt that they were dead.

AN: Soulmate AU in which you not only have your soulmate’s first words to you written on your wrist, but you also feel their heartbeat through those words.

#Higurashi Month #Higurashi Month 2021 #Higurashi no Naku Koro ni #Higurashi When They Cry

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