#x.| i'm not america's sweetheart ( verse )

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daughtersburden continued from 👑

"There's nothin’ wrong with it, per se. I just --" With no real idea how to finish that particular thought, Scarlett simply allowed it to die on the tip of her tongue. Truth be told, she wasn't all that used to having any free time herself. On the rare occasions she actually did, most of it was spent either laying out by the pool, riding horses around the ranch, or indulging in some major retail therapy.

"Wait a minute." Upon fully processing Kathleen's response, a feigned expression of confusion clouded the brunette's face within seconds. "Just because I'm a Ewing doesn't mean I'm not a normal person livin' my life just like everyone else. ...does it?"

It was all the heiress could do to keep a straight face as the defense came out of her mouth. She knew without a doubt that she was better than the majority of those around her and paid no attention when people attempted to label her conceited, entitled, or any other chosen variations of the word.

“Eh, normal’s overrated anyway.” As if Scarlett even knew what the word meant, given her lifestyle. She’d been born into the most wealthy and powerful family in Texas, and to say that the Ewings had their fair share of drama and dysfuntion would be a vast understatement. Their money and influence had always spoken loudly, but neither could solve every problem, as she’d unfortunately been forced to learn the hard way.

That was a whole other conversation for another day, though.

#i don't know how to do short scarlett replies. #please forgive me. #x.| i'm not america's sweetheart ( verse ) #daughtersburden

[super-unpredictable98]

The Eiffel Tower Incident | The Umbrella Academy AU

Pairing: Klaus x Vicky (OC - The Eighth Child’ Verse)

Word Count: 2 k

Warning: Strong language, mention of death and a little gore

(Masterlist)

"That's really not how I pictured my first time in Paris," I sighed, looking back at father who simply gestured with his hand for us to go closer to the commotion. 

A gigantic group of tourists and locals gathered around the Eiffel Tower. Every time someone tried to get to the top, they would be pushed by an invisible force and fall to their death, the pile of corpses was getting so big that soon the next person to fall would end up surviving using the others as a human pillow. 

It was a classic case of mass hysteria, not exactly the safest or happiest scenario for a group of six 14-year-olds, even the ones with superpowers.

"Do not worry, France!" Luther stopped in front of one of the many cameras documenting the weird events. "The Umbrella Academy is here!"

"Oh, you dick..." Klaus rolled his eyes.

"I heard a rumor that nobody climbed the tower," Allison screamed guiding us closer. "I heard a rumor that you cleared the way for us. I heard a rumor that you backed off from the tower."

Meanwhile Ben was using his tentacles to grab the people mid-fall and stop them from dying, and Klaus was terrified by all the ghosts roaming around trying to tell him what happened at the same time.

"The tower is pushing you? The tower itself? Not someone up there?" He cried, holding my hand.

"The tower is doing what?" I asked confused.

"They say the Eiffel Tower killed them... go away, leave me alone! I'm not giving any messages to any lover or family member, back off!" He hid against my chest. "Please stop, please please stop!"

"Let go of her, we need Die Hard for the mission," Luther scolded. "If you can't handle yourself then you shouldn't have come, Séanse!"

"First of all, it's not like I had an option. Second of all, I DIDN'T KNOW IT WOULD BE FUCKING CADAVER TOWN OVER HERE! This is supposed to be the City of Light, not the City of Fright!" Klaus freaked out.

Okay, so let me explain how that whole mess started. That morning we got a call from the French security representative asking for help because of a mysterious phenomenon killing dozens, maybe hundreds of people in Paris. 

Dad, of course, said we would be there in no time and shoved the six of us into one of his supersonic jets without even knowing what we would be fighting against.

"This is what you kids have been preparing for your entire lives. This is your moment, your chance to save millions of lives, so don't you dare back off or give in to fear," he instructed as we arrived. "Whatever it is that you find up there, end it."

"Can't I stay with Klaus?" I asked once we assessed the situation.

"Duh, no! You're the only one of us who can actually get up there and not die, I need to throw you," Luther countered. "I throw you to the top, you inspect the premises and check what it is that's pushing people off. If you fall, we start over."

"Okay, I guess that's the best plan we have at the moment, I can handle the ghosts," Klaus nodded, letting go of me. "But be careful!"

"As if she needs it," Diego laughed as he handed me one of his knives. "In case you find that fucker up there before I do."

I nodded and held the knife between my teeth as Luther lifted me in his arms like I was some sort of cheerleader. With his enhanced strength, he easily launched me to the top of the tower. 

"-to the top of the Eiffel Tower, what seems to be... a young teenage girl flying across the square to check on the situation," my walkie-talkie bracelet picked up the radio frequency and I couldn't help but laugh. "It's America's sweetheart! Number Eight, Die Hard from the superhero team, Umbrella Academy!"

"411, Die Hard!" Luther demanded, his loud voice coming through my bracelet speakers. "Repeating, 411, over!"

"Everything seems normal," I looked around, hoping a creature would try to push me, but there was no one there. "I'm the only one here, over."

"Go inside, over," he asked while Allison and Ben handled the whole crowd and the dead bodies. 

"Roger that, Spaceboy," I replied, but before I could open the door, one of the pieces of the tower's structure pushed me. 

I held onto it, watching as it tried to shake me out and drop me, almost like each piece had its own free will and they didn't want me there. 

"OH SHIT!" Klaus' voice came through this time. "Hang in there, Schnucki!" 

"She's not getting hurt, dumbass!" Deigo groaned, but who could blame my future lover? It had only been two years since my power manifested, I didn't have nearly enough training to use it as the others did and my stamina was way lower back then. If I got tired, I was toast.

Fighting the creaking metal, I climbed back, risking raising my vulnerability, but it was the only way to get to the center of the issue. The more the tower tried to get rid of me, the more I insisted on staying until I reached the entrance that gave access to the room at the very top. 

"Stop fighting you stupid piece of junk!" I screamed, opening the door and as soon as I did, it was like everything stopped for a moment. "OH MY GOD!"

"What? What's in there?" Luther asked. "Die Hard, talk to us! Over!"

"There's a weird zombie guy in here!" I cried. 

"Zombie guy? What do you mean? Over!"

"Wait, I know him... It's zombie Gustave Eiffel?" I could barely believe the words coming out of my mouth. "I saw him in a history book last week."

"Vicky, did take one of my gummies or something?" Klaus asked. 

"No, I'm serious, this is a control room and there's a zombie pressing buttons and pulling levers!"

This is the sort of thing that used to happen when we were part of the team. I came to the conclusion that heroes don't appear to defend the world from villains, villains appear because they want to antagonize heroes. Notice how after the academy was over, not many crazy attacks like this happened, they want someone to stop them.

Not much was able to surprise me. I grew up in a glorified orphanage for peculiar children, raised by a sadistic bastard (who I would end up finding out is an alien), a robot, and a talking chimpanzee. Life was already weird enough, but something about that reanimated corpse right in front of me was deeply disturbing, I was used to dead bodies standing very still while we mopped the blood.

"You didn't say over," Luther's voice came through once again. "Over."

"Oh go fuck yourself!" I shouted. "Over."

"Can you kill him?" Diego asked.

"I can try... but he's already dead, I don't know what else I can do."

"Casse-toi!" Gustave groaned when he noticed my presence.

I gasped, taken aback by the disrespect, and immediately attacked, going straight for the head like they did in movies. I pulled it out and smashed it on the floor, stabbing it several times with the knife, but the body kept on working, still programming some sort of computer I was not familiar with.

"Target neutralized? Over," Luther asked.

"Negative, he won't die."

"Just like you," Klaus let out a high-pitched laugh. "Now you know how the rest of the world feels."

It was definitely not the time for jokes, I was starting to get tired and I was absolutely disgusting. Covered in blood, rotten skin, brains, and dead body goo (I never really knew what the goo was, but it was somehow always there whenever someone died). 

I pushed the head aside and went for the hands instead, ripping them off easily like a loose cork, but it was too late already. The tower was making weird noises, almost like there was an engine revving inside, wheels were turning and the metal shifting places was almost deafening. I couldn't even hear my siblings through the bracelet.

"Get out! Repeat, get out of there, Die Hard! The tower is taking flight! Over!" Luther was trying to warn me, but I could barely listen.

The message only became clear when I saw smoke coming out from the outside, like the smoke a rocket releases when being sent to space. 

"Qu'est-ce qui se passe?" I asked to understand what exactly was going on with the tower.

"Je m'en vais," Gustave's head uttered.

I didn't stick around to ask where he was going once I felt the entire room shake and knock me to the floor as the massive metal structure lifted into the air. 

We were taking flight and the best I could do was to get out of there like Luther instructed. So I jumped, I closed my eyes and let my body fall head first. It didn't take long for me to hit the ground, completely smashing the concrete beneath me. 

"Oh my God, are you okay?" Klaus rushed to help me up. "You're bleeding?"

"I'm fine, the blood is not mine," I said, dusting my uniform sleeves. "What the hell happened, dad? Do you have any idea?"

"The Eiffel Tower was a spaceship, clearly. I am greatly disappointed in you, Number Eight. You had such an easy job and you still managed to fail spectacularly. How could you not kill someone who was already dead?" Reginald scolded. 

"I tried, dad! I stabbed him, I pulled his head out, I pulled his hands out, I did all I could do," I murmured, beyond embarrassed. That sort of comment molded my brain in ways I only understood when I was older. "He said he was leaving."

"When we arrive back home, that mistake will cost you four extra hours of endurance training. You need to get better if you want to reach the level of your siblings, prove to me you are not some ordinary girl like Number Seven."

"Yes, father."

Before I could say anything else, a swarm of reporters came closer to interview us, but luckily none of them could see I was crying under my mask. They were all too busy interviewing our father and our leader, Luther, even though I was the one up there fighting an undead civil engineer.

"Don't listen to what he says, you are amazing," Ben whispered. "And I think you did great."

"That silly tower was overrated anyway. That old bastard has us fighting his battles and still wants to criticize our performance... you are more than extraordinary, you are megaordinary!" Klaus wrapped his arms around me, but he grimaced. "No wait, that made it sound bad, I just meant to say you are incredible and we love you."

"I love you too," I leaned against him. "Are you sure you wanna hug me right now? I'm covered in dead body fluids."

"Eh, nothing new," he chuckled. "Pain au chocolat? Would that make you feel better?"

"Pain au chocolat," I nodded with a grin. "Fighting a zombie made me really hungry."

Tag List: @elliethesuperfruitlover @seanfalco @salvador-daley @firstpersonnarrator

#umbrella academy fanfic #umbrella academy imagine #umbrella academy klaus #umbrella academy #tua fanfic #tua klaus #tua #klaus hargreeves #klaus hargreeves x oc #fanfic #the eighth child #robert sheehan character fic #robert sheehan fanfic

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open to literally anyone who wants to find themselves at Southfork.

Sipping a cup of peppermint tea, Scarlett absentmindedly flipped through the latest edition of a popular, well known bridal magazine. While she'd be choosing her dress at an actual boutique in a few weeks, it didn't hurt to get some extra ideas for added inspiration. Well, assuming she was paying actual attention to the pages in front of her anyway. The idea of marriage still scared her more than she necessarily cared to admit, but she'd found her mouth siding with her heart rather than her head when the unexpected proposal had come along, and there was no turning back now. The announcement of the couple's engagement had already been made, and everyone was already looking forward to yet another beautiful, elegant Southfork wedding. The fact that marriages that took place at the Ewing family ranch rarely ever lasted was probably the one upside to the entire ordeal as far as Scarlett was concerned. She wouldn't have to ruin their happily ever after all on her own, because the cursed venue would do it for her. It wasn't until a shadow crept over the page she'd just looked over for about the fourth time before Scarlett realized someone had joined her out on the back patio. It was a gorgeous spring day, the weather far too sunny and warm to be spent cooped up indoors all morning. She'd thought everyone had already left for work and other various activities in town just after breakfast, but she'd apparently been mistaken. Eyes glancing upward, a face was finally able to be put with the outline. "Somethin' I can do for you?" she questioned, resisting the urge to complain about them blocking her sunlight.

#indie rp #independent rp #open rp #dallas rp #lone star rp #911 rp #one chicago rp #para rp #x.| i'm not america's sweetheart ( verse ) #x.| scarlett ewing ( open starter ) #okay back to the fic that inspired this.

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"I knew this was a mistake. I tried to tell you, but no. You're the big brother, and you always have to be right."

"What’re you talkin' about?" John Ross had barely stepped foot into the kitchen before the accusations were being hurled in his direction. To say he was confused as to where they were coming from and what had suddenly brought them on would be a definite understatement.

"Like you don't know," Scarlett scoffed, clearly not in the mood. "That little plan to have Mama committed -- that I still can't believe I let you talk me into, by the way -- it completely backfired right in our faces. She clearly doesn't trust either one of us, and I honestly wouldn't be surprised if she actually hates us for how cold and cruel we were."

A somewhat involuntary roll of the eyes was John Ross' initial response to his younger sister's argument. She always did have a flair for the dramatics, ever since they were kids. Some things truly never changed.

"I didn't force you to do anything, Scar. If you didn't want to go along with the plan, you never should've agreed to it."

Maybe her brother had a point, but that didn't mean Scarlett was ready to admit to anything just yet. Oh no, she wouldn't back down and move on until she'd come out on top victorious in the whole thing, whether she was actually in the right or not.

"We should've found another way to handle it. That's all I'm saying. I mean, she was sober for over two decades before she fell off the wagon this time. That has to count for something, right? Maybe all she needed was a couple of drinks to get her through the initial shock of everything, and ---"

Now it was John Ross' turn to scoff. Did Scarlett honestly not remember what it was like when they were growing up? Had she for one reason or another purposely blocked out the times when J.R. had told them Sue Ellen was sick, when in actual reality she was simply too drunk to tuck them into bed at night?

"I'm not tryin' to make excuses for her." That much Scarlett wanted to make clear, almost as if she could read her brother's mind in that moment. "I just remember certain things differently than you do. That's all."

"Do share," he prompted, both wanting as well as needing a bit more elaboration.

"I'm just sayin' that by the time I was old enough to retain actual memories, she'd already quit drinking. She and Daddy were happy together, and we were a real family. Then when the Wicked Witch of Weststar swooped in and completely ruined everything, instead of goin' right back to the bottle, she just tried to ruin Daddy's life instead."

The explanation made enough sense, but John Ross still stood by his earlier decision.

"Just because you might not remember how bad things used to be, it doesn't mean she doesn't have a problem."

Once again, there was no valid argument for Scarlett to fire back with, and both siblings knew it.

"We did what we had to do at the time. What's done is done." As far as he was concerned, it truly was as simple as that.

The smallest hint of a soft sigh filled the space between them as Scarlett finally gave in, just not before having the last word.

"I hope you're right, Jerkface.”

i finally figured out what to do with some of the gifs i matched up of the ewing siblings, so i hope you like it, labyriinths. enjoy! :)

#i miss writing photo fics. #so have this. #in this case it's a gif fic. #but same concept. #x.| i'm not america's sweetheart ( verse ) #x.| scarlett ewing ( visage ) #x.| i love you jerkface ( scarlett & john ross ) #labyriinths #alcohol tw #long post tw

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if we both stick to the story, they can’t prove anything. Olivia to Scarlett

mischiefxmanagcd

The annual Ewing rodeo had always been one of Scarlett's favorite times of the year, ever since she could remember, and this particular year was no different. The morning started just like every other as she got up and went for an early morning run before returning to the house to grab a quick breakfast and get ready for the day ahead.

Pair of fresh carrots in hand, she headed down to the stables to check on her horses, wanting to make sure everything was prepared for the events she'd be a part of later that afternoon. Ever since she'd become experienced enough, Scarlett had always entered herself into the barrel racing contest, despite the fact that if a Ewing did indeed win something, they never actually kept any of the prize money. It was more about having fun and besting their own times than anything else, really. Then again, there was always competition within in the family, of course. That much would never change.

Well, at least that was how Scarlett felt about the whole thing anyway.

No sooner had she finished feeding Cashmere and Sapphire and brushing them down than she heard a pair of voices from outside the barn. One was definitely familiar, yet the other didn't sound like anyone she'd ever heard before. Giving the nearest ranch hand quick yet specific instructions on how she wanted the horses to be prepared for the day's festivities, Scarlett handed over the reins -- so to speak -- and quietly made her way towards where she'd just overheard the voices coming from. She'd unfortunately been too late to catch more than the back of the stranger's head as he rushed off, but her cousin was another story.

"You wanna tell me what that was all about and who that guy was?" Scarlett had never been one to shy away from gossip, and catching bits and pieces about sticking to some sort of story so nobody could prove anything had certainly piqued her interest.

#maybe it's her secret professor boyfriend or something. #i don't know. #x.| i'm not america's sweetheart ( verse ) #mischiefxmanagcd

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you stand there and accuse me, but where were you at the time? John Ross to Scarlett

mischiefxmanagcd

"That's not important right now." As far as Scarlett was concerned, the only thing that mattered in that moment was attempting to talk some sense into her brother who was obviously still reeling from the conversation that had just taken place with their mother. While she hadn't been home to witness the back and forth for herself, John Ross had managed to do a pretty decent job of giving a recap, probably without even trying.

"Don't you remember what happened all those times Daddy tried to lock her away for drinking? What makes you so sure this time's gonna be any different?" A good handful of them had only been threats, and neither of the couple’s two children had been born yet when J.R. had actually put Sue Ellen in that Fort Worth sanatarium, but Scarlett had heard enough bits and pieces over the years to put two and two together. She could tell how much the experience scarred her mama and how little it'd actually helped.

Then again, maybe John Ross had a point. What other options did they have, really? Sue Ellen had openly admitted that she'd been drinking the night before the funeral, and it’d broken what was left of her daughter's already deeply wounded heart. Maybe it shouldn't have come as all that much of a surprise to learn the one night had turned into multiple, especially given the circumstances, but Scarlett had been hoping deep down that her mother was stronger than that. Just because she'd been sober for around twenty-five years or so, that apparently didn't mean it was okay to no longer worry about the possibility of a relapse. As much as it hurt to consider, maybe things wouldn't have gotten this far if she'd just taken the time to set her own grief aside and keep a better watch over Sue Ellen's.

"Look, why can't we just try ‘n handle it on our own first? I don't care if I have to search the house from top t' bottom to make sure she doesn't have some sort of secret stash anywhere. I'll get rid of all the alcohol, and then I'll keep her here until she dries out. Maybe then she'll be more willing to talk about goin' to a meeting and whatever happens next."

It was worth a shot, wasn't it? John Ross surely had to see just how serious his little sister was about the whole thing, especially given that she was so willing to take full responsibility and manage everything on her own so he could get back to his own life and whatever he already had up his sleeve business wise. After all, she'd helped to make at least a part of the mess, so wasn't it her duty to help clean it up now?

"Just promise me you won't put her back in that sanitarium. All it's gonna do is backfire on all of us, and the last thing this family needs right now is one more backstabbing betrayal to add to the list."

#and then poor scarlett will hide upstairs. #and just watch from a window. #when sue ellen does get taken away. #because she can't face her anymore. #x.| i'm not america's sweetheart ( verse ) #mischiefxmanagcd #alcohol tw

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Are you doing this because you love me or because you hate your father? (gavin to scarlett omg perfect)

mischiefxmanagcd

"Why can't it be a mixture of both?" Had Scarlett been willing to be completely honest, she'd have owned up to the fact that personal feelings had never once factored into the equation. No, this was strictly a business deal with an added bonus twist that no one in the Ryder family would ever see coming. The only thing the Ewing heiress had on her mind in that moment was maintaining control and taking as much power as possible.

"Maybe I just like havin' my cake and eating it, too." A wicked grin lined perfectly glossed lips as Scarlett nonchalantly shrugged the inquiry off with the small, quick rise then fall of her shoulders. Little did Gavin know, he would soon enough be blindsided and left to try and pick up the pieces while attempting to process what had just happened and how he'd so easily managed to fall for such a master manipulation.

#x.| i'm not america's sweetheart ( verse ) #mischiefxmanagcd

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I don’t feel old. As a matter of fact, sitting here with you makes me feel older, not younger. Nothing is rubbing off. (Weston to Scarlett)

@storiesfabled

"I certainly hope you don't feel any younger, old man. Younger is boring. Honestly, I wouldn't want to be with you if you were obsessed with being younger." Daddy issues weren't the only reason Scarlett had almost always preferred older men as opposed to those around her own age. As far as she was concerned, the former was much wiser and more experienced than the latter. They knew exactly what they wanted out of life, and they didn't waste time playing games. They certainly weren't immature, and she appreciated those qualities.

Among other things.

#x.| i'm not america's sweetheart ( verse ) #storiesfabled

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He's old enough to be your father. (John Ross to Scarlett about Weston)

@storiesfabled

"I don't remember askin' for your opinion, so if there's a point to any of this, you better start gettin' to it real quick." A roll of the eyes punctuated Scarlett's slightly annoyed tone as she bit back at John Ross' remark. It was no secret that she suffered from her fair share and then some of daddy issues, but given the way she'd grown up, could anyone honestly blame her? Regardless of what others thought they saw on the outside, they didn't have even the smallest clue as to what was truly going on behind closed doors. In the beginning, it had all been so simple. Scarlett was going to lure Weston into a false sense of security. She was going to seduce him to the point where she had him wrapped so tightly around her little finger that all she had to do was tell him what she wanted and he would spring into action to get it for her, any potential obstacles be damned. The fact that his company was her ultimate endgame and he'd be handing it over to her on a silver platter was just the icing on the cake. Well, or at least it was supposed to be anyway. She hadn't planned on developing actual feelings for the man. She hadn't taken into account that her plan might take a detour until she could first prove to him that she was the one woman he couldn't live without. Scarlett was a million times better than Amanda, and she just needed Weston to believe that, too. "I mean, honestly. Calm down and stop actin' like you're afraid we're about t' run off and get married because I'm havin' his baby or somethin'."

#x.| i'm not america's sweetheart ( verse ) #storiesfabled

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When you truly love someone, it doesn’t go away. ( scarlett and ezra)

@wiishescametrue

"Sounds like someone's speaking from experience."

For whatever reason, Scarlett wasn't quite ready to admit just how much Ezra's words rang true in that moment. While it was certainly no secret that she'd had more than her fair share of relationships over the years, she only needed a single hand to count the amount of times she'd truly been in love with the other person. Unfortunately, she'd soon enough for her own twisted way to drive the guy away, mostly due to her incredibly irrational fear of commitment. Right when things started to feel like they were becoming serious, she bolted faster than anyone could question where she'd gone. The feelings still lingered, though, despite her endless amount of denial. It was messy and chaotic, to say the least, but that was just who Scarlett was. She'd never been privy to a healthier type of lifestyle. "Anyone I know, by any chance?"

#x.| i'm not america's sweetheart ( verse ) #wiishescametrue

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It's a rare and beautiful thing when enemies share the same enemy. (gavin to scarlett)

mischiefxmanagcd

"I hope this means that we can count on you for support when the time comes." If Scarlett had it her way, Judith Ryland's reign as the Texas Railroad Commissioner would only last for a single term. Thanks in part to the knowledge and connections she'd gained during her time working on her mother's campaign for governor, she was already preparing a short list of candidates to run against the blonde devil in disguise. With both the Ewing and Ryder families financially backing whoever was ultimately chosen, all they had to do was charm the voters into checking the right box on election day and Judith would be knocked so far off of her high horse that not even pressing a Life Alert button would be able to help her get back up again.

#x.| i'm not america's sweetheart ( verse ) #mischiefxmanagcd

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labyriinths asked: Bonus: Send “📱+🎶” for the contact name and their ringtone or “📱📲” for the contact name as well as what a fake conversation between the two could look like using this link!

In Scarlett’s phone, Christopher’s contact name is simply Christopher. Now that she’s an adult, cute little nicknames for her contacts just feels a bit too immature. She’s not necessarily that big on adding emojis, either. Any fitting options looked too silly for her liking. As for ringtones, Christopher gets the basic, default one that comes along with the phone. Maybe one day she’ll find something more fitting to assign him.

#in which scarlett is jealous. #because she couldn't get through to j.r. #but john ross finally did. #and now j.r. pays more attention to him than her. #but she won't own it. #x.| i'm not america's sweetheart ( verse ) #labyriinths

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labyriinths asked: Bonus: Send "📱+🎶" for the contact name and their ringtone or "📱📲" for the contact name as well as what a fake conversation between the two could look like using this link!

In Scarlett’s phone, John Ross’ contact name is simply John Ross. For a split second, she considered using a nickname of sorts like Big Brother, but this isn’t 1984 ( even though she was born that year ). She’s not necessarily that big on adding emojis, either. Any fitting options just looked too silly for her liking. As for ringtones, John Ross gets Lorde’s Everybody Wants To Rule The World. It describes them pretty well, no?

#also the convo is during the aftermath. #of the big kitchen fight. #and having sue ellen involuntarily committed. #christopher's is up next. #x.| i'm not america's sweetheart ( verse ) #labyriinths