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pvntherz · 4 years

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Precious Little Spirit

A/N: This is damn near a collab with my mutual who's a butt and doesn't wanna take credit other than being named dropped as Megan 😤. Anyways, reblog > likes and ideas/critique is welcome!

Part 1 Part 2

Word Count: 1490 words of pure simping

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Persephone had never been so nervous before in her life. Or was she embarrassed?

She wasn't quite sure.

The souls parted like the sea as she trudged down the brick path. Which was nerve wracking, to say the least. She'd almost tripped over her own sandal straps in front of Zeus knows how many souls. Definitely embarrassing. All of this happening in front (technically behind) the goddess of the dead and the queen of the underworld.

Check that off the bucket list for embarrassing moments.

Would said goddess end up contacting her mum and cause a whole slew of problems on Persephone's end?

Probably.

And another check for the list.

Someone please save her from the mess she got herself into.

Their final destination of the one place Persephone had promised herself to avoid definitely wasn't picking off any points for her either.

In a desperate attempt to calm herself down, Persephone began taking in the smaller details of the castle and the things inside.

The walls were charcoal black, suits of armor brandishing weapons like halberds and deadly looking scythes lined the hallway, guarding the castle's lonely inhabitants.

The torches on the walls certainly did not seem to help either, casting shadows on the wall, the flickering of the flames making them look like prowling demons, ready to pounce and rip the nature goddess to pieces.

The red carpet below their feet was so close to the color of blood, it resembled a river of the foul liquid. For a brief moment, it seemed like if Persephone closed her eyes, she could almost imagine the warm liquid lapping at her feet, the souls of thousands screaming in anguish with every further step she took into the castle.

When they came to an intersection in the castle hallways, Persephone couldn't help but be drawn to the chandelier hanging above their heads. The torches illuminating it while precious gems cast spots of silver and gold onto the walls, making the castle seem warmer, more welcoming; a stark contrast to the hallway before.

It was a strange but fitting contrast for Hades. Despite clearly being frustrated, it was never physically shown in her grip on Persephone's wrist. She slowed down if she thought Persephone had tripped or stumbled behind her.

Persephone was starting to think Hades was a lot nicer than the many rumors being circulated by the mortals

"Don't run around telling anyone that isn't a god what you see in here. Understood?" Hades' voice was curt, yet calm as it sent a shiver down the spine of the nature goddess.

Persephone nodded and avoided Hades' freezing cold gaze. "Yes ma'am."

Persephone wasn't sure what to expect on the other side of the door. Maybe some big bad book of evil, a weapon that would be the end of ends, or even some terrible creature of destruction, to be released into the world above.

What she did not expect was three small puppies to come bounding out of the office.

Hades quickly swooped down and picked two of them and chased after the third. It was a surreal sight to see, honestly.

The goddess of the underworld bent over chasing after one, no two, well now three puppies around a castle. The speedy little balls of fur knocking into chairs and sofas, yet still managing to evade their owner.

Hades sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "They'll be fine…" She mumbled to herself and turned to Persephone. "Um, have a seat in my office. We need to talk."

Making its reappearance just as quick as it disappeared, the icy stare and blank face made its way back onto Hades' face.

Persephone nervously entered the office and took a seat. She bounced her leg up and down and avoided making eye contact with the older woman.

She reverted back to her previous tactic of focusing on everything but her current situation. However there was a problem.

Everything in the room was foreign to her.

Technology she'd only seen maybe once or twice on Mount Olympus, but wasn't quite sure of it's purpose. Which meant her only option was to focus on Hades herself.

Which didn't seem so bad after all. Hades was a beautiful woman. To Persephone at least.

For starters, Hades was tall. Much, much taller than her, and her arms were toned with years of fighting monsters. Persephone wondered if Hades would be able to pick her off the ground in one fell swoop.

The next thing she noted were the scars on Hades' face. The one below her lip, on her cheek, the ones riddling her hands like little holes pierced into the pale skin, the horrible one snaking from her temple to her nose, as if some monstrous creature had raked into her flesh and the one that started from her collarbone and ended in who knew where. She heard the stories of the fight between Kronos and his children and knew of the scars, both physical and mental that had been left behind, but she could not have imagined that they would have been so damaging, especially to the cold, lonesome goddess of the underworld.

Persephone pitied her. If anything, those scars only served to cement her fearsome reputation as a death God.

The last thing she noted were Hades' eyes. Her gaze was mesmerising. Even if she wanted to, Persephone couldn't tear her eyes away. It was magnetic, holding her in place, stripping her soul down to its rawest layers. She could see fire raging in Hades' eyes, it felt as though if she looked hard enough, she would be able to feel the heat radiating from her gaze; yet there was something cold, almost icy about it, as if the goddess has something to hide and was merely shielding it with a wall of ice and glacier. Nevertheless, Persephone felt herself drowning within the dark ocean that was Hades herself.

And she was terrified.

Hades cleared her throat and waved her hand to catch Persephone's attention, startling her out of her reverie.

"Care to explain why you're here?"

Persephone sunk into her seat and looked away. "I'm..well... I was bored. My mother is unbelievably overbearing and won't take me anywhere!" She sighed. "I'm aware of how childish it sounds, but promise to keep this between us?" She nervously nibbled on her knuckles as she spokes which made it hard to understand.

Hades furrowed her eyebrows and took a moment to decipher Persephone's obscured speaking. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose before speaking. "I'm aware of how overbearing your mother can be and I can only imagine the things she's told you."

"How do you know my mother?" Persephone perked up.

"The Oracle does live here. I can't expect them to not want to talk to someone every once and awhile." Hades' features softened for a split second before going back to its normal stoic expression. "As I was saying before, I'll allow you to visit but please keep your little magic tricks at a limit." She chuckled softly.

At that moment, Persephone felt her heart stop for the briefest of seconds. Hades' laugh was so soft and adorable, completely the opposite of what she imagined for a God of death. She couldn't help but crack the smallest of grins as she felt a small laugh begin to bubble up in her own throat as well.

"Persephone?"

Persephone relished in the smoothness of the older woman's voice before snapping out of her reverie completely. "Oh, yeah. I promise to keep the random flowers and trees growing to a minimum."

Hades stood up from her desk and walked around it, towards Persephone. "Sadly, I think it's getting too late for a young lady like you to be walking alone by herself. I have to ask you to leave." She extended her hand and offered it to Persephone. "I'll at least walk you to the exit."

Accepting Hades' hand, Persephone stood up and followed the death goddess out of the office and back into the hallways of the castle. The route Hades seemed to be taking her on was different from the rest of the castle. In contrast to the cold black stones of the castle, the bricks here were studded with all manner of precious gems and metal, the fire from the brackets of torches in the walls illuminating the immediate area around them, casting spots of blues, reds and greens all over the walls and floor.

"You're enjoying it, are you?"

Persephone didn't respond, too entranced by the gems as Hades let out a mellow chuckle, the laughter like music to Persephone's ears as she allowed Hades to tug her down the bejeweled corridor, her heart as light as a feather. She looked to Hades and grinned to herself as the death goddess looked away.

Hades had been caught looking at her.

And looking at her with a smile, nonetheless.

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tiaragqueen · 4 years

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Ferae Naturae

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Bakeneko! Sakuya x Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,4k+

✂ Trigger Warnings: Death, arson, possessiveness, implied abuse

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A longer version of my old story, Get Even, with a lot few tweaks here and there. And I finally got to use my favorite word here. I present to you my favorite darling, Sakuya! Above is his human form.

“I promise you're safe with me. You're not alone. You're safe with me. Your heart is home. Now and forever, I'll be your shelter.” - Safe With Me [Megan Nicole]

Sakuya never really understood why most humans always stayed or returned to the person who had hurt them, even when the said person had blatantly displayed no sign of repentance. Irrefutable matters such as consanguinity must’ve played a huge factor in their so-called ‘loyalty’, he supposed, but it still didn’t justify their self-destructive actions. The way they behaved as though nothing was wrong and deliberately allowed their pain to fester under a veneer of tolerance was exasperating and absurd at best, even for him who tended to observe from the distance.

Then again, Sakuya wasn’t born in a human family, anyway. There was only so much he could learn from their lives without actually experiencing them.

But he knew enough to know that hitting his owner was an unforgivable sin; one that deserved an equal punishment.

“You never do anything right!”

A sturdy man, whom Sakuya learned his name was Araki, shouted. He had been doing this ever since he came home and found that you hadn’t cooked dinner because you were exhausted from cleaning the house all day. Granted, it was a humble cabin in the middle of a forest, but for someone to clean all the nooks and crannies while doing other tasks proved to be taxing. Sakuya knew it, too, because he’d seen just how tirelessly you worked every day with little rest and appreciation. All you’d gotten was more and more complaints from that bastard of a husband, sometimes elevating to verbal abuse. Sakuya wondered why and how you bore such an attitude for a long time and stuck with him when you could have someone better.

If it were him, he’d surely leave without a second thought. Better yet, kill him.

But, alas, you were too meek. Under the pretense of loyalty, you accepted everything from him – every word, every beating, every overt manipulation – and toiled even harder. However, Sakuya wasn’t a fool. He was fully aware of your insecurities and fears; of being incompetent, of being abandoned, of being lonely. Although you already had him, a cat that had been spending time with you more than your own husband, you remained hopelessly in love with the latter.

And, honestly, Sakuya couldn’t fault you. It wasn’t easy to separate a wife from her husband due to the finality of marriage, and the only way would be death.

Would it be worth the effort, though? It wasn’t as if you were blind to Araki's vices, anyway. Rather, you accepted them wholeheartedly and believed he’d change someday despite the lack of progress. You loved and married him, knowing full well you’d plunge yourself into a turbulent life. Heck, you’d even confessed it to Sakuya! You weren’t naïve and acknowledged that your love story was far from perfect or even good.

You comprehended the result of marrying such a rough man, which meant, you also comprehended his treatment towards you.

However, wrath defenestrated every understanding and sense the moment Araki raised a hand to slap you. Normally, Sakuya wouldn’t bother much with domestic violence because he wasn’t attached to either of them. But you were his owner – no, belonging – and he protected what was his, regardless of the consequences.

Sakuya hissed and leaped to Araki’s face, swiping the delicate skin ferociously. He didn’t even use his real claws, but the current ones were enough to provoke a stream of curses and groans from Araki.

Your eyes swelled, torn between intervening and doing nothing. Should you help him? You didn’t want to get scratched too, but your cat was clearly and purposefully harming him for unknown reasons. Maru usually left whenever an argument arose and returned when Araki had exited the room. It’d become such a pattern until you believed that he’d recognized human quarrel and learned to avoid it to maintain his peace.

Cats weren’t entirely stupid, after all. Although his constant, almost acrid, glare towards Araki was a little strange, to begin with.

Finally, Araki was able to yank Sakuya from his bleeding visage and flung him against the wall. You gasped and rushed to his aid, examining his tiny body for any sign of grievous injuries. Araki was enraged with the way you prioritized him than your husband who clearly displayed raw gashes, and grabbed you by the collar of your kimono.

“Oh, so you care about that dumb cat more than me, huh?” he snarled through ground teeth, his glower intensified when you shook your head frantically. “What? You’re in love with it or something? Well, why don’t you live with it then?”

Araki seized Sakuya by the scruff of his neck and dragged you both to the porch. “This is where disobedient wife sleeps!” he declared, dropping Sakuya on to your lap carelessly. “Hope you enjoy your stay.”

You watched his retreating back helplessly and flinched when he slammed the door shut. Pursing your trembling lips, you looked down and caressed Sakuya’s dark fur as a poor attempt of solace.

“It’s alright, now. You’re safe,” you whispered, trying to ignore the slight quiver within your voice. “He’ll be in a better mood tomorrow, and then we can go back inside. We just have to endure sleeping here for tonight.”

‘He’ll be in a better mood tomorrow’. Did that mean he’d locked you out before? Did that mean he’d slapped you before? Sakuya had only met you around a month ago, but it was enough to show him everything he needed to know regarding your daily life.

And with this new information, came another surge of fury strong enough to shapeshifted him into a human.

You could only gape at the sight of his dainty body burst to reveal a leaner, paler one underneath. His hair remained its raven sheen, but the cat ears were probably the sole thing to pinpoint his genuine form. Had the latter weren’t present, you would’ve thought this was his true appearance instead. His eyes were yellow with black slits, smoldering under the tranquil moonlight. He had a boyish face, but his aura suggested otherworldliness and ancient. You averted your gaze from traveling lower, noticing the lack of… fur to cover his private area.

“Are you… my cat?” Would it be foolish of you to ask that? No. That was just natural, wasn’t it? It wasn’t as though you knew what else to say after witnessing what would be a staggering transformation in your whole life.

“Duh,” he retorted. “I’m human. Can you see?”

Yes, you could recognize it perfectly; every detail, except his ears and irises, that just screamed a human throughout. And you didn’t know how to respond to his quip or react.

Then, you spotted it. A large tail, flicking behind him and left a trail of flame in the air. A cat’s tail. How you didn’t notice it before, especially with its substantial size, was beyond your perception.

“Maru, why are there fire on your tail?” you asked shakily.

“I wonder…” he drawled lazily, much to your chagrin. There was a spark of panic that ignited within you when the tail shot up and flared in the sky. “Oh, the name’s Sakuya, by the way.”

His name breezed past your ears at the same speed of his tail that swept your house. The fire kindled your dilated eyes and parched your throat from screaming or uttering anything. You listened to the frenzied screams of your husband and the constant tugging at the front door. The desperation wrenched your heart, but there was nothing you could do than standing and let the blaze engulfed the cabin you once called ‘home’.

You just realized how powerful Maru, no, Sakuya was. Even his grasp on your arms and flinty stare rendered you immobile throughout the arson.

Once the smoke cleared up and exposed the soot and chars littering the ground, you wilted against his grip. Sakuya instinctively kneeled to free your body from its invisible pressure and hugged you, whispering sweet nothings. You stared blankly at the debris despite his solace to break your composure, the shock hindered you from processing the situation properly. It wasn’t long before you broke down, however, and wailed on his shoulder.

“It’s alright, now. You’re safe.” Sakuya mimicked the words you’d spoken to comfort him earlier. It was excruciating to remember how fast the tables had turned, and how your lovely pet soon became your killer.

Sakuya buried his face on your shoulder and smiled, relishing the proximity now that the bastard was no longer exist to separate you both.

Because that was how it should be the moment he encountered you in that riverside; a diligent yet fatigued woman who kept washing the clothes despite the setting sun.

“… I’m here now, [Name], and I’ll always be.”

Sakuya: 昨夜

Araki: 荒木

Maru: まる

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jcmorrigan · 4 years

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Valentine’s Day F/O Letter

For the event hosted by @nougatships and @megane-shipping! I decided to write a letter to Giovanni Potage from EE because I am love him SO MUCH right now. Anyway, it got kinda long, so most of it will be under a cut.

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Hi Gio,

This is the first time I’ve ever really written anything of length to you. To any of the ones I love this way, really. Beginnings are hard. There’s so much I want to say, and I’m not sure where to even start. So let’s get the basics out of the way: how are you doing? Successful heists lately? Epic tales of villainy I simply must know about?

I’ve been fine. Life’s boring, as usual. I would say I don’t even know how you put up with it, but I’ve seen your couch-potato side, so that’s not really a big mystery. I like that. I like that you’re equally up for breaking the mold with some adventure and just…kicking it. (Wow. That’s some old slang. When’s the last time anyone said “kicking it”? Me. Just now.)

So as for the reason I’m writing this letter…I think it’s best if I just begin in chronological order. So you and I both know you’re not the only one in my heart, and I’m glad you respect this. There’s a time, a place, and an AU for you, and it doesn’t make you any less special. But I’m always stunned when I look back at how we met. The others, it took time to realize I loved them, and how much they meant to me. But you? You broke through that fuckin’ museum wall, and I KNEW you were my type. If you want the receipts, I have the Discord chat of when I was talking to my friend while watching you and screaming about how much I wanted to cuddle you. (LISTEN. I KNOW THAT WAS FORWARD. I’M SORRY FOR BEING A CREEP. SOMETIMES I’M A STALKER.) …Actually, the exact words were when my friend, knowing you were my type, said “If he were any further up your alley, he’d be at your house” and I said “He could come to my house anytime” and I’m sorry your girlfriend is such a creep.

I haven’t felt that instant…fall that many times in my life. The last time I can remember it, it was for someone real. As in who originates in my world. I think you’ve figured out that sometimes, I compare you to him. That chase went on such a runaround…with men, my whole life after him, I’ve thought of them as goals to achieve. I got the attention of the hot one! Yay! Finally! Now he can love me and all of my little quirks, even though I’m super boring! And I’m not saying that’s incredibly wrong. I’ve made some good relationships that way, actually. (All fictional, of course.)

But you…what struck me is how much I wanted to be with you for your sake. Not mine. Not to bandy about getting you to notice me, or playing the tsundere game, or worrying I’m not good enough. Sure, I like a slowburn and a good confession, but I really just wanted to be close to you because you made me smile. You had a good sense of humor, you have that unbreakable lighthearted confidence I adore…you’re a little bit of an idiot, but in the absolute best way possible (and you have emotional smarts where I don’t). And on that note! You’re one of the nicest guys I know! Even if you are the bad guy.

Which was kind of the two-hit combo that slayed me. I have a villain problem. You know this. I know this. I wasn’t sure how to handle it. Some days, I want to be a villain, myself, and have the freedom to do what I want, take revenge on those I feel wronged me, take whatever my heart desires, just not have to live by the RULES anymore. But some days, I become acutely aware of my conscience. Could I ever be a real villain? Could I actually steal? Could I KILL? I think about the people I’d hurt, and I don’t wanna do that. I now know that depending on the situation, I can laugh with the sinners and cry with the saints. (Little Billy Joel for ya.) But with you, I know I don’t really have to…pick. You let me be me, and you let me have that freedom of just…doing bad things that are against the rules. And it feels AWESOME. But then, we never really take it too far, and we still have our friendships, our standards, our moral codes, our etiquette. Basically, you’ll let me be the good guy, too, and you’re just a sweetie pie. Some days, I need to toe the line more; some days, I need to shed blood. But you let me suspend in between, getting the best of both worlds.

And all this is why I think…maybe you’re my favorite out of all of them. It makes me feel guilty to love you best when I’ve given my heart to two others, and who knows where it will stop? But it’s you I find myself thinking of most often. You who I’d have fun with. You who’d make me smile. You who I’d want to make smile.

Also, I realized lately. I don’t get jealous over you, not like I thought I would. I like seeing you depicted with other partners, the Blasters or other selfshippers/OCs. I love when I meet someone else who had the good enough taste to fall for you! If you want to invite Crusher or Spike or anyone else you like to be part of this…I know you have enough love for all of us. We can all be happy together. Just say the word!

Knowing you would support me emotionally no matter what is touching. I’ve relied on you for a lot. I’ve done scary grown-up government stuff while listening to your theme. I invited you to the crew that would go on that flight with me because I hate airplanes so much, and I knew you would give me amazing distraction-cuddles (though I suspect you, also, fear the airplane, and if I’m right about that, I admire you so much for not letting it show). There are times I…really hate myself, or feel worthless. Especially because I have so much trouble validating myself. But I know you’d just put a hand on my shoulder and tell me it’s going to be all right before inviting me to slip on some ski masks and pretty supervillain clothes so we can go hijack sugar cookies from the bakery. (Pink for you. You always have dibs on the pink ones! I haven’t forgotten! And blue for me <3)

The adventures we’ve been on in my imagination…the walks around Twilight Town (YEAH YEAH I KNOW WRONG WORK OF FICTION), snuggling up in your knitted blankets (which are SO SOFT), making my villainess dress together, the first kiss on the rooftop, dancing like idiots, THE HEISTS…it all makes me really happy. You remind me that I don’t necessarily have to “grow up” to be a grown-up. And, I mean, I knew that, but you make sure I REALLY know that. (Speaking of which, don’t you love how if you add the two of us parents’-basement-dwellers together, you probably end up with one [1] functioning adult?)

I also really have to thank you for being accepting of my asexuality. I’m always scared it will push others away. They say men only want one thing, right? And I am unfortunately attracted to men. Yaaaaay me. But there are big exceptions to the rule, and you’ve always been the one to say “Fuck gender roles!” I feel like when I’m with you, I never have to worry that you’ll be wanting something I can’t give you.

In return, I will accept you no matter your body, your identity. I’ve run into a couple different takes on you, but they’re all you.

I guess that brings me to the hard part of this. This is going public, so I don’t know how specific I want to get. But there was a very powerful force that suggested I couldn’t see you through my own eyes. That no one could do so. It almost tore us apart. I thought it was my moral obligation to let you go. I thought loving you would mean taking a stand on the wrong side and hurting my friends. I thought that what would happen is that every time I thought of you, I would be reminded of ugly truths and harsh realities.

But after two days, I missed you so much. It was a good wake-up call to know this relationship wasn’t completely baggage-free, and it reminded me that I have many characters in my life who I want to give my attention, but it also proved to me that if I tried to let you go…I would have to physically push you away instead, and in the end, I couldn’t do it. I think back all the time to how good of a brother-dad-mentor-figure you were to Molly, and how you got worried about Fred’s astigmatism, and how I was sure you’d get along with so many of the characters who already made up my world, and how this spoke to your heart. Oh, and also, I needed your dumb ass to say loitering in front of a truck was a valid crime. (Please don’t ever loiter in front of a truck. I’m begging you.) I need you to show me how easily you shift from Grandma Mode to Knife Mode with your knitting needle, to be proud of the way you season your soup attacks, to keep making your own capes, to insist on the benefits of wielding a bat with a fucking knife taped to it, to jet your friends to safety when they’re afraid of such things as fire and traitor bears.

Whatever comes of all that, I hope there can still be a space for us. You and me. And I’m confident it will happen, now. It already is happening. Because I know that you’d just want me to be happy, no matter where you fell on the issue that began it. And you love and respect my friends, too. I know you see us as our own little group of villains and co-minions and talk about us like we’re an evil team that has to take care of each other, and that’s…honestly so cute. Too bad I’m terrible at putting your words to work. Maybe one day. When I learn how to find the approval I seek without fighting it out of people. But I think that was the moment it went from a crush to actually loving you. When I saw how you would do that with Molly. With everyone. Make sure they knew how valid they were. I…feel bad that I haven’t been able to live up to this lately. Like I’ve failed you. But I can always try again, right? That’s what you’d want me to do! And I do improve on things every day. One day, the minion will surpass her villain (but still stay around with you because that’s what we do)! I hope I can support you in the same way – that when you have things that trouble your mind, that I can help you feel better and get you toward a solution to the problem.

I know I’m safe with you, and I want to keep you safe, too. I know how much you’d put on the line to defend me, and I just want to protect you from all of the bad in your world – from snooty Vice Principals who call their armies to beat you up (I’m still SO SORRY you went through that!), from the law chasing you away from all that’s familiar, from all the insults and mockery that could ever come your way. I want to stand before you like a shield. To gather the troops of the other characters I know and form a protection squad around you. To make you smile. (Even if you are really, really cute when you cry. Look, I’m not gonna beat around the bush – I do love getting to comfort you. It SUCKS that you have to go through the hard times, but I like…being there. I hope that doesn’t make a sadist of me. Yeah, yeah, I know, that’s an overreaction.)

By the way, I’m kinda sorry for not ordering the lobster bisque at the pub in the airport. I was gonna because of you! But I chickened out! And that salmon I got instead was REALLY good, okay? But it’s a double whammy because I had JUST found out the soup place in the mall closed and I need to make up for this. There will be soup!

(As of the most recent draft, I had a horrid stomachache last Sunday, and chicken soup was all I could eat for most of the day. I thought of you. Though yours would’ve been better than Campbell’s and we both know it.)

Fun fact: you are dating a silly, sappy lady. I keep thinking back to this letter – I drafted it once, then went back and added things, and here I am saying I ALMOST mailed this without talking up your looks. Which is probably a good thing because it means I’m primarily with you for your personality, but everyone deserves to feel like they look nice, so here goes: I love your silly, sly smirk. I love your cute little fangies. I love your untamed pink hair. I love when I can see just how deep-pink your eyes are. I love how much of a beanpole you are, and how much taller you are than me (even if it does mean you can’t carry me bridal-style for more than thirty seconds). I love how innocent you can look, and how you can look the absolute OPPOSITE of innocent when you want to. I love the way your face lights up when you’re happy about something, or when you’re being cocky. I love the way you wear your emotions on your sleeve, and I can always see how you feel just by looking (I’m bad at body language and reading between lines, after all). Do not ever doubt that is one handsome man looking back at you from the other side of the mirror! Because I could just watch your smile for so long, unbroken, you don’t even know.

Thank you for being you. Thank you for letting me be me. Thank you for the fact that we’re our silly selves and we can be grown-ups without growing up in the gray space between good and evil. I can’t wait to see you more – in your own story, where I’m not; in the story just for us, in our own little timeline; in the TBTCverse Twilight Town where we are hounded by complex crossover lore; in the beautiful art everyone draws of you; in any other universe that may bring us together.

And someday, the time might come that we have to part ways romantically. I’m not looking forward to that. I’m really not. I hope it doesn’t happen. But someday, we might not have the chemistry anymore, or you might find someone better, or I might have to put more focus in what I guess is the “real world.” If that day comes, I hope we can still be friends and mean something to each other. Zucchinis/QPPs, preferably. But if we have to be more distant…just so that I can think of you, and you can think of me, and we’ll both treasure those memories.

I love you, Giovanni. Or should I say “Boss”?

Sincerely, with all my heart,

Rachel “Composer” Scribere/Inlustris

(P.S. I wasn’t sure which universe’s last name I should put, seeing as I obviously am not going to write my last name in THIS world, so there, have both the ones you know me as.)

(P.P.S. “If there’s a place that I could be, then I’d be another memory. Can I be the only hope for you? Because you’re the only hope for me.” ~MCR, “The Only Hope for Me Is You,” Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys)

#selfship #i'm at soup!#valentine's day f/o event

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Megan Reads Oathbringer (part 10)

Hi, fronds.

I meant to keep going, I really did, but then That Thing happened and I was really upset and also a LOT of real life things happened, most good, but all busy, so. Bear with me. We’ll get through this monster eventually.

Part 10 encompasses pages 753-828 (previous parts)

I’m still super upset about the Rift, y’all. Like. Ultimate #yikes.

ANYWAY, MOVING ON

“That would give privacy to talk” Okay, but you are still in a public space with a bunch of other people, you maaayybe shouldn’t be, like...just using the king’s name casually like you’re besties?

Since this is supposed to be a stealth mission, isn’t it?

OKAY BUT ADOLIN JUST, UNPROMPTED OUT OF NO WHERE ASKING TO SEE KALADIN’S SWORD

SHALLAN PLS “It’s a little small” GURL PLS

“Kaladin liked them both...just not together.” I’m just waiting for someone to yell at them to get a room. Kaladin is the most likely candidate and I’m going to die laughing when it happens.

honestly, polyamory is the real solution here

Two Unmade.

which means we need two radiants to go fight them so Adolin WHEN ARE YOU MANIFESTING, MY BOY?

literally every time anyone mentions seeing a cremling--especially a weird-shaped cremling--I JUST GET REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE. WHAT IF IT’S 200-CREMLINGS-IN-A-TRENCH-COAT???

“But Adolin had been raised by a mother with a fondness for hugs” I’M SCREAMING THIS IS FINE I’M FINE. HE MUST MISS HER SO MUCH. HELP

wait, but don’t we know for sure that shardblades can be stuff that’s not swords? Like, didn’t Syl turn into a spear at the end of WoR? So maybe the Radiants DID make other tools for their followers--maybe they did have shardhammers for building and shardbows for hunting and shardshovels for digging latrines, but after the Recreance, the spren died, so they lost the ability to change shape?

Worth thinking about, anyway.

“Thank you for being you, Adolin.” “Everyone else was taken already.” BUDDYYYY. I LOVE HIM. HE’S SO GOOD AND WONDERFUL AND AAHH

OOHH, Shallan gets SQUIRES??? Somehow I didn’t really think that the Lightweavers would be one of the orders that had squires.. they seem a solitary bunch.

Kaladin just...scooting down to sit next to the highmarshal without an invitation is. listen, he’s always been brave, but this is a different sort of bravery--doing something that might get you in trouble with social codes is different from running headlong across a not-set bridge into battle--and I know he’s done shit like this before, often, but not...not really in context of military superiors? I don’T KNOW THIS FEELS SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT AND I’M EXCITED FOR HIM.

I find it ironic that the COVERED walkway from the Oathgate platform to the palace is called the SUNwalk, but that’s fine.

Kishi is a really good name, dangit brandon stop taking all the really good names

Azure’s sword is a her?

YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT, KALADIN!! “How did you get here?” “I flew.” YOU CAn’T JUST. KAL, PLS

I’m

loev

hem

“I’ve given answers. If they aren’t the ones you want, perhaps the questions aren’t very good.” HELLO, I LOVE THIS BOY VERY MJUCH I DON’T KNWO IF YOU KNOW THIS ABOUT ME

wait come here chasing her

OH JESUS FUCK SHE’S VIVENNA ISN’T SHE

She’s from Somewhere Else and she’s got a weird sword and her name’s a color and Vivenna was SUPPOSED to show up in this book GODDAMNIT THERE SHE IS

heheheheheh gosh that’s fun

...............pleasant.

I suppose it is the HEART of the revel, after all...

I really, really didn’t sign up for a horror novel, idk why this keeps happening SIGH

You know you’ve watched too many shitty action movies when the first thing you can think of when a guy gets thrown off the city wall isn’t “oh god he got THROWN off a WALL” and is, instead, “I bet tehy’d have used a Wilhelm Scream there heh”

Listen, Kaladin, I know you CAN fight without flying, but you are currently fighting flying enemies, and you should absolutely go have an aerial battle with them, please, I just want you to be in more cinematic, badass fights pls.

OKAY, BUT MAYBE LAUNCHING YOURSELF OUT A WINDOW AT THIS FUSED GUY ISN’T THE BEST? WAY TO HAVE THE AERIAL BATTLE?

okay, I asked for this, but I rescind my request, BE CAREFUL BABE, PLS.

YES THE HEART

GO FOR THE HEART

YES

Y E S

“my red life” yah, ok, that’s definitely Vivenna NICE

hnnnngggg, every time Kaladin summons the sylbade and, like, does the thing where he rests her on his shoulder all casual and intimidating I just melt, I’m so

he’s so

and so

hnnnnnnnngggggg

mrrrghhh, OF COURSE There’s a gang that steals the food from Shallan’s informants and KILLS THEM EVEN THOUGH THEY’RE KIDS, uggghhh. Should have known.

Continues the trend of Shallan not really knowing anything about how life on the streets work, huh?

OK this lady with vine patterns in her skin who’s Soulcasting for Azure? Actual Soulcaster suffering the effects to way too many years Soulcasting? OR........Radiant?

Honestly, I suspect literally everyone of being a radiant at this point.

pffffffffffffffffffffffttt HOID

of course.

but why did he help? Why is he helping? What’s his game?

“She hadn’t lived on the streets and she didn’t know how to help people.” NICE YOU TO FINALLY REALIZE.

“The only way to live without failure is to be of no use to anyone. Trust me, I’ve practiced.” COOL, NOW I’M SAD ABOUT HOID. Listen, I know his books are sooo far off, but the more things he says, the more I want to KNOW about him. Argh.

“Many people have suffered more, and they got along fine.” Oooohhh, Shallan, honey. No one ever taught you that the fact that other people have it worse does not negate your suffering.

Also, like. most people have not, in fact, had it worse than you, really. In the grand scheme of things, having to kill both your parents when they tried to kill you sucks a LOT, despite your privilege making the rest of everything better for you...

GOD BLESS ADOLIN KHOLIN, WHO, WHEN CONFRONTED WITH HIS FIANCEE IN PANTS, REACTS ONLY BY COMPLIMENTING HER COLOR COORDINATION AND RECOMMENDING HER COAT BE TAILORED A HAIR BETTER.

BLESS THIS GOLDEN SUNLIGHT BOY.

“You’ve been wanting an army to attack your palace, Your Majesty... well, we’re ready.”

YOU MIGHT BE READY, BUT I’M NOT

DO NOT JUST GO INVADE THE PALACE WITH AN ARMY

GOD, HOW MANY OF YOU ARE GOING TO DIE

hi, Adolin talking to his sword still makes my heart swell, every time, he’s JUST SO GOOD AND PURE AND WONDERFUL

SUNSHINE BOY

HE PUT ON HIS UNIFORM

I’M

I lov hiiiiimm

it’s not Shallan that needs to drive this one back.

I’m still so enamored of this theory, I’m sticking with it even if it’s wrong, I don’t care. One Unmade per Radiant Order. It’s gotta be one of the boys this time. The Heart... Kaladin is nothing but heart, it’s gotta be the windrunner Unmade.

No one tell me I’m wrong, I will be SO DISAPPOINTED if it doesn’t go down this way.

OH SHIT

OOOHH SHIIIT

OOOHHHH SHIIIIIIIT

IT’S THE THING FROM THE COVER THE WHATSITCALLED THE ROCK MONSTER

OH SHIIIIIITTT WE ALL GON DIE

THUNDERCLAST, THAT’s the word phew glad I remembered

listen, Kaladin letting himself get smashed by a giant boulder just so he could Lash it away HURTS MY HEART

DON’T HURT KALADIN, 2K18

yuuuppppp it’s not a shardblade. Blergh, I didn’t finish Warbreaker, is there some wacky shenanigans with Vivenna’s sword? Does it pull the Breath from people or smthn? ...Do people on Roshar have Breath?

Adolin is SUCH ! A GOOD! COMMANDER!

.........I’m very glad that some of the palace guard aren’t evil, but. why did time move weird for them, apparently?

Is this the second Unmade? Is this one something to do with warping time??

I’m confuuuused.

fuck

that’s

hot

GLOWING KALADIN WITH A TWELVE FOOT LONG SYLSPEAR, FLYING THROUGH THE THROWN-OPEN DOUBLE DOORS??? YEAH I’M F I N E, T H I S I S F I N E

nooo don’t split up

never split up

I don’t want this

Adolin giving Kaladin the Bridge Four salute. I’m cry.

oooooooooohh, Shallan summoned Pattern!! And she’s not panicking! I’m so proud of her ahh!!

Skar and Drehey just. continuing to save Adolin. Best bodyguards. Best friends. I love them so much.

mmmmmmmmmmm

I don’t

want this, this is intense this is A LOT

aaaaahhh fuck Kaladin’s wall squad came with. They are SO Going to Die, and I WI LL C RY

she’s singing? So... she’s... hm. What happened to the queen?

I STILL DON’T THINK SHALLAN CAN DEFEAT THIS UNMADE

ohnohecallshissonGav

I’m

ohnohecallshiswifeDearOne

I’m

Elhokar, please

you are so small, just. Be brave.

KALADIN, YOU MADE SYL KILL A SPREN??? I don’t care that it was an evil spren, that’s. You can’t.. Syl. Don’t make Syl kill her family, pls, I’m suffering.

oh no

what ancient spren, WHICH ONE, AESUDAN.

AND HOW

HOW DID YOU BIND VOIDSPREN TO PEOPLE

I’m assuming that’s what it is

I’M CONCERNED

Yelig-nar and Ashertmarn. 1. both of those are terrible star wars names, Brandon, you usually do better. 2. Are those BOTH Unmade? Or is Yelig-nar Aesudan’s...voidspren?

stormspren?

Ancient Parshendi Ancestor of Evil spren?

“I have taken the gemstone into me.” WELL, THAT’S A STEAMING PILE OF # Y I K E S

mmm yeah, no, she didn’t do it. Shallan didn’t defeat it, it retreated. Or was called away or something. We’re deeeefinitely going to have to deal with that again.

oh shit is this the other one?

this is the other one

Yelid-nar is Aseudan’s Parshendi Ancestor’s name. Sja-anat is the other Unmade.

I’m scared.

ON THE STAIRWELL? GoDDAMNIT THAT’S A TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE PLACE FOR A FIGHT

don’t

make kaladin

kill his parshendi friends

please

oh fuck, Moash is with Kaladin’s parshendi friends, isn’t he?

damn, I AM NOT READY FOR THIS

yeah, no SHIT The heart fled. I TOLD you Shallan couldn’t defeat that one.

but why is THIS one helping her? OR IS SHE

WHAT IS HAPPENING

GOOD DON’T KILL EACH OTHER PLEASE.

oh Kaladin

“He’s always been able to trick himself into seeing a battle as us against them. Protect those you love. Kill everyone else. But...but they didn’t deserve death. None of them did.” HI THIS IS MY GHOST TYPING, I AM DEAD NOW. Kaladin has come so far, from scraping along, doing everything he could to breathe, let alone survive, and now--look at him. Look at him realizing that everyone, everyone is doing the same thing he is. They are all of them fighting to survive, they are all of them fighting to protect what they love.

Everyone is the hero of their own story, even if they are a villain to you.

God, this book is so literary, it’s so strong. Be better. Do better than those who have wronged you. See yourself in those around you, even your enemy, and do better. Take responsibility for who you are and what you do and who you fight. God, THIS BOOK.

Also, Kaladin trying to stop the fighting, I’m crying.

THEY ARE ALL DYING. I TOLD YOU THEY WOULD AND I TOLD YOU I WOULD CRY AND HERE I AM. SOBBING.

noooo

no no nono

I’ don’t

want this

put it

back

I’m

Elhokar waS SO CLOSE OH M Y GOD HE

ONE MORE WORD OF THE IDEAL GOD DAMNIT

Moash

of course

he always wanted to kill the king

fuck

I knew this was coming because I got fucking spoiled but it still hurt like a punch to the gut

FUCK, HE KNEW KALADIN WAS THERE AND HE DID IT ANYWAY

god

f u ck

I’m

he knew. he saluted. he didn’t even pause.

DAMMNIT, MOASH, YOU’RE BETTER THAN THIS.

god, Kaladin screamed, I’m

not okay

So much for Kholinar, god

“If we engage the device, we’ll be caught in a disaster.” AREN’T YOU ALREADY

...sapphire is windrunners, right? so why is the epitaph.........it’s a sapphire recording. A windrunner. “Am I not supposed to want to help people?” Does that mean...what is the Fourth Ideal of the Windrunners? The order of people who help people. Why...would their Fourth Ideal...not? be about helping people?

UGH, the radiant recordings make me SO NERVOUS ALL THE TIME.

1. I hate Taravangian. A Lot.

2. Here’s a thing: Navani spent a whole book and a half thinking her eldest child was dead, but holding out hope she was alive, and getting to have that vindication when Jasnah showed up. How...how long is she going to hold out hope that Elhokar somehow made it out alive only to have that shattered when the rest of them show up and he doesn’t?

ALSO FUN FACTS, DALINAR PROBABLY NOW THINKS ADOLIN, ELHOKAR, AND KALADIN--THREE OF HIS FOUR SONS--ARE DEAD, PROBABLY, SO THAT’S FINE, I’M FINE.

EVERYTHING’S FINE.

OH FUCK IT TOOK THEM TO SHADESMAR

WHY

OH MY GOD

WHERE’S JASNAH WHEN YOU NEED HER, SHE CAN NAVIGATE THIS SHIT

also !!!! PATTERN AND SYL AND ?????? ???? ?? ADOLIN’S?? SPREN????? PLEASE SAY IT’S ADOLIN’S SPREN. HIS BLADE. WHATEVER. PLEASE.

LET ADOLIN HAVE A SPREN 2K18

god, Vivenna: HARD SAME, GIRL

also, I forgot that she would have had to have come through the Cognitive Realm to get from Nalthis to Roshar, but heeeeheheheh yeah. She knows what she’s doing here, or at the very least has an idea. Excellent.

but FUCK

SHADESMAR

AND EVERYONE THINKS THEY’RE DEAD

and dear fucking god, Moash, you’re better than this, why must you continue to make REALLY BAD DECISIONS.

these are my priorities

leave me alone.

#op #Megan reads OB #Oathbringer spoilers #Stormlight Archive #Oathbringer #god it's been a HOT MINUTE #but I'm going to try to make time to finish this #I can't say how fast the last two parts will go but I'm Trying to finish #I think I'm over the hump anyway...past the Thing I got spoiled for that made me not want to keep going #but here we are. I made it. so hopefully I'll get through the rest more easily #also I have a MUCH BETTER job and living situation now so I'm less stressed generally so I've got more spoons to lb #so fingers crossed I don't get derailed again and we knock this monster out!

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fa-nfiction · 6 years

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Thunder #38

December 26th, 2015

“So … he’s your … boyfriend or what?”

Caitlin’s arms were crossed as she looked at me.

“Don’t, Cait … I don’t know. I’m just as confused, honestly.” I sighed and let my shoulders drop. The global sign for “I really have no clue anymore”.

“Caitlin, honey, I appreciate the fact that you and Cassie’s other friends are here, I really do, but maybe you can tone down that … tone.” My Mom chimed in as she came through her living room carrying a tray of cookies before putting it down on the table. “She’s been through enough, don’t you think?” She asked rhetorically before exiting the room again. Having turned into some kind of Christmas saint, she had - without my knowing - invited Megan, Caitlin, and Chris for coffee. Now, here they were, and the truth was out. I understood their concern, but I was too tired to really appreciate it.

“And the baby was his?” Megan suddenly asked, and I nodded in return.

“Yup. Haven’t been with anyone else. I thought I couldn’t get pregnant so soon, and -”

“You could.” Megan replied and ate one of my Mom’s cookies.

“And now he’s moved, and you’re doing some kind of long-distance thing?” Caitlin asked. She had dialed down the anger, but not by much.

“We’re … we’re doing the FaceTime thing and all that. But it’s been hectic, he’s only just moved in with Nathan, and they’re trying to get the new pub ready and-”

“Hmm.” She stated in return. Her boyfriend, Chris, sat beside her, stoically calm. He knew there was no stopping her and simply let her run loose.

“Hmm, what? Enough with the subliminal crap, Caitlin. I’m a mom, god damn it. I slept, perhaps, 10 minutes last night, and I have zero ability to read your fucking mind.”

“Oh, nothing. Besides the fact that you know. It’ll be awfully easy for him.”

“What will be?”

“You know. Having you come to London once a month. And being free the rest of the time … free to do whatever he wants.”

“What the hell? It’s not like that.”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought the same.”

“Even if I had, what’s it to you? It’s not your life.”

She uncrossed her arms and leaned forward, her eyes pleading with me.

“Every time something bad happens, every time you come running for help. Every time. Back at the office, you were grumpy for days whenever he didn’t text you back. Back then when that thing happened between you - I still have no idea what that was all about, but you called me and you sounded like you were manically anxious. Back when he cheated, there you were again. Wanting to … to get help to call a midwife. I’ll just be honest with you, Cas, because we love you. Every time he’s fucked it up, it has been us that had to pick up the pieces of you again.”

“She’s right.” Megan chimed in. “Us and your Mom.”

I looked at them and suddenly felt tired. I knew they were right. What kind of mess is this. Should I get out of it now? I rubbed my eyes and tried to convince myself that they weren’t right.

“Uuuugh.” I exclaimed as something suddenly dawned on me. “There’s just that thing … he’s asked me to come with him.”

“What?” Three voices sounded in unison from around the table. Each one looked more flabbergasted than the next.

“To come and stay. I know, right?”

“You … and Teddy … and everything?” Megan asked.

“No, naturally not Teddy, why on earth would we want to live with our child, Megs. Ew.” Megan and the rest began to howl with laughter. I could even hear my mother laughing from somewhere in the house.

“But … you’re not going, right?” Caitlin asked. Her anger seemed to have vanished completely now. She just looked surprised. “I mean, you have a nice apartment … and your mom. And us.”

“That’s exactly what I told him.” It felt like a hole in my heart was screaming at me. Go to London. “That I couldn’t.”

“Hm.” Caitlin replied. A strange calm came over the table as we ate our cookies in peace.

( … )

“Hold up, hello-” The screen on my phone was utterly dark, and the noise coming from its speakers was some kind of electronic rustling. I recognized Nathan’s voice and as always, it made me feel better.

“Hello, Cassie?” The phone said, but there still wasn’t any picture on the screen.

“Yeah, that’s me. Hi, Nathan.”

“Hi, love. I can’t seem to get this bloody thing to work, hold up.”

He was rustling some more, and I thought I saw a few light spots on the screen, before it turned jet black once again.

“Oy!” There he is. My heart was doing jumping jacks at the mere voice of him. “Give me that ... Christ, you old people and technology. God.” I heard him teasing Nathan and giggled at the banter between them. Suddenly, the phone lit up and there he was. Michael.

“You shouldn’t tease him, you know.” I spoke at the smiling, handsome face on my phone. “You’re not awfully young yourself.”

He cocked an eyebrow at me as his eyes shifted completely. He looked like he was going to make me regret what I’d just said in the sexiest way possible. I felt my cheeks redden and had to cross my legs at the thought of it.

“You best be happy you’re all the way over there, darl’.” He said in a low voice, and I could almost feel myself tremble at the sound of it.

“You’d never catch me, old man.” I smacked my lips at him and tried to ignore the want that he caused.

“Oy, you two. There are other people present, you know.” I heard Nathan’s voice from somewhere else in the room and felt like the poster girl for complete embarrassment. I could see from Michael’s face that it was just friendly teasing, and that helped.

“I had forgotten you weren’t alone. Sorry.” I said.

“Don’t mind it.” Michael replied.

“It’s kinda cramped, isn’t it? With Nathan and the wife and you … they have a kid too, don’t they?” He shook his head in return.

“He has a flat on his own. He’s only coming for dinner once in a while. I’ve gotten his old room, actually. And haven’t I told you this? Nathan and his wife got separated a while ago.”

“They … what?” I was shook. I couldn’t believe the words I was hearing. “What on earth went wrong? They’ve been together forever.”

“It’s a long and dull story, Cas.” I heard Nathan reply from somewhere else and knew that I shouldn’t pry anymore.

“He’ll tell you some other time.” Michael smiled at me. “But there’s plenty of room as it is now. When are you moving in?”

I stuck my tongue out at the screen and tried to look serious. It failed.

“You’re an ass.”

“Yup. But you love this ass.” He replied. The smile on his face made the small creases around his eyes more visible. I wanted nothing more than to run my fingers along the fine lines.

“How’s our boy?” He turned a bit more serious at the thought of Teddy.

“Missing his Dad, I think. He’s slept terribly for the past few nights.”

“I’m sorry about that. You’re getting help from Liz?”

“Yeah. But I can’t just drop him off at her place every night. He’ll end up calling her Mum.”

“I get that. If you come over here, I’ll take the night shifts, hmm?”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Can’t promise anything, darl’.”

I bit my lip and smiled like an idiot at him.

“Say hi to Nathan, okay?”

“Hi back!” I heard Nathan shout from somewhere across.

Michael blew me a kiss and hung up. I didn’t get to sit there giggling for myself long, though. Teddy had woken up again.

( … )

“Megs? Oy?”

“Cassie? Hey!”

We almost ran into each other in the street where I’d spent so much time. The street with the pub - our pub. I thought to myself that if I had to move, if I had to go back to England, this street would be the thing I would miss most about Kenmare.

“Going out?” She looked me up and down, and I could see why. For the first time in forever, I was wearing high heels and makeup. “The pub?”

“Ye. I felt like shit. Missing Michael, and … yeah. Yasmin told me she needed to chat about something. So I thought, why the hell not.”

“I get that. You look great, though.”

“Thanks, Megs. Where are you off to?”

She looked like she was blushing, but then again, it was a cold day.

“I’m … uh … I’m just out for a walk.”

“Okay? Have a nice one, I guess?” I was confused with her strange behavior but didn’t pry any further.

“Thanks. See you, Cas. Give a kiss to your boy.”

“I will.”

We hugged, and she was on her way.

“Cassandra!” Yasmin waved enthusiastically for a second before she vanished out back, an apologetic smile on her face. I knew what it meant, as the boss of the place she had enough to see to. I remembered from the time I’d worked here.

Patiently, I sat down at the bar and made eye contact with one of the new bartenders.

“Hi. I’m Allison. How may I help you?” She yelled through the music.

“Just a coke, please.”

She found one in the fridge below and handed it to me with a smile.

“One of the boss’ friends, yeah? It’s on the house.”

“Thanks, Allison. She busy right now?”

She laughed a bubbly laugh and reminded me of careless evenings from before. “As always. But she should be here in a minute or so. Make yourself at home.”

“I will.”

The pub looked like itself, but then again, it didn’t. The walls had been painted a different color, the furniture had been switched to a more modern style, and throughout the walls, there were pictures of powerful women instead of football teams. Marilyn Monroe, Madonna, Aretha Franklin, Amy Winehouse and, naturally, all of the Spice Girls.

The roaring football fans had their own corner as usual, but somehow, they weren’t as noisy as they used to be. The football wasn’t as important as it had been before. It could be the fact that the clientele had changed as well as the chairs and tables. Everywhere, the women had seemingly taken over. Dancing, singing, enjoying themselves, once in a while taking a man out to dance and having fun. From my spot, I could see Cerys sitting on James’ lap, chatting and caressing him and trying to stay professional. I smiled at the sight. Before I knew it, Yasmin appeared out of the blue and hugged me tightly.

“Cassie! So great to see you.” She exclaimed and gestured around the pub.

“You like what I did?”

“It’s … magnificent. I love it. Well done.”

“I’ve had help, of course. But yeah … I’m proud of it.”

“I can see why.” I smiled at her. “You wanted to see me about something?”

“Ah. Yes. When are you going to move to England?” She looked at me with a completely serious look on her face, and I was utterly confused until she dropped the act and burst into a big, flashing smile.

“My GOD, you’re just like him, you know.” I exclaimed and slapped her shoulder playfully.

“I know. He’s great so I’ll take it as a compliment.” She teased back and we both laughed. “But seriously. When are you going to see him?”

“Uh … I haven’t really planned anything. I really haven’t got the finances right now, so that doesn’t help, either. And Teddy is so small, and I …” I could hear myself ranting.

“Ah. Excuses, excuses. He misses you, do you miss him?”

“What? Of course I do, Yasmin.”

“Then go to him.” She handed me an envelope and leaned back in her seat.

“What is thiiiiis. You didn’t … oh, fuck you, you did.” I had opened the envelope and there was no way of mistaking the plane ticket inside of it. Yasmin simply smiled at me.

“Only one condition, Cassandra. You have to take some things along to him. It’s not much.”

“Of course. But, Yasmin … this is too much. I can’t possibly accept this.”

“Shut your mouth. Of course you can. I love you both.” She grabbed my hands and looked me in the eyes. I was tearing up, the sweetness of her gift was just too much. “And frankly. You both look completely miserable when you miss each other.”

That last sentence had me exploding with laughter. Yasmin laughed as well before pulling me in for a big hug.

I felt like I could jump with excitement.

I’m going. I’m going to him. I’m going to see him.

( … )

Saturday 29th, 2016

For some reason, everyone was smiling at me as I stood, freezing on the pavement on a street in London. I pondered whether they thought I was lost or if I simply radiated so much excitement that it made people smile. It had been a month since I last saw him, and the way I missed him could be felt into my very bones. Of course, he didn’t know I was here. Nathan had picked me up at the airport - all part of Yasmin’s devious planning - and driven me to their apartment and then, to here. My phone was pressed against my ear so I could hear their conversation inside. I feared that my heart would beat so loud that it could be heard through the phone.

“The boss man!” I could hear Michael say through the phone as Nathan locked himself inside of the pub. “Coming by to see if I fucked it up already?”

Nathan laughed in return. “Yes, exactly. How’s things?”

I couldn’t hear anything through the phone, but it was clear that Michael sighed.

“Still missing half the furniture. Delivery problems, something like that. And I need to paint upstairs as well.” He sounded exhausted. I wanted to run inside and comfort him, but waited patiently instead.

“Hmm.” I could hear Nathan pacing about the room. “ Well, I have two surprises for you. One: I’ve arranged for some of my people to come and help you tomorrow. They’ll help you paint and whatever.”

“That’s … that’s great, Nathe. Thanks a lot.” I felt a tender moment between them. Nathan had grown more and more into some kind of father figure. Not only to me, but to Michael as well.

“Only the best for this place. This will be our flag ship number two.” He laughed. “Of course you need a bit of help.”

“That’s amazing. Thanks again, mate.”

“No problem. And your second surprise -”

“Yeah?” Michael replied.

“It’s a box of things that Yasmin thought you needed. Things from the old pub, back in Kenmare.”

“What? I took everything with me when I stopped.” I could hear the confusion in his voice.

“Not all, mate.” Nathan replied. “It’s outside the door, I brought a courier along. Go and get it, boy.”

“What?” He said. I could feel my heart beating harder than ever before as his steps moved quickly across the floor.

The door flew open, and he was there. The change I saw in his eyes - from confused to surprised to beyond happy - was making my heart burst.

“Courier service. Where should I put this box?” I asked and tried to keep cool all the while the smile on my face was doing the exact opposite.

He didn’t speak. Instead, he closed the distance between us, lifted me up and spun me around, until he kissed me.

It felt like the world disappeared around us.

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Crisis on Earth-X: Crossover’s Top Five MVPS

Number Five

Number Four

Yep, I’m counting Olicity as one person, because they’re MARRIED so I CAN.

Felicity has always been a hero in her own way. But Crisis on Earth-X saw her willing to die for Kara Danvers twice. And the best part? She looked scared as hell while doing it. Her hero counterparts always look calm when a gun or shaking hand that can rip their hearts out are pointed at them. Felicity looked terrified, but she still did it. And that was okay. It was so okay. It doesn’t mean that she’s less of a hero than them because she gets scared.

And how fantastic was it to see Felicity Smoak protecting Supergirl? To see her climbing through vents with Iris, making plans, kicking Nazi ass and taking down a spaceship? She was definitely an MVP of this crossover by herself and with the people she was working with, which was such a highlight because she kind of got pushed aside in last year’s crossover.

I cannot tell you how important Felicity Smoak and the special actress who plays her are. If you don’t get it by now, you probably never will. And that is your loss.

Anyway, Olicity.

I want to count them both as number four on this list, both individually and as a couple, because their relationship, them together is what made the crossover better. But they also did just fine on their own. Even when they weren’t in the same scene, or even on the same earth, they were always thinking about each other. We got so much of them this crossover, more than even Barry and Iris.

Oliver blew his cover because he couldn’t kill Earth-X Felicity. He didn’t know her, she wasn’t his Felicity, and it still wasn’t worth it to him. I don’t think that it was just that the girl was Felicity’s doppelganger, though. Oliver grows every season, and it is what makes Arrow so enjoyable. Watch the pilot again, I dare you. That guy doesn’t seem like the Oliver I’ve gotten used to on my screen lately at all.

I think Oliver’s empathy for Earth-X Felicity showed us his growth. He saved her because she’s innocent. Oliver’s moral compass may not be as righteous or perfect as Barry’s or Kara’s, but Arrow is a different show because of it. I don’t think that Barry and Oliver were every truly meant to be compared. They’re different kinds of heroes. Still, room full of evil Nazis be damned, Oliver couldn’t execute an innocent person just to keep his cover. He’d rather risk a shoot out.

I love that there was no evil Felicity. I can get on board with this idea. No matter what earth it is, every version you meet of Felicity Megan Smoak is going to be kind, brave, and selfless. I’m down for that. And it would have been even better if every version of Felicity somehow made Oliver into a better human being. But I’ll just block Nazis from my brain and go with that instead.

I did have one problem with the scene though. Oliver’s “the strong protect the weak” line was bullshit. Earth-X Felicity was living and surviving in a literal concentration camp. She was risking her life to feed starving children. She was not weak. How dare you call someone like her weak???

Since I talked about Felicity on her own, Oliver Queen deserves a little celebration too.

For starters; the one, and only thing that this Nazi invasion did was show that Oliver is better than Kara and Barry in a way. Kara kind of got off the hook, her evil twin was dying anyway, so she didn’t have to deal with the “to kill or not to kill” superhero stuff. Oliver and Barry both had to face the decision, though.

But Barry let’s Thawne go? With a stupid, cheesy, “see ya next time, my evil nemesis!” LAME. I get it, Barry doesn’t kill. But Thawne should have been an exception. I’m sick of him. It’s not interesting anymore. It’s not fun to watch. The story is old. I would have been more surprised if he was really dead than I was that he lived. That’s when you know you’ve exhaused a character. Get some new material. He needs to die and he needs to stay dead. Also, IF YOU ALIGN WITH NAZIS, YOU ARE A NAZI. Barry Allen literally let a powerful, murderous Nazi walk away. And it pissed me right the hell off. So you know what, fuck Barry.

But you know who didn’t hesitate to kill the evil Nazi that shared his face? Oliver Queen. He had the shot and he took it. I didn’t take that as, “well Oliver’s the only one okay with killing.” or “he didn’t have to.” I took that as, “Oliver knows when to kill and when not to kill. And he made the right choice.” He doesn’t have the abilities that Barry and Kara do, so giving Nazi Oliver a chance to live would have been a risk that Oliver wasn’t willing to take. Barry took that risk with Thawne, and it was stupid as fuuuuuck.

I love Oliver Queen, I really do. And I’m glad that the crossover didn’t overshadow him or the other “non-powers” players. They seemed like they were consciously writing the story to make sure that Oliver, Sara, and Alex weren’t just twiddling their thumbs or contributing to the plan, but they were also leaders.

But anyway, Crisis on Earth-X gave time to Olicity that it didn’t last year and sure as hell hasn’t in a while. Season six scenes have been great, but we still haven’t seen them talk. They had a lot of baggage, and we assume that they worked it out, but we need to see it! That’s how TV shows work! So Crisis on Earth-X took some time to do it. That meant Felicity getting the chance to tell Oliver, and us, what she’s afraid of.

But she sooo wants to marry you. Honey is just scared, okay!? Honestly, the only unbelievable thing about this to me was that Oliver couldn’t guess why she didn’t want to marry him. She yells at him that she doesn’t want to marry him, but then they talk. She assures him that it’s not about him, because she loves him and wants to be in a committed relationship with him. She just doesn’t want the title of husband and wife.

She wants everything about marriage, just without calling it marriage. Oliver can be thick headed sometimes, but he’s not that dumb. Of course she’s afraid of something.

Unlike what we’ve seen in the past (SEASON FOUR) Felicity gets a scene where she tells Iris why she doesn’t want to be legally married to Oliver. And everything she says is valid and fair. Slow clap it out for Felicity Smoak, sharing and talking through her feelings with someone she trusts. Once you do that, it’s only a matter of time until you either talk to your person about it or you resolve the issue inside of you and move forward. She did that, finally, and it was wonderful.

Her explanation was something that I honestly hadn’t considered, which made it powerful and sweet. Felicity was shot and paralyzed on her engagement night. Then they broke up. The night they got engaged, as beautiful as it was, was extremely traumatizing for her. She associates the end of their relationship with the beginning of their lives as a married couple, because that night was when the train went off the rails and they couldn’t get it back.

She loves him so much, and she still wants the relationship with him, it’s just the public marriage and ring on her finger that scream bad signs to her. I loved being able to see this side of Felicity. I’m glad that they gave her the screen time to explain it.

And I’m so happy that we got to see this scene. Oliver Queen is moping. He just wants to marry his honey and give her kisses for the rest of his life but she’s scared and she’s not ready to tell him that yet and it’s hurting his feelings. Both of their responses and feelings were honest and understandable. They were kind to each other. They expressed themselves. Oliver was upset, but Felicity still made sure that he knew how much she loved him. And Oliver respected her choice and didn’t push it, even though he clearly still wasn’t satisfied with her answer. This is the kind of fighting I want to see.

What I really loved about this though was that not only was it a fair fight, where they both had valid things to say, but we knew that they would resolve it. This fight had a clear beginning, middle, and end. The writers were not just throwing shit at us and seeing if Olicity would survive it. Which, isn’t that literally what they told us season four was going to be?

The Olicity arc in Crisis on Earth-X was well-paced, fair, and entertaining. What more could you ask for?

Okay yeah, Oliver kissing Felicity while in the Green Arrow suit was fantastic. I didn’t ask for that but fanfic dreams do come true.

Oh, a wedding?

WELL YOU GOT IT.

Congratulations, Olicity!

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A Look Back At My Time in Japan! Chapter 4

Third Month on Exchange: June

June is pretty much the rainy month of Japan and boy was this month wet! I still cycled to school every day or walked because I’m a crazy girl. There was just something so freeing about cycling all the time with my music in and taking in all the scenery even if it was pouring everywhere. There were times when I’d just park up halfway at Sumiyoshi though and take the university free bus from there. June also seemed to be the time when the people in the city started preparing for Nagasaki Kunchi, the city’s most famous festival that takes place every year in October. It was super cool catching a glimpse of the men practicing their march for the festival every evening on my bike since it was on my route. The first week was pretty standard from what I can recall, just university, teaching at my part-time job, home, and repeat for the most part. I also hung out a lot with my friend B from my part-time job. She showed me around Megane Bashi (an area with a bridge that looks like spectacles) and Shindaiku machi.

Now, I was super stoked for June because it meant that I’d be meeting up with my friend L and we’d get to spend the weekend in Osaka and go to Universal Studios! On the 9th, I journeyed to Nagasaki Station to try and find the highway bus that I had booked to take me to Osaka but it’s a good thing I got there like an hour early because I was scrambling up until the last minute to find this damn bus. I had no idea that the bus station and train station were in different locations. I know that sounds kinda dumb but I really thought that my bus would be taking off at or near the train station. In the end, the bus station wasn’t that far from where I was but I literally almost missed it. It was an overnight bus so I packed some snacks because I was planning to get off at the last stop: 9 hours later at Universal City station right outside of Universal Studios. The bus was pretty roomy and not too bad. It took me a while to find something affordable since traveling in Japan can be pretty expensive and I had to search for the bus online in Japanese but it was worth it. It had several pet stops so that people could use nice toilets, had wifi and retractable seats and cost the equivalent of about $64. A little pricey but it was ok because I found an even cheaper way back with Peach Airlines for about $20. So all in all not bad for a 4 day trip to both Osaka and Kyoto. Oh and of course my accommodation was free because Couchsurfing in Japan is the best. Oh, right forgot to mention that I was also fasting this month so I would be spending the day on rides and walking around USJ while fasting which I was a tad worried about at first but actually wasn’t too bad since the sun in Japan was going down every day at around 6:30 pm (Summer days in Canada are much longer). Anyway, my bus arrived bright and early the next day at Universal Studios and about half an hour before I was meant to meet up with L so I hung around the area for a bit until she got there and we proceeded to line up in the already growing line. I should add that it was a Friday morning and I didn’t have any class that day but it was still a normal day so I don't know why there were so many people; it wasn’t crazy busy, but we were still queuing for about 30 minutes. By the time we got in it was around 8 am and I couldn’t wait to go on every ride. We began by heading on over to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter being that we are both super big HP fans and needed to get that out of our systems first. We bolted on over to the Harry Potter and the Forbidden Journey ride and it was amazing! It was so cool but unfortunately, we couldn’t take pictures and I wish it lasted longer. Afterward, we went to the gift shop and strolled around Hogsmeade. L bought herself a pretty impressive lifesize marauder's map and I got a couple of really nice keyrings. Next, we saw a live performance of actors playing Hogwarts characters but what made it more interesting was that half the characters were played by American or British actors and the other half were played by Japanese actors with the American/British saying their lines in English and the Japanese in Japanese. Upon leaving Hogsmeade we made our way around the rest of the park and managed to try out every ride. We also saw two musical performances, a bunch of life-size minions and some titan heads from Attack on Titan that were on exhibit by Cool Japan. Actually, with about 2 hours before we were meant to leave we had tried every ride but one: The Flying Dinosaur. Honestly, I was making so many excuses not to line up because I’m really not good with thrilling roller coasters - like this one where you are thrown up and down with your limbs hanging and at one point completely upside down. We also were meant to meet our Couchsurfing host at around 4 pm (yes, we had already spent about 6 hours there so far) and the line itself was about 2 hours long but L insisted and so we ended up doing it. I was terrified and screaming the entire time with my eyes closed--which I do regret. At the end of it though it wasn’t so bad and I did feel like I could do it again but alas it was time to go.

Our Couchsurfing host owned an electronics shop and asked us to meet him there. He was a very eccentric guy who loved hosting several people at a time, we were lucky though that we were the only two that had requested to stay at the time. He was funny and really only seemed to be interested in hosting girls since he claims they are cleaner. He was really insistent on adding me to Facebook though which I was a little against since I had just met him but luckily I had the excuse that I had just recently taken up the bf on the challenge of deactivating my FB for a month and just challenging myself to be completely off social media. Anyway, after he closed up shop he decided to take us out to a conveyor belt sushi place where he proceeded to throw a hundred questions at me, it seemed to be his goal to know my life story by the end of dinner. I mean, I was fine with it but it was certainly an experience. I’m glad he was friendly though at least and it wasn’t such a bad place to stay, we did have our own semi-private room as well.

The next day we walked around the town where the host lived and made our way over to the Osaka Aquarium Kaiyukan, the world’s largest aquarium. We saw so many species of marine animals and even capybaras, it was awesome. We spent a few good hours there and managed to see every animal and take lots of really cool photos. We then made our way to the giant Ferris wheel near the aquarium and chilled on that for a bit. It was my first time on a Ferris wheel and boy are they slow, we did get a nice view of the harbour though. We ended off the day by grabbing some food in Dotonburi and getting the second-best melon pan ice cream in the world. Not a bad two days in Osaka. The next day I parted ways with L at Osaka station since she had to go back to Tokyo, but I decided to spend an extra day in the region and go to Kyoto to meet up with my Japanese friend who was studying there and agreed to host me for a night and show me around Arashiyama and the monkey park. I love Kyoto, I love Osaka too but I especially adore the aesthetic of the Arashiyama area and on a not too busy day. It really feels like you’ve been transported to ancient Japan. Also, yatsuhashi, the mochi-like sweet of the area, are delicious. It was great catching up with my friend and even better having a semi-quiet day in such a popular tourist area.

The next day, I said goodbye to my friend and made my way to Osaka International airport, unfortunately for me though and as was the trend with big trips like this, I messed up. I fell asleep on the train to the airport and missed my stop. I woke up like half an hour later, all groggy and panicked and jumped off the train at a pretty deserted stop that seemed to be going under renovation. I remember running up to the nearest worker and just not being able to really say words. All I could muster was the world airport in Japanese and from my panicked expression, it seemed the station worker knew exactly what I wanted and pointed me in the right direction. You can rest assured that I did manage to make it to my plane on time, I did realize when I got to the airport I had actually forgotten my passport in Nagasaki and I was facepalming so hard at that point but fortunately for me, residents in Japan with a resident card don’t need a passport to fly within the country so mini heart attack aside, I was able to safely make my way back to Nagasaki.

It was business as usual again when I got back to Nagasaki for the next couple of weeks until the storm hit. I was hanging out late at the university as I was on most days that month since I was practicing for the Nagasaki dance festival, being that I was in the team to represent our school. The next thing I knew it became dark and started to rain. I tried to ride my bike back home as fast as I could and put my already finicky cellphone into my pants pocket without thinking but the storm was so strong and was raining so hard it felt like the ocean was coming out of the sky. By the time I got back home, about 40 minutes later, I was soaked through. It was a hot day as well so obviously, I had the window in my room open but when I got back my futon and blankets were drenched and there was just a huge puddle. I cleaned everything up and then got out my phone only to see that that too, was completely soaked through and would no longer turn on. I was freaking out. I had never gotten my phone wet until then and I didn’t know what to do. I was also mainly worried about how I’d be able to reply to the bf since him and I were sending messages to each other every day.

The next day, I searched up all sorts of ways to get my phone to work and obviously there was the rice thing but I didn’t want to use my homestay family’s rice for that so I saw that some people put their phone in the freezer and that helped fix it so I tried that but no dice. In my panic and frustration thinking that I would no longer have a phone for the rest of my time in Japan, I bought a new phone on eBay for about $50. The day after that though I did see some really cheap rice on sale at the market and decided to give that a try as well and what do you know? My phone worked after a day of being submerged in the rice. So I certainly felt dumb for buying a new phone but at least I had a backup.

Boy Drama Part Two:

By the start of June and through the first week, Y and I were meeting up pretty much every night and we were clearly into each other. I would either head on over to Starbucks and wait for his shift to end or he would meet up with me when I was done working at my part-time job at the English school. There wasn’t a day that he wouldn’t instigate a conversation with me on the LINE app. This is why I found it particularly strange when one day he was completely silent and didn’t message me at all. I tried to think nothing of it and just figured he was busy but it did feel weird for him to not even send me a good morning message. The next day, however, he apologised profusely for not saying anything and summed it up to just having had a fever which I thought was totally understandable. To make it up to me he even suggested taking me for a drive somewhere. He picked me up in the evening when I was already home and studying and drove me to this high up park that had the most spectacular viewpoint of the starry sky. I’m still not quite sure where it was since I never went back and he never told me. It was again all so romantic and was in line with his usual bravado of whisking me off my feet.

Things were as usual for the next couple of days until the day I went to Osaka with L. Again, he went radio silent. Not a peep and this lasted for the whole 4ish days that I was in Osaka and Kyoto. I had no idea what was going on but I was trying to play it cool and not ask him what was up because I’m sure he was busy---was what I thought. A couple of days after returning to Nagasaki though, I thought enough was enough and it was time that I stop this silly game that he seemed to be playing so I messaged him and asked if he had work that day and said that I would stop by. He responded and said he’d wait for me.

This is where it takes a turn. I went to Starbucks after finishing my classes at university with my friend LY and we sat there and chatted for a while and then when she left, I was approached by someone else for a chat before I finally got to studying. Y and I hadn’t made any plans to walk home together or anything but I just assumed we would so I stayed there until close. The whole time that I was there though I could tell that he would look over in my direction but he never acknowledged me or came to say hello. I, again, just summed it up to him being busy. At around 8:30/9 I decided to just pack up and leave since he didn’t seem to want to talk but then I got a message from him that said if I wait outside then he’ll meet me and we can walk home together so I did just that. A couple of minutes later I was approached by a girl who seemed to be just a few years younger than me. She asked me if I was waiting for Y and I said I was. She then said that she would like me to stop--”やめてほしい” (yametehoshii or I want you to stop) a phrase she used repeatedly for the next several minutes. She said that she was his girlfriend and that they had been dating for the past three years and I said no, there’s no way because he told me he was single (which was true, we had confirmed with each other that we were both single when we first began chatting, no way was I going to chase after a guy in a relationship). She then clicked her tongue and began verbally attacking me. She said she knows I like him and that she had read all of our messages to each other and she wants me to stop talking to him, being friends with him, coming to Starbucks to study and to delete his LINE ID. I was of course in a lot of shock because this just didn’t seem real, had I entered some kind of soap opera reality without realising it? I’d never been in this type of situation before. I told her that I didn’t like him (lie), that I wasn’t going to stop talking to him and that this is all just crazy. She wouldn’t have it. She began interrogating me and wanted to know everything about me down to my address and university. I didn’t tell her. I told her that I didn’t want any trouble and that I just wanted to go home and have some dinner (I had been fasting). She snapped at me and called me a liar because she knew I was planning to have dinner with Y (first of all we had never actually eaten together and, no, I was not planning to have dinner with him). This was all happening while he was still in the shop, working and watching everything unfold. She began to get a couple of calls. When she finally answered I could tell that he was calling her and was actually asking her to leave but she wouldn’t have it. I told her that I didn’t care anymore and I just wanted to go home and she refused and said that we were going to wait for him together. There were a few moments of silence before she finally bent close to me and whispered that I should really give up on him because she was carrying his child…...this little 19-year-old girl was really trying to pull this soap opera type crap on me...obviously I didn’t believe her and immediately blurted out “うそつき!” (usotsuki! liar!). After what seemed like hours, Y finally came out of the store and said nothing more than “ああ、疲れた” (aa, tsukareta/ahh, I’m tired). I was so uncomfortable. What do you even do in this situation? Finally, all I could think of to say was “じゃあ帰る” (jaa, kaeru/ ok, I’m going home). A very anticlimactic end, I know but I was dumbfounded as to what to do next. They clearly didn’t mind because as soon as I said that they turned in one direction and I turned in the other.

I was a mixture of both laughing and crying on my bike ride back home. Guess I was truly in shock. What even just happened, right? When I got back, I quickly sent him a message asking for an explanation but nothing. A few days later was when my phone drowned in my pocket. Que where it all went downhill with the crazy receptionist, M, from my part-time job. I won’t go too much into detail about her because honestly, she’s irrelevant. She was a foreigner obsessed Japanese woman who was in her late twenties (?) and was also a pathological liar. Did I mention she had crazy eyes? Anyway, she was also completely obsessed with my friend B, and even me for a while up until I borrowed her phone. The day after I damaged my phone, I was panicking for all sorts of reasons. I had thought up a temporary remedy to remaining in contact with the bf but LINE was the only way I was in contact with Y and I was worried that he had replied to me while my phone had been down. I asked to borrow M’s phone to sign into my LINE on her phone, well she also partially offered. We both hadn’t realized that if you sign out of your LINE account on your phone to sign into another one then you completely lose your own account with all of your contacts which is what happened to her. Oh boy, her being upset was an understatement. It was an honest mistake and I apologized numerous times but I had wronged her and she never forgave me and hardly spoke to me again after that. It’s cool though. Oh, and Y never did reply to me. I never heard from him again.

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