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yourlocalfictionalenthusiast · 3 years

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IN LIFE, IN DEATH...

PART SEVEN

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Warnings: none, I think :)

A/N: ahh we’re getting dangerously close to Unsaid Emily territory, folks. Also idk if I’ve said this before but feedback is always welcomed and appreciated! <3

“This isn’t gonna work.”

You said as you watched the boys practice their apology song for Julie for the dozenth time. Alex just glared at you in response as he crouched behind Luke, and you tried to contain your laughter as the side gate clicked open and Julie walked into the studio.

Reggie immediately burst into song and Luke followed, then Alex popped out from behind Luke’s back. Once the song was over, Julie stared at them with a blank expression.

“In case you missed it,” Reggie said. “We’re really sorry.”

Julie sighed. “Yeah, I got that part.”

“Look, it wasn’t okay that we flaked on the dance,” Luke explained. “We know we let you down.”

“Yeah, we never wanted to disappoint you.” Alex said. “You’re the best thing that happened to us since we became ghosts.”

“In hopes that you’ll rejoin the band,” Luke pulled the poster out from behind his back. “We booked a new gig.”

Julie didn’t say anything as she ran her fingers across the paper. You could tell that she was still upset by the way she kept her eyes trained on it.

Reggie cleared his throat. “It’s a mind-blowing, life-changing gig.”

“There’s going to be all kinds of managers there. All we gotta do is blow their minds and we’ll be living the dream.”

“So this is important to you, huh?” Julie said, finally looking up at them. “Like the dance was important to me?”

Alex stepped forward. “We know we messed up.”

“But we need you in the band.” Luke finished and Julie rolled her eyes.

“Of course you do. Because without me, no one would be able to see you play.” Julie said, turning to Luke. “I thought the music we were making was special, but you’re too obsessed with your past to even care.”

“I do care!” Luke insisted. “We have a chance at greatness. I don’t want it to slip away from us again.”

“So then why did you bail on me and (Y/n) to get back at Trevor?” Julie crossed her arms as Luke stared at her with sad eyes. “I’ll tell you why. Because the only thing you care about is yourself.”

Luke glued his eyes to his shoes and Julie whirled around and marched back towards the house with the flyer still clutched in her fist.

“Luke-” You stepped towards him but he phased away, leaving the studio clouded in sadness.

“Where do you think he’s going?” Reggie asked.

“Where do you think?” Alex sighed. “Remember what today is?”

Even though Luke had never really cared about birthdays, you knew that his eighteenth was one he had been looking forward to all his life. Your heart broke for him when you realized that this was the way he would have to spend it.

You tugged his old jacket over your shoulders and looked towards the house. “We need to tell her.”

“About his mom?” Alex asked and you nodded.

“He can’t spend his birthday like this.”

Alex and Reggie both looked a little hesitant but nodded, following your lead as you poofed into the Molina’s living room.

Julie was on the couch, pouring over a textbook. She didn’t even look up when you all phased in front of her.

“Hey.” Alex approached her carefully. “Got a second?”

Julie kept her focus on the book and you sat next to her, using your best pleading look. “Julie, please.”

She finally looked up at you. “(Y/n), I already told you, I can’t be in the band.”

“I know.” You said. “But just, listen to us for a second, okay?”

Julie closed her book and set it on the table before looking at you all expectantly.

“Luke isn’t as selfish as you think.” Alex said and Reggie nodded in agreement.

“You remember that song in his journal? About Emily?” You asked and Julie’s eyebrows furrowed. “We wanna show you who it’s about.”

The Patterson house was almost exactly like you remembered it.

Dozens of memories swirled around in your mind as you walked up the pathway to the patio and crouched behind a chair. You could see Emily and Mitch in the window, Emily blinking tears out of her eyes as she frosted a triple chocolate fudge cake, Luke’s favorite.

And as if that wasn’t enough to break your heart, Luke sat on the counter with his head propped up against his knees.

“Emily is his mom?” Julie asked, her voice light.

“Yeah, he comes here a lot.” Alex said. “He thinks we don’t know, but we’ve been following him.”

You close your eyes as a pit of guilt opens in your stomach. You had been so wrapped up in your stupid feelings that you didn’t notice how much Luke was hurting.

“All he does is sit and watch them.” Reggie explained. “They don’t do much though.”

“They’re eating cake. That’s something.” Julie said.

“It’s a birthday cake.” You managed, avoiding everyone’s eyes as their heads snapped towards you. “For him.”

“And it’s even harder for him ‘cause he left on bad terms.” Alex said. “His parents didn’t want their seventeen year old in a rock band. So he ran away.”

You watched as Mitch lit a candle in the center of the cake and gripped Emily’s hand across the table. Luke leaned forward and blew it out immediately, making them share a look of confusion.

“That’s why Luke was so mad.” Reggie twisted his fingers. “If Trevor gave him credit for the songs, then they would’ve known that it was all worth it.”

“That his dreams were worth chasing.” You finished, another wave of guilt washed over you. You hadn’t been thinking about Luke’s parents when you fought with him about the old songs, and now you wished you could take everything back and haunt the hell out of Bobby.

Emily and Mitch blew out the candle again and Luke sank back into his chair, staring at his parents as tears streamed down his face. Julie sniffled next to you and more than ever, you wished you could hug your friend.

Alex stood up. “We all know how much it hurts when someone who should’ve had your back completely lets you down. We never meant to make you feel like that.”

“We love our band, and Luke does too.” Reggie said. “Please give us another chance.”

Julie took one last look into the window before she nodded. “Okay.”

You all shared sad smiles and you cleared your throat. “Well, then I think we have a gig to rehearse for.”

As you walked back into the studio, you couldn’t stop thinking about your fight with Luke.

How it must’ve felt for him to feel like you weren’t on his side when he was just trying to make his parents proud. You had been so caught up in your feelings of him ignoring you and being late to the dance that you didn’t stop to think about how he was feeling.

“Actually, guys,” You walked over to the couch and shrugged Luke’s old jacket on your shoulders. “Start without me. There’s something I have to do.”

“Oh?” Alex teased. “I wonder what?”

“And if it has anything to do with our birthday boy.” Reggie finished, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Do you guys want to die again?” You said and they both raised their hands in surrender. “I’ll be back soon.”

They just smirked at you knowingly as you felt yourself poof away into your old bedroom.

It was exactly the way you had left it.

Old pictures and countless band posters plastered all over your walls, a messy bed, and clothes everywhere. It was like time had been frozen in here, and as you looked around, it almost felt like you were alive again.

Like at any minute, your mom would walk in and kiss your cheek. Or there would be a soft knock at your window and it would be Luke sneaking over for movie night.

But then reality came crashing back in when you looked over to your dresser and you spotted the thing you had come for.

It was a small, dirty shoebox covered in faded stickers. You were thankful that your mom must’ve recognized it as something important and didn’t throw it away. No doubt she remembered helping you dig it up in 1995, just days before the Orpheum show.

You looked down and smiled at the words carved on the surface of the lid in Luke’s handwriting,

Luke and (Y/n)’s Time Capsule!

Open on 18th birthday :)

You snorted, realizing his writing was exactly the same as when he was six. You wiped the surface of the box off with your sleeve and tucked it under your arm. Technically, you weren’t meant to open this until you were eighteen, but also, you were technically dead, so you figured your six year old self would forgive you.

With one last look at your old bedroom, you poofed away from your house and into the studio’s loft where you quickly tucked the shoebox behind an old guitar case before making your way down the ladder.

Julie’s voice floated through the air and you joined in, taking your spot next to her on the piano bench. She gave you a teasing look and you jokingly glared at her as the song ended and Luke suddenly phased into the chair across from you.

“Julie?” He asked, stunned. “What made you come back?”

“I realized that music is important to all of us.” Julie shrugged. “We’ve already lost so much, we can’t lose this too.”

Luke nodded, a trace of a smile on his face. “Thanks.”

“Oh, and happy birthday, by the way.” She said and Luke smiled as he grabbed his guitar. “Let’s go from the pre-chorus.”

Alex started the countdown.”1...2...3...4!”

You looked over at Luke, expecting him to be looking down at his guitar as he played but his eyes met yours. He winked as he came closer to sing with you, making you laugh. As he stopped in front of the piano, you realized that while it sucked, being a little distant from Luke had it’s advantages.

At least then, you didn’t have to pretend that every little thing he did made your heart skip a beat.

“Knock, knock.” You called out from behind Julie’s bedroom door, pulling Reggie’s arm back from inside the room.

“Come in.” She said and you all walked through the door.

“What are you still doing up here?” Luke asked when he saw her snuggled up in her bed. “We go on in like twenty minutes.”

Julie sighed. “I lied to my dad so I’m stuck in here all night.”

“But we were just at the venue.” Alex said. “It was packed with people and managers. It’s kinda crazy.”

“My aunt is right downstairs.” Julie crossed her arms. “There’s no way I can get past her.”

Luke scoffed as he walked over to the window and pulled it open. “Well, it’s a good thing that you’re not taking the stairs.”

Julie’s jaw dropped, looking at you all with wide eyes. “I can’t sneak out!”

You sat down on the bed across from her. “C’mon, Molina. Live a little.”

Her eyes went back and forth between you and the boys hesitantly but she eventually gave in with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

By the time you all got to the venue, it was even more packed than before.

Every table was full and you could tell by their clothes that they were definitely in the music business. Your attention was pulled to the stage when upbeat music started playing as Carrie started to sing.

You turned to talk to Julie but then there was a bright flash on stage and Alex landed in the middle of the dancers. Julie looked around confused, but you just laughed as he followed Carrie around the stage and copied her moves.

You laughed and cheered for him. “Woo! Go, Alex!”

As the song ended, he posed and bowed before poofing back to your group with a pink tint on his cheeks. “I was just doing that for you guys.”

Reggie snickered. “Uh-huh. You can stop smiling now.”

Julie watched Carrie leave the stage with a conflicted look on her face. “I’m not gonna lie, that was pretty good.”

Flynn nodded. “Yeah, I kinda forgot why I hate her so much.”

As if on cue, Carrie came strutting off stage and laughed as she looked Flynn and Julie over. “Hey, girls. Isn’t past your bedtime?”

“Now I remember.” Flynn said with a stiff smile.

Carrie looked over at Julie. “If you’re looking for Nick, he didn’t come.”

More than ever, you wished someone could see you purely so you could give her the finger. Being a jerk for no reason was bad enough, but taunting Julie about Nick was unfair.

“Actually, that’s not why I’m here.” Julie said as she took a step closer.

On the stage, the accouncer spoke into the mic. “Alright, looks like we have one more act tonight. ‘Julie and The Fat Ones’.”

Carrie and her group laughed and you turned to Luke, dropping your voice to a whisper.

“Okay, I know it’s not the right time. But I totally told you that would happen.” You teased, thinking back to that morning when you filled out the sheet and Luke insisted that his handwriting would be legible enough.

Luke scrunched his nose at you. “Shut up.”

You snorted as Julie walked up to the stage and sat in her spot behind the piano. She put her mic in the holder and took a deep breath. “It’s actually ‘Julie and The Phantoms’.”

When the crowd quieted down, Julie started to play the opening. The gentle piano bored some people and you watched as they turned back to their conversations. But then Julie started to sing and caught everyone’s attention.

“Hearts on fire,

We’re no liars,

So we say what we want to say.

I’m awakened,

No more fakin’

So we push all our fears away,”

You felt yourself getting more excited as it came closer to your cue. You hadn’t played for this many people since you died, and even though you were a little nervous, you were filled with a need to perform again.

“Don’t know if I’ll make it cause I’m falling down under,

Close my eyes and feel my chest beating like thunder,

I wanna fly, come alive,

Watch me shine!”

You all appeared on the stage and if people weren’t paying attention before, they definitely were now. You heard shocked gasps over the music and smiled, grabbing your mic and joining in on the chorus.

“I got a spark in me,

Hands up if you can see,

And you’re a part of me,

Hands up if you’re with me,

Now till eternity,

Hands up if you believe,

Been so long and now

We’re finally free.”

You watched as Luke walked over to Alex’s drum set, playing along with Reggie as you and Julie made it to the front of the stage.

“We’re all bright now,

What a sight now,

Coming out like we’re fireworks,

Marching on proud,

Turn it up loud,

‘Cause now we know what we’re worth,”

Luke settled back behind his spot and smirked, his hair falling in his eyes as he shook his head to the beat. You kept your eyes on him as he played, and Luke winked at you in response. Even though you hadn’t done it in forever, your on-stage flirting game was like muscle memory.

Before you knew it, the bridge came and Luke abandoned his microphone to share yours. You took it off the stand and leaned towards him. Behind you, Julie dropped out and your and Luke’s voices filled the venue.

“I got a spark in me,” You sang and Luke echoed your words.

“And you’re a part of me,

A part of me,

Now till eternity,

Been so long and now we’re finally free!”

Just like every other time you sang with Luke, the air disappeared from your lungs and someone hit the pause button on the world. Luke’s eyes never left yours and your skin tingled under his intense stare. You lightly shoved his chest and winked back at him as he went back to his microphone.

The bright lights flashed as Julie’s high note rang out and the song ended. The crowd instantly erupted in cheers and almost everyone gave a standing ovation as you bowed and phased away, making another wave of gasps and cheers run through the crowd.

You landed next to the coffee bar on the far side of the room and instantly saw Teddy, who was leaning on the edge of the counter with a smirk on his face.

“What, you’re stalking me now?” You joked.

“It was a complete coincidence, Gorgeous.” Teddy came closer and nudged your shoulder. “But a great one. Why didn’t you tell me that you could sing like that?”

“Like you’d believe me If I did.” You said as you laughed, still a little breathless from the performance. You could feel your friend's eyes on your back and you turned around. Alex and Reggie were standing there awkwardly while Luke crossed his arms.

“Ah, the famous bandmates.” Teddy smirked. “You guys were great.”

“Thanks.” Luke smiled stiffly at him before turning to you and gesturing over where Julie was talking to her dad. “Sorry to interrupt, but (Y/n), we should really go check on Julie.”

You tried to ignore the way that he was already wanting to get back to Julie made your heart sink into your shoes but you nodded and turned back to Teddy with an apologetic smile. “Bye, Teddy.”

You turned to leave but Teddy’s hand came up to grip your wrist. “Hey, uh, come to the diner tomorrow. There’s something I want to tell you.”

“Something bad?” You asked and Teddy sighed.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow. I promise.”

“Okay.” Despite the pit of worry in your stomach, for some reason, you trusted Teddy. “See you then.”

After you watched as Julie got steered out the doors by her dad, you phased into her room and waited for them to get back.

You couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. Sure, it was all of your idea to sneak her out, but you definitely encouraged her and now she was in trouble. As you waited, you looked around her room, admiring all the pictures and colors.

There were little paper butterflies hanging from the ceiling and you went to touch one, but then the door swung open and Julie came in.

She yelped but relaxed as soon as she realized it was you.

“I’m sorry.” You said. “I didn’t mean to scare you, or get you in trouble tonight.”

Julie shook her head. “Hey, it was my choice to sneak out. Besides, I’m not in trouble. I mean, I have to focus more on school and stuff but I’m staying in the band.”

“Thank god. I definitely couldn’t go back to a band of all boys.” You joked and Julie laughed before wiggling her eyebrows.

“Speaking of boys, don’t you have one to go give a birthday present to?”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay first.” You said.

“Thank you, (Y/n). But I’m good.” Julie smiled warmly. “Now go get your boy.”

“He’s not my boy.” You protested but Julie just rolled her eyes and threw a pillow through your torso. “Hey!”

Julie laughed as she picked up another pillow. “Get out of here or else I’ll do it again.”

“Okay, okay!” You giggled as you poofed away.

You landed in the middle of the studio and frowned when you realized that it was empty. You assumed that Alex was probably out looking for Willie and Reggie was probably with Ray or Carlos, but Luke was usually hanging around the studio this late.

“Hey.” A voice called out from behind you and you whipped around to find Luke leaning against the railing of the loft.

“Hi.” You cleared your throat. “You okay?”

Luke nodded and gestured to the empty air next to him, and with a flash, you poofed to his side. You could tell that he was still thinking about his parents from the way that his eyes lingered on the studio doors and the guilt you felt earlier returned in full-force. You wanted to say something, do something to make him smile.

“I got you something.” You said, trying to put on a bright smile as you crossed the loft and pulled the box from its hiding spot. “You probably don’t even remember this thing, but we did say we were gonna open it when we turned eighteen.”

Luke knitted his eyebrows in confusion but a look of realization flashed across his face when you handed it to him. Just like you were hoping for, he instantly brightened as he read the carvings on the top of the lid.

“Oh my god...” He said. “I can’t believe you dug this up.”

For some reason, you didn’t want to tell him that you really dug it up twenty five years ago back when you stopped being friends. It seemed almost too sentimental, and after finally getting Luke back, you didn’t want to scare him away again.

“All it took was an hour, and technically some property damage if you count my mom’s rose bushes.”

It wasn’t technically a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either.

Luke threw his head back as he laughed. “Oof, be thankful that you’re already dead or else she would’ve killed you.”

You snorted as you gestured from him to open the box. He carefully pulled the lid off and slid a little closer to you so you could both see inside. There were some random drawings and toys, but what caught your eye was a box of crayons in the corner.

“Wait,” You gasped as you picked them up. “Are these the crayons?”

“The ones that you stole from me on the first day of second grade?” Luke said, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth to keep from laughing. “Yeah.”

“Excuse you, they were mine to begin with.” You reminded him with a raised eyebrow.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Luke smirked.

You cleared your throat as you stepped away from the railing and faced Luke.

“Hey, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for not listening to you about Bobby. I just got so caught in up in memories of how we all used to be and stuff that-”

“(Y/n), hey,” Luke chuckled lightly as he reached over and grabbed your hand, the gesture immediately stopping your ranting. “Don’t be sorry. You were right. I mean, I’ll always be bummed that our old music is gone, but a friend helped me realize that we should focus on the future.”

He gently squeezed your hand and you laughed. “This friend of yours sounds pretty smart.”

Luke hummed. “The smartest.”

You could feel his calloused fingers on the back of your hand and it felt so familiar and warm. For once, the silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward.

“Thank you, (Y/n).” Luke said, his voice barely above a whisper.

You took a deep breath before responding with a soft smile. “Happy birthday, Lu.”

September 1994

“Sweetie, your shift is over.”

Cece said with a raised eyebrow as she watched you pour creamer and sugar packets into cups of coffee.

“I know and I know that I shouldn’t be behind the counter when I’m not working.” You smiled up at her before placing the coffee pot into its holder, practically shaking with excitement. “But I have band news and the boys will be here any second.”

You put lids on the drinks and set them on the counter just as the bell on the door chimed and Alex and Luke strolled in, followed by Bobby and Reggie.

“Okay, what was so important that you had to wake me up and drag me down here?” Alex complained as soon as he saw you.

“It’s barely ten, Al. When did you turn eighty?” You teased as you handed him a paper cup of cocoa. Alex just grumbled at you under his breath as they all sat down in front of you. “I’m sorry for interrupting your beauty sleep, but this couldn’t wait.”

“We’re listening.” Reggie said as he grabbed his coffee.

“Okay, so you remember that guy who saw us play at the beach a little while ago?” You asked and they all nodded. “Well, I called him and it turns out that he owns a club downtown.”

“Wait.” Luke perked up and Bobby leaned forward in his chair. “A club club?”

You nodded. “And he wants us to play there every weekend next month.”

Alex choked on his cocoa. “The whole month?!”

You nodded again and there was a minute of stunned silence as they all exchanged looks. You smirked as you took a sip of your coffee.

“Oh, and also, he knows the owner of the Orpheum. Apparently they used to go to college together or something. And he said that if we impress him next month, that he could maybe pull a few strings.”

There was another moment of silence before Bobby turned to you with a serious look on his face. “(Y/n), I could kiss you right now.”

“Gross.” You scrunched your nose and the rest of the boys laughed.

Luke, who had been bouncing in his seat a minute ago, suddenly looked serious as he jumped up and grabbed Bobby’s shoulder. “C’mon, Casanova. I’m starving.”

Bobby rolled his eyes but followed Luke over to the counter and started scanning the menu. Reggie whistled quietly, making you frown in confusion.

“What?” You asked.

“I think Lukey boy is a little jealous.” Reggie said and Alex hummed in agreement.

“What?” You asked. “He’s definitely not. But even if he was, it’s just Bobby. There’s nothing to be jealous about.”

“That doesn’t matter when you’re in love.” Reggie sang and you cleared your throat.

“I’m gonna give you three seconds, Reginald.” You warned and Reggie scoffed, but then got wide-eyed when you started counting.

“Uh-oh.” Alex snickered and Reggie scrambled to get up from his chair and run across the diner just as you got to three. You caught up with him in seconds and jumped on his back, making him sigh in defeat.

But before you could brag about winning, Reggie suddenly bolted towards Luke and Bobby with you still on his back. The action caused a surprised laugh to bubble out of you making Bobby look at the two of you in confusion.

“What did Reggie do now?” He asked.

“All I said was that (Y/n)’s in lo-” Reggie started but you quickly slapped your hand over his mouth.

“Nothing!” You said quickly.

Once everyone got their food, you all sat down and started scribbling ideas for the setlists. You could hardly focus with all the excitement coursing through your veins. Ever since the day you formed Sunset Curve, you dreamed of playing at the Orpheum with your best friends and you were finally almost there.

You looked across the table and smiled at Luke, knowing that he was thinking the same exact thing from the way he was beaming back at you. You just had to impress one club owner, and you could live out your dreams.

Together.

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littl3one · 3 years

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birthday girl

TW alcohol !! stella x reader - fluff

you were standing in the doorframe, watching the people inside the living room, dancing, drinking, singing and laughing. the date was the 17th august, but it wasn’t gonna be for long, since stella told everyone of her friends, that she was gonna give a party for her birthday. she planned to party through, till it was the 18th august, her actual birthday and the time to hand her gifts, wish her a happy birthday and a pleasant year. stella was your friend, although she happened to be sassy, snappy or mean at times, she always got your back, because she knew the best what it felt like, to be alone. you couldn’t help but sigh, watching bloom and stella dance, you holding a drink in both of your hands.

you could only look at the colored liqueur in your cup, hugging the plastic walls of it’s container. holding the cup to your lips, laying your head into your neck, you were pouring down every last sip of the alcohol, leaving a bitter aftertaste and a bit of dizziness in your body. your feelings for the solarian princess were something, you didn’t try to hide, at least not from yourself. who could blame you, for crushing on that blonde girl, her sharp tounge and the comments, which were deadly funny but at the same time so mean. it never hit you, the comments, i mean. she never talked bad about you, didn’t even dare to laugh about your jokes, even if she hid her laugh, you noticed. it was like, she tried to not be looked at badly by you.

as you let your eyes wander through the heated room, you decided to catch a breath outside. the people in here got closer to another, the tension was high and you weren’t made for this. wandering through the room, with a clear goal in sight, you focused on the door, leading to the big garden, which was also full of people, but it was better than this. you laid your hand on the doorknob, as you opened it completely and you were hit with an icy breeze, hitting you right in the face and cooling you down. you exhaled, as you closed the door behind you, not noticing, the way stella watched your actions and excused herself to bloom, with saying, that she needed some water, although she just wanted to follow you.

you crushed the plastic cup in your hand, throwing it into the next trashcan, then sitting on a bench. even such things looked so gorgeous when you did them, that’s why stella looked over her shoulder and already noticed, how sky companied bloom in her loneliness, so she walked out of the garden door as well. a smile, plastering her pretty face, redness warming up her already rosy cheeks, so she looked at you, walked over. “hi, what ‘chu doin’?” she asked, sitting down next to you. the nervousness inside of her wasn’t even barely noticeable. “me? uh, you know, just sitting, chilling.” you smirked, which made stellas eyes glimmer and a giggle jump out of her.

“i saw you leaving, don’t you like it here?” she asked, her curious persona was really showing off, even though she didn’t like you to see that side of her. she was really harsh on herself, when it was about you. “ah no, that’s not it” you shook your head “i like it here, i’m actually quite pleased, that i got an invitation. i was just hoping.. to be in company of a certain someone.” stella nodded, then thinking “well, who did you come here with?” she asked, and you told her, that you had come to the party with brandon and sky, but both of them headed off into another room, as soon as the party really started. stella was understanding.

“well, if you want to, you can company me and bloom. we were just dancing and laughing much. bloom just talked to sky, so we can also-” she interrupted herself, shaking her head. “yeah, what was it?” you asked and nudged your elbow into her side. you knew, she was gonna say something, that would’ve made your heart at least flutter a bit. “i wanted to say, we could maybe dance together. if you want to, that is.” she said, you noticed her fixed voice, but her eyes were nervous, she looked in every direction but in yours. you smirked, took her hand and jumped onto your feet.

“let’s dance under those stars. it’s almost your birthday, they’re only shining for you.” you said, as you spinned her one time, taking the leading role in your dance for two. the music muffled blasting from inside the house, stella was quite flustered but she nodded, so you two danced. you danced, didn’t even notice how many other party guests got outside as well, watched you two or even started dancing as well. you were only focused on another, laughing, spinning, stepping and just having fun, while dancing in rythm.

“stella, there you are! it’s midnight in ten minutes, are you coming outside?” bloom shouted, as you two took a break to get some drinks. you stood in the kitchen, which was emptier than before, because of your dance session outside. you two had talked and laughed, before bloom interrupted. “ah, coming! yn, are you coming with me? i’d love to have you there.” stella exclaimed, took your hand into hers and squeezed it for a second, before letting go again. your heart was fluttering and you agreed, seeing no reason in declining anyway. it was her birthday party, so why wouldn’t you want to spend her actual birthday with her?

you two went outside again, quickly, you noticed how stella slid through your fingers. she was the highlight of the party, obviously, so why would she only spend her time with you, you asked yourself. even though you were a bit heartbroken, as you saw her dancing with brandon, you just sat down and waited for the time to pass. you didn’t noticed the stares, you got from her, whenever she was slightly faced into your direction. she wanted to be rather with you, than anybody else on the party, heck, the way her heart fluttered so much, as she heard you would be coming too, was unatural, but she never dared to admit it. she rejected her feelings and just now, dancing with brandon, she had noticed how rather she would dance with you, again.

underneath the stars, it was the moment for you and her and nobody else and she knew, this moments was only going to happen ever again if it was with you. “excuse me, for a second.” stella shouted over the trembling bass, the whole floor felt like it would break down any second. brandon nodded and already headed to other girls, stella couldn’t care less. she wanted this moment again, with you. “yn!” she shouted, as you looked up from the phone. your orbs were big, your skin was pale but you still looked so good under the starshine, stella believed. “come on, i want this moment with you.” she said and now she took you by the hand.

you two stood in front of a big, gigantic even, cake glazed with the words “happy birthday stella! you put sun and moon into our sky!” the candles were lit for the birthday wish and people started to countdown. only 10 second were left, until stellas birthday would finally arrive in a new day. you didn’t feel weird, actually you felt like smiling. you looked at the blonde princess, which looked at only you, as the number went down from 8.. to 7.. to 6..

then you took her hand, squeezed it, having her send you a dear smile. she was really in love with you, everyone could see it but you. now she looked at the big cake, that was made for her. as the countdown hit 0, she blew the candles out and jumped, excitedly. everyone was cheering and applauding, congratulating the girl. “congratulations.” you whispered, which she answered with squeezing your hand as well.

“you know, what i wished for?” she asked, as you shook your head. curios, your eyes narrowed into hers as she giggled “i wish for you to go on a date with me.” you smiled and answered with an “oh i sure will.” making stella the happiest birthday girl to ever exist.

#winx #winxclub #winx club #winx x reader #winx ff #winx stella #winx oneshot #winx imagine #winx scenario

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cockneydio · 3 years

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🎄JJBA Secret Santa🎄 ((Fic)) “Close To You”

Happy Boxing Day to the lovely and talented @hanneswrites! This is my first time writing Giomis seriously, and I had to take the opportunity to do a little Hurt/Comfort because hey, but also Getting Together because Hey!

Inspired in part by this amazing gorgeous emotional piece by @/robobesito on Twitter. I haven’t stopped thinking about this all month, and I’ve been trying to craft something even remotely close to what this art makes me feel.

I hope you like it, and the version I’m sure I’m going to rewrite in a month because I’m an obsessive disaster 🤗

TITLE: Close To You

FANDOM: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure (Part 5)

PAIRING: Giorno Giovanna/Guido Mista

RATING: M for heavy themes, but T+ content-wise

WARNINGS: Religion & Church stuff but with a whole lot of poetic license, Christmas, Holidays, post-canon (spoilers), mention of past child abuse

SUMMARY: Giorno Giovanna and Guido Mista have vastly different associations with the last month of the year. December 2001 promises to be the most challenging one of their young lives. But maybe, together, they can get through it.

Close To You

The holidays were going to suck this year.

Guido Mista loved them, usually. The countdown to Christmas started with a party on his birthday, December 3rd. His sisters and their friends would spend all day making sweets and decorating, and in the evening the whole neighborhood would come over with food and presents and tell Mista what a fine man he was becoming and praise the good care he took of his mom and the girls. The rest of the month was a bustle of celebration and activity - building care packages for the needy, taking the nonnas to mass, getting a lira here or there for being such a good boy. That wasn't the point though, he'd remind himself. This is the time for giving, Guido, his father once said. Give of yourself to your neighbor and he will give you thanks. Give of yourself to God and He will give you His blessing.

After his father was gone, Mista tried to live his life with something like that principle in mind. Even when caring for his neighbor yielded him not thanks but a life sentence. Even when his deepest prayers went unanswered. He was saved, eventually, but condemned to the only life a condemned man could lead, at the cost of all of those things he used to love. No more neighbors or family.

How strange it was, then, that that December would be the most special of his life. Not six months out of prison, and there he was surrounded by a ragtag assembly of boys just as screwed up or screwed as him, all raising a glass to his 18th birthday. Mista wouldn't dare call them family, too macho for sentimental shit like that. But all five of them, perched here and there on mismatched furniture in the cold air, forgetting for a second the job that brought them together - it sure as hell felt like home.

Giorno Giovanna never really understood them. Even ten years living in a Catholic country hadn't inured him to the idea of virgin birthdays and supposedly wise men bringing gold and perfume to a baby they didn't know. He figured out quickly that visits to church around this time were mostly for appearances - mom in a demure dress that for once didn't show the skin on her chest, stepfather shaved clean and in his best suit, Giorno in any suit - the façade of a happy family. But Giorno would live the truth after every mass, hours of sermons that seemed like attacks on his stepfather's very character distilled into rage he could take out on Giorno's hide. Not in the face, mother would say. We have pictures in the morning.

Boarding school showed him the more festive side of Christmas. Big pine trees popped up all over campus, and this club or that would claim each one to decorate. It seemed pointless, to Giorno. The trees were dead, chopped down in their prime, needles' green prolonged with a bit of sugar water for a few weeks of merriment, then tossed into the furnace.

Only kids like him, who didn't go home around this time, knew about that last part. The kids who weren't like him returned in January with new things, handheld video games that were always confiscated by the end of the month, casual clothes for dates with friends, their own cell phones. Giorno never got new things.

The holidays were going to suck, this year.

For Giorno, Christmastime carried the weight of expectation. Despite his youth, Don Giovanna was now capo of capos, established as a leader of the people, in his mentor's image. The community would be scandalized, his new and fragile reputation tarnished perhaps forever, if he made even the slightest misstep during this time. He needed to relearn everything he'd blissfully forgotten about Christmas, and pretend to care about it.

For Mista, every passing day in December would hammer home the gulf of loss he'd suffered in such a short span of his young life. His family had disowned him. The makeshift family he'd built from scratch was gone. There was nothing to celebrate, no one to share the joy.

Almost.

It happened by accident, as the best things often do. The sound of butchered Latin caught Mista's ear one evening, and he couldn't help but investigate. After hours, after Giorno grew weary of the sycophants and dismissed everyone for the day, he and the turtle-bound spirit of Jean Pierre Polnareff began the study session: what prayers to say when, how to carry the tune of the most important hymns. Giorno was mostly hopeless, but it was a valiant effort. And a devastatingly funny one, to Guido Mista.

You would ask the French turtle for help before your purebred Roman Catholic gunman?

Criticism in the guise of playful banter, the kind only Mista could speak to the Don and leave with his tongue intact.

I believe I've heard you calling for God a time or two, but I think that's what the Pope would call blasphemy.

That sort of innuendo, just on the near side of flirtation, that had been torturing Mista for months on end.

Giorno acquiesced, and proved to be a better study with devoted company. Stories of Mista's childhood trickled out with each lesson, anecdotes at first, to help ground the arcane ceremonial stuff in something tangible. But they turned into something else before either of them knew it. Prayer books would lie forgotten on the table in favor of mulled wine and talk about what life was like before all this.

When I was your age, Mista would say.

You mean, like, two years ago? Giorno would point out. And the absurdity of their station in life, master and protector of all of Campania's criminal underground, would make them laugh, put things in perspective, if only for a little while.

And it helped Mista forget, a bit, about December 3rd. His birthday came and went this year, much like Giorno's, unnoticed, too much to do and deadlines everywhere. Don Giovanna had engagements daily, showing the magnanimity of Passione's new regime with gifts to orphanages, taking communion in congregations where certain politicians and businessmen needed a wake-up call. And of course, Giorno performed flawlessly. Christmas Day barely even registered amid the flurry of activity; in a way, just like old times.

But there was still something missing. Those stories Mista told only went up to the year 2000. There were old times that weren't so old, traditions that were cut short before they even had a chance to begin, and reminiscing beyond Me and the guys would hang out on the balcony... was too much to ask.

One last holiday, this year. And Giorno was going to make certain it wouldn't suck.

I'd like to thank you for tutoring me, Mista. It was an invitation, not a statement of gratitude, and one Mista knew he couldn't dismiss out of modesty.

Ten o'clock on New Year's Eve, the limousine approached the lakeside cottage he'd been calling home for the last six months. Inside was a warmly dressed Giorno Giovanna, casual but crisp.

I could have walked up to the villa.

Nonsense. You're my guest this evening.

The only words the pair would exchange, for now. Mista, focusing his attention out the window, curious. Giorno, grateful for the opportunity to kill the doubts in his head. As soon as the car made the turn for the shitty part of downtown, Mista got the clue.

Why are we going to my old place? Unless you're taking me for Sam's Spaghetti...

Mista hadn't been to his apartment since he tore through in April, collecting the few personal items that mattered and closing the door on the memories it contained. Giorno had the foresight to keep it, though. Bought the entire building, in fact, mostly to forestall anyone who might like to dig for leftover dirt.

I have a surprise. Usually that would be enough. But- I hope you're ok with it...

The first thing Mista noticed inside was the state of affairs. It looked exactly the same as it did the day he left, as chaotic and messy as ever. He smiled to himself, oddly grateful Giorno didn't take it upon himself to tidy up. Because the next thing he noticed were the signs that Giorno had been here earlier. A candelabra with three white candles glowed in the window. Familiar music played on the ancient record player Mista had regretted not grabbing. And the French doors to the balcony were open, welcoming Mista back to the place where Me and the guys would never congregate again.

But Giorno couldn't have brought him here just to break his heart. A look over his shoulder for explanation revealed a nervous kid who was in too deep to back out now, squeezing the neck of a classical guitar and staring back at Mista with the intensity of the sun.

Mista took up his favorite seat on the balcony, waiting for Giorno to finish setting up whatever was left of the surprise he had in store. The record player stopped, skipped around, then spun that wonderful anticipatory silence before sound. Giorno timed it out, made it to the balcony and picked up the guitar with a moment to spare for a deep breath before strumming along to the delicate piano chords Mista would know anywhere.

Why do birds suddenly appear, every time you are near...

Giorno barely made it through the second verse before the tears started to fall from Mista's face. He forged on, determined to say what was in his heart, but there was no fighting the frog in his own throat. They sat there on the balcony, sobbing silently into the cold December air, finally letting themselves feel all the things they'd been too busy or stubborn or devastated to feel. And then Mista was on his feet, pulling Giorno into his chest like a lifering.

I love you, too.

They held each other as the clock struck midnight, signaling a new year, new times, new love.

#i loved writing this #it came out more or less how i wanted?#altho their relationship is so so so so much more complex i could write volumes #and i will!#jjba secret santa 2020 #jjba-secret-santa-2020 #giorno giovanna #guido mista #giomis #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo fic #fanfiction #calliope writes #secret santa #vento aureo #i'll add ao3 links eventually

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roselen-mylady · 4 years

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In Another Life

Bucky Barnes x reader ° part one

Waiting 88 years to find your soulmate? It was cruel. But it was a cruel fate Bucky would have to face whether he accepted it or not. Bucky was a tortured man all his life and he wasn't even granted the solace of having his soulmate at his side. All he had was the promise of one in another life.

They were separated by two different times.

But the pain in their lives were connected. Y/n had been alone ever since she could remember. All she could depend on was the soulmate that was destined to be at her side. Yet when the snap occured she lost him.

And Bucky never got to meet her.

32332 days, 1 hour, 6 minutes and 23 seconds.

Surely that wasn't right.

"What does it say, Buck?" Steve's voice cut through his confused daze. Bucky held out his right wrist letting Steve observe the outrageously long number of days his poor friend would have to wait. Steve's eyes widened and he took hold of Bucky's arm, trying to see for himself.

Bucky had been too dazed to do the math but the alarming number caused him to fall into despair as he dropped his arm numbly.

It was his 18th birthday and two minutes ago he had been just as excited as most people were during their coming of age. But as he stared at the countdown on his arm, watching as the seconds slowly ticked by, he couldn't help but feel hopeless.

"That's like 80 years." Steve gasped, realizing after the fact that his statement probably wasn't the most helpful. Most people didn't even live to see 80, let alone wait that long for a soulmate. Was it some sick joke? Was he destined to be alone?

Steve couldn't even find words to uplift his friend's spirits, making them fall into an upsetting silence. They sat there for a few minutes before Bucky stood from his chair with a soul crushing expression.

"I think I'm gonna call it a day." He said, unsuccessfully hiding his tearful gaze. Steve stood reluctant to leave but Bucky was insistent. He was never one to be weak in front of others, especially not one he devoted his every waking moment to protecting.

Unsurprisingly, the celebration between the two friends ended and Bucky managed to find himself alone for the rest of his birthday. What was supposed to be a joyous day had quickly soured as he mourned the loss of someone he hadn't even met.

Did he do something wrong?

What made him deserve such a cruel fate?

•••

It took years for Bucky to somewhat accept his countdown and he had developed a habit to cover it up. He was able to almost forget about it even if only for a while before he eventually needed to expose his wrist. It was a horrible feeling knowing he would most likely die before meeting his soulmate. Even with medical advances, the odds were against him.

Steve found that while most days Bucky was alright and things seemed normal, he still had bad days. Steve tried his best to distract Bucky on these days and avoided the subject of soulmates all together even when his own countdown appeared. Of course Bucky had been able to force a smile and express his happiness for his friend but Steve knew it wasn't real.

He wasn't sure when Bucky started to move on but he remembered it was sometime in their mid-twenties. He had been ecstatic upon hearing Bucky so cheerful after so long being depressed. But Bucky's methods weren't the best or healthy for that matter.

Bucky had decided that even though he'd never find his soulmate, it didn't mean he had to be alone so he started to become a lady's man of sorts. Oh, how Steve wished he hadn't.

He couldn't exactly object to his friend's behavior, it was fairly common for men to date the way he had and it wasn't like Bucky was inappropriate in his relationships. Yet rather selfishly, Steve hated the idea. He knew his friend's behavior was only a way of coping with his countdown but part of him still felt that Bucky's countdown meant something. The idea made Steve ashamed but he was a firm believer that fate and soulmates were definite and that Bucky would find her.

Perhaps it was that guilt he felt that kept him from saying anything about it when Bucky appeared with a new girl on his arm each time. Eventually Steve grew used to being the tag along and any opposition he felt faded away.

Once he was used to Bucky's flings he wondered why he didn't try to stick to one girl. He must've cared enough about at least one of them to want to start a real relationship. But he realized first hand why Bucky had made an effort not to get too close.

"He's my soulmate, Bucky!" The girl shouted, throwing down the picture frame she had been holding. Steve flinched at the sound of shattering glass, feeling embarrassed to be caught in the middle of the couple's fight. Inside the frame had been a picture of Bucky and the woman smiling while holding one another. It was horribly ironic as Steve looked to his friend, his heart wrenching at the devastated expression on Bucky's face.

"Soulmates are a lie! It's not fate! It's not destiny! It's some idiotic hoax we all let control our lives!" Bucky yelled back. The girl fumed at his comeback, her face clearly expressing her anger.

Steve couldn't blame either side. People had been raised to believe that their soulmates were tied into their lives forever and whether the relationship was romantic or platonic you could never escape them. He couldn't wait to meet his own soulmate and start a life with her much like the poor girl before him wanted. But Steve knew that Bucky's situation was to blame for his resentfulness not because he actually believed what he said.

Because what no one knew except him and Bucky was that before he got his countdown, Bucky wanted that life too.

But it didn't stop her from grabbing her bag and storming off toward the door. "You're only saying that because you'll never meet yours!" She screamed, hitting him where she knew it would hurt most before slamming the door behind her.

It was agonizing watching his friend let go of the one girl he actually wanted to stay. They were good together, Steve knew that much but the girl had found her soulmate and Bucky was helpless to stop her from throwing everything they had out the window.

Bucky had gotten horribly drunk that night and Steve would forever remember his slurred words as he gave Steve a short and bitter piece of advice.

"Soulmates only cause pain and suffering. Don't ever let yourself fall victim." Bucky choked, bringing the liquor bottle back to his lips before wiping his tear stained cheeks.

Steve wanted to tell him it wasn't his soulmate's fault and not to blame her. It was the girl's own fault for so mercilessly ripping out his heart for another man. Soulmate or not it was heartless and yet Steve couldn't help but feel in a way it had been Bucky's soulmate who was to blame.

For the heartbreak he saw in Bucky's eyes that night weren't for the loss of his girlfriend. They were for the missing soulmate he knew he'd never find to complete him.

•••

Shortly after that night, America entered the second World War and Bucky had enlisted as many men in his country had.

"It's for our country." Bucky had explained rather patriotically and while Steve felt the same for his country, he couldn't help but feel that Bucky had only become involved as another distraction.

Steve tried desperately to follow in his footsteps, his motivation split between his inherited patriotism and dedication to looking out for his friend as Bucky had for him. And after months of trying he got his wish in a more unconventional way, becoming the famous Captain America.

Yet unbeknownst to Steve, tragedy had struck Bucky again overseas and he was captured after an unsuccessful attack in Azzano. Strangely the idea of dying hadn't seemed as terrifying to him as it had the others. Whenever he thought of his soulmate, his death came to his mind along with it and he was almost numb to the thought, as sick as that sounded.

"Stop." Bucky begged, leaning his head against the cold metal bar. His plea had caught the attention of the others in the cell with him and they stared at him, thrown off by the statement.

"What?" One of the men asked. Bucky rolled his head to the side lazily, looking at him. He knew he couldn't be mad at them for making conversation using the one thing they all had in common but he couldn't help it.

"Stop with the soulmate talk." He said gruffly. He turned his head back, staring up at the grated hole above them. The men were silent at first trying to respect their Sergeant's request but one bold soldier found himself unable to leave it alone.

"Would you care to talk about yours?" He questioned. Bucky shot him a short glare at his snide remark. It was a younger soldier, one Bucky had known wasn't one for rules but hadn't had too many problems with before then.

"No." Bucky growled, trying to get the kid to back off. He was much too tired to deal with the arrogant young soldier but he knew the kid wouldn't stop there.

"Why not? She dead or something?" He asked. The other men quickly snapped at him for his insensitivity but Bucky was already on his feet. The soldier watched carefully as Bucky paced over to him, a glint of fear in his eye as Bucky stood before him.

As a leader he wasn't new to asserting authority among the soldiers and whipping some into shape. But in their circumstance he found he didn't have the will to do so, instead letting out a long sigh as the others stared at him.

"No. But I will be." His voice was soft, just barely loud enough for those around him to hear. The soldier said nothing more to him even as Bucky volunteered himself to be taken away, sparing his soldiers even if only for one more day.

The idea of soulmates had left Bucky bitter and he cursed the universe for having dealt him such a bad hand. Soulmates were supposed to give people hope, a reason to carry on in the miserable scheme of things. But he had been deprived of that from the beginning.

He found that he could no longer fight the emptiness that had grown in his heart for years from the absence of his other half. So he warmly welcomed whatever HYDRA had planned.

But rather than torture or death he was met with Steve, yet not the Steve he had left. No this Steve was much bigger and stronger and Bucky already knew he was never going to get used to it. Once escaping, Bucky soon came to learn of the supersoldier serum and how Steve was now America's hero. And it didn't take much convincing on Steve's part to get Bucky to join the Captain's team of men as they sought out and destroyed the HYDRA bases.

Bucky would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy fighting alongside his friends as they took out a significant branch of the German forces. Unlike his soulmate, fighting the good fight gave him a purpose and he was able to finally accept his unfortunate countdown, no longer feeling anger or sadness toward it. He didn't really feel anything towards it.

Or so he had thought.

He allowed himself to share it with the others, something he had only done with Steve. It was rather entertaining listening to their brainstorming and for the first time he laughed about it. It was ironic laughing at his misfortune but he felt entitled to do so.

"What if you meet her in the future?" One of them questioned suddenly. The statement had rattled him so much he hadn't even known which had suggested it.

"What?" Bucky mumbled, stunned. The idea of meeting someone 78 years in the future had never even seemed possible to him and he certainly wouldn't have allowed himself to hope.

"What if you meet her in the future? I mean, if Steve can be a superhuman who's to say time travel isn't in the near future." Dum Dum added.

Bucky fell silent, processing the words carefully. He didn't want to give himself hope in finding her but there was some logic behind his statement. What if fate hadn't meant for him to never meet her? What if it was just going to take a bit longer than most?

And with that small bit of confirmation from his heart, for one blissful second he let his mind imagine her.

He thought of the color of her eyes or the style of her hair. Did she like animals? Did she bite her nails? Was she funny? Did she like the snow? Could she dance? He almost smiled thinking about teaching her to waltz.

Steve watched with anxious eyes as Bucky stared at the ground, his smile slowly fading as he thought more.

Was she out there somewhere believing the same as he did? Did she feel lonely too? Did she think about him? Would she love him?

A part of him felt that she would. Even though he resented the idea of soulmates he knew he loved her more than he felt was rational. It was an indescribable feeling, loving someone you knew nothing about and he would've argued he didn't if he didn't feel so depressed by knowing he'd never meet her. He loved and mourned her all at once and he knew deep down she was the only one who would understand how that felt. He knew she would love him too even if the only thing connecting them was their mutual loss of one another.

"I think we should call it a night." Steve announced, not wanting them to say anything else that might hurt Bucky. They agreed and walked off toward their tents with drunken giggles and taunts. Steve went with Bucky to his tent though it was a silent walk. They sat inside on his cot for a good while before Bucky built the nerve to speak.

"Do you think she loves me?" Bucky questioned suddenly. Steve hesitated before replying, unsure whether to play into getting Bucky's hopes up.

"Yeah. I think she does even if she doesn't know it yet." Steve answered truthfully. He couldn't help but hope for his friend's happiness. Even though it seemed impossible, it didn't stop him from believing that one day Bucky might find his soulmate.

Bucky nodded keeping his eyes on the ground. Steve took that as his cue to leave and he gave Bucky a quiet goodnight before heading off to his own tent.

Bucky fell asleep shortly after that but was abruptly awoken sometime in the early hours in a cold sweat. For the first time in years, he had a dream. It left him shaken to the core and before he could even process it, he had begun to cry.

In his dream, he saw the woman he had believed he'd never meet. By the time he had woken up he could only remember a blur of her but it was enough to give him hope that maybe, just maybe one day in another life he'd finally be able to see her. To hold her close and tell her how long he had been waiting for her.

But even his new found desire to find the woman behind the face couldn't save him from his fate that cold, devastating day.

•••

His time at HYDRA came back in dizzying fragments but he remembered them finding him at the bottom of the frozen canyon, blood trailing from his torn arm. He supposed they thought he was unconscious because they began their procedure right away. He felt every torturous second of having the remainder of his limb removed and replaced with a metal version.

He must've finally slipped from consciousness because when he had come to, he had control of the arm and he instantly used it to choke the man closest to him. They drugged him to get him to stop and reluctantly his grip on the man loosened as his body went numb.

He didn't know how long he had been frozen for or exactly when he was frozen again but he knew every time he came out of cryostatis, someone died. With being the new fist of HYDRA, he assassinated important figures who might oppose them and while most were still foggy to him, he vividly remembered killing Howard Stark and his wife.

During the times he was out of the ice he struggled to remember who he was or what he was doing. He was a soldier and every part of his identity had been scrubbed clean from his mind. But there was one part of him they could never erase and he recalled staring at the countdown every chance he got. He supposed it was the only piece of himself he had to hold onto and though he couldn't remember what the numbers had been the last time he was thawed it still gave him hope that he had a purpose other than to kill.

"How many years are in 23,725 days?" He had questioned someone numbly. The HYDRA scientist closest to him had taken pity on him, answering his question quietly as to avoid getting in trouble.

"About 65 years." They said shortly. He nodded silently, not even noticing as someone stormed into the room making the scientist cower knowing he'd done something he shouldn't have.

However Bucky had been so satisfied with the answer he didn't even fight as they shoved the rubber piece into his mouth and forced him back. Those simple numbers were the reason he was thrown into the blender so often but it didn't stop him from asking whenever he got the chance.

Of course no one answered him, not after what had happened to the last guy but even his simple curiosity was enough for them to tear apart his mind like a discarded puzzle that needed to go back in the box. Even years after being freed of HYDRA he couldn't remember most of the things they had done to him.

It went on like that for decades and sometime during that he stopped asking about his countdown, finally becoming the mindless soldier they desired. Not even the idea of his soulmate could remind him that he was human and he hadn't questioned their cause for a long time. That was until Steve came along.

Reminding Bucky of who he was wasn't an easy process, most attempts ending with him becoming hostile, even feral due to years of brainwashing. But soon the memories became too strong and even frequent brainwashing wasn't able to stop him from remembering parts of his past life. And after his final fight with Steve he realized staying with HYDRA was no longer an option but neither was going with Steve.

So he went underground, trying to protect both himself and everyone around him. It was only a matter of time before Steve found him again, leading to the catastrophic fight between Avengers at that Berlin airport. After the final fight between Steve and Tony he realized the only way to keep Steve and everyone else safe was to go back to cryostasis. Thankfully Wakanda had supplied a way for him to do this, though Steve was naturally reluctant.

"You sure about this?" Steve questioned. Bucky smiled, having never been more sure of anything.

"I can't trust my own mind. So, until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head I think going back under is the best thing...for everybody." He sighed, looking down, guilt washing over him. He had done so many terrible things, most of which he didn't even remember. He couldn't inflict himself on the world again.

"Besides, maybe when I wake up my soulmate will be waiting for me." He offered with a playful shrug. Steve laughed, putting his hand on Bucky's shoulder.

"Yeah, well if she is, chew her out for keeping you waiting for so long." Steve replied. Bucky laughed, shaking his head. He remembered the hate he once felt for soulmates but whether it be his fragile mind or just the fact that the numbers on his wrist were almost normal looking, he no longer felt angry.

Instead he felt something he hadn't felt in a really long time.

He felt optimistic.

"She'll be worth the wait."

•••

He was taken out again once his mind and arm had finally healed enough for him to feel like himself again. Unfortunately his soulmate hadn't been waiting for him when he woke up but he was content with waiting a little longer. And with the help of Shuri he made a life of farming and solitude in Wakanda while he did so.

Much of his time out in the green fields were spent allowing his mind to run wild about her. He had never let himself become excited about his soulmate since it seemed so hopeless before but now his wrist wore a more plausible countdown. Looking forward to it was justified and even expected now that he was so close.

The numbers had decreased drastically in the 73 years his mind had been lost and it now read a fair number of 1825 days. Once showing Shuri the countdown she calculated the exact second he'd meet his fated soulmate but he could only remember it was sometime in October of 2023. While the year sounded like something out of a book he realized he had actually lived to 2018. The impossible thing he had told himself he'd never be able to witness was only 5 years away and he felt euphoric knowing he only had to wait a little bit longer to meet her.

But his happiness didn't last long for the King of Wakanda himself came to Bucky with a new arm. He already knew what T'Challa would ask of him and he sighed, looking down at the black Vibranium arm likely made for him by Shuri.

"Where's the fight?" He questioned, resignation clear in his tone. A part of him had known things were too good and that something would happen to change that but he had naively wished it would happen after finally meeting his soulmate.

But the universe had planned to make him suffer one more time and he was woefully incapable of fighting it this time.

•••

The battle against Thanos's forces had been harder and crazier than any fight he'd been a part of before. He hadn't even grown used to the advanced technology Wakanda contained and yet there he was fighting aliens alongside a talking raccoon. His years of being a soldier of HYDRA came in handy as he held his own against the horrible monsters that invaded the once peaceful land of Wakanda.

And when Thanos had been hit in the chest with the ax that was larger than life, he found he was relieved. In that short moment he decided this would be his last fight and that he would dedicate every moment from that point forward to finding his soulmate once and for all.

He didn't care if he had to spend the remaining years searching the far corners of the world. He would find her.

But he hadn't realized how far things were from over until the snap.

Tragedy struck Bucky one more time that day, only he hadn't been around to witness it. He was the first of many to be taken from the world at the hands of Thanos.

But the countdown continued.

Part two

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that-yandere-life · 5 years

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Soulmate Series: How You Meet (Part Two)

Peter Parker-

One day when you were 16 you noticed that little pen marks appeared on your skin.

It was a bunch of formulas for seemingly a chemistry class.

The next day however they were gone, in the same amount of time that ink stays on the skin.

Googling it feeling a little silly like maybe you just imagined it, you quickly got results for a type of soulmate bond.

Part of you wanted to write a note to them to see if anyone answered but at the same time you were afraid.

It took you years to place ink on your skin, until you were finally ready.

You had just suffered through another boring date, your twenties not quite living up to expectations.

Walking home that night you were approached by a man who held you at knifepoint for your bag.

Suddenly swooping in came Spider-Man saving the day, and potentially your life.

After he walked you home you couldn’t help but smile at the very thought of the encounter.

Before bed you started doodling the logo you had seen on his costume, drawing little hearts around it.

Words started to appear, causing you to realize that you had never given them and indication that you even existed.

Explaining yourself you saw the original mark fade as if they washed it off to continue communicating.

After talking until you both agreed to meet at a local coffee shop in a few hours.

Peter instantly recognized you as you walked in, realizing why you were sketching his Spider now.

How could you not feel lucky upon meeting this cute brown eyed boy with the curls?

Wanda Maximoff-

From the time she turned 16 Wanda always had a red ribbon tied around her wrist.

Finding out from others that it meant she had a soulmate, and one day the other end would lead her to them.

For a long time she ignored it, focusing on getting her revenge for the death of her family.

After the fight with Ultron, and narrowly avoiding the death of her brother she found herself longing to find her match.

One day she was out exploring the city after joining the Avengers, when she felt a tug at her wrist.

Deciding that it was time, she started following the ribbon wondering just how far it would take her.

Somehow it didn’t take long for her to reach you, as you lived nearby.

A few times you had tried to follow the ribbon only to get discouraged when it seemed they were never close enough.

Walking through the park you didn’t really pay attention to what was going on around you, until you saw someone stopped right in front of you.

Looking at them curiously you noticed them hold up their wrist, showing that the ribbon was connected to you.

Gasping you were shocked to say the least, but you couldn’t deny the excitement in your heart at finally finding the one for you.

Pietro Maximoff-

Sometimes when one has a soulmate when you turn 18 you get the first words they will speak to you, etched onto your skin.

Luckily you got one of the sweetest messages possible, and you were always hoping to find the one they belonged to.

Are you an angel?

Years passed with no instance of you being able to find the voice that would ring out with those words.

Working with the Avengers meant that you were constantly meeting people, but none were the one you were searching for.

That is until the battle with Ultron, and you saw the one called Quicksilver block Clint and a child from being harmed.

Unfortunately that meant he would likely die from his injuries, but not on your watch.

Rushing over you used your healing ability, using most of your stored energy to save his life.

“Come on, don’t die on me now!”

Pietro began coughing but breathing on his own again as the bullet wounds started to fade away.

Opening his eyes he gazed upon you, and to him you had an ethereal like glow surrounding you.

“Are you an angel?”

Unable to believe the words that just came out of his mouth you covered your own in shock.

“What you didn’t see that coming?”

Bucky Barnes-

Bucky had been told the story of his mother meeting his father so many times when he was younger.

They had been soulmates, the way they found out was she accidentally spilled hot coffee all over his lap and he was unharmed.

Many years later that information had been wiped from his memory, never thinking about soulmates again until he was in the healing process.

Slowly getting his memories back he recalled the story making him feel nostalgic and more lonely than ever.

Likely if he had a soulmate they would be dead by now, fate had not been kind to him in the least so why would it be now?

That was until you joined the team, and it was his job to train you on hand to hand combat.

Of course you were both nervous, but quickly got into the groove as you began to spar with each other.

Telling him not to go easy on you made him smirk as he was ready to make you eat your words.

That was until you were distracted and he managed to get a hit on your stomach.

You felt the impact but it didn’t hurt, it hardly even knocked the wind out of you.

Bucky was confused on why his hit didn’t land with more force, causing you to be able to punch him square in the jaw.

Stopping his movements he touched the spot you collided with not feeling any pain at all making his eyes go wide.

Having been told stories from your family as well you suddenly understood what they meant.

Both of you stood there in silence trying to process what the hell just happened.

Samuel Wilson-

No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t get out of this mission.

Despite telling Fury and the others that he was about to meet his soulmate, they just didn’t seem to understand.

Pulling back his sleeve he looked at the countdown clock ticking away by the second, any moment and he should be meeting the love of his life.

That was when things went to shit and he couldn’t focus on it any more.

Over the comms he heard Steve yell about how the main target had a civilian with a gun to their head.

Sam was trained for situations just like this so he jumped into action approaching cautiously.

That was when you saw him for the first time, and should it have been under normal circumstances you both would have noticed the timer hit zero.

Carefully he tried to talk the guy into letting you go, but it seemed like they weren’t going to even acknowledge his attempts.

Taking a deep breath he hit a button, sending Redwing out hitting the guy straight in the head incapacitating him instantly.

Luckily he caught you before you hit the ground, unable to move independently because of the shock.

“I guess I did get to sweep you off your feet today after all.”

Gasping you looked at your wrist and then back at him with a soft smile.

Maybe it wasn’t such a bad day after all, think of the story you will be able to tell your kids one day.

T’Challa-

Ever since you were born you had the outline of a handprint on your hip, your parents called it a birthmark.

However as you got older you discovered through research that it was the mark of a soulmate, where they would inevitably touch you for the first time.

Thankfully it was typically hidden by any article of clothing you wore, the amount of questions you would get otherwise would be unreal.

It also led you to wonder where you would touch your soulmate for the first time.

Working as an assistant for Tony Stark you ended up meeting a lot of interesting people, although none grasped you the right way.

That was until you were at a party he was hosting, a sea of people surrounding you for you to get utterly lost in.

Somehow in the commotion you were pushed into someone else, feeling them grasp your hip to steady you as you grabbed their shoulder to steady yourself.

Immediately you felt warmth coming from both places and you instantly realized what had just happened.

He stared at you in disbelief before letting go and bowing gracefully introducing himself in a muddled stream of consciousness.

Of course you couldn’t help but be endeared by this man who you had never officially met until now but who didn’t know who he was?

Never did you expect to be a King’s soulmate, but there he was showing you the now gold handprint on his shoulder.

Carol Danvers-

One day after your 18th birthday you started hearing music playing, sometimes it was singing other times it was the actual song.

For a little bit you thought you might be going crazy, that was when a doctor told you about soulmate connections.

Thankfully your soulmate listened to halfway decent songs, mostly comprised of 80’s and 90’s hits.

You could only imagine the stuff that they heard as you worked in a karaoke bar in the evenings.

Sometimes you had nights with great singers and choices in song, but others were the rejects of American Idol in the flesh it seemed.

Never once did you hear the same thing you were listening to, which meant that you were not in close proximity to them.

Until one day you walked into work humming along to the tune in your head, only to realize that it was playing inside the bar.

Taking a few deep breaths you looked around seeing two women singing and laughing with each other just having fun.

Then you watched as the blonde haired one started searching for something...or someone.

Maybe they could hear that you were nearby, could it be that you were each other’s soulmate?

“Let me go crazy, crazy on you.”

Singing it gently in your ear, knowing for sure that you were what the other had been hunting for, for so long.

Stephen Strange-

It could be said that Stephen never really gave much thought to his soulmate, until he became a Sorcerer.

Having the coordinates on where he was meant to meet them, the first time he traveled there he hoped you would be waiting for him.

For all he knew you had given up on meeting him, since it had been a long time for him to reach the point where he was actively searching for you.

Plus there was always the time period to consider, what if he met you in a time that wasn’t considered his own?

Stopping in various time periods he never seemed to meet anyone there.

Until one day he returned there to try again, and there was someone sitting under a nearby tree watching as he approached.

Noticing him stop in the spot where you were supposed to meet you had to rub your eyes to make sure you had actually seen him.

Having gone there on the same day once a week since you discovered what the numbers meant.

Somehow you just never gone at the same time until now.

Walking over to him you raised your pant leg showing him that you had the coordinates too.

Stephen vowed to himself from that moment on to never let you go again.

Wade Wilson-

For the longest you could remember you went to bed drunk, and woke up with a killer hangover.

However you hadn’t drank a drop of alcohol, it was all your soulmate.

Whoever they were you couldn’t help but pity them despite your obvious frustrations with having to deal with all the consequences but none of the fun.

It was clear that their life wasn’t going the greatest, just by the amount that the drinking had increased.

Unfortunately you overslept one morning due to still being drunk, effectively losing your job.

Not that you cared much, it was just a shitty part time job, but you needed it to live.

So to give your soulmate a taste of their own medicine you walked to the nearest dive bar, not the best of places but you didn’t care anymore.

The next few hours were a blur, until a man in a red suit entered the establishment already swaying.

“Finally it seems my soulmate grew some balls, I can’t even see straight. Well I never see straight if you know what I mean reader.”

Overhearing the part about the soulmate your ears perked up.

“I haven’t drank since last night and I’m shitfaced.”

Of course this mysterious man would likely be your soulmate, nothing normal ever happened to you.

“Well maybe if you wouldn’t drink every fucking night they wouldn’t lose their job, and have to get drunk in the middle of the damn day.”

You growled louder than you meant to catching his attention.

Tilting his head to the side he was processing the information, realizing that you had to be the one connected to him.

“You don’t want me for a soulmate anyway.”He scoffed turning back around.

[Part two! Please let me know if you want me to do another one with the X-Men and other X-Force type characters! <3333 The more feedback I get, the more I do with soulmates! Thank you lovelies! <3]

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kellencclark · 3 years

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Task: Headcanon Countdown

5 Headcanons About: Appearance

Kellen has 40 tattoos. He got his first tattoo– a dreamcatcher on his right hand– shortly after his 18th birthday. In his late teens and early 20′s, he got a new tattoo every time he could afford to. It only got worse after he started working at a tattoo parlor. He often forgets exactly how many tattoos he has, but is reminded whenever he has the impulse to get another one that he doesn’t have much room left on his skin.

Kellen can grow a beard, but prefers to be clean-shaven. His dad has a beard, and he feels like he looks more like his dad when he has facial hair. He already has the same brown hair, brown eyes, and jaw structure as his dad. The less he looks like Kevin Clark, the better, in his opinion.

Kellen is exactly 6′0 tall. His brother, Kieran, who’s 6 years younger than him, is an inch taller than him. Every time Kellen brings up Kieran being young or little, Kieran reminds him of their height difference.

Kellen hates wearing shorts. He isn’t exactly sure why he doesn’t like them, but he rarely wears them and only owns a few pairs. Even in the California heat, he will almost always be found sporting a pair of blue or black jeans. He will also wear a leather jacket for as long as he can throughout the year, until the heat makes it absolutely unbearable.

Kellen got his nose pierced when he was 17 years old. He wanted one starting at age 14, but his parents never allowed him to get one because they didn’t want him to alter his body in any way. Once he was living on his own and got a job, he decided to get the piercing as a way of showing that he was an independent adult who could make his own choices about what to do with his body.

4 Headcanons About: Favorite Things

Kellen’s favorite band is Mayday Parade. He hasn’t been to many concerts, but the Mayday Parade concert he went to with Kieran was by far his favorite (other than La Playa, of course). The concert was on August 3, 2019 in Anaheim, California; this was the last date on the Sad Summer Fest tour in 2019.

Kellen’s favorite tattoos are the tattoo of a wolf pack on his right arm and the tattoo of a rose on his left elbow. The wolf pack is meant to represent him and his siblings and the loyalty they have for each other– or, at least, that they had at the time he got the tattoo. The rose is in honor of his daughter, Kelsie, whose middle name is Rose. The meaning behind these tattoos is what makes them his all-time favorites.

Kellen’s favorite article of clothing is his leather jacket. His late best friend, Sid, gifted him the jacket on his 21st birthday. The jacket is covered in patches of bands he likes, and there is one large patch of the anarchy symbol on the back. He wears it whenever he can, unless the heat is too sweltering. The jacket is apart of his “signature look,” and he would be devastated if anything happened to it.

Kellen’s favorite children’s movie is The Lion King. He watched the movie so often as a kid that he was able to recite the lines by heart for a period of time. One of his favorite parenting moments was showing the movie to Kelsie for the first time. After seeing the movie, Kelsie went through a phase in which every time her dad picked her up, she requested to be held up “Lion King style.”

3 Headcanons About: Music

Kellen first picked up a guitar when he was 11 years old. There were two main motivations to learning guitar: (1) taking lessons after school meant that he could avoid being at home for longer and (2) he hoped that if he could learn his dad’s favorite songs on guitar, the man would love him more. The first song he learned was “Bad Moon Rising” by Creedence Clearwater Revival.

As of July 2021, Kellen has written a total of 8 songs. Most of these were written within the past year. After performing “Bloom Later” at La Playa, he had a burst of musical inspiration. He’s only performed 5 of these songs live. The lyrics of the remaining 3 live in a notebook he keeps in his nightstand. One of the unperformed songs, “Born to be Blonde,” was co-written by Sid.

Kellen never thought he had what it took to be a professional musician until recently. After performing at both La Playa and at the Pride After Party, an increasing number of people have been following him on social media and asking him about his music. The only answer he ever gives them is “I’m not sure yet,” because he genuinely has no game plan. However, he has considered looking into recording his songs somewhere.

2 Headcanons About: Workplace

Kellen went to Catalyst Tattoo & Piercing as a customer before he was hired. During a consultation in 2014, he noticed a help wanted sign on the door, and started talking to the owner about an apprenticeship. Joe, the owner, took one look at Kellen’s drawings and could tell that he had a lot of potential. About two weeks later, Kellen began his apprenticeship, and a year after that, he got his tattooing license.

Kellen’s workspace is decorated with his artwork, as well as pictures of friends, family, and clients. The first thing he ever hung up that wasn’t his own art was a drawing that Kelsie made for him when she was 5; the picture is of the two of them at the Pacific Park Ferris wheel with ice cream cones. Even though it isn’t that great of a drawing, he still has it framed and hung up to this day.

1 Headcanon About: Fears

One of Kellen’s biggest fears is becoming like his father. He tries to be the best father he can be to Kelsie, but he’s always afraid of falling short. He doesn’t want her to cut him out of her life like he did to his dad. However, the fact that he loves and supports her unconditionally makes him five steps ahead of Kevin.

#smrp:task #headcanons

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jackambrosemodeling · 3 years

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5 Headcanons About: Appearance (nsfw cw)

Jack’s hair is brown, but they were blond as a child. Their hair started going darker when they were about 8 or 9. They’ve experimented with hair dye before, but none of the colors lasted very long. They had platinum blond hair for about 6 months in their late 20′s and had green hair for about 2 months at the end of 2020.

Jack started getting tattoos in their early-20′s. They currently have a total of 20 tattoos and don’t plan on stopping any time soon. Shortly before coming out as genderfluid, they got the male and female symbols tattooed on their chest; these are Jack’s favorite tattoos because they represent the masculine and feminine aspects of their identity.

Jack spent a good portion of their early career shaving their face and waxing their body hair, believing that’s what they needed to do in order to be deemed desirable. However, 6 years ago, they decided to let it all grow out and they haven’t turned back since. Jack enjoys having a beard and body hair and won’t let anyone shame them into shaving ever again.

Jack’s clothing choices are masculine for the most part, not because they don’t want to dress femininely, but because it’s hard to find feminine clothes that fit them correctly. Plus, they enjoy having pants with pockets. When they do wear feminine clothing, it’s always something that was custom made for them.

Jack has a birthmark on the tip of their penis. Most people don’t know about this, with the exception of their immediate family, their past sexual and romantic partners, Vivian, and a few close friends. They’re not ashamed of the birthmark, but it doesn’t come up in conversation very often.

4 Headcanons About: Travel

As a child, up until they were 6 years old, Jack traveled to Chicago with their family several times per year in order to spend time with their maternal relatives. These visits ended after their mom had a falling out with the Siciliani family.

Jack has traveled cross-country twice in their life. The first time was when they came to California from North Carolina at age 18. They didn’t have a car at the time, and neither did their ex-boyfriend, so the two traveled by Greyhound bus. The second time was when they took a road trip to Florida and back with their ex-fiancé for their 30th birthday. Jack drove the entire trip because Sage didn’t– and still doesn’t– have a driver’s license.

Jack is on a plane at least once every month or two for work-related reasons. The city they visit the most often is New York. The trip they planned for Vivian’s birthday will be the first trip they’ve taken to New York for leisure in the past decade.

Jack’s favorite place to travel to is Italy. If they had to choose a country other than the U.S. to live, Italy would be their first choice. However, they aren’t fluent in Italian, so they would have to brush up on their skills before anything else.

3 Headcanons About: Home Life (alcohol tw, religion tw, homophobia tw, homelessness tw)

In the beginning, Jack’s parents, Sofia and Tony, were madly in love with each other. After they moved to Wilmington, North Carolina so Tony could help his brother with the family business, things started to fall apart. Tony began drinking more, and he and Sofia began arguing nearly every day. Both of them started cheating on one another when Jack was 3, and to this day, there are still questions as to whether their younger brother, Nick, is Tony’s son.

When Jack was 6, their mother converted from Catholicism to Seventh Day Adventism. After her conversion, she started bringing Jack and their siblings to church every Saturday; their father didn’t like this church or Adventism, but he didn’t get much of a say in the matter. Jack grew up in fear of going to hell, which made it extremely difficult to accept their queer identity. To this day, they still have a complicated relationship with religion and a bucket-load of trauma they’ve yet to unpack.

Jack came out to their parents as gay a week after their 18th birthday. Their parents freaked out and gave them an ultimatum: go to conversion therapy or get out of their house. Jack opted to leave and was on a bus out of the state the next day. Their boyfriend at the time went with them, and the two ended up on the streets of Los Angeles together.

2 Headcanons About: Work

Jack didn’t intend on becoming a model. The reason they stumbled into modeling in the first place was because when they were 20, they drove a coworker to an audition. The agents asked Jack if they were there for the audition, and when they said no, the immediate follow-up question was, “Do you want to be?” Jack stayed in their restaurant job for another two years before quitting and pursuing modeling full-time.

In addition to modeling, Jack also does volunteer work whenever they have the time to. They’ve worked with multiple LGBTQ+ organizations and homeless shelters in the L.A. area. As someone who faced homelessness as a youth, Jack feels that it’s important to give back to those in need now that they have wealth.

1 Headcanon About: Pet Peeves

As someone who travels a lot, Jack’s biggest pet peeve is when airplane passengers start clapping when the plane lands. It serves no function other than to be annoying. Whenever someone does this, Jack wants to yell at the person, but they haven’t done this yet.

#smrp:task #headcanons #alcohol tw #religion tw #homophobia tw #homelessness tw

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kinqjaehyxn · 4 years

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Countdown

— nakamoto yuta

genre: angst

warning(s): death

word count: 1,525

a/n: omg its been FOREVER since i last posted and im so sorry!! i had a lot other things going on which is why i couldn’t post but now that im quarantined i have more time to write so please stay tuned i hope everyone is staying safe!! also this one was inspiried by a tiktok i saw and it made me cry so enjoy!!

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3 years left

"Ready babe?" Yuta asks, smiling before squeezing his eyes shut.

You lived in a world where your 18th birthday determines how many years left you had. Once midnight strikes, the numbers would engrave onto your wrist like a tattoo yet painless. It would only be visible to you and no one else. Yuta’s birthday had passed first and he refused to let you know until you got your number.

You nodded excitedly before you shut your eyes as well. The two of you counted down in unison until the clock struck midnight. He opened his eyes and watched as you opened yours, eyes drifting to look at the little number that lay on your wrist. "What did you get, love?" He asked gently.

You looked up at him and smiled, "I got 68!"

He kissed your forehead before pulling you into a hug. "Me too babe."

Your grip on him tightened as you whispered a sweet 'I love you' into his chest. Yuta hugged tighter as he caught a glimpse on his wrist. "I love you too." He lets out, eyes concentrated at the little 3 that engraved onto his skin.

2 years and 6 months left

Yuta sat across the table from you, absorbed into the textbook. "Babe?" You called out quietly.

His eyes moved up to look at you, sitting there with your face rested on your arms. Your eyes were puppy like, something that he always loved about you. "When we graduate uni, can we move to Paris?" You asked.

His eyes curved into crescent moons, smiling wide as he ruffled your hair. "Of course babe."

Your eyes lit up at his answer. "Really?"

"Anything you'd like." He replies, amused with your wishes.

You scoot closer to him, "In that case, we can live close to the Eiffel Tower!" Your voice got louder and excitement grew.

He hushed you as he chuckled, reminding you that you guys were in the school library. "Of course we can, but first let's ace this exam alright?" He asks and you nod.

Yuta kisses your cheek softly before helping you out with studying.

2 years and 3 months left

Yuta was on his way to the bus stop to school; the sun was shining and his music was blasting through his earphones. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the cool breeze in the air. His eyes suddenly shot open when he felt a strong impact on his back. Yuta turned off his music and turned to face the cause of the sudden movement. He found you hugging him tight with a bright smile plastered on your face. "Can I help you?" He chuckled at the sight.

"I got in! I got in babe!" You shouted in excitement. "I got into Tohoku University!"

Yuta turned and picked you up, spinning you around in the process. "That's my girl!" He exclaims, putting you back down on your feet. "I got in too."

If it was possible, he saw your smile grow bigger. "That's amazing!! I'm so proud of us!" Yuta’s heart melted at your words. "We're one step closer to moving to Paris."

"Let's ditch today, to celebrate of course!" He suggested.

Your head tilts in confusion. "Really? We just got accepted babe, we should keep our grades up at least." You laughed.

"I know, but one day won't hurt right?" He raised his brows at you.

You rolled your eyes playfully and smacked his arm, "Fine, take me away~"

1 year and 9 months left

It was late at night, his phone was burning hot from being on facetime for too long with you. He couldn't care less though, he loved listening to your crazy stories from your recent vacation. "And then he picked it up and—babe are you even listening?" You asked mid story.

He smiled and adjusted himself on his bed, his hand holding his head up. "Of course I am, I'm just admiring your beauty."

Yuta laughed when he saw your cheeks turn a bright red. "You're so cheesy it's gross." You muttered, hiding your blushing face.

"You know you love it."

There was a moment of silence as the two of you stared into the screen. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you Yuta." You say lovingly.

It was now Yuta’s turn to blush a bright red. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you too, love." He murmurs.

"I love you." You mumble.

He notices your sleepy tone. "I love you too baby. Get some sleep now, you sound tired."

"Okay, goodnight babe."

1 year and 3 months left

"I hate you so much!" You sob into his chest.

Yuta holds you tight, holding the laughter that was begging to come out. "I'm sorry babe, I didn't think you'd react like this."

Yuta had somehow convinced you to watch a horror movie with him. You were hesitant at first, but in the end, you agreed. It wasn't too bad until the scary scenes began to show. You got so spooked you started crying, hiding your face in Yuta’s chest.

"Stop laughing it's not funny!" You hit his chest, causing him to burst out laughing.

"Okay, okay I'm sorry love, we can turn it off if you want." He suggests, trying to contain his laughter.

Lifting your head up from his chest, you wipe your tears and sit back down beside him. "No it's okay," You whimper. "I wanna know how this ends."

He laughed harder, earning another smack from you. "Sorry babe, you're just so cute!" He pinches your cheek.

"Shut up." You glare at him.

Yuta pulls you closer to him, "Don't worry, I'll shield you if you get scared again."

8 months left

You tried your best to conceal the tears that were threatening to leave your eyes. Naturally, Yuta had caught on after listening to you sniffle a thousand times over facetime. "Are you okay baby?" He asks, concern filling his voice.

"I-I'm fine." You weep.

"Y/N," He starts.

"Okay I lied, I'm not fine." You began to let the tears fall. "It's just, I'm so stressed, university is really kicking my ass right now." You continued to cry.

Yuta felt helpless just sitting in front of the screen. He wanted to hold you tight and calm you down. His heart heart seeing you cry. "I know it's hard baby," He says, worry evident in his voice. "How about this, I pick you up in 10 and I take you out on a night drive to make you feel better?"

You smiled at your boyfriend and wiped your tears away. "Yes please." You tried to calm yourself.

He smiled into the camera and stood up, grabbing his keys and his jacket. "Perfect, I'll see you soon babe!"

1 month left

Yuta had taken you to a park at midnight. It was peaceful; it was quiet and the only noise was the sound of your laughter. The two of you were on your back, looking up at the night sky and stargazing.

As his eyes wandered the starry night, his mind began to wander as well. He wondered if you'd be mad at him for lying to you 3 years ago on your birthday. He wondered how you would cope after he died a month from now. Yuta felt his heart slowly breaking with each passing hour as his death day awaits him.

"You know I love you a lot right?" Your comforting voice said, interrupting his thoughts.

He turned over sideways to look at you. "Of course I do." He said, caressing your cheek.

"No like a lot." You shifted so that you were facing him too. "I love you so much Yuta, more than I can even explain."

Yuta pulled you close and gave you a passionate, loving kiss. "I love you too Y/N, more than you could imagine."

1 day left

It was past noon and he woke up late. He had the entire day planned to spend his last day with you but he woke up late. He got up faster than ever and began to get ready to surprise you. As he was about to leave the door, the personalized ringtone set for you rang in his pocket.

"Hey babe—"

"Yuta?" He was confused as to why he didn't hear your voice on the other line. Instead, he heard your mom.

"Oh, uh hi Mrs. Y/L/N." He says.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N passed in her sleep." She replies, weakly.

Yuta’s world stopped, "S-sorry?" He stammers, unable to register what he just heard.

"She never told you? She's had cancer for the last 3 years, I'm sorry Yuta."

He managed to thank your mother for letting him know before hanging up. He felt his eyes water, a tear escaping his left eye as he sat down on the cold floor. He held onto his phone and he opened it; his lock screen was set to a picture of you. Yuta held his phone tightly to his chest, the tears slowly falling as he smiled,

"See you soon."

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BTS365 Prompt.Week25

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Kim Seokjin - panic @absoluteyoongit (I am so sorry I didn’t get to post it on your birthday, but still Happy Birthday my love)

You were at the BTS concert. It took all your savings, a countdown timer and quick refresh skills and you had scored mosh pit tickets. The concert was amazing. The fans were shrieking, pressing you to the gates and you were a little annoying. Until you were actually elbowed in the face by a fan during Dionysus.

You fell forward over the gate and was grabbed by security, passing out with an apology.

You woke to ice to your neck, you were sat hunched forward, hands holding your shoulders and chin.

You blinked sitting up noticing the two medics were holding a bloody rag to your nose and you apologized taking the cloth and holding it.

"How are you feeling?" The woman asked.

"Uh my head hurts, some girl elbowed me during Dionysus, but I guess you couldn't blame her it's a really good song," it was awfully quiet and you had a nervous sick feeling, "what time is it, am I okay? I don't want to miss the concert"

"It is over," she said and you frowned.

"No it can't be over, I paid so much and I didn't get to even see them perform their new songs"

"I am sorry, but the concert is over, you can head home if you are ready just follow the exit signs," she said quietly you nodded holding your emotions in.

You grabbed your small bag and stepped out the infirmary, tears starting to flow. Following the exit signs the further away you got the more you broke down.

Until you bumped into someone re-injuring your nose and fell back onto your behind, openly crying as you sat like a child, shirt all bloody and nose bleeding once more.

"Oh I'm so sorry" the voice said, it was soft and unsure, "I didn't mean to hurt you?"

A figure crouched in front of you and tilted your head a little to look you over, "Are you badly hurt?"

"I missed the concert," you sobbed and wiped your eyes, “I used all my money for the best seat in the house but I was knocked out. I didn't get to see any of their new songs.”

"Hey shh, neoneun neui jigu, nege nan just a moon, me mameul baikyeojuneun neoui jageun byeol, neoneun naui jigu and all I see is you," he sang and you looked up to see the Kim Seokjin kneeling in front of you holding his handkerchief to your nose and smiling.

The only appropriate response was for panic to set in.

Min Yoongi - picnic

You were planning to have a picnic with your boyfriend of many years when he called and said he wasn’t able to attend but everything sounded suspicious especially the woman giggling in the background. So here you sat in the parking lot of a hotel with a picnic basket full of homemade snacks

You entered the lobby and made the trek to the front desk. The young man at the front desk looked up and laughed at your light sky blue sundress, mismatched red coat and picnic basket. “Hello, little red riding hood, how can I help you?”

“I am looking for my boyfriend,” you said seriously, giving him the name and his face fell looking at your concerned face. “Are you sure he is at this hotel, maybe I spelt his name wrong.”

“The idiot used my credit card, I know he is here with another woman. You will give me the key to the room I paid for.”

“With pleasure little red, I will come with you purely for your protection.” He grabbed the keys and sprung over the desk shouting “I am on lunch, Mister Seokjin!”

The two of you took the elevator up to the fourteenth floor, where he asked you about you and your partner. He asked you all sorts of questions and generally being nosey but he was funny.

“Who rents a room at midday to cheat on someone, psychopaths, I am glad you found out now before you got murdered or something.” Making you laugh and taking your mind off the present issues regarding your cheating and lying boyfriend.

“Listen little red, I finish work in less than thirty minutes. Let’s go on this picnic” He gave a cheeky smile showing all his pink gums. And for a moment you were happy with what had happened.

Jung Hoseok - sauntering

Hoseok was walking leisurely through Malta trying to find some souvenirs for the other boys. It was a hot day and he had lost Namjoon in a crowd, the music pulled Hoseok and when he looked back he was alone with only one cameraman. That’s when he saw you working at a restaurant, weaving through tables while dancing to the street music.

You moved so elegantly rolling your head to the side while placing plates down at the tables. You didn’t walk, you glided slowly captivating him, every movement was so simple and yet looked like you were an angel floating and inch above the ground.

In a way he was right, your six-inch heels kept you lighter than air on your feet and yet never let you touch the ground. Your hips swinging in figure eights exaggeratedly and seductively but it was your natural gait.

He adjusted his collar and hat and went to saunter over letting his body move to the music in hopes to impress you like some nature documentary where the male species must impress the female with their moves.

Kim Namjoon - juggling

The circus seemed like a fun idea, he thought the other members would enjoy the stunts and jokes and more. They were only in town for a week so he knew he had to get it over and done with before they missed out. It was a carefree night filled with ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ but then she appeared in a sparkly crimson leotard her lips as red as her outfit and she moved with grace to the music.

Lowered from the ceiling she unravelled herself like a present and he watched her move the lights hitting her figure just right casting a silhouette onto the back of the tent, she rolled her hips and danced on pointed to kicking her legs and she began juggling three became four became five, six, seven and she spun and danced never dropping a single one.

She started juggling both hands above her head and she slid into the splits and caught all the balls raising both hands into the air. He would be back.

Park Jimin - Daylight (this will become a story but the details of the scene and how the reader finds the elevator might be different)

You were being chased by a young woman trying to take your bag, you took a wrong turn in a shopping mall’s parking lot followed by at least four more until you reached an old abandoned floor below the basement you could hear her coming and you looked around finding a door with a faint glowing keypad, you pressed each number four times.

1,1,1,1. No.

2,2,2,2. No.

3,3,3,3. No.

4,4,4,4. Beep. Yes, the reset sequence works on most old pin code machines. You snuck inside and it locked behind you.

Inside the room was kind of dark, you saw small glowing arrows one pointing up the other down, pressing the down arrow the doors opened and light poured in.

It was an elevator and it looked like it was in good condition, stepping inside you pressed the button and headed down. What you saw shocked you; it was like an artificial world. It seemed to go on for a fairway, you could just see walls in the distance but there were lights that created an artificial daylight.

The roof had screens showing a fake sky, there must have been UV lights as the trees and vegetation were growing well. Then of course there was the elevator shaft you were in, the further you went down the more you saw, animals and buildings and people.

They turned to you watching the elevator come to a stop each holding weapons, it was then you noticed how big this underground ecosystem was and on top of that, the people were all handsome young men.

They all looked scared of you except one. Jimin looked at you curiously. He had never seen anything like you before, what were you, you looked like him and yet different?

Kim Taehyung - ring

Taehyung’s ears were damaged and he barely had any hearing left all except for the constant ringing. He decided to just use sign language and live his life that is until he met you. You were like a breath of fresh air and you could sign a small hearing aid in your ear brightly colored for your own enjoyment and for others to notice.

Jeon Jungkook - writer

Jungkook took his monthly wage and ran through the town, he passed a man with a long scar down his face which vaguely reminded him of the king. His thoughts were interrupted by a bearded man hitting him over the head with his fishing pole and Jungkook grabbed him by the collar and punched him.

The scuffle didn’t take long, as both parties had yielded blaming the man with the scar. Jungkook continued on his way and finally arrived at the postal service.

“Any letters for me Jimin?”

“None today,” he smiled, “you here to send another?”

“Only the best for my pretty flower.”

“What would you like it to say?”

“My dearest…” Jungkook poured his heart out and Jimin wrote it for him. And the letter was sealed and Jimin grinned, taking the small silver coin and handing back a few even bronze ones.

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queenkrissy11-fandomaccount · 5 years

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Not Your Type

Steve Rogers x Reader Prompt- Soulmate au with “I should have expected this. I never was your type.”

Requested by @me-mah-hah

Warnings- Swearing, angst, questioning self worth

The timer on your wrist started out with years, and not just a couple. You knew you wouldn’t meet him until well into your adult life. You felt fate was having a kick out of it. Out of making you go through so much of your life without your perfect match.

On your 18th birthday, you walked into a tattoo shop and flipped through a portfolio. You settled on half a heart and put it right below the ticking timer. You planned to have it finished once you met him.

It didn’t stop there. After the first one, you fell in love with the ink against your skin. Each time you felt cheated by time and the universe. You walked into a shop. The cruel ticking lead to a broken pocket watch after. Then an infinity sign and then countless other symbols that represented the wait until you were practically covered in tattoos. After the first eleven or so you took such an interest in the ink you opened your own shop.

Steve on the other hand had a much crueler fate. He was born with over a century of time ticking off on his wrist. He figured it must be a mistake. There was no way he’d go almost all his life without his perfect match. He refused to accept that and watched for anyone who caught his eye. He took a handful of girls out before he went to war but the war is what brought Peggy into his life.

He met her and no longer cared about what was on his wrist. It must have been wrong because Peggy was it for him. She was the one. He spent any moment together trying to win her over.

She consumed his every thought until he went down into the ice. While everything else stopped down there, the count down on his wrist never halted.

When he woke up that was the first thing he noticed. Suddenly seventy years had been taken off his time. Only a couple months were remaining. Then a few weeks and finally days.

Steve rubbed his thumb over the timer. All that was left was a matter of minutes. He was so mesmerized at the fact she was actually out there. It wasn’t a fluke. It was fate.

He was so distracted he wasn’t watching where he was walking. That’s how he ended up walking right into a motorcycle parked along the sidewalk. It crashed to the ground and he dropped his wrist to pick it up and try to set it right.

The ring of a bell signaled a door opening behind him, “What are you doing with my bike?”

Steve turned around a spotted a girl. Her arms were covered in ink, she had piercings all up her ears, and her hair had streaks of passion purple throughout it.

It wasn’t the girl so much that concerned him as the fact that a chime came from both his wrist and the girls. He looks down and sees the countdown was over.

She glanced down at her wrist and when she looked back up she had a glowing smile on her lips.

Steve swallowed, “You’re, you’re not what I expected.”

The girl seemed taken aback.

He sighs, “Let me take you to lunch and we can talk this over.” She nodded and walked back into the tattoo shop behind her, grabbing her purse and flipping the sign to closed.

Steve swallowed his initial surprise and tried to get to know the girl. She was nice and sweet. He enjoyed her presence. Eventually he opened up about Peggy and Y/N was quiet through the discussion. It didn’t matter how well they fit together. She wasn’t what he pictured when he thought of his soulmate and it made him return to old habits. Assuming his soulmate was a fluke, he kept his eyes open.

You enjoyed every moment you had with Steve. He was your soulmate. He made you feel complete. The shop wasn’t open yet but you came in extra early to do something you’ve been waiting to do for so long, finish the heart on your wrist. You touched up the other half while you were at it and then wrapped it up and left for coffee. You had a usual at the coffee shop on the corner by now and it was ready for you when you walk in the door. You return the smile from the barista, pay, and drop a twenty in the tip jar. Your smile is wiped off your face when you turn around and see Steve in the corner. He’s sitting across from a beautiful blonde. Their hands were in each other’s on the table as the chatted over scones. You collected yourself and stormed passed them and right out the door.

You were cursing yourself as you headed for the shop. How could you be so stupid?

“Y/N! Wait!” Steve’s voice stopped you.

You take a deep breath, “What?”

“It’s, it’s not what you think,” He tries.

You turn around, “Not what I think? You didn’t leave much room for misinterpretation. Who is she?” You lost your fierce edge, now you just looked defeated.

He sighs, “Sharon Carter.”

“Carter. Of course. I should have expected this. I never was your type.” You turn and this time don’t stop until you’re in the safety of your shop.

You dial up one of the artists that work for you, “Peter? Would you mind coming in a bit early? I want some new ink.”

An hour later you were standing in front of a mirror with your shirt up to reveal your ribs.

“What do you think?” Peter asks with a huge smile on his lips.

“I love it!” It was a delicate looking daisy with petals falling down, only one left on the actual flower with the words, “He loves me, he loves me not.” It came together beautifully and accompanied the rest of your ink perfectly.

You went through the day, focusing on your clients.

At midnight, when you were closing up, your mind finally had a chance to wander. What was so wrong with you that not even your soulmate wants you? Were you really that unlovable? Your eyes were welling with tears as you wiped down the front desk. A knock on the door stops you.

“We’re closed,” You turn around and recognize the figure outside.

Steve stands behind the glass door with a bag of take out, “Can I come in?”

You watch him for a moment before dropping the rag and unlocking the door, “What do you want?”

“We need to talk,” You roll your eyes at the cliche line but take a seat, “Not like that. I need to explain myself. What you saw today, shouldn’t have happened. Yes, Sharon is what I imagined my soulmate would be like, but the thing is, she isn’t my soulmate. Regardless of what I thought I’d get, you are what I got. I was surprised at first. You aren’t at all what I expected but that’s not a bad thing. The feelings I have around Sharon, or hell, even when I was around Peggy, are nothing in comparison to how you make me feel. I came out of the ice and everything around me was foreign. Being around you feels like I’ve found my home.”

You sigh, “But?”

He shakes his head, “But nothing. It took me longer than it should have but I’ve realized what I want and it’s you. You’re my soulmate and I’ve spent a century waiting to find you. I don’t want to waste another minute without you.”

You stare at him, unable to find words.

“And I brought burgers as a peace offering,” He holds up the paper bag.

You smile, “Now you’re speaking my language.”

#steve rogers x readre #steve rogers soulmate au #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers au #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers angst #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers request

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The fact that Moby can’t seem to see there’s anything wrong with a 33-year-old getting involved with a teenager says a lot about the extent to which the sexualization of young girls is normalized in society. Indeed, Portman has been vocal about the “sexual terrorism” she experienced as a young actor. In a speech at the Women’s March last year she noted that “A countdown was started on my local radio show to my 18th birthday – euphemistically the date that I would be legal to sleep with.” She also recollected how “movie reviewers talked about my budding breasts in reviews. I understood very quickly, even as a 13-year-old, that if I were to express myself sexually I would feel unsafe and that men would feel entitled to discuss and objectify my body to my great discomfort.”

Moby’s reaction to Portman’s refutations is also a masterclass in nice-guy misogyny. After all, Moby doesn’t present as a scary predator. He looks non-threatening; he’s a vegan; he’s politically progressive; he’s called out artists like Eminem for being misogynistic. But while Moby might not spout obviously misogynistic lyrics, he’s obviously no feminist. He dismisses Portman’s version of events, for example, as a “gossip piece.” Clearly you can’t take a woman’s recollections seriously, it’s just brainless gossip!

In his memoir Moby also frames his first interaction with Portman in a way which is designed to make her, a teenager, seem predatory. Recounting their first encounter, he writes: “I was a bald binge drinker and Natalie Portman was a beautiful movie star. But here she was in my dressing room, flirting with me. I was 33 and she was 20 but this was her world.” Poor little man-child, you’re supposed to think. He was entrapped by a young vixen. She may have been significantly younger, but she had all the power. It was Moby who taken advantage of! He was just trying to save animals and help stop humans from destroying the only home we have, and then Natalie Portman seduced him. Shame on her, you’re supposed to think. Shame on her.

#victim blaming #misogyny #nice guys #Moby #Portman

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Tribe News - 4 October 1999

THE TRIBE AND TIME OFF On the weekend, Sarah Major (PATSY) and Jaimee Kaire-Gataulu (CLOE) flew to visit their families. Victoria Spence (SALENE) enjoyed a visit from her parents who flew to the Cloud 9 production centre and stayed the weekend nearby. The other members of cast relaxed over the weekend and enjoyed a concert with Alanis Morisette, who is on a round the world tour and stopped off in Wellington. The Tribe partied until the late hours at a nightclub with their chaperone and houseparent teams on Saturday evening. On Sunday, there was yet another party - to celebrate the 18th birthday of Daniel James (ZOOT) - so Happy Birthday wishes to Daniel, who thanks everybody for the birthday wishes he received from fans - and he will try to reply to as many as possible - in the meantime, he would like to thank you all again! For fans of Bob the dog - he has been staying with the Executive Producer and his family, who report that Bob was stopped and recognised several times on the weekend during his walks and exercise and it seems that the Tribe is fast becoming a huge success and landmark series, attracing more and more fans.

AMERICA Fans of the website - and especially Tribe Talk - will soon be able to chat with Tribe fans in America! The Tribe has been acquired by Encore, and we will post details of transmission, which is scheduled for later this year.

OTHER COUNTRIES We will also post details of other countries who will be transmitting The Tribe, from Israel to Holland to Vietnam to Poland and negotiations will be concluded this week at the MIPCOM television festival in Cannes in France for a range of other countries who have expressed an interest to acquire The Tribe, and so overall the world really is going Tribal!!.

FOR VIEWERS IN THE UK We have been authorised to reveal that Tribe Series 2 will be transmitted in mid-November this year - which means fans in Britain will only have to wait a couple of weeks between the end of Series One and the beginning of Series 2. The series has almost tripled its ratings in the UK and Channel 5 are very pleased with the result, so much so, that by popular demand they have decided to bring the series transmission forward from January 2000 to November 1999!

BACKSTORY We have been authorised to reveal that the response to the Latest News of last week (week 8 of series 2 from Monday September 27th) was overwhelming - especially the information about the back-story when your favourite characters attended school and the series examines life prior to the demise of adults and the arrival of the mysterious virus. Fans will be interested to know that further back-story episodes are being planned in series 2 and that Zoot will feature, so that all the storylines are fully understood via this unique and exciting - periodic - prequel. We have been inundated with requests for more information on The Guardian and The Chosen Tribe, but are unable to reveal more details at this time. We have, however, been authorised to reveal that The Chosen are inspired by the word of Zoot and that the Guardian was a friend of his at school (fans will certainly enjoy the episode where Martin evolves into the persona of Zoot, which is witnessed by Jaffa, who in series 2 adopts the persona of The Guardian to carry out the vision of his close friend, Zoot).

MIPCOM PROMO As the millennium approaches, the Executive of Cloud 9 have agreed to conduct a specialty quiz whereby the first three lucky winners to answer the question will receive a copy of the promotional reel which is being shown at the MIPCOM television festival in Cannes - and is a real collectors` item and limited edition in the truest sense. QUESTION: Where will the first light of the Millennium fall on planet Earth on January 1st 2000? A clue... This is within New Zealand and its territories. Please check the website for further details because there is an exciting link to this question which will be revealed in due course and which very much features The Tribe in millennium celebrations which will be broadcast throughout the world.

EBONY (MERYL CASSIE) LIVE AND EXCLUSIVE! Ebony is coming to get ya! Meryl Cassie will be the next member of cast to appear live and exclusive for fans on the Bulletin Board. So start posting your questions now! Meryl is willing to answer any information you require from details of her fashion and make-up to her relationships with other cast members, to what is it like starring in The Tribe - and leading the Locos. The production team are still working out production schedules but we thought you would wish to know in advance that Meryl will be appearing. Please check the Cloud 9 section on the Forum Index of the Bulletin Board for announcements when Meryl will be appearing. Details should be posted within 24/48 hours.

THE COUNTDOWN IS UNDER WAY... Finally. The arrival of the new Tribeworld website is imminent. The countdown is on. When you visit Tribeworld.com in the very near future, we know you will be presently surprised to find yourself in the midst of the new website, which will house all kinds of exciting information on The Tribe. Thank you for your patience. Keep the dream alive...

#The Tribe #Victoria Spence #Daniel James #Sarah Major #Alanis Morisette #Meryl Cassie #Jaimee Kaire-Gataulu #News Archive 1999 #The Tribe News #Bob #MIPCOM

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