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littlesniggy · 3 years

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Princess Part One

@pure-kirarin: Hii! I loved your works, especially the smoker & Akainu ones. I was wondering if I could get smth for my Eustass boy where reader is a princess that is a fan of pirates since she was a child. She loves reading about Kid pirates in the newspapers and somehow is very intrigued. One day she hears that Kid pirates came to her island so she escapes undercover to meet Kid but she is shocked by how different he is from what she thought however, despite how "brute" that world seems she can't help but feel thrilled and excited to know more about him and she is even willing to give him her first time (P2) c: thanks a lot if you decide to write this ! <3 If you don't feel comfortable with it it's totally fine, kissies <3

Thank you so much! Well, I think I had too many ideas so I split it in two parts if that’s okay. This one is more like an introduction (?) and the dirty stuff will come in part two. It’s kinda long and I don't know if it got boring but anyways, have fun with Part one :)

Warning: verbal abuse

Word count: 3.5k

Part two is here

Her eyes skimmed through the newspaper articles looking for a specific one involving a certain pirate; Eustass Kid, the notorious pirate captain and part of the Worst Generation had been seen on an island not too far away from hers. Her heart started beating excitedly when she finally found the desired article.

Kid Pirates cause chaos – when will the bloodshed finally stop?

Eagerly, she started reading the article, absorbing every word like a hungry man almost starved to death. To her dismay, the article was shorter than she would’ve liked but nevertheless did she take out a pair of scissors from her desk, cutting the article out. On the next page was a wanted poster of Kid but sadly it was the same one she already had. She looked at his picture for a moment, tracing his face with his thumb before folding the newspaper and throwing it away. The article was stored safely in one of her desk drawers, away from any curious eyes.

“Y/n-sama…..Y/n-sama!” she heard one of the maids call her, waking her from her sleep. Tired, she sat up, rubbing her eyes before answering. “Come in.” her voice was still horse from her sleep and she had to clear her throat. The door opened and one of the maids entered, bowed down a little and went straight to the thick curtains, opening them in one swift motion. Dark clouds covered the sky and it looked like it was about to rain any moment; thunder could be heard from afar.

“Why are you still in bed? Today is a great day for you, Y/n-sama. If I were you I wouldn’t be able to sleep at all.” She giggled. The princess followed the maid with tired eyes as she made her way over to the dressing room. “Your father has told me to take out the navy-blue dress he got you the other week. Remember? The one that looks like stars have been woven into it?” The maid came back with said dress, holding it up and looking at it in awe. “It’s truly beautiful.” She said reverently.

The princess looked from the maid to the dress, then back to the maid and back to the dress once more. “Don’t you think it’s a little bit too….much?” she asked concerned. It was pretty, no questions asked but it looked like she was going to a ball to impress someone and not to meet her future husband. “Nonsense, Y/n-sama! It’s perfect! The prince will be just as impressed as the rest. You will look stunning. Plus, if I dare to say, he will fall head over heels for your Majesty.” The maid’s big eyes shined at the princess. The maid seemed happier about this day than the princess herself.

“If you say so. I just don’t want to look overdressed.” She stated concerned. She slid to the side of the bed, put her feet on the floor and stood up, her long nightgown following her body. The soft silk felt nice against her body even though she had to get used to it in the beginning; it was just so slippery.

The princess made her way over to the big bathroom to follow her daily routine while listening to the maid telling her about the daily schedule. After a while she tuned out and simply looked out of the window while brushing her teeth. The vast ocean could be seen from her room and the bathroom; sometimes she caught herself imagining what life would be if she had been born in a different country, to a different family and live a different life. Her life was great, she wouldn’t complain but something was missing but she didn’t know what.

Her father, the king, was standing by a huge window, a frown on his face when Y/n entered the big hall. When he heard her come closer, he hid a document behind his back, turned around and smiled at his daughter with a big smile. “You look beautiful, Y/n.” he praised and looked her up and down in appreciation. “Thank you, father.” She replied and spun around, the dress complementing her like it was made just for her. “The prince will be very pleased.” He said. Servants were rushing through the huge hall, carrying trays, food, and other things to give the festive hall the last touch.

“They will arrive shortly so let us walk over to the schedule once more.” He said while holding his arm out for her to take and guiding her over to the thrones standing at the end of the hall. She walked next to her father, reciting what the maid had told her and what she could remember.

“No, first comes the dance, then the dinner. We don’t want your dress to look unflattering during this important moment by showing a food belly.” He jokingly said and she looked at him sourly but didn’t say anything to it; instead, she kept going through the schedule.

Her eyes caught the paper he had put in the back of his dress pants. “What’s this?” she wondered but he brushed her off. “Oh, it’s nothing. It doesn’t concern you. You should simply focus on the event ahead and forget about anything else.” This was odd. Why was he hiding something from her? But she knew he wouldn’t tell her, especially if she pressed him.

The day went as planned, the king and the prince arrived, together with a huge entourage following them. She made huge eyes when the prince gave her this incredibly beautiful necklace with a dark-blue sapphire. The prince himself was….okay-ish. He wasn’t the most handsome nor the most ugly but he was definitely not her type. Credit to him, he was a gentleman and tried to make her feel comfortable. He was attentive, charming, and a polite. But she couldn’t see herself marrying him. Yet. She knew she had to so she tried to be as interested in him as possible. But it was difficult.

During a moment he was talking to his father and her father she could finally breathe and be to herself. This whole event was exhausting and she was looking forward for it to end. She saw a servant scurry away, a familiar paper in his hand. She followed him to the kitchen, a few servants bowed down when they saw her approaching. “Princess-sama, please, you know you’re not supposed to be here.” A maid said and tried to get her to go back to her guests.

“I’ll leave in just a moment but I need to know what this piece of paper says.” She pointed at the piece the servant was holding and he hid it behind her back. “Miss, the King ordered me to throw it away and to not show it to anyone. I must obey him.”

“And I order you to show it to me.” She countered, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Please, Princess-sama. It’s an order from your father.” He pleaded, conflicted on what to do. “He will never know. Show it to me and then you can burn it.” She said firmly and the servant sighed, handing the paper over to her. The maid tried to sneak a look at it and made big eyes.

“Oh no…” she whispered, backing away a few steps. “This is bad news. Why are they here?” fear was plastered all over her face, her hands clutched her arms like she was a small child.

“Please…give it back to me. I really need to get rid of it, Princess-sama.” The servant asked nervously, his eyes roaming the surroundings for any sight of the king. She gave it back to him, her face expressionless. “Thank you.” She simply said before turning around.

When she was out of sight, she couldn’t hold back a small squeak of excitement; the paper was a notice from one of the guards. He was patrolling the southern side of the island where there used to be a small town which had burned down a couple of years ago. Now, it was frequently used by bandits, pirates, and other criminals.

Her heart was racing, her face was burning, and she felt like she could burst out of sheer happiness. Pirates were anchoring near the burned down town. She needed to get there. She needed to meet them. She needed to see them. She needed to see him. She needed to see Eustass Kid.

It felt like an eternity when she was finally back at her chamber. It was already dark outside and she could hear the servants cleaning the garden in front of the castle downstairs. She was high up above the ground, her eyes trying to see the ship even though she knew it was useless; the window was on the north side, the Kid pirates on the south side so it was simply impossible. During the gathering she had to focus hard to not indulge too much in her thoughts about a certain captain. But the more she tried to suppress the excitement the more nervous she got.

And now, when it was finally over, she was hesitant. The desire to leave was strong but the guilt for sneaking out at night and maybe disappointing her father was not any weaker. But she knew that they would leave soon, probably sooner if her father sent his guards to the south side. Right now, he wouldn’t do anything since he didn’t want to cause any harm to his subjects. But as soon as they started to cause trouble, he would fight them. The princess was conflicted. What, if she got caught? She would get in huge trouble and if word got out the marriage between her and the prince would be called off. Nobody wants to associate themselves with a princess who sympathizes with pirates.

Time passed and she was still standing in front of the huge window, but by now she was looking at the wanted poster she was keeping in her drawer. With every passing minute her internal desire grew. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and came to a conclusion; she put the wanted poster back to its original spot, grabbed a coat, pulled it over, and opened the door to her chamber. The hallway was empty and she sneaked out. The servants and maids were still cleaning up and no one was paying attention to her.

It was easier than expected to exit the castle and its perimeter. How she was supposed to get back in was a problem of future princess. Right now, she was making her way over to the south side of the island. The ground was wet and muddy and cold from the rain but she was glad it had stopped an hour or so ago. In her hurried departure did she forget to put on shoes. How stupid can you be?, she thought to herself but tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling. Hopefully, she wouldn’t catch a cold.

She saw a dim light in the distance and she slowed down a little. Doubt starting washing over her the closer she got. Did she make a mistake? How could she be so gullible and come here? Alone. At night. With nothing to protect herself. If she had only taken her horse she would be able to escape if things went wrong.

The wind carried voices over to where she stood; laughter and singing. She could hear the sound of glass on glass, probably bottles of sake. She sneaked closer to the small town, one building which was not as burnt down as the other buildings was being occupied by a group of men. She hid behind a wall next to a broken window. She didn’t dare look through it, too scared of being caught.

She heard heavy footsteps coming closer from around the corner and she barely managed to round the other corner to hide herself. The princess took a quick lock to see who it was; a tall man with a blue and white mask and maybe blonde hair if she could see it correctly. This must be Killer! The excited feeling inside her stomach came back; seeing him meant that Kid wasn’t too far away, maybe even waiting around the corner Killer just came from.

The tall man took a piss against the wall and she turned her face away, blushing deeply for taking a peek at his dick. She was glad he hadn’t noticed her. When he was done he walked back to his crew, leaving her alone again. The voices inside the building welcomed the man back with loud roaring before continuing their conversations.

The princess waited like this for a long time, unsure of what to do. Should she just get up and walk in? No, this would be stupid. Should she try and make them aware of her presence by making some small noise? Probably a bad idea as well. So, how should she meet Kid? She knew it was a bad idea but she’s already come this far so she just needed to! She was so deep in thought that she didn’t hear footsteps coming closer and rounding the corner to the wall she was sitting against.

“What do we have here?” a voice snapped her back to reality and like a deer in headlight she looked up at the two tall men standing next to her. “You were right, there really was someone here.” The read head stated amused at her small form sitting on the ground, clothes dirty and feet barefoot. Killer stood slightly behind his captain; arms crossed.

“And who might you be?” Kid crouched down next to her, a curious look on his face. She was frozen in place, unable to more or to talk. Kid’s aura was intimidating and she could almost feel his bloodlust. Would he kill her, too?

“What’s wrong? Too scared?” he chuckled before rising again. “I think I’ve seen her face before…” Killer’s words made her stomach drop. If he knew she was screwed! They would take her as leverage to get her father to pay them! They would torture her to get information about the kingdom’s treasure! “You have? Where?” Kid asked, nonchalantly as if he was talking about the weather. “I think in the newspaper. If I’m not mistaken then she is this kingdom’s princess.” Oh God, they knew! Kid tilted his head to the side, a pensive look on his face. “Now, that you mention it…” he said. A huge grin appeared on his face before he crouched down again. “Say, are you a princess?” he asked her, his eyes piercing through hers right into her head as if he didn’t want to wait for her answer and look for it himself inside her head.

“What would daddy pay for your save return?” he mused. She finally snapped out of this helpless state and slapped him across his face. The shock of her action hit her almost right after and she clutched her hand with her other, looking at him in fear. His grin had disappeared and was replaced by a frown. It didn’t hurt but how dare she slap him just like that? Kid reached for her arm and pulled her up with him; the grip was hard and unforgiving. It hurt and she whimpered, trying to pray his hand away which was useless.

Kid dragged her with him to where the rest of his crew was still drinking. All conversation stopped when they saw their captain dragging someone with him, followed by Killer. Kid pushed her to the ground in front of him, right in the middle of everyone. She looked around, sceptic pairs of eyes looking at her.

“Now, little princess, tell us. Why are you here?” he asked again. She looked at him with wide eyes before swallowing hard. “I….” but she stopped. What should she tell them? That she wanted to meet them? That she wanted to get to know them? That she was keeping every article of them, Kid especially, in her drawer? They would laugh at her!

“You?” Kid pressed, obviously enjoying he was making her uncomfortable, even scared. “I…” she started again. “I heard that…pirates had landed on this island and I….” she didn’t finish but somehow Kid got the gist. “And little princess thought it’d be a good idea to sneak out of her safe castle to meet the pirates.” His crew started laughing and her cheeks became red from embarrassment.

Kid got down to her level once more, grabbing her chin with his rough fingers, making her look at him. She looked straight into his red eyes, a warm and fuzzy feeling spreading inside her stomach. “Listen, princess.” His voice was so close to her, she could feel his breath against her skin; his rough but warm hand felt good on her skin and in left a slight tingling where he touched her. The grin on his face, exposing white teeth, was sadistic and dangerous; she knew he had the means to kill her but would he actually do it?

“I don’t know if you’re aware of who we are but it wasn’t your best idea to come and look for us. ‘Cause now you can get us in deep trouble, y’know?” His thumb stroked her bottom lip for a moment. Unconsciously, she opened her mouth slightly, wishing for him to continue. Instead, he started laughing and pushed his thumb past her lips inside her mouth. Shocked, she tried to move away but he wouldn’t let her. His thumb pressed down her tongue, the taste slightly salty.

“You like that?” she shook her head but he didn’t believe her. “Should’ve said you came looking for a good time, princess.” “Het ho…!” she tried saying but it was difficult with his thumb still on her tongue. Still, he obliged and removed it from her mouth. “I…I came here to see you!” she admitted, looking at him. “Huh?” Kid sounded intrigued. “Is that so? To do what? Get your little royal pussy fucked by me?” His crew chuckled, some whistled.

“What? N-no!” she said shocked but couldn’t deny the feeling his suggestion left inside of her. Kid hummed as he let his hand move from her chin, down her throat and to her breasts where he shamelessly touched her. Flabbergasted, she jerked away from his touch, her face now beet red. “Who….who do you think you are, pirate?” she asked.

Kid’s grin dropped at her remark. His hand grabbed her throat and pulled her closer to his face; too close right now. Fear struck her and she looked at him wide eyed.

“Do you think you’re better than us?” his low voice rumbled through the air, a shudder ran down her spine. “I don’t care who you are, princess, but don’t think you are above any of us. When I become the pirate king you will bow down to me.” A sinister glint flickered in his eyes which were looking right at her. He didn’t press down on her throat but it still felt like he was choking her.

“Let me join you!” she pressed out. A confused look came on his face and he let go of her. She moved away, holding her throat and looking at him scared. “Let you join us?” he repeated. The princess nodded, not sure what made her say that. The thing she knew for sure was that she wanted to know more about the pirate in front of her; the one who almost choked her, the one who made her feel excited, the one whose picture was hidden inside her drawer.

Kid shook his head in disbelief before getting up again, turning around to return to his original place among his crew.

“I…I want to know more about you.” She admitted. Kid looked at her with a disinterested face, chugging his bottle of sake.

“Go home, princess. You have nothing to offer. You wouldn’t even be beneficial to us if we took you hostage. We can just get the treasure from this island if we want.” It felt like a punch to her guts but she kept her tears at bay.

“Go back to your father and marry this prince. Today was the big day you met him, right?” he chuckled. “I remember reading it in the newspaper. Pretty big event. So, don’t go around chasing pirates like in one of those stupid love stories you chicks keep reading about. Life is nothing like that. Pirates ain’t nothing like the men in those booky. Sorry to burst your bubble, princess.” Everyone was laughing at her; her ignorance regarding pirates, her ignorance regarding life – she was a laughing joke to them.

She couldn’t hold back her tears any longer and they quietly rolled down her cheeks and dropped from her chin to the floor.

“Leave.” She heard him say before she got up, tuned around and ran away, tears blurring her vision. Had she been so wrong about them? About him? But then again, what did she expect? It still felt like a dream had been shattered and it hurt.

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sergeant-spoons · 3 years

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Can we PLEASE get a part two of ‘from May to June’ with Luz? I need to know what happens next! Please tell me they meet up and fall in love and live happily ever after? I need the fluff🥺 just in case you can’t tell i absolutely loved it😂❤️

How It Should Be (From May to June Pt 2)

I’m so glad you enjoyed the story! Here’s part two, darling Anon, I hope you like it! 💕

Pairing: George Luz x Female OC

Word count: 3591

Tone: Build-up to a meeting, hooray they’re together!, mostly fluff and lighthearted, a slight dip in positive tone toward the end yet a happy ending

Summary: After so long of just voices on the radio, the world has finally granted them the chance they’ve been looking for, and it’s time to meet face-to-face.

Taglist: @tvserie-s-world, @easy-company-tradition, @victoryrollsandredlips, @liebgotttme, @50svibes, @mgdln97, @likeyourfuckingsergeant

Moving north...

George kept his promise, radioing in every night. They talk for as long as they can before one is called away on orders and they have to share a quick goodbye. Things have changed between them since he came back on the line. He still makes his jokes, talks about home, does impressions every now and again, but there's a new branch of discussion they've started to dip their toes in lately. As April's regiment marches through the Ettal Forest, finally making their way into Germany, she reflects on their conversation last night with a small smile.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, 'course I'm serious."

She leans back against her pack, tucking the receiver closer to her ear.

"You really want me to... meet your family?"

"Yeah."

"You sure?"

He sighs. "Really, April-" Her heart trembles when he says her name. "-I think my folks'd like to meet my girl."

It was the first time he'd called her 'his'. She'd gone silent for a moment, then he said he had to go- his superiors tended to have the worst timing -and the click on the other end came before she could reply. Truth is, she likes the sound of being 'his girl', no, loves it. Imagine that? Being a fella's girl. Of course, it goes both ways, and she presses her lips together, stifling a wide smile. If she's his, then he's hers: isn't that something?

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Moving south...

April. That name is on his tongue all the time now. His friends tease him about it, but he doesn't care one bit. It doesn't matter that he has only a voice to go off of and a slim mental picture of what she might look like, he knows for a fact he's irrevocably fallen in love with the girl on the radio. Earlier today, he caught her asleep, and for a moment, he felt bad for waking her, until he heard her morning voice and his heart went all aflutter.

"George, it's not even 06:00."

"I know, I know. Sorry." He's not really, and they both know it. "I just wanted to let you know..."

"Go on." She yawns and he grins at the wall.

"We're heading to Austria next."

"Really?" Now she's interested, waking up more. "We're in Germany, but rumor has it we'll move southeast in a few days."

He tries not to smirk. "I know."

She sighs, though it's mostly playful. "Are you keeping tabs on me or somethin'? How in the hell d'you always know where my regiment's headed?"

"I've got good sources," he teases, quite cryptically, "I'll tell you more about 'em when we meet."

He can almost see her smiling. "And that'll be soon, right?"

"Yeah." There's a lightness in his voice that hasn't surfaced since Easy came to Germany. "Real soon."

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Getting closer...

"Hey, Albert."

"Mhmm?" She's sifting through the latest shipment of supplies, taking a tally. Some of her fellow soldiers are clamoring for treats and whatnot and as she glances up, she has to swat at a greedy hand reaching for a pack of cigarettes.

"Report just came in, we're movin' back to Austria."

Cheers from all. A smile starts to grow on April's face and she steps back from the supplies. Dropping her clipboard on the table, she lets her fellow war-wearied soldiers take their pick from the stock, deciding why the hell not? There's good reason to celebrate. Germany's recently surrendered and they're going back to beautiful Austria.

"Sir?"

Her company lieutenant turns around, one foot out the door, and nods for her to go on.

"D'you know where exactly?"

He tilts his head. "Ah, somewhere in the mountains. Three-word name, starts with a Z... I can't remember it exactly."

"Thank you, anyway."

They exchange quick salutes and April slips off to the room she's bunking in (for now), pulling her radio out from under her bed. Adjusting the dial, she punches in the number code, but it's only static on the other end. She waits for a long moment, fingers crossed in her lap, and as luck would have it, she hears a familiar voice muttering something about his socks going missing.

"George?"

A thud and a curse come through the line before she hears him pick up the receiver.

"Hey, April." He sounds like he's wincing.

"Didja hit your head?"

"Possibly." At her laugh, he adds, "You startled me!", a fond reprimand.

"Well, sorry 'bout that, but I've got news."

"Really?"

"Yeah, and I think you'll wanna hear it." She waits for a beat. "Do you?"

"Of course!" He's as eager as a puppy and she can't help but smile.

"Where are you stationed again?"

He groans. "April, c'mon, don't leave me hangin’-"

"Hey, hey, I'm setting the scene here."

"Oh, fine. It's ah-" His voice grows faint, but she can still hear him asking someone else for the name of their location and she stifles a giggle. "It's called Zellamsee."

"One word?"

More questioning on the other end, then George affirms what she's hoping. "Nah, three."

Zell am See.

She gives a squeal and he gasps, and a blush falls upon her cheeks.

"What? Is this good news or bad?" He's impatient, and a little worried, she can tell by his tone, and she brushes down the creases in her ODs as she gathers her thoughts.

"Good news: my regiment's heading there tomorrow."

He's silent for a moment. She understands why. It was kind of a fanciful idea, to think they could meet up in Germany or Austria. It's a lot of land to cover and there's no reason one regiment couldn't hold one town on its own... April can't help but wonder if there's some cosmic force helping her and George.

"Really?" The volume of his voice has dropped.

"Well, I'm pretty sure." She picks at a loose thread. "My intel's just as solid as yours."

He's smiling again, she knows, though she can't see. "I hope it is."

"Me too."

"Can't wait to see you, April."

Her smile softens. "Same sentiments here, George."

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Getting farther...

It's been nearly two weeks and, as it turned out, her regiment met heavy guerilla engagement in the mountains. It seems like a stalemate, at the moment. She keeps radioing when she can, though it's much less frequent. He worries. A lot. They're so close. Her voice, much clearer than ever before, reminds him of that one night on the radio, words hitching. He wishes he could go to her, protect her, get her the hell out of there and take her to the (albeit temporary) haven of Zell am See. It seems wrong, to feel safe here while she's still fighting a band of fanatic Nazis barely ten miles away.

How much longer will they have to wait?

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Almost there...

The fighting ends on August 3rd, two weeks and three days after it began. The remaining Nazis either jump from the cliffs or try to turn themselves in and are promptly shot. She feels no sympathy. They have killed five of her regiment, one of them a good friend, and kept her from the small promised peace she's expected. As soon as the roads are clear, her regiment is on the move, double-timing it to make up for the lost days. Accordingly, the remainder of the trip only takes them six days, and they pass the last checkpoint before the town at midday on the 9th.

"You almost here?"

George's voice echoes in her mind from their conversation last night, and April shifts her pack on her shoulders, each step falling on the sunken road at the same time as her heartbeat.

"One more day. We should be there by sunset, at the latest."

Two friends jostle another into her side and she pushes them back, laughing at whatever teasing led to such a motion.

"I'll have those flowers for you."

She looks at the side of the road. Half these flowers, she's never seen before.

"All in a rainbow?"

"All in a rainbow."

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Arriving at last...

George adjusts his collar for what must be the dozenth time in the last thirty minutes. He's sitting with a few buddies, playing cards, but he'd rather be outside, waiting for the arriving regiment, for her. Alas, upper command wants every soldier below the station of a lieutenant to remain indoors. 'For good impressions' was their excuse, and George is still rather ticked about it. The flowers he spent all morning picking are resting in a vase across the room. A soft rumble begins to fill the air and he perks up. Could that be them? It has to be, right?

Ignoring the protests of his friends as he drops his cards face-up on the table, he rises and swiftly crosses to the window. Yep, those are tanks. The 101st didn't bring any of those bad boys up here into the mountains. George isn't entirely sure how this regiment did, with the curving roads and sloping pathways. Most of the soldiers are walking, saluting each higher-up they pass, and as they begin to head into the square, George turns to the vase.

"Y'know what? Screw the orders, I wanna greet these lucky bastards face-to-face!" declares Perconte, and he shoots a wink at George as the others start to get up, deciding to join him.

"Yeah, let's go."

They're down the stairs in just a couple of seconds and out the door in another few. The soldiers riding on the front of the tanks start waving at them and the Easy boys return the gestures with grins and whistles. His friends shout teasing remarks and are met with the same, and though George would usually be at the forefront of these exchanges, he's got his mind on seeking out someone in particular.

And there she is.

She's got her helmet clipped to the strap of her radio pack, short-cropped hair swishing across her forehead from the warm breeze. Her sleeves are rolled up and she's got a small smile on her face as she chats with a soldier next to her, pointing at the lake. She's not the only lady in the group, he's gathered as much, but he knows it's her. They agreed on a signal, just last night, to let him know it's her (no need for the other way around, she knows his face from the photograph he sent).

"No, George, I'm not painting a triangle or somethin' on my helmet."

"Have you got a better idea?"

He hears her shift in her seat. "Yes, actually."

"Shoot."

"Your photograph. I'll clip it to my front pocket."

"For all the world to see, huh?" He grins.

"No." She's smiling. "Just for you."

"April!"

She looks immediately, eyes widening, as she scans the area. It's not hard to pick him out, as there aren't many soldiers lining the roads (though more are following his friends' lead and disobeying their stay-inside orders) and a smile splits across her face. She breaks ranks to go to him and the fellow she was just talking to starts to whistle and cheer, others around him joining in. George breaks into motion as well, and as he opens his arms, careful to keep the flowers from being crushed, she runs to him.

It feels so right, to have her in his embrace, and she buries her face into the crook of his shoulder and head as she holds to him. He breathes her in for a long moment, cheek against the top of her head, heart swelling with joy. Finally, after so long, they're finally here, together. She brushes her lips against the side of his neck and he gives a soft sigh.

"I brought you the flowers."

"I see."

She still has her face turned into his body, and he presses his lips together in a curved line, holding back a laugh. There's no way she can see the bouquet in his hand (she probably did on approach, however) and he appreciates how she's much more focused on him than them. He draws in a deep breath. He's got to say it, the words have been on his tongue for weeks. Once, he told her, at the end of that first talk when he came back on the line. She was in Austria, he in France, and he told her. It was rushed, though, and he wants to say it more definitively.

"I love you."

She holds him closer. "I love you, too."

If he had a ring, he might have just up and proposed right here and now. She's here, with him, and she loves him too, and everything's falling into place.

"Albert!"

She gives a start. There's a grizzled old man, trying and failing to hold back a smile, beckoning for her to rejoin her regiment. She pecks a kiss on his cheek and steps back.

"Flowers."

She takes them, smiling, and he feels his heart swoon as her fingers brush his.

"I'll see you again in a little while."

"Yeah." He nods. "I'll come find you."

She grins as she starts back toward the line. "You'd better!"

"Oh, I will," he mutters to himself, watching her go, knowing he looks like a lovesick puppy and not caring at all.

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Here to stay...

"George?"

He turns from looking out the window, a cigarette in one hand and his cravat in the other. A smile appears on his face as soon as he meets her gaze and she looks at him fondly in return. This is her room, but she expected him to be here. He often stays the night these days, and it's been comforting (one might even say healing) to both of them to fall asleep in each other's arms. There's been no 'hanky-panky', as her mother would say, between them, but what intimacy they have going on is plenty enough for her right now.

"Hey, sweetheart."

She starts over, knocking the side of her foot against the door to close it halfway, and drops her bag against the footboard of her bed.

"You're, what, 24? And you can't even tie your own cravat?"

She's teasing, and he knows it, so as she takes the decorative tie from his hand he puts out his cigarette in the ashtray on the windowsill and slips his arm around her waist.

"Yeah, yeah, c'mere."

He draws her into a kiss and she melts into him. God, she'll never get tired of his kisses. Or his smiles, or voice, or all of him. She loves him tirelessly, and the knowledge warms her heart as she pulls back just slightly, smiling.

"Ornamental things first, kisses later. The presentation's in ten minutes."

"Oh, screw the ceremony thing," he mutters, trying to kiss her again, but she turns his head so his lips land on her cheek. "You're killing me here, woman!"

"There." Fixing the last loop, she pats the cravat, and he twists his neck, scrunching up his nose and mouth.

"I hate these things." He reaches to tug on it but she swats his hand away. "Aaaapriiiil," he whines, and she bites her lip, and it's as if she can see the words slip away from him as he stares at her.

"Ten minutes?"

"Nine by now." Guessing at what he's thinking of, she blushes and pushes his chest. "Besides, you're all dressed up."

He sighs and shakes his head. "As much as I hate that you're right, you're right."

"Well..." She tilts her head, coy, and his smile starts to return. "Nine minutes is plenty of time for-"

He smothers her words with a deep kiss.

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Leaving at last.

"Can you believe it?"

George gives a small smile. He's barely stepped into the room and she hasn't even looked up from packing, but she knew it was him. Has she memorized his footsteps? How cute.

"What, that the war's over-" He steps forward, wrapping his arms around her waist. "-or that I'm in love with the prettiest girl in the whole wide world?"

"Both," she replies, and he's glad to see the blush appearing on her face from the compliment and his touch.

"My folks are clamoring to meet you."

She gives a quiet laugh. "Just like you said they would."

"Yep."

He nuzzles his face into the nape of her neck and she shifts in posture. He knows she's ticklish there, and he presses a few soft kisses to her skin, smiling as she squirms, giggling.

"George," she admonishes, tone lighthearted, "I've got to keep packing."

"Mmmm, the suitcase can wait."

He kicks the door shut behind him and she turns around, raising an eyebrow, as he keeps his arms around her.

"Kisses are more important."

A smile on her lips, she presses them to his and he holds her closer, feeling her body curve against his pleasantly. He kisses her softly at first, and as she leans back slightly against the open suitcase, he deepens the embrace, slipping one hand under her shirt. As his kisses travel across her cheek and jaw, she gives a soft sigh, running her hands slowly through his hair.

"You know you drive me crazy, right?" he asks against the skin of her neck, and she shivers, her grip on his hair tightening for a moment and only serving to speed up the pool of heat swirling in his chest.

"I hope that's a good thing."

He brings his lips back up to hers, and affirms, "Of course it is," between kisses. "Everything is a good thing with you, sweetheart."

He gently pushes her to the side and she willingly steps around the suitcase to lean back on the bed. Her legs come up and wrap around his waist and he catches a groan in his throat before the sound can escape his lips. Her blouse is half-unbuttoned by now and he kisses down her chest, enjoying the way her exhale becomes shaky as he runs his hands along her sides.

"C7-821."

He pauses, puzzled, and looks up. She drops her legs from around him and sits up, wrapping her arms around his neck. Wherever he thought this was going, apparently it's not, but he's fine with that. It seems there's something more pressing on her mind. He leans into her as she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses the underside of his jaw, the untrimmed scruff undoubtedly brushing her skin. He wonders for a beat if she finds it sexy.

"I memorized your call sign."

"So you did."

April leans back, examining his face, and he frowns to see her eyes have gone wet.

"Something wrong?"

"No, no." She smiles, and he relaxes to see it's in earnest. "I just... For a while, I thought it would only be a dream, meeting you. And then I fell in love and it was so much worse."

"Worse?"

"Not the loving you part," she amends, "the thinking I'd never know you beyond your voice on the radio and your photograph in my pocket."

He brushes his hand against her cheek. "I'm here, now. So are you." A smile, flashing his teeth at her, glad to see her own lips flick up in response, though only briefly. "And you're not asleep." He chuckles. "If you were, we'd be dreaming the same thing."

She hesitates. "George?"

"Yeah?"

"You sure you want me?"

He gasps. "Sweetheart!" Quickly, he pulls her against him, holding her close and pressing a kiss to the side of her head. "You're all I want."

"Really?"

"Well, a house would be nice. And a good job."

She laughs and he rubs his fingers in a soothing rhythm against her back, feeling her relax into his embrace.

"And kids someday, if you're up for it." A beat. "But really, if I had to choose between all those things and you, I'd pick you every time."

"Really?" Her voice is still a little weak, and he leans the side of his head against hers, letting her shift to sit on his lap.

"Yes." He strokes her hair now. "Yes."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

He kisses her cheek as she raises her head, and he's glad to see her smile has reappeared.

"I should get back to packing," she says, clearly reluctant, after a long moment, and he wrinkles up his nose.

"No, no." She gives a squeak as he turns her in his arms, holding her bridal style. "Didn't you hear me earlier? 'The suitcase can wait. Kisses are more important'." His expression goes soft as she looks up at him with a sweet smile. "Though right now, I think cuddling would be best."

"Yeah," she agrees, and the spark has returned to her eyes. "Cuddling would be best."

So he lays back on the bed and she rolls over beside him, adjusting herself in his arms until they're both comfortable. She leans her head against his chest and gives a contented hum while he plays with her hair with a gentle, absentminded touch. This is how it should be. Together, not countries apart; seeing each other speak face-to-face rather than only hearing voices through static; touching, not reaching into the night to brush away a lock of hair or fallen leaf that's on the other's shoulder miles and miles away. And they'll be on their way back to the States this afternoon, in a time of peace.

The war is over.

She is here, in his arms, humming a lullaby.

And happiness, so long fought-for and well-deserved, is finally theirs.

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Sisyphus: The Myth Ep 1- A Dissection

Okay, so I’ve had some time to process what I subjected myself to today, so I’ve decided to list everything in episode 1 that is just completely insane and an example of how Not To Do it.

I’m not an expert on Film Theory, but i’ve watched a shitton of media, plus I watch a lot of Youtube Video essays, so clearly I’m half

The episode starts off okay enough even if we get a weird exposition dump and “tense” parting scene between a father and daughter.

We start in what presumably is the time travel terminal where people stand around in pyjamas waiting to get through.

Okay, fairly interesting if unspectacular but I’m guessing that’s the point, this is now an industry. We zoom in and get this line that made me laugh, because well...

a) humans are living creatures and b) the amount of microbial organisms on human skin is estimated to be at hundreds of billions, or more. And this kind of time travel/teleportation is always hinky because well if you think about it, how does that even work without getting into The Fly territory. I’m willing to cut this drama some slack here and maybe it’s an awkward translation besides.

This gets... exceedingly long, but if you want a (too) in-depth summary of what happens in ep 1 and why it doesn’t work (for me) read on :D.

But then the real trouble starts, because PSH’s dad (I’m not bothering to learn the character names) says he’s not going with her and this is apparently very sudden. He then makes her repeat some lines that are supposed to create tension? Be exposition? Idk.

“Don’t trust anyone.”

“Don’t get involved with [CSW]’s character.”

PSH get’s teary eyed, because her dad is not coming with her, but the problem with scenes like these is: I don’t know either of them and do not have an emotional connection to their parting. Sure, it tells us something about PSH (she likes her dad and is worried about him) but I also don’t know how important her dad is going to be down the line. So when PSH asks about her mom and what if her mom dies and her dad just replies everyone dies at some point I’m a bit weirded out, but not to the point where I necessarily want to know more.

We then smashcut to PSH waking up in a world that’s more similar to ours and she does what her dad told her to do. She grabs her (very inconvenient) suitcase and runs along the tracks she woke up next to. We see that she is somewhat surprised by the running trains and also hardy enough to track on despite bleeding feet.

Alas, creepy people in gas-masks with guns and drones are waiting for her, so she runs even harder and after some near misses (they are able to track her by some sort of radiation meter) makes it to safety.

On top of a train car that the TWO DOZEN PEOPLE WITH GUNS AND DRONES are too stupid to check apparently. Clearly if she’s not under the train car, the detecting devices must be mistaken. So she just chills on top of the train car, sitting on her suitcase and those goons trundle off after 5 minutes presumably like they’re Assassin’s Creed Enemy NPCs.

Now we get introduced to CSW in the most insane scene i’ve ever witnessed. Honestly.

He is just ~chilling in 1st class in an airplane, filming a douche who is rude to the plane staff and epically owning him because he’s So Smart.

First of all, I don’t know what that has to do with soggy noodles(which the other asshole complained about), since by that measure the noodles should be *undercooked* (lower boiling point means longer cooking time after all) and secondly good lord I already hate this guy. He then proceeds to Epically Own (tm) with a convenient Forbes (sorry “Eorbes”) Magazine that he is on the cover of and flirts with the plane hostess.

So right off the bat, our impressions of CSW are supposed to be: He’s Cool (look at his hoodie and general bearing), he’s Smart (debatable), he’s nice to The Help (I guess???) stands up to bullies, and most importantly he’s fucking rich. I guess we’re also supposed to get the impression that he’s arrogant, maybe a bit of an asshole, but still cool and everything.

If this had been where the scene had stopped I would have rolled my eyes and then just continued on watching. But no, the writers thought: “Schooling some sexist rich asshole isn’t enough to show off how Cool and Smart and Cocky our main character is. Also he likes the ladies.” Look at him, he’s Tony Stark only from South Korea!!!

So shortly after he sits down, and we have the first moment with CSW where he connected with me emotionally (he sees the ghost of his dead brother and the way he says “because ... you’re dead.” and I thought OOOH this I can work with), the cockpit windshield is hit by what looks to be a suitcase (DUN DUN DUUUN) and something crashes into one of the engines, causing it to explode and catch fire.

The pilot is knocked out and unconscious and even the co-pilot loses consciousness (after conveniently unlocking the cockpit lock). CSW is the only one who goes to check on the pilots, having grabbed a fanny pack from his onboard luggage and quickly assessing the situation he revives the copilot and welds the hole in the windshield shut with some ducttape out of his fannypack and a plastic notepad. IT’S VERY EFFECTIVE! They did it in WW2, or so CSW tells us so you know it’s true.

I’m not sure that ‘s how plane windshields and duct tape and plastic notepad thingies work, but well the plane is still in freefall we have more important things to worry about :).

The electrics are all on the fritz, the copilot cannot get control of the plane and so CSW takes a seat in the captains chair (having foisted the captain out of it, not even he is so crass to sit on some unconscious dude’s lap i guess) and quickly calculates that they have 3 min and 30 secs for CSW to restart the electronics before the plane crashes. So he hands the co-pilot HIS PHONE with a timer on it for 3.5 minutes so the co-pilot can tell him when 30 seconds have passed. Instead of idk, contacting Air Traffic Control or ANYONE he just sits there and lets his big boy brain work.

After 30 seconds he has an idea, because he’s Tony Stark-ing it up like crazy now and can just figure out the electronics of a plane cockpit in 30 seconds, but guess what. HIS PHONE RINGS. AND HE ANSWERS IT, because he’s devil-may-care and “haha look at this, friend, i’m in the cockpit of a crashing plane we have 2 minutes before i’m dead.”

Said friend is calling him from the board meeting of CSWs company, bc of course the board is ~unhappy with CSWs antics (I gotta say I can’t blame them) and the friend doesn’t believe it at first, when he says he’s in a crashing plane, but checks on the news to see it’s true.

I ... I don’t think news work like that, we’ve gone 5 minutes from the initial troubles till now, there won’t be news reports all over the media yet. THEY’RE NOT EVEN TALKING TO AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL YET. Hell he even tells his friend to call 119 or the airport for help. I just... I’m very forgiving of a lot of things in a drama when it comes to writing. I’m willing to ignore obvious blindspots in a narrative, if I think the narrative is strong enough to support whatever it’s trying to say. At this point what could calling the police or the airport do, they have like 90 seconds left...

I don’t know what the writers are trying to tell me with this scene though? It’s so stupid, so unrealistic and CSW is so unpleasant and weird in it, because he tells his friend that he has to confess to taking out the friend’s college girlfriend on a date while they were still together.

Well since the drama is longer than one ep, they do make it out alive, but the fact that the co-pilot managed to safely LAND the plane (which is insane to me) gets skipped over and we just get news snippets that herald CSW as a hero who singlehandedly saved the planes passengers.

We then get to see him in his natural habitat “convalescing” in his giant apartment where he is being showered with gifts by worshippers basically. He continues to be an asshole, but his friend tells him, one more stunt and the board will kick him.

The board will kick the guy who just saved a plane full of lives????? Yeah right, I’m sorry but that’s just fucking stupid from the writers. Why would anyone do that, even if the board hates him, kicking him now, when he’s literally a national hero would be the worst thing they could do for the stock prices. It’s only here so the writers can shoehorn in that CSW is close to OD-ing on pharmaceuticals and that the board wants to monitor his therapy and they have a way of “forcing” him to comply.

Also he has what looks to be a dental x-ray machine next to his bed. Someone correct me if I’m wrong but lol what’s up with these set design choices.

His friend tells him to go to fucking therapy or else and the next scene he is actually at a therapist.

Who’s his ex-girlfriend (they have a whole tangent about that).

Who writes a report about his therapy to the board.

But hey at least the therapy gets us a flashback of the last time he saw his brother. Big surprise he was an asshole to him as well, so no wonder he’s traumatised by that.

After therapy he *conveniently* runs into the co-pilot who’s incoherent and beaten up and hands CSW a usb-drive. It contains video of the cockpit on the day of the crash and it’s obvious what struck the plane was a suitcase and what crashed into the engine was a human being (DUN DUN DUUUUUUN maybe someone forgot to convert feet to meters when setting up the time travel thingamabob).

As he looks at the (very pixelated) figure of the person about to crash into the engine, he suddenly sees his brother’s face and honestly this scene just made me laugh? I know it’s supposed to be haunting and more evidence of CSW’s deep trauma, but I guess at this point my brain was just completely checked out.

And that’s what we end our introductory phase of CSW. What the fuck was that plane thing even for. To show us he’s callous in the face of danger? He’s an asshole even when he’s about to die, so he’s got a long way to go? He’s haunted by the spectre of his dead brother and the guilt he feels for not being there when he died? I got a lot of that before we had the insane Plane Adventure!!! There are literally millions of ways they could have gotten this information to the viewers and not made an absurd spectacle of the plot that means that everything afterwards just feels lame, because you already had the insanity that was this plane ride, so it can only go down tension wise.

Now we’re back to PSH, but honestly her parts are kinda boring and bog-standard “UwU I’m unfamiliar with this way of life, I don’t even know how to eat a banana (that looks *nothing* like a banana btw), so I just eat it peel and root and all. Also I’m from the Future, that means I obviously know todays LOTTERY NUMBERS.”

I know kdramas like clichés and tropes, I like them too, that’s why I watch kdramas, but you gotta give me a bit more if you want me to at least invest in PSH, because I’m sure as hell not invested in CSW.

She gets taken in by some guy, because we can’t have her homeless all the time, and she needs someone to explain this world to her and also how to eat bananas properly and she opens her suitcase. It’s got both future-tech-y looking stuff and a pink notepad that seems to hold specific information on what needs to happen on certain days.

She also makes this expression and I don’t know if we’re supposed to laugh because she’s not threatening or if we’re supposed to laugh because she’s not threatening, but we know she’s gonna kick ass later, haha you just thought she was harmless. I gotta say it’s the former for me.

Rarrr fierce Elite Warrior PSH coming to get you.

She tries to get in touch with CSW, already breaking one of her dad’s three commandments. Oh, I guess staying with this guy breaks the other two. Welp, so much for that then. What even was the point of that first scene...

Anyway she tries to get in touch with CSW but ofc you cant just call the richest person ever (Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos would get very angry voicemails from me if that were the case), but she manages to get his voicemail. Or a voicemail he spoke for. But oh no, she is just Not Familiar with this world and keeps having a conversation with the voicemail as if it’s CSW himself.

CSW who has scienced his way to finding the suitcase that crashed the plane and as she begs his voicemail not to open the suitcase, of course he opens it and gasp the combination for the suitcase lock is his birthday!!! Something his brother used to do!!!

MAYBE THAT MAN WAS HIS BROTHER AFTER ALL!!!! OH NO!!

But thank fuck the episode is over now.

VERDICT:

Just no. Don’t do this. The latter half of the show is more standard fare, but the first 25 minutes destroy any capability of this show making sense. I can see what the writers are trying to do, but it’s so hamfisted and badly written I’m just not willing to go along.

If you want a show that also has a fantasy action aspect (and this show is all fantasy no matter how much it tries to science it up), watch LUCA instead. That show at least knows how to set a tone, how to get us invested in the characters and does exposition in a way that doesn’t feel obtrusive.

#sisyphus: the myth #sisyphus #I RANT #FOR WAY TOO LONG #kdrama

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SnK Chapter 130 Results

The chapter poll closed with 1775 responses. This month’s poll results were brought to you by u/staraves, Crunchwrap, Luna, Momtaku and Giovata! Thank you to everyone for your support!

RATE THE CHAPTER

Maybe it was finally getting Eren’s POV, or maybe it was finally seeing the rumbling in nine glorious double page spreads. Either way “Dawn for Humanity” was very well received with close to 70% giving it the highest possible rating, marking this the most acclaimed chapter since chapter 123.

Beautifully drawn and written. I like the teasing of Eren's PoV

Good to see some Eren and Historia (finally!!) but the lack of answers is really hurting my heart, cmon yama!!

Epic chapter, amazing artwork. And astonishingly, with 5-6-7 chapters left i still don't know where this is going.

Definitely in my top ten best chapters. The ending was gloriously horrifying to read. Also, we finally got some Historia content, which is a big plus.

Cool as hell chapter.

I feel like this chapter wasn’t that great. It kind of gave way to more speculation without giving many concrete answers. The things that it DID answer felt like stating the obvious.

Tease me more, daddy Isayama

This chapter most likely is the best i've ever seen. So many answers and sooo many questions left behind. This chapter directs us to think about the previous chapters and obviously ISAYAMA'S THOUGHTS. That thing makes me happy. I'm very grateful.

Death is on its way, ladies and gents. Also the end is almost here. What the fuck is going on? I just want some answers about E V E R Y T H I N G (especially about Eren's psyche).

Is there a singular word for the feeling of a mosquito bite?

WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING WAS YOUR FAVORITE MOMENT?

“The revelation of Eren’s freaky final boss form” was our favorite moment (22.7%) followed by “Eren’s POV finally! Sort of?” (15.8%) and “The rumbling! At last!” (13.4%). “Historia and Eren’s tense discussion on the farm” came in fourth (11.6%).

Fuck yes! Erens back!

Our Queen has finally returned!

The whole chapter was building up to the reveal of Eren's titan form, and I enjoyed it.

Finally back at our one and only true hero Eren.

SWIMMER TITANS ARE NOW THE GOLD MEDALIST FOR THE SWIMMING CATEGORY IN OLYMPICS 2020 special edition

FINNALY HISU POV, even if it’s just a flashback. Honestly I’m just happy to see her again, becuase she’s my favorite character, and even if the flashback gives more questions than answers.

loved zeke-eren bro talk

everyone who thought that Floch was lying in charter 125 are 🤡🤡🤡

reiner tiddies

WHO WAS THIS CHAPTER'S MVP?

“The colossal synchronized swim team” made an impressive showing (28.5%) but their majestic moves across the ocean were not enough to topple Eren (53.6%) for chapter MVP. Historia (8.1%), Zeke (5%), and Annie (3.5%) also received some love.

EREN IS THE GOAT

Eren is the worst boy in the world.

EREN JAEGER GENOCIDAL MANIAC

I really missed Historia, so it was nice to see her.

can the rumbling start a synchronized aquatic dance?

WHAT DOES THE CHAPTER TITLE "DAWN FOR HUMANITY" REFER TO?

I thought of it as some sort of "End of the world" titling.

Dunno; but it doesn't really work if the rest of the world gets rumbled, does it?

I want to see the japanese title to decide

Eren wants to kill “animals” to give a new life to “humanity”

A dawn, or a beginning of a new day, has arrived. Whether this new day is a good or a bad one for humanity, we do not yet know. Everything is still possible, but once this day is over, the world as we know it is no longer here, for better or worse.

A new age for humanity is incoming. The story will end as a tragedy with Eren achieving his goal.

Dawn means the start of the day. So I think the start of the rumbling will be the start of humanity for this world. I think we started to see this with the world fleet being there to try stop eren. I believe every country is helping people flee regardless of race. Maybe I'm just too idealistic.

Ce chapitre fait reference au fait qu’eren est pret a tout pour sauver ses amis

Eren will achieve his goal (end the cycle of hatred)

Hope for humanity outside the walls. Dawn for me is something like hope, even if today was a bad day, tomorrow, after dawn, things might get better. Maybe the Warriors-Paradis alliance will somehow reach Eren and stop the Rumbling?

dunno but got the vibes of ‘it’s darkest before the dawn’ might be a tip for a change coming

Eren has now officially started eradicating the world and also it's dark ideas against people on paradise and conquering freedom for his people and that is why this moment onwards is "the dawn of humanity "

Dawn for Eldians to be exact. Dusk for Marleyans.

Finally defeating Eren, ending the curse of Ymir and freeing everyone from the shadow of Titan powers.

Dawn of Terror? Dawn of "What The FUCK Is That??" Dawning that the remaining places of humanity are to be trampled?

It could refer to a ""dawn"" for the alliance, who intend for neither side of the conflict to be eradicated, as they believe everyone is part of ""humanity"". Despite their deliberation at the beginning of the chapter, the fact that they're finally setting sail to stop Eren is testament that they've not lost their hope in the pursuit of this ideal, hence they can be interpreted to be the ""dawn"".

Eldians in Paradis Island being free from the wrath of outsiders and being avenged

I think it refers to a new beginning a new start for the eldians living on the island or it can be used as an ironic way that the humanity outside the walls is going to end so it's complete destruction hence the beginning of the new cycle

The Rumbling & Historia's child, humanity's destruction and its rebirth

Continuation of "End's Eve" as this is the dawn of the day where humanity fights for its continued existence

"Dawn" refers to Humanity's realisation of many things. Eg: how Eldia is not a weak nation, how the Rumbling wasn't a lie, how people are people and they are all the same - wanting to live and shedding the same blood no matter what nationality they have. "Humanity" refers to those still alive and realizing these things.

Dawn of the final day - 24 hours remain

WHAT ARE THE FUTURE IMPLICATIONS OF ANNIE DECIDING SHE'S TIRED OF FIGHTING AND NO LONGER WANTS TO STOP EREN?

Despite learning that her hometown is doomed, just over half of respondents feel confident Annie will stay the course and continue to work with the alliance. Among the rest of responses, 27.4% think this will trigger Annie’s exodus, selecting “Annie will leave the alliance and try to be with her father,” 16.9% believe this will cause Annie to do something stupid resulting in her death, and lastly 4% of the fandom believe this bad news will trigger Annie’s homicidal instincts causing her to switch sides and join Eren.

Annie saying she didn't want to have to be prepared to fight mikasa, Connie, armin, jean, Reiner and eren again made me feel sad for her ;-;

I just wanna say that it wouldn't make any sense for Isayana to bring Annie back and then write her out so it's obvious she will continue in the alliance lol (but I don't really agree with any of the options offered, I think she will decide by herself to stay)

Poor Annie's breakdown made me feel terrible for her. I still think she wants to leave but I think there are chances of the Warriors and/or Armin convincing her to stay and fight. As one of the nine shifters, she kinda has the responsibility to fight, even if she doesn't want to, and I get completely why she doesn't want to, poor thing. I have a sneaky suspicion that she might choose Porco's way out and we might yet see a new holder of the Female Titan power. :(

WHAT WILL BE THE FATES OF THE ELDIANS IN LIBERIO, SPECIFICALLY THE WARRIORS' FAMILIES?

When asked about the residents of Liberio and the fate of the Warriors’ families, a combined 58% believe that they are alive for the moment selecting that they were evacuated (39.3%) or else managed to escape (18.4%). Close to 30% aren’t so optimistic, believing Liberio is flattened and they are dead. We also had plenty of write in responses:

They are going to die, but I can see Annie meeting her father and die together in each others arm by the rumbling. It's sad I know, but it would be a fitting end for both of them :(

They are probably arrive. Either they overcame the Marleyan authorities that tried to surpress, or The Rumbling avoided Liberio entirely. I just doubt they would kill off Mr. Leonhardt offscreen.

They may have started to fight the Marleyans and then ended up flattened by the titans since they didn't escape earlier.

They took a ship to the south and we will meet them including Reiner's family and Mr. Leonhart.

Am I supposed to feel sorry for these people? I don't. The Warriors don't deserve happy endings for everything they have done.

Bands of survivors have made it out but Annie will meet her dad when he is dead or dying

some died while revolting, some are alive, annie's dad is wounded

They're currently fineish because Eren didn't go where Hange was expecting, hence why all their estimations have been off

I mean, they must be alive somehow. It seemed that there were only soldiers in Liberio and the others evacuated so I'm hopeful that at least Annie's father survived

I want to have hope ;-;

I just want Annie to see her father again, and for Reiner to get what he wants.

What if the city Eren attacked isn't Liberio? I feel like it's too important to be flattened just like that (thematical resonance + too many side-characters like Eren's own grandfather are there) and we're being misled about the place Eren is attacking.

HOW DID YOU FEEL ABOUT HISTORIA'S STANCE ON THE RUMBLING?

Many of us had expectations about Historia going into this chapter. Her initially disagreeing outright with the rumbling but seemingly giving in was a surprise to 8.4% who thought she would have been all for it all along, and 19.9% who never expected her to agree with it at all. 6.4% of you expected her to do the opposite of what is implied, with agreeing at first but changing her mind in the conversation, while 23.3% reported expecting the exact turn of events. However, a huge 41.5% of you aren’t taking everything at face value and do not believe Historia does or has ever supported the rumbling.

DO YOU BELIEVE EREN IS THE FATHER?

After almost 2 years of the fandom fighting over the identity of Historia’s baby daddy, this chapter has finally definitively proven that… we still know nothing. Nonetheless, the narrowly winning belief (37%) is that Eren is the father, closely followed by those who believe he is not the father (34.4%). Some are unsure what to make of the situation (18.2%), and some of you don’t care enough to speculate (10.4%).

there is a TON of hints, him being the father makes prefect sense.

i will bet on my freedom that eren is the father

Historia x Eren ftw!

Eren being the father would be the most meaningful for both the story, as well as for Eren and Historia and their chemistry together if you ask me, though I can accept otherwise.

Whoever disagrees eren is the father doesn't read the manga seriously

I have not any positive thoughts about Eren-Historia's flashback. Just pain, I feel pain for her. I don't get the point to destroy her character like that.

I really hope Eren isn’t the father — it just doesn’t seem right.

I don't believe Eren is the father since it will contradict what he said to Zeke: "I'm only left with 4 years"

Sorry shippers, I don't think we'll ever get a straight answer about who's the father. But I kinda prefer it that way, because then we'll each get to decide what we thinks is correct.

IF YOU DONT STOP THIS I WANNA MAKE BABIES WITH YOU

Still don't care about who's the father

Who is the father?

HOW HAVE YOUR FEELINGS ON THIS CHANGED DUE TO THIS CHAPTER?

35% went into the chapter thinking Eren was not the father and 30% believing he was, with this chapter doing nothing to change their minds. For those who were affected, this chapter influenced 14.2% to join the team #DaddyEren and 5.6% to burn their membership card. The remaining 15% don’t care enough to speculate.

If Eren is the father, I think it's possible Historia wanted his baby to keep a part of him with her after the rumbling is over, or perhaps it was an attempt to make him want to come back when he's done or even not commit genocide.

why does everyone keep saying Eren is the Father confirmed? There is literally no evidence to support that, and it actually contradicts Erens statement when Zeke discusses Mikasas feelings towards him.

I just want Eren to be the father

Historia's pregnancy smacks of her own plan but I'm not sure Eren is on board with it.

I want confirmation on the father cause if it's not eren ima be pissed off

don't care who the father is, whole world is ending.

I can't stand the mystery surrounding Historia's pregnancy anymore, this is worse than serum bowl.

WHO THE FUCK IS THE FATHER

SO THEN WHAT'S THE REAL DEAL WITH HISTORIA'S PREGNANCY?

“What’s the deal with Historia’s pregnancy?” Jerry Seinfeld asks. But we cannot answer – we can only sustain ourselves on memes and ship wars. Despite Eren and Historia’s somewhat uneasy conversation, a solid third of you are still pretty sure that Eren is the baby’s father. A little over a fifth of you think she did the dirty with Farmer-kun instead. And another fifth is convinced something else is going on (watermelon baby?), but aren’t sure what. Some of you scream to the sky, sick of all the drama. And a few of you wouldn’t rule out a baby created through PATHS. It might be Ymir’s doing! No, not that Ymir. THAT Ymir.

Historia is playing 5d chess I just know it. I just don't know how yet

Why'd Historia act like that if Eren wasn't the father?

ymir is the father

Eren has to be the father for the good dev of eren & historia characters

I really hope the pregnancy thing is just a red herring, but it wouldn't be the first-time Isayama appealed to fan-service if not.

If I see more speculation on whether Eren is the father I'm gonna puke. I mean how about focus on the real story? Like how the world is about to be destroyed??

We need more Historia. We literally need her POV for the story to make sense right now. I can't believe that with ""5% of the plot"" left Isayama is *still* pulling this all this time? There *has* to be more.

I always knew Mikasa was the father

WHY DO YOU THINK HISTORIA IS PROPOSING A PREGNANCY?

Despite a majority of respondents believing the pregnancy is authentic, there is no consensus as to why Historia would propose it. The most popular answer when asked was “I don’t know” (32.2%). The remainder of the fandom is split between Historia proposing the pregnancy in support of Eren (23.1%), as part of an alternative plan (21%) or as an act of defiance against Eren (17.6%). Only a small percentage (6.1%) believe she actually wants a child.

What the hell is the pregnancy for? It doesnt make any sense for Historia to suggest that all of a sudden

How did getting eren and historia's conversation make things more confusing😔Like what went through historia's mind when she thought of having a baby i-

What if the "what if I have a child" scene with Historia actually happened EARLIER than the rest of the conversation? It would explain why they switched places, and if Eren really is the father, would explain why he feels he has such a say in Historia's child's future ("even if you agree, I don't" ) , and why when he spoke about the MPs he said "WE have two options: fight or run". It would also give him a motivation to oppose his friends, since they are trying to stop him.

I don't see his conversation with Historia in romantic light. She was scared of him and Eren was trying to manipulate her with her own words about being ""the worst girl on the world"". We still miss some important parts of their conversation, but if she agreed to help him because he reminded her how ""the worst girl"" she was, then I would be very disappointed. I saw her as strong woman and I hope she will not turn to be a mild sheep who isn't brave enough to follow Ymir's wish and ""live her life with pride"" (or ""live sticking her chest out"").

I have no idea for which purpose Historia want to become pregnant, but I'm glad that I was right that she decide it for herself and doesn't get forced at all!

Historia has a trick up her sleeve and I can't wait to see what it is.

WE LEARNED WHAT ZEKE REALLY TOLD EREN ABOUT THE ACKERBOND. ARE YOU SATISFIED WITH EVERYTHING WE HAVE LEARNED ABOUT THE ACKERMAN CLAN?

75% of the fandom wants more resolution to the Ackermysteries with 38.4% wanting MOAR and 32.3% wanting at least a little more. Only 22.3% are satisfied with the ackercrumbs we’ve been tossed and 7% have no opinion.

love guru zook

ackerman bond means LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!! sweet for all ackerman related shippers ohhhh

I'm satisfied to see yet another example of people trying to pin eren's BS onto zeke (with the ackerman theories) be proven completely wrong

Mikasa's charachter wouldve been a lot more interesting if her ackerman genes had an effect on her decision making and her trying to overcome them would be a lot more intriguing to see. Instead it turned out to be some lovey dovey pancake bullshit. I mean what would Zeke even know about Mikasa??

WHAT IS UP WITH HISTORIAS PREGNANCY AND ACKERMANS BLOOD AHHHHH

I think the fact that the Ackermans can access the Paths without being shifters is going to be super relevant. My pet theory is that Mikasa will be able to cross into the Paths dimension to kill Eren and truly free Ymir Fritz, but let's see how that goes.

HOW ACCURATE WAS ZEKE'S ASSESSMENT OF MIKASA'S FEELINGS TOWARD EREN?

One of the few areas of agreement in this chapter was with Zeke’s assessment of Mikasa’s feelings towards Eren. Close to 80% think that despite having never met Mikasa in person, Zeke correctly understands that Mikasa’s concern for Eren has little to do with genetics and everything to do with reasons of the heart. However, the majority of people who took the option of writing in their answer cited both as a factor in Mikasa’s bond.

Eren, when your sadistic and bloodthirsty big bro can see how much Mikasa loves you, you probably should take it seriously lol

Zeke. Is. Big. Bro

He's a lying liar who lies.

usually when panels sway to the right, they are true, so I believe this is the case.

Did anybody honestly not already know this? We learned nothing new from this as far as I'm concerned.

Mikasa really cares for Eren but the Ackerman genes amplify her love for him.

Everybody's emotional attachments have some basis in biology. It doesn't make them any less real or meaningful

we learn Zeke ships eremika 🤔unexpected but naice

The ackerman blood does boost her physical abilities but i believe it doesn't affect her mentally (she probably has ptsd and seperation anxiety)

What is between Eren and Mikasa?There is something we still Dont know.I wish for more Mikasa....

I think the bond itself is clearly related to her trauma but the intensity of it probably has more to do with her Ackerman genes

Both ? Even tho Ackerman genes could have a big part in it

I think Mikasa loves Eren but it's not JUST romantic or JUST familial.

Her devotion is strong on its own- but her Ackerman abilities definitely have played a role in her saving his ass all these years.

Very accurate, he is Love Master Zook.

Only a fool believe that shit regarding Ackerman bonds and so on. [...] The hate speech I believe is some kind of Eren pathetic attempt to release her of her feelings towards himself, just in case the worst scenario is coming up in not too far future.

The Ackerman instincts amplified her love towards Eren.

Zeke was right [...] As much as Mikasa being ready to snap titans necks in two for Eren is due to her love for him, Eren being willing to go through with a world genocide to prevent Historia's sacrifice definitely results from his love for her.

HOW DID YOU FEEL ABOUT THE PLACEMENT OF FLASHBACKS DURING THIS CHAPTER?

The majority of the fandom really enjoyed the inception-like flashbacks, but 1/5th just found it confusing as all hell. A sixth of the fandom is just fed up with Isayama blue-balling us. We’ve been in this relationship 10+ years, Yams, it’s time for you to give it up!

Loved the interwoven flashbacks, and made sense considering a lot of the "unknown" conversations(Eren with Yelena, Floch, Historia....) all tie into each other. Made sense to them like this, and plus there is still some mystery from his talk with Historia.

E-H convo should've been shown months ago; now is not the time for flashbacks.

Just Yams trolling the shippers

The confusing flashbacks also reflect Eren's state of mind. The placement was well done.

I don't mind it, but i feel Isayama was, to a certain degree, struggling to work all of this information organically into the story, so he was forced to choose this flashback method to get it out there.

The juxtaposition is very purposeful, while I don’t necessarily like what it implies, it is indeed impactful.

The way the flashbacks were placed would look amazing in the anime, but in manga format it looks a lot more confusing!

People might say this is Isayama being mysterious and showing us everything but revealing nothing as he always does, and yeah and if this was 10 chapters ago I might see that as a positive, but this late into the series it feels like it was just a waste of a chapter.

They were good because they connected with each-other; though I had to reread the chapter several times to distinguish who was talking because it flipped so much.

These kinds of chapters are slightly annoying in the moment, but are more than worth it in the long run.

The Historia flashbacks are confusing af

WHAT IS THE MEANING BEHIND EREN IMPLYING HE "WANTED THIS", REGARDING THE FUTURE OF THE RUMBLING?

Continuing Eren’s ongoing theme of the question of free will and determinism, this chapter presented us with the possibility that Eren wanted everything that has happened from the start. Depending on your interpretation, of course. The majority of respondents to this question (54.7%) believe that Eren has been convincing himself there was no other possible future due to seeing said future play out in front of his very eyes, and 17.1% somewhat similarly believe Eren did not want this in the conventional sense, and he is an unreliable narrator. A smaller 12% believe this is confirmation that Eren’s vengeful nature caused this, closely followed by 9.5% of you who just think he is a lunatic.

Despite him talking as if this future was fated to happen he still seems aware enough that his own decisions still led to this outcome. From his perspective all of this was meant to happen because he already saw his future memories, but he doesnt deny that the path he took was still by his own will.

Eren said from the start he would, "destroy them all." He hated being a slave. I think he *does want this. He wants whatever will guarantee freedom.

Both future can't be changed AND Eren is a fucking lunatic

Even if the future could be changed Eren preferred the full rumbling

He literally had no option from the very beginning , his actions is definitely justified .

it's probably all the attack titan's will, not his.

he's trying to fool himself into thinking he never changed

Eren has accepted that the future cannot be changed, and has realized that the unchangeable future is the future that he has always wanted

Eren is so close-minded & immature

I've given up trying to understand Eren's logic. It's just too bizarre. I will wait until the story is finished to form any opinion about him.

Eren was bored in his original universe and wanted humanity to have a threat so he made the aot universe via Ymir and became that threat himself.

Even if a significant part of Eren wants to eradicate his enemies out of rage/revenge, really deep down it’s been shown he wishes there was another solution but right now he doesn’t want to admit he’s surrendered to his destiny. So Isayama’s going to come back to this by having Eren admit to himself he isn’t really free/this isn't what he wants, which will be the culmination of his character arc (what will he do then?…).

Eren kinda forgot about the mothers

THIS BURST OF PANELS SHOWS A VARIETY OF SCENES FROM EREN'S POV, BUT SOME SCENES APPEAR TO BE FROM A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE OR ENTIRELY NEW SCENES. WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?

Nearly 45% of the people who voted, thought it was a deus ex machina move from Founding Titan by Proxy, which granted Eren a glimpse at all Eldians’ memories. Almost a third think that Eren was actually able to control their memories. 14% of all voters are just “wtf…? I dunno” at all the Pathsnanigans.

I don't know and I don't like it. Hope it isn't another pathsfuckery while all I want in life is KRUEGER'S POV.

Eren's path shit also implies the story has always been bending to that moment too. From the pigs, to even Dina from that Bert shard. If it's ever revealed he orchestrated Carla's death to stimulate Grisha and Eren's hatred, the whole demonisation of RBA gets turned on his head.

I don't like the idea that Eren controlled the Smiling Titan but it's starting to feel more and more likely...

The second one except it WILL come up again cause it’s fucking Isayama like tf do you expect lmao

The new POV scenes are definitely intentional but I hope the explanation isn't some magical PATHS stuff where he orchestrated characters (like Dina's) actions or is suddenly an all-seeing almighty being. Grisha was enough pls.

DUDE, THIS MEANS THAT BIRD HAS P A T H S!

dumb answer choice

FT/Ymir lets Eren see the memories of all Eldians. It will come up again. I don't get some of the angles/perspectives though.

It's possible some of these things haven't happened yet, or that Eren has access to the memories of more shifters somehow. For example, Berthold might be a memory Annie or Reiner have and Eren will receive if he eats one of them while they try to stop him.

I have absolutely no idea what the deal is with the Falco and Bertolt memories but I'm sure they're not inconsistency errors considering the care that went into showing that the Mikasa/Grisha/Levi etc. panels are clearly from Eren's POV. I expect answers really soon (and no, I do not think he controlled Dina’s titan to kill Carla, that would be pure character assassination). Hange's panel looks like it's from the future, as well as Mikasa's unfamous 'see you later'. The geese are also interesting but I have no mindblowing theories about them unfortunately..

Excited to see from where Hange without glasses memories from though.

Eren is the air, the trees, the birbs, everything

Marcel is more like to come back from the dead before I ever understand half the shit inside Eren’s head.

If Eren somehow got his mother killed that'll be the ultimate bruh moment

THIS CHAPTER SHOWED US ANOTHER MEMORY OF FEZ-KUN, FINDING HIMSELF IN TROUBLE AGAIN. WHAT DO YOU THINK IS THE MEANING BEHIND HIS HIDDEN STORY?

The mystery of the Fez persists once again, with this being the tenth chapter since he was first shown. Though by a small margin, the consensus is that the purpose of his story is to reaffirm Eren’s determination to wipe out the world at 44.8%, with 33.4% of respondents believing he will be a tie to Eren’s compassion and remorse for what he is doing, and 17.1% believing it highlights Eren’s inherent hypocrisy for caring for him even though he will die by his actions later. Many write-in options expressed confusion at who this kid is.

Eren believes that suffering and oppression of minorities will never end just by small acts of kindness and simular "passive" acts, like what Levi did, it does not provide a long term solution or prevent Fez-kun'sfrom furder torments, which is why Eren feels like the extreme solution of the rumbling is his only option

Eren gave a mission to Fez-kun

Eren using another kid to get his way without caring about his life. What else is new.

He's the "even someone on the street" part of Kruger's advice to love someone to break the cycle of tragedy.

He’s showing that little boy he has to fight to survive, like he did with Mikasa when they were kids.

I think he found himself in trouble again (he looks to be bruised on the cheek in 120) and Eren will come to his rescue. However I think Eren will not just save him by beating up or killing the Marleyans, but inspiring the Fez kid to take action and "fight" just like he did with Mikasa. This arc has had a lot of focus on the almost inhumane level of violence Eren showed as a kid when killing those kidnappers, so I can see that being for the purpose of a direct parallel where Eren pressured the kid with the fez to stand up for himself.

I think Eren saved Fez-kun of those guys, but then he will kill him later, showing his own hypocrisy (those guys can't do bad to a child but I can).

I expect his shard(s) to contrast the other previously unknown panel from 120: Historia’s shard was revealed to be yet another instance of Eren manipulating a friend by putting his desires above her own, thus robbing her of her free-will. I hope that Fez-kun symbolizes the "beauty in a cruel world"

It show that Eren just have an other plan and not just kill everyone for no reason???? Lest not be that blind :) what esle u want to understund thats an option too? you want isayama to told u?

maybe eren intends for some people to escape when he announced the rumbling which allows people to prepare themselves, idk.

Eren will save their family and he told Fez to lead his family to a certain location that the rumbling won't reach?

What are all these crappy options? He represents Eren’s journey to changing his viewpoint about everyone being an enemy, as he told Reiner.

Just thought he was part of the collage of events, no further meaning.

Who’s Fez-kun

SWIMMING TITANS?

88% of you welcome your Swimming Titan overlords, but 12% aren’t so convinced - there’s a pretty even chance it’s because the image is just too absurd, too terrifying, or a pants-wetting combination of both.

SWIMMING TITANS

swimming titans

Seeing those colossal titans was crazy

The panel of the titan swimming underneath that ship haunts me in my dreams.

HELL YEAH FUCKING SWIMMING TITANS

WHEN THE MILITARY SIGHTS ERENSAURUS AT THE END, RATHER THAN CALLING IT THE FOUNDING TITAN OR EREN JAEGER, THEY RECOGNISE IT AS THE ATTACK TITAN. WHY?

Despite the threat of Eren Jaeger previously being referred to by name or as “the Founding Titan”, this chapter encapsulated the horror of the allied forces as they recognised it as the Attack Titan. The plurality (40.3%) is that this was just for the purpose of Isayama being able to drop a “Shingeki no Kyojin” in this climactic chapter, though a close second option (34%) is that there is historical information to distinguish the Attack Titan from the others. 15.2% of you believe the Attack Titan is the Titan Bogeyman for Marleyans, and 10.4% attribute the naming to the fact that it’s attacking them, duh.

I think the Maryleans/World Forces knew it was the Attack Titan bc of the Eldians in Marley (like Annie's dad) warning them ahead of time. I think once they realized The Rumbling was happening, they asked for more deets from the folks who heard Eren's message in the Path's Realm.

I wonder why the rest of the world was only using Mikasa ships instead of various ships lol

IT CAN'T BE STOPPED ANYMORE

NOW THAT WE FINALLY GOT TO SEE EREN'S SPINE-CHILLING (BADUM-TSS) FORM, WHAT DID YOU THINK?

This manga has turned into a horror show, and y’all seem to be loving it, according to over fifty percent. Thirty percent are aghast at the sight before them, and nearly a tenth of you don’t really know what to think of the Grim Reaper titan yet. Some of you wanted something more fully formed, but this creepy crawly is freaky enough, isn’t it? Let’s just be glad none of us live in Marley right now.

My jaw dropped when I saw Eren’s titan form. Horrific.

I love Erensaurus a lot. This chapter gave the same level of anxiety that Zeke's attack in Shiganshina gave me. Good

YEAH EREN IS SCARY AS FUCK I LOVE IT MORE FREEDOM MORE FREEDOM MORE FREEDOM

Eren's titan looks a little like the earth devil

Did Eren pick the design of his new Titan or did Ymir just give it to him?

Really interested in where it is going especially because Eren's Titan got lips which could be an indicator for it to have the ability to speak

Eren’s Founding Titan form looks like something out of Silent Hill

I'm not saying anything about Eren's titan. What even the actual fuck, Yams

Oh lawd he comin

WHY IS EREN'S CURRENT TITAN FORM A SKELETON WITH NO FLESH?

Eren is looking awfully spooky right now. That’s a good sign, isn’t it? I guess looking like a death metal album cover is better than looking like whatever Rod Reiss was supposed to be. 34.9% figure that as this is probably the largest titan ever, it’s just too big for flesh. It’s not like PATHS sand is infinite, after all. 34.6% think that the form is incomplete because of the missing titan powers; this is only a third of his potential scariness! 23% think there’s no real reason he looks like this. Not an in-story reason anyway. Finally, 7.6% think Eren is still not done forming this devilish beast.

Eren's upper skeleton body thing looks like wings of freedom...

The reason Eren's body was like this, if he was muscular, he would radiate a lot of heat, so the Allience's couldn't reach him. But now, no muscle, no heat. They can reach easily.

Eren's form is creepy as hell! I also think he might be dead/dying/the titan now.

Seriously, how the fuck does Eren's Titan move?

When a shifter generates a titan body, they need to have a special task or purpose in mind. Is Eren's titan meant to be a bridge between Paradis Island and the continent?

WHAT IS ISAYAMA TRYING TO SAY WITH THE PUPPET-LIKE MOTIF OF EREN'S TITAN?

Many have noticed the puppet-like strings connecting Eren’s torso and head to his stegosaurus spikes in the final panel (though not in the first shot we get of Eren -- we’ll just ignore that), but what does it mean? Him being a slave to himself (38%) just edged out him being a slave to fate (36.7%), with a slim minority (3.3%) believing Ymir could be the true puppeteer. Of course, there are the 21.9% of you who are remaining steadfast in the belief that Eren is NOT a slave, he is FREE.

He is a slave to the future memories and instead of trying to find a different way, he is convincing himself that this is what he wants from the start to compensate for how little freedom he has.

He's trying to justify to himself that he isn't a slave

Eren is a slave to that sweet sweet feeling of self-righteous rage.

Ymir might be acting through Eren.

I think eren has become a vessel for ymir and it's ymirs will that we're hearing.

WHERE IS EREN'S HUMAN BODY MOST LIKELY RESIDING?

The results for this are a mixed bag, with the three most popular answers extremely close in votes. It’s most agreed upon (29.1%) that Eren has no human form, and has merged with the Titan on some level, with a close second (28.8%) being him being separated from the Titan but not in the conventional sense, and using the Warhammer Titan power to operate it from the ocean. 27.9% of you believe he is in the standard position of the nape, and only 14.2% of you believe the head of the Attack Titan could be his true location.

So, does Eren now only have his head left or was he fully healed thanks to Ymir?

where is Eren (No,not his titan)? There is no nape on that thing, just bone

I NEED TO KNOW HOW EREN IS TRANSPORTING HIMSELF

THE CHAPTER ENDS WITH CHILD EREN'S DETERMINATION TO "DESTROY THEM" OVERLAPPING WITH ADULT EREN COMMANDING THE RUMBLING. WHICH STATEMENT IS THE MOST ACCURATE REGARDING THIS COMPARISON?

This curious panelling choice ends the chapter, giving us a peek at Eren’s inner monologue – but in true Isayama fashion it’s not clear exactly what it means. 45.6% believe it shows that Eren hasn’t fundamentally changed the way he views the world, his will and titan powers giving him the means to influence it. 26.4% think it’s a reminder of Eren’s tragic tendency to believe that peace cannot exist without the complete elimination of an opposing force. 16.8% think it demonstrates Eren’s willing or unwilling continuation of the cycle of hatred and revenge. Finally, 9.1% think there’s a hint here that Eren’s childhood self was cursed with thoughts from his future mind.

ALL OF THE ABOVE

All of the above, minus the P A T H S.

I hate eren do the same thing as what he had been through

It's Eren's tendency to lose himself to the desire for vengeance, which in the mange is always depicted as leading to a catastrophe in the end.

His childhood trauma comes back to him when he sees a loved one die / about to die and feels the powerlessness of having been unable to do anything because of being weak. Then pain and anger return for this reason

It's a parallel showing his determination to fight back against those who would deny he and his comrades their freedom.

It is once again Eren reassuring himself he's doing what's right, by telling himself that the cycle of hatred is what's causing this and that he needs to break it

The thoughts are child Eren, simply overlapping with the current situation. It may not be adult Eren’s thoughts.

THIS BITCH CRAZY.

I just want to say that the history is repeating its self . What we thought it was the past it's actually the future

He is using this memory of his mother being eaten to motivate himself, like a main drive. It's not the first time. Anger/Rage was always the main drive that he used to keep fighting/seeking for freedom

This is already similar to some of the options presented, but I like the idea that this is showing deep down he is driven by his childlike rage, and as much as he tries to convince himself it's for his friends, he really just wants to revel in violence because he's broken and he thinks wiping everyone out is the only way he will be at peace.

THIS CHAPTER ALSO PRESENTED US WITH TWO ALMOST DICHOTOMIC MOTIVATIONS FOR EREN, BETWEEN LOVE FOR HIS FRIENDS AND HATE FOR THE ENEMY, BUT WHICH DO YOU BELIEVE IS THE STRONGER DRIVING FORCE?

The two most powerful and conflicting emotions driving Eren right now have the fanbase somewhat split over what pushes him further. It seems that most are optimistic about Eren’s prime motivation being the wellbeing of his friends at 59.7%. Meanwhile 40.3% believe that Eren’s love for his friends has been eclipsed by the roiling hatred and thirst for vengeance within him. Even at this point in the story, it’s hard to be absolutely certain – safe to say Eren is a real menace when he feels this strongly about anything.

I feel like I finally fully understand Eren's mindset, even though there is probably still more to his POV. He just wants his friends to be happy and live long lives, so he had to push them away especially after Sasha's death.

This chapter Eren can't disentangle love from fear/hate/loss due to what happened to his mother, which is why his feelings about his friends now manifest so destructively.

Eren's memory chain went from remembering his friends smiling, to Sasha's death and Fez-kun being beat up, and eventually to his mother's death and his vow to kill all titans, showing that deep down he knows his motivation to protect his friends is bullshit and that his "enemies" are mostly innocents, but he keeps moving forward due to hatred and revenge.

Eren has never healed his trauma. It was "eating" him slowly and turned him into this he hated the most - a devilish monster.

I think the chapter settled very well that revenge surpass even his wish of protect his friends

The transition to Eren's pov and the fact we didn't learn anything new beside some basic confirmations, is really strange. And if Eren ends killing the friends he wanted to protect, he will be a complete disappointment. I really am afraid of SnK's ending.

"I want my friends to live long happy lives" he says after treating them like shit, breaking their spirit, and partially ruining their home island with millions of titans. I hope he doesn't act surprised when they show up to stop him (assuming they can catch up of course).

I don't believe the word "animals" align with Eren's current perspective, nor how he sees his "enemies". He holds the same ideals as he did as a child, but realises the nuance of his enemies and how people on both sides are ultimately the same. He just believes this radical action is the only necessary way to end an unstoppable inter-generational conflict in his lifetime so these problems aren't handed down to future generations anymore.

he's being driven both by hatred and love, but right now his rage is winning and he's using the safety of his friends and Eldia as an excuse to appease his conscience.

ON A SCALE FROM "SECRET PLAN" TO "KILL 'EM ALL", WHERE DO YOU STAND ON EREN'S TRUE INTENTIONS?

This chapter all but confirmed that Eren indeed plans to wipe out the entire outside world for most of the fandom. The majority are skewed towards the opinion of Eren definitely rumbling everything, with less and less respondents holding onto hope that Eren has an alternate plan.

Eren wants this rumbling and he's ready to sacrifice others to get what he wants, even his friends.

I gotta say, I thought Eren would've had a real plan that wasn't just massacring everyone else on the planet. I was already against the plan, but I suspected he'd walk the other side of the ocean and then announce to the world that the existence of titans was no more and destroy all the titans as proof, and all the shifters would just be normal people again.

His goal is to wipe the titans out of this world, and not to flatten it.

I support the rumbling, cause Marley deserved this by trying to eliminate Paradis, but at the same time there are so many good people there(including eldians themselves) that haven't done anything wrong. Military and leaders of marley should be eliminated, but not the poor people that had no choice.

This hateful world is needed to be purged and I support Eren for this. And when Rumbling is over that beast piece of sh** must die by Levi's hand.

I thought eren had a secret plan for the rumbling but after getting his pov this chapter looks like he really is going for it

Somehow, I can't shake off the feeling that we still haven't seen 100% of Eren's plan, there is still some twist waiting. I am not trying to justify Eren's current actions, it's more like ""if there is something that will throw this whole scenario upside down it better come up soon, because right now IT DOESN'T LOOK GOOD"".

I want to believe thtat Eren has a secret plan in the rumbling but the chapter says that this is what he wanted, he had always been like this, he was always “free” sadly, he’s enslaved by his beliefs of freedom that he resorts to these drastic measures.

I think that this chapter confirms two things: one, the Rumbling is Eren's true plan [...] BUT two, there is "something beyond that hell", which is the "scenery" Eren says he saw in ch. 121. I think it's the endgame after the Rumbling is stopped (no way is it going to be completed), and it's what caused both Grisha and Historia to go along with his plan in the end even though they didn't agree with it and thought it was awful. Eren's "everything is still ahead" and the weird cut in Historia's flashback are too... strange and seem to point to this being a game changer and the final plot point of the series.

If the rumble will succeed, then I've spent 7 chapters seeing characters do nothing to accomplish nothing. I don't wanna feel my time wasted.

I unironically want Eren to kill everyone outside the walls. Nuff said.

WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THE REPEATED BIRD IMAGERY?

Birds are a focal point of this chapter, with the combination of a four-panel tracking of a soaring seagull and a flash of a memory of some nearby geese. The majority of respondents (62.5%) believe the birds simply tie into the theme of, and likely Eren’s motivation of freedom. In a distant second (20.9%) is the answer that it relates to the idea of everyone being connected under the same sky, a fitting motif amidst this chapter’s exploration of the conflict as well as unity of different groups. 12.7% of you are hopping on board the “Eren is a bird now” train, and 4% of you just really don’t like birds.

The two birds from the Paths panels appear in episode 1 of the anime iirc, not sure about the manga though.

Eren is bird confirmed thank <°^°>

I like the Bird Theory that says he’s transferring his consciousness to a bird. yeah it sounds a bit odd but it’s interesting and I’m willing to accept anything at this point

The birds are secret surveillance cameras

I like birds

idk man this shit is confusing as hell.as for falco thing i think eren has become the bird. anything can happen at this point.

Eren is the Eagle we see in the chapter 91 that Falco says to fly away lmao

THIS CHAPTER HAD SOME AMAZING ART, SHOWCASED IN THE MANY DOUBLE SPREADS (EXACTLY 9... OH GOD WHAT DOES IT MEAN ISAYAMA??) WHICH WAS YOUR FAVORITE DOUBLE SPREAD?

Whether it was the break back in May, or Isayama’s dedication to highlighting this chapter’s importance, the art has definitely taken a step up and blown us all away. Though it is very split, the final double spread showcasing the commencing of the rumbling garnered the most votes (18.2%). At second (15.7%) was the imposing silhouettes of colossal titans rising from the ocean, and at a very close third (15.5%) was the very next spread, of these titans wiping out the battleships as casually as if they were wading through seaweed. If there’s one thing to make of this from what the winners have in common, we have all definitely been waiting to see the rumbling for a while.

Isayama's improvement as an artist it's inspirational.

the art is god tier

Those Rumbling pages are so gorgeous they make me wanna say "Kill them all, Eren ! Destroy the fucking world !"

Mappa has their work cut out for themselves

MAPPA's fucked lol I hope they're up to the task.

That Attack Titan spread has the single GREATEST bit of shading in this entire manga.

Solid Art, phenomenal design and usage of double spreads

I just wanted to add that this is visually one of the most beautiful chapters I've seen in a while. The colossals, holy shit. I can't wait to see this animated. All of those double-page spreads were pretty fantastic but I have to say there's nothing quite like the chill that runs down your spine when you see all those colossals emerging from the smoke and the mist, where you see for the first time how huge and terrible they are (and also when you realise the first line of defense is already down). I had legit goosebumps.

CHAPTER 130 MARKS THE END OF A VOLUME, WHICH HAS BEEN FILLED WITH ALLIANCE-FOCUSED CHAPTERS. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS NOW THAT WE'VE FINALLY RETURNED TO EREN?

After six consecutive chapters focusing on the alliance with no Eren, the majority of you (57.6%) are relieved to finally move beyond the alliance, though have enjoyed the recent chapters, with 20.4% being completely over the alliance. 7.4% say they were originally sceptical but the chapters did well to make the alliance likeable to them, and 14.6% are open to more chapters just focused on the alliance.

Please for the love of God more of this and less of the alliance, the alliance was so rushed and as it's continued it hasn't been developed much further beyond plot convenience. The less of that I have to read before I get to read amazing stuff like 130 the better

i wanted more on the alliance, not flashbacks smh

it was something enjoyable after a while. Especially 126 made me grimace all over the volume till 130 came up. Not saying I was waiting for Eren but it was so cheesy.

Eren chapters are written worse than Alliance ones

This chapter single handedly made up for the below average, cringe-inducing chapters 126-129 Alliance bullshit. I have faith Isayama will create a very satisfying ending for this series now.

This chapter was legit a great way to end the volume off, it truly feels like its really the beginning of the end

DESCRIBE THIS CHAPTER IN ONE WORD

The top 5 write-ins are below, followed by the average chapter score for each description. This months’ average chapter score was 4.59.

Amazing [4.89]

Epic [4.84]

Eren/Ereh [4.69]

Rumbling [4.46]

Confusing [3.88]

Honorable mention: Ragnarok

We’d also like to mention that there were a lot of write-ins related to genitals and coitus… seems like y’all were really hyped up by that first fanlation >.>

WHAT ARE YOU MOST HOPING TO SEE NEXT CHAPTER?

Despite this chapter theoretically giving us everything we had hoped for in a while, the responses show that we still want to have WAY MORE answers (34.6%), MORE Historia (16.9%) and MORE rumbling action (14.5%). We’d also like to know where on earth Zeke is and if Floch is going to be the little troublemaker that we know and have strong feelings about. Will the boat make it to Odiha? Will Levi do a thing? Stay tuned!

There's still some mystery that have yet to answer and I want answers

Where the fuck is Zeke

WHERE. IS. LEVI.

i want more eren, historia and zeke. They're interesting. I don't care about the alliance.

"Zekey-dekey-doo, where are you?" ...I'm so done with you guys.

need update on zeke and historia's situation.

I want it to end soon #TeamEren

I expect in the next chapter something more around the alliance and maybe (hopefully) Floch's comeback!

Enough of Hisu, she is just a side character.

Want more Rumbling

All I can say is, I'm beyond anxious to see how the series ends, and it's eating me up inside.

WHERE DO YOU PRIMARILY DISCUSS THE SERIES?

Most of our lovely respondents are rambunctious Redditors as usual, followed by a fair few from the flock on Twitter, distinguished Discorders, and discussors who want for nothing. Then there are some ravishing real-lifers, titillating Tumblrites, ...aaaand the rest (you’re all great). We’re still side-eyeing you Snapchatters though.

ADDITIONAL THOUGHTS ON THE CHAPTER?

Honestly I just wanna let it out, but not on google Poll for obvious reasons

Not about the chapter... but you guys always come up with funny answers that I feel compelled to chose even if it’s not really what I think. I love to answer this. Thank you!

Zeke the relationship expert, huh?

This chapter went through far too many dodgy translations for its own good, and even the official typeset had one big mistake in it even though it conveyed the mood of the convo between Eren and Historia far better than all the others.

this is all so confusing I miss erwin

I don't want genocide to be how this ends. I believe Isayama doesn't intend a story this complex to send a message that genocide is great. Considering some of the mindscrews he's already pulled via Paths, I'm hoping the best mindscrew is yet to come.

Reiner was a snacc

Historia the Antifascist Queen

This is the best chapter

this series is so great man

This whole chapter was a certified Bruh moment (in a good way)

This whole chapter was about Eren dehumanising. And he killed his mom. I wouldn't be surprised if he'll eventually want to kill all Eldians and his friends either.

Loved everything except for Historian's forced reluctant pregnancy.

Here's to 3 more weeks

I hope Eren doesn’t love anyone from the series.

I feel like Isayama is still increasing the pressure to help his final plot twist, I’m still lost as I really don’t agree with Eren’s actions while I see the fandom going crazy over him. Maybe I missed something, maybe I’m wrong, maybe I don’t fully understand Eren. This chapter felt good, I don’t hate the Alliance because they’re part of what I think is the right choice for humanity, but we all honestly wanted to know Eren’s thoughts or a bit of it, as we didn’t see him for a while. English isn’t my first language I’m sorry in advance, loved your poll

I honestly have no idea what's going to happen and the whole time I was reading it I was internally screaming.

Ok I know Ymir (the lesbian) has been dead for years but I miss her so much. She was the dad. Forget Farmer-kun, forget Eren, it was all Ymir.

okay no offense but where’s Levi ☹️

One big tease of erens pov and who the father is

One of the best chapter I ever read! Love it!

Didn't expect the Eren POV but welcomed it anyway. We now have confirmation he wanted everything that happened to happen and even the implication he orchestrated the death of his own mother. That's very tasty

Eren's pov has been hidden for too long and right now I don't think the payoff is worth it

eren exhibits bird behavior & he killed his mom 😕

Eren is a bird confirmed or some shit

Eren later takes Ymir's place in Paths as a sacrifice for many years to fix everything, learning everything he needs by traveling around as, say, birds, as needed to send to his past self to guarantee "that scenery"

Eren is in control of more than we previously thought and this shows evidence of a timeloop scenario

Eren can see the future and can probably manipulate the pure titans at different points in time like the Founder does. It's also likely he's gonna fuse with more shifters to visit other pieces of memory.

Eren is able to use the full power of the FT, that why he can see not only his own memories, but also the memories of other Eldians. All of them are connected to him after all.

He will turn into a bird in the end

So exited that we finally got to see Eren in his Founding Titan-like form!!!! Can’t wait for next month (AoT fan from Japan)

Enjoyed the chapter due to a return to debating the morality of the Rumbling, and seeing it in progress. Also tend to enjoy interaction between Eren and Historia. However, I think the chapter is slightly let down by being cryptic. It's hard to tell what is going on with Eren due to how scenes from this issue and others can be interpreted.

nah mate do people actually read this?

This chapter marks something that has changed everyone's thoughts. Not just about Eren, but Annie, Historia, Zeke, etc. We heard them speak differently, and got a few answers to our questions. We got to see that Annie does indeed have emotions. That Historia did not want this. That Annie never really wanted to kill, nor does she want to anymore. That Zeke actually cared for Eren. That the father is most likely farmer-kun. It's one of the best chapters we've had. Each chapter we get, we get closer to the end of this wonderful story. I can't wait to see what Isayama has planned for in the final chapters. Truly hoping for the best!

reiner's tits dammit

Despite the devastation, I now feel like there is meaning hidden beneath the madness

Creepy and interesting chapter. The official translation confirms further that Eren is going to destroy the world. I’m hoping that the next volume shifts focus to Reiner a little more. I’m also excited for more loose ends to be cleared up.

Damn, only 5 more to go before the end of the greatest story of all time

Enjoyed it but I’m really hoping for some more insight into what’s going on with both eren and historia, I’m not a huge fan of the pregnancy subplot

eren just wants to see if marleyans are made of cake

Eren makes the most amazing villain ever. Will go down as one of my favorite characters ever if the story ends how I hope it will.

Everyone forgets Historia saw her dad’s memories without eating him, without being a shifter, and without touching Eren. We’re still waiting for the payoff...

Fantastic chapter, though it felt really short

Floch was Eren's lieutenant all along, he was his representative, and his actions are therefore Eren's responsability all the same. Get fucked those who didn't want to believe that Eren would consciously choose Floch, believe in him or to set things up for Eren in Paradis.

I'd like it if the Ackerbond was not as supernatural as it was claimed before. Not because of EreMika, MikaHisu would be much better than both options of this chapter. Now we know that Levi or Kenny's loyalty were real, and it warms my heart. Also, my bastard wasn't lying! He knew about the plan.

It confirmed everything we already knew: Historia didn't support Eren's plan, Ackerman weren't slaves, Mikasa's feelings for Eren doesn't have to do with the fact she's an Ackerman and the fandom is stupid for still believing Eren is the father despite him literally telling Zeke that he can't answer Mikasa's feelings, because he only has 4 years left to live.

My heart was beating so hard during Eren and Historia's conversation because I just couldn't believe we were actually seeing her again, it had been 2 years since we got anything this relevant from her and I also just really wanted Isayama to get on with it and tell us who the damm father was so that we could finally move on to other things. I still don't believe it's Eren, but I'm done with that theory, man. No more teasing, please. Two years is far more than enough.

Chapters like this one, which perfectly captures the culmination of Eren's entire journey, make me glad to be alive at this moment in time to experience Isayama's masterpiece. I'm not ready for this story to end in just one more volume.

The ending of this story will not be a gentle tapping of the brakes but a screeching halt followed by hydroplaning and crashing into a ditch

What if the rumbling is all one big sex reveal party for Historia's baby and the Colossal Titans are arranging all the corpses into a female symbol or something.

For 8 months I have been waiting for Eren Jaeger. My favorite fictional character ever. He comes back in best way possible, wow.

Great chapter, too bad half of this dumb fandom misunderstood it and are falsely claiming it confirmed Eren as the father. *facepalm*

Obligatory mention that eren is a manipulative bastard and is a little too far gone in his goal

Ambiguity: The chapter. More questions than answers, no way this ends in 4 chapters. Overall we are all going "Wuh?" like Historia after this chapter.

We are being fucked with.

I cry, eren has been one of my favourite characters in the AoT universe

I didn't think it was possible for Eren to get any worse, but he always manages to surprise me.

I don't care about eremika or erehisu. I just need my rivaere (: haha

i don't care for the alliance and the ship-baiting was making me weary. I just want more eren, zeke and historia. They're the interesting ones.

‏I don't know what the end will be but i know it will be sad ending!..We all suffer and I mean the world of AOT and the fans who read manga... I will accept all probabilities and the death of heroes, but please do not make Mikasa kill Eren..I mean after all this love that will kill him .. I read many analyzes of the possibility of this happening and I see it as a very bad and irrational end..It is not logical at all..If you did it, the AOT would be one of the worst deeds and to the landfill..Isayama If you have suffered a lot in your life and childhood, we have also suffered in our lives, but please do not bring this suffering into the AOT world

I dont want this to end @ isayama

I hated what direction this story was taking, now I really hate it.

I just feel Isayama hasn't answered so much stuff yet and has also raised the stakes so high that I can't possibly imagine how the story will end. I believe Mikasa's slowly been established as the character who will defeat Eren, but I have no idea how she'll do it... But at least there were beautiful Mikannie crumbs, so I'm happy af and hope they'll have more scenes together now that Annie's about to give up (I mean, there are parallels™ everywhere when it comes to our wonderful lost girls...)

I just hope it's building up to a really good ending.

i just wanna know what's gona happen next man this shit be driving me crazy

I love everything! I hope floch dies though

I love you eren

I need answers!!!

I need Zook back

I really hope this series doesn’t end with a message like “genocide is necessary for peace” I hope someone stops Eren

I really loved the art and double spreads, and seeing Eren's POV after a while

I think it's the 2nd best chapter we've gotten this arc. The 1st being 123. I loved it. I also think it's putting to rest the secret plan theories regarding Eren. I've made my final prediction for the series. I think it's a tragedy that will end in Eren destroying the world & manipulating everyone's memories except for Historia & Mikasa & a new age for humanity will begin.

I'm so glad my girl's back, but I'm confused as hell. There's definitly more to her meeting with Eren and her choosing to be pregnant, we'll see. Also Zook being a love conselor and having a Ackerman phd was hilarious, I love him even more. Erefloch canon.

If he wanted to protect his friends why didn’t he just forge some Marleyan passport/citizenships for them, god wtf

If you think about it we actually didn’t learn anything that wasn’t already heavily implied

im shook

Isayama gave more than i wanted my heart can't take it.

it was very good thank you for asking

It's finally moving forward (as isayama likes to say)

It’s a good chapter but I still with doubts.

JUST DO IT EREN

Just wanna see ZEKE

Kiyoger Theory!!!!!

l'm glad we got to see a bit from Eren's POV. But I still need more answers ;_; why choose rumbling, Eren??? not looking for justification for his actions here but i just want to know /why/ he did it. Still feel like theres a missing link somewhere tbh.. I just hope the ending of snk wont be a disaster like game of thrones where Daenerys' switch came out of nowhere. At this point I just want the series to end asap, the tension build up is killing me lol.

Leaks for 131 when?

Let’s get rrready to RUMBLEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

Loved seeing the rumbling but I wish we could have gotten more character driven moments

Loved this chapter! I'm glad we finally got to learn more of Eren's POV and finally learn what was Historia's role in all of this (or at least beginning to learn her involvement in the plan). Seeing him initiate the Rumbling was epic. The destruction is about to begin!

my brain is too small to understand some of these theories

Now we know that Eren and Floch just pretending to follow Zeke's plan ever since from the beginning but I want to gain more explanations of Eren's secret plan

Oddly placed Eren flashback, but I'll take it

Something's up. I'm still not convinced we can take any of this at face value.

So many flashbacks were a bit hard to follow, but it really seems like the series is gonna end soon and I’m a bit nervous about how well any ending will play out

thank you Isayama for this masterpiece

THE ART IS JUST AMAZING but for me its so short 😭😭😭

That Eren with mid long hair is baby

the alliance has come together way too fast and theyve only really had 1 dispute so far. there needs to be more conflict to make it more realisitic. I think annie saying that they won't be able to/don't want to kill eren is foreshadowing this.

the Art is amazing but flashback scenes were a little mess

The chapter was full of messy memories, so it symbolized Eren's brain well :)

I think that now I understand Eren better. I used to believe he had some secret plan, but the true was always there - Eren is not any master mind. His plan was simple - destroy the whole world. The trauma he had after losing his mother has never been healed. It was always in him, growing bigger and bigger. He still cares about his friends, but he is also lying to himself saying that ""he is doing the rumbling because he wants to see them having long, happy life"". He is doing it because his hatred to the ones who are responsible for Carla's death took control over his heart. Eren is adult, young man but deep down he is still the same, hurt crying child who bears painful memories of losing his mother.

The cycle of war and hatred is saddening. This ain't something fictional, it's something we have always been observing from the earliest human consciousness :(

We all got a big storm comin

We are NOT ready for this shit

we need annie to live longer pls

Well here’s our proof eren is actually going through with the rumbling.

What it would feel like to be Eren right now

what kind of eva BULLSHIT

what the hell is going ON

Where is Floch

where is LEVI

Wheres zeke?

Yams, you're so diabolic. You just want to make the real-life's rumbling with all that "confusing' ship tease xD

Yooooo, we need more explanation about maybe, everything? But amazing and bomb ass chapter though

#snk polls #snk poll #snk poll results #snk chapter 130 #snk 130

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Photo: Dan Kennedy/ The Hollywood Reporter

'The Crown' Star Vanessa Kirby Hits Fall Festival Circuit With Two Buzzy Indies: "I Felt Ready to Lead a Movie"

After breaking out in Netflix’s hit global series and stealing scenes in 'Mission:  Impossible' and 'Hobbs & Shaw,' the British actress about to display her range with frontier romance 'The World to Come' and gut-wrenching drama 'Pieces of a Woman.'

Vanessa Kirby was two days away from shooting Mission: Impossible 7 in Venice — reprising her role as the glamorous gunrunner known as the White Widow — when Paramount halted production. It was late February, and Italy had just recorded Europe’s then-worst outbreak of the novel coronavirus, at the time not officially labeled a pandemic. Tom Cruise’s billion-dollar blockbuster franchise had become the first major Hollywood casualty.

Seven months on, and with the film industry appearing irreversibly changed, Kirby is preparing her return to Venice. But it’s not for Mission: Impossible (she starts shooting that later in September). With The World to Come and Piece of a Woman, filmed almost back-to-back in late 2019 and early 2020, the British star, 32, has the rare honor of having two films compete against each other in the Biennale, the first A-list film festival to physically take place since cinemas — and much beyond — shut their doors.

Appearing alongside Katherine Waterston and Casey Affleck in The World to Come — a frontier romance set against the rugged and patriarchal terrain of the mid-19th century American Northeast — Kirby plays flame-haired Tallie, who sparks an intense and liberating affair with a farmer’s wife, played by Waterston.

Photo: Andre Chemetoff/Cinetic

But it’s Pieces of a Woman — also heading to Toronto — and her quietly powerful and gut-wrenching turn as Martha, a woman dealing with towering loss after a home birth that goes wrong (shot in one hugely impressive yet frequently hard-to-watch half-hour take), that marks yet another new chapter for the actress, who already has condensed what many would consider a lifetime’s worth of career milestones into just a few years. A critics’ favorite on the British stage; Emmy-nominated and BAFTA-winning for her global screen breakout as Princess Margaret in the opening seasons of Netflix’s smash hit The Crown; part of two of the biggest action franchises around (she also appeared in Fast & Furious spinoff Hobbs & Shaw last year); and, for her next act, independent cinema’s newest leading lady.

Even before the reviews come in, Pieces of a Woman — also starring Shia LaBeouf, Ellen Burstyn and Sarah Snook — has found a fan in Martin Scorsese, who recently came aboard as executive producer.

“I haven’t stopped smiling,” says Kirby, speaking from the south London home she shares with her sister Juliet (a theatrical agent) and two close friends. “It’s such a mind-blowing thing.”

The actress was originally shown the script in L.A. by filmmaking couple Sam and Ashley Levinson (Ashley is producing the film for Bron Studios). Within 24 hours, she'd jumped on a plane to London, then Budapest, to meet director Kornél Mundruczó. “You know when you’re supposed to do something. ... It felt so right,” she says. “I wanted to show up and tell Kornél face-to-face how much I loved it and how much it touched me.” [...]

Photo: Pieces of a Woman/ Venice Film Festival

The Crown creator Peter Morgan recalls going “rogue” when he chose Kirby, overruling the other show execs’ preferred choice for Princess Margaret. She had turned up to the audition looking like what he describes as a “catastrophic mess”; fake tan smeared haphazardly on her shins and hands stained orange (she’d forgotten to wash them after applying the tan).

“But she had an electrifying presence. ... You realized you were in the company of a rare and special talent,” he says, adding that her chaotic appearance plus visible nerves evoked the essential vulnerability he was looking for. “It was very Annie Hall.”

Subsequent screen tests — and the public reaction — confirmed what Morgan first saw, that Kirby was a “high-impact booking,” much like the royal she was taking on. “There was no room in which you were not conscious that Princess Margaret was there.”

To craft her Margaret, in which Kirby laid the largely unknown foundations that would support the royal’s more brash and defiant public persona in later life, she absorbed everything she could, seeking out footage where the princess thought cameras had stopped rolling, plastering her walls in photos and even listening to her favorite music on repeat (including a version of “Scotland the Brave” played on the bagpipes, much to her housemates' dismay).

“It was so exciting to play someone that was so complicated and so conflicted, who was really struggling with a sense of who she was,” she says. “But I also had to chart this journey carefully, across 20 years of a person's life, and try to make it believable and also set her up for the rest of the seasons that were coming.”

Photo: Robert Viglasky/ Netflix

Mission: Impossible came off the back of The Crown, sometime in the middle of season two. “I think Tom had watched it, because he watches everything,” says Kirby, who was surprised to be warmly welcomed into the “Mission Family” during her first meeting with Cruise and director Christopher McQuarrie. “On my way home I rang my agent going, ‘I think I got the job, I’m not sure.’”

[...] Kirby has also used the months of lockdown to consider her next creative step and dream: setting up her own production company.“I feel so excited by the thought that there’s so many female stories that haven’t been told. And so many that have examined the psychology of a man in a particular situation, but not the woman,” she says. “I feel like there’s so much opportunity for that and that we do actually have a responsibility. Changing that space is very important to me.”

This story first appeared in the Sept. 2 issue of The Hollywood Reporter magazine.

It is also announced today that Joel Edgerton, Marion Cotillard, Mark Rylance, Sebastian Stan & Vanessa Kirby To Lead Brady Corbet’s Sweeping Immigrant Drama ‘The Brutalist’ (Deadline Exclusive)

#vanessa kirby #pieces of a woman #the world to come #the crown #venice film festival #the brutalist #mission impossible #fast and furious

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after the fight with @consultingsister ft. @diabolicaltendencies @epiitaphs @theasteriae

SEVERIN After the X-rays, and making sure his brother finally got seen to, Severin hadn’t known what to do with himself. With his misplaced anger and grief. Whilst he was busy, it had been easy to ignore. He had a job to do, and as director of the Hospital, he had to handle the situation. Avoiding Sam had been easy, with the man so distracted by every other player in the over-dramatic series of events. The problem came after the work day ended. And he had stoped to asses the worst of the damages. Something on his chest didn’t feel right. He hadn’t peeled back his shirt to have a proper look yet. There were scars covering black eye that looked a little impressive by now. Sebastian as going to be stuck in overnight, and Severin wasn’t sure they could even have a real conversation about what had happened if he wanted to. He left the hospital to stop the awkward questions, dodging the gossip as he walked home to his small flat south of the river. But his feet didn’t take him there. He followed the rhythm of step after step, numbly heading out across the city. He moved through the funeral numb. He moved through Jasper’s recovery numb. In all honestly, he couldn’t even remember the last time he had said her name. Had he been avoiding using it? On some subconscious level, that had to be a piece of it. Since the phone call, he had to keep running at a hundred miles an hour, breaking his neck to save the next person who needed him. It couldn’t happen again. The number of the building wasn’t even on the outside, this place was so fancy. He was almost stopped by the doorman, probably based on the dishevelled state he was wandering around in. Severin headed for the stars in order to avoid his questions too.

Royally fucking up didn’t even cover it. He was going to be fired, or suspended. He could live with either of those but lashing out at his wounded cousin who clearly wasn’t in a fit mental state to know the impact of his actions? It ate him alive from the inside. He felt the hot tears welling in his eyes, even as he tried to push them away and figure out which door was hers. He should go. The door opened before he could knock, almost certainly the worried doorman had called up. ‘ I-“ The lump in his throat stopped him immediately, the sight of her both taking his breath away and landing another blow. In all the chaos, it had completely slipped his mind. He was supposed to meet her at the pub by UCL four hours ago. He was fucked that up too. “ I-“ He tried again, his voice cracking this time as he couldn’t keep up his fight. A few tears began rolling down his cheeks, trying to regain control of the situation. “I’m sorry.”

CEE She wasn’t mad at him. This is how their lives were. Cee had even been prepared, bringing along her iPad and a book. In the two hours she waited she’d had three glasses of wine and got all her emails done. She had also finished the book she started over a month ago. It was even a little nice. Sure, dinner with Sev would have been nicer but it was like she was on a date with herself; something she hadn’t done in a couple years. Eventually, she had phoned. The haven’t you heard reply when she asked where they thought Sev might be didn’t worry her. It wasn’t the hasn’t someone told you that nurses give when a family member is in a coma and no one thought to call the brother. It was gossip. A tone of delight. If she was honest, she didn’t believe the receptionist. Alright, she fully believed that Sebastian and Sebastian had a punch up outside but thought there was some miscommunication. It tended to happen. Hospital chinese whispers. Severin had been there when it started, maybe got hit in a crossfire but he didn’t actually throw a punch. But the story seemed to have been verified by an eyewitness on her cigarette break and Tonya was dating on of the security guys so it seemed to be all true. Sev had been fighting. On her slow walk home, she half convinced herself that this was some sort of odd reaction to them getting back together. Sev taking out anxiety about commitment sort of thing. But by the time she had gotten home, she had decided to stop thinking so selfishly and order enough chinese for two and put on Some Like It Hot. Not a film you can stay annoyed while watching. The call from the lobby didn’t surprise her. She fixed her hair to make sure he would feel truly bad about it all and then met him at the door. Only he didn’t look like he could feel much worse. “Come here,” she coos, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she hugs him, still in the hall. “What have you been doing to yourself, you idiot.”

SEVERIN He hardly beloved what had happened, and it was his own fist that had made contact with Sebastian Morans jaw. The second he felt the arms of her embrace, his body wracked with hot and heavy sobs. He didn’t cry like this. Even through the worst of loosing their child. He held strong for Cee and mourned for what could have been, but he hadn’t been through it alone. He could sleep at night knowing they had both given it all they could, and sometimes it just wasn’t meant to be. As their relationship started to fall into pieces around them, he could console himself that the time they had shared was worth every heartbreak. In private, he’d shed a tear. But his chest aches, not from the black and blue bruising that was starting to pull to the surface but with what he had let himself become. He didn’t recognise this person. Angry, tired and selfish. “I-“ He tried to talk but he wasn’t in a fit state to say much. Her kindness was making it all worse. He didn’t deserve it. “I fucked up. I’m sorry, I’m just so sorry.” What was he sorry for? All of it. Loosing her, moving away, pulling her back in, hurting his family... it was all his fault.

CEE Ask Cee and she will tell you that she doesn’t like men who cry. If they can articulate their emotions from time to time, she was happy. But Sev was pretty much always the exception from the rule. He was the nice guy who treated her right, a break between all the guys who fucked her over for their own amusement. He was a genuinely good person, the sort of person who made her look pretty evil in comparison. Her grip was tighter shoulders his shoulders and she turned her head to kiss his neck, whispering into his ear. “Shh, stop it, you don’t need to be sorry, come on, get inside.” The doctor pulls back but doesn’t let go of him, gently pulling him inside and then closing the door behind him. “Here, look,” she picks up a box of tissues and points towards the sofa. “Go, sit, I’ll get you something to drink and something to eat and you can tell me what the hell happened today.” She didn’t wait around to guide him to a seat, instead going to collect two crystal glasses, a whiskey bottle and left over take out. Cecelia’s home didn’t have a lived in feel and yet it was very Cee. There were pictures, mostly ones Mary had insisted on putting up, even one of Sev somewhere but the style was modern, almost clinical. Admittedly, between being at work and staying with friends, she didn’t spend much time at home. “Take this,” she ordered him about like a patient taking medicine. The whiskey was a smooth gold; only the very best. “What the fuck, Sev?”

SEVERIN Her grip hurt, but he hardly noticed. He was making so much of a fuss in the hall, he was an idiot. He should go, work this out and pick it all away where it wouldn’t hurt him anymore. The problem was that he let hisself be lead over the threshold of her door, into her home. He tried to wipe the worst of the saltwater onto his filthy cuffs, covered jn died blood and gravel mostly. He hadn’t really changed once his sprint from the car, too distracted by everyone around him. Putting himself last until he didn’t have a choice anymore. He moved to perch nervously on the edge of the sofa, ignoring the tissues as his eyes darted nervously around the room. His vision was too blurred to take in his surroundings clearly, his tired eyes puffy from both the blow to his face and the tears. He was too tried to argue against orders, and took the whisky to awkwardly drum his fingers against. His breath were still deep as he fought to stay calm. “I lost it. I don’t even know what I was thinking- I-I wasn’t thinking I just... I couldn’t stop it, even if I wanted to it’s-“ His mind jumped around from reasons to excuse without letting him bridge the gap between the two. He carried on trying to pull steady breaths through his nose and out his mouth, only pausing to take a sip from his glass. “He didn’t mean it- I know he didn’t. But he said that stupid thing about the crash and I couldn’t stop.”

CEE The crash. A delicate subject and somewhat unwalked territory for Sev and Celia. Cee had visited Jasper in hospital now long after, word of mouth had got back to her. She shifted somewhat uncomfortably, her knees pressing against his as she turned to face him. She kept her own whiskey clasped between two hands. “Who did... Bash?” Cee knew the three key-players in today’s little drama and doubted Seb would bring up the crash, let alone saying something stupid about it. “Listen... I’m not saying violence is the answer here but I feel like Bash deserves a punch to the face now and again. Hell, even I have thumped his arm for comments about my skirt length.” She tried to inject some humour into the moments but she could feel it falling flat before it even left her mouth. She changed track and instead reached out to take one of his arms. “Losing it every once in a while is... that’s okay. What did, what did he say?”

SEVERIN He could barely even look at her. He brought the glass to his lips again, still trying desperately to count his breaths. In for 7. Out for 11. Just like every panicking patient he had treated. Maybe he would be able to stop the pounding of his heart and how it seemed to hammer away in his eardrums like crazy. Finally, after what left like a lifetime but was probably closer to thirty seconds, he gave a curt nod. It had to be the polarisation of what he was feeling and what she was saying, but he couldn’t help but laugh at her comment even in his state. “Wouldn’t recommend it, honestly.” Partly due to his reaction, partly due to the swelling in his fingers that didn’t want to go down. Her touch was more welcome than she could know. And yet he dodged her question entirely, possibly not even aware he was doing so. “I’m sorry. I meant to be there tonight, I really did and I show up all... I don’t know.”

CEE She herself gives a shrug, as if it was nothing. “Would we really be top quality doctors if we didn’t forget about our personal lives?” Another joke, another smile, she can’t help herself. She spends her days with panicking mother’s and new-dad’s pretending they’re big strong men when in reality, they just need a strong coffee and a hug. You adopt a only semi-serious demeanour after that. Everything is fine, everything is okay, even when it’s not. Without really thinking, she leans forward so her forehead is almost touching the side of his head and hen flicks up her nose. It’s a vintage move of hers, she used to do it on Sunday mornings. It was a hey and a what are you thinking all in one, without really asking. It felt right but her stomach squeezed uncomfortably as if she had done the wrong thing. Passionate sex I his office is one thing but this is real intimacy. “I don’t want you to be sorry, I want you to be okay.”

SEVERIN Cecelia was right. She was always right. They hadn’t always shared a love of career and each other, he understood completely when he had to take a back seat to her ambition. He would never, and could never resent her for that. In fact, it was one of the reasons he adored her. Her drive, her comparative nature, it kept Severin on his toes. He wanted to be a better person to be with her. And yet he’d let himself down. The gentle press against his forehead was like a leap back in time, enough to make him fight tears all over again. Trying to love as little as possible, he set his glass down and reached for her waist, as if to pull her into his lap. Any distance between them was too far. It had been pent up frustration that pulled them together again, the issue was that this was something real. Tangible familiarity so bitter sweet it could hurt. He shook his head against hers a little, his brow furrowing. “I’m not sure if I can tell you that.” He had to do it. He had to say her bloody name. Just once. “He said if he’d been there, maybe Alex and the baby, they’d...” he couldn’t finish that sentence any more than his cousin had. Because the worst part was, he could have been right. “I should have been there. I should have been here.”

CEE She gives a sigh of frustration, maybe even annoyance, tinged with amusement. “That Basher Moran is really something else.” She thought she knew his type. She chose medicine because it was prestigious, rewarding, exciting! He chose medicine, for lack of a better word, because he liked being the guy who swooped in and saved the day. “Superman wannabe...” she snorted, finishing her thought out loud. Cee followed Sev’s lead, lifting one leg over his and straddling him with both knees by his side. This was an excellent manhadinging position. Easy to grab his jaw, make him look into her eyes and hear what an idiot he was being for still feeling this way. She didn’t though. Instead, she pushes his hair back, over and over, almost absent mindedly. “You weren’t though,” she says, simply. “And we don’t have the ability to see into the alternative universe that you were. For all you know, it could have been ten times worse.” Her hand drops, as do her eyes. This time, she does pull up his chin. “Are you going to spend the rest of your life wishing you change the past and... miss changing the future? That’s your life plan, Sev? That’s fucking rubbish.”21 October 2020

SEVERIN A smile graced his face again, glad to have her in his arms. Glad to have someone who could cut through the mess inside of his busy head. Severin had never been much good at battling his own thoughts, he acted first and just had to live with the consequences. Every part of him was as reckless as his late sister, and his older brother. If a little less openly self destructive. With her fingers taking softly though his hair, he started to focus on her eyes. He blinked once, twice, as Cee questioned him directly. For all her sympathy, he hadn’t expected it. Lulled into a false sense of security, this was what she probably planned all along. “But I should have been.” He couldn’t let it go. Not when he saw the effect ricochet across his life. He shook his head again, small and unsure in the face of her confrontation. His life plan had gone out of the window the second she hadn’t been there- mainly because his entire plan had consisted of following her to the end of the earth. “I’m trying. I’m here. I came back. But what use am I starting fights instead of preventing them? He’s... he’s not well and I was treating him, Cee.”

CEE Cee can’t say she doesn’t understand. On bad nights, after losing a patient, or sometimes when a patient gets to walk out of the hospital with their new bundle of joy, Celia replays the hours and days before losing their baby. An odd pain there, a sip of wine she was told not to have, a m moment that she knew something wasn’t quite right and yet did nothing. What if she had done something. What if, what if. And then it’s 5am and she is putting her own life, and her patience life, in danger because she hasn’t slept with thirty-six hours. She walked around the halls like a zombie, fretting over something she could never actually change. “Before you came back, Sherlock came in to hospital. Massive OD, still says it was an accident. It was... touch and go for a couple hours. Actually, it was some sor to miracle he came through it. And the first thing I did when he wake up... was hit him. He made some stupid comment about heaven being more clinical than he imagined and I lost it wit him. I think I pulled out of one his tubes, a nurse had to pull me off of him.” Her eyes gleam with unshed tears and yet she smiles like she’s recalling a funny memory; it was funny. After all that, they brought him back just so Cee could kill him.

“My point is,” she clears her throat, “I spend my whole day being calm, level headed and professional. Cold, even. I am with mothers... with parents at the very beginning of their magical journey and they usually come to me when it’s all going wrong. However, it is not my job to b calm, level headed and professional when it’s my brother. When it’s someone I love. That’s why there are rules, that’s why we don’t treat family. Because... if you had been there, if Bash had been there, you would not have been calm. He would not have been calm. He might have even lost Jasper too. So thank fuck you weren’t there. Thank god, it was calm, level headed, professional doctors, doing their best work to save your little brother. But we don’t save them all Sev, you know that as well as I do. We can’t save everyone.”

SEVERIN It was putting too much out there to admit the last time he had a solid nights sleep in his own bed had been the last night they spent together before it fell apart. He often found himself int he on call room, or hidden on the couch in Sams office, even with his flat less than a twenty minute run away. He might go home and change, although he was far more likely to shower at the office and just find yet another clean pair of scrubs to cover up the fact he was burning the candle at both ends. Abroad there was always an excuse to keep going a little longer, although with an extremely qualified staff, he had no excuses now. Severin listened intently, pushing the stray hairs off of her cheek and letting his hand linger there. He didn’t know. It wasn’t like her brothers spoke to him anymore. Sherlock had always been... tricky. “Sounds like he had it coming, giving you a scare like that.” He pushed against her forehead, closing his eyes to mimic her gesture with his nose. God, it was like they were teenagers again. Her scent, her touch, it was grounding. “You’re right. You always are, it just doesn’t stop...” He couldn’t save everyone. He let the silence had for a moment before he carried on. “I miss her.” He had to learn to process his grief, and not let it explode out of him. Especially with Bash in such a fragile state. “I don’t think I’ve been in a fight with Seb since... I’m actually not sure I’ve been in a fight? Does the scuffle outside the Cock Inn count?”

CEE “Nah, everyone scuffles outside the Cock Inn,” she waved her hand as if she was waving away the very idea. It’s been such a long time since someone touched her like this but with Sev, it was like falling back into an old routine. Her leg goes there, his hand goes there. They slid into a position every time. Two halves creating a whole. It throws her off to hear Sev even alluding to the existence of Alex. For the most part, she avoided bringing up the subject of family, for either of them. Things were never less complicated just because you loved them. “Do you remember that time I let her do my hair? And she held the straighteners in too long and it burnt? My first ever bob.” She talks like this was some fond memory, which it was now, although at the time it was pretty traumatic. Celia had had long flowing hair since she was twelve; having to suddenly cut it too her shoulders had been horrible. “What do you miss the most about her?”

SEVERIN “That was your fault, you saw her hair and thought of course this girl knows what she’s doing. Yeah right. I thought you looked pretty sexy with a bob, if that matters.” It shouldn’t matter, he was very much a biased opinion. The corners of his mouth lifted in an soft smirk, his body growing still now he was comfortable enough to just breathe in sink with her. Calm. At peace. He closed his eyes, they tightened a little as he tried to remember the bitter parts of his difficult relationship with his younger sister. Not that Alex had an easy relationship with well... anyone. “It sound mad, but the rows she used to have. That house is just- it’s eerie now.” He hadn’t been back since the Christmas after the funeral, always finding an excuse to avoid being in his childhood home. It was hard to see the place in a state of cold absence. With a heavy breath, he found something brighter to hold onto. “She used to sit up on the roof with Seb and I, just blaring records and smoking where mum couldn’t complain. She knew all the words to every one, she thought it was Seb who had the half decent taste. No idea that mans totally tone deaf. They were all mine- well, one or two stolen from dad but she found them his side of the room and just assumed...” He had never once corrected her. He couldn’t take that away, that adoration for their oldest brother who was her hero. He was fine with it really, as long as he got to share the summer evenings on the roof in the fading daylight. “When you were pregnant, she appointed herself the baby’s music teacher. She was going to make sure that kid had ‘style’ apparently.”

CEE “I’d never had the chance to be a big sister before, it was exciting!” She gives a whine that becomes a laugh. Cee had never had a want to be a big sister until she met Alex. Jasper was easy, over eager kid who appreciated anyone who treated him like a person, not a baby. Alex had to be talked into liking Cee. “I had to prove to her that I wasn’t just another nerd for her brother’s class. I had style, I was cool. Right up until I got pregnant... suddenly, mum, no style.” She laughs again but can’t quiet keep it up. The baby for Cee is much like Alex for Sev. An open wound, better not to prod at it too much. “She... I think she was the only person who didn’t treat me like glass after, you know? I don’t know, I was so ashamed to see your family after, like-- like I’d fucked it all up and everyone was so nice. I couldn’t-- well she still treated me like I was me. Asked if she was still her it’s godmother anyway.” It was hard to place herself in Sev’s position; losing a younger sibling. She is Alex in her family. Two doting older brothers. She knows that Mycroft feels a certain levl of responsibility for his younger brothers that Celia doesn’t. Myc had always been a grown up, no need to baby him. “What do you think she would be doing now? In some sort of rock band?”

SEVERIN Alex Moran had always had a mind of her own. Screaming until she was called Petya, biting teachers, breaking every rule she had been set and then some. No one, with the occasional exception of Seb who she had a special soft spot for, would be cool enough. Cool for her was not caring at all. She was effortless in her style and her rebellion, a born hellraiser. The more his kind lingered, the more he ached to see her again. He wasn’t going to break the illusion that Cee had of her, because in all truth Alex probably didn’t know how to treat someone like glass. “Cheeky fucker.” Severin shook his head a little, knowing he’d missed the toughest year with her. “Hmmmm, maybe. She talked about joining the army, even though mum was dead set against it. Even started to dry out a bit.” One of the last nights he had as holding her hair back, watching the absolute state she had worked herself into with bloodied fists on the edge of alcohol poisoning. “I don’t think sitting still was ever an option.”

CEE “I can only assume your mother telling her no would push her towards it.” Celia had never known a real parental-child relationship until she came into the Moran family. They seem to all take up their parts in a play; Sev the golden boy, Alex the daughter who couldn’t help but hate her mother. It was hard to imagine Celia ever fighting with Violet. If she went by what Mycroft said about their mother, Violet had never shouted in her entire life. Cee didn’t remember her father raising her voice that often either; he never needed to. “You know, I was half terrified we could have an Alex. Loved her to bits, obviously--” Cee smirks again. “But she kinda of scared me.”

SEVERIN “Absolutely. If mum had said yes, I bet she would have stayed at school out of spite.” He felt her breath on his face and lent forwards just enough to press a kiss to her cheek. But then he blinked. And blinked again just to be sure. “Have?” It was probably a drunken slip of the tongue, almost nothing. The issue was that nothing could be the ticket to exactly what he dreamed of. “I don’t blame you, she was terrifying. I don’t envy dad. But then imagine if we had a tiny know it all like you, well, I’m not sure I’d stand a chance.”

CEE Her smile is starting to get weaker. Her laugh sounds more like a sigh. Cee was never sure if she really regretted the miscarriage. That’s what made it worse. She half convinced herself that she had sent bad vibes to the baby. Not she told Sev this. She didn’t tell Sev very much after that. At least she knew she regretted that. It just felt as if she had given too much to him, let him get too close, allowed herself to be swayed from the goal. How was a baby going to help her make chief-of-surgery by thirty-five? Things had shifted in her mind since then; she had time to grow up a little bit. But she couldn’t say she had ever really dealt with that trauma, just learned to live with it. Forced herself to face it everyday and usually beat it. Saved mothers, healthy babies; everything she couldn’t have for herself she tried to give. “Do you think we would have actually made it? Young, dumb medical students with a baby. Happily married with dreams jobs? I just don’t-- didn’t see that. I think I would have resented you. And baby. I think-- I would have ruined it some other way. You would be a cute single dad though, all the nurses would fancy you. Proper superman. With the bitch of an ex-wife.”

SEVERIN Bringing it up was a stupid move, he should have left it. Except despite her fallen face, she didn't brush him off or freeze him out. There was room here to try and discuss the topic like adults, so long as he didn't push too firm. He pulled away just enough to get a better look at her face, not kissing Cee again simply to give her the chance to speak if she wanted to. "The job was your dream, you wanted it. It isn't mine. It's a means to an end." He could be changing plasters as a nurse in a primary school for all he really cared. He didn't need the title, or the accolades. If anything, they made it worse. Earning the approval of the board meant he was putting politics before patients, and that couldn't sit right with him. He didn't fault her for being ambitious, in fact he adored it about her. But she had to understand that this wasn't the be all and end all. He would sacrifice it in seconds, and already had more than once today with his stupid choices. Her comment about divorce aught him off guard. If she saw it ending in flames then... "Do you want to do this? A second go, I mean? I'm not... if you don't see it, why give me the chance?"

CEE Cee doesn’t ever remember having a conversation with her family about work v. home life. Morland worked twenty-four hours a day but it was more out of necessity than choice. And he never pitied his wife for wanting to spend all her days with her children. Someone have said Morland’s worldview had some sexist undertones but he raised his children all the same and Celia doubted he would have raised an eyebrow if Mycroft suddenly stepped down from his senior position to raise kids. Although, it would be very odd. But she knew, through his mask of delight, that Morland was disappointed when Celia got pregnant. That she was cutting her abilities short. Raising children is a fine pursuit, he might have said, but compared to medicine? Even she, who was witness to the magic of childbirth and parenthood every other day couldn’t compare the two. “No-- I mean then. I mean-- when we were kids pretending we weren’t. I had my mind on one thing and one thing only back then. That’s not-- I mean it’s still a little true but only because I don’t have anything else. If there was someone else...” she presses her lips together, then leans in to bump her nose against his. “I missed you. I never stopped missing you but I’d glad I had that time to grow by myself. I don’t think I was a very nice person when we broke up.”

SEVERIN Cecelia had every right to think they were children, pretending. The problem lay in that this man, this shadow of his former self, it was more of a mask than the happy father to be. The Severin of seven or eight years ago was effortless, probably a little naive but it was easier to smile. Easier to trust people. Far easier to sleep at night. A hum escaped his lips. “Hey- hey you’ve got me. You always have me.” And she would. “Whatever this ends up like... you’re stuck with me now.” In all truth, she wasn’t a nice person when they broke up. Whether that was intentional or not, he had been playing along like they might be able to fix things far longer than a sane man should have. From where he stood now though, he could only see it with rose tinted glasses. “I don’t regret any of it. I’d say I’d do it again in a heartbeat but I’m already here.” He pulled away, checking the time on his watch with a heavy sigh. “I should check in with Sam. Or downstairs. Sebs on observation overnight, he’ll need a change and a toothbrush or something..” He is noted the deeply purple finger on his hand, and the aches from beneath his shirt that still went unchecked. The near thirty hours without sleep was evident on his face, and yet his work was never finished.

CEE “That’s a lot of commitment for a first date.” Her grin suggested she didn’t mind. There was no taking it slow for them; it had been a ten year wait, filling time really. Her eyes followed his to his watch but she whined, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his head into his chest. “Don’t go. I can call Sam, I won’t get drawn into it. You can stay here and I can help with your face.” The doctor pulled back to inspect, holding onto his chin and tilting his head to either side, with a little more force than she would with one of her real patience. “You know... you kind of suit a black eye. Kinda sexy.”

SEVERIN “Good thing I’m not worried about scaring you off” There wasn’t going to be an in between for them. It just wasn’t an option. Even when it came to sex, they knew each other too well just to stop at the physical. Even the failed attempt at dancing around the point was stupid, in hindsight. He winced, but pressed against her anyways. God, we wanted to say yes. “Maybe. I think it’s safe to say this isn’t going to go away quietly.” His mind related backed to his friends crushed, confused face. Yet another thing to feel bad for. He always gave Sam the benefit of the doubt, it was why he needed him as the second opinion. He had acted so coldly that even Moira would be proud of him. He didn’t fight as he was examined, drawing a breath through his teeth. “Don’t get used to it, I’ve learnt my lesson. I’m getting extra security guards whenever Bash is on duty.”

CEE “I don’t scare off easy,” she nods. After one last kiss to the forehead, she steps off of him, her long giraffe legs moving with improbable grace. There is a joke around the hospital that Celia is 90% legs and it was a mystery as to how her legs held up her brain. And her ego but no one said that to her face. “Listen, take a breath, take a drink. I’ll call Sam and get an update, and then check the nurse group chat and get a real update.” Maybe ask Mary too, for a woman who pretend to be above it all she always knows everything. She moves back into the kitchen and returns with her phone in one hand an ice pack in the other. “Knuckles or eyes first? I think I’d go for the eye.”

SEVERIN The second she had left his lap, Severin leant forwards to grab his glass and take a sip from his drink again. He tried to stretch the swollen fingers, the purple one looked the worst but nothing felt broken. He very much wasn’t in the mood to fight anymore. “You shouldn’t tell him I’m here.” It was too long winded to get into, and realistically the American was going to put the pieces together himself. But give Sams very valid opinion that Severin couldn’t be objective around his... (ex? That didn’t sound right?) around her, it wasn’t the best idea to give him grounds for concern. “Oh god, the nurses know?” Of course they did, but the reality that it had hit the level of the nurses group chat made his stomach sink. And, it reminded him why he had been pulled up in front of the board in the first place. The fact no one was getting a raise this year was going to play wonderfully in their eyes. “How about neither, and we just let the ground swallow me while instead?”

CEE “That’s who I heard it from like two hours ago; the nurses know everything.” She handed over the ice pack and placed the phone to her ear, sitting on top of Sev again. “Why, are we a secret?” She covered the receiver as she spoke but the call rung out to voicemail anyway. “If we’re going to sneak around, you’ll have to let me know, because I’ll have to redo my whole wardrobe to accommodate-- not single but trying to look single, ease of getting in and out of and heel height for kisses.” Cee placed the phone back to her ear as it began ringing again and on the fourth ring, an American voice greeted her less than enthusiastically. “Hey you,” she used her sing-song voice, over twenty years of getting daddy to give her what she wanted, made men melt. “What’s the gossip? Heard there was a punch up?” It takes ten minutes of lectures about gossiping and how it’s a serious matter before Cee decides she should have just checked the group chat. She even gets off Sev, starts to pace. At one point she looks Sev directly in and the eye and says, “Sev? No, I haven’t seen him.” It’s so horribly obvious. Eventually, she hangs up with a disgruntled huff. “He hates me. He hates me more now you go all doe-eyed around me.”

SEVERIN "They may as well lead with it on the evening news." He took the ice pack, moaning a little as he pressed it to his face with his bad hand. May as well do both at the same time. He shuffled to let her get comfy, until her conversation pulled her away. He cracked a smile at her voice though, he'd heard that tone before. Usually when she needed to know which set of notes he'd borrowed or if he was planning on going to the library tomorrow. She still scrunched her nose the same way, even if her age wore it well. They weren't sneaking around as such just... letting it develop without an audience. Everyone already knew more than they should, it would take the pressure off to give them some time to figure things out. Not that they seemed to need it, it was an old routine. He had finished his glass by the time her phone call finished, watching her pace with nervous energy. The second the line went dead, he had to know. "Is Bash alright? Does he need anything? Should I go over there? I can be there in, well..." He flicked his wrist to see his watch again, a nervous habit. He cried out a little, forgetting about the swelling in his hand.

CEE She opens her mouth to say everything is fine, mostly but then changes tact and instead, gives a small gasp of terror. “No, everything is awful! Seb and Bash started fighting again and somehow the brawl moved into one of the upstairs toilets. They smashed up the sinks and water was going everywhere. The bottom two floors of the hospital are now flooded; patients are floating along corridors and Sam said it was reminiscent of scenes from the Titanic.” She takes her first deep breath, keeping up the panicked look, and continues. “Sam said he lost Bash and Seb for a while, but, still locked in a wrestling match, they made thier way down four flights of stairs because Seb demanded they go to WHS in search of a toothbrush. Meanwhile, somehow, on the fourth floor, a fire has started. It spread through to where we keep the oxygen tanks and the whole hospital exploded. Luckily, the flooding sort of... stopped the explosion though... and... okay, I’m out of imagined chaos.

Yes, everything is fine. Seb is a big boy. Bash is... being looked after. Sam has a handle on it all. Sue from accounting slept with the porter Chris, which honestly, after her divorce; totally valid.” She reaches up to take over icing his eye. “Until a phone rings, or my pager goes, the hospital does not exist. It’s just me... and you...” she kneels on the floor in front of him and for, she realises then, the first time that night, she leans up to kiss him. Slow and deep, like a first kiss. “You have to chill.”

SEVERIN Instantly, he was on his feet. Even now, he fell for her tricks- hook line and sinker. He was so easy to mess with, and far too transparent for his own good. Only as her hysterics hit the Titanic did he catch on, rolling his eyes at her stream of events. It wasn't far off reality. As their lips met, he stopped caring about anything outside of these four walls. The city of London could burn down and he wouldn't notice, dying a very happy man indeed. He kissed her back, sliding off the sofa very smoothly for someone who was supposed to be in pain. "I can chill. Need me to prove it?"

CEE “Why do I feel like your proof for chilling isn’t very chill at all?” It felt like they were back in university again when he kissed her; she was being pulled away from stacks of notes with kisses and seductive whispers. Take an hour off, just sixty minutes. Somehow, the hour always became two and two, more than often, because three. It was something of a miracle that they didn’t get pregnant sooner. “Oh,” she giggled against his lips, pushing him back into the sofa to move on top of him again. “I have a great idea. We one up the fighting rumours and say you got a black eye from trying out to somer super exotic sex position. That would travel way quicker around the hospital than a stupid fight.”

SEVERIN “Whatever do you mean...” He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her exactly where she settled. He stopped kissing her, only to trail yet more kisses down onto her neck and her collar. They hadn’t got the date they expected, but it looked like she was in the mood for him to stay the night anyway. He was practiced at being the perfect distraction after all. “Right. Subtle, I like it.” She had more than enough fun circling rumours about his entire extended family. “I think the witnesses to the other event might have something to say about it but sure, why the hell not.”

CEE "There is nothing subtle about me baby." Her hands move from unbuttoning his shirt to pulling the zip down at the back of her dress; restless, a little too urgent. She never felt embarrassed with him, or like she was stepping over the mark. Even as they danced around each other for the past six months; they made a good team in and out of the bedroom. "Wait, wait," she gives a annoyed little groan. "Stop, I want this to be-- our second first time was on your office floor. At least let me light some candles in the bedroom or something. We're not... horny teenagers anymore, we should be having sex like adults. With some prep."23 October 2020

SEVERIN “You can say that again.” He grinned from ear to ear, total putty in her hands as she undressed him. He tried to help with the zip, even if it was a little awkward. When she stopped to whine, he paused too. Had he done something wrong? No, she was finding all new objections. “What are you talking about? Sex?” He played it confused, furrowing his brows almost comically. “I though we were going to get into some pyjamas and have a nap- seeing as you wanted chill.” He didn’t care about candles, or ambience. She was the only important part of that whole equation. “Speak for yourself, I think I could still pass for a first year without the stubble.”

CEE She seemed to struggle between having some semblance of being mature adults and-- well, getting laid. In that one respect, she had not grown up and had no real intention of it. While she hadn’t pursued many, if any, serious romantic relationships since the demise of theirs, she couldn’t say the same about more casual pursuits. It was the most fun way to burn calories after all. “Alright, fine, we can have fun, spontaneous living room sex until we are-- all official and holding hands in public. From then on in, it’s only boring missionary sex with lights off in the bedroom. Like adults.”

SEVERIN “Hey,” He leant back into the sofa, pulling away to get a good look at her. “If you want special then let’s do it. It’s not- I don’t want to hide anything. It’s not that at all.” He knew the weight of expectation, and the fallout that falling apart would mean now he was technically her boss. “It’s more giving this a shot without work politics, without your family or mine. Just us. And I don’t think I can agree to that- nothing about you will ever be boring.”

CEE Cee ran her hand through his hair, nodding along. To be with him, without expectation, might be nice. Not to be in the nurse group chat everything other day because she met eyes with Sev or they seemed to have had a spat in the third floor ward. “Just us,” she repeats, as if she’s agreeing to a contract. Cee wrapped her arms around his neck. “Take me to the bedroom, and it will be just us.”

SEVERIN He was practically purring at her hands in his hair. Being without this, without her, that was torture. He didn’t even realise how hard that was until now. He had been functioning almost entirely on empty, or just adrenaline. But now it could be them, just them, again. “Nice to know you’re still as demanding as always.” He wrapped one arm around her waist, using the good hand to push against the sofa and get the pair of them two their feet. “You’re going to have to give me directions, remember?”

CEE She is dangerously close to getting lost in his smile. “Oh, shoot. Um--” she glances around as if she has forgotten. “Right to the end of the hall and then to your right. Left! You know at least two of the other doors also have beds so you can’t go too wrong. If you trip over shoes, that’s a closest.” She doesn’t say one of many. When she bought the place the realtor asked if she had any children, hence the six bedroom. No, she had replied, I just have a lot of Dior.

#discord thread 006 | after the fight #( S. M. | v: angsters anatomy )#miscarrige tw #injury tw #death tw #consultingsister

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sireswhore · 4 years

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Blind

Requested? Yes! “really angsty arguement with Scott, tears falling down your face, anger and fear and confusion running through both of your veins, extremely fluffy ending.”

Summary: Y/n and Scott don’t know they have feelings for each other, y/n struggles to get the hint, and it all goes downhill when she finds another guy while Scott gets in his feels.

Warnings; angst, language, drinking

“Hey, I got you your favorite...candy corn!” Scott lied, knowing you hated it with every fiber of your being.

“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out,” you joked.

He revealed your actual favorite candy from behind him with a ‘tada!’ and a cheesy smile.

“That’s more like it Sire,” you snatched it from him playfully while he plopped on the couch beside you.

You and Scott are joined at the hip, ever since you first met you’ve had such an amazing bond. From venting to each other on late nights to laughing at inside jokes and hyping each other up for anything. You guys tell each other things that no one else knows about yourselves, but what neither of you knew is that you both had massive feelings for each other.

You were super oblivious and tried your best to push your feelings aside because you felt like there was no point in waiting around for something that’d probably never happen anyway.

Which brings us here, where you’re on your way to Jack’s place for dinner. Clichély enough, you met him at a coffee shop, where the barista accidentally gave you his order, and he yours. You both laughed at the misunderstanding and hit it off from there with a number exchange of course.

You really liked this guy, the both of you were texting each other nonstop for the past week. Talking about things like pet peeves and arguing over whether or not pineapple should be on pizza.

Jack was nice. Nice enough to be the cause of those butterflies in your stomach every time you thought of him.

He invited you over earlier today on such late notice, but you didn’t mind anyway since you didn’t have anything planned.

So there you were. At the front of his door sending an ‘I’m here’ text, expecting him to open any second.

“Hey cutie,” Jack smiled after the door opened wide, inviting you in.

“Hey you,” you winked, going in for a hug, feeling nice in his snug embrace.

You walked in and you spotted a table for two in the distance, “Wow... you did all this? That’s so sweet,” you smiled up at him.

“Oh, this old thing?” he chuckled and pulled out a single red rose making you gush.

“Oh my gosh it’s so pretty,” you pouted, feeling enamored. It was all so sweet. Isn’t he a dream?

“I know, just like you...” he winked, kissing the back of your hand, making it hard for you not to completely melt right on the spot.

You blushed and said “Thank you” before he leads you to your seat.

After the two of you spent your time talking and dining, you made it to snuggling next to him on his couch while he put on a cute movie for the two.

You hadn’t realized that he has had a little bit too much to drink when you noticed his breath reeked of alcohol and his hands were moving down south a little too quick for your liking, causing you to back away a little bit.

By the way Jack looked at you, you’re guessing that he didn’t quite like that. Now your heartbeat picked up the pace a bit, quickly wondering what’d happen now.

“Um maybe we should wait, I don’t think I’m ready yet,” you chuckled nervously, your hand over his, peeling it off of you slowly.

He sucked his teeth, “I knew it,” he said lowly.

“Excuse me?”

“Y-you led me on, such a tease. I should have seen it coming,” he spat, slurring his words a bit.

Now it hit you like a ton of bricks, you realized exactly what his intentions were, it only took alcohol to reveal his true colors. Wow people, they are disguised...

At that point, you swore you felt your heart crack, of course, it was too good to be true. You cursed yourself for being so gullible.

Jack ran fingers through his hair forcefully before getting up and knocking down one of his trophies out of anger.

You tried to grab his shoulders to calm him down, “Hey-“

“DON’T TOUCH ME YOU BITCH!” he yelled, pushing you, causing you to stumble back a bit.

You let out a small gasp, and there was a look of regret on his face immediately right after he realized what he had just done. He tried to appease you, but it was already too late.

You let yourself out and slammed the door, quickly making it to your car and hitting the gas. Not wanting to spend another second with him.

After you made it about a mile away, stopping at a random parking space to let everything sink in. Your eyes welled up in tears while you let out a broken sob.

‘How could I be so stupid,’ you blamed yourself.

But truthfully you weren’t the one to blame, you had no idea of what was going to come.

After sitting in your car alone for a while, with only the sounds of the cars passing by, you were in the mood for Scott’s company.

You knew he would be the one to make you feel better after everything. You decided to give him a call despite how distant you’ve been for the past few days when you were busy talking to Jack. You were sure he’d understand and welcome you with open arms.

“Heyyy wassup shorty? You busy tonight?” You teased over the phone.

“Heeeey I‘m not.... ‘m not..... hic.... ssshort... m’tallerthanyouu,” Scott hiccuped.

For a split second, your heart sank hearing the sound of his voice. He’s drunk. And you know for a fact that this doesn’t mean anything good.

You knew that there had to be something that happened for him to all of a sudden get wasted.

“Hey is it okay if I stop by? I kinda had a rough night, and I miss yo-“

“Yesh c’mere... m’feelin’ lonely...,” he slurred.

‘Oh boy.....’ you laid a hand on your forehead.

“Alright, I’ll be there soon okay?” You said.

“M’kay,” he replied before hanging up.

You wondered what you were going to be walking into.

Turns out that it wasn’t much after all.

Reaching the front of his door, you grab the spare key under his mat and let yourself in.

“Scott? Are you okay?” You try and grab his attention because it seemed like he didn’t notice when you came in.

You found Scott fast asleep in the living room on the sofa with a half-empty glass of hard liquor on the coffee table.

You sighed in disappointment knowing that you were exactly right. Now you just wanted to know the reason.

Yawning in obvious exhaustion from today’s strains, you thought it was best if you got some rest and let everything unfold in the morning.

You crashed on the empty spot beside him and let slumber consume your body…

——

“Y/n?? What are you doing here?” Scott asks in his groggy voice from just waking up, he lightly nudges you with his elbow to get you to wake up.

“Hm?” You squint trying to make sense of what's going on, you’re barely awake.

“When did you get here stupid?” He chuckled.

“Last night… I got here last night,” your eyes start to flutter open.

“Care to fill me in?” He clears his throat.

“You don’t remember me calling saying that I was coming over because you got wasted, you passed out on the couch when I got here,” you explained.

Scott went pale.

“No I wasn’t, I was just tired so I crashed here,” he lied.

“You’re a terrible liar you know,” you stated, Scott shrugged, not budging one bit.

“If you weren’t drunk then why is that a glass of unfinished Jameson right there and you passed out on the couch instead of sleeping in a bed like a regular person? You can’t sit here and tell me that you weren’t drunk when you can’t even remember the details of last night,” you argued.

“Cut the bullshit, why-“

“BECAUSE I HAVE FEELINGS FOR YOU!,” he cried out, cutting you off. Your impressive interrogation made him crack.

You froze in absolute shock, obviously, you didn’t expect this answer at all.

“and the reason I drank was to get the pain away but now the pain is worse than before knowing that someone else beat me to you... he’s lucky to have someone like you,” Scott says lowly, referring to Jack.

You were speechless, you can’t believe what you’re hearing. You don’t know whether to jump for joy or go up in flames.

“Well if it makes this any better, Jack turned out to be a piece of shit and I came here to be with you,” you murmured.

“Is that why you were crying?” you gave him a confused look when his thumb grazed over your cheek. You totally forgot you ruined your mascara while you cried in your car.

“I swear that little shit-“ Scott started, his anger started to set in as he stood up.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You chased.

“ARE YOU KIDDING?” He laughs intensely, “You can’t be THAT oblivious,” he runs his fingers through his hair.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you holler.

“If I had a fucking dollar for every time I hinted at you, we would be sitting in a different house right now,” Scott stated.

“You’re the person who makes me smile even on my worst days. Your laugh is contagious, and sometimes I can’t help but get lost in your eyes. How can I not think about you all the time?” Scott took a deep breath.

You felt your stomach drop. Countless thoughts raced through your mind but you were still unable to form an actual coherent sentence.

“You’re the only reason I bother to get up in the fucking morning, y/n. Every waking moment I know that you aren’t already mine physically hurts me.”

“I-“ you tried to get a word in only to get cut off by the sound of his voice.

“And you don’t fucking see it! Of course you wouldn’t when you spend your time talking to piece of shit guys like Jack. And then when they do what they do best, you come to me for consolation. And I willingly do that for you with nothing but a smile on my face when underneath that demeanor I'm honestly hurting. I'm wishing how I could be good enough for you, I want to be the reason why you don’t cry,” he ran on.

You couldn’t even protest, you knew everything he said was true.

“How could you be so blind? Maybe if you took two seconds to pull your head out of the sand you’d see that what you’ve been looking for was right in front of you,” he breathed.

“What do they have that I don-“ you cut him off this time.

“Would you shut up and listen to me for two seconds?!?” Scott immediately froze, not wanting to get in your way.

“You are everything I could ever ask for. For fuck’s sake Scott! I want to be more than friends but I always pushed the thought of you being into me away because the thought of losing you scares me. I thought I’d never get a chance,” you finished off.

“Please don’t give me false hope, I’m not a child y/n”

You approached him with a gleam in your eyes.

“How's this for false hope?” you said walking up to him, going on your tiptoes to kiss him. He placed his palm on the side of your face, cupping your cheek whilst deepening the kiss. He pressed your waist against him with the other hand.

You broke the kiss only to give him a couple more pecks while he smiled.

“I know you’re not a child but does this mean you’re my baby?”

#scotty sire #scott sire #vlog squad #fanfic #angst #i hope this is alright!#fan fiction #angst with a happy ending

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wonjeonwrites · 4 years

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remember || yoon sanha

pairing: music producer!reader x idol!sanha

summary: in which YN finally achieves all of her dreams; to make music and to see Yoon Sanha again.

warnings: all fluff

word count: 2.1k

“we’re so glad you’ve accepted our offer, YN!” Mr. Kang beams, leading the way down the brightly lit hallway.

We walk past a few closed doors before stopping at one. The door was painted a clean white and had a blank name plate to the right of it.

“Here we are,” Mr. Kang hands me a key card and gestures to the door, “I figured you’d like to do the honors of opening the door to your studio.”

I smile and take the card, slipping it gently into the slot and pulling it back out. The door beeps and clicks, causing my smile to grow wider.

I push the door open and walk in slowly, taking in my surroundings. Since I haven't moved my stuff in yet, the room is bare, besides a desk and a chair.

“It isn't much,” Mr. Kang sheepishly mutters, walking in behind me, “But we wanted to consult you before decorating it. We figured you’d want to have free reign over how it’d be decorated.”

“It’s a great office,” I whisper, walking around the room, “How soon can I bring my equipment in?”

knock knock

“Come in!” I call out from where I was sitting on the floor.

It was 8AM. After getting the key and settling in yesterday, I was eager to move all my equipment in and begin making music. Today, I had decided to put my desk together and bring in all my necessary gear.

“Hello?” A cheerful voice chirps from the door of my studio.

I peer up from behind my desk and see two men at the door. They both seem to be about 5′9″ and were both smiling widely. One bigger than the other.

“Hi?” I respond back quietly with a questioning tone.

My shyness always did come out during the worst times.

The two men shuffle in and the blonde one extends a hand out to help me up to my feet.

“I’m JinJin and,” He introduces with a deep yet playful voice.

“And I’m MJ! You must be YN!!” The other male interrupts, earning a death glare from JinJin.

I recognize his voice as the one from earlier.

“Yes, that’s me,” I smile softly, shaking both their hands, “You guys are ASTRO!”

“Wah! You know us??” MJ gawks, his eyes opening even wider.

“Yes, I’m actually an AROHA,” I shyly admit, looking back down to my feet.

“Well that makes things so much more better!” JinJin cheers, clapping his hands together, “We wanted to come in and meet you, but the others seem to be running a bit late.”

“That’s totally fine,” I reassure, offering them a seat on the sofa.

I’m glad I chose to bring it in today.

The two men gladly sit on the sofa and start making small talk with me as I return to setting up my desk.

“I wonder where Sanha is?” I question myself, plugging wires in and organizing them neatly behind my desk.

When I had received the job offer from Fantagio Entertainment, I was ecstatic. Making music was my favorite thing to do and I can't believe that at 19 years old, I’m the youngest songwriter under Fantagio.

Another reason why this job had me jumping for joy was the fact that one of the members of ASTRO, Yoon Sanha, was my childhood best friend.

Ever since we were little kids, Sanha and I were inseparable. We were neighbors and spent our whole childhood together. It all changed in 2012, when Sanha left to become a trainee. My heart was crushed.

“YN! Let’s go! Sanha is leaving soon,” My mum calls down from the living room.

My face immediately falls into a frown as I throw on a random hoodie, probably Sanha’s, and trudge down the stairs and out of the house.

As soon as I step onto the driveway, I look to my right and see Sanha struggling to fit a suitcase into the boot of the car. I laugh and jog over, helping him shove the bag into the already packed boot.

“Thanks, Tiny,” He laughs, leaning over and kissing my forehead.

Standing at 5′0″, I was a falling behind in the height department in comparison to Sanha’s impressive 5′7″. I blush as I swat him away.

“Yah! You only do that to remind me how short I am,” I pout, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Of course! And when I reach 6 feet, you’ll be absolutely tiny,” He rasps out, his prepubescent voice slightly cracking.

“It’s time to go, honey,” Sanha’s mom chimes in, sending me a soft smile, her eyes already glossed over and wet with fresh tears.

My stomach drops as I finally come to terms with today. My best friend is leaving. Leaving to start his new life. Leaving to chase his dreams.

My eyes start to sting as Sanha pulls me into a tight embrace, stroking my hair gently. I respond by wrapping my arms around his waist as tight as possible. This will probably be the last time I'll get to have him like this. Today, he’s no longer my Sanha. With his talent and determination, I don't doubt Sanha debuting as idol. He was made to perform.

Soon enough, he’d be Fantagio’s Sanha, then South Korea’s Sanha, then the World’s Sanha. I could no longer hog him and keep him all to myself. No matter how much I loved him.

“I’ll call you every single night and text you any important updates as much as I can,” He promises, pulling back and bringing his hands up to cup my face.

His thumbs reach up and brush away the stream of tears before leaning down and placing a kiss on my forehead.

“I love you, YN,” He cries, looking directly at me, “I know it sounds so stupid, but when we get older, find me. Please remember me.”

My tears fall even faster as I struggle to respond. I simply nod and pull him into one last hug before his mum calls out, claiming that they needed to beat the rush hour.

Sanha sighs deeply before letting me go. He looks at me one last time before turning and getting inside the car. He closes the door, but rolls the window down.

“I love you, Tiny!” He yells, as his father pulls out of the driveway and onto the road.

I laugh through my tears as I struggle to put the words together.

“I love you so much more, Yoon Sanha.”

“JinJin hyung? MJ hyung?” A voice booms from the hallway, breaking me out of my flashback.

After some small talk with the two oldest members, I zoned out a little bit. My heart beat began to speed up as I recognize the voice.

The same voice I remember singing me to sleep when we were younger. The one who fought off my bullies in the school yard. The voice I continued to follow even after the phone calls and text updates stopped. The voice of the boy I had loved. Or maybe still do love.

But this time, it sounded much more mature. And it was followed by 3 other voices.

“In here, Ddana!” MJ yells back, not even getting up from his seat.

“Yah! The whole building will know where you are, MJ,” Sanha’s voice booms as he steps into my office.

My breath hitches as I take in the sight of him. He’d surely grown taller. While I stayed at 5 feet, Sanha looked like he’d reach 6 feet. His black hair had grown out and was resting on his forehead, barely touching his eyes. His face had kept its soft rounded shape but his jaw looked a little bit more defined. His lean body stood tall and was clothed in some jeans and an oversized hoodie.

“It’s MJ hyung, you little brat,” MJ scolds, reaching up to flick the towering maknae’s forehead, “Now, be nice and introduce yourselves.”

I hold my breath as Sanha, followed by Rocky, Moonbin and Eunwoo, turn to look at me. I move my hair out of my face and look up to meet all 6 of their faces.

Sanha’s eyes widen as I flicker my eyes towards him.

I step forward, “Hello, my name is YN, the new songwriter and producer. It’s nice to meet you all.”

Rocky, Moonbin and Eunwoo also bow and introduce themselves, reaching forward to shake my hand. My stomach churns as Sanha stands glued to his spot, avoiding eye contact. I hold my tears back as he avoids me.

He probably doesn't remember me.

“Sanha-yah, don’t be rude!” Moonbin shakes Sanha’s shoulder, trying to push him towards me, “Introduce yourself!”

I let my head fall as my eyes stay glued to the floor. My shoes were suddenly the most interesting thing in this room.

“Ti-tiny?” Sanha’s voice suddenly cracks out, making me whip my head up at him.

He’s moved closer to me now, only an arm’s length away, “YN? Is that you?”

I stare into his eyes and nod, tears starting to brim my eyes, “Yes, it’s me.”

I gasp as a pair of arms wrap around my frame and pull me into a chest. Sanha buries his face into my hair, his body shaking as he cries. I let my own tears fall as I wrap my arms tightly around his waist, pulling him as close as possible.

“I missed you so much, Tiny,” He cries out, one hand reaching up and pushing my hair away from my tear-stained face.

“Tiny?” MJ cuts in, “Wait, you’re THE YN? Sanha’s childhood love?!”

“HYUNG!” the members interject, Rocky swatting MJ on the back of his head.

My eyes widen as I look up at Sanha, his facial expression just as shocked as mine.

“Childhood love?” I whisper, looking at Sanha for answers.

“Hyuuuung!” Sanha whines, barely letting go of me.

“Well would you look at that! I forgot the 5 of us had a meeting to attend today,” MJ stutters out, laughing nervously, “Let’s get going! Don't wanna be late. Bye!”

MJ rushes out of the room, pushing the other members out with him.

I laugh as the other members question the oldest member. I look back to Sanha and see him studying my face.

“Can we talk?” He speaks up, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the couch.

Sanha takes a seat, dragging me down with him.

“Can I hold you?” He asks, eyes flitting around the room.

I respond by moving closer and wrapping my arms around his torso and leaning my head on his chest.

“Is this actually happening?” I whisper, sniffling.

Sanha nods and pulls me closer, placing a kiss on my forehead.

“I have a lot of explaining to do, don't I?”

“Yes! When you stopped replying I cried for days.” I pouted, smacking his chest lightly.

“It got hectic. All the training. The singing lessons. I had to go on diets. I didn't feel like myself anymore and I felt like you wouldn't like the me I became in training.”

I bite back tears as he finishes, “Ddana, I love you no matter what. I told you that I'd always be your biggest fan. To this day, I kept that promise. Where did you think those came from?”

I point to a shelf across the room where I've displayed all of their albums.

“I watched you debut. I watched every single performance and cheered you on. You may have stopped all contact with me, but I made sure to not miss any of your performances.”

“So you’re still my Tiny YN?” He asks, hopeful eyes on display.

“Always.”

Sanha visibly relaxes as I hug him tighter,” But what’s this about being your childhood love?”

“I knew I shouldn't have told my hyungs!”

“Sanha..”

“Okay, I had a crush on you ever since we were little. I was just afraid to tell you and I only came to terms with it a week before I left. I figured that telling you that I loved you then leaving a week after wasn’t the best idea. So, I just pushed it aside. Until my hyungs found some pictures of us that I had brought with me.”

“You literally act like I didn't feel the same way,” I blurt out, “Wait!”

“You liked me, too?”

“Who said I ever stopped?” I mutter under my breath.

“Good thing I still love you, too.”

“What?”

“Hm?”

“SANHA!”

“I love you,” He whispers, using his index finger to lift my chin up and planting his lips onto mine.

I break away and grin, “I love you so much more.”

“I’m so glad you remember me.” He sighs, pulling me into another kiss.

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Kenny Rogers, Adam Schlesinger,...coping with 2020

Worst year ever although there were some good.

It’s too early yet for me to do a quick look back on what 2020 is like here as we’re only going to be in the first of December tomorrow (it’s Nov 30 here) but I just have to as two losses this year broke me. Kind of, well, especially the second one.

You see, before East Asian pop, Jpop and Kpop, Western pop culture was my thing. It still is and this pandemic has made me go back to that recently starting with...the Beach Boys (their westcoast sound caught me, hook, line, and sinker and I wasn’t very fond of the Beatles to begin with...to be completely honest) I’m currently chillin’ to right now, as I write this post. I’m really weak to the westcoast sound. Beach sound/s in general, rather. I’m a big fan of the beach where nature goes, for one. Since some time, a few years ago, deep chill and tropical house music has been my go-to when I want to chill or calm myself down after an outburst of sorts and I put them on when I just feel meh, especially on Fridays. When I dream of being by the sea, the beach or in some island on my own. I live in a country with a lot of beaches and the Visayas here is basically island region Philippines, lol. Like most people, I listen to music according to mood just like the way I dress according to mood. And...it’s no wonder, really that I’m so into the Beach Boys now. RIP the Beatles. My dad played some songs of theirs on the guitar or so but the hold they have on me waned later on and I just think now how overrated they were back then. They did have good songs but when talking of good music, as in really good that it retains the same sound style or so, it’s the Beach Boys for me. Brian Wilson is the man despite his issues and personal struggles.

Anyway, we’re going quickly off tangent. I’ll save the Beach Boys fangirling for another day. lol.

I grew up with western pop culture rife all around me thanks to my American, cowboy country and folk music listening dad, my Carpenters-loving mom and then, college-aged aunts who’d made me see the Titanic film more than my fingers could count---the third is clearly an exaggeration but well...some of it is true and they were why I got into American films like Pretty Woman (we have this in good ol’ VHS in our family home, my grandparents’ in Jasaan), Mannequin, Ghost etc. in the late 80s, coming into the early 90s. So, tired of all the kdrama and uninteresting kvariety shows on tvn and the rebranded local channel, Kapamilya (long story for what we formerly know as ABS-CBN, the nation’s a mess right now and our gov’t’s just...ick!), I’d retreated to my cave and got into old tv shows I’d watched as a kid instead like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Charmed and it’s been, well, moving on from there. I’m checking out Twin Peaks later. I’ve been watching old Hollywood films too. Some revisits on this include: Casablanca, Gone With The Wind, and especially A Streetcar Named Desire will always and forever be my favorite. Very young and cute and good looking Marlon Brando, ugh. I have some others in the stash which include Bonnie and Clyde I’ll be getting into much, much later, maybe over the weekends and holidays. In sum, I have a long history with western pop culture, especially America’s, more than I have with Japan’s and South Korea’s. The latter being very, very recent so it doesn’t really compare as much.

Let’s get right down to it...

So 2020 had us lose Kenny Rogers to natural causes on March 20 in a hospice and after, Adam Schlesinger to COVID 19 complications on April 1. I know the latter as the songwriter of The Wonders’ That Thing You Do from the film sharing the same song title. I know Kenny Rogers well because my dad listens to him over and over in the car. In pretty much the same way, I know the words to Islands in the Stream by heart and I accept and revere it as one of the best, if not THE BEST country-pop duet songs of all time between Kenny and Dolly Parton...as far as country and pop music in the US of A’re concerned, of course. Miley and Shawn Mendez’s cover of it I’d seen recently was alright but nothing still beats the OG one, as always. With music, it’s just, really always the case.

Kenny departing from us March this year was alright. He was well cared for in a hospice and at the right age too, to leave us and this mess of a world behind for the afterlife. Sounds grim but not really. Heh. He died of natural causes so we know he was at peace and accepted then that his time has come. Fans and long-time listeners of his should also be at peace with this knowledge. I don’t consider myself a fan but since he’s been around so much because my dad plays his songs in the car often, I’m the same. I’ve accepted his passing away early this year. He’s lived his life well and given us good music to listen to should we like to remember him and his works and celebrate his life and legacy doing so.

Schlesinger’s case was way worse because, well, COVID 19. And it’s well...I guess we all saw it coming, me included, that I’d just learned, watching the one of many national English news on ANC that ‘pandemic’ is the word of the year according to Merriam-Webster. Timely, huh? Yep. Predictable, really. Sarcasm noted here.

So if someone ever asks what 2020 was about, we only have to say that according to Merriam-Webster, it’s the global (COVID 19) pandemic. Short, not-so-sweet, succinct, and grim. Yep.

This one, Schlesinger’s case, is something I still find difficult to accept. He was only 52 years old! He was at the prime of his life and had some projects still he was working on at the time of his passing so WHY?! I suppose that’s all of us who followed him and his extensive work on tv, film, the stage and his own band, Fountains of Wayne when we heard news he’s passed away due to COVID 19 complications. It’s definitely me now though I learned of it late. Heh.

To cope with the sadness of losing Schlesinger, gone too soon at 52 years old and with an impressive Hollywood tv, stage, film resume to his name since and his own band’s, Fountains of Wayne (FoW) really good discography, by the way, I’ve been listening to FoW’s Welcome Interstate Managers---all of the contents of said album/record---and That Thing You Do’s OST with the Beach Boys’ Sounds of Summer Best of in between. My favorite song on Welcome Interstate Managers is the sarcastic take on real life as an everyday worker in sales, Bright Future in Sales. As much as I like chill sounds where music goes, I like me some music with lyrics jolting us back to grim reality in much the same way I like films (indies, mostly, or lesser known short and full-length ones) that tackle social issues not frequently discussed in public or so but we are aware are there, still plaguing much of today’s society. I live for cynical, satirical, ironic, and even hyperbolic stuff about real life actually. It may be why I’m so entrenched and attached to the era where we all hated ourselves---the 90s. Although one would say much of that sentiment or feeling did carry itself to the 2000s, though. I don’t know about you, but until now, I still hate or have heavy dislike for myself and everything else around me, especially our gov’t or current admin here in the Philippines, and people in general so I don’t think it ever really goes away. And going off tangent again for the nth time today.

Anyway, my 1996 was That Thing You Do on HBO in our household...on and off along with other 90s films like The Craft, Clueless, Jawbreakers (I think this still plays in Cinemax from time to time) so of course losing Schlesinger also was...rather, is hard. He’s done so much and he was supposed to be working on more and he’s left such a deep mark here for us, avid fans of American pop culture...I suppose, even the casual ones. Aside from his That Thing You Do, I’d also seen Josie and the Pussycats at some point. I don’t remember when, where...though I did watch some episodes of the cartoon on Cartoon Network (CN) so of course, I’m pretty sure I’ve seen the film of it as well. He worked on a track or some tracks there, too.

2020 sucks. COVID 19 sucks. This global pandemic sucks. But at least there’re films, tv shows, music, stage musical plays turned movies (Jonathan Larson’s Tick, Tick...Boom! is coming to us soon with Andrew Garfield in the lead---I’m wary of Garfield being a forgettable actor since The Amazing Spider Man because Dane Dehaan was what made that for me, to be quite honest so I’m not so sure of him being Jon here and as a self-respecting Larson fan since Rent, I’d rather they casted Neil Patrick Harris/NPH since he was in the London stage for this way back anyway...) to keep us entertained and fine until then. What would it take for ‘rona, and I’m not talking about the American Corona beer here that’s really popular in the west coast, to go away? I, like the rest of you in self isolation or quarantine, tend to think so but I don’t think we’ll have any answer to that until the vaccines are well underway by spring next year. Or at least, that’s what health authorities and scientists tell us anyway. I get reminded of it often in the news and I only tune in to that once in a while now because even that, following that daily, breaks my mental faculties down due to stress and pressure and all and I can’t have that when I still have so much, at the back of my mind, to do.

But anyway, time to conclude this one with one of my favorite The Wonders songs, All My Only Dreams just to end on a good note, better than the last paragraph’s ending at least and to remember Schlesinger as well that we’d lost this year along with plenty others we’d met in passing who’ve also left this world especially due to COVID 19 complications. I know we know a lot of those. For me, it’s a distant relative or family member I’d known since young but don’t have particular fluffy bunny feelings for because of some things that happened between the guy and me growing up in the NCR/Caloocan City to be exact. There’s also my good friend and former co-worker’s only remaining parent, her dad and a few more, I’m sure. So I hope 2021 would be better but I doubt it...very much. It’s still looking pretty dim, grim and bleak from here, where I’m currently standing in 2020.

Before we really end though, COVID 19 is definitely not a hoax. It hasn’t been since the first cases started in Wuhan, China. It’s just, only been getting worse and still continue to claim lives and spread to more people even those at home. So as someone who comes from a household of mostly medical workers or health care workers here, we should really be very careful about and around it. Let’s take the necessary health protocols seriously like wearing a mask out and maybe the face shield too and always keeping the sanitizers, alcohols in our bags among others---hygiene and sanitation, disinfection. It may come off really anal of me and I am not anal (I don’t like people with Type A personalities in the first place, lol...I’m just a very cautious Virgo, really, and a Type X---mix of Type C and D personalities) but seriously, SERIOUSLY, I can’t stress this enough, COVID 19, the virus SARS-COV2, that causes it is real. Very real and once it’s in your system, it can go the fatal, deadly way or just the mild and you’ll recover later anyway way. It’s not picking which people should die next and which should not, really. It’s really just there making a mess of things that are already messy since the beginning. My point being, it’s just better if we don’t spread it or are careful enough not to contract it with following health protocols set by health experts, scientists to help us get by this...pandemic.

Well here’s to 2020 being over soon and 2021 creeping in on us soon enough.

P.S.

Billie Armstrong of Greenday upped a cover of That Thing You Do as a tribute to Adam and the youtube live of the Wonders coming together again to pay tribute to and celebrate Adam’s life may still be up on the ‘tube. I have yet to see the latter but enjoyed the former. They are just so...sweet and precious. Ugh. Adam Schlesinger, gone too soon indeed. :(

PPS

Another songwriter/contributor in the TTYD OST passed away last year, too. Rick Elias. Cause of death is brain cancer. I had a friend from college, young and so full of life and dreams, who passed away due to the same thing so I’m kind of aware how this goes. Ugh. Cancer sucks. All of these are just so...sad. Depressing, actually.

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Life in Rockland 2

[Life in Rockland is a creative writing project utilizing a specific OC in place of the MC for the “Rumors of Rockland” series. I do not own any part of the Rockland universe, only my OC. Fair warning, creative writing is not my forte. This is a means of practice and a fun way to enjoy the content further].

Sasha’s in a much better mood than a few hours ago. As she settles in for the night though, she’s faced with a small predicament that grows into a much deeper pondering about the day’s events.

Setting: After game events

Play: Rumors of Rockland- Article 2

[Spoilers below for RoR Article 2]

Sasha’s Choices:

[Get Help]

[I get the impression people can get away with a lot around here]

“Speaking”

Thinking

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The sound of tapping filled the room.

Sasha wasn’t typing, just lightly tapping on the top of her laptop while sitting at her desk.

I would have called or texted him by now. Well I mean it’s late, won’t hurt if it’s not today. God I wanted to talk about everything though, but…

She sighed and pushed her laptop to the side. She shifted her chair over to the other side of the desk and reached over to pull a small pot close to her.

“Hello Hydra~ You’re always a good listener. Mind hearing me out? I got a little problem. It’s supposed to be good to talk to your plants anyway,” she chuckled.

It was a small venus flytrap. Nothing extravagant, but she loved the bright green stalks and red mouths. All wide open with the exception of one.

“Oh look at that. Looks like you already found yourself some dinner. You’re the best bug repellent a girl could ask for.”

She gently petted the closed mouth.

“So see, this town is definitely small. Pierce wasn’t kidding about running into people again. I just didn’t expect THIS kind of situation to happen so soon.”

“So let’s run over the details again. I told Pierce there was a raging alcoholic last time I went to this place. He said dude was probably being emotional and just blowing smoke, but I should probably keep my distance from wild cards like him anyway. Yet I ended up having a pretty good time with Avery and Callum tonight. So I’d like to say bad first impression that led to a misunderstanding and all’s good now. At least…that’s what I’d LIKE to say.”

Sasha sighed.

Fuck I feel awful even having these thoughts after Avery and Callum were nice enough to get me more familiar with people.

“It’s the middle part that’s killing me a bit here. I guess I just kind of pushed it to the back of my brain while settling down in the bar.”

“Okay first of all, I don’t regret my actions. I would hate myself if I hadn’t done SOMETHING. Callum’s such a sweet guy, and I really feel like he was about to get beaten up. No offense to him, but he doesn’t exactly look like a fighter. It was also 2-on-1 anyway. God, what if they would have killed him out of prejudice?! Am I overreacting? Maybe, but I don’t know.”

“But hey, it’s not like I would have made the odds any better if I had joined in myself. I don’t really have any fighting skills, and something tells me two grown men aren’t going to be that intimidated by 5’4” woman. Not to mention, I don’t sound intimidating at all. If I had at least SOMEONE else with me, maybe…did that once with Pierce.”

Sasha started reminiscing.

“There actually was one time where Pierce and I came across someone being hassled near a bar. But Pierce and I approached pretending to be the dude’s friends. We just made our voices VERY loud about how were happy to see the guy and then said something along the lines of ‘Dude come on, you’re so late. Everyone’s been waiting, stop holding things up.’ Think we were pretending to be in a hurry. Pierce literally just cut by the jerks, grabbed the guy’s arm and we just all walked together to the bar while continuing our conversation about our very made up plans. I was dead afraid those guys were going to jump us from behind, but it never happened. The dude we pulled out of there was definitely grateful. I thought it was cool, but Pierce told me later that method won’t always work for everyone. We just got lucky that the guys we came across were the type that didn’t like attention being drawn to their shitty attitudes. Pierce said some people won’t give a damn though about who sees their nasty side. So with that in mind and the fact I can’t really act as smoothly as Pierce can anyway…yeah no way I could have jumped in to help Callum without backup.”

That’s a VERY different approach than the one Avery took too…

“Look I don’t know why I didn’t think to just call the police. I either wasn’t thinking, or I just thought they’d blow me off for it just being drunken bar nonsense that wasn’t even happening in the establishment.”

Now it doesn’t sound like people call the cops much anyway in Rockland.

“I didn’t know Whesker wasn’t there. I just saw Avery and well…things turned out okay. But how was I supposed to know he was going to nearly beat the two drunks to death tonight. It’s not like I care for garbage like that, I just think personally playing executioner to some folks without attempting to even dissolve the situation peacefully first is just…” Sasha groaned.

“Okay, calm down Sasha. Maybe you’re just overexaggerating the situation. Just because you heard…bones cracking, doesn’t necessarily mean he would have gone all the way, right? People can sometimes just be fragile.”

He said he wanted to snap someone’s neck last week. He’s not all bark and no bite.

“Fuck, stop Sasha!” She muttered to herself and placed her head in her hands.

“Avery was protecting his friend. The drunks were homophobic and might have hurt Callum. Maybe they would have even killed him! Not like they didn’t earn at least a punch in the face. Callum’s safe now, and both Avery and Callum treated me so well tonight. Why the hell am I being so judgmental?”

Because I almost watched two men get murdered in front of me?

“Ridiculous.”

Sounded like stuff like this happens under the radar a lot.

Sasha got up from her desk and heading towards the bathroom. She turned the sink on and started splashing water on her face. She took a few deep breaths and looked in the mirror.

“Hey, you’re new. Feeling a little jittery is all. You’ve never really known much anywhere other than your own home for most of your life. It’s a lot of new experiences at once. …Why the hell am I talking in second person?”

Sasha left the bathroom and sat back in front of Hydra again.

“I’m the new person here. Everyone else has been here for a long time. I’m more like a guest or intruder at this point. Sounds like things will only go south for me if I get too nosy or mess with the wrong people. When have EITHER of those ever been a problem for me? Hell, I never even drank underage. Pierce calls me too boring at times too,” She chuckled.

“Worst crime I feel like I’ve ever done is jaywalking. And yeah, I know if there’s ever trouble, I’m the type to go to the proper authorities for help. Whether it was work, school or town life. But I’m an adult, and if this place is more of a ‘you take care of your own business’ type of deal, I need to respect that and take responsibility for myself. MOST of the people I’ve come across have been nothing but friendly towards me. Maybe I need to stop jumping to conclusions. There’s no way that I’m going to be scared off back home by stuff like this.”

I won’t lie, it’ll hurt my pride a little if I move back home just because I didn’t try to fit in.

“Well I’m not sure if I’m being open minded here or too lenient out of naivety. I AM sure that Pierce would raise an eyebrow though. There’s no way I could explain away how I knew to call out to Avery in the bar. I didn’t say his name last week, but he’ll remember the alcoholic I mentioned. Now if this was in our town, Pierce would probably make some kind of weird joke about this. But I think…he wouldn’t admit it but I think he’s been a little anxious lately that he’s not here with me to watch my back.”

She pet one of Hydra’s heads.

“When we’re together, he likes to poke fun at me and take me to my places that sometimes aren’t in my comfort zone. But that’s only if he’s confident enough himself that he can get us out of a tight bind we might get into. He never took to me to anyplace extremely dangerous or introduced me to people he didn’t trust. He doesn’t know anyone in Rockland. I’m sure telling him how the possible alcoholic can possibly beat people to death would put him on edge. Especially since I’ve run into Avery twice now. Pierce would be nervous about that proximity.”

So I’m fighting between relying on my hometown friend’s judgement and giving new people a chance. Not to mention putting my own judgement skills to the test here.

Sasha leaned back and hummed to herself.

“So here’s the story. Callum was getting hassled in the alleyway. I called out to his friend from last week who was having a bad time. Out of necessity of course. He came and knocked the drunks away and then Callum, Avery and I had a good time going over the different citizens in town. There we go. Short and simple. Not even a lie. Why was I even overthinking all this? If Pierce presses, I’ll just say Avery can look scary. Dude IS pretty tall too, probably can stare off a lot of people with just a glare.”

Definitely believe he’s not to be messed with.

“I missed the VERY beginning when Avery entered the alleyway anyway. Callum may have sounded chipper, but who’s to say Avery hadn’t spotted one of the dudes trying to pull a knife or something. If you’re gonna beat a knife and two guys with just fists, you BETTER act fast.”

Sasha nodded to herself.

“Everything’s fine. Even the drunks at the end of the day will recover. Hopefully learned a lesson and become better people, but that’s up to them.”

She looked at the clock. It really WAS late. Sasha stretched her arms and headed over to the closet, looking for some nightwear to change into.

“…but seriously, who the hell is Kinley?”

#Rockland #Rockland Games #Rumors of Rockland #runawayoutlaw #rottenbonethief #my OC #Sasha Holmes #Life in Rockland #RoR

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Robb Stark-Betrothed (requested)

This was requested by @dany-draecarys .I’m sorry I didn’t post it sooner, but I it’s weekend now so I will try to post more now! I hope you like it doll

Plot: you have know since you were little that prince Robb Stark would be your husband one day. It’s time to meet him, and to discover if being promised to an unknown man is good or not.

Being engaged to an unknown man since you were born made you different from other girls. It had its advantages; you didn’t have to worry about not having a husband to spend your life with, or you were free to dress as you liked as you didn’t have to impress anyone. But it had perks too. He could be an old ugly man, he could be brute with you or he could just not care about you. Your oldest brother, Robert Baratheon, told you in your nineth birthday that you were to marry the eldest son of Ned Stark. It was a convenient alliance, you understood; the union between the South and the North would make things go better. Yet you couldn’t help but think that it wasn’t fair.

You were the youngest of four brothers, and the oldest one could be your father. Actually, you knew he was friend with you betrothed’s father. Stannis had always been more of a stranger than a brother to you. He was too severe, and you knew that his ambitions of power were dangerous. Renly and you were very close, however. You were part of an important dynasty, so as a child you couldn’t have a lot of friends. He was there for you, helping you to hide when your tutor wanted to teach you to sew; and you were there for him, when you discovered that he liked boys. So, it felt right to ask him to come with you the day of your 18th birthday, when you would meet your soon to be husband.

The carriage left King’s Landing behind soon, and you felt like a part of you was disappeared with it. Inside the little carriage where you travelled, fit Cersei Lannister, Robert Baratheon, Jamie Lannister, little Joffrey and yourself. Renly was riding a horse next to it, and Tyron Lannister (your favourite one) was in the front with the horses. The ride was silent, until you had to stop in a clearing to give water to the horses. You took advantage of that and stretched your legs.

- You seem tired. -Renly said, walking with you.

- And it’s not even half of the journey yet. -you said. -I’m going to die brother, but I will not go down without taking one of you with me.

- Can you be any more dramatic? It fits you, the young wolf and the drama queen.

- The young wolf. -you said, sitting by a river and putting your feet in it. – I really hope his nickname is not wrong, and he is indeed young.

- Robert is an old bastard, but he loves you. He won’t marry you to a beast.

- What if I don’t love him? I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with a man that I don’t like. -you sighed.

- Then you can just talk him into my bed! I will gladly take your place in warming a prince’s bed.

- You are like a man whore I swear. -you laughed.

- Y/N, you are funny, pretty and you are a princess. -Renly said, placing his hand on your shoulder. -He will like you, and if he doesn’t, you can just kill him in his sleep.

- Renly! You are the worst!

- Why? I’m sure Cersei can help you to plan anything.

After talking to your brother for a while, Tyron said that is was time to get into the carriage again. You spent two weeks in there, and then you started to see the snow. The landscape was completely white, the sky was grey and there were animals that you had only read in books about. Truthfully, you had your doubts about living in a place like that. It was so cold, so dull, and you didn’t know anyone there. But that changed quickly.

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Robb had been nervous all day. When he woke up, there were two slaves ready at his door to prepare him; he took a bath, shaved, cut his hair and dressed up in his best ropes. His mother, Lady Catelyn Stark, had warned him about doing anything wrong. Princess Y/N had to get a good first impression of him, otherwise their marriage would be awful. He didn’t know if she was a young beautiful lady or an old ugly one; if she was kind or power-hungry. Jon had been trying to calm him all week, but in that moment, standing next to his father waiting for her, he was more nervous than ever.

The sound of horses could be heard from afar, and soon a carriage appeared in front of the Stark family. He could hear Arya squealing exciting in the backroom, and he felt Theon’s hand on his shoulder. In the front he recognised Tyron Lannister and Renly Baratheon, his soon to be brother-in-law. The first one to come out the carriage was Robert Baratheon, who hugged his long-life friend Ned. Then, his wife and her brother with the prince Joffrey. And behind him, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had long hair, and Robb didn’t need to touch it to know it was soft; he wanted to spend all day running his hands through it. Her eyes were deep brown, and her lips were full and curved in a smile. Their eyes locked, and the voices around them disappeared. Robb had heard about soulmates before, and he was starting to believe that they were real.

- Age is not kind to you, my friend. -Robert said to Ned, waking Robb out of his daydream.

- Neither is food with you. I can’t believe you are fatter than last time. -Ned responded, hugging his friend. -This must be you son.

- What? -your brother looked around, finding Joffrey next to him trying to get all the attention. -Oh! Yes, he is. Doesn’t matter anyway, he is not the reason we are here today.

- Robert don’t talk- Cersei started, but he cut her with his hand.

- We can talk about negotiations later. Right now, I need to talk to my friend woman.

The pair of friends left to the tombs of the castle, wanting to see Ned’s deceased sister and the woman Robert always loved. Sansa was soon glued to Joffrey, and everyone else went to the main hall to prepare for eating. Robb noticed that you didn’t talk to anyone, just stayed next to Renly, and he approached you.

- Prince Renly. -he bowed his head with respect. -I am happy to see that you have arrived safely.

- Indeed. It’s cold here, but we will become acquainted with it soon.

- I’m sure. -Robb then looked at you. -And who is this lovely lady, if I may ask?

- My sister, princess Y/N Baratheon. -Renly said, looking at you with a smile in his face.

- It’s a pleasure, my princess. -Robb kissed your hand, making you blush. -May I steal you from your brother? I would love to know you better.

- I will see you around sister. -he said before leaving.

- Would you like to walk with me, my lady? -you smiled at his deep and soft voice. -I can show around.

- I would love that, my prince. -Robb thought that he could get used to hear your sweet voice for the rest of his life.

Robb offered you his arm, and both of you walked towards the forest. At first, the conversation was awkward and you thought that, even if was the most handsome men in the world, your marriage was going to be boring. Yet he proved you wrong. You talked about your home and your brothers, about the feeling of the sun when you walked between the boats, and he told you about his sisters and half-brother, about the little cub who was slowly growing and soon would protect the king.

- I think I’ve fallen in love with him. -you said, petting the little wolf who was happily lapping you face.

- It seems that he likes you too. -Robb chuckled. -We should go back, it almost night.

- But I don’t want to leave him here! Can I just take him with me?

- I fear not. -he wasn’t sure about showing you the little wolf, most women were afraid of it; but your face told him he was wrong about you.

- I’ve read about them. -you said, placing the whining cub in the floor. -But it’s the first time I see one.

- If you stay here, with me, you will see more of them.

- It’s not like I have a choice, my prince. -you said, walking with him to the main hall.

- Well, I’m giving you one. I know our marriage is planned for…a long time. You are staying here for a few weeks. Whatever you decide, it will be done.

You stared to Robb with your eyes wide. Your brother had told you that there was no escape from an arranged married, and all your life you had thought that it was your destiny to be a perfect wife for him. Yet there you were, facing the possibility of choosing your destiny.

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The Starks were a humble family. You grew up with the Lannister, between lies, treason and bad intentions. There, in Winterfell, everyone seemed to care for each other. In your residence there, you were placed in a room next to Arya’s one. She was a sweet little girl, funny and with great ambitions, pure ones. You saw her fighting, and you had to admit that, for a girl, she was better than half of the boys there. Sansa was kind to you also, but you were growing tired of having her asking you about your dresses and hair styling all the time. Jon talked to you sometimes, but he was shy and reserved. So, you spend most of your time with Robb and Greywind. The wolf had become bigger in a little time, and your relationship with the prince had bloomed.

- Do you think he swing both ways?

- What? -Renly was sitting in front of you, looking at Robb intensely.

- Your boy. He might be young, but I would love to have him in my bed.

- You are disgusting, brother. -you smiled.

- Can you just ask him about it? I’m not jealous, we can share!

- You are the worst. -you said, getting up and walking away.

- Come on Y/N! We can talk about this. -Renly said, behind you.

You smiled and shook your head. Those weeks you thought a lot about Robb’s offer. He was an amazing man, handsome, generous and selfless. When you were little and you fantasized about your future husband, you imagined something very similar to him. If you decided to marry him and to stay in Winterfell, you would miss your brother’s, the hot sun and the see. But if you came back to King’s Landing, Robert probably would marry you off to another man; and luck wouldn’t struck you twice.

- Greywind has been whining for you all day. -a voice startled you.

- He is too spoiled his dad is too sweet to him. -Robb smiled, walking with you to the forest.

- I usually spoil the things I love. -he told you, not sure if he was talking about the wolf or about you. -I heard you and your brother talking about me. I’m flattered.

- Oh, yes. We were talking about you. Pretty intense talk if you ask me.

- Were you telling him about my endless attributes?

- Even better. -you laughed, linking your arm with his and drawing him closer.

- Were you fantasizing about me, my lady? -he smirked.

- Someone was definitely fantasizing about you, Robb. But it wasn’t me.

- What? -his eyes opened wide when he understood. -Your brother! I mean, he is-like us, he is not different of course-wait, no, I mean I don’t like men-but it’s alright! Cool! My future brother in-law wants to bed me.

- That’s healthy! -tears were leaving your eyes from laughing so hard at his expression.

- Should I talk to him? “Hey men, I really like you-but not in my bed?”

- What’s the worst thing that could happened? -you said.

- Laying with him before laying with you? -your smile disappeared with his words. -If you want to, of course. You know you don’t have to stay.

- I know.

- But I would like you to. -Robb stopped, putting himself in front of you. -I know I said I wanted you to make a choice. I…am really fond of you, Y/N. You can be free here. With me.

- I will be your wife. -you whispered. -Just that, no tittle, no authority. Just the young wolf wife.

- And what’s wrong with that? It doesn’t matter who you are to the world, because you will be the world to me.

- That words are not yours. -you smiled, finding surprise in his eyes.

- What? Of cours-

- Your mother or Sansa?

- Actually, it was Jon. -Robb said after a while, his cheeks turning red. -He can-

Robb’s words were cut off by the sound of an arrow hitting the tree next to your head. He looked at it and turned around quickly, with one hand taking out his sword and with the other keeping you behind him. He expected to find some savages or some armed people; but a few feet away only stood his sister with a smug smile in her face. Arya just laughed and ran off, leaving a very pissed Robb behind.

- I do want this. -you said, making the prince look at you.

- Getting hit by an arrow?

- Can you be serious? -you asked, fighting off a smile. -I…wouldn’t mind staying here. I hate the cold, the people here are too brute and I will miss my brother a lot.

- What’s the good part then? -Robb moved closer, so that when he talked, you could feel his frozen breath in your face.

- I do not want to marry yet. If I stay here, I want to enjoy life around. With you, maybe as my lover, but not as my husband.

- We can work on that, my lady.

You pushed yourself a little up, touching your lips with his. He took you by your hips and tilted his head to the side so he could kiss you. His lips were soft, warm and you tasted mint in his mouth. There, moving your lips in synchrony, you felt like home. It wasn’t that bad being betrothed for life.

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koreanmadeingreece · 5 years

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Sing for you

Kyungsoo headcanon #1

Requested by @akutagawahakuryuunosuke. I hope you’ll like it!!

Word count: 4k

Royalty AU where Kyungsoo is a king and you are a dancer.

A/N: This is the work I’m sincerely proudest for. And he isn’t even my bias. I don’t know what happened here, but I hope you’ll enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it.

It was finally time for you to perform for the king. Years of training were leading to this moment, and you were ready. You had heard all kinds of rumors for the king, saying that he was cruel, expressionless, and the worst part was that he refused all marriage proposals from the neighboring kingdoms. He needed a heir more than anything if he were to continue his reign, yet the news of his wedding would never come.

But, that was none of your business anyway. You were just a dancer the king’s people found in the streets, nothing more. All you had to do was perform for him. You were trained for that, as you loved dancing more than anything in the world, and it was a way to make some money while you lived outside the palace.

You had one last practice with the rest of the dancers, and then the maids came in to wash you and dress you in a proper way for a palace dance. Clothes made of silk and jewels richer than what you’d ever seen before were on your skin, could you ask for anything more? You came from the streets and here you were, doing what you love while having access to so many luxuries the rest of the world would never get their hands on. This is the dream life, you thought.

The king had a dinner with his officials, which was always accompanied by some kind of entertainment. Sometimes it was poetry, other times music, but today, you were the one to please him. You were led to the dining room and towards the place you’d perform, when the music started to play. You and the other dancers started to move, just like you had planned to, following the rhythm of the music. But, you didn’t expect one thing, and that was the king to stop talking and turn his entire attention towards the show. Yes, he was supposed to be entertained, but you had been told you’d most likely be ignored. He had too many important things to discuss with his officials, so you’d simply go in and then go out, as if your performance never happened.

He was completely expressionless. He was watching the show in complete silence, almost as if he wasn’t blinking. No, he wasn’t watching the show. His eyes were tracing you, and only you. He seemed to be following your every move, refusing to look away, until your performance was over and you bowed to him before leaving the room.

The next morning found you in your room, resting, as you didn’t have any obligations besides afternoon practice with the other dancers. No shows were planned for the next days, so you had no reason to get up and go outside, until you heard a knock on the door. When you opened it, you met a surprise greater than any other you’d ever expect to meet.

“My lady, the king has ordered for you to visit him today. Please, wear these clothes and come out of your room.” It was one of the king’s men.

“Yes, of course. Do you happen to know why I’m being called? Did I offend him in any way?” You had to be extra careful in front of him, since he was known to be ruthless when someone broke the rules, but not unfair.

“I was simply told to bring you to him in these clothes. Nothing more.” You closed the door of your room and got dressed. The clothes he had brought were in the shade of purple and light blue, and there were also matching jewels. He couldn’t be bringing you these things if he wanted you to be punished for something. So, you put them on and went outside, expecting nothing until you faced him.

The man led you into the palace corridors, away from the servants’ rooms and closer to the king’s residence. You’d never been closer to that place before. Even last night’s performance was where the visitors were allowed to go, and that was nowhere near the king’s chamber. But, you couldn’t do anything at that point besides waiting to see what he wanted.

“We’re here. When you go inside, you have to bow to him and keep your distance. You must remain standing until he tells you what he wants and then you can leave right how you came, without turning your back at him. You will turn after having a few steps backwards. I’ll be waiting outside.” That’s what the man told you. Meeting a king wasn’t an easy thing to do, so you thanked him and went inside.

As you were walking, you heard him speak for the first time in your life. He wasn’t a man of words, so that was natural, especially for a servant, not to have heard him again.

“Let her in,” you heard him say to one of the servants. Moments later, he came to lead you in front of him. You bowed and remained still, just like the guard had told you to. The plan was to do everything you’d been told and then leave, since it was probably nothing too important. “Please, come closer. Take a seat.” And the plan was ruined. They only thing you were told as advice on how to face the king was now gone.

“Your Majesty, is it proper for a servant to sit at the same table as you? I wouldn’t want to cause trouble in any way.” You tried to be as respectful as you could, but you could see things would start going south any minute now.

“Ah, I understand your thoughts. But, please, feel free to sit. I simply called you here to admire your skills, nothing more, so there is no need for you to feel strange.” He smiled at you, only slightly, yet that was unheard of to come from the king. It was the second time he was calling you, so you had to obey. Besides, nothing could go wrong if he simply wanted to congratulate you for your performance, or tell you to perform more often. So, you took a seat right in front of him. He offered you tea and, when you accepted, a servant immediately showed up with a cup and the tea of your choice.

“Please, you don’t need to get in too much trouble for me.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it. Besides, how can we discuss if you don’t feel comfortable around me?”

“You are right, your Majesty.”

“I have to say I was impressed. Your performance was one of the greatest performances I have lived to see, and I wanted to see where that passion comes from. I suppose that being a good performer requires strong feelings about what you’re doing, am I right?”

“Yes, you are. Being a performer for me was what kept me alive when I was outside of the palace, but it was also what I loved to do. Being able to gain some money out of it was all I asked for, and now that dream came true.”

“I see. That’s quite a beautiful dream, I have to say. So, what you want most in life is to be able to dance, am I correct?”

“Yes, at least for the time being. I would always love to dance, but at some point I’ll have to see what I’ll do when I won’t be able to do that. I am going to age after a few years, your Majesty.”

“Ah, that’s right. There is a certain limit as to how long you can be a professional dancer.”

“Exactly.”

“Well, for as long as you are in the palace, please let me know if there’s anything you need.” When he said that, you couldn’t believe it. The king was asking you if you needed anything… Well, that was unheard of.

“Please, your Majesty shouldn’t worry about a servant like myself.”

“Ah, it’s my duty to worry about the people living in my kingdom. Well, then, you should return to your room now. I trust that I will see you again, if you wish.”

You got up from your seat and bowed, leaving just as the guard had told you to. As you returned to your room, you took off your clothes and started thinking about everything that happened today. It was extremely weird. Why would the king invite a simple dancer to his chambers? Well, now you were one of the few people who had actually talked to the king. You didn’t know if you should be proud about that, but it was a fact. The king had appreciated your talent, and that was something you had to celebrate.

The next day found you in great spirits. You had practice with the other dancers first thing in the morning, so you got up, ate your breakfast and headed outside. It was a habit to have practice at a small garden in the middle of your dorms when you weren’t in a rush for a specific performance for the king or other royals. It gave you a chance to bond and relax a bit, as well as breathe some fresh air. So, you headed to the garden and found the others. You coordinated your moves with them and thought of what to do next, and then it was time for the actual rehearsal. The musician started playing the flute and you started dancing along with the others, without having noticed a familiar face standing at the side of the garden. The other dancers stopped moving, and you realized something was wrong.

“Ah, please, don’t stop your dance because of me. Continue as if I’m not here.” The king was here. You bowed at his sight and obeyed, turning to the other dancers and getting them in place again. The musician continued playing, and you danced to the rhythm, forgetting the man who was watching. He really didn’t intervene at all. He just watched, having only one guard close by, which was quite odd for a man who was always accompanied by at least five men. He was the most important man of the kingdom, after all.

Just as you were done with your practice and the other dancers bowed and left, you stayed at the garden. You liked staying there and you thought that the king would leave as well, but no, he didn’t. Instead, he approached you and greeted you. You got up from the bench you were sitting at and bowed.

“Do you mind if I sit with you for a while?” he asked.

“No, not at all. Please, take a seat.”

“You should sit next to me as well. And please forget that I’m the king for five minutes. I’ve come here without many guards for this exact reason, so I would appreciate the favor.”

“Yes, of course. So, what brings you here?”

“Well, I simply wanted to watch your practice. They informed me you had practice this morning, and I thought I should pass by. If I bothered you or the other dancers, please let me know.”

“No, you were excellent. You didn’t bother us at all. Well, at least you didn’t bother me. Meeting you yesterday made things more comfortable for me.”

“Ah, I see. I’m glad about that.”

“Your Majesty, allow me to ask you a question, please.”

“Yes, feel free to do so.”

“I have the feeling that you’re here to tell me something. Please correct me if I’m wrong, but you don’t visit servants often, am I right?” You don’t know how that came out of you. Yes, you were thinking about it, but it was too bold to ask in front of a king. But, before you could apologize, he replied to you.

“Yes, that’s true. I have something I would like to suggest to you. And that is, well, a marriage.” He paused for a second, as he saw the change in your look. You didn’t know what to say, so he continued. “To be honest, I don’t want to force you into anything. But, this is a way I thought for me to buy your freedom and get to know you better. Ah, I don’t know what to say. You’ve caught my attention ever since the night you performed for me and the officials and I want to learn more about you. So, please, say something.” You didn’t know how to respond to that. The king was asking to marry you, yet you only knew him for three days. How could you say no to a king?

“I will accept your proposal, but I have one condition. I know that, as the king’s wife, I will have to follow some rules. Can you allow me to dance every now and then? It will be too painful for me to leave my passion behind.” And he agreed. He got up and greeted you, leaving you to relax for the rest of the day.

A few days passed and you didn’t have any news from him, which you assumed was to give you space to realize what had just happened. He knew this was too sudden, but he was being a gentleman about it. So, during that time, you thought of what you were going to tell him when you met him again. And that was until the same guard knocked on your bedroom door once again. The same process, similar clothes, although this time they were red, you were led to his chambers.

“Hello, Y/N. I thought I should ask you to dine with me, if you want to, of course.” He smiled.

“Yes, I would love to.” So, you sat at the other side of the table, facing him. Servants came into the dining room with all kinds of dishes, making you feel like an actual princess. But, something was telling you to speak. “I have to ask you something, your Majesty.”

“Yes, of course. But, whenever we are alone, can I ask you to call me Kyungsoo? I don’t want to create more distance between us.”

“So, Kyungsoo,” you said and noticed his smile, “I have some questions that really need to get out of the way. Well, first of all, you’ve had so many proposals from every neighboring kingdom, yet you chose me. Why is that? What can a servant give you that a princess can’t?”

“That is a really good question, Y/N. To be honest, all I can answer to this question is emotions. Marrying a woman I’ve never met before seems strange to me.”

“I understand, but, doesn’t a queen need to have certain qualifications?”

“That’s what I wanted to tell you today. To be my queen, you need to give me a heir. I know it doesn’t sound good in your ears right now, but I had to let you know.”

“But, I barely know you. Isn’t that too much of a rush?” You didn’t know what to say. You knew this would happen, yet you were not in a position to think rationally.

“Yes, it is. And, while we’re together, you will have the time to get to know me. But, the marriage has to happen soon. That was why the officials met me that day. It’s not acceptable for me to be a king without a queen after a certain age. So, I want to get to know you through our marriage. I would never force you into anything you don’t want and I want that to be clear.” And that’s how that conversation ended, leaving you to dine peacefully, talking about all kinds of things. You asked him about how it feels like to be a king, and noticed that his mood was getting better the more time you took to talk to him. He seemed like he really enjoyed your company, and the idea of marriage seemed less and less strange to you.

And that was how a few days passed, until your marriage was officially announced. You moved into the palace, leaving your old room, along with your life as a simple servant behind. You didn’t know what to expect, but all you knew was that you’d have to learn to live like this, next to him. You’d learn to be a queen.

The wedding preparations were quite memorable for you. You’d never been to a royal wedding before, let alone your own, so this was an experience entirely new to you. Well, even life at the palace was different than what you were used to. You wore different clothes, you had everything to yourself and the king made sure that nothing was missing from you. You even had your own space to dance, along with a musician, since that was the only request you had from him. He was a good man, but you didn’t know him enough. You only hoped that this was going to change sooner or later.

The wedding day was quieter than you thought it would be. Yes, you were dressed in as many jewels as you never imagined, yet only the officials were present. He didn’t want to make a fuss about it, because, as he said, he wanted to have a big feast when you wanted to as well. He sure knew how to treat you, and that was something you appreciated. So, it was a rather quiet day that you’d get to spend with your husband. He had planned to cancel any plans he had for this day, only to spend it with you and get to know you better. So, you got to walk around the palace with your husband.

“I’m really glad it was a quiet ceremony,” you said after walking in silence for a few minutes.

“I thought that the least I could do is respect you. We are going to celebrate our wedding whenever you’re ready to. For now, let’s just forget about those things and let’s have fun.” And that’s how you got to learn more things about him, as his queen. You truly felt more comfortable around him, as if you didn’t have to hold yourself back when he was there, as if you could express yourself freely when he was around you, until the first night came and you realized that a room was prepared for the two of you.

“It’s not time yet. I’m sorry, but I really hope you understand.” You smiled at him, yet he didn’t say anything. He just nodded and sat on the bed, staying in his side and you did the same.

Living with the king had its good sides. You had whatever you wanted to whenever you needed it, but, at times when you missed your freedom, you went to your dancing room or at the other dancers, since you were allowed to do that much. He had agreed to that, after all. And a few weeks passed like that, with the king being as gentle with you as you could never have imagined. He was kind and affectionate towards you, so this made things easier with him. But, the problem was that something was missing. Something that would make you fall in love with him like he had, because you hadn’t seen his true self yet.

And that wasn’t going to happen, until one day that you left your dance room earlier than usual. You were too tired and thought that a day in bed wouldn’t be a bad option. But, as you returned to your chamber, you heard a familiar voice. It was the king’s voice, you thought. No, it can’t be, he’s singing. Yes, he was singing, and he had the most beautiful voice you had ever heard. As a dancer, you had heard many people sing for one of your dances, yet no one was that good. No one had that much passion inside of them and no one gave off that much pain and emotion from their voice. And that man was your husband. God, how much you wanted him to sing for you can’t be described. That was how you stayed for a while outside of your room, not wanting to interrupt him. You sat on a chair and told your servant to leave you alone with your husband, and that was exactly where you spent the entire afternoon, as if you’d never left practice.

As time went by, you made your presence known by opening the door. You noticed how he stopped singing when you entered and pretended as if he was simply resting.

“Please, don’t stop. Your voice is beautiful, my king.”

“No, I could never…”

“I want you to come with me one day at my dance room and sing for me. I want to dance following your rhythm.” You weren’t thinking at that moment. You were mesmerized by him, by his voice, by the emotions he gave you through his song, and you approached him. You went closer to him than you’d ever gone before, because you had found what was missing for him to feel like he was yours. You placed your hands on his shoulders, then caressed his neck, and sealed your lips together in a soft kiss. You looked at him with tenderness in your eyes, as if you were telling him that everything was fine and that he was finally your true husband. His hands touched your waist and your lips locked again in another kiss, this time deeper and more passionate. Everything was slow, your caresses, your kisses, your movements. You started taking his clothes off one by one, and he followed your lead, until you were both bare in front of each other, able to touch each other with no restraints, as if you weren’t a queen and he wasn’t a king.

He led you onto the bed, lying on top of you, leaving soft kisses all over your neck and chest. His fingers traced your stomach and got lower and lower, until he reached your core. He kissed you once more as he was working inside of you, and you buried your hands inside his hair. He soon removed his fingers and slid his length inside of you, slowly beginning to move. He lifted you up, your legs at each of his sides, and you were the one responsible for the pace. Your hands embracing him, touching his entire body, your lips kissing his neck and ear, making slight moans escape from him. As he was touching your thighs, then your waist and back, his hands reached your neck and brought your face right in front of him. He brought you closer for one last kiss, until both of you reached your climax.

You lay on the bed next to each other, enjoying the silence, as if you were the only people in the world. Your head on his chest, your arms wrapped around him, he was caressing your bare body so softly that you couldn’t ask for more.

You had your practice clothes on and danced in the rhythm of the musician’s flute, your moves lighter than they’d ever been, when you heard a familiar voice in the room.

I love you a lot but I don’t say the words, It’s awkward that pride doesn’t allow me Today I will take courage and tell you, but just Listen to it carelessly, I’ll sing for you

That was when you knew who you were dancing for. You weren’t a street dancer without a purpose anymore. You were a queen next to the king you loved the most in this world.

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jjpmoans · 5 years

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50 Questions Tag

Tagged by @prettywordsyouleft and @itsallabigmess bcs these two unnies really love me

1. What takes too much of your time?

Social media (yes that includes tumblr)

2. What makes your day better?

These days, Jinyoung. Lol okay so I am a very talkative one. So yeah, talking to someone will immediately makes me feel less stressful.

3. What’s the best thing that happened to you today?

Just now @itsallabigmess made an exception for me to write a GOT7 fic asdfghjkl I FEEL A LITTLE TOO OVER HAPPY

4. What fictional place would you like to go to?

I think almost all my friend would have guess this. Hogwarts. Because the food there seems to be endless and really, I’d love to try eating both drumsticks in my hand and I want to put an incantation to whoever tries to hold me from eating.

5. Are you good at giving advice?

Well, I think I am. Judging from how my whole family turned to me when they wanted to share their problems. Also when I gave advises, I always stresses this one thing “Listen to understand, don’t listen to reply” and that implies to me too. And honestly, I listen too much and sometimes when people just don’t want to change, I feel really annoyed BECAUSE WHAT IS THE POINT YOU WANTED MY ADVISE???? Okay I think I’m good. hahahhahhaha

6. Do you have any mental illness?

Horny 24/7 is that a mental illness? lmao no I’m not that bad but I think I need to get married. NOW.

7. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis?

Not yet. In my country, people describe sleep paralysis as you got crushed by some spirit (ghost to be exact) and yes it is scary and I hope I would never experience it.

8. What musician inspired you the most?

I’ve been thinking a lot and though I really want to say GOT7, I’d say EXO. Partly because I was there since early times, but also, the amount of success and loyalties they have received are really unbelievable. The secret of EXO’s and BTS’s popularity which leads them to win daesang in every award is their fans. And I really hope ahgase can be like them. I’d be lying if I say our fandom is really hardworking when it comes to award season. I’ve seen my friend bullshitting EXO and BTS bcs whenever any of them is nominated in the same award of GOT7, automatically, GOT7 will lose. And no joke, army and exol are really monsters during award season. And I hope us ahgase can be like that too. I know got7 said they didn’t mind but Jinyoung once said that he want to know how those groups can win daesang easily and he thought got7 need to work harder. smh I’m emo. sorry this got longer than it should.

9. Have you ever fallen in love?

I do. Hahahahhahaha yes I do.

10. What’s your dream date?

Well for me, just talking with each other is a date. I love to know small details because when I love someone, I just want to know everything about him. But okay a dream date? Amusement park. Yes you need to know which ride makes me scream like a girl and which makes me scream like a mad woman.

11. What do others notice about you?

I’m very talkative (that really shows lol). And I don’t know how to refuse when someone ask for a help or anything. I always tell myself to treat people the way I want to be treated.

And they said I’m too nice. Yeah I figured that too hahahahhaa

12. What is an annoying habit you have?

Refuse to listen when I’m angry. I feel annoyed because I know I’m wrong but I’m angry but I don’t want to hurt people. So I’ll say “Sorry, I’m very angry now but I know I’m wrong. Just, I’ll be okay later so we’ll talk later”

13. Do you still talk to your first love?

Yes and no. Our last conversation was he wanted to meet me. But ever since then, no other conversation.

14. How many ex’s do you have?

Can’t relate lol

15. How many songs are in your playlist?

Here’s the thing. I have a lot of playlists. Phone playlist, laptop playlist, joox playlist and youtube playlist. So I don’t know how many of them.

16. What instruments can you play?

Non existent.

17. Who do you have the most pictures of?

My phone? Now? Jinyoung smh this is all Tumblr’s fault lol.

18. Where would you like to go before you die?

Mecca. I’d like to die there if I can.

19. What is your zodiac?

Virgo. And please, someone, please help me calculate whatever thing it was (sun sign, moon sign and all) I never knew those things and it irks me when I don’t know it hahahahhaaa

20. Do you relate to it?

Well I did some research here, Virgo firstly is a virgin and yes I am. It says that virgo is very supportive of people in their lives and even strangers, that is me. I’m a critical thinker bcs I personally hate when something goes wrong. but lol hardworking, artists and remembers everything? Not even close. I’m a lazy ass, I draw a cow but it turned into a pig and I am hopeless with my memory.

But one Virgo thing about me, yes I am an overthinker hahahahhaa

21. What is happiness to you?

When my family reunited.

22. Are you going through anything right now?

Family problem. Mom just got heart attack, dad married another woman, brother on crisis with mom, sister just stabbed my back, aunt made everything worse. It’s been three months into 2019, every week, another family problem popped up. But we are trying, I tried to fix everything, another role which the smallest child has to take upon responsibility but I’m fine. Just, tiring.

23. What’s the worst decision you’ve ever made?

applied for the wrong scholarship and wasted an opportunity to fly to New Zealand for study.

24. What’s your favourite store?

Food stores. Any of them. ARE MY FAVOURITE ahhahahhaha

25. What’s your opinion on abortion?

Because I’m a muslim, I am against abortion. Here, in my country, abortion is done because it was done out of wedlock and they feel embarrassed. So, it irks me bcs if you can think to have sex, you can’t think that there is possibilities that you can get pregnant? And to kill your child bcs you wanted to cover it, is unacceptable. But again, it is personal choice.

26. Do you keep a bucket list?

I have a few but not enough to be a bucket.

27. Do you have a favourite album?

Honestly, if favourite means I have listened to all songs in that album, it’s EXO The War album.

28. What do you want for your birthday?

A freaking big plushie. I love to hug big plushies. But no one ever wanted to give me that for my birthday. And now, I’ve been searching for a big squirtle plushie or snorlax plushie (yes jackson and jaebum)

29. What are most people’s first impression of you?

okay this one lol they said I look scary and they thought I’d be the grumpy one. Well, if you meet me when I’m hungry, I have the tendency to be one.

30. What age do you seem according to most people?

I don’t know anymore. An aunt asked me “Are you the one who got married?” when it was my sister smh

31. Where do you keep your phone while you’re sleeping?

next to my pillow bcs I need to charge it.

32. what word do you say the most?

me? I say “shit” a lot lol

33. What’s the oldest age you would date?

well I would say I definitely date anyone as long as they are not the same age with my dad.

34. What’s the youngest age you would date?

idk I never thought on dating a younger one. But if I do, maybe 4 years younger bcs damn, if I make it 10 years, my date would be 12 when me here is 22.

35. What job/career do most people say would suit you?

something which requires me to talk a lot.

36. What’s your favourite music genre?

K-Pop.

37. If you could live in any country in the world, where would it be?

South Korea. New Zealand. Anywhere but Malaysia lol.

38. What is your current favourite song?

Say you won’t let go - James Arthur

39. How long have you had this blog for?

I had this blog for a few years. But just becoming active just recently hmm I don’t know the exact date. But I know it started after I interacted with @prettywordsyouleft

40. What are you excited for?

Food. and sponsored vacation

41. Are you a better talker or listener?

A better talker. but also a pretty good listener

42. What is the last productive thing you did?

Last sunday, i climbed a 200m hill to get to the view point. It got me panting like a dying cow.

43. What do you want for Christmas?

While I don’t celebrate Christmas, I welcome gifts. Any gifts would be fine lol (make sure its food)

44. What class do you get the best grades in?

High school? Chemistry. College? Mathematic. Now? Nothing hahahahaha

45. On a scale of 1-10, how are you feeling right now?

5 and exhausted but tomorrow? 10 BECAUSE A JINYOUNG IS COMING

46. What can you see yourself doing in 10 years?

10 years I just hope that I am already working and saving money to go on vacations and can sponsor my family on vacations too.

47. When did you first get your heartbreak?

2009 when I discovered that dad has another wife. I was 12 and just got my exam result but dad wasn’t there. He was never present for any of my achievements in school. Turns out he has another child the same age as me and he puts her before me. Since I was born, I was always put second.

2011 when I liked a guy but he hated me awh teenagers. He said I’m too fat and how dare a fat girl like me tries to like him? He was my first love.

48. At what age do you want to get married?

When I am ready. I have a dream wedding, so I would work hard for it to happen.

49. What career did you want to have as a child?

Idk I always change it lol today i’ll say teacher and next day I’ll say ballerina. Yes I spent my whole school life giving different careers when teachers asked me.

50. What do you crave right now?

Food bcs I’m on diet and hell those food porns are getting on my nerves.

Phew it was a good time answering all these questions and it drains my energy lol. So for this, hmm I don’t know who to tag. But i’ll go with this one @sevenpeaches @riceeater22 @tuanyiems @kpopchangedme @kpopstories @starhibiki @ongsung @sehunsmybae (yes I always saw you) and everyone who want to do this! of course, you are not forced to do this

#jinyoungmoans join tagging game

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Permanent December ▸ Chapter Three.

A/N: hey guys! sorry for the two week wait between chapters, i don’t think this is going to as long as I originally thought because I’m kind of eh about it and feeling weird about my writing, but thank you so much for having patience as I’ve been sick and just out of my element. To be honest, this chapter didn’t go as I thought it was going to, but surprise, I guess??? Apparently the story is going quicker than I’d planned. enjoy !! lemme know what you think! also, I think this is pretty much the longest chapter I’ve written. NICE.

warnings: nothing really, owens gf is a bitch though and really doesn’t last long !!

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“What the hell is she even doing here? She doesn’t need to be here, Owen! It’s not like I bring my ex boyfriend around you!” The words seemed so far away, they were like a haze quite honestly. It was hard to even open her eyes, she was exhausted. This was the first real sleep that the surgeon had gotten in months, maybe a couple of years. Since she and Owen had split after the teenager in their care had died of that overdose she had light sleeps at best. He always smelled like pine, and fresh air and it lulled her, just like it had that day hence her half sleeping with her head now resting on a pillow but she wouldn’t dare open her eyes. She wasn’t going to involve herself in this fight, it wasn’t her business even if they were talking about her.

“She is Leo’s mother, Carla! It’s something you’ll need to get over!”

A groan fell from the brunettes lips though it was quiet, her head burying further into the couch pillows. God, she just wanted to rest.

“It’s not her weekend, Owen and I don’t think part of her job is cuddling you! It’s her own fault if she’s missing out, she dumped you — you’re mine now.”

“What the hell am I? A possess —”

No, that was it. They were going to wake Leo and Amelia wasn’t having that. So what if this wasn’t her house anymore, clearing her throat she sat up. “Shut up! Both of you!” The blonde in the room had daggers on her, Amelia wasn’t impressed with her. She didn’t even deserve to be talking at all and she was really pressing her luck. “Listen to me, Carla…”anger because suddenly she was completely awake. If Amelia was honest with herself she hadn’t seen red like this since Betty had called her a hag that one time. “You did this to my kid, you’re the reason he’s got a cast on his tiny arm, and he’s sleeping off the pain with meds they gave him at the doctor.. so do not start with your bullshit complaining. I’m here because he wants me here, and if you really want to fight with someone I’ll fight with you. Really, right here we can fight, and we will if you don’t shut your ridiculously skinny ass up because if you wake my kid I will take you down.” Maybe she was acting more tough than she really looked in her mom jeans and cardigan but it was the thought that counted. It wasn’t a lie either, she really would fight tooth and nail for her kid.

“Are you a psycho, drunk maybe? We all know you have problems with the bottle but I think if you’re craving you should just go get some instead of acting like a crazy bi —” It would take two seconds to hit her, she was like a good one and a half steps away but Carla was lucky, she was saved by the bell. That bell being Leo.

“Mama? Yous still here’s?”

And suddenly all the anger was gone, a tired smile on her features instead as she turned to face Leo. God, he looked so tired and confused. It wasn’t like she could blame him, this never happened, her and Owen never made an effort to truly hang out for Leo’s sake.

“Hi chunk, what’s up? You look so sleepy..”

Behind her as she watched Leo fidget she heard the quiet whispers of a breakup, and then Owen asking the blonde to leave. Confusion was swirling her brain but it didn’t matter because before she knew it, their sons lip was quivering and he burst into tears. It took her by surprise, Leo didn’t cry often but when he did it was usually because he was tired or something happened he didn’t like. Walking over to her son, she bent down to his height, picking him up with ease, it was then she realized. He’d peed and he was still tired. Damn it, this was going well. “I didn’t means to, mama!” It was loud, and right in her ear as she rocked him back and fourth, soothing sounds whispered back.

“I know you didn’t mean to, baby.. it’s okay. Daddy’ll change your sheets and we’ll get you cleaned up. Try to take a few deep breaths, you don’t want to get sick.”

Owen was already heading toward the room to find new sheets, and she thanked god silently that he still knew her silent cues. Usually they tried not to allow Leo fits without some kind of time out, but there was no way she was giving him time out today, it was fair that he was upset, today had sucked. Instead she headed toward the bathroom, turned on the water and slipped his outfit of choice and got to washing, making sure his cast didn’t get an ounce of wet. After that, she wrapped him in the hooded towel that sat by the door, the only thing heard being his quiet sniffles. Still, the whole time that she was bathing Leo? All she could think about was how she ruined things for Owen again, they were friends. She should’ve just kept her mouth shut so that he stayed happy, especially after being the one to ruin his happiness in the first place.

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Seven O’clock rolled around a lot faster than the four year old that was currently in both his parents care would’ve liked, and after a waffle sans the chocolate chips and more than two bed time stories, the little boy was back out, a smile shining on his face that the mother of the two surgeons hadn’t seen in a while. Leaning down, the brunette pressed a gentle kiss to Leo’s head and made sure he had his stuffed dog before tiptoeing from the room, leaving the door open a crack as she headed back down the hall to join Owen in the kitchen where he was cleaning up her mess as he always did.

“He’s out like a light, poor kid.. he’s had the worst day.”

There was a slight snort that followed and Amelia raised a brow as she leaned against wall. Owen hadn’t turned to face her or said a word through Leo’s dinner of waffles. Was he mad at her? The thought came back that she ruined his happiness and maybe she was right. Maybe he was pissed at her for even coming over, but it wasn’t like that she’d asked for the insults, right? “Good thing, it’s almost eight.” That was it as he set pieces of the waffle maker in the dishwasher and turned it on before beginning to wipe the counters with ease. A sharp response and that was all she got.

“What’s your deal? Are you upset with me or something, ‘cause I didn’t even do anything. It’s not my fault your girlfriend goes way too far, Leo’s more mature than her.” Of course she was instantly on the defence because she felt bad and when she felt bad? Things turned south fast and she either drank or did worse. Silence, she was met with absolute silence and just like day one she still could read him. “You are mad at me,” a scoff to follow as she stepped further into the room, closer to him because she knew that Leo was sleeping and she wasn’t about to wake him up, not like earlier.

“I’m not mad at you, Amelia. Good God, drop it.” Hanging the towel back where it had laid before, Owen stepped past her and from the room. Yet he knew she didn’t drop a single thing; remembered as he heard her gentle footsteps behind him and into the living room. “I said I’m not mad at you. I just can’t do this!”

It took her by surprise; Owen’s louder words. The last time that he’d raised his voice at her? The night that she told him she was leaving. For a moment she almost took a step back, but then he turned to face her, his features guilty and instead she took a step closer. There was something in the air, something different than there usually was. “Do what?” She wondered softly, a brow raising in thought. Sit with her, maybe order some take out like she was thinking of offering? For some reason it made her nervous, caused her stomach to clench like it hadn’t since that morning when she’d heard of something wrong with Leo. But instead of answering her, the ginger shook his head and turned away from her. It was all it took for her to close the distance between them, a hand reaching out to clasp his wrist. “Do what, Owen? What can’t you do?” Was he going to have an episode or something? She couldn’t be sure, maybe he just needed space, she didn’t know him like that any longer. “Please talk to me.. Do what?”

Their conversations had never been so soft, her voice never soft. Honestly, she usually lost her cool pretty fast but this was different, something was causing her heart to beat a little harder in her chest, stomach to twist. Like when she first caught feelings for him, but no, it wasn’t that. She refused to believe that, even if all of the signs were pointing to it not to mention the fear of losing him. The brunette had figured they’d had a nice day together, even if it had been the slightest bit awkward at first and through all the bad stuff so she was more than confused at the anguish on his features as he turned to face her and she couldn’t help but swallow nervously at their close proximity.

“Be your friend, cuddle and whatever else. I can’t do it, it hurts and even if you’re over it, I’m not.”

Quite honestly the tension in the air had suddenly thickened at his words and she opened and closed her mouth. What was she supposed to say? Hand moved from his wrist to his bicep and the neurosurgeon shook her head. “No, that’s not fair. Please don’t say that, okay? I know that I screwed up, that I hurt you but we’re friends.. for Leo.. we’re friends and its good. I was just tired today, I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again.” Why she was pleading with him was beyond her because she never begged but it was all she could do as her eyes burned with the most uncomfortable tears she’d felt in her life. “You and Leo? You’re all I have,” it was embarrassing that she hadn’t moved on from their family but she couldn’t help herself. Wiping a stay tear from her own cheek, she swallowed past the lump in her throat and inhaled softly as his own eyes softened.

“Amelia, hang on. It’s not because of you. It’s because of me, I don’t think that you realize how well I slept today even if it was just for a while. I haven’t slept that well since you left, and even when Carla came in here screeching? It felt good like it should always be happening.”

For some reason it felt like a magnet was pulling her closer, wet cheeks the last thing on her mind as she chewed at her lip. Heart beat harder as the words tumbled from her exes lips, and with the way her palms got sweaty, she knew it wasn’t a good idea but still she couldn’t help the way she leaned up, nose brushing against his stubble. This was why they didn’t hang out together alone, there was too much sexual tension that she hadn’t realized before now. Inhaling sharply at his scent, a hand trailed up his arm and to his neck tugging him down closer.

“Owen..” His name a breath oh her lips before she shook her head. “It’s a bad idea.” Who was she trying to convince? Herself or him, she wasn’t sure even though she was the one pulling him closer to her. The truth was, no matter how many dates she went on, no one had made her feel as special as Owen had just two seconds before. He slept better with her and the thought made her light up inside. Yet of course she wouldn’t admit that, pretending that she was only lonely instead.

A nod followed and the ginger pulled back from the other, hearing a groan escape her lips as she clasped her other hand around his neck to meet the one already there. “It’s a bad idea.. but I didn’t say I didn’t want to.”

There was the Amelia that he was used to, the one who smirked just a little and she had him as putty in her hands. “We shouldn’t, it’s not healthy for Leo.” he managed softly though he leaned just enough for his nose to brush against hers.

Two pairs of lips were so close to touching and Amelia was craving it, craving Owens touch for the first time in two years. “I said he’s out. He won’t even hear us, plus as much excitement as he had today, we deserve some too. I haven’t had any excitement in a long time, no strings, no big deal, just for tonight…” The double innuendo wasn’t missed on him, and a soft laugh escaped at her gentle convincing even though he didn’t need it. Not really, he wanted Amelia as much as she wanted him. Was it because of the emotional day they’d had? He didn’t know, but it didn’t matter as his lips came to crash against hers, no hesitation as she kissed him back. With a muttered thank god, he pulled back for permission and she gave a simple nod as he picked her up, legs tangling around his waist as he pressed teasing kisses to her neck.

The way her breath hitched was the only thing on his mind as he carried her to the bedroom that used to be theirs and not how this whole thing would just make it all worse.

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