#Zoey move its my turn

[gabbbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy]

ZOEY ITS OK BBG I’LL TAKE YOUR PLACE AS DOORWOMAN TRUST.

TNMNTOBER

DAY 3: CLOWN

Zoey is not good at card games...

(Also, I'm sorry I haven't been able to answer the anon asks. Trust me, I badly want to answer your questions, it's just that things have just been busy with chores at home and I work full time so I spend my remaining free time for sleep and TNMNTOBER. I will post answers when I can. Thank you for your patience!)

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day 20 - quote

"you are garroth, protector of the innocent, sworn to care and love for those in need"

my take on what should've happened at the end of s1. context and uncensored image below the cut (tw // mild gore (blood splatter))

so uh... yeah. at the end of season 1 of ashes, ashes, garroth kills zane in irene's cathedral.

the setup for this series of events goes wayyyy back, back to the first war of the magi. in ashes, ashes, xavier was a divine warrior, the justiciar - i've talked abt this in a few of my other posts (specifically in this one), but essentially he founds the jury and carves off nine pieces from his relic to form the juror relics, which give the jurors their uh, for lack of a better term, juror powers. however, during the first ru'auni-tu'lan war (about 400ish years before the main story of ashes, ashes takes place), the relics went missing - leaving the jurors as little more than figureheads for a good few centuries.

then, about 20-25 years before aph shows up on the outskirts of phoenix drop, the high priest of o'khasis at the time figures out a way to give the jurors their juror powers without the relics via a blood magick ritual. said ritual is successful, but it upsets the balance of the universe so badly that the primordial gods intervene and sick a plague on o'khasis, killing roughly a quarter of the population and almost including lord garte ro'meave in that statistic (yes, this is the "near-death experience" that is cited as turning him from a kind-of-asshole into a right cunt). during the plague, a toddler-age garroth gets really sick, and goes for a wander throughout the ro'meave residence and ends up in the attic, where he finds a strange, glowing rock that seems to be calling out to him... he remembers bugger all of this, and what he does remember he puts down to a fever dream.

later on down the line, after nicole fakes her death and disappears about three or so years before the start of ashes, ashes, zane begins to show signs of what garte believes to be dissatisfaction with his regime, and in an effort to bring zane back under his control, he forces xavier's relic into his only remaining son. if zane had the spiritual constitution to wield said relic, this would be all fine and well, but because he doesn't, he begins to suffer the effects of relic corruption, which slowly drives him insane until he's the mad, devoted-to-his-interpretation-of-irene-and-her-doctrine-above-all-else, lawful-evil, war-criminal priest that he's introduced to us as during the wedding arc of season one.

then, during the battle for phoenix drop, garroth hands himself and the amulet over to zane in an attempt to save phoenix drop from a battle that he knows they're doomed to lose. and zane turns him into a juror via the ritual - and because garroth has (unknowingly) been holding esmund's relic in him this whole time, everything turns to custard, and garroth is rendered effectively comatose for pretty much the entire confrontation between zane, lillian, and the phoenix drop gang (aph, aaron, laur, and katelyn) - until zane moves to attack and kill aphmau right after she's absorbed irene's relic.

so you know how in starlight we're told that the relics are sentient? and you know how in starlight we're told that the relics have the ability to control the bodies of their hosts?

well uh. esmund's relic reacts to the threat against its matron that it senses. and with garroth essentially catatonic and in no state to fight back against the possession, he stands up, corners zane in a barrier, and rips xavier's relic out of his brother's chest - killing him almost immediately - before collapsing again, leaving the others to drag him out of the cathedral when zoey shows up with the portal. the entire time, zane is screaming at him to snap out of it, to remember who he serves, to remember who his brother is, and all the while the others can only watch on in horror as garroth condemns the one man hes spent the entire season trying to save to death.

garroth doesn't find out that he's killed his only remaining sibling (to his knowledge) until he wakes up two days later.

so yeah. ro'bro angst.

let me know if u have any questions! :3

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108 "is that my shirt?" with the pairing of your choice please zoey <3

my dear beloved lou—i love this prompt so much, thank you <3 please know i listened to moon river by frank ocean for the entirety of its creation. I hope you like it

steddie | pre-slash/confession (kinda) | 868 words

Eddie takes a deep breath. 

Blue. That's what it feels like. Spring fresh cornflowers in his lungs, the edges of an inky indigo sky staining his fingertips. Blue is the breath he takes, the old ceramic bowl of cereal he's got clutched to his chest, the veins under his skin. 

It's the color of Steve's shirt.

Eddie shifts—presses his back fully against the window frame, the cold seeping through the thin cotton a welcome relief from the heat of the day. He keeps his head titled out towards the street, but his eyes are focused in.

Steve is on the opposite end of the window, head resting against the glass, his own bowl of cereal balanced carefully on both knees. Eddie watches the last of the day curling into his collarbone, the tips of his bangs. His chest moving in slow and easy breaths, eyes just slivers of hazel in the light. A sleepy cat, perfectly content.

Yet despite the quiet peace of the moment, Eddie feels it. Has felt it all day. Something sticking, unsettled in himself. Sleep in the corner of his eyes, the dry coarse grind of sand in his back molars. He's blamed it on the weed, paranoia lurking in the silence between the hum and ding of the microwaved nachos they'd made earlier—his mind trying to makeup for a body that had, for once, slowed down. 

But that didn't stop himself from feeling it, from knowing something is off—no, Eddie shakes his head—different.

Something is different about Steve.

Steve, very carefully, spoons a mouthful of mushy multi-grain into his mouth. Grimaces, then does it again. A drop of milk lands on his shirt, seeping into fabric quicker than it landed. A spot of midnight in a sea of navy.

His shirt is blue. Which, all things considered, isn't different at all. Though he tends to favor the warmer side of the wheel chart, Steve's wardrobe is a rainbow of colors. From steel blue jackets to violet sweaters, Eddie's seen him in it all.

Mouth closed, his tongue runs along his teeth, twists against the edges of the back. Can't quite reach the end. 

A dark blue t-shirt. A little big, not swallowed in fabric but less form fitting than most of his clothes. Old, maybe  second or even third hand if the edges of the sleeves are anything to go by. Or the image splashed on the chest, which is really only a memory of a design—speckled silver to grey in uneven patches. There's still one letter legible, a sharp 't' dead in the middle. 

It looks a bit like a band t-shirt, reminds Eddie of the shirts Wayne gave him when he first moved in, before they could go the Salvation Army together. Smoke and oil clinging to the threads, a reference to a song he'd only heard once on the radio, but stuck. Settled the buzz in his head, let his body move and mean something more than disappointment. Staring in the mirror, hair barely more than a buzzcut, navy stark against his pale skin—

”Is that my shirt?”

His voice is too loud, accidentally overshot by both the shock and last half hour of silence. Steve doesn't seem to be as affected, turning his head against the glass to face Eddie with a smooth nonchalance.

“Yeah,“ he says. Eddie looks at him, brows raised. Steve looks back, bloodshot eyes blinking slowly, seemingly feeling a one word explanation is all he needs.

Eddie searches for something, anything to say, ends up with a choked cough, and then, “Why?” Which—stupid, stupid, stupid.

Glacial blue, Steve looks down at his (his or his? theirs?) shirt, then back up at Eddie.

“Must've gotten it mixed up.”

Must've gotten it mixed up.

What.

Eddie blinks. Feels a bit like a dog as he shakes his head, mouth opening and then closing up tight in quick succession. There's no way Steve Harrington mixed up his clothes. The man spends 30 minutes a night picking out his outfit for the next day. He missed a group movie cause he couldn't find the right jacket. He almost had a conniption when Dustin tried to wash his colors with his whites. 

Steve always wears the gold and red striped socks when he needs a bit of luck and never just throws something on. Steve doesn't ‘mix up’ clothes, not unless he's dying, not unless it means something—

Oh.

“Oh,” he says out loud, dumbly.

Steve smiles like their afternoon—a hazy, sticky sweet honey in his hands.

“Yeah.”

And then Steve winks, and turns back to the window.

Eddie bites his lip, feels his mouth tearing away into a smile anyway. Turns back to the outside before he does something crazy, shovels in another spoonful of nearly disintegrated cereal, watches night settle in. Lights from other, distant homes click on, warm yellow windows bobbing along in the pitch black darkness. 

In the morning, when the sky lives up to its infamous hue, and the weed has left them their usual jittery, overthinking selves—Eddie will ask him other questions, will need more replies filled with complex, compound sentences.

Eddie takes a deep breath.

Navy.

And for now, that's enough.

writing prompts!

[mcdbutgay]

zoeymau cheebs (click for better quality + transparent pics)

some hcs below ^^ also i love how they complement each other so much GODDD

APHMAU SHALASHASKA

- aphmau shows up at phoenix drop’s doorstep pretty much half dead. no one knows where she came from, and upon waking up she doesn't remember who she is, where she's from, nothing.

- vylad carried her here because he knew that garroth was stationed in phoenix drop and he knew that the village was in dire need of help due to it being lordless; however it doesnt get revealed until way later.

- aphmau gets carried into the guard station which is where she resides for a period of time. zoey, who was visiting phoenix drop at the time (she was a wandering 'merchant' of sorts, looking for a permanent place to stay) feels a weird presence coming from her, not magical but also not normal, and decides to prolong her stay, healing aphmau back to health with garroth's supervision.

- aphmau wakes up and is sooo grateful they took care of her and decides that as payment she’s going to help make this mess of a village better (also she has no memory of anything that happened prior or why she ended up here anyway, so it’s not like she has anywhere else to go.)

- so she fixes up the roads and helps remodel some of the houses (i feel like this version of aphmau is much less princess-like and more handy than canon aph) garroth is very grateful for this

- anyway uh i dont actually have a lot of stuff for her since i find aphmau to be somewhat bland?? ig thats bc aph is meant to be jess for the majority of s1 but yeah uhh that needs to change. this aphmau is more rough around the edges, not afraid to fend for herself and those she cares for, but also very kind and compassionate. also very bubbly at times, but around those she trusts. she’s actually kind of against the idea of having guards follow her around all the time when she first becomes lord (because she believes she can do everything on her own), but later realizes that its much better to have backup bc the world is dangerous tm

- anywayz she grows closer to zoey when she moves into her house. she finds her presence weird at first but quickly gets used to her company, and she finds that waking up to the smell of tea everyday is soothing

- she is often sent out to the woods to gather whatever herbs zoey needs for her magicks. this quickly turns into aphmau trying to find pretty flowers to bring back to her pretty wife as a gesture of love friendship. sometimes she gets scolded bc she unknowingly brings back poisonous flowers or something but zoey knows that she does it with the best of intentions and thinks its kinda cute in a way.

- also aphmau brings back zoey pretty items from her travels, usually rings, necklaces, or even pretty rocks. zoey keeps them all in her room and looks at them while working on magicks stuff

- sorta angsty but i feel like aphmau definitely feels guilty for being absent for most of levin and malachi’s childhood. way in the future i feel like she and zoey would either adopt or have a biological kid of their own that they can both be present for, now that aphmau is no longer a lord and zoey is just enjoying her last lifetime with her beloved wife.

- OH AND i find it funny that they end up together since, at least in my canon, irene and zoey were a thing way back when. so like after irene left this plane or whatever and reincarnated as aphmau its like zoey and irene found themselves again in another lifetime (more on that in zoey’s section, which i actually wrote first)

- god i really don’t have much to say abt aph lol uh she’s bisexual (fem leaning, which is why she doesn’t rlly feel anything for garroth or laurence but does get flustered around guys sometimes) and demiromantic (takes a WHILE for her to feel any romantic attraction. again its why she doesn’t feel anything for G and L LMAO)

ZOEY TALTATHEIL

- was a devout follower and close friend of irene 900 years ago. zoey, although she wasn’t part of the divine warriors, was irene’s right hand woman, and would help her with decisions etc etc.

- she was kind of like a guard but not really lol. i do feel as though she began to mess around with barrier magicks as a way to protect irene, despite the fact that it got her exhiled from her home. she’d do anything to protect her.

- they were overall very close, but due to circumstances tm they had to separate. they never saw each other again sadly

- (although there are some books written by scholars that state that at some point lady irene had a certain lady friend who she lived with and shared intimate moments with. wonder who that is :P)

- ((also irene did have a family at some point, and levin is of her bloodline. he has blonde hair and blue eyes, guess who else has blonde hair and blue eyes? garroth ZOEY (and yes also garroth but thats a coincidence imo) so i think they are at least distantly related but very much so regardless))

- enough about irene. in zoey’s long 900~ year life she’s travelled to many regions, learned about many different cultures, and met many people, some who she did settle down with at some point. due to her immortality, however, she outlived all her previous partners and since then has been afraid to settle down with anyone, afraid of losing them to time

- it wasn’t until she met aphmau and levin (and later malachi) that she began to change her mind. she began to raise her children when she was away on lord duties, and she got VERY attached to them. she treated them as her own, and soon became accustomed to the idea of having a family

- she also began to see aphmau in a more romantic light at some point during s1. she didn’t know when the change from platonic to romantic feelings began but it didn’t matter. what mattered was that she had been raising another woman’s children as though they were her very own, cooking for the 4 of them like a happy family, and literally living the life she had always wanted without even realizing it.

- anyways she sleeps with aphmau in her room despite having her own room. she uses her room more as a workspace for her magicks

- also (and this is less about zoey and more about elves in general) i feel as though elves start out with dark colored hair and with the years it slowly lightens up until it’s completely white (doesn’t matter what color; zoey’s just happened to be blonde which is why she has platinum blonde hair pre-timeskip. it obviously doesn’t change this fast, but zoey giving up her immortality did speed up the process by a LOT which is why the change was so drastic in such a small amount of time (for an elf))

- speaking of her immortality, i feel as though it was the main reason that drove her to, you know, actually become a thing with aphmau. they were practically married pre-timeskip but they never really mentioned it, both scared they’d ruin what they had. aphmau being trapped in the irene dimension was the thing that drove her to spend years of her life studying, trying to get her closest friend, no, her lover back; losing her immortality was the final push to make it official. losing her immortality mean that they’d both pass within each other’s lifetimes, which is something zoey had always wanted (that sounds morbid but imagine being immortal and outliving all your loved ones.. i feel as though one can only take so much pain before it turns you crazy)

- anyways enough angst. since zoey has lived so long and has been all over the place, she has countless stories to tell and levin and malachi always loved hearing them. post-timeskip she tells the same stories to the children of phoenix drop in her spare time. she loves being around children and overall just loves caring for ppl ^__^

- as for like sexuality hcs uhh i can’t imagine her as anything but a lesbian lol

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Rewind, Remix, & Replay Jay & Kim 6x5

You can read the rest of the series here

This one is pretty short but it should hold you over. I’m so excited to write the next four chapters. I have big ideas! That being said it might just be one chapter next week.

The team had all gotten together for brunch. Trudy was celebrating her twenty-five years as a cop. Playing two truths and a lie was always fun and competitive when it was a table full of cops. “And go,” Trudy sat back in her seat waiting to see what the tables consensus was.

“Okay, Dickin’s don’t do Karaoke so that’s the lie.” Kevin is confident and Hailey points at him agreeing with his words. But Kim shakes her head dismissively thinking she knows her mentor better than that.

“No definitely not. It’s soccer. The woman hates moving.” Trudy scoffs at the comment crossing her arms over her chest. Her sharp eyes watched the way that Kim leaned into Jay. Their chairs were pulled close together and his hand was resting on her thigh with her hand on his forearm absently caressing it with her thumb. The familiarity spoke of a long relationship in its natural movements and shared looks.

Jay laughed, “Yeah, there is no way you play varsity soccer in high school.” The table continued their roasting. The team was in high spirits and the last week had been running smoothly. The tension between Jay and Adam had faded along with his impressive shiner. They all lingered even after they finished eating, enjoying the company and teasing of one another.

Jay got up to order another mimosa for Kim at the bar. It was a Saturday and they may have another round if they were going to be there for a while. A shadow fell over him. “You want another drink Sarg?” When Trudy didn’t respond he turned to look at her. Her gaze is still on the table the team is sitting at.

“I haven’t seen her that happy in a while.” Jay’s blue eyes followed her gaze to Kim. She had a huge smile, and Antonio said something that made her throw her head back and laugh. The sound brings warmth to his chest. It’s infectious and makes him smile too. “Don’t screw this up, Halstead. That is my girl, you better take care of her. I promise you, you won’t find better.”

Jay turned to fully face her. Her eyes held a seriousness that he matched. “I know. I have every intention of keeping that smile on her face.” Life was finally settling down. Work was back to normal. Everyone was getting along and had fallen back into a seamless understanding and camaraderie.

Kim’s sister had spent two weeks in rehab. Zoey had been staying with Kim and in turn with him. The pair didn’t sleep apart well anymore. Nicole had gotten out and was more like herself. Zoey had gone home. A peace in Kim that had been missing for too long had returned. She seemed lighter. Less worry furrowing in between her eyebrows. “She is my girl too.” Trudy gave him a short curt nod of acceptance. If Jay didn’t know any better, he might have thought she had teared up a little.

“Good because I like you, Halstead. I would hate to have to kick your ass.” Jay couldn’t contain his bark of laughter. “I mean it Chuckles. You hurt her and you’ll pay the price.” It wasn’t the first hurt her and I’ll kill you spiel he had gotten but he did not doubt that it was the most dangerous. And that was saying something considering he had gotten it in various degrees from Kevin, Antonio, and Voight. Kim was well loved in the team and the men within were protective of the females. Apparently, that protection was limited to outside the group. Jay didn’t mind it though. Honestly, he was happy there were so many people who cared about Kim. If that meant he had to deal with a little more third-degree he would take the tradeoff.

“I do not doubt it. And if I do- I'll let you.” A silent understanding passed between the two. It was broken by the bartender setting a bright orange drink on the bar. Jay pulls out his wallet fishing out a few bills before handing them to the server. “Thanks, man. Her next drink is on me too.”

“A Bloody Mary,” Trudy told the man who nodded and pulled a short thick glass. Jay laughed as he shoved his wallet back into his pocket.

“I should have guessed.” He tapped the bar top before grabbing the drink and heading back over to the table. Trudy kept facing the bar but watched in the mirror. She watched as Kim turned in her seat as Jay approached her, their fingers grazing as she took the glass from him. She watched Kim’s chair slide closer after Jay sat down closing the distance between the two of them. Her hand went to his thigh as he threw his arm over the back of her chair.

The bartender set her handsomely garnished drink on the bar as he spoke, “Ah, to be young and in love again.”

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🖤Ashes🩶

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Synopsis: Frustrated by Jake’s constant attempts to repair their friendship, Drew decides to burn the broken bridge for good.

A/N: Welcome back to another episode of “Drew does something stupid or mean, and ends up feeling sorry for himself.” Today, Drew REALLY fucks things up. (He’s my favorite boy-failure.) Also, Drew might’ve won the battle, but Jake wins the war. (No one’s gonna get this lmao.)

Contains Swearing, Violence, Mild Death-Threats(?)

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The sound of a blaring alarm awoke Drew from his fitful sleep, and slowly, he opened his eyes. He sat up groggily, rubbing at his eye with his palm as he struggled to keep them open.

“Then… Can I stay the night?” The voice echoed in his mind almost immediately, bringing him back to the events that had transpired a few nights ago. Liam had practically barged into his house, uninvited, and just… held him.

Drew’s hand lingered above his waist, just above where Liam’s had once been. His touch had been so warm, yet… Drew couldn’t find any comfort the memory. There was something that didn’t add up.

Why had Liam gone out of his way to help him that night? Why had he held him so carefully? Drew hadn’t offered him anything for it. Hell, he could barely remember thanking him for it.

Was Liam trying to make up for the fact he protected Zoey’s secrets? Or was there more that he was hiding, and this was all just a way to cover it up?

What if Liam had known Jake was going to leave? What if he knew of someone else who planned to hurt him? What if Liam was only trying to get closer to him so that he could hurt him as well? What if he was only using him as well? And how much of this was Henry in on?

Drew groaned, dragging his hand down his face. He was being dramatic again. Liam… probably wouldn’t do that to him…

He shoved the thoughts to the back of his mind, and forced himself to stand, dragging himself to his closet to finally start getting ready for the day.

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The moment Drew stepped foot on campus, his earbuds went in, and the world faded out. And while his body was stuck going through the motions, his mind was able to wander freely.

And for a while, Drew allowed himself to forget. To pretend nothing existed. To pretend… he didn’t exist.

It was a comforting thought…

But it didn’t last as long as he would’ve liked, because reality always found a way to pull him back down…

And it happened when he noticed Jake in the cafeteria… with Hailey.

The two were only visible for a few moments, and disappeared in the crowds the next, but Drew’s eyes couldn’t leave them for a second.

He could feel a white-hot flame ignite in his chest as he stared. And even after lunch had ended, he could still feel it burning. He tried his best to cover it, but the sparks refused to fade.

By the end of the day, Drew could still feel it, burning away at his insides. It guided his movements, and his hand slammed his locker closed with a loud bang.

The sound alone was enough to surprise him, and he forced himself to take a breath. He really needed to calm down. Maybe he could take a shower when he got home. Go to bed early and-

Drew flinched when he felt someone tap his shoulder, and quickly, he turned around, taking out an earbud to realize-

Jake was standing right there.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” Drew snapped. He turned to leave, but-

“Drew, wait-” The sound of Jake’s voice was enough to stop him in his tracks. “Please, will you just listen to me for a minute?” Drew refused to turn around.

“Go away.” He whispered, only to hear Jake take a step closer.

“Drew, please. I-I just… I want to apologize.”

He’s lying.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Drew.”

Don’t trust him.

“I just want-”

Drew’s body was moving on its own as he turned on his heel, and without a second thought, he backhanded Jake in the face.

The blonde stumbled back, eyes growing wide as he took in a sharp breath. He blinked a few times, his shaking fingertips grazing the reddened mark forming on his face.

“What part of ‘I’m done with you’ do you not understand?!” Drew shouted. “You’re not getting a second chance from me, and nothing is going to change that! You chose your side, and you made it abundantly clear who your real friends are! I couldn’t give a single fuck about you, or your excuses now! Hell, you could turn up dead tomorrow and I wouldn’t give a shit! It’s what you and all those other freaks deserve!” Jake’s eyebrows narrowed. Drew must’ve struck a nerve there…

“Leave them out of this!” Jake’s voice raised slightly, and Drew could feel a smirk tug at his lips.

“Or what?” He taunted, taking a step towards the blonde and savoring the way he tensed up at the movement. “You gonna write a whiny little song about it? Is Hailey gonna run away crying again?” Drew’s cruel smile faded as he leaned back a bit. “You seriously think I’m gonna leave those freaks out of this when they’re the problem?!”

“If anyone’s the problem here, it’s you!” Jake suddenly snapped, and before Drew could even process it, Jake had shoved him back. “You made me feel like shit about myself, for years, all because of something that had absolutely nothing to do with you! And not only that, you go out of your fucking way to bully other people for the same fucking reason. All you know how to do is hurt people!! Yet I’m somehow the one apologizing!”

“Oh, don’t you dare try to make me look like the bad guy here!”

“You think bullying people for their interests makes you a good guy?!”

“You think lying to your best friend is any better?!” Drew was struggling to keep his voice steady as he took a step towards him.

“I lied because you made me feel like I couldn’t trust you! And if you weren’t so wrapped up in your own head, you’d realize that! You never think about anyone else but yourself you selfish, spoiled asshole!!”

Drew’s fist was moving before he could think, punching Jake in the face. The blonde wasted no time returning the gesture.

Pain flooded Drew’s senses, yet only seemed to fuel the burning flame in his chest.

The fire blinded him, painting his world a deep, blood red. His punches were aimless, and each hit he took was nothing more than a dull pulse to march along with his ever-growing heartbeat. He didn’t care what was going on anymore. He just wanted Jake Sterling to suffer.

He was only partially aware of the crowd surrounding them, their murmurs and chants nothing but a muffled whisper.

Yet the sound of Jake’s heavy breaths and winces rang loudly in his ears.

He was quick to note every subtle change in his posture. Every move he made. And the very moment he’d tossed his jacket to the ground, revealing arms reddened from bruises.

Jake suddenly lunged forward, grabbing Drew by his collar and pinning him to the lockers. Drew’s head jerked, the air forced from his lungs in a choked exhale.

And for a moment, Drew couldn’t breathe. His mind was spinning. He had to do something, but-

His eyes met Jake’s for a moment, yet there was no longer any life in eyes.

Suddenly, a blunt force hit Drew’s stomach, causing him to gag. He had to escape, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to get enough power for another punch from his position. So he did the next thing he thought of: he dug his nails into Jake’s skin, scratching him just above his brow. The blonde winced, his grip loosening for a second as he stumbled back, and Drew seized the opportunity to break away from him, placing a hand on his chest as he struggled to catch his breath.

And the second he finally did so, he was running at Jake once again, swinging at him again and hitting his eye. But Jake only faltered for a moment before grabbing Drew’s shoulders, slamming him to the floor.

Stars flooded his vision when his head smacked against the ground, his surroundings blurring together into a mess of dull colors.

Drew could feel Jake’s legs straddle his waist, preventing him from moving. He wasn’t strong enough to force Jake off of him either, no matter how much he fought against him.

There wasn’t anything Drew could do as he watched Jake draw his fist back, and-

…Drew could’ve sworn he heard something snap.

Pain erupted in the center of his face, and even something as simple as a breath burned.

He could feel blood dripping from his nose. He noticed some of it coating Jake’s knuckle.

Jake was about to punch him again when Drew noticed a pair of hands grab Jake by the arms, dragging him off as loud whistles began to blow. Another person, a security guard most likely, grabbed Drew as well.

Drew let out a wordless yell, struggling against the guards hold, desperate to get back to the fight.

But Drew noticed a flicker of light in Jake’s eyes for a moment, and Drew’s shaking breaths began to slow. His movements halted, and he allowed himself to just… stare. And take in the damage he’d done.

Jake’s eye was swollen, his arms and cheeks littered with bruises. Small scratches ran along his brow, bleeding ever so slightly.

Yet his eyes were no longer cold. They’d gone… almost glossy. And Drew couldn’t understand why.

“Jake!”

The familiar voice dragged Drew back to reality, and he tore his gaze from the blonde to see a familiar figure forcing her way through the crowds.

Her black eyes were wide, worry etched in her features as she tried to get to Jake.

And Drew could recall when he had once been in her place.

When he was the one who mattered.

When it was him, not her…

Not Hailey.

…Before he knew it, he was screaming again. An incoherent string of profanities and insults. Tearing into Jake’s insecurities, anything that would give him the last word in the fight.

The words burned on his tongue, but he couldn’t stop them for escaping.

And in the end, Drew cherished the broken look in Jake’s eyes as the words left his bleeding lips.

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Drew winced as his fingertips grazed his nose again. Despite the nurse’s exasperated comments, Drew knew it must’ve been broken. Yet all he was given was some tissues and a measly ice pack before she left to tend to Jake.

The two had been dragged to the nurses office, and while Drew was left in the waiting room, Jake was taken to the infirmary room. Hailey had insisted on following, but she was eventually sent away.

Drew glanced down at his feet, despite the nurse telling him numerous times to keep his head elevated to stop the bleeding.

The fight replayed in his head over and over again. And even still, Drew couldn’t get over the lifeless look in his old friend’s eyes.

It was strange to think that a month ago, those same eyes would’ve looked at him with such warmth and care…

Drew glanced up when he heard Jake’s door open, and when the blonde walked past him, he noticed how red his eyes had gotten. They looked almost… watery. Drew averted his gaze, keeping it fixed the tiled flooring as he listened to Jake’s footsteps slowly fade. But before Drew could hear the door open, Jake paused.

“I think I’m done with you, too.” He whispered, his voice oddly unsteady. Drew glanced up at him, but the blonde was already gone. Leaving Drew alone in silence.

The words repeated in his mind. Then again, and again, and-

Drew realized he finally did it.

He finally burned the bridge between him and Jake. There’d be no going back now.

He’d gotten what he wanted…

So… why could feel his heart stop for a moment. Why was his throat growing tighter. Why couldn’t he breathe?

Drew finally tilted his head up, blinking a few times as he struggled to take in an even breath of air.

Why was this happening? This is what he wanted, wasn’t it?

Jake was finally gone…

[ahsokathegray]

A Remedy for Memory || Part Four

Pairing: Rexsoka

Prompt: Rexsoka Monthly Jan. ‘24 - Accidental First Kiss

Summary: One simple fall causes a certain commander to fall in love with his co-commander all over again. Rex expresses his gratitude to his lover rather affectionately — unaware that he's never done so before, unaware that he and Ahsoka aren't together.

Tags: order 66 didn't happen, temporary amnesia, whump kinda, fake dating kinda, protective brotherly Anakin

Word Count: 5,284

A/N: if you saw the rom com this was inspired by, no you didn't. but fr go watch it, it's called the other zoey! (@rexsoka-monthly)

read on ao3! / masterlist

Rex pecked the crease in her forehead, rupturing each one of her cells in a ripple like effect. It was so casual for him, as if it had been part of his morning routine all this time. Kisses on her forehead were something that this false version of herself was meant to be accustomed to by now. 

Ahsoka swallowed around the knot in her throat and replaced the photo back to its temporary home, upon a shelf that would never need dusting, and turned down a long corridor. Following hot on her heels, Rex spied the bedroom through an open door and, chuckling softly, wrapped himself around her from behind and eagerly hurried them to the shared quarters.

There would be no walls of separation here as there had been aboard the Tribunal.

The strong hands encircling her waist tightened and Ahsoka shrieked, curling inwards as Rex lifted her. His speed increased and then she was airborne, thrust upwards with her lekku catching wind as the bed caught her. Rex was already waiting beneath her as she knocked against him, having moved perhaps too quickly for poor Kix’s liking and cradling her in tandem with the embrace of the mattress.

It molded itself to fit around the shape of their entwined forms and, twice today, Ahsoka recognized that she’d been graced with things much softer than she ever deserved. Even a lavish mattress couldn’t hope to rival the plush lips of the man beside her as he pressed them to the underside of her jaw. She was a fit of breathy giggles as Rex covered her in adoring kisses, his mouth touching every part of her he could hope to reach. He drowned happily in her, the both of them catching his quiet, satisfied groans as he lost himself in such affection.

The tips of his loving fingers teased the hem of her dress in an attempt to steal a touch at more of her skin, but Ahsoka caught his wrist just as the contact was made, careening into his touch before pushing his hands gently away. She couldn’t fight the twitch of her muscles or the spread of warmth in her abdomen, forever a stranger to such foreign intimacy. 

Ahsoka’s adrenaline helped conjure an excuse. “I’m going to wash up before bed. I’ll be back in a bit,” she rushed to say, pecking the corner of Rex’s pleading eyes with clumsy lips.

Nuzzling into her further, Rex grunted his disapproval but didn’t attempt to convince her to stay. “Hurry back,” he mumbled, settling back into the endless amounts of pillows decorating their bed. “I’ve missed you.”

I’ve missed you.

“I missed you too, Rex…” Ahsoka trailed. “Do you, um, need anything while I’m up?” She adjusted her clothing and glanced around the room as if not for the first time. She wondered if his missing her was new or if it had been one of the few things he still remembered from before. Their knees could be brushing whilst sitting atop crates on the Resolute and yet she would still miss him fiercely in the moment. Over the course of three months, neither one of them ever had the courage to admit it, leaving their eyes doing all the speaking. 

The impact of such communication was discreet to no avail, as Ahsoka had later learned from Jesse. 

“Actually, yes, have you seen my datapad lying around anywhere?” he asked.

Ahsoka reached for the night table nearest to her. “Exactly where you left it,” she smirked, relieved that somehow his datapad had been planted there. “But Kix was strict on no screens until you’re better.”

Rex groaned playfully, “I’m starting to think you’re just making some of this up.”

“Believe me, I wish I were,” she answered, mulling too long over how much she meant it. 

The steaming sonic greeted her like an old friend, trapping her in the fog and under the falling water, offering to help her make sense of the nonsensical. The patter of the droplets never failed to wash away her troubles and, foolishly, she hoped the spray might also melt Rex’s touch permanently into her skin. 

It would do no such thing.

Ahsoka massaged her aching montrals, gripping the peaks to urge herself to remain focused, to stay on mission. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry but was sure she did a bit of both. This was all fabricated. Even the cruel, beautiful glimpse of the lie had her in just as fuge a state as Rex. There were few things she wouldn’t give to live in the reality he was existing in.

She’d sleep on the sofa, she’d keep her distance, she wouldn’t allow any more strings to bond them. There were only three— really two days now until her Knighthood ceremony. That gave her two days to sever the damning strings of attachment to Rex in which she already helped knit. These things are always easier said than done, as Ahsoka still had yet to cease pressing her buzzing lips together to savor the taste of him that had been left behind.

Scanning the sonic for soap, her hands fell limply to her sides. There was a half used bar sitting on one of the ledges. Padmé had been nothing but thorough in her aid to this elaborate ruse. With a set jaw, Ahsoka turned her burning shower to the coldest setting before finishing up and stepping out, wishing that she and Rex had been the ones to shrink the bar instead. 

“I need to ask you something,” Rex called suddenly from inside the bedroom, catching her as she was toweling off.

The Force alerted her that his hand was nearing the door panel and so the towel was wrapped around her body at a hyperspeedic rate. “So do I. Why are you up?” she asked with furrowed brow markings.

Not a moment later, the door separating them slid aside and steam from her sonic wafted out of the refresher to claim his tall figure. Rex stepped in with mischief tugging at his lips and he leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, noticeably without the shirt he’d been wearing.

Ahsoka gripped the towel tighter around her, acutely aware that they were each staring at the state the other was in. “You should be resting, Rex,” she exhaled, its sole purpose to reduce the threatening blush in her lekku. 

The devilish smirk she’d only been introduced to today deepened. “How high is our water bill?” he asked abruptly, brushing off her remark.

“Our— Your urgent question was to come in here to ask about our water bill?” 

He strode towards her, stopping so close that they shared the oxygen of a singular person. “I was thinking we could save a couple more credits each month if we showered together instead,” he drawled, speaking against her parted lips before claiming them with his own and walking her right back into the wet sonic. 

Ahsoka’s breath was stolen from her, taken hostage by Rex as she fought to keep her towel from becoming compromised. His head tilted, needing to have her, tongue entering her mouth with a temptatous demand of entry — one she could not refuse. She whined as he swiped at her bottom lip and Rex chuckled at her sensitivity, his wandering hands falling and settling at her hips. The place between her thighs was swollen with excitement.

Fingering the length of her towel where the gap rested near his thumb, he whispered between her panting, “There’s no chance you’ll let me relieve you of this, is there?”

“Is your memory so bad that you’re forgetting Kix’s orders?” Ahsoka breathlessly retorted, unable to concentrate with his carefully placed knee grazing her core.

He smirked and pulled away, distracted still by the beautiful woman pressed between him and the wall. Rex ran the pads of his fingers against his lips. “You know I’m notorious for questioning orders. Or am I remembering that incorrectly, too?” he challenged, eyes dropping to her chest and wiping away a stray water droplet from her clavicle. If a remark about being wet was dancing on his tongue, he didn’t voice it, but the simmering glint in his amber eyes all but spoke it for him. They were quite good at that.

Boldly, Ahsoka freed one of her hands, pulling him down to her level by the nape of his neck and initiating affections for the very first time, kissing him hard and with a passion that caused him to whimper helplessly into her mouth. But Rex was too enamored to detect her bait, opening his eyes to discover he was the one now backed into the damp sonic wall, an orange hand splayed in the middle of his chest with Ahsoka at an arm’s length away. He panted, delighted with her deception and writhing under her palm, amber irises flaring. Her thumb twitched, grazing his old blaster scar and he was rendered defenseless, hips jerking involuntarily.

Securing her towel and cheekily saluting him, Ahsoka made to exit the refresher, muttering under her breath something about whatever was in the injections Kix had administered, when Rex called after her. “‘Soka,” he said, hanging on the open door of the sonic.

She turned, lekku gliding across her wet shoulders, the nickname only adding charge to the electricity coursing through her body.

“I keep a journal in that datapad. That’s what I wanted to tell you. I remembered it. Could you read to me what I logged over the last few days? Figured it might jog my memory sooner.”

Ahsoka was stunned. “Oh. Do I— you never told me,” she revealed, heart constricting at the weight of what he was asking her to do — of what she knew she might find. 

He winked, eyes darkening as he unbuttoned his trousers and followed in her steps back towards the door. Rex’s tented briefs peeked out from beneath his unsecured pants but he paid them no mind, grabbing hold of the frame above Ahsoka’s head and leaning in. Her breath stalled in her lungs and her lips reached instinctually for his.

But the only thing that moved was a towel hanging on a hook beside her head. Rex’s chest rumbled in a low, dark chuckle at her deflation, “You’re not the only tease living here.”

The lines in his back were made visible to her as he walked away, leaving her dazed, disoriented, and all too almost-naked in his wake. Déjà vu continued to hit her like a train.

Ahsoka pressed her back hard against the door when it shut, making up for lost oxygen and cursing herself for losing the focus she’d so desperately scrounged up. Rex’s datapad sat untouched on the bed. She swallowed and fled into the only room she had yet to explore, finding a large closet the size of her quarters at the Temple tucked inside the bedroom. The towel nearly fell to a heap on the floor. Padmé… Padmé had outdone herself. For only a few days worth of a ruse, her friend had thought of even the most minute of details. 

Men and women’s civilian clothing lined the racks, organized between hers and his, by color and season. Rex’s helmet sat atop a crate she recognized as the ones that clones stored personal effects in. Even traditional Togrutan robes adorned a few of the hangars. A series of drawers were built into the racks and Ahsoka considered them carefully, knowing they wouldn’t be empty. She reached for the first, discovering a collection of Rex’s Republic war medals inside. In front of them, however, sat something that didn’t belong — something that once belonged to her. 

Ahsoka traced the convex grooves of the akul tooth headdress, picking it up as though she half expected it to crumble under her touch. The last time she’d set eyes on it, she’d pawned it off in the Underworld for enough credits for a decent place to sleep. Her chest tightened and she placed it back, comparing the bed she’d slept in that night to the one beyond the closet door. 

Pride bloomed in her chest for Rex, finding awards and achievements he’d never before mentioned amidst the collection. There were a few he was rather proud of and Ahsoka spotted them quickly, remembering a time when the Captain had been one to brag. She was absorbed in her admiration for him when she came across another piece in his collection that didn't belong amongst the rest. 

It, too, had been pawned off below the surface of the planet. The small diamond charm necklace stared back at her like a stranger. Ahsoka immediately searched for her Padawan beads as well, but they were nowhere to be found. 

This had not been Anakin’s contribution to the ruse. Padmé had found these items in Rex’s personal quarters.

The second drawer was opened with less apprehension and Ahsoka was greeted not with gold or memorabilia, but with various lacy underthings. One side contained the same pairs of briefs she’d seen from beyond Rex’s fly in the refresher. She swallowed. The other side was much more colorful. From among the items intended for her, Ahsoka plucked out the least amount of material she’d ever laid eyes upon. 

Groaning, she closed the drawer and searched for some sleepwear that would cover her rear more than the underwear promised to.

Minutes later, she was settled between the sheets with Rex’s datapad in hand, staring blankly at the amount of logging he had done. There were journal entries dating back from even before the war, back when he was still a cadet on Kamino. When his memory was restored, she hoped he might read her a few of them. She found the most recent entries and what he’d written before they left for the mission they’d just returned from. 

Year 3, Month 8, Day 89 post-war

The boys have been restless. They’re itching for the field but the fight has been waning since the Seppies were defeated. We’re being sent to Serenno to collect an alleged war chest under the ownership of Dooku and redistribute it back to those it was stolen from. Sterling is attempting to convince some shinies to paint themselves like droids for target practice. But killing clankers takes an edge off that target practice doesn’t. The feeling hasn’t eased, but is mostly manageable. 

Year 3, Month 8, Day 73 post-war

I can’t tell these days if I love or despise serving the GAR. I fought for a cause I believed in, a cause we won, but I’ve never been more unsure. The fight allowed me to forget my selfishness. I was never meant to have this much time to think, let alone think at all. There was never supposed to be a point in which I had to weigh what my life’s purpose was. Until now, it’d been decided for me. 

Year 3, Month 7, Day 58 post-war

When she first came back to us, I was worried I’d lose concentration. I was wrong then just as I am now. Skywalker notices. So does Jesse. She and I work almost too well together. It’s something I could never begin to explain correctly, but ever since Mandalore, we are linked — forever fused in a way not unlike my own armor. I am a better man with her around, a better soldier, but not the soldier I’m supposed to be.

Ahsoka was robbed of the air in her lungs. Her own throat threatened to suffocate her. She was well past the limit of “the last few days” of entries he’d set for her. 

Year 3, Month 6, Day 35 post-war

I’ve had my resignation papers drawn since we returned from the siege. If I thought I could bear the look in Skywalker’s eyes, I’d have handed them in already.

Year 3, Month 5, Day 15 post-war

She accepted General Windu’s offer. Whether she stays or goes I will always lose her.

Year 3, Month 5, Day 1 post-war

My heart exists outside of my body in the for

Tears stained her knuckles as Ahsoka checked the entry again and again, looking for the rest of the words. Rex had left it incomplete. 

“So, is my poetic recount of our first time bringing tears to your eyes?” Rex asked, stepping into the bedroom.

Ahsoka jumped, drying her betraying eyes. “Something like that,” she hurried, patting the empty bed for him to join her. 

He hummed in consideration, pulling her undivided attention to where he stood. A towel was slung low around his hips — below his hips, rather. She averted her eyes back to his datapad and he chuckled, striding towards the closet. 

“Tell me everything,” Rex urged once he’d finally slipped in bed beside her, placing a hand over her knee and drawing her closer to him. 

His cheeks were colored with the heat from the sonic, giving him a glow that would’ve been deadly for anyone so close. Between his warm skin, masculine aroma, and his silk pajama shorts that matched her own nightwear, Ahsoka lost her truce with concentration. If her Great Trial had been not to ogle Rex’s bare, unfairly muscular chest, she would have failed almost instantly. 

“‘Soka, are you feeling alright? What’s bothering you?”

She nodded, powerless but to read him a false entry that did not exist, to lie to him through her teeth as per her orders. “Month five, day eighty-nine post war. Ahsoka and I will be visiting the men at the shipyard this week. They were sent on a mission to Serenno retrieving stolen artifacts from Dooku. Skywalker gave us permission to personally return any Shilian items back to her people. All Ahsoka can talk about are her parents.”

“Have I ever met your parents?” Rex asked hopefully, considering the entry. 

Tears threatened once more in her eyes at the possibilities they’d have if they were entirely different people. Ahsoka shook her head and continued, “Well, not yet, anyway. Alright. Month five, day seventy-three post-war. Some days I miss the GAR, but I might just be better with kitchen appliances than I am with my pistols. I asked Ahsoka for her review and she declined to comment.”

He laughed and leaned further into the pillows. “So I am a terrible cook?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll still kiss the chef anyway,” she smiled, pressing one to the faint scar on his chin. 

She could feel the low hum in his throat. “Read to me our first time,” he prompted next. 

Ahsoka stiffened, skin blooming with heat. “Rex—”

“What?” he teased. “You remember when it was, don’t you? I’ll vow to you right now that this is the one and only time I’ll ever forget an important date.” He put one pleading hand over his heart and the veins were noticeably standing out, drying her mouth further than it already had. 

Ahsoka rolled her eyes and summoned the courage that evaded her, “And this is the one and only time you’ll ever get a pass.”

He wet his lips and nodded back to the datapad as if to repeat his question. 

She searched through his older logs and found the one from that night in the hangar — the night something might’ve happened had things gone according to plan. Her lekku darkened further and she could see Rex’s wiggling eyebrows in her periphery. 

“Go on,” he goaded, squeezing her knee in encouragement. 

Year 3, Month 5, Day 1102 of war

I have marked this entry for deletion, but not before I’ve committed every detail to memory. I woke up in my quarters this morning with no memory of how I got there. The last thing I remember was leaving and finding Ahsoka in the hangar control room. I expected the amorous nature of our exchanges to dwindle as we returned back to the monotony of our respective roles, but things shifted in that room, coming to a precipice as she removed my helmet and we rendezvoused in the shuttle. 

Days of tortuous feelings snapped into place, gaining clarity, gaining a name. My impossibly short life has gained infinite more meaning with her back in it. She gives me years back. I prefer who I am when I am with her. I am better for knowing her. I envy the rain's ability to fall for her and soak into her skin. I never did make it to her room and I’m trying to tell myself it’s for the better, but I can’t get the memory of her off my tongue. I wanted to believe it was something I could escape through physical release, but I have never finished so hard and yet I still—

Rex placed a gentle hand on her thigh. “You don’t have to read it, ‘Soka. I just like being the reason your lekku turn three shades darker.”

Ahsoka blinked rapidly, shutting his datapad off and returning it to the night table. The entry had been quite lengthy, continuing on in detail about what he remembered that she could not allow herself to read. She was scarlet in the face and met his eyes sheepishly from the shelter of her own shoulder.

Laughing, Rex squeezed her leg and invited her to lie next to him. “If it left you that speechless, I can’t wait to find out how often we test the integrity of this bed frame.”

She nearly choked, shifting it quickly to match his amusement. “It’s just very… enlightening to read from your perspective,” she settled with, gathering her many feelings on his words into one broad statement. The image of Rex pleasuring himself was stamped into her mind, making it difficult to maintain eye contact. “Did it help you remember anything?”

“I’m recalling the Serenno mission a bit, the talk about all the different artifacts Dooku pillaged, but nothing else.”

“A good night’s sleep will help,” Ahsoka said. “Ewok steps.”

“Ewok steps,” Rex repeated, smiling and switching off the lamp.

So she inched downward in the sheets, fitting herself to Rex’s front and finding that the point of her montral didn’t bother him as she’d long worried it might. Rather, it curved around his shoulder and hooked there as if they’d each been designed for that very purpose, to fit from the very start. She had entirely forgotten to refuse the comforts of the bed for the couch, but her tired body protested.

Rex sighed once she settled, his heart calm while hers continued to challenge the cage it was trapped in. He had more than become that relaxed man he’d spoken about so hopefully on the Tribunal three months ago. He had embraced the life she’d wanted with him, allowing himself what his heart desired without the duties of their titles interfering.

A wave his relaxation washed over her, contagious and inviting, having no need for the water of the sonic to melt his touch into her skin. His feverish touch caused it to happen all on its own. He hummed and delicately stroked the tip of her montral, dipping into the curve. She shivered. A sleepy kiss was pressed to her rear lek, drowsy with incomplete words of love slipping off his lips.

Rex slept the next day away. Ahsoka had the entire apartment memorized by the time he emerged from the bedroom, decidedly not lingering on words he’d only half written or half said. She was also half convinced the amount of rest he’d gotten might help his brain play a bit of catch up, but that theory proved incorrect to her chagrin.

“Anakin and Padmé have invited us over for dinner tomorrow tonight,” Ahsoka announced as Rex entered the kitchen. 

He rubbed his face and came to where she stood by the caf maker, slotting himself behind her and wrapping his hands around her middle. Ahsoka laughed softly and leaned her head back, giving Rex the room to place his chin on her shoulder and kiss the curve of her lekku. It took her by surprise just how fast the role she was playing had taken root. Standing like this in the kitchen with him felt natural. Guilt bubbled in her stomach, sick with the way she was having to think of this as any other mission, preemptively mourning these moments.

“Think he’ll ask me aside about yesterday?” Rex asked, releasing her when the caf maker sputtered. 

Ahsoka went to fetch a mug from the cabinet and stopped cold, their conversation before his fall hurdling to the forefront of her mind. “What did you say?”

He cocked an eyebrow and continued, “Skywalker. He was there at the shipyard yesterday. I think he’s withholding something.”

She blanched, coming back to the present as Rex carefully removed the mug from her fingers. “Sorry, I just— you remembered something.”

Rex smiled briefly, teeth shining. “He’s never been able to hide the way his emotions come across on his face. Now that I mention it, what exactly are his thoughts on his former Padawan and Captain living together? He didn’t seem to be in high spirits when he saw us.”

How his brain had omitted where they were standing when this happened was beyond her.

“Oh. He’s, well, it did take him a while to accept. And no one was in high spirits, Rex. You fell pretty hard.”

“That’s all?” Rex asked, a brow arched.

“You know how Anakin is. It’s only been three months,” she added.

He let out a short huff of air and sipped his caf. Guilt gnawed at her. Rex was already confused as it was and her broken lies did nothing but make it worse. “So it’s going to be one of those dinners, then.”

“Unfortunately.”

Ahsoka detailed the fall he took the day prior but he had no recollection of it. Nothing about datapads, Commanders, her upcoming ceremony, or a privately scheduled conversation seemed to come to mind for him. “There’s more I should be remembering, isn’t there?” he asked.

She ran a hand through his buzzed blonde hairs. “It’ll come back. They’ve asked me not to say much just in case it hinders the healing process. You have to remember on your own,” Ahsoka revealed, feeling herself shrink in her fuzzy, monogrammed slippers. Rex readied to protest but she continued, “I’ve been thinking. We should go back to the shipyard. Something there might make something in that old brain of yours click and I’m told the boys are still unloading.”

He pecked her on the cheek and traced the markings there adoringly. “Yes ma’am,” he whispered and gave her a small salute.

Only a handful of troopers roamed the shipyard, as most had taken their leave to the barracks or to the sports bars by now. A squad from the 332nd was stacking emptied crates, nodding to their Commanders as they made their way through the open facility. Rex said nothing, but Ahsoka could plainly see the smile on his face at their orange painted buckets as they passed by. 

The Resolute and the Tribunal were docked beside one another, both of them with lights shutting off. Confused, Rex turned to squeezed Ahsoka’s hand, lifting their joined fists and pointing to the cruiser. “Why are they preparing the Tribunal? I thought its maiden voyage was its last.”

Ahsoka bit her tongue, certain that it was her they were prepping it for. As a Jedi Knight and no longer Anakin’s Padawan, she’d be given her own Venator. Gone were the days she’d be a staple in the halls of the Resolute. From here on out, she’d be sleeping in the General’s quarters because she’d actually be a General. “I’m not sure,” she said untruthfully. “I can ask Jesse. I let him and Kix know earlier that we’d be stopping by.”

Rex only nodded, swallowing the fact that these things Ahsoka could not tell him must be quite big. 

They found Kix sitting on the ramp of a smaller shuttle, patching a laceration on the elbow of a shiny. Ahsoka waved at the pair and he beckoned them closer. As they neared the shuttle, its familiar dim lighting and wear greeted her. Kix was occupying the shuttle she and her Captain had stolen away in during their return from Mandalore. She turned to Rex for confirmation and he was already grinning, shooting her a wink.

“Mind if I drop off another patient?” Ahsoka asked the medic playfully.

Kix laughed, securing the bacta patch on the other trooper and telling him he was free to go. “Suppose I can make time for one more sorry soldier,” he jested. “What have you two been up to lately?” He looked to Ahsoka, communicating wordlessly with her.

“Honestly? Sleeping and spilling caf,” she answered.

“Well, there are studies that prove caf intake can improve memory performance. How is the old thinker? Remembering anything at all?”

The look she received was one of sympathy, one Rex couldn’t see. Kix just clicked his light into Rex’s eyes for a quick checkup. 

Ahsoka sighed, “Little things. No major events, really.”

“I see,” Kix said, understanding her meaning. “I could do a quick brain scan before I head off for the evening if you’d like. Jesse’s in Rex’s old office if you want to speak with him.”

She thanked Kix and squeezed Rex’s shoulder before heading in the opposite direction overhearing as the medic asked Rex if he knew his last name, to which they laughed. It was dark now, but she’d long since memorized the way to a certain corner office. The door was ajar when she arrived, a lamp she’d gifted him illuminating the room. 

A sizable dent had been made in the stacks of reports that had been there yesterday and occupying the newly emptied space were a pair of crossed feet.

Jesse was lounging in the desk chair, legs propped up and passed out cold. His mouth hung agape with exhaustion and Ahsoka stifled a laugh, approaching her dear friend. “Jesse,” she called, watching closely as he stirred. “At attention.”

His nose scrunched and she stifled a giggle, taking a datapad and nudging one of his feet. Jesse’s feet uncrossed and both pistols were drawn before his eyes ever cracked open, a steel look in his dark eyes. 

“Ahsoka,” he signed, chest rising and falling violently under his armor. “I’m so sorry, I— I would have never— I must’ve fallen asleep.”

She softly released the breath she was holding, “It’s okay, Jesse. I should’ve knocked. I’m sorry I startled you.”

His pistols were replaced into their holsters and Jesse rubbed his face. “That’s no excuse to have pulled my blasters on you, I—”

“It’s alright,” she said again, offering him a kind smile. “You didn’t know. You— Rex has them, too.”

He looked up at her and she sat adjacent to him at the large desk. “He told you about the nightmares?”

She shook her head. “No. I only found out about them last night. He slept for a long time, but he didn't sleep well… I had no idea.”

“I don’t think any of us really get any decent shut eye once we leave Kamino. No one talks about them, except maybe the medics. It’s something we tend to keep pretty close to the chest. Did he have them all night?” 

Ahsoka thought for a moment before responding, “No. No, not until after I got out of bed.” Her lekku flushed.

Jesse smirked. “So you finally slept together?”

“Jesse,” she warned. 

“Nothing stops them, you know. The nightmares. Kix has tried everything at this point. So if you stopped them, even for just a few hours, that tells me everything I need to know,” he said.

“And what would that be?”

“He’s bad in love with you.”

[fluffyzoey]

After Nightmares

visions of alternate timelines full of destruction and chaos are a lot for an already overworked young woman to handle. estelle gets a chance to be vulnerable again and zoey learns how to take care of her. its a win win.

this is my first time writing any kind of agere so PLEASE be nice/send feedback about it or just the story in general. to the anon from earlier i’m sorry if this characterization doesn’t fit your standards :)

Dealing with visions was already tiring. Visions lead to fainting, they lead to slurred speech and difficulty breathing and chanting of that word: “eyes”

So many eyes, everywhere. The world turned purple, with swirls of black and yellow and white, her head pounded, her brain throbbing in her skull like a drummer in a hard rock band. 

And then she would pass out.

There was no alerting anyone: nobody could sense it, not her friends, not her family, not the cats. She coped well, for someone afflicted with a generations-long curse. 

On most days, the eyes weren’t even the worst part.

She was more vulnerable while she was asleep. That was a good rule of thumb: the less awake she was, the easier she was to throw for a loop. The nightmares came fast and frequent. After particularly bad ones, she would wake up crying.

And that was exactly what had happened that night.

“Estelle?” Zoey sat bolt upright, rapidly blinking sleep from her eyes as she watched her girlfriend writhe in pain. She put a firm hand on her shoulder, grabbing her and shaking her. 

“Nnnnnn…” Estelle let out a sharp little whine, kicking her feet. “Don’t wanna- don’t wanna see anymore…” Zoey squeezed harder. She didn’t want to cause any pain, but her instinct to wake the girl up far overtook that desire.

“I know, I know-” Zoey sounded panicked, which was uncommon. Her usually snarky demeanor had been replaced by worry. “Yeah, I know.”

By the time Estelle was awake and back in full consciousness, it was clear something was very, very wrong. She hugged her knees to her chest, tears running down her cheeks like raindrops down car windows. Whatever she’d seen had shaken her to her core.

“Hey…baby…” Zoey reached out tentatively. The words stung her lips when she said them; she was still learning how to be more genuine and baby may have been pushing it. “Is something wrong?”

Estelle looked up at her, and Zoey was immediately transported back to her time as a kid, scared and alone at the foot of her mother’s bed, watery eyes and clenched fists after a bad dream. Estelle was just a child again. 

“Do you need anything?” She kept her voice to a whisper. “I can go get you a glass of water? Extra blanket?”

“Don’t wanna get up…” Estelle managed to say through whimpers. “He’s out there.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Zoey urged. “Sometimes it’s less scary if you talk about it.”

Estelle shook her head and moved closer to Zoey. “I don’t wanna…”

“Well, then, let’s try to go back to sleep.”

“No! He’ll get me…don’t let him get me…” She pressed her face into Zoey’s chest, her ginger hair falling around her damp face. Zoey wrapped both arms around her, clutching her securely. God, Zoey, don’t fuck it up. She’s a mess. Don’t make it worse.

“Okay…do you want to just sit here, then?” She stroked her girlfriend’s soft curls, shifting slightly side to side.

Estelle rested her chin on one of her breasts, amber owl eyes staring at Zoey, unblinking. “Can we turn the lights on? I don’t like the darkness…There’s eyes n’ there…”

Zoey obliged, flipping on the lightswitch beside their bed. The girls were illuminated by the soft glow of the lamps on their nightstands. “Better?”

“Better.”

“Will you sleep if I leave the lights on?” Zoey carefully moved her lover’s hair out of her face with no more than a gentle brush of her fingertips. 

“I don’t know…” Estelle sounded genuinely unsure. She closed her eyes, breathing in Zoey’s scent. It seemed to comfort her in a way. 

“Stel, honey, are you feeling okay? Do you feel sick or anything?”

“Not sick. Uhm…like…small. And the world is big.”

“Yeah, I see that. Well…I know I’m not good at comforting you, and I can be kind of…harsh and intimidating and I’m probably not the greatest girlfriend…”

Estelle clapped a hand over her mouth. “Shush! You’re warm. Like a teddy bear.”

“If that’s what you need, I’ll gladly be your teddy bear.”

[imonawholedifferentlevel]

𝗟𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗜𝗻 𝗦𝗲𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗸

⇛𝗪𝗲 𝗚𝗼𝘁 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀!⇚

𝟯𝗿𝗱 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗣𝗢𝗩 ‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹

Welcome back to Seabrook, where belonging is everything.

We're a strong, united and tight-knit community. And that's a good thing 'cause it wasn't always this way. There was a time when we had to protect ourselves. Legend has it that when the first settlers came to Seabrook, they found wild beasts with sharp claws lurking in the forest.

Which sparked an epic battle. Seabrook settlers bravely fought off the monstrous attack. And discovered a powerful energy source. Realizing they discovered a precious resource, they safeguarded it from the beasts.

They weren't going to let anyone steal their treasure. So they hid it. And the town prospered and grew rich by harnessing the precious energy source. Seabrook benefited greatly as it grew strong, happy, and unified.

The beasts were a distant memory.

Seabrook forgot monsters could be real.

Until clearly, they were. A little lime soda mixed with a dash of industrial strength Seabrook energy... And boom! Zombies were created. In a lot of ways, Seabrook's moved on since then. But it's hard to bury your past...

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"Moon! Moon! Are you ready for school?!" I heard my dad ask from downstairs. My hazel eyes shot open, and I quickly jumped from the bed.

"Uhhh, yeah, I'm coming!" I yelled back.

"Shit, shit, shit," I muttered, looking around the room, and quickly settled for a black tank top and some light blue jeans. I ran into my bathroom and quickly put my white hair into a man bun before grabbing my bag.

I turned to walk out of my room, but I felt myself weaken, and I started coughing profusely. I managed to contain myself after a little bit and looked down at my moonstone necklace.

It's losing its charge.

"I gotta find them," I mumbled sadly, thinking about my pack and if they were okay.

"And mostly, I need to find her." I continued looking down at my friend's bracelet, which was gray. Over the years, I desperately tried to find my pack as well as my mate.

I howl on a full moon every night, just praying that they can hear me, but to no avail. Luckily, Zed and Zoey were there to comfort me during the hard times, and I feel so lucky to have them, even if they aren't my real family.

I've been thinking about Willa every day, wondering what she looked like when she was all grown up and if she was even more beautiful than before.

"Moon! Let's go!" Zed yelled, and I quickly snapped out of my trance and went down the stairs.

"Sorry, I took so long. Hey there, little rascal," I said, giving Zoey a big kiss on her forehead and making her giggle.

"Hey dad," I said, giving him a hug before taking some toast and going out the door with Zed.

"Have a good day at school, kids!" He called out as we left the front door, just in time to see Eliza.

"Hey Liz!" I said, giving her a hug, which she returned with a smile.

"Hey, hey! Ho, ho! This demolition has got to go!" Eliza chanted out loud.

"They can't tear it down, Zed. Seabrook Power hasn't worked for years. It's an important part of zombie heritage," Eliza protested, and I nodded.

"Yeah, I agree, and I also feel a strange connection to it; I just can't pinpoint what." I said.

"This is progress, Eliza. And now we can even go to Prawn." Zed has been boasting about Prawn for weeks since monsters were never allowed to go, and he's been obsessed with taking Addison with him.

"I'm loud and proud to be a zombie!" Zed yelled, and I clenched my ears, shooting him a glare.

"Sometimes too loud," I growled, elbowing him in the ribs, making him groan with a pout.

"Soon, Z-band tech will get so good that zombies will blend right in. I dream of the day we ditch our Z-bands and let our inner monsters roar," he said after he recovered.

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(Addison)

We're back here on the scene And everyone's together With zombies on the team It's better than ever, better than ever

(Bucky)

Those moves won't get the gold Green hair is so whatever Well, you'll never break the mould 'Cause we're better than ever, better than ever

(Zed)

Tearing down the power plant You're welcome Seabrook, I'm your man To build a place where everyone can cheer I'm making zombiekind cool, not feared

(Eliza)

Making progress, that sounds great

(Moon)

But what's the price we have to pay?

(Zed, Moon, Eliza)

Ready for a new day, ready for a change People, zombies, everybody say

(Everyone)

Hey! We got this! Teaming up to make progress Change the rules, you can't stop this Together we rise, you know we got this Hey! We got this! Teaming up to make progress Change the rules, you can't stop this Together we rise, you know we got this

(Addison)

I wish that I could call I hope you get my letters Hope I get asked to Prawn It'd be better than ever, better than ever

(Stacey)

Oh, Addison my love Gargargaza are forever

(Aceys)

We pull the strings We run the show 'Cause we're better than ever, better than ever

(Zed)

We're finally allowed to go to Prawn Gonna get our ziga ziga zombie on Counting down the days, I've been keeping track Kinda wishing Addison would write me back Imagine me taking her to the dance

(Zoey)

A human and a zombie hand in hand

(Zed,Zoey)

Ready for a new day, ready for a change People, zombies, everybody say

(Everyone)

Hey! We got this! Teaming up to make progress Change the rules, you can't stop this Together we rise, you know we got this Hey! We got this! Teaming up to make progress Change the rules, you can't stop this Together we rise, you know we got this

(Zed)

Here in this hall Up on these walls Picturing Addison beside me Then they will say We're all the same And they can see the life inside me Oh, what's it gonna take? What's it gonna take? What's it gonna take? What's it gonna take? What's it gonna take?

(Everyone)

We got this! We got this! Ready for a new day Ready for a change People, zombies, everybody say

Hey! We got this Teaming up to make progress Change the rules, you can't stop this Together we rise, you know we got this Hey! We got this (come on!) Teaming up to make progress (picturing Addison beside me) Change the rules, you can't stop this Together we rise, you know we got this

Hey! We got this Teaming up to make progress (picturing Addison beside me) Change the rules, you can't stop this Together we rise, you know we got this

Hey! We got this Teaming up to make progress (picturing Addison) Change the rules, you can't stop this Together we rise, you know we got this

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹

"Bye, Zed," we waved to him as he waved back and disappeared from our sight.

"So how's the search been going?" Eliza asked me.

"Not good God, I miss them so much, Liz," I sighed, and she gave me a side hug.

"Don't worry, Mo, you'll find them soon. I can feel it in my undead heart," she said, and I chuckled as we walked off.

[ambroziadelphine]

Emo Boy (Choso Kamo x Reader) Chapter 6

Masterlink

"Could.. would you try it on me?" He asked and I raised an eyebrow before pulling my shirt over my head and discarding it. Choso gulped and kept glancing down at my chest, my smile widening before I placed his hand on my waist.

"What sense would you like me to take?" I asked him, feeling him shiver under my touch, his aura pulsing as if he was trying to restrain his arousal.

"I don't know.." he murmured, my lips turning into a smirk before I lead him to the bed.

"I've heard losing one sense heightens the others, but I'm curious what would happen if I took away every sense but touch and sound." I mused, he whimpered making me grin, looking down at him as he laid on the bed. "Oh, sorry, did I say something exciting?" I asked, he whimpered again, his hands slowly moving up my thighs before I lightly smacked his hands away.

"No touching until you tell me what you want, like a good boy." I said, his dick jumping under me as I slowly started to grind down on him. He whined and bit his lip, looking up at me as I chuckled. "Come on, you can tell me. It's the only way you'll get it." I encouraged, seeing his eyes darken slightly as his pupils were blown.

"P-please, I wanna feel you. Take it all away, just wanna feel and hear you on me." He mewled as I ground my hips harder.

"Fuck, you're such a good boy listening to me." I praised, his lidded eyes staring up at me as I held his chin lightly. "Tell me if its too much, alright?" I asked him and he nodded, before he choked out a verbal confirmation as well when I put a gentle hand on his neck. A wisp floated from my hand to him, pulling different colors from him, the tiny orbs forming on my bracelet, Choso's eyes watching it as a pearl formed for each sense I took, his vision darkening with it before he saw nothing. Blue for sight, purple for smell, and orange for taste. His hands on my hips tightened as he lost his vision, his anxiety growing as he hesitantly blinked his eyes and looking up at me before I leaned down, peppering light kisses along his neck and shoulder as he closed his eyes in an attempt to calm his nerves at being so vulnerable.

"You're so beautiful." I muttered, my hands sliding under his shirt and taking it off for him before my lips attacked his skin, hearing his moans and whines as a hand reaching out unsure to touch me. My lips stretched into a grin as his hands found my waist, almost jumping as his fingertips grazed against my panties; he fumbled before his hands hesitantly laid on my sides.

"C-can I please touch you?" He asked and I couldn't help the small giggle I let out.

"Of course you can! You're doing so good baby." I mused, his eyes open again and looking for me, one of his hands grabbing my hip as he whined from how I rocked against him. "You trying to look at me? So cute. You gotta ask like a good boy." I giggled, my hands on either side of his face as his eyes looked straight ahead as if hoping he was looking in my eyes.

"Wanna be inside you, please.. don't think I-I'll last like this.." he whimpered, and god I could feel heat go straight through me. I leaned down and kissed him hungerly, my hands undoing his pants, pulling them off before taking mine off as well. I was so glad his clothes were in the wash now, leaving him bare in front of me, flush and hard as he bit his lip. "Please Zoey, please.." He moaned, I couldn't hold back any longer, sliding my panties off before my hand wrapped around his dick, his body jolting at the unexpected touch, his breath hitching.

"Listen to you, begging so much. You're just so pretty like this." I mused, rubbing his hard cock slowly before positioning myself over him, rubbing his tip between my soaked folds. He gasped and shivered, hands on my waist as I rested my hands on his shoulders, sliding his tip inside me with ease. "Fuck.. 'so big.." I moaned, sinking down tightly on him as Choso's eyes almost rolled back, his mouth open in pure bliss from the snug fit when he bit his lip, hands moving to my hips as I raised myself up.

"Z-Zoe-" He let out a choked moan when I slammed back down on him, his hands helping me set a fast rhythm as my swollen walls sucked him in, both of us eager to feel the other as we let out loud moans and whines.

"F-fuck, feels so good baby.." I moaned, feeling his hands tilt my back forward a little more, his tip suddenly hitting my g-spot directly over and over. I threw my head back and gasped, my thighs shuddering as I struggled to keep up the rhythm as he got more confident with slamming me down. His face contorted into pleasure as he started fucking me wildly, his hips bucking up at such a pace it had my head dizzy. "Baby.. gonna cum.. Fuck!" I cried, his eyes were squeezed shut, his face strained before he looked at me with pleading eyes.

"Wanna see you cum. Please, wanna see you cum." He whimpered, my walls clenching at his whining and begging tone, my hand with my bracelet wrapping around his throat lightly, giving him his sight back. He gasped as he blinked up at me, his gaze watching my face and body intently, moans getting louder and louder as I felt him twitch inside me. "Wanna cum in you. Zoey, please, please pleaseee let me cum in you." He whined, our eyes connecting when I nodded, crying out as I mewled in pleasure above him.

"Do it. Fill me up.. I want your cum so bad, baby.." I whimpered, tears in my eyes at how deep he felt, hitting every spot just right to make me feel like curling in.

"Give me it all back.. Want to taste your lips, smell that sweet perfume you always wear.. fuck, you're making my head spin, sweetheart." He moaned loudly, pulling me down for a heavy kiss before I gave him the rest of his senses back, his thrusts turning feral as did his kisses once his full senses returned. We broke apart and I threw my head back, feeling as Choso fucked up into me so viciously I was in ecstasy, my orgasm rocking through me as I cried out his name. "I'm cumming, Zoey!" He whimpered, pressing as deep as he could as I shook above him, twitching from the thick ropes of seed he poured into me, my walls milking him as we laid there trying to calm down. His fucked out face was so beautiful, my lips finding his cheek to pepper him with kisses, kissing his nose, the black line across his bridge, his temple even with his slightly sweaty skin, he still looked amazing and I had to make sure he knew how well he did, even if he was still dumping sticky loads into me.

"You did so good, baby. I'm so proud of you for doing so well." I praised him, his hands gripping my hips as his dazed eyes looked up at me, giving a small shiver as my walls continued to milk him slowly.

"I love you." He said breathlessly, I looked at him in slight surprise before smiling, leaning down to kiss his lips softly.

"I love you too, Choso."

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That day went loads better then I could have hoped. Livi, Choso and I did have an actual discussion about our abilities, though we had still yet to tell him everything, and I offered to give Choso a ride home, which he immediately refused. 

"I don't trust anyone there around you. You're too precious for me to risk." He said as I sighed.

"Are you sure you'll be alright?" I asked him, arms wrapped around his waist as we stood at the door.

"Without you, I will never be alright." He said making me smirk and look at him with a coy gaze.

"I mean, if you wanted to stay here forever, I can't say I'd mind." I said, his cheeks turning pink as he looked surprised.

"R-really?" He asked and I chuckled, putting my hands on the side of his face.

"You're my boyfriend now. You can come here anytime you want." I said, he wrapped his arms tight around me and buried his face in my neck. "I'll be your safe place if that's what you need." I told him, leaning in to kiss him softly, his lips catching mine as he pulled me closer. I could feel his sadness at leaving, his longing to take my offer to stay, but we both know at least for now that can't happen. Kenjaku wouldn't let him go that easily, especially if he's looking to use me for something.

"I'll come see you again, soon." He said as we parted, him hugging me just a bit longer before he stepped back, back in his clothes from the day before, clean now. He gave a sweet, longing smile to me, blushing as I grinned, leaning up to kiss his cheek as he looked at me in slight surprise; he's not used to small things catching him off guard.

"You better. Otherwise I may have to come chasing after you for stealing my heart." I said, his cheek turning red as I grinned before it faded a little. "Be careful, okay? I don't want you to get hurt because of Kenjaku." I told him, his face forming a soft reassuring smile as he nodded.

"I promise, I'll be careful." He said, giving me one last kiss on the head before he took a few steps back, his hands going into his pockets as he started to slowly walk backwards. "Be safe Zoey." He said, hesitating for a moment as he turned nervous.

"I.. I love you." He said and my grin widened, biting my lip before quickly running over to him, even if I didn't have shoes, and kissing him square on the lips.

"I love you too." I said after pulling away, a wide smile on his face as I stepped back. I bit my lip and looked up at him, watching as his flustered eyes stared at me before he tilted his head a little, raising a hand to wave to me.

"Goodbye, my love." He said, my face this time turning flush as he turned and walked away, my hand instinctively waving in the air until he was far away before I walked back inside to make dinner, heart soaring from the last night.

"I like him." Livi said as I walked into the kitchen. I still had that dreamy smile on my face as I got out ingredients.

"I'm glad. I really like him too."

[myplace2fangirl]

Zoey 101 (I took over the show while DS can go sit in a far away cave. I do NOT own anything and this is strictly a fictional perspective if there were a season 5 leading up to the post 15 years reboot). (also, this would be rated TV-14).

All episodes are now 48 minutes instead of 28 (so an hour instead of 30 mins).

PCA 101

Season 5 Episode 1: Its My Party pt 1.

Plot A: With senior year kicking off at Pacific Coast Academy, and a mysterious summer downfall; Zoey is dreading it all. 🙍🏼‍♀️

Plot B: Michael, James Vince, Logan heck even DelFigalo throw a secret guys soirée while Lola and Quinn decide to spy on them.

Season 5 Episode 2: It’s My Party pt 2.

Plot A: Despite Zoeys fallout with her friends, she meets the new guy Ty (Daniel Kelly) and finds comfort in his ways of escape. 🚬🌿

Plot B: After revealing a scandalous game of never have I ever, Quinn and Lola have no choice but to warn Lisa about Michael’s summer secret. 🇫🇷👩🏼‍🦰

Season 5 Episode 3: Turn Out the Light

Plot A: Chase may be in England but what happens when he reunites with an old classmate at Covington Prep? (Kristin Herrera)

Plot B: Logan and Quinn are celebrating their early acceptance into university, but mutually agree to live up their senior year. 🤝🏼❤️🪂

Season 5 Episode 4: I’m Okay

Plot A: Rumors are swirling around PCA about a potential investigation. With Dean Rivers nowhere to be found, there’s been interesting activity on campus.

• Michael Barrett who is now student president of PCA secretly approves incoming freshmen to extend curfew at the “welcome to upper school beach bash.” This leads Dustin finding himself in a pickle when he hits it off with a transfer student without being aware he’s been talking to twins! (Rebecca and Camilla Rosso)

• Zoey Lola and Quinn have a girls night in, only for Zoey to sneak out with Ty while his roommates are out.

• Ending scene goes back to England where Dana and Chase are in his room catching up on life. They kiss, the episode ends.

Season 5 Episode 5: Don’t Know Why

Plot A: Things between Logan and Quinn have been nothing but amazing, until the week of required sex education. One’s curious while the other wants to but is deep down nervous.

Plot B: Lola has been hiding her early acceptance into Juliard. What happens when Vince finds out before she tells him?

Plot C: Chase tell’s Michael about his senior fling with Dana, but swears it remains between the 2 of them.

Season 5 Episode 6: She’s No You

Plot A: Zoey Brooks is the girl who has it all together. Everyone goes to her, she’s that “it” girl, and guys would kill to be her plus 1! This years been turned upside down. After Quinn finds a pregnancy test in their trash can, she confronts a fatigued looking Zoey and encourages her to go to the clinic down PSH. (Ty should probably get himself checked too)

Plot B: Logan warns Dustin that dating twins behind each others backs is wrong and that it won’t end well. Will Dustin take his advice, or will Monica and Lauren find out first?

Minisodes:

1: Quogan study session plus too many! (9 minutes)

Quinn and Logan are wrapping up on studying for their midterms, but afterwards Logan has planned a cozy movie night for the 2 of them. Maybe the lounge wasn’t a wise idea? Lights are out at 10, but soon comes Lola, Michael, Ty and Vince! What Quinnvention is going to be revealed to get them out of this ordeal? 😉

2: And this years Homecoming king and queen is…🇬🇧 (9 minutes)

Covington Preparatory School has homecoming! Chase and Dana have been enjoying each other’s company while he’s trying to move on from Zoey and she’s up for whatever adventure. Though the 2 go together as a casual couple neither were expecting to be crowned King and Queen! Dana reveals in her speech that Chase is the greatest guy there ever is and she’s lucky to have reconnected with him for their last year of high school.

Though they enjoy each other’s company, they reveal to each other during their dance that it’s best to remain close friends and part ways romantically. Both mutually in agreement they dance the night away! 😊

3. iwonacontest (iCarly crossover) (10 minuktes)

Stacey Dillsen and the butterfly she is has won a contest through Carly Shay and Sam Pucketts web sensational art contest. There’s just 1 problem: Stacey is locked in the bathroom. The live video chat is in 10 minutes!!! But fear not Mark DelFigalo to the rescue! Until she can get out Carly Sam and Spencer get to talk with Mark! “Wait iCarly? What am I supposed to say? I don’t know anything about it.” 🤣

As I said, this is all strictly fictional and in no way real. I plan on doing episodes 7-14 at some point but I wanted to connect this with the sequel as best as possible. How else would Danielle have known about Dana? I think if Chase returned to Covington, and Dana studying over seas is a fair connection 😉

I don’t really want to add any real drama between Logan and Quinn as they lasted 15 years…this is more about them navigating their new chapter as a teenage couple. The drama is all saved for Zoey. And adding a new male character (I used to love Owen Milligan on Degrassi) who’s more of an escape rather than a love interest spices things up!

As much as I loved Micheal and Lisa I think like many teenage boys, it’s fair to have him make a big error over the summer and have to learn from it. (He definitely had a fling with a random French girl while doing a summer program). Lisa still thrived and is the sweet boss she is though 😉 plus his time to shine is seen all over campus as the student president!

Dustin…he’s gonna have to figure this one or two out. Lol.

Lola and Vince don’t last, but that’s okay because they kinda had their time to shine season 4 and are headed separate ways.

Stacey and Mark are strictly side characters who pop up quite a bit throughout the season.

What do you think? Let me know in the comments! But please be respectful and appropriate 🙂

[wishmaker1028]

Farewell to You, ch 7

Ranee shot Paul a look. "Never say that again!"

She took out a pokeball and out came her Infernape. Paul threw a pokeball and out came Froslass. Dawn let go of Piplup. Kenny threw a pokeball and out came his Breloom. Barry took out a pokeball and out came his Emploeon. Bianca threw a pokeball and out came Zebstrika. Zoey took out a pokeball and her Glameow appeared. Todd threw a pokeball and out came an Alolan Ninetales, an oddly colored one.

Zoey did a double take, "You have an oddly colored Alolan Ninetales?!"

Todd blinked, "Yeah? Is that a bad thing...? Her nickname is Kori."

Zoey breathed, "She's beautiful."

Before Todd could compliment her again, he saw a floating stone going near her and Glameow.

He reacted, "Kori, Dazzling Gleam!"

The Alolan Ninetales did as it was told and the floating stone was destroyed in a beautiful rainbow light.

Zoey turned to him, with a light blush on her face, "Thanks."

Todd said modestly, "Thanks."

Articuno was fighting the floating stones as well, using its Ice Beam and Blizzard. Paul turned to his Froslass.

He commanded, "Shadow Ball!"

The Ice/Ghost type obeyed, using the hail to its advantage. It went faster and destroyed more of the floating stones.

Ranee asked, "Is that why you are using Froslass?"

Paul answered, "Well, yeah, why wouldn't I?"

Ranee blinked, "Huh. Pretty smart." To that, Paul just blushed. Ranee commanded, "Infernape, Mach Punch!"

Infernape did as it was told, taking out more floating stones.

Barry commanded, "Metal Claw, Emploeon!"

Emploeon's claws glowed white as it also took out more floating stones.

Bianca commanded, "Discharge, Zebstrika!"

Zebstrika did as it was told and shocked more floating stones.

Dawn commanded, "Piplup, Whirlpool!"

Piplup gathered its energy, summoning a giant whirlpool.

Kenny commanded, "Energy Ball, Breloom!"

Breloom did as it was told, the Energy Ball gaining more memento in Piplup's Whirlpool. It was like it was a move from a contest. It took out even more floating stones.

Paul sneered, "Give up, Lawrence! We got this covered."

There was a laugh, gaining everyone's attention.

"Silly boy. I'm nothing like him." That's when Yoni activated a hologram. Everyone gasped. Yoni added, "I'm nothing like my cousin."

"Cousin?!"

Yoni confirmed, "My name is Yoni. And after borrowing some of his plans, I was able to make my own airship. I plan to do more than him. After collecting what he failed to keep, I plan to collect all of the Legendaries and Mythicals in the world!"

Ranee stammered, "T - that's insane!"

Yoni shrugged, "Can't reason with crazy." That's when she noticed that Articuno had flown off. She snarled, "Grr... well that's just fine. I could always go after the king, queen, and rook now."

The hologram stopped and the airship left. Dawn sighed sadly.

She said, "That isn't good..."

Kenny wondered, "I wonder if it went off to warn or find Lugia."

Todd blinked, "But it seemed like it didn't know where Lugia was either."

Zoey pointed out, "That and from what Yoni said, it sounded like she was going after Silver and his mom."

Barry stated, "Oh man, I'm so going to fine her the next time we battle her!"

Bianca teased, "Yeah, ahuh. Sure you will."

To that, Barry shot her a look. Paul walked over to the altar with Ranee. She had found Articuno's treasure. She took it and it shone brightly in front of her and her friends. She gasped, it was beautiful. Everyone returned their Pokemon (except Piplup) and called it in. Looker advised them to go to Shamouti too.

...

Back near Ogi Island, the group had divided up to find Lugia, Silver, and Silver's Mom. Brandon had gone with Luka, blushing a bit at her. Brock went with Pike Queen Lucy. Ash had gone to Misty. Misty looked at Ash, very furious. He seemed to be ignoring her ever since they've been on this mission. She pulled on his ear, like she would with Brock.

She huffed, "Would you stop ignoring me already?!"

Ash blinked out of confusion, "Was I ignoring you...?"

Misty was furious, "Well, obviously! I keep trying to ask you if you are dating anyone and you keep changing the subject! Are you going to tell me who you are dating already?!"

Ash looked at her, point blank. He told her, as if it was obvious, "I thought I was dating you?"

Misty turned beat red upon hearing that. Ash wasn't pulling her leg, was he? When she saw his serious face she knew that he wasn't lying.

Misty stammered, "W - what...?"

Misty didn't know what blew her out of the water. The fact that Ash wanted to be her boyfriend or to the fact he actually figured out his feelings.

Ash took her hands and looked into her eyes. He stated, "Everything is so crazy right now, and I have no idea what my future holds, but it would be so cool if you were in it, so um... do you want to be my girlfriend...?"

That's when Misty kissed his cheek, smiling.

She teased, "Does that answer your question?"

Ash smiled wide as he took Misty's hand. Misty laced their fingers, keeping Ash close. Ash, Pikachu, and Misty kept looking around for the Lugia family. That's when they heard a shriek. They both looked up, seeing Articuno.

Ash breathed, "Articuno...?"

"Pika!" Pikachu said.

To that, the Ice/Flying type shrieked.

Misty stated, "You did know where Lugia was!"

Articuno shrieked. Before anything else could happen, a water tornado appeared. Ash and Misty gasped as Lugia emerged. With him was another Lugia and a small baby Lugia. Silver.

Ash breathed, "Lugia! Silver!"

"Pika pika!" Pikachu said.

Misty added, "We found them!"

Quickly, the Water type gym leader brought out her Pokenav.

Lugia asked, "What are you doing here, Chosen One?"

Ash answered, "We've come to warn you. Lawrence's cousin, Yoni, is coming here to collect you and your found family."

The other Lugia did a double take. She covered Silver with her wing. There was no way she was losing her baby. Not again.

Lugia turned to Pikachu and Articuno, "Is that true?"

To that, both Pokemon nodded. The other Lugia turned to Silver, worried. Before anything else could happen, the airship arrived.

Misty paled, "Oh no."

Ash put Misty behind him as the floating stones started to rain down. Ash turned to Pikachu.

Ash commanded, "Thunderbolt!"

"Pika...chu!" Pikachu said, shocking the floating stones.

Misty threw a pokeball. Out came her Gyarados.

She commanded, "Dragon Rage!"

Gyarados did as it was told and it destroyed more of the floating stones. Articuno was using its Ice Beam while both Lugia's were using their Hyper Beams. Silver was using its Hydro Pump attack. Some of the floating stones were destroyed but some of them were headed towards Pikachu.

Ash cried out, "Pikachu!"

...

Wishmaker1028: Eep, finally!  Also, who noticed The Owl House references in this chapter? If you have, please enjoy these virtual chocolate chip cookies! Please read and review! And always think outside of the box!

[elizapreg]

Z2A - Chapter 1: Laundry Day

Chapter 1: LAUNDRY DAY “Things are quiet in the Boundary today, marking nearly a month since the last Eniyx sighting. We remind all citizens to stay vigilant and report any strange sightings to the Authority. In other news, Buybest has extended its weekend sale so shoppers can look forward to many savings across” *Beep beep beep beep* Closing the timer on her phone, Amy stood up and stretched a bit, looking over at the static filled newscast on the old tv in the corner of the laundromat. Swinging open the machine she was using, she began to pull out the warm clothes. She couldn’t help but notice the strange stares she was getting from the toddler sitting on the bench about five machines down. Children always seemed to have a hard time not hard locking their eyes to where her arm would be, and the pattern of discolored skin surrounding the area. Or at least she assumed that was what the kid was looking at. Amy looked down at her rounded orb of a middle, the tank top she was wearing not exactly hiding things. It’d been long enough at this point, that she hardly even noticed it. She’d grown accustomed to the shift in her balance, the strange looks, and the constant inquiries of what many assumed to be impending motherhood. At first she and Zoey would try to explain the truth of the matter, but eventually realized it was both much more convenient and much faster to just smile and nod. Only problems ever came with people they saw often enough to question why she had never popped after all these months. Chuckling to herself, she continued to grab her clothes from the machine. ‘I bet Zoey would love to head off to a good sale, we are running low on some things…’ She thought to herself, ‘Honestly she’s probably already there.’ Stuffing the clean clothes into her bag, she headed to the front desk, “Thank you Mr. Parker! I’ll see you next week.” She said to the elderly store owner. “Oh of course Ms. Grey, and give my greeting to Ms. Lal if you will, and if it's not too much of a bother, ask her when she would be available for her services, a few of our dryers have been struggling lately.” “I’ll be sure to let her know Mr. Parker!” Amy replied as she made her way out the door. Looking up and down the street, she didn’t see any taxis in sight. Shrugging to herself she started to make her way down the block herself.  The sidewalks were empty except for one or two people on the far side of the street, so she had all that concrete to herself. Every week more and more people moved towards the more central parts of the country. Even though it had been years since the Eniyx had last taken any territory, people still were on edge, and the bigger cities forming in the central lands were being built with all the latest defenses.  Old towns like this, with their worn brick-and-mortar walls, were becoming ghost towns. 

The only reason Amy lived here was the low rent, at least before she met Zoey. Turning the corner she could see a set of empty apartment buildings, one in a state of disrepair, but nothing compared to the sorry state of the other, the top half of the building more or less blown apart with no visible efforts being made to repair it. Amy winced a bit looking at it, she could still remember the night she did that. It was shortly after Zoey finished the arm, and Amy’s aim did not live up to her confidence on that encounter. Noticing a cab coming up the road, she waved it down and climbed into the back seat. Rummaging around her bags to find some payment, she told the driver the directions. Doing some math in her head, she sighed a bit of relief realizing she still had barely enough to leave a decent tip. Looking down at the plating on her shoulder, Amy gave thought to how things had been since Zoey had completed it. Given the nature of the project, the government had been quick to come looking for what Zoey had developed. Seeing the prototype, an organization known as Charcom had stepped in to provide funding…and a tsunami of paperwork, red tape, and stipulations.  Yet here they were, still living in this dusty old town, yet to see their lives get properly funded. Arriving at her stop, Amy thanked the driver. Walking into her building, she passed the out of service elevator and opened the doors to the stairwell. “We should really consider not living on the 8th floor…” She grumbled before starting her way up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Zoey leaned back from her desk, and tapped her watch. “Amy? Are you back yet?” After a bit of silence she pulled out her phone, sending a message to her girlfriend. Zoey got up, having to push a schematic she was working on back onto her desk before it fell off.  She made her way out of the apartment, down the hall, and to the stairwell, opening the door and looking down the shaft. “Amy?” she called out, voice echoing just a bit. “Yeah, I’m here, just about to set this down and reply to your text. Laundry was a bit slow today,” Amy called back. “See if Martin is home and tell him to come carry this damn sack of clothes.” Zoey laughed, “Oh what? You know if he helps us, he’s gonna wanna stay for dinner right?” She hurried down the stairs to give a hand herself. “Yeah, I guess we gotta stretch it to payday don’t we?” Amy called back.

“Mhmm, and I’ve gotta hit up that sale at Buybest to get things I can use for your arm,” Zoey said as she skipped down some stairs, “I think we’ve got just enough with that.”

  “Any luck with Charcom?”  Amy asked. Zoey turned down the next flight, reaching the floor Amy had made it to and grabbing the laundry bag from her. “No, no, they are still ghosting us.” Zoey said dejectedly. 

“Oh so they are sure to show up the second I use the Arm once, but when we want some help in return for all we do for them its radio silent?” Amy replied. 

Shrugging Zoey continued, “Guess we are too good at solving their problems, they don't have as many jobs for us these days.” Reaching the top floor, they made their way back into their apartment.  Zoey went straight through the living space and tossed the bag into the bedroom. Amy shut the door behind her, making sure to prop it up with her foot so that it closed properly, then turned around and took a seat on the couch, perfectly filling that worn out spot on the cushion.  Her eyes scanned the place over.  Aside from the heaps of parts and papers on Zoey’s desk, most things seemed to be in order.  She questioned whether the schematics near the bedroom door were there before, but she hadn’t memorized each one that Zoey had hung up, and they changed just about every week.

 “Oh yeah, Mr. Parker wanted me to ask you when you’ll be available to fix up some of the dryers. To be honest they do really need a tuning, part of why I’m so late is how long it took to finish all that.”  Amy said. “Oh yeah, I’ll run by there tomorrow, after I run to Buybest. I know it's not exactly convenient for you to have to go without the Arm for this long, so I want to get that fixed ASAP.”  Zoey came back into the living space and pushed some more things into a pile on her desk.  She flicked off her computer and then sat down next to Amy on the couch. “I keep telling you, I can manage just fine running solo.” Amy jokes, flexing her arm. “I managed for 6 years before you came along after all.” Amy added, putting said arm around Zoey’s shoulders, with Zoey resting her head on Amy. “I know, but I made it to make your life easier didn’t I? Plus I don’t want some Eniyx showing up with you unprepared.” Zoey teased. “I don’t trust you to walk away from a fight without your firepower.” Amy opened her mouth to retort, but simply laughed. “Hey, I’ve chilled out a bit… Mostly… But anyway, what’s the plan for the rest of the night?” “Well, I was thinking we cook up the last of the top ramen, get nice and snuggly, and finally get around to watching that new documentary series Martin told us about.” Zoey said excitedly. “Ugh, can’t we watch something more…exciting than the history of Olympic Squatting?” Amy complained back with a pout. “You know he’s just going to keep asking us what we think until we watch it right? And given the lack of jobs we’ve had recently, we are running out of excuses for why we haven’t.” Zoey scolded. “He’s your brother, and given how much he helps out I think we can watch a silly…” She pulled out her phone and checked the show length. “4 HOURS?!?” Amy burst out laughing. “See!?” She stood up, heading into the side of the room that is the kitchen, and started filling a pot with water. “How about we watch it at double speed, or at least look up the summary, and watch something more our speed? We have a whole free streaming service of cheesy low budget garbage to laugh at.” She set the pot on the stove, and waited patiently for the flame to kick on before walking up behind the couch and looking over Zoey’s shoulder. She’d gotten good at not bumping her middle into the couch doing that now. “Ok fine… But if Martin wants to quiz us on it, I’m throwing you under the bus.” Zoey chuckled back. “The government funded mechanical genius refusing to take a quiz? Couldn’t be my Zoey! She can’t help but show off that big brain.” Amy teased, planting a quick kiss on the top of Zoey’s head. “She’s too proud to let other people know more than her!” Zoey blushed. “Engineering and Mechanics are not exactly the same as random sports trivia you know!” “Neither is sitcom trivia and who is the reigning champion of Building 2?” Amy retorted, raising an eyebrow as she pointed at the shelf of cheap plastic trophies from the annual complex trivia nights. Blushing even more now, Zoey turned to look at Amy. “Well master chef answer this quiz question: how long does it take before water boils over on a stove that runs hotter than its dial?” 

“Shit, now our gourmet meal will be ruined!” Amy yelled, quickly running over to turn down the heat.  Her belly maneuvering skills were not so great in a panic, and her belly knocked some of the plastic dishes off the counter in the process. She blushed as she heard Zoey howling with laughter. “I keep telling you this wouldn’t happen if you’d made this battery smaller!” Amy called as she struggled to bend over and pick up the fallen dishes, before seeing Zoeys hands already grabbing them from off the floor. They both stand back up and Zoey puts a hand on Amy’s round middle. “We’ll aside from the fact I couldn’t really make it any smaller given what we had at the time, I still stand by the fact it makes you look adorable.” Zoey said softly, leaning in and putting a soft kiss on Amy’s warm cheek. 

Blushing even more still, Amy turned for a moment, putting the overcooked ramen into bowls for the both of them. “Bon Appetit, my love.”

“Cheers” Zoey said back with a wide smile, tapping her bowl to Amy’s in a sort of toast. “Now let's hurry up and watch this before it gets too late… I don’t think we stand much of a chance making it through once we start getting tired.

[eternalyraven]

Thank you @aether-wasteland-s for the tag. In turn I will tag @sender-paulson @scripted-downfall @abitultra @lizawithazed and anyone who sees this and wishes to play!

Rules: Rewrite the previous person's lines in your own style, and then supply a few new lines for others to rewrite

So I have to warn everyone my I am not a very good writer so I just hope I don’t butcher the paragraph I’m given rather than simply changing the style.

So, I was given:

They were taking on water. A cannonball had torn a huge hole into the bow, shredding everything in its path until they were forced into taking drastic action to keep themselves afloat. The good news was that nobody had thought to consider that this would be the point of their deaths, at least not out loud. AJ knew that he didn't have the mindset for trying to comprehend the demise beyond that of a large scale destruction. Keeping himself optimistic wouldn't work, not in this situation. He needed a little more than heart to pull through this massacre if he wanted to keep as many people as possible alive.

And my rewrite looks a little like:

They were quickly going down thanks to a gaping hole in the bow courtesy of a direct hit from the enemy’s weapons. The cannonball had torn its way through the ship leading to the crew scrambling and taking extreme action in order to make sure they did not wind up in a watery grave. Thankfully no one no one was allowing the thought that this would be the end for them or if they did they had the sense to keep it to themselves and keep moving forward as if it hadn’t. A.J. Couldn’t possibly conceive the end other than viewing the extreme destruction. He knew that hoping for the best was not the solution here. If he wanted to save as many souls as possible then he was going to require more than conviction and a strong heart. It was going to take everything he had and more if they had a hope of some sort of survival.

So for the paragraph you guys can rewrite, what about.

They’d been trying to top each other’s crazy stories of inopportune serenades for many hours before Eli finally pointed out that at least George Micheals had never suddenly appeared in Zoey’s living room and she was forced to forfeit the contest. However, they both simply felt great at finding someone who actually understood the blankety craziness that they lived with.

[fraener]

9/7/24

if i had the time to write, i would have. this past month was one of the hardest ive gone through. i didnt have a day off since before my last entry in here. im listening to stefans piano music in bed now, had dinner, painted for the first time in a really, really long time. it didnt give me the same level of enjoyment as it used to but i think id like to start doing that again every day. i had to leave work early today because my period finally came with a terrible vengance, 20 days late. the stress of the move nearly killed me i think. i lost even more weight im pretty sure, ive never been this thin. im going to try and get my thyroid tested again because im getting very worried about it. h told me he felt like i criticized him too much and was so ungrateful for all his help moving. i am not allowed to have any feelings about what happened in front of him because he feels this way. i told him he was right so hed stop yelling at me. its just yet another thing i cannot rely on him for or trust him for, i dont feel like i ever want to ask his help for anything ever again, at least not that big of a thing. it just doesnt seem like a good idea anymore and im almost glad i never let go of my suspicions around it. im too depressed to really be disappointed or saddened by it. this is just what relationships turn into for me, a strange dance of self suppression when faced with the continuous obstacle of being something foreign and unordinary in the face of what the other person wants and expects. i feel like im speaking a different language to most people. i feel so extant and as i get older it becomes less and less surprising that i feel that way. i wonder what would have happened had i been ordinary or had a shot at seeing the world in an ordinary way. i dont really think i have it in me to keep trying to find someone who will see me and understand me and love me for what and who i am. maybe thats a good thing. i dont really know. i want to lean into my uncommonness again. i am unloveable in my uncommonness, i think, but strong in it. tomorrow i think id like if i am able to go and paint on the hill above the bay and watch the little sailboats go by. for the first time in a long time im feeling reasons to return to myself rather than turn away. what am i here for? what do i like to do? i want to paint, i want to watch other people enjoy learning something new, i want to be included in or witness to someones passions, i want to find my friendship in the nonhuman again. i miss rosie so much. i miss all the animals i cant talk to anymore like ed and zoey. at least rosies still alive. and gigi is too, and tally. so many friends of mine are so far away now. learning over and over that i am so terribly lonely here! i think maybe im beyond sad about h. this hasnt been a very good relationship but i havent been well or strong or brave enough to end it even when its really bad or even when its not so aggressively bad but just so bald faced in its discrepancies that it doesnt make any sense to keep going. for some reason i keep going. for love or habit i do not know. i dont feel loveless like i did with m but i dont feel like the love is enough most days. im tired of writing in my journal about him. i want him to matter less in some ways, maybe just matter less in the darker matters of the heart. i saw o's play and we spent some time together. theyre so magical and i can see so pure as day why we didnt work out. exactly what i admire about them is the thing i cannot stand! funny how it works sometimes. im glad to see them a little again, a year from when we did last. always the end of summer with that one. i miss my apartment, my new house is quiet but lonely without my ghosts. the fellow above the doorframe threw the picture one last time at h while he was scolding me which was really funny but a bit naughty. not that h would know or understand necessarily. yes, tired and lonely. one day soon maybe ill feel a bit better, or at the very least, different.

[thefantasticjourneytoozfan]

There was a dark dream where I was in my childhood friends backyard it was a long time ago, so the details are fuzzy but basically the whole backyard looked decrepit and there was a place, but it all looked rotten and old in the floor was just basically a bunch of dead leaves. There was a bunch of cartoon characters. I don’t really remember what they look like a sack and a flower for sure. I don’t remember the last one was. It was three little cartoon characters, there was a giant cockroach that had a head like the alien from alien and I wanted to get rid of it because it was scaring me and it was eating something and whenever I tried to interact with it, a little bubble would appear over its head and it was holding the food and one if it’s insect hands and trying to get me to eat it too and when I went into the treehouse with the sun face in the corner. It was like one of those cartooney suns eyes moved to side to side like a cat clock and it had a red nose and there was oranges or apples growing on it and when I climbed into it there was like a cartoony dog and the grass sack from earlier and he was drawing I walked up to him and then I became him and it was like walking around in a video game is what it felt like, but I was in first person, and I figured out that the apples were fake. They were only like half apples that were outside for decorations I walked around a bit and I wandered into this creek area and I found a gun on the floor I took the gun and I went up to the bug and shot it and then I pan over to the treehouse that has an angry face on the sun now it gets up out of the ground, extremely quickly, revealing large stump legs And walks over and one step and stomps me out, then I wake up and I’m not grass anymore and I see him with his feet buried into the ground and the flower and another flower girl we’re looking at him angrily and then it panned down and it showed a cut out of the dirt and it showed big fake feet in the ground. Where his should be and the sun girl spoke She sounded like a cartoon character but I can’t quite pinpoint it I think she kind of sounded like zoey from Sesame Street and she said “those aren’t Arlo’s real feet in the ground so he can’t move” also the grass sack aka Arlo was in one of those doughboy pools, except the ground was dirt and the ground like was dug in a bit, And they were just yapping to him and they said “ and when the rainy season comes, you’ll” and Arlo gasps covering his mouth because the water is gonna fill up the pool and kind of drown him for a bit and then he says “well could you at least replant me afterwards?” And the flower girl said. “Of course we will we will” and when she was saying that it panned down into the ground, and there was a pretzel which I’m pretty sure was supposed to be Arlo’s seed or something and then it said the end, but then Miss Binky was in the backyard and my classmates we’re in the backyard and then we were sitting in a pool we were talking for a bit and then I got sent home and when I got home it was really dark, and when I went into my mom’s room, there was a shadowed lady sitting in the bed with the window open, and it was really dark, and she had long black hair, and then her face turned to me and then I closed the door and ran into the office and tried frantically flicking on the light it didn’t work so I just sat there and closed my eyes a tiny bit my back and then I ran over to the front door and then two of those like scary faces that were glowing. Yellow appeared at the door and then I woke up.