#but after reading her side story … 💔💔 she feels so real to me

[jeeliebeeliegoomiebear]

On Isolde and Many Doors (and One Key)

Thinking about Isolde and how she feels like she is constantly trapped in a small cramped room full of 1 million doors. Each door represents a presence that haunts her, an identity that lives inside her that calls to her from beyond the grave, a new mask to dawn.

If every person in the world were to have a room, most would have just one door, their own. But not Isolde.

Isolde feels like an empty vessel who is only there to serve as a point of entry for other people and their spirits. She has been forced to become so repressed by her environment, upbringing, and her nature as a medium that she finds it easy to forget herself. Her “self” is not someone she has ever been allowed to know.

The room grows increasingly smaller, claustrophobic and strangling her with pressure as the amount of doorways in it only increase, every new person she meets a new doorway she is plagued with, a new voyeur who has granted themselves full access to her life and her body. Something she is now willing to let them do. It is easier that way. Easier to let someone else command her vessel, something that never solely belonged to her to begin with. An escape from all the pressure, the expectations, the perfection demanded from her. It is something she should do. The duty of someone like her. Something to hide her wretched face from view, to give the people what they want, to uphold her family’s legacy. A performance that was never allowed to end. Each new door lead right back to that.

The only exception is Kakania. The only person Isolde believes has ever really seen her as more than a host for other identities or something to mold into shape, prop up as a set piece. A perfect lady. The star of Vienna. A tragic heroine. A dangerous hysteric witch. A curse manifested. The only one who was ever interested in finding Isolde’s door and that door alone. When she is with Kakania, a new door does not appear in that ever shrinking empty room, although at first she expects it to. For the first time she meets someone and is not greeted with a new ghost to haunt her. Not a door. But a key. A key that Isolde knows can unlock her own door, even when she herself cannot find it.

[emotsper]

Hi!!!!!!!!

You’re like the szai person on tumblr, and even tho I’ve been playing proseka for like two years, I still don’t read a lot of the stories………

So as the certified szai tumblr person, since you kinda own the tag, would you like to explain to me why szai is such a popular ship? I really didn’t read much of anything…

Have fun!!

let me be brief (1/350) (no bc its actually gonna be a long ramble. apolocheese.) (also sorry if formatting is awful im a mobile user and I literally just type whatever)

FOR REAL THOUGH. PLEASE JUST DO ME A FAVOR AND READ MMJ MAINSTORY...... not only its a good source of szai cocaina you get to experience the entire mmj mainstory. i was normal before mmj mainstory and i was less normaler after mmj mainstory.

it simply went even more downhill when i read tenshi no clover. genuinely the one event story that first made me cry (second one was ice drop event but thats a bit biased)

okay now lets get to the main meat of it. szai.

admittedly i was kind of normaler early on but one of my tipping point was Chasing the radiance event especially chapter 7. please read/watch it. please. this specific chapter sent me into my trip of insanity when it comes to szai. it also opened my eye to specific scenes in their side stories/mmj mainsto that i skimmed early on especially bc im a jp only player so fan tls may not be super accurate back then 💔

to start off, airi was a girl that was often made fun of for being tomboyish, and seeing idols for the first time made her feel a glimmer of hope that maybe she can also bring hope to other people. she finally manages to reach her goal and became an idol after several of failed auditions (very deserved especially after her hard work) while shizuku became an idol purely out of luck from the idol grand prix context her friends convinced her to join 😭😭 From the start their relationship feels a little bit doomed with how jealousy is kind of unavoidable from airis side. but against all odds, you get to see airi go to shizuku and cheering her up by giving shizuku her towel and telling her to wipe those tears especially with such a pretty face like hers (MACHINE CLANG CLANG RACK SFX) they are so crazy for this. especially when you realize that shizuku kept the towel until now. (the towel is her area upgrade item)

from this point, airi thought nothing much of shizuku yet other than her being her new rival (and that shes rly pretty) but shizuku sees airi as her main reason to keep going in this idol stuff at that time, and that was enough.

(okay purely for this next part im forgetting a bit so do remember it may not be fully accurate 🙏)

after training minori for awhile, szai went thru a mini divorce arc where airi was telling minori that being an idol isnt all fun and games and that minori should consider quitting, continuing on with how she flopped in the industry bc she was more popular as a reality show figure. but shizuku disagreed and kept saying how airi was an idol through and through and that she shouldn't have quit, but that just tipped airi off and she shouted at shizuku, unloading all her pent up jealousy that she had for awhile now. iconic as hell scene in the most angsty way possible.

u can easily tell this wasn't received well by shizuku. at all. airi you done fucked up. shizuku left her idol group the next day.

(addendum i forgot to add. shizuku truly believed that airi was the first and if not, the only person who sees shizuku as shizuku hinomori herself, without all the idol filter that people plastered on her. so when airi admitted that she was jealous w shizuku getting everything good in the industry, that basically broke shizuku. (color of myself is a nice one to read when it comes to this 🙏 also the i am we are event is a crazy good conclusion to shizukus current arc))

at this point airi realizes just how much shizuku was influenced by her past actions without her fully knowing about it. girl you done fucked up.

this scene is still one of the biggest and strongest kryptonite for szai fans. especially with what happens after.

after confronting shizuku about her choice knowing full well its airis fault, airi, angry at herself, goes immediately to cheerful*days training place (she knows the place since theyve kinda shared the spot iirc) while the rest of mmj follows. she started threatening arisa and almost threw punches but she held back and told the rest of cheerful*days that shizuku is more of an idol than everyone in the room (i may be hallucinating this one. do lmk)

they finally leave the place, and both apologies to each other. at the same time, they both admitted that they were each others idol

and then shizuku goes to tackle hug airi. what the queer

that only concludes the mainstory section btw. upon realizing it may be too much of a recap instead of actual explanation ill be brief w the rest of it (keep in mind i dont read EVERY szai story, just ones i was made aware of bc im playing on jp and story content is a bit harder to see/consume)

Main szai crazies for szai fans

1. chasing the radiance ch7. airi yet talks again about how shizukus hands are slender and elegant while hers are short and chubby (she compared her hands to a manju) and shizuku was mad at her about this and went on a long tangent about how airis gentle hands were the ones who pushes minori and shizuku forward when they think they couldn't.

this is probably the fifth time ive read this story and it still gets me. i hate these fruitsssss. please read the full chapter ive linked it near the start this chapter is so special to me.

2. my ideal idol (airi 5, jp only event for now)

Bro i Dont Even Know What Else To Say. Just Look At This Card

but if we're being serious . lets talk about this one specific card and the story shall we.

this card was a blast to the past; pre-mmj szai again.

we start off with present mmj getting ready for their turn in the joint performance with a new junior idol group that they were paired with. airi was a bit nervous and shizuku noticed it. so she offered to do something that would hopefully lessen the nervousness for both of them. shizuku softly puts her head on airis back and whispered several word of encouragements. shizuku reminisces to the past.

pre-mmj szai. shizuku was very nervous as she was waiting for her first performance ever as an idol. airi was also there, and it was going to be her first too. airi shows up to say hi to shizuku but she noticed that shizuku was really nervous and at the verge of crying. airi knew she had to do something and told shizuku to turn around, shizuku did. shizuku lets out a little surprised yelp as she feels airis hands and head pressing against her back. she could hear airi muttering some encouragement but we never get to hear what the words were, only that shizuku thought about how warm airis hands were. (i need to be euthanized)

back to the present, shizuku says that she hopes that this gesture can somehow "repay" for what airi did to her back then. i think im losing it. sorry

OKAY IM DONE IM DONE ITS ALMOST 1 AM MY BRAIN IS NOT GOING TO WORK ANYMORE IF I KEEP TYPING..... my brain can handle so little. anyways i hope this wall of text ramble can convince u to read mmj mainsto and consume more mmj stories........ i admit its not perfect or whatsoever bc i haven't read the mmj mainstory for awhile and i have a wee memory issue thats paired with my deafness so. yeah. enjoy. haha.

[puffyducks]

DCRC Week #8 (Part 1)

ODIN WEEK! ODIN WEEK! ODIN WEEK!!! It's PKNA #5: Portrait of the Hero as a Young Duck btw. Please enjoy my epic edit- I mean real panel I mean totally real screenshotted and unedited comic panel.

Also, I try to put spoilers for the comics I'm reading about as they happen in the story, but this time I couldn't help myself so beware of reading this if you haven't read the whole chapter yet.

I already have this panel saved in my folder, it's so iconic in my head. He wanna be Batman sooooo bad.

Gotta love these military guys opening fire like their lives depend on it and PK is just behind them making silly little jokes like :D

Wow this guy seems interesting I wonder what his opinions on AI art are

Gorgeous panel and some gorgeous one-point perspective here. Sorry for being an art student but we made a lot of drawings like this and it made me learn that drawing buildings makes me want to die. So this is even more impressive to me in that regard.

Lowkey cute asf for Odin to just put a whimsical little garden in place of where Ducklair tower used to be

Donald is so SAD it breaka my heart 💔 RIP Uno who is totally super dead 💔💔💔

Donald is SO SMALL. Shoutout to the PKNA writers for pushing the entire main Duckverse cast to the side so that they could create an all-new roster of characters that all fucking TOWER over Donald in height. Lyla, Angus, Xadhoom, Styvesant, soon to be Odin in like a few pages. If you need to know anything it's that Paperinik is a little SHRIMP and he is so tiny and small and the most specialest boy ever.

haha..... yeah..................

DEFEND UNO'S LEGACY DONALD!!!!! Also Lyla... okay and I guess Geena cause she's the ACTUAL robot he's defending-

This is the part where I look at the camera like it's an episode of The Office btw. If you know you know.

babygirl

OOOOH SHIT IT'S YA BOI!!! I forgot about him trying to meet Donald by just slamming his ship into theirs. Like I GUESS that's a surefire method to speak to someone...

Cheeky son of a-

GEENA YOU FUCKING NARC

Snitches get stitches Geena... (imagine a little text pops up on screen like in a video game and says "Geena will remember that")

Hmmmm where have I seen this shot before.... *flashback to issue #0.1 which I put a filter over to make sure you know it's a flashback to an earlier chapter*

oh right.

Crying over this shot they BOTH wanna be Batman man 😭 two dumdums that were made for each other

He's so cheeky I hate him (affectionate)

So obviously they bring up that Odin just means "One" (or Uno) but it's also worth pointing out what an Eidolon is. Eidolon is a Greek term, meaning "a spirit-image of a living or dead person; a shade or phantom look-alike of the human form" (at least according to Wikipedia).

"ODIN EIDOLON" LITERALLY TRANSLATES TO "UNO'S GHOST" I FUCKING HATE HIM. I'M SMASHING HIM WITH HAMMERS. AFFECTIONATELY.

Anyways to wrap up with some final thoughts-

Something that doesn't really get addressed in this comic (probably for plot reasons, it's not super relevant) is just how comforting it must be for Donald to travel to the future and see that the Evronian Empire is all but wiped out, a shell of its former self. Obviously timelines can still change, we saw that in Day of the Cold Sun, but it still must be nice to see that all the fighting he does is going to pay off in a big way.

Btw remember that bit in an earlier chapter about Uno finding Lyla attractive? Yeah well I should think so considering that YOU'RE THE ONE THAT BUILT HER- Okay well he's not the DESIGNER but still I think that connection is funny ok. I wonder if Uno scanned Odin's gun and was like "oh"

I like this comic, I think it's another really good one. I mean it's no Earthquake but still, between Day of the Cold Sun, Earthquake, and then this volume I feel like we've just had banger after banger after banger. I'm also super stoked to have Odin in the story now, even if thinking about Uno way outliving Donald and being excited to see him again after 200 years makes me really depressed if I think about it too hard. I'm happy that he got to escape the confines of Ducklair tower and even got a cunty green suit in the process though, good for him. Donald is REALLY gonna regret not accepting that explanation from Uno though, RIP 🙏 SUUURELY he'll figure it out one of these days guys. Like EVENTUALLY. Right???

[absolutelyiris]

Days and weeks and months of grief drifted by. Then I got the tapes of the memoir interviews she’d done. I was in my house, sitting on the couch. My daughter was sleeping. I was so afraid to hear my mother’s voice — the physical connection we have to the voices of our loved ones is profound. I decided to lie in my bed because I know how heavy grief makes my body feel.

I began listening to her speak.

It was incredibly painful but I couldn’t stop. It was like she was in the room, talking to me. I instantly felt like a child again and I burst into tears.

My mommy. The tone of her voice.

I was eight years old again, riding in our car. Van Morrison’s “Brown Eyed Girl” came on the radio, and my dad pulled over and made us all get out to dance on the side of the road. I thought of my mom’s beautiful smile. Her laugh. I thought of my dad trying to resuscitate her lifeless body when he found her.

Then I was back in my car seat watching my mom’s face in the rearview mirror as she sang along to Aretha Franklin, our car barreling down the Pacific Coast Highway with the windows open.

Then I was in the hospital, right after my new baby brother was born.

Bombarded by memories, like a corny flashback montage in a movie. But real.

I wanted her back.

[...]

I hope that in telling her story, my mother will resolve into a three-dimensional character, into the woman we knew and loved so dearly. [...] Everyone who ever met her experienced a force — passion, protection, loyalty, love and a deep engagement with a spirit that was incredibly powerful. Whatever spiritual force my grandfather possessed undoubtedly ran through my mother’s veins. When you were with her, you could feel it.

[...]

In his poem “Binsey Poplars (felled 1879),” Gerard Manley Hopkins writes of that set of chopped-down trees, “After-comers cannot guess the beauty been.”

I want this book to make clear the “beauty been” that was my mother.

💔

The entire long excerpt is at the link and I am in awe of Riley Keough's strength, the beautiful way she writes and cannot wait to read Lisa Marie’s story.

[evansbby]

WOAH OKAY SO THAT WAS THE SHORTEST 37K WORDS I’VE EVER READ LIKE ITS THE WAY I FINISHED IT IN ONE SITTING 😳😳

i loved it like i absolutely could not take my eyes off it and it was literally SO addicting! i liked how you built up the poyt 4 ending cliffhanger bc it made peter’s monologue much more powerful! it was definitely the wake up call that steve needed it, even if it meant breaking him down to build him back up.

AND STEVE IMMEDIATELY BEING LIKE OKAY WE’RE GETTING MARRIED LIKE ⁉️ PLEASE HE IS SO UNSERIOUS BE FOR REAL RIGHT NOW

my absolute favourite part has so to when steve and omega went to her childhood home. i actually started sobbing bc it hit home for me. i think everyone remembers a point in their childhood when they had to grow up too fast and i think you captured that perfectly using the diary. it’s the way her horrifying recount of her mother’s boyfriend’s were sandwiched between normal child blues?? breathless. steve realising what omega truly went through was absolutely a turning point for him. it’s like when misogynistic men are shocked that their sisters and mothers suffer at the hands of men like themselves.

AND OMEGA GOING THROUGH ALL STAGES OF GRIEF

AND WHEN SHE SAID SHE DIDN’T WANT TO LIVE 💔💔

shellshocked 👏🏻and 👏🏻 shaken👏🏻

favourite character IS STEVE’S MOM PLEASE WHAT A SWEETHEART!! we need to protect steve’s mom like the way she was so accepting of omega and instantly knew the situation?? i really liked how you paralleled steve’s love story with his parents because it makes sense where he got his protective side from. it explains a lot with him wanting omega to drop everything and raise his kid (like how his mom did). my only question is why didn’t they have more kids if they’re a traditional alpha/omega family unit? i feel like it may has something to do with her health but that was something more recent. either way i’m so happy to see someone who truly gets omega and i’d be so heartbroken if she goes ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

AND BUCKY MAKING A RETURN??

I KNEW HE’D COME BACK BUT NOT LIKE THIS??!!

WOW YOU NEVER FAIL TO SURPRISE ME BC I LITERALLY FELL OFF MY BED READING THAT SCENE AHHHHH THANK GOD STEVE TOOK HER SIDE AND ACTUALLY DEFENDED HER FOR ONCE

and the epilogue was so satisfying with poyt!baby finally being canon 🥺 the domestic kink in me goes brr at the thought of steve holding his little one 😭

ANYWAYS THIS WAS A LONG ASS RANT BUT I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW THAT POYT 5 IS EVERYTHING I DREAMED FOR AND MORE AND YOU DID A REALLY GOOD JOB WITH TYING UP ALL THE LOOSE ENDS PLEASE BE SO PROUD OF YOURSELF BECAUSE YOU’VE BEEN SO AMAZING AND AHHHHH I LOVE YOU 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

THANK U SO MUCH FOR READING!!!

And yes bahaha, Steve being his impulsive self, immediately wanting to get married to omega to prove to everyone (Peter) that what they have is real 🥹🥹🥹 HE IS GENUINELY SO UNSERIOUS bc why was he maniacally laughing pls?!? 😭

And the reason Steve’s parents didn’t have any more kids is simply because Mrs. Rogers couldn’t have any more. They wanted to, but she couldn’t. That’s why I was originally gonna make it so that after Rosie, omega couldn’t have anymore either. Like a cyclical type of thing but in the end I didn’t go with that!

I laughed at you saying you fell off your bed when Bucky returned 😭😭😭😭😭😂😂😂😂 he just HAD to make his grand entrance at the end sjsjsjsjsk

[pearblossommina]

ToG Read-A-Long, Empire of Storms, day 10

Ch 58

Ok so then… there’s no lock. Or the lock is already in possession of somebody else?

Who has the lock, then? The witch clans?

Maybe Baba Yellowlegs had it? In the traveling carnival? Maybe Lorcan and Elide can find it if they go back with their traveling carnival friends?

Ansel is here! I remember you. You broke Celaena’s heart, once. You made her afraid of opening up to people. Of making friends.

You kinda suck. Are you… here to make amends?

Ch 59

I guess SO!

I bet Aedion feels like a total ass right now.

The scene at the end with Aedion and Lysandra? Talk about putting the breaks on. Girl, he already proposed to you! What part of “something between us” do you still need convincing of, lol.

If she just wants to be friends, she just wants to be friends. I guess that’ll have to be enough. But I do feel kind of bad for Aedion, it sucks to put your heart out there and get received like that.

Ch 60

"There was not one hour that I did not think about what I did in the desert. How you fired that arrow after twenty-one minutes. You told me twenty, that you'd shoot even if I wasn't out of range. I was counting; I knew how many it had been. You gave me an extra minute."

AW.

That actually means a lot. This girl was the first one to break Celaena’s heart, and it’s good to know that she forgave her. That she was gonna come free her from Endovier. Damn, friendship really does mean forever in this story. And Ansel is a real valuable friend to have.

(My only wish is she would be nicer to Manon?)

(Like I get it, the connection to the Wastes isn’t just gonna be easily forgotten by either of them, but ouch)

(Everyone be nice to Manon, please!)

(She’s on your side, so treat her with respect!)

Another Manorian scene!

(It’s ok you guys, I’m a big girl, I can read about people having sex even if I don’t personally ship it, lol)

(I like reading smut! It’s actually kind of my favorite! I just like it better when… I can have feelings, and get emotionally invested in the characters, y’know?)(I also enjoy sex just for the sake of sex, so I’m happy to read any smut SJM is willing to write, because she’s really good at it, and it’s fun to read)

(I’ll stop picking on these two now)

(They seem happy and healthy and horny, and honestly, good for them)

Maeve is here to crash the party. Well well well. Maybe Aelin is gonna defeat her? Find some way to trick her into ending the oath on all the rest of them? Now would be a good time to do that, because I think Elide would cry a lot if Fenrys and Gavriel decide to obey her and kill Lorcan.

Ch 61

What is Rowan doing so secretly!

Is he earning alliances? I’m real curious.

I would like some clarification on mates and mating, as it pertains to this series. Are mating bonds treated like the most supreme thing in this world, the way they are in ACOTAR? Are they rare? If a person were to lose their mate, would they ever be able to find another one? How many mates can someone have? Is there a way to break a mating bond, if you don’t want to be in it anymore? Are Rowan and Aelin allowed to call themselves mates, because they’ve fallen in love, and claimed each other with bites, or is it more complicated than that? Would people respect a relationship like theirs - if they choose to be together even though they’re not fated mates - or is it taboo to devote yourself to someone like that?

Ch 62

“Dorian cut the Queen of Terrasen a wry glance. “People other than you can solve things, you know.” “

Lol. Yeah, we know!

Good job, baby. You put that mind to good work. You’re good at riddles!

(I think I spaced out, because I don’t remember reading that riddle) (but still. Good job!)

I’m kinda excited for a Manon and Aelin solo adventure!

Ch 63

So um.

No solo adventure, huh?

Just gonna stay right here with the rest of the cast. That’s - not what I wanted, but ok.

Dorian talking to Rowan about dying, oof 💔

At least they are among friends.

(They’re not gonna die tho! By the hands of Maeve? She wishes.)

Ch 64

Manon and Aelin solo adventure!

Let the bond of friendship begin!

I’m hyped!

I was talking to my ER provider about where I am in these books. He was very enthusiastic about telling me that Tower of Dawn is his favorite book in the series, and that I just need to hang in there, because it’s about to get so good.

I didn’t say I’m not enjoying this book, but I was complaining about the pacing, and how I’m sick of the stakes being so high all the time, and just ready for the characters to be happy and be in love. Which. I do still stand by. But also. I am sick of the action sequences that feel like filler episode fights. This book has been kinda nonstop with them. For all that Lysandra complains about her fear of losing friends, it doesn’t seem like that’s a reality. They’re kinda stacked, in terms of strength and power and magic vs the bad guys. I feel like I haven’t really worried about anyone, except Elide, but that was before she and Lorcan joined up with Aelin. Now that they’re all together I feel like they’re pretty much unstoppable.

I hope I’m not about to eat my words, because I DON’T want to see anybody get hurt. But yeah. Would like things to move along, plot wise outside of the action and fighting. I’m ready to feel something emotional.

[racetobachelorisland]

2024 maxchael van horsey yapping

the ENTIRE Plot out of the way, there’s something so AGHFHAHGSJWHDJWJJ🔥🔥🔥🔥‼️‼️❤️❤️ about an intelligent arrogant actor who’s a perfectionist with very high morals about acting, and a nice dumb superficial reality tv star who was stunt cast as a lead having any sort of positive relationship through the dorothy filter

but it makes sense for michael’s character, not just because he’s a hypocrite, he values the person’s commitment and risk taking and focus !!! that’s what sandy had, that’s what max had!!!! even if the two aren’t necessarily good actors or anything like michael, sandy is literally one of Michael’s closest friends and michael (as dorothy) was able to form a friendship with someone you’d assume would be his biggest enemy I MEAN. evil man director, freeloader famous man RON CARLISLE AND MAX FALL UNDER THE SAME CATEGORY!! also on tour dorothy brushed off her annoyance towards max the second he mentioned reading shakespeare and got so excited so I think she’s just autism with it

( michaels a dick sure but people mischaracterize him so bad as this evil monster who spends the entire show treating his friends horribly 😢 )

but anyways john ((shout out to him for being the cast member who talked the most about his character, it saved 2019 and 2020 and 2022 and 2023 and um 2024 me cuz I just re listened to the laura heywood podcast I cant believe bi max has been canon for 5 years this year.)) BUT ANYWAYS BASED ON WHAT JOHN HAS SHARED ABOUT MAX he is presumably the only character that actually ends up forgiving michael ((chz julie is kinda up to interpretation)) which makes sense and NOT BECAUSE HES AN IDIOT but because

max didnt have to deal with as much burdens and lies michael left as julie and rita, whos relationships with dorothy were founded on womanhood. I mean after getting heartbroken and finding out the woman he was in love with and also had an infected tattoo of her face on his chest didn’t exist, Max continues Juliets Nurse with the new actress and then tries to do more acting with his newfound confidence that he gained FROM dorothy, AND realizes he still loves dorothy as michael :( the whole thing is awesome because hooray no longer dependent on your looks and body being the only worthy part of yourself ! hooray self esteem boosted ! hooray self discovery ! oh did I mention he hosts tv show after tootsie as well :D I wanna be a tv show host on day BUT as for his feelings for michael…..Painfully One Sided💔💔💔RIPMAX VAN HORN🙏

It’s hard to imagine they could maintain a friendship after tootsie in the sense that its kinda hard for me to figure out that the various scenarios I’ve thought of over the years would even be accurate considering how loud and delusional max is about his feelings, and if michael would even feel the same and how would that affect their chances at a friendship and AND. if Julie and Michael were to end up together that’d be the end of it 😭 Max seems to end up fine anyway so even if it’s a bittersweet ending, like sandys arc, michaelmaxxing ended, self respectmaxxing was achieved🙏 I need to make a separate post for the sandy/max parallels and their relationships with michael/dorothy BECAUSE THEYRE SO!!!! GOOD!!! I COULD WRITE ESSAYS

John mentioned that he tried to push for a line that would wrap up Maxs story in the end but it never found its way in and I feel like that would’ve changed the game…..Johnny Boy..Ty for ur service :3

but WUTEVER in my head dorothy and max shakespeare infodump and make out wrapped the ninja turtles blanket and my name is max and im wrapped in the same ninja turtles blanket and my dorothy isnt infodumpimg tootsie and making out w me so ima file a complaint real quick not cool bro. here is my favorite max and dorothy interaction frm the newer/and now unfortunately cut forever lines

max: you know, we should rehearse together sometime!

dorothy: sure! lets exchange numbers.

max: ….wont that confuse people trying to call us?

hi

Edit: Ok technically he does spend the entire show treating his friends horribly

[cat3ch1sm]

ok. after looking deep within myself i figured it out. bestie i tried so hard to do a different topic but now i’m craving a part 2 😩. this time task force shows up scarred and scared cause duh. L is there at his desk thank God but oh? mystery girlfriend who’s first impression was an ✨interesting✨ one is lounging on the couch just there chilling maybe book reading (was gonna say candy crush but i remembered this was 2006 so i’m gonna shut up) and insert [and she looks at me and i look at him audio] cause now task force inner dialogue is “how the fuck did L achieve this” and can’t stop analyzing her because genuinely what the fuck 🥲. girlfriend sees the lack of work getting done and L is annoyed at their loud ass thinking thoughts so she allows them to have one question each (please feel free to come up with the questions i beg my creativity only takes me so far 🥲🥲) i do ask though for one of them (maybe matsuda??) asking the out of pocket question about el incident. surprisingly you can make this work sfw but if you can somehow find a way to fit the “n” then go right ahead. my thoughts are jumbled but i know you’ll find a way to make it a coherent story. i pay with infinite love and kisses 😌☝️❤️

🐢| gRR this took too long im so sorry bestie💔💔💔💔 here is ur story i hope u like it<33 ngl yn is a little arrogant LMFAO

🥝| link to part one <33

🌱|also this sucks pls forgive me pls

It had been around 36 hours since the incident with L- who still didn't seem to want to acknowledge that it happened to begin with. The task force members had shown up to headquarters once more, albeit rather cautiously this time- creeping in an almost nervous manner through the bulletproof doors, listening carefully and quietly for any out of the ordinary sounds. Even Matsuda refrained from his usual griping to make sure the coast was clear- neither of them wanted a repeat of the last time.

Luckily, the men's fears were eased when they finally got up the guts to enter the front room where L always was when they arrived- well, almost always. There, crouched in his swivel chair and holding his knees, sat L, peering at the group as if he'd been watching them for some time already.

"Hello- let's get down to business, shall we?" L greeted the group nonchalantly before turning to face the computer monitors spread along the surface of the desk. If he had any thoughts about the other day, he wasn't showing it- which the men had pretty much expected.

Light, seeming slightly on edge himself, nodded resolutely and stepped up to L's side. "Right. So we had just started to look into Yotsu-"

He cut himself off when he turned his head and saw you, sitting on the couch behind him and reading a book, paying absolutely no mind to your surroundings. L tilted his head strangely at Light before turning to follow his gaze, and your eyes lifted from the pages of your book to meet his before they locked with Light's.

The rest of the task force noticed you just after Light did- Matsuda gaping at you a little longer than was necessary. Too soon, they had recalled just who you were.

You let out a low, rueful chuckle under your breath- so they remembered you. Smiling some to yourself, you lifted your head to look at the task force members in turn.

"Hey."

Light cocked his head at you, an unreadable expression on his face, before facing L again. "You didn't tell us you'd invited a friend, Ryuzaki."

L's back was to you as he replied, tone flat. "Ah. Yes, that's Y/N; she'll be with us for the time being- mind that that isn't her real name. Y/N, this is Light Yagami."

Light nodded at you. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is mine," you answered automatically, no longer looking at anyone directly and focus returning to your book. For a little while after the somewhat "off" greeting, there was a few seconds of awkward silence before the others remembered to introduce themselves properly; various mumbled "hellos" came from the rest of the task force.

It was clear to you, and most definitely L, that the task force with the probable exception of Light behaved oddly around you, despite that all you were doing was reading. Both you and L knew it was more than likely the incident from the other day that prompted them to sort of tiptoe around you. Both you and L could read them like an open book- it was painfully obvious they were full of questions. While you weren't in the mood to pretend to want to speak with these men you didn't know, you felt even less like having them stare at you the entire day. And besides, it was only hurting them- besides Light and L, the men didn't really seem to be contributing much to the operation at the moment.

Feeling increasingly like you were being watched, you opened your mouth to say something- but L ended up beating you to it.

"Judging by your confused expressions, I'm assuming you all have questions about Y/N's presence."

Aizawa, eyeing you, seemed apologetic, but did not waver as he spoke. "It's just that this is a total stranger to us- there aren't a lot of people we can trust right now, Ryuzaki. It would just be nice if we had a little more information."

So they felt the same way about you that you did about them. Somehow, that was a little amusing.

"I have to agree with Aizawa," Soichiro added, sending a sideways look towards you from behind his glasses. "You may know her, but we don't. What purpose does she serve? Will she be here regularly? How close-"

Your annoyance growing, you had to cut in, now fully lifting your head to look directly at the task force members. "Hey- I'm right here, you know," you interrupted a little testily, making Soichiro, Aizawa, and Matsuda all turn to look at you. "Feel free to ask me these things at any time instead of talking to L- Ryuzaki like I'm not here."

You didn't get a verbal response in return; the men only regarding you with slight suspicion before glancing at each other and then L as if waiting for him to back them up. But L seemed uninterested in the issue, only lifting a hand to silence everyone, his eyes still focused intently on the monitors before him.

"Y/N is right," L mumbled in a low voice, a pale thumb in between his teeth. "If you want to know who she is, why don't you ask her yourself?"

You nodded, fixing each of the men with a pointed stare. "Yes- why don't we do that. Just to ease the tension." You set down your book on the sofa and straightened up, slipping your necklace with L's initial beneath your shirt. "You can each ask me one question- whatever you want. That way, you'll know I'm not hiding anything. However- try and keep your questions impersonal; there are things I'm unable to share with you."

Of course, the last remark was just for show. If you were asked anything you didn't want to answer, you'd simply lie. Perhaps then you'd get the men, mainly Soichiro and Aizawa, off your back- you weren't much fond of feeling like an outsider around someone you'd known for far longer than anyone in the task force. Besides, your ego was taking a couple of hits- and you couldn't have that.

There was a brief moment of silence as the others thought your offer over. But Soichiro, anxious to get back on task, lifted both of his hands in front of his face in a surrendering gesture. "No, no- there's no need for that. If Ryuzaki trusts you, then-"

"No, it's too late now. You've made your feelings towards me clear. I only want to see if I can change them." Smiling brightly, albeit insincerely, you placed your hands on your knees in a friendly position. "Since you're talking- why don't you go first?"

Soichiro blinked at you, surprised at your audacity, before asking his question. "Well, I suppose I'll start with the basics. Will you be working with us on the Kira investigation?"

You answered immediately; the quicker your answers, the less suspicion. "Doubt it- detective work is more L's department. However, I might contribute every now and then, and I'll certainly be popping in more than occasionally. Next?" you asked sweetly, turning your attention to Aizawa.

Aizawa had clearly been thinking about this from the very first time he'd seen you. "What's your relationship with Ryuzaki?"

"Good question," you affirmed, pursing your lips for a moment before replying. "I'm just a friend. Light?"

Light, seeming distracted, snapped his head away from the computer and turned to face you. "A question... hmm, I think I've got one. Do you have any thoughts on the Kira situation?"

You'd pretty much expected such a question from Light- you could basically tell what kind of person he was already. Of course, having L come to your bedroom and tell you about him every day did help with your analysis.

"I have mixed thoughts, I suppose," you replied honestly, propping your chin up on one hand. "On one hand, I'm not in favor of murder. On the other hand, crime rates have dropped quite drastically, and at least Japan is an overall safer place." You shrugged, holding Light's gaze for a second or two more before finally turning to Matsuda, who looked up, apparently startled. "Oh! Right, my turn... okay, I think I know exactly what I want to ask."

Wordlessly, you tilted your head at Matsuda- you didn't know that much about him, as L had never really brought him up, and you'd deduced that he simply hadn't cared to- which was likely because of Matsuda's clearly naive and rather clumsy demeanor. You figured he was less of an asset than a liability to the mostly work-oriented and orderly task force. Long story short, you weren't expecting any thought-provoking questions from him.

Nonetheless, you were very caught off guard when he asked casually, "Was that you we heard the other day? Upstairs before L came down?"

Shit.

Quickly feigning confusion, you squinted your eyes. "What do you mean?"

Matsuda dropped his gaze to the ground, his cheeks beginning to fade into a pale shade of pink as he put his hand behind his head sheepishly. "Well, it's just, a few days back we all came inside and sort of heard moa- strange sounds coming from upstairs? And then you came down once they stopped. It's just, uh, we were- I mean, I was- just a little curious."

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Aizawa cringe and Soichiro wince, while L continued to keep his back turned towards you. Light turned his head for a moment to glance curiously at Matsuda and then you before quickly averting his eyes.

How long had they all been thinking about that?

You took a deep breath, silently letting it out before smiling brightly and answering.

"I'm afraid that's a personal question."

[emisue-khaleesi]

“I realised you’re the only one I have. Without you, I might as well not exist. You’re the only one who truly loves me.” — E106;

This is probably one of the most beautiful quotes of the entire show of Dickinson. You can't change my mind.💟

This quote of Sue is everything and shows that unconditionally love she has for Emily💘..And what Ella put into her expression to make this scene and the meaning for Sue, I felt it in my bones..Ella truly knows how to make us feel Sue's feelings..and there is so much to feel in this scene...🥺❤💥

This scene always give me breathless..omg Sue..there is too much love but also the pain for that unconditionally love in her words for Emily, without her she might well not exist because she only has her, she only loves her..She is saying this to Emily and Emily is just pushing away her to Austin arms..why?..after all she said Omg...For me this is the worst because it changes a lot one of their most important events in real life when Sue had to marry Austin, and as we can see in the show Sue was in a deep pain and fear for the wedding.. But Emily Dickinson never acted like this in real life when Sue had to marry Austin..they were their own support for each other in that hard time: they were fighting for their relationship even with the marriage in middle! They were fighting with Austin because he knew their relationship, so they were fighting for a pact of 3 and for a white marriage(he broke It)! Emily and Sue both by the side of the other!! They were the only ones who cared for each other in that hard moment of their lives, their only love were for each other and they were fighting for their relationship and loving, supporting and taking care for each other in that moment! Only them, without one of them the other might well not had existed!! Emily was by the side of Sue, she didn't push her away!! So I'm still being very angry, sad and bothered about this! I mean..We deserved better! And Sue deserved better too..So I will never get over this scene..WHY IN THE SERIE IS LIKE THIS?

>EMILY NEVER LEFT SUE BECAUSE SHE WAS IN LOVE WITH A MAN! *BEN* THIS IS ABSOLUTELY TRASH THE WHOLE ARGUMENT OF HIM? WHAT? WHY? BEN NEVER EXISTED AND THEY WERE TRASHING THE EMISUE STORY AND EMILY DICKINSON WITH HIM! I WILL NEVER BE OVER OF THAT SH*T! 🤢👿💔 EVERYTHING THAT EMILY DO WITH THAT MAN ON THE SEASON 1 IS EVERYTHING THAT SHE DID ON REAL LIFE WITH SUE! I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND THIS TRASH..I REPEAT: I WILL NEVER BE OVER OF THAT SH*T! IT'S INSULTING! 🤢👿💔

💌*For know their complete history you must read: "Open me Carefully. Emily Dickinson's intimate letters to Susan Huntington. Edited by Ellen Louise Hart and Martha Nell Smith." or "Emily Dickinson Cartas de Amor a Susan. Sabina Editorial."*💌

At least and for luck in the end of the season as Haiz said: "what's most beautiful about Emily and Sue's relationship is that they may go to the end of the world, but they will always come back to each other." It is and will always be the only reality: They being with each other, living their love. Forevermore.💫

[snowbellewells]

@searchingwardrobes Sheesh Melanie, just go ahead and break me heart why don’t you?!? 💔 No, I’m giving you a hard time, but in all seriousness, you have such a way of writing even devastatingly emotional things in a way that I am willing and even glad to read it because it’s what the characters have to go through to get to their happy endings at last. I’m more than willing to feel their hurt with them in exchange for getting to go on the journey you take us on.

Emma’s mourning for her lost innocence, and the rest of the family’s concern and uncertainty of how to help her were so real and raw, you couldn’t help hurting along with them, but wow was it well done. And it also shows how much she is loved and cared for that they try all they can to be there for her - even if it’s just in giving her space and time. Killian’s thoughts in this time sun it up perfectly though: “It wasn’t a lack of patience, at least not for him. He realized that Emma would never be the same person she’d been before, and he wasn’t expecting or asking that of her. He just wanted to see joy in her eyes again. He wanted to see her cheeks pink as she laughed, he wanted to see her collapse against Liam on the couch as he read a book, he wanted her to sit here with him chatting about everything and nothing. In short, he wanted her to live again. Fully. Not for him, but for her own happiness.”

There are also two or three lovely subtle and effective nods to canon here that I have to mention. I thought Neal’s being the child of the single mom Lacey Cassidy was a really clever and sad choice in its own way. And the part about the law and the town not knowing the whole story and Neal being elevated to almost saint-like status by his unfortunate death was very reminiscent of what the show did after Neal died - sometimes to the point of utter frustration when it masked all that he put Emma through. This was an interesting way to spin that into your story and it really hit home. (Even the way Emma reveals to Killian that he didn’t seem like himself, and from what I’ve read of the Impossible book, what was truly going on, plays into the complex father-son dynamic Neal had with Rumple/Gold) Seriously, you could not have picked a much better book to adapt into an OuaT/CS au!!! Most of all though, I love how Killian’s desire to help Emma heal and see her happy and fully living her life again, capture something beautiful about his canon character that can’t be celebrated enough. Yes, he is in love with her, but he also simply and purely wants the best for her, and for her not to close herself off from joy and love and life as she has been for so long when they first meet. This story’s Killian is wishing for that for this Emma too.💖

And then the end of this one, where she asks why he won’t hold her, and his pained, “Oh Emma….” before he runs around to her side of the car to just wrap her up and hold her while she cries. Good heavens!!! It hurt and it was glorious and just WOW breathtaking.🥺😭😍

Scarborough Fair: 5/?

I apologize for the long wait for this chapter. I said I would update every two weeks, and then I dropped the ball on that. I won’t bore you with the details, but life just got crazy. Anyways, I think I have a game plan now that I should be able to update every two weeks, alternating updates with No Wives, No Lovers, No Mothers.

This chapter is about Emma’s recovery, and it’s honestly a gut-wrencher. However, some important plot points also come up, so I can’t really give you places to skip like the last chapter. Hopefully, if you’ve stuck with me this far, you’ll keep reading! I can’t say the angst will cease after this chapter, but the rape will no longer be the main focus. So it gets better in some ways? I guess?

This is also now part of the CS Angsty August, so be sure to check out the other fan fic and fanart from that event!

Summary: Seventeen-year-old Emma Swan has had a charmed life, despite being a foster child. She has a wonderful family who loves her, and the best friends in the world. The only thing that mars her idyllic existence is her birth mother: a homeless woman who mutters nonsensical rhymes and claims to be Snow White. One fateful night, however, Emma’s world is shattered. Perhaps her mother’s rhymes aren’t nonsense after all.

Rated: M for date rape, dubious consent, teen pregnancy, and sexy times (the good kind!)

Words: Over 3k in this chapter

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Chapter Five

The rest of that night and the next day passed for Emma in a hazy fog punctuated by bouts of crying in her bed curled up in the fetal position. Other times she just lay there staring at the ceiling, trying to let herself be swallowed up by a dark, dark hole that had taken up residence in her chest. She wanted to go numb, to never feel anything ever again. Just when she thought she’d succeeded in emptying herself of all emotion, waves of tears would begin to pound her once again.

She hadn’t had to spell anything out for Killian. He’d simply nodded when she asked for him to take her home, and in the car, he said nothing. The silence was laden with grief, yet she knew she couldn’t have handled any questions, or even worse, platitudes. 

Even when they walked through the kitchen door, no words had been necessary. Ingrid had taken one look at Emma, and a single sob had escaped her lips. Emma fell into her embrace, tears finally coming. She heard Liam make a guttural sound followed by a thud. He’d punched something, even had bruises on his knuckles the next day to prove it. Like Killian, however, he said nothing, asked no questions, and refrained from touching her. She could tell the brothers wanted to, the way their hands kept fisting then opening again, the way their arms kept reaching just short of touching her, then falling back to their sides. Emma ached with both relief and sadness at their hesitancy. 

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[myloversgone]

This chapter was so raw, so real! And it hurt like fucking hell!

He seemed to be defying nature and getting more and more beautiful as the years went by.

Yep, that’s definitely one of Dean’s characteristics. 

She saw the muscle flex in Dean’s cheek. “Didn’t want someone to see me there and think…think there was still a connection between us.”

STOPPPP MAKING EXCUSES, DEAN! OWN YOUR FEAR OF LOSING HER! THAT’S THE ONLY REASON YOU GUYS AREN’T TOGETHER, ‘CAUSE YOUR FEAR OF LOSING HER IS EVEN BIGGER THAN YOUR LOVE! 💔😤

Sometimes I feel the need to slap him on the face (in a non-sexual way LOL), just to see if he’ll realize he’s being stupid AF!

Julie’s anger is so, so very real and understandable. Her reaction to Dean’s appearance at Bobby’s house was very believable, ‘cause HOW DARE HE? I didn’t expect her to welcome him with open arms, because, let’s face it, enough is enough. It’s the second time he took an one-sided decision and left her. She has every right to be pissed. I’m pissed!

But then...

Well, then there was the hot sex! And smangst is just the right word for it, ‘cause I felt more like crying then wanting Dean to fuck me when I read about them doing it (TMI, sorry).

So of course she gave into temptation! It’s Dean Winchester after all!  

Those two, ugh! They’re in a competition to see who’s more stubborn! Just be together already! As much as I think Julie complements Dean perfectly, sometimes they are so alike!

Can’t wait to see how the story unfolds! One of the things I’m most excited about each chapter is to see how you’re gonna mix canonical elements into your creation, @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior ��! Another incredibly good part of this captivating story! 👏

Green is My Favorite Color Ch. 16

Pairings: Dean x Fem!OFC

Explicit 18 +/Warnings: Smangst. Lots of smangst. (Kind of) rough sex. P in V. Light fingering. Sad Dean. Smad Julie. Mentions of Bobby's death.

Word Count: 4,715

Series Summary: Dean has been her hero from childhood, can she ever get him to be more?

Chapter Summary: What will happen when Dean and Julie see each other again? Will they clash or come together?

A/N:  The sixteenth chapter in a longer series. As I’m writing, the story is stretching out a little and I’m thinking it’s going to be at least 20 chapters. Sorry! 😬 It’s what I’ll call cannon adjacent. It will follow the general storylines through the seasons, but I’m creating my own offshoots. 😊

The beautiful divider at the end was created by @talesmaniac89. 💗

17 months later (January 2012)

Julie stood outside Bobby's house, the outside walls of which were blackened from the fire that had driven Bobby out of it. The wind had picked up and was whistling a warning that a blizzard was likely on its way.

Julie shivered and turned up the collar of her thick wool coat. She was avoiding walking into the burnt out building, even to get in out of the wind.

She hadn't been back home in well over a year, so she hadn't seen the mess the fire had left behind until now. The house was empty now, holding only memories. It was gone. Like Bobby.

Gone.

Julie shivered again, not sure whether it was the cold inside of her or outside of her that was causing the chill, but she finally moved through the doorway into the dark, cold house.

She walked through what remained of the kitchen, remembering how warm and comforting it had felt when, on a day like this, with howling winds and growing snow drifts, she'd walk through the door after school and smell cornbread baking, and see Bobby, sitting at the table, absently scratching at his whiskers while looking through some dusty old book.

God she missed him. She missed the reassuring presence of him, she missed knowing he was always there with steady, patient, unconditional love.

She may not have come back to South Dakota in a long while, but she'd never stayed away from Bobby. She met up with him regularly on the road, sometimes hopping on the same hunt when he wasn't with the Winchesters.

Her mind immediately shied away from the name and focused instead on Bobby, on all that he'd given her in the fourteen years he'd been her father. She'd never known her biological father, he'd left before she was even born, but she'd been lucky enough to know what a real Dad was because of Bobby and she would be grateful to him for that for the rest of her life.

She only wished she'd had the chance to tell him that. She truly hoped he knew - that her hugs and cheek kisses throughout the years, had been enough for him to know her love and gratitude.

She wandered into the den and took in the scorched and ruined furniture and other memories began to drift into her unwilling mind. If the kitchen reminded her of Bobby, this room was all Dean in her head, so many moments taking place for them here.

The times he would visit when she was little; how she'd crawl into his blankets on the floor when she was scared or lonely, relishing the comfort to be found in the way he would pull her into his strong, protective embrace; their first kiss here on the couch, and the magic she found in his touch. That memory caused her mind to drift down the hall to her bedroom, a room she'd once thought would be theirs to share.

She shut her eyes tight against the flood of memories from that room, nights of heartbreak and nights of passion. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, bending slightly as the pain pushed through her like it always did.

She shook her head; it had been silly to come, there was nothing left here but ghosts.

She turned to leave the den and get away from the restless spirits she'd roused, but instead she froze in place, letting out a gasp of shock and disbelief.

Dean was standing stock still just inside the kitchen, having obviously just walked in.

They both stood silent for a moment, the only sound the scream of the wind outside. Julie felt like the noise was a good representation of how she felt on the inside.

Dean raised his hands slightly in front of him. "I'm...sorry...I..."

Julie raised an eyebrow and felt hysterical laughter bubble up inside her, but she pushed it down. It just struck her as funny that the first words out of his mouth was an apology.

Dean lowered his hands and spoke quietly, barely audible over the oncoming storm.

"I didn't know anyone would be here."

They stared at each other for a moment that felt simultaneously like a second and also like a lifetime to Julie. She took him in as he stood there, and cursed the way her body betrayed her heart. Her stomach still swooped as her gaze moved over his tall, solid form.

In the year and half since she'd seen him, she'd begun to hope that her memory was tricking her into remembering him as more beautiful than he really was. But no. The proof was right in front of her - broad and powerful and beautiful. He seemed to be defying nature and getting more and more beautiful as the years went by.

If anything, his body seemed bigger, thicker, more muscled and broad. He was an imposing figure, even just standing across the room silently.

His mouth was as tantalizing as ever, lips full, pink and pillowy. His cheeks were scruffy with about a three day growth of beard. Her throat parched with the memory of how sensitive she was to that scruff and how incredible it always felt against her skin.

She shook her head and finally looked him in the eye. She could see he was tired, bone tired by the looks of it, but his emerald green eyes still had the power to make her feel stripped bare, exposed, like he could see into her soul.

"What are you doing here?" She spoke without conscious thought, the words just tumbling out. "You weren't at the wake."

She had expected him to be, she'd expected both Sam and Dean to show up at the small hunter's wake she and Annie had held for Bobby. She had girded herself for it, tried to steel herself against the pain she was sure she'd feel. But they'd never turned up to the gathering.

The boys had burned his body immediately after leaving the hospital with it, so there was no pyre, but there had been whiskey flowing and so many stories. Bobby had been one of the strongest pillars in the hunting community, so there were a lot of people there to remember him and share the loss.

But not the Winchesters. And when he hadn't been there, she'd let her guard down, refusing to examine whether she felt relived or disappointed by his absence.

Dean shook his head now. "No, we didn't come because I didn't want to..." he seemed to grope for the next word.

"Didn't want to see me?" Julie asked, finishing his sentence.

She saw the muscle flex in Dean's cheek. "Didn't want someone to see me there and think...think there was still a connection between us."

Julie shook her head as the electric tension that crackled between them made a mockery of his words.

Dean looked away from her. "Sam and I said our goodbyes to him when we burned his body."

He cleared his throat and then looked back at her. "I know Sam texted you when Bobby was in the hospital, I'm sorry you couldn't make it there in time to say goodbye. And I'm sorry...I'm sorry for Bobby. For losing him."

She shook her head. Of course he felt guilty about Bobby. Some things never changed. "You don't have to be sorry...for Bobby." Julie deliberately paused, reminding him he had a lot to be sorry for. But, of course, Bobby wasn't one of them.

"I don't blame you or Sam for Bobby. He was a hunter and he went out in the fight. I know he wouldn't have wanted it any other way."

Dean licked his lips and nodded. Another awkward silence passed before Dean cleared his throat again and turned his head toward the door. "Well, I should - "

Julie cut him off again. "Why are you here? You didn't answer."

Dean sighed and looked around. "I just wanted to...this place has a lot of memories." He took a deep breath. "Some of them are terrible, but a lot of them are..." He trailed off and looked back at Julie. "...a lot of them are good."

He shrugged. "I just wanted to say goodbye."

The hysterical laughter was back and this time Julie couldn't keep a small, scoffing laugh from escaping her lips.

"You wanted to say goodbye...to a house?" She fixed him with a piercing stare, demanding he explain to her why a burnt out building got a goodbye and she got a disappearing act in the middle of the night.

Dean obviously understood her implied question because he closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.

"Jules - " he began, but Julie's angry voice sliced through his words.

"Don't!" She pulled in a lungful of air, trying to calm the shakiness inside of her. "Don't call me that."

She wrapped her arms around her middle and spoke quietly, cursing the weakness in her voice. "You know, you're the only one who calls me that."

Dean clenched his jaw tightly, and nodded slowly before he turned his head away again. "I should go. I...I shouldn't be here." He said quietly, and he spun on his heel and disappeared out the door, leaving Julie standing there silently, wondering whether he'd really been here at all or if her broken psyche had just conjured him up out of nowhere.

She tried to push down her tears, but they wouldn't be denied this time, she couldn't stop them. She buried her face in her hands, trying desperately to end the sobs that had started.

It was too much. She'd missed him every day, missed his voice, his touch, his laugh, the way he'd look at her sometimes like she was an unbelievable treasure that had fallen unexpectedly into his lap.

She'd tried for months to contact him, left him dozens of messages telling him he was wrong to leave, wrong to think she was hurt because of him. She told him over and over how much she loved him, that they'd make it work. And she got only silence in return.

So, finally, she'd accepted that he was gone. Gone for good. And she'd closed up her heart and lost herself in hunting and killing monsters. She and Annie had partnered up a lot, but sometimes, she'd gone off on her own, letting the fight and the blood and the life tire her out enough that the pain stayed buried.

And now here he was, life-sized and real in front of her, and all the pain had rushed back to remind her why she'd chosen numbness.

As she stood rocking herself softly and sobbing harshly she felt a presence beside her and jerked her head up and her eyes open to see that Dean had re-entered silently and was standing less than two feet away.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she yelled at him, furious and embarrassed that he'd caught her sobbing over him.

His face looked stricken and she figured she must look pretty pathetic to cause him to look at her like that, like she deserved all his pity.

"I wanted to make sure you had a way to...I didn't see a car, I wanted to make sure you weren't stranded here."

For some reason his concern for her made her livid. How dare he pretend like he was worried about her welfare, when he was the one who'd ripped her beating heart out of her chest and stomped it to pulp?

She angrily brushed the tears away from her cheeks. "Annie's coming for me."

He nodded. Then the double line of worry appeared between his eyebrows and his jaw clenched tightly.

"Jules." He said softly as he raised his hand toward her cheek.

Julie slapped his hand away before he could reach her.

"Don't you touch me!" she cried out angrily, her face incredulous and furious. Panic pulsed through her veins. God she couldn't take him touching her again and then walking away.

Dean dropped his hand and took a step back. Hurt and sadness flashed heavily across his face before he masked it. An old part of Julie's heart started weeping, guilty for causing him pain, but she ignored it.

He hurt her first.

Dean nodded and wavered for a moment before he turned and left again. She listened for the far away rumble of the Impala's engine this time, before she allowed herself to crumple, broken, to the ruined floor.

***

A few hours later Julie sat, alone in her motel room. Annie had offered to stay with her since she was clearly very upset, but Julie had just thanked her, saying she would be fine and that she just wanted to be alone. Annie told her to call if she needed anything, and left her to try and process everything on her own.

As she was processing, the thought that kept going through her head was that she wanted answers, she wanted him to apologize for walking away from her without so much as a goodbye, without even talking to her.

He'd lied to her, said he'd be there when she woke up. But only Annie and Bobby had been there, explaining that Dean had left, that Sam said his brother felt he was putting her in danger.

He'd ended things with her through a game of broken telephone.

She deserved more. She stood up and put on her jacket again, she was going to get what she deserved.

Earlier she'd found out what motel he was staying at in town, assuming he wouldn't risk the highway in a blizzard. She was going to see him and get her apology and her goodbye.

As she jimmied her way into the little Toyota hatchback in the parking lot, she ignored the small voice that was whispering other suggestions for what she could do when she got there, much more pleasurable suggestions.

She shook her head as she drove out of the lot. She was going to see him to demand respect, that was all, to force him to give her what she was due.

She was not seeking him out because she couldn't get his face out of her mind, or because a loop of sinful memories featuring his mouth and his hands had been playing in her mind, or because she couldn't stop remembering the taste of him on her tongue.

She just wanted to confront him. That was all.

She told herself that the whole way there and was still telling herself that as she banged on his door.

But then he opened it and stood there in his forest green Henley and unbuttoned jeans, shock spreading across his features, and all her resolve went out the window.

To hell with wanting answers, she just wanted him.

***

(Moments earlier...)

Dean sat stretched out on his motel bed, a half-empty bottle of whiskey in his hand. He closed his eyes against the onslaught of memories that plagued him.

All he could hear were her tears, her broken sobs. All he could see was her face, full of anger and disgust, both of which had been directed squarely at him.

But what else could he expect?

He hadn't been expecting to see her at all, of course, having been told, obviously incorrectly, that she'd left town right after the wake.

So, Dean had gone to Bobby's because the loss of his second father was burning a hole into his heart and he'd wanted some good memories to cover up the ones of Bobby bleeding in Sam's arms, of watching doctors rush past them, trying and failing to pull Bobby back from Death's door.

But instead of comfort he'd only brought himself more pain. Julie had been so brittle, so cold and distant. It was how he'd expected her to be. He'd left her, ignored her, deleted every voicemail without listening to it because he couldn't stand to hear her voice and know she was slipping further and further from him.

He'd stayed away from everyone for months and months, checking in with Sam and Bobby but only briefly and infrequently. He spent most of those months drunk and hidden away in the seediest of motels.

He'd only returned, in the end, because the voicemails and texts had stopped, so he knew she'd given up and because the door to Purgatory was about to be swung open by Crowley and Raphael and he was badly needed in the fight again.

And so he'd kept fighting, kept moving forward, first fighting Crowley and the Archangel and winning, although not before purgatory had been opened, letting the Leviathans slither out, and then fighting the Leviathans and losing. Losing Bobby.

During their time apart, he'd asked Cas to keep an eye on how Julie was doing. He told the angel not to talk to him about her, but to just make sure she was safe, protected.

Both Sam and Cas thought he was wrong, ridiculous. But it had given him solace from his constantly aching heart, that in the year and half he'd been away from her, she had remained unharmed and un-hospitalized. He was sure he was doing the right thing.

Mostly sure. Today had torn a small hole in his conviction.

He'd known she'd be furious and probably hurt, but he hadn't been prepared to see the broken, aching pain on her face and know he was the cause. He didn't understand why knowing he'd hurt her and seeing that hurt etched onto her beautiful face, had been so very different.

And now, alone in his motel room, the sound of her sobs and the pain on her face haunted him and he put the bottle to his lips again, welcoming the burn in his throat as he tried to drown it all away.

He ignored the knock at his door the first time, but when it came a second time, he set the bottle down and angrily crossed the room to open the door.

And then there she was, bright and beautiful and vibrant, no longer crying, but standing defiantly in front of him, chin thrust out with that look of stubbornness on her face that he knew all too well.

"Julie?" He asked stupidly before yanking her into the room and looking quickly outside to see if anyone had been watching her. When he didn't see anyone, he slammed the door and turned to face her.

A million thoughts and emotions were swirling around in his mind, but he only allowed the anger out.

"What the hell are you doing here? Someone could have seen you?" His fears about her being associated with him were back in full force and he could feel the panic rising.

She shook her head. "I don't care. I'm here to...I want..."

Her words trailed off and he frowned, waiting for her to finish.

He was trying not to stare at her, trying not to think about the short skirt she was wearing and how it hugged her hips tightly, trying not to envision pushing it up to bunch around her waist. Her legs were covered in nothing but sheer stockings and the sight had him swallowing hard.

Jesus, he thought, get your head on straight. She's not here to be groped by you.

The thought had barely passed through his mind when Julie launched herself at him, pulling his head roughly down towards her and sealing her burning lips to his.

He reeled with shock, but it couldn't quiet the beast that roared to life in his chest, desperate for her, and he kissed her back, hard. After a minute, though, he pulled away from her, breathless, head spinning.

This was insane, he needed to tell her to go, it was dangerous for her to be here, it was dangerous for them to do this, it was only going to lead to more pain, it was only going to cause more heartache and trouble.

But he knew that really, he was lying to himself. After a year and a half apart she was here in front of him again, lips parted and wet, eyes heavy-lidded with heat and want.

After thousands of dreams of her, he had his hands on her for real, her cheeks were flushed and silky soft under his fingertips, and he couldn't possibly take them off her.

He took in deep, rough breaths for a second more before he hauled her back up against him, plunging his hand into her hair and walking her backwards into the wall.

She gasped, and he took advantage, plunging his tongue into her open mouth as he covered it with his own, groaning harsh and low at the warm, sweet taste he remembered.

It was like a mad fever had taken hold of them both and they began pulling at each others clothes, hands desperate to feel bare skin.

Dean pushed Julie's thick coat off her shoulders and then ripped open the light pink button down she was wearing, before tearing away the white tank top she wore underneath. When she was left in only rags and her bra, he pulled the cups down roughly and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking deeply before he sank his teeth into her tender flesh hard enough to leave a mark and make Julie dig her nails into his back.

Her hands were up under his shirt, roaming desperately, as though she was trying to map out every inch of him, but she didn't have enough patience to stay in one spot very long. She got tired of fighting with his shirt and yanked it off over his head.

He let his mouth leave her skin for the second it took to get it off but then set his tongue back on it's path up through the valley of her breasts. His hands kneaded her flesh and fire raged through him.

A pounding need to bury himself in her, had him pinning her against the wall, his cock hard and rutting against her through their clothes, his hips bucking instinctively.

He couldn't wait any longer, it was like an unrelenting, unyielding drive to sink into her heat, to pound into her so long and so hard that it would be impossible for them to separate again.

He bent slightly, cupping his hands under her ass and lifting her so that she wrapped her legs around his waist and the wet heat of her soaked through her panties and nylons and his onto his aching cock that had been partially exposed by his open jeans and shifted underwear.

He grunted and pressed her tighter against him as he moved to set her on the table beside the door. When he let go of her it was only to reach down and shred her pantyhose with his fingers, before roughly shoving her panties aside and sinking two fingers knuckle deep into her slick, drenched opening.

Julie cried out and moved her leg from around his hip long enough to push his jeans and underwear down. She grabbed his ass, squeezing tightly before she devoured his mouth once more.

Dean pushed his fingers in and out of her only a few more times before he couldn't stand it any longer and grabbed hold of his cock, lining it up with her entrance and slamming home.

As he entered her in a single thrust, he yelled a curse and fell against her, burying his face in the crook of her neck and trying to suck in enough oxygen to keep from passing out.

It was as if everything stopped in that moment; sunk deep into her hot, wet, welcoming body he was home for the first time since he'd left and the feeling was one of comfort and completion. All he wanted to do was stay in this moment forever. But even as he thought it, his body urged him to pull out and push back in. A guttural, ragged groan left him as he obeyed the need to move.

Julie was gripping his shoulders tight, reveling in the feeling of fullness he brought her. He filled her in every way possible, her body singing at the familiar swell of him inside her, whimpering as he dragged his cock slowly over the soft spongey spot that had her seeing stars, before pushing back in, deeper than before.

She refused to allow any thoughts to intrude on the incredible sensations he was rousing in her, or the desperate need she had for him. Her body was strung tight and every thrust of his hips, scrape of his teeth, pull of his lips, or drag of his fingertips, just wound the coil even tighter.

Where moments ago everything had been hard, fast, and desperate, now every movement between them was soft, slow and deliberate.

Dean eventually pulled his head away from the crook of her neck to look into Julie's face, almost afraid to see it. But when he did he got lost in the sight of her blissed out expression, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as he pulled out of her, leaving only the tip of his cock inside. He relished the way her mouth dropped open and her head fell back as he pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing slow circles into the swollen, sensitive nub.

Again he was struck by how badly he wanted to stay here in this moment out of time, this place where the only thing that mattered was pulling the next moan from Julie's parted lips.

But time was speeding up again, his body's relentless need to spill into her, driving him to pick up the pace. Julie urged him on as well.

"Dean, god please. Faster. Harder." The sound of his name dripping from her throat on a moan was as beautiful and sexy as he remembered and it spurred him on to pump into her hard enough to rock the table she sat on, making it squeak and groan under her.

He buried his face in her hair where it draped over her right shoulder, inhaling her scent while her moans and screams of pleasure mingled with his grunts and disjointed curses.

Finally he could feel the muscles in his stomach contract just before he slammed as deep as he could into her clenching body. As her body exploded around him he shouted his release and gasped from the pleasure-pain that came as Julie sank her teeth into the rounded muscle of his shoulder.

For a long time neither of them moved. They let their breathing slow and their bodies cool as they remained joined together, both of them desperate to stay wrapped up in the madness for a little longer.

Eventually, though, reality returned and Julie pulled back. Dean followed suit, slipping out of her body and tucking himself back into his jeans while Julie pulled her bra back into position and did the best she could to pull her ruined blouse back together.

She hopped down from the table and moved to pick up her coat off the floor, covering herself more satisfactorily. As she buttoned it, she looked up at Dean and he searched her face, desperate to know what she was thinking.

But she only gave him a small, achingly sad smile. "Tell me goodbye this time."

Dean was completely lost, so unsure about everything. He knew he'd made the right decision, knew that being out of her life was the right thing to do, but suddenly, actually, he didn't know. What if he'd made a mistake?

But she was looking at him solemnly and waiting for his goodbye. So, completely at sea and unsure, Dean closed his eyes and whispered out the words she was looking for.

"Goodbye, Jules."

He opened his eyes to see her shake her head and blink back tears. "Huh. Goodbye doesn't make leaving any better."

She walked out the door and he watched her climb into the little car out front and drive away. The blizzard had ended and the air was cold and still now.

But the storm had moved into his heart, and there, it raged on.

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[peppermint003]

i read this chapter when i woke up this morning and i was left shocked, heartbroken and speechless. it took me a couple hours to figure out my emotions and to process what had happened.

first, i have to tell you that out of the authors i have encountered thus far, you are one of the few authors that can truly generate and elicit a real, honest and deep emotion within my heart with your words, your writing, your stories. the sentiment and intensity you illustrate is felt through your words and writing and honestly that is one of the reasons i love reading your stories and why you are one of my favorite authors ❤️

this chapter started with an unsettling feeling, as if something was off. but then that feeling was replaced with tranquility because then newt and the reader started playfully bickering about ‘her bag’ and then thomas and the reader started teasing each other about ‘the rope’ and ‘taking off pants’ and then newt began teasing both of them and almost spilling ‘the tea’! so i was enjoying all that and smiling from ear to ear because i just enjoy their interactions so much! they are so light hearted and entertaining when they flirt and tease each other and then blush!! and then newt and the reader having a thumb war, i love how they keep them selves entertained in the meantime!! 🥰

after that it’s like that unsettling feeling came back and it felt like a ticking time bomb that was waiting to explode....then it did! i did not expect it though and i was shocked when it all went down! i kinda panicked because the whole team was kinda separated and no one knew if anyone was okay! i really enjoyed how you went through each character as a form of a check list to make sure everyone was accounted for! the ones that were okay gave me relief and the ones that were not had me nervous but then i felt at ease knowing that their injuries weren’t so bad and that they were gonna be okay! it honestly was kinda of a lot, like there was so much going on and a lot of movement that made my heart beat erratically!

i’d also like to appreciate how the reader was able to help brenda be a little more at ease by being next to minhos side 💛 i’d also like to appreciate the support and help provided between them all even in the middle of all that chaos and their own pain, i love how they cherish each other and it makes me emotional because they are such a beautiful family!! 💞🥺

you wanna know what really broke me in this chapter...after they had all left...you know in the van the ones there were just lightening up the mood and having a little laugh and beginning to wind down...a little flirting between tommy and the reader...and then....💔😭....i truly don’t know what to say because i kinda just wanna cry. everything happened so suddenly and just reading about how she was feeling and dealing with what was happening and trying to comprehend it all and then her blaming herself...that shattered my heart 💔

you know, this reminded me of when i read a previous chapter and you mentioned something about how shitty the real world is and so we love reading a story that is all happy, sunshine and rainbows and you’re right but you are also right about how realistic this story is!! sometimes people are saved and sometimes people die, it fucking hurts but, it’s true, it’s real! you are also right when you said that i would still love this story even with a little heartbreak...my hurt hurts but i do love saf!! 💗

when she was in the lockers, grieving and mourning, and she was closing herself up again and building her walls up again, i got worried that she was going to completely shut tommy and everyone else out. i am overjoyed that she didn’t and that she let tommy in and everyone else as well so that they can get through this loss together because she is not alone and they all need her and she needs them & because together they are stronger! tommy was determined to not leave her alone and him being so patient and so gentle with her, them in the shower was such a tender and vulnerable moment! her moment with brenda was so soft hearted! her moment with newt was so soft and loving! 💙

i love how her team was accompanying one another, how they were all together and how her and tommy were in their own little bubble providing physical affection to one another during such devastating times 🧡

smoke and fire (10)

word count; 16,174

summary; a suspicious call has disastrous consequences.

notes; it’s time. the death, and you aren’t ready for it. grab your tissues.

warnings; major character death, panic attacks, breakdowns, arson, gore, blood triggers, explosions, significant descriptions of injury, vomiting.

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[jokerownsmysoul]

Another wonderful chapter right here that tugged at my heartstrings 😭 so may things have been unfolded here, I'm loving the way you're slowly getting in the depth of every plot and detail as the chapters go on, big and small, and how the story unfolds a little more in every chapter and we get to know more about every character and situations. Arthur meeting Jeff is something that I think every reader thought about at least once since you started posting WWH, I definitely did if anything, it seems so strange to think about their world so different finally bump into each other, it was very nice and intriguing to see them interact and I enjoyed everything about it, as well as every other thing mentioned here💙 read more, gonna catch up on chapters now that I've so much spare time to ramble about these two and this wonderful story💃 again another chapter that made me giggle and broke my heart all the same. The constant of your stories 😭

On a side note I LOVE the pic you chose for this chapter. It's one of my faves I'm so in love with it, the color palette is so dreamy and it does feel like a dream indeed between the colors, the perspective and where Arthur's gaze is directed. I simply loved it and couldn't take my eyes off it, you always pick the best pictures 🥺💙💜💗

Big Pictures' marquee displayed fractured titles of older hits: ocky III, Of ice  and Gentl man, Last Un corn. - the first paragraphs are beautiful. It's something I say all the time but again, I love when you take some time to describe the city or the surrounding area where the scene is settled. It's so simple but a huge and very important thing to do that adds a lot to the story. I could see the city so clearly, it's so different from Gotham and I loved the little things you described, it did feel like a small town with friendly people where everyone knows each other ❣️

"It's Fleck now," she gently corrected, each repetition faster and faster until the sentence merged into a single word. Itsflecknow. Itsflecknow. - that's too cute 🗣️ it made me smile ❣️

This man had a title and prominence. Arthur had tricks out of a thrift store magic kit, notebooks filled with negative thoughts and amateur wisecracks. - the fact that Arthur felt self conscious as soon as the image of Jeff he'd created in his mind finally became clear and real is understandable and something that felt right, I would act the same tbh. 🙇🏻‍♀️ I loved this brief insight into his mind. 💙

Right then and there, he threw an arm around her shoulders, the other about her waist, and dipped her to plant a messy kiss on her cheek. - of course he did‼️and also. Gimme 😖

Their noses nearly collided when they bent to drink, a cliché that brought on the kind of grin he associated with pillow talk. - this is the cutest thing everrrrr as a cliché and soppy as it can be, that doesn't make it any less because and sweet and I want it. 🤕😖 ahhh I got such a sweet image in my mind I could see it so clearly 😭

Ever since he'd tuned into From Here to Eternity on GBC after a late shift filling dumpsters at Pelican Arms - I looooved the mention of this movie. 😭 100% spot on through and through. I very often like to think about Arthur watching this movie, especially since we know that in canon he's seen other movies with this actress, and plus of course the romance of the beach, so seeing this movie mentioned on a piece was wonderful. He would love it and I like to think that he did at some point 🥺

For the first time, it felt like she was doing him a favor. - 💔 with the chemistry they have, their love and the strong connection they have that goes beyond the mere act of sex (which in case wouldn't be a bad thing 😂) it was so strange to image them like this, but I understand why that happened and this only shows us how hard it is what Sarah is going through. 🥺

But this was different. They were married now. Comfort was supposed to be the norm. Wasn't she supposed to drop her walls and confide in him? That's how he'd always imagined it, what every love song he'd memorized promised. - 🥺💙🥺💙🥺💙 I love this mention to when they got together. That Arthur thinks about it feels very right to the person and the kind of character he is. 🥺

"I can't imagine you hiding from anything." - this sentence said when she's going through all of this broke my heart. Poor thing. 💙😭

That she'd had a whole other existence planned, a path he wasn't a part of, had remained a nebulous detail. As sudden as a kick to the chest, it was now as concrete as unvarnished truth. / If things had gone a little bit differently, if Jeff had put his hand on her shoulder at a needed second, everything could have turned on its head. - UGH these paragraphs made me lose my mind. The fact that it takes the smallest, truly the smallest thing to change our lives it's something that I think about very often, it's wild and crazy that something we experience, which feels palpable and real, could not be brought into existence for a simple butterfly effect. Reading these lines really got me because it's true, their lives could have been so different, and the fact that Arthur thinks about it when finally Jeff becomes "real" and doesn't feel like a distant memory from her past anymore, is perfect. I'm so happy that life worked out the right way for Sarah and Arthur find each other eventually. 💙🥺

"Much quieter, since no one knows who the hell I am." - honestly what a mood. 😂

Hello, nice to meet you, even though it wasn't. - this made me giggle, I won't lie. 💀 I'm sure we all went through a moment like this at some point and it was very funny and relatable to read this line 😂

Y/N had already found a lead in Central City, an opening in the DA's office. She had her resume all typed up. But she had to quit that to take care of her father." / "Every time I saw her, a little more of her light had left." - that my heart broke in thousands pieces at Jeff's words is a huge understatement. 💔 My heart was bleeding for her. 😭

He'd started caring for Penny as a teenager, had been the man of the house for as long as he could remember. Circumstances that had been thrust upon him with the dispassionate cruelty of chance.  Suddenly, he realized Y/N had been through that, too. She'd told him once she knew how hard being a caregiver could be, had offered empathy instead of pity. But he hadn't understood she'd been as stuck here as he had been in Gotham. - you know, it's very silly what I'm going to say, but the fact that they went through similar things in their past is one of the first things that made me fall in love with their relationship when I read WWH, and probably one of the reasons why I love so much the chapter where they take a bath together, since we get to know about her situation better there. I loved that although they are so different, their past, some of their family stories and experiences are similar.

I know it's silly, Arthur said it himself and you wrote it, "He'd never wish his darkest days on anybody, much less his wife," which is true and something everyone would tend to feel if their loved one went through something like that, and yet this doesn't prevent me from appreciating this. 🥺 As you said here: "in knowing she might understand what it was like to be alive but not live" I relate to this a lot, I can't help but love that Arthur and Sarah understand each other in such a deep way, maybe because I know how hard it is to go through this kind of thing when a family member can't take care of themselves, but istg when I realized that they shared these deep wounds and past in WWH I fell in love with their story and their connections even more. 🥺💙 Selfishly I'm happy that in WBH this connection and strong understanding is being unfolded a bit more. I just love it. 🥺

Was it that commonality, besides their mutual attraction and kindness, that had allowed them to connect so quickly? - stop it girl. 😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔 The fact that Arthur acknowledged how similar they are, and the way he reacted to it, was so so heartbreaking. His train of thoughts and doubts and questions were so poignant and this part of the chapter was just 🥺💙🥺💙🥺💙🥺💙 This is as heartbreaking as it is wonderful. 😭

She brushed a stray lock from his forehead. "What is it?" / "Nothing. I just love you." - 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 so many things were spoken through this I just love you and I could feel them all. This was a wonderful chapter and I've been looking forward to review it for so long, I know it's silly but I do love so much that they can understand each other so deeply. Arthur wanted someone who could understand him after all, and Sarah definitely does. 💙 Assuming of course that someone can understand you deeply even if they didn't go through the same thing as you, of course! 💙 I know that Sarah would understand him in any way no matter what she went through, and Arthur would do the same for her if his relationship with Penny was different, and still. But you know what I mean with my rambles 🥺🙏🏻 this was such a wonderful chapter 💙❣️💙❣️💙❣️💙❣️

Way Back Home - Chapter 7

Chapter links: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Summary: Arthur married Y/N a year and a half ago. Now it’s time to meet her family in Missouri. Believing that building a life in Gotham had excised the pain of the past, Y/N accepts Mabel’s invitation to visit, unaware her little sister has hurdles of her own. What starts as a wish to connect becomes an exercise in old wounds. Y/N must choose to face them with Arthur - or alone.

Chapter warning: Adult situation

Words: 2,715

A/N: Thanks once more to @jokerownsmysoul​​ and @iartsometimes​​ for all their help massaging this into something readable! 😊

Downtown Boonville was a misnomer. Fountains were nonexistent, no monuments glorified long dead founders, the crosswalk hadn’t been repainted since 1972. Main Street - the only street - ran a half mile long, flanked by two-story buildings, most wood, some brick, all with their best days behind them. The nearby mall, that death knell of convenience, had done a number on the town.

Athey’s Hardware’s and the Trading Post’s doorways were a mishmash of broken glass and plywood. Big Pictures’ marquee displayed fractured titles of older hits: ocky III, Of ice  and Gentl man, Last Un corn. Fogey’s loitered at the corner, a bar whose entrance doubled as a cave even in the bright sunlight of late afternoon. A lone traffic light held domain until 6:00 PM, after which it gave up and flashed an apathetic amber.

But the sidewalks weren’t deserted. Frayed American flag flying, the post office drew a steady trickle of customers, enough for Arthur and Y/N to be halted by an astonished “Y/N Thompson?” every twelve steps.

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