#but ive been very happy having her as my friend and it was so unexpected when she asked me out

[vampirejuno]

Am I Into This Person But Very Nervous About It, Or Just Going Along For The Ride Because Idk What I Want - And Other Paralyzing Questions To Haunt Your Weekend!

[jessjad]

Unexpected

Chapter 13

Summary: After a Halloweenparty Y/N actually didn't want to got to, her life seems to be turned around. The reason is a very stubborn Supe that seems to have her in his visier. Is it just a coincidance or more?

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader

Word Count: 3582

Warnings: medical inaccuracy (maybe), pining, some language, show level violence, blood, character death.

A/N: Man, this was big piece of work! But the word count says it all, I think. Hopefully it delievers and my struggle paid of. 🙈 All mistakes are mine. Enjoy!

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Something was tugging on Y/N's conscious, something that wanted her to wake up. Her mind was starting to fight against it, but no matter how hard she tried, it did not seem to work. No, she didn't wanna wake up in that miserable place again. If reality hit her one more time, that noone came to save her, that noone was even looking for her, she probably could not take it. But there was nothing she could do to stop it.

The first thing she felt was her body. It felt heavy and her muscles ached. But something was wrong with the position she seemed to be in. Had her chair tripped over?

Next was a weird beeping sound that got rapidly louder and louder. And when she finally opened her eyes she was greeted with a clean white ceiling and white walls. The disgusting smell was gone, too. She wanted to lift a hand but it did not quite work out and a low groan left her mouth.

"Y/N!" within seconds Annie's face was in her view and she looked relieved. "You're awake!"

"What..." she croaked, but her voice was not as strong as it used to be.

"You're in the hospital. You're going to get all better, girl."

Y/N was in the hospital? With a little panic she turned her head and took a look around the room. Now Marvin was also standing next to her bed and smiled softly down to her. She was hooked on a couple machines and an IV was hanging from her left arm. Taking in a couple of deep breaths Y/N waited for the blow, but nothing happened.

"Is... is this real?" she whispered and Annie's smile fell a little.

"It is." Marvin said. "But it was practically last second."

With that validation tears started to prick her eyes and she closed them for a moment. Relieve flooded her body and mind and she could not control the sobs that now shaked her body. So, her last memory that she thought was a halluzination had been real. She actually could not believe it. But then another thought came to mind.

"Where... where is Ben?"

Upon that question M.M. und Annie shared a quick look before the blonde supe answered.

"He's out on a misssion and won't be back for another week."

What? He was not even here? If that did not speak for itself. He was probably happy to be rid of her. Why would he care for her health anyway?

"How long... have I been... here?"

"Six days." A doctor was standing in the doorway, smiling gently. "Good morning, Ms Y/L/N. I'm doctor Henrickson."

He stepped in and closed the door behind him. With a quick glanze he checked her vitals before he gave Y/N a once over. A short nod signaled that he was satisfied with what he wrote down on his pad. He brought the small stool over that stood in the corner and sat himself down next to the bed. Annie went over to the other side to where Marvin was standing.

"You really scared us all here." the doc stared to break the ice.

"I did not... intend to do... that." Y/N rasped and coughed a little.

"Does your throat hurt a lot?" he asked with a little frown.

Y/N only nodded her head.

"We'll get you something for that. It will take some time, but in a couple of days it should be gone."

"What's happened... to me?" Y/N finally wanted to know.

"You were dehydrated. If you remember, you were locked in a room for days." How could Y/N not remember this. "This led to your body gradually starting to shut down. The lack of water put a heavy strain on your liver and it began to fail. And just as your friends described it to me, you also had hallucinations. Which is not surprising, since the brain also suffers and contracts, so to speak."

Okay, this was more than she imagined, but she realised early on that something was wrong with her. Her discomfort was clearly written on Y/N's face, because the doctor placed his hand reassuringly on her arm.

"But don't worry. We took care of you immediately and did everything necessary. You will have to stay here for a few more days. At least until your water balance is right again and your muscles have relaxed. And when the time comes, you'll be back to your old self. Promised."

And as doctor Henrickson smiled, Y/N let out a sigh. At least it was really over now. Everything was over now.

"But there is just one thing I need to ask you." and the doc's smile faded a little. "When we examined you we discovered numerous bruises on your body. But there were no signs of sexual assault."

Y/N's eyes widened a little and M.M. and Annie shared a quick look.

"Have you been in an accident beforehand? They looked to be older, some of them already fadeing."

"No, ehm... I was not."

"It's from her boyfriend." Annie replied and looked a little upset at Y/N.

"I don't know if I like that explanation better." the doc anserwered.

"He's a supe." Y/N said and now the man's eyes widened a little. "It took him some time... to control his strength. But... he never hurt me."

She never believed that she would be so embarassed about the markings Ben had put on her body. Some were accidental, others very calculated. And in the heat of the moment him talking about marking her up for everyone to see it made her just a bit more horny. But know she just wanted to disappear into a hole in the ground.

"Well, okay. That's not the first time I heard that." Doctor Henrickson said as he stood up and put the stool back into it's place. "I'm gonna leave you to rest now. And I think it would be better if your friends would do the same." he said with a pointed look at M.M. and Annie.

"We'll be back." Marvin said.

"And I'll bring you delicious food." Annie promised and squeezed Y/N's hand reassuringly.

After they left and she was alone in her room again, Y/N did a deep sigh and closed her eyes. But insight she was only wishing for Ben to visit her.

Five days later Y/N was feeling way better, but she was still not able to leave. Her blood work was still a little off and they didn't want to risk it. But that was fine with her. The longer she stayed the more she hoped for Ben to show up. It probably was silly of her, but her stupid heart did not want to give up on that possibility.

She did not know how long he was gone for that mission he was on and Annie did not show up in person again due to her own missions, but she keept in touch with her via messages. Marvin had come visit her a couple times more, bringing the food that Annie had promised, but he also did not say to much. Reasoning that she needed to rest and get her mind off of theses things for now.

And that was what she had done. Y/N had been so tired that she sleept most of the time and with her muscles more and more relaxing she could do so better and better. Only her dreams made the rest a little difficult at night. A mixture of scenes from that room she was held captive and her halluzinations and become the fuel that nightmares lived off and startled her awake more than once. But sometimes it was like she felt a warm hand on her cheek that calmed her and the wild pictures in her head down so much that she slept peacefully for the rest of the night.

She didn't even felt the need to watch TV, she just wanted to rest and hear from Ben. But as it seemed she could have only one of these two things.

Her mom and Caroline visited her multiple times and she knew that her Mom especially would lash out on her. Her worries in the beginning of the whole thing to be to dangerous just confirment with all this that happened to Y/N. And she understood her. After what happened to her sister, everything with Vought included was just dangerous. But in the end everyone was just glad and happy that she was alive and okay now.

Right now her mom was pushing her with a wheelchair through the hospital to get outside to the park and get some fresh air. Eventhough she did not really want to leave her room, she also felt like she could not lay in her bed anymore. To be able to feel the late november wind and a little bit of sun on her face sounded just so good, that Y/N could not say no to it. For her the wheelchair was unnessecary, but the doctor insisted on it.

When both women came out of the hospital they were greeted with crispy cold tempretures but it was definitly refreshing. There weren't a lot of people out with them and Y/N welcomed that. For the first time since the kidnapping she felt like she could breath freely. Her mom didn't say much, but the silence was not uncomfortable.

On the contrary, she loved hearing the sounds of nature. The birds chirping that stayed over winter, the wind whistling through the trees and leaves and also the cars driving back and forth. It helped her realize that she was truly free again and that the ordeal of her kidnapping was over. They stayed outside for at least thirty minutes before they headed back in.

"When will you be released?" Her mother asked while she was pushing the wheelchair back to the front of the hospital.

"Not sure. My blood values ​​are still not the best. And until that isn't top notch again, I have to stay here."

"Okay... because I was thinking... when you get released, don't you want to come back home for some time?"

Upon that question Y/N did not quite know what to answer. The idea sounded really nice. Getting back to full health in her old home, where she knew every centimeter and recognized every smell. Diving back into that comfort and safety was so tempting. But if she would agree to that, then she would minimize the chance for a certain supe to contact or see her again.

But before she could think about that more, she saw the television while passing through the waiting area. Some people were standing infront of it and she heared some pieces of their conversations. But that was not what got her frowning. It was the headline on the bottom of the screen. In big, bold letters she read: "One week after Homelanders death. What will happen now?"

Homelander was dead?

11 days ago...

"Finally we see eachother." Homelander said as he fully turned to Ben. "I've been looking for you, you know?" he grinned with a pointed finger into the other supe's direction.

"Mh-hm." the older one answered unimpressed. "You still not over the 'licking-my-ass' phase? Get a life, buddy."

People were screaming and running around. The children that had been in the school just mere minutes ago were all over the place, standing in groupes or alone, crying for their parents. Cars started to approach, worried parents behind the steeringwheel, picking up some of the kids and their friends before they flew the scene again. It was chaotic, but Ben tried to stay calm and keep Homelanders attention at himself.

"I did some digging! About you about me... my name is John, acutally." Homelander continued as he started to pace back and forth a little bit.

"And I don't fucking care." Ben said unaffected as he saw several black SUVs pulling up out of the corner of his eye.

John's grin faltered and his gaze turned a little angry. "How can you say that?"

Meanwhile, three helicopters were circling above their heads, broadcasting the highly dramatic and tense situation live. Ben did not see M.M. and his daughter anymore, hopeing somewhat that they already gotten away. But Ryan was still standing at the window looking down to both men.

"How can you say that? We're family!" Homelander argued and his breathing started to become heavier. "You, me and Ryan... we're charing the same DNA."

"Just because someone played fucking Contamination in real life with my DNA doesn't mean that we're family. And you raping a woman out of display of power over Butcher doesn't make Ryan your son. The poor fella probably still doesn't know about that."

Okay, Ben knew that he should be the last one to be blaming someone with that, 'cause he too did not hold back once. He did pretty shitty things, to say the least. But that was his old self. The Soldier Boy who thought that nothing could get to him, that he was truly untouchable. And eventhough he was invincible, his heart and soul were not. At least what was left of it.

"What?" both men could hear from above their heads, realizing that Ryan indeed heared what they had said to eachother.

Meanwhile, Marvin had brought Janine into the safety of his car. But his eyes were still on Soldier Boy and Homelander. Janine was trying to get into his car, but M.M. had not unlocked the door yet.

"Dad!" she screamed a little panicked. "Let's go!"

However, before he could answer they heard the honking of a car behind them and turned their heads. Monique stopped infront of them, hastly getting out of the car and calling out for her daughter. Janine did not need to think twice and ran straight to her mother, letting herself be embraced by her open arms that closed securely around her.

Both females were calling out for M.M. now and he was almost on his way to go over to them and get into the car as well, as he took one last look back to the supes. And when he saw that the already heated conversation now started to explode and become a physical one, he sighed heavily. Ben had saved his daughter. He owed him.

"This motherfucker..." he sweared and turned back to Monique and his daughter. "GO! Get her out of here!"

"DAD!" Janine screamed, but Marvin just smiled a little. "I'll see you later! I promise!" and then he ran to the back of his car and opened the trunk to get to his weapons.

Ben ducked at Homelander's first attempt to laser through his body, just to run towards him and land a punch his stomache. John took the blow in surprise and struggled to keep standing on his feet. In that moment of unwariness Ben saw a familiar face running towards him. It was Harlow who threw him a replica of his old shield that he caught with no problem. It was much lighter and the surface had a strange silver sheen to it. And it should not take long for him to realize why it was silvery like that.

As soon as Homelander was standing stabil again he used his laser eyes once more. Ben used his shield right away for his own protection and in the moment the laser hit it's surfsace, it threw it back, hitting the wall of the school and burning a bick rip into it. Well, that was new.

And while both men recovered from the surprise, sudden gunfire was opened on them. Not that it did any harm to both, but the ammunition was concetrated more on Homelander which disturbed him quite a bit. Ben observed his surroundings and saw not just his men that sprang into action, Mallory had sent some of her men too, starting to escort as many people as possible out of the danger zone. So, while Homelander tried to shield his face from the bullets hitting him, Ben again attacked him.

M.M. shot with his machine gun from behind the cars he was passing to get a better angle to hit Homelander and stay somewhat invisible. But then there was a black van that came to a stop right next to Marvin. He paused and locked with the backdoor of the van, ready to shoot if needed. But as the doors opened, surprise was showing on his face.

"Hello, mon ami!" greeted Frenchie M.M. with his charming smile.

Next to him was a big weapon that looked like a oversized bazuka merged with a grenate launcher. He petted it like it was his new favorite toy.

"What the fuck is that?" Marvin asked as he came over to the van and hid behind the open door.

"Just a little something Grace had me working on. It's a blaster that works like the old man's glowing chest. At least that's what I tried to do." Frenchie grinned. "You want to help me shoot that on Homelander to see if it works?"

He did not need to ask Marvin twice. But they needed to make sure that Soldier Boy was out of the firing line. So Marvin told him to get ready, picked up his machine gun again and made his way forward to where Johnson and Harlow were firing their guns.

That's when Ben saw M.M. still being there and helping him out with Homelander, while he held his 'son' on the ground with his shield over his face to avoid the laser. He could not hear what they were talking about and Homelander was starting to break free from Ben's hold, but it did not took long for Johnson to signalize him the plan. So with one last push down Ben jumped up from the body underneath, clearing the way for Frenchie and M.M..

They did not wait any second, Marvin pulled the trigger while Frenchie full on pointed at Homelander. The yellow glowing beam shot out of the weapon and hit him square in the chest. For a split second it looked like that nothing would happen, but then you could see how his suit started to break open and the beam began to burn his bare chest. John started to cry out his anger and shot his lasers all over the place.

Frenchie's weapon died down and Ben sprang back into action, trying to redirect the lasers away from the men that surrounded them. Unfortunatley one of the helicopters over their heads got hit from a red beam and instantly lost his tail boom. It crashed just mere meters away from the school building to the ground.

That little distraction was enough for Homelander to get back on his feet and pushing Ben out of the way. Having him crashing into the school and loosing his shield out of his hands. But Homelander's attention was no longer on Ben, he was now looking to the van on the other side of the street where Frenchie and M.M. were still standing with the blaster in their hands.

"C'mon, Frenchie! We need to shoot NOW!"

"I know, I kow! But it's not working!"

While both the men were arguing with eachother, Homelander started walking towards them.

"You think you can destroy me? ME?" His eyes started to glow red again. "I'm going to show you what I can do to you!"

But before he could even do anything, a red laser shot through his right arm, leaving an open gashing wound and making the arm immobile. He screamed in pain as he turned around to see who did that. But when he saw Ryan's eyes become normal again, he did not know what to say.

"You are not going to hurt them." the blonde boy says.

With his left hand over the wound John tried to steady his useless arm. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"You lied to me." Ryan replied and his chest was heaving a little. "You raped my mom!"

"Don't tell me you believe what that bastard said. We are family, Ryan!"

"NO!" Ryan walked closer to his father, turning him away from the school. "My mom was my family. Butcher... and the others were my family."

Upon those words immense anger rushed over Homelanders face and he seemed determaned. "Oh, were they? To bad."

And within seconds Homelander shot his lasers towards M.M. and Frenchie. But just before they could hit them, Homelander screamed in pain again and fell to his knees. Ryan had used his lasers a second time on his legs. Once John had recovered from the impact he furiously started to shoot his own lasers against Ryan. But the boy jumped out of the field of fire in time.

"What's wrong? Now you don't have such a big mouth anymore, do you?" he spat out at his son and aimed again for him.

But as he realized that a yellow glow started to surround him, he opened his eyes wide and turned around to look behind him.

"He doesn't need to." Ben pressed out and one second later his chest glowed up in full power and vaporised Homelander so fast that he didn't get the chance to react anymore.

His body exploded in pink dust within a second and the silence that followed was deafening. But the reality was broadcasted live on tv.

Homelander was dead. Once and for all.

A/N: We've done it! Homelander is dead. 😎 Now everything is going to be fine... right? 🤔

@lyarr24 @k-slla @leigh70 @deadlydivergentgirl @deans-spinster-witch

@chriszgirl92

[randomcontentdude]

Alright guys, so there are three topics that ive reflected on lately and I think deserve their own posts: Sex, money and permanence. All of them independent from each other obviously. I feel like I owe you a little recap of the last month. We left off at me leaving my Aunt's in somewhat relief. I had a blast with my childhood best friend, I went to visit cute places then came back home in absolute relief. I did text GG blond over the holidays but I didnt once I got back in the city. he did.

This was unexpected but also everything made sense. He had posted a story saying he's now going to only date ugly men who treat him kindly and the proceeded to text me two days after, making conversation and ultimately inviting me out for climbing. Here's how I feel about it: Just in the same way I would hate to "settle" for someone I dont feel as attracted to, I feel like I dont deserve to be the "ugly man that treats him nicely". I am no greek model but I would say im pretty good looking and I don't deserve to be seen or treated this way. And I think certain situations that I will grasp upon in the sex post have helped me realise how worthy I am of finding someone that likes me and I feel the same about them. Its all about timing and place.

Anyways, anyhow, he asked me to go climbing and I asked to reschedule for the following day since I had finals. we went climbing as a group, my friends were also there, oh dont forget to mention he hugged me when he saw me. we climbed as a group calmly, I was catching a cold at this moment so I was super weak but I managed to stay alive through his hour sesh (I stayed for two hours) and when he was leaving he said "I think im gonna go" to which I answered "alright" and he did not seem to happy about my answer, even debating me with a "hmm?", idk what he expects from me. Did he wanted me to offer dinner with him?

I told popular trio girl everything about gg blond for the first time and she actually thinks im not insane, I thought she was gonna be very judgmental.

I had to handle my exams, an awful cold and living alone at the same time, all I could feel was defeat when performing poor exams over the week, but im trying my best, specially since mom wants me to get a job urgently and I had to handle that too. I did not feel too stressed, and it shows since I havent shown many physical signs of stress (just my typical rash in hands and feet(the feet rash is new(new as in this summer))). Just a constant feeling of defeat, its okay, I can re take them in June, it won't affect me.

I went out on Saturday too and many things went down:

We didnt invite the part of the friend group that 1. wouldn't have like coming 2. wouldn't ave come because we had an exam left. Snowwhite didnt really liked me posting without blocking them but honestly I couldn't cares less if they see or not because I know did nothing wrong

I made out with no one and honestly whilst It sort of took a toll on my ego it ultimately didn't affect me after I left the club, I had a blast with my friends and thats all that matters.

It was a very healthy night out, I drank in moderation and no bad things went down, we just went out, had fun and had little moments

I took a bunch of photos with and of strangers because bad bunny said it "I shouldve taken more pictures

Oh right and, after I left my childhood friend sent me a voice note telling me how even though she loved me and had a great time and all sometimes she fell a little uncomfortable by some joke me and her sister made which valid ofc, but also that she felt like im very pushy in discussions and always try to be right. This is something I have been working on on ever since, and something I keep in mind. This is something I dont want to keep doing.

[tinysylveon]

The Seven Saviors of the Spiral

hi welcome to my wizard101 oc story thing :3

Seven unexpected friends unite under one cause: to save the Spiral.

At a young age, they were given an incredibly daunting task: A darkness had overtaken the lands closest to Wizard City - Malistaire and his army of undead were on the move to tear the worlds asunder for his own selfish goals. Only these seven, chosen by Fate, could unite and defeat him.

And that they did.

For a few years, things were calm.

Then, Morganthe came.

The spider queen had a lust for power that had not been seen for thousands of years. Once again, our heroes would need to take up their spells to rid the Spiral of this dark influence.

And that they did.

Once again, for a few years, things were calm.

Now, in their 20's, after a period of peace in the Spiral, another threat has arisen.

Older, wiser, and more powerful, they are ready to begin their journey once again.

{All dolls made with Gaia Online}

Scarlet TitanDreamer (Pyromancer, She/They)

Early 20's. Lineage unknown, Seems to hail from Wizard City, so she says. A kind woman who lives in a wintry tower and enjoys gardening. She has been taking in any refugees from worlds that have fallen or been taken by darkness to live on the isles surrounding her home. Secondary school: Life.

Autumn MistWeaver (Thaumaturge, She/Her)

Late 20's. Lineage from Avalon, hails from Wizard City. Reads a plethora of books and does a good amount of research. A sweet and knowledgeable woman, she has been friends with Scarlet since early childhood. Secondary school: Fire.

Genevieve Rose (Diviner, She/Her)

Mid-20's. Hails from Marleybone. An excitable woman, always filled with ideas. Has been friends with Scarlet since early childhood. She mainly focuses on the accuracy of her spells, rather than the power - "That should be enough!" Secondary school: Life.

Soran DreamWeaver (Sorcerer, They/Them)

Mid-20's. Hails from Mooshu. They're a very quiet person, but around their friends, they enjoy practical jokes and making their friends laugh. Secondary school: Death

Alura GlimmerTrick (Conjurer, She/Her)

Early 20's. Lineage from Dragonspyre, hails from Wizard City. Seemingly bitter, but open-minded even still. Her family's lost history had her jaded, but once the team made it to Dragonspyre, and she learned her history, she's started to soften. She's not very kind to people she doesn't know - her trust is a little shot. Secondary school: Balance.

Zayan MoonWhisper (Necromancer, He/Him)

Late 20's. Lineage from Avalon, Hails from Wizard City. Has a younger sister named Euridyce. A happy-go-lucky man, he's ready to help others however he can. Secondary school: Ice

Hugo Prince (Theurgist, He/They)

Mid-20's. Hails from Marleybone. A being of respectable blood. He seems a little uptight, but means well. Always looks after the well-being of others. Secondary school: Myth

there's all my oc's for w101! ^o^ i've never liked the idea of Just You being the savior of the spiral, so i was like "one from each school to suffer all together. yep."

yes scarlet is my wizardsona! :3 and autumn is my mom's wizard. ^w^ the rest are from my silly little brain. they've been in my brain for a good few years, now, and ive Just now finalized their designs and put this all down lol. shame on me, i know. >o>

anyways, those are my sillies. :3 lalalalalaaaaaa

[queen-in-the-shadows]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers :) 🐰

I wont lie, theres a bit of a trigger warning for #2 because of depression/suicide/suicidal ideation, so while im answering please dont read if it will upset you. Although its definitely in a good light imo. So Ive gotten 3 of these, and wow okay this was unexpected tbh. I don’t normally get asks so even this made me feel giddy.

As for answers

1) Meeting/seeing Ivry and other friends offline (i had the best time with her and honestly I dont have many offline friends so it was really nice 🥰) @channieandhisgoonsquad

2) Stray Kids and BTS. kind of predictable of me in my opinion, but they helped me through the isolation of the pandemic, and time where I really did feel like I had no control over anything and was very depressed and even suicidal. Finding Kpop in general was nice, but finding these groups definitely saved my life by the end.

3) Teaching. I’m going for my Bachelor degree in both Special and Elementary education, a dual license, along with my Teaching English as a Second Language (TEFL/TESOL) certificate. I am so excited to share a hyper-fixation of mine with people (the English Language)

4) Art. I love making art, and I love seeing art, even if I dont have very deep thoughts on it. I love reading art even if I am at a loss for words as to what to say. (typically why most of my own reblogs have emojis or something; i want to share how i feel but my brain has no words that dont seem repetitive)

5) Myself :)

I say myself because Im making myself so proud, and have literally been adamant for almost 3 years now that I plan on teaching overseas and Im slowly getting there, even if majority of my family hates the idea. I make myself happy because Im sticking to it and thats all i can ask of myself.

[crackedpumpkin]

“Chicken and croffles” I had flashbacks at that man. There’s this person I watch and they were telling their story of trying to rizz someone through food, and by rizz I mean they tried to impress an attractive waiter, but fumbled a bit and ordered chicken and waffles. He got so nervous they ordered the first thing he saw, which was chicken and waffles. How attractive was this waiter? So attractive that his friends literally had to warn them and also tried to clean him up a bit to look more presentable LMAO

Really liked this chapter!!! Love the sceneries and how Miles and “Ray Paynt” interacted!!!! Something about how you write feels real, like even in the little things with Miles’ “It’s a choice.” And when dragging him along to the cafe at an unexpected notice. Stop writing food so deliciously it’s nearly 8am for me and I’m wanting some nice fruit-ade or something!!! 😭/pos

From one Michael to another, MICHAEL STAHP WITH THE TOUCHING YOU’RE GONNA GET YOUR WILLYIAM CHOPPED OFF FR

omfg i felt that fr im not even kidding. what i would give to be on the receiving end of that starstruckness.... okay in all honesty I'd probably be that very dude dropping my utensils.

WAIT OKAY STORY TIME BECAUSE IVE GOT ONE OF MY OWN:

So i recently went to korea in june and i went with 2 other friends who went to queue up at the NIKE store in the morning for their customization stuff right? So I wake up later and i go grab a coffee first at this store my friend recommended because it's cheap + rly good.

As such, I casually stroll along the street with my earbuds in bc im cool and swag and feeling myself right? I finally find this coffee shop and step up to the counter to order, except what do i see?

A GORGEOUS, STUNNING GIRL MANNING THE CASHIER.

At this point i am in full blown panic. I have never met anyone so pretty in my life. Her hair was silky smooth and dyed a light platinum-ish shade, and her makeup was flawless. her skin? dewy like a morning glory in bloom. Her entire figure and being? goddesslike.

at this point i am sweating buckets just from the thought of talking to her. but it's fine, right? its just a cup of coffee. i can do this.

i then proceed to ABSOLUTELY FUMBLE MY WORDS.

I just wanted this pretty drink called a franobe guys. thats all i wanted. but i got so shy and she couldnt hear me saying franobe so she kept going 'ah, latte?' and guys. i almost died on the spot.

I repeated it like 2x before she got what i was trying to say. Quick PSA that i am not fluent in korean at all, and understand more than i can speak. she asks me something in korean and i just go 'ne?' with wideass eyes like id just seen my newborn child or some shit.

anyway i finally manage to pay and get my drink and i walk away with my head practically in my hands. up till this day i am paranoid she thinks im an idiot. this is my chicken and croffles story for all you guys out there.

also im straight but this is one of the rare exceptions i lost my composure fr. what can i say? im w e ak.

im really glad you liked this chapter !! if it's one trait i could've given my characters or reader oc its the endless funds to go cafe hopping. cafe hopping is so, so fun, but so, so expensive like goddamn let me live my main character life in peace fr....

it's euphoric to hear that you liked the little moments !! i enjoyed thinking through those and just going like ah yes, he would say this! i really love writing or thinking about the small moments that lead up to the big picture. (also @buthowboutno-spamming gave me such great advice regarding this, and i wouldnt have been able to flesh out my fic and vision if not for his advice)

michael deserves to get his dick chopped off fr. but it's okay!! I plan for all my characters to go through developmental arcs lmfao, ive gotten too attached to the two idiots to let go of their potential now :)

Go get some fruit-ade or make some yourself bro it's super easy super good. lmk if you want a recipe and im more than happy to provide~

[ijustloveharry]

REGULAR REBOUNDS / 2.1k words / fluff

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"You're breaking up with me?" I asked, eyes wide.

Carlos and I had only been together for a couple months, so this was nothing too heartbreaking, but it was definitely unexpected.

"Yeah I just don't feel like we are really clicking, you know?"

No, I don't know.

"Sure. See you around" I rolled my eyes, exiting his car. Who takes a girl on a date and breaks up with her when dropping her off?

I pulled my phone out, scrolling to a contact that hasn't been clicked in awhile.

"Hey" he answered on the first ring

"Hey, you busy?"

"Nope. You and Carl broke up?"

"Carlos - yeah. Ugh, I'll explain more when I get there. You aren't seeing anyone?"

"Nah. Figured it was only time til this ended and I didn't want to leave you hanging." He mocked

"Whatever. I'll be there in 5".

I hung up and drove the couple blocks to Harry's apartment.

Harry was not boyfriend material. The first time we slept together was at a party in my first year, and he made it very clear that he did not date and that wouldn't change. Luckily, I told him I had no interest in dating him either.

Alas, a beautiful friendship was formed. A very hot, sexual friendship, but a friendship nonetheless.

I sent Harry a quick 'here' text before heading up the steps to his house.

"Hey." Harry winked as I sat down on the couch next to him.

"Hey Y/N, sorry to hear about you and Carlos." Niall smiled from the other sofa.

I shrugged, taking Harry's beer from his hand and finishing it off.

"Wasn't that serious anyway" I replied.

"At least you'll be around more" Niall smirked knowingly

"For now" I said, caving from Harry's pout and getting us each a beer from the fridge.

"Liz and Marty are gonna be over in a bit, and I think Ryder was also gonna stop by."

"Itll be nice to see them all." I smiled, handing Harry his beer.

"Yeah well, ya disappear every time you get a boyfriend"

"Conflict of interest to hang with my fuckbuddy and his friends when I start seeing someone. I'd love to stay friends, but I think Harry gets custody of you guys whenever we have to separate."

Niall laughed, feeling his pockets. "Ah, fuck. I'll be back."

He left the room, leaving Harry and I alone in the living room.

"Hi-" I was interrupted by Harry pressing his lips to mine, hand snaking onto my waist.

My eyes fluttered shut as he deepens the kiss, taking my beer bottle and placing it to the side. His hand found my bum and he pulled me into his lap, hands reaching into my hair.

"Whoa, get a room. I was gone for two bloody minutes!" Niall laughed, waving a joint.

I turned from straddling Harry's lap to sitting with my legs draped across, accepting the joint from Niall.

"Thought you didn't smoke?" Harry raised his eyebrows

"Carlos got me into it, surprisingly." I smiled, holding it out for him.

Harry leaned in, taking a hit from my fingers instead of grabbing it himself.

"I'll have to thank him for showing you how to have a little fun"

"Thank him for wasting my time" I mumbled, taking another hit before passing it back to Niall.

"Is that Y/N?"

Ryder's voice could be heard from the living room.

"Hey Ry" I smiled, standing to give him a hug "how have you been?"

"Not bad. I'm happy you're back with Harry! I've missed you."

"We're not together" Harry clarified, pulling me back down onto his lap. "Just fucking"

"Oh whatever. It's quite confusing from an outside view, yeah?"

"Marty and Liz are coming too, grab a beer and siddown bud" Niall said, pulling Ryder onto the couch next to him

"What about Carter?" I asked, noticing someone was missing

"He moved to LA" Harry mumbled "that's why Niall and I are roomies now"

"Whoa. Ive missed a lot." I laughed "Harry will have to fill me in later"

"We will be very busy later" Harry whispered, nipping at my ear

"Oi! I know you lot have been apart for however long but I don't need to keep seeing it" Niall said

"Sorry mate, but if you don't stay elsewhere tonight you're gonna have to hear it too"

"Harry!" I slapped his arm, chuckling at his warning

"You can stay with me" Ryder offered, feigning disgust

"We were gonna go to that karaoke pub off campus later if you wanna come with." Harry said, rubbing my leg

"Sure." I smiled, finishing the last of my beer. "What time were you guys thinking?"

"Whenever Marty gets here, I guess" Niall answered, passing the joint around again

"What's that?" Marty asked, poking his head in the room "I heard my name"

"Y/N!" Liz said, rushing over to give me a hug. "It's been forever"

"Yeah sorry I haven't been around much"

"Are you coming out with us?" Marty asked, hanging his coat

"She is, and we are leaving right now so you should probably put that back on" Harry said, standing to give Liz a hug.

"We have so much catching up to do" Liz said, taking my hand and leading me to walk with her.

"Ask away" I laughed, Liz and I leading the way to the bar.

"What happened with Carlos?"

"He took me on a super romantic date and then told me we 'didn't click' while dropping me off"

"Ouch"

"I mean yeah, getting dumped doesn't feel great" I shrugged "but we weren't together for that long."

"3 months is a decent amount of time" Liz reasoned "it's okay to be bummed"

I shrugged, not sure what to respond.

"Maybe now you and Harry can declare your love for one another" Liz wiggled her eyebrows and lit up a joint

I rolled my eyes, grabbing the joint from her hand "No"

"I didn't know you smoked"

"I'm a changed girl" I grinned

"Changed enough to commit to Harry?"

"Shut up" I laughed, nudging her off the sidewalk "We're just friends"

"Friends who have super passionate sex"

"What makes you qualified to define our sex as passionate?" I raised my eyebrows

Liz shrugs "lucky guess"

"What about you and Marty?"

"What about us?"

"I dunno. How are things?" I asked

"Complicated." Liz answered honestly

"Good complicated or bad complicated?"

"Complicated complicated"

I rolled my eyes and glanced back at the boys, seeing them yards behind us.

"I can't wait to do some shots and sing some karaoke" Liz cheered

"It's been so long since I've been" I smiled, seeing the bar up ahead

"Oh I guess hey? Well, if you're lucky I'll sing a duet with you"

"How romantic"

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"Two shots of tequila please" I ordered, grinning at Harry

"Ugh, tequila is disgusting"

"I drink to get wasted, not to enjoy the taste" I rolled my eyes, downing both shots

"Hey!"

"You complained, so you didn't get one" I shrugged, walking away from the bar and leaving him to pay

"Y/N! You should sing" Niall called from a little further ahead

"Im definitely not drunk enough yet" I laughed, pointing at the stage "You should go up there"

"Tell ya what, let's go do some shots and sing something together"

"Done deal" I grinned, heading back in the direction I came

"I'll never be able to convince Harry to sing, so at least someone wants to do it with me"

"Actually, he went up a couple weeks ago" Niall said, ordering a round of shots

I raised my eyebrows, glancing around for his curly hair

"Here you go" Niall handed me 3 shot glasses

"Cheers" I squinted, examining the clear liquid

"It's revolting. Get it over with as fast as possible"

I shot back all three, gagging on the last one.

"There you are" Harry said, finding his way to us "You owe me $14"

"You owe me an explanation" I replied, crossing my arms

"I'm gonna go pick a song" I gave Niall a thumbs up as he walked back to the stage

"What's up?" Harry asked, hand finding my waist

"I hear you sung some karaoke when I wasn't even here" I fake pouted "I think this hurts even more than my breakup 3 hours ago"

"Sorry about the breakup" Harry winced "and the karaoke was a huge mistake and never going to happen again"

"Nuh-uh. I can't believe you'd finally do it when I wasn't here!"

"I was trying to impress a girl" Harry mumbled "and it didn't even work. Please drop it"

I raised my eyebrows "So you're not trying to impress me?"

"I don't need to impress you, I can be myself around you. Plus, you'll sleep with me regardless"

"Why do you have to be an asshole when you're being endearing?"

"Just being myself" He grinned, slapping my ass as I left to go sing karaoke

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"You were really hot up on stage" Harry mumbled holding my hand as we walked back to his and Niall's house.

"Thanks" I laughed, lighting the joint Niall handed me on our way out of the bar

"I cant believe your BOYFRIEND convinced you to get stoned and I couldn't" Harry pouted, puffing the joint

"Ex-boyfriend, and I couldn't get you to do karaoke so I think we're even." I giggled.

The shots we took post-karaoke were still very much affecting Harry and I both, easily noticed by the way we were zigzagging around the sidewalk.

"Can you believe I let the girl PICK the song and she still didn't leave with me" Harry grumbled "fuckin tease"

"I'd never do that to you" I pouted, stopping to steady myself on his arm. "I feel a little silly"

"You are silly" Harry chuckled, "come on."

Harry squatted down so I could hop on his back

"Weeeee!"

"Oi! Stop kicking your legs or you're gonna knock us both over"

"Sorry" I giggled, holding the joint to his mouth

"So you wanna talk about Carlos?"

"What about him?"

"Are you actually okay? I know that rebounding is kind of our thing, but it happened today so it's okay if you just wanna talk about it"

I hiccuped, trying really hard to focus on his words. Harry must be much less drunk than me to coherently say all those words.

"We were together for like one second and we didn't even sleep together" I confessed, likely due to the liquor

"What?" Harry stopped, turning his head to look at me. "No wonder he broke up with you. How come?"

I shrugged, taking a puff of the joint "might be the liquor talking, but it's never as good as it is with you"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I was honestly pretty relieved when he broke up with me. I wasn't expecting it, and I didn't plan to break up with him, but I dunno. I was excited when I realized that meant I got to call you and finally get laid"

"Can I tell you a secret? And this might also be the liquor talking."

"Wha?"

"I called the last girl I hooked up with Y/N. While I was cumming. Yikes"

"Whoa, what?" I said, blaming the butterflies on the alcohol

"Yeah, I was even hanging out with her for awhile and thought it might go somewhere. Then when we finally slept together, I couldn't stop thinking about you the whole time"

Harry stopped, letting go of my legs so they hit the ground. I moaned in protest, leaning on his arm

"I think I'm too drunk to have sex" Harry mumbled

"That's too bad, I was really banking on you doing most of the work"

Harry laughed, finishing off the joint and tossing it in a nearby garbage

"I hate to be like, needy, but can we just go lay in bed and cuddle?" Harry asked sheepishly

"Yes please. This weed is making me extra relaxed"

The rest of the walk to Harry's was short and uneventful. He offered me his jacket and then hung it up when we got inside.

"Hey Y/N?"

"Hm?" I asked, cuddling into him further. The feeling of his body heat and the duvet were consuming in my current state.

"Don't go away this time, yeah?"

"I'm not going anywhere, H. This bed is so comfortable"

"No" he chuckled, pressing a kiss to my forehead "let's just see where this can go"

I sat up, eyeing him curiously

"Harry Edward Styles, are you asking me to be your girlfriend?*

"I hate labels, and I definitely wouldn't want to ask you when I'm this drunk. But you're one of my favourite people, yeah? So... Just stick around for a bit"

"Plus - the killer sex" I mumbled, nuzzling back into his chest

"Plus the killer sex" Harry agreed

[pinkt3aa]

date day

bruce wayne x fem! reader ♡

contains-angst if you squint, 881 words

“M’lady I’m glad to see your planning out things for you and master Bruce to do for a date, but when is Master Bruce going to find the time to do these things exactly?” Alfred asked fixing up some tea for you in the kitchen

Letting your head fall on the table you let out an exasperated sigh, “you’re right Alfred just we haven’t been on a date in weeks it’s driving me insane”

“Very true” he spoke placing the tea beside you, “you two must have a talk about this. Ive raised Bruce since he was a little boy but he should at least have some common courtesy”

“You know Alfred you’re one of my best friends” you chuckled

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Later into the day your mind thought of all the ways you should approach Bruce. Should you be rude about it? No, or maybe you should be understanding about it. After all he was the one saving the city at night.

As the bed dipped with your tired boyfriend, you were awake. Still with your eyes closed you pretended to be asleep as he pecked your forehead with a kiss of affection. Wrapping his arm around your waist he grumbled a ‘goodnight’ closing his eyes.

“When are we going to go on a date?”

Opening his eyes he raised his eyebrow at the random question.

“The last time we went on a date was a month and a half ago Bruce”

“tell me when and we’ll go on another” he spoke wanting to close his eyes so badly but fighting off his sleep to hear what you have to say

“Than let’s go on one today! Or tomorrow how ever you take it since it’s 5 in the morning” a smile gracing your lips at the good news

“I have work” and your smile was gone.

“Can’t the city stay one night without Batman? If anything you have locals saying on the news that the poor guy needs a break” you huffed turning away from him and shut your eyes

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Propping yourself out of bed you put your slippers on and went downstairs, ready to tell Alfred all about it. It being the afternoon since you were never an early riser the smell of lunch followed you on the way to the dining room.

This time walking to the table an unexpected person sat in one of the seats with their head faced in front and away from you. With hair you could only match with Bruce.

Coming up behind him you put your hands over his eyes in a playful manner, “guess who?”

“Y/N”

“Correct ding ding ding!” removing your hands off his eyes and kissing his cheek and than sitting in the chair beside him.

“I never see you in the morning so I’m guessing your giving being the Batman a rest for today” you smiled.

“Yup” he said smiling just a little to see you happy to be spending time with him.

“You here that Alfred! I got myself a date today!!”

After lunch you wasted no time putting on your best outfit and ushering you both out the house. The first place on your bucket list was a cafe. No normal cafe though. A batman themed cafe!

Which shocked you the first time you heard about it. Who would make a whole cafe based on a hero? But after taking a look of the picture reviews of the place you just had to try it with Bruce.

The second you arrived at the cafe Bruce chuckled at the blown up character float of his second disguise outside the place. Hooking your arm in his you smiled at him as you both entered the small cafe.

“Hello! Just two for today?” The teenage behind the front desk asked picking up to menus as you nodded

Following her to a booth your smile grew seeing the pillows had a Batman covering on them. “Okay I’ll be back in a little bit to give you guys to time to look over the menu” she said before ushering off to the front desk

“A Batman cafe?”

“Yup! Now let’s look at the menu” picking it up to scan your eyes over it

“Bat boy latte art?” Bruce questioned seeming rather interested in the drink

“That seems tasty I’m probably to get the Batman bum scrum made with Batman booty kicker it says here” you giggled pointing at the menu

The restaurants names for certain drinks or food made you giggle while there. Even making Bruce have a small smile at the ridiculous names. No doubt though the food was enjoyable.

“Before you guys go could I please get a picture with the both of you” your waiter asked nervously holding up her phone

Nodding you stood closer to Bruce to make room for her as she held up her phone in a selfie position. While she counted down from three you stuck up two fingers behind Bruce’s head like bunny ears and smiled. The young girl was quick to thank you smiling giddily.

Walking to his car hand in hand you paused making him look toward you confused. Smiling at him you pulled him in for a loving kiss, “I’m glad you took off work today”

[unoriginalmess]

A Second Mask: Chapter 4

Did that just happen?

Hello guys! It's me. I'm finally writing again. Sorry about the delay. I'm going to explain more at the end of the chapter, but I'm just going to keep the beginning short. So here is chapter 4:

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To say Adrien was concerned would be a huge understatement. He was downright disturbed. Its been weeks and still Marinette hadn't changed back to the happy, peppy, nice girl that he knew. AND SHE WOULDN'T EVEN TALK TO HIM ABOUT IT!

He tried to talk to her for a whole week after her original trasformation, but after the repeated firm rejections, he stopped altogether. He figured that maybe with some space, she might be able to work through whatever she was going through, but at this point, he's losing hope.

When he is feeling this distressed about something, he usually turns to his lady, but she has been acting weird too. Ever since she suggested they start sparring, she's started to show that she is going through kinda a rough time as well. She is the same ladybug when everyone is watching, but when it's just the two of them, she looks sad and tired. She has also started saying some concerning things while they are sparring. She has started talking about how she has started taking being Ladybug and the Guardian more seriously, and how she has less distractions now, which would be a good thing if she didn't say them so sadly.

The good thing is, the sparring has given him a chance to get out his aggression because of the whole Marinette-situation and his anger at his father in a safe environment. He didn't like the idea of hitting Ladybug at first (especially in the face) but with her not holding back on her hits, he felt more comfortable doing the same. It has helped them fight better too. He hopes that whatever Ladybug is going through in her civillian life will work itself out soon, but until then he will be there for her. He just needs to figure out how to be there for Marinette.

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Felix was making good progress with Marinette. After they first asked marinette about (insert fashion question of your choice here, I legit know nothing and I didn't have time to research anything for this chapter), she had started answering their questions on a daily basis. After a couple of days of that, she had started to rant to them about different things in the fashion world that were bothering her, exciting her, or confusing her that particular day. In response to that, they had started to respond to her rants with their own opinions on the subjects and even start their own rants.

It had gotten to the point where Felix would now consider them to be friends, though they know that Marinette would never call them as such, it was fine with them. They know she has trust issues, and they can understand why, so they are fine with being friends in everything but a name.

Felix was looking forward to their daily banter as they waited in their seat for Marinette to arrive. When she did, she was followed by a very pissed-looking Alya. Felix turned to look at her and noticed that she had what looked to be tears forming in her eyes. What they didn't notice was the little black butterfly that had entered through the window in the back of the room, and was making a beeline towards her.

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Marinette walked to school in yet another one of her newest fashion creations: a pair of oversized grey ripped jeans and a navy blue sweatshirt. She was actually really liking her new look, and the comfort that it offered was just an added plus.

She was actually feeling excited to talk to Felix about Gabriel Agreste's newest fashion flop. They were the only person that she had met that actually cared about fashion as much as her. It made her happy to talk to them. It kind of scared her how excited she was. Shouldn't she be distancing herself from everyone? she thought to herself. No. Felix isn't my friend, they aren't close to me, they are just someone I talk fashion with. Like a coworker, yeah. Totally. Felix is just a coworker. ("Liar" says the inner voice in her head)

She was shocked out of her thoughts when she was pulled to the side by someone as she entered the courtyard. Her mind immediately thought of an akuma, when the person spoke.

"Marinette! Girl," Oh it's just Alya. Wait Alya? "How long are you gonna keep up this cry for attention? Are you really THAT jealous of Lila? I know that Adrien likes her, but that doesn't give you the right to act like this! And you are hanging out with Felix, who accused her of sexually harrassing Adrien on their first day here-?" She looked absolutely furious at her, but Marinette had heard enough. She cut Alya off in the middle of her presumably long rant.

"ALYA!" Said girl jumped at both the inturruption and the tone of voice used, "First of all, this isn't a cry for attention, if anything its a cry for leaving me the fuck alone. Second of all, I'm not jealous of Lila. I'm not in love with Adrien anymore, and haven't been for a while. You knew that I was dating Luka right? Why would I care who Adrien likes? Lastly, I am allowed to hang out with whoever I choose, whether you like them or not. It's none of your fucking business Alya, and if you think that I'm just some jealous, attention-seeker why do you even care?" With that last question she stormed off to the classroom, leaving a speechless Alya behind her.

When marinette sat down in her seat, she just kept thinking about how Alya was just talking to her. How could she think that about her? They used to be best friends, and Alya wasn't even concerned about her not talking to her anymore, she was just concerned about her being "jealous of Lila". It made her so furious that she could feel tears trickling down her face. She sees the black butterfly out of the corner of her eye and without hesitation grabs it out of the air.

(Next part is taken from this post by @bigfatbreak)

"Go ahead and akumatize me- See what happens, Hawkmoth!" She screamed the words with a slight madness that the energy of the akuma was giving her, "Every leash has two ends! I just have to pull until I find where you're holding it!"

At this point, the entire class was frozen in place watching her and listening to her crazed-sounding voice threaten an actual terrorist. Marinette felt Hawkmoth's confusion and terror through the bond. What in the- She's sensing me through the Akuma?! The akuma then started to fly away, and when it couldn't it zapped her hand like it was made of lightning and fluttered through the same window it came from. Marinette felt like she had failed yet again and collapsed down on her desk, muttering, "Uuuuggghh. It escaped anyway... What a waste. I didn't realize that Hawkmoth was such a coward. He usually likes grandstand..."

She was startled when her hand was picked up by Felix's, "You likely scared him off by managing to locate him like that... A risky move, I should mention. I would ask that you not attempt that a second time. No one knows what his akuma is truly capable of. You'll want to keep off of this hand for a while, too."

"Oh, are those the doctor's orders? Why, Felix, it almost sounds like you care about meeee." Marinette was all too amused by Felix's concern for her. She also liked to tease them... AS COWORKERS DO.

"I have an investment in your presence. Now don't be cheeky and let's get you to the nurse's office," They said while holding her wrist and gently pulling her in that direction.

Marinette scoffed, "'An investment in my presence'??"

Felix chuckled while still semi-dragging her by the wrist towards the front of the room, being careful not to hurt her injury even worse, "What did I just say about being cheeky?"

On their way out of the door they passed a VERY distressed-looking Adrien. He seemed to be sharing the sentiment with the entire class of: Did that just happen?

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And thats chapter 4. It is VERY LATE! I know. I've been swamped with work, and when I went to write it, I had zero ideas on how to write this chapter. I never ended up getting those ideas. I just went where my writing took me, so if it doesn't really match the characters that's why. I will try to be better at updating regularly, but it probably won't happen. Sorry to everyone with a normal sleep schedule, but this is the time that I write things. Also I didn't have my outline with me while writing this chapter, so it might not have everything I planned to write in it.

I would like to thank you all for all of the support I've been getting on this fic. Despite all of the chapter delays, you guys have stuck with me through all of it, so thank each and every one of you. I love seeing so many people loving this au as much as I do. Without you guys this story wouldn't exist, and I would've stopped writing it after the first chapter.

As always, constructive criticism is always accepted. I love being able to improve my writing whenever possible.

Thank you for reading. Have a nice day/night/whenever you are reading this. See ya next time guys, gals, and non-binary pals.

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[lovebombsafterthewar]

i finished season 5 of bojack horseman and i have a lot of thoughts. i've been working on writing this since the 6th of feb and i've finally figured out a way to put my feeling into words.

the season was amazing, i still loved season 3 the most (biased because of sarah lynn) but this season and season 4 are tied from second place. the way the characters flesh out this season is amazing and i really resonated with a lot of these episodes. spoilers after the cut:

to begin, i loved how they separated diane from bojack and mr peanutbutter (finally) and the way they did it was great too. her finally becoming her own person is a great story arc and despite not being the most shown this season she did a great job of blossoming as her own person this season. and when she talked about how wearing Vietnamese clothing made her feel like a tourist, i felt. no one talks about feeling cut off from your own heritage and how depressing it can be.

but something i didnt like about diane was how insensitive she was in the episode when she wrote the penny incident into the script for bojack. shes generally a morally 'good' character but she had no remorse when she wrote that whole thing into a script of a show that hundreds of thousands of people watched. she didnt care that she was profitting (in a petty way and literal way) off someone elses trauma.

this wouldnt have been a huge deal to me if it were, say, pc (since we know that she places her job and profits above her morals in certain situations) or ana (who we know doesnt care about this stuff), but it was really unexpected of diane. it really showed that diane needs to seperate from bojack since hes began to rub off on her. id hate to see this episodes writing bite penny in the ass later as weve already seen that she wants nothing to do with bojack anymore.

and again, diane going off at bojack at the premiere is another example of diane trying to be morally correct but doing it in way which i dont agree with. with the script, it was bad for penny. but in this shes just not being smart. bojack is stuck up and narcissistic and wouldnt agree or listen to someone berrating him for his actions. that being said, diane was so so right in everything she said to him.

i also loved how princess carolyn’s story arc has finally been fulfilled and now she has her own kid now. the way they fleshed out her character this season was amazing and im so excited to see her tackle parenthood and balancing her job with it in season 6.

as always, i loved todd this season. him coming to terms with his asexuality made me so happy. i loved the episode when him and yolanda are trying to hide their asexuality from her family it was absolutely hilarious. todds sex robot which he made in hopes of keeping a relationship with emily was also so so funny and i loved it. they left off his character very vaguely this season and i hope its beause they have good ideas for his character next season. especially as weve seen his potential from becoming president of ad sales for whattimeisitrightnow.com.

the bojack the feminist episode, first off: the parallel between "dont choke women" and what bojack did a few episodes later. no words. this episode was super super real in terms of everyone listening to the feminism bojack spews only because hes a man. i especially loved the ending monologue bojack gave about philbert, it was like the writers of the show were directly talking to the audience to not idolize bojack and his behaviour. all in all, out of all of the 'feminist/problematic in the media' style episodes which are there once a season, this is my fave so far.

'free churro' is easily one of the best episodes of television ive ever seen. i cant really relate to it (which im so so grateful for) but it gave me a form of insight to the kind of relationships my friends have with their parents, and now i can better comfort them. but what really sucked was that, because it was the wrong funeral, any form of character development that bojack made there is as good as nothing since no one from his life was there to see him breaking down about his mother. will arnetts delivery for this entire episode was brilliant.

mr peanut butters boos is my personal favorite episode of the season and maybe of the show. it was delivered in a very creative manner and i loved watching the parallels between all of pb's 'boos'. pb isnt an amazing character and by the end of this episode he was forced to face the reality of his failing relationships. i relate to this episode in a certain way. i dont want to grow up and face the reality of losing my loved ones, but its something i cant stop by just pretending to be young and stupid.

man i love hollyhock, but watching bojacks only day with her (the only person he has a healthy relationship with) be about chasing down more drugs for him was heartbreaking. the episode entirely was really really sad and hollyhock saying she loves bojack and him not reciprocating was the icing on a depression cake.

time for the penultimate episode, this was so so effectively confusing. the switching between philbert and real life was eerie and really smart. him choking gina was really difficult to watch and makes every form of character growth he was getting seem like small potatoes. im so glad the episode ends with bojack getting real help and i hope he gets better in season 6. the tunnel ending made my breath hitch cuz of the comparison of diane to princess diana earlier in the season. and we all know what happened when princess diana went into a tunnel.

im gonna start season 6 now, wish me luck.

[the-last-kenobi]

Most of your fics absolutely destroyed me emotionally so, on my own risk, may I request #13 “You shouldn’t be this easy to carry" with Qui-Gon and padawan Obi-Wan? Thank you!

Ohhh I’m happy to write this one! Thank you! (Always pleased to hear I’ve emotionally wrecked innocent people lol)

From this various prompts list.

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Qui-Gon descended the ramp of his ship with something less than his usual grace, his expression was rather sour. Other than that, he looked his usual self, untidy but comfortable and serene.

He waved to the attendant heading towards the ship, and bowed to a small mechanic droid that squeaked with excitement, ran in circles around him, and then darted off after the attendant.

Qui-Gon chuckled. He paused to take a deep breath, tasting the metallic scent of Coruscant on the air, but also the warm and familiar notes of the Temple, of home. It was good to be back. Tedious diplomatic assignments that ran well overtime were nothing worth dwelling on, especially when it was done alone.

“Master Jinn!” a warm voice called.

He turned his head and saw Shaak Ti walking towards him, a smile on her lovely face with its striking colors.

“Knight Ti,” he greeted her. “How are you?”

“I’m well,” she answered. “I’m just about to depart to Alderaan; it’s a royal wedding and I’m the token Jedi invitee,” she informed him, but there was no offense in her voice. Alderaan was well known to be genuinely welcoming, and had been more than courteous in their dealings with the Order for centuries on end.

“Enjoy it,” Qui-Gon advised her. “Weddings are rarely something you’d like to miss.”

“I will,” she promised. “Oh, is your Padawan around? I was hoping to catch him when he returned, he forgot to sign off on his departure notice and was scheduled for three shifts in the crèche, which he obviously missed.”

Qui-Gon’s head tilted to one side, and he frowned.

It was obvious that Shaak Ti believed that Obi-Wan had accompanied him on his mission, which had in fact been a solo assignment. The twenty-one-year-old Padawan had remained behind for class rotations.

And Obi-Wan had never missed... well, anything. He was notoriously early for everything, beyond punctual. It was almost annoying.

Perhaps he’d finally slipped into a belated teenage fit of laziness, or he’d fallen so behind on class work that he’d forgotten about the crèche. Both would be extremely out of character, but one instance of this in nearly nine years of training could perhaps be excused.

Shaak Ti was waiting for an answer.

“I’ll talk to him,” he promised, revealing nothing. “Thank you for letting me know. I had no idea.”

She waved it off. “These things happen. You have a good student on your hands; he’s easily forgiven.”

Qui-Gon smiled.

~

The door to their quarters opened for him with a casual wave of the hand. Jedi did not lock their doors often; privacy was an understood thing, something not casually breached. No Jedi would enter another’s rooms without first asking permission.

He wasn’t sure what he expected.

Obi-Wan in the common area, reading.

Or Obi-Wan out and about, somewhere off with some of his more trouble making friends. (Quinlan Vos.)

He was not expecting to find Obi-Wan huddled in the corner of their kitchenette, half-hidden in his cloak, knees drawn up under his chin, crying.

Obi-Wan saw him enter and flinched away, shuddering.

Qui-Gon stared.

The entire scene was so unexpected, so wrong, that for a full five seconds he simply stood there, unable to process it. Obi-Wan had buried his face in his knees and was attempting to stifle his tears, seemingly by holding his breath, which was only making him shake harder.

Qui-Gon jolted out of his paralysis and stepped nearer, dropping onto one knee, sensing that looming over his Padawan was not going to help.

“Padawan?” he asked cautiously.

Obi-Wan looked up reluctantly. His face was a sickly grey; his cheeks were bright red and his blue eyes were feverish. They darted around, seeming to fix on nothing.

“Obi-Wan,” the Master tried again, warily reaching out a hand and resting it on top of one of Obi-Wan’s, clenched around his knee.

Obi-Wan took a rattling breath, more tears spilling down his cheeks. “...What... day is it...?” he gasped.

Qui-Gon’s chest tightened with something close to terror. What in all the galaxy was going on here?

“It’s the 29th,” he said gently. “Taungsday. I returned a day late from my solo mission. Do you remember that?”

Obi-Wan’s tears had increased throughout the brief speech. “Y-yes.”

“All right,” said Qui-Gon, struggling to remain as calm and patient as possible. “All right. Can you tell me what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Obi-Wan shook his head, his expression crumbling. Suddenly he very much resembled the boy Qui-Gon had met on Bandomeer, uncertain and frightened, although even then he had not cried. This was different.

“Are you sure?” Qui-Gon pressed.

Obi-Wan nodded, strangling a loud sob by clapping one hand over his mouth. He said something, but of course it was impossible to understand behind his clamped fingers.

“What?” asked his Master.

“...so...stupid,” Obi-Wan burst out angrily through his tears. “I just... don’t feel well.”

“Don’t feel well?” Qui-Gon stared at his apprentice in confusion. “You’re sick? Obi-Wan, why didn’t you just go to the Halls?”

Obi-Wan shuddered. More tears slid down over his flushed cheeks. “I...I...I fell,” he said, sounding deeply uncertain. “I was working, and it was late, and I fell. I think I fell. I can’t walk. I can barely move. I don’t know how long it’s been—”

Qui-Gon was already moving, alarm ringing in his head like sirens. In two seconds he had Obi-Wan in his arms, cradled like a child, his head resting under Qui-Gon’s chin.

“You shouldn’t be this easy to carry,” he said tensely. “You haven’t had anything to eat or drink since you fell?”

“Some... some water,” Obi-Wan murmured. His skin was blazing hot against Qui-Gon’s, a sick and feverish heat. He had stopped crying — his tears seemed to have stemmed from a combination of confusion and shame, not pain — but he seemed on the verge of passing out. “I... I got some water... don’t remember when...”

“Stay awake,” Qui-Gon ordered. He was striding down the hallways, ignoring the few bystanders who watched them pass with bewilderment and concern. He did send a grateful nod to one young woman who raised her comm in her hand at him, asking a silent question, and at his gesture raised it to her lips and murmured ‘Tell the Healers that Master Jinn is bringing in his Padawan. Have someone ready.’

Obi-Wan murmured something vague.

“Stay awake,” insisted Qui-Gon. “Don’t fall asleep.”

Obi-Wan moaned but nodded, forcing his eyes to stay open. “I...I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize.” The words came out harsh and insincere in Qui-Gon’s urgency, and he realized it, because he dropped a swift kiss to the top of the fevered head in apology. Obi-Wan relaxed ever so slightly.

They arrived in the Halls of Healing and were immediately received by a Healer and his apprentice, who had Obi-Wan safely tucked in a bed and monitored in less than two minutes. Obi-Wan had closed his eyes against the bright light and seemed in danger of falling asleep again.

“Stay awake just a little longer, Padawan Kenobi,” the Healer instructed kindly. “I’m fairly sure of your diagnosis but I have to be more certain before I can administer treatment. Then you can sleep.”

“Yes, Healer,” rasped the young man.

Qui-Gon watched from the wall, his hands tucked deep in his sleeves to hide how they trembled. The shock of the last quarter hour was setting in, and he scrambled to keep his wits about him, worried about what this diagnosis might be. He still remembered Obi-Wan’s confusion about the day, his bewildered tears, and that memory was not going to be going away anytime soon.

He had been far too light in his arms.

Just how long had Obi-Wan been trapped in their rooms, unable to call for help and too confused to figure out a way around that? How long had he gone without eating and sleeping?

He found out.

An hour later, Obi-Wan was fast asleep, hooked up to an IV and blissfully pain-free due to a dose of pills he had managed to swallow. The Healer turned to Qui-Gon with a weary smile.

“You’re all right?” he asked.

“I’m fine. I’ve just returned from a mission, but I wasn’t hurt.”

“That’s good to know. I was asking about shock, however,” the Healer said gently. “I know this can’t have been a pleasant homecoming.”

Qui-Gon’s throat tightened, but he said nothing.

The Healer seemed to understand. “Obi-Wan has contracted a strain of the flu,” he explained, moving past the brief surge of emotion. “As you know, most strains of the flu are easily combated these days and many species have evolved or inoculated to the point where it’s hardly a concern. But sometimes the flu is stronger. In this case, it’s clear that it’s job was made easy. I don’t think Padawan Kenobi was eating or sleeping properly before the sickness began to set in. It would explain the severity of his malnutrition, and his confusion.”

Qui-Gon’s eyes flickered to the bed where Obi-Wan was sleeping, the fever still burning in his cheeks.

“...How long?” he asked.

“A few days at most,” the Healer said. “But I suspect it’s a habit that’s related to stress and overwork. Does Obi-Wan struggle with stress or insomnia?”

The Master hesitated a moment, opening his mouth to deny it, and then stopping to think better of it.

“...Maybe,” he admitted. The hesitation stung. Shouldn’t he know? “He’s very private with his habits when we’re in Temple. He prefers to study alone in his room, and we usually only manage to share one meal a day during his busier semesters, if that.”

The Healer nodded. He didn’t look or sound at all accusatory when he said, “That’s understandable. I’m going to suggest keeping a closer eye on that. Don’t force him out of his comfort zone, at least not right away, but make sure he understands that three square meals — or better yet, a light meal or snack every two or three hours — is expected of him. As is sleep.”

Qui-Gon nodded, his throat tightening again to the point of pain.

“Rest easy, Master Jinn,” said the Healer, briefly laying a supportive hand on the taller Jedi’s shoulder. “He’ll pull through this. The illness, and everything else. I believe it’s nothing more than a bad habit formed from good intentions. There are crueler demons out there.”

“Yes, I know,” said Qui-Gon. And he did know. One didn’t reach Jedi Mastery without learning the galaxy for what it was.

But he didn’t think he would ever quite move past the shock of today, of carrying his adult apprentice in his arms, sick to the point of tears and helplessness, and then discovering that he could possibly have prevented this if he had paid a little more attention to Obi-Wan’s work habits.

Well. They would, as the Healer said, overcome this.

Qui-Gon drew up a chair to the side of the bed, resolving to wait until Obi-Wan woke, and slowly reached out and set his hand next to his Padawan’s. After a moment, Obi-Wan stirred, and even in his sleep he gave a contented sigh and shifted his hand, his fingers searching blindly for his Master’s hand. Qui-Gon took it and held it tightly.

They had overcome so many things in nearly a decade together.

They could handle this.

And besides, Qui-Gon told himself, even after Obi-Wan was Knighted, he would always be here to watch his back.

He would never abandon Obi-Wan.

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[ahqkas]

this is to help me stay organized and for you to check if i accepted your request or just to see my upcoming works ! please, do not steal any ideas

𝜗𝜚 JASON TODD !

jason todd x fem!reader — white mustang — outlaw!jason series

jason todd x fem!reader — zombie apocalypse au

jason todd — hello !! i love your writing so much !! i was wondering if you could write a jason todd oneshot where fem reader is damian’s art teacher at school but she’s around jason’s age and jason has a massive crush on her. he always tries to go to pick damian up just so he can talk to the reader, however he gets really awkward around her due to being inexperienced with girls. i think it would also be funny if damian is close with the reader because she’s his favourite teacher and gets annoyed at jason’s obvious crush and tries to subtly sabotage it. can jason and reader also be like the grumpy x sunshine trope with reader being a very soft spoken and kind person ? also don’t feel pressured to do this request !! :) ( requested !! )

jason todd — hi!! I love your writing sm and had an idea abt us and Jason. Obviously he’s super protective of us, so how would he react when we call him drunk from some club that we were at with our friends to pick us up. Thank you sm!!!! ( requested !! )

biker!jason todd x fem!reader — i would preferably like a scenario when jason comes home from patrol and leaves his helmet on the table but comes out from the shower to find reader trying it on and is just admiring her and it's just fluff overal with a established relationship <33 ( requested !! )

jason todd — hello !! happy (late) new year !! I had an idea for a one shot where jason todd and fem reader have been together for a while and then jason finds out reader has really naturally curly hair but she straightens it for convenience and he is in love with it ? think of like, kalegoras sisters kind of curly, and it’s so fluffy and jason convinces reader to stop straightening it because he’s so obsessed with it ( requested !! )

𝜗𝜚 DICK GRAYSON !

dick grayson — hey so can I have a scenario of Dick grayson having a nice chill pizza date in the park or or a simple bar date at a small homey bar? Just low vibes where they hang out and enjoy each other’s company? ( requested !! )

dick grayson — could you please do one where reader is dating Dick Grayson and even reader is affectionate and quite/too much clingy, she likes to give Dick gifts, small crafts made of clay or plastic or paint that she makes for him even before they started dating. Even given Dick matching keychain she make, or silly hair clips or button bracelets, and when she make in those things litte animals or objects that can be consider boring, she puts goofy faces to make them more funny or silly ( requested !! )

dick grayson — this is a suggestive request, but what about Dickgrayson with a more mellow s/o who people assume couldn’t top him, he’s been dating a while where s/o is sometimes the soft, passionate top. S/o gets really loving and ends up on top of him sometimes? What goes on before it gets to the actual deed? ( requested !! )

dick grayson — Hello would it be possible to do a dick Grayson x reader at the beginning dick use her to make his ex jealous but slowly realizing he feel for her but it was to late maybe he realized it when he broke up with to get back with his ex also after that he’s trying to get her back but it took some time ( requested !! )

dick grayson — My brain has be eating up all this childhood friends (but something happens that separates them) to lovers (meet cute somewhere unexpected) so thats kinda all i have. ive been listening non stop to a dick grayson one but honestly all the batfam with this would be amazing but tbh whatever youre comfortable with ( requested !! )

dick grayson — hey so can I have a scenario where Nightwing discussing with his s/o his frustrations with his dad, how he wants his dad to appreciate him as he is. Doesn’t want to be Batman. Wants to be his own man and stuff. Dick just got back from a mission with Batman in Gotham and this one might of ended up in an argument with them both. And s/o by end of it, picks up his Nightwing suit and touches the blue bird, “I don’t know the whole story so I can’t really comment on it, but I will say that you always look better in blue than black”, this statement is Agreeing with his opinions about wanting to choose his own path, but also throwing a compliment his way to cheer him up a bit? ( requested !! )

𝜗𝜚 BRUCE WAYNE !

bruce wayne x fem!reader — perhaps Bruce had to fake his death but couldn’t tell them until after his mission as Batman to protect them and then he reunites with his spouse (angsty/ends with resolution or comfort)? ( reauested !! )

𝜗𝜚 TIM DRAKE !

tim drake — Hey so can I have a scenario where Tim has a s/o who doesnt have same personality as him, but has similar bad habits as him but they manage it better usually. Like setting alarms when it’s break time and wheeling him away but not being pushy about it cuz they kind of relate. And what’s he do when s/o for once forgot to set it and now it’s his turn to be the mature one in this relationship and s/o’s annoyed with themselves “Oh!! I forgot!!”?

𝜗𝜚 AGED UP!DAMIAN WAYNE ! ( still deciding whether i’m going to write for him )

damian wayne — A possible idea for when/if you do write for Damian. I’ve basically had a cute idea for a while and I think you would do it justice. Reader reveals that they have secretly learning Arabic for Damian and if that doesn’t make Damian’s knees go a little weak, idk what would. ( requested !! )

MISC. !

bw, jt — Of it's not a bother for you can you please write more jealousy headcanons for Jason and Bruce while they are still crushing on reader like you did for Dick? Thanks ❤️ ( requested !! )

bw, dg, jt, td — Hi!!! So, hear me out; the bat-boys + Bruce scenario where they walk in on their s/o (who doesn't know about the Vigilante side of their partner) wearing handmade "merch" of their alter ego? Maybe they painted a hoodie with the boys' symbol because "the official looked ugly." Or they made a small knitted plush of them because "The fan-made ones weren't up to my standards and too expensive."? ( requested !! )

bw, dg, jt, td — hi idk if this was asked before but how would the batboys react to being in a relationship with a reader that's very sweet, gentle and affectionate and she just overall feels deeply when she sees people that she loves hurting that can be either emotionally or physically and she sees her lover hurting and in a way to try to console them (if it's a physical injury, after that being taken care of) she sits by their side and pushes their face into her chest and caresses their head and kisses it to make them feel better ( requested !! )

bw, dg, jt, td — im not sure if requests are open, if they are please ignore this~ but id like to request some angst in which the batboys see their partner passed out on the floor of their shared home when they come home from a mission or something aaaa the panic and frenzy..🥹🥹💥 thank you so much!! have a great week ahead😆🫶🏻 ( requested !! )

bw, dg, jt, td, dw ( ? ) — I just saw this tiktok and was wondering how would the batboys (Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian) react to this, please https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMkNTBbth/ ( requested !! )

bw, dg, jt, td — hi hi! i rlly love the way you write🫶🫶🫶 and i was thinking how would the batboys + bruce tend to their sick s/o 🥹 (i may or may have not a cold and cough rn HAHSHAHAH) thank you for your time and take care!! ( requested !! )

bw, dg, jt, td — re-reading the asks of the s/o & batboys hero merch stuff and I have a different one: s/o finding out that the batboys have merch of their s/o superhero counterpart. ( requested !! )

bw, gd, jt, td — can you do how each batboy would act or feel if their s/o worked at hooters? I feel like Bruce would secretly love that men look at HIS girl and only he gets to see her the way those men wish they could. ( requested !! )

bw, dg, jt, td — Could I request the batboys helping their S/O through finals? whether it’s helping them study or forcing them to have some kind of self care for themselves. ( requested !! )

bw, dg, jt, td — hii!! love your writing!! I was wondering if you could write something with the batboys where their s/o doesn’t know about their secret identity and is super oblivious so they take out the batboys’ suits or something from the closet or a drawer and is like ‘you must be a big fan if you’ve got a replica of a vigilante’s suit or accessory’ ( requested !! )

bw, dg, jt, td — can you do something like when the batboys knew they liked you? ( requested !! )

bw, dg, jt, td — hi!! i just stumbled across your blog recently and consider me hooked, your fics are so *chef's kiss* 🫶 if you have the time, i was just wondering if you could do the batboys with a s/o who's into makeup, and even wants to put makeup on them for funsies? i've seen one too many tiktoks where people put on makeup on their partner and thought it would be a cute ask! :-) ( requested !! )

bw, dg, jt, td — Hey, how are you? Could you write where they have been together for some time and by some accident their future children go to the past? ( requested !! )

bw, dg, jt, td — ok so imagine the batboys attending a wayne gala and bringing a date that the batfam had no idea about, so they’re all shocked and keep making up theories about who she is until the batboys have enough and introduce them or something lol <33 ( requested !! )

bw, dg, jt, td — hey!! I loved your work on my first request so I'm back with another if you're open to it❤️ can you do head canons on how the batboys would treat/react/meet their rodeo gf? I feel like they're all city boys so it would be different for them to be with a deep rooted southern barrel racer. Thank you!!! I love your work so much!! ❤️❤️ ( requested !! )

bw, jt — Hiiiii!!!!!! Love your work!! I was wondering if you could do a lil headcanon post about Bruce and Jay (separately ofc) just loving that they’re bigger than you? Just loving that they’re bigger cause they can pick you up and like protect you? If that makes sense lol, thanks! ( requested !! )

bw, dg, jt — Have you written about the guys reactions to you biting them?! (Bruce, Dick, and Jason) If not could you? Ily ( requested !! )

[blookmallow]

rating spirit halloween’s new animatronics for 2021

or at least what’s showing as New Arrivals on the site for me. looks like we got 15 new arrivals listed here and im HYPE about them so here we go

the caretaker

pretty standard reaper character with a Gravedigger theme to it. hes... fine? nothing about this particularly stands out to me, but i dont dislike it at all. i like his gravestone. would be good for a graveyard set. i guess ill give him... 6.5/10

mr. dark

at first glance he also just looks like a standard reaper character (or voldemort. he definitely looks like voldemort now that i think about it) but it turns out he SPRINGS UP RIDICULOUSLY TALL LIKE A CURSED WACKY INFLATABLE TUBE MAN and the spring motion in the video is actually really fucking fast so, while this isn’t a lot different from other jumpscare animatronics, i gotta give him credit bc i guarantee this would have scared the fuck outta me in person. according to the site he’s almost 9 feet tall at his full height 

i expected him to jump out and scream but i did not expect. That. i feel like if you put him up on a stage or something to make him loom over people even more he’d be very menacing indeed. would also be really good if you put him behind something so you don’t see him until he's suddenly There

i like him, 8/10 springy spook man 

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grave grabber

pretty much just a zombie but he’s cute i like him. i like the green eyes. i dont know what it is about him in motion but the video makes him kind of endearing to me for some reason and i dont know why. 6/10

ophelia

at first for some reason i thought the monster’s name was ophelia but i think that’s supposed to be the name of the victim? i think the idea here is “girl haunted by a Nightmare” but the fact that the monster itself is so small and doesn’t actually have a body for the most part makes this unintentionally hilarious to me 

like. it. it’s so small. it’s just a little shoulder demon. it’s so cute 

psst. hey do we have any more cheetos

anyway i like how the girl’s eyes move back and forth but the sounds she makes are uncomfortable and she just looks so. stiff and solid and there doesn’t seem to be any movement at all other than her eyes and the monster peeking out so it’s just kind of weird to look at. it’s an interesting concept but the execution is just strange and unintentionally hilarious. 7/10 bc i still think its really funny 

someone should buy this and mod it into chrona and ragnarok 

harriet hustle

WE DID IT KIDS WE FINALLY GOT A FEMALE CLOWN ANIMATRONIC im so happy i could cry i wish my store had her set up i want to meet her  

i love how they have her hanging upside down like this, it makes it so much more visually interesting than the figures that just kinda stand there looking spooky, even though she doesn’t really Do much (she just swings and her head moves around a little, just laughs, doesn’t have spoken lines) 

i love her outfit i love her hair shes SO cute i love this little murder gremlin i love her i love her 

im still waiting on spirit to give us a female clown figure that isn’t “creepy little girl” (ive commented before on how their only female figures tend to be either the Old Hag or the Creepy Little Girl and not a lot else) but i absolutely love this all the same 20/10

this one is fun too because we also have: 

henry hustle

according to the description he’s actually harriet’s dad!! we have an evil clown father and daughter duo here and im LIVING for it

i dont think ive ever seen spirit do characters that are related to each other like this that’s so cute,

apparently his wife/harriet’s mother left them and ran off with the ringmaster. he’s a single father clown trying to raise his evil daughter clown and i support him wholeheartedly

there doesn’t seem to be any more animatronics on this storyline, we don’t have the mother here and the only ringmaster animatronic they have is the rotten ringmaster who was released previously, but i doubt he’s the homewrecker ringmaster in question. he Could Be. imagine if your wife left you for That. we dont even know if henry’s wife was also a clown or not. spirit halloween clown lore going on here

anyway i absolutely LOVE this clown, he does something INCREDIBLY STARTLING AND UNEXPECTED which i dont want to spoil for you. go watch his video and see what he does its great 

my absolute favorite type of halloween animatronic is the “does something completely unexpected” category and this one is ALSO a clown and a GOOD clown at that

and he’s got this great vintage clown style i really like, i love scary clowns like this that actually look like they could believably be a real guy and not just some kind of mutant Clown Monster 

and hes got cards!! card suit motif!!! i love it i love him this is a great clown 20/10 for him too

w. raith 

we have this one at my local store and listen to me. im completely obsessed with this ghost

it’s pretty much just a ghost but it’s SUCH A GOOD ghost. especially in this photo here with proper spooky lighting and everything. i would absolutely LOVE to see this in a haunt attraction, it looks SO good even in bright store lighting. i feel like this under the right lights and in the right environment could look SO fuckign cool  

the shredded rag look!!! the ethereal glow!! the weird jellyfishy movement!!! the classic wooOoO oO o o ooo noises!! this may perhaps be the ideal ghost. it is without flaw. a perfect specimen. i fuckign LOVE this ghost i want it so badly but i do not have the space or the money for this thing 15/10 w. raith my beloved. my true love. maybe one day 

buzzsaw

at first i was slightly disappointed to see that this guy didn’t have an actual name, but then in the description apparently his name is Bill “Buzzsaw” Jackson and his backstory is he tried to be a wrestler but it didnt go very well so he grafted weapons in place of his hands. i guess. you know, to be better at wrestling. i dont really understand it and i definitely would not have gone with “disgraced former wrestler” as the concept for this guy  

but anyway we have mr jackson at my store right now, he’s Big, i like him. he doesn’t really move very fast and doesn’t jump at you, he just kinda swings his saw around. for some reason he just seems friendly to me and i dont know why. makes me think of like an uncle dressed up for halloween rather than an actual murderer guy. i dont know i cant explain it but i like him hes my friend 8/10

wacky mole

this guy’s also at my store this year, i didn’t know his name was wacky mole fsdgjsdg

he’s listed as a new arrival, but i thought i remembered seeing him before, and the description says he’s a returning fan favorite, so. i guess this is a re-release 

anyway pretty standard Scary Monster Clown. his teeth look like candy corn. i like it but i think they should just Be candy corn. i like his colorscheme and his silly giant buttons. light up eyes are always a nice touch. he doesnt really stand out but hes overall a pretty good clown. 7/10

grim

good ol’ classic skeleton. he’s pretty nicely modeled though and i highly recommend watching the video for this guy because he moves REALLY well for a spirit animatronic, he’s got a way wider range of movement than most of them do and his head moves really nicely. one of the benefits of a skeleton animatronic is you don’t have to deal with lip movement, so his jaw movements match with his lines a lot more realistically. i like the animated glowing eyes too, it really gives him a lot of personality. he’s really interesting to watch. like, it’s just a skeleton, but it’s a really really good skeleton, so, 8/10 

BEETLEJUICE!!

i love love love franchise character animatronics and spirit has so much great beetlejuice stuff this seems well suited to them but looking at it............. hm. hm

he just looks so. stiff and his face comes across like, deer caught in the headlights to me. it Does Not look very natural but it looks slightly better in motion (he just swivels from side to side and says a few phrases but it somehow looks less. shellshocked when he’s moving) 

maybe not the greatest execution but maybe he looks better in person and im still hype to see him so 8/10 regardless 

night stalker

we have this guy at my store too, im still not really sure what’s going on with his arms (did he just rip loose from them and leave them behind? did someone do this to him? i dont know) but i love a good spooky scarecrow. love his Wiggles. hes a pretty good boy. 6.5/10

here we have another pennywise, it pretty much just pops out at you, but it’s still pretty good. i like the full size one they had before better, but this one’s slightly cheaper and would be easier to integrate into a haunted house attraction since he comes with a built in set piece. it looks good but doesn’t do much. 7.5/10 i guess 

GHOSTFACE!!!!

FUCK YES I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

please. please spirit halloween set him up in my store so i can see him

anyway hes got kind of the same issue beetlejuice has where the figure just. looks kind of stiff, and he looks more like a spooky ghost decoration than like, A Person. he doesnt seem to have any lines or anything either, he just kinda pops out. but then again i guess whenever we see ghostface in person in the movies he doesn’t usually talk anyway. i dont really know how id make this better but it seems a little underwhelming somehow. still hype to see it though. 7/10 i guess 

now if we could just get a jack torrance and a bela lugosi dracula id be content 

i would LOVE to see Red from Us but i doubt they’d do one. my other horror beloved is norman bates but i know if they made one of him it’d just be him in a dress waving a knife around (not that i wouldn’t still be hype to see him, but, y’know) (anyway. tangent. moving on) 

mr. howle 

it’s. a werewolf. he howls. that’s....... about it 

it’s a very nice looking werewolf, it’s a well designed figure and definitely looks very imposing, but it’s... just a werewolf. there’s not really anything particularly interesting or creative here. its a perfectly good werewolf. i dont have anything to say about this. 6.5/10 

i also just am not a werewolf person so maybe someone out there who has a greater appreciation for werewolves might like him more 

[bbysamu]

It Ain’t Me - Part V

Featuring: KUROO Tetsurou x you ; AKAASHI Keiji x you

Genre: Angst, fluff

Word Count: 1,465 

Warning: mentions of alcohol and drinking, unplanned pregnancy 

Now Playing: It Ain’t Me by Kygo & Selena Gomez

✎ Preview: It was crazy how a few months could turn both you and Kuroo’s life upside down. Now with another unexpected news thrown in the mix, Kuroo knows he’s lost you for good 

Ch. I 

Ch. II

Ch. III

Ch. IV

Ch. V

Epilogue

a/n: no excessive drinking please, don’t hinder your brain and health.

You sat there happily chatting with Bokuto’s girlfriend, while your boyfriend and his best friend caught up with each other. Akaashi has got one hand on your thigh, the other lifting up his cup of water to his lips as Bokuto describes how the latest MSBY game was. 

“So how are things with Y/N?” Bokuto asks, glancing at the way Akaashi sat protectively next to you. 

“Good,” Akaashi smiles, “very good actually.” 

Bokuto looks at his best friend, eyes beaming with pride, “I'm very happy for you Akaashi.” 

“Thanks Bokuto. Me too.” 

A few feet away, just outside the restaurant, Kuroo has a hard time breathing. Kenma, sensing something wrong, quickly walks over to him. 

“Kuroo you good?” 

Kuroo looks up at his best friend with panic in his eyes and hands him the phone. 

“Hello? This is Kenma, Kuroo’s friend. He’s not feeling too well right now. Who’s this?” 

“uh hi....I’m Aika. I was just telling Kuroo that I'm um... pregnant and that he’s the father.” 

Kenma stands shell-shocked, colors draining out of his face. 

“Can you meet in person right now?”

“yeah that’s what I wanted to propose, but he said he was busy.” 

“No he’s not, let’s meet up. Do you know where [name of restaurant] is? Let’s meet at the cafe next door.” 

“sure.” 

Twenty minutes later, Kuroo sits across from Aika, a million thoughts running through his mind as he stares at the pregnancy test in front of him. 

“are you sure I'm the father?” 

Aika nods. 

Kuroo lets out a string of curses, not understanding how this could’ve happend. He always used protection...except that one night he got so wasted, he might have forgotten. He realized the next morning, but decided to say nothing since the chances of actually impregnating someone was slim. 

Except a woman now sits in front of him pregnant. 

“so what do we do now?” Aika looks at him. 

Kuroo shakes his head, head empty and confused. There was nothing he wanted to do than to get out of here and pretended this never happened. 

He looks out the cafe and sees you and Akaashi walk by. A huge gust of wind had you scrambling behind your boyfriend, laughing as he wrapped his arms around you. He watched the two of you disappear into the crowd. 

Kuroo wanted nothing more than to turn back time to when you were still his. 

Kenma spoke for Kuroo, “Hey Aika, thanks for meeting with us. This is a huge decision. I don’t think he’s in the right state of mind to comprehend what’s happening right now. Is it okay for us to meet again tomorrow? Since you’re pregnant we can meet your place if you don’t mind.” 

Aika nods, “okay, I’ll see you guys tomorrow then.” 

Kuroo watches as Aika walks out the cafe.

Kenma sighs, “lets go home first and try to figure this out.” 

The walk back home was silent, a million thoughts in both mens’ minds. 

Kenma broke the silence first, “I think you should take responsibility.” 

Kuroo sighs, deep down he knew that was the right decision. He nods slightly, heart full of pain. 

When he thought of children, he’d always imagine a child with your eyes and his hair. He tries to imagine what he and Aika’s child would look like, but with great difficulty because his mind was still full of you. 

“I’m going to tell Y/n.” 

Kenma stops in his track, “No, Kuroo. Haven’t you done enough? You guys were together for ten years, you’ve even talked about children. Now that you’re having a child with someone else the first person you want to tell is Y/n? are you out of you mind?” 

Kuroo looks at Kenma, “it’s because we’ve been together for so long that it’s only right she hears about this from me. It’ll be the last I ever contact her, I promise.” 

Kenma looks at Kuroo disapprovingly, but the look in his best friend’s eyes tells him any attempts to stop him would be futile. He unlocks the door, “fine, do what you need to do. But you better keep your promise”, Kenma walks in, leaving Kuroo outside. 

Kuroo scrolls through his contacts and presses his fingers on the familiar name. 

“Honey, your phone is ringing. Do you want me to pick it up?” Akaashi asks as you stood in the kitchen prepping dinner. 

“yes please.” 

Akaashi picks up the unknown number, “Hello?” 

“Hey is Y/n around?” 

Akaashi immediately recognizes Kuroo’s voice. “What do you want Kuroo?” 

Your ears perked up at Kuroo’s name, why is he calling you? 

“I just need to talk to Y/N about something Akaashi. This is it, this is the last time I'll ever contact her.” 

Akaashi looks at you, something about the hint of defeat in Kuroo’s voice made him feel like you should talk to him. Akaashi hands you the phone, “he said it’s the last time he’s contacting you. I think you should hear him out.” 

With that, Keiji leaves the kitchen, leaving you with Kuroo on the other line. 

“Hello?” 

Kuroo felt his heart flutter at the sound of your voice, his mind momentarily drifting back to the first time he kissed you. 

“Hello?” you repeated. 

He coughed nervously, “hey Y/n, um...is it okay if I meet you downstairs at yours? I need to tell you something in person, it’s important. I promise I’ll be out of your life forever after this” 

You, like Akaashi, hears the slightest hint of defeat in Kuroo’s voice. 

“okay. I’ll see you in ten.” You hang up the phone. 

“Keiji, I’m going downstairs to see what Kuroo wants. Do you want to come with?” 

Akaashi smiles slightly and shakes his head, “its alright babe.” Akaashi sees the way you look at him and knows you’ve got each other’s hearts forever. 

You stood on your toes and kissed him, “I'll be right back”. 

Kuroo nervously kicks at the pebble on the sidewalk, jumping slightly when you tapped him on the shoulder. 

“Hey, what do you want?” You couldn’t stop the bitterness from seething into your voice when you see him in person. 

Kuroo rubs his neck nervously, “I...well I just want to say I’m sorry...” 

You looked at him incredulously and sighs, “you’ve already said sorry a bunch of times Kuroo, but that’s not going to change anything.” 

“I know, but I don’t think I ever properly apologized for what I said the last time I saw you and Akaashi together. I’m really sorry. Thanks for meeting with me.” 

“sure, is there anything else? Keiji is still waiting for me upstairs.” 

Kuroo looks down, before meeting your eyes, “yeah, I want you to hear this from me and not anyone else. But um...I’m going to be father soon. I got someone pregnant”. 

You looked at him in shock. Despite having moved on from Kuroo a long time ago, you couldn’t help the twinge of sadness in your heart. After all, ten years together was a long time. You thought back to all the times the two of you laid on the sofa, tracing each other’s features, wondering if your children will have his eyes or yours. 

He continues, “I'm really scared Y/N. I never even imagined having children with anyone else.” 

Both of you can hear the “other than you” lingering in the air. 

“I don’t know what to do...” He puts his face in his hands. Despite being such a big man, Kuroo Tetsurou suddenly seemed so small. 

“Tet...” Kuroo perks up at the nickname you used to give him, “it’s time for you to grow up and take responsibility.” 

His body stiffens in surprise before melting into your embrace. 

“Thank you for telling me. Whoever she is, treat her and the baby well okay?” 

The two of you stood wrapped in each other’s arms, a million memories passing through your minds.

Under the starless Tokyo night, two exes stood embracing for the very last time. 

You pull away, Kuroo lets his hands drop reluctantly. 

“I really am sorry. If I could, I’d do anything to go back.” He whispers. 

“I know...” You smiled slightly, “and I know you can be great father Kuroo.” 

You turn around to leave, “I guess I'll see you around.” 

Kuroo watches as you walk up the stairs and turns on his heels to leave.

“Goodbye Y/N” He thinks to himself, wiping away the last tear he’ll ever cry for you. 

The next morning, Kenma and Kuroo sits across from Aika. 

“Let’s do this Aika. Let’s have the baby.” 

Kenma looks at Kuroo in surprise, but nods his head approvingly. 

Aika smiles, “thank you for taking responsibility.” 

Kuroo thinks back to you before wiping his mind of your smile, your touch, your kiss. He reaches across the table, taking Aika’s hands in his. 

“Lets get married.” 

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[doc-pickles]

anywhere i want (just not home)

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves

You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

For the love of my life, the inspiration behind TS week, the wind in my sails… Happy later birthday @odd-birds-and-booksellers I hope you enjoy this

Always, Your Computer Wife,

Nina

+

We gather here, we line up

Weepin' in a sunlit room, and

If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too

Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe

All the hell you gave me?

The pain in her cheek is still stinging as she struggles to open her eyes. There’s the faintest hint of sunlight filtering through the large window of her bedroom, a new day just beginning only hours after she’d finally been left alone long enough to find some peace.

The bed next to her is cold and empty, Paul having left for work while she was still crying and groaning in pain. He hadn’t spared her a second glance as he’d gotten dressed for the day, stepping over the puddle of blood that had collected on the floor where she’d laid for hours as he kicked her mercilessly, hurling harsh blows and leering insults as she’d tried to protect herself.

She pulls herself up and drags her barely conscious body to the shower, rinsing off the dried blood and sweat as she tends to the wounds she can see. She already knows she has at least one bruised rib and a sprained ankle, but she can’t do much about it now. For now all she can do is rinse off, lay in bed and hope that tonight doesn’t bring more of the same.

+

Jo bolts upright in bed, hand pressed to her chest as she attempts to slow her breathing down. The dream echoes in the back of her head, the painful memories replaying themselves in vivid technicolor right before her eyes.

She knows why they’re haunting her again, knows that he’s looking for her right now and that he won’t stop until he’s found her. Paul has made that much clear with his texts and letters, little signs to make it clear that they’re not done yet.

A hand closes over hers and she almost jumps before she remembers where she is. Jo squeezes Alex’s hand back, letting him pull her back down and into his embrace. As soon as his arms circle around her she can feel her body begin to calm down.

“It’s not even 2 AM, try and get some sleep, you need it,” Alex’s voice in her ears convinces her to close her eyes, even if sleep is far off the feeling of him so close helps to relax her. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you

'Til my dying day

It’s later that same day when Jo receives another text, the ping stopping her during rounds and prompting her to make a flimsy excuse to Meredith as she rushes to the nearest bathroom.

Can’t wait to see you soon, both of you.

The text lingers in her mind as her breakfast reappears, tears flowing as she tries to drown out the overwhelming noise in her mind. Paul didn’t make empty threats, that’s one thing she knew for sure. The texts she was receiving were just the tip of the iceberg for whatever he had in store for her.

“Jo? You in here?”

She can barely respond to Alex in between crying and being sick, her body overwhelmed as she tries to keep herself calm. Jo can hear Alex saying something incomprehensible as she begins to hyperventilate, his voice growing further away as her breathing became more ragged.

The last thing Jo registers before everything goes black is Alex holding her against his chest, his fingers threading through her hair in an attempt to calm her as his heartbeat echoed unsteadily in her ears.

When she comes back around Jo’s not shocked to find herself laying in a hospital bed, an IV and monitoring wires hooked up to her pale skin. Before she has a chance to overthink anything though Alex is in front of her, his hands running down her cheeks and wiping away the tears she hadn’t realized had collected there.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped you,” Alex’s voice is soft as she meets his eyes, his gaze causing her to melt into another round of tears. “Oh Jo, it’s okay.”

“It’s not! He’s going to kill me, he already knows where I am and this time he’s going to make sure I don’t survive,” Jo chokes the words out, her fingers ghosting over her protruding stomach. “Alex, he's not going to leave me alone until both of us are dead. I can’t put our baby at risk like that.”

The thought almost makes her sick again, her daughter kicking against her hand as she draws in a deep breath. Of all the wild and unexpected things her and Alex had been through, their daughter was by far her favorite. Even with a few weeks left until she arrived Jo already felt a fierce instinct to protect the little girl growing in her womb.

“I’m not going to let him get anywhere near the two of you, I promise,” Alex brushes back a few strands of hair lingering on her forehead, pressing a kiss to the cool skin as he settles into the bed next to her. “You’re safe with me Jo, both of you are.”

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

Jo wants to believe Alex, she really does. Since her breakdown over Paul’s threats he had been by her side whenever he could. His presence was comforting but it did little to calm the raging mental battle she was fighting inside her head.

Now though, as she stares down at her daughter sleeping peacefully in her arms, she knows that she made the right decision. She just hopes Alex agrees with her.

“She's perfect, you did so good,” Alex had repeated the words over and over since Isla had made her appearance almost six hours ago, but they still prompt a smile on Jo’s face. “I love you two so much.”

“I love you, we both do,” Jo leans up and captures his lips with her own, lingering a little longer than she normally would as Alex’s fingers trace her cheek delicately. “Would you do me a big favor? I left my robe at home and it’s freezing in here. Could you go home real quick and grab it?”

Alex nods, a grin on his face as he stands from the chair at her bedside and gathers his keys and wallet. Jo watches him intently, memorizing every movement and expression that makes him exactly the man she fell in love with. He leans down to press one more kiss to her forehead then Isla’s before promising to be back soon.

As the door to her hospital room shuts, Jo looks down at her daughter, tears splashing onto the newborn's cheeks as her mother watches her, “Your daddy loves you very much, don’t you ever forget that.”

And you're the hero flying around, saving face

“Alex, are you coming to work today? It’s been a week,” Meredith’s voice rings out from the doorway of the loft, but Alex can’t bring himself to answer her. She’d been by everyday since he’d come home, her voice prodding at him the only sound in the loft.

He’d gone home to get Jo’s robe like she’d asked, finally finding it tucked away at the very back of the closet instead of hanging in the bathroom like it usually was. On his way back to her room, he’d stopped in the hospital gift shop and grabbed the fluffiest pink and white teddy bear sitting in the window. He had told the cashier that his daughter had just been born and showed off the photo of Jo and Isla that was already his phone lock screen.

And then he’d gone upstairs, the missing robe and teddy bear tumbling from his hands as he found an empty bed and bassinet, Jo and Isla’s bags gone from the room that they’d occupied not even an hour before when he’d left. He’d asked every nurse and doctor on shift but no one had an answer for him. When he finally made it back to the room, he saw the note hastily scribbled across a spare piece of paper, his knees giving way as he read the words printed in Jo’s recognizable script.

I couldn’t let him find us, I’m so sorry. Please don’t worry, we’re safe.

Love you always.

J & I

He’d sat on the floor of the hospital room until Meredith had come to collect him at the bidding of the nurses on the floor. She’d given him a sympathetic look and held him as he cried, only letting his guard down for his closest friend.

The reality hadn’t truly sunk in until he came home later that night to an empty loft filled with baby gear and the scent of Jo lingering on every surface. He’d screamed then, throwing pillows and couch cushions and anything he could find in an attempt to get some of his emotions out in the open.

It hadn’t helped though, the sadness he’d felt morphing into feelings of anger and helplessness. Alex knew that Jo was acting out of desperation, doing what she truly thought was right, and he couldn’t be mad at her for that. No, his anger was directed at the man that had pushed her to that point, had scared her and haunted her every move so horribly that she’d fled Seattle with their newborn daughter in tow.

As he ignores Meredith for yet another day, Alex let his mind wander to Jo and Isla for a moment. He knows Jo would never run with their daughter if she didn’t have a plan to keep her safe, but just the knowledge that they were out there without him broke his heart.

And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

Look at how my tears ricochet

His fingers press down the collar of the light blue button up once more before sliding the black suit jacket over it. He examines himself in the mirror of the hotel room one last time before turning to leave. He’d only been to Seattle once before for a medical conference, but this trip held a much more important air to it.

Brooke, his Brooke, was close. Closer than she’d ever been before and he couldn’t wait to see her again. He was delighted when he’d found her again, even more so when he found out that she was a doctor giving him the perfect opportunity to drop in on her. He couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when he saw her.

We gather stones, never knowing what they'll mean

Some to throw, some to make a diamond ring

When Alex finally makes it back to work he’s met with an abundance of pitying looks and unhelpful comments. He knows most of his coworkers have good intentions but he’s in the verge of screaming at the next person who interacts with him. All he wants to do is work and try and forget that his daughter and the love of his life aren’t waiting for him at home like they should be.

“Alex! I have someone I want you to meet,” Arizona’s bubbly voice almost makes Alex roll his eyes, the blonde not doing much to improve his demeanor since he was in no mood to meet anyone new. “This is Doctor Paul Stadler, he’s an expert on laparoscopic surgery techniques which is always helpful when we have tiny humans to save.”

Alex can feel his blood run cold as he turns towards Arizona and the man standing next to her. Whatever picture he had painted in his head fades as he stares at the man in front of him. Despite his bright grin Alex knows exactly what Paul is capable of, what he had done and threatened to do to Jo.

“While I’d love to meet your whole team Doctor Robbins, I’m not here on business today. I’m looking for Doctor Wilson actually.”

“Oh,” Arizona’s face falls, gaze turning to Alex as his jaw tightens. “Actually she’s-“

“She’s gone, she left,” Alex’s voice has an edge that makes even him flinch at how harsh and cold it is.

Paul eyes Alex for a moment, looking him over before speaking again, “That’s unfortunate. Would you happen to know where she is? I’d love to speak with her.”

“Well get in line then because I've been waiting for her to come home for the past three weeks,” Alex slams the iPad in his hands onto the counter of the nurses station, eyes ablaze as he stares Paul down. “You harassed her for months on end and scared her so much that she ran away with our daughter hours after giving birth.”

Paul attempts to conceal the smirk on his face but fails, causing Alex to step towards him with clenched fists. Arizona steps between the two men, fixing Alex with a hard stare.

“Back up Alex. I know that you’re upset about Jo but-“

“But nothing! He’s the reason my girlfriend and daughter are gone!”

“Okay why don’t you take the rest of the day off,” Arizona’s hands squeezing his shoulders finally breaks Alex’s gaze away from Paul whose face has broken into a full on shit eating grin. Arizona and Alex exchange a look and he can tell she’s holding back her anger now as well. “Alex, go home.”

How can I when they’re not there?

The question echoes in his mind the whole drive back to the loft, Alex’s heart constricting as he sat on the edge of his and Jo’s bed. The loft was still empty, sounds still echoing off the walls as he sat alone. His mind brings up the image of Jo and Isla sitting in their hospital room as he walked away, not knowing that was the last time he’d see them.

He leans forward, reaching into his dresser and rummages around his sock drawer for a minute before pulling out a velvet box. When Jo had told him she was pregnant he’d immediately gone out and bought the ring. Not because of Isla, but because starting a family with Jo was all the confirmation he needed that she was it for him. Now the box sat collecting dust in his drawer, it’s future uncertain as he wondered exactly where Jo was.

You know I didn't want to have to haunt you

But what a ghostly scene

“And this is your daddy and your Auntie Meredith. They love you so much,” despite knowing that the infant couldn’t understand what she said or even clearly see the photo she had pulled up on her phone, Jo made sure that Isla knew about all of the people they loved in Seattle. “Your daddy misses you so much, baby girl. I’m sorry I took you away from him, I know that makes me a crappy mom.”

“You’re not a crappy mom,” Jo looks from Isla to the man sitting next to her, his hand settling on her shoulder as he fixes her with a knowing look. “You did what you had to do.”

“Some days it doesn’t feel like that,” Jo sighs, her head falling to his shoulder as she fights back tears. “I took her from her dad! I took her away from the only family she’ll ever have, Link. And why? Because I’m scared?”

Link pulls back from Jo, meeting her eyes as he speaks, “You had every reason to run, you know that. I’ve seen what he’s capable of, I wouldn’t want to worry about that all the time if I were you. Especially with a newborn, I get it. So don’t feel too bad for yourself, I think you made the right choice.”

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

'Cause when I'd fight, you used to tell me I was brave

“Jo?”

The lights in the loft are off but Jo’s car is parked out front. When he switches the lights on Alex sees Jo shoving clothes into a tote bag, tear stains tracking down her cheeks.

“Jo what are you doing?”

"I'm going to Stephanie’s for a few nights, just until I can figure things out.”

Jo’s voice is nervous and she's talking a mile a minute. She still hasn't looked up at Alex but he can see the bright red hives cropping up on her neck already.

"I'm sorry it was an accident but I’m going to

fix it. It's my fault, I'll fix it!”

"What are you talking about,” despite the fact that he's spoken up more than once Jo seems to be in a world of her own.

“Don't worry about it, you don't need more stress,” Jo’s hands are shaking as she closes the bag she's holding. "It's still early, it'll be an easy fix. I'm going to fix it, I have an appointment scheduled."

It clicks for Alex then just exactly what Jo is talking about. He sinks to his knees next to her tilting her chin up so she’ll finally look at him.

“Are you pregnant?”

"I'm sorry, I missed my birth control it was an accident," Jo’s tone is frantic now as more tears begin to fall. "I have an appointment, I'm going to fix it-“

"Jo slow down, I'm not mad so stop apologizing,” Alex wiped at the tears that had collected on Jo’s cheeks. "You don't want our baby?”

Jo blinked up at Alex as if nothing he was saying was making sense to her.

“What's actually the matter Jo? Why were you so scared to tell me?"

“I… I'm married."

“What?"

“I'm married to a guy who nearly beat me to death. And when I got pregnant I thought he'd

be happy and maybe he'd let up, instead he yelled and screamed and then he,” Jo pauses, eyes downcast as she looks down at her hands. “When he was done with me for the night I wasn't pregnant anymore.

“He wouldn't let me get birth control though so the next time I just solved the problem quietly. And when it happened a third time I ran. I ran and changed my name and never turned back,” Jo finally looks up and meets Alex’s gaze, eyes watery still as he watches her. “I had a miscarraige that time, probably because of how banged up I was. But it got me out of there. So when I started having the same symptoms again I freaked out.”

“Oh Jo…”

“Alex, I’m terrified of my past and of losing you and losing this baby… I’ve already lost far too much. I don’t want to lose any more.”

“You’re not going to lose me. I’m all in with you even if it means we never get married. You and this baby mean everything to me. That is if you want it.”

“Of course I do, I want this more than anything. I want kids with you, I really do but…”

“Okay then we’ll do it.”

“Really? You dont think I’m too damaged or crazy?”

“Yes Jo, I want all of that,” Alex pulled Jo into his lap, placing a hand over her stomach as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I love you and you’re just about the bravest person I’ve ever met.”

And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

Look at how my tears ricochet

The room is spinning when she pries her eyes open, dried blood making the task difficult. She tries to sit up, but the pain radiating from her stomach keeps her down. She knows if she moves she’ll make it worse, but her body is in pain and she can’t lay in this position much longer.

As soon as she makes a move, the pain is back. She thinks it’s his foot that’s making contact with her ribs now, digging into her back as her body curls in on itself.

“Stop! Please!”

The cries are useless, they always are, but she hopes that maybe they’ll convince him to end her suffering sooner or throw the next punch a little softer.

“Please stop! Stop!”

Her shoulders are shaking as she blinks her eyes open again, a pair of blue eyes staring down at her in concern.

“It was just a nightmare, you’re okay and you’re safe,” Link’s words help to steady her heartbeat a little, her eyes moving to Isla who's peacefully sleeping in his arms. “I woke you up because I just turned the news on. Take a look.”

“Former Harvard University professor Paul Stadler was arrested early yesterday morning on charges of battery and assault against his girlfriend, who is still being treated for her injuries at Massachusetts General Hospital. Since his arrest, three more women have come forward with allegations against Stadler ranging from ongoing harassment to physical violence and sexual assault. Boston PD is asking any other victims to contact them at this time.”

Jo stares blankly at the television in front of her, eyes welling with tears as the news footage continues to roll. She wasn’t alone and she was so close to being free from Paul’s hold on her.

“You have to go to Boston, your testimony could put him away,” Link’s voice snaps her out of her reverie, eyes moving from the television to him. “Jo, he’s going to prison. You can finally be free.”

The hope that had ignited her heart just moments earlier was crushed as she played through the possibilities before her. What if she testified and Paul wasn’t put in prison? What if he continued to harass her? What if he hurt Isla? Or Alex?

“I can’t. I can’t face him again… There's too much on the line,” Jo looks away from Link, her tears finally falling. “I have too much to lose.”

“And you’ll be stuck right here if you don’t do anything!”

“At least I’ll be safe then.”

“And what about Alex? You’re okay never seeing him again? Never letting Isla see him?”

Jo stands suddenly, facing Link with an angry expression, “You don’t get to make the calls here Link! I appreciate everything you’ve done for us but I can’t risk everything when there’s not a guarantee that it’ll end up well.”

Jo storms out of the room then, complex emotions overwhelming her as she sinks into her bed. She wishes things were easier, were more black and white instead of the fuzzy grey she’d become so accustomed to. But they aren’t, they never would be with Paul and now she’d dragged Alex and Isla and even Link into the pools of grey she’d spent so long trying to avoid.

And I can go anywhere I want

Anywhere I want, just not home

Alex watched his phone ring for a moment, debating on picking up at all. He doesn’t recognize the number and he doesn’t know anyone from California. But he still clicks the green accept button, hoping whoever it was wasn’t going to waste his time.

“Hello?”

“Hi, I’m so glad you picked up.”

Alex freezes, stares at his phone for a moment, then brings it back up to his ear, “Jo? Is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” there’s a long pause and Alex almost thinks she’s hung up before she begins to cry. “I’m so sorry Alex. I’m so sorry we left you. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“I know, I get why you left. I hate it but I understand,” a sigh leaves him as he rests his head against the wall next to him, tears forming in his eyes as well, “Are you okay?”

“Yes we’re both fine, I wouldn’t have left if I didn’t have somewhere safe to run to,” Jo sucks in a breath, as if her next words are taking everything out of her. “Paul is going to prison.”

“I know, I saw. Are you going to testify?”

“I don’t know. I want to but… There's too much at risk. I don’t want him to hurt you or Isla.”

Just the sound of his daughter's name tugs at Alex’s heart, the tears that had been welling in his eyes spilling onto his cheeks.

“If you don’t go you’re going to be living in fear for the rest of your life. But if you do, you can get closure. And you can save more people from getting hurt by Paul.”

She lets his words sink in for a moment before he hears her voice again, “I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too, you and Isla both,” Alex can hear shuffling in the background, a deep voice and then a small cry.

“I have to go, Alex.”

“Wait Jo-”

“I love you. We both do.”

“I love you too.”

The line goes dead then and Alex can’t help the sob that breaks from his chest. He misses Jo, misses Isla, misses the feeling of wholeness that came to him when he would climb into bed with Jo at the end of every day.

And you can aim for my heart, go for blood

But you would still miss me in your bones

Alex doesn't know what drives him to fly to Boston, but he feels a small sense of relief when he sees Paul Stadler in the defendant's seat. A sick feeling makes itself at home in the pit of his stomach as he watches half a dozen women testify to the horrors that Paul had put them through, detailing the ways he had tormented them. Jo had never gone into detail to him but if what she went through was even half as bad as what he was hearing then he understood why she had gone to such extremes to hide from Paul.

He watches as the final woman testifies and finds her seat again, the courtroom silent except for the prosecuting attorneys whispering among themselves. Finally, one of the lawyers stands and addresses the courtroom, “Your honor, we’d like to call our final witness. The prosecution calls Brooke Elizabeth Stadler, now Josephine Alice Wilson, to the stand.”

Alex feels the air leave his lungs as he watches Jo approach the bench. Her hair is shorter and a dirty blonde color but she’s still the same woman he knows so well. The dark blue dress she’s wearing sways lightly as she takes the stand, stating her name and swearing in before she begins to give her testimony. Jo explains how she and Paul met, how they married, and then she goes into the abuse she endured. Alex listens to the detailed accounts she gives, accompanied by the numerous hospital reports.

“And then one day I got sick of it and I ran. I knew Paul would find me though so I fled the state and changed my name. I started a new life and I have a beautiful daughter,” Jo finally meets Alex’s gaze and he gets the overwhelming urge to wrap her up in his arms and hold her close. “But Paul found me again and he was threatening me so as soon as my daughter was born I ran again. I left behind my new life, the only place I’ve ever felt safe because I knew he would find me again and I couldn’t risk him hurting my daughter.”

The air in the courtroom is thick as Jo’s words sink in. Alex knows he’s not the only one who’s been affected by her testimony and the words of everyone that went before her. The prosecutor thanks Jo, the defending attorney waiving their right to question her. As she steps down from the stand she meets Alex’s gaze for a moment before turning away and going back to her seat.

And I still talk to you (when I'm screaming at the sky)

And when you can't sleep at night (you hear my stolen lullabies)

“Jurors, have you come to a decision?”

“We have your honor,” there’s a tense silence in the courtroom as the decision is handed off to the judge. “We find the defendant Paul Stadler guilty on all charges.” A breath of relief leaves Alex as he turns to look at Jo. There’s tears streaming down her face and the slightest hint of a smile as she looks at him. Before he can get up and go to her though she's surrounded by the other women who had testified, all of them crying in relief.

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves

She sees him about fifty feet in front of her, his back to her as he stands almost perfectly still. She watches him for a moment, his slumped shoulders and overall defeated attitude and for a moment she feels guilty for what she’s put him through in the past three months. Before she can dwell on the feeling for too long Alex is turning towards her, looking over her with that same sad expression he’d been wearing in the courtroom.

There’s a moment where all Jo and Alex do is stare at each other before she finds herself rushing forward and launching herself into his embrace. His arms are holding her tightly, refusing to let go even as she begins to cry into his chest.

This moment, the feeling of being in Alex’s arms again, is all Jo has wanted since she’d left Seattle.

You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

“Alex, I’m so-”

“Stop, you don't need to apologize to me,” Alex pulls back from Jo, one hand coming to cup her cheek. “I get it, I understand where you’re coming from. I know why you ran so don’t ever think of apologizing to me. I’m just glad that you’re safe.”

A fresh round of tears springs to Jo’s eyes as she looks up at Alex, “I don’t deserve you. I’ve put you through so much.” Alex blinks down at Jo, not believing what he’s hearing. Their relationship had never been one sided, they’d both supported each through tough situations and had come out stronger at the end. In his eyes this was nothing more than another speed bump.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want you back Jo. I love you and all of this? None of it changes how I feel about you,” Alex leans down and presses a gentle kiss to Jo’s lips. “I love you and I’m glad you’re back in my arms.”

And you're cursing my name, wishing I stayed

“Hey! I just heard the verdict!”

Jo turns at the sound of Link’s voice, a wide smile spreading across her face as her best friend comes into view. It’s not so much the blonde man’s presence that makes her grin as it is the infant in his arms. Isla is wide eyed as she looks at Jo, the three month old blinking up at her mother with a sense of wonder.

“Hi baby girl, I have someone who’s very excited to see you,” Jo eagerly takes her daughter from Link before turning and looking at Alex. “Isla say hi to daddy, he missed you sooo much.”

The look on Alex’s face as he takes Isla from Jo’s arms is priceless, tears welling in his eyes as he lets out a watery laugh. The little girl snuggles comfortably into his arms, as if she had done it a hundred times before and Jo can’t help her own tears as they leak onto her cheeks.

“You three get together, I think this moment needs to be remembered.” Alex and Jo both heed Link’s instruction and wipe their tears away to boast wide grins. The photo of the three of them squeezed together after a grueling ordeal graces their family mantle for years to come. Even when there are dozens of other family photos, pictures from Alex and Jo’s wedding, and the birth of their second daughter, the photo of Jo, Alex, and Isla standing in front of the courthouse in Boston remains the centerpiece of their living room as a reminder of the sacrifices they all made to keep their family together.

Look at how my tears ricochet

[caseyfm]

𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐳𝐚𝐡𝐫𝐚 // 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

with song selection reasons under the cut !

Track i. Once More to See You by Mitski . ‘But with everybody watching us. Our every move. We do have reputations. Will you keep it secret? Won't let them have it.’ 

So, I think this is the crux of their entire dynamic. It’s destined to be something that’s just between them because of so many reasons. Candy... their friends... then you get onto the chorus and I felt that was SO them before their beach discussion (particularly during the time they weren’t speaking at all).  That ache that Casey had when they weren’t talking of wanting to be something more but also not having the courage to directly ask her if she wanted that too so the ‘I care about you’.  Ultimately, in spite of everything, Casey has this want to see Zahra just one more time every time even if he knows they do probably come with an expiration date.  

Track ii. Freakin’ Out On The Interstate by Briston Maroney  . ‘And you got a lot on your mind. And your heart, it looks just like mine.’ 

 I heard ‘baby, do you think I’m doing something wrong?’ and hello we’re where things are currently at with them! This song is definitely about a couple in the midst of an argument but it goes a little depper than that? I thought it was a nice parallel to how it’s their similiarities that bond them. It’s that protectiveness and that want to guard their hearts, but ultimately being able to let it down (just a bit!) around one another and even in the face of problems, wanting to be the one to help shoulder the weight of her problems. Very apt to how he’s now... trying to relent past his own stubbornness in letting her in. 

Track iii. Oh shit... are we in love? by Valley . ‘Summer nights spent misbehaving You're my favourite, I only fell when I gave up.’ 

Casey pretty much gave up on love after Audrina. Zahra’s such an unexpected, happy, plot twist in his life and I really wanted a song that demonstrated just how his feelings really did sneak up on him until it was months down the line and he was in over his head. 

Track iv. Dancing with Our Hands Tied by Taylor Swift . ‘My love had been frozen Deep blue, but you painted me golden.’

A large chunk of me making this playlist was actually just me deciding between this and dress dfdsf. BUT I ultimately went with dancing with our hands tied as I think it’s a nice juxtaposition between how they are in private with one another and what they both fear will happen if it actually became something more serious? I also love the way it shows how their relationship really did spring up when Casey was convinced there was nobody else for him in the world other than Audrina through the little extract above! 

Track v. My Kind of Woman by Mac Demarco . ‘You're my, my, my, my kind of woman. And I'm down on my hands and knees, Begging you please, baby, Show me your world.’ 

Just sappy innit dsff no but seriously I just wanted something that’d sum up that deep admiration Casey has for Zahra as a person outside of everything ~secret~ going on between them. He likes that she speaks her mind and that she’s direct. He likes that she holds him accountable because everyone knows the man is a liar on the best of days! She really is his kind of person and he genuinely just likes having the chance to get to know her better.