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urfavouritegirlie · 11 months ago

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Hi! I don't know if you accept requests or not (it's cool if you don't!) But do you have any hc about Aaron discovering he has a daughter? Lol. And what would be Miles reaction. Okay, thank you. Bye :D

Hi Anon👋, I’m not really taking requests but I had to jump on this one. However I can't promise all future requests being answered quickly because I've got studies to focus on but I will try and do as best as I can. I feel like this request was made based on the headcannon I had made up. Absolutely love love love it and I'm happy to write it. Now let's get on with it shall we.

Oh and btw, He would be a Girl dad right. I can't see it any other way.

"Girl if you don't call this man now, I will track him myself."

"Ok I heard you, I'll call. Just in my own time. I promise I will call."

"Fine. Gotta go now but he's got to know now ok. You can't do this alone."

I mutter under my breath something she can't hear. "Psh yes I can."

Homegirl leaves and I'm stuck here with a phone number struggling to call it. It's been long. Will he even remember me? Why I am scared? I'm a grown woman for goodness sake, just do it.

"Fuck it."

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Aaron arrives at his place at the early hours of a new day. However he just wants to collapse in bed and forget about yet another near death experience. All gear on the floor only left in boxers and bandages and dried up blood. He escaped gunshots but not the sharp end of the blade. A non life threatening gash on his arm and the side of his abdomen. Chugged a few pills and was ready to get knocked into sleep.

Not even five minutes into sleep, his phone vibrates on his night stand. Great another thing to do. He semi consciously picked the phone and answered without looking at the name id. Not that there was one.

"Hello," he answers. Not a word back. If these scam callers where trying him he was going to find whoever they were and end it there.

He kisses his teeth and no longer wanting to entertain whoever disrupted his not so deep sleep.

"Is this Aaron?" Hearing his name got him into defensive mode but relaxed a bit when it was from a feminine voice.

"Who'er you?"

The woman tells her name and it rings a faint bell in Aarons head. He's heard the name before. Where though?

"Do I know you?"

She seemed a bit hesitant to tell but she spit it out anyway after taking a deep breath. "We've hooked up a few times many months ago."

In his head he's thinking it's another chick wanting to see him again or wanting to move things further by being in a relationship with him. Makes it clear to them from the start that it's not like that at all then blocks them. It boosts his ego a little.

"Look, I thought I had made it clear that it was a two-three time thing then we don't talk anymore. I'm not looking for relationship or sum," he said immediately to clear any confusion.

"What? That's not it. I have something very important to tell you," she says.

Nothing could have prepared him for what she had to say next. She sounded nervous before she took a breath to speak.

"Well...... I ended up pregnant. I gave birth to a healthy baby. I found your number and called to let you know. Listen and listen carefully. If you want nothing to do with the baby, that is fine. I just thought you should know. I didn't say anything while I was pregnant because I was focusing on me and my baby and in case something might have happened. And I didn’t have it in me to get an abortion," she said so clearly and calmly.

He heard right? Oh he heard right. Was he too tired and drugged up to believe it or was this for real. She gives him the time to process the news. Once all her words were digested he asks…

“You sure it’s mine? How do you know it ain’t anyone else’s?” He asks confidently.

She takes some air in quickly as if being accused of whoring around. She wasn’t gonna let that slide.

“You’re that last person I slept with. Even then I wasn’t hoe. Never was, never will be ok. Look we were both careless. We didn’t use condoms but I was on birth control which ultimately proved that it’s not as effective as I thought it would be. I’m giving you the choice to come see the baby or to leave the matter completely.”

She was serious in her tone. So believable. Maybe it was the tiredness causing him not to think straight but…..

“Send me your address.”

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I could not sit still. Walking back and forth trying to find something to do to distract me. It's still early morning, slight heavy rain falling and sliding from the top to the bottom of the window. The baby was ok, asleep in the bouncer, slowly rocking. I try to sit on the sofa but my leg just keeps bouncing, with the tv on but not my attention on it.

That dreaded call ended about an hour ago and by the sound of his voice, he was serious.

I flinch at the sound of the buzzer. “Hello?”

“It’s Aaron.”

With not many words I buzz him in. Now in a few moments things could go right or left. This is right, right? I gave him options. That's a good thing right? I definitely didn't want to be one of those women who don't let fathers see their child for no reason. Thoughts stop swirling when there is finally a knock on the door. No more time for hesitation but the doorway felt so far.

Aaron POV

I'm soaked from the rain. It took me being inside the apartment complex to realise. All this time it wasn't on my mind that it was pouring outside. There's an elevator but the stairs seem quicker. I skip a step each time until I'm in front of her door. No time to hesitate. I put my fist against the door to knock.

The door opens with her standing behind it. I most definitely remember now. I’ve been with her more times than I��d like to admit honestly. Can’t lie it was the best, not that I’d admit it to her face. Now seeing her, she has a glow that I hadn't seen before.

"Hi"

"Hi umm sorry bout being soaked, its raining like shit outside."

She gives a small laugh and tells me to come in. I remember I've been here before a couple times. Her place always smelt nice and looked clean. I take my jacket off and hang it by the door. I follow her down the short corridor to the living area. We both turn to the living room.

"Well. Here she is."

In the corner of the room, a baby swing with the smallest human possible as cute as can be a sleep, protected from world. I sit on the sofa before my legs give out. She said 'she'. A girl. I have a daughter. I hold my head in my hands. She sits next to me and put a hand on my leg to calm me down.

"I know it's a lot to process. Believe me. I had the same reaction when I found out I was pregnant. All the worries left when I first held her. It was instant love. Sorry I kept it from you."

"Nah I get it. Whats her name?"

"Her name is Tiana."

"Its a beautiful name."

I don't know what came over me but the need to protect her came out of nowhere. Protect her from every evil out there. It's crazy to think she is a part of me. But what about me? It on dawns me that I hold the role of prowler. Am I good enough for her? Am I strong enough to protect her? Am I man enough to be her father. Am I going to end up abandoning her like my father did? All these thoughts consuming me all at once.

"Would you like to hold her?"

I look at her and she has a reassuring smile encouraging me to hold her. "I don't know how."

"Neither did I but I learned."

She stands and walks over to this sleeping angel. She picks her up and walks up to me. I hadn't met Miles until he was a couple months old, so I have no experience in holding a newborn. I sit up and back and open my hands. She's so small. I don't think I've seen something so precious in my life. My hands are almost the same size as her.

"Don't be scared. Here, move your arm to support her neck and then your other hand holds the side."

She helps me hold her comfortably. With all this fuss she moves around waking from her sleep. Shit here it comes. Big brown eyes stare at me with a twinkle in them. We are both strangers to each other but she has to have trust in me and I never would dream of breaking that trust. A grown man like shouldn't be feeling emotional but here I am. She was right. It was love at first sight.

"She's so beautiful."

"I know right. Big eyes, a cute nose and a head full of hair. She got that part from me."

We both break out into a short laugh.

I hesitate to ask the following questing seeing as we are not together. "What's her last name?"

"I put mine and your last name together hyphenated. If you don't mind."

"It's nice."

We spend the rest of the day just talking, actually getting to know each other. She works as a nurse at a hospital, I told her I do engineering which isn't a lie. I use it as a cover up from what I do other times.

"I have a nephew, my older brothers son. His names Miles. He probably would wanna meet Tiana. Is that cool."

"I don't mind, it's cool she has cousin."

We met at a diner, we talked and it seemed like we were both after the same thing. No relationship but a stress relief. Semi strangers with benefits kinda thing. No personal questions and no feelings.

Looking at it now, that might change now that she had birthed my daughter. Speaking of her she starts stirring in my arms and looks like she's about to cry. Her lips quiver and starts crying. It's hasn't even been ten minutes and I've failed.

"She's probably just hungry. Let me feed her."

I slowly had her over to mom. All of a sudden she lifts the side of top and puts a boob in her mouth. This looks private so I look away to the whatever was playing to the tv. She starts laughing at me though.

"What? It's not like you've never seen them before."

True. I can't look at breasts the same. All this time they were just sexual thing to me but its not even like that. It's a personal connection between mother and child. I change the subject. I ask her how old Tiana is and she tells me only four days old.

"So you're fresh out the hospital then? Was it not hard?"

"It was hard. I couldn't drive because I was still sore from giving birth, so my friend drove me back home. She's been such a help these past few days. Cooking and cleaning for me but she does have a job and her own family to take care of."

"Hold on. Don't you only get a few weeks off work before you have to go back."

"Yeah. Around twelve weeks and then I have to go back to work. Some weeks are even unpaid."

"Well that's stupid."

"Tell me about it but hey, I didn't build the system. Here burp her."

She hands her to me then leaves.

"Where you goin. I don't know how to do this."

"Relax I'm just getting her cloth so she doesn't throw up on you"

She can back as fast as she left, put a pink cloth on my shoulder and move her to my shoulder.

"Just pat her back until she burps."

She gets up to leave and looks like she's heading into the kitchen.

"What you bout to do now."

"I'm a bout to cook. You've got her so I have the time to."

"Nah order some food. Get some rest."

Took some time going back and forth but she sat down. Same time as Tiana finally burps. I move to get my wallet and hand it over to her.

"You know you have a lot of faith in a stranger."

"Same stranger that birth our baby."

"Hilarious."

She orders some food. Time goes by and it eventually comes. We ate, talked. Looking outside, I realise time has gone by fast. Looks like it time me to leave. I get to lay her down back to sleep in her swing.

"Looks like I gotta go now."

"Oh umm thanks for stopping by and seeing her. You make a great father you know."

Her words struck me to my heart. I want to be the best dad to her. Better than my father ever was to me and Jeff.

"Come by anytime. Oh here's your card."

"You hold on to that."

I grab my jacket, say my last goodbyes to both of them but man I so don't wanna leave. I might come back tomorrow. I grab my phone and start calling.

"Hello?"

"Jeff. I need to talk to you."

"Talk."

"I have a daughter."

"That poor woman."

"Ay now ain't the time for games. Me and her we cool. Yeah we were irresponsible but I stepped up. Think about it, you're an uncle now."

"I've been an uncle. Rio has siblings that have children."

"On our side stupid. Anyway can I take Miles to see her tomorrow?"

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*The next day*

Jeff has allowed Miles to come with me to see Tiana. But he doesn't know that. I'm trying to surprise his since he wanna keep asking questions talking bout 'how come I don't have a cousin on your side?'.

"So what spot are we painting today."

"We're not doing that."

"We've been walking for so long. Where are we going?"

"You'll see man, just be a little patient. Don't wanna ruin the surprise."

"Surprise!?"

We arrive at apartment complex. I ring up and I'm let inside. The confused looks on his face makes me just wanna laugh but I can't give it away. We get to the door, knock on it and wait.

"Hi guys, come in."

Miles walks shyly behind me until we turn the living room.

"Miles meet your baby cousin, Tiana."

The look on his face is just priceless. Ain't never seen him so confused. He looks at me then at her mother then at Tiana again.

"You have a daughter. Wait does that make you my auntie?"

"Umm well..."

"Yes it does. See I told you. All those questions bout 'how come I don't have an auntie'. Well you got one now."

"It's nice to meet you Miles. Your uncle has told me a lot about you."

He breaks into a nervous laugh. "Unfortunately I haven't heard about you but it's nice to meet you. So uhh how you guys meet?"

Silence

"That's not important. Here come hold her."

Needless to say besides Miles being so puzzled, he was so happy that he has a little cousin. Since then Miles had come to visit and see her many times after school and during the weekend and has seen her grow. Rio and Jeff came later on with gifts. Rio was beyond excited. Jeff was just as surprised as Miles.

"Your family is really nice, I like them a lot."

"Yeah. I've got a present for you too."

I take her down stair to the parking area. Her eyes could have popped out their sockets. Her mouth open so wide, you'd thing her jaw dislocated. In front of us a white Range.

"Oh my gosh Aaron wha- what's this?"

I dangle the keys infant of her and drop them in her hands.

"People call it a 'push present' if I'm correct. Oh and that card, spend it on our daughter."

"You are spoiling her to the core and she doesn't even know what money is."

"Only the best for my baby girl. Besides I wanna try this mom and dad thing. That's if you want to?"

"We could do that."

A/N - Honestly, I'm not to sure I did a really good job on this one I can't lie. I might have to reread it again like ten times and make tweaks to it. But let me know in the comments.

#into the spider verse #spider verse #spiderman #aaron davis #uncle aaron #aaron davis x reader

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tapwater118 · 6 months ago

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The Post-Split Rant, part 3

a.k.a.: Grown Woman really should have finished this like 3 weeks ago give me a break

Part 1 | Part 2

yes i did just section the parts out like this just for the visual gag shut up

BFB Post-Split is my least favorite season, so now I’m gonna wrap up my whinging about it and move on with my life. These are my opinions, you’re free to disagree, bluh bluh bluh let’s just get on with it already.

BFB 28

Okay, I said I would talk about the eliminated contestants here, but I remember them doing more in this episode than they actually did for some reason. I guess I’ll get to them in BFB 29 I suppose.

Anyway the Announcer is back! Announcer’s actually my favorite host out of all the seasons (sorry Four), so when I watched this the first time I remember being really stoked to see him again. And I am glad to say they did him very nicely! He still has his slightly snarky demeanor (in spite of his monotone TTS voice), and is overall used in a very interesting way here. I’ll get more into it later, but it is very clear they didn’t just bring him back for nostalgia points, which I appreciate.

For an “all-in-one” challenge, this episode did it a lot better than BFDI 23, dare I say. Instead of spending a bit too long on the first few challenges and speeding by the rest, they spend time just on the challenges that they can get good bits out of and briskly walk past the others. I feel this approach works a lot better than BFDI 23.

Honestly, pretty nice episode. No real issues here. Not as good as BFB 20 or 26 I’d say, but a good deal better than BFB 22. Moving on.

BFB 29

They said it was impossible. They said it couldn’t be done. Post-Split actually has a second good Taco and Blocky interaction. They’re having an actual conversation! With witty banter and such!What is this wizardry? Why couldn’t we have more like this?

Not related to anything else really but I have to get this out. I find the over abundance of nicknames in Post-Split to be kind of grating at times but NOTHING grinds my gears as much as the stupid “blank”-ster nicknames. “Tacster” “Blockster” “Teadster” SHUT UUUUUUUPPPPPP. They’re just fine in isolation but they use them SO FREQUENTLY I HATE IT. Gelatin uses these the most and I honestly think it’s lessened my opinion of him to a non-negligible degree. Leafster is the only one that gets a past the rest suck so much shit.

Ok sub-rant over. Back on topic.

The whole, well not really backstory… interstory(?) they give Announcer here is very neat, I like it. Really adds a lot of depth to his character. Whoa, Post-Split just had compelling character development. I think I need to sit down. I guess I’ll also add here that it’s nice Taco has something to do other than whinge at Blocky. I mean, there’s a handful of other characters just kinda sitting around that they could also have investigating the Announcer, but I feel Taco fits this role the best (out of the characters available to do so).

The quality-downgrading bit near the end is also fun too- okay enough beating around the bush. I’ll talk about it here because I already have enough to say about BFB 30 on its own; they pretty obviously set Flower up to win. Having her be repeatedly ignored and tortured for those sympathy points, and then having her be the one to save the show to cap it all off.

I voted for Flower to win, and even if they didn’t set her up like this I still would have. She’s one of the few characters in all of BFDI that actually has a serious degree of character-growth throughout the series, from being the prototypical “mean for the sake of it” character in season 1 to having genuine compassion for those she cares about by the end of BFB. Gelatin doesn’t have any of this, and if I can be candid, I have no clue how he got so far in the season.

BFB 29 is good overall, but let’s not dwell on it any longer. The real meat and potatoes of this part of the rant is going to deal with the final episode, one I have so many thoughts on I have to split it into multiple segments. Let’s talk about BFB 30.

Smaller Thoughts on BFB 30

The scenes with the fake seasons add a lot to Four’s character, and are a nice lead in to the fact that he’s actually a huge BFDI fan who really just wanted to be in that show he really loves. Judging by his actions in the early days of BFB it’s obvious this was a rather late addition to his character, but his cruelty to the objects could likely be interpreted as just a culture difference between Algebraliens and objects. I could make a whole separate analysis about this, but right now I’ll just leave it that these aspects of Four’s character are rather interesting.

This is going to be really nitpicky, but I have no clue why Bubble would want Gelatin to win. He’s been nothing but horrible to her the entirety of Post-Split. Maybe you could say the same for Flower’s behavior towards her both here and in season 1, but in that case have her indecisive over her vote, not overly enthusiastic. This choice makes no sense. (Can you tell that Bubble is one of those characters I care way too much over how they’re written?)

Gotta say, very nice how they have Firey reflecting on his actions without outside prompting here, good sign of character development. Now if only they could have had him say something to this effect eight episodes ago… sigh…

From here the episode splits into two plots that it jumps between repeatedly. Going through every scene in the order they happen would start to get confusing, so I’ve given them their own sections. Gonna be honest, not really a fan of how either of these went. Let’s start with the better of the two.

Flower and the Battle for the BFDI

So, Flower and the Announcer start fighting over who should get the BFDI, and Purple Face comes out of nowhere to steal it for himself. They get in the bus, a bunch of other people give some silly reasons why they should have the BFDI, and then the bus is dangling off a cliff. Everyone hops out except those still fighting over the BFDI: Flower, the Announcer, and Purple Face.

Purple Face does not need to be here.

Flower wants the BFDI because she won, it’s her rightful prize, very valid. Announcer wants the BFDI because it’s his life’s work and, as he reveals here, the only remaining copy of that work, very valid.

Purple Face wants the BFDI just because he thinks he deserves it. His reason for wanting it is just as stupid as all the reasons the other characters (who aren’t Flower or the Announcer) gave for wanting it, and those were all treated as jokes. Hell, Firey (and by extension Leafy) DEFINITELY had a better reason for wanting the damn thing.

Why are we supposed to be taking this seriously? Purple Face has been nothing but a joke character the entire season, and now they suddenly want people to feel bad for him. So much of this scene is dedicated to him over Flower and the Announcer, the two this scene should have been focused on.

Time to get to the much weaker of the two plots.

Gelatin Helps Four Find Out His Value

Okay, I’m about to be way too overly negative, so let’s have something positive for a breather. “Choo Choo! Think again, Balloon Buddy!” is one of the best jokes in the entire series. I will not elaborate.

So, Four starts to run away, and all the characters who didn’t go after Purple Face (except Profily) chase after him. After a bit, they all end up on the sun, and a character gives a speech about how they’re all mad at Four, how he’s hurt them and been mean to them throughout the entire season, and he still expects them to all stick around for him?

Pretty nice speech, I wonder which character gives it?

Maybe Bubble? She’s constantly going under ire and has had to take a lot of shit this season.

Or maybe Flower! Maybe she could reflect on when she was a bad person, and how she turned around to better herself, and try to impart the things she learned onto Four.

Perhaps X! They’re Four’s best friend, and have certainly been hurt by him throughout this season. Maybe he could show Four sympathy for the objects? This is probably the best option, because of how close these characters are.

But no, none of these characters make this speech.

Gelatin makes this speech.

Gelatin.

Motherfucking Gelatin.

MOTHERFUCKING. FORK-FLINGING. PEOPLE-PUSHING. BOMBY-EXPLODING. GELATIN.

Gelatin is the last character who should be giving a speech about how being mean to people is bad. HE IS A GODDAMN MENACE! HAVING HIM SAY THIS MAKES HIM INTO A GIANT HYPOCRITE!

And then they play a montage on the BFB to show how fun this season actually was, and convince Four that they all really do like him. Am I the only one that thinks Four got off a little scot-free for the whole murdering and tormenting his contestants thing?

Whatever, let’s take a look at the supposedly “fun” moments of BFB that they want to give Four credit for:

Flower getting excited for like a second that she didn’t get eliminated, before running off in embarrassment because she tried to celebrate with the contestant who actually did get eliminated

A scene mere moments before Four despawns X again

A bunch of people playing with the popper toys, something that had no involvement from Four and likely would have happened regardless of his presence

A scene mere moments before Leafy painfully burns to death

Gelatin’s fork stack, which definitely didn’t involve Four because it happened before they showed up

The boring-ass train ride from BFB 21

Four’s almost-four-way-tie song, which I guess gets a pass

Aside from the last one maybe, how is ANY of this meant so show how much fun the cast has had with Four? And to top it all off the most unfitting piano music plays over the whole thing. Absolute dumpster fire of a montage.

Ending Thoughts on BFB 30

Everyone gets together to have a party and all is well in the world. Except for those 50000 dead Davids in Davidland. A shame, really. (that was a joke)

Wow, this best friends line sure aged well, didn’t it, Teardrop? (Actually thinking about it now they probably planned for Teardrop to join TPOT by this point. So why include this line when they already knew one of his best friends ditched him?)

This line is really corny. But also kinda charming? Weird. I guess all she really wanted in the end was friends, and now she has them! Good for her.

And you know, if I ignore how much I dislike how Post-Split reconciled Firey and Leafy, this scene is really cute. Very nice note to end on.

For the episode, that is. We still have stuff to talk about here.

So, about BFB 30 as a whole. Do I think it’s a good BFDI episode? Yeah, I guess. I have my problems with it (as I have more than made clear), but it still has a lot of laughs, and things conclude in a halfway decent way. So yeah, it’s a good episode.

But is it a good finale? I don’t think so. This is supposed to be BFB’s last hurrah, its final impact on the viewers. It should be putting its best foot forward here, but it drops the ball on so many things I can’t in good conscience say it was a satisfying conclusion to the season.

I just hope TPOT handles its finale a lot better.

Post-Split as a Whole

Welp, that certainly was a ride. Time for some closing thoughts.

While it might seem like I dislike characters like Gelatin from what I’ve said in this rant, I really don’t. I like these characters in the other seasons they’re in! Post-Split just kinda doesn’t do all that great with them.

Additionally, I don’t hate Post-Split either. I don’t love it, though. It’s just okay. It has some high highs, and some pretty deep lows. It has a lot of little things (and some major ones) that all together keep me from loving it like I do all the other seasons.

I’ve seen some people say the Split was the nail in the coffin for BFB, that there was no way Post-Split could have lived up to what came before. I don’t share this opinion. Episodes like BFB 20 and 26 (and to a lesser extent, 28 and 29, and to an even lesser extent, 22) show to me that Post-Split could have been something special.

So what happened? Why did Post-Split turn out the way it did?

I don’t know. I’m not here to do any meta-analysis or anything.

I’m just here to rant.

And rant I have.

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delusioncorner · 7 months ago

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Gasp, Imposter!

Nightwing x Reader (T)

[Y/n] is a newer Bludhaven-based vigilante who has been steadily gaining the trust of a certain blue and black bird-themed masked hero. after he goes MIA for a week, he returns looking....slightly different.

I sit atop a building, listening to my completely-normal-totally-not-altered radio for any reported crime. It's weird resorting back to this odd secretive and secluded way of patroling but ever since Nightwing up and disappeared last Monday, I have no choice. He was slowly becoming my patrolling partner as much as he swore up and down that he "didn't want me around" and how I was "such a nuisance seriously go bother someone else" but he's a real softy under that dumb spandex exterior. He even gave me a special in-ear a couple of weeks ago just so he could talk to me, even if we were only several blocks away, checking in to make sure I was fairing well and even calling me if he needed help. He's gone though. Where? I don't know but god, hopefully he's okay.

A crackling through the radio snaps me out of my Nightwing-centered trance. I turn it up a little so I can hear the voices better.

...I have reports of a 211 on Red Line South. Backup requested immediately.

The dispatcher sounds a little worried. Maybe a bit too worried for a supposed robbery in progress. Jumping to my feet, I decided that the edge in her voice is enough of a reason for me to go check that out. I shake the nerves off for what feels like the 80th time that week and remind myself that this is not my first rodeo and it will not be the last. I do some stretching, sharing away any nerves. Welcoming that familiar light buzz that fills me every time I know I'm gonna kick some ass and help someone in this shitty town. I take a final deep breath. And I jump. Grappling from building to building. Flying and dipping through the air. As I soar through the sky I can't help but let out a cry of excitement and anticipation. I love this part of my night.

It's when I'm about halfway to Red Line that I see him. Nightwing, just a few buildings over running and jumping in the same direction as me. Does he see me? Does he know I've been worried sick about him for days? Unable to sleep because I had no idea what had happened to him? I go to yell his name but he plummets into an alley before my mouth gets a chance to form the "n". Landing on a fire escape, I wonder if I should go find him and tell him how sick I've been. How I've missed his stupid voice.

"Put the weapon away now!" A loud booming voice shouts, shaking me to my core. He sounds rough and gritty and one would think he was the criminal in question with a dangerous voice like that. Looking down I see Nightwing with his escrima sticks wielded and realize that I was once again a victim to my own thought and while I was pining over him he managed to sprint 2 blocks over to where I am now. I make a move to jump down but that's when I notice something really interesting. He's grown at least like 4 inches? Right? I mean he is looming over that robber- who, upon further examination, did in fact shoot that cop that was on the scene- but the robber couldn't be any taller than me....

I stay at my place on the fire escape and watch as this Nightwing skillfully disarms the menace while causing minimal damage to the man whose name is Doug because of course, returns the bag to the woman who was cowering around the corner, and checks on and stays with the cop lying on the side of the alley until his backup finally shows up 45 minutes later. The whole time I'm watching this I'm taking mental notes. His mannerisms are much stiffer and strict, he's not making his signature quips, and he definitely didn't do some sort of dumb flip while he was fighting that man which he almost always seems to do. When the backup arrives I make my escape to the top of the building. I had nothing to do with that altercation- even though I siked myself up and prepared for the fight of a lifetime with Doug the burglar- so there's really no reason for me to deal with any sort of cops tonight. I sit on the roof thinking about all the differences I spotted while observing Nightwing tonight and I decide that there's 100% something going on with him. Maybe he's ill? No, that can't be it he would've just stayed home, no? Well then maybe he's decided to turn a newer, more serious leaf? Noooo I don't think that's it either he really loves sassily fighting crime. Maybe he's brainwashed? But then why would he still be actively saving people? Wouldn't the brainwashers want him to go underground or something? I really don't think they'd-

"Who are you and why were you watching me?" The man parading as Nightwing snarls. God damn you, brain. I turn around to look for him. I don't see him at first But I know he's up here somewhere. That's when I saw him. A figure in the shadow. Hes big. Bigger than Nightwing that's for sure. Even though he's standing several feet away you can tell that this man is built like a brick house.

"Who are you and why are you pretending to be Nightwing?"

He's silent. Then he says, "I asked you first."

"Yeah okay, that's really mature. I'm Vulpine. You're impersonating my friend and I want to know why. Now you," I tilt my head up to show him I'm not fucking around.

"I'm a friend of Nightwing's. He's going to be out of town for a while but he wanted me to come here and make sure the city is doing fine." The man says this in a curt tone that makes it clear that he isn't going to answer any more questions I ask.

Tsk.

"And you had to dress like him?" Even though I can't see his face I just know he's staring at me.

"I had to make sure I didn't raise any eyebrows." He is very rapidly getting tired of me already. It makes me giddy.

"Hate to break it to you, dude, but little 5-foot-8-biult-like-a-dancer Nightwing is now.... what are you like 6 feet tall? He's somehow grown 4 whole inches in the past week and he's magically built like a freight train? Yeah fucking right. It would've been better if you just showed up in whatever you wear normally. Something akin to a bat, mayhaps?"

"You can't just say 'mayhaps'-"

"I can."

"No. You can't. Listen, I don't know what you know but it's clearly too much. I will be having a discussion with Nightwing about this as soon as possible. If I find out you were lying for even a second, I will find you." He steps out of the shadow he is under to deliver that last line. He's dramatic. I like him.

"Yeah, alright. When you talk to him tell him I miss him. Okay?" I give "Nightwing" a lopsided smile and decide that maybe tonight is not a patrol night. I salute the man and turn, jumping from the roof and grappling away. As I swing toward my house I can only hope that Batman- because that was clearly Batman- relays my message to the real Nightwing.

My first fic on here omg! This was loosely based on the newest edition of the Nightwing comic where Bruce dresses up as Nightwing and watches over Bludhaven for him. I thought It would be funny to write because clearly Bruce is built very differently from Dick and I just think it would be SOOOO obvious to others that it wasn't their typical Nightwing. It's not technically a Nightwing/ Reader fic buuuutttttttt it's like implied maybe. Like if you squint there's a small bit of chemistry and a lot of pining. Maybe I'll make another part.

#dick greyson #dick grayson #nightwing #batman #bruce wayne #dc comics #fic #first post #honestly for shits and gigs #Please be nice #Im sensitive

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feuqueerfire · 8 months ago

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A Shop for Killers Live Blogging

I almost started watching My Stand-In (8 eps out) but am feeling a pull for this instead. I knew this had Lee Dong Wook when I came across it but forgot until right now when looking at the poster again haha. I'm hoping it's fun and action-packed and interesting.

Ep 1 (June 18)

that was pretty interesting intro, some guy trying to kill Jian and the woman in the house seems a danger too and maybe also the other guy who was lying down

They don't write Jian's full name in the subs even though the characters are clearly saying Jung Jian

머더헬프 = Murder Help? Mother Help? the translations say "murthehelp" but what?

so is the intro going to come up later? I don't think it said anything about "_ ago" or "_ later" when this scene started...

he's dead?! well i'd like to see his body to make sure it's not a fakeout

1 year ago

Her uncle is 1) expecting some sort of attack and preparing for it and 2) terrorizing people who wrong them/Jian

the last thing he said to her was her student number? but that was a 1 year ago, they haven't had any contact since then or what

ayo what the hell, we're getting to see the body? and it's actually him, not some other guy to pretend he died?

Is the synopsis that the uncle dies? idk why I thought her parents died, so she started living with her uncle

what does the tattoo say

oh lmfao it says murthehelp, I suppose the episode title was correct indeed

Does Bae Jeongmin know anything? or involved in any way? he's offering to clean the bathroom where Jinman died and he could be just being nice or hiding something

Comrade Lee Yonghan - name to remember?

Jeongmin found a (burner?) phone hm

drama at the funeral

Jinman was helping out everybody with money troubles in secret?

lived together for 10 years? so 1 year ago, did she move out?

aw, Jian breaking down alone at home

gun selling website behind the hose business

how many ppl are on her ass bruh

Ep 2 (June 18)

jinman's name 3 times to the sky

bro wtf did Jinman do for everybody to be hating him or seeking revenge or somethingggg? Did his enemies kill his mother and come to kill his brother and SIL?

the same burner phone a decade ago

[Linguistics] They keep using 금방, which I didn't know meant soon but that's fun. it's the syllables switched of 방금, which means just now/a moment ago. short time in the future vs past.

this guy who knows the password reminds me a bit of Wi Hajoon for some reason. I should watch a show with him soon

I've had recurring nightmares as a child and pre-teen about home invasions and such people coming to our house and having to escape like this. so proud of little Jian for escaping

who did the car hit? Jian? why'd it seem like a grown man running towards the house though, it wouldn't be Jinman, right?

this is so fucked up man, her escaping the hospital room and having to hide in the morgue in a little space beside her mother's corpse and she didn't even fully know that the parents are dead

why is he so mean to her lakjdf let's kill him, especially cuz he's the reason her parents and grandma are dead anyway

can't go one korean show without some terrible bully children

fuckkk this bringing her back to that day and getting mad that he came so late despite saying he'd be right back and finally speaking again

hm, the woman with the bob left but she's gonna be back to get caught in the fire with her and Jeongmin later

Ah, a shop for killers; he has a shop where killers can buy

is Jian Code Green?

well, they killed him and are now coming for her, so much for code green

What's up with all this? They banded together to kill Jinman, I'm assuming? And now that he's dead, they're getting rid of their codes (literally in their bodies), and going to kill his niece? Why?

Ep 3 (June 18)

damn, he's on some drugs. and he's faking it to see what Jian would do or something I guess? what are the chances he's doing it again right now by faking his death?

What was that? Does Jeongmin also have a code thing in him? or ig not since it said Error

oh, is the woman actually here to help/protect Jian? I'd noticed that she wasn't with all the men who were planning on killing Jian at the end of last ep

does this woman speak Korean with an accent?

So we aren't counting bullets with the little pistol ig

close the workshed door at least

Brother... also a helper?

Ep 4 (June 19)

damn

name to remember: Bale

oh, is that "Brother" guy the same guy? I couldn't see his face

oh, that's Pasin

Is Pasin also dead, hope not

yesss Jian Muay Thai expert

pls the karaoke guy always singing at the restaurant while watching TV -> singing on TV is so fun

The Minsook girl seems like she could do so much better than hanging out with those bully, cowardly boys (i think it's funny that she stole Jinman's watch but after getting stared down, returned it and apologized). i hope she'll show up again

Damn, Pasin ran off with people's money?

D: these cameras

Brother's working with Mihye

Oh, Jeongmin suddenly becoming bolder/harsher and stopping Brother guy from speaking... just as he's about to give more info...

Brother says to not trust Jeongmin... but Jeongmin doesn't trust Brother... I don't trust either fully

Brother says Jinman's died because of Jeongmin but he doesn't know how

Brother and Jeongmin at each other's throats and Jian's guy pointed at Jeongmin. who to trust?

why would clicking on 0404 kill them... Jeongmin...

Weapon shopping mall

Mihye does know Brother, though I assume she met him as a child

...choosing Jeongmin?

ah, I did wonder for a second whether at least Jinman wouldn't think that Jeongmin had locker her in because how would Jeongmin know where she was even at night + not go get anybody?

well, Jeongmin turning out to not be good isn't a surprise, especially the way he started behaving once Brother was here but from when I suspected him at the start + started suspecting him again in the middle of this episode, they were good at making me go like hm, perhaps he's not evil

good parallel with Jinman being like you must be responsible for your choices and Jian's decision to keep it meant she witnessed the cat's death and also her decision to trust Jeongmin over Brother resulted in her current predicament.

Jian was dumb to trust Jeongmin but people are seriously being too mean and flippant about her in the reddit on-air thread, makes me frown.

Ep 5 (June 19)

a manual labour part-time job, not website-making

he's not working on his own obviously, he's got some other people he answers to. seems like the big draw is money?

oh yeah, I'd wondered if he had somehow known about the site already when he was first "finding" it with Jian but it was a passing thought

hmmm these people who recruited Jeongmin basically, are they the ones who killed Jian's parents and grandma? And are they ones who were at Jinnam's funeral? Because those people didn't seem to be the weapons buyers who were trying to kill Jian

Damn, the other guy really just got shot in the head

I guess Jeongmin's actor cute baby face helps sell this sort of role because I think they said he was a killer in Blind or something too

cameras everywhere, including seeing Jeongmin mess around

so those people want access to murthehelp?

Naur, how could Jinman fall for a fake recording of Jian? I don't even know if she'd call for help from this like that... wouldn't it be Jeong Jinman x3? Maybe he's playing bc girl what. I think he'd at least just call her phone straight up just to see

damn that's wild, he just believed that 5 second recording and killed himself while believing that the people who supposedly kidnapped his niece would let her go if he dies? doubt it. i think he's still alive or Something bc wtf

right, so the show also knows that's way too easy...

btw where are Mihye and Brother?

oh lmfao they just left her there to fend for herself

oh yeah, I was wondering what he'd done secretly when he remodeled the house

hm, so Babylon also came? and the two teams are working together now or what?

hilarious "[the killer robot dog] is gonna steal our jobs later, you know"

this fight/shooting scene is so video game-y to me

why didn't Brother get the gun from the hallway and sneak up on the guy or something? good thing Pisan got here at the perfect time ig

We found out stuff behind Jinman's death and who's behind it but I still found this ep boring somehow...

Ep 6 (June 20)

ngl I wanna just finish this show and be done with it today so maybe I'll watch at 1.25x (I did that for the second half of ep 5 last night) unless I start Really liking it and wanna savour it

So seems like backstory is: Jinnam was doing stuff and killing people or whatever in a big team, which included Bale. Then 14 years ago he saw Bale kill a child in cold-blood because "there can't be witnesses." The killers here all seem trained and capable. He probably leaves/runs away and that's why he finally goes to his family but Bale and the people are all chasing him and killing his family and want to kill him. because of him as a witness or some other reason? I think 13 years ago Jian was living with Jinman so it makes sense ig

oh, so they were mercenaries and the mission was to take that guy to safety but Bale killed civilians.

damn, Jinman lied on the stand for Bale

Bale is scary af

Enough scantily clad women in vulnerable positions i feel ill and upset every time

is this Mihye?

ah, Bale literally saying that he'd kill all of Jinman's family and friends if he's still alive

he said he'd take out Jinman last... but Jian is still left... idk I'm just looking for clues that he's still alive somehow lmfao

ah, no more bullets to properly take out Bale but they assumed he was dead

Who is the person who's supposed to be tailing Jinman?

Bale didn't give Jinman time to Breathe, mans went back to his family and Immediately they started dropping like flies

I liked this ep, action, backstory, and answers. and also perhaps a more engaging story or maybe just the sort of story i'm more in the mood for rather than the other episodes.

Also, Lee Dongwook looked good whenever he had his hair down like toward the end of the ep when he's out of uniform and has the bandaid on his face.

Ep 7 (June 20)

is the guy who Mihye's staying with the same guy who went to save Jian but then got killed + his arm chopped off?

ohh, it must be him because I'm remembering that he also typed the answer on the phone to show Jian, right? and he uses sign language here too. though is he the one who called Jinman when his brother died? probably not

ohhh these fuckers orchestrated that murder-suicide story for Jian's parents

wait the deaf friend who I've been thinking has a nice face is named Honda here and he was also the main character in The Director Buys Me Dinner?!

so even the guy who gave the warning actually did it so that Jinman would leave and be ambushed

oh yeah, I'd wondered if the car broken down lady was actually part of the plan and seems like yeah

so not just Bale's conspiracy but entire Babylon wants Jinman dead because he lied about what happened and how Bale "died"

He needs a long-term plan... and that's why he's either not dead or died knowing exactly what was going to happen after

Aw, Pasin, Mihye, Brother, Jian all in that house

I'm liking the backstory episdoes. I liked the backstory in earlier episodes of young Jian when people were dying and how her and Jinman interacted but then I got bored of the backstories in the middle of when she was a teenager because it felt like we weren't getting scenes that needed half the episode to itself but these two episodes were interesting to see why everything was happening and the story just interested me more. Interesting use of flashbacks though because in the earlier eps, we were doing 50-50 flashbacks and current time, both in Jian's POV but now we've done 100% flashbacks in Jinman's POV.

Last ep, 1 hour left, we'll see how they wrap it up.

Ep 8 (June 20)

parallels with her hiding in her room while this fucker's out to get her

oof, Brother dead

It's really not fun to have everybody fighting and dying while Jian just stands and watches in horror even while everybody's telling her to run, thus also distracting them. either help or escape bruh

okay I defended Jian from people calling her stupid in like the ep 4 reactions or whatever but she's so frustrating now. i get she Wants To Know What Happened but just giving away her position and trying to talk to this guy is so... like he literally has a gun

dying, the way the guy was talking about and to Jeongmin before and after killing him was really funny

oh lol Brother was wearing a bulletproof vest. but on that note, what about Mihye? and also I can't believe it's seeming more and more like Jinman truly just offed himself over a fake recording like actually wtf, like he actually would not do that he can't be so stupid

okay she did it, clean bullet through the head, good job Jian

ah, so every killer came to kill them all because Babylon was offering bounty for their deaths. but what about Bale? or is he just fine w Jinman dead or thought dead or whatever

so funny, they're all like yaaas tax-free prize + sales on weaponry

thought the bus would have Jinman lol

okay, duh. ofc he's alive duh and comes right after Jian has managed to escape/survive/etc.

Kind of anticlimactic but tracks with what we've seen in the earlier eps I guess. Also, no Bale? Some people on the on-air thread said we're supposed to assume that maybe Jinman was fighting with Bale and that's why he's weak and bruised? idk.

Overall:

Interesting premise + interesting execution with all the flashbacks, especially because it was like eps 1 - 4: about half is flashbacks to Jian's childhood/growning up with Jinman/teenagehood in her POV, ep 5: Jeongmin's POV flashback for about half, eps 6 - 7: almost entirely Jinman POV flashbacks, ep 8: almost no flashbacks. I think I liked some of the early Jian's POV eps (ep 2 comes to mind) and quite enjoyed eps 6 - 7 which gave us more backstory. I do have to say the flashbacks cutting through the current action was sometimes bothersome, especially after we'd established important stuff in the first few eps and were showing stuff in the middle episodes that didn't need as much screentime, specifically Jian's teenage life. I thought ep 5 was also weak af.

I found Jinman intriguing and mysterious and understood him despite being frustrated with how he treated Jian at times. Jian I liked way more at the beginning but then started being kind of annoyed toward the end at times. Mihye was soooo cool.

It was a surprisingly funny show, especially in regard to how this is just a job for these mercenaries and killers lol

The ending was a bit anticlimactic in terms of how things were resolved + there was a bunch of important threads that were unfinished (aiming for a season 2?). I wasn't surprised by the ending but I don't know if they were aiming for that anyway, I think they knew the audience to predict it and were okay with it.

idk what to rate it, like it's fine, I liked it well enough, likely will never think about it again, but may watch season 2 if it ever airs. I guess I liked it more than Killed Paradox (I actually barely remember that show, esp the second half? nothing in my brain)

Rating: 6.5/10

#a shop for killers #ep by ep commentary

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bergeronprocess · 1 year ago

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The men of Wylde Flowers power rankings

Keep in mind I'm still in spring, so I might learn more things about these guys that moves them up or down later. But for now:

1. ANGUS. Omg I wish romancing him was an option (Francis is very sweet though). He's perfect. He's a baker, he makes puns, he's part Scottish. Sigh...

2. Thomas. When my friend told me there's no romance route for him, I was mad as hell. He would just be perfect to like soften up over time and fall for. Dreamy. We could talk shit about Marty.

3. Damon. The game is trying to put us together lol we had one conversation where Lina was ragging him for being single and I chose the answer that was like "Aw Lina, let him be" and that conversation eventually led to like "Maybe we can go out sometime?" But nothing further yet. He just seems like a good guy overall.

4. Kai. All those surfing injury stories are gnarly but he does have cool stuff in his shop.

5. Francis. Nice guy, very cosmopolitan, talented at his job. Please go to sleep sometimes, Francis. Maybe I can make you a sleeping potion. Please sleep.

6. Parker. Just seems like a friendly fella. He has that good spatial reasoning - he has to for his job - and I like that. Has his hands full with the twins. He just had me get him some tulips for his anniversary and that was really sweet.

7. Bruno. The fact that his stand is called Soft and Son's but Otto doesn't want anything to do with it is so sad. Okay so maybe he has a drinking problem but nobody's perfect.

8. Shelby. I'm not put off by the "weird guy living in the woods" thing and he has some smart stuff to say. He alluded to some of his relatives having been killed in the Holocaust and that broke my heart.

9. Getting hit by a bus

10. Cameron. I'm from the south. I've seen lots of these charismatic smooth-talking religious hucksters. I don't trust Cameron one dang bit.

11. Otto. Totally fake ass politician trying to get the votes from an electorate of, what, twelve? I don't trust him either. Trying to spread all that "be afraid of your neighbors" Nextdoor crap. I just know he's gonna try to go all Crucible on the coven if he finds out anyone's identities. (I am trying to be friendly to Vanessa though - she told me the story of her friend Amy and I just felt sad for her.)

12. Marty. This man is the feds or something. We've had like 3 interactions and every one has me going 🤨. The fact he was clearly lying about his last name and almost tripped on it. The weird hesitation to tell me he used to be a consultant. Calling me a "girl farmer" like sir I am a grown woman. When I first learned that a rancher was coming, I thought oh nice maybe another romantic prospect. But even if a romance route was available for this guy, I would absolutely not take it.

Maybe next time I play through, I should pick "Claire" when Hazel asks me about my former fiance's name and then pursue Amira because she was coming on HARD to me 😳

I should power rank the women later too lol

#wylde flowers

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marstonandson · 1 year ago

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Tearful Reunions

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Now that he's on his own, Jack stumbles across two people from his parents' past and gets a little comfort along the way.

Chapter 1: Mrs. Adler

Jack glanced up at the saloon, one he’d never been to before, wondering if this was even a good idea. It was possible she wouldn’t even remember him. The last time they saw each other, he was just a boy, but his few memories of her were good ones. She’d always been good to him, even from the beginning.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the saloon doors and strode up to the bar, surveying the place while he waited for the bartender. “Hey there, friend. Whiskey, if you could.” The man nodded and poured out a drink, sliding the glass toward his outstretched hand. Without any reservation, Jack downed it, barely making a face, and met the bartender’s eyes. “I was told I could find someone at this here saloon.”

In turn, the bartender narrowed his eyes. “Depends. If you got the proper motivation I may be able to help you.”

Without blinking, Jack reached into his pocket and slammed ten dollars onto the counter. “Do you know a woman named Sadie Adler? I was told she frequents this place.”

The bartender’s gaze slid down toward the money, where he carefully picked it up to leaf through it. Without looking back up, he nodded. “Comes in here to play poker from time to time. Should be in the back. She’s a scary one though, mister, I suggest you find someone else if you’re looking for company in bed.”

“Thanks.” Jack knew better than to argue about the situation, pushing off of the bar to walk past the drunken fools around him and toward the door the man had indicated. As he approached, he could hear voices.

“I fold.”

“Aha! I told ya, Thompson, you ain’t gonna get a cent outta me!”

“Of course not. You’re just a cheatin’ whore!” A chair scraped against the ground.

“I know you are, so what am I? See you next week when you’re ready to give me more money!” The door swung open and a middle-aged man stormed out, bumping Jack’s shoulder hard. Another man inside sighed.

“Oh, give it a rest, Adler. One day it’ll be your brains on the wall.”

“As if he could even move fast enough to shoot an armadillo stuck in mud. If it’s a duel he wants, it’s a duel he’ll get, but he ain’t walkin’ away from it.”

Jack breathed in, trying not to look as nervous as he felt, and pushed the door open. In the poker room sat a man and a woman. The woman had her feet up on the table, dozens of poker chips around her. Her blonde hair was streaked with gray, cut about shoulder length and adorned with a white hat. She glanced up as the door opened, and the smile faded from her face as she pulled her feet off the table.

“John?” she asked, nearly breathless. “I heard…I thought you was dead!”

For what felt like the thousandth time, Jack’s heart shattered. God, he really looked like his father, didn’t he? “I’m…I’m afraid he is dead, ma’am.”

“You know this feller, Adler?” The man beside her asked, looking between the two like it was a game.

Sadie’s face twisted from shock, to confusion, to recognition. She blinked once, then twice, then suddenly got to her feet, the chair scraping loudly against the wood. “Jack?”

His eyes pricked, but he blinked and smiled to hide it. “Yeah. ‘M all grown now.”

“That you is! You son of a bitch, c’mere!” She rushed forward, hugging him less than gracefully, and as relief coursed through his veins, he returned it. “You was just a boy last time I saw you! Now look how big you’ve gotten!” Sadie pulled away after a moment, inspecting him closer, her eyes taking in every detail of his new look. “I’m so glad to see you. How the hell are you?”

“I’m fine,” he replied, for a moment a little uncomfortable about the coddling when there was a stranger in the room. On the other hand, she reminded him of his mother, and he took comfort in that.

Sadie looked at him like she knew his answer was a lie, then gestured to the table. “C’mon, take a seat. And Mr. Martin, get out of here.”

“But -”

“I said get out.”

The man looked at Jack, then Sadie, then sighed, grabbing his hat. He sent Jack one last look before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. She grinned at Jack, gesturing toward the table again, and they each took a seat.

Sadie leaned her elbows on her knees, watching him like she was looking at a dead man. He supposed, in a way, she was. He was John’s legacy.

“How’s your Ma?”

Jack knew this question would be coming, but it still hurt as if a train had collided with his chest. “...I buried her last month.”

“Oh, no…” she murmured, her eyes darkening as she looked down at the ground. After a few seconds, she reached forward, placing a hand on his knee. “I’m so sorry, Jack.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, remembering how frail Abigail had become after John’s death, how her health had just been deteriorating for years on end until it finally claimed her life. He hoped, wherever they were now, they were together.

“I heard you was in Armadillo, Mrs. Adler,” he said, opening his eyes to change the subject. “Wasn’t even sure if you’d remember me, but I figured I’d stop by for old times’ sake.”

Sadie’s brows shot up. “Not remember you? The Marstons’ boy? How could I not remember you, Jack? You was always a little firecracker. I liked you. Never hesitated to give your old man some of that backtalk.”

Jack found himself smiling a little. “I’ll never forget those sweets you snuck me before dinnertime. Ma just about killed us.”

She lit up. “Thankfully we could use Uncle as a scapegoat, the old dog.” Jack hadn’t heard his name in a while, either. His chest twisted painfully again. She seemed to notice, and got to her feet. “Stay here, partner. I’m gonna get us some drinks, on me.”

“You don’t have to -”

“‘Course I do. You’re family.” She smiled, then left the poker room, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Glancing up at the ceiling, Jack let out a long sigh and slowly reached for his father’s hat, taking it off to place on the table. His gaze wandered to the bookshelf in the corner, and he wondered if he ought to start writing that book he always joked he would write. Would that make John proud? Or would this, this life he was living now, make him proud?

For as long as he could remember, he’d wanted to be like John. And John always fought against it. Now, he supposed, he knew why.

The door swung open and Sadie returned with three glasses. She slid two of them toward him, smiling kindly. “Looks like you needed the extra.”

He didn’t even have the energy to thank her, and instead wordlessly picked up one of the glasses. Swirling the liquid around for a moment, he furrowed his brows. “You…lost your husband a long time ago, didn’t you, Mrs. Adler?”

Her eyes softened. “Yes, I did. It’s how I ended up joinin’ the gang. And jeez, Jack, call me Sadie already.”

“Sorry.” He watched the alcohol ripple in its glass. “After Pa died, I was so focused on takin’ care of Ma like he always told me to and…and now that she’s gone, I…” As his eyes began to burn, he brought the glass to his lips, trying to focus on the burn in his throat instead. He took a deep breath. “I found him, Sadie. Found the man who killed my father, and I killed him. I thought it would make things easier, but it ain’t. Nothin’s easy.”

Sadie was quiet for a moment, then scooted her chair a little closer. “No, it ain’t easy,” she said, the gentlest he’d ever heard her be, “It ain’t easy ‘cause you’re your pa’s kid. Y’know he did the same thing.”

“What?”

“Him, and me, and Charles, we all went after the feller who killed your Uncle Arthur,” she explained, leaning back in her seat. “I always heard the folk in camp talk about Dutch’s philosophy, or whatever it was. ‘Revenge is a fool’s game’, they’d say. But revenge kept us all goin’. It’s the only reason we survived this long. I killed the man who killed my Jakey, and I don’t regret it one bit.”

Jack looked down at his lap, placing the glass down and squeezing his gloved hands into tight fists. “It felt good,” he admitted, remembering the surprised look on Ross’ face before he fell to the ground. “Real good. But since then, nothin’s made any sense. Nothin’s fair. I…I miss ‘em both so much.”

“It’s a cruel world we live in, Jack Marston,” she agreed. “The pain gets easier to bear, but it also sometimes hits ya out of nowhere like a group of bandits. Someday, you’ll find a nice lady, settle down like they always wanted you to. You’re still young. You’ll be fine.”

“It don’t feel fine,” he choked, wondering why he was even saying all of this. Hot tears spilled over and began falling down onto his lap. The sound of a scraping chair filled his ears as Sadie came closer. His head soon rested against her chest, a gentle hand running through his hair. He cried harder, knowing he hadn’t been treated this kindly in months, making him miss his mother more than ever.

Sadie held him for a while, not saying anything, just letting him cry. Eventually, as it slowed, she sighed softly. “I never got around to havin’ children,” she said, “and it ain’t my place to say, but I’m proud of you, Jack. Real proud. You’ve grown into a fine man.”

Carefully, Jack sat up, wiping away at his face. “...Thank you.” He didn’t feel like one, but he appreciated the sentiment nonetheless. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t think our reunion was gonna go like this.”

“Nonsense, don’t apologize. I just have that charmin’, put-you-at-ease effect on people.”

He smiled slightly. “I think my Pa would disagree with that.”

“And I’d kick his ass for it,” she replied, returning the smile. “Where you been stayin’?”

“Camping around, mostly,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Since Ma died, I…can’t bring myself to stay at Beecher’s Hope.”

Sadie nodded, getting to her feet. “I didn’t have that problem. Micah burned my fuckin’ house down,” she sighed, offering a hand. “C’mon, my house ain’t far. Just for a night, let’s get a roof over your head.”

Jack blinked. “You sure?”

“Sure, I’m sure. Your parents were friends of mine, Jack, so you’re a friend of mine, too. C’mon now.”

Forcing air into his lungs, he nodded, reaching forward to take the last glass and down it. Then he took Sadie’s hand to let her pull him up. Together, they headed outside, mounted their horses, and he followed her to a small cabin a little outside of town. It was everything one person could need; a small kitchen, a single bed, a bathtub.

“When’s the last time you got any sleep?” she asked, which completely caught him off guard.

“Um…few days, maybe,” he admitted. Sleep was harder than it had ever been in his life before. He’d be lying if he said the fatigue wasn’t getting to him; his whole body felt heavy.

Sadie gave him a knowing smile, like she had once gone through the same thing. “Lie down then, partner.”

“Oh, n-no, no, this is your bed. I can’t possibly -”

“It’s an order. In you get, before I cut off that pretty hair of yours.”

Jack gulped. No wonder his father always seemed to follow Sadie’s lead instead of the other way around. Carefully, he sat on the edge of the bed, then moved to lay down, breathing in the smell of smoke and whiskey. Sadie sat beside him, shaking her head slightly.

“Do you still read them storybooks you used to love?”

“Sometimes.” His body felt heavier by the minute.

“Last time we saw each other, you were readin’ one about…uh…flyin’ monkeys or some such…”

Jack smiled, his eyelids fluttering closed. “Wizard of Oz.”

“Yeah! The man behind the curtain. Callin’ himself a wizard is mighty high self-praise though, I’ll tell you that. And I’d be surprised if a scarecrow could walk around without a brain, but plenty of fellers do that every day…”

While she spoke, for a moment, he was on the couch at home, with Abigail in the armchair and John by the fire. He was safe. He was happy. He was young.

He was happy to have that, for just that moment, before sleep whisked him away.

#red dead redemption #rdr1 #rdr2 #jack marston #sadie adler #this is chapter 1 #next will be charles !!!#just think that jack deserves a hug #that's all im saying #my writing #agoldengalaxy #my post

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mew-cake · 2 years ago

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I'd like to see you rewrite Magical Destroyers if you hate it so much.

This sounds like a sarcastic "well I'd like to see YOU do better" sort of comment but for the sake of creative exorcise I'll take it seriously.

It's hard to "rewrite" this series while still respecting it. Especially since it was a passion project from Jun Inagawa. He incorporated a lot of his personal experiences and feelings into the story and that's something I don't want to take away from. So for the most part, I'll only be adding ideas and themes to it.

Primarily, women. Add women. The whole story is an analysis of otaku fandom and culture, and women have been a huge part of that from the beginning. Even if socially, it's a male dominated space, women are still a part of that. So in this hyper stylized exaggerated world, explore what it's like to be a women in those spaces. The way shoujo series tend to be dismissed, the way women are sometimes "tested" to see if they're a "true fan", and the unwanted attention sometimes given just by existing as a woman within a mostly male fandom space.

The magical girls need to actually be given their own character arcs. I'll be honest half the time it didn't even feel like they liked each other. So make them actual friends, have actual relationships between one another, and don't make their entire involvement in the plot center around Otaku Hero lordy be. He can still be important to them (I would argue he should be more of a father figure to them), but he shouldn't be the ONLY thing important to them. They can still originate from Origin and whatever, but they have to be their own people.

In terms of specifics, take out the weird stuff in episode 4 about the kids. Because in that situation, the dads were objectively in the wrong. And especially don't imply that a crowd of grown men are aroused by an elementary school boy. Don't do that. Ever.

And if weird anime tropes ARE employed, SAY SOMETHING ABOUT IT. Don't just have the trope, say "this is a trope!" and move on. Explore why that's a thing. Let other characters express how it makes them feel. There was a brief moment in episode 2 when Pink mentioned how she doesn't like all the otaku staring at her, which was an interesting point that never gets explored!

Oh yeah! There was the "elite 4" type characters? Who barely made any presence in the show at all. Do something more with that. Honestly with Himawari and her brother, I thought they were gonna say something about how her brother forced his sister into indulging his weird fantasies, and she was conflicted because she didn't want to do that stuff, but she also loved her brother. But then they didn't. She was just mad that she wasn't killed by her brother too in a weird way?? I don't know. Anyway, explore that.

I have other ideas, but these are the basic concepts I would add. It's mostly me adding in MY own experience as an anime fan and how I feel about the culture and fanbase. Of course, all of this is a generalization. And writing out a plot summery is much different then actually writing a 13 episode TV show. I am not saying my version is better. This is simply my personal preference.

None of this is discounting what the actual anime does well, because there are good parts about it. But since you asked, this is what I would change.

#ask #anonymous #mahou shoujo magical destroyers

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the-chosen-fanfiction · 2 years ago

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Gentile. | Chapter 12

Now that Machaerus is in sight, Atticus has to drop you off, but not without a proper goodbye.

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Panic is the first emotion shunting through you when you rouse at the feeling of a strong, bare arm around your waist. You squirm and move away from Quintus’ form, not wanting to feel his breath on your shoulder, and you sit up slightly, leaning on your elbows to face your husband—

– Not your husband. Relief floods you at the sight of a peacefully sleeping Atticus, hair tousled and face mushed against a rolled up fur that serves as a pillow. Underneath the blanket you see a sliver of chest hair and you swallow thickly at the sight, memories of last night dancing inside your mind. You cannot fight the soft smile that spreads and gently card your fingers through the soft, dark locks that fall in front of his face. You pull the dark woollen cloak that he had draped over you for extra warmth over your form and settle down next to him in order to relish in the rare moment of peace.

He huffs a soft breath that tickles your cheek and you hum dreamily, caressing the stubble that has grown to become a full beard at this point - it had felt simply delightful against your thighs - and he starts to show signs of awakening. Atticus’ eyelids flutter and you withdraw your hand slightly, fearing that your actions have roused him against your intentions.

The grin that tugs at his lips as he sighs a yawn takes away your concerns. “Hmm, good morning,” he mumbles deeply before opening one eye, his fingers already tangling in the fabric of your nightgown to pull you against him, “By the gods, I slept so well.”

“So have I,” you murmur, “You’ve worn me out.”

He chuckles and watches you with bleary eyes, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “I’m sorry. Also about the marks on your neck, by the way.” Your hand shoots up to the sore, crescent shaped spots he’s placed there, for you hadn’t even noticed them until now, and you flush.

“Thank you for last night,” you whisper genuinely. He swallows and runs his fingers down your back, softly endearing you. “It was… It was wonderful.”

“There is more where that came from.” he flirts.

You bite your lip and smile. “Oh, I bet.”

He laughs and closes his eyes, comfortable in the pillow, “I love how you’re loosening up as time passes. A few weeks ago you would have waved me off with one of your adorable abashed whimpers.”

You hum and cuddle into him, listening to his heartbeat that lulls you into a drowsy state. “I wish we could always stay like this.”

Atticus’ fingers halt in their caresses and he huffs a smile. “Hm, me too. We should enjoy the moment while it lasts.” His fingers tighten their grip, causing you to gasp.

“Attic—Ooh!” you squeal in surprise when he pulls you on top of him, settling his hands on your hips. Your body arches towards him inherently, a look of astonishment on your face. He chuckles, raising one eyebrow.

“Too bold?”

You let out a small noise. “Perhaps.”

“Want me to stop?”

“No.”

A sudden roll of his hips makes you topple over onto him, catching yourself on his shoulders. He laughs, moves some hair behind your ear and hikes up your nightgown with deft fingers. “You beautiful woman,” he grunts, the fire inside your gut burning bright again in the same way it had done last night, “Gonna make you sing for me again, darling.”

And sing you do. The sun is already well in the sky when he finally allows you to rest in the furs he’s made you claw at. Exhausted already though the day has barely started, you lay paralysed, trying to catch your breath whilst he reaches for the damp rag he’s cleaned you up with previously to repeat the gesture, careful to not be too harsh in his scrubbing.

A soft laugh leaves both of you when you let out a tiny yelp at the sensitivity of your body. Atticus presses a lingering kiss against your shoulder and sighs. “What am I to do with you now, hm?”

You hum and look at him besottedly. “Are you going to sweep me away to unknown lands? Cross the border to Egypt, or alternatively, somewhere to the east? I think we could survive pretty well on our own.”

He makes a thoughtful sound and bites his bottom lip. “I think we would. I’ll have to give that some thought. Until then, let’s drop you off at Machaerus.”

You know that he is only joining you in your little fantasy and that it would never be carried out, but it still gives you a sliver of silent hope.

“I hope I can walk,” you whisper.

Atticus chuckles. “If not, that just means I’ve done a good job.”

With the bittersweet goodbye looming at the horizon, you dress and pack in silence. Worry settles in the pit of your gut as you lean against the wagon, watching him kick out glowing embers of the fire and empty a bucket of water on top of it, making it sizzle. He tosses it into the back of the cart and turns to you, his face slightly falling at your sullen expression.

“Hey, what’s going on?” He puts his hands on your shoulders and slides them down, intertwining your fingers with his once he arrives there. Atticus brings your knuckles to his lips and kisses them gently. “Our night was way too beautiful for you to be pouting, now.”

“It was,” you agree, “But I’m going to miss you.”

He smiles wryly and rubs his nose against yours before giving you a soft kiss. You resist the urge to chase his lips once he pulls back. “I’ll miss you too,” he muses, “But I’ll write to you.”

“Do you promise?” He nods.

Another peck lands against your lips. “I hope you do realise that we cannot kiss goodbye once I drop you off at the court,” he rumbles, “So let us do so now.” You lean your head against the wagon with a relaxed sigh as he tilts his head to deeply snog you. Courageously, you dare slip your tongue into it. The intimate night has made you more comfortable around him, and it’s surprising how easily you allow him to touch you.

You drape your arms around his neck and stand on your tiptoes as he softly grunts into your mouth, his arm tugging you closer around your waist, the other cradling the back of your head. You breathe one another’s air, that starts to grow shorter.

Something appears within the kiss.

Desperation .

Suddenly, your eyes are burning and your throat feels tight with emotion. You don’t want him to go. You gently pull away from him, lowering your gaze so that you don’t have to look at him for a moment.

“What if something happens to you?”

Atticus smiles and tips up your chin with his index finger. “Nothing will happen to me. I know very well how to stick to the shadows. With the years of experience I’ve got under my belt, it’s not difficult to remain alive.”

Nothing can truly take that fear from you, and so, instead of protesting, you simply sigh.

You stand like that for a while, drinking in one another’s presence. His warmth settles inside your bones as he wraps you in a tight embrace. “I’ll come and fetch you as soon as I can,” he promises.

Alas, the time to leave approaches. The pair of you climb up on the wagon for the final stretch of your trip. Your head comes to rest against Atticus’ arm and he smiles, wrapping an arm around you and taking the reins in his hands. With a small flick of the leather line, he shifts the horses into a steady pace. It’s only a few hours off.

“I think,” you muse, “That you’ve given me enough inspiration to write about during my time in Machaerus.”

Atticus lets out a laugh. “And if not, I’ll gladly provide you with some ideas through the post. Which, for the record, should not be read in the presence of others.”

Your face heats up at the thought and your heart skips a beat. “Why not?”

“I think you know.” His cheeky grin tells a thousand tales.

You attempt once again to finish the poem and letter to your brother. It is coming together easier today. Atticus casts occasional glances down at the swirl of your pen against the parchment and hums whenever he sees a line he particularly likes.

A pleasant squirm leaves you when he brushes his lips against your jaw right when you finish the concluding sentence of your verse and turn to him to meet his affection for a moment. “What have you written?” he queries right after you part from him.

You clear your throat and flick one page back, where the poem starts.

“Fragile she’ll lay in your palm, your world, she’ll rest close to your heart. The blessing that forms on your tongue pours out over her…”

He listens intently as you recite your work whilst you occasionally glance at him in between stanzas, his responses and little huffs of amusement genuine, and with every noise, you find yourself falling more in love with him. The other side of the coin does also draw near - the end of your wonderful and pivotal trip together - but he promised he will return to you, and so, you will cling onto that.

“...And against your nature, pull through, for your sun, for she will bloom.” you conclude your composition, ending with a soft smile and a sigh. “I’m content about how it turned out,” you muse.

“As you should. I’m certain that he’ll love it, darling.”

The way he speaks to you feels as familiar as if you’ve been together for years now. You squirm a little and blush, leaning into him. “Thank you.”

“If you ever need a business on the side, you should consider taking commissions.”

The smile drops from your features. “Hm, I fear that I will never be in a position to be making a name for myself.”

Atticus notices your sudden shift in mood and kisses the side of your head right as he veers the carriage left at an intersection, a fortress on top of a hill that can only be Machaerus appearing on the horizon. “I’m sure you will find your way in life. All you need is a little more time.”

His hands tug the reins to make the horses slow and he turns to you. “I think this would be a good location to sneak in another kiss. After that, it will be best for you to sit in the back again. I’ll need to act distant and so do you, so don’t take it to heart, alright? I care for you, deeply.”

“I care for you too,” you whisper, adding: “I understand.”

“Good.” he breathes, “Really good.”

You shouldn’t dally, for it is only a matter of time before a patrol will come your way to assist you. Despite the short nature of the kiss, you melt into it, your eyes closing as his hand cups your cheek, the metal of his ring cool against your skin. You lock the feeling away, the way his plump mouth presses to yours, the slight and pleasant scratch of his beard against your chin, his scent and the heat of his fingers.

He pulls away way too soon, thumbing at your bottom lip softly, a sad sigh leaving his lungs. “You beautiful woman,” he mutters, “How much I wish I wouldn’t have to drop you off at this pit of hypocrites.”

Your eyebrows shoot up in slight surprise, for you have no true idea about his political preferences, nor about whose side he really is on. Not that you are at all orthodox with your political beliefs and alliances. Quintus would highly frown upon your thoughts on how he treated the people of Capernaum and others in general. Speaking of which, you were guilty of adultery in every sense of the word at this point.

Reluctantly, you brushed your mouth against his hastily before climbing off the driver’s seat. “You cannot help it,” you told him after sitting down behind him. The wagon jerked back into motion. “You are only doing as you’re told.”

“Hm, I never knew that making love to the Praetor’s wife was part of my job description.”

You let out a tiny noise whilst your cheeks turn pink, a laugh leaving your lips. “I– I suppose?”

“You suppose?” His eyes glitter with amusement, “You reckon that it’s hidden somewhere in my contract between the small letters at the bottom?”

You click your tongue and he chuckles. “Alright, love,” his smile falters, “Time to put on our act now. A few men are riding our way.”

Taking your embroidery from your bag - something you hadn’t touched for a while - you try to appear busy with your craft whilst the soldiers brush up at the sides of the wagon, eyeing it suspiciously.

“What is your business here?” one man asks Atticus.

“Atticus Aemilius Pulcher, sir, here to escort lady (Y/n), the wife of Praetor Quintus of Capernaum.”

The man lets out a sound. “Ah, Cohortes, we have been expecting lady (Y/n) indeed. Follow us. Hail Caesar.”

“Hail Caesar.” Atticus counters. Your eyes flit to the two riders riding at the back of the wagon now, your throat running dry at their scrutiny. They’re armed to the teeth, even their horses are covered in plate armour, with large shields and spears on their form. They look different from the cavalry in Capernaum. You shrink a little in your seat, finding comfort in Atticus’ proximity.

The wagon pulls up next to a large fortress, where a soldier quickly checks the back. “Hail Caesar,” he tells you, and you raise your hand in slight greeting.

“Hail.”

The cart is led inside under tight security and you end up in what feels like a city altogether. All kinds of people are bustling about under the scent of bread and mud and you crawl towards the end of the carriage to take in the view. A few women whisper hurriedly amongst one another and send a curious glance your way, at which you give them a friendly smile. They frown and turn back to their gossipping, a confused look coming over your features. A few stray chickens hop onto the road right after the cart passes by, pecking the tracks its wheels leave behind in the hopes of finding something edible. Soldiers march to take over from their peers at the gate closing behind you. Somewhere in the distance, a horse whinnies.

The wagon halts and you need a moment to gather yourself before a soldier appears in your field of vision, bowing as a greeting. “My name is Titus Hadrianus, my lady, commander Primi of—”

“With all due respect, Primi, I don’t think she cares.” Atticus interrupts, reaching for you so that you can take his hand and step out of the carriage. “We had a long journey, I don’t believe the lady needs to know your nonsensical string of titles, hm?”

“I do not suppose she does, sir. Excuse me.”

“Praetor Quintus has sent forward most of her belongings.” Atticus explains whilst you climb out of the carriage. He immediately releases you and takes a step away from you. Out of courtesy and to keep up the guise, you know, but it stings nevertheless. “May I inquire about whether they have arrived or not?”

“I believe they have, sir. This morning.”

“And is everything sorted out?”

“Once this wagon has been unloaded, then yes, sir.”

Atticus smiles. “Good, Primi. You see, I need to report back to the Praetor as fast as I can. It may be an uncommon request, but I will need to leave behind the cart and take one of my horses on the way back. Once the lady can be picked up again, I shall take the wagon with me also.”

Titus nods. “That can be arranged, sir.”

“What of her safety? Will she have a confidant?”

You await Titus’ answer anxiously as he looks around. “Yes, sir. She should be here any time soon.”

As if on cue, a brunette sidles up to you with an expectant look on her face. She appears to be a few years older than you and wears a few pieces of expensive jewellery. “Uh, hello. You must be lady (Y/n), wife to Praetor Quintus of Capernaum, right?”

You give her a small smile and bow a little. “That would be me.”

“How wonderful to meet you,” She kindly smiles, “My name is Joanna. My husband works for Herod’s court. I will be your confidant during your stay here. If there is anything you need, you can come to me. For now, I will show you to your quarters.”

“Thank you so much, Joanna, it is a pleasure to meet you.” Your entire nature has shifted into your professional approach. “If you do not mind me doing so, I need to send off my escort first.”

“Naturally,” Joanna says, stepping back a little.

You turn to Atticus and give him a smile as neutral as possible. “I’m grateful for your protection on our way here, Cohortes. Thank you. I shall inform my husband of your services, so that he may reward you accordingly.”

He puts a hand on his chest and gives a small bow. “It’s my duty, my lady. You will receive a letter in the post once I will come to fetch you.”

“Very well. Safe travels, Cohortes.”

“You stay safe too, my lady.”

Lingering for too long would raise suspicion, and so, you follow Joanna towards a large building, every step increasing the sudden heaviness of your heart. Behind you, Atticus starts uncoupling the horses from the cart and chooses the strongest one.

“This way,” Joanna tells you, opening a door. She holds it for you, waiting for you to pursue her inside. You dare to cast one final glance in Atticus’ direction, hoping he’s looking at you.

You catch his gaze immediately, your heart stuttering in your chest. He gives a small wave as a greeting, which you reciprocate. The Roman woman still waiting for you lets out a small hum, pulling you from your little interaction to look at her in question. She smiles with a small raise of her brow.

“Interesting.” she muses, prompting you to follow her inside with flushed cheeks. “Very interesting.”

“Beg your pardon?”

Joanna halts and gives you a tiny grin. “Nothing. Let me show you to your room first so you can freshen up. I’ll have some servants prepare you a bath.”

That does sound nice after two-and-a-half days travelling on a dusty road, so you don’t protest it and don’t bother pressuring her to tell what she meant by interesting .

You are led up some stairs and at the end of the hallway find a room twice the size of your own home. “This would be your place,” Joanna says, handing you the key.

It takes everything in your being to not gawk at the luxurious environment whilst observing the room. A large bed stands as the centrepiece in the middle of the room. Deep purple drapes adorn the windows and the carpets must have come all the way from Asia. Your small chest of belongings with the familiar letters SPQR on the front stands on the desk already. Around it, there are a few crates of other items you’ve brought.

“This is way more than I ever could have asked for. Thank you, Joanna.”

She gives you a small bow. A few servants brush past the two of you to head into the bathroom to prepare you a hot bath. “It’s nothing. After all, as your confidant it’s my task to make sure you are comfortable here whilst you visit us. Your husband paid us good money to keep you pleasant and safe.”

Your eyes widen. “He has?”

Joanna blinks in slight puzzlement. “You didn’t know? Everything is covered to the highest extent. You’ll be allowed to use whatever facilities you’d like.”

Slowly nodding, you swallow thickly. “Alright,” you whisper, repeating “Thank you.”

“If you need me, my room is three doors down on the right.” she tells you, “The door with the small red lilies on the panes. Meet me whenever you’re ready, so that I can give you a tour of the place.”

She heads for the door to leave you be. You sit on the edge of the bed and sigh, drinking in the unfamiliar place you’d have to call your home for an undisclosed amount of time. You aren’t sure if you like it or not, but what you do know is that you are definitely not used to it.

You wait for a while until the servants exit the bathroom quietly, the sign that the bath is ready.

The water is pleasantly scalding, yet your gut twists with dread as you rinse away the final remnants of Atticus’ lovemaking, although purple, beautiful bruises remain.

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robrae-is-forever · 2 years ago

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Not going to lie, I am super disappointed with the new Spiderverse movie.

Spoilers btw but I’m just gonna ramble

It’s pretty clear that Sony wanted a trilogy and forced the writing team to stretch the film out into a duology, because this film is fucking bloated with nonsense and time wasting stuff, and that cliffhanger sequel baiting ending left me going, “That’s it?”

When it slows down to compensate for the script being torn into two movies, it slows down and man you can feel it. It doesn’t slow down for anything important either; I get that the emotional moments need some levity but goddamn they go on for way longer than anything in the first film, and for a lot less important stuff, too. The first film was fast paced and kinetic, and after rewatching today I can say that it was never as dull as this when it slowed down.

Miles feels really generic after “growing up” and accepting his role as Spiderman, and I wasn’t expecting his usual dorkiness to wear off on me so quickly in this film. He was an awkward teen being forced to fill the large shoes of the hero before him, and the first film didn’t have to play it up to sell his character to us. How can he be as good as Spider-Man when Peter already exists?

With good writing, which the first film had, and this film, whether due to how stretched thin it is or something else, doesn’t have it. Honestly, I really can’t stand how everyone is in love with Miles. Gwen shows up to Miles universe and goes, “It’s always so nice talking to you” and it really bugged me because I’m just like

“bitch you haven’t talked to him in months, and you barely talked to him in the last film what are you on about”

And then the Peter from the first film shows up with his new daughter and is like “I had her because of you because I thought she’d grow up to be like you because I think you’re cool” and I’m like

“that’s fucking weird, maybe you should let your daughter grow up to be her own person instead of the awkward kid you barely mentored and don’t know anything about at all other than he’s a spiderman”

I don’t know anything about Miles in the comics or in the recent game because I’m a spider enjoyer not a spider fan, but there isn’t enough about Miles for me to like in this new film. He’s upset that he can’t be Spider-Man and himself, which is something Toby Maguire figured out all the way back in the early 00′s, and this film doesn’t do anything new with that plotline.

The first spiderverse film was good because it tread new ground with a well known backstory, about an outcast kid getting powers and learning to use them for good. The addition of a version of a burned out character we know and love, as well as the new spider people helping Miles as a person and fledgling hero, was entertaining. What does he have now that he’s grown up? Not much.

Now he’s just going through Toby’s phase, in a stretched out movie, where everyone loves him and thinks he’s so great despite not having as much of an interesting personality this time around, and also not doing anything important, either. He doesn’t stop the main villain, he just complains a lot that he isn’t getting his way. Don’t get me wrong, he’s still got some good jokes, and I like the Spot and Miguel, but this film was way too long with way too little happening in it. This film also focuses way too much on the side characters instead of on Miles, like it wants Gwen and Spot to be the main character, and as a result it really doesn’t feel like there’s a main character at all.

There are some other stupid things I don’t like, too. Why is there a pregnant black woman riding a motorcycle and fighting? Babies are soft and should not be exposed to battle with superpowered characters, and pregnant women have trouble moving around. Like, seriously. They can have trouble standing up in the later stages of pregnancy, because they can’t rotate and push themselves up because of the baby bump sometimes. So how am I expected to believe that she’s being a super bad ass, even with powers? I don’t know who she is, and I really don’t care. The first film gave us a quick rundown on all the spider people when they showed up, and I don’t know a single thing about this chick. At the very least, she didn’t have to be pregnant, it added nothing to the film while it was in motion and was genuinely distracting.

The whole spider society thing just made me think of the early Rick and Morty seasons with the whole “council of ricks citadel and evil morty” bullshit. I did not go into this wanting to think about that cartoon, and unfortunately it’s all I could think about in the quarter of the movie that it takes up. Try and tell me it doesn’t remind you of it a little bit.

Now, as a big ol shipper who loves well written romances, I can firmly say I’m not buying this “will they won’t they” shit with Miles and Gwen. She had barely warmed up to being Miles’ friend by the end of the last film, and I already outlined why above that I think it’s stupid, but to add to it, all Gwen thinks about is Miles in this film and I’m like “damn bitch have some agency”. They keep trying to insert all these little tidbits to make Miles jealous and whatnot and I’m just sitting here like

“no”

Here are some choice quotes from the first film to remind you of what Gwen thinks of Miles: “You know I’m older than you, right? 15 months older, but that’s pretty significant if you ask me”, “You don’t get to like my haircut”, “I don’t think you know what puberty is”, “Friends”...

Funny lines of dialogue to be sure, but definitely not romantic. Especially not when she lost her version of Peter Parker, then reunites with another one. I’m not saying she had to fall for burnt out Peter, but the fact that the first film did nothing with it, and then this film for the most part just makes her a one note track about Miles, really rubbed me the wrong way. Especially when she points out that nothing good happens to the Gwen’s who fall in love with Spider-Man.

I guess it’s all about expectations, ironically. Miles didn’t know how to step into Spiderman’s suit, and this sequel doesn’t know how to follow up it’s excellent predecessor. It barely has an antagonist, it’s bloated with filler, the dialogue is stupid in many places, and it’s nice visuals aren’t enough to make up for it.

The only thing I personally think will save the third film would be to subvert those expectations. Have Miles turn down/reject Gwen because she lied to him about his dad’s impending death, have him turn away from Peter for being in on it, and have him step into his own shoes.

#across the spiderverse #spiderverse spoilers #and give me a movie with spider gwen damnit #idk why but i'm starting to like her #she has a cool design #it's cool

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acourtofthought · 2 years ago

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Just here to tell you, coming from the hateful blog managed by, what I assumed is a grown ass woman (I'm 28, so it's not a dig at their age, it's a dig at their immaturity) that they continue to vague your blog on their posts.

I hope you never let them get to you. I'm someone who came into the fandom thinking it would be a fun place to interact and talk about our favorite characters, sure, I'd expect disagreements, but I never in a million years thought I'd come across women who act this childish over a ship and bully, harrass and send death threats. Are there Gwynriels and Eluciens as toxic? Sure. I've seen it but it's mostly in response to them... and they somehow act superior and only dish it but can't take it. But no one should have to take any of this.

This unhealthy obsession to be right and bully others, who disagree, can't be good for them IRL. There's feeling passionate, then there's them. The comments I've seen them leave all over Instagram, it's so transparent because it's the same accounts. It's to the point new fans on tiktok are calling them out. Not gonna lie, I feel a bit validated to see videos on tiktok calling out their shitty behavior, but it shouldn't be the case at all. No one, under any circumstances should be bullied over fictional characters.

Ship your ship, no one cares they love Az and Elain, but imagine when all this is over and the embarrassment if they are wrong in their reading predications. No wonder they keep their accounts anonymous. I would never act so narcissistic and gloat before the series is even over, I can HOPE and WISH, but I never go around with 100% certainty and bully people over it only for it to blow up in my face. I'm not SJM and elriels need to be reminded neither are they. I hope they can eat their humble pie, if the day ever comes and apologize for their behavior. But that's me wishful thinking. Sorry to vent, just hate seeing how they used your post to manipulate their follwers into trying to bully you. They seem to have a problem with popular accounts. Wonder why. Jealousy perhaps?

Vent away because sometimes you need to get the thoughts out of your head so you can move forward without them!

I think people forget to keep things in perspective.

I enjoy this fandom and these books and I'm having a good time coming up with theories. Sometimes I'll even get in heated debates over differences of opinions and while that part is never the most fun, I vent or fume for a hot minute than move on.

But my real life exists outside my laptop or phone and when I'm sitting on my deathbed (at what is hopefully 100+ years old because I want to live as long as possible 😂) Lucien and Elain are not going to matter to me. E/riel is not going to matter to me. Blogger XYZ who hated me is not going to matter to me (at least in terms of the opposite opinions within the fandom sense, as a real person they will matter in terms of my wishing happiness for them).

I love the thought of Elucien and I don't think E/riel is matched based on the information I have so far. And sometimes my post are going to be harsh........about E/RIEL and AZ. If that is my big crime to blogger XYZ to the point that they feel the need to write posts about me and encourage others to bully me then.....................what can you do, right?

The one benefit of being older in this fandom is to not be as affected by a strangers opinion of me. Honestly, at this point, I'm not even all that affected by someone in my family's opinion of me. I struggled with that for a very long time. My father is not a part of my life and for a long time I wondered what I'd done wrong that was so bad he didn't want to know me. My mother is in my life but I'm a disappointment as a daughter because I got tattoos, am not proper enough for her and don't believe in the God she does and again, I felt this constant need for approval from the people that didn't like me for me and spent a lot of time doubting myself and caring what they thought. I've dealt with a lot of bullying from my older sibling over the years and finally stepped away from that relationship even though I had always felt guilty not keeping her a part of my life, that somehow I was the bad person for cutting her out. The older I've gotten, I started to realize that just because specific people had an opinion about me didn't make them the right opinions. If you don't respect someone as a person than you shouldn't be listening to their thoughts on you.

I love animals and reading. I LOVE traveling but am afraid of flying. I feel most at peace sitting in front of an ocean or driving around in my car listening to music. I love coffee and desserts and I rarely sit on chairs the right way because I get fidgety. Stick me in a bathtub and leave me there for an hour and I'll be extremely happy. I have a very sarcastic sense of humor, love Broadway musicals, action movies, hate cooking and love going out to eat. I never really wanted to be a mother and left the decision of kids up to my husband but they turned out to be the best thing I've ever done in my life. I'm never the best at anything but above average at a few things like drawing, singing (but have extreme stage fright), and dancing. I always tip 20% even if the service was poor and can only drink one alcoholic beverage at most unless I want to have the worst hangover the next day. People might think I'm social and outgoing upon meeting me but inside I'm sweaty and dying, thinking over every single thing I've said and whether I sounded stupid. I am extremely introverted and tend to make plans only to desperately wish I could get out of them that day (though I usually end up having a good time).

I am a lot of things outside this fandom but if someone wants to base everything I am in my life on who I ship in an SJM book, if they decide I'm stupid or a terrible person because I like a specific pairing and in this particular fictional world don't think two other characters are matched then I realize I just have to let it slide. I believe that one day, they will come to realize none of it actually mattered all that much and until then I guess I'd rather them target me than someone who struggles with the opinions of others on the internet as I might have once done years ago.

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heartnaya · 2 years ago

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Dancing with Destiny

Chapter 9

A few weeks had passed since Santana and Brittany’s first date and things were going great. Brittany loved spending time with Santana and Sophia, it was the best part of her week. As Brittany lay in bed, she couldn’t help but let her mind wander to Santana and what she might be doing. She really wanted to make things official with the woman, but she didn’t know if it was too soon. Realising that she wouldn’t be able to sleep until she figured some stuff out, she picked up the phone to call Mike.

“Hey, Brittany! What’s up ?” Mike answered his phone.

“Hi, Mike. Can you get Tina? I need both of your help with something,” Brittany said.

“Sure thing, hold on a second,” Mike said.

Brittany waited patiently as Mike called Tina over. “Hey, Brittany. What’s going on?” Tina asked.

“I need your advice, about Santana.”

“Ooo, the mysterious Santana that has been keeping you occupied for the last few weeks, what’s she like?” Tina asked curiously.

“She’s great, and she has the cutest little daughter as well,” Brittany smiled, thinking about them.

Mike and Tina exchanged a knowing look. “We’re glad stuff is working out for you finally, Britt.”

“So am I. It’s just I don’t know how to ask Santana where we are in the relationship.”

“You mean like you want her to be your girlfriend,” Tina smiled.

Brittany sounded shy. “Yes, I guess that is what I want to ask her.”

“Aww, look at our little Brittany all grown up,” Mike laughed.

“She’s gonna be married with a kid before we get there,” Tina looked at Mike pointedly.

Brittany cleared her throat. “Excuse me guys! This is about me.”

“Sorry, Britt,” they laughed. “Just talk to her about it. You could try bringing it up casually to see how she reacts.”

“That’s a good idea. I don’t want to come on too strong, but I also don’t want to wait too long and miss my chance,” Brittany said.

Mike chimed in. “Yes, it’s important to be clear with her, Britt. Remember what I told you about you and Jake and communication. If you’re ready to be in a committed relationship with Santana, then you should let her know, there really is nothing better.”

Tina smiled at Mike on the other end of the line. “Aww, you two are going to make me cry,” Brittany laughed. “Also, yea Mike what the hell are you doing, get down on one knee for god’s sake.”

“I’m working on it, Britt,” Mike laughed, putting his arm around his girlfriend.

“Well, I’ll let you go. Thanks guys, you’re the best,” Brittany said before she hung up.

Brittany lay in bed gathering her thoughts, she really did want to take her relationship with Santana to the next level. She was about to turn the lights out when she got a text. It was from some of her high school friends inviting her out, they wanted to meet Santana as she was all Brittany talked about when they got drinks the other week.

Brittany first met them because she went to a prestigious private school in Manhattan when she was younger. She never really liked it there and struggled to make friends. She eventually made a group of friends; Martin, Phillip and Toby, and her parents did not approve. It’s safe to say that these friends were a bad influence on her, they skipped class to drink or do drugs and they bullied other students. Brittany wanted to get out of the friendship, but she couldn’t go back to how it was before. When she got accepted at Julliard, she figured it was her opportunity to leave all of that behind. But she ended up dropping out of Julliard and these friends were all she had left.

When everything happened, she reconnected with Mike and Tina, two people who she had known when she was growing up, however, they had lost touch when Brittany moved to New York. Mike and Tina came back into her life when everything was falling apart, and she never felt like she needed anyone else. But Martin, Phillip and Toby still stuck with her through a lot, and even though they were probably too childish for their age, she went out with them from time to time and it was okay.

Brittany replied to the message saying that she would ask Santana and get back to them. With that done she turned off her light and finally went to sleep.

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Santana invited Brittany over later that week for dinner. She hadn’t seen her in a few days and both her and Sophia missed the bubbly blonde woman. When there was a knock at the door, Sophia got up, bouncing excitedly. Santana opened the door and was immediately pulling in for a quick but passionate kiss. “Hi, honey,” Brittany said, laughing as Santana stood with her mouth open looking shocked.

She stepped further into the apartment so she could greet Sophia. “Hey, sunshine,” she said picking up Sophia and spinning her around. “How are you?”

“I good, Britty. Been waitin’ for you!” Sophia kissed Brittany on the cheek and hugged her neck.

Santana walked back into the living room and put her hand on Brittany’s shoulder. “She really has been. She talked about you all day, I think she’s forgotten about me,” Santana laughed.

“I missed you too, Soph. But we could never forget about mama, right? Because mama is the best,” she asked, bouncing the little girl in her arms.

“Love, mama,” Sophia giggled.

Santana stood on her tip toes so she could kiss Sophia three times on her cheek, she then tilted her head to kiss Brittany three times causing Brittany to also giggle. Santana loved this, her life had changed so drastically in the last few weeks, and it was truly amazing.

Later when they had finished the dinner, Sophia was playing in her room whilst Brittany and Santana washed up.

“So some of my friends from school messaged me,” Brittany casually brought up.

“The ones that you went out with the other week. What did they want?” Santana asked.

“They wanted to know if they can meet this woman who I can’t seem to stop going on about,” Brittany smiled.

“What did you say?” Santana questioned.

“I said I would have to ask you if you wanted to meet them. I know that my friends aren’t the most mature people around, but they stuck by me through a lot,” Brittany said softly.

Santana reached and put her arms around Brittany’s neck. “Well I would love to meet them,” Brittany smiled. “But my mom is out of town right now and I don’t want to leave Sophia alone with a sitter.

Brittany laughed. “You can bring Soph. Of course she is invited, she’s the only reason I put up with you.”

“Oh really, so it has nothing to do with this then?” Santana tilted her head up and caught Brittany’s lips, she slowly started trailing kisses down over Brittany’s jaw before she sucked lightly on her neck.

When she pulled back Brittany looked dazed, and Santana giggled at how adorable she was.

When Brittany came back down to earth she looked properly at Santana. “That is amazing. But seriously, honey. We are not going to go to a bar or a club or anything, just dinner at a restaurant, my treat.”

“Brittany, you don’t have to do that for us,” Santana sighed.

Brittany touched Santana’s jaw to lift her eyes to meet her. “I know, but I really want them to meet you two.”

Santana smiled and leaned in to kiss her again. “Fine, you get your way again.”

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Brittany walked into the living room to see Sophia scribbling in her colouring book. She sat down next to the little girl running her hands through her hair. “So Soph, me and your mama were thinking you might want to watch a movie,” Brittany laughed as the girl’s eyes immediately lit up.

“Nemo, Britty!” She yelled, clearly excited.

“Okay, let me put it on. Do you think you can go and get the blanket out of the hamper, sweetie?” Brittany walked over to grab the remote from next to the tv before returning to the couch.

She smiled as she saw little Sophia trying to drag the blanket over towards her. She was about to get up to help her when Santana sat down in her lap. “What are we watching then, Britt?”

“Soph wants to watch Finding Nemo,” Brittany laughed looking at Santana’s face.

“Why am I not surprised? It’s about the 15th time in three weeks,” Santana looked at Brittany. “You know I blame you for this, I have never met someone who loves Disney movies so much.”

“Come on, babe, don’t be a spoil sport,” Brittany said frowning. “You know that Nemo is a classic.”

Santana smiled wider at her new nickname and snuggled her head into Brittany’s chest.

“Mama! My Britty!” Sophia pulled on her mother’s shirt.

Santana giggled at her daughter. Brittany poked her head out to the side so she could properly see the girl. She was the spitting image of Santana when she was scowling, and it was all kinds of adorable.

“Mama! Off!” Brittany figured she should do something before there was a full-on breakdown, so she scooped up Sophia with one of her arms and brought her round to sit on Santana’s lap.

“There you go, Soph,” Brittany smiled. “This better?”

Sophia nodded grinning before also cuddling her head into Brittany’s chest.

Brittany smiled down at both of them before switching on the movie. Halfway through she got a leg cramp, and she was about to ask Santana to shift positions before she noticed that both her and Sophia were asleep. Brittany didn’t want to wake them, but she really needed to get up, so she carefully reached around to get a firm grip, one arm under Santana’s legs and the other supporting her back, she gently lifted her up, with Sophia still sat in her lap, and placed them back on the couch. Santana immediately curled her body around her daughter and Brittany pulled out her phone to snap a quick picture.

After that she messaged her friend back to see the time and place for dinner with Santana and Sophia. She then checked the time and realised that it was eleven o’clock, no wonder Sophia was so tired. She bent down to wrap her arms around the little girl and lift her up off of Santana. She slowly carried her back into the bedroom trying not to wake her up.

After Brittany placed Sophia on the bed, she went looking around for some pyjamas for her to wear. When she went into the drawers, she saw that one side was sectioned off for Santana and the other for Sophia. She grabbed some white pyjamas with flowers on them and gently dressed Sophia. Brittany then slowly picked up the sleeping girl and put her under the covers before tucking her in and giving her a kiss on the forehead.

Brittany walked back into the living room to see Santana sitting up rubbing her eyes.

“I just put Sophia down to sleep, babe, I hope that’s okay,” She said, hoping she hadn’t overstepped.

Santana opened her arms for Brittany to crawl into. “Yea that’s okay.”

She kissed the side of Brittany’s face before slowly trailing kisses down to her jaw. Brittany felt Santana turn her over as she pressed more kisses to her jaw. She pulled back looking deep into blue eyes before leaning in, their lips met in a soft, tender embrace. The sensation was delicate and slow, each of them taking the time to explore each other’s lips. With every passing moment, their desire grew, and the kiss intensified. Their lips pressed harder against each other, and their tongues entwined.

Brittany suddenly flipped them over, so Santana was lying on her back. The warmth between them became more intense, and they lost themselves in the moment, lost in each other. Santana was breathing heavily as Brittany slowly kissed her way down her jaw and started sucking gently on her neck. They could feel the heat of each other’s body and the rhythm of each other’s breathing.

Finally, they broke apart, gasping for air. “We shouldn’t do that here,” Brittany said, still struggling to catch her breath.

“I need to tell you something,” Santana said timidly.

“What? You can tell me anything, you know that” Brittany replied.

“It’s just that it’s been a while for me,” Santana said quietly.

“Okay, that’s fine, we can take this as slow as you want,” Brittany said, leaning in to peck Santana on the lips.

Santana lay her head on Brittany’s chest as Brittany settled in the corner of the couch. “Thanks, Britt. But when I say a while, I mean a long while.”

“How long?” Brittany asked, curious.

“Since Soph was conceived.”

“So that’s like three years, right?” Brittany said casually, whilst trying to do the maths in her head.

“Yes, but there is something else,” Santana turned to face Brittany.

Brittany questioned. “Okay, what is it?”

“It’s kind of a long story,” Brittany nodded urging her to continue. “Basically, everyone in high school thought that I was kind of a slut. They thought that I slept around a lot because guys would date me and then brag afterwards about how far we got. I mean obviously I was gay and trying to hide it, so I did some stuff with guys, but nowhere near what they claimed. However, I let people believe it because it was easier than them finding out who I really was. I come from a really small town in Ohio and there was no other lesbians in my town, well at least no out lesbians. The point I’m trying to make is that I am not a virgin, obviously, I have a child, but I have never had sex with a woman before,” Santana rushed out.

Santana bit her lip nervously waiting to see Brittany’s reaction. “First of all just because you slept with some guys in high school when you were confused and figuring yourself out doesn’t make you a slut, so don’t listen to those people,” Brittany said, pulling Santana back down to lie on her chest again. “Second of all, I don’t care that you have never been with a woman before. That doesn’t make me think of you any differently. Okay, sweetheart?”

Santana tilted her head up to kiss Brittany’s jaw one more time. “Okay, babe.”

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Brittany picked them up for dinner the next Friday. When she got to the door no one answered but the door was open, so she pushed her way in.

“Santana, Soph, I’m here!”

Santana came out of the bedroom in a frenzy. “I’m looking for my earring, sorry, Britt.”

Brittany walked around the sofa to help Santana in her search. “Where was the last place you had it?”

“I don’t know,” Santana put her hand on her forehead. “Earlier in my bedroom.”

Brittany reached and pushed Santana’s hair over her shoulder. “Honey, you already have them both in.”

Santana reached up to feel her ear lobes. “Oh yea,” she laughed nervously.

“Don’t worry, babe. Everything’s going to be fine. We are just gonna have a chill evening.”

Brittany pulled her in for a kiss, mumbling against her lips. “You look beautiful by the way.”

Santana smiled at her, god she was so smitten.

“Oh, can you go check on Soph whilst I find my purse?”

“Obviously,” Brittany walked down the hallway towards Santana and Sophia’s room. She saw the little girl struggling to pull on her tights underneath her light blue dress. Brittany bent down next to her to help. “Let me do that, sweetie”

“Britty! You like my dress?”

“I love it. I think you look adorable,” she picked up the girl before sitting on the bed and pulling her onto her lap. “Do we have shoes then?”

Sophia pointed to the white ballet flats on the floor. “Mama got me new shoes.”

“These are super pretty, baby girl,” Brittany reached her hand down to the floor to grab the shoes before gently pulling them onto Sophia’s little feet.

She picked up the little girl and carried her back into the living room to see Santana quickly pulling her bag over her shoulder. “Are we ready to go then?”

“Yes, let’s go!”

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They arrived at the restaurant around thirty minutes later, Brittany had made sure that she could choose one with a kid friendly menu because she didn’t want Sophia to have to eat something she didn’t like. As she was thinking about this, she realised that she had never given her friends a heads up that Santana had a daughter, it would be okay though she thought. None of her friends had kids but they had never given the impression that they were averse to them.

When she got to the table she was greeted by Toby, probably the most mature of the friends, and his new girlfriend. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend!”

“It’s new, and it’s not exactly the kind of thing that Martin and Phillip want to talk about. Anyway, what about you and your little family, when did that happen?” He said quietly so Santana couldn’t hear as she was across the table meeting Toby’s girlfriend.

“This is also kind of new. I’m just so happy right now though.”

“Good for you, Britt. You’ve been through it,” he pulled her in for a hug.

“So have you, I’m so proud of you. We both really grew up from how we were in high school,” Brittany laughed.

“I really think that Lucy is the one,” he gestured to the woman talking to Santana. “I know, I don’t think we can say the same for Phil or Marty though. You know Martin just got fired?”

“Really? For what?”

“Coming in to work late and hungover, or worse drunk. You know the usual with him.”

Brittany sighed. Her friends had all been through a lot, but Martin and Phillip really seemed to be lost causes. Toby was probably the only one she would choose to be friends with if she met them today. Santana walked over to Brittany and took her seat putting Sophia next to her. “Your friend’s girlfriend is really sweet actually, and totally in love with him,” Santana whispered.

“It’s new apparently. I’m so glad he found someone, he’s a really great guy.”

Santana smiled. She loved meeting the people that were important to Brittany, it just meant that she was becoming a bigger part of her life and Santana really liked that idea.

The waiter came over to take their drinks orders. “What do you want, babe?” Brittany looked to Santana.

“Can I get an apple juice for Soph and just any white wine for me, thanks?”

“White wine! Get something harder than that!” A voice boomed out from behind them.

Brittany turned around to see Martin walking in followed closely by Phillip. She rolled her eyes at their behaviour already. “Sorry, honey. They’re just being idiots.”

“It’s fine, Britt. I go to college remember,” she laughed it off.

“You’re still in college, how fucking dumb are you!” Martin laughed, sitting down next to Brittany.

Santana stared daggers at the man. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t swear in front of my child,” she said as calmly as she could.

Brittany put her hand on Santana’s knee, giving her an apologetic look. “Martin, shut up!”

“Hey Britt. God you are a babe,” he laughed turning to Santana. “I swear she gets hotter every time I see her, congrats for getting to bang her,” he reached up his hand to high five Santana.

Santana looked at him, disgusted. Before she could say anything a person she could only assume was Phillip interrupted. “Mate, stop talking, let’s go get a beer.”

As they both went to the bar to order a drink, Brittany looked to Santana. “I’m so sorry about him, babe.”

Santana waved her off. “It’s fine, Britt. Maybe they’ve just never met a woman before, or a kid.”

Brittany looked over at Sophia who was happily scribbling on the back of the menu, completely oblivious to the commotion. “I’ll tell him to stop swearing in front of Sophia.”

When Martin sat back down a few minutes later Brittany leaned over to him. “Can you please stop with the swearing! Santana has a two-year-old daughter,” she whispered angrily.

“You brought a kid, Britt! We were gonna go to a bar after this!” He practically yelled.

“Shut up, Marty. We said dinner!” Toby leaned over to say.

Brittany looked at him gratefully. She was too busy focused on Martin to see Phillip walk over to Santana.

“I just wanna say, you are the hottest milf I have ever seen,” Santana shrugged off his hand, disgusted.

“Back off man! Seriously!”

He held his hands up in mock defeat and walked around to the other side of the table. The waiter brought over all of their drinks breaking up the tension. Santana reached and took a big gulp of her wine before handing Sophia her apple juice and a straw to sip it out of. After that there was a long silence, Brittany was still mad at Martin, and Phillip was unsure of what was going on.

Toby was the first to speak. “So Sophia, how old are you?”

“I’m two,” she held up two little fingers.

“Your mom says you love dance?” Brittany looked at him and mouthed a thank you for including the small girl in the conversation.

“Yep, Britty teached me. She’s the best dancer!” Sophia said with conviction.

“Brittany is a really good dance teacher. Did you know that she’s been dancing since she was your age?”

Sophia looked at Brittany in awe. “Maybe I could be like Britty then?”

“If you work at it, you can do anything you want. Brittany was always dancing around in high school, she couldn’t stay still,” Toby smiled at his friend.

Santana laughed. “I can see that. She still dances everywhere now. I bet you were super cute when you were younger, babe.”

Martin was sat at the end of the table with Phillip rolling his eyes at the conversation. “Who cares about all of this, let’s do some shots. I just got fired!”

Toby looked to Brittany as though saying, sorry, I tried.

Martin called over the waitress. “We need shots,” he looked her up and down. “And we also need your number.”

The waitress turned to Brittany. “I’ll get you guys your shots.”

Brittany looked at Santana who was scooting closer to her daughter and she felt guilty. It was probably a mistake to bring them here, but she wanted her friends to see who was making her so happy. She didn’t think about the fact that two of said friends were immature assholes who wouldn’t be great around a child.

Martin and Phillip were quiet for a while after they got their shots, leaving the others to have a pleasant conversation. Santana talked enthusiastically with Toby about her degree as he did the same course in college. Brittany loved listening to Santana talk like this, she was so passionate, and it was very hot.

It was halfway through the meal when Sophia was talking more about her dance classes and the moves she had been practicing at home that Martin started to speak up again. “Okay, okay, let’s talk about something interesting. No offense little girl.” He started laughing. “Do you remember that time in high school when we got totally wasted and drove our car into a tree.”

Toby frowned. “Shut up Martin!” He looked at Brittany as though scared to see her reaction.

Santana saw the interaction and looked towards Brittany. Her head was bowed really low, and she had a regretful look on her face. “Are you okay, babe?” Santana put her hand on Brittany’s back.

“Yea, I’m fine.”

Martin leaned closer to Brittany. “I’m sorry, Britt. I didn’t think. It’s just that your friend’s kid is just really bringing down out party mood,” he actually looked apologetic for once. Brittany looked him in the eyes angrily, warning him.

Thankfully Santana was talking to Toby, and she didn’t hear the exchange. Brittany got up to go to the bathroom after the waiter had cleared the plates. Santana wanted to follow her to see if she was okay, but she couldn’t leave Sophia alone at the table.

“Who wants to go to a club after this?” Martin said, clearly drunk.

“Hell yes!” Phillip cheered.

“I think we’re going to go home, work tomorrow and everything.” Toby looked to his girlfriend in confirmation.

“We’ll probably go home as well. I’ve got to put this one to sleep.” Sophia was pretty much passed out by now with her head in her mother’s lap.

“Come on you guys. This sucks! Toby, you won’t go out because of stupid fucking work, how boring is that. And Brittany can’t come out because she’s got a boring kid now. Just stick the kid in a damn taxi and let her make her own way home!” Martin slurred.

Toby looked at him as Santana stood up. “Martin that’s enough, you’re embarrassing yourself.”

“Toby! You know it’s true. Brittany used to be fun, we would all go out and get hammered together back in the day. But know all she cares about is her stupid girlfriend and her dumb kid, I mean who the hell cares about dance? We should have been at a club right now picking up girls!”

Santana didn’t stay to hear the rest of his rant. She picked up her stuff and lifted up Sophia heading out of the restaurant. At that moment Brittany walked back in to see all the commotion and Santana heading out. “Santana! Wait!” She reached into her purse and threw some cash at the table, looking at Toby, who nodded signalling that he would take care of it.

She ran outside to catch Santana who was starting to head down the street. “Santana, let me take you home, please.”

“No, Brittany! We’ll get a cab.”

Brittany froze. Santana was shutting her out, what had her friends said to her. “Santana, come on. I’m sorry about tonight, but please let me take you two home so I can make sure you get back safely,” Brittany begged.

Santana eventually gave in and got in Brittany’s car. It was silent all the way back to her apartment and when they got in Santana just ignored Brittany in favour of going putting Sophia to bed.

When she came back out Brittany stood up. “Santana-“

“It’s fine, Brittany. You can go,” she pointed to the door.

“Santana no, listen to me!” Brittany pleaded.

Santana’s eyes were red. “No, Brittany, you listen to me! I can’t do this.”

“What are you saying?” Tears started to run down her cheeks.

“I’m saying that you’re in your twenties, Brittany. You should be going out to bars and clubs and picking up girls. I want you to have a life, I don’t want to trap you,” Santana said quietly as she cried.

Brittany reached out to wipe the tears from the girl’s eyes, but she stepped back pushing away Brittany’s hands. She felt a sudden pang in her heart. “I don’t feel trapped by you Santana, don’t you get that.”

“You will. Eventually you will grow to resent me, and I can’t have that. You shouldn’t have to deal with this Brittany, your friends were right. Them saying it just made me realise how different our lives are. I have a child, I have responsibilities. Hell, I can’t even afford to take you out to dinner, that’s how pathetic I am.”

“Santana, I don’t care about any of that. I love spending time with you and Sophia, that is when I’m happiest. I could never resent you, how could you think that?” Brittany felt like someone was ripping out her heart, she didn’t want to lose Santana over something stupid like this.

“Maybe I care though, Brittany. Maybe I care about what people think of us. They think I’m using you or they think that I’m trying to tie you down. Everyone at dinner thought that tonight. I don’t want this to feel like that,” Santana sat down and put her head in her hands. “I want you to have the life that you always wanted. You should spend your twenties going out and partying like a normal person, and then some day you should marry someone and decide to have a child, you shouldn’t have to just be stuck with one. I don’t want you to grow to resent me.”

Brittany kneeled down in front of Santana to try and catch her eyes. “I have a daughter, Brittany. Do you know what that means?” She looked up at her. “It means that I don’t have to just protect my own heart. I have to protect hers too.”

“I would never do anything to hurt you, Santana,” Brittany reached for her hands. “I don’t want that life. I want you… I want you to be my girlfriend.”

Santana’s eyes widened in shock. “I want you to be my girlfriend, San. I want to spend days at the park with you and Soph. I want to do normal stuff like go shopping together. I want to have food fights in the kitchen with you. I want us to watch movies together where you both fall asleep on me halfway through. I want to sit in this room with you and watch Sophia draw us, all of us together. I want it all with you. Please give me that chance. Please.” Brittany pulled Santana in for a passionate kiss and as their lips met they crackled with the electricity between them.

Santana smiled into the kiss. “I want it all with you too, Britt,” she whispered onto her lips, before kissing her again. She pulled Brittany’s bottom lip into her mouth and tangled her fingers into her hair causing Brittany to gasp in pleasure.

When they broke apart, Brittany stroked her hand down Santana’s cheeks and across her lips. “God, my girlfriend is so beautiful.”

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It was later that same night when Santana and Brittany were in bed curled up together and trading kisses back and forth that Brittany spoke up.

“I want you to know everything about me, San.”

Santana leaned in and kissed Brittany once more. “I want that too, Britt.”

“I guess, I want you to know why I was so… sad at dinner.”

Santana nodded. “Of course, baby, you can tell me anything.”

Brittany started to tear up. “ I don’t want you to look at me differently though.”

Santana pulled Brittany in closer and let her rest her head on her chest. “I would never, Britt. I’m in this for the long hall, you cannot get rid of me.”

Brittany sniffled and giggled slightly. “Okay, basically, it happened in senior year of high school…”

Brittany was sat in her classroom casually scrolling through her phone when a notification came up. It was an email from Julliard. The email from Julliard. She nervously clicked on it and read the contents.

Dear Brittany S. Pierce,

We are delighted to inform you that you have been accepted for our four-year technical dance course…

“Oh my god!” Brittany jumped up.

“Miss Pierce, please sit down!” her teacher said sternly.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” She jumped up and ran out of the classroom, ignoring the yells of her teacher.

When she got outside she ran around the school to reach the steps. The steps were usually where her friends hung out in between and sometimes during classes. The first person she spotted was Toby, he was trying to get signal on his phone to check his own college acceptances.

“Toby, I got into Julliard!”

He jumped up and pulled her into a bone crushing hug. “No way, Britt. This is huge!”

Phillip got up and patted her on the back. “Congrats, Britt. You deserve it.”

Martin was over in the corner smoking. He flicked his cigarette before stepping on it and walking over to the group. “Well done, babe. I’m so glad that all of you will be following along in your parents boring footsteps and going to college.”

“What else are we supposed to do, man?” Toby looked at Martin pointedly.

“You could come travelling with me. I’m getting the hell out of New York. You’ll have to get your own rooms though. Except you, babe” Martin turned to Brittany. “My bed is always open for you.”

Brittany scoffed at him, and Phillip laughed.

“Whatever, we need to go all out tonight then. There is no more school after today and we need to relax before you all get shipped off to college.” Martin grabbed Toby’s shoulder. “Come on man, you in?”

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“We were just so stupid you know?” Brittany said, fully sobbing. “I mean, Martin had always been an idiot, but I didn’t think that anything bad would happen.”

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Later that night the group of friends met at a park. They had to be picked up there because if any of their parents saw that Martin Powell was driving! They would have never been allowed to go. He had two DUI’s already, though his father had been able to get him out of any real charges. It paid to have a lawyer as a dad.

They each took turns taking drags from the same joint and swapping around the bottle of tequila.

“This is the life,” Martin said, squeezing Brittany’s knee.

“Aren’t we going a bit fast, Marty?” Toby said. “If we get pulled over and the police are involved again, I am fucked.”

“Relax, Toby!” Martin laughed. “Britt likes it when I go fast, don’t you babe?”

He started to move his hand further up her thigh as he accelerated the car. “Martin, back the fuck off! I am not into you like that.”

“Really? I know when a girl is turned on babe. I can see it in your eyes, you want me! I know you like it when I go fast,” he put his foot down on the gas, making the car go faster.

“Marty! Fucking pay attention to the road!” Toby yelled.

“Chill man! I’ve got it!” He turned back to yell at Toby. “I’m trying to get Britt here to admit she wants me. I know you do, babe,” he moved his hands up further, going under her shirt.

Brittany aggressively pushed his hands off at the same time a truck suddenly turned the corner.

It was as though everything happened in slow motion. Martin gripped the steering wheel trying to stop the car from spinning out of control. All Brittany could hear was the sound of the trucks horn and all she could feel was her heart thumping in her chest. She reached out to try and grab onto something but all of a sudden the car smashed into a tree, and everything went black.

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Santana had her hand over her mouth in shock. “The truck came out of nowhere, San, and Martin swears he didn’t see it coming. However, I guess it’s hard to see something coming when you are going one hundred miles an hour.”

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Brittany remembered waking up a few times in the ambulance to people calling her name and flashing lights in her eyes.

She was taken into emergency surgery and had to have an operation on her knee. One of her legs had been trapped when the car hit the tree and it caused a clean break. She also had a few broken ribs, but she didn’t care about that in the moment.

Here dance career was over before it even begun, and she spent the whole night crying out for her mom.

When her parents hadn’t shown up after 14 hours Brittany started to wonder where they were. She asked the nurses and they said they had called her parents hours ago and been told they were coming right in.

It wasn’t until later that night when two police officers showed up in her room that she realised something was really wrong.

“I want my mom. Can you please get me my mom,” she sobbed out.

“Miss Pierce, we are afraid something has happened to your family.”

She felt like her heart had been ripped out of her chest and someone was on the floor stomping on it. All she heard through her tears was “trying to get here” and “their own car crash” and “dead instantly.”

Brittany jumped out of her bead and pushed the police officers out of her room screaming at them to leave her. She collapsed onto the floor sobbing. In one night, everything she loved had been taken away from her and it was all her fault.

Brittany didn’t speak to anybody at the funeral. They didn’t know her parents or sister. They just worked with them. They didn’t really care about her, they felt obligated to come. She didn’t want their empty condolences or pity, she just wanted her family to come back to her.

Brittany didn’t have any close family and it didn’t matter because she could look after herself, she was eighteen. She spent every day in the cold, empty apartment where she had grown up. She slept in her baby sisters bed every single night and cried into her pillow. Her sister, Ashley, had only been seven years old. She had so much of her life left to live.

Brittany couldn’t bear to look at any pictures of her family for eight months after the accident. She didn’t have many left anyway as she had torn the place apart one night after a full bottle of vodka that she had stolen from her parent’s liquor cabinet. She then sat there crying because no one was there to yell at her anymore for getting drunk and it wasn’t even her parents liquor cabinet, it was now technically hers. She spent all night on the floor crying for her family. She just wanted her mom to hold her and tell her it would be okay, she wanted her dad to uncomfortably pat her on the shoulder and then make a silly joke and she wanted her sister to tell her stories like she always did when she was sad.

But she couldn’t have that. She didn’t have anyone.

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Santana looked at the sobbing Brittany and her heart wrenched. No one should ever have to go through something like that. She pulled Brittany into her chest and rocked her as she sobbed. “I don’t have a family anymore,” she cried into Santana’s shoulder. Santana didn’t know how to comfort her, she wasn’t prepared for how awful this was going to be.

Brittany felt guilty for putting all of this onto Santana, but she couldn’t stop crying. She didn’t know how hard it would be to tell Santana about her past and once she opened the floodgates she couldn’t stop them. Santana continued to rock her and whisper over and over again. “You are not alone, you have us. We aren’t going anywhere.”

Brittany fisted Santana’s shirt willing the tears to stop. She couldn’t let Santana see her like this, she didn’t want her to think of her as a burden. Santana had enough on her plate without all of her baggage.

Brittany thought about Jake and what Mike had said about her needing to be open with Santana. Jake hadn’t been in the car accident with her and her friends. He didn’t go to the same school. Brittany shut him out after her family died no wonder he didn’t come to the funeral. Brittany willed herself to stop her tears, but her brain wouldn’t listen. She suddenly felt a small pull on her shirt.

“Britty, cry?”

Santana looked at her tiny daughter. “Brittany will be okay, Soph, don’t worry.”

“No mama! Britty cry?”

Brittany lifted her head off of Santana’s chest and reached around to grab Sophia pulling her in between them.

Sophia put her hands on Brittany’s face and looked into her bloodshot eyes. “Why cry, Britty?”

“I’m just sad, Soph,” she didn’t want to tell Sophia something she wouldn’t understand but Santana nodded her head to Brittany as though to tell her that Sophia would be fine knowing. “My whole family died in a car accident a few years ago,” she sighed.

“Your mama?” Sophia questioned and Brittany nodded. “Your daddy?” Sophia looked curious as Brittany started crying again.

Santana pulled her tiny daughter down to lay between her and Brittany before wrapping her arm around them both. Sophia looked again at her. “S’okay, Britty. Mama and me be your family.”

Brittany looked at the little girl and kissed her on the forehead before bursting into tears again.

Santana was lost for what to do. She didn’t want to upset Brittany any further so she just pulled them both in, hoping that Brittany would feel protected and safe in her embrace.

#brittany s pierce #brittana fanfic #brittana #brittana fanfiction #santana lopez

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gnome-liker · 2 months ago

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I don't think I'm attracted to my best friend at all. I've thought about it because I know she finds me hot. She would be happy if I tried some sort of relationship, but I don't want one from her at all.

I don't find litter and rubbish very attractive. She drops litter in the street. When it eats in bed, she leaves her plastic and napkins on top of her personal items at the edge of her mattress, often sleeping with a pile of rubbish. Every morning, I find a few cheese wrappers left on our food prepping table, waiting for the bin fairy to sweep away these greasy strands of plastic.

Maybe I think it's ugly that you're constantly drinking energy drinks and don't brush your teeth. The cans go in it's bed too.

I don't find it very attractive when someone speaks poorly of themselves. I'm not known for being mentally well, but I know I've grown up enough to speak kindly to myself. None of my friends get to talk to me like my voice in my head does, loving yourself goes a long way. Please, it breaks me to hear you talking about yourself so poorly.

"I don't find people looking at their phones very attractive" I type up on my smartphone. Sorry, her whole life she is on that phone. When she goes to sleep, it's often her passing out whilst looking at something on her phone. On the bus, she's on the phone. She complains that she can't read books anymore, but she will never find the time to do anything she cares about if she spends all her time looking at her phone.

I don't find conversations that start with "I should", "I want" or "I need" very interesting. Yeah, all these cool ideas you've had for years would be pretty sick if they existed. Why don't her ideas pour out of her ears and solidify in her hands?

She does nothing. She is on her phone. She doesn't say anything I feel like talking about.

It probably sounds like I hate her guts and want her out of my life. Day to day life with her? It's chill, actually.

We wake up whatever stupid stoner time of day, chat shit, eat food, smoke, maybe go out, see people, go to gigs together, get drunk together, eat fast food, and sometimes fuck. We even moved to a different country together.

She's chill as hell, I like this friendship. The day it's over is gonna break my heart (not being pessimistic, life is a cycle and that's chill. Sometimes friendships end).

Why am I typing this onto Tumblr dot com rather than speaking to her about it? Writing helps develop thoughts.

I think she's unattractive and ugly because of her traits as a person, the small choices in her everyday life, almost invisible personal values we perform. She doesn't look after things, she doesn't look after herself, and I don't know what she would do with a relationship.

Not showering for months makes your hair and filthy. Never brushing your teeth will make them rot. This will make you ugly, disgustingly ugly. This kind of ugliness is not always a choice. Homelessness is physically intense, disability and illness will trap you in bed for weeks, and sometimes people avoid doing "obvious" things for reasons that you simply don't know because you're not them and it's not your life.

Telling it this would break it's heart. She's the most beautiful butch woman I've met, tall, often proud to be herself and smiling.

My gut turns at the sight of her rotting teeth, the smell of unshowered tgirl grease and sweat (a smell which has attached itself to her clothes) keeps my feet away from her, her slick and crusty lips drag heavily on spliffs (the spliff gets passed back wet on the roach).

Her grunts, singing, hums, mouthy breathing, snoring, and eating triggers my misophonia.

I want to scream at her.

Friends don't fucking scream at eachother. I think I have enough emotional intelligence to not scream at my friends. i don't think she knows how much it physically hurts to be around her sometimes.

This is so unfair, she's so nice to me. I feel like screaming.

we aren't smart but we survive together. I'm lucky to have her as a friend.

But if I'm being honest:

Someone who doesn't clean or do laundry is not partner material.

Lucky me, someone who doesn't clean lives with me and finds me hot.

Ugh, I feel like I'm running in circles whenever I try writing.

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defronny · 5 months ago

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𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝

pairing ── pham hanni x female reader

summary ── you dumbly thought things would settle the best for you, but instantly, you also remember that life doesn't give a fuck about you... maybe it does, just a little.

contains ── angst, wholesome at the end, mention of abuse and blood, vulgar language, violence, college student hanni, biker reader

taglist ── n/a

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── ── ꒰ ᶻz ꒱ ── ──

"you're fucking unbelievable, y/n! don't you dare think that escaping me is a good way!"

your mother screamed furiously, running to you with a jar of milk to throw to your way as you ride your motor before revving loudly. you scoff as the gate opens automatically for you the moment you pressed the green bottom just next to it.

"mom, cut the shit. do you think screaming will solve everything? no, and this isn't gonna be solved soon if you keep screaming like a damn goat." you glared her way, moving your motor forward before it was stopped by your mother, who desperately popped in front of you and tried to stop you.

you grimaced at the disgusting smell from her, "step out, mom! take a shower while i leave, will ya?! i'm not coming back anymore," you revved your motor again, trying to scare her with the loud sound.

it did scare her, yelling as she covers her ears with the jar of milk still in her hand. "you asshole! fucking dickhead!" she curses you out, but it enters and leaves your ears as you finally leave the horrendous house.

as you ride away, you turn back to your mom in the distance and give her a finger, ignoring her ear-piercing screams and neverending cursing.

and you were out of that house, officially and never coming back ever again. arguments with your mother is turning horrible, violent and dangerous.

you honestly don't know why you, a 21-year-old woman, are still living with your mother when you already can live independently. but your mother apparently doesn't give a shit. claiming that she's your mother and you should be repaying her back for all the years she has taken care of you— you just did that.

you literally just paid everything for her. you gave her money, a house, a car, and a fucking land- isn't that enough to repay her? shouldn't she be glad that she has a house for herself?

you just couldn't believe her. she's acting so immature when you try to talk it out to her that you decided to live alone because you're all grown up and wanted a life for yourself.

but no, she decided to cry about it and yell at you for having the audacity to leave her alone just after having a wonderful job. you can't believe the words that's leaving her mouth and honestly? you had enough.

did she forget the abuse and torture she caused? it left you scarred and traumatized to be even staying in the same house with her, but you bear with it because she's your damn mother.

but now, you're free, and thank heaven, you were finally allowed to cry.

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to take out your anger and stress, you cruised around until you got far far away from your mother. stopping at every convenience store that you encounter, buying a drink, and eat to ease your stress away, a cope to escape from reality until it turned midnight.

you checked the time, and it is almost 12 am, so you decided to just stay back at the 7-eleven store with a drink in your hand.

with your protection motor suit, you thought you'd be feeling sweaty and hot because of how thick it is, but thankfully, the night was a lot colder than usual.

you prefer a cold evening over a heat-stroking morning, and that's why you were feeling content right now as you took a sip of your drink. after finishing your drink, you throw it into the trash can nearby and head back to your yamaha motorcycle.

it was parked a bit far from the store, so you had to walk a little to get to your motorcycle. you didn't mind, since you enjoyed walking as much as you enjoy eating food and riding your big bike motorcycle.

it was a black yamaha r3— just a good one for you to use daily to work and back. you love it so much, and it became your baby basically.

too bad, you don't have a special someone who could be your company backpack to ride around, but.. you just don't mind at all. you love being alone most of the time, that's why.

as you had already sat on your bike comfortably to watch the countless stars spread out in the dark blue sky, the peace and warmth was finally engulfing you like a warm blanket.

no nagging and definitely no cursing towards you was heard.

you smiled, until you heard a short scream from a distance and your smile dropped to turn your head to where the sound came from.

coming from behind the store, you see a woman running frantically from a group of men who cursed and was holding a some sort of a weapon. a dangerous one at that, and there's five of them-

before you could process everything, the woman had already saw you and immediately rushed towards you, gripping onto your arm as she heaves unevenly and legs trembling badly. "p-please, help me!" she begs.

you could see tears in her eyes and the way her whole body trembling in terror and fear. you instantly stepped down from your motorcycle to cover the stranger from getting wacked by one of the gang's bat.

he harshly hit your head, though it was protected with your helmet, the impact was still stronger and you almost got stumbled onto the stranger before she caught you with a cry of worry. you grunt before raising your leg to kick the man and taking his bat as he falls to the ground with a curse with his gangs got furious.

"fuck.. you swing that bat real good, but i can crack your balls in just a second, boss." you glared through the tinted screen of your helmet, ignoring the pain on your head. the woman whimpered in terror behind you, gripping onto your clothes as she hides from the angry gang.

the larger man, who seem to be the leader, chuckle maliciously as he harshly pats his gang brother on his back, who was the one you just kicked earlier when he beats you with his bat. "you sound too feminine, so i'm assuming you're a woman,"

"yeah, no shit." you bit back, your grip around the bat handle tightened. the gang laughed mockingly at you, but you ignored it and slightly turned your head to the woman behind you, keeping your eyes on the men.

"call the police, i can't take them all by myself." you mumbled to her, voice loud enough just for her to hear. she quickly did as you told her, frantically taking out her phone and dials the police.

you turned back to the men, specifically to the leader.

"how about you leave us ladies alone, gentlemen?" you calmly said as you opened your screen to see them better, but they continued to laugh mockingly.

the bulky one beside the leader snorts, "sorry, beautiful lady- but we need that woman behind you. you see, she left something very bad to us.. and we were hurt, so we just wanted to teach her a lesson."

he gave you a disturbing smile, causing you to sigh tiredly, still hearing the stranger behind you mumbling to the phone. you take one step forward before you removed your helmet, revealing your bruised face that you got from your mother.

just purple bruise over your cheek and a swollen corner lip with a red cut.

"hey, what lesson are you shitting about? are you fucking kidding me, huh?" you cursed and gave your helmet to the stranger behind you before swinging your bat towards the leader who barely dodged your hit.

you hit his chin, causing him to wobble back and held his bleeding chin with a pained groan. his gang members suddenly turned aggressive and started running towards you, ready to teach you a lesson.

but all of the sudden, the sound of the siren was heard nearby and cops finally arrived.

"HEY! GET BACK HERE, MOTHER FUCKERS!" the gang, instead of rushing towards you, decided to run away from the cops, who cursed at them after what they had witnessed.

you and the stranger behind you stood there blankly, watching as the chase occurred. you wondered if they witnessed what you did to the man as well, but decided to let that go, as you instantly instructed the girl to wear your helmet.

confused, she obeyed and wore the helmet while you got on your bike before she followed suit. upon bringing up the stand and turning it on, you immediately dashed out of the cops and gang's sight.

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stopping in front of some random building, you pushed down the stand and the stranger behind you immediately scurries off the bike when she hears you gagging and heaving unevenly.

when she did, you followed suit with a little rush in your movement and instantly, bending to the side to vomit the contents from your stomach.

tears fell as the churning in your stomach was a bit painful for you to handle right now with all the stress.

"h-hey," she stutters, worried engulfed her as she helplessly watched you vomiting almost violently. she gently pats your back and carefully pulling your hair to hold them up from your way.

you continue to heave heavily, "fuck.. can't believe i puked my guts out again." you groaned in pain, holding onto your aching head. "mother fucker,"

she frowns, but does not pause patting your back. "you should lay down first." but you shake your head, "can't-" you heave, tears still falling and slowly, your knees begin to weaken.

eventually, you were sat on the ground by the woman and you leaned against the wall as you tiredly closed your eyes and rest.

then, after a little while, your eyes fluttered open as you were met with a blurred sight of a gentle, guilty smile and brown glassy eyes. you still felt tired and exhausted, just wanted to sleep the night away until the next two days.

"you shouldn't be resting here though... it's too dirty and there's a lot of people near us."

you hear her sigh, before hearing her taking out her phone from her purse. not knowing what she's doing, you just stared at her numbly and the headache continues to intensify and the nausea is clearly there.

"dammit.." she curses, biting on her lower lip in frustration when she couldn't find any available uber taxi from the app. she turns her phone off and sighs tiredly, then turns to look at you just to see you staring at her with a saddened eyes.

it broke her heart quite literally. tears began to well up, "i am so sorry for getting you involved.. i shouldn't come near you.." she sobbed, the guilt and remorse became unbearable for her to look at your pitiful, injured state.

but just one small shake from you caused her to look down on pure guilt. a sob escapes before releasing another one and another, until she turns into a crying mess.

"i'm so sorry," she wails, leaning her body against your chest as she continues to apologize to you.

and then, you embraced her. not as tightly nor loosen as she thought— it was just a perfect grip. your trembling hand strokes the back of her head, a gesture to calm her down but it only broke her further.

"... it's fine." a word of reassurance was enough for her to cry again.

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"... can you stop pacing around? you're making my head hurt even more." you deadpanned as you lay on her bed, resting and watching as she keeps walking around with a guilty look on her face and biting onto her nails.

she stops, "sorry-" there, you sigh again, holding your head and closes your eyes.

"stop apologizing every single time. it's not your fault," you reminded her a hundred times in just a night, feeling helpless with this girl who can't stop apologizing and feeling bad for what happened to you.

but you don't care about it anymore, she's safe now so what more is she worried about?

"... did the bleeding stop?" she asks quietly, taking a seat on her bed next to your laying form. your eyes were still closed, and you gave a small nod to her question.

you hear her releasing a small sigh, then silence. it took you or her a full minute before both of you accidentally spoke at the same time. you opened one eye.

"you go first." nonchalantly you said.

she hesitates before starting, her averted soft eyes were still full of guilt and worry, but comfort was also there. "my name is hanni," then she turns to you, making eye contact.

"hanni pham."

you hum, removing your hand from your head and dropping it on your stomach. "call me y/n, hanni." she nodded with a small smile, to which you wanted to return the gesture but you were bit numb to try it.

she seems to understand. "...i wanted to say i'm sorry again-" she hushed you quickly before you say anything, holding your gaze with determined and pleaded eyes. "just- let me say it. please."

and you let her, sigh in defeat. she smiles again, before it turns into a frown. "i'm sorry for what happened. i know you were confused and uncomfortable, but something just.. happened."

she pursed her lips, discomfort was visible from her body. you eyed her, patiently waiting for her to continue. her sigh came out shaky and nervous, you guessed. "it wasn't a good happening at all."

"i was trying to walk home from school, and it was pretty much a long walk for me." she continues, "and then i was walking past them and they started cat-calling me." you noticed a shudder from her shoulder.

something churned inside your stomach, and you don't like it. nonetheless, she continues with a deepened frown. "it continued like that for, i think, six minutes. i keep telling them to stop, yet they didn't—then i just.." she sighs once again.

"i guess i just snapped, and all hell loose."

and you understand her, completely and sincerely. men can be a dick and asshole, and sometimes, they couldn't take a no and immediately get aggressive like a damned dog out of nowhere. this is exactly why women aren't safe around them at all.

speaking from experience.

you nodded slowly, eyes softened in understanding. then, tears started to fall from her eyes. "i.. i was so scared. scared that they'll do something bad to me.. i-" she choked on her sob, clawing onto her head.

"it wasn't the first time happening to me but i was still scared—"

you stopped her there. your hands immediately gripping her hands and pull them away from her head, avoiding any injuries that she would cause on herself.

then, upon releasing her hands, you cupped her wet cheeks and held her gently, as if you were scared to be rough with her- and it made her sob more at this fact.

"hanni." you call her name, but you said it in a more comforting and soft way, not wanting to make her feel even more bad for what she couldn't control. your heart ached for her, and you truly know what she's going through.

"hanni..." you breathe shakily, ignoring the pounding on your head as you leaned your forehead against hers. you could smell her minty breath, and feel the sweat from her skin but you didn't care.

you held her close, "hey.. i know you're scared of what happened. i was scared too, for you. when i see you with those guys chasing after you..." your exhale quivered when released from your lips.

"...i just knew what they were thinking. so i just.. did what i have to do." your thumbs, trembling, rubs her cheek as tears continue to fall like waterfall.

her chest was hurting from the loud pounding from her heart, not expecting you to be this.. gentle and soft with her.

"...i know what you were feeling, and i don't want you to go through that again... it can't be avoided exactly, but i want you to be more careful than ever.. it's what we, women, have to do in this unfair world."

she notices the crack on your voice, and glances to see your tears falling as well. and she knows now— how much you understand her, how much you wanted to comfort her, and how much comfort you have truly provided her in this very moment.

her heart skipped a beat.

you made eye-contact with her. you looked even more vulnerable than earlier, and she let out a choke sob once again. "i.. i don't want to feel unsafe here."

you nodded, mumbling words of comfort. "i know, i know." she continues on and on, and you let her reach her limit, letting her cry onto your shoulder as she drops against you.

you held her tight, and she wholeheartedly accepted your warm embrace.

─────

"...you left home? why?"

she looked genuine when she asked, and you hoped that she wouldn't make fun of your decision in life. you closed your eyes as you and her laid beside each other on her bed.

"mom is an addict and an abuser. she's crazy. she tries to gaslight me that she loves me very much, and then starts beating the shit out of me as if she's trying to take my lifespan away."

you chuckle nonchalantly, while she gasped in shock. her brows furrowed deeply, "that's... she's a real bitch, then." you turn your head to her as your eyes open, while she grumbles.

you laugh amusedly, nudging her arm with the back of your hand. "she is." your toes curled a bit as the cold breeze from the air conditioner became a bit colder, but you liked it anyways.

"i grew up without a dad ever since i could remember, and she's the only woman i've known in my entire life. i also admit i was being an asshole to some people back then," she snorts, causing you to smile sheepishly.

"but.. i managed to grow up properly, i guess. though, i do remember having a job at the age of 11 then paying my own tuition at school, while she does nothing at home."

she raises her eyebrows, "what job did you have?" she asks, turning to look into your eyes curiously. you gave a small smile and shrugged, "who knows? maybe just a little helper at a small store and whatsoever,"

she pouts at the answer, but lets it go since you probably didn't want to talk about it. "fucked up life for us then. i don't have a mom anymore, and only had my dad and sister."

you listened attentively, liking how pleasing her voice sounds to your ears. it was soft and clear. you listened to her own backstory, closing your eyes.

"we were a happy family, though it wasn't the same when my mom passed away." she sighs, "dad wasn't abusive though, and i'm grateful for that. but he became neglectful to us, and keeps leaving the house for no particular reason."

you grimaced at that, but you made no comment about it.

even so, she smiles. "but that was all. me and my sister weren't hurt and that's enough for me. i managed to get a part-time job too, to provide for myself and my sister— and now, we both are living together in this apartment."

you blinked, "oh. this apartment?" you sniffles, turning to your side to face her. "does that mean she's here too?" to which she responded with a shake of her head.

"nah, she's currently at her friend's house for a sleepover."

"ah.. okay." you bluntly said, causing her to laugh shortly. she turns to you as well, laying on her side and facing towards you. she smiles, and you smiled back.

"...do you believe in fate?"

you blinked naturally before nodding, "i guess i do. why'd you ask?" she continues to smile, fondly almost. "do you think this is a coincidence or a fate? a destiny that we've met?"

at this, you chuckle. "kinda random, i must say." she shrugged and waited for your reply. you hummed as you closed your eyes, "...i guess it is destiny, or.. a miracle for me?"

hanni could've sworn her heart skipped a large beat when you fluttered open your eyes and gave the softest, most damned adorable smile she ever witnessed. her ears reddened.

"o-oh.. why is it a miracle?"

she stuttered, feeling her cheeks burning at your gaze. your smile widens, so does her heart skipping a beat once more. this isn't good.. but it felt so right.

"it was a short encounter, but it felt like everything began to change." you mumbled, and snuggled closer to her bed sheets. "this wouldn't happen at all, if it weren't for a miracle to step in. and make me feel comforted."

you chuckle, "it's just weird. but, i guess i made a new friend today...?" at this, you turn to her and purse your lips. she blinks thrice, before giggling at your cuteness.

"glad you made a new friend, y/n. that friend of yours," she yawns softly, ".. must've been so lucky to meet you too." and the last thing she sees before darkness engulfed her is your warm eyes and smile and a small nod.

"...i'm lucky too."

──── ꒰ end ꒱ ────

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