#it’s 1am i can’t tell if this is an original thought so if i accidentally remade someone else’s post lmk and ill take this down

[vampire-rodeo]

do you know the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man? do you know the muffin man, who lives on 308 Negra Arroyo Lane?

[enderbird]

Anniversary Special

Summary:  The 65th Anniversary Special for the Warner Siblings happens. Yakko learns some things that, in the end, don't matter.

Words: 1808

Warnings: talk of the canonical neglect of the warners : i am staring at the water tower :, mention of attempted murder? that is. kinda it. 

Notes: I watched the 65th Anniversary Special of the original Animaniacs yesterday. I had some feelings and shoved them on through Yakko tgyhu  They’re probably OOC as I have never written the Warners before. I threw in the beginning of the story from Wakko’s Wish in here because I thought it’d be cute. and I also have no idea when they actually started working on the movie. we out here.

AO3

This wasn’t beta-ed... or like. yeah. It’s probably got a few mistakes in it because I did start this at 1am today. but yeah.

He shouldn't have been surprised as he was, not that it was clear he was surprised about anything. Yakko was drawn an actor and, even though he can't die, he likes to say he'll die one too. It's just... everyone knew they were in the water tower. Everybody. Other toons, the staff, the big man upstairs too.. probably. Everyone except the public seemed to know they were locked up in a water tower for sixty years of their toony lives. 

 He can't express his anger, of course, it's their 65th Anniversary Special! He should be celebrating sixty-five years of wonderful time with everyone, not wishing he hadn't spent most of them locked away with his siblings. 

 Yet here he is. About to explode he's so upset. 

 Yakko always thought maybe the other toons were working on trying to free them and such other things. They were fellow toons! Trapping children in a space with nothing but their half-formed hammerspaces and imaginations in a fucking water tower isn't how toons should be treated. He'd hoped someone, maybe Bugs, the very face of the company, had tried to get them free or something, you know? But no.

 In the end, it seemed  everyone  at Warner Bros was happy to have been rid of them for sixty glorious, glorious years. Not a full sixty, though, they still got to be free one day every few years so the tower could be checked for termites and whatever. He never bothered to listen to what they were let out for because it honestly never mattered. For one day, even if it be only every few years, he got to be somewhere else. 

 That was something they all had always looked forward to. Running around in search of new things. Everything was always changing and it was so hard to keep track of it all when you only get to see snippets of it every few years. But it was okay! Even if they always got caught at the end of the day after the company was done doing god knows what, they still at least got to see something new. Something exciting.

 Yakko grabbed his siblings' hands in an attempt to pull himself away from his thoughts as if they wouldn't just return later in the night when they got back home. Back to the tower.. back in his ball pit. For now, though? He might as well enjoy what was left of the show, as much as his revelation hurt him. He really did hold onto the hope the other toons would try and free them. 

 Honestly, when they were first locked away, he'd thought it was a joke. He sat there for almost two months just waiting for the punchline to kick off. He'd only actually thought that because everyone just seemed so excited and happy when they were put in the tower.. he wanted to hold onto that, not that he was able to for long.

  When he'd looked back up at the screen he saw Daffy, talking about their original nonsensical cartoon. The one about the flypaper or whatever it was. Complaining about how it went on for eight hours. This was kinda rude to show at an event that was supposed to celebrate them, right? It felt rude at least. Whatever. 

 He just squeezed his siblings' hands and ignored the show, seeing as nothing good had come from actually watching it so far.

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 Hours later, he couldn't sleep. The night had gotten better after they got back home. After Buddy tried to kill them out of jealousy for his old, ruined reputation, and after he'd found that no one cares about them stuck in the tower. You'd think Yakko would be a little more shaken up about the dying thing, but no. 

 It seems he was the only one not able to sleep so far, as he could hear Dot moving around in her sleep above him, and Wakko making noises in their sleep on the top bunk. He'd probably wake them up so they could all sleep together if that didn't just make him feel a little iffier. He was the oldest, right? The oldest doesn't need to ask his younger siblings if they could all sleep together because he couldn't just sleep alone. That's stupid.

 He just gave up and got up. Wakko would probably be up soon, as the middle child always got up for something at some point in the night. Dot would follow after Wakko accidentally wakes her up, etc etc. Yakko probably knew his siblings better than anything, more than any song he's had to memorize the lyrics for or the very backs of his paws. 

 He placed any balls that had fallen out when he got up back in his ball pit bed, rubbing his eyes and wandering off in the dark towards their little kitchen. He might as well wait there... it's where everyone ended up at some point in the night. 

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 A few hours later, give or take, Yakko heard the unmistakable sound of Wakko climbing down the bunk bed ladder and making their way around the water tower. They sometimes sleep-ate or talked.. or walked.. so if that ended up being the case tonight then he'd wake up Wakko, but only then. 

 He'd pulled a light out of hammerspace to read with, but ended up messing around with and breaking it. How he broke the light didn't exactly matter as he saw, heard more than anything, his sibling finally stumble into the kitchen. 

 What really sucked about the dark was, even if they were supposed to be animals and such, they had terrible night vision. It didn't help with gags, and they weren't any specific animal, so they didn't have the luxury of most other toons when it came to the dark. That was what really got him about being stuck in the dark for so long. 

 He squinted at the other toon from his spot at the kitchen table, only to find he was being squinted at back. 

 "What're you doin' up?" Was the only thing he found Wakko saying, who now standing in the doorway and waiting for an answer.

 Now obviously he can't just answer with "Oh I was thinking about all our time stuck in here with no clear way of being able to ever leave" because that's upsetting. This was one of the last people he could ever find himself trying to upset, not that'd he'd want to go and just do that anyway. It's against his very purpose as a toon, isn't it? 

 "Just couldn't sleep. Thought I'd come in here and run into you sooner or later, you know? Did you wake up Dottie?"

 Both brothers knew never to call their sister Dottie, it was Dot or Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the Third, and she made sure it stayed that way.. but it didn't seem she'd wake up yet tonight. Maybe later. It should, at least, be safe to joke about until then. 

 Wakko seemed to accept that answer as they continued their journey to the fridge, blinding a very tired Yakko when they opened it. They pulled out a giant cake from god knows where before going over to sitting across from their brother.

 "I didn't hear her getting up this time. Just her normal movin' around. Did you wanna talk to her or somethin'?" Is what Yakko finally got in response, but only after Wakko had taken a huge bite out of the cake.. as well at their plate. 

He just shook his head, laying it down on his arms. "Thought maybe we could spend the day after our 65th Anniversary Special doing something together. Only if you guys want to, of course."

 It took longer to get a response, as Wakko had just swallowed the cake and plate whole, which wasn't anything new. "Maybe you could tell Dot the story from that script we got a few days ago. She'd like getting to practice.." 

 "I'd like to get to tell you both the story, even if it's mostly about Dot. You're not there for it in the movie, are you?"

 Wakko just shook their head, laying it on their arms as their brother had done a bit before.

 "Well, that just can't do. How about.. we all sleep in my ball pit tonight. You could go grab Dot after you're finished snacking, and I'll see about finding those scripts to look back over, yeah?" 

 Wakko nodding along, seeming pretty happy with the idea before running off to get their sister. 

 While Wakko did that and about got their fingers bitten off for it, Yakko just continued to sit there, looking happier than he had earlier. Not that anyone could see his face. Wakko probably knew he didn't have to look over his lines but agreed so he could be alone a little longer, or maybe they were just that tired. He didn't care which.

 Yakko probably needed Wakko and Dot more than they needed him. He was okay with that, but it's not something he'd tell them. All that mattered right now was getting to his siblings before Dot or Wakko got impatient and came looking for him, which he was completely fine with doing. 

 He stepped into the little spot they'd sectioned off from the rest of the water tower and called a room before clearing his throat, which he mostly did just to let them know he'd finally gotten back. 

 "Dot, if you didn't murder Wakko over your 'cutie sleep', I'm gonna go ahead and say sorry for waking you up. If Wakko did perish by your hand I'm taking it back." 

 That was mostly a joke. They'd never kill over sleep, not usually at least. Dot did just get annoyed if woken up for almost any reason. 

 He slid into the ball pit he, for some reason unknown to him, called a bed. The last time they were out he found some kind of time-traveling dohickey Brain had made for one of his failed schemes and decided to go and mess around for a bit. See what the future was like. Just found some ball pit laying in the middle of some convention hall.

 He can't remember what it was called now (Mashcon? Stashcon? Dashcon??) and it didn't matter. What mattered now is he could feel both of his siblings with him that he needed to start on a story for. 

 "Alright, you two. Here we go," he cleared his throat again, with no real need to... again. "Once upon a time, a brave knight married a beautiful princess-" 

 Yeah. This would turn out okay, even if he wasn't too happy with the other toons right now. He'd always be just fine with these two. That's all that was important.

[rose-demica]

Gif Drabble, A ruined date

So @mariekoukie6661​ sent me an ask with this gif... my new kitten jumped on my keyboard and somehow managed to privately answer it before it was finished. Thanks to my friends at the @fanficocean​, we were able to figure out where it went, and get most of it back. (I also have definitely learnt my lesson, and will be now solely writing on docs outside of tumblr again).

It does mean I lost the original gif, and despite searching for the gif, and having the original poster’s ID, it hasn’t helped me find it. So it’s just a screenshot for now. 

A sigh of relief passes your lips, eyes darting to the clock as your manager bustles in the door, mouthing apologies as you kept helping the seemingly endless line of people. It was 1am, four hours after your shift had been supposed to end. Everyone else from the other supervisor’s team had arrived on time, allowing the rest of your team to leave, but your own relief hadn’t shown up, hadn’t even had the decency to call in and warn the managers in advance. They’d asked you to stay later while they scrambled to find someone to cover the absence… you hadn’t expected it to take four hours. 

You had hoped for a moment to text your date, tell him you’d be delayed, or just cancel. It was a bad look for a third date, but you had no choice, the store couldn’t run without a supervisor, and there was no way you could close up the store, not two days before Christmas. Not when, even at 1 am, the lines for the registers winded back down through the aisles.

It was bad, really bad, to just ghost a man on your third date, but hopefully, he would understand. He had to understand, you really liked this guy. If your co-worker had cost you one of the sweetest guy’s you’d met, you would never forgive her.

“Just give me ten to set up.” You nodded as the manager breezed past you towards checkout control, turning your attention back to the woman who was insisting the sale sign didn’t specify a size. (It did, this was the 73rd time today you’d had this argument over this specific product.)

Those ten minutes dragged by, but finally, finally, you did your hand over and clocked out. Your first stop, once you were off the floor, was to check your phone. There were only five text messages, and two missed calls. Your heart hit your stomach, chest seizing up, did this mean he had given up? He wasn’t as interested in you as you thought. 

A shaky breath escaped your lips as you opened your conversation with him and read your messages. 

2105 

Hey, I’m here early, but don’t feel like you need to rush. There was a mess up with our reservation, so our table won’t be available for a little while. I’m at the garden bar, I can’t wait to see you. 

2147

So I guess you’re running a bit late? Our table just opened up. I’ll order a drink and wait for you there. If you want I can place your order in advance? I know you tend to skip your breaks when it’s busy, and I hate to have you wasting away longer than necessary. 

2215. One missed call.

2216

Are you far off? I’m getting a lot of dirty looks from the staff. Who knew they don’t like people who sit at tables and never order more than a drink?

2308

I gotta be honest here, I really like you, which is why I am praying you aren’t standing me up or ghosting me. It’s also why I’m going back to the garden bar. They’ve shut the kitchen down, but they said I can wait there until they close. I think they feel bad for me, and think I’m stupid for waiting this long... maybe I am...

2357

Well, it’s just me and the bartender left. The last stragglers from the restaurant left about 10 minutes ago, and now the staff have to. I know they won’t tell me to leave, not as a paying customer, however discounted my drinks might be, but I will. They’re allowed to close up early if there are no customers, and I don’t want to be the one keeping them open, not this close to Christmas when everyone is so busy and wants to be with family. So I guess I’ll... to be honest, I don’t know what I plan to do. Maybe I’ll head home, let me know that you’re safe please, even if you are ghosting me. 

0027. One missed call.

Your fingers were automatically typing out a reply as your brain tried to figure out what to say, but as soon as it was typed you deleted it. What could you possibly say to apologise for the fact that you had stood him up, as much as you hadn’t wanted to. He had waited at the bar for you for at least three hours. You didn’t know if you would be able to do the same, endure all those looks from the staff and other patrons. Just sit at the bar, constantly casting glances at the time and trying desperately not to think-

“Goodnight.” You glance up in shock, only to see one of your staff members passing by on their way back onto the floor. You slid your phone into your pocket, step one was getting home, then you could put your feet up and figure out how to apologise for your disaster of a shift, and missing the date without giving any warning. 

~~~

You feel your body relax as you step off the bus, nearly home, it was nearly all over, you were nearly home. You dropped your bag at the bus stop bench, sitting down and peeling off your work shoes, feet screaming after a long day of standing on them in cheap shoes. The snow was nice against your feet, at least, it was for now. The cold bite of the snow numbing the pain receptors. It would give you enough time to get home before it got too cold, or your feet gave out on you.

You were quick to pick up your bag and get moving, there was only so long before your feet would turn to icicles. Your eyes were glued to your phone as you walked the familiar route home, no one would be out at 1.30 in the morning. You barely looked up to type the code that would let you in to your apartment building’s lobby, nor as you approached the stairs, it was only as you made to dodge a person sitting on the bottom one that you looked up. 

Stunning blue eyes met yours, knocking the wind out of you. 

“Sorry beautiful, I just had to make sure that you’re alright. Please don’t think I’m a stalker or anything.” The man spoke, raising his hands. It took you a second more to tear your eyes from his, give yourself the chance to scan his body and recognise the man rising to stand before you. Your date, Clint Barton.

“Wha-” He chuckled at your stunned expression, 

“You never replied, I was worried that maybe someone had kidnapped or ambushed you, figured the least I could do was check-in to make sure everything was all right.” He motioned to the phone in your hand, before tucking his hands into his pockets and shuffling awkwardly. 

“I’m sorry, I was going to reply once I got home, I had no idea what to say to you.” You found your voice, putting your phone away. It hadn’t occurred to you that he might swing by to check on you, no one had ever done that before, it was sweet. 

“No worries, I understand, have a good life Y/N.” He took a few steps away, and you reached out quickly, your hand reaching out in an attempt to wrap around a firm bicep. He could have kept going, easily pulled his arm from yours, but he stopped, turning back towards you. 

“No. No-” It couldn’t all end, not like this. “I meant-” You breathed out heavily, searching for the same words you’d been looking for, ever since you’d read his messages. “Come upstairs? I still haven’t eaten, we can talk over a midnight snack.” His smile took your breath away, nodding slowly, almost as if he was waiting for you to take it back. “Great, my feet are killing me.” You smiled back, turning to eye up the stairs. You were only on the 3rd floor, but you weren’t sure you could convince your feet to carry you up that far. 

‘Allow me.” You turned back to Clint, offering him your bag, but he only shook his head, stepping closer to sweep you off your feet and into the bridal hold. “You’ll have to let me know which floor and room, I’m afraid I only managed to figure out which building was yours.” You wanted to complain, insist you could walk yourself, but you couldn’t deny the sheer relief that you were finally off your feet. 

“Just this once.” You meant to say it in your head, but the words accidentally fell out of your mouth, Clint chuckling at you. “3H.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, tucking your head into his neck. Eyes falling closed, feeling safe in his arms.

“You seem exhausted.” 

“My co-worker never showed, took them four hours to find and get someone in so I could get off. It was so busy I couldn’t even send you a message.” You sighed heavily, “I love Christmas, I really do. But I hate it.” 

“I had hoped it was something like that.” He spoke softly, before pausing, setting your feet back on the ground, one arm staying wrapped around your waist. You turned, looking up at him, arms staying looped around his neck, holding him close to you. 

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting. I wanted to be there.” He lifted another hand, running it down the side of your face, before cupping your jaw. 

“I waited as long as I could.” He responded, leaning in closer to you. Your eyes flicked down to his soft pink lips, able to think of nothing but how badly you wanted to taste them. 

“I know.” You stretched up, pausing when you could feel his breath roll across your face, waiting for him to close the distance. “Thank you.” You felt more than heard his quiet groan, lips rushing against yours a moment later. You responded tangling one of your hands into his hair and holding him. 

It was your stomach growling that interrupted you, Clint pulling back with a smile. 

“Let’s get you inside and fed, then we can discuss continuing this.” You stretched up, stealing another kiss from his lips, savouring the way they felt moving with yours, before pulling back and searching for your keys, eager to get inside and salvage what you could of your date.

[kk095]

Late Night Holdup

***here's my latest story. It may need some additional editing, but I hope everyone enjoys!***

Grace was a 32 year old single mother of 2. She was a pleasantly plump white woman who stood at 5'5 with straight brown hair, blue eyes, and had a small tattoo on top of her left foot. Since money was a little tight and the kid's father wasn’t in the picture, she worked 2 jobs: 1 as a housekeeping manager at a local hotel, and a 2nd part time job as an overnight cashier at a gas station convenience store.

Typically, the overnight shift at the gas station wasn’t a big deal. The crowds were pretty light, and she’d be able to be home with her kids during the day. The store owner was pretty laid back as well; he didn’t mind if Grace listened to music or played games on her phone when nobody was in the store.

The night in question started off like many others she’s worked before. It was a Thursday night into Friday morning, and weeknights like this were usually slow. She was set to work from 11pm to 7am that night, and arrived at approximately 10:50pm to start her shift.

There were a small handful of customers between 11 and 1am, but the store became a ghost town after that. To kill the silence and boredom, Grace played some games on her phone for the next little while.

Around 1:45am, a man arrived on foot and walked into the convenience store. He was a tall, thin white man who was around 6’2 or 6’3. He was wearing a gray zip up hoodie with the hood up with baggy, worn out jeans, and a pair of red Nike shoes. His complexion was rather pasty and some of his facial features appeared to be sunken in rather than chiseled, giving him the appearance of someone who partakes in hard drug use. The man browsed up and down the aisles of the store, grabbing a butterfinger and a small bottle of pepsi. When he approached the register, he put the 2 items down and asked grace for a pack of Newport red shorts. While Grace walked over to the area where cigarettes were kept, the man pulled out a short barreled Smith&Wesson 357 magnum revolver from his waistband.

When Grace turned back around, she dropped the pack of cigarettes, taken aback by the sight of a gun being pointed in her direction. “gimme what’s in the register and what’s in the safe.” The robber demanded. Grace stood still like a deer in headlights with her hands up. “listen bitch, I don’t wanna hurt you! Now get me the fuckin cash!” the robber yelled, quickly growing impatient. “um… uh… I can’t do the safe. The store owner has the key…” Grace replied, absolutely terrified. “well figure it out! Let’s hurry this shit up!” the criminal shouted. Grace fought back tears, handing the man what was in the register. She was then escorted at gunpoint to the back room where the storm’s safe was. “I… I can’t do the safe, I swear!” A teary eyed Grace said, trying to plead with the man. “Oh come on! Can’t you call the manager or some shit?!” the gunman asked impatiently. “um... I…” Grace lost her train of thought, looking at the barrel of the loaded pistol once again. The robber started to grow impatient and began screaming and berating Grace. Grace was now in tears. “Please… don’t hurt me… I have 2 kids…” grace cried, trying to appeal the man’s emotions a bit, but it was no use.

While the gunman continued to yell and berate Grace about the safe, a 2nd customer walked in. “Hello? Anyone here?” a male voice asked. The voice caught the robber off guard. He jumped a little bit and accidentally squeezed the trigger, firing off 1 shot. Initially, Grace thought the shot missed her. But when she looked down, she saw a small, circular blood stain on her shirt in her left chest. “oh my God… did I get shot?!” she blurted out, surprised at the turn of events. The customer who just entered the store heard the gun shot and made a beeline for the exit. The man had enough common sense to pull out their phone and call 911. The call was the following:

911 operator: 911, what is your emergency?

Man: I was at the gas station and I heard a gunshot. I think there’s a robbery going on in there!

911 operator: alright sir, what is the location of your emergency?

Man: uhhh… I’m at the shell gas station on 3rd Avenue south.

911 operator: alright sir, police and EMS have been dispatched. Can you tell me if you or anyone else is hurt?

Man: I’m fine, but I don’t know what’s going on in there. I wasn’t gonna stick around!

There’s a pause in the call for a few moment. The robber sprints out of a side exit and the 911 caller witnesses this.

Man: I see a man running out of the building with a gun!

911 operator: can you tell me what he looks like?

Man: um.. tall white dude, gray hoodie. He’s got a revolver! He’s running full speed towards kings highway! Hurry!

Over the following few minutes, the 911 operator instructs the witness to remain on the line and stay a safe distance away from the convenience store as a safety precaution and so the crime scene wouldn’t be contaminated.

In the following minutes, an ambulance and what seemed like an army of police cars flooded the scene with sirens and lights on full blast. Once a police presence was established at the scene, multiple cops entered the building with guns drawn. “Lee County sheriff’s! Put your hands up and drop your weapons!” the head officer yelled out with conviction. The sheriffs received no response, so they advanced further into the store. They scanned each aisle and behind the register counter and found nobody. When they got into the back room, the found Grace laying up against the wall. She was crying and covering up her own wound with her hands. “we’ve got 1 down back here! Get EMS in here!” one of the cops ordered.

EMS entered the building with a police escort. They were taken to the back room where the sage was and began examining Grace. The paramedics snipped off her shirt and bra, revealing her large d cup breasts. “entry wound left chest, nasty exit wound left shoulderblade. Might be a hollow point bullet.” One of the medics called out. The medics then set up 2 large bore IVs (1 in each arm) and hung a bag of ringer’ lactate to begin fluid resuscitation. Pain medications and a round of valium were given for pain management and calming. A portable heart monitor with 5 lead ECG was then set up on Grace. On scene, her vital signs were: BP 78/46, Pulse 128, pulse ox 96%. The entry and exit wounds were then bandaged up with some gauze pads, and Grace was placed on a gurney. A blanket was thrown over her top half and she was whisked out of the building and into an ambulance which waited nearby.

While Grace was loaded into the ambulance, the sheriff’s department began their investigation. They took a statement from the 911 caller, and ended up finding a Smith&Wesson 357 magnum revolver with 1 missing bullet in the storm’s dumpster. The next step was to contact the store owner to notify them of the incident and to gain access to the store's security cameras to see if there’s any incriminating evidence on video and to see if the shooter can be positively identified.

During transport, EMS removed the rest of Grace’s clothes along with her socks and shoes to assess her full body for additional gunshot wounds. The medics only noticed the 1 entry and exit wound in Grace’s thorax. Grace remained hypotensive and tachycardic during the ambulance ride, and began crying hysterically. “it’s gonna be ok! You’ve got 2 kids you’ve gotta live for!” the medic told Grace in an attempt to calm her down.

It too about 10 minutes to arrive at the ER, and time wasn’t exactly on Grace’s side in this instance. She was still awake and alert upon arrival, but her complexion was fading and she had a cool, clammy skin. “Am I gonna die?!” Grace cried out, asking the ER staff as she was being wheeled into a trauma bay.

Once in the trauma room, Grace was transferred onto the table and the blanket came off. She laid nude in a room full of strangers. The trauma team quickly began barking orders to one another in regards to Grace’s treatment. 4 units of unmatched O-negative blood, 2 units of platelets, and 2 units of FFP were on standby from the blood bank since the massive transfusion protocol was suggested by EMS when the called into the ED. A chest x-ray done, showing a left sided tension pneumothorax with mediastinal shift and a slight tracheal deviation to the right side. Essentially, the loss of normal air pressure in the chest cavity shifted everything in the opposite direction. The treatment for this is a chest tube insertion on the injured side in order to re-inflate the injured lung, and get rid of air and blood trapped in the thoracic cage. While a chest tube tray was being prepped, a FAST scan was performed. The chest portion of the scan showed pericardial effusion with pericardial laceration on the anterior side. The abdominal and pelvic areas came back clean, to nobody’s surprise.

Grace was in and out of consciousness during the FAST scan and chest tube tray preparation. “stay with us miss!” a nurse said, doing a sternal rub on Grace, to which she groaned in response. Next, the left ribcage was sterilized. A 1 inch incision was made with an 11 blade scalpel in between Grace’s ribs. Grace moaned, feeling the scalpel’s every move during the quick cut. Once the underlying muscle and fatty tissue were cut through, a long, flexible tube was placed into the small incision site. Grace moaned loudly in tremendous pain, feeling the large tube being shoved into the side of her chest while she was still conscious. Air came from the tube at first, making a sound similar to a fart. After the air exited, approximately 700ML of blood shot from the tube and onto one of the doctor’s yellow trauma gowns and onto the floor below. The injuries inside of Grace’s chest appeared to be worse than originally anticipated, so more blood products were ordered and a round of vasopressors were pushed in order to maintain blood pressure. However, the sudden loss of that much blood caused Grace to pass out. The trauma team did a sternal rub on Grace, but she didn’t respond. Since she became unconscious and had unstable vitals, airway management became an immediate concern. The trauma team decided to perform rapid sequence intubation at that point. A 7.0 ET tube was navigated into the woman’s airway. Once it was in the correct place, it was held in place with a blue tube holder, and an ambu bag was attached.

Grace continued to lose blood at a faster rate than it could be replaced, so she began to deteriorate rapidly. Shortly after intubation, Grace’s BP began to take a nosedive. Since pericardial effusion was noticed on the FAST scan, the trauma team decided to perform a parasternal pericardiocentesis in an attempt to buy the young woman a few minutes to make it to the OR for emergency surgery.

As large, fine spinal needle was picked up and a small catheter drain was attached to the back of it. The needle was placed in the 6th intercostal space at the left sternal border. The needle was sent further into the chest, being navigated by the cardiac notch of the left lung, and into the lining of the heart itself. The plunger of the needle was pulled back, and the body of the needle and the attached catheter filled up with clotted blood. Her vital signs didn’t improve, so the catheter was swapped out with a new one and the procedure was repeated. This time, fresh blood filled the needle’s body rather quickly. After the needle was withdrawn, a repeat echo was performed.

While this repeat echocardiogram was being performed, Grace lost a pulse. Deep, violent chest compressions were immediately started on the woman. Her large, natural breasts bounced rhythmically while her flabby belly bounced outwards. The heart monitors showed pulseless electrical activity, so epinephrine and atropine were injected into an IV site.

The medication didn’t have an immediate effect, so chest compressions continued. Grace’s chest caved in and a few of her ribs popped, causing some bruising and redness in between her breasts. The ET tube became clogged up with blood, so suction had to be applied in order to re-establish her airway. A small, flexible plastic tube was placed into the breathing tube. A slurping sound was heard as blood was being suctioned out. Afterwards, the ambu bag was reattached and artificial respiration was restored.

At the 3 minute mark of the code, the next dose of drugs were pushed intravenously since PEA was still being displayed. After a few cycles of harsh compressions, a shockable rhythm was obtained. The defibrillator paddles were gelled and charged to 200j. Once everyone backed away, the paddles were pressed up against Grace’s bare chest, and the shock was delivered. A thunk was heard as the dose of electricity was sent into her lifeless body. With no change resulting from the first shock, a cycle of compressions were performed and the defibrillator paddles were recharged to 300j. Shock #2 caused Grace’s body to jolt abruptly on the table, with her arms flailing a bit. But once again, Grace remained in v-fib. Chest compressions were resumed and the defibs were charged to 360j. The third shock made Grace’s feet kick up into the air just above the table before crashing back down, showing off the thick, meaty wrinkles in the soles of her size 8 feet. The monitors showed no change whatsoever, so the same cycle of CPR and defibrillation was repeated to no avail.

Following that 4th shock, the trauma team decided to perform a left anterolateral thoracotomy in a desperate attempt to manage bleeding/injuries, and restart her heart. Betadine was splashed all over the left side of Grace’s bare chest. With CPR ongoing just a few inches away, an incision was made in the 5th intercostal space. The cut began at the sternal border, across the chest, underneath the left breast, and ending a few inches shy of the left armpit. With the first cut out of the way, the underlying tissue had to be snipped away. After the underlying tissue was dealt with, the rib spreader was placed into the fresh, crude looking cut in Grace’s chest. A popping and cracking sound filled the room as her ribs were forcefully pushed apart.

A significant amount of blood was present upon entrance to the chest cavity. The blood pooled onto Grace’s flabby torso, on the table, and on the floor below. Suction was applied to the area and surgical sponges were placed in the incision area, but that failed to ameliorate the problem. Since blood was blocking the team’s line of sight, the decided to place a 2nd chest tube for additional blood drainage. The 2nd tube was quickly placed, evacuating an additional 1200ML of blood. More blood products were hung, but Grace was as white as a ghost. The 2nd chest tube drained a sufficient amount of blood, and clamps were subsequently placed on the descending aorta and left pulmonary hilum.

The pericardium was incised, relieving tamponade to some extent, and delivering the heart. A small bullet hole was discovered in the anterior pericardium and subsequently plugged up, but the other damaged structures were yet to be identified. In the meantime, internal massage was started while the internal paddles were being readied. A wet, squishing sound was heard while Grace’s fibrillating heart was manually pumped. Her heart began to feel firm, but light from the excessive blood loss.

After a cycle of internal compressions, the internal paddles were ready for use. The large, spoon shaped paddles were lowered into the patient’s chest around her fidgeting heart. Once everyone backed away, a 20j shock was delivered directly into Grace’s heart. Her torso jolted quickly from the small dose of electricity, but her heart continued to fibrillate. Since there was no change, internal massage was resumed and the internal paddles were recharged to 30j. A dull, wet thump was heard after the next shock. The shock failed to convert Grace from v-fib, so internal compressions were resumed. Epinephrine and atropine were pushed once again, along with the first dose of bicarb in an attempt to ameliorate the situation. The internal paddles were once again ready to go, and they were lowered back into the exposed chest cavity, around her twitching heart. The 40j shock was delivered, causing Grace’s toes to curl slightly, again wrinkling the soles of her feet. Post shock, her toes relax and the code goes on.

Grace received 3 more internal defibrillator shocks, several rounds of internal compressions, and 2 more rounds of drugs, but her heart just wouldn’t restart and her pupils were fixed and dilated. Unfortunately, time of death was called on Grace at 2:29am while she was still in v-fib.

The ambu bag was detached and the chirping monitors were switched off. The EKG electrodes were plucked off and additional equipment was removed while her heart fired off its last few frantic, useless signals. Her body was covered up and a toe tag was placed before being sent off to the hospital morgue.

Her autopsy revealed she died from left atrial rupture and partial detachment of the pulmonary veins. The pulmonary veins became partially dislodged from the left atrium, bleeding out into the pericardium and chest cavity.

10 days after Grace’s tragic death, her killer was apprehended by local police. The shooter was identified as 28 year old Jason “JJ” Walton. Walton is a known drug user and has prior convictions for narcotics possession and burglary. Walton was convicted of 2nd degree murder, armed robbery, unlawful possession of a firearm, discharging a firearm on public, and a probation violation for a prior arrest. He was subsequently sentenced to 55 years in state prison for his crimes.

[pierregaslays]

It's okay if you don't want to but if you do could you do that question thingy you did about Maxiel but about Este/Lance 🥺 Ily💕

this took a little longer than expected because i accidentally forgot to save the draft at 20 questions answered and had to redo it but the answers are practically the same!! i hope you like this!! ily 🥺💗

1) who is the most affectionate?

physically affectionate? it’s without a doubt este, he is constantly reaching out for lance and even if it’s just a small touch like his hand on lance’s back - he has to have something, he’s very big on and he loves having lance in his arms. lance is equally as affectionate but different to este, lance tends to show his affection through always making sure there’s time in his schedule for este, giving him signs that he’s listening to what este is saying and eye contact is something he tries keep when they’re talking.

2) big spoon/little spoon?

they both try to be the little spoon... i accept no criticism on this. they usually try and take it in turns every night but once they’re in bed - it’s a case of trying to outstubborn the other until one of them gives in and is the big spoon.

3) most common argument?

i feel like they don’t argue all that much, they probably have one major argument a year and even that seems like it’s pushing it. needless to say that doesn’t mean that they don’t inadvertently upset each other but instead of blowing up and yelling - they’re the type to talk it out calmly even if it’s a stuttered conversation that could take hours to fix. (i’m convinced este is a big fan of the silent treatment though).

4) favourite non-sexual activity?

anything food related! idk, i just see it and i see them cooking together, going out to eat together and also trying (being the key word) to bake and cook at ungodly hours when they can’t sleep and it’s 1am. they might end up with more ingredients over them than in what they’re making but it’s so much fun for them and something they try and find time for on days they can be together.

5) who is most likely to carry the other?

they’re pretty much the same height but i feel like lance is the type to sneak up behind este and hug him and lift him up... it’s not exactly carrying but este’s feet aren’t on the ground so it works. i feel like este would be the one to carry lance to bed if he falls asleep on the couch - of course he wouldn’t get far because lance would wake up in the process but este tries.

6) what is their favourite feature of their partner’s?

este loves loves loves loves lance’s hair - it’s so soft and fluffy and he doesn’t need a reason to run his fingers through lance’s hair. he especially loves it when he can run his fingers through his hair when lance’s head is in his lap and they’re watching tv. lance adores este’s smile and he always wants to see it and makes dumb jokes and terrible puns to try and get to see it more often (it doesn’t take much because este automatically smiles whenever he’s with lance), he especially loves it when este’s eyes crinkle as he does.

7) what’s the first thing that changes when they realise they have feelings for the other?

a whole lot of gay panic! i’m only half kidding - they definitely panic because realising you have feelings for someone can stress you out but realising you have feelings for your best friend - it definitely makes things awkward and tense between them yet neither of them realise why the other is so tense around them. just a couple of dumb gays in love!

8) nicknames and if so, how did they originate?

i feel like they both steer well clear of your common “babe” and “baby” and mostly use “love” or “darling” when talking to each other and it originates from when they were back in the stage of first dating and still in the “this is so awkward. what do i say? what’s gonna happen” stage and este is like “are you okay, love?” and here we go, nickname stuck.

9) who worries the most?

lance! lance hates to admit it but he’s constantly worrying in the back of his mind that he doesn’t deserve his seat, that he’s not good enough to be in f1 and as much as he knows that he is good enough... it doesn’t stop the thoughts gnawing at him every now and then.

10) who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

este! he always tries and remembers what lance has told him even if lance doesn’t think it’s anything particularly important, and it surprises lance when este just tells him stuff about him that he might have forgotten.

11) who tops?

lance. este. lance. este. idk, something is pulling me towards lance so let’s go with that.

12) who initiates kisses?

este! it’s the physical affection that he craves, he loves being able to reach out for lance and just be able to kiss him whenever he can and he loves feeling lance smiling against his lips too!

13) who reaches for the other’s hand first?

again... este... i just see him as very physically affectionate so whenever he gets the chance to just touch lance... in whatever way, he takes it and even though it’s super cheesy - he points out that their hands fit together like puzzle pieces. (it’s cheesy yes but lance thinks este could get away with saying super cheesy stuff with that accent).

14) who kisses the hardest?

este. sometimes he struggles saying words coherently out loud so whenever he can use actions over words he does. he’s a guy who loves his boyfriend and wants to show it and sometimes putting all that passion and love into a kiss works better than words ever could.

15) who wakes up first?

lance! lance tries to relish the time they have together and wakes up early and even if este stays asleep for a little while longer - just being awake to savour those moments of calm before the world hasn’t woken up yet, it makes it worth it.

16) who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

este... he’s very big into the idea of if he has nowhere to be then staying in bed under blankets with his favourite person is the ideal way to spend it. he’s also the person who mumbles five more minutes when lance tries to get him up and out of bed.

17) who says I love you first?

este says the words out loud first but lance is the one who tries to say it first but ends up fumbling over his words. este takes a shot in the dark and assumes that’s what lance is trying to say and says it.

18) who leaves little notes in the other’s lunch (bonus, what does it say?)

lance! oh gosh, lance wouldn’t leave sappy written notes but i feel like he’d do drawings of either them or whatever random thing he’s thinking of at that time. it’ll be sketched quickly and maybe coloured a little messily but it’ll bring a smile to este’s face when he pulls out one of those little post-it notes and it’s something he looks forward to.

19) who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

lance! mainly to get it over and done with. it’s not that he anticipates his family reacting badly but it’s just not that big of a deal with him and he doesn’t see the point in dragging it out for so long.

20) what do their family/friends think of their relationship?

their family and friends are really supportive, can see that there’s a lot of love between them and are very “if he makes you happy then it makes us happy.”

21) who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

este... he’s the type to pick a song and just pull lance into dancing without giving him a choice in the matter and lance would try to resist but este just keeps dancing around him until he gives in.

22) who cooks more/who is the better at cooking?

este... is the better cook... but that doesn’t mean he’s outstanding and his cooking skill goes down immediately when he’s cooking with lance because of how distracted they both get. the kitchen looks like a disaster site when they’re finished but as long as the food tastes good (spoiler: sometimes it really really doesn’t).

23) who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

lance has this one in the bag. he’s got an abundance that he’s kept from his early teenage years and uses them on este whenever the opportunity presents itself (or doesn’t, he just throws them out there). he never stops treating este like they’re still in that just starting to date stage.

24) who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

este? idk, i feel like lance’s ability to not turn red or laugh is not very high and it makes it really easy to get him flustered or make him laugh when he really shouldn’t be... as soon as este figures this out - he uses it to his advantage.

25) who needs more assurance?

lance needs it more, he’s still young so things that mightn’t get to him in a few years time still manage to drag him down so este is always there with open arms and reassuring words, whispered words of promise that whatever is going on - he’ll get through it. they’ll get through it.

26) what would be their theme song?

maybe it’s because i was just listening to it but wherever you are - kodaline comes to mind, the lyrics seem to fit them as i see them together.

27) who would sing their child back to sleep?

este! oh gosh, he’s a sucker for their kid and he’s so soft and would be the one slowly walking around the nursery with a little baby in his arms as he sings lullabies... yes.

28) what do they do when they’re away from each other?

think about each other. also, i can see them being big into taking pictures of what they’re doing or where they are - they can be pictures of nothing important but they send like 3/4 an hour and it’s like the other person is with them.

29) one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart?

the uncertainty. not the uncertainty of them as a couple but of the sport. the heartache that comes with them not being on the grid together, how one can be so happy for the other but also how much it kills them to not be there too.

30) one headcanon about this OTP that mends it?

they have each other. like 29, even though there’s so much uncertainty as long as they have each other - they’re sure that they can get through whatever is thrown at them. they can always rely on each other and they’re who the other turns to when things get rough.

[yuki7900archive]

Movie!Nya x Female Reader Part 6

6 Parts. Wow. Well I hope you enjoyed this. I love it and worked real hard on it, so I’m quite proud of how it has turned out. Now if you’ll excuse me it’s like 1AM so I’m gonna go collapse.

You and Nya were cuddled up in the corner of your cage, you having now dried off due to the heat of the volcano (again, pros and cons). The girl stroked your hair as you lay in her arms, sniffing softly.

"I'm so sorry..." You whispered to her.

"It's okay, ya' didn't know he had cameras."

"I should've known. Of course he has security cameras, why wouldn't he have them?"

"Hey," She spoke softly to you, cupping your cheek and tilting your head to look up at her. "Cut yourself some slack, it's your first day. We all make mistakes."

You sighed and sat up, folding your arms across your chest and looking down at the bumpy rock flooring. You felt your fingers along the pitch black rock, feeling the dents and scuffs. "I couldn't fight off all those generals to stop you from getting captured. In a fit of rage I ignored everything our friends were trying to warn me about and ran off, stealing your mech and then falling into the trap of allowing Garmadon to have an even bigger upper hand. Now he has two ninja instead of just one and it's all my fault." Your voice wavered and cracked as you spoke, so angry with yourself at being so reckless and stupid. "Maybe I'm not cut out to be a Ninja. Wu is probably so mad with me."

You felt your girlfriend crawl up behind you and kiss your cheek. She sat directly behind you, hugging your waist and pulling your body in to press against hers. "You aren't the first person on the team to go mental and risk everything for another teammate." She told you.

"My brother? Man, he's a total hot head. Even to this day I have to hold him back from punching someone at school when they throw something at Lloyd or stick a note on his back. Like, sure, he's super encouraging and a friendly person, but hurt Lloyd or me and WHOO boy are ya' as good as dead." You laughed a little, resting your head back on Nya's shoulder and placing your hands atop hers.

"Cole's risked giving Garmadon this magical sword in return for Jay's safety. Thankfully Garmadon was too distracted to notice Zane firing ice arrows at his mech and basically screwing up all the wiring inside his mech's hand so Jay was released before the guy could crush him. Lloyd managed to catch him."

"I'm sorry, magical sword?" You raised a brow.

"Yeah, this like, sword let you see what your opponents next move was gonna be so you could counter it. It was awesome but after we accidentally broke Zane's arm off, Wu decided we weren't mature enough to be responsible over it and sent it to another realm or something." That made you snort and giggle, shaking your head and closing your eyes.

"See? We're all stupid, don't beat yourself up about it." She joked, gently kissing your cheek again.

"Yeah, Alright, heh. Point made." It went quiet between you as you both just sat and cuddled one another. Despite the situation you both just wanted to make the most of this time you had. Your mind wandered a little and images of the water tank came up again, making you frown at the memories of being unable to breathe. You shifted a little and bit you lip.

"Hey, Nya?" She hummed, telling you that he was listening. "What did you tell Garmadon?"

"When?"

"When I was in that tank. What did he want from you?" She paused and sighed a little. You could feel her nuzzle the back of your neck, gently pecking your skin.

"He wanted me to tell him where this weapon he's looking for is. I couldn't give him an answer because I don't know. That's why he..." She took a deep breath and her grip got tighter. You gently skimmed your thumbs over her knuckles. "I told him Wu had a map to its location and that's all I knew. He didn't believe me at first which is why he flooded the tank quicker. He only stopped when I told him where Wu put the map."

You pulled from Nya's hold and hugged her, reaching your hand up to the bobble in her hair and tugging it loose, letting her black hair fall down past her shoulders. You put the bobble on your wrist and began softly raking your hands through her locks. "It'll be okay Nya. The Ninja are there to protect the bounty."

"Not if they come after you." She replied. Ah. You didn't think of that. You didn't reply back, simply hugging your girlfriend and praying that everything would turn out okay in the end.

Some more time passed. It felt like forever but in reality it was a mere ten minutes. Who knew being a prisoner would be so boring, even when you were with your girlfriend. Since you were sat by the cage bars, you began kicking them with the side of your shoes. Nya chuckled a little.

"Bored?"

"So bored." She smirked.

"I know what we could do to pass the time~" You blushed furiously and glared.

"We are in a bad guys lair with cameras watching us." You rolled your eyes but grinned anyway.

"Let's put a show on for them. Maybe they'll let us go~" you laughed rather loudly and playfully hit Nya's arm. She grinned back and pecked your cheeks with an abundance of kisses.

"Stop being gross! You're just as dirty as Kai." You wrapped your arms around her neck and giggled as she finally stopped kissing your cheeks.

"I'm only messing. You know I'd never force you."

"I know." You smiled.

"I'm sure we'll be out of here soon." The ravenette reassured you. She pressed your foreheads together and stared into your (E/C) hues, holding your face gently in the palm of her hands.

"Can't your powers help us get out of here?" Nya blinked and furrowed her brows with a smirk.

"How? My element is water." You shrugged.

"Ya know, erosion and stuff." It was quiet for about two seconds, Nya's eyes widening and her smirk turning into a huge grin as she burst out laughing. You watched as she couldn't contain her laughs, dragging her fingers through her fringe as she shook her head. "What? Would that not work?"

"I-I mean—" She stopped to laugh a little more. "I guess it would but, it would take many many years. More than our lifetime." You felt embarrassed by your suggestion and blushed considerably.

"So...you're saying it could work?" Your joke made her laugh harder and she kissed you on the lips. It wasn't a small one like usual, rather a long one. You two hadn't gotten much further than pecking before now. You certainly weren't complaining.

"I'm so lucky to have you as my girlfriend." She muttered with a happy and loving smile. You averted your gaze to the floor as you felt flustered under her stare. "Man, If Cole were here he could easily smash through these bars."

"Heh, yeah..." A few seconds passed by with you too sat quietly. Nya sighed dramatically.

"Damn, I really thought that would work. It does in the movies." You giggled along with her.

"If only that's how it worked. We really need to get out of here—"

Suddenly a vent panel smashed down from the ceiling outside your cell and clattered against the floor. You had jumped and hugged Nya as she held you and chuckled. A small rock was thrown and hit the camera just outside your cell, causing that to also snap and fall to the ground. The other ravenette dropped down from the hole with a smirk on his face. "Sup fellow gays."

"Damn it Cole, you couldn't have come down like five seconds earlier when we we literally just talking about you being able to smash us out? The timing would've been amazing."

"Yeah, Cole! Then you could've been all like "someone say my name?" and it would've been awesome." You playfully scowled as he put his hands on his hips, tilting his head.

"I'm sorry, want me to break you two out or not?" You shuffled to the side and the boy nodded, raising his fists and cracking his knuckles before punching the metal. As the boy did that, Nya retrieved her bobble back from you and tied her hair back in its signature ponytail. A few heavy hits and a hole was made in the cell door, enabling you and Nya to crawl out. Cole helped both you and her get out before shaking his fists. "Right, come on, we gotta get that mech."

All three of you left the cell room, taking out each security camera as you went along to prevent detection. You snuck around all of the general's easily enough, managing to get in the elevator and get to the next floor above. You all stood with arms crossed as you rode up.

"Where are the others?" Nya asked Cole.

"Distracting Garmadon. Wu brought the map that you told him about." He explained and you panicked a little.

"But if he gets that weapon, won't we all be screwed?" Cole snorted and shook his head.

"Not when Wu already has the weapon. He's sending him on a wild goose chase." You laughed.

"Awesome. Then, why did you need to sneak us out?"

"You really think Garmadon would let you go even after we give him the map? Anyone else, sure, but you're a part of the Ninja Squad. That's invaluable to him."

"The irritating thing about Garm is he's a one hundred and something year old that acts like a small child, but when it comes to evil he can be so damn good at it." Nya growled and held you closely. "Which is why I'm never letting you get in his hands again."

"Alright, now isn't the time to be smooth Nya." Cole said as the elevator binged and signalled your arrival on the next floor. You all got ready for any battles that might be headed your way. There was the odd general, and as you and Nya took care of those, Cole smashed the cameras in the hall.

You ran along, heading back to that spot where you had originally came in from and squeezing through the spot alongside Nya. Cole didn't follow after you. "I'd better head back to the others before Garmadon realises I didn't ask to go use the bathroom and instead busted you out."

"Wow, what a lame way of getting away." You commented.

"It worked, didn't it!? He's evil smart, not smart smart." The ravenette argued back. "Anyway you two make your way back to the warehouse. We'll catch up with you guys there."

With that he ran off, Nya taking your hand in hers and tugging you along. You both hastily made your way to Nya's mech, thankful to see it was still in tact and hadn't been touched since your arrival. The girl helped you inside, sitting herself down in her chair and getting comfy before you had taken a seat on her lap. She smirked and you knew already what was coming.

"Well, hello gorgeous~"

"You can't do this when we're back at the warehouse? Safe and sound with no worries of being spotted?" You were grinning despite her constant flirting. She rolled her eyes and shut the window/door of the Water Strider, booting up the engine and dropping you both down into the ocean below. She flicked a few buttons and began making her way back to the main land.

"I can't believe you drove this all by yourself." Your girlfriend commented as she set the thing on auto pilot. "Smart and beautiful—"

"I'm sorry," You interrupted her as she clung to you. The girl blinked and stopped speaking, curious as to why you had such a look on your face. "There's auto pilot?"

"Yeah. In case the journey is long, or I gotta rest or something." She pulled you close and kissed your cheek. "But you did a great job getting here by yourself. I'm super proud of you."

You sighed and shut you eyes, groaning and snuggling close to Nya as you tried not to focus on the fact you were yet again stuck in a container only this time with water surrounding the outside. You could have put it on auto pilot this whole time. You felt like such an idiot. She chuckled a little, one arm wrapped around you waist whilst the placed itself on your thigh. You tensed momentarily before relaxing, humming softly as she held you gently. "What an eventful day huh?"

"Yeah," you chuckled tiredly. "Real eventful."

- - -

You and your girlfriend were cuddling on the couch when the others arrived back. They all stood and debated whether or not he wake you both up, to which Lloyd responded by getting Zane to fill a bucket with ice, Kai to melt it, got Zane to cool it as much as he could without freezing it, then threw the water on the both of you. You shrieked and fell off the sofa as Nya sat upright in shock.

"Three times?! Are you serious right now?" You angrily growled to the floor. "Nya I don't think water likes me."

She giggled and rolled her eyes, realising the rest of the team were back. They did not look happy. Nya winced and walked over to you to help you off the floor. "Guys go easy on her. We're both okay now, yeah? That's what matters."

"But you might not have been." Kai walked over to the pair of you, looking extremely upset. "That's the point."

Before either you or Nya could argue back, he engulfed the two of you in a big hug and held you close to him. You and Nya looked at each other before wrapping your arms around him. "I thought I'd lost you both, don't scare me like that."

The others came over and joined the group hug, all of you huddled together, you and Nya in the centre. You had never felt more warmth and love from a group of people before. They weren't just your friends anymore. They were practically your family. You couldn't stop the wide smile on your face from spreading.

"You two are soaking." Kai noted as you all pulled away from one another.

"Oh really bro? I wonder why." Nya grabbed her sibling in a headlock, messing up his hair as he screamed and tried to batt her off. He was still laughing though, both of them were.

You glanced over at Lloyd, who was watching the siblings play fight with a grin on his face. It was always funny to watch those two together. Rubbing the back of your neck, you scooted closer to him and tapped his shoulder to gain his attention. "Hey uh....I'm sorry for not listening to you and snapping like I did. That wasn't cool of me."

The blonde blinked and sighed, a smile still on his face as she shook his head and gave you a quick hug. "It's alright. You're back now. And at least your both okay."

Maybe physically. Mentally that water tank was still kind of messing with your head.

"(Y/N)," you heard Wu's voice call you from behind, grabbing both yours and Lloyd's attention. "Can I speak to you?"

The old man didn't seem angry, didn't seem too upset either. But he didn't look overly happy. You glanced at your blonde friend nervously as he motioned for you to go with him. His smile comforted you a bit as you made your way over to Wu. You both walked over to the Bounty to chat privately.

"I'm sorry Master Wu. I really let you down today." You apologised quietly, rubbing your left arm and biting your lip as you looked down at the wooden deck you were stood on.

"How so?" He inquired.

"By running off like that. I put Nya and myself in danger. I could have died today because I didn't listen to the others."

"That is true." He nodded his head, placing a gentle hand on your back. "However, every decision we make is a learning curve. I do not think you realise how much you have grown in the past month since becoming a part of the Ninja Force."

"Grown?" You raised a brow.

"Yes. The old you would have never done something like this. You'd let the fear control you and take over, cause you to panic and freeze. I imagine you were still afraid, but did it stop you?" You watched Wu for a few seconds, fiddling your fingers as you thought to yourself.

"No." You smiled a little. "No it didn't."

"Exactly! I'll admit that running head first into that situation was not the best way to handle it. But you've changed. Changed in a good way." The teacher continued his speech as he lead you to the wooden banisters of the Bounty. "You will make mistakes as you grow. If you didn't, what would be the point in learning anything? So as much as this was a bad call, a very very bad call, it tells me we are heading in the right direction."

You kept your gaze locked into Wu as he spoke to you, feeling rather happy with his words. So, what he was saying was, you were still a part of the team? You really hoped that's what he was saying. Based on the implications of his words that meant he still had a lot he wanted to teach to you. You couldn't wait to learn all of it.

"You should go home. You're mother will be extremely worried about you." Ah, of course! Your mom was gonna kill you. You gave a quick nod to Master Wu.

"Yes, I'll head home right away. Thank you Master." You began running off the ship and quickly stopped by the warehouse to say goodbye to everyone before rushing home. God you were gonna have to think up a really good lie as to why you were back so late at night.

- - -

Your mother had tackled you the moment you'd opened the door and revealed yourself. She was sobbing horrifically as she held you in her arms, going on and on about how she thought you were dead. You had rolled your eyes but hugged her back anyway, knowing she probably needed it. You told her that you and Nya had been evacuating the city when you were cornered and captured by a bunch of Garmadon's men. You'd been saved by the Ninja Force and they'd returned you and your girlfriend to safety.

"You got captured?! Oh!" She held you tighter. "My baby girl! You weren't hurt were you?"

"N-No." You lied. You didn't particularly want to relive the memories of drowning in air tight rectangular death box. Besides, she would probably freak out even more if you did tell her. "Nya took care of me."

Your mum pulled away, a suggestive grin on her face. You internally sighed and groaned. "Ooh~ Nya took care of you, ey?"

"Mom, come on—"

"What did Nya do, huh? Did she hold you in her arms and say," She hugged you and began speaking dramatically.

"Do not fear, my love, I shall protect you from all harm that shall come your way! Thine beasts shan't lay their hands on thee! "

"Mom, she's my girlfriend, not a character from a Shakespearian play." You heard your mother laugh before she kissed your forehead and grip your shoulders as she pulled away to look you in the eyes. She had a warm smile on her face.

"I'm happy you've found someone, (Y/N)." She stated. "She seems to bring out the best in you." You smiled back at her before bringing her in for the third hug in the past two minutes.

"I love you mom."

"I love you too." She kissed your hair and rubbed your back. "Come on, lets order a takeout and watch some TV."

After everything that had happened you had spent the next couple of days training as hard as you could. You were determined to make everybody proud. Your team, Master Wu, your girlfriend especially. She liked your enthusiasm a great deal, prepared to train at the dojo with you all day if that's what you wanted to do. You'd spar together all the time and on occasion mid way through a match she'd find an opening and tackle you into a hug, attacking you with kisses and lots of affection. You'd giggle and whine playfully but you didn't mind truthfully. It was quite cute. Kai would tell you to get a room, and Nya would respond by either telling her brother to go away, or by picking you up and carrying you.

"If you need us, we'll be in the closet." You'd laugh audibly and she would carry you away. You would not be seen for at least fifteen minutes.

You were still extremely embarrassed by what you'd done. You had continued to apologise to everyone, despite how many times they told you that it was fine and you needed to stop feeling guilty. They knew when you were thinking about it too, as you pulled a certain face when those thoughts were swimming about in your mind. They'd pinch or flick you, then tell you to stop thinking about it. It usually helped, more so if they distracted you with something.

Chen was still annoying. That did not surprise you that much. You recalled the one time you were stood in the hallway chatting with the guys when Nya had snuck up behind you and spooked you. She put an arm on your waist and pulled you close to her, giving you a quick kiss and making you blush.

"Great, now the dorks are dating each other. What next?" Chen had sneered from across the corridor, making Nya turn and smirk at him.

"Don't be jealous Chen. Just because I'm getting what you no girl will give you." That shut him up quick. You had blushed horribly but also laughed really, really hard.

Remember how I said at the start of the story that moving sucks? Well...granted yeah, it does still suck. But it's great too! You get the chance to meet new people, grow as a person, blah, blah blah, blah blah blah. I think you already know what I'm trying to say here. But look, starting new isn't always bad, yeah? So next time you're given the chance to go somewhere new, don't dismiss it completely. You never know, it might be the greatest decision you ever make.

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A Thriving Bloom - Jughead Jones

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@idle-lanes @sgarrett49 @murderyoursoul @moonlight53

So I have two requests in my box but was met with writers block from both of them (I promise to have one of them up soon). So then I decided to do some stuff from work - and nothing. Then I started to drink wine - and nothing. Then I painted for a bit while listening to music (I really forgot how much I love The Kinks btw) and this is what came out of my head. I will be making a part 2 to Quiet Eyes as well as those requests this week - this was just something that came to mind. I made up a name for a reason so hopefully you don’t mind. Hopefully you guys like it, thanks.

I stretched my fingers and rubbed my knuckles. There it was. The last chapter of my novel.

While there were still new mysteries that haunted Riverdale, Jason Blossom’s murder was now a solved one.

Once again the familiar “ding” of the door opening had emerged. 1am. A time not popular around Pop’s with exception to those who were drunk and trying to wave off any possible hangover likely to come the next morning.

Looking up, I thought I would see a familiar face - but instead there was a girl I had never seen before. A rather large bag was upon her shoulder, a leather jacket of some kind keeping her warm, as well as some finger-less gloves she started to remove. In her arms a helmet to what I assumed was her motorcycle, as I now looked out the window to see one in the parking lot.

Her hair had a deep purple hue to it, multiple piercings in her ears, and her nose adorned some small jewelry as well.

She leaned on the counter as she made an order and then she turned - and caught me staring. She gave a slight smile. She looked around the diner a bit and while giving a small “thanks” to the waitress, headed to my direction.

“What? See something fascinating?”, she asked while putting her helmet on the table with a smirk that covered her face - eyebrow arch included.

“Uh…no. You just aren’t the typical crowd for 1am.

“Ah but a beanie clad, brooding guy typing furiously on a laptop is?”, she gave a smile while she crossed her arms.

“When did you see me furiously typing?”, I realized I hadn’t written a word since she walked in.

“Saw you in the parking lot”, she gave another smile and welcomed herself to a seat at my booth without any invitation.

She began to take out her own laptop and started to settle in. A few journals to the side of her as if she was looking over her notes.

I sat in fascination for a bit until I realized I hadn’t said anything. “Do you always invite yourself to sit down with a stranger?”

She shrugged at the question while looking at her screen, “No. But someone’s company and small noise is better for me when I write. And I didn’t think you would mind because of that “lingering stare” of yours”, she gave a small laugh.

I sat back a little. Charmed with her wit. “What are you writing?”

She finally seemed to hesitate a little, as if nerves of a stranger had finally gotten to her. “You first”.

I gave a smile. “A book on the mystery and murder of Jason Blossom”, her food had arrived and the words trickled out of my mouth. 

“Wow what a coincidence ”, she gave a smile while her comment was in jest. She threw a fry into her mouth. 

“Well I told you mine”, my body began to relax in conversation with her. 

She shrugged. “Don’t know what to call it really. Some short stories and poetry. Nothing completely coherent though. It’s just to get the voices out of my mind”, she pointed to her head while her voice dripped of sarcasm with the last sentence. 

I chuckled. “Are you passing through?” I successfully took one of her fries and she didn’t really seem to care. She was still sipping a bit of her shake giving a look of amusement to both the taste of it as well as my question. 

“Nope. Just moving in. Thought I’d make it interesting and move at 1 am. I tend to run a bit late from plans…” she looked out to her motorcycle. 

“What time were you supposed to be here?”, I was now snacking on her food.

“Like 6 hours ago I guess?”, she looked at the clock as if remembering the original set time of her arrival. 

I gave a laugh. “Here I thought I was bad with time”. 

“Well it’s my new set plan to give you a run for your money”, she jeered with her drink in hand. “So besides spontaneous murders and suicides, what else is there to this David Lynch town?” 

“It’s not THAT weird…”, I was surprised at my attempt to defend Riverdale.

“Dude. A body was found off of a lake and the kids Dad did it. If that doesn’t scream Laura Palmer, I don’t what does…”, she started to look through her journals a bit while typing but still engaged while multitasking. I started to type and edit away as well. 

I laughed again, “Well that’s a good point…”. I gave a few minutes into thought. “So shouldn’t you be moving into wherever right now versus being here?” 

“I was hungry”, she shrugged while typing. “The Creature” can wait. Plus she wasn’t exactly waiting in anticipation of my arrival. It’s better if I just sneak in there”. 

“Where are you moving into?”, my eyes kept going back and forth between my screen and her eyes. 

“A house”, she gave another smirk. 

“Ah but who’s house?”, my eyebrows lifted a bit. 

“Can’t make it that easy for a guy eating my fries who I don’t even know”, she gave smile while drinking her shake - halfway done it seemed. 

“Jughead Jones the Third”, I took out my hand for her to shake and unlike the majority of people that made fun of my name, she welcomed the oddity.

“Ashton”, she shook my hand and started to drink the rest of her shake. I was mused by it. “What? Not mysterious enough for ya Jughead?”, she gave a smirk.

“You got a last name?” 

“No…It’s like Cher or Madonna”, her smile gave way that she didn’t want to reveal it. “Again, I can’t make it that easy for ya”. 

“Secret identity huh?”. 

“Well until you find out my last name and Google me at least”, she rolled her eyes and looked out to her motorcycle. “I probably should go. A mattress sounds nice to actually sleep on…”, she gave her words away not realizing what she was saying. She began to pack up her laptop and journals. “Thanks for the company Jughead”, she gave a smile while putting some cash out on the table for a tip. 

“Well hold on…”, I was too intrigued by her. 

“Don’t worry. You’ll see me around…”, she gave a smile while picking up her helmet and she was out the door. My eyes followed her out while she put her gloves back on and started up her motorcycle. She gave a look back and while I could only see her eyes, I swear she was smiling. 

She was gone and I decided to put my feet up on the other side of the booth. My foot kicked something and a small “thump” clanged to the floor. I looked down and saw a small black journal - she left it accidentally. 

I picked it up and stared at the cover a bit, it was completely blank but part of me was too excited not to open it. At the very least to get her last name. After a few moments, I gave a sigh and finally decided to open it. There were initials in the top corner said “A.B.”. 

I glanced at the first page and my inquisitive nature took over. I decided to read one page. One couldn’t tell me everything. It looked like a short poem. 

It’s hard to admit  But the taste of blood in my mouth,  Feels like a comfort. 

The scars feel like home.  I don’t know any other feeling than when the dark words haunt me. 

It’s better to feel Than the numb draught of day to day. 

I laugh at what should be normal, Knowing it won’t last. 

Waiting until I have that sour taste in my mouth. That comfort from my childhood. 

“Well shit”, the words dripped from my mouth in a whisper. Here I was hoping this was just based on fiction but there seemed too much truth to it. Maybe it wasn’t all like this? Maybe this was a dark as it got? I let the journal linger on the table for a moment. It felt like the journal looked over to me for a bit as I tried to focus on my laptop in front of me. I gave the journal sudden glances as I was now worried about her. My hands practically pounced on the book as I opened it to a random page. 

The flame lights, The breath slow. The release pleasurable. 

A feeling of time going slower. A time where minds won’t pace. A break from the ridicule From the pain. 

It only lasts a moment, But more is wanted.

The paper dissipates Burns off. And it’s back to the sea of monsters, Where the flame can’t light. 

It was obviously about smoking but at least it didn’t allude to more abuse. Jughead…you can’t look at anymore. This is someone’s private thoughts. Someone you don’t even know…I released a large sigh again as I found my hands reaching for the black cover one more time. 

It builds The pacing The pressure It can’t race out of my mind,   The feeling something is wrong. 

A height of breath trying to release To have control The sensation of that feeling. 

It’s broken, my mind. Damaged, chipped, pieces tortured. It can’t be repaired, not fully.  I cannot trust or love. 

It’s always pacing On how I must be nothing. 

And all I hear is those words, That I’m a failure That I’m horrendous And I can’t help but believe them. 

They replay over and over and it won’t stop. The pacing The pressure. 

I just stared at the page. This girl seemed genuinely broken yet she was able to put on this fearless sarcasm in front of me. Which person was she really? I sat there thinking and looking at the clock. Almost 3 am. I played with the book in my hand promising to myself not to look at anymore. At the same time, I knew I needed to find her and give this back to her. I put it in my bag with the rest of my stuff. Relieved I couldn’t see the cover anymore but her words had inhabited my mind. “I cannot trust or love”, I for sure understood that feeling. The idea of happiness seemed to too far away from me most days. “I don’t know any other feeling than when the dark words haunt me”. I was walking outside and barely realized I had left the diner as my focus was elsewhere. I needed to give this back before I was too tempted to look again.

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1-25 for the ask meme

lol I wasn’t execting this many but I’m glad, can’t wait to see what questions I have to answer :3 think it’s best if I put a keep reading part here, this is gonna get long

1:what does your wallet look like? 

Took me frickin forever to find a picture lol XD

2:favorite colour? Reds and blues, and anything else that strikes my fancy like teals or rainbow etc :)

3:do you own a pride flag, or more than one? I own a small one in my room, being held by a bear statue my sister got me for christmas after she noticed I really loved it. and yes that is a badge of Thor holding the lesbian flag lol. I also have bunting I got at work but I’m not sure where to put it. Oh I also have a rainbow bandana someone at work got me for christmas..it could be used as a flag lol

4: describe your favorite outfit. (fake) leather jacket, my wine/dark red soft jeans (it’s not jean material it’s soft but I don’t know what) a shirt with a picture on it (maybe my ‘i like girls in a gay way’) a flannel shirt over that and some jewelry like a necklace and ear rings.  

5:when was the last time a girl made your heart flutter? how’d she do it?: you mean an actual girl face to face or like a celebrity? if face to face....I dunno lol it doesn’t happen often, celebrity wise, probs something related to Elizabeth Olsen or another girl lol.

6:do you use nail polish? nope, don’t wear any form of make up. 

7:do you keep organized? around certain things, like keeping a list of quests there were for each acts in dragon age 2, companion gifts and where they were and when trying to catch up on all the banter. I don’t like ppl touching my things without me knowing or moving stuff aI try but I’m not as organized and I’d like to be. 

8:ever take naps? I do love a good nap :D haven’t taken on in a while, I have them a lot in cars which annoys my sister. 

9: who was your first crush? No idea lol maybe some boy when I was a kid before I knew I was gay, um there were a few girls who I really liked because they were nice to me and I don’t know if I had slight crushes on them looking back. 

10: what are your crush tendencies? fall hard or often?: never...I haven’t had a crush in years (like a proper one that wasn’t for a celebrity) I think I’m a bit demi so unless I have an emotional connection it’s not there. Though I can’t thought myself if I see an attractive girl and swoon a bit lol but yeah no...I wish to get a crush one day and her have one on me. -_-

11: describe your ideal day. 

12:describe your ideal date: I am literally thinking of writing down dream date ideas for the future because I have so many ideal date ideas!!! I shall name one as an example which is going to build a bear, I’ve never been into one and I bet it would be such a cute date :3

13:what’s your favorite food? chicken and mushroom pie, toad in a hole, pizza, sasuage and chips, chocolate, london cheesecake, hallumi/fries many many things lol

14:who do you feel most comfortable around? ppl online, like ppl I talk to on tumblr and discord, a few ppl at work ,a few guys I hang out with at londonexpo and a lot fo my family members. I won’t be comfortale around ppl at first, but depending on them I hope to get better, like some ppl I never spoke to I talk to at work now and then :)

15:what is your favorite compliment to recieve? When I had my hair buzzed last year so it’s like Carol’s hair in end game except the sides and back are buzzed, it was a brand new me and something I had wanted to change for a long time and I felt a lot better about myself and loads of ppl at work loved it and spoke about it :D There was also the time a girl liked my fox hat I was wearing during a winter and it made my day. 

16:did you/do you like highschool? I really can’t remember most of it but it wasn’t exactly the best, I spent my first year in secondary school on my own, didn’t talk to anyone and stayed in the library and did nothing. then when I did hang with ppl one year it was one group then another a few broke off and went to another so I stayed in one group and then we went back to the original but a few ppl left, in any case I was the odd one out because they only spoke about boys/make up/x factor/ etc and I wanted to talk about anime which I discovered during that time (did take up majority of my secondary school time) or video games, and would they listen? no. And when it came to near the end and them taking pictures, I was the one that mostly took them and wasn’t in many. I did lose a lot of weight during that time (some since I have put back on not nearly as much as I originally was, I am trying to lose weight again, it’s just hard you know?) so yeah it had some good moments but I never really clicked with anyone till the last few days of secondary school where I met a girl who liked anime and then we spoke and hanged out during sixth form (I may have had a crush on her or it was just I felt like I actually had a friend idk, probs had a crush but still thought I was straight) kinda wanna just look back and see for myself but I’m not the person I was back then, or at least hardly as much.

17:favorite animal? Wolves :D I have a few others but the question only says one so :)

18:do you like your name? Yeah I have no problems with it, unless ppl call me nicola or nikki, I hate those names (I’ve been called them accidentally it just bothers me so much now) 

19:what kind of weather is your favorite? not to hot I can’t wear my leather jacket and a nice shirt and not cold in that a freeze while in my leather jacket, and of course no rain. Nice sunny weather that’s not too hot I melt in my jacket and not cold so I freeze. But I’m more of an inside person so lol

20:do you believe in horoscopes? not really, I don’t follow them, I did buy a card at londonexpo that was how my year would be and it was actually helpful :D I still have it somewhere.

21:tell us about your music taste. it differs, used to be really into heavy metal but not so much now and just listen to ones I own so get new cd’s from them, Hollywood undead this is descibe as rap metal lol. pop and alternative, I do love instrumental/classical music such as video games or film soundtracks, I’ve found playlists of music from someone and their fantasy based and it’s just amazing. Unless I show you what I have it’s hard to describe.

22:have you had your first kiss? if so what was it like? *sigh* not yet -_- almost 27 and not kisses me for yet (family kisses not counting of course) 

23:did you have a favorite stuffed animal as a kid? yep I had a small bear I called fred, I hope I still have him somewhere or could show a pic of him.

24:what time do you usually wake up/go to bed? HA well I don’t like to be up late do latest I will wake up (this is if I’m not working or not working till later) or 8, usually up by 7/ half seven. I’f I am working depending on time it can be as early as 6am. Going to bed...well.. I have a bad habit of not going to bed at a resonable time so sometimes it’s 11ish but most times it’s 12-1am and rarely 1-2am...and a few times 3 am lol 

25:what dream trip would you take with your wife? Probs somewhere I haven’t been like america or greece or japan, share the experience of a new country I haven’t been to with the love of my life.