#i actually had this almost fully typed out a few months ago
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can i request where you and Colby have been friends since childhood and you have never gone on a ghost hunt with him until now. It's just you and him at one of the places he's gone to before. It's going great till you feel your neck scratched and you have a panic attack. Colby is super sweet and gets you out asap and makes sure you are ok
Ghostly Encounter
Again, this imagine isn't written to entirely match the actual video of The Hospital Of Nuns
Mentions of rape, violence
Slight changes of the request, i think
Colby and i have known each other for a lifetime now. We've been friends for a lifetime, our parents used to go to the same college, later on becoming neighbours and when both our mothers gave birth to us months apart, they kept on bringing us to each other's house to play together. I've always supported him and he supported me and we even talked about getting into the same college program. But he decided he wanted to pursue another type of career, which i fully supported him into. No matter the choices we've made in life, it looks like destiny has another plan for us, because a while back I've been accepted at UCLA, which made things so much easier for Colby and i. We've basically never gotten apart from one another, which is wild to think about.
Today, him and Sam invited me to go ghost hunting with them and Nate at Hospital of Nuns. I got really exciting when they proposed this to me and i was eager to accept it and to also get there. It's also a very good opportunity to catch up with Nate, since i haven't seen this man in a minute.
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"This doesn't look like a hospital", i say as i get out of the car and scan the building with wide eyes.
"I know right? It looks insane", Colby wow's next to me and scans the surroundings
"Insanely damaged tho", i scrunch my nose when we almost enter the building, the mouldy, dusty and cracked walls still trying to keep up the structure of the old hospital after a lifetime. Colby chuckles behind me and we get ready for the tour of the rooms. We walk from room to room almost, spending more time in the most active rooms in the hospital. "You heard that? They don't like guys with tattoos. I'm finally out of any ghostly danger", i chuckle and the boys laugh. However, the guide raises his two point fingers in the air to stop us from laughing, signaling he disagrees with me.
"Actually", he pauses to capture our attention, "there is a certain room that women seem to be targeted and there is also a reason for that.", he leaves the room for us to follow him. I gulp and give Colby a concerned look. He puts a hand on the small of my back to comfort me.
"You brought me to the wrong place, besties", i nervously laugh and i almost bump into Sam when we suddenly stop in front of a door. The room is down in the basement and let alone the fact that it's a basement, the whole way down here is creepier than the Chapel.
"Here, it's the priest's bedroom. It's said that he used to rape two of the nuns who ran this hospital-church, which later on found out they're pregnant. The priest wouldn't have allowed that to happen, so, legend has it that he was either violent with them until they lost the kids or he made the two women abort them, which led to the nuns' deaths. He's known to be a pretty violent spirit and a few days ago, this woman had her hair pulled and another one had a bruise on her hip."
I gasp and cross my arms at my chest, feeling discouraged all of a sudden. I left this morning with great vibes and eager to experience what the boys do all the time. Now.. I'm questioning my choices in life, but also want to live the most out of this ghost hunting investigation.
The tour ends shortly after and we take a break to make up the investigation plan. Who goes where, what we use and so on.
"I'll take the prison room with Nate", Sam says and we nod, Nate exhaling in relief he doesn't go alone.
"Thank you brother", Nate hugs him and we laugh.
"I'll take the priest's room", i blurt out, shocked by my own choice. I frown at how direct i was.
"What? No, you're not. You heard Eddie. He is violent towards women", Colby almost shouts at me and massages his temples with his fingers. "You can't go there, I'll go"
"Colbs, you can't go to a room where you won't get any answers from because you're not a trigger object", i say and hand him one of the spirit boxes.
"You're not supposed to be a trigger object, y/n, you're supposed to be safe", he takes the spirit box and i feel the anxiousness in his voice. Sam and Nate go to the car to get the equipment that's missing. Colby clears his throat and lowers his voice almost to a whisper. "I'm sorry, y/n, i just want you to be ok, not a target for tonight. You never kniw what can happen and i don't want anything to happen to you", he puts a hand on my cheek and pinches it. A heat of wave hits me and i clear my throat, taking a step back from Colby. He takes his hand away and clears his throat too, a soft shade of pink visible on top of his cheeks.
"I'll be fine, of there's anything wrong at any time, I'll shout.", i give him an assuring smile, but his face remains straight, concerned.
"So, all good?", Sam asks, holding dozens of equipment parts in his hands. I smile at the view and nod.
"I'll take the room where the nuns don't like my tattoos", Colby sighs
"You came prepared for a week of investigating, not a night", i say amused
"This is what Sam and Colby is about", Sam laughs and we enter the building. We go our separate ways and we all hug each other amused, like we're not going to see each other again in half an hour. I think this is our coping mechanism when it comes to fear. Colby stays a few seconds longer with me when the guys leave for their room. He hugs me tightly.
"You call me of you hear anything, if you see anything, if you feel anything. I'll run down those stairs if needed.", his voice is calmer, but it breaks when saying the last words.
"I'll be fine, i won't do any of those. I'm not a crybaby.", i say amused, still hugging him.
"I know, you're so stubborn", he chuckles and kisses the top of my head. "Good luck"
I smile and turn my back to him, heading down the stair with a flashlight. "Good luck". I enter the room and place the camera on a chair next to the bed, filming myself, half of the room and also lightning up my surroundings. I have a clear view of the hallway, which freaks me out, but i sit on the bed and start scanning the room. I hold the spirit box and take a few deep breaths before i start doing anything. I place my phone next to me on the bed, preparing to call Colby, just in case.
"ok guys, so this is my first investigation with the boys, also the first one ever of this kind-", a loud boom interrupts me from talking to the camera. "The fuck was that?", my voice shakes and i make silence when i hear shuffling coming from the hallway. "There's shuffling outside the room", i barely say something, just mimicking the words and pointing towards the hallway with my thumb. I stay in silence a few more seconds, a clicking sound coming from the corner of the room, behind the camera. "I'm so glad i can't see anything behind that chair, you have no idea.", i say outloud, amused, trying to cope with my fear. I turn on the spirit box and frown when the noise fills the quiet place. An uneasy feeling grows in my chest when i think i see something down the hallway. I inhale and concentrate on the spirit box.
Down with you
"You're down here with me?", i ask the deep voice that came through the radio frequencies.
>> Yes
Wanted
"What do you want?"
Revenge
This place evil
"I got chills, oh my God, how can the boys do it all the time?", i ask, looking towards the camera. "Do you mean the whole place or just this room specifically?"
>> i have power
"Am i talking to the priest?"
Yes
No
"Yes and no? Are you two different people getting in contact with me?", i jump when i hear the bedroom door creaking, but it doesn't move. I try to calm myself down and i shut off the spirit box. "Ok, so, what i think is that there's the man talking to me and also one of the nuns maybe? Because it also seems like these are two different voices.", i stay silent for a moment when the shuffling noise comes back and two loud footsteps approach the bedroom. I start shaking, but play it cool so i wouldn't lose my mind. I turn on the music box again.
Leave
Call for help
"Why should i call for help?"
He's evil, he hurts-
"Who does he hurt?", i ask and i feel a stinging sensation on my neck. I wince in pain when i turn my head around to look for my phone to check my neck. I open the front camera and put it to the side where it hurts and i drop my phone when i see three visible scratch marks and a fourth forming one. I start breathing really fast, getting up from the bed and grabbing the t-shirt I'm wearing in a fist, at my chest level. I feel like i don't get enough air in my lungs and that I'm close to collapsing. I kneel on the floor and grab my phone to call Colby. A shadow passes my peripheral view and i put a hand on the side of my face to block anything to come through. I call Colby.
"Are you -"
"Colby, please come get me, I'm so scared", i almost shout, my voice breaking, hands caressing my thighs as my body is rocking back and forth, still trying to catch my breath. I hear loud footsteps approaching me and i note in my head that if that's not a human being approaching me, I'll probably faint of i don't see anyone coming into the room. Luckily, Colby appears and gets on the floor instantly next to me. He grabs my face to make me look at him to calm me down.
"Breathe, slowly.", he breaths along with me, showing me the rhythm i should follow. We breathe in sync a few times and i calm down. My body shakes uncontrollably when he helps me get up from the floor. Colby hugs me tightly, as trying to stop me from shaking. My eyes are teary, but no tears fall on my cheeks. He rests his chin on top of my head and buries my face in his chest. He caresses my hair and my back and i grip on his hoodie like someone's going to take him away from me now when i need him the most. "What happened?", he asks and i try to talk, but my mouth is numb and i feel like i can't speak. I take another deep breath, but i turn my head around to show him, instead of speaking. His eyes grow wide. "What the fuck? Let's get you out of here", he grabs the camera, i grab my phone and the spirit box and then grabs my hand to get me upstairs.
"Get Sam and Nate, i need a break", i let go of Colby's hand and rush to get outside the hospital. I sit on a big rock a few steps away from the building. I hear the door open behind me and jump from the rock, my body shaking again.
"It's me, I'm sorry i freaked you out", Colby raises his arms in defense mode. We both sit on rocks.
"Did you get them so quickly?", i ask surprised, my mouth still numb
"No, i wanted to check on you", he offers a lazy smile
"I'm as good as i can be in a moment like this. I'm sorry i messed up your investigation", i shake my head, disappointed in me
"Never apologise for that. Who knows what would've happened to you if you didn't get out of there", Colby says in a grave voice. "I'm so stupid for putting you in this position, i am so sorry, y /n", he shakes his head and comes closer to me on another rock and sode hugs me, his arm around my shoulders. He brings me closer to his chest and i inhale the so familiar scent of his cologne and clothes.
"I want to come to more investigations with you, if you still want me to", i say and let go from his side hug. He still keeps his hand on the small of my back, as a comfort gesture.
"We would love to, you were great", Colby smiles and i take a moment to memorise his face in this moment. Big, proud smile, rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes. I smile back at him and give him a proper hug.
"You're the best"
"You had to find someone to match you"
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COFFEE: PG.15 — cuddles & confessions
COFFEE: tim drake x gn!reader
SYNOPSIS: Tim meets a barista that gives him what he needed most — a large coffee with way to many shots of espresso. Though what happens when just a single action changes the other's life, forever?
coffee master list || prev. || SPECIAL
SATURDAY, DECEMBER 16 2023 — 2:43 AM
IN ALL HONESTY you didn't know what to expect when you pulled back the curtains.
Were you expecting to see Red Robin standing on your balcony, phone in hand, and cape trying it's best to cover more of his body for warmth? No, because who would.
For a moment the both of you just stared at one another, not knowing fully on what to do until the hero on your balcony began to aggressively type on his phone. Knowing what he's typing before he sends in you reach to the doors side and unlock, sliding it so he can get in.
"Thanks," he took a shivery breath and stepped inside. Sliding the door to a close once more as to not let the cold air in, you turn to your boyfriend just staring blankly at you.
"Is this your explanation?" you deadpan, looking up and down at him as to inspect his suit, "I swear if this isn't a joke and the suit is just a really good cosplay you wanted to show me I will shave your hair off."
"No it's real."
"Huh."
That was all that was said for a few moments, just you scanning over Tim's suit while he tried his best to stand as still as possible. There was no doubt in your mind that he was telling the truth as you had interacted with his hero persona a few times already and the voice that spoke to you was the same.
However despite the temperatures in Gotham making sure it would be impossible to sweat in its current weather, Tim couldn't help but feel his palms getting clammy underneath his gloves. Sure he was a genius and sure he hated describing himself with that word but he couldn't lie, it fit; yet he couldn't form one continuous thought with him under your piercing gaze.
To him it felt almost judgmental but he couldn't blame you — he could never. Who wouldn't judge the person who stood them up for multiple dates in a row? That was one of the only coherent thought racing through his mind since it was by far the loudest of them all.
In actuality, the silence in your apartment was heavy. It almost felt similar to a burden to Tim's shoulders, making them tense up under your observing eyes.
After a few more moments of quiet you decide to break the awkward tension in the air, "So are you going to change your name?"
"What?" he breathlessly asked, unknowing he was even holding the air in his lungs.
"Are you going to change your name so it won't be the same as a fast food chain?" you reiterated.
He scoffed, "No, I'm not changing my superhero name to Cardinal. I'm already established as it and to much merch has been made with my logo and name imprinted on it."
"What a capitalistic mindset," you jest with a smirk at his tired and amused expression.
"You find out your boyfriend's a hero and yet those are the words you speak to him afterwards? I'm hurt," he dramatically places a hand over his chest, "Not even a scolding for being reckless?"
"Well, maybe said boyfriend's partner is too tired to care."
"So you're too tired to be mad at me?" he asked, more perplexed rather than teasing.
"No I am definitely still angry with you," you deadpan with your arms now crossed. Walking towards Tim you rest your head on his shoulder, "But I'm glad you felt safe and trusted me enough to tell me this.
"But if you pull this shit again not even Duke can save you, you got it?"
"I understand," he nods with a smile, wrapping one of his arms around your back and softly kissing the crown of your head.
SPECIAL NOTE: and thats a wrap! i would like to first thank everyone who has stayed to read this smau from months ago or from just a few days ago since all of your likes, comments, and reblogs really helped keep me motivated to continue no matter how spontaneous my updates were
to all of the people in my taglist, i will have to disturb your inbox one last time with a special that contains random facts about this smau in early january so i hope you all don't mind; if you don't want me to tag you feel free to send me an ask
and with that, i wish all of you an amazing new year and wonderful rest of your day/night!
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Stay? - Vampire!Johnny
Warnings : slight mentions of violence, nfsw, pussy eating, overstimulation, kissing (bc 🥴) johnny being overly protective and also kinda spooky but in a cute way, SOFT VAMP JOHNNY AGENDA, mentions of blood because....well, maybe I AM a monster fucker
You'd allowed him in, four months ago nearly to the date. Still, he feels intrusive in nature everytime he enters your room through the balcony window. He tells himself it's mandatory, that if your shitty landlord won't get you proper locks in a vampire infested neighborhood - it's his duty to protect you.
As he did those months ago when a Strigoi almost ripped your face off, not his choice of words, but yours. In quote, "That guy almost ripped my fucking face off." In reality, the creature would have ripped your heart out, not your face. But that's a less important detail that he had chosen not to share while you were so worked up.
Your old floor doesn't creak as his footsteps careen towards your bed, where you're strewn across the sheets like you've been hit by a bus - each leg in a different direction, your face smooshed against the pillow and your arms hanging off of the bed. A chuckle echoes silently through his hollow chest as he sits on the bottom right corner of your bed, the only available space.
Normally, his presence would go unnoticed. As if a ghost bounded gracefully into your home, but the sticky midnight air is heavy on your skin, and his being is like cool morning air against your feet and ankles. It sends a shiver up your leg and then through your spine, until your eyes are fluttering open as if you've been greeted by a breeze.
"Mm, is that you Mr. Creepy?" You grumble, tired spine cracking in a few places as you roll over on your back. Mr. Creepy. You always think you're so funny, and unfortunately, you are. It's like he goes eons without smiling until he's with you.
"No, it's the big bad wolf."
You can hear the smirk in his voice, and you'd be more prepared for something snarky in return but you're far too tired, and far too entranced by the beauty that he is, right there in front of you. His ears twitch. Curse your beating heart, for its palpitations give everything away.
It's not like it's a secret, but sometimes you like to pretend you have composure around him.
Tonight is different, it is a rare occasion when you're actually awake for his visits. He hates waking you, he envies the dreams you have, the rest. However, you insist that whenever you wake up it's only because you weren't fully asleep in the first place.
"Come here, please." You beckon softly, hands reaching out for him, and like a beacon he follows despite his internal hesitation. He is like a feather above you, the cool of his skin underneath his shirt a sweet relief as your palms press against the expanse of his broad chest.
"You're dangerous, you know that? And really tempting." His lips spread into a smile against your cheek as his nose skims your skin. You giggle, tickled by his light touch. Your fingers find their way into his dark hair, using the tufts as a way to pull him closer.
"You're the one who wants to eat me, John." Your eyes connect, and his irises begin to bleed ruby upon the utterance of your words. You don't allow him to look away as he normally would, holding his face as though you have some type of strength over him at all - it's only your will that holds him steady.
"That's only partially true," he whispers, breath fanning against your mouth. "I think you'd let me, anyways."
You can't stand even the centimeter of separation between you two, and your impatience gets the better of you as you lift your neck to reach his lips, pressing them against yours and allowing yourself to be held by his arms as they wrap around your torso.
He has to practice so much control, its the sweetest of torture. You're fragile in his grip, hot and warm and throbbing. He feels the blood pumping through your veins, the thump of your heart. It's intoxicating, and - "Fuck, I'm sorry."
He disconnects from you at once before the whimper can even leave your swollen mouth, his fingertips having pressed too hard against your sides. He's by the window, wincing, trying to scope your range of emotions. He smells the blood underneath your skin, the way it's leaking from the vessels and forming a bruise.
You're pouting, whining even, and he's perplexed.
"No, come back, please. I'm okay Johnny, really." You sit up, flushed and eager and he feels horribly guilty for the way his dick is solid against his belly, for the way he wants to crawl back to you and lick you raw.
You sense his hesitation and it does nothing but infuriate you.
"Sweetheart, you don't know the things I wish to do to you right now." His voice is low, and despite the fact that he's trying to sound gentle - the predator within him can't help but to slip itself into his intonation. Your sweet eyes plead, and your body is like the sun - pulsating with this heat. If he had a soul, he'd sell it just to be able to treat you in the way he wishes he was able to, to make love to you as a man would instead of a beast.
But you, you, you're so unfazed by his monstrosity, your feet are already on the floor and you're moving towards him. Before your toes can even lift from the surface he's got you pinned to the bed by your wrists, with the gentleness that compares to how you'd hold the stem of a flower between your fingers.
Even so, you're immobile.
"You don't scare me, you never will. I want you to kiss me again, just one more time." You're flush against him, a visceral reminder of how hungry he is for you. He groans, as if pained, and presses his pillowy mouth to yours with a force that takes your breath away.
You're enraptured by the intensity, the thrash of his tongue inside your mouth, as if he's seeking to taste every word you've ever spoken. His kisses alone feel like sex, thirsty and devout. You don't have time to put forth any effort yourself, he's taking this moment to suckle your bottom lip, then the top, in this repeated pattern until your mouth is nearly purple.
You're arching into his touch, the solidness of his form grounding you to reality so you don't float away and convince yourself this is all a sweet dream. You wiggle your wrists and he allows you room to breathe, unwrapping his slim fingers so that you can wrap your arms around his sturdy neck.
This time, when you look at him, he's different. He's still Johnny, his nose is still slender and sharp and his lips are still heart shaped and plump - but he's different. He looks like a vampire like a true vampire. Fangs have begun to protrude from behind his mouth, and he holds back the snarl that naturally wants to contort. His eyes are so dark they're like the expanse of the night sea. You're not his prey.
You're fixated, mesmerized and your hands slip down the scope of his shoulders, down past his sides and over his hard abdomen. His head cocks to the side as he hovers his lips over yours, hair tickling your cheeks.
"Careful, please." He groans, as your warm hands slip underneath his tee shirt to smooth across his belly, to revel in the slopes and planes. It feels too good, he doesn't know what to do with himself. Being with a human has never felt this way. He feels drunk.
"Open your mouth, Johnny." You ask so sweetly, he actually feels like he's the one in the lesser position of power, a choked gasp caught in his throat when your pretty pink tongue slips past your lips, and meets with the small dagger that serves as a weapon for his kind.
You don't lick it hard enough as to draw any blood, but the shiver that wracks his body is satisfying enough. When you travel to the other fang, your hand grace's over the hard bulge protruding from his bottoms, any trepidation he felt prior to walking, or floating, into your home has left him. He knows exactly what he's going to do to you.
"Can I taste you? I need to taste you." Johnny is weak against you, your hand is palming his length and he can't think straight, how odd.
"Yes, please yes." You breathe, though Johnny descends your clavicle - skipping your neck for all intensive safety purposes - before he can see you tilt your chin up, exposing your jugular to him, awaiting the sting. Instead, you're greeted by kisses that even the thin material of your tank top doesn't stop.
His hands never stray from your body, gripping your sides as he passes over your left breast, tongue toying with the hard bud through your top. The sound you let would have his heart ready to burst if he had one that was able to beat. Your arching up into him with this need, his fingertips accidentally rip through the fabric.
He doesn't apologize this time, not when he realizes you're so fucked already, you don't even have a silly or snarky comment to make about it.
His hair is a vice that your fingers cling to as he travels down to your navel, sloppy wet kisses left below and around your bellybutton. Your legs have already begun to spread, his palms traveling across your hips to the meat between your thighs where he pries them apart - greeted immediately by the scent of your arousal.
"Fuck, you're so sweet baby, all of this is for me?" He quizzes lowly, trying to take his time, to resist the urge to eat you whole as he pecks and nibbles at your flesh, relishing in the squeaks and gasps that leaves your throat at the action.
"Please, please don't stop." You beg, and for the first time, his laugh sounds sardonic.
"Don't stop? Baby I haven't even started," he kisses the crease between your thigh and your middle, holding you down to prevent the squirming that your human body instinctually resorts to when faced with pleasure. "what do you want, hmm? You want me to lick your little pussy? Is that it?"
You're taken aback by the words, by the tone he possesses. You try to clamp your legs together to relieve some of the throbbing but he's having none of that, forcing you to answer by licking the mound of your pussy through the thin little pajama shorts you have on, already tasting the sticky arousal that's been leaking and now coats your labia.
"Yes, w-want you to l-lick me." You're not sure what's come over you, why you're on the verge of tears with need but Johnny enjoys seeing you like this. A taste of how you make him feel all the time.
"That's it, that's what I wanna hear baby." He growls, cool air hitting your swollen clit as the sound of ripping fabric roars through the dark room. He has no time for the barriers between you two.
Your scent is like nothing he's ever experienced before. He's literally drooling, grateful that he's the only one who has acute vision in the dark, for he'd feel a little pathetic if you saw how hungry he is for you right at this moment. He parts your thighs even further with his elbows, leveling his face with your sex.
He uses both of his thumbs to spread your lips apart, reveling in the sticky sound of your flesh separating and opening up for him - he doesn't even tease, he dives straight in, wrapping his lips around your bud and suckling with as much gentleness as his kind can muster.
You're not sure what to do with yourself, spine arching and mouth parted with a moan that is caught in your throat. Your fingers grip his raven locks fiercely, and you feel the vibration of his hum in contentment, against your clit.
"J-John! Oh!" Your mewls only further his vigor, head shaking back and forth as dines. He rears back and spits on your folds, watching it drip past your entrance and down to your ass. Once again, he has to remind himself to be gentle with you, sweet. You're so pliable underneath his ministrations.
"Mm, this pussy is mine. All mine." He groans between suckles and licks, frustrated he can't somehow just consume you completely.
Johnny decides right then, he's going to keep you.
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Monaca hasn't left the pod room since Monokuma appeared in the simulation. She refuses to talk to anyone and only eats when Chiaki is the one to deliver the food. Otherwise, she spends her time hovering over Nagito's pod.
After months of being left to her own devices, Chiaki finally decided to do something and forced Monaca to get some proper rest, and dragged her over to the hotel. She resisted the entire way there, but once her back hit the bed she was out like a light.
She slept for a long time. The next day, she kept laying in bed, far too tired and sore from bending her back leaning over the pod for days on end. She still refused to talk to anyone, but she accepted food more easily and actually played on the 3DS Chiaki had given her.
Even though Monaca had been moved to her own cottage, the pod room was rarely empty. Hajime spent a considerable amount of time doing everything in his power to make Nagito wake up, barely sparing a minute for breaks or meals.
Hajime was the only one on the room when a hiss came from the only used pod still in the room. He rushed over and stood close by, prepared to greet the last of the group to wake. The hatch opened and Nagito slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was hazy for a few seconds, before recognition sparked and he focused entirely on Hajime.
"Hey, can you hear me?" Hajime wanted to make sure he was fully aware before saying anything else. "Ahh, Izuru Kamukura... No, you're... Hajime Hinata... right?" Nagito's voice was rough from misuse, but still held the same soft and breathy feel it always did. He raised his left hand up, silently asking Hajime for help getting up. Without hesitation, Hajime grabbed it and dragged Nagito up until he was sitting up. "They're both me."
"I suppose I should thank you for waking me up? I knew you'd make it to the lowest stratum- I believed in you." Nagito slowly looked up as he talked. "How are the others?" Seeing that he was the same as usual, Hajime smiled. "You're the last one out." At having the others well-being confirmed, Nagito smiled gently. "I'm glad."
"Ah, speaking off... I need to tell them you're awake. Monaca has been worried sick over you, you know. She's been hovering over your pod constantly, Nanami only managed to drag her out a few days ago." At the mention of Monaca, Nagito's face shifted to surprise. "...Monaca-san has been worried...? For... me?"
"Yeah. I'm sure she'll want to see you as soon as possible. I'll send a text to Nanami and she'll bring Monaca here, how does that sound? I doubt you want to be alone right now." Hajime had already brought out his phone and started typing as he spoke. "They'll be here soon."
Just as he finished speaking, the door was slammed open and Monaca wheeled herself over to Nagito as fast as she could. "...B-big Bro...? You're awake? Really, really awake? You... you..." Her voice wavered as tears gathered in her eyes. "You... big... MEANIE!!! You left Monaca all alone! You were supposed to be with Monaca all the time, but you didn't! You liar! Liar liar liar! Don't ever scare Monaca like that again! You're not allowed! Not allowed not allowed not allowed!!!!"
Monaca launched herself into Nagito's arms as she continued to cry out all her frustrations. From a short distance, Hajime and Chiaki stood and watched the tear-filled reunion, happy to finally have everyone back. "...It's a relief to have Komaeda-kun finally back. He was alseep for so long... I had almost began to lose hope." Hajime put his arm on her shoulder. "...Yeah, I get that. I knew he'd wake up eventually, though. It's Komaeda, you know? Things are never easy with this guy, but they tend to work out. One way or another."
Chiaki focused her attention back to Nagito and Monaca, noting that the crying had quieted down to small sobs. The little girl looked tired, but refused to fall asleep just yet. "...Hey hey, Komaeda-kun. We should probably get you moved into one of the cottages now. The pod can't be very comfortable, and we need to do a proper check-up, too."
"And we need to figure out what to do about the hand. You can't keep it, but removing it will be difficult. ...Souda and I will have to prepare a prosthetic replacement too." While Monaca kept her face buried in Nagito's stomach, the man in question turned his attention back to Hajime and Chiaki, smiling at them. "...I don't understand why you'd go so far from someone like me but... I... appreciate it."
"Don't talk like that. You're our friend too, of course we'd do all of this for you." Hajime had an expression that implied something beyond just 'friends', but maybe he was just too embarassed to say it.
Chiaki looked forward to the peaceful times to come.
#this is the end!!!!#i originally had two more chapters planned but#my hyperfixation is just about done so theres no way ill be able to do those#but!!!!!!#i wanted to get this one done at least!!!!#chiaki nanami#hajime hinata#monaca towa#nagito komaeda#komahinanami#hinanami#komahina#komanami#remnant searcher chiaki au#danganronpa#super danganronpa 2#sdr2#danganronpa another episode ultra despair girls#udg#danganronpa 3#dr3#art#my art#xanders art#xanders haunting art#digital art#fan art#fic#fanfic#fanfiction
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My Oc's Relationships with the Varia
@childe-of-saulot @myrmyrtheorca
Okay! Fair warning before I start on this oc, there will be a lot on her lol. I've been able to play around with her the longest of my KHR ocs and I have her entwined with a handful of other ocs (That I might post some other day).
Secondly, she's the wife of the Arcobaleno and partially cursed as such, so Viper/Mammon will be done later when/if I ever get around to writing out her dynamics with that group lol.
Thirdly, Fran will be on a different post too if/when I get to the Kokuyo Gang.
Celeste Thorne or Celeste Épine is naturally a very caring and kind woman. If she's not actively taking care of someone, she's inevitably mother hen-ing someone. The type of person who's always wanted to be a parent; someone who's always dreamed a big family. However, her chances of being a mother were mostly dashed when her spouses were cursed into infantile forms and her own age permanently frozen no matter how many years pass. Even so, she did everything to keep herself hopeful and positive for the sake of Aria who she was now raising.
Squalo: Celeste is best friends with Squalo's mother and is his godmother. She was one of the first few people who held him as newborn and basically helped raise him throughout his life. Right there for almost ever major milestone of his life, and for the few she wasn't, she showed up not long after. She adores him with all her heart, having a slight tendency to still view him as the ambitious little boy she knew so long ago; the baby who'd stubbornly fuss in her arms no matter what she did as his mother got some much needed rest.
One thing she still does for him that she's done since he was young is get him at least one birthday gift with his birthstone, something she does for anyone she loves. For Squalo, he has plenty of jewelry and charms with aquamarine, but his favorite (though he'd never fully admit it to her) is the bloodstone locket that has the Varia logo on it with a picture of him and Xanxus inside. She got it for him for his first birthday after he became part of the Varia; the bloodstone being both March's second birthstone and a bad joke about him being an assassin now.
Nowadays, when she visits him, she tends to fuss over his hair a little. Celeste knows full well that he can take care of himself and his hair is doing just fine with how he cares for it, obviously. However, as someone with really long hair herself, she instinctively wants to take care of it for him. In fact, she tends to fuss over his health in general, if he gets snippy about it she will point out all his near-death experiences and how he cut off his own hand when he was young. In her eyes, this perfectly warrants her concerns over him.
Bel/Belphegor: Since she was a little girl and knew she wanted a family of her own, Celeste would go on and on about wanting twins. As she got older and older, she was certain one day she'd have twin sons. And well... She wasn't wrong per se, but the method wasn't exactly conventional at all.
She met Bel and Rasiel when they were 4 years old, or more specifically, 3 years old and 11 months. She was in their kingdom after their father contacted the Giglio Nero Famiglia, wanting to discuss the idea joining the mafia life. She was hesitant at first, but after learning he had young sons and running the idea of the visit past Aria, she couldn't help agreeing. Thus, her and the then 12 year old Aria, ending up staying in their kingdom for almost a year. She thought she'd be getting into a situation where the boys were loved dearly by others and that their father was an actual parent to them. That was not the case and she was so angry for the sake of both boys. If she could've, she would've killed their father a million times over and taken them far away from there. The only thing that held her back is the risk that regicide would pose for Aria and the Giglio Nero Famiglia as a whole.
Bel's first memory of Celeste is of him opening a birthday gift she got him. The toy inside was a simple stuffed animal, but it was a mink stuffed animal. To a little him, the fact she took effort in getting him his specific favorite animal instead of just grabbing him something generic meant the world. To this day he has that toy, far more weathered and aged, but still the same. Its also where his dear box animal, Mink, gets its name from.
Celeste tried everything she could to get the boys to stop fighting each other entirely. She could get them to pause for moments, namely by distracting them with activities or singing for them, but it'd never last for too long. Even so, she never yelled or used force or do anything that could hurt them forever. She'd gentle scold, explain why the actions were wrong, then tend to any injuries that may have happened or would clean them both up.
She did everything she could to make sure both twins knew they were loved, but especially Bel. She knew the pains of being the spare heir(ess) very well herself. She knew what it felt like to have everyone's eyes on an older sibling rather than you. So she made sure he knew that she was always there for him. That her eyes were always on him too, not just on Rasiel. Celeste also did this by giving both unique and kinda silly nicknames. Bel's are: Little prince, mon loup, and Baby-Bel Cheese. She still calls Bel these to this day.
I don't think we're ever given a proper timeline as to when the twins gave each other laxative and worms. So! When Bel got sick after being force fed worms by his brother, Celeste stayed right by his side. She took care of him and made sure he got better instead of force. At the time, he was bitter because she'd done the same for Rasiel a week earlier when he poisoned him. However now, whenever he's sick, he will often find himself missing her soft words and gentle touch and how she'd only leave to get things he needed, to check on Aria, or when he was asleep.
Both of them equally hate when she had to leave and leave him behind. Celeste just also hates that she had to leave Rasiel behind too given she loved both twins as her own after all.
Celeste met him again basically right after he joined the Varia. When Viper had called her and said they had a gift for her, one of her lost babies wasn't what she'd expected. But she was so happy to have Bel back in her life, even if she couldn't be right there for him full time. Of course it hurt to learn Rasiel was gone, but she'd never tell him that directly. And it's not like it was a big surprise to learn given that she was the only trying to actively curb their violent tendencies towards each other, there was a part of her that figured one of them would end up killing the other as much as it hurt to think.
To this day, he's the Varia member she spends the most time with outside of Viper. She loves taking him out to places he wants to see or to events or even just short shopping trips. She wants to give Bel the best sense of normalcy that she can despite his upbringing and the fact both of them are so deeply involved in the mafia. As, she knows he'll never fully be able to get it for himself.
Lussuria and Levi: Combining these two because there's not much to them and her! However, that doesn't mean she doesn't care for them at all. She simply didn't get to know them well until after Xanxus got frozen. Celeste did small thing for them to show she cares for them too. Though, her biggest act involving one of them has to be when she bought Lussuria a whole set of diamond jewelry (necklace, bracelets, and earrings) because he's an April birthday like her.
Xanxus: On all level except physical, Xanxus is her son. That's how she sees it at least. They met at a Vongola party when a then 9 year old Aria dragged a less than happy 9 year old Xanxus right up to her, declaring the boy her new best friend. From that day on, he became her own son in her heart. She hated Timoteo, but she was willing to set all of that completely aside so Xanxus could spend time with her and Aria. She doted on him like any spoiling mother would. She showered him with attention and praise. She helped him with homework and made sure to reward his good grades. But she knew that she wasn't the one he wanted that from.
Celeste wasn't stupid. She knew all the boy wanted was his father's acknowledgement. Part of her wanted to fight Timoteo until he gave Xanxus what he wanted. In her eyes, her baby was more than deserving of it. But she held back, knowing it'd just hurt him if he ever learned she had to step in to get him what he wanted most. And she doesn't want him in pain after all. She didn't know what eventually caused Xanxus to hate Timoteo too, but she supported him.
For her, like with the rest of the mafia world, Xanxus simply disappeared. She mourned like any mother would when their child is missing without a trace. However, it wasn't hard for her to learn the real story from the others she's close to in the Varia. She was pissed, beyond pissed even when she learned. At Timoteo, at the rest of Vongola, at the rest of mafia in general, and even at herself.
To her, she failed Xanxus. She didn't love him enough clearly. She didn't give him everything he needed, that's what caused this. Maybe she should've fought Timoteo into give Xanxus the attention he wanted, even if it hurt him emotionally. Hurt feelings are better than being frozen in ice after all... She should've done more for him...
The main reason she hates the rest of the mafia for this though is for a simple reason: They don't miss her son. They miss Timoteo's heir. They don't miss the boy who always struggled getting up in the morning after sleepover with Aria. They don't miss the boy she helped finish hard math homework. They don't miss the boy who loves ligers, who's favorite color is orange, and who loves to read. They don't miss the boy who'd struggle to fall back asleep after a nightmare. They don't miss the boy she taught to swim. They don't miss the boy she carried to bed when he and Aria fell asleep on her couch. They don't miss that Xanxus, her Xanxus. They miss the Vongola Decimo candidate, Xanxus.
For every year he was frozen, she still got birthday gifts for him. Of course, she wasn't sure if he'd actually like them at that point, but she took an educated guess of what he might've liked as he got older. His fist birthday after he got unfrozen, she sent him every last one of those gifts.
Nowadays, she still love him with all her heart as her son. He'll always be her baby after all. But, he's not a kid anymore and she knows it. He doesn't need her to hold her to hold his hand and guide him around anymore. Her little boy is all grown up now. Yet... She can't stop herself from showing him her love the same ways still. She can't help herself from fixing his hair when there's a part out of place. She still calls him all the little nicknames she came up with for young him. She still buys him opal cufflinks and suit pins and more for his birthdays.
She also will still carry him to bed if he falls asleep around her. And I do mean will, she can be frighteningly strong when she wants to be.
Also this applies to Squalo, Bel, and Xanxus. But she does loves sharing those "embarrassing" stories parents will tell about their kids. Like odd games they played, silly mishaps they had, and things like that.
#katekyo hitman reborn#khr#khr oc#khr belphegor#khr squalo#khr xanxus#khr varia#this took me 4 hours to write lol
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"i didn't know where else to go" for fexi (of course) 💗💗💗
AURORA MY LOVE! i hope this is everything you wanted! (under the cut because issa long one)
It’s not often Lexi finds herself home alone, but on the one night she’s getting some peace and quiet, there’s a sudden pounding at her front door.
“I’ll be right there!” she shouts out from the kitchen where the microwave is beeping to let her know her popcorn is ready.
She’s so preoccupied with the steaming bag that she doesn’t even think to check the window to see who it is, instead she opens the front door and nearly screams at the sight in front of her. Mostly because the man standing there, almost bashful with his hands stuffed in the pocket of his hoodie, is supposed to be dead.
“Fezco?” she hears herself whispering, completely bewildered. Part of her brain is fully convinced that she’s seeing an apparition, but the more logical side is reminding her that ghosts aren’t real.
“Hey Lex,” the man who is very clearly not dead at all replies, stepping forward just a little. “Can I come in?”
She’s not entirely sure what possesses her to say sure, but she finds herself closing the door behind him and turning the lock while her former… something stands waiting in the front hall. It takes a couple of deep breaths before she’s ready to face him, turning herself to lean against the exit as she looks upon a face that still haunts her dreams on particularly bad nights.
“What the fuck?” It’s such a quiet whisper she’s not even sure he hears it, but bright blue eyes flash up to hers in an instant and she knows he’s just as in tune to her as he was eight months ago. “What the actual fuck?”
“I can explain,” Fezco begs. “I know you ain’t prolly wanna hear nothin’ from me, but all I want is a chance baby.”
She snaps, months of anger boiling to the surface. “Don’t fucking call me that.”
Fezco sighs, running a hand along the back of his neck. “M’sorry. I just… I didn’t know where the fuck else to go Lex. I know the way I dipped was shitty as fuck, but I didn’t have a fuckin’ choice. And Imma explain it all to you, if you willin’ to listen.”
Lexi feels her breath catch in her throat, but she swallows it down because if she’s going to sit here and listen to him explain himself, he needs to know exactly what type of hell his sudden disappearance put her through.
“I thought you were dead,” she states plainly, watching as his eyebrows raise just slightly in recognition. Alright, seems that is exactly what he had wanted when he disappeared. “I thought you had gotten in bad with someone and were dead in an unmarked grave somewhere for eight months, Fezco. Rue and I… we saw the house - the blood? the broken furniture? - and you’re phone was just left there. What else were we supposed to fucking think?”
“We did,” Fez starts, meeting her dead in the eye. “We did get in bad with someone, tha’s why we took the fuck off. Only thought we was gonna have to lay low for a few weeks Lex, swear to fuckin’ God. This shit turned into so much more than we expected, if you just hear me out, I promise it’ll all make sense.”
He’s pleading with both his words and his eyes, and really, Lexi’s always been weak when he looks at her that way. She can still be mad at the pain he put her through while also listening to his account of the last near year, right?
“Fine,” she relents, doing her best to keep her frown in place when Fezco’s face lights up at her response. “But you have to tell me everything. Including why you’re showing up here after eight months telling me you have nowhere else to go.”
“Issa deal baby.”
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Daniel Atlas never smiles, but Jack Wilder is here to make him
Fandom: Now you see me
Characters: Daniel Atlas & Jack Wilder
Word count: 481
I’M BACK BABY‼️‼️ sorry was kinda just drowning in school work and shit; rewatched Now You See Me movies s few days ago and AS I SHOULD decided to take the matter into my own hands and write something since there was only one fanfic I found☠️ feels weird to acc write the idea you have in you mind ifykyk; anyway it’s probably gonna have 3,5 likes so here we go:)
Also @awkwardlyflustered I decided to write something ab these two too, so since the fandom is drop dead you can check this one out
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“No way you are ticklish!?” Jack grinned after poking older man’s stomach a few times causing him to squirm away
“Don’t touch me. Do you hear me?” Daniel said, eyes nervously running all around the room, looking for something to protect him
Jack just smiled wider, not fully believing that one of the most stoic man he knows falls under umbrella of such silly things as being ticklish. His other hand grabbed Atlas’s arm in order to keep him in place while other rapidly vibrated into his stomach
Loud chuckle escaped Daniel’s mouth as he hided his smile behind his palm, other hand trying to fight younger man
“Yohou– stop it” he squirmed harder, trying to bite his cheek to look more serious than he actually was. Jack’s hand traveled from his stomach to his underarm, making him squeak. Curly haired man quickly pulled his hands back from the mouth and Jack, protecting his weak spot, eyes filled with fear and sparkling with unexpected childlessness, making him look younger a few years
The next thing that Daniel felt were 10 fingers under his arms, making him fall on his back and trying his best not to make any noises. His eyes were crinkled with playfulness, while his mouth tried to show that he doesn’t find it funny at all
“Come on man, you know you want to laugh” Wilder’s mouth melted into the biggest smile the other one had seen ever. Something in his eyes were so pure, like a kid getting the toy he wanted for Christmas
Anyway Daniel thought that sooner or later he will laugh, so letting everything go he let his voice fill the room. His laughter unlike him was very bright, almost bubbly. He wasn’t the type of person to laugh out loud, even during casual nights he only allowed himself to grin or chuckle (if the joke was really great). Partly because of his insecurities about how he might sound, partly because he already had an image of a socially awkward guy who wants to look serious. In the end it didn’t matter because right now he was laughing his head off in what seemed, months
“Ah-ha! There it is” Jack’s hands warmed in Daniel’s underarms. He could see small, almost invisible wrinkles around older man’s eyes from laughing, the thought of never seeing him actually laugh only hit him now. With that he spend a few more seconds rubbing his knuckles into Atlas’s higher ribs until he let the poor man go
“If yohou are—”
“I’m not gonna tell anyone” Jack chuckled, seeing Daniel’s messy hair even more messy when the shy smile still shined on his lips
“You should really smile and laugh more you know? Or you can become a second version of Grinch” younger man said, patting Daniel’s chest and getting out of the room before he could get him back
#literally dying#now you see me#now you see me tickle#ticklish!daniel#ticklish!Daniel Atlas#ler!jack#ler!jack wilder#lee!Daniel#lee!Daniel Atlas#tworld#WHEN I SAY THAT THERE IS NO CONTENT ON NYSM I MEAN IT#im back baby
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That story with Luke and Leo was SO GOOD! I can’t believe Bella and Like broke up omg, I adore your writing ITS LITTERALY SO GOOD
What if you do a story where Jonah comforts Luke about his break up with Bella? I know they have kind of a enemies/friends/brothers relationship and I think it would be so cool to see Luke actually get emotional and have Jonah comforting him.
I thrive with drama!! The Bella/Luke story still will have quite a few installments I think, Lucas is being particularly stubborn and we don't even know what happened or Bell's POV. Anyway, enjoy
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"You are cheating," Wendy scoffed, kicking Jonah's thigh as he turned his completed wordle around for her to see, thus completely ruining her chances of beating him.
"I never cheat," he deadpanned, biting down a smile and reaching for the mug of hot coffee. It had been a pretty decent day, class had been a drag but not bad, work was slow for once... Pretty good. Even so, he couldn't wait to go home, less because of being tired, more because of the company that awaited him.
He kept waiting for the dumb butterflies to die down, but truth was Jonah still felt pretty stuck in the honeymoon phase. Not that he'd ever say it out loud.
He checked his phone, while Wendy pouted and grumbled about him being a cheater. There were no notifications from Leo, despite the fact he should've been home already.
Jonah chewed on his lip, gulping the rest of his coffee down, "do you think I should call him?"
"Mr. Di Caprio?" Wendy said sarcastically, all but sprawled on the staff couch, her feet resting on his lap. He slapped her ankle.
"Wendy," Jonah rolled his eyes, "I haven't heard from him since morning and normally he texts me during the lunch break."
"He texts you?" Wendy squinted, "always? Sounds very unilateral, Jon."
He scowled, then drummed his fingers against her leg resting on his lap, "you're right, I'm calling him."
"That's not what-"
He ignored his friend in favor of hitting Leo's contact and pressing the phone against his ear. Jonah was not the calling type, he'd much rather text anything and everything, voice messages being his absolute demise.
It rang and rang and rang. Then went to voicemail.
"Uh..."
"He's probably busy," Wendy said, noticing Jonah's frown, "I mean, his shift ended what? Forty minutes ago? Maybe he's going home still."
"The apartment is literally ten minutes away from his firm."
"I meant... The dorms?" She raised a judgmental eyebrow, green eyes sparkling, "did you ask him to move in with you six months into dating?"
"Five," Jonah corrected her, cheeks burning, "no, I didn't."
Wendy didn't even bother answering him, only opened an amused smile, one that said very well how he hadn't her convinced her at all.
"I just - Shut up, stop looking at me like that."
"I'm not looking at you in any way," she smiled, sitting up straight on the couch, "c'mon, chop chop. The sooner we're done with the clinic hours, the sooner we can go home."
By the time Jonah did reach home - Nearly an hour and a half later - he was already anxious. He had tried calling another time and had even texted, only to receive no answer. The entire elevator trip up, he kept telling himself that maybe Leo had just fallen asleep. It wouldn't be the first time, the guy needed all the sleep he could get in between his hectic hours...
Except Leo wasn't in the apartment and this was when Jon fully catapulted into "he's mad at me" territory.
He called again, pacing around the place, telling himself that if Leo didn't answer another call then he was going to drive to the dorms-
"Hi," the call connected, except it was not his boyfriend's soft spoken voice, but Luke's energic one.
"Why do you have Leo's phone?" Jonah demanded immediately, "did you call him into another one of those stupid midnight practices? That's abuse of power, Atwood-"
"Leo's sick," Lucas interrupted him and Jonah could almost hear the eyeroll, "he called me by accident, he meant to call you. He's got the stomach bug that's going around."
"What- How bad is he? Put him on the phone, I want to speak with him."
"He's rest-"
"Get Leo on the phone Lucas!"
"He is in a pretty bad shape. I picked him up from work and brought him over to my place, he's resting."
"You kidnapped my boyfriend," Jonah squinted at his door, already making up his mind and crossing the room for his car keys, "why didn't you bring him here?! I'm going over."
"Because you hurl when people get sick, Jonah," Lucas' voice dripped with disdain, "or did you forget last week when we both caught it?"
Jonah scowled, "I don't care. I'm going over."
"Don't be an idiot, you can't see vomit. He's fine, I know how to take care of people, I'm not ten," Lucas argued back, "stay home."
"Don't tell me how to date my own boyfriend," Jonah scoffed, "can't I just talk with hi-"
"Ah shit, I have to go," Lucas suddenly sounded distant, clearly busy and Jonah could faintly hear the noises of Leo retching in the background, getting louder as Lucas walked closer, only to cease suddenly when he hung up.
Jonah sighed, being left completely in the dark. He decided to try and not do anything harsh. He could shower, change out of the hospital dirty clothes and then call back again. Hopefully by then Leo would actually pick up and then he could reason with the guy to come home.
It was a solid plan, so he got on to it, only to find himself in the exact same position forty minutes later: pacing the living room, calling and getting just the voicemail.
Fucking Lucas Atwood and his hero complex.
Rationally Jonah knew that it probably just meant he was busy and that he would not actually be any help there. However logic wasn't the dominating part of him recently, so before he could think better of it, he was rushing out of the door.
For his credit he didn't stop at a pharmacy on his way there, for as much shit as he gave Luke, he knew the guy actually knew damn well how to take care of people.
His building didn't have a doorman, just the electronic panel to open the metal gates and Jonah, like anyone in the team, knew the password. He was buzzing with anxiety during the elevator ride up.
Lucas left the key inside of a fake rock on the huge fiddle leaf fig that sat near his apartment's door, and Jonah let himself in without a second thought.
"Leo?" He called, shutting the door behind him. The living room was empty, so Jonah moved further in, already expecting to find the whole party in the bathroom.
The door was shut and he immediately he heard a groan, followed by the noise of sick hitting water. A retch.
"Leo? It's me, can I come in...?" he knocked on the door, sympathy nausea be damned. His stomach already churned with the idea, but he simply couldn't just let his boyfriend be all by himself, "Leo?"
"Not Leo," Lucas scoffed, opening the door while wiping his mouth, "what are you doing here?"
"Where is Leo?" Jonah glared at him, concern flying out of the window.
"Asleep, he just passed out," Lucas rolled his eyes, pointing the guest room door and Jonah turned his back on him, rushing to the room.
It eased his heart just a little bit to see Leo tucked under the blankets, one pale hand poking out, as well as greasy blonde hair. He looked frail, which wasn't like his athletic built.
"When did he call you?" Jonah asked, leaning on the doorway.
"Around the time his shift ended, I think. Almost six."
"Did he say if he was sick since morning?" the idea that Leo might've been sick since that morning and that he had completely missed it made Jonah wince.
"Nope, he didn't start puking until I got there," Lucas rubbed a hand over his face, "like I said, he's fine."
"I'll be the judge of that when he wakes up, I'm the only one here who's qualified to say this," Jonah scoffed, but he couldn't help a small smile. Then he crossed his arms to look at Luke, "so you don't get sympathy sick, uh?"
"I don't."
"Then why the fuck were you throwing up?" Jonah frowned and Lucas' ears turned red, but he shrugged.
"Just the remains of the bug, I guess."
"We caught the flu a week ago. Actually, nine days ago," Jonah raised his eyebrows, "you're not still sick."
"I'm fine," Lucas pushed past him, moving towards the kitchen and Jon followed, unable to drop the subject now that it had piqued his attention.
He watched as the other man opened the fridge and fished out a gatorade bottle, starting to drink it. Jonah squinted. Lucas' hands were shaking.
"Lucas."
"I said I am fine."
Jonah rolled his eyes, leaning against the opposite kitchen wall, "what happened?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Lucas shrugged, taking a large gulp. Jon studied him up and down. He could drop it, but something in the horrible energy around Luke was making him uneasy. It reminded him of the last year of high school.
"Lucas," Jonah tried again, "is your dad ok?"
"He's fine, nanna is fine, everyone is fine," he rolled his eyes, sounding pretty pissed off.
"Okay..." Jon stared at him, not buying it for a second, "where's Bella?"
Lucas shrugged, gesturing vaguely and Jonah's eyebrows met in a frown, before it fully dawned on him why his friend was acting like that.
"Shit, Luke-"
"It's fine," he cut him off, not in the mood to get any sympathies, "it's been weeks, it's fine."
Jonah didn't believe him. He had never seen Lucas be "fine" with anything close to his heart.
"Alright, you're fine," Jonah raised his hands in a fake defeated manner, voice dripping with sarcasm, "clearly, because fine people get sick from nerves and can't hold a glass without reenacting parkinson's. Sure."
"If I wake up Leo will you leave me the fuck alone?" Lucas' voice was sharp and cold, his normal friendliness all but gone, "I don't want to talk about it."
"Astounding work, captain," Jonah rolled his eyes, "I'm gonna go check on Leo and then I'll leave. I know the way out." He mentally kicked himself, what he actually wanted to do was not fight with Atwood. For all their bickering, they had known each other for an extremely long time, he was actually concerned over Luke's well being.
Whatever, he'd just tell Vince and let him deal with this.
Leo had turned around on the bed, kicked off the blankets, which probably meant the fever had gone down and he had started to feel just how warm he was.
Jonah sat gingerly at the edge of his bed, pushing the hair away from his boyfriend's sweaty forehead. He didn't have it in him to wake him up, even if the last thing he wanted was to leave Leo there.
Against everything in him, he leaned in and planted a kiss on his brow, then got up and left the room. Lucas was in the hallways, arms crossed and looking somehow worse than less than five minutes before.
Jonah sighed, "tell him I stopped by? And-" he cringed, "for what's worth I'm sorry about how things ended between you and Bella. I know that you-"
"I'll let Leo know you were here. Can you call in his work and let them know he won't be there tomorrow?"
"Yeah, of course."
"Alright," Lucas gestured to the door, "bye Jon."
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✨💙 Spreading some love and joy in people's ask boxes 💙✨ If you get this, it means you're awesome and I hope you're having a great day! 💗 If you like, copy and paste this message to 3 other lovely blogs to keep it going, and answer my riddles three: What is your favorite breakfast food? Would you rather be a bird or a fish? If you could move anywhere in the world, money's not an issue, where would you live?
Ohhh Hi!
God, this is so sweet and honestly helped a lot to see on a day, when I needed something positive. Thank you, Lilo, you are awesome, too, and I am so glad to be your friend! This message really meant a lot!!!
So I took a few days to answer, as not to let this be overshadowed by the not fully-great, overworked day I was actually having, or rather week. Now I took a few moments over the weekend, only worked part of the day, and am doing late shifts for 'real work' this week, so I actually had breakfast and am in perfect mood to answer these questions!
🫖 So, yeah, usually I don't eat breakfast. I think it's about habitudes and I am always to lazy to get out of bed earlier than I absolutely must, I roll out, wash up, dress and am on my way. Also I am not hungry at 6-8am, I couldn't eat then (let's not talk about how not having time for lunch break then results in not eating until dinner more often than it should recently).
So when I do make myself breakfast, it's on weekends or occasions and then that is a nice and special thing in its own. It's about the process of making it for myself almost more than the actual eating (almost).
First of all, tea. Back tea, preferably darjeeling. Ok, who am I trying to fool, if it's not my special darjeeling blend I will crinkle my nose in distaste (but then proceed to drink and enjoy it nevertheless). But I am a slow drinker, it takes a long time to drink my tea, and also I like having it in a big mug, 0,5L mug (with flowers on it, but my fav broke during moving :( ).
I love pancake-sunday! It doesn't have to be on a Sunday, it can also be pancake-saturday ;). I will stand there in the kitchen, either in my pajamas or freshly showered in a pretty dress (we are assuming it's summer because this is an ideal scenario, right), flour in my hand, pouring it into a bowl - I never use recipes, too much of a hassle, and I do know how to cook/bake - add sugar, vanilla pudding powder, margarine and oat milk/water, mix it, heat it, flip it. I need to re-practice the flipping part! Since I didn't have a real kitchen for a few months I didn't make any for at least half a year (and let's be honest before the move I didn't exactly have the time to cook anything for quite a while) I am out of practice. The best is if I have people to share the pancakes with, or at least leave some for them. With raspberries on top, of course!
But most of the time, I am more of a savory type of person? Not sure, but after having had pancakes this Saturday (as I said, I tried to take a few moments this weekend), I had to have bread with aubergines and apple and cookies yesterday and today. A few years ago I also ate a lot of oatmeal with apples and raspberries but I am a phase-kind of person and it's passed.
🐦/🐟: Well, I don't think it's surprising when I tell you, that I once, when asked what animal I would be in an application process, I said fish. I said I like to immerse myself in things and give 100% - I was young and naïve, okay? Now, I say, I want the calm embrace of the ocean. Also orca are not fish but closer to fish than to birds and have you seen their hippocampi? Their brains look so funny because of it, almost like a cube, it's just a big chunk added to something that looks like ours in the place where the hippocampus lays. It's because of their incredible sense of group and empathy. I would like to experience living with others connected like that. And to the surprise of no one: I like to talk. I talk a lot. I like languages. And orcas have that, too, so that's cool (this is not at all inspired by having worn my new orca themed yesterday, why do you ask?).
But still, this answer is not completely one sided. Being a bird, sometimes, I long for that lightness, that gliding, that clichéd freedom we associate with flying - that's when I get my skates on (ok, I do/did that everyday, but honestly that gliding on wheels is very freeing too. I never dare dance and move my body around as much as I do on my skates. But I'll have to see with all the moving going on at the moment where and how often I find skating spaces. I miss my old route, I was long, and wide, and with lots of flowers blooming everywhere).
I remember that I already told you that application-fish story, and also the follow up, but it's funny enough to mention again: what part of a bike would you be? At the time I said the handle bar (as in for steering), and at the time I think that was fitting, but since then I have been pushed beyond limits again and again and new boundaries that got pushed past and now I would be content to be the carrier, I think. Everyone likes having one, but if you are broken, it doesn't matter, the thing rolls without just fine. Maybe one day I will be the light, the pedals or the brakes again. God, I went off topic again, didn't I? Ok, next!
🏡 Where would I like to live? I would love to move back to Brittany. I felt very alive and at home there, even when I struggled with friendships and myself, just being there soothed me a lot. I loved the city I lived in, but also all the other places, the ones I know from vacation and the ones I just visited for a day, but work wise, the one I lived in would be the only place I'd want to be in. But while I am there, yeah, the problem with moving there would not be money, it would be the work system. Transferring was possible at some point but for the next few years will be almost impossible (if I am not willing to jump through one very big hoop, which I am not), and also, I just will not. I am sorry, our system here is already broken and horrible, but the one there is even worse.
I am moving to the place, I said I wanted to move to quite some time, in a few months, so we will see about that. I am not so sure anymore if it's a good fit for me, might be too big. I like middle sized cites, but after small town life for a few years I was ready for change and made these plans. I actually really like the place I live in at the moment, just city-wise. But the thing is...
What I really want from a place, have always wanted and needed, but with all my recent moves (4 in the past 6-7 months, wait has I already been half a year??? what is time even??), is a home. I loved my room in my shared apartment in that small town because it was my safe harbor, it was my home.
So there is that, and mostly because of this nomad life recently: I want to be in a place, where I have a past, a life (so that's not gonna happen until I create one because I am not moving back anywhere for sure), where I have people, friends. Not just nice acquaintances, who could become friends, if we invest time, that we all don't have, before moving on. People, I know, People, who know me. That I can easily spent time with. I long for the ease to just go over to my friends, or that other friend's place, without that damn distance that is always there, I just want to be there for the birthdays and the breakups, the new pets, glasses and dinners, and whatever happens. Zoom is great. It is, but it's not the same thing, and even finding time for phone calls is hard with most of my friends, everyone living their lives, going on and before you know it, months have past and you haven't talked but you still miss each other, but you just don't have the energy, the time, the money to go over there, and why did they have to move away in the first place? Why did you have to move away? And you know why, you are happy not be there anymore, you are happy for them to not be there anymore because it's better for them, and that is how life goes, but you miss the ease and the picnics and talks without 'lifeupdates' and ... - That I want that from wherever I move. Sorry for getting off topic again. As always.
Thank you so much again for the uplifting message and the positive questions, and letting me talk without . & , (not that I gave anyone a choice here, I mean you could stop reading, so anyone who reads this thanks for reading my blabbering!). Thank you and have a great day, too!
#This got so long I changed locations in between. greetings from the library for before my shift starts but now I wrote this so there is not#much time left I better get offline#and online to pubmed#ask meme#I also want to send this to people#I will have to later after work! something to look forward to!
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Fallen Muriel AU(renewed version):Part one
Authors Notes: After getting better at writing by writing a book I’m working on, I’ve decided to renew this AU. I’ll be trying to get an account on Ao3, but for now, it’ll be on Tumblr for all of you to see first.
(Old) Fallen Muriel AU here!
Crowley sat in his car, with his plants in the back. He tried to keep himself sober enough so he could miracle enough water on them by setting an alarm twice a day. They kept him company-or at least tried to-, having no resentment towards their god for tormenting them all these years. The plants reminded him way too much of humans-the ones that followed her endlessly no matter how much she hurt them. After the flood, they still loved her. After allowing the guard of her garden’s eastern gate to be-almost-executed, he still loved her. Crowley wondered just how much the other humans-the satanists and atheists of earth-angered her. But then he thought if they truly did anger, wouldn’t she have done something? People sin all the time without confessing to a priest, Crowley should know. He’d see someone drunk on the streets, barely able to walk,some married man cheating on his wife with a prostitute or a woman betting all of her money at a casino, and see those same three in parks or in cars. If she truly was made at the humans for sinning or not believing in her, the Almighty would’ve done something about it. But yet again she gave humans no warning that she would wipe each and every single one of them out and make them pay even if they were innocent children.
“What exactly are you planning,hmm?” Crowley stared at the empty night sky, as if God was right there. He wished he was drunker. “Not just with the humans, but with everything. Your plan was to make angels and demons fight, yeah? Wipe everything and everyone from earth and have the battle here, but that was almost five years ago,and you’ve made no attempt to do that again.” He straightened himself and chuckled. “What? Me and him really scare you that bad? You’re god!Your little principality and the serpent of Eden-your ex-star maker-have a little rebellious moment against you, and you do nothing?! ‘All mighty’ yet you haven’t been in a conversation with any of your angels in several millennia!” There was no one around Muriel’s Book-Shop besides him and the Bentley to hear him yelling.“…..Ya’ know, a conversation would’ve been nice. Better than being told to take a hike by your speaker, The Metatron. That’s sort of childish, isn’t it? Having someone speak for you. Your really childish, ya’ know that?” He held the ‘e’ in really for a minute.
Now that he was hearing himself talk perfectly, he figured he was just tipsy and not actually drunk. He didn’t remember the last time he drank any type of wine. That was what he drank with Aziraphale. He tried to convince himself he was truly over Aziraphale, considering it’d been months. The last time he saw him, the air was much warmer than it was now, so Crowley had stayed in his car for most of the time from December to February. Maybe once it got warmer he’d visit Muriel again. It was like walking through a snow storm just to get to the door, and he’d have to wait for their approval for him to cross the barrier.
His alarm went off on his phone and he flipped it up from the seat across from him. As he went to press the stop button and schedule another alarm, he saw the time.3:59.
He tried to leave the plants with Muriel some time in August and sleep for a few millennia, but found that he had some form of insomnia that he thought only humans could get. It didn’t make him feel tired during the day, but sleep was like floating in space again, feeling numb and weightless. Sleep made him think about nothing. Not Aziraphale or the fact the almighty was a childish prick. Without any sleep he felt to many things and when he was drunk his head hurt afterwards. So he constantly felt to many things and it overwhelmed him. He wanted to cry but he begged his eyes to not do that. Anything but that. His eyes began to betray him, so he tilted his head down to the floor so they wouldn’t hit his face. Forgetting to open his legs so they’d fall directly to the floor, his holy water tears stung his thighs, going through his black jeans.The holy water wasn’t as strong, being a demons tears, so they didn’t sizzle his skin off, but instead burned. It’s like drizzling hot water on your skin. He didn’t care. He let the tears fall , just so he could have the chance of not feeling anything.
Once he finally stopped crying he opened his eyes and stared at his legs. There were several little pink circular scars, some small, some big, some creating lines down his legs as the holy water dripped off. His pants were torn up like some poked holes through them. He sighed, putting his head on the wheel. He needed to sleep for more than a millennia. The world,his world, was too much for him to handle at this moment. He’d have drank the rest of the holy water already if Muriel hadn’t taken in it. Probably for some sort of investigation they were doing. Snapping his fingers, the holes closed, and the holes in his pants were sewn back to normal, but the small little scars remained.
Sighing again, Crowley began to put the Bentley into drive, but it wouldn’t start.
“Oh come on, I’m barely drunk!”
The car didn’t comply with his wishes and just stayed put. Crowley was about to yell again until a disposable demon spawned out side of the Bentley, just waiting for the car door to be opened. The serpent, getting tired-and fairly disturbed- by a random demon staring idly and blankly into his window, grabbed his glasses and stepped out.
“What?”
“There’s a random fallen angel asking for you. It won’t tell us its name, or anything. Could be a spy from heaven won’t stop asking for-“
“Name doesn’t really matter now that they’re fallen, does it?” Crowley his back leaned on the Bentley for support against the fatigue and alcohol.
“…well….no, I suppose not. Think you know it?” The disposable demon teleported them both to hell. Crowley followed, swaying his non-existent hips as he walked down the dirty, crowded corridor. Hell was dingy as….well, hell. The screams of the damned could be heard,as well as the barks of hell hounds,waiting to be let out into the world. Demons and sinners alike crowded a single door, some even trying to pick the lock, but failing helplessly. Others tried scratching at the door with their claws. A demon working in the damnation department had to step in and take a pair of sinners with gunshot wounds back to their rightful area. The crowd caught his attention-or rather the familiar red hair of a demon caught his attention- and he began moving through the crowd towards the long haired ginger demon.
He grabbed Crowley’s shoulder.“You and that little angel pet of yours made a complete fool of me in 1941!”
The serpent didn’t look back at whoever had mentioned Aziraphale. “1941….oh! You’re…..”
The demon only got more furious. “Furfur!We’ve worked together for several millennia! We even worked on the same stars once!” The random, somewhat familiar, demon followed as Eric and Crowley pushed through the crowd, several demons swearing and clawing at them, so much so that the two had to fight not to be scratched or hit.
The mention of stars twisted the knife in Crowley’s everlasting wound. “Which-Oh,go take a swan dive off into boiling sulphur again!-which ones, exactly?”
The unknown demon gasped. “We worked on two whole constellations! How can you not-“ His voice instantly faded when a sinner in a cassock caught a hold of him and began to attempt some sort of ransom,demanding to be sent to heaven, calling himself a man of the lord.
“Eric-that’s it right?You’re name,I mean.”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
“Okay,good-very important thing to remember- do you know him? His voice is ringing some bells but not loud enough.”
Eric instantly caught to what he meant, admittedly and impressively quicker than any other demon or supernatural entity for that matter. “I don’t actually know..I think I remember Dagon talking about him once. Hey! We need to get through, move it!” The demon he yelled at, grabbed him quickly and shoved him into a hell hounds cell. Crowley winced as he screamed, and the demon just snarled at the staring serpent.
Morphing into a snake, Crowley slithered through the crowd of humanoid shaped things,narrowly avoiding some attempts to stomp him and into the room through a bullet hole at the bottom. The room was surprisingly bright and empty, yet so full of rusted filing cabinets that Crowley didn’t recognize. Morphing into a humanoid form, he looked around the room, hearing buzzing from the overhead lights. Dust particles flew around as Crowley slowly walked through the room. The silence was deafeningly loud, so much so Crowley began to actually breathe so he could hear something other than thoughts, smelling mold and moss and other organisms,but the only sounds were produced by him and the lights.
It didn’t take long for him to find a door and the slight smell of boiling sulphur burned his nose. The smell was too familiar to make him draw back, but it wasn’t pleasant and he stopped breathing. He opened the door and saw…more filing cabinets…
“Oh,come on! I don’t have time for this!” He quickly began to turn back, and had his hand on the handle before he heard a familiar voice.
“Mr. Crowley? Is that you?”
He didn’t want to turn around. He wanted to just go with his thoughts that told him he was hearing things and move on with his life, but he couldn’t;he cared too much to just leave. He cared more than he’d like to admit, so he turned slowly.
“Oh good…” Muriel stood there, with their usual clothes stained black, as well as their wings,he assumed…but he couldn’t see them. He brushed it off, thinking they had them hidden. He remembered being ashamed of his wings and his eyes at first too. “….Wait…where’s Mr- i mean the Supreme Archangel?….Mr Crowley…?”
Crowley couldn’t move, all he could do was stand there, staring widely. On their left shoulder were bandages that wrapped on their arm and across their chest. Their eyes,filled with confusion, shock and hope, striped of almost all innocence, made the knife in his chest go deeper. He felt dizzy, like he was the one who just fell, and stumbled into a filing cabinet.
“Mr Crowley! Are you okay-“
He put a hand up,signaling them to stop, and got up even if he barely had the ability to stand up right. His sunglasses were now in his hand,and he just stared at Muriel-or whatever new name they’d want to pick for themselves-with watery, serpentine eyes.
Muriel’s eyes,that resembled those of a pigeon, went wide. “Your….” They looked to the ground,thinking. “Eyes! Yes, that’s right! Your eyes are leaking! Is that a demon thing? I never saw that happen much in Heaven, so it must be a demon thing.”
Muriel continued talking, and Crowley let them. They seemed happy, like they never fell. Did they fall? Where are their wings? Are they hiding them because they hurt, or did something happen to them? His mind raced with questions that he could ask later. He was going to ask them later, when this euphoric rush they felt was over. When they could focus on what happened and any questions he had. But for now, he let them talk and talk and talk as demons continued clawing and screaming at the door, then it connected that a demon had scratched them and they were the explanation for the bandages. Crowley would deal with them later, so for now a simple miracle to help drown out the sound would suffice.
“Oh. That’s much better now. You can hear me. We’re in hell, right? Is that why they were screaming? They shouted some….things….but not all demons are bad. I’m not bad…I don’t think…you’re not bad, because you’re friends with Supreme Archangel Aziraphale. I saw you two put your faces together through the window, is that a human thing?”
Crowley didn’t know how to respond. He blinked, tried to talk and failed, finally resorting to a simple nod. His answer was the truth, it was a human thing, but in that instance, in the time Muriel was referencing, it didn’t feel like one. People kiss for love. Crowley’s kiss was for …..also love, but it didn’t feel like it. He felt angry about it. How could Aziraphale not see that it was love, when it most clearly was?
….
The stress Heaven gave its new archangel was making him frantic. They’d been planning to bestow a child to a virgin, and Aziraphale had to go down and tell her. Aziraphale didn’t know how to handle any of that, he wasn’t used to that. He wasn’t made for that! The original Archangels were made to handle such responsibilities, not principalities that managed to get to the top! What was he to say exactly? Oh, sorry to bother you in the middle of the night miss, please don’t call the authorities. I’m here to tell you that you’re pregnant with the lords child, isn’t that such good news! There truly was no way to casually say something like that. It wasn’t like the old times. Women today had a choice, and what if she doesn’t want to have a child? What then? Aziraphale wasn’t going to force her to have a child. He knew how painful and risky and traumatic it could be for the mother and the child. There were too many things to think about, all of which was pinned on him.
“But,people today aren’t like Mary and Joseph were.”
“There has to be someone who wants to parent the Second Coming,Aziraphale. Why would you not want to?!” Micheal responded.
“But there’s so many risks and dangers! The mother and the child could die, or have complications!”
“Then we’ll make sure that doesn’t happen!….Just go down there and tell her! It’s not that hard Aziraphale.”
Uriel and Micheal both treated him like he was still just the principality guarding the eastern gate of Eden. Aziraphale wanted to protest, but thought it’d be good to go a day in advance so she could get a full nights rest before the news-
“It’s not going like last time.” The Metatron was suddenly beside Aziraphale’s desk.
“….what?” Micheal said.
“It’s not going like last time. We actually have the Second Coming here with us, and we’re going to send it to earth as an adult human.”
“What, why?” Aziraphale looked at the Metatron.
“The humans were too reckless with the last one, so it’d be best to keep it here for the time being.”
Aziraphale, Micheal and Uriel sat there puzzled. Yes, the humans were reckless with Jesus, crucifying him, but that didn’t mean anything. Him dying was beneficial to the humans, wasn’t it? So why not do it again?
“And….the almighty said to do it this way?” Uriel asked, confused.
“Yes.”
Aziraphale put his hands together and put them to his mouth, his elbows on his desk. There was a weight off of his shoulders, but why would they do it differently?
“-and we’ll teach it how to properly judge humanity by looking at what they’ve done. And ,Aziraphale?”
He snapped out of thought quickly. “Yes?”
“If you could educate the child on what’s defined as worthy of heaven or hell, that’d be better for us all.” Micheal couldn’t help but scoff at the Metatron.
Aziraphale sighed and got up. “I’ll do it. One moment, I’ll be right back.”
He needed to get away from everything. It was too much and began to give him a headache. He approached the giant globe and hesitated for a second. “You’re Supreme Archangel, act like it.” Micheal had told him a few days ago. She was right. He did need to act like it.
He touched the area on the globe that was the right spot. It must be late at night there by now, so no one would care if he randomly teleported there, right?
Before Uriel could stop him and say something, Aziraphale quickly teleported to Earth, directly outside of his bookshop.
#fanfic#good omens#ineffable divorce#angst#aziraphale#crowley#renewal#AU#alternate universe#FallenMuriel
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I finally got to the end of Better Call Saul a couple of weeks ago, dragging it out so that I only watched one episode a day and inserted a one-episode-a-day rewatching the entirety of Breaking Bad in-between the 9th and 10th episodes of the last season of BCS. So I've arrived a little late to this party, but here are a few scattered thoughts.
[Major spoilers for the ending of the series under the cut.]
For the most part, people around me were pretty good about not spoiling much about the ending even though I didn't announce to anyone that I was drawing out my watching until months after the final episode actually came out (it helps that, while a very popular show, BCS isn't quite at the level of Game of Thrones about which everyone had to post some kind of vague reaction on Facebook after each episode.) I did see someone on Tumblr write "poor Jimmy" and saw a few YouTube videos pop up which were discussions of the BCS ending and which showed the main character standing behind bars, so I had an idea that things weren't going to go well for Jimmy/Saul/Gene, that he was about to get his comeuppance and almost certainly wind up in prison. This hadn't fully occurred to me as an ending for Jimmy but at the same time somehow didn't actually feel like a major spoiler or a huge shock. The Breaking Bad finale was widely praised (and occasionally criticized) for leaving each character exactly in the place it felt like they were meant to be, and I knew that if BCS reprised this trend, well, prison (as opposed to death, or further sunk into a life of crime) is pretty obviously exactly where Jimmy/Saul belongs.
There's something that felt a little underwhelming for me about the last four episodes of BCS, taking place in the post- Breaking Bad black-and-white timeline, a sort of new simplicity to the story and a restriction in the creative possibilities for how everything would be wrapped up. This is understandable given that Howard is now gone, and between S6E9 and S6E10 of BCS, most of the interesting characters (including Mike, Gus, and the remaining Salamancas) meet their fates, and we're left really with only Kim as a character in Gene's life (or actually, no longer in it until he eventually manages to draw her back). I'm not sure what more the writers could have done; I certainly don't have any better idea. But something about the final part of the story pales in comparison to the intricate and meticulously-crafted ending for Walter White and the complex array of characters around him.
The ending of Jimmy's character arc can be summarized as follows: anti-hero gets in major trouble one final time; anti-hero displays the amazing powers that made him so enjoyable to watch, enabling him to come out victorious (i.e. Saul uses his arguing power to get his sentence down to 7.5 years); anti-hero redeems himself by surrendering anyway. This is satisfying in terms of watching Jimmy wind up where we want him to end up, but less so in terms of keeping us at the edge of our seats watching a less trodden-on path unfold for our anti-hero. I'll just say that it feels like this type of path has been done quite a bit before, although the only example that comes to mind right now is Luke Skywalker, hardly even an anti-hero, showing us that he's attained enough skill with the Force to defeat Darth Vader in battle but then giving himself up to the mercy of Vader and the Emperor -- we get to have our cake and eat it too, by seeing Luke demonstrate being a total badass but then morally rising above it so that the good in him ultimately triumphs.
In the case of Jimmy, I found it slightly predictable (I knew something was up as soon as he declared that he had something much juicier to testify to about Howard Hamlin's death, and I guessed that maybe somehow he was setting things up to flip things around by redeeming himself), and I wish there had been some kind of bigger, cleverer, more elaborate set-up where we might have a concrete idea of Jimmy being up to something even more evil to get himself out of even the reduced sentence, only to find that we the audience were tricked. It also came across, in some aspects of the dialog, that Jimmy was confessing mainly just to impress Kim, or to get her back in his life and on his side, which doesn't feel quite like true redemption (although shouldn't having good people in our life and on our side be something each of us value highly as part of a virtuous life? One can still argue that).
My biggest criticism of the last season has to do with Jimmy's final transformation into Saul just before the old timeline breaks and the Breaking Bad timeline begins: in Episode 9, I just really didn't like how abruptly we switched from Jimmy/Saul pleading with Kim not to break up with him to full-on-Saul in full Saul mode. It felt like one moment he's protesting that Kim shouldn't break up with him and then next moment he's paying a hooker. I wanted to watch that final stage of the transformation happen -- Kim was the main thing tying Jimmy to humanity, the face of the best side of Jimmy's character, and it was more or less literally stated (in the Season 5 desert sequence) that she was the only thing he lived for. So we should have gotten to see how utterly broken Jimmy must have been with her gone and exactly how this led him slipping down a path to becoming completely heartless and soulless later on. Instead we cut straight from very-corrupted-but-still-basically-human-and-a-protagonist Jimmy to completely-empty-and-unlikable Saul with literally nothing given to us in between, leaving me to have to speculate on what Jimmy went through in the wake of the break-up and to infer what made him go from man to zombie.
This bothered me a lot after watching Episode 9 and, months later when I went back and watched the final four episodes, I was glad to see that this was very briefly addressed by Jimmy's confession in the final episode: "I'm the one who ran away", although I needed to see that scene a second time to understand in this line he was referring to his choice to sink blindly into his Saul persona at the end of Episode 9. Vince Gilligan also explained it very well at this point in this linked interview. But I think we should have gotten to see it for ourselves, to acutely feel his pain and emptiness. It's arguably the single most important, pivotal point in his transformation, even more significant than losing his brother, and I still hate that it was completely skipped over.
Another minor point: when a fictional character has a change of heart, I'm used to being able to directly see the moment when this change occurs; maybe I missed something and just need to re-watch, but in the finale of BCS I'm just not clear on when this happens (is it when Jimmy/Saul is on the plane, between the two conversations with his lawyer about Kim and Howard?).
But, while I can criticize as much as I like, it was still a great ending to a great show. I don't think I'll ever quite fall into the "Breaking Bad was the best TV show ever made, but Better Call Saul turned out to be even better!" camp, but BCS sure did manage to hold its own.
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Membrane's Murder Attempt
(This takes place in an alternate version of Universe 15, called 15.1 or the L timeline. It features alts of Professor Membrane and @aik-membrane as well as mentions of @ambassador-d1b's alt.)
It had taken what felt like forever of planning but Membrane had done it. Finally. The perfect way to get rid of Aik.
Membrane could easily lure Aik. Just fake working on a new clone, it would be easy. Actually he wouldn't even have to fake a clone, Aik stayed almost glued to Membrane anyway.
In fact, any minute now Aik would reveal himself being in the ceiling. The little bastard… annoying and with way too quick reflexes. When Aik threw that pipe at Membrane, that could've killed him! At least Membrane woke up with just a headache and a bag of frozen food thrown into his face.
Membrane growled slightly to himself, remembering Aik's cocky grin.
"Someone's in a good mood today," a familiar voice drifted from the ceiling.
Membrane huffed. "What do you want now, Aik?"
"The usual," Aik said idly. "Just want to make sure you don't take any steps back."
"Steps back?" Membrane narrowed his eyes at the figure in the rafters.
"What? You don't think I've noticed you're making progress? Of course I'm paranoid you're going to undo it all," Aik huffed.
"Must you keep bothering me?? I'm still picking sunflower shells out of my hair!" Membrane barked.
"It could've been firecrackers," Aik said.
Membrane groaned loudly. That was it, time to kill him. He started typing on the computer. He had already taken an antidote to protect himself.
A vent in the room opened and a very light mist began to fill the room. Unnoticeable, but highly deadly. Just the right kind of poison to trigger a dream state… Of course there would be a truth serum effect at first, which probably meant dealing with Aik hurling insults in his final moments. It would be worth it though.
Aik chuckled to himself. "It's silly really."
Membrane checked the levels of toxins. Yep, the truth serum effect would be happening now. Just a few more minutes before dream state kicked in and then no more Aik.
"If someone had told me a month ago that there was hope for you, I wouldn't have believed it. But… you are trying lately." Aik's speech was ever so slightly slurred.
Membrane glanced back at Aik. This was unexpected. No insults? "What do you mean?"
"You think I haven't noticed that you haven't touched Project Eternal since Zim got shot?" Aik said. He had a small smile. "Hell, you even told D1b you cared about him. You've never done that before. It's… progress. Wouldn't want you to lose that…"
Membrane checked the levels again. The hell, why was Aik saying all this stuff… "Aik, you hate me, right?"
"With every fiber in my body." Aik's was sounding more slurred. "You're an idiotic fool who played with things you shouldn't have."
Membrane nodded. Ah good, that's more like it. Insults.
"But at least you can acknowledge you messed up." Aik's voice was softening. "And you mean so much to D1b… Even if you don't deserve his care. He still needs a Dad…"
Membrane stared at Aik. "What the hell?"
Aik shrugged. His shoulders were slumping and he was going off balance. His eyes were graying. "I suppose I should've known that if D1b cared about you there was something in you to be redeemed… He's a good kid, he sees the best in everyone…"
Membrane tried to reply but nothing came.
"I'm proud of him… He's much better than either of us…" Aik still had a soft smile. "You know what? I'd die for him if it would keep him safe…" He went fully limp and fell from the rafters, directly into a computer set. It sort of broke his fall, but it was still a rough landing.
"Oh shit!" Membrane turned off the toxic gas and opened a window to air out the room. He turned back to look at Aik's body, laying still in the mess of computer parts. There was some blood gathering as well, though it was hard to tell where.
Membrane slowly approached Aik's body. He didn't touch anything, but he glanced at Aik's eye color. Yep, gray. What a relief. The toxins worked, Aik would expire in a few more minutes.
Membrane turned away from the body. That was… unexpected. Aik didn't just hurl insults at him. In fact he even seemed… caring? Or happy… Membrane shook his head. No, a trick. Or something. Aik was a monster.
Membrane glanced back at Aik. He didn't… look like a monster currently. Holy shit, it was like looking into a mirror. He almost looked peaceful, despite there being blood and the grayed out eyes. Aik's breathing was quieting slowly.
He said he'd die for D1b… D1b, oh no, what would D1b think? Membrane hadn't thought about how D1b would react to finding out Aik was dead.
Stupid piece of shit clone, why did he have to get all sentimental from the truth serum effect rather then get all bitter and harsh! Would've made things so much easier.
Membrane growled to himself and checked Aik's pulse. Fading. Damn it. Ugh, why couldn't he just leave him there…
Membrane muttered angrily to himself as he grabbed the toxin antidote from a drawer and filled a syringe. He continued muttering as he walked back over and injected the contacts into Aik's neck. "Stupid clone, stupid assassin, stupid Project, stupid words. Stupid seeds!" Membrane plucked another sunflower seed out of his hair and tossed it aside.
Aik's breathing hitched at the injection of the antidote, it shifted as his body actually realised he was dying and began to try to fight back. Of course the dream state would still be a problem, Aik didn't have brain implants to get him out of it.
The other option was a little painful, but… it was preferable than letting Aik d— er… having to tell D1b eventually that Aik died. Or getting caught by the police or something.
Membrane rummaged around the lab looking for the old piece of equipment. He never threw anything out, couldn't risk anyone finding his methods. Before too much time had passed, he had located a small device with three wires attached to it. He quickly made his way back over to Aik's body and connected the three wires to specific points on Aik's head. Aik's breathing was quieting again, he was almost out of time.
Membrane pressed the button on the device, sending a controlled shock into Aik's head to wake him up.
It worked, with a shiver and a pained gasp, Aik jumped awake, sitting up and instantly regretting said reaction. "What the hell!"
"Ugh, finally." Membrane pulled the wires free and tossed the device aside.
"What did you do!" Aik was definitely confused, and also very pissed.
"Saved your life, you're welcome." Membrane noticed several cuts on Aik's chest and arm from the fall into the equipment. "Great, now I have get you out of here."
"What are you talking about??" Aik spat. He tried to stand, but he seemed dizzy and nearly collapsed right back into the computer.
"Oh my g— just hold still, damn!" Membrane barked. "I swear you don't know anything!" He marched over and grabbed a first aid kit then promptly threw it at Aik.
Aim caught the kit easily with his robotic hand. "What are you doing?"
"What, do you want to bleed out?" Membrane crossed his arms.
"Don't you want me to?" Aik raised an eyebrow. "Whatever happened to killing me?"
Membrane growled. "I still want you dead. But D1b wouldn't. Plus I guess I owe you for getting that stupid ice pack when the pipe knocked me out."
Aik stared at Membrane, his expression unreadable.
"What are you waiting for?? You're getting blood everywhere!" Membrane hissed.
Aik rolled his eyes and took off his coat to start cleaning the cuts and applying bandages.
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Something New
It was 7:15 PM and Eleanor Bishop was due to leave work for her first date since she and Jake divorced. Actually, she should have left fifteen minutes ago, but Gibbs waits for no woman when it comes to finishing the end of case paperwork.
Ellie was just glad that she’d had the forethought to bring her date night clothes - a black dress, with sleeves, and a low neckline, paired with gold two inch heels - with her. It meant that as soon as she cleared her desk, and grabbed her bag, she would be set to leave.
“Going somewhere so soon, Bishop?” Tony DiNozzo asked as he and Tim McGee walked around the corner of the stairs in the bullpen.
“Actually, yes, I have a date to get to,” Ellie replied.
Taking in her elegant black dress, and lightly curled hair, Tony smiled and said, “Mind if I walk out with you?”
Ellie nodded yes, and after two quick good-byes to McGee they walked to the elevator together.
“The dress looks good. First date since Jake, right? Or have you been holding out on me?” Tony asked, once the elevator doors had closed. Ellie chuckled, she expected nothing less from Tony.
The two had struck up an interesting friendship since she had started at NCIS. Tony was always there to answer her questions, even when his answers came in the form of obscure movie references. He’d also noticed her proclivity towards food, and while he teased her, he’d started keeping a secret stash of her favorite snacks in his bottom left desk drawer for her after a particularly rough case that had the two of them working late nights in the office together for a few days.
“No, Tony, I’m not holding out, it is the first one since everything was finalized,” she replied slowly. Tony’s expression softened, as he turned more fully towards her before speaking again.
“You look absolutely lovely, and I hope you have a great time with whoever has caught your interest.”
“Tony, thank you, that means a lot.” Ellie said with a shy smile.
The pair exited the elevator and began walking towards their cars, which they had parked next to one another that morning. Just as Ellie was approaching her car door, she received a text notification. Praying it wasn’t McGee or Abby needing something work related, she checked it quickly. It was her date. Canceling. With an audible sigh, Ellie opened her back car door and threw her bag into it. After typing out a reply that she hoped conveyed her annoyance but not too much, she looked up and realized that Tony was still there. He had opened his own car door and crossed his arms along the top of it as he watched her.
“Trouble in paradise already?” Tony asked, with only the slightest hint of humor.
“He canceled. And sure, I wasn’t super excited about him, but we were supposed to go to Ted’s Bulletin! And I was really looking forward to a nice glass of wine, pasta, and one of their homemade poptarts for dessert.” Ellie complained, once again with an audible sigh.
Tony looked around the parking lot slowly, not quite looking for other people, but rather looking anywhere other than Ellie. He ran a hand through his hair, removed his arms from his car door, and turned to face Ellie fully, looking over at her above their cars.
“It would be a shame for you to miss out on good food, and you deserve to be seen in that dress outside of your workplace, so, would you allow me to accompany you to dinner?” He asked, almost nervously.
Raising an eyebrow at him, Ellie asked, “Are you asking me on a date, Tony?”
“I think I want to, yes,” he replied. Ellie stared at him for a second, thinking over their relationship. There was Rule 12. And Tony was a bit older than what she thought she wanted when she signed up for dating apps, but he was still a very attractive man. Ellie was surprised by his offer, but as she continued to look at him, he held her gaze, and didn’t flinch, and didn’t look away. In the last several months of their marriage, and through the divorce proceedings, Jake could barely stand to look at her, much less straight in the eyes, and it bothered Ellie. But this? An attractive man looking at her, shamelessly but not in a sexual way. Well, it made Tony intriguing.
The pros outweigh the cons here, she thought to herself.
“Well, I think I want to say yes,” Ellie replied, slightly unsure of herself even still. Tony’s smile brightened and he moved to walk her away from her own car to the passenger side of his, where he opened the door for her as she got inside. In seconds, Tony was sliding into the driver’s seat and they were on their way to dinner.
Once seated at the restaurant, and after ordering their drinks, Ellie took a deep breath and spoke, “Tony, I’m absolutely flattered you brought me here, I really was looking forward to it, but I don’t need your pity.”
“Pity? That’s what you think this is? Bish-,” he started to say, then paused before continuing, “Eleanor, I asked because you deserve tonight, at the very least. You deserve a night where you get dressed up and look like an absolute vision, where you enjoy great food, where a man treats you like the amazing woman you are. And I was thrilled that it was happening for you, but also mildly jealous that it wasn’t with me.” Tony spoke with a shrug and a grin that Ellie knew hid his insecurities.
“You’ve never said anything like this before, never alluded to it,” Ellie said, skeptical.
“Ellie, you were married. And then you weren’t. I wasn’t going to be the guy who swooped in like a buzzard after the divorce. That might have been who I was once upon a time, but not now. I saw how hurt you were, how confused. And I was confused too. Hell, I thought I was still holding on to Ziva…but maybe, there’s room for you, too.” Tony spoke with honesty, his body language open and vulnerable.
Ellie was shocked. She was on a date with Tony DiNozzo. She might actually be attracted to him. And he had just brought up Ziva, the woman whose shadow she worked and lived in, with no prompting. Ellie glanced away, took a sip of her white wine, and slowly put the glass back on the table, before looking back up at Tony.
“I was ready to go on a date with a total stranger earlier, mostly because I just wanted dinner. I’ve never allowed myself to think about you as anything other than my coworker. I was married. I had heard the whispers about you and Ziva.” Ellie said in a measured tone. Tony nodded, and folded his hands together.
“I get it, Ellie. This can just be dinner between two friends from here. I’m not asking for anything that you aren’t willing to give me. Like I said before, you deserve a night like tonight, and I wanted to be the one to facilitate it.” Tony responded in the same measured tone, and Ellie believed him. At the root, Tony was being a good friend. He was taking care of a member of his team. And Ellie could handle that, really.
“Thank you, Tony. I think we should order and just enjoy the evening,” Ellie spoke with much more confidence than she felt.
Dinner flowed well after that exchange. The two agents talked about their favorite foods, whether or not Die Hard could classify as a Christmas movie, Oklahoma and Ohio sports, as well as how different Ellie’s childhood with all her brothers was from Tony’s. If Ellie were to consider it a first date, and rank it alongside all her other first dates, she would have to admit that it would be pretty high on the list.
Tony was charming, and likable. He knew how to actually hold a conversation. He treated the wait staff kindly. He was an active listener. They shared stories seamlessly throughout the night, and Ellie was surprised that she had so much to learn about a man that she sat across from on a daily basis.
Before either of them knew it, the time reached 11:30 PM, and their waiter came to announce that the restaurant would be closing soon. Shocked, Ellie and Tony gathered their belongings, and made to leave. As she was pulling on her jacket, Ellie noticed Tony open his wallet, and place a decently sized tip on the table, tucking it gently under the edge of a plate. She smiled to herself, but didn’t comment.
Once again in Tony’s car things got slightly awkward for Ellie. She wanted Tony to take her home, she wanted to be dropped off at her house, walked to her door, and maybe left with a kiss good-bye, instead of being taken back to her car at NCIS. She didn’t dare say anything though, and so Tony drove her back to NCIS. As they both got out of Tony’s car, he spoke.
“I definitely had a great time with you tonight, Ellie. I sincerely hope the evening lived up to your expectations, even if I wasn’t the man you originally planned it with.”
“Thank you so much, Tony. I really think I needed the evening out, and the company was pretty decent too,” Ellie replied with a slight smirk. So maybe she wanted to flirt a little, sue her. Tony started it, anyway. Leaning back against her driver’s side car door and staring at the man in front of her, dressed in his usual dark suit, Ellie felt alert and interested, as well as relaxed and soft all at once. Do all of his suits fit him like this one does?, she thought to herself.
Tony shook his head with a short laugh as he looked down at her, and ran his hand through his hair again.
“You probably shouldn’t look at me like that at work, Bishop,”.
“Does the parking lot really count, DiNozzo?” Ellie replied quickly, unwilling to lose her ground in this game.
“Oh, I think the parking lot counts when the boss’ truck is still parked in it,” Tony said smugly, tilting his chin in the forward direction. Stunned, Ellie straightened up and turned quickly around, her eyes locating Gibbs’ truck parked close by. Sufficiently shaken out of her post-dinner daze, Ellie was fully prepared to turn back to face Tony and say good-night. However, Tony had taken her distraction as an opportunity and moved into her personal space.
When Ellie turned, Tony was right there. His left hand came up to rest on her car behind them, and his right lifted to slowly brush her hair back behind her ear. He then used his right hand to hold her jaw as he tilted Ellie’s face up. Their eyes locked, and Ellie swallowed slowly, before nodding, to answer the unspoken question on Tony’s face. It was unmistakable - Tony wanted to kiss her. And Ellie wanted to let him.
Tony was warm. At every point of contact between their bodies, Ellie felt undeniable warmth. The kiss was slow, and calm on the outside, just a simple meeting on the lips. But Ellie was trembling. As Tony pulled away from the kiss he in turn pulled Ellie into a tight hug. Resting her head against his chest, with her arms slung low around Tony’s waist, Ellie smiled. Tony pressed a kiss to her hair before moving back and reaching to open her car door for her.
“Let me know when you make it home safely, please?” Tony asked quietly. Ellie struggled to find her words, but whispered out a yes as she got into her car.
Ellie was the first to pull out of the parking lot, and only after making her way inside her apartment, and changing into her pajamas does she text Tony.
I made it home safely. Thank you, again. xo
Glad to hear it. Think we can do it again sometime?
Ellie stands in the middle of her bedroom, and bites her lip. She thinks about everything that could possibly go wrong, but also about everything that could go right before she types out a reply.
Yes, please.
#ncis#tony dinozzo#ellie bishop#tim mcgee#gibbs#ncis fanfiction#tony x ellie#rare pair#writing#ziva david#i dont even know#it just happened#first fanfiction#hope you like it#Ellie x Tony#tellie#first date#Sydney writes
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Fighting the Blue
This is a continuation of this, which I kind of consider to be prologue of sorts. Jessie is the main character of this story. The next few chapters will have a "current day" portion with prison whump and flashbacks which will contain more of the actual story. Content warnings are in the tags.
I'll make a masterlist for this when I get a bit more written.
The First Meeting
Jessie knew she was in trouble as soon as her dad came through the door. To be fair, she didn’t think she’d be able to escape when she was attacked in her room and she probably wouldn’t have managed to fight off both her attackers but it was game over when he came in. Transport was her best chance to escape if she was subdued. Making the deal to submit during transport guaranteed her capture. At least she could secure her dad’s safety.
She sat alone in the cold dark cell. It was tiny, she could barely lie down and definitely couldn’t stand. She had been in there for hours, trying to keep warm. It was long past the time she would have eaten breakfast and probably lunch. Her tongue stuck to the top of her mouth and her head ached for even a sip of water. From what she knew of the Blue, this would be the best part of her captivity, before they started interrogation. She let her mind wander back to when this had all started a few months ago.
She had driven herself to a park an hour away from home, enjoying her new-found freedom as a fully-fledged adult. In actuality, nothing about her freedoms had changed, but being eighteen finally felt good. She was exploring off the trail. That wasn’t unusual, there were plenty of lakes in the area that weren’t accessible by trail.
Then she stumbled on a weapons cache under an overhang. Her heart sunk and she ran. If someone had seen her, she was dead. Drug dealers, weapons traders, anyone hiding that would want her dead. A woman appeared in front of her out of thin air, gun at the ready. Jessie froze, almost falling at her sudden stop.
“Stay behind me, be ready to lie flat on the ground or run if I say.” Jessie complied, too scared to say anything. She followed the woman for a good half mile. They weren’t heading towards the weapons cache or where Jessie was parked.
“Down!” the woman hissed and Jessie dropped as a shot rang out. She heard it hit a tree just behind her. The woman fired back a few times. There was a shout, then silence. The woman left. Jessie waited, lying on the ground for another minute or two before the woman returned.
“It is safe. Let us continue.”
Jessie scrambled to her feet. She was too afraid to ask if the person who had shot at them was dead. She kept her eyes down as they walked further into the forest, afraid of what she might see if she looked around.
There was a grinding noise. Startled, she looked up to see the cliff wall in front of them opening. The woman went inside and Jessie followed. The woman typed something into a panel on the inside. The wall closed behind them. As soon as they were plunged into darkness, lights flickered on, illuminating a tunnel.
“We are safe here,” the woman said. “I am Morgan. I apologize for the haste and mystery but you were not safe.”
“What–what’s going on?” Jessie asked. The woman sighed.
“I am a Guardian. It is my job to protect the world from the Blue. They have been particularly active in this area for the past several weeks so I was monitoring them, trying to figure out what is going on. I watched you find their weapons and run, which was smart. You appeared unarmed, so I stepped in to help.”
Jessie could only stare at her. Guardian, Blue, weapons, this lady appearing out of nowhere. Morgan’s explanation only made things more confusing.
“Do you know who the Guardians are?” Morgan asked. Jessie shook her head no.
“You really stumbled into this, didn’t you?” she said, beginning to walk down the tunnel.
“I was just out on a hike,” Jessie said, following Morgan. Her voice sounded so shaky.
“Well, a little late now. What you need to know is this: I am a part of a group of people who have special abilities. As a Guardian, I have sworn to protect the Earth from any who mean to harm it. Right now, that is the Blue. We don’t need to go into any more detail than that.”
The tunnel was long but eventually there were doors on the side. Morgan stopped at one and held up her hand to a scanner. The door slid open and Morgan led her in. It was like a small apartment. There was a small kitchen and Jessie could see a bedroom in the back.
“I need to deal with those weapons and some other items of business. Stay here and I will return shortly,” she said. Before Jessie could say anything, Morgan walked out and the door slid shut. Jessie realized with a sinking feeling that she was locked in.
Only a few hours later, Morgan returned. She looked rougher than she had before she left. Notably, Kiera noticed that her shirt and the knee of her pants were ripped and she had bandages.
“You should be safe now. I can escort you back to your car before dark,” Morgan said. “Unfortunately, I suspect that this will not be our only time meeting but rest assured that I will do everything I can to keep you safe. However, you must keep what happened today a secret.”
Morgan gently grabbed her hand.
“I am going to transport you to your car. Which parking lot are you at?” she asked.
“The Fern Lake trailhead parking,” Jessie said.
“Perfect. Close your eyes and I will tell you when to open them,” Morgan said. Jessie did as she asked. She felt the cool air of the tunnel suddenly shift to the warm air outside.
“We are here, open your eyes,” Morgan said. They were at the nearly empty parking lot.
“What the…” Jessie said, shocked.
“Perhaps one day I will teach you. It is a simple transport. Goodbye, Jessie,” Morgan said. Then before Jessie’s eyes, she disappeared.
#writeblr#whump#whump writing#whumpblr#whump scenario#prison whump#captive whumpee#female whumpee#lady whump#whump series#whump story#fightingtheblue
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La Brea thoughts, 2x01-05
Twenty months after I binged season 1 -- so long ago that I had to watch the entire "previously on" recap just to remember half of what happened, because my general impression of this show is that visually it's great and the ideas are cool, but its cast is lackluster and its dialogue often cringe, so it doesn't stay with me -- after five episodes in a week I have had basically four pressing thoughts:
(you get zero context for this because I don't think I have written about this show before even to myself, let alone Tumblr. oops.)
1. I keep forgetting the 1988 story exists so every time we switch over, I feel like I've been smacked in the face by how beautiful and vibrant Riley is (with really great hair). Veronica St. Clair is one of the few true standouts in this cast.
2. Speaking of, Scowling Head of the Mine/Guard Dude is the first character EVER to make me sit straight up and go "hell-o" on sight. Extremely excellent Dark and Brooding face, and also great hair.
3. With the simple addition of slightly growing out his already good hair, I have gone from being meh about Gavin (which always frustrated me because objectively? good looking man. i just felt no screen presence), to being full steam ahead OTP: MARRIED PARENTS; I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL; EVE FORGIVE HIM AND STOP BREAKING IZZY'S HEART ABOUT HER BROKEN HOME OR SO HELP ME... Just full swoon up in this joint now. Man loves his wife, has gone to extreme lengths to reunite, is willing to forgive a whole lot without judgment if she'll do the same; end of story!
3.5. This is a carry-over from me hating Levi's face since it first appeared as THE WORST DUDE in Off the Map. In 2011. This man still has not earned out his badwill from that character, even as the most upstanding military hero character one could imagine. No hope for him!
4. BUT. Here is the thing -- I actually think this is the most interesting love triangle/adultery story I have ever seen on television, because I get it. I understand how it is actually a difficult choice for Eve, because for all my shipping I don't actually know who is the better choice for her right now. I understand how and why the cheating happened and I don't even judge it, which I have literally never felt in the history of ever, ESPECIALLY when a cheater has kids. I understand how you could love both of these men at the same time, and why both of them have valid claims to her heart.
All of this is beautifully complicated by Gavin and Levi being close friends, and my FAVORITE part of it all is Izzy standing in for me and being my sounding board and saying everything I would say and feel in this situation regardless of my age.
I am going to need it to resolve with Levi dying, because this is fully a "I am not sorry you lost them but I'm sorry you're hurt" type of comfort situation in the making, but I think I could actually handle up to an entire season of UST and/or Eve officially choosing wrong for a while, if i could retain some hope.
I will abso-LUTELY riot in an Eve/Levi endgame situation, though. You know how I am about marriage.
Update, BONUS/LEFTOVER THOUGHTS:
Lucas's interactions with Veronica lately: *Dean Pelton voice* what is this? what is this creepy business?
(no seriously why does this feel like UST even though she definitely looks like a teenage child and he is definitely a grown-ass adult. i have never been so viscerally reviled by age difference in my life)
Para has been one of my favorites almost since her introduction and that love has only gotten stronger
Still want the pothead dope to bite it
Less Sam is always better too
MOAR CGI CREATURES. I loved the rhinos, in particular, so g.d. much.
One more thought about the Harrises: despite Gavin and Izzy having spent a whole season sequestered together already, this is really the first time I have gone feral about the father/daughter bond -- I assume this is related to the former becoming Gavin With The Good Hair -- so when the love triangle breaks my heart too much, at least I have this. Honestly, it's really nice seeing her back with her mom too, and any scenes that involve the parents working together to protect/comfort her? Special favorites.
(the son they're all risking life and limb to reunite with? still relegated to Season 1 Gavin status; change my mind)
#la brea (nbc)#this mostly turned into me waxing about the love triangle situation and the Harris family oops#episode reactions
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