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Liberation - II

Chapter 2: The Bounty

Author’s Note: I hate that this chapter is like the longest one I’ve written and I don’t even know if it’s that good lol. Well what’s done is done I suppose, so I hope you all enjoy it at least! let me know what you think! I think I am going to have to better plan on how to separate and split up the episodes so my chapters aren’t so long...okay enough from me. Enjoy this new chapter, feedback is always appreciated! (Let me know if you would like to be tagged or if I forgot to tag you, i may have missed some people!)

Word Count: 5.4k (I AM SO SORRY!)

Warnings: Cursing, injuries, violence, attempted murder of a child?

Chapters: Prologue, One, Two (here), Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight

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“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

You comment earns you an elbow to the side from the Mandalorian as you both take in the storm troopers around you. Your hand had instinctively gone to your blaster, brief memories flashing through your mind before Mando’s action drew you back to reality. You followed him as you both slowly stepped into the room, brushing past a few troopers.

“Greef Karga told me you were coming.”

An older man, who you assumed to be the client, spoke up from behind a desk.

Mando took a few more steps towards the client before stopping, you at his side, “What else did he say?” he asked.

“He said you are the best in the parsec,” the man states.

Before either you or Mando could say anything, a door to the left of the room hissed open. Mando immediately drew his rifle from his back pointing it at the man who entered from the door. You followed his actions aiming your blaster at a nearby trooper.

“No!” the new man exclaims.

The troopers around you immediately draw their weapons on you, “Freeze, drop your weapons!” one of them shouts.

“You first,” you sneer.

“No, no, no,” the man who entered spoke, “Pardon, uh-sorry. I didn’t mean to alarm,” he stutters.

The client rises from his chair and walks over to the man, hand raised submissively.

“This is Dr. Pershing.” Neither you nor Mando lower your blasters, “Please excuse his lack of decorum. His enthusiasm outweighs his discretion.” The client is in front of you now, “Please lower your blasters.”

“Have them lower their first,” Mando insists.

A storm trooper to your right speaks up, “We have you six to two.”

“I like those odds,” Mando states confidently.

You cast him a sideways glance, concern clear on your features, “You do?” you whisper.

Mando doesn’t say anything to you and you see the client step closer to Mando, your finger twitches on the trigger.

“He also said you were expensive…very expensive.” He takes a step back, “please sit.” He finally motions for the troopers to lower their weapon, and Mando nods for you to do the same.

You cautiously holster your blaster and stand beside Mando as he takes a seat, watching as the client follows suit, sliding a small item across the desk towards you both. You watch curiously as the man unwraps the red cloth slowly, revealing a rectangular piece of metal.

“Beskar?” Mando asks.

“Go ahead. It’s real.” The man assures.

You furrow your eyebrows together, beskar was extremely rare, and very expensive. You feel your stomach drop slightly at what that might mean for you both, and you watch as Mando picks up the piece of metal and rubs his finger over it lightly, as if testing the metal.

“That is only a down payment,” the client reveals, “I have a camtono of Beskar waiting for you upon delivery of the asset.”

The feeling in your stomach intensifies at his words. The storm troopers, this client who was clearly empire, this absurdly expensive payout for this…asset. It was not sitting well with you. You had your fair share of dealing with the empire and you had no intentions of working for them. Not if you could avoid it anyway.

“But it has to be alive” Dr. Pershing spoke up, breaking you from your thoughts.

The client looks from Pershing to the both of you, “Yes. Alive.” He leans forward on the desk, “Although I acknowledge that bounty hunting is a complicated profession. This being the case, proof of termination is also acceptable for a lower fee.”

“That is not what we agreed upon,” Pershing argued.

“I’m simply being pragmatic,” the man explained.

You looked to the doctor, taking note of the emotion that you deemed as worry evident on his face. That seemed odd for a client to be concerned for its bounty.

You finally speak up, ready to get this bounty and leave, “Is there a puck?”

The client looks to you as if just noticing you’re there as well, “I’m afraid discretion dictates a less traditional agreement. We can only offer you a tracking fob.” The man motions to the doctor who hands Mando said tracking fob.

“What’s the chain code,” Mando takes the fob.

“We can only offer the last four digits.”

Mando pauses looking up at the client, “Their age. That’s all you can give us?” Disbelief laces his voice.

“Yes. They are fifty years old.” The client informs, “We can also give you last reported positional data. Between that and the fob, a man of your skill should make short work of this.”

“I’m here too ya know,” you mutter under your breath.

If Mando hears your comment, he doesn’t acknowledge it. He just stands from his seat and starts towards the door, and you follow without hesitation.

“The beskar belongs back in the hands of a Mandalorian,” the man’s voice speaks once more stopping you both in your tracks, “it is good to restore the natural order of things, after a period of such disarray. Don’t you agree?”

Neither you nor Mando respond as you continue on your path out of the building. As soon as you reach fresh air you take in a deep shuddering breath, something the Mandalorian doesn’t miss.

“You have a problem?” he asks.

you snap your head in his direction, “Do you not have a problem?” you ask incredulously, “That whole deal was shady, and if you failed to notice those were actual storm troopers, alive and well and ready to blow our brains out!” you run a hand through you hair before placing both hands over your face, “I can’t do this. I can’t do this.” You state, pulling your hands from you face you look to Mando, a panicked expression donning your features.

“Thank you for all your help,” you say breathlessly to the masked hunter, “But you are going to have to do this on your own, this-“ you pause, pushing past a lump in your throat, “This is more than I bargained for. I’m sorry.”

You go to walk past the Mandalorian and try to find transport off planet, but a hand firmly grips your arm stopping you from going any further.

“You want to be a bounty hunter, right?” Mando’s modulated voice fills your ears.

You turn to look at him and nod curtly, jaw set.

He releases your arm, “Well this is what it takes. I hate the empire as much as you do, but this is the job. You get the information, you find the asset, you get paid and you don’t ask questions.”

You feel your breathing start to calm slightly as he speaks. He was right. You just have to do what you’re paid to do and move on. No emotion involved. He did say the asset was fifty years old, and if they were willing to pay that much for this one person, then they must have done something pretty bad right? At least that’s what you told your self as you followed Mando down the streets of Nevarro.

“Where are we going?” you ask, “The ship is that way”

Mando stops outside of another building at the end of a small market and turns to you, “I have something to take care of before we leave. Stay here.” He instructs.

You throw your hands up in the air, “What do you mean stay here? Why can’t I just come with you?” you ask, frustrated why he kept being so secretive about everything.

Mando tosses you a small bag of credits, “Just go…entertain yourself. I won’t be long.” And with that he disappears behind a curtain and into the building.

You let out a huff before looking down to the bag of credits in your hands then to the battered and broken pieces of metal you called armor. You shrugged before turning back into the market to entertain yourself.

* * *

You are leaning against the wall of the building when Mando emerges, and you immediately take note of his new pauldron. You give him a small smile and push off the wall as he notices you.

“Looking snazzy with that new piece of beskar,” you comment, tapping the metal lightly, “Wish I could have me one of those.”

At this comment he looks over you quickly, “You have some new equipment yourself. Nice cloak,” he says a teasing hint in his voice.

You shrug and adjust the cloak around your neck sheepishly, “Yeah well my old stuff was a sore sight, and you looked bad ass in your cloak so I figured…” you trailed off, before gesturing to your unarmored right arm, desperate to change the subject, “wasn’t able to complete the set though,” you roll your eyes, “this vendor was a total scam, and I wanted to save some of these just in case.” You toss the left-over credits back to Mando who catches them swiftly.

“You’ll get the last piece eventually,” his voice is dismissive, “Come on.”

You both once again fall into, what seems to be, a regular silence as you both walk back to the ship and get settled on for the trip. You watch as he inputs directions to the planet and you quickly take a seat as he puts the ship in hyper drive and on the path to the asset. Neither of you speak for a while, busying yourselves with other tasks. Him flying the ship and you cleaning and doing various maintenance on your blasters.

“You know your way around guns pretty well for being new to this,” He speaks up finally.

You startle slightly at his voice before you shrug his comment off and click another piece of the gun into place, “I just know my way around mechanics is all,” you offer lamely, not really wanting to talk about.

But he doesn’t drop the subject, “most mechanics can’t tell a blaster from wrench if you set it in front of them,” his voice is full of suspicion.

You flounder at his observation and set your blaster on your lap letting out an exasperated huff, “I just know my way around them okay, I used to deal with them a lot before this and also mechanical stuff,” you explain vaguely, you really didn’t want to talk about your past, “just drop it okay?”

You assumed the finality in your tone is what made the Mandalorian nod and drop the subject, but in reality, it was the desperate plea hidden behind your words that made Mando drop it. He knew what it was like to want to forget, he knew better than anyone he supposed. So, he didn’t say anything else as you both returned to your tasks at hand. You finally holstered your blasters just as the ship dropped from hyperspace, and you approached a red and brown colored planet.

Yay, desert, you thought scornfully.

You stood from your seat as Mando begins to land the ship and grip the back of his chair as you take in the bland surroundings, “Why does it feel like all these bounty’s hide in the most hot, boring, dry places?” you comment, “Why can’t the ever hide on a forest planet, or a planet with super cool cities?”

The man in front of you doesn’t comment but you could have sworn you heard him chuckle under his helmet. But before you could think too much about the unusual reaction he is standing from his seat and grabbing his rifle. You both walk down the ramp and exit the ship, and you watch as he holds the small tracking fob out in front of him. The device is beeping low and steady as he moves It from side to side. He pockets the fob and you watch from a few paces behind him as brings his rifle up to his shoulder and looks through it, surveying the land. You landed on a small plateau, which gave you both a good view of the land in front of you, but it did create a small blind spot. Just as Mando moved his rifle sight back to the left to look once more you see a large grey beast stumble up over the blind hill.

“Watch out!” you call as you draw your blasters.

But your warning was too late, you watched as Mando dropped the rifle and went to blast the beast with his flames, but the large animal grabbed his arm in his mouth and tossed him about.

You quickly sprang into action and fired a warning shot above the animal’s head. The animal released Mando and you cheered silently but were cut short when the animal turned its attention to you. You raised your blaster to fire at the animal, but it was on you before you could aim properly. It gripped your arm in it’s jaws just as it did Mando’s. You cried out in surprise and pain as the animal held you in its grip. You used your free hand to punch the animal in the side of the face wildly as it continued to toss you around.

“A little help would be nice!” you called out.

You managed to catch a glimpse of Mando finally gaining his feet and grabbing his rifle, he lifted it to aim, but an electrical sound filled your ears instead and the beast holding you fell to the ground, your arm still in it’s mouth. You looked to the side as you saw Mando quickly come to your side as you struggled to get away from the creature.

He crouched over you attempting to help but a low growl drew your attention to another approaching beast.

“Mando, behind you!”

He turns swiftly and reaches for the blaster at his side, but the second beast falls still as a blast of electricity hits it and it slides across the ground coming to a stop at your feet. You look from Mando to the two fallen beasts, and then finally to the small Ugnaught riding up on a third beast. You sit up as he approaches and finally mange to release your arm from the fallen animal’s mouth as Mando approaches the stranger.

“Thank you,” he speaks, and he looks back to you, noticing you cradle your arm carefully.

You wince as you stand up, “Yeah thanks for that,” you moved to stand next to Mando, still cradling your right arm. Of course, the beast managed to get a hold of the one arm that was missing armor.

“You are bounty hunters.” The Ugnaught observes.

The Mandalorian nods breathing still labored, “Yes.”

“I will help you both.”

You look to Mando, a surprised look on your face as he turns to face you as well, before turning back to the man.

“I have spoken,” hes says finally.

* * *

Several hours later you and Mando are sat in your savior’s house after just hearing that you weren’t the only ones with the task of finding this asset. The Ugnaught offered to show you both to the encampment in exchange for keeping the two, what he calls blurrg, that you helped him capture. You shook your head as you remembered the conversation, turning your attention back to your wounded arm. While it should have been a simple task, trying to tend to your wound properly was proving difficult with your non dominant hand. You huffed in frustration as you dropped the roll of bandages once more.

“motherfu- “

“you can put a blaster together blindfolded but you can’t wrap a simple wound?” a familiar voice chides.

You roll your eyes and pick up the bandages not turning to face the Mandalorian behind you, “I can take care of myself just fine thank you, they just…slipped is all.”

Even you cringed at your lame excuse but attempted to finally cover the bloody marks on your arm once more. You had lasted this long without anyones help, and you certainly didn’t need his. At least that’s what you told yourself. The truth was that you we’re scared of asking for help, it felt foreign to rely on others when you had no one but yourself for most of your life. So, you remained stubborn, and made another feeble attempt to successfully wrap the bandages around your arm, but they fell from your hand once again. You bent to pick them up, frustration rising in you, but Mando had beat you to it. You opened your mouth to protest but Mando just grabbed your right hand firmly and pulled you, so you were facing him. Neither of you said anything as he swiftly wrapped the bandages around your arm and secured the end of it neatly, before tucking the leftovers back in your bag and standing to leave.

“Thank you,” you called after him gently.

He paused at the door to the room the Ugnaught lent to you, “Get some sleep, tomorrow we head for the encampment.”

Then he was gone.

The some what tender moment you shared leaving with him. you pursed your lips as you walked over to the small bed. The Mandalorian’s actions continued to baffle you. One moment he was insulting and snide, the next he was some what caring and kind. It was like having constant whiplash around him. You sighed as you laid down and pulled the covers over you deciding to take his advice and try to get some sleep, not looking forward to learning to ride the Blurrg in the morning. But as you rolled to your side and closed your eyes, sleep seemed to find you faster than you expected, and you drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

* * *

You watched as Mando was once again thrown to the ground by the Blurrg, landing with a loud grunt.

“Perhaps if you removed your helmet,” the Ugnaught suggested.

“Perhaps he remembers Mando tried to roast him,” you reminded, unable to stifle the giggle that slipped out from watching the great warrior be bested by an animal.

“This is a female. All the males are eaten during mating.” The Ugnaught corrects.

You scrunch your nose up at the information, “Ew.”

You watch as Mando jumps and straddles the beast and your eyes widen as he stays on for a moment, but he is thrown off once more with a frustrated grunt. You sigh, as he stands and approaches you and the Ugnaught.

“We don’t have time for this,” he said impatiently, “do you have a land speeder or speeder bikes we could hire?”

Before the Ugnaught could respond you step into the pen with Mando and the Blurrg, “Will you quit your complaining,” you groan out as you move over to the large beast.

“You think you can do better?” Mando challenges.

You shrug your shoulders, “Couldn’t do any worse than you,” you toss over your shoulder.

You hear him let out an exasperated sigh before he exits the pen and joins the Blurrg trainer, “Go ahead then.”

You give them both a slight nod before turning back to the blurrg, who was standing restlessly in front of you. She takes a menacing step forward, but you put your hand up in a submissive manner, showing the creature you mean no harm. However, it doesn’t seem to understand and gets more restless.

“Easy, girl, easy,” you sooth, as you take a small step forward, “It’s okay.”

The creature calms slightly at your low town and you take this chance to attempt to rest a hand on its snout, but the animal lets out a growl. You take a small step back.

“Calm down, it’s okay,” you mutter, “Settle.”

The animal responds calmly once more, and this time produces little fuss when you gently rest your hand on her snout. You let out an airy laugh before petting her slowly and gently swinging yourself up onto her back. The creature protests slightly to your presence but you calm her quickly and before you know it you are trotting around the pen. You let out a loud laugh and look over to the two men standing outside the pen. The Ugnaught had a surprised yet proud look on his face, and you weren’t able to tell what mando was thinking but he was following your form as you moved around the pen, hands on his hips, seemingly impressed.

You raised one hand in the air, “Look, I did it!” you called triumphantly, “I did it!”

Mando watched as you pulled the blurrg to a stop in front of them and slid off the beast, before turning to face them, an excited glint in your eye.

“I can’t believe that worked!” you admitted, as you looked to the Mandalorian giving him a playful nudge, “I can’t believe I beat the oh so famous Mandalorian at something either,” you jested.

He rolled his eyes under his helmet and brushed you off, “Well don’t get used to it,” he bites, “I’m a bounty hunter not an animal trainer.”

Your smile falls at his words, the playful glint no longer present and He feels a small pang of guilt at your shift in demeanor. He didn’t mean to sound so harsh; he’s just not used to this…companionship thing. You shrug your shoulders and speak before he can apologize

“I know,” your voice is low, any hint of teasing gone, “but she’s tamed right?” your attention was now on the Ugnaught, “so we can go?”

The Ugnaught looks between you and the Mandalorian, not oblivious to the scene that just unfolded and nods his head, “You are ready.”

You give him a small smile and move to go gather your things, leaving Mando alone with the shorter man.

“She looks up to you,” the man says, catching the Mandalorian off guard.

“What?”

“I have spoken,” is all he offers in explanation, before walking off to prepare the Blurrgs.

The Mandalorian stares after the small man before looking in the direction you headed off in, the ugnaughts words ringing in his head.

* * *

You and Mando crawl carefully to the edge of the cliff overlooking the encampment, having parted ways with the Ugnaught, who expressed his desire to rid his valley of the people in said encampment. Mando pulled out a small device and used it to get a closer look at the base. He took a few moments to asses the layout before holding it out to you. you took it from him with a questioning look.

“Tell me what you see.”

“Why? you already looked.” you were confused by the point of this.

you could almost feel the impatience rolling off of him, “You wanted to learn right? This is part of it. You have to asses your surrounding before you head in or your chance of success diminishes severely. so take the monocular and tell me what you see.”

“Jeez, okay,” you snatch the small monocular from his hand, “Didn’t have to me so snarky about it.” you muttered.

You look through the eye piece and take note of several armed guards, towards the front of the base and then some closer to a set of rusted bay doors.

“I see several armed guards,” you start and then pan back to the front of the base spotting a heavily armed droid approaching the base, “huh, and a…droid?” you note, hackles raising.

“A what?” Mando’s surprised voice fills your ears as he rips the eye piece from your grasp.

“Hey-!”

Mando quickly locates the droid through the eye piece, “It’s a bounty droid.”

You don’t respond as you both hear the distant voice of the droid before he starts shooting and kills several guards.

You and Mando both let out sighs and move to stand, “Droids,” you say in unison.

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, “Not a fan of droids either?” you quip.

He shakes his head and motions you to follow as you descend the hill to the base, “Not particularly.”

You and Mando quickly reach the bottom of the steep cliff and approach the base as the droid repeats its earlier speech.

“Subparagraph 16 of the Bondsman Guild protocol waiver compels you to immediately produce said asset.” The droids voice echoes through the streets of the base as you and Mando round the corner.

“IG unit! Stand down!” Mando commands, raising his blaster.

Before you or the Mandalorian could react, the Droid had turned and fired his blaster at Mando, knocking him off his feet.

“Holy shit!” you crouch down to help him as he crashed into a set of empty barrels, “Are you okay?” you ask.

Mando just groans as he sits up and pulls the tracking fob from his pocket holding it up towards the droid, “We’re with the Guild!”

The droid lowers his weapon, “You are Guild members? I thought I was the only one on assignment.”

You grasped Mando’s hand as you helped him to his feet, “That makes three of us,” you say over your shoulder as you and Mando take cover behind a nearby pillar.

“So much for the element of surprise,” Mando snaps to the droid.

“Sadly, I must ask for your fob,” the droid states, “I have already issued the writ of seizure, the bounty is mine.”

You peak from behind the pillar at the droid, “Unless I’m mistaken you are, as of yet, empty handed.” You sneer.

“This is true.”

Mando leans from behind the pillar examining your surrounds before looking back to the droid, “I have a suggestion.”

“Proceed.”

“We split the reward,” Mando offers.

Your eyes widen, “Mando what the hell?” you protest, but before you can lay into him further the droid speaks.

“This is acceptable.”

“Great,” Mando says, false enthusiasm oozing from his mouth, “Now let’s regroup out of harm’s way and form a plan.” He motions to the droid to come over to you both.

“I will of course obtain the reputation merits associated with the mission,” it states walking over to meet you both.

“Can we talk about this later!” you exclaim irritation clear in your voice, “I’d like to not get blasted away if I can avoid it.”

The droid looks from you to Mando, “I require an answer if I am to proceed – “blaster fire interrupts the droid, “Oh no. Alert. Alert.”

You, Mando and the droid wordlessly return fire to the many occupants of the base flowing from what seemed to be every door and window. you manage to down several of them before Mando runs past you towards more cover.

“Let’s go!” he calls to you.

You follow him and the droid as you duck behind various cover and return fire to your attackers. As Mando approaches a side door you see it open behind him and a Nikto steps out of it. You take a step towards Mando and the person behind him and rear your arm back.

“Mando duck!”

He does so instinctively, and you bring your fist down on the side of the Nikto’s head, knocking him out cold. Mando nods to you in thanks before you both move to cover behind a nearby storage crate. He pulls the tracking fob from his pocket and the slow beeping indicates the asset is behind the closed bay doors several feet from your current position.

“He’s in there!” he shouts to the droid.

“Affirmative.”

With the help of the IG unit you and Mando move swiftly behind the pillars directly in front of the doors, firing your blasters back at the enemy the whole way. By the time all three of you are behind cover the blaster fire stops as the attackers continue to flood into the base and take positions behind you.

“It appears we are trapped.” The IG unit points out, “I will initiate self-destruct sequencing.” A rapid beeping soon fills the air.

“Whoa, you’re what?” Mando exclaims looking to the Droid wildly.

“Manufacturers protocol dictates I cannot be captured. I must self-destruct.”

“Do not self-destruct,” you call to the droid, “Cover me!”

“Hey, kid wait!” Mando calls, but you are already out in open and he has no choice but to cover you.

You head directly for the control panel on the door and rip it open. You start to fiddle with the wires inside trying to ignore the multiple blaster shots hitting the walls around you. Before you could connect the last wire, a well-aimed blaster shot hit the panel and fried the circuits. You ripped your hands away from the panel shaking them quickly as the heat seared your fingers.

“Shit! Go, go, move.” You called as you quickly moved behind cover again.

“There’s too many!” he quickly gunned down a few more people, “They’ve got us pinned.”

You snuck a peek from behind the pillar and saw a very big and destructive looking Gatling gun being moved into the center of the encampment. You ducked behind cover once more, eyes wide as you looked at Mando.

“Well we better figure something out because they just brought in reinforcements.”

“I will initiate self-destruct.”

“Do not self-destruct!” Mando commands clearly annoyed at saying the same thing, “We are shooting our way out.”

Finally, you follow as Mando and the droid step from behind the pillar but all three of you blanch at the sight of the large weapon.

“Okay,” Mando says surprised before you all step back behind cover and the gun rains blaster fire down on you all.

“Beginning self-destruct countdown.”

“No! stop it!” you exclaim, then look to Mando, “Well what do we do now?” You can hear the fear in your own voice, and you scold yourself mentally. You can’t be afraid, not now.

Mando seems to think for a moment before looking to the droid, “Draw their fire, and we’ll take it out!”

“Acceptable.” The droid agrees.

“Go!” The Mandalorian exclaims.

You follow Mando and watch as the Gatling was focused solely on the droid. Mando shot what looked to be a grappling hook from his gauntlet and ripped the large weapon from the creature controlling it. You quickly shot him before he could react and watched as Mando took control of the weapon and wiped out the rest of the Nikto in a matter of seconds. Once he was sure the threat was gone, he climbed down from the weapon and walked over to where you stood near the droid.

“Are you okay?” he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

you nodded, and holster your blaster, “I’m fine, you?”

he just nodded as he went to offer the droid a hand, “You’re not so bad…for a droid” he told the IG unit.

“Agreed,” you said, “but that blaster hit looks nasty, you okay?” you ask the droid.

“Running a quick diagnostic,” you watch curiously as his head piece beeps and spins momentarily, “it has missed my central wiring harness.” He comments.

Mando sighs, “Is that good?”

“Yes.” The droid assures.

“Well, now we just need to get the door open,” Mando comments.

“I got it,” you say walking over to the control panel once more, you reach your hand in and grab a handful of wires, as you hear footsteps approach behind you.

“That isn’t going to work,” Mando comments, “The circuits were fried when –“ his sentence was cut short when you gave a low grunt and ripped a handful of wires and parts from the door and watch as it opened with a hiss.

You stood, a smug smile on your face, and dropped the destroyed mechanism in your hand, “You were saying?”

“Never mind.” He recants.

You smile and follow the two others into the room. Another Nikto man runs from behind a nearby wall but Mando quickly shoots him.

“Anyone else?” he asks rhetorically.

You roll your eyes. You were quickly finding out that he had a thing for theatrics.

“The tracking fob is still active. My sensors indicate that there is a life form present.” IG states.

Mando raises his blaster and you pull yours from your holster at the information. You watch as Mando’s fob seems to lead you all to a small pod that eerily resembled a bassinet.

What they hell was in there? you ask yourself.

You take a small step forward and remove a piece of netting from the pod and click a button on the front, causing the doors to open. You took a step back slightly and you felt your mouth drop open at what was found inside.

“Wait. They said fifty years old.” Mando’s voice was filled with confusion, while you couldn’t bring your self to say anything at all.

“Species age differently. Perhaps it could live many centuries.” The IG unit informed.

You watched as the small creature lifted a little hand and pulled the blanket around it down. Your heart seized as your eyes fell upon the small creature inside. His large brown eyes filled with curiosity and confusion as it stared up at the three strangers in front of it.

“Sadly, we will never know,” IG raised his blaster to point at the child.

“No!” you exclaim hand flying to the droid’s arm, panic rising within you at the though of killing this child, “We’ll bring it in alive.”

“The commission was quite specific. The asset was to be terminated.”

You held onto the droids’ arm as he tried to lift it again, but Mando laid his hand on yours and pulled it away. You looked at him, anger rising in you. How could he let this happen? you refused to take part in this act of infanticide and turned away, flinching slightly when you heard the gunshot. you stood waiting the the droid to spout off some statistic but whipped around when you heard metal crashing to the ground. You looked from the now dead IG unit to the smoking blaster in Mando’s hand, eyes wide as he offered his finger to the child in the bassinet. You stood in shock at the scene before you.

What just happened?

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from-aldebaran · 3 years

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Hello, it's Santa, just checking in! Hope everything is going okay!

Dear Santa, Wow, I am so sorry to have been so long in getting back to you and after I promised a long letter last Thursday. I am almost afraid to find out what happens to someone who has broken a promise to Santa.... If you will still have me, I will make up for it. I will answer anything and everything you send me promptly each evening, as many questions as you have. Work and personal life just came at me this week! You had asked me before about collectibles and aesthetic. One thing that is not a collectible per se but that I do love are things to write on, stationary, notebooks, journals. I can never have enough it seems. As I look around my room here, I have collectibles visible from several fandoms: The Zeta Project, X-Men, Star Trek, The Shape of Water, Ancient Magus’ Bride. Only a few Phantom things so far, a paperback of the Susan Kay book, a couple of books on the Palais Garnier, a wonderful brass keychain replica of a Majestic theater ticket, though I have never been. The playbills from the four performances of the US Restaged tour that constitute my entire live viewing experience of Phantom. The gift book/program from that production. A few t shirts. The Shape of Water things, wow, I have a lot. And some really interesting things too, which come to think of it, I should learn how to post photographs and do a post on these items. I have the saltshaker that Elisa uses in her kitchen and grabs to pour salt into the tub when they first bring the creature back. I have a spoon from her kitchen and another set of salt shakers which you can see on screen. I have the knife the Dr. Hoffstetler uses to cut the butter cake in the scene with his handlers in his apartment. And I have Elisa’s keys, on her red key fob! That movie woke me up in a way I haven’t been woken in years, and kicked off my first writing in a long long time, for a gift exchange on AO3. Actually it led to me learning about tumblr, from a mention in a comment on a The Shape of Water story, and I followed it over here and read blogs and lurked for a long while. And that led to POTO fandom for me....I will tell that story in answer to another perosn’s request later. Anyway, aesthetically, I am fond of lots of things. I really like art deco, and pieces with natural themes, especially leaves, or dragonflies. I like a good floral scented candle. Oddly, I have no color scheme, as I am on the cusp of redoing my little dwelling, but am thinking of going neutrals for the big pieces and letting any little accents be as colorful as they want. I like purples, greens and blues more than pinks or reds or oranges. Turning to the next question, this one hit me. What do you do to relax? And I had to admit, it has been a long while since I have pondered that question. I am glad you asked it, because it is on its way to being life changing, thinking about myself in that way and learning to add some actual relaxation time in to my life. I do like to read, and right now am just indulging in fanfiction, which is a blast. Just started to really actively write like six months ago, and once I realized I was not going to be a one story person, that has become very enjoyable for me, when I am not thinking what I just wrote is the worst thing ever written ever. I do like being outside and that is one thing I do not do nearly enough of. I love to travel and have not done nearly enough of that either. A good weekend driving trip is heaven. I love the feeling of my home all squared away behind me, what I need with me in the car, and a welcoming destination to look forward to, especially without an urgent arrival time, so I can stop and look around wherever I want. I love learning new things about anything and everything, so falling down a research spiral on the internet is super relaxing, and I would love to learn to do it better, rather than just haphazardly. I love music and television and need to get things set up to enjoy these again, adding streaming services, etc. I have been enjoying the heck out of the Saturday POTO streams, the show itself, and all the fun fun people, the insightful things they say, things I would never have learned about the show itself, and oh the jokes. And getting to know everyone in this unique and special way. You had also phrased it, in a perfect world, what would you do to relax? Well, my perfect world would have many of the things that are keeping me from relaxing addressed. My house would be redone. I would be more organized and disciplined so I did not feel constantly rushed. Many decisions that I have been putting off would be made. I would take better care of myself in general. Then....I would most likely do the things I have listed above, but I would truly be able to enjoy them and not look at them as guilty escapes from things I SHOULD be doing. So....the learning for me here is a balance. Continue to do the fun things, but make progress also, as world events permit, on the other things and eventually, I will get there. All fun...stuff won’t get done. Only projects....will be too burned out to enjoy things when the projects are done.

And keep my promises going forward to a very very patient Secret Santa....

#POTO Secret Santa

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mistressarafax · 5 years

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KaiJou Week - Day 6: Birthday

Joey grinned as he gazed down at the date circled on his planner. Kaiba's birthday was today, and he'd made arrangements to leave work early and go celebrate. Not that Kaiba had wanted to celebrate. When Joey had brought up the idea, he'd immediately denied it. Kaiba didn't do parties or celebrations unless they were company obligations.

"Let's at least get dinner," Joey had bargained. "We'll just pretend it's the same as any other night."

"I don't want a party, Joseph."

"It won't be a party. Just you and me havin' dinner."

To which Kaiba had relented and agreed. Joey figured he'd simply decided to go with the path of least resistance. He didn’t really care. As long as they got to spend time together, Joey would be happy.

When it hit lunch time, he packed up and hurried home, leaving detailed notes for the substitute teacher about what to do with his class for the rest of the day. He was much earlier than he needed to be, but he wanted to be dressed and ready and looking his best for Kaiba as soon as he got home so they could head out immediately. He showered and shaved, picking out Kaiba's favorite cologne and spritzing some on his neck. He styled his hair and painstakingly selected his outfit. He settled on a silvery-gray suit with a white button-down and aubergine tie.

He checked his reflection in the mirror, nodding in satisfaction. He looked good. Now, all he had to do was wait for Kaiba to get home, and they’d be off.

The only trouble was that Kaiba was later than the time they’d agreed on. 4 p.m. became 5 p.m., and as 6 approached, Joey wondered if Kaiba had forgotten. No. Kaiba definitely didn’t forget these things. His memory was flawless. More than likely, something had come up at work that prevented him from leaving. Joey sighed and pulled on his coat, slipping his phone out of his pocket as he lingered in the foyer while calling Kaiba.

The phone rang until it went to voicemail. A second call had the same result. Damn. Joey tried to not feel defeated, but the bitter, burning sensation churned at the back of his throat, trying to coax him to tears. He wouldn’t cry. He’d been looking forward to this, and he was disappointed, but he wouldn’t cry. Instead, he grabbed his keys and resolutely marched to his car. If Kaiba was caught up at work, Joey would go free him from it.

No one at the front desk bothered to stop him as he stomped through the lobby of the KaibaCorp building. They all recognized him. Some of them even said hi, but he was too focused on reaching Kaiba that he hardly noticed, and their friendly expressions withered when they noticed the hard set of his jaw. He was in the elevator, heading to the executive level, arms crossed and scowl on his face. He was more angry than upset now. He’d taken half the day off for this, and Kaiba was ruining it, dammit.

He found Roland standing outside Kaiba’s office, looking frazzled. “Ah… Master Joey.”

“Where’s Kaiba?” he asked, being far more rude to the suit than he ever was.

Roland look taken aback but quickly recovered. “He’s in a meeting with the CIO. Our main database has been hacked, it seems, and while there is a plan in place for such things, they’re reviewing what’s been compromised.”

Joey’s bluster caught in his throat. “Oh…” he trailed off. “That… that isn’t good.”

Roland shook his head. “I’m sure he’s sorry. He was looking forward to your date tonight.”

“He tell you that?”

Roland shook his head. “No, but I can tell. He was in a good mood and mentioned wanting to leave early today.”

“‘Cept that didn’t end up happenin’.”

“Unfortunately,” Roland agreed, shaking his head.

“I guess… I’ll just go home then,” Joey said sadly. “Stickin’ around here won’t do me any good.”

“I’ll tell him you stopped in when he’s finished.”

“Thanks,” Joey said, turning away to head back downstairs. Once he got in the elevator, he pressed the button for the ground floor, handing his head in defeat and scratching at the back of his neck. Why did shit like this always have to happen? Joey knew KaibaCorp was the first priority. He’d always known that, but it just really hurt when Kaiba’s obligation to his company ruined their plans and their time together.

He was nearly to his car when his phone rang. A blurry picture of Seto, the best he’d been able to manage without getting caught, filled the screen. For a second, he considered declining the call and letting Kaiba worry about him for a change. He didn’t though. He didn’t want to hurt Kaiba, least of all on his birthday. Especially on a day where Kaiba had probably been through enough already.

“Hey,” Joey greeted, resigned.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Kaiba apologized immediately. “This afternoon turned into a fucking nightmare.”

“It’s okay. Roland kinda told me what was goin’ on.”

Kaiba hummed in acknowledgement. “Incompetence through and through,” Kaiba grumbled.

“You gonna be free any time soon?” Joey asked, playing with his key fob as he stood beside his car.

“If you give me fifteen minutes, I’ll be down. These fucking idiots can wait until tomorrow. They’ve already pushed back my schedule so they can wait for me for one fucking day.”

Joey flinched at his tone. Kaiba was angry, though it wasn’t unjustifiable. “Sorry it's been a shit day, Seto,” Joey breathed into the phone. But a small happiness flickered inside of him. Kaiba might be angry, but he was angry because he’d been kept apart from Joey.

Kaiba didn’t acknowledge his apology, instead stating, “I need to talk to Mokuba, and then I’ll be down. Bring your car around. I’ll meet you up front.”

It took twenty minutes for Kaiba to finally walk out of the entrance of KaibaCorp, and he flung open the back door, unceremoniously dropped his briefcase and coat in the back seat, and then clambered into the front seat, slamming the front door closed.

“Go,” he said, eyes fixed on the road ahead of them.

Wordlessly, Joey did as instructed, stealing cautious glances at Kaiba in the light cast by the street lamps. “I know ya probably can’t tell me anythin’ about what’s goin’ on, and that’s fine. But let me know if ya need anythin’, alright?”

Kaiba closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I need to forget about it, at the moment.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do,” Joey assured. “We’re late, but I’m pretty sure we can still get a table at Laurent’s. Since it’s you, ya know?”

“You didn’t make a reservation?”

“I did,” Joey said. “We’re just way later than I made it for.”

Kaiba looked at the time on the car dash display and scowled. “They wasted my whole fucking evening,” he seethed.

“Not the whole evenin’,” Joey said. “Ya still get to have dinner with me. And I bought tiramisu to have at home when we get back, too.” Reaching out and taking Kaiba’s hand, he gave it a reassuring squeeze. “You get to see me, right? That’s what ya wanted most, isn’t it?”

Kaiba sighed, threading his fingers through Joey’s. “I didn’t want anything else.”

“Next year your birthday is a Sunday, so we’ll spend the whole day together just the two of us. Screw any work emergencies,” Joey said.

“Your next birthday is a Saturday,” Kaiba returned.

“It is, isn’t it?” Joey mused. “Maybe we can do something then, too? Nothing too big ‘cuz I’ve got school. But maybe like a trip around Christmas break or somethin’?”

“This mess should be calmed down by then,” Kaiba agreed. “I’ll make arrangements.”

“Cool,” Joey said with a grin.

Kaiba gave him a lopsided, tired smile. The day had certainly worn out the brunet, and Joey couldn’t say he found it surprising. But being able to make a worn out, tired, and grumpy Seto Kaiba smile, taking away some of his neverending stress, that was the best gift Joey could give him. And he’d give it over and over again so long as Kaiba kept smiling for him, holding his hand, and snuggling close in bed while confiding in him. The long nights and deep conversations and all the good stuff in their relationship that made it worth dealing with the bad. That’s what Joey wanted to give Kaiba. As much as good and happiness as he could.

As dinner came and went, Kaiba’s tension visibly lifted, and Joey delighted in knowing that he was the reason for it. Kaiba held his hand, stroking his thumb along the backside. When they got home, the tiramisu was forgotten in favor of heading to bed, a nice romp in the sheets topping off the night instead. And Joey hoped Kaiba had enjoyed it as much as he had. From the way Kaiba settled into a deep, peaceful slumber, Joey figured he had.

#kaijou #kaijou week 2019 #Violetshipping #puppyshipping

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mzminola · 4 years

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Mom talk: emotional boundaries and hoarding/impulse-shopping discussed below the cut.

I honestly can’t fucking remember if I saw my mom in person twice this year or three times. I think it was three times. I’m like pretty sure the awkward conversation with lots of crying outside that one coffee shop wasn’t the summer visit, which would mean there was a spring one. So I guess I can remember? Unless it was the same visit.

It feels like every time we see each other in person we wind up having some Way Too Deep conversation along with all our more fun fandom and politics chatter. On the phone we seem to mostly stick to...not necessarily lighter topics, but they’re not so personal? It’s not like I’ve been logging this, I don’t know. I know it’s not just her bringing stuff up, I definitely have a habit (that she cultivated) of over-sharing and it’s way harder to guard my tongue in person than on the phone. Especially since the getting brunch/coffee & taking a walk around the meeting point conversations tend to go way longer than the phone calls. I don’t plan on cutting the visits off entirely so I need to...strategize how to strengthen my filter, and come up with some script for conversational boundaries.

The visits also grind her hoarding tendencies in my face more since the walks inevitably take us into the local shops. Maybe it would work better if I could convince her to take our coffees back down to the waterfront? Experience says we’ll still wind up in at least one shop, though.

This time I got the impulse to go into a bookshop, found some authors I’d been keeping an eye out for, and bought two books. It was my first time purchasing something there in years (I think I bought a calendar several years ago?), and I live closer now, so I went ahead and signed up for their little buyer rewards program. I think it’s that my purchases will be tallied over time and eventually I’ll get store credit?

Mom promptly ask the clerk if multiple people can have their purchases go towards one person’s rewards. So that when she visits the area, if she buys something, I’d get the points! The clerk said yes, and I half-joked about Mom living elsewhere and therefore not getting her own rewards record.

She didn’t ask me if I was comfortable with that, before asking the clerk. I can’t remember if she checked with me about it during the banter after. I’m...okay with the idea of her book purchases over here during visits going to my tally, but I really would have preferred if she’d asked me first. We’ve got way too much uncomfortable history about combined finances for springing this on me to be cool.

I don’t think she realizes how uncomfortable I am with that history.

Later we went into an art supply shop, she had a specific supply she needed (so much art and crafting in this family). I noticed this cute itsy-bitsy color pencils set at the check-out counter and made the mistake of exclaiming “oh, cute!” out loud. Mom promptly decided to buy it, and then the clerk (did their job, can’t begrudge ‘em) told her a slightly different version with an itsy-bitsy sharpener or something would be coming in later. Like the next week?

But, you know. Mom’s visiting from out of town. She won’t likely be back next week.

Mom half-turns to me and cheerfully says “you’ll just have to come back and pick one up for me!”

I, thank fucking goodness, immediately and automatically went “nope” in a...possibly cheerful, at least not negative, voice. She stalled a bit, and then suggested we do another visit next month (so she could get it without doing the trip just for that), and I reminded her that I don’t get any time off in December this year. She acknowledged this was true, and the subject was dropped. To be fair, she really does want to see me more frequently.

I’ve been handling the “Mom’s gonna wanna go in the shops” aspect of our visits okay, back when they were once or twice a year. I just remind myself that I’m allowed to enjoy window shopping the way I enjoy looking at strangers’ gardens, and that she’s a grown ass adult and therefore it’s not my job to discourage her from making impulse purchases (as opposed to when I was stuck living back home and got guilt tripped about adding to household expenses and- /record scratch/)

But this time she did the “treating me like an extension of her” thing.

I don’t like that.

I don’t want her to do that.

And I don’t fucking know what the normal lines between loved ones are supposed to be, so I don’t know where, when, and how to draw them.

I think I did okay this time. I think the rewards program thing would have just been a “wow, Mom didn’t ask me first, that’s annoying but I can cope” moment if it hadn’t been followed by her trying to directly make me responsible for her getting a cute little art thing she wanted to buy. I always assume there’s a “more graceful” way of handling things like that than I actually achieve, but do I need to be graceful? Is it not sufficient to simply be firm? I’m still not good at firm with her. I mostly rely on avoidance.

Which. Like. This makes me want to avoid her! This whole heavy conversation topic thing makes me want to visit less, the whole shopping thing reminds me of the hoarded environment I grew up in, the treating me as an extension of her thing REALLY fucking makes me want to avoid her!

I know “Mom, when you do X, it makes me want to not be around you” is a straightforward script I could potentially use, but it feels too blunt! It feels too much like I’m threatening to cut her off! I think if I say that she will react with lots of upset emotions, and even if she (has more grace then me) makes sure to have those emotions where I don’t witness them personally, I have been fucking conditioned to fret about those emotions and try to fix them for her.

Anyway this Fall Out Boy album I’m listening to just hit the lyrics “I love the whole world I just don’t love the way it makes me feel” as I was about to write “I love my mom but I don’t want to be around her for awhile” so like, thanks FOB.

My main tool for boundary enforcement is distance and it looks like, after doing more Mom-visits than normal this year, I gotta cut ‘em down again for awhile. Don’t know how I should/could handle it when she next asks about a visit, but yeah, I need more boundary practice, and I want more distance for now.

/head in hands/ ugh.

Edit: and she (with permission) sent me a copy of a book I’ve been wanting, and I’m going to send her a doll I don’t want anymore for her to either keep or pass along to her doll club, and both those things would be so much more fine if the art supply store thing hadn’t happened.

#misc Min tag #let's just go ahead and tag this with #emotional abuse #fuck enmeshment fuck it I hate it

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darlingpetao3 · 5 years

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Rewrite the Stars (Harry Wells x Reader, Chapter 10 - Pretty Woman AU)

Rating: Mature

Summary: While on a business trip, Harrison “Harry” Wells has a chance meeting with the Reader on the streets of Star City. Both from two very different worlds, these two spend the week together under the form of a ‘business proposition,’ only to discover that their feelings are more than strictly professional. Based on the 1990 film Pretty Woman.

Warnings: Topic of Sex-Work, Sexual Content, Unwanted Physical Advances, Coarse Language, and Major Feels

Tag list: @thecaptainsgingersnap @seabasstiantrash @cavanaghcollins @obsessedadryana @technicallykawaiisoul @ill-breach-you-there-right-now @drwellwellwells

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

A/N: The song for this chapter is The Way You Look Tonight and can be found on our playlist here.

Ready for the most romantic date on earth??

~Him~

“Jack, I can’t talk right now,” I said hurriedly into the phone. “I’m leaving soon for my date. I can’t-”

“Date? Since when do you have a date, Harrison? That’s not like you! Is it with the hooker?”

“I’d be careful if I were you, Jack.”

“What? I’m just saying, no matter how bad the date goes, at least you’ll have a happy ending if you know what I mean-”

I hung up on the bastard, trying not to let my temper get the better of me. There was no way in hell I was going to let anyone or anything ruin tonight with (Y/N). It had to be perfect. She deserved perfect.

I was stood out in the main room of the penthouse, waiting for her to come out from behind the closed doors of the bedroom. I felt nervous, which was incredibly unlike me, and I took to pacing a small section of the room and fiddling with my white shirt collar every so often.

I checked my watch and knew that we would have to leave in fifteen minutes if we were going to make it on time, information which I shared with (Y/N).

“Good things come to those who wait,” she shouted back. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Okay,” I replied, but I went back to pacing anyway if just to occupy myself and keep my nerves at bay.

A few minutes later, (Y/N) emerged finally from the bedroom in the most sublime red dress that could probably make the world stand still.

Though mine already had.

“Pick up your jaw, hot stuff,” she said cheekily. “And my eyes are up here.”

“You look…” I couldn’t even finish my sentence.

She smiled, taking a few steps further towards me before kissing my cheek. She was the definition of beauty and sophistication. It took me a second to remember I had something for her. I grabbed the box on the desk behind me and held it in front of her.

“Now, this is only a loan, but I thought you might like to wear this for tonight,” I said, and opened the lid, presenting her with a glittering diamond and ruby necklace. (Y/N)’s eyes widened in amazement.

“I get to wear that?” she said, apprehensive to touch the jewelry piece.

“If you let me do the honours?” I removed the item with care from the box and stood behind her to place it around her neck. She looked in the mirror at it, her smile brighter than the necklace itself.

“Harrison… how did you- how much is this thing worth?”

“Quarter of a million.”

“Whaa-? Are you pulling my leg?” Her eyes had gone wide, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

We made our way down to the lobby side by side, all the while passing hotel guests and staff whose heads turned as we walked by them. Although, this time, they were undeniably looking at (Y/N). But not with judgement.

I led her outside where I had a ride arranged to take us to the airfield. Where we were going wasn’t in Star City.

Once we were comfortably seated in the back of the car, (Y/N) excitedly turned to me.

“So, where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” I said, trying not to smile at the way she looked so desperate to know. She practically bounced the whole way to our destination and tried to pry a few clues from me, but I remained tight-lipped.

I helped her step out of the limousine and onto the tarmac upon arrival. Her eyebrows shot up at that sight of my jet sitting there waiting for us. (Y/N) turned to me. “Harry, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to impress me.”

I grinned. “What gave you that impression?”

She shook her head at me and took my arm as I led her to our personal transportation to Central City for the evening.

“The Ballet?”

“Do you like it?” I asked as (Y/N) looked at the programme for Swan Lake I’d handed to her.

“I’ve always wanted to go…” she said, nodding. Believe it or not, I wasn’t aware of this fact. I only saw the event as a perfect opportunity for a night out.

I almost fell as I accompanied her up the velvety red stairs to our seats. It didn’t matter that (Y/N) wore the most expensive clothing and diamonds here. I sincerely believed she was more beautiful - inside and out - than anyone else in this room. I only had eyes for her.

We walked out onto the balcony to find our seats, and I turned to see if (Y/N) was alright but noticed she had stopped in her tracks. Her eyes studied the auditorium - the stage, the golden lights, the many people below us finding their seats.

“Are you coming, (Y/N)?”

“Yeah.”

I knew that if this was her reaction to the venue alone, I couldn’t imagine how blown away she’d look during the performance. All I knew was that I wouldn’t be able to keep my eyes off her once the show started.

We reached our seats and (Y/N) folded her hands in her lap, looking down at the stage with a look of awe. I placed my hand over hers which at once drew her attention to me, and she laced our fingers together. I smiled softly as I rubbed little circles on her skin.

The lights went out a few minutes later and the show began. The dancing was flawless and captivating, but as I’d predicted, I found (Y/N)’s reactions to be even more so.

She became especially enchanted with the dances of the Prima Ballerina and her two roles during the third act and at the tragic end of the ballet, she squeezed my hand tightly, and I watched her brush away some tears with the side of her hand.

When the dancers came out to take their bows, she was one of the first people on their feet, clapping with such enthusiasm that I knew I didn’t have to ask whether she’d enjoyed it.

Retaking her hand, I led her out of the theatre, but she was gushing the whole way down to the car.

“Did you see how elegant they were, Harry? And being up on their toes like that, doesn’t it hurt? It’s incredible.”

“It really is,” I replied, helping her down the stairs so that she didn’t trip on her dress.

One older lady seemed to overhear her wonder-filled comments and asked whether she’d enjoyed the show, and (Y/N) replied with how thrilled she was to have seen it. She turned to me when the lady had moved on, and I could see on her face at how delighted she was not to be on the end of someone’s judgement like she had been this week. She could just talk about something she loved.

I led her outside into the still bustling street, even though it was relatively late.

“Where are we going now, Harry?” she asked as I opened the door for her.

“Somewhere special.”

We drove a little further away from the centre of the city before getting out again. (Y/N) looked a little confused for a moment, but then I gestured above to the circular building containing my life’s (and future) work. “(Y/N)... welcome to S.T.A.R. Labs.”

She studied every section of the Labs as we passed through the glass doors, marvelling at our displays in the lobby, and the history along the walls. I wanted to show her every little thing, but there was one place in particular I needed her to see.

We took the elevator up a few floors and I guided her in the direction of our journey’s end. The finale, if you will.

Unlocking the door in front of me with my retina scan, I took her hand and led her into the pitch black room. I felt her hand grip mine tighter.

“It’s okay,” I said softly. “Give it a second.”

I clicked a button on the fob in my pocket creating the first few twinkles appearing above us, followed by a few more, quickly growing in number until the entire room simulated a starry night. I heard her take in a breath.

“This is… It’s… I’m-”

For the first time since I’d known (Y/N), she was the one at a loss for words.

I clicked a different button on the fob and music began to play over the speaker system. I held out my hand. “Care to dance?”

I’d chosen the song before I’d seen her dressed up tonight, but now, the words to The Way You Look Tonight mirrored what I was feeling when I looked at her. She was bewitching, but I couldn’t put it into words myself.

She laughed softly, still smiling in wonder, but didn’t hesitate in taking my hand, and I brought her close to me. I placed my hand on the small of her back as hers went around me to hold my shoulder from behind. She rested her chin on my shoulder and leaned her head against mine softly, and we began to sway in the middle of the constellations shining around us.

Indeed the centre of our own little universe.

We stayed in each other’s hold for a minute, moving in time to the music, until I slid my hand to her waist and encouraged her to spin out and then back into my arms, just to watch her giggle. I did it again, but this time when she turned back, our faces ended up an inch apart from each other. Looking into my eyes, she blinked a few times, as though she was considering closing the gap, but then dipped her head and just rested herself against my chest again. She wound her arms around my middle and tucked her head under my chin.

I breathed in the scent of her hair in my inaudible sigh, and just wrapped my arms around her as the song came to an end. But (Y/N) didn’t move from where she was hugging me, so I didn’t either. Instead, I continued to sway on the spot, turning in a small circle so that she could see all of the stars around us.

“Tell me about them,” she said quietly, the noise muffled by my shirt, and truthfully I almost missed it.

“Hmm?”

“The stars. Tell me about them,” she repeated, pulling back a little to look at me again. I just smiled and nodded, taking her hand before helping her down to the floor with me, as gracefully as I could.

We lay down on our backs, fingers joined between us, gazing up at the domed ceiling and I started to talk about the constellations. I pointed them out to her, told her about the stories behind them and answered her questions, some of them genuinely surprising me at times.

“Not one of them is the same, is it?” she asked, looking over at me.

“No, they’re all unique,” I told her, meeting her eyes and giving her hand a soft squeeze.

I didn’t know how long we laid there, but I knew I could stay there with her forever. This evening had gone better than I ever could have hoped for.

And I also knew that I couldn’t hope to suppress my feelings for her anymore. I’d known she’d unlocked something the night we’d met, but now, as cliche as it sounded, I was willing to give her the key to my heart. I wanted to know what else she could make me feel just by spending time in her company.

She was making me a better man.

We could just make out a clock chiming eleven outside and decided that it was time to leave, however much neither of us wanted to. But we did need to get back to Star City after all.

I was afraid I would fall asleep on the way back to the hotel. I’d spent every minute of today planning and organizing this night for (Y/N) to go off without a hitch. I blinked my eyes to keep myself awake, but mostly for the sole purpose of revelling in her holding onto me in the back of the car as we left the airfield and made our way back towards uptown Star City.

I rested my cheek on the top of her head and brought our joined hands up to kiss the back of hers.

I had to tell her.

#reader insert #harrison wells x reader #harrison wells imagine #harrison wells fanfiction #harry wells x reader #harry wells imagine #earth-2 Harrison Wells X reader #earth-2 Harrison Wells imagine #the flash imagine #the flash fanfiction #pretty woman au #central-city-meta-pocalypse

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shadowsndaisies · 6 years

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Chocolate

a/n: cute lil idea that came to mind :) enjoy! masterlist

It was storming in Gotham and nobody, not even the Joker, was crazy enough to be out tonight. Bruce had called right before the power went out telling us to keep indoors tonight. I had been at Jason’s all day helping him with some spring cleaning and decided to spend the night, knowing I’d have to walk through the storm to get home. We lit candles and turned on a few lanterns throughout the apartment and were chilling on his couch. His laptop was open on the coffee table and playing a movie we found in his DVD’s.

“Do you know why I love chocolate?” I asked Jason suddenly, my foot lightly nudging his side as we sat on opposite ends. We were currently in the process of consuming anything in his fridge that could melt or go bad.

“Because it’s sweet?” he guessed, his eyes still trained on the screen.

“Well, obviously, but it’s more than that,” I begin, moving to sit up. I reached over to the computer and hit the space button to pause the movie, gaining his full attention. “There are so many different kinds of chocolate and just about all of them are amazing. Chocolate is like the steadiest part of my life that’s also too good and too established to change. It’s here when I’m celebrating when I need a pick me up, or when I’m moody, it’s basically my safety net…” I trail now staring at the small square in my hand.

It’s silent for a moment as Jay takes in everything I’ve said and then he starts to laugh, cackle, really.

“Laugh all you want Todd,” I call out. “Chocolate’s my best friend,” I smirk as he shuts up.

“Sorry doll, but that’s my job,” he huffed a small pout on his lips.

“Not anymore,” I smiled taking the last bite of the delectable treat in my hand. “Chocolate doesn’t laugh at me.”

Suddenly his hands are around me and his fingers are digging into my sides. He had launched himself over the middle of the couch to be on top of me as he tickled me, causing me to lay down and squirm against his hold. Despite trying my best not to laugh, the giggles begin to spill from my lips on their own accord.

“St….sto….Stop! Stop! Jay! Please!” I wheezed out between laughs as his fingers refused to let up on their torturous ways.

“Not until you take it back, and say out loud that I Jason Peter Todd am a better best friend than chocolate can ever hope to be,” he stated with a dramatic flair to his tone as I continued to gasp for air in between my fits of laughter.

My sides now had that dull pain to them as my abdomen continued to spasm as Jay was still tickling me. “Ok!” I huffed out. “I’ll say it, just stop!” I begged.

“Gotta say it first doll,” he smirked, still above me.

“You’re better!” I squeaked. “You’re my best friend!” I panted as he slowly ended his attack, his hands still pressed against my waist, waiting for me to either finish his request or continue tickling me if I refuse to give in. “You’re a better best friend than chocolate. Jay...” I sighed as I caught my breath.

My eyes shut as I tried to get my breathing back to normal, when it had evened out enough they fluttered open and met Jason’s blue orbs. His hands were still around my waist and he was still basically atop of me as he looked at me.

“Oh god, you’re the worst,” I huffed, pushing him back to his side of the couch as I sat up, my sides still sore.

“Correction, I’m your best friend,” He winked settling comfortably on his side.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night Todd,” I smirked.

He moved towards me once again but this time to dodge him I tumbled, ungracefully, to the floor beside the couch, landing with a thud.

“Are you okay?” he laughed, he was now spread out on the couch, looking down at me.

“Lovely,” I groaned and my skin prickled with goosebumps from the cold.

While in my blanket burrito I was surrounded by warmth, plus the warmth that Jay provides all on his own, here, on the cold hardwood floors of his apartment with no power to fuel the heater, I was already freezing. Bringing my hands to support me I wobbled into a point where I was able to use them to stabilize myself as I stood up. I took the few steps that put me back on the couch and slipped into blankets beside Jason. He opened his arm to envelop me which I was thankful for.

“The fuck?” he asked softly. “You were out for like 20 seconds how’re you this cold?” his voice was shocked as my skin came in contact with his, his arm that wrapped around me pulled me even closer.

“I freeze easy,” I mutter, snuggling back into him.

“Understatement of the year,” he laughed, still holding me tight.

A smile danced on my lips as we slowly fell asleep to the sound of the rain hitting the outside.

I felt warm and content as somebody began shaking me, cracking my eyes open slightly I notice I turned while I slept last night because now I was face to face with Jason’s chest. He was the one who was shaking me slightly.

“Morning, doll,” He whispered and my cheeks burned due to our proximity. “Sorry to wake you, but uh I’ve really gotta use the can…” he trailed and I realized how I was laying partially atop of him.

“Sorry, Jay,” I hummed sitting up slightly, wobbling on the end.

“Careful, don’t want you falling again,” he laughed holding onto my hips.

“C’mon you know gravity and I have a complicated relationship,” I joke standing up.

“Better than most,” he admitted standing and walking towards his bathroom, stretching as he went, and from here I could see how his back flexed as he stretched and my cheeks burned a bit brighter as I realized I was admiring a bit more than a friend should.

Shaking my head I walk to the kitchen and check the lights, they flicker on and I smiled at the simplicity of knowing the lights were once again working. I made myself a glass of water and as I walked back towards the couch the door was being knocked on. Setting the cup down I rushed to the door and opened it. In front of me was Dick, Tim, and Damian, they all had raised eyebrows at seeing me.

“G’morning boys,” I smile moving aside so they can all enter.

“Hey,” Dick hugged me coming in.

“I was about to cook some breakfast, you guys hungry?” I asked walking back to the kitchen.

“Always,” Tim smiled heading for Jay’s coffee machine.

“Doesn’t that t-shirt belong to Todd?” Damian asked suddenly and I nearly dropped the carton of eggs I pulled from the cooler that Jay had set up for perishables last night.

“Yes it does,” Jason called walking back into the room and spotting his brothers, also saving me from embarrassing myself anymore.

“I got this if you want to shower,” he said grabbing the eggs from me.

“M’kay,” I hummed walking off, ruffling Damian styled hair as I went, receiving a “tt” in response.

I walked into Jay’s room and opened the bottom drawer, pulling clothes that I’d left on numerous occasions. Before heading into the bathroom. I was in no rush but nor did I dilly dally as I went, I used Jay’s shampoo and then my conditioner, another item I had long since brought but Jay seemed to be the one who’d restock on it every now and again. As the shower shut off I could hear the boys in the kitchen.

“-she practically lives here!” you heard Dick argue.

“And?” Jay asked as if expecting more from his brother.

You paused, you knew they were talking about you. What other female lived in Jay’s apartment more than you did, nobody. Still, you held your breath curious about what they were discussing and how it concerned you, it probably wasn’t smart. To eavesdrop on them but then again you knew they were talking about you.

“And?” Tim questioned back. “And what? She’s just your best friend?” he mocked.

There it was, the topic was your relationship to Jay, it’s been something everybody’s been pushing. And there was something there, after years of being best friends after dealing with his death and then his return from the grave nobody in the world could compare in your heart to Jason Peter Todd.

“Don’t mock me, kid. And drop it okay, (y/n) and I, whatever we are. Best friends or something else it’s up to us. Me and her, everybody else can back the fuck off,” his voice was tense as if this were a reoccurring thing.

Babs, Steph, and Cass had all prodded me earlier this week asking about our relationship and now I could see his brothers were doing just as his sisters had with me. Shaking my head I ran a hand through my damp hair as I exited the room and walked back to the boys.

Breakfast was basic, Dick had come over, more to check on us than anything else. Both of Jason and mines phones had died last night and we had been unable to charge them. He had also been the one to drag Tim and Damian along. After we ate we lounged around his apartment. I talked animals with Damian, and a bit of politics and news with Tim as Dick and Jason sat at the kitchen island discussing something. Every now and again my eyes would flick to Jason, about an hour later Jason made eye contact with me and I sent him a small lazy lopsided smile, one that he returned.

His brothers left a bit after that and I began getting my stuff together, I had an evening event for work tonight that I had to go get ready for.

“Hey, where you going?” Jason asked as I picked my bag up around 3 in the afternoon.

“Home, I have a work thing later on,” I told him grabbing my jacket.

“What thing?”

“Some charity gala, I’m positive Bruce’ll be there,” I smile.

“Oh…” was all he said.

“See ya later Todd,” I bid him as he hugged me before I left.

A few hours later I was all decked out, a stunning (f/c) dress was wrapped around my figure paired with matching heels. My makeup was minimal as I so preferred it to be, my hair fell in big loose curls in a high ponytail with a few loose, face-framing curls. Stepping out of my car I flattened out my dress and gave myself a once over in the camera of my phone before slipping it in my clutch and heading to the elevator. Using my FOB I got up to the top and started doing some last minute touch-ups. Soon enough guests started to fill in and then the ballroom was packed. People were schmoozing other people out of checks and donations. I spotted Mr. Wayne early on but only was able to send him a smile and a wave before another cluster of people surrounded him.

Eventually, people had drifted apart and I was left alone, collapsing back at my table my hand went down to rub my ankles. The shoes I had chosen, while pretty, I was beginning to regret as my feet began to ache into pain.

“You know you could ditch the heels, doll,” A voice said sitting down beside me and a smile played on my lips, he was the only one who ever called me that.

“You know what they say, Jay. Beauty is pain and shit,” I laugh humorlessly while glaring at the shoes. “I thought you hated galas?” I ask looking back up to him.

“I do, especially when all the rats climb out of the sewer to slick back their hair with oil and try to schmooze money from each other with lies,” Jason's eyes narrowed as he scanned the crowd.

“Gee, thanks. It’s not like I spent months putting this together,” I sighed, slouching into my chair.

“But…” he trailed, gaining my attention once more. “I like you more than I hate these things,” he winked.

A smile came to my lips at this, bad boy Jason “I came back from hell” Todd came to gala because he liked me more. “So how long till you duck out and leave?” I smirk knowing he won't last long.

“Depends, how much of this shit do you still have to do?” he countered.

“I think I’m actually done, at least, until somebody calls for me to fix whatever crap they messed up,” I puffed, blowing one of the big curls out of my face.

“You’re done?” he repeated.

“Basically,” I smiled.

“Go on a date with me,” he said.

It wasn’t a question and it didn’t have to be, not at this point. At this point, the only ones who weren’t aware that Jay and I whatever we may be were more than friends, was Jay and me.

“Just like that?”

“What more do you need. I got you and you got me. Let’s go, right now. We can get some dinner and head back to my place for movie night, maybe dessert,” his eyebrows wiggled at the end and a loud laugh slipped passed my lips.

“Have you no shame, Mr. Todd?” I smiled.

“Not with you, doll,” he winked.

“Okay,” I nodded. “Let’s go.”

He stood up first and offered me his arm as we slowly slipped from the center of the room towards an exit.

“(Y/n)!” I heard someone shout and Jason stared at me as I stared into the crowd.

“Run,” I whispered pushing him, hastily, towards the exit.

“Woah, Woah, Woah. Wait, doll. You plus running in heels will only end badly,” he said stopping me.

One hand came up to his shoulder as the other slipped to my ankle and pulled the tie loose. Quickly I undid the other and as I let go of Jay I heard my name once more.

“Run,” He agreed to grab my hand and pulling me along.

We weaved through the remaining crowds before we got to the door. As we went through Bruce made eye contact with us before raising an eyebrow. My name was shouted once more and Bruce sent me “go,” as he stepped towards the source. I felt like a teenager all over again as Jay and I ran, we were a laughing mess as we stumbled into the elevator.

Catching our breath we faced each other Jay’s hand was still firmly grasping mine. Looking up into his eyes I found him staring at me. “Is this for real?” I asked watching him carefully.

“You and I have always been real, (y/n),” he muttered as a thumb brushed against my cheekbone.

“Is this date for real?” I restated.

“Yeah…” he whispered. “Yeah, it is.”

A smile broke my lips as the elevator dinged. We stepped out and I saw Jason’s bike, “Oh hell no,” I said stopping him.

“C’mon you’ve ridden on my bike before,” he teased.

“Not in an expensive dress,” I counter.

“I’ll pay for your dry cleaning,” he winked sitting down on the bike.

My teeth sunk into my bottom lip before I felt myself give in and get on behind him. He handed me his helmet and my arms wrapped around his torso, holding tight onto the edge of his tuxedo jacket. He didn’t have to ask and I didn’t have to offer where to go, we went where we always go. Maeve’s Dinner on 4th avenue, Miss M was the nicest lady you’d ever meet and her husband Joe was just as wonderful. Jay and I had stumbled into their dinner years ago when trying our best to avoid the rain that had suddenly started dumping.

Jason pulled up into a parking spot and together we walked in, the small bell ringing as Jay opened the door for me.

“I’ll be with-” Miss M began before catching sight of us. “Oh, you two, go ‘head your tables open,” she waved at us.

“Our table,” I mused aloud.

“Honestly, nobody eats here as much as we do. And we only ever eat right here, in this booth,” he smirked sliding across from me.

“True,” I laughed.

A few minutes later Miss M came by and gave Jay a beer and me an iced tea, the same thing we always ordered.

“Thank you, Miss M,” I smiled up to the kind old lady.

“Anything for you two sugars, I sent your orders in already, anything else?” she asked and Jay and I shared a look. We both had made our way through the entire menu together before deciding on what we like the best, it soon became our “usual”.

“Nah, I think we’re good,” Jay answered.

“Alrighty,” she laughed before walking off.

I turned back to Jason and saw he was once again staring at me, I could only stare back.

“(Y/n), you know I wasn’t trying to be demanding when I-” he began as if he owed me an explanation, but I cut him off.

I leaned across the table moving our drinks out of the way before grabbing his tie and pulling him closer.

“Just kiss me,” I whispered as we got close enough, and he did.

After everything the two of us had been through, after years of being in love with each other and years of simply being there, this was the only step left for us to take.

However, off by the kitchen counter, the two didn’t know but Joe and Maeve had watched the interaction, had seen the kiss.

“Lord at last,” Joe laughed, shaking his head.

“Hush, now baby. Let the sugars enjoy their moment,” She smiled at her husband. “And make ‘em a milkshake on the house.”

“Yes ma’am, what flavor?” he asked tapping the counter.

“For those two,” she began looking at the two twenty-something-year-olds. “Only chocolate would suffice.”

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fadeoftheinternet · 6 years

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Fall Out Boy Mania, 1 Listen Review

Guys, I’m not gonna lie, I was a little worried about Fall Out Boy after Champion came out last year. I didn’t think the album was sounding as good as it could be. When they announced it was being pushed back to make a better product, it was as though my heart could beat again. I’ve heard the singles and was a little bummed when the album was only 10 songs. That’s short and to the point without a lot of room for error. So how did they do?

Below is my Mania 1 listen Review!

Young and Menace. I understand why it’s so divisive in the fanbase, but I freaking LOVE THIS SONG. It’s a jam. Patrick Stump definitely is beginning the album with the same opening pomp as the last two fall out boy offerings. As an opener, it makes total sense. The placement gives you the feeling that this album is going to be a journey. For a song that’s nearly a year old, it sounds fresh. It’s not dated even though it probably should be. The Patrifications during the last minute of the song sound even better with the context that this is a palette cleansing album while also giving you vintage fall out boy. Plus, I love Andy’s drums!

Next up is Champion. Now, those of you who heard my first reaction know that I wasn’t a really big fan of Champion when it first came out. I felt like it was an easy ESPN pick up. I understand it’s place. It sounds natural coming after YAM. It keeps the energy. I still love the champion for the people who don’t believe in champions line. I can’t listen to the song without imagining it being retroactively added to a Rocky montage. Sylvester Stallone, this is the Balboa anthem you’ve been waiting for. For all you gym junkies and those that are just trying to reach 30 steps without breaking into a sweat, Champion is for you

Third song and first non single. Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea. Now that’s a title. I was like, am I missing something? Is this like a Sugar Honey Iced Tea situation? I was like SFRMT doesn’t mean anything. Oh well, lemme listen to the song. WHOA!!! I wasn’t ready for that intro. Holy crap. Early favorite. The vocals sound like Brendon Urie was in the studio and Patrick was trying to show him who’s boss. ARE YOU SMELLIN THE ——. Okay this chorus meant to be screamed by fresh faced teenagers who still believe in emo. “ALL MY CHILDHOOD HEROES HAVE FALLEN OFF OR DIED!” GFD PETE YOU KILLT EM THAT’S A DISS TRACK. This nigga Pat is singing in French. oh shoot. This song feels like, OH SHOOT BREAKDOWN, it feels like what I imagine elevator music on Planet Cybertron sounds like. Man, don’t let Michael Bay hear this song or it’ll be in the next ill fated Transformers movie. Dang, freaking jam.

Hold Me Tight or Don’t. OK. By far my favorite of the music videos released. Oh wait, Wilson is dope AF though. I like the bounce to this album. Initial reactions are I was right about this album sounding like Infinity on High mixed with ABAP. OF YOUUUUUU OF YOUUUUU. Dang, thats a freaking chorus. I imagine white girls everywhere singing to their friends, heads bobbing side to side, “Hold me tight….or don’t.” Yeah this song feels like the one that made the label believe again. BUT WE ALWAYS BELIEVED BECAUSE BELIEVERS NEVER DIE! Dang I took too many hits off this memory is a bar. Pete you haven’t lost your pen game. Nigga out here penning Drake songs nowadays. This song is anthemic. These dudes just know how to craft a sing a long. PATRICK IS THERE NO NOTE OUTSIDE OF YOUR RANGE GFD DUDE. Andy, you are a star with the drums, but let me not sleep on Joe’s guitar work. This song has you singing the chorus before you’re even done with the first listen. Definition of an ear worm. I imagine this is going to be a bonus song on Pixar’s Coco

Halfway through and FOB drops my favorite of the pre album singles. This song makes me feel like I’m driving in Las Vegas with college friends and making memories we’ll look back on. Dang. Windows are definitely down. That bass. Pete’s not just a writer, he’s got the groove on this song. CAUSE YOU’RE THE LAST OF A DYING BREED I WONDER IF YOUR THERAPIST KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT ME. Oh man, is this a love song in the most FOB kind of way? Don’t let anyone tell them they don’t use real instruments anymore. I am a collapsing star with tunnel vision, but only for you. What does that even mean? No one knows what it means but it’s provocative. Patrick, you can’t expect to be singing all of these live right? Like your voice will be shot. That guitar riff has me like, “nananananaaaaa” The bridges on this album have me like, “ooh issa bop.” I can’t even sing a long to fall out boy songs anymore. I just gotta shut up and hear Pat wail.

Wilson. Okay, have ya’ll seen the video? It’s great. such a meme. now honestly, i hate the way that this song begins. I just hate the vocal melody. But after the second talkin about i’m all in. This song was meant to be put in a California Hot Topic, you know the kind where it’s all emo but everyone is West Coast beautiful? That darker color line is going to be some angsty teen’s senior quote. Do people still need to find someone to teach them how to Dougie? Because this song has that level of groove to it. It’s the same type of style as like an America’s Suitehearts, in the sense of a dense chorus with a great rock to it. Man, after this album, i gotta say, it might be time to bust out the black eyeliner again. Man, i gotta find my skiniest jeans and shrink them again. This album, upon the first 6 songs, is better than ABAP. Wow. HITS. And then the ending is gorgeous

Church. TAKE ME TO CHURCH MAKE ME CATCH THAT HOLY GHOST. They got the organs. Ooh is this a love song? WHOA OKAY PAT. Okay, this song is big but probably my least favorite of the ones so far, however that may be due to the familiarity i have with the previous 6. Just not a lot of lyrical change. But this is Patrick pushing his voice to it’s limits. Okay the second half isbetter OH MY FREAKING GOSH THE INSTURMENTS JUST WENT OUT AND PATRICK SNAPPED AND SINGLE HANDEDLY SAVED THIS SONG I WILL COME BACK TO THIS SONG WOW. PATRIFICATION CONFIRMED THE FALL OUT BOY MACHINE AIN’T BROKE IF YOU WERE CHURCH I’D GET ON MY KNEES CONFIRMED

Heaven’s Gate? Hmm….they must have ran into some of them LDS missionaries. Ooh we got ourselves a what a catch slow jams patrick soul song. have ya’ll seen the meme of the woman jammin? imagine Leslie Knope jamming at a black church. That describes how i feel about this song. This song could have been on the end of a SUPER strong episode of One Tree Hill. Like it’s a coda where a bunch of stuff happens. I like the guitar pan to the right ear. It’s good. I’m not really sure what pat is singing, but I am enjoying it. Patrick sings like a baptist confirmed. PATRICK WHAT DO YOU NEED LET ME GIVE YOU THE BOOST. Oh man, is this a choir coming??? Oh yes, ya’ll are going to be listening to Heaven’s Gate for a while. This is the one that is gonna get you through hard days in the future. This is a song to save someone’s life.

Sunshine Riptide (feat. Burna Boy). Rap feature? Maybe? Lol the opening line made me laugh. Nigga hit a missy elliot. you’ll get it. There’s a lot of things going on auditory wise. Okay, this song was made during the same time as Hold Me Tight or Don’t. Actually it also gives me the same vibes as Champion too? Whoa, it’s a rasta feature. Oh man, YA’LL NEED TO GET CHANCE THE RAPPER ON THE REMIX GOOD GOD THAT FEATURE JUST PUT ME IN THAT MOOD I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SAY THAT OH SHOOT, THESE NIGGAS TRY BE FALL OUT THE BOYS. I’m a fan of this one. Ya’ll tryna get a nigga to find his XD emoticons and band tees for the last warped tour. Too bad all the singles have been released because this song feels like it’s begging to be put on a CW show like 90210 or Arrow trailer. HIT.

Bishops Knife Trick. Okay Fetzer, what you got for us? It’s the final song and I feel like I’ve been on a nonstop ride the whole time. Soulful pat? Wasn’t ready for it. It’s also the longest song on the album, clocking in at 4:23. This song sounds like, I can’t believe I’m gonna say what i’m gonna say, it sounds like the album that would have been made in between IOH and SRAR if the others didn’t exist. It’s like both. You won’t get it until you hear it. This is a thoughtful song. I need to listen to the album again with the lyrics so i can appreciate this song more. Patrick’s voice is an instrument. He’s not a singer in the conventional sense. Sometimes his words don’t sound like words. Dang, don’t let this album end. Don’t let it end. Don’t let it end. The last song flows into Young and Menace. Wow, ya’ll did you fast. Fall out boy, is the knife trick ya’ll revitalizing your sound and your fanbase? Because you most certainly have.

8/10 album. Church was the weakest song on the album, Heaven’s gate was the most meaningful and arguably the strongest

#fall out boy #mania #album review #m a n i a #FOB #believers never die #young and menace #champion #stay frosty royal milk tea #hold me tight or don't #the last of the real ones #wilson #expensive mistakes #church #heaven's gate #sunshine riptide #bishops knife trick

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Cafe AU Main Post (The Cozy Place Cafe)

Okay, this is probably a big silly long post of nonsense, but I’m really serious about making this Cafe/Coffee Shop AU a thing big time. Having been to my fair share of hanging out in Starbucks, Coffee Bean, and smaller cafes (including my time in college), I can safely say that I would love to imagine an AU where me and many of the fam bunch run a cafe in the awkward love child of FRIENDS, The Office, and Parks and Recreation.

So if you don’t mind the madness that will ensue here, then click and read this thing:

So, Mari’s family runs this cozy cafe for quite a long time in the heart of (insert name of whatever city in the godforsaken world). Harry and Kairi are obviously still adopted into the family, at just ages 9 and 5 respectively here. The cafe’s name is The Cozy Place, lame name based off the Good Place TV show (might change it someday).

The Space Grumps himself, 12th Doc, is the main manager of the joint; sure, he’s a grumpy old Scottish fart who always feels that he’s surrounded by idiots (customers and employees alike whenever they give him a hard time), but he’s quite a lovable goofball once you get to know him more. Loves to listening to rock music (although he wouldn’t let you in on it), wears shades occasionally, awful in being not socially awkward, carries a fob watch at all times, and doesn’t do hugs. He’s basically the kids’ mentor to teach them the ropes and one of the oldest members in the staff.

Kirby is a loyal new employee in charge of cooking food along with Michiru & Ron and taking orders in the afternoon shift, but since he’s new to the job and a little baby, he’s pretty slow on doing his assigned task. And he has a tendency to occasionally eat what food he makes, still, he’ll try to resist the temptation for the most part and is always happy to see customers new and old.

Michiru and Ron handle much of the food preparations like pastries (with the head baker Jacob Kowalski), salads, sandwiches, pastas, soups, and more. Michiru is the Lesbian Team Mom who is kind, friendly, and always there to talk to, though she can be sneaky in speculating the everyday madness within the team, holds shipping guessing games during off hours, and she can handle such madness so much before she could snap back in sharp anger. Her girlfriend Haruka, their friend Setsuna, their foster daughter Hotaru, and the Inner Senshi are regulars to the cafe; sometimes Michiru would give the Outer Senshi something to eat for the day ahead before the next shift starts. Meanwhile, Ron is the witty sarcastic joker who never fails to multitasking the stuff he’s given, although he does have insecurity issues being mostly underappreciated by his own family and he does have concerns over his siblings being more off-kilter than he is (mostly with his older twin brothers Fred and George). It got a little worse when his sister Ginny tried to flirt with Harry and Ron had to reprimand her in front of the public out of concern; since the incident, she has moved from trying to get Harry’s attention to dating an unknown person instead.

Hermione is the dutiful by the books barista who wouldn’t dare to break the rules in everyday life and in work but does do it anyway in mild amounts. One of the well-read of the staff (outside Mari, Philip, the Doctor, and Michiru), has an adorable awkward relationship with Ron, manager of the library in the cafe, and knows nearly all drink recipes by heart and mind.

Harry is the kitchen manager of the cafe: responsible for checking & ordering ingredient supplies and running the kitchen, Team Dad, knows how the business works, normally chill guy to talk to, but man this guy has a temper! He’ll crush you with brutal honesty if you’re being a jerk. Has a crush on Issa (who’s a regular frequenting the place as a journalist working nearby, to which he responds through shy blushing and ducking under the register), best (overprotective) brother to Mari and Kairi, and bad customers & employees’ worst nightmare. Harry never lets them to get away with it and will make bad customers to leave and bad employees to do kitchen chores as a punishment should they get out of line.

Kairi is the resident latte art maker: people never forget the creative doodles she makes on their drinks (thanks to her art degree) & her calligraphy-like way of writing their names in the cups, up and about in fulfilling orders, and always there to give you a smile. Dates Sora the barista, and can be too much of a chatterbox at times.

Sora and Riku also work as baristas: Sora is the adorkable excitable bean and Riku is the calm & collected dude. The kids’ childhood friends, and since Sora & Kairi are dating, Riku will tease the two out of fun and Mari & Harry often join him as well for the same reasons. Sora finds it really awkward to deal with that they’re working altogether under one roof, although Kairi doesn’t seem to mind it in ever.

Marina may only work in the cafe part-time on weekends and holidays and being mute can be an obstacle for her when it comes to getting orders, but she’s a dedicated employee willing to help out, has a patience of a saint, and is quick in taking orders on paper like a soldier at war, although her usual self-sacrificing habit can be taxing on her mental health and it does worry Mari, the cafe staff, and her adopted folks a couple of times. It doesn’t even help that Ventus also works as a part-time employee in the cafe too, which leads to tons of adorable crush moments between the two as they help out the business. Mari’s family wants to make sure that the cafe is safe for everyone to come over and to work in regardless of religion, race, sexuality, disabilities, etc., and especially with Mari being autistic and Harry being a survivor of child abuse. The cafe taking in Marina and a few others further strengthens this belief even more and they are hoping to find and train more employees with disabilities in the near future, as well as treating them right as they do with Marina.

Mari is the assistant manager to the Doctor and the actual heiress to the business, but she’s basically the heart of the group: ensuring that the whole place doesn’t burn and running efficiently as heck. Will mince you with harsh brutally honest words if you dare to cross her, the customers, her family and friends, and everyone else. Quite smart for her age, though her Asperger-induced social awkwardness can be a weak point and it frustrates her a lot.

Philip is another new hire to the cafe and is low key having a noticeable crush on Mari, but he couldn’t spill it out. He and Mari don’t usually see each other often due to him working in a different shift, but there are multiple times when the cafe is understaffed and needs more back up during the more intense rush hours, and he is assigned to the same shift as Mari’s schedule: that’s when sparks do fly between them and it gets adorable and awkward at the same time. Their mutual friend, Theodosia Burr, is a regular taking up Law and she highly suspects that Philip is hiding his feelings towards Mari, hence her constant nagging on him to go on a date with Mari (which is not happening, yet).

Issa, as said above in Harry’s section, is a rising star journalist whose work place is near to the cafe, and that fact is helpful for her whenever she needs to get something to eat or get her coffee fix. Her frequent visits has become more awkward on Harry’s part as he began to develop romantic feelings for her as she does, but he’s such as nervous wreck that he would duck and hide whenever he sees her face to face for longer than he wanted to. Ahk’s her co-worker in the news agency in this AU: not too crazy for coffee but enjoys the ambiance of the place and does like other food & drink offerings as well.

As for everyone else? They’re all cafe regulars, the same applies to nearly all the self shippers and other f/os I know of. Sure, some of them can be rowdy at times, but they’re not that terrible compared to the ruder customers the cafe rarely gets. It’s because the cafe won’t tolerate any crap from the nasty customers and they simply avoided the cafe anyway.

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