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ooops-i-arted · 7 months

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ahsoka still calling anakin a 'good master' after everything he fucking did to her oh my god, ENOUGH!

cowboy hat man won't give it a rest. he wants to throw ahsoka in everything and have her ascend to glorified creator's pet status, but he still can't figure out how to feature her without making her whole worth and existence about anakin. a two year relationship that ended with the master nearly murdering his padawan gets to be highlighted repeatedly, as if it was the most emotionally resonant thing to ever happen to ahsoka and anakin. instead of literally any other relationship that could be explored more.

screw ahsoka's other relationships from the jedi temple or the clones. she can hang out with rebels characters who are reduced to hollow husks of themselves while she has the charisma of a plank. but let's remind everyone how special and awesome she is because anakin was assigned to her for a short time. ahsoka is almost fifty years old now, were the options really that limited? screw respecting anakin's kids who achieved their own legacies and played important roles in the rebellion, defying what he chose to become. luke and leia are barely present in these galactic events and it's rare for their names to be mentioned at all. and who the hell is padme at this point?

ahsoka's writing has been unimpressive for a while now and i haven't cared about her story beyond fandom osmosis. but her show probably isn't even servicing people who actually liked her from tcw anymore, it's about whatever caters to filoni's warped perception of these characters.

Not only is it egregious because we know Anakin is a child murderer, Ahsoka NEVER moves on or comes to terms with it! She just keeps wallowing in it so Filoni can wank off to Anakin licking Ahsoka's butthole. Also: two years. There's no way she's near as speshul to him as Padme (the woman he was in love with for 10+ years and his wife) or Obi-Wan (his Master who was like a brother to him, again for over a decade) or Shmi (his freakin' mother and likely his one point of stability in a chaotic childhood as a slave). Don't even tell me that if Anakin was dropped in the World Between Contrived Time Travel he would save Ahsoka over any of them lmao. Or drop her like a hot potato if he had to choose between Ahsoka and Luke, his son and the last remnant he has of Padme (her son), Obi-Wan (guarded and trained by), Shmi (her grandson) and pretty much the one person he was able to commit an act of true, unselfish love for (killing Palps).

I do feel bad for the fans since I've seen plenty of comments that it's "not her" and that RD's portrayal is just so flat and devoid of smirky smugness/cheekiness/whatever. I personally may hate it but it is part of her character. And you're right, why is it only people she isn't connected to? She barely knew the Rebels crew and mostly as Fulcrum, so a professional relationship, not a friendship. Not to mention Sabine being forced into a Jedi Padawan role despite NEVER showing Force sensitivity or any interest in being a Jedi, and she lived with two of them for years. She had plenty of opportunity to ask Kanan if she wanted to be trained! But nah, we gotta give Ahsoka a Padawan and throw in some forced girl power stuff on the side. (As a former little girl who deeply craved female representation in the male-dominated stories I loved, I can tell you, little girls can tell when it's forced.) (Also Sabine choosing to force herself into a Jedi role out of grief for missing Kanan and Ezra instead of actually being into it or confronting her feelings of loss could've been a really interesting character moment. But nah.)

Side note but I also find it interesting that Rex is barely in this show. Wasn't Rex Ahsoka's clone counterpart? They're very close friends? He's still alive and kicking and could help her out? That would be a really cool relationship to explore? Or did Filoni realize he can't whitewash a real Māori man the way he can animated clones?

(Also I saw this ask before bed and woke up thinking about Mara Jade and Jaina Solo, a female teacher-student relationship that was so badass, and now I want Mara Jade being Rey's teacher and helping her confront her relationship to Palpatine and Rey having the guidance of someone who Gets It, can you imagine. We could've had it alllllllll)

#deeply in my mara jade feelz now lmao #asks #anon #anti ahsoka #anti ahsoka tano #anti filoni

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djeterg19 · 4 months

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So I know Day needs to grow up and deal with his shit with Night like an adult but...where the hell has their mom been in all this? Because they all live in the same house. She must know there's deep issues between them. She was pushing hard for Night to be Day's guardian. Why would she ever think that would be a good idea with how much Day holds a grudge against/resents Night? Is this another case of her burying her head in the sand and ignoring the issue? Does she not care that one of her sons hates the other? Or is she just gone so much that she has no idea what their relationship is like? And why does she travel so much? She's a chef, a profession not known for needing a lot of travel, and a rich one at that. Even if she was doing things like frozen meals or cookbooks, she could be home way more than she is. Remote work, especially when you are as well off as they are, is not hard to arrange.

Not only that but there are signs that she parentified Night and made Day a golden child. Day clearly was a high achiever considering how well he did at badminton and Night has been expected to take over as Day's guardian even though I don't think that's what either of them want. Like what does Night want to do with his life? Is he allowed to have an interest outside of taking care of Day? Or does the family just expect him to give up everything because his brother got into a car accident picking him up?

And Day doesn't seem to have been held accountable or faced any consequences. He's gone through who knows how many caretakers before they hired Mork. Night mentioned they didn't last more than a couple of days at most and I can only assume they were working with professionals before they started resorting to the interview process where they first met Mork. His behavior must have been pretty bad or he just kept firing them without any consequence. And really he should not have had the power to just fire someone on a whim or if they said or did anything especially after it happened a couple of times. Because if he didn't have money or a family that enabled that behavior he would have been on his own much sooner. This goes back to my frustration that Day was not put into therapy after getting the diagnosis. And nothing was done to get Day to adjust to the new situation. The house wasn't changed and he wasn't given tools to navigate his own home either. I've ranted about this before so I will leave it for now.

And, yes, being a single mother is hard but she apparently had the option of allowing the dad into their life and didn't want him around. Don't get me wrong she had every right to leave and move away because of the cheating and not want to be around him but she should have found a way to co-parent with him or at least maintain some kind of relationship with him for the boys. Even if it was just phone calls or having the kids spend a holiday here and there with him. There's no indication that he didn't want to be a father to their children. Maybe it's because I come from divorced parents but when you decide to have children you should know that it will come with doing some things you don't like or wouldn't choose for yourself for their best interest.

Anyways, I don't think Night and Day's issues started with the accident. They go much deeper than that and I can't help but think it's due to how they were raised and in a way neglected emotionally that caused them to see each others as rivals for her attention instead of brothers that both equally deserve her love and attention. Because Day thinking Night is trying to steal their mom's affection is not normal at all. It's deeply unhealthy and has to have roots that have grown over years and not just since the accident.

#last twilight #last twilight meta #idk if this makes as much sense as i thought it would when i started...

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wisteriasymphony · 1 month

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Guardian!claudia is fun but I am wondering how would Claudia hide the box from her mom?? There's 12 tiny gods living with you and your alcoholic mom and you have to hide them from her

nocturnal notes goddess of my inbox thank you for checks-and-balance-ing my bad ideas with facts and logic i give you kiss on the head

Claudia could likely carry them all on her person. Stuff them all in her pockets, get some cheap belt bag to put them all in, maybe even wear all of them on a constant basis. She does plan on using them all at once after all, and any time spent going back to grab them could be time better spent on endangering her own life.

She changes the hiding spot every day. Sometimes it's underneath her bed, sometimes buried under trash on her desk, and regardless of where it is at any given time, it's probably disguised as something innocuous, like a broken plastic pencil case or a box of her old CDs. Nothing too flashy in case it gets found anyways.

Claudia doesn't bother hiding it at all. Why the hell would she go back to that shithouse anyways? She sleeps anywhere she wants, breaking into empty hotel rooms with Voyage or walking past security like it's nothing with Nightstalker. Hell, she sometimes hops continents to find places to sleep just because traveling anywhere is no longer an issue. One time she even uses Orikko for the power to sleep for 8 hours in the span of 5 minutes--Boom, sleep problem solved. Eating, sleeping, bathroom, all of that can be done anywhere she can break into, and she can break into anywhere. No permanent living state, no problem (..eh... yes problem. I imagine even voluntary homelessness can do things to the psyche.)

Okay, those are all my ideas. I like that 3 can work both as a standalone option, or an option she chooses later on down the 'storyline'. With the global scale of her fuckupery, it makes sense that she'd constantly be on the move.

#guardian!claudia au #mlb god's mistake #mlb claudia perreault #claudia perreault #thewarmembraceofshadow #miraculous au

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blackjackkent · 6 months

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Well, that was a hell of a night. Time to check in with the rest of our companions!

We'll go clockwise around the room, starting with Shadowheart, and I'm just gonna do conversation highlights because these turned out to be rather long chats. :D

Highlights from Shadowheart conversation:

She noticed murals in the grove that appeared to depict Shar warriors (specifically, an elite group called the Dark Justiciars) in combat. Hector gathered that she would have liked to join them, and she agrees it would have been a great honor, but it's a "distant dream," as the Justiciars haven't been active for years.

Hector said her conviction was admirable but that he would not have submitted to the loss of memory she went through in order to fulfill her mission - that he would prefer to know what he was getting himself into. She responded, "That's not a luxury open to many people, us included. I have my faith to turn to instead. You should find something of your own." Which...ouch. (It really is kind of annoying that as a monk I don't have the option to choose a deity as I would with a cleric. It's still an ostensibly religious calling, no?)

She doesn't know why the wound on her hand hurts, but hopes the meaning will be revealed to her when the time is right. She seemed rather touched when Hector asked if he could do anything to help with it, but asked only for patience when she gets struck by it.

He made a vague comment about having to stop traveling with her if she keeps secrets from him, but she called his bluff and he backed down almost immediately. They also discussed the fact that Shar worship is basically illegal in a lot of places, to which her response was (paraphrased), "Arrest me, then. Oh right, we're in the middle of nowhere and you can't."

Describing her reason for faith in Shar: "She took me in when no one else would. Without her, I wouldn't be alive. She is my Mother. She nurtures me, cares for me, loves me. Don't believe the lies the Selunites tell." Hector, as one of those Selunites, *is* inclined to believe them over her - and yet, as someone who has never known his mother, the imagery is...oddly compelling.

He prodded her for info about herself not to do with Shar or the tadpole. She told him that she likes night orchids and can't swim - and also that she can barely remember anything else of herself, as the memories of Shar's secrets were not the only ones that were suppressed.

Asked what she thinks of Hector: "I don't think I've ever had a confidante quite like you - and if I have, I can't remember them." Which...is equivocal enough that it might not be intended as a compliment, but he suspects it probably is, and it makes him feel bad for how warily he's been treating her in return.

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Highlights from our first conversation with Wyll:

He also had the dream! (Which leads me to believe the rest of the crew did as well.) He, however, is super skeptical of it and assumes it's a trick of the parasite to encourage us to use its power more. Hector agreed, but somewhat uncertainly - it's hard to shake off the feeling of safety that came with the strange guardian, and she did calm the transformation that was threatening to overtake him.

He told Hector a bit more about his pursuit of Karlach - described her as "chaos incarnate, a devil with pure fire for a heart." However, he was reticent about who exactly his source of information about her was, describing only "a powerful friend with a keen interest in...privacy." More secrets; Hector disapproves.

He explained his life before becoming Blade of Frontiers - child of a single father, who did not want the adventurer's life for his son. But Wyll encountered a young boy in the Cloakwood who was attacked by goblins, and saved him - and it stirred in him a desire for action, to protect those who needed it, and an anger at the monsters of the world and the "so-called good gods" who let evil things happen.

He lost his eye in battle, and the stone replacement is made of bloodstone, "carved from the Galena Mountains just north of the Moonsea. A reminder that sometimes, blood must be shed and sacrifices must be made" - but he did not want to tell the full story. It's "reserved for lifetime friends and calmer days."

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Astarion highlights:

He also had the dream, and is much more excited about it than Wyll was. He's clearly curious about the manipulative powers of the worms, and was not happy when Hector said they should be careful and avoid using them unnecessarily. Hilariously, he burst out in a bit of a sulky snit - "Is there a reason you're always such an utter drip? Do you have some sort of condition? Honestly, it's like you hate good news. Did you actually want something, or are you just here to spoil my fun?" Lmao.

The weird thing is, in spite of everything, Astarion has such an exaggerated affect that Hector finds he can't entirely dislike him, but he doesn't trust the other man's intentions and has no intention of letting him have free reign with the parasite.

Astarion claims to be a magistrate back in Baldur's Gate, which doesn't entirely track with the images we got in his head back when we first picked him up, so I am pretty sure he is lying. (Not that magistrates can't be vampires, of course, which is the one thing he definitely is.)

He doesn't know what might be waiting in Moonrise Towers, but hopes they can find answers - "if we can convince the right people to talk," he said, with a rather disquieting smirk.

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Gale highlights:

A pretty short conversation, but the most reassuring to Hector so far as regards the dream. This was the first conversation where Hector was able to express uncertainty about whether he believed the dream guardian was to be trusted. And Gale seemed similarly inclined - "Nothing wrong with maintaining a healthy suspicion in such matters. Still, it might be wiser to keep an open mind - our visitor's promises of aid might yet bear valuable fruit."

His description of his magic-consuming condition was...less reassuring. "Think of it as...tribute. The kind a king might pay to a more powerful neighbor to avoid invasion. As long as I pay, there will be peace. But should I ever stop, along comes a war. I can assure you the battlefield would extend well beyond the borders of my body alone."

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Lae'zel highlights:

A lot of recap here, presumably for people who haven't been paying attention the first six times she told us about the creche. Unsurprisingly, she does not trust the dream and the guardian as far as she could throw them.

They both admitted that neither has much familiarity with the other's race. Lae'zel, humorously, lashed out that Hector looks just as alien to her as she does to him, and that "that large, fleshy nose of yours looks like a mistake." Hector, wisely, did not rise to the taunting.

We got our first chance to actually take a dialogue option reflecting Hector freaking out. Lae'zel gave an entirely-too-vivid description of the actual process of illithid transformation, leading to the very Hector-apropos option Try to suppress your rising panic. She was unimpressed. "That shiver betrays your fear. Suppress it. It is useless. We must find my kind and be rid of the parasite. It's as simple as that."

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #it's weird that only shadowheart has the option where hector can ask what she thinks of him #also weird that hector and co never got into their camp clothes this go-round except in the cutscenes

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apocalypseyoshia · 1 year

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Sanji x male Reader

Female Dni or anyone uses she they pronouns

It was just a another day on the sunny I was playing with luffy and chopper when luffy got hungry and went to the kitchen to go beg for food from sanji unsparingly he got yelled at and thrown out so he came to me

Pov change

"No”

“please “

”for the last time “

”NO”

“But he will just kick me out if I try again “

“If I say yes will you stop”

“Yes”

“Ok”

I went up to the kitchen and knocked on the door before opening it

“For the last time luffy I am not giving you a snack “

“wow and I thought you would be nicer to me”

I said as I close the door behind me and Lock it

“Oh it’s just you love “

Yes you heard that right sanji the same woman obsessed sanji called me a man love , you would think that was as obsessed with woman would not bat an eye at me but holy hell with the way he sucked cock he really put the man in woman obsessed

“What do you want love”

“Can I have a snack “

“Are you going to give it to luffy and if I do give you a snack what’s in it for me “

I just got closer and grab his hand and intertwine his finger with mine and with my free hand pulled him in from his waist and kissed him

(Kind of like this also dumping this is the only one I found that was kind of accurate)

As we where kissing i pulled away and said

“I think I can make it Worth your time”

My eyes travel down to his crotch and I saw a boner

“Well you and your friend “

As I said that my fingers slowly trail down to the tent in his pants

and he looked away a bit flustered

“ don’t be flustered it’s not like I haven’t seen him before”

I said before kissing him again and while I was kissing him I slowly unbuckled his pants and took them off and fisting him painfully slowly

“a-ahh please faster”

I chuckled a bit he was so cute like this

“Beg”

“W-what d-do you mean”

” I think you heard me just fine now do it or else you’re not cuming”

“please please I will do anything j-just please”

“Please what Prince ”

He looked shyly down insert in a quiet whines

“Please make me cum”

“Good boy”

I said well kissing him and going slowly faster but I provably pull away and he whines

“No no none of that “

“Sorry “

” you never have to feel sorry for the beautiful noises you make but when I do something you follow“

“Ok”

“Now you have two options one i can give you a blowjob or I can fuck you here and nowyou have to pick ”

“ The second one”

“Good job choosing but I would’ve been ok with either way love ”

the praise made A tingle go through sanji’s back

Slowly as I return to kiss him then I push one finger in his entrance then two then three I was kissing down his Neck leaving red and purple marks

“Please no more prep I what it now “

“you have to be patient I don’t want to hurt you”

eventually he was ready and I slowly put it in

“Ahhh”

God his moans

“H-h-h good boy keep going “

With a rough thrust after rough thrust

He Eventually ask with shaky breath

“Please let me cum”

“ I was gonna say no but because you are so nicely of course my darling prince “

He came and finally somewhat collapse from hi high I quickly put my pants and shirt back on took a piece of meat unlock the door and threw it out to Luffy

“Thanks for the snack”

” no problem“

I’m gonna run back inside picked up sanji covered him in a shirt and went out the back entrance into the washroom and start toward repair a nice shower for the both of us

After that I put him to bed and continued cooking for him

Pov change

Sanji pov

Where the hell am I how did I end up in the boys room who’s shirt is this shit what time is it

Return to see o’clock to my left

“fuck fuck it’s an hour past lunch didn’t finish the food”

I tried to get up but I couldn’t my legs were hurting me too much I guess that’s what you get you get pounded into kitchen counter

Strange thing is why didn’t anyone wake me up then I heard a knock at the door

“Hey love sorry for not waking you up brought to you some food before the captain can eat it all”

“ wait where did you get the food from wasn’t done cooking”

“ yeah after we were done the kitchen you fell asleep I took it a quick bath change your clothes and then be written up I followed your instructions in your cookbook I really just don’t wanna wake you up”

I looked up at him eye widening Why was he doing this I mean I get the whole relationship thing but it’s unusual show this was my first relationship with a man but he was so kind

“why?”

“Why what?”

“ why did you do all of this why did you not wake me up“

“Because when I agreed to be your dom that meant taking care of you in and out of the bed room”

I Slowly felt tears coming out of the corners of my eyes and as he kiss them away I realize something I love this man more than I loved anyone

#one piece smut #fluff #anime x male reader #sanji x reader #one piece x male reader #gay

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mayashesfly · 2 years

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If you think about it, the three Dreamers (as well as their Closest Persons) has their own theme going on. Lurien (and his Butler) with Devotion.

Herrah (and Hornet) with Choice.

And Monomon (and Quirrel) with Change.

With all of them (as well as the Hollow Knight) being burdened by Duty.

Lurien's is pretty self-explanatory in and of itself so I'll ramble about Herrah and Monomon for now. (sorry my short Watcher king. There's just not enough content on you for me to ramble about)

Also, this ramble of mine will definitely be a mess so... be warned.

The reason I think Herrah's theme here is with Choice is because she's the only one of the Dreamers who didn't exactly have a side if the Seals should be broken or kept and instead allowed the Knight to choose for themself. However, it's not that simple. Because unlike the two Dreamers who held onto their beliefs with conviction, Herrah seems to be just.... tired. Exhausted.

The reason why Herrah didn't choose a side is because she was just exhausted from everything, atleast from what we see with her dialogue during the first time the Dreamers appear before the Knight.

>"Let us sleep, little shadow. Return to your darkness. Allow us our peace"

(This is probably Herrah speaking or atleast the first line of it because she's not talking about the Seals, as well as the fact she calls the Knight "little shadow" which is also the same nickname Hornet uses, giving us a small nudge that these two are connected.)

The thing is, in this line Herrah isn't exactly giving us a choice per say. She just allows us to do what we please, not giving us an option we can possibly take. She just says "Allow us our peace" which is ambiguous by itself. So this brings me to my next point, Herrah's theme is Choice because she wasn't Given A Choice.

The reason why Herrah chose to Dream in the first place is because she didn't have a choice. She was in a tight position. Even if she refused the King's offer, her people would've succumbed to the Infection either way. So dreaming really was the only choice at the time to be able to stop the Infection and allow her people to continue striving. This is not to say she is a weak person, in fact she's the complete opposite of a weak person if she was given the title of Herrah the Beast.

Which brings us to Hornet. Herrah chose to dream for Hornet because she loves her. And so now, the choice to what happens to Hallownest lies with her. And in Silksong, possibly Pharloom as well. And she did make a choice of her own, unlike her mother that was forced to choosing one.

Monomon on the other hand is Change. This is even more apparent with Monomon's dreamnail dialogue as well as the fact that she's willing to risk the Infection leaking out without the protection of the Seals in order to bring change and a new age to Hallownest's corpse.

(Breaking the Seals and burdening the Knight with the responsibility of stopping the Infection by finding another way to do it is a risky move after all when none of them are even sure if the Knight can even achieve such a feat. It's not surprising why Lurien would be so against it if it's so risky. He was just being logical and cautious in his own way besides his Devotion to the Pale King. She even acknowledges this in her cut dreamnail dialogue)

Hell, in her cut dreamnail dialogue she even says that "To live forever in an unchanging world... Death, I would fear less"

Similarly to Hornet (especially after the Knight starts going for the Dream No More ending), Monomon wants Hallownest to rest in peace.

And she thinks breaking the Seals is the only way to do this by destroying the everlasting stasis. By allowing change to affect Hallownest's corpse once again.

Sometimes a small sacrifice must be made to give change and a new beginning. Despite how bittersweet it may be.

And now that brings us to Quirrel!! Not only has he changed ever since he took on Monomon's mask and travelled far beyond Hallownest, but after being unburdened of his duty upon release of Monomon's mask, he apparently disappears leaving his nail behind.

Even with the knowledge that Monomon and Quirrel's theme is change, it's still ambiguous whether or not that means he died or left. After all, Monomon (as well as the other Dreamers, and the Knight. And in the worse case scenario, those that remain in Hallownest) died in order for this change to happen

Quirrel's life isn't completely needed to bring change and a new beginning in Hallownest. So maybe, like Hornet who can and will make a choice of her own, Quirrel can have his own change and new beginning in life as well.

If you think about, in a weird sense I suppose the Dreamers' Closest Persons drive home of these themes even further. Whether for the better or for the worse. (Sorry Lurien's Butler, but you do technically do show the worse of the theme Devotion. It's sweet you still watch over Lurien but also unfortunate that it took your life in the process as well)

It also makes alot of sense as to why, out of all the Dreamers' Closest Persons, we only get to see Hornet and Quirrel in game in the Knight's adventure. Because the Knight's journey is about Choice and Change. Not Devotion.

It's why The Hollow Knight ending is the most disappointing ending of all because the Knight going with their existence's devotion to the Pale King isn't what their journey was about. It's not about embracing the very thing that caused their painful existence, it's about making a choice of your own (sometimes even literally) to bring a better change to the worse present.

The reason why Hornet and Quirrel is a big part of the Knight's journey is because they embody it.

Anyways, thanks for coming to my TedTalk.

#may asher rambles #hollow knight #the dreamers #herrah the beast #monomon the teacher #hornet #quirrel #analysis #?#lurien the watcher is not tagged for the sake of those who wished for more lurien content but was baited #as a fellow bg character fan I know the pain #so I shall not bait them #unsurprisingly my thoughts went to Quirrel yet again #I have so many thoughts on hk and on this but I shall keep them unsaid for now...#literally only 1% of my hk thoughts are actually posted #despite having /some/ meat on them atleast

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bedlamsbard · 1 year

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1700 words written today -- I’m actually hoping to have a first chapter done by next Thursday, but as usual, we’ll see. (In case you’re like, hmm, Bedlam, that’s a really random date: it’s my birthday and I always like to post fic on my birthday if I can.) Finished rewatching Agent Carter S1 today -- that one has quite a few references in Horizon, in case you’ve read Horizon but not seen AC. I have various problems with AC, but I have various problems with everything, so that’s pretty normal. It’s less directly relevant to Home than it is to Horizon, but there are reasons I wanted to rewatch it going into this fic.

Snippet from IW time travel concept 1.

“Howard, you cannot possibly believe this ridiculous story,” Peggy said as soon as the door had closed behind Steve and his so-called wife. Steve could probably still hear it, since like all of his senses the serum had enhanced his hearing far beyond the human norm, but she didn’t particularly care. In fact, it was better if he heard her; maybe his obviously-addled brain would start working again. She actually took a step towards the door, meaning to pull it open and shout at him, but thought better of it.

She turned on Howard instead. “Aliens, Howard? Aliens? Aliens and time travel? Are you mad? Just because a pretty girl waves her breasts at you –”

Howard’s eyebrows went up. “Give me some credit, Peg. I’m not going to look at Steve’s wife’s décolletage.”

“Just because Steve bats his lashes at you –” Peggy went on, which resulted in the dubious satisfaction of seeing Howard’s cheeks flush scarlet.

“Look, I know how it sounds,” he said quickly – to Colonel Phillips, not to her. “Believe me, I know how it sounds. That’s why I believe it, because no one in their right mind would offer it up as an option when there are a dozen more believable ones to choose from. Hell, he could have knocked on the front door and said he had to walk back to the Allied lines after he crashed Schmidt’s plane; it’s not like we wouldn’t have let him in.”

#daily fic snippet #iw time travel concept

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camels-pen · 1 year

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Spirit Halloween

Ectoberhaunt day 13 - Restored & Abandoned

Summary:

Darren walked in on October 31st, unemployed and hoping to chase her problems away by focusing on looking sharp for trick-or-treaters.

Darren walked out on August 10th, starting a part time job the next day and trying to figure out how to tell her family and friends she was kidnapped by a haunted retail store.

Ao3 Link

Attention all shoppers, Spirit Halloween will be closing in 5 minutes. Please bring your final purchases up to the register and—

Darren turned up the sound on her earbuds, drowning out the rest of the announcement. She under her breath as she held up two different ties—one comically large and yellow with colourful spots and the other with a bandage design and a mummy’s face on the bottom.

Which would be better to greet trick or treaters with? The clown tie was a classic, but the mummy tie brought finesse, novelty. It was something new and exciting—a type of tie design she hadn’t seen before.

Darren took her time weighing her options. She walked over to the floor length mirror at the end of the aisle and held up each tie to her shirt. They both looked alright. But which to choose…

She hummed to herself and checked the prices. Only a dollar each? Maybe she should just buy both and use the other one for next year.

Darren checked the time. Oh shit, she better get going if she wanted to catch the bus—

Something pulsed in the back of Darren’s brain.

She hissed. Fuck, she better not be getting a headache. She doesn’t have anymore Tylenol in her bag.

A skull mask dropped in front of the mirror. She turned to look around for whatever kid threw it, but she noticed the store was deserted.

Shit. Darren really hoped she didn’t get locked in.

She was about to go check the door when the shift of cheap plastic caught her attention.

The skull mask on the floor twitched. Then it shot into the air

Oh hell no.

Darren booked it to the doors, but skidded to a stop when the skull mask—a basic black and white painted mask, but with glowing green eyes—appeared out of thin air in front of her.

Fuck. Shit. That’s a ghost, oh my god.

“Please wait. I still need to give you the job offer before you leave.”

Uhh, Darren was not computing. “Job offer? Doesn’t Spirit Halloween close down today or tomorrow?”

“Oh no, this store never closes down. I simply travel through space and time to the next available abandoned building within a reasonable timeframe before Halloween.”

“You—uh—excuse me?”

“You’re excused.” The skull mask cleared its throat. “Now, I am fully prepared to hire you for today and have you come in tomorrow for a shift, but I’m open to negotiate the terms.”

“Why—? A job offer? Who—?”

“Oh, didn’t you see the sign?” A sign materialized beside the mask and Darren read it over. It mentioned staying past closing hours in order to apply for the job opening as well as an offer discussing the baseline pay and—

And holy fucking shit, this job offer was—

All traces of fear left Darren’s being. “You want to hire me for a part-time job, with a full-time salary and benefits?”

The skull mask nodded. “You can take some time to think it over, but get back to me before—”

“I’ll do it.”

The skull mask stayed silent for a moment.

“Are you—?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“And you’re not… upset with me? Usually, the people I offer jobs to are upset with me.”

Darren paused. Thought about it for a moment.

“I mean, I’m a little upset because I probably missed buying the pre-releases of a couple games—oh and missing some holidays and birthdays with family and friends—but this is a stupid good offer that I’m definitely never going to find again… so—” Darren shrugged.

“Oh,”—Darren assumed that if skull masks could blink, the ghost would be doing that—“Well, then, I’ll send you the appropriate paperwork and I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Darren saluted the skull mask—who was now Boss Skull Mask in her brain—and left, contemplating her new job and how to explain all this to her family and friends and—

Holy fuck where—?

“Oh, apologies, we’re about two miles north of the last location,” Boss Skull Mask called from the store.

Darren sighed in relief and waved her goodbye before starting the trek to the nearest bus stop.

#danny phantom #Ectoberhaunt22 #EH order #EH chaos #day 13 #restored #abandoned #nemo the writing ho

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finished pokemon violet. i am in Shambles in best way possible

major spoilers below! also its super long i have a lot to say

if its not obvious gen 5 is my favorite gen, for all the reasons most people hype it as the best gen. and i agree it totally is the best gen!

i gotta say sv is my second favorite now. it was just. Hough. aside from the obvious ways this game actually sucks, all the glitches and lagging and all that. what the game does well, it does REALLY well.

getting some gripes out of the way first. as good as the story was, nemona really got the short end of the stick here?? this didnt make me like her any less, i love her just as much as penny and arven, but just. unlike penny and arven she doesnt have as much story. she finds a good rival in you the protag and thats kind of it??

i do like sv's art style its nice the game was very pretty but. i do prefer the swsh art style HWJBDHF. i played sword for a bit two days ago to battle a friend and i just missed it. wouldnt mind if this was the style going forward but also want the old one back yknow

taking away the shiny sound is Stupid. i encountered a shiny voltorb and almost went past it because i was jumping and was going so fast i barely saw it in the bottom of the screen. i also tried the mass outbreak strategy today on a mimikyu outbreak, thought i found a shiny because a mimikyu looked grey, but it was just sitting in some shadows.

WHERE ARE THE CLOTHING OPTIONS...... was the school uniform only rule just an excuse to make less clothing options. i'm in hell man. thank god i picked violet i didnt like the orange on the outfits in scarlet.

the whole choose your own path thing they pushed as a selling point is kinda moot if the levels dont scale. also put me in a STUPID situation: for the water gym, you travel across the desert to another town, and that desert has a titan in it. so i thought hey, if these paths converge, surely its because its the next intended stop, right? iron treads wiping almost my whole team in its first phase probably isnt a sign that i'm not supposed to be here, right?? arven sent out a level 44 scovillain while i could only contribute Intimidate from my lv 22 staravia. i ended up using a guide to show me the "correct" path near the end, which was good bc i asked the pokemon center lady for my next destination and she told me to go fight Grusha and his lv 45 or so pokemon while my team was still in the 30s. thanks nurse joy for trying to get my ass kicked

onto everything i Did like though

i really loved this cast of characters!! all of them felt very unique i got attached to a lot almost instantly. i didnt think i'd like clavell all that much but oh my god he's so brilliant actually. arven stole the show though houghguhguhgu i cried THREE times because of this dude. will also say i ADORE grusha, rika and iono, and extra shoutout to that one greavard in the ryme fight. he was GROOVIN

i think the open world was handled Very well. traversal is a little awkward at times, miraidon sometimes doesnt cling to cliffs i jump on and said jumping can be clunky, but other than that, i thought the environments were very pretty (especially liked the gen 1 icon mosaics in that one town thats so cute). as someone who gets overwhelmed by open world games it also wasnt as overwhelming as others have been? i think i saw some people saying it wasnt enough, and i can see why they'd think so but if the map was any bigger i think i personally would have enjoyed it less haha.

noticed some altered pokemon animations which is small but very nice! i remember seeing it on lucario, gardevoir and the eeveelutions where they stand in more of a battle ready pose rather than. Just Standing There.

the pokemon designs were pretty hit or miss for me this gen but maybe i just need some time to warm up to them. but i do ADORE the future forms. hydreigon and volcarona look SO sick, i love how iron valiant mixes both gallade and gardevoir, and i just think its funny that they also included. Delibird. inbetween all these other powerful pokemon. havent seen any of the scarlet versions though i'll look them up later

i dont know if its true but it feels like theres a lot more Unique things about pokemon in this gen, like forms, moves and abilities? like maushold's and tatsugiri's forms, lots of evos got given to older pokemon. when eri sent out an annihilape i was STUNNED. i also appreciate the fact that all forms of a pokemon get a different dex entry. i want to try collecting all colors of flabebe and its evos for example, i somehow feel more rewarded when i get a new dex entry every time, even if it is kinda the same thing but rephrased.

ok now just. the STORY. i'm still an absolute mess over the ending i just. AUGH. i havent played a pokemon game spoiler free for so long, i did accidentally find out cassiopeia was penny a bit too early but it was late enough that i was connecting the dots already. but the ACTUAL ending with turo holy shit???? turo's message glitching at the fourth lock was creepy as hell. finding him slumped in that chair, him telling you the real turo is DEAD and what you've been talking to this whole time, what ARVEN resented for all this time, was an ai that just couldn't physically leave area zero? then the whole FIGHT with him, the way that textbox glitched out when the paradise protection protocol took over, him actually starting to terastallize himself was so??? being forced to leave as well even though he'd just reunited with arven, since he was tied to the time machine and part of why it would reboot every time it was disabled, but also because he still had the original turo's desire to study the future but had been trapped in area zero for so long. checking turo's lab before heading to the time machine shows theres a picture of arven and maschiff on the desk.... :(

(wondering how scarlet handled it actually. is sada also an ai? just assuming its different because the ai thing fits turo's futuristic stuff. i'll look it up sometime, i really wanna see how these cutscenes differ between versions)

ARVEN my god i. many thoughts head full. thought he was just gonna be the asshole rival but ohhh i was wrong. he's the guy ever. mabosstiff's recovery scene made me CRY, and then i just cried AGAIN at his meeting with ai turo. how old even is arven, how long has he just been. Alone. with no one but the miraidon he percieved as the one who destroyed his childhood, and the mabosstiff that was once his only true companion but couldn't even open its eyes anymore. crying over arven's story isnt enough i need to explode

arven's story was my favorite but i have to mention starfall street of course. i love all of team star so much it was so good going through and unravelling why team star does what they do. also team star boss battles were actually kinda difficult?? i was pretty underleveled through most of the game bc i was rushing a bit but WOW. i only won against eri because she Happened to use shift gears again despite near maxed stats already instead of just going for the kill.

anyway tldr. yes i understand this game is kinda garbage in that it was super rushed and glitchy and clearly unfinished on release but its just? the most fun i've had with a pokemon game in a while?? easily a top favorite of mine

i stopped playing right after the credits rolled, so if there's postgame, i dont know about it. i'll get around to it tomorrow

one extra thing i almost forgot actually! when explaining the time machine turo tells you a human could travel one way but is unable to return to the present. this is SO goddamn cruel of game freak to put in the game RIGHT AFTER POKEMON LEGENDS ARCEUS. maybe its different for people sent over by Gods, maybe arceus can circumvent this or smth, but since its the only time travel related crumb we have right now this is super distressing!!! are you telling me pla protag and ingo were on a one way trip this whole time!!!!!! fuck you put them back!!!!!!!!! finding out this lore tidbit on the same day some new pla art that includes ingo came out is so, so, SO mean

#clai speaks #pokemon sv spoilers #honestly i'm kinda mad that the game is so bad but still so good. how did they accomplish this #unsure what standards to have for future gens. bc really i think sv is a good game its release state is just stupid garbage!!!!!#but overall just. i love this game. i love it a lot. how do i erase my memory to play it fresh all over again right now

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multiples of 5 for meredith and greer!! (for inquisition asks)

thank you!!! sick brain took me out of commission but i finally got around to these // questions for your inquisitor

5: Describe their emotions and thoughts about the rebellion between Mages and Templars.

MEREDITH — an uprising that she’s been waiting to see happen since she first explored kinloch hold a decade ago and saw firsthand the living conditions of circle mages, then add on the countless apostates encountered along the way who needed aid. she and alistair have spent the years since then doing what they can to make life easier for them all, though their reach and effective changes have been limited by the fact that they have to pacify certain attendees of the landsmeet and chantry (the hero of ferelden status helps immensely there). but no matter their strides, it could never be enough with the knowledge that the treatment was unchanging outside of the kingdom. meredith’s well-known leniency for the mages continued after the rebellion started proper, with her signing off on providing supplies and arranging safe haven in a handful of locations, the biggest being redcliffe village where she enforced a mages only rule to avoid extra fighting. she can find sympathy for some of the templars if engaged long enough to hear a story worthy of it, but more often than not her bias gets in the way and she's first to take the side of the mages.

GREER — so a thing for greer is that a long while ago i created an entire new “circle tower” for her in the form of an old fortress that was given to the circle after its use had been outlived, because i personally wasn’t a fan of how da:i tried to lessen the horrible things mages go through with the mage trevelyan backstory tidbits. the keep wasn’t as terrible as somewhere like the white spire, but it wasn’t far behind and was all greer knew for essentially her entire life, which led to her becoming the leader of the place’s libertarians. she suffered far too many punishments in her time, but enduring them is what resulted in the strong-willed, fearless leader who planned and executed the keep’s rebellion against when the mages reached their breaking point. she ran on pure righteous fury and the need to protect those under her charge from the time they fled the circle to the moment she found them refuge in ferelden, and not once during that time did she regret one of her actions or consider the war a mistake. in her opinion, drastic measures were required to fight the equally drastic measures forced down on the mages to keep them under the chantry’s thumb.

10: Are there further beliefs/religious perspectives your Inquisitor is interested in or perhaps despises?

MEREDITH — not really. she isn’t very religious after what she went through after the fifth blight, and doesn’t spend much time contemplating faith whether it be andrastianism or otherwise. strongest opinion is that she thinks people claiming they do horrible things because of their beliefs are spouting the absolute weakest excuse possible and she’s 7 times out of 10 rolling her eyes about it.

GREER — wants to burn the chantry to the ground please let her do it these people need to be stopped now

15: What does your Inquisitor think about the Grey Wardens? Did they choose to banish the order?

MEREDITH — answered here!

GREER — never considered banishing them, probably didn’t even cross her mind as an option because why the fuck would it. she has nothing to do with the wardens and they’re an ancient, deeply respected order that she fully believes are a necessity to keeping thedas safe. she probably had herself a few fantasies while locked away in the keep’s dungeons, dreaming about the idea of being conscripted out of that hell and given something Good to do. clearly it never happened and her idealistic dreams of being a knightly magic wielder traveling to save innocents from the horrifying darkspawn never came true, but she still admires the order and was happy to offer them a place with the inquisition. also a bit biased because of her being close to blackwall lmao. when it comes to the whole blood magic mess....it’d probably just make her sad. remind her of some of the mages she knew who had to result to the “forbidden” tree to survive and protect during the war.

20: Which abilities did they specialize themselves in? Explain how the trainers convinced them.

MEREDITH — well she was an assassin in origins (on top of the other specs bc you’d get so many), so there wasn’t any convincing necessary for her. more likely she was just given a few new tricks from the trainer who could see she already had a handle on the spec.

GREER — knight-enchanter! she didn’t require much convincing, the idea of being trained to wield a magical sword and further control the battlefield as a mage who already preferred being up close and personal during combat was a dream. she’s a fierce leader who protects those behind her by stepping up, the fit is natural.

25: Name a person they respect.

MEREDITH — briala. the amount of respect she holds for that woman for how she not only escaped from celene’s control but also managed to take her own power and sufficiently wield it to better the lives of her people?? through the roof. girlboss recognizes girlboss she’s gonna throw that woman a feast in her honor

GREER — grand enchanter fiona!! is her hero!!! “fuck the divine” that’s her fucking MOM!!!!!!

30: Ferelden or Orlais?

MEREDITH — orlais choke challenge. the entire nation. gaspard first and let her watch while sipping a glass of wine

GREER — probably ferelden. not as cold lmfao

35: Does your Inquisitor enjoy travelling? How much does your Inquisitor stick to their map?

MEREDITH — had never thought she'd be given the opportunity to travel so much and it became one of her favorite perks as inquisitor. as both lady (and future teyrna) of highever and later queen of ferelden she had no reason to travel beyond the kingdom, outside of a few specific diplomatic scenarios and she was alright accepting that. unfortunately traveling orlais so thoroughly forced her to give up on the stubborn refusal of fully acknowledging that not all orlesians are dreadful prats conniving with each breath, so that'd be the #1 con on her list. kind of a scam. but she loves loves loves getting to experience more of the world, meeting so many people. lowkey missed camping outdoors for rest but that gets old real quick, she got used to that fancy royal bed of hers. has spent a long time studying maps, only requires them if in obscure locations.

GREER — doesn’t enjoy some of the places they have to travel but bro. c’mon. she was locked up for at least two decades with extremely limited experience leaving her prison, every moment she spends traveling feels like a damn gift. has to have multiple maps on her at any given time, she’s so fucking lost it’s not even funny (to her).

40: Mosaic or Fresco? Is there a painting, that impressed your Inquisitor the most?

MEREDITH — fresco. she was especially impressed and enthralled with the ones discovered during the trespasser dlc, but this one in particular would’ve held her attention the longest.

GREER — mosaic, maybe. think she'd enjoy the texture more. dunno why but i think she’d really dig this one.

45: Herb Garden or Chantry Garden? Templar Tower or Mage Tower? Infirmary or Practice Ground?

MEREDITH — herb garden. mage tower. infirmary.

GREER — herb garden. mage tower. practice ground.

#ch: meredith cousland #ch: greer trevelyan #parts of these answers are days old but am i gonna reread them?? hell no #my two angry girlies...one less so but still #meredith give greer some lessons in anger management please she desperately needs them #au: inquisitor meredith

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" 'Scuze me, you need me to do what?" The wildcat squinted her eyes at scary lady, the panda leaning on her ice staff planted into the floor with ice as it's roots.

"I am requesting that you train with the Gemerald, three times a week, to attempt to unlock it's hidden abilities." Neera seemed to be slightly more casual looking than she normally would, as if she just rolled out of bed or was going out like Carol would. Though that weird crown thing the Magister always wore sat atop of her head. Why the hell would she be wearing that?

"Scary--er, Neera, I already told ya I don't know how it works anymore--"

"Anymore." She crossed her arms, "The implication that you've been able to use it to your fullest ability at one point before now is what I am so curious about. What could have caused you to lose this control? Why does it continually warp you to places you've never been before--"

"Actually," she puts a hand on her chin, "I've been to Mobius a couple times now."

"Yes, but to say you've been to the depths of hell, and came back with an article of clothing is nothing but incredible. There is obviously something more at play here." She shook her head, "And this is not even mentioning the overwhelming potential it has. Consider yourself lucky I haven't confiscated it myself to use as a second Kingdom Stone."

Woah, wait, what. She waved her hands in front of her face, "Wait, wait, wait, wait, second Kingdom Stone? What are you--"

"I can not be sure about this, but it's power signatures are... similar, to it. At least, according to my memory. I will not say anything definitive on the matter until we understand it's full capabilities," she averted her gaze, "As well, as an addendum to my previous statement, I would not so heartlessly take something from a friend, if they did not consent to the proceedings first. You obviously do not wish to relinquish this gem, so,

"This is why," she stood up straight, ripping her staff out of the grounded ice. She walked towards the wildcat, "I am requesting you train with it. And to allow me to watch. "This will not be official in any capacity, and no negative penalties will be given your way should you choose to refuse. But," the standing regent stood face to face with the wildcat, her gaze averted down to meet Carol's eyes with her own, "I do believe this would garner boons for the both of us. If we learn enough about this stone, we could replicate it's technology with the power from the Kingdom Spiral, further advancing our own in turn. And you, well," she actually gave a small smirk, "I'm sure you would like a more consistent way to come back home, should your travels leave you off planet again. ''Pulling a Carol'' could become easier, if you could blink between here and an entire continent without even alarming myself or Milla to your absence."

Why did this feel... strange. Instinctively, Neera offering this proposal just kinda... didn't feel right. She pulled out the gemerald and stared into it, her distorted reflection staring right back at her. "What's stoppin' me from trainin' by myself? Why would I need you to watch me?"

"Nothing. You can decline if you wish, and train by yourself if you want. I won't stop you from doing that. "Yet, two minds do work better than one. I'm sure you could learn much faster with me in tow than by yourself."

. . . She clutched the gemerald tight, considering her options.

She was right, in a lot of ways. It'd be nothing but beneficial if someone as smart as Neera could help her study this thing. She could probably expedite things if she took this stupid gem more seriously than she has been.

But her gut told her this didn't sit right with her. She kinda... didn't want to learn more about it? It felt more natural to just, learn as she went, go with the flow. It's how she's done a lot of this stuff, how she's gone through a lot of things.

Though, it's not like that hadn't backfired on her before--trying to do things by herself, go with the flow. She was never the best at--not to mention everytime the gem threw her somewhere she kind of just got mad at it, then waited until she got thrown back home. It never took long, but it was always a pain in the ass to sit there and just... wait. To not know why things were happening, to be at the mercy of a stupid rock.

Sure would stop another situation like what happened with Sony, though.

Sierra, if she figured out how to use it she could probably fit it in with her bike somehow. Use it as an engine and fuel? If this thing's got power rivaling the Kingdom Stone, then she'd never run out. Plus, bein' able to teleport whenever and wherever she wanted...

Fuck it.

She extended a hand to Neera, grin wide, "Ya got'cha-self a deal, Scary Lady! When's the trainin' start?"

Neera took the wildcat's hand and shook, firm, a warm smile on her face. "Good, I appreciate your cooperation, Carol.

"We can start the training today."

#carol's cruisings #carol's adventures #ic update #frost knight frequency

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forget-about-me2 · 2 years

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Okay, so we all know that Martha's leaving scene in series 3 is very powerful and a decent ending to the absolute shitshow that series 3 is with regard to Martha.

Like, yes go and leave that abusive arsehole and live your own life, you go girl.

But I was thinking, what made her choose to walk out. I don't mean in general, it's damn obvious why she left him. I'm talking about why then?

I mean yes, she just spend a year travelling the world singlehandedly kicking the master's butt (okay okay, ten helped a bit, but really). She went through hell in that year, I don't think you can ever understand how hard it must've been to go through that, to travel the world and probably be surrounded by death and sorrow wherever she went.

And then it's all over and they are left to pick up the pieces. No one remembers it happened aside from her and her family. And admittedly that's the main reason she states that she has to stay behind and that's fair enough. Reasonable.

And he expects it too, it's obvious he's kinda talking to fill the room. Someone convincing himself she'll come if he just lists off options for where they would go. He desperately wants her to stay with him, it's his way of saying that I guess.

But then she comes back in and gives her getting-out speech about love and all that. Effectively telling him she needs distance from him. I mean I'm not saying she's wrong but they really just spend a year apart.

Sure I imagine Martha had much time during the year that never was to reflect on her (non-existent) relationship with the Time Lord and probably came to the conclusion that he indeed would never love him.

But then being faced with him again might make it difficult to remember all that. I'm not saying she forgot. But after all that time she might've forgotten just how much of a dick he was.

Anyway, I was thinking of an AU where she decides to travel with him (maybe part-time to not have her life at a standstill) again after all, while on the fence about leaving him or not.

But very quickly she's reminded of why she wants to leave again. And she does get out. Just not at such a pivotal moment as in the show. Like literally after they just came back from a relatively calm adventure, maybe as they are sitting relaxing on the couch in the TARDIS' library she just suddenly stands up and makes her choice clear.

Tells him to take her home, and gives her a whole speech surprising him. There was no clear buildup to this, not outwardly. The Doctor thinks all is well, and Martha just snaps having made her choice. He doesn't see it coming at all. Her leaving him again.

And I think that would make that speech much more powerful.

Instead of it just being convenient as she means to get out for a different reason (her family). Just have it be the reason she leaves. And just jumps it on him, not preparing him for it at all.

Literally just out of nowhere slapping him in the face with what he has done to her when he thinks all is well.

Because that is pretty much a summary of series 3: He thinks all is well and Martha is thinking he's a dick.

I think it'd be fitting.

#doctor who #tenmartha #tenth doctor #martha jones #series 3 #martha deserved better #I'm sorry this kinda got away from me #but I do stand behind it

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Date #0 - Steve

He was my very first date in at least 2-3 years. His Tinder profile was hilarious. He had done this cute thing about how different people in his life would rate him as a person - including his mom, best friend and dog. He's a good looking dude but the pictures on his dating profile made him seem very average looking. I swear. The pictures did not do him justice. He be HOT as hell. But I didn't know that at the time. I swiped right 'cause he was funny.

We kept talking because he was smart. Like crazy smart. By that I mean selling his first project to NASA kind of smart. And we could talk about a lot of stuff. Especially anime and our fitness goals. Any person who would watch "Bleach" based on my recommendation is a solid keeper in my books. And I loved the anime he recommended to me - "Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood". He owns a lightsaber and a set of samurai type swords.

I wanted this guy to be my friend. So bad.

Why just friends? He is planning to migrate. I am not. Migration isn't an option to me for at least the next 5 years. I gave my entire 20s to the toughest years of my business. Now that it is actually making crazy profits and flourishing despite the economic crisis in the country, I am not ready to leave it behind before I make it into something I always envisioned it could be. If not, what I endured wouldn't even be worth it.

Would I be into him if the migration thing wasn't a factor? I really don't know. Theoretically, I could be. There are a lot of things that don't align up with us but that being said, they are also things we could communicate and come to an understanding. However, I will never open up emotionally to something that isn't realistically a possibility. So honestly, I don't even think about him like that.

He's a good guy. A good friend. An INTJ, so easy to get along with because my brothers are ENTJ and INTJ.

And I am an INFJ. My guards are way up high, and my standards even higher. I want to be loved. I want to be chosen because whoever I open up to cannot imagine not getting to share his life with me. I don't see myself ever just "falling" in love. I choose to allow myself to fall in love.

Anyway...Steve is an anomaly. I will tell you why in a bit. For now, let's adhere to the chronological order.

We continued to talk. After asking a mutual friend if Steve is an axe murderer, we met up for a pizza lunch date.

I appreciated his effort. He was on time. He traveled towards me in a fuel crisis in an Uber. He paid though I offered to split, with the logic that as women, she doesn't know what we are getting into on a first date so the least the guy can do is pay for it so she gets a good meal out of it even if the date was bad. He chose to drop me home despite my protests. He even went with me to the supermarket because I wanted to find my favorite chili and garlic sauce. Then after walking me home, he took a bus/cab back to his place. Like I said, very good guy.

It was my first date in years. I was so nervous. Not because I liked him, but because I was so self-obsessed about how I came across as a date to him. So to be honest, I didn't even notice how attractive he was. My brain wasn't processing. Anything.

We kept talking afterwards. Conversation flowed easy because there were not expectations or restrictions. I respected him, and I feel he respected me. I friendzoned him in my head.

I wasn't looking for a hook-up, and that was the only thing he was open to.

Then along the way, somehow in someway, the conversation about kinks came up. The discovery that we share most of the kinks and we might be compatible that way made me rethink things. A lot.

Then we planned a night of clubbing as I hadn't really experienced it at all and I wanted to do it at least once before I turned 30. But then I chickened out last minute because I wasn't sure if I knew him well enough to have a good time with him drunk. I didn't want to be a nuisance to anyone...or someone who brought the other person's vibe down. So we settled on dinner.

The plan was for me to show up at his place early, have some drinks, and we would order in. But then my overthinking brain thought this is just my second time meeting him. What if our texting vibe is a fluke and I don't actually enjoy his presence? I'll be stuck at his place. Awkwardly.

So I suggested that maybe we could go out for dinner. As an escape plan.

But...in my head, if the vibe was right, I had already planned to jump his bones. I trusted him. I had a good feeling about him. He is hot. He is smart so I won't be bored. And our kinks matched up. That theory is true. I, as the woman, made the decision. Dressed in matching lacy lingerie, fully waxed limbs...I was open to it.

The reason Steve is the anomaly is that I have never in my life been just physically attracted to another person this intensely without an emotional component. With Steve though, it was different. He opened the door and I wanted to jump him.

So I said I was okay with ordering in, we ordered sushi, and right after I was like "Do you wanna makeout?"

I'm pretty sure he was a little taken by surprise. I'll confirm once I ask him.

I don't know about him but for me at least, the sex is intense. In the best way. Fun too because we can communicate openly and focus on pleasing each other. No ego. No expectations. He is very experienced and I'm grateful for it. He is also very much a giver which I imagine is always good for the woman. I love how he mentally kinda takes notes about my preferences and feedback and the next time is even better.

Every time we cuddle afterwards, though it is very nice, I keep thinking "Oh no, oxytocin must be rising" but I am keeping my head and going with the flow here. The objective is to maximize pleasure, for both of us. And let me tell you, I am very, very pleased. Most of the time, this man helps me transcend to a different plane of existence.

I've literally only slept with 2 people before Steve. The first time doesn't even count because it wasn't really consensual (let's not talk about it in depth. I did the healing. I did the work. I am okay!). The second was my narcissistic ex who treated sex kind of like a chore and may have turned me off all men for a while.

So this experience with Steve is nice. It's educational. It allows me to explore in a safe environment. It's inspired me to tap into a more feminine side of me and I love that.

I am not hooking up with anyone else at the time. Simply because I haven't met anyone who meets my criteria. I don't want to sign up for a subpar mediocre experience. No, thank you. Steve is hooking up with others and I kinda get to live vicariously through his experiences. That's exciting too!

But yes. I get why Harvey thought Steve might be a concern.

I am very much sexually satisfied that my drive to want to be attracted to others the same way is less. I can observe it logically. That being said, I am not done exploring yet either.

Hooking up with Steve is a very temporary thing. Maybe a few months at best. I know myself. If I am not emotionally into someone, no matter how hot they are and how sexually compatible we are, the attraction won't last. And if by some miraculous anomaly I end up catching feels for Steve, I am hightailing the hell out of here.

So I intend to enjoy it while it lasts.

Lets see how things go.

#dating experiment #infj dating #dating as a millennial #fifty first dates #dating #infj #infj relationships #gemini

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forget.

Summary: Sapnap, and Punz have unsafe sex with Y/N for the first time.

NSFW MINORS DNI !!

Warnings: Choking, degrading, hair pulling, and unsafe sex.

Word Count: 1884

Y/N plopped down the bed, as the other two men glanced back at her for a moment, before turning their attention back to the game. “You fucking cunt!” Sapnap yelled at Punz, who only laughed in response. “Come heal me you bitch.” Sapnap said, pointing at the screen and Punz scoffed, “You don’t tell me what to do.” He grumbled, glaring at Sapnap. “Heal me bitch.” He snapped, and Punz rolled his eyes before going over to his character, and healed him. “Now you owe me.” Punz said, and Y/N looked between the two. “Guys I am bored.” She spoke up, and the other two ignored her too interested in their game. “Guys?” She asked, “Punz.” She said now getting slightly impatient, and still no response.

She groaned and whispered to herself, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She said, “I will turn off your-” Before she could finish her sentence both Punz and Sapnap cheered as they won. “Hell yeah!” Sapnap yelled, and Punz clapped, “That’s right baby.” He said, chuckling. Y/N took this as her chance to finally get their attention, “Baby!” She said tapping Punz’s shoulder, and he looked back at her, “Hey baby, when did you get in here?” He asked, and she almost face palmed, “Just a couple minu-” “Hold that thought.” He said, turning back around as the screen counted down for a new round to start. She huffed, and looked around the room trying to find something to occupy herself.

Seeing nothing to do, she resorted to trying to get their attention the best she could. “I’m going to the store.” She said, and once again. No reply, all that was spoken was words about the game, she huffed and glared at the console. “Someone just messaged me and called me hot.” She said, hoping they’d at least turn around to see if it was true. “Yeah that’s good babe.” Sapnap said, and she scoffed, “Are you serious?” She gapped, about to scream into a pillow from frustration. “I just said someone called me hot, and you say ‘Yeah that’s good babe’ you’ve got to be joking.” She said losing her patience.

“Fuck! I’m down.” Punz groaned and Sapnap laughed, “Stop laughing you idiot, go heal me.” Punz said shoving Sapnap, who in return, shoved him back. “Stop being a little brat.” Sapnap said rolling his eyes, and Y/N just became silent and watched the interaction between the two. “I’m not Y/N, she’s the brat.” Punz said defensively, and Sapnap just laughed, “Shut up.” He said, shaking his head, while Punz was finally healed by another teammate. “After this round we can play zombies.” Sapnap said, and Y/N threw her hands up in defeat once she heard that. “Fuck.” They said simultaneously, as the word ‘Defeat’ showed up on screen. “Why didn’t you defuse the bomb?” Punz asked and Sapnap looked at him, “Why didn’t you defuse it?” He asked, and the two started bickering once more.

“For fucks sake!” Y/N yelled and caught the attention of the two boys, “What’s your problem?” Punz asked, and Y/N just shook her head, “Nothing, just go back to your stupid game.” She said, and the two just looked between each other before turning back to their game. “You’re actually fucking joking, right?” She said dumbfounded, “I was joking!” She yelled defeatedly, and Sapnap went to choose the zombie’s option. She sighed and got up, “Fine then, I’ll just go fuck myself then.” She mumbled, and Punz snapped his head towards her. “You’ll what now?” He asked darkly, and Sapnap looked between the two confused. “What?” Y/N asked, shifting her weight from her left and right.

“Get your fucking ass over here now.” Punz growled out, and Sapnap cocked an eyebrow, “What did she say?” He asked, genuinely confused, “Little miss priss over here said she would go and fuck herself.” Punz said, as he gripped her wrist once she got in arms length. Pulling her roughly, she nearly tripped as she was pulled, “Is that so?” Sapnap asked, and Y/N quickly shook her head, “No. I was just trying to get your attention because you two were playing the game.” She mumbled out, trying to defend herself. Sapnap scoffed and grabbed her face, “We were joking, we could hear you the whole time. We just wanted to see how long it would take for you to snap.” He said, his grip on her face tightening.

“It appears that you didn’t snap and instead wanted to masturbate.” Punz added on, and Y/N shook her head, “No, I was just joking.” She said, looking between the two. “You know the rules shortcake, and you were just about to break one.” Punz said, moving his free hand up to her throat. “You weren’t going to masturbate without our permission were you?” He cooed, and Y/N shook her head, and Sapnap just chuckled at this. “Your mouth said differently honey.” He mentioned, tracing his thumb over her lips before forcefully shoving his thumb inside her mouth. Her eyes widened as he’s never done this, and she looked at Punz for help. “Suck.” He ordered, and Y/N hesitantly started sucking on his thumb. “Such a good girl.” Punz cooed, letting his hand travel up and tangle into her H/C strands.

Y/N’s knee’s buckled beneath her, and Sapnap caught her with his free arm, “Are you this sensitive?” He asked, amazed at how sensitive she could be. Y/N blushed and pushed his thumb away from her mouth before looking away. “Shut up.” She muttered under her breath, and Sapnap glared not liking that she pushed his thumb away and told him to shut up. Punz took notice to this and tugged at the strands, and Y/N winced, “You’re being a brat Y/N.” Punz pointed out, and Y/N whined quickly apologizing, and Punz smirked releasing his grip on her hair. “You’re being punished for almost breaking a rule.” Sapnap whispered in her ear, and Y/N felt her body grow weak from his words.

Y/N felt her body being picked up, and her exposed skin burned at their touch, “Prepare yourself doll.” Sapnap said, as she was now thrown onto the middle of the bed. “Undress now.” Sapnap demanded, and she took off Punz’s hoodie, and the sleeping shorts she wore. “No undergarments? How risqué of you.” Punz teased, and Y/N covered herself up shyly. “Why are you hiding? We’ve seen it before, hell we’ve seen it for years now.” Sapnap said, while moving her hands away as the two stripped their clothes off. Reaching for the condoms, Y/N reached out and grabbed Punz’s wrist before he could, “No, no condoms.” She shyly muttered, not making eye contact. The two boys raised their eyebrows, “Are you sure?” Sapnap asked, and Y/N thought about it before she nodded.

“I am sure.” She reassured herself and the other two. Sapnap and Punz shared a glance before Punz crawled to her, opening her legs. “God you’re beautiful.” He groaned out, before he carefully slid himself inside of her. “What a pretty slut you are.” Sapnap spoke up from the side, and Y/N gritted her teeth as this felt completely different without a condom. “You’re going to be good and make me forget what safe sex feels like. Alright?” Punz whispered to her, biting on her ear while Y/N whined nodding her head. “Such an obedient cum dump.” Punz cooed, as he thrusted up into her, loving the way she felt. “God this feels so good.” Punz groaned out, and Sapnap watched enviously. “It appears someone is so sensitive that they are close to their climax already.” Sapnap said, with a sly smirk.

Y/N had her back arched, and was digging her nails into Punz’s shoulders letting out incoherent words. “We can’t understand you slut, your moans are overpowering your voice.” Sapnap smirked and watched as her eyes rolled back. “Fuck she’s coming.” Punz said, as he felt her clenching around him multiple times. Thrusting into her roughly, he wrapped his hand around her throat, feeling himself nearing as well. “I’m going to cum so deep inside of you.” He grunted out, as his thrusts became sloppy. Thrusting one last time, Punz came deep inside of Y/N and she shivered at the feeling. Pulling out, Punz groaned as he fell to the side, and Sapnap licked his lips. “Are you ready baby?” He asked aligning himself, and Y/N just merely nodded her head.

Slowly, Sapnap entered and he hissed at the new feeling. “Holy shit.” He muttered under his breath, and Punz chuckled, “It’s like a whole new feeling isn’t it?” He said, and Sapnap nodded chuckling. “It feels so good.” Sapnap said, before he pulled all the way out, and slammed back in. Y/N let out a loud moan, arching her back as she was still a bit sensitive from her last orgasm. Repeating this action, Sapnap felt himself nearing his climax faster than usual. “Fuck.. such a little slut for us.” He groaned out, before he pulled out and grabbed Y/N’s hips turning her around on her hands and knees forcefully. Gripping onto her hips tightly, making sure he’d leave bruises he slammed back in, going deeper in this new position. Crying out, Y/N gripped the sheets tightly, as Punz reached under her and started toying with her clit.

“Please.. I can’t.” Y/N begged feeling herself growing close, “Go ahead.” Punz told her, and Y/N listened letting herself cum on Sapnap’s dick. Sapnap groaned once she started clenching around him, and he soon came deep inside of her. Slowly pulling out, he fell to the other side of her, while Punz got up to go get a wash cloth as both of their cum started leaking down her thighs. Coming back, he washed her up, and washed himself, giving the rag to Sapnap who cleaned himself as well. “What made you decide to go bare?” Sapnap asked, and Y/N looked between the two, “I started on birth control last month, and finally decided to do it bare.” She said, trying to catch her breath as her words were slightly muffled from her face being in the bed. “Well in my opinion, I think we should do that more often.” Punz said, and Sapnap chuckled before agreeing. “Now come on, let’s go shower. We’re all gross.” Y/N said, getting up and wincing once she got off the bed.

Chuckling, Punz picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, “You okay there?” He asked, and Y/N rolled her eyes, “I am fine.” Sapnap who was behind them laughed, “Sure, you almost fell as soon as you got off the bed.” He said, and Y/N hit his chest, “If you two weren’t so rough with me then that wouldn’t have happened.” She clarified, and the other two just snorted, “That’s the point of forgetting about safe sex.” Punz said kissing her cheek as Sapnap started up the shower. “Just get in the damn shower.” Y/N said flustered, and Punz put her down, letting her get in the shower, the other two following.

#sapnap imagine #sapnap #sapnap x reader #sapnap fanfic #sapnap smut #punz #punz fanfiction #punz smut #punz x reader

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spencersmagic · 3 years

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greet me with goodbye - part 7 of 505.

masterlist // 505 series // taglist

summary: the last minutes in their relationship were always going to hurt. they just didn’t know it would hurt this much

couple: fem reader x spencer reid

category: pure angst.

warnings: no happy ending YET. i will be posting the second part, where there will be a happy ending, but for now its sad. mentions of insecurity and self-doubt, relationships falling apart, love deteriorating in a way that you could only describe in detail if you've seen two divorces in your lifetime and have had plenty of time to question whether love is rotten because its love or if it rots because of carelessness. i, as a self-preserving genius, choose nº2.

words: 2.1k

time to read: 12 minutes.

this fic describes love deteriorating in a way that you could only describe in detail if you've seen two divorces in your lifetime and have had plenty of time to question whether love is rotten because its love or if it rots because of carelessness. i, as a self-preserving genius, choose nº2.

i do want to say, though, that any type of feelings or thoughts are best when expressed. tell him that what he did to you was wrong. tell her that her behaviour hurt you. tell them you've fallen for them. subtext gets us nowhere.

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Their relationship had become clumsy.

But not in the sweet way. The way they spoke to each other didn’t resemble the first steps a foal takes. Their arms weren’t learning their way around their world anymore. They weren’t studying how each other’s heartbeat sounded at their touch, their words, in the form of a whisper that promised the world. They weren’t clumsily hugging each other, turning into a tight embrace once their arms found their place.

It was more of a carelessness. The feeling that they were constantly avoiding a conversation, that dark matter between their hearts that only seemed to grow. Like two magnets similarly charged, they would always leave a sacred space between each other, only coming into close proximity of each other when absolutely necessary. Still, she still noticed him pulling away.

Or at least that’s what Y/N felt.

Her heart had always been filled with fear: fear of the unknown, of being too loud, of being too present, too absent, too much. And when she felt him pulling away, she felt her heart being pulled apart. But, what else could she do? She’d given him everything. She’d given so much of herself to him, in hopes of being enough. The idea that Spencer was pulling away because of something she’d done, made Y/N sick to the stomach.

Because, day after day, night after night, she would wake up and he would be gone. And he would be asleep by the time she came back from work, not to mention the avoidance she was shown by the resident genius in the bullpen.

Y/N wasn’t going to be the type of person that forces herself onto someone that doesn’t want anything to do with her. She is a lot of things; strong, caring, independent, intelligent and, above all, observing. If he wants to greet her with goodbye, if he wants to show her disregard in the form of over-the-shoulder, rushed, tiny hello’s and dismissive gestures, she’s not going to act any other way.

He treated her like she was poison. She had given him nothing but honey and kindness, but he treated her like all she had to offer him was ulcers and dry mouth.

Sleepless nights holding each other slowly became restless nights hugging themselves in hopes of finding comfort in their own embrace.

He started staying up on the couch. She acted like it was a mistake, like she knew he didn’t mean to fall asleep so far away from her. He was grateful for this.

Because every time their hands would brush up against each other, she would feel the same spark she’s been feeling for the past two years. And he would feel anxiety creep up from his toes, spreading all over his limbs and heart.

He didn’t like the feeling. He especially didn’t like where it came from.

So, he minimized the amount of physical proximity they had together, until it escalated to taking turns on the couch, pairing up with anybody else during cases, and handing information that was pertinent to the case through Penelope.

It’s better this way, he reminded himself through every breathing moment, it’s better this way.

Spencer had made the following calculations.

If he distances himself from her enough to be convincing, The Woman would either think that Spencer loves her, thus leaving the love of his life alone, to live in peace. Perhaps she would find someone who wouldn’t put her in danger as much as Spencer did. Perhaps he would make her smile in the way he hadn’t been able to in the past three weeks. No matter how heartbreaking the thought was, he knew for a fact that his heart would be crushed forever if Y/N spent the last moments of her life at the unfortunate end of the barrel of a shaking gun in the hands of The Woman, as she had introduced herself.

The first option, though more appealing, is still not enough to keep her safe. He needed to make sure that, at the end of the day, she would be able to come home, and he wouldn’t have the aching feeling inside of his chest where something like that could happen again.

Y/N was known to sleep through anything. She’d slept through 76% of their flights, making her the highest ranked among the team, as Spencer had calculated once after having one too many drinks. She had fallen asleep in bars when their friends had dragged them out for drinks. She had fallen asleep in bullpens, cars and helicopters.

It wasn’t a surprise that she could sleep through a call between Spencer and The Woman, as she had a sniper pointer aimed at her chest through the window.

The call, which he didn’t even want to think about, had started everything. It had started his sleepless nights; it had started his paranoia and fear of being seen with her. It had created a distance between the two of them that could only be mended once The Woman was apprehended, or dead.

Spencer preferred the last.

He had never felt such anger. Spencer wasn’t the type to hate, but when she saw the way The Woman had been smirking at him, hands firm but careless, as she grasped her weapon from the house balcony diagonal to them, he could only think the darkest thoughts. Terrible ideas came to mind, of torture and endless pain, where she was at the other end.

She had asked him how she looked. She had even posed for him as he sobbed quietly. He could only dream of exactly how good she’d look surrounded by the prettiest flowers, in a casket.

He wanted to hurt her. In ways he’d never dreamt of hurting anybody before.

From that moment on, he had been texted from an unknown caller. She had been making requests. Spencer, won’t you buy me a beautiful dress? Spencer, it’s our anniversary, I expect a gift. And the latest. Spencer, buy me flowers, won’t you? I’ve had a terrible day.

So he had gone out. Done all these things she wanted, out of pure fear. Because every time he closed his eyes, he would see the red dot around Y/N’s chest. He would see the way her soft breath made her chest rise and fall as she slept a dreamless sleep. And it paralyzed him.

Spencer had been feeling observed for the past three weeks. Every time she called, her language always indicated that she was somewhere close, watching: a comment about how handsome he looked, how sad Y/N looked traveling alone in the metro, how much his shirt complimented his eyes. So, how could he even think about talking to Hotch, or Prentiss, or anybody else about what was going on? She seemed to creep up in every corner he would turn, every store he would walk into. Every breathing minute had her voice stamped on it.

Spencer walked into their apartment. It felt like a chill rushing onto him, like a ghost walking through him. Perhaps he had, once again, forgotten to call their HVAC repairman. He had been doing that for a while now, as Y/N would note: forgotten to make an effort for her, to fight for her.

Maybe, just maybe, it was the change in scenery. The warmth that usually rushed onto both of them, in the form of hugs and physical care, the smell of freshly baked cookies, or candles, or incense, or anything that said I care about this space, and I care about you.

But that was long gone. Forgotten.

He had expected Y/N to be sleeping. Or at least, pretending to sleep. But as he walked in, he saw her cooking. She was cooking Rossi’s pasta, a dish they had all been taught one day when Rossi invited them for “family bonding time”.

Only she wasn’t cooking. Upon further inspection Spencer realized that she was leaning over the sink. Hyperventilating.

He wanted to rush to her side. To hug her and tell her that everything would be alright. That soon, he would give her everything. He would be there next to her every night, loving her, showing her just how much she’s worth in his eyes. But he can’t do such thing. Not when She could be close, watching.

“Y/N? What is wrong?” he kept his voice as monotonous as possible, and it broke her heart further. It destroyed the last hope it held. Selfishly, naïvely, even, she thought that he would rush to her side, to hug her, tell her he’s sorry for what he’s done. Hell, even to explain just why he was treating her like she was nothing but an inconvenience.

“I can’t do this anymore, Spencer. You know I can’t. It’s not who I am” she whispered between soft sobs.

All he wanted to do was tell her how much he loved her. That he never wanted to hurt her. He wanted to explain the situation at hand, that he’s cooking up a plan and that, once The Woman disappears, they can go back to normal. But he stood there, emotionless. Like he was looking right past her.

She grabbed her coat, put on her boots and rushed out. Not another word was wasted in the rotten relationship that they had wanted to let flourish in that apartment.

He watched her leave before everything settled. Like dust - like tiny particles that had accumulated due to the carelessness, lack of trying.

When they started their relationship, Spencer had gone out of his way to make her feel loved.

He knew how much she had worked to get to where she is in terms of self-confidence and love. He knew just how hard it had been for her, because Spencer had been there every step of the way. He had loved her through every moment where she couldn’t love herself. He had introduced her to the world of affirmations, and how important it is for her to remind herself every single morning that she’s worthy of love, that she is allowed to take up space and that she’s beautiful.

After their first fight, which was instigated by the feeling she constantly had of not feeling enough, resulting in some harmful words said and some feelings left unexpressed, he made sure she knew just how much he loved her. He told her my love, I will love you until my heart stops beating. And, if, for any reason, I change my mind, which I know wont happen, I will immediately tell you. Until then, I will love you as much as you need. But you need to remind yourself, too.

As she walked out of the doorway, she affirmed once again.

Spencer is my boyfriend, he loves me, and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for me. She added, he’s right behind me. He’s following me out because he cares about us, and wants to fight for what we have.

But as she turned around, he was gone.

And she was left only with the constant reminder that the embrace of the coat she had picked out could never replace the feeling of his arms around her, soothing her.

After what felt like forever, but was probably sometime around two hours, she decided to walk back to their shared apartment.

She had cried, called Penelope to tell her what happened, lied down on the grass looking up at the stars in that park they went on a picnic to during one of their first dates. She had screamed in anger, and kicked the ground, and cried over an ant she had stepped on accidentally.

She had made decisions. Decisions to go back, to leave him, make a bag with all of her belonging, the things that she had picked out to nourish an environment and relationship that was bound to fail. And she would leave.

But, as Y/N walked back, she found the front door open, the apartment trashed in a way that screamed threat, and a promise in the form of a note.

I know where you are. If you come looking for him, I will kill you both.

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