#also i missed the first 15 minutes which might just have been the best part maybe? guess well see on the rewatch

[ahoneesan]

i saw the new kamen rider. not thrilled with it. the biggest crime frankly was the action scenes sucked ass. soundtrack was incredible. good villain concepts that dont get the fight scenes they deserve. too much stilted monologue-reverse-monologue. both too slow and too fast. with deep dissatisfaction i have to say i think this might come in under shin ultra for me

[oldmannapping]

Ficlet: Bodyswap (Dick-Jason and Tim-Steph)

Based on my own prompt, which wouldn't leave my brain.

This is a body-swap fic with only the awkwardness. None of the bonding. Just the weird uncomfortable parts. Okay maybe a little of the bonding.

Excerpt:

Across the Cave, a furious voice echoed off stalagmites and startled several bats.

“Why are you so HORNY ALL THE TIME?!”

An indignant, and equally-bat-startling voice immediately responded.

“Why AREN’T you?!”

It seems there was an impasse.

It’s a tale as old as time. Batfamily meets warlock, warlock fumbles a spell, warlock disappears in a cloud of smoke, Batfamily realises they’re body-swapped…

You know. That old classic.

WARNINGS: Mentions of menstruation, mentions of sex drives and sexuality, swearing

Across the Cave, a furious voice echoed off stalagmites and startled several bats.

“Why are you so HORNY ALL THE TIME?!”

An indignant, and equally-bat-startling voice immediately responded.

“Why AREN’T you?!”

It seems there was an impasse.

It’s a tale as old as time. Batfamily meets warlock, warlock fumbles a spell, warlock disappears in a cloud of smoke, Batfamily realises they’re body-swapped…

You know. That old classic.

Dick and Jason were glaring at each other. Themselves. Each other, in each other’s bodies. You've got it, it's not your first rodeo right?

It’s been three days since the unfortunate warlock incident. As well as Jason and Dick, Tim and Stephanie have also been body-swapped in a move that seemed particularly designed by the spell/universe to cause maximum rage to Steph and mortification to Tim.

Jason and Dick have refused to allow the team to be locked down because Fuck Off, You Can’t Tell Me What To Do (Jason) and Bruce For The Good Of The Team We Need Some Space Because If We Murder Each Other It Will Be Bad For Morale (Dick).

Bruce might have held out for longer but Alfred’s visiting family in England and without his arched brow of British judgement, Bruce tends to let his children pick whichever course of action seems like it will cause the least about of hassle to Bruce’s personal routine.

He didn’t love them in the Cave 24/7 either. He’s had to ship Cass and Damian off to one of his nicer safehouses because having to manage four moody, hormonal, body-swapped vigilantes was hard enough without the mental load of school pickups and packed lunches. He misses Alfred. He’s hiding in his office at the moment, getting more Wayne Enterprises work done than he has in years.

Jason and Dick, and Tim and Stephanie, have spent three days in each other’s bodies, absolutely not patrolling or going anywhere that they’re likely to be recognised, but exercising and getting coffee and generally behaving like prisoners on day release. Zatanna has assured them that these sorts of spells usually fizzle out after less than a month, so it’s just a waiting game.

Apparently, they are bored. Apparently, they’re getting on each other’s nerves again.

Jason, in Dick’s body, has just raked his hands through his hair and pulled it nearly hard enough to rip it out.

“Why are you so HORNY ALL THE TIME!?” he has bellowed.

Dick’s reaction is to pull Jason’s body to its full height in indignation. “Why AREN’T you?” he shouts back.

Jason is at the end of his rope. “Everyone you see!” he says, pointing a finger at Dick. “I was just going for a fucking RUN. I just wanted some exercise, because this fucking body can’t go three minutes without goddam MOVING. And it just wouldn’t SHUT UP.”

He’s so mad. He continues: “This fucking body checks out EVERYONE. You’re constantly just sizing people up and thinking about boning them. ALL THE FUCKING TIME.”

Dick is also mad. “That’s not true!” he rebuts. “I notice people! We’re trained to be observant! Yeah, one of the things I notice about them is attraction. That’s NORMAL. That’s what people DO. At least I’m not thinking about the best ways I could incapacitate some poor 15-year-old barista.”

Jason flares Dick’s nostrils. “I do NOT think about hurting kids.”

Dick scoffs. “No, you think about hurting EVERYONE. Everyone you see is a threat. How could I take this person down? Am I stronger than this person? Is that lady hiding a gun in that baby stroller? All day long! You think that’s normal? You think that’s better than noticing if someone’s attractive?”

“It’s more fucking useful, especially in our line of work. You think you’ll ever save the day with a heroic boner?”

“Oh my god stop talking about it!”

“I wish I could stop THINKING about it! I had to SHOWER in this goddam body. Do you know how hard it is to ignore someone else’s boner in your shower? I nearly punched myself in the dick, pun fucking intended.”

Dick makes Jason’s teeth grind. “Do NOT break my penis.”

Jason points at Dick again like he’s a giant disobedient dog. “I will get your FUCKING nipples pierced if this body has one more hard on. I’m not fucking around.”

Dick flails Jason’s huge arms. His fluid, lithe movements look very out of place on a muscle-bound heavyweight. Almost campy. “I have literally ZERO control over that right now. You realise that right? You realise you sound ridiculous.”

“You’re the one who conditioned your body to be like this. Make it stop!”

“I don’t know if you forgot about this part of puberty or if you were just too busy being angry and emo and FARTING to notice, but boners are a fact of life, suck it up.”

“Firstly, some of us actually eat vegetables - YOU need more fibre in your diet, Grayson, don’t get me started on that – and secondly, sorry I didn’t condition myself to repress freakish amounts of lust. I must have been too busy DYING and being RESURRECTED and BRAINWASHED BY THE LEAGUE OF ASSASSINS.”

“Oh my god WE GET IT, YOU DIED. You cannot use that to win every argument. Stop being so angry in my body, I can feel how gross and grouchy yours is all the time and I don’t want you infecting mine.”

“That’s funny, since I’m probably keeping your body the cleanest it’s been since you were fifteen, you horny maniac.”

“There’s a difference between feeling attraction and acting on it! It’s NORMAL to notice people in a sexual way! Don’t shame me!”

“Stop saying ‘attraction’, this is not attraction, this is Ivy-level mind-fogging crotch-throbbing run-ruining-“

“Just because all YOU think about is violence and murder, don’t get mad at me for having a sex drive!”

“I’m not mad at you for having a sex drive! I’m mad at you for making ME have your sex drive!”

“I didn’t cast this spell!”

“I know!”

“There’s nothing wrong with being sexual and expressing it with whoever I want, as long as they’re consenting!”

“I know! I support you! I couldn’t give a fuck who you bone and I don’t want to think about it, but I support it!”

“Good!”

“Good!”

Steph and Tim are standing a few feet away, watching hypnotically. Steph uses Tim’s bony elbow to nudge him in her ribs. She whispers something to him and he snorts a laugh, then freezes.

“Um,” he says in Steph’s voice, expression tight. “I think you might need to teach me how to use a tampon. Or, uh. Sanitary pad. Whichever you’re most comfortable with. Or. Um. Maybe your body just peed? Many women develop incontinence after childbirth, so it’s fine, I just. Uh. I just want to know what I’m dealing with here.”

Steph gapes at him. “Jesus fucking Christ.” She grabs her phone and swears when the fingerprint ID doesn’t work. Jabbing in her PIN, she swipes to her period tracker app. “Fuck. Un-fucking-believable.”

Ten minutes later, Steph and Tim emerge from the Cave’s bathrooms with grim expressions, not meeting each other’s eyes.

Tim, valiantly trying to remain scientific, offers, “I didn’t know it smelled different than normal blood.”

Steph digs Tim’s nails into his palms. “Stop talking.”

Tim cannot stop talking. “I just mean. I’ve been around a lot of blood, but never, you know. That kind of blood. And I never thought about how, in its basic composition, it’s not just blood, it’s also endometrial cells and cervical lining so of course it would be different.”

“Stop. Talking.”

Tim is a nervous talker. “And also, good idea on using the gloves and applicator. That way I didn’t have to touch any, um, you know, touch your, touch you when I was doing the. Yeah. Not that it would be gross or bad to touch you, I mean. You’re very. Great. And women are. So brave. Every month. But it’s just. You know. It’s not. I mean you consented, but in this situation, is it really consent, since this whole thing is kind of coercive, since you don’t REALLY have control over your-“

“SHUT UP!”

Dick and Jason raise their heads like meerkats from where they’ve ended up facing off with their phones, stubbornly shout-reading each other google search results for “normal male sex drive” and “how do I know if I’m asexual”.

“Everything okay over there?” asks Dick, Jason’s deeper voice carrying easily across the Cave.

“Fine!” say Steph and Tim in tandem.

“Totally natural and normal!” adds Tim helpfully. “We’re totally comfortable. We’re blossoming. We’re very healthy.”

Steph groans. “I cannot believe I used to date you.”

Part Two

[nunalastor]

Here's to my knowledge about shotguns and bullets being worth something so I can talk about Alastor's death.

First of all the buckshot bullets that were probably used (named as they are intended to take out bucks which if he died by being mistaken for a deer is likely) actually come in one shot as a group of 9 to take out larger prey as per the designs of shotguns. The bullets separate from one another about half a degree every 10 feet or so. For the mark Alastor has, he was shot probably from 10-20 feet. This would do horrific damage to his skull in a mark about the size of someone’s fist at the front but at least one bullet would land where his mark is.

Alastor would not die immediately, but it would blind him immediately and the back of his skull would be missing. Depending on the circumstances around the area, like the season, would also determine what level of consciousness he had because warmer weather promotes blood flow aka kills him way faster.

That type of wound has been survived before with a rifle by a guy in WW1, it blinded him and he never slept again in his 20-30 years of extra life (he went insane) but he lived. With a shotgun it’s not going to and Alastor would lose consciousness in around 15-30 seconds because at least one of those bullets hit all the important things at the center of his brain. If his luck is really shit he might be able to go for a full minute or maybe but less likely two if he somehow doesn’t just go into irreversible shock. He may not fully die for another few minutes after that, so if there was a medic on hand there might have been something to be done (probably not, even these days that wound would be barely survivable let alone the 1930s) but this was the middle of the woods, so that hunter probably just had to watch him die.

Also because of the nature of how bullets work just to ruin Alastor's day a little bit more, the speed of compressed air would start small fires to maximize damage in Alastor’s brain. That part would only worsen with the distance away the hunter was.

Overall for Alastor the best outcome would be to lose consciousness within 15-30 seconds (or nigh-instantly if he landed on a rock or saw the bullet coming and clenched his neck muscles enough to knock himself out yes humans can do that, it feels like a design flaw) and for that consciousness to be pure shock and unable to process the dogs. That outcome does not seem to be what happened.

But no, he probably wouldn't have been able to call for his mother before death, because what remained of his brain would be trying to figure out wtf happened, and even if he somehow figured that out and wasn't in shock, his brain would have taken too much damage to form an actual word.

I imagine he heard a crack in the woods and pissed himself and called for his mommy before the hunter took pity on his ass and shot him

[avatarl0v3r]

Hiii can i request Lo’ak being in love with Human fem reader and they share their first kiss but mama Netyiri finds them and forbids them from seeing each other again? But reader almost dies protecting Lo’ak so Netyiri let’s them date each other?

“Na’vi Can’t Be With Humans”

Lo’akxFem!Human!Reader

This is a longer one

Index: the reader and lo’ak have been bestfriends for years and soon grew feelings for each other but Neytiri doesn't want her son to be with a human

warning/notes: cussing, near death experience, somewhat jealous Lo'ak, angst (if you blink you’ll miss it), not proof read, the war between humans and Na’vi is still going on, in the first part Lo’ak and reader are 15, when the year time skip comes read and Lo’ak are 16, Tsireya is one of my favorite characters but for this story she might be a bitch, i picture y/n as black in all my story’s but i don’t mention skin color nor hair type etc but in this her hair is curly (3b-3c)

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You’ve been on pandora since you could remember you were born here along with Spider, but the difference was you were curious about life on earth both your parents were scientist and worked on making you an avatar to just survive around here and it was fully mature when you were the age of 12 even though you were 15 your parents wanted to run a few tests on it before you used it, so your mother gave you her music player that you could take with you anywhere.

It had many songs on it, and you would listen to it all the time. Lo'ak who was your best friend was interested in the music that would play.

Neytiri wasn't very happy about this let alone the fact Lo'ak was friends with you, but Jake brushed it off for he was also human at one point.

As a human girl you weren't that tall compared to the Na'vi only standing at 5'8 the same height at Tuk which you hated mainly because she was 8 years old, and you were 15 years old.

One morning you woke up and grabbed your music player from off the table and started listening to "kill bill" by SZA sining the song as you got dressed for the day unlike Spider you actually got somewhat dressed you walked out your room with your music player and headed outside saying good morning to your parents who were looking over things with your avatar "Heading out" you say as you walk pass them "Mask" your father yelled "Got it" you said as you grabbed the mask and put it on your face walking out the door.

you seen Spider running past you "Bet ill be you there first" you rolled your eyes "Unlike you im in no rush to get there" you say slightly annoyed he would even talk to you you started to ignore him which made him annoyed and just leave you alone.

—

Finally, after a few minutes you made it to where the Sully kids were Neteyam looked over and noticed you and smiled and walked up to you and hugged you "Hey Tey" you said smiling Lo'ak looked over hearing your voice and a sight pain hit his heart as he watched you hug Neteyam.

You walked over to him and sat next to him he pouted you rolled your eyes smiling "Oh my what is it this time" you crossed his arms and turned his head away from you kind of like a baby who doesn't get what they wanted "Im offended you hugged Neteyam before me" you looked at him with disbelief and started laughing "This is what its about," you continued to laugh he only glared at you "Lo'ak i apologize i hugged Tey before you even if he greeted me before you" you said sarcastically before hugging him dramatically before jumping up and turning to your group of friends "Who want to go swimming?" Everyone nodded and headed to the river.

—

it was starting to get late the sun was almost setting and you and kiri were talking on a rock about random things, and laughing while watching everyone play in the water you looked at Kiri and asked her “What would i do if i liked someone…you know more than a friend” she looked at you wide eyed.

—

Lo’ak had looked over at the sound of your laugh and only heard little bit of the conversation “What would i do if i liked someone… you know more than a friend” he didn’t know why but your words hurt him his energy was off the rest of the day and he just headed back home before it got to late and he didn’t tell you goodbye you weren’t the only on who noticed this Kiri noticed too.

—

You all went back to the mountains where the Na’vi stayed Kiri told Jake she would be walking you back home since it would eclipse “Bye Lo’ak, bye Neteyam” Neteyam waved bye but Lo’ak just ignored you making you stare at him in confusion.

As you and Kiri walked you were thinking about how Lo’ak was acting “What’s wrong?” you looked at her “I’m just thinking about how Lo’ak was acting back at home” you look away from her and at the path ahead of you both “Well, i mean Lo’ak likes you and we all know that you like him back and maybe he heard some of our conversation and took it as you liked someone else” you looked at her slightly guilty “I hope not…I would feel terrible.”

Kiri and you arrived at your home you turned to her and hugged her “Thanks for the talk love you bye” she smiled “No problem love you too bye” she waved as she walked back towards her home as you shut the door behind you.

Your parents looked at you with warm smiles but their expressions changed after seeing your face your mom was the first to speak “You okay baby?” you nodded and took the mask off hanging it up where it’s meant to and walked to your room.

Your parents were left there confused after a few minutes and getting ready for bed and everything you came back to your room and laid under the blankets just sitting alone with your thoughts until your bedroom door opened and you looked up.

“Oh hi momma” you sat up in your bed your back resting against the head board looking at her “What’s wrong?” “Noth-“ she cut you off before you could finish talking “And don’t say nothing your a shitty lier” you sighed “Tell me what happened”

You told her everything and for a moment it was quiet “Look here’s what i’d tell you to do talk him one on one, no friends, no eavesdroppers, just you and him then tell him about how you feel and shit” you laughed at her words “Maybe” “Love ya” “Love you too” she headed for the door and was about to close it then stopped turning around “Oh yea your avatars almost fully matured” you smiled “Hell yea.”

—

The next night you told Kiri about your plan and went and found Lo’ak dragging him along with you “Bro hurry up” he laughed at you sprinting ahead of him “Hey! don’t fall your mask might break” he said his voice full of worry as you ran, even if he’s not the one you like he couldn’t bring himself to stop caring for you.

You came to a stop at the top of a tree overlooking some of Pandora “Shit” Lo’ak said as he stopped almost running into you grabbing you by your shoulders to keep you both steady.

You laughed at his face but didn’t ignore the fact his energy was still off your turned away from him and sat down allowing your legs to hang off the tree edge, staring at the world in front of you the world looked as if it was almost fake, it was dark but the bioluminescence forest lit up the night, the moon hung over Pandora like a blanket, you could hear animals running around and making noises, and the air smelled like fresh grass and free soil the smell relaxed you.

You stared at the world in front of you. There was a comfortable silence between the both of you for sometime Lo’ak broke it with his voice to “So why’d you bring me out here” you looked at him having to think of your words “Well i want to tell you something I-“ Lo’ak cut you off “Y/n i’m happy for you really i’m glad you found someone” you looked at him confused “I’m sorry what,” you then started to laugh “your joking right, please tell me your joking.”

You noticed he was being serious, and your laughing stopped as you sighed and looked at him "Lo'ak who do you think i like?" He looked out at Pandora "Neteyam" you burst out laughing "Fuck no i do not like Neteyam" he looked at you shocked "What do you mean" you looked at him "Holy shit Lo’ak your slow are you gonna make me do something to get it threw your head.”

“What-“ before he could finish you kissed him Lo’ak’s eyes widened his heart rate increased he relaxed and melted into the kiss, the two of you broke apart you then hugged him just sitting there looking at pandora.

—

“Lo’ak” Neytiri was looking for her son because it was past eclipse the sight she saw was one she never wanted to see again her son was kissing the human girl she had never wanted around he eyes widened and she ran over to the two of you ripping you apart she hissed at you causing you to stand up and get as far away as you could “Mo-“ Neytiri looked at her son the anger in her eyes causing his words to get caught in his throat “I don’t want you around my son nor my family do i make myself clear” she said anger lacing her words you only nodded and headed back to your humble abode.

That night you laid in bed you couldn’t tell if you were mad or sad, you really didn’t feel anything besides the tears pooling down your face you were mainly just confused as to how Spider can still hangout with them even with all the shit going on between him and Kiri that’s what you were mad and sad because you no longer could you ended up just watching Nexflix on your tablet since your parents still had a connection from earth you could watch movies here so that what you did.

—

Lo’ak was angry at dinner Neytiri seemed to think she did a good job as a mother telling Y/n she didn’t want her around her kids she had yet to tell Jake of this Lo’am was to angry to be hungry.

Jake noticed “What’s wrong Lo’ak” all the anger that had built up exploded out of him “Mom told Y/n she doesn��t want her around me or any of us she thinks Y/n’s just like the other people, even though you were a human too the only difference was you went into your avatars body so i don’t fucking understand what the difference is between you and Y/n you had a avatar to put your soul in while Y/n doesn’t THATS the only fucking difference she’s still a human and so is dad with or without his Na’vi body and not even you,” Lo’ak pointed to his mom “can deny that you still choose to save him in his human form so before you say anything about Y/n think about how hypocritical your being!” with that he stood up and stomped out of the hut and grabbed his Ikran and flew away.

Jake looked at Neytiri a anger she’s never seen before in his eyes “Neteyam, Kiri take Tuk outside and do something i need to have a talk with your mother” they nodded and headed outside.

“What’s wrong with you” she looked offended “Me ?! Y/n’s kind killed my father, my sister, ruined my home, her and Lo’ak kissed and you ask me what wrong with me” Jake sighs “Me and her father are close He’s like my brother Y/n is like my niece and for you to just push her away and forbid her from seeing our children is bullshit, Tuk loves her like a sister, you have no right to do that Neytiri.”

—

Lo’ak flew to the lab you lived at and landed his Ikran and crept to your window he peaked inside the room seeing you laying there watching people moving on your screen he recalled you had called it ‘Netflix’ whatever that is he noticed your tear stained face, your red nose, and puffy eyes as if you’ve been crying your whole life made his ears press flat against his head and his his expression change to that of sadness, sadness because he knew it was his mom who said those hurtful things to you, sadness because he knew he couldn’t disobey his mom and be with a human.

Lo’ak hated that word human what was the point of that word honestly every human he’s seen looked the same besides skin color, hair color, hair texture, and gender but they all had hair, five fingers like himself, without tails, and weren’t blue, Na’vi have the same thing most are blue or some shade of blue, have four fingers, no hair besides their head and ends of their tails.

Lo’ak knew his dad was once human which is why he was angry when his mom yelled at you to never come back, means no more hanging out with him, no more making flower crowns with Tuk or telling her stories, no more making fun of Neteyam with him, no more annoying kiri, nothing at all just how it was before he met you, the thought made his sick to his stomach.

Ears still flat against his head and nervousness flooded his body and mind he hesitantly knocked on your window waiting for you to notice him, when you finally did you’re glum expression changed to one of happiness as you paused your show and climbed across your bed to the window to open it you had no idea why he went to your window when your parents always allow him over no matter the time but still you opened the window and allowed him to clime inside his tail bumping your vines and tabistrys hanging off your wall and ceiling.

“Lo’ak watch the tail” he looked confused then noticed he had pulled down a vine and was now wrapped around his tail you helped him get out of the vine before sitting back down in the bed and covering yourself up allowing your body to claim back its warmth.

Lo’ak sits on the edge of your bed not knowing where to start you just watch him waiting for him to do something as your waiting your mom walks in the room and stops before she’s all the way in “Lo’ak when’d you get here, why didn’t you just use the door?,” she laughs slightly “anyways Y/n your avatar will be read to be taken out next week” she said a large smile on her face and shut the door and walked back down the hall, which made you smile.

Lo’ak looked confused “What’s an avatar?” you laughed slightly “It’s my Na’vi body, that looks like me, it just has some human things to it like you” you said smiling before everything was quiet again.

“I’m sorry” you looked confused “for what?” his ears were now flat against his head while his face showed sadness “My mom…” you smiled sadly at him “It’s okay, you’ve got nothing to do with it, but you shouldn’t come around here anymore since i don’t want you to get into anymore trouble” you weren’t sure if it was possible but his ears laid even flatter against his head sad by what you said but he knew it was true.

“We can watch Netflix, listen to music before you go?” he smiled it made him happy you still wanted him around you just didn’t want to get him in trouble, the two of you cuddled the rest of the night watching a show until it was time for him to leave.

“Bye Lo’ak.”

—

It had been a year since the last time you or Lo’ak seen each other, you had somewhat gotten over the fact Neytiri had forbid you from seeing Lo’ak and the rest of them, you’ve gotten used to fact Neytiri forbid you from seeing Lo’ak and the rest of them, you’ve gotten used to using your avatar along side your parents, even joining them in the lab and doing experiments which you loved, celebrating your 16th birthday, you missed Lo’ak with your whole soul but what were you to do.

Lo’ak on the other hand hated he hadn’t seen you, his family had to leave to find a place to protect them and the people, him and his family went to the Metkayina a few months before, but then Kiri had a seizure and Jake contacted Norm and Max to come see what was wrong.

—

“Uncle Norm, uncle Max where are we going?” you asked as you were packing your things “Something happened so hurry and meet us at the helicopter” uncle Max said before him and Norm walked out the lab.

You had gotten the rest of your stuff around and walked out heading for the helicopter. You were interested in knowing where you were going but your uncles would tell you anything, Max was your biological uncle because of your mom while Norm was kinda just a close friend of your dad.

You sat there looking at the landscape in-front of you “Holy shit!” you laughed with a smile your Uncle Max smiled at your reaction “Language” he said “Please you were smiling at me” you said rolling your eyes.

This was your first time seeing the ocean and the animals jumping out of it “This is amazing” you said while smiling.

Soon you had landed when you hopped out many pale-ish blue Na’vi were staring at you whispers coming from each of them things like “Her hairs curly like ours but with more noticeable curls” etc. you get it, you walked past then and seen Jake you ran to him and hugged him he gladly hugged you back “Hey kid” he said laughing you let him go forgetting how tall Na’vi are Max and Norm walked up to him “Where is she?” Jake nodded and led them through the village to their marui your eyes widened at the sight “Holy shit, what the hell is wrong with my friend!” you say to Jake “Take it easy, we don’t know” you sigh “I’ll take some scans” Max and Norm nodded.

You scanned her body “So Jake what happened?” Jake had to recall what happened “The kids said she connected her queue to the tree the Metkayina people have her similar to the tree of souls and she just passed out” you look closely “She had a seizure, but it shows nothing wrong with her, her brain work seems perfect, you can let her do it again” Jakes eyes widened “What never??” you sighed standing up “If she does this again and has a seizure under water, she may not survive this time she was lucky.”

Ronal walks in and looks at you and your uncles “It seems i am not needed here” she turns to walk away Neytiri says something to her before your all kicked out Max and Norm are ready to go as they walk back to the helicopter and seen Neteyam and hugged him smiling “Holy shit- Y/n, i’ve missed you” he said hugging you back disbelief in his voice “i gotta go catch up with my Uncles ill see you later” you jogged off catching up with the two grown men “We aren’t leaving yet, not until i know Kiri is gonna be okay” They looked at each other knowing you weren’t gonna let this one slide “Fine” they both said you put your stuff in the helicopter and grabbed your music player and a hair tie you put your hair into a makeshift bun just so it could hold your curls securely and put the headphones on and walked along the beach.

You thought about life a year ago, how you missed Lo’ak, but now you’ve changed within that year gap of not seeing him, you’ve matured a bit more and acted somewhat differently, you didn’t take that many adventures around Pandora anymore, you worked in the lab with your parents and other scientists, became less naive, became more closed off in a way, kept to yourself, got a hell of a lot stronger, you wondered what Lo’ak would think of you now it was eating you alive thinking of all the possibilities.

What if he found a mate.

What if he doesn’t like the person you’ve become.

What if he forgot about you.

No, Lo’ak couldn’t have forgotten about you, but then again where was he you only seen Neteyam, Lo’ak was no where to be found you sighed and dipped you feet into the water allowing yourself to relax and breath.

Soon your thoughts were interrupted by laughing this caught your attention so you walked over your eyes widened seeing Lo’ak with another girl it kinda hurt you knowing he probably moved on from you, but it hurt knowing he made a friendship like your and his with someone else.

You turned to walk away leaving you in your thoughts once again with tears rolling down your face and your curls sticking to the tear trail, before you were pulled out your thoughts ones again “Hey! who are you come back here!” the person yelled based off the voice it was Lo’aks just slightly deeper.

You started to walk faster your face already cleared of tears your only focus was getting as far away from here as you could.

A hand landed on your shoulder to your shock without thinking you grabbed the arm twisted it and pulled it forward flipping the person onto the ground then landing with a thud you eyes widened “Shit i’m sorry” you say quickly before helping the person up.

“It’s all good” the person said brushing the sand out their hair you were very short compared to the Na’vi in front of you “You sure? I did kinda just flip you onto your back” you nervously laugh the Na’vi looks at you then their eyes widen with shock.

—

Lo’ak and Tsireya were laughing in the water, oh how he wished he was laughing with Y/n.

Lo’ak longed for Y/n everyday since the last time he saw her but when he started to hang out with tsireya the more he longed.That was until he noticed a small human looking figure walking away from the beach where they were “Lo’ak someone’s watching us” reya pointed to the fleeing figure making Lo’ak go after them and end up where he was now in front of the person that flipped him onto his back.

—

You stood there not sure if he recognized you, the other Na’vi walks up to Lo’ak and rest her hands on his arms giving you a bitchy look you roll your eyes not caring she was taller than you.

The girl looked at you as she held Lo’ak tightly against her “If you don’t mind we’re hanging out at the moment” you rolled your eyes “Yup, my bad” you said moving your body past Lo’aks.

The pair watched you leave Lo’ak thinking you looked and sounded familiar but he didn’t have much time to think about it since reya pulled him along with her Lo’ak kept watching your figure that was until he heard Tuk scream a name he hasn’t heard in years.

“Y/n!!!.”

Lo’aks eyes widened and he ripped his arm from reyas “Lo’ak?” she asked confused “Not right now Reya” Lo’ak ran until he caught sight of the you.

—

“Hey Tuk” you said looking at her “You’ve gotten shorter” Tuk laughed “Oh? maybe it’s because you’ve gotten taller-“ your words were cut off as you hit the ground “I missed you so so much” you looked down it was Lo’ak he had his arms wrapped around your waist while tears streamed down his face “I missed you too Lo’ak” you said kissing the top of his head over and over again.

—

When Neytiri seen you a Lo’ak hanging out she hated it, Jake on the other hand was happy to see his son so happy.

Tsireya on the other hand was not so much she blamed you for taking Lo’ak away from her even though it had only been a few months she knew she wanted to mate with him, you were extremely nice to her wanting to get to know her after Lo’ak introduced the two of you, when meeting her you could tell she hated you but you stayed being nice no matter what.

You and Lo’ak spent time together all the time from morning to night, when Kiri finally woke up it was time to leave.

Lo’ak greeted you that morning only to find out you had to leave “You leaving already?!” you smiled sadly “Lo’ak you know i can’t stay here even when if wanted to i couldn’t there no place for a human here” you said looking around eyes settling on Tsireya knowing she would be happier if you left “But when would i see you again?!” you smiled sadly “I’m not sure Lo’ak, but i can promise it’ll be very soon.”

You hugged Lo’ak he hugged you back just as tightly his tail wrapping around your human figure, Tsireya felt a growl in her throat as she watched.

You and Lo’ak parted ways once you’re feet hit the helicopter floor but you knew you’d be seeing him sooner than you thought.

This is gonna have a part two or this is gonna be a hell of a lot longer then it needs to be

[still-with-koo]

Dance with Me | JHS

summary: you’re in love with your best friend and that’s been enough for you all these years, satisfied with just being his friend. but when he surprises you with a home-cooked meal, tira misu, and impromptu dancing, something snaps in you. is this the start, or the end, of something beautiful?

pairing: hoseok x lawyer!reader

wc: 5,222

genre/warnings/rating: 15+; angst; fluff; best friends to lovers; pining; unrequited love; some (poor) attempts at humour; a few swear words; kissing; unexpected kissing; Hobi has a pet name for you (pumpkin); sexual innuendos; suggestive themes; some dancing; people barge in; cameo from namjoon and jimin; minor self doubt / self esteem issues. the characters in this story are my own and do not reflect on the members of bts or anyone else. this is all made up and just for fun, please don’t take it too seriously!

a/n: this is a repost of a birthday gift for Hobi <3

You’re done. Finally, after three weeks of full day hearings sandwiched between late nights working into early mornings, you just presented your final arguments to the judge. Your part is over and now it’s in the court’s hands.

It’s only now that you realize the full extent of your exhaustion. Almost at your apartment building, your legs feel like they might give out. The benefit of living close to the courthouse is that you can walk to it. It’s also the disadvantage on days like today. A lazy car ride seems much more appealing than a 20 minute walk after the last few weeks you’ve had.

Your head is buzzing from lack of sleep and food. All you want to do is melt into your couch and do absolutely nothing while someone serves you a warm home-cooked meal.

But you don’t have a someone unfortunately.

Finally you get to your door and turn the lock. But it’s already unlocked? Slowly opening the door, you scan the inside.

Oh no.

Someone’s in the kitchen.

You quickly pull out your phone only to be greeted with—

“Y/N?”

You sigh in relief at the sight of your best friend, Hobi, coming out of the kitchen.

He seems surprised to see you. Odd, considering it’s your apartment.

“Joon said you wouldn’t be back for another half hour,” Hobi exasperates, running his hand through his hair. “I haven’t finished the seasoning yet and the chicken still needs some more time.”

He pauses to look at you as you continue to stand in the doorway. His nose scrunches up as he tries to gauge your mood. This little habit of his always makes your heart feel like it’s going to burst. Even more so now; you’ve really missed seeing him these past few weeks.

“Ah, my timing is bad, right?”

You walk over to him, ignoring his question while he continues to stare at you, waiting for a response. His confusion is so endearing.

You suddenly throw your arms around him, startling him. You pull him in tight and as if a light switch turned on, his hands snake around you, squeezing you even tighter and letting out a low hum of satisfaction.

“I’m really happy you’re here, Hobi.”

You pull back your head a bit, “Just give me a heads up first next time, ok? I almost called the police.”

Hobi laughs and pulls you back into him.

“My bad. I just wanted to surprise you.”

He gives you a messy kiss on the side of your face as you playfully pull away, feigning disgust as you pretend to wipe it away while he pouts at you. His hand lingers on your waist and you let it fall away as you plop down onto your couch with a loud thump.

“I’m just kidding, Hobi. You know I love surprises and I love you… for doing this. I’m just exhausted.”

Hobi sits down beside you, rubbing your thigh soothingly as he looks over at you leaning back on the couch. You do look absolutely exhausted.

He notices several strands of hair in your eyes, which you don’t bother to move away as you close your eyes.

If your eyes had been open, you would have noticed Hobi furrowing his brows as he leans towards you. He couldn’t stand it when your hair got in your eyes.

You feel him press into the couch and when you open your eyes you see him merely inches from your face, gently leaning over you to brush the hair out of your eyes strand by strand. As you look up at him, you notice the concentration in his eyes. It’s intense and impossibly cute.

And you also notice how close his lips are to yours at this angle. Like little pink petals.

He looks down into your eyes and smiles. You blush at the feeling of his eyes gazing deeply into yours. You can usually control your feelings around him but something about the way he is staring into your soul—

“I missed you Y/N. You were so busy, pumpkin. I was worried about you.”

His eyes flutter to your lips for a split second and when his head dips slightly you feel a sudden urge to kiss him.

You bite your lip, settling for a quick glance instead.

But it seems you stared at his lips for a second too long.

“Are you feeling ok, pumpkin?”

“Huh?”

You flick your eyes back up to his quickly, hoping your cheeks aren’t as red as they feel.

“You were just staring. Kind of cute, actually.”

“Ahem. I wasn’t staring.”

He backs up from you a bit and you can see the beginnings of a grin.

“I’ve known you long enough, Y/N. What are you thinking about?”

With that sly smile on his face, this felt like the beginning of some fantasy, a dream you’ve had far more times than you’d care to admit. One where you confess you wanted to kiss him and then...

But you couldn’t tell him that. Oh. Definitely not.

“Um, I’m just thinking about…” You trail off, blanking on anything other than the truth. I’m thinking about you, Hobi. About how much I want to kiss you.

He then breaks into a chuckle.

“I’m just teasing, pumpkin. You don’t have to tell me. I should go check on the chicken.”

As he starts to rise, you mindlessly throw your arms around his neck again, pulling him into you, throwing him off balance as he crashes into you.

“Y/N what—”

He immediately plants his hands on either side of you to avoid having his body crush you but you feel his weight on you anyway, relishing the closeness for a few seconds longer than you probably should.

You pull him tight against you and nuzzle against his neck, whispering against his ear sleepily, “Don’t go yet, Hobi. I missed you too. I missed your hugs sooo much.”

He just chuckles into your hair, his free hand snaking under your waist so he can give you a quick squeeze.

“I’m not going anywhere, pumpkin. But I need to check on the chicken. Unless you don’t mind charred chicken breast.”

“Mmm… I don’t mind.”

“Well, I do.”

He plants a soft kiss on the side of your head and pulls away, chuckling at the little whine you let out at his release. Your eyes are closed but you can sense his presence hovering over you for a few seconds before he walks away.

You let out a puff of air as you slowly open your eyes. Your forehead creases as you realize you are starting to become reckless. You are starting to cross the line from friendship into something more. You’re playing a dangerous game and you start to feel guilty.

You’re not sure how Hobi would feel about all this. Your unwitting partner in this dangerous game. You know your hidden feelings are unfair to him. Surely it’s wrong to take pleasure in contact that should be strictly platonic?

He sees you as a friend. And deep down you know you need to stay on the right side of that line.

But how can you? Friends don’t think about kissing each other. Friends don’t nuzzle into each other’s necks and leave soft kisses when they think the other won’t notice. Friends don’t fantasize about doing things to each other behind closed doors. Do they?

You want to tell him how you feel. But what if he doesn’t feel the same. What if he no longer wants to be around you anymore. You can’t imagine he would want to be around some weirdo who wants him when he just … doesn’t.

You close your eyes again, wondering if you’ll ever be able to confess your feelings to Hobi. Feelings that could turn your beautiful friend into a beautiful stranger all at once.

Could you survive on fantasy alone? It’s not like you have someone to take your mind off Hobi. Could you live with hidden glances and soft lingering touches that quicken your heartbeat while your friend sees you as nothing more than just that. A friend.

You shut your eyes even tighter, trying to convince yourself you feel nothing for him.

We’re just friends. Best friends. I love him. I don’t think about kissing him. I don’t imagine Hobi’s hands on my body. I don’t want his—

“Y/N?”

Shit. You were concentrating so hard on convincing yourself that you’re not sure if you said any of that out loud.

“Yeah, Hobi?”

He pops his head over the couch, his face right next to yours. And he’s grinning at you.

A very broad, ominous grin.

“Hobi… what is it?”

“What would you like me to do more than anything else right now?”

Hold on— Did you actually say it out loud? You start to panic as you think through the last few minutes. You’re certain it was just in your head.

In your panic, you can’t remember if you were thinking, or saying, anything incriminating. Anything that would give you away.

You pause, turning towards him a little more.

“What do I… want?”

“Yeah, if you could have anything right now, what would it be?”

This must be a trick question. There’s no way he’s talking about himself, right?

I want you, Hobi… Is that what he’s expecting you to say?

You realize this might not be the worst way to get this out in the open. Maybe it’s a blessing that he overheard you. Maybe he feels the same… could it be possible?

There’s no way. But then again…

“Um, what do I want?”

“Mhmm.”

“Well, there’s something I’ve been wanting for a long time.”

“Yeah, go on.”

“I wasn’t sure how to bring it up, but now that you’re—”

“Yeah…”

“Now that, um, you’re—”

“Here it is! Sorry, you were taking too long. I’m just so excited.”

Words lose meaning as you turn to face him fully and you’re met with a plate hovering in front of your face. A plate of the very famous tira misu from that restaurant that’s always booked up months in advance. You had been going on and on about it for weeks before your hearing prep began.

Instead of absolute delight, Hobi is surprised to see your face fall, your eyes getting more glassy by the second.

“Y/N… what happened? I know I should have waited until after lunch but I thought you would…” His voice trails off as he stares at you in complete bewilderment.

You bury your face in your hands, wondering what the hell just happened. You were about to confess your feelings. You thought you were finally free to tell him how much you absolutely adore him. Now that the chance is gone (not there was a chance in the first place) you feel oddly empty. Turned inside out.

And poor Hobi will never know why.

Hobi. Right. He had just gone to a lot of trouble to get you your dream dessert. You need to show appreciation, no matter how hurt you’re feeling right now.

You ball up your fists and put on your biggest smile to face him.

“This is incredible, Hobi. I can’t believe you actually got it. I love you.”

You take the plate from his hand and place it on the coffee table in front of you before getting on your knees on top of the couch to give Hobi a proper hug. You kiss him on his cheek and linger for a moment too long before you quickly pull away and sit back down.

Placing the plate on your lap, you dig right in, gesturing for Hobi to join you.

“Come here, Hobi. Let’s share this. I know you love tira misu just as much as I do.”

To your surprise, Hobi stays still, seemingly frozen in place. You glance back and notice a crease in his brows, a sure sign he was thinking something through.

“This isn’t right.”

“Huh,” you mumble through a mouthful of tira misu.

He slowly comes around the couch, his fingers gliding over the cotton material until they lift off and land on your cheek.

He rubs your cheek delicately, wiping off the filling at the corner of your mouth. Your hand comes up subconsciously to wipe the same spot, your eyes trailing up to meet his, turning into round circles out of sheer surprise.

“W-what’s wrong?” You manage, gulping down the last of your bite.

Hobi bends down to eye level, smile gracing his beautiful face, both of his hands coming up to cup your face.

All you can do is stare into his eyes, those beautiful orbs of light that put the mighty sun to shame. Windows to the soul, so they say, and you never believed it until you met Hobi. You could see the effervescent soul of his shining through, the warmth only his gaze could give you.

And it stops. His attention shifts to your hair, his brows furrowing together as he flits a few strands to the side.

“There. Perfect.”

“Huh?”

He looks back down at you and smiles.

“I need to take a picture of this moment to post on Instagram.”

You roll your eyes and push him away as he starts laughing, asking “what?” over and over as he fights to give you a hug. You finally relent and he grabs his phone to snap a quick picture. And then two more before he stops.

His pause is a little unexpected.

“What?”

“Ah, nothing. You just… even after a long day, just out of the blue, and you look… like that…”

He brings his screen up to your face, pointing at you with his brows furrowed.

You’re confused. Should you be insulted?

“Like what?” You ask, eyebrow cocked.

“Like… ah nevermind.”

“No, say it. Like what, Hobi? I know I look exhausted but I don’t think I look that bad.”

His eyes widen at your words and you see a hint of panic in them.

“No, no, fuck no, Y/N. I was just amazed because look, here look at each of these pictures. You look so beautiful, Y/N. How can you look this perfect?”

He’s still staring at your picture but your attention shifts to him. The nervous little smile he has on his face as he flicks through the photos, trying to show you what he means. His lips, so very pink and perfect, animated in his cute attempts to reassure you.

He glances at you and suddenly realizes you aren’t looking at his screen. You aren’t even paying attention to what he is saying. You are just staring. At his lips. Again.

In the fraction of a second it takes for his gaze to dip to your lips you lean in ever so slightly. And just like a magnet, he leans in too.

Ding.

As if pulled out of a trance, your head snaps toward the sound.

“Oh, the chicken is done,” Hobi sighs, rubbing his thighs as he continues to look at you.

But you can hardly look at him.

You almost kissed him. This was the closest you’ve ever come to actually kissing him.

“You ok, Y/N?”

You glance at him quickly and nod a little too hard.

“Mhmm, I’m fine. Just tired.”

Hobi’s hand lands on yours and you look down to notice you had been rubbing your hands together. His grasp stops your motion and he releases to bring his hand to your face. He slowly turns your face towards him, but you continue to have a little trouble meeting his eyes.

“Give me a few minutes to finish the seasoning, ok?”

“Mhmm,” is all that comes out, your mind now whirring at a speed usually reserved for rockets.

Did you imagine it… or did he lean in, too?

You glance over the edge of the couch and watch Hobi as he scurries to and from in the kitchen, fixing you lunch and arranging every detail. He looks so cute hovering over the mixing bowl, fixing the additional seasoning, his specialty.

He glances back and notices you staring at him. He wiggles his butt at you and you laugh, a full belly laugh. He always knows how to make you laugh.

Noticing your face brighten up, his smile broadens and you can make out the crinkles around his eyes even from this distance.

You settle back into the couch, replaying the last few moments in your head over and over again. He leaned in. You’re sure of it.

Hobi comes back out, wiping his hands on the apron now tied around his waist. Noticing you eyeing the apron, he unwraps it and tosses onto the couch.

“I glazed the seasoning over it so it shouldn’t be too long now. How about some music?”

Music?

He crouches by your stereo system and connects his phone. You hear the opening beat to one of the songs you both used to belt out together at the karaoke bars before the lockdown had closed them all down.

“Is that… Tinashe?”

You chuckle as he nods.

“One of our favourites.”

“I’m going to need a few drinks in me before I can do our karaoke routine, Hobi. And I’m not sure my neighbours would appreciate it much either.” You laugh as he starts bouncing to the beat, his feet moving of their own accord.

“Oh, singing isn’t what I had in mind. Give me your hand.”

“Fuck, Hobi. I’m tired,” you whine as he pulls you up to dance with him. The hint of glee in your voice isn’t lost on him.

He starts mouthing the words along with Tinashe as he pops and locks to the beat. He moves like water, as if no bones exist in that perfect body of his. Talent like his belongs on the biggest stages across the world and yet here he is, giving you the show of a lifetime.

He catches you staring at him, motionless, and he brings your palms up to his neck while his hands naturally fall to your waist, twisting you side to side as you giggle, enjoying just watching this man move.

Before long, you’re bopping along with him, throwing in a few moves of your own to his delight.

“Geez, in all the years we’ve known each other, I’ve never seen you move like that, Y/N. Where have you been hiding?”

You blush at his compliment but as he expected, his words ignite a fire in you and you start grinding against him, relishing the way Hobi is able to immediately match your speed and movement, rapping the words along with you.

Thoroughly impressed he continues to sway along with you, and when the music gets to Tinashe’s dance break he simply stands back.

“What happened?”

“I know you know her choreo. I just wanted a better view.”

“You’re kidding?”

“No. I want to see it.”

He steps back to his phone and rewinds it to the dance break again and hits play.

“No way, Hobi. I’m not doing it.”

“Come on, pumpkin. Let me watch you do it.”

He rewinds it again and you take a deep breath, glancing at him to catch his little smile. You know this is the part where they end up rubbing frosting on each other and something about Hobi asking you to do it quickens your heartbeat. Is he expecting that part too?

The anticipation drives you forward and you pop and lock to the beat, trying to match the moves the best you could remember.

It’s near the end of the choreo and you hit the final beat. Hobi jumps up and is about to hug you when he notices you moving to the tira misu and grabbing some of the filling that was left over.

You walk over to him and watch his eyes sparkle as they trail to your hand. Without warning you smoosh the chunk of filling on his lips and kiss him.

Hobi’s whole body freezes at your touch.

You kissed him.

You just kissed him. Oh My God.

You can hardly believe it. It happened so fast you barely even register what you did, let alone think it through. What in the fucking reflex was that? And there’s no excuse, nothing you can say to justify it.

You slowly back away, almost tripping over your feet, dazed and wobbly.

The look on Hobi’s face strikes panic in your heart. The wide eyes. The mouth fallen open, bits of filling at the edge of his lips. The eyebrows nearly at his hairline. It tethers you back to reality.

You fucking kissed him.

You feel completely humiliated.

“I-I’m so sorry, Hobi.”

You turn away but Hobi catches your wrist and pulls you back to face him.

You can hardly breathe. You risk a glance at him and watch as his face rearranges into a slow smile, a look in his eyes that brings a blush to your cheeks as your gaze falls. You can feel your heart beat to the pace of a jackhammer. Any faster and it would bounce right out of your chest.

Seeing you like this, his smile deepens. His voice fills the air, a statement that hangs like a banner for the world to see.

“You just kissed me.”

Ok, you definitely didn’t imagine it.

You can hardly look at him. Instead you focus on the way his hands are gripping your wrists, his thumbs absentmindedly drawing circles over your pulse.

Say something, Y/N. Anything.

The lump in your throat impedes any sound. Not that your head is clear enough to form a coherent sentence, let alone an explanation.

You feel him move, his head dipping down to try and meet your eyes.

Knock knock.

Without warning you hear a rumble of voices as your front door bursts open.

“What privacy? What could they be—”

Joon’s voice bellows across your living room and your head snaps to the sound.

“—doing…?”

In your doorway stand a few of your closest friends, eyes wide and mouths hung open at the sight of the two of you, hand in hand, Hobi’s face merely inches from yours.

“See, I told you not to barge in on them, Joon,” you hear Jimin whisper, although it’s loud enough for everyone to hear.

Hobi lets go your wrists and sighs.

“I said I could handle making lunch for Y/N on my own. Why are you guys here?”

“Well,” Joon scratches the back of his neck, a small grin playing on his lips, “we thought we could surprise you guys with a party. I mean, Y/N did such a fantastic job in court and all.”

You notice Lia step forward, holding a bag of takeout in front of her. “We came prepared with extras and even grabbed a cake.” She points at Jimin, who raises the box in his hands, not able to look directly at either of you.

“Sorry,” you whisper, brushing past Hobi towards your bedroom. You need air. Lots of it.

Finally in your room, you lean against your door, thoughts flooding your mind, overwhelming you. You run over to your window and push it open, inhaling the cool winter air. With fresh oxygen, the whirring in your head slows down and the overlapping images in your mind fade away, leaving only one. Hobi’s smiling face.

You hear the sound of your bedroom door open and close. It could be anyone of your friends.

Friends.

Friend.

That’s right. He’s your friend. The best friend you could ever hope for.

And you put your beautiful friendship in jeopardy.

Hobi is more than a friend, though. He always has been. He’s your lifeline. The one person in the whole world who makes you feel safe, heard and understood. With him, the world makes sense. You can look into his beautiful eyes and know that everything will be alright. Because, as long as he is by your side, things will be alright.

But will he still be by your side after this?

“Y/N?”

Hobi’s soft voice fills the room, echoing against your bedroom walls and against the walls of your heart. You can’t lose him. Even if you have to bury the feelings you have for him.

You turn towards him and take in how his eyebrows are stitched together, the soft pursing of his lips as he considers you with such intensity you blush again. Fuck this, fuck the effect he has on you.

You risk another glance at him and see something shift in his eyes.

“Please don’t hate me for this,” Hobi grunts as he storms towards you, a look in his eye so intense it feels physical.

When he reaches you his head tilts slightly, his eyes fluttering shut as his hands come up to your face, pulling you into him to close the gap between you.

In contrast to the force you were expecting, his lips feel soft. They melt into yours, the softest feeling you’ve ever experienced, like the first snowfall, a feeling of weightlessness, of floating in a waterfall. And he tastes so sweet, like cotton candy at the fair he took you to, like the caramel sundae you both shared. It feels effortless. It feels as though your lips were made for each other. As though you were made for each other.

It could have been seconds and it could have been hours, but finally you two break apart, a trail of saliva still connecting you both. You smile as Hobi catches your eye, his pupils completely blown out. You expect yours were too.

“Was that ok,” he asks tentatively, and as he notices your bright smile, his own lips pull into a smirk, “or should we try it again with the tira misu?”

You laugh out loud in response. He really does know how to make you laugh.

“That was better than ok, Hobi. But I don’t mind doing it again.”

A mischievous grin plays on his lips as he lets out a sigh of relief, leaning in to kiss you again.

When you break apart you’re both smiling. His hands had made their way to your waist and as he tries to pull them away your hands fall to his, squeezing them tight and smiling at him again.

“We should probably get back to them, Hobi. They must be wondering what we’re doing in here.”

“I sent them away, Y/N. I hope that’s ok.”

You let out a sigh of relief as your smile broadens.

“Perfect. I love them, of course, but I don’t really want to face them just yet.”

He leans in again to kiss your cheek, smiling at you as you blush even harder than you already were. He loves it, the redder you get the more he wants to kiss you again and again.

He gets up and smooths out his shirt before holding out his hand to you.

“Shall we?”

Grasping your hand in his, he leads you back into the living room.

You’re met with soft music emanating from your stereo. It’s a slow jam.

You expect him to let go your hand, but instead he gives it a soft kiss and whirls you around to face him.

“Hobi—”

He pulls you into him as he starts to gently sway to the music.

“Hobi, should we talk about… what we are…?”

He pulls you in tighter, kissing the side of your head as his arms wrap around your waist and you feel him rocking his hips against yours, your bodies moving together in perfect rhythm.

“Shhh pumpkin.. just dance with me.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and melt into his body, swaying along with him as the music plays. Before long you feel your worries become distant memories, only the movement of your bodies filling the small crevices in your mind.

Like the calm rumble of ocean waves, Hobi’s voice whispers into your ear.

“This feels like a dream and I’m not ready to wake up yet. How long I’ve waited to kiss you, Y/N. I fantasized about us but I never thought you might feel the way I do. But this can be anything you want, pumpkin. I don’t want to pressure you. Let’s just take things slow and see how it feels, hmm? Because no matter what, I love you and I’ll do anything for you.”

The weeks of exhaustion just melt away at his words. Nothing before this moment and nothing after will ever compare to how you feel right now, at peace in his blissful embrace, his comforting aura enveloping you so completely you feel it wash away any worries or exhaustion. You feel an indefinable warmth in your chest for this gorgeous man.

“I love you, Hobi.”

“I love you more, Y/N.”

Ding.

Still wrapped in Hobi’s arms you turn towards the sound, pulling Hobi out of his trance.

“Oh, the chicken is done! Give me a few minutes and I can bring it out here for us, pumpkin. Just get comfy on the couch, ok?”

You nod your head and plop onto the couch, snuggling against the cushion and popping your head over the edge to watch Hobi fix you lunch.

Then it hits you.

The most perfect man in the world is making you lunch.

And you smile to yourself as you suddenly realize you do have a someone. That someone you had been waiting for. And it’s the best someone you could have ever hoped for.

[daringdarlingdt]

Ok I have some Thoughts™️ about Trapper’s leaving m*a*s*h and how it was handled which I really want to throw out into the void even tho there’s only a very small, concentrated fandom for this 50-year-old show… so bear with me.

Is Trapper leaving without a goodbye scene heartbreaking??? Do I wish, for Hawkeye’s sake, that he’d at least left a letter?? Are the first 15 minutes of Welcome to Korea just gut-wrenching and painful? Yes. And this, dear friends is because of good writing!!

One of the things that’s great about the way Trapper leaves—suddenly, no note, no goodbye, just a proxy peck on the cheek for Hawkeye via Radar when he returns to camp and finds Trap gone—is that there’s no way to be justifiably mad at Trapper for disappearing. He was discharged suddenly and did everything he could to contact Hawkeye, unsuccessfully. Yes, obviously he could have left a letter for a more satisfying, cathartic departure but realistically… there is more to say than could ever be said in writing between Trap and Hawk and I think they both know all of the things that are worth saying, so it wouldn’t accomplish much even if he’d tried, especially since we did get that goodbye scene in Check Up when it looked like Trap might be leaving, then didn’t. No, the reason Trapper’s leaving without a proper goodbye feels so unfair is because of all the irreplaceable in-person stuff that we, the audience, and the characters are cheated out of. Looking into each others eyes, some final wisecrack and parting words of brotherly affection, one last embrace. A wave as the chopper takes off or the keep drives away. I think the proxy kiss is left as an attempt to encompass all of the love and melancholy and bittersweetness that those moments would have conveyed.

I don’t think anything else the writers would have done for that moment, except if Wayne Rogers would’ve stuck around to explain his character’s exit in the first episode of season 4, could’ve really packed the same punch. The abruptness of his leaving is quite emotional and sends Hawkeye on the tense chase after him to try and get some cathartic goodbye and we’re all disappointed for a second time when he misses him at the airport. It’s all the more painful for Hawkeye because you can imagine how guilty he feels for not being there, for not answering the phone, for allowing the one good thing keeping him sane (or something resembling it) in the war to get away without his even seeing him off. It’s really effective and the kiss as a goodbye really speaks volumes by saying so little!!

Like I said before— we’d already gotten a goodbye scene, and a one-sided letter wouldn’t have done justice to Trapper and Hawkeyes friendship anyways!! The kiss is so wonderfully ambiguous in its meaning but also so delightfully unambiguous and all-encompassing. Piercintyre is one of those ships I’m chill with shipping kind of casually. Actually I really like them as a couple and think if they just kissed a little.. cuddled sometimes… y’know, the works— that it would actually add so much to their relationship and homies should kiss sometimes, actually. But regardless of that they canonically just mean so much to each other as friends. Beyond the things that they say out loud in Check Up, it’s evident in the way they take care of each other, how well they know each other and joke with each other and would do anything for each other. Their casual physical contact, they’re matching dress up. It’s all right there. They’re best friends they’re family they’re bonded forever by the horrible circumstances they have endured and attempted to make enjoyable together. Regardless of how you, the audience, or they, the characters (if they were sentient), define their relationship. They love each other. And the proxy kiss on the cheek communicates that.

I’ve seen some people say that they wouldn’t have been able to have that kiss on the cheek if it hadn’t been framed the way it was—through Radar who’s obviously uncomfortable passing it along. That if it had actually been Trapper we wouldn’t have that peck on the cheek at all. Idk that that’s true. Hawkeye kisses Henry on both cheeks in Abyssinia, Henry and he very very casually and briefly gives Trapper a little peck in Kim when he gets the letter from his wife agreeing to adopt the little boy. It’s part of a whole celebratory hug/embrace there and it’s just the best ever and I think a more subdued, sweet, melancholy and maybe even a little lingering version of that could have been a part of an in-person goodbye. And that would have been fantastic. If we could have had a proper goodbye scene between them… just a really brief one, not drawn out like Check Up is. Like if everything was the same but Hawkeye just caught Trap at the airport and he had 30 seconds to say goodbye and hug and deliver or receive that peck on the cheek. I think that’d be the bestest ever.

But as it is, with Wayne Rogers not being in the episode at all. I think the writing choices are as good as can be expected to deal with the abrupt departure and it pivots really tidily into welcoming BJ (although I wouldnt have minded a brief grieving period like if he’d shown up the next episode instead of the same episode or smth like that). Like I hate from a psychological, shipping, character supporting perspective that Hawkeye didn’t get something more concrete and permanent and explicit from Trapper, like a letter. But the fact that I feel that way and that I’m so so sad on Hawkeye’s behalf is an indication of good writing choices. And it does the thing. The thing mash is always trying to do. Which is remind you that it’s a show about war which is constantly and infinitely unfair, arbitrary and abrupt and doesn’t care about your feelings.

So in conclusion it’s really sad and thinking about it brings me great psychological and emotional pain but I’ve made peace with that fact and I applaud the writers for making me feel that way.

[ruby-red-inky-blue]

Carrie watches Fantasy High Sophomore Year Ep 15-20 aka “Let’s go down the line, what’s everyone afraid of?”

back with part two of my chaotic list of personal highlights that i wrote down pretty much for myself exclusively. Full of SO many spoilers, you’ve been warned

Blast from the Passed

Murph’s godawful luck with the dice is peak comedy in this episode, first he immediately volunteers to roll for the whole table?? why would you do that?? and then Riz says a cringey line, shoots at someone right in front of him, misses, rolls a nat 20 to hide, and sits in his hiding place agonising over how embarrassing that was

Johnny Spells making a two second entry onto the playing field

“one D4 for gay spit” “Aaaagh! Love wins! It’s fear, it’s out of fear, it’s a horrifying realisation for him.”

Adaine getting caught in the jocks’ weird group huddle and Riz acting like she’s in mortal danger from it

“Where in this city is your father, boy?” “In a room, with a bunch of goblins!”

Brennan’s face when he goes for his coffee forgetting he spit a candy die into it like twenty minutes earlier

“Remember me, Daybreak? I shoot him.”

the entire chaos surrounding Riz getting stuffed into a cannon but especially Fig (or Emily?) yelling “no, take me with him, he can’t go alone!” and “Can I roll to see if he’s having a good time?” “Who, Bill Seacaster? Yeah, he’s having a blast!”

“Tracker jumps, 69!” Gorgug, with audible desperation: “I’m in the same square!”

Murph now being the default roller for the lair check and the entire table cheering for him

he rolls a nat one, gets to re-roll with Fig’s last luck point, and rolls a nat two

My Green Heaven

“Well, The Ball is a lil’ angel so...”

Ally’s complete incapability to remember the elven names and Brennan’s slowly mounting annoyance with it

Riz waking up in his father’s arms and instantly panicking that he might get dropped my heart

also the first full sentence he says to his long-lost father is “I got a bunch of tattoos mum is going to be so mad at me”

honestly in all of these emotional scenes I am Lou and Lou is me

“We’re in heaven! Is this what not having anxiety is like? This is crazy, my heart... is just beating like what I assume a normal person’s heart would!”

his dad told all his colleagues about Riz’s freshman year adventures :(

“On behalf of the Association for Divine Wrath please accept this memorial that your death at the hand of Emperor of the Red Waste was avenged by Your son, Riz Gukgak” “Don’t even talk to me until I’ve had my death avenged”!!!

“People got it sexually from having sex, dad!!” *voice cracks* *sweating profusely* “I thought heaven fixed this stuff!”

“I met your mum when I was 27 years old. You get what I’m saying?” “...I’m like fifteen, I don’t know how old you are, I just know that you’re old.”

I love how Murph is the one who has to singlehandedly shoulder the lore-heavy plot parts because he’s the best at keeping it all straight in his head, but also the one who will suddenly make the least sensible leaps in logic and then not. budge. no matter how many times Brennan gently tries to shoo him away from that path. He is so stuck on this angle that Riz’s father slept with Kalina which... just the logistics of that would be so many hoops to jump through

that said, a fifteen year-old with some complex feelings about his own sexuality fully fixating on this STD angle is probably the most accurate thing that could have happened

“It’s just not... happening yet. Not just the act is not happening, but the wanting it is not... And my friends are all super horny.” “Kiddo, if it never happens, that’s also okay. There’s a lot to life to enjoy and you already matter a lot to your friends and a lot to your family.” !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

For the 847th time this week I am so upset mainstream media isn’t like this

“Work is an act of love” yeah cool can we pump the breaks on this rollercoaster I’m gonna need a lot of lore or a lot of Hilda Hilda-type shenanigans to recover from all that

let me use this moment to say how brilliantly paced this campaign is because Brennan launches into a lore dump immediately after this

“He’s dating mum. But he’s like... he‘s always getting trapped in gems, it’s kinda pathetic.”

Emily and Siobhan silently figuring out a plot point by gesturing across the table

“Well, I’ve got some pretty powerful friends, so...” Riz is so precious

Adaine wanting to save the wrapping paper :(

“TO WAR! Or, to market, but then TO WAR!”

“I’m so happy you have chosen to spend time with my daughter. It’s an incredible improvement over previous partners, if you were to chart it on a graph, a truly incredible spike...”

Siobhan’s face when Fig asks why everyone knows about her and Ayda!

Just. Ayda.

“How did Gilear take it?” “I don’t know, he was very adult about it, but he also is an adult so...” “I’m sorry, I came in way too hot with the little gift card.”

“Tell me all the least important stuff.” I’m *crying*

Zac is deeply underrated as a player, he pulls the most incredible conclusions or minute details out of the hat and never gets any credit for it because he plays loveable dumbasses

Ally’s plan to defeat the big bad by going viral with another seafood party

thrilling online banking content

The Forest of the Nightmare King

“Just upload it as like, ASMR: Puddle” “Like a Laurel/Yanny type thing”

ahhh fuck this is so creepy? The unicorn? nopenopenope no thank you

Fearful Symmetry

“Oh no, he’s making a face. Which one of Brennan’s faces is that?” hard same, Lou.

Zac is such a treasure: “I don’t want to take these stones! I don’t want any of this!” Also once again he’s making by far the smartest choices

“If we take these drugs and cast fear to push us into a bad trip?” Well this all sounds like a great idea

“Riz’s greatest fear is to not have a plan so I’m just gonna run into the woods. Not even gonna take the drugs, because that would be a plan.”

Adaine abandoning her support animal AND her anxiety meds is physically painful. stop I’m so attached to these kids

oh boy, the Baron scene. Yikes yikes yikes

the incredibly cooky accent is such a weird effect, it’s so dumb and so funny but laughing at it feels like a hysterical terror kind of laugh it is SO fucked up

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Brennan accidentally hits the absolute rawest deepest fear I’ve ever experienced as I’m working through my own shit and it is physically nauseating to watch this moment even though I know every word of it, “the years will go by and everyone will find someone that matters more to them than you” because. that’s it right. it’s not even that they’ll abandon you. it’s just that you’ll end up caring more about them than they care about you. you have all this love and only your friends to give it to but they all find partners who are now receiving most of theirs. and you can’t even blame them because they’re doing nothing wrong.

I do love that they’ve gone for this because this is such a particular fear. It’s not a crushing thing, it’s a creeping thing. It’s more a despair than a fear? Like it’s more an absence of hope than a presence of fear and I think that is really interesting to put as like a deeper layer of fear

Riz trying to get out of this specifically by pulling apart the logic of the mirages he’s seeing is on brand (but also this is the one moment where you can tell this probably isn’t a thing Murph or Brennan had to work through themselves, because that wouldn’t fucking help. It’s the concept that’s terrifying, the individual hypothetical partners are completely interchangeable. The correct [worse] response from Baron to this argument would have been just a shrug and a “yes, maybe your friends don’t want these people. But they want someone. Your ideal world where you’re all just together will never be enough for them.”).

“Okay, let’s go down the line, what’s everyone afraid of?” “That’s the most Brennan thing I’ve ever heard.”

Oh good Zac is going for Imposter Syndrome yeah this whole episode is just going to go great for me mentally

Adaine :( nonono this is painful

Fantastic, so I’m just gonna be deeply personally attacked by everyone’s fears except for Fabian and Kristen then. Good good

Gorgug is truly just. the best of the good beans. “Well, I think I’m gonna give it a try” what a champ

oh GOD the sexy rat is back this is a trip

“I take comfort in seeing all my friends there, making out. Not in a weird way.” “Like what amount of comfort?” “A normal amount!”

“.......Is my greatest fear sleeping on the job? I’m so lame!” and the look of complete disgust on Murph’s face

Fig stumbling onto this horrific village full of weird trapped bodies and finding one alive and immediately just going “Hi hello do you need help?” is so pure

the sheer JOY on Brennan’s face when he finally gets to get back at Emily for the Hilda Hilda from 22 Hilda Street and 22 Hilda Boulevard bullshit

Fig and Ayda :( but also “I sit down to write the song She Likes Me For Me, which doesn’t exist in this universe yet.”

"I do not know why I was so easy to discard” holy SHIT Ms Thompson

Spring Break! I Believe In You! Part 1

gotta love the title

Ally’s terrible metaphors

Kristen punches a god

the Abernant sisters :( Siobhan is incredible in these scenes

“Wizards don’t have goddamn cures. We don’t care about other people!”

“Adaine, your father is dead as he leaves the ground” GOOD. We love to see that.

Adaine offering her sister a bunk bed in her tower room :(

“I’m a D8, babe”

oh god is this all riding on a Murph attack roll they are doomed

GILEAR???

“I HAVE NO PRIDE” oh this is brilliant I am wheezing

“You have fully James Bond-ed yourself out of these bonds”

the worst two people fail the roll to not look at Gilear’s junk. poetic cinema.

“Your grandfather made this sword, Fabian! He’s... really good at swords! Slow, but good!”

“I think death is the ultimate mystery! I think it’s fine that she’s dead!”

“Gorgug, you are not related to Ayda in any way. Not your mum, not your dad. Not even a cousin, probably.”

Spring Break! I Believe In You! Part 2

“Every time Kristen and I are together something terrible happens. Team Rizten is 0 for 3.”

more riveting online banking content

Emily weaponising Brennan’s worldbuilding against him

“I feel deep down in my heart that I, too, am a low-quality child.”

the dig at that weird Legolas cgi move in Two Towers

every time Brennan calls the guys “baby” is an absolute delight

Adaine and Fabian thirsting over Riz without his newsboy cap

Murph stealing Emily’s incredibly cool move (with a double disclaimer)

“If you want to use a bonus action to disengage, you could.” “I... I need the bonus action to live.”

paramour/succubus, “Mr. The Insatiable”

hall of fame of worrying lines from Brennan: “Okay, first (!!) let me know when you drop, ‘cause you’re gonna drop.”

The PapaRizzi, when you throw a mirror at someone and shoot them (and livestream it)

“Mission accomplished, dad” Riz is so cringe I love him

“Adaine, how would you feel if I potentially killed your mum?” “I would be HONOURED”

Ally’s clutch nat 20 and Brennan’s “what the fuuuck EVERY SEASON!”

“I think you should start planning for this.” “Brennan, just cry now. Just get it out.” “I actually, I... I don’t know what to do.” “I wish we were all in one room so we could be like running around!”

“Are my bones six hundred years old for real?”

Ally’s character walking up to a god and asking if the god is okay

“I would follow you... is it too early for that? This feels like a weird first date.”

Brennan is forcing Ally to make up deities on the spot again

“I love them all, Riz the most, we already know this, Adaine has my finger in her pocket, these are all my closest friends.”

“Wait, we still need the crown for our grade!”

“If I dream it, would it be real?” Brennan, dead-eyed with a forced serene smile: “Yes, in your heart. Let’s move on.” 

Adaine’s mum being chased through the forest by the Vands

“I’m broke.” “We might be making ad revenue at this point!”

None of them get Brennan’s insinuation that Chungledown Bim followed them into the fucking forest

“Hey Aguefort, remember I ordered the most magnificient thing you could ever make? Turns out you already made it, so I take that back.” 

A final shout-out to Garthy O’Brien’s accent, and their whole deal

Oh, the reveal, the reveal! 

“My sister is sort of wanted for quite a lot of crimes in Solace...”

Jawbone and Adaine :(

Riz gives a slide show for his mother

“In return for the spell that I killed my father with, I wrote you Ayda’s comprehend subtext.”

Adaine being bad at knowing when people are flirting and Fig being bad at flirting because she’s imitating Kristen who is an aggressive desaster flirter

oh no the tattoos

[lifeofa-fangirl]

PSA: Sorry for the long rant. I just have a few thoughts about The Loneliest I need to share before other people's opinions cloud my brain.

Spoiler alert to start this off: I am a 90s kid. I was a young teen in the late 90s (yes, I’m that old) when Aerosmith wrote I Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing, Green Day came out with Good Riddance and Goo Goo Dolls released Iris. I like to think I know a thing or two about rock ballads. Does that mean I think The Loneliest compares to any of these songs? No. Simply because I think Måneskin doesn’t compare to these bands. Because while I would qualify all these band under the general term of rock music, all four are very different. So I don’t think it’s really possible or fair to compare them. 

That being said, I did always say that rockers write the best ballads. And I stand by that. For after just a few listens, I don’t think that it’s the best song they ever made, but I do think it’s a good song. And dear god, it’s definitely such a major step upwards from first listening to Supermodel.

Based on the snippets we got, I wanted to wait to listen until after work because of the mood, so I’ve been avoiding IG and Tumblr and everybody else’s opinion today. Then this afternoon I couldn’t wait anymore and I decided to take a short break to listen to it at my desk. Definitely a mistake on my part, because the dark vibe? I feel it and I feel it hard. I can’t really explain why, but this one really gets to me. Chills. Let’s just say I was glad nobody came to talk to me in the next 15 minutes, haha. 

Musically, I like the difference between the verses and the chorus very much. The way the song builds and you can feel it go crescendo towards the chorus, yes please. This is my kind of song. The kind of song that gets stuck in my head for a long time after a listen. 

Also, I’ll say it now and I’ll say a million times over: put Thomas in the spotlight more, cause that guitar solo! More of this please. It came very unexpected to me at the first listen, cause I think it’s quite a different sound in the whole of the song, but I’m a big fan.

I am not a fan of the double voice thing that happens at some point, but that’s just a second or two in 4 minutes (which yes, as weird as it may sound, I am happy with the length), so I won’t fall over it.

Lyrically? I honestly think this might be my favorite English song of theirs so far. It is no Paura Del Buio or Torna A Casa obviously. But writing in a language that in not your own is so so hard and I feel like so much progress has been made. IWBYS and For Your Love, they are great songs. But lyrically, as in a story being told and unfolded, the way they are build? I definitely do enjoy this one better.

Lastly, I wanna say that I am curious about a live version of this song. (And no, I haven’t heard or seen any footage from the London show) Because while it feels less produced than Supermodel, I do feel that they could and should tone down production further. And I’ve discussed this with people before (you know who you are ;)): in my opinion, Måneskin are a better band live than in the studio. So I look forward to seeing and hearing this live as well. 

In conclusion: It’s not perfect and  I definitely need to hear a live version, but I’m a fan of this song, for all the reasons above. And I believe it will grow further on me to more I hear it. 

[offbrandfics]

Outgrown Me - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You never came to terms with your feelings for Eddie while you were both still in Hawkins, but now that you were away for college you realize maintaining just a friendship might be harder than you once thought. 

Word Count: ~2.5k

CW: drug use (weed), very slight sexual reference. 

A/N: There’s no real Stranger Things content in this, everyone is just living a ‘normal’ life 1980s Hawkins. Also, I’ve never written anything about Stranger Things so please be gentle. 

The airport is crowded, joyous greetings all around you. It was Christmas break and you were back in your hometown for the holidays, along with many other college aged students flocking through the airport. Finally your eyes land on the person you had been waiting to see for the last 4 months. He looked exactly like he had when you left him, long curly hair, layers of denim and leather covering his classic Hellfire Club shirt. When your eyes meet both your lips curl into smiles and your pace picks up steadily till you slam into his body, arms wrapping around him tightly. 

“Hey bug,” he chuckles, stumbling back slightly following the impact. You still could not remember how the nickname came about or why it stuck but the way it made your heart swell couldn’t be ignored. “How was the flight?”

“Good,” you tell him, lugging your bag up further onto your shoulder. “I’ve missed you…and I have so much to tell you about.”

Eddie wraps his arm around your shoulders, angling you towards the baggage claim. “Plenty of time for that bug, let’s just get your bag and get out of here.”

Glancing up at Eddie you can’t wipe the smile from your face. You may have only known Eddie for less than five years but at his side was the place you felt the best in the world. You had spent every day of those five years denying the fact that you loved Eddie, but deep inside you knew you did. You can still vividly remember the day you met Eddie, all those years ago. 

August 15, 1981

Thirty five days. That’s how long you had been living in Hawkins. You didn’t want to move there. Of course you wouldn’t want to move. You were going into your first year of high school which was scary enough, now you were doing it in a town in which you didn’t know a single soul. But your mom didn’t care, couldn’t care. You couldn’t afford rent in your hometown and your uncle offered to sell her his trailer in Forest Hills Trailer Park in Hawkins for relatively cheap. 

You had gotten a part-time job at a music store downtown a week to the day after you moved. Your mom could barely afford groceries and the mortgage, if you wanted to have clothes that fit you needed to be able to afford that on your own. Not that you minded working, it wasn’t like sitting alone in the trailer was more fun. 

Eddie was a regular at the store and you would be lying to say you hadn’t been interested in him. But you were too shy to say much so you refrained from saying more than hello, would you like your receipt?, and goodbye. 

But on this day in particular Eddie was on a mission. He had come into the store with intention and when you gave your typical ‘hello’ greeting he turned to the front counter and walked straight over. “Do you have any copies of For Those About to Rock in stock yet?”

You knew the store had been sold out for awhile but you also knew there was a few boxes sitting unpacked in the back that you had yet to get around to putting away. Staring at him for a few minutes you finally let out a breath, deciding to go rummage around in the back to see what you could find. Typically you would have said no but you felt a nagging desire to please the boy in front of you. “I’ll go check in the back.”

With the door to the stock room propped open Eddie stands in the doorway, shoulder pressed against it while watching you open a few boxes. Reaching into the last box you pull out a light brown tape with AC/DC printed across the top. Holding it up to show Eddie you watch a smile spread across his face. And from that moment on every time Eddie came into the store he spent most of the time leaning against the front counter, talking with you. And when school started that year the two of you were nearly inseparable. 

“-anyway, I got 96 percent on my painting for that project and my professor said it was one of the best he’s seen from a first year student which was pretty cool but there are just so many incredible artists in that course, like…amazing. My one friend Jack painted this abstract piece that is just so cool. He said he’ll paint me something like it as long as I promise to hang up it in my dorm which obviously I will but Linda says she thinks he’s just flirting with me. I don’t think he is, I think he just wants people to like his art, which I totally get, but-.” You stop your rambling sentences suddenly, turning your eyes down to look at the cushion of Eddie’s couch. “Sorry I’m talking so much.”

Eddie reaches over, his hand landing on your knee. You had your legs crossed, sitting sideways on the couch to face Eddie, so you could project all your pent up energy and stories directly at him. “It’s fine,” he assures you, but the smile he forces onto his lips drops the second he finishes saying it. 

“No, I want to hear about you. How has the year been?”

Eddie pulls his hand away, shrugging and staring across the living room blankly. “Same as the last two years I was a senior in high school.”

Sighing quietly you fiddle with the sleeves of your sweater. You had always felt bad about how much Eddie struggled in school. You came into high school one year younger than him and you graduated a year before him, with straight A’s throughout it all. You also left Hawkins with a full scholarship to art school. It wasn’t that you hadn’t tried to help him, but every time you did he convinced you to smoke a joint or go for a walk or listen to a new album or anything other than helping him study. “I’m sure you’re doing better this year.”

“It’s going to be my year, bug.”

Smiling you lean over, kissing his cheek. “I know it is,” you whisper. 

Eddie shifts in his seat, leaning forward suddenly. There was a palpable tension between you two in moments like this but you refused to ever act on it. No matter how badly you wanted to press your lips to his and let him take you in anyway he wanted. 

“You, um, you still smoke now that you’re a prestigious student?” He asks, chuckling and looking over at you. 

Giggling you roll your eyes playfully. “Of course I do.”

Half an hour later you’re laying on Eddie’s bed, some album playing in the background. You’re talking but you’re not even sure about what anymore, most of your sentences ending in giggles. 

“I’ve really missed you,” Eddie laughs as you bury your face in his blankets, trying to contain your laughter. 

“You should move to Chicago with me,” you say suddenly, pushing yourself up so you were kneeling on the bed beside him. 

“Yeah, okay,” Eddie responds sarcastically, laughing as he shakes his head. 

“I’m serious. It’s so much better than here. There’s so much more going on, people aren’t as…uptight.”

“And what am I going to do in Chicago? Live in your dorm room?” 

“We could get a place…together,” you suggest, your mind racing with big dreams of the two of you living a picture perfect life in Chicago, where you could both be yourself.

Eddie reaches over, taking your hands and gently pulling you forward till you collapsed back onto the bed, laying your head on his shoulder. “I still have to graduate high school, bug.”

“Okay,” you whisper, your eyes fluttering shut. “And then we’ll get a place together,” you whisper, ignoring the fact that Eddie seemed distant and hadn’t even considered the suggestion before saying no. You’re not sure when but you eventually fell asleep in Eddie’s arms, like you had on many occasions before. 

The next morning you walked into the trailer just down the road from Eddie’s place, the trailer you had called home throughout high school. Your mom was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and a newspaper in front of her. “You know I don’t like when you spend the night at his house.”

Swallowing heavily you drop your jacket onto the arm of a chair in the living room. “You know I don’t like being home alone at night.”

Your mom finally turns her head to look at you, a tense smile on her lips. “I know, sweetheart. I wish I didn’t have to work so much.”

Shrugging you walk over, leaning against the kitchen counter. “I wish you didn’t have to either.”

Standing up your mom pulls you into a hug. “I’m glad you’re home.” 

You spent most of the day with your mom, till she was heading out for another 12 hour shift and leaving you alone in the trailer. After taking a shower and spending the better part of an hour picking an outfit you head back from your trailer to Eddie’s, knocking on the door before slipping through it. 

“What are you doing here?” 

You stare up at Eddie uncertainly. “What?” You ask, shaking your head. You look over at the clock, 3:30 pm. “Are Thursdays not campaign night anymore?”

“I mean, yeah,” Eddie replies, picking up his keys from the table by the door. “But you’re not coming.”��

“What? Why?” You ask, shaking your head in confusion.

“I didn’t plan the campaign around you being here.”

You stare up at Eddie in confusion for a moment. “You knew I was coming home.”

“I didn’t know for sure.”

“What does that even mean? When have I ever let you down. I was always the most loyal member of Hellfire.”

“Thanksgiving,” Eddie deadpans, watching the gears turning in your head till you realize what he was saying. 

You were supposed to come home for Thanksgiving. But you were bombarded with school projects and the flights were more expensive than you thought they were going to be and you really didn’t have that much time off to make the price worth it. So you cancelled your plans to come home last minute. 

“Eddie, I explained that to you. I wanted to come back, I really did. But it was expensive and I was busy and I-.”

“And you’ve outgrown us, the club, this town…me. You can just admit that you had better things to do, that you probably didn’t even want to come back this time either.”

“Stop,” you snap, shaking your head. “None of that is true…but if I’m not welcome in Hellfire anymore that’s fine.” Opening the door you step out of Eddie’s trailer, glancing back at him. “Have fun tonight,” you mutter before slamming the door and stomping back to your house. 

You spent the night watching movies from Family Video before falling asleep on the couch. The next day you hoped Eddie would make an appearance at your door so the two of you could talk about what had happened. But he didn’t and he didn’t the day after either. Maybe you should have reached out, maybe you should have done a lot of things. Maybe you shouldn’t have talked so much about all the new experiences you had in Chicago, about all the new people you had met and friends you had made. Maybe you shouldn’t have asked him to move there. Maybe you should have listened more, to what he needed, what was going on his life. But you didn’t. 

And suddenly it was Tuesday and you hadn’t said a word to the only person you really wanted to see in Hawkins. Your mom was at work that evening and before you knew it you found yourself standing in front of The Hideout. A few deep breaths later and you were inside the pub. It was familiar to you, but only from Tuesday nights, when Corroded Coffin played to a small crowd of drunk locals. 

Finding a seat in a slightly sticky booth along the side wall you watch Eddie on stage, your heart racing nervously. Maybe you shouldn’t have come. It wasn’t like you to miss a Tuesday watching Corroded Coffin, but it also wasn’t like you and Eddie to go four days without talking. When the band wraps up for the night you slide out of the booth, slowly wandering towards the stage, keeping close to wall as if it provided some sort of protection. 

“Y/N,” Gareth cheers, causing Eddie to whip around, eyes landing on you. “Missed having you in the audience,” he says, hopping off the small stage to pull you into a friendly hug. 

“I’ve missed being here,” you reply, but your eyes are locked on Eddie’s eyes. “You guys are somehow sounding even better.”

“Somehow,” Gareth snorts, laughing as he hops back onto the stage to continue putting his gear away. 

“You came,” Eddie comments, setting his guitar down and walking over to you. 

“Of course,” you say gently, struggling to maintain eye contact now that you were so close. “Look, Eddie, I’m sorry I didn’t come home for Thanksgiving. I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal, that you would care this much. Honestly, I hate it here. You’re the only reason I want to come back and I would do it every weekend if I could, just to be with you. But I can’t. And I don’t ever want you to think I’ve…outgrown you, or whatever. I could never outgrow you. I…I think I love you and it fucking scares me to say that out loud but if I need to say it to get you to understand what you mean to me then I will.”

You can feel ringing in your ears, your blood pressure and heart race rising with anxiety as you stare up a dumbstruck Eddie, the background noise of the pub not nearly enough to drown out the silence between you two. 

You’re on the verge of tears, nearly gasping for breath with every passing second that Eddie doesn’t say or do anything. Just when you’re about to turn around and flee into the night Eddie places his hand on either side of your face, pulling you in till your lips are pressed to each other. 

The kiss is sudden and you’re so caught off guard that you don’t kiss him back. He pulls away, his hands still on your face and you stare up at him with wide eyes. “Sorry, I thought when you said you loved me it was, you know…”

“It was,” you whisper, rocking forward onto your tip-toes to lean up and kiss him again. 

“Holy shit,” you hear Gareth whoop from the stage and you pull away from Eddie, cheeks flushed. “When did this start?”

Giggling you glance from Eddie to the ground, waiting for him to answer. “Officially right now,” Eddie tells him, wrapping his arms around you from behind. Leaning down his lips graze along your hair to pause by your ear. “But I’ve wanted to be with you for years, bug.”

Your heart is racing in your chest as you lean back into Eddie, his body warm around you. 

“Can’t believe I owe Jeff ten bucks,” Gareth mutters, heading back to finish up packing up his drums. 

“Will you come over tonight?” Eddie asks, turning you in his arms to look down at you. 

Nodding you lean up, kissing him gently again. “I’d love to.”

[stardustfoundations]

So since watching rrr, I’ve been diving into Indian movies. This is just a helpful list for me to keep track of what I’ve watched so far. What I watch is just based upon what I can get my hands on and whatever comes up first. I also have a few movies I’ve started but not finished for various reasons that I plan to go back to. I also try to watch films in their original languages.

RRR (first Indian film. Amazing movie 10/10)

Baahubali: The Beginning (the first 30 minutes to 1 hr of this is so very confusing, but after that i enjoyed every second of both movies. Was a very good time)

Baahubali 2: The Conclusion

Article 15 (crime drama. First major run in with the caste system in Indian movies i encountered.)

Acharya ( it sure was a film. Subtitles weren't great, and it was very slow. Enjoyed it tho)

Rangasthalam (I liked this one pretty good, fav of Ram Charan I’ve see rn. Only three rn tho. His films are hard to find for some reason :( )

Aravinda Sametha (This was pretty good, but very slow at points, JR NTR film. About factions and trying to end the cycle of violence. LI was good, but so dumb in places. She’s studying factions, but seems to be so ignorant about them??? July 1: Just learned the version I watched cut like 20 minutes from the film lmao. Like at least the funeral scene got cut. I think a few songs got cut. I wonder how many different bits of films I’ve missed 💀 Might explain some of the pacing issues I’d come across.)

Janatha Garage (Subtitles were so so bad, but fav of JR NTR’s so far.)

K.G.F Chapter 1 (1 and 2 are really really good. the love story is pure Stockholm syndrome tho rip.)

K.G.F Chapter 2

Jana Gana Mana (really good movie. Courtroom drama. Feels pro cop at the beginning then becomes a critique of media culture and corrupt systems i think?)

Adhurs (double NTR’s! It was okay, not the best but a fun time. One i watched was like a third hand rip and would pause to load in a lot of places, so dramatic moments were lost)

Kaithi (fav movie rn. Going through the single night was aces. Seeing the sun come up at the end was very satisfying. Getting to know Gilli over the course of the movie was a+)

Master (good move. The scene in the middle where he shaves the kids heads was a little :/ cause invasion of body autonomy like that always makes me sour on stuff a little bit.)

Pushpa: The Rise (love the body language of the main actor. really good. Can’t wait for the second part)

Bruce Lee: The Fighter (Had fun watching it. Tw suicide attempt tho. The Chiranjeevi cameo was fun. )

Govindudu Andarivadele (Ram Charan film. Weird edits. Why did the character get over his friend deceiving him with the wrong picture. Feeling weird about the cousin love thing, but otherwise pretty good! Cried at the end of this. I think my version was cut weird cause I like cut out Abhi getting shot and then like his dad reacting? Music cues were also all weird?)

Beast (fun movie I think. MC was interesting. Felt like it would fit in with usa war films tho)

Ala Vaikunthapurramuloo (liked this film. Laughed a lot during a good fun time with some feels)

Mersal (???? Doctor/magician in the way of Kaito Kid and in that i mean out of left field amazing tricks??? Got to like a fight scene and had to stop cause life. Just pulled a staff out of a bag??? I've seen song videos on youtube and it is very much not this??? So confused. I have since watched more and loving it. Verti(SP?) is very sim to Kaito Kid, but he kills people instead of stealing gems lmao. Loved the ending. Def cried while watching. Leaving prev notes cause they a little live blog of thoughts.)

Brindavanam (the edits in this are wack as shit. Makes no sense rn, but it compels me NTR JR. Love triangle??? induced by original LI??? Into the back half. They are now trying to get out of the problems the fake dating has caused lol. Edits have def calmed down. fun ending. They didn’t present a solution to the love triangle lol which I think is for the best)

Sarkar (interesting so far. My dad started watching it with me, it almost made him late for work cause he got pulled in lol, so I can’t continue without him :(. Finished it! Really liked this movie. Soundtrack was really good)

Secret Superstar (feels filled movie. I liked this one)

Vikram Vedha (I was rooting for Vedha through out the whole movie lol. They said Vikram was a honorable cop, but he straight up shot a man who had surrendered and engineered multiple encounters)

Petta (It was okay. Not really my favorite, and kinda felt disconnected. Was not a big fan of the end either. It felt like a twist for a twist sake. :/)

Jai Bhim (Really liked this movie. It was really well done. Every moment really gripped you. Sangani's story was heartbreaking 10/10) 

Etharkkum Thunindvavan (a heavy movie inregarding sexual violence, but good. Feels a little heavy handed in it's message at times, but that just may be me. Seems like it might have a sequal in the future based upon the ending? I'll be looking out for it.)

Pada (about a 1996 protest for the rights of the adivasi people. Very well done and thought provoking movie. Unfortunately the subtitles just. didn't translate some lines???? Like important ending the movie lines. Rip the amazon prime and their subtitle contractor. I swear every movie is subtitled/translated horribly)

Forensic (really interesting movie. The story it wove was very dramatic. Little of the rails at times tho)

Thimmarsu (fun movie with some action and drama. What a twist at the end)

Maharshi (interesting movie. A nice story with a good? message. Main actor wasn’t my fav tho)

Uyare (a good movie. Loved Pallavi)

Anjaan (The reveal bits were some of the funnest parts of the movie. It was fun to watch. idk what else to say about it. Was hoping for a double roll but it was not to be rip.)

Bigil (I really liked this film even the sport parts which I don’t always go for. Loved the combo of action film with sport film.)

Bairavaa  (I liked it. A good Vijay film. The plan that was spun was cool) 

Bloody Mary (Loved this movie. Was a good fun time. Loved the soundtrack, but I can’t find it anywhere rip)

Theri (loved the relationship between Vijay and his daughter. Made me miss Ice and Talapathy from Mersal tho 😔. The bits were he pretended to be a ghost were really good)

Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham (cried like a baby while watching this movie. It was really good.)

 DJ Duvvade Jagammadham (DJ was an interesting character. A fun movie, but also hate how it leaves DJ still going around killing people lmao)

Veetla Vishesham (Was a good time. Wish it focused a little more on the brothers, but would recommend it.)

 Lucifer (Really loved this one. It was so good. Cannot wait for the squeal and the Chiranjeevi remake)

Dangal (Really Really good. Loved this movie a lot)

Kilometers and Kilometers (A good movie. Moved me to tears at times and was a really good watch)

Raame Aandalum Raavane Aandalum (lovely movie. I liked it a lot. The old man’s plight being thrust forward was really good)

3 idiots (really liked this film. The romance did nothing for me though. Loved the relationship between the core three. big tw for suicide tho)

Kaththi (It was pretty good. Really liked it)

Jai Lava Kusa (NTR in a triple role was really really good. Liked this one a lot)

Taare Zameen Par (really good movie. Ishaan was the best. Loved it so much)

Maaran (interesting movie. I liked it the relationship between the Maaran and his sister was really good)

Om Shanti Om  (sad fun film. It was good, but not my favorite)

Dasvi (interesting and fun film. Loved the MC’s quest to complete his education)

Godse (no idea how to feel about this film. It was good and I liked it. Watching Godse’s story unwind was def a one punch to the gut after another)

 Kapoor and Sons (another really good movie. the last like 45 minutes just like rips out your heart and hands it to you on a platter. Would have loved to see the brother hug at the end tho)

Thaana Serndha Koottam (A fun movie loved all the biplay and plans in this movie. Really good)

Imaikkaa Nodigal (interesting film. The slow discovery of what was going on was really fun.)

Chandigarh Kare Aashiqui (It was a good movie and I liked it. Hard to get through on account of everything Maanvi goes through. Would have loved to see Manu apologize like straight out)

Started But Not Finished (plan to finish them tho) (given up on keeping track of this lmao)

Badhaai DO (Queer movie. Like what I've watched so far. need to finish it)

Gangubai Kathiawadi (stars sita’s actress, barely started it, but looks good)

Radhe Shyam (idk what to make of this movie?? Watched cause Prabhas but rom coms aren't my thing all that much)

Don (sure is something? love story comedy thing. Clicked cause i saw it trending on some chart and I'm not really vibing with it)

Lagaan (really good. Has a CW actor in it which i did not expect to see in any shape or form. Gotta watch the actual match now. Really long)

Mirchi (Prabhas movie. MC seeks to change LI factionist family I think?? Subtitles are not helping me)

Super Deluxe (mixed feeling on  this one. On one hand Trans woman whose identity is treated seriously, but on the other hand she’s hate crimed almost every second she’s on screen and is played by a cis man. The other two storylines are fun, except for the fatphobia which is :/)

Yevadu (sure is an experience. fun revenge plot Ram Charan film)

Magadheera (the film is really dragging for me right now rip)

Rang De Basanti (interesting film. Liking this one. sad and thought provoking with some fun times. Hitting the end rn) 

Night Drive (almost half way through. Liking it so far. Interesting setup for the plot)

Tughlaq Durbar (about a third of the way through. Split personality thing is throwing me off, so idk if I'll finish it)

Khaidi No. 150 (it’s a fun movie. The fact that LI is played by the same actress that’s the same age as Ram Charan and was also the LI in one of his movies is majorly throwing me off)

Thalaivaa (Not really doing anything for me :/)

[chronically-tired-ghost]

having adhd is killer. i’m not saying that in the way that all the frat boys say to their buddies “yoooo dudeeeee that’s totally killerrrrr” i’m saying it in the way that it kills me. having adhd KILLS ME. i sat down to write, and automatically got distracted by seven diffrent things. i should probably write about life’s recent events. so yesterday was boring until i left my therapists office at 3:15. my boyfriend picked me up, he had no swim so he had the time, so we drove around for a while. he let me be on aux, even though he hates my music and all i wanted to listen too was radio head. i called my best friend, and then coincidentally drove past her and a car full of my friends and we all decided to hang out. i got in her car, and my boyfriend followed us to some pizza place because i had to be home earlier then the rest of them. and then his car exploded. right as we walk into the pizza place, some dude runs in and says “hey who drives the blue dodge outside, i just heard a bang, saw some liquid fly up, and then saw ur car smoking.” so obviously we run and check on his car. turns out his coolant thingy exploded. he’s always had a problem with it, so neither of us were too surprised. still, i ended up getting home at 4:30, leaving me to have 30 minutes to get ready for a spontaneous dinner with my dad he planned the day before. he picked me, my mother, and my brother up. which was weird. i was kind of zoned out for the dinner, i always am, i was pretty tired. i wish i wasn’t, i missed hearing my dad say he missed me and my brother a lot. i cried about that later. but it was weird, he was talking to my mom about his health in the car when we got out. she thinks he knows something we don’t, that he might be dying, because he’s never done anything like this. maybe the cancer has made him realize his mortality. i can’t believe it took that for him to realize that, i’ve known i’m going to die since 5th grade. it made me so anxious i tried to do it on my own terms every year after until my sophomore year in high school. very pathetic of me. i don’t really want my dad to die, but he’s already felt pretty dead to me for years so i’m not sure how much of a diffrence it’ll make for me. after he dropped me off, i went upstairs and read part of a book called “optimists die first”, i forgot who it’s by. i think the title is true, but the book reminded me that i hate reading. it’s nice that i’m a pessimist. just means ill live as long as i want. i’ll still probably die on my own terms i hope. then my boyfriend picked me up in his moms car. i like her car, it has seat warmers, and i have a problem with being perpetually cold. i think it’s because i’m secretly a ghost. we went to his house, and watched 500 days of summer. i hated it. it was just bad. i hated it so much. then something really weird happened. my best friend called me to let me know that not just one, not just two, but all four of the people who despise me, no longer do. so now i truly have no enemies. that gives me no satisfaction at all surprisingly, probably because i can’t seem to care about much. nothing has really been worth the time for a while. anyways, i spend the rest of the time i had at my boyfriend’s playing with his cat, who’s a black cat with a very similar personality to me. i think he’s a pessimist too. he doesn’t seem to like to do much except for sleep. just like me. but then my mom made me come home, so i went home, said hi to her, told her about having no more enemies, and then fell asleep. i’m getting picked up by 3 of my friends for lunch today, my best friend, my friend from my friend group, and a mutual friend of all of us. that’s gonna be kinda nice, but i also know ill be too exhausted to make too much conversation. i’ll probably spend the rest of my starbucks gift card today. they are coming out with lavender foam drinks this friday though, so maybe ill save it for those. anyways, im gonna take a nap in class right now. good night.

[frogsandfries]

It only took me actually all freaking day

But I finally got merely most of this body of work organized across several documents.

Thousands. And. Thousands.

No. Literally. Thousands. Of (okay, admittedly horribly formatted) pages. Just for this one collection of work. Whhhyyyyyyyyyyyy

I somehow missed a chunk? Deleted it? I'm not really positive. So I do have to go back through and locate those items.

Anyway, so I get to have tomorrow off, and luckily my boss stopped in and reminded me that my schedule change came through or I would've missed work Sunday. They changed my schedule finally; it's fine. It'll honestly be nice to have Mondays and Tuesdays off. It can be hard to get shit done when I'm on the phones 9-5 M-F. Plus, there's this all-you-can-eat sushi place that I've been dying to give a second chance, and the best day to do that is Tuesday. Oddly enough, yes.

I get to chill out tomorrow, work Sunday, and then have my first Monday and Tuesday off. So......bleh. Could be worse. One time, in another job, long, long ago, on third shift, I had to work something like eight days in a row. That. Was awful. Awful, awful.

I'm absolutely dying of exhaustion. I actually want to go back through the chapters I haven't yet and get the tables of contents set up in each of the documents, just to be absolutely positive that I got everything saved. Blehhhh I should go back through the fics off AO3 and set up their tables of contentses, but.......it's honestly kind of a nightmare and I'd honestly rather save it for a) the really, really long fics, and b) later. Like, absolutely the last minute. Admittedly though, I do not know what I would do without the table of contents for Debt of Time. Probably split each of the books into their own, multiple documents so I don't have to spend ages and ages scrolling and scrolling and scrolling.

I wish I had something to do tomorrow, somewhere to go. I could go to the cafe up the hill. Or the other....is that one a cafe? Meh, I'll probably go to that one the next time I'm over at the post office. Now that I get Mondays and Tuesdays off, I could save the almost hour walk when I finally go over to take my sister's gift to ship, but....where's the fun in that? I could go over that way and check this place out that I think I've walked past several times. I want something more social, though, than just sitting at a cafe and prodding at fanfic.

Ugh, I guess I have enough paper presently to print some more textblocks, which I'll get to the first press and then neglect. Again, even if I bought one book cloth each paycheck, with the number of books that I have to cover at this point, it's going to take a long time to cover each of them, even if I don't do any kind of embroidery or embellishment (I keep thinking about a) 15/0 seed beads and b) that bead place in town). Even longer if the stack keeps growing. Oh, and don't forget that I haven't been able to squeeze more cover boards out of my budget, so there's a bit of a bottleneck there too.

What's the real hurry though? It's not like I have a bookshelf--still, yet.

But hey, I could and should be kinder to myself. I'm finally getting a vacuum, and also, I rather need my vices. Mine are not the most dangerous vices that were ever had by a socially isolated human. Also, I should finally be able to devote the necessary energy to trimming and punching the other half of my fic catalogue; that'll be......fun? Pleasant to fill up. I'm still struggling to think up an expandable enough spine. Maybe I should just not even worry about it and set up either a basic long-stitch or criss-cross spine. Well, actually, the long-stitch style spine might be a bit of a......poor match for what I have going on with the stab-type spine. An adapted criss-cross type spine could be good. If I break the initial volume into two parts and use two or three spines per volume, initially, that should give plenty of breathing room.

Honestly, now that I'm elbows deep into this random ramble, my mind keeps returning to a criss-cross binding as really the best option for a sturdy, expandable spine. Think about it: You could undo the spine, and either replace it, weave in another, or attach another spine and/or cover on the 'outside'. All you need is for the threads to pass through the signatures in some fashion.

Although, even a long-stitch isn't necessarily a bad idea. You'd have to set it up a little more like a travel journal, and even the only thing wrong with something like a travel journal is the poor way elastic ages. If it weren't for the matter of covering them, I think I'd be leaning more toward just weaving the booklets together by their spine stitching.

Maybe a softer, wrap-around style cover, to make up for any expansion? Maybe I'm too worried about expansion that I know will happen. I'm not just going to be like "well, section 'b' is full up; no more fics with titles that start with 'b'".

[shitishouldnotbepostingonline]

Unromantic

Bro really thought he could just ask.

One of my more lighthearted "men are pigs" stories. For a little background, I went to a small school and grew up in a small town my entire life. Everyone knows everyone. My school was an elementary k-6 and high school 7-12. Yes 17 year olds dated 12 year olds. Yes it was creepy. No that is not this story. My class was only about 35 people and the classes above us were around the same.

Small schools have a lot of dances and usually would raise a good bit of money for whatever club needed money. We had a Hawkins dance, Halloween, homecoming, Christmas, valentines, spring and prom. I know I'm missing one but every other month there was a dance. When I was in middle school, it was a big deal. Who you going with, should we sleepover after, should we get pizza before, can you wait for me by the door so I don't have to go in alone because I'm having a panic attack that I over dressed because what the fuck do you wear to a casual dance at 13 and my dad is dropping me off early so he can have a break, can your mom do my hair. Fun fun fun times. Most importantly, drama. A huge night for drama. Miss one dance, miss all the gossip. Miss one dance, your crush might have started dating someone else. Miss one dance, your an outcast for at least the next week of school. I never missed a dance. Commonly you would find me A. dancing B. consoling in the bathroom or C. gossiping. I'll admit I'm toxic, I know and especially in middle school I was horrible. I was a horrible person who was going through horrible things blah blah blah. Every teen sab story. We all did it. I wasn't the worst but wasn't the best either. Life was about being popular, having friends and especially a boyfriend.

So, one of these dances is coming up. It's the homecoming. One that you are definitely supposed to have a date to. I'm single, actually thinking about it, I think this time period was the longest I've been single ever. I'm single and chat up this guy a grade above me. Let's call him Mark. We share a study hall together and Mark's definitely not popular but he is older then me which will give me points on the invisible popularity scale. My first impression was he's kind, funny and dorky so we spark a friendship. We start talking on kik (rip) and everything is normal to a 14 and 15/16 year old texting in the early 2010's. He's a bit odd and talks to me a little weird. I would later on recognize this as misogynistic but I was 14 and it was a different time. Fast forward to the week leading up to the dance and I'm dropping mad hints that I want him to ask me. I was freaking out that I had no one to go with. I was in between friend groups and was kind of at my first "big depression" period. He finally agrees to go with me (I don't think he ever actually asked). I definitely wore him down with constant texting and always saying hi when we passed in the hall. I think the worst part is I didn't like him. I just felt like I need a boyfriend for the attention everyone gives you once you start dating.

We decided (I decided) to go to the dance together. We make a plan and Mark changes it last minute saying he's not going unless I meet him at his house so we could walk together. Mark also made it a point to mention he was home alone. Cool fine no red flag there. At least not to my 14 year old dumb fuck self. The problem being my dad is bring me. Dad doesn't know I have a date. Dad doesn't know this kid and is not going to like that Mark wants me to go over to his empty house. So what do I do? I just didn't fucking tell my father. Waited for dad to leave. Then walked on over to Mark's place. Dumb yes, but if you want to understand how I was raise by people who are hands off or overly trusting/don't care that would take 37 page thesis paper.

I find Mark's house and at this point the dance has started. Did I mention he had the tickets so even if I refused to go over I would not be able to get into the dance. It's cold, I'm in a dress, heels, and I come from a place where it fall is 40° at night. Anyways I knock on the door and he yells for me to come in. When I say that womanly instinct sent red flags off throughout my whole body, I'm not kidding. Rightfully so. I was lying about where I was, who I was with and what I was doing. To say I was nervous was an understatement. I was terrified. I go in the house and shut the door behind me. We just kind of stare at each other until I break the overwhelming silence with a

"are you ready to go"

In which he responds

"a yeah but do you want to chill here for a bit"

Me, confused because I just spend hours getting ready and had a plan of action laid out in my head says

"I mean the dance already started"

This kid, props to how much guts it probably took, asks me

"well I was hoping you would let me eat you out first, then we'll head over".

The only thing I picture now is him hyping himself up all day to ask me that but at the time it was a different feeling. I can not describe in words what the hell was going through my mind. Like what? You can just ask that? Did he just ask that? Like he wants me to just what lay on his bed as he eats me out???? We haven't even kissed, held hands, nothing was leading me to believe that we had reach that level of intimacy. We are not even dating. I do what most women would do in that situation and play it off as he's just joking. I laugh and say let's go in a lighthearted voice. But no he doubles down. I remember think Jesus Christ please stop you are ruining any chance of anything happening.

"So is that a no"

How do I respond with out sound like a dick but also not agreeing because this kids is persistent. So I say as simply and as nicely trying not to embarrassing him

"Oh um I'm not really into that. I was hoping we could just go to the dance"

Then the most awkward walk of my young adult life happened. We did like 2 or 3 slow dances together but I spend most of my time consoling a friend in the bathroom. He tried to kiss me before I left but I think I dodged it with a hug.

So what do you think happened next? I have to see him everyday and we texted like constantly. He may of even apologized for being weird. Friend zone? Ghosted to the best of my ability? Told everyone what the fuck that kid asked me? No no and surprisingly no. I kept it to myself for quite a bit. It felt like to much for me to process at that time to tell anyone. We ended up dating for 2 weeks. Worst 2 weeks of my life. I underestimated just how much people disliked him and was starting to get laughed at for being with him. Which I would take if I actually liked him at all. As soon as we started dating the only thing he talked to me about in study hall was his dick. I mean like hyping it up for me. Acting like I was going to drop my yoga pant right there and just jump on him. I made it 2 weeks and the second week was just because I didn't know how to break up with him. Which I did in person. First time I've ever broken up with someone in person. It was mean yes but all this kid did was talk about his dick for 40 minutes a day. I bluntly said

"I'm not going to do this anymore. You just keep talking about your dick and it weirds me out. So I'm breaking up with you"

That was that. Didn't ever really talk to him again. We weren't on like bad terms but not good ones either. He did date a girl younger then me for a hot minute but other then that I do not think he dated anyone else while we were in school. My mom said she saw Mark an said hi but that was years ago. I still have him on socials and he's been popping up recently which is what inspired me to share this tidbit. I hope he is a bit more romantic in the bed room for who ever he ends up with.

I know I am to blame and I was cruel for potentially leading him on. I take responsibility for my part of being a fucking asshole when it came to petty shit like being popular or seen so by your peers. Funny thing was about this time I start having a new group of friends who were the more "outcast" type. Eventually they would be my friends for the rest of high school. I would blow up every single one of those friendships slowly until graduation. Probably doing permanent damage to all of our mental health along the way. I am not the good guy. In most my stories I have, especially from high school, I am just as much the villain as victim. I know that. If I could go back in time and have a chat with myself, I would. Live an learn.

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Do you remember much from high school? Some snippets here and there, but it’s not like my memory is superpower-levelsof good. If anything, I know my old survey blog is still hanging around here and I told so much shit about high school in there, while I was actually in high school.

Where would you go for the ultimate honeymoon? I’d love to go traveling around West Asia and follow it up with a second leg in North Africa.

Can you access the roof of the building you live in? Well we have a rooftop, so yes.

Do you know anyone who has a strong accent that is hard to understand? Occasionally my clients will have regional higher-ups join our calls and they would have very thick accents that I’d sometimes struggle to understand, yes.

If you had to get a tattoo tomorrow, what would you get? Seven dots in the order of BTS’ mic colors. I also want to incorporate a 7 in there but I still don’t know how; might be something I ask help for from the tattoo artist.

What was the last podcast you listened to? Do you listen to it regularly? The last one I remember listening to is Dispatches From Myrtle Beach, which is a podcast by GMM’s Link and his dad. I loved the pilot a lot, but as I’m not a usual listener of any podcast I didn’t really catch up. My focus when listening is pretty shaky so podcasts and I have never really worked well together.

Are you more of an optimist or a pessimist, and why do you think this is? Optimist. I was a raging pessimist in the past and I’ve learned that always looking at the bad side of things has never helped me nor helped the situation get better. I like looking at things realistically if anything, but I’m never always like, “this is going to shit” or “I’m going to be so bad at this.”

When was the last time you moved house? That would be 15 years ago.

Have you ever held a gun? Did you fire it? I held some sort of practice gun once, at Athenna’s place. I still don’t know whether that was a real one or what.

Do you like simple questions or deep questions that make you think? You mean on these surveys? Simple ones. I go here for a distraction, so for the most part deep questions that would make me need to mull over my answers kinda defeats that purpose.

How long have you been using Bzoink? I’ve been checking it out since like ‘09, but never made an account since I primarily post surveys here. 14 years!

When was the last time you threw up? Why were you sick? Nausea from too much screentime. Work, as always.

Are you on a first-name basis with your boss? (or last boss if unemployed) Yep, honorifics are thrown out the window for the most part. It’s meant to make everyone comfortable with one another and confident to share ideas.

What brand is your laptop or computer? Apple.

Would you ever wear a bright orange shirt? I find it hard to imagine doing so, tbh. 

What was the last thing you wrote in a word document? Probably December before we went on shutdown.

Who do you miss and what do you miss about them? My grandpa. I miss talking to him; he was an incredibly intelligent person. I’m mostly sad I was too young to fully appreciate the little factoids and anecdotes he would share – and also because I never did get to share a drink with him.

What were the best and worst costumes you've ever worn? Best would be dressing up as Sofie for one Halloween - it’s my favorite because it ended up being the most resourceful/cheapest and the most popular in my friend group lol. Worst would probably just be the generic princess/pirate costumes we’d buy last-minute at the department store.

Do you know anybody who is gay and married? Yes, a prof I had in college. Media law is what they taught.

What did you last take painkillers for? A headache from fluctuating temperatures all day.

Are there any hobbies you want to get back into? Reading. I already have two books lined up for me to read, which is a great start to 2023. I imagine I’d be getting into it more as I become closer with Kat (my cousin’s fiancée), who’s as big a bookworm as it gets.

Have you ever shared a home with a friend? I have not.

What's the craziest or weirdest place you've ever slept? The fucking parking lot at Metrowalk. What in the utter fuck was I thinking.

What did you have for lunch today and who made it? It’s 9:57 AM.

Do you believe in anything supernatural like ghosts or ghouls? No.

How many hours of sleep did you get last night? Around 5. Slept at 3, woke up at a little over 8 this morning.

Are you allergic to anything? How did you find out? Grass, apparently. And certain fabrics that I haven’t figured out yet because my rashes apper randomly, lmao.

What's your favourite Thai dish? Pad thai and green curry.

Do you have any alarms set? What time and what for? Yeah but I rarely set them on. It’s for waking up for work if I feel like I’ll have trouble waking up the next morning.

What are you going to do when this survey is over? Play with the dogs.

Have you ever been on a date with someone you met online? How was it? Nope.

What colour is the rug in your living area? Grey.

Do you call it a couch, sofa, lounge or something else entirely? I alternate between couch and sofa.

Who is your favourite character on Friends? Chandler. I’m most similar to Monica so I like her too.

When was the last time you used a pair of headphones and what for? My dad got a pair of headphones for the family raffle last Christmas and my sister and I gave it a quick try to make sure it works fine. Describe the temperature of the area you're in right now. It’s hot during the day but can be very cold at night.

Who was the last very physically attractive person you saw? This girl at church who turned out to be someone from my high school once I got to take a better look at her, lol.

Have you ever had teppanyaki? No, it doesn’t really appeal to me. This is why I could never count Japanese as a top fave cuisine of mine lol – I only ever really regularly eat sushi and sashimi, oh and ramen too. Not so much of the fuller rice/meat dishes they’ve got.

How long does it take you to get ready before you go somewhere? Around 30-45 minutes. I take longer now; I never know what to wear.

Do you find it difficult to get rid of material possessions? I will say that I’m a bit of a hoarder, yes. Not reality-TV levels of bad, but I do find it hard to get rid of things.

What sort of games do you like to play? Just easy Mario ones, man. I’m terrible at video games. GTA is fun too but I only ever use it for the open-world feature and eating at restaurants LOL and not actually doing the missions.

What was the last candy you ate? These toffee candies given to my mom as a Christmas gift - they taste exactly like Ferrero Rocher.

Have you ever been hit in the face? What's the story? Yeah, by my brother and is the reason I do not talk to him. Family argument got out of hand, and he, the youngest, was the first to raise a hand.

Do you know anyone who is deaf? I used to know somebody. My great-grandma’s former househelp was mute and deaf.

Name one thing on your bucket list. Going to Korea!

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Will try to keep this updated, but please feel free to PM me if I miss things or there are updates! A Message from the Chair of Radiation Oncology James M. Hi all, just wanted to create a consolidated list of the residency spreadsheets that have started popping up for the 2019-2020 application cycle.

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Hii I was lowkey wondering if you would do something maybe like a one shot of neglected where reader is older (18-20) and dipped out of the house and became a singer and one of her songs basically exposed them for how they treated reader and in like an interview she full on tells them how she doesn’t even talk to them and like only Jason

This is literally perfect. I love this idea! I was planning on making a singer batsis reader anyway so here you go! I'll be making this part 4 of the series instead of a one shot. There’s a bit of angst. Btw, thanks so much for your support everyone! I'm glad you enjoy this series! Feel free to request anything you'd like besides smut as well!

This is the longest thing I have ever written so there will be a part 5. I planned on this being the last part but it's just so much. It’s not proofread and neither are all of the other parts because I post at 1 am most of the time lol. Hope you like it!

f/n = friend name

Y/G/N = your group name

N/S = news station

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (Current) Part 5

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You were sick of it. Sick of how even after confronting them about how you felt and almost dying because of it, they still neglected you. You couldn't wait to move out at the age of 18, even if it proved to be a struggle. You had taken mini jobs since you turned 15 and saved up since then. You just couldn't see them anymore as it would remind you of how they treated you that day at that hospital. None of them apologized either. They just pretended it never happened and continued to ignore you. The media had a field day with speculation of what had happened but eventually stopped because Bruce had claimed it was “just a bad case of the flu” which they believed.

Jason was always the only one that would talk to you. He was the only one that actually cared enough to make sure you were taking proper care of yourself and that you wouldn't have a repeat of what happened. He took you places, spent time with you and gave you advice. You even had a tradition where you'd always meet up at the manor's library every week at the same time that same day every week and just have a mini book club together. He always made time for you and never bailed on you.

So on your 18th birthday, he helped you move out. You managed to rent a small apartment in Star City with the money you had saved up. It wasn’t that close to the manor which was a good thing. The neighborhood wasn’t good but it wasn’t as bad as Gotham’s neighborhoods so you would be fine. You could handle yourself with your assassin training if needed. You also managed to get hired at a cafe which was about a five minutes walking distance from your apartment.

It had taken a while but eventually, you had packed all of your belongings into color coded containers and moved them into Jason’s car with his help. You didn’t say goodbye to anyone as you had no friends to say bye to and you knew that your so called “family” couldn’t care less about what you did with your life. ‘This is it, hopefully the last time I’ll ever be near this place.’ You thought. You didn’t plan on stepping foot in Gotham ever again after you left. It would bring back too many memories you prefer to keep buried away deep inside your mind.

The car ride to Star City was entertaining. You and Jason conversed the whole time, telling jokes and listening to his funny tales with the radio playing softly in the background. Eventually, a song you both loved came on and you both started yell-singing along to the lyrics. You wished those moments could be permanent. You were both so carefree and nothing else mattered besides having fun and enjoying yourselves.

You now stood in the doorway of your new apartment, admiring your new home. Jason and yourself had just finished unpacking all of your belongings. You really liked how it looked and thought you both did an amazing job at designing the place perfectly according to your style. Jason, unfortunately, had to leave in order to avoid raising suspicions. Once you both said your byes, he left you to your apartment.

Jason drove back home in silence. He hated to admit it but he would miss you dearly. You were always there for him and helped him with anything. You tried your best to always comfort him and make him feel better on his darkest days and it would always work. Somehow you seemed to always have the right words to say or knew exactly what to do to help him. Out of everyone he was closest to you. He assumed it was because he could relate to you the most. More so how you felt. He’d felt like the black sheep of the family before you came, and he was. When you came, you took that role from him. It pained him to see how much their insults would affect you, even if you were good at hiding it. He could just tell.

Jason made it back to the manor after a while and went straight to the library. He didn't want to deal with the others. After the whole hospital situation, he'd never really bother interacting with them. He hated how they treated you as if you didn’t exist and hated how much pain they had caused you and that they didn’t even care. He guessed that they'd probably be doing something for Damian's birthday and forgot that you were his twin. They probably couldn’t even remember that Damian had a twin.

He made it to the library and pulled out one of his favorite books. He’d read it so many times you’d often joke that he could probably recite the whole book by heart at this point. Sitting down in a chair, he started to read. However, he couldn’t bring himself to stop thinking about what it would’ve been like if they treated you how they did Damian. The both of you were Bruce’s real children. You both even looked like clones of him! At first, Jason thought you would’ve been the favorite twin due to your personality. Even though you were twins, your personalities were polar opposites. You even refused to kill! You were trained by the League so why didn’t you kill as Damian did?

Jason knew you would benefit them greatly if you joined. You had self control, didn’t kill, could act perfectly, lie perfectly, do well under pressure, and not to mention your skills. Being raised by the League may have been torture, but you managed to gain incredible skills out of it. You could take on at least ten guys who doubled you in size and beat them within five minutes. You even bested Damian in spars and he was supposedly dubbed the “better twin” by Talia, so why hadn’t they let you join their nightly crusades like they had let Damian when the both of you first arrived?

Damian passed by your room but noticed something was off. He decided to take a look. He twisted the doorknob and pushed. The room which was once occupied by you now looked extremely plain and bare, stripped of all of its accessories. The only things left were the bed itself, multiple dressers, and a vanity. It looked as if it had been vacant the whole time. It might as well have been. Damian couldn’t really remember what it had looked like since he’s never paid much mind to it but he could tell there was a drastic difference. He knew that you disliked just leaving your room plain unlike himself and wanted at least something to make it look less boring.

He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. Had you finally been kicked out by Bruce? Did you get shipped off to a boarding school like he had been suggesting to your father for years? He decided to go ask. He exited the room and closed the door behind him, taking off for Bruce’s office. Walking down the hall, he suddenly remembered that he had seen you leave with Jason. This meant that you were not at a boarding school like he had originally thought. But then why was your room vacant?

Instead of going to see Bruce, he decided to go see Jason and bring up the matter with him instead. He changed directions and headed to the library where he knew he’d find Jason. It was no secret that Jason was a book worm so Damian had a fifty percent chance of finding him there.

He entered the library and was immediately greeted with the sight of Jason sitting comfortably on a chair, legs crossed with a book opened in his hands. Jason didn’t bother to look up from his book as he spoke.

“What do you want Demon Spawn?”

“I’ve come to obtain the whereabouts of my sister.”

“You mean my sister?”

“She’s not your sister!” Damian exclaimed.

“Well I act more like a brother than you do.”

“Where is Y/N? Her whole room is bare.”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“Just tell me, you imbecile!” Damian said, growing increasingly frustrated by Jason’s blunt answers.

“She’s not here.”

“Then where is she?”

“Not here.”

“Just tell me already Todd, I have no time for your foolish games!”

“She moved out.” Jason said, giving in.

“What?! Where.” Damian demanded.

“Why would I tell you?”

“Because I demand to know!”

“Okay and?”

“Tell me!”

“No.”

“Why not!”

“Because you don’t even care.”

“And you do?”

“Yes, I actually do Damian! I’m there for her when she needs me the most. I’m there for her while she’s watching you live the perfect life that she’s just a background character in! While you and the others ignore that she even exists! I’m there for her when she breaks down and has panic attacks! And what were you all doing to try and help her? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!” Jason snapped.

“Y/N’s fine, I know my twin!” Damian screamed.

“Do you even know what her favorite color is?” Jason questioned in a harsh tone.

“...” Was Damian’s reply.

“Exactly! You don’t! You and the others have never cared about her, so why all of a sudden do you care now? You don’t know anything about her so don’t act like you do!” Jason then stood up and walked out of the room in a fit of rage.

Damian stood there, shocked. Had Jason just refused to answer his question? He was about to follow him but decided against it. Why was Damian going to chase Jason down just for her? She was just an annoyance, a mistake, imperfect. He had been wanting to get rid of her for so long, so why doesn’t he feel relieved? Why does he feel guilty? He decided to stop dwelling on it and get on with life. He figured it would happen eventually if it hadn’t happened then.

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It had been a year since that day. The day you left your old life behind and started a new life, a better one. One where you weren’t constantly ignored. One where you actually had more than one person care about you. Instead of seeing yourself as a failure and disappointment, you now saw yourself as an amazing person (which you always were). You had been going to a community college in Star City. You made many friends there and started up a music career with three of them.

Their names were f/n, f/n and f/n. You all started off by taking random gigs anywhere you could. You performed covers of songs and would receive standing ovations all the time. Seeing as your group was well liked, you decided to write and produce your own songs. At the age of 19, Y/G/N released their first album. It went viral within a day and everyone was talking about it. After a week, several articles were posted, praising your work. News Stations talked about all the records Y/G/N managed to break. People started to stream it like crazy, and you couldn’t be happier with all the positive feedback you were receiving.

You had been a Wayne once, meaning you had experience in dealing with the media. Since you had already been used to it, you knew you’d all eventually be invited to interviews. So, when you had received an email stating how N/S wanted a one on one interview with you, you weren’t sure how to feel. You weren’t looking forward to interviews with your whole group, let alone one where you would be alone. You knew how unfiltered interviewers could be and didn’t feel comfortable with it.

However, you decided it would be best to go. So here you were, sitting in front of the interviewer in an uncomfortable chair preparing for the interview to start. You had somehow managed to keep a smile plastered on your face the entire time while you were a nervous wreck on the inside. You hoped none of the questions would be sexist as they usually were towards women. However, you had no more time to think about that. You heard clicking, signaling that you were about to go live. Once you heard the last click, you knew you were live and the interview had begun.

“Hello everyone, welcome back to N/S. My name is Jerald Tangleberry and I’m here today with songwriter, singer, and celebrity, Y/N Wayne! How are you?”

You waved to the camera and then answered, “Hello everyone! I’m doing good, how about you?”

“I’m doing great, thanks for asking! So by now I’d assume everyone knows that you’ve released an album with your group. How does it feel to gain more fame?”

“It doesn’t feel any different. Fame wasn’t our goal when we released the album. It was to express ourselves.”

“Mhm, well Ms. Wayne, what inspired you to write songs?”

“Well we know people may be in a tough spot in their life right now and want them to know they aren’t alone.”

“That’s so true. Some fans have been speculating that every member has three songs that specifically relate to them since there are twelve songs in total and three of the songs have the same group member as the introduction part of the song. Is this true?”

“Yes, it is true.”

“So all three of your songs relate to family issues of some sort. Is that hinting that you have family issues?”

“Yes, actually. My family isn’t the best. They ignored me all the time, even when they weren't busy. The only person who didn’t was Jason.”

“You’re saying it in the past tense.”

“I moved out about a year ago. When I was around 14, I suffered from anorexia. My family would always ignore me since they were either busy doing work or hanging out with each other. The only family member that acknowledged me was Jason. I assumed it was because there was something wrong with me. I started to hate myself so much to the point of starvation. One day, I passed out right before a gala and my oldest brother Dick found me passed out on the floor. They took me to the hospital and when I woke up, Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian started fussing about how I’d ruin their image if the media knew what actually happened. They started to yell at me and told me how I was a useless burden. I started to have a panic attack so I kicked them out. Jason stayed behind with me and comforted me. Ever since then I made a planed to save enough money so I could move out when I turned 18, which I did.”

“Oh, wow. So Jason was the only one who interacted with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Looks like the Wayne family isn’t as perfect as they seem.”

“No family is actually perfect.”

“Did your family try contacting you at all after they found out about Y/G/N?”

“Not yet. They’re probably too busy or don’t care.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright, I got over it. What’s the next question.”

“Oh-” He cleared his throat and continued the interview. (So basically I don’t wanna bore you all lol)

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Jason had woken up late into the afternoon that day. Patrol that morning had exhausted him. There was a huge breakout at Arkham they had assisted with. They successfully locked up every escapee, so today, Jason just wanted to relax until it would be time for patrol again. Even though he was exhausted, he knew he couldn’t take a break. The others wouldn’t and it would be unfair to them if he did.

He headed over to his couch with his phone and a bowl of popcorn in hand, ready to watch random movies the entirety of the day. He set down his phone on the coffee tables and grabbed the TV remote. When he turned on the TV, he almost dropped the popcorn and remote. You were sitting on a chair, giving an award winning smile while you politely answered the man’s questions. He was baffled. He didn’t know why you were being interviewed, let alone on TV at all! You made it clear you didn’t want to have any relations with your family any longer and you couldn’t stand publicity, so what were you doing?

He placed the bowl down and snatched his phone off the table. Unlocking his phone, he quickly dialed your phone number. However, he realized that the interview was live and that he would be interrupting it if he called you then. Deciding to wait, he placed his phone back down, picked up the bowl, and then got comfortable.

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