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Killing Me Softly | (Joel x teacher!f!reader)

Chap. 9 Act 1, Scene 1

Summary: Time passes, but the memories remain. Rating: 18+ Word Count: 6.7k Warnings: **THIS CONTAINS CHAPTER SPOILERS** angst, language, mentions of alcohol, brief mention of vomiting (tw for anyone with emetophobia), slight duel pov A/N: Well... the imposter syndrome has hit me HARD. I'm extremely discouraged by this chapter, but i hope its a decent enough follow-up to what y'all read last :/ bear with me, the last two chapters will MORE than make up for it. i promise.

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Time didn’t exist anymore.

You woke up. You went to work. You came home.

Over and over, the cycle went, and the days passed with no significance. You didn’t eat much, your appetite dwindling just as much as your motivation. It started to show in the way your clothes hung on your body and how your face thinned out. If you cared, you would go to the store and actually buy food, but the possibility of running into Joel kept you away.

Joel.

Two weeks had passed since parent-teacher conferences—two weeks since you had hidden the book far away. You considered re-writing your lesson plans for next year; you never wanted to teach Romeo and Juliet again. You weren’t strong enough to analyze a story you had shared so intimately with someone you now considered a stranger because that’s what Joel was now: a stranger. A stranger you could still pick out in a crowd of a million people, a stranger whose lips were still imprinted on your skin even after countless hours spent in the shower.

He was a stranger, and you hated him.

You were perched on the couch with a glass of wine—as most nights went now—when your cell phone buzzed on the coffee table. You didn’t reach for it initially; it was most likely your mom. She had tried calling a handful of times since you had hung up on her weeks ago. You never once called back, but you listened to the voicemails when you were drunk enough. Your dad had been discharged last week and started physical therapy for his hip. Stella and her boyfriend were moving in together somewhere in downtown Boston. And Beth…your mom never once uttered her name. She knew better than to do that.

But the continuous buzzing of your phone began to irritate you, and you reached for it with an exasperated sigh. An unknown number flashed on the screen, igniting a sudden burst of anxiety inside your chest. Setting your glass down, you inhaled and answered the phone.

“Hello?” You cautioned.

Your name filtered through the receiver, a voice you weren’t expecting to hear.

“Bennett?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” he sighed.

“I didn’t think you’d reach out,” you said. “I tried to see you in the hospital, but Natalie…” You let your voice drift off.

“I know. She’s not big on the idea of talking to you at all.”

“I’m so sorry again, Bennett. Joel shouldn’t have done that. I really don’t understand why it got to that point. I—.”

“I deserved it,” he said, cutting you off mid-sentence.

You shook your head, your fingers knotting through the tangles in your hair.

“No, Bennett. No, you didn’t. He could have killed you,” you argued.

“He’s a man of his word, I’ll give him that,” he laughed.

It was odd to hear Bennett talk so casually about this as if Joel hadn’t pummeled him into the ground. He should be mad, so why wasn’t he?

“Should I be waiting for a call from your lawyer soon?” You asked wearily.

“If I wanted to come after you or Joel legally, I would be the one to do it. But that’s not happening,” he sighed. “It's too messy of a situation, and I really don’t want to go through the hassle. Natalie says otherwise, but she doesn’t really understand the situation.”

“The situation,” you echoed. “Joel told me his side of things after they took you to the hospital. I still don’t remember anything, Bennett. Even if I did, I wouldn’t have been able to reach you. You left. You disappeared completely and broke my heart.”

There was a beat of silence. You took the opportunity to down the last of your wine, the beginnings of a light buzz coursing through your veins. Don't get angry, you told yourself. You didn’t feel much of anything anymore, but anger was never too far out of reach. Sitting with that emotion and festering in it was easy if you let yourself. Bennett deserved your anger just as much as the rest of them, but you needed answers more than you needed to feel anything.

“There’s a lot to explain,” he finally said. “I’m not sure if you even want to see me again, but I can drive up to Austin this weekend and tell you everything. Or at least everything from my side.”

Seeing Bennett again would unfurl so many unchecked emotions: heartbreak, betrayal, grief. But it would be something you needed. Joel wasn’t the one you were with those two years following the accident; he wasn’t the one you had walked down the aisle expecting to see. Bennett had been with you through it all. You wanted to hear it from his mouth. You wanted an apology and an explanation.

“Okay,” you exhaled. “We can do that. Will Natalie have an issue with it?”

��Natalie won’t know.”

“You’re going to lie to your wife?” You laughed bitterly at his admission. He was still the same person through and through.

“She’s fine,” he huffed through the phone. “She doesn’t understand any of this anyway.”

“Whatever you say, Bennett. We can meet at a coffee shop this weekend. Don’t abandon me again. I deserve an explanation.”

“I won’t.”

The guilt in his voice was thick, and you relished knowing he was suffering. Everyone, not just you, deserved to suffer for what they did.

You quickly ended the call with Bennett and returned to the silence surrounding you. Knowing you’d see him in just a few days was unsettling and uncomfortable. The lingering grief he had left still hollowed out your heart. No amount of apologies would fill it, but it could sew up the remaining holes.

What couldn’t be filled was the gaping hole Joel had left within your heart. Secrets wrapped in scar tissue and carnage that could never be fully healed, and it still infuriated your love for him still festered inside you. It buried itself deep under the confines of your numbness, but sometimes, when you lay awake at night, you could still feel it. You ached for him in growing unbearable ways, but you had to continue with your life.

You hadn't prepared yourself to see Bennett the first go around, and you had since thrown out the shit still stained with his blood. Now, you were standing amid a pile of clothes strewn around your feet, your hair still wet and wrapped in a towel, and a face that screamed insomnia. You looked beyond amends.

After another hour of procrastination and a ticking timeline, you threw on the most basic T-shirt and jeans and left your hair a wet mess.

It was only Bennett.

It wasn’t serious.

Nothing was these days.

You pulled into a spot in front of a cafe a little ways into town, your car sitting idle as you stared at the storefront. You could faintly make out Bennett’s silhouette sitting in the window, yet your body wouldn’t move. You were feet from all the answers, but the anxiety bubbling inside you made you immobile. Did you actually want this? Was it better to be blissfully unaware?

Would the answers hurt you more than help you?

Before the constant questions led you to flee, you opened your door and decided to face the truth. Walking into the cafe, your eyes connected with Bennett, and your heart sank. Even from a distance, the scarring on his face was horrible: a thick, red, jagged line stretching down his temple and ending at his cheekbone. Another raised scar creased his left eyebrow, dragging down the arch over his eye.

Joel did this.

Inhaling, you met him at the table, sliding into the chair without a word. Bennett’s lips curled into a smug smile, one you still hated, and his eyes glazed over your body.

“You look like shit,” he stated.

“You’re one to talk,” you shot back, rolling your eyes.

He shrugged, leaning back comfortably in his chair. Your eyes flicked down to the ring on his finger, the gold shimmering through the sunlight hitting the windows.

“She really has no idea you’re here?” You questioned, nodding your head towards his hand.

Bennett glanced down at his wedding band, his fingers twisting around the metal mindlessly.

“No, she doesn’t. She thinks I’m out of town on business.”

“And where’s home for you now?” You asked. “I never really found out since you up and left without a trace.” You tried to swallow the bitterness coating over your words.

“I live in Houston now. I found a firm seeking out a junior partner and settled down in the city,” he explained. “Trust me, I didn’t want to leave my life here, but it was the only option.”

You studied him momentarily, watching any signs in his body language that would frame him as a liar. But you found nothing to fault.

“What do you mean it was the only option?”

Bennett leaned forward, intertwining his hands together.

“What exactly did Joel fill you in on?” Bennett asked, cocking an eyebrow.

You shifted in your seat. Bennett’s words hit a nerve inside you, one that was buried deep within the numbness and itching to revive itself on a spark of anger. Was there more Joel had kept from you? How much more heartbreak could you take before you completely withered away?

“He said you and I broke up after we moved to Austin,” you started. “That’s when I met him, and we started dating. I don’t know specifics or much more, but Joel said that when I woke up in the hospital, I asked for you, and that’s when my parents decided to reach out to you and cover up my memory.”

“He left out… a lot,” he emphasized.

“Oh.”

“So, where do you want me to start then?”

You chewed on your lip, glancing outside as the cars drove down the main road. If you had told yourself two years ago you’d be sitting in front of your ex-fiance learning about a life you never knew existed… you’d laugh. You’d laugh and tell yourself you’d gone crazy.

“From the beginning,” you sighed.

Bennett leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms behind his head. His eye twitched, the tight scar scrunching the skin around it. You averted your eyes, dropping your gaze to your hands as they fidgeted in your lap.

“Obviously, you remember us moving to Austin,” he started. “It was probably a month or two after that when we started arguing a lot. You were always mad at me for working too much. You complained all the time that I wasn’t present or whatever.” You deadpanned him when he said those words; it was the same as the arguments you remembered during the engagement. Bennett shrugged off your glare and continued. “Anyway, you finally got fed up with everything and called it quits. You moved in with your teacher friend, whatever her name is… I don’t remember.”

“Maria,” you grumbled. “Her name is Maria.”

“Right, yeah.” Bennett quirked a grin as if he knew the buttons he was pushing. “So, you moved in with Maria and must’ve met Joel shortly after that. We didn’t keep in touch during those two years, but I missed you—a lot.”

Now, it was your turn to hit him with a rueful grin. He was so full of shit, just like you remembered.

“I don’t believe that for a minute,” you scoffed.

“Believe whatever you want, but I did miss you. Even with all our fights, I loved you,” he admitted. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, so after a while, I decided to reach out. I asked if we could go to dinner and talk, you know, work things out. I didn’t expect you to agree to it, but you did. And you know what happened? You laughed. You laughed at everything I said. You told me you were finally happy and in love and that you’d never consider the chance of getting back together. You sure do know how to hurt a man's pride.”

“You probably deserved it,” you said, shrinking back into your chair.

“Yeah, probably,” Bennett exhaled. “Doesn’t matter now, though. Anyway, after dinner, you left, and that’s when the accident happened. I had no idea until your parents called me to the hospital and explained it all to me. Looking back now, I can see how incredibly fucked up it all was, but I wanted a second chance. Joel wasn’t happy with the plan at all. As a matter of fact, he punched the shit out of me right when I walked into the room.”

“What?” You balked.

Bennett laughed dismissively, running a hand over his jaw. You tracked his moments, imagining what Joel must have looked like when he saw Bennett that night. An unwelcomed pang of guilt swarmed inside your chest, not for Bennett, but for Joel. You still hated him, but you couldn’t image the pain he had felt knowing he was losing you. The guilt subsided as you reminded yourself he had a choice to step in, but he allowed it all to happen anyway. He was an accomplice to your parent’s plans. He didn’t fight for you, and that realization stung.

“You alright?” he asked, tilting his head to study you.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you faltered. “Just—just keep going.”

“Okay,” he cautioned. “I agreed to go along with your parent's plan. I knew it was fucked up, and I knew it would bite everyone in the ass one day, but I did it because I loved you. I wanted a do-over with you, and it felt like the perfect opportunity.”

You nodded slowly, letting his words sink in. If this conversation had happened weeks ago, you would have reacted differently, but there was no anger left to exhaust. You couldn’t be angry at Bennett, at least not for this. You were still allowed to resent him for what he did during the engagement and for leaving you at the altar, but this? This wasn’t something he did; he went along with everything because he loved you…supposedly. That was still arguable.

“So, you got your perfect opportunity and decided to fuck it up.”

Bennett inhaled sharply, drawing his lips into a thin line. There he was, the asshole you remembered. He didn’t like when you called him on his shit, and that’s exactly what you were doing.

“I tried to make it work,” he argued. “I mean, I tried the best I could. I didn’t want to lose you again. So, yeah, I might’ve tried to prevent the chances of you getting your memories back, but it was because I loved you. Then I just got sick of trying. I got sick of you always asking questions and me having to lie. It was exhausting. And then you started saying Joel’s name in your sleep, and I just—.”

“Wait,” you interjected, holding up your hand. “I—I said his name in my sleep?”

Bennett laughed, running a hand over his face. There was a shift in his demeanor, a mixture of anger and sadness.

“Why do you think I slept on the couch most nights? I couldn’t fucking stand it,” he grumbled.

“Bennett, I didn’t fucking know I was doing that!” You shouted. A few people turned their heads at the rise in your voice, but you didn’t care. The anger was awakening inside you again, pounding to get out of the cage you had locked it in.

“Yeah, I know,” Bennett said, rolling his eyes. “I still hated it. I hated knowing that even when you slept, you still loved him. I was never going to be the person to make you happy.”

Tears stung your waterline, and you swiped them away before they could fall.

“That’s why you left.” It wasn’t a question. It was a realization.

“I called Joel the night before the wedding,” he confessed, cringing at the admission. “I told him how I felt, and he told me to leave. Well, he didn’t tell me… It was more like he threatened me. He told me that if I didn’t, he’d find me. We both agreed to stay out of your life, and I think you can piece together the rest.”

You sat before him, speechless. You knew it all along; you were the reason Bennett was unhappy. Instinctively, you always knew it. But hearing it aloud? That was a pain you weren’t ready for. Everything was your fault, from beginning to end. Bennett couldn’t love you, Joel couldn’t fight for you.

Why were you so unloveable?

None of this was your fault, yet everything pointed directly back at you.

You had nothing left to say to Bennett, so you shoved away from the table and fumbled for your purse. He said your name cautiously, grabbing your wrist before you could turn away. You tried to free yourself from his hold, but he squeezed tighter.

“Stop!” You snapped.

“I’m sorry, okay?” Bennett pleaded. “I really am, whether you believe it or not. I fucked up a lot, and I regret the way I left. It wasn’t fair to you.”

“This apology would have meant a lot more two years ago, Bennett,” you cried, still trying to free yourself.

“I know it would have, but I’m doing it now. Alright? I’m sorry for everything I put you through, and I know none of this has been easy for you—.”

“You don’t know shit,” you seethed.

You finally wrangled yourself out of his grip, rubbing your wrist to alleviate the pain from his touch. Bennett stared at you, agonized. You had walked in here hoping for an apology and got it. But it wasn’t enough. What was the point in all of this if nothing healed the pain inside you?

You stumbled out of the cafe with blurry eyes, the cage bars inside you breaking piece by piece. It was only minutes before the anger fully consumed you, and you needed to leave before you let it wreak havoc on everything around you. You needed silence. You needed solitude. You needed a hole to crawl into.

Before you could open your car door, Bennett called out your name and tore you away from the swirling thoughts inside your mind. You tried to ignore him, but he was relentless. Whipping around to face him, you came face first with his chest as he pulled you into an embrace.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, tightening his arms around your ridged body. “Hate me all you want, but don’t hate Joel. I can have my own grievances with him, but he loves you more than I ever could.”

You slumped into his chest, letting the anger overwhelm you to the point of complete defeat. Crying in Bennett’s arms was the last place you ever expected to be in, but here you were, sobbing into your ex-fiance’s chest. He held you through each wave of emotions, remaining solid and silent.

“Hey,” Bennett whispered, pulling away. “Obviously, I don’t know shit about what’s going on with you, but it’s going to be okay. It’ll take time, but you’re going to be alright. I hope you get those memories back one day. I really do. You deserve to remember the things you lost, and I’m sorry for ever getting in the way of that.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled, wiping away the tears streaming down your face.

Bennett gave you a soft smile and said his goodbyes. You watched him as he retreated to his car, waiting for him to drive away. As you turned toward your car again, you glanced up at the hardware store across the street, meeting the eyes of someone familiar. Someone you didn’t expect to see.

Joel’s brother, Tommy.

The resentful glare in his eye was deadly, and you couldn’t hide from it. He saw you with Bennett. He would tell Joel, even without knowing what had just transpired. For a brief moment, you wanted to rush over and explain everything to him, but you stopped yourself. It didn’t matter what he told Joel—at least, that’s what you told yourself. You could only shy away from Tommy’s scrutinizing stare and duck into your car.

You had been gone too long from your numbness, and you missed it. It was time to bury yourself in your sadness once again and continue trying to unlove Joel Miller.

Joel dumped his tools on the dining table with an exasperated sigh. He immediately reached for the fridge, grabbing a beer and popping it open in one fluid motion. As he leaned against the counter with the bottle at his lips, Joel heard the garage door slam shut. Peering around the corner, he tracked Tommy’s movements as he walked into the kitchen.

“What crawled up your ass?” Joel grumbled.

Tommy shrugged off his button-up and tossed it over a dining chair. He ran a hand through his greasy black curls before glancing at Joel. Joel shifted uncomfortably, trying to make sense of Tommy’s demeanor.

“Seriously, Tommy,” Joel huffed. “Spit it the fuck out.”

“I saw her downtown,” Tommy finally said. “She was with that ex-fiance. The one you almost killed.”

Joel swore he felt his heart stop beating. Tommy must have seen wrong; it wasn’t you. It couldn’t have been you. You wouldn’t seek out Bennett, not after everything. You weren’t even seeking Joel out, even after two weeks of earth-shattering silence.

“Are y’sure it was her?” Joel asked through clenched teeth.

Tommy nodded, his eyes drawn to the floor.

“Yeah, it was her. Not sure what was goin’ on between them, but I saw them huggin’ and all that outside of a lil’ cafe,” Tommy explained.

“Probably doesn’t mean nothin’,” Joel shrugged, trying to let denial take over.

If he could deny it, then none of this was real. You weren’t with Bennett again—that wouldn’t happen. You wouldn’t do that. Bennett wouldn’t do that. Maybe Joel should have killed him. It would have torn you apart, but at least Joel could sleep at night knowing Bennett would never be in your life again.

“Joel,” Tommy said, pulling him from his vengeful thoughts.

“It doesn’t matter!” Joel yelled, slamming his beer bottle onto the counter.

The glass rattled between his fingers, and a slow trickle of liquid began seeping out of the crack he created. Joel glanced down at it, unbothered.

“She’s not comin’ back, man,” Tommy sighed. “Y’gotta start movin’ on.”

“Go fuck yourself, Tommy,” Joel snapped.

He shoved off the counter and began to retreat down the hall, but not quick enough for Tommy. Tommy sidestepped in front of him, arms folded and a scowl twisting his lips. Joel knew Tommy hated everything about this situation, but he wasn’t the one experiencing the pain. He was just a bystander in all of this; he didn’t lay awake every night tossing over your words inside his head.

I will never forgive you for this.

Joel wasn’t losing you. He already lost you.

“Listen, Joel. I know this is hard on you, but y’gotta face the truth. She’s gone, man. I know you tried your best to get her back, but it’s just not gonna happen. She deserves to make her own decisions for her life.”

“I know,” Joel sighed. “Doesn’t mean I don’t love her, still.”

Tommy’s brown eyes softened as he looked at Joel, his head dipping in agreement.

“No one said y’had to stop lovin’ her,” Tommy offered.

“I don’t think I ever will,” Joel said.

Joel didn’t sleep much that night. Tossing between the sheets, Joel couldn’t steer away the thoughts of you in another man's arms—let alone Bennett’s. When Joel had seen you at parent-teacher conferences, he wanted to fall to his knees and beg for your forgiveness. He knew you had taken the news rough, but seeing you so physically distraught was another type of pain he hadn’t been prepared for. You were a hollow shell of the woman he loved; your voice held so much bitterness when you spoke to him. Your eyes didn’t look at him with love…it was his own personal Hell. Parting ways with you like that nearly killed him, but not knowing what was going on in your life killed him more. Joel had spent two years in limbo after your accident, always wondering what life would be like if he had you back. And then he had it. He had three beautiful months with you, albeit they were spent wearing rose-colored glasses, but he had you again.

In the blink of an eye, in one messy series of events, he lost you.

He lost you, and he knew you’d never come back.

~Six months later~

You thought time would heal the wounds left inside your chest, but you were wrong. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and nothing felt better. You stopped talking to your family altogether, and the phone calls stopped coming after some time. Beth never tried to reconcile with you, nor did you try to fight for answers. Having your heart broken by Joel and Bennett was one thing, but having it broken by your sister was a different kind of pain. It was visceral. It was a betrayal so brutal you still had yet to recover. Thinking of the things she had said to you in Boston only left you with debilitating headaches; her words festered deeper than anyone else’s.

The truth is that you are a fucking idiot. And on top of that, you’re a coward.

You weren’t the coward; Beth was. She chose to hold onto those secrets for the last few years and weaponize them against you. You weren’t the idiot; you were the victim. You were the victim in all of this, yet everyone wanted to pin the aftermath on you.

You were a mad woman, haunting an empty house with no one to confide in. You cut off all friendships with other teachers, especially Maria. You became a hands-off teacher, only going as far as in-class readings, quizzes, and occasional tests when necessary. The students adapted to the shift in your mood, and while you lived with the guilt of becoming that teacher, it was the only way you could survive the work days. The less effort you put into things, the less risk you had for disappointment or frustration.

Sarah avoided you at all costs during class. She no longer participated in class discussions—which were far and few—but kept her head low and her grades satisfactory. Sometimes, you’d catch her watching you during class, her hazel eyes swimming with concern. You couldn’t stomach looking at her for more than a few seconds. You weren’t sure if she ever reported back to Joel about you, and honestly, you didn’t care. Well, maybe sometimes you did. It didn’t happen often, but there were fleeting moments of unwelcome flashbacks to your time with Joel months ago. Flashes of his hands on your body, his crooked smile, his deep voice. They wove through your mind at the worst moments, and everything hurt again.

The school year had finally ended, and your days were filled with endless bouts of nothing. You exhausted everything: plucking weeds in your front yard, rearranging your kitchen cabinets (for the seventh time), building a new bookshelf…You found anything you could to keep yourself busy and the wandering thoughts at bay.

The Texas heat was becoming unbearable, so you opted to spend the weekend indoors, siphoning through your closet. Heaps of clothes cluttered the ground around you as you tore apart each shelf, miscellaneous keepsakes piled in the corner. It wasn’t until you were elbow-deep in the crevices of your closet that you found the book.

Romeo and Juliet.

The flimsy spine and dog-eared pages taunted you. You sat motionless with your hands hovering over the book, torn between flipping through the pages and setting it on fire. Minutes passed, though they felt like hours, and you remained paralyzed, stuck in limbo between the past and present. You’d tell yourself it was a moment of weakness, but you grabbed the book and let your hands move through the pages.

“Under love’s heavy burden do I sink.

And, to sink in it, should you burden love;

Too great oppression for a tender thing.

Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,

Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

If love be rough with you, be rough

with love;

Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.”

The words hit you harder than you expect. Staring at the margins of the pages, scribbled with your words and thoughts, you blinked back tears. You thought you were strong enough for this. Tossing the book halfway across the bathroom, you succumbed to the tears that pooled in your eyes. Laying on the messy floor, you wrapped your arms around your shins and stared at the book as it taunted you from across the room. Your eyes caught onto something peeking out of the pages, and you slowly tilted your head.

That wasn’t…

No.

You couldn’t pull yourself to your feet, so you decided to crawl to where the book lay. As you got closer, you started to make out the grainy features of Joel plastered onto a Polaroid. With shaking fingers, you lifted it into the light, your eyes growing wide. Basked in the hue of sunset sat Joel, his broad torso dressed in a white shirt, with the biggest smile plastered on his face captured in a moment of laughter. Something sparked inside your chest as you stared at it longer, your eyes memorizing every softened feature of Joel’s face. He still had that patchy beard you were so familiar with, the sparse spots along his jaw no different than they were now. Creases around his closed eyes proved that his laughter in the photo had been genuine.

You missed his smile.

Shaking away those tender thoughts, you tried to pull yourself to your feet, only to have your ankle caught in a strap of a dress, sending you crashing to the floor. Your arms tried to brace for impact, but you didn’t catch yourself in time. Your body smacked against the corner of your shower door, your head taking most of the impact.

And everything went dark.

“Sarah, you’re a mess!” You laughed.

Her curls were caked with mud, and half her clothes were soaked. You, Joel, and Sarah had decided to drive into the small town outside the campground for dinner, and of course, you got caught in the rain. As you all made a beeline for the diner, Sarah tripped into a huge puddle between cars, splattering rainwater and mud all over herself. Joel couldn’t contain his laughter, and neither could you.

Joel took a seat on the beach outside the diner, trying to catch his breath from laughing, but every time he glanced up at Sarah’s messy face, he lost it all over again. You scrambled through your backpack to find your Polaroid camera, snapping a quick picture.

“Hey!” Joel laughed, grabbing you by the waist and dragging you down to the bench.

“What?” You asked innocently. “It was the perfect opportunity! Plus, you look extra handsome right now.”

“Handsome, huh?” He smirked, peeking you on the cheek.

You shook the Polaroid as it developed, presenting him with the proof. He was handsome. So fucking handsome. Joel reached for the camera in your hands, turning it quickly on you. You stuck out your tongue, trying to hold back another fit of laughter.

“Perfect,” he grinned before turning toward Sarah.

“Alright, kiddo. Smile!”

“Dad, stop!” Sarah wined.

But Joel was too fast, the camera shutter going off right in time to capture Sarah’s big pout.

Each of you had a Polaroid now, picture proof of a happy family.

Pinpricks of pain stabbed into each side of your head as you finally roused from your sleep. You squinted through the harsh light of the bathroom, letting your eyes readjust to your surroundings. Everything was foggy, but you remembered.

Oh God, you remembered everything.

The nausea was quick to hit you, and you scrambled to the toilet. You weren’t sure if the fall was to blame for the sudden disruption to your body or the memories slamming back into place, but you were helplessly stuck with your head over the toilet. Flash after flash, like the shutter of your camera, everything fell back into place.

“Oof! I’m so sorry!” You said, rubbing your nose.

You had turned the corner too quickly and smashed right into the solid chest of a student’s father.

“S’all my fault, miss.”

The voice alone sent shivers up your spine, but they multiplied as you gazed up into a pair of deep brown eyes. You lost all the words in your vocabulary as you took in the sight of the most handsome man you’d ever seen. He was too rugged and masculine to call ‘cute’; handsome fit him so much better. With dark scruff covering his jaw and creases around his eyes, whoever this man was…he was stunning. You were captivated.

“I really should have looked before I turned the corner,” you rambled.

“Don’t go apologizin’,” he said, offering you a kind smile. “I coulda got outta the way.”

“Do you make a habit of taking up an obscene amount of space?” You joked.

“Depends on the hall,” he countered, extending his hand. “Joel Miller.”

You told him your name, then shook your head.

“I should probably keep it professional. You can call me Miss Smith.”

“Nah, don’t need all the formalities here. Your name is just fine.”

“Is your daughter enrolled here?” You asked. It was hard to maintain the color creeping into your cheeks.

“That she is,” he said proudly. “Goin’ into third grade this year. She’s a real good kid.”

“I bet she is. I’m only student teaching while I finish my Master’s program, but I’ll be taking on a position with middle school students next year. Maybe she’ll be my student one day.”

“I reckon she’d be pretty lucky,” he offered.

“Yeah?” Now, you were definitely blushing.

“Yeah,” Joel smiled. “Somethin’ ‘bout you makes me think you’ll be one of the best teachers in the school.”

“That’s a bold statement, given the fact you hardly just met me.”

“I wouldn’t hate it if I got to know you more.”

Your eyes shifted down the hallway, watching for any teachers that might be coming. You weren’t sure what the policy was for flirting with a student’s parent, but it was hard to stop when he was so enticing.

“I don’t think I’d hate it, either.”

Another wave of nausea hit you, and you groaned. The room was spinning, your body ached from falling, and countless memories continued to pile up inside your mind.

You were overwhelmed.

Those two years of nothing became everything in the span of minutes.

Dragon Tales was playing softly in the background as you curled your body around Joel’s. His hand was tracing circles around your shoulder as you both “watched” the TV. Something electric pulsed between your bodies, an unavoidable shift that had continued to unfurl over the last several months. You didn’t know how to verbalize your emotions—at least, not without knowing if he felt the same.

“Joel,” you whispered.

His eyes were already on you when you finally glanced up. It was written all over his face. It was the proof you needed; he felt the same.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I really like you,” you confessed. “Okay, well, maybe I really, really like you.”

“Maybe I really, really like you, too.”

You peeled yourself from his warm body, turning to face him completely.

“I’m gonna say something,” you warned. “Please don’t freak out. It’s okay if you don't—.”

Joel’s lips were pressed against yours before you could finish the sentence. You melted into his touch, your hands coming up to tangle in the messy curls at the nape of his neck. He held you firm to his mouth, his tongue dragging over your bottom lip.

“I love you, baby,” he mumbled. “So much.”

You reeled him in for another frenzied kiss, all your efforts to contain your smile going down the drain. Oh, God. He loved you.

“I love you, Joel.”

You sagged onto the bathroom floor. The throbbing in your head was growing stronger and stronger with each memory. You wanted to tear your brain from your skull and flush it down the toilet, but that wouldn’t help anything. This was what you wanted, wasn’t it? All your memories were coming back, and yet, you desperately wished they would fade away again.

You loved Joel.

It was a fact you already knew, but remembering the exact moment you admitted…. You were going to be sick all over again.

“Y’look so pretty in my t-shirt, baby,” Joel hummed.

He lay up against the headboard of the bed while you paced the room. You gripped the binding of your copy of Romeo and Juliet, your mind racing a thousand miles a minute. It was hard to focus when his bare chest was on display, the spattering of dark chest hair swirling down his torso and disappearing under the waistband of his boxers.

Focus.

“Don’t distract me!” You pleaded. “Okay, you know how I was talking about how Romeo is just head over heels for Juliet? Get this: they kiss right away in the first act! He’s so bold with how he speaks to her, and then he just kisses her. And Juliet’s response is basically telling Romeo that all of his sin is on her lips now.”

“And what happens next, baby?” Joel asked, quirking a smile.

“Romeo says, ‘Give me my sin again’, and then they kiss… again!”

“Ain’t he just a romantic,” Joel chuckled. “Now, can y’get your sinful ass in bed?”

“What? This one?” You teased, flipping up the hem of his shirt.

Joel’s eyes dropped to your backside as you exposed your naked body, and he nearly went flying across the foot of the bed to grab you. You shrieked with laughter as he tugged you onto the comforter, flipping you onto your back.

“C’mere, baby,” he growled.

His lips trailed down your neck, sucking marks into the skin just below your collarbone. You let out a small whimper and helped guide the t-shirt off your body. Somewhere along the way, your book had dropped to the ground, but you didn’t care. You’d much rather give into the sin of Joel’s lips on your body.

It felt like an eternity had passed when your stomach finally settled. You managed to drag yourself from the floor, staggering your way into the bedroom. The migraine behind your eyes had still yet to subside, so you threw yourself into bed and buried your body under the comforter and pillows. You had everything back—everything you wanted—but why wasn’t it enough?

The images of Joel swam through the pressurized ache inside your mind; his smile refracted in the blinding light of a constant camera shutter. Snapshots of the past dissolved from the darkness, fragmented puzzle pieces slowly molding into place.

Another flash, another memory.

A frustrated scream erupted from your mouth, muffled into the pillows surrounding you. Every thought started and ended with Joel. Joel. Joel. Joel. Was this how it felt to go crazy?

It was clear that sleep was evading you; it ran from the thought of Joel quicker than you could. Pulling yourself from the bed, you emerged into the bathroom once again and began rifling through the piles of clothes.

What the hell were you supposed to wear to see someone who was no longer a stranger?

#joel miller x reader #joel x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel x f!reader #joel x teacher!f!reader #joel miller #tlou #pre outbreak!joel #joel miller pre outbreak #joel miller fic #tlou fic #angst angst angst

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gemttiem-ebianlavae-tiaviniat · 3 days

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7x09 ficlet

Just wrote something down after seeing the stills for the upcoming episode. It kind of sucks, but I hope y'all see the vision I have.

Sort of spoilers so you will find the whole fic under the thingy.

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‘’Hey’’ Tommy spoke softly as he walked up to Buck.

‘’Hey’’ Buck replied with a soft smile on his face.

‘’So I was thinking we are both off tomorrow, maybe we could hang out or something.’’

‘’Yeah, I’d love that.’’ Buck replied looking a bit conflicted.

Noticing Buck’s demeanor, Tommy raised an eyebrow. ‘’But?’’

Buck sighed. Twiddling with his hands. ‘’I sort of already told Eddie I would watch Chris.’’

‘’Again?’’ Tommy asked, with no heat behind his words.

‘’Yeah, sorry.’’ Buck scratched the back of his neck. Giving Tommy and apologetic look.

Tommy placed his hands on Buck’s shoulders, rubbing up at down. ‘’No, you don’t need to apologize, I get it.’’

Buck gave him a grateful look.

‘’Things between him and Marisol are going great then, I guess?’’

Not even two weeks earlier Eddie was considering breaking things off with Marisol after finding out she was a nun. Buck had told Tommy all about it.

‘’I guess.’’ Buck replied shrugging his shoulders. ‘’He was being very secretive about it though. ‘’ He added looking a little confused. ‘’Eddie asked me when we were away from Chris and Marisol and asked if I wouldn’t mention it to them yet.’’

‘’Hmm.’’ Tommy nodded. ‘’Should we be worried?’’

‘’No.’’ Buck, replied quickly. ‘’I mean, I know Eddie. He’s a good guy, probably has some fancy date planned.’’

‘’Must be nice.’’

Buck knows Tommy didn’t mean anything by it, but he still felt bad about having to decline Tommy’s offer. Buck bit his lip. ‘’I mean, you can join us tomorrow?’’

‘’You think that’s a good idea?’’ Tommy raised his eyebrows, adding softly. ‘’ I wouldn’t wanna impose.’’

‘’Yeah ofc. Chris likes you, he’d love to have you around’’

‘’Yeah?’’ Tommy smiled softly. ‘’Alright then.’’

‘’It’s a date. Sort off.’’ Buck grinned. ‘’Though we’d probably need to keep the PDA low.

‘’We?’’ Tommy asked amused.

‘’Yeah.’’

‘’I’m sorry who was the one with almost his hands down my pants just now?’’

‘’Shhh.’’ Buck looked around nervously, his cheeks turning red.

Tommy grinned at Buck’s reaction.

A few minutes earlier Buck was basically draped over Tommy. Holding his hand, and kissing his palm. Hugging him from behind, giving a sloppy cheek kiss. Buck couldn’t help himself. Tommy looked fucking amazing in his suit. No one could blame him for being a little hands on. And if it annoyed a certain someone from Tommy’s past that made Tommy act like he was back in middle school, being bullied by a bigger kid. Then how could he not?

Tommy nudged Buck, murmering closely to his ear.

‘’Not that I’d complain of course.’’

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When Eddie dropped Chris of at Buck’s. Tommy was already there. He was a bit nervous. Did Chris even want him there? When Chris walked through the door he had excitedly yelled Buck’s name. When he saw Tommy he looked a bit confused.

Tommy was in the kitchen making a snack as Chris watched Buck set up their game. ‘’When dad said you wanted to hang out I wasn’t expecting tommy to be here.’’ Chris said just above a whisper to Buck.

Buck was confused. Eddie had told Chris that he wanted to spend time with him, and not that he had another date with Marisol. What was going on? Noticing Buck’s demeanor Chris added. ‘’It’s okay though, I like Tommy.’’

Hearing those words made Buck snap out of his thoughts. His heart skipped a beat, a wide smile appeared on his face.

‘’Yeah? I do too.’’

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After what felt like hours of gaming, Tommy had suggested to go somewhere outside. The weather was nice and it would be a shame to spent it all day inside. Buck and Chris agreed. So they ended up at the park. Tommy had just bought the three of them Ice creams.

‘’So you and tommy are dating? Is he your boyfriend then?’’ Chris asked taking a lick from his ice cream.

Buck didn’t know what to answer. Him and Tommy never talked about what they were before. They had been on a total of three dates, one which was a failure, the coffee date was nice and their last date was the wedding, sort of. Scheduling didn’t work in their favor unfortunately.

Noticing Buck wasn’t sure how to respond, Tommy answered for him. ‘’You’re putting me in a difficult spot here kid.’’ Tommy said with a serious look. ‘’I haven’t had the chance to ask him to be my boyfriend yet.’’ He added smiling, winking at Buck.

Buck blushed at his words. He was going to say something when he caught something in the corner of his eye.

Eddie was at the park. He was in a boat on the lake. A very romantic date, if it would have been Eddie and Marisol, but with him wasn’t Marisol. It was another woman. And they were laughing and smiling and she just pulled Eddie in for a kiss.

Eddie was cheating on Marisol? Eddie the nester Diaz? Buck couldn’t believe his eyes. Tommy Followed Buck’s gaze for a split second, realized what he was looking at and shared a look, before Chris could follow what was going on, Buck stood up pulling the attention to him.

‘’How about we go to the Zoo? We haven’t been in a while and I am sure Tommy would want to visit?’’ Buck gave a look at Tommy, silently begging him to help him out.

‘’Yeah, I’d like to go to the zoo.’’ Tommy said, standing up next to Buck, making sure Chris wouldn’t look the other way.

Chris looked confused, but didn’t protest.

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‘’We should talk to him right?’’ Buck asked Tommy that night. Eddie had picked up Chris a few minutes earlier. Buck had asked him how his date with Marisol went and Eddie had replied that it was good. That he owed Buck for watching Chris. Buck couldn’t look Eddie in the eyes.

‘’I don’t know..’’ Tommy said unsure as he was leaning against Buck’s kitchen counter. ‘’Whatever is going on, Eddie probably didn’t want to involve you.’’ He added, folding his arms over each other as he shrugged.

‘’He’s my best friend. I just didn’t think he’d ever lie to me, we tell each other everything.’’ Buck said, pacing around in the room.

‘’Everything?’’ Tommy raised an eyebrow.

‘’Well yeah, he has my back and I have his and all that. I just don’t understand why he would keep this from me.’’ Buck sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. What was going on with Eddie?

‘’Hey, come here.’’ Tommy said as he watched Buck. He pulled him into a hug. ‘’Why don’t you talk to him about it tomorrow?’’ Tommy kissed the birthmark on Buck’s face. Buck sighed holding onto him. Tommy, as short as he had been in Buck’s life, always had a way to make Buck feel better.

‘’Yeah, I will.’’

#9 1 1 spoilers #sort of #9 1 1 abc #bucktommy #evan buckley #tommy kinard #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #9 1 1 fanfiction #9 1 1 7x09 #my fic

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kaihuntrr · 5 hours

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The Sea Prince; Mermay 2024 (+ updates!)

shhhh what do you mean may is almost over-? i made a fun piece and everything!! well. pieces. the first one is a piece i just finished today, and the second is a piece of pearl in her prince form ;> happy mermay!

(i'll be talkin about stuff under the cut, if you just wanna see the art that's a-okay with me! happy to be drawing them again <3)

so. uh. mermay pieces <33 i really wanted to draw some majorwood art since ive been on an art high lately (writing for a good chunk of the year so far makes illustrating/designing SO much more fun) and i think it's coming to an end soon, so might as well end it with the darlings <3

also im?? surprised??? i didnt share pearl's art????? uh. oopsies! its tooootally not a spoiler. ;)

anyway! its been a good while since ive made an update post, and i want to keep y'all up to date with how things are going!

important thing to announce; act one has been completed!

me and @mewhoismyself have worked very hard to write and edit the work respectively, and its over 100k+ words! hope y'all enjoy what we have planned, im very proud of act one (in particular those final few chapters, i love rereading them) <33

as for act two, im taking a break to do other things (college mainly, but also commission work and personal hobbies) but im probably getting back to writing soon! currently, act two is on chapter three, as ive decided to rewrite chapters 2-7 in the original doc, so theres a LOT of cut content. all for a good story! i dont really mind it :0c

finally, im opening up betas again!

theres been a LOT of inactivity from most of them and i have a bit of a schedule to keep, so im hoping that a new wave of betas could help with providing feedback and whatnot. i need clear communication! betas help greatly in letting me know how they feel with the current flow, their thoughts, and anything i need to address before publishing the chapter. id hope to get some new folk on board before my friend and i start developing act two more! <3

just send a message in the comments or shoot a dm! im more than happy to reply :D!

that should be it, so i hope you have a good day! i had a LOT of fun working on the pieces above, and im gonna have fun working on act two, you'll just have to wait and see! <33

#the sea prince au #limited life smp #limited life #life series #life smp #trafficblr #majorwood #mean gills #coral kids #scottyn #martyn inthelittlewood #martyn itlw #inthelittlewood #scott smajor #smajor1995 #dangthatsalongname #pearlescentmoon #mermay #mermay 2024

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ninja-knox-ur-sox-off · 15 days

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oh yeah almost forgot. just a little something from yesterday while i was processing the news and trying to cope [spoilers?? ig for the lmk s5 trailer?? i don't know if the trailer counts as spoilers tho honestly its a trailer but we gonna tag as such to be safe] (all my posts about the trailer and the upcoming season will be tagged as lmk s5 spoilers)

#knox rambles #Monkie Kid #LEGO Monkie kid #angst #angst??#yeah i dunno #i hope y'all realize that if the thing is back that is my brand of angst i'm gonna be going hogwild most likely i hope you're all prepared #for what i'm gonna become this season cause i've been told twice i'm entering my villain arc again G;LKSMDFWE #lmk s5 spoilers #i don't know how to tag this post helpgkmlmfsd #Monkey King | Sun Wukong Monkie Kid

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house-of-mirrors · 4 months

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Ok I was trying not to complain yet and I was expecting accessibility concerns to be fumbled in the city in silver update but sigh

The options being like... "do hard labor or you're a fake supporter of the union." Not great. Isn't the whole point of the city that no one has a job they aren't suited for? I and my character share the same disability and cannot physically do labor. And a city still needs desk jobs like bankers, engineers, lawyers, and teachers to run! White collar work is just as important, isn't inherently paid more or less abusive than blue collar work, and the schism between white collar and blue collar exists to keep us further divided—ok I'll get off the soapbox now

Also just Urgh the game continuing to assume the player is inherently selfish and motivated by their pocketbook. Maybe my character just want to hang out with friends and help

The most bothersome to me was the "home sweet home" card where you have to choose between "get a nice house and offend the revolutionaries" and "get a more modest house and save the better houses for people that might struggle more with the stairs" but hello it's me I struggle with the stairs :/

I guess I shouldn't be so stuck on it. It's just a game it's fine! It's not like there's a real world issue of "do I really deserve this accommodation" or "am I just whining for not wanting to do physical work" that I already struggle with :')

Anyway time to lay down because I have a compressed nerve in my spine. In my house that is both modest and does not have stairs

#fl crit #I tried I really tried y'all not to go off XD #the hour of complaining #city in silver #city in silver spoilers #fl spoilers #railway spoilers #ableism #you know what yeah this is going in the main tag #fallen london

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ellsey · 1 year

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sxf fandom I love you all but y'all be wilding if you expect an emotionally repressed man with daddy issues and a stress ulcer to be all in his feels because he just helped his daughter get saved like pls just let this man make her hamburger steaks in peace

#spy x family #sxf manga spoilers #loid forger #look #he loves his family #everyone knows this #but y'all expect too much from a man who will 100% try to never cry again in his life #and like yeah #maybe he will eventually #but also he's just going to keep buying them food #it's what he do #love doesn't have to be loud

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bikananjarrus · 4 days

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i finally started reading the high republic books! i finished light of the jedi last night, so here are a few of my (non-spoilery) thoughts:

jedi doing cool shit with the force is my favorite thing and there is SO much good jedi doing cool shit with the force content

also the way the force was described was just, really beautiful. it's been a while since any visual star wars medium has really made me feel in awe of the force, but this did the job so well.

the little worldbuilding aspects were really cool. (hypserspace travel still being developed, bacta isn't mass-produced yet, etc.) this book was just a really nice reminder about how cool and strange and fun the star wars galaxy can be (when actual effort is put into making it that way)

on that note, god it felt good to have good star wars content. like this was SO. GOOD. (and i'm so so excited to move onto the next books, but i kind of didn't want this one to end bc charles soule is such a beautiful writer. and he made every pov interesting and engaging; i was never bored)

i think maybe my favorite pov to read from was bell's. he made me laugh, and soule wrote him in such a way that was youthful but not childish, and it was just such a joy reading his pov. i felt so connected to him immediately, and was so proud of him by the end of the book! can't wait to see where his story goes. (also i love his and loden's relationship and i have SO many feelings about the end of the book like..... iykyk.)

avar and elzar. avar and elzar. AVAR AND ELZAR. they've got me down so. bad. help.....i love both of them individually, and their dynamic together is everything to me actually. (i have so many more thoughts on them, but i’ll come back to them later)

another bullet point to again say how much i LOVE jedi doing cool shit with the force, and relating it to elzar and a) how he describes the force as an endless sea.... yeah. i'm in love w that description; and b) him wanting to push boundaries, explore all that the force is capable, is just really really cool.

the epilogue. I have not stopped thinking about it. like i got yearning and terrifying force visions all in one chapter?? charles soule did that for ME <3

i'm reading the main books for phase one in order, so next up is test of courage, then into the dark. (even though i reallyyyy want to just go right to the rising storm lol)

#also i don't know any major spoilers so please don't send me any thank youuuu <33 #like the only thing is that like.. [glances nervously at the starlight beacon]. but even then i don't actually KNOW what happens there #but i'm literally so excited to keep reading. like it's been a LONG time since i've just wanted to DEVOUR a book series like this #i think part of that is how starved i've been for good starwars content lol #but this is getting me more excited for the acolyte! i mean i'm still going into that a little wary bc the recent sw shows have #left a lot to be desired imo #but i'm at least excited to see more of this era #also if y'all see me webweaving later for avar and elzar - don't mind me lol #i can't stop thinking about them #like it's actually embarrassing how quickly they got me #light of the jedi #the high republic #mik reads the high republic #star wars

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twogeeseinatrenchcoat · 3 months

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DDVAU

Update: I am now a ddvau fan. I just read through the comics and I absolutely love them, time to add another fandom (or sub-fandom?) to the list. I actually read this just to understand the whole Mother Spore thing, because I was seeing a lot of them (what are the pronouns??) on Tumblr and just got very very confused as to how Grian went from vigilante to... Whatever Mother Spore is. So anyways, read the comic, this is amazing. And I don't even ship Hermits. This is good even from someone who doesn't ship Grian and Scar. (Mainly because this is an au and I can separate the two realities but shush)

I do have a question regarding Cuteguy's design. Is the Watcher symbol above his head just a decoration or is this where he got his powers from? Is it just an homage to Watcher Grian or is it a hint at Watcher Grian sort of existing?

#ddvau #ddvau grian #ddvau spoilers #sorta #ddvau mother spore #i like this #watcher grian #maybe #Anyways just an update to tell y'all that I understand Mother Spore now #Yes I know I deleted the post where I basically went “hey what's going on here”#But still an update because I say so

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silverraes · 5 months

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thinking about this scene from the trailer nonstop btw

like that's Tharn's worst fears happening right there, that's literally why he won't just admit he has feelings for Phaya and I absolutely will not be normal about this once we get to it. I just know it's going to hurt so good (and also we get Tharn cradling Phaya in his arms. good shit.)

also this better be what leads us to this other scene from the OST's MV

bc we all know damn well Phaya would wake up in the hospital after nearly drowning (again) and only be worried about Tharn

#yes i've been rewatching the trailer again and what about it #but if i have to have this scene in my head 24/7 then i'm making it y'alls problem too #good to know that phaya nearly drowning is going to stay a theme tho lmao #the sign #the sign the series #straw's stray thoughts #the sign spoilers #possibly? i mean it's in the trailer but i'll tag it just in case

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ninja-knox-ur-sox-off · 11 months

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ONOT THE NEXT ONE “BETTER THAN WE FOUND” IT LAST PART I’M NOT READY BUT I SO AM

Ngl tho better than we found it is kinda a nice last title it has an air of lightness to it

it better hecking be reflected in this episode if it ends on a cliffhanger or angsty note i’ma lose it

okay here we go

(s4 special pt 4 spoilers ahead)

STARTING IT UP HECK BREAKS I’M JUST SITTING HERE

OOP

MK COMPASSION COMING THORUGH AGAIN

WELP THAT’S EVERYTING

SHIFU JUST WATCHING IT

OH ITS THE LITTLE GIRL

HI LITTLE GIRL

OH CHANG’E HI LOVE

HAHA PENG TRYING TO DIP

MEI

MEI’S NOT GONNA LET THEM

SHE WANTED TO FIGHT

AHA

AHAHAHAHAHA

TURNING WORDS BACK ON THEM NICE ONE THAT’S FUNNY

HAHA

MEI AND MACAQUE TEAMING UP IS SO GOOD

HELPGN;LDKMDS

JUST CHOMPS HIM UP

YELLOW TUSSKK COME ON BUDDY

SANDY

ABSOLUTE BELOVED

THAT’S NOT REALLY HOW WE ROLL HERE

AWWWW

YESSSSSS

LETSGOOOOOO

THEY FUN

I LOVE THEM

B TEAM MOVE OUT

MK JUST

QUIET

I LOVE HIM

HE’S SO GOOD

HE’S SO KIND

AFTR BEATING THE GRAP OU TO FHIM BUT Y’KNOW

OOP

THEM LOOKING AT WUKONG AS HE GOES PAST HECK

JUST STOP

HECK DUDE

I PUT YOU IN THE UNDERWORLD MYSELF?

HE WAS DEAD?

OH SHOOT

OHHHH

YEAH SOME OTHER THING HAPPENIGN

CACKLES

OKAY

YEAH RIP DUDE JSUT RELAX

IS HE GONNA DIE MAKING IT BETTER?

PROBABLY HUH

YEAH I GET THE FEELING WHOEVRE THIS IS IS AFTER YOU MK

OH YEAH THERE HE GOES

WUKONG STOPPING HIM

HECK DUDE

WHY DO YOU LOOK SURPRISED SHIFU

OH WOW HE’S

HECKING DISINGTERGRATING

YEAH OKAY BYE BUD

I’M

I DON’T REALLY FEEL SUPER BAD FOR YOU BUT

OH HECK UH

WHATS THAT WHO’S TAKING IT

IS THAT THE JADE EMPERORSPOWER YEAH

SO WHO’S GONNA HANG ON TO THAT

OH NEZHA TRYING TO GOT THIS

I DONT’ THINK YOU WILL BUD

UH WHAT ARE THOSE CHAINS

HECK DUDE

oh nice hair tang very fluffy we love that

OOP

TANG U GOT THIS

YES FRIEND GROUP POWER OF FRIENDSHIP MOMETN SURE YES

AND YELLOW TUUUUSK ILY

YEAHYEAH WE KNEW MAC WOULD HELP

ARE THEY GONNA LOCK THE JADE EMPERORS PWOER AWAY?

OH WOW NEZHA NICE

BRO

NICELY DONE

FFM IS NOT DESTROYED TAT’S AWSOME

HAHAHGHDFJKSDAF

UYEAH CHECK ON HIM ITS THE LAD

OH MAN DUDES BEEN THROUGH IT

HELPGN;LDSKFMAE

ILY ILY YOU PIGSY

ILY SM

DADSY REAL

TANG CALM DOWNG;LSKMF

SANDYGDS;FKAMGWEFIMAWF

MAAAAN

THEY SURE ARE FAMBLY MOMENT

GO ASK BUDDAH NEZHA

YOUR’E GONNA GT ATTACKED BY WHOEVER WANTED AZURE OUT IN THE FIRST PLACE

SEASON 5 IS TERRIFYING ME RN

ngl compared to the lbd one so far this felt a little anticlimactic and i porbably just jinxed myself but i dont care. that one also had 3 seasons of build up tho so… yeah hjGKL;SJADF MK THO

DANG

HELPGMSDFK

PUSHING WUKONG AWAY YUP

GOOD MOVE NEZHA

DESERVED

RED SON RED SON RED SON RED SON

OH THEY ARRESTED HIM HUH

AWWWWW

WELP

WHERE ARE YOU TAKING HIM MAN

JADE EMP IS DEAD

WHERE’S THE FUN IN TAHT

ALL THAT

SO LONG AS WE LEAVE THE WORLD IN BETTER SHAPE THEN WE FOUND IT… THEN ITS ALL GOOD RIGHT?

MK’S INJURED GET HIM TO THE HOSPITAL

AND UH

OKAY WHERE’S THE OTHER BOOT DROPPING

I LOVE THEM SM

THEY ALL SO FANCY

HUG

SIDE HUG

HELPGN;DSAFKLMAWE

BEACH DAY

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

I’M WAITIN FOR THE BOOT DROP BUT I’M IGNORING IT NOW I HAVE TO APPRECAITE ALL OF THIS RIGHT NOW

THE SHIRT

THE HAT

THE SUNGLASSES

THE SHORTS

HE’S THE UNCLE THAT JUST GOT BACK FROM PICKIGN UP THE SNACKS

THE MEI MK AND RED SON, THE WAY RED SON’S STANDING, TANG WITH HIS UMBRELLA DBK AND PRINCESS IRON FAN STYLIN PIGSY IS THE DAD AT THE BBQ I’M GONNA CRY

PLEASE TANG’S FIT I’M CRYINGNS;LDKFM;AOWEF

NEXT FRAME MEI WITH THE WATER GUN RED SONGHL;KFAJ;OWIEMFASFD MK DECKED OUT IN SWIMMING GEAR I’M CRYING

PLEASE PRINCES IRON FAN PLAYING VOLLYBALL WITH THEM I’M SCREAMING

MEI LOOKS LIKE A DUDEBRO GAL I KNOW AND I’M LIVING FOR IT RED SON’S FACE PLEASELKMGOASDF I NEED THESE ALL FRAMED

PLS SANDY GETTING BURRIED TANG CARVING HIS MUSCLES OUT OF SAND PIGSY GIVING HIM A DRINK MO DECKED OUT IN SAND GEAR, RED SON’S SUNGLASSES ON A SAND SNOWMAN AND LOOKING ANNOYED ABOUT IT MK’S SMILE I’MGN;LSDKFM

I’M SCREAMING NEXT FRAME IS DBK AND SWK THE DADS FISHING THE BROS FISHING TOGETHER I’MGN;LSDFMAOWFIMSADF

SUNSCREEN

BEST FRIENDS IN THE WORLD

YOU’RE GETTING SO SUNBURNED

SUNSCREEN NEEDS TO ABSORB FIRSTN;LDKMSD

yeah that’s parent energy

i didn’t know sunscreen needed to absorb first-

OKAY MOVING ON G;LSDFNAB;OGAI;WEOFIM

PIGSY IS SUCH A DAD

UYUP THATS HOW WE ROLL

you don’t understand the moment i’m having here with MACAQUE AND HIS PINK SHIRT AND YELLOW PANTS AND PROBABLY LOW HANGING TANK TOP I’ SCREAMIGNDF;LAMEF;OAIWEN;OIAFM

“cute” WOW WHAT AN ANGLE

art for this show is so nice tho m a n

this is gonna make me cry

Wukong with his

overdramatic sarcasm

and Macaque just seeming kinda tired

and

hECK LEAVE IT A LTTEL BETTER THAN YOU FOUND IT

HECKING

PEACH POPSICLE

NOT THE SAME BUT

SO FMAILAR

THAT CAN BE A TOMORROW PORBLEM

MACAQUE DOESNT’ QUITE SMILE BUT

WOW HE SURE DOES PLOP HIMSELF DOWN RIGHT NEXT TO WUKONG

MAN

MK IS SO SUNBURNED

HE IS SO SUNBURNED

RIP MY DUDE

RED SON SOAKED AND THERE’S A FISH IN HIS HAT

I’M SO SAD WE DIDN’T GET TO HEAR HIS VOICE BUT I LOVE THAT THEY UNCLED HIM HAVING FUN WITH THE DUO THEY ARE EVERYHTIGN TO ME

OKAY YES, OTHER SHOE, HIT ME WITH IT

OKAY WHO THESE GUYS

WHO’S THE PARTY

WHATCHA DOIN

KAY IS THAT IT??

REALLY THAT’S ALL YOU GIVE US??

FINEEEEE FINE OKAY

I’M FINE

all in all i actually really enjoyed that special like A LOT

give me like two days and i’ll process what i saw in pt 3 and

ehre and

there

and everywhere

actually i kinda enjoy how vague it is 10/10 the montage of them on the beach hanging is so nice Mk applying sunscreen is so cute he’s so good he’s so fast I love how wukong’s Shifu energy of just like cause mk is monkey like him so its “yeah that’s how we roll” n stuff

Macaque’s style is killing me

Wukong’s is just dad

Macaque’s is just

I don’t even know how to categorize it and i’m okay with that

WELL

JADE EMPERORS DEAD

AZURE’S DEAD

PENG STILL OUT THERE

YELLOW TUSK IS ARRESTED

MK IS MONKEY

MACAQUE IS VIBIN WITH THE CREW

WUKONG IS BETTER AT COMMUNCIATING