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kimmyiewrites · 3 years ago

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Case Closed ~ Chpt 13

Previous Story Case Closed Masterlist AO3

AN: Welp. As I was updating things I realized that I had not completed this series here but I had on the other platforms. So here is me updating this series. I hope you enjoy and I’ll be getting the rest of this out asap. It’ll be posted through my queue.

The next morning, she hand delivered her update to Blades. "I feel like I should really be taking this to Marchant but I also feel like the answer you're about to give me is keeping me from that."

"And what answer is that?" He asked as he looked over the file.

"Do I have enough evidence for us to storm these locations?"

The silence was tense as Bex anxiously awaited his response. Blades meticulously looked over every detail and then let out a sigh. He didn't like the look of things either and he would be more than happy to get a team together but Bex's assumption was correct.

"Sadly, no and then there's not really another way for you to get more unless you go deep undercover but we need you here, rather than trapped like Warren. Get me more information and I'll help you present your case to Marchant."

Bex nodded. "What I thought. Thanks, Blades."

The rest of the day didn't turn out much of anything. She kept looking into the locations but nothing was coming up that she hadn't already found. Not to mention how the special prosecutor along with yet another one of Red's interns had somehow gone missing. She really wanted to butt her nose into that investigation but Marchant had shot her down, telling her that she already had one too many hands in the pot. So she stayed on course.

She had just pulled out a full tray of cookies from the oven when there was a knock on her door. Baking helped her think and she was frustrated about everything so she hoped it would help her see something she had somehow missed. "Just a minute!" She called out, setting the cookie sheet down and taking off her oven mit. She picked up the knife she had been using earlier to cut the dough and made her way to the door.

Seeing Mike on the other side, Bex let out a relieved sigh as she opened the door. That is until she saw his expression. "What's happened?"

He motioned for them to go inside and Bex nodded before heading back to the kitchen. "I've made cookies. You want one?"

"I honestly don't know if I can eat after what I just saw." Mike answered, sitting down at her kitchen island bar.

"What did you see?"

Mike gagged a little bit which caused Bex to pour him a glass of water. He took it gratefully, taking a few sips before continuing. "I saw a bug, a big bug, laying eggs in some cherry blossoms. Red was talking to it and then it went right back in his ear after it was done as if it was the most normal thing in the world."

Bex dashed out into her living room and grabbed her notepad and started writing everything down. "We might need to figure out a way to finally get Laurel to bring you on board because this is huge."

"This is the craziest thing I've seen. Bex, we were just working a mafia case a few months ago and now we're talking about space bugs living in people's heads."

"You sure you don't want a cookie?"

He let out a sigh. "I'll take a cookie."

Smiling, she took one off the sheet and handed it over before getting one for herself. "I know it's insane but we gotta look at this as all factual stuff, like putting together an info board as if we were trying to take down another mafia family. It makes investigating a little easier."

He nodded as he chewed his latest bite. "Is there anything you can't make? Cause these are really good."

"Creme Brulee, Baked Alaska, uh, I've not given my shot at making a pie before, believe it or not, so I could be bad at that."

Mike laughed. "Come here." He held out his hand for her.

Bex walked around the island and took his hand where he soon pulled her to him. She fit so easily in between his legs as he gently wrapped his arms around her waist. He placed a sweet kiss to her lips before resting his forehead against hers. "Thank you. I needed this."

Just then notification sounds beeped and dinged as things came swarming in. He let out a heavy sigh. "I will be so glad when this cover is over."

"What's going on?" She asked, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Red is going to be releasing a budget plan tomorrow that's going to be voted on in 48 hours. That's probably everyone I reached out to in order to get a press conference scheduled."

Bex pulled away slightly, confusion written all over her face. "Now I'm no politician but isn't that kind of quick?"

Mike nodded. "Not to mention it worries me because it came out of SBR-54."

"Oh, that's not good, at all."

"No, it's not." Some more notification sounds went off. "I really would like to stay here longer and eat some more of those delicious cookies but duty calls."

Bex nodded, giving him a kiss before stepping away fully. "Maybe I'll stop by tomorrow. Bring some of my cookies over. I'd rather not read a budget plan but I'm currently at an impasse with everything else, so might as well."

"I'll see you tomorrow." Mike smiled, giving her one last kiss before heading out the door.

As promised, Bex came into the office with a tin full of cookies and Mike let out a sigh of relief when he saw her. Red had just come in to give notes on the speech he had typed up and questioned if they were still on the same page, going so far as to check his temperature. "I think he's starting to question things." He whispered to her when they hugged.

"We can't know anything for certain, we just have to keep acting as if everything is normal." Bex rubbed his back a moment before pulling back to smile at him reassuringly. "I'm here. I got your back through all of this. Have you talked to Laurel?"

Mike nodded. "Will you come with me when I meet her?"

"Of course." She smiled before opening the lid of her cookie tin as she brought it in between them.

"Seriously, you're the best." He chuckled as he took one. Sticking it into his mouth, he scribbled down the notes that he had been given to revise Red's speech. After he finished his bite, he slowly reached out for the tin that Bex was still holding.

"Are these for me to keep?"

Bex laughed and handed them over. "I'm glad I made as many as I did."

"I'll bring you back the tin, promise." He said around his latest mouth full.

"I'm assuming that means later this evening." She teased him, flashing him a cheeky smile.

"Oh, ha, ha. You're not gonna get it back now until tomorrow, at least." He replied as he motioned for her to head out of his office.

She let out a small gasp, acting as though she was slightly offended. "Don't you keep my tin hostage."

"I would never. How else am I supposed to get whatever baked good you decided to whip up next?"

Bex just laughed, Mike's laughter following hers soon after as they made their way to the courtyard that he had asked Laurel to meet them at. He grabbed them both cups of water, wishing that the drinks were a little stronger especially after what he had just witnessed. He knew going into this assignment that he was dealing with something he had never seen before. Last night, however, no matter how much Bex had told him and no matter how much he had mulled over the details, left him a little frazzled. After all he had finally come face to face with what he was investigating and he was really glad that Bex was now back helping him because he was pretty sure he would have found a way to get back to the office to beg for someone else to take the assignment over.

"How many people do you think are infected?" He whispered to Bex as he took in the people surrounding them. It seemed as though no matter which direction he was looking in, someone was watching him, them. He wasn't quite sure and honestly he was starting to feel a little antsy so he sipped on his water.

Bex noticed his leg bouncing and reached out to place a calming hand on his thigh. "That's probably not an answer you'd like to hear right now. Let's just focus on right now, focus on getting Laurel to bring you in and then we can maybe take a lap around the Capitol or I'm sure I could figure out a way to steal you away so we could go to the firing range."

Mike brought the hand that was on his leg up to his lips to kiss across her knuckles. He felt so incredibly lucky to have her by his side. He also wished that he had just stayed in D.C. after he had finished with Graceland the first time and instead of falling into bed with Jessica, he had gotten the courage to get to know her beyond their sticky note and sweets exchange. He was just about to tell her this when Laurel showed up.

"I'm not interrupting a moment am I?" She asked as she sat down.

Shaking his head, Mike turned his attention towards the other woman while still keeping his and Bex's hands interlocked. "Not at all." The two agents smiled reassuringly at the brunette.

"Okay, good, because I'm actually glad you called. Can I ask you a question?"

Mike took a deep breath to refocus. "You can ask me anything you want."

Noticing how visibly shaken he seemed, Laurel waved her hand while eyeing Bex to see if the blonde would somehow let her know what was going on. "No, I'm sorry. You first."

"No, no you go. Mine's..." he trailed off looking to Bex who just smiled encouragingly, "too weird." He finished looking back to Laurel.

"Okay." She once more looked between the couple, trying to figure out what was going on but soon Bex's smile was turned onto her and she continued on with her question. "What's your boss doing with this budget?"

That wasn't quite what either was expecting but Bex had hope that if Laurel was looking into the budget too that meant her mundane days were about to be over.

"I don't know. What do you mean?" Mike answered her.

"Should I be aware of something hidden in it?"

"I don't know. Maybe. I don't know. I..." He let out a huff which caused Laurel to scoff. Well if she was getting nothing out of that, maybe his question would help in some way.

"Okay then. Your turn. What is it?"

Mike chuckled a bit, sipping on more of his water. "This other theory of yours about the CHI's. What is it?"

Laurel was a bit shocked and looked to Bex, who nodded approvingly. "What did you see?"

Mike retold the story of what he had seen happen in Red's office the previous night which then led to Laurel telling him about her bug theory. She then asked for him to draw it but when it didn't look like a regular ant, she shook her head. Bex slid the napkin over to take in the detailed sketch. Getting a better view of it caused a shiver to go down Bex's spine. That had crawled out of Red's head? If she would have seen something like that in her apartment she would have gotten a shoe as quick as she could have.

"I didn't see this." Laurel said.

"You told me there were bugs in people's heads." He gave her a bit of a pointed look.

"Yeah, but not these bugs. Bex knows. They're more ant-like." Laurel motioned towards the woman sitting on his other side. "Are you sure this is what you saw?"

Mike was getting a little more flustered. "I don't know. I'm not sure..." His voice raised but when he noticed people staring at them he lowered it again. "I'm not sure what I saw anymore."

"And how big was it?" Laurel asked.

Mike gauged the size with his forefinger and thumb, scrunching up his nose in thought as he tried to remember. When it was about the size of what he saw the previous night, he tossed his head from side to side as if saying about this big.

Laurel's eyes widened at how big the bug apparently had been. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah."

"And that went into Red's head?"

"Yeah." He sighed, looking back to Bex, trying to gauge how things were going while also just trying to ground himself. "This is insane." She squeezed his hand. "I don't like things that are this insane." He said as he turned back to Laurel.

"Yeah, I know, you'll get used to it. Bex did." She was actually rather surprised it seemed like the two hadn't talked or maybe they had and that's why he called her.

"Bex works with insane problems all the time. I, however, went the calmer route and yet here I am in the middle of one of the biggest ones I've ever heard her mention." He said, playing into their cover story.

"Didn't you tell me it laid eggs?" Bex asked, to get the topic back onto the bug so that they would be able to steer clear of any lies overlapping.

Laurel looked at the two shocked. "Eggs? You saw it lay eggs?"

Mike nodded. "Yeah. That's what it looked like."

Laurel picked up her purse and silently asked for the drawing which Bex handed over. "Okay, let's go."

"Why?" Mike asked, looking between the two women.

"Because we have to show this to someone." She said, motioning for the two to hurry so they could follow her.

Soon Mike, Bex, Gustav, Rochelle, and Laurel were all sitting in front of Dr. Wu at the CDC. "Okay, let me just say something here." Mike started before answering the doctor's question. "I'm not completely sure I saw what I saw."

Gustav rolled his eyes. "Come on. You told us that you saw it." He then pointed at the picture and looked back to Dr. Wu. "It's the queen bug, isn't it?"

The doctor looked down at the picture, perplexed. "I don't know, but this part looks like the egg sack." He looked back up to Mike. "That's where the eggs came out?"

Mike looked as though he was going to be sick and nodded as he took a deep breath to calm the nausea that was rolling through him. The two agents sat back and listened as the rest of the group discussed what finding the queen bug could mean. The group soon landed on that there was a chance if they killed the queen, they could kill the others. "I think we better go." Mike moved to get up, nudging Bex with his leg to follow him. This was a lot of information that they needed to discuss so they could plan their next move and he was slowly losing his patience over this assignment. He so wished he had been given another assignment with organized crime. That would have been so much better than whatever this was turning out to be.

"No. Wait. Why?" Gustav asked, looking between the pair.

"Because you're going to want to know how to get a large bug out of my boss' head and I don't think I have the patience for that conversation." Mike answered.

"It's in Senator Wheatus' head?" Dr. Wu asked just as Mike started to push up so he could stand.

"We should kill him." Gustav suggested.

Both agents covered their faces with their hands. This was why Mike was trying to get them out of there. If this turned into a plot to kill a senator, they would have to do something about it and knowing Bex's distaste for unnecessary paperwork was as bad as his, he really did not want to be there anymore.

"You can't just say that in front of a federal agent." Rochelle admonished Gustav.

Thank god they knew Bex's real identity, Mike thought.

"We're not going to kill him." Laurel said, looking to Bex reassuringly.

"I mean I'm just saying that if it'll save the human race is it wrong?" Gustav asked, looking at the group.

Mike looked up, eyebrows furled as he looked to Bex and then to Gustav. "Human race?" He then looked to Bex and Laurel. "When did we start talking about human race?" He knew, of course, that Bex had mentioned that this case was definitely meant for Area 51 but she didn't mention that the whole human race was now apparently in danger.

"You guys didn't tell him everything?" Rochelle asked, looking a little sheepish.

It was Laurel who answered but Bex wasn't sure how grateful she should be. "No, I-I don't think it's a good idea to get into..."

"What?" Mike asked, interrupting her. "What is everything?" He asked again when she didn't answer.

"They're not of this world." Gustav answered.

Mike looked at Laurel and Bex in disbelief. This was starting to become too much to handle even if he had known about the ties to space previously. "I'm going." With that he finally stood up and made it out of the room.

Everyone had their eyes on Bex who let out a heavy sigh and held her hands up, signalling her surrender in the choice to follow him. "Gareth, wait!" She called out, hurrying off after him.

She luckily didn't have to go too far, for he had waited for her out in the hallway. "Talk to me." She said, reaching out for him.

He let out a sigh and offered his arm, which she gratefully took. "Bex, when does this end? I mean I know you confirmed the whole Area 51 thing and they wanted more proof but this? I didn't sign up to be an agent for this. What am I supposed to do? They're in there without either one of us probably figuring out a way to lure out Red and they've already discussed killing him. What are we supposed to do with that?"

Bex leaned her head against his shoulder. "We've got to somehow get proof of what's inside Red's ear and what they're planning on doing. What you found isn't quite enough. Maybe we need to take the bugs out of this all together. I mean they're working as a hive which means it's kind of like a mafia family. We just need to know our key players and work our way from there."

Mike stopped just as they reached outside and looked down at her. "Bex, I saw something slightly bigger than a wasp come out of a man's ear. Is this really what my assignments will be from now on? Did I screw up that badly that they thought they'd just stick me with the joke assignments and all will be well?"

"I don't think this is punishment for you. I believe they truly thought that this would be an easy assignment but it turned out much larger than anyone could have ever expected."

He slowly nodded. "I should probably really get back to work. Are you going to be okay?"

"I think the question is, are you going to be okay?" She asked, worry written all over her face as she looked up at him.

Bringing a hand up, he caressed her cheek before kissing her, enjoying the feel of her lips under his for a moment before pulling back. "Yeah, I'll be okay. I'll call you." He promised with one more kiss before heading towards the front circle of the CDC building so he could get a taxi back.

Just as he had gotten out of the car at the Lincoln Memorial, his phone began to ring. Pulling it out of his pocket, he saw Charlie's name displayed on the screen. He had worried the first few times she had called randomly but by this point he knew to expect her either calling to check in on him or to ask his opinion on a case she was working. "Please tell me you're working on a normal case. I could do with a bit of normal right now."

"Aw, sorry, Mikey. I'm actually in between cases right now. You and Bex alright?"

He let out a disappointed huff. "Yeah, yeah, we're fine. This latest case is just insane and she just came back from dealing with a whole lot in Kansas City."

"Wait, she was the federal agent that had been kidnapped? She's really okay?"

Mike nodded despite his friend not being able to see him. "Yeah Charlie, she's good. I went out and got to bring her home. We, uh, we're actually together now."

"Holy shit. You finally asked her didn't you or did she ask you? I knew there was something between you two when I was there." She laughed a bit before growing a bit somber. "No matter how it happened, I'm glad you've got her."

"Now why do you say it like that?" He asked, a bit confused.

"I know you figured I was just calling to catch up since I'm not on a case right now but Mike, I called to warn ya too."

He did not like the sound of that, at all. "Warn me about what, Charlie?"

"Paige is back in D.C. She's on some apology tour. She left me this morning after spending about a week here. I told her to leave you alone but you know how she is."

Mike groaned and put his head in his hand. "That's not really the news I needed to hear after the day I've had."

"I know, Mikey but promise me you'll let Bex know. I'm sure she'll help you stay clear of her if she's able to find you."

He pinched the bridge of his nose. That was definitely not a conversation he was looking forward to having later. "I promise. I should probably get back to work. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Course. I'll talk to ya later and I'm sorry about adding onto what apparently has already been a shit day."

"It's okay. Thanks for warning me Charlie." He told her before hanging up. Mike let out a groan as he looked towards the sky. Why? Why did Paige have to come back when his life outside of the Bureau seemed to be doing so well?

#braindead fic #braindead imagine #graceland fic #graceland imagine #mike warren fic #gareth ritter fic #gareth ritter imagine #aaron tveit fic #kim writes things #moving on series #case closed #mike x bex

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hydrangeasimagination · 5 years ago

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TBT Quotes Pt. 3

Mostly inspired by TikTok??

Eh - lots of “Mochi is innocent jokes”

Suggestive content?? Everyone is 18+...

Except for the first one - and that one, they could be 14-15??

~ Dari

Me: All of you are like; "Mochi belongs with Shinsou" - ooga-booga - "they belong with Tamaki"

Me: BITCH, they're 14, they still belong to their Papa!

Me: They all Toshi's baby!!

(just a joke, I promise)

[inspired by bloodymud on TikTok]

You: I have decided I am in fact a snacc

You:

You: Just seems people aren't hungry.

Admirers: I'm fucking starving.

[fiddlefordmcgucket on TikTok]

Katsuki, sitting and staring off into the distance

Izuku, whispering: How long as he been like that?

Shouto: Nearly an hour now.

Izuku: W - what happened?

Shouto: He found out Mochi was unintentionally "thirst trapping" on TikTok.

Izuku:

Shouto:

Shouto: He still can't get over the fact someone told Mochi to “step on them”.

Shouto: And that they were confused as to why.

You: Why would anyone want to hurt Monoma - kun?

Katsuki: Maybe because they met him?

You:

Katsuki:

Katsuki: Did I say that?

[Buffy the Vampire Slayer]

You: Why are people so obsessed with top or bottom? I'd be just grateful to have a bunk bed.

Izuku:

Shouto:

Katsuki:

Denki:

Denki: I -

Katsuki: Don't fuckin' say anything.

All Smite AU

Smite: Mitsu's at that age where a teenager has only one thing on their minds.

Midnight: Romance?

You: Homicide.

[Addams' Family Values]

Sidekick: I'm here with a message for Yagi?

You: Which one?

You:

All Might:

All Might: I'm not crying, you're crying -

Present Mic: I mean, small creatures are way more vicious. It's because their anger has less space to be bottled up in.

Aizawa: Ridiculous, give me one example of this.

Izuku: Wasps.

You: Spiders.

All Might: Terriers.

Shouto: Bakugo.

Katsuki: BASTARD, I'M ONLY AN INCH SHORTER THAN YOU

Villain AU

Hawks, first coming to the LOV

Keigo, internally: I am made for this shit. Nothing can catch me off guard.

You, laughs and smiles

Keigo:

Keigo, under his breath: Holy shit.

Villain AU

Overhaul: It's a white flag, and you might as well start waving it now -

You: The only thing I will be waving is your decapitated head on a stick in front of your weeping mother!

Himiko: :0

Jin: Good lord.

[Parks and Rec]

Villain AU

You: That's stupid! You're stupid! Stop being stupid!

Denki: Or... Maybe I'm just being rhetorical.

You: No! No you're not!

You: God it's like you use words you hear randomly to try and sound smarter!

Denki: Well now you're just acting transcendent.

You:

Denki:

Queue you kicking him in the face

[DBZA]

All Smite AU

Mineta: You should treat me like one of your stuffed animals.

You: Mineta, if you were a toy, you'd be a slinky

You: Not good for much but it makes you smile when you push it down the stairs.

Shouto, snort-laughing

TBT & Mochi Enjoying Popsicles

Izuku, gagging

You, rubbing Izuku's back: Are you okay?

Izuku, holding his throat: Y - yeah, gag reflex.

You, genuinely confused: What's a gag reflex?

Katsuki: The thing your body does to keep you from choking.

Shouto: It's triggered by the uvula and -

You, shoving the entire popsicle in you mouth out of curiosity

Izuku:

Shouto:

Katsuki:

Later...

Katsuki: So we are in agreement we're never letting them have popsicles again?

Izuku: Yes.

Shouto: Only soft serve and shaved ice from now own.

All Smite AU

You, after getting a tongue ring: Shouto, you want one?

Shouto: What kind of pleasure would I get out of stabbing needles through my skin?

You:... It'd piss off your dad.

Shouto:

Later...

Fuyumi: Are your ears pierced?

Shouto: Yeah.

Natsuo:

Natsuo: Has he noticed?

Shouto: No.

Shouto: I plan on getting more and more until he does.

Shouto: I hope I will be covered in them by the time he figures it out

Mic, voice over: That's exactly what happens!

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starlightsearches · 5 years ago

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Office Romance: Ch. 14 Undercover

General Hux and Kylo Ren have found themselves competing for the affection of a lieutenant aboard the Finalizer.

Series Warnings: Language, some violence, near-death experiences.

Masterlist

AN: Oof, some big warnings for this one, specifically sexual assault! The reader goes undercover and someone makes advances on her, so please read with caution. She also kills a man, but that’s not described.

The music was loud in your ears, the bass thumping through your entire body as you danced, performing the steps with a smile on your face, showing off for the crowd below. It was too hot, too noisy, but you had to look like you were enjoying yourself; the success of the mission depended on everything going smoothly. Besides, you should be grateful. You had fought to be here.

The first fight had been the most difficult. Convincing Allecull, the chief intelligence officer and your sworn enemy, that you deserved a spot on the ground team had almost been impossible, especially with both the general and Ren taking his side.

“You do realize that this man tried to have you killed?” Allecull had asked, like you were some kind of idiot. You had contained your anger; you knew that reacting in rage would not help your case. You had to seem calm, in control, or there was no way they’d let you go with them. It was terribly unfair, you certainly deserved to be angry.

“Yes, Major, I realize that. I’d like to return the favor.” Eventually, the ground team leader, Kane Cheepres, had convinced the others that you deserved a spot on the team, but not without three conditions. Number one: you would not engage the target; number two: you would stay under surveillance the entire time; and number three: you would leave at the first sign of trouble.

A new song started, and you forced yourself to recall the steps you had drilled into your head in the time before the mission, the movement relatively easy compared to what you were used to, even though it was a bit more lewd. You were playing the role of one of the clubs many dancers, who were spread around the area on individual, elevated stages.

The stylist had told you that she wanted you to look fun, but what she had apparently meant was loud. You couldn’t help but feel exposed in the spangled, iridescent outfit: a pair of shorts for mobility and a crop top that exposed part of your midriff when you moved. It was not skin tight, at least, and she had opted for a casual pair of tennis shoes instead of heels like most of the other girls were wearing—better for running, in case you had to make a quick getaway. However, the wig she had put on you seemed to be made for nothing but inconvenience. It was long, grazing your tailbone when you moved, violet in color, and heavy. The whole ensemble made you feel like some kind of deranged butterfly, but it served its purpose; despite the intensity of your outfit, you still blended in rather well.

“No sign of the target,” you said quietly, knowing that the stealth comm placed near your mouth would pick up the sound, even over the thundering of the music. Your eyes scanned the space below you, searching for the man who had paid to see you dead. Antibree Soar.

According to Ren, Antibree was heir to Soar Weapons Manufacturing and the man who had ordered the hit. He had squandered his newfound fortune not long after his father’s death and targeted you, hoping that taking out a First Order officer would convince the Resistance and the Republic to see him as an ally, increasing his profits.

“Can anyone tell me why there’s a Resistance pilot here?” You heard the voice through the comms, belonging to Renaia Shadhin. She was the undercover operative who had been tasked with the actual elimination of Antibree, and was on the dance floor now, waiting for a sign of him. You searched for the pilot she was talking about, finding a familiar face near one of the lounge on your right. Poe Dameron. You had read his file. He was sitting in a chair, facing the crowd, a small smirk on his face, looking carefree and confident.

“I think I see him, too,” you responded, “on my right, in the lounge?”

“Black hair, brooding eyes, ruggedly handsome?” she asked in confirmation, and you couldn’t stifle your giggle quickly enough. You liked Renaia. She never lost her sense of humor, even in serious situations. How she could work with Allecull on a regular basis, you would never understand. As if on queue, another voice sounded off in your ear.

“Stay focused. You can fawn over Dameron later,” Allecull said. He was with the observation team in the transport that had taken you to Coruscant, along with the general, and Ren—who had insisted on coming—plus a few others, monitoring the holocam feeds in the club.

“I’ll keep my eye on Dameron. You two, work on locating the target,” Kane commanded, also undercover, moving from his place against the wall closer to the bar. You tried not to think about one of the many cam feeds trained on you as you performed, transmitting the image back to the observation team, and the ever-critical Allecull. Now was not the time to worry about your reputation.

“Hey doll!” A new voice called to you from below as the song ended, and you crouched down to speak to him. The manager of the club, a rat-faced man with a cheap hair piece, Braale, was down there, waving you off the stage. You hopped down carefully and bounced a little from foot to foot, trying to stretch out your legs.

“Yeah, boss?” you asked. You were playing peppy—eager-to-please—and it was obviously working. He giggled at the title, nudging the girl next to him, who tried to move out of his reach.

“Boss, huh? I like that. Hey, Marielle, remind me to tell the other girls to start calling me boss from now on!” The dancer nodded half-heartedly, rolling her eyes and giving you a dirty look.

“Marielle’s gonna be taking over for you here, I want you to go work the crowd. You’ve got quite a few fans already. On your first night, too!” he winked, pushing Marielle to the stage.

“You got it, boss,” you said brightly, walking past him and onto the churning dance floor. The crowd was sweaty and dense as you moved through it, bodies pressing up against you from every angle, some contact accidental and some decidedly not. You dodged the grabbing hands lithely, reminding yourself once again that you had wanted to be here. That you still wanted to be here.

“Make sure you stay visible, General,” Allecull ordered over the comm, and you rolled your eyes. Where did he think you were going to go?

You found your way to the edge of the room, to one of the less populated bars, and asked the bartender for a water, hoping to cool yourself off a little. You had a decent view of the space when you turned back to the crowd—not as good as the one from the stage—but it would suffice. The club was less a room and more a giant, indoor arena—the dance floor impossibly huge and impossibly packed with the young, the rich, and the egotistical. Corsucant’s finest.

“I’ve got eyes on the target,” you heard Kane say, his urgency interrupting your thoughts, “on your left, Renaia. Lieutenant General, he’s heading for you.” You found him on the edge of the crowd, recognized him almost immediately from the photos. He looked young—younger than you—with chubby, smiling cheeks and a crop of fluffy blonde hair, scanning the crowd with eager eyes. He saw you looking, and looked back, moving to you with enthusiastic determination. Fuck.

“Get out of there, Lieutenant.” Hux’s voice came in over the comms channel.

“I can’t, he’s already seen me. If I run it will only be more suspicious.” You took a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself. You were in disguise—he probably didn’t recognize you—and you could use that to your advantage, but you had to make a plan now before everything went to shit.

“I’m going to turn off my mic,” you said quickly, “you’ll still have sound, but if I leave it on he might be able to hear you if he . . . if he gets too close.” Sounds of dissent poured into your ear, loud and overlapping, but you blocked them out, shutting off the speaker before you could second-guess yourself.

Turning back to the bar, you prepared for impact, hoping to look more at ease than you were. You felt his presence as soon as he arrived, and then there was a hand at your waist, demanding, insistent, pushing you playfully into the bar. A pair of lips at your ear.

“Hello there,” he whispered, and you thought you might gag. Your instincts told you to whip around, ready to fight, to shove, to scream, to get this man away from you. But you were frozen. It was him; the man who had hoped to see you dead for his own gain. Antibree Soar.

You turned slowly, and he leaned against the bar, trapping you in his arms as you faced him. You glanced down, trying to look appropriately flirtatious, and then back up through your eyelashes. It had the desired effect.

“What’s your name?” He whispered, placing a hand at your hip, holding you to the bar forcefully. It would probably bruise.

“Kaytari,” the name rolled off your tongue so easily; despite the pounding of your heart, you were slipping into your disguise like a pool of water.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” His breath was thick with the scent of alcohol, and the fog of it clouded your nose, but you smiled at him, biting your lip. It was easy to pretend when you thought about killing him. About getting him alone.

“I saw you dancing earlier,” he said, his other hand having found a place on the back of your thigh, tracing your bare skin with a light touch, and you shivered involuntarily. You tried not to think about the cams, the men on the ship who were watching these events unfold, but it was difficult to clear your mind in a moment like this one when so much had gone wrong already.

“You’re very talented.” His whole body was against yours, and for a moment, you couldn’t breathe, the pressure toxic, the feeling of him worming its way into your skin. Casually, you placed your hands behind you, jumping up onto the bar, trying to escape the poison of his touch.

“Thank you,” you said, and he forced his way between your legs, the suggestive contact making your stomach roll. You needed to end this, as soon as possible. “You know, dancing isn’t my only talent.”

“Oh, really? Tell me more.” You didn’t let yourself think about it before you leaned in and kissed him.

“I’ll give her one thing,” Allecull said, throwing his comm down in frustration, “she’s a damn good actress.” The transport was rife with tension as the events unfolded, all eyes trained on the video feed of you and Antibree. Hux could feel the embarrassment of the other observation team members, and a few of the men turned away from the projection, uncomfortable watching such a heated moment between a superior officer and potential murderer. General Hux swallowed hard, but he wouldn’t let himself look away. You were sitting on the bar, Antibree between your legs, your hands on the back of his neck, his hands all over you. His lips trailed from yours, down your jaw and to your neck, and you arched into his touch, pulling yourself even closer, a low moan escaping your lips like a wet dream from hell.

“Can’t you shut off the audio?” someone yelled to Allecull, and Hux put his hand out to stop him.

“If we turn off the comm, we lose all contact with the lieutenant. Leave it as is.” A sick anger wriggled into Hux’s mind, feelings of betrayal that he didn’t deserve but couldn’t stop pricking him like knives as he heard you whimper over the comm, and then say breathlessly, “if only there was somewhere we could go.”

“Renaia, follow her,” Allecull ordered, watching closely as you slid from the bar, hand in hand with Soar. He pulled you around the edge of the club, towards a dark corner, and an exit guarded by two bouncers. Hux had seen layouts of the building; he knew what happened behind those doors.

“They won’t let me back there on my own, sir,” Renaia responded anxiously, “I’ll keep watch outside.” With a twisting in his gut, Hux watched you disappear from view, out of reach of the holocams and into the hallway, and the crackle of your comm turned to an oppressive silence. Your mic had cut out.

Ren had been silent up until this point, watchful, leaning against the wall with barely-controlled rage, but he saw no use in trying to rein in his impulses now. The general argued with Allecull, trying to formulate some kind of plan to get the audio back online, or get you away from Antibree before he found out who you really were. Hux could argue all he wanted; Ren wasn’t going to sit around and wait.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Hux interrupted Allecull mid-sentence, addressing Ren, but he ignored him, heading to the exit of the ship, saber in hand. The exit led to an alleyway behind the club—disgusting and probably foul-smelling, Ren was grateful for his mask—but private as well. Despite the horde of people inside, the area behind the club was deserted. Ren didn’t know where he was going, but he walked on anyways, determined to find a path that led to you.

“Stop!” Hux ran out of the transport, not bothering to avoid the ancient puddles of water and shit and who-knew-what-else that littered the way. Ever the annoyance, the general ran in front of Ren, trying to block the exit. Ren didn’t bother to pause, flinging Hux into a wall and continuing out of the darkness of the alley. His rage was all-consuming; it had to be, if he let himself feel anything else, he’d be paralyzed.

“If you go in there, she’ll die.” Hux’s statement echoed down the alley. Ren hesitated.

“So we should wait around here for her to die, instead?” Ren knew he had to save his energy if he was going to get you out of there alive, but the temptation to end Hux’s miserable life right then was incredibly captivating.

“Don’t pretend you’re the only one concerned for her safety, Ren,” the general stood from the ground and joined him at the mouth of the alley, just deep enough in the shadows that they would not be seen if someone passed by. “You need to trust her.”

“Like you trust her, General?” The accusation made Ren livid, “with all of your spying? Please. Tell me, what has FN-2187 found out for you?”

“I trust the Lieutenant implicitly, Ren. It’s you I don’t trust.”

“We can’t just sit here and do nothing.”

“If you walk in there, you’ll cause mass panic. There’s at least one Resistance operative inside, what would stop him from opening fire the second he sees you?” Ren hated that Hux was making sense, but he didn’t plan on listening. He needed to see you, alive. Now.

“I’m going in there; you won’t convince me otherwise. She needs my help.” He began walking forward again, and this time the general did not try to stop him.

“I don’t think you really believe that, Ren. You won’t admit it, but your motives are selfish,” Hux turned to go back to the ship, but was frozen in place when Ren seized control.

“Selfish?” The air in the alley turned cold, and Ren’s anger was like ice in his veins. He walked to the general, standing between him and the ship before letting go.

“Yes, selfish. You don’t really think she needs you. You want to save her so she’ll owe you something. It’s disgusting.” The low light of the alley turned red, and the air filled with the buzzing sound of Ren’s saber. Unconsciously, General Hux backed into the wall.

“Take it back,” Ren couldn’t speak above a whisper, his head reeling from the oppressive wrath threatening to take over, and, at least for a moment, the general seemed truly frightened.

“Go ahead, Ren. It won’t stop me from being right about you.” Hux’s voice was even but Ren’s hand shook with the force of his grip on the hilt of his saber, and for a moment, he truly believed that he would kill him.

A small cough echoed down the alley, and Ren and Hux both turned to see Mitaka at the mouth of the ship.

“Excuse me sirs, but,” he paused, and Ren reluctantly holstered his weapon, “the lieutenant general is back online. The target has been eliminated.”

Back on the ship, Hux tried to shake the fear that lingered from his encounter with Ren as he watched your image on the projection in front of him. It had been worth it, he thought, to protect you from Ren’s rash behavior, but his hands were shaking, and he held on tightly to the control panel in front of him so that no one would notice. On the holoprojector he could see the image of you wandering the dance floor, waiting for Renaia to meet up with you before leaving the godforsaken club once and for all.

“Sir,” one of the men in the transport said, and Hux looked up to see one of the ensigns gesture to a different image, “I’ve got eyes on the Resistance pilot, he’s moving. It looks like he’s headed in the same direction as the Lieutenant General.” Hux searched the scene and located the pilot, who was closing in on you from behind. He was close, much too close for comfort. How had they missed him before?

“Dameron is approaching, General. Get clear of him,” Allecull told you over the comm, and you tried to move deeper into the crowd, but your path was blocked and suddenly he reached out, grabbing you by the shoulder.

“Hey,” the pilot’s voice was loud and slurring, and he leaned in so that you could hear him over the music, “don’t I know you from somewhere?” You ducked your face towards his ear, making sure he couldn’t get a good look at you. Hux was sure that the Resistance would have your photo by now, it had been circulated pretty widely after the HoloNet caught hold of the story of your attempted assassination. But would the pilot recognize you? And what would he do if he did? You were so close to being out of harm's way and now this man could ruin it all.

“I don’t think so,” you yelled back, “I’m new here, this is my first day.”

“Oh, you’re a dancer? No shit, huh? I swear to god I know your face from somewhere . . . “ he trailed off, but his grip did not loosen. He was swaying a little where he stood; still, Hux had a sneaking suspicion that the pilot was only acting inebriated, and a rising panic crept up his shoulder blades.

“Get out of there now, General.” Allecull commanded you over the speaker, and you panicked, trying to pull yourself out of his grasp. Hux was desperate to see you do something, anything, to get away, to cause some kind of scene and escape to safety, but you stood your ground, closing your eyes and taking in a deep breath.

“You don’t know me.” The others didn’t notice the modification of your demeanor, but Hux certainly did. Your tone of voice had changed completely; you were no longer yelling, but speaking low and quiet, and you raised your other hand up to his face with a small wave, a familiar gesture. Almost immediately, Dameron let go of you, his face going slack. He blinked a few times—like someone had flashed a bright light in his eyes—and then found your face again, but there was no recognition in his expression. Hux watched the scene unfold, his anxieties from earlier compounding into something dense and heavy in the pit of his stomach. Holy shit.

“He’s completely intoxicated,” somebody in the transport yelled with a high-pitched laugh, and then another voice rose up, saying “stars, I can’t believe that worked.”

“I’m sorry, do I know y-” Dameron said, before he was cut off by Renaia, who ran up behind you, grabbing you around the waist with a squeal.

“There you are!” she yelled, remarkably good at acting less-than-sober, “It’s our song, girl, let’s go!” You followed her into the crowd, turning back to Dameron with an apologetic shrug, but he didn’t seem to notice you leaving. He was still dazed, standing in the middle of the dance floor for a moment, looking around like he had just forgotten something important, but couldn’t remember what it was.

“On our way back to base,” you said over the comms, and the men in the transport let out a collective sigh of relief. Hux scanned the room, trying to see if anyone had noticed anything odd about your escape from Dameron, but they all seemed to accept that he had been drunk. It didn’t make any sense. Last he had heard, the force was closed off to you, except in rare instances. Had you and Ren been hiding your true progress from him? Hux didn’t know everything there was to know about the force, but he knew that a mind-trick like that would be difficult without a considerable amount of training.

You and Renaia entered the transport, and a few of the men cheered, congratulating the both of you on the success of the mission. You accepted the praise graciously, but your expression showed some inner turmoil. You broke free of the group as the transport prepared for lift off.

“I need to speak with you, General” you said quietly, brushing past him casually before walking into the storage area of the transport. Ren followed closely behind as you and Hux entered the little room; you must have signaled to him silently. The space was cramped, but private, and you slid to the floor, finding a seat among the boxes and holding your head in your hands.

“What happened?” Hux asked.

“You saw what happened.” You sounded far away, dazed, and it terrified him. He didn’t understand.

“You used the force,” Ren said. Hux had already known, but hearing it said out loud was jarring. Ren kneeled in front of you on the floor of the storage room, and something moved between the two of you that Hux could not identify.

“How did you do it?” Ren asked urgently; he seemed just as confused as Hux did, maybe even more so.

“I don’t know,” your voice broke on the last word, “I knew I had to try something. I can’t believe it worked.”

“So you feel it, then? The force?” Ren asked again, and you nodded into your hands before looking up to Hux.

“I never been able to use it before, not consciously. We’ve been practicing some more simple things, like sensing emotions, but nothing has really worked . . . until now.”

“Then what changed?” He asked, and you shook your head.

“I’m not sure, but,” you paused, “I think that my father might have something to do with it. There’s something you need to know about Allegiant General Pryde.”

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Loud House: 11 Louds A Leapin Review or It’s My Bobby in a Box

Happy Holidays errybody! Christmas returns to this blog after a bit of a break to tie up some loose ends, and celebrate my birthday with a return to the loud house. It’s honestly good to be back. While it can be a struggle to cover a pure comedy, I genuinely like the show a lot, even with it’s flaws i’ve gone into, and my regular reviews gave me a running gag in my hatred of rusty and a new respect for the show. It’s just with a buiser schedule and me not actually trying to have something resembling order to things, I kept shoving Banned Together back despite really wanting to see it since.. you know.. Luna episode.. until it ended up sliding into ANOTHER set of episodes. It’s things like this why I have a queue now: while it’s not set day by day, in case I want to do more than one i na day, it is there to keeep some semblance of order and keep me on track so this dosen’t happen again. So with all that being said.. why did I choose to do A DIFFRENT loud house episode for the second time in a row before getting back to the current season? Simple.. i’ve been putting this episode off personally for even LONGER. I meant to watch 12 louds a leapin back when it first came out at the start of season 2... and just never got around to it. And just kept never getting around to it, wanting to watch it at christmas but then forgetting to do so for the last 4 years. Spare a thought there.. 4 years. In that time 80 years have passed, an era of marvel movies have come to an end, a tick series has come and gone, She Ra has come and gone, ducktales premiered then annoucned it was ending.. my point is way too many shows are ending too soon, and i’ve let this slide for far too long. So I bumped this one up to finally take a look at it, as i’ve waited this long and didn’t want to risk missing it a fifth fucking time. So yeah i’m taking look at what’s probably a classic episode in the fandom with fresh eyes. Let’s see what I thought shall we? It’s Christmas Eve at the Loud House and Lincoln is once again Zach Morrising it up .

Not what I meant.. whatever that is. It’s been 30 years since that episode aired, probably a good 12 since I first saw it and I still have no idea why they did this or if it was giong to end in a three way before the girls showed up. We just don’t know and the greatest minds in the country are baffled.. and you know working on the vaccine and making sure it’s safe.

No Linc is talking to the camera about it being christmas while gearing up to go sledding with his sled big red. Meanwhile the rest of the louds are doing their usual christmas activities which we get introduced to as Lincoln gets ready. The girls sub-plots here are, outside of Lori’s., less plots and more running gags, various shenanigans by the girls tying into their personalities and christmasy stuff. It works perfectly.. while it’s a bunch of gags.. the gags are funny and it’s neat to learn more about just how the girls celebrate christmas and what they get up to every year. It’s part of what’s to love about holiday specials as you get a once or twice in a series chance to see how our heroes celbrate the holiday and thus a look into stories, gags and character stuff very unique to the holiday. It also uses the fact LIncoln was the protaganist at the time very well, using him as our viewpoint to set up all the christmas goings on as he makes his way out of the house, so we can cut back to them later as his plot goes on. It’s really good stuff. So what are the girls up to? Let’s go down the list by age shall we?

Lori: Lori has the most involved plot anyway so it’s best to start here. Lori and Bobby are having their first christmas together... though it does bring up the fact that they’ve only been dating 2 years at most, yet plan to get married.. I mean that is a lot but your also 18. Then again time is nigh incomprehinsiable to unpack in the loud house, and at least 3 years passed in the one year it took to get them all aged up, so I wouldn’t think about it too hard. Lori, still being in huge bitch mode as she was early on, pressures bobby to get a good gift. She later gets said gift but despite being told to open it immideitly, her siblings chide her on her habit of tearing presents open and thus get her not to open it. So that’s a runner through the special, with Lana even putting her on a leash at one point, which I found hilarious. Less hilaroius is the conclusion as it turns out in the box on christmas day.. is BOBBY, who understandably is not looking so good...

Thankfully bobby’s not dead or they all would be, but still the poor boy missed christmas eve with his mom and sister for this stunt. I mean I get it’s his fault, he’s apparently LITERALLY too dumb to live it turns out and should’ve you know made a noise sooner and probably didn’t want to ruin the suprise.. but we still nearly got an episode where a 4 year old had surivviors guilt for letting her older sisters boyfriend suffocate in a box. That’s dead santa from gremlins levels of fucked up. Thankfully Lori loves it and I assume bobby’s worried family joined them for christmas eve. That image fills my heart with hope. But seriously bobby never again we can’t loose you. At least not before Sergio.

Leni: Leni’s is very simple it’s just a running gag of her taking various christmas things, making them into outfits then saying shhhh to whoever’s around when she hears, or in later cases is right there, with the person asking. Just a funny bit. Luna: Is working on a christmas song. It’s one of the weake runners as the failed songs just aren’t that funny, but the payoff for the main plot makes up for it. WE’ll get to that. Luann: Has one of my faviorite bits, her 12 puns of christmas which is both really adorable and leads to an adorable moment with her dad. Always loved their relationship.

Lynn and Lucy: Are teamed up this episode which makes me genuinely miss how the two would be used as a pair ocasionally earlier on but just .. arne’t anymore> The rest of the girls status as roomates is used liberally but not so much these two. IT’s just weird and disheartning to me. That being said their plot is simply the two digging around to find where the presents are hidden, which I never got as why would you want to know weeks ahead of time. You can’t use any money to buy the stuff you dind’t get or they’ll know and they usually figure out you knew ahead of time and it just brings thigns down. But from a kid’s perspective I guess I get it and while it’s weird to have Lucy be one of the ones following I like it, as it shows that benath her gothy demanor she’s still just an 8 year old girl excited for christmas, and that’s adorable. A decent enough runner.

Lana: Gets a good one: She keeps accidently catching people, and a passing car in one case though she has a jack to help, in her reindeer traps. Its not only funny but really adorable especially since she dosen’t care about trapping SANTA persay, she just wants her own pet reindeer and frankly who wouldn’t want a rideable woodland critter who can fly. Dammit now i want one too.

Lola and Lisa: Lola gets a fairly standard one tha’ts still pretty damn funny; She wants to get offf the naughy list by playing good for a day. What makes it funny is that last part.. that instead of doing it over a few days like most of this plot she’s trying to cram it all into one day while also trying not to strangle Lisa, who keeps showing up to say santa’s route is impossiuble. As ducktales covered he slows down time.. also you know.. not every kid celebrates christmas so ther’es probably a good number of houses he dosen’t have to cover in one night. Lily: Just randomly pops out of stockings a bit. it’s precioous as it sounds. The Parents: It had honestly been so long both since i’d seen a season 1 episode, and since the two had been both given actual names and fleshed out considerably, that i’d forgotten Rita and Senior had their faces obscured for all of season 1. It’s REALLY weird and jarring to go back to after getting to know them as fully formed people of their own over the past 3 seasons, and especally gorowing to love Senior, as he’s a loveably goofy dad but without the incompetence of most comedy dads. He can bumble but he’s also genuinely supportive, talented and pulls his weight in his marriage and family. We do however start to really see their fully formed , full member of the cast perosnalities here: Rita is clearly tired from the sheer amount of shit she has to juggle, but is also nice and warm and while Lynn Sr.’s goofiness was established already, here it’s tempered into his current shape and his love of cooking and through role as the family chef is established. While he was established as cook earlier he goes from someone who’d use frozen food just to get by to a master chef who probably does use a lot of frozen stuff but can make anything taste good and will eventually have his own restraunt. It’s really fascenating to see them slowly emerge. They don’t really have plots themslves, and Lynn’s only real gag is wanting everyone to try his figgy pudding.

So with the rest of the family covered let’s get to our main plot. Lincoln is sledding.. on the slide out back.. for some reason.

The reason is simple.. his sled ends up in the yard of Mr. Grouse, their neighbor and old man who yells at louds. Lincoln explains grouse keeps everything that ends up in his yard and has taken a lot from the Loud Kids over the years. So lincoln.. uses the slide to sled.. DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF HIS YARD.

I’ve been wanting to use pigtail kim since I made that one recently. But her points stands. What?!. I mean Lincoln can be stupid, he’s only 12 it’s allowed, but usually more out of not realizing what he’s getting into or using kid logic. He’s not this brain dead. That’s Leni’s job. It just feels like plot contrivance. Just have him build some sort of contraption as a makeshift hill and tell the audience he’s doing this because his family dosen’t want him going to an actual hill on christmas or is too busy to take him. There are easier ways than this half assed rube goldberg machine of a setup. So naturally his sled ends up in the yard.. and he calls on Clyde to help....

Now if you’ve been reading my reviews for a while, you know that reactoin is normally reserved exclusivley for this guy.

But since Rusty was in his larval state with only a few apperances and hadn’t emeerged from his coocoon as the douche I know and love to take pot shots at, there was actually something WORSE. Something more obnoxious. And with far far worse implications. And that my friends was seasons 1 and 2 Clyde. Clyde in the early seasons CAN be fine, and the self we know now. In fact I wish he interacted with the sisters more as the slumber party episode early on gave him a nice dynamic with all of them and the episode with him and leni was terrific. The problem one there was running gag with him, one character trait that utterly sucked the joy out of the room at best and made him into an unlikeable little shit at worst; HIs crush on Lori. When she’s around at BEST he has a Master Roshi nosebleed, stammers her name and passes out, something that wasn’t funny the first time and quickly became grating the 80 other times they did it. But at worst, as he is here? He’s creepy, obessevie and worst of all. .a real dick to bobby. Who as we’ve established is...

So that was NEVER going to go over well and even ignoring that is still very bad. The little creep just constantly treats Bobby with hostility, which given this is Bobby, he dosen’t realize is going on. Any time their relationship is threantned Clyde’s main goal is to swoop in during the aftermath and win lori over. He constantly wants Bobby out of the way, The ONE TIME he dosen’t come off as a massive dick is when Lincoln thinks Bobby might be cheating, and that’s because Clyde isn’t planning on swooping into the wrecakge of someone’s relationship to get a girlfriend, but to punch the guy out for cheating on her. Bobby wasn’t and Clyde obviously isn’t capable of that, but it’s a bit more understandable and even CLYDE wants to make sure there’s evidence first. But more often than not he’s just under the assumptino Lori will be his despite the massive age gap, her having made it obvious she’s not intrested, and her being in longterm relationship she’s really happy in with someone else. And this was season 1 lori who reacted to this, so the fact she’s not being the queen of all bitches about it only makes him look that much worse. And to add to that, Bobby not only KNOWS he has as crush on Lori but is suppportive of clyde, cheering him on when she kisses him once for doing something noble, and generally treating “Clydsdale” like he would any of Lori’s blood siblings. It was excurating then to sit through this every few episodes.. and it’s even worse now because the gag’s complete dissaperance from Season 3 onwards really paints the picture that this gag was entirely because series creator Chris Savino thought this was FUNNY and no one else did. And given he got fired for, you know, HARASSING WOMEN AND NOT TAKING NO FOR AN ANSWER you kinda see how an already bad bit was made worse. So yeah while the sled thing is bad this.. is objectively worse and drags the special down more. It’s thakfully not omniprescent but man is it hard to watch. Clyde being in full dickhead mode is trying to get a kiss from lori and is using a missletoe hat for it.. And can we just agree that while Missletoe can be used well in stories, to help two shy people finally kiss or to ramp up romantic tension or what have you, that it’s often used by creepy douchebags to get kisses they don’t deserve both here and presumibly in irl before the plauge hit? We can? Good. But yeah that’s his plot, no suprise he gets one, bah hum bug. He also throws in some Bobby bashing by fantasising about him ending up in the yard and clyde ending up with lori since Grouse keeps bobby.. even though instead Lori would just ignore clyde, storm over there and rip an old man’s spine out mortal kombat style.

So yeah Lincoln wants his sled back, but he can’t do it alone as the old man scares him, hence Clyde coming in. They make an elaborate plan using some careful blueprints.

Their real plan is to have Clyde disract grouse while Lincoln grabs the sled but it fails and mean mr mustard finds it and takes it inside. Desperate, Lincoln prepares to do some crimes and head into his house. Clyde is afraid he’l end up in jail and never get to visit because only family can. Clyde you are family. Plus Prison visits aren’t limited to relatives only, any show with a character in jail storyline will tell you that. But Lincoln makes a valid point that Grouse stole his property.. I still dont’ think this is the right way to handle it and his parents should just go over and ask the loud, irate asshole to give the kids stuff back he stole to be a dick, but this is a kids show and again we wouldn’t have a plot but unlike last time my head dosen’t hurt from this. He’s desperate, he knows that probably wouldn’t work and again he’s 12. 12 year old logic is fine. Naturally he ends up getting caught as Grouse didn’t leave for long, though having found a photo of Grouse with a sled as a kid, understandably fires back on him that he wasn’t always like this. Why he like this. He also has the much farier point that again, it’s his property and “My yard my rules” is about as much a legal rule as a note saying “I can do what I want, ron”. But Grouse understandably, hey he’s a dick but the boyd id be and e, makes him clean up and after Grouse fails to get the loud parents Lincoln, via a comination of a charming family photo and Grouse talking to his sister on the phone, finds out the real reason he acts like this: He misses his family and being on a fixed income can’t visit them often as he tells his sister he won’t be home for christmas to see his sprawling family.

And while it doesen’t excuse his actions.. it does explain why Grouse is so bitter: you would be too if you had a massive family who clealry loved you and your on good terms with.. but through no fault of your own and presumibly despite working hard toa fford retirment you just.. can’t see them. Their there and you have the phone, but you don’t know how to work the internet and it’s just.. not the same as seeing them. Your just seperated from them and can’t be near them or hear their voices or get hugs. Which.. given the current pandemic i’m sure MANY of you can relate to that.. to being seperated from your loved ones and trapped, and especailly many people mr grouses age are facing that. While this special is good even without the context of seeing it this year it especailly resonates and i’m glad I waited this long simply beaause it came at just the right time. Grouse tells him to leave not planning on calling his parents.

So in christmas special fashion, Lincoln is touched byt his story, and feels bad for the old curmudgeon. Sure they don’t get along and the bastard broke his sled.. but again you’d be bitter too in his shoes. The guy has nothing and is alone.. and Grouse has done nothing to deserve that, even with his actions resulting from it. No one should be alone on christmas. So Lincoln tells his sisters, all of whom rally around him, including Luna whose writer’s block is broken as she finally realizes...

And not singing about that was holding her back. Luna has her song and Lincoln, as expected has a plan. And we soon see that plan as Grouse gets a knock on the door.. and finds the Louds, parents included, and The McBrides all there singing him a christmas song. It’s pretty decent and the first time we really get to see Nikka Futterman sing and i’ts beautiful> Ther’ed be better, and worse luna songs to come but this is still pretty neat and sweet. THey came to offer him deocrations, dinner, company.. and a one way bus ticket to his family... presumibly the family will pay the other way or he can easier the day after christmas. Point is he’s touched, and genuinely and sincerly thanks them and invites them in, with Grouse’s actor John DiMaggio REALLY selling it hard.

So our heroes gather for Christmas Eve all together, and under Grouse’s roof with Grouse giving the kids their stuff back having had a change of heart. Sure he misses his family.. but the Louds and Mc Brides have shown him he dosen’t have to shut everyone out as a result. And while Grouse apologizes tht his sled is gone.. Lincoln’s fine with it he got something better. So the next morning we end on the kids opening presents, and Lori saving her boyfriend from axphisxiation, seriously between this and strife of the party i’m really starting to sour on lana. Regarldess Lucy finally belivies in santa both due to gifts nd seeing him last night, while Lincoln finds a sled from santa.. and then goes outside to see Mr Grouse off, recognizing he’s the one who played santa in a really sweet and senitmental bit. The two part on good terms even if Lincoln breaks another window. Things have changed if not that much. Final THoughts: If it wasn’t obvious, I REALLY loved this one. While it has it’s flaws, and Chris Savino sucks dirty ass in thunderstorms obviously.. it’s still a really sweet, well constructed special and I really recommend checking it out. It’s on the nick app if you have cable and on CBS All Acess if you have that. Until next time merry christmas to all and to all a good day.

And if ther’es an episode of the loud house you’d like me to review leave it in the comments or you can comission a review of it for five dollars. Just direct message me to work out the details or send an ask for my discord.

#the loud house #lincoln loud #lucy loud #lola loud #lori loud #leni loud #luna loud #lynn loud jr #lynn loud senior #rita loud #lily loud #lana loud #luann loud #lisa loud #clyde mcbride #harold mcbride #howard mcbride #bud grouse #christmas

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greekletters · 5 years ago

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And, another one..

Here is prompt #2!

“that’s a good look for you..”

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“This is miserable.”

The repetitive sounds of zippers and pulling of fabric echoes throughout the room. The four of you stand on your own tiny pedestals, surrounded by the countless mirrors that line the walls of the room you are trapped in.

“Come on Blake, it’s not that bad. And Nora would be doing this for any of us if the situation were reversed.”

“Not helping, Ruby.” The strain in Weiss’ voice is clearer than the windows of the bridal shop.

“Listen, I hate this just as much as the rest of you. Dresses are totally not my thing. But Nora is only gonna marry Ren one time, hopefully. So we gotta suck it up and-“ Yang cuts herself off by releasing an unexpected cry of pain that makes the three of you jump. “Hey lady! Watch it with those pins! I got a robot arm, not a robot leg!”

“Sorry Miss Xiao Long, it will only take a few more minutes.”

“Yeah, she told us that over an hour ago.” Weiss mumbles under her breath, making you smirk.

“Hey guys! I’m back!” Nora sings as she comes around the corner in her own white dress, seamstress in tow, looking well past the point of frustration. And you can only sympathize. “How is everything going? Perfect, right?”

The four of you “uh huh” in unison. Lies and deceit.

“Okay ladies, well I’m done for the day. So I’ll see you lovely bridesmaids at dinner later tonight! Don’t forget!” And just as quickly as she arrived, Nora disappears back from where she came. Yang releases an audible sigh and you see her shoulders slouch down from out the corner of your eye.

The woman that is pinning something near your waist looks up at you and gives a sympathetic look.

“It’s really great that all of you are doing this for her. She seems extremely overzealous, but the dresses are really lovely.” The seamstress says quietly.

“And pink.” Weiss says through gritted teeth.

“Excuse me, Miss Schnee?” The seamstress questions.

“The dresses are fucking pink. And I HATE pink.” And that is your queue.

“Excuse me, ma’am? Are we nearly done?” You try to be as polite as possible.

“I think we have all we need. Thank you ladies for your patience. Please go ahead and feel free to step into the dressing rooms and change back into your clothes.”

Weiss is already grabbing over her shoulder for the zipper of her dress before she can even get to the door of the dressing room.

“Alright over there, snowflake?”

“Fuck off Yang.” Weiss slams the dressing room door shut behind her.

“Um… Yang that was uh, not good.” Ruby hops down off the pedestal and shoves Yang off of hers. “Come help me with this stupid dress, it’s like a cage. I’m sure Blake can help Weiss without you fanning the flames.”

“Sorry Blakey.” Yang slinks her way into the other dressing room behind Ruby.

You brace yourself before lifting your hand to knock on the door.

“What?” It’s almost growled from behind the door.

“Can I come in there? I would kinda like to take this dress off as much as everyone else.” You give it a few seconds, listening intently.

“I guess so.”

When you open the door, you see a defeated looking Weiss sitting on the bench inside.

“Hey.” Carefully, you shut the door and lean back against it. “You know Yang was just being Yang. She didn’t mean to upset you.”

“It’s not Yang.” She stands up, shaking her head.

“It’s amazing, by the way.” She looks up to meet your gaze.

“What?”

“The pink. Even though I know you hate it. It looks amazing on you. It looks great with your hair, your eyes.” She rolls her eyes and a small blush creeps across her skin. “And your skin.”

“Always a flatterer.”

“I mean it. Pink, that’s a good look for you. Whether you like it or not.”

“Oh hush, I look amazing in everything and you know it. Can you just help me with the zipper?”

When you wiggle your eyebrows, she finally cracks a smile. And she playfully slaps your shoulder when she steps in front of you before turning back to face the mirror, pulling her hair out of the way.

“I will say, while you do look flawless in pink, you would look even better in white.” This immediately catches her attention. Her eyes growing wide in the mirror.

“Blake Belladonna, are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“All I’m saying is that I wouldn’t mind seeing you in a white dress of your own one day.”

She spins to face you, opening her mouth to say something but a rapid knocking on the door cuts her off.

“Hey you two, can you please open the door? I feel really bad and just wanna say I’m sorry.” Before you can even move to open the door, she starts again. “Or are you doing unspeakable things in there and do I need to send Ruby outside?”

You throw open the door to find Yang lurking with a smirk on her face.

“Unfortunately for you, nothing unspeakable has gone on. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to go change as well. Or else we are going to be late for dinner.”

“Whatever you say, Bellabooty. Ruby and I will wait for you two up front.” Weiss steps out from the dressing room in her normal attire.

“You know, you look nice in pink too.”

“Oh sick, I’m gonna throw up.” Yang pretends to gag as she wanders off to find Ruby.

Weiss walks up next to you, placing a kiss to your cheek.

“Let me go change really fast, or else we really will be late for this dinner.” You turn to walk into the dressing room, and you hear the sound of fabric shredding as you step. And you freeze in place.

“Oh my God.” When you look down, all you see is half of your dress laying on the ground between you and Weiss. Weiss is just standing there, one of her shoes standing on the bottom hem of the lower half of your dress.

“Guess it’s a good thing you’ve seen me in way less than my underwear before or else this would be incredibly embarrassing.” It’s all you can really say as you nervously laugh your way into the dressing room to change.

“Guess it’s a good thing I never mind seeing your lacy black underwear.” Her laugh makes you smile. “I’ll meet you up front.”

Now it was your turn to blush behind the dressing room door.

#rwby monochrome #rwby fanfiction #rwby checkmate #Blake Belladonna #weiss schnee

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vivilove-jonsa · 6 years ago

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"Are you scared?"

Thank you @amymel86 for the prompt! My little trip to the local amusement park inspired this meet cute along with a picture I saw on here once of a girl pointing to the sign ‘Single Riders Will Be Paired’ with an adorable grin.

FYI-I still hope to get to as many of these dialogue prompts as I can and am still accepting new ones since I never know what will spark writing joy :)

Single Riders Will Be Paired

Sansa groans as she notices the sign. The Ice Dragon 325 is the hottest new coaster at Wolfswood Amusement Park and the queue is long. So, of course the boys want to ride it again…for the fifth time today as the sun is going down.

“One more time!” they’d begged with the most undeniable puppy dog eyes.

But Big Bro Robb had been forced to make a break for the closest trash bin after the park’s dubious fish tacos and ride number four so Big Sis Sansa is now obligated to ride with them.

Granted, Bran and Rickon take exception to this, saying at fifteen and eleven they are perfectly mature enough to ride the coaster without a ‘legal guardian’ present.

“Tell that to the people on Zombie Blasters Apocalypse.”

“We were just really into it!”

“Shouting ‘It’s real! They’re coming for us all!’ and inciting a panic isn’t just being ‘into it,’ Bran. And neither is hiding behind the host stall in the hopes of sneaking back on after you’ve been banned for the season, Rickon. Just hope Robb and I don’t tell Mom and Dad.”

The pair of them had given her the stink eye and the silent treatment all through the queue after that.

But now, they’re nearly to the front and Sansa’s staring at the steel monstrosity and feeling decidedly queasy. If only Arya had come today instead. She’s not fond of roller coasters, especially not ones like this. Two minutes and twenty-six seconds of sheer terror await. A 200 foot drop at the start with unnatural G forces in the inversions and speeds up to 80 mph, it doesn’t sound like anything the human frame was meant to endure in her opinion.

“Gods above,” she murmurs before turning to the boys. “So, this is my first time. Who wants to ride with me?”

They both continue to give her the stink eye. Boys.

And here’s the other thing that doesn’t make her a coaster enthusiast. She hates the over the shoulder harness system with these kind. There’s just something so oppressive about feeling pinned to her seat. Not that she’d want to go flying off mid-ride but being trapped, held down is something akin to a phobia for her.

When the gates open for them to board, her heart starts fluttering madly and every instinct is telling her to run. The boys are perfectly big enough to ride alone and it’d be hard for them to get up to much mischief on a ride like this.

However, like they’re on autopilot, her feet follow the path to her seat with the boys right in front of her.

It’s two minutes, Sansa. You can do this.

Two minutes and twenty-six seconds…Sweet Maiden.

She’s trying to buckle her restraint despite her shaking hands when the attendant calls out: “Single Rider, here! We got room for a Singer Rider!”

Great. She doesn’t want some stranger squeezed in beside her as she battles a hopefully mild and outwardly concealed panic attack. But she hears a voice call out and suddenly there’s a body climbing in next to her.

She catches a faint whiff on cologne or aftershave (a pleasing scent and nice contrast to the multitude of people here who seem to have forgotten to apply deodorant this morning…including Rickon) and then she sees a mop of dark curls, a head turned away from her as her fellow passenger reaches to secure his end of the belt.

When he turns so they can join the two halves, she’s met with dark grey eyes and ridiculously kissable lips.

“Hey,” he says in a quick breathy way. Gods, he’s gorgeous.

She opens her mouth to reply but the overhead harness is coming down, blocking conversation for their few remaining seconds before blast off.

They’re off before her seatmate looks her way again and Sansa’s heart is pounding once more from her upcoming terror.

Or maybe not.

The view’s quite lovely really as they climb the lift hill. She doesn’t care for the rattling sound of the chain pull but she can block that out and look around. She can see for miles. There’s mountains in the distance and she can picture herself as a bird, free to fly and not held back by anything at all.

Until…

“Why have we stopped?” She tries looking behind her but her view’s restricted by the coaster cars and her harness. “Bran? Why have we stopped?!”

“I don’t know. It’s a new ride. Maybe it’s just a safety check.”

How can he be so calm? How can anyone be calm? Why is she the only one who’s on the verge of having a total freak out here on the coaster after coming to a stop for all of fifteen seconds?!

“Are you scared?”

No, I’m peachy, she’d like to say. She whimpers instead.

“Sorry. Stupid question. I’m Jon. Are you okay?”

She hates to admit she’s not but she is not! “I’m…I’m Sansa and I’m not okay.”

“Okay, Sansa. Is that your brother ahead of us?”

“Yes, both of them.”

“Did they talk you into riding this?”

“Sort of.”

“We did not!” Rickon shouts. “She just doesn’t trust us to behave!”

She hears what sounds like a chuckle from Jon before he’s talking just to her again. “Would you rather me talk to you or shut up?”

“Talk to me. Please, talk to me.”

So, he does. He talks about innocuous things, gently testing out topics that help her relax. It helps more than she’d expect. They’re both students at Winterfell as it turns out.

A scratchy voice comes through an intercom and reports the delay is temporary and should be resolved in less than thirty minutes.

“Thirty minutes?!” she screeches, all of Jon’s calming progress completely forgotten. She’s suffocating. The restraints are cutting her in two. She can’t breathe. She’s trapped and there’s no escape. She’s going to die here.

“Hey, we’re okay, I promise. We’re going to be okay. We’re stopped and there’s steps here along the track if they can’t safely get the ride moving for us to use. May I hold your hand, Sansa?”

She nods as best as she can, not trusting her voice right now. His hand is warm and a little sweaty just like hers. She doesn’t care. She holds it like its her lifeline.

“I hope it’s not thirty minutes,” Jon tells her next. “I was in such a rush to ride one more time. I should’ve hit the head first.”

“No shit,” she snickers, suddenly feeling marginally better with his admittance.

“Well, I just need to pee but yeah.”

She laughs harder but that reminds her of the restraints again. “I don’t like feeling held down,” she whispers, not sure if he’ll hear her.

“It can be a very unpleasant feeling,” he says softly, his thumb lightly caressing the back of her hand in a regular pattern. “Let’s take a few deep breaths together and think of something else.” They take several breaths. It helps. “I feel like humming. Would you want to hum with me?”

It’s ridiculous but it works to relax her even further.

“I want off this thing!” Rickon shouts suddenly, his own voice edged with more than a little panic.

She’s the big sister and she’s here with them. “We’re okay, Rickon,” she says, looking to Jon and finding confidence in his smile. “They’ll either get us moving or get us off as soon as they can.”

“Robb’s going to be worried,” Bran says next.

“He knew we were riding and I’m sure they’re keeping guest informed of what’s happening. All he has to do is look up, right?”

She’s feeling better than she’d expect between holding Jon’s hand and having the boys to take care of.

“Robb?” Jon murmurs beside her.

She glances his way and the question is pretty clear. “My older brother. Too many rides combined with fish tacos.” She makes a gagging face and Jon starts laughing.

“Oh, gods…that’d be nasty. Good thing I got you and not him next to me.”

She tightens her grip on his hand and they’re grinning just as the chain pull rattles back to life and they continue their journey.

When it’s over, she’s sure her hair’s a mess and she knows Robb’s waiting to take them home. But she hates to say goodbye to Jon and think she’ll never see him again. Maybe they’ll run into each other on campus. She wonders what he’d say if she offered him her number. She doesn’t have to wonder very long.

He’s got his hands stuffed in his jeans pocket and biting at those kissable lips of his. “So, Sansa…if you’d care to get stuck on a roller coaster again sometime…or maybe go grab something to eat instead…” He’s blushing and it’s really adorable.

“I guess I’d need your number in case I’m heading on any more coasters…or maybe if I decided to grab a bite to eat later since I was wise enough to avoid the theme-park fish tacos.”

He gives her his number and then starts walking away backwards through the large crowd exiting the ride as long as he can just to watch her. She can’t stop smiling as he does.

Once he’s out of sight, she puts her arms around her brothers who apologize for her horrible first experience on the Ice Dragon.

“Oh, it could’ve been worse,” she says before clicking a picture of that notice sign and sending Jon a text: Single riders will be paired and this single rider feels like pizza tonight if you’re interested.

His reply that he would love that comes through within seconds.

#jon x sansa #jonsa #meet cute #dialogue prompts #amymel86 #jonsa fanfiction

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toontown-rewitten-cconfessions · 7 days ago

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I think Cathal deserves more appreciation outside of having a cool/cute design and being lazy. I really like studying their character cause the more you think about it the more kinda tragic they are if that makes sense. Like they show signs of being depressed, like their apathy and the lack of motivation.

Also like they have full view of the top of sellbot towers, they’ve most likely seen their dad get pushed off several times. That’s gotta affect their psyche in some way man.

I remember actually someone asking abt that on a dev stream and I don’t remember the exact words but I remember them answering “There’s a reason why people are how they are” or something like that

I really wish people dug into Cathal’s character moree

#confession #anonymous #toontown #toon town #toon town corporate clash #toontown corporate clash #ttcc #trap gag: queue

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victory-cookies · 6 years ago

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Devon

A/N: Here’s Devon! She’s the demon character I promised y’all so very long ago.

She’s sort of a weird mix between Transcendence AU demon mechanics and Good Omens-style enby demons that choose to present one way normally but can and will use different pronouns or dress differently if they so choose and my own bullshit imagination.

So yeah, here’s Devon (aka Casia, which is her “demonic title” and translates to lavender, which is why Jonas calls her Purp), my polygender, pansexual demon that uses she/her pronouns and is a fucking bastard of a memelord. Enjoy.

@obsidiancreates @a-humble-narcissus and ask if you want to be tagged in my ocs stuff!

(Story under the cut)

Devon had never been a fan of summonings.

She stood in the middle of her circle, her eyes burning indigo on black. The hooded members of the cult that had summoned her were organized in a ring around her, still humming a faint chant that made her head buzz.

“Who dares summon me?” she boomed, conjuring a burst of purple flame around the rim of the circle. She tried to ignore the still-detectable tang of the blood that had been used to paint it on the rock floor of the abandoned quarry that the cultists had convened in. She also tried to ignore the voice in the back of her head, telling her exactly where that blood had come from.

One of the cultists stepped forward, his orange and yellow robe flowing behind him. “Your Terribleness, we assemble before you today to humbly ask your service. We are in awe of your presence, m’lord— er, lady. Casia, we know of the terror you have wrought, of the chaos you incur, of the—”

Yeesh, she thought, rolling her eyes. “Alright, I know, I’m pretty fucking amazing. Get on with it, Candy Corn. I can’t take you seriously in that getup.”

The cultist paused in confusion, and Devon bit back the urge to smirk.

After a second, he collected himself enough to continue. “We would like to make a bargain. We want influence. We want to be the ones really in charge, the ones pulling the strings, the ones who have the real power, controlling the government and the higher-ups from behind the scenes.”

Devon nodded. She always loved a good shadowy figure in the background, the sweet taste of the chaos it caused when just enough of its corruption bled through for the public to see… she could work with this.

She grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs. “That’s a pretty big ask, Corn Boy. What will you be offering me in return?” She leaned in closer to him. “Your souls?”

She sensed the cultist smile behind the shadow of his hood. “We have sacrifices.”

With a clap of his hands, three struggling figures were shoved forward by other cultists. They collapsed to the ground in front of her.

She felt the memory of bile rise in her throat. Three children, bound and gagged, looked up at her in terror, tears running down their bloody, grime-covered faces. Her body went cold with rage.

“Okay, woah, are you shitting me? No. Fucking. Deal,” she growled, pushing up against the bindings of the circle. “How dare you offer up something that doesn’t belong to you? If you want your prize, you need to offer up something of yours, not the lives of innocent kids. I’m not some sort of mildness killer. I only take what’s mine to take.”

“I don’t know if you have much of a choice,” the cultist chuckled. “You and I both know that you won’t be able to escape those bindings until a deal is made and we let you leave.”

Devon growled at him, but she knew he was right. Whatever circle they had used was more powerful than she was used to dealing with (she pushed back the voice in her head telling her that they shouldn’t know how to do anything like that, that no one should. She didn’t have time for that.).

She was trapped.

“Oh yeah?” she said anyway, mustering a strained smirk. “I could be out of these in a snap.”

The cultist tsked. “These bindings could hold a demon far more powerful than you could ever aspire to be and you know it. So do we have a deal or not?”

“You’ll regret this.”

“Oh, but we won’t. These bindings are unbreakable, and you have to do what we want, or you’ll be stuck here forever. No regrets there, my friend. Now, let’s—”

“Hey, Corn Boy, sorry to, well, break it to you, but bindings can always be broken.”

Devon and the cultist turned to see two of the cult members with their hoods pulled down. One was a young Asian guy with pink hair, holding an imposing sword, and the other… well, Devon couldn’t quite tell what they looked like, because at that second, they transformed into a rather smug-looking panther.

The pink-haired kid winked and disappeared, and the panther charged.

The cultists scattered as they attempted to get away from the cat, which growled and began to take swipes at anyone nearby. The cult leader dove out of the way as it turned to pounce at him, and quickly scrambled away.

Devon gave a small snort, feeling the beginnings of mass chaos. She had no idea who or what the hell those kids were or what they were doing, but as she watched the panther roar and then smoothly transform into a fucking dragon, she knew she definitely appreciated the theatrics.

“Hey, Purp, how do you break a binding circle?”

Devon turned around to see the pink-haired kid suddenly standing behind her. He was staring at the intricate circle in confusion.

She blinked. “You’ll, uh, you’ll have to destroy some of the runes. In order. Or you may get killed by energy blowback.”

The kid looked up at her. “Well, that would be... bad. I assume you could tell me which runes to destroy?”

Devon nodded. “You can use that, uh, that sword you have to scratch them out… may I ask, though, why you have a sword? And why you're in a cult? You're, like, twelve.”

“Sixteen,” he corrected her, looking offended. “And I’m not actually in this cult. I’ll explain stuff… after. Poet can only buy us so much time, y’know.” He hefted his sword. “Now, what’s up first?”

Devon quickly glanced behind her to see the cult still in mass confusion, the dragon— Poet, she assumed— roaring loudly and setting robes on fire.

She turned back to the kid… er, teenager. “Alright, first do that squiggly one— no, the other one. Yeah.” She then pointed at another rune across from the first one. “Hit that one next. Also, what’s your name, kid?”

He began scratching at the dried blood. “Hey, I may be trying to save your life, which I'll admit does seem ill-advised, but I’m no idiot. I’m not telling my name to a demon.”

“Now the triangle one there...” Devon rolled her eyes. “You told me your friend’s name.”

“Shit, I did,” he mumbled, and Devon laughed. He huffed, chipping away the last of the rune. “Fine. I’m Jonas.”

“Jonas…” she purred, taking another glance behind her. “Well, Jonas, you might want to hurry up there, because I think we’re about to get some company.”

On queue, one of the cultists turned to face them, their eyes widening in surprise. "Hey, he's trying to free the demon!" they shouted once they realized what was happening. A few cult members began to run towards them.

"Fuck, fuck, what's the next rune, Purp?"

Devon clapped her hands together. "The round one with the line right there," she said before taking a deep breath. "Alright, once you do it brace yourself, kid. The circle will be unstable as hell, and, well—" she made an explosion noise and wiggled her claws.

Jonas nodded. "You got it." He touched his sword to the rune. "Let's do this."

He drove the blade down into the symbol.

The binding circle exploded, sending a shockwave across the quarry. It sent cultists flying into the air, and the dragon stumbled back in shock before transforming back into a person.

Devon cackled, feeling her full power rush back into her fingers.

"NO ONE FUCKING BINDS ME!" she boomed, her voice echoey and filled with static. She threw out her hands, and a wave of lavender fire swept out towards the cultists. "I WILL TASTE YOUR BLOOD AND YOUR SOULS."

Jonas let the barrier he had put up around himself drop and stood up, rolling his eyes as their green glow began to dissipate. "Well, that seems a little much, but—"

Devon pounced at the cultists, hands flaming, ignoring him.

He shrugged, lifted his sword, and charged.

***

The cultists didn’t stand a chance. Devon was a ball of rage, tearing people apart left and right, hellbent on vengeance. She grinned wickedly, feeling the fear she was creating roll down the spines of every cultist in the area, screams echoing through the quarry.

(And credit where credit was due, she could see the two kids going to town as well, bashing their own little group of cult members. How sweet of them.)

After only a few minutes of fighting, the quarry floor was littered with bodies. The leader of the cult knelt on the ground in front of Devon, holding a gash in his shoulder. Devon growled at him, contemplating the merit of eating his soul right then and there.

The cultist took a laboured breath and looked up at her, defiance lacing his expression despite the fear she could smell radiating off of him. “I thought you didn’t do killing.”

She grabbed the front of his robe and jerked him into the air. “I’m not in the business of killing innocent people. I like myself a nice, healthy dose of chaos and panic, kid, and I’m always down for some righteous vengeance. Not pointless, sadistic bloodshed. To be completely honest, I wouldn’t hurt a fly.” She pulled the man closer, her fangs inches away from his face, and grinned. “You, however,” she hissed. “I would maim.”

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It, admittedly, wasn’t the first time Jonas or Poet has seen someone’s soul get eaten, but it still made their stomachs turn as the demon reached into the cultist’s chest and pulled out the shimmery mist that comprised his being and shoved it into her mouth.

After a few seconds, she appeared beside them, smiling concerningly widely. “Thanks for the help there,” she said.

Jonas nodded slowly. “Yeah, no problem. This cult’s been making trouble for a while now, so it’s nice to be done with them…” He looked around her to see the bodies scattered over the ground, blood pooling beneath them. “... although I may have gone with a less-bloody option, y’know?”

Devon shrugged. “Take what you can get, kid. I’m assuming that that’s why you were dressed up as cultists? To thwart them or some shit?”

“I guess that’s one way to put it…” Poet said, raising an eyebrow.

Devon smiled wider, revealing wickedly sharp fangs. “You did a good job of it.” She paused and clicked her tongue. “We don’t get a lot of supernatural beings around here anymore. A telekinetic and a shapeshifter, huh? Must be nice to be from a universe where that’s normal.”

“Yeah, it’s—” Jonas’ eyes widened. “Wait, how did you know we’re not—”

“Demonic omniscience, kid. Also, you smell weird.”

He blinked a couple of times, and Poet chuckled.

Devon sighed and inspected her claws. “Well, I suppose I ought to be going. It’s been nice meeting you two. If you ever need some help, just holler.” She looked up at them. “I’m usually known as Casia, terror the Dark Forest or some other dumb title like that, but that’s bullshit. You can call me Devon. Anyway, hasta la vista, kids!” She winked and disappeared in a flash of purple fire.

“Well…” Jonas started.

Poet snorted. “I like her. Now, c’mon, Park. We have more cults to bash.”

#my writing #my ocs #devon #jonas #poet #holy shit I didn’t realize that it turned out that long #jeez #why can’t I write that much fic?#maybe I will one day

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the-wandering-whumper · 6 years ago

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Do you have a favorite SGA episode?

I have several. Do you have a minute? 😂 Not surprisingly, these are all John whump eps. Because, let’s face it, he’s my favorite.

1. Search & Rescue - hands down my favorite: collapsed building, John trapped in the rubble and impaled by rebar, refusing proper medical care, instead getting “patched up” and going on a rescue mission he has no business going on. Ronan trying to get McKay to talk John into staying in the jumper, popping stitches and having a bloody hand when he checks on it, unable to lift his hands above his head and groaning and bending over when he tries to because of the pain, infirmary scenes 😍😍😍

2. The Seed - takes an antidote that effectively kills him for a minute, causing a serizure, flat line, CPR... all to then allow him to crash a jumper into a tower, save his teammmate and get impaled by a vine.

3. Common Ground - this one is like a whumpers dream: he’s kidnapped, tortured by a Wraith as it feeds on him, turns into an old man, and it all happens in front of his team as they’re forced to watch via video feed. He’s gagged, shaking, screaming... it’s glorious.

4. 38 Minutes - another one for the record books: weird alien bug attached to his neck. All efforts to remove it are futile, not to mention entirely unpleasant for John: paralysis, pain, screaming, sweating, panting, pleading, all over comms and audible to Atlantis. Not to mention the fact the jumper is stuck half way into the Stargate and in 38 minutes half the ship will disappear and they’ll all die. Queue killing John with the defibrillator to finally get the bug off, trying to restart his heart, then dragging his lifeless body into the event horizon to preserve him until they either all die or figure out how to get unstuck. And this was like the 3rd ep into season one! Talk about a gold star start to a series 😍

I have more, but those are my top 4 in no particular order.

#stargate: atlantis

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anvils-and-dynamite · 6 years ago

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Hey, Felix! - A Review of The Twisted Tales of Felix the Cat - Guardian Idiot

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Viewing the series as a whole, we could say that Twisted Tales is a mixed bag: not only in the sense of “the ratio of good to bad episodes is like a 50/50″, but, since it suffered from too many cooks in the kitchen during its production, we can see episodes taking entirely different directions.

The current plan is to review the three first episodes of the series: these were the very first ones I’ve watched and the ones that made me fall in love with the series, and we’re going to attempt to pinpoint exactly why. At first, I wanted to approach all three at once, but I think it will be better if I tackle them one by one. Still, I’ll keep this video that has all three because it’s got the best quality I could find.

GUARDIAN IDIOT

- 1:09-2:17 - We start not with Felix himself, but with the villain of this episode! And a pretty memorable one to boot! You just can’t go wrong with the morbidity of the meat industry, especially in a setting where animals are sapient.

Highlights of the Butcher’s presentation are:

(1:09-1:17) introduces us to the main subject and the place the villain operates in: a fast food restaurant where people are chowing down burgers in a rather gross and even brutal manner (pay close attention to the background lady)

One of my personal highlights of the Butcher’s presentation is the dialogue with the lady who asked for salad (1:17-1:31). I’m not an expert on comedic timing, but I like how he politely follows her request with “And what kind would you like?”, to prompt her to say “What kind do you have?”, only to deliver that brief, explosive “NONE!”.

Look at his face. He was trying to lead the conversation to that point all along. Whoever was acting his voice was having a blast.

(1:31-2:02) L I S T E N T O M E N O W

Ok we get to the Butcher’s proper musical number, which give us a taste (HAH) of what to expect from Twisted Tales:

Things appearing where they don’t belong (like the beefed-up steer (HAAH) inside the banana)

Objects coming to life (I know, it’s weird to classify meat as an “object”)

And a tinge of the disturbing (animals being turned into pies/sausages yet still singing, a roast pork being fed to a family of pigs)

- 2:02-2:17 Somehow, the Butcher has run out of supplies. I like how the guy spends 5 good seconds pondering until he reaches the conclusion he has to get more meat. The cricket providing the sounds to signal an “empty” room is a nice touch, and so is the Butcher noticing it, picking it up and just chucking it aside like “naah that won’t do”

- 2:18- 2:28 And here he is, the star of the show! I love Felix as a street artist here, and how everyone runs away when he removes the top of his head as a hat to ask for tips. Yes, it could be interpreted as nobody wanting to pony up some pennies for the poor cat, but I really prefer the “body horror” route better (we’ll see a more extreme case of this in a later episode). This, coupled with Felix’s main issue (”Man, am I hungry”), portrays him as someone who tends to get the shorter stick in life, which makes him especially sympathetic to the audience and especially vulnerable to the villain.

- 2:28-3:04 These next scenes are brief, and the purpose of that is to take us to the kicker of the episode: Felix meets Butcher, Butcher lures Felix inside his restaurant/slaughterhouse with the promise of free food.

Seems that the Butcher is making things up as he continues with his plan, at least as I see it when he says “I’ve... got something for you!”. Observe how he looks up, thinking, and then, when he comes up with the rest of the sentence, his face stretches up in a smile and rolls his eyes, denoting his weirdo mannerism. It’s the small details like these what makes this character so fun to watch. And Felix’s enthusiastic “Oh boy!” while the Butcher prepares a cleaver behind his back!

We get some more old school cartoon weirdness with the Butcher sniffing Felix with his elongated eyes, what I assume is a string of meat-related puns (I’m sorry, my hearing is not that good) and some more subtle silliness, such as the Butcher giving Felix the menu in the shape of a playing card.

I really like the Butcher’s joyous glee he takes in murdering innocent animals. You know, the kind of stuff you could really enjoy in fiction. Or maybe it’s just me and my love for cackling, over-the-top maniacs.

-3:04-3:29 So this is the situation: our MC is about to be slaughtered alive by a sentient meat grinder (which by the way it’s a pretty good reflection of our villain’s cruelty). It’s interesting to put Felix in such a helpless situation right at the start of the series, but it’s pretty much done for the purpose to give way to the real meat (HAAAH) of this episode. Felix’s scream for help takes over the whole screen and reaches heaven...

- 3:29-3:46 ...and a guardian angel apprentice is tasked to help him. I’d like to point out the queue of taller, more muscular, arguably more handsome angels: they are there to contrast with and underline the goofiness of the one Felix gets assigned to (complete with buttwings and straight up falling from heaven hollering). It’s nice to also get a motivation for him (”If I do good, I can get rid of these... training wings”)

We’re mostly focusing on scenes and how they work in these reviews, but I’d like to point out the background for heaven. I like sunset-like gradients that much.

- 3:47-4:16 The eponymous Guardian Idiot presents himself to Felix (not before getting a reminder of the trouble the cat is facing) and tells him he can take him anywhere he wants. This is where you realize the whole Butcher plot’s purpose is to take Felix to wacky places and have mini-adventures in them. Here is also where we can see better that Felix’s guardian angel might be... somewhat incompetent, with his ”Uh-oh, I’m thinking, but I’m not hearing anything!!” bit and him checking on a tourist guide, taking his sweet time while Felix inches closer to the meat grinder. But he finally does his magic and...

- 4:16-5:21 The reveal of Felix being underwater is done like the following: First, Felix takes some time to chill on a hammock and lazily gaze at a fish swimming above him... then he realizes something’s fishy (HAAAAH) and then it zooms out to reveal that he’s on a sunken ship! And he’s not alone: there’s a crew of skeleton pirates who also want to make mincemeat (HAAAAAH) out of him! Look at that wild take Felix does (4:31), that’s another tinge of the disturbing I like so much.

We also get the first instance of Felix using his tail as a tool or a weapon, in this case a sabre to fend himself off the pirates. We get some more lovely cartoon shenanigans as Felix finishes his confrontation with the skelepirates (like the bone unicycle and the gossipy ship figures), but it abruptly ends when Felix gets trapped inside a clam and asks for help again. This, in turn, makes his guardian angel appear again. Felix is not happy at all with his wish and asks him to put him “on dry land”

- 5:21-6:35 “...It sure is dry”. The water joke falls a bit flat to me, and I don’t quite get what’s going on with the snowing log cabin (is it a reference? or just for the sake of randomness?).

And because you can’t be a Toon and not be in the desert without seeing some mirages, here we have Felix suffering from double vision and dancing cacti. I really like the gag of his pupils multiplying because he’s seeing double, as well as the “deserty” version of the can-can.

(5:58-6:19) Is our boy Felix learning from a certain someone or what

Again, Felix gets in another life threatening situation and happens to stumble across his angel again, who is building a sandcastle in the desert. I really like it when Toons engage into casual activities in life-threatening environments. Felix requests to be put somewhere else (not before getting a shot of the vultures chasing him) and...

- 6:35-6:58 We get a short string of sequences of Felix being put in increasingly ludicrous scenarios (seriously, what’s going on with the cult and the clown chase). Fed up, Felix asks the angel to put him back where he was, even if he’s supposed to save him. Reluctantly, the eponymous Guardian Idiot does so, and comes to watch Felix’s fate

- 6:58-7:35 Back to the slaughter house, the guardian angel mourns Felix beforehand, feeling bad that his incompetence did not help him at all. We get a shot of Felix on the edge of death and then the Butcher enters the scene, eager to get some fresh meat for the restaurant. I really like how he notices the “fairy” weeping and straight up goes like “GRANT ME A WISH”. He’s so unfazed, like screw it, awe is for weenies. And yes, the angel is so heartbroken he’s willing to serve the bad guy, but then...

Well, it goes as well as you expect with a wish such as “make me that fattest, greasiest sausage in the world””. Was it incompetence or that the Angel finally realized this is his chance to save Felix? You decide.

- 7:35-7:55 So we get a happy ending with Felix congratulating his guardian angel (”What do you know? You’ve saved me, after all!”) and we even get to see him getting his new wings (airplane wings because of course we gotta crank up the silliness whenever possible). And just in case the villain being turned into a sausage wasn’t disturbing enough for you, as the iris closes out on Felix, he pulls out a burger that might or might not be made out of the Butcher...

And that’s it for now! I’m glad I started this review because it made me notice things I haven’t noticed about my favourite series before, what makes it what it is, and what makes me love it so much. I think the two next episodes follow the same formula, so we’ll check on them sometime. Stay tooned!

#felix the cat #the twisted tales of felix the cat #anvils presents #toon #cartoon review

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laffiteslanding · 6 years ago

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Between old DuckTales, new DuckTales, and decades of comics, I’m surprised Scrooge McDuck and Duckburg have never had much of a presence in the parks. Any ideas?

Conspiracy Theory: Disney has been so focused on profit-margins lately so that they can afford and fill a real life Money Bin attraction. This all makes sense when you realize Scrooge McDuck is Iger’s favorite character.

Okay, but seriously this is a great question. You could go in a dozen different directions with this, especially if you bring Scrooge’s globe-trotting into this. If you went that way you could make a sort of kid-friendly Indiana Jones Adventure-type ride with a more light-hearted tone and more cartoon gags. Make it a race against Flintlock Glomgold to find a treasure of some sort. But this sort of ride wouldn’t really fit anywhere.

If you go full Duckburg (which would be incredible), I have a more fleshed out idea revolving around saving Scrooge’s lucky dime from a Beagle Boys/Magica De Spell combo in a madcap race through Duckburg. Queue would be a tour through McDuck Manor with Carl Barks-style paintings of Scrooge’s past adventures lining the interior walls. Ride vehicles would be helicopters in a similar system to Peter Pan’s Flight, with onboard commentary from Launchpad. Scrooge and the nephews would appear throughout getting closer and closer to recovering the dime before eventually getting trapped on top of the Money Bin. With all hope lost, Launchpad would crash us into the villains, saving the heroes and the dime with the final show scene being us and the ducks celebrating inside the Bin. And, Scrooge being Scrooge, we’d exit through a gift shop. Maybe make the ride and Duckburg an extension of Toontown?

But yeah if they ever want to add more classic Disney stuff into the parks Scrooge/Ducktales and Ludwig Von Drake are both strong contenders!

#shorthistorian #asks #ducktales #woo-oo!#armchair imagineering #disney

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daysswithyou · 7 years ago

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III. Jae - Truth

Characters: Jae x you

Genre: slice of life, fluff, romance, bff-ery

Words: 6.1k

Description: enemies to lovers!jae

Warning: slight (very slight) swearing

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School.

It’s one of the things you have a love-hate relationship with.

You love coming back to once again immerse yourself in the subjects you enjoy studying for but at the same time, you hate having to back amongst the crowd of raucous boys – and you’d thought that college-aged boys would be more mature than that. You could go on and rant for days about how much you couldn’t stand all the rowdy people in school but there was just one thing that would beat all of that – Park Jaehyung.

Boy was a plague that should be avoided at all costs.

He would always have some trick up his sleeves, each one more drastic than the last one. It baffled you how he managed to get away with all his jokes and you were beginning to think that he possessed some sort of magic that would allow everyone around him (including the teachers) to forget his antics.

You’d always been the prim and proper one, the kind that never stepped a toe out of line. As all your friends called you, The Perfect student Y/N: always on time for handing up your assignments and being where you should be.

Naturally, for people that do not fit within these neat rows, you tended to avoid them. Not because you looked down upon them, but simply because you knew that you wouldn’t click well with them. Therefore, it can be said that you didn’t go out to find trouble, trouble found you instead.

“What’s on your lunch menu today, Y/N?”

“I’m going to go with some Japanese food, been craving that stuff for days now.”

It was a normal queue experience; save for a few pricks that always cut the queue. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the sight – why can’t these people just queue up like everyone else? But alas, in life, there are bound to be pricks around so you just let it slide.

“What’s with that long face?”

“Queue-cutters is why.”

Your friend Rachel merely gave you a small smile, twirling her fork in the air a little before saying, “Just let it slide.”

“I would, but when you only have a 30 minute break and these people take up 10 minutes of your time, surely you would be bothered.”

She suddenly stopped twirling her fork in mid-air before focusing on something behind you.

Or to be more accurate: someone.

“Hey Y/N?”

On instinct, you reacted to your name and the next sensation you were aware of was someone’s lips on yours.

And that certain someone was Park Jaehyung.

In the beginning there was the sensation of your brain going numb from the shock and all you’re aware of is the feeling of his lips on yours – they feel soft? Like really soft; think marshmallow soft. But once your brain got past that stage and alarm bells went off in your head, you were harshly pushing him off and acting on instinct.

A sharp crack resonated through the entire canteen and you only realised what you had done when you felt the stinging pain on your palm.

Half of you were angry at him for pulling that prank on you, but the better half of you was feeling guilty for hurting him.

Before you could work out an appropriate response to the scene that both of you had caused, Rachel was dragging you away from the cafeteria and for the rest of the day, when you caught your reflection in the mirror, you found yourself involuntarily remembering the feeling of his lips against yours.

It didn’t help that you had many shared lessons with Jae (reason why you knew he was so infamous in the first place)

Seeing him gave you terrible flashbacks of That Day and the snickers from the rest of your classmates weren’t helping very much. In a bid to reduce your chances of being the target for his next prank, you chose a seat right at the back of the classroom, which was far enough from him, in your opinion.

But it seems that fate loves to deal you a shitty card so within the next 15 minutes, you found yourself face to face with him, your official designated partner for the year end History project.

Just as you were lost in your own thoughts (cursing and swearing at your terrible luck), you saw a hand waving in your peripheral vision followed by a snap of the fingers that brought you out from your trance.

“Huh?”

“A penny for your thoughts?” Jae asked with a quirk of his eyebrows. He then stretched out his arms along the length of your desk before propping himself up with his elbows as his cheeks rested on his knuckles. He then used the fingers on his free hand to drum lightly against your desk and for the first time, you notice the thin black band on his middle finger.

You leaned back in your chair, backing out of your own personal space now that he has taken over that space. You frowned a little, baffled at his behaviour.

How is he so…calm? After that prank that he pulled and the fiasco that he caused, how is he so calm around me?

But seeing as to how he didn’t seem fazed at all, you decided that you would not be the one to make things awkward, and opted to put that incident behind you.

“Nothing. Let’s get started.”

“Sure.”

The next hour went by uneventfully as both of you decided on your thesis and you thought that, maybe, just maybe, that you could possibly work with him.

Well, you thought wrong.

Jae was an absolute PAIN to work with.

Nothing about the project went to plan – all thanks to him. His research always came late and he was never on time for your discussions. You were seething inside – but – enough time had been wasted.

It was in these moments that you decided to put your intelligence to good use – so – cost-benefit analysis right? You decided that the cost of wasting time reprimanding him was less than the benefits of making headway for the project so you simply settled for rolling your eyes at him before getting started on the project. After a couple of such incidents, you were now used to him running off mid-way during your discussions, leaving you to burn the midnight oil just to get through your thesis bit by bit.

Day of submission was finally approaching and with your knowledge of Jae performing for the upcoming school festival, you knew he wouldn’t have time left to meet you so you merely left him a text, asking him to get the last few paragraphs out over the weekend at his own time. You got an “ok” emoji back from Jae a couple of hours later and you left it as that. But when you checked back on the document the morning before submission, you nearly spit out your coffee all over your pristine white laptop.

The document was blank, entirely BLANK. Submission was in 10 hours’ time and the document was…BLANK? Fury surged through your veins and right at the moment, the devil called.

“YAH Park Jaehyung!”

“Y/N it’s 8am in the morning, why are you screaming into my ear?”

“You’re unbelievable. You have the audacity to ask me WHY I’m screaming at you at 8am in the morning? Tell me Jae, what do you think I’m screaming at you for?”

“Eh…that’s because the document is still blank?”

“Thank you for your response, I see you still at least have half a brain left to give me the correct answer.”

“Look, I’m sorry, band practise ended late last night because we had some loose ends to tie up. But thing is I’m calling you now…”

“You’re calling me because?”

“I need help with the thesis. I’m at the Coffee Time, could you come down to help me out…?”

Getting no response from your end of the line, Jae decided to use the magic word.

“Please?”

You took a deep breath as you closed your eyes to do a quick analysis in your brain.

1. You do not help him and the cost is that you get a bad grade for History – you might even fail.

2. You help him and in that manner tacitly condone his deplorable behaviour.

As much as you hated yourself for it, you knew the decision was a clear one.

“I’ll be there in 30 minutes. But you sir, better get something out in the meantime because I will give you hell later when I see you.”

“Gotcha sweetheart, thanks.” You heard him make a vague kissy noise before the line went dead. You positively gagged before hauling yourself to the bathroom to make yourself look presentable.

You found him in the corner 30 minutes later sipping on black coffee with 3 other empty cups around him.

“What are you running on – pure caffeine?”

“Unfortunately so for the next 10 hours, I’ll crash properly once we hand up this assignment.”

Right at that moment a cup of green tea latte was placed in front of you and you couldn’t even mutter out a thank you before the waiter disappeared behind the counter again. Then the afterthought hit you: you hadn’t even ordered anything yet so what was this?

“Jae, did you order this?”

“Honey, you’re asking the obvious.”

“Just checking…how’d you know I usually get this though?”

“That’s, like, the only thing you get whenever I have to meet you here.”

“Didn’t think you’d have noticed…”

“I notice everything. I just don’t necessarily comment on it.”

In response, you raised an eyebrow before taking a sip of the familiar sweet drink.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. Ok but I really need help with this thesis, could you come over here and look at this real quick?”

Shifting your body over to sit beside him, you focused your eyes on where he was pointing at on the screen and you did a quick scan of the paragraph he just wrote.

"I think you can explain further on what motivated the Soviet Union to end the Cold War. There are more reasons than just these."

"Like?"

You'd then spent the next 15 minutes explaining it to him before he finally got what you were saying. As he nodded in understanding, you were about to scoot away so that he had space to type but soon you were trapped within his arms.

Instead of asking you to move, Jae simply moved his long arms over your body before letting it settle by your side. So there you sat for the next 10 minutes, trapped between his chest and his right arm, as he typed out the paragraph. As much as you wanted to critique as he wrote the paragraph, the close proximity of your bodies was too distracting for you. Those 10 minutes also gave you sufficient time to realise how your small frame fitted nicely between the crevices of his body; he didn't even seem awkward typing with your whole body stuffed between his. You made a mistake of glancing to your left and you caught a glimpse of his milky white collarbones, realising your height difference just by sitting down.

I'm probably only around the height of his shoulder.

"Done. Help me check?"

You merely nodded, and you finally could breathe again after he kept his arms back to himself.

"This seems fine."

"Woohoo yes baby."

"Yea just keep typing. I'll move back."

"No just sit here. It's more efficient if I type and you check at the same time."

Tugging you down by your wrists, you found yourself wedged between Jae and his arm once again and the cycle repeated itself for the next 5 hours until he finally got the last word out.

"And...we're...done! Alas!"

Jae then raised his arms above his body in a stretch before allowing himself to sink against the comfortable plush seat. You'd let him catch a few moments of rest as you scanned through the document one last time. As much as you hated his lax attitude throughout the process, he was able to produce quality work in the end and you suppose you can't really argue with that.

"Oi Jae." You slapped his biceps as you tried to shake him awake.

"Hm?"

"We need to get this printed and in his letter tray within the next 2 hours."

"So?"

"So let's get this stuff printed!"

"Alright relax. We can get it done here."

"What, in the cafe?"

"Yea. Gimme a moment."

Taking the thumb drive from your hands, Jae disappeared behind the counter into the kitchen and reappeared a few moments later, as promised.

"Done. Let's just wait here for the next few minutes."

"How'd you even..."

"That, darling, is called connections."

"Ok I get that but we need to establish something: you need to stop addressing me with all these terms of endearment. I have a name that you can use, you know?"

"But that's so boring!"

"Excuse me; are you insulting my given name?" You peered down at Jae's figure that was now sprawled out all over the couch, narrowing your eyes at him as you placed your arms on your hips.

Jae, unfazed as always, merely cracked an eye open to look at you before shutting them again.

"No, that isn't what I meant. I think you have a great name Y/N, I sincerely do. It's just that everyone calls you that and I wanna do something different, ya know?"

"And, what for?"

"Well, just because I am original."

You were in the middle of formulating your thoughts when a stack of papers landed beside you.

"Jae-hyung, your papers."

"Oh thanks Wonpil."

You cracked a small smile at the red-haired boy and he gave you a nice eye smile back before disappearing behind the counter again.

"Let's hand this in and call it a day."

When both of you finally placed the document in your lecturer tray, it felt like an entire weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

Walking along the largely empty hallways, Jae brought up the idea of dinner and you were bickering with him about suitable dinner options when you froze as your grip on Jae's shirt tightened.

Coming straight in your direction was your worst nightmare. It felt like death was coming - you could almost feel the icy cold fingers of death wrap around your throat. Why now - after all your effort to forget him?

Your cheating ex was currently walking towards you and by his side was the girl that he cheated on you with. It felt like getting shoot. Twice. It took you a year to forget the humiliation, to be able to walk down the school hallways comfortably without feeling like everyone was either staring at you in pity or disgust. It took you another 6 months to stop thinking about him daily, and another 6 months to start meeting new people again, to start being alright with talking to someone of the opposite gender.

It took you so long, so, very, long to finally settle into a new routine and get back to living your life like how you used to.

But just the sight of him sent your house crumbling, leaving it in shambles again.

It was all too much to take in and you swore you stopped breathing all the way until you felt someone tug your chin towards them.

"Hey Y/N, stay with me and listen to me ok? We're just gonna stay like this till they're gone and I'm gonna talk to you. I'm gonna laugh, I'm going to say nonsensical stuff. All you gotta do is play along but if you can't do that, just nod your head when you hear me say something."

"Ok."

"See, that's it. You're doing great. So back to the question: what's for dinner today?"

"Eh. Eh. Eh...sushi."

"Sushi. Perfect. What's your favourite sushi?"

You were about to open your mouth when their loud peals of laughter broke your train of thoughts. You physically winced at the noise - like that noise hurt you. You swear you heard Jae curse under his breath and now he was pulling your hair from behind your ears to cover your ears before he whispered into them.

"Ignore them. Just close your eyes and lean your forehead against my shoulder if you need to. Don't look at them, don't process their presence."

Right at that moment as they walked past, Jae took you into his embrace, his hands deliberately covering your ears and his shoulder obstructing your view of them. When he was sure that they were gone, he then let you go slowly before peering down at you from his superior height.

"So we were saying: sushi for dinner?"

"I want to drink."

So there you found yourself a few hours later, empty plastic containers lying in the sand around you, a bottle in hand as you took another chug from the lip of the glass.

“So you’re the type to drown your sorrows in alcohol.”

You let the bitter liquid burn through the back of your throat, your face turning into a grimace. With tear prickling the edges of your eyes, you turned your profile towards Jae before saying,

“I found that it’s the most *hiccup* effective *hiccup* way *hiccup* of drowning out one’s sorrow.”

“Ok you’ve had enough for tonight, give me that.”

Jae proceeded to take the bottle from you before placing it down on the sand beside him.

“Also…I’m not crying because of that asshole…it’s just the alcohol…”

“Ok you’re babbling nonsense now Y/N.”

“No I’m serious!”

“You just downed 3 bottles because you saw him today.”

“Do you always have to be so brutally honest?”

“I just am towards you because I know you can handle it.”

“Prick.”

“I might be one, but at least I’m nice enough to drink with you.”

And to that, you didn’t have a defence so you just turned back to face the sea, watching the moonlight illuminate the surface of the midnight blue sea.

“If you wanna say something, I’m all ears.”

You scoffed a little, not quite sure how to respond to Jae’s offer.

“I don’t even know where to begin.”

“If you have no destination in mind, where you start doesn’t matter. You can start anywhere and end up anywhere and be alright. I’ll just wait here.”

“True. It’s just that…it’s just that I’ve been trying so hard, but I don’t think I can ever fully let go of what he’s done to me. And it scares me to have to live with this baggage for the rest of my life because it makes me feel like I’ll never be able to find love again. I know it sounds silly – because he’s just 1 guy out of the billions of people that make up the male population in this world. But once is enough to make me scared. But I don’t want to be scared.”

Jae merely hums in understanding and this goes on for the rest of the night – you spilling all your fears and secrets out, in which the only witnesses are Jae and the moon. At some point you ended up crying (though you don’t remember why or how you started) and soon you were breathing in the familiar cologne scent as Jae gently slips into the space beside you and holds you close.

Close enough to make you feel comforted, and almost close enough to help stick your broken pieces back together.

Jae didn’t know why he was so kind to you – almost everyone else was just a subject of his pranks but he felt so strongly for you. Admittedly, you were once (and only once) a subject of his pranks, but for Park Jaehyung to partake in the act of comforting someone? Even Jae knew that was something out of his league.

But he felt compelled to do so; maybe even obliged to do so. He wanted to make you feel better, and to stay by your side to make sure that you were alright.

You thought you would be able to get rid of Jae once the project was over but boy wouldn’t even leave you alone for a second. Your phone would blow up every minute, the screen displaying some notification from him. He was literally everywhere – blowing up your social media and messaging applications. Jae would also “mysteriously” appear at the café whenever you were studying there, claiming that he was “coincidentally” there when you were. That happened a couple of times – until you called him out for him and very publicly told him that he could have just asked if he really wanted to study with you. From that day onwards, study sessions became official. On most days they were fine, but you hated days when you had to deal with Jae that was running low on caffeine. Those were the days where you bickered with him so much, it felt like both of you were enemies once again. He would also turn into the most distracting thing in the whole world, successfully earning dirty glares from patrons around you. Once, it got so bad that Jae, with a quarter of his mind still functioning, had asked you to strap him to the chair with a cable tie.

“Strap me.”

“What?”

“I said strap me!”

The whole café immediately turned to stare at the both of you; even Wonpil had stopped making his coffee because of what Jae said.

“Jae, would you stop being so loud! Now people are going to think that I’m some kinky girl holding you hostage!”

“Sorry, I didn’t realise how loud my voice would be. But please, Y/N, could you just strap me into the chair? If not I swear within the next 5 minutes I’m going to run back to the dorm, waste my entire weekend away, and fail this test on Monday.”

“Are you serious about this?”

“Yea! I even came prepared.” He held out a bunch of white cable ties in his hand and you gingerly took some of them.

From your spot under the table, you hissed at Jae,

“Seriously who taught you this?”

“No one. I was just staring at the loose cable ties Sungjin had on his table and decided that I could put that to good use.”

“This is why I would never let you make the plans.”

“This is also why you’re smart – because no one ever lets me make the plans.”

Everyday your interactions with Jae stayed the same but gradually over time, something changed. And it took a whole lot of stumbling and falling (literally) before Jae realised what had happened to him.

You felt someone step on the back of your shoes and the next sensation you're aware of is falling forward. Judging from the gasps around you, you figured you must have had a pretty nasty fall even though you don't feel the pain yet.

Just as you managed to get yourself up into a sitting position, someone was already by your side and you'll be able to recognise this voice even from a million miles away.

"Give me your hand."

Without even waiting for you to say anything, Jae was tugging your wrist gently towards him as he slowly poured water over the wounds on your palm. It stung, and you tried to suppress your hiss of pain by biting onto your lips.

"I've washed off all the dirt for now; we'll get that dressed at the infirmary. Are you hurt anywhere else?"

You shook your head and proceeded to stand on your own, only to fall again if it hadn't been for Jae's hand supporting your waist.

"And someone said she wasn't hurt anywhere else."

"I'm not lying! It really didn't hurt just now until I tried to apply pressure on it..."

Looking at you with his eyes, Jae sighed a little before crouching down before you, his wide back towards you.

Tapping his shoulder, he said, "Get on. I'll carry you to the infirmary."

"Wait, what, no!" I can walk there myself!"

"Don't make me-"

Just to prove your point, you tried to take a step towards the school building but all you did was yelp in pain.

"OK I'm doing it."

Before you could register what was happening, Jae was carrying your bridal style.

"Eppp!" Unused to the feeling of being off the ground, you involuntarily let a yelp slip through your lips as you buried your face into Jae's neck.

"Scared of heights?"

"Yes..."

And of course, it wouldn't be Jae if he didn't decide to tease you a little.

He proceeded to toss you into the air before letting you drop lower into the ground, just to get a reaction out of you.

"Jaeee!!!"

"Ok, ok I'll stop...let's go for real now."

You don't show your face for the rest of the trip to the infirmary and naturally, you miss the soft smile on Jae's face when he feels your grip on his neck tighten as he holds you a little closer to him.

Setting you gently down on the bed, Jae then walked around getting supplies from the different cabinets around.

"How do you know this place so well Jae?"

"Let's just say I'm a frequent visitor to this place due to my pranks that go awry."

You nodded in understanding as he makes his way over to you with his hands full of supplies.

"Hand."

You stretch it out as you did just now and Jae gently applies the ointment on for you, blowing at it every few seconds to ease your pain. The sensation of his breath against your wrists causes you to shiver, which earns a response from him.

"You cold?"

"No..."

He raises an eyebrow, says nothing else and goes back administering first aid for you.

"Better now?", he asked, as he smoothed the band aid over your wound.

"Yea."

"Don't move. I'm gonna get the nurse over to check on your leg."

In 3 jogs, he was out of the infirmary, leaving you behind, slightly missing his touch.

"No walking for a week."

"What?"

"Yea you heard me right young lady. No walking for a week. That was a pretty bad fall. Anyone you can call to pick you up?"

"No. They're out of town."

"Relatives."

"None either."

"Well then, guess I gotta keep you here till someone can come and get you."

You fiddle a little with the sheets, unsure of what to do next. You didn't expect to be spending the night here...in your gym clothes...

"I'll stay with her."

By now you don't ever botherb

"By all means, Jae. I'll be back tomorrow morning to check on her. And you young man, better keep your hands to yourself."

"What? I am hurt Mr Kang, how can you have such a bad misjudgement of me?"

"You're not known for being the Troublemaker King for nothing. See you two tomorrow!"

With a click of the doorknob, Mr Kang left the two of you alone, for the night.

Seeing as there was nothing better to do, you decided to lie down on the bed and ignore the dull ache in your ankles.

"I'm going to stay right here, so just call me if you need anything."

Jae then tried to settle into the bed next to you. Keyword: tried.

"No, not there!"

"Why?"

"Too close." You then made a shooing gesture with your hand, and Jae finally got the message.

Rolling his eyes a little, Jae slid off the bed into one further away, leaving a gap of 1 bed between the both of you.

With his back facing you, he said in mock amusement, "Is this ok for you now, Your Highness?"

"Yes. Stay like that and don't face me."

He said nothing and merely stuck a thumb in the air to signal "ok"

But once he heard the rhythmic rise and fall in your breaths, certain that you had fallen asleep, he quietly turned over to face you, a small smile tugging on the corner of his lips as he watched the way the moonlight softly lit up your face, making you glow like a fairy.

And in that moment – something within Jae snapped. Why was he smiling? Why does his heart feel so full watching you finally at peace? Why does this moment feel so sweet – sweetness that can rival even the sweetest, most diabetes inducing candy in the world? Jae tried to put the pieces together: that overwhelming need to protect you, that urge to be in touch with you every single day, the small sense of loss whenever he doesn’t…

And the urge to want to hold you close and call you his forever.

Jae understood what that all meant immediately.

I’m in love. Holy shit I’m in love with Y/N.

Once you finally got better, you were back to your daily routine of studying with Jae at the cafe. Although he didn’t seem to be studying much these days; he always seems distracted by something, and was a lot more fidgety around you as compared to others. He couldn’t look you in the eye anymore, and his hands would immediately retract the moment they made contact with yours. He was constantly tapping the end of his pen on the pages of his books, or humming the occasional odd tune. It was driving you crazy and – you snapped.

“Park Jaehyung what is wrong with you?”

“Nothing!”

“Oh really, it’s nothing? You’ve been fiddling around with things for the entire day! And you’re telling me it’s nothing!”

“I’m serious, it’s nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me! I know something is wrong so would you please just say it and then get it over with?”

“But there is nothing to say.”

I don’t have time to play guessing games with him. I am this close to ruining that pretty little face of his.

“Fine. If you don’t want to say it and your heart isn’t into studying today, you can just go, you know?”

He chewed on his lower lip before throwing his hands up in the air.

“Fine, Y/N, if you’re so angry with me, I’ll leave.”

“What? Jae I’m not angry at you, I’m just saying that if you can’t focus today, maybe you could use a break.”

“Now I’m going to throw your words back at you: don’t lie to me Y/N. I know what you truly mean when you said that.”

“Ok, then leave. You’re just being completely unreasonable now Jae.”

“I am.”

And without another word or so much as a backward glance at you, Jae took off down the flight of stairs, leaving you exasperated. That felt like the final blow dealt to you and for the rest of the night you tried to fight back the tears whenever you thought of the fight you had just now.

It wasn’t the first time you’ve fought with Jae ever since you knew him – but why did his words just now hurt and sting so much?

For the rest of the week, none of you said anything to one another, both your pride being prized much more than the friendship. But you won’t deny it – you missed hearing his voice, missed hanging out with him. When he wouldn’t even acknowledge you when you walked past one another in the hallways; not even a glance in your direction, it felt like the ghost of your past relationship was catching up with you again. The fear struck deep into your core – what if this is really the end of your friendship with Jae? You wondered: was it killing him as much as it is killing me?

The answer: Yes.

For the past one week, Jae also had to battle with his inner feelings. Whenever he saw you, he wanted to run up to you and just hold you tight but he can’t do that – not after his outburst, and not before he could figure out what it was that he wanted to say to you.

After much debate and self-berating, Jae decided that the best thing to do would be to just say it. So he decided to call you one night, and he knew you missed him as much as he missed you when you picked up on the first ring.

“Hi.”

“Hi Jae.”

“Hey, erm, can we talk?”

“Maybe not now…I’m still the café.”

“Why are you still at the café? It’s already 10pm, you should be resting.”

“No I can’t rest yet…”

The weariness in your voice was evident but Jae knew what was on your mind. You were having one of those moments again – worrying too much and doing too much, so much so that you’ll neglect yourself. It was these moments in which you’d knew Jae to pull you out from the cage you’ve trapped yourself in; your own mind.

“Y/N I’ll be there in 5 minutes. Don’t move.” And he didn’t even wait for your response to know that he’s been given the green light before he sprinted off in search of you.

When he got there, the whole place was empty and he found you sitting by the corner, at the same table both of you would always use. He found you with your head against the table and he treaded over carefully.

“Hey.”

You lifted your head slightly and he could tell you were in bad shape. The circles under your eyes, your pale lips and the lines along your forehead all said too much – though he could see the fire in your eyes as you fought to keep that flame alit.

“Hey.” He tried again to reach out to you, this time holding your hand in his and he used the other to tuck your hair behind your ear.

“Hi.”

“You need sleep.”

“I look that terrible, huh?”

“Yea you do. Come on, let’s get you home.”

He then proceeded to stand before he got pulled down by you again.

“No I haven’t gone through this chapter yet, if it comes out tomorrow-”

“You’ll answer it just fine Y/N. You’ve already gone through this once when you taught me, remember?”

“That doesn’t count.”

“It does. Come on now…”

“No I can’t.”

“Y/N, please stop making me worry, I love you and-”

“What?”

“Whatever you just said – say it again.”

“What did I say?”

“That 3 word phrase – say it again.”

“I said what?”

“You just that you loved me.”

You watched as his eyes grew wide and he slapped a hand over his mouth. That’s when you heard a very muffled “shit” come from his mouth.

You stood up to face him closer and said,

“Did you mean what you said?”

“I messed up, this wasn’t how I planned it in my head but since I’ve already said it, let me finish it.”

He tugged you by your wrist towards him before trapping you in his embrace.

“Y/N – I love you. With all my heart, I do. Fate and time has brought us closer together and I couldn’t be happier. I’ve managed to find someone that I want to protect and treasure for the rest of my life – and that someone is you. I’m usually good with words but in case – screw it. In case you can’t hear my thundering heartbeats, I’m going to tell you now that it’s racing at a hundred miles per hour and this is the best confession I can think of right now. I promise that with more time, I’ll become better with my words but for now please accept my heart.”

“I hate you Park Jaehyung.”

“What? I just said that I love you very sincerely-”

He was cut off by a very sudden attack on his lips and his mind that was already goo became even goo.

“I hate you because you chose the worst time to tell me this. How am I supposed to sit for the exam without this moment replaying in my mind?”

His face lit up at your comment but that smile immediately turned into a smirk,

“Well, in this case, maybe I should make things harder for you.”

“Jae, no! This much for a night is enough.”

“Just kidding – I need you to do well so that we can go on our date in a good mood.”

“Date?”

“Yea, of course! I need to bring you out on a date! Park Jaehyung not bringing his girl out on a date to show off as to his friends? Unthinkable.”

Concern washed over your features and Jae immediately lifted your chin and connected your foreheads together.

“What’s wrong?”

“This…this isn’t a joke right? This is not another one of your pranks right?”

“No, this isn’t a prank. I’m done with those. This is real, this is true, ok?”

“Ok.”

You smiled very softly and Jae connected your lips once, twice, then again and again. He did it again and again, until it was enough for you to see the truth behind his words.

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