#“he shot in the gap” NOOOOOO

[lordhuachengzhu]

Thinking about writing a gay erotica trilogy about American football, here are the titles

The Tight End

Man on Man Coverage

Eligible Receiver

[titanicfreija]

(In)humanity

"You claim to feel pain."

"I do feel pain."

"You also have said numerous times that you don't mind being shot."

"I said I don't think much of it. I'm still gonna try not to. If I could get shot and just feel the pain without taking any physical damage, I would still try to not get shot. It sucks. I just... Don't let getting shot stop me, don't let the idea of it keep me out of places, so on and on. My shields and armor are strong, so it takes a few blasts to get through, most of the time I'm only gonna take some bruises and a little heat. There's this gap between running away and Sunny patching me up and my shields returning, that's when... Oof. Nothing left between me and a lead slug-- can I swear?"

"You may."

"Stop encouraging her!"

"I think to annoy our mutual friend, I may even challenge you to add as much vulgarity as possible."

"Light, noooooo..."

"I would fall real short of expectations, I just say fuck a lot."

"A pity. You will learn."

~

"Hope so! I was talking about getting shot directly-- Fuck that. It's like lava if lava used my hammers! You can feel it ripple through everything! And I'm still too tough to die right, so they have to do it twice, maybe hit my head properly. I hate that shit!"

"The damage to your body as your shields break is different, somehow?"

"It's like being beaten eighty percent of the way to death, and then the last twenty is gone pretty fast? Not that being beaten to death is great or anything, but the alternative is getting shot or burned."

"Have you ever considered attempting long term survival?"

".... Can I make a joke?"

"Please."

"I told you before, I've been alive for a whole week straight."

"Ha!"

"We've joked about it, but it's only jokes. I would get bored. Sunny would, too. Even if we quit fighting, I'd go do stuff that got me killed."

"Hmph! For instance?"

"She's crushed herself with falling debris because she moved the wrong support on multiple occasions."

"That. We've already decided we would try and clean up Earth and lay some global networking, and maybe mark off radiation zones, so on."

"Remind me to tell you why I love that idea later."

"Has there ever been an injury or death traumatic enough to stop you?"

"Probably... Delay. Never stop. Not yet."

"Your voice bears a distinct waver. Is Sunny threatening again?"

"Yes."

"Do not interfere."

"She keeps trying to lie when she feels her humanity being challenged."

"Oh? I wondered why someone practically unstoppable would claim otherwise."

"I... Have no idea what that even means. What?"

"I'll explain later. Stop giving the answers you think you're supposed to give."

"... 'kay. No, I haven't been so wounded that it got me to stop for more than a regroup. I have given up before, but I came back after I found a new weapon or armor piece or mod kit or whatever."

"Are there any particular injuries you can recall?"

"Ummm... You'll have to be more specific, it's all kinda flashes but nothing special."

"Are there sensations associated with healing?"

"It's usually--wait, by Sunny or just Light in general? I can heal with mine."

"Can you?"

".... You know, I was just fine telling you about dying on the field but for some reason, talking about my Light feels awkward?"

"Hm."

"Uh... So, I can heal myself because... Solar energy is generative, and the energy can be used to hasten growth."

"What are you quoting?"

"My roommate. He called Arc traveling and Void destructive, too. Parallels to subatomic shit. He loves these theories."

"Is he correct?"

"I couldn't tell you. It comes naturally. He has to overthink everything. My fire is warm to me and burns the shit out of everything else. I like my fire's heal, but it doesn't relieve pain like Sunny's. It's... warm."

"That's the only word she ever uses."

"I see."

".... I am really really trying here to come up with a way to do the analogy thing... Like my heart's on fire in the best way. Warm like your sleeping bag if you fold it right, like a hot bath on aches. I can feel stuff growing back, kinda, but more like the fire is filling in the gaps until the meat can come back."

"I see."

"Sunny's heals are cool. Ice compress, wading in cold water when it's hot, letting cool air under the blanket. It's. Dry....? Like a med hall?"

"Have you ever been in a medical ward?"

"Not for me, but they smell like nothing and it feels like anything I cut there wouldn't bleed."

"This is inaccurate, but I take what I imagine to be your meaning."

"Yeah. But so, it feels more like it's being cleaned and repaired. Numbed, stabilized, cleaned, and restored is what it feels like."

"Interesting. Do you have a preference?"

"...."

"Don't lie."

".... I wasn't gonna..."

"Stop lying, too."

"... The fire...."

"Why?"

"Dunno. It's warm."

"Hmph!"

~~

Hard Questions

New Angle

Honest

Radio Chat

Scripted Questions

Battlefield

Fear

Enlightening

More like Interrogation

(In)humanity <-

Underlying

Ghost Affection

[theskyexists]

Found out the curse of chalion has a sequel!!! Very well-written of course.

Romances in it always a bit questionable I thought. Very much so. Based in basically nothing and also huge age gap. And now again though less pronounced and the writer makes the girl lose the race just to infuriate the guy because he didn't actually win that way. Why not JUST LET HER WIN. Why not make it clean why do these dynamics have to be fraught and shit. I know the society is sexist but my god.

I guess winning wouldn't have hammered home that he was being a stupid ass. But damn. If this writer pairs Liss off with Ferda OR Foix though Foix might be better, I will certainly have to idk. Be mad about it

Why should Ferda fetch Liss when she's been given LEAVE

But anyway, the god talk is much heavier and less subtle but still such a pleasing system that I like it.

Loving how cynical and bitter Ista is about the gods. And they sure deserve it!

WOW!!! THE ACTION HIT AND IT WAS GREAT!!!!

Now THIS romance is looking better.

DY LUTEZ!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!

Does suck that the best characters, Liss, Dy Cabon and even Foist are split off from the pov

NOOOOOO HES MARRIED

Well... The bastard seems weirdly sexually harrassy

WHEN!!!! ARE WE GETTING A LESBIAN UP IN HERE!!!!

Ista is VERY taken with Liss. More taken with her than anyone ever - she enjoys her spirit her body her wits her energy and even her voice. When she hates everybody else or is indifferent to them lol. But I guess she just gotta find the man who makes her laugh -_-

Truly we got the Bastard but zero lesbians.

Is she really gonna get her romance with Illvin...

Yeah... The brothers trade life-time...ah Catti can manipulate Arhyns body this way...

So Illvin. Some random dude in bed is gonna be the man who makes her laugh cos he's smart and makes jokes.

Yep I knew it. Arhys took the dagger and Catti transferred the wound to Illvin. Does Arhys know though. Probably not.

Damn what is Ista thinking. Clearly Illvin is talking about sorcery. The woman had a demon and attempted to rape Arhys then marry him with magic - but Illvin prevented it. Then somehow the knife got into Arhys

The narrative seems to scoff at Catti for her grief - as something childish. Illvin nor Arhys cries. As though losing your most beloved brother is nothing. Maybe in a world where the afterlife is proven beyond doubt it really is almost nothing...

Glad Ista continues to rightfully criticise the fucking gods

Foix really is a fool for using his magic and quadruple the fool to not consider it a terrible fucking violation to meddle with Liss's mind for his own sexual benefit. God fucking damn. Why the fuck does he need to be told this. He was supposed to be smart

Once again, Ista and every other character spits on Catti for her grief. They don't see her strength of will and willingness to go to the very ends for Arhys or her emotion as anything but an annoyance and unwise. Even Ista who recognises it as her own, is repulsed by it. The narrative never considers whether Catti might indeed be brave and deeply human for doing everything in her power to keep the man she loves alive.

I would. Has the author ever felt real grief - to present it with such disdain ?

They don't even bind her wound.

This is less well-written than the first book. Not because of the attitude towards grief but because of the languid pace

When is Ista going to realise any kind of fucking power to stand up against these damn sorcerers. If they can snap bowstrings, start fires etc. Then they can bring down the fortress no problem

If all your shit starts breaking and rotting and rusting and becoming sick you're pretty much done for in a siege

Everybody is dying before anyone even started fighting in ONE DAY

So I guess author needed Ista to be depressed for Illvin to shoot his shot. But damn. Why is he the one to be like: hey maybe your sight could be USEFUL. She made a point of it herself that Arhys could not be touched by magic. There's so much repetition in this also, as though the reader cannot be trusted, though the dialogue is pleasant.

What. Ista didn't even give Catti any time to reconsider. What the fuck. I HATE how the main character and the author treat her. Give her a choice but not the patience to parse it, to work through her grief, to grab on to the very last thing she can. FUCK these people. FUCK ista and fuck the author. She really HASNT experienced grief the way Catti has. Bitch

I don't like it as much : how the gods work through Ista as they did through Cazaril. Because Cazaril was unaware and he chose wholly by himself it seemed..while Ista is poked and prodded and gifted all the time. Here she simply meets a god who gives her a gift and all is solved.

How can she intimidate demons so much when she doesn't seem to be able to make any good on her threats.

In a world where dying is coming home to your benevolent parents - it would indeed be silly to fight so enormously in the face of death as Catti does. She didn't even let her say goodbye. Only because she couldn't instantly switch tracks. What a fucking bitch. The kid is only in her early twenties

But now they haven't even tied her up even though she's a goddamn sorcerer

In a way, this sure seems a kinder way of doing war...

Ah yes the ligature and ability to direct life energy.

Kind of annoyed and sad that the Bastard is such a fucking perv

She's like: Liss you shouldn't come bc your soul will get eaten. But let's Illvin come...

Again, a bit sad that Ista"s main opponents are relentlessly other women who she disdains for one or other reason. Wouldn't be a problem of course if there were so many others whom she might respect

I understand Arhys wanted a good death in battle but dude...if they'd NOT attacked the sorcerers and instead had Ista take Joens demon and its tied demons then the sorcerers might have all lived. I guess Ista needed her soul dilated first by the Father of Winter or something. Before she could ... Eat souls? Why would that be?

Creepy how the Bastard implies the gods drink human souls.

Somehow she perfectly saved Catti's soul but not these.

???? She leaves Foix's demon?????

Ista somewhere along the way went from: I FUCKING HATE THE GODS AND I CANT EVEN ESCAPE THEM IN DEATH. To : to become a ghost and disappear is awful - never considering it for herself. And wanting the Bastards heaven.

FOIX actually achieved demon balance??? So that's fucking possible??? By not plundering its power or getting eaten? So all along it was possible for the demon to exist in the world without it eating a soul dead?

So only the men fell sick? And the women could do archery all along?

There's also how sordso the sot is made fun of for his poetry ...would be good if they could convert the whole of Jokona to the Quintarian model. The extreme gender roles in this do sit a little URGK with me especially because they are almost cosmologically prescribed.

Guess my god would be the Bastard, because I couldn't even BE a dedicat of the Daughter - as thats for ...men. lol. At least the warriors. Don't know what other dedicats are out there.

There's a pronunciation guide. I never really have trouble with pronunciation I always feel like Dutch makes fantasy pronunciation and also approximations of Japanese pronunciation very easy and intuitive.

Fascinating really that their solution for stopping the war is now to continue the war and defeat the Roknari. Why not aim for another marriage... It's the same argument Hero made - that only Empire can bring peace. But that is such fucking bullshit...but maybe peace is a lie.

[vexx-the-egg]

ARCANE 4TH EP BLIND REACTION (spoilers ahead)

Warning this is just going to be a lot of gibberish ;-; sorry i was loopy on pain killers 

God I fucken love the Nouveau vinyl hggnnn!

Damn that guy looks dope

The SCENERY SHOTS IM GONNA CRY

My friend "you just want to listen to the into again don't you?" YEAH AND ?!?!

Butter fly OoO

NEW RACES! (are we gonna see this in game??)

Wow that guys beard is super blue

MY SWEET GIRL!! (Caitlyn!)

(That guys gotta be a one of the director/easter egg/crew members this is the second time I've seen em.)

OH? HOT EVIL LADYS BACK?!

O: O: Fire lights!!

Hello (not ekko) cool owl boy(probly not ekko) with voice changer(definitely ekko) and a clock motif (ekko???) who's leading a cool undecity (show me my boy)fraction

LMAO SHES A HORROR MOVIE MOSTER .Her Fucken braids I cant .Oh THOSE GUYS ARE DEAD

Nooooo jinx they just wanted to stop drugs you didnt have to(aw shes so cute tho look at her design!)

Oh oh oh fuck

D: DDDDDDDDD::::::

Oooh oh fuck yeah whoo

Hm yeah that guys definitely dead

O:

O,:

Ohh no the PTSD

Please let go D:

....

Aw no victor))):

Poro!

Now no one has to die terrible deaths yay

Victor rest please):

Vi hands....SOON

VICTOR HANDS!!

Sick he aded a lazer!(oh wait)

Look at cait doin the detecting (:

Man that poor guy :/

OH hes alive!!!

Wow they really just left him that's terrible

Bitch boy does not deserve a tooth gap he has ruined the sanctity of tooth gap

CYBER PUNK BAYEBEEEEEEE

damn they realy changed the last drop shit man

ITS THE SONG IVE BEEN OOOJ FOR THIS SONG EVEYWHERE

Okay shes right tho. Big hot lady is sort of right.

Ooh a

Hmmmmmmmm this doesn't feel like a healthy relationship mmmm

Like I get they both have the trauma and neurodivergence but hmmm this feels very narsacisit drivin.

Oh so that's why he stabs his eye it's a micro dose hm

Victory nooo whys he sick D: hes got the sickness already )::

DAMN SHES HOT

aw why is Jace the only one on the billboards

Raises eyebrows

Oh they FLIRTIN

Girlboss male wide

Jinx baby that not safe

Psychosis in MY video game!

Oh nooo ghost D:

NOOO NOT THE HEX CANCER

Viixtoorrr

Noooo dont cover him up with a CUP THATS RUDE!

Blue hair guy again! (Wait is that my caits dad?)

MY SWEEET GIRL!!

Hes so supportive  jace why cant u see victors cute smile😭

Oh no

*no one liked that dialogue option* Starts speech, imeadietly ends it (big anxiety vibes i feel it)

His mama so proud tho

But his gf isnt oof

Cait is too cool to get bulied

Oh mann these people are gonna due arent they

Oooohhhh noooooo

Oh shit JINX! ahhh well shit

Oh nooooooooooo

Uh oh shes girl bossing pretty close to the sun here

Damn are you gonna throw himerdinger under a bus like that

Does he even want this

All these years same music

Shes def nerodivergent

Damn those chipped nails (relatable)

I mean she did deliver

Oh man this keeps making me sad

Ocelot Caitlyn

tHOSE SHOULDERS CAITLYN MY GOODNESS

She HAS A BALLERINA BUILD OH MY GOD

Oh hes not kidding

OH FUCK IS THIS A PRISON

ISNIT TIME IS IT TIME

oh hes still alive!!!

Oh!

OH!!

OHHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

NO FUCKEN THOUGHTS HEAD GAY HEAD SO SO SO SO GAY!!! OH MY GOD SHES HERE

[imjusthereforbatfam]

Never-Ending Encore, ch. 4

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5

Chapter Summary: Eden is just fine, thank you very much. Stitches? Hospitals? Noooooo thank you, sir.

Warning: minor swearing, minor blood, injured character, nonchalance towards death

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Chapter 4:

“Hey, you okay?”

“Gah!” Eden snapped toward the sudden voice — too fast. Her vision went black.

Someone swore as the earth careened under her, spinning like a carousel gone wild. She slipped into the darkness, her stomach doing somersaults. It was as if a powerful storm had caught her and twisted her outrageously high into the air, leaving her hurtling blindly toward the earth.

Something strong grabbed her, holding her steady. Eden blinked, her sight gradually returning from the blackness. Everything continued to sway and she groaned in dizzy displeasure.

“Easy there,” the strange, familiar voice urged. “Easy.”

She did her best to focus on the red figure in front of her. It swam around in her vision before eventually settling in place. A shiny red… something above a strong pair of shoulders. A… head? No, no. It was a… a… Eden furrowed her brows, trying to pull the word from her murky mind.

A helmet. That’s what it was. And she knew the man wearing it. She remembered the angry look of his “eyes” and the way he’d towered over her. He’d frightened her. But then he laughed with her — and then he laughed at her. She squirmed as the memory grew clearer.

“Hold still,” he ordered, his voice sounding more robotic than human. Under his brown jacket, a red symbol popped against the dark grey of the rest of him. A red bat.

Was that his name? No, no— it was Red Hood. He wore a red helmet and a red bat, but Red Hood was his name. He’d made a joke about it. She remembered.

“Shit,” he hissed, looking down. “You’ve lost a lot of blood.”

Blood?

Slowly, Eden became aware of the pressure on her neck and the sticky wetness there that went all the way down her shirt. Then she noticed the same with her left hand. She tried looking down at them, but Red Hood forced her chin up. For that brief moment, her hand was empty.

“Hold still,” he said again.

“Okay,” she murmured, still struggling to come out of her daze. She felt the pressure on her hand again. “Are you holding my hand?”

“No. I’m trying to stop the bleeding.”

“Oh, okay.” She furrowed her brows. “Why?”

“Because you’ll die if I don’t.”

“Well, that’s not such a big deal,” she mumbled, confused by the gravity of his words. “It’s fine if I die, you know.”

Red Hood shifted and stared straight at her. Despite being unable to see it, his gaze was piercing. It drilled right through the fog in her mind, making Eden realize what she’d said. More importantly, she realized what it sounded like. Especially to someone who didn’t know.

“I’m sorry!” she said jolting forward. Red Hood pushed harder against her neck, forcing her to lay against the building again. “That wasn’t—” She glanced down, embarrassed but trying not to move her head. “That wasn’t what I meant to say, I swear. I meant to say… um… I don’t know what I meant to say but it wasn’t, uh, that.”

Red Hood didn’t respond. The angry glare etched into his helmet’s white eyes amplified the intense, unreadable emotion coming off him.

Eden looked away, her face hot. From the corner of her eye, she caught the sight of one of her dead attackers.

“Um. So. About those guys…”

“Don’t worry,” Red Hood said gruffly. “They’re not dead.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t sound so disappointed,” he scoffed.

“I’m not disappointed!” she said quickly. “Just…”

“Surprised?”

“No! … Okay, maybe a little,” she admitted. “But are they really not dead? You kinda shot them, Mr. Hood. Where I come from, that generally kills people.”

He made a short noise. “They’re alive, I promise.” He moved her head slightly, readjusting the pressure on her neck. “You’re the cookie girl,” he said after a moment.

Eden blinked at him in surprise. She didn’t think someone like him – a masked vigilante, an ex-mob boss and killer, a hero – would remember a random spaz like her.

It wasn’t a question, but she still nod—

“Don’t nod.”

She totally did not nod.

“I’m the cookie girl,” she confirmed with a smile. “Nice to see you again, Mr. Hood. Though I wish it was under better circumstances.”

Red Hood hummed, then quietly dipped his head. He glanced down to where the two men lay in the street, apparently still alive.

She couldn’t know for sure, but Eden had the sneaking suspicion his face held the same pensive look Mama's sometimes did. The one she slipped on when someone hunting for their spouse or kids started crossing a line. The look that warned people just how dangerous her mother could be. The silent reminder of what she could, would, do to scumbags stupid enough to push their luck.

“I’m glad you liked them by the way,” Eden suddenly chirped, relieved when his attention returned to her. “The cookies, I mean. I got your note; it was very sweet of you to leave one. I guess everything went okay with the, uh,” she gestured vaguely in the direction of her apartment, “the vigilante thing on my street last week?”

He stared at her a moment. “Uh… yeah. Yeah, it worked out,” he said sounding more than a little baffled.

Eden grinned, pleased to have distracted him. “Glad to hear it, Mr. Hood." 

After another moment, Red Hood suddenly moved forward, tilting his head as the pressure on her neck lessened briefly. Then he did the same with her hand, checking it.

“The bleedings almost stopped,” he muttered to himself, almost in disbelief.

“Well, that’s good!”

He looked up at her again. She lifted her brows, smiling innocently. A small sound escaped him, either a scoff or a chuckle.

“And it doesn’t sound like you’re choking on blood.”

“More good news,” she said happy to hear the amusement in his distorted voice.

“And you have your chatty, chipper attitude back.”

“I’m not chatty and chipper,” she shot back. “I’m a witty bundle of nerves that doesn’t know how to shut up.”

“Oh, is that what you are?” Red Hood asked with a snicker.

“Unfortunately, yes. As you can see, it’s worked out very well for me so far.”

He mumbled something – too garbled by whatever it was that garbled his voice for Eden to understand – and shook his head. He looked over her wounds again. She could almost feel him frowning at her neck.

“You’re gonna need stitches for that.”

A hearty chuckle came from her throat. Her – her! Eden Smith! – with stitches! The boys would howl at the moon if they heard!

But her humor quickly evaporated when a sudden, sharp pain followed the laugh.

She gasped as her body jerked. A stinging, burning feeling in her neck dug down into her chest. Every ounce of air hissed out of her lungs. She clutched at Red Hood’s hands — already on top of the deep cut and forcing more pressure back onto it.

“Don’t move. You’re okay,” he urged. “You’re okay, Cookie Girl.”

Eden – gapping like a fish out of water, blinking through the pain – still had the good sense to glare at him.

“Breathe,” he told her.

She forced a deep breath of air into her lungs. Then another. And another.

“There you go,” he soothed. “You got it, Cookie Girl. Keep it up.”

“My name’s—” wheeze “—not—” wheeze “—Cookie Girl!”

“No offense, but I really don’t care right now.”

“Well, I do! My name’s Eden,” she said stubbornly. “Eden Smith.” She took one more good breath then forced her body to relax as the pain slowly ebbed. A few seconds passed; Red Hood kept applying the same amount of force to her neck. “You can stop that now. I’m fine.”

He made a gruff noise. She gave him a small shove with her good hand but was like a breeze pushing against a rock; ridiculously ineffective. He got the hint though, and the pressure eased. She took another big breath right after, to reassure him.

“Thank you.”

“Yeah,” he grumbled. “You need to get to a hospital.”

“Absolutely not, but thank you.”

Red Hood tilted his head. “Did you hit your head, too? I already said you needed stitches, and after that little episode—”

“No, I’m fine, thank you,” she said hurrying to her feet.

The world veered off its center again and Eden leaned too far over trying to correct it. Her body stumbled and fell into Red Hood as he came up after her. He caught her with unfair ease and Eden’s face exploded with heat.

“That was on purpose,” she grumbled, desperately ignoring how firm his muscles were as she used his arms to balance herself. “I’m fine.”

“You are definitely not fine, Cookie Girl.”

“Eden.”

“Whatever. I’m taking you to the hospital.”

She’d just about gotten her footing back when he moved his hands around her. Surprised at the action, she jolted and slipped. Red Hood caught her a second time, with even greater ease.

“Did you do that on purpose, too?” he mocked.

“I might’ve,” she said indignantly, her nose in the air.

He shook his head at her. He turned her so she could lean into his hold as he budged her forward, but Eden just used the position to dig her heels in. He huffed.

“You realize I can just throw you over my shoulder if you're gonna keep being difficult, right?"

“Mr. Hood, please!”

He stopped, startled perhaps by the seriousness of her plea. Eden took the opportunity to turn and face him again. She took a gloved hand in her good one, holding it as tightly as she could, begging him to listen.

“I’m sorry I’m being difficult – I really am – but you don’t understand. I can’t go to the hospital, Mr. Hood, it’s… I'm...” She looked down, not sure what to say.

It wasn’t dangerous, necessarily. Or bad, or unsafe. She could go to the hospital and get treated. The victim of a mugging-gone-wrong needing some stitches wouldn’t raise any red flags. And if they told her to come back for a checkup, she could just cancel the visit later or skip it entirely.

The problem was her name. Specifically, them putting her name into their databases.

Did hospitals let patients go by Jane Doe if they asked nicely? Maybe. But anonymous patients still have to tell the staff their name at some point, don't they? For payments or whatever? That was a risk Eden couldn't take, especially not for something as small as two little cuts.

Chances were, Mama already knew where she was. That was the first thing a person learned living under her roof: Louanne Smith always knows more than you think she does.

She was probably just leaving Eden alone for now; giving her space until she was ready to reach back out unprompted. She probably checked in on her from time to time, too; in some invisible way Eden could only guess at.

But if her name popped up at a hospital, or an urgent care, or – heaven forbid – a morgue? There was no doubt in her mind that her mother would swoop into Gotham City and be standing face-to-face with her in mere hours. Eden couldn't handle that right now. And if Frank somehow caught wind of it, too? Now that he – apparently – cared about her well being again?

Eden really could not handle that possibility right now. Or ever.

“Alright.”

Eden peered up at Red Hood's sudden verdict. “Alright?” she said.

“I won’t take you to a hospital.”

"You... You won't?" A breath of relief spilled from her lungs as her worries left her body. With a sincere, gracious smile, she put a hand on his chest. The metallic-like material of the bat symbol was cool against her sliced palm. “Thank you, Mr. Hood. Thank you very, very much.”

Red Hood shifted, moving his hand up and across his helmet as if to push his hair back, then gripped the nape of his neck. “Yeah, you’re welcome,” he grumbled. The distortion nearly garbled his voice completely, making him sound more embarrassed than he probably was.

Eden snickered at the idea – the dangerous, infamous Red Hood embarrassed by little ol' her – then gagged and shoved her good hand on top of her stinging neck. She put up the other hand to stop Red Hood from grabbing her. The pain wasn’t as intense this time, nor did it dig quite as deeply into her throat and chest. She was starting to heal — not that it sounded like it, the way she was gasping.

“You still need help,” he said, serious again as she took long, deep breaths. He tilted his head upward, toward the rooftops. After a moment of silent contemplation, he huffed and wrapped a tight hand around Eden’s waist.

Her entire face went up in flames as he pulled her close. She wanted to ask what he was doing, but what came out instead was a very proper and dignified “Gyuhh!?” sound.

“Hold on tight,” he said pulling out and aiming a— a grappling hook!?

“Waitwaitwaitwaitwait!”

Red Hood, with his finger on the trigger, jerked to a halt. He looked down at her, his head tilting to the side.

“I almost died going to the store so I could make some bread,” she said pointing to her nearly forgotten grocery bags. “I sure as heck ain’t leaving my stuff behind now!”

He stared at her, his hold on her faltering. Eden felt her face heating up again. She wondered if he was beginning to regret coming to her aid.

Even so, she did not dip her head or back down. She’d paid for those ingredients fair and square, and if dying wasn’t on the menu tonight, there was absolutely no reason for her to have to go back to the store and buy the same things a second time.

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” he muttered.

“Incredibly so,” she said nodding firmly.

He stared at her another few seconds, then sighed. Letting her go, he went and quickly collected her things. Picking up the last bag, he glanced into it and looked back over at Eden.

“You seriously went to the store in the middle of the night to bake bread?” he asked in disbelief.

“I just said I was serious."

“Yeah, but I didn’t think you were serious serious.” He shuffled her bags around as he walked up to her again, looking through them. “This is literally just eggs, flour… yeast...”

“Yes. We’ve been over this, Mr. Hood. I just told you I was serious, like, two seconds ago.”

“There’s not even any booze,” he said mystified.

Eden blinked at him. “Mr. Hood, I’m starting to think you need more medical attention than I do.” She reached out to take the bags from him, but Red Hood just slid them up his arm, scoffing.

“I think you need help in the head, Cookie Girl.”

“Keep it up, mister," she said with a glare, "and I’m gonna start calling you Red Bat.”

“You know,” he contemplated, pulling her close again and taking out his grappling hook, “I could just bring you to a hospital. It’d be much faster and easier than me—”

“Actually!” She threw her arms around him, talking in a high, fast pitch. “I suddenly feel Cookie Girl growing on me, Mr. Red Hood, sir! It’s a real sweet nickname; you can 100% call me that anytime!”

Red Hood chuckled at her. The vibrations from his chest ran through to hers, reminding Eden just how tightly he was holding her. “Then hang on, Cookie Girl.”

She nodded, lowering her head and tightening her grip on him. This wasn’t her first time traveling through Gotham via grappling hook; she’d done it once before, years ago, on her first visit to the city. She could still remember the breathless thrill of soaring across the city's skyline; her remaining fears transformed to smiles and laughter. Her hero had laughed with her.

She would try not to do that now that she was an adult. Especially not with Red Hood. He would certainly tease her.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

He lifted the grappling hook and lowered himself slightly. Eden followed his lead. He pushed off the ground and they were brought high into the air.

Eden immediately grinned, weightless and free in the city's skies. It was as amazing as she remembered it. —

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Chapter 5

[heyyyharry]

Chapter 7: Raining in London

(from the My Girl Trilogy: Stay Mine)

…in which Harry is away, his sister is dealing with something, and a new love sparks.

Warning: SMUT (because why not?)

AU: actor!Harry, older!Harry, younger!Y/N, (4-year age gap).

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A/N: comments are MUCH appreciated. Please give me some reviews folks.

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Harry woke up to the sound of running water and his girlfriend’s singing in the shower. Hearing the song he had sung to her yesterday on the rooftop put a big smile on his face, but his head started pounding as soon as he sat up. That was a reminder for him to never drink like that again. Though he could remember most of the events last night, it had been quite long since he last partied like that. And God, was twenty-five really that old?

Amused by the thought, he ran his palms over his face and got up, dragging his feet to the bathroom. Y/N didn’t hear him come in so she didn’t stop singing while he stripped off his clothes and hung them up. He could see her naked silhouette through the frosted glass shower door, and seeing it first thing in the morning made him incredibly horny. That had answered his previous question. He wasn’t that old.

He pulled the door open and she snapped her head to look over her shoulder, eyes bugging out when she saw his face. “You scared me, dickhead,” she grumbled.

“Sorry, baby,” he laughed, wrapping his arms around her from behind. She moaned with her eyes closed, feeling his hard cock standing at attention between her ass cheeks. “You didn’t fuck me last night,” he fussed, and she shook with laughter.

“You were so fucking drunk.”

“I’m sober now...and so fucking hard,” Harry growled in her ear, grinding his shaft against her soft flesh which made her she gasp loudly. He moved one hand to her breast, squeezing it and pinching her hard nipple, his other hand cupping her chin and turning her face around so he could slide his tongue against hers. Lowering his other hand from her stomach, he squeezed his cock and gave it a few strokes before guiding it inside her dripping pussy.

She was so slick that he could just slip right in, but he knew he was big so he thrust slowly to get her used to the fullness. She tossed her head back on his shoulder, her mouth fell open as she begged him to just fuck her. And who was he to disobey? He wrapped his arm back around her waist and began to fuck her hard and fast, telling her how much he loved her over and over again. It didn’t take too long for her to shout out his name as he shot his cum into her, fucking her through it.

They fucked one more time in the bedroom and decided to take some rest before they went downstairs for breakfast. They lay naked in the tangled sheets, their legs intertwined. He was lying on his back, one arm above his head, the other draped around her back, while she was lying on her side, her head on his arm. During these moments, he loved to pretend that they had all the time in the world to do whatever they wanted, and they chose to spend it on each other alone.

“What’s wrong?” he asked when she propped up on her elbow.

“I almost forgot, Gemma was here last night.”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“You two made up, right?”

“I think so." He sat up with her, rubbing his hand up and down her naked back. "I’m gonna have to call her again later just to be sure."

“I agree.” She ran her fingers through his hair, pushing it back to reveal his forehead. “Also, Jeffrey told me to let you know that there's this event in LA for the Oscar nominees, and you have to attend."

“When?”

“In two days.”

“Noooooo!” He pinned her down on the bed. Her cry of surprise turned into laughter as he buried his face between her breasts, lying fully on top of her. “I don’t want to be away from you again!”

“I know, baby, I know." She smiled, patting his hair.

“Come with me.”

“Are you crazy?”

“Please?” He pouted and nudged her cheek with his nose like a cat. “Wanna show you off, baby.”

“You know I don't like those fancy dinner parties.”

“But you’ll have me. We’ll have the best time, I promise. Leo will also be there.”

She let out a faint giggle and cupped his cheeks, turning his face back up. “You could name all of my celeb crushes and the answer is still no. I still have to attend lectures and work on my book.”

“Right, you’re officially a writer now.”

“Not yet, but almost,” she snorted amusedly, pushing him back so she could sit up.

He stayed between her legs, resting his head on her chest while she had her arms around him. With his eyes closed, he mumbled, “I’m gonna miss you like crazy.”

“So am I,” she said, her lips curved. “But hey, I’m only gonna baby you for two more minutes because I have classes to attend and you have a radio interview before lunch.”

He groaned, bringing his hand up to cup one of her breasts. He loved being handsy, and it never bothered her. “I think you’re even better than my assistant, Bambi.”

“That’s because your assistant sucks, no offence.”

“None taken. To be honest, I didn’t really want an assistant but Jeff insisted,” he complained while circling his fingertip around her nipple, smirking when she shuddered.

“Well, if I fail to publish my book, please fire her and hire me.”

“Then I guess I’m stuck with her because you’re gonna become the best writer in the world!”

Before she could come up with a response, he ducked under the covers, holding her legs apart and put his mouth to her clit. She cried out in surprise, yanking his head up by his hair. Seeing his moist lips curved into a cheeky grin, she couldn’t hold back a moan. “I said two minutes.”

“I only need thirty seconds,” he answered before slipping back under the covers. Y/N dropped her head on the pillow and arched her back off the bed as his skilful tongue lapped at her juices, making her toes curl and her jaw tight. Another wave of pleasure soon washed over her as his fingers glided in and out of her sensitive pussy, and she screamed his name, riding out another intense orgasm.

With a smug look on his face, he hovered above her and pressed his lips to her cheek, so she pulled him down and kissed him like she wanted to devour him.

“You’re gonna be late,” he reminded her in an arrogant tone, and she could feel his smirk against her neck. He was hard and poking her thigh again.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me,” she mewled with her eyes shut, hastily wrapping her legs around his waist.

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Gemma was agitated; she kept tapping her fingers on the table while her coffee was getting cold. Another employee rushed into the shop and apologised for being late, but it wasn’t the one she’d been waiting for. It seemed like she wasn’t in luck as Emilia didn’t go to work today. She rolled her eyes, resting her chin on her knuckles as she picked up her cup and finally took a sip. At least the drink was good so she wasn’t at all annoyed.

The sound of her ringtone turned the heads of two other customers at the table beside her, so she apologised to them and quickly answered the call.

“Good to know you’re alive,” she joked as soon as Harry said hello.

“I wasn’t that drunk.” He let out a low laugh, his voice was raspy. “I called to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m very okay. Thanks for asking.”

“Come on, Gem.”

Gemma leaned back against the chair, folding one arm on her stomach. “Well, I’m still pretty pissed off. You did a shitty thing, Harry.”

“I know.”

“But I guess I can’t stay angry at my brother forever.”

“Thank you,” he said, relief was etched in his voice. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that. I’m very sorry, Gem.”

“Are you?”

“I am, deeply.”

“All right.” She shrugged, drawing circles around the rim of her cup. “Then you have to do something for me.”

“Anything.”

“I need you to tell Mum about Winton and his daughter.”

“Wait...what?”

“Did I stutter?”

“Gem, I don’t think Mum would--”

“She would be devastated if you let her find out on her own. I was going to tell her myself but you brought this upon us so now it’s your chance to fix it.”

Harry stayed silent for a moment. She assumed that he was taking his time to weigh the pros and cons as he always did when he had to make a tough decision. Eventually, he said, “fine, I’ll tell Mum. I’ll go back home this weekend and tell her in person.”

“Good,” she murmured, a small smile tugged at her lips.

“You know I love you, right?” he said after a moment.

“Of course,” she replied, eyes fixed on the coffee cup. “I love you, too.”

They said goodbye and ended the call. Gemma exhaled sharply, quite happy to get rid of the weight on her mind, but her comfort didn’t last for long as a text popped up on her screen. She zeroed in on it when she saw her boyfriend’s name.

⌲ Asher: Where are you?

Her eyes rolled back as she let out a low groan and picked up the phone again.

⌲ London, she typed, and sent.

He didn’t take too long to respond.

⌲ Asher: Still?

Her eyes stretched wide in disbelief. She chewed on her lip, trying to keep her composure while typing down her reply.

⌲ What does that even mean? I already told u why I had to go back

⌲ Asher: Yeah, your fucked up dad and famous brother, I’m fucking tired of hearing about your family drama

⌲ Asher: My family was kind enough to invite you on this trip and you just fucking left like that

Gemma clenched her teeth, her hand on the table tightened into a fist as she reread his messages over and over again. Eventually, she put her phone on airplane mode, leaving him on read and hoping that she could finish her coffee without being disturbed.

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Two days later, Harry flew to LA and Y/N had her first appointment with her literary agent. She arrived at Laura’s office ten minutes earlier and the assistant told her to wait outside while Laura was on the phone. Although she knew she was Laura Hilfgard’s client and the woman had repeatedly praised her book, sitting in that corridor on her own filled her up with anxiety as if she was about to go in for a job interview. She tapped her foot impatiently, scratching her nails on her leather bag and chewing on her lip. Ten minutes felt like twenty, and as soon as she heard the door unlocked, she stood right up, holding her breath.

“Y/N!” Laura appeared with a smile and nodded her head for Y/N to enter. “Come in, darling. Sorry for keeping you waiting.”

Y/N followed the older woman into her office. It was the most British-looking office she had ever seen, like one of the rooms in Hogwarts, with velvety-brown wallpapers, wooden furniture, and vintage decorations on the window panes. On her desk sat a laptop, a notebook lying open, and a stack of papers sitting under a cat-shaped paperweight. Laura sat down behind her desk and told Y/N to take a seat in the swivel chair.

Laura Hilfgard had the look of a Hollywood actress from the 60s, with a defined face, chestnut-colour short hair, and bold red lips. Though her appearance screamed ‘boss-lady’, there was something childlike in the way that she smiled. For someone who was turning forty-two, she didn’t look a day over thirty. She could be the cool aunt Y/N never had. And she was smart, probably in the top five of the smartest people Y/N had ever met. They started off the meeting with small talks to break the ice before they went on to discuss the manuscript. The conversation flowed so easily, like two friends chatting about a fictional couple that they adored.

Y/N didn’t pay attention to how much time had passed since she arrived, until Laura glanced at the clock and cried out, “oh dear, it’s almost lunch!”

“I’m sorry for taking too much of your time,” Y/N said, but Laura waved her off.

“No, don’t be sorry. It was my pleasure, darling.”

They exchanged a hug before saying goodbye, and Y/N left her office, dizzy with excitement. The girl almost jumped for joy when she headed out of the building, and she decided to walk home despite the darkened cloudy sky.

The air was cool and moist. She breathed in deeply with her open mouth, her hands jammed in the pockets of her coat as she dodged hurrying pedestrians who were in a rush to get home before it rained. Y/N was so confident that she would make it back to her block without getting wet, but it was never a good idea to underestimate Mother Nature. Little droplets alighted on her face as a friendly warning, and then huge bullets of rain began to beat down on her like an ambush from the sky. She managed to find shelter under the roof of a grocer’s, laughing at herself for being so stupid.

The rain poured and poured, a sight she should have gotten used to after all the years living in London but somehow she still got amazed every time she witnessed it. She wasn’t in a hurry anyway so it wasn’t a bad idea to stay and watch the rain instead of wading out in this downpour. Shifting from one foot to the other to find some comfort in her damp shoes, she pulled out her phone, snapped a photo of the opaque scene and sent it to Harry with the message: It’s raining in London.

As she put her phone away, someone tapped her on the shoulder, and she turned around, almost bumping into Blake. The corners of her mouth slid upward as Blake faltered, raising a smile. He had just left the grocer’s, still very clean and dry.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, raising his arm to shield her face from the rain.

“I was walking home when it started pouring,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “I met Laura today. I was going to tell you when I got home.”

He laughed, flashing his teeth. “How did it go?”

“Pretty well. I feel like I can’t thank you enough.”

Blake watched the rain as he wetted his lips and let out a breath. She was wondering what he was thinking about when he turned back to her and said, “you said you’d buy me dinner, right?”

“Right.” She almost forgot. “Are you free tomorrow night?”

“No, but I’m free tonight.”

“But...it’s raining.”

“I live right next to you. We can just order in.”

“Oh.”

“But we’d better hurry back. It looks like it’s going to rain much harder,” said Blake as he opened his black umbrella, giving her a gentle look. “Come on. Let’s go.”

“Hold on.” She put up a finger when her phone buzzed inside her bag. She hastily reached for it and checked Harry’s reply. It was a photo of the sunny cloudless sky attached to the message: Missing you in LA. She giggled out loud and put her phone back into her bag, receiving Blake’s questioning stare.

“Harry,” she told him. He said nothing as she pulled herself close to his side to fit under the umbrella, and together they stepped out in the downpour.

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Gemma sat by the large window of the coffee shop, watching the raindrops dance on the pavement. London streets were less busy on rainy days, not that she complained though. It was hypnotic and rather enjoyable watching it pour, but only when she was dry and warm indoors, otherwise she would hate it so much. A waitress finally brought her the strawberry cake she had ordered ten minutes ago. She wasn’t craving sweet food, but if she was going to be stuck here for a few hours at most, she couldn’t take their table with only a cup of coffee.

As a few more people walked into the shop, a familiar face caught Gemma’s attention. Isaac shook the rain from his umbrella, hung it by the entrance and headed to the counter to order a black coffee to go. It was only when he took his drink and turned around that he spotted her and his face lit up. He crossed the room to her table as she got up and they shared a friendly hug. She didn’t expect to run into him, but it made sense because he was close to Emilia. He's probably here for the same reason, she thought.

“Are you here to see her?” he asked when they pulled apart.

“Yes, but she’s not here today.” Gemma lifted her shoulders, sitting back and nodding at the chair in front of her. “Wanna join me? I’ve been lonely all morning.”

“Sure.” His eyes crinkled as he grabbed a seat. “I saw you at the party the other night but you left before I got a chance to say hello.”

“Yeah well, those parties aren’t really my thing,” she replied. “I was only there for Harry.”

“You must be very proud.”

“I would’ve been prouder if he hadn’t messed up, but he’s the only sibling I’ve got. I can’t be mad at him forever.”

Isaac shifted in his chair, his shoulders tensed as he peered at the cup between his palms. Gemma was quick to notice the subtle change in his expression and let out a snort. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad at you.”

“You’re not?” he asked, lifting his face.

“Well, I was a bit upset when Y/N told me, but I guess you just meant well.”

Isaac didn’t respond right away so she asked him what was wrong, and he said, “I have to tell you something,” a frown marking his lips. She leaned forward, her heart racing.

“I didn’t give Emilia your number,” he finally confessed. “She got it from Harry’s assistant.”

“How the hell does she know his assistant?”

“She met her at a photoshoot.”

“And the assistant just...gave out my number to someone she barely knows?” Gemma scoffed, raising both eyebrows.

“Emilia is very good at convincing people to do things for her.”

“So she’s manipulative?”

Isaac rubbed his forearms, somewhat agreeing but didn’t feel like he should say it out loud. Gemma, however, wasn’t as gracious.

“That girl is hiding something, I knew it!” she hissed, leaning back against the chair. “Do you know why she doesn’t go to work anymore? I’ve come here for three days in a row but I haven’t met her.”

“Did she know you were coming?”

“I doubt that.” Gemma shook her head. “Have you told Harry by the way?”

“No.”

“Good. He’s happy with his Oscar nomination. Let’s keep it that way.” As Gemma tilted her head to rest it upon her hand, she noticed the way his blue eyes bored into her and her heart thumped wildly in her chest.

“You’re the best sister I’ve ever met,” he said before she could ask. So she rolled her eyes, a smile lingering at her lips.

“You have a little brother right? I assume you would do the same if you were me.”

“You’re right, but I still admire you for all that you’ve been through.” He grinned. “I admire you both.”

“Stop, you’re making me blush,” Gemma laughed, and she wasn’t kidding at all. The pink colour of her cheeks was prominent on her pale face which gave Isaac the sign that he should change the subject.

“How’s Anne?” he asked.

“Oh, she’s doing much better. We talked on the phone last night and she was over the moon about Harry’s nomination,” Gemma said and took a sip of coffee, not making eye contact with Isaac anymore. She didn’t want to mention that Harry was going to tell their mum about Winton, but then she began to question if it was the right thing to make him do.

“Good for her,” Isaac interrupted her thought. She kept the coffee spoon in her mouth as he asked, “how’s your boyfriend?”

“Honestly? I don’t know.” She scoffed. “But let’s not talk about him.”

“Okay,” Isaac agreed, no questions asked.

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When Y/N and Blake arrived at their block, the rain was letting up and the traffic was busy again. She saw a familiar car pass by and parked right in front of the building. As Blake closed his umbrella, she rushed forward without telling him why. He was baffled until he saw Niall got out of the Range Rover and caught her with both arms, hugging her tightly despite her wet clothes.

“Y/N! I’ve missed you!”

“I’ve missed you!” She moved back, holding his face. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you of course.” Then he saw Blake, and his smile faded. “Who’s this?”

“Oh, this is Blake. Blake, this is--”

“Niall Horan.” Blake stepped forward and shook his hand. “Big fan. Your music is awesome.”

Niall had no hard time accepting the compliment. He snickered and puffed out his chest, arm around Y/N. “I like this kid already,” he said, smiling at her, and that was when she knew.

“Did Harry tell you to come?” She folded her arms, leering at him.

“Harry said you might be lonely.” He gave a shrug, not even denying it.

She pinched the bridge of her nose and rolled her eyes as she murmured, “I knew it” loud enough for both men to hear.

Blake stayed silent, so Niall had to speak, “well, I’m here now so would you like to invite me in?”

“Sure, let’s go. I live on the fifth floor,” she said to Niall, giving Blake a subtle shrug and leading the way.

Niall was born into wealth so it was very unlikely that he had been in a place like this if not to film a depressing music video. While his eyes darted everywhere in disbelief, Y/N had to hold back her laughter.

“Now I know why Harry wants you to move out of here,” Niall said, breathing hard as they stopped at her door. Y/N didn’t take offence at the remark as she knew how Niall was. Blake, on the other hand, was unable to hide his irritation with a straight face. She just knew him too well. She raised both eyebrows at him when she unlocked the door, and he raised his shoulders to reassure her that he was perfectly fine.

Their secret conversation went right over Niall’s head. He turned to Blake as Y/N pushed the door open. “Are you joining us for dinner, Blake?”

“Us?” Y/N snorted.

“Yes, Y/N. We’ll order in and call H. It’s gonna be fun.”

Y/N didn’t not like the idea, but since she still owed Blake dinner, she had to let him decide if he wanted Niall (and possibly Harry) to eat with them tonight. She looked over at him, and he gave a lopsided grin. “Maybe next time,” he said.

“Guess it’s just you and me, Y/N!” Niall brightened, completely unbothered by how disappointed Blake appeared to be. As soon as he had entered his own flat, Niall asked her, “were you about to have dinner with him?”

She stepped aside for him to come in and closed the door, pointing to the sofa. He sat down before she actually told him to.

“Harry sent you because he doesn’t trust me," she murmured while aggressively kicking off her wet shoes.

“No, no, no!” Niall raised both hands when she shot him a glare. “I only said that to piss off your ex. Harry has no idea I’m here. I promise.”

“Really?”

“I swear on my life.”

“That’s a bit dramatic, Niall.”

“That’s because you don’t believe me.”

Y/N pursed her lips as she held his stare for almost five seconds, knowing he couldn’t keep eye contact with the person he was lying to. Once he had succeeded, she shrugged off her damp coat, hung it up by the door, and joined him on the couch. “So what are you doing here then?”

“Harry told me you’d found an agent so I came to congratulate you.”

“Harry is like an embarrassing mum,” she snorted, resting her head upon her knuckles. “Last night, he called my dad and they talked for hours about how proud they were of me as if I’d won the Oscar for Best Screenplay or something.”

“That’s terrible. They’re terrible people. It sucks to be you!” he grumbled and she smacked his arm, both of them laughing.

Niall ordered pizza while Y/N took a shower, then they sat on the sofa and got updates on Harry via the Instagram stories of the celebrities at the event in LA. Y/N knew her boyfriend was already too drunk to answer his phone, but from what she’d seen, he was having the best time of his life. He was dancing in one of the stories, chugging a beer in another, which made her regret that she had refused to come with him. But then she also wondered, would he still be having fun had she agreed to go with him? She stopped herself right there. She’d had a good day so far, there was no time for unhappy thoughts.

“I guess we can’t call him tonight,” Niall said while scrolling down the photos of the celebrities at the event. “God, Ruby should just fire her stylist. What is she wearing?”

“Ruby Ellis?” Y/N flinched. “Is she also nominated?”

“No, but I heard that she was gonna present an award this year.” Niall chuckled. “What? Are you worried?”

“No. It’s just...weird to think about her now.” She shook her head. “I mean, if I were there, we would probably run into her and it’d be so...awkward.”

She was quick to catch his smirk, so she asked him “what?” in a mirthful manner.

“You two are a couple,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“Harry had that same look on his face when he told me about Blake,” Niall said with a beam. “It’s not the ‘I don’t trust him or her with his or her ex’ kind of look, but more like ‘I love him or her too much and it makes me paranoid for the stupidest reasons’. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him and vice versa, so you’re just afraid to lose each other.”

“I guess you’re right.” She tittered, rubbing her forehead.

“Anyway, just to be clear, I came to see you. It had nothing to do with your ex-boyfriend slash neighbour, although the way he looked at you made me feel quite uncomfortable,” Niall said in between laughs.

“Yeah, you weren’t being subtle.” She nodded mirthfully.

He turned and rested his head on his hand. “I really like you, Y/N. I don’t have lots of friends besides Harry and Isaac, close friends I mean. And I really like you.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” she told him and offered her hand. He shook it firmly with a delightful smirk. Both of them broke into laughter again. Funny how she had always believed that the best friendships were the most unexpected.

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“...and then guess what? He told me, with a straight face, ‘there’s another bathroom on the other side of the house’,” Gemma exaggerated her version of her brother’s accent and gestures, which sent Isaac into a fit of laughter. He was laughing so hard that he almost fell off the chair, holding his aching sides.

“I’m sorry, Gem,” he said in between gasps for air, finally regaining control of himself. “I didn’t mean to laugh so hard.”

“I don’t mind,” she said delightedly. “It’s flattering, really. Not many people would think I’m funny.”

“Are you kidding?”

“Not at all. In fact, my boyfriend said he would pay me to stop telling jokes.”

The beam on Isaac’s face fell as soon as he heard. “That’s so mean.”

“Yeah…” Her lips formed a straight thin line as she stared blankly at the empty cups between their hands. “But well, I always make fun of Harry’s sense of humour, so I guess that’s karma.”

This time, he didn’t laugh at her attempt to lighten up the mood. He raised a sympathetic smile, looking over at the window to see that the rain was letting up. “Wanna get out of here? I’ll give you a ride back to your hotel.”

“Yes, please, I’ve been sitting here for too long my butt is getting numb,” she said, and they broke into laughter again.

Isaac followed her to the door and opened his umbrella as she threw on her coat. They stepped out into the humid air of September’s ending, taking a deep breath at the same time and exchanging awkward smiles before turning away. It was strange, this feeling inside her chest, but she decided to ignore it and glanced back at him. He patted his pockets to search for his phone and pulled it out, asking her to wait while he replied to a text from his manager.

“Every single time I see you, you’re working,” she said, her lips arched.

“Well, Lee is super pissed at me right now,” he chuckled while typing. “I was supposed to be at this meeting with him but I moved it back a day.”

“Because of me?” Her smile faltered then faded.

He sent the text, put the phone away, and their eyes met again. “Because of me, actually. I was distracted by our conversation and forgot. But it’s also your fault for being so funny.”

She didn’t know what was happening in her mind at that moment. She tiptoed and lifted her chin, pressing her lips to his. He sucked in a breath. He hadn’t expected that, but surely didn’t deny her as he deepened the kiss until she gasped and pushed away. The action stirred him, and he reached for her hand but she stepped back, shaking her head.

“Goodbye,” was all she said before slipping into the crowd of pedestrians. While trying to decide if he should follow, the sound of his name made him jump. He turned around and saw Emilia in her work uniform.

“What are you doing here, Isaac?”

[theficvault]

It’s the great pumpkin, chuck shurley

now presenting: halloween human!angels :D

I’m well aware there isn’t any (mentioned by name) Cas but he’ll be in the next one I promise

It’s just setup for a more fun trick or treating ficlet,

Word count: 751

Warnings: mention of a corpse

Enjoy!

Lucifer was adjusting his horns when  younger brothers burst into the room in a flurry of colorful fabric and fake blood. “What do you gremlins want?” he sighed as he turned away from the mirror

“Dad’s working” Gabriel started

“And michael’s busy” Raphael continued

“And Anna doesn’t like us” Uriel finished 

“So?” Lucifer gestured towards the door “how is that my problem?” “We have to set up the haunted house!” Gabriel announced “I want to scare people this year!” “No” Lucifer got up and shooed his siblings out of the room “no way, I am not getting involved in that again.” “Please?” Three sets of pleading eyes stared back at him “we won’t ask you for anything again ever”

“That won’t last” Their older brother muttered, following them out to the yard

Lucifer ducked his head into his dad’s office on the way outside “you better get in costume, we’ve got to leave in about an hour if you want to pass the kid off to his friends” “Mhm” chuck replied, engrossed in his writing

“Dad” Lucifer repeated “Costume. One Hour” “Okay. Okay!” Chuck lifted his head “one hour, costume, will do” “Hi kiddos” A tall, slender, woman in black stood at the door with two shopping bags in her hands “where’s your dad?” “Hi auntie amaraaaaaa” A chorus of children swarmed her

“He’s working” Michael smiled, waiting until the smaller ones had left before giving his aunt a hug “But he’ll be done soon.” “He better be” lucifer added “you don’t look busy” He shot his brother a look

“I am, I swear” he put his hands up “I was just on my way out the door” “Uh huh” Lucifer smirked “sure.”

“Seriously!” Michael pushed past his aunt and stepped out of the house “I’m leaving” “I’m gonna go get your father off that damn typewriter” Amara stated, giving her oldest nephew a pat on the back “give the little guys that white bag and tell them to go nuts” Lucifer obliged and soon all talk of the haunted house was gone.

Or, at least, that’s what he thought.

“I’ve got some fake blood and a few really creepy spiders” Gabriel showed off his rubber insect collection with a gap-toothed grin “oh, and a corpse” “I’m sure you do” Lucifer sighed and stepped out into the maze of fake spiderwebs that had been set up days earlier “Let’s just get this set up, shall we?” “Yeah!” “It’s not even scary” Anna looked at the haphazard mess of fog machines, strobe lights, and black sheets with disdain 

“If you don’t think it’s scary, why don’t you just go through it already” Gabriel nudged her towards the entrance “baby” “I AM NOT A BABY” she stepped back a little bit

“Prove it” Raphael popped up from behind a spiderweb-encased bush “go in” “Fine, maybe I will”

Gabriel and Raphael shared a grin before ducking inside the makeshift haunted house to take their places.

Lucifer had his youngest brother next to him on the couch, watching E.T, when he heard it. The distinct sound of his little sister screaming. He considered his options. On one hand, he could go outside and check on them, or on the other hand, he could drop his brothers off with their group and go hang out with his friends.

He chose the latter, but not before yelling for his dad to come down and check on the small ones

“Seriously?” Chuck pinched the bridge of his nose “I leave you alone for an hour and you spend that time terrorizing your sister?” “Sorry” replied Gabriel, who was not sorry

“Punish him! So he can’t go out trick or treating tonight!” Anna exclaimed, enjoying this a little too much 

“I’m not going to do that” Chuck adjusted his daughter’s crown “but I will make sure he doesn’t do it again, will you Gabriel”

“Noooooo” Gabe lied “I won’t” “Off you go then” 

The two of them ran off into the almost dark neighborhood, joining the hoard of children already out

“This is why I never had kids” Amara giggled from behind her brother 

“Aww, shut up” 

Part 1/2

[imacetra]

So, my younger brother wanted to give FFVII a try.....

@itscalledequivalentexchange has never played the game before. He knows a little bit about it because I yell about the game and characters a lot, but he doesn’t know shit other than what he saw in Advent Children.

So this is how his first round of gameplay went. (anything i said will be in bold)

- "It's not every day you see one in a group chat like AVALANCHE. Wait fuck, I mean group."

- "This is too much work."

"Do you want ME to play?"

"No."

- -random battle- "Noooooo, fuck you, I didn't want this!"

- "I'm using my boyfriend's sword. Stabbing people in his memory."

- "I wanna hear the fucking victory music."

- -Barret joins the party- "Did he just come inside me?"

- I had to yell at him for a whole minute JUST to help him find the first item box. Then he goes "Oh, I see a shiny box!"

- -gets a phoenix down- "What's Phoenix Down? Is my Phoenix Down? Whose Phoenix is down?"

- -Barret shakes his fist- "Is he trying to flex?"

"No, he's shaking his fist at ShinRa."

"It looks like he's trying to flex."

- He hit the elevator button at least five extra times and got mixed up. Then he accidentally went back INTO the elevator when he was on the right floor.

- "Cloud you fucking-- you have great hair but--" -random battle- "FUCK!"

- "Oh I forgot Barret was here."

- -doots along to the victory fanfare-

- -gets jumpscared by a random battle transition-

- -Barret gets shot- "Oh you don't mess with bear!"

- "How is he not bleeding?"

- -sees Jessie- "Oh, I thought that was a parrot."

- "I'm very tired."

- "Which one is the OK button?"

"The circle button. 'O' for Okay."

"But. I don't want it to be okay."

- -criticizes the ladder mechanics for being "dangerous"-

- -sees save point- "A question mark? They must still be in the closet."

-i blink a million times-

"Oh, it's the save point!"

"GOD DAMMIT"

-hysterical laughter-

- -sees my save file- "Daddy?"

-i choke on my own spit-

"What's Daddy?"

"THAT'S WHAT I NAMED BARRET"

- "Okay, new save file. I don't wanna save on Daddy."

- "I can shoot and stab. That's two different people."

- "I hope I don't push Sephiroth's buttons."

- -sees materia- "Is that an emerald?"

"No, it's a--"

"A potion?"

"No, it's a materia."

"Oh. Restore materia."

- Barret: -tells him to set the bomb-

"WHY WOULD YOU TRUST ME WITH A BOMB???? I'M CLOUD!"

- "ANYWAYS, BACK TO THE CLOUD"

- -cloud has his bad brain times-

"WHAT THE FUCK?! OW MY EARS! I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS!"

- "I think I’m an old guy now."

- "Go easy on me! This is my first day on the bomb squad!"

- "Is that a crab? I'm so confused."

- "What did you do to Barret?"

- "Is he legally satisfied?"

- "That looks like an infinity sign, are you making him (Barret) immortal?"

- "Stabby McStabberson, look out for the butt."

- "Bigshot? More like Big HOT"

- "Should I be focusing on what I'm doing?" -dies-

- "Game over. My first dead of the game."

- "This is a true victory."

- "New Game? Fuck that shit. Continue."

- "Daddy? No. I'm not in the mood for Daddy." -picks HIS save file-

- "Okay this is NOT my first day on the bomb squad."

- "Run, baby run. Look out for a gun."

- -sees the magic option for the first time- "I can do magic now? I'm gonna be the best wizard of oz."

- "No, don't hurt the bear! He's a big softie on the inside. But you're not supposed to know that. Oh, sorry Barret."

- "Good job Barret."

- "Since Barret did a good job, he gets a gold star sticker."

- "Barret is best boy. Cloud is a good boy, but it's his second day on the bomb squad."

- "I don't know how long Barret's been here, but he's been here."

- "Don't worry Cloud, maybe you'll be best boy if you beat his bestness."

"Wait, are you saying they need to fight to see who's best?"

"No, they need to earn good boy points."

- -burps- "Excuse my language."

- -limit break lights up-

"Cloud's ready to be gay!"

- "Let's break the ice between us."

"You're literally making ice."

"No, I'm breaking ice with ice."

"There wasn't ice to begin with!"

- -I save his ass by grabbing the controller and using a phoenix down on Cloud, then potions on him and Barret-

"Oh, what do potions do?"

"They. Fucking. Heal. You."

"Oh. I thought Phoenix Downs did that."

-I put my face in my hands-

"Like, I thought there were different kinds of potions. Like a stabbing potion, and other potions…"

Me, sobbing into my hands, "He's so fucking stupid…"

- "I'm going to use my hair to lightning you."

- "You interrupted my bonding moment with Barret! I was ready to ask him for a hug!"

- "Go faster! You gotta be Sonic! But you're not Sonic, so I guess I can't judge you."

- "There's no fucking time for the victory dance!"

- "This is called stress! And it's not fun!"

- "6 minutes!"

"More like 69, hehe."

"Yes. That would make me less stressed."

- -enemy uses Beam Gun- "No, I don't want Bean Gum!"

- "Cloud's marrying the Buster Sword because that's the closest thing to Zack."

"He can marry Barret."

"Well he's not facing him, is he?"

- "I will STAB THAT!"

- "I'm tired, and I'm stressed, and I did not ask to be on the Bomb Squad."

- -forgot Jessie downstairs- "Where the hell is she?!"

"You left her downstairs!"

"Why does she need ME?!"

"BECAUSE HER FOOT IS STUCK"

"DAMMIT"

- He has a minute and twenty seconds left and he's going after Jessie

- "Hi stairs, I'm back. You're gonna explode, but it's not my fault."

"You're probably gonna explode too."

- I've never seen the game when you run out of time so this is exciting

- Me, laughing my ass off, "You're fucking dead, oh my god."

- "Who knew being a Cloud would be so stressful?"

- "Okay we gotta do this! We're smart this time!"

"Are you sure?"

- "Oh, I see her foot being stuck now. Ohhhhh."

- "You fucking left without me, you fick! ….What's a fick?"

- "I ask for SO much, and this is what I get."

- -Cloud jumps across gap-

"You got some good jumps. I wish I was in gymnastics."

- "We got 7 minutes! We can't lose this! I'm gonna burp, and I don't wanna do that."

- "Third day on the bomb squad, or was it the fourth? Fuck, I don't remember."

- "Stab me in my nugget."

- "How much things are we gonna blow upppppppp?"

- "Oh that was a nice somersault, you got good gymnastics."

- "Do you see the fire on your butt? There is no fire on your butt."

- "Toot toot gotta get the snoop snoop."

- "Could never came-- Oh he said Cloud, not could. Could never came."

"You said Could again."

"Shit."

- Barret: I'm takin' it out of your pay, hotstuff!

"Wait, hotstuff?"

"Yeah, Cloud and Barret are boyfriends."

[theoddcatlady]

Washed Overboard

“Jesus Christ, Anna, get your nose out of the book, we’re about to go snorkeling!”

I responded how I normally did to my sister- I raised my middle finger without tearing my eyes from the pages. I heard Rose gasp before she ran back to mom, whining about how I flipped her the bird and was being antisocial again.

Hey. My family dragged me away from my weekend of reading in my room where it was quiet and peaceful. My plans hadn’t changed even if the location had. On the ocean. Where my brother and his girlfriend were constantly making out below deck and you couldn’t get my older sister out of the water for more than ten minutes.

I heard my dad’s stride approach me before a pair of large hands covered my eyes. “Anna, did you flip off your sister again?” He asked.

I struggled free and set down the book, putting a bookmark in place. “There’s no photographic evidence,” I said before turning in my seat to look at him. “Are you seriously going to force me to snorkel?”

“Noooooo… but I’ll take you to a bookstore once we’re back home if you do.”

The cruelest of bribery. I chewed my bottom lip as I contemplated it before I said, “And we name the boat ‘The Midlife Crisis’?”

I got a gentle smack on the back of the head for that.

“Worth a shot.”

I got into my swimsuit and stood awkwardly near the edge, crossing my arms over my chest. Rose bounced over, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Yippee! You’re gonna love it sis. It’s SO gorgeous out here!” She trilled before she jumped in. The water was practically her second home.

On the other hand, I totally believe if God meant us to swim, he would’ve given us fins. And that says something considering I’m an atheist.

I took a deep breath before I dived in after her.

The water wasn’t too cold at least, Rose was already swimming off watching the coral below. I floated in place for a while, not moving an inch.

“Anna! You drowning?”

I shot a thumbs up above the water before I started paddling my feet. Rose was so graceful in the water, each movement smooth and calculated. The fish got close to her, unafraid of her because she was unafraid of them.

I screamed when a smaller fish darted closer to me. It darted off and hid. Yeah. I’m a little scared of fish. Just a little.

I was beginning to wonder when was the appropriate time to return to the boat when at the corner of my eye I caught a dark shape floating. A human dark shape floating.

I popped my head up, my heart pounding in my chest. Had something happened to Rose? I ripped off the goggles and started paddling to the body.

Closer I got confirmed it wasn’t Rose. It was a man. Too tanned to be my pasty white dad or sunburned brother, but they weren’t moving. Frantically, I paddled faster, screaming for Rose or my dad for help. I reached him and turned him over.

He wasn’t rotting. He was still warm to the touch. Also, bad time to notice, but he was really hot. And naked.

Rose popped up next to me, her eyes bulging from her skull. “Holy shit! Is he dead?!”

“I don’t think so, come on, I can’t drag him back to the boat myself!” I grunted as I attempted to do so, only succeeding in pushing my head below the water.

Thankfully Rose had been a lifeguard for the past two summers running. She knew how to do this. We dragged the unconscious man up to the ship, yelling for dad to help. Both him and my mom grabbed a hold of the guy and pulled him onto the deck. By the time I got my flippers kicked off and I climbed onboard Rose was already performing CPR.

I shook my head as Leo finally joined us above deck, his girlfriend Claire discreetly adjusting her bikini top behind him. He was so dead. The success rate of CPR was way lower than the movies and the TV shows would have you believe. Ick. I checked out a dead guy.

Water spurted from the guy’s mouth and he sat up in a shot. I screamed and nearly toppled overboard as I scrambled backward. The man gasped, his eyes wide as he rested a hand on his chest. His eyes darted from person to person. Rose sighed with relief. “Welcome back to the living,” She said, patting his shoulder.

This is when we all consecutively noticed how very naked he was. My mom quickly tossed him a towel to cover his ‘decency’ and my dad got him to a chair to sit down. He seemed very out of it, not surprised given he was probably just about to head into that good old white light before we fished him out of the ocean.

“Sis, get the first aid kit. And maybe dad’s spare trunks,” Rose said as she sat with him.

Of course I was reduced to running girl. Not like I found him or anything. By the time I returned to deck, he seemed more focused and was talking coherently.  His bright green eyes focused on me as I walked up, holding out the swim trunks. I felt my face grow a bit warm and I cleared my throat. “So, did you see a white light or anything?” I asked.

Rose groaned and face palmed. “That’s my sister Anna, she’s the one who found you. She doesn’t know how to talk like a normal person,” She said.

The man chuckled and took the swim trunks, resting them on his lap. Damn, he had great thighs. Focus on his face. On. His. Face. “Eh, I can’t remember if I did or not. Thank you, Anna. I don’t know how much longer I would’ve lasted out there,” He said. Damn, his voice was sexier than his ripped bod.

Seriously! Focus!

I cleared my throat a few times and shrugged. “I mean, I’m not gonna leave you for the sharks. What’s your name?”

“Christopher. My name is Christopher.”

Despite nearly drowning, Christopher seemed to show no ill effects, only taking an Advil for the headache he had. And my whole family immediately fell in love with him. Particularly Rose.

Especially Rose.

“Here’s dinner,” My dad said as he plopped the steaks in front of us. Christopher seemed uninterested in dinner. Same with Rose. They were… very interested in each other, their eyes not breaking contact and their hands clutched together.

Mom pressed her lips together. “Chris? Rose? Are you hungry?” She asked, not so subtly hinting for them to break it up.

“Oh! Right!” Rose blushed and filled her plate while Chris raised a hand.

“I’ll pass. I’m not too hungry.”

Claire wrinkled her nose. “What were you doing out there anyway?” She asked.

Chris paused for a moment. “Oh, why I was out in the water?” He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s embarrassing. I was on a boat with my friends last night, we were partying, and I guess I slipped. Ocean was rocking pretty roughly last night, I hit my head on the way down. I don’t know how I made it as long as I did,” He said.

“And you were walking around naked-” I cut off as Rose kicked my ankle.

Chris shrugged. “It was warm,” was his excuse. Rose giggled and set her head on his shoulder. Lucky her.

I focused on my steak dinner and let Chris continue chatting it up with my family. After I cleaned my plate I walked below deck, deciding now was the time to finish my book.

“Pssst! Anna!”

Claire poked her head from her room and gestured me in. Confused, I walked in. Claire was the same age as my little brother, sixteen, so there wasn’t much of a gap between us but she hardly seemed interested in talking to me. For a few seconds, Claire listened at the door before she sat on the bed.

“I think Christopher is full of shit.”

I nearly choked on my spit with how bluntly she delivered that. I pounded my chest before I sat down next to her. “What do you mean, full of shit?” I asked.

Claire rolled her eyes. “Please. He said he fell overboard last night. You didn’t find him until midafternoon. Yet his skin wasn’t wrinkled? Heck, he was still alive after being out there so long? And the ocean was hardly bad last night. I’m just saying it’s weird. Also. He was walking around naked last night. How convenient.”

Huh. I shifted my weight on the bed and frowned. “That’s… that’s a bit weird, yeah.” I heard a burst of laughter above deck, Christopher probably cracked another joke. “I don’t think he’s bad though. I mean, he’s been nice. Maybe he’s just embarrassed?”

Claire pursed her lips. “That’s what worries me even more. If he was out to sea last night with his friends, why the fuck hasn’t he asked for one of our cellphones to call them and tell them he’s okay? Why haven’t we heard on the radio that someone went overboard last night?”

Oh.

~*~

I couldn’t sleep that night. Christopher was sleeping on the top deck, dad was promising to take us all back to land tomorrow so we could reunite Christopher with his friends. Christopher laughed and said he’d kick their asses for not realizing he was gone.

Why did Claire have to make me all paranoid though?

I counted the waves splashing against my window. Maybe it would work like counting sheep and I’d be okay. One wave… two waves… three waves… a giant fucking splash…

Did Christopher fall overboard again? I kicked off the blankets and quick walked to the deck, my heart bouncing into my throat.

Rose was out there in her Hello Kitty pajamas, looking overboard. Her lips were in a perfect ‘o’ as she stared into the water. “How… I don’t understand, Christopher...” She said.

I heard Christopher’s voice, more melodic and soothing than ever. “Come with me, Rose. I can show you the reef in ways you’ve never imagined. You won’t have to leave the water again. And your chains with be of the beautiful silver and pearls.”

I was almost onto the deck myself when someone yanked my arm back below deck.

It was Claire, who’d gone white. “Cover your ears! Now!” She hissed, pointing to her own earplugs. I reached up, dazed, clapping my hands over my ears.

It was like a switch. What the fuck.

Claire dragged me further below deck, out of earshot of Christopher. “There’s more of them. Men, woman. I saw them swimming by the window,” She said, pulling out one earplug. “They’re all telling us to come overboard. I had to tie Leo to the bed with his t-shirt, he’s uber pissed.”

“What the actual shit is going on, Claire?!” I asked, glancing back up the stairs. I could still hear Christopher’s voice, not the words, just the tone.

Claire shook her head. She had no idea.

Oh no. Rose.

I pulled Claire’s earplugs from her and ran back above deck.

My parents were already up there, staring into the water. Rose was standing on the edge of the boat, completely naked except for the necklace I gave her last year. I could hear Christopher’s voice, with many others, talking to all of them.

I screamed Rose’s name at the top of my lungs. Rose jerked and turned around, seemingly trying to focus on my voice. “Rose! Get down from there! Please!” I screamed again, starting to run to her to pull her down.

My dad clubbed me over the head before I got too close. I hit the ground, my skull exploding in pain. I heard one splash. Two splashes. One of the earplugs rolled out of my ear. I heard Christopher again.

“Jump, Rose! Jump!”

I blacked out.

The next morning, when the sun started warming my face, I woke up, my head aching and Rose nowhere in sight. Neither was Christopher. I walked to the bench where he’d slept the night previous, the borrowed swim trunks were neatly folded on the seat.

I heard a splash and turned my head.

A scarlet, scaly tail slapped above the water, before a familiar head poked up. Christopher grinned up at me, gesturing for me to come closer.

I threw the swim trunks at his head before I ran below deck, screaming for my family.

Mom and dad were gone. Leo was gone. Claire was also gone. I was the only one left onboard. I walked back on deck. Christopher was already gone, along with his swim trunks.

I sunk to the ground, wrapping my arms around myself as I sobbed.

I was all alone. The only one not convinced to jump overboard.

[volucris-liga]

OKAY SO while i was watching The Doctor Falls i was liveblogging on a google doc on my phone and it turns out it’s five pages long so here we go, under a Read More:

Why are there scarecrows this is creepy as hell OH O H Well that's terrifying Holy shit Thunder? WHAT THE FUCK Oh hi actual cybermen OH FUCK OH FUCK THATS BILL AND SHES GOT THE DOCTOR AND HES UNCONSCIOUS WHAT THE FUCK This might be the last time I see these credits oh god ASKDGDHJFJDH MASTERS NO PLS DONT REMIND ME NOPE NOPE MISSY NO DONT HURT HIM wow Nardole way to be loyal THEYRE FRICKING DANCING HOLY FUCK okay yep thank you for this, Moffat TWELVES IN A WHEELCHAIR I love the Masters together but also Missy no </3 </3 Bill was there for 10 years, then time gap of 2 hours of being a Cyberman okay, good to have a concrete timeline PLS GIVE ME BACKSTORY INFO OF WHAT HAPPENED ON GALLIFREY PLS okay they cured him and he left ahhhhh okay so his Tardis got stuck on the Mondasian ship, he was typically Master-ish, then hid out in disguise for a while cause they all hated him lol acknowledging all the cyberman origins DONALD TRUMP PPFFFFFFFFTTTTT THANK U DOCTOR WHO !!! lol they're coming after them Missy’s legit scared oh god Also THE MUSIC OMFG AGAIN lol he changed them to target Time Lords Sonics :D I love u Twelve PAHAHAHAHA OMG MISSY XDDDD <3<3 missyyyyyy Oh no my heart YAY NARDOLE OH NO NOOOOOO MISSY SAVE HIM AAAAAAAA BILL BILL SAVED HIM SHES DEF STILL IN THERE MISSY DONT YOU FUCKING DARE ppffffff Yaaaaaaaaaay Bill!!!!!!! I have emotions OH MY GOD BILL????? BIIIILLLLL oh wait no she's still Cyberman isn't she she just doesn't see herself that way oh no she knows now JELLY BABIES everything hurts I love her and everything hurts oh no oh noooooo “somebody broke the barn” omg Nardole nooooooooo my heart SIMM tbh I'd be willing to bet almost anything that the Masters fucked it's been like two weeks Ugh Simm can u stop TWELVE OH NO MY BBY HES BEEN HOLDING BACK REGENERATION BASICALLY THE WHOLE TIME HASNT HE well that hurts oh nooooooooooo Bill </3 everything hurts Ahhhhhh the memory explanation. MISSYYYYY <3 <3 she still thinks of Bill as Bill MISSY THAT WAS NOT A GOOD IDEA SIMM SHUT THE FUCK UP ooooooh that shot with the sonics MODERN CYBERMAN MODERN CYBERMAN well, a whole bunch of extra time has passed down there so. Nice job guys. aaaaaand they can all fly. THEY CAN ALL FLY THROUGH THE CEILING lol poor nardole EYELINER oh right the master’s Tardis!!! MUSIC that is hopeful music sdfkglfhsfkdh lol he fucked up his own Tardis OMFG MISSY I LOVE YOU lol okay maybe the Masters haven't fucked. But they want to. hah, nardole. Are we gonna actually get backstory? OMG ‘I'll try anything once’ biiilllll </3 !!!!!!!!!!!! He chased after them lol My heart I love Twelve and everything hurts aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa if Twelve cries at any point here I will cry oh no oh noooooo my heart Fuck you Simm PLS STAY MISSY PLS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO “Me too” BUT YOURE NOT STAYING AND EVERYTHING HURTS FDHFKGLHS nooooooooooooooo No don't leave Please fuck. HHHHH SHES WATCHING THE EXPLOSIONS omg Nardole was actually useful The music is so good in this episode TWELVE DONT DO THE THING aaaaaaa nardole oh god Bill’s staying with Twelve <3 <3 MISSY MISSY MAKE THE RIGHT CHOICE PLS MUSIC MUSIC MUSIC ITS MISSY’S THEME I THINK SHE’S GONNA KILL HIM THATLL BE WHY SHE CANT REMEMBER REGENERATING SDKFLFHSHKFFH I LOVE MISSY I LOVE HERRRRR YEP SHE FUCKING STABBED HIM IM SCREAMING WAIT HHHHHHH AWWWWWWWW I LOVE BILL “WITHOUT HOPE WITHOUT WITNESS WITHOUT REWARD” HHHHHH TWELVE BBY HOLY FUCKING SHIT MISSY’S GONNA GO BACK FOR THE DOCTOR ISNT SHE “IT’S TIME TO STAND WITH HIM” IM DYING THIS EPISODE HAS KILLED ME “It's where we’ve always been going and it's happening now, today” IM SO HAPPY THIS IS EVERYTHING I WANTED I LOVE MISSY haha Simm you lost WAIT NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO FUCK YOU OH NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MISSYYYYYYYY PLS NO DONT DIE NOOOOOOOOOOOOO NO NO NO TWELVE’S NEVER GONNA KNOW PLS NO D: Nope nope nope I'm not okay never gonna be okay again about this Missyyyyyy </3 And if Twelve regenerates I'm very much gonna cry I'm already crying this all started, both of them, the night before I moved to college, and now it's all ending and this era meant so much to me and I got so attached to Twelve and to Missy with all the Nethersphere stuff oh nooooooooooooooo Oh god Twelve got shot TWELVE YOU WILL ALWAYS BE THE DOCTOR <3 Ow ow ow omg regeneration energy OH MY GOD OH MY G O D “No stars” FUUUUCK my everything hurts BILL THATS BILL SHES ALIVE AND SHE’S GONNA SAVE HIM PLS OH MY GOD OH MY GOD HEATHER H E A T H E R I KNEW SHE WAS GONNA COME BACK I THOUGHT THAT AFTER THE FIRST EPISODE AND THEN I FORGOT IM SCREAMING IM SO HAPPY A LESBIAN ROMANCE IS SAVING THE DAY AND BILL CAN GET TO GO LIVE AND TRAVEL WITH HER SHE PULLED HER CONSCIOUSNESS AWAY IM AAAAAAAA <3 <3 IM SO HAPPY OH MY GOD OH MY GOD THATS WHY SHE COULD CRY AS A CYBERMAN IM SO FUCKING HAPPY AND THEY SAVED THE DOCTOR WELL HE’S STILL GONNA REGENERATE BUT HE’LL LIVE wait is nardole just stuck on that ship forever now My bbys AND SHE CAN MAKE HER HUMAN AGAIN SHE’S GIVING HER THE CHOICE AND SHES GONNA CHOOSE TO TRAVEL OH MY GOSH ASKDJGJGLDHFKKGJF IM SO HAPPY BIIIILLLLLL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA <3 <3 AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW BILL SAVED HIM ASDKFJFH SDKFJSGJFHD CLARA WAS IN THOSE MEMORIES MISSYYYYYYY ALSO SHES THE LAST ONE IN THE MEMORIES IM SCREAMING TWELVE’S MUSIC AND HE’S SAYING OTHER DOCTORS’ FIRST/LAST LINES SKAJDJFJDKFHSGSKFJFJLSJFHFJ TWELVE THAT’S NOT HEALTHY YOUVE GOTTA REGENERATE BBY NOOOOO MY HEART CLOISTER BELL OH NO TWELVE STOP YOUVE GOTTA REGENERATE I DONT WANT YOU TO EITHER BUT YOUVE GOTTA OH MY GOD IS THAT ONE THATS ONE IM SCREAMING I KNEW ABOUT THE SPOILER FROM THE FILMING PICTURES A COUPLE DAYS AGO BUT SKFJFHLFGJ I DONT KNOW HOW TO PROCESS THIS EPISODE

[almaasi]

reaction post typed while watching SPN 12x12 “Stuck In The Middle (With You)”

well THIS is some delightfully interesting bullshit right here

06:43

frankly i am not ready and i don’t think i will ever be ready

i saw some shit on instagram and i went from being “scared but interested” to HYPED and now i’m scared again

i just want cas to come out of this okay

like that’s what i’m here for, just cas being alive and loved (by dean. but also sam and mary)

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06:48

*DEEP BREATHS*

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06:50

mr ketch is definitely cute, in a murderous stephen fry kind of way

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06:52

cas: “cheese isn’t a carbohydrate”

i guess cas read up on the ketchup vs vegetables debate

give me a nutritionist!cas au stat

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06:54

cas: “sunrise special please”

CAS IS SUNSHINE

also flustered under mandy’s attention BECAUSE HE ALREADY HAS A BOYFRIEND

RIGHT

RIGHT???

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06:55

guess sam’s magic wifi hair doesn’t work any more

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06:56

what i have learned here is that dean is turned on by the smell of food

give me cas bathing himself in strawberry syrup before bed

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06:57

obviously there’s something else going on but right now it kind of looks like mary’s uncomfortable with either a) using mandy as part of a plan, or b) dean instructing his boyfriend to go flirt with someone else

edit: probably more like uncomfortable that they’re trying to make cas flirt and not focusing on the issue at hand

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06:59

CAS SNIFFING PEOPLE

OH GOD CAS YOU’RE SO INAPPROPRIATE AND SO UNAWARE OF IT

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

sidenote, cas was the only one who didn’t get screentime when mary asked if everyone understood the plan

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07:01

DEAN: “MY SHY BUT DEVASTATINGLY HANDSOME FRIEND”

OKAY THAT’S CANON

GUYS THAT JUST HAPPENED DEAN JUST DESCRIBED CAS AS DEVASTATINGLY HANDSOME

CONTEXT DOESN’T MATTER BECAUSE THOSE WORDS CAME OUT OF DEAN’S MOUTH

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07:03

dean: “when do you get off?”

mandy: “whenever i can”

woooowwwww go mandy

also i’m so concerned for cas right now DID HE CONSENT TO BEING USED AS A HONEY TRAP I DON’T THINK SO

HE HASN’T SAID A WORD ON THIS

edit: mandy wasn’t even part of the plan ?? i’m ????

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07:05

DID I JUST SEE A BLACK GUY DIE FIRST

///SQUINTS REALLY HARD

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07:06

and then a white guy BUT THEN THE (asian? native american?) LADY

AAAND WE’RE BACK TO ZERO REPRESENTATION

WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

ARE THEY ACTUALLY KIDDING LIKE

DO THEY EVEN SEE THE ISSUE

DOES ANYONE MAKING THIS SHOW EVEN REALISE WHAT THEY’RE DOING

fuck 

y’know i’m just gonna have to let this go right now because i can’t even comprehend how ferociously problematic this show is

i just wanna enjoy it for my fave characters and i can’t do that unless i bundle the problems into a box and forget about them for now

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07:09

still thinking about it though

this is trump’s america, where problematic bad things happen so often and with zero time to process that you just get to the point where it’s like “oh great another social apocalypse, must be thursday”

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07:12

“the wounded angel” // “earlier”

i feel like i’ve watched a movie like this (certainly a lot of tv show episodes clearly all based on the same source material)

pulp fiction or something idk

something bizarre and character-action-driven that doesn’t make a lot of sense until the end

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07:14

AW MAN THAT SLOW MOTION WALKING SHOT IS GONNA MAKE A REALLY GOOD GIF

THANK YOU GABRIEL RICHARD SPEIGHT JR

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07:20

IS THAT YELLOW EYES

WHAT

WHAT WHAT WHAT

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07:21

nOOOOOO CAS 

NOBODY HARPOONS MY BABY AND LIVES

except dean, who stabbed him first, married him later

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07:21

YYYEEEEEEE MARY SAVING CAS WITH THE CAR

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07:23

and while mary and sam are talking about yellow-eyes, dean is smothering cas in kisses and magic healing tears, yes? yes

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07:26

WOW WAS THAT FLIRTY LOOK DEAN GAVE DIRECTED AT CAS

I THINK SO

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE THO

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07:26

i watched that bit again I THINK DEAN WAS SIGNALLING TO CAS THAT MANDY’S RESPONSE WAS A POSITIVE THING

aaaah the people who subtly and automatically support autistic friends are the best

also why is dean so determined to get cas to like other people?? CAN’T YOU JUST ACCEPT THAT CAS IS ALL YOURS AND WILL FOREVER BE YOURS

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07:30

is this glowing yellow thing from the safe gonna be a hand of god or whatever

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07:32

the men of letters are labelled as “hobbits” in mary’s phone

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07:34

crowley arrives. “you idiots. you’re all going to die.”

@ people who voted for trump

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07:35

mary: “touch me and i’ll kill you”

things everyone ought to say to crowley (and trump)

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07:35

CROWLEY CALLED CAS FEATHERS

(quietly laughing bc bobby called cas that in my fic Lucid Nightmare which i posted yesterday cough cough shameless plug go read it if you haven’t already)

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07:39

“name’s crowley, king of the crossroads”

DJFJGF THE CUCKOO IN THE BACKGROUND

(ba dum tiss)

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07:43

ramiel (sp?) gives crowley the throne of hell

OH HEY LOOK AT THAT they just filled in a narrative gap that’s been empty for years

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07:47

crowley: “hey, i was growing fond of the choirboy too”

was that a lowkey “cas is gay” joke??

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mmmm yes give me dean so concerned about cas his voice goes all breathy

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07:52

“three humans with one good liver between them, and a busted up angel”

:/

that team free will season 12 aesthetic

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07:53

WHEN WILL THE WINCHESTERS STOP THE TRUMP ADMINISTRATION

THAT’S WHAT I WANT TO KNOW

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07:55

okay but cas grunting in pain is kind of sexy in a way god help me

my faves being sick and dying is okay so long as they pull through and someone Cares About Them a lot

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07:57

“the things we’ve shared together, they’ve changed me”

cas looks at dean when he says “they’ve changed me”

;a;

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07:58

“i love you”

i cry

i CRY

CAS

and THE FACT THE REACTION SHOT IS ONLY DEAN

WOW

thanks richard speight jr that decision was an a++ decision

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the slow zoom in on dean

i’m sweating

and shaking

help

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08:00

............i just realised i’m watching this under the assumption that cas is getting out of this alive

DEAR GOD IF HE DOESN’T MAKE IT

OH NO

OH NO WHAT IF HE DOESN’T

IS THIS GOOD STORYWRITING AND DIRECTING MAKING ME WORRY OR IS THERE ACTUALLY A DANGER THAT HE MIGHT NOT MAKE IT

SHIT I SHOULD’VE CHECKED TUMBLR FIRST

NOW I DON’T WANT TO

HE’D BETTER FUCKING MAKE IT

MY HEART IS POUNDING I’M SO SCARED

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08:10

THERE’S 10 MINUTES OF THE EPISODE LEFT, THAT’S ENOUGH TIME TO SAVE HIM RIGHT

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08:03

“LIKE YOU SAID, YOU’RE FAMILY. AND WE DON’T LEAVE FAMILY BEHIND”

that look dean and cas share, cas’ eyes are wet

THAT WAS DEAN SAYING “I LOVE YOU TOO”

OH GOD

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08:03

THEY ALL LOVE CAS SO MUCH THIS IS SO SATISFYING

SO MANY YEARS WE’VE ALL BEEN SO FRUSTRATED WITH HOW THEY TREAT CAS 

THIS IS GOOD

BUT HE’D BETTER NOT FREAKING DIE

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08:09

black goop again

SOMEONE’S GONNA HELP CAS RIGHT

LIKE HE’S GONNA BE FINE RIGHT

PLEASE

PLEASE

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08:10

C

R

O

W

L

E

Y

-

like i never thought i’d say this but

thank you crowley

thank you so, so much

oh 

god

i’m

dying

thank

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08:11

I DEMAND THAT DEAN SMOTHERS CAS IN KISSES RIGHT THE FUCK NOW

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08:12

i just

i want dean to go up behind cas and softly press his cheek between cas’ shoulder blades and wrap his arms around cas’ waist and breathe in deeply

oh god i’m so relieved

i can’t imagine what dean’s feeling

soMEONE CUDDLE CAS OH GOD HE NEEDS SO MANY CUDDLES

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08:14

OKAY BUT

I JUST REALISED

what the fuck was all the stuff with cas flirting with mandy about

dean saying he was looking for “teachable moments”

DEAN YOU CAN’T TEACH CAS TO LIKE GIRLS

HE LIKES YOU, YOU HOPELESS LITTLE SHIT

i guess maybe that was the point of this narrative, cas will always choose team free will, dean pretends cas isn’t in love but GODDAMN HE IS

edit: or maybe dean’s not actually trying to make cas interested, he’s legit just trying to teach cas how flirting works, and what a positive response is?? and mandy just happened to be there and flirty. i mean, sure, i’ll go with that. quick question though, why didn’t dean just flirt with cas himself, like in all the fanfics, that would be better

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08:16

mr ketch is kinda crosseyed

cute

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08:17

CAS IS ONE OF MARY’S BOYS

HALLELUJAH

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08:18

mr ketch is so fluffy-haired and cute i don’t know what to do

i hate him

but he’s smol

idk idk idk

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08:19

wait wait it’s the colt

where was the colt supposed to be

heck

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08:19

(real life interrupts)

ooh there’s lightning outside!! eee

the power may go out at any moment though, that’s the downside

IT’S MEANT TO BE SUMMER and all we’ve had is rain

(okay back to the show)

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08:21

is that pellegrino!lucifer, i recognise the voice

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08:22

yes it is

WELL THEN

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08:22

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BOY

where to start

that was.... a lot of stuff

firsTLY CAS MADE IT OUT ALIVE AND EVERYONE LOVES HIM AND HE LOVES HIS FAMILY I’M SO HAPPY ABOUT THIS YOU HAVE NO IDEA (actually no you probably know exactly how happy i am. if you’re reading this, you probably agree)

BUT LIKE

WOW THIS SHOW NEEDS A SELF-REVIEW ON NOT KILLING CHARACTERS OF COLOUR

mandy made it out alive, and she had a name, a speaking part, and a character, so that’s +1 for everything

BUT... look i don’t think i even need to say it again, it’s a Problem

(my thoughts: here, and here)

i’ve never watched any other show with such a huge fucking issue with this

that aside, i think i just need to mostly ignore that specific problem until they fix it, because if i just focus on the bad shit i’m never gonna wanna watch the show again, and the characters are really important to me so i’ll come back anyway

LET’S FOCUS ON HOW INTERESTING THIS EPISODE WAS

and how well-formed and well-paced it was

AND HOW CAS DIDN’T FUCKING DIE HORRIBLY

and how i was actually legit terrified for a couple minutes

physically sweating with heart pounding

that was cool

9/10 probably

still confused about mandy and cas, that wasn’t necessary. same with dean and the lady in the bar last episode. as much as i’d love to see the “i love yous” in this episode as romantic between dean and cas, they clearly were only meant to be 50% romantic, interpreted whichever way the viewer prefers. so the showrunners are maybe adding in sidenote heterosexual elements that objectively mean nothing, but for those who like to see tfw as HetroStraight (TM), the info is just... there. but it’s not possible eradicate the bisexual/demi-asexual loVEFEST THAT’S BEEN BREWING FOR 9 YEARS THAT’S DEFINITELY THERE AND IS DEFINITELY ROMANTIC AND HAS BEEN ALL ALONG AND WILL ALWAYS BE, DESPITE SNEAKY HALF/HALF MAKE-UP-YOUR-OWN-MIND DIRECTING AND SCRIPTING

to be fair though, i’m learning a lot about how creators get the best of both worlds. this is the Bipartisan TV Show. this is the same way donald fucking trump and kellyanne fucking conway and all the other politics snake people manage to fuck everyone over and not answer questions. they present both sides of the argument, each “fact” contradicting the other, and the viewer picks the one they agree with, and explain away the other argument however they like.

which, admittedly, i’m currently doing when it comes to seeing romantic destiel as ever-present, because it’s the only way this show doesn’t make me lose my shit all the time

but I SEE WHAT YOU’RE DOING, YOU PRIME BULLSHITTERS, YOU

I SEE YOU

I’M NOT HAPPY BUT I’M GONNA KEEP TORTURING MYSELF REGARDLESS BECAUSE YOU’RE PRETTY GOOD AT THIS ~ENTERTAINMENT~ BULLSHIT

BUT I’M TAKING NOTES

[rajinedgeofdarkness]

Skyfyre's Last Fight

Skyfyre lost her mind somehow. Something in her mind snapped during this very moment. She got on Blaze’s saddle and flew off away from everyone else and not listening to her fellow allies not even Eldoron who kept yelling at her to stop. Sky took a straight shot towards the enemy’s weapons that were aimed directly towards her. She didn’t change course despite the arrows that flung past her. She tried to concentrate her magic and both her and Blaze began to glow brightly with a fire elemental based aura. The aura grew until the two almost appeared as a big fireball shooting towards the group. The enemy continued to shoot at them but the fire burned all the projectiles to ashes before it even got close to both of them. Skyfyre let out a scream as she re absorbed Blaze’s soul and completely bonded with his magic as well before touching down the cliff side with an explosion. The blast was powerful enough to destroy the majority of the weapons and set fire to most of the enemies who tried to dodge her magic as she continue to blast the area with fire balls. She made her way slowly past the line of charred ballistas and cannons that were melting due to the extreme heat. Her hair and eyes were bright red with anger and power as they met with that of Acheron who stood in fazed by the destruction around him. He smiled and showed his fangs that glistened amongst the flames. “You have learned a lot since the last time I met you.” A tear could be seen running down Skyfyre’s cheek as she clenched her teeth and gave him a menacing look. “You were the one who killed my parents!!!” Skyfyre began to charge a fireball and shoot one straight towards him only for it to dissipate before it reaches him. “Nice try……is that the best you got?” Suddenly a dark purple aura became visible as a force field surround him and he began to laugh to himself as he reached his hand out. A snap of his fingers caused the earth to shatter under Sky’s feet and she barely jumps out of the way. Grabbing onto the side of the newly formed chasm as she tries to re summon Blaze, she begins to feel a piercing pain within her mind that prevents her from channeling her magic and no longer have the mental connection with her draconian ally. Acheron walks towards the side only to grab her arm and pull her up forcefully. His purple eyes met with her red ones that were slowly turning back to brown as the magic leaves her body. “Nooooooooo!!!!” 

 A gunshot could be heard from behind and a bullet shatters upon contact with his force field, but not without exploding that forces the two apart. Skyfyre readies herself for a fight when Eldoron grabs her and tries to get her under control. “Let go of me!!!!.” “Sky, you can’t beat him, he’s going to kill you!!!” Pixel flies past the two as Orion and Jessie can be heard not far behind with the copter ready. “We need to go…..now!!!” Jessie notices Acheron from a distance getting back onto his feet, his aura glowing brighter than ever as he eyes Skyfyre with malicious intentions. Eldoron continues to try to snap Sky out of it, but she only struggles more. “I will not let him leave alive, not after what he did to my family!!!” Eldoron is forced to let go as Sky super heats her skin getting him to let go. “Yes,….come closer and see what you can do against me.” Acheron prepares another magical attack as he summons the dark spirits around him. The spirits lunge forward with a crackling sound as a trail of black fire follows close behind. Sky jumps to the side to dodge the first attack and she ducks under the second. As the spiritual emblems fade behind her, the burn mark on her chest begins to glow. “Sky…..he’s too strong, you can’t beat him.” She can hear Blaze as he breaks her mental wall to force her out of her current mental state. No response…….”Please Sky, you’re going to get hurt, if not killed entirely”…no response still. “Ahhhhhhhh!!!.....Urg!” Sky clenches her chest with her fist as she can feel Blaze’s soul forcing himself out and materialize before her. Blaze’s large body blocks Sky from going further as he slams his tail on the ground making her stop in her tracks. The others have time to catch up. Sky stands still clenching her chest in pain from the forced summoning. When Blaze materialized, she lost a lot of her magic and physical energy, but she was still filled with rage and a lust for revenge. Blaze immediately turns his head to face Acheron, smoke blaring from his flared nostrils. He bares his teeth letting out a low pitched grumbling roar as Acheron walks towards the group. He spreads out his wings to cover the entire group from any further danger. “Hmmmmm, now I have you all right where I need you.” Acheron grins and laughs as he thinks on his next move. Skyfyre felt hands on her shoulder as she sat crouched down with a tear coming down her cheek. She looks over to see Eldoron hovering over her and Jessie and Orion standing close to by to the sides of her.

 A subtle glowing can be felt as Pixel hovers close by. Everyone was here…..the people that came to her despite everything. Her muscles relax as she lets herself fall to her knees and hands trying to catch her breath. The red in her eyes and hair fade to a dull version and her skin returns to a normal temperature allowing Eldoron to wrap his arms around as he tries to get her back on her feet. “Duck!!!” Orion yells as a huge purple fireball barely grazes over everyone’s head as Blaze’s wing extends over the entire group like a tent with his head and neck wrapped around everyone. An explosion could be heard and a cracking sound as the earth below their feet becomes unstable. Looking behind they can see a newly formed chasm. They are trapped and their only hope is to take Blaze back to the airship. “Blaze, we have to go now, before Sky loses her magic altogether.” As the group begin to mount his neck, Sky suddenly curls her body in pain. Ughhhhhh!!!!, Blaze lets out an awful sound as he gaps his jaw and whips his head upward forcing everyone off. He falls to the ground and begins to dematerialize as Sky reabsorbs his soul. Once Blaze is out of the picture Acheron can be seen with his fists clenched upward with a black flame charging in one hand as he continues to slowly walk towards everyone. “You’re not leaving that easily, not until I get finished with her…..” He points at Sky curled up in pain on the ground still. Eldoron refuses to leave her side as Jessie and Orion take their place in front. Orion begins to use his telekinesis to bring up loose rocks shielding the group. The rock wall doesn't last for long as they explode and scatter. Orion continues to form a new wall and keep it standing for as long as possible until it gets destroyed again. “Running out of time….” Eldoron tries to lift Skyfyre up and carries her as far from Acheron as possible before placing her down where Jessie and Pixel can try to help ease the pain and get her back on her feet.

 Eldoron runs back to where Orion is struggling and prepares to fire his newest invention as he waits for the wall to explode to have an opening. A loud buzzing sound can be heard as the gun charges. Eldoron reaches into his trench coat to reach out for a white gem and stick it into a slot on the top of the contraption. A large laser is emitted blasting the ground before Acheron before blasting him. The force of the beam pushes him back and away from everyone. Buying them a little time, they run back to the other side of the cliff.. “Sky!!!!......Skyfyre?.....can you still hear me.” Jessie could see something was terribly wrong and it wasn’t just a simple case of fatigue from the fight. Continuing to get her attention, but she remains unresponsive almost with a blank stare as if she is unable to move. Sky’s vision begins to blur as she feels faint and almost powerless. “What’s happening to me?” She tries to touch Blaze’s mind with hers only to hear him groaning in pain. “Blaze………bla……?” Contact becomes lost as she continues to become disoriented feeling the rumbling and hearing the sounds of weapons and magic going off on both ends, she feels helpless. The others continue to fight keeping Acheron away from them as they try to make their way back to the ship. Darkness takes over in Sky’s mind as she begins to hear an almost familiar voice. “Sky…….you are more powerful than you know,…….you will be more use to me than you are to those pathetic allies of yours.” Sky clenches her eyes as she fights the dark presence in your head “With you by my side, we can rule the universe and destroy those that resist us.” “Noooo,…..noooooo, you can’t…..you WON’T!!!” “Too bad, you are already mine.” 

 Everything suddenly becomes quiet and still, she opens up her eyes to see everyone in a frozen pose. She can see Jessie with glazed eyes looking down on her as she tries to get out of her now limp grasp. She looks around to see everyone else stopped in their tracks as Eldoron and Orion are seen running away. Rocks and debris floating in mid-air. She can barely move herself every motion now becomes a struggle, but she still remains aware of everything as she. She tries to stand up only to fall back down. “No use fighting your fate.” She looks around only to suddenly feel a hand clenching down on her shoulder with great force. Acheron stands over her keeping her in her place. “You know, you and me aren’t that different…..”. Heavy breathing and frustration can be seen as Sky fights his hold on her. “I’m nothing like you!!!!” “What makes you say that?” Before Sky can utter another word, his other hand comes over and and covers her mouth……”mmmmph”. “We are both powerful magic users, very powerful indeed and you seem to grow in power every day. I mean you think you are using your powers for good, but I assure you, you are not. Those powers are still those meant for destruction, whether you believe otherwise, you are still hurting more than aiding…”. He takes his hand off her mouth and releases his hold on her. Sky tries to get up and face him. “You’re wrong, I’ve used my powers to save lives, to help people, you want to kill everything and destroy planets with your dark magic.” This part will continue to be about Acheron using his dark forces to prove to Skyfyre otherwise that she is better off coming to his side as he threatens to kill everyone in the most brutal way possible if she still doesn’t abide to his wishes. 

 Acheron lets time continue, but him and Sky are long gone once everyone realizes what’s happened. “She’s gone…..”. Eldoron desperately searches for her. “Acheron must of taken her while she was in that weakened state, but how? I don’t even recall him coming anywhere near us.” Jessie remains skeptical and confused. Orion looks up to the sky “we’ve underestimated him.” “We have to find her, before it’s too late, who knows what he will do to her. I could never forgive myself if something bad was to happen to her….” Eldoron, frustrated, pounds the side of the ship with his fist. “We need to head back to Rajin and regroup there, our navigation systems will help us track her down, but in the meantime, we have to heal up.” Pixel remarks as she notices major cuts and bruises on everyone. Orion and Jessie board the ship as Pixel follows. Eldoron stalls for a moment before going in as well while whispering under his breath. “I can’t imagine my life without her by my side.”