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youbloodymadgenius · 3 years

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Ivarello (Modern!Ivar x reader) Chapter 4

Moodboard by @quantumlocked310

Ivarello’s masterpost here

A/N: This is my entry for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 500 Followers Fairy Tale Challenge. It's a retelling of Cinderella. Congrats again, darling 💖

A huge thank you to @mrsalwayswrite , who's a great beta reader and an even greater cheerleader 😂

A massive thank you to @quantumlocked310 , @vikingstrash and @serasvictoria . Thank you for agreeing to collaborate and for sharing your talent with me. Your moodboards are beyond amazing 🤩

In this story, Sigurd is alive. Ragnar and Aslaug are dead, but Lagertha didn't kill her. I took a lot of liberties with the show, I hope you won't mind.

Unlike the tale, there will be no magic involved. Not everything will be realistic, however. It's a fayritale, after all!

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Summary: Orphaned five years ago, Ivar and his brothers have been living with Lagertha ever since. Now 16 years old, he wants to attend Harald's traditional Midsummer party, but obstacles stand in his way.

Warnings: description of car crash; orphaned kids; Sigurd being Sigurd; OOC characters.

Words: 2877

Additional note: This is the final chapter. There'll be an epilogue, but you'll have to wait a bit because there are a lot of challenges I've signed up for and I'm way behind schedule.

Enjoy 🙂

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Devastated and angry at the world. That's how Ivar is feeling.

Holed up in his room since the night before, and despite Lagertha incessant requests, he doesn’t plan to come out, not now at least. Come to think of it, he might as well decide never to leave his room again.

He can't stand the idea of facing his brothers. He doesn't want to have to tell them about his failure. He doesn't want to endure Ubbe's pity and condescendence. He doesn't want to see the look of triumph on Sigurd's face. The thought makes his stomach lurch while at the same time a murderous urge creeps into his mind. No, he definitely can't see his brothers.

Surprisingly, and unlike Lagertha, his brothers have left him alone, as if sensing that entering his room would be as moving into a minefield. Only Hvitserk had taken a chance earlier, cautiously poking his head through the door. His disapproving look obvious when his eyes had taken in the scene before him, Ivar's belongings scattered on the floor, some of them smashed into pieces.

"I got you a chocolate muffin from the kitchen, baby bro," he had explained, putting it on a nearby shelf, and it had almost brought a smile to Ivar's face. To Hvitserk, there's no predicament that can't be improved with comfort food.

"Look, Ivar," scratching his neck, Hvitserk had then said, "I don't know what happened and I don't want to pressure you. You tell me when you're ready, if you are. But I'm here, okay? Whatever the time of day or night, you don't have to be alone if you don't want to. If I'm upstairs, just call me, okay?" With these words, he was gone, the door closed.

Ivar can't get the events of the previous evening out of his mind. Like a waking nightmare, they are playing over and over in his head: how he had freaked out when he heard the beeps; the confused and then so disappointed look you had given him when he sputtered his need to leave; finally, his shameful escape into the night.

What could he have done? What should he have done?

He does know the answer. He should have been more cautious. He should have checked the time, asked for your number and just walked away.

On the other hand, what difference would it have made? He would still have no future with you, right? He would still be a cripple, and you would still be... you... perfect... too good for him.

So yeah, he had run away like a coward. He lets out a bitter chuckle to himself. Run away? Who is he kidding? He hadn't run away, that would have been too easy. Cripples don't run away. Without his cane – why the fuck did he leave it behind?? – he had pathetically limped away, stumbling, his feet sinking into the sand. He had still been on the beach when the battery had died. He had had no other choice but to crawl like a worm the rest of the way, silently praying to the gods that the darkness of the night would prevent you from seeing him like this.

Tears of despair run down his cheeks for the umpteenth time. He's used to feeling humiliated, but feeling humiliated and heartbroken simultaneously is really too much to take. He feels like he's dying from the inside over and over again, cursing himself for wanting to attend the party, for wanting to see you again. He should never have let his walls down, he should never have dared to hope. What was he thinking? He may have walked, and even danced with you, but at the end of the day, he still is a pitiable cripple with stupid, crooked legs, in love with a girl way out of his league.

If he's being honest, that's what hurts the most. He now realizes how delusional he had been. Holding on to a dead dream for years, he had not forseen the painful yet unavoidable reality check. And now, it's like he's been hit by a train. Because there's no denying it, dreaming of a life with you is no longer an option, not after last night. And even though it's almost unbearable, he knows now he has to let go of you, of the idea of you and him being together. As much as this mere thought is devastating, he has no other choice. He has to stop fooling himself, for his own sanity, if nothing else.

Giving a guttural cry, much like that of a wounded animal, Ivar doesn't hear when the front doorbell rings. Not that he would have reacted even if he had heard it, too busy wallowing in self-pity.

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"Thank you for having us here on such short notice, my dear." Your uncle states joyfully, his eyes sparkling, as Lagertha greets him with a handshake and a tight-lipped smile. Even though you don't know why, it's obvious that she's not his biggest fan.

Your uncle, who doesn't seem to notice – or doesn't care, you're not sure – keeps giving her a beaming smile. "My niece here," he turns his head toward you for a short moment, "has a weird request. She met a boy yesterday, during the party. He lost something and my sweet Y/N has been adamant since this morning that she wants to find him and personally return it to him. We were wondering," he turns his gaze in the direction of the couch, "if it could be one of your wards."

There are indeed three young men, half sprawled on the couch, who get up as one when Lagertha gives them a stern look. If you vaguely remember having seen them before, a single glance is enough for you to know that the one you're looking for is not among them.

You're on the verge of saying so but your uncle doesn't give you a chance to. "See boys," he unceremoniously grabs the cane you're holding behind your back, "here is the lost item. A cane! Fairly uncommon, if you ask me. Anyway... Does this... thing belong to any of you?"

Since you know it doesn't, you're surprised when two of the guys both take a step forward. "Actually, it's mine," they say in unison, each of them only then becoming aware that the other is speaking.

Dumbstruck, you look at one then the other successively. They've got a lot of nerve! You know they're lying, and you would have known it even if these two idiots hadn't spoken at the same time. They just look nothing like your handsome stranger – if he's a stranger.

"Sigurd, you know it's mine!"

"Don't play dumb, you never use a cane, Ubbe! Whereas me, I do sometimes. Everyone knows artists tend to be eccentric, right?"

The blondest one – Sigurd if you heard right – points his finger at a guitar leaning against the wall and then winks at you, "I'm a musician, you know?" You don't even have time to roll your eyes as the other one – Ubbe? – yells, his nostrils flaring.

"Shut up Sig, you're so full of shit! You know I've got a sprained ankle!"

"A sprained ankle, no kidding? Who did a ten-kilometer run today, huh? It's not me! So, you are the one going to shut up, you fucking douchebag!"

It's almost funny to watch them arguing back and forth. If you weren't so pissed off, you'd laugh. But right now, you're mostly mad at them. Their blatant lies make your blood boil with anger.

Are they really thinking you're a complete idiot? That you can be fooled so easily? Who do they think they are? Who do they think you are? Some stupid chick ready to fall for their good looks? If they think that, they're kidding themselves.

"You're the fucking douchebag, Sig!! Don’t forget I'm the oldest!"

"And what's the difference, huh? You can't have all the girls, Ubbe! Keep fucking Margrethe and just let me be! Stop being a controlling asshole!"

"STOP!!!! BOTH OF YOU!!!"

Lagertha's shout is deafening and if looks could kill, these two morons would be lying dead on the floor right here, right now.

"Y/N, my dear," Lagertha gives you an apologetic smile, "I'm so sorry for that. I swear they usually know how to behave, better than that at least. Guess they don't know how to handle your striking beauty. Now sweetheart, tell me, is one of these two knuckleheads the one you were with last night?"

The silence that falls on the room after her question is so complete that you could hear a pin drop. Acutely aware that all eyes are on you, you shyly lower your gaze, shaking your head slightly, as you clasp your hands over your belly. You eventually speak, your eyes meeting Lagertha's, and you can see she knows what you're going to say. "No, the guy I was with last night is not one of them."

"How can you be so sure?" Sigurd's voice is soft and tentative now, and Ubbe adds, seemingly for once in agreement with his younger brother, "yeah, how can you? It was pretty dark after all."

You give them a smile. "How can I be so sure? You mean beside the fact that you obviously don't need a cane? Neither of you?" The third brother, who still hasn't opened his mouth, chuckles, giving you a thumbs up. "Look, I appreciate your interest, I really do, but neither of you are the one I am looking for. Therefore," you look at your uncle, "we should leave, don't you think?" Checking the time on your watch, you shrug. "What about the Eyvindsson family? Didn't you tell me about three brothers? We may have time to go and see them tonight if we hurry."

Your uncle nods, handing you back the cane. "You're right, Y/N, we should leave." Taking two steps forward, he grabs Lagertha's hand. "Sorry dear, we will waste no more of your time."

You're about to thank her when one of the boys clears his throat. "Ahem..."

Turning your head, you're surprised to see the third brother, the silent one, raising his hand. "I think I might know who this cane belongs to." Frowning, he glances at his brothers. "And you both know it too."

"Shut up, Hvitserk!" Sigurd spits, clenching his hands into fists. "Don't bring the fucking cripple into the conversation."

"Sigurd! Keep your mouth shut!" Lagertha glares at him for several long seconds then her face softens as she looks at Hvitserk, placing a hand on his shoulder. "What are you trying to say, Hvitserk? Do you think this cane belongs to your baby brother?"

Hvitserk nods. "I know it does, actually."

"Come on, Hvit, you're talking nonsense. It cannot be, it just cannot. That guy was standing. It wasn't our brother. Our brother wasn't there last night." Ubbe stubbornly insists, but Hvitserk just shakes his head.

"Of course, he was. I saw him. And don't bullshit me, Ubbe, you saw him too. With Y/N." Hvitserk states. That's when you realize that your palms are sweating and your pulse is racing.

Hvitserk keeps going, now speaking to his guardian. "I know what I saw, Lagertha. It was him. I don't know how, but he was standing, Ubbe is right. He was even walking. It may sound weird but I swear, it was him."

Lagertha nods. "I believe you, Hvitserk." A beaming smile spreads across her lips and she tilts her head. "I wouldn't be surprised if Floki had something to do with such a miracle. Go get your brother, Hvitserk, please."

Your heart leaps at these words, you're barely able to contain your excitement and as you let out a nervous chuckle, you cannot help but jump for joy. Needless to say, Ubbe and Sigurd seem much less enthusiastic than you.

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Reluctantly following his brother, Ivar mutters under his breath, "you're pissing me off, Hvit. I'm fucking not in the mood for whatever you have in mind."

Hvitserk pays him no mind though, a small smile dancing on his lips. "Trust me, baby bro, you'll be in the mood."

Ivar wants to protest, or maybe just turn around and wheel back to his room but all at once the sound of your voice reaches his ears and he stops, frozen in place, his eyes wide open. He may have stopped breathing.

Patting his shoulder reassuringly, Hvitserk whispers, "It's Y/N, baby bro, but I have a feeling you already know. She's here for you, she was looking for you, Ivar. Go..." before giving a single push to his brother's wheelchair, his right hand on the backrest.

Ivar honestly doesn't know how he manages to wheel himself into the living room. What he does know, however, is that you're suddenly standing right in front of him. The heart stopping smile you flash him blows all the air out of his lungs, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, and the outside world – Lagertha, his brothers, Harald – ceases to exist.

A little voice tells him he should be feeling self-conscious with his hair all messy and wearing worn sweatpants, but he can't bring himself to care, not when you kneel in front of him with stars in your eyes.

"Here you are, finally," you breathe, gently placing a hand on his knee. Ivar didn't know until now that one could die of happiness, but that's exactly what he's feeling and he wouldn't trade it for anything.

Swallowing, he blinks several times. When he speaks, his voice trembles, his bottom lip quivering. "Hello Y/N, you were... looking for... for me?" He has trouble getting the words out, his nervous fingers fidgeting on his lap.

Grabbing both his hands in yours, you nod, your thumbs stroking his knuckles tenderly. "I was, yes, and for a very long time."

Shyly lowering his head, Ivar, almost feeling dizzy, can't wrap his head around your words. They're just too good to be true. "But... why?"

"Why?" You giggle, your laughing eyes lighting up your face, and he's positive, you're even more beautiful like this. "Isn't it obvious? I want to know more about you, what's your favorite color, what you eat for breakfast, where you see yourself in ten years. I just want to spend time with you, Ivar."

'Ivar' You've just said his name and it's like the sweetest music to his ears. He can't believe it. Wow. "You... You recognized me?" There's so much hope and joy in his voice, he cringes.

You shrug, your smile never leaving your lips. "I wasn't sure at first. You've changed a lot." Your hand cups his cheek. The sensation on his skin is so overwhelming he has to hold back the tears threatening to gush. Yet, he can't help but think you're speaking about his legs.

He grits his teeth. "Yeah... Standing tall can change a man."

"No! no, no, no," you retort without missing a beat, "That's not what I meant. In my memory you still looked like you did when we were ten, but look at you now, all grown up! Your hair was so short back then." Reaching out, you brush a strand of hair back and tuck it behind his ear before letting your fingers run slowly down and up his bulging biceps, your hand finally lingering on his forearm, "Plus, you clearly work out a lot. So, yeah, I thought it was you, but I wasn't sure. When we were dancing last night, I thought I'd ask you right after, but then you left and... well... I didn't have a chance..."

Ivar wraps his fingers around yours, a frown creasing his forehead. "About that, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left like–"

You shush him, holding a finger to his lips. "It doesn't matter, Ivar. You don't have to explain. All that matters is that I found you." Standing up, you lean forward and gently kiss his cheek and he feels like he's floating. Intertwining his fingers with yours, you whisper in his ear, "I reckon we got some lost time to make up, you and me. Can we go stargazing now?"

Hearing this makes Ivar's insides turn to jelly. Barely able to think, he is on cloud nine and wishes with all his heart never to come back down to earth again. But despite the daze, despite the fog in his head, despite the blinding happiness, he knows one thing: no matter how many stars he sees, you'll be the brightest one.

"Yes, Y/N, you're right," bringing your hand to his mouth, he gives it a kiss, "let's go stargazing."

And as he leaves the room, you walking alongside him with your hand on his shoulder, his heart filled with joy and wonder, he doesn't miss the thumbs up Hvitserk gives him, nor the scowl on Ubbe's and Sigurd's faces.

For a fleeting second, he thinks he should – he could – taunt them. They deserve to be laughed at, don't they? But then, he realizes he doesn't have time for that. The time for happiness has come, and it's far more important.

Giving you a beaming smile, Ivar inhales deeply before releasing a sigh of satisfaction. Yeah. Happiness. Happiness sounds good.

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thebussynotes · 2 years

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Edit : I started this last night and finished it today, this is the longer version of the previous post under this one*

Ugh, I’m having midnight thoughts and I feel myself wanting to cry every second so imma just share

(Post Byers Move)

I personally feel like Argyle plays guitar in his free time. He was the guitarist, Heather was the singer and Billy was the drummer. They always performed in Argyles house, they enjoyed themselves and after they would go to the beach and collect seashells or just mess around. Those were the good times. So imagine him walking around in Lenora, it was almost the end of fall, around December seeing none other than Neil Hargrove strolling past.

He was quite hesitant to go up to him because the last time he talked to him they ended in bad terms…not that they were in good terms in any way… he goes up to him and says hello, Neil looks confused at first but then it clicks to him at some point and a look of disgust creeps up his face. Argyle wanted to end this conversation as soon as possible so he quickly shot out the question, “is Bil-”… he was cut off, Neil looked at him straight in the face and spit out the news “he’s fucking dead” “w…wha?…huh?!” “He’s.fucking.dead. Don’t makes me repeat myself….” “dead?…hes…h-hes?…no…no…what did you do? What did you do?!” He assumed it was Neil’s fault, he assumed that Neil finally beat his best friend to death but Neil replied, “I have nothing to do with it, I don’t even know how he died…if you want to see him, I suggest you don’t, it will just be a waste…” “I don’t believe you!!!” “Stop your fucking yelling, and fine you don’t believe me but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s dead…now have a good life, I’m off…” he walks away into the endless road and Argyle is left shocked and he feels himself starting to shake “I…I can’t believe this…” he just couldn’t…a few days later he sets up a flight to go to Indiana, get driven to Hawkins and visit the cemetery Billy was buried at. He packs his things, notably his guitar and surf board… Jonathan stopped by his house the day before he left, Jonathan noticed he was packing a bit(he wasn’t gonna take much over to Hawkins since he was going to stay there for at least 5 days), he asks where he was going and Argyle excused it as him going to visit his other family members that were still currently in Mexico, Jonathan didn’t think much of it and gave him the okay.

Time skip to when he arrives to Hawkins, it’s probably really late so he stays at the local hotel. It’s very quiet in Hawkins, he feels homesick considering he can’t hear the crash of waves like he usually could in Cali, but he will only stay here for a few days. Argyle is still very much in denial and that denial has kept him up all night. In the morning, he gets ready to visit the graveyard, the only thing he takes is his guitar, he goes downstairs after safely locking his hotel door, (I’m not really sure how Taxi services worked in the 80s so please correct me) he whistles for a taxi. It’s doesn’t take long before a Taxi appears before him, he tells the driver to drive to the local cemetery. He makes it to the cemetery a few minutes later, it felt like forever but he was finally there, he slightly hesitated to get out of the Taxi but he had no choice so he thanked the driver and made his way into the gates.

He feels his heart racing a bit fast, he was nervous and he didn’t want to admit what was said to him, especially by none other than his best friends piece of shit father. He didn’t know exactly where Billy’s grave was, he never asked so he spent a very long while looking for his grave. After an hour of walking around, he saw a grave that had the name “William Hargrove” carved into it and his heart drops to his ass… “it…really is true?…shitshitshitshitshitshit-” he starts to freak out and starts pacing around in front of his grave, “you gotta be shitting me man!!!”. He feels tears starting to form in his eyes, his childhood best friend is gone, all the hopes they had that he will one day return to Cali was all in vain. To make matters worse he looks to the grave stone next to Billy’s and he gasps in disbelief as he read the name carved into it.

“Heather Holloway”…she’s gone too, just like Billy…another childhood friend gone. Argyle let’s out a few sobs as he gave up holding back his tears. It’s no wonder he hasn’t heard Heather in months. Heather sent letters to Argyle because Neil found out that Billy was sending letters to Argyle and got punished for it so Heather was now in charge of it. After 4 months(a month of the Byers moving to Cali), he started to worry because Heather usually sent letters every week and all of a sudden it just…stops.

He tried to drown that worry many times but today is where all that worry turns into immense sorrow. He sits down in front and in between their graves and is still sobbing his heart out. He calms down after a while but is still crying a bit because the pain of these losses is unbearable to him, he picks up his guitar and thinks shortly before letting himself play the strings with his fingers, playing a lovely tune that made have flashbacks to memories he had with them, how happy they were despite their personal struggle. That’s all Argyle wanted, wanted his friends to feel relaxed and happy around him and be comfortable with each other. He continues playing his guitar for a long while and before he knows it, the sun started to set.

He sighs sadly as he slowly stands up and looks at their graves one more time before saying “goodbye…I-…I’ll see you two tomorrow”. Eventually he makes it back to the hotel by pure luck because he was sure he got lost despite this town being as small as the palm of his hand. For the next 3 days, he goes back to their graves, play them some tunes, talks to them for a bit, heads back to the hotel. It’s the same for the next day but instead he stays at the graveyard until late at night, he wanted it to feel like how it felt back in the 70’s where Heather, Billy and himself would stay up late at night, near their personal bonfire and laying on a worn out couch with no concern and just chatting their minds off before drifting to sleep like three little bears. Despite talking to literal stone, he felt deep inside that Billy and Heather were listening to him, acknowledging his presence and appreciating that he was there which made him chuckle a little at the thought.

He said his final goodbyes to them, he looks over at his surfboard, “oh shit, I almost forgot”, he picks up the surfboard and places the surfboard horizontally infront of both of their graves. “Now you guys can share it, to make it feel a bit like home…” he smiles sadly at the graves and gently places a kiss on both stones as if he were giving them both forehead kisses “Hasta Luego, Brochacos…” he gets up, picks up his guitar and goes back to the hotel again. The feeling of homesickness was overcomes by the need to stay but he knew he couldn’t stay, he couldn’t… the next day he packs up, checks out of the hotel and leaves to the Indiana airport and flies back to Cali. He’s still very upset that his best friends are no longer alive, but is relived at the fact that he was able to say goodbye to them in his own way with no interruptions…he will never forget them, never.

*im sorry for this being way to long but it’s a longer explanation to the last post and since I’m going back to back on angst y’all are gonna suffer I’m so sorry :’D also I’m not very fond of writing so this might be as good as I thought but I still tried. Also If you have any questions feel free to ask*

#billy hargrove #heather holloway #argyle #I’m a firm believer of these three being the ultimate Cali gang #why did I add Heather into the mix? because why tf not?#angst #they were his brochacos…#headcanon but longer version

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bustyasianbeautiespod · 3 years

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Episode 4 Transcript: Ackles Ass Equation

[intro guitar music]

G: Hello, my name is Grey.

C: And my name is Crystal.

G: And this is Busty Asian Beauties, a Supernatural commentary podcast where I, someone who has seen the show several times,

C: And I, someone who only knows the show through social media, discuss every single episode of Supernatural from start to finish. Also, we are both Asian.

G: Both Asian!

G: So today's episode, we will be discussing Season 1 Episode 4: “Phantom Traveler.”

C: Yes.

G: So, uh, Crystal. What were your preconceived notions of this episode?

C: Okay, so the things I knew about this episode was that it was a case involving a demon on a plane, so I guess like the first introduction of demons in the Supernatural universe? I know that this is the episode where we learn that demons react to the name—well I thought it was pronounced Krih-sto but I think the correct Latin pronunciation is Kree-sto—and also that we learned that Dean has a fear of flying in this episode. So yeah I guess I just assumed they were gonna go on a plane, Dean would be scared, and they would exorcise a demon. And I was right.

G: That is exactly what happened!

G: So we fake open in a beach with beach music, like, tropical whatever, but it's not actually a beach; it's an airport. And we follow a man as he goes to a bathroom. He's obviously nervous, he's a nervous flyer, and we discover this through some banter with a guy who tells him immediately what the chances of a plane crash are. Which is absolutely not comforting at all. I don't know why he did that.

C: I would find it comforting.

G: Yeah because you're a math- you're a math person

C: I suppose.

G: So the guy's washing his face, I think, and then this weird black particled smoke-

C: Yeah

G: - is the best way I could describe it, comes out of the vents and enters this guy's eyes.

So we go to the plane where the pilot is talking to a flight attendant, Amanda.

C: Is that how demons usually enter people? Like, I always thought they entered through the mouth just because they leave through the mouth.

G: Through the mouth, yeah.

C: But...

G: Uh, I think the lore here is still a bit different. Like, they still haven't settled on what to do. Because later on, the demon escapes through the mouth, right? So maybe they thought, like, "Oh, that's better visually, we should do that next time"

C: I like the eyes thing because, you know, like, the signifier of a demon is the black eyes, so it's cool to see the black cloud go into the eyes.

G: So the man enters the plane, and we see his black eyes, which freaks Amanda out, but she's like, "Oh it's fine, I probably just saw things."

So we're on the plane, right, and it's been flying for 40 minutes now. The man who got possessed stands up and goes to the emergency exit and some guy on the plane was like, "Dude, what the fuck are you doing?" And then he opens the emergency exit, which causes the plane to crash.

C: The door goes, like, flying off. The air pressure's all screwed up and everyone- almost everyone dies.

Next we enter Dean and Sam's motel room, where we get the world famous Jackles ass equation shot.

G: I was gonna ask you if you know about that.

C: I know about it.

G: I mean, I guess you were on Tumblr for a while so you know about it.

C: Are we really gonna reveal that about ourselves? [both laugh]

G: I think it's time. I think if they've listened to three episodes, it's time to reveal.

C: Yeah, they probably got here through being one of our mutuals. Hi besties!

G: Hello, besties.

The Ackles ass equation is so famous, like, do you know how many notes that post has? It has a SuperWiki page!

C: Ouch... Oh, it has 185,240 notes.

G: Yeah, that post breached containment.

C: Right. Oh, for people who don't know, basically the shot is of, like, Dean lying on his stomach in bed, and then someone on Tumblr decided to find, like, a math equation that graphs the curvature of his back and then his ass. And that is the Ackles Ass Equation. So yeah, so that- that's the shot that we open on in the motel room.

And then we see Sam coming in. We get another fairly horny shot of Dean's bare foot, like, from a weird angle. Did you notice that?

G: The one where he's looking at Sam?

C: Yeah, yeah.

G: I didn't notice his feet. I noticed his legs though because they were very out there.

C: Right, right. No, it was a very... it was an interesting shot, I must say.

G: It's fan service!

C: It's fan service, yeah. I mean they got the pretty boy soap opera star to, like, be their macho man, like, they have to do something about that, I suppose.

G: But like, I suppose the target audience during this time was, like, men right? So who were they fan servicing?

C: Yeah the target- the target audience was men, but I guess perhaps...

G: If there was a girlfriend who's watching with their boyfriend...

C: Yeah, exactly, exactly. On date night, a little something for them.

C: So they talk about how Sam has not been sleeping recently, uh, because he's been having nightmares about Jess, um, so we finally bring that plotline back up after totally forgetting about it in “Dead in the Water.” And Sam says that yeah he's, like, still traumatized over Jess and, also, he finds hunting quite upsetting in general and asks Dean how he feels. And Dean says that he's basically never afraid, which, you know, is a setup for the cute little "Oh, Dean's scared of flying" thing later in this episode.

G: Yeah. Also, like, because before that Dean says, right, that, like, "You can't bring it home like that." Which I thought was an interesting line because later, like, in season 10, he has pretty much the same conversation with Cas.

C: Huh.

G: And then Cas asks him- this is the famous diner scene, the diner date scene- like Cas asks him, like, "Do you follow that advice?" And Dean says "No, but I'm no role model."

C: Right, and then Cas says the world's most ridiculous line after that, but we don't have to get into it. [laughter]

G: So, at that point in season 10, he's self aware that, like, he's saying this, but he's not actually following it. Do you think, like, in season one he's already self-aware, or he's just lying to himself?

C: Um, well, I mean this follows directly from when we find out that he tells himself to be brave every day because he thinks Mary wants him to be, so I feel like he's aware that he experiences a lot of fear through hunting, but he's just in the mode of, like, "Push it down, because my mom would want me to be brave."

G: Yeah, that makes sense.

C: Oh yeah, no, it's very sad that he says, like, "You can't take it home with you," because, you know, like, home is typically one's family. But this is the family business. Like, what is the separation between hunting and home for him? Especially since he has no, like, fixed place to live. Poor guy.

G: Yeah, poor guy... Wow! We're experiencing Crystal empathy for Dean!

C: I- hmph. This also applies to Sam though. Poor Sam. [laughter]

G: Poor guys.

C: Poor guys.

C: Sam responds to Dean's claim of not being scared by bringing out the knife under Dean's pillow, but Dean says "That's not fear, that's precaution." And then Dean gets a call.

G: So, the call is from a guy called Jerry Panowski. And the next scene is Jerry, Sam, and Dean walking towards what I presume is Jerry's office? In, like, wherever he's working. He looks like he's working in a weird factory situation for planes. We're not really clear on that, but-

C: Yeah, I think it's, like, airport related?

G: Yeah, I don't know.

C: Because, like, he later says that the pilot is, like, someone who, like, works for him? I don- it might not be a factory. It might just be, like, where the planes are stored before they go off to fly.

G: Jerry mentions to Sam that Dean helped him out with a poltergeist. And then some rando in the factory, I guess, goes "Poltergeist? I love that movie!", which is-

C: So true. I haven't seen it though.

G: I haven't seen it as well, but I just find so funny, like, the amount of times they do, like, some rando talking in this episode.

C: Right, yeah. They're really trying to emphasize the whole, like, "The world doesn't know about the supernatural, look at all these people going about their days. Whereas our brave heroes have to deal with demon."

G: So, Jerry says to Dean that if it wasn't for him and John, he won't be alive today. Which I guess is supposed to show us that, like, hunting does good.

C: Hunting is good! It's so good.

G: Yeah.

C: We love it. No problems.

G: No problems at all.

G: And then Jerry mentions that John is "oh so proud" of our little Sammy for going off to college, which Sam doesn't believe at first, but Jerry insists that it's true. So...

C: Yeah, ouch. Sam and John is what I'm sensitive about, ouch.

G: I know! I was wondering here, like, what do you think Sam felt?

C: Um, I mean this whole time they've been looking for their dad, so I guess the whole time, Sam has probably been very worried about John, and also possibly regretting their last conversation because it might have been the last conversation they ever had. There's probably just a combination of like, "Oh god, he actually cared about me," and, like, probably, like, anger about how, like, he'll say nice things about Sam to other people but wasn't willing to give that love to Sam and reach out. It could be more of a, like, "Oh I don't think he was actually proud of me. I think he was just like putting on airs or whatever to pretend to be a good dad." I don't know how Sam feels, yeah.

G: I love this entire Jerry walking to the office bit, by the way. I thought the dialogue was pretty natural and, like, it was very good exposition, like, it was- it felt like it was building up to something that we're not gonna resolve this episode, but, like, it's building up to something, you know.

C: Yeah, yeah.

G: And when Jerry asks where John is, Dean was like, "Uh, he's wrapped up in a job" and then cracks a joke that, like, "We don't get the old man but we get Sammy here, so it's a fair trade." And I was like, that's, like, how people speak, you know. Like, it's very- it felt very good to hear a natural conversation especially because, like, the last two episodes we- we have these, like, women that are-

C: Who make no sense.

G: Yeah. Like, they're there to be flirted at, so having very, like- Not to be like a misogynist, I guess [laughter]

C: Grey misogyny count: one.

G: No but, like, having, like, even Amanda, they don't flirt with Amanda-

C: Yeah, no, I did appreciate that, like, this whole episode I was waiting for Dean misogyny and I was like "Oh my god, we got one episode without one!"

G: So this episode is Dean misogyny moment-free. I enjoyed it, so I think I enjoy genuine conversations with people that isn't ladled with, like, romantic or sexual favors.

C: Yeah, no, it was nice. I guess they probably realized they were going way too heavy on that in episodes two and three and decided to dial it back a little.

So they make it to Jerry's office. He shows them the cockpit voice recorder for the flight that we saw that crashed. And he also tells us about the pilot, Chuck, who's a friend of his, who he thinks is not to blame for the crash. Sam and Dean ask about the wreckage of the flight for them to look through. Jerry tells them that that's on lockdown, but he can give them the list of passengers and a list of survivors. Oh, right there were seven survivors. That's important. Next, we go to like a place to make copies, and we have- we have the one obligatory writer misogyny moment per episode.

G: Yeah but it's like-

C: It's not that bad.

G: It's just a girl saying hi, and then Dean was like "hi" back. So... like it's alright.

C: And Sam mentions that Dean's been taking a real long time with those copies, presumably because he was in there flirting or something. Yeah, so then we see that Dean has made them two fake Homeland Security IDs, which Sam says is pretty illegal. And then Dean says, "Yeah, well, it's something new. People haven't seen it a thousand times." Which made me recall that Homeland Security started in like 2001 as a result of 9/11. So, in fact, it's only been around for four years by the time this episode was made. Which, yeah, is kind of wild, but yeah. Yeah.

G: I guess this episode is kind of-

C: The specter of 9/11 definitely floats over this episode a lot.

G: Yeah. Like especially later on when they were like, "Who knows how many planes demons crashed?"

C: Right! Like, they were like- were they implying that-

G: That 9/11 was caused by demons?

C: - that 9/11 was demon-caused? Like, they steer clear of actually saying anything like that, but especially in 2005, where they're posing as Homeland Security agents, everyone's gonna be thinking it.

So Sam replays the voice recorder for Dean, which like they've edited, I guess to find EVP, whatever that means.

G: This sounds like something I could do in Audacity, like-

C: Yeah. Yeah.

G: Like what- I want to know the exact method that they use to get EVP out of something and like why they're the only ones who can do it.

C: Yeah, like apparently nobody else inspecting what happened with the flight has found this voice, but I guess Sam and Dean have. And the voice says "no survivors," which they're confused about because there were seven survivors. So the two of them think that this is probably a ghost haunting a plane, like a phantom traveler, which is where the episode title comes from. And they talk about previous plane crashes that happened because of ghosts. I don't know if the things they talk about are like real plane crashes that happened in real life. I hope not, because it seems very insensitive to be like "this actual crash where people actually died was because of a ghost."

G: [laughing] Which i guess is also why they didn't explicitly say 9/11.

C: Oh, yeah, no, yeah, no. Can you imagine?

G: That would be very insensitive.

C: Yep! Bad idea. Bad idea.

C: Um, so they're looking through the list of survivors to decide who to interview, and they decide to interview Max Jaffey, because he checked himself into a psychiatric hospital. So they assumed that he definitely saw something weird.

G: Yes. So they go to talk to Max while wearing the most not Homeland Security clothes of all time.

C: Yeah.

G: Literally just wearing jeans and like, a leather jacket. Max says that he checked himself into the psych hospital because he saw a man with black eyes open the emergency exit, which is impossible according to his research. And I am just- the reveal of this information was so anticlimactic because we already know it.

C: Yeah, we saw it already. Yeah, like they spent so much time trying to get it out of Max, like, I get it!

G: But like the music swells, and like it's like a long time before he actually reveals what he knows, what he saw, and it's like why are we doing this? We already know this! And it goes for the rest of the episode as well. There are so many scenes that are like this. Like we already know this, why are we hanging around?

C: I don't know. I guess they just needed to fill up 45 minutes.

G: Uh, so Sam asks Max if he thinks he saw an apparition or someone flickering in and out, and Max was like, "are you nuts?" which is, you know. "Are you nuts? I saw like an actual human person who was a passenger in front of me." And so Sam and Dean inspect who this passenger was and go to his house.

C: Yeah, so it turns out that that guy was named George Phelps, and he died, which makes sense because we saw him fly out of the plane and splat. Yeah, so Sam and Dean discuss the information. They know that it was definitely not a real person, so they think maybe he was a creature, and they interview his wife and find out that this guy was like totally normal, a dentist, nothing weird about him. So they decide that, yeah, he was probably not a creature, so it is time to check out the wreckage of the plane. And then Sam says, "if we're gonna go that route, we'd better look the part, and we go to a suit shop with a music drop.

G: So they go to the suit shop, and there's a dressing-up music, and it's super fun. And then Dean says that he looks like the Blues Brothers and Sam's like, "you look like a seventh grader!" and then Dean's like "oh, I hate this suit" etc etc.

C: And it's all very sad because we know that in the future they will just be wearing their stupid suits all the time on every case.

G: I know! I was like, "You will, Dean. You will like it. Eventually."

C: So, so sad.

G: So they go to the evidence warehouse where Dean is walking around with an EMF meter which Sam comments upon by saying like, "Why does that one look like a busted up Walkman?" And Dean does his very famous like, "it's homemade! I made it myself!" and Sam's little bitchy "yeah, I can see that." Which is so mean!

C: Yeah. I've seen this named as a top Sam homophobia moment, which like, honestly? I get it, I get it. It did make me a little a little upset at Sam, even if all bullying of Dean is good.

G: So they reach the emergency door handle, which has a lot of EMFs going on, and Dean notices a substance on the handle and scratches some of it out, wondering what it is. So Sam gets out the knife and actually takes a sample of the thing, and did you catch the scene where Dean wipes his hand on Sam's shoulder and Sam's like "ugh, what are you doing?"

C: I did not catch that, but that's extremely siblings.

G: Yeah, exactly.

C: So, uh, then we go back to the office where they entered and two actual Homeland Security agents show up, and the security guard there is like, "that's weird, like two of y'all went in already!" And then they were like- everyone's like "oh no! those were fakes!" and they come rushing in with their guns, but Sam and Dean have escaped by now. They all climb over a very tall fence- like, impressive that they can jump that high.

G: Yeah. It was- I think it was stunt doubles. What do you think?

C: Oh, absolutely. Absolutely it was stunt doubles.

G: Because like it was near- the camera was near them, and then it goes- it pans like really far away-

C: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

G: - and then it goes back to them when they jump down, and I was like, “oh those are definitely stunt doubles.”

C: Absolutely. Good for you, whoever your names are. You can jump really good.

G: Dean actually- it was actually a barbed fence. And Dean throws his jacket over the barbed area-

C: Yeah, so they don't get-

G: So he doesn't prick himself. But Sam doesn't. And he just jumps over, because I guess he's hard as nails.

C: Yeah, yeah. Sam's just a brave little boy. He's getting ready for his century of torture in hell.

G: [laughing] Poor Sam.

C: [laughing] Yeah, poor Sam.

G: Okay, so we go to Chuck, the pilot who survived the plane crash, and he's getting a pep talk from some guy, I guess a co-pilot. And he's gonna be flying a twin engine today, I say, as if I know what a twin engine is, but basically-

C: Yeah, it's just- it seems like a quite small plane.

G: Yeah, a small plane, right. He's very nervous, so we see like black particle smoke from earlier, and it enters his eyes, and then he becomes like a jolly little guy.

C: Mm-hmm. Oh, Chuck, oh, Chuck.

Oh! I just realized the significance of his name being Chuck. I guess they didn't know what they were gonna do yet with the name Chuck. Yeah.

G: Yeah. I think- I didn't write it down as something significant. I was just like, they just chose a name

C: Yeah, they just chose a name. So now we're back at Jerry's office, and he's looking at the sample Sam took through a microscope. And they find out that it is sulfur, which makes Sam and Dean understand that this was the result of demonic possession. I guess I do want to comment on- okay so like, Sam asks like, "you ever heard of something like this before?" and Dean says "never," because apparently, usually when demons possess people they're just like chill about it? I don't know, it's like, yeah, the demon lore has not been established yet in season one. I think it's interesting that like apparently all these demons like don't even try to murder people. Like this is the first demon murderer they've encountered.

G: So Chuck the pilot is now possessed, and he's flying the twin engine plane with his co-pilot. He's very cheery and then he asks the co-pilot like "how many- how many minutes are we on air?" and the co-pilot says "40 minutes," and he's like "Oh, that's cool. Time flies when you're having fuun!" [C laughs] And then he smacks the copilot- well not smack kiss, like smack with his hand, and then he dives the plane down into a field in Nazareth. The plane crashes.

C: Yeah. What I want to know is like why- like if this- like, we find out later that this demon is like, really into the crashing the plane at 40 minutes thing. Why doesn't he just get a watch? Like whatever, like just, like why do you have to keep asking? Oh, well.

G: Also I'm pretty sure there's like a timer in the cockpit. Like, shouldn't there be?

C: Yeah I'm sure they could just look somewhere. Also, both times- also, both times, the people say like about 40 minutes which is not necessarily exactly 40 minutes, but you know, whatever, ugh.

G: Yeah, well, we as the audience, we need to know so

C: Yeah, I suppose so.

G: That's the reasoning behind that.

C: Yeah. So now Sam and Dean are researching demons in the hotel. Um okay, so then Sam says every religion in every world culture [G laughing] has the concept of demons and demonic possession. Are you sure, Sam? Are you sure?

G: I was like, those are very big words.

C: In every religion? In every world culture? Like, do you have a list of every single religion? Like what are- we what are we going off of here, Sam? Because I don't think that's true!

G: It's funny because he says every religion, every culture, and then he names like Christianity, Hinduism, name it, and I was like, "those are two religions, Sammy!"

C: Yeah. Oh, Sam.

Right. And then Sam mentions that apparently, there are Japanese beliefs that demons are behind certain disasters, so perhaps this is like the demon of plane crashes. And then they have their conversation- yeah, they asked- how many- "you know, who knows how many planes it's brought down before this one?" [together] Dun-dun-dun! 9/11 was caused by demons? Whaat? Um, yeah and then both of them are kind of nervous about this. Dean says "I wish Dad was here," and Sam says, "Yeah, me too," which I guess implies that the information about John being proud of him has softened him towards John a little bit?

G: Yeah, maybe. I thought of this as more just like he's just being, you know, supportive of Dean wishing that Dad was here.

C: Yeah, or it could be more of a like "yeah, I too wish that Dad was here so that I could be done with this whole finding Dad trip."

And then Dean gets a call from Jerry and they find out- well I guess, yeah, he tells Dean that Chuck died, which we already knew, and that it crashed near Nazareth. Dean says, "I'll try to ignore the irony in that" - not nice!

G: And Jerry's like, "I'm sorry?"

C: So then they head to Nazareth-

G: And they collect evidence, which they bring back to Jerry, and they discover it's sulfur again. Which I was like, "why does Jerry have a microscope in his office?"

C: Yeah like what is Jerry- like what is Jerry's job? Like what is- what's happening?

G: It's fancy, too, it's a fancy microscope. It's attached to a TV.

C: Also, can you see that something is sulfur under a microscope?

G: I have no idea. The first time I- "the first time"- the last time i watched this episode was last year, and I had to ask the Discord server-

C: Oh yeah, I remember that now!

G: Is anyone here a STEM major? Is anyone here a STEM major, because I need to ask something, and we couldn't figure it out.

C: If someone listening is a STEM major, please email us and tell us if you can see sulfur under a microscope. Or tell that it's sulfur under a microscope.

G: Like if you can recognize it as sulfur, right? And also, Dean was like; Jerry was like- “you can- you guys can have a look," and then Dean does and like, dude, what are you- what are you-

C: Yeah, dude, what are you gonna- what are you gonna see? You're not gonna see the number of protons in every single atom of this substance!

G: Yeah! Maybe like um, I suppose it's crystallized, right? So-

C: Oh, so maybe the structure?

G: Yeah, the crystal formations-

C: No, I can see that, I can see that.

G: But like in a microscope? In a regular microscope, you can see crystal structure? Maybe. I don't know. I actually don't know.

C: Email us.

G: Email us.

G: So they figure out the 40-minute rule that like the plane crashes after 40 minutes, which again, we already know, so this is like repetitive information. And Sam finds other flights that went down after 40 minutes, they figure out that-

C: Oh yeah, also they say that it's 40 minutes because the number 40 is significant in the Bible, which is kind of fun. Like apparently demons read the Bible!

G: Yeah! This one has a lot of Bible mythology, I guess, Like I mean Supernatural in general like bastardizes Bible mythology, but like, yeah, it's fascinating. And Dean being like, "oh, it's Biblical numerology," it's like, go Dean!

C: Big words, Dean.

G: They figure out that the demon is going after survivors because it's trying to finish the job.

C: Right. So now we're in the Impala, and Sam is calling the seven survivors- or, I guess six now. Sorry, Chuck! The six remaining survivors, impersonating the airline to find out which one of them, if any, of them are planning to take a flight soon. Because, you know, they're gonna get all demoned up. And they find that the only person who's gonna be on a plane again is the flight attendant who survived. Amanda Walker. And the flight that she's gonna go on is departing pretty soon.

G: In five hours.

C: Yeah, less than five hours, maybe? So Dean drives very very fast to the airport, because Amanda hasn't been picking up the phone, and they make it with 30 minutes to spare. So Dean decides to call a phone in the airport to get to Amanda's gate so he can trick her into not getting on the flight. He tells her that her sister is in the hospital, but Amanda sees through it because she had just called her sister five minutes ago, and yeah, Amanda's also suspicious, she's like, "how did you even know I was like here at this gate?" Um, and then I guess she suspects that this is a friend of Vince, who I'm assuming is like a boyfriend she's on the outs with.

G: Yeah I'm assuming that's her ex.

C: Yeah, Dean plays along with it and says that Vince really wants to see her tonight, and she says no but seems open to restarting a thing with Vince when Dean tells her that he's an emotional mess over their breakup. And then, yeah, Amanda hangs up, and then we see that there's the demonic black cloud in the vents. It's closing in!

G: So Sam says they have no choice, we have to get on the plane. And Dean looks visibly distraught. And then Sam asks Dean if he is okay, etc, and Dean is like, "no, not really! I have an issue with..." and Sam says, "you have an issue with flying? You're joking, right!" And Dean is like, you know, he's really playing up the "I'm afraid, I'm a scared little boy" act, and he's like, "do I look like I'm joking? Why do you think I drive everywhere!" and I was like, "because you're poor, Dean, that's why you drive everywhere." And then Sam's like "well, I can do it by myself," and Dean's like "fuck no! you're not going to do it by yourself." So they go on the plane together. So we go to the plane, right, and Sam's just saying to Dean, "Try to relax, Dean, just try to relax" and Dean's like, "just try to shut up," which I was like, "that's very funny." And then the plane takes off while Dean looks, you know, very unrelaxed.

C: So, yeah, we're still on the plane, and Dean's humming Metallica to calm down. And then they discuss the case, and I guess we find out- I don't- is this lore consistent? Or does it keep going? Because apparently, Dean says that demons are more likely to be able to possess you if you-

G: Are vulnerable.

C: -If you have emotional, yeah, if you're emotionally vulnerable or have an addiction, which I think is interesting when we get to the demon blood storyline.

G: Mm, I don't know how- because like, at that point, it's not like they can get possessed because they have the tattoo, right?

C: That's true.

G: But at this- at this point, they still don't have the tattoo, so they can get possessed. I was thinking during this scene that like obviously, the next step--like I remember thinking way back--that like, obviously the next step is Dean gets possessed because he obviously has a weakness, right? Like he's very scared? But the story doesn't go there. But it would have been interesting if they were like-

C: It could have been.

G: It would have been predictable, I guess, so they didn't do it.

C: Yeah. Or maybe they just decided that Jensen Ackles doesn't have the range because as a Dean kinnie he can only play Dean.

Um, yeah so they decide that they should check if Amanda is the one who's possessed, and they were- Dean says that he's gonna test her using holy water, and Sam says "no, we should check by seeing if she'll flinch at the name of God," and then we have a fun little exchange where Dean turns to go several times, and each time Sam is like "hey, wait, remember that you have to say it in Latin," "hey, wait, remember it's Christo."

G: And he's like, “fucking hell Sam, yeah I know, I'm not stupid!”

C: “I'm not an idiot!”

G: Yeah, okay, so Dean goes up to Amanda and talks to her a little bit about being a nervous flyer. And then Dean says Christo in a coughing manner, and she doesn't flinch. And then when she asks him like, "oh, did you say somethin?" He could have easily just said no, right, but he went and repeated Christo like a fool, and she was like, "what is going on?" And I was like, oh this Dean is- like I guess because he's on a plane and he's afraid, like they're him playing out to be a bit more like out of it than usual. It's quite funny.

C: Yeah, he's a silly goofy guy.

G: O would say, though, this whole segment. I'm just gonna get it out of the way because there's a lot of comedy parts in this episode, right, like Dean makes scared faces, etc etc. The whole time, I was not thinking that this is Dean and he's afraid. I was thinking, “this is Jensen Ackles acting.” I don't know how to describe it; I think this is the only episode of Supernatural where that happens for me, where I'm like "this is a man acting, pretending to be Dean" because like usually, when a character is playing a character, I just accept it as like, "oh, this is the character" especially in Supernatural where the characters are so fleshed out and you see them so long. But this episode specifically, I was like, "this is Jensen Ackles acting." Because like the face that he makes when he's pressed up against the plane when the plane was crashing, I was like-

C: [laughing] Oh my god, wait yeah no, I remember making a note of that face.

G: Yeah, it was funny, but like I was like, "this is- this is them, like this is like the Ghostfacers effect or however that works." I actually don't know what the Ghostfacers effect means.

C: Yeah, huh, I guess I didn't get that much of an impression, but I guess I did feel like his fear of flying was a bit- a bit pointless, in that... Like I know that real people don't have like backstories for all of their phobias, but you'd think for a character, that this would connect to some kind of larger character moment or larger trauma, but like there's not really anything. Dean's just scared of flying, but we don't know why, they never tell us why.

G: I like that! I actually like that about the whole thing, that like he's just afraid of flying and like we don't know why.

C: Hm, yeah.

G: Um just because it expands his character. It lets us take a look at like, oh this is a fully fleshed out character. And while I was thinking that, in the back of my mind, like a voice was going, "And Sam's character traits?"

C: [laughing] And Sam's compliment?

G: Yeah, exactly. No, Dean gets to have these like innocuous character traits, and Sam is literally just sitting and being like... I guess he- because he's supposed to be rational, so they can't give him the airplanephobia.

C: Yeah, I don't know. It's just- yeah, they just make Sam like a completely neutral figure who Dean plays off of by having a personality? seems to be what they're doing with the writing, and that's annoying.

G: So Dean goes back to his seat and it's like, "well she's got to be the most well-adjusted person in the world." And Sam's like, "oh so, oh damn it, she's not the demon, what are we gonna do?" And then we get some turbulence and Dean starts freaking out some more. And he's really freaking out now, and he's like, "this plane is gonna crash, and you're telling me to relax? What are you, insane?" And then Sam brings up the very very very excellent point that if Dean is panicked, he might get possessed, so he needs to calm down. And I was like, "Go, Sam!" Sam uses a very specific voice with Dean, like he's talking to a very small child.

C: Yeah, yeah.

G: Sam uses this voice a lot when he's like talking to other people which-

C: Yeah, like when he's interviewing witnesses.

G: Yeah, which, I guess it's his customer service voice, right?

C: Aww, yeah.

G: But like it does give this an air of being not genuine, you know? Because like Dean's voice is the same all throughout. Like whoever he's talking to, the humor is the same, everything is the same, but Sam is able to change personali- personas, I guess.

C: Yeah.

G: So it makes this air of like "Sam is better adjusted but also Dean is more honest," like that.

C: Right, well Sam was gonna be a lawyer. He definitely has to be able to put on personas.

G: Yeah, exactly. So Dean starts doing [laughing] he starts doing breathing exercises. Which I support; I also do breathing exercises, they're very effective. But like this scene was very funny to me, but I can't explain why, like you have to watch the scene when he starts doing the breathing exercise to find it funny, I feel like.

C: It's just quite exaggerated, I suppose.

G: Yeah, this is what I'm saying-

C: Where it's Jensen playing Dean.

G: - like Dean turns from a real person into a fictional character that is being played by Jensen Ackles.

C: Yeah.

G: So Sam explains that an exorcism is a two-parter. So, one, the first part is to make the demon manifest, which actually makes the demon stronger, and the second part is to make the demon go back to hell. So yeah!

C: Forever, apparently. Like it can't leave afterwards?

G: Mm, I don't think he says forever.

C: Like he says "sends it back to hell once and for all,” which makes it seem like it can't leave afterwards. But I don't know.

G: Well, I'm pretty sure that gets broken in canon in a few seasons.

C: Yeah, no, that definitely is not... but yeah, the lore gets changed.

So now Dean's trying to find the demon by walking up and down the plane with the EMF meter but found nobody, and then the co-pilot leaves the bathroom and the EMF meter starts beeping. Dan tries Christo out on him, and the co-pilot has black eyes, and they're like "ah! Found the demon! Uh-oh!"

G: Uh-oh!

C: So they decide to enlist Amanda's help. They go find her, they close the curtain and talk to her, and yeah, they tell her that they know that the previous flight she was on crashed, they know that something caused that. They need her help to stop it. They tell her about chuck being dead, and Amanda tells them about, yes, seeing seeing the black eyes of the demon on the first flight, and Dean asks her to bring the co-pilot over to them, and Amanda resists a bit first because she might be fired, but eventually agrees to do it.

G: So she goes towards the cabin. This plane is very short.

C: Yeah.

G: And asks the co-pilot to come to the back, which he does. And then Dean punches the guy= he punches him down and tapes his mouth closed. So Sam starts pouring holy water on the demon, and his demon skin starts sizzling. And then Sam starts the exorcism and they get tossed around a little bit, etc etc, and then the demon stops Sam by saying the following, and this is important. He says, "I know what happened to your girlfriend. She must have died screaming. Even now she's burning." So Sam is obviously fazed by this, but he continues the exorcism, and the demon manifests and goes to the plane which starts fucking crashing. So Sam is on the floor, he's trying to get the journal while Dean is on the side of the plane making funny faces.

C: [laughing] Yup!

G: This is- this is Sam's compliment. Sam knows how to exorcise a demon while Dean just stands in the corner, mortified. So Sam finally gets the journal and he finishes the exorcism and succeeds! And the plane is normal again.

C: Yay! So now we're at an airport, and there are various authorities interviewing people and providing medical assistance. It turns out that the co-pilot doesn't remember anything from his moment of demonic possession. Also, I know he's wrapped in a blanket, so we can't see, but like, do you think that the burns from the holy water are still on him?

G: I suppose not, but like they were so intense, they seeped through the skin, right?

C: Yeah, and also like they burned through his shirt-

G: It burned through the clothes, I mean.

C: Yeah, like I feel like there would still be holes in his shirt. Like wouldn't they want to get the bottom of that?

G: Yeah, well.

C: Yeah, I don't know, yeah. And then they see Amanda who mouths "thank you at them" and Dean and Sam start heading out. Sam says, "Dean, it knew about Jessica" and Dean says like, "oh it was just like reading your mind and lying, right? Like it's fine." Sam doesn't seem to want to believe it- well he doesn't seem to believe it entirely, but he acquiesces. Then they're out of the airport and they're talking to Jerry again, and he says that their dad would be proud of him- proud of them.

And then Dean asks Jerry how he got his cell phone number because it's a new phone. And Jerry says, "oh like I got it from your dad. I didn't talk to him, but when I called him about this whole thing, he had a voice- like his voicemail said to give you a call and put your new number in." And then leaves. And Sam and Dean are kind of in shock because Sam says like, "yeah, every time I've called dad, it says that his phone is out of service."

G: Sam and Dean call John's phone, and the voicemail does say to call Dean. And Sam is so visibly upset. Like, poor kid, he has tears in his eyes, and he's so angry, I suppose. And then he goes into the car, and Dean goes into the car. And we see our first shot, I think, where we see the plate number- the iconic plate number KAZ2Y5 as Sam and Dean drive off into the day, and the episode ends.

C: Yeah. Oof.

G: I like this episode because, again, the no Dean misogyny moments, and also that it's not any brother-centric, like I think they both have equal footing in terms of what they're doing in the thing, which I like.

C: I agree. Yeah, and I like the additions we get to the John plot.

G: Crystal, what's your best line of this episode?

C: Um, I like what the demon said to Sam. Specifically that Jess--even now she's burning--because, you know, it's very delicious, thinking about how Jess, despite being a good person, is in hell now probably and is being tortured forever.

G: For the crime of loving Sam Winchester.

C: For the crime of loving Sam Winchester.

G: Yeah.

C: What's your best line?

G: I think my best line was Dean's like, "you can't bring it home like that" because I think that entire conversation was very genuine and very touching in terms of like brother relationship, because it's like one of the few times where they're actually honest about their feelings. And Dean giving that advice to Sam, like he was obviously trying to comfort him.

C: Yeah.

G: Does it work? Probably not. But I appreciate the gesture.

C: Yeah.

G: So what's your worst line?

C: Um, the exorcism in total because Sam's Latin pronunciation is not good.

G: That's true. I would- I actually don't have one, so I'm just going to put my card on your card or however that saying goes.

C: Yeah!

G: There you go.

C: Sounds good, sounds good.

G: And I'll say the exorcism because he's shouting it in the middle of the plane while the plane is crashing. Like that must have been weird for the lady beside him.

C: Yeah, no, absolutely, and then like afterwards, when the authorities are interviewing people on the plane, do you think at any point people were like, "while the plane was crashing, there was some weird man shouting Latin, and as soon as he stopped shouting Latin, the plane stopped crashing!"

G: [laughing] Yeah, exactly. Oh my god, I still haven't looked up the IMDB. Okay for our Guess the IMDB Rating segment: what do you think is the IMDB rating of this episode?

C: Um, I feel like this episode was interesting to us because it's our first introduction to demons, and like we sort of know what's gonna happen. I feel like maybe to the average viewer it's not that interesting, like I feel like the case was not particularly intriguing.

G: Yeah, especially the repetition of the exposition was very tiring, and it took me- you know this, but it took me so long to watch this episode because I was just getting bored and like dozing off and losing focus. It's not an episode that catches your attention.

C: Mm-hmm. So I'm gonna- I'm gonna say 7.5.

G: 7.5. That's very low. I would say...

C: Yeah, I mean, because I've def- I've shot way too high on previous things, so I'm gonna shoot lower than I think it should be on this one, and see if that's right.

G: Okay. I'll shoot a bit higher for the both of us and say a 7.9.

C: Alright.

G: Okay, let's look it up.

8.2!

C: Oh, god, we were both so wrong!

G: I guess the funny faces worked.

C: Yeah, I guess because people don't know Dean as well or like they're just watching a CW show for funsies, yeah, they probably do like that Dean is scared of flying and makes a stupid little screamy face.

G: Okay! Any other thoughts before we disappear?

C: Um, not necessarily, though I am looking forward to the Sam-centricity of the next episode, I believe?

G: That is true. Yeah, I was going to mention that.

C: Like, yeah, finally Sam gets his moment.

G: I was like- a while ago I was like, "I keep on complaining about Sam and him not being able to do anything, but like next episode, we're gonna have a Sam-centric episode, so it's fine."

C: Sam time! Sam time! Sam time!

G: Okay, so that's it for this episode of Busty Asian Beauties. Next time we will be talking about Season 1 Episode 5: “Bloody Mary.”

C: Whoo! Follow us on social media. We are on Twitter at twitter.com/BeautiesPodcast and on Tumblr at bustyasianbeautiespod.tumblr.com.

G: So you can email us any feedback, comments, or inquiries at [email protected]. If you're a STEM major, do contact us about the sulfur.

C: Yeah, can you see sulfur, can you tell that something is sulfur under a microscope? Help, please.

G: Help us. So yeah, that's it, see you guys next time!

C: Bye!

[guitar music]

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blush-and-books · 4 years

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Canonverse, pining but established relationship, and in the studioooooo

(Now let me rant a little bit about how much I love you. You’re so freaking talented and I wake up everyday and get to be your friend???? How is THAT allowed???? You’re so deserving of this and I would do anything for you. Literally anything. Anyways, I love you so much and idk what I would do without you. My life is better because you’re in it and that’s a fact. CONGRATS!!!!!)

-your brainmate💕

@willexx -- I love you more than anything. Thank you for sending this in. Enjoy babe!!!!

At one point -- Luke doesn’t know when exactly it happened -- he stopped thinking of the couch in the studio as his.

It was his couch since he ran away from home and slept on it for six months, it was his couch when Sunset Curve’s entire EP was written on that couch, it was his couch when Bobby gladly told him that he could take it when the band made enough money for the runaway to buy his own place.

And then one day, he poofed into the garage after a day at the beach and Julie was on that same couch, curled up with her hair tied back and an oversized sweatshirt swallowing her body, and the couch wasn’t just his anymore.

It was where Luke and Julie wrote music.

It was where Luke tried, and barely made it through, teaching her guitar.

It was where Julie gave him a song that she wrote, for them.

The couch wasn’t his. It was theirs.

This was monumental news to him, but he knew it probably wouldn’t be to anyone else. He didn’t wax poetic about it to the boys or proclaim it to Julie in any special way, because it was just a couch.

One stupid, tattered piece of furniture that was a tiny symbol of their relationship compared to things like the microphone where she permanently inked a cupcake just for him.

He didn’t even think she thought of it as his couch anymore anyways -- he said it once, within the first minute they had a full conversation, even though it had been hers for the last sixteen years of her life. There was no way that one moment had stayed with her.

Until it did.

“Okay, okay, no, you have to bring the couch!” Luke insisted as Julie giggled against his chest. They were laying on the couch in question with Julie between his legs and cuddled into his front as his arms were wrapped around her like she needed to be closer. Their debate was about what Julie’s apartment would look like when she was older -- similar to the one Luke had with Bobby 25 years ago.

Julie’s laughing slowed as she perched her chin against his sternum to look up at him clearly. “You’re just saying that because it’s ‘your’ couch. You’re so possessive over this thing.”

And just like that, Luke was confused and shocked rolled into one brain that can barely handle one of those emotions, let alone both.

“Because it’s ‘mine?’”

“Well, yeah?” His girlfriend is suddenly slipping from his grasp to sit up and stare down at him with the brown eyes that could keep him glued to his seat. “That’s what you said, wasn’t it?”

Luke follows in sitting up, trying to shift back closer to Julie because even when she’s out of reach for a minute, it’s too long. “Well yeah, but- Jules, that was a long time ago.”

He pulls her hands into his lap and plays with her fingers as if they are the strings of his guitar.

“So?”

“So, it’s not my couch anymore.”

“What do you-”

“It stopped being mine a while ago. It’s ours. And yes, I am possessive over it, and that’s why.”

The soft hands in his tighten at his words. “‘Ours?’”

Lost Julie is not a very common Julie to spot. But here she is, in front of him, acting as if the news that everything in Luke’s afterlife ties back to her is novel information. When she’s like this, her lips form a barely visible pout and a little crease forms on her forehead. Even though Luke hates that Julie doesn’t understand that she is truly the center of his universe, just like the sun, Julie is precious when she is like this.

So, like any guy would do when his girlfriend is being adorable, he pulls her back down on top of him so that they are resuming their position from earlier. “Of course, ‘ours.’ This is where we write all of our songs, where you told me about Perfect Harmony, where-”

“Where you kissed me,” Julie finishes for him. Luke’s right hand, which rests on her waist, squeezes.

“Exactly.”

Luke falls into the dizzying memory of a late night writing with her, when they were trying to nail a line for the chorus, and he asked her to close her eyes so that he could “try something.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.”

He doesn’t even notice that Julie has fallen quiet -- probably, hopefully, recalling the same memory -- until he runs through the whole moment in his head and returns himself back to reality to cuddle Julie closer to him, and lean down to peck the top of her head. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

Her response is instantaneous, but her voice is distant. She’s clearly still vividly thinking about whatever it is that’s made her space out.

“Where I’m going to put the couch when I get an apartment.”

The answer makes Luke so ridiculously happy that he stays quiet for the next ten minutes, because he wouldn’t dare interrupt Julie planning a future that involves him. After that ten minutes, he realizes she’s fallen asleep -- hopefully her dreams involve him, too.

#jatp #jatp fanfic #juke #juke fanfic

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grailfinders · 3 years

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Fate and Phantasms #178

Today on Fate and Phantasms we’re building the beach’s demon king of the sixth heaven, Oda Nobunaga (Berserker)! This extra spicy Nobu is a Swords Bard to make her axe a little more literal while still grabbing the freaking spaceship we need to build, a Four Elements Monk to grab that giant flaming skeleton, and just a bit of Fighter for high-speed guitar skills that would make Hellshake Yano weep with jealousy.

Check out her build breakdown here, or her character sheet over here!

Next up: Team Tyrannical Shooting Star... again.

Race and Background

Nobu is still a Variant Human, giving her +1 Wisdom and Charisma. The Deception proficiency she gets is also super useful for your fool’s tactics, as is the Mobile feat, which gives you an extra 10′ of movement each move action, and you can escape from enemies you’ve attacked this turn without dealing with their attacks of opportunity.

She gets the Entertainer background this time though so she can rock out on the beach with proficiency in Acrobatics and Performance.

Ability Scores

Nobu’s Charisma is top notch, which isn’t surprising. She really knows how to make an entrance. After that is Dexterity, because playing a guitar is hard, but playing one with a chainsaw attached is even harder. The fact you still have both hands is tribute to your skills. Your Dexterity is next, your primary fuel for that fire is... you. A lesser servant would already be charcoal by now. Your Wisdom isn’t terrible, though that’s mostly for multiclassing. Your Strength’s a bit low, but your weapon’s damage comes from being a chainsaw more than you swinging it. Finally, dump Intelligence. You’re still Nobu, and you’re also a berserker this time around.

Class Levels

1. Fighter 1: We’re starting off as a fighter mostly for the weapon proficiencies, but the extra HP and concentration buff doesn’t hurt either. You get proficiency with Strength and Constitution saves, as well as two skills- Insight will help make you a lot smarter than you look, and Intimidation is just really easy when you have a giant flaming skeleton backup singer.

You also get a Fighting Style, so grab Superior Technique to throw out a Distracting Strike once per short rest. When you hit a target with a distracting strike, you’ll deal more damage, and the next non-you creature to target it gets advantage.

You also get a Second Wind you can use as a bonus action once per short rest for a bit of healing. This isn’t even the last healing thing you get- I don’t know why you’ve got Garden of Avalon attached to a skill, and honestly I don’t care. It’s awesome.

2. Monk 1: One thing fighter doesn’t have going for it is the ability to duke it out in a T-shirt. Monk fixes that handily with Unarmored Defense, giving you an AC based on your Dexterity and Wisdom. It’s... not a huge boost, but it’s something?

Even better, you get Martial Arts, so now you can use your dexterity instead of strength to attack with your monk weapons. A guitar/cd player/chainsaw isn’t a monk weapon yet, but at least your punches will land.

3. Monk 2: At second level, monks can use their Ki for all sorts of things on their bonus action- dash, disengage, dodge, or attack twice as a bonus action, by spending ki points! You get Monk Level ki points per short rest. You also get Unarmored Movement, making you even faster while not wearing any kind of armor.

Most importantly, you can turn your axe into a Dedicated Weapon over a long rest, turning any non-two handed or heavy weapon into a monk weapon. Battleaxes are versatile, not two-handed, so now you’ve got an axe-sized axe that you can really use. And it only took three levels!

4. Fighter 2: We’re popping back to fighter one last time for Action Surge, giving you a second action on a turn once per short rest. I don’t know what qualifies as a “sick guitar solo” in D&D, but I hope playing twice within the same six seconds counts.

5. Bard 1: Now that you’ve got your speed up, your music should be a bit more magical. First level bards can use Bardic Inspiration as a bonus action, giving your allies a d6 to use on an attack, check, or save. You get Charisma Modifier inspiration dice to hand out per long rest. You also learn a couple Spells that will put your high Charisma to use.

Grab Vicious Mockery and Bane to throw people off their game, and Prestidigitation so you can do whatever you want to with minor magical effects. You also get Heroism and Cure Wounds for more party support, Faerie Fire for just a touch of flame right off the bat.

You also get one more skill proficiency, so grab History. You’re not an academic, but you are a historical figure.

6. Bard 2: Second level bards are Jacks of All Trades, adding half their proficiency to checks you’re not proficient with. You also get a Song of Rest, adding a d6 to healing done over short rests. We’re still a ways away from your giant flaming skeleton, but for now you can use Silent Image so it looks like you have one.

7. Bard 3: We debated a lot between making you a Swords bard or a Valor bard, but in the end the former won out so you can make your weapon your casting implement. Thanks to your new Dueling fighting style, you can play the axe one-handed just as well as you do with two hands, and you also get Blade Flourishes using your Inspiration. When you take the attack action, your movement increases by 10′, and you can spend an inspiration die to deal extra damage and get another effect. A Defensive Flourish adds the roll to your AC for a round, a Slashing Flourish deals the extra damage to nearby creatures as well, and the Mobile Flourish pushes the creature away, and you can use your reaction to follow them.

You get Expertise in Performance and Deception, doubling your proficiency bonus in those checks. You also learn the second level spell Heat Metal. Real fire? In a fire-themed character build? Wild!

8. Bard 4: Use your first Ability Score Improvement to bump up your Dexterity for higher AC and better attacks. You can also use Minor Illusion for those times you want a fire skeleton, but you can’t waste a spell slot. If you want another second level spell, use Pyrotechnics to make, well, pyrotechnics. You can put out a small area of existing fire, and/or you can create Fireworks or Smoke from that area. The former forces a constitution save (DC 8 + Proficiency + charisma mod) on nearby creatures or they’re blinded for a round, and the latter creates a smoke cloud that creates a heavily obscured area for up to a minute.

9. Monk 3: Now that we’ve got a good lineup of music set to go, let’s finally get the skeleton. As a Four Elements monk, you’re a Disciple of the Elements, giving you two Elemental Disciplines. Elemental Attunement is mandatory, and it gives you several small effects, including the ability to create small fires as an action. More importantly, you can spend a ki point to turn your arms into Fangs of the Fire Snake, making your unarmed attacks deal fire damage for the turn, and your reach increases by 10′ for the turn. On top of that, you can spend even more ki points to deal more damage with each hit. They don’t specify the attacks are coming from a giant skeleton, but I’m pretty sure that’s an oversight.

You can also use your reaction to Deflect Missiles and reduce incoming damage from arrows. If you reduce it to zero, you can throw it back. Yeah, it’s okay. I’m still thinking about the fire skeleton though.

10. Monk 4: The ASIs are coming hard and heavy right now, so bump up your Dexterity for better armor and attacks. You also get to Slow Fall as a reaction, so jumping out a building isn’t quite as stupid an idea for you.

11. Monk 5: Fifth level monks get an Extra Attack for more punches each action. That means you’ve got two in a normal turn, three with martial arts, four with flurry of blows, and six with an Action surge. You also get to turn those punches into Stunning Strikes, forcing a constitution save on the target to avoid getting stunned for a round. That save’s based on your wisdom though, so don’t expect miracles.

12. Bard 5: Bouncing back to bard real quick makes your Bardic Inspiration stronger, turning all those dice into d8s. That buffs your flourish power, and your party support. As a bonus, you become a Font of Inspiration, so those dice recharge on short rests too!

Really this is just a banner level for you, since with third level spells you can also grab Major Image to create a really big skeleton that actually feels hot!

13. Bard 6: Sixth level bards get pretty much nothing, ‘cause your extra attack doesn’t stack. You also get a Countercharm, I guess. Spend your action to give advantage to allies dealing with Fear and Charm effects.

If you want to do that and still be useful, spend a minute to give your allies a Motivational Speech -er, concert- to give them temporary HP and advantage on wisdom saves. If they’re hit by an attack, they also get advantage on their next attack too. The spell ends for everyone after an hour, or for a creature after their temporary HP is destroyed.

14. Bard 7: Seventh level bards get fourth level spells, like Hallucinatory Terrain. I know nobuserker won’t get the ability to set fields on fire for a while, but futureproofing is a good habit to get into.

15. Monk 6: Hopping back over to monk real quick for some Ki-Empowered Strikes, making your fists magical for overcoming resistance. You also get one more Elemental Discipline, and Sweeping Cinder Strike gives you Burning Hands for the low low cost of 2 ki points per cast. You can also spend an extra ki point to upcharge it, but honestly that’s more trouble than it’s worth.

16. Bard 8: Another ASI! Use this one to power up your Charisma for stronger heals, stronger spells, and more inspiration. You can also cast Phantasmal Killer so Skelly can go kill people on his own.

17. Bard 9: Your Song of Rest grows to a d8 as well, for sicker riffs while you’re jamming. You can also Animate Objects, so now you can really put the “chain” back in your chainsaw and go scooting around.

18. Bard 10: Your Bardic Inspiration grows one last time to a d10, and you get Magical Secrets, two spells from any class. (You also get a cantrip, so.. True Strike, why not.)

You also learn the spell Find Greater Steed so you can ride in style in your own customizable rocket. I’d recommend a Griffon, but anything with a flying speed is good. You also get Haste to make that griffon more rocket-y, doubling a target creature’s speed, giving it an extra action, advantage on dex saves and checks, and it’s AC goes up by 2. You’ll have to let the engines cool afterwards though, it’ll have to take a turn off once the spell ends. Also, make sure you keep that thing low to the ground, unless you want to get pancaked by Ishtar.

Also, more Expertise. Perfect your atsumori with Acrobatics and your cool poses with Intimidation.

19. Monk 7: It took a while to get here, but you finally get Evasion! Now your dexterity saves are super good, with failures only dealing half damage and successes avoiding all damage! You also get a Stillness of Mind that lets you end charming and frightening effects on yourself. Madness enhancement is one hell of a drug.

20. Monk 8: Your capstone level is one last ASI, and if you made it this far you deserve a pat on the back. And also the Tough feat for 40 extra HP.

Pros:

With support from your fighting techniques and bard spells plus damage from your monk stuff, you’ve got a lot of variety, so you can fill out any niche your party doesn’t have covered.

Being a mobile monk means you’re fast as hell and hard to retaliate against, making you perfect at hit and run tactics. Use that action surge for a burst of activity, then run off before anyone knows what happened.

Despite being a berserker you have a lot of support options and can fit a lot of roles, from preventing status effects with countercharm & motivational speech to healing with cure wounds to weakening enemies with vicious mockery, bane, and distracting strikes.

Cons:

A less generous person might say this build is too Cluttered. You’ve got inspiration and martial arts fighting for your bonus action, and while you can do many things, there are more dedicated builds that do them better.

This is in part due to limited resources for your best abilities, mostly tied to short rests. With limited action surges, distracting strikes, flourishes, and fire snake fangs, you’ve got a short fuse, and it’ll take work to make sure you don’t burn out before the fighting’s over.

Your ability scores are similarly spread out in all directions, with your wisdom being the big loser. This means that if you can’t outrun someone you’ll be an easy target with an AC of only 15, and your monk abilities like Sweeping Cinder Strike and Stunning Strike aren’t nearly as useful as they should be.

#Fate Grand Order #FGO #DND #D&D 5e #Oda Nobunaga #Monk #Fighter #Bard

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sincerelyella · 3 years

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It’s Your Love - happy birthday Burnsy!

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Pairings: Drake x OC (Alyssa); Liam x MC (Ella)

Song Inspiration: It’s Your Love by Tim McGraw & Faith Hill

Characters belong to Pixelberry; OC Alyssa Devereaux belongs to my sister @burnsoslow; Ella Brooks belongs to me.

Summary: The gang coordinates a surprise for Alyssa’s birthday.

A/N: It’s my Burnsy’s birthday and I’m sure everything I’m going to say she already knows! Firstly, I’m so sorry I changed my mind about which AU and which song for this fic like 47545024 million trillion times. Burns just freaking gets me mmkay? She’s my nakie twin, my soul sister, my football bestie and my biggest cheerleader. GUYS! Idk how I could have gotten through this year without her checking in on me, our football conversations or her amazing (and haaawwwwt) fics. Some dialogue in this fic, btw, was taken from a conversation we really had (and as usual, she is hilarious).

Burns, you know that I love you a BUTT TON and I will fight ANYBODY for you (where’s my vaseline?!) Thank you for always being in my corner, for giving me SEVERAL pep talks this year (because I’m dramatic), for believing in me when I sometimes didn’t believe in myself, and for loving me SO HARD. I really hope you have an amazing day and you enjoy your bday dessert and that you like this little fic.

-> please note, this is a rereblog and I am adding this fic to my ML. Today is not actually our sweet Burnsy’s birthday even though we would all like it to be lol

A/N2: This is set in The Loft AU by the way! Check it out here if you haven’t seen these guys’ shenanigans.

Warnings: Adult language, sexual innuendos, and major fluff guys!! The birthday girl wanted to be swooned and I will do my damndest to give her whatever she wants today.

Thank you so much @alyssalauren for letting me vent and letting me harass you with my whining … and listening to me change my mind about this for WEEKS - and also prereading for me along with @ofpixelsandscribbles. I love you guys so much!

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Alyssa was not feeling well. The more she coughed, the more she felt like death. “Oh, God, I feel like my brain is going to explode into itty bitty pieces,” she moaned with her arm draped over her face.

Drake bit his lip in an effort to stop a chuckle. She’s so fucking cute, and whiny. But cute. “Baby, it’s just a cold, you’ll be fine.” He slid onto their large king-sized bed and began to rub her lower back.

“It’s not! It’s the plague! Those kids at school don’t cover their mouths and sneeze up into the air! Like, I can see particles of their spit, just wafting,” she complained as she waved her hand in the air, mimicking the particles. “I bet you it landed on me or I inhaled that shit and now, look at me!” Her cute nose was reddened slightly from blowing out copious amounts of snot. She was seriously thinking about shoving some tissue in each nostril just to make sure nothing dripped.

Drake moved his hands upward and massaged her shoulders gently. “I can make you some soup,” he nibbled on her earlobe. “And make you feel … relaxed.”

“Mmmm,” she shivered at his words and sniffled. “Yes, baby, make me feel relaxed!”

A little while later

After Drake’s impressive two hour session of making Alyssa feel better, loud knocks sounded at their bedroom door.

“Lyssa!” Ella bellowed. “Lyss, you’re not answering my phone calls! Are you dead?!”

“No,” she croaked from the bed and stifled a laugh when Drake tripped trying to put on his boxers. “I was just getting my back blown out by my hot boyfriend.”

“Ew, TMI! Okay, are you covered up? I’m coming in!”

“No!” Drake yelled as he hurriedly threw on his pants. “Do not come in here, Brooks! I’m fucking naked!”

“Like I haven’t seen a naked man before,” Ella pushed open the door and rolled her eyes at Drake. “You aren’t even naked, Walker, get a grip.”

“No damn privacy around here,” he grumbled as he looked for a shirt in the closet.

“Hi!” Alyssa called out hoarsely from the bed as she tucked her comforter around her naked body. “I didn’t go to work today, I felt like death was coming for me.”

“I could hear you coughing from the kitchen. So, your blood pressure and that gnarly cough you have are what’s concerning me.”

“Yeah,” Lyss frowned and sniffed. “The cough is rough.”

“And gunky huh? Are you spitting up weird colored stuff?”

“No, it's clear and phlegmy!”

Ella narrowed her eyes on her best friend. “Lyss, did you take your blood pressure today?”

“I … umm no, I don’t like the machine.”

Ella let out a sigh. “You have to babe!”

Lyss’s bottom lip quivered. “I get scared my arm will explode.”

“Lyssa.”

The lip quiver always works with Drake. “… yes?”

“Your arm won’t explode.”

“If it malfunctions it could!”

Ella rubbed her hands over her face. “Alyssa!”

“In one of the Halloween movies, Michael Myers killed someone in the hospital by putting a BP cuff around their neck and pumping it until their head exploded!”

“What the fuck? Okay, no more Halloween movies for you!”

“But-”

“It’s not going to explode, Alyssa. You need to take your blood pressure. Do I have to hogtie you?”

“No ma’am, I’m taller than you!”

“By ½ an inch!”

Ella switched tactics. “If you don’t do this, I’m going to get Drake on you.”

Lyss giggled. “That’s hardly a punishment.”

Ella’s eye twitched and Alyssa held back a laugh.

After another 10 minutes, Alyssa finally agreed to only check her blood pressure if Ella did it for her and Drake had to hold her hand. Once the numbers were acceptable to Ella, Alyssa added to her terms. “Also, I want chicken noodle soup and those little soup crackers” - she sniffled - “and coffee.”

“Why not tea? That’s better I think,” Ella brushed some hair off of her best friend’s forehead.

“Coffee.”

“Cream isn’t a good idea for-”

Drake gave Ella a look.

“I mean … sure!”

“I’ll get started on that, baby,” Drake leaned over to kiss his girlfriend on top of her head. “Be right back.”

Ella waited until he closed the bedroom door behind him. “Lyssa.”

“Hmm?” She was already settled into the fluffy pillow and her eyes fluttered shut.

“Do you have a fever?” Not waiting for an answer, Ella leaned forward and felt Alyssa’s forehead with the back of her hand.

“Nu-uh,” Lyss mumbled and coughed.

“Lyss?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t you want to put on some clothes?”

“Mmm, nope, I’m good naked.”

Ella chuckled. “Okay.”

She stood and left Lyss alone to rest. Ella wandered into the kitchen to find Liam and Drake as they stared into a large pot of broth.

“Is she asleep?” Drake asked while he stirred.

“Yep, she’s passed out,” Ella peered into the pot. “You need to add more onions.”

Drake tasted the broth again and shrugged. “Okay, more onions it is.”

Liam handed Drake the bowl of green onions. “So, what do you have planned for her birthday? Are you proposing yet?”

“I had planned to take her to the park and have a picnic,” Drake paused as he tasted the broth again from the ladle. “But seeing as how she’s not wanting to leave the bedroom, I might have to rethink my plan.”

“Hmmm,” Liam tapped his fingers over his mouth. “Why don’t you just have a picnic in the bedroom with her?”

“I guess,” Drake frowned. “That’s not very romantic.”

“You’re trying to be romantic, Walker?” Leo said as he walked into the kitchen with Maxwell with several bags from Nordstrom.

“Yeah, I am, if you must know.”

“I can help you out!” Leo’s wide grin made Drake narrow his eyes.

“What’s in it for you, Rys?”

“Oh, I just love helping my friends! Let me put all my stuff down in the bedroom, I’ll be right back.”

As soon as Leo was out of earshot, Drake hissed. “I don’t trust him!”

“I know,” Max replied. “It’s Leo we’re talking about. After he saw the movie Titanic he started the Billy Zane fan club.”

Ella stopped washing the dishes in the sink and turned. “Wait, what?!”

“Yeah,” Liam added. “Look it up, they’re called the Zaniacs.”

“Why does that make me angrier than anything he’s ever done?!”

Liam shrugged. “He also roots for Billy Zabka’s character in The Karate Kid.”

“Alright, guys! It’s romance time!” Leo announced as he came back to the kitchen.

Three days later

Leo, Maxwell, and Liam were busy setting up things for Drake and Alyssa’s outing at the beach.

“Why is Ella not helping us?” Maxwell huffed as he and Leo carried large boxes of twinkling lights.

“She’s here for Lyss, and to make sure Walker doesn’t sweat too much and get dehydrated,” Leo laughed as all three looked at Drake in the kitchen pacing back and forth.

“Fuck you guys,” his chocolate brown hair a mess after running his fingers through them more times than he can count. “I’m just … nervous.”

“Yeah, we can see that,“ Leo cackled as they walked out into the hallway and waited for the elevator.

“It’s going to work,” Liam reassured his best friend as he grabbed the guitar by the door and followed Max and Leo out.

“Drake, it’s going to be fine,” Ella put her hands on his shoulders to stop him from wandering around the kitchen; it was making her dizzy. “Liam is the King of Romance. Don’t listen to Leo, Alyssa is going to say yes.”

“How do you know that?” He began to babble and couldn’t stop himself. “What if this is too soon? What if she hates my singing? What if she says no?”

“You should be worried about whether she’ll get out of bed,” Ella looked towards the bedroom door.

“Oh my God, is she still in bed?!” He inhaled too quickly and began to cough.

“Okay, Walker, I was kidding. You know she adores you. She said ‘I love you’ first for crying out loud,” she gave him a concerned look. “Are you getting sick?”

“No, I don’t … get sick,” he sputtered as he continued to cough.

“Well you are pretty delicate, maybe you should slow down.”

He waved off her comment as his coughs began to dissipate. “I’m not delicate, I’m just” - he lowered his voice to a whisper yell - “proposing to my girlfriend and I don’t even know if she’s going to like this damn plan!”

Ella rolled her eyes. “Okay, so let’s just forget that you got sick watching Frozen.”

Drake glared. “No. I did not.”

“You also got a nosebleed watching Up,” she smirked.

“Oh my God, will you ever let that go?!”

Ella let out a chuckle. “Okay, fine then, why don’t you go and take a shower?”

“I already did,” Drake looked down at his sweat-stained shirt.

“Yeah, why don’t you go and take another one.”

He nodded. “Be right back.”

30 minutes later

“El! I need help!”

“Lyssa? What’s wrong?” Ella let herself into the bedroom Alyssa and Drake shared.

“My sinuses hurt and I dropped my dress and my book on the floor.”

“Okay?”

“Can you pick it up for me? It hurts to bend over.”

Ella hid a smile and bent to pick up Alyssa’s black dress and her book titled Remember Two Things. “I’ve been meaning to read this, how is it so far?”

“Oh it is so good,” Lyss put the book on her nightstand and pulled the dress over her head. “I’m at chapter 18 and these two have been in love since college-”

“No spoilers! I’m going to read it after you,” Ella found Lyss’ shoes under the bed and helped her put them on. “You take that medication I gave you?”

“The pill was too big.”

“Alyssa!”

“I’m kidding, yes, I took it,” she dimpled. “It was a gel capsule.”

Ella let out a sigh of relief. “Okay, good. You don’t need your sinuses to act up while you’re out.”

“Where is he taking me?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

Alyssa pouted. “No, I don’t.”

Drake appeared in the doorway with a brand new shirt that was miraculously dry. “Ready baby?”

“Yeah, I’m ready,” she stood and wrapped her arms around her best friend. “Thank you for helping me!”

Ella shooed the couple out the door and quickly called Liam to let them know they were on their way.

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“Baby, why did you take another shower?” Alyssa eyed Drake’s damp hair.

“I … slipped in something Max spilled on the floor in the kitchen.” Fuck, I suck at lying.

“Oh,” Lyss chewed on her bottom lip and studied Drake’s side profile as he drove his truck through the streets of Los Angeles. “I was thinking … you’ve taken such good care of me while I’ve been whiny and sick and I wanted to thank you.”

“Of course, I care about you.”

“I love you, baby, I feel like we’re so good together.”

“We are, Lyss, I love you too,” he reached over and intertwined his fingers with hers.

Drake slowly pulled the truck into a parking spot and turned off the engine. “Come on, I have something I want to show you.”

Alyssa nodded. She hopped out of the car and took Drake’s outstretched hand as he led her into a walkway with arching shrubs above them. “What is this place?”

“It used to be a secret spot I went to when I was single,” he glanced down at her while she stared up at the greenery in awe. “I would just come down here to be alone.”

Suddenly, the archway lit up in thousands of little twinkling lights that illuminated their way down to the end of the walkway. “Oh my God,” Alyssa squealed. “I love this so much, it’s beautiful!” They came to the end of the lights and began to walk onto sand.

“Only a little bit further,” Drake mumbled as he took in the ocean, then focused his gaze on the large purple blanket that was sprawled out on the sand a few yards in front of them.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a little picnic the guys set up for us,” he gave Alyssa a nervous smile. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes! What’s for dinner?”

“Taco pizza and for dessert,” Drake excitedly climbed onto the blanket after removing his shoes. “S’mores brownie pie.”

“S’mores?!” Alyssa peeked into the large basket that held the pie. “Can we eat dessert first?”

Drake let out a loud laugh. “Whatever you want, baby it’s your birthday.”

Lyss opened the box where the taco pizza sat and she inhaled deeply. “Oh, no, we’re eating this first.” She grabbed a plate and separated two pieces, one for her, one for Drake.

“Thank you.”

They settled into a comfortable silence as they watched the waves cascade over the sand; the sun was slowly fading, disappearing behind the ocean, leaving its yellow-orange coloring over the blue hue of the water. Alyssa was sitting in between Drake’s legs, her back against his chest.

“This hit the spot,” she patted her stomach. “Taco pizza just like in Remember Two Things.”

“That’s where I got the idea from,” he kissed her on top of her head. “You told me how taco pizza sounded amazing and I had to get that for you.”

“You are amazing,” she leaned her head back and touched her lips to his. “Is that a guitar? Why didn’t I notice that before?”

Drake’s face turned a bright shade of red. “Uh, yeah, I had Liam bring his guitar out here.”

“Do you” - she pulled away from him and turned all the way around with widened eyes - “do you play guitar, baby?”

He nervously scratched the back of his neck. “I … Well, sort of. Liam taught me when we were teenagers.”

“That is so hot,” Lyss mumbled and she bit her bottom lip. “Will you play for me?”

Drake nodded. “Hopefully I’m not too rusty, it’s been years.”

“I know I will love it.”

Drake picked up the acoustic guitar behind him and began to tune it. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he went through each string and turned the knobs in turn. Alyssa watched as he dug into his jean pocket and pulled out a guitar pick. How is a man with a guitar so sexy?

“Here goes nothing.”

He strummed the guitar and smiled when it didn’t sound off-key. He took in a deep breath and began to sing.

Dancing in the dark, Middle of the night

Taking your heart, And holding it tight

Emotional touch, Touching my skin

And askin' you to do, What you've been doing

All over again

Alyssa was taken aback. She had no idea he played guitar or sang a note until today. Drake Walker singing country music just did something to her; not to mention the fact that she loved this song.

Oh, it's a beautiful thing, Don't think I can keep it all in

I just gotta let you know, What it is that won't let me go

She couldn’t stop herself, she started to sing along with him. It was a duet anyway.

It's your love, It just does something to me

It sends a shock right through me, I can't get enough

And if you wonder, About the spell I'm under

Oh it's your love

Their eyes were locked as they sang together. Alyssa harmonizing with him made his stomach do flip flops. He was a nervous wreck just thinking about singing and playing this damn guitar in front of her. But once she started to sing, he wanted to stop so he could hear her angelic voice instead of his rough one.

“Drake?”

Her voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize I stopped.”

“That was so beautiful,” Lyss’ eyes were full of unshed tears. “I had no idea you could sing, baby.”

“I’m sorry I stopped, I wanted to hear your voice instead of mine.”

“Come on, let’s keep going!”

“I … I wanted to ask you something first.”

“Okay, what’s up?”

He set the guitar down on the blanket next to him and reached into his other pocket. “Lyssa,” he pulled out a black velvet box but didn’t open his hand just yet. “I wanted to make your birthday special, and I was so fucking nervous because I didn’t know if you’d like all this.”

“Anything we do together I love, baby,” she grasped his free hand with both of hers. “Don’t ever think I won’t like something you plan for us.”

Drake nodded. “I love you and I chose that song because it’s your love that keeps me wanting to wake up every morning,” he opened his left hand and she saw the box in his hand.

“Is that …”

“Alyssa Devereaux,” Drake opened the ring box and there sat three round diamonds on a gold setting. “Will you marry me?”

The tears were falling and one hand was clamped over her mouth in shock. She was crying so hard and overwhelmed with so much emotion that she struggled to speak. “Y-yes, Drake, yes!”

Drake’s entire face lit up at her words; he slid the ring on her finger and leaned over to kiss her. “Do you have any idea how happy you’ve made me?”

Cheers erupted from behind some bushes behind them, and the couple turned in surprise. Leo, Maxwell, Liam, and Ella jumped out, all with their phone cameras pointed in Drake and Lyss’s direction.

Drake scowled. “What the fuck?”

“Guys!” Alyssa jumped up and waved her left hand in the air. “We’re engaged!” Ella pulled her in for a big hug and the two of them began jumping up and down.

“Nice going, Walker,” Leo smirked as he shoved the last piece of taco pizza in his mouth. “You still sing real pretty too, just like in middle school.”

“Fuck off, Rys,” Drake snarled.

“You did good, brother,” Liam stepped forward and pulled his best friend in for a manly hug.

Drake gave him a half-smile. “Thanks for setting this up, and for all your help, Li. I know Twiddle-Dumb and Twiddle-Dee didn’t help much.”

Liam shrugged. “They picked up your pizza and pie. Got one for themselves while we were waiting for you to pop the question.”

“Taco pizza is the bomb,” Maxwell announced with a mouth full of food. “You guys are engaged! When’s the wedding?!”

“We’re still on cloud nine from being engaged, Max,” Alyssa chuckled. “We’ll all plan it out when we’re ready.”

“All of them?” Drake asked incredulously as the gang began to clean up the picnic area. “All of them are helping us plan?”

“You’re stuck with us forever, gorgeous,” Leo called out to Lyss. “You sure that’s what you want?”

Alyssa looked over at her fiancé, who just so happened to look at her. “I am so sure.”

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doitjake · 4 years

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The boys as your best friends

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Requests: “[...] a headcanon of the boys as best friends ^.^ like fun and cute stuff that they would do“

A/N: now I feel that I NEED to become friends with these boys

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Josh

Josh is the kind of friend you can call anything and anywhere.

His whole family considers you part of the family, which means that besides Josh you have to put up with Jake calling you a child, even though you are only 5 months apart. But at least you can do the same with Sam and Ronnie.

He supports you in everything and will always be on your side.

Whenever you both have free time, you do marathons of old movies while Josh complains that you will die from drinking too much soda.

Stupid and senseless nicknames all the time.

You could spend hours just talking to each other about everything.

He is the kind of friend who says "I told you so" but pulls you in for a hug a second later.

Josh rarely shows that he is upset about something, but when he is, you just know and then sit down and pat your own lap so he can rest his head there and you can stroke his hair.

"Joshie!" You walk into his room, humming his nickname. "Did I mention I hate that nickname?" He speaks as he turns to the side so you can lie across from him on the bed, "I guess not today yet." You smile innocently and push him away, causing Josh to almost fall off the bed. "Y/N!"

Jake

Being Jake's best friend means "being single." Because every boy you go out with is jealous of him, and every girl he goes out with is jealous of you. Because from what people say, you are very close.

But it definitely doesn't stop you from teasing Jake when some random girl sends some kind of statement to him, and it also doesn't stop him from teasing you whenever you cry for some kind of stupid guy.

Spending the whole day listening to the blues while sharing a bottle of whiskey and a cigarette? Always, without hesitation.

You are always the first person Jake shows you his guitar compositions.

And he learned all your favorite songs so that he could play them for you when you were nervous.

Every month there has to be a discussion between you and him about "doing a spa day".

The discussion ends with you and Jake moisturizing your hair in your bathroom and you begging him to let you comb his hair afterwards.

Just two words: Sexual Tension

"I really think we are soulmates." Jake hands me the cigarette. "We definitely are." I reply laughing. "But damn we would be the worst couple in the world." He laughs incredulously and I choke on the smoke as I imagine this scene. "We would." I agree laughing.

Sam

Becoming friends with Sam when you were both 6 years old was the best thing you ever did in your life. Since then you are inseparable.

Your favorite activities are camping and karaoke. In the latter Sam likes to make it clear why he decided to play bass instead of singing.

You have played volleyball at school since the eighth grade. Sam never lost a game of yours. And he always made it clear that he was there, since every time you touched the ball he yelled things like "THAT'S MY FUCKING BEST FRIEND."

Since your 7th birthday, Sam is the first person to wish you a happy birthday, he always calls you at exactly midnight.

And you do the same on his birthday.

You do EVERYTHING together. First alcoholic drink? Together, hiding in the backyard of his house when you were 14.

And this resulted in the worst fight between you. When you revealed that you had a crush on Josh and Sam freaked out that if you dated you would forget about him.

But it's okay, you got over it, and nowadays whenever Josh talks to you, Sam makes sure to remind you of your crush on him.

"Sam, you're drooling on my arm, you idiot!" you push his head away from your arm. "Let me sleep, Y/n! He says, leaning his head on my arm again. I snort when I see that he is already back to sleep.

Danny

Danny is the sweetest, kindest friend you could ever have.

You support each other through everything.

When you passed your dream college he was freaking out just as much as you were.

And when you moved away from the city to go to college. This doesn't diminish your relationship.

Almost every weekend Danny came to visit you or you went to visit him.

And you would spend the whole weekend playing golf or Danny would spend the whole weekend trying to teach you drums.

On vacation you decided to take a trip to the beach. And every time you got hit by a wave, Danny would cry with laughter.

And to get revenge you would run out of the sea to get his clothes and hide them.

"Ouch, Y/n!" Danny complains when you pull too hard on a lock of his hair as you finish your braid. "No complaints." Danny mumbles something but has a smile on his face when you finish braiding his hair.

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karimjohnson · 4 years

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Lights Up: I’m Not Ever Going Back (Part 1)

Merry Christmas everyone! I have been so busy here lately. The holidays are always a busy time of the year. I love my family and I wanted to spend some quality time with them. I took a trip to see my friend of 17 years and we haven’t seen each other in person for 6 years. Then my parents had their birthdays. I had to work on top of all of that and work has been super busy. And now it’s Christmas?! Time has been flying and I apologize so much for slowly updating and writing. But lucky for you guys, I have two parts for you! I’m excited to post some more! Thank you for being patient and reading. My inbox is always open for suggestions! I love you guys and I hope you like it! Much love- K

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Summary: While on vacation with Harry and his bandmates; there is a huge storm that causes a power outage. You hate storms because you get really bad anxiety. Harry finds you hiding in your room. He tells you that you can stay in his room with him.

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Rated: PG (Fluff)

Part 2

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I was currently on vacation with some of my closest friends. Harry had invited me on a trip with his bandmates to the Caribbean Island for some inspiration for his new album coming up. We were all in this big house with the beach close by. There was a pool and patio out back where they did most of their writing during the early mornings and in the afternoon. I had gone to town a few times to just look around and see the culture. We all had gone to the beach a few times because they didn’t want me to feel left out in anything. I honestly didn’t feel left out at all.

I have heard a little bit of the songs that they had been working on and it all sounded amazing. I just like to be surprised with Harry’s music, hence the reason why I just mind my business while they work. I was currently in the living room watching TV, just trying to relax while everyone was outside working. Out of nowhere, I hear a loud crack of thunder strike and see a huge light flash outside. I jumped looking towards the back glass sliding door to see everyone rushing inside. “What’s going on,” I asked while picking myself up off the couch and rushing over to Mitch and Harry. “There’s a huge storm starting,” Harry said looking down at me. I looked around the group to peek outside.

Sure enough, it was dark and gray outside. The clouds twisted in the sky as it started pouring down rain. I absolutely hated storms. I could never sleep when the thunder boomed. It always made me jump. The lightening was always so blinding and would light up the whole room. I sighed and looked back to Harry, “I’m sorry that the rain cut into your work.” He shrugged as they all sat there instruments down in the kitchen. “It’s okay, we could always work inside. We were about to take a break anyway for some snacks. Do you want to join,” he asked with a sweet dimpled smile. I smiled back to him and nodded, “Sure, I could use a snack.” He chuckled and turned into the big white kitchen.

Everyone got their choice of snacks and sat down talking in their own conversations. I was eating some fruit that Harry and I cut up. I listened to everyone talking trying to drown out the storm that was coming down heavy outside. “Well, should we get back to work,” Ny asked looking to everyone. “Yeah, Y/N did you want to listen,” Harry asking turning to me. I blushed and bit my bottom lip. “I rather be surprised H. You know that. I need a shower anyway. You all go ahead and take over the living room,” I smiled to him and started cleaning up my mess. They all cleaned up after themselves as I headed for the stairs.

I hated declining the offers to listen to the magic they were working so hard on. But this storm was not slowing down anytime soon, and I was getting anxious. There was something about storms that just get my anxiety boiling over. I was not going to make it through a song with all the thunder causing me to jump. I walked into my room I was staying in and got everything ready for a relaxing bath. I started the water and added some bubbles. This will work, right? I started undressing and added a new face mask I brought with me. I had my hair pulled up and my face mask on. I climbed into the warm bath and leaned back closing my eyes.

Everything seemed to be calm for once since the storm started. I could hear some guitars and harmonies coming from downstairs. I smiled to myself and just felt the peace settle in. After a little while, I decided to get out and throw on my pajamas. Plus, I needed to wash my face off. I wrapped the towel around me and walked to the sink. I took a washcloth and ran some water over it. I started washing off the mask. Once that was done, I decided to brush my teeth. As I leaned down to spit, the lights went out. I looked up and around the bathroom. Oh god, please tell me this is a joke. I walked over to the light switch and started flipping it. Nothing. Complete darkness.

I started to slightly freak out to myself. I hate the dark and I hate storms. I cannot stress that enough. I started getting dressed in the dark and walked to my bed trying not to fall. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and climbed underneath the covers. I pulled them over my head as my phone vibrated. It was a text from Harry. ‘Power is out. Not sure when it will be back on yet. Are you okay? -H.’ I sighed and closed my eyes as thunder cracked outside my window. I jumped feeling my heart rate go up. I was not getting any kind of sleep tonight. I sighed and made myself as comfortable as I could. I gently closed my eyes wishing for sleep to take over my anxious mind. Another rumble of thunder filled my empty room and lighting struck, igniting my whole room in a blinding white light.

My breathing started to pick up and I tried my best to control it. I rolled onto my back inhaling a deep breath trying to relax my body. I started to hear a few voices out in the hallway. I guess everyone is trying to find a light source for their music session. Then a small knock filled my now quiet room. I didn’t move right away because I thought I just imagined it. I heard the door creak open and I slowly pulled the blankets down from my head. I looked over into the dark room towards the door to see Harry’s silhouette posted against the doorframe. “Y/N, you okay? I forget how much you hate storms,” his raspy voice filled my ears, and I could feel myself starting to blush from embarrassment. “It’s not your fault. Honestly, I forget about it too,” I whispered as I played with the comforter on my bed.

“Are you going to be able to sleep tonight,” Harry asked as he shuffled towards the bed. I looked up at him and felt my face just fall flat. “Probably not,” I answered him and looked towards the window. The wind had picked up outside causing the tree branches to clash against my window. I cringed at the noise and tried to ignore it as best as I can. I could see Harry watching my expressions to decide on his next move. “Well, we all cleaned up the living room. We decided to call it night on the songwriting,” he sighed as he took a seat on my bed. I looked at him with a small smile. “Were you able to shower and relax some,” Harry asked nodding towards the bathroom. “Yeah, I felt somewhat relaxed. The power decided to shut off as I was brushing my teeth. So, I just got dressed and curled into bed,” I pouted slightly and shrugged up to him.

He chuckled and I could see him playing with his rings. “Well, do you want someone to stay up with,” Harry asked looking to me with dimpled smile. I rolled my eyes and laughed a little. “You don’t have to stay up with H. I appreciate it but you need your sleep,” I say nudging him with my foot a little. “So? I can still have a crazy sleep schedule if I choose to. We can go in my room if you want,” he said playfully nudging me back. “I could help distract you from the storm in some way,” he spoke up and I raised a brow at him. After a few more minutes, Harry finally persuaded me to go to his room with him.

We walked to his room and I walked to his bed. Harry had walked into his bathroom and started doing his nightly routine. I laid back on his bed and looked up to the ceiling. I could still hear the loud storm roaring outside the house. I sighed and sat up looking into the bathroom door. Harry was brushing his teeth indicating that he was about to come back out to the bedroom. I leaned back and just played with his comforter. I felt the bed sink down and I looked up to see a pair of green eyes watching me carefully. “You okay, love,” he asked tilting his head a bit. “Yeah, I was just waiting on you to come back out here. What are we going to do with no power,” I asked and bit down on my bottom lip. We weren’t able to turn on a movie or anything. “Well, we could talk until we fall asleep,” he shrugged as I looked up at him. There was something about the way the moonlight hit his face in the darkness. I slowly felt myself falling into some kind of trance watching him.

“I guess we could,” I whispered looking down at my hands. I felt him move around the bed and I looked to him. He was laying down with his arms open for me. I smiled and blushed at his actions. Harry and I have been close friends for a while. It’s not like it was weird to cuddle with your best friend or anything. Everyone does it, right? I crawled up and wrapped my right arm around his toned tattooed covered torso. I tucked my left arm into his side as I placed my head down on his chest. I took in his scent and my mouth began to water. I could feel his breathing. He seemed slightly nervous but mainly happy. His heart was beating a little faster against his chest than normal. I looked up to him as I started to play with his shirt.

“So, are you having a good time here? I know it kind of sucks when we all come together to write. I was worried about bringing you out here because I don’t want you to feel left out,” Harry spoke to me softly. I could feel his fingers twirl my hair around and tickle my scalp. I smiled to myself and thought about how our week has been going. “I don’t feel left out at all. I just like to be surprised to hear your new stuff the day you release it. I think we all have had fun here. You guys have been so great to me. You made sure to do stuff with me before you all have your music sessions at night. I really am having a great and relaxing time here H,” I whispered looking up to meet his gaze. He was watching me with a big grin on his face.

“What,” I asked looking at him as I started to worry that I said something wrong. “Nothing,” he chuckled and poked my cheek. “Harry, seriously what is it,” I asked sitting up to balance myself to look at him better. “It’s not bad,” he smiled tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear. “You are just cute,” he winked at me and I felt warmth running to the apples of my cheeks at his compliment. “Harry don’t be so lame,” I scoffed and hit him playfully with a pillow. He started laughing and grabbed his self a pillow. We both moved to sit on our knees while we got more into our pillow fight. Our breathless laughs filled the room. I kept going even though I was losing my breath the harder I went.

A roaring clash of thunder and lighting struck, my body tensed up and I immediately curled up into a ball squeezing the pillow in my embrace. I shut my eyes tightly trying to make the moment pass. I could feel Harry hovering over my small frame. He wrapped one arm around my waist to pull me closer to him. His other hand gently caressing my cheek. “Shh, it’s okay Y/N,” he whispered to me while running the pad of his thumb along my cheek. I took a deep breath and nuzzled myself into his touch. His presence was helping my nerves feel at ease. “You can open your eyes love, it’s just me,” he spoke softly to me. I slowly let my eyes flutter open and I was met with those green ivy eyes. I let out my breath and sighed as the relief finally hit me.

Harry smiled down at me causing me to smile back up at him. “Feel better,” he asked softly. I couldn’t help but get chills as his breath ran across my face. “A little bit yes,” I nod and realize that he has me semi-pinned to the bed. Harry is beautiful. He wasn’t making me uncomfortable at all. I had just never been this close to him. Sure, anyone who meets Harry is head over heels for him. He was everything. And to think, me crushing on my best friend, how cliché. I took in all his features as the moonlight caught them in all the right ways. I could see Harry watching the expressions and gears turning in my head. He inched his face a tab bit closer to mine. Our lips brushed against each other causing me to gasp at the feeling.

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hey! could i request a oneshot of Reggie finding out that someone launched garlic bread into space and then ate it +him freaking out to someone about it

Okay so it might've taken me some time to get around to this. But! It's done! Thank you so much for sending this through by the way, I had a field day writing it.

For those of you confused, the garlic bread thing is from this video. Below the line is the writing, but you can also find it here on ao3.

It starts, as many things do in the Molina house, with Carlos. But what happens, unlike many things in the Molina house, cannot be linked to Carlos. Rather, it’s Reggie’s fault. Although Reggie would like to argue otherwise!

After all, it’s not Reggie’s fault that Carlos’ iPad was open to YouTube when he was bored. And he certainly can’t be blamed for scrolling through YouTube. Everyone knows that an unlocked phone is a sign that it should-be-used. Which means that Reggie isn’t in the wrong when he clicks on a YouTube video called ‘We Sent Garlic Bread to the Edge of Space, Then Ate It’.

He’s not entirely sure what he expects the five minute and twenty-three second video to show him, but it’s certainly not what he receives.

(A series of things Reggie says while watching: ‘Facts!’ when the deliciousness of garlic bread is acknowledged; ‘Rude! I can’t believe I didn’t know about this’ when he learns that pizza has already been sent to the edge of space; ‘This is making me dizzy’ when the camera appears to spin around; and ‘Oh, they’re like storm chasers but BREAD chasers!’ when the crew have to chase the garlic bread to find it when it lands.)

At last, the video comes to an end and, as Reggie sits and dwells on the wonder that is life, the iPad goes black. “Nooo,” Reggie whines. The iPad, cold and unfeeling object that is, doesn’t respond to his cries and remains black.

Reggie pouts at it. It doesn’t respond to that either. “Fine,” Reggie says. “I’m going to go talk to someone who actually responds to me.” Having gotten the last word, Reggie poofs to wherever his bandmates are.

His bandmates aren’t together, but he does poof to where Luke is on the pier. Luke is sitting with his legs hanging off the side, the water below rippling with small waves. Unsurprisingly, Luke has his guitar in his hands and is strumming it absent mindfully.

This close to Luke, Reggie’s connection with his bandmate is distant—which, really, one would think the opposite thing would happen. However, it turns out that the further away Reggie is from his bandmates, the easier it is to sense where they are and whether they’re happy or not. It’s impossible to tell anything more than that, but it’s just another one of their weird ghost powers.

“Hey Regs,” Luke says, smiling upon seeing him. “I thought you were hanging out back at the house?”

Grinning, Reggie says, “I learnt something!” Then, pausing, he tries to sense where Alex is. He doesn’t know how he can tell that it’s Alex, but it feels like big hoodies, like comforting hugs, like something steady thrumming through his body. It’s different to how Luke feels, because Luke feels like shoulders knocking together, like hot drinks, like singing songs at the top of your lungs driving down the highway.

“Let me get Alex,” Reggie says. He tugs on the connection between them, winding it around his fingers and then pulling.

Alex appears in a poof, anxiety lining his face, before he relaxes upon seeing them. Then, he crosses his arms, “What d’you want?” He asks, tone long-suffering. Reggie grins at him, bouncing forward and pauses on his toes just in front of Alex, waiting.

With a sigh, Alex opens his arms and Reggie immediately fits his arms around Alex’s waist and lifts his bandmate off his feet, spinning him around. Against his will, Alex laughs, and when Reggie lets him go, his bandmate drops an arm around his shoulder, tugging him close to his side. “Love you,” Reggie says. Then, remembering why he’d gone to find his bandmates in the first place, he glances over at Luke who’s watching him with a content smile. “Do you guys wanna learn what I learnt today?”

“Is there a new Star Wars thing coming out?” Luke asks.

Shaking his head, Reggie laughs. “No, but that’d be pretty awesome! Guess again.”

This time Alex guesses. “They discovered an ancient pizza and then ate it?” When the others look at him, he shrugs. “It’s possible!”

“I feel like I should question that but I really don’t know enough to do so,” Luke says. “Were either of us correct?” He asks, directing his question to Reggie as he gets up, guitar disappearing without a gesture.

“Nope!” Now that Luke’s standing it’s all too easy for Reggie to throw himself forward. Luke stumbles, almost toppling backwards into the ocean, and Reggie’s laughing as Luke steadies them, squeezing tight. “It was something I saw on Carlos’ iPad!”

“Let’s not fall into the ocean today,” Luke says as they step apart. “I don’t particularly feel like going swimming today.”

“Alright,” Reggie says and between one blink and the next, he poofs them onto a wooden platform that sits facing the beach and ocean. They’re lucky enough that they don’t poof into people—which is never a fun experience, especially when you’re not prepared for it.

Alex sighs in response to the change in position and Luke punches him in the shoulder, but neither of them complain much, which gives Reggie the perfect chance to finally talk about the video he saw. “It was a video,” Reggie drags the word out, winking subtly at Alex. Of course, Alex wouldn’t know subtly if it hit him so it takes another few seconds before he realises what Reggie wants and begins drumming on his legs, “about space!”

The drumroll from Alex stops and silence is the only response Reggie gets. He frowns at his bandmates. What kind of response is this? Space is the coolest!

��Well?” Luke demands, “Are you going to tell us about it or keep us waiting?”

Oh, Reggie realises. His bandmates were just waiting for him to continue. Of course.

“Right so, these people sent garlic bread to the edge of space and then ate it!”

“I’m sorry, they what?!” Alex’s shout of surprise has Reggie cackling. “That’s- That’s-” Alex’s stuttering also sends Luke into a burst of laughter. In the end, Alex throws his hands up in the air and seems to give up.

“Yeah!” Reggie agrees. “And I get it y’know, garlic bread is the food of the gods-”

“No… No, I’m pretty sure that’s ambrosia,” Luke says. “Like… eighty percent sure it’s ambrosia.”

“Psh,” Reggie waves his hand. “Not important. But! They sent garlic bread into space and then ate it, and you know what they haven’t done?”

“Sent pizza?” Both Alex and Luke speak at the same time, then exchange an identical look of surprise. Reggie laughs at them. They know him too well.

Swinging his legs, Reggie says, “They’ve done that! But no! They haven’t thought about me! About us! Why aren’t they making ghost garlic bread? Huh? Where’s my ghost garlic bread? Or- Or ghost pizza! Alex, why hasn’t Willie shown us where they keep the ghost pizza? Why has the world abandoned us like this?”

Luke pets his leg. “Clearly we’ve got to do this ourselves,” he says.

Horrified, Alex says, “No,” but his voice is lost to the sea wind and Reggie meets Luke’s gaze. Luke is grinning, a wide thing that tells of trouble and the best times.

“Yes,” Luke counters. “C’mon Al, you know you want to.”

“The last time you tried to cook, you started a fire!”

Luke shrugs. “It was a small fire and Reggie had it handled.” Reggie nods in agreement. Fires are kind of his thing. Starting them. Making them bigger. Extinguishing them. Really, he’s the superhero of fires. Or something. He’s not entirely sure where he was going with that.

“We can’t eat!” Alex says which, well, that’s a good point.

Too bad Reggie was ready for it!

“We can’t eat food that lifers have made. What if we can eat food that we make?”

Alex opens his mouth before closing it with a click. Just like that, Reggie knows that Alex is with them. He holds his hand out to Luke who fistbumps him. “This is going to end in disaster,” Alex complains, but Reggie sees his grin. He knows the truth. They’re going to make ghost garlic bread. The ghost cooking world won’t know what’s coming.

Get ready ghost cooking world! Reggie and his fellow kind-of-chiefs are coming!

#julie and the phantoms #wip #ask #prompt response

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