#Robbie Returned to the Group and Got Made Fun of

[stupidvillainousposts]

Trust When I Say That Wendy's Friends (They're Still Friends, Though Wendy Doesn't Spend as Much Time with Them Since They Mostly Spend Time Asking Her About Stan) Definitely Hang Around the Shack Daring Each Other to Get Closer Without Chickening Out

Robbie got scared once after seeing Stan stretch and bare his fangs, then ran into the woods like he was being chased

Robbie, running deep into the forest: Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit! Oh, fuck! I'm gonna die!

Hawk: *Watches Robbie Pass and Screeches*

Robbie: *Screams* What was that?!?!?!?

Unicorn: Wow, you're a bit of a wuss, huh?

Robbie, tensing and staring at the unicorn: You... you're a-

Unicorn, dismissively: Yeah, yeah, I am. Now, what are you running from, Wuss?

Robbie, regaining himself: I'm not a wuss! And the name's Robbie!

Unicorn: Okay, Wuss. What were you running from?

Robbie: Why should I tell you?

Unicorn: I'm a horse with a giant horn on my head. Do the math.

Robbie: And why would you help me?

Unicorn: Because I like it when humans owe me favors.

Robbie: *Scoffs* Like I'm gonna- *Hears Rustling Nearby* HE'S HERE! THE WOLFMAN IS HERE!

Unicorn: "Wolfman"? Oh! Do you mean Stanley?

Robbie: I don't know his name! I just know he's evil!

Unicorn: *Whinnies with Amusement* Oh, please! Stanley Pines is the farthest thing from evil!

Robbie: He ate a kid's face!

Unicorn: *Huffs in Annoyance* He bit a human who threatened him. Do you expect a random dog to just let you slap it, hit it with stones and bricks, or wrap a rope around its neck?

Robbie, horrified: Obviously not!

Unicorn: Then why expect Stanley to let the same happen to him? He may be half human, but, like all creatures in this forest, he will fight back if needed. Even if it... draws a little blood.

Robbie: The kid's face is gone.

Unicorn: Eye for an eye. Beyond that, however, I suggest you get to know him. Stanley could use a few more humans in his corner.

Robbie: I'll "get to know him" when he stops being dangerous.

Unicorn: Good! Then you'll start now.

[natashaslesbian]

Scar x kid reader the reader is learning how to talk properly and is in the stage of repeating everything and Scarlett had to leave the reader with some of her cast members and the reader hear some of them swearing and later on repeats them to Scarlett

Copy Cat

Word Count: 698

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It was a beautiful day on the set of Avengers Endgame the cast had a small break in the day and Scarlett used this time so run a few errands. You were sitting comfortably on your mamas hip as she said goodbye to her cast mates, you had met the original 6 cast when they were filming Infinity War so Scarlett was comfortable leaving you in their care. “I shouldn’t be too long” your mom said as she passed you to Jeremy “toe lon” you mumbled happily, smiling widely when the people around you giggled softly. You hadn’t quite got the hang of speaking yet, a few words were audible but most of your speech was a jumbled mess. “That’s right baby too long” Scarlett laughed “mommy will be back soon okay I love you” she said as she kissed your forehead. “Baksun” you babbled making your mom smile proudly.

With a final wave Scarlett was off out, you turned to Jeremy and lifted your arms high in the air “mama bon!” You said. “She has gone hasn’t she!” Jeremy said as he twisted you in his arms “she won’t be long though, why don’t we play eye spy to pass the time?” He asked. “Ey pie!” You cheered, the cast knew it was your favourite game and was sure to keep you entertained while Scarlett was gone. You played happily with Jeremy, Mark, Chris Evans and Robert while Hemsworth went to grab some snacks. “Eye spy with my little eye” Mark said “something beginning with R” you thought hard for a few seconds looking around you to see what began with the letter R. Your eyes lit up when you saw Robert smiling towards you “Robbie Robbie!” You said pointing at him “wav it Robbie?” You asked, looking back at Mark.

You continued to play your game and eventually Chris made his way back to the group, a mountain of snacks in his arms. Walking through the door, Chris bumped into the other Chris, causing Hemsworth to drop the pile of snacks. “Ah Shit!” He exclaimed, bending down to retrieve the fallen food. “Shit” came a small voice from the corner, your voice. The guys were all frozen in their place, surprised by your happiness at saying a curse word. “Shit” you said again, smiling wildly at all the faces staring back at you. “Oh um y/n no don’t say that word it’s naughty and mommy won’t like it” RDJ said, covering his laugh. “Shit!” You said with a frown, attempting to cross your arms. Evan’s rubbed at his forehead before saying “well we’re defiantly gonna be in…” he paused, “shit?” You questioned cutely. “Yeah” Chris sighed.

A little while later, Scarlett returned with a few shopping items and a Starbucks muffin for you. “Hi baby!” She said as she came to pick you up from where you were standing with Mark “mommy!” You exclaimed as you ran to her. “Did you have fun with the boys?” Scarlett asked “I pay ey pie!” You mumbled quickly, wanting to tell your mom all about what you had gotten up to. “You played eye spy! Did you win?” Scarlett said as she placed you back on the floor “mhm” you whispered. Your mom placed down the items she had returned with, “I got you a choccy muffin from buckbucks” Scarlett said, helping you onto the couch. Your mommy came to squeeze herself next to you on the small couch, overestimating how much space there was. Scarlett huffed under her breath when she accidentally sat down on the pile of shopping “oh dear!” She said, thinking you would copy her words. “Uh shit!” You said proudly. The room fell silent as Scarlett turned towards her cast mates “I left her with you for one hour” she said with a raised eyebrow. “It was lady Hemsworth!” Robert said with an outstretched pointed finger. “Shit?” You questioned, wondering why your mom seemed so angry “thanks Chris” Scarlett said as she rolled her eyes. The group burst out laughing as you shouted out your new favourite word once again. It was safe to say Scarlett wouldn’t be leaving you with Hemsworth anytime soon.

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[ofstarsandflames]

Hello all! Thank you for joining me for my first ever RobStar week! And thank you even more so for giving my fic a chance!!!

I plan to participate every day this week, but if I am unable to for some reason I'll be sure to let you know!

Sorry for the rambling! I'll let you go ahead and jump right in!

[Heads up! A little of the dialogue in this story is courtesy of a prompt by @welcometothewoes!]

RobStar Week 2024, Day 1

Friends to Lovers 

“Well, what do you guys think?” 

The others looked ahead to the sign where Robin was pointing, displaying a variety of mixed reactions. 

Cyborg and Beast Boy had lit up at the reveal, no doubt eager to partake in a series of competitions that would supposedly prove who was superior between the two. Raven rolled her eyes, no doubt dreading the thought of being dragged into Cyborg and Beast Boy’s antics

Starfire’s reaction, strangely enough, was the most passive of the group. She looked up, reading the words displayed on the giant glowing sign.

“Jump City Beach Boardwalk?” Star tilted her head, confused more than anything else. “Please, what is the purpose of these “walking boards”? I was under the impression wood was not sentient.” 

“Boardwalk, Star.” Robin gently corrected. “It’s an amusement park near a beach where people can go to have fun.” 

“A park for amusement, you say.” Starfire noted. “Fascinating. Please, what is it you do in these kinds of parks?” 

“Lots of things Star!” Beast Boy chimed in. “There’s a bunch of themed junk food you can eat, games you can win cool prizes in, and a bunch of rides you can go on ‘til you get sick!” 

“How ‘bout a little game of friendly competition, Grass Stain?” Cyborg chimed in, a mischievous glint in his human eye. “Whoever wins the most prizes gets to plan next week’s dinner menu?”

“You're on, Gears for Brains!” Beast Boy exclaimed.

Cyborg ran through the gates first, eager for his 7-day barbecue dream to come true. Beast Boy followed suit, but not before grabbing Raven’s hand.

“C’mon, Rae! You can keep score!” 

“Joy.”

Raven’s sarcasm, whether unnoticed or ignored, did little to deter the green teen. Together, they passed through the boardwalk’s gates. 

And with that, only two remained. 

Robin gestured to the boardwalk’s entrance.

“Shall we?” 

Though Starfire was still unsure of the appeal of such a place, she decided to trust Robin’s judgment.

Standing side by side, the duo made their way through the gates. 

~~~

“Remember guys, only 5 prizes per person. We don’t want a repeat of last year…” 

Though Robin phrased it as a general statement, they all knew who it was meant for. Cyborg and Beast Boy laughed nervously, no doubt trying to hide their guilty expressions. Raven rolled her eyes and Starfire let out a small giggle. 

“Only 5, got it!” Cyborg reaffirmed. 

Now that he no longer felt guilty about last year’s prize incident, the cybernetic teen led his shapeshifting and dark-clad friends away. He shot a teasing look at their leader. 

“Let’s go leave Robby for his date~” He said this in a sing-songy tone. 

Robin glared, but he knew there was no ill intent. Cyborg laughed, all while Beast Boy grabbed Raven’s hand to excitedly show her how his favorite games and rides changed from last year. 

Soon, all three were out of sight. 

Robin let out a sigh of relief, happy to finally have some much needed alone time with his brand new girlfriend. 

Turning to check on her, Robin could tell by Starfire’s beaming grin that she was in good spirits. In fact, she’d been wearing this expression since they first left the tower. 

“Someone’s happy.” He playfully teased. 

"Oh! Sorry, it's just..." Starfire perked up, the shining, uncontrollable smile still not leaving her features. "It's been awhile since I've been this... giddy."

Robin returned the smile twice fold, though his eyebrows shot up in the air.

"Really? We come to the boardwalk every year."

"Yes, but..." Star shyly held Robin's hand, intertwining their fingers. "Never like this."

Ah, so that’s what it was.

Robin could feel his cheeks warming up. Hoping it wasn’t too noticeable, he gave their intertwined hands a gentle squeeze for reassurance. 

In a more than chivalrous mood, Robin gestured to the entrance with a little extra flair. 

“After you, m’lady.” 

Starfire giggled, returning the chivalry in kind.

“Thank you, kind sir.” 

Together, one’s hand fitting so naturally with the other’s, the couple made their way through the amusement park’s entrance. 

~~~

“Ready, you two?” Richard asked, a dramatic flair to his voice. 

“Yeah!” A little boy exclaimed loudly, hands thrown into the air with glee.

“You sure?” Kori questioned, savoring the moment.

“Super duper sure!” A little girl replied, unable to contain her excitement. 

Richard and Kori gave each other a knowing glance. At the same time, they removed the hands covering the eyes of the children they held. 

“Surprise!” They both yelled out. “Happy Birthday!” 

Jake and Mari, now an entire 7 years old, watched with wide eyes and slacked jaws at the birthday gift their parents presented them with. 

“Wow / Awesome!” Jake and Mari remarked at the same time.

Squirming out of their parent’s hold, the twins ran up to the gates of the place their parents had brought them to. Right there, in giant, bold letters, displayed the words: 

JUMP CITY BEACH BOARDWALK

Eager to begin exploring the beach and amusement park, the children ran back to their parents. Jake took hold of their father’s hand whilst Mari took hold of their mother’s. Together, all four walked hand-in-hand inside through the boardwalk’s gates.

[startseeingstars]

Killer Instinct- Charlie Walker (Scream 4)

CH01 🎶 This Charming Man - The Smiths 🎶

You’d been at University for a little under a week and began to settle into this new chapter of your life. Your dorm, though far from perfect, was slowly becoming comfortable enough to be called ‘home’, even despite your annoyingly prudish roommate, Paris.

Your cousin, Kirby waved you over as she sat, perched on the edge of the stone fountain. Her short blonde hair was pushed back with a headband, displaying her prominent and stunning features.

You and Kirby had always been close. Every summer, you’d spend a couple of weeks together in Woodsboro, playing games, staying up until 4 a.m. watching horror movies far too mature for your age. You liked to think that’s why you both turned out cooler than the rest of your family.

She slipped her phone into her bag as Olivia, one of her best friends, looked up with a welcoming smile. Olivia was, in a word, stunning—her olive skin and petite frame made her the envy of everyone, and her long legs didn’t hurt her popularity with the guys either.

Beside Olivia sat Jill - Kirby’s other best friend. Jill and you hadn’t clicked just yet, but you tried not to overthink it. You were a recluse by nature, and it was likely just a matter of your own social awkwardness. Jill, like her friends, was undeniably beautiful, with long brown hair that cascaded down her back. But there was something about her that always seemed a little more tense, a little more guarded, compared to Kirby and Olivia’s easygoing energy.

“You’ll never guess what I got in trouble for this time.” You sighed, sitting between Kirby and Olivia who laughed.

“You’ve been here, like, a week, how are you already in trouble?” Olivia asked, raising an eyebrow as Kirby shook her head.

“With her roommate.” She corrected Olivia smugly, earning a confused look from Olivia.

“She chewed me out for leaving my earphones in while I slept,” you explained. “Apparently, I can’t hear myself snoring.” Kirby let out a laugh.

“Good to know you still snore like my dad,” she teased, and you shot her a playful glare.

Just then, one of their friends appeared, talking to himself while aiming a headset camera at your group by the fountain.

“And here we have four stunning native Woodsboro birds, no doubt on the hunt for their next mate,” he said dramatically. You rolled your eyes, as did the others.

“Alright, Steve Irwin—enough with the camera, it’s 8 a.m.,” Jill said with a serious tone, her annoyance clear.

You all stood up, ready to head to your first classes, but Robbie continued filming.

“As always, Jill’s no fun,” he muttered. Jill flipped him the bird in response, and you chuckled.

“In honour of the upcoming 15th Anniversary of the Woodsboro murders—what’s your favourite scary movie?” Robbie asked, slipping into his best Ghostface imitation. You smirked, already knowing what was coming next. “Fresh meat—your turn,” he said, pointing the camera at you.

You paused for a moment, considering your answer.

“Terrifier.” You responded confidently when suddenly, another person appeared beside Robbie.

It was Charlie, backpack slung over one shoulder against his loosely buttoned blue shirt. Wavy brunette curls framed his pretty face and you immediately took notice of how his full, red lips curled into a smile at your response.

“Really? I didn’t take you for a body horror kind of girl.” Genuine surprise furrowed his eyebrows and you returned a small smile, keeping your tone nonchalant.

“Oh, I hate it. I’m just really into clowns.” He chuckled at your joke and the sound made your heart skip as you followed the others inside the building toward your first class.

Out of all your cousin’s friends, you knew Charlie the least, but had felt immediately drawn to him. Something about his quiet but confident demeanour intrigued you, but it was his eyes that fascinated you. Big, blue orbs that seemed to hold secrets, leaving you to wonder what he was thinking.

If only you knew what Charlie was thinking. He couldn’t help but wonder if it was obvious how quickly he was developing a soft spot for you. It was hard to ignore, especially in the few interactions you’d had, where he became acutely aware of his own heartbeat, thumping louder every time you were near. He kept forcing his gaze to shift away, anywhere but on you, afraid he’d lose control and stare at you longer than he should.

You still seemed reserved, and he understood why. You’d just moved to a new town where you only knew your cousin, and you were starting college. But that didn’t stop him from secretly hoping he could use your current uncertainty to find a way to get closer to you.

xxx 🎶 Who Is She - I Monster 🎶 xxx

You let out a frustrated huff as you brought the camera back to your face, trying to focus on the tree outside the library window. From three stories up, you had a beautiful view of the lush greenery that blanketed the campus, and naturally, you wanted to capture it. The problem was the camera. It was part of your photography class, and you weren’t used to these settings. When you’d asked to use your own gear, the professor had shot you down, insisting everyone needed to use the same equipment to ensure a level playing field. You understood the reasoning, but it didn’t make it any less annoying to work with a camera that felt inferior to your own.

One earphone played music as you continued trying to find the right settings.

Charlie noticed you immediately, though he would never admit that he scanned every room he entered, hoping to spot your familiar figure. Nor would he admit that during his free periods, he would wander the campus in search of you.

Today, the library was his first stop. When he noticed you weren’t in class but Kirby was, he realised this is where you tended to be. Getting Kirby’s schedule was a breeze - almost too easy.

Today, you were nestled in front of one of the grand arched windows that overlooked the campus, the soft light filtering through. Cushions were arranged neatly on the small daybed set up along the window ledge, and you sat with your back against the white stone wall, absorbed in adjusting the camera in your hands.

Charlie couldn’t help but hold back a smirk. Of course you were into photography. Every new detail he learned about you only seemed to draw him in further, sparking more curiosity with each passing moment.

You didn’t hear him approach, so when he spoke, you jumped, clearly startled. Relief quickly replaced the initial fear in your eyes as you realised it was just Charlie.

He chuckled softly, bending down to pick something up from the floor beneath you.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” He extended his arm, holding out your dorm key that had slipped from your pocket.

“Oh, thanks.” You quickly shoved the keys back into your pocket, not giving a second thought to the fact that Charlie now had your dorm number memorised for later. “You could never scare me.” A cheeky smirk tugged at your lips, and Charlie raised an eyebrow in response.

“Oh, yeah?” He asked, his voice tinged with curiosity, while you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and fiddled with your camera settings.

“To be scared would imply I wouldn’t want your company,” you replied casually, bringing the camera up to your face and snapping a candid shot of the handsome boy standing before you.

Charlie shifted on his feet, but a smile tugged at his lips.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that. Actually, I wanted to invite you to something.” His words made your pulse quicken for a moment, and the thought of him asking you out flashed briefly through your mind.

“I run a Cinema Club,” he continued, a playful gleam in his eyes. “It’s pretty exclusive, but you seem cool enough.” He pushed some hair away from his face with a casual flick.

You placed a hand over your chest and pouted at him. “I think that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

Charlie’s smile made your heart squeeze. You loved being the one to make him smile.

“First of all, that breaks my heart,” he said, feigning mock concern. “Second, it’s tonight. You in?” His eyes sparkled with anticipation, and the excitement in your stomach flared as you nodded eagerly.

Charlie smirked, and for a brief moment, you realised your enthusiasm might’ve been a little too obvious.

“I, uh, I mean, yeah—I’m pretty sure I’m free,” you stammered, feeling heat rise in your cheeks. Charlie pretended not to notice, though a small grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Hey, losers.” Kirby greeted you both with her usual warm energy, tossing her bag on the floor before slumping into a nearby chair. “Paris told me to tell you to check your texts.” She nodded at you while pulling out her own phone.

You sighed, pulling out your phone to see a message from Paris, demanding that you replace the tiny bit of creamer you borrowed for your morning coffee.

“Everything okay?” Charlie asked, noticing the shift in your mood. You shoved your phone back into your pocket and forced a smile.

“Yeah, just your classic creamer crisis,” you muttered, rolling your eyes as you stood up.

“Yeah, totally. Good luck with that,” Charlie joked, but his gaze lingered on your waist as you bent over to grab your things, careful not to let Kirby catch it.

Kirby smiled at you as you walked away, offering a quick goodbye before turning back to Charlie with a knowing look.

Charlie waved, then made a hasty exit, eager to escape the inevitable grilling that was about to begin.

[aceship-sconesterprise]

In Our Favor

Part 495

McCoy

“Leah! Robbie!”

Jim hurried towards the princess and Scotsman as they entered the restaurant with McCoy and Scotty and the security team.

“Your highness,” Spock said calmly. “How are you Robbie?”

“Scotty says you have big plans Jim,” Leah laughed as she embraced him.

“I kept them from being headline making,” Jim grinned back.

McCoy couldn’t help a groan. He only had a bit of an idea about Jim’s plans.

Dinner was lively, and when it was done, Jim led the way from the restaurant, Spock beside him.

“What next Spock?” McCoy asked, hoping the Vulcan would give him an honest answer.

“I am not certain Leonard. Jim has been very secretive the last few days.” Spock tilted his head slightly to the side and McCoy understood Spock meant Jim was being quiet through their bond.

“Don’t worry,” Jim called. “It’ll be fine. And fun!”

He led them through the streets, heading towards campus, but not quite. McCoy squeezed Scotty’s hand and his husband looked over. McCoy raised an eyebrow in question, but Scotty shook his head. He wasn’t sure where in the city Jim was leading them.

Finally, McCoy saw a familiar street sign, but it made him wonder more. Jim couldn’t honestly think he could drag someone well known like Leah into a regular club could he?

“Here we are!” Jim announced happily a few minutes later.

“This?” Leah said with a laugh. She raised her own brow at Jim.

“I know, I know,” Jim said quickly. “But I’ve done some work, and Andre helped, and we have a private room!” His eyes twinkled.

McCoy looked over his shoulder at the security team.

Andre shrugged. “We called ahead,” he confirmed.

“C’mon!” Jim urged. “Everybody should be here by now.” He made for the door.

“Uhh, there’s a line Jim,” Scotty said.

Jim gave Scotty a look. “Princesses don’t have to wait,” he replied.

Leah laughed again and grabbed Scotty’s arm. “He’s right,” she said and began to pull him along.

Inside the music was loud and a flash of white caught McCoy’s attention. Jaylah was dancing with Aporal, her hair hanging free from the usual pulled back style she preferred.

Andre had moved forward and was speaking with one of the security people from the club. Quickly the group was escorted towards a side of the dance floor away from where they usually got a table, and into a room.

“Whatever you need, please ask” the man said and was replaced by a waitress soon after.

“I’m gonna find everyone else and bring them over,” Jim said over the music, and he disappeared into the crowd of dancers.

“Well, is this fun enough?” McCoy asked as he moved to Leah’s side.

“Yes,” she laughed. “You know the last time I got to go anywhere like this was your bachelor party.”

“That was a fun night,” he said, before looking fondly at Scotty, memories of their wedding floating through his mind.

“Maybe don’t get so drunk this time,” Leah teased.

“You’re one to talk!” McCoy replied indignantly, though his eyes showed he wasn’t serious.

Part 496

Scotty

"So, were ye able to get some work done?" Scotty turned to look at his brother who was sitting next to him on a couch.

The older Scotsman had danced with his sister-in-law for some time, but now he needed to rest for a bit. Jim had taken over and Leah was obviously enjoying herself dancing.

"Aye, a bit. Though I mainly tried to be there for Leah. I took part in the meetings, even though I didn't say anything. I... just felt like my presence was needed," Robbie returned, shrugging his shoulders and taking a sip from his drink.

Scotty smiled softly at the thought of his brother just sitting quietly next to Leah in a big conference room.

"I'm sure the lass appreciated it. Ye are a great fiancé." Scotty placed a hand on Robbie's shoulder and squeezed it gently. The younger brother nodded.

"I'm trying my best."

They fell silent for a while, just watching the rest of their friends, before Scotty eventually spoke up again.

"Ye think... ye'll be happy living the royal life?"

He didn't mean to drag the mood down, but his worry for his wee brother was taking over.

Robbie smiled gently. His eyes were fixed on Leah as he nodded slowly.

"Aye." He turned his head to look at Scotty. "Aye, I'll be. I still have a lot to learn, but it's worth it in the end. I'll be fine, a bhràthair."

Scotty nodded too. He believed what his brother was saying.

"Well then, go get yer girl and enjoy yerself." Scotty took the glass from Robbie and nodded his head towards the dance floor. Robbie chuckled.

"Alright."

They danced through the night, laughing and drinking, and when they left the club, Scotty was quite grateful to Jim. It had really been a good idea.

"Thank you, Jim. It was a great night," Leah laughed, hugging the blond tightly.

"Anything for my princess friend," Jim slurred. He had drunk a little bit too much and Spock had to steady him once the princess let go.

Leah turned to the rest of the group.

"It was so nice to see all of you again." She too was a bit tipsy, but she could still walk in a straight line.

"Aye, Leah's right. It was very nice spending time with all of ye," Robbie agreed.

They all exchanged hugs and goodbyes. In the morning, Leah and Robbie would have to leave right away. After all, it was a long flight back home.

"Will ye text us once ye arrive on Georgiares?" Scotty asked as he held his little brother close. Robbie nodded.

"Of course."

They talked a bit more in Gaelic, before Robbie was the first to let go. He stepped next to Leah and grabbed her hand.

"See ya next time."

"Bye."

They waved their free hands once more, before Andre opened the door of the car he had called and helped them get in. He also gave the friends a nod, then got into the back of the car after Leah and Robbie.

Scotty looked after the limousine, waving too. It had really been a great visit. One they wouldn't forget too soon.

The car had just turned left into another road, vanishing from the friends' view, when suddenly, the loud sound of something exploding rang through the air and Scotty was able to catch a glimpse of a ball of fire.

[samwpmarleau]

fic: the lady with the lamp

whumptober day 27: voiceless masterlist: tumblr, ao3 Robbie settles himself in his fantasies, ignoring the truth beating beneath the floorboards of what the Rider’s really doing out there. He’ll never again have the run of his own body; but for now, at least, the Rider lets him have the run of his mind. May as well enjoy the simulation.

Robbie welcomes being in the passenger seat.

Here, on one hellish planet after another, he has no capacity for choice, so even if he were to try to make one, it would be Ghost Rider’s prerogative whether to follow through or not. There’s no use thinking about Earth and the people he cares about there. The only way he could return is if something bigger than the Rider’s scores blew up, and Robbie can’t imagine what would do that.

Beyond that, the scores are … Robbie had told Daisy once that he sometimes preferred to not remember what he did to people while the Rider was in charge. It’s even truer here than there. At least on Earth, people were still people. Now, there are horrors beyond his wildest imaginings. His body, such as it is, is torn into and laid to waste with each fight; the Rider doesn’t care. Why would he? Robbie is merely a vessel, and a healable one. Robbie just needs to hold together long enough each time for the Rider to finish what he came to finish.

Then it starts all over again. One beast to the next.

So, he decides to make the one choice he does have: to cede control of his consciousness. The Rider laughs at him, calls him weak, but Robbie had lost the capacity to care about what counts as strength or weakness around the time his leg got clawed off (again, and again, and …).

Night night, then, Robbie Reyes, the Rider says, and like the flick of a light switch, everything falls away.

It’s quiet. A whole lot of nothingness. If he concentrates, he thinks he can feel the gentle tug of reality. A dragline should he wish to pull on it. But he doesn’t, not yet. The Rider can use and abuse his body all he wants; it’s not like Robbie has any practical use for it anymore. He won’t need it to drive Gabe to prom or replace a carburetor or ask Director Mace what the plan is for explaining how Uncle Eli got vaporized.

He won’t need it to remember how to take someone out on a date. Or to deal with the rejection if she said no. A specific she, whom he hadn’t thought about in that way until he was a few dimensions away screaming to be heard. He’d been too busy, and she was a royal pain in the ass, and she was grieving, and he was appallingly out of practice anyway, so why even spend time considering it? He still hasn’t decided whether he does think of her like that, or whether she’s just something interesting to focus on. A puzzle he’d never solved.

He doesn’t think she’d say no, if he couched it as casual. Make it a group thing with Mack and Yo-Yo or Fitzsimmons, two third wheels simply joining forces to have a fun night out. Run by Lisa’s in a panic to ask her why she ever dated him in the first place, what it was about him that made him remotely a catch, and hope her answer wouldn’t be, “Because I was a dumb teenager, Robbie, that’s why.”

(It wouldn’t, he’s pretty sure. Lisa might laugh in his face, but she’d be nice about it.)

He’d have to fork over some cash for some new clothes. The only formalwear he owns is the ill-fitting suit of Uncle Eli’s that he’d worn to Mom and Dad’s funeral. He’d need better than that. Slacks and a button-down, or at least a pair of jeans that hasn’t seen the innards of someone he’d just disemboweled. Would a blazer be too much? Probably. He could get away with his jacket, he thinks. While it, too, has seen its fair share of guts, he’d like one thing to be familiar.

If nothing else, he could give it to her if she got cold. Well, he could offer. It might be too warm of a night for that, or maybe she’d be too stubborn.

He wonders if it’d be weird. Maybe the main event would be sufficient distraction — a movie? bowling? what do normal people even do these days? — but afterwards? The couples would pair off if they decided on a boardwalk stroll or something. Would Daisy be more chatty to avoid the elephant in the room, or would they both have to wallow in awkwardness? Would he have to be chatty? He has no clue how to do that. Not since signing away his soul sucked out any whimsy he’d once had.

Then there’s the other elephant in the room, a big Lincoln-shaped one. Group function or not, maybe Daisy actually wouldn’t accept. Maybe it’d be too painful, or she’d be still on her self-sabotage kick. Maybe she’d only be interested in her friends’ company, not his. He’s lost people, but never in the way she had.

But he could wait. It’s not like he’s on a time crunch or has a lack of things to do. Nothing nice, but things nonetheless.

Which could be another option, come to think of it. He’s seen her in action, he’s gone hand to hand against her, he’s seen how formidable she is. Perhaps he could bring her along to those lack of nice things. She might not be pro-killing, but she could help incapacitate or grab a confession. The Rider had agreed to give James over to S.H.I.E.L.D. rather than leave him to die; he could do the same for some other lowlives, Robbie thinks.

He wouldn’t mind the company. He’s used to working alone, by necessity as much as by choice, but it could be novel to fight alongside someone for once. Assuming she obeyed Simmons’s health regimen. Robbie won’t soon forget the grisly sight of Daisy’s arms or her face glistening with sweat as she fended off her body’s desire to pass out. A walking contradiction, that woman, wanting to die and save the world one earthquake at a time.

A diner perhaps, afterwards. If Dad were alive, he might chastise him for taking a girl somewhere so basic — as though Dad himself hadn’t bagged Mom with some matinee drive-in tickets and a Hail Mary — but a diner wouldn’t bat an eyelid if they showed up dirty, bruised, and bandaged, so long as they tipped well.

Yeah, maybe that would work. No formality, just a bite to eat after making crooked cops and child abusers wish they’d never been born. She’d deserve somewhere with glitz and glamor, whatever her own opinions on being deserving, but it’d take charm he doesn’t have to pull that off. He could pull off a diner, though.

From there … he hasn’t a clue. He’d have to hope she’d take the lead on that. If the night even became anything more in the first place.

He’d be okay with that, too. His list of friends is short, and from what he’s seen, Daisy’s as ride-or-die as they come. A little intense, but it’s not as if he’s any better. Gabe’s ribbed him about that endlessly, as had Daisy herself.

Whatever. Birds of a feather.

In some form or another, she’d be there, a steady presence on the fringes of his life. He likes the thought of that.

Sometimes, he wonders if she’s looking for him. He tries not to, because it’s depressing to consider that the answer is probably no — she’s got more important things to do than spend time concerning herself with his fate — but he can’t always help it. As long as he doesn’t have confirmation she’s not looking, he can fantasize that she is.

Maybe she’s spending her free time poring over books about the occult, reaching out to S.H.I.E.L.D.’s many supernatural contacts. Maybe she’s roped Fitz and Simmons into it, asking if there’s a sciencey way to help. Maybe she’s probed Gabe for details about Robbie that she hadn’t been able to find on the internet. Maybe she’s asked Mack if there’s anything in that Good Book of his; no reason not to turn over every stone.

Maybe she’s close to figuring it out. Any day now, a rip of spacetime will open up and she’ll be standing there like a scowling angel.

He thinks he might dissolve into a blubbering mess of tears at that scowl. Being able to breathe fresh air, see blue sky, have regular blood on his hands, no ichor or acid, it’d be a dream come to life.

He could apologize to his brother. Hug him, if Gabe would allow it after so deep a betrayal. He hopes someone’s got an eye on the kid. He knows Lisa or Dr. Dacosta or the Perezes down the street would anyway, but with all the danger he’d exposed Gabe to, he’d feel better with a little more heft, too.

Robbie doesn’t care what happens to him, all he needs is for the people he loves to be safe. With no ability to know for sure, he just has to take it on faith that Gabe will be okay. If he lets himself consider the alternative, he’ll let go entirely of that dragline to reality. There’d be no reason to find his way back if there were nothing to go back to.

So he settles himself in his fantasies, ignoring the truth beating beneath the floorboards of what the Rider’s really doing out there. He’ll never again have the run of his own body; but for now, at least, the Rider lets him have the run of his mind.

May as well enjoy the simulation.

[adamwatchesmovies]

Scream 4 (2011)

Hearing the name, Scream 4 makes you wonder how many times these sorts of events can happen to the same group of people. That's understandable, but this series is about more than just the characters; it’s a commentary on the horror genre. In 2011, several new trends proved themselves ripe for commentary and satire. After the disappointing third film in 2000, this is a much-appreciated return.

Following in the footsteps of fellow survivor Gale Weathers (Courteney Cox), Sidney Prescott (Neve Campbell) is capitalizing on the Woodsboro murders by publishing a book. The moment her book tour bring her home, a new killer emerges. This time, “Ghostface” (voiced by Roger L. Jackson) is savvy to the current rules of horror, meaning that the previously "untouchable" Sidney, Gale, and Dewey (David Arquette) are now potential victims.

Scream 4 begins with an out-there view of the “Stab” franchise, the films-within-the-film that are based on the Woodsboro murders and have devolved into a generic slasher series that includes time travel, attempts to be meta, roles that were recast, productions that went ahead despite the director being a serial killer, and more choices that smell of desperation. It felt like that's where Scream 3 left us. This is why Scream 4 is both a continuation and a potential jumping-on point. Since the year 2000, movies have gotten nastier with the likes of the gore-heavy Saw and Hostel series. These original films are sandwiched between endless remakes - Writer Kevin Williamson cleverly names a dozen of them in a tense scene toward the end. He makes fun of the films he mentions by pointing out the mechanisms that make them work, but then goes the extra mile by showing us how to do it well. It helps that the familiar story beats are shrouded by the mystery: who is behind the mask, and why are they brutally murdering these people?

This fourth chapter works because of the characters. Unlike so many slasher films, we actually care about the protagonists. We like Gale and Dewey. We want them to remain together as a happy couple. We know Sidney is tough and want to see her continue to grow. The same applies to the new cast introduced. Sidney’s cousin, Jill Roberts (Emma Roberts) is a lot like our main heroine; she’s just an ordinary girl who is suddenly thrust into this horrifying ordeal because of happenstance. Charlie Walker and Robbie Mercer (Rory Culkin and Erik Knudsen) are great substitutes for the movie-obsessed Randy (who died in the second film). I’m a big fan of Kirby Reed (Hayden Panettiere), Jill’s best friend who also loves movies, and Deputy Judy Hicks (Marley Shelton), who has a not-too-subtle crush on Sheriff Dewey. Williamson said one of his main objectives was to differentiate this movie from the likes of the Saw franchise, whose audiences only care about how quickly everyone can be turned to red goo. Mission accomplished. Partially because of the actresses (among those already named, Anna Paquin, Kristen Bell, Lucy Hale and Shenae Grimes all have small roles that show off their charisma), and because we get enough time with these people to see them as real people, people you might even be friends with.

If there’s a mystery killer, there’s got to be a twist ending and it’s a great one. The beginning showed us there were two killers - both disguised as Ghostface - working in unison, which actually makes it much harder to figure out who are the culprits. When Jill and Charlie take off their masks, it’s a shocker but the satisfaction goes beyond the audible gasp. As in any good whodunnit, we learn what motivated them. It’s eerily chilling and relevant to modern-day. Jill is envious of her cousin’s fame and wants to replace her by recreating the events that made Sidney famous, culminating in her death, Jill’s ex-boyfriend (Nico Tortorella) getting framed, and Charlie getting double-crossed so Jill can be the “final girl”. When some of the most famous people on the planet are successful not because they’re actually talented but because they happened to already be famous or stumble into fame, and mass murders done just for the infamy of it are very real, that motivation packs a punch. This is a smart film.

If you’re a fan of the franchise, you were disappointed with the third film because the setup felt really artificial. This premise is organic and all the Scream trademarks are back: the likable characters, the compelling mystery, the dark comedy, the scares, and an insightful commentary on the horror genre. Director Wes Craven and writer Kevin Williamson legitimately had something to say and worked hard to make Scream 4 worth the wait. (On Blu-ray, May 30, 2022)

[leupagus]

I forgot that a) I'd written this and b) that it can basically work as a prequel to deep breath and off you go.

Here's some more I wrote like a month ago when I thought "haha this is a neat show with a fun little cast, but I'm sure it won't be a new hyperfixation or anything"

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He gets back to Pittsburgh with almost thirty minutes to spare before his shift starts — the day shift, part of his deal with Robby and the neverending nightmare that is the Pitt schedule. It’s probably not a great idea to pull a twelve-hour shift immediately after flying across the country, but Jack gives a metaphorical shrug and drives straight to PTMC. It’s not like he’s going to make good choices anyway, and this beats getting blind drunk and punching a wall until his knuckles bleed.

“Hey, the prodigal son returns,” cheers Robby, from where he’s leaning against the Hub’s partition. He looks happy, as well he should — he’s taking a week off himself, courtesy of taking Jack’s night shifts this past week coupled with Heather’s fraying patience. “Did you turn out to know the way to Santa Fe?”

“The song’s about San Jose, not Santa Fe,” Dana says, circling around the partition to give Jack a brisk kiss on the cheek. “Thank God, someone to rescue me from these maniacs.”

“Might be a little bit of a frying pan/fire situation, slugger,” Jack says. “Plane was delayed, I just got in about forty-five minutes ago. So I might end up hallucinating around two or three p.m.”

“Oh boy,” Dana says. Without even looking up as she thwacks Robby on the shoulder.

“Ow, what,” Robby whines.

“Did you even ask him how he’s doing?” she demands. Since Jack spent a worryingly large portion of his time before, during and after the funeral sending thumbs-up emojis to the group chat’s questions about his mental state, Jack thinks that’s a little bit overkill. But Dana’s always had this weird idea about how emotions need to get expressed, or whatever.

“He just walked in the door,” Robby points out. “Also, I counted twenty-eight thumbs-ups he sent us in the group chat over the weekend.”

Dana gives him the fish-eye from over the tops of her glasses. “How do you get laid on a regular basis,” she asks, flabbergasted.

“It’s a mystery to me too,” Robby says, before turning to Jack. “How are you?”

“I’m fine,” Jack sighs, and makes shooing motions at Robby. “You, leave.”

Heather, who’d been one of the only people to act like a normal goddamn person about Dad dying and all, had spent the weekend complaining over text about Robby. Since complaining about Robby was one of his favorite things to do, Jack was delighted to offer whatever advice or commiseration he could; it wasn’t until Saturday, while him and Ma were getting comprehensively shitfaced in Dad’s woodworking shed, that Heather had made the horrifying confession that she was fucking Robby. Again.

Warnings and dire predictions of disaster had done nothing to convince her of the error of her ways; instead she kept asking how she could convince Robby to take some time off. I want to talk to him about what he wants out of this, and I can’t do that if he can just run away to the Pitt if he starts catching feelings.

Jack suspects the worst thing for any possible future between Robby and Heather is for Robby to catch any more feelings than he already has, but that’s Heather’s problem. Just tell him you rented a bang shack for a week and get some lingerie and idk handcuffs, he’d proposed, which weirdly wasn’t well-received. But she ended up getting a cabin down in the Monongahela National Forest, so really, who’s a “crass caveman” now?

Even with the prospect of Heather Collins in lacy underwear doesn’t seem to be getting Robby out the door any faster, though. “Are you sure, man?” he says, frowning at Jack. “I can stick around—"

“No you can’t,” Jack says, continuing his shooing motions. “Seriously, get out of here. Heather’s going to kill me if you do that fucking Minnesota Goodbye shit today.”

“And bury you where they won’t even find the body,” Heather says as she breezes past, one of their new medical students trailing after her like a baby duck.

“I’m not even clocked in and I’m already facing workplace harassment,” Jack complains.

Dana laughs. “Sounds like something you should bring up with the Chair of the Department.”

“Yeah, uh,” Robby says, as eloquent as ever as his gaze trails after Heather. It’s extremely hilarious and pathetic all at the same time. Jack is very, very happy for them both, not the least because there’s room for one suicidal ideation case in the Pitt and Jack has dibs. He wants better than that for Robby, a man who’s dragged Jack out of more holes than he can count. He just doesn’t want to know the details.

“Well said,” he says, and goes off to find Ellis.

He finds Mohan instead, looking ever-so-slightly crazy in West 13 with an anesthetized head lac and an impressive pair of bags under her eyes. “Dr. Abbot,” she chirps as he hesitates at the doorway. “How was New Mexico? I’ve heard it’s beautiful, I’ve never been. Not to most of the Southwest, actually — I was in Las Vegas a couple years ago for my cousin’s wedding, I guess that counts? But I didn’t leave the hotel, I was something like three weeks out from my certs and I’d brought all my books and study materials with me. I forgot an actual dress for the wedding, ended up borrowing my other cousin’s spare suit. Somewhere or other there’s a bunch of pictures with me and the bridesmaids like I’m a lesbian Casanova.” She stops talking abruptly and frowns. “Was all of that out loud?”

“Sure was,” he says, amused. Even sleep-deprived and babbling, she’s still a sight for sore eyes. “How long have you been here?”

“What time is it?” she asks, continuing her work on the laceration. Her stitches are perfectly in line, not a tremor in her hand.

“Seven a.m.,” he says. He leans up against the doorsill and watches her for a few minutes. It’s not the best use of his time, but he hasn’t seen her for more than a week and he knows she won’t mind. Won’t even notice, probably. She has nice hands — not dainty so much as deft, like she’d taken piano when she was a kid. There’s an assurance to the way she touches things, careful but firm, like she knows exactly what every movement means.

“What day?” she asks.

That yanks him right out of his daydreaming. “Samira, tell me you haven’t been here for over twenty-four hours.” He’s going to have to kill Robby and then get killed by Heather.

“I will not tell you that,” she says cheerfully.

“Why?”

“Because like all emergency medicine doctors, I have a finely-tuned sense of avoidance.” She finishes the last stitch and takes off the sterile paper covering. The patient, a 39-year-old waiting on the ICU, doesn’t stir. “And my aunt and uncle are in town and have taken over my apartment and if I have to stay there one more second entertaining them and my annoying cousin who’s just gotten accepted early admission to Carnegie-Mellon, I will probably kill them. Or at least maim them. So I’m here instead, and I think that’s very professional of me, actually.”

“Lotta homicidal impulses happening tonight,” Dana warns him, coming up beside him in the doorway. “You sure you want to stick around?”

“Why the hell didn’t Robby or you send her home?” Jack says, sticking his thumb over at Mohan.

“Because I’ve got an aunt and uncle just like ‘em,” Dana says unsympathetically, patting him on the shoulder, “and because I thought it’d be funnier to leave it with you.”

Tentative title is "Dana once offered to spread the rumor that she and Jack were sleeping together just to get the gossipers off his back, but Jack truthfully told her that everyone would know she was too good for him" although it might be a little long

continued from this, because there is nothing funnier than a middle-aged doctor who keeps getting nonconsentually paired up with every hot colleague at his hospital and would like it all to Stop Please.

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Jack’s used to it, is the thing. Has been for his whole life; he’s the only boy in a family of five, with all the attendant you-must-carry-on-the-family-name expectations. Starting when he was about nine years old, people had questions about every girl he talked to. Ooh she seems nice, oh what’s her name, ooooh do you liiiiiike her? He’d probably be more annoyed about it except for the fact (which his mom liked to remind him at every opportunity) that the first time it ever happened was with Leslie, who he married as soon as he could and stayed married to as long as he could.

Turned out it wasn’t long enough, but the point is that he honestly can’t remember a time when people didn’t take a weird, invasive interest in his personal life.

“What personal life, out of morbid curiosity?” asks Lena, peering at him over her glasses. “Also why are you here?”

It’s 0300 the night of (technically, the morning after) Pittfest; the custodians are still getting the last of the rooms cleaned up after the chaos, but everything else is more or less back to normal. Jack managed to get almost four hours’ sleep before his bum leg prodded at him with phantom pains, the kind that only go away when he’s giving himself some actual pain to focus on. So here he is on his night off, and the charge nurse is giving him shit.

“Ow,” Jack remarks, pressing his hand over his heart. “Starting to feel a little unloved, boss. Didn’t you miss me?”

“Didn’t have a chance to,” says Lena, with a twinkle in her eye. “You left four hours ago, remember?” 

“Like it was a mere four hours ago,” he says agreeably. Lena’s mean as shit to most of the attendings and actively violent with HR, but she’s got a soft spot for Jack, which is usually a good thing.

Except for times like this, when it leads her to add, “But sounds like someone on days loved you plenty.”

“Oh, no,” Jack mutters, and tries to brace for it even as he scans the board — relatively easy night so far, Ellis and Shen and Yao with four patients each and Chairs down to an eight-hour wait. “What’d you hear, boss?”

“I heard that Doctor Mohan was very impressed with you,” Lena coos, just as Shen goes striding past.

“Woah, we talking about Sam? Dude,” Shen says, and offers what Jack assumes are very supportive finger guns. “She was talking about that little warzone crike kit you pulled out for hours. So after you guys left, did you and her—” He makes little pah-pow noises, his eyebrows raised interrogatively.

“You call her Sam?” Jack says, not sure if he’s more disconcerted by the noises, the nickname, or by the brand-new rumor that he’s shtupping Mohan. “And no, we didn’t, and no,” he adds, turning to point at Lena, “she wasn’t. Isn’t.”

“Wasn’t isn’t what, hon?” Lena asks innocently. 

Ellis, walking past with Janie, slows down with a way-too-alert expression on her face. “Who wasn’t isn’t?”

“Nobody,” says Jack, at the same time as Shen says, “Sam,” and Lena says, “Doctor Mohan,” with relish.

“Ohhh, so that’s finally happened?” asks Janie, clasping her hands together. Jack hates all of them and is going to ask for a transfer to a hospital in Anchorage. Or Mars, that weird rich guy must need doctors for colonizing Mars, right?

“No, it hasn’t happened,” he says, as level as he can manage. “Just like it hasn’t happened with… let’s see, last year it was Dr. McKay, year before that it was Nurse Jesse, year before that it was you,” he points to Ellis, who looks as grossed out as he’d been at the time. “Yeah. So thank you to all my yenta people—” he’ll have to ask Robby about the plural of yenta is— “but Dr. Mohan and I are not dating, nor are we…whatever that finger guns thing was supposed to imply.”

“It was supposed to imply fucking,” Shen says helpfully.

“You know, they had a betting pool on the two of us at one point,” he says, just for the joy of seeing all the color drain out of Shen’s face. Then multiple GSWs come sailing in from the ambulance bay and they’ve got to deal with that, and he hasn’t even put his bag down yet.

[cow-smells]

You’re Mine [Eli Hawk Moskowitz x Reader]

Requests: 1. there’s a new girl on miyagi-do, she’s classmates with sam, hawk, miguel, tory, robby, demetri, etc... for some reason, she and hawk didn’t like each other (he can be on cobra kai or eagle fangs, that’s your choice), and one day they make a bet, which this girl wins. hawk has to be her slave for a whole week. BONUS IDEA: a stolen kiss during a fight. maybe admitting feelings for each other? i’d love that! ( @berriewrites​ ) 2. love the hawk smut but i’d also love some fluffy hawk about him secretly liking the reader who’s in miyagido but he tries to act all tough and hide it (anon) 3. AHHH CAN WE GET SOME HAWK FLUFF!? I love the idea where you swear that you don’t like him and you guys make eye contact from a distance when he’s standing with his friend group and you’re standing with yours and you get flustered and he can tell and he smirks and just ahh (anon)

A/N: this took so longggg this came out longer than expected (and honestly i could go on, but i wanted to get this out already) + real life has come hitting all at once and its been overwhelming lol. thanks for being patient and sticking around <3 i enjoyed writing some fluff (amidst a flurry of smut reuests loool :)

Words: 2981

Warnings: none

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Summary: You don't like Hawk. He's a bad person, that much you know for sure. You're ready to make his life miserable when he loses a bet with you, but then you actually have to spend time with him...

   You didn't like this.

Forgiveness seemed to be a virtue that evaded you. Eagle-fang and Miagi-Do were uniting and everyone seemed to be all for the union – except for you.

Some things were simply unforgivable. For you, Hawk breaking Demetri's arm was one of them.

You and Demetri became nearly inseparable friends when you both joined Miagi-Do. He had told you all about his former friend Eli and how he'd abandoned him in the favor of bullying him in any way he could come up with; that bullying taking a turn to the extreme when Hawk took to breaking bones.

    Demetri had since forgiven him, but you hadn't.

Demetri had a softer heart than he let on, and he missed Eli terribly, so when the latter suggested they work together he gladly accepted.

But you were more objective about the situation, as you weren't a part of it, and forgiving such cruelty was beyond you.

    The one good thing about the dojos coming together was the intense dedication that grew on everyone. Now that you had a common enemy, many participants would hang around in Miyagi-Do's dojo long after training sessions, training until you could hardly move your limbs.

     The sun had ago long fallen when you and the remaining students took places around a mat, ready for the sparring session to begin.

With Daniel and Sensei Lawrence gone, you had taken to writing down names and pulling them out of a bowl to decide on sparring partners.

    All the negative emotions you felt channeled in to great excitement when Miguel called your name – followed by Hawk's.

You could have sworn you saw a look of something you couldn't read – concern, perhaps, or fear? Before he seemed to share your excitement as he stepped on to the mat with a grin that was almost predatory.

    Two could play at that game.

    “You're as good as dead,” you said, your voice dripping venom. Hawk's smirk just grew.

    “Is that so, princess? I'd like to see you score as much as a point.”

A light bulb lit in your mind.

    “Yeah?” you taunted. “What if I get three?”

Hawk laughed. “You got a lot of confidence, don't you? I'll tell you what. If you can score three points on me and win, I'll...” He bit his lip as he thought. “I'll let you boss me around for a week. Whatever you want.”

The blood rushed through your veins, ready more than ever to fight. You were grateful for the lack of your sensei, knowing this nonsense wouldn't stand if he were here.

    “Deal.”

    “Are you guys done?” Miguel huffed, standing between you two, ready to referee. “Good. Bow.”

    You bowed without intent and got straight to attacking. Hawk didn't expect it; he came from the dojo that prides itself on strike first and yours cared mainly about defense. You earned your first point within seconds.

    That only served to throw Hawk off his game further. He dived in right away for the attack and was caught unprepared when you fell, sweeping his leg.

    You earned your second point.

By that point, Hawk might as well have been fuming out the ears. His brows furrowed in anger as he looked at you like you were the most vile thing he had ever seen; that satisfied something within you.

    The flurry of hits and misses was so rapid you were caught unprepared when you managed to land a punch on Hawk, Miguel's voice rising as he named you victor.

    Hawk huffed, clearly exerted. You smiled. “You're mine.”

You were fully intending to use this bet to its full potential.

The next day was Saturday, and Hawk, true to his word, showed up at your doorstep at 9 p.m sharp, just as you had ordered.

You paid him no kindness when you opened the door, not exchanging a word with him before demanding: “Helmet?”

Hawk handed you a helmet, not looking particularly pleased about the situation but not being able to stop himself from taking in an eyeful of you anyway.

You needed a ride to tonight's party – that's where Hawk came in, beginning his work for you as a personal valet. Accordingly for the event, you were dressed meticulously, showing off your best features – and if you were to judge by Hawks reaction, you were on your way to turn heads.

You climbed on the motorcycle after him, circling your arms around him loosely; but when he kicked off and started the ride, you couldn't help but tighten your hold.

    The party was overcrowded with people from the moment you got there; Yasmine's parties tended to get a bit... excessive.

You ditched Hawk the moment you got sight of your friends, ditching the helmet on his bike to run over to Sam, Moon and Yasmine.

Yasmine didn't hide the dirty look she sent at Hawk. “Ew. Who's the freak?”

You grinned proudly. “My valet. Ignore him. Actually...”

You looked over to the drinks table; someone had tapped a keg and it was being swarmed with people.

    “Hey, Hawk!”

Hawk turned to you, the slightest furrow in his brow as he had already joined his own friends. You pointed at the drinks table. “Vodka soda!” you ordered.

He rolled his eyes, but did it anyway. Your friends watched wide-eyed as he obeyed you wordlessly, bringing over the drink. “Anything else, princess?”

    “Yes,” you gave him a judging once-over. “Don't drink tonight. I want to get home in one piece.”

He bit his cheeks and glared at you before growling “Fine” and returning to his friends.

At some point you didn't even want a drink any more, it was just fun ordering Hawk to go fetch you another one; and so, you found yourself unintentionally drunk, laughing mindlessly at anything said and swaying on your feet.

You didn't even know how late it had gotten when Hawk came in the living room looking for you, ready to go home as most the others already had.

You had earlier made him promise to take you home as well, and – something you were quickly learning was, Hawk was definitely a man of his word. He spotted you half-sprawled on the couch, laughing with Yasmine at something you didn't fully register. Your cup was askew in your hand, contents about to spill over when Hawk grabbed it out of your hand, placing it on a table nearby.

    “Come on, Y/n. It's time to go.”

    “Not yet!” you grinned gleefully, taking hold of his wrist and shaking it dumbly as you spoke. “Later! We're having fun!”

Hawk placed his free hand on yours that held him. “It's four AM, Y/n, time to call it a night.”

    You didn't reply, instead resorting to pouting like a child.

His eyes softened (the puppy eyes never failed to work) – but his jaw clenched. “If you don't come now I'm leaving you here.”

    “Fine!” you hurriedly rose to your feet, using Hawk for balance. “Bye,” you pouted at Yasmine childishly as Hawk pulled you away from her and out of the house.

The sudden quiet of the outside was nearly overwhelming, Hawk's voice sounding too loud for you. “How am I supposed to get you home when you're this drunk?”

    “I'm not drunk,” you answered instinctively, knowing that you very well were.

    “If you can make it to the bike in a straight line, I'll believe you.” You look at his bike, ten feet ahead. You decide to keep holding on to him. “That's what I thought. Listen. You gotta stay awake, okay? I can't have you falling off in the middle of the road, or making me sway, because then we're both dead. Got it?”

    “Dead. Got it.”

Hawk didn't look convinced, but placed a helmet on you and buckled it anyway.

It was about ten minutes in to the ride when Hawk pulled over. He turned to you, his voice as serious as he could make it; you simply smiled, somewhat dazed. “This isn't going to work.”

    “Hm?”

    “Y/n!” Hawk called, trying to wake you up a little. “Don't fall asleep!”

    “Yes, sensei.” you slurred. Had you been any more awake, you might have noticed the way Hawk's eyes widened at that.

Hawk had to refocus himself to go on. “I'm serious. Look... My house is closer than yours. You can sleep it off at mine, and I'll take you wherever tomorrow. Okay?”

    “Okay,” you shrugged, your mind not caring about much other than regaining the warmth of Hawk's body pressed against yours.

Minutes later you pulled up at an unfamiliar house. Hawk unbuckled your helmet and set it aside, helping you off the bike and guiding you inside, motioning Shhh as he led you through the corridor of his darkened house until you reached his room.

The most natural thing for you to do the moment you saw a bed was to collapse on it. In the seconds Hawk turned his back on you to find you Pj's to wear, you had fallen asleep.

    Looking at you on his bed, Hawk exhaled heavily. He was very aware of your hatred of him; what he couldn't understand was, if everyone else forgave him, why not you?

It certainly didn't help that you looked the way you do, that you were talented, and that everyone loved you.

So Hawk undid your shoes and pulled them off, laying a blanket on you before leaving you to sleep.

    You woke up groggy, somewhat hungover and in a strangers room; an interesting start to the day.

You didn't really want to leave the comfort of your lonesome in the room but it was clear you would have to face the music at some point, so you womaned up and left the room.

Following the smell of food cooking, you walk down a hallway to find a red-haired man in the kitchen, his tattooed back to you, muscles flexing as he flipped a pancake.

With his hair down, it took you a moment to register who you're seeing; who's bed you spent the night in.

    Hawk.

Your first instinct was to groan, to cower in to yourself in regret; but then you remember how tenderly he treated you the night prior, making sure you got safely to a bed, letting you have his bed.

You swallowed your pride and stepped in to the kitchen. “Morning.”

Hawk's shoulders jumped in fright as you startled him; you couldn't help but giggle. He quickly rightened himself, straightening his back and flexing his abs as he turned to you.

    He was good looking and he knew it. You hated him.

However, you felt your power returning to you as he couldn't help but look you up and down, your disheveled clothes revealing a bit more than they had the night before. Hawk inhaled sharply, reminding himself of who he was, how he was supposed to act: unfazed.

    “Bout time you got up.”

You frowned, looking at the kitchen clock. “What do you mean about time? It isn't even noon yet.”

    “Yeah, well,” Hawk flipped a pancake on to a nearby plate. “You wanted me to take you to the mall today, right? I have practice later, so it's gotta be now.” The Eagle-fangs were holding weekend practices of their own, something you weren't a fan of.

    “Jeez, fine,” you sneered, allowing yourself to sit at the kitchen table. Amidst the chaos that was waking up in Hawks bed, you had totally forgot you previously asked him to take you out today. Yasmine's parents were making her take tutoring lessons, Moon was doing some spiritual healing thing and Sam was with Miguel, so you were left all alone – but you certainly didn't intend on spending Sunday at home, doing nothing.

    Hawk finally shut off the burner and joined you at the table with a stack of pancakes and two plates in tow. “Eat away your hangover. I'm not gonna hold your hair up if you hurl.”

Breakfast with Hawk ended up being a surprisingly civil affair; so was shopping. There was something exciting about dragging him along after you, shop after shop, having him carry your bags and modeling clothes for him. And honestly, you were loving the effect you had on him. You knew he was trying to hide it, but you could see the way he grew antsy when you tried on bikinis. You loved teasing him, knowing he couldn't have you.

    What also didn't hurt was the way you two turned heads walking down streets together. You were undeniably gorgeous, and he... While at first you thought it was the bright red mohawk that grabbed peoples eyes, after a close inspection you couldn't deny he had fair features, too. You had to look away whenever he tensed his jaw, accentuating his jawline, or if God forbid he smiled, you had to deny the way his smile made your stomach knot up.

    As though to top off the experience of him, by the time you finished shopping, Hawk would have been late if he was to take you home, so you suggested he take you to practice with him and just take you home once he was finished. And oh my... You did not need to see him fighting. Having a whole hour to see his biceps flexing as the threw punches was doing you no favors; when you were both practicing you were too busy with yourself to notice him, but right then you had a whole hour to do nothing but stare.

At the end of the practice you rose when Hawk approached you, ready to go. When his sensei understood you were waiting there for him, he asked Hawk, “Yours?”

Hawk didn't answer; he merely smirked that Hawk smirk of his. His sensei nodded proudly. “Nice.” Creep.

You had a couple more days to squeeze the most you could out of your bet, and by all means were you planning on using them.

Hawk was taking you to school and home every day on the back of his bike – to Miyagi-do, too. It became a regular thing to see you two together, and if anyone was expecting you, they expected Hawk, too.

Just as the previous mornings, you and Hawk walked in to school together. Seeing your friends, you bid him goodbye and went to join them, your eyes lingering on him a bit too long as he said hello to Miguel.

Yasmine's jaw dropped as she looked at you, her expression scandalized. “What?” you asked.

    “You're totally in to the freak!”

    “What? No,” you denied – but even as the words left your mouth, you could hear your lack of conviction. “No.”

You looked back to where Hawk and Miguel stood; this time, he caught your eye. Then, with total audacity, he winked at you.

You felt heat rush through your body.

The smirk that grew on him suggested he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

    You hated it.

Deciding to put an end to this madness, you wordlessly leave your friends and march up to Hawk, a new rage running though you.

He stopped talking with Miguel when you reached him; Miguel visibly tensed at what he felt was a dangerous situation for him to be in.

    “Sidebar,” you ordered. Hawk smirked.

    “After you, princess.”

You hoped no one would notice when you lured him in to an empty classroom, but in all honesty, it was you and Hawk. There were always eyes on you two.

You turned to him once you were engulfed in the silence of the room. “Listen. I don't know what you're playing at, but cut it out. I own you, got it? Don't go winking at me in the hallway like I'm your girlfriend or something.”

You expected to see him cower, blush, show any sign of intimidation – but there was no such emotion. The smirk he wore only grew in confidence. “You sure about that?” he asked cheekily. “Because it seems to me like you'll find any excuse to be around me.”

You couldn't believe the audacity of this boy. You were stunted for words; he went on. “Be honest with yourself. Once the week is up, you'll still find reasons to talk to me.”

You bit your cheeks; you hated how he was right, how he read you so easily. “And look, I'm done playing this game too.”

Your stomach dropped. Was he about to reject you, without you even confessing? “I'm not playing with you,” you tried to say intimidatingly, but your voice came out too small for comfort.

    “Me neither. So...” Hawk looked down at you; you could have drowned in his ocean eyes. You averted your gaze to the side, crossing your arms.

    “Fine. We can call it off early.”

Hawk chuckled. You wanted to punch him. “You still don't get it, do you?”

You returned your eyes to Hawk, ready to chew him out when he placed his hands on your cheeks, pulling you to him for a kiss.

You could feel yourself melting in to the kiss, feeling a rush of adrenaline run through you as you finally got to experience what you didn't want to admit to yourself that you craved so deeply.

When he finally pulled away, he kept his hands on you, your noses nearly touching. “I've wanted to do that for a long time,” Hawk admitted.

You half-smiled. “It's only been a week.”

Hawk had burst in laughter, his thumbs caressing your cheeks. “You still don't get it.” Before you could protest his words, his lips met your once more.

    Maybe you could find it in you to forgive him, after all.

[hasspartacusdoneanythingwrong]

Day 107: Spartacus’ Curious Occurrence, part 2

Spartacus reappeared in a flash a purple light, this time in the middle of a flat grassy field. Aside from a few scattered trees, the only thing around for miles was a small circle of buildings. With nothing else in sight, Spartacus headed towards the little town.

As he made is way, his anger from the previous day soured into a melancholy. He tried to keep his signature smile upon his lips, but something about the Spartakiada just refused to leave him alone. The gladiator was so caught up in his own thoughts he almost failed to notice an equally agitated man peering over a nearby wall.

The stranger was a gangly, pale man, dressed in a high-waisted purple suit. He peered through a pair of binoculars while pressed against the wall, glowering at what he saw on the other side.

“Hello there,” Spartacus shouted. “You look troubled. Is something oppressing you?” The startled man dropped his binoculars over the wall, and spun around angrily.

The thin man grumbled, “Oh great, just what this town needs, another overactive fr- I mean, no, no, of course not! You can go back to working out, or moving big rocks, or whatever it is you people like to do.”

“What I like to do? What I like to do is help people! To break the chains of tyranny, and those who forged them!”

The other man’s face fell. “Of course he’s another super hero. Wait!” His eyes lit up with malevolent glee. “I might just have a problem you can help with after all!”

“There’s been this man in blue, and for weeks now he’s been forcing the children to play, and eat sports candy, and do all sorts of things! Please, you have to stop him!” the strange man wailed melodramatically.

Spartacus’ face lit up with glee. “Of course!” he bellowed. “Wait right here, I will free this town from its oppressor!”

Spartacus bounded off with a spring in his step.”Wait, wait!” the man called, and Spartacus skidded to a halt. “He’s that way.” Spartacus spun around and ran off again, this time in the direction the other man pointed.

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After a short jog, Spartacus saw the man in question, playing catch with a group of children. “Hold it, oppressor!”

The man in blue looked around, confused. “Are you talking to me?” he asked.

“Of course!” Spartacus retorted. “He told me all about what you’re doing to these children!”  Spartacus pointed towards the man in purple, who quickly tried to hide behind a tree. “You’re forcing them to toil for your own gain!”

Spartacus began to move towards the man in blue, but something unexpected happened. One of the children, a girl in pink, stepped between the two. “Sportacus is a super hero! He isn’t making us do anything; we’re playing because we think it’s fun!”

“I keep telling you Stephanie, I am only a slightly-above-average hero,” Sportacus chuckled.

Spartacus was embarrassed. He slumped down onto a nearby bench. “I am sorry, Sportacus. I have been disheartened lately, and when I thought someone was in trouble, I acted without thinking.”

Sportacus did a few poses before leaping onto a wall and backflipping onto the bench beside Spartacus. “It is alright, my friend. This isn’t the first time Robbie has tricked someone. What’s bothering you?”

Spartacus sighed. “Yesterday, I saw a group of people, who had been inspired by my own freedom fighting, but they were doing things I would never agree with.”

“I see,” Sportacus said, nodding knowingly. “Here, let me show you something!”

Sportacus pulled out an large, ancient book. The cover and pages were browning with age, but every one of them was filled with pictures of various people wearing the same outfit as Sportacus. Each of them was in the middle of an activity -lifting weights, doing a flip, playing catch- and each of them did so with a smile on their face.

“You see, my friend I am not the first Sportacus,” he said while gesturing to the ‘10′ on his chest. “Each of us was inspired by the previous Sportacus, and we have each carried the spirit of being active in our own way.”

“That’s not to say we all agree with each other! Sportacus #2 thought eating nothing but beef was a good diet, Sportacus #6 thought radon milkshakes were a good idea... the point is, you can’t choose who you inspire. All you can do is make sure you do what you think is right.”

A smile returned to Spartacus’ face. “You are a wise man, Sportacus. I would even call you a very-above-average hero.”

“You’re feeling better then?”

Spartacus nodded.

“Good! Would you like to join our game of catch?”

Spartacus shook his head. “There is still much I need to do elsewhere, but thank you for the offer. Valete, and may we meet again some day!”

Just as Spartacus turned to leave, Sportacus called out, “Wait, I never got your name!”

Spartacus smiled even wider, and shouted over his shoulder, “I am Spartacus!” He laughed as he ran back to the edge of town, before disappearing in a flash of purple light.

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Did we write this entire thing as an excuse to make a Spartacus/Sportacus joke? Yes. Was it worth the effort? Probably not. Tune in tomorrow for the thrilling conclusion!

[ob-2-kenobi]

I'm envisioning the story as a three-episode arc:

First episode starts with Jade being mean to Tori for no reason (let's say splashing Tori's drink in her face after she tells a funny joke) and, after Jade leaves, Tori wonders out loud why Jade hates her so much and sets out to make it up to her since it's weird for two people in their friend group to have a rivalry like this (not sure if this would be the A plot or the B plot for the episode). Throughout this plot, Tori repeatedly comes up with different things she's done that could have made Jade mad at her and getting her a gift as an apology, but each time Jade just gets mad, destroys/trashes the gift, and storms off. This happens three times, each time being an apology for a worse action with a better gift in return. At the last one (I think it'd be "I'm sorry I kissed Beck on my second day in class, here's a prop from The Scissoring"), after Jade storms off, Tori decides to follow after her. She finds Jade crying in an alley, but momentarily doesn't care as she starts laying into her and demanding to know why Jade hates her so much. For once, Tori is the one being aggressive (only verbally but still) and Jade is the one reeling back. After Jade stammers out some fake reasons and Tori denies them, putting the pressure on further, Jade blurts out "Because I LIKE you, okay!?" and looks scared as she realizes what she just said. Tori's confused and asks her to elaborate, and Jade explains that she was originally mean to Tori because she got into the school through the competition instead of actually having to work for it, but then later on realized she had feelings for Tori-she loves her more than she's ever loved Beck. Unfortunately, she thought that her mean behavior had already ruined her chances with Tori, so she continued being mean in hopes that Tori would stop being in her life so she wouldn't have to feel so bad. After a little while into this confession, Tori comforts Jade and gives her a hug, which Jade fortunately lets herself lean into. At the end of the episode, Jade is dropping Tori off back home and asks if Tori likes girls too. Tori says she's never really thought about it before, and will let her know.

The second episode starts with Jade getting a brief pep talk from Tori and breaking up with Beck. She'd say something like "I've been thinking about it, and I don't think you're the kind of person I want to spend my life with. I think we should break up." and Beck accepts it, saying it was nice while it lasted (even if, really, it often wasn't). This episode's plot would center around the friend group's reactions to this breakup. I think Andre would pretty quickly assure Beck that Jade will take him back soon, but Beck says "I don't know, usually when we break up she's screaming and throwing things. This time it looks like she's really thought about it. I don't think it's gonna happen. Besides, I'm not worried" and Andre asks him why not, cueing Beck to open up the blinds in Sikowitz's classroom revealing a gaggle of dozens of girls vying for his affections and holding signs and stuff. In the episode proper, Andre and Cat start playing matchmaker to try to get Beck and Jade back together (Andre thinking this is what his friend wants and Cat thinking that Jade is a hundred times meaner to her when she's broken up with Beck), Tori tries to talk them out of it without revealing too much, and Robbie also tries to talk them out of it but purely because he's also trying to get Jade to date him the entire time (Rex would either encourage him so he can have fun watching Robbie crash and burn or tell Robbie he has no chance with her and be repeatedly proven right as grander and grander gestures keep going unsuccessful). In the end they all accept that Beck and Jade are broken up for good and Robbie accepts that he has no chance with Jade (for multiple reasons). Also, throughout this episode, there are a bunch of scenes of Jade and Tori interacting that show that they DO work together.

Third episode would have some kind of dance going on at Hollywood Arts. Doesn't matter what, what matters is that (like the last episode) it would have a bunch of scenes of Jade and Tori alone together, perhaps working towards a common goal, showing a lot of real chemistry between them. Towards the end of the episode, Tori and Jade decide to get away from the party and sit on the main staircase together (the one that shows up in every episode). The two of them have a lighthearted chat about the episode's events and/or some funny things they saw offscreen at the party, then Tori tells Jade that she's been thinking and has figured herself out. She tells Jade that she likes guys (Jade briefly gets sad) and also girls (Jade looks more hopeful), she's bisexual. They talk a little more (primarily about girls they both find hot now that they both know they're both interested in that), before broaching the topic of potentially dating. They decide to try it out, and slowly, tentatively, share a kiss. They agree to keep this secret from the rest of the friend group, at least for now. Cue Robbie spilling out of the trash can (because of something that happened in the B plot), having seen/heard everything. He swears he won't tell, but Jade and Tori decide to tell everybody else anyway (since everybody knowing is better than just Robbie knowing). They head back to the party and meet up with the friend group. They announce their relationship via Jade pulling Tori into a dip and planting a kiss on her lips. Everybody's cool with it, and Beck realizes that probably had something to do with why he and Jade never worked as a couple.

Rest of the series has Jade and Tori in a committed and healthy relationship together, with all the black cat/golden retriever dynamic stuff that people who like this ship LOVE to see. Jade would still be her usual edgy and mean self, but would have a soft spot for Tori.

Anyway I just spent like 30+ minutes of my life writing about a hypothetical ship for a show that went off the air 12 years ago. That's the power of autism!

Hopping on this account I haven't posted on in years to give my thoughts on this:

Whenever I see Jori ship stuff, if their sexualities are specified at all it'll usually be that Tori is a lesbian and Jade is bisexual. Personally, I think it makes more sense the other way around!

Like, think about it-Jade only ever dates ONE guy (Beck) throughout the series and it has NEVER been a good or healthy relationship. It could be that she doesn't know that she's a lesbian and is just getting with the guy everyone says is the hottest because she doesn't realize she's supposed to actually like being with her boyfriend (she strikes me as a "love isn't real it's just a lie we tell ourselves to sell more valentine's cards and make us feel better about dying" type). It could also be that she DOES know she's a lesbian, but isn't ready to come out yet and is using Beck as a beard until then.

Tori, meanwhile, had multiple boyfriends throughout the series that she seems to have at least been attracted to and/or liked being with. I'd say that Tori is definitely attracted to guys based on that fact. Also there are so many girls who say that Jade was their bisexual awakening that it'd be incredibly funny (and also sweet) if she did that for Tori as well!

So yeah, lesbian Jade and bi Tori is my headcanon!

[pokefan531]

Wacky House Meeting + November Announcement

Well, based on a real life event that's coming later this month, here is the meeting for the Wacky House group.

Pokefan gathered everyone in the meeting about an upcoming trip.

Pokefan: Guys! This is an important meeting. I wanted to tell you guys a great news, and for all of us. Ash: Ooh! I like surprises! Bea: So what is it? Pokefan: Well, I got reserved tickets to Alola for all of us. We're going on a trip for more than two weeks. Tawna: Ooh nice! Alix: That's great! Pokefan: Yep! We will be reaching to Melemele Island first. Yep, we're probably gonna take turns on each island. Gogo: Are we gonna take a tour on Aether Paradise? Pokefan: Unfotunately, I haven't made reservations there. However, we are gonna be on a resort for few days during our vacation. Konata: Hano Grand Resort? Pokefan: Yes! Ash: That's where I was last time, 3 years ago for New Years! Robbie: That's great! A resort I've never been to yet. Ash: I just hope this time Iris isn't coming to try to ruin it again. Bea: Don't worry, you have all of us, as Evil Iris won't match with the rest of us at all. Ash: That's good to hear. Pokefan: Totally won't be the same situation again. Ash: Well my vacation wasn't ruined, but it did made us feel unsafe, but I know it won't happen again. Pokefan: Yeah. So we will be taking boats to travel to a city by the resort. It will just be all of us having fun. The large pool, sprinkled pool, the beach, the buffet, and talent shows. Ash: Don't forget arcade rooms and souveniurs. Pokefan: Oh yes! Bea: Sounds like fun! D.VA: Game room sounds epic! Miruko: I'll be playing sports games around there! Tawna: And much activities around Alola sounds fun. Pokefan: Yep. Well, it's just gonna be us on break for over two weeks. Ash: Oh, when do we leave? Pokefan: November 18th, and we return at December 4th. Allister: Oh! So we're gonna be away during BDSP release. Pokefan: Don't worry, we probably gonna find a place to celebrate the game release day. Konata: Cool!! Pokefan: So this month is gonna be great. Miruko: What about Thanksgiving? Pokefan: Hmm... perhaps we may either celebrate it in some place in Alola or in Hano Grand Resort, to ourselves. Alola doesn't celebrate Thanksgiving, so I'd say we don't need to worry about it. Alix: Awesome! Rina: Sounds like a good plan! Gogo: Oh yes! A great vacation after a few beach vacation from August. Amazing.

All right, now that the Wacky House story is done, here's my real announcement. Yeah, I'll be going to Costa Rica later this month. It's about time I get a multi-week vacation since over 2 years ago. As I do need a vacation despite having a few short ones around the summer, it's just nice to see my family hang once again with bigger group of us. So as for my contents on my youtube channel, any videos I do make won't be made during it, and making MMD renders and stories would likely be 10% of work time. However, I will take pictures around the country and I think it will be easy to make by doing character render and put it on a photo to post on DA, Tumblr, and Youtube Community Tab. It's no big work, and I do want to show you guys about certain places or even my family's houses about what any member of my Wacky House will be doing. Yep, expect to see Wacky House or just me taking random pics around the trip. As for my videos, like I said, I won't be making videos or just small chance. However, until the vacation, I will be making small pre-made MMD videos of random stuffs, be it Pokemon or other fandoms, and either a meme motion video or made a funny scene myself. I plan to have a few to a couple of short videos scheduled during my vacation and upload those before then. It will just be a regular upload, not premieres. It's a plan I considered as I do want to see how it turns out. And also, I'm doing two big projects that are in the works. I'm really almost done doing a clip for another collab on David Militello's channel. My first time a content clip of mine will appear on other channels. And as for next Iris videos, I'm in the middle of it, it should come out sometime in November before my trip. The next thing I want to tell you guys is that I'm going to a resort again for few days during my vacation. Yes, the same actual place where I filmed my Ash's Vacation, Hano's Grand Resort. Yep, Barcelo Tambor. But that's not all. I'm filming there again during my vacation. I plan to shoot scenes and areas again just like last time, except planning to shoot more places where I haven't shot yet. But yeah, I do have plenty of time having fun there and shooting. This next project will involve Ghetsis finally, as to why I plan to make something big for the future in 2022. Also, I will be filming my small vlog in there and upload after I arrive back from the resort. That will be the only content I will be uploading to youtube during my vacation. I also plan to make BTS of the Ghetsis video a month after when that video gets released in early 2022. So that is all the news related to November 2021. Yes, I will be getting Brilliant Diamond even if I'm away from my country, and play the game during my road trips, and I will check your comments and replies there too. Stay tuned.

Credits: Family House - xXSefa SM Ash - Jakkaeront Tawna - SAB64 Allister - Arisumatio (textures restored) D.VA - DesertDraggon Robbie Rotton - YikesDepartment Gogo - Entzminger500 Miruko - HatsuneDKaname Rina - Japanese Author Adult Alix, My OC, and Bea - Myself

[pastelsandpining]

Christmas Wrappings (Missed Connections)

The tenth prompt in 12 Days of Christmas by @zelink-prompts​, a sequel to prompt #4, Broken Heart

Prompt List

Words: 3072

Summary: Zelda attends Kakariko Village’s Hylia’s Day Celebration with her roommates, and Link shows up to join in on the fun.

Warnings: second hand embarrassment probably, statements such as “contemplated jumping into the nearest pond”

BotW Modern AU

Zelink-mas 2020  l  Masterlist 

A semester had passed by in the blink of an eye.

Well, that wasn’t very accurate. There were periods of time where the semester felt like it was just crawling, and there were times she became so overwhelmed with her work that she considered dropping out. But she loved her work with Sheikah technology, and she was at the top of nearly every class, and she loved the group of friends she’d made at Akkala Technical University, so she pushed through to the end. 

Three of those close friends were Sheikah, which was incredibly helpful whenever she got stuck on a research paper or a lab. Two of those Sheikah friends were also her roommates, which meant she had help at all times. It also meant that she would be begging them all to come visit over the winter break.

That went both ways, of course. So when Impa and Purah demanded that Zelda come spend a week with them in Kakariko for the Hylia’s Day celebration, she couldn’t say no.

The village was quaint and Zelda fell in love with it immediately. Winter break or not, she could learn so much from just being around so many Sheikah. She was excited, to say the least. 

Her phone vibrating in her pocket broke her moment of peace. She fished it out of her pocket and frowned. That slap of guilt had never left, which she was kindly reminded of every time she saw his name pop up on the screen.

[Hey, are you coming back to Castle Town for the break?]

Zelda took a breath and debated throwing her phone into the nearest pond. It was complicated. She tried ghosting him in the first few weeks of the semester, but that hurt more than talking to him did. So she chickened out of it with some lame excuse and decided to stay frustrated with herself for her stupid choices for the rest of time. 

[I’m in Kakariko with some roommates for Hylia’s Day, but I’ll be back home in a week] she replied. His response was almost immediate.

[I’m in Hateno! You should come visit :)]

Goddesses, he was still annoyingly adorable. It was a good thing she was way past crying, or she’d be sniffling. 

[Why don’t you make your way up here, lazy bones?]

[Is that an official invite? :D]

Zelda bit her lip and glanced around her, as if someone would be watching her mistakes over her shoulder. She still hadn’t entered the village yet. It wasn’t too late to book it to Castle Town and then revoke the playful invite. 

[If you can make it here, then yes :)]

“Who’s got your nose glued to that phone?”

She jumped, sending her phone flying out of her hands and into a nearby bush. Of course, Purah doubled over in laughter as she went to fetch it.

“Purah!” Zelda exclaimed, just barely keeping herself from stomping like a child.

“Sorry,” Purah replied once she’d gained her breath back. But she wasn’t sorry at all. “Ugh, Link is still bothering you?”

“He’s not a bother,” Zelda defended, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“Really? Because you told me you were over him.”

“That.. well, uh, might’ve been a teensy lie.”

Purah stared at her with what could only be described as a I-Shouldn’t-Be-Surprised-Because-You’re-That-Obvious-But-I’m-Disappointed-Anyway look and Zelda looked at anything but her roommate. 

“You invited him over?!”

“I panicked!”

“How on Hylia’s green Hyrule you are the highest placing student at Akkala Tech is beyond me. Do you need a 101 in how to avoid ex boyfriends?”

“I don’t want to avoid him,” Zelda argued, but this conversation was going to take a turn if she didn’t stop it. “Where’s Impa?”

“She’s getting stuff ready at the house, but don’t think this is over because I’ll drag her into it too,” Purah warned as she linked an arm through hers and tugged her into the village.

“I’ll just tell him nevermind! It’s a girls week, right?”

Purah huffed and gave her another tug.

“Cherry’s coming at the end of the week and wherever Cherry goes, Robbie goes. So, no, not girls week.”

Zelda almost laughed. Seeing Robbie again was going to be interesting, but she was excited for it. A week away from home with some of her favorite people in all of Hyrule, what was not to love? 

Purah took her to the largest house in the little village, and her excitement rose. 

“You’re here!” exclaimed Impa when the door swung open. Zelda ripped her arm free from Purah’s hold so that she could hug her best friend.

“I love your house!” Zelda replied, looking around with wide eyes. “I’d stay here forever if I could.”

“We’re just getting started.”

It took less than ten minutes for Zelda to get settled in with the girls, and even less time for her to end up being scolded by both Sheikah sisters.

“Look at his photo,” Purah said, handing the phone off to Impa. 

“And you let him go?” Impa asked incredulously as she looked up with wide eyes. Zelda felt like she was being interrogated.

“It’s complicated,” she defended, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Well, let me uncomplicate it.” Purah plucked the phone from Impa’s hands and Zelda nearly tackled her when she started typing.

“What are you doing?!” 

“Helping you.”

When Zelda managed to wrestle her phone back to herself, Purah had already done the damage.

[Check it, it’s Z’s roommate. Come down any time ;) She’s gotta talk to you]

“Why?!” Zelda exclaimed, throwing the phone onto the nearest pillow so she didn’t have to see his response. 

“Because you’re helpless!”

She looked to Impa for help, but Impa only shrugged.

“It’s for your own good, Z.”

Needless to say, day one of her trip to Kakariko didn’t go as planned. 

The rest of the week went rather swimmingly compared to that. Zelda was coaxed into playing countless games with the village children, which was absolutely fascinating. They were so lively and intelligent. She remembered when she was like that, young and full of life before college sucked it right out of her. 

Impa took her all over Kakariko, and then out to Goponga Village up in Lanayru Wetlands, and to Deya Village for a tour of places she’d never seen. The people were incredibly kind to her, and she was having more fun than she had when they were confined to the campus of their university. 

It almost took her mind off of things entirely. 

And Hylia’s Day came quickly. She spent it hanging up lights with Impa and Purah, watching a few other Sheikah return from the woods with game for the feast. Music was pouring from one corner, and Zelda scampered her way out of a dance with a poet by hiding behind Robbie—who’d arrived with Cherry for the celebration.

It was so different from how they celebrated in Castle Town, which was more of a carnival that lasted over a span of days. This was quieter, more personal, which made sense given the Sheikah were people of Hylia. It felt so much more intimate and real, and Zelda loved it. She wasn’t a diehard believer, but she respected it. During the opening prayer, facing the statue of the goddess, she even felt a sort of soft connection. 

And then the festivities really kicked up. Zelda was almost ready to lose herself in the fun with her roommates, but in the process of searching for Purah with Impa, she ran into a very familiar face. Quite literally. 

She scrambled backwards, grabbing onto Impa’s arm so she didn’t lose her footing.

“Hey,” Link said, giving her a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Hey,” she stuttered in return. 

“Hey,” Impa input with an awkward wave. Zelda laughed just as awkwardly in an attempt to snap herself out of it.

“Um, Link, this is my roommate Impa. Impa, this is Link.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Impa said. Zelda resisted the urge to crawl under a rock and stay there forever. 

“All good things, I hope,” Link replied with a laugh, glancing over at her. Zelda laughed again, just as awkward as the first. 

“Totally. You’re welcome to join us for the festivities. There’s enough food to go around.” With that, Impa turned and continued her search for her sister. The crowd wasn’t that big, but Purah could be quite the escape artist when she wanted to be.

Zelda followed, falling into step with Link. She tried not to look at him too much. College hadn’t changed him at all, so he was just as, well.. Link as he was before. But she didn’t want the awkward and tense air to suffocate her, so she fiddled with her fingers and spoke again.

“So, um, is Hateno celebrating too?” 

“Not like this. It’s more of an individual family thing,” he replied.

“It’s fascinating how everyone celebrates differently. What.. what made you decide to come up to Kakariko?”

“Well, you and your roommate invited me over and it’d just be rude to refuse.”

She made the mistake of looking over at him, and he smiled at her again. Zelda fought back her own smile and stuck her hands into her pockets.

“How’s.. life?” she asked, and tried not to visibly cringe.

“It’s okay,” Link answered with a shrug. “I see we both survived the first semester.”

“Barely,” Zelda corrected, glancing at Impa ahead of them. “If it weren’t for my roommates, I don’t think I-“

“Hold that thought, Z. Robbie incoming,” Impa warned. She hardly had time to brace herself before the eccentric genius was in front of them, and he’d dragged Purah and Cherry with him.

“Ah, there’s the rest of my entourage. What’s up, pretty ladies?” he greeted, wrestling to keep Purah under his arm.

“I thought you were supposed to be keeping him reigned in,” Impa said, setting her hands on her hips as she looked at Cherry.

“There’s no reigning in a party animal,” Robbie defended as Purah broke free of his grasp.

“Right,” Purah replied with an eyeroll. “Because a party animal passes out in our dorm at midnight after living off of energy drinks for forty-two hours.”

Robbie gave her a finger gun and clicked his tongue, and Zelda considered using this as an escape. But if she did escape, she wouldn’t have her friends to cover for her if Link decided to try talking.

“Um, these are my friends,” she told him, gesturing to the mess. “Purah, Cherry, and Robbie.”

“So this is the ex boyfriend, huh?” Purah asked as she lit up and circled him like a predator.

“That would be me, yes,” Link replied sheepishly.

“Again, I don’t know how you’re the top of your class, Z. 

“Can we not insult my bad decisions?” Zelda asked with her hands on her hips.

“Not a chance,” Purah answered. “You’re just lucky the feast is about to start.”

“Thank Hylia,” Zelda muttered and followed after the chattering group.

“They seem nice,” Link said, nodding ahead of them.

“And genius,” she added. “Sometimes, next to them I feel extremely ordinary.”

“There’s nothing ordinary about you, Zel,” he replied. Zelda averted her gaze and laughed.

“Of course you would say that.”

“The truth?”

She shook her head with another smile, sticking her hands back into her pockets. In the middle of the village, a row of tables had been pushed together to form a banquet table that spanned the length of the place. Zelda took her seat besides Impa, and Link besides her, and then the feast really began.

“Have you learned any new recipes?” she asked curiously as they ate.

“Yeah, actually. I’ve started putting together a cookbook so I can always reference them.”

“Very smart. I don’t suppose you live off of microwaved noodles then.”

Link smiled and replied, “Sometimes.” 

She could admit to herself, and preferably only herself, that she’d missed this. Talking to him, hanging out with him, it was part of her routine schedule and she didn’t realize that until she wasn’t texting him and calling him and meeting up for whatever silly activities they'd planned for the day.

And so far, despite how awkward she felt, it wasn’t going horribly. It could’ve been a lot worse. Like, goddesses, what would she have done if he’d appeared with another girl? Okay, no, she knew better than that. He wouldn’t do that to her. But did he have—

Why did she care oh goddesses Zelda get it together if you’re gonna spend Hylia’s Day thinking about a boy instead of having fun with your friends why did you bother coming Impa and Purah are going to tear you apart for this they will never let you live it down-

Zelda attempted to crumple those thoughts the way she’d crumpled failed outlines of research papers and tossed them into the nearest pit of fire in her brain. 

The feast gave way to dancing. Tables were moved off to the sides, opening an area up for children and couples alike to do whatever they pleased. Purah and Robbie were some of the first to participate, and Zelda snorted when Impa looked away like she wasn’t aware of, or for that matter related to, one of them.

“You should join them,” Link teased, nudging her with his elbow. It was the first contact they’d made all evening. She hated that it sent her heart racing.

“Absolutely not,” she replied and crossed her arms over her chest. “Besides, I don’t dance.”

He hummed sarcastically in response, making it clear that he knew better. He’d caught her dancing in her room when she thought she was alone, he’d roped her into dancing in the kitchen at two in the morning, and he’d dragged her to prom (which she would insist until the day she died that she was not interested in).

“Maybe you should start,” Link ended up saying. “Because it looks like someone’s about to ask you.”

Zelda’s heart stopped in her chest. Was he..? But then she followed his gaze and was disappointed (disappointed??) to find the same poet boy from earlier eyeing her like he was indeed thinking about it. 

She could admit it wasn’t one of her best plans of escape, but she turned to Link and bit her lip.

“Save me?” she asked, extending a hand. He eyed it for a second, leaning back against a railing with a shrug.

“I dunno. Seems like a fitting punishment for someone who lied about dancing,” he replied, mischief twinkling in his sky blue eyes.

Oh, she was not about to beg for his help. Two could play that game, and she wouldn’t be the first to cave in. 

“Fine, then maybe I will dance with him. He looks nice,” she answered, dropping her hand. She didn’t know what she was hoping for, exactly. To stir up some jealousy?

But Link only shrugged again.

“Suit yourself.”

So when the young poet approached her with a nervous smile and an extended hand, she did accept, offering what she hoped was a charming smile.

She made as much conversation as possible, and she liked to think it was going well.

Until Link swept past her with Purah, shooting her a grin. She glared playfully back, and her roommate winked.

“Trade off!” she shouted, and before Zelda could realize what was happening, much less protest to it, Purah had whisked the poor poet boy away, and she was back in Link’s arms.

“So you decided to save me after all?” she asked, hoping to combat the blush on her cheeks and the butterflies in her stomach.

“Did you not want me to?” he asked as he raised an eyebrow. “I can always go back to Purah.”

“Oh, Purah can do better,” she replied with a roll of her eyes.

“C’mon, Zel, I wasn’t that bad.”

“No, but you were too perfect.”

“Glad you can admit it.”

Zelda laughed and gave him a shove, but he pulled her back against him by her hands and she didn’t fight.

“I missed you,” she said, without a thought for what she was saying. 

“Did you?” he asked. His cheeks were red, but his smile told her he already knew. “What are you gonna do about it then, sunshine?”

Well, maybe Purah was right about her being the top of her class, because she was about to do something real stupid. He was smiling at her with that stupid smile, and he was holding her like nothing ever happened, and goddesses, she missed him.

She cupped his face in her hands and pulled him into a long craved kiss, and she pretended she couldn’t hear Robbie whooping in the background. 

“There’s my Zel,” Link said once they parted, leaning his forehead against hers.

“You didn’t have to wait for me,” she pointed out, brushing her fingers through his hair. 

“I didn’t want anyone else,” he replied simply, then pressed a kiss to her nose. 

“Is this my Hylia’s Day gift?” she asked with a laugh.

“Yep. Me, in all my glory. If it’s what you want.”

“I do.”

“Thank Hylia, now we can stop hearing about it,” said a voice that did not belong. Zelda whipped around to face Purah with wide eyes. 

“Ooh, exposed,” Link sang, hugging her waist like he couldn’t get enough of her. 

“Happy Hylia’s Day, you’re very much welcome,” Purah replied with a bow. Zelda contemplated throwing something at her.

“You are my least favorite roommate,” Zelda complained.

“Yeah, yeah, you can thank me on your wedding day.”

She buried her face in her hands as Purah skipped off, and Link’s laughter filled her ears.

Yeah, maybe one day she would thank her. But for now, she owed someone an apology.

“I’m sorry for.. you know,” she mumbled, turning back to face Link.

“Don’t apologize for needing time to figure stuff out,” he replied as he set a hand on her cheek, running his thumb over her cheekbone. 

“Well, I figured out one thing,” she said. 

“And what’s that?”

“That I don’t really want to be without you. Is that dumb?”

“Not at all.”

Link pulled her into another kiss and she hugged him close, deciding that this was probably one of the best Hylia’s Day celebrations she’d been to in a while. The goddess must’ve been smiling upon her today specifically, and she didn’t mind at all.

[musingsofanunorgainizedmind]

Top 10 Things I Love About Supernatural

It’s been almost half a year since the show ended and now that the dust has settlIed, I just want to list ten reasons I love this show. Despite it’s flaws, it’s been quite the ride.

1. Team Free Will

When I first got the idea to make this list, I originally planned on doing entirely separate entries for “Sam & Dean” and “Destiel”. Except then I wanted to pay tribute to “Sastiel”. And then I wanted to do an entry for “Team Free Dads”. By that point, I was already halfway through the list and I hadn’t even moved on from the main characters. A few months ago, I made a post about why I love every single pairing in this group. Obviously, Sam and Dean are a legendary duo. Obviously, Dean and Cas have an unparalleled story. Obviously, Sam and Cas are an underrated team. As for Team Free Dads, I’ve always had a soft spot for father/mentor figure characters and and all three tackle the role in different ways. I love Jack, too. I love how everyone in this bizarro family is “broken” in some way. We’ve got the Allistair’s prized pupil, the spawn of satan, the boy with demon blood, and the angel who nearly obliterated all of heaven. But they help each other heal by being supportive and seeing the good in each other. They all love each other so deeply and when together, nothing can stand in their way. Not Michael, not Lucifer, and not God himself. They tore up the book and wrote their own story. And it was a pleasure to watch it all unfold.

2. The Suppporting Characters

To list every single supporting character I have loved and lost in this show would take way too long. I don’t know if it’s the writing or acting performances, but I love pretty much every single supporting character on this show. Even villains like Azazel or Allistair are top-notch villains. Hell, I even like characters like Metatron, Lucifer, Mary, and John! Characters like Rufus, Charlie, Crowley, Rowena, Kevin, Ellen, Jo, Bobby, Gabriel, Balthazar, Mick...how am I not supposed to love them??? All of their stories were cut so short. I’d watch a show about any of these characters. The Wayward Sisters were robbed. So many ships were gone too soon (Sam/Rowena, Dean/Jo, Cas/Meg, Etc.). So many heartbreaking deaths. I want to be best friends with all these characters. Why be a “dean-girl” or a “sam-girl” when you can be a garth-girl? A kevin-girl? A claire-girl? A bela-girl? There are so many great characters with interesting and compelling backstories and so much untapped potential. I could go on forever on this, but I digress.This show has one of the best supporting casts I have ever had the pleasure of watching.

3. The Themes

It’s no accident that I got addicted to this show at the time that I did. Namely, my Senior Year of College and 2020. Graduating college and entering the “real world” felt like it’s own sort of apocalypse. 2020 definitely exacerbated my worst tendencies. Messages like “family don’t end in blood”, “you can write your own story”, and “always keep fighting” really resonated with me. I could definitely relate to the feelings of insecurity these character’s felt and the ways they suppressed/repressed their issues instead of facing them. I could relate to the feelings of not fitting in and I could definitely relate to the loneliness. This show helped remind me that I’m not alone. That it’s okay if my values and identity don’t line up with the what I envisioned for myself. And, most importantly, that there is a light at the end of the tunnel and that I should never give up. If Dean, Sam, and Cas can keep moving forward despite their demons and despite how bad it gets, so can I. Regardless of how the story ended, these themes resonated with me and I’ll still hold them with me. A single episode can’t take that away.

4. The Fun Episodes

This show has so many legendary standalone episodes. Changing Channels. Ghostfacers. The French Mistake. Fan Fiction. Tall Tales. Bad Day at Black Rock. When this show goes for the absurd, it goes all-in. It takes the risks it needs to take, it gets completely insane, and it pulls it off. So many of these episodes could have easily been the moment that the show “jumped the shark”. Yet, time after time, the show delivered on it’s potential. I don’t know how much I can say about these episodes except that they made me laugh out loud, made me fall even harder for these characters, and that they’re the episodes I remember best. If I were to rewatch any episode, it would be one of the fun ones. This show knew how to not take itself too seriously and how to poke fun at itself. I’ve always had a soft spot for shows that can make me laugh and cry (X-Files, Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel, Doctor Who, etc.), and this show definitely nails the fun part. 

5. The Sad Episodes

Death’s Door. Hammer of the Gods. Despair. Carry On. Abandon All Hope. In My Time of Dying. Swan Song. When this show wants you to cry, it doesn’t pull the punches. It gets downright devastating. No character is safe. Literally every character you love will either be forgotten or will die. Or both. The amount of trauma Sam and Dean have to go through is insane. Both have literally been to hell and back. Both have killed countless people, including innocents. When this show decides it wants to wreck you, it’s overwhelming. I sobbed when Bobby died. I sobbed when every single member of Team Free Will died for the final time (I still can’t watch any of those scenes). I still wish Jo, Ellen, Charlie, Kevin, Mick, and Gabriel had been given more time to tell their stories. Being a hunter means a life of endless angst. Being an angel or demon doesn’t get you off the hook, either. I remember going into this show thinking it couldn’t hurt me. My favorite character type is “mentor/father figure”. But holy hell...I don’t think every single sad moment was necessarily good writing, but when it was? Damn. 

6. The Biblical Themes

I’m not a relgious person. But, despite this show being steeped in Christian mythology, it really touched on my feelings about the Old Testament in a profound way. Well, really just Ben Edlund and Robbie Thompson did. I’ve never seen a show really hit the overall feel of the bible the way this show does. The idea of Angels as mystical and terrifying creatures. The idea of God as a flawed father figure with a penchant for wrath. The sheer epicness of the biblical stories. The idea of family members constantly being turned on each other. Cain and Abel. Jacob and Essau. Moses and Ramses. Moses and Aaron. Abraham and Isaac. The bible is full of stories of family drama. This show doesn’t always give angels and demons weight. Sometimes it’s silly and stupid and cheesy. But when it hits right? It’s epic. This is more of a personal thing I love about the show, but definitely a plus!

7. The Music

The early seasons music is so good. I really miss the classic rock of the golden era of the show. I mean, there are still some great musical moments later on, but damn. I loved hearing songs I recognized and I loved learning new songs. I loved when the song and the scene hit perfectly in time (Death’s intro. Cas’s return in Season 13.). Also Supernatural wouldn’t be Supernatural without the ‘Carry On My Wayward Son’ song at the end of every season. Even at the end of a season I didn’t love, that recap would always get me pumped. Also Chuck singing Fare Thee Well? Dean and Lee singing together? Fan Fiction? All great. 

8. The Cast & Crew

I never care about the actors or actresses in a show. I definitely don’t bother with the names of specific writers and directors or their styles of writing/directing. They’re just random people who happen to write for or play these characters I love. They’re not actually the characters. But these guys? Well, for one, I’m pretty sure half this cast actually is their character. At least to some degree. They’re also just...really cool people? Who are all friends? They make a point to do community service, to interact with fans, and to promote positive ideas. Jared’s Always Keep Fighting campaign. Misha and GISH. The fact that they all participate in fundraising opportunities and encourage fan engagement. Do they all have issues? Definitely. Have they said stupid things? Yes. But the good far outweighs the bad. They’re an entertaining bunch whether onscreen or not and I hope they all do well in whatever their future endeavors may be.  

9. The Fandom

I joined this fandom late. To be honest, I thought this fandom was obnoxious before I found myself a part of it. Now that I’ve been in the trenches? It’s got it’s ups and downs like any fandom. There are some parts that are more toxic than others. A lot of people yelling that their opinion is the only opinion. But overall? The good outweighs the bad. And the good? The good is great. Some fanfictions I’ve read are better than actual books I’ve read and just as moving. The fanart? Incredible. I love reading all the metas about random aspects of the show I never would have noticed. I love the music videos and I love the analytical videos. In real life, I’ve made many friends through our mutual love of this show. Hell, even getting sucked into GISH once or twice has given me some solid memories and brought me closer to friends. I wish all fandoms were this much like family. I’m so glad I got to be a part of this fandom and I can’t wait to continue being a fan. After all, nothing ever stays dead in Supernatural.

10. The Chaos & Insanity

Season 16 has been a time. First, Destiel went canon. Then suddenly Sherlock was having a 5th season, Putin was retiring, and Georgia was going blue. Destiel going “canon” and Joe Biden winning the presidency will always be correlated in my mind now. Things in the fandom went from quiet to blaringly loud real fast. Carry On happened. The fandom went into a civil war. I can’t even remember half of what happened in Season 16, but it’s been a wild ride. There’s been ups (my personal favorite being the french dub and the Saileen wedding). There’s been downs (Jared’s controversial statements and the original scripts being leaked). At one point Misha Collins had sex with Bill Clinton???? It’s been a wild time. It’s honestly gotten me through the end of this pandemic. At least it’s entertaining. I would say that at least all the craziness is over, but is it ever really over? Every time I say that something else completely insane happens. But it’s been fun. I’m glad I started watching this show despite my reservations and here’s to whatever happens next. 

[elliethesuperfruitlover]

How about some smutty angsty stuff that goes like: reader meets Rob at some exotic retreat and they hook up but after 2 weeks of bliss they have to decide what the future holds for their relationship. The sex is insanely good but they don't know if they can stay together and there is angst.

Good Things End (Not This Time) pt.1

A/N: This is going to be from one of the anon requests I’ve received. I am terribly sorry that I didn’t get to it earlier, sometimes I get distracted from requests with my own ideas, and I get backlogged. However, this is going to get done, and it will be done well. An AU!rob x reader one. Enjoy!

Warnings: angst, masturbation, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem!, male receiving), slow burn, (happy ending tho), sex on the beach, food

“Baby, oh please.” Rob said from below you, his hands above his head, back arching.

“Hold on, alright. I’m almost there. Just hold on for me.” you plead, going from bouncing on top of him, pert nipples bound to grinding your hips against his groin. Your moans were close to drowned out from the waves crashing just behind you two.

  The tight knot in your stomach finally released, and you threw your head back, moaning to the stars and the sky above. His eyes closed, and you felt him cum and unleash himself into you. You collapsed on his chest, and caught your breath against him. Once your senses came to you though, you burst into tears, Rob following.

                                                Two Weeks Earlier….

“You all looking forward to this little getaway or what?” one of your friends asks, pulling into the gate of the retreat, eyes switching to the mirror.

“HELL YEAH!!” you all reply, especially you. Your work had gotten you all caught up, and you rarely ever took breaks from your job. It was so stressful, and your friends had offered to take you on a little exotic retreat. You agreed, and here you were, Haribo packets and water bottles crowding the back seat where you were sitting. 

    You all checked into the little hotel, and it overlooked the most beautiful beach scene. Little beds lined the sand on one side, just like in Twilight. You were bubbling with excitement, and dropped your bags off, looking out onto your balcony. There were a few palm trees, and a pool. You had conjoined rooms with your friends, and you saw them peeping through into your room, as they promised to not have you working on the trip. You stuck a cheeky middle finger to the window, and they sent it back, laughing at your antics. You unpack your bags for the two week excursion, and went right across the door to your friends, ready to join them outside. They were talking about some person, and you were ever so curious as to what they were blabbering on about.

“This dude was MEGA hot, like fucking ripped muscles, short hair, he was so good-looking.” one of them said, the others nodding in agreement.   You listened in, and laughed as they described him, followed by a group discussion about what your dream person would act/look like. One said they had to act like they had sense, with reason, and another mentioned them having at least ONE degree in something that wasn’t mechanics based.

“What about you?” they asked, looking in your direction.

 “ I don’t really mind what someone looks like, as long as they treat me right, and aren’t an asshole. If I see a MAGA hat, or an American flag in their yard, it’s called off. I don’t care if they can cook everything in the world, I just can’t with it. Oh, and if they like capitalism, I'm gone. Fuck that shit.” you said, grabbing a Twizzler from the bag and dropping it into your mouth, shrugging your shoulders at the end of the sentence.

  They giggled at your reply, then you all dropped down to dip by the pool (a trip to the spa), just to get used to all the water throughout the week. It was all fine, but suddenly, your vision was blinded by a man with long, curly hair, in a pair of blue trunks, if you could call them that. They were itty bitty, and his hip bones were poking out from them. You dared not to look any closer, so your eyes drifted back up, and they were looking at the most wonderful green eyes you’d ever seen.

“Hi, sorry if this is awkward, but uh, could you get my back please?” the guy asked.

  You thought nothing of it, and obliged, and he tied his brown hair, golden in the sun, into a little man bun. You spread the sunscreen on his back, and even kneaded it in somewhat, trying to get everything. You were working on it, and suddenly, he started talking, sending the somewhat awkward air.

“What’s gotten you here? I mean, it’s not everyday you see someone so young in these places.” he said, turning his head just a little to acknowledge the question.

“I work a lot, and my friends want me to loosen up, and take a break from it. I appreciate it a lot from them, as my work can be quite draining, but I do love it. It’s a pain in the ass though.” you reply, finished with his back.

“That’s a fair point. Work can be draining. Trust me, I know. What’s your profession, if I may ask?” he asks, turning around to look you in the eye.

“I write, actually, but the deadlines are sometimes just insane. It’s a bit much, and it’s been so long since I’ve had fun. Wild to think all this is because of capitalism.” you reply, shaking your head.

“That’s a good one. Thank you for the sunscreen help though. My thirty-two year old body can’t do this shit sometimes.”  he said, stretching his arms over his head. His pronunciation was slightly off, and the third of a brain cell you had in your noggin decided to work.

“You’re Irish, aren’t you?” you claim, looking at him with bewilderment.

“Yes, born and raised, where else could I get this lovely accent and grass-green eyes from.” he said, quickly fluttering his eyelashes in front of you.

  You giggled at his actions, and asked for a name, giving yours beforehand. He replied with a shy “Robert”, and it sounded smooth along your mouth, and you shook his hand, promising to meet up later throughout the trip. Your friends asked where you were, and with no forethought whatsoever, you said that you were giving someone a buttery backrub. Your friends laughed their asses off at your wording, and you almost fell into the pool giggling at yourself as well. You saw Rob from the side of the pool, and he was watching you from one of the pool chairs, a smirk on his face. Your face grew warm, and you looked away, embarrassed.

  You and your friends played together in the ocean when you headed on over, and after the sun started to kiss the world goodbye for another night, you all headed to the food hall, which was camp style, and you all grabbed your share of sandwiches and cold pickles. You ate your sandwich by the forming campfire, and you watched as Rob lit it, and clapped his hands when the flame successfully caught. You laughed, and he looked back, a blush forming, even through the campfire, you could see it. He also looked away, his lips pursing in a silent smile. Everyone talked over the campfire, sharing odd stories of how you met, and a few spooky encounters with paranormal activity. Soon enough, it was getting too dark, and you all headed outside, but while you were getting up from your wooden seat, Rob grabbed your wrist, and offered this question to you.

“Would you like to meet with me tomorrow, maybe around night time. I just want to spend some time with you.” he offered, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. You obliged, and kissed his hand, walking off with your friends, who cheered you on as you all walked into the elevator. 

   They all retreated to their respective rooms, you to yours and you showered, washing the day’s dirt off of your skin. Your hand drifted to your pussy, which was pulsing under the hot water. You hadn’t masturbated in a while, you’d just been so busy with your writing, you never thought about pleasing yourself. A hand drifted down, and your fingers knew the right spots, from when you used to frequently touch yourself. The skilled tips of your fingers circled your clitoris, pressuring it to show up just a little bit. The hot water beating down on your body just felt so intense, you were bound to be pruned after you got done with yourself. A single finger slipped into your hole, and it moving even an inch inside of your body made you convulse, and you came, and hard. You couldn’t tell what was your own liquids, and what was water. You got out of the shower, not even caring to cover up, drying off and slipping on a nightgown and underwear, slipping into the bed. You grabbed your phone off of the nightstand, and turned on random notifications, vibrated on, and placed it face up on your underwear, as it pleasured you. Your hands kneaded your breasts, imagining they were someone else's. Your thought pattern drifted back to Robbie, and how wonderfully his swimsuit hugged him, and when your brain remembered the water against his skin, dripping down his chest, and you opened your eyes, finding that you almost drowned your phone in your cum, the sheets almost ruined. 

“Shit.” you thought, because you had to clean up a lot of your juices from those sheets.

   The next day, you awoke refreshed, but late for both breakfast and lunch. Your friends told you that they heard you last night, scrubbing away on those floors. If only they knew why you were cleaning them so heavily… Rob spotted you, and ran over to you, tank top slipping and showing his nipples, and even though you’d seen them the day before, they still made you think back to the night before. 

“Hey there stranger. I was wondering where you were, I missed you this morning!” he said, hugging you full on, not even a side hug. You were shocked, but returned the hug, patting his back. You could’ve sworn you felt a small hum of content from him, but you kept that thought at the back of your head, only thinking of it as nothing special.

  You two spent most of the entire day together, and your friends had no problem with it, they were encouraging you to go and hang out with him, get to know someone different. He was always full of wonderful stories, gesticulating wildly, and chuckling at your reactions. The night fell, and as you two ate by the sea, he asked you a question, one which you weren’t expecting.

“I know you mentioned that you were busy, but do you happen to have anyone at home keeping your other parts satisfied?” he asked, cheeks tinted a cute pink.

“Oh, no, not at all. I’m very fucking single, the only thing taking care of my pussy is this hand, the vibrator on my phone, and occasionally my showerhead.” you replied, feeling your nippes grow erect at the talk of such intimate actions.

“You lookin’ for anyone?” he asked again, looking hopeful.

“Only if you are.” 

  Robert smirked at your reply, and went over to you, near the forest, where he kissed you, tenderly, lips pillow soft. You kissed back, hand reaching up to toy with the wet curls on his head, wrapping them around your finger. The two of you breathed together for that moment, but the tides took a turn as he pulled back. He looked you in the eyes, and nothing but lust remained in them. He slowly led you to the base of a tree, you taking the pants of dominance. 

   You kissed down his body, but not without asking for consent first. He confirmed, and your hands drifted down to his bulge., now impossibly hard. You kissed it, and he reacted wonderfully, moaning into the frosty night. You smiled, and pulled it down, grabbing his length, jacking it with your hand. You leaned forward and licked the tip, making sharp eye contact with him. You slipped it into your mouth, lips welcoming the new intrusion. You traveled to the bottom of his length, hairs tickling your nose. You hummed along his length, and almost pulling completely off of it, paying special attention to the tip. Your tongue went around it, remembering how he felt, so vulnerable in your control. His hands went down to your head, pushing it onto his length, and you let him do so, taking him whole once more. Your head began to bob on his length, and you looked up, only to find his eyes rolled back, mouth open. You tucked that memory away, and slid his length down your throat, moaning around it as a wind picked up, and it made the wetness dripping from you oh-so evident. His hands got more rough on your head, and he began thrusting into your mouth, making you gag, the feeling setting him off even more.

“Fuck, I’m getting close. D-deepthroat me again, please. Do something.” he begged, eyes opening just a crack.

  Your hands went down to his balls, and you slipped them into your mouth while his erection was pulsing there, ready to burst at any moment. And he did. He moaned into the night, for all of the creatures to hear, and you let his cum drip on your body, getting between your breasts, some dripping on the leaves below you. You gathered it all on a finger, and let it drip into your open mouth, tongue catching every last drop. He watched you intently, looking at a woman of pure sex and lust, like a goddess. You stood back up, and kissed his lips, leaving his own taste in his mouth. You kissed his hand once more, and walked away, hand already dipping into your pants, thinking of what you were going to do with Rob tomorrow.

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I Thought We Were Brothers Ch. 1: Wish I Could Relive Every Single Word

Summary: Marvin and Chase have a lot of unspoken grievances between each other and neither of them know what to do about it.

A/N: For Marvin’s birthday. Chapter title from the song “Brother” by Kodaline.

Chapters: 1, 2

Marvin knew he should say something. Anything at this point was better than the growing chasm opening up between him and several of the Septics. J.J and Henrik were civil on a good day but Chase was a different matter.

It started way before time travelers came came back with grim news, or Marvin first voiced the want to train Chase’s daughter in magic. It began with Robbie.

Sweet, innocent Robbie.

Marvin would never apologize or regret raising the young teen from the dead. He couldn’t.

The magician had looked the young man’s mother dead in the eyes and swore that he’d protect Robbie. Had sworn on his magic and own soul that he would do everything in his power to always bring him back to her alive. And Marvin had done just that, he wouldn’t have been able to live with himself if he hadn’t tried.

But that night had left Marvin and Chase on unspoken bad terms. Chase ceased trusting Marvin, had started drinking again, and then cleaned himself up a couple months after. The atmosphere, forever spoiled.

After the incident with the Suits, Marvin had ceased trusting Chase as well. Chase now had a part of Clubs forever buried in his soul, and it showed in little ways. His beard was getting trimmed instead of him just allowing it to go wild until he shaved it back. He’d gotten a gun, a real one, and was hiding it in his room in the base. None of the heroes tried to talk about it, but many of them knew it was there. The marksman sometimes made especially barbed jabs at Marvin when he was tired or too exhausted to keep his filter up. Then there was the matter of Dark.

Marvin had seen the look in Chase’s eyes whenever Damien was on the news. Chase was especially anxious whenever Marvin got near any of Dark’s kids. Even if those kids were King and Host. Dark was more willing to hold long conversations with Chase, and Chase had been caught by Marvin on more than one occasion texting Dark.

There was something growing between Dark and Chase and everyone was too busy walking on eggshells to confront either party about it.

Well Marvin was sick of watching his friend group tear itself apart. He needed to talk to Chase, before the guy did something stupid.

Marvin walked into the comms room. Chase was in there with Tommy and King.

“This job always as borin’[1] as shit?” Tommy asked.

King chuckled, “Yeah but so long as you’re listening to the feed you can be on your phone or work on stuff. Logan and Bing once built a transforming roomba from the ground up during a couple comms sessions. It’s why Logan likes to be in here, he gets his little side projects done.”

While King and Tommy were talking, Chase immediately noticed that Marvin had opened the door and was just staring at him.

“Hey Chase, can we talk?” Marvin asked.

“Logic, takin’[2] a smoke back,” Chase scoffed into the microphone and stood up, “King, yeh[3] have seniority, call us if anythin’[4] happens.”

“Yes, finally!” King smiled in joy and threw his arms up as Tommy groaned in annoyance, flopping back in his chair and rolling his eyes. “I got it!”

Without a word, Chase stepped out and quietly motioned for Marvin to follow him and took him out to the little smoking area. There Chase lit up a cigarette and took a deep lungful of nicotine laced smoke, before even acknowledging Marvin’s presence, “What do yeh[3] want?”

“I wanna talk,” Marvin reminded. “Why do yeh[3] think I followed yeh[3] out here yeh[3] bollocks[5]?”

Chase took a seat, “Fine, what yeh wanna go on about?”[6]

“Look, I know we don’t usually talk, but we need ta[7] talk about somethin’[8],” Marvin told him.

The marksman gave an amused chuckle, “Nah, we don’t have anythin’ ta talk about. Just go back ta yer books Marv.”[9]

“Yeh[3] hate me, so we got shite[10] ta[7] talk about,” Marvin told him.

“You murdered Stacy an’[11] the kids, ‘a[12] course I fookin’[13] hate yeh[3]!” Chase ripped the cigarette out of his mouth and stomped towards him.

Marvin flinched and Chase pulled away, “An’ sure yeh didn’t this time, but yeh did the other times, yeh did before they came back. Yeh set an entire city on fire, killed hundreds ‘a people. What am I supposed ta say ta yeh?”[14]

“I know,” Marvin called back, terror in his voice. “I know an’ don’t know what the fook was wrong with me ta brin’ me ta that point. That is hundreds ‘a thousands ‘a people who did nothin’ ta deserve the horror ‘a fookin’ burnin’ ta death!”[15]

“I don’t remember what was wrong with yeh[3],” Chase shot back, still angry. “I got stuck with that fooker’s[16] feelings, not his memories.”

The two of them fell quiet, the air nasty and injured between them.

Marvin felt like poison was bubbling in this throat. “The fook[17] happened ta[7] us?”

“Yer gonna have ta be specific,”[18] Chase asked curtly.

“I wanted ta[7] learn magic an’[11] hunt ghosts,” Marvin raked his hands down his face. “I didn’t want ta[7] save the world an’[11] deal with the fact I fooked[19] the future so bad it had ta[7] be fixed.”

“Yeah,” Chase frowned, before his phone went off. Chase pulled it out to see a text had shown up. It was Mori, in the water, near some tunnels with a fish in his mouth, the photo taken from the shoreline which meant Memento or Tempus had probably taken the picture.

The picture got a tiny breathy laugh from Chase, and a small smile. His kids seemed to be having fun, they didn’t seem to be getting into some big trouble. Yet, at least.

“They usually text yeh[3]?” Marvin asked, trying to make his tone sound less hostile.

“Yeah,” Chase’s expression turned bittersweet, he started texting Dark with an update. “Helps ta have a second pair ‘a eyes on ‘em. They tend ta slip out ‘a the Manor or the warehouses when Dark’s not watchin’. An’ that’s on a day when Wil doesn’t just sweep ‘em away an’ cause trouble with ‘em.”[20]

“Why are yeh in charge ‘a watchin’ ‘em?”[21] Marvin asked, completely confused. “Can’t those two just rise an’[11] repeat what they did with the other six? I mean if yeh[3] can handle raising six fookin’[13] demons in secret, three seem like no big deal.”

Chase paused, his fingers still. They were going to figure it out eventually. King already knew, he’d confided that in Chase already. “Cause[22] they’re mine, Marv.”

Marvin spent the next minute trying to figure out if Chase was joking, and then another minute trying to figure out how that was possible since they were demons and Chase was still human.

But a nagging feeling tickled the back of his head: was he still human?

Logan and the other Sides had been demons since the first moment he had met them and no one had been the wiser. Not even the Sides, and Marvin should have known. He should have taken one look at Virgil and more importantly Remus and known. Chase could be a demon, he could not know, and fly under every kind of test and radar known to magic itself. Hell, Patton and Roman still came up as humans for those tests.

“Do— Does uh,” Marvin floundered for an adequate response, because what the hell was he supposed to say to that! “Does Dark know?”

“Yeah, he’s the one who told me,” Chase was moving his cigarette back up to his lips. “Don’t know if he told the rest ‘a[12] his kids but they all know too. King said as much.”

“So what now?” Marvin asked.

Chase let out an ugly, contemptuous snort, “What about now?”

“Dark’s got yer[23] kids, is there another custody battle comin’[24] up?” Marvin winced at the memory of Chase’s last custody battle, one he had lost handedly.

“They’re Dark’s kids, he’s the most powerful bein’[25] in all Egoton, there’s nothin’[26] ta[7] fight against, Marv,” Chase dismissed, rolling his cigarette around in his mouth.

“Chase, no yeh can’t just roll o’er an’ just—”[27] Marvin spat.

“Calm yer[23] fookin’[13] tits, Marv,” Chase scoffed. “Dark an’[11] I have somethin’[8] set up. I see ‘em[28] more than I see my human kids.”

Marvin shoved his hands in his pockets, not sure what to do with them. “Okay, that’s good at least. So did yeh an’ Dark talk about stuff then. I know that the Clubs version ‘a yeh was with him in the future.”[29]

“I don’t have a future with Dark anymore,” Chase snarled. “He’s with Wil.”

“Wil cheats on him with practically the entire town,” Marvin reminded.

“I know!” Chase slammed his fist on the bench before raking his fingers down his face. “Yeh[3] think I haven’t noticed that bubblegum bastard perched on his arm, being the fookin’[13] shittiest arsehole[30] in the whole fookin’[13] world?”

Marvin opened his mouth but Chase turned and started on a tirade, “Dark is loyal ta[7] him. He fookin’[13] raised those kids almost by himself. An’[11] what does he get in return? The fooker[31] rips his heart out an’[11] leaves. It pisses me off.”

“I thought they said Wil died?” Marvin asked and all the momentum bled out of Chase’s system.

“Yeah he did,” Chase corrected himself. “Fook![17] I did it again.”

“Did what again?” Marvin asked.

“I say weird thin’s[32], I do weird thin’s[32],” Chase dismissed. “Yesterday I made like three different coffees, one fer me, one fer Eef, an’ another fer Dark. Crank wasn’t e’en in that day, an’ why the hell should I be makin’ a fookin’ coffee fer Dark? I was in the base.”[33]

“Wasn’t future yeh datin’ him or fookin’ him or somethin’?” Marvin asked.

“I think he was gonna[34] propose,” Chase admitted.

Marvin just stared at Chase, “What? How do yeh[3] know?”

“I caught myself lookin’[35] at rings,” Chase admitted. “Tryin’ ta find somethin’ that looks nice with red an’ blue. Not that it’s ‘a any use now.”[36]

“How much do yeh[3] remember or feel?” Marvin asked, coming closer and taking a seat next to Chase.

“I don’t have memories, just his feelin’s[37],” Chase frowned in thought. “Frustration, anger, love. Future me was so smitten with Dark that I know he was killin’ fer him. The weight ‘a my guns feel off now. Whene’er I look at Mori an’ Memento I feel so upset ‘cause they’re with Wil an’ they’re so big an’ it eats at me. Wilford fookin’ stole my kids an’ changed ‘em, an’ I’m supposed ta stand by an’ watch his aura keep changin’ ‘em.”[38]

“Have yeh tried talkin’ ta Dark about this?”[39] Marvin questioned.

“An’[11] tell him what?” Chase demanded. “That I fookin’[13] hate his guts an’[11] I wanna[40] take him out on a date ta[7] this nice curry place I saw on my last patrol at the same time. That I think his boyfriend is awful fer[41] him an’[11] I wanna[40] put a hollow point right between his fookin’[13] eyes?”

Marvin was trying to find some way to comfort or calm Chase down as he kept rambling. “Yah know maybe I should march my arse o’er ta his office an’ tell him that I hate wakin’ up in the morning. That when I wake up, I can’t stand it when my bed is fookin’ empty. That someone is supposed ta be in my bed with me an’ I just lay there fer hours ‘cause I can’t leave until he knows I’m there.”[42]

“Yeah, Marv, Dark would love that,” Chase laughed sadly. “Big, powerful mob boss would love some sad alcoholic who can barely hold himself together long enough ta[7] get out ‘a[12] bed in the mornin’[43]. That’ll really get his attention.”

“Well he must’a liked somethin’ ‘cause he was datin’ yeh,”[44] Marvin tried to offer.

“Wil was dead,” Chase reminded. “He’s alive an’ kickin’ now. Dark’s not gonna e’en look my way if Wil’s alive.”[45]

Marvin and Chase went quiet again. Unsure how to help either of them.

Fortunately for Marvin, he didn’t have to. King called them both back in. City hall wanted Average, Marvin, and Jackie to come in for a meeting.

Marvin saw the tense look in Chase’s eyes but he agreed and the two of them set off to meet Jackie at City Hall.

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Accessibility Translations:

1. boring

2. taking

3. you

4. anything

5. balls

6. Fine, what do you want to talk about?

7. to

8. something

9. Nah, we don’t have anything to talk about. Just go back to your books Marv.

10. shit

11. and

12. of

13. fucking

14. And sure you didn’t this time, but you did the other times, you did before they came back. You set an entire city on fire, killed hundreds of people. What am I supposed to say to you?

15. I know and don’t know what the fuck was wrong with me to bring me to that point. That is hundreds of thousands of people who did nothing to deserve the horror of fucking burning to death!

16. fucker’s

17. fuck

18. You’re going to have to be specific

19. fucked

20. Helps to have a second pair of eyes on them. They tend to slip out of the Manor or the warehouses when Dark’s not watching. And that’s on a day when Wil doesn’t just sweep them away and cause trouble with them.

21. Why are you in charge of watching them?

22. Because

23. your

24. coming

25. being

26. nothing

27. Chase, no you can’t just roll over and just—

28. them

29. Okay, that’s good at least. So did you and Dark talk about stuff then. I know that the Clubs version of you was with him in the future.

30. asshole

31. fucker

32. things

33. Yesterday I made like three different coffees, one for me, one for Eef, and another for Dark. Crank wasn’t even in that day, and why the hell should I be making a fucking coffee for Dark? I was in the base.

34. going to

35. looking

36. Trying to find something that looks nice with red and blue. Not that it’s of any use now.

37. feelings

38. Frustration, anger, love. Future me was so smitten with Dark that I know he was killing for him. The weight of my guns feel off now. Whenever I look at Mori and Memento I feel so upset because they’re with Wil and they’re so big and it eats at me. Wilford fucking stole my kids and changed them, and I’m supposed to stand by and watch his aura keep changing them.

39. Have you tried talking to Dark about this?

40. want to

41. for

42. You know maybe I should march my ass over to his office and tell him that I hate waking up in the morning. That when I wake up, I can’t stand it when my bed is fucking empty. That someone is supposed to be in my bed with me and I just lay there for hours because I can’t leave until he knows I’m there.

43. morning

44. Well he must have liked something because he was dating you

45. He’s alive and kicking now. Dark’s not going to even look my way if Wil’s alive.