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rvb-is-gay · 3 years

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ok so now that the final episode of rvb0 is out for everyone, lets get into some discussion about it! please note that post isnt a topic of debate but rather just my personal thoughts about everything, so dont go arguing in the replies

(fair warning ahead of time for any fans, this is mostly criticism and negative feelings about it, so keep scrolling if you dont wanna read it)

When RVB0 was first announced, I remember everyone was first upset that the Reds and Blues weren't in it, including me. But now that I've watched the whole thing, I can say with confidence that my only issue with RVB0 isn't the lack of the Reds and Blues, but rather everything. the dialogue, some of the animation, the characters, the delivery, the pacing, the ridiculous amount of clichés, etc. I don't dislike RVB0 just because there's no Reds and Blues. I dislike it because I just found the entirety of it bad.

When I first started watching it, I went in with an open mind that maybe this season could actually be really good. I’d also be lying if I said that there wasn't a single scene that I liked. There were actually a few, but they still didn't make up for just the overall badness of the season. But please note that I don't blame the voice actors for any of this or even just Torrian Crawford for the season coming out a giant mess. Many people worked for this season and always had the opportunity to improve or change things but didn't. But anyways, let’s get into some of the criticisms I have for this season.

1. Smaller and more opinion oriented criticisms

This isn’t really criticism or anything important, but rather just a few things I found a bit weird to me personally.

First, the term “ragtag team of misfits” was used to describe Shatter Squad (and was even actually said out loud by One in the last episode, which sounded just so cliché and dumb in my opinion). I don't think this describes them at all?? Everyone has, at the very least, decent relationships with each other (save for One and East who were competitive with each other (which I also fucking hate in RVB that all the girl characters are always competitive with each other)), but that still doesn't really fit the term ragtag) and they all fight very well. I think ragtag fits the Reds and Blues more than it does Shatter Squad; they're bad at fighting, they argue and fight all the time, they're idiots, and that's why we love them. If they had just stuck with “a team of misfits”, that would've made more sense, but again, this is more of a personal opinion than genuine criticism.

Second, I don’t really like the aesthetics this season had. Everything felt a bit too neon and bright and then some stuff just felt like it came straight out of World of Warcraft or something. It didn’t really feel like RVB.

Third, my feelings about Carolina constantly calling Wash David can be summed up by what Michael said in the first episode of Halo 4 LASO: “Now we’re just gonna throw his name around all willy nilly. It used to be a secret.” When someone is called by their real name in RVB or just any story in general where everyone goes by code names, it’s usually a big deal and indicates something serious. Carolina wore out Wash’s name the first time she said it and it just got more and more irritating from then on out and lost its value.

Fourth, who was the blue and purple soldier in the first teaser we got? Was that One? Did they decide to change her armour colour? I don’t know, I just randomly remembered that and thought it was weird but I guess it must’ve just been a colour change.

Now, onto the more serious criticism.

2. Animation and dialogue

The second thing I wanna talk about is the animation. Don't get me wrong, the fighting animation is probably the best compared to everything else and it was pretty good to watch, but the talking and idle animations and gestures were..... kinda yikes. I know that it could be chalked up to “well we’re not used to seeing animated gestures since all of RVB usually has everyone just holding their gun and using the regular Halo models” but there were still some pretty bad parts.

Take the scene from Encounter at 3:26 as an example (I uploaded the scene to YT to put here, but obviously it was blocked for copyright):

This scene is probably one of the worst when it comes to not only the animations, but the dialogue, pacing, and delivery. When I first saw this, I honestly laughed. Here's a list of my problems with this scene and what made it so laughable:

The overexaggerated hand gestures. I get that because everyone's in armour and a helmet, it can be hard to show expression, but this feels like a bit much. Especially when One says “what? You’re pulling us off the mission? You cant do that!” I think that one scene in season 15 when Grif stays behind on Iris while everyone leaves and it slowly zooms in on Simmons’ visor somehow does a lot better at expressing feelings than this.

East immediately making the connection between Axel and Zero feels weird. I don't know if its just me who feels this way, but I think it should've been a little bit longer before she immediately is just like “you know Zero don't you”

Axel saying “I... I do... I did” also sounds weird and like he was trying a bit too hard to sound dramatic. I don't really know how to describe it its just such a weird delivery of the line.

The way they all immediately start yelling at each other.

One saying “Axe, I trusted you” right after saying “tell us the truth”. Girl, you gave him no opportunity to explain and just immediately jumped to not trusting him anymore. Speaking of which, I don't think this was ever really mentioned again and had no meaning or importance to it.

The echoing of “I trusted you” also feels cliché to me, but this is more of a minor thing.

I think this one comment on one of the episodes on the RT site that says the dialogue “seemed acted rather than natural. It didn't really sound like how people normally talk, more how actors talk in plays” is how I feel about all of the dialogue in RVB0.

3. The villains

Zero and Diesel both felt like they didn't really have any motivation at all for being villains. Phase is probably the best when it comes to this. She was essentially abused by her father as a child and forced to undergo being experimented on. This is an actual good and understandable motivation.

Diesel we know basically nothing about, and then on the other hand, all Zero wants is power. But for what? Why? I can understand that power is a pretty common thing for people to want, but it still kind of felt like there wasn't really anything there.

Some previous good villains in RVB include:

Temple: Temple witnessed his best friend be brutally murdered right in front of him by 2 soldiers who didn't give a shit and just left him to die, especially right after he told him he was having a baby. Of course it’s understandable that he has a hatred of Freelancers after this. Any normal person would.

Felix: Felix was probably the best villain of all of RVB, to be honest (right beside the Director). He was just somehow so likeable and had so much personality, despite being an asshole. His ultimate motivation was money and being rich, which is another thing I can understand; the more money you have, the more you can essentially do whatever you want and live in luxury. I mean, even so many people in real life do horrible things just for money. I don't even have to give examples for this. Felix in general is also just a psychopath.

The Director: The whole reason the Director did what he did was because he lost the person he loved most in the world: his wife. He was willing to do literally anything to bring her back, leading to all of his actions in the Project Freelancer saga. You can find many examples of movie/TV/book/etc characters/villains seeking vengeance as a result of loss of a loved one and grief. Despite being a horrible person, the Director actually managed to be a villain you could even sympathize with, making him even better.

Sharkface: Although a bit of a more minor villain, similar to Temple, Sharkface is a villain because he wants revenge on the people that killed his team, the people he considered to be the only family he’s ever had.

4. Tucker & the swords

The fourth thing I wanna talk about is the whole thing with Tucker and the swords. I always found it kinda weird how both Tuckers sword and now Locus’ sword in the chorus trilogy were the same, but then in RVB0, Zero’s sword looks and acts completely different, but that might just be a little nitpick of mine.

As for Tucker, it was so good to see him. Although I don’t know if it was just me, but he seemed a little OOC. What I didn't like about seeing Tucker again was that he did literally nothing the entire episode. He was useless. He said “I can fight” at one point but then all he does during the battle is get held at knife point, run away, and then get stabbed and have his sword taken. Tucker isn't an amazing fighter, but he’s definitely a lot more capable than just this. We’ve seen him in action many times and I just feel like he could've done a bit more. It almost feels like he was purposefully nerfed and tossed aside just to advance the plot.

Another thing that I and probably a lot of people are upset about is the fact that Tucker might not even own his sword anymore?? When East stabbed him, he apparently died and the sword was rebound to Phase, but it wasn't very clear that this was the case. Although the beginning of the next episode starts with hospital beeps and a flatline, I don't think it was still really clear enough that Tucker actually died long enough for Phase to reclaim the sword because I saw a handful of people confused in the comments and, like me, even thought it was just bad writing at first and that the writers completely forgot about the rules of the sword established over several prior seasons.

When in the hospital, Wash tells Tucker that he almost died. Although I actually liked this scene because it was nice to see wash and tucker bantering again, I think it could've been made better and made the plot clearer if instead of saying he almost died, Wash said something along the lines of “Tucker, you died. Your heart stopped, but they were able to bring you back thanks to their advanced medical tech” and then in response Tucker freaks out because that means his sword will now work for Phase and now they know how urgent the situation is.

I really really hate that Phase just has Tucker’s sword now and nothing is even said about it. If Tucker was to give his sword away to someone, I think many people would prefer that it was at least someone close to him, like Junior for example, but instead it goes to a random girl he hardly knows.

5. Pacing

The fifth thing I wanna talk about is the pacing. This season was definitely a lot shorter than normal and I think that’s one of the things that really prevented it from being good. The entire story just feels rushed and while I understand that it can be really difficult to build a good story and characters in such a short time, I think there’s still ways you can do it without it feeling like there’s so much missing. I think the long intros and outros are also responsible for less time and maybe they should’ve considered cutting them to give more actual episode time. Here’s a few things that were poorly done as a result of bad pacing:

The final battle against Zero: The whole battle just somehow felt like a typical video game boss battle that ends super quickly to me. Shatter Squad didn’t even defeat Zero, he just up and got disintegrated or whatever from Black Lotus.

Shatter Squad giving up on their mission: After receiving the silly deep voice filtered message from Zero, everyone on Shatter Squad just immediately gives up on finding him.

One’s speech: One’s speech wasn’t awful or anything and I didn’t really have any problems with the speech itself, but rather just how quickly the team went from “we can’t do it.. it’s over..” to “you’re right! I’m in! Let’s go get them!” Compare this to Doc and Sarge’s speech to the Reds and Blues after Church and Carolina leave in season 10 episode 20. It just felt a lot more genuine (this is probably because the Reds and Blues had a lot more time to be developed, though) and was only given after some time passed rather than 2 seconds later. The scene and context also transitioned well into it and at first, nobody was on board with what Doc was saying, which is more realistic in my opinion. People’s minds won’t just instantly change, they’re still gonna think about it and maybe have a few doubts at first.

Phase and West: During their fight, West talked a lot about how he regrets giving Phase away to Starlight, that he won’t hurt her, and is even willing to die for her. Their scene together ends with Phase punching him in the head and then leaving to join the others and nothing else about them is mentioned. We don’t know if Phase forgave him or not, we don’t know how West feels, etc.

Tucker’s sword: Phase still has Tucker’s sword and like the scenario with West, nothing about it is mentioned. We don’t know what she’s going to do with it, if she’s going to keep it, if Tucker’s gonna do anything about it, etc.

6. Clichés

Clichés aren’t inherently bad and can be really impactful and good if done right. But when it comes to RVB0, it’s jampacked with clichés that aren’t good. Here are a few examples:

Everyone gives up until a speech is given: All of the points for this are the same as above, but I wanted to include this scene as a cliché as well.

Every female character is competitive with each other: RVB falls into this a lot, like I mentioned earlier. It happens again with East and One, although luckily they seem to resolve it, but not until literally the end of the season.

West’s fit about East: All of the lines and delivery in this scene were just atrocious and cheesy. I think West’s dialogue just could’ve been a bit more original, but instead we’re given this boring predictable “I won’t lay a hand on her. I promised her. I promised her mother. I promised she’d be safe” spiel that has no emotion to it in his voice.

The whole “I got this, you go ahead” thing: This isn’t like a super cliché thing, but I found it pretty interesting how it happens twice in the same episode.

I think this is pretty much all I can think of at the moment. If I think of anything else, I’ll add onto this. Overall, I think RVB0 would’ve done a lot better as just an RVB spinoff so that it could have more episodes and seasons dedicated to developing characters and a good plot. I’m really disappointed with this season and I hope whatever comes next is better than what RVB0 was. I hope the team that worked on it can learn a few things that come from the good and valid constructive criticism given to them. And if I had to pick, I think I’d say Raymond was my favourite out of all the new characters. He just felt the most relatable and realistic to me.

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moonbeambucky · 6 years

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The Price of Gold (Part 6)

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader Word Count: 3720 Warnings: Flashbacks with some heavy stuff (touching without consent, attempted sexual assault, drug use/being drugged, underage drinking), mention of cancer

Summary: As a sports journalist you’ve traveled the world interviewing famous athletes. You’ve loved your job up until you find out your next article is on the last person in the world you ever wanted to talk to, Lance Tucker.

A/N: This doesn’t follow The Bronze canon though some film details are mixed with real world events. Written for @green-eyeddragonfanfiction Dragon’s 3k Follower Creative Content Challenge. My prompt was “I can’t be in love with you!” gif source (x)

PART 5 | THE PRICE OF GOLD MASTERLIST

The following morning Lance asked to run a few errands alone, he didn’t say they were for his mother though he did mention your greeting and for a brief moment her eyes flashed with a joy he hadn’t seen in a very long time. It was a relief to see and hearing her say your name felt like he was pulled back to a time when you meant so much to him and Dorothy. It was nice while it lasted and just as quickly the memory faded, and real life needed his attention again.

The invitation was given for Lance to come to your hotel room when he was done to continue talking. His office space was unavailable for the next few days as the crew was working on transforming the unfinished area into two separate locker rooms so it wouldn’t be the best place to for conversation. Though your balcony was small it felt better sitting out there than inside your small room. From the small refrigerator you grabbed a few bottles of water– Fiji, not bothering the disgusting brand anymore– and placed them on the table.

You decided to wear casual clothes today, throwing on some jeans and choosing an olive green shirt over a blue that reminded you a little too much of Lance’s eyes. This is just business. Don’t get too close. You needed that reminder. Things with Lance were better yesterday but it doesn’t mean he’s forgiven.

He texted asking if you’d like him to bring lunch over which led to you joke about how you were always eating together. Shit was that too friendly? You were able to sleep better last night, parting ways on good terms but you felt like you should be mean. You argued with yourself over what to do until he responded with a laughing emoji, with tears in its eyes. What you said wasn’t that funny. Shit, this felt so weird; being friendly with each other was something that had been absent for so long but it was… nice you regretfully admitted. Screw it, your head hurts from all this, finally deciding that you’re not going to act in any way other than being yourself.

Less than an hour later you heard a knock at your door. It was a little strange inviting Lance into your hotel room but you pushed the thought aside and welcomed him in.

“Didn’t feel like getting dressed for work today?” he joked and you rolled your eyes, laughing at him.

He followed you to the balcony, handing over your lunch. It was comfortable outside with a surprisingly cool breeze blowing making the napkins fly off the table, the action easing the slightly awkward tension between you. Lance began to talk and you listened, occasionally setting your food aside to make some notes on your laptop.

“Maggie was acting like me,” he said, pausing to drink some water. “When I won my gold I had a bit of an ego.”

“You don’t say.” Lance’s eyes locked with yours for a brief moment and seeing the light dim in his eyes made your stomach twist with regret at your sarcastic comment.

“I’m not proud of that. I was a cocky little kid who got too much thrown into his lap… thought I could handle it.”

He explained how after Toronto Maggie thought she was too good for everything. She was rude to her other teammates, was skipping practice and going out a lot.

“I wanted to talk to her, give her one last shot since she was gonna be kicked off the team. That’s when she told me she was pregnant,” he said, looking disappointed as he reflected on the memory. “I was shocked to be honest.”

Lance spoke about Maggie’s mom Janice, who reminded him of his own mother. After his parent’s divorce Dorothy worked hard to provide for Lance, doing anything she could to make sure his dreams would come true.

“Maggie knew how much her mom struggled, a single woman, cleaning toilets and shit but she did everything for her, everything to support her and she fucked it all up by getting knocked up.” He shook his head. “Maggie tried to hide the pregnancy… didn’t want to lose her endorsements but that didn’t last. An unwed pregnant teen Olympian is not the image USA Gymnastics wanted to portray.”

“Seems pretty normal to me,” you interjected, thinking how common her situation was, minus the “Olympian” part.

“Maggie lost her deals, had blown the rest of her savings on garbage and her loser boyfriend. She didn’t think. She thought the money would always be there. That’s when she went to People magazine.”

You remembered the cover of Maggie, her hand across her swollen belly, her gold medal around her neck with the bold caption “My trainer is the father!”

“That fucking ruined my life!” he exclaimed. He grimaced thinking about it, the hurt worn on his face. “I did a lot of fucked up things,” he said as you shared an awkward glance, “but never like this. It opened the door for everything.”

Lance ran his hands through his hair. “There was nothing I could do until the kid was born,” he sighed.

Lance had asked for a paternity test before she gave birth but Maggie wouldn’t consent, wanting to milk her pregnancy for as long as she could, even using Lance’s request for more tabloid stories painting him as a “deadbeat dad.”

After that a lot of people came forward to accuse him, believing if he had an inappropriate relationship with Maggie then why not them? Girls claimed he had harassed them or touched them without consent. Lance may have been a douche but he wasn’t an idiot, he respected people and knew boundaries.

Most accusations were easily disproved, some of his accusers had never actually met him. “Except for Karen Otero,” he reflected. She was a former gymnast on the team who was very angry she was let go.

“She said I spiked her drink and raped her. I would never, EVER, do that!” he stressed, staring into your eyes.

You had just turned sixteen and your parents bought you your first cell phone. You loved that Nokia. You texted Lance, your boyfriend of three years (yes it finally happened, like everyone said it would), letting him know you were at Mike’s party. He was a friend of a friend of Lance’s, and checking the time on the dashboard Lance hoped he would be back in time to make it. He was heading back from an out of state competition which he won another gold medal for.

You were upset you couldn’t go, you rarely missed his competitions but since getting a part time job you found you couldn’t call out as easily as you hoped. It was a sacrifice you made, deciding that your perfect work attendance would be an excellent bargaining chip to use so you could take time off for the upcoming Junior Prom and Nationals next year.

Being at the house of a senior was a little intimidating. You knew a couple of people, some shared your lunch period, others you knew through Lance before he left to homeschool. You mingled throughout the house with a Smirnoff Ice in hand. You had only gotten drunk once before last year with your friend Christina. She took a bottle of rum from her parent’s liquor cabinet and stashed it along with a bottle of flat soda in the back of her closet. You drank it when you thought her parents were out, not realizing– because you were both extremely loud– that they had come home.

When they realized you were drunk her parents called yours to pick you up. Both of you ended up grounded for two months. Lance stopped by the next day but he couldn’t stay for long; your Dad kindly let him have a few minutes with you before your Mom came home.

Lance didn’t feel bad that you were grounded, he was always a bit of a goody two shoes growing up, but when you ran towards the bathroom to vomit he felt awful. He rushed to your side to hold back your hair, rubbing your back and bringing you some water. You stayed away from hard liquor ever since, experimenting here and there with beer but you didn’t really like it.

Christina was at the party with her boyfriend Dimitri so you said hello to them before making your way to watch a group playing beer pong.

A short guy named Jason came over saying hello to some people. “Hey Y/N, I see you’re out,” he said noticing the empty bottle you were still holding onto. “I’ll grab you another,” he offered. You were too preoccupied in a conversation with a girl named Shana you had gym with to notice the bottle he handed you was already opened.

Not long after Lance had pulled up to the house with blaring music. He’s greeted by a couple of friends outside, asking people if they’ve seen you, a little worried since you didn’t respond to his last text. Lance entered the house, making eye contact with Brendan Murphy, a guy on the varsity baseball team that gave you the creeps when you interviewed him for your school’s newspaper. Brendan ducked into a room and something told Lance to follow him.

Your body was buzzing, feeling the beat of the music pulsing through you, from the bottom of your toes to the top of your head. Your eyes were shut and you smiled, running your hands up and down your body. You wanted to move, to become part of the rhythm. You grabbed Jason’s hands, placing them on your hips, swaying to the sounds.

Any worries you had disappeared, any anxieties you felt were gone. You were bubbly and happy, you felt magical, like an ethereal goddess, a mythical figure. You were a mermaid, swimming in a sea of love.

Brendan entered the room as Jason grabbed the hem of your tank top, pulling it over your arms. You pulled his body closer to yours, desperate for contact. You felt more alive than you ever have and it was so mind blowing it didn’t feel real. You needed to reach out to someone, to touch them, to bring them into the world you felt.

Brendan came up behind you, running his hands over the cups of your bra, down your sides and over the curve of your ass. He then began to unbuckle his belt as Jason undid the button of your jeans.

“Get away from her!” Lance snarled.

Lunging forward he pushed Jason off of you and he fell to the ground. You stood there, giddy and excited to see Lance but you couldn’t climb through the fog to truly know what was going on.

Brendan threw a punch at Lance that landed on his jaw but it didn’t faze him. Tackling him to the ground, Lance delivered punch after punch to the pale boy’s face until his nose was bloodied.

“You fucking scumbags, what did you give her?” Lance screamed as he punched Brendan again.

“E,” Brendan coughed out, his pink face turning redder the longer Lance maintained the tight grip on his collar.

Jason got courageous and wrapped his arm around Lance’s neck and dragging him off his friend from behind. He didn’t anticipate Lance’s strength, quickly breaking free of the hold and knocking Jason out with a swift punch.

Lance rushed over to you, checking if you were hurt but truth be told you felt really good and he was starting to bring you down. You wanted to feel good, the music was calling you and you wanted to be surrounded by it again. You gently pushed Lance to the side, gliding towards the door, the light from the other room calling you to it before he caught your arm and pulled you back.

Lance felt the heat of your skin and saw the beads of sweat that pooled around your hairline. He tried to keep you in the room until he could find your shirt. Once he did he fought with you to get it on but you didn’t want it, it was too constricting, you wanted to be free to let the music touch you and flow through your body. He forced your tank top back on, lacing his arm through yours, dragging you out of the house to his car, pausing briefly to yell at Mike and tell him what Jason and Brendan did.

You were defiant with Lance, unbuckling your seatbelt because you wanted to be free. He did his best to drive safely while keeping you in the car, clenching his jaw with worry. For as carefree and happy you were feeling Lance was anxious and upset; this shouldn’t have happened to you.

A couple of his friends have tried ecstasy before so he knew the effects would dissipate in a few hours. Lance brought you back to his house, doing his best to get you inside quickly and quietly so you wouldn’t wake up the neighborhood, or worse, your parents who didn’t give you permission to go to any party. He knocked on the door of his mother’s bedroom, asking her for help as he explained what happened.

Dorothy had seen a recent news program on the dangers of ecstasy. “Get her some water and Gatorade now,” she said, taking you in Lance’s room. She bit her lip as she examined you quickly, seeing your pupils blown wide.

“Please don’t tell her parents,” Lance begged as he entered the room.

Dorothy urged you to drink and you did, unaware of the conversation she and Lance had.

“You’re sure they didn’t…” Dorothy implied assault, unable to picture you, the little girl she’s known for so long, being put in such a terrible situation.

“I’m sure,” he confirmed.

“Make sure she drinks these. If she’s still too warm or hyper, or anything else happens get me and we’re going to the hospital.”

Lance had brought you some food to eat but you weren’t hungry. Going through his drawers he pulled out a t-shirt and sweatpants for you to sleep in. You began to undress and he turned his back to you to give you privacy. He assumed you were finished when he heard you nuzzling yourself onto his mattress, the feel of his smooth comforter felt amazing against your skin. Your clothes were on the end of his bed, along with the sweatpants you didn’t put on.

He looked at them, wondering why they were on his bed and not your body. “Too hot,” you said, a content smile settling on your face as you sank into the soft mattress, wearing only his large t-shirt that went down to your thighs.

Lance grabbed your hands urging you to eat. You sat up, cupping his cheeks with your hands and pulling him in for a kiss. You were needy and wanting more, wanting everything from him, to feel his hands all over your body that burned and ached in the way that only he could ease.

“S-stop, stop,” he said, pulling away.

You’ve had your fair share of heavy makeout sessions before and hands may have begun to roam during them but that was it. You didn’t want to pressure yourselves, believing you would know when the right time was to go further.

“Not now, not like this Y/N. Please, please just eat something.”

You gave in, picking at a package of Pop-Tarts he brought in, getting crumbs all over the bed. Lance put the air conditioner on, keeping his room cool for you, dabbing your forehead with a wet washcloth and forcing you to drink more liquids. You made a few trips to the bathroom to pee in the few hours you stayed up and slowly but surely your body calmed down.

Lance pushed himself to stay up for as long as he could, making sure that you were safe. You weren’t just his girlfriend, you were his soulmate and he loved you. If anyone asked he would tell them he’s loved you since the first day he laid eyes on you, the girl with the bright red bow in her hair with a contagious laugh who asked if he could be her friend and he always would be.

Dorothy checked in on you both in the early morning, unable to sleep as she was up with worry all night. She slowly opened the door, finding Lance unchanged from the clothes she last saw him in, sleeping above the covers with your body curled against him and his arm protectively drawn over you.

You woke up the next day feeling awful. Your head felt heavy and in a fog. You smelled gross, like you ran for miles in the hot and humid sun without using deodorant. And now you were freezing, pulling the blanket up to cover your shoulders. You looked down and realized this wasn’t your blanket, nor was it your room. The large Britney Spears poster and various medals hanging on the wall informed you that you were in Lance’s room, though you don’t remember getting here.

Scrunching your eyes shut you took a deep breath and tried to remember what happened last night. You shot up, pulling your knees to your chest as fragments of the party came back to you. Lance walked in just as you were crying. He set aside the glass of orange juice he was bringing you and jumped by your side, wrapping his arms around your shaking body.

“I’m so sorry, Lance, I’m sorry. I’m so…” you bawled.

“Shhh, it’s okay Y/N,” he said, rocking you in his arms. He placed a kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering before he spoke, “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Through your tearful vision you looked up at Lance, seeing the streaks of his own tears down his cheeks. “If you weren’t there…” you began and he held you tighter.

“You’re okay Y/N. You’re okay,” he repeated.

You sat back to wipe your eyes, taking in deep breaths to calm your shaking body. You looked into his eyes, the rosy veins stretching across like cherry blossom stems, the blue of his eyes bright yet unsteady like a river. Concern was etched onto his face as he reached out to gently cup your cheek.

Pressing into his hand you closed your eyes, focusing on his touch and that’s when you felt it. You’ve said “I love you” plenty of times before but now you truly felt the impact of those words. The love Lance had was running through his veins, pumping in his body with every beat of his heart.

“I love you Lance,” you declared but it was more than that, you felt more than the three words could express. Staring into the eyes of the boy who was kind enough to be your friend, who later became the man you knew in your heart you would grow old with, warts and all; you were in love with Lance Tucker.

“I love you too Y/N,” he replied, pressing his lips to yours briefly and pulling you close to his chest.

You were both silent as you laid back on his bed, listening to the sound of his heart beating, savoring the moment together for as long as you could.

You changed back into your jeans, keeping Lance’s large t-shirt on as you went to the kitchen. Dorothy was making breakfast but dropped everything to wrap you into her arms. Lance offered to continue cooking in her place but she insisted she was almost done, plating eggs and toast along with sausage for everyone.

The conversation over breakfast was as awkward as one thinks it might be when you’re discussing being drugged. Lance held your hand, giving reassuring squeezes as you spoke about what it. In the end you decided not to say anything, feeling embarrassed enough that it happened though you understood it was not your fault.

Brendan and Jason were seniors and graduating in a few months. Lance had beat them both up pretty good which you hated to admit made you feel great, and they knew to stay away from both of you. You just wanted to forget them and let the school year end without all the drama that would come with telling on them. Lance never took advantage of you and he beat the shit out of those that tried and you never forgot it.

“I know,” you said, placing a firm hand over his, “I know you wouldn’t do that.”

Lance explained that the gymnastics committee suspended him pending the investigation. In the meanwhile all of his sponsors dropped him and once again he was on the cover of tabloids, with TMZ following him everywhere.

“Someone came forward, saying they heard Frank, Karen’s dad, talking about how they could get back at me– like it was my fault Karen got cut.” He paused to take a drink, his throat becoming increasingly scratchy. “I mean yeah, I made the decision but it wasn’t personal, we didn’t have a spot for her anymore.”

Lance stopped to clear his throat before continuing. “I never recovered from it. The reporters still hounded me even though I was cleared.” He cleared his throat once more, croaking out, “Then they went after my mom.” He looked up to you sorrowfully, tears brimming his eyes.

“She was getting a lot of phone calls harassing her for comments. People started following her when she left work. She got so flustered one day she panicked and backed into a car instead of driving forward. That didn’t help.” He braced his elbows on his thighs, his hands clasped together in front of his mouth.

“She was real stressed out, got bad headaches. Then I get a call from the neighbor saying she had a seizure.”

His shoulders were hunched over now, his body tensing as he continued. “Turns out, she uh…” He stopped to clear his throat again, struggling to speak, “The seizures, the headaches, even the car accident, it was all related t-to…”

You place your hand on his knee, feeling his trembling muscles underneath your touch. Tears escaped down his cheeks as he sighed, “My mom has cancer.”

PART 7

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Convergence: Nicktoons Drabbles #1 and TATD Random Headcanons # 4

So apparently, my crossover fic is threading dark territories soon and I felt the urge to write something light for once. So here it is! A collection of drabbles featuring the Nicktoons when they are not fighting maniacal supervillains or otherworldly vengeful spirits in their spare time. This will be a fused post of both series for now, and the next two posts will the separate the two.

Spoiler warning though, some of these drabbles can go either pre-C:TATD or post-C:TATD. So there might be moments of OOC among the heroes due to what they had been through in the crossover or unexpected characters that hadn’t debuted yet in the main fic.

Regardless, I’ll just continue anyway. Let’s start with the headcanons first, pre-C:TATD and Spongebob’s variant!

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Out of all the worlds the Nicktoons came from, everybody in the group agrees that Bikini Bottom is the safest out of all of them.

Retroville and Dimmsdale are constantly filled by accidents of either magical or scientific origins, Muckledunk and Petropolis are often terrorized by persistent racists and mad scientists and last but not least, Amity Park is infested by violent ghosts.

So everyone preferred hanging out together at Spongebob’s world, mostly at the Krusty Krab because of the delicious krabby patties. Even if it means having to use Jimmy’s Neutronic Air Gum to visit Bikini Bottom the rare few moments they managed to get in their free time.

While Dudley, Tucker, Cosmo and Bunsen loved the undersea burgers the most, Sam refused to eat them due to her being a vegetarian. Spongebob, who wants to make up for it, quickly cooked up a vegan variant of krabby patties called the Vegan Patty

To Sam’s surprise, she actually likes the Vegan Patty and she was very grateful to Spongebob for respecting and even catering to her tastes.

On the other side of the spectrum, Timmy, Chloe and Wanda were overworked to clean up the magical farts left behind by Cosmo’s overeating of Krabby Patties.

Poor Kitty also ended up being dragged into cleaning up Cosmo’s mess as well.

Meanwhile, Jimmy was at the corner pondering how on earth are steaming hot burgers that are edible to eat without being soggy are possible at all underwater.

Had Sandy been there (unfortunately, she was busy with her own stuff to hang out at the time), she would have sympathized with him because she has the same confusion about the peculiarity of the non-existent underwater physics.

Danny simply enjoyed watching the chaos unfold from afar, only stepping in when things get a little too far.

The Nicktoons meet Mr Eugene Krabs properly this time (This was Dudley, Kitty, Bunsen and Mikey’s first time. The rest met him during the Syndicate invasion)

While they were somewhat caught off-caught at how obsessive Mr Krabs tend to be with money, they managed to at least kept a friendly interaction with him but with Sam being the most grudging.

They decided to go out into Bikini Bottom.

Spongebob introduced everyone to his best friend Patrick. While Dudley, Cosmo and Bunsen were completely taken with him as fellow best buds, everyone else were not amused. Kitty was the most wary of him.

Timmy wondered out loud why they can’t just swim up in the open water and every sea folk in the near vicinity stared at him like he was crazy.

If there’s one thing that Jimmy and Timmy can agree on despite their bickering nature, is that the underwater physics of Spongebob’s world are way too confusing even by their standards.

Spongebob had offered them a suggestion of visiting Goo Lagoon, everyone was flabbergasted that underwater water lakes are even possible.

However, none of them were expecting Jimmy’s reaction at all. The boy genius simply heave a sigh of relief at the Goo Lagoon’s existence.

“Finally! Something that makes sense in this world! Brine pools are actually real in the other oceans of our worlds too. They form because of the high salinity content-”

“We get it, fudgehead.”

Another infamous argument between Jimmy and Timmy occurs, and everybody worked their asses off calming down the two boys. This is Spongebob’s day, not theirs.

They met Squidward along the way as well. While the Nicktoons were a bit put off and annoyed by his petty behaviour, they can’t deny feeling bad for him when they realize Squidward has been a victim of Spongebob and Patrick’s astonishing ignorance of personal boundaries.

Danny and Kitty made sure to keep Spongebob and Patrick in check if they went too far in bothering Squidward.

Squidward, although not expressing it, was inwardly glad that he’s surrounded by people with common sense.

They passed by the Chum Bucket, and a wary Plankton was observing them with binoculars. Danny, Jimmy and Kitty were the only ones to notice but decided not to call him out since Spongebob assured all of them that Plankton was not causing trouble for now.

By the time they left Bikini Bottom and back into their home worlds, the Nicktoons are left shocked at how drenched they are despite the fact they felt dry back in Spongebob’s world.

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Here’s the actual drabble at last! The Nicktoons are both equally disturbed and fascinated by the bizarre underwater physics and structure of Bikini Bottom.

“You know? I don’t think I could ever get used to this. It just doesn’t make a lick of sense,” Tucker gestured his hands at the open waters of Bikini Bottom.

“You said it, Tucker. How the heck are we standing on the floor and not floating in the air-water-thing, whatever!” Timmy ranted, throwing his hand up in the water.

“Be careful with you say, Timmy!” Wanda, in her goldfish form, turned to him with an admonishing tone, “We don’t need more fish people staring at us.”

“Yeah, Timmy!” Cosmo chimed in, “One of them kept giving us a stink-eye.”

“What, that old man-fish?” Timmy scoffed, “Like I care what he thinks. At least in my world, magic is the explanation for everything weird that happened there. Bikini Bottom has no magic!”

“You and me both, Timmy. You and me both,” Jimmy muttered loudly, walking alongside Timmy with his arms crossed as he glared at the sea-sky.

“Really?” Bunsen tilted his head curiously before smiling affirmatively as he skipped a step, “It’s not that bad though. At least we can walk here just like on land!”

Kitty shuddered, “Hate to break it to you, Bunsen but the fact that the seawater around us is not weighing down on our fur is a disturbing sensation,” the cat agent glanced to the side with half-lidded lime eyes, “... And to clear my case, look at Dudley.”

Said dog agent was standing on a sandy dune not far from them, jumping around in frenzy as soft grains of sand were sent flying slowly into the open waters. His paws were reaching out wildly, hoping as if he could swim out in the water above.

“Come on, come on!” Dudley hollered in pure frustration as he pulled his long ears, “Why can’t I swim!?”

“See, guys? Even he gets it,” Timmy fumed bitterly, huffing out an air bubble.

“Eh... I think I agree with Bunsen, Timmy. Bikini Bottom is kinda a nice place to hang out at,“ Danny smirked cockily as he floated above the buck-teethed boy and looking down at him, “Besides, do you know how great the water currents feel? They’re just like wind on land, except it’s more watery and it’s cool!”

“Says the superhero who can fly,” Timmy retorted back at the older boy with a twitching right eye.

Spongebob, who was piggybacking on Danny since the halfa offered the ride (it helps that the sea sponge was quite light), peered over his best friend’s shoulder and put on a wide cheerful smile.

“I never fly, or swam, this high up in Bikini Bottom before! And Danny’s right, being up here is so cool!!!” The sea sponge exclaimed happily and the unlikely duo laughed together as they flew around above the group, even going as far as to perform loops in the sea-sky.

Timmy groaned loudly, covering his face with both of his hands. Chloe, who had been quietly admiring the sight of the sea so far, decided to take pity on Timmy and patted his back comfortably.

“It’s okay, Timmy,” The perky blonde told him gently, “Maybe the science of this world doesn’t make sense but at least, we can enjoy the sight here! Ooh, look at the clouds, they’re shaped like flowers!”

“I’m more curious about the aquatic botany around here,” Sam commented bemusedly, observing the floating green kelp and polka-dotted coral near the walking path the Nicktoons were moving on, “It’s hard to believe that some of the plants here are just mimicking corals and not actual corals themselves.

“You’re not going ask if they’re edible or not, are you?” Tucker asked with wide eyes, a nauseous expression on his face.

“Uh, eww. No,” Sam raised an eyebrow in disbelief with an equally disgusted look, “Tucker, only specific types of seaweed and algae are safe for eating. If you don’t know that, I can’t imagine you camping in the wild.”

“Then you don’t see me going near the ocean back home because I’m fine staying home eating sea-I mean, meat,” jested Tucker, nearly stumbling on a taboo subject that the Nicktoons have no desire in discussing.

Dudley, who looked rather disappointed after failing to swim in the open waters of Spongebob’s world, mingled back in the group just in time to overhear the last few words of Tucker’s retort.

He and Kitty shot each other a panicked glance followed by a brief wary stare at the sea folk walking among them, before looking away in the opposite direction and whistled innocently.

“I wll lose my mind if we can actually lit a fire underwater,” Jimmy muttered.

“Sure, we can,” Came Patrick’s unexpected reply.

Everyone halted right in their tracks, all of them giving the blinking sea star varying stares of shock and disbelief. Even Danny was curious enough to float back near the group with Spongebob in tow to see what was going.

“You’re kidding,” came Tucker’s flabbergasted reply.

“You mean, we can?” Bunsen perked up, notably excited at the prospect.

“Yeah,” Patrick tilted his head in confusion, “Me, Spongebob and Squidward went camping that one time and we managed to make a fire.”

“Ugh,” Squidward, who was the least social of the group, grimaced, “Don’t remind me.”

“Oh, yeah!” Spongebob exclaimed as he clicked a finger, peering from above Danny’s head, “I remember that time. Boy, those were fun times!”

“Seriously? You can make fire underwater? For real?” Danny blinked his neon green eyes owlishly, “Wow, you don’t hear that in a spoken sentence everyday.”

Rubbing the back of his head, Spongebob sheepishly smiled, “Really? I don’t know what’s normal in making fire for land critters, but I’m sure we can ask Jimmy for an opinion. Right, Jimmy?” A brief silence, “... Uh, Jimmy?”

Every Nicktoon looked at said boy genius, whose entire body was shaking like a leaf and manic blue eyes twitching. Timmy and Chloe immediately backed several steps away from him as everyone went on guard.

“J-Jimmy?” Chloe asked nervously.

“Are you... feeling well?” Kitty furrowed her brow in concern.

“Oh, I’m just peachy,” Jimmy seethed through gritted teeth, his wide blue eyes kept twitching, “The mere idea that fire can be kindled underwater is absolutely a thing in the realm of possibility. How wonderful.”

“G-Guys....” Dudley stammered, “He’s doesn’t l-look okay...!”

The manic grin on Jimmy’s face grew wider, “Absolutely possible. Possible...!”

“That’s it, fudgehead has lost his head,” Timmy stared at his rival in wide-eyed horror, quickly grabbing his fairies in one arm while holding Chloe in the other, “Sorry, guys! But we’re heading straight to the Krusty Krab first, see yah!”

In a puff of air bubbles, Timmy was seen running for the hills with his fairies and Chloe in tow.

“What about you guys, huh?” Jimmy’s head twitched as he turned to the rest, “Care to kindle a fire with me underwater?”

Danny gulped before yelling, “Hey, don’t forget about us!” as he made the same decisions as Timmy by grabbing a rather shocked Sam and Tucker with both of his hands before flying towards said buck-teethed boy with a yelping Spongebob on his back.

“Don’t leave us behind!” Dudley squealed as he dumped both Kitty and Bunsen over his shoulders, “Dudley!” “Yay, free rides!”

The only ones left behind with Jimmy were Patrick and Squidward, in which the latter was slowly tip-toeing his way out of the scene.

“So, Patrick...?” Jimmy asked with a gritted smile.

“Yep!” Said sea star replied eagerly.

Clapping his hands hands together, Jimmy giggled, “Ready to prove your point?”

Patrick’s black eyes gleamed in excitement, “Sure! Let’s go find some wood and make a fire!”

The manic smile on Jimmy’s face grew wider, “Agreed.”

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“Spongebob?”

“Yeah, Timmy?”

“Fudgehead is going to kill your best friend.”

A massive gasp, “OH NO! We must sent a rescue team right away!”

“Too late about that, they’re already made a fire,” Squidward deadpanned, “Look outside.”

Danny’s dumbfounded voice echoed, “... Is that smoke? Is that even possible underwater?”

Timmy groaned, “I give up. Spongebob’s world does not make sense.”

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So yeah... Let’s just say, Jimmy and Patrick caused a lot of underwater fires, as oxymoronic as that sounds. Hope you enjoy reading this post!

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