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[unfortunate--moth]

I keep thinking Milgram is purgatory, and the inno/guilty votes are their fates of going to either the good or the bad place

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BUT HEY, THAT'S JUST A THEORY. A FILM THEORY.

- Milgranon

Milgram is so odd honestly. It feels like it could be that. I don't know how different the series is going to be from the novel about it, but I worry for the safety of all the guilty people. And also Es, very very worried about them. The way the prisoners talk about Milgram in the voice dramas always makes it feel so... eerie, almost. There's something so strange about it.

I've got a lot of not complete, very shaky theories. Some of them I believe more than others. It's just all very confusing and intriguing

[bumblingbabooshka]

One of the best Voyager scenes to indicate Tuvok & Neelix's dynamic and how I think Tuvok is just as if not more 'annoying'(positive) than Neelix is when Neelix pours Tuvok a fresh squeezed glass of a fruit juice blend and Tuvok's like (paraphrased) "I don't want to drink this." and Neelix is like "Can you please try it?" and Tuvok's like "I don't want to, you're really bad at this sort of thing. It's going to taste bad." and Neelix says that Ensign XYZ said she LOVED it, she even had a second glass! And Tuvok says Ensign XYZ could drink poison without a second thought and Neelix is like "Tuvok could you please just TRY it? Just try a little SIP of it PLEASE??" and Tuvok sighs and rolls his eyes and sniffs it before taking a sip and it turns out he loves it. Turns out it tasted good actually. And then after all that Neelix tries to talk to him over eggs (which he's again cooking fresh for him) and Tuvok tells him he doesn't wanna hear "the life history of his breakfast." Absolutely insufferable this man I would have burned his eggs on PURPOSE!!!!

[megxplryxb]

Someone to Save You

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mostly fluff, slight mention of death (Billy), mention of violence (evil Russians), no use of y/n, set in Season 3.

Notes: Short fic that’s been unfinished in my drafts for far too long and I got tired of seeing it sitting there judging me.

"I guess we're gonna have to find new jobs now huh?" Robin laughs anxiously, brows raised, eyes wide as she tries her best to lighten the mood while you both sit in the back of an ambulance watching on as Hawkins finest attempt to extinguish the flames currently engulfing what remains of the Starcourt mall. It was clear the two of you were still visibly shaken up, trying to come to terms with everything that had happened in the last twenty four hours and a part of you wondered if you were still tripping from the drugs you’d been injected with earlier because there was no way you had actually fought a monster like creature from another dimension back in the food court, let alone gotten kidnapped and held hostage by an army of Russian soldiers.

The sound of sirens echoing throughout the parking lot made you wince as your head pounded in agony from the beating you’d taken at the hands of the guards during their unsuccessful interrogation of yourself and Steve. Looking down to inspect yourself, you see your Scoops uniform covered in blood and vomit, your legs and arms covered in cuts and bruises and the bottom of your lip split wide open, making you wonder how the fuck you had actually managed to make it out in one piece.

It was only supposed to be for fun, trying to translate that stupid Russian code. Something to do to pass the time during your shifts at Scoops Ahoy, a form of entertainment in between having to serve bratty children and stuck up parents their ice cream. It wasn’t meant to end up with you and Steve being beaten to a bloody pulp or with the mall burning down and it certainly wasn’t meant to end with the death of Billy Hargrove. Unfortunately, there was much more going on beneath the surface of Hawkins, Indiana than you could have ever imagined and somehow you’d managed to get yourself directly caught in the crossfire.

"Yeah, it looks like it." You eventually mutter, not really listening to your friend as she rambles on about how the government was going to cover all of this up, long zoned out, too focused on your handsome coworker to care about any cover up story.

Your eyes had been glued to Steve Harrington since the paramedics helped him to another ambulance across the lot to get checked out. Dustin Henderson was standing by his side as always, refusing to leave his friend and hero alone. His face and presumably his body were badly battered after the punishment he had taken during your time in the Russian base, trying his best to protect you and keep you safe. Steve had pleaded with the guards to let you go, promising he’d tell them everything they wanted to know once they guaranteed your safety but you refused to abandon him and in the end, you both suffered the consequences until Robin, Erica and Dustin had come to your eventual rescue.

Watching Steve get knocked unconscious had absolutely terrified you. His lifeless body unresponsive on the floor as you screamed for him to wake up, to move, to do anything just to let you know he was alive. When he finally came to, you wrapped yourself around him, sobbing uncontrollably into his chest with relief when he mumbled that he was ‘ok’, even managing to tease you for being a blubbering mess over him when you always claimed to hate him.

It was true, you did hate him back in High School. Couldn’t stand him or his shitty friends and the way they believed they were actual fucking royalty. But then you graduated, hoping to forget the trauma of Hawkins High, got a job working in Scoops Ahoy and to your utter horror, Steve Harrington was behind the counter wearing a god damn sailor outfit that didn’t even fit him right. Of course, Robin tried to tell you that things were different now, that he wasn’t the same asshole from school. His ‘King’ title long relinquished and his trust fund completely confiscated and in your eyes, it was karma and karma was a bitch. Admittedly, you were also a bitch, refusing to believe he’d actually changed his ways, giving the cold shoulder, throwing a harsh comment whenever the opportunity presented itself. It’s not like he didn’t deserve it and Steve too gave just as good as he got, annoying you on a daily basis, ruining every possible chance you had of a date when someone tried to ask you out, spilling ice cream on your uniform and just making a total nuisance of himself around you.

It’s only when his Dad arrived into the parlour one evening to collect him that you really felt sorry for Steve. His BMW had been in the garage and his Dad walked in, tossing him some clothes to change into before he left the mall, not wanting anyone to see his son “looking like an idiot”. You don’t know why seeing Steve being ridiculed and humiliated by his own Father mad you angry but it did. You could still remember the look on Steve’s face when it happened and a part of you wanted to defend him, to pull him into you and hug him but that would have been weird back then. So you decided to give him a break after that night, finally getting to know him after a longer than usual shift, both of you stuck cleaning up after a birthday party and you realised Robin was right. He had changed. He was kind and sweet and somehow he had six kids who absolutely adored him and the longer you were around him, you couldn’t help but start to adore him too.

“It’s okay to admit that you care about him, y’know?” Robin whispers, nudging your shoulder, shaking you from your thoughts of Steve. “Dingus is a good guy and it’s pretty obvious he cares a lot about you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Robin.” You laugh dismissively, trying to avoid the conversation completely because maybe you weren’t fully ready to admit your feelings to yourself yet.

“Oh please! You know exactly what I’m talking about. You’re totally into each other.” She states but you shake your head defensively, hoping it was too dark for her to see the tints of pink on your cheeks.

“No, it’s not like that. I mean, Steve could barely stand to be around me a couple of weeks ago. There’s no way he has actual feelings for me.” You assert but it does little to dissuade Robin who’s had a front row seat to your constant bickering over the last couple of months and while it seemed like you both truly despised each other at the beginning, it became clear to her that you and Steve were hiding behind your real feelings and the last few days only made it all the more obvious.

“Come on, I’ve seen the way he looks at you, the way he gets totally jealous every time Jason Carver comes in to flirt with you. He tries to act like he doesn’t care but his face gives him away every time. Not to mention how happy he was when you fell asleep on his shoulder in that damn elevator, poor guy couldn’t stop gazing at you.” She chuckles as Erica walks towards you both.

“You’re talking about Harrington right? Dustin said he’s totally in love with you and since I’ve spent the last twenty four hours stuck with your insane asses, I’m inclined to agree with him.” The younger Sinclair smirks, folding her arms. You try your best to ignore them both, reverting your gaze back towards the direction of Steve who’s already looking right at you. Dustin is pointing your way, speaking passionately and although you can’t hear what he’s saying, you assume it’s about you because Steve quickly slaps his hand away before rolling his eyes at the younger boy.

“See?” Robin nudges you again. “He keeps looking over here. Just go talk to him, please? Put us all out of our misery.” She begs, giving you puppy dog eyes as Erica whistles at Dustin to call him over, giving him a small thumbs up as he grins widely and starts to make his way over.

“Why do I feel like I’ve just been set up?” You grit your teeth, glaring at your friends.

“Maybe because you have been.” Robin smiles sweetly, shoving you forward as you begin to walk towards Steve. Your stomach twists as you get closer to the boy, hoping you don’t look as anxious as you feel. If everyone else could tell you had feelings for him, wasn’t it likely he knew too?

“If you came over here to tell me I look like shit, you're too late, Henderson already beat you to it.” Steve jokes, looking at you through his one good eye, the other badly swollen as he holds an ice pack to his face, wincing a little from the cool contact.

“Relax Harrington, you’re still annoyingly pretty. I just wanted to make sure you were doing ok.” You say, taking a seat beside him on the edge of the ambulance as he scoots over for you. "Besides, it’s not like I can talk right now, I'm sure I don’t look much better.” You sigh as he scans the injuries on your face, hating himself for getting you caught up in all of this mess.

“Nah, don’t worry. You’re still beautiful .” He smirks, his bruised face still achingly gorgeous in the night sky as you both lock eyes, sitting in silence for a moment before you finally remember to breathe.

Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington had just called you beautiful. You— the girl he once claimed to hate. The girl that used to drive him utterly insane in High School. Shit, in the few short months you’ve worked in Scoops Ahoy with Steve, you’ve heard him use many terms when talking about other girls, ‘hot’ ‘cute’ ‘pretty’ but he’d never used the word beautiful. Did he really think you were beautiful?

“I think you’re still high, Steve.” You blush, placing a strand of hair behind your ear as he shakes his head.

“No. For the first time in a while, I think I’m seeing things pretty clearly actually.” He affirms, too confidently for a guy who looks like he’s just gone ten rounds with Muhammad Ali.

“I’m not sure how that’s possible when you can’t see out of one eye right now but okay.” You giggle and he laughs with you.

“Come on, you know what I mean.” He playfully bumps your shoulder to grab your focus. His caramel eyes moving to your lips before looking back at you again and suddenly there’s a familiar tension in the air between you that you’ve refused to acknowledge before.

“Do I?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper as you take the ice pack from him, holding it to the side of his face soothingly.

“God I hope so.” He breathes out, lifting his hand to cover yours. You can sense that he’s nervous and you almost want to laugh at how insane this all seems. The thought of Steve Harrington being nervous because of you would have been comical a couple of months ago but here you are, wanting nothing more than for him to kiss you stupid.

“I’m really fucking sorry for getting you guys mixed up in all of this.” He mutters, a guilty look across his face as he lowers his head.

“Hey, no. None of this is your fault Steve. Nobody could have known what was going to happen.” You try to comfort him but he can’t help feel slightly responsible.

“No, I should have known the reason those Russian’s came to Hawkins. I should have known that thing was back. God I’m so stupid!” He spits with anger in his voice, throwing his head back.

“You’re not stupid Steve.” You say softly, gently placing your hand on his thigh.

“Come on honey, you can say it, s’not like I don’t already know.” He half laughs and you hate that he thinks of himself that way, that he thinks you think of him that way.

“I don’t think that Steve, I never thought that. An asshole? Yes. Selfish? Hell yes. But not stupid, never stupid and after actually getting to know you—the real you and not the person you pretended to be in High School, I can safely say I was wrong about who I thought you were.” You admit, finally finding the courage to reach for his hand and intertwining your fingers with his.

“Oh yeah? What changed your mind hmm?” He asks, grinning as he turns his body fully towards you, rubbing his thumb over the delicate skin of your knuckles.

“I’m not sure really, maybe seeing how good of a babysitter you are, how protective you are of all your kids. That might have had a little something to do with it.” You tease as he chuckles with you. “Only a little huh?”

“Well, it might also have something to do with you saving my life. Trying to sacrifice yourself so they’d let me go. That was really brave Steve.” You whisper, trying to stop yourself from getting choked up.

“And it was really stupid of you to refuse.” Steve replies, immediately wiping away the tear he can see trailing down your cheek.

“Hey, if we go down, then we go down together. That’s the Scoops Ahoy! policy remember?” You remind him as he shakes his head at you, cupping your face, caressing the apples of your cheeks. “I don’t know what I’d have done if something bad happened to you. Every time they touched you, every time they even looked at you— god I wanted to fucking kill them.”

“Careful Harrington, it almost sounds like you care about me.” You breathe out, hypnotised by his full pink lips as you realise they’re inching incredibly closer to yours.

“Shit honey, what gave it away?” He smirks at you, finally closing the space between you as his lips gently meet yours in a warm embrace. You can hear the wolf whistles from across the lot, both of you laughing into the kiss as your friends cheer you on and you can’t help feel like a kid playing spin the bottle for the first time.

You eventually break apart when the medic coughs awkwardly, mortified that he’s had to stumble across a make out session as you both try your best to hide your embarrassment, your cheeks flushing bright red.

“Alright Mr Harrington, from what I can see, it looks like you’ve got a bit of a concussion there. I know you mentioned your parents are currently out of town so I think it might be best if we keep you in overnight at the hospital tonight.” The man says as you watch Steve sigh heavily.

“I’m sure I’ll be ok by myself, I’m not really the biggest fan of hospitals sir.” He admits, swallowing hard and you can’t help but be mad at his parents for once again being absent when he needed them.

“I’m really not comfortable with you being alone tonight Mr Harrington, I’d rather you come—“

“He won’t be alone. He can come stay with me, I’ll look after him.” You interrupt, taking Steve’s hand in yours, squeezing it reassuringly. His head turns to you immediately, eyes glossy and mouth open in awe of your kindness, he feels like his heart is going to explode.

“Are, are you sure?” He mumbles, blushing as you kiss him on the cheek.

“Of course I’m sure, I owe you for saving my life. Maybe it’s time, you let someone save you.”

[khaylin27]

Fresh Out The Slammer

pairing: oscar piastri x norris reader; lando norris x sister reader; talks about carlos sainz x norris reader (past relationship)

series: the tortured poets department

synopsis: 'fresh out the slammer,' slammer meaning jail. y/n looks back at her old relationship with carlos sainz as if it was like being in prison. she's finally escaped and found love with oscar piastri.

warnings: ptsd; the media being horrible

author's note: I'M IN LOVE WITH THIS!!! hope y'all like it 🥺

Another summer taking cover, rolling thunder He don't understand me Splintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitter He was with her in dreams

You wake up distraught and sweaty in the middle of a hot Australian summer night. It was because of a dream you had about Carlos with the whores you would see him with.

"Are you okay honey?" Oscar mumbles. He notices the state that you were in, it was like you were struck by thunder. "Let me get you water."

Oscar turns on the lamp by his bedside to then go to the kitchen you get you a glass of water. Once Oscar comes back to give you the water, he gives you a minute before asking the question. "What's wrong honey?"

"I ... had a dream about Carlos," you take a deep breath and continue talking. "It felt so real. I felt like I was back with Carlos and seeing him with whores while I was alone splintered back in winter. I remember I would eat my dinners in silence and be bitter that Carlos was with girls while I was alone."

Oscar can tell it was still hard for you to talk about your past relationship with Carlos, you did spend 3 years with him. "I don't think I will fully understand or feel what you went through with your relationship with Carlos. My past relationships have been short term. But I will always be here to listen and comfort you." He hugs you so that you two can cuddle back in bed.

"Thank you for always being there even when you don't understand." You lightly kiss him and fall back to sleep. Slowly you were breaking free from the slammer of the trauma you had with your past relationship and healing with the love of your life.

Years of labor, locks and ceilings In the shade of how he was feeling But it's gonna be alright, I did my time

The 2024 season started back up at the beginning of March at the Bahrain Grand Prix. You were excited to be back in paddock to support your brother and your boyfriend. They had both left early in the morning to start practicing for qualifying.

Once you got into the paddock, you see the Ferrari garage and remember the years of labor, locks, and ceilings you went through with Carlos and Ferrari. It was always in the shade of how Carlos was feeling, Ferrari red.

As you walk past the Ferrari garage to get to McLaren garage, you hear a voice that was familiar to you. "Y/N!" It was Alexandra.

"Oh my god! Hi, Alex." You both hug. One of the things you actually miss from Ferrari was your friendship with Alex.

"How are you? It's been so long!" She exclaimed. "The last time we saw each other, it was a bad time." Last time you saw Alex was at your failed wedding with Carlos.

"I've genuinely been doing good." You smile sympathetic to Alex. "I'm happier than the last time we saw each other. How are you and Charles?"

"We're doing amazing!" She says happily. "We're having a baby boy soon."

Your eyes widen at what Alex had spilled. "You're having a baby!"

"Oh not an actual baby," she giggles. "We're getting our baby dachshund in a few weeks."

"Oh my god! That's so exciting! You need to post pictures of him as soon as you get him." You exclaim to Alex about the puppy her and Charles were getting soon.

Speaking about Charles, he comes up and Alex with none other than Carlos with him. This will be the first time seeing each other physically. "Hi, Y/N. How are you?" Charles asks.

"I'm doing very well. Alex was telling me you guys are getting baby dachshund in a few weeks." You notice that Carlos was staring at you while you were talking to Charles. You just ignore him and pay attention to your conversation with Alex and Charles.

Alex tells Charles about what she said about the baby dachshund. "We're excited about starting our family by adding Leo." Charles smiles while talking about his baby dachshund. "But one day, we'll start our own human family."

'I'm happy for you guys for starting a family." You smile at them. "I've always wanted to start a family of my own. Right Carlos?" You ask him since he was listen to the conversation as well. He was too stunned to speak.

While you were waiting for Carlos to respond, two drivers wearing papaya colored race suits join the conversation. "What are we talking about?" Lando asks.

"We were talking about Charles and Alexandra starting a family by them getting a dog." Carlos says completely ignoring your question. He notices Oscar back hugging you while you're listening to the conversation.

"I'm getting a nephew! I thought Y/N would give me on before you Charles." Lando says jokingly to the group. Everyone except for Carlos laughs at Lando's joke.

"One day we'll give you a nephew or niece mate." Oscar says to the group then looks at you. "Let me put a ring on her finger and get tied to her first before that." You smile at what Oscar says.

Even though you did your time, it was going to be alright for you. You found the one.

Camera flashes, welcome bashes Get the matches, toss the ashes off the ledge As I said in my letters, now that I know better I will never lose my baby again

Tonight was the race of Saudi Arabian Grand Prix. News got out that Carlos would not be racing since he had to get his appendix removed. You and the rest of the McLaren team sent your sympathies to the Sainz family by sending them flowers and letters wishing him to get better.

As you scan your vip paddock pass through the gates, a bunch of cameras flashed at you with reporters asking you questions. "Y/N is it true that you were happy that Carlos wouldn't be able to race tonight? That he was finally getting his karma for the way he treated you."

"That's a ridiculous and disgusting question ma'am." You says to her in disgust as she points the mic to you. "What type of person would wish evil on a person? Even though Mr. Sainz and I aren't in a relationship, I would never wish evil on him. Earlier today, the McLaren team members and I wrote letters and sent flowers wishing Mr. Sainz and his family to have a smooth and speedy recovery. Get your facts straight next time and have a good rest of your night ma'am." You say your final thoughts and leave to go to the McLaren garage.

You see Oscar waiting for you, "You were really strong out there honey. You spoke nothing but the truth." He says and kisses your temple.

"You're not mad at me for speaking about him, baby?" You ask him.

"No because I know who you are and what your intentions are. That's what I love about you." He smiles at you and you both go into the garage so he can get ready for the night race.

If you were in your previous relationship, he would've got mad at you for speaking to the media. But now you know that you'll never lose your baby again.

****

f1news Carlos Sainz’s ex fiancé, Y/N Norris, speaks out to a interviewer about her feelings towards Sainz getting his appendix removed. Norris, silencing the rumors that she's happy her ex fiancé isn't racing at the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix, states "Even though Mr. Sainz and I aren't in a relationship, I would never wish evil on him. Earlier today, the McLaren team members and I wrote letters and sent flowers wishing Mr. Sainz and his family to have a smooth and speedy recovery."

Oscar Piastri, Norris' current boyfriend and brother's McLaren teammate, states in an interview after receiving 4th place at the race, "Y/N is the strongest and most compassionate woman I've ever known. It's disgusting that the media asked her if she was happy Carlos was in the hospital. She would never wish evil on him even though she went through the slammer in her relationship with him."

user1 @yourinstagram is so classy. i would’ve wished evil for the man who put me through hell

user2 THE AUDACITY THE INTERVIEWER HAD TO ASK Y/N THAT QUESTION

user3 @oscarpiastri is a keeper @yourinstagram 🥹

user4 @oscarpiastri speaks so highly of @yourinstagram HE’S SO IN LOVE 😭🥺

****

Now, pretty baby, I'm running  To the house where you still wait up, and that porch light gleams To the one who says I'm the girl of his American dreams

After the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix, you and Oscar decided to take a small vacation at Oscar's family home the week before his home race. From there you finally got to meet his parents and his three sisters.

You guys were outside on the porch with the light gleams roasting marshmallows at the camp fire. "Oscar, you need to stop hanging out with Logan because his American traditions are rubbing off on you." One of Oscar's sisters jokingly says in front of the family.

"Well isn't this what American families do? Roast marshmallows in the summer on the pouch. It's a plus that I have the girl of my American dreams." Oscar looks at you smiling.

"You're not even American baby." You laugh at what Oscar said in front of everyone.

And no matter what I've done, it wouldn't matter anyway Ain't no way I'm gonna screw up now that I know what's at stake Here, at the park where we used to sit on children's swings Wearing imaginary rings

But it's gonna be alright, I did my time

Once the rest of Oscar's family went inside the house, Oscar decided to take you to the park near his house. You guys sit down on children's swings talking about the past and future.

"Thank you baby for loving me." You say grateful that you found love again. "Even if I went through a lot."

"Loving you is easy honey. I know you've been through a lot but what matters now is us and our future." He gets off of his swing and drops one knee down in front of you. Your eyes start tearing up. "Y/N these past few months have been nothing but bliss. There's no way I'm screwing up now that I know what's at stake. You have my whole heart."

"Y/N will you marry me?"

You stand up and say happily, "Yes baby. Forever and always."

After years of going through the slammer, you were going to be alright at the end.

Now, pretty baby, I'm running back home to you Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to (Fresh out the slammer, oh)

yourinstagram now, pretty baby, i'm running back home to you @oscarpiastri 💍🩵

oscarpiastri i'll always be by your side no matter what 🩶

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landonorris THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!! MY FAVS ARE GETTING MARRIED!!!

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oscarpiastri you're stuck with me forever @landonorris landonorris i like that yourinstagram excuse me @landonorris he's my FIANCÉ not yours 😒

mclaren congrats @yourinstagram and @oscarpiastri happy for you guys 🥹🧡

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yourinstagram papaya by blood, now papaya through marriage 💍🧡 liked by mclaren

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f1news FRESH OUT THE SLAMMER: Oscar Piastri and Y/N Norris arrive at the Australian Grand Prix after announcing engagement on social media. Congratulations @yourinstagram and @oscarpiastri

user1 I BET CARLOS IS CRYING IN HIS ROOM RN

user2 I'm so happy for my parents 🥹

user3 After years of Y/N being unhappy in her relationship with Carlos, she's finally out of the slammer. She's thriving and now engaged with Oscar!!! 😆

user4 thank you carlos for breaking my girl's heart so that she can be happier without you

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[delewlew]

i'll kick your ass, verstappen: max verstappen x black fem! reader

request: HEYYYYYYY could you do a max x fem reader when he gets jealous really bad over one of your male friends please. Love your stories keep going 🤍🤍

warnings: jealousy, slight swearing, google translated dutch

author's note: i hope you like this, i lowkey fried my brain trying to make sure i was confident enough to post this...still trying to convince myself. also the title isn't as cute cuz my gradient thingie wasn't working so it'll be plain...sorry bout that. as always, reblogs and comments are always appreciated as well <3

you were in second grade when you met your best friend, nikolaas, after he moved to your school. you were assigned to be his class buddy to help him get comfortable at the new school. the two of you attended the same school all the up to university so you weren't ever really apart from one another. the two of you learned to swim and ride bikes together as little kids. he was there when you went on your first date with the cute guy in your calculus class at the ice rink near your home, and he was there to take you to the hospital when you broke your ankle right after. you were there to help him learn to slow dance before he went to his first formal dance with a girl that wasn't you. he was there to teach you how to walk in that pair of So Kate's you bought without realizing maybe there was a reason nobody but zendaya dared to wear those godforsaken heels. you were there to coach him through confessing his feelings to his first boyfriend. the two of you had experienced so much of your lives beside one another that your relationship wasn't shaken when it was time to move away from home. years passed and he was a professional model travelling the world while you were working as an architect, living in monaco.

since living in monaco you'd been promoted, moved to a nicer apartment, completed a huge project with your team, and met your boyfriend. you met max at an event you'd been invited to courtesy of your own personal connections. from the moment he laid eyes on you, he knew you there was something different about you from other women he's met in the past. that night, you both exchanged numbers and he'd convinced you to go on a date with him shortly after.

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for the first time since you'd moved to monaco, your best friend had finally been able to take time to come visit you. he'd flown in two days ago and was staying at your apartment for a bit longer before flying out to korea for some event he was invited to. you sat on your bed and he sat across from you painting a fresh coat of nail polish over his nails since the ocean water chipped it off earlier today. his hand shook slightly as he painted his fingers and your voice cut through the silence, "nikko i swear to god if you get black nail polish on my bed i'll kill you." he looked up through his long, thick, black eyelashes and muttered, "je bent letterlijk de meest dramatische persoon die ik ooit heb ontmoet." you rolled your eyes and huffed, "whatever you love me and you know it." he cracked a smile through the focused glare he held while looking at his fingers, "yeah yeah...speaking of love, how's your man?" [you're literally the most dramatic person i've ever met]

you smiled at the thought of max and answered, "he's really good. the season has treated him well for the most part and he's happy with how things are. we're going back home for his next race so i'm excited i'll be able to see both of our families, and i'm gonna try to stop by your place to see your mom if she's there." he shook his head while keeping his eyes on his nails, "m'ma is in suriname until september because she's visiting granm'ma and granp'pa." your frowned and asked, "were you supposed to go home with her?" nikko nodded and shrugged, "it's alright though, i think i'll be able to make it down there for christmas so it's fine. plus you can see her in september when she comes back." a smile tugged on his lips and he continued, "that is if you want to come see me walk at new york, paris, milan, or london fashion week this year." you nearly tackled him into a hug and screeched, "NO FUCKING WAY- NIKKO?! YOU BOOKED ALL FOUR?!" he laughed and wrapped his arm around you in a hug, "yup i'm booked and busy this year!"

you immediately promised, "i'm going to be at every single show." your best friend nodded, "already reserved your tickets for everything." there was a beat of silence before he asked, "wait isn't max still racing in september- i don't want to make you miss those especially because you missed miami for the met gala with me." this was true, you'd flown to new york city to be nikko's plus one for the met gala but max told you he didn't mind and was happy you were going. without a second thought, only thinking of how exciting this was for your best friend, you waved off his worry, "it'll be fine. besides max likes you."

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"i don't fucking like this guy." max huffed as he scrolled though his instagram because you posted something. he looked at his screen and clenched his jaw seeing the post you'd made with your best friend.

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therealyn baby's first time in monaco <3

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nikko i wish i could stay longer :(

⤷ therealyn don't forget me when ur famous

sza cuties

⤷ therealyn omg i love you

username1 why is he so close?

⤷ username2 they've been friends since they were 7 and nikko moved to the netherlands from suriname. y/n was his first friend and they've grown up together. don't try to start something out of nothing.

⤷ username3 GET EM SIS

⤷ username4 ngl i kinda see what username1 means...if you look back at some other posts they've made with each other they're way closer than i'd consider to be best friends. i mean i personally wouldn't be that close with my guy bsf knowing i have a man.

⤷ username4 that man is a walking pride flag be so fr rn

⤷ username1 im just saying he's a little close to her. plus she's already missed a race so she can go see him, and i guarantee you she'll do the same again when fashion week comes around.

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reading the comments didn't ease max's mind whatsoever but he did catch a few that did make him realize that maybe you were just being a supportive best friend. he'd had friends go to things to support him in the past and he's done the same for them so why does he feel so...weird when you do the same? he'd managed brush off the feelings he had until he checked your story and clicked on the post you'd shared:

nikko

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nikko but none of them will ever love you the way i do it's me and you

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therealyn and as the years go by our friendship will never die

kendalljenner beauties

username6 ...why is he holding her like that.

⤷ username7 i think they're together? i always saw their posts together and assumed

⤷ username8 NO THEY'RE NOT TOGETHER THEY'RE BEST FRIENDS PLS DON'T START RUMORS SHE IS DATING MAX VERSTAPPEN

username9 this look a little....

username10 yall are so weird. literally every interaction nikko has with a girl looks like this, look it up and you'll see he's holding everyone's hand, wrapping their arms around them. it's just how he is pipe down.

username11 THE CAPTION? NIKOLAAS UR BOLD FOR THAT ONE

username12 ngl i kinda wanna see them as a couple

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max fought to control his facial expressions when you called him excited to tell him about going to support nikko at the big 4 fashion weeks. he watched as your eyes sparkled, "he's already reserved the seat in my name at all of his shows too! this is so great he's always wanted to walk in these shows and now he's got the chance. i want september to already be here." max frowned at the mention of the month, "schat- i'm still racing in september though?" you explained, "well yeah it's just singapore and azerbaijan that i'll have to miss but i'll be at the rest." max bit the inside of his cheek, "didn't you already see him walk in new york back in may? you missed miami for it remember?" you smiled, "babe that was the met gala, that was different. this is actual fashion shows not a red carpet."

when max was still silent you asked, "why don't you seem happy doe nikko?" he took a small exhale to not raise his voice or seem too annoyed, "it's good for the guy i mean this is a big deal as a model. i just...sometimes i think he's just a little too close?" you frowned and you asked, "what do you mean? you've never had a problem with him before?" max sighed and admitted, "i'm just saying there's no reason why other people should be questioning our relationship status when you're with other people. why is he holding you like i hold you?" you couldn't even find the right words for a moment, "i- i- he....max you've seen the way he acts around everyone. he's a touchy guy and he always has been. why are you now bothered that he holds me? it's nothing new."

max let out another annoyed huff and snapped, "just tell him to watch himself." you couldn't even say anything before he hung up the phone on you and left you stunned to a silence. just then your phone pinged and it was another instagram notification:

nikko just posted a story!

there wasn't even a point in trying to ask nikolaas to delete the story because he was on a flight to korea right now which means he just posted it before the plane took off. so all you had to do was hope maybe max wouldn't see it because although you had no issue with the photo, you knew right now your boyfriend would.

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the instagram story made it's way to his eyes in less than 5 minutes after it was posted. so, max didn't hesitate to open his own photo gallery and select a few pictures before posting them himself, he pasted a caption from the ones you'd saved in his notes and posted it before turning off his phone.

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therealyn answer your phone

username13 HE'S MAD HE SEEN THE POSTS

username14 max....

charles_leclerc mate, you posted on your main

⤷ maxverstappen1 i know.

⤷ charlesleclerc oh!

oscarpiastri i feel like i wasn't supposed to see some of these

⤷alex_albon i don't think any of us were...

⤷ therealyn you werent.

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hot tears stung the corners of your eyes as you stared at your phone knowing full well why max posted the photos he did. you knew that he got jealous every now and again but he'd never done anything like this, especially when it came to nikolaas because he knew how close he was to you. max wasn't answering your phone calls or text messages so you had no way to actually call him.

meanwhile max was in his apartment on his sim when he heard a knock at his door. when he opened it he saw lando standing on his doorstep before he pushed his way into his apartment. max asked, "why are you in my apartment?" lando shook his head and countered, "why are you posting shit like this online?" a smug grin tugged at max's lips and he answered, "you know why."

lando sat on max's couch and responded, "i don't know why. what i do know is your girlfriend called me crying asking me why you weren't answering her calls." max huffed, "she's busy playing with that guy." lando ran a hand through his curls, "you're jealous of her best fucking friend? are you being serious right now?" max rolled his eyes and lando continued, "the guy wears nail polish and face glitter and you think something is going on between them?" when there was silence lando continued, "mate he literally flirted with charles and asked for his number when he came to zandvoort last year. then told alex that she had good taste because he wanted to quote 'drink him up and sop up the rest with a biscuit. and you think there's any way that something is happening with y/n? you can be jealous but if your girlfriend says there's no reason to worry then you should trust her. you need to fix this before something actually happens that can't be fixed." lando slapped max on the shoulder before walking out the door and heading back to his apartment.

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it was nearly 3 am when max unlocked the front door to your apartment and slipped in quietly, kicking off his shoes and leaving them by your front door. he pulled back the door and grabbed one of his t shirts and took off his pants before climbing in your bed. he pulled you closer to him and wrapped his arm around your torso. when you moved his arm off of you he knew you were awake so he mumbled, "schat..." you answered plainly, "wat wil je, max?" your boyfriend pressed a kiss to your shoulder and responded, "i'm sorry. i was wrong and i was immature and posting those pictures knowing you had them in our private folder was wrong." there was a momentary silence before you asked, "waarom heb je het dan gedaan?" he let out a deep sigh as he admitted, "i was jealous and only thinking about myself in the moment instead of thinking about how my actions would affect you as well. i never want to hurt you or be the reason for your pain, but i was so i'm sorry." [what do you want, max? // then, why did you do it?]

you felt his hand run over your arm gently as you asked, "wat ga je doen om het te repareren?" max answered, "well i deleted the post first and came here to apologize second. also i'd love to see you go to london, paris, new york, and milan to support nikko in september. i'll be waiting at home for you the minute you get back." you turned to face him and opened your eyes, finding his gaze in the darkness. bringing your hand to his cheek you asked, "i never want you to think that anyone stands a chance at competing with you for my heart, maxie. you are my person and i only love you this way, i only want to be with you. there's only you in my heart and i need you to trust me when i say that, okay?" max leaned into your touch and nodded, before you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, "i love you." he pulled you to his chest and tangled his legs with yours as he replied, "ik houd ook van jou." you nuzzled closer to him and brought a hand to his chest, tracing small patterns over his heart. both of you began to drift off to sleep, your voice cut through the silence, "but do that shit again and i'm kicking your ass, verstappen." max let out a small chuckle and admitted, "i don't doubt that, but you don't have to worry about it happening again." [what are you going to do to fix it?//i love you too.]

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the end.

[kurosstuff]

could you do 🍯 3 with girl dick lute?

Of course~ decided to do it like the last one in a way? Demon x angel plot♡♡ but it's a different plot is- execution day still though(cause I don't think she'd go to hell for anything else)

Warning(s): demon x angel, unprotected sex, girl dick lute, tail and horns thing, wing stuff? Idk, mating season(both of yours) afab reader, mating. Heat/ruts(mating season) , Lute is MEAN(but also praising you♡)

Didn't say if you wanted fem reader so I did gn reade

Gp! Lute x GN!demon reader

There are a lot of things you hated about hell. One of the biggest things? Was mating season. All demons go through with it- it's a normal thing. Considering sinners now have animal tributes, it's just something you'll have to deal with. No matter what you are- for some it's easier to handle and deal with.

But the beginning of it is the worst. It's like you've never BEEN in one before.

Panting you hid in the abandoned building, looking around, tail curled, tucking nervously. Its like God himself hated you the most. As if waiting to laugh in your face considering its execution day.

And your being hunted.

The flapping of wings nearby made you duck to hide, but you were too late something hit your side, making you fly to the side looking back. You saw her. A executioner staring you down.

Just your fucking luck. It's the leaders second in command. Lute.

"He-hey-" waving backing up, ignoring how she snarled stalking towards you as she found her prey. Her victim. "Been a while, huh lute?' Swallowing the last time you ran into her. You somehow out ran her.

Ever since? Her sights have been on you.

"Yeah. After you humiliated me. A sinner outrunning me? You got lucky" she snarled out swiping her sword to the side the blood on it flhong around.

It was fresh.

And, of course, your big mouth had to just speak. "Yeah, six times, is it?" Cursing yourself for uttering that. How she stopped and stared snarling wings fluttering flapping. You really did it now.

You pissed her off more.

Yelping, you turned rushing off. "NO NO IM SORRY LUTE SHIT-" you screamed out, racing into the first room you could find stumbling into it. A dead end. Seriously? Who the fuck sleeps in a room with no windows? Sighing, you turned barley missed the swipe of the sword from lute as she attempted to kill you.

With her being silent? You knew you really fucked up. Hearing her snarling and..panting? You turned, kicking her back roughly. "Sorry!" You couldn't help but call out as she luckily? Landed on the bed. Turning around she on her back she groaned taking a moment-

Taking the time with her on her back, you pounced on her, holding her down. "Stop! I- I don't wanna fight!" As she squirmed, trying to buck you off, making you whine unaware she's trying to stop you from feeling her shame. Her guilt for feeling like this in this situation.

Gasping finally feeling something poking your thigh smirking, you grind against her waist slowly, making her moan snarling up at you. "y-your mating season is here too?" Whining softly as she grabbed your waist roughly bucking up into your hips, panting heavily

"Yeah~" she whined softly, getting harder at the reveal. "fuck~ you fought me on your mating day? Did you want to get fucked?" She snarled out allowing you to reach up taking her mask off biting her lip kissing you deeply flipping you onto your back

Gasping ypu flushed looking up at her "i- I had to! Had no choice it comes when it wants!" You panted out on instinct, almost submitting to her looking away feeling guilty. By the smirk on her

You knew she saw-

"Guess there's only one thing to do, no?" She purred out, grinding against you, leaning to take her shirt off "we fuck of course. We're both on our mating season? Why not?" She hummed answering for you when you didn't reply "I'm gonna ask you once. Do you want this" She huffed out

Gently rubbing your waist wasn't what you expected from her, but here she was, waiting for you to think ignoring her instincts. "Yes. I... I want this" humming in approval she kissed you leaning back to strip you using her sword - "wha- I- my shirt!" You huffed flushed seeing her roll her eyes

"Take my jacket after. Ok?" Grunting leaning back, pulling her pants down- pulling her hard cock out already leaking pumping herself slowly groaning softly "fuck~" moving close testing rubbing her tip on your entrance smirking

"Wait, wait! You're too big!" You gasped moaning at the sheer length of her- making her hum rubbing herself on your entrance, grinding against you moaning against your neck leaning back "you- will you even fit-?"

"I'll go slow" at first- left unsaid not fully answering- grinding more on you covering her cock in your slick she hummed "it won't hurt slipping in. Your to deep in your heat you'd already pooling of yourself." She Grunting slowly pushing into you moaning loudly "fuck~ your tight~"

"Oh- oh god~" you sobbed out, spreading your legs more, feeling her push in more stretching you fully "too much~" moaning loudly under her tail thumping whining more when she reached gently taking your tail making you gasping loudly slipped under her

"You were just crying for my attention sweetheart~ now your begging me to stop? You sure that's what you want~?" She hummed, moaning, pounding into you, gasping."fuck~ getting even tighter for me~ fucking rutting against me before no~? Now you want me to stop" Leaning back rubbing your tail, watching you squirm more under her gently pinching it making you sob moaning drawing a loud whine

"No~" you begged out, sobbing under her kissing her deeply sobbing out her name, making her smirk pinching your tail, causing you to gasp whining lewdly

"That's my good pet~" she purred, shoving Into you fully moaning loudly eagerly fucking you into the bed panting heavily "thank God there was a bed here no?" Kissing along your neck hearing the purrs mixed with your moans "fuck you like this~? Being fucked by your greater?" She moaned out gasping leaning up pulling you by your horns to show your neck more- forcing you into submission for her "that's a good pet~" panting heavily pounding rougher into you flushed darkly

Whining loudly wrapping your legs around her waist, yanking her deeper into her, fully submitting to her "oh fuck please~ c-claim me~" you sobbed out holding her close watching her wings flap in approval. Puffing in a way to show off- like a dance of sorts "oh please~?"

Humming biting your neck roughly "claim you? You want to be my mate?' She growled out pounding rougher holding the bed- your sobs moaning for her, making her hum "your tail sensitive or something?" Rubbing it making you nod sobbing out

"It- its a courting thing ~ like like- sensitive makes them want to be mated-" You choked out arching your back into her at her unrelenting pace "horns and tails make- make demons horny at the touch If not careful~" flushed at her smirk as she tugged at your tail once more

"Guess I'll take you as mine then, huh? My pet?" Pounding roughly leaning close biting at your neck,"making you my mate~? Mine?" Purring out moaning heavily holding their waist roughly claiming you as hers.

She didn't care for the consequences(she does but she's so lost in her rut to acknowledge it) that she does do it. She bites down roughly "my mate ~ my sinner~" she snarled out her cock twitching deep inside you moaning heavily feeling you tighten around her moaning her name out smirking she hummed "yeah you like that? Like being claimed?" Groaning "fuck~ go ahead cum for me my pet~"

Sobbing our nodding, releasing around her clinging to her feeling her pound deeper shoving fully into you cumming deep inside with a loud moan snarling into your neck claiming you from the inside as well "fuck~" Sobbing out panting heavily rocking up into her feeling yourself gush onto the bed from them "n-need more~" you gasped out sobbing out for her

"Fuck~ yeah?" Pounding into you against groaning, twitching deep inside you,"want more? Fill you up more~?" Kissing you deeply relishing in the moans and cries you let out for her "fuck~ doing so fucking good what a good whore I have huh?" Snarling against your lips wings puffing up expanding fully flapping happily showing off smug

"Yes fuck yes~" you sobbed out moaning arching your back cumming around her cock again sobbing from the overestimating from the unrelenting pounding- the roughness from her "oh please~ please~" Sobbing out loudly

Groaning "this- is this the last time~ go-got to go-" hearing the alarm go off for her to come back snarling loudly pounding roughly into you- shoving fully into you so lost in her rut she couldn't hold back cumming deep inside you once more moaning loudly rocking into you slowly before slowly gently pulling out watching you gush of her. Feeling smug- possessive she properly mated you.

Made you hers.

Humming, she reached up, plucking a feather from her wing, putting it on your chest "wear it. Make it a necklace" putting a claim physically on you. "Accept my mateship by putting it on~?" Purring out kissing you gently moving to get dressed quickly putting her jacket on you rubbing your twitching legs

After a moment, she fled. Flying away without a goodbye(she hoped to see you again) humming, she smiled happily, hopping it all would end well for you both.

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But all acts. Have consequences. Mating a demon as an angel? Would have a consequence

[nevieatiny]

Loveleaf Town

Seonghwa x reader

Summary: You thought playing animal crossing with your boyfriend would be a cute experience, however you forgot that is Park SeongHwa who we're talking about, a maniac who will never let you hear the end of it after finding out about your little secret

Word count: 1,148

Genre: Pure fluff

author's note: Hi, for those who are not that familiar with animal crossing, a treasure island is a completely flat island that is filled with dropped items that you can take for free, you can only access this type of islands if you have a nintendo online subscription so some people consider this "cheating"

btw, if you play animal crossing let's be friends and visit each others island <3

Mi nintendo friend code is: SW-6709-7599-7760

and the dream address of my island is : DA-3239-5826-9743

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"why would you put a tree in there" he watched the screen while eating a bag of pop corn and putting his long legs on top of you

"park seonghwa i swear to god, if you keep questioning my design decisions i'll break up with you" at this point he just stared at you while furrowing his brows "you cannot take constructive criticism for sure" this time you pinched the skin of his leg between your fingers, only getting a high pitched yelp in response "i don't go to your ugly island to tell you what to do" "hey, what do you mean ugly?!"

and that's how your live has been lately after finally buying your own nintendo switch, yeah maybe he insisted a little, but after playing animal crossing on your boyfriend's console for a while you got exited to have your own island (and maybe making him cry on mario kart) but Park Seonghwa took this game way too seriously, his island had a perfectly symmetrical street, post lamps perfectly placed, he even had a mini mart and all the colors of the island combined perfectly, on the other hand your island was not as planned as his, some streets ended in weird ways, all the houses were decorated with different colors because for you it had to match with the villagers personality, there were flowers of different colors everywhere and blank spaces due to your lack of planning skills, but you were happy with your little island.

Now, on the other side "i'm just trying to help you, just look, that space is empty, you could make a little pound in there" "it's going to be an arcade" you couldn't see his face because if you did you will smack him for sure this time, but you could imagine due to the groan he let out "y/n, it's like a 4x4 space, how are you gonna fit an arcade in there?" "i'll figure out"

you managed to make him quiet for a few minutes after asking him to bring you a bowl of pop corn as well, he silently watched you re-decorate your room for a while, that's something he usually did, just watched you play as if it was the most fascinating thing on the world, you thought it was cute, after you purchased the game he insisted on connecting it to the tv so he could watch you play for the first time, and ever since that moment he would just seat with you on the couch to play, sometimes he would bring his own console to visit each other's islands or just to play together, you both agreed to just play animal crossing to be on good terms after you almost ripped each others heads playing overcooked the first time, if you thought that Gordon Ramsay was bad, you should meet chef Park Seonghwa.

"wait a minute" oh no, here it comes " that's a seasonal item, how do you have that?" you knew this moment would come sooner o later, maybe you should've tried to be a little bit more modest with your decorations "... are you cheating?" you dropped the controller on the couch while trying to reach his hand "i can explain" he just moved the bowl out of his way, moving his hand away from yours "no, save it, i can't even look at you right now" and after that he stood up, his head hanging low while heading to the bed room "seonghwa wait " you grabbed his arm, forcing him to face you, but he just avoided your gaze, you love this man but sometimes he took situations to a whole new level of drama "no, you're disgusting, i don't want to see you". this time he covered his face with his free hand fake crying "ok, that was too much" "was it?, im sorry love" immediately after that he gave you a soft kiss while grabbing your free hand "but you're still a cheater tho" you rolled your eyes after hearing that, letting your head hang backwards as a child would do while being scolded "hey don't roll your eyes at me" carefully he grabbed your chin to face him "it's just that i don't want to wait for the store items to change every day, i wanted to have cute things" "yes love, but that's part of the game, building your island little by little" this man and his stupid rules " that's boring tho" "don't ever say that again or I will break up with you"

After convincing him of how treasure islands were just a complement of your hard work (and agreeing to wash the dishes after dinner) he asked you on a "date" on his island, grabbing his own console he sat beside you again all giggly and happy "wait, you're not gonna wear that to our date right?" Park seonghwa you're lucky you're handsome and great in bed "what's wrong with my outfit?" you asked, looking at him directly and tilting your head to the side "it's just... y/n you're wearing socks with slippers and a pink safety glasses" yeah maybe it wasn't the most flattering but in your defense you were wearing comfortable clothes to be on your island "please go and change before coming to my island" "ahhh, ok, but i though you would love me no matter how i look" after he picked an outfit for you himself and making a few remarks of how cute your clothes was because it was all "stolen" from a treasure island, you returned to the airport to finally visit him.

He first gave you a tour (again) of his island, showing you the new outside cinema he builded after the last time you payed him a visit, he constantly had to ask you to follow him to show you around because you kept running away, once he got you to sit at the cafe he so well decorated he started to pretend to be a barista to make you a drink, this man was just a little girl playing with barbies a this point "i have a gift for you" you said while dropping an item to the floor " thanks love, i love this flowers, specially because i saw you taking it from my garden" even after that he changed to equip the flower and put it in his hair "ok, this is the real gift" your rolled your eyes, dropping the construction set, when you saw it you immediately thought of your boyfriend "it's not a Lego set, but it kinda looks like one" he seemed genuinely happy with his little gift "awww, thanks love, I feel like when thieves steal jewelry for their girlfriends" "Give it back" he just laughed, kissing the top or your head "actually, i want to build a Lego room so... how do treasure islands work?"

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UPTADE

Hi! thank you for all the love and support, currently i'm working on the next chapter of "Chasing shadows in water" but i've been having ideas here and there for short scenarios like this one in the meantime, believe it or not this man is not my main bias hahahahah

But anyways thank you for all the love you gave to "Mrs. Park?" and i'll continue to write to give you something to read and entertain yourself as i do while reading the work of other authors on this platform.

[sunflowerandstrawberryspice]

CARMEN SANDIEGO? In 2024? It's more likely thank you think! Please excuse the shit quality for some reason I wasn't allowed to upload the normal pdf and I had to upload a fucking screenshot???

So my friend convinced me to watch Carmen Sandiego and since he's watching ALL of Ninjago for me I thought it was the least I could do to watch four season of a show with a pretty decent concept but uh... yeesh, don't get me wrong the show is really fun but lord have mercy does it have problems especially the last two seasons which were just so wildly disappointing to me. It went from a show with an interesting look on morals to pure pro-cop and mostly black and white thinking so quick (that not mentioning the breaking up a found family full of people with abandonment issues) it was honestly just so disappointing so me and the friend who introduced it to me decided to rewrite it! (I will not be animating nor do I plan on doing more than MAYBE a comic or art piece here and there because my chronic pain ridden ass can not handle that much lol)

The main goals are to:

1) Flesh out characters that aren't Carmen and actually give them reactions based on their lived experiences and how they might realistically react instead of what the show needed to move the plot along

2) Having characters other than Carmen be actually relevant to the plot the main one being Chase Devineaux who we're gonna kind of have as a parallel to Carmen (trust me yall) as kind of a "What if Carmen didn't have her friends/family to ground her and fall back on" but for all the Chase fans out there (gods I hope there's some other than me) he will be getting a happy ending but bro is getting put through the RINGER first

3) Have both A.C.M.E (now standing for Administration for Containing and Monitoring Evil) and V.I.L.E be the bad guys. Also just as an extra bit of fun we're making VILE a full blown cult, they were very cult like in the show so we're just gonna make it one. Both are going to be very morally questionable and while it'll take a bit longer for ACME to show it's true colors don't you worry they definitely will ;)

4) We're doing canonical lgbtq+ rep, I know the show teased a lot of relationships and really only gave yall background gays not to say thats bad but we can do better than just a brief shot of a damn taco truck. I mean like come on in a story about a young woman going against the government for the greater good why not put some rep into it ya know!

5) We're making it light sci-fi, not like SUPER high tech but definitely beyond what we've got currently, as shown with Carmen's prosthetic, and don't worry I'm doing my research as a disabled person I know how it feels to be misrepresented or ignored so I want to make sure I'm being realistic

6) PLAYER ISN'T GOING TO BE A CHILD! I don't know if this bothered anybody else but to me it was really weird that this 16 year old's only friends were in their 20s!

Alright I think that's what I'm gonna say for now, I'd love it if yall tuned in for updates if your curious since this is a passion project for me and my friend and we're having a blast writing it!

As always I am still working on stuff for Ninjago cause I could never abandon my one true love, currently there's a Pixal drawing in progress (it's giving me hell T-T) something for Cole and Geo, and something of Sora MAYBE even Euphrasia if I'm feeling up to it.

Having said that I hope yall have a great day/night and PEACE OUT!

[asimp4bee]

HIVE THE LONG POST I BEG OF YOU

Okay you asked for this, we're gonna be here for a while 💀

This is a continuation of this post!

5. Megatron (MTMTE/LL)

I love his design and I'm a sucker for reformed antagonists/villains. Also him in this specific artstyle makes me feel things <\\33

6. TFP Arcee

MOTHER. Her voice, God her voice. I love her. I would smooch her and kiss her hand.

7. TF:E Elita-One

MOTHER PT.2. It's a crime we hardly get much content involving Elita in shows/movies. I love her design in TFE sm :(( hope we get more of her in season 2

8. TF:E Megatron

Again, I'm a sucker for reformed antagonists/villains. Also his design in Earthspark is gorgeous. The way interacts with Twitch :(( my heart, I love him, he's so sweet.

9. TF:E Soundwave

MF IS THE DEFINITION OF HOURGLASS. HIS HIPS LORD— Ahem.

10. TFP Ratchet

I love him. I love fictional grumpy old men. Especially if they're giant alien robots. There's a lot I love about Ratchet's character in TFP and I love him :((

11. RiD 2015 Windblade

MOTHER PT.3. I love her voice. I love her design. Her colors UGHHHH kissing her hand and treating her right mm-hmm.

12. Ultra Magnus (MTMTE/LL)

I love Magnus so so much. I love his design, I love his personality, HES JUST SO UGH. And him in this artstyle also makes me feel things <33

13. TFP Optimus

I love him. He deserves everything, deserves the world 😭 i just wanna be held by him and vice versa. He deserves sm love and smooches

14. TFP Ultra Magnus

Same thing as MTMTE Magnus <33

15. Knightverse Optimus

I love him sm. He deserves everything and the way he kept blaming himself in the movie??? GOD I JUST WANTED TO HUG HIM SO BAD. I love him :(((

Okay and that's pretty much all of them <333 (I think-)

[genericpuff]

The Extended Mishandling of LO's S3 Midseason Finale Premiere

Alright, so I had mentioned leading up to the release of the newest LO episode that my feelings regarding LO returning were pretty "meh". Not hyped, but not completely back of mind either. Just sort of a weird calm before the storm type feeling that could go either way.

I'm glad I got to have that moment of calmness because good god, this episode was an absolute shitshow. And honestly, I'm not surprised, for several reasons:

Rachel has never been good at maintaining a buffer, even back at the start of the series she only ever had 2-3 episodes ready ahead of her schedule which is NOT an ideal buffer for an originals series.

Rachel has never been good at writing, she's very "draw first write later" and has stated as such in interviews that when she gets 'stuck' on what she's writing, she'll just start drawing and fit the pieces in later.

Four months is NOT enough time to both rest, attend massive conventions, and work on improving a project while also getting buffer episodes ready.

Because of the FP episodes remaining locked over the hiatus, technically Rachel only needed to have ONE episode ready upon return for the newest FP release, not multiple like she'd usually need like in the past during the S2 midseason hiatus or the season finale episodes which would unlock those FP releases like normal - so for all we know, she could have drawn this episode literally last week, especially when the promo material was so last minute. Frankly I think it was REALLY stupid for whoever it was who decided to keep these FP episodes locked (whether it was her or WT, it was more likely WT) but you can read all I have to say about that in my review of the midseason finale episodes.

All that's to say, no, there was never any guarantee Rachel was going to somehow "turn around" the ride we're currently on. I know that many of the critics were hoping for that to happen, but with the circumstances of the hiatus mixed with Rachel's bad habits of putting her best efforts into the procrastination projects that aren't her actual comic (ex. the few original pieces and LO sketches she put out during the hiatus) it just wasn't in the cards. This is where the comic is at and this is where it will remain until it's over.

I want to also point something out about this episode that was... really glaring to me.

As with all of these hiatus returns, LO got priority advertising in the first two banner slots and push notifications AND a popup ad within the app. This is unsurprising, Webtoons is still trying to milk this thing for what it's worth.

I know a lot of people are gonna focus on the art, or the fact that WT is continuing to shill LO, but I wanna point out the part that WT implemented specifically - "NEW SEASON".

This is literally just false. At best I'd like to think some intern just messed up and thought this was a new season, but it's literally not, the episode designation still says "S3". Note that the creators only design the banner art, the actual labels on top are put there by Webtoons.

But at worst, this feels like blatant lying to continue to hide the fact that LO is ending. Mind you, Rachel and Webtoons have still not put out official posts stating that this is the final arc. There is NOTHING from either of them to communicate to the audience that the comic is ending next year. It feels like they're trying to avoid the topic altogether out of fear of losing the fanbase they still have, rather than hyping up the comic's end for those who have stuck around to see how it all wraps up. And honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if this was the case, considering they're now trying to funnel the fanbase into Penguin/Inklore with new marketing deals and the whole Rachel Smythe Presents thing. They're trying to make this seem like the beginning of something "new" when it's really just a quiet shifting of management (Penguin House).

But all that aside, let's actually get into the episode. It's one episode after 4 months, which is not standard for LO's hiatuses, typically FP episodes release on schedule (meaning free readers start hiatuses 3 weeks after FP readers do), the only time this has been an exception has been with the 2 week breaks because the whole point of those was to build a buffer (which you can't do if you're going ahead and releasing the FP episodes anyways). For extended hiatuses like these, usually free readers still get their FP episodes, but that wasn't the case here. That means Rachel technically only needed one episode ready for the comic's return, and it shows. It really fucking shows.

FROM HERE ON OUT THERE WILL BE FASTPASS SPOILERS REGARDING EPISODE 254. DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE SPOILED !!!

As per tradition, we get a title that means nothing at all. It just says what we already know.

Our collective husband Zeus is dying, no thanks to the poison cupcake fed to him by Apollo. For those who don't remember, Apollo had tricked Zeus into eating the cupcake by making him believe it was from Hebe. We are fully aware that it was Apollo who poisoned him. Remember that for later in this review.

Right off the bat we're off to a hilarious start, both with a cryptid appearance from Apollo in the background (lmao) who is, for some reason, ALREADY returning to the scene of the crime he just committed because... who knows at this point. Apollo and Psyche know it was Apollo at this point, I might add, but I have no clue why Apollo is actually returning to the scene of the crime when he has no idea Eros and Psyche know.

Moving on from that, can we talk about this hilarious dialogue?

"We have to call a doctor! Let's call Asclepius!"

"No, we can't trust him! Gosh darn it, why are we only bothering to think of ONE doctor in this universe where we've seen more than one doctor?? Guess Zeus is just gonna die! What a horribly contrived situation this is!"

And that's literally how I can best describe most of this episode. Contrived. There is a LOT of manufactured drama in this that makes ZERO sense even on a surface level.

And what do you mean exactly, Eros? "What a terrible system!" Is this supposed to be a joke? Lampshading? We've seen Persephone go to the gynecologist. There are non-god doctors who tend to gods all the time here.

Eros just doesn't seem to be that pressed over this, he sounds like Ned Flanders and that's NOT a good way to open up a scene like this... let alone an episode people have been waiting four months for.

Anyways, after a few pointless reaction panels (again remember I have to cut a lot of what I show here for Tumblr image limitations but I promise you, I'm keeping as much important stuff as I can in this, there's just THAT MUCH filler at this point), Eros and Psyche confront Apollo and he is... good god.

There is... so much to unpack here.

First of all, remember those theories about how Rachel was clearly trying to write Apollo as this "secret twist villain" the whole time but it doesn't work because Apollo is simultaneously written as both a 'conniving villain' and a massive dumbass at the same time?

Well, I finally have a more appropriate term for him. He's your average red pill redditor - someone who thinks he's smarter than everyone else when really all he does is sit on reddit all day using big words incorrectly in arguments he gets himself into with a bunch of equally-air-headed dumbasses.

"You can't possibly understand the nuances of the Olympian political system," Apollo said proudly, a man who had, ironically and obliviously, run for president in a monarchy. The union of kettle and pot is eternal.

He's the Slappable Jerk but instead of it being a painfully hilarious impression, it's just painful and hilarious for all the wrong reasons.

this is so stupid because it's 1.) Eros pointing out how obvious Apollo's plan was, despite Apollo acting smart two seconds ago with a goddess who, mind you, has been a goddess for ten years, and 2.) patricide isn't even intrinsically linked to politics, there's nothing 'political' about a guy trying to kill his dad except in, idk, a monarchy, which again, Apollo has spent ten years trying to rise to power in as a president which is a completely different form of government.

If I wanted to be really granular with this, I'd like to think Apollo is making some kind of point about the critics who call out LO's whack as fuck political system (especially in the trial arc) - as if he's saying "well you're just a stupid reader and this is fantasy where you don't understand exactly what political system we're using, so shut the fuck up you stupid twig" - but I don't think it's meant to be that deep. I think it's just Rachel trying to write a smart character and then failing at it because she, herself, is not a smart writer. And I'm really inclined to believe that more than the theory about this being some kind of meta-narrative about the critics because this entire plotline is contrived and stupid down to its core.

I did not cut anything out here, that's the pacing. Leto literally just appears out of nowhere and uh oh spaghettio's, she has Kassandra! Remember Leto? The character we were led to believe was truly "pulling the strings" until she disappeared from the story completely after she realized that Apollo and Persephone weren't a thing, even going so far as to call out her own son for being a fucking dumbass? Well, she's back and once again she's being involved as some kind of "double agent" in this whole thing, even though we literally haven't seen her since halfway through S2.

"Mm yes, you're so stupid, falling into my trap! Even though you had no reason to remember Kassandra anyways because she's literally a mortal woman you just met and you yourself have committed acts of violence against mortals without a shred of care! I'm so smart! My plan is all coming together!"

We've never seen Apollo do anything except cry and poop his pants, the closest he got to being "powerful" was his attempts to murder Daphne (who he seems to have forgotten about in this "master plan" of his) but ultimately he's literally just a piss ant baby and there's no reason to believe that he could somehow outmatch the God of Love who can literally manipulate people's emotions and states of mind with his arrows. But yeah sure go off, you're so powerful and smart.

The worst part is, I can't even buy this as the narrative trying to be like "see how manipulative and conniving he is?" because it's just silly. We've SEEN this man cry with his victim complex, we've seen him say and do the DUMBEST things that don't lend to any amount of "intelligence" he may have, it comes across less as him being "smart the whole time" and more as him trying to sound smart but ultimately sounding incredibly stupid. And I can't even immerse myself into it and buy that maybe that's the point, because it doesn't feel like the point, it just feels like inconsistent writing, he doesn't feel like a 'threat', he's just monologuing.

Bad art and Apollo literally just repeating what Leto already implied so this is a waste of the audience's time.

This is the funniest panel in the whole episode because I can't tell if Apollo is supposed to be in the background (for some reason, despite him literally being in front of Eros and Psyche two seconds ago) or if he's in the foreground and just REALLY small for some reason. This is so off-putting. And of course, it's just Apollo explaining what we're ALREADY SEEING ONSCREEN.

You see, in addition to this episode being contrived, it also talks down to its audience a LOT by explaining exactly what we're seeing onscreen. It's like Rachel saw the criticisms about her not including enough to depict what's actually going on in her head and so she thought the solution was to spoon feed information over pictures that are already doing the job of explaining what's going on. Rachel really doesn't know how to write and even when she tries to implement changes that reflect criticisms that have been made of her writing, she somehow makes things worse because she completely misses the point of what those criticisms are trying to get across.

Anyways, without even trying to resist (for some reason) Eros and Psyche get sentenced to horny jail.

They're now trapped in a basement that Leto somehow has in her home. How do we know that?

HAHAHA FUNNY LAMPSHADING SO FUNNNYYYYYYY

Leto claims that they shouldn't try to escape because the dungeon is "enchanted", but she doesn't even bother to explain what that means. So they literally don't bother trying. They don't try to call her bluff, they don't try to teleport out of there, they literally just go "well shoot", shrug their shoulders, and accept their fate. Just like with the whole "we can't trust the only doctor we bothered to think of" situation, Eros and Psyche are turning out to be some of the stupidest, lowest-effort characters in this comic who literally can't be bothered to try because that would require too much brain power.

Notice how much time we've spent on this and we haven't gotten back to where the cliffhanger of the last episode left off? Well buckle up because there's still more to cover.

So it turns out Hebe was still inside with her dad, in FULL VIEW of what was going on through glass which is somehow COMPLETELY soundproof, and when Apollo steps inside, she just has no idea what happened. She never bothered to even look outside to see what was going on with Eros and Psyche, she's just been sitting on the floor staring at Zeus' dead face for what was likely several minutes, unless Rachel is seriously trying to convince us that conversation and hostage negotiation from earlier only took 2 seconds. The timeline is such a mess at this point that characters basically freeze in place as soon as they're not the focus of the scene.

Apollo rushes inside, acting shocked over the situation, and when Hebe asks where Eros and Psyche are (again, she could have just looked out the window at any time), he's just like "dur idk they just left lol" which Hebe just... buys, I guess.

That's just Persephone but yellow. She's even missing her beauty mark.

See how Apollo put his hand on Zeus' chest/shoulder by the way?

Apparently, despite Mr. Smarter Than Everyone Else trying to pretend it wasn't him, he's able to discern that Zeus is dying from a toxic and rare poison just from touching him. He doesn't even really seem to use his powers, he just touches him and goes "welp he's dead i guess lol don't bother asking me how I know that".

But oh nooo remember that note from before? Well gasp Apollo's gonna use it to frame Hebe! In front of no one else at all!

Hebe of course says she didn't write it, but Apollo continues to try and frame her anyways, even though, again, there's no one else present here, and so it effectively just becomes the most absurd form of gaslighting I've ever seen.

Again, THERE IS NO ONE ELSE HERE IN THE SCENE. He's just trying to claim she did it to absolutely no one at all, in the hopes of... what exactly? That she'll just take the fall for something she knows she didn't do? That she'll somehow be convinced? It's not like Hebe has the same thing going on as Persephone where she has a 'wrathful dark side' he could pin it on, this is just a criminal who just robbed a building pointing at the first person they see and yelling "YOU DID IT!"

All I'm saying is that Apollo would be really bad at Among Us. He'd be the type of player to kill someone, hit the report button, then claim yellow did it which, even if he DID convince the rest of the team, would still get kicked anyways as soon as yellow was proven through the eject to not be the imp and everyone would go "okay cool so yellow wasn't the imp, that means obviously it's purple self-reporting." It's a trick that doesn't even work anymore because of how old it is. Hebe isn't a child here, she's an 18 year old woman who should be fully capable of raising an eyebrow and wondering why Apollo is this quick to accuse her - almost like he's trying to hide the fact that he did it.

But Hebe can't catch onto this, just like Eros and Psyche, she has to act stupid for the sake of the plot.

At first I thought maybe Rachel was trying to do some "whodunit" scenario, but that doesn't work here because we already know who did it. And while there are stories that exist like that that pull it off (ex. Knives Out) the problem with trying to do this the way Rachel did is that the person being framed has to have this thing called motive. The reason why Knives Out and Glass Onion work so well is because the person who was murdered (or conspired against) is someone who is being targeted by multiple people who could all be the murderer. It's quite literally called out in Glass Onion as a form of smart lampshading. "It's like putting a loaded gun on the table, and turning off the lights."

But it doesn't work here because Hebe does not have motive. If you're going to attempt to frame a murder on someone, it has to be someone who would have reasonable motive to commit that murder, even if they didn't actually commit it.

And who among Zeus' children has motive?

What about the war-mongering bloodthirsty god of war who has been regularly sentenced to time in the Mortal Realm to fight in wars in which he's been regularly injured?

What about the chaos-seeking wrathful goddess who would do it to get revenge on the parental figure who cast her aside, or even just for the fun of saying she did it?

Why try and pin it on Hebe, the doting daughter of Zeus who's only had a collective of maybe 20 panels in the entire comic?

But then I realized... it's not Knives Out, it's the fucking Lion King.

Which is just as contrived - if not more - than the assumption this was gonna be some attempt to frame Hebe. It's not. He's literally just trying to keep her from assuming it was him. He could have just as easily played dumb without calling attention to the note but he intentionally went out of his way to try and be Scar from The Lion King , while completely missing the point of why that scene worked in the original movie.

Scar wasn't trying to 'frame' Simba for Mufasa's murder. He was trying to hide the murder, while also attempting to get the only heir to the throne out of the picture, so he passed the guilt of the death onto Simba - a child who, unlike Hebe, wouldn't have the ability to rationalize or realize his uncle his a scumbag - who then ran away from home because he was too terrified to face his family for what happened, assuming that it was all his fault when it wasn't.

That's not how this is panning out here. Hebe is the now 18 year old daughter of Zeus, and not one of his only children. She doesn't even fit into the whole "sons overthrowing their fathers" prophecy like Aries would. Apollo is literally just being a big idiot here by saying "well I'm gonna give you a headstart to run away, because if you stay, I might hurt you" (which btw, should be MORE of a smoking gun that Apollo did it??)

And again, it's all so contrived so that the plot can move forward. "Well I'm going to frame you for this murder, but y'know, you should just leave, I'm not gonna try and press it further lmao"

Again, Apollo is a fucking idiot here, because he just attempted to frame someone who has NO MOTIVE to harm Zeus, to absolutely NO ONE at all who would side with him, only to let her go which would leave her to question why Apollo would try to accuse and harm her in the first place before considering other options. And through ALL this he claims he's the smart one, which I can't even be bothered to "love to hate" because it's written so poorly.

And really it all comes down to how everyone else behaves in relation to Apollo that makes it so stupid and unbelievable. Apollo, you're not smart just because all the characters around you are intentionally being written to be as stupid and non-confrontation as possible. If you can only write a smart villain by making everyone else stupid, you haven't written a smart villain, you've written a dumbass whose victory only happens due to contrived plot convenience. It's not even done well like in Glass Onion, it's just bad writing, full stop.

And who does he call to report this emergency? The satyr police? His son the doctor?

No.

The media. Literally just "hello, the media?? I need your best journalist here stat!"

I need you to understand, even if he were calling a tabloid magazine like The Weekly Nark, you don't just... call a journalist to report a murder. These are not the actions of someone who's trying to absolve himself of guilt, these are the actions of a complete dumbass trying to get news coverage of his trophy kill who would be better off just playing dumb instead of trying to play smart. Even Walter White wasn't this fucking stupid despite all the times he fell on his own sword, Apollo is literally just instigating suspicion towards himself for no reason at all. He's self-reporting so hard and worst of all, you can't even take any of this seriously because of how corny it is. There's no dramatic tension, no stakes, it's just a bunch of characters performing in a really bad stage play and reducing every conflict to "well I guess Zeus is just dead now because no one's bothering to make an effort to stop Apollo or ask questions lmao"

It's truly the epitome of "this plot wouldn't exist if characters would just talk to each other."

But finally, FINALLY we mention the thing this episode is named after, the transition point to Persephone.

Just like with the midseason finale episode, there's a lot to cover here, so I'm gonna get more into it in a part two post.

That said, you can see already this is the messiest, most contrived bullshit to ever wind up in LO. It's trying so hard to be smart and it just comes across as a bunch of toddlers in the world's worst stage play rendition of Clue. None of what was done here was in any way dramatic or tense, it's just a bunch of characters infodumping shit we already know, trying to set up new plot threads that don't make any sense, and allowing one another to get away with what they're doing because they don't bother to even try.

It's completely manufactured, contrived nonsense. It's not "smart", it's not "so dumb it's brilliant", it's just dumb.

[moldyfruitsalad]

part 2 of my friends' thoughts about good omens her first time through it (episodes 5 and 6 of season 1):

crowley should have been discorporated in the fire on the m25

hastur killing an entire room of people was wild

ron ormorod had every right to rip brenda to pieces

the kids forgave adam so quickly after he said sorry, like none of that even happened

aziraphale is a good angel

gabriel's lines are iconic

THE BENTLEY NOOOO

adam is a good kid even though she's terrified by him

death killing an entire room of people, while it makes sense, seems like a bit of overkill

pepper is iconic

(episode 5) are aziraphale and crowley gonna fall in love?

crowley's 70's look goes kinda hard

dick turpin is a weird car

newt is asking all the right questions, but also, you don't have time for this shit. armageddon and whatnot

how the fuck did those kids take out 3 of the horsemen?

the satan graphics are so cool

she agrees with adam that every apple is worth the trouble you get in for eating it

the bookshop burned down :(

aziraphale is going to stay at crowley's place???

okay, there is definitely a love story happening here

this all must have been part of god's plan

"it's tickety-boo"???

mass hallucinations is a hilarious cover up when they know it was real

crowley is her favorite

she loved season 1 so much

this is not in any particular order. i don't remember everything because it is more than a day later and we were exhausted at the time of watching. my computer fucked us over and we had to walk to her house to finish the season, which was a nice touch to our day of being trapped miles away from either of our houses for hours without any water in a heat wave. but she LOVED the show, and that made me so happy. i was having a great time listening to her come to the realization that they're in love. we're gonna try to watch season 2 soon, but there are some schedule things getting in the way of that

[trutrustories]

STUDY IN LOKI ROMANCE

Part 4: Heart of the TVA

Since we're only a few days away from the last episode, I decided to COUNT DOWN everything we´ve got so far ( that can be interpreted very easily as romantic ) and discuss what the actual fuck is going on with second season. Because even though I shipped lokius practically from S1E2, I absolutely did NOT expect this kind of development. (Not that I´m complaining)

Warning: This is gonna be LONG post, lots of screenshots, lots of SPOILERS, lot of "oh-my-god-they-so-cute" language, and little bit of meta.

I originally thought that this post would be everything at once, but since I have just too many screenshots this time around, I´ll have to split it. so every post will be one episode. Color coding means:

IIIIIIIIII = anything, that coud potentialy be just acting choice.

IIIIIIIIII = everything else (tzn.: whatever was written, and/or carefully prepared by filmmakers. )

side note: I already wrote, about how amazing it is, that Mobius is unable to fight but fights anyway and how beautifuly, and ridiculously brave he is HERE. But this is about Loki/Mobius interactions, so I´ll try my best not to talk about THAT. (Even when I´m really happy, that s2 continues with this formula and Mobius is still his completely defenseless while aggressively brave self. I love him, btw.)

EPISODE 1 HERE

EPISODE 2 HERE

EPISODE 3 HERE

check-list, episode 4 (my beloved): 33) changing clothes together not to be that person, but like... they always went through the door from TVA on timeline in their "camouflage disguises". So Loki couldn't use his magic to change their clothes. I mean... they even make turning off system that prevents magic plot point in this episode So unless they have some special device in TVA (which was never established) It is implied, that these two just spend some time changing clothes together, before going out. And that brings me to this specific moment: At the end of the previous episode we see them going through the time door (fairly soon after Victor Timely, in 1893 clothing) And this episodes starts with Victor ariving at TVA and wondering around the empty hallways. Alone. So let me get this straight: After we see them both walk through the time door, they end in that war room (were they met in ep1), just the two of them. Victor is.... somewhere. who knows where, who even cares? And they though: it is actualy priority number one to change our clothes. Yes, right now. Never mind, we have He Who Remains variant wondering around the TVA and everything is going to explode soon. We have to take our clothes off. RIGHT THE FUCK NOW. I´m sorry, film makers, but what the acual f-

34) Bickering like married couple (part 4) (but this time with EVERYONE else watching them with question marks above their heads. And these two idiots husbands probably didn´t even noticed xDD )

Also.... "It´s got your shape" 😳 really? really Mobius? And how would you- oh sorry, my bad, never mind. I almost forget you were changing clothes togheter MULTIPLE TIMES, so of course you would know that. ... right? 35) The "misunderstanding trope"

This whole scene is just... jeeez! Sylvie screeming at Mobius for wanting cake (while Loki already knows, that Mobius wants it, because he is in a stress.) He tries to stop Sylvie, but she continues. Loki circles around her and ends up right between them (cough...smybolism...cough) And Sylvie starts attacking Mobius because he doesn´t want to know his life on a timeline. While Loki is RIGHT THERE, knowing perfectly well Mobiuses reason´s and how bad she is hurting him, because episode 2 happened. Loki knows. And then she leaves, and Loki follows her. But Mobius doesn´t know, what we know: and that he went to her to DEFEND HIM. Jeeeeeeez writers.... thanks, for this perfect example of romantic complication. Dramatic irony 100%. I´m living for this relationship drama while everything around them collapses and explodes. 10/10 television!

Also... poor man needed pick-me-up cocoa drink immediately after 😭

36) Pie scene number two I have to say, I LOVED this scene. EVERY FUCKING WORD. philosophical conflicts? yes please. moral dilemas? give me more! but let´s focus on Loki defending Mobius. Him bringing up Thor into the coversation, and comparing his change on Earth (that he didn´t understand before) to his own change that came from spending time at TVA. spending time with Mobius. And he is standing infront of pies this whole time! basicly him low key comparing Thor´s love for Jane to his love for Mobius

And let´s not forget how obvious the difference between two pie scenes is! Because the first one is full of relaxed gestures, kindness and understanding. Just Loki and Mobius being intimite and open with each other 🥹 In glaring contrast with that, THIS scene, with Sylvie is full of conflict, tention and disagreements. The are standind, far from each other, and whole room has completely different (horror like) vibe.

37) THIS SHOT. just the two of them, right before the end.

God I love this episode so much! 💛💛💛

[d1xonss]

Desert Rose

Chapter 33 ~ Woodbury

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 3

✧ Word Count : 6.8k

In this chapter ~ When saving the random injured woman that walked right up to their gates, she informs them of something terrible. Glenn and Maggie had been captured and taken to a town, leading the others to not hesitate as they formulated some kind of plan to get them back.

I finally unlocked the gate once she hit the ground, quickly running over and stabbing the few walkers that were just beginning to bend down and grab her. I ripped the blade out of their skulls, spinning around to kill off the ones that were now coming at me. As I kicked one in the chest harshly, preparing to throw my knife at its head, it suddenly fell to the ground as a gunshot was fired from behind me.

My head whipped around to see Rick standing there pointing his revolver, nodding to me as he tucked it away and began to rush over.

"Is she bit?" I heard Hershel ask from inside the gate, coming down upon hearing all the noise.

My gaze moved down towards her injury to look closer, glancing down at her leg as I shook my head, "Gunshot." I replied, "Rick help me get her up, Carl grab the supplies." I ordered and lifted her arm up over one of my shoulders, while Rick did the same with her other.

All four of us made our way back to the prison as quickly as possible, moving fast to get her inside and away from the lone walkers that still lingered. Once we made our way in through the heavy doors, Rick told Beth to get some water and a blanket, along with a towel for her wound. Carl set the blanket down on the ground towards the door, watching as we slowly lowered her onto the soft material, sitting her upright as her head continued to hang downward.

Beth returned quickly, handing us the things Rick requested and watched as he opened the bottle, beginning to pour the water over her face so she would wake. Her eyes blinked open only seconds later at the feeling, breathing heavily as she looked up to all of us in obvious fear.

I raised my hand out as I saw she was about to get up, "Hey, hey, it's okay." I assured her calmly.

She eyed me for a moment, before jumping to the side to try and reach for her weapon sitting close by, Rick quickly kicking it away from her before she could touch it, "No. We're not going to hurt you unless you try something stupid first, alright?" he spoke.

"Rose?"

I turned around when I heard the familiar voice, seeing Daryl coming out of the cellblock from behind us and I gave him a small smile. He didn't return it however, only looking confused and defensive as he slowly walked over, "Who the hell is this?"

Rick looked back to the woman with a tilt of his head, "You want to tell us your name?"

She didn't say anything, only staring right back at him with a cold glare and her lips sealed shut. My arm was then being slowly pulled away from her by my elbow, looking back to see Daryl as he eyed her suspiciously, "Oh for the love of God." I muttered to myself.

"Hey, I heard that." he said.

"Well, I said it loud." I replied with a sarcastic smile.

He rolled his eyes and swung his arm around my shoulders to pull me back further, turning back towards the group, "Y'all come on in here for a sec. Yer gonna want to see this."

The man guided me back into the cellblock gently, leading into an occupied room where a figure was lying down on the bed. It took me a moment to process who it was but once I knew for sure, I quickly tackled her in a hug. She laughed lightly and hugged me back while placing a kiss on the side of my head. I couldn't believe it was Carol.

Everyone told me when Daryl and Maggie were out on that run, that her and T-Dog sadly didn't make it when all the chaos erupted. Though I guess my mind was too clouded with the thoughts of Lori and the baby to fully process what they meant by "didn't make it." But now that I saw her physically standing in front of me, I was so relieved she was alright.

Rick quickly moved in next, swinging his arms around her just as I did with a breath, "Poor thing fought her way into a cell, must've passed out. Dehydrated." Daryl informed.

She finished greeting Rick and Hershel with tearful eyes, making her way down the line as Beth then stood right in front of her with the baby in her arms. She gasped lightly and turned towards Rick with a shocked smile, but her face immediately dropped when she noticed the solemn look on his features, apologizing profusely as she placed a hand on his cheek.

I pressed my lips together and shut my eyes, feeling Daryl's hand start to rub my back soothingly. The memories only came flooding back as I watched Carol process the loss of whom she considered a friend. I heard Carl sniff next to me and I instantly wrapped my arm around his shoulders and placed a kiss on his head as he leaned further into me. We all had a moment of silence after that, for Lori, for T-Dog, and it was much needed as we honored our time we had with them. Even if it seemed short.

But I noticed out of the corner of my eye, the woman had got up from where she was sitting and stood behind the door watching us. Though it wasn't in a way that made me uncomfortable. She looked at all of us huddled together as if she felt sorry, like she somehow knew we lost someone important.

And just from that one look, I could tell she was a good person. Not someone we needed to be threatened by.

After a few moments, we left Beth and the baby alone with Carol, knowing that she needed to rest but didn't want to be left completely alone. The rest of us walked back out into the common room, seeing the woman sitting on one of the tables as she waited for us to return. Sensing that we would want the full story on how she found us.

"We can tend to your wound, give you a little food and water and then send you on your way. But you're gonna have to tell us how you found us, and why you were carrying formula." Rick said.

Her gaze remained on him for a long moment before she finally spoke, "The supplies were dropped by a young Asian guy, with a pretty girl."

My heart sank to my ass and I instantly got chills; I should've gone with them. "What happened?" I asked her.

"They were taken." she said as she released a breath.

"Taken by who?" Rick stepped in.

"By the same son of a bitch who shot me." she responded bluntly.

Rick waited for her to go on, to tell us more about what she knew because there always seemed to be more, but she grew silent. He clearly didn't have the patience nor the time, the next thing I knew I was watching him approach her more threateningly, "Hey these are our people, you tell us what happened now!" he yelled while putting pressure on her wound.

She gasped in pain and shoved him away harshly, "Don't you ever touch me again!" she yelled back.

Daryl quickly raised his crossbow in her face as he watched her outburst, "You'd better start talkin. Or yer gonna have a much bigger problem than a gunshot wound." he said lowly.

"Hey!" I yelled, "She was talking to us, I don't think it's necessary to put a bolt in between her eyes." I snapped as I shoved Daryl's weapon out of her face.

She looked at me with a somewhat grateful expression as I turned back to face her, "You obviously came here for a reason...just tell us what you know." I spoke softly.

She paused and stared at me for a moment before sighing heavily at the information she was about to give, "There's a town, Woodbury. About seventy-five survivors, I think your people were taken there."

"A whole town?" Rick asked from beside me.

I immediately pushed his chest so he would back up, "Nope, no, you lost your privilege. I'm talking to her now." I spoke.

He rolled his eyes but backed off, "It's run by this guy who calls himself The Governor. Pretty boy, charming, Jim Jones type." she continued.

"He has muscle?" I asked.

"Paramilitary wannabes," she replied, "They have armed sentries on every wall."

"Do you know a way in?"

"The place is secure from walkers, but we could slip our way through. We'd have to be slow, careful, but it's possible."

I stopped for a moment as it dawned on me how easily she got back here, "How did you know where to find us?"

"They mentioned a prison, said which direction it was in. Said it was a straight shot." she informed.

I just nodded my head as I put all the pieces together. She knew where they were, how to get in, and seemed willing to help us for the time being. I figured if we left within an hour we could get them back here by tomorrow, already working out some kind of plan in my head. But my eyes then traveled down towards the gash in her leg, knowing she wouldn't be able to go anywhere without having it fixed up.

"Hershel?" I called, watching him get up from his place, "This is Hershel, the father of the girl who was taken. He can help you with your wound, he's a doctor." I said to the woman.

She stayed silent, though nodded in appreciation.

I sent her a small smile before turning back around to head towards the cellblock, passing by the two men standing behind me as I smiled to myself, "That's how you get information. I thought you'd have that down by now sheriff." I spoke knowingly before patting his shoulder as I passed by.

I could almost hear Rick rolling his eyes from behind me, but I know I definitely heard Daryl mumble, "That's my girl."

We were quick to gather the rest of the group in the smaller space, now going back and forth with one another about what our next move would be. I tried to put my worry aside for Maggie and Glenn, but it was hard considering they were my best friends. We hardly knew anything about this town or the people behind the walls, leaving us clueless about what could be happening to them. But I couldn't panic, I just had to get them out of there. If I were to panic I knew I would just want to go in there guns blazing. But we had to think it through so we could surely get them out of there alive.

"How do we know we can trust her?" Oscar asked.

My brow furrowed as I looked at him, "You really think she just showed up to drop off some supplies, making up a story along the way? She wants to help."

"This is Maggie and Glenn, why are we even debating?" Beth slightly snapped, watching the conversation going around in too many circles.

"We ain't." Daryl said, "I'll go after em."

"Not alone." I quickly corrected, "We need the numbers in case things get bad with these people."

Beth raised up her hand, "I'll go." she offered.

"Me too." Axel stepped in.

Oscar paused for a minute, before finally giving in and nodding to himself, "I'm in."

In the end of our little discussion that took far too long for my liking, we decided to split the group in half. One would stay here and keep an eye on things just in case, while a handful of us would head out to get them back. I knew it wasn't going to be easy, but I was prepared for anything. Anything if it meant getting the two of them back here safe.

I was walking out of the prison with my weapons, heading over to the car we were taking to place them in the trunk, when I saw Daryl slip on his leather vest from just a couple feet away. I didn't fail to notice how he seemed to wear it all the time just as he promised, the memory alone bringing a small smile to my face.

Carl stood rummaging around in the back of the car, helping place some extra supplies inside as I walked up next to him to do the same. I took everything off my shoulders, emptying my hands into the trunk of the vehicle, before I looked over to the kid who now stood there glancing around worriedly.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked, getting down to his level.

He shrugged, "Just...be careful out there. I...I can't lose you too."

My heart broke slightly at his words, and I didn't hesitate to pull him in for a hug, "You won't lose me, okay?" I whispered, "We're going to go, and bring Glenn and Maggie back safe, it's all gonna be fine."

He nodded his head against my shoulder, but his grip only tightened on me, his hat tipping a little off of his head. I pulled away after only a few moments, looking him in the eye as I adjusted the large hat atop his head.

"Take care of things around here, yeah? I don't care what your dad says, you're in charge." I spoke with a growing smile.

Though trying to suppress it at first, he managed a smile too as he nodded, "Okay."

Our attention was then pulled from one another as Rick called his name from the right, causing him to send me a subtle thumbs up before he was backing off towards his dad.

My eyes followed him for a moment before I slammed the trunk shut, watching everyone start to pile inside the vehicle after finishing up their goodbyes. I scanned the small area where our people stood outside to see us out, waving one last time at the remaining few before my eyes then caught sight of Beth. She stood a bit slumped by the front gate, waiting to open it for us when we were finally ready to leave, but I couldn't help but frown at the saddened look she had on her face.

In my mind, she was having some of the same thoughts that Carl was moments ago, tugging at my heartstrings as I slowly walked over to talk to her before we left.

The second I got close enough, she spoke first, "Do you have to go?" she asked quietly.

I gave her a sad smile, "Yeah...I do. But don't worry I'll be back before you know it, and I'll bring your sister home safe."

She looked up at me, tears glazing over her eyes, "What am I supposed to do if both of my sisters are gone?" she asked.

It took me a moment before the realization hit me on what she meant, making it even harder to leave than it was before. "Oh honey," I sighed as I brought her into a hug, "I'll be safe out there, I promise. I'll come back."

She nodded her head tearfully, giving me one final squeeze before letting me go, giving me a small smile of reassurance before slowly heading back over to the gate to open it for us. At the sound of a honk, I turned to see an arm sticking out the car window, waving me back so we could move. I waved at her one last time before rushing back over towards the vehicle, hopping in the backseat as Rick didn't hesitate to drive off in an instant, determined to get our people back.

We had been on the road for about an hour or two before we pulled over to the side once we got close enough to the destination. The woman informed us that at this point we would be better off on foot as to not draw more attention to us. She said it was no more than two more miles to the town, leading us to walk through some kind of short cut through the woods. I mostly kept to myself as we moved, trying to listen for anything nearby while also trying not to think too much about what would happen once we were inside. It was no secret that I was worried, we all were, yet we seemed to keep it from one another as if we weren't thinking the exact same things about the situation.

My eyes only looked up once I noticed Rick and Daryl having some kind of hushed conversation, one that I was just out of earshot to hear. That alone only reminded myself of the talk he tried to have with me, knowing that he hadn't forgotten about it either. But it was safe to say now wasn't exactly the time to get all sappy with one another. I would avoid it forever if I could.

The sounds of sudden snarls quickly caught all of our attention at once, instantly getting low to the ground as if it were a chain reaction. But we all realized that there were far too many for them to just ignore us and move on. We tried to kill most of the ones approaching us fast, stabbing each of them with our handheld weapons, but soon realized after a few moments that there were too many of them to take by ourselves. With one wide eyed glance at each other, none of us hesitated to run further down the path in a line, away from the remaining dead ones.

Our breaths were heavy as we trucked through the trees, passing by dirt roads, trying to avoid the walkers reach. They were still hot on our trail, all the way up until we spotted a small cabin tucked away behind the greenery, making a beeline for it to hide out in there. Daryl was the first to make it to the entrance, tugging and pushing on it though it was locked from the inside. In a state of panic, Rick pushed him aside as he began kicking it repeatedly, before the door finally flew open with a loud slam, the lock shattering.

Rick went in first with his flashlight raised high, followed by the rest of us as we quickly shut the door before the walkers could get too close. As soon as I stepped in, I gagged at the smell that filled the entire house, the stench almost bringing me to my knees. The rest had the same reaction that I did, covering their noses with their arms as they scoped the place out.

"That smell is loud." Daryl said while trying to figure out where it was coming from.

Rick looked over at me as I continued to obviously struggle, "You okay?" he asked as he breathed through his mouth.

I nodded my head, swallowing the lump in my throat, "Yeah...just trying not to puke."

"Fair enough." he replied, turning back around to follow Daryl through the quiet house.

The rest of us slowly trailed behind them, looking at the many shelves lined up with a bunch of junk and a desk scooted off towards the side, "What the hell is that?" Oscar asked from beside me.

I followed his line of sight right as Daryl peered over, "Gotta be a fox...or what's left of one." he muttered as we all stared at the dead rotting animal just barely a few feet away from us.

Rick shined his flashlight over the animal, "It's a dog." I stated while covering my nose.

"Guess Lassie went home." Daryl said with a smirk on his face, bumping my shoulder as he expected me to laugh.

I raised my eyebrows in faux amusement with a nod, "Hilarious." I deadpanned before moving past him to scope out the rest of the space.

There was now loud banging at the front door, the walkers catching up and trying to claw their way inside. We all whipped our heads toward the sound, but were relieved that none of them were successful, seeing someone had propped a chair up against the handle.

Everyone continued to spread out, but I paused in my tracks as I saw a thick blanket covering something rather big. I let out a single whistle to grab their attention, Rick and Daryl at my side within seconds to see what I had found. Without hesitation, Rick placed his hand over the material, silently counting down with his other hand before ripping the thing off quickly.

A man instantly jumped up from where he was laying, pointing a gun at all of our faces as he began to panic with wide eyes, "Who the hell are you?!" he asked loudly.

"Woah, woah, we don't mean any harm." Rick said calmly.

"Get out of my house!" he yelled.

Rick put a hand out in front of him, trying to put some distance between us and the wielding weapon, "Okay, okay. We will, but we can't right now."

"Now!" he demanded.

"Shut him up." the woman snapped harshly, noting the dead corpses outside now banging even louder to try and get in.

"Get out right now!" he yelled again.

I had enough as I snapped in his direction "Hey!" I whisper yelled, "There are walkers outside. Do you have a death wish or something?" I said through gritted teeth.

He paused for a moment in genuine confusion, "I'll call the cops." he threatened.

"I am a cop, now I need you to lower the gun. Don't do anything rash, everything's fine let's just take this nice and slow...okay?" Rick said.

The man took a risky glance at the rest of us, "Look at me." Rick said to get his attention, "Hey, hey."

He suddenly aimed the gun right at Rick's head and my hand hovered over my knife, but one wave of Rick's hand was enough for me to falter, "Show me your badge!" the man demanded.

"Alright, it's in my pocket. Now I'm going to reach down nice and slow..." Rick said as his hand moved down to his pants. But as soon as the man's eyes darted away from him slightly, Rick knocked the gun out of his hands, a bullet firing off to the side as his finger hovered over the trigger.

Rick's arms immediately went around the man's shoulders in attempts to contain him, but it only spurred him on more. He flailed around and carelessly screamed in his grasp, Rick's hand flying over his mouth to try and finally silence him. But the man played dirty, biting Rick's hand harsh enough for him to groan loudly and let go.

He made a run for it towards the door the moment he was free, but the woman was one step ahead. As he barely brushed his fingertips against the handle, she took her sword and stabbed him from behind, the blade going completely through his chest before he fell limp to the ground.

I raised my eyebrows at her, "Well, that'll do it."

I could've sworn I saw a ghost of a smile appear on her face but her head snapped back towards the door, hearing just how many walkers were attracted to the man's screams. We had to act fast, cause a distraction somehow for even a sliver of a chance to get out of here.

Rick suddenly then moved towards the front in record speed, placing his ear up to the door before his eyes trailed down towards the dead stranger. He didn't waste a single second before he let out a whistle, gesturing Daryl over to give him a hand.

"You've gotta be kidding." Oscar said, knowing exactly where this was leading.

"He's dead." he obviously stated, "You and Rose check the back." he said while lifting the man up.

Oscar didn't move at first as his eyes stayed down, only snapping out of his small trance when I placed my hand on his arm, nodding back for him to follow. I pushed the door open with a creak, looking out through a small crack to see that none of the walkers had made their way back there and it was clear enough for us to make a run for it.

"Clear." I quietly yelled over to them.

They nodded before quickly throwing the man outside at my signal, slamming the door shut behind them before making their way towards us and out the back door. We all quickly sprinted right past the walkers while they were distracted with their new meal, so we could finally get back on the road.

By the time we finally made it to the gates of the small town, it was completely dark, making it even harder to see if we were being watched. We quietly stalked low to the ground, spotting an abandoned car just off to the side of the main gates, hiding us from the people on watch up at the top. We watched their movements for a few seconds, noticing how they had giant lights that were constantly scanning around the area as they looked for threats.

Everyone quickly began to get impatient just sitting there, waiting for a moment where they would falter so we could slip in like the woman said. Though right as I was thinking of a way we could all get past, she apparently decided to sneak off back towards the woods without us and all our heads snapped in her direction the second her movement hit our ears.

"Hey. Hey!" Rick whisper yelled.

She stayed behind the shadows, moving forward to God only knows whereas Rick groaned in frustration, "Alright, we need to downsize." he said.

"Ain't no way we're gonna check all them buildings. Not with all them guards there." Daryl stated while silently handing me a gun.

I took it from his hands, placing it behind my back when suddenly a branch snapped. All of us quickly had our weapons drawn, but it was the woman mouthing something to us, pointing in the direction she went off to for us to follow.

"Let's go." I said, being the first one to move forward and follow her into the dark.

Everyone quickly maneuvered through an opening she found in the gate, squeezing through quietly as she then moved towards a building that was familiar to her. She looked back to make sure we all made it through silently, before opening the door and leading us inside.

The place was completely dark and empty, noticing that we had come in through the back door as there were windows towards the front that gave us a perfect view of the rest of the town.

"This is where you were held?" I asked her.

"Where I was questioned." she corrected with a nod.

Rick stepped in, "Any idea where else they could be?"

Daryl made his way over to one of the windows and I copied his actions, moving the curtain slightly so I was able to peek through the space. The streets were lit up brightly, leaving us little to no room to be able to sneak through without getting seen. But then a few people walking on the sidewalk just outside caught my attention, laughing and having a conversation side by side.

"I thought you said there was a curfew." I said while backing up before they could catch a glimpse of me inside.

"The street is packed during the day. Those are stragglers." she informed.

Rick was getting anxious as he let out a deep sigh, "Anyone comes in here we're sitting ducks. We gotta move."

"They could be in his apartment." she said.

"Yeah? What if they ain't?" Daryl asked with harshness to his tone.

"Then we'll look somewhere else." she snapped slightly.

Rick stepped forward, getting in her face, "You said you could help us."

"I'm doing what I can."

"Then where the hell are they?" Oscar asked.

She didn't respond as she truly didn't know, thinking they could be anywhere at this point if they weren't being held here like she was. Rick was growing more impatient, whispering for us to come over and talk to him a few feet away from her.

He walked back far enough, waiting for a moment before saying, "If this goes south, we're cutting her loose." he whispered.

"No, we're not." I snapped at him.

He gave me a pointed look and I mocked his expression as if he was stupid, "She's helping us the best she can, we're not just feeding her to the wolves here. What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked unironically, before turning to walk back towards her, not caring enough to hear the rest of the conversation.

The woman stood back slightly as she looked out the windows, not paying the rest of them any mind as they were very clearly talking about her. She only minded her business, reaching down slightly to take a look at her leg, gritting her teeth a little in pain as she touched the sensitive part.

"How's your leg?" I asked her softly.

Her head snapped up to me in surprise, taking a few seconds to respond. "It's fine." she eventually muttered.

"Good." I said with a nod of my head, turning around to glance at the guys to make sure they couldn't hear me, "Sorry about them. Men, am I right?" I muttered while scrunching my nose up in disgust.

She gave the tiniest smile, nodding in agreement as I let out a huff of a laugh. But the moment was over quicker than I could even process.

Sudden knocking from the front door is what caused us all to freeze in our places. The next noise filling the outside was keys jingling in the doorhandle as the person attempted to unlock it. I cursed under my breath as I scanned the area for a place to hide, seeing a curtain that led to a small, tucked away space and made a beeline for it without a second thought. I ignored my name behind called from behind me as I quickly hid behind the thin fabric, placing my back up against the left side of the wall and holding my breath in anticipation.

But a sharp gasp left my lips in surprise when Rick barged his way in the small space, facing me as his back hit something hard behind him and he grunted in pain with tightly shut eyes.

"Hey! Go find your own place to hide." I whisper yelled.

He rubbed the sore spot, "There aren't any other places." he argued.

His feet moved around wildly as he tried to fit in the corner, stepping directly on my foot, "Ow you just stepped on my-"

He quickly covered my mouth with his hand before I could finish, and I gave him a pointed look. He raised his pointer finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet as he listened for the person to come in and make themselves known.

"I will lick your hand." I threatened, my voice slightly muffled.

His eyes widened, "Don't." he quietly snapped.

"Then get the hell off me." I demanded, shoving his chest further away from me right as the front door finally swung open.

His back hit the same spot that it had earlier, watching as he tightly closed his eyes as he tried desperately not to make a single noise.

"I know you're in here." a male voice called out, "I saw you moving from outside."

My eyes widened as I heard the man's footsteps only getting closer to us. I hoped Rick had a plan on how to take this guy out because I sure as hell didn't know what to do. It was like the most fucked up game of hide and seek I've ever played.

"Alright now, you're not supposed to me here and you know it." the voice said again, his shadow coming right in front of the curtain as he stood there and listened.

In a single swift movement, Rick shoved the barrier out of the way and took the gun the man had in his hands, maneuvering it up towards the ceiling as a single shot was fired. His forearm was against the man's throat as he pinned him up on the wall, trying to take the weapon away from him with just one hand.

I made a move from behind our hiding spot seeing he was struggling, rushing up to the two and prying the weapon from the man's grasp as he struggled to hold onto it. Rick then saw he was defenseless, whistling for Daryl to come over as he got the man down on his knees, Daryl coming up behind him to zip tie his wrists together.

"Where are our people?" Rick asked in a cold tone, getting in front of his face.

"I- I don't know." the man stated frantically.

Rick grabbed his cheeks as his anger bubbled further, "You are holding some of our people, where the hell are they?" he asked more aggressively.

"I don't know." the man said again.

Rick tugged away from his face harshly as he walked away, letting out a deep sigh as we were nowhere closer to pinpoint them in this so-called small town.

The man then began to stutter, clearly growing more afraid as he realized how many people he was actually up against and I grew tired of that in about two seconds as my gaze trailed back down to him. Looking up to see a frying pan hung up on the nearby wall, I quickly took the handle in my hand and slammed it harshly on the back of his head. He fell limp in a split second, knocked out cold as he face planted on the ground.

"Thanks for nothing." I muttered bitterly.

That's when we all heard sudden gun fire from just outside and seeing people run frantically in the streets from the slightly opened curtains. We all looked at each other for a second before quickly making our way towards the door, Rick opening it cautiously.

He led the way to where the gun fire was shot, leading towards a random building in the middle of the town. All of us were light on our feet as we moved, trying not to draw too much attention as people rushed by us, pushing through in a panic. We made our way inside the building quickly and quietly, stopping when Rick had his back up against the wall, raising his hand up in a fist for all of us to stop. We all followed his movements and waited.

We heard voices and footsteps and Rick quickly pulled out a smoke bomb from his bag and threw it towards the sound of people coming our way from around the corner, right before they could spot us. They yelled suddenly when the smoke began to rise, and it was hard to see anything as their coughs filled the air. Rick then harshly threw his hand down as he was the first to move, squinting through the smoke to see if our people were in here.

I turned the corner, following Rick's figure as best as I could as I coughed into my arm every few seconds, noticing his shadow stilled for a moment. He then grabbed onto a man by the arm, pulling him through the smoke and back towards the outside. I barely got a good look, but I could only assume the man was Glenn as I spotted a woman a few feet away from me, a bag covering her face. Maggie.

I rushed over to her quickly, taking her by the hand to pull the bag over her head and lead her out of the building, dodging the men lingering in every turn we made as they blindly tried to find us. Daryl covered us from behind as we booked it out the front doors, following Rick down the street and into safe place so we could lay low and catch our breath.

When we all made it inside, Daryl slammed the doors behind us and I gently let go of Maggie and took my gun to scope out the place, checking every hiding place and around in the back to make sure it was empty. Once I didn't see anything, her and I made eye contact from across the room and ran towards each other instantly. I discarded my gun on the floor and wrapped my arms around her shoulders as she started to cry.

"Are you okay?" I asked frantically, as I held onto her tightly. She sniffled and nodded her head and pulled away. I took her face in my hands and wiped her tears away, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Oh, thank God you're here." she cried.

"We're here." I reassured her as I brought her into my arms again with a breath.

We finally pulled apart from each other when I heard a groan coming from the floor, seeing Glenn sitting down on the ground in pain, his face covered in blood. His eye was black and blue, so swollen that I could barely see his eye at all. I quickly walked over to him, sitting next to him on the floor as I reached out to touch his shoulder lightly.

"Oh my God, Glenn." I whispered as I got a better look at his face, noticing that his clothes were torn to shreds as well.

"Rose?" he questioned with a slight smile.

I smiled sadly, "It's me hon, are you okay?" I asked while placing my hand on the side of his face.

He winced slightly but nodded, "Yeah...yeah."

I felt my eyes mist with tears at the sight of him so beaten and bruised, yet somehow still smiling as he saw we had found them. I kissed his forehead and brought him into a gentle hug, being as careful as I could to not hurt him more than he already was.

Rick got down to his level, stepping away from the window as he asked, "How bad are you hurt?"

"I'll be okay." he assured.

"Where's that woman?" Maggie asked suddenly, her eyes scanning around to see that she was nowhere in the room with us anymore.

"She was right behind us." Rick said while going back to the window, "Damnit." he silently cursed to himself as he did a scan over the streets.

"Maybe someone spotted her." I said.

"Want me to go look for her?" Daryl asked.

Rick shook his head, "No, we gotta get them out of here. She's on her own."

I wanted to argue with him, that we needed to make sure she was okay, but with just one more look towards Glenn I knew we couldn't. We had to get the two of them out of here before people started to realize they were gone.

"Daryl, this was Merle." Glenn said suddenly. I froze at that name, and so did Daryl. My eyes slowly seemed to find his from his hovering figure above me, his frame standing rigid as Glenn continued, "It was, he did this."

"You saw him?" Rick asked.

"Face to face." he confirmed, "Threw a walker at me, he was going to execute us."

Daryl was stunned, though he tried desperately to hide it, "So...my brother's this Governor?" he asked with a slight shake to his voice.

"No, he's somebody else, your brother's his lieutenant or something." Maggie said.

Daryl reached down to grab my shoulder gently, probably still trying to wrap his head around this as time seemed to stand still. "Does...does he know m' still with ya?" he asked.

"He does now. Rick, I'm sorry we told him where the prison was. We couldn't hold out." Glenn tried to explain.

Rick got down to eye level with him and quickly shook his head, "Don't. No need to apologize."

Maggie continued, "They're going to be looking for us."

"We have to get back," Rick said, "Can you walk? We've got cars a few miles out." he informed Glenn.

"I'm good." Glenn grunted, gesturing for my hand as I shakily helped him stand up to his full height.

Daryl's breathing became heavy from just behind me as he spoke, "Hey, if Merle's around I- I need to see him."

I turned around to look at him in slight disbelief, "Daryl, no. We have to leave now."

"Rosie I gotta, he's my brother-"

"Look what he did!" I yelled with a quiver in my voice.

He stopped for a minute to look at Glenn, his eyes holding so much emotion as he glanced between the two of us.

Rick stepped in when he couldn't seem to say anything else, "Look we gotta- we gotta get out of here now."

"Maybe I can talk to him, maybe I can work somethin out." Daryl pleaded.

Rick was growing frustrated, "No, no, you're not thinking straight. Look, no matter what they say they're hurt. Glenn can barely walk, how are we gonna make it out if we get overrun by walkers and this Governor catches up to us? We need you! Are you with me?"

Daryl looked from Rick to me, his eyes lingering when they locked again with mine. He bit his lip anxiously as he thought about all of this for a few seconds, a few seconds that we didn't have to spare.

His gaze pulled away from me as he gave the man a slight nod, "Yeah."

I narrowed my eyes at him, noticing how he could no longer look at me when he answered.

He was lying.

~ Thanks for reading!

[theconstantsidekick]

no because, supernatural is absolutely a train wreck. it's a colossal accident that is happening in front of you that you can't look away from. it is homophobic and non-sensical and downright laughable at times but you know what? I love it. I absolute love it.

season 1 was absolutely beautiful. you don't understand, really, you don't. they had a piss poor budget, you can see that in every frame. but does that stop it from being fucking beautiful? no. it is stylised and ambitious and a fucking visual treat.

and this is like the first fucking episode. the shots have so much character! and that's nothing to say of the characters themselves. from the first fucking scene you can clearly distinguish sam and dean's character clear as day. their motivations, their dreams, their hopes, all of it. it's established so well. their dynamic is unmatched. does it also have a lot of garbage? yes for sure. because what in the name of hell was that episode with bugs? what glue were they sniffing when they green lit that one? no seriously... I wanna try some.

but then they recovered, cause they did faith. my god, what an episode. WHAT AN EPISODE. that motherfucking reaper haunts my every waking hour

like yeah, I love me some baby dean and baby sam going on their small scale ghost hunts while learning deep lessons about who they are as people and what they want from life.

also that 'laugh I nearly died' needle drop? where sam sees jess? god tier editing, GOD TIER.

then they came back with season 2. and here is my most controversial opinion that should not be controversial at all, season 2 is the best season of supernatural to ever supernatural.

what is and what should never be, hollywood babylon, heart, nightshifter, and the whole fucking season actually. not a single miss in my humble opinion. and that finale? THAT FINALE. beautiful, magnificent. ground breaking character writing, everything comes full circle while simultaneously opening up new plot lines to explore.

and my god, yellow eyes is an epic villain. he is a very viciously written villain like, he's... my god. it ain't a walk in the park writing villains, believe you me patient readers, villains are harder to write than the protagonists, always. well, at least the compelling ones are.

now season 3 suffered because of the writer's strike, but didn't miss much either. like yeah some of the hits don't hit as hard as the season 2, but hey, mystery spot, time is on my side, ghostfacers, bedtime stories are nothing to laugh about. those episodes are fucking solid, like most of the season. and there is so much raw emotion is sam's need to save dean, it just makes my weak winchester brothers loving heart throb a little too hard. also...

need I say more?

does the show did look little more washed out and boring? yes. but it's cool, cause we're moving on to season 4.

listen, I kinda just wanna leave all my season's critique at this. i mean, yeah this. this is it. this is the long and short of it; castiel. i don't think i need to get anymore into it

so season 5 is just—

i'm kidding. obviously i'm gonna talk about season 4, at length.

listen, being able to introduce angels this late in the game and then have them be a such perfectly hidden players is a masterstroke of genius. it just is. i am a writer guys... apart from the relentless fanfic as well lol. and when i tell you, introducing a new big player which is also (not so) secretly the next big bad and playing it off as smoothly as they did in season 4, is beyond hard. but the biggest home run these fuckers hit is castiel and the best part is they weren't aiming for a one lol. and oh oh, the way they use their very VERY limited budget to show wings with just flashing the fucking light? CINEMA! that's fucking cinema right there man. i work on film sets, i am telling you, this is the smartest filmmaking choice they make on the entire show. it adds so much visual intrigue while being so awfully easy to execute. BRILLIANt.

now i cannot talk about supernatural without talking about the deancas romance of it all, which i understand not everyone can see or wants to, which is fine. to each their own. you consume art the way you want to, i don't care much as long as you can acknowledge that castiel and dean's friendship was just some of the best written television that mankind has ever seen. is that too grand a statement? yes. does that make it any less true? no.

they even brought back the moody lighting.

and then there's the episodes this season, most of which are home runs in their own regard. just like beautiful writing, the character development for cas, for dean, for sam, even the late john winchester is wild. anna is a wonderful addition, so is uriel, and alastair? they don't make villains like him anymore, they just fucking don't. AND THAT GODDAMN PLOT TWIST AT THE END? man! the finale was just... too good. Chuck's introduction is absolutely wonderful, even if they ruin him by the end but that happens a decade later so wtv, who cares? But,,,, Jimmy. Fucking. Novak. That's all. that's the tweet. yeah. i'm gonna end the season 4 fan fair with jimmy.

moving to season 5.

subjectively speaking, this is my fucking favorite. this season is a writer's dream while also being their goddamn nightmare. so many WONDERFUL characters to play with and such a grand plot but you get to see it all on a very small, consumable scale which is just... it's too smart for me to not mention. i won't start naming the plot points and neither will i name my favourite episodes because what even is the point? all of it was fucking perfect. you don't understand how hard it is to develop characters to such an extent that they become so familiar to the audience that they know their next move before you even put it on the screen. and supernatural had that. they tied everything together with so much care and consideration, just... AAAH so good.

a special shoutout goes to endverse!cas, crowley and death this season. you all know it in your bones that those three were just the absolute scene stealers. especially death's introduction... immaculate.

they did lose a few points for not being as aesthetically pleasing as the past few seasons but hey, gabriel was enough to make a smooth recovery.

but this... this is the end of the road for me people. season 5 is where it should have ended. in no way shape or form am i saying that there aren't a few good episodes here and there after this, because there are. i think season 5 was so fucking solid, tied up so many goddamn lose ends and then just put a cute little hell shaped bow on top and i just... yeah. this was and should have been the end of the road. do not get me wrong, i love me some jack kline, charlie bradbury, kevin tran, rowena macleod and eileen lahey but were they worth the bullshit ending i had to sit through? not really.

i absolutely think if there weren't more episodes of supernatural I would never have become a destiel fan, because i started shipping them when dean made cas a mixtape in season TWELVE! but my god, the good times were so scattered amongst the horseshit that even when i found those hidden gems, they were so fucking drenched in the stink that they lost their value.

the worst of it all is that, i cannot explain to you what supernatural means to me in a million words, because it is a part of me, heart and soul. i fucking AM castiel. i am a gay little angel you hear me? i love this show. i do. i'm glad it went on for however long it did but i feel like once in a while i need to write shit like this or read shit like this to remind myself of the show that it used to be. of it's beautiful cinematography, of it's clever little storytelling techniques. of it's wonderful cast. of how epic their song choices used to be.

FUcking RENEGADE? iconic. wanted, dead or alive? cannot hear the song without hearing sam's off tune goat bleating that he called singing along.

i need to remind myself of how afraid i used to be of lucifer. of how much i cried while watching dark side of the moon; when dean and sam burst the crackers, and how i learnt the lyrics to knocking on heaven's door just because of that scene.

sometimes i just have to walk through memory lane and look back at gabriel's death, the good one, the only one. it was so fucking meaningful. i have to think of "we are making it up as we go" to be able to breathe properly because those moments were so fucking beautiful.

fuck the big ones, i even remind myself of the small ones, of dean's handwriting being in all caps, just like him. of sam's fucking huge laptop with that weird blue black sticker in the middle. of castiel's tie, that just was the right shade of blue, and hung all wrong but just naturally enough to add so much more to his character than any fucking dialogue could. every small little detail of supernatural that made it so damn supernatural. i miss it all.

idk. i'm rambling. whatever.

[darcyfangirlsfrequently]

My reaction to episode 3 of season 2 of Criminal Minds Evolution

Spoilers under the cut

"Are you okay?" Emily does that man LOOK okay?????

A deepfake porn site??? that's the big secret???? is anyone else a little disappointed???

Also there's no way voit could have said all that in such little time???

Luke: a secret will fracture the team and voit knows that and told me on purpose Emily: don't play his game then. just keep it a secret. Me: .... Huh?

Is... is this going to be the Ultimate Jemily Moment???? Is there some weird fake Jemily porn on this site which is why Emily is SO adamant JJ never find out and worried Luke looked???? If that is the case, Jemily fans I am so sorry

them managing to give Penelope a cat-related opening quote is honestly HILARIOUS

Oh, THIS is where Emily's wack-o neighbor comes in. Ofc. He was a conspiracy theorist after all

Bailey mention 😭😭😭

Oh so "that was fire" is about literal fire 🤣🤣

"Can I drink lighter fluid instead?" Babygirl you are so dramatic i love you. but please keep this energy toward tyler PLEASE

and we're back on the jet!!!

Luke looks physically uncomfortable keeping this a secret from JJ

I find it hard to believe Emily didn't know JJ already knew considering how close they used to be

This jj/luke friendship is SO important to me

Luke is babysitting 🤣🤣🤣

Luke is so awkward around those girls 😂😂😂

Sydney has a point...

I think Luke just wanted to watch anything BUT anime 🤣🤣🤣 otherwise he'll get upset

Fellow Girl Dad Luke truthers how we doing with this scene?? him teaching them to play soccer???

Luke is so smiley!!!! Like @lklvz said to me, his Adam Rodriguez is slipping out. he's such a dad!!!

Brian Garrity what's up my guyyy

They changed Brian's ex-wife's name???? In "Saturday" it was Patricia and now it's Sheila

Me, the second i hear the camera click: ohhhhhhhhhh shit

I need this couple to survive. They're probably not going to but oh my god she's pregnant i need them to survive

Penelope giving herself a script for a difficult phone call is such a mood

Tyler what the FUCK, man

TYLER PUT THE SYRINGE DOWN

wtf was that scene???

aaaand he cloned his cell phone TYLER FUCKING STOP

tyler texting penelope nooo

SHE SAID "NO" HAHA YESSSS

Oh Holly.... when i saw her pulling at her sleeves i though that was what was happening. Oh my heart is breaking for this poor girl.

oh i am SOBBING

yay they saved the couple!!!!

Not Tara calling Rossi old 🤣🤣🤣

"Pilates, upper-body work, a little help from SWAT" these visuals are hilarious

Tara you are so pretty when you smile

Luke definitely didn't tell JJ everything. i can TELL by his face there is more he wants to say to her

Oh my GOD poor JJ

Tyler Green if you show up at Penelope's house while she is stress-baking I'm gonna scream

godDAMMIT

And adding to the list of Luke/Tyler similarities, this pose Tyler is making against the door is the same pose Luke made against the frame of the elevator when he and Penelope had their first on-screen interaction

Go OFF Penelope

NO. SHUT UP ABOUT THE BLACK QUEEN.

Tyler is obsessed with Penelope being the black queen. Luke just... wants her to be herself. I feel an essay coming on

Brian's about to get himself fucking shot

JJ sweetie NO don't look i PROMISE you don't want to see

shaking cam slowly drawing away from JJ's face as she sees what's on screen.... three cheers for our director! I love Adam episodes. Although this is the first one with no garvez which makes me sad

aaaand now Emily's under arrest. perfect.

Brian you FUCKER

we are 3/3 so far for Emily saying "fuck" in an episode 🤣

[analogwriting]

The Other Side of Paradise

Chapter 6: Season 2 Episode 3

Killer x gn!reader word count: 3.1k first|next a/n: i swear that's a song title

As the party began to wind down, you found yourself on the couch in the garage. Dive was sleeping with her head in your lap. Killer was next to you with his arm around you. You were fully leaning into him, trying not to fall asleep yourself. 

“Killer, come do one last shot with us! Close the night out.” There were people scattered about, passed out in various places already. Some people were keeping the party alive and going.

He looked at your half sleeping form, shaking his head. “I think I'm good.”

“You should do it, babe,” you mumbled, sitting up and pulling away from him. “This is gonna be the last time you see some of them for a while.”

“But I'm also leaving you, too. I want to-”

You kissed him softly, smiling. “Yeah, but you still have all of tomorrow and Monday morning with me. Go. Have fun with your friends.”

He looked at you for a long moment with fondness in his eyes but otherwise an unreadable expression. “God, I love you. I don't know what I did to deserve you,” he mumbled, kissing you again before getting up. 

“You were born. Now go. I'll be fine.” You waved him off before settling back into the couch and falling asleep. 

--

The next morning, you wake up pretty early despite being up so late. It was always like this. No matter when you go to bed, you always wake up early. A blessing and a curse.

You yawned, moving a bit before realizing that Dive was still in your lap. You wiggled out from under her, trying not to wake her up and celebrating quietly when you succeeded. You do a few stretches, yawning. Your body feels stiff, probably from falling asleep on the couch in a weird position with someone in your lap.

People were passed out all over the place. You moved strategically, trying not to step on anyone or bump into them, picking up some trash as you went. You knew you had a whole morning of cleaning ahead of you. As people woke up, you’d probably have them help if they didn’t have anywhere to be immediately.

“What are you doing?” You jumped, turning to see Killer standing in the doorway to the kitchen. 

“Cleaning up a little bit.”

The two of you were always the first ones up - as always. 

“You should be resting.” You rolled your eyes at his words, waving him off. “Oh hush. I'm just fine.” You threw away everything you had in your arms before grabbing an empty trash bag. 

Killer came over, pulling the bag out of your hands. You looked up to protest but his lips found yours immediately. You had gasped slightly, giving him a chance to deepen the kiss. You couldn't help but moan into him as your arms found their way around his neck. He pressed you into the counter slightly. 

Before it could get too far, you pulled away from him. “Hold on, babe. People could wake up at any moment,” you mumbled against him. 

“It's still early. We're fine. Besides, I still need to punish you for telling Hop and Bubblegum the news beforehand.”

You couldn't help but giggle a little as a shiver ran down your spine the lower his voice dropped. “But that's not my faaaault.” You fake pouted, unable to suppress a grin.

He kissed you one more time before finally letting you go. 

“Fine. I'll get you once everyone leaves.” You bit your lip, unable to contain your grin. “Promise?”

Then you took the trash bag back from him. “Promise.” He shook his head, letting you go start picking things up. 

As the morning progressed, people slowly woke up, helping you clean up the massive mess that was left over. You’d probably do some deep cleaning after everyone left - if your boyfriend let you, that is. Might have to wait until he leaves. After all, you’re going to need to give yourself something to do to distract yourself.

 Killer was already working on making a huge breakfast for everyone. He knew that everyone would be awake by the time he finished cooking. His food could honestly wake the dead just from their aroma.

Once you have enough people picking up trash and the house, you head outside to get the tables all set up once more. Hop joined your side, helping you. The two of you made idle chit chat as you did so.

It wasn't long before everyone was outside once more and dining off delicious food. It was noisy, which isn't a hard feat; not when there were so many of you. There were so many different conversations going on. 

Slowly, people made their way out. Some of them right after breakfast, some stuck around to mingle. Your boyfriend was mostly busy saying goodbyes. He had tried to stick with you again but you'd waved him off. 

You two would have plenty of time for goodbyes later. 

--

Finally, most people are gone. Heat and Wire head out as well, both needing to start packing their things. You were cleaning up breakfast when you felt Killer lift you up into his arms. You yelped, falling into laughter. 

“Now we have some alone time.”

“Not completely. Don't be gross and loud,” Kid shouted from the living room. 

The two of you laughed. “We're just going to rest. Don't worry.” Killer headed up the stairs with you, Kid just grumbling something neither of you could understand. Probably calling a bluff or something along those lines.

Killer tosses you onto the bed and you fall into fits of laughter as he crawls in after you, kissing you before collapsing next to you, pulling you in close. 

“Now we're alone,” you mused, turning to him and kissing him softly before resting your heads together. 

“I'm going to miss you,” he mumbled. 

Your heart hurt a bit, but you let out a pained smile. “I'm going to miss you too, love,” you said, voice low. 

The two of you laid like that for a moment, just enjoying each other's company. Who knew when you’d be able to just…coexist together again.

“I'm going to fly you out as soon as I'm able.”

You look up at him, chuckling. “Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I gotta finish up my degree anyway.”

“I can provide for us. You don't have to worry.” He frowned. 

“Well, even when we get to that point, I'm going to get bored just doing nothing. I might as well get a job. Give myself something to do when you're touring and stuff.”

“You'd come with us at that point.”

“You don't ha-”

“But I want to.” 

You looked at him for a long moment, observing the determination in his eyes. Your own expression softened.  “Well, someone has to take care of the house, especially if it’s a mansion like Kid wants.. And you need time with your buds. And I think Kid wouldn't allow it anyway.” You snorted, listing off the reasons on your fingers.

“He cares about you more than you think. He was also incredibly bummed he couldn't bring you along initially.” 

Your face warmed up. You knew your own cousin cared about you, that was a given. It was still weird to hear aloud though. It was also nice, knowing that you were cared for.

“You're our honorary fifth band member, after all. And Kid still wants you to sing for us.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes. “In his dreams.” You just couldn't stand the idea of being on stage in front of thousands of people. 

“Maybe one day,” he mused, rolling over and pulling you on top of him. 

You sighed, yawning. Killer said something else but you couldn't make it out as everything caught up with you and you immediately fell asleep. 

-

You woke up some time later, seeing that several hours had passed. You noticed Killer wasn’t in bed and you grumbled for a moment, feeling the bed for him as you processed that he was missing. You were also struggling to properly wake up - still mostly asleep.

You heard movements, looking over to see Killer at the closet. Ah, he must be packing. You slowly sat up, stretching. You didn’t realize just how hard you had slept; you were pretty sure you even drooled a little. 

“Have a nice nap?” Killer’s voice made you jump as you were wiping up the dried drool from your face. You looked over to him as he was folding up a shirt, setting it in his suitcase. You stared at him for a moment, processing once more. 

“I should probably check everyone’s luggage,” you mumbled.

“Huh?”

You scrambled out of bed, tangling yourself in the blankets and started tumbling to the floor. Your boyfriend caught you with ease. “Slowdown there, partner. What’s the big rush? You’re not even awake fully yet.”

You mumbled something that you weren’t sure of and with the look on his face - he wasn’t either. You took a moment, just sitting there in his arms as you adjusted. Waking up and immediately going after napping that hard was apparently a bad idea.

“I…” You looked up at him, smiling. “Am going to double check everyone’s suitcases. Just to make sure they have all the essentials. I don’t trust any of them as far as I can throw them.” 

Killer stared at you for a moment before laughing. He nodded. “Alright. Sounds good.” He kissed your forehead, letting you bound out of the room.

You stopped at your cousin’s room, seeing his suitcase opened and things haphazardly tossed in, but he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Tungsten?” You called - no answer. Huh.

Curiosity had the best of you, making you walk in to check his suitcase. “Hey, the fuck are you doing?” You nearly jumped out of your skin as Kid came into his bedroom, pulling his headphones off. 

“Making sure you’re packing decently.”

“I’m not a child.”

“The last time I let you pack your own bag, you didn’t pack any underwear or a toothbrush.”

“I was younger then!”

“Tungsten, that was literally last month.”

He went quiet, narrowing his eyes at you. “Who needs underwear,” he mumbled.

You rolled your eyes, looking through his clothes. “Fair point, but you still need to brush your teeth at least.” 

He walked over to you, watching over your shoulder as you went through his things. Everything was dumped out, for starters.

“Hey-”

“Don’t backseat pack. If you’re gonna hover - zip it.”

Kid grumbled, folding his arms and pouting like a child; living up to his name. As he did so frequently, but so did you. Truly related.

You resumed what you were doing, folding things and putting them in the bag neatly so more could fit inside of it. “You need to make sure you’re folding things nicely. You’ll fit more that way.”

“Now, go grab your toiletries, I see you have forgotten them again.”

“I can just get new-”

“Go get them.”

“Alright, alright. Fine.” Kid grumbled, mumbling things under his breath as he left the room once again. You continued to pack his suitcase, making sure he had plenty of outfit combos, his important accessories, and once Kid came back, his toiletries.

Kid looked at the bag once you finished opening his mouth when you held up a hand. “Use the smaller suitcase I have for your tools, alright?” He immediately closed his mouth, pouting slightly because you beat him to the point. You knew he wanted to take his tools as he loved tinkering and building things in his downtime. Whether it was his car or their instruments, it didn’t matter. That’s why it was important he took his tools.

They’d be able to get more things once they get settled in, but you weren’t sure how long it would take for them to be able to do that. That’s why you were determined to make sure they had adequate packing. You knew Killer would be fine, but it was mostly just Kid you worried about. Maybe Heat a little bit, but he’d survive.

Now that you thought about it, last time the four of you went on vacation, Wire had only brought his knitting things. Maybe you should just check everyone’s - just in case. Haha…like suitcase.

“What are you grinning at?” You looked over at your cousin, shaking your head. “Nothing.”

You closed everything up, looking at him. “Well, it’s all good to go. Guess I’ll double check and make sure you have everything in the morning.”

Kid looked at you for a moment, his expression softening slightly. “You sure you don’t wanna join the band, Bigs? You’d be able to go with us.”

Your own face softened at his sudden change of mood. “I’m positive. Stagelife isn’t for me, Tungsten.” You put your hands on your hips to face him. “You just work hard and get that big house and then I’ll move in and we’ll be one big happy fa-”

You were cut off as he suddenly hugged you tightly. You patted his back awkwardly for a moment before returning the sentiment once you fully processed what was going on. He wasn’t exactly one to show affection like this, but you weren’t about to embarrass him about it. This kind of thing could be hard.

He pulled away, sniffling and turning from you. “I’m gonna go back to cleaning out the van. Don’t bother me.” With that, he put his headphones back on and headed out of the room.

--

Heat and Wire came over a little later with their things. You checked their luggage as well, scolding them and sending them back to properly pack. Heat had barely brought anything at all and Wire had forgotten to include pants of any kind.

How they were going to survive without you - you had no idea.

You were in the garage, double checking that the equipment was properly packed up when you felt Killer slide his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. “Everything checking out, manager?” 

You rolled your eyes, grinning at his little joke. You turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him softly. “I’d say so,” you mused. 

“I checked everyone’s luggage, the equipment, and made sure that Kid will actually have the van cleaned out by morning. Everything is going as scheduled.”

“Good. That means-” He stopped, picking you up and carrying you inside. “It’s time for bed.”

Once more, you fell into fits of laughter as he picked you up and carried you to the bedroom. It wasn’t long before the two of you settled down.

“I almost don’t want to go to sleep. I don’t want to miss a moment with you.” He looked at you as the two of you laid in bed, brushing his knuckle on your cheek. You smiled at him, taking his hand and kissing his palm.

“You’re always so sweet, Killi.” You shook your head. “But, you need to get plenty of rest. The lot of you have a lot of driving to do. I know Kid is taking first shift, but someone has to make sure no one gets lost.” Kid would take way too many detours and it would take them a week to get there if someone didn’t keep him focused.

“I know, I know. We’re going to try to do it all in one go. With the four of us taking turns driving, it should be relatively easy.”

“Call me as soon as you get there?”

“I’ll probably call you as soon as we leave the driveway.”

You laughed, flattered by his response. “As much as I would love that, I know it would annoy the boys. And you’re driving through plenty of dead zones, so I doubt your service will be reliable in the least.” 

He sighed, frowning deeply. “That’s true. But I’m going to text you every chance I get.”

You smiled up at him. “And I’ll answer whenever they come in, okay?”

After a few more reassurances that everything would be fine, the two of you fell asleep together for the last time.

--

The next morning, everyone was up just as the sun was peeking over the horizon. It was early. Killer was already making breakfast, you were helping everyone else pack everything into the van. It was like tetris, which you were amazing at. Everything fit like a glove when you took charge of it.

“Breakfast is ready!”

All of you headed inside, eating the hearty breakfast killer made. They needed their energy for their trip and you were just hungry.

After breakfast, you did one last check, making sure everyone had everything and everything was packed. It wasn’t like when they did shows an hour or two away and you could run something to them and they could do without. They were going to be across the damn country.

Everything was packed, loaded and ready to go. As you all walked outside, Bubblegum and Hop pulled up. They knew everyone was leaving and you were about to be alone in a large house for the first time ever so they were there for support. 

You were at the passenger side window where Killer sat, doing one last verbal checklist. “Alright, Bigs. We got everything. If you check one more time, something will end up missing on purpose.”

You held up your hands. “Fine, fine.” You looked at them, smiling. “I’m so proud of you boys, don’t forget that.” Killer smiled, gently taking your face in his hands and pulling you in for one of the most passionate kisses the two of you had ever shared. Probably the best, honestly. 

You pulled away, breathless and everything was spinning. “Make sure you call,” you mumbled against him before pressing another kiss to his lips. You felt the car begin to move, jumping back, startled.

“Tungsten!”

“Sorry, but if I let you two keep going - it’ll never end!”

You rolled your eyes, waving goodbye to them. “Drive safe! Love you! And good luck!”

Killer was leaning out of the passenger side window, looking back at you and waving as the van headed down the street. The two of you waved at each other as Bubblegum and Hop joined your side, shouting until they were out of sight.

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