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toastess-with-the-mostess · 3 months

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Let's Rewind! Toast watches Voltron: Defender of The Universe (1984)

Season 1, Episode 33: Attack of the Fierce Frogs Season 1, Episode 34: Lotor Traps Pidge

Episode 33: Attack of the Fierce Frogs

Ah yes, more Pidge trauma this episode, this show just keeps on giving

Zarkon's saying the same shit as last episode "find a weakness in voltron's armor!" like dude, you tried that and Lotor STILL got his ass kicked, now I just think you like the free show your dope of a child gives you

How does the Drule fleet keep getting into Arus space, like did we not have a whole system that alerted them of incoming enemies? This is why everything goes to shit so fast and so easily

Some children have found the pre robeast tadpoles! Obvs not knowing anything, Pidge is all to happy to educate the kids all about them god he's such a cutie, he means so much well but the universe just keeps kicking him :c

kid: idk,, it's a long walk to carry all these tadpoles,,, at that point just ask pidge to ride in green LMAO, i think he's enough of a sweetie to do that

A DOG?? I DON'T THINK WE'VE SEEN THOSE ON ARUS BEFORE

Ah yes Pidge, gifting Allura tadpoles in the hopes of one of them becoming a prince, best idea

And there's the robeast transformation, y'know if they employed this tactic more but spread it all over I feel like they'd have a better chance at destroying voltron but oh well they're forever incompetent

WELL REST IN PIECE TO THAT COAST GUARD SHIP, THEY'RE GETTING ATTACKED BY THE FROGS

The ship name is Altea, iirc in golion that was the original name for Arus, but I guess they repurposed it this time

man,,, pidge only wanted to be nice to the kids and the princess, of course something goes wrong for him again with the frogs being inside the castle AND at the kids house

PIDGE STAYS STRAPPED

the frogs sound like Pokémon

I'm sorry why are there just barrels of gasoline outside the house, that fucking dangerous

1 group of robeasts down, one giant robeast left to go

I know this is like,,, a serious situation but man does this scene feel extra dramatic you're telling me this boat is super modern/futuristic yet still has a wood steering wheel that breaks into pieces the second this guy puts any weight onto it? Okay I guess

HEY GUYS WHY ARE YOU BLOWING UP ROCKS IN FRONT OF THE SHIP THAT'S HEADING STRAIGHT FOR THEM INSTEAD OF YKNOW PUSHING THE SHIP SO IT DOESN'T CRASH INTO THE ROCKS IN THE FIRST PLACE

Oh i thought the frogs were going to amalgamate into a big robeast but ig not, they were all destroyed and Lotor sent out a whole different robeast to take on Voltron instead

NOT THE PIDGE, THE POOR BOY JUST GOT DRAGGED UNDERWATER

Okay we're good he got out of the headlock and it's voltron time! I don't think we've seen Voltron form up underwater yet, but I know he's BEEN underwater after forming so maybe it's not so bad

Oh? green lion is flooding, this is like the second or so time we've seen Voltron actually take damage? Inch resting, the stakes are getting higher

LMAO fucked up voice line, it's the red lion who helps green get off of the robeasts hold (again) but Hunk is the one who's apparently helping him, LET LANCE AND PIDGE BOND YOU FUCKS

Annnd now the cockpit of green lion is flooding, Pidge is going to have a fear of water/drowning for WEEKS

my yelling has been answered, Lance is praising Pidge for stopping the flooding and being brave while doing it, they're so brother coded your honor

Blazing sword formed, robeasts defeated, and somehow Lotor is still on Arus though he's doing his usual complaining about voltron not being defeated Looks like a reuse of a scene, cant remember which episode now, but I know I've seen it before

/episode end

Episode 34: Lotor Traps Pidge

Double Pidge episode this time, of course it's trauma filled poor boy

Sorry say that again, Planet Arus doesn't have hurricanes? What do you MEAN their storms never get to that level Coran

"We must save the buildings!" "No it's the people we must save!" Okay I know Allura's right here but wouldn't protecting the buildings also be protecting the people in it? Like be fr right now, shelter is what they need

Keith knows what up, good idea on watching out for looters in a time of crisis

Hello children fighting?? Pidge I know this is a serious time but maybe figure out why this kid is so adamant about stay behind instead of immediately throwing hands- NEVER MIND HE GOT BITCH SLAPPED WITH A DEAD RABBIT GET HIS ASS PIDGE

IM SORRY DID PIDGE JUST STEP IN A FUCKING TRAP?? THAT'S HORRIFYING also he did mention they were illegal, and I love that he believes in the government but buddy no government is your friend, literally remember what happened to Balto, two governments failed you AT THE SAME TIME

The kid's name is Tommy (real original dotu) and he helped pidge out of the trap and back to his house, great timing for pidge to remember he mentioned something about staying back to take care of someone which he realizes is his sick mother Maybe listening first before throwing hands is a better option Pidge lmao

Zarkon: Don't harm the planet or people more than nexessary, I want them all! Lotor: I'm planting a bomb under the crust of Arus to blow up the castle and the planet Zarkon: EXCELENT! Make it make sense you guys

Pidge how do you know what a groundhog is, actually why am I asking I feel like he'd learn about every earth holiday, and it's history for funsies

Did they reuse the dream sequence Lotor had a while ago in this too? The scene seems so familiar especially because it has Allura in a wedding dress

Why do the villains keep calling the team and the people of Arus humans? Like I'm assuming here they're all aliens (minus Keith Lance Hunk and Sven) so why humans? Maybe it's an old colony planet that eventually grew into its own society and subrace

Pidge and Tommy are officially friends, how cute also Pidge's foot is still giving him trouble, which I'D ASSUME SO SO WHY IS HE RUNNING ON IT

PIDGE JUST GOT PUNCHED AGAIN BY ONE OF LOTORS COMMANDERS EXCUSE ME?? this is a very violent episode for dotu omg

Hunk pls,, i'm on the other guys' side now please dont rant to a sick mother about letting her son go caving could kill him, she has enough to worry about and she doesn't even know the half of it!

VERY VIOLENT THIS EPISODE HUH DOTU, Pidge and tommy and strapped to the giant bomb now, totally not horrifying to two little boys

Lance comes in to save them! I'm not sure how blowing up the control table for the bomb stops it instead of blowing the thing up but yeah i can work with that logic, except now the castle is being attacked and ofc Allura was left behind in there

All is mostly well now, all five lions are out again, and hey Lotor's actually prepared this time and his robeast was the drill he's been using this entire episode, thats pretty smart

Voltron formed, robeast defeats, and apparenty the bomb timer wasn't actually stopped? but jk it was and the team threw the bomb into space where they exploded it themselves get your facts right dotu, this is a lot even for you

/episode end

#voltron #voltron defender of the universe #voltron dotu #80s voltron #voltron pidge #dotu pidge #hiroshi suzuki #let's rewind!#toast talks #it's been a little bit hasn't it!#yeah depression isn't nice I've found out #but! I'm making time for this again because I genuinely would like to finish watching dotu

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hellcatinnc · 5 months

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Bungo Stray Dogs Season 3 Anime Review

Includes Spoilers

Now this was a season that covered alot and I loved every minute of it. so far each season I swear gets better and I'm so in love with the plot, characters, everything. I've come along ways from when I first started but think my top 5 stand strong now Chuuya, Akutagawa, Atsushi, Dazai, & Kunikida. Don't get me wrong when Sakunosuke Oda was alive he was my number 4 over Dazai but since he isn't anymore thats my new order based on season 3.

I honestly wasn't expecting to like the show down between the two factions with Yukichi Fukuzawa versus Ōgai Mori. I haven't once ever cared for Mori and even in this season I still don't. Its not like he wouldn't be a good character however he is so stuck on his daughter with her powers saving his filthy ass. I just read over this character and seems like its not his daughter yet sometimes he calls her his wife... I'm gonna leave it at that cause that just got weirder for me. Like grow some balls dude. Then there is Fukuzawa he oh my god he is a bad ass. His personality to me is like Kunkida you don't see his gentle side right off the bat and he grows on you in time but once he does you can enjoy the character how should have be. When he got killed I was gonna lose my shit so I was happy his death didn't stick.

Up until this season I always felt for Higuchi being in love with Akutagawa but by this season you realize she has a very unhealthy obsession over him not quiet the same. Bot sure where there future can go from here and I really do feel like she is in love with him but sadly I feel like he doesn't think he is worthy of love which is why he shows none to no one more than his sister really. What I don't get is how she couldn't look at gin beside her brother and tell they were siblings I could. Her jealousy streak kicked in and that was the end of that, even to the point she was willing to push Atsushi into dating her to keep her sweet Akutagawa to herself. I feel what you saw in the first season of how she would die for him and how he thanked her I think if he thought more highly of himself he might actually could be accepting of something with her. She is the only one who cares not on what he has done but would be willing to stand by and die by his side.

Now lets take a stroll back to Chuuya and his past as a 15 year old and up. Damn he was hot even as a kid FFS. Anyways so many people ship him with Dazai but by this season if there was a ounce of me that thought it should happened it died here. Now let me explain so you see how they meet and they hate each other from the start. Chuuya is in a mission to take down port mafia for destroying the city he calls home. He works along other kids to do this, however Dazai brings him into Mori and this is where Chuuya's life gets changed. However he still hates them he is willing to work with them to get to a bigger picture in what he sees as a way to still take them down.

Then you have Dazai who goes out of his way to let Chuuya's friends know he is with the mafia now even though he hasn't actually signed on. Dazai is a master manipulator and when Chuuya had his friends try to kill him because they thought he was a traitor Dazai stepped in telling him only if he joins the port mafia will he protect the kids and wipe the rest out so he agrees. Like seriously how can someone ship that bullshit Chuuya is such a better man. Only reason Dazai stays on my list is because he still is a likable character but he has fucked over alot of people. I mean he wonders why Chuuya hates him yes he trusts him with his life but still hates him because after dragging his life into the mafia Dazai just leaves one day without even a word. I will say though I love his attitude from the start its super hot in my book.

So I'm not a fan of these two together and the fact they ended up at one point because of her powers naked together I just was a bit irritated. She is like a hateful tsundere chick yet always blames him for everything. He is so much better with Kyouka and more chemistry too. Plus even though I know some ship these two its one sided on Lucy. I saw this because time and time again he has showed he would die to protect Kyouka even sleeps in her closet to be by her side. We all know Lucy is selfish she has no issue sacrificing him if need be but Kyoka won't she has time and time again put her life on hold for him as well I think thats why I think they are a healthier ship.

Kyouka and Atsushi are just too cute together and don't get me wrong the closet scene is from the movie I had forgot to mention it but after showing proof him and Lucy should never be together I felt it was necessary to show this when talking about these two ships together. There is nothing else that works for me and I will ship them too the end. Plus I think they need each other like nothing else.

Watching Atsushi struggle with the only man he knew as a father die was heartfelt. I understood why he hated him and why it hurt to even think about however Dazai was right in one thing he said to him that he wouldn't be the man he turned out to be if he hadn't been raised the way he was. Then when he started crying after that made me tear up I love Atsushi his heart is so good he is the cinnamon roll of this show.

Then when they showed Kyouka as a child after watching her parents killed right in front of her broke my heart. Like seconds before it all happened her father was talking about how happy he was to spend more time with his wife and daughter then all this goes down and her life is forever changed.

Watching Kunkida break after watching the child that Fyodor had kill herself in front of him. No matter what this man loves kids and I think would make an absolute great father. Like seriously to me he reminds me alot of Sakunosuke for that with his orphan kids. These men would make the best fathers of all the men on this show. It so hurts to watch him hurt though so I felt for him in this scene.

Ok am I the only one that hates Fyodor like sure he is hot in a psychotic kind of way. I feel like he would be the yandere of this show thats for sure but I don't know he is just heartless I can't like him in any way. Shoot I like Mori more than this son of a bitch. I can see going fourth I'm going to hate seeing him on the show over and over again.

Ok Ranpo taking on Chuuya was pretty hot not gonna lie. Like his attitude his confidence I think the first time I found this man sexy as fuck. I think Chuuya is better but still you go Ranpo bout time you step that sex appeal up.

That moment when Kyouka tries to kill Akutagawa was very memorable but even more so that when she didn't succeed and for the first time he tells her he sees she has changed and found happiness and that he is happy for her. He proved even to her he isn't all bad he does have a heart no matter how much he tries to hide it.

These two fight and tell each other off but in the end they fight well together. I also believe they understand each other way more than they even realize. You even see when he lends him his powers so he can beat the bad guy in the end of this season. He asks why he fights and I guess he liked and respected his answer so instead of them both dying they both fought to survive as they always did. Its funny to see how Atsushi is coddled by Dazai making him better but yet he Dazai was also the man to break both Chuuya and Akutagawa.

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ravenintraining · 1 year

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MAG 1- Anglerfish

I hate hearing the first episodes of anything over again because the voices lack all of the personality they grow into over time. Especially this posh prick I'm hearing right now.(/j)

(analysis under cut so i don't feel bad)

Anyways, let's get down to business.

I've spent many of the last few weeks trying to visualize the layout of the Archives(for fic writing purposes), and the part where he can see thousands just from where he's sitting (in a room with a door separating it from the rest of the area, as is mentioned later) really throws all of that off. I like to think he saw a bunch of boxes full of papers and assumed those were statements, even though in the event that his predecessor wasn't an eldritch horror they're probably be print-offs from seminars or audit logs or literally anything else. In my head all of them are actually mounds of scrap paper from a local school so that Elias has to deal with the information overload of creative writing classes.

"so the only thing in most of the files are the statements themselves" this is REALLY outing Jon for not understanding what an Archive does. Why, pray tell, would the research be down in long-term storage? When you have a whole section of this Institute called RESEARCH DIVISION? Obviously they'd keep their OWN RECORDS UP THERE. Probably digitized by now because you all had your own computers. Give me a BREAK.

"he's not likely to contribute anything but deh-LAYS >://" i think you should re-adjust that stick up your ass it's starting to effect your Brain. you've known this dude for all of an hour tops calm your tits. Technically speaking so far the only one that's delayed you was your inability to record something digitally and so it's You who is currently delaying the Archives. Chomp my dick loserboy.

Just remembered that these recordings are available to the public. Dog no college student gives a shit about you and your problems they're just gonna make fun of you on the internet. Actually I think a really funny socmed au could come out of the twitter commentary of someone reading the statements from the magnus institute bc the transcriber drops his drama ALL OVER them.

they must have gotten SO many statements in 2012. I mean, people thought the world was going to end. This of course is the largest part behind why I think the Extinction isn't real and is just a version of the End, because it would have manifested in either 1999 or 2012 when everyone was so worried the world would end. (which also, sidenote, i think could have been perfect explanations of end rituals that failed. i think end avatars would 100% try at least a few times)

sorry I haven't even gotten to the statement yet. idk this one really isnt even that interesting? like oooo dude trips on brick path, stranger ignores that he hurt himself and wants to bum a cigarette. i think it would be better if the anglerfish like actually got its hand(s?) on him and then he got away instead bc without that the only scary part is the implications the episode name gives you. it leads to a great reveal of what happened to the victims later on in the melanie statement (stapling her skin back on) but without that context it's just a dude who's talking to you without opening his mouth.

"el oh el" i bet tim and sasha took the tape after he recorded it just to hear how jon would pronounce 'lol.' i only think that bc that's what I would do.

it is interesting that the body doesnt show up in the images though. like i figured considering the way the stranger loves manipulating digital tech that it would get a kick out of the picture showing the guy just floating there boreing its eyes into your skull. like i get it was meant to be the "light" of the anglerfish creating the illusion of a harmless creature that then turns out to not be there but come onnnn is that Really a stranger thing to do. could be so much better. the stranger should get a suggestion box i have some thoughts.

okay that's all folks. catch you tomorrow for the same shenanigans

#mag relisten tag #tma tag #the magnus archives

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lou-struck · 2 years

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The Manliest Cookie

Eijirou Kirishima x reader

Day 13: Gingerbread

25 Days of Ficmas Masterlist

WC: 1,000+

-You and your boyfriend start the season of holiday baking with the Manliest cookie, the gingerbread man.

This is the season for giving back to others, which is why your boyfriend Eijirou has been dedicating so much of his time to helping those who need it. He has been going to Children's hospitals, attending charity events, and even going around to shovel the driveways in elderly residents to try and make a difference in at least one person’s life.

So when he heard through the heroic grapevine that there is to be a dessert auction among pro heroes, their agencies, and other people with hefty wallets, he signed both your names so that the proceeds can be used for helping those who are less fortunate.

There was a slight problem though, he doesn't really know all that much about baking. The first thing he could think of was “Gingerbread Men.” because in his opinion it is the manliest cookie there is so he puts it down in his horrendous penmanship before heading home to see you.

When he walks in the door he looks at you with big puppy dog eyes.

“Eiji?” you ask as he tries to pad up to you especially for how big he is. “Is there something you need?” You are trying so hard to keep a serious face but when he acts like this you can't help but have a smile crack through your false disposition.

“Pebble! How do you feel about baking cookies with me tonight?” he asks with a shark-toothed grin. Never being able to resist him you nod as he pulls you from the armchair you were lounging in interlocking your fingers with your own.

“I have never seen you bake before, what would we make?” you say letting him drag you to the kitchen.

“Gingerbread,” he says enthusiastically.

“Alright then,” you say. “Let's see what we need to do.”

With that, you pull up a recipe on your phone while Kiri makes himself busy sneaking kisses between tasks.

It shouldn't be so hard to make cookies right?

Wanting to not be the kind of person who brings store-bought cookies to the bake sale you decide to make it from scratch heading to the store to get what you already don't have in your kitchen. AS well as some new cookie cutters to make the house foundation and the little “Gingerbread dudes” as your boyfriend oh so affectionately calls them.

The two of you struggle a bit when it comes to adding the ingredients, not because you don't have the right amount or anything, but because your dear, sweet boyfriend keeps trying to deviate from the recipe.

Kirishima is on a huge health kick right now. If he had to choose between you and protein powder he would hesitate. So you keep having to move the bowl of batter off the mixer so he doesn't add a few scoops of protein powder to the dough.

“Eiji, the recipe doesn't call for protein powder,” you say once again dodging the little scooper.

“Come on babe, a little extra protein won't kill anyone.” he laughs once again lunging for the bowl.

“Not a chance,” you say, jerking the bowl safely out of his reach as powder flies up in the air and hits you rather aggressively in your face. Knowing when to stop your boyfriend puts the protein powder down with a half-hearted apology laughing about how silly you look.

But as he gently wipes down your face with a warm washcloth you know he feels a little bad.

After the frosting is whipped up and the cookies are cut and cooled on a wire rack you start to shape the house since it has already chilled for a bit.

Constructing the house is definitely not a one-person job. Eijirou is a bit too strong when it comes to using the piping bag so he is diligently holding the slabs of Gingerbread in place until the icing cools enough to support the weight of the buildings.

If you weren't so concentrated on the task at hand you would have noticed how intensely your boyfriend is looking at you, he can't help it he thinks you look absolutely adorable when you are so focussed with the piping bag, your tongue peeking out ever so lightly.

Once the house is done the two of you try to decorate the little men. Eijirrou looks concerned as you hand him a piping bag filled with different stems of icing.

“I don't think it will look good if I do it,” he says nervously looking down at the naked cookie in front of him with concern.

“Eiji, it doesn't need to be perfect, but decorating is the funniest part of making cookies,” you tell him supportively offering to help out with the tiny details like the face if he needs it.

Feeling encouraged he decides to use the different colors to make his friends. He ends up making a whole lineup of frosted pro heroes trying his best to pipe down any noticeable features as you do the same.

“I never realized how many of our friends have spiky hair,'' he says, creating a yellow hairstyle with a jagged black stripe that must be Kaminari. Before adding some touches to the others feeling much more confident in his abilities.

As you finish piping Bakugous signature scowl on his cookie persona you realize Wijirou has one more touch to add to all of the cookies.

“Eijirou… you don’t have to put a six-pack on every gingerbread man,” you say realizing that they all have frosted abs.

“ Hey, sexist much?” he says with mock offense in his voice. “I also put them on the women too…” he explains piping some abs on top of Mina’s cookie as well laughing like a little gremlin.

Stepping back to admire your handiwork. Eijirou starts to place all the cookies up in tiny stands. The frosting starts to run a bit but he doesn't care feeling so proud that the two of you make a whole gingerbread settlement for the exchange.

He steps back to snap a picture of the final project to send to his friends in order to “advertise his product”

Neither of you notice this but the next night at the event, your dessert was the first one purchased for a ridiculous price. You also don't notice Bakugou taking the dessert off to his car before rejoining the party acting unimpressed with the whole event.

#bnha eijiro kirishima #kirishima x reader #bnha fluff #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima eijirou #bnha x reader #my hero academia #bnha #kirishima fluff #kirishima x y/n #kirishima #mha kirishima #kirishima imagine #eijirou kirishima fluff #eijirou x reader #25 days of fic mas #mha eijirou

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silverisbestboy · 4 years

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Sonic Boom x Reader

Requested by @blackace1993: Conversation was accidentally deleted but from what I remeber of it, they wanted hc for the Sonic Boom characters who has a partner who frequently gets into trouble and/or captured by Eggman. They didn't specify which character they wanted so I just did all of them minus Tails. Hope you enjoy!

Sonic:

There's no denying it

Sonic was smitten

The moment you set foot on the island Sonic was taken aback by you

To him, you were drop dead gorgeous with a great personality so I guess you could say it was love at first sight for him

This boy is a fool for you

It's actually quite funny watching him zip across the island at the slightest remark that you need something

"Man, you what? I'm feeling kind of hungry"

"Say no more!" He'll say as he zooms away and reappears seconds later with a chili dog in hand

"Uhhhh"

But, unfortunately for you, being in any sort of relationship with Sonic is not wothout complication

Eggman sees you as a new oppurtunity to best Sonic and ends up taking you hostage on a regular basis

The first time it happens, Sonic all but destroys Eggman's fortress looking for you

But after it continuously happening, it starts getting kinda old

"Greeting Sonic! I see you've come to rescue your little girlfriend"

"Yeah, yeah. Can we just we just get to the part where I clobber you?"

It gets to the point where Sonic starts teaching you how to defend yourself so you can hold your own against Eggman

Not that he doesn't mind rescuing, it's just he can't always be there to protect

With the amount of times they've had to save you, the team are already very familiar with you and consider you apart of their friend group

But as you get better is self-defence, Sonic officially announces you as part of the team and you start joining them on missions

While Sonic does tend to stick to your side more than his other teammates during battle, he's glad to have you fighting alongside them

After all, he's happy to spend as much time with you as possible, even if that means having to bash Eggman's robots to do so

Knuckles:

You're not a bad person

So what if you have anger issues

So what if you get into fights from time to time

So what if you've been in trouble with the cops before

Doesn't mean you're a bad person, it just means you've.... got some issues

One day you're not in the best mood and have already had a pretty shitty day, and you're just a ticking time bomb waiting to explode

So it's no wonder that when a big guy bumps into you and causes you to drop the tray of food you're holding, you go off on him

Unfortunately for you, this guy is huge, a tall red echidna with bulking arms that looks like he could punch you into next week

But you're not one to back down from a fight, you've beaten up guys twice your size before and you're not afraid to do it again

"Woah, hey, sorry about that, didn't see you there."

What, is he dense?! Who does this guy think he is barrelling into anyone he pleases just because he's big? You bet he was just gonna walk off without even helping you. Well, you'd show him!

Without warning, you lunged at the echidna with the intent of knocking him over the same way he almost did to you

But you underestimated his initial strength and reflexes and he caught you midair with your legs kicking and your hands clawing for his face

"Woah, dude chill! I said I was sorry!"

He just kinda holds you up in air at arms length with you kicking and screaming until you eventually tire yourself out

The echidna stares at you cautiously

"Are you good now?"

After a moment, you reluctantly nod, and he gently sets you back on your feet

He then carefully leans down without takong his eyes off you and grabs your burger which is still wrapped in foil and reaches it out to you

"How about we start over? I'm Knuckles."

You thought after that encounter, that was the last you'd see of him

But one day, you've gotten yourself into another fight, and to say you're losing would be an understatement

It's once again, a guy twice your size and he's absolutely beating the crap out of you

But by some miracle, Knuckles happens to be walking by and immediately notices you

He steps in to save you, and the guy you're fighting knows about Knuckles being part of Sonic's team and doesn't even bother attempting to fight him

Knuckles takes your half conscious body to Tails's work shop where they fix you up

After that, Knuckles refuses to leave you alone

Even if you try to leave, he always ends finding you to make sure you don't get into more trouble

He helps you find outlets for your anger by sparring and working out with him

You grow a soft spot for Knuckles that you'd never thought you'd have for anyone

He's your big goofball that somehow always manages to calm you down and get you out of whatever trouble your in

Though it's beyond you why anyone would want to put up with you, eespecially a lovable ray of sunshine like Knuckles, you're so grateful that you have someone like himin your life to keep you in check

A/N: Might make more hcs for that because I absolutely love the idea of big, strong goofball Knuckles having a little ball of pure rage as a partner.

Amy Rose:

Some would say you're a pacifist

Some would say you care too much

Some would say you're too nice

But you like to think that you're just trying to do good in the world

You're definitely the type of person that hates conflict and wants everyone to get along, and you're more often than not a bit of a pushover

You like to give people benefit of the doubt and prefer to see the good in people, although sometimes, this affects you negatively

A kindly looking (or at least in your opinion) wolf with a showman's top hat and a certain glint his eyes one day stops you in your tracks and asks you ever so politely if you would kindly lend him some money to help feed his family

Of course, you're quick to help, but little do you know that this is none other than T.W. Barker himself, and he's been watching you carefully for some time

He notices the way you jump at the oppurtunity to help someone in need, and he being a con man at heart, decides to take advantage of that

But before you can lend the man all the money you have in your pocket, a certain pink hedgehog decides to interfere

"Hey, you leave her alone Barker! Go find your own ATM machine!"

Amy Rose herself stands not far behind you, hammer in hand and ready for trouble

"N-now, now, let's not be too hasty. I was simply accepting a generous donation from this unsuspecting-- I mean self-less young lady."

"Yeah right. Beat it before I hammer you into next Tuesday, punk!"

You're in utter shock as the seeming wolf in sheep's clothing (pun intended) makes his escape

"Gotta look out for scumbags. Seems this village is getting more and more of them everyday. Anyways, I'm Amy, what's your name?"

Since then, Amy keeps a close eye on you to make sure you don't become prey to anymore scam artists

Now Amy will never admit she has anger issues, but she does get... irritated from time to time

On more than one occasion, you're there to help her calm down and have a sleepover planned or a spa day for when things get particularly rough for her

Whenever she needs help choosing which paint to redo her wall with, or which dress she should wear to a party, she calls you up, because no matter what you're interests are or how inconvenient the timing might seem, you're ready to help a friend, even with mundane things

Amy has you become a part of the Sonic family, and while you never do join them in battles, you help keep the peace between the team whenever there's an argument

And Amy always makes sure your overly caring attitude isn't being taken advantage of

No matter the time or the place, Amy knows she can always count on you, and you know she's always got your back

Sticks:

Well this is quite the predicament you've gotten yourself into

A lot of people would descibe you as clumsy, but you knew you just bad luck

And to prove just that, here you were dangling upside from a rope trap after deciding to take a liesure stroll through the forest

What are we, nomads? Who sets out traps in the middle of the woods anymore?!

After about 20 minutes, the blood is rushing to your head and you're starting to feel faint

But just as you think that your bad luck will finally be the end of you, figure bursts from the bushes with a fierce battle cry

It's a badger girl with a boomerang clutched in her paw, ready for a fight

But after a moment she realizes just who's gotten caught up in her trap

"Hey, what's the big idea?! Why're you in my snare?"

"Why am I in your snare? Why did you put out a snare you loon?!"

After about 5 minutes of arguing, Sticks reluctantly cuts you down, begrudgingly explaining that she set out a trap for any woodland monsters

You run into her again on another walk, crossing a small stream before tripping on one of the stepping stones and almost falling in before a furry arm wraps around your waist

"You outta be more careful out here. The wilderness is no place to be a klutz."

"Hey, I'm not a klutz. I just have bad luck is all."

And what more to gain the attention of a superstitious badger than the possibility of supernatural forces at play

"You could've been hexed by a witch. Or worse, there could be a vengeful spirit after you! We gotta get you an exorcist!"

"I'm fine, I'm just unlucky. Always have been always will be."

"We should still burn some sage in your home just to be sure."

You let Sticks do what she wants with you, after all, her superstitious perspective is a nice change from everyone just thinking your clumsy

You think her attempts to "cleanse" you are endearing, she tries something new everyday, and you end up learning a thing or two about survival and the corruptedness of politics from her

Weeks later, her attempts slowly dwindle down, and she just comes to accept she's just gonna have to keep an extra close eye on you, especially when she sets out booby traps

The time y'all have spent together, although it was somewhat motivated by Sticks not wanting to get whatever curse you exposed her to, lead to y'all having a close bond

Everyone has their quirks, she's paranoid and you're clumsy, but you two always manage to work things out

And that's the beauty of a relationship

A/N: Sorry I haven't been that active lately, so take this as an apology. Four hcs for the price of one!

#sonic headcanons #sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic x reader #sonic boom #amy rose x reader #sticks the badger x reader #knuckles the echidna x reader

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Book Update

If anyone is wondering when Hard To Handle will be coming out, I have some news! So, for those who don't know, Hard To Handle is an original A Helping Hand rewrite featuring Harper and Owen (Killian and Emma) and will be part 2 of the series. And if you haven't guessed yet, part 1 features Audrey and Brady (Elsa and Liam from A Helping Hand) with a Harper and Brady friendship. For those interested in their story, I have a little treat for you below. However, this Sneak peek doesn't show Audrey and Brady meeting yet because I haven't gotten that far.

This is sort of an enemies to lovers story (I say sort of because their "enemy" status in the beginning is too complicated to slap a label on it) that starts off with Harper and Audrey butting heads with their new neighbor, Brady, and him and Audrey exchanging love hate letters. 😉 Then Brady and Audrey form an alliance and break up Harper and Bryce. I promise it's not evil like it sounds because Brady discovers Bryce is cheating on Harper. Remember, Bryce is the Neal of AHH.

This book is a bit darker than book 2 because of the toxic nature of Harper's relationship with Bryce, and because Audrey often pays the price for his shenanigans, but there's still humor and fun in this one.

Anyway, here are the first few chapters. I may post more if anyone's interested ❤️

Chapter One

Brady

There are strange sounds coming from the unit next door.

Laughter maybe?

Yes, definitely laughter.

More like Cackling. From one—make that two—females.

Two loud, annoying females.

Just great.

I take pride in being a fairly simple man who doesn’t need much to be happy. A few things like fishing, enjoying an ice-cold beer and having a few moments of quiet time usually does the trick. Even the sound the can makes whenever I crack open the pull tab of Coors Light is music to my ears. I finally have time to relax after sweating my ass off from all the unpacking I did. I just moved in today and couldn’t stand the idea of tripping over boxes or searching through them every time I needed to use something. I was unable to stop unpacking until every single item in those boxes had a home.

Now I’m able to sit back in my patio chair, prop my feet up on the plastic stool and breathe in the pleasantly cool evening air, enjoy a refreshing, ice-cold beer and some quiet time.

Or at least I was able to until my air of tranquil serenity was so rudely disturbed by my cackling neighbors.

They could at least close their balcony doors, so the entire building doesn’t have to hear them.

I’m already in a foul mood, and the two laughing hyenas aren’t helping. If anything, my mood is worse than it was when I was packing.

They, however, sound like they’re having a grand old time. Doing what exactly, I’m not sure, but it sounds like one of them needed a break from studying and the other one is encouraging her to get drunk and let loose. Which means they’re college students.

Just fucking perfect.

This is exactly why I moved off campus, even though it meant paying rent and enduring a much longer commute to work.

It’s just my luck to get stuck living next to two loud teenagers or early twenty-something-year-olds. I’m around college students all the time, considering I’m an instructor; I don't need to live next to them, too. I learned that very quickly.

Young adults, my ass. More like impudent children.

I feel like the property management should’ve included that minor detail in the apartment listing. Or that not everyone is required to follow their uniform policies.

A peaceful, friendly community? Ha!

The management will definitely be hearing from me about their false advertising.

“Dude, I’m sorry to tell you this, Harp, but your boyfriend’s a fucking loser! Even Elisa said so!”

“He’s just misunderstood!”

“Misunderstood?! Bryce is such a creep!”

“Is not!”

I take a swig of my beer through gritted teeth. I really wish I had a TV right now.

It won’t be delivered until tomorrow, though. Which is very unfortunate and inconvenient at the moment because I need a distraction from reality. Listening to their conversation makes me furious and sad at the same time because it reminds me of me and my brother arguing about his girlfriend. I kept trying to tell Owen she was no good for him, but he wouldn’t listen. I bet this Bryce guy isn’t married, though.

Or maybe he is; I really don’t know.

I need something to take my mind off the overwhelming urge I feel to hop on a plane, fly to Chicago and kick my brother’s ass for being the fucking moron he is. And let me tell you, the urge is very strong right now. Earlier today, Owen told me the woman he’s been seeing is married. They’ve been dating for six months, during which she was lying to him the entire time. I already didn’t like her very much to begin with because she was a controlling bitch—I’m the only one who’s allowed to be a controlling bitch to my brother—and because ever since he started seeing her, I haven't been able to hang out with him very much. Whenever we made plans, he canceled them because Naomi wanted to spend time with him instead. And he was my best friend. Now he tells me she’s married and that he’s still staying with her.

What the actual fuck?

He’s so brainwashed by her, I couldn’t talk a lick sense into that goddamn head of his. Now he wants me to be okay with them staying together while she’s still with her husband?

Fuck that shit.

“Okay listen, if you’re going to talk shit about my boyfriend, we’re going to need more wine.”

“Agreed.”

It becomes silent next door for a few minutes, which makes me sigh in relief. Soon I hear, “Son of a fucking bitch!”

There’s a litany of curses and then, “We need a new corkscrew!”

“But we’re too drunk to drive anywhere!”

Damn, if only I had a corkscrew so they could drink more wine, get drunker and become even louder and more annoying than they already are.

That’s actually not a bad idea, though. If they’re anything like my ex-girlfriend, the quicker they get drunk, the quicker they’ll be ready to sleep. The quicker I’ll finally have my peace and quiet.

I contemplate driving down to the corner store, but what would I even say if I showed up at their door with a corkscrew they didn’t ask for? Oh, hi, I was eavesdropping on your conversation and took it upon myself to go to the store and buy you this corkscrew so you could both drink yourselves into an alcohol-induced coma and I could finally have some peace and quiet?

Nope, I definitely can’t say that.

Chapter Two

Audrey

“Son of a fucking bitch!”

When I rush into the kitchen to see why my roommate’s cussing up a storm, I’m expecting the counter and floor to be covered in wine and shattered glass, even though I didn’t hear any glass break, but Harper’s just holding the corkscrew and staring at the top of the bottle.

“What’s wrong?”

“We need a new corkscrew!” Harper grabs the bottle of wine and points the top of it at me. The cork is still jammed into the neck of the bottle, and the worm of the corkscrew is stuck inside it.

Which is very unfortunate.

She’s been studying her ass off, except for the occasional interruptions from her asshat of a boyfriend, Bryce. She had a really tough time getting him to finally leave so she could study, and she had to literally push him out the door. So I thought Harper could use a break and I could feel saner again by indulging in some wine. But one bottle of wine quickly turned into two. Or rather, it would’ve if not for the end of the corkscrew inside the cork.

Fuck.

“But we can’t drive anywhere,” I point out, considering how tipsy we both are, even though we only went through one bottle between us. But we’re both lightweights.

“Hold on,” she says, picking up her phone from the counter.

I cock my brow. “You do realize Amazon Prime takes two days to ship, right?”

“Yeah, I know, Aud. I’m not that drunk.” After looking at something on her phone for a minute, she leaves the kitchen, returns with one of her tennis shoes and sets the phone down to pick up the wine bottle. She places the bottom of the bottle inside the heel of the shoe, raises her hands above her head and goes to one of the walls in a striking pose.

I rush over and put my hand on her arm to stop her. “Wait, what are you doing?”

“This will push the cork out.”

“But won’t the wine spill all over?”

“Not if I can only push the cork part of the way out and then pull it off the rest of the way.” She hits the shoe against the wall a few times, but the cork doesn’t budge.

“Why don’t we see if any of the neighbors have a corkscrew,” I suggest. “This method doesn’t seem to be working.”

She sighs and drops her arms. “Who do you think would have one?”

“What about Mandy? She’s a wine drinker.”

Harper shakes her head. “She doesn’t get home from the office until late on Mondays. And there’s no way I’m trying mister grumpy pants across the hall. It always seems like he’ll snap at any moment. Plus, once his dog starts yapping, she never shuts up.”

“What about the new guy who just moved in next door?”

I shake my head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. What if he’s an ax murderer?”

“I saw him earlier when he was moving in. He seems harmless enough, and is kind of cute, actually.”

“Yeah, well so was Ted Bundy. And I’d like to stay alive with my head intact, thank you very much.” I haven’t seen the new neighbor yet, but I don’t think going over to a stranger's place while we’re both a little tipsy is the best idea, for several reasons.

She flicks her hand. “Well, you don’t have to go. I will.” She grabs her keys, removes her pepper spray from the attached chain and throws her keys back on the counter before heading toward the door.

“Harp, wait…”

Ignoring my pleas as I follow behind her, she slips into her Nike slides. “I’ll be fine. I got my handy dandy pepper spray,” she says, holding it up.

Before I can talk some sense into her, she’s already dashing out the door and calling out over her shoulder, “If I’m not back in five minutes, call 911!”

I sigh and lean against the door, pressing my ear against it so I can listen for Harper’s screams or any signs of a struggle.

Chapter Three

Brady

When I head inside from the balcony, there’s a knock on the front door. I scratch my head and stride over to answer it, wondering who it could be. I just moved into this apartment today, so I literally don’t know any of my neighbors yet.

I open the door to a skinny blonde with green eyes, long, shimmering hair and soft pink lips. She’s easy on the eyes, but I have a feeling she’s one of the laughing hyenas next door. She’s not as young as I thought she’d be, though. She looks to be around my brother’s age. When I give her a once-over, I notice the pepper spray she’s trying to hide in her fist.

I wince at the sight of it. She doesn’t even have the safety lock on.

I offer a tight-lipped smile. “Hello.”

“HiI’myournextdoorneighbor,” she mumbles, her words slurred together. She’s a little tipsy and has to lean against the doorframe so she doesn’t fall over.

“How can I help you, next-door neighbor?” I ask, keeping my eyes on the pepper spray. The sight of it brings back too many painful memories. Memories I’d rather keep locked away.

“I was wondering if you had a corkscrew my roommate and I could borrow?”

On the balcony, I wanted to strangle the two neighbors who were interrupting my quiet time, but now I feel very protective. She’s obviously drunk, yet stumbling over to a neighbor she doesn’t even know. I mean, I like to consider myself an overall decent human being, or as I’ve been called before, “one of the good guys,” but this woman doesn’t know that. She knows nothing about me, yet she’s over here asking to borrow a corkscrew. And yes, she’s carrying a weapon, but I doubt she knows how to use it properly, and with how tipsy she is, I doubt she’d even be fast enough to use it.

“I’m sorry, I don’t.”

Her smile fades, but she looks determined, so I’m hoping she doesn’t go knocking on all her neighbors' doors asking for a corkscrew.

“I could buy you one,” I offer, trying to sound as polite as possible. Which is difficult when I’m irritated.

Her eyes widen in surprise. “Really? You’d do that?”

I cross my arms and give her a stern look. “On one condition.”

She nods excitedly. “Of course, anything.”

I’m so glad I’m a nice guy because this woman seems far too trusting, and I’m afraid of what would’ve happened if I were anything less than a decent human being. “I’ll go and get you a corkscrew if you return to your apartment and keep the noise down for the rest of the night. And maybe close your balcony doors so the entire building can’t overhear your childish conversation.”

I’m thinking this is a very reasonable request. I’m willing to leave the comfort of my apartment to get in my car and go to the corner store to get some women I don’t know a corkscrew, and all they have to do is put a cap on the noise.

But the scowl on her face tells me she doesn’t agree. “First of all,” she raises her index finger, “ruu-uuuuuuude!” She raises another finger. “Secondly, my roommate and I aren’t children. We’re having a stressful week and were finally able to relax and drink some wine when the corkscrew broke. But that’s okay, we’ll figure out how to get the cork off ourselves!” She turns on her heels and starts to head toward her apartment, but spins around again and gets in my space, jabbing a finger at my chest. “And thirdly, we weren’t being that loud!”

I clench my jaw as she storms away and slams the door shut after disappearing inside her apartment. I throw my own door shut, huffing in frustration.

Why couldn’t my neighbors all be sweet old ladies?

So much for having a relaxing evening!

I head back to my balcony when there’s another knock on the door.

“Son of bitch,” I curse under my breath as I march over to the door and yank it open. “What, now?” I ask angrily when I see her standing at my door again.

“I need to borrow a dress shoe.”

I furrow my brows, growing more agitated. “A what?”

She sighs as though I’m the one inconveniencing her. “A dress shoe,” she says impatiently. “Surely you’ve been to a wedding or funeral. You must have one.”

“I do, but why do you—” Before I get the chance to answer, she shoves past me and heads toward my bedroom.

I follow her in there and cross my arms over my chest in the doorway as I watch her go to my closet. “What in the ever-loving hell are you doing?”

“I told you, I need to borrow a dress shoe.”

Seriously?!

The audacity of this woman waltzing into my apartment and taking one of my shoes! “That’s funny because I never said you could borrow one.”

“Wow, your closet is super organized,” she comments as she looks around, easily finding one of my brown dress shoes and grabbing it from the shoe rack.

I’m still standing in the bedroom doorway when she tries to get through. I reach for my shoe, but she steps back and aims her pepper spray at me. I instinctively duck out of the line of fire and lunge forward, grabbing the pepper spray from her hand and twisting the safety lock.

“Wait, please don’t kill me! My roommate’s calling 911 if I’m not back in two minutes!” she cries, shielding herself with her hands.

I sigh in exasperation and extend the pepper spray to her. “I’m not trying to murder you, I was trying to get my shoe back.”

She slowly drops her arms and narrows her eyes as she snatches the spray from my hand. “Then why did you take away my weapon?”

I scoff. “It was a reflex so I didn’t get sprayed in the face since I wasn’t actually attacking you. Do you know how many times I’ve been pepper-sprayed in the face?”

“Why, because you’re a rapist?!” she accuses, stepping away from me and aiming her pepper spray at me again, even though the safety is still on. She probably doesn’t even know that, though.

I sigh in exasperation and raise my hands in surrender. “No, because I was in the Marines. Getting pepper-sprayed was part of my training. It taught me how to use my weapons and equipment.”

She lowers the spray, guilt etched in her features. “Oh, sorry. My roommate said you might be another Ted Bundy, and I don’t want to be raped and murdered.”

“Yeah, because breaking into your neighbor’s apartment and stealing their shoe is a good way to prevent that from happening,” I say, my words laden with sarcasm.

“Well, no, but that’s what the pepper spray was for.”

“It won’t do you any good if you don’t use it properly. You need to have a firm grip and use your thumb to activate it so it can’t be taken out of your hand like I just took it out of yours.”

“Thanks for the tip.” She raises the pepper spray at me again and presses the button to activate it. But it’s still disarmed. Once she realizes her mistake, her eyes widen.

I cock my head to the side and plant my hands on my hips. “Really?”

She offers an apologetic smile, then scurries toward me, ducks under my arm and squeezes past me, darting for the front door. “I’ll bring it right back, I promise!”

I let her go and exhale another deep sigh. What could she possibly need my shoe for anyway? To squash a spider or something? Can’t she use her own Goddamn shoe for that?

Right, she probably doesn’t want to get her precious shoe all gross, so she’s using mine instead. Which means my shoe will be returned with spider guts on the bottom.

Just great.

I go to the balcony and curtly grab my beer so I can head inside and not have to hear every goddamn word of their conversation again.

Pound, pound, pound.

What the hell?

It sounds like they’re banging something against the wall.

My shoe, perhaps?

Pound, pound, pound.

Then I hear a loud pop!

“Yessssss!”

They got the cork out.

“Holy shit, you made a mess!”

“Sorry, but at least we can keep drinking!”

“Woohoo!”

I head inside and close the sliding doors, hoping to go to bed and get some rest. But then there’s another knock on the front door.

“Fucking hell,” I groan as I go over to answer it. It’s probably the blonde neighbor with my shoe, but I’m not sure I want it back.

Sure enough, it’s her.

“Thanks for letting me borrow it.” She hands over my shoe with a small smile and heads back to her apartment.

“You didn’t borrow it, you stole it!” I call after her. But she completely ignores me.

“And sorry I tried to spray you...twice!” Before I can respond, she’s already inside her unit.

I bring the shoe to my nose to get a closer whiff of it. I noticed the smell as soon as she handed it to me. “Hey, why does my shoe smell like wine?!”

But I’m talking to the door at this point.

I shake my head and go back inside, trying to decide if I should try to get the smell out or just toss the pair into the trash. For now, I set it aside and go to the bathroom to get ready for bed, hoping my neighbors will down the bottle, get tired and pass out so I can have a quiet evening.

No such luck.

They turn on the music, and I can hear the pounding bass through the wall and also, “Yeeeeesssss, this is my jam!”

The walls are actually shaking.

Why do the other neighbors put up with this! It’s absurd, really.

They should be evicted.

I contemplate calling the police to make a complaint, but this is New York City; the police have better things to do than respond to non-emergency noise complaints. So I return to my bedroom, strip down to my boxers and toss my clothes into the hamper before slipping into bed. I can still hear the noises coming from the unit next door, but thankfully, I’m a patient man. I’m sure they’ll get tired soon and go to bed. Or at least I hope so.

But an hour passes, and the music still doesn’t cease. I groan and roll over on my stomach, pulling the pillow over my head, wishing I had noise-canceling headphones right now. I’m normally against the idea of something that cancels all sounds, because it also cancels sounds that alert danger. Like if a burglar broke into the apartment or there’s an explosion or gunshot. But right now, I’d do anything to get a good night’s sleep. Between arguing with my brother over the phone into the wee hours of the night yesterday and spending all day moving into my new place and unpacking, I’m completely exhausted. Not to mention I always start my day at five in the morning. My classes don’t start until eight a.m., but I like to get an early start to my day. I got up that early when I was in the Marines, and some habits just never die.

I’m about to get up and go down the hall to ask them to turn down the noise, but I’ve already asked her once and she got offended, so I doubt it will do any good.

Chapter Four

Audrey

I’m immediately regretting the two bottles of Barefoot Harper and imbibed last night. My head is pounding, I’m dehydrated, and I have to be at work in an hour. I take some aspirin, drink a full glass of water before jumping into the shower.

When I leave my bedroom, dressed and ready to go, Harper is shuffling out of her room.

“Morning,” she says groggily, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

“Morning, Harp.” I head to the kitchen to make her some coffee. I’m not a coffee drinker myself, I prefer tea, but I know Harper can’t function in the morning without a fresh cup of hot Folgers.

“Why did we drink on a weeknight again?” she groans, taking a seat at the table.

“That’s an excellent question.” I pour water into the pot and place it in the coffeemaker, turning it on.

Harper buries her face in the cradle of her arms on the table as I grab some aspirin and a tall glass, filling it with water. She doesn’t have to work today, but she does have classes. She’s already a registered nurse like me, but she’s going for her master’s degree to open up more job opportunities. And also because she’s an overachiever, when it comes to her career at least. I just wish she were an overachiever when it came to other aspects of her life, like the kind of men she dates. Or maybe Harper was purposefully aiming for Class-A levels of douchebaggery when she started dating Bryce. If that’s the case, then she definitely went above and beyond expectations. And while she is my best friend and roommate, there’s only so much sense I can talk into her. And I'm not willing to let some lowlife scumbag get in between our friendship.

“Here, these will help.”

Harper lifts her head and takes the aspirin and glass. When she pops the pills in her mouth, swallowing them down with a big gulp of water, she already appears to be more human again.

I grab my keys and strap my purse over my shoulder, heading toward the front door.

“Speaking of drinking, are you going to be here Friday night?”

I snort-laugh and turn to look at her, placing my free hand on my hip, knowing exactly where this is going. She’s still recovering from her hangover and already has booze on the brain. “That depends. Is Bryce going to be here?”

When she takes a slow sip of her water, I know what her answer is before she says it out loud. “Well, considering he’s the one who invited a few people over, yes, he’ll be here.”

“Then no, I definitely won’t.” I head for the door, trying to leave again.

“That’s a shame because Bryce has a good-looking friend who thinks you’re gorgeous.”

I spin around, cocking a brow. “Which friend?”

“Treyton. You haven’t met him before, but he saw your pics on Instagram.”

I walk to the table, placing my hands on top of the chair, my key ring dangling from my finger. “How did he find my Instagram account if we’ve never met?”

“Bryce showed it to him.”

What the fuck?

I furrow my brows in confusion. “Okay, why is Bryce showing his friends my Instagram account?”

She smirks. “Because Treyton was asking him if I had any cute, single friends.”

I sigh, not liking the idea of Bryce trying to set his friends up with me. I’ve met some of his guy friends, and neither is one I’d kiss if he were the last man on earth. “Sorry, not interested.”

I remove my hand from the chair and try to leave again.

“Oh, come on, Aud. Give the guy a chance. I mean, I don’t know him that well, but he’s fucking hot.” She picks up her phone from the table and pulls up something before handing it to me across the table. “See for yourself.”

I reluctantly take the device, a heavy sigh leaving my lips. I highly doubt his looks will sway me. Even if is hot, he’s still Bryce’s—

Holy crap.

He’s got those smokey grey eyes, a chiseled jaw and a little smirk on his beautiful face that makes me melt.

Well, fuck.

“So, what do you think?” Harper asks curiously, trying to stifle a smirk as she perches her chin on the back of her joined hands, her elbows resting on the table.

I try not to show how attracted I am to a freaking photo of a guy I’ve never met before, but damn, those eyes are spellbinding, and I’m pretty sure I’m blushing. “Okay, he’s a little cute.”

“A little? Honey, you and I have similar tastes in men, so I know you don’t think he’s just cute.”

“Yeah, that’s true. We usually do, which is why I have no idea how Bryce got your attention. He must have a big dick or something.” I narrow my eyes. “Does he have a big dick? Because that would explain a lot.”

Harper bursts out laughing. “Oh my God, Aud, you know it’s not all about the size! And no, he doesn’t, he’s average, but as much as you hate him, you can’t deny he’s good-looking.”

“Yes, maybe on the outside he’s cute but personality-wise he’s ugly as fuck.”

She sighs in defeat as I hand over her phone. This is just an argument neither of us will ever be able to agree on. Well, until she finally decides to take off those damn rose-colored glasses and sees Bryce as he truly is. But I know it would make Harper happy if I agreed to stay for the party. I know that sometimes she feels out of place considering most of Bryce’s friends are college kids. Normally, she’s the oldest one there, but you could never tell, because she has a baby face and looks at least five years younger than she actually is, so to the other college kids, she's one of them.

“Fine, I’ll be here for the party.”

Harper’s eyes widen in surprise. “Really?”

“Yes, but if any of his friends grab my ass, I’m leaving.”

She laughs. “Okay.”

The coffee machine beeps, so she gets up from her seat, grabs a mug and creamer and pours the steaming, hot liquid into her cup. She returns to her seat and sips her coffee as I once again try to leave. “Thanks for starting the coffee, Aud.”

“No problem. See you tonight.” I unlock the door, and when I pull it open, I notice a folded up crisp piece of copy paper taped to the outside. I cock my brow and peel it off, unfolding it. I’m expecting it to be from the building management.

But then I read the first line...

To the two hoity-toity princesses,

I immediately suspect it’s from mister grumpy pants across the hall, but the letter is in fancy cursive writing. Who even writes in cursive anymore? Maybe an old lady or mister grumpy pants, I suppose. But he normally doesn’t leave letters. He’ll just knock on the door with his cane and chew us out in person. Harper said the first time he knocked on her door to complain about the noise, he made her cry.

When he tries that shit with me, I give it right back to him and threaten to call the cops on his dog and have her taken to the pound. He tends to leave us alone now. So, I’m surprised he’s resorted to leaving us notes.

Can you kindly tone down your loud music and obnoxious woohooing, laughter and overall commotion that kept me up until 2 a.m.? Some people actually have to work on a Tuesday morning. I, myself, wake at 5 a.m. every single day and am now forced to go to work on three hours of sleep. Luckily the students I teach possess much more class and are at maturity levels you both obviously could never achieve if you actually tried. I know neither of you could possibly understand waking up early for a job or getting your hands dirty, as you’re city girls who probably live on mommy and daddy’s income and never worked a day in your lives, but some people actually have responsibilities and obligations, not just classes they can skip whenever they feel like it. So have a little respect and lower the volume a few notches.

This time you get a warning, but if the noise persists, I will be forced to contact law enforcement. Have a lovely day drinking your Starbucks lattes and trying to get rid of what I hope are nasty hangovers.

Sincerely,

The tired and cranky guy from 8C, thanks to his loud, annoying neighbors

P.S. The blonde who took my brown dress shoe owes me a new pair seeing as it now reeks of Pinot Grigio, thank you very much.

My nostrils flare before I even finish reading the letter. The audacity of this asshole! He doesn’t even know us, hell he hasn’t even met me in person, yet he makes all kinds of false assumptions about us.

I know neither of you could possibly understand waking up early for a job or getting your hands dirty.

What the actual fuck?! Harper and I both wake up at the crack of dawn to go to work at the hospital, and we’re constantly on our feet for at least twelve hours. We only work three days a week, but our jobs are emotionally and physically draining; I mostly use the other four days to sleep, recover, clean the apartment and run errands. So, for someone to say we don’t work or ever get our hands dirty is a blow to the gut. We’re nurses for crying out loud! Getting our hands dirty is part of the job!

Another remark of his that irks me: We’re city girls who probably live on mommy and daddy’s income. My parents would actually laugh out loud if they read this comment. They always tell me how independent I am. Hell, I wouldn’t even allow them to pay for my schooling even though they wanted to; I wanted to do it all on my own, so I had two jobs while I went to college. They also weren’t too happy when I took a job in New York, but they told me if anyone could handle herself in a big city, it was me. Not to mention, Harper had it way worse than me, growing up.

But the fact that this douchebag is so ridiculously wrong about us makes me smile a little. It will feel so goddamn good to make him see the error of his ways.

I’m still carrying the letter with me as I go to my bedroom closet and grab my stationary from the top shelf. I take out a sheet of paper and a pen from the box, replace it on the shelf and return to the kitchen. I hate the idea of using my good paper on this asshole, but if I’m going to stoop to his level and leave a note on his door, I might as well do it with class.

“What’s the note about?” Harper asks with furrowed brows. “I paid the rent just in the nick of time.”

“It’s not from management.” I take the pen and paper to the table and start writing out a letter. “It’s from our friendly neighbor in 8C,” I say sarcastically.

Her eyes widen as she reaches for the letter. “What did he say?”

I look up and hand it to her.

When she reads it over, the sleepiness in her eyes morphs into anger. “What the hell?! Who does he think he is? He doesn’t even know us!”

“Exactly.” I look down again at the paper and continue the sentence I was working on.

I can feel her staring at me as I write. “What are you doing?”

“Replying to him,” I say without taking my eyes off the page.

“What, are we in elementary school?”

“According to him, we are.”

“He’s just a douchebag, you can’t take anything he says seriously.”

I almost laugh. Normally she’s the one wanting revenge when someone wrongs her, and I’m the one having to talk her out of it. “Maybe, but this will teach him not to make assumptions about people.”

After I’m finished, I let her read it before I tape it to his door. I head to work with a smile on my face. This should teach him not to be such a dickhead.

Chapter Five

Brady

Dear self-righteous butthole in 8C,

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Moonshine - A Beetlejuice Fanfiction 03

Warning: swearing

Beetlejuice was chilling on the roof, lying on his back, throwing an already dead beetle up and down. He sighed. People were working on the house for 2 weeks now, re-cabling, painting, putting down new floors and water pipes, and now, carrying furniture inside the house. It killed him that he could not scare the workers. Obviously, they didn't see him, and what made it even worse that he was so gloomy that he couldn't even smash shit or move objects. Once he possessed their radio but that was it. They didn't even notice it. He sat up, his feet dangling on the edge of the roof, and ruffled his dark purple hair. He looked up at the sun. He hated it. To be honest, at that moment he hated everything and everyone. Himself too. He was so lonely, so miserable. He just wanted to be seen, to be able to talk with literally anybody, but the workers haven't even noticed the business cards he left around the house with his name on it.

He rubbed his temples and ate the bug he was playing with, then started to look for another one he could play with while it was alive. As soon as he got it out of his coat, it quickly flew away. Red streaks started to appear in his purple hair.

- Fuck, that was the last one I found running around... Ugh God slash Satan why can't you be a tiny bit nicer and NOT RUIN EVERY GODDAMN DAY OF MY AFTERLIFE?!? - then he screamed from the top of his lungs, because he realized that lately, that calmed him down a tad bit.

He suddenly heard a car's breaks creak on the sidewalk. Even though he was pessimistic at the moment, he was curious, who could the new visitor or visitors be? The red streaks disappeared and turned into green ones. He floated to the street-side of the roof to get a better view.

A rather worn Chevrolet van just stopped on the sidewalk. As soon as one of the doors opened up, a huge black dog jumped out. Beetlejuice raised his eyebrows with a slight smile. Dogs saw demons. Maybe that hairy mongrel will be his saviour from the solitude?

A tired voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

- SIRIUS COME BACK!!! IF YOU RUN AWAY AGAIN I SWEAR I WILL GIVE YOUR TOYS AWAY TO BETTER BEHAVING DOGS!!! - a young woman jumped out of the car, looking like a hobo who haven't slept in days. Her sweater was shaggy and grey, just like her shorts, and she almost fell over when she tried to put on her black sneakers. Her red hair was tied into a very messy bun, underpinned with two chopsticks. She started to run after the dog.

- Rei calm down, he just needs to pee! - another voice shouted after her. Another young woman tried to get out of the car, and while doing it, she slammed her head to the door's frame. She rubbed her ginger head and wrinkled her freckled nose as she finally got out. She wore a pair of worn-out black dungarees and a black tanktop. Her ponytail was high and so messed up. - Oh for gods' sake, couldn't we rent a bigger car?!? I literally can't feel my legs, even a shark could've bit them off, I wouldn't notice that either.

Beetlejuice fell to his knees and put his hands in a praying position.

- God? Satan? I don't know who arranged that but thank you! - his hair started to turn fully green. That was a first in months, maybe even a year. Girls living in his house? Hell, he might be invisible but at least he won't be horny all the time.

The second girl put on sunglasses and reached back into the car.

- Come on baby Minerva, you might be a sleppy kitty but you have to see your new hoooome... - she stopped the sweet-talking/babbling and looked inside the car. - Ari, may I ask, with all due respect, that what the everliving fuck are you doing?

- Ohmygod there's three of them. I AM BLESSED! - screamed BJ in a bated voice.

- My door doesn't upen up and I can't exit the car on your side, cause... You know... 60 fuckin boxes between us, so I will open up the roof window.

- Can you?

- If I can't, I will kick it out 'cause I'm BOILING IN HERE.

The girl they previously called Rei came back with the dog.

- What's happening mah dudes?

- Ari's killing herself.

- Again?

- I MEAN YOU COULD HELP FROM THE ROOF OR CALL A WORKER HERE! NOT JUST FUCK AROUND! THANK YOU?!? - shouted the girl from inside the van.

- Kay, kay, chill. I'll tie Sirius' leash to a tree and we'll get you out.

Beetlejuice grinned like an idiot. He will finally have company! He won't spend his days alone for years! Well, technically, yes, he will, bit it won't be as bad as before. He leaned against one of the chimneys.

The other girl climbed up onto the van's roof.

- Yo, Sofi, help me up! - she pulled Rei, who borrowed two crowbars, up onto the van's roof. They pried open the jammed window, and Rei literally threw it away.

- Ahhhh finally, air! I'm glad I'm not claustrophobic, even like this, being in this car for such long hours made me feel like that astronaut. - the third girl, who they called Ari reached out of the window. The other two grabbed her hands. - All I need now is a little space. - the girls lifted her out of the van. Her brown hair was in a messy "bun", which looked more like a birdnest, she wore black ripped shorts, knee-high black socks and a plaid shirt. Beetlejuice wolf-whistled. He really liked the view from up above.

Ari abruptly turned her head.

- Hey, did ya hear that? - she asked the others.

- What? - asked Sofi while they got off the roof. After listening for a bit, Ari waved her hand.

- Nothing... I just thought I heard a wolf-whistle.

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My Reaction to “Gotham” S5E3

In Which I Hand My Medical Bill to Tze Chun (and join Selina’s quest to kick the shit out of Jeremiah).

No joke, I am fending off a fever at the moment so yeah... fun fun fun...

AN: I managed to record my reactions to this episode and hopefully I can transcribe what I said into this post.

*imitates the Epic Voice Trailer guy doing the Gotham commercials*

“I’ll take his head and you can have the rest of him!” OK, I did read somewhere that Sykes is gonna appear in the next episode, so that should be fun.

“Kill. Penguin.” Jim’s like “I have an excellent idea! Let’s change the subject!”

*Recap shows the Green Zone* Oh ho this place is gonna get blown up!

“Penguin did this.” *shakes head* No...

A CHOIR?!? WHAT?!?

*ends up cracking the hell up, almost choking on her egg sandwich* I can’t, st-

Oh my God, of course the choir’s standing on the stairs as he descends!

This is the most extra interpretation of Penguin I’ve ever seen!

*laughs* Wow, we have another musical number involving Penguin! Yay!

*gasps in delight* Edward!

“Production is steady, Mr. Cobblepot.” *raises fist in air with mouth full of food* Woo hoo!

*One of the choir members collapses* Oh dear.

“Penn, why is my countertenor out cold?” *chuckles*

AN: Let’s just think about this. OSWALD gathered a CHOIR for HIMSELF and is shown CONDUCTING THE CHOIR and judging by that line, KNOWS how to freaking coach a choir. Let’s just sit on that.

“Defecting? You’ve been holding out on me then.” They’re going to Gordon!

“My subjects are fleeing to Jim Gordon?” Oh hoo snap!

“What about the bounty on Gordon’s head?!?” “We've had trouble finding takers.” Oh my God...

No! OK, what if Jeremiah comes in like “I’ll take the bounty!” And everyone’s like “Oh God no.”

“They should love me.” Mmmmmm....

*gasps when the Street Demons attack*

Oh my God!

Oh my God, protect the dog! Protect the dog!

“That’s a good point.” *laughs in shock*

“We didn’t really think this through.” No dip!

“There will be plenty of time for thinking... when my men are rippin’ out your fingernails!” *eyes widen in shock*

*Oswald threatens Mr. Penn with a gun* Oh my God!

*gasps and reels back* Oh, the dog survived! Thank God!

“That’s right, Edward, it’s Mr. Penn’s head! It’s Mr. Penn’s head! You adorable little-” *giggles*

My favorite character is now the dog.

*Selina has nightmares of Jeremiah shooting her* Oh no.

Out the window! There we go!

Whoaaaaa... those gloves though!

Also, where’d she get the outfit?

*silently jams along with opening theme*

“Word of this place [Haven] is spreading like a bad case of the clap.” *cracks up*

“You’ve been going full kilt for months, carrying the weight of everyone. Share the load.” #LetPeopleSleep2k19

“I’m OK.” Jim, I don't’ think you’re gonna be OK for the next few episodes.

“Water purification system repurposed from Wayne Enterprises Tech.” Eey!

“Not to put more on your plate but...” But he’s gonna put more on that plate

Jim, adopt this kid. Right now. We don’t need a Barbara Gordon; we’ll go with this kid!

That’s terrible for me to say...

“I promise I will never let anyone hurt you again.” *puts hand on chest* Oh these feels.

*Jim gives Will some of his rations* Aaw...

Also, I like Bruce hanging out with the refugees. Just... yes.

“Does it look like I need rest?” *scoffs*

“Look, whatever Ivy’s root did to me, I’ve never felt better.” ‘Kay.

“So now I have to find the freak who shot me.” Mmmmmm...

“Even if we find him, he’s had months to fortify himself. We can’t go after him alone.” Yeah, where the hell is Jeremiah?

“I won’t lose you.” Aaaww...

“I’m not yours to lose.” MMMMM!!

*Selina kisses Bruce* Yaaayyy!

Also, this music in the background is so pretty!

“You don’t understand! If you go to the Dark Zone, Jeremiah is the least of your worries.“ ....oohh.

*yells and reels back in horror when Bruce and Selina are shown wounds from the Dark Zone* Oh my God!

Wha-wha-wha-wha-whoa-wha-what?

“PENN, WHERE THE F-“ *cracks up*

OLGAAA!!! Olga, we haven’t seen you since Season 3!

“They happened to have defected to Haven.” Great.

Also, Penguin, get dressed-

Oh my God, did they take the dog?!?

“Did they take my dog?” “Rumors say pup went willingly.” Oh no.

“LLIIIIIIEEESS!” *laughs*

Dude, Oswald, get dressed! Like right now! Please God!

“Contact the Lo Boyz and the Undead.” Wait, that’s what that Day of the Dead gang was called? They’re called the Undead? Nice.

“...right after I [Oswald] put on some clothes.” Yes.

Where’s Lucius?!?

*giggles softly when Bruce smiles at Selina’s joke*

“I had a reason to stay.” Oh my God, Bruce, you are utterly in love with her!

*Bruce and Selina find a body in a car with its throat slit* Oh shit!

*jaw drops in horror when someone blows up*

What?!? Are those nails?!?

*The Mutant Gang comes* Oh my God, here we go!

Oh my God, the Mutants!

*Selina turns around to face the Mutant Leader* OOOOOOOOHHHHHH....

*The Mutants surround Bruce and Selina* Uhhhh...

“What do you wanna do?” “Easy...” You are not gonna fight them! No nononono!

Oh, Selina with the cat moves!

*Bruce fights off the Mutants* Oh, let’s go! Let’s go!

Oh, go Bruce!

*laughs* He comes in in a go kart!

“Well, if it isn’t my old friend, Mr. Penn! And the Gertrude Kabelput Memorial Choir!” Oh my God...

*utterly loses it at Jim’s reaction when Oswald starts calling for his dog*

“...or we will destroy this little commune of yours and salt the earth on which it stands!” Oswald, you would not.

“You wanna test us, Oswald? I’m sure my men could use the target practice.” OH SNAP!

“Slice and dice, little chicky!” *gasps* SLICE AND DICE!

“You look like 300 pounds of ugly.” *jaw drops*

*starts snapping in air appreciatively at Selina*

Selina, do not go off the deep end.

*Selina slices the Mutant Leader’s ankle* Ooohh...

*jaw drops in horror when Selina starts slicing up the Leader’s face*

“Tell me where Jeremiah.. or this face is gonna be the last face! You! Ever! See!” Selina!

“Old Town North. You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” Oh my God!

Oh my God, Selina, stop, stop! You got what you wanted! Stop!

*gasps in horror as Selina starts slicing the Leader’s face faster* Oh my God, stop!

*Bruce stops Selina* Yo! The grappling gun!

Uhhhh, Bruce, you need to have a talk with your... buddy.

“I know Jim Gordon.” *nods*

“Now, if you don’t want your men to die in a hail of bullets, you know what to do.” Jiiiimmm...

Also, where does Jim find the time to get fresh suits? Like, we need answers, buddy.

*chuckles* Oh, her whip was caught on one of the cars! Haha!

“Whose side are you on, Bruce?” “Yours. Always.” Oh my God... ugh.

Old Town North... I’ll have to look that up on the map...

*mutters* Oh, we’re like halfway through the episode. OK.

*jaw drops when Bruce and Selina find a little prayer stand full of pictures of Jeremiah and candles* Oh... My... Gooooddd!

Oh my freak- Oh my God....

*has to sit back and put hands on forehead in order to register everything*

Oh my God...

Oh my God, there’s like- what?

What? What- OK... what? Is this a church?!?

*gasps* Ecco!

“Welcome, pilgrims, to the Church of Jeremiah Valeska.” *has to sit back and do resigned facepalm* Oh my freaking God.

“The only place where you faithful pilgrims can become your very best selves.” We’re doing this?!? We’re doing this?!?

“Who the hell is that?” “I don’t know. Bet she knows where Jeremiah is though.” Wait, wouldn’t Bruce recognize Ecco?!?

“But remember, he wants only the most faithful followers.” Selina, don’t you freaking dare!

“And the rest of you- GET OUT!” *actually jumps*

“You don’t look like one of Jeremiah’s worshipers.” *softly* Oh my God...

“I have witnessed his work first hand. I’ll never forget it.” *softly* Oh my God...

Selina, what are you doing?

Oh my God, the freaking bow [Selina sarcastically gives to Ecco before going upstairs]...

WHO’S THIS DUDE [acting as a bodyguard for Ecco]?!?

*smiles when Ecco takes off her mask*

Oh my God... YEAH SHE WOULD- WAIT- wait, she would know who Selina is! Oh my God!

*fawns over one of Oswald’s men carrying Edward*

“There are children here, families. What happens when the gangs take them?” “Hmmm... they’ll probably go back to being slaves, I guess...” Hey- uh, Oswald!

*Oswald locks Jim up* MmmmmmMMM!!

*laughs when Oswald starts baby talking to Edward*

I’m sorry, did they put a leather collar on-

*jaw drops when Mr. Penn gets shot in the chest* OH MY GOD!

*covers mouth in shock*

OH MY GOD, they- WHAT

“You fool! This never would have happened if you stayed with me!” Oh my Go- OSWALD, STOP YELLING!

“Everyone hated you.” Oh my God.

Oh my God, those are some bitch ass last words! Oh my God!

*offers high five* Mr. Penn! Bravo!

“Hey, Penguin! You got something on your face.” IT WAS PAIN!

Please God, they’re gonna put him in the same cell as Jim

*claps hands* Please God!

“Man, you on fire!” *laughs*

“Take it that didn’t work out the way you’d hoped.” *reels back in laughter*

Oh, Jim, I love you!

“Barbara!” Oh my God, Jim sent Harvey to go get Barbara? Oh my God. Worst idea!

“Jim Gordon needs your help.” Yeah, like she’s gonna go with that!

“Me and Jim are friends.” Yay!

“We’re working for the same thing.” Yay!

Barbara, I actually like the outfit you’re wearing.

“Penguin? You should have opened with that.” *laughs*

Harvey: You gotta help us.

Barbara: No.

Harvey: But Penguin-

Barbara: Eff it! Let’s go!

“What makes this place so special?” “Well for one thing, it’s far away from you [Oswald].” OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

*claps hands* Ye-es!

Will!

“Just act normal. I know it’s a stretch.” *laughs*

*smiles when Will manages to slide Oswald and Jim a pick for their handcuffs*

Attaboy, Will!

“We need to take them [the other gang members] out. Right here, right now.” *starts singing “The Other Side” from “The Greatest Showman”*

“Now how do we pick it up?” That’s a good question.

*laughs when Jim and Oswald have to sink down back to back together to get the pick for the locks*

Oh my God, best episode of Season 5 so far. Oh my God.

*gasps in horror when Bruce finds a bunch of bodies in one of the rooms*

*covers mouth* Oh my God... wait, are those all kids?!?

OH my God...

Of course there’s a freaking stained glass- son of a bi- oh my God...

*Long shot of the bloody empty pool area* Mmmmm... gross

“Six shooters. Bang bang.” *eyebrows raise in intrigue*

“Each of you get one gun and one bullet.” Oh my God, they’re doing Russian Roulette?

*covers mouth in horror*

*eyes widen in horror when everyone starts pointing their guns at each other’s head*

Oh my God, Selina’s hand’s shaking...

“1....2.... chicken poo...” *has to take a quick sigh of relief before going back to being horrified*

*gasps in shock when Bruce hears gunshots go off*

Oh mah God!

Ohhh she stopped the hammer [of the gun at her head because of her reflexes]!

“Hear that? Curls...” CURLS?!? What... Curls?!?

*imitates Ecco’s little pout she gives Selina*

“Jeremiah’s methods may look like madness....” What the FRICK happened in these three months?!?

“The rest of you.. get straight A’s...” *has to laugh*

*Ecco runs a finger down a bloody wall and licks the blood off it* Eeeewww!

Oh my God...

Whoaa those masks on the goons!

*Bruce goes up the creepily lit stairs to find Selina* Wow, I love the Haunted Mansion ride.

“If it’s so fun... why don’t you play?” *chuckles*

“Don’t you get it? I have.” What?!?

*drops jaw in absolute horror when Ecco shows Selina the old scar on the side of her neck*

*covers mouth* OH MY GOD!

“Boy do I feel it when the nights get cold...” *puts hands on cheeks* OH MY GOD!

*Ecco breezes through three rounds of Russian Roulette* She has [expletive] lost it.

“You’re insane.” “No. I was willing to look death in the face, to allow the old me to die.” OH MY GOD!

*covers mouth in horror*

“I [Ecco] know I want you to... Selina.” OK, she does know who she is!

*slaps hand on desk and rests forehead against it* Oh my God.

“There isn’t a single part of Bruce Wayne’s life that we don’t know about.” Ohhhhh no.

“His joys... his disappointments... his desires.” *leans away from laptop* Eeeuggh!

“One thing Jeremiah did teach me... is that I hhhhhhhhaaate having a gun pointed at my face.” Holy shit!

*Selina gets Ecco to waste her shot* Ooh!

*covers mouth in shock*

*Cat fight ensues* Oh my God!

“Oh, puddin’...” *gasps and reels back*

“...aren’t you delicious!” Ahhhhh my God!

*Ecco does a few backflips away* Oh my God!

Oh my God!

*gasps when Selina manages to beat Ecco to the floor*

“Don’t... call me puddin’!” Oh my God!

*covers mouth in shock when Selina keeps flashing back to Jeremiah shooting her*

“All it took was a little kick in the pants!” *jaw drops when it smash cuts to a shot of Jeremiah smiling*

AN: Was that intentional at all? Or...

“Well let’s see what happens when someone deserves to get shot in the head!” *gasps*

*yells in shock when Ecco manages to stab Selina in the leg*

Oh my God!

AN: Let’s not do a drinking game every time I say that.

*Selina handcuffs Bruce to the door* WHAT-WHA-where did the handcuffs come from?!?

“I’m gonna do it... my way!” *slams hands on desk with each word* Selina no!

*reels back* Oh my God, noooo!

Nooo...

Wait, they’re just going to leave Bruce there until the next episode?!? Oh my God.

*jaw drops when Penguin wipes out some of the Street Demons*

Oh my God!

*gasps in delight* Edward!

“Yes, Edward. I killed the bad men.” *dies of cute*

*The refugees start chanting for Penguin* Oh my God, we’re doing this?

Oh my God. Ya happy now, you little shit? You got what you wanted!

“As long as we survive, hope survives in Gotham. I think that’s worth fighting for.” *shakes fist in air*

“So do I.” Yes, Will! I support you!

“You saved me and my friends.” Yeah, where are the other kids?

*Jim appoints Will to Deputy* Yaaay!

*Jim gives Will his badge* Oh my God, yaay!

“’Cause honestly, I’m allergic to pineapple.” *giggles*

Jim, adopt that kid. Right now.

*Edward [the DOG] starts giving Oswald kisses* Aaaww...

“Still, I hope there are no hard feelings.” Uhhhhhh...

“You did the right thing today, Oswald.” Finally!

*Barbara waltzes up and points a gun at Oswald* WHA-

“Move now or you get my first bullet!” “I’m not moving.” Oh- ohhhh my God.

*gasps in absolute shock when Haven blows up*

*covers mouth in horror* Oh my G- Oh my God!

Wha- Oh but- What?!? What?!?

Oh my God, did all those people just die?!?

Wha-

God, do not let this be the end!

*gets up and walks away in frustration for a second when the end title pops up*

Oh my God! Oh... I have to take a breath!

Bravo, Francesca! Holy crap! You were awesome!

*weakly and silently boogies out to last notes of ending theme*

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rusticpumpkin-blog · 6 years

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Beyond Love | Paul Lahote | 3 |

This is a longer chapter and I dont really like it all that much but I’m not realy one for angst.

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The ride back to Forks was silent as I sat in the passenger seat of Pauls old White pickup truck, it was dirty but it was actual dirt and according to the tool belt that he had to move out of my way to the bed of the truck he worked construction. Something to warrant the callouses that I felt on his hands.

That thought along with all of the not so subtle sideways glances he’d been shooting at me was enough to make my face about 3 shades redder.

"This is it right?" He asked pulling to a stop in front of Charlie's place house, our home. I nodded moving to unbuckle my seat belt.

"Hey Kat." He said getting my attention as he put the truck into park making me glance over at him as I reached for the door handle.

"Yeah?" I asked a little wearily.

"Are you single?" He asked the question so blatantly it made me replay it in my mind in case I wasn't hearing it right.

"Uh, Yeah, I am but you do realize that we met like 5 hours ago right?" I scoffed rolling my eyes threw the blush at the face that formed on my face. He looked like I’d just ran over his dog or kicked his grandmother or something like that, completely deflated. For some messed up reason I felt bad about it too.

"Thanks for the ride Paul." I sighed opening the door and nearly having to jump to get out of his truck.

…

I decided to move my bedroom around again, my mind clinging to everything that happened today, all the looks and things like that. I’d never really had a guy look at me like that before.

Hell even the guy at the gas station didn’t try to hide the way he looked me up and down.

I didn’t know how much I liked it, less than 6 months ago I was the ass end of a very bad prank where I was a joke date to the prom. The guy was stunning, nothing like Paul or any of the Quileute boys.

He’d fooled me into actually thinking he had feelings for me, I’d made my parents go out and pay for this stupidly expensive dress for him and his friends to ruin it by dumping punch all over me. I’d already spent the night thinking that he’d stood me up, then he and his friends had to add insult to injury and make it a point that he would never go out with a fatass like me.

Like I was.

I stopped looking in the mirror of my closet door lifting my shirt and looking at my stomach if I looked at it from the right side I looked… good. Not too skinny, not to fat there were a few stretch marks and I was pail on my tummy but I wasn’t as bad as I was right? I don’t look bad enough to do that again right?

I started physically hurting, my mind going to places it had no right going. Worrying about things that didn’t make sense. I shouldn’t be worried about never seeing Paul again, he's a 20-minute drive away. I had a thousand other things to worry about at this moment but here I was having an emotional freaking break down over the possibility of this being just another fucking joke.

I didn’t even take the time to change out of my clothes, take the shower I wanted or crawl under the comforter before I went to sleep.

…

I drug my feet as I sauntered downstairs at around 1 in the afternoon my hair still a mess and in my PJ's. "Late night?" Charlie scoffed at my appearance.

"Yeah." I grumbled walking to the fridge.

"Already turning heads are you?" He asked as I sat at the table with all the things I needed to make a sandwich. I glanced up at him confused.

"Paul Lahote came by this morning on his way to work, dropped off the stuff you left in his truck last night." He said eyeing me like he caught me doing something wrong. "It's not like that.” I shrugged as I started making my food.

"You should have seen the look on his face when I told him you weren't out of bed yet." He scoffed making my face warm up again bringing back the events of the night before and the feelings that came with them.

Charlie sighed standing up making me notice that he was still in his work uniform. "I only came home for lunch, pizza sounds good for dinner?" He asked sounding tired.

"Yeah, are you ok?" I said kind of concerned with how tired he seemed. Wanting to take the focus off of myself just for a bit at least.

"Animal attacks happening again, it’s been a few years but this time we're gonna find them." He said like he was trying to assure me.

"Animal attacks?" I asked.

"Yeah some kind of mountain lion or something, don't worry about it. Just stay out of the woods." He sighed before he walked out the door.

I saw my bag and hoodie sitting on the couch. I sat down turning on the TV and getting into my bag for my phone, I honestly can't believe that I didn't notice that it was missing last night.

I just scrolled through my news feed for a while listening to the travel channel drone on about aliens getting bored quickly. I pulled out my sketchbook flipping to the next clean page thinking that drawing would help clear my mind. Seeing scrawled on a fresh page in heavy-handed letters a phone number and Pauls name with a note that said 'call me' Making my face instantly heat up and a pit form in the bottom of my stomach at the same time.

The whole situation just seemed like it would be best if I just left it alone and didn't bother. That way I won't get hurt if it is a prank. Besides Paul could do so much better than me, according to the way he looks he probably has done better than me. So even if this isn’t a prank, I’m doing him a favor leaving him alone.

…

I didn’t recognize the number that called me but it was a local one with a Forks area code. So I answered it and to my honest surprise it was the gas station that I’d applied at yesterday, I wasn't expecting a response at all to be honest let alone one so quick.

The older gentleman asked a few questions over the phone and asked me if I would be interested in the job. Of course I was, I wanted money to start saving up for a car of my own. I didn’t want Charlie getting the idea that he should use the money to buy me one.

He also explained that the payment was under the table so I would get paid with a personal check every week that he told me I could cash at a local grocery store. The great thing is that it was more than minimum wage and I would be working alone after training.

I was given Tuesday as a start date and like that I had a job.

I scoffed to my self after the phone call looking at the receiver as another feeling crept into my stomach. The guy didn’t ask many personal questions about work history or education anything like that and I had a feeling that the guy from the night before with wondering eyes, pushed them to hire me anyway. It made me a little sick but he was going to school soon so I wouldn’t have to deal with him forever.

…

My thoughts were broken when someone knocked on the door behind me. I thought that Charlie must have ordered the pizza already which confused me because he watched me eat like 2 sandwiches like an hour ago. I grabbed my wallet and walked over to the door anyway preparing to pay the pizza guy.

But it wasn't the pizza guy at the door, it wasn't the pizza guy at all.

Unless Pauls job was to deliver pizza in which he failed because he didn't have any pizza inside. However for some reason, the pressure that I felt on my shoulders and the pit in my stomach lessened instantly at just seeing him standing there in a red flannel and jeans. He’d obviously even taken the time to slick back his dark hair.

"Hey." He smiled at me, my fuzzy mind still wasn’t working right. The only thing I wanted to do was hug him and it made absolutely no sense at all.

"Hey, Paul." I mumbled absentmindedly moving to tuck some flyaway hair behind my ear.

I almost lost my shit when I realized my hair was tied up and he could clearly see the scars on my head and face. My smile dropped and I turned that side of my face away from him.

"I um, brought your stuff back." He said, sounding nervous probably completely regretting the choice to come back and see me again. Why else would he be nervous around someone who looks like me?

"Thanks, Charlie told me." I muttered absent-mindedly folding my arms over my chest.

"I have another question." He said sounding like he was doing his best to sound confident, even though the last time he asked a question it didn’t go so well for him.

Please, don't ask about my scars.

"Hm?" I asked still not looking at him. "Are you busy?" He asked confusing me making me look up at him.

Does he not see my face? Can he not tell that I'm not the type of girl that he would want to take anywhere? When I made eye contact he glanced down at his boots patiently waiting for my answer.

"Because if you want I was wondering if you would let me take you to dinner." He continued a little shakily said obviously this guy was blind or thinks I’m a complete idiot.

"Why?" I asked wanting to know what he was playing at. Did he think I was that much of a fool?

"Well, last night I was kind of upfront and really fucking creepy. I thought you would like it better if you got to know me first. I know this really good place on the edge of town, best burgers on the peninsula. I was hoping you would let me take you out." He said really quickly his nerves apparent it made me blush for no reason what so ever.

"Paul, are you blind or do you think I’m stupid?" I scoffed he looked at me his eyebrows arching in confusion.

"Uh, no actually I have pretty good eyesight. And you’ve never given me the I’m a fucking dumbass vibe, why?” He said confused.

"So you're just going to ignore my face then?" I asked pointedly.

"No... I don't get what you're asking, or why." He said sounding so hopelessly confused that I almost laughed at him.

"I'm not the type of person someone like you should be seen with." I scathed moving to shut the door but he held up a hand stopping me from doing so and looking at me confused.

"Why?" He asked sounding desperate to know.

"What do you mean why? Dude, look at my face. I'm pretty sure that you can get plenty of other girls who are more on your level." I said my voice dripping with venom because more and more it was looking like another prank at my expense.

"I honestly don't know what you're talking about 'on my level'. I get it I was weird before but I’m being honest when I say I wanna take you out. If you don’t now that’s fine, I can wait until your cooler with it or whatever." He said pointedly in an almost forceful tone that quite frankly caught me off guard. This guy really was going gung-ho about this whole dinner thing.

"Look, dude, I'm skating by at a weak 4 and your a solid 11 out of 10." I said making him scoff at me. I watched as the color darkened on his cheeks as he shuffled his feet.

Did I just make this dude blush?

"Well whoever told you that is wrong." He said. "I don't need anyone to tell me anything, I can look in the mirror you know." I retorted sharply getting annoyed that he was making me actually think he was being serious about all this.

"Well, you're wrong." He said simply.

Oh that smooth, cheeky, bastard.

I couldn't even think about a valid come back from that comment and my face just kept getting warmer and warmer.

"Has anyone ever told you how cute you are when you're frustrated? but anyway about that dinner." He said smirking triumphantly at me.

"And what if I say no?" I asked raising my eyebrows at him a matter of factly.

"Then I go home cry about it for about 3 hours, drink myself to sleep and then try again tomorrow." He said as smoothly as if he had it already planned out but he continued. "And the next day, and the next day and then if its still no then I will try the day after that. Then If its still no I might take a break for one day where I sit in my bathtub, waisted out of my mind contemplating what aspects of my life I would need to change to get you to go to dinner with me." He rambled on jokingly earning a short laugh and a 1/2 hidden smile from me.

"Come on Kat, what could it hurt?" He asked continuing on with the joke.

"A lot more than you think, you’ve still not really given me an answer as to why. Every girl in town already heard your pick up lines?" I chatted having no doubt in my mind that Paul was a player. He just looked like he could have any female he wanted sitting at his beckon call, why he was wasting time on me I couldn’t tell you.

"Normally, I don't even have to bother asking if they're single or not." He shrugged bitting his lip and winking at me like that was supposed to make me feel better.

"Uh-huh... maybe I should keep playing hard to get then. Since, that's the only reason I have your attention apparently." I said raising my eyebrows at him threateningly and kind of feeling empowered by the look of horror that washed over his face momentarily making me actually laugh.

"Come on, please, I’m begging here." He whined in a fake begging tone. I sighed glancing outside behind him it was a gloomy day perfect for a hoodie and jeans.

"I guess." I muttered not wanting to admit that he was getting to me. The way his face brightened up told me that he didn't hear my apprehensive tone.

"Stay right here I'll be down in 5 minutes." I said before leaving him at the door.

Within 3 minutes, I was internally screaming at myself as I attempted to tame my hair that was wild and poofy from me not brushing it after my shower this morning.

There is absolutely no way I'm going to have it managed in 5 minutes. I gave up, braiding it back loosely enough to hide my scar and getting dressed in jeans a t-shirt and a hoodie.

I wasn't expecting the dazed look on his face when I walked downstairs he stood right at the door where I left him.

"Are we going or?" I asked walking up to the doorway pulling my bag over my shoulder he hadn't moved at all.

"Yeah, sorry." He said. He was acting like a gentleman the whole time, opening the door and everything it felt like it was a bit much. Forced, and that made me nervous about the whole situation. I could tell he was still nervous especially the way he kept fixing his hair or checking to make sure his shirt was still buttoned.

The ride was silent and again somehow he was able to get to my door and open it before I had the chance to myself.

"Dude, were at a burger place, not some fancy restaurant." I scoffed as he closed the door behind me. "I just want everything to be perfect." He said quietly. Putting a hand on my shoulder and leading me inside as it started sprinkling.

I was on edge, just waiting for someone to jump out and tell me I’ve been punked or something. But by the seconds that his hand was on my shoulder the feeling was melting away and it was nearly all gone when we sat at a booth and he instantly reached for my hands.

God why is his hand so warm? And, why am I comfortable with him touching my hands like this?

I can't explain it at all, the way he was making me feel. Comfortable? At ease? Like we’ve done this a million times and it was just another Saturday night.

“You see this?” He asked as he examined my palm trailing his finger along a line there a smile playing on the corner of his mouth that I couldn’t read as his dark eyes flicked up to mine.

If I didn’t know better I would think that his breath caught just the same as mine as I watched in the fluorescent lights his pupils blow out almost completely covering his chocolate colored irises. I almost didn’t get the chance to make out the flecks that were the color of brown sugar before they were flattened around pupils.

“Yeah.” I breathed completely lost in his eyes. A small part in the back of my mind somewhere was freaking out about the kind of look he was giving me. A look that was so… intense that it didn’t make sense it made me feel comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time. Like I wanted to see that look on his face every time I saw him it was so in love.

In love and he’s known me for about 24 hours. How stupid is that? Why does the idea make me feel so warm and content? So at ease about this completely unrealistic situation that would no undoubtedly be swept out from under my feet at any second.

Sometimes I hate how right I am.

"Paul?!" a voice chimed gaining the attention that he had been giving to me so easily that it smacked me back to reality a lot quicker than it should have. I pulled my hands away from his and back into my lap on my side of the booth where they should have been to begin with.

It made me want to smack the shit out of the pretty waitress that walked up to the table. She was the Barbie doll kind of perfect I dreamt about being when I was little. Perfect blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that put mine to shame.

Even her smile was flawless as she beamed at Paul, making me want to just disappear into the seat and never, ever admit that I thought for a bit that I had his attention. It was a stupid idea.

I glanced at Paul even though I knew better, I knew it would sting if he was looking at her thinking the same things I was and those thoughts would be clear on his expressive face.

It wasn’t him looking at her like he had been me though. Confusion was one thing on his face, annoyance was another. The waitress whose name was Tiffany according to the nametag on the front of her apron.

"Since when do you work here?" Paul asked the annoyance from his face in his voice, it was sharp and cut me to the bone even if it wasn’t directed at me. Tiffany didn’t act like it bothered her one bit as she shrugged saying something like last week or something like that trying to start a conversation by asking why it been so long since he’s been here.

I just looked down at the table while he ordered his food from memory the way she giggled while writing everything down made me feel like some sort of awkward 3rd wheel. She just made a comment about how she should know exactly what he wants with how often they ate here and the worthless feeling that I had before was starting to change into something else.

The confidence I felt just seconds ago was still there surprisingly and I had to fight not to tell her to go away and leave us alone, but that wasn’t my place. I didn’t know her enough to be as angry as I was at her right then.

"And what does side piece of the week want?” It was the first thing that she said directed at me. I was still processing what she’d said wondering if she really just decided to talk to me like that when Paul spoke.

“What in the fuck is wrong with you?! You can't just fucking talk to her like that Tif WERE CUSTOMERS.” Paul snarled at her as I stood and walked past her.

“Oh no, I’ve hurt her feelings, poor thing should know better.” Tiffany sneered, loud enough for me, and everyone else on this side of the dinner to hear clearly. “Besides what is she like 15? Not like you to go for the young one's baby.” She added as I pushed past the door and out into the rain.

“Kat!” I heard Paul shouting over the fat cold raindrops as I walked towards the edge of the parking lot. I’d decided about 4 yards ago that I wasn’t going anywhere with him.

HOW IN THE HELL WAS I SO STUPID?!

“Babe comes on, don’t b-.” He started as he caught up to me. I whipped around faster than he could finish stabbing him in the chest with my finger. “Don’t you fucking dare call me that!” I hissed before continuing on walking.

“Kat, please, I didn’t know she worked here!” He said grabbing my arm yanking me to a stop and to be honest it hurt but I wasn’t about to let him know that I just ripped it out of his grip glaring up at him. “Would it matter?!” I snapped. “Would it honestly matter where we went because I would be willing to bet that anywhere between here and fucking port Angles we would be running into someone that wasn’t supposed to be there!” I shouted at him. Not really knowing where all of the anger was coming from but it was here and the more he tried to get me to stay and talk the worse it got.

“Just stop and listen to me for a second, it's not like that!” He said clearly getting angry himself. “Fuck off, Paul. Leave me alone!” I shouted still and again he grabbed my wrist twisting it as he pulled me back to face him but the second that he saw my face he let go of my arm.

“I’m sorry!” He gasped as I turned on my heel again and started walking towards what I hoped was home, I still don’t really care as long as it was away from him.

“No, Kat I- I didn’t mean to, please just let me explain what happened back there and then I can drive you home or we can grab drive threw whatever you want!” He begged getting in front of me and I just sidestepped him. “What I want is for you to leave me the hell alone! I don’t know what in the hell made me think for a fucking second that you were actually interested in anything other than getting laid.” I scathed not looking at him.

“You thought that because that’s not what I want, I mean eventually but not right now, not ever if you don’t want just give me the chance to-.” “The chance to what Paul? The chance to make me look and feel like the biggest fucking fool on earth? Or the chance for me to actually fucking believe you before you find a new side chick for the week?” I snarled.

“The chance to show you that’s not how it is!” He shouted back at me. “What do you mean that’s not how it is Paul? YOU MET ME YESTERDAY!” we were both just screaming back and forth at each other at this point. It hurt.

It hurt a lot more than it should looking at him right now.

The way he looked halfway between exploding and breaking down crying at the same time.

“It was fucking mental. Psychotic. Completely unrealistic that you would be this upset about someone you just met yesterday. Do you not understand that Paul. Do you understand why just from this right here I should never fucking talk to you again?!” I shouted at him and he froze the anger that had taken over some of his features drained and his face paled even in the dim street lights.

“Well do you?” I asked because his face made me feel like a fucking monster for saying something like that too him.

I saw his lip quivering as he breathed deeply before answering the most mournful “Yes.” I’d ever heard in my life and it almost made me want to apologize… almost.

“I’m glad we're on the same page then.” I hissed before turning away from him and continuing through the rain.

I walked for a few yards expecting and half wanting him to follow after me but he wasn’t there, he wasn’t even on the road back towards where his truck was parked, like he just disappeared. I was left alone on the forested road with nothing but a few streetlamps that did nothing but make the forest around me look more ominous.

The howl that I heard way too close made me jump even if it sounded sad. The fact that Charlie had told me that there were killer mountain lions out in the trees made me want to sprint back to Pauls truck but I refused to. I hated the fact that I wanted to go back to where he was to feel safe.

It was stupid.

This date was stupid.

This whole situation was so fucking stupid.

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Freckles And Feelings - (Dean x Castiel)

Synopsis: Cas has developed a crush on Dean but the only problem is they’ve never spoken and he can’t seem to work up the courage to go up and speak to him. A.k.a. The three times Cas embarrassed himself in front of Dean and the one time he didn’t.

Pairing: Dean x Castiel)

Word Count: 2,576

Warnings: Light swearing, second hand embarrassment and fluff.

A/N: thank you @illbeyourgentlemanstory for reading over this for me and for your encouragement💙 I haven’t written these dorks in a long while and I wanted to write something fluffy after the season finale fiasco (which I’m still in denial about).

Cas looked onwards in the queue in the café and spotted Dean, not too far in front of him talking animatedly to Benny and Victor. They seemed to be in their own happy bubble, laughing and joking loudly as Victor pushes Dean. Dean shuffled backwards awkwardly until he was standing directly in the haze the sun cast through the café’s window.

Cas watched as Dean’s green eyes twinkled in the sunlight which also highlighted the light array of freckles that danced across his face. Benny said something - Cas couldn’t hear over the din of patrons and radio music - and Dean’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he broke into wholehearted laugh that gained him a few looks.

Dean was unfairly pretty. It was the conclusion Cas came to every time he saw Dean. He had never actually spoken to Dean, only seeing him around campus, or sitting around in cafés or the library. Cas had no confidence whatsoever to strike up a conversation which led him quietly observing the handsome stranger from afar.

“Yeesh, you’re like a drooling dog.” Cas’ startled out of his thoughts at the sound of Gabriel’s voice and scowled at him. Gabriel gave Cas a knowing smirk before casting a quick look to Dean. Meg looked up from her phone and followed Gabriel’s gaze before turning back to Cas with the same knowing smirk.

“What? See something you like, Clarence.” She said. Cas’s scowl deepened and he sighed.

“Y’know, it’d be a whole lot easier to admit your crush and talk to him than blushing like a twelve year old girl.” Gabriel said, not-so-quietly. Cas rolled his eyes.

“I do not have a crush. Besides the opportunity to speak hasn’t arisen nor do I think it will.” Cas deadpanned. Gabriel smirked again and Cas could tell by the arch of his eyebrows that whatever he was thinking, wouldn’t be good.

Then, Quicker than he could blink, Gabriel slapped the history textbook out of his hands and kicked it along the floor. Cas gasped, and watched as it slid across the floor and hit Dean’s foot. Dean stopped talking and looked down at the book before looking up at Cas.

Cas, too embarrassed to say anything, blinked back.

“Sorry about my baby bro over here! He can be real clumsy when in the presence of hot gu– Ow!” Gabriel exclaimed once Cas elbowed him in the ribs.

“Why don’t you go over and get your book.” Meg teased. She turned to Dean. “You don’t don’t bite do you, freckles?”

Dean awkwardly shook his head. Already feeling his face flush Cas walked over to where the book was.

“Uh, here man.” Dean said picking up the book and handing it to Cas.

“I am very sorry about this.” Cas muttered. Dean shrugged and smiled. They locked eyes for a moment before Cas turned his focus to the floor. “Uh, I should…go back to where I was standing in line, because that’s where I was.” He stumbled awkwardly quickly turning away. He had no idea what he was saying and could feel his face flush with embarrassment.

“What the hell was that?” Gabriel said. Cas glared at him and Gabriel pursed his lips knowing better than to tease his brother.

It took everything in Cas’ willpower not to roll his eyes at the haggle of students who had cornered him and were shouting about something or the other. The Theatre society were performing what they called documentary theatre and were set up around campus showing the rest of the university current affairs through the power of theatre. Cas didn’t understand it and wished it didn’t interfere with his simple walk to the library.

Carefully, he maneuvered out of the small crowd and breathed a sigh of relief. His relief was short lived when someone bumped into him causing him to stumble backwards, trip over something lying on the ground and falling, hard.

“Sorry about that brother.” he heard Benny’s voice say. Benny soon came to view as he felt someone place a hand in his shoulder.

“Woah, you alright, man?” Cas turned his head to the side ready to grumble a response but found his voice hitch a little when he saw who was crouching beside him. Dean. Somehow, he was even prettier up close despite Cas noticing the small imperfections detailing his face. Concern was etched across his face and Cas felt a small tug in his stomach.

“I’m fine.” Cas muttered. Dean nodded and stood up, holding out his hand. Cas took it and heaved himself up. Even Dean’s hand felt nice, especially slotted with his.

A voice worked its way inside his head, chiding him for his thoughts. Dean doesn’t even know him. The sooner he gets over this crush the better.

“You’re the textbook guy!” Benny said breaking Cas away from his thoughts and he immediately felt the embarrassment of Gabriel’s previous interference. Dean now looked at him, with a look of recognition and lips pursed into a small smile. Shyly, Cas nodded.

“Unless your mom had bad naming choices, I’m guessing your name ain’t the textbook guy.” Dean said, still smiling.

“Uh, Castiel. My name is Castiel.” Cas replied quietly, cringing at his sudden shyness. Dean had a look on his face as though he were considering Cas’ own name and then held out his hand.

“Cool. I’m Dean.” Cas shook his hand, deciding not to mention the fact that he already knew his name due to his countless hours of ‘observing’. Dean’s eyes flickered toward their clasped hands before furrowing his eyebrows. “Dude, I would have just settled for a hand slap or a hi five.”

“My apologies.” Cas said, looking down at his feet. Dean let out a laugh.

“No, It’s cool, man, I liked it.” Dean settled his hand on Cas’ shoulder and he couldn’t help but let out a small smile.

“C’mon Dean, Vic will kick our asses if we leave him waitin’ much longer.” Benny said, already walking away.

“See you later.” Dean said, clapping Cas’ shoulder. Cas stood still smiling. Although embarrassed about falling over and the awkward handshake, Cas decided that Dean’s laugh was one of his favourite sounds.

It had been a few days since Cas’ first encounter with Dean and it was all he could think about. He deliberately didn’t tell Meg and Gabriel knowing he would be subject to their endless teasing, as if he didn’t get teased enough by them.

He walked into the library which was dead quiet, seemingly devoid of students. Cas didn’t mind, he liked the peace. As he walked on further he noticed that he would not be alone after all as he spotted Charlie standing at one of the tables, humming the imperial march theme, surrounded by large boxes of books.

“Hello Charlie.” Cas greeted, walking beside her. Charlie jumped and let out a little squeak.

“Sorry Cas, I didn’t expect to see you here. As you can see, It’s kinda a ghost town in here.” She said gesturing to the empty library.

“Do you need any help?”

“Yes please. I’ve never been around so many books in my life. I mean, I love books but being around boxes full of them for two hours straight? I’m kinda going crazy.” She huffed, eyes scanning the various boxes. “The boxes should be labelled, just put them in the right section. One of the other volunteers can shelve them.”

Charlie moved to the opposite of the table and started sorting through another pile of books, putting them in the right boxes. Cas picked up a box full of autobiographies and put them at the beginning of the ‘Non-Fiction’ aisle. He made his way back and went to pick up another box. He was about to make conversation with Charlie when he saw her look up and smirk.

“Sup loser!” She said. Confused Cas furrowed his eyebrows until he heard the scuffle of footsteps behind him, letting him know that Charlie was in fact not calling him a loser. He turned around and of all the students in the university it was Dean that walked in. Backpack slung over one shoulder he smirked.

“Hey nerd.” He greeted back to Charlie before worming his way around the table to hug her. “Hey Castiel.”

“Hello Dean.” Cas replied, ignoring the fuzzy feeling in his stomach. He picked up another box, this time containing books on animals and nature. As he walked over to the non-fiction aisle he was sure he heard Dean whisper ‘Don't’. Curiosity led him to pause for a few moments however whatever the subject was, was seemingly dropped.

“I got into another heated debate with Garth today.” Charlie said.

“Crap. Did you threaten stab him with your binder this time?” Dean said a hint of amusement in his voice. As Cas walked back over to the table he saw Charlie roll her eyes.

“He claimed that The Incredible Hulk was a better superhero than Batman! In what world does that make sense?”

“The wacky world of Garth. Why were you even arguing with him anyway? The dude pays two dollars for a newspaper, three times a week, just to read the Marmaduke and Garfield comic strips.”

“I know. But he insulted Batman. Dude Batman.”

“C’mere you big baby, it’s okay Bruce Wayne will always remain the superior hero.” Dean teased pulling her into a hug.

“But not as superior as Wonder Woman.” Charlie mumbled. Dean met Cas gaze and shook his head causing Cas to smile.

“Word of advice. Never argue about Superheroes with Charlie especially Wonder Woman.” Dean joked.

“We’re married in an alternate universe.” Charlie mumbled before pulling away, “but seriously Cas who do you think is the more superior hero, Batman or The Incredible Hulk?”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

“I am not familiar with either of those character. I haven’t seen the films or read the comics.” Cas murmured. Judging by the looks on Dean and Charlie’s faces this was not the answer they were expecting.

“Dude we need to educate you. You need to watch the Batman films, even Batman and Robin. “ Dean said, a little eagerly. Cas noticed Charlie glancing between the both of them and smirking.

Cas nodded quickly before returning his attention to one of the boxes. The closest one to him was a particularly large one and Cas wasn’t too sure how he was going to move this one. Too shy to ask for help he tried to lift it. He failed. He tried again. He managed to lift one side a little however he didn’t anticipate its weight and when he felt the heaviness in arms he dropped the side he managed to drop the side he was lifting. It fell with a bang causing both Dean and Charlie to jump.

“You need any help buddy?” Dean called out. Cas knew he couldn’t lift this up by himself however his stubbornness got the better of him (and besides he really didn’t want to look weak in front of Dean).

“Nope I’ve got it.’ He proceeded to try and lift again. When he thought he lifted it up successfully he went to move his hand to the other side however as luck would have it, it became really heavy. Cas yanked his hand back and stumbled backwards.

“Woah, lemme help you.” Dean said moving to the other side of the box. Cas felt his cheeks flush.

“I guess I don’t have it after all.” He murmured lifting the other side of the box up. Dean said nothing as the two of them moves the box to the correct section.

“And that’s how I discovered that a pickled chocolate milkshake is the best hangover cure.” Gabriel babbled, shoving a few fried into his mouth. Cas grimaced and was certain that a pickled chocolate milkshake would not cure a hangover.

“Fascinating. That explains where the little brain cells you did have went.” Meg said distastefully. “Have you finally spoken to Freckles yet, Clarence?”

Cas shook his head and avoided her gaze.

“I don’t understand why you have such a massive stick up your ass. Worried he’ll fall in love with this?” Gabriel said, finger circling his face. “I know Meg has.”

“In your dreams sweetheart.” Meg leant over and stole a couple of Gabriel’s fries.

“Here comes loverboy now!” Gabriel piped up nudging Cas. Cas looked up to see Dean walking over to his table smiling.

“Hey Cas.” Dean greeted. Cas couldn’t help but smile back as Dean used his nickname.

“Hello Dean.” He noticed Gabriel and Meg staring at him. “Uh, would like to sit with us?”

Dean stared at the three of them, looking a little lost.

“Here have a seat. We don’t bite, freckles.” Meg said somewhat patronising, pulling out a chair. Dean frowned but obliged.

“Uh, it’s Dean.”

“Cute. I didn’t ask.” Meg said bluntly. Cas glared at her.

“So what brings you to this side of the woods Dean-O?” Gabriel asked.

“Uh, I wanted to ask Cas something.”

“You do?” Cas replied, surprised. Dean nodded before awkwardly looking at Meg and Gabriel then back at Cas with a few moments of silence passing.

“Well this is sickening. I’m gonna leave you two lovesick puppies before you start playing kissy face with each other.” Meg said getting up and collecting her garbage. She hit Gabriel on the shoulder. “You too, Sandler.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes but stood up shoving his last few fries in his mouth before collecting his own garbage and throwing into the nearby bin.

“You’re no fun. Catch you later kiddos. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” He began to walk away before quickly running back and leaning down in between Dean and Cas and smirking. “Oh and use protection.”

“Bye Clarence. Bye, Dean.” she turned away with Gabriel following. Cas rolled his eyes.

“They seem-”

“Unpleasant. Ignore them .” Cas said picking up his burger. “Meg’s personality is an acquired taste and I’m stuck with Gabriel.”

“You two related or something?”

“He’s my twin brother.”

“And you’re both named after angels?”

“Our mother had an obsession with them. Unfortunately, I can’t get away from him. He’s extremely obnoxious as you saw, but I’ve learned to tolerate him.”

“Yeah, brothers will do that to you.” Dean chuckled.

“Do you have a brother, Dean?”

“Yeah, he’s younger than me. Wants to go to college too. He’s a real nerd. I saw your textbook the other day, you studying History?” Cas nodded.

“Cool. Mechanical engineering right here.” Dean said gesturing to himself. “I drive a Chevy Impala, best damn car you will ever see.” Cas nodded in approval.

“You wanted to ask me something?” Cas said breaking the silence that fell between them.

“Uh, yeah.” Dean fiddled with his hands awkwardly. “Um, I know we haven’t spoken but I like you Cas.”

“You like me?” Cas’ eyes widened.

“Yeah, you seem cool. And I was thinking about what you said how you’ve never seen Batman, which is crazy by the way, and well Charlie wants to hold a movie night, it’d be good if you came.”

“Really?” Cas wasn’t sure he was dreaming. Did Gabriel slip something in his drink?

“Yeah. I’m not really good with this stuff.” Dean said scratching at the table.

“It’s fine, Dean.” Cas said placing a hand on his arm. “I’d love to.”

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