#plus i think the idea of will being blind as hell is funny. everyone standing at a crime scene and all will can see is shapes and colors

[gaybitch]

not to project or anything but i think the reason why will wears his glasses seemingly at random is bc he does EXTREMELY need them but they give him a headache

[theweasleysredhair]

Flustered [G.W.]

Character: George Weasley

Word Count: 3077

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: “You make my heart skip a beat.” In which Georgie is a chaotic, flustered mess in love with a Hufflepuff chaser.

Disclaimer: Gif isn't mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: For the lovely Erica - I really hope you enjoy it angel! I may have been working on this all week and rewritten it like three times so I’m hoping I got George being all flustered yet cheeky right 😂

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK! REBLOGS ARE ABSOLUTELY FINE! <3

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“Wow, you really like her don’t you,” Fred commented as he watched his twin staring hopelessly at the h/c girl a few metres to his left.

“What?” George snapped out of his daydream just as he walked straight into a pillar, knocking him back on his feet and he groaned in pain as Fred and Lee laughed.

“Might wanna watch where you’re walking instead of staring at Y/n, mate,” Lee joked, watching as George rubbed gingerly at his nose. “Love really is blind, eh George?” Fred sniggered.

George groaned, half at his nose hurting and half at his friends’ teasing. It’s not his fault he was so distracted - how could he be expected to focus on where he was walking when you were a few metres away from him?

“Oh shut up, the pair of you. You’re acting like you’ve never fancied a girl before. I distinctly remember you falling on your face, Fred, when you first started liking Angelina,” George scowled, nudging his brother.

“That’s because you tripped me up!” Fred said indignantly. George feigned innocence, “I would never do such a thing.”

And then suddenly his focus had fallen back on you, his previous conversation fading into the background, barely paying attention to Lee’s laughter at his expense.

“She’s the best chaser in Hogwarts I reckon,” he said dreamily, watching as your head fell back as you laughed with your teammates.

To be fair, he wasn’t wrong. You’d made a name for yourself since you’d joined the team a couple years back, and were the best player on the Hufflepuff team. Luckily for George, he knew Harry was a better seeker than Cedric, but he knew you were a force to be reckoned with - you’d scored the most points since the year had started and by a longshot at that.

“You know, we have three perfectly good chasers on our own team you should be complimenting,” Lee pointed out as he opened the doors to exit the castle.

The sun was out, warming up what would have otherwise been a mild morning, dew still covering the grass as hoards of Hogwarts students were milling around, waiting for the match to begin.

The boys began heading towards the quidditch pitch, knowing Oliver Wood would already be there to prep the team on which strategies they’d be using today.

George sighed, “Yeah but... they don’t look like Y/n do they. Or act like her. Or sound like her.”

“I swear to Merlin, if you lose us this match because you can’t stop staring at the girl then I’ll personally kill you myself,” Lee threatened playfully.

“No worries about that, I’ve got a plan!” George announced proudly, straightening his back and pushing his chest out proudly.

“You made a plan? Without me?” Fred came to a sudden halt, making Lee bump into his back as the older twin dramatically clutched his chest as if he was heartbroken.

“Yep. Made it just this minute... I’m gonna flirt with her whilst we’re playing, to distract her,” the younger twin said determinedly.

There was a moment of silence before Fred and Lee burst out laughing laughing, continuing on their journey to the pitch. “You can’t flirt. You can barely speak to her,” Lee chortled, grabbing onto George’s shoulder for support.

“‘S not true. I had a conversation with her the other day!”

“She asked you if she could borrow a quill and you stared at her with heart eyes for a solid couple of minutes before I handed one to her instead. Wouldn’t call that a conversation, Georgie,” Fred said pointedly.

“I wasn’t referring to that - thanks for reminding me of that by the way,” George fake-glared at his twin, “I actually saw her in the library.”

“Oh yeah? What were you doing in the library?” Lee asked in disbelief, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I was studying,” George said simply.

At the sight of Fred and Lee raising their eyebrows, George sighed, “Okay fine, I was hiding from Filch. And I may have seen her walk in there before me. The point is, we had an amazing conversation and she called me cute.”

“Everyone stand back, Georgie’s been called cute and had some really hot, passionate eye contact!” Fred called out sarcastically.

George looked unimpressed, “Oh ha-ha, very funny.”

As they arrived at the stands, the twins bid goodbye to Lee who headed up to commentator’s box.

Around 15 minutes later, the twins were in their quidditch uniform and had just finished with the match briefing. They walked out, laughing and joking when Fred nudged George and nodded over to where you were stood in the middle of the pitch with your team, in your own quidditch uniform, holding onto your broom.

George picked up his pace, taking his place in front of you. He smirked at you, “Heard you’ve been practicing night and day for this, shame we’re going to beat you anyway.”

You looked up and were pleasantly surprised to see the younger twin standing across from you, in his starting position for the match. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t happy he’d chosen to come and see you instead of speaking to his team.

You scoffed and shot him a grin, “I’m gonna fly circles around you in this match.”

“Bring it on, love! Gryffindor are the best team going,” he bragged, puffing out his chest playfully and making you laugh (something he was extremely happy to have done - he’d never get sick of hearing the melodic sound).

“Oh yeah? We’ll see about that,” you said determinedly, climbing onto your broom.

The match began and George made it his mission to compliment you every time he flew past you, to distract you from scoring. Usually, nothing could stop you from getting the quaffle into the hoops but there was something about the ginger boy that had you flustered, heart racing every time he’d throw a smirk your way.

“Did I ever tell you how beautiful you look right now?” He’d said to you as he flew past you, distracting you just long enough for Alicia Spinnet to score a goal and making you grit your teeth in annoyance.

When you had stolen the quaffle from Katie Bell and were just about to score, he came up beside you saying, “Always knew you were an amazing chaser, babe.” And that was enough for you to miss the hoop by barely a fraction of a centimetre.

The last straw was when you’d just managed to throw the quaffle past Oliver Wood, after having to flip over on your broom to avoid Angelina Johnson flying past you in an attempt to steal it from you, earning another 10 points for Hufflepuff when the younger twin flew past you again, “Well that was hot as hell, love.”

And suddenly you forgot where you were for a moment, staring after him as he flew off, mouth open in a slack ‘o’.

Your team captain flew past you, yelling, “Flirt in your own time, L/n!”, making you realise that you were, in fact, in the middle of a quidditch match. And with that, you decided to give George a taste of his own medicine.

“‘M really glad you keep passing us the quaffle, love, making it so much easier for us to win,” George teased you. “Anything for the most handsome beater around,” you retaliated, batting your eyelashes at him. Sure, you could’ve come up with something better but for being in the middle of a game and thinking on the spot, you didn’t think it was too bad.

You were right as well, because as soon as you said it, George stopped mid-air, frozen in place. Because... did you just call him handsome?

His heart was pounding as he stared after you, your h/c hair flowing in the wind and making his breath catch in his throat.

And then suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a bludger coming straight for you. With a glance over at Fred, who was busy trying to ensure Angelina - who had the quaffle - could score, he realised that the other bludger was heading towards Katie Bell.

George raced into action, beginning to head over to help Katie, who moved to dodge said bludger, before suddenly swerving on his broom over towards you, smacking the iron ball away from you merely seconds before it hit you.

He turned to you, all previous playfulness gone and replaced with concern, “Are you okay?”

You barely had enough time to nod, still in shock from the near-hit, before George was called off again by Fred.

“Maybe focus on your own teammates, eh Weasley?” Oliver shouted angrily at George, who looked around and realised Katie Bell had been hit with the other bludger.

“Sorry Ollie mate, had to protect what’s mine,” he called back to his captain.

“And because of that my shoulder got hit!” Katie yelled out.

“Sorry, Bell,” George shrugged, before heading off to hit a bludger away from Alicia. Of course, he did feel bad that Katie got hurt - quite guilty, in fact - but... to him, it would’ve been worse if you’d have been hit - or worse again, had fallen. He didn’t think he could handle that.

“You’re lucky we won,” Fred said to George after Harry had caught the snitch, “Otherwise I reckon Oliver would try and drown you in the showers for saving Y/n instead of Katie.”

“Y/n is my priority to be honest,” George replied as they landed their brooms on the grass, “Plus, I knew Katie saw the bludger coming and had at least a chance to swerve. Y/n had no idea. I couldn’t let her get hurt, Freddie... I couldn’t.”

“Guess we’ll have to work on distractions in the next practice,” Oliver said pointedly on the way past the twins, although the didn’t seem too upset - probably considering Gryffindor had won - followed by Katie who was holding her shoulder.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” George said sheepishly. If he was honest though, it wasn’t really a hard decision for him to choose between saving you and saving Katie.

Katie didn’t make his heart race like you did.

The rest of the team headed after the cheering crowds, whooping and hollering at Harry.

Fred followed on, screaming excitedly into the crowd. George went to join when he felt someone tap his shoulder.

He turned around and was met with the sight of your nervous smile, rocking back on your heels as you looked up at him, “Hey... I um, I just wanted to thank you. You know, for hitting that bludger away from me. You didn’t have to do that and I never got the chance to thank you in the game.”

“Don’t you worry love, it was nothing. Gotta protect your pretty face, don’t I?” He said cheekily, making a blush rise on your cheeks.

“Well, it wasn’t nothing, it saved me a great deal of pain and possibly a nasty fall so... I guess I owe you,” You grinned, before leaning up to press a soft kiss to his cheek. You thanked him again and then shyly waved him goodbye to join your teammates.

George felt like a schoolgirl with a crush, his mind racing and heart beating fast as he reached up to the place where you’d kissed him. You’d kissed him.

“You look happy with yourself,” Fred commented with a grin from a few metres away, having walked back after realising his twin wasn’t following.

“She kissed me,” George announced in amazement and pure awe. “Yeah, on the cheek,” Fred grinned, crossing his arms over his chest.

“That still counts!”

“No Georgie it really doesn’t, but I’m glad you think so,” the older twin replied in an amused tone.

-

“D’ya reckon she fancies me?” George asked suddenly as the twins headed down to the Great Hall for lunch. For a moment, Fred was confused, looking around for some kind of context, but then realised his twin was talking about you.

“Well I mean you are the less attractive twin and all but you do have some good qualities I suppose,” Fred replied, looking like he was in thought.

“Oh yeah, like what?” George asked seriously, hoping for some actual advice.

“Well for starters you have an amazing twin brother.”

George stopped, staring at Fred’s grin and sighing before elbowing him - slightly harder than he intended to so Fred nearly fell into the wall.

“Now now Georgie, I’m simply trying to tell you that I am offering you my services at helping you win her over,” Fred said with a laugh, nudging his twin right back.

“At this point I’m open to anything.”

“Well, this may seem a bit out there, over the top, dramatic - but how about... you just tell her directly how you feel. You have no problem being all sappy about her to me. I’m sick of it really,” Fred sighed with a shake of his head.

“I can’t do that.”

“You’re George Weasley of course you can mate.”

“D’ya reckon?” George glanced over to the group of students heading down the same corridor, most likely to head to get some lunch too.

“Yeah I do. Or, even better, just walk over and snog her the next time you see her.”

As much as George liked that idea - and was imagining it right that moment - he decided against it.

“What if there’s someone else?” Fred decided mess with George. The younger twin’s head whipped round to look at Fred, “What do you mean?”

“Oh wow your face, you’re really gone on her... poor Y/n,” Fred laughed, clapping a hand on George’s shoulder, “All I’m saying is, my dear sweet twin, what if there’s someone else?”

George swallowed. He hadn’t thought of that. What if there was someone else? He hadn’t seen you with anyone and knew Fred was winding him up but what if?

“Then I’ll just beat away the other competition,” George said with a cheeky grin, hiding his worry but his mind was reeling at the possibility.

Fred groaned at the pun, shaking his head. He opened his mouth to reply to his twin when they heard soft laugher from behind them, “Oh don’t you worry, no one could ever beat you, George.”

The twins turned around in shock, George’s heart pounding as his eyes rested on your figure.

“Oh dear Godric, marry her,” Fred groaned as he walked away towards the Great Hall, mumbling something about bad puns.

George felt his cheeks redden, reaching up with one hand to scratch the back of his neck, “You um.. you heard that?” You bit your lip before grinning, “I did.”

“Is it too late to pretend I’m Fred?” George asked with a nervous smile. He could feel the tips of his ears burning and he had no doubt they were most likely blending in with his hair at that point.

You laughed, “Well you could but I’m quite fond of you as yourself if I’m honest.”

“You are?” George’s mind raced, and he felt his breath catch in his throat. He then mentally cursed himself for acting so stutter-y and nervous as he ran a hand through his messy hair, “I mean, that’s good because I’m quite fond of you too.”

“Of course. There’s not many guys who would go out of their way to protect me from bludgers... especially when they’re not on my team or as handsome as you are,” you said with a small shrug. You giggled a little noticing a strand of hair sticking up from George messing with it, so you reached up and flattened it out, making him swallow from how close your lips were to his.

He could easily close the couple of inches between you if he wanted. Well, he did want to - badly - but just as he built the courage, you’d stepped back a little further away.

“Some things are more important than who’s on what team... don’t you worry love, I’d protect you from bludgers all day long if you asked me to,” he replied with a cheeky smile.

“Is that an offer you make to all the girls?” You asked with a laugh. “Nah, just the ones I fancy,” George admitted.

“You’re sweet, you know that?”

“Now that you mention it...,” he pretended to think, before shooting you a grin, “Yeah I know.”

You laughed and his gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips and back again as his tongue darted out to swipe across his own bottom lip. You were still stood close, he could - what was it Fred said? He could walk over and snog you.

Your laughter had dropped to a comfortable silence before George broke it, stepping forward so the distance between you became nearly non-existent, “You know, I was thinking, maybe we can- or I could- can I-”

“Kiss me, Georgie” you interrupted his rambling.

“Oh bloody hell- yeah absolutely,” he breathed as he grabbed your hips, pulling you to him and crashing his lips to yours. Your hands made their way around his neck as he slowly turned you to press you against the nearest wall, one of his hands on your waist as the other cupped your jaw to better angle himself.

He sighed happily as you tugged at strands of his hair, the hand that was on your waist moving slightly so it gripped the back of your hip, pulling you closer to him.

You pulled away a little to take a breath and before you knew it he was kissing you again, showing you how long he’d waited for this moment.

“Hey Y/n?” He said in a low tone as you pulled away, pressing another kiss to your swollen lips before resting his forehead against yours. “Yes Georgie?”

“You make my heart skip a beat,” he said with a proud grin.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, “It took you all that time to come up with that?”

“In my defence, I had you - looking like you do - in front of me, being all distracting. And then you let me kiss you. You try coming up with something better,” George scoffed playfully, giving your waist a gentle squeeze.

“Oh I could easily beat you at this game,” you replied immediately, grinning up at him. His mouth dropped open a little and his eyes lit up, staring at you as if you’d hung the moon and stars in the sky,

“Merlin, Fred was right: Marry me?”

[imaginejamesandsirius]

It's at James's wedding to Lily. Remus is officiating and Sirius is the best man. Like, AT the alter james suddenly realizes he's in love with Sirius and then kinda blurts it out. He ends up marrying Sirius instead. Lily's feelings are not hurt because she's aroace and was marrying James because her parents were threatening to pick someone for her. She's already pregnant with harry and they (Sirius and Remus and Lily and James) end up living in a house together :)

Because Remus was a wonderful friend and didn't begrudge James for choosing Sirius as his best man (and only man, since he and Lily had decided they didn't want four people standing on their respective sides and Sirius was capable of taking care of everything on his own), he was the one officiating James and Lily's wedding. He was also very understanding about the fact that they were only getting married because Lily was pregnant, and all of the ministers they had met with had been very judgemental about that fact.

That being said, Remus was obviously nervous. He had the Bible open in front of him because he needed a place to hide his index card that had all his notes on it, and they were all pretty sure that there was supposed to be a Bible open while the ceremony was happening. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the joyous union of James Potter and Lily Evans in holy matrimony."

You know, James had known that he didn't love Lily, but the fact that he was about to marry her made his tie feel a lot tighter than it had five minutes ago. Like, he'd known five minutes and a day and a week ago that he was going to marry her, but it hadn't made him panic like this. It's as if it was suddenly real, where it hadn't been before.

Remus was still talking, but James's hadn't been paying attention. He only knew that he was supposed to be doing something now because Sirius tapped his elbow to hand him the card that he'd written his vows on. Him and Lily both knew what this marriage was going to be, but they'd agreed to do a semi-fancy ceremony to appease their various friends and that included exchanging vows. James had thought it was a good idea when they were planning, but now that the time had come, he felt like he was going to throw up. Still, he turned obligingly to Sirius to accept the card. Sirius smiled at him comfortingly as if to say 'I know you can do this' then leaned back to his spot.

"-the couple will now share their vows," Remus said, looking at James expectantly.

They'd practiced this. The timing and when to do what. Where they should look. James opened his mouth without turning to Lily and blurted, "I'm in love with Sirius."

The room went unnaturally silent.

It was a hell of a moment for James to realise it. His mind finally shoved the pieces into place, letting him know without a doubt that what he felt for Sirius wasn't normal best mate feelings. In hindsight, all the time he'd spent thinking about Sirius's mouth should've clued him in sooner, but better late than never, right?

Except Remus blinked at him, blind-sided, and James was starting to think that maybe he would've been better off if he'd realised it later then... well, then in the middle of his wedding to Lily. "Erm," Remus said in an undertone, glancing down at his notecards, "I don't really- should I say it again?"

Lily snickered.

Remus narrowed his eyes at her. "That's not helpful. Sirius?"

"Don't bloody look at me," Sirius breathed, sounding shocked.

James winced. At seeing the wedding party at the front of the chapel talking, the guests took that as a sign that they could talk, and there was a dull roar as everyone exchanged whispers about the situation. "Yeah, alright, shite timing, that's my bad."

"Your bad?" Sirius repeated incredulously. "For fuck's sake, James, I think that's a bit of an understatement."

Lily's laugh got louder as she struggled to keep quiet.

"Still not helping," Remus said to her.

"Oh I'm sorry," she said, not sounding very sorry at all and grinning widely, "but you have to admit, this is pure gold. I thought they were dating at Hogwarts and it turns out James didn't even know he fancies Sirius?"

"Woah, what?" James asked. "You knew?"

"Mate, the only one who didn't know is you," Remus said. Then he glanced at Sirius and added, "Sirius may not have known either."

"I knew that he thought I was fit; I didn't know he fancied me," Sirius hissed. "I mean, yes, I love him, but he's a sodding idiot! What arsehole doesn’t realise something like that until they’re getting married to someone else?"

"I'm beginning to feel ganged up on," James said, but he couldn't be too upset with all the butterflies in his stomach over hearing that Sirius loved him. Sirius loved him! Talk about a best case scenario. And yes, Sirius had said he was stupid, but with all the current evidence supporting that, James couldn't hold it against him. Plus, y’know, he could be stupid at times, and he knew that.

Lily snorted. "You deserve it. I mean really, waxing poetic about his hands? What did you think was going on in your head?"

"Yes this is very funny and I think we should continue it later," Remus said, "but for right now, what the hell do I do? In case you lot forgot, there's sort of a full house, here."

"Sirius," Lily said, leaning to peer around James to look at him, "how do you feel about marrying James?"

"What?" James said, but he was ignored as Lily continued.

"We've already got the venue and all the food, and I feel like someone should get married today, just so it's not a total waste."

"While that is a lovely idea, Lils, I don't think James would want to-"

"James would very much want to," James interrupted, turning to look at Sirius. "I still want to live with you, but Lily's having the baby and- I mean, it makes sense, doesn't it?"

"You're absolutely barmy, and the answer is yes," Sirius said. Which, knowing him the way that James did, wasn't much of a surprise; he was always up for the crazy ideas the instant that James said he wanted to. In the grand scheme of things, this wasn't any different.

"Okay," Remus muttered, looking down at his notes with a frown. "Erm. I don't really have a contingency for this. Do I start over?"

Lily tossed her bouquet to Sirius, who caught it even though he seemed bewildered that she had given them to him. "I think you can skip to the 'I do's'." She took off the veil and-- with a massive grin-- stuck the clip of it in James's hair. She picked up her skirts and took a little step backwards as Remus took a step to the side so he was standing in between James and Sirius instead of James and Lily.

"Do you, James Potter, take Sirius Black as your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, till death parts you?"

"I do," James said, not entirely sure that he wasn't hallucinating, but also, he wasn't going to say no on the off-chance that this was real.

Remus nodded. "And do you, Sirius Black, take James Potter as your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, till death parts you?"

"I do," Sirius said, sounding only slightly more put-together than James did.

*

Harry wrinkled his nose, squinting up at Sirius.

"Something wrong, prongslet?" Sirius asked.

"I do not think that story is true," he said, his words carefully arranged so that it didn't sound like he was calling one of his fathers a liar; he'd been told a few months ago not to call other people liars because it was rude.

"I promise, that's how it happened."

Harry's eyes squinted even more; Sirius doubted he could see anything with how little space there was between his eyelids.

"Why's Harry giving you that look?" Lily asked, walking into the room.

Sirius sighed, ruffling Harry's hair as he turned his face towards Lily. "I told him how me and Dad-" Dad meaning James "-got married and he doesn't believe me."

"It's a rather unbelievable story," Lily said understandingly. "But that is how it happened, Haz. You can ask Uncle Moony later, if you want to double-check."

[katara0524]

Impromptu Ramblings about the NEO:TWEWY Demo

In case y'all weren't aware, I've been a pretty big fan of TWEWY for a couple years now, and with the sequel coming out next month, the excitement I feel for this game is greater than ever :) I played the Demo for the first time yesterday, and following a couple views of some livestreams of others playing it, I felt like sharing my (very ramble-y) thoughts prior to the release of the full game. This post WILL contain spoilers for both TWEWY and NEO:TWEWY, so if you want to avoid those from now on, please block the tags: #twewy spoilers, #ntwewy spoilers, #neo twewy spoilers, #ntwewy, and #neo twewy ^_^ Oh, and if you wanna keep up with any other posts I make about my experience with this game, please refer to the tag "kat plays neo twewy" :)

-First things first: I have not watched the Final Trailer and I don't plan on doing so to avoid spoilers, especially after the pre-release era of KH3 where a lot of the later trailers spoiled a lot of the endgame content. That being said, I've seen some minor screenshots from the final trailer including what many believe to be characters from the original TWEWY, namely Shiki and Joshua. That is all I know about the Final Trailer and I would very much like to remain as blind as possible going into NEO :)

-The very first cutscene was quite ominous in the sense that this game is likely going to be about "changing fate" (a recently common theme in Squeenix games, which I do appreciate), perhaps leading off from the end of A New Day in the OG and trying to stop an Inversion of Shibuya. Also worth noting that A New Day had similar aspects in which the main character experienced "future visions" of tragic events, although in A New Day these events were not able to be changed, while in NEO it seems like one of the main "powers" our protagonist has is specifically to rewrite these events and avoid a "bad ending." Very interesting indeed!

-I really like the revamped comic book style dialogue scenes, it's much more fluid and modern, which is an excellent direction for the series to take!

-I would love to have an actual PokemonGO knockoff of Final Fantasy creatures, please Squeenix that would be incredibleeeeee

-Also the LINE stickers??? Are so cute???

-I would just like to point out that Fret is an absolute treasure throughout this entire demo, he's hilarious and I will protect him with my life

-UHHHH don't like that Fret picked up some Reaper Pins just out of nowhere.....or the fact that they're apparently popular all over Shibuya.............did y'all not learn anything from the OG game or what lmao

-Okay so when I first got the "curry or ramen" scene and heard NPCs talking about the new curry place replacing the old ramen place I became IMMENSELY distressed that Ramen Don was totally cut from the game because....well, Ramen Don is a King okay?? But I'm glad to learn that no, he didn't fall off the face of the earth, he's still in business and he's the one opening the curry restaurant lolol. PHEW, crisis averted!

-.....I don't like the sudden appearance of a Wall Reaper and being able to read NPC thoughts. Wtf happened when they left the ramen place??? Are they playing the Game alive somehow?

-Okay so I have my own theories about this "Swallow" character and what they're up to but considering this is only the Demo and I still Have No Idea What's Happening, I'm just gonna say that I think Swallow intentionally led Rindo and Fret to the Crossing so they could join the Game. I mean, add in the fact that Swallow still communicates with Rindo during the Game and you've got yourself a suspicious character right there lol

-"Hey they're shooting off fireworks!" Fret honey that's not fireworks oof (see also: "*laughs* I'm in danger")

-WOOOOOO way to traumatize Rindo right off the bat like that LMAOO

-The visuals for the intro are VERY GOOD, the song is pretty decent until it gets all "screamo" (which I absolutely cannot stand sorry lol)

-Shoka is every Customer Service employee ever and I respect that

-Susukichi went from being "meh" to "WOW THIS GUY IS FUN" in the span of 10 seconds and I also respect that (he is also built like an Absolute Unit which is hilarious)

-The Wall Reapers (and just Reapers in general) seem.....way nicer and more helpful this time around?? Like in the OG the Wall Reapers were SO RUDE gfhjgjdfkhn and yeah I'm sure we'll get some like that but the juxtaposition of the first Wall Reaper in the OG compared to the first one in NEO is insane.

-The puzzles are quite a bit more entertaining this time around even if it's generally the same "fetch quest" formula lol

-"Rindo's Group" way to go Fret HFKJDGHSDFKJ mans really left the default name in there lmao

-OKAYOKAYOKAY so to those who aren't aware I am a MASSIVE SIMP for Sho Minamimoto, he's my absolute favorite and I think about him daily. HIS INTRODUCTION IS. INCREDIBLE. I LOVE IT SM.

-GOD hearing him actually SPEAK FULL SENTENCES is just SO SURREAL I love this sm

-Also the remix of his theme???? NEO TRANSFORMATION????? IT'S SO GOOD????????? It's like gone from a Boss Theme to a more triumphant sounding theme and I am HERE for it (every version of Transformation is just INCREDIBLE and getting a new one is even better)

-I Love Him, Your Honor

-Also idk how exactly but it's kinda weird seeing Sho in the OG vs NEO, cuz while he's mostly the same Insane Math-Obsessed Catboy, he's.....calmed down quite a bit?? Like OG made a whole point of how poorly he cooperates with others (not to mention just being completely unhinged and trying to kill everyone), whereas here in NEO he's......actually kinda working with others??? HELLO???? Sir what happened to you and Neku during those 3 years I would love to know all about it

-I guarantee you Sho is still probably scheming shite and will likely pull some total insane BS later down the road, and I am very much looking forward to that. Also, is he looking for a certain Pin or something??? Cuz he keeps talking about different Pins and even mentions "this is just another Psych Pin" like he's actively looking for a Pin to do something with. Maybe it also has to do with the "latent powers of Players" thing he mentioned as well??? What is this dude UP TO oml (also is he in contact with Neku at all?? they're both technically fugitives at this point right?? WHAT HAPPENED AFTER A NEW DAY I AM BEGGING YOU)

-I seems like Sho ALSO has an idea of what's going on in this specific game (even if he won't admit it straightforward). Per his quote "The game's 142,857. Factor it out," he's essentially saying, "This game is a neverending cyle, figure out how to get out of it" (or at least that's what I got from his "cyclic number" nonsense lolol)

-I do like how Sho mostly stays out of sight until he's needed for a battle or assisting with a mission, that's kind of on par with his whole "uncooperative" quirk from the OG, plus he might literally have to stay out of sight of other Reapers and Players considering he's likely breaking the rules of the Game (not surprising considering him and Neku broke practically every rule in the book during OG)

-The nicknames for Sho- I can't- They're so FUNNYYYY GFHJSDFKJ

-He goes from being called "Pi-Face" and "Tabooty" in OG to "Mr. Minami" and "M-Teezy" in NEO LMAOO

-(Wowee I just realized I've been mostly talking about Sho oopsies sorry y'all, this is what I meant by thinking about him almost daily he is THAT much of a fav of mine ghfkjsd)

-Okay RIP Fret and Rindo for not getting literally ANY explanation as to how the Game works OOF, that is kinda cringe that whoever gets the Pin earns points, not whoever erases the Noise (which like I understand but also URRRGGHHH I WANNA SEE THE SQUAD SUCCEED)

-"I should be going home now it's getting late" Oh you sweet summer child-

-Also love the mention of parents in this game???? KH you could learn a thing or two from TWEWY (poor Rindo's mom fhgjkdh)

-KUBO IS HILARIOUS I SUPPORT HIM AND HIS GROSS FACE (also thank you Final Trailer thumbnail for spoiling my suspicions about him very cool smh)

-Kaie is a LAD I also support him, go King type those funky texts I believe in you

-FRET PLS STOP SCANNING FHGJKSDHKJFGHFKJ he's like me when I scan in OG during Weeks 2 and 3 and see Taboo Noise coming after me ghfjdshfj

-Also Rindo can you stay off your phone for TWO SECONDS ik you're trying to figure things out but Fret is a jelly boi and I don't want him to be upset with you my guy

-Sho being an actual sorta mentor to the kiddos?? Who are you sir this is so unlike you ghfgskj what happened to the guy who tried shooting children in the face 8 times over LMAO (granted he's probably just using them but it's still nice to see him actually cooperating and sharing knowledge with the kiddos aaaaa)

-EYO EIJI OJI THE TIKTOK INFLUENCER IS BACK LMAO

-hgjkfshgkjf "we aren't glorifying capitalism on my watch" THATS SO FUNNY TO ME GFHJFSDGHJKS (also an all-orange ensemble is disgusting you deserve jail for one thousand years fkn Cheddar Goldfish Cheezit ass woman)

-WICKED TWISTERS NAME DROP EYOOO we love to see it

-gfhsgjf Poor Rindo embarassing himself for the sake of the Game that's incredible

-R e t u r n t o M O N K E. That is all.

-Dialogue during boss battles is HELLA cool i love that

-HHHHH THE KANON SCENE MADE ME A N G E R Y FRET STOP SIMPING MY GUY says the girl with a Literal Simp Encyclopedia and simps for pixels on a screen daily

-Can't wait to see the other Reapers :eyes emoji:

-CAN'T WAIT TO SEE NAGI MY BELOVED YEAHHHH WOOOOOO AAAAND that's about it for the demo lolol, I absolutely CANNOT wait for next month, this game is gonna be INCREDIBLE holy hell Prepare for more simping, more screaming, and more vibing from Yours Truly :) I fully intend on sharing more general thoughts like this on both Tumblr and Twitter so it's not just reblog-retweet-reblog-retweet with the occasional comment fhgskjd

If you wanna witness my insanity up close and personal I have a Square Enix Discord server called Sea Side Dreamers! You can look it up on Disboard, or you can add me on Discord @Katara0524#9244 for a direct link :) We have topics about Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, NieR, and ofc TWEWY (as well as other topics!), so if you want some good ol' chaos and chitchat, you're more than welcome to join!

[sneezy-cheeseloaf]

recounting the entire avengers: endgame movie, which i only saw once when it came out, from memory

because i just took the SAT and i want to do anything except think about that so get ready for a fun ride full of holes and my reenactments of scenes and quotes that i remember from however many years it’s been now since endgame came out. buckle the fuckle up

movie opens, clint’s whole ass family fucking dies. cue killing spree fueled by grief and anger. HashTag Relatable

tony is floating through space with nebula and teaching her how to play paper football

holy shit is this how tony dies

“pep” ouc h

oh hey he’s home, dope

The Gang (tm) learns where thanos’s farm is somehow i can’t really remember

“perhaps i judged you too harshly”

“???? thor????” “what? i went for the head”

“five” five what?? days?? weeks??? months???? oh boy i can’t wait to find ou- “years later” HUH???????

steve looks the exact same, so i guess he kept up that workout schedule even through the snap. i mean good for him honestly

and is also running a talk therapy group like sam did

a single smidgen of gay representation but it’s a good start ig

i don’t really remember what everyone else was doing, i just know that tony and pep have morgan now but idk if that gets revealed now or later

the only reason we had a movie is because of a rat. everyone say thank you to Rat for releasing scott lang, please. round of applause

scott’s daughter is all grown up and catch me sobbing over the fact that he wasn’t there to see it

somewhere in here nat is crying and eating a sandwich and honestly girl same

“hey!!! it’s me!!!! scott lang!!! ant man???? also what the hell happened???? lemme IN”

cue scott lang having a single brain cell and bringing up time travel. i think it was him that proposed the idea. maybe not. but imma give him credit

oh yeah bruce and hulk are besties now and bruce is just permanently Like That

and cue everyone being shook at the idea of time travel

time to go see Science Man at his house on the lake

“i wish you had come for anything else.” ouch

gang leaves dejectedly

peter. that’s it. and suddenly tony is all hands on deck

cue science mumbo jumbo in the middle of the night while he eats something out of a bag that i can’t remember

“shit!!” “sHiT!!!” “NO”

“i love you 3000″

Science Man reveals that he has, indeed cracked the code to literal time travel

cue nat, the only person with an umbrella, going to find clint who is busy with murder, as he does

“don’t do that. don’t give me home” stfu budapest man and get in the car.

thor has. enlargened. and is now playing fortnight with korg as a means to cope with what happened plus losing loki, as i think we all would

The Gang is back together and working (surprisingly) coordinately and throwing ideas around and it’s actually very cute. and it makes my heart very happy. and i want to cry every time i think about it because we all know what comes next

scott’s taco gets blown away. bruce gives him another. all is well in the world

and in this exhibit we see the only brain cell in the whole group, which is being used by rhodey at all times

“why don’t we just,,,, (choking motion)” “to a BABY???”

during the time tests someone gets reverted to a baby but i don’t remember who and it’s highkey disturbing

“i consider this an absolute win!!”

cue slo mo walk with the cool white time suits that everyone looks so good in

“see you in a minute” that smile. she looks so happy. sobbing

i think it’s in here that all the color go through steve’s eyes, so let’s just take a minute to acknowledge how pretty he is

“just for the record, that suit did nothing for your ass.” “i don’t remember asking you to look”

“that’s america’s ass.” yes it is scott you’re absolutely right

“i cOuLd dO tHiS aLL dAy” “yeah i knoOoOW”

time for tony to give tony a heart attack and then just stare in what i can only assume is amusement. i’m pretty sure that comes after america’s ass but maybe not

somewhere in here steve is just staring at peggy through blinds and it’s sad when you see it but when you think about it afterwards, it’s so funny for no reason

time to get whacked by a very angry hulk who was not allowed to use the elevator

“NO STAIRS”

tony goes flying. so does the tesseract. loki, in handcuffs, is like “oh bet this is mine now” and. Leaves.

i’m pretty sure it’s bruce who goes and gets schooled by The Ancient One on the multiverse, and i say it’s bruce because i think he’s the only one out of The Gang who could ever actually wrap his head around it

i don’t remember exactly how they get the tesseract but they do

thor and rocket are in asgard and thor has a panic attack, as I think we all would if we had to talk to our dead mother and pretend like we don't know what's going to happen

and remember kids, slapping someone is not the way to handle a panic attack. anyways

a mother always knows

"i'm still worthy!!!!" you always were, thor. you never stopped being worthy

and we have our hammer back

cue sobbing on vormir

“clint. it’s ok. it’s ok.” that smile.

nat’s fucking dead and i’m fucking dead inside let’s keep this party goin

other stones are recovered and i don’t really remember how but hey we got all six

“where’s nat?” cue more sobbing from me and from clint as you can see each and every team member’s heart drop to the fucking floor. especially steve

yeah maybe we’re doing this for half the universe and all the people we lost, but mostly for nat now

tony’s makeshift infinity gauntlet has entered the chat

Green Man is the only one who can physically take the power of the stones, so the fate of literally everything they have ever done up to this point is on him

snap rest in peace bruce’s arm

cue every single person in the theater holding their breath

“guys. it worked.”

cue explosion as their facility gets bombed and i am terrified that it has killed the entire gang

but it obviously has not and i am once again a Class A Idiot

i can't remember if it’s steve or tony who wakes up first but one shakes the other awake and is like “get the fuck up bitch idk what just happened but we got a problem”

everyone is mostly fine. but they’re all alive and that’s what matters

and now we have the setting for the entire rest of the movie basically

oh hey thanos. that’s uh. that’s a big army you got there

i don’t really remember everything that happened with The Past thanos, gamora, and nebula but i remember that gamora once again sees what a twat her adoptive father is and is like “oh hell na”

cue the gang fighting for their lives against Past thanos. literally

oh shit thor’s about to be killed????

OH MY GOD HE HAS THE HAMMER

cue the theater screaming as they should

hell yeah. bonk that giant space grape with the god of thunder’s hammer. you go steve. and look like a badass doing it as you should

shit’s still fucked and they eventually get their asses handed to them one by one

somewhere in here the shield breaks just like we saw in age of ultron. and like damn bro i liked that thing

steve stands up by himself because bitch. you cant kill him unless he says so. he dies on his own terms. he didn’t live for over a fucking century to die like this

our mans is standing up against a whole ass army knowing full well that he can’t win but damn if he aint ready to try

“ok listen strange. you have to open the portal to his left. his LEFT. you hear me???”

“steve. STEVE. on your left.”

cue the most goosebump-inducing scene that i have ever seen and probably will ever see. i would do anything to see that scene for the first time again. that feeling was like nothing i’ve ever experienced

the amazing symphonics are NOT helping my already-about-to-explode-from-excitement heart

now the gang’s ALL here. and we all cry because all of our peeps are back from the dead and we all missed them and highkey grieved for them after infinity war

i can’t remember if steve actually sees bucky yet but i think he does and i wanted to cry on the spot because not only did i miss bucky but man did i just want them to see each other again

cue sick pan of the whole ass marvel roster like smash ultimate, including howard duck somewhere in there

PETER OUR BOY SWINGIN ON IN

“AVENGERS. assemble.” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

but we all know damn well that not a single person could hear him whisper that shit. like steve bro speak up a little

and the battle for the ages commences

we get to see all our favorite boys are girls fuck shit up and it’s absolutely incredible. wow it really feels like someone’s missing who could that be.

this is now a very elaborate game of keepaway

“catch” “Catch” “CATCH “CATCH”

“hey queens” he remembered. catch me cryin

“hey peter. got somethin for me?” god i love her. flew through a whole ass spaceship. no stoppin her

t'challa remembers clint's name. he did care

oh yeah scott is fucking humongous again, but third time’s the charm ig. maybe he won't pass the fuck out this time

somewhere in here, strange starts holding like. an entire ocean back and i dont really remember where it came from

we get a whole segment of marvel women kicking ass and taking names and i think i just need to take a minute. WE collectively need to take a minute

carol flies straight through a spaceship and everyone is like ???? hello????? where have you been?????????

carol gets literally headbutted by thanos and doesnt move a fucking inch. and that look of murder in her eyes. she could tell me to walk into a pit of lava and i would not question it. the power

“launch the missiles!!!” “but sir, our army-” “DO IT”

damn thanos our expectations for you were low but holy fuck

somewhere in here i think petter quill sees Past gamora and is like gamora???? and she like kicks him in the balls or somethin and is like “this is the ones i picked?????”

the fight continues and honestly a lot of it’s a blur but damn was it not the coolest thing i’ve ever seen. 

cue strange knowing exactly how this was gonna go down, and holding up a single finger

i dont think ive ever seen that look on tony's face before

oh shit thanos has the gauntlet and all the stones. fuck.

wait holdup that gauntlet looks a little funky

WAIT HOLDUP

“i am inevitable”

“and i. am iron man.”

the theater, once again holds its breath

all is lowkey calm and everyone is shook

thanos’s entire army slowly fades away. including one of those big worm things that almost eats (i think it was) rocket but like. dusts right as it hits the ground and is a really cool shot

and thanos sits down on a rock. and finally is gone. and it's so cathartic

oh joyous day!! they’ve won!! they’ve done it!!! wait holdup where’s tony. i remember what happened to bruce where the fuck is tony

wait

wait hold on

wait hold on a minute

“we did it. we won, mr stark. we won. please, mr stark”

“pep.”

“it’s ok. you can rest. you can rest.”

i have officially passed away and am a sobbing mess. you can’t do this to me. he’s gonna come back. there’s no way. tony stark doesn’t die. no.

this is a fucking funeral. i am going to combust into tears

“proof that tony stark has a heart”

i just wanted him to be able to see morgan grow up.

but him and nat are eating shawarma together in the sky now.

“i’m recording this in case something goes wrong, which it won’t.”

“i love you 3000.”

oh we’re still rolling. oh we don’t even get a minute to process

steve is leaving??? wait holdup we cant lose both. no

“are you sure about this?” “i have to”

“i’m with you til the end of the line” so that was a fucking lie

but steve deserves to do what makes him happy. so i can’t be too mad. actually, nah i aint even mad i’m just sad

bucky looks so dejected. so sad. someone please give him a hug. he desperately needs it

oh hey steve. but you’re old now. hey then, grandpa. how did you. get there

buck and sam go talk to him as they should

“you wanna talk about her?” “no, i don’t think i will”

“how does it feel?” “like it belongs to someone else”

sam has officially inhered the shield, and by extension, his very own bucky barnes. it’s a packaged deal

clint’s got his family back. and they can finally finish their picnic or whatever they were doing at the beginning of the movies

and steve finally got that dance. finally. and he looks so happy. so content.

and that’s about all i remember

i have not watched endgame since i saw it in theaters when it came out because i absolutely do not have the emotional stability to do it again. but damn the disney plus shows have been bangin

i hope you enjoyed the ride, thank you for joining me in my. whatever the fuck this is

[singtotheskiies]

Hi can I make a request? Scott Lang x team cap!reader where they get to know each other in the car ride during Civil War and during the fight 🤣 but like when they open the door like in the movie and he is like asleep and wakes up, the reader is like drooling on him and its funny? And after the home arrest at the end they go and visit him secretly because they escaped with the others. Sorry for my English ❤

request: Hi can I make a request? Scott Lang x team cap!reader where they get to know each other in the car ride during Civil War and during the fight ��� but like when they open the door like in the movie and he is like asleep and wakes up, the reader is like drooling on him and its funny? And after the home arrest at the end they go and visit him secretly because they escaped with the others. Sorry for my English ❤

summary: the civil war between the avengers may have bred a lot of tension and strife, but it brought you one good thing—scott lang.

words: 2432

warnings: none, it’s just fluff:))

a/n: scott is a literal angel bb; i got so into writing this imagine🥺🥺i hope you enjoy!!!!

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You sit in the back of the white van, looking straight ahead at the back of Wanda’s head in front of you. Clint is driving, shoulders set stiffly, his knuckles white around the wheel. If you had to pick one word to describe the mood of the car, you would have to go with an obvious “silent.” Everyone seems grim—everyone except for Scott, who’s sitting next to you—so close, in fact, that you could feel him—

“Are you—vibrating?” you ask in disbelief, looking at him sideways.

“I—uh—you just talked to me?”

“Yeah?”

“Oh my god, wow, I definitely haven’t been waiting like years for this to happen, I mean look at you, you’re just—“

You’re full-on staring at him now, brow furrowed in confusion and amusement.

“Thanks—I think?”

“God, I just—I’m such a huge fan of yours. My daughter Cassie loves what you do, she can’t get enough of you on the news. ‘Record it, Daddy!’ she always says when you’re on, and I say, ‘Okay, peanut!’ because I want to watch you as much as she does, and—oh, lord, I’m making such a fool of myself, I’m sorry—“

“Hey, it’s okay! Just—take a breather,” you say, chuckling. “That’s—really flattering, actually. Very nice of you.”

“Oh, wow,” Scott says, and you can actually see him blush at your words. “Um, thanks—that means a lot.”

“Hey, I’ve heard of what you’ve done, too. Pretty amazing stuff,” you say, and his face practically glows.

“Aw, it’s nothing—I mean, compared to you, I’m just insignificant. Like an ant—okay, that was horrible,” he trails off. Once he sees you laughing at his unintended joke, he visibly relaxes and smiles along with you.

“You know, Scott,” you say, “I think the fact you were asked here is pretty telling of your abilities. They wouldn’t have wanted you to come if they didn’t think you were capable.” He looks down shyly, murmuring a thanks, and you grin at him. You’re beginning to get an idea of this man—adorable, dorky, determined with a heart of gold. He’s not too hard on the eyes, either.

“Hey, Scott, tell me some more about your daughter,” you say, and the two of you strike up a conversation.

At some point, Clint yells at the two of you to pipe down, muttering something about not being able to think over your laughter. Wanda just shoots you a smug look, raising her eyebrows suggestively. You roll your eyes at her, muttering “grumpy ol’ Clint” before turning back to Scott and talking at a reduced volume.

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After some time, Scott notices you stifle a series of yawns. Your eyes start to droop, and he finds your slow blinks stupidly endearing. “Sleepy?” he asks softly.

You giggle, and he swears his heart bursts from how cute it is. “Yeah, a little. The car’s moving really smoothly and y—“ You trail off.

“What?”

“It’s nothing, I just—I guess your voice is pretty soothing, too,” you say, and Scott clears his throat subconsciously.

“Uh, thanks! I mean, I think that’s what I should say—sorry, it’s—that’s really nice of you, thanks,” he stutters out, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and pride. You smile at him before yawning again, covering your wide-open mouth with a hand he wishes he could hold. He doesn’t think he could ever work up the courage to do that, but your compliment makes him feel a little powerful. Adrenaline rushing through him, he opens his mouth to make an offer.

“Um, if you’re—y’know—tired, you could always, like, rest your head on my shoulder if you wanted? Of course, I’m not trying to force you or anything, but it might be more comfortable than the window. Or maybe not. But, uh, offer still sta—“ His rambling is cut off by your (very soft and nice-smelling) head softly landing on the offered shoulder. He stiffens at first, unsure of how to react, but eventually leans his head onto yours, feeling your hair brush against his cheek. He fully intends to stay awake to savor every single second of your presence, but your steady breathing, soft body, and comforting smell all but force him to drift softly into sleep.

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The sound of voices outside the van rouses you, and you start when you remember you had fallen asleep on Scott shoulder. God, how embarrassing, you think, sitting up straight. To make matters worse, there’s a dark patch on Scott’s shoulder that makes your heart drop. You couldn’t possibly have—drooled on his shoulder, could you? Hopefully he won’t notice. Looking up, you realize that the two of you are alone in the van. He’s still asleep, leaning back onto the headrest. You’re about to gently shake him awake when the van door slams open, blinding your still-sleepy eyes with daylight.

Scott jumps, also startling awake. “What time zone is this?” he asks, and you laugh before hopping out of the van and realizing that standing in front of you is the rest of your team. You nod and wave at Steve, Sam, and Bucky—you had fought with them a few times before.

Scott rushes by you, exclaiming “Captain America!” and shaking the mentioned hero’s hand vigorously. His eyes are full of adoration as he continues, “It’s an honor! I’m shaking your hand too long—“ He steps back, an awkwardly adorable smile on his face as he clumsily introduces himself to everyone else. After introductions, it‘s time to get suited up, and the two of you walk side by side.

“Hey, uh, I’m sorry for—y’know,” you say, motioning to his still-damp shoulder.

“No, it’s okay—I don’t mind. My mom always used to say that drooling meant you were sleeping really well. So I’m glad you were comfortable,” he says, laughing.

“I most certainly was,” you answer, laughing with him.

“You were so calm meeting them, I mean, wow, that’s impressive! I know you’ve fought with them before, but I would still be losing my mind if I was anywhere near Cap,” he continues.

“They’re just like the rest of us,” you say. “Powerful, yes, but also imperfect people who need help. I’m just here to provide that help.”

“Wow,” Scott says, staring at you with doe eyes. “That’s something else.”

You just smile affectionately at him.

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Scott is speechless for a full minute when he sees you in your fighting gear. Standing stock-still in shock, he manages out a “You—look—wow—even better in person,” and you grin.

“Not too bad yourself, Lang. It suits you,” you say, before chuckling. “Now it’s my turn to make a bad pun.”

Scott manages to quirk one side of his mouth up before Cap’s voice breaks him out of his daze—time to fight.

Punching and ducking and flipping, you manage to land quite a few hits for your team. You’re getting good feedback over the comms, and you continue to fight, maneuvering around the opposing Avengers fluidly. As focused as you are on fighting, you can’t help but notice how innovative and successful Scott’s tactics are. Plus, his commentary makes you chuckle more times than you’d care to admit. One time, he’d even used your shoulder for a running jump, and feeling his tiny feet as they pounded across you was definitely an interesting experience.

There comes a point in the fight where your team needs a little momentum, and Scott offers his help without hesitating.

“I got something kind of big, but I can’t hold it for long. On my signal, run like hell. If I tear myself in half—don’t come back for me,” he says.

“He’s gonna tear himself in half?” Bucky asks.

“You’re sure about this, Scott?” Steve adds.

“Scott, that doesn’t seem reasonable,” you say, trying to conceal some of the overpowering worry in your voice. “You could really get hurt.”

From your hiding place, you can see Scott look right in your direction. “I do it all the time,” he says. “Well, once—in a lab. Then I passed out.” You shake your head at him: this doesn’t sound at all good.

“Scott!” you cry, but he’s already running, repeating “I’m the boss, I’m the boss,” in an apparent attempt to psych himself up. He jumps, landing on Rhodey’s back. In a split second, he’s the size of a building, towering over the airfield.

“Oh my god,” you murmur, staring up at him. Your attention is soon captured by Steve’s hand on your arm.

“We gotta get out of here!” He yells over the noise of the fight.

“We can’t leave Scott!” you scream back, but Steve is already dragging you toward the exit. “Hey, are you hearing me?”

“He’ll be fine!” Steve says, gripping your arm tighter. “He’s smart; he’ll figure it out!” You hear the shot of Tony’s machine heading for the two of you and duck under a car, using the opportunity to pull free of Steve’s hand. Ignoring his calls after you, you break into a run, heading back to where Scott is being tangled up by the spider-kid.

“Scott, c’mon!” you shout through the comm. “Everyone’s safe except for the two of us!”

“Y’know, I’d really like to, but this kid’s got me all tangled up,” Scott yells back. “This stuff is really sti—woah!” His giant form begins to topple, and you run instinctively, jumping and landing a hard hit on the teen—Peter, you thought.

“Sorry, kid,” you say. No hard feelings.” You turn your focus to Scott, who’s about to hit the ground. You can only pray he’s able to size down before he wrecks the whole place—and, very possibly, himself.

At the last possible moment, he shrinks to his normal height, hitting the ground with a thud that makes you wince. Without even thinking, you run to him and kneel down.

“Does anyone have any orange slices?” he quips, and in your utter relief, you wrap him in a tight hug. You notice that even after having fought, he smelled really, really good.

“Ow,” he muttered, and you pulled away.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I totally forgot—“ you stammered. “Did I hurt you at all?”

“No, no, it’s all good,” he said, falling back onto the ground. “It—felt really nice. I mean, yeah, you were pressing against some scrapes and all, but you, uh, well—it was—very nice.”

You sigh in relief before remembering that the two of you were very much in the middle of a battle zone. “We gotta get out of here,” you say. “Are you good to stand?”

“Probably,” Scott says, wincing. “Although I might need some help.”

“Get up here,” you say, standing and reaching a hand out to him. He manages to get upright, but limps a bit and seems generally stiff. You offer an arm to support him as the two of you run, definitely not paying attention to the defined muscles stretching under your hand. The two of you manage to make it to the quinjet, sprinting inside to safety as you dodge blasts from Tony and Rhodey’s suits.

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An hour later, you’re sitting in the quinjet, dabbing some hydrogen peroxide on a cut on Scott’s cheek. You frown as you reach a particularly stubborn spot, shifting so that you draw closer to him, legs further intertwining with his. As you move the cotton gently towards his hairline, your eyes are drawn to his. You’re surprised to find that he’s gazing at you, expression soft and half-lidded in admiration. When he notices you look back, he gives you a shy smile, eyes crinkling up adorably.

“Thanks for helping me back there,” he whispers.

“You’re more than welcome. I couldn’t just leave you there. I was worried.”

“Wow, you—really? About lil ol’ me?”

You hum in affirmation, feeling your heart soar strangely in your throat as you take in the man in front of you. Leaning forward, you press a gentle kiss to his uninjured cheek and get the pleasure of seeing a rosy blush spread all the way down his neck. You reposition yourself so that you’re sitting next to him, placing your head on his shoulder a second time.

And when his hand finds yours, hesitant, searching, you can’t bring yourself to care about anything else.

✖️✖️✖️

You knock on the door, readjusting your dark glasses and ballcap as you wait for Scott to answer. Even though what you’re doing is probably illegal, you know how Scott values connection despite his awkwardness. You’ve taken the liberty of visiting him, bringing him snacks and little gifts and games you’d think he’d enjoy—and, hopefully, best of all—yourself.

You hear his footsteps nearing the door, crashing into something on the way followed by a subdued curse of pain. He’s still grimacing when your eyes meet his, but the expression quickly morphs into one of disbelief.

“W—what are you doing here!” he exclaims, looking equally floored and excited at your presence.

“Thought you might be a little lonely, so I thought I’d help,” you say, lifting up the bag of gifts and food.

“Well—wow—uh—please, come in.”

As you step inside, Scott whirls around the room, adjusting small objects and not-so-small messes as he does do. “Gosh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know anyone was coming. Especially you! I mean, I would have, y’know, actually cleaned up if I’d known—“ He looks at you sheepishly, but you just smile.

“I think it’s perfect, Scott. Now what say we have a look at what I broughtcha, huh?”

He rummages through the bag with the eagerness of a child, and you watch him affectionately exclaim at each new thing he finds. When he reaches the last object, he looks up at you in complete awe.

“Thank you! I—uh—I don’t know what to say,” he says.

“Hey, it’s my pleasure,” you say, beaming at him.

“Um—do you, uh, have anywhere else to go today?” Scott asks, not meeting your eyes.

“Hmm—not that I can think of,” you reply, grinning.

“Would you like to—well, y’know—hang out some? We can try to make a dent in all this food,” he says, voice adorably unsure and excited all at once.

“I’d love that,” you say.

Later that night, he somehow works up the courage to kiss you on the couch while you watch a movie. It’s soft, reverent almost, and he places his forehead on yours afterwards, eyes closed in bliss, awestruck breath coming in the form of a barely-there giggle.

“You’re amazing,” he says, and you assure him you feel the same with another series of short, soft kisses.

[bangtan-sonyeonddaeng]

Hoseok Scenario| He is afraid to confess because he doesn’t want to drag you into his idol life

Hoseok had been friends with you for a really long time, since before he became a trainee. You two were close friends in high school and just always managed to keep in touch. He always made time for you even despite his busy life as idol. You were always there, cheering him on from the shadows. You sent him encouraging texts often, sent him funny videos of you reacting to their comebacks or award stages. He had started developing feelings for you that were stronger than friendship after he had become an idol. You were his rock, always there for him and always doing your best to cheer him up and make him smile. He didn’t have to always be the happy mood maker around you, and he appreciated that so much. 

However he told himself he was never going to confess. No matter how much he liked you, he didn’t want to drag you into this crazy and hectic lifestyle of his. And plus, he had seen how the fans reacted when a celebrity even got remotely close to them, even if they were just friends. He couldn’t imagine the amount of rude comments that would be sent your way if the public had even found out about your friendship. 

So he continued to keep your friendship as it was. Text messages, late night phone calls, and occasional visits to your home under the cover of darkness when he was less likely to be seen.

However this time you were tired of being cooped up in your house every time he came to visit, and he wasn’t going to lie, he was getting kind of tired of it too. 

“Can we just go the movies once Hobi. Please?” You’re pouting at him and you know it’s his weakness. 

“Ah! Y/n none of that you put that lip back in your mouth I am not falling for that pout today.”

“But we haven’t gone out together in so long..”

“Yeah, because the few times we tried I was almost recognized, remember?”

“But if we go to the movie it will be dark! No one will see us. You can wear your mask and hat. And you can just wear some regular casual clothes. Not that Gucci, Chanel, and Dior stuff you always wear. Just throw on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt or something. We’ll just look like two ordinary people going to hang out together.” He’s close to breaking, he has such a hard time saying no to you. 

“Y/n.. I don’t think..”

“Please, Hobi? I really just want to spend time with you like we used to. Let’s just pretend you aren't famous. Just for one night?” His resolve has officially crumbled into pieces on the floor. 

“Okay..” 

“Yes!!” You jump up and into his arms, hugging him tightly. Hoseok hopes you don’t notice the way his heart is hammering in his chest. 

“But it’s just for one movie and that’s it! If this goes badly don’t ever ask me again, okay? You know I am just trying to keep you safe right?” You pull away and see the concern and worry in his expression. 

“I know.. I just wish things could be different. I honestly think things would be so much easier if our friendship was just out in the open.” He scoffs.

“Easier for who!? The media would have a field day with you and your every mistake would be aired to the world. People would find out every little minute detail about your life and you would be in danger. They would find out where you live, who your family is-”

“Okay, okay I get it. I know it’s for my safety it just sucks sometimes that we can’t be like normal friends.” 

“I know y/n. I wish things could be different. Believe me I do.” I’d ask you to be mine right now if things were. Hell I would have asked you years ago if they were.. He’s lost in his own thoughts when he feels you flick his forehead. 

“Earth to Hoseok. What are you thinking about so intently over there?”

“Ah, nothing. It’s nothing. Just thinking about which movie I want to see. You about ready to go?”

“Sure! Let me just grab my jacket and then we’ll leave.” 

Hoseok is on edge the entire time you two are walking into the theater and he doesn't seem to settle down until the movie starts. He scoots closer to you until  your legs are brushing up against one another. You place a hand on his thigh and give it a comforting squeeze, to assure him that everything is fine. He finally relaxes and lets his head loll over onto your shoulder. You both don’t notice the person in the front row, taking photos of the two of you with the flash off every time the screen lights up enough. 

You walk back to the car, feeling happy that it seems like everything has went fine. He drops you off back at your apartment and you say your goodbyes and he promises to call you tomorrow.  He continues back home and crashes as soon as his head hits the pillow. The next thing he knows he’s woken up by his phone ringing. He glances at the clock and sees it’s just after 8:00 in the morning. He groans and declines the call without even seeing who it is. Within seconds his phone is ringing again. He picks his head up and looks at the caller ID and sees that it’s you. You never call him this early and now he’s worried. He answers and is immediately met with your panicked voice.

“Hoseok I am so sorry. I fucked up. I never should have suggested we went out together I am so so sorry!” He sits up in bed immediately. 

“Y/n? What’s going on what happened?”

“Someone took photos of us in the theater yesterday and it’s all over the internet. There’s people outside my apartment I don’t know what to do. I’m stuck. What do I do?!” 

“Stay calm y/n just take a few deep breaths for me okay?” You listen and let his voice calm you down as your breathing evens out. “Good. Okay I am going to have some of our guards come and get you and bring you back here. We’ll figure this out. Big hit will handle this trust me. It’s not the first time someone tried to pass a dating scandal onto us.” 

“Okay..” This isn’t Hoseok your best friend you’re talking to right now. You can tell by the serious tone his voice has taken on. This is Jhope, who’s had to deal with these kinds of things more times than you’d probably like to admit. You trust him whole heartedly to fix things. 

When their body guards arrive you are escorted out of the building, but not before you’re swarmed by the paparazzi nearly blinding you with the flashes from their cameras and hounding you with their questions. 

Hoseok is anxiously pacing back and forth in his apartment until the door opens and he sees you standing there. He immediately runs to you and pulls you into his arms holding you tightly. 

“I am so sorry y/n I never wanted this for you. I never wanted to drag you into my messy hectic life and look what happened.” You bury your face in his chest and take a few deep breaths. 

“It’s okay Hoseok. I’m okay. Nothing happened to me.”

“What do you mean?! Everyone knows where you live now. You aren’t safe. Your whole life has just been uprooted because of me.”

“It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t want to go out and I pushed you anyway.”

“You know I can’t say no to you.” He offers you a small smile and you chuckle.

“Yeah, I do know and I pulled out all the stops to get you to go out with me and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken advantage of that.” There’s another knock on his door and some of the people from the company along with Namjoon are now standing in his living room looking at the two of you still wrapped in each other’s arms. You move away from each other and blush. 

“So how do you want to handle this? Everyone already thinks you two are dating and by the way you two were cozied up to each other during the movie it is going to be really hard to spin this any other way to make it believable.”

“Can’t you just tell them the truth? That y/n and I are childhood friends and we have kept in touch this whole time?” Namjoon places a photo on the table. It’s the moment where you had rested your hand on his thigh and you honestly never noticed the fond way Hoseok looked at you until now. He almost looks like he’s in lo-. You cut yourself off now wanting to get your hopes up that he might feel the same way about you too.

“You really think after this photo they're gonna believe that? You look like you’re in love with each other and have been for a long time.” Namjoon offers. He’s looking at Hoseok with a knowing look, like he’s expecting him to say something to you. You glance at Hoseok and he looks like he’s really struggling with something. 

“Then we tell them the whole truth. That I’ve had feelings for y/n for a really long time. We went out together as friends. But there is nothing else going on between us and that’s why I am looking like that. We’re not dating and have no plans to in the future.” Your mouth hangs open as you realize he has just confessed his feelings for you in front of the company, and one of his best friends. 

“Are you okay with that y/n?” All eyes are on you now as Namjoon is looking at you.

“No, I’m not okay with that at all. Can you give Hobi and me a minute alone please?” They all nod and you grab Hoseok’s hand to lead him to his room. You shut the door behind you and spin around to confront him.

“How long?” 

“Huh?”

“How long have you had feelings for me?”

“Right after I debuted.. You were always so sweet and just.. there for me like no one else was. I could completely be myself around you without fear of judgment and it was during those dark times, when you were shining most brightly that I realized I liked you as more than a friend.” 

“Why didn’t you just tell me that?”

“Because you see what happened! I didn’t want you to have to be a part of this life.”

“So, what? You were just going to let both of us be miserable hiding our feelings from each other? You were just making that decision for the both of us to not let me be a part of this life?” Your voice is rising are you are becoming more irritated. 

“Y/n you don’t want this-”

“Don’t you dare make that decision for me Jung Hoseok.” The use of his full name lets him know how serious you are right now. “I have liked you for so long now.. but I thought there was no way you felt the same way. I had no idea you were keeping it a secret because you thought I wouldn’t want to be a part of this idol lifestyle with you.”

“You mean to tell me you’re okay with this?”

“With having my privacy violated and having paparazzi swarm my house? Absolutely not. But I am willing to deal with all of that and any other hardships that come my way because I want to be with you. I’m tired of hiding my feelings, aren’t you?” Hoseok considers your words carefully before he answers.

“Y/n there is no going back after this. You will constantly be in the spotlight, every move you make will be scrutinized. You won’t be able to go out anywhere by yourself and honestly you really shouldn’t even stay in your same apartment. Do you fully understand what you’re asking for?” You take his hand and lace your fingers with his. Using your other free hand to reach up and cup his face.

“Yes. I understand. I am willing to deal with all of that if it means I get to have you by my side.” Hoseok can’t hold back anymore as once again, his walls are crumbled and he finally gives in to kiss you. He’s never felt such strong feelings for anyone before and he feels like he’s floating. He moves his hands to tighten his grip on your hips and he begins walking you back towards his bed when there’s a knock on the bedroom door. When you disconnect from one another the both of you are breathless but smiling at one another. 

“Come in.” It’s Namjoon who opens the door.

“Everything okay in here?”

“Yeah, we’re okay Namjoon.”

“So what do you want to do?”

“Tell them the truth.”

“Which is...?” He asks with a knowing grin on his face.

“That we’re together. That we’ve liked each other for a long time, have been friends for even longer. And that nothing the media, company, or anyone else has to say is going to change those feelings.” Namjoon smiles and places a hand on his shoulder.

“Alright then. That’s what we’ll do. I’m proud of you for finally confessing your feelings. I was getting really tired of having to hear this guy pine over you night after night, groaning about how he wants nothing more than to hold you in his arms and kiss you and- oof” Hoseok elbows him in the stomach and tells him to shut up as you are covering your mouth to hide your laughter. Hoseok looks at you with uncertainty in his eyes. 

“Last chance to change your mind, y/n.”

“I’m not going to change my mind. You’re stuck with me.. for as long as you want me.”

[popculturebuffet]

DWD Reviews: A Brush with Oblivion Or Is Everyone Blind and Stupid? (Commission by WeirdKev27)

Well this was a mixed bag if I ever saw one. Taking a break from the Ride, since Kev commissioned this during my still going black friday sale, seriously 3 bucks for episode commissions get after it, I thought this would be pretty good.. good villain with a good gimmick. Could be intresting. I didn’t count on EVERYONE but Honker, Gosalyn and Splatter Phoenix themselves daring to be stupid. I mean my god in god we trust, this one was frustrating. I WANTED to like it for it’s brilliant qualities but the main plot is so frustrating, Let’s discuss shall we? First off WHY Kev commissioned this one. He was waiting till I did Quackerjack and Bushroot but he decided to do it early because sale prices. See this is a BONUS chapter in “March to Justice Ducks”. It’s very thinly associated with it, but honestly had I had the idea myself I would’ve gladly done this and I thank Kev for it. See Tad Stones regretted putting Negaduck in the fearsome five. It’s not that Negs is a bad character.. it’s the opposite. Being such a dynamic and interesting one.. meant he overshadowed the other four to the point they didn’t get as much of a chance to shine. So in hindsight, had he had the chance to do it all over again he would’ve put Splatter Phoenix here in there instead. And I’m incllined to agree: as the comics show, Quackerjack could’ve been the leader easy and if not him Megavolt, but neither would’ve overpowered the others. That being said the five we did get are great, and the dynamic is fine, but I can’t fault him for wanting them to be equals instead of minons. 

And honestly , and getting to one of the episodes strengths, Splatter Phoenix IS a thoroughly awesome villain with a unique and interesting power. In short she’s an experimental artist who through her experimenting, created a paint brush that can bring paintings to life and control them as well as allow her to travel in and out of them. She’s voiced here by  Dani Staahl, who i’ve never heard of but is terrific. And shockingly, she’s voiced by a rather sizeable voice next time with Andrea Martin of SCTV fame. And if your wondering if i’m going to cover her other appearance you are extremely correct, just probably further down the line or for another commission.  But her powers are used REALLY creatively by the episode, having her and Darkwing and Co run through various abstract art I can’t really name outside of the salvador dahli piece at the end because I don’t know art. That being said, it still looks utterly gorgeous and while I can’t name most of the pieces or the artists behind them, the wiki does say most are pastiches. They are recognizable though and it does look utterly stunning from a cubist piece to the dahli finale to Gosalyn’s dinosaur picture seen above. Each style is unique, crisp and beautifully animated and they and splatter are the saving grace of the episode. These sequences are some of the best i’ve seen from the show and, especially for a low budget 90′s kids show even a disney one, are REALLY impressive and would be even today. And her attidue helps. While her gimmick is simple, she talks in intellectual art speak most of the time, it’s funny enough to enjoy. Plus, it weirdly does things for me and I don’t know how to respond to that so let’s move on. 

My shame aside, you may be wondering two things then: Why I don’t like this episode, and why i’m not covering it my usual style. Well the answer to both is otherwise.. this episode is REALLY damn obnoxious. Splatter takes up enough to make it watchable.. but the main spine of the episode not only pisses me off in a very specific way, as it follows a story trope I CANNOT stand, but in a general way it’s just frustrating and REALLY dumb.  The basic premise is it’s children’s art night at the musem, with the kids various paintings being displayed, so naturally The Mallards and the Muddlefoots are both there, with Honker having painted a painting within a painting and Gosalyn having painted a horrifing but neat dinosaur piece. It’s then.. the plot starts and my patience evaporates. Honker spots Splatter in a painting and spots her comit a theft but no one belivies him. They belivie it wasn’t him, because he dosen’t have the target on him, but his parents think he’s making stuff up and so does Drake. Or in other words...

I mean.. nothing about this works. I’d get skepticism in a normal setting, and this was produced earlier in the series though as for where your guess is as good as mine, but.. this is a world where appliances were brought to life, a water dog publicly ransomed the cities water suply, and and an evil toymaker raised hell, not to mention the bat based pizza theft. A woman running in and out of a painting SHOULD NOT be that farfetched but no everyone just assumes the kid is lying and dosen’t bother asking why. Including Drake.. everyone else.. fine, Herb’s a moron and we’ll get to him in a second. But Drake has fought so much weird shit at this point, you’d THINK he’d think it was a supervillian and not just honker lying.  You’d think but no. Thankfully he finds out pretty quick, so he’s more tolerable but it still hurts my head that he’s this stubborn. 

But as I just hinted at.. Herb and Binkie are worse as they repeadtly think their son is a liar and ground him over it... even though they KNOW Honker dosen’t lie, Gosalyn admits he can’t and admits she’s failed to teach him, and then instead of you know believing their kid, blame Gos for it, which amount's to absolutley nothing so why have this plot point! All it did was make me hate herb as much as Drake does.. I mean if he’s this terrible a parent and this dense that rather than believe his own kid didn’t do the impossible or wasn’t covering for a thief that his friend taught him how to lie, no wonder Drake can’t stand him. The voice dosen’t help, as normally it’s tolerable but it’s extra loud and extra insufferable this episode. It just makes already insufferable scnees worse. 

But the crowner for moron of this episode is the curator, who repadtly, when seeing Honker there, blames him for the thefts, and at one point when he tries to enter a painting HAS A CHILD ARRESTED. He has a small child, who couldn’t of possibly taken any of this.. arrested. Now granted one of the paintings is destroyed.. but the can wasn’t left behind by splatter phoenix. So he had a 10 year old arrested... on charges of propety destrictuion? What.. why would he do this? WHy would his parents belivie this/ WHY. it’s agonizingly dumb. It hurts.. it hurts and I understandably didn’t want to go on loop with this asshole. But that’s what the episode feels like and it only gets broken because Splatter outright tells the curator so she can ransom mona lisa’s mouth! GAH. 

But yeah that’s our big setpiece,  as Splatter carriers mona’s annoying mouth around through some cool set pieces. We also get a neat bit earlier of Gosalyn stuck in a piccaso, which looks really damn neat and also really painful. And apparently she can leave because drake enters? I dunno, it’s not the dumbest thing about this episode. We do get the curator catching Darkwing tryign to take the painting.. which not only has him actually blamed with a crime resonably for the first time since the pilot, but is clever and gets a good line out of the deal.  And that brings me to another reason the episode is so frustrating: so much of the plot is just dropped threads. The Waddlemeyers don’t want honker around gosalyn. Goes nowhere. Gosalyn is trapped in a painting,. Resolved pretty easily. Darkwing might take the fall for this GOES NOWHERE. MY SANITY. GOES AWAY. 

Finally.. I just don’t like this stock plot. The “Character is telling the truth but no one belivies them”. it CAN be done well. Amphibia did this plot well in season 1 and Gravity Falls used it well as it was revealed Stan DOES know, he just was playing dumb. It can be done right.. it’s just more often than not a kid is put through hell for something they have on control over by some asshole adult or some other kid. or an adult is put through it. I’ve never enjoyed this sort of Michigan J Frog bullshit, and never will. And here it’s an innocent, honest, good kid being sent to JAIL breifly for .. telling the truth. With no reward. Just nope episode over. fuck this episode. 

So before we wrap, the finale, which again is pretty good. Honker finds one of Splatter’s brushes, uses it to restore Darking and Co and it’s pretty cleve.r. then it gets dumb again with Darkwing escorting pheonix away and the muddlefoots finally beliving their son after mona lisa’s smile tells them he isn’t a liar.. okay whatever we’re done. 

FINAL. THOUGHTS. 

This episode is split down the middle :It’s half a good episode, wtih great sequences, great jokes and great use of classic art.. and half GOD MAKE IT STOP AGGRIVATION. It’s easily the worst darkwing i’ve seen so far, and yet SITLL has stuff worth watching it for. The painting sequences are still some of the shows best.. it’s jsut saddled with a plot I hate and that aggrivates me. This was not good, and i’ve seen much better and hopefully Splatter’s other appearance is less aggravating. we will see eventually. Till then, there’s always another rainbow. 

[lovecomedy]

Fanfic recommendations nobody asked for

Those are my favorite wincest fic ever, just because. They are all complete. I’ll add the summaries together with my own two cents.

Consider the Hairpin Turn by cherie_morte. 27K Words

AU of 6x22: Sam's wall has shattered and the memories in his mind have splintered. When the Sam who remembers Hell tells him to go find Jess and be happy, Sam knows he can't stay while Dean needs him. But when the Sam from Hell says that Dean is already there looking for him, Sam leaves his memories of the pit behind to find him.

What he finds is a life he doesn't remember: a house that he shares with his brother (and has for years), a law career he thought he'd left behind at Stanford, and a relationship with Dean he never dreamed he could have. Life is almost too good to be true, at least until Sam begins to hear his brother's voice calling to him, begging him to wake up.

This is my favorite fic of all times. It’s beautifuly written. The way that it narrates Sam’s trauma of Hell is what keeps me coming back for more . Honestly it should be published as a book. Don’t worry, it has very happy scenes and there’s a happy ending

Welcome to the Neighborhood by ImogenPortchester. 2K Words

Dean thinks the new neighbors are interesting, but all is not what it seems.

Super short. Super heartbreaking.

Fics by leonidaslion

I mean first off, just read everything written by leonidaslion

Sing Your Hymns Like Angels In Defeat. 32K Words. 

And Lucifer Fell for a second time with the burning brilliance of a star. The Flare shone in his wake, and darkness fell upon the land ...

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Fumbling in the Dark: Love Advice For the Romantically Impaired. 72K

True Love really is blind...

It’s basically a character study of every single episode of the first 5 seasons, with a wincest twist. Slow burn. Holy shit, is it a slow burn. 

Just Say My Name. 3K Words

Dean turns into a complete and utter nympho. It takes Sam a while to notice the difference.

Funny, lighthearted and porny

Hush. 2K Words

Motel walls are thin...

Discovery!kink. Sam and Dean try to have quiet sex while John is in the other room. At least, Dean is trying

Sam Winchester and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. 15K Words

Sometimes, you just shouldn't get out of bed in the morning ...

Fics by fleshflutter

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The incestuous courtship of the antichrist's bride. 48K Words

Sam is trying to become the Antichrist in order to save the world. He has a small army of angels and demons, he has an adoring cult, he has a work of prophecy by Jack Kerouac, and he has Dean. Things are going pretty well until he accidentally signs Dean up as his Beloved Consort, a role that requires sex with the Antichrist on an altar. And that's when things stop going pretty well. Also, the soundtrack to the Apocalypse sucks.

I don’t like crack fics, but goddamn this one is FUNNY. You can tell a lot of thought was put into this freaking masterpiece

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Wonderful explanation for that arc in season 8 nobody can stand. Plus, time travel, which I’m always a sucker for

Backseat of My Brother's 67 Chevy by NaughtyPastryChef. 1K Words

Extended scene from "Baby". Dean's feeling proud of Sam's hookup until he hears that Sam tried to give that waitress his number. Uncharacteristically, he lets Sam force him to talk about it. 

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I like how protective Sam is of Dean here, and it deals with something I don’t see a lot such as the jealousy he would have of Dean’s bond with Amara

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John finds out. Explores the wonderful trope of both Sam and his father being possessive of Dean, and being very antagonistical to each other. Dysfunctional family yay. Also very porny

Fics by astolat

Punxsutawney. 9K Words

* astolat thinks any plot worth doing is worth doing TWICE

This is the Mistery Spot plot, but a little different. Sam AND Dean wake up to the same day over and over again. So they talk.

Kings and Queens and Jokers, Too. 4K Words

"Yeah, you boys nailed that trickster real good," Bobby said, dry as dust.

People are acting weird around the brothers. Can’t really say anything else without spoiling it. Listen just do yourself a favor and read it. 

options. 500 Words

Decisions, decisions. 

Short and funny. Little bit porny

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He hadn't even known about any of this himself until Sam found it, figured it out for him. He hadn't known how it was going to be.

So, smut. They have a better time when Dean is the one who asks for it

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Sam keeps hallucinating Lucifer. Dean is worried and protective of him. Porny

We Know Each Other As We Always Were by mickeym. 45K Words

In 1941, while the world is at war, Sam Winchester falls in love with his brother. They're young, they're in love, and in spite of the hardships of life around them, the world is a pretty good one for them. Until Dec. 7th, 1941, when Japan launches an air attack on Pearl Harbor, sending the US to war against Japan. Dean Winchester feels he needs to join the Army; needs to help fight the good fight and help save lives. He promises he'll return, but can he keep that promise?

GAH this is so romantic! It’s an AU, but I feel like they’re very in character. It feels like a novel

For The End of My Broken Heart by Wickedtruth. 59K Words

Dad's disappeared and Sam's left to pick up the pieces of his broken brother. Post Devil's Trap AU.

Very codependent Winchesters. Also John finds out. 

here at the end of all things by  remy (iamremy). 40K Words

AU from Season 12 onwards. The British Men of Letters win in the USA, and slowly manage to establish their bases and authority over the whole country. They also capture Sam Winchester and keep him prisoner for eleven months, experimenting on him regularly before wiping his memories so that he has no idea what has been done to him.

Even after Dean rescues him and they begin planning to get revenge once and for all, the niggling doubt at the back of Sam's head remains -- what did they do to him? Why won't his anxiety get better? And what is it that he's missing?

Ok you got me, this is gen. But the whole fic feels like a (good) Supernatural episode, it’s so realistic and canon-like. The relationship between the brothers is just like the one we see on the show, meaning desperately codependent and wincest in every subtext.

Fics by deadlybride / zmediaoutlet

What I like about @zmediaoutlet is that she takes the time to write everyone in character. It’s always as canonical as possible and it feels real

femme. 4K Words

Rummaging around the internet, Dean finds a kink he hadn't seen before; Sam explains, and demonstrates.

I love feminization, but unfourtunately there’s only one fic that does it right, and it’s this one

gratification. 2K Words

It's not a compulsion. Dean just likes it.

breña. 1K Words

Sam and Dean wait, knowing what's coming.

The night before Sam jumps in the box

not the good things, nor the bad. 20K

Dean wavers in a grey area between being taken and giving in.

Part of it started with the kinks series, but you can read this just fine without the other parts. It deals very beautifully with Dean’s thoughts regarding his bond with Amara and his sexuality

DeMille Has Nothing On Us by  HandsAcrossTheSea. 13K Words

"Hey Dean - wanna film it?"

This is part of the Those Hazy Days I Do Remember series, but you can 100% read it as a stand-alone, no problem. Sam and Dean film each other and this has that season 1 vibe, of just two brothers on the road. It’s slightly OOC, just because of how touchy-feely they are. But that’s something I sometimes wish we could have on the show, anyway

How many floors to realize by Lazy Daze. 26K Words

AU from the end of It’s A Terrible Life, in which Zachariah decides to keep stringing them along a little while longer, because damn if they aren’t somewhat entertaining, right?”

Rabid by i-am-therefore-i-fight 

Beautiful!! I love @i-am-therefore-i-fight‘s take on demon!dean. It’s different to what we’re used to. This fic is very angsty but has a happy ending

Bitten by a True Believer by kermiethefrog. 3K Words

“C’mon, Sammy,” Dean says. Flashes him a wicked grin, charcoal-eyes. The way he spreads out on Sam’s mattress, bare and offering himself up like Holy fucking Communion, drums heat under Sam’s skin, and he’s never sure if it’s arousal or anger when he’s faced with the demon. “Show me a good time, big guy.”

Another demon!dean fic. I like how even as he is a demon, he is still desperate for Sam’s attention

The Time Traveler's Brother by  AmyPond45. 54K Words

Dean's life is turned upside down the night his mother dies. But that's also the night a mysterious grown-up version of Dean's brother first appears in his life. While Dean grows up, "Old Sam" is often there, especially when Dean's father isn't. As Dean learns what the future holds, he begins to question everything his father has taught him about who he is and what he is supposed to become. Can Dean find a way to save his little brother from his own future?

This is based on The Time Traveler’s Wife, which is my favorite book. Don’t worry, you don’t have to have read it to understand this fic

need against need against need by dollylux. 5K Words

Jack spends his first night in the bunker with Sam and Dean. (Jack POV)

Don’t worry, Jack just watches and ponders about the Winchester’ realationship

the centre cannot hold by orphan_account. 6K Words

Sam does not remember; Dean does. All Dean can do is watch, and mourn.

But then Castiel becomes God, and the world starts to break at the edges (and maybe that isn't a bad thing.)

It kinda becomes a character study, while the brothers deal with what happened during the Soulless!Sam period

The Last Temptation by bccalling. 1K Words

When Sam tells Mary about all the things he and Dean get up to in the dark, Mary wants in, and Sam sees his opportunity to make Dean’s every fantasy come true.

Mary shows up. Porny and very sweet

Angels and Demons by  OhWilloTheWisp. 9K Words

AU angels and demons are animals. Sam was not happy when his owner, Ruby, left him boarded at a kennel. He was even less happy when he discovered an angel in the same facility. But his encounter with the angel will end much differently than anyone would have guessed. He may have never expected his mate to be angel, but now that's found him he won't let anyone keep them apart.

Sam and Dean are kinda like animals here but there’s nothing sexual. It’s very sweet and romantic. Anna/Ruby in here as well

[gvnchvcks]

FAHC headcanon: Fiona picked you on a lot of the little group dynamics the moment she joined and it bemuses her they they all do these things subconsciously. How does Gav not notice that he leans towards Micheal like a plant to the sun when he talks to him?

Sorry anon I was asleep lol oops but YES, I love this.

Fiona joins, right, everyone loves her and it's great. She picks up on everyone's little quirks and dynamics really quickly just by being around them and interacting with them, and it makes her love them more!! They start feeling like a real family to her, but also like, they all play off of each other so naturally? Almost like they don't even realize how close they are? Weird

Especially Michael and Gavin.

She's only been there maybe a week and a half now, but a blind man could see how when they're having a genuine conversation about their interests or anything really, Gavin always seems to very slowly end up inches away from Michael. He could practically sit in his lap at this point. She'll look around at the others and at them, like?? Anybody seeing this? No? Alright

And not just that, oh no. When Michael's relaxing on the couch watching tv or something, the first thing Gavin does is come plop down next to him. Almost as if it were planned, Michael's arm naturally finds it's way around his boi's lanky shoulders, pulling him closer. But, nobody draws attention to it? Is this normal? She just assumes at this point that those two have something going on, that or this crew really is just that close and comfortable with each other. Afterall, she had also noticed things like Jeremy subconsciously retrieving a Diet Coke from the kitchen for Ryan when he would stand to grab a snack for himself, or like Jack subconsciously just handing a book she had just finished to Geoff, who would be caught reading it only a day later. All of these different things would be done with no words spoken really. Fiona even considers that maybe they can just read each other's minds or some weird shit. It was actually kinda funny how oblivious they seem, and she'd often find herself smiling or even a small giggle would escape her lips as she watched

A month passes before she decides to ask about it. Gavin and Michael still seem to somehow be the closest, at least physically. She comes in one afternoon after getting to know the rest of the B Team (who she's also noticed some of this goin on with) and takes a seat at the kitchen table. Jeremy is in the common area watching some stuff on his phone, but everybody else is nowhere to be found. Probably busy or asleep or something. She decides to make herself at home and pours a bowl of cereal. Shortly after, she hears a door close upstairs, and down comes Gavin. He looks like he just woke up, hair messy (more so than usual) and wearing shorts and a wrinkled tee. She could've sworn Michael was wearing that same shirt only a few days ago. Hmmm

"Ayo, Fiona, nice of you to visit us," he yawns out as he grabs a glass of milk and takes a seat opposite of her

"You were asleep this late in the afternoon? It's like 6:30, are you feelin' okay, man?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Was feelin' a bit worn so Michael let me crash in his room for a bit. Think he's still asleep though."

Fiona nearly chokes on her bite of cereal on that. She coughs a bit and Gavin watches her, slightly worried for his new friend, but also confused at her reaction. Finally she looks at him and is like, "Gav, are you two together or something?"

And Gav just turns absolutely R E D

What Fiona didn't expect was the flood of stuttering and embarrassed squeaks that the older male started spilling out.

"WO- Uh, n-no! Of course not! He's my boi, Fi! What makes you think something like that?"

She just stares at him for a bit. And then, she smirks and squints her eyes

"Do you like him, Gavin?"

He just gulps hard and looks like a deer caught in headlights.

"Uhm.. Well, I do think he's the greatest. He's my best friend in the whole world, and he makes me the happiest I've felt since Geoff invited me to join the Fakes, and he's damn funny too, and-"

He stops himself, realizing what words are coming out of his own mouth. Fiona smiles, half out of amusement and half out of how cute this situation is. He's like some teen with a crush how did he not see it sooner??

She stands and washes her bowl she was eating from. Gavin is still sitting with the same confused expression on his face. She walks behind him and pats his back.

"No worries, your secret is safe with me, bestie," and like some kinda ghost that appeared just to embarrass him, she's out the door and gone again.

Gavin, after sitting for a few mor minutes, finally shakes out of it and heads up to his own room to do some much needed thinking. Happy nobody else heard their talk.

From the couch, Jeremy smiles to himself. He heard every word.

I didn't mean for this to turn into like, a fic lol oops my bad 😅 I just saw this and instantly that idea popped into my head, I love Fiona and Gavin's dynamic SO much, PLUS AN EXCUSE TO TALK ABOUT MAVIN?? I am ON it hell yes thank you, I hope you like it 💚💚💚

You guys should keep sending me headcanon asks 👀

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As Mime Goes By || Harsh, Ricky, Rio and Winston

Winston looked over at Ricky as they pulled over to the agreed point they would park. Turning to Orion and Ricky, they swallowed before looking out the window. They’d taken the essentials of course, flashlight, tablet, camera, everything that you needed when you were doing recon, not to mention lots of energy heavy snacks for when they inevitably over did the magic. They hoped that wouldn’t be a problem, but just in case they’d brought a baseball bat. “Listen, these,” they waved their bat as they got out the car, “are just precautions, we’re just looking around and Rio is here because he’s you know you’ve got the whole,” Winston flexed and grunted before continuing, “going on and Ricky is here because he looks like that. So recon. No fighting, oh and this guy’s name is Harsh. So no funny jokes about it, please.” 

It was the unspoken rule of heists that the guy with the truck drove, and so Ricky was the one behind the wheel as the three of them pulled into their destination. Winston had asked them to tag along and Ricky was in the habit of doing whatever Winston wanted because well it was nice to have more members of the family. He snickered a little bit as Winston dragged the baseball bat out of the car before tucking one of several hunting knives he’d picked up into strategic and easily accessible points around his person, “Uh huh. It doesn’t help that the last time the three of us went someplace together we almost blew up a restaurant. We probably need more than a baseball bat but, that’s why you’ve got me and muscles over here.” he pointed to Rio and shrugged, “Harsh isn’t the weirdest name I’ve ever heard. As long as they don’t feed us to the mimes I’m chill.” 

This whole thing was a terrible idea. Harsh shouldn’t have agreed, hell he shouldn’t have suggested it. Oh well, too late to back out now. Winston seemed decent, so he couldn’t just let them and their roomies go it alone. He lingered in the shadows, watching as the car pulled up and parked. Those looked like the guys. Lifting a hand in greeting, he made his way over. “Winston? This is our backup? Nice to meet you, I’m guessing Winston already told you about me. I figure we just go around, try to keep quiet and see if we spot anymore of those assholes wandering around. As soon as we run into trouble though, we run. I fought one of those things already and I’m not up for doing it again tonight.” He shifted on the spot, glancing back toward the restaurant. The area nearby seemed way too normal for some place that should have been blown up recently. “So, you ready to head in?”

Another day, another potentially dangerous and absolutely stupid thing that Orion had let himself get dragged into. The things he did for his roommates. “I detest being called muscles” Rio spoke nonchalantly from the back seat. He wasn’t serious for the most part, though he wasn’t exactly a fan of using the super strength unless necessary. And he was currently praying to the God he didn’t really believe in that it wasn’t necessary. He was getting pretty sick of mimes trying to kill him. “Nice to meet you mister. I’m Orion, or Rio.” He introduced himself to Harsh. “I like the running idea. We should bring you along more often.” The only reason he agreed to come along was because he was afraid his roommates were going to get themselves hurt. Plus he had night vision. “If I say no, do we get to leave?”

Rolling their eyes, Winston wished to all hell that they could just walk away from here. But with their mime attempting to murder them multiple times now, enough was enough. It was time to find a solution. Skylar was losing her mind, Roland was mute, Athena too. It was too much. Something had to be done and Winston might be able to do it. Hopefully. “Yeah, I’m Winston and this is my other friend Ricky,” they wished that they had someone like Nic with them, but it seemed weird to come to a hunter with a random problem when they didn’t know them and they DEFINITELY weren’t talking to Athena about this. “Let’s get this over with so that we can begin planning how we solve this problem.” Winston crept slowly down the deserted street. Which was weird for this time of night. It shouldn’t be this empty right? Was it also really necessary that the street lights were flickering? 

Ricky flashed a peace sign as Winston introduced him, “Yo. I’m Ricky. I drive the truck, get stuff off tall shelves, and have some knives for mime stabbing. I would love not having to rip anyone else’s throat out with my teeth. That’s like…. Stretch goal for the evening.” He followed closely, if not nearly as stealthily, behind Winston as they made their way slowly to the restaurant “There are… uh there’re street lights, my dude. I think they can see us. Also if we were gonna be sneaking you should have told me so I didn’t roll up in a fucking bro tank and skinny jeans. Archer would be so disappointed in me.” He glanced quickly behind him to make sure Rio was still in his field of vision. Hunter revelation aside Ricky felt a certain level of protectiveness over his new roommate. He wasn’t the biggest fan of the fact that there was a real chance they’d all get murdered by a fucking mime. “Yo. W.” he got closer to Winston and lowered his voice, “Is your new friend chill? If I have to go all bitey again I don’t want someone freaking out.” 

“Oh yeah? I think I heard about that throat ripping thing, nice work on that, man,” Harsh said, with a little grin. “But yeah, I’d rather run than have to resort to that.” He kept pace with the others, eyes flicking this way and that. It was quiet, way too quiet. There was a knife tucked inside of his jacket, but he didn’t plan on going for it except as a last resort. As they drew closer to the restaurant, he frowned, an odd smell catching his attention. It was almost… sweet? “Hey, you guys smell that? It’s like… pastries? The place is supposed to be closed isn’t it?” His frown grew slightly. Wait… he knew this smell, the last time he had noticed it was at Flipped, right after he had cut that mime’s throat. Not a great sign there. His eyes drifted around again. “Anyone see anything moving? I think… those mime things, when they bleed, they smell like this.”

Orion crept along with the group, keeping an eye around the place to see if anything caught his attention. “Maybe they cook overnight?” Rio asked curiously, but he could already tell that he couldn’t hear any footsteps or anything from within the restaurant. That didn’t seem to mean much honestly, he also hadn’t heard anything when Erin’s mime chased them or when Rio and Blanche’s mime had broken into the house. Somehow these things moved completely silently. For someone that was so used to hearing everything, it was a bit unnerving. “I don’t see anyone moving around inside but…” He hopped a bit, trying to get a better look inside, “I see something on the floors.” It was dark, almost viscous. It only took a moment for Rio to realize that it looked remarkably similar to whatever it was that the mimes bled. “I think… I think you’re right,” Rio looked over at Harsh. “I can see the stuff on the floors inside. Like trails of it leading somewhere.” Rio personally had no desire to figure out where it led, but something told him he wasn’t getting off that easily. 

It would be a dream come true if Winston was able to believe that that bizarre smell that had enveloped them was from them cooking overnight. Whilst they were sure that was something that a normal thing that restaurants did, but this was as far from being a normal restaurant as it was possible to be. Their baseball bat felt somewhat unwieldy and Winston was regretting not bringing a knife along with them like the rest of them. They guessed ultimately they wouldn’t be doing anything other then trying to use magic to work things through. “That stuff looks kind of like … tar?” Winston hadn’t really ever seen tar before but this was exactly how they imagined that it looked. Winston crept closer, were those foot prints? “Hey guys, come look at this, looks kind of like someone walked in that stuff. Maybe we weren’t the first ones here?” 

The smell and the look of the footprints on the floor immediately gave Ricky flashbacks to the Al’s parking lot and his first face to face run in with the mimes. “I don’t want to be the bearer of bad news… but… well we’re all in a fucking mime restaurant in the dead of night tracking killer mimes we all knew this was gonna be bad news from the fucking start…” he toed the goop on the floor a little, “This be the shit those fuckers bleed. Smells like baked goods, looks like tar, tastes pretty fucking gross too if you were wondering.” He walked over to wear Winston was standing, glad that for all his color blindness his dark vision was actually pretty fucking good. “My incredibly uneducated yet fantastically handsome guess wouldn’t be that someone walked through it. Maybe… secreted it? Trailed it from them when they were birthed into this world from whatever screaming fucking hellscape breeds clone mimes? We should probably all stick real close together.” 

Great, just fucking great. Harsh clenched his jaw, focusing on any slight sounds. He followed after Winston, keeping his head on a swivel, watching for the faintest hint of movement. Crouching down, he tentatively dragged a finger over the print. “It’s dry. I think these have been here a while. I’m no tracker, but I don’t think whatever left these is still around. Or I sure hope it’s not.” He straightened up slowly, wiping his hand absently on his jacket, even though the stuff hadn’t stuck to him. Just touching it dry made him feel like he needed to wash his hands. “So… is everyone else thinking that at least some of those things came from here? I think it’s not just their blood. This is gonna sound weird, but… I think they’re made of this stuff, whatever the hell it is.” He grimaced as he turned toward the doors of the restaurant. “It looks pretty empty in there,” he said slowly, glancing at the other three. “I agree, let’s stick close, maybe circle around the place, see if there’s more footprints.” 

Orion cringed when Harsh bent down and touched the stuff. “Ricky, stop giving theories you’re gonna give me nightmares.” He should have offered to wait in the truck, be a getaway driver in case they needed a speedy getaway. Anything to keep him away from here. He had goosebumps trailing his arms. “Well they’re clearly not human. Whatever they are they burst into smoke when they die. It’s uh… well I don’t like the idea that they’re coming from a restaurant. Where food is made.” Not that Rio had ever eaten there, nor did he ever plan to. “Just make sure you keep an eye out for anything. This sounds crazy, but they don’t like, make noise. Footsteps, heart beat. Nothing.” 

Somehow, not that Winston was sure how it was possible, the smell here seemed to be even stronger. “It doesn’t seem like a bad theory that these things are related to this goop in someway.” They could help but crouch down alongside Harsh and examine it as well, though they hadn’t touched it out of fear of what it might do. Harsh seemed fine though and Winston put the thought from their mind. “Maybe they could be made from this stuff, do you think this means that this stuff is made here?” They wondered if it was some kind of weird magic or something else. Whatever the case, Winston didn’t want to know what was going on. Not really. Not enough to actually be here. The urge to bolt and sprint from here was irresistible. But they managed. “We should see if we can see anything else, maybe see if we can get around the back.” Winston was sure it wasn’t going to be there. “Just be careful, I had a run in with something weird here a little while back.”

“Rio if you get nightmares I’ll read you a bedtime story and fix you a glass of warm milk with vanilla and cinnamon. My mom used to swear by it.” What Niamh Cordero had actually sworn by was mackerel before bed but there wasn’t any reason for Harsh to get the idea that Ricky wasn’t human. Not at least until it was unavoidable. “It is nice that for once at least my near deafness isn’t a detriment. We’re all gonna be fucked for hearing!” When Winston suggested checking around the back Ricky took point, pulling a serrated knife out of its sheath tucked into his jeans, “You know…” his voice was low as they all crept towards the back of the incredibly fucking spooky restaurant, “It was entirely too easy to buy like all of these knives. There’s literally a section in the farm goods store off route 48. It’s practically a whole “get ready to skin trespassers” department back there. He peered through the oval window of the swinging door back to the kitchen, not seeing anything immediately visible. “I’ll go through first. Since in classic horror trope the dumb jock dies first.” He had expected at least a little squeak from the door but the hinges were whisper quiet as he slowly pushed through.

“I don’t know, it could be coming from this place, but what even is it? If this place is making this stuff, I don’t want to know what kind of food they serve.” He followed after Ricky, eyes lingering on the knife. “You have a lot of those? Listen, if we see another one of those mime things, I’d rather bolt than try to fight it. The first one of them was hard enough to take out.” Harsh stopped by the door, watching Ricky head inside. He looked over Winston and Orion. Maybe it had been a bad idea to ask them to tag along. They were both young… and scared. Shit, this whole worrying about people thing was a pain in the ass. “You two hang back, I’ll go in after him. Just keep watch out here. If you see anything, yell and we’ll come running.” He shook out his hands at his sides before following after Ricky, careful to keep his steps light and quiet as possible. Only a few steps in, he froze. There was something, the faintest of sounds, like… like footsteps, but wrong. Reaching out, he lightly tapped Ricky’s arm, trying to get his attention as he more mouthed the words than said them: “There’s something in here. I don’t think it’s human.”

There was a certain amount of relief that Orion felt when Harsh told them to hang back. He was also worried, and scared and anxious but he spent most of his life being those things. At least out here they could keep an eye on things. A few seconds later and Rio and Winston were standing alone out in the darkness. They had been alone a lot since the two had first become friends, first within the Scribe building after Winston’s night of sleepwalking, which Rio often regarded as one of the luckiest nights of recent memory. Now within the house too, if Ricky was gone and Rio and Winston found themselves hanging out. Things felt different now than they had when they first started hanging out. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the Athena revelation or from… something else. And because Rio had no time to start panicking about that particular revelation, he decided he needed to distract himself from thinking about what that something else might mean. “Dying at a mime restaurant would be the worst.” Rio whispered randomly, wandering around the open space because he couldn’t stand still at the moment. As he wandered, he noticed some sort of smell. He wasn’t sure what but… it wasn’t a good smell. The bakery smell of the gross liquid had mostly kept it covered up, but there was definitely something else around here too. “Hey, I think there’s something over here.” Rio warned before heading off to try to find the source of it. And… well unfortunately he did. 

Thank God Winston wasn’t expected to be taking point here. They made a mental note that they had to make more friends with people who were far more capable then they were so that they didn’t have to continue taking point in potential life or death situations like this one. “Oh I don’t know, better to die in a mime restaurant then a clown rodeo or something equally absurd, besides, the french have the best cuisine right?” Winston rolled their eyes and sighed, this was as from their idea of fun as it was possible for them to have. “What the hell is that?” they moved away from where Harsh and Ricky had gone, wondering if there was something other then terrifying footprints and the smell of pastries here. Moving as stealthily as they could (which was not very) Winston crept across the room. The first thing that they witnessed was what looked like a very heavily chewed hand. Bite marks littered the fingers and here and there the flesh was entirely stripped away, leaving clear sections of bone exposed. Then there were more body parts, and more bones and more chunks of flesh. What Winston had originally decided was the tar like substance was actually a grotesque mixture of the substance and blood. It had congealed together into a viscous mucous like liquid and Winston had to stop themselves from being sick, but that seemed clear to them that it could only mean one thing. Eyes flashing up to Harsh and Ricky, they lurched to their feet and sprinted after them. The thing they’d found with Regan. It was clearly still here, but if they shouted they’d draw it’s attention faster then before.

“I have a lot of them now that there are killer mimes on the loose in the town. I decided to make a “you might die horribly but at least you can try to defend yourself first” shopping trip before this little outing” They crept through the kitchen as quietly as they could; the smell of yeast and dough turning from something appetite-inducing to something bone-chilling “I would also like to run since I don’t really fancy getting a chunk taken out of my shoulder again but I’mma make sure Winston and Rio make it back to the truck before I do. I managed to kill mine last time. So I’m 1-0 for mime slaughter.” The tall stainless steel of coolers reflected the dim emergency exit and Ricky nearly had a heart attack when Harsh reached out to tap Ricky’s arm. He turned and watched the other man’s lips move, spelling out a sentence he desperately hadn’t wanted to hear. Nodding tersely he kept his head on a swivel, trying to see what was purely shadow and what was a murderous stereotype waiting to devour them. It was only by chance that he happened to see the reflection of something in the glass door of the tall rotating oven. He grabbed Harsh’s arm and tugged them towards the relative safety of a small alcove that seemed to hold spices and flavorings. He hoped his wide-eyed panic and pointing to the general direction of whatever-the-fuck that thing had been was getting his point across properly. 

Shit. Harsh had known this was a terrible idea from the start. He really had to start not diving into these things headfirst… and dragging random strangers into them with him. That was probably the part he should feel bad about here. At least that hollow inside had plenty of room for gut wrenching fear. He didn’t resist the pull on his arm, letting Ricky tug him into the alcove and flattening himself to the wall. The knife in his pocket was in his hand before he could think about it. If they could wait, stay quiet, maybe the… whatever it was would pass. But then he heard it, footsteps--Winston’s footsteps getting closer. Shit, they weren’t in cover and that thing was still out there. “It’s coming,” he muttered to Ricky. Whatever it was, the damn thing was almost dead silent, but it wasn’t invisible. Harsh saw movement and made a choice. “Grab Rio and go, I’ll get Winston. I’ve got a couple tricks up my sleeve, but that thing won’t be confused forever.” He shifted, moving to the edge of the alcove as he held a hand next to his mouth. “Over here, frenchy! Suck on this baguette, asshole!” The yell was his, but his voice came from the far corner of the restaurant. Those skittering feet turned on a dime, heading toward the sound. Harsh looked back to Ricky. “Go, now,” he said before darting out of the alcove. He reached Winston’s side with admittedly inhuman speed, but now wasn’t the time to worry about keeping pesky little secrets. Grabbing at their arm, he tugged. “We gotta go.”

Whatever the leftover remains that Winston and Orion had found was, it seemed abundantly clear that they were human. Rio felt sick, and his vision blurred a bit before he realized that Winston had ran off to find Ricky and Harsh. “Winston!” Rio whisper-yelled after them, but they were already gone. “Crap.” He crept toward the entrance, slower and more cautious than Winston had. This was not going as planned. Rio was ready to get into the room when he all but crashed into Ricky. “What the heck is going on?” Rio questioned, hearing Harsh yell some expletive. He was… distracting something. That wasn’t a good sign. “Truck, trucky” Rio said, turning and running off for it. Ricky was the getaway driver, so Rio needed to figure something out. He slid into the door, running too fast to have time to stop himself and through it open. “Why do you have a hacksaw?” Rio asked as he dug around in the backseat. Between that and an axe, Rio didn’t have a lot of options. “I hope you aren’t super attached to this.” He exclaimed, grabbing the axe, “Get the car started.” Then he took off running to another side of the building, taking a deep breath before he swung the axe at the window, shattering it and making as much noise as he possibly could.

As Harsh yelled, Winston knew that they had been too late in their mission of preventative warning. They were by their side alarmingly fast and Winston didn’t need anymore convincing that it was time for them to get out of here. They had seen that thing that had been behind the restaurant snapping up a cat and they didn’t want to see what would happen if they were given the opportunity to try and eat Winston again. They were running headlong from the restaurant when Winston saw an axe that looked shockingly like one of Ricky’s axes in Rio’s hands. “Hey, is that Bertha?” Winston grunted as they turned and saw their friend setting off for the other side of the building. It was their turn to do something about this all. “Uh, cover your eyes!” they pulled to a stop, the mime monster thing scrabbling after them, taking a deep breath they summoned their energy and hurled a bright spark of energy through the air in the direction of the friend. It exploded with a bright flash. “That’s like maybe a few seconds right?”

A lot of things happened in really quick succession, and Ricky wasn’t really sure he was prepared for any of them. Harsh threw his voice in a way that was decidedly not some expert ventriloquism and between the two of them they divvied up the friends waiting in the dining room. Ricky couldn’t run as fast as Harsh could apparently, but when the choices were hustle or being eaten by whatever the fuck had been stalking them in the kitchen, he could pound the pavement with the best of them, “We’re going now!” he grabbed Rio’s sleeve and kept running, charging for the truck that waited just down the street. “Not the axe!!!” he tried to stop Rio from throwing what had been a $250 investment in a hand-forged Swedish axe but it was far too late. “Yeah that’s Bertha but we’ll mourn her later. Everyone in!!!” Winston threw up a truly impressive magical flashbang grenade and Ricky started up the truck, “Everyone in?! Sound off quick cuz I’m about to floor it and I don’t wanna leave anyone in the dust.” 

Apparently he wasn’t the only one with tricks up his sleeve. Harsh made a mental note to ask about that when they weren’t being chased by some kind of horrific spider mime or whatever the hell that thing was. He wasn’t really in the mood to stop to get a better look. On Winston’s command, he ducked, throwing up a hand in front of his eyes, shielding them from the worst of the light. “Not bad,” he noted before grabbing Winston again, half lifting, half dragging them to the truck. Offering an arm, he boosted Winston into the truck before throwing himself in behind them. “We’re here, let’s move!” The flash had definitely thrown the whatever-it-was for a loop, and he couldn’t imagine the crash of the axe had gone unnoticed either, but sticking around to make sure was not high on his list of priorities.

Orion made a beeline back to the truck after throwing the axe and jumped for it, missing the door and smacking into the side of the truck. “Ow.” Rio ring out before correcting himself and climbing into it. Ricky peeled onto the road once everyone was in. “Oh god oh god I can’t believe we just did that.” He was breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling of the truck to try to calm himself down. “I’m sorry about your axe” Rio apologized to Ricky, trying to connect the dots from what they had found. Had they even found anything? “What was in there? I never even saw it.”

Shuddering gently, Winston settled in next to Ricky and sighed as they drove off into the night. “That was enlightening, obviously whatever it is that is causing this seems to be coming from the restaurant itself…” Winston frowned and tried not to think about whatever that thing was. It seemed to have gotten somehow more dangerous. “As for whatever that was, I don’t know, but I sure as hell don’t want to find out.” 

[adramaticbeauty]

Gruvia Band AU

Lol I know this is trash but I just wanted to try it 🤷.

"Thanks a lot Nastu, now we only have 2 hours to practice!" Gray yelled as Nastu strolled through the door of the band's practice room. 

Nastu rolled his eyes at Gray's comment and instead smirked.

"I had something important to do. And you guys should be thanking me for being late. I got us tickets to’ The Fairy's’ concert tonight."

Nastu had a mischievous smile on his face as he held out 3 tickets. Gajeel, who had been tuning his guitar in the back of the room, perked his head up and glared at Natsu.

"You were late for practice getting us tickets to the damn Fairy's concert? You do know we have our own concert coming up right? We have to practice a lot in order to maintain our number 1 spot on the Fiore music charts."Gajeel grunted as he glared at Natsu.

"You think I'm stupid? I know that!"Nastu snapped."But I thought we could check out the competition you know? Plus that Lucy girl is pretty cute, you know?"Nastu snickered. 

Gajeel rolled his eyes and Gray scowled.

"Can we go?”Nastu pleaded.”Who knows, we might even be able to meet them!"

Nastu sounded really excited but Gajeel and Gray could care less about a concert. 

"You can go by yourself Nastu. Now let's practice." Gray was getting irritated.

"But you know these girls are right on our tails on the music charts and they just started their band!! We could probably lose our place to them anytime. We need to see how good these girls are, not just on TV, but in person!" Nastu huffed. 

Gray rolled his eyes in distaste."Fine. If you'll finally start practice we can both go." Gray motioned to both him and Gajeel.

"Now wait a second, I never agreed-" Gajeel was cut off by Gray and his loud sighing." Gajeel please, man. I just want him to shut the hell up. Besides, it's not like you have anything else to do. All you do is stay cooped up in your house anyway. And it’s not like you have a girlfriend." 

"Not like you do either!"Gajeel barked." I have plenty of ladies, Gajeel!" Gray countered.

"Yeah plenty of sluts." Gajeel mumbled, but Gray didn't hear him.

Everyone knew about Gray’s infamous title as a player, that hooked up with ladies left and right.

"Alright let's go- wait where the hell is Jellal? He was in this room!" Gray slapped his forehead in annoyance.

" Oh, he's going to the concert too. He was the one who hooked us up with the tickets from one of his 'old friends'. Anyway, he met me earlier and gave me these tickets and said he was coming back." Nastu shrugged.

"Ughh let's just go home." Gray huffed."We will meet up later for the concert anyway so we will practice late. No excuses."

"What the hell Gray?! You can't do that, your only the bassist! Your not even in charge!" Nastu shouted. 

"That’s cool. Got nothin’ to do anyway." Gajeel butted in.

 As Nastu had a tantrum, Gray texted Jellal there would be no practice until after the concert. Everyone left for the day and met up at 9 o'clock at night for the concert. They all had to wear disguises as they were a pretty popular band. 

Gray fussed out Jellal for leaving when he knew they had to practice of course, and Jellal apologized profusely when they met up. They gave the ticket collector their tickets and walked inside the crowded area. There was plenty of people crowded together,pushing and shoving to get to the front before the concert started. Gray, Nastu, Jellal and Gajeel managed to get to the front, and soon the lights shut off and blinding lights shone on the stage. The band came on the stage, as their arrival cued the loud screams. The boys silently watched while the girls stepped on the stage and got ready to play. 

Gray’s eyes were glued to a certain blue-haired girl with wavy,curly hair on the stage, one that played the lead  guitar and was also the lead singer. As the concert started, Gray was entranced with her movements on stage and her beautiful voice that echoed all over the room. She was beautiful and her voice was powerful. Her voice and looks were so mesmerizing to Gray,he only got a glimpse of the other girls. It was like Gray and this mysterious blue haired girl were the only people in the room to Gray. The way she moved her body was so hypnotizing and her movements were so fluid, as if her body was made of water. 

“Nastu...who is that blue-haired girl that is singing…?” Gray asked without even looking at him.

”Hm? Oh that is Juvia. She used to be apart of Gajeel’s old band! Funny right?” Nastu laughed. 

Just then Juvia’s blue eyes flickered to Gray’s and it seemed like time stopped  for Gray. It felt like she was staring into his soul,seeing every part of him. Then she broke eye contact and looked elsewhere. She wasn’t even looking  at him anymore but his heart was still beating so fast, it felt like it would burst out his chest.

The concert was over in no time and Gray was determined to meet this woman. He didn’t know why but he was instantly attracted to her, like a magnet.

“Why do you want to suddenly meet the girls now? You didn’t even want to come here before! “ Nastu asked curiously tagging along behind Gray.

”I...don’t know. I just feel like...I don’t know!”Gray replied frustrated.

He couldn’t explain it but he felt it. He came backstage with the boys and was stopped by a bald bodyguard with a menacing glare.

”You can’t go any further! Scram kids, unless you have a backstage pass.” The bodyguard snarled.

Just then a scarlet-haired woman walked up to the guard and put her hand on his shoulder.

”It’s alright, Nick. This is my friend, and his bandmates.”

The woman motioned to Jellal and he just nervously smiled as he walked over to the red-haired woman. The woman looked familiar to Gray. Then it hit him. She was the woman on drums in The Fairies band.He remembered taking a glimpse of her on-stage.

”Anyway, I’m Erza the leader of the band. Come on you guys. I can introduce you to the other girls if you want. I’m sure they would be happy to meet you, as most of them are big fans!” Erza laughed.

Nastu nodded his head furiously while Gray tried to seem indifferent by shrugging his shoulders. But inside his heart was beating faster than it ever was. They soon came to a metal door that read ‘Lounge area-Backstage only’ and the woman with scarlet hair opened it. All the girls were excitedly talking while sitting on the couch. The blond haired girl Nastu had mentioned before, had her mouth dropped open when she noticed them standing at the door.

”Girls...look.” The blond whispered quietly.

 The other girls turned around and all had suprised looks on their faces.

”Girls, may I introduce you to,’The Dragonflies’! Guys, this is Lucy, Levy and Juvia.”Erza smiled.

”Omg!Omg!” The blond haired girl screeched while holding Levy’s hand and jumping excitedly.

”We LOVE your guys’ music!!” They both excitedly jumped off the couch and scrambled to introduce themselves. 

Gray noticed Juvia, who was still on the couch, observing them with a  blank stare. Gray felt her eyes on him, and he felt nervous all over again. But the other girls were celebrating and conversating with the guys while, she just sat there. Gray worked up the courage to walk over to her and introduce himself.

”Hey! My name is Gray. You probably already know that though.”Gray laughed as he put on his best flirty and confident smile.

But Juvia showed no recognition as she had a confused and awkward look on her face.

”Umm...Juvia did not know who you were…”

Gray was now really confused. Hadn’t this girl ever heard of ‘The Dragonflies’ band?

”You know. Gray...from the band ’The Dragonflies’?” 

Juvia thought for a second and suddenly her eyes lit up.’She finally recognized me. I thought this girl was nuts for a second’, Gray thought.

”Your those guys that Gajeel-kun is apart of now! The band I wasn’t a big fan of! Juvia loves Gajeel-kun and all, but he was much better in Phantom Lord!!” Juvia pointed out.

 Gray’s face dropped. What just happened. Did she just...admit she didn’t like their music?

Okay I'm done. I just had this idea in my head and it had to come out🤣 I was going to write more but tumblr probably wont let me put that many words(I know from experience)

[saraa-lancee]

So what issues would you like them to tackle that hasn’t already been done on the show before?

(I just want to say this is my first ask ever and I've been here since... God maybe 2013? So thank you!!)

I would LOVE to see a new dimension to sexuality. I'm also casually of the team that's "Sara herself should say Bisexual" because Bisexual has only been said once on screen and Nate said it casually.. We have a scene where Sara says tells Nurse Lindsay that Lesbian isn't a bad word yet the show kinda doesn't act that way about Bi. Bi erasure is an issue that would be interesting-- since Sara is with Ava, it would be neat to have some line of "i didn't pick a team" or just along the lines of Still Bi With A Woman.

(They also missed an opertunity with Charlie to use neutral pronouns of some kind)--> a discussion further on gender identity would be cool too. There are casual set ups for this with Charlie, like in the Shakespeare episode, but nothing is ever really taken completely seriously or honestly even explicitly. I would really enjoy a nonbinary or intersex narrative in this particular context because I feel like the team of legends (as the people the characters are) would fit really nicely with that. But it would be cool to have a trans character that Gideon helps? Because the arrowverse trans character (in Supergirl-- Nia) is already transitioned. It would be cool to have a transitioning characer in a really casual way even (a particular scenario would be New Character leaving sickbey while someone else walks in. Other person asked if New is feeling OK and New just says like "oh yeah, just my hormones.). But yeah anything with gender identity.

I always hunger for more disability stories, but based on how they Wrote Sara's blindness... yikes. I remember watching a panel or something on YouTube about how Caity was hoping that Sara was at least going to have a cane or be shown to struggle with some stuff, but the writers ignored all of that. So its kind of touchy based on that but I think it would be really neat to have someone with a prosthetic (or even just an amputation, someone born without a limb, etc.)-- it would be a beautiful narrative about 'Gideon can literally grow you a new arm' and that character firmly saying no, this is me, having this difference doesn't make me less, you aren't "fixing" me because I'm not broken, I like myself, etc, whatever.

I know that for me personally one of the best things about the show is that Sara and Ava don't have to come out, and everyone just treats them like normal, but I think some kind of homophobia narrative would be good, not to a big extent but just to the extent like in S1 when Kendra and Ray move in 1950s and that dynamic only with the girls. Like, for the show to acknowledge homophobia in such a direct way, as they did with interracial relationships. This beyond the obvious homophobia of the Nazis. (I personally can't think of an aspect where its implied, but sometimes I can miss or misinterpret implicated stuff like that).

I would love to see a return to POC cultures and narratives (narratives outside of racism) S1 with Kendra and Carter and the Egyptian culture aspect, Amaya and Zambesi aspect. We see a tad bit of this with Zari and the bollywood scene, and Japan post WW2, but they are more side aspects now. It would be neat to go to India or other places in southeast Asia (culturally), or Central/South America. Overall, I would just like to see more of that cultural aspect because human culture is something that interests me a lot and I feel like can be easily casually thrown in with time travel--- traditional clothes, buildings, and ideals (an example of the ideals is the discussion in feudal Japan about the cultures views on death).

I feel like there was a lot of potential with Hank and Sara to continue that discussion about women in power. Yes, we have discussed this before. We do it a lot in second season with the JSA and even Jonah Hex but I think Hank had a lot of potential to add a dimension to that discussion. (honestly see next paragraph for more). That whole episode with the Minotaur i would have loved if they'd been a bit more explicit with that-- yes, obviously a woman can be in charge (in Hanks mind) but he has the right to walk in there and take over because her experience doesn't matter and also we will do whatever he wants. Sara spends almost the whole time just rolling her eyes and bitting her tongue besides a light quip in the beginning asking if a girls ever punched him. in the past Sara has literally exerted dominance over men so I was just kind of disappointed with that dynamic. I love the character of Sara as an "unconventional woman" or a "strange friend" and I've noticed comments like that pretty much stopped after the 3rd season. I know some people hated those comments but I think they can be good. I enjoyed them and would like to see them again because it's literally just Sara being unapologetically herself, a strong woman, doing whatever she does, no matter how weird or unconventional it is. (Which is an integral part of Saras character to me)

BUT its also not necessarily "new" issues. Issues don't go away in real life-- we had multiple issues about Race in America with Jax, from different points in history (Slavery and the 1950s). Jax even mentions how he still experiences Rascism today. The issues don't go away and just because they are mentioned once doesn't mean they can't (and shouldn't) be examined from other points in history. IE just because the show has talked about it before doesn't mean we can't talk about it again from a different angle and/or perspective.

I see a lot of potential with Astra with the racism thing (people are nicer to me in literal Hell) but it also would have been interesting with Mona, to show a different type of racism would have been INCREDIBLE.

I also can think of maybe a scene or two that would have just been a nice touch with Zari (either one, but I have a soft spot for Zari 1.0, and I think with her life as an illegal Muslim would have been an enriching perspective) as a Muslim. They are very good to her character in the way that she obviously abstains from Liquor and Pork, and observes Ramadan. But one thing that would have been interesting is for Zari to experience early 2000s (or honesty still right now) xenophobia. Especially Z1 since being a Muslim is Illegal in 2045 there was a lot of emotional potential there. (Although I feel like I can understand why the writers didn't want to touch that because of current conflicts).

Since we're going to outer space (that was actually confirmed right? Or was it just hinted and I misread??), I think issues will have to be character driven rather than time period driven. But therin we have a lot of potential-- a race of aliens without distinct genders (wait, so your worth can be dictated based off of your genitals?? Plus sexuality stuff there), aliens confused about race (I don't understand some of your skins are different colors... and your people treat each other differently based on this?). We could introduce a matriarchal society, which the crew with Captain Lance feel particularly unphased by. Perhaps we have a completely pacifist society or aliens made of inorganic materials (debates about what constitutes as alive, what lives are meaningful, etc.) You get the idea(I adore star trek so you can imagine my glee thinking about some of those scenarios).

I think for me, the hard shift to comedy was at the expense of some of my favorite aspects of the show and also things that set it apart. This Found Family is so rewarding because they are all so so different but those differences enrich each other. They become better people and feel at home without having to change who they fundamentally are. And they are whoever they want to be. I feel like now the show has simply had an incredibly jarring tone shift thats trying too hard to be a comedy. (This one is just an opinion but a joke among all the serious is always just a lot more funny to me. I find myself laughing more at one liners and random stuff in the early seasons. Now it feels like 'ok, what's the next ridiculous thing.')

I think... humanity is pretty dark. But humanity also rises above. This is why I adore the episode from post WW2 Japan and to me it personally really stands out from other episodes in s4/s5. The idea of creating and destroying, pain and sadness locked inside, terror and hatred for the beings you share the planet with. That pain creates monsters. Sometimes by accident. (Sara's pain turned her into the version of herself she called a monster.). And also about embracing your passions (Mick hiding his writing). In that episode, we still have jokes about Godzilla. Garima appears and its hilarious. But it's also an incredibly powerful narrative about pain and fear and shame and gives a perspective that the western audience wouldnt... necessarily think about (the actual consequences and what the bomb actually literally did.).

That darkness makes the light so much more meaningful. If everything becomes light... than why are we still fighting?

Sorry if this is jumbled, I'm on mobile so.

Also, sorry if this is a rant or whatever. I am very passionate about this topic and oh boy if I was on a computer and had the time I'd probably repondd with a link to a doc.

[spiderman-homecomeme]

For me I think a cute college au would be that peter and mj are in the same dorm like across the hall, and maybe they always do their laundry at the same time and she notices he’s washing blood and dirt out of his clothes always or something lol :)

Hello friend!! so sorry this one was late!! I had this written out a while ago but couldn’t come up with a proper way to end the dang thing, but i’ve got it!! I hope you like it!!

Here is some 1.8k of funny collegiate fluff and stuff!!

Michelle’s pretty sure— she’d say maybe about 40%— that certified Cute Boy Across the Hall™ Peter Parker is a serial killer.

That, or he’s Spider-Man, which seems more likely.

But she finds it hard to come up with any other explanation.

Sure, Peter Parker is one of the nicest people she’s ever encountered. Honestly, the guy didn’t have a mean bone in his body; the kind of person that apologizes to inanimate objects after running into them.

And yeah, he may be almost frustratingly considerate sometimes— once, he bought her a new laundry basket after some asshole stole it (which was weird by itself, the theft. Who even does that?)

Another time, he’d stayed up till, like, 3 AM, helping some poor soul figure out their advanced chemistry homework.

He’s always the first volunteer when someone needs help moving furniture or something like that (he’s also weirdly strong).

Why he’s not an RA absolutely baffles her.

No, she doesn’t come to the serial killer conclusion at first. He’s too nice.

Then again, they always start as charming, don’t they?

See, every Thursday night, when everyone’s out getting drunk and partying at All You Can Drink till the sun comes up, that’s when Michelle gets all her shit done. No one to bother her, no one to knock on her door and ask questions, nothing. It’s prime be-productive time. Mostly, she uses it to do laundry, finding some peace in the quiet room, reading as she listens to the mechanic hum of the machines.

Except, she’s not always alone on these nights.

Peter usually washes his stuff then, too, always coming in with a basket-load of dirty clothes held tightly to his chest, eyes wide, mouth in some kind of weird rushed demeanor. But, polite young man that he is, he always makes sure to greet her with a smile, making the generic, nice small talk that’s expected; what book she’s reading, and how was it, how her day was, how her classes are. She doesn’t mind it really. Normally, she’d inwardly roll her eyes at talking about the weather or other shit like that.

But…

She’d definitely make an exception in this case.

Plus, he was so soft and pure as a person. How could she ruin his spirit like that?

It also helps that he happens to be really easy on the eyes.

So what if she gets a little hot under the collar seeing him in something as simple as a white tee and gray sweatpants?

Despite how attractive she finds him, she figures it might not be the best idea to get involved with someone like him. Yeah, he’s cute, but again, he’s either a crime-fighting vigilante or a murderer.

She’s not sure though, her only real concrete evidence coming from the blood and mud stains that are splattered on some of his clothes. That’s a little concerning, but she doesn’t mention it the first few times.

It’s when it starts becoming a regular thing, that’s when she becomes intrigued. The red spots always seem to be on his clothes, but there’s never any sign of it on him; no scars, no bruises.

After some observations, she discovers that it’s usually the same few t-shirts and boxers, occasionally, it’s some red hoodie (which, funnily enough, you can still see blood on red). One time, when she’d come in a little after him at around two am, he was scrubbing something red and blue. He’d nearly jumped out of his skin, shoving what she thought was spandex into the hamper, piling clothes on top of it.

Another point for superhero.

Then there was the whole thing with his roommate, Ned. They’ve apparently been best buds since High School, which was pretty cool, she guessed. But the weird thing was, was that those two were always whispering, glancing around and behind their shoulders before continuing a conversation.

It was impossible to catch him after his last class of the day, Intro the Philosophy at 2:30 (what? She’s not a stalker, just observant. He’s the potential serial killer, here.) His footsteps are silent as he rushes down the hall to his dorm, disappearing into his room for hours at a time. He’d be off campus from then until midnight at the earliest, doing God knows what.

With all of that, it would only make sense that this 4.0 college sophomore was leading a double life as a ruthless murderer. What, with the blood and dirt staining his clothes, the hushed tones spoken with his roommate, and the disappearing act…

And again, maybe he’s Spider-Man.

Even with the suspicious activity, though, she couldn’t help but feel a bit of concern for the guy. If he wasn’t a criminal or a superhero, obviously something was going on outside of classes, and not just normal extracurriculars. It may not have been any of her business, and really, she’d be happy to just keep doing her thing of observing from the sidelines, but she couldn’t help but wonder, and she didn’t think she’d be completely satisfied until she got at least some semblance of an answer.  

That’s what this Saturday night was for. To find out once and for all whether or not this kid was a homicidal maniac or a masked vigilante crime-fighter.

Her foot taps mindlessly, basket perched on her hip, she types in the four digit code. For a moment, she feels a little stuck, trying to figure out which hand to grab the handle with, struggling for a moment to get the door open.

Instead, she nearly falls forward when it pulls open, revealing the kind face of Mr. Killer himself, Peter Parker.

His eyes crinkle as a smile breaks across his face, and she feels the annoying butterflies fluttering in her stomach. “Hi, Michelle.”

Wow, the deviant.

“Sup, loser,” she remarks, a half smirk tugging at her lips as she moves past him, setting her hamper on top of one of the washers.

There’s a silence, and her eyes glance back to him, catching his dopey expression as he stares at her. He coughs, scratching the back of his neck, averting his gaze and busying himself with his dirty clothes.

They continue in a comfortable silence, spouting the occasional tidbit of small talk here and there. Honestly, if it weren’t for the same blood and dirt on the same t-shirt she might have forgotten that teensy little problem she had to investigate.

He seems to be trying to block her view from the shirt as he loads it into the washer, hastily chucking it into the chamber.

“You know, hydrogen peroxide’ll get that right out,” Michelle states matter-of-factly, not looking up from her own basket.

Peter freezes, head whipping toward her, eyes wide in a state of both shock and fear. “Huh?!”

“Hydrogen peroxide. The blood. On your shirt,” she replies, shrugging slightly as if it’s obvious. “Put it on there until it bubbles and then you scrub it out. Don’t just wash it.”

He stands ramrod straight, his face stricken with nerves, scrambling slightly, slamming the washing machine door closed in an instant. “What are you— What are you talking about?”

Michelle fights back an eyeroll. “Okay, I’m not dumb. And I’m not blind,” she folds her arms across her chest, fixing him with a skeptical glare. “How’d it happen?”

There’s a weird silence as he tries to respond, mouth opening and closing, but no sound coming out. He clears his throat, eyes trying to focus on anything but her in the room. “I… uh—I fell… down… the… stairs. Yeah,” he lets out a sharp exhale, resting his hands on his hips, nodding slowly. “The stairs. I’m clumsy.”

“So,” Michelle muses. “You fell down the stairs…”

Peter nods again. “Clumsy ol’ me.”

“Every week?”

He sputters, an awkward hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck. “Well, it sounds weird when you— when you put it like that…”

“Uh-huh,” her tone is still skeptical, but she feels the slightest bit of humor bubbling up inside of her. She honestly doesn’t know where that whole killer thing came from, because honestly, this kid doesn’t seem like he’d be able to hurt a fly a be able to live with himself. So far, the whole superhero thing might be more likely. She might as well just ask, though, just to get under his skin. “So, are you like a serial killer or something?”

The ghostly shade of white his face turns is a little funny, but she doesn’t crack a smile. He blanches, immediately shaking his head as fast as he can. “Oh, God. No! No! I’m not!! I swear!”

“Hmmmm bit defensive?”

“No! Oh my God—” He covers his head in his hands, groaning. “It’s not that at all!”

“Then what is it?”

“…. Fight club?”

Honestly, she’s impressed that he’s trying this hard to hide whatever the hell it is that he’s hiding. But she doesn’t say anything, smiling quietly to herself as he fumbles with the rest of his clothes.

She doesn’t know if he’ll ever tell her; they aren’t close friends or anything.

She also doesn’t even know if he needs to.

Because she can see the red and blue peeking out from the bundle of clothes.

Is that thing even machine washable?

And she still doesn’t say anything.

“Hey, uh, I know this is kinda weird now, considering this conversation, but uh—” He breaks the silence, changing the subject not-so-smoothly, voice still tinted with nerves.

She perks up internally, careful to remain visibly impassive though, keeping her cool. “Hmm?”

“Do you uh— maybe wanna see a movie, or… grab dinner sometime?”

If she were being honest, Michelle’s never really been more excited about something in her life. But again, she can’t let that show, even as she tries to fight the way the corner of her lip twitches ever so slightly. “I don’t know,” she starts, shrugging slightly, her gaze just meeting his, eyes narrowing. “Do you promise not to murder me?”

The utter shock and horror on his face is enough to crack her stony exterior, and she snorts bringing a hand up to cover her mouth.

But she figures she should maybe go easy on him, even if that little exasperated sigh he lets out is the teensiest bit endearing.

“I’m kidding,” she promises, unable to help herself.

He rolls his eyes playfully, though he still seems frazzled.

Suddenly finding herself feeling the slightest bit shy, she brings her gaze up to his. “I’d love to,” she finally answers, lips pressing together in a smile.

“Awesome,” he breathes out, eyes wide with quiet excitement. “Cool cool cool!”

It’s then that she steps closer to him, though still maintains a reasonable distance. “Besides,” she starts, eyeing him carefully, arms folded across her chest. “You can tell me all about this ‘fight club’ you’re in.”

[santoteez]

The Dormant Beast - Jongho (2)

Read Part 1 HERE

Part: 2 of ?

Idol: Jongho of ATEEZ

Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Friends to Lovers

Word Count: 1,490 (i think)

Warnings: Slight prejudice and bullying (non-racial and it’s not body shame either) MC is Black Female

Crescent shut the door to her two-story home, walking into the kitchen. She grabbed ice from the freezer, applying it directly to her knuckles, sighing in relief.

A couple of Doberman auras ambushed her on her way home, the moment she parted ways with Jongho. Cowards, all of them. They wouldn’t dare attack her when he was around. Hell, they wouldn’t dare attack anyone with such a domesticated animal as their aura. But without an aura, Crescent was at everyone’s mercy. So, she did what she knew best.

She beat the shit out of them.

They eventually ran out of energy, allowing Crescent to slip away. She headed upstairs to her room, slipping into a tank top and shorts. She attempted her homework, but her mind kept going back to The Void. He was getting closer and closer, and her loved ones had pretty strong auras, which put them on his hit list. She pinched the bridge of her nose. She wished she wasn’t so useless.

“Why couldn’t I have been a dog? Even a mouse would be useful in the right situation! Way better than a human.” She said, doodling on her paper.

Suddenly, her door swings open, and her brown eyes are staring straight into big, gold ones.

“IS THAT SELF-LOATHING I HEAR?” She said, whisking Crescent away from her desk, up the stairs, and out to the roof.

“Can you NOT run with me in your arms? You’re too fast for my slow brain.”

“Again with the negativity? Relax little one, your big sister’s got you.” Eclipse said, popping up with a six-pack of beers from the fridge.

“You know Mom and Dad would kill you if they found out you gave me these, right?”

“It’s a good thing I’m faster than them. In and out of the store before they blink.” Eclipse winked.

Crescent shook her head but grabbed a bottle nonetheless. This was Eclipse’s way of lightening the mood: alcohol. Ever since her sister realized her…condition, she did everything in her power to lift her spirits whenever she got into one of her funks.

“What’s on your mind this time?” Eclipse asked, taking a swig from her own bottle.

Crescent leaned against the railing, looking out onto the street. “The Void.”

Eclipse sighed. “I told you not to worry about that.”

The younger girl shook her head. “What if he comes for you, Clips?” She said in a small voice.

“Listen to me. I don’t want you thinking like that, okay? He’d have to catch me first. And plus, there isn’t a person in this world that can take me from your side.” She hugged her little sister. “Besides, if by some weird chance he does get to me, I know you’re in good hands.”

Crescent rolled her eyes. “I’m guessing you don’t mean Mom and Dad.”

“He’s so good for you, Cres. The way he cares for you, looks at you when you aren’t looking! He’s gone above and beyond to help you find your aura! How many 14-year-olds would have spent their allowance on some sketchy potion that wasn’t even for their benefit? All the signs are there, Cres. You just can’t see it.”

“Even if I did see it, it would hurt less to be blind. The top of the food chain doesn’t fall in love with the bottom of the barrel. You know how this goes, Clips.”

“And how many times do I have to tell you he doesn’t care about the damn hierarchy? Think about it, according to the rules, he’s supposed to be head over heels for Desire, ignore you, and be overly violent when putting others in check. But none of that has happened. He gives you his undivided attention and is a docile leader. He’s nothing like the rest of this town, and neither are you. That’s what makes you perfect.”

Crescent shook her head. “He’d be shunned if he was ever with me romantically. I can’t do that to him. He’s already seen as less of a leader for associating with the ‘challenged one.’ Sometimes it’s best to leave things alone. There are better things Jongho could do. Better girls he could be with.”

“And yet, there he is. Walking up to our house. Right now. Look down.” Eclipse said, cracking open another beer.

Crescent tiptoed to peek over the railing. Just as Eclipse said, there was Jongho crossing the street to her house. Just then he looked up, smiling and waving when he caught her eye.

“Are you guys drinking again?” He asked nonchalantly.

“Why? You want one?” Eclipse asked.

“It’s Monday afternoon.”

“Sooo…Is that a yes?”

Jongho shook his head. “Cres! Look what I finally got off the waiting list at the library!” He fished out a DVD from his backpack. It was the last season of Marvin, an old sitcom from auraless times. They had put in the request months ago, never expecting to see the day it was fulfilled.

“No way! There was a thirty-person long wait!” Crescent called out.

“Apparently, the line just suddenly cleared up. Let’s pop this bad boy in!”

“Coming! I’ll make popcorn.” Crescent called out. She started down the stairs. “You comin, Clips?”

“And let this beer go to waste? I’ll pass. Have fun on your date.”

“C’mon, Clips. Just friends.” She left downstairs.

“That’s what you think, lil sis. But you have NO idea.” Eclipse said, taking another swig.

Downstairs, Crescent let Jongho in.

“It’s about time you came back indoors. You look cold.” He said, glancing down at her chest.

Crescent smacked his arm. “You’re just greasy.” She said, earning a laugh from Jongho.

“Choi boy. I see you are invading my house. Again.” A dark skin man with thin-rimmed glasses emerged from the back of the house.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Moon. How are you?”

“How many times do I have to tell you, boy? Just call me Lunar.”

“I’m sorry, Lunar. How’s everything? How’s the book coming along.”

Lunar sighed. “Somedays more than others. But, it’s on its way. What are you two kids getting into today.”

“Marvin!” Crescent said, her response muffled by the popcorn in her mouth.

“I see. Well, if you need me, I’ll be in my dungeon. And no funny business. Like telling my daughter she looks cold. Understood?” Lunar pressed, his eyes showing a glint of hyena green.

“It won’t happen again, Lunar. You have my word.” Jongho said, unfazed.

Lunar nodded, heading back the same way he came. “And tell your sister she’s not fooling anyone stealing my booze and running to replace it.”

“Ignore him. He knows that if he so much as touched a hair on your head, he’ll have to deal with me.” Crescent said as they climbed the stairs.

“Your dad is a hyena. He’ll find a way around your little clause. Besides, it’s not hard to abide by his rules. It’s understandable he wouldn’t like a comment like that.”

Crescent shook her head. “You’re really a big softie, huh?”

Jongho smiled, popping the DVD in. They relaxed on the bed as the intro blared through the speakers.

Minutes turned into hours, and the tv was soon watching the pair napping when a sudden gust of wind engulfed the room. Jongho jumped up immediately, noticing the window was now wide open.

“Crescent, get up. Someone’s in here.”

“What?” Crescent said, looking around. “I can’t see anything.”

But Jongho, with the keen eyesight of a gorilla, knew better. He noticed the fingerprints on the sill, fresh.

“Wait here. I’ll check the hall.”

But that was Jongho’s mistake.

The minute he turned his head, Crescent screamed, a masked individual snatching her up.

“Crescent!” Jongho shouted, grabbing onto her just as she was being pulled out the window.

“Jongho! Pull me back in!”

Straining to hold on, Jongho gritted “I didn’t have time to power up! I’m using my human strength, but it’s not enough!” He shouted, his converse scuffing the windowsill. He was sliding off.

“Jongho, please don’t let go!”

“I’m trying!” He said, but whatever aura this person was, it was strong. Jongho slipped out of the window, falling out to the front lawn, and unfortunately, letting go of Crescent.

“Jongho!”

“Crescent!” Jongho shouted, finally powering up. But it was too late. This was a flying aura, and Jongho couldn’t outrun it. Just stand back as his best friend was whisked away.

The masked person flew for what seemed like hours, until they reached the Enchanted Ocean, miles away from town.

“What are we doing here? Who are you? What are you gonna do to me?” Crescent asked. The person turned to her, immediately letting go as she screamed.

‘This is it, I’m gonna die.’ Crescent thought to herself.

But what Crescent wasn’t expecting was instead of water, her lungs seemed to be filled with newfound oxygen. No matter how many times she breathed in, she exhaled unscathed.

“What the fuck,” She said to herself, “I can breathe underwater?”

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Blind Date Chapter One

The two cousins sat on the patio of the little café as they finished their meal. Once a week you could find these two having lunch in the city. It was a shock to both of them when they jokingly called each other a cousin only to find out they were in fact distantly related. Somehow despite the differences between them, they made a friendship through it all and dropped the extra terms from the relationship. They were simply cousins. 

The older of the two, Kit had pursued a career in research for a medical company that was based not far from where the two were eating. Lisha, who was a few years younger than Kit, had been accepted to graduated school. They were attending the university not that far away in a nearby town. They both knew the demands of school would slightly alter their weekly lunches, but they were willing to work around their busy schedules to make it work.

“So I found someone,” Lisha said at the end of the meal as the two sat back and sipped on their coffee and tea.

“Oh, you did?” Kit asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Not funny,” Lisha said as they both knew that Kit was referring to another long-time friend. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you we are just friends.”

“I don’t know maybe a thousand times more.” Kit said as she laughed softly.

“So this guy is great. He likes the wildness and what not. Sometimes I think he is just like me but others he can be distant and has lots of stuff on his mind.” Lisha said.

“A wild Lisha and this guy. He sounds good for you. I happy for you, cuz.” Kit said.

“He has tons of friends,” Lisha said, and Kit started shaking her head.

“Not gonna happen.” Kit said.

“Why not?” Lisha said. “You need to find someone too.”

“Men only cause problems, Lish.” Kit said.

“I am sure I could find you a girl if that’s the case,” Lish said.

“And they cause even more problems.” Kit laughed. “Thanks, hun but I am fine sitting in my lane alone.”

“Kit,” Lisha said.

“Lisha.” Kit repeated in the same tone, and they knew the conversation was almost completely over. Neither was willing to back down though as they knew what the other needed more than themselves. It was their way. Instead of fighting or pushing each other too far, they would go silent and wait to see what the other would do.

The nice weather of fall had held out so far. Though it was a bit chilled in the air, it was still livable. Watching people bundled up while the two were in their work clothes was amusing to both of them. Lisha broke the silence. “So Masamune has a wedding to go too in four weeks.”

“Masamune that is his name?” Kit asked.

“Oh yeah, Masamune Date,” Lisha said with a half-grin forming on her face. “The wedding is for their own clique’s leader. I am going with him, but not all of his friends have dates or partners. It is a wedding, and some of them want to go but don’t want to go alone. I mean these guys have been friends for twenty plus years. They need to go.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Kit asked as she took another sip of her coffee.

“Kit I think it would be good for you to get out,” Lisha said. “Look of it as we get to have fun at a wedding where we don’t know anyone.”

“Lish.” Kit said with a sigh as she looked into her cousins face that surprisingly looked like her own.

“Kit please?” Lish said. “Just think about it. I mean you will go on a blind date beforehand to see if you can stand to be near each other.”

“A blind date?” Kit shuttered in her seat. That idea alone was enough to make her want to pick up and run. Nothing good ever came from a blind date.

“Maybe a meet up in a bar or something. An easy in and out if you don’t like him.” Lisha said with a grin.

“So what is his name?” Kit asked as she eyed her cousin.

“Masamune has twelve friends and the one getting married. I need to ask him which he thinks would be good for you.” Lisha said as Kit eyed her younger cousin.

“So you want him to pick the guy?” Kit asked.

“Something like that. We will go over the qualities of them all and match you.” Lisha said.

“Why do I feel like an experiment now?” Kit asked out loud though she meant it for herself.

“I will call you and set the whole thing up,” Lisha said as she stood up and smiled down at her cousin. “Thanks, Kit. Call you in a few.”

“Bye.” Kit said as she stood as well and put her jacket on and started walking in the opposite direction back to her building. She couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a royally bad idea. However, by the time she got to work, she forgot all about the idea of going out. The whole building was in chaos.

“What happened?” Kit asked her supervisor as she neared him in the lobby.

“Rats.” He stated and looked at her like she was supposed to know what that one word meant.

“What?” she asked as she looked up at him, confused.

“It seems someone or some group thought that we used animals for testing and decided to free the animals.” He said.

“But we don’t use animals.” Kit replied.

“So when they realized their mistake, they decided to then hinder us by releasing hundreds of rats in the building.” He said, shaking his head.

“That makes a lot of sense.” She said, also shaking her head. “When will the building be cleared?”

“No one knows yet.” He replied.

“So another waste of a day.” She said, and he nodded.

“I can do my research from home. Am I still needed here?” she asked as she looked at him.

“A hot date or something?” he asked.

“What the hell is it with you people.” Kit said under her breath as she shook her head no.

“I don’t see why not but the police want to talk with everyone so you will have to wait here until they do get to you.” He said.

“Wonderful.” She said as she sat on the edge of the fountain.

She was sitting there waiting her turn to tell them that she knew nothing and was not in the building at the time. She started thinking about anything and everything other than the blind date that her cousin was going to set up her up on. Or the fact there were white lab rats running all over the place including over her foot. She looked down and then reached down and picked it up. While the other people in the lobby were screaming, she went one by one and picked up four of them that were by her feet.

“Either you are good with rats or?” she heard the voice say in back of her. She turned and smiled at the detective that was standing there.

“Experience with them.” She said. “For the most part, these guys are harmless. They have spent most of their lives being handled by people and whatnot.”

“Detective Akechi.” He said as he put out his hand.

“Doctor Johnson.” She said as she did the same.

“So Doctor where were you when they were released?” he asked as he looked her over.

“I assume they were released in the past hour and a half?” she asked as he nodded. “Then I was out to lunch with my cousin.”

“Where?” he asked.

“The café on fifth and twelfth.” She said as she pulled out the receipt and handed it over.

“Well, thank you for that.” He said. “It seems no one was here when it happened.”

“That might be true, but have you checked with Charles?” she asked.

“Who?” Detective Akechi looked at her.

“The camera system. It logs who enters and exits the building and with what.” She said as she pointed to the mainframe room. “I don’t know who named it Charles, but it seems to know where everyone is when they are in the building. It is supposed to cut down on time of finding people and the security of the research done here.”

“Thank you.” He said as he took off to go find someone who knew how to operate the program.

“No problem.” She said as she looked at him leaving. She wondered if that meant she was free to go. She stayed around though in the lobby with the four rats waiting to hand them over to someone. She was tired, and when the people that were hired to get the rats came by she gladly surrendered her newest friends to them, and they were slightly surprised by the fact she had them at all. Everyone else in the building was cleared to leave, and so she went to her office quickly and grabbed her things and went to her car. She was happy that week was finally over for her, and she drove home without a thought in the world about everything that had happened.

 Detective Mitsuhide Akechi was stumped on the hows and whys of why this building was attacked in this way. It didn’t make much sense, but when his friend had called him about three hours ago saying they had to meet and talk, he wondered if he just needed a break. He walked into the dive bar that he and his friends always met at and saw his friend Masamune Date at the bar talking to a group of young women. Mitsuhide shook his head.

“Don’t you have a girlfriend or something?” Mitsuhide asked as he sat down.

“Yeah. That doesn’t mean I can’t talk to other people, though.” Masamune said in his lazy drawl. “Lisha is great, so I don’t have to worry about her getting upset just because I spoke with someone else.”

“So, what was so important?” Mitsuhide asked as he looked at the bartender who knew them on sight and nodded. He needed a drink after today.

“So Nobu’s wedding is in a few weeks.” Masamune started, and Mistuhide groaned.

“I know that,” Mitsuhide said through his teeth.

“So lish had an idea,” Masamune said, and his own grin came out.

“What was it?” Mitsuhide asked not really wanting to know what Masamune’s girlfriend’s idea was.

“She wanted to set one of you up with her cousin,” Masamune said.

“Let me guess,” Mitsuhide said.

“Actually she thought that Mitsunari or Sasuke would be perfect for the cousin, but something in me said she was perfect for you,” Masamune said.

“So though you are trying to play it off as your girlfriends idea it is really yours?” Mitsuhide asked.

“Don’t use your Jedi mind tricks on me,” Masamune said with a chuckle as he looked at his old friend. “She is more your type.”

“I don’t have a type,” Mitsuhide said.

“Yes, you do,” Masamune said with a wink.

“I don’t have time for this Masa,” Mitsuhide said.

“Come on one date beforehand, and then you will have a date for the wedding,” Masamune said as he looked at the man. “What could it hurt?’

“Why me?” Mitsuhide asked as he looked at the man.

“Because I think the two of you have more in common than the others,” Masamune said.

“Fine,” Mitsuhide said as he shrugged towards the man.

“So I will have Lisha set up the blind date,” Masamune said with a smile. Mitsuhdie though maybe this would end two of his problems. His friends would stop trying to set him up on a date for a while, and he would possibly have a date for the wedding. He was dreading that though he would never let anyone know why. Somehow the idea of blind date didn’t seem so bad. A woman flashed in front of his eyes for a second. The tiny doctor he met during the day. He had no idea why he thought of her.