#Chester Rushing imagine

[milfmorrowind]

Catch me when I fall

@tes-summer-fest

Part 1: Thief

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part two

Why did it always have to be so damp?

Really though, this was getting ridiculous. No matter how hard Mailie tried to keep the moisture off of her, there was an ever-pervasive sense of slime in the Ratway that never seemed to go away. You would think regaining the blessing of a daedric prince might come with some cleanliness-related perks, but apparently not. Although, Mailie reasoned, of all the gods, Nocturnal was probably one of the least concerned with hygiene. And anyway, Mailie would fight a hundred dragons before letting on just how offensive she found the moisture to be. Her guildmates had come to respect her, despite her relative inexperience and privileged upbringing, but she could only imagine the amount of ribbing she'd get from Vex if anyone found out why she never leaned against walls. It was bad enough with Brynjolf assigning her the lovely moniker of "Princess"(thanks, Bryn, that really helps with the rumors), the last thing she needed was another "friendly" nickname.

Speaking of Brynjolf, where the hell was he? It had been four days or so since Mailie had asked after him, only to be met with a "Dunno, said he had a job to do. Something about an 'old friend', and to not expect him back for a bit," from Delvin. Very helpful, that, thought Mailie as she gently swirled the ale in her tankard (another habit that was made fun of– "It's not one of your fine wines, Princess, just drink it and go"), the thin layer of dew collected on the handle doing nothing to improve her mood.

She hoped for Brynjolf's sake that whatever he was doing was important. Delvin made it sound as if he'd left in a rush, which suggested it was at least somewhat urgent, but that's really no excuse for not telling anyone where he was going. If Delvin hadn't caught him as he was halfway up the ladder, no one would have known he had left at all. And sure, maybe she was being a bit unreasonable, free agents and all that, but it didn't change the fact that putting yourself in harm's way with no backup plan and no one to help you out if there's trouble was careless, and Brynjolf was not what Mailie would call a careless man.

Her musings were interrupted by the door from the Ratway swinging open. Mailie quickly pulled her hood back up to cover her face, shifting as she did to make sure Dawnbreaker was covered by her cloak. Her affiliation with the Thieves' Guild wasn't exactly Skyrim's best kept secret, to be sure, but it still wouldn't do for the Dragonborn to be seen publicly wearing a symbol of the guild's leadership. The more influence the guild gained, it seemed, the more they had to fear being recognized, especially as Mailie oh-so-carefully cut ties with the Black-Briars. Protection be damned, she couldn't wait to rid herself of their parasitic influence. Like pulling a leech from a leg, there would be blood, and it might sting a little, but it was better than being bled dry.

Thankfully, the hands pushing open the door belonged to Kjeld, one of the children the guild had recently recruited as a messenger. His parents had died in a dragon attack a few months prior, and his relatives had summarily kicked him out, claiming he was too expensive to feed, despite the farm they inherited from the boy's dead parents. Sapphire had found him sleeping by the road on his way to Honorhall, and offered him a job, which he was more than happy to take. He had proven a valuable asset, eager to learn and strong for a boy of twelve, likely due to his years of farm work. Less thankfully, he looked rather harried now, cheeks flushed as he ran along the narrow pathway towards the bar.

"Thane Chester - Master Mallory, sir– I need to– I mean I have something–" he stopped, hands on his knees as he struggled to speak through gasping breaths.

Delvin Mallory, stationed as ever at his table with a notebook and a flagon of mead, calmly reached out and put a hand on the youth's shoulder. "Slow down there, catch your breath."

Kjeld nodded, taking a few deep breaths and steadying himself. "I have news about Master Brynjolf, sir."

"Brynjolf?" Suddenly, every eye and ear in the Flagon was trained on the boy, and even Galathil looked up from her book for a moment. Mailie slipped out of her chair and headed over to where Delvin was sitting, adding her hand to Kjeld's other shoulder and kneeling down to his level.

"What kind of news?" she asked gently. "Did he send you with a message?'

He shook his head. "No ma'am, I haven't spoken to him myself. You see, I ran into Elte at Heartwood, and she said she'd heard from Alan at Ivarstead that he heard from Sedyni that-"

"Cut to it, kid," said Vex impatiently from the next table over. "What'd you hear?"

Kjeld swallowed. "Someone saw Brynjolf get arrested in Solitude. Right by the fort too, said there were elves and everything."

"Elves? Were they Altmer? With dark robes?" asked Mailie urgently. Stendarr's sake, if the Thalmor have him…

The boy furrowed his brow. "Those them tall ones, right? That's why they call them High Elves?"

Before Mailie could give a full explanation (and launch into a sociopolitical history of the Summerset Isles), Delvin cut her off with a nod. "Yes, lad, the tall ones. Were they there?"

"Sounds like it, sir. And Elte said that Alan said that Sedyni said that Brynjolf was awfully surprised to see them. He might have been badly hurt, too, there was something about a crossbow. I didn't wait to hear the whole story, sirs, I figured you'd want to know straight away."

"You did the right thing, son," Mailie said, patting him on the back. Calling over to one of the closer tables to the bar, she added, "Thrynn, could you make sure he gets a meal and some sleep, please?" The former bandit grumbled, but put his mead down and led the boy into the cistern.

Mailie pulled herself up and fell back into the nearest chair. Fuck. "I don't suppose any of you have friends in the Legion."

Vex barked out a laugh and crossed her arms. "Believe me, if I did, we wouldn't have heard about this through a messenger boy. Besides, you know the rules, Chester, we don't break people out."

Mailie scowled. Vex was right, technically-- it was Guild policy that anyone who got caught was on their own, but that hadn't stopped any of them from marking escape routes or bribing the occasional guard on a guildmate's behalf. Vex was no exception. She played up the apathy to keep anyone from getting too cuddly, but she cared about Brynjolf. She cared about everyone in the guild, actually, but but accusing her of it was a surefire way to end up with a black eye, so no one dared mention it. But Mailie knew. She'd known from the moment she saw the relief in Vex's eyes when Karliah's innocence was proven, the way she showed Mailie how to treat her dragonfire burns, the way her expression softened whenever Sapphire walked into the room.

Mailie was about to shoot her a withering glance and a cutting remark on the topic when she realized that Vex was staring her down. Ah. Vex had fallen into the habit lately of trying to test her-- to see what decisions she would make under pressure, to see how she would enforce rules, to see what rules she was willing to break. In short, Vex was testing her ability to lead.

Mailie shook her head. "Bryn's too good to get caught like that. If the Thalmor are involved then there's something bigger going on here. And hang the rules, I'm not letting someone rot in prison without at least knowing what happened. Especially if they're injured."

The ghost of a smile made its way on to Vex's lips. She'd passed. "Fair enough. I'll go get him, then. Been a while since I did a jailbreak, I could use the practice."

Again Mailie shook her head. "No. I'll go."

Vex raised an eyebrow. "You sure?  You don't exactly have a lot of experience with this. Have you ever even been arrested?"

Mailie resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "I'm sure. I-- We-- can't risk this being a trap. I have some influence in Solitude, if everything goes south I might be able to talk myself out of trouble," She hesitated for a moment. "And if Elisif's favor can't help us, my... associates have some sway in Imperial politics. Me being thrown in prison wouldn't exactly be good for their image, they might be willing to pull some strings and help me out. No one else here has that kind of leverage, and I'm not letting you throw yourself in front of blade without knowing who's holding it."

Delvin leaned across the table. "You're willing to bring your parents into this, Mailie?" he said. Clever bastard. Of course he knew.

She shrugged. "It's a last resort. There's a good chance they've disowned me by now, anyway. We haven't exactly kept in touch. It's a gamble I'm willing to make, though."

Vex uncrossed her legs and stood. "Well, if you're determined to go, I think we've got some old maps you could look at. No sense in sending you in blind."

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Here's a scene I imagined of Nicktoons Unite.

Timmy is at Bikinni Atoll Island, he's been quiet for 2 weeks now. Spongebob asks Mindy for help, since Sandy is at Texas, Squidward is a busy (in reality he's just playing his clarinet badly), Mr. Krabs is counting his money, and Patrick is sleeping. Cosmo and Wanda are at Fairy World, enjoying their day off.

Mindy sat down beside, she gave him his space. Timmy, are you alright, SpongeBob and Gary, told me you've been here for at least 2 weeks now, is something bothering you?

Timmy shakes his head but Mindy knows he's lying.

Timmy what happened at the game is not your fault, Wanda said the Baseball game was hard but everyone was rushing rather then practicing. It's not fair they pinned the blame on you, it's not your fault-

Timmy interrupts her, his voice is breaking down as tears can be seen. IT IS MY FAULT! It's my fault Mom and Dad would be rich and better parents with a daughter instead of having me. Vicky wouldn't have been an Evil Babysitter, she would've been a cheerful assistant to Dr. Bender. Francis would've been a star jockey instead of a mean bully. Chester would've had Cosmo and Wanda, and had a perfect set of teeth. Mr. Crocker wouldn't have become a crazed fairy hunter. AJ would've went straight to college with a full head of hair. Elmer wouldn't have had a boil!!!

Mindy is shocked and heartbroken, to see Timmy this sad, she didn't know that in his universe he's the scapegoat to everyone flaws. She knew he didn't have the happiest life, but she didn't think he'll be the punching bag to everyones misfortunes.

SpongeBob and Gary, overheard the whole thing. Gary is shocked, while Spongebob tries to hold his tears. Timmy continues crying after his verbal breakdown, Mindy is also crying bad she doesn't let them stop her.

She quietly hugs Timmy, Timmy is still crying but he hugs her back, knowing he needed a hug. Oh, Timmy I'm so so so sorry. I didn't know you were going through this, you should've told Spongebob or me sooner, than bottling them up.

Soon, Spongebob and Gary joined the hug, Timmy felt his heart beating, he was always the scapegoat to everyones flaws and misfortunes, he received no appreciation for his good deeds. While he can be a jerk, he had every right to be upset with no one appreciating his work, especially since many of the complaints he got (particularly from AJ and Bickles) were completely petty. He always felted so hurt and humiliated, he become a selfish jerk because he stopped caring about the consequences of his actions. After all, the world is better off without him.

But after meeting Spongebob and Mindy, he felted a warm feeling inside. Spongebob always says thanks to him, and he appreciates his help. Mindy showed Timmy compassion and that it's okay to not be the best at everything. Timmy the pain your going through isn't your fault, your still a child, it isn't fair that people use you as there scapegoat, Mindy said to Timmy, as she comforts him.

Timmy is still sad, but he smiles happily, Thanks for being there for me you guys.

The End :)

The Mindy in this is the Mindy from the SpongeBob movie, right?

If so, this is really sweet and well written, anon.🥹 💕

[dimdiamond]

Exactly! Like I HC that Chester is a “work smarter not harder” kind of person who knows the tricks to his job very well.

And Haddock is just a chaotic powerhouse, rushing from one end of the ship to the other doing whatever needs to be done in any kind of weather.

(Idk why this needed to be an ask but I didn’t want to add to that very not Tintin themed post. 😅)

YES EXACTLY! Love these headcanons!

Haddock in comics has shown to know well all parts of ship and all the jobs- in Red Sea Shark he managed to save the ship and take control of it by giving the exactly right orders in complete calmness AND being down in the ship machines! He is practically a genius and I can totally imagine him hopping from one ship section to the other in his thirst for learning more and more about them and how they work. So he's a great captain because his experience from working in all sections gives him the advantage of knowing exactly how a ship works and what it needs. However he is, as I said in the tag, a jack of all trades and, as you said, a chaotic powerhouse and he thrives in emergencies and chaos.

Chester gives the vibe of "work smarter not harder" indeed but he probably doesn't realise it himself. I headcanon Chester that he worked only on deck but exactly because he knows how important is hierarchy and autonomy of each section he shows trust and demands of every sailor to do their responsibility for the overall sake. That's what makes him a great captain and probably easy to work with.

Basically I see Haddock as this super talented star player of the team that can bring the win with the support of all the team and Chester as the player who will stay at his position and lead team's teamwork for the win.

[voraciousvore]

The Half-Blood Giant (6/51)

***Contains soft, safe, willing vore***

Chapter 6: Growing Up

They knew they couldn’t keep the inquisitive child in the dark forever, but they held off the inevitable for as long as possible. They worried about his future. A social life with friends was impossible for him, since he couldn’t pass for a giant or a human. Jackie, if she needed time with people her size, could always return to the human realm for a while. If Hunter came with her, he was restricted to the remote rural property of his human grandparents, where he couldn’t be seen by others. Even then, he had grown to the point where he was taller than the house. Jackie had to worry about him running off, especially since he didn’t always listen to her. 

As the years passed, he continued to grow, his height becoming loftier by the day. Despite how restrictive his life was, he was a happy child in his ignorance. Chester was extremely strict about keeping him in the house, so Hunter didn’t try to leave. With supervision, Chester would sometimes allow him to play in the immediate vicinity outside, as long as he didn’t smell any strangers nearby. His parents would drive him to his grandparents’ estate or to Uncle Jasper’s house if he started to get too antsy. Jasper adored his little nephew and was always willing to make time for him when he wasn’t at work. 

While stuck at home, Hunter liked to read. As he went through the books in his father’s study, he discovered Jackie’s magic books. He read through them with fascination and naturally wanted to try using magic for himself. To his astonishment, he was able to cast simple spells with minimal effort. He rushed over to his parents with excitement to show them. Although Jackie had been hesitant to teach him magic, she was impressed how quickly he picked up on harder techniques that took her forever to learn, how much easier and effortless it was for him. She was proud of her son’s innate talent, and since the secret was out, she sought to guide him, teaching him useful defensive spells. Like his mother, he was able to use blood and lightning magic, but he found the lightning much harder to conjure. 

Hunter pored over the spells in the books, since he wanted to learn more. There was a spell for growing or shrinking that Hunter thought would be useful, considering his unfortunate “in-between” size, but he could only make his size change for a few seconds when he first attempted it. He discerned he needed more practice. Some of the spells he considered very odd. One was a protective spell that would allow a human to survive inside a giant’s belly. Hunter couldn’t imagine why anyone would find that desirable. Additionally, there was a spell to produce human meat. Out of curiosity, Hunter tried it out and found himself holding a bloody sack of meat. Again, he wondered why this would be a spell anybody would want to learn. He sniffed it and realized he had manifested a piece of his own flesh. Grossed out, he threw it away.  

He kept reading. There was a section in the back of very powerful forbidden spells that were difficult to cast and could go wrong very easily. The book cautioned against using them, since they came with devastating consequences, either for the caster or their unfortunate victim. There was a spell to permanently shrink a giant to human size, but the spell could disfigure the victim, and the person casting the spell could lose their magic forever. Similarly, a spell existed to create a new dimension of existence that also resulted in permanent magic depletion. Spells existed that could summon souls back from the dead or transfer a soul from one body into a new vessel, but the soul in question could be transformed or tainted in the process. Hunter was disturbed by this knowledge and moved on to a different book. 

He dug into Chester’s collection of history books next. He read about the human realm and the creation of the Land of Giants. At first, he almost believed the tales to be a work of fiction. His father was a giant and his mother was a human, after all. They couldn’t possibly be natural enemies. They loved each other. And his father wouldn’t eat his mother… would he? Of course not. Hunter dismissed the stories as fantasy, but they gnawed at the back of his mind. 

Finally, he decided to ask his parents about it. He strolled into the living room to find his dad sitting on the couch, stroking his belly in that distinctive way of his that he did sometimes. Hunter climbed up on the couch next to him, lugging the giant book in his arms. It was big and heavy, but manageable with how much he had grown. His head reached midway up Chester’s thigh now. 

“Where’s Mom?” Hunter asked. 

“Oh… she’s sleeping. Don’t bother her, she’s got a headache again,” Chester replied. His hand stopped moving and rested on his belly. “What do you have there, son?” 

“A book.” Hunter examined his father’s face intensely. “Dad, are the things in this book true?” 

Chester looked over to see what his son was referring to. “Oh… yeah. That.” He chose his words carefully, but he knew his son needed to learn the truth eventually. “That’s a history book. It’s all true.” Jackie kicked his stomach from the inside, signaling her disapproval, but Chester didn’t want to lie to the child any longer. 

“So...” Hunter had so many questions swirling in his mind, he couldn’t enunciate them clearly. “Are humans and giants enemies then?” 

“Well... that stuff happened a long time ago. Older giants like your grandpa were alive then, but most giants living now weren’t around for those events,” Chester explained. 

“So they’re friends now?” 

“Not... quite,” Chester said. “Your mother and I are something of an exception. Um... giants usually eat humans.” He grimaced as this bitter truth crossed his tongue and left a bad taste in his mouth. 

Hunter processed this information. “Am I a human? Or a giant?” 

“You’re both, of course,” Chester answered smoothly. 

“No giants have tried to eat me though. Not you, or Uncle Jasper, or Grandma and Grandpa. Does that mean I should be eating humans?” 

“Heavens, no!” Chester gave him a stern look, full of concern. “You haven’t had any urges to eat humans, have you? Like your mother?” 

“Ew, no!” Hunter protested. The thought of eating his own mother was abhorrent to him. He hadn’t considered eating humans, but then again he hadn’t run into any humans besides his mother, so the thought hadn’t really crossed his mind. 

“Good.” Chester sighed. “That’s enough questions now. Daddy’s tired. Go run along and play.” Chester felt the need to shut the conversation down, especially since Jackie was clearly displeased with him as she gave him another sharp prod from inside. 

Hunter left his giant father alone, his head spinning. He needed time to step back and think. He figured he might find more answers in his dad’s books, but for now he was overwhelmed. He had more questions than ever about the outside world, a world he had been cut off from for his entire life. He was confused why. His parents always shut down his questions or deflected by changing the subject. He finally had some answers, but he was left with more questions. He was frustrated. 

He didn’t feel like a human or a giant. He didn’t know his role in the world. When he visited the human realm, he was obviously out of place. He couldn’t even fit in a human house anymore, and Jackie was emphatic that he stay close. He understood now that his size would frighten small humans, if they feared being eaten. Realistically, he couldn’t be around humans anymore. 

Yet, he wasn’t a giant either. The giants in his life didn’t want to eat him like a human, but he was so small when compared to everyone else. He thought back to how his grandpa looked down on him, with such cold condescension, and he began to understand. He was a disappointment because the human blood in him made him small and inferior. He clenched his fists with bitterness. He had tried to make his grandpa like him, and did everything in his power to please him and win his approval, but the old man’s attitude was unwavering. Now, it all made sense. 

His dad had told him not to bother his mother, but Hunter was still bursting with questions. Maybe if his dad didn’t answer them, his mom would. If she was currently suffering with a headache, perhaps he could heal her with his blood magic. Jackie had taught him a healing spell that he thought might work. He made his way over to the master bedroom. The door was shut, as it usually was when his mom was resting, so he quietly opened the door and tiptoed inside.  

The room was dark, with the shades drawn. Hunter peered over the side of the titanic bed, searching for his mother. He didn’t see her, but then again she was very small and easy to miss. She could be wrapped up in the sheets somewhere. When he failed to locate her with his eyes, he gingerly smoothed over any lumps or folds with his fingers and peeled back the sheets. He even picked up the pillows to see if she was hidden underneath. No sign of her. 

“Mom?” he whispered. He knew he was doing something wrong, disobeying his father as he was, but he was becoming increasingly baffled as he failed to locate his miniature mother. “Mom?” he called again, slightly louder this time. He searched the rest of the room, watching where he stepped in case she was on the floor somewhere. Jackie was usually pretty conscientious about making noise so she wouldn’t be stepped on, so Hunter was confident she wasn’t in the room. 

“What the heck? Where is she?” he mumbled to himself. He replaced the sheets and pillows and left, closing the door quietly behind him so his father wouldn’t know he was snooping. He considered what to do. Should he tell Dad that Mom was missing? He walked down the hallway and peeked around the corner into the living room, but paused. 

His giant dad was still sitting on the couch, rubbing his belly with steady strokes in that distinctive and odd way of his. Hunter observed that he wasn’t watching TV, reading, writing, or doing anything really. Just sitting there with a dreamy, glazed, satisfied look on his face, like he was enjoying something immensely. His father occasionally had that look on his face after eating a big satisfying meal, such as during a holiday or feast day. He certainly did look like he had just eaten a filling repast, with how he was stroking his stomach. 

Hunter found this behavior exceedingly strange, though. Come to think of it, his father always did this when his mother retired to the bedroom to rest during the day. Hunter had always assumed that she had a weak constitution, with how fragile and tiny she was, and since his dad was always scolding him to handle her with less roughness. But if she wasn’t in the bedroom, where was she? 

Hunter thought about everything he read. About how giants and humans had been at war, because the giants couldn’t stop themselves from eating humans. How giants still craved human meat, even when they didn’t live with humans any longer. His dad, despite being married to a human, was still physiologically a giant in every way. So, logically, wouldn’t he want to eat his mother? Why wouldn’t he? Hunter’s eyes drifted down to his dad’s belly, which he was patting with his hand. Lovingly. With the same tenderness he showed Jackie. 

Hunter was filled with horror and revulsion when the truth finally dawned on him. His dad ate his mom, and had done so on multiple occasions. The protective spell that allowed a human to survive a giant’s digestive fluids suddenly made sense. Jackie could survive inside a giant’s stomach. Hunter fled to his bedroom in disgust. He didn’t know what to think. Yet again, he was overwhelmed with forbidden knowledge. 

He lay on his bed listlessly, still in shock. His parents had kept him in the dark for so long, his entire life, and they were still keeping secrets from him. Gross, weird secrets. He gripped the bedsheets in his fists. He couldn’t trust them anymore, couldn’t trust anyone. He would find out everything he needed to know. He was determined. 

Chapter 7

Chapter 1

[ultrahpfan5blog]

Really apprehensive about The Flash series finale.....

Despite my issues with Eric Wallace and all the various dumb decisions he has made this season, I have enjoyed this final arc so far. But I am very apprehensive about the finale. For one thing, it literally feels that we have just reached the tipping point of the final arc. It feels that there is still 2-3 episodes worth of story to come, now actually going up against Cobalt Blue and the other villains. Instead, all of it is stuffed into one episode. I can only imagine it will feel ridiculously rushed. Carlos mentioning that he wasn't able to make it for the final episode breaks my heart. He's such an essential part of the show that it just feel like an injustice. I don't know how they could not make the schedule work when they knew the show was ending a year in advance. Then we also know that Grant got covid with 6 days left to shoot and they shot around it. I don't know how that would work with your main lead not there. I'm sure it will make for some awkward blocking shots. Apparently we were robbed of a Savitar and Zoom faceoff as a result. So that leaves me with a lot of apprehension going into the finale. I don't expect it to be great, but I hope it can at least be good and not focused on Cecile, Khione, Chester, Mark, and Allegra. I found it deeply frustrating that Barry only appeared midway through the penultimate episode. Again goes back to wondering what Eric Wallace was thinking when making this final season.

[briamichellewrites]

10

Bria and Joe discussed the altercation with Ian with Mike and Brad. They were all well-rested and could think clearly. Joe fully accepted responsibility for leaving her alone. He should have realised that he could take advantage of the situation. For some reason, he failed to consider the consequences. They all told him that, while he should not have done that, they forgive him. Yes, he should not have left her alone. At the same time, how could he have predicted what would happen?

Before she could scream, Mike and Rob rushed over. They expected to be able to pull him off of her. They never imagined she would attack him in self-defence. She screamed because he scared her by approaching her from behind. Then she switched to fight or flight mode. She remembered everything she had learnt from her father.

If Brad had not yanked her off of him, she would have continued because she was high on adrenaline.

She learnt that Ian's injuries were minor. He was not going to press charges against her because he started the incident. They asked her again if she planned to file charges against him. No, she did not think she had a case. Mike enquired as to whether he lived in Los Angeles. Brad confirmed that he lived in Wales. If they ever crossed paths, say at an award show, they would hire a bodyguard for her.

He informed their security detail about the situation. They did not believe it would be a problem. No, she did not intend to file charges against him. They informed her of the benefits of filing charges. If he did it to her, he can do it to anyone else. He may have done the same or worse to other girls. She had the ability to help stop him.

"How about this? When we return to Los Angeles, we discuss what happened with the police. It will be us, Mike and Rob. We simply go talk to them and find out what options you have. You can then decide whether you want to press charges against him. Until then, we can concentrate on Thanksgiving and will not discuss it further."

They waited for her to respond to his proposal. She nodded and said, "Okay." That was fair. They thanked her before leaving to find Chester and Rob. Brad had Mike hang out with her and Joe while he spoke with Rob about what they had discussed. He would do that. They discovered the boys playing video games. Rob was losing to Chester, so he was glad to hand over the controller to Joe when his turn was up.

She had no interest in video games, but she watched them play regardless. Chester joked about beating him. Mike replied by reminding him that Joe was the video game expert. Joe chuckled and sat down. He did not just play; he immersed himself in the experience. They were returning home the following day for Thanksgiving. She would spend the holiday with Joe's family because her parents were working. George and Max would be at their estate on Lake Como in Italy.

Normally, Michelle would patrol a specific area to ensure that everything was fine. She did have to assist in a traffic stop or another emergency. There was never a dull moment in Los Angeles due to its vast size. At the very least, she never complained about being bored at work. She worked full-time hours five days per week. She did, however, have to work extra hours on occasion due to a last-minute call.

It was very different than working on a military base. It was similar work, but with different language and procedures. Rather than protecting the military, she was defending Los Angeles residents. George wished she could join them, but he knew how important her job was. She had the option of requesting time off. Because she was new to the police department, she wanted to be as accessible as possible. It would appear favourable to her superiors.

She did not work on Christmas Day. Bria did not know where she and Joe would be. It was dependent on Henry's schedule and what Joe's family had planned. She simply requested that she let her know. Bria promised to do so.

She planned to meet with Mike and Brad before Christmas to discuss joining them on their international tour. Given how well she was doing, they were seriously considering it. Brad received the DVD of her performance from Mark Fiore, their videographer. He gave it to her so she could share it with her family. She watched it on Joe's laptop during the flight home.

She listened to the crowd scream and sing alongside her. Oh, my God! Because of her in ear monitors and her back up band, she didn’t initially hear them. The stage lighting also made it difficult for her to see the audience. Brad gave a laugh. She made a name for herself on stage. She exuded professionalism and stage presence that only experienced performers like Bruce Springsteen could match. It was as if she had captured the audience's attention and would not let go.

"What do you think?" he asked her.

“That was so fucking cool! Oh my God!"

"You should practise your head banging," he joked.

"Oh, my God. Chester can show me how to scream."

He laughed. Joe asked Chester, who was sitting nearby, if he could teach her how to scream. Fuck yeah! Brad laughed again. They would need to work on it for her next album. During the nearly seventeen-hour flight, she napped while listening to noise-cancelling earbuds. The boys discovered her with her legs against her chest and her head resting on Joe's shoulder. She appeared adorable and innocent, almost childlike. They photographed her without disturbing her sleep.

"If you took photos of me while I was sleeping, I will fucking kill you!"

That was the threat she issued when she awoke two hours later. Mike laughed, explaining that they could not help themselves. She was just so cute! How did she sleep? She slept like a baby. They were about to serve dinner, so she awoke just in time. Mike was looking forward to getting home to Anna. They were having Thanksgiving with their two families.

They invited their parents and their younger brother, Jason, over for dinner. Jason was preparing to move to Cambridge for graduate school. He applied and was admitted to Harvard Graduate School of Design. His aspiration was to become a landscape architect. Mike was extremely proud of his younger brother and what he was accomplishing. He could not wait to see him and learn more about his activities. He and Anna were both eager for his family to meet Bria. They expected to fall in love with her as much as they did.

He often wondered what would have happened if he had not seen her that afternoon. She seemed visibly upset. Perhaps she would have gone to the hotel as planned. That moment provided them with an opportunity to learn more about her. She was trying to keep her emotions under control.

What if he would kept driving without picking her up? What if he convinced himself that it was none of his business? He would have come to regret his decision. As her world crumbled around her, she sought assistance. It was difficult being a teenager. She was also in a foreign country and did not know anyone. Perhaps she would have been fine without his intervention. Taking her in was a decision he would never regret because it resulted in a friendship.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon

[sakuraswordly]

Continue from these

#damn...can you imagine wearing all that weight of the world on your shoulders...

#that's hurt and sad when come thinking about this again....the one who carried everything even gladly to be evil for the right thing

This is what makes him being corrupted so much more painful.

This isn't just about saving his friends anymore. It's so they can live their dreams. Having their freedom, even if it costs Sonic his own.😢

That's why Gilgamesh is the most tragic character because he carries everything by himself and does it alone to not let one avoid, like both Sonic and Punch, who gladly become villain for the sake of doing the right thing and helping as much as they can even cost their life.

The moment Sonic finally succumbs to it is equal parts horrifying and tragic. He tries with all the might that he can muster to keep going, but when he finally succeeds, the corruption reaches its limit and he just keels over, clearly in immense agony but holding himself back from screaming in defeat out of pride. After a brief struggle, his entire body just goes limp, his face frozen in pain. Source: tvtropes

You did see something very similar between Sonic and Gilgamesh right?

Punch: God, my a**s! You're just giving yourself an out and manipulating other people! I've had enough of it! I won't let you or everyone change me or use me again! Exterminate the world?! Rewrite the universe?! Who the hell wants to do that @#$%&*?! I'm starting to hate humanity! I hate everything about this world!! I hate everything around me!! I'll get wiped this universe if I can! I'm humanity's biggest enemy! Got it?! I'm the worst girl who ever lived! I may be the enemy of the whole universe. I had no place to call home where I belong. But I'm your friend, Chester. You did destroy my life, yes and I can't be a good girl. And I don't want to be a god. But when I saw someone cry say no one needs them. I want to tell them it's not true!! Source

That's why Punch became like this for the right thing the same as King Gilgamesh as well.

That's how all three quotes come from their own heart and their decisions.

That's why there is no such thing as meaningless.

[loveforpreserumsteve]

Love Grows (demon!Bucky and pre-serum!Steve omegaverse au)

13

HODGE REMAINED HYPER all through Sunday. Moving from task to task as though he wouldn't be able to do them any other day. Building shelves, organizing shoe racks, going through the clothes he hadn't worn in years and probably never would again. Steve tried to avoid his flittering from one spot to another, but it didn't help that every time Hodge passed him, he would make it a point to kiss the top of Steve's head and mark along the length of his shoulders.

He wasn't just hyper though. He was jittery and jumpy. Rushing to his charging phone at the first ring every single time that it rang. It was maddening to witness. Steve had never seen Hodge like this. Not even when he was expecting a call from his agent to find out if he had gotten a role.

Shrugging it off, Steve tried to keep himself busy with his art. He still wasn't feeling inspired, but he was trying to make himself a muse by drawing and painting anything that he could. The bay window. The indent of the sofa from where Steve had been sitting. The TV over the fireplace. The den that Steve longed to decorate as a nursery.

"...the driver swerved out of control, hitting Flag Smasher actor, Jonathan F. Walker," the news reporter said.

Immediately, Steve returned to the living room. A headshot of the alpha actor was on screen before switching to stills from the play Hodge had auditioned for, but didn't get. And seeing the man's face on screen sent a shiver down his spine and put lead in his belly. He couldn't imagine what the alpha's partner was feeling right now.

"Walker was taken to Metro-General Hospital and is in critical condition."

Numb, Steve sat on the edge of the sofa. All he could think about was how young Jonathan F. Walker was. How much he still had to offer. Sure, Steve had only briefly met him a few times, but he didn't seem like a bad person. In fact, Steve thought that if John and Hodge hadn't been in competition, they would've gotten along quite well.

Idly, Steve was aware that Hodge was speaking, "Oh God, no. Oh, the poor guy."

Standing, Steve left the living room, the news station switching to another story. Hodge was still talking, "Yes, I am... Yes, I would... I'd hate to get it this way, but I –"

Finding his husband sitting next to the open window, smoking, Steve leaned against the doorway. The beta gave Steve an apologetic look about the smoking, but Steve couldn't be sore at him. In fact, he felt as though he could use a smoke right now himself. Or a bottle of wine. They all had their vices.

After listening to the person on the other line, Hodge continued, "Well, you'd have to speak to Chester about it."

Of course, Steve knew just as much as Hodge that his agent, Chester Phillips, would agree to whatever was being talked about now. Especially if it was Hodge getting a role. Getting the role, Steve knew.

"But I'm sure there won't be any problem, Ms. de Fontaine, not as far as we're concerned."

Steve held his breath. His stomach roiled. Sure, he wanted his husband to get more roles. Get The Something Big that he deserved. But not like this. Not because another actor could be dying that very minute.

"Thank you, Ms. de Fontaine," Hodge said. "And will you let me know if there's any news? Thanks."

Hanging up, Hodge took another inhale from the cigarette before stubbing it out on the sill. For a moment, he sat motionless, his hand holding his phone to his chest. He was pale and a little clammy, and Steve knew that Hodge didn't want this opportunity to only come his way because of another's demise.

"Hodge?"

He opened his eyes and looked over at Steve.

"I got the part," Hodge said.

Steve chewed on the inside of his lower lip and held himself. "Because of John's accident?"

"Yeah. Hell of a way to get it, y'know?"

Nodding, Steve gestured over his shoulder in the direction of the living room where the TV could still be heard. "They were talking about what happened. It was brutal."

"Listen," he stood, crossing the room. "I've gotta get out and walk around. Get outside and... absorb this."

"Okay, yeah, I get it," Steve stepped out of the doorway. "Take your time."

Kissing Steve's forehead, Hodge moved down the hallway on autopilot. The beta was shaken up, and Steve could empathize with that because so was he. What if it had been Hodge that had been hit? Shaking his head, he didn't want to think of that.

Returning to the living room, he changed the channel. Not wanting to hear any other bad news, but also not wanting to be left in silence. He wanted to get his mind off of the tragedy that had happened so close to home.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but a teeth-whitening commercial that Hodge had been in had been played twice by the time that the man came home. He seemed just as amped up as he had been before the news, which made Steve watch him, concerned, as he paced.

"Okay," Hodge started, facing Steve. Kneeling down in front of him as he sat on the couch, Hodge took Steve's hands in his, "I've been thinking, and I think we should have a baby."

Surely, Steve didn't hear that right. Hodge? A baby? He wanted one? Before his career had really taken off?

"Y'know, goo goo, diapers, waa waa?"

His heart was racing and the tears building in his eyes started blurring his vision, "'You mean it?"

"Sure, I mean it," he said, grinning.

"But what about –"

"Life's too short," Hodge argued. "Today is proof of that. And I don't want to wait around. So, let's have a baby."

Sliding off the sofa and right into Hodge's lap, Steve tackled his husband to the floor. A baby! They were going to have a baby! How did Steve get so lucky?

[hecticromantic]

a playful, put on gasp escapes from nate's lips, before a surprised but equally amused laugh bubbles out of him. "i'd never. unless you like bein' called a whore, that is," nate amends, weighted gaze scanning chester's face once again for any recognizable discomfort or disagreement as his lips curve up into a teasing smirk. he's not trying to impose any of his own kinks onto chester, merely tentatively treading the water until nate knows for sure what he likes. nate is an overachiever, the school's golden boy, but even if he didn't meet his own expectations, he'd be more disappointed not meeting chester's.

he grins when chester agrees, but it's hard to seem so smug and self-confident when the view in front of him is breathtaking, prompting nate to exhale shakily as he gently runs his fingertips through the sparse spattering of hair on chester's belly. the sight alone has blood rushing south, filling up his cock and already imagining filthy scenarios -- more specific than not, like coming all over that happy trail. he licks his lips, the simple act of chester teasingly running his finger along the waistband of his jeans being enough to make his hair stand on end, head nodding along obediently to his words.

"please," he urges, in lieu of any verbose encouragement as he unzips the fly of his jeans and nudges his jeans down halfway. nate was embarrassed as he was eager, a heated flush settling in over his cheekbones. he didn't know what the gameplan was, or if this exploration was going to lead to more fondling and so he didn't know how to prepare himself -- chest rising and falling steadily to keep the butterflies at bay.

"calling me an attention whore, then?" there's an exchange of lightheartedness and playful recognition slotted in between rounds of thick seduction. and it's that exact pattern that makes chester all the more wary of his feelings. nate doesn't stop being nate even when his fingers glide like welcome distractions. exposed, well toned abs don't come without a pretty face, and an even prettier swell of charisma. and chester's heart is racing. "well... since you're asking so nicely -- and offering me the same," he adds, gesturing graciously at the statuesque figure before him, "yes." as exhilarating as it is to gaze up at nate, to catch wandering eye with wandering eye -- chester pushes to prop himself up onto an elbow. his colorful cardigan slips off easy, and the silky jersey underneath follows suit with little effort. he shoves the bunch back towards the car door, essentially building an unintentional pillow for his head, before tilting his chin, and staring curiously in nate's direction. chester lifts a grounding palm to the other's broad shoulder, and traces an appreciative line down a shapely chest, skimming a pert nipple, and rippling muscles like sunkissed hills. he's careful and slow, venturing south with enough pause to allow nate time to process. it's just as he rotates his wrist to finger the band of his jeans -- that chester whispers again, brown pupils blown in meeting. "i think you're really, really, hot. and -- i'm gonna touch you." slender digits follow in tandem, each then curling to squeeze nate's cock through his denim. "-- and you should tell me if you like it."

[metalheadcowboy]

Every now and again Chester Rushing will pop up on my tik tok and I’ll be like “Why does he look so familiar?” And then about a second later it hits me, “Holy shit, I’m an idiot, that’s Chester” 😭

[cigarettesandharringrove]

head canon:

Tommy H has a little sister

Because Sophia Lillis is literally the perfect fit for it

I don’t make the rules

[laurelsfreckles]

but why we don’t talk more about shirtless tommy h in the basketball scene?

[ju1ian]

bruh im glad the stranger things con was super postponed cause i probably would have started a fight and gotten myself arrested while i was there.

[doesitsparkjoytho]

The Dixie Fire in Northern California is now the largest single wildfire in recorded state history. It has burned over 446,000 acres so far and is only 21% contained. Both sides of Lake Almanor and Chester have been evacuated. The historic gold rush town of Greenville has been pretty much destroyed.

These shots of Lake Almanor by Jake (scenescapery) on IG are heartbreaking. Below his are some shots from the last time I was there. It's a truly beautiful place, and I feel like a part of me is dying. I can't even begin to describe what this place means to me. I've been going there almost every summer since I was 10. But that feels incredibly selfish even to write because I can't imagine what everyone who lives there must feel, especially those who lost their homes in Greenville. And everyone else has been evacuated and is undoubtedly terrified of losing everything. It's awful.

The flames heavily damaged Canyondam, a hamlet with a population of about three dozen people, and also reached Chester, but crews managed to protect homes and businesses there, officials said.

The fire’s cause is under investigation. But Pacific Gas & Electric utility has said it may have been sparked when a tree fell on one of the utility’s power lines.

California is currently in its 11th driest year on record, with no relief in sight.

Meanwhile, the smoke is causing awful air here in Colorado (and obviously everywhere else you see here).

Source: Reuters / Politico / CNN

[8-bit-britt]

The skin deep episode from bunnicula except the ghost scares, bunnicula, Chester, and Harold into pieces. While rushing to pull themselves , they got the wrong body parts! How would it effect the story?

Man it's been awhile since I've seen that episode. I imagine it would probably be similar to what they faced in the Chestaroldicula episode. Having parts not of their own, it would be really disorienting for them and would probably take them a minute to figure out how to move haha.

[blacknight1230]

Halloween Treat

Jim Hopkins Imagine (Bully: Scholarship Edition)

You switch costumes with Pete, resulting in Jimmy enjoying your Halloween costume. 

Twas the night before Halloween. Your most favorite holiday spent at Bullworth Academy. The campus was decorating with glowing jack-o-lanterns, spooky ghosts and bats, and toilet paper hauntingly hanging from the tree branches. And best of all, the student body had free reign to wreak havoc this autumn night. Of course, no one was in there costumes now, a full twenty-four hours until you could do so. 

So, you were walking back to your dorms from the mess hall, when you saw a disgruntled Pete on the steps to the main school building. “Hey, Petey, what’s wrong?” you asked the small boy. “Oh, (Y/n), hey” he greeted, hurriedly getting to his feet. “Is everything okay? Is Gary picking on you again?” you questioned, worried about your friend. Pete just nervously shifted from foot to foot, not saying anything. “Petey, come on, talk to me. You’re worrying me,” you begged. “It's stupid, really. It’s not even a big deal,” Petey whined, avoiding eye contact with you. “Well, it obviously is if your this uptight about it. Come on, Pete o’boy, tell Momma (Y/n) all about your troubles. I promise I won’t laugh,” you pestered, poking the young boy repeatedly in the arm. “Ok, fine. It's about my costume,” Pete admitted, finally giving up. “Your costume?” You were confused now; how could Halloween get-up make his this miserable. “You see, I already picked out my costume for tomorrow night. I was really excited about it, but now I’m afraid to be seen in it!” Petey explained, pacing around as he stressed over the situation. “Why? Your costume can’t be that bad,” you tried to reassure Pete. “Ha-ha, well, it's not exactly something Gary or Jimmy would where that’s for sure,” he said, voice shaking. “Then what is it?” Petey sighed and glumly ushered you to follow him.

He led you over to the boys’ dorms and inside the building. You ignored the dilapidated surroundings and B.O. smell as Petey brought you to his room. It really shocked you how Bullworth treated the boys living conditions compared to the girls. Anyway, Petey brought you into his small room and closed the door, before turning to his wardrobe. He opened it up, showing you his costume hanging on the inside of wardrobe door. You didn’t say anything when you saw the bright pink, furry bunny suit. It even had a puffy tail and ears attached to it. 

Pete noticed your silence, frowning even more. “Now you see what the problem is. I can’t go out in that! I’ll be the laughing stock of the school and a prime target for the bullies!” he freaked out. “I don’t know what to say, Petey. Do you have another costume to go out in?” you questioned. “Nope. And I have to wear a costume tomorrow. Gary will notice and make fun of me for it.” You took a seat on Pete’s bed, the springs of the mattress squeaking as you put your weight on it. “Well, you’re definitely in a pickle.” “Hey, tell me about it.” 

Petey sat next to you, head in his hands. You lightly patted him on the back, “There there. You’ll get through this.” “If only I could switch my costume out with someone else,” Petey mumbled into his hands. A light bulb went off over you head, an idea popping your brain. “Petey, I think I might have an idea,” you excitedly told him. “Wha-, how?” “Just trust me, Petey. Give me your costume and I’ll have another one for you by tomorrow,” you explained. The young boy was hesitate for moment, but he eventually got up and grabbed the accursed bunny suit, handing it to you without a word. “Thanks, Petey, I swear, I won’t let you down!” YOu rushed out his room and towards the dorm hall’s exit, Petey wishing you a disgruntled good luck. Looks like I have a night of work to do, you thought. 

~ Time skip ~

It was officially Halloween. And everyone was celebrating like crazy. Pranks ensued as the prefects partied away and the teachers stayed in their lounge. You were walking the school grounds in the costume you spent all night sewing and hemming. A couple of guys ogled your form as you walked past, while the girls complimented you on the costume. You could only smirk as you sucked on a lolly-pop, making your way over to the front of the boy’s dorms. When you got there, you saw Gary, Jimmy, and Petey gathered on the steps to the dorms’ entrance dressed in their costumes. 

Garry was dressed up as a Nazi SS soldier, without the symbols and armband. I got to remember to scold him later, you thought, frowning at Garry’s choice of dress up. Meanwhile, Jimmy was dressed up as a skeleton, with black and white face paint, and Petey was dressed up in the Grim Reaper costume you gave him. It was actually the costume you planned on wearing and as it wasn’t gender specific, Petey could wear it without being worried about Gary making fun of him. But Gary being Gary was still pestering poor innocent Petey. 

“Come on, Femboy, where’s the bunny costume I got you? Don’t tell me you go rid of it,” Gary threatened. “No, Gary, I traded it with someone and they gave me this,” Petey protested, his voice muffled from behind his skeleton mask. “Don’t lie to me, Petey. You know I don’t like liars. No one would take that damn bunny costume,” Gary said while rolled his eyes. You decided it was time to make your presence known. 

“Hello boys,” you called out to them. All three of them turned to look at you, eyes widening at the sight of you. You stood before them in the tailored bunny suit, having cut off the legs and sleeves of the one piece. It was now a sleeveless, booty short one piece with a cinched waist and a lowered neckline. You accessorized the look with hot pink fishnet thigh high stockings and fingerless pink fishnet gloves that end below the elbows. To complete the look, you wore white combat boots and sexy bunny makeup. All three of the boys just stared at you, mouths wide open. Gary was the first to snap out of it, a wolf whistle coming out of his smirking mouth. “Look at you, (y/n). Say, are you going to be our little Playboy bunny for the night?” he teased. “Knock it off, Gary,” Jimmy snapped suddenly. Gary, for once, backed off. 

Instead his attention was focussed back onto his Big Prank, as he liked to call it. He forced all four of you to follow him to the side yard of Harrington House, where Chad and the other Preppies lived. It was only then did he explained his twisted little plan. “Ok, here’s the deal. We’re going to feed Chads dog a bunch of this rancid meat then wait for him to take a dump then -” Gary started, a sick smile on his face as he explained the prank formed in his evil little mind. “Man, what the hell. I’m out of here,” Petey cried in disgust, interrupting Gary. He ran away disgusted, Gary just shouting, “Whatever, Pete.” “This prank is nasty, even for you,” you sneered. “Let’s just do this, guys. I’ll explain everything later,” Gary huffed. 

You all turned to look around the corner of the archway leading into the side yard, where Chester, the aforementioned dog, was running around. But there was little problem in this ‘brilliant’ plan of Gary’s. Chad was in the yard, playing with the Staffordshire Bull Terrier via frisbee. “Shit, now what do we do,” Jimmy questioned. “What do you mean ‘what do we do’? We fight him, of course. Geez, Jimmy, are you really that much of a pea brain?” Gary snapped. Jimmy opened his mouth to retort back but you stopped him before he could. “Pipe it down, you two. Let me handle this,” you hissed. Without another word, you sauntered up to Chad, seductively swinging your hips. 

“Hey, Chad,” you greeted in a sing-song voice. “Oh, ah, hey there darling,” Chad replied once he saw you. You could already tell he was in the palm of your hand as he looked at you with love struck eyes. You were pretty sure it was because of your costume, for without it Chad and all the other boys never would have spared you a second glance. Using your sex-appeal to your advantage, you continued entrapping him in your web. “Oh, nothing. I’m just so bored and lonely tonight. Will a nice strong gentleman like you help me?” you drawled, trailing a gloved hand down Chad’s chest. Sweat started to accumulate around the prep’s hairline and he struggled with his next words. “I would love to, darling. What you wanna do?” “Oh I think I have an idea. You just have to follow me to somewhere a little more private,” you practically whispered into his ear. Chad tensed up and swallowed a lump in his throat, but he allowed you to take his hand and pulled him away from the side yard. 

You were just about lead into the space between the left side of the preppies’ dorms and the fence when Jimmy came up behind Chad hit him on the back of the head. The force of the blow caused Chad to fall to the pavement, knocked out cold. “Jimmy! What was that for?” you hissed. “I thought that was your plan. To lure him away and knock him out,” Jimmy said, a faint blush on his cheeks. Before you could figure out why the teen was blushing, Gary hurried past the both of you to Chester. “Who cares what the chick was going to do? We got what we needed,” he voiced over his shoulder as he kneeled down to the dog. “Here you go boy. Have a little trick for a treat. Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum,” he said to Chester as the staffy ate the meat. Immediately after finishing, Chester started whining as he squatted over the grass. “That’s gross!” Jimmy exclaimed as he crossed his arms in disgust. “Poor little guy,” you worried, holding your nose as the barely digested meat exited the poor pooches rear end. As soon as Chester finished with his business, Gary gathered the fecal matter into a brown paper back. 

“Score! Alright let’s go to the teacher’s lounge,” Gary ordered. The three of you ran towards the main school building, entering by one its back exits onto the main floor. Jimmy placed the bag of doggy doo in front of the door of the teacher’s lounge. As soon as he set it down, Gary lit a match and brought it close to the paper back. “Are you sure this is a good idea, Gary?” you distressed. All you could think of was possible setting the building on fire. “Don’t worry. It will be funny,” Gary threw off your worries. “Just pulled the fire alarm, Jimmy, and watch fun begin.” Jimmy did as Gary said, striding up to the nearby fire alarm on the opposite wall. He looked around before grabbed the handle and pulling it down. 

The air filled the sounds of alarms as Gary, Jimmy, and you hid around the corner. “What the hell is going on?” you heard one of the teachers shout from within the teacher’s lounge. The door opened to reveal Mr. Burton, who once he saw the paper back on fire, tried to put it out by stomping on it. He successfully put out the small fire but now the bottom of shoes where covered in disgusting, half-digested, port-a-potty smelling dog shit. Mr. Burton screamed and gagged as he tried to get the animal turds off his sneakers. You all couldn’t help but laugh as you all ran away and out the side exit, rushing away from the scene of the crime. Next thing you knew, you all were by the front of the academy’s gates, near the dorms. 

All of you struggled to breath, hands on your knees as you hunched over from both laughter and the sprinting. “That ... was the most brilliant ... and hilarious ... prank I’ve ever seen!” you complimented Gary. “Even I have to admit, that was a great prank, Gary,” Jimmy confirmed.  Gary got a wicked smile on his face, immensely enjoying being complimented on his ‘superior’ brain. “Thank you, thank you, hold your applause, please. I know you all love me,” he boasted, mock bowing to you guys. “Ok, don’t get so full of yourself,” Jimmy sassed. “Whatever, man. You two have fun jacking each other off. I’m going to steal some candy from the nerds,” Gary answered back. He ran off before you and Jimmy could yell at him. 

“Well, tonight was surprisingly fun,” you turned to Jimmy. “Looks like my first Halloween in Bullsworth is a success. It's a bummer that its ending already,” Jimmy replied. A light bulb went off over the top of your head, an idea forming in your mind. “Who said it was over? Follow me,” you announced. You sprinted towards the girl’s dorms, motioning Jimmy to follow you. You heard the sound of Jimmy’s footsteps following you as ran to the right side of the building. Quickly and efficiently, you climbed up the lattice bolted to the brick wall and up to the open window on the third floor. Once you stepped foot in the large attic space, you helped Jimmy climb in behind you. 

“Whew, you are surprisingly fast,” Jimmy huffed out, struggling to catch his breath after the sprinting and high climb. “Thanks, Jim. Come have a seat,” you acknowledged his compliment. You led Jimmy over to a small area of the attic where you had a pile of comfy pillows and blankets, a tiny tv with a built in VCR situated next to the wall. Fairy lights were struck through the rafters above it, barely lighting up the windowless area. You sat on the pile of pillows and turned on a battery operated camping lantern, finally allowing the both of you to see clearly what you were doing. As Jimmy took a seat next to you, you pulled out a bowl filled with candy. “Want some?” you offered the teen. “Where did you get these?” he questioned, grabbing a handful of assorted candy. “My parents sent me a care package of sorts. They know how much I love Halloween,” you explained, picking out a single piece of (favorite candy). “Wish my mom did something like that. She’s too busy hanging out with her 5th husband on their honeymoon to even think about me,” Jimmy complained. You could see thinking of his absent mother really upset hi, their relationship not on the best of terms. You nudged Jimmy on his costumed shoulder, trying to get him out of this little funk. “Come on, let’s pick out a movie to watch. I have a couple to choose from,” you said. Jimmy gave you a warm smile as you pulled a small pile of VCRs. 

The night continued with you and Jimmy stuffing your faces on candy and popcorn as you watched movies from within your secret chilling out spot. You were in the middle of the first movie, a classic slasher film, when Jimmy said something. “Hey, (y/n), back when you were distracting Chad, were you really going to ...” he trailed off. You pulled your eyes away from the TV screen, studying Jimmy. He was sitting on a couple of different colored pillows, leaning back on one of his outstretched arms and feet kicked out in front of him. He was refusing to look you in the eye, signaling that something was up. “What? Oh, that!” you realized what he was talking about. “No! Absolutely not! I was just trying to lead Chad away so we could get what we needed for the prank.” 

Jimmy looked relieved, the tension in his shoulders releasing as he let out a sigh. “Ok. Good. I just thought maybe you had a thing for him or something,” he explained. “Jimmy, do think I really would let anyone get with me like that?” you sassed. “Pff, well you are dress up as a more modest Playboy bunny. Any boy would fall for you dressed like that?” he replied, rolling his eyes. It seemed he was trying to change the subject. “Oh, so does that mean you like my costume, Jimmy? Has this little bunny gotten to ya?” you teased. Jimmy’s cheeks got red, as he no longer had his skull face makeup on. He started to stutter out half formed words, his tongue all twisted. You liked seeing so flustered like this. Seeing how you made him this way was kind of cute. 

Since meeting Jimmy that faithful school day you started to grow some feelings for the short stocky teen. Seeing how he stood up to bullies, student and faculty alike, and how determined he was to rise to the top in order to survive the hellhole that is Bullsworth was most likely the cause. As well as the way he was so kind to you despite not really fitting in with the cliques of the student body. Heck, you weren’t even that close to Petey and Gary before Jimmy came along. Jimmy brought out the best in you and you loyally followed him on his chaotic adventures, even if they weren’t something you could see yourself doing. 

So, your heart fluttered in your chest as you watched Jimmy struggle to find words to talk to you. “I - I actually do like your costume,” he finally admitted. Your heart soared and you tried to hide the impact his compliments had on you. “Really? What do you like about it? It’s nothing specially,” you bashfully replied. “Well, first it brings out your figure without revealing too much. It’s eye catching,” he revealed sheepishly. You could feel yourself blushing under your halloween makeup, it badly hiding your pink cheeks. “Thank you ...that means a lot coming from you,” you replied, flushed. 

A stiff awkward silence followed, both of you trying to focus on the slasher film on the tiny TV. You reached over to grab a handful of popcorn without looking, but instead of grabbing the buttery treat, you ended up grabbing Jim’s hand as he also reached for the popcorn without looking. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his warm rough hand in yours, secretly reveling in the sensation. Your eyes trailed down to your conjoined hands, up his arm, and to his face. You were meet with dazzling brown eyes staring into your own. The world seemed to stop as you gazed at Jimmy’s freckled filled face, traces of his face paint still lingering on his skin from where he failed to wipe it off. You noticed the distance between you two was slowly disappearing as subconsciously leaned into each other. “Aw, fuck it,” you heard Jimmy mumble before closing the little distance between you two. 

Jimmy’s lips met yours roughly, a little ‘Mmm!’ escaping from you. You couldn’t help but grab onto his stocky shoulders and melt into the kiss, quietly sighing as you did so. You could feel Jimmy’s hands move to grip your waist, everything feeling hot as stereotypical kissing noises filled the attic as you two moved your lips against each other. He taste like candy, you thought to yourself as a hand threaded through his short orange hair. 

You could have gone on forever connected this way, but you were both human beings who need air to survive. So you unhappily had to separate from each other, gasping for air as you did so. You trailed a hand gently down Jimmy’s freckled cheek as he looked at you with hooded eyes. You could see the longing within them, one of his hands slowly moving off of your hip, it leaving a lingering touch. “J-Jimmy ...” you stuttered out, not knowing what to say. “That was great. God, how could I not have done that sooner?” Jimmy wondered out loud. “Done it sooner?” you pondered, brain all fuzzy from the kiss. “(Y/n), I like you, a lot. And after seeing Chad’s hands all over you ... I couldn’t handle it,” Jimmy confessed. You thought you died and went straight to heaven. No way your crush was confessing to you. “So, I what I’m basically trying to say is ... will be my girlfriend?” Jimmy finally asked. 

You couldn’t stop yourself, planting a kiss right on Jimmy’s reddened lips. You felt Jimmy freeze up from the unexpected action, pulling away from the stiff boy to give him your answer. “Of course, Jimmy. I would be stupid not to,” you said, smiling from ear to ear. A similar smile broke out on Jimmy’s face, reaching out to you to pull you into another kiss. You happily let him, the smile still on your lips as were locked in a passionate embrace. Jimmy pulled you closer as you practically sat on his lap, his hands firmly holding you in his arms. “Best Halloween treat ever,” he chuckled, before proceeding to a makeout session. Best Halloween treat, indeed.