#IM FUCKING DYING ROBBIE PLEASE

[aeoris4lovers]

UNCUT! THAT IS AN UNCUT PENIS!

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Still more thoughts about Tears of the Kingdom (SPOILERS! like seriously. in this one)

I love this game

So much

I had to find a guy for a quest but was like

"Im going to check out this well first"

AND BOOM HE WAS THERE

Alao the brown breakable rock break with one hit, blue with two and black with three

Seemingly

Matches the bombs it takes to break them

Tulin, whose village is dying, watching me search for pretty clothing

"Link please my family is dying Link we have to go Link"

The frostbite set is stunning

Finally a hairdo that lets Link have long hair

I hate the Sages

Not really but my god did they make their AI absolute trash

Theyre always in the way except when you need them to solve a puzzle

And if you have more than one Avatar present good luck getting the one you need

I HATE THE WIND TEMPLE BOSS

Not as much as I hated Queen Gibdo but

Why was crossing a spider and scorpion necessary

"Brave Fledgling"  what if I cried

Tulin is so good

So is this making it canon that the time 10 000 years ago was still after every other game

I dont know the timeline is weird

But if there was both Zora and Rito at the time of Rauru

This is so confusing

Ive both heard and seen Rauru sacrifice himself multiple times now can these dead Sages give me new info

Zelda my beloved

Marry me please

Also so the only other Demon King we have ever had was Demise so is Ganondorf him or after him

WHAT IS THE TIMELINE HERE

The Sage calls Tulin "my brave fledgling"

Someone call me something so loving one day

Tulin is so excited to be a Sage

He is so happy to fight alongside Link

Hes so happy to save the world

I love him

What a boy

Boys will be boys is from now on only about Tulin

WAIT IS EVEN HE TALLER THAN LINK

Shortest Hylian

I got a third ring

Bring a gerudo bow to this boss fight if you can it makes life so much easier

I havent been to Death Mountain at all yet

Done all other Temples and fully mapped Hyrule before ever going near Gorons

The extra snow melted

TEBA GAVE TULIN THE GREAT EAGLE BOW

IM CRYING

REVALI IM SO PROUD OF OUR BOY *shakes the ghost of Revali*

PSSHHH YUNOBO LOOKS DUMB AS SHIT

I HATE HIM

Was already my least favorite in BOTW

But now he is a major asshole too

Fuck that

Bastard

Im not helping him

Im gonna go blow up his company

If this guy becomes a Sage I swear

I'll drown him in Death Mountain myself

The ember headdress is probably the best headpiece in the entire game

The Ember set is genuinely the best set

Its so pretty

Im gonna go see what these look like dyed

After that beating up Yunobo

But fashion comes first

IF YOU DYE THE EMBER HEADSET IT DYES LINKS HAIR

BLUE HAIR LINK

PINK HAIR LINK

BEST DAY EVER

THE SAME GOES FOR THE FROST OUTFIT

I love Cece

She is the only person matching my love of fashion in this game

I just realised why the evil Zelda is wearing Zonai clothes

Omg

Smart

Or maybe Im dumb

"Oh Yunobo was wearing a mask making him evil" no Yunobo is just like that

This sucks I hate everything to do with Death Mountain

Worst place

I have to use the machines AND GO TO THE DEPTHS??? NOOO

Nintendo you will be hearing from my lawyers

When I die Im going to ask Rauru wtf were the Zonai doing in the depths

No because if youre going to have a cutscene and then make a second cutscene three steps further just fucking make it one cutscene

Yunobo is a "young little rock"

Left that for now

Found Champions leathers

Found Royal Guard boots??

They were in the king's study

King's diary wasnt there so like is it canon Zelda was able to read it?

Misko was a good guy actually, hiding all these clothes for me

Me, in the depths: I wonder where this strange Sheikah tower leads

The Yiga hideout in Akkala:

The only ancient sheikah tech still working is Hateno Tech Lab travel point

I spent some time in the depths and FOUND THE ANCIENT CENTRAL MINE

Fought Kohga

GOT AUTOBUILD

Finally the shrine censor

And travel medallion? You treat me so well

Already had that prototype

ALSO GETTIN SENSOR+ IMMEDIATLY

Badass feeling

Omg Robbie's compendium database is so cute

Got all three upgrades immediatly

Fully stocked purah pad

WAIT THREE TRAVEL MEDALLIONS???

BASED

MY FAVORITE MONEY MAKER IS BACK

I like to kill the hebra great game because they drop gourmet and prime meat and cooking those and they sell for a good price

Horse and bullet time

Many coins

Zelda's memories are so sad

Been giving my friends a fashion show of my favorite clothing

I am again so gay for Sonia and Zelda

My god

ZELDA

BABYGIRL

ZELDA I FORBID THIS

ZELDA YOU YOU

ZELDA

ZELDA

NO NO NO NO NO DONT

MY DEAREST ZELDA

ZELDA

MY LOVE

I am sobbing crying screaming

Im so upset

Zelda being the light dragon is so unfair for her

She deserved happiness and freedom

Not losing her humanity and personhood

YOU CAN MAKE ELEMENTAL WHIPS

Kinky

I went into the strange thunder cloud

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

Why is it taking me into the depths

Not again

Alright Sage of Spirit

I'll make your mech suit for you

That took a while

But owl head statue

Mineru my beloved

Oh.my god this is hell

Worst part of this game so far

EASILY

DONT MAKE ME FUCKING CONTROL THIS WHEN THE CONTROLS ARE THE WORST THING EVER CONCIEVED

Im leaving this temple also undone I DONT CARE THIS FUCKING SUCKS

I hate it

Fuck this

Why do game devs come up with shitty awful bad as hell stuff to do in their games AND MAKE THAT MANDATORY

I just quit the game no lie

Fuck that

I did it and I was being dramatic, it wasnt that hard

Mineru is so goddamn gorgeous

They designed this game for me specifically

I should get back to drawing furries

Mineru holding my hand which is her brother's hand

Tears

Mineru I love her

I have not beaten Fire Temple yet

I just cant

Depths

Darkness and puzzles and fire

Also dont like Yunobo

I feel so bad for Mineru

Zelda :(

Why doesnt Link get a secret stone

RAURU WAS MINERU'S LITTLE BROTHER ::'ÖÖ

Where did Zelda's special stone come from when its a time stone and Ganon stole Sonia's time stone

Mineru I will not go get the Master Sword

Demon Ganon is hot idc

RAURU WHY WOULD YOU

Ganon: "Link. I look forward to meeting him" goes into slumber

Damn all of Rauru disintergrated but his hand

I have to find the light dragon

Eugh

The dragons dont have schedules in this apparently

Sadly

Mineru so was in love w Zelda

Everyone is putting too much weight on Link's shoulders

Fine I'll finish the fire temple

*2 hours later* I hate it here

I did scam those puzzles as much as I could

Worst puzzles

Worst boss too

Marbled gohma

Fucking awful

I nearly died about 11 times

Rip my food storages

I really need to cook more

Special stone for Yunobo booo

Little rock is adorable pet name tho

Ancestor Goron is fine af

WHY DOES NO ONE MENTION THE DIVINE BEASTS BUT YOU CAN FIND THE DIVINE BEAST HELMS AND NO ONE MENTIONS THE BEASTS

Ive heard this story four times now

Fucking hell cant we get anything new

Someone give me a 200k word fanfic where Ganon awakens but is not evil

I need Ganon Zelda Link friendship

End the cycle

Watching Brian David Gilbert and Unraveleds rn

LMAO YUNOBO'S SPECIAL STONE IS ON HIS DICK

We have established this is not a PG channel

Ok fine I like Yunobo

Daruk was better tho

Ive found most memories why cant I say anything to these people about thats not Zelda

I know Zelda is the light dragon

Running around Hyrule Castle for 'Zelda'

About to do bossfight w Ganon

Can I do a flurry rush? No

I just hit or die

Life is like that

No clever tactiques just caveman brain and trying

Evil "Zelda" is fun

Why is Ganon like one of those movie posters here

Why is he still not rehydrated

Ganon I have dick to suck hurry up

"You will not live to see another sunrise" Ganon the sun is rising rn

Woo Phantom Ganons

Fuck yeah

Lets see if I can kill them aka can I finally take on Gloom Hands (I wont)

Ganon's so arrogant

YAY MY FRIENDS ARE HERE

FUCK YEAH

I LOVE YOU ALL

MY SAGE BUDDIES

Not Lynels

Still the hardest enemy in game

Ok so if youve found Mineru and have the Master Sword already, the convo after the fake Ganon fight Purah goes "Youve already found the fifth sage? AND you have the master sword? Why didnt you say so before"

Usually youd get quests for those

It was funny

Why is the limit of horses I can have ten ::((

The Charged shirt is actually so so slutty I love it

IT GLOWS IN THUNDER STORMS

FUCK YEAH

So I finally cleared The Deku Tree's little stomach bug

And like it is so funny how easy the Gloom Hands and Phantom Ganon become when youre in late game

I was sweating about it and then it was so easy

And Im bad at combat

Ok not to brag but I killed a white lynel. First time ever. Also first time ever I killed a lynel without Urbosa's help

[readbythestarlight]

c3e1

HOLY SHIT HERE WE GO

okay idk if it’s my TV of what but something about the set loots weirdly cgi?

First Sam ad!!

So far so… normal…?

Ah there we go, that’s more like it

I hope this isn’t a trend of us not actually getting at the table ads but I do love a good Sam song

Ashley my wife I have missed you so much

Oooo I want that hoodie

I NEED THE HENRY CRABGRASS SET IMMEDIATELY

Wait okay so how long after C2 are we I need to know

HERE WE GOOOOO

Apex war okay

I’m not gonna remember any of this lore but I’m loving it

Oooooo!! FIRST CHARACTER INTROS HERE WE GO!!

I haven’t even taken in the table composition yet!! There’s so much to think about!!

Will they be siblings?

Laura: light purple hair, SOFT SOUTHERN?? shy. Human? Sorcerer!! Imogen.

Marisha: GOTH GIRL AW YES. Warlock/sorcerer. Helllll yeah. Oh very goth. Played by Helena Bonham Carter in the motion picture coming summer 2027. Laudna.

Oh good, they know each other already!

DO NOT DENY MY SWEET SOUTHERN GIRL WHAT SHE WANTS

how dare

I am so in love with Imogen’s accent.

First roll! What is our magic number gonna be?

12 it is!

"Nobody knows who is on the Taldore council—" :P

Sam and Tal?? Amazing

WHAT COLOR TAL

WHAT COLOR

Hobo… rogue? I’m betting rogue.

Taliesin: he/they EARTH GENASI IVE BEEN DYING FOR A GENASI PURPLEEEEEE I CALLED IT. Barbarian?? Ashton.

Tal once again killing cosplayers with his character design

It’s a robot holy shit

Sam: F.C.G. oh my god the robot shirt really was a hint I’m dying. A CLERIC ROBOT. A SOUTHERN. ROBOT.

Court of Miracles vibes are off the charts

I love how last campaign we had one character with a southern accent for half a campaign and now we’ve got two

Spire by Fire sounds rad

Awww therapy robot who wants to fix all the broken people awww

"I can’t taste."

FRESH CUT GRAAAAASS! :D

Robby??

Guest?? In the first ep?

Okay okay

Where is Travis I want to know who Travis is going to beeeee

It’s their?? EXU characters??

Ashley: Faunnnnn! Fearne. Druid!!

Liam: Orim. Halfling fighter.

I have some mixed feelings of having pre-established characters, just because I like the fully clean slate? Not a complaint though!

Robbie: Dorian. Bard. Air genasi heck yeah gettin’ all that genasi rep.

So is Robbieeeee like a guest or is he now part of the main cast because this feels like cast and I have some Mixed Feelings

Where is TRAVIS?

Wait wait wait aren’t Orym and Dorian dating?

Ooo please tell me this has to do with Travis

Uhhhh??

Travis? Where is? Travis?

Where?? Is Travis??

IM NOT GONNA BE SEE TRAVIS’ NEW CHARACTER BEFORE I HAVE TO GO TO BED

THERE HE IS oh thank god

oh my god I literally told my sister that I hoped he played an old man and he is IM CRYING

I love that so far the party alignment feels like it’s leaning towards chaotic stupid

"Eldritch blahst"

Traviiiiiiis!

Travis: Sir Bertrand Bell. A fighter. Highest intelligent of the group. I fucking love him.

OH MY GOD Sam and his gas can I’m wheezing

I’m calling it: Travis is a gambler in over his head who needs protection

Made it to break now I gotta go to bed but I’m so excited for this

"Motley crew" is 10000% right

Oh Ashton def has people after him xD

"Fair. *I* would know but."

Lord Estoros

Also I’m so fascinated by a character introduction also being like the first hook of the show

Mmmm they’re sus of Bertrand and tbh so am I

Leave Fresh Cut Grass alone about their name

Former Associate ooooo

Aww

Tragic Backstory right out of the gate?? Damn.

Y’all stop pestering the poor baby

Also if this is what Sam is willing to share episode one imagine how much worse is the actual backstory going to be

Oh fuck we’re getting into the "does this Unit have a Soul?" feels SAM IM NOT READY FOR THIS

Whitestone???

So Laudna right. Undead?

Ashton just being like "just go with it buddy live a little"

6 gold oh no xD

By the way I’d marry Ferne

Okay so the telepathy huh what’s that

The MOOD lighting

Okay okay what’s up with her I need to know

Strange things, huh?

Awww. Okay I like Dorian

Oh poor Dorian awww xD

Ferne is my WIFE

TWO mindreaders??

RIP to Ashton’s purse

The very clean one?? Dorian??

FCG stop you’re so sweet

Bertrand don’t get their hopes up

Travis is playing such a lying liar

I want this Lord Whoever to be a vampire and idk why

I want it

Please I’m such trash for vampires give it to me

He’s SO a vampire right?? Right??

DAMN

I wanted a vampire

Unless it’s a vampire orc

“This campaign is about silver foxes ONLY” god I hope so

God I’ve missed them

[normal-thoughts-official]

Aftermath

The MC survives Richard Sutcliffe's attempted murder.

This is what happens after.

Fandom: It Lives (Visual Novels)

Relationships: Main Character & Tom Sato & Imogen Wescott & Danni Asturias, Elliot Vance & Main Character (It Lives Beneath), Danni Asturias/Imogen Wescott, Robbie Sutcliffe/Elliot Vance (mentioned), Richard Sutcliffe & Dying

Additional Tags: Crack, Humor, Canon Compliant, Mentions of Sex, that's basically it honestly this is just crack, also yes my character is named That Bitch that is his name, i do not have the maturity to pick my character's names and be normal about it, and since this is a crackfic i thought it was fitting to keep the name i had originally picked, anyway. enjoy, no beta we die like men, honestly the whole thing with robert trying to murder the MC was so crazy, im just like, theres no way to react to this that isnt crazy

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When Robbie and Elliot get back home from their date, the first thing they see is That Bitch making fishsticks, as expected. However, the kitchen is half-destroyed and That Bitch is drenched head to toe in lake water, which is considerably less expected. Richard Sutcliffe's corpse, which had apparently spawned into their kitchen for the purposes of quick visual storytelling, was also there.

"Uh… Watcha got there, That Bitch?" Elliot asks, frozen in place.

"Fishsticks," That Bitch replies, showing him the frying pan. "They'll be ready in a minute."

Robbie stares at the body, frozen in shock. "Is that my dad?" he asks.

"Hah, more like your dead," That Bitch replies, then does a double take. "No, wait, shit. I'm sorry, Robbie. I don't know why I brought his body here. Seemed like a good idea at the time. In my defense, I didn't know you'd be joining us."

"Robbie, uh, really likes fishsticks," Elliot says, face red.

"Yeah, no, I was stupid for thinking you'd spend time apart willingly, it's on me," That Bitch replies. "Anyway, Robbie, I'm, uh, sorry."

Robbie swallows. "Did you go looking for my dad's corpse in the lake, or…?"

"What? Oh, uh, no. No offense, but I kinda had other worries in my mind."

"Right, that's what I thought."

They stare at each other.

"Sooo… Fun conversation starters for the night... Why is my dad's corpse here?"

"Right. That's because I, uh, killed him. But in my defense, he started it."

"That sounds about right," Robbie nods. "What did he do?"

"Oh, you know. Showed up while I was cooking, struck me with tranquilizers, then shoved me into a coffin and threw me in the lake. The usual."

"I thought he was dead," Elliot says, dumbfounded.

"He is now! Better late than never. No, wait. Sorry, Robbie."

"It's okay," Robbie shrugs.

"Man, grandma kinda sucks at this whole murder thing. So many NPCs showed up in the story just to die, and she couldn't even take care of Robert? I thought her vendetta was specifically against the cultists anyway," Elliot says.

"Yeah, I remember I saw her running after Robert during the whole townpocalypse, she had a marlinspike and everything. I guess he just, like, survived being stabbed by a ghost."

"Wow, lame. No, wait. Sorry, Robbie."

Robbie shrugs. "It's okay. I mean, I already assumed he was dead, so it's not, like, news or anything. Also, yeah, your grandma kinda let you down on that one."

Elliot and That Bitch look at each other for a second. "Right. You kids should go into the living room do something appropriate for your age yet couple-y. I will get his body somewhere more hygienic, and then we can, like, properly talk about this."

"Sure, sounds like a plan," Elliot says, already grabbing Robbie's hand.

As if on cue, grandpa shows up. "Hey, kids. Sorry I'm late, I lost track of time. Hope you didn't do anything fishy. Heh. Oh my god, what is that?"

"Fishsticks," all three of them reply at once.

-----

The kids go into the living room, and That Bitch and Arthur debate what to do with the body.

"Maybe we should take it to the police?"

"Right, because cops are totally trustworthy to deal with something like this, particularly in this town," That Bitch replies.

"Touché. Why didn't you just dump him into the lake? People would just assume that he died during the flood like everybody else."

"His face is smashed in by what is clearly a hammer," That Bitch replies.

"And? Cops are stupid, they wouldn't question it."

"Holy fuck, you're so right. Damn."

----

They hand the body over to the body-fishing efforts, who predictably didn't ask anything about it. As a quick goodbye, Robbie said, "rest in piss, dad," before handing over the body. It was really emotional. Elliot put his hand over Robbie's shoulder solemnly and everything.

When they're leaving, they run into Tom, who was also volunteering to help with the efforts before he had to go back to college, because apparently at no point will he ever think he's done enough for strangers he's never met in his life. "Hey, guys, what's up?", he asks.

"Hey Tom. Richard tried to kill me."

"Oh my God, did you die? No, wait. I meant, are you okay?"

That Bitch shrugs. "You should see the other guy."

"Last time one of us said that, the other guy was completely unscathed."

"Last time one of us said that, it was you."

"Unprovoked???"

"Please stop referencing the Karl Marx K-pop Stan Fight every time we talk," That Bitch sighs.

"It fuels me."

"Right. Anyway, do you know where Imogen and Danni are? I kinda figured I should tell the details to you guys in person, and all. Feels weird to announce my almost-murder via text. WikiHow had no tips on how to do that."

"Oh, I know exactly where Danni and Imogen are," Tom says. "I've seen things, That Bitch."

"Good for them, good for them."

"Yeah. We should stop by Danni's place in like, three hours or something, and see if we can give them the details. Speaking of which, why is your grandma so bad at murdering the right people?"

"This is actually the one thing I don't have an answer to."

"Hey, cut Josie some slack," grandpa says.

"She tried to kill you," Tom points out.

"Yeah, but like, mood, you know?", he replies, shrugging.

"Solid point."

----

They get to Danni's house three hours later, as agreed, and knock on the door lightly to let them know they are there, and still See Things.

"Oh my god, Tom, again???," Danni screams, throwing an embarrassing capybara plushie at him.

"I should be the one saying that!! How are you back at it already??"

"'Back'?" Danni asks, frowning.

"He thinks we stopped at some point, babe," Imogen explains, with the patience of someone talking to a toddler.

"Oh, like, for snacks?"

"No, because we'd be tired or something. Like, for a few hours."

"Damn, lame. What do you think we are, 70?"

"I think you are very naked and making no move to fix that," That Bitch intervenes.

"Oh, right! Sorry, sorry," Imogen says, startling to hustle to find her clothes in the middle of the mess of the living room.

"You come into my house, you make Imogen put clothes on," Danni grumbles, pretending that she's looking for her bra, which is right in front of her and also bright yellow.

"Sorry, it's kind of an emergency. Richard, uh, tried to kill me."

"Yeah, but did you die?"

"Danni!," Imogen says, clearly going for a scolding tone, which is completely undermined by the way she's giggling at her antics.

"What? He looks fine to me. I'm sure Richard can wait a few more hours before we start looking for him again, or whatever."

"A few more hours?" Tom asks, shocked.

"Actually, I killed Richard already," That Bitch replies.

"Well, what the fuck are you doing here then? The case is closed. We'll see you tomorrow!" Danni says, shushing them out of the room.

"Tomorrow?" Tom squeaks.

----

Tom and That Bitch stare at each other as the door locks behind them. "I need more stamina," Tom says, pouting.

"Personally, I just broke a coffin while underwater, so I think I'm good."

"Damn bro, that's crazy."

"Well, you know how Fridays are."

"True. Did you guys have your fishsticks, at least?"

"Yeah."

"Cool. So, should we play videogames, or?"

"Sounds like a plan."

And that's that. Well, at least it was quick.

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The Detective and the ManFatale, Part 4

Onward!!!! Part 4!!! The end of the ManFatale arc!!!! If you’re like “WTF is this?” you can read all of it by going to my MASTERPOST for The Detective and the Tech Guy. If you want to read this chapter on fanfiction.net, you can do that by clicking >THIS<.

Enjoy!

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He'd just had to steal a parking spot from a little old lady who was just barely able to see over her steering wheel, and he felt bad about that, he really did. But it meant he was able to catch up to Sarah fast enough to be able to see her enter the office building she'd told him about earlier.

Just like she'd said, the building was off of Melrose, in SoHo. But he didn't follow her inside. Instead, he moved behind a short palm that was planted in a courtyard off to the side, complete with benches and planters. He leaned against the trunk of it and stared at the entrance.

He was old hat at this now, after a few days of tailing that asshole Fake Cartwright. Robbie. Pfft.

Maybe tailing his girlfriend while she was working wasn't the greatest thing he'd ever done in their relationship, granted. And she would probably be so mad at him if she knew he'd gotten in his car and followed her as best he could without getting too close, knowing she was way too smart to let herself be followed as closely as he wanted to. He'd nearly lost her a few times even, but he'd gotten back on track eventually, not wanting to be directly in her line of sight because she was a damn detective and she knew what his damn car looked like.

But it scared him to death hearing her yell, the dial tone…Seeing those papers scattered over the floor as though she'd had the file in her hand when Not-Cartwright had broken in, grabbed her, and yanked her out. God, the things he'd been unable to keep himself from imagining on the way there.

And then when he saw she was safe, when he held her in his arms, having to watch her leave again to go someplace potentially dangerous, and with no cell phone, no way to contact him, or more importantly, the police. That mean Detective Casey guy. God, that guy was a jerk. But at least he'd be able to back Sarah up if she called him, if she was in danger.

So Chuck had done the only thing he could think of to make sure she was okay. He'd followed her. He did have a cellphone. And a vested interest in her safety, damn it.

And he was going to watch those doors like a hawk. If this Jerald Brown fellow wasn't the upstanding tech guru Chuck had always figured he was in spite of never meeting him face to face, Chuck would take him down himself. He'd played flag football in junior high P.E. He knew what he was about.

He waited, waited…waited some more…

Until he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. He ducked back behind the palm tree as best he could and watched as the man he now knew wasn't Robert Cartwright strolled up the sidewalk towards the building, in his off-white suit, pale pink tie, suede shoes. A chill went through Chuck as the man stopped and took his sunglasses off, peering up at the very same building Sarah had just gone into to meet the man this imposter hired her to investigate.

His phone was in his hand immediately. He didn't have a direct line to Detective John Casey, but all he had to do was press three numbers.

There was no reason why this man should know what was happening in there. There was no reason why this man should know about this building in the first place, unless…well, unless he knew. Had he followed Sarah, too? Or had he followed Brown?

How did he know?

Oh God. God, Sarah didn't have her cellphone. And now he was going up the steps. If Chuck followed him, he wouldn't be able to stop him. This man was a seasoned criminal and possibly a killer. He definitely had a weapon.

God, he was opening the door.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"

"There's a woman being attacked inside of an office. A man went in there and he's attacking her. He has a weapon." He gave the address, told the operator she needed to hurry, and he hung up again.

It killed him, absolutely destroyed him, to move away from the building. He felt like he was dying as he spun on his heel and sprinted back to his car. He was leaving her in there, alone, and he was so terrified he was on the verge of a breakdown. He was angry with himself, sick with himself, and still he got into his car, turned it on, and with only a half glance back at the building his girlfriend was currently inside of with an angry, potentially murderous conman, he sped away from her.

God, he hoped he was doing the right thing. He hoped to any deity that was listening that he was doing the right thing.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Sarah's hand twitched automatically, ready to draw and put this imposter on the ground with a hole in his chest, but before she could do anything else, there was a loud bang and the arm of her chair exploded in splinters.

She yelped and fell out of the chair onto the floor, holding her hands up, her life having just flashed before her eyes.

That had been an extremely precise shot, not meant to hurt her…a warning that he would hurt her if she gave him any sort of reason to. He'd just missed her but she had scratches on her wrist and the back of her hand from the splintered wood exploding next to her.

"Stand up, kick your gun over here, Miss Walker," he demanded coolly, the South African accent gone. His American accent sounded practiced, too, however. "And then keep your hands in the air. You move wrong and I'll shoot you between the eyes. I've got nothing to lose now. Don't think I won't shoot a pretty girl…"

Sarah stood up and carefully went into her holster, pulling her gun out, setting it on the ground and sliding it across the tile floor to the conman.

"You stand up, too, ya fat fuck," the imposter said to Brown, reaching behind him to shut the door as much as he could with how he'd broken the handle getting in.

The private investigator and ex-Pinkerton detective felt anger start to rise inside of her. Not only did this fucker take a shot at her, he was going around calling good men 'fat fucks' too? She clenched her jaw, unable to help herself.

"You think you're a big boy now that you have that gun pointed at us," she said, keeping her hands up. But God she could feel that knife at her hip, and the ones strapped to her thigh and her fingers itched for them. But the only safe thing to do was to throw verbal barbs at him, so she kept going. "You can insult Mr. Brown when you've got a gun trained on 'im, but I bet just a few days ago, you were kissing his ass, weren't you?"

"Who the hell do you think you are, bitch?" She narrowed her eyes dangerously. "Sarah Walker, private investigator. Without those legs, you'd be working at an Abercrombie & Fitch spraying perfume at teenagers."

She inwardly smirked. He might be a dangerous conman, and a smart enough criminal to have gotten away with his ruse for this long, but he hadn't done his homework apparently. He had no idea she'd been a Pinkerton detective. He had no idea whom he was dealing with.

"You picked the wrong P.I. to hire, Cartwright," Brown said, his voice a little shaky as he stood behind her, still at his wife's desk. "She's not just good at her job, she has a moral compass, and a nose for sniffing out criminal lowlifes."

"I did all right, didn't I? Who's standing here with the gun?"

"What are you gonna do?" Brown asked, seeming to gain a bit more confidence now. "Kill us?"

"Yes, actually. I am. Nobody knows we're here." That was true, Sarah thought miserably. Chuck only knew that she'd gone to an office building in SoHo off of Melrose. There were a handful of them. And he'd have no way of knowing if something bad was happening to her. God, she wished so hard for his paranoia, his idiotic jealous paranoia, that worried crease he'd had between his eyebrows…Please, Chuck… Maybe she could telepathically project terror at him and he'd feel something. They were close enough, emotionally bonded, weren't they? She'd never been so connected to anyone else in her entire life. Wasn't that how that weird crap worked?

Please, please, please, Chuck…

"What did you do with Cartwright?" she asked. If she could just get him talking, she could stall whatever it was he meant to do with them.

"I didn't touch the rat bastard. It wasn't me," he groused. "Wish it had been. He was a lousy piece of shit by all accounts, swimming in his money, an asshole to everyone, greedy."

"So he is dead, then. Who did it if it wasn't you?"

"He's dead. There was a storm, destroyed his boat probably. Found some wreckage where I was in Point d'Esny. Also found his body. Nobody else was on the beach so I took everything I could carry, took his body out onto the water, and dropped it with a bag of sand. Got rid of his boat altogether. Wasn't until a few days later I found out he was a Cape Town big shot. But he was a recluse, too. Nobody ever really saw him much at all. Perfect opportunity for me." He shrugged, and Sarah watched for any opportunity she might have to catch him off guard, but this obviously wasn't the first time he'd held a gun on someone. And she was sure this wouldn't be the first time he'd killed either…if it turned out he got that far.

And oh God, what would she do if he started shooting to kill?

"How did you even pull this off?" Brown asked.

"Easy. When the guy was alive and had less dead-bloat than he had when I found 'im, we looked pretty similar I guess. His IDs all worked long enough for me to forge new ones. Nobody asked any questions when Robert Cartwright showed up in Los Angeles for business. The checks all worked, the bank tellers all let me walk right in, the credit cards worked. I've made a fortune off of this guy, all because he was a shitty sailor."

He kissed the tips of his fingers.

"You're deplorable," Sarah said.

"Mmhmm. Deplorable enough to kill you two so I can get away with it all."

Brown cursed. "You aren't getting away with a damn thing!"

"I am. I've already destroyed any records that I was ever here. I've sold most of his African possessions, withdrawn every last cent I could from the banks. After I'm gone, they'll probably file a missing persons report." He chuckled and grinned a now twisted version of Alain Delon's smile. She wished she could apologize to the French actor for ever thinking he was similar.

This asshole wished…

ManFatale, Chuck had called him near the beginning of this damn job. She'd made fun of him then, but now she saw just how right he was. There was a good chance she was dying here today, in this office with the knitted pillows. Underestimating this bastard was her downfall.

"You don't think they'll dog your steps no matter where you go?" she asked then, starting to let anger overtake her fear. She liked anger better. It was better than giving in to despair, despair that she'd seen Chuck for the last time not an hour ago, climbing into his fuel-efficient car, after trying to make her take his phone. Maybe if she'd taken it, she could've secretly hit the emergency button on it.

What was he going to do?

What would he do if she died here today?

Oh, God…

No. Anger. Anger was better.

"I've covered my tracks."

"You haven't covered shit. The FBI, the CIA, the NSA, they've all got guys who find pieces of shit like you every single day. You aren't getting away it with no matter what you do to us," she hissed through her teeth.

The imposter angled his gun down suddenly and shot, sending a bullet clattering into the ground at her feet. She screamed and clasped her hands to her mouth, jumping away. He raised the gun and shot again, hitting the desk right next to her hip and she fell to the side, onto the floor. Brown knelt down behind her, a protective move, but this time the bullet that came from the imposter's gun was true.

Brown hit the tile hard, a hole in his shoulder as he cried out in pain.

Holy shit!

Now there was fear inside of her. Abject fear as she acted fast, grabbing Brown's hand and making him press it against his wound. "Just hold it…press down, you'll be okay…"

"Get up," the imposter growled at her, stepping closer. She ignored him as she tried to help the injured man. "I said get up!" he yelled this time, grabbing her by her hair and yanking her to her feet.

She heard sirens in the distance and she knew as his eyes darted to the side in momentary worry that this was her one and only chance to get herself and Jerald Brown out of here alive.

Sarah Walker, P.I. struck fast. She swung her left arm around, clamped her fingers around his wrist and pushed the gun away from her temple where he'd been holding it. He pulled the trigger, breaking the window behind her, and the sound of it startled him enough that she was able to bring her knee up and back and slam her heel right between his legs.

He yelled in pain as she snapped the arm that had the gun down across her knee, hearing the crack of his bone breaking and the clatter of the gun hitting the floor. She kicked it away as he fell hard onto his back and she crawled onto him, slamming her fist down into his face, over and over and over and over again until he put his non-injured arm up and begged her to stop.

Just then the door burst right off of its hinges, police officers racing inside.

"GET ON THE GROUND!" an LAPD officer barked, and in spite of the fact that he might not be talking to her, she crawled down onto her knees and put her hands behind her head. She didn't know who or what had brought the police here but she wasn't about to be shot for trying to explain right away when they were attempting to take control of the situation.

Once the yelling stopped and the police had clambered over to Brown who was still conscious but whimpering, an officer grabbed her by her arm and hoisted her up. "My name is Sarah Walker, private investigator. That man broke in while I was in a meeting with Mr. Brown and held a gun on us. He shot him. Tried to…tried to shoot me, too." She was breathless, and she realized that in spite of being in scenarios with guns, bombs, and other terrifying situations, this had been one of the closest shaves she'd had.

And she had a lot more to lose this time.

She had to press her lips together and blink a few times to keep the rush of terrified tears at bay.

"All right, miss. Just come over here and sit in this chair. Your name again…?"

"Sarah Walker," she murmured, trying to take deep breaths. "I own Walker Investigative Enterprises. I've-I've got a P.I. license."

The two officers exchanged flat looks. "A P.I., huh?"

This had been too traumatic for her to find the willpower to give them dirty looks for that.

"Get an ambulance here, we've got two men in need of medical attention," one of the cops said into their walky-talky. "One gunshot wound. Another with abrasions to the face, broken arm."

Sarah thought about how badly she wished she could've given him more abrasions to the face, and she thought maybe she was starting to feel more like herself now that the danger had abated. Though her ear was ringing bad from that gun going off so close to it.

"You're Sarah Walker, that's Jerald Brown…and who is this guy?" The cop gestured to Fake Cartwright.

Paramedics rushed in then, tending to Brown first and getting him lifted onto a gurney.

"A criminal," Sarah said. "If you look up Robert Cartwright, you'd find this man's picture. But he-he isn't Robert Cartwright."

"Huh?"

She explained the situation to them for the next three minutes, accepting the strong coffee one of them gave her, and the blanket the other one wrapped around her shoulders. She didn't know when she'd begun to shiver. And it wasn't from the cold.

As she realized she was just barely keeping from slipping into shock, suddenly there was a shuffling of people at the door and Detective John Casey was there, his hulking figure taking up the entire doorway practically. "Whatever she said about him, it's true," he said, pointing over her shoulder. "Cartwright's an imposter." He pulled his badge out as he walked into the room and flashed it at the officers. "I'll handle the questioning from here, officers."

They both nodded and moved away.

And that was when she looked up to see Chuck step out from behind the detective, his eyes finding her immediately.

"Sarah…"

"Chuck!"

She left the coffee and the blanket behind, surging to her feet just in time for his body to crash into hers, his arms so strong as they folded her up against him, so warm and safe and everything she'd needed the moment this had all ended.

Sarah felt her boyfriend's lips against her hair, and then her temple, and her cheek, and he just held her so tight. She didn't ever want to let go. Ever.

And she heard him curse, his hand coming up to brush over her hair. "Are you okay?" he asked finally. "Did he hurt you? I'll kill him."

"Maybe not the smartest thing to say in front of the LAPD, idiot," Casey grumbled from where he was standing over Chuck's shoulder.

She ignored him, though, burying her face in Chuck's neck and letting herself cry just a little. She'd been so scared she'd never see him again. So scared she'd never feel this. Or eat one of his waffles he made that were never thick enough or cooked as much as she wanted them to be because he didn't put enough batter in, and didn't leave it in the iron long enough. Because he was too impatient, like a little boy.

"I'm okay," she gasped out, trying to hold back still and not doing a great job of it. "I'm okay. I love you."

"I love you, too," he said immediately, holding her even tighter, pressing his lips against her temple and keeping them there.

She finally pulled back, letting him cup her face and kiss her properly, and then he kissed the remnants of the few tears she'd shed away. "What—How?" she asked.

"I…" He winced. "I was worried. Super, super worried. I had this weird feeling in my gut letting you drive off to this meeting with no cell phone or anything. So I…gah, I followed you. I know you—you probably…" He huffed at her impatient look. "You're right. Let's table that. I was waiting outside, 'cause I'm your man and I wanted to have your back in case things got cray. But then while I was waiting, I saw that fake-ass mother fucker walk up with his cheesy as hell B-List sunglasses and that shit-eating smirk, and I knew right away that you were in trouble." A smile began to grow on her face as she watched him start to get riled up now as he told his story. "I was going to run after him and strangle him or roundhouse kick him in the jaw or somethin' but then I figured I'd most likely get shot and you'd never forgive me if that happened. So I called 9-1-1 instead and got in my car to come find Cas—Casey—Detective Casey." He cleared his throat at the glare the older man sent him.

"You're insane," she breathed, swallowing another sob and throwing her arms around his neck, letting him lift her enough that her feet were dangling a few inches off the floor, and they stayed like that for long enough that Casey finally cleared his throat.

Chuck set her down and she resisted the urge to kiss him again, longing in her gaze as she peered up at him for a moment…And then she turned to John Casey and nodded.

"Yeah, well…S'a miracle we even got here when we did what with this moron driving like a fuckin' grandma."

"What?!" Chuck spun on his heels to face the LAPD detective. "That's not even true! I was going fast! Things were whizzing past my window!" He let go of her arm with one hand and mimicked swishing his hand back and forth past his head manically.

"Right. Sure. Walker, I'm gonna need you at the station. Your secretary here only gave me the highlights. He can't talk and drive at the same time." Casey turned and headed for the door.

"Are you serious right now?" Chuck asked, his pitch getting a bit higher. "Secretary? How many times do I—?" They both began to follow after him then, Sarah's fist twisted in Chuck's sleeve, pulling him along. "Oh. He's messing with me, isn't he?"

She heard the amused grunt from the cop as he pressed the button to call the elevator, and she saw the small smirk on his face. It made her feel so glad to be alive.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

It had only taken twenty minutes for Detective Casey to eject Chuck from the room where he'd taken them for questioning. She'd had to watch as he interrupted one final time—"Sarah, tell him about…"—then Casey's patience, which had been wearing thin already no doubt, snapped. He stood up, grabbed Chuck by his arm, and escorted him out of the room, shutting the door in his face.

She'd had to smirk inwardly at the cute, offended sounds of confusion that her boyfriend made until he was locked out on the other side of the door where he could no longer interrupt.

Casey'd finally sat down across from her again, and she'd told him every last detail she could, even letting him have the files she'd kept in her briefcase that she'd had during the meeting with Brown, in case he'd needed convincing.

"So what made you so sure of Jerald Brown that you ended up focusing most of your efforts on investigating your client, rather than investigating the guy he was paying you to investigate?" Casey asked, forty-five minutes into their meeting.

"Part of it was the fact that I spent three days tailing him, going through his background, his financial records, combing through his personal life, and I'd found absolutely nothing to make me think he was anything other than a good businessman, and a good man in general. Not that he was without faults, but none of it was illegal or reprehensible. No illicit affairs, no fraud, nothing untoward." She shrugged.

"And the other part?"

"Chuck insisted he was a commendable man."

Casey scoffed. "You took him at his word?"

"I always do," she said, holding her chin high. "He knows who is who in his own industry, and he's a commendable man himself."

"Don't get defensive, Walker."

"I did my homework. And on the other side, I had this guy who, for all intents and purposes, was very smooth, seemed to know just what to say to every question or comment I had during our meetings, and…this was the key…the more time I spent in these meetings with who I thought was Robert Cartwright, the more I got the feeling he wanted me to find something wrong."

Casey grunted, thunking a pen against his chin a few times, thoughtfully. Then he narrowed his eyes. "I get where you're going. Instead of wanting you to just check and make sure this potential future business associate was on the level, and being relieved when you kept coming back with confirmation that he was, Cartwright seemed like he was digging for some dirt on him instead."

"Exactly. It was sneaky. And it made me super suspicious."

"Hmng," Casey tossed the pen on the table and pushed his chair back. "Don't blame ya. That was pretty good work, Detective. Don't take this the wrong way," he started, which was always a stellar way for another person to start a statement, she thought wryly, "but I'm curious as to why ya didn't just take the money and let this lie."

Sarah crossed her arms and stood up from her chair, nibbling on her bottom lip. "I'm not that kind of P.I., Detective Casey. I want to make a living off of this P.I. business I'm building, but not at the expense of innocent people, and not to aid and abet criminals. I'm operating on the right side of the law."

"So no adultery cases, huh?" He grinned a bit lecherously and she glared at him.

"If someone comes in offering me the right amount of money to try to catch their partner with someone else, depending on the person and the case, I might accept. But what business is that of yours?"

"It ain't. Lighten up. Yeesh." He held his hands up defensively, one of the gestures that infuriated her the most when men did it at her.

"Is that all you need from me?"

"Yeah. But make sure to stick around for a week or so while we work on this case. We may need the FBI in on this if he's committed crimes like this before, and they'll be bringing the South African and Cape Town authorities in, I'm sure."

"I will," she said, getting up and walking towards the door. "Oh. Here." She came back and set all of the work she'd done down on his desk. "I'm sure you folks'll need this." He deserved the snarky smirk she sent him, and the look on his face told him he probably knew he deserved it, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud ever in a million years.

"Thanks. And uh…make sure you take care of that hand. Don't think I didn't see you trying to hide the scratches. Was that his face that gave you those?"

She looked down at the scratches on the back of her hand, and now on her knuckles from his face, just as Casey surmised. "Yes and no. His face, but also, he shot at the arm of the chair where I'd just been and the wood sort of exploded and caught me."

Casey winced. "You gonna be okay?"

"I'll be fine. Just a little home first aid is required. Nothing deep."

"Good." There was silence between them then as she nodded and went for the door. "Walker."

She stopped and looked at him over her shoulder, her hand on the doorknob. "Yeah?"

"We've got officers watchin' him now where he was admitted to the hospital, and when they've set that arm and gotten his face fixed up," she noticed a particular thread of pleasure in his smirk at that, "they're takin' him to his own cell here where I'll question him personally while we wait for FBI to send someone. That is to say…you did some damn fine work."

She smiled. "Thanks. Oh. Did Jerald Brown…?"

"He's gonna be fine. I'll email you where they took 'im if you want to visit tomorrow. He'll be kept at the hospital for a few days."

"Good. And yes. Please do. Thanks."

He nodded and she stepped out of the room, finding Chuck sitting a bit dejectedly in what she thought might be a perp chair at the end of someone's desk. Thankfully, whoever's desk it was seemed to be gone for the day.

She gestured for him to followed her with a flick of her head and a smile when he lifted his chin from his chest and met her eyes.

And she clung to him as best she could while still being able to walk to the elevator.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

She was quiet the whole ride back to her apartment, curled up in his passenger seat, having kicked her heels off and pulled her legs against her chest, her forehead leaning against the window as she gazed out on the late afternoon street.

And the sun had finally set, the sky still light out but darkening by the time he pulled into a parking spot in her apartment complex. They'd left her car in free street parking where she'd left it before her meeting with Brown a few hours earlier and they'd get it later, tomorrow most likely. She hadn't seemed as worried about it as she was about finally going home, so he'd promptly driven her from the police station to her place with no stops in between.

Now they sat in the comfortable warmth of his car, the engine off, silence permeating…

Until Sarah turned to look at him, smiling softly, and then she reached out and took his hand, not looking away for even a moment as she breathed a quiet, "Will you stay with me?"

He felt everything inside of him crumbling and never in his entire life had he ever wanted to protect anything or anyone as much as he wanted to protect Sarah Walker. Not trusting his voice, still shaken up from what had nearly happened, he nodded vigorously instead, and she smiled a bit harder.

They got out and headed up to her apartment, his arm around her shoulders the whole way, and he used his key to let them in, turning on the lights for her as she tossed her purse onto the entryway table and kicked off her heels again, shrugging her jacket off.

It was then that he saw her hand. There were bloody marks on the back of it, cuts on her wrist, and red welts with dried blood and most likely bruising underneath on her knuckles.

Nothing else mattered as he made a beeline for her and gently picked up her arm, cradling her hand and wrist in his comforting grip. "Sarah…"

"I know, I know…but it's fine. I've had worse."

"You've let this go for hours."

"I've had worse, Chuck. It's okay. I'll just ice it—"

He shook his head vehemently and pulled her through her apartment to the bathroom. "You have first aid?"

"You know where it is from where you burned yourself on the coffee pot."

"Oh…oh yeah. Um…remind me, though."

Seeing blood on her hand, her own blood, knowing she'd been hurt, knowing she could have been worse than hurt, was starting to catch up to him suddenly. And he was trying so hard not to let her see. He didn't want her thinking he was going to be a basket case about her chosen profession. That every little cut she got made him crazy and sick with worry. But this had felt like a big deal. A really big deal. And he had no idea what would've happened if the police hadn't shown up, if he hadn't called them.

"Hey," she breathed suddenly, and he cursed himself a little, knowing he'd let it all show on his face anyway. "Hey, look at me." She cupped his face and forced his gaze to hers. Her blue eyes reassured him immediately and he had to resist the urge to melt into her, hold onto her for dear life. "Chuck, are you spiraling because of this?" she asked, presenting her injured hand to him.

He nodded, putting his hands on her hips to keep himself steady.

Her good hand stroked his jaw and his eyelids fluttered. "Please don't. I'm okay."

"Help me maybe not spiral by telling me where that first aid kit is and I can clean you up a bit."

"It's right here, in the cupboard under this drawer." She shifted to bump her hip against the drawer she was talking about. "But…before you do that, would you mind if I took a shower?"

He shook his head and leaned in to kiss her on the forehead, a slow, long kiss. He understood the request at a deeper level, but he wouldn't say it out loud. She needed some time alone after everything. She'd almost been killed, watched Brown get shot right in front of her, and had cops swarming her, and finally the questioning at the station and being trapped in the car with him as he drove her home.

"Thank you. It-It'll be a quick one." She slid past him, dragging her fingertips over his abdomen as she went to the shower and turned on the water.

"Take your time, baby. I'll have a martini ready for you when you're done." On second thought, as she gingerly started to unbutton her blouse, he waited for her to realize he was still there and turn to meet his gaze before he said it again. "Take your time."

Understanding dawned on her features and her shoulders drooped a bit. He thought her chin might have quivered and he just turned on his heel and left before he was tempted to gather her up in his arms and hold her some more. She needed to be alone for a bit, though, so he went into her kitchen and started preparing a few martinis, two to start with, one for each of them. He didn't know how many of these she was going to need, but he'd make her as many as she asked for.

And he waited, enjoying the texts Ellie had sent him throughout all of this, the one about Clara pushing herself up to sit for a few seconds before falling again. The look she gave her mom like she didn't know if she should cry or not. It warmed him from the inside out. And he'd been so cold before. Unable to get rid of that terrifying sensation he'd had when he'd screeched to a halt next to the office building, seeing the police cars haphazardly parked, lights still blinking, the ambulance there, someone being wheeled into it…

He'd seen it was Brown, that he'd been shot, and he tried to tear into the building, only to have Casey and two other officers have to grab onto him and nearly take him down to the ground. When they got him to stop, Casey barked, "He's with me", and he yanked on Chuck's tie, pointing in his face with a "Slow down, kid".

That was all it took for him to gain control, afraid this detective might knock him out altogether if he didn't take a breath. And he let Casey take point, shaken to his core until the moment he stepped into the room and saw his very own detective sitting there, alive, no bullet holes in her like the man downstairs'd had.

He felt a chill go through him as he stood there peering out into the courtyard of Sarah's building, watching an older woman take down a few shirts she'd hung on a clothesline and toss them into a basket. Her tabby cat made a figure-8 around her legs in the meantime, finally following her inside as she hobbled up the steps and into the building.

Chuck let himself get lost in everything for a few minutes, going through all of the worst scenarios that thankfully hadn't happened. Sarah was alive and well, currently in the shower, washing off the remnants of her harrowing ordeal.

He'd heard everything that had happened to her in Mrs. Brown's office while she told the grumpy detective—before said grump kicked him out. He supposed he couldn't blame the guy for it, though, because he'd caught himself interrupting too often. No matter how many times he apologized, he never learned, and his punishment was sitting out by himself for the remainder of the conversation.

But Sarah had been shot at multiple times, and every time Not-Cartwright had purposely missed her, his intent being to scare her. That made Chuck Bartowski angry. There was an extra level of pathology to lord your power over someone in that way, terrifying them before you kill them, making them suffer… It made him feel so disgusted, and then he thought Sarah must have come into contact with psychopaths like this guy before in her line of work.

She was an incredible bad ass, the coolest, strongest person he'd ever met. And he was sure no matter how often she'd come face to face with these crazy assholes, it didn't make being shot at any easier to handle, especially when it was so cruelly done to terrorize her. By the shakiness in her voice when she'd told them about him shooting her chair and then at her feet, and finally at the desk next to her hip, before sinking a bullet into Mr. Brown, the man she'd been attempting to protect, Chuck could tell it had gotten to her. Genuinely.

Maybe he shouldn't announce it in front of the LAPD, but deep inside, Chuck wasn't sure he'd be able to hold himself back from murdering that guy if he'd had a crack at him when he first got into that room and saw Sarah there, her face so pale, the blanket around her shoulders, the bun she'd had in her hair when he'd seen her last half pulled out… He'd discovered later that the man had grabbed her by her hair and yanked her up to her feet by it.

Chuck thought he'd like to do the same to him, but instead he'd pull his spine right out with one hard yank. Mortal Kombat style.

"Thought I'd bring the first aid kit with me because I already know you'll refuse to take no for an answer."

He spun on his heel, letting the curtain fall back into place and cover the window to see Sarah had wandered in, her step light like a cat's so that he hadn't heard her come in. Granted he might've also been a bit distracted.

But then she set the first aid kit on the table and frowned deeply. "What's wrong?"

"Huh? Wrong?"

"You turned around and looked like a rabidly angry gorilla or something for a second."

He just shook his head and sniffed in amusement. "It's nothing."

"Chuck…"

"I was thinking about what he did to you, and maybe imagining myself doing one of the Mortal Kombat fatality moves on him. That's all." He stuffed his hands in his pockets and shrugged, slowly wandering over.

She widened her eyes. "I don't know what those moves entail but you said the word fatality, so that sounds a little serious, buddy."

At least that shower had made it so she seemed a little more like herself. Less shaken, more settled. The almost-unnoticeable shiver she'd had before was gone.

"It is. I have to be honest with you, Sarah. Part of me is angry with myself that I didn't just follow him and body tackle him into the ground then and there."

Her eyes flashed, concern and even a bit of frustration in her face. And then she put her hand on his chest, her fingers curling against his shirt as she shook her head. "Chuck, don't say that. Please never do something like that. He had a gun. He would've killed you."

He clenched his jaw and looked away.

"I-I'm not trying to make it seem like you're weak or incapable, baby. I'm really not. Just—Listen to me. I'm trained in combat, I have extensive training and years of experience using guns. I had a gun with me, as well as the knives I always have strapped to me. Hey, look at me. Please." She put her good hand on the side of his face and pulled his eyes back to hers. "I was nearly powerless in there. He had me, Chuck. If he hadn't slipped, let his guard down for that one second…" Her voice drifted off. "My point is that someone trained, like me, could have easily died doing whatever it is you might've done in that moment instead of what you ended up doing." She stroked her hand through his curls. "Which was the right thing."

"I know." He gently slid his hand around her waist and pulled her a little closer. "It just felt…terrible. Watching him go in there, knowing you were about to have him burst in on you. And knowing now what he ended up doing, that you were hurt and Brown was shot. What if I could've stopped all of it?"

"What if you couldn't have but you tried anyway and ended up being shot yourself?" Her eyes searched his. He couldn't come up with an answer to that. "What would I do, then? What would I even do if you were shot, Chuck? I can't even begin to think…" She let out a harsh breath, shaking her head. And he held her tighter.

"I ran away from you. I left you behind."

"You saved my life," she said in a much steadier voice, her features hard, willing him to understand. "What you ended up doing wasn't just the right thing, Chuck, it was incredibly brave."

He winced a little. "It didn't feel very brave."

"You could've let your worry for me, your fear, overtake you and you could've run after him, tried to stop him, and ended up getting all of us killed…but instead you called the police, knowing that they'd have more of a chance of stopping him than you ever would. And you went to get Casey involved, which…" She paused. "Why did you get Casey?" She blinked, her brow furrowed as though the question had just struck her at that moment.

Chuck swallowed thickly. "I was afraid they'd believe the wrong person unless you had someone they trusted vouching for you. And I knew Casey would be the perfect person to be there for that."

She beamed at him so suddenly that his heart felt like an insane amount of weight had been taken off of it. And then she hugged him tightly, and he hugged her back similarly. "You're brave and brilliant, Chuck Bartowski."

He felt so much pride in that moment, hearing how proud she was of him, how grateful she was, how impressed she was, in her voice, feeling it in the way she squeezed him, kissed his cheek.

"And you're a bad ass and the best, Sarah Walker. So I guess we make a good pair. Maybe I can be your assistant."

"No," she giggled, kissing his cheek again and then pulling back. "I will let you take care of me, though."

"Oh, gladly," he said with as much warmth as he was capable of, and then he gently pushed her to sit in the chair at the table and went to grab a bowl, putting some warm water and soap in it, then wandering back with that and a cloth in hand.

He scooted close to her and let her drape her hand over the bowl as he silently cleaned the cuts that didn't look so bad now that she'd showered. She only winced a little at the cuts on her wrist when he was gently rubbing ointment over them, and then he wrapped a light bandage around all of it.

"I look like the bride of Frankenstein's monster," she said with a giggle once he finished.

"She wishes," Chuck answered, watching as Sarah turned her arm a bit to look at his work. "What?" he asked when she gave him a quiet, searching look.

"You did a pretty good job here, actually."

That made him smile. "Listen, I grew up with a big sister who's wanted to be a doctor ever since she found out what a doctor was. Do you know how often I got wrapped up in bandages through all the years I spent under the same roof as her?"

She laughed. "Was it often?"

"Often enough." He chuckled. "She got better at it when she was actually in med school and I guess I picked up some things, little tricks of the trade. Don't ask me to stitch a wound shut, though, because I will faint."

Sarah snorted. "That's cute."

"Is it?" he drawled dubiously. He got up then and straightened his back, feeling a few pops, then put the bowl away, the bandages and the first aid kit, and when he came back out, Sarah had finished her martini.

She held the glass up towards him and pouted a little.

"Another?" he asked, receiving a smile in return. He chuckled and took her glass, leaning down to kiss her forehead, then went back to the kitchen to make her another. "Hey, you want a flavor in it this time? Maybe some lime? I saw a lime in your fridge."

Sarah was standing next to him suddenly—those cat-like silent feet of hers—and he nearly jumped. "Sorry. Didn't mean to sneak." He shrugged at her wince. "You just…You've never put flavors in a martini for me before. It's always just been a traditional, perfectly dry martini. What's gotten into my Chuck?"

"If you want me to make it like I always do, I can." He shrugged again. She was looking at him steadily, that look of hers that saw right through him. And he sighed. "It has nothing to do with the martini, but-but I guess today sort of put into perspective for me that you're not…"

"What?"

"Immortal. Indestructible." His throat was dry then and he looked away, swallowing.

"Did you…think I was? Like some kind of comic book character?"

"No. Of course not." He sniffed in amusement. "But what you do is dangerous and it's something I'm going to have to come to terms with. I hadn't before this because I guess I…haven't had to yet. But I have to now."

"Chuck, I'm okay."

"I know you are. So am I. We're okay. And that's not something that's gonna change, no matter how many ManFatales try to take you away from me."

Sarah smirked at that and gave him a side-eye. "No fucking way anybody is taking me away from you. And vice versa," she added, pointing at him a bit threateningly.

"I didn't just mean romantically." He chuckled. "I meant…uh…you know."

"Oh." She sobered significantly. "That, too. And yeah…maybe this time we can try some lime in the martini. I have some pineapple slices, too. Maybe some of the juice…?"

"Splendid idea," he said, giving her a warm smile. And they stood side by side as he prepared more martinis for them to enjoy.

They eventually found their way to Sarah's bed, stretching themselves out over it and leaning back against her headboard. She'd since fallen asleep, her harrowing ordeal earlier on in the day knocking her out soon after she curled herself up on his chest.

He just held onto her, looking down into her face. She looked younger when she was asleep, so at peace, without any worries to speak of. But then his eyes latched onto her wrapped hand and wrist that was slung over his chest and he frowned.

She was a private investigator. And as awesome as it was, as hot as it was that he was dating someone so damn cool, he couldn't let himself forget how serious it was, too. How serious it could be. He'd never want her to give up what she wanted to do, who she wanted to be, so that he had better peace of mind when she went to work, the way the boyfriend of an accountant might. His girlfriend wasn't going to stop being a private investigator, whether he was awful enough to want her to or not.

And so…Chuck Bartowski was determined instead to support her. To be here on the hard days like today. To protect her when she needed him to. To bandage her cuts, hold her, make her martinis, and let her fall asleep in his arms.

Because being with Sarah Walker, P.I. was so much better than being with some accountant who sat in an office all day. The worry, the nerves, the adrenaline, and even the fear, were all worth it because she was worth anything and everything.

This was her, he realized, looking down into her face.

These cases with genuinely bad dudes wanting to do her harm because she was good at her job, because she was working to take them down, were all part of what made her…her. The danger, the chase, the high stakes…that was all part of her.

He loved her.

That included everything that made her who she was. That included this. And those moments of fear, the danger…

No matter what this career of hers brought them, this wouldn't ever change. He was ready for the bumps and bruises he'd get in the meantime himself. He was ready for the hurdles and hardships ahead. He thought he was ready for just about anything.

Because this was their life now.

And he wouldn't trade it for the whole universe.

[therunawaystudent]

It’s chaos, plain and simple. (private)

I wake up to my phone going off. Squinting against the light, I have a bunch of texts from Sam @chickskickasstoo, my mother, Demetri @helloimanecromancer, and Aisha @lovemissrobinson.  Eli has sent me more than anyone.

Message from: Hawkman (Eli) (sent at 10:25pm): Hey man why arent you at school today? Everyone’s been asking me about you and if we did it I told them no, of course. Demetri doesn't belive me go figure.

Message from: Hawkman (Eli) (sent at 1:05pm): Sam is wondering where tf her boyfriend isssss

Message from: Hawkman (Eli) (sent at 2:06pm: Im worried. I called your house (sorry) and your mom said you were at Keene's place, Why are you there?? Aisha thinks we're both idiots. I had to tell her what happened she wouldn't stop bugging me.

Message from: Hawkman (Eli) (sent at 2:47pm): Is your nose okay??

Message from: Hawkman (Eli) (sent at 3:38pm): HELLLOOOO

Message from Hawkman (Eli) (sent at 4:55pm): u ded or what

Somewhat reluctantly, I message him back.

Message to: Hawkman (Eli) (sent at 4:59pm): I'm fine. I'm hiding out.

Message from: Hawkman (Eli): Holy shit you're alive. Wtf you hiding out for?

Message to: Hawkman (Eli): We're kinda in trouble here! Wtf kinda question is that.

I can only guess either Robby or Ali called my mother up and told her. Unless she's actually psychic and not just joking all those times. I tap away, trying to answer his billion questions.

Seriously Miguel just go home

Noooope.

Dude its mailbox! We didn't blow up someone's house or anything. Nobody knows for sure we did it though The only reason people are suspecting is cause you're not here and Im so goddamn bad at lying. I swear our homeroom teacher knew what was up. SOMEHOW.

Oh for fucks sakes Eli.

Gooooo hoooooomeeeee wtf you gonna do, run away forever??

Let me hide.

This is stupid Miguel!

You're being a pussy!

No I'm ducking not Fucking***

Can you at least tell me where you are! I can bring you stuff. You need food, money? A passport and new identity? lol.

I can't say, alright. I'm safe, don't worry about me. soooo funny, jajaja.

Yeah, it is funny cause you're taking this wayyyyy too serious!

I sit here, typing away back and forth for fifteen minutes until my phone gets to 10%. This thing is gonna die and I don't think sensei would have a charger for his brick phone laying around anywhere.

Message to: Hawkman (Eli): Listen man, I gotta go phone is dying, I'll be fine so dont worry about me, okay? Just don’t tell anyone I was messaging you. PLEASE

Message from: Hawkman (Eli): Okay, I wont. Just dont get yourself into deeper shit, alright?

Message to: Hawkman (Eli): I won't. promise.

I put my phone face down on the floor, away from the temptation to answer more texts, in case I need the battery for an emergency call of some kind. Although, if for whatever reason it did come to that, I'm sure that payphone out there will take my change. I feel bad for not responding to the rest, especially from Sam, but that will only make it worse.

I feel antsy. After no more than a minute, I briefly scroll through the messages from my mom; she's sent me about two dozen over the past 12 hours.

(sent at 12:32am) You're lucky someone had the sense to tell me you're okay. 

(sent at 11:00am) Hard to do my job when I’m worried where you are and why you didn’t just come to me...

I keep scrolling, and one in particular stands out to me.

(sent at 9:52am) I don't know why you're not here with me right now but please, there's nothing worse than not coming home. Remember that, you can always go home again. I love you. 

[glorioussimon]

underappreciated things about rise 1x06: bring me stanton

sorry about spamming these things but i want to watch rise

i love this episode

coach driving gwen to school and buying her a smoothie

and gwen rejecting it

i don’t understand a fucking word of what coach is saying when they’re at football practice this is like another language

why does robbie’s football understudy look vaguely like archie from riverdale

clark is wearing a striped shirt that looks kind of like the one that sean wore in dwsa!! otto solidarity

when lou asks for a drumroll sasha could not possibly look more unenthusiastic

MAASHOUS LOVES HIS SET SO MUCH

“please don’t touch, maashous is very protective of his handiwork” 

irrelevant but harmony is so cute and i would die for her

the siremy glances!! you already know what the fuck is up

michael Knows

when maashous makes the smokestacks blow out real smoke and the troupe gets so excited

anabelle kind of pats him on the back and it’s really cute

maashous’s bow when everyone’s applauding. he looks so happy i love him

whenever i see the “let’s make drama” poster thing i think it says “let’s make obama”. this happens every time and i am sick of it

lilette crying when she’s explaining why she can’t come to rehearsal makes me so sad i hate this

tracey is wearing a super cool dress with suns and stars on it

jeremy’s little run when he’s trying to catch up to simon

simon doesn’t look directly at jeremy for a long time

jeremy looks almost scared when simon calls him back after he starts to leave

simon doesn’t say that he isn’t into jeremy, or that he doesn’t want to be with him. he says that he can’t.

jeremy’s hand on simon’s shoulder

simon kissing him back. this is underappreciated everyone talks about this i just feel that i have to mention it

when he kisses jeremy you can see how much simon not just wants, but needs this. for these few seconds he’s finally letting his guard down, letting himself feel something. which is what makes it so heartbreaking when he forces himself to run away.

god i love simon saunders so much i want to love and support him so badly

the fact that their rehearsals start at nine. i’m imagining rehearsing from 9 - midnight(?) and i feel like dying these kids are so devoted to this show

lou wanting to lock the kids in the basement for the date night

lou whispering “i’m excited”

do yall remember when the rise instagram used the picture of tracey looking behind her when she hears sasha and boyfriend arguing and put it next to the picture of simon looking at condoms so it looked like she had caught him

i really wish that they had introduced sasha at least a little bit prior to this episode because i watched rise with my mom and like, i was obsessed with the show so i knew everyone’s names but she, a casual watcher, had no idea who the fuck this girl was

tracey not forcing sasha to talk about what’s happening

tracey hugging her

i would kill a man for tracey wolfe

gwen asking gordy to skip school with her

and gordy wanting to but refusing because he’s trying to be better

saint gordy

gordy looking back at gwen

“hey anabelle you’re looking especially radiant today” i take it all back i hate simon saunders

anabelle is wearing what my dad would call a “power flannel”

who is jeremy even talking to in this scene i didn’t realize that he had friends outside of the troupe

when simon kisses anabelle on the cheek it’s so awkward

neither of them know what to say i hate this

the square smokestack

maashous is fifteen i’m older than him what the fuck

i have to protect him i’m his mom now

the picture of gwen in coach’s office

dramatic music plays in the background as robbie struts into coach’s office

i’m sorry robbie i love you but i could not give less of a shit about your troy bolton storyline

“you know the nurse’s office gives these out for free, right?” “yeah, they don’t have the same selection though”

everything that simon says in this scene is...certainly something

“now i just need a scented candle and some breath mints” this is. literally the gayest thing that simon has ever said

lilette instantly realizing that simon is trying to prove that he’s straight by doing this

ted sutherland and auli’i cravalho are two of the most beautiful people i’ve ever seen in my life

when sasha asked if there’s any place in pennsylvania that doesn’t follow the parental consent rule my first thought was “alexa play whispering”

i wish that we had seen more of their version of the guilty ones

clark’s mom makes me jump every time

clark looks like he’s ready for death

no one know how to react to this

the saga of michael and the midterm

jolene blaming robbie and football for the late rehearsals

and lilette defending him

michael trying to organize a walkout

simon starts yelling but you can’t hear him what is he so pissed about

jeremy looking at simon as he’s leaving

was vanessa suing anton ever going to go anywhere or did she just drop it? it’s never mentioned again so idk??

“for the first time in my life, i’m part of something i actually believe in.” im love lilette suarez

“i don’t wanna talk about spring awakening” gail @ lou, but also all of my friends @ me

i love what lou is saying about art here

“that’s the point of art, right? to reflect the world, to take something raw and painful, maybe even hopeless, and make it beautiful?”

gail and lou’s first date!!

it’s very clear that maashous and lou didn’t tell anyone that they were about to destroy the set

the best reaction is michael’s but honorable mention goes to harmony and lilette

no one remembers the bookstore

“ah. amazon.”

of course lou’s favorite author is f. scott fitzgerald

title drop: “this set, it was always gonna be a reflection of the world we live in. so let’s embrace that. bring me stanton.” - lou

i love the montage of the troupe finding stuff for the set

the fact that there’s no indication if they asked before taking this stuff. this could very well all be stolen

the understudies all looking for stuff together

clark and jeremy practicing the bitch of living choreography on the chairs they find

the picture of baby gwen and coach

they didn’t bother to erase the texts that gwen sent in earlier takes so she’s just sent the same text tons of time

clark being worried about mr. mazzu knowing that they’re breaking into the steel mill

“gordy’s way cooler than his dad” “which isn’t saying much”

maashous stopping to look and everyone else leaving him behind

“that’s a felony!” “shut up, simon” someone is a mood here but i can’t tell who

no one knows how to react when gwen breaks the boards off

michael just wanting to leave

jolene bringing booze

michael’s little “desperate, much?” in the background

lilette and robbie making out in the storage room

maashous is clearly drunk and it’s fucking hilarious

gwen grabbing gordy’s hand is so smooth

gordy taking a sip of beer and clearly realizing that he shouldn’t be

robbie going to lou with his problems

robbie talking about how much he loves football

the cops interrupting simon and anabelle

the troupe just. running

coach is buddies with the cops

robbie refusing to quit football or the show

again, did simon ask before he took the window from the church

i love the music in this scene!!

lou is so happy with the jukebox

francis and violet run up onto the stage to see the railroad stuff and it’s cute

happy maashous!! a gift to this world

sasha and tracey talking

it’s very clear that no one was informed about the huge-ass sign. they’re all stunned

i always tear up when the set is revealed

everyone clapping for maashous

tracey being with sasha when she tells her dad that she’s pregnant

gordy telling his mom that he needs help

robbie sadly watching from the bench

and all of this happening while lilette sings mama who bore me

vanessa crying when she sees lilette on stage

and now i’m crying too

[simonnsaunders]

thoughts about 1x09

PLEASE LET MAASHOUS BE HAPPY

Simon’s face knowing he’s about to break his family I’m crying

YES ROBBIE U DEFEND UR GIRL

On the fence about whether I want Tracey to knock Lou down or if I want her to save the show bc both sound like good options

You should be doing full run throughs by thursday anyways??? So what’s the big deal

also DON’T U DARE CUT HANSCHEN’S KISSING SCENE

OH MY GOD ROBBIE’S MOM IM SOBBING I CANT TAKE THIS

YES Jeremy u look so good honey

w o w they have a tech team bigger than one person

I’m in love with Simon standing up for this show

Yes Lilette!! u stand up for the show too !!

This fucked up montage got me DEAD

“Just love theater” ok Gordy suuuure

“I’m a big girl” you’re only 15 Lilette my heart is breaking

Also this is the siremy kiss music I’m emotional (remember when we used to get content?? what a wild time)

Omg Emma I’m crying what a sweetheart

Simon is such a good brother I love him so much

Gwen’s mom looks so much like her I’m always so in awe of the family casting on this show (minus the mazzuchellis lmao)

WHAT IS THAT WIG I THOUGHT THEY BLEACHED TED’S HAIR AND THEN I REALIZED IT WASN’T HIM (actually tho hanschen is supposed to be blonde but I’m forever grateful they’re not making Simon go blonde bc that might be a disaster)

Ok but why are they doing this scene on a wagon what if they roll away

You tell him Tracey!!

(Ok we’re halfway through the episode and we’ve yet to get any Siremy content I’m screaming)

We’re back to Maashous sadness and I am back to being sad

“Out of his league?” “No” ...yes

I hate Robert so much

Like,,,so much

They skipped right thru the khakis line AGAIN I am rioting

SIMON OH MY GOD IM FUCKING CRYING I LOVE HIM SO MUCH THIS POOR BABY DOES NOT DESERVE THIS!!! IM SO PROUD OF HIM his character development is stunning

You know what else is stunning? Ted Sutherland’s acting

Jeremy go get ur mans

Or Lilette that works too

I’m literally so done with Lou scenes but I’m here to support Gordy I guess

I’m so sad about Robbie & Maashous why is everything so sad?!??

Lilette deserves so much better ok shame on her mother for putting her through this

And Rilette is so cute I’m upset that they have to go through all this but I’m glad they have each other

(Ok now we’re 3/4 into this episode and we haven’t had the feelings scene yet I am ON EDGE)

Rilette is freakin adorable

The feelings scene is here!!!!

“My family is very...............Catholic” I’m dying at the deadpan

WAIT THATS IT??? am I selfish for wanting more bc we’ve received zero content

God Gordy is such a good wholesome person

“Prettty stalkable” i’m in love w both of them

y e s adopt Maashous

Ok this is literally the third time we’ve heard Mama Who Bore me wtf like I love Auli’i just as much as the next person but this is too much

Wait it’s Thursday already??

These edits I’m dying this is so wrong

I’m proud of Tracey and I still want to punch Lou in the face so nothing is new

JEREMY LOOKING AT SIMON IN THAT PROMO I’M SOBBING

And Simon kisses him finally I’m so happy

In summary:

The only good thing to come out of any of this is 1) Simon is finally learning how to stick up for himself (seriously his outburst on stage had me in tears) and 2) we know that their kiss on stage has to be unscripted (probably??) since they supposedly cut “boys kissing boys”. and even if Lou decides to put everything back in, they still never actually rehearsed the kiss, meaning that when it happens, it’s definitely Simon acting in the moment. and I am so here for that.

I’m still shaking over the fact that my boy Sean Grandillo has talent pouring out of his ears and this is the second week in a row where he just gets one measly scene. I just feel like they’re missing so many opportunities with both Simon and Jeremy like think of all the conversations they should be having!! We went from “don’t touch me” to Jeremy suddenly comforting him backstage with literally no explanation whatsoever. BUT I am glad that Jeremy finally gets to understand why Simon acts the way he does. It was a good moment for both of them.

I have high hopes for the finale and I hope we get enough Siremy content to make up for what we’ve been missing out on because I’m aching for something. A n y t h i n g. This episode ended so abruptly and there’s still so much I want to see and the thought that we’ll probably never get to see all of it breaks my heart.

Also. a bonus comment: the true highlight of this episode was when they were trying to find words to replace ‘fucked’. That was the true comedy that I needed let me tell you I was dYING at “totallymessedup”

[m-i-y-o-k-i]

I'M DYING EVERYONE HAS A FUCKING CRUSH ON HENRIK IT'S AMAZING (also yes i love the hc that robbie is schneep's son and this is so cute everyone is just,,,, in awe)

AAAAAAeveryone knows he's The Hot Dad, always coming onto him, despite him being literally so fuckin clueless like"wow robbie!! your classmates are so nice to me!! they text me all the time and say im a dilf and if im dtf, i assume those things mean 'doctor i'll love forever' and 'doctor's too funny'!!""DAD NO--"everyone's crushing on robbie's dad hard, please help him robbie's dying of secondhand embarrassment-- he just wants to lIVE A NORMAL TEENAGED LIFE PLEASE STOP TRYING TO DATE ROBBIE'S DAD HE'S SO WEIRD AND NERDY AND LITERALLY HALF OF YOU ARE ONLY 16 AND 17 STOP--

[nadiineross]

title: darkened nights and violent things, vaudevillian girls and violin strings

pairing: jade/tori

note: incomplete and old as hell so the quality of fic is not the best but im clearing out my folders

The first time they meet, Tori almost pisses her pants.  

Tori yanks her door open, ready to give Trina a piece of her mind, because goddammit, Trina, I don’t need your help with moving, I’m all set and, anyway, you’re just here to use my TV.

“God, Trina, stop. I don’t care if mom and dad are hogging the TV – Oh.”

The woman standing in front of her isn’t Trina.

She’s, well, she’s a lot angrier. And she has Edward Cullen skin, minus the sparkles. So, yes, she almost pisses her pants.

“Coffee.”

“I, um, what?” Tori manages dumbly, because she doesn’t know this gorgeous woman and also, what?

“Look, you seem like the type of happy-go-lucky neighbour I’d avoid, but I need coffee before I jam a fork into someone’s chest multiple times,” the woman says frankly.

Tori blinks, mind barely registering the words before the woman – her neighbour? – peers into her apartment without even trying to be subtle.

“Do you have coffee or what?”

“Oh. Yeah.” Tori glances over her shoulder at the pot brewing in her kitchen. “Do you want to come in?”

“No.” It’s blunt and there’s a sense of finality in the way the woman says it.

Tori clears her throat. “Okay. Um, I’ll just pour you a cup and bring it out?”

The woman grunts.

Tori coughs in her hand once more before turning to pour the coffee – door still open. “I’m Tori Vega, by the way,” she introduces after pouring two cups of coffee and handing it to the woman.

She takes it and sipping once before giving Tori a raised eyebrow. “Did I ask?”

“Did I – Did I do something wrong?” Tori frowns, she can’t remember doing anything bad to any of her new neighbours (and the one time she made neighbours mad in her old building was when she interrupted them in the middle of sex; they forgave her after she baked them cookies).

Instead of an answer, she gets a, “Stop talking.”

“What?”

“Your coffee isn’t entirely shit, but you’re ruining it, so stop talking.”

With that, Tori slams the door. (She thinks she catches a smirk on the other woman’s face as the door clicks shut.)

 .

 The second time they meet, it’s disastrously awkward.

Trina (it’s always Trina) has taken it upon herself to annoy the crap out of Tori by singing on the top of her lungs and lounging in her living room.

Tori leaves the moment Trina starts trying to reenact another musical using kitchen appliances as props.

“Hey, Tori, I’m calling this cute guy I met last week over, so don’t bother us,” Trina calls just as Tori closes the door behind herself.

“Don’t go into my room!” she yells through the door, getting a screech that resembles the chorus of One Short Day in return.

Great.

André, the man who lives in the apartment beside her, is out of town for the next week for a music festival. Cat, the eccentric redhead living in the third apartment, is visiting a brother who had apparently been put in a coma after an accident to do with a firehose (she doesn’t ask).

She has nowhere to go. She glances at the apartment opposite her. The fourth and last apartment on her floor.

She’s tried knocking before, but no one opened the door. She sighs and hopes to god it isn’t the coffee woman who opens the door. (But she hopes someone opens up, because she doesn’t want to sit outside her apartment while her sister does god knows what in her living room.)

Taking a deep breath, she raises her knuckles and raps on the door.

A shuffling comes from behind the door, but minute’s ticks by and no one opens the door.

She knocks again.

This time there’s a growl and the door’s swinging open.

It’s the coffee woman. And her hair’s messy. “What?”

“Um, my sister’s in my apartment waili- I mean, singing, and probably having sex on my couch, so-”

“No. I’m busy.”

“But-”

The coffee woman groans. “Leave before I find out how many scissors I can fit inside your body.”

A man appears behind the coffee woman. “Jade, don’t be rude.”

The coffee woman – Jade – elbows him in the stomach with a scowl. “She’s annoying.”

The man’s hair is also a mess and Tori notices his shirt’s hanging open. “I’m Beck.”

“Tori. I’m Tori Vega,” she says with a smile. Itching to get away. It seems everyone is having sex, Christ.

“Great. Can you go, now?” Jade snaps.

“Yes! Bye!” Tori takes a step back with a frantic nod, wincing as the door slams shut and a muffled moan makes its way into the hallway.

She ends up crossing town to hang out with her (weird) friend, Robbie, and his (creepy) puppet, Rex.

 .

 The third time, it’s Trina fault again (no surprise there).

She’s belting out the lyrics to, well, Tori doesn’t exactly know, but she’s sure no one could have come up with something this bad.

Just her luck, no one she knows is in town. So, she sucks it up and knocks on apartment 6D.

It takes ten minutes for the door to crack open and Jade’s at the door with a withering glare and a pair of scissors in her hands. “I will impale you, Vega.”

“Okay, I’m sorry, but can I please come in?”

The door swings shut, but Tori’s foot is faster. She winces when the door crashes into her foot.

Jade yanks the door back with her scissors in Tori’s face. “Give me a good reason why I shouldn’t stick this pair of scissors into your eyes right now.”

Tori grimaces, shifting on the spot. “Okay. Um, listen.”

“What?” Jade spits after a while of silence.

“No, I mean, listen.” A beat. “Do you hear it?”

Jade’s eyes twitches.

“Listen. My door.”

Silence. Then, a dying cat. No, nails on a board. No. Tori Vega’s sister.

The woman eases up with a slight cringe. “Your problem.”

Tori sighs. “She’ll only get louder and she’ll even try to do instrumental by herself with my pans.”

Jade pushes Tori away, marching to the door and banging on the door.

Two good threats and a bleeding finger later, Trina’s storming out of Tori’s apartment and Jade’s closing the door to her apartment with a satisfied smile.

The next morning, Jade opens her door to find a cup of coffee at her door. She drinks it, because it’s not entirely shit.

Third time’s the charm.

 .

 Tori sits up suddenly in a flurry of sheets and limbs. She fumbles for her phone, charging on her nightstand, and squints at the screen. 12:03 AM blinks at her.

“Fuck you!”

She squeezes her eyes shut and falls back to bed.

“What do you want, Jade?”

Sighing, she yanks the covers away and stumbles to her door.

“Oh, what I want, Beckett, is f–”

The fighting couple pauses when they both notice Tori’s door open.

“I’m sorry, did we wake you?” Beck asks just as Jade glares and flips her off with a snarl.

Jade scowls at her boyfriend. “Are you flirting with her, too?”

Beck groans, clenching Jade’s door frame tightly. “I’m not and I wasn’t flirting with that girl at the bar.”

“Really? It seemed an awful lot like flirting, Beckett,” Jade grits out.

The Latina sighs, closing the door and shuffling back to bed.

Fourth night of fighting and counting.

Beck doesn’t come back the next morning. Or the one after that.

 .

 Christmas rolls around. Tori’s got a secure job working as a music tutor and Trina’s tagging along to some European country with her parents.

She had a get together with her friends and Beck (apparently Beck has been friends with André for a while) at a bar a week before the 25th and they exchanged presents and wishes.

She sits alone in her apartment with presents pushed to a pile on her coffee table.

She sits alone and she’s so bored.

Then, there’s a knock at her door and she’s up before the person has even finished knocking.

Jade quirks her eyebrow and Tori marvels at the glint of silver, it’s the first time she notices the eyebrow piercing and she can’t say she doesn’t like it. “Hi.”

“You’re still here.” It’s not a question.

“Yeah.”

Jade just leans against the door frame. “Coffee.”

“You know, I might just start charging you,” Tori teases as she heads into her kitchen anyway, because she’s bored and she might just be a little bit gay for her hot neighbour. (See: incredibly, undeniably gay.)

After she hands Jade the coffee she smiles. “Would you like to come in?”

Jade pauses. “Do you have more coffee?”

Before Tori can finish her ‘yes’, Jade’s shoving past her and making herself at home on her couch.

They both down their coffees in silence until Jade puts her cup down and scrutinizes Tori’s movie collection.

“Entertain me,” she lets out after picking through her movie collection. “You also need more horror movies.”

“I can’t stand horror movies.”

Jade snorts. “Figures.”

They lapse into silence again.

Jade stands silently, sweeping out of the apartment without as much as a glance back at Tori.

Tori stands to close the door after her, but Jade shoves her way back in with a CD.

They binge watch horror films until Tori’s sure she’s going to have nightmares for the rest of the year.

 .

 Tori thinks they genuinely become friends on one faithful Monday night when she’s woken up at an ungodly hour again by furious shouting.

She stands immediately, ready to yell at whoever it is (she needs proper rest if she’s going to deal with the annoying kid with the potato nose tomorrow).

Her door swings open and her scowl set on her face, already knowing it would be Jade, because, really, Cat and André wouldn’t be keeping her awake at this time.

“Get the fuck out,” Jade hisses.

Tori just catches the back of Beck’s head as he storms into the elevator.

“Don’t come back,” Jade’s voice cracks, and Tori doesn’t say a word as she goes back into her kitchen to turn on her coffee maker.

When she comes back, Jade’s leaning against her door with her eyes downcast and her chest heaving. Her eyeliner is smudged and her shirt is crumpled and she looks so tired.

She’s not steel and stone, she’s not sharp and cutting, not anymore. She looks human, less like an abusive, stalkery vampire, so Tori steps out of her apartment still dressed in pajamas with a cup of coffee.

Jade glances at the steaming cup for a second before taking it and shuffling past Tori into her apartment without permission.

Tori pours more coffee and throws a pile of blankets onto the couch while Jade fluffs a pillow and buries herself in the cushion.

All this is done wordlessly, it’s still barely two in the morning, they’re both cranky, and the Mean Girls CD Tori put in acts as their background music.

The Latina snorts as Jade swipes the remote off the table and mutes the movie with a wrinkle of her nose.

“Scissoring.”

“Thanks, Jade, but I’d prefer dinner first,” Tori mutters, still half-asleep.

Jade throws a pillow at her head. “Shut the fuck up, Vega. Get the movie.”

Tori huffs, but doesn’t argue. She brings her laptop closer and finds an online version, pressing play and immediately leaping backwards when loud instrumental blasts through her speakers.

“Scared?” Jade taunts, she slaps Tori’s hand away when she tries to adjust the volume.

“No.” Tori brushes Jade away and turns the volume lower. The title flashes onto screen with a sudden drop and Tori jerks back. “Yes. I am very much scared. I prefer Regina George over this.”

Jade laughs, a rumble in her chest, and pushes the blankets more fully over Tori’s balled up form. “I don’t.”

Tori pouts, burrowing into the blankets (and into Jade’s shoulder). “You’re mean.”

Jade nods and hums in agreement. “It’s my post-breakup mope session, Vega.”

Point.

The first night of their friendship (Jade will deny that they were friends to her last breath) is also the first night they have a sleepover.

Jade shoves Tori on to the floor at seven in the morning, takes the coffee, and leaves.

Tori huffs and throws a pillow at her – it misses her retreating form entirely.

 .

 She’s tired and hungry.  

The orange juice is a nice change to her diet of coffee and take out.

She responds to the knock on her door with a glass of juice basically glued to her face.

André’s chuckle greets her and he watches her chug juice before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand unattractively.

He gives her attire a raised eyebrow. “Did you forget about today?”

“What’s today?” Tori responds with a furrow of her eyebrows.

“We’re hanging out today. Finished writing my song and we’re celebrating. Remember?”

Tori groans. “Oh, right. God, I’m sorry, André. It’s just this annoying kid called Ryder keeps trying to hit on me and I’m just trying to teach him how to play the freaking piano. He’s, like, barely 17 yet.”

André laughs again. “Well, I’m sorry to hear that, chica, but I have alcohol and you have a couch, so can you shut up and let me in?”

Tori giggles, stepping aside and letting him through. “Where’s Cat?”

“She’s coming over soon, I think,” André replies, pulling glasses from Tori’s kitchen and pouring the drinks into cups. “And Beck is busy avoiding Jade.”

Tori gnaws at her lips. Jade. She hasn’t talked to that grump in a week, after she was pushed to the floor on her face. Come to think of it, she’s barely talked to Beck either.

André sets the glasses down on the counter and turns to Tori. “You leaving the door or what?”

“Oh, sorry,” Tori mutters as she shuts the door and plops down at the counter opposite her friend.

“So…” Andre starts. Tori raises her eyebrows, waiting. “I was thinking, you’re beautiful and I–”

“I’m gayer than a pride march, André.”

André stares.

“Oops.” She wasn’t planning on coming out like this, but hey, she feels like she’s going to collapse, so give her a break.

She gulps the wine down before trudging to her fridge for a chocolate bar she’s pretty sure she has stashed somewhere in there.

When she pulls away with half a Mars bar in her mouth, André’s leaning over the fridge door with a smirk. “Want to be gayer than a pride march in front of me?”

Tori gives him a dirty look, ripping into her chocolate bar. “Don’t be gross.”

André laughs, and with a cup of coffee and the rest of her chocolate bar supply, she’s awake and less hungry. “Joking, Tor.”

A knock on the door brings a wide eyed Cat with a plate stacked with cookies, and Jade (Tori doesn’t know what to make of that).

Jade shoves past the two of them without so much of a greeting and plops down beside André.

“Just set the cookies down on the table, Cat.”

Cat does as told and the group elapses into a silence with André and Tori sneaking glances at Jade who is looking incredibly bored and a clueless Cat who seems to be admiring Tori’s beige walls.

Jade growls. “God, you guys are so boring. Do you just do this all day, sit and stare?”

“Well, Jade, what do you want to do, then?” Tori snaps back with a puff of air.

“You know what?” Jade snarls, she pushes off the couch and takes the plate of cookies. “I’m leaving.”

“Those are our cookies, Jade, and you weren’t invited in the first place,” Tori hollers as she scrambles to her feet after the cookie thief, only to be greeted by her own closed door. Typical.

They end up watching Luke Cage off of her Netflix account and tipsy baking.

By the time it’s twelve in the morning, Cat’s conked out on André’s lap and he’s dozing, sprawled out over the couch, leaving Tori picking blankets off the floor. She drapes a blanket over Cat and shoves them around so André’s got one too, and goes to clean herself up.

Tori reckons its due to the shirt barely over her head and the alcohol still in her system that she’s so slow to open the door, but she gets to it. Jade doesn’t appreciate it.

She wordlessly lets Jade blow past her, not even giving their friends a second glance, and nudges her over to her own room.

Jade locks the door and kicks her boots off.

“Is…” Tori blinks and runs a hand through her hair. “Is there something you wanted?”

Jade lies on her back in the middle of Tori’s bed and shrugs. “Writer’s block.”

Tori raises her eyebrows and gingerly sits herself down on the edge of the bed. It’s kind of weird, thinking about it. She’s really only known these people for a handful of months and she knows next to nothing about Jade.

“You’re a writer?”

Jade makes a face at her, a cross between annoyance and disapproval. “What do you think writer’s block means?”

Rolling her eyes, Tori moves to her headboard, so Jade is eyelevel with her knees. She lives in LA too, so she’s not exactly surprised all her friends are the artsy types.

“And you?” Jade asks after a moment, lips quirking up a little at Tori’s confusion. “What’s your pimp’s numbers? I’ve got some complaints.”

“I’m a piano and voice coach,” Tori says, indignant. “Why are you here?”

“Writer’s block. Pay attention, Vega.”

“I thought you hated me.”

Jade shuffles back, sitting next to Tori. “I’m bored.”

“Wanna play I Spy?” Tori smiles, not even fazed when Jade elbows her. “20 questions?”

“Truth or dare,” Jade says.

Tori raises an eyebrow. “Sober, like high school freshmen?”

She ignores Tori. “Truth.”

Of course. Okay, well, Tori’s drunk-ish and tired, so she’s not the most creative right now. “What’s your favourite colour?”

Jade scoffs. “Really?” She rolls her eyes and moves all her hair onto her left shoulder, so she can look at Tori better. “Red.”

“Truth,” Tori replies.

“Boring. What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever tried?”

Tori flushes and bites her lip. “Um. I once got handcuffed in the back of an empty classroom.”

Jade guffaws and her hands curl loosely on her stomach as she cackles. Tori rips her eyes away from the curve of Jade’s neck, huffing.

“Who knew Sweet Sally Peaches was an exhibitionist?”

“In my defense, it was a performing arts college, people were very experimental, and no one caught us.” Tori’s stretching the truth, because she’d just barely buttoned her jeans when a professor walked in. Her college girlfriend, on the other hand… “Fine. What’s your craziest kink?”

Jade smirks. “Oh, but how could I follow up after that, Whore-i Vega?” Tori’s just about to say something else, but Jade picks at her nails and continues, “Exhibitionism isn’t something I’m particularly interested in, not after a shitty under-the-table experience at Maestro’s, but you’ve seen Beck, haven’t you?”

“Your kink is mauling people,” Tori deadpans.

“Truth or dare?”

Tori blinks. “It’s your turn.”

They play for an hour, only truths, because Jade seems to realize Tori’s pretty tame, and Tori lets Jade sleepover.

She’s lonely. That’s why she’s here. Tori sighs and ends up sleeping till noon.

 .

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New Year. New Me. {Peter Pan Imagine}

Part One  Part Two Part Three

Peter Pan Imagine

Author: Joi A. Wade

Tagged: @tmrhollandkay, @ arfrona

Requested: Yes,  HI CAN I HAVE A EXTREME FLUFF IMAGINE WITH ROBBIE KAY OR PETER PAN WHERE YOU GUYS GET INTO A REALLY REALLY BAD FIGHT AND YOU DECIDE YOU GUYS SHOULD BREAK UP AND HES LIKE NO BABE WAIT IM SORRY AND YOURE LIKE NOPE I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE AND THEN YOU LEAVE AND HE CANT FUNCTION WITHOUT YOU SO HE TRIES TO WIN YOU BACK AND IT TAKES A WHILE BUT ONE DAY HE FINALLY WINS YOU BACK EXTREMELY FLUFFY PLEASE

Note: Thank you all for being such amazing people and being patient with me! Thank you for loving my slow ass, and my stories, it means a lot that you guys stick with me!

It’s been a while since Y/n had seen him. Never had she thought the time would come that he’d be finally calling her phone, in such a long period of time. Six an a half years is a long time to wait. Especially for an ex. 

“I’m glad you had time to see me, Y/n. It’s been so long.” 

Y/n smiles politely, looking down at the cup of tea her company had ordered for her. 

“Well, I gotta admit, it was quite the surprise when you called, Newton.” 

“Newt. Please, call me Newt. You’re one of the very few that I allow to, and…I miss how it sounds coming from your mouth.” He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck in nervousness. “S-Sorry, that um..sounded bloody creepy, but you get my point.”

Sighing heavily, her politeness was slowly starting to fade away. She knew what this was, she wasn’t stupid. In the past six years Y/n has gotten not one phone call or text message from this guy, and then all of sudden here he is acting all awkward and charming at the same time. Setting her cup down after taking a short gulp of it, she finally makes eye contact with the man before her.

“Look, Newton. Things didn’t work out between us because you loved your music more than I.” 

“That’s not true-”

“Let me finish,” She holds her hand up, silencing him. “I was understanding, I was fair and actually wanted you to be happy and let you go. I moved on. Which was a mistake, I’ll admit, but it helped my unhappiness turn into something else. I fell in love again. And now that I am once again heartbroken, you decide to turn up, saying sweet nothings to me as if all of what you put me through never happened. Now how is that fair to me? ” 

“Love, I came back for you because I realized my only dream was with you. You were my dream.” 

“Oh, cut the bullshit.” 

Newt’s eyes widen at her venomous tone. Last time he had spoken to Y/n, she had such a sweet demeanor about herself, everything about her was kind and gentle. Earlier on this little gathering she was calm and collected, but now she is speaking to him in such a way he had never heard her speak before. 

“What’s happened to you?” 

“Life, Newton. Life fucking happened to me. You wanna know what I’ve been through? You leave me for your stupid music career, not even returning my calls or emails or letters. Then, when I finally move on to another guy, I find out he’s cheating on me with some bitch for nearly half of the time we’ve been together, then trying to make me seem like the bad guy! And now that I’m somewhat over him, you show the fuck up! Out of nowhere!”

“Love, calm down-”

“Don’t you tell me to calm down! I deserve to be fucking mad! I put up with so much, sticking up for guys that don’t deserve it, and I wonder why I end up the same way! Heartbroken!” By now, she was starting to draw attention to their table, alarming a certain few while the others watched with anticipation. Newt stands up slowly with his hands up, trying not to provoke her any further. 

“Y/n, please, I didn’t mean to struck a nerve-”

“Bullshit!”

“Can you please talk to me without cursing at me, for bloody sake?” 

“I just think it’s a coincidence how you show up, right when I start to get out of my funk and feel better about finally leaving that dickhead. Were you just waiting for the perfect opportunity to make your way back into my life? When I was at my most vulnerable? Well, news flash for you, buddy! The only thing you’re getting from me, are these hands!”

Y/n was about to jump right over the table and tackle the poor, confused, Brit. Luckily, someone was able to grab her by the waist at the right time before she could even cross the table. Holding her close to their chest, Newt was able to take a few steps back, while making eye contact with the person behind her. Y/n squirmed against their hold, until the familiar scent of pine clogged her nostrils. Her squirming ceased. For now.

“Who the bloody hell are you?” 

“Oh, you don’t remember me, Newtie? I’m hurt, I thought we had something special.” 

Once Newt’s eyes actually scanned his face, he glared. Lowering his hands from his self-defense stance, he crossed them over his chest. “Very funny, Pan. I see that you didn’t change at all. Except for getting uglier, of course.”

“And you’re still the same after all these years, as well. Except you’re still single.” 

Y/n pushes away from Peter with great force, nearly knocking him backwards. Straightening out her shirt, she huffs in anger. “What the hell are you doing here? Where’s your little sex toy?” 

Peter drew his attention to Y/n, the playful glint in his eyes turning melancholy. 

“Y/n, I know I am the last person you want to see right now, and I understand that. I was a completely asshole, and deserve to burn in hell for what I did behind your back. But, if you give me a moment to explain-”

“So it’s you.” Newt connects, as a grin started to form on his face. “You’re the one who cheated, while you were still in the relationship with Y/n. Did you honestly think you would get away with that?”

“Can we talk somewhere a little more private, love?” 

“No. And don’t call me that. We can settle this right here, right now. I’ve been waiting to actually kick your ass, now that the tears finally stopped. Do you realize how humiliated you made me feel after that night? How absolutely filthy you left me? And you had some nerve to try and blame me! The only person that saw good in you, cared for you, loved you!” Each word spoken was a shove to his chest, which he happily took. He was just glad that she was actually talking to him. 

“I understand that you are in pain-”

“Oh, you can’t even begin to understand! Giving your love to someone who you thought was the one, only to have it blow up in your face, you have no idea what that feels like!”

“I could’ve warned you in the first place, Y/n. It’s your own fault for thinking a bloke like Pan would ever-” Before he could finish his unneeded input, Y/n picked up his cup of tea and threw what was left of it into his face. It was just hot enough to prove a point: for him to shut the fuck up. “Ahh! Mother of fu-Jesus Christ! Shit, shit, shit, shit! Bloody, burning hell!” 

Newt rushes to find the nearest bathroom, a few workers following behind him, as others just stare in shock or gaze in amusement. Placing the cup back on the table, Y/n turns back to Peter, with rage darkening her eyes. 

“Y/n, I-”

“I thought I told you to stay the hell away from me. How did you even know I was here?” 

“That’s not important, what’s important is us fixing this problem that we have-”

“We don’t have a problem! You do, and only you! I was perfectly happy being with you, I didn’t care what people said about your past relationships because none of that mattered, it’s in the past for a reason! I didn’t care when they called you bad news, I didn’t care that my parents didn’t approve of you, and I didn’t care how much we argued over stupid shit! What I cared about was you, and how much I loved you. You were there when Newt left, you were my friend, someone I could talk to when I needed it. You listened, you cared…And when you asked me out, I thought moving on was too good to be true, but you changed that. And look where it got us! Five fucking years I gave to you, and this whole time that was just a game to you.”

“It wasn’t a game-” 

“Hearing a lot of bullshit today, you know. You knew exactly what you were doing, Peter. And you knew the person you did it with I despised, yet you still did it anyway.” Tears were starting to form in her eyes, as the heat of the moment was dying down and reality was coming back to her. The man that broke her already bruised heart was standing right there, with the guts to say that he didn’t mean what he did. What does he take her for, a fool? 

“Y/n, what I did was unforgivable, we both know that. But, love, I regret it.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? Three words that don’t matter at all to me? I regret giving you my time, mind, body and soul. I regret thinking that scum like you could ever change. I regret loving you, Peter Pan. So I’ll say it again, since you obviously didn’t listen the first time. Stay. The hell. Away. From me.” 

With that said, Y/n left money on the table and took her leave. Storming outside the door, she roughly wiped the single tear that escaped her eye before anyone could see. 

She was so over crying.

But, the sound of the door chimes made her stop only for a second. He seriously could not be trying to chase after her, could he? The rapid footsteps confirmed that prediction, making her bite the inside of her cheek, to stop herself from doing anything she’ll regret. Again. 

“Y/n, please! You gotta listen to me, love-”

“I don’t want anything to do with you, Peter. Just crawl back to wherever you came from, and forget we ever existed. Let me move on! Live your own life, so I can get on with mine!”

“Y/n, baby, I’m begging you!”

“Nothing you can say or do will change my mind, Peter-!” 

“ M A R R Y   M E ! ” 

In that moment…everything just stops.

From the noisy traffic, to the beating of her own heart. 

It was silent.

With her covered mouth agape, Y/n stands there in complete and utter disbelief. Seeing that he now had her attention, Peter slowly descended to one knee, staring up at her with eyes that were filling with tears. 

“Y/n L/n. Will you marry me?”  

[bodhirookcargopilot-blog]

[3:28:06 AM] Soupliss: https://vine.co/v/5FrJqgIhFjn um me?

[3:28:58 AM] My middle name is "I Love to Die": I'M TRYING SO FUCKING HARD NOT TO CACKLE RIGHT NOW WTHAT THE FUCK

[3:29:11 AM] Soupliss: IT'S SO GOOD

[3:29:15 AM] My middle name is "I Love to Die": ITS FUNNIER THE MORE I WATCH IT

[3:29:34 AM] My middle name is "I Love to Die": i cant believe this

[3:29:35 AM] My middle name is "I Love to Die": im dying

[3:34:33 AM] Soupliss: i'm going to say this literally every time i go to get food GBJKAFkdjbsk

[3:34:45 AM] My middle name is "I Love to Die": PLEASE

[3:34:56 AM] My middle name is "I Love to Die": us at 4:am trying to not wake up jade and lauren

[3:35:02 AM] My middle name is "I Love to Die": tippy toeing through the house

[3:35:34 AM] Soupliss: Me: "I'm gonna munch"

You "I'm gonna crunch"

[3:35:53 AM] My middle name is "I Love to Die": holding hands w you dramatic tiptoeing only its we are number one is playing

[3:36:32 AM] Soupliss: we do a sneaky tiptoe and lauren and jade are already there at the fridge, arms crossed and disappointed in us

[3:37:14 AM] My middle name is "I Love to Die": theyre literally the sportacus and stephanie to our robbie rottens

[3:37:30 AM] My middle name is "I Love to Die": can we

Can we do that can we cosplay them

you and me two robbies (are better than one)

lauren stephanie, jade sportacus

[3:38:04 AM] Soupliss: well mark

[3:38:09 AM] Soupliss: then we'd be number one

[3:44:24 AM] My middle name is "I Love to Die": zack

[3:44:31 AM] My middle name is "I Love to Die": what if we showed up from getting you to kentucky

[3:44:35 AM] My middle name is "I Love to Die": dressed like robbie rotten

[3:44:55 AM] Soupliss: HYE

[3:44:57 AM] My middle name is "I Love to Die": blaring we are number one the whole time

[3:45:05 AM] Soupliss: we have to make a grand entrance

[3:45:11 AM] My middle name is "I Love to Die": do you think lauren and jade would be like 'send them back'

[3:45:41 AM] Soupliss: probably

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New Year. New Me. {Peter Pan Imagine}

Part One 

Peter Pan Imagine

Author: Joi A. Wade

Tagged: @tmrhollandkay, @ arfrona

Requested: Yes,  HI CAN I HAVE A EXTREME FLUFF IMAGINE WITH ROBBIE KAY OR PETER PAN WHERE YOU GUYS GET INTO A REALLY REALLY BAD FIGHT AND YOU DECIDE YOU GUYS SHOULD BREAK UP AND HES LIKE NO BABE WAIT IM SORRY AND YOURE LIKE NOPE I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE AND THEN YOU LEAVE AND HE CANT FUNCTION WITHOUT YOU SO HE TRIES TO WIN YOU BACK AND IT TAKES A WHILE BUT ONE DAY HE FINALLY WINS YOU BACK EXTREMELY FLUFFY PLEASE,  "New year new me" is so good please continue it,  part 2 for New Year New Me! I love it so mucH!,  In all honesty "New year new me" is amazing... I hope that you will continue it😘,  When is the second part coming out?,  Part 2? , New year new me is amazing I hope that there will be a continuation 😉, In all honesty "New year new me" is amazing... I hope that you will continue it, part 2 for New Year New Me! I love it so mucH!, "New year new me" is so good please continue it

Warnings: Swearing | Angst 

“Y/n! Please! Let me explain, it’s not what you think!”

“Oh, it’s not?” She stops in her tracks, swiftly turning to glare venomous daggers in his direction. “Please, tell me, Peter! How exactly am I jumping to conclusions here? The fact that I saw you with my own naked eyeballs, with your lips on..on HER! You know I don’t like her, and yet here you are kissing her as if I was never apart of your life!” 

By now, the two of them had drawn a crowd. The buzz of the new year was dying down, and now everyone had something else to pay attention to. Tiger Lily watched the pain in your eyes as tears threatened to spill, and the look of pure victory on Wendy’s. What the hell could have possibly happened in thirty seconds?

“I-I know it looked bad-”

“LOOKED? Are you kidding me?! Do you even realize how straight fucked up this is?! All the times I stuck up for you, had your back, stayed loyal because people were 100% positive that we weren’t going to make it; and to start of our 5th year being together, you’re kissing another girl!” 

“Don’t act like this isn’t your fault in the first place!” He finally snaps, pointing an accusing finger at her. Y/n gasps, not believing he was playing the blame card, and for what? 

“Me? How in the hell is this-”

“Don’t play dumb, Y/n. The past couple of years have been a complete nightmare! You always on my ass, complaining 24/7, kicking me out of the bed that I paid for! You were practically driving me into Wendy’s arms! She’s more affectionate, passionate, able to be told what I want and listens! She actually fulfills my needs way better than you ever could for five years!” 

The room was silent, no one daring to butt in or comment. The tension in the air was unbearable, you could just slice through it with practically anything. She blinks a couple of times, somethings starting to click in her brain left and right. 

“You...You say that as if this is a reoccurring thing.” Looking back up at him, Y/n watched as Peter raised his eyebrow, as if signaling a ‘duh’ moment. “How long have you been doing this?” 

“...It started three years ago.” 

That did it. Everyone now voiced their opinion on the situation, gasping and muttering as the juicy gossip unfolded right in front of them. Now, the dam was broken and down came the tears. All this time...every time he’d disappear, he was with her. How could she be so blind, so naive? Then after he was done fooling around, he’d come back and kiss her with the same lips he violated their relationship with. All that time wasted sticking up for him whenever someone warned her, or tried to make her doubt herself for choosing him. Never in her life had she felt to stupid. So used...

Peter showed no remorse as he spilled this information, and that only hurt Y/n further. How long did he think he could get away with this? For three years...she was guessing for as long as he wanted. Shaking her head in disbelief in herself and her obliviousness, she raises her hand to look at the ring that rested on her finger. No, not a wedding ring, which she was grateful it wasn’t; just a promise ring. A promise she should have never made with him. 

Taking it off, Y/n walks over to him slowly, keeping her eyes on the ring that laid in her palm. Peter watched her intensely, as well as everyone that surrounded them. Tiger Lily took a little step forward in case Y/n would do something dangerous. And just by the way her face held no emotion, she sure as hell looked like she was.  Once close enough, she came to a stop right in front of him. Letting the ring slip from her palm and onto the ground near his feet, she spoke. 

“I made a promise to you on that day, three years ago. Now that it’s broken...I won’t be needing it. Stay the hell away from me. Don’t call, don’t text...don’t even come near me.” 

“Y/n-”

“There were simpler ways you could have done this. If you wanted to break up, all you had to do was say so. Instead you break me heart going into the new year, making me look like a fucking idiot in front of everyone, after all we’ve been through together. And your only excuse is because we fought? That’s what couples do!” 

“Not that much, Y/n! It was non-stop, constant nagging, that I just-”

“Well, now you don’t have to hear me bitch any longer! We’re over! You don’t have to worry about me ever again, because I’m done with this shit, Peter! I’m done! Lose my number, move in with Wendy, drop off the face of the earth, I don’t care! Just stay the hell away from me...” 

With that said, Y/n turns her back to him, heading in the direction of outside after grabbing her coat and keys. Tiger Lily made sure to see her out, checking on her as well and asking if she needed anything. Shaking off her friend, she doesn’t dare make eye contact with anyone on her way out, embarrassment and shame washing over her like heavy rain. Once she was out of sight, Peter looked down at the ring that laid on the ground at his feet. You could see on his face how slowly reality was starting to crash down upon him, everything finally catching up from the heat of the moment and settling at the pit of his stomach. 

She was gone. She left him, it was official. What has he done? 

“Get the fuck out of my house, Pan.” Tiger Lily growls, catching the boy off guard at her harsh words. “Three years you’ve been doing this shit, in my house, behind her back? Do you know how crushed she’s been all this time waiting for you, how you missed your kiss?”

“It was just a kiss!” 

“To you, maybe. To her, so much more. God, the things she would say about you were unbelievable, you would think she was talking about a whole different guy, but no. Always you were on her mind and heart, and you do this to her. You put your lips on another girl, then have the audacity to kiss Y/n and still call her your number one. I hope you never see her again. Now, get out.” 

“Tiger-”

“Just leave, Pan.” Felix speaks up from behind her, “And take her with you.”

Peter looks behind himself and sees Wendy. Suddenly feeling sick to his stomach, he quickly looks away. Oh, dear God, what has he done. 

“Felix...not you, too.” 

“Y/n was like a sister to me. You’re my best friend, but what you did was fucked up. I think it’s better you leave, no one here is on your side.” 

Looking around the room, Felix was correct. Everyone practically cursed his presence with just their eyes. But, Y/n took the car. Where would he go?

“C’mon, babe. I’ll give you a ride,” Leaning up to his ear, she playfully tugs at it with her teeth, “As long as I get to ride you.” 

That would have sent chills down his spine, big time. But, it didn’t. It only sickened him more. Because it wasn’t Y/n whispering such a suggestive and witty flirt in his ear. It was her. 

Making their way out the door and having it slammed in their faces was enough for Peter to understand that what he’s been doing, that he so confidently thought he’d get away with, was coming back to get him. He watched as Wendy stared at him hungrily, pulling him toward her car, and further into the hole he dug himself into. He sat still as Wendy attacked his neck with sloppy, wet kisses, only making the pit of his stomach churn in more disgust in himself. 

How Y/n looked at him, the hurt and betrayal her eyes held. He couldn’t erase those eyes from his conscious, no matter how hard he tried. 

Y/n was his one and only, his number one girl who stayed by him and dismissed all those negative things people threw at her, showing him love she thought he deserved. But, it turns out they all were right about him. And because of that, he’s lost the love of his life to girl who he only liked the attention from. 

Oh, what has he done.