#No wonder he was a friend of Jimbo

[duncanor]

The more I think about it the more I believe Curly's fate is fitting.

He lied and turned a blind eye to everything, to make himself looks good because he wanted to go higher the corporate ladder. He ignored his responsability, Jimmy, until it was too late to stop him. He knew all along and kept his eyes closed each time.

In the end, he's forced to bear witness to Jimmy's path of carnage (a path he put him on) and to truly feel the pain and loneliness Anya felt all along. Even if he survives, even if he wasn't crippled, he would never get the life he desired.

Because. Everything. Was. His. Responsability.

[babydollmarauders]

ENCHANTED — JAMIE DRYSDALE

jamie drysdale x hughes!reader

part of the Speak Now Fic List

summary: in which y/n meets Jamie on a boring night and becomes completely enchanted with him

notes: this is my first time ever writing for Jamie, so bear with me! (4k words, precisely.)

this wasn’t where i wanted to spend my night.

after two years in Anaheim, i thought i had successfully avoided my brother’s best friend dragging me to parties or nights out.

i always had an excuse handy.

“sorry Trevor, i have a big test. i gotta study.”

“i have major cramps, sorry Trev.”

“i have study group, sorry!”

“sorry Trevor, i have a shift at the campus store!”

that last one came back to bite me in the ass after Trevor had mentioned it to Jack and my loving brother outed me on the fact that i don’t even have a job.

that’s what got me here. finally conned into being Trevor’s friendly plus-one to John Gibson’s end-of-the-season party. despite the fact that i was telling the truth this time when i said i had to study for finals.

Trevor had pulled some pouty puppy face over facetime, reminded me that i lied to him last time, and even pulled out the “i just wanna hang out with you, mini Hughes. i never get to see you, even though we live in the same city. you may as well be as far away as Jack.”

and just like that, i was putty in his hands. i agreed to accompany, only on the agreement that he wouldn’t leave me alone when we got here. and he hasn’t, so far.

he stands next to me, an arm leant against my shoulder, as he chats with Troy Terry.

“this is y/n Hughes, my itty bitty best buddy!” his speech is slightly slurred, already significantly buzzed, but not quite drunk yet.

“you gotta stop calling me that.” i roll my eyes. “i’m not fourteen and 5’3 anymore.”

“but you’re still not my height,” he laughs, ruffling my hair. “so it stays.”

i send Troy a pleading glance and his head tips back in laughter.

“so, you’re Quinn, Jack, and Luke’s sister?” Troy asks.

“yeah, i’m between Jack and Luke.” i explain and he nods, making a comment about how hard it must be being the only girl.

“where’s Jamie, Trevor? thought he would’ve driven with you.” Troy questions, and i’m grateful for the change of subject.

i love my brothers, but they’re all anyone ever wants to talk about. i’m my own person, my life doesn’t revolve around them.

“nah, i picked this one up, so Jamie’s driving on his own. he should be here soon though.”

i zone out as the conversation shifts to their off-season plans, forcing a laugh whenever Trevor tells a horrendous joke, and faking a smile when he mentions that he’ll be coming to my brothers lake house.

but eventually i get bored, instead turning my head to look around the crowded house.

i recognize a few people from the Ducks games i’ve watched or attended. John Gibson, the goalie. Mason McTavish, the young center.

but then i see him.

dark hair and blue eyes contrast against pale skin. even from across the room, i can see the freckles that litter across his nose and cheekbones. his gaze shifts around the room, and when it settles on where i am, he seems to let out a relieved sigh, making his way over.

my body tenses, my posture becoming straighter, and as i push my shoulders back slightly, i accidentally knock Trevor’s arm off. but he doesn’t seem to notice, a large goofy smile breaking out across his face as he cheers.

“Jimbo! you made it!”

a blush rises to the gorgeous boy’s cheeks, huffing out an awkward chuckle. it’s beautiful. he’s beautiful.

“Jimmy, this is y/n. y/n, this is Jamie!” Trevor introduces us and realization settles over me.

this is Jamie? Trevor’s best friend and roommate in California?

he reminds me of a disney prince. his eyes meet mine, wonder shining amongst them.

“have we met? you seem kinda familiar.” his voice reminds me of daylight breaking amongst gray clouds. warmth and security flowing throughout my body.

but before i can respond, Trevor butts his way in again.

“i’m gonna go get another drink! i’ll be back.”

Trevor pushes his way between us, heading off toward the kitchen, and Jamie laughs again.

“so, how drunk is he?” Jamie questions, his head nodding towards where Trevor disappeared.

“well, about ten minutes ago, he was singing me the mighty ducks theme song.” i explain and Jamie nods in understanding.

“got it. so, he’s sober.” he remarks and i let out a giggle.

“yeah,” i drag out. “there really isn’t much of a difference between sober and drunk Trevor, is there?”

“not when he’s as wild drunk as he is sober.” Jamie jokes, and i hum in agreement.

“so, you’re the infamous Jamie Drysdale?” i raise an eyebrow, watching as his cheeks turn pink.

“oh god, he talks about me?” he laughs and i nod.

“you’ve been mentioned a few times.” i confirm. “all good things, of course.”

Jamie and i stand in that same spot almost all night, eventually moving to the couch when we realize that Trevor isn’t coming back.

“so, you’re a student at… Chapman?” he gathers.

“yeah, i’m about to end my junior year. one year online during the pandemic, and two years on campus here.” i explain and he nods his head in understanding, taking a sip of his soda.

“what’s your major?”

“broadcast journalism. my main focus is sports entertainment.” he nods again before his nose scrunches in confusion, his eyebrows pulling together.

“and you’ve known Trevor this whole time?” i hum out in agreement. “how have we never met until now?”

“okay, don’t judge me.” i preface, making him chuckle, but agree. “i’m not much of a party person. i prefer to stay in my dorm and watch movies. so, i always make up an excuse to get out of coming to parties with Trevor.”

his head tips back in laughter, causing a rush of heat to spread across my face, but at the sight of my blush, he shakes his head.

“wait, no! no! i’m not laughing at you, i swear! i’m laughing because i do the same thing.” his words are spoken through broken laughter, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip to hold back a smile.

“really? you’re his roommate!”

“that doesn’t mean i love partying!” he defends himself. “i’m more introverted. quieter than Z. a lot of people wonder why we’re friends, but, we balance each other out.”

he shrugs and i tilt my head, squinting my eyes.

“hm, yeah, i could see that.” i admit. “my best friend and i are the same way. she’s a lot like Trevor.”

as the words leave my mouth, my face drops; my eyes wide, my lips parted in horror.

“oh god, she’s like Trevor.” Jamie’s entire body folds in laughter, his face turning bright red as his hand lands on my knee, sending sparks up my leg.

he looks so carefree and happy, i can’t help but sneak a picture.

“so, neither of us like parties,” Jamie starts, once he’s finally calmed down from laughing at my horror. “and Trevor has left us, and i doubt he’s coming back.”

“definitely not. that boy has the attention span of a goldfish.” i joke and Jamie agrees.

“so why don’t we get out of here?” he asks. my lips part, blood rushing to my cheeks, but before i can speak, he cuts me off. “wait, not like that. that came out wrong! what i mean is, i could really go for some food. and maybe getting out of this crowded house.”

“oh- yeah.” i nod, sliding my phone in my pocket. “yeah, that sounds great.”

“great!” he rises from the couch, holding his hand out for me to take; and i do, slipping my hand into his larger, more calloused hold.

he pulls me up from the couch, his grip never faltering as we exit the house with an irish goodbye and head to his car.

he opens the passenger door, finally dropping my hand to allow me to slide in, but i catch his hand flex in my peripheral vision and despite my now cold hand, my heart races in my chest. did i just get my own pride and prejudice moment?

“do you have any special requests on where to eat?” he questions as he starts the car.

“um, no.” i shrug. “anywhere with chicken tenders is fine with me.”

he laughs. “then i know just the place.”

the ride is made in a comfortable silence after that. nothing but the sound of country music flowing through the radio.

Jamie pulls into a diner parking lot, mostly empty due to the late timing, and we head inside, taking a seat in a booth towards the middle of the establishment.

“your chicken tenders, await.” he grins, pointing out the item on the laminated menu, slightly sticky with syrup.

“hey, don’t knock the chicken tenders. they’re an important food group.” i stick out my lip in a fake pout and he chuckles.

“yeah, if you’re ten.”

“oh yeah, well what are you gonna get? a burger?” he opens his mouth to defend himself, but as i raise a brow, he chooses to stay silent, letting out a ‘hmph’

“that’s what i thought.” i grin in triumph as a waitress stops by to take our orders. as soon as she leaves, my phone buzzes in my pocket and i slide it out, huffing a laugh at the text.

***

from: quack-quack 🦆

yo, where’d u go?! u disappeared on me!

***

i show the text to Jamie, who laughs as well.

“guess he did try to come back to us.” he shrugs.

“yeah, three hours after he left us!” i giggle, holding my phone up to take a picture of Jamie, who smiles, his arms crossed on the table.

the photo is the only response Trevor gets, but barely 5 minutes later, interrupting Jamie and i’s heavy debate on which Star Wars movie is the best, i get another text.

***

from: jacky ♥️🖤

why is Z telling me you’re out with a guy? at 11:30 at night?? y/n, go home. now. it’s unsafe and i can’t believe you’re being so reckless. i’ll deal with this in the morning.

***

i roll my eyes, choosing to ignore the text and slip my phone back into my pocket.

“Trevor again?” Jamie asks but i shake my head.

“no, worse. my brother.” i explain as our food arrives.

i smile over at the waitress, muttering out a ‘thank you’ before she retreats.

“you have a brother?” he speaks up as i take a bite of chicken and i nod.

“i have three.” i don’t give him any more information than that. if he’s unaware of who my brothers are, then i don’t want to tell him. not tonight, at least.

“oh damn.” he blows out a breath, his eyes widening. “i have a brother, but i can’t imagine having three. and being the only girl?”

“yeah, they’re pretty protective.”

“do they live here?” he asks, and it feels nice; being able to talk about my family without someone already knowing who they are and pretty much everything about them.

“no.” i shake my head. “one lives in canada, the other two on the east coast.”

he ask me more questions about my family, and i try to keep my answers as vague as possible, while still not being too vague that he thinks i don’t wanna talk about them.

for every question i answer, he gives me a fact about his own family, until the conversation shifts to jobs.

“well obviously you know i’m a hockey player.” he says as i push my now-empty plate away. “do you work?”

“not right now.” i tell him. “i’m focused on school at the moment. i got a full-ride scholarship, because of my grades, so i don’t have to pay for my tuition, and my parents pay for my dorm.

“but because they don’t have to pay for my tuition, they send me a monthly allowance from my college fund so that i don’t have to work and i can focus on my schooling.”

he follows along as i explain, maintaining eye contact.

“that’s cool. it’s good, that you get to focus on your grades.” i yawn as he finishes speaking, attempting to cover it, but he catches on. “oh shit, are you tired?”

“i- just a little bit.” i wince, hoping he doesn’t think i found him boring or anything.

“i can drop you off at your dorm, if you want. i know Trevor picked you up”

i nod as he motions over to the waitress for the check.

“yes, please.” i give in. “i usually wouldn’t mind staying out all night with you, because i’m having a really good time, and you’re so funny and sweet. but, i need to sleep so i can study tomorrow. i have a final on Monday.”

Jamie pays, waving off my offer to pay for my own food, and we exit the diner, climbing back into his car.

the time on his dashboard reads one am and i internally cringe at the idea of having to sneak back into my dorm.

the drive is mainly quiet as i give him directions to my dorm, and i sigh as we pull up in front of the building.

“i had a lot of fun.” i turn to him with a small smile as i unbuckle my seatbelt. “thanks for making tonight a lot less boring, Jamie.”

“yeah, me too.” he nods, “thanks for saving me from drunk Trevor.”

i’m grateful for the darkness of the night sky as he leans over and presses a kiss to my cheek, thanking whatever higher being that he’s unable to see the pink twinge of my cheekbones.

i bid him a goodnight as i exit the car, looking back as i reach the door to the dormitory building, to see him waiting for me to get inside before he leaves. i wave another goodbye, him doing the same as i disappear into the brick building.

i’m blushing, grinning like a lovesick fool the entire elevator ride up to my dorm.

i wonder if he knows how enchanted i was by him. one night together and i’m already thinking about how i would introduce him to my family.

i tiptoe into the dorm room, quiet to try and avoid waking my best friend slash roommate, but my efforts go unappreciated as she’s already sitting up in her bed, waiting for me.

“how was it? were you miserable without me?” Brandy asks from her spot propped against her mountain of pillows. “i bet you were, right?”

but i’m quiet; my mind still stuck on Jamie. he was amazing. so kind, and funny. and he actually asked about me. he genuinely wanted to know about my family and friends, what i liked to do in my free time, and what i wanted to do with my degree.

“oh- i know that look.” Brandy squeals, hopping off her bed and disregarding my half-nakedness in the midst of getting changed into my pajamas, pulling me in for a hug. “who is he? what’s his name? where’s he from? does he have a hot brother?”

“Trevor’s roommate, Jamie, Canada, and he has a brother but i don’t know what he looks like.” i spill, my cheeks red and a wide grin on my lips.

you’d think i just told Brandy i won the lottery with the way she lets out an excited shriek, jumping up and down as i finish changing.

i leave her to get out her excitement as i go wash my face and brush my teeth, but when i’m back, she just seems even more excited.

“tell me all about him!” she demands, hopping back into her bed, turning to face mine as i crawl in and bury myself in my covers.

“he was enchanting.” i sigh, staring up at the popcorn ceiling. “he was so funny, and he was so sweet. we really clicked, Bran.

“we met at the party and spent hours just talking and getting to know each other. and then he took me to this diner, and we spent another hour and a half just talking about our lives. and he doesn’t know who my brothers are! i mean, he knows who they are, obviously, because he plays hockey, but he doesn’t know they’re my brothers.”

“oh sweet angel,” she sighs, and i turn my head to look at her. “you seem so happy.”

her eyes are soft, a gentle smile on her face.

“i am.” i tell her.

“are you gonna see him again?” she questions, laying down under her blankets.

“i don’t know, i—” my mood deflates, my face dropping as realization settles over me. “i didn’t get his number.”

“so ask Trevor for it.” she shrugs, as if it’s easy. and i guess for her, someone who doesn’t have crippling anxiety, it is.

“i can’t.” i shake my head. “that would be so embarrassing. i don’t want Trevor to know i’m interested in his friend. not yet.”

“you’ll see him again, sweet angel.” Brandy assures me, flicking off her lamp. “it’ll work out.”

the room goes dark and quiet, and a mere five minutes later, i can hear her snores fill the room. but i’m still awake.

i grab my phone from where it rests on my bedside table, unlocking it, i’m unsurprised to see it’s two am. i click into my photos app, swiping back and forth between the two pictures i took of Jamie tonight.

questions plague my thoughts.

does he have a girlfriend in canada?

who does he love?

when is he leaving, now that the season is over?

will i ever see him again?

please let this be the very first page of our story.

please don’t let this be where our storyline ends.

i turn off my phone, plugging it in and setting it back on my nightstand. his name echoes through my thoughts, and when i close my eyes, all i picture is him.

please don’t be in love with someone else.

please don’t have somebody waiting on you.

i drift into sleep, my dreams overridden by the same blue eyed, freckled boy that had taken over my mind.

*** TWO MONTHS LATER ***

it’s been months, but i still haven’t moved past that April night with Jamie.

i can be having a normal summer day, and yet some way or another, i’m reminded of the beautiful boy that i spent that night with.

sometimes it’s the blue of the lake water, which reminds me of his eyes. others it’s the color of my coffee in the morning, that reminds me of his hair.

it doesn’t help that nearly all of Trevor’s stories from the past season, include Jamie in some way.

it’s been months, and i still hope to every higher power, that i’ll see him again. that he’s single and hoping to see me too.

i’m sprawled across the couch, my head in my eldest brother’s lap as the guys play chel.

i was reading a book, but that’s been long abandoned; now closed and resting on my chest as i daydream about the freckled disney prince like boy from Anaheim.

“hey.” my trance is broken when Quinn pokes my cheek. i glance up at him, tearing my eyes away from their zoned out glare at the tv. “you okay?”

“yeah, i’m fine.” i give him a small smile. “just wondering where Trevor is and if he can stay there. it’s so quiet.”

Quinn laughs, zoning back into the tv screen as a new game starts between Jack and Cole.

“he went to-” Quinn is cut off by the front door opening and Trevor’s loud voice echoing throughout the house.

“honey, i’m home!” Trevor calls out and Quinn and i share an exasperated glance. “and i brought a guest!”

my brows furrow together at his statement, listening to the two pairs of footsteps that get closer to the living room.

“guys, this is Jamie. you know him from… playing against him.”

my eyes go wide, my head snapping up as i quickly raise myself to a sitting position, accidentally kicking Jack in the groin from my feet having been in his lap.

Jack lets out a groan, doubling over, while Cole laughs and takes that as his chance to score a goal on him in the video game.

“Jimbo, this is Cole, Alex, Quinn, and Jack, who looks like his appendix burst.” Trevor introduces and Jack coughs, holding up his middle finger at his best friend. “and you already know y/n.”

at the mention of my name and the flick of Trevor’s finger towards me, Jamie’s eyes snap to me, a smile on his face.

“hi.” i grin, shuffling to my knees on the couch.

“hey, i’m glad to see you again. i didn’t know you would be here.” Jamie’s eyes light up, crinkling as his smile gets brighter.

“it’s her brothers’ house Jimmy, of course she’ll be here.” Trevor laughs, slapping Jamie’s back, whose eyes go wide as he realizes.

“oh- these are your brothers? you didn’t say they played hockey.” Jamie chuckles awkwardly.

“what?” Jack huffs from behind me. “not only have you met him? but you didn’t tell him about your dear old brothers?”

Jack wraps an arm around the front of my shoulders, pulling me back into him and ruffling my hair.

“get off me, jackass!” i break free from his hold, making him laugh. “i didn’t tell him who you are, but i did tell him how annoying you are.”

Jack gasps in mock offense, reaching out for me, but i clamber into Quinn’s lap.

“keep him away, Quinny!” i shriek, making all the guys laugh.

“Jack, leave her alone.” Quinn chuckles and Jack slumps back on his seat, rolling his eyes.

“you two are no fun.”

“hey mini Hughes?” Trevor starts, plopping down into the seat beside Jack. “you mind showing Jimmy to the empty room? i wanna beat Cole’s ass at chel.”

“sure.” i rise from Quinn’s lap, sending a smile towards Jamie as i motion for him to follow me. he picks up his suitcase, shuffling behind me through the house and up the stairs until i lead him into the empty room beside mine.

“here ya go. your room for the… however long you’re here.” he chuckles at my words, setting his suitcase down on the bed before he turns to me.

“ya know, i was hoping i’d see you again.” he confesses, my cheeks turning pink.

“yeah?” he nods, “me too.”

“i was enchanted to meet you that night.” his hand grabs ahold of mine, lacing our fingers together. “and then i realized i didn’t get your number, and it felt too weird to get it from Trevor. so, i was really hoping i would run into you next season, but here you are now.”

“here i am.” i bite my lip, glancing down at his lips before back at his eyes.

“would you wanna go out while i’m here?” he asks shyly. “like, on a real date?”

“i would love that, Jamie.” i take the chance while i feel bold, wrapping my arms around his neck, his following suit and coiling around my waist.

“yeah?” he replies giddily, his voice filled with excitement and nerves.

“yeah. i’d love that a lot.” his eyes flicker down to my lips before his tongue darts out to wet his own.

“hey, Jamie?” my words earn me a distracted hum in return. “you finally gonna kiss me now?”

“oh yeah.” he nods, causing me to giggle.

his head dips down, our noses brushing as his lips finally press against mine. my entire body melts into his, my hands cupping the back of his neck to pull him closer. our lips fit together perfectly, fire spreading throughout my body at the feeling.

and all i can think, is how enchanting this feeling is.

[jimhopperlova]

What about a hot but sweet story, when hopper is your dad best friend and he comes a lot at your house you can’t take your eyes off him he can’t take his eyes off you, until one day he confessed his feelings for you and you do it too and you get together not caring about the age gap and what you’re people will think. Thank you 🫶🫶

- Secrets (18+)

omg thank you for this request! because of character development, im thinking a 2 or three parter. but this is *chefs kiss*. no smut in this one, but part 2.. yesh.

Pairing(s): dads best friend!jim hopper, fem!reader

Summary: your dad’s best friend has come over again, but it’s different this time. reader and jim can feel the tension between the two of them, sneakily catching each other’s eye contact.

Warning(s): large age gap (hop is 41, reader is 19), mentions of and masturbation (m receiving), mentions of oral (m receiving).

once again, thank you for this reguest! im excited for this journey.

for the past year or so, the chief has been coming over to your home a lot more than usual. sure, him and your dad have been best friends since high school, so you would see him every once in a while. but, the past year has been different. jim would come by atleast twice a week, chatting with your dad and the three of you playing card games. the two of you holding eye contact longer than usual. you didn’t know if it was just you, but you could practically sense the tension.

today was the big 4th of july party your dad was hosting. he was inviting everyone he could possibly think of. the whole town was invited, and more than welcome to stay for the fireworks since you had a good view of them from your home. you sighed loudly, trying to get as much stuff out to the picnic table he had in his yard.

“don’t drop it!” your dad yelled out, and you could only roll your eyes. you’re trying the best you could!

“i’m trying the best i can, dad!” you shrieked out, holding onto the hot crockpot full of those tiny weenies with barbecue sauce (you had no idea what they were actually called and calling them tiny weenies made you laugh. maybe you were a little immature).

“you’re doing great, sweetie. thanks for the help.” you heard the words of your dad before you set down the crock pot, hearing a vehicle pulling up. you looked up to notice it none other than the chief’s blazer. you felt yourself blushing a little, but paid no attention to the thoughts in your mind. he was early, no? before you knew it, he was walking out of the vehicle, clad in his police uniform. that uniform really did fit him well.

“oh, hey jimbo! what brings ya here early?” your dad spoke loudly, and the chief could only chuckle. he smirked towards your way before slowly approaching you two, taking the hat off slowly off of his head, holding it in his hand. you stepped away from the crock pot to stand next to your dad.

“what did i say about calling me jimbo?” the chief asked your dad who could only chuckle and give the chief a hug. you sighed and ran your finger through your hair, only before making your way closer to the scene. “thought i’d stop by since i had a free minute and see if you guys needed any help. but it seems muscles has it handled.” the chief spoke, and you could only let out a small laugh.

“yeah.. we got it. i’m sure dad here wouldn’t mind the extra help, of course..” you spoke out before you looked down. you bit your lip, wondering if asking him something would be prying too much. “you comin’ today? or are you too busy with chief of police things?” you asked and of course the chief could only chuckle and smirk, flashing those soft dimples over at you.

“well.. today out of all days i should be at the station. but.. i’m the chief of police, i can do whatever i want,” the chief spoke, still looking at you with his infamous smirk. you could only smile and laugh softly, looking back up at him. “so.. yep. i’ll be here. can’t miss those infamous hawkins fireworks,” the chief spoke the last sentence almost too sarcastically, and you could only laugh at that. “oh, and the little smokies.” the chief laughed and your dad could only smile. you looked back at the chief who then flashed another soft smile at you, the two of your eyes meeting. you blushed under the intense gaze of the chief, trying to kid yourself. ‘he’s only doing this because he’s being friendly, not because he likes you. what are you, stupid?’ you told yourself before your dad rid jimbo goodbye, and all you could do was wave. you went back inside to gather up all of the other food your dad had out and started to bring it to the picnic table.

see, you really were oblivious. the past year, the chief has looked at you in a different way than he ever has before. he didn’t know if it was the way you joked with him about being an old man, soft food fights in the kitchen when your dad is too lazy to cook so leaves you and the chief to do it. “not the mash potatoes!” your voice shrieked as you laughed, throwing mash potatoes back at the chief. jim could only laugh before the two of you threw the mash potatoes back at one another. and then, you got close to him. maybe too close. that was when he realized he had real feelings for you. your lips were merely inches away, and the teenager in him told him to just kiss you right there and then. but with your father in the other room, he had to pull himself away.

the chief would fantasize about you way too more than he would like to admit. that smile on your face everytime he teased you, that soft laugh, the way your skin would brush his when you had to make your way around the kitchen. that one time he could have kissed you if he wanted to. he was also kidding himself. you were merely the age of 19, and your father was his best friend. he knew it was wrong, but he simply couldn’t help himself. late at night when he couldn’t sleep, it was all you in his thoughts. working up a sweat, stroking his cock to get himself off to the thought of you.. it was simply a dirty sight. and again, late at night, it might have been wrong, but fuck, it was you. the chief knew all too well about what you did with your spare time. you weren’t innocent by any means, but you try to be around your father. it was adorable.

finally, everything was set up for the night. you and your father exchanged a high five, and before you knew it, more and more people started to show up. the wheelers, joyce and her kids, dustin henderson and his mother, the sinclair family, benny hammond, i mean.. everyone was here. your father couldn’t stop saying hi to everyone, as he was ecstatic. you laughed softly at the exchanges before you made your way inside your home. you had decided to wear something festive tonight for america celebrating. you settled on some red white and blue summer dress, letting your hair match with the outfit. when you were all dressed, you took a moment for yourself. all this hardwork was paying off thankfully. you sat down on the couch, letting out a long sigh. you were already exhausted, and you hadn’t been able to say hi to the kids. you flipped on the tv, subconsciously getting yourself a little break. you should socialize, but you really weren’t the social kind.

as you watched the tv show, you didn’t even hear the chief waltz in. when you did, he was chuckling at the sight of you. you shot up and looked at the chief who was smirking slightly down at you. you rolled your eyes and shook your head, looking up at him.

“don’t even talk about my outfit,” you spoke. the chief only laughed and sat down next to you on the couch. he really was close, now. you did your best to not let your mind wander about how he showed up. he still was in his uniform, but he had the fresh scent of cologne and cigarettes. for some reason, that really had you going. “why aren’t you out there with my dad?” you asked him, curiosity getting the best of you.

“he’s talking with everyone, thought it was better i come find you,” the chief spoke before watching the tv show was on. “magnum P.I. ..really?” the chief asked you with a soft chuckle, and you could only shake your head. you playfully swatted in the arm and laughed.

“it was just on! this is how america celebrates, chief,” you told the chief who could only snicker. he was looking at you now, but not just looking.. he was staring. you swallowed past the lump in your throat, the nerves getting the better of you. you stared back, trying to read him. why was he staring at you? did you have something in your teeth? “jim..” you started to speak, only before you heard the voice of your father.

“hey, we are about ready to eat. what’s going on here?” your father spoke now, both you and jim immediately looking away from one another. you heard the chief let out a soft cough before looking up at your dad.

“erm.. watching magnum p.i. this is how america celebrates, (y/f/n)!” the chief spoke up, and you immediately shook your head and swatted him across the arm. your father could only chuckle and made the chief leave you alone again. fuck. what was all that about? it made you a quivering mess. your face was a bright red and now your stomach was full of butterflies. the palms of your hands were now all so sweaty. you decided to take the world by storm and actually socialize with the kids, maybe play a round of d&d with them.

“and the demogorgon appears! what are you going to do, red ranger?” the voice of mike wheeler yelled out to his friends. will, dustin, and lucas all sat with amused grins on their faces as you approached the picnic table. atleast your dad was able to use the other picnic table for the food and one for the kids’ sharades. you laughed softly as the kids all looked at you, bright smiles on their faces.

“(y/n)! you gonna attack the demogorgon with us?” dustin had asked you, will and lucas looking up at you with smiles on their faces. meanwhile, mike was unamused by your interruption.

“yeah! we could totally use your skills!” lucas then spoke, before will agreed. you looked over at mike with a soft smirk, silently asking his permission.

“.. you always interrupt at such bad times,” mike shook his head before letting out a sigh. he grabbed your character sheet from the book and handed it to you, as well as some dice. “fine. but if you’re playing, you’re in for the long haul.” mike spoke, and you instantly laughed.

“oh.. we’re going to kill this demogorgon.” you spoke before sitting down next to lucas, and the kids all cheered. well, except mike. he was always so controlling as a dm, and you didn’t really understand. oh well, he still let you join last minute. fast forward a bit later, there you were, shaking the d-20 in your hand, hoping to go for the kill.

“.. and now, lady kabob rolls the dice, hoping to destroy what lies ahead of her and her compadres..” mike details, as everyone watches in despair. hands placed together, begging that lady kabob does not mess this up. your hand then lets go of the dice, watching as it slowly rolls, almost in slow motion. and finally.. a 19 was shown on the dice. you and your team mates all cheered, high fiving each other, finally killing the demogorgon that lays in your way. you laughed softly before your dad interrupted.

“alright, kiddos, time for you to eat now. that includes you, lady kabob.” your father spoke and you rolled your eyes at the character name you chose for yourself. you were sure your dad would rather see you draw or something rather than play dungeons and dragons. but you didn’t care, it was fun. you stood from the spot and picnic table and bid your friends a soft goodbye before grabbing a paper plate. you laid some little weenies, and a burger on your plate, decorating the burger with the condiments you enjoyed on your burger. you then took a seat next to your dad who was in some kind of conversation with the chief.

“we were just talking about the adventures of lady kabob. dare i ask?” the chief now asked you. you looked across at him with sort of a glare and a shake of your head. you laughed softly at the mention of your d&d name.

“it’s just dungeons and dragons! i enjoy playing with the kids, so what?” you told the chief before you dug into the food. the three of you made soft conversation while you ate, and finally, it was nearing dark.

you were currently hanging out with the kids again, but this time the four of you played hide and seek with the walkie talkies. when you felt that familiar feeling in your bladder, you handed the walkie to mike and said you had to take a leak. mike of course had his disgusted face and emitted out a ‘ew’ and shooed you away. you laughed and made your way to the bathroom in your home. you opened the door without knocking (oh, you should have), and the scene in front of you was something you didn’t think you would ever see.

‘urgh- shit,’ the chief was currently going to town on his cock. long strokes and soft moans were heard. you thought you were dreaming, but you had to pinch yourself and alas.. it was real. very real. especially when the chief turned his head and noticed you there. your eyes went wide, and that familiar pit in your stomach was doing flips. you just wanted to pee!

“fuck, uhm.. i uh.. sorry.” you squeaked out and shut the door. upstairs it is, then. you couldn’t move, though. you were shaking through your pants. not only did you just see your dad’s best friend jerking off, but he.. he looked hot doing it. your thoughts were now clouded with the way jim was moaning, his eyesbrows knitted together in pleasure.. what was he thinking about? no, you couldn’t think like that. because if it was anyone but you, you would feel this deep feeling of hurt. what were you kidding? of course he was thinking of someone else. he was your dad’s best friend, you were positive he thought it was wrong and only looked at you like a kid. oh how you wish you were older.

throughout the night until fireworks, you were awkwardly sat at one of the picnic tables, sneakily drinking a beer out of your dad’s cooler. your dad was cool in that aspect. he let you drink as much as you wanted, but only asked if you were going to drink more than one to be home. the chief was nowhere to be found, and honestly you were glad about that. you didn’t know if you could talk to the chief normally after the scene you just saw. sure, you knew that boys will be boys and that they do that often, you just didn’t expect.. to see the chief masturbating in your bathroom.

“alright kiddo, time for the fireworks.” your dad hummed out and you nodded, looking up at the sky. your dad then walked away from your vision, leaving you alone in your thoughts. you took a sip of the disgusting alcohol before you watched the chief come closer to you, his hat now hung on his head. you felt that clammy feeling in your throat, not thinking that this moment would come so fast.

“anyone sittin’ there?” the chief asked you. you looked at him and paused. he shouldn’t sit next to you, if anything. you shook your head ‘no’ anyway, and before you knew it he sat next to you. you smelt that familiar scent of beer, cigarettes, and cologne radiating off his body. he was so.. enthralling. that scent was so addicting, and the way he sauntered in that uniform and looked down at you was something else, especially with that scene in the bathroom. you couldn’t help but think of yourself in there with him, him looking down at you as you ever so lovingly sucked on that big cock of his. eyebrows knitted in pleasure, that small bead of sweat falling off of his forehead. “hello?” you suddenly heard the voice of jim ponder your brain, thinking you were day dreaming again. but instead, you weren’t. you swallowed past the thickness that came up in your throat again, and let out a soft cough.

“oh, uh.. sorry chief. i was, uhm.. distracted.” you spoke and the chief could only chuckle softly. of course you were distracted, why wouldn’t you be?

“distracted by what? i’m sure i have an idea,” jim spoke before he took a sip of his own beer in his hand. you looked over at him, that familiar feeling of your body on fire. palms sweating profusely, realizing just how close the chief was to you. he englufed your senses, the beer not smelling like it usually did. “i want to apologize for uhm.. jerking off in your bathroom. it wasn’t professional of me.” the chief spoke, finally speaking about the elephant in the room. you practically choked on your beer and laughed awkwardly.

“i mean- if uh.. you were d-distracted by uh.. a w-woman here and didn’t want to uh.. walk around with a um.. b-boner, i mean i can’t uhm, blame you.” you stumbled on your words, looking away from the chief and back to your beer. you took a drink of it, trying to not think of the conversation at hand. where were these damn fireworks? the chief could only laugh at your words and shake his head, looking at you. thoughts persuaded in his own head, trying his best to not kiss you. but you were.. right there. and those lips were.. merely inches from his own. he cleared his throat before speaking again.

“well.. i appreciate the concern,” jim spoke roughly again, before looking around. the yard was fluttered with people, he was afraid of what would happen if he told his feelings in front of the townsfolk. he had an idea, hoping you would go for it. “uh.. follow me, would ya?” jim then asked you. you looked at him wide eyed, and hesitantly followed him. he lead you to the other side of the house, looking around. everyone was too concerned about the fireworks, no doubt his own radio was going off. he looked down at you, and softly pulled the hair that was over your face back behind your ear.

“jim..?” you looked up at him, in hopes that this was what you thought it was. was he about to..?

“shh,” jim told you before he found your lips with his. your eyes went wide with want, need. your arms found his neck, and instantly wrapped them around it. he held your face in his large hands, captured by your touch. your lips were exactly how he imagined. sweet, plump.. it fit his like a puzzle piece. he didn’t want to stop, especially when the fireworks went off from behind you. you laughed softly in the kiss, at the cheesy way of him expressing how he felt. “what?” he mumbled out into the kiss, before capturing your lips again. he wanted you. no, he needed you. he needed you to be full of him. his touch, his scent, his.. everything.

“nothing, it’s just.. cheesy.” you explained to him, and he finally let your lips go. he looked at you, the colors of red white and blue flashing against your face. you looked beautiful.

“well.. uh, i gotta go. say bye to your dad for me.” jim spoke softly before kissing the top of your head, walking away from you. you watched as he hopped in his blazer and headed towards what you assumed was the station. suddenly, you were oulled from your trance.

“what are you doin’ back here? come on, you’re gonna miss the fireworks!” your dad interrupted before dragging you back to look at the fireworks. you laughed softly to yourself. you will never look at fireworks the same again.

[david-goldrock]

A song explaining nethanyahu's trials

It is based on the song "I did it" by Jimbo Jay, which talks about the expirience of a freed solider, and also criticises the usage of the word "do" instead of the correct verb (did instead of played, smoked, had sex with etc.)

translation:

I did it * 13 what is "I bribed"? I did a favor I helped some friend with visa buisness Didn't google him, they say he's a milioner Firgen a champaign, a jewel for the wife (firgen is a verb meaning had given respect and gave something) So I did respect for him, It's a way of life later I did a meeting with Nony (Moses, the owner of the news site Walla) write that I am a dreamy PM And I will close Israel Hayom (A different news site, funded mainly by bibi, competing with him) But I did a prank on him, it isn't for real for nothing Ari Haro pressed record (A key withness) It's all on political grounds I swear I didn't

do \ did it * 7 n't did it * 7

what is "I Combined?" (Combina, from the word "combine" in english, meaning a sleasy and cheap deal) I did a deal! I got from Merkel a pretty wonderous price for a bunch of submarines that we really don't need But you "don't do the math" when it comes to security Financial security for my cousin, Shimron Who by the way never told me anything Not him, and not the commander of the navy when they asked me "are you related to the deal?" I did, I did a fool's face I said "Me? I am not related to that What's a submarine? is it something at sea? Ask the (judicial) advisor that I appointed I am telling you, I didn't"

do \ did it * 7 n't did it * 7

(my favorite part of the song, stops talking about the trials and starts to talk about:)

But leave that aside for the moment. I didn't do peace, no give or takes, I didn't do much about the reactor in Iran I didn't do anything to decrease the differences (between social classes) I didn't do anything to lower the prices So how did I win elections anyway? I did what I know how to do (turned and did are the same word here, and the meaning is turned the public opinion of) I turned police to liars The Prison service to cowards The Supreme court to subversives The leftists to traitors The handicapped to traffic I defecated on the President I turned half of my people to sours (also pickles, referencing a speech he made in which he talked this way about anyone who isn't poor) In short I:

Incited * 32

[hummingbird-of-light]

In Our Favor

Part 323

McCoy

Between McCoy and Scotty, they quickly told Christine and Roger what had happened.

“I wonder who the poor guy he mistook you for is,” said Roger.

“And what he did to the guy,” Christine said with a shake of her head. “What a mess.”

“Glad you’re alright though,” Roger added as he looked over at the prince.

“It was not fun,” McCoy agreed, a hand rubbing across his knee.

“I suppose we should get out of your hair.” Christine gave a tight smile. “I have messages to send out after all, and we’ll see you soon enough.” Her smile turned embarrassed.

“It’s alright Chris,” Scotty reassured her. “I would have had to tell him something later anyway.”

McCoy flopped on his back on the bed as the door closed behind the pair. He let out a sigh, then glanced up at Scotty.

“Come here.” McCoy opened his arms. Scotty came over and laid down beside him. The prince pulled him close. “It’s just always something with me, isn’t it?” he said softly. “I’m sorry.”

“No- Len—”

“Someday maybe I can just be me. Not Prince Leonard, not some royal person everyone thinks they have to protect. Maybe the sooner I’m a doctor everyone will let that side of me be.” His eyes closed tight in frustration.

“Oh love.” Scotty’s fingers trailed gently along McCoy’s cheek.

“And I know it upset you today.” McCoy opened his eyes again and gave his head a shake. “No,” he stopped Scotty. “It upset me too. It sent me right back to that brig. But this time we were together. Thank you.” The last words came out a whisper.

If Scotty answered, McCoy didn’t hear it as he buried his head in against Scotty’s chest.

“What do you want to do now?” the prince asked a moment later, as he pulled back to look at Scotty.

Scotty blinked at him for a moment.

“Whatever ye want to do mo ghràdh.”

McCoy nodded slowly. “Forget?” he asked, raising a brow slowly. Scotty nodded back in agreement, then kissed him.

“Aye, forget.”

“When is dinner?” McCoy asked as they cuddled up together under the covers. Neither had pulled much clothing back on, and McCoy crowded closer to Scotty for the warmth.

Scotty chuckled as he put an arm around McCoy. “We’ve got some time still. I’ll let ye know when ye’ve got to get yer pants back on.”

“You like me without pants,” McCoy grinned. “We could read?”

“We could read,” Scotty agreed.

McCoy turned away to reach for his nightstand and their book sitting on it.

“I’ll read,” Scotty said, reaching for the book from McCoy. “I can do that at least since our other plans got changed.”

“Ok.”

McCoy snuggled back in and let the story flow over him as Scotty found their place and began.

Part 324

Scotty

"There you are at last! We were getting worried!" Jaylah immediately ran up to Scotty and Leonard when they finally found the place where the friends had prepared the picnic and hugged them.

"Sorry. Scotty forgot his PADD and wasn't sure which meeting point you had arranged. And the park isn't exactly small," Leonard explained and Jaylah gave Scotty a quick glance. The Scotsman shrugged his shoulders apologetically.

"How are you, Just Leonard? Are you okay? Christine and Roger have told us everything." Worry lines appeared on Jaylah's forehead and Leonard just waved his hand away.

"Oh, I'm fine. Don't worry. The knee is as good as new."

Their alien friend's gaze slid down to the knee in question and she scrutinized it critically. She didn't seem too sure.

"Are you certain? Can you walk like you used to?"

"I can. The regen worked wonders."

"Hey! Are you coming already? We're starving over here!"

When they heard Jim's voice and saw the blond boy grinning and waving from a distance, the three of them slowly started moving.

"You don't starve that quickly, kid," Leonard said as they arrived and sat down with their friends. Jim just laughed.

"Oh, you don't know my stomach very well, Bones. Besides, I've eaten very little during the day so that I can fill my stomach at this little party."

"That hardly surprises me, Jimbo," Scotty replied, rolling his eyes. Jim just grinned at him.

"All right then... Shall we talk about what happened today or would you rather not think about it?" Uhura gave Leonard a questioning look and he didn't think twice about it.

"Option 2: definitely don't think about it anymore. I'm sure it'll come up often enough in the next few days. So let's just enjoy the evening together, shall we?"

Everyone agreed.

"Well then... what's nice to eat?" Leonard looked at the many baskets with interest and Scotty grinned. Apparently, Jim wasn't the only one who was hungry.

"We've all brought something. Each of us has tried to cook a classic dish from our respective traditions," Chekov explained.

"Oh, that sounds great!" A wide, enthusiastic smile crossed Leonard's lips as he watched everyone pull out their food.

"It was Scottish boy's idea." Even Aporal had cooked something from his home country. And Scotty was just happy that he had come at all. Slowly, but surely he was really starting to become a part of the crew.

Leonard's gaze drifted to Scotty and the latter one smiled gently.

"I just figured it was something that would bring us all even closer together."

The prince nodded, then frowned a bit.

"I'm sure it does. Unfortunately I don't have anything from Georgiares here."

That caused everyone to exchange smiles.

"Well... but maybe we have something. Happy birthday!"

Leonard's eyes widened in surprise when Christine and Jaylah pulled a pie from one of the baskets. He couldn't believe it.

"Is that–"

"A peach pie, yes it is. Leah sent the fruits and recipe to us and we baked it this morning," Uhura said with a smile.

"With our help, of course," Jim added, pointing at himself and Spock.

Leonard just shook his head in disbelief, smiling while he did so.

"That's... that's amazing. Thank you so much!"

[curly-capt]

Hello Curly how are you kiddo?

You were always my favourite friend of Jimmy’s he always seemed calmer and less (violent) around you. Congrats on your job as a captain me and the Mrs. Were genuinely ecstatic when we got the news from Jimbo. It may not seem like it but he cares for you more than he admits he’s always going like “Curly this Curly that.

You’re amazing kid never forget it I’m so proud of you

-jimmys dad

Oh my, Hi Jimmy's dad! I'm okay. Someone stole my hair, but I'm getting it back currently.

And really? Honestly, I wonder if he likes me at all sometimes, haha! Thank you so much!! You and your wife have always been lovely people, and your son is a lovely man.

Again, thank you so much for the support, really!

... Thank you for being proud of me, Sir. It means more than you know.

[vocaloightmares]

Part 1 of the TW Lore (V.1), "Pre-S1":

Note: This, and parts 2—, will be separated into two perspectives: Teen Troupe (TT) and Pavere Carnival (PC).

TT

On the dawn of his 300th mission to become a LSW, Lance was sent to Venice, Italy to capture his notorious enemy and then-ringleader of the Pavere Carnival, Karakumo. Although he is a bit conflicted about it since he has been tormented numerous times by her, the Carnival of Venice happening on the same day was a distraction for Lance at least.

So, as a masqueraded Kid Wing, Lance flew over to his destination to enjoy the festivities while reluctantly searching for his target. However, he began to notice something odd about how the festival's visitors acted around him. In fact, Lance had a bad feeling that Karakumo's presence was near, and it was confirmed when the carnival was staged in, according to Lance, a "clever and meticulous fashion."

After a pretty insulting confrontation courtesy of his target, Lance got into a dance fight with Karakumo. Throughout the scene, the future LSW observed his nemesis' movements were more graceful than previous battles. He was unsure if this was just part of the mood in the environment he was in, or if Karakumo was being nice for once.

A yank on the arm (unnecessarily) dragged Lance out from his thoughts and the applause from the unconscious carnival visitors began to fade in the background.

Once he was pulled into a secluded area of a palace, Karakumo not only commended the LSW's moves, but also offered to be his partner-in-crime. It felt like a slap on the face: Lance does not take kindly to his nemesis' past nuisances. But Karakumo explained her reason: she was looking for someone that can stop her boss from conjuring a "great nightmare," and Lance fits the criteria perfectly. Additionally, she wanted to leave her former workplace (Pavere Carnival) after disagreeing with her boss' new rules. He thought this was just an act to get away from him forever, but there was something in Karakumo's tone that convinced the LSW to team up with her. Moreover, he is unsure what this "great nightmare" his nemesis was referring too but wants to know more about the Pavere Carnival's inner workings.

Eventually, Lance decided to establish her position as a Super Wing due to his former nemesis' promising care around children (despite scaring them "for fun") during a cautious period of internship. As a result, the two SWs' relationship improved and got to know each other personally better. Then, Lance and Mari gave life to a hyperactive grape named Vicky.

Because both are working actively as SWs, Lance assigned Grand Albert (one of his colleagues and friends) to look after Vicky until Lance and Mari came back; this won't apply if either parent went on a mission, and Vicky was left under the care of the other. From there, their daughter would become friends with Ellie, who her grandfather would often take to work due to Ellie's undying curiosity of the world.

However, things began to go downhill: Karakumo promised to Lance she would introduce a special student of hers to him and Vicky in the latter's birthday. But on that day, Jimbo declared Mari as MIA because she has not reported to work for a few days without a reason.

A search party composing of Lance (who volunteered) and the other Super Wings flew across the world for signs of Mari. Meanwhile, Vicky was left wondering why her mom did not show up and who her “special student” is. Regardless, Ellie was there to comfort her devastated friend.

Once his luck ran out, Lance resigned his position as a Super Wing and he and Vicky “disappeared” from the face of Earth. But the ex-LSW kept his wife’s words and vows to search for more individuals that can combat the Pavere Carnival’s boss, thus leading to the creation of Teen Troupe, while taking care of Vicky.

Yet, he was struck by a dark period of his life: Lance abandoned his KW identity (which his daughter is unaware of during this time) and cut off contact with Mari's family members aside his and Vicky. The latter tried to cheer her dad up while doing her own part of the recruitment work for the troupe.

PC

The Pavere Carnival fascinated Inei, an artistic plane with an interest for the weird and ugly. Specifically, he was drawn to the attention of the carnival's ringleader, Karakumo, growing up. She was the personification of arachnophobia, one of the world's common fears that involved Inei's favorite insect: the spider.

He wanted to become a Pavere Carnie, but Akumu was strongly against the idea. She heard rumors about the carnival's manager's shady practices, and Mari provided evidence to her sister. But why she didn't leave the carnival bewildered and frustrated Akumu. Regardless, Inei didn't believe his mother and aunt's claims. He then signed up for the Pavere Carnival and was taken under the internship of Karakumo.

During their time together, she and Inei became mentor and mentee respectively, and the latter created an alternate identity for himself: Rakumo. He awed Karakumo's work and looked forward to work under her leadership.

Meanwhile, the true leader of the Pavere Carnival, Layla, was distraught and disappointed when she received news of Billy Willy's death.

Her cousin’s gadgets were frightening enough to cause city-wide destruction and yet? He was defeated by a mere plane! Perhaps Billy didn’t instill enough fear on his opponents, and it was something Layla wanted to fix and implement on herself and the Pavere Carnies. Moreover, she noticed her attraction hasn’t gotten enough attention due to the spread of influencers.

So, because her carnies weren’t being scary enough, Layla initiated a new set of rules that departed from the “fun” trait the Pavere Carnival once boasted.

However, this made Karakumo, Layla’s then-second in command, disagree and she began to work differently than before. This made the ringleader's boss irritated, and the two had conversations together regarding this during closing hours.

A couple of months later, an ecstatic Karakumo wanted to introduce Rakumo to her newly formed family on the day of her daughter's birthday. The young Pavere Carnie was surprised but curious about his mentor's family. Karakumo never mentioned having one since Rakumo met her in-plane, and she apologized for the lack of proper training in the past few months, so it is assumed she was engaged with someone.

Perhaps his mentor's family has a fascination with Earth's strange side like him too!

On the day Karakumo would be picking him up to go to the party, Rakumo was baffled at the broken promise. He tried calling her several times, but it did not go through her radio. Soon, his fears were confirmed when Layla announced their ringleader has disappeared and the Pavere Carnival will be closed today to sort the matter out.

Like Vicky, Rakumo was devastated at the loss of his mentor. Additionally, he was furious that Karakumo's family was careless enough to take her life. The young Pavere Carnie trained on his own vigorously while the whereabouts of Karakumo slowly fed onto his strength.

One day, Rakumo was called to his boss' office and Layla, having to notice his close relationship with Karakumo, offered to take over her position as the Pavere Carnival's ringleader for the time being. Due to his strong loyalty under Karakumo's wing, Rakumo immediately sworn himself to the role and swore vengeance against the person, or plane, that took his mentor away.

But an ongoing suspicion about his mother's claims being accurate conflicted with Rakumo's anger. In fact, the ringleader position was advantageous to uncover information about Karakumo's disappearance and find out if Layla had a role in his mentor's case.

Nevertheless, it was quite buried under Rakumo's daily ringleading and training to become the most feared of the Pavere Carnival, while searching for his mentor's captor...or killer (Rakumo didn't want to describe as that).

[thetragicallynerdy]

Alright, I'm back for one more for the wip folder game: jim ed modern flower shop tattoo parlour biker au ☺️

Ooooh yes yes!!!! I think I've rambled about this one elsewhere, but I can't find it, so here you go! This one is a long sad t4t Jim/Ed modern au where the gist is:

Ed, recently divorced from Stede, gets in a bar fight with a homophobe. Jim saves his ass and takes him home because he's too drunk to remember his new address

They become friends, and eventually lovers. Very much a vibe of Ed coaxing feral cat Jim into a relationship with love and good food.

Jim in this one has multiple warrants out for their arrest, and is a little stuck in "I need to kill the remaining few siete gallos, but fuck, I'm so tired of it." They work under the table at a bar, have basically no connections besides Ed, and are just scraping by.

Ed is also trying to rebuild after divorce, making a new home etc.

There are a lot of mental health and trauma vibes with both of them.

Eventually Jim gets stabbed, saved by Ed, loses their shitty bar job, and gets offered a job in Stede's flower shop (Stede is still good friends with Ed, or at least, they're rebuilding the friendship). Ed, meanwhile, is a tattoo artist with a shop nearby. So, the tattoo parlour/flower shop aspect is VERY loose.

This one also features Jim who hasn't had an actual relationship or friendship like, ever, and is terrified of commitment and always ready to run, and pretends Ed is just their FWB until they can't anymore. Very "yeah we're fucking but I won't say I love you or call you my partner for 75 thousand words" vibe

It's my baby. This is absolutely my most self indulgent h/c fanfic. No idea when it'll be finished but I adore it so much have I said I love it so much??

Anyway here's a snippet XD

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Jim struggles to sit up on their shitty mattress on the floor, and it makes Edward doubly glad that they let him make a copy of their key. They look like shit still, hollow cheeks and skin that still hasn't regained all its colour.

"You're here early." Their voice is a slur, and he frowns, not sure if it's because they just woke up or if something is wrong.

"Last appointment of the day got cancelled, thought I'd come over. Sit the fuck back down, don't get up, I can come to you."

They slump back down with an audible sigh, waiting until he makes his way over and sits on the bed beside them. When he kisses them they relax into it, hand curling around his thigh in a way that feels lovely. Like maybe they're starting to feel comfortable with casual touch that's doesn't lead to something more. Like maybe they're starting to feel comfortable with him, with them, together.

"How're you feeling?" he asks softly when he pulls away.

They yawn, blinking when their jaw clicks together again. "Okay. Fucking tired, man." The hand on his thigh edges higher. "I don't think I can do a ton, but you can ride my mouth, if you want. Or my hand."

He stares at them. "What?"

"That's why you're here, right?" They yawn again, barely bothering to cover it with an elbow. "So we can have sex."

It hurts far, far more than it should. He forces a laugh, picking their hand off his thigh and dropping it back to the bed. "I was there when the doctor spoke to you, Jimbo, six weeks until you can do strenuous activity." When they open their mouth to argue he taps them on the nose. "Which means you've still got five fucking weeks to go."

They look terribly lost, which hurts even more than the assumption. "... then why are you here? You only come over to hook up."

To hook up. As though they hadn't been practically dating for months, now. Fuck. Fuck.

He thinks bitterly about how he'd told Stede that Jim was his friend, and wonders when he got so good at underselling things. Does Jim even think that the two of them are that much?

Instead of asking he hefts the backpack still in his hands up. "Well, now I'm here for movies and dinner. Pick one while I get started on the soup."

Jim stares at him like he has two heads. "Soup?"

"Yes, dummy, soup. You know, delicious meal with broth and vegetables thats easy on the stomach? I'm making you enough to last the week. Brought you groceries too. Those muffins that you like."

They look down at the backpack in their hands, face twisting for one brief moment before settling into careful neutrality. “… you didn’t have to do that.”

“Sure I did.” He leans in, presses a kiss to their forehead before pushing himself to his feet and heading for the groceries left by the door. He doesn’t want to see whatever their face does next, isn’t sure he could take it. “That’s what friends do, mate. Take care of each other.”

He doesn’t see it, but he hears it.

“Oh,” Jim says, voice soft and small. “Okay.”

If anyone feels like dropping me an ask for the WIP folder game, my long list of WIP titles is here!

[ajwrites52]

BATOBER 2023 DAY 2-TORN

“He’s ready for you sir.” said the Arkham Guard as Commissioner Gordon stood before him. Jim took a deep breath and entered the interrogation room to meet with his person of interest.

OCTOBER 31st 11:30 PM

DING!

There it was, the sound of the silver coin as it flew through the air before landing in his right hand. Jim just grimaced as he saw Harvey sitting at the table with his face hidden in shadows, nothing visible but his unmarked hand and the silver coin flipping around in the air.

“Happy Halloween Jimbo.” Harvey caught the coin during its last toss in the air. He then placed it on the back of his scarred left hand and looked at Jim with his two different colored eyes. “Heads or Tails?”

“I’m not gonna answer that Harv, we both know that the house always wins.” Jim takes a seat across from Harvey/Two-Face and places a deck of cards from his pocket and shuffles them.

Harvey chuckles at Jim’s response as he relaxes in the chair, “So… where’s the big man?

Jim deals his hand and smirks as he deals Harvey’s hand before starting the game.

“He’s running a bit late, friend. But by my estimate…”

CREAK!

“Sorry I’m late.” Batman emerged from the door, the two men took notes of the scarring on his suit and that part of his cape was still on fire. Jim dealt Batman his hand, as the caped Crusader took his seat. “Who’s dealing?”

DING!!

“You know the rules Bats, heads or tails?” Two-Face caught the coin and held his fist outwards towards the two men.

“Heads, Harvey.” Two-Face chuckled as he opened his palm to show the unmarked side of his trademark coin.

“Fine. It was Jimbo’s turn anway, now then… who got you roughed up batboy?”

“Firefly. Was trying to blow up Gotham with a series of exploding Jack-O-Lanterns. Hit me.” Gordon slides Batman a card, Harvey speaks up after rubbing his chin.

“Hm. Lynns could be tried on acts of domestic terrorism with that. But it would never stick, not if he pleads insanity like the last time.”

“That was a different degree of crime, last time we booked him on nothing but arson charges.”

“So he escalated, going after bigger fish I guess.”

DING!

“You can’t miss any fish if you blow up the whole pond I guess. Hit me with another card, Jimbo.”

Jim did just that as they continued their game of Blackjack for the rest of the night.

NOVEMBER 1st 1:00 AM

“Alright gentlemen. Warden says Two-Face is to be returned to his cell, pronto.” announced the guard over the speaker. Inside of the room, Two-Face grumbled as he tossed his cards down onto the table before standing up and stretching.

“Dammit all. One more card and I would’ve won that last game.” He cursed. Batman and Gordon followed his lead and began to gather the cards and the three headed in opposite directions of each other. “Till next year you two.”

“And… Thank you guys for doing this. It means a lot to have a simple night to ourselves.”

“Anytime Harv. Just make sure you stay on the straight and narrow, maybe next time we can have game night in my kitchen.” Two-Face laughed at the notion before turning to the stern cowl of Batman.

“Listen. Firefly is a pyromaniac who loves building bombs, but it does seem suspicious that he set them all up to detonate in those specific areas of Gotham.”

“I was thinking the same thing, all four of the main bombs were located in areas approved for renovation by the Wayne Foundation. Someone told him to target those places, maybe I’ll give Garfield a visit before heading home. What do you think?”

DING!

“Hrrm. The coin says yes, have fun, Bats.”

The doors lock behind them as they begin to walk down the hall and back to the entrance of Arkham Asylum, Jim waited till they were outside to light a cigarette. Batman didn’t stop him, it was the one night a year where they would all indulge in a little vice to cope with the pain.

“You ever wonder what life would’ve been like, if Harvey never did what he did? Or if we didn’t choose these lives we live?”

“Every year Jim. Every year. I find it’s best not to get torn up about it.”

THE END

[pa-rou]

(same anon from before, hi how ya doing?) Listen this entire au is so nice because it's kinda slice of lifey and sure there's still the real danger of Hotguy's daily life off the page (and Cuteguy maybe). (Also let's remember the whole mess in the Incredibles and not recognizing danger) But it's such an outlet for Mumbo considering his job, as well as being able to at least pretend and write out/off his crush for Hotguy. There's just something wonderful and kinda satisfying about it.

Funny enough my usual schtick is hurt and comfort. There's no way at some point Mumbo doesn't write a chapter on Limbo Jimbo awkwardly trying to work through the kinks of working with a superhero and his day job. And having an injured Hotguy where there's a ton of intimacy and trust in the scene because man. Letting someone help patch you up? Letting yourself be vulnerable in someone else's presence? (Chef's kiss) Perfect material.

Also guarantee Scar has tried to use a few fanfiction lines as Hotguy to Mumbo but Grian keeps ruining it.

(hi!!! hello!!!! i'm very very good and hope you're doing fantastic as well :DD)

It's amazing to hear that you enjoy this silly au :DD I'd be lying if i said i didnt put a healthy bit of projection into it, especially back when i made it those couple months ago. I did highlight the monotony of Mumbo's day to day and how frustrating and exhausting it can all be, but even at the end of the worst day there's always your favorite fictional guy to look forward to (or, in Mumbo's case, a very real guy, who you're also unaware of already being friends with cksnj). For Mumbo that fantasy of being with a superhero is as much of an escape from reality as it is something within his reach (tho he doesn't know that yet). I also like to keep it lighthearted and humorous cuz, yeah, Mumbo may be a bit miserable, but there's something absurd about it all, and there's humor to be found even in the most mundane parts of life :))

It's technically a superhero au, and yet thats not whats really important about it at all (at least not until Mumbo and Hotguy meet) Like you said, everything Hotguy does is off the page, and it's all very slice of life-esque skdjkc

and YEAH.... you better believe he's writing Limbo Jimbo x Hotguy hurt/comfort about the struggles of superhero life and patching up wounds!!! I'd imagine that's a go-to scenario for him to daydream about sknzkxj

and.....scar WOULD. 100000% he would try to (badly) flirt with Mumbo using his own knowledge of the guy against him. He would still fumble so bad but it would make Mumbo explode anyway kxjks

[yacinthemorning]

Mother Hen

Chapter 1 of 6

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Summary: 5 times Jimmy was almost the mom friend, if not for his other quirks.

Ships: Jimmy & Oli (Friendship)

Warnings: Temporary death

Oli had died.

Oli had gotten up.

Oli died. Again.

Oli. Got up.

Oli. Died. Again.

It never ended. He couldn’t even reach his friends long enough to join in their games before someone had a bow out and an arrow through his heart. A screech escaped him as he woke up once more in his – well, someone’s – bed, the image of Scott's obnoxious little smirk while someone else insisted there would be no more killing seared into his brain.

He was done. Fool him thrice and none shall survive. No more mister nice bard. It was time to pay it back. Go sicko mode. Push up their poppies – wait, was that a threat or innuendo? Oli shook his head clear, loading up the first crossbow he found. Who cares! Scott was going to die.

Joe – beautiful, princely, wonderful Joe – glided down from the heavens like an angel of enabling, landing in the snow with a soft thump and not-so-soft sigh. Elytra were already in his hands. Oli swore a beam of sun illuminated them like a beacon.

“Another mishap, Oli?” Joe asked as he handed over the emergency supplies.

“Oh, thank you Joe, my sweet prince.” Oli sang, running his fingers along the chainmail draped over his arm. Somehow it produced the right notes. “Oh, woe is me, Joe. Woe. Is. Me. For I have been betrayed by those I once called friend! Brrrother, even!”

Joe shook his head. “Hate it when that happens.”

“Indeed! Only you understand me, Joe.” Oli swooned against the man’s shoulder, squeezing a single tear out of his eye to wipe away with a gasp.

Their beautiful moment was interrupted by the wretched screech of their communicators. Joe held his up to check, Oli leaning over awkwardly to look at his rather than pull his own out.

SolidarityGaming: Oli, are you alright? 

SolidarityGaming: We put your stuff in a chest. Do you need me to bring it over?

SolidarityGaming: We’re heading to the gaming district if you want to rejoin.

Smajor1995: I think Oli blocked me lol

Smajor1995: Get gud.

Oli saw red.

He snapped his head to Joe, who jumped. “I need your help.”

Much-longer-than-he-hoped later, Oli was beelining for the gaming district, enchanted weaponry filling his inventory.

He never got there. So focused on his righteous revenge was he that, when he spotted his target getting ready to play Panda Resue, he forgot to pay attention and slammed face first into a wall.

He. Died. Again.

Before he could even look at the messages blaring across the screen of his communicator Oli punched the mute button on Scott’s profile, and logged out of Hermitcraft.

In the home void he immediately began to scream, and then scream again because the first was not nearly loud enough. He did so again and again until he could feel his rage ebb away into exhaustion. With a last pitiful whine, he slumped down to the fl- grou-… ceaseless-abyss-upon-which-he-could-nevertheless-stand. He thought for a moment that it perhaps flashed a little too violet and gold, but that was probably the headache he had now given himself.

No! T’was all Scott’s doing! He’s the one who shot me which led to my current predicament! He reassured himself.

His communicator buzzed. What was it now? Couldn’t he be left to wallow fabulously in his sorrows alone? I swear if it’s Scott on some alternate account-

SolidarityGaming: Oli, that got way out of hand, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Do you need to talk? We can stop the game day now if you want.

For a brief moment all of Oli’s anger melted away into a smile. “Oh, silly sweet Jimbo.” He whispered to himself, before beginning to type up a message.

-

“Jimmy, come on!” Somebody shouted over Jimmy’s shoulder, but he paid them no mind. He nervously tapped his foot, staring down at his communicator. Maybe he should send another message? Should they call the game day off entirely?

Jimmy never expected Oli to completely log off. The frustration in his friend had been evident even before the last bout of violence at False’s boat race, he should have done more to stop it then and there. Why did I try to use the sheriff’s voice? No one listens to the sheriff! Especially not on Hermitcraft!

Well, no one really listened to Jimmy, either, but maybe the seriousness of the situation might have come across more clearly before it all got out of hand.

A hand patted him on the shoulder. Scott stood there with a quirked eyebrow, other hand on his hip. “You good? We’re deciding what to play next.”

“I think Oli’s actually upset.” He admitted quickly. It wasn’t until then that he realized how tensely he was holding his wings, but they were beginning to ache. “Like actually for real angry. I feel awful.”

“I’m sure he’s fine.”

“He logged out entirely, Scott!”

“I mean he also blocked me, but he’ll get over it. You know he loves being dramatic.”

But Jimmy wasn’t convinced. Sure, Oli enjoyed dramatics and silliness, as did Jimmy himself. But not everyone was as okay with being the butt of a joke as Jimmy was, and even he had begun to feel a bit frustrated at his last death. It was all supposed to be fun and games. If Oli was really upset…

At that moment Jimmy received a message the same moment everyone’s communicator informed them Oli had logged back on.

TheOrionSound: You guys have fun, I’m gonna be building back at the village.

The feathers along Jimmy’s spine puffed up. “He’s really upset.” He insisted, turning to Scott who had been joined by the rest by then. “Come on, let’s bring him his stuff and apologize.” 

Jimmy was too worried to give the groans of his friends any mind, launching up into the air immediately. The sound of rockets behind him were the only thing that told him they followed, too focused on trying to figure out where the village was in relation to the gaming district.

Eventually he managed to get there, some of his companions reaching it before him. One of them was Scott, sat up on a ledge while Oli pointedly ignored him in favour of the platform he was laying down. The elf only seemed amused by the cold shoulder, still not taking the situation seriously.

“Oli?” Jimmy called, landing next to his pouting friend. His wings hovered nervously over his shoulders, unsure how close Oli was comfortable with them being right then. “Are you okay?”

“He’s moping.” Scott drawled, leaning against the hill.

“Why hello, dear little Jimothy, how lovely to see you!” Oli said, chipper smile stretched painfully across his face. “Oh, hello there, Scott! My, you’re awfully quiet today aren’t you?”

Scott laughed. “Oh my gosh, he muted me?”

“Listen, Oli, I’m really sorry.” Jimmy fiddled with his vest nervously, glancing between his two friends. “Scott- Scott is too. I know you can’t hear him but he’s saying “I’m sorry Oli.””

Scott rolled his eyes, a strange little noise escaping him.

“He is?” Oli asked curiously.

“Yes, yes, he’s saying it. He’s saying… uh…” Jimmy turned to Scott, motioning with a grimace, hoping he would suck it up and say an apology. Or anything he could tell Oli, for that matter.

But Scott was evidently still in a silly mood. He giggled out, “Oh, you’re speaking to him for me? What if I said something awful?”

Oh no.

Jimmy stiffened, begging with his eyes for Scott to just apologize.

“Well, what did he say?” Oli huffed.

“He said, um…”

Scott cupped his mouth and shouted, “I hate the gays!”

Jimmy let out an indignant squawk, “I’m not saying that!” He shouted back.

Before anyone knew what was going on a flaming arrow slammed into Scott’s side, followed by another hitting the hill behind him. 

Chaos, confusion, and giggles broke out among the group. Joe continued to fire while Scott tried to explain through his fit of hysterics that it was okay. Everyone else was just trying not to get hit or fall over with laughter.

In the chaos Oli had taken cover under Jimmy’s wing. “What’s going on!?”

Jimmy crouched down, bringing the pair into a small, feathery cocoon to explain while the others sorted the mess out on their own. “Nothing, Scott was just trying to get me to say something very rude.” He tried to explain. 

Poor Joe’s embarrassment could be felt even through the few words that made it into the cocoon. Jimmy tried to ignore it. Later. For now, he placed a hand on Oli’s shoulder blade, giving it a comforting rub. “Anyways, though. Oli, we really are sorry. We didn’t mean for it to get so out of hand.”

“Jimmy thinks you’re actually angry.” Sausage’s voice and face poked through the feathers, giving the pair a kind smile.

“No, no, I’m fine now. All just a bit of fun.” Oli insisted, though Jimmy wasn’t sure if it was true or the sake of amicability. A smirk stretched across the bard’s face, and he pressed his index finger against Jimmy’s nose. “Although really, this all started cause you put a hit out on me.”

Jimmy stiffened, feathers flattening in shame. He hung his head. “Oh gosh, yeah. I did, didn’t I? I’m so sorry Oli.”

“It’s fine, Jimbo.”

“I feel awful, though. I’ll make it up to you I swear.”

Oli gave him a look, like he was thinking very very hard. It was all for theatrics, it seemed, as he let out a small ding, imitating a lightbulb. “Well then, you can make it up to me by meeting up here, tomorrow, before you go to the rat house. Okay?”

“You got it, buddy. I’ll be there.”

“But, uh, I really am gonna hang out here for the rest of the day. Really gotta finish my place, I’m way behind and kinda tired.”

Oh. Oli really hadn’t been angry. Jimmy felt a small heat rise to his cheeks. “Okay mate, whatever you want. If you need help with anything just ask.”

“Actually,” Oli began as they stood up, Jimmy unravelling his wings now that the chaos outside seemed to have settled. Cleo and Scott seemed to be busy assuring Joe while the rest had run off. “Not you, but do you think you could get me in touch with that rancher of yours? I heard he’s the guy to ask for what I need.”

“Tango?” Jimmy asked in surprise. “Uh, sure, I could.”

“Great! Thanks, Jimbo!” Oli snickered. He was up to something. Jimmy didn’t stick around to try and figure out what, though. He waved goodbye with one last apology and flew off with the remaining troublemakers.

Now completely alone, Oli clapped his hands together in excitement. “Alright, time to work my bard-y magic on this gift.” He cheered, finding himself newly invigorated to get their sheriff’s secret Santa just right. All he needed now was the piano and recordificator…

[kernblanskis]

considering that Eric is a ''mini Jimbo''… I wonder if Jimbo would also be jealous that Ned had any friends besides him. For example, that a friendship develops between Ned and… Kenny's father.? (to name a name) Like Cartman he is jealous of Kyle and Tolkien's friendship.

[lollo-sw-br]

Guardians Super Wings AU

Chapter 7 : Painful Memory

World Palace WingsView City

When returning to WingsView from the present Jett has still wondering what happened after WingWar ended in order to clear his doubts out the curiosity Jett asked the empress

- Majesty what happened when Letally was sealed in the amphora? - wanted to know jett

- Well before the decree existed WingsView and the World Airport were united in one place interacting with each other if limitations - explainned Lilith - but when the war ended an invisible barrier was created with the parchment´s magic separating the two parts and none of our spells managed to break it

- And the next generation? What happened? - Jett one more time asked

- We thought that there would not be a new generation of guardians until a short time later Lollo awakened her Wingenergy inherited from her mother, where she would become Grand Albert's current guardian, Thus opening the doors for a new generation to exist - Lilith explained to Jet

- I understand that and honestly it must have been horrible all of that - Said Jett to empress

- Now I want to do me a favor : Go back to World Airport and find Grand Albert, tell him everything that happened here and bring him here so that together they can break the decree

- But what if he doesn't believe me? - asked Jett

- Do not worry Jett, I have an idea - Said Lilith picking up a locket that Lollo dropped from the Memory Bag - This was the locket he gave Lailla, if you show it to him he will probably remember us and come help us

- ok your majesty - Jett agreed and suggested something to his Guardian - Liah help Lolla and Lizzy take care of Lollo until I get back

- Ok Jett and good luck on your mission - Liah agreed and wished Jett good luck.

Lilith opened another portal that would take Jett back to World Airport and thus fulfill Lilith's order.

Back to World Airport

Upon entering the portal, Jett returned to his home and not losing focus, he went after Grand Albert who found him landing on the runway happy to find Jett

-Jett! Finally you showed up! Where were you? Jimbo is worried about you, sent us all after you - Said Grand Albert happy and relieved

- Longs History Grand Albert - Said Jett to his friend - But I want to talk to you alone, Your hangar would be the best place for that.

When he finished speaking, Paul landed beside the two planes.

- Jett so glad we found you, Jimbo will be happy to see you again - Paul said - Let Jimbo know Jett is with me and let's get out of the World Airport - Advised Grand Albert to Paul - In case there's no more confusion

- Okay Grand Albert I'm coming - Said Paul taking off on the floor

Jett and Grand Albert will race to the hangar of the experienced biplane and on reaching the spot, Grand Albert asked

- Okay Jett here we are, now answer me where you been all this time ? - asked Grand Albert to Jett - Does it bring back Grand Albert memories? - asked Jett - I was on WingsView

- WingsView? How did you manage to get there? - Grand Albert asked intrigued - And that medallion is unmistakable. It's from Lailla .

- Yes, by accident I ended up going to WingsView and I met my guardian Liah and all the history of the place - Jett replied and continues - Also, I learned that you lost your guardian in the war that separated the two sides. Thanks to the bloodstain he dropped on the parchment, Letally was unable to exist with the new generation. You fulfilled the promise you made to Lailla before you died in your arms

- Jett, that wound still hurts in me, I never forgave myself for losing it without being able to do anything - Said Grand Albert to Jett - I'm glad I heard everything I would tell you, but I was afraid that you wouldn't believe me Is it like your guardian?

- Her name is Liah, she is quite brave, she even faced the empress to protect - said Jett - And if it wasn't for your current guardian who interceded for me, Liah would be punished and the empress told me how we could break the decree at once and we need you too can the bloodstain was your

- Do I have a current guardian? - Who is she?

- She is Lollo, the eldest of Lailla's twin daughters. - She helped me so much, proved that I didn't know anything about them, and convinced the empress to help us.

- Lollo became my guardian? Glad this proves that a new generation is active,Lailla I fulfilled her promise and her daughter inherited her legacy - Said Grand Albert - She hasn't changed at all, she continues to intercede for everyone, she's always been like that, many saw her as a special unborn burden, but I think when her Wingenergy awakened the prejudice must have ended

- What about Lolla and Leone? They are guardians? - asked Grand Albert

- Yes Lolla is Paul's guardian and Leone is Jerome's guardian. - replied Jett to Grand Albert

- The two really have a way with each other, Lolla always put the show in order and Leone rocked with her difficult choreography - said Grand Albert - As always, Wingenergy is never wrong in its choice. Larah and Lesllie awaked your Wingenergy?

- Not yet but they soon woke up - replied Jett

- i can understand, They were still young when the war started. - Grand Albert said - Leslie was a newborn and Lara is autistic

- Now we need you to break the decree and bring peace back to WingsView. - Said Jett to Grand Albert

- I said the possible pre-save WingsView! Now where is the portal? - said Grand Albert

- Come, I'll show you where it is - Jett asked Grand Albert to accompany him to the portal

Jett and Grand Albert arrived at the location and by pushing the wall together they managed to open the secret passage where the portal was

- This is where I accidentally got sent to WingsView - said Jett showing the portal to Grand Albert - What are you doing here? Liah and the empress Lilith are waiting for us in WingsView - You´re right Jett this is going to be my biggest adventure - said Grand Albert jumping into the portal along with Jett

WingsView City

Upon arriving at WingsView both were welcomed by Liah who was happy to se find Jett again

- Jett good to see you again - said Liah hugging Jett - And you must be Grand Albert It´s honor to meet you in person My name is Liah and I´m Jett´s Guardian - said Liah to Grand Albert - Nice to meet you too Liah and thanks for taking care of Jett - said Grand Albert to Liah - WingsView is different than i remember I barely recognize it anymore - Oh It´s different It´s still under construction we reformed the place from the our generation - agree Liah to Grand Albert - The Empress Lilith awaits you in the Throne Roon on the World Palace and don´t worry Grand Albert I´ll explain what charged along the way come with me please

Arriving at the palace Lilith was waiting for them anxiously

-Jett nice seeing you again - said Lilith to Jett and then looking at Grand Albert - And Grand Albert nice to meet you too - It is an honor for me to meet the new Empress your majesty - said Grand Albert revering the empress - and thanks for not punish Jett and Liah - Not thank me but your guardian Lollo and if it weren´t for her we wouldn´t know who prevented our generation from being destroyed for Letally which in this case is you - said Lilith to Grand Albert - Speaking of which Where´s Lizzy with news from Lollo? - asked the empress - I´m here majesty and I have great news from Lollo - said Lizzy entering the Hall - Your Wingenergy is normalized and Lollo has already been released - Thank you so much Lizzy - Lilith thanked Lizzy - Grand Albert this is Lizzy she is the Dizzy´s guardian - Nice to meet you Lizzy Dizzy would be proud you - said Grand Albert to Lizzy - and thank you for taking good care of my guardian - For nothing Grand Albert I just did my job - said Lizzy - I have to go now They need me in the hospital - It was a pleasure meeting you Grand Abert

Lizzy left the room and Jett didn´t seem to feel good

- Jett are you all right? - asked Liah to Jett - It´s nothing Liah I Wish Lollo was here - replid Jett to Liah - If you wish i was here now i am - said Lollo entering the room with Lolla - Oh You are here Grand Albert - Lollo my darling how you´ve grow and look like your mother - said Grand Albert in surprise - Lailla would be proud of you two and of Leone too - I heard you helped mommy take care of us - said Lollo to Grand Alnert - On behalf of the Ji-Hye Clan we thank you so much - completed Lolla - The sun is going down that means it´s to break the decree come with me everyone - ordered Lilith - Lolla keep watch and don´t let anyone into the Throne Room we can´t be disturbed in the ritual - Yes majesty - agreeing the empress leaving the room - Now let´s start the ritual - said the empress

In a Distance Place

The amphora where Letally was sealed accidentaly fell and broke freeing the villain

- I´m finaly free of this cursed amphora - said Letally - Prepare if WingsView my revenge will come - Letally laght non stop to be continued

[hummingbird-of-light]

Against All Odds

Part 213

McCoy

There were two showers at the poolside and a few changing stalls for those who didn’t want to traipse across the palace dripping water. McCoy stood under one, rinsing off as much chlorine as he could. Scotty was under the water of the one next to him. McCoy ran his fingers through his hair, rinsing it as well, before they drifted down across his still tingling lips.

A promise of more to come later, he smiled. He glanced at Scotty and swallowed. A night together with all the time they wanted. At school they had had to make do with stolen moments and worries of being interrupted or caught. Now though he could learn every inch of Scotty. McCoy realized his blood was pumping faster in his veins.

Not yet. They still had time to spend with Spock and Jim. He grabbed the shower controls and gave himself a blast of cold water before he turned the shower off completely. Goosebumps rose, but his mind felt clearer.

“Towels are here,” he said.

He had walked to the shelf where they were kept, and pulled one off. Scotty had ended his shower. McCoy threw a towel over to him.

“Thanks.”

“Hamper’s there,” McCoy pointed. “If you need more than one, feel free.”

He began to dry himself. They had worn clothes to the pool and changed there. Now they just had to change back. McCoy ran the towel vigorously over his hair, and stole another glance at Scotty. Should he peel out of his trunks, or go behind one of the stalls? It wasn’t as if they hadn’t seen each other completely, they’d been intimate a number of times now…

’Spock and Jim are waiting,’ his brain reminded him.

McCoy tore his gaze from Scotty’s bare skin, and picking up his own clothes, ducked into one of the stalls. He blew out a breath. He’d be too tempted and they’d never make it to the games room.

A few hours. He just had to keep himself together a few more hours while they played whatever games Spock and Jim had ready, and then he could have Scotty all to himself. That brought a grin to his face. All the time they wanted.

Jim winked at him knowingly as he and Scotty entered the games room hand in hand. McCoy rolled his eyes.

“What are we playing Jimbo?” Scotty called.

McCoy listened as Jim told them his plan of events. Jim had spent his first days in the palace wide eyed, but with Spock at his side had become quite comfortable. He had learned most of the staff’s names and had easily earned the title of most welcome guest. His charming smile opened many doors.

“I thought we might switch up partners,” Jim said as he handed a pool cue to McCoy. “You and me versus Spock and Scotty?”

McCoy looked at his boyfriend, who shrugged.

“Why not?” Scotty said. “Spock and I can take ye down handily laddie.”

Jim laughed loudly. “You’re on.”

“Who’s starting?”

“Youngest?”

“That’s you Jim,” Scotty said.

“Go ahead,” McCoy said. “Fine with me.” He looked around to Spock, who nodded.

“Alright,” Jim said, stepping to the table, “get ready to lose.”

He lined up his shot and moments later the sound of billiard balls crashing together filled the room.

“A wonderful break k’diwa,” Spock said.

McCoy looked over at Spock in surprise. The Vulcan was blushing. McCoy did not speak Vulcan very well, but living with Amanda and Sarek it was hard to avoid learning many different Vulcan terms of endearment. He couldn’t help his eyebrow rising. He had wondered how close the pair was; Spock was naturally quiet about himself and Jim had said nothing.

McCoy felt a pang for his friends when he remembered T’Pring. He had forgotten to tell Scotty about it earlier in the day. Now especially he’d have to tell him.

The four boys were still laughing as they made their way to their rooms. Much fun had been had and the sadness had faded from Scotty’s eyes. McCoy knew it would likely return, but he hoped it would be lessened when it did.

They called their good nights to Spock and Jim and made no qualms about entering McCoy’s room together. He locked the door behind them, even though no one would bother them. Scotty wandered slowly to the balcony doors and looked up. The stars shone bright and clear on Georgiares.

McCoy stepped up behind him and wrapped his arms around Scotty. He let his chin rest on his boyfriend’s shoulder. He just held Scotty close for a long moment. McCoy wanted all of him. He inhaled slowly, breathing Scotty in, then turned his face to press kisses on Scotty’s neck.

Scotty slowly turned in his arms until their mouths met. Long, slow kisses followed. McCoy savored every one. Gently he began to back Scotty towards the bed. He planned to show Scotty how much he meant to him, how much he loved him, and how much he intended to worship every inch of him.

Part 214

Scotty

They dropped onto the bed and Scotty felt Leonard start to unbutton his shirt while he himself did the same to his boyfriend’s.

Soft kisses were pressed to his chest and he couldn’t help but moan softly.

Back at school they had never been able to enjoy getting intimate for there always had been the danger of getting caught by someone. Here at the palace it was totally different.

And Scotty knew that Leonard wanted to explore every inch of his body. Well… so did he. When they were fully undressed, hands started to touch his skin all over.

His heart was about to explode from all the joy he felt, being that close to Leonard.

When his brain eventually shut down and endorphins took control of everything, Scotty forgot about all the bad stuff that had happened in the morning.

It was just him and Leonard. There was no one else in this world. No parents. No reporters. Just them.

Scotty woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside. He carefully opened his eyes, allowing for them to adjust to the bright light of day.

He rolled his head over to the side and found Leonard still sleeping.

Memories of the last night flashed through his mind. It had been their most passionate time. Never before had they made sounds like that. Never before had they touched certain parts of each other’s bodies. But it had been awesome.

Scotty softly stroked Leonard’s cheek and looked at his peaceful face.

He had never imagined to be able to love someone like that. Like the way he loved Leonard McCoy. Never would he have thought to find… love. The pure and true one.

But he knew that what they had was something special.

It made them stronger. It made them more alive than ever before.

And they would fight for their love. Even if that meant to break every rule royalty had made.

Leonard had told him so many times that he didn’t want to be king. That he was scared of it. That sometimes he just wanted to run away.

They wouldn’t give up their love for Leonard to follow a fate which he hated.

But the king had already said that he was considering what Leonard had told him.

David was a great man. And Scotty knew that he would never force Leonard into something he didn’t want.

Scotty’s attention was caught by his PADD chirping quietly.

He rolled onto his side and grabbed it.

His brow furrowed in confusion as he looked at the message he’d received. It was from Khan.

*Hello Scotty, I heard about that article they wrote about your father’s death. I’m so sorry. I once was in the spotlight too for being an augment. And I just hated it. To reveal your backstory… that’s even worse. I hope you’re doing okay.*

Scotty didn’t know what to say or do.

It still was very strange for him. After everything Khan had done to the scholarship students and especially him, he still found it hard to believe that the augment was changing.

Then again… everyone deserved a second chance. Maybe he actually was mentally ill. And being with that therapist helped him.

It wouldn’t be fair of Scotty to treat him badly when he tried so hard to be nice.

Don't repay like with like.

That’s what his grandfather had always taught him.

“Morning darling.”

Scotty was startled by the voice next to him but quickly calmed down as he looked at Leonard’s smiling face.

“Morning mo gràdh.”

Leonard seemed to notice the strange look on Scotty’s face as he sat up.

“What’s wrong? Another article?”

Scotty could hear the fear and worry in his boyfriend’s voice. So he quickly shook his head.

“No, just… a message from Khan. He wants to know if I’m okay after that article.”

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After an incredible 35 years and almost 700 episodes of working in The Simpsons, Pamela Hayden will be retiring from the popular animated show, she is best known for voicing the character Milhouse Van Houten. “The time has come for me to hang up my microphone,” Hayden, 70, shared in a heartfelt statement on Wednesday. “It’s been an honor and a joy to have worked on such a funny, witty, and groundbreaking show … I’ll always have a special place in my heart for that blue-haired 10-year-old boy with glasses.” Hayden has been an integral part of The Simpsons since its 1989 debut, giving life to not only Milhouse but also characters as diverse as school bully Jimbo Jones, Ned Flanders' sons Rod and Todd, Chief Wiggum's wife Sarah, and Lisa's friend Janey Powell. However, as she explained in a video tribute that the show shared, Milhouse has always been a special spot in her career. "He was my main guy," she beamed proudly. Miguel Mendez from Malahide, Ireland, CC BY 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0, via Wikimedia Commons Milhouse has become one of the lovable favorite characters, with his big nose and hapless nature. Hayden talks about how she had this connection with the fans who could quote along Milhouse lines, and the tribute video clearly showed Milhouse's growth over the years and highlighted his charm and resilience. Series creator Matt Groening also did not forget to pay homage to Hayden's work. "Pamela gave us tons of laughs with Milhouse, the hapless kid with the biggest nose in Springfield. She made Milhouse hilarious and real, and we will miss her," he remarked. Milhouse, whose name is a reference to former U.S. President Richard Milhous Nixon, first appeared in a Butterfingers commercial when The Simpsons was still a segment on The Tracey Ullman Show. He later became a main character once the show was developed into a standalone half-hour series. Milhouse is portrayed as intelligent, shy, and gullible, which frequently puts him in a difficult situation. In some cases, he depends on the influence of his wrongdoing best friend, Bart, and sometimes he is taken advantage of by bullies. As Hayden pointed out, however, there's something profoundly inspiring about him. People are always saying what a nerd he is, but one thing that I love about Milhouse is he's always getting knocked down, but he keeps getting up," she said. "I love the little guy. It is this wonderful analogy for life. Milhouse's charms are on display throughout episodes such as Radioactive Man, in which he gets caught up in Hollywood chaos after being cast as Fallout Boy, and Bart Sells His Soul, in which he challenges Bart to sell his soul, then gloats over tormenting Bart afterwards. Beyond The Simpsons, Hayden’s work includes roles in Lloyd in Space, Pound Puppies, and voice work in video games such as Lego Dimensions. Her decision to retire stems from a desire to explore new creative avenues. “I’m stepping away to pursue other creative outlets,” she explained. Hayden's last episode will be that long-awaited show Treehouse of Horror Presents: Simpsons Wicked This Way Comes airing on November 24. Expect the show to begin soon casting for replacements for her characters, but the legacy of Milhouse and many other Springfield residents she represents will be an indelible part of show history. The departure of Hayden marks the end of an era, but she will forever be etched in the hearts of fans and the animation industry due to her tremendous input to The Simpsons. Read the full article

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Without reading too much into the Simpsons, I think it's interesting that Dolph is a bully, but he's see without Jimbo and Kearney quite often. It kind of separates him from his friends and I know it's just because this show doesn't care about it's characters and probably forgets about Dolph, but it makes me wonder about his relationship to his friends.