#and Burt is already suspicious

[aidenwaites]

The craziest thing about this first episode + not getting to see the outies is just the fact that like. Well obviously the Outies are, at least physically, okay. And we know they came back to work. And that's IT

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Are request still open if not ignore me,

Carmy x y/n , so carmy wanna propose and wanted make it perfect like every ingredients for the proposal dinner is best of the best, burt he was so stressed that he just forget that y/n I allergic to one ingredients .

Allergic

It was supposed to be a calm and peaceful evening. Carmen had been planning for it for what felt like ages. He was going to propose. Finally. After keeping the ring he had gotten to you in his sock drawer for months. Well, Carmy was sure he was going to marry you after your first date, that was solid five years ago. But things kept coming up. Or he would chicken out last minute. Or the moment just didn't end up feeling right.

At first, he was sure he wanted to make it big. Fly you out somewhere finally. Do the whole walking down the beach during a sunset nonsense. But it wasn't you two. Nothing about that screamed you. You and your friends offended joked that you two were a seventy-year-old couple. Opting almost always to stay back and enjoy the comfort of your home then go out till unholy hours.

So, now Carmen found himself in the kitchen of the three-room apartment. In a button-up shirt that he never wore at home before but it only felt fitting to do so now. The dining table was already prepared. A bottle of wine standing on it. Candles were lit throughout the place. Not to mention that Carmen had bought you the biggest bouquet of red roses he could find.

It was odd but he found himself almost unable to chop the onions the way he always did. His hands were shaking. He was so lost in himself that it was shocking that he hadn't burnt the whole building down, or cut himself in the process. Everything was slowly coming together. Carmen glanced at the clock - you would be home any minute. He tapped his back pocket. Something he had been doing all evening. Just to make sure that the ring hadn't disappeared magically.

His thoughts were cut short as he heard the sound of your keys dangling. His nerves picked up even more. What if he would mess up his words? What if you thought this wasn't even? Fuck, should he have flown you out somewhere? Paris? Women love Paris, right? And now... now you would say no and he... Carmen felt your hands sneaking around his middle as you pressed yourself against his back.

"What's all of this now?", you muttered, the warmth of your boyfriend's back making you let out a happy sigh, "Are we waiting for someone? Shit, did I forget something...", you breathed out, pulling away. A light frown forms, before Carmen shakes his head as he cups your cheek, "No, just us. It's been a while since we had a date night". You glanced around. Gosh, this man never failed to surprise you. You bit your lip, shaking your head slightly, "You went all out... Have you done something and now are trying to lessen the consequences?", you looked at him suspiciously. Carmen had once baled your eclairs just so later on when he brought out your shrunken sweater frowning would fall flat. He laughed, "Yeah, we will have to talk about it...", you gasped, "Oh, no, you have done something". Both of you snickered.

The evening was beautiful. The main meal was superior as always. The conversation was easy. It was surprising how even after five years together you two still made one another giddy and crimson red. Or how the way Carmen slowly rubbed your knuckles as you spoke made you feel so much joy. Time wasn't a concept you two could grasp when you were together so you weren't sure what time it was when Carmen had brought out the dessert. He said something about how he wanted to try something new since this was a special evening.

You had barely eaten a couple of bites when Carmen suddenly lowered his spoon and pushed his chair back. Your eyes were now on him as he stepped to the side of the table. "What are you...", but you didn't get to finish your sentence as he sank to one knee. "My love", Carmen breathed out and your hand instantly came to rest on your mouth. "I've been wanting... No, I... I just knew that I was going to marry you for ages", Carmen shook his head, "You were always going to be my one and only". You bit the inside of your cheek fighting your own emotions when a tickling sensation started to a ticking sensation in your throat.

"I know that I'm not perfect but you make me want to be better", Carmen continued, just the itching increased and you found yourself coughing slightly. Your chest feels tight all of a sudden. "I know it's a lot to ask but will you...", Carmen got cut off by another caught as your hand reached for your throat, "Y/N?", his tone sounded worried. You felt your eyes getting itchy too, nose starting to run. You glanced back at the table, "Epipen", you breathed out and Carmen's face ran white. No, surely he couldn't have put something you were allergic to into the meals. He knew the whole list of products you couldn't have and he... then it hit him. The nut flower he got. He didn't double-check the back. And it wasn't the usual kind he bought, because the store had run out of it. "Fuck", he cursed under his breath as she rushed back to you EpiPen in hand. "Breath in for me", he said without a second thought, "Fuck, that's stupid shit to say, sorry, fuck, love", he was a mess now. Lord, and he wanted to marry you? He caused you a whole ass allergic reaction. Pressing the tip of the pen to your thigh Carmen waited for the clicking sound. Your face had gotten puffy. He knew the injection would help but the moment he saw your breathing evening out, he rushed to grab his car keys to bring you to the hospital.

The extra pills to reduce the allergic reactions caused you to fall asleep while the doctors finished running the final exams. They had put the oxygen mask on you just in case. But all of this looked like the worst nightmare to Carmen. It's because of his stupidity that you were here. He sat in the chair beside you. Richie was blowing up his phone. He knew that Carmen was going to propose and when he didn't get a single response on how it went he grew worried and well... rightfully so.

Carmen heard rustling in the bed, his eyes snapping to you instantly. You were blinking slowly. Carmen leaned closer to brush his fingers over your forehead. You reached up to lower the oxygen mask but Carmen caught your hand, "I don't think it's good...", "Yes", you murmured. Carmen looked at you for a minute, "Yes". He shook his head not understanding what you meant exactly. "Yes, what love?", he said softly. "Yes, to marrying you", you muttered, "Since I don't remember saying that". Carmen let out choked-out chuckles, "I think you should say no, considering that I put you in a hospital". You frowned at his words, "We will have a great story to tell to our kid". Carmen met your eyes, debating something for a moment. He reached into his back pocket, and grabbed the velvet box, snapping the lid open. You gasped at the sight of the ring. It was perfect. Perfect. Although you couldn't imagine finding anything less than perfect when it came from Carmen.

"So, even after I nearly killed you, Y/N Y/L/N will you do me an honor and be my wife?", Carmen said softly, words barely a whisper. You nodded quickly, "I will, no matter what", you smiled at him sweetly, before a shortness of breath hit you and you quickly lifted the oxygen mast to your nose. Carmen frowned, but still moved to put the ring on your finger. "God, I feel like such an idiot...", he shook his head, "Ei... at least I can say that I got proposed to in a hospital. That's unique in my books", you snickered, "Don't you freaking joke about it", Carmen pointed a finger at you, yet he himself had a light smile on his face. Relieved now that you seemed to be feeling better.

[ndfan3]

The Secret of the Golden Pavilion, The Nancy Drew Mystery Stories #36 (1959)

Nancy, George and Bess find themselves in Hawaii to help Mr Sakamaki, a client of Carson Drew, to find out the mysterious secret of his newly inherited estate, Kaluakua, which is preventing him from selling it. The estate’s main feature is a beautiful golden pavilion in the centre of the grounds, which is alleged to be haunted by a dancing ghost, and that has already been subject to secret tunnelling. The detectives soon find themselves on the trail of three art thieves, a frightening gang known as the Double Scorps.

The situation is then complicated by the arrival of a middle aged brother and sister on the island who claim to be the descendants of Sakamaki’s grandparents and therefore the rightful heirs to the property. Nancy is immediately suspicious of this claim and sets out to prove that the new arrivals are in fact in league with the Double Scorps, who are determined to loot the golden pavilion. Joined by sort-of boyfriends Ned, Burt and Dave, who just happen to be on Hawaii on a college trip, the girls soon find themselves in danger from booby traps and faced with clues written in Polynesian that eventually allow Nancy to solve the mystery of the pavilion.

This adventure is probably one that readers could try to solve themselves given the large number of puzzles to be decoded and clues to be deciphered, but this does make it rather dense, which is exacerbated by the author’s inclusion of much information about Hawaii (which was still quite a new state in 1959), which does come across rather like a tourist guide. Still Nancy and her friends solve the mystery, expose the crooks and foil the Scorps, so, once again, mission accomplished, Nancy!

[cozyenigma]

Soft Spoken

Word Count- 961

Request?- Yes!

Summary- Being a captain in charge of such a large ship came with it’s challenges of course. Especially since you usually avoided the small talk.

Tag List- @cookielover0001010 , @swag-droid , @watchoutforfrostbite

Warnings- None

The journey of the Invincible 2 was almost…

You didn’t want to say uneventful because nothing was ever truly that dull in space. That and the more suspicious on board would crucify you for inviting fate to prove you wrong. But with your arrival still fresh in your mind you hadn’t expected the flight to go this smoothly. 

Nothing major had gone wrong in the ships systems. All of the crew and colonists were healthy and accounted for. Hell, even Mark and Celci’s animosity was at a low simmer. 

The relative peace though invited… new problems. You were the newest on board and automatically the most interesting thing for a small period of time. The number of times you found yourself on the wrong side of polite but probing small talk were too many to count. It was sweet of them to want to get to know more about you but… a little uncomfortable. You were very thankful when the interest seemed to die down.

Only it very much did not.

You weren’t the most eloquent and you usually tried to get through the day without having to talk as much. This presented a challenge to your crew. You weren’t sure who started the betting pool, probably Gunther, but whoever got you to say the most words or at the highest volume won the pot. It was a bit of a curveball when you suddenly found yourself roped into conversations you should’ve had no part of.

“Hey captain, I tweaked the ADS, wanna see how many asteroids we can blow away?”

“Captain, what do you think of this equation? I can’t quite get it to balance out…”

“Rough are the hands that guide the weary… could you hand me the number 6 wrench?”

You managed to get through most with nods or soft, one-word answers. Being captain of a ship the size of the Invincible 2 carried certain responsibilities. You were prepared for that; you knew that realm. This was something else. A bit much. If another one of your crewmates came up to you and asked if you preferred the gray or the orange jumpsuit you didn’t know what you were going to do.

The betting pool came to an abrupt end a few evenings later. 

The ship’s course on the way to a prospective colony planet was cut off by an asteroid belt. Much to Gunther’s dismay it was too thick for the ADS to punch through. The crew were gathered in the bridge room to try and come up with a solution.

“I’m just saying,” Gunther was getting annoyed at this point, gesturing to the display of the asteroids, “I haven’t met a problem I couldn’t blow up.”

Celci was rubbing at her temples. “For the fourth time, the size and amount of the asteroids are too much for the Invincibles’ guns to get through! How much do you think our shield can take?!”

“Who made you the expert on what my guns could handle?”

You sighed quietly. This was getting nowhere. Much as you hated it, you were the one who needed to keep the peace.

“Alright, shut up!”

That honor was taken from you by your head engineer. Mark had raised a hand, looking as annoyed as everyone else in the room. When he was satisfied he had everyone’s attention he turned back to the display.

“While you guys were going in circles,” he zoomed out, showing the asteroid belt in more detail, “I was plotting a new course.”

Celci rolled her eyes. “We’ve been over that too. We don’t have the luxury of a detour. That’s weeks worth of fuel.” Burt nodded along solemnly.

“Let me finish,” Mark waved a hand, moving the image to the left. “Here. This section of the belt is thinner. It’d take us a bit of maneuvering but we could squeeze through here. Concentrate the shields towards the bottom of the hull and let the ADS take care of the rest.”

The rest of the crew leaned in, peering at the image with open suspicion. “Looks like something already punched through,” Gunther murmured. 

With another nod, Mark has the new course plotted out. “Probably a rouge asteroid or comet or- whatever, doesn’t matter, point is,” he pointed at the patch with emphasis, “this is our way through.”

Throughout the room there went up a few scattered mumbles of agreement. Begrudging though it was, everyone was on the same page. You felt a bit of pride rise in you as Mark looked to the rest of the crew. And then his eyes met yours. He gave you this small, almost hesitant smile. As the display ran through a simulated flight path, you walked over to him.

A soft pat to the shoulder and you said, in a voice just as gentle, “That was great, Mark. We’re lucky to have you.”

The surprise on his face was clear and not unexpected. The faint blush across his cheeks though, was. Mark rubbed the back of his neck and smiled. “Aw, captain that’s- just got lucky is all.”

You simply shook your head and went to confirm the course. 

You didn’t notice the rest of your crew openly gaping at Mark. He hadn’t gotten in on the betting pool and hadn’t even been trying. The pot, which you’d only hear secondhand later, included several hundred credits and one of Gunther’s own pistols. Mark had gleefully accepted his “hard earned” winnings with no small amount of showboating. 

Neither of you had mentioned that you had told him something along those lines already. When you first emerged from the cryo pod, fresh off of stasis and still learning to function as a human being again.

“We’ll make it count this time, okay? You can do it.”

[vcg73]

Free Kurt - Wedding Edition

OK, so I never made it all the way through the episode, so this is off the cuff. But in the spirit of ‘canon is bullshit and Kurt deserved better’, here is my shot at Carole saving Kurt from that absurd S6 wedding per this request:  https://www.tumblr.com/elledelajoie/697137179001028608/free-kurt-challenge-3?source=share

TITLE: Mother May I

~*~*~*~*~

“Excuse me. Can we talk for a minute?” Carole asked, knocking softly on a support post next to the hale bale on which sat Pam Anderson, Blaine’s mother.

The dark-haired woman smiled, looking relieved to have company, and it was then that Carole realized that this woman was a stranger to everyone here, excepting her son and Kurt, and had probably been feeling a little bit lost amongst the twittering throng of wedding guests, and friends and family of the two young brides.

“Of course!” she said, scooting over a few inches to make room on the blanket covered bale. “It’s Carolyn, right? Kurt’s mother?”

“Carole, actually,” she corrected with a smile, trying not to let her puzzlement show. Surely Kurt had, at some point in his relationship with Blaine, met the other young man’s parents. And hadn’t Blaine ever talked to his mom about his boyfriend’s family? She could remember Finn excitedly babbling away about every little detail of his girlfriends’ lives when he had dated, alternately, Quinn and Rachel. And Kurt had told Burt and her all about Blaine. Even before they started dating officially, every visit home from Dalton Academy had been full of information on Blaine, the information frequently seeming to burst out with his enthusiasm to talk about the other boy.

Pam shook her head. “Right, I’m so sorry. I’m terrible with names. I’ve met so many new people today that all of the introductions have flown right out of my head.”

“Are you friends with the brides’ mothers?” Carole asked, momentarily distracted from original intention in seeking this woman out.

Pam blushed. “Actually, no. My son recently broke up with the young man he’d been living with and I was coming as his, and I quote, ‘emergency plus-one’. But then he and Kurt unexpectedly got back together yesterday, so I was going to bow out, but the boys said I should come anyway. Since I’d already bought the dress and all.” She laughed a little awkwardly, seeming to only just notice that her dress and Carole’s were very alike. “I see we have similar good taste. We almost look like we should be mothers of the grooms, instead of guests of the brides!”

The other woman laughed again, but Carole felt like her thoughts had just screeched to a halt. “They just started seeing each other again? I thought my step-son was still dating that older gentleman that he met online.”

“Oh, no. I think they were just friends. That’s what my son told me,” Pam said. “Blaine broke up with Dave last week because he said he felt like he and Kurt had worked things out, but as far as I know it didn’t become official until yesterday.”

Carole’s brow creased. She suddenly felt rather suspicious of this odd chain of coincidental timing and events. “Something is very wrong here,” she said slowly. “And I think it may be partially my fault. Earlier, Kurt was saying something to his dad and me about how he had almost gotten married last year and what a young and foolish decision that was at the boys’ age. We should have just agreed, but instead we started waxing on about how you had to grab every moment of life and make the most of it. I’m afraid I may have inadvertently projected my regrets for the opportunities my son Finn never got to have onto him.”

Pam reached out, giving Carole’s hand a wordless squeeze of sympathy that told her the other woman had heard the tragic news of Finn’s passing.

“And Kurt takes everything to heart, doesn’t he?” Pam said with a small sigh. “He’s such a sweet young man. I never did get the full story on what broke them up the first time, but I regretted losing him almost as much as Blaine did.  I love my son, but I know he isn’t good at taking responsibility for his actions, and I suspect he was at least equally at fault in whatever happened. Blaine has a bad habit of assuming that circumstances will always fall in line to suit his preference, and he becomes oblivious to anything that doesn’t fit that narrative. Those two have broken up and gotten back together so many times that I’m starting to believe Blaine’s in claims about destiny and soulmates.”

Carole sighed. “I’m not sure that I agree. Sometimes couples break up because they just aren’t suited for each other, no matter how strong the love is.  And now Brittany is trying to convince our sons that they should get married in a double ceremony today. I overheard Sue Sylvester talking to Brittany just now, and I believe the idea originated with her. That woman has an unhealthy obsession with Kurt, and lately she’s been fixed on the idea of ‘Klaine as endgame’.”

“She what?” Pam nearly screeched the words, standing abruptly. “They can’t do that. The first time they got engaged, they’d been back together for a day, and look how that turned out!  Maybe they’ll work out in the end, and maybe not. I hope they do, but not like this!”

“Agreed,” Carole said, glad to have an ally in this. She would not hesitate to take on that track-suited maniac for Kurt’s sake, but she could not honestly claim that she wasn’t a little bit scared to do it alone. “Brittany apparently thinks that having two gay weddings at one time will counteract the bad luck of her and Santana having seen each other in their bridal wear before the ceremony.”

Pam’s face froze in a quietly baffled expression, looking so much like her son for a moment that Carole had to smile. Jumping up, she grabbed the other woman’s hand and gave her a tug. “Come on. We have a wedding to save, and another one to stop.”

A few minutes later, after a hurried conference with Mirabel Lopez and Whitney Pierce, the posse of Glee moms descended on the small room where the would-be brides and grooms, along with the still looming presence of Sue Sylvester, were waiting. Each mother drew her child aside for a serious heart to heart talk.

“Kurt, I know I’m not actually your mother, but I’m going to speak to you now as if I were,” Carole said, taking Kurt’s hands in both of her own. “This is a mistake. You and Blaine started dating under less than ideal circumstances and your entire high school relationship was a series of misunderstandings and missed opportunities, usually with you paying the price to end things peacefully. I stayed out of it then, feeling that it wasn’t my place to interfere, but Finn told me a lot, and I need to apologize if I ever made you feel that I was unapproachable. Maybe if I had tried harder to let you know that you could trust me, and that you had someone you could talk to when things got rough, you never would have felt like you had to do everything on your own. Or felt like you had to give and give until there was nothing left.”

Kurt gaped at her. “But, I…” He trailed off, unable to deny that he had done just that. “Things are better now.”

“Are they?” she said, looking into his eyes and nodding to herself when he flinched away from her intent gaze. “Or do you just want them to be better because you’re in love?”

“It hurt when he was gone,” Kurt said softly.

She impulsively gave him a hug. “I know it did. Letting go of someone we love, someone we put all our hopes and dreams into, does hurt. It hurts a lot. Believe me, I know. But your first true love doesn’t have to be your one and only. You and your father taught me that.” Letting go, she led him to a handy bench to sit down. “Honey, you can’t just ignore your problems, or magically make everything okay by wishing everything was good again. If the past year of grief counseling has reinforced any lesson for me, it’s that one. You broke up for valid reasons. Maybe you worked those problems out, and maybe you didn’t. Only you can answer that for sure, but when you and Blaine got engaged, it was essentially by ambush after you’d only just become a couple again, and I don’t think you were ready for that. And now, after another breakup, you’ve gotten back together yet again, and now someone else is trying to ambush you into a wedding. Someone else’s wedding, that you’re being forced to gate-crash no less!  Does that seem like an ideal situation, or something that will work out well for you?”

Kurt’s blue eyes were welling up with tears. “No,” he whispered. “I feel like Alice from ‘Alice in Wonderland’, like random things just keep happening to me with no rhyme or reason, and the more I try to go along and make everyone else happy, the more lost and confused I feel. But Carole, what if I call it off and I lose him all over again?”

“If you can’t be honest with him, and with yourself, you’re going to lose a lot more than that,” she said gently. “For now, Brittany and Santana just need to know that they’re stronger than a little bad luck, and that today should be their big moment; a special day just for them. Their moms will figure out what to say to make that right. As for you and Blaine, just tell him that you want to date for a while. You two have always been in such a hurry for a big grand gesture to somehow prove your love, and you don’t need that. Just spend time together. Maybe go back to New York and try leading individual lives, different apartments, different jobs, different schools, and make sure everything between you is open and honest this time. But be a couple in all the important ways. By the time you graduate college, if you’re still on the same page, then set a date and plan out the wedding you want. Not this.”

The tears were trickling down Kurt’s face now, but he looked so relieved that any doubts Carole had harbored about interference vanished. He had not been born to her, but Kurt Hummel was her son just as much as her darling Finn had been, and her love for him was true motherly affection. She hugged him again, tightly.  

“I love you, Carole.”

She smiled. “I love you too, honey. Now, let’s go see how the others are coming along, and get this wedding back on track before all the guests get bored and stage a giant musical revolt that makes ‘Les Mis’ look like a summer picnic.”

Kurt laughed and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, blotting away his tears and blowing his nose. “They would do it, too. You can’t put that many divas in one room and not expect fireworks.”

In the end, only one couple tied the knot that day.

Brittany’s fears of bad luck were lifted by all of the gathered glee club members and guests forming a giant circle around the couple and singing Elvis Presley’s “Good Luck Charm”. (Which somehow everyone knew, including Brad the pianist, who magically appeared at the Indiana barn just in time to accompany the group.)

Sue Sylvester’s bad temper was soothed by a personal invitation from Kurt to be the officiant on his next wedding day – regardless of when and where that happened to take place, or whomever he ended up marrying. At this promise, Sue abruptly decided that she did not particularly care about the identity of his groom, and that really, Blaine was too short for him anyway. He needed someone tall and statuesque. Someone who would look good on a cake topper. Someone not unlike a young male version of Sue Sylvester. Porcelain would be receiving texts and emails of prospective hotties every week for the rest of his single life.

Blaine Anderson picked a fight with Kurt over the drinks table for embarrassing him and ruining his big moment yet again. He whined so loud and snarked so annoyingly, that Burt Hummel abruptly had a change of heart and decided that Kurt had been right all along to dump him. In celebration of this moment, the two Hummel men shook hands and proceeded to dump a bowl of bright red, hair-gel melting, icy punch right over the top of his head.

Pam Anderson bonded with Carole, Mirabel, and Whitney, drinking and dancing the night away, and putting down the roots of a great friendship and a killer ladies bowling league. The next day Blaine - newly single and still showing blotches of a peculiar shade of pink here and there due to Brittany having made the punch out of double-strength Kool-Aid - drove his still happily inebriated mother, who had partied until dawn, home to Ohio.

Kurt returned to New York, much more happily single. Two months later, he went on a blind date set up by his best friend Elliott, and they hit it off immediately. According to Kurt’s very pleased father, the guy wooed his son like romance was a National sport and Kurt’s heart was the pennant. 

Brittana lived and loved happily ever after.

THE END

[four-4-dream-land]

@feralgalaxy

It was a day in Dream Land just like any other. Kirby was sitting in the cool, green grass, watching the clouds slowly roll by. It had rained recently, but the clouds were still larger and fluffier than usual, perfect for seeing shapes within them! He spotted the forms of waddle dees, fruits, bronto burts, and ooh, that one looked like a roast chicken! Mmm... Unbeknownst to the small puff, the space behind him had started to collapse on itself, revealing a familiar portal. Lucky for him, someone nearby had noticed this. The appearance of such a portal was suspicious to Meta Knight, as Magolor was not present to conjure it. Kirby was so close to it now that at any moment, he would be in trouble.

"Kirby, look out!"

"...Poy?!!?" But it was already too late. No matter how hard Kirby struggled to escape, the portal's pull was immensely strong. As his body spiraled into nothingness, the elder knight spread his wings and dove in after him. There was no telling what would lay in wait for them on the other side.

[darriness]

Klaine Fic - Premonition - Part 4

Author: darriness

Word Count: 1852

Summary: A cancelled 18th birthday...

Author's Note: Hello! This will most likely be the last part of this fic. I'm glad I finished it before Halloween! I hope you enjoy and have enjoyed reading!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

AO3 Link

Kurt answers the phone a week later to the sound of a barking cough on the other end. His pleased smile melts into a furrowed brow and pouty lips, “Blaine? Are you okay?” He asks.

The coughing subsides and is followed by a deep, rattling inhale on the other end of the line. Kurt is about to ask his question again in the ensuing silence when Blaine finally croaks, “I’m sick.”

Kurt’s pout deepens and his heart aches a little, “I can hear that. How bad is it?”

Blaine sighs, “I’m not convinced I’m not ultimately going to die.”

“Did you go to the doctor?” Kurt asks.

“No.” Blaine huffs, “It’s just the flu. There’s nothing they could do for me.” He breaks off to cough, which makes Kurt wince, and then Blaine groans into his next sentence, “I just hate that I caught it today.”

This is actually the second phone conversation they’ve had today. Kurt had called earlier in the morning to wish Blaine a happy birthday. Blaine had been bubbly, excited, and enthusiastic during that phone call. Now, three hours later, he sounds the complete opposite.

“Obviously, I’ve had to cancel the party.” Blaine moans.

Kurt nods, “You can always have it another weekend.”

“But it’s my birthday today.”

Kurt can picture Blaine’s face in this moment and it makes his heart swell and ache in equal measure (an odd sensation considering it’s lack of biological need).

“Well, are your parents nursing you back to health?” Kurt asks.

Blaine scoffs, “They’re not even here.”

“What?” Kurt asks.

“They’re in...Cabo? Dominican? Somewhere with a beach. I didn’t tell you? I’m that cliché. Rich, neglectful parents.”

He says it flippantly, or as flippantly as someone with a raspy, cough-ravaged voice can get, but Kurt can hear the resentment in it as well.

“Fine. I’m coming to help you then.” Kurt decides suddenly, already getting up and grabbing his wallet.

“No, you’re not.” Blaine says, “I’ll get you sick.”

Kurt rolls his eyes, “Vampire, remember? I can’t get sick.”

There’s silence on the other end of the line. Kurt’s not sure if it’s because Blaine is processing the offer, asleep (probably not), or freaking out over the reminder of Kurt’s ‘condition’. It’s only been a week. It’s still new. Blaine has been amazing about the whole thing so far, far more amazing than Kurt had thought he’d be, and a weight has felt like it’s been lifted off Kurt’s shoulders. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t also thinking in the back of his mind that Blaine will turn around one day soon and suddenly not be okay. Maybe he’s just been in shock for a week.

“Are you sure?” Blaine’s voice finally says over the line. It’s small and vulnerable and Kurt’s not sure if his heart aches again or has just been continually aching this whole conversation.

“Of course, I’m sure. I’ll be there soon.” Kurt says.

“Thank you, Kurt.” Blaine whispers.

Kurt smiles softly, “Be there soon. Bye.”

He hangs up after Blaine says goodbye. He drops the arm holding his phone and looks down at the device with the same soft smile before shaking himself and looking back up.

He catches his father’s gaze from the living room and his eyes narrow slightly at the look on Burt’s face, “What?” Kurt asks.

Burt chuckles and shakes his head, “Nothing. Nothing at all. Everything okay with Blaine?”

Kurt’s still suspicious, “He’s sick. His party is cancelled, but I’m heading over to make sure he’s okay.”

Burt nods with a smirk and then turns back to the newspaper in his hands, “Sounds good. Tell Blaine I hope he feels better soon.”

Kurt watches his dad for another moment, “Okay…”

Burt just lifts his eyebrows at his newspaper and continues to smirk. Kurt doesn’t have time for his dad’s strangeness. He’s got a sick friend to help.

-- -- --

This is only the second time Kurt has been in Blaine’s bedroom, but just like the first time, there is something more important pulling his focus so he doesn’t really look around.

There’s a lump of covers on the bed and as Kurt gets closer he notices a head of wild brown curls poking out from the top.

He approaches the bed slowly, worried Blaine may be asleep. Blaine had texted him to tell him the door would be unlocked and to just let himself in.

The closer Kurt gets, he notices Blaine is not actually asleep and Kurt smiles softly when Blaine pouts as Kurt comes into his line of sight.

“I’m sick.” Blaine moans.

Kurt chuckles softly, “I can see that.” He says, perching on the side of the bed, “Did you take something?”

Blaine nods, “Yeah, just waiting for it to kick in. Thanks…” He starts but then stops, swallows, and tries again, “Thanks for coming.”

“Of course.” Kurt says. He wants to reach out and thread his fingers through Blaine’s slightly sweaty hair, but stops himself just in time, “Maybe you should sleep until it kicks in?” He suggests.

“But you just got here.” Blaine pouts.

Kurt chuckles again, “I’m used to sitting still in the quiet. I’ll be fine. Get some rest.”

Blaine’s eyes begin to droop almost immediately and moments later his breathing turns heavier and Kurt knows he’s asleep.

Kurt notices a chair across the room and pulls it over to the bed, settling in for however long the wait may be.

-- -- --

Kurt’s halfway through the second magazine he brought an hour later when he looks over at Blaine to see the other boy staring back at him from the bed. If Kurt weren’t the ultimate predator he may have jumped at the unexpectedness of Blaine being awake, instead he just smiles and closes his magazine.

“Hey, feeling better?” He asks.

Blaine stares at him for a moment, smacking his lips together lightly, and blinking slowly. Kurt thinks Blaine might not actually be awake when the other boy speaks, “Why aren’t we dating?” He says, softly.

Kurt almost chokes on his own spit. His eyes widen and he looks around the room as if someone else might be there that Blaine is talking to. The room is, of course, empty but for them and he turns back to find Blaine giving him a dreamy smile.

“I really like you, Kurt. We should be dating.” He blinks slowly again and Kurt’s eyes narrow just slightly. Is Blaine delirious? High on medication? He doesn’t seem to be in his right mind.

“Blaine, I…” Kurt’s answer is cut off by a groan from Blaine. The boy on the bed suddenly curls in on himself and clutches his stomach. Kurt’s brain immediately pivots from freaked out to caregiver, “Are you okay? Are you going to be sick?”

Blaine just moans in response and Kurt moves closer to offer help when Blaine suddenly lets out a scream and contorts on the bed in such an unnatural position that Kurt fears for his bones.

What follows is the most surreal experience of Kurt’s entire existence. He watches, over the course of about half an hour, as Blaine’s body twists, contorts, and changes until what lies before him is a mass of black...fur?

A wolf.

He’s staring at a wolf lying panting on the bedspread. Or rather...UNDER the bedspread. Covered by a bedspread. There is an almost supersonic whine emanating from the...Blaine? The wolf is Blaine. Kurt cannot deny that he just watched his best friend, maybe, possibly someday, boyfriend, turn into a literal wolf before his eyes.

Kurt is frozen with indecision. He has absolutely no idea what to do. Is...Blaine (he is still having trouble fathoming that this creature is Blaine) dangerous to him like this? Are werewolves (his brain helpfully supplying the term in a clutch) dangerous to vampires? Beyond vampire werewolf love triangles, his knowledge on the subject is lacking.

So he just...stares.

He stares while the...Blaine pants on the bed.

He stares while...Blaine finally stops panting and lifts his head off the mattress.

He stares while Blaine cocks his head to the side, ears flopping over, to regard Kurt almost curiously.

But then Blaine...barks. The sound makes Kurt jump, a reaction he hasn’t had to utilize in months. It’s off putting.

“Blaine?” Kurt says finally when the boy...wolf...on the bed barks again.

The wolf cocks his head again and stares at Kurt.

“Blaine, is that...you?” Frankly, he feels a little stupid addressing an animal in this way, but he honestly has no idea what to do. Should he get a leash? He’s lost.

The wolf stares at him for a moment longer before leaping off the bed, the duvet flying in the air and landing half on and half off the bed.

Kurt skitters out of the way and plasters himself against the wall of Blaine’s bedroom as the wolf, Blaine, launches himself out the bedroom door and down the hall.

Kurt hears loud noises from the main floor, crashing and banging and general mayhem.

Since becoming a vampire, he hasn’t felt a moment of indecision or doubt. He’s learned to trust his instincts and accept their decisions, but as it stands right now...he’s completely lost.

He stays in Blaine’s room, listening to the sounds of obvious destruction from the main floor, and chews on his lips until it’s raw.

Eventually, almost an hour later, everything goes quiet. There are no more sounds coming from the main floor and Kurt turns from cautious to concerned. Did Blaine hurt himself?

Reluctantly (another feeling he hasn’t felt in months), Kurt leaves Blaine’s room and heads down the stairs to the main floor. Everything his eyes land on is destroyed: furniture, artwork, even the front door has taken a beating.

Kurt cautiously searches the rooms on the main floor for any sign of the wolf. He should probably just leave right now, a self preservation instinct kicking in, but he finds himself unable to leave and instead methodically searches every room.

He makes it to the main living room and when he looks behind one of the couches he actually jumps (again) at what he sees. Not the wolf he had been expecting but Blaine, human Blaine, crumpled on the floor and shaking.

“Blaine!” Kurt exclaims.

Blaine whips his head up from the ground and Kurt can see his face grumble in pain before he grits out, “Kurt...”

It’s one word, but Kurt can hear, and feel, so much from it. Blaine is scared and hurting and angry and sad and confused.

Without thinking, Kurt kneels on the ground beside the other boy. Blaine is naked, but Kurt only notices it peripherally as Blaine picks himself up with effort and all but collapses into Kurt’s body.

Kurt absorbs the pressure and wraps his arms about Blaine, ignoring the sticky, sweaty texture of his skin.

“Kurt what…” Blaine breathes brokenly.

“Shhhhh,” Kurt soothes, stroking his arm, “We’ll figure it out. It’s all going to be okay.”

Kurt’s not sure if that’s true, but he tells himself he has to believe it.

[flamingredanon]

Right is wilford's son. When wilford went missing right snuck away from his godfather gene in order to look for his dad. Wilford injured but alive made it to a safe house in a town near the wall. Right found him there and for the next few weeks tried to both help his dad heal and convince him to go back to the toppats. Wilford refused under the pretense there was a traitor there and in his now weakened state he would be even easier killed. Right gave up and returned to the clan but promised to visit his dad often.

Over the next few years wilford met and fell in love with dmitri who felt the same despite eventually finding out about the whole retired toppat thing. Right while a little suspicious at first grew to love dmitri like another father with dmitri feeling vice-versa and things were fine. However dmitri still didn't really like the toppats as a whole but hid his hatred of them because right was still happy as one and wilford still had friends there. Even when right became a cyborg dmitri hid his hatred (though he did try and imprison the little cretin that nearly killed right) if only to keep his family happy.

But then one day right showed up on their doorstep broken hearted. There was a traitor on the station and they framed right. Despite being a toppat for years, despite being wilford's son (a leader still respected), not only did the clan believe the lies but so did his closest friends henry, ellie, and reginald. Right had to flee the station and didn't know where else to go.

Dmitri watched as wilford took their son into his arms careful and calm in his hold despite the fury shimmering in his eyes. And as his husband and his eyes locked that hatred for the toppats bubbled up and they both agreed. Those bastards will pay for hurting their son for daring to assume right would be disloyal.

Grigori was left in charge of the Wall while Dmitri, Wilford and Right went to the Toppat Space Station for a visit, prepared to attack if need be. They were going to put an end to this traitor business once and for all, regardless of if they are welcomed back into the clan.

Several Toppat were mummering to themselves, some were fleeing at the sight of Sir Wilford IV, Dmitri Johannes Petrov and Right. They marched straight into the communications office and demanded Burt to give them video footage of Right's room before he was falsely accused of being a traitor. Burt agreed, not really caring that a leader that was presumed dead, the Warden of the Wall and a traitor were in his office.

Burt gave them the footage and the only person to actually go in Right's room, was Thomas Chestershire. Wilford growled because he was the one that planned the heist that caused his injuries. Right thanked Burt and the three of them marched the space station in search of Thomas.

Thomas was casually drinking tea with Reginald and Henry when the door to the room was busted in. Thomas acted shocked as Reginald demanded to know what the traitor was doing back on the space station, allying himself with someone who probably faked his death and the Warden of the Wall.

Right explained that Thomas was the real traitor, that he planted the evidence against him in his room and the heist that Wilford was in all those years ago was also planned by him. Thomas and Reginald looked at each other, as Henry just looked at the floor, the feeling of guilt for not being there for Right hitting him like a truck.

Reginald then spoke that he knew all of that, that with Right hiding Wilford and allying himself with Dmitri only proves he is a traitor and danger to the clan. Henry stood up to try to defend Right and his two allies he brought with him, causes Thomas to shoot Henry in the face, aiming for his left eye.

Henry slumped over as alarms started blaring, Sir Wilford picking up the injured man as Dmitri told them to run. The three of them were slowly becoming outnumbered, this wasn't a fight they would win.

Ellie and a few Elites charged at them, cementing themselves as enemies to the clan. Right got everyone into an escape pod, and soon they were off back to Earth.

Reginald only smiled as he put Henry's old hat back on his head, it was good to be king again.

---

Henry survived his injury, thanks to Dr V and a new cybernetic eye. Henry apologized profusely to Right, asking for his forgiveness and friendship back for not trusting him. Right just pulled Henry into a hug and said he was already forgiven and he never stopped being Henry's friend.

Henry gave an awkward wave to Dmitri as Right decides to explain things to his dad so things wouldn't be so awkward. Meanwhile Sir Wilford IV just looked on from Dr V's boat, they were all traitors to the clan, with Right's other friends choosing greed and power over friendship.

It would be best for all of them to lay low. For the Toppats were no longer family to any of them.

[silksandcravats]

Love Language Series: Words of Affirmation with Flip

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warnings: swearing, female-reader, end of friendship,

It was a nasty fight, and everyone who was in the Colorado Springs’ Howard Johnson’s that day for lunch got to witness it, including Flip. You hadn’t even expected to see her today, after all, it had been quite some time since you’ve seen her last.

One of your closest friends had recently thrown herself entirely into her new relationship and you were happy for her, at least at first. You’d found your other half in Flip, your wedding was the best day of your life and of course you’d want that for your friends! But you quickly became suspicious of the mystery man when you met him in person. You could tell by your friend’s behaviour that she wasn’t totally comfortable with him, she couldn’t be herself. You watched as she slowly shifted into someone else, just last week she’d gone dancing three times, and she hated dancing. 

Flip was just finishing up paying for the check when she came in, on the arm of the man you’d grown to hate. Immediately you knew something was wrong, she looked so...tired. He leaned in to say something in her ear and she smiled at him, but the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. The couple moved to the corner of the counter, probably waiting for a takeaway order, and that was when you saw it. Her left hand came up to fiddle with the earrings she was wearing, and your eyes were drawn to a big shiny diamond sitting on her ring finger.

You must have made some kind of audible noise of shock because Flip’s head perked up, his brows furrowed, and then the detective followed your line of vision and seemed to catch on. No way she was engaged? She knew him for all of a month! You knew she was eager to settle down, but this was absolutely absurd. 

The waitress spoke some words to the couple, probably informing them it would be another minute or two on their order based on the current state of the restaurant. Your friend’s apparent fiance mumbled something to her, pressed a kiss to her cheek and excused himself, moving towards the mens room. The second she was alone you shot up from your seat, and before you could stop yourself you were marching up to your friend. 

“I know that’s not a fucking wedding ring?” A bold introduction to be sure, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Well hello to you too y/n, yes, it is. Burt proposed at the country club this past weekend, pretty isn’t it?” She smiled briefly, holding it up and staring at it. For some reason it almost sounded like she was convincing herself more than you.

“Well-uh yes, it’s very pretty,” you acknowledged, fumbling for the words you were looking for. How could this have happened? “Little soon though no?”

“I don’t think so.” She shook her head quickly. “I mean I’ve been dreaming of getting married since I was a little girl. You know that y/n, I thought you’d be happy for me,” she frowned, she looked disappointed in you.

“Of course, I want you to be happy! but,” you paused, looking behind you to make sure he was still nowhere to be seen. “You’re both so different. I just don’t think he’s the one, I want better for you, that’s all.”

“Well what the hell am I supposed to do with that y/n?” she snapped. Her temper has apparently shortened greatly since you’d seen her last.

“I didn’t mean to offend you,” you backtracked quickly. “I know how important this is to you and that’s why I want you to be with someone perfect for you!”

“Alright, well why don’t you go hand this back to him!” She pulled her engagement ring off, slamming it on the counter. “Since you seem to know my life better than I do, huh?”

“No-no I didn’t mean-”

“God this is all so like you ya know?” She was basically yelling now, and you were sure more than a few eyes had turned to look at you. “You are so selfish y/n, do you know that? You claim to care about your friends so much but the second anyone else has any chance at happiness, however fleeting, you gotta go and shoot em down to make you feel better about yourself!” 

“I can’t believe you would say that,” you whispered, stepping back.

“I should have said it a long time ago!” She continued to yell, her words slicing deep. “You were always such a miserable sorry excuse for a friend, and now you’re going to act like you’re some kind of victim! You’re going to start crying like the slimy, manipulative bitch you are, because I’m the bad guy! Aren’t I y/n?”

You set your jaw, you could feel wetness collecting in your eyes but you didn’t dare let a tear slip. You were practically in a stare off as silence fell over the two of you. If the whole diner wasn’t already watching the two of you, they certainly were now.

“You know what,” you lowered your voice so only she could hear, “I hope you're happy in this trap you’ve set up for yourself. I really do.” 

You didn’t wait for a response, instead you spun on your heel, turning for the door. Flip stood from the booth to follow you, he got to the door and paused, turning to face your ex friend. There were plenty of things he’d like to say in that moment, he felt an intense need to defend you, but he refrained, shaking his head and pushing the door open, following his wife into the parking lot.

You marched towards Flips’ Chevrolet, your mind was reeling, you simply couldn’t believe the events that had just occurred. Her words stung, she must have known they would, they were meant to. You couldn’t wrap your head around how you had lost such a dear friend so suddenly, she had just slipped between your fingers. You weren’t selfish, were you? 

You approached the passenger door and tugged at the handle twice before realising it was still locked. So you crossed your arms, waiting for Flip to catch up and unlock the car.

The car ride was silent, Flip hated it. He knew you were turning those words over and over again in your head, digesting them. When he’d first pulled out of the parking lot he’d tried placing one of his big warm palms on your knee to comfort you, but you pulled away, curling up against the door and staring out the window. He’d tried speaking to you once, but you responded quickly that you didn’t want to talk about it.

When you arrived home he followed you into the house and up to your bedroom. You picked up the laundry basket that was laying at the foot of the bed, and plopped it on top of the bed. You busiest yourself folding the rest of the load you had meant to finish it before going out for lunch. Flip sat on his brown armchair in the corner of your bedroom, a few feet away from you, and you could feel his gaze on you as you worked. You folded in silence for a few minutes, still muddling in the events of earlier, and then you heard Flip let out a loud sigh.

“Alright, come here,” he called, patting his lap, nodding his head to further emphasis himself. 

“I said, I don’t want to talk about it, please Phil,” your voice came out defeated.

“Ok,” he sat for a moment. “Well can I talk to you?” You turned to stare at his face, considering him. He gestured you over again with his head and this time you gave in, tossing one of your tops to the side and walking over to him, a little smile slipping out.

You purposefully perched yourself on the very edge of his lap, teasing him, and looked at him expectantly. He rolled his eyes and grabbed your waist tightly, tugged you all the way into him until your shoulder bumped into his chest, the sudden motion causing you to squeal. He tightened his arms around you and poked his big strong nose against your cheek.

“You know I love you honey?” He kissed your jaw.

“You don’t think I’m a selfish bitch?” you forced a half laugh, trying to pretend it didn’t bother you too much. As if that would ever work with Flip.

“You know what I think of you woman?” He asked, grabbing your chin to direct your gaze to him. He has the prettiest eyes, you thought to yourself. His intense gaze was still enough make your stomach flutter even after all these years.

“What do you think of me?” You indulge him, giving another small smile.

“I think you’re too kind for your own good sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes at that, shaking your head at him, and tried to look away.

“Nuh uh, don’t roll your eyes baby, I mean it,” he said seriously pulling your face towards him again. “Don’t you be worrying about some shit somebody else said ok? You’re the farthest thing from selfish pumpkin. You’re such a good person, and you don’t even know it. I wouldn’t change a thing about you.  You're my favourite person in the whole world baby, I’m so glad you let me marry you. Don’t know what I did to deserve you gorgeous.” He leaned forward leaving a quick, sweet kiss on your lips. Then he let go of your chin and you moved forward, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“God I love you Flip,” you spoke, voice muffled as your mouth was on top of his flannel.

“I love you more baby.”

And then he’d probably fuck you into the mattress while he made you say nice things about yourself but I’ve done my very best to keep this series PG so we’ll have to address that another time.

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[artsyxloner]

Not Just a Monster

Warning: violence, blood, flashing lights

14: Acceptance... sort of?

My heart was beating fast as he came straight for us. I had to do something I couldn't just sit here. Deciding to get up my body shook as I mustered up all the strength I had ready to fight.

But I was quickly pulled back down by Hyun-Su. " Stop! you're weak, you can barely stand." His words were Serious, but I just shook my head. " someone has to do something even if it means risking myself."

Getting out of his grip I was about to stand up to the monster when a blue van a rolling past us it made contact with the speed monster throwing him across the room.

It stopped in front of us and the door opened to reveal Jae-Heon. " get in now!!" He yelled. We hurried and made our way into the van us taking seats but there wasn't enough in the middle so we had to cram in.

Leaving me Squished up against Hyun-Su. Four body's in a three-person seat. if it weren't for the situation I would be redder than a tomato. I was right upon him.

Eun-Hyuk began to drive stepping on the gas trying to make a beeline for an exit. But weird-looking monsters were coming after us. He had hit a running them over making the cars wobbled.

This resulted in me falling forward my face fell inches towards his, I could practically feel his hot unsteady breath fan me. My stomach was twisting in knots I wanted to throw up at this feeling.

Turning away I mumbled a quick sorry and just as I did the window glass shattered. Pieces of it came in contact with my skin cutting it as Eun-Hyuk was Steering the van out of control.

A scream could be heard it was Ji-Soo a monster's hand came out grabbing her hair wanting to pull her out the window. Searching around for something to find there was Hyun-Su spear.

I was about to grab it when Jae-Heon told me and Hyun-Su to Dunk down. Doing what he told us he got up and leaned over us making Hyun-Su cover me.

His whole front was on my back but just for a few seconds because Jae-Heon had cut her hair with his Katana. Coming back she grabbed her bat smashing the monster face in.

They were all around us on each side of the windows, they climbed up on top of the car. Eun-Hyuk was Swerving the van left and right. Trying to get away but a monster busted through the rooftop.

I could see dents in the metal. Another hand shot out trying to reach for its next victim. As More glass was shattered coming my way but Hyun-Su pulled me down covering me once again.

One of his arms wrapped around me tightly as his other hand protected my head. Moments later the van crashed into a big pile of dirt or sand making us fall forward.

We had no choice but to get out. Moving quickly with Hyun-Su helping me there was smoke all around us and Sang-Wook was hitting monsters with his small sledgehammer.

Creating a path for us but there were more coming. There was no way out until Gil-Seob came and set them on fire his Enlarged modified blowtorch. Screeches could be heard them going up in flames.

We all stood behind him, watching the scene unfold. " let's go!" Jae-Heon waved us over to the exit outside the car lot. Heading back to the lobby there were sets of loud screaming.

It sounded like Su-Yeong, no, she was in trouble.  We guess fast as we could if it weren't for me we would have been there already I hope she is okay.

Getting there the spider that had wrapped me in its web early was hanging from the ceiling it's leg was caught on fire too and there was a group of girls trying to keep it pulled up.

But they ended up falling to the floor being too heavy for them. I saw the Paralyzed man laying on the floor. He was trying to crawl away from it as it came after him. I watch in horror that blood was gushing from his left thigh.

Leaving a trail, " we need to help him!" Jae-Heon called out as he and Sang-Woo rushed over there to help the old man dragging him away.

The spider monster then saw us and came to our way Charging. I saw Hyun-Su grip his spear, I knew what he was about to do. He hurriedly pushed me out of the way when the spider was right upon us.

He got in front and stabbed the spider right in the heart. Electrical sparks came from the spear creating smoke. I could see Hyun-Su shaking pushing the blade way into the monster's chest.

He Bared his teeth, as crease appeared around his forehead, eyes turning black. The monster screeched and howled as it shook violently. Hyun-Su began to back up falling to the floor as the monster leaned its whole body forward.

But he still went on trying to kill the monster. It went on for a couple more minutes until the thing went limp. Hyun-Su was still too. I hurriedly crawled over to him but he moved his leg which means he was all right.

Grabbing one of the spider's legs I helped Hyun-Su pull it off him. He got up using his spear for support breathing heavily his eyes still black. I stood back to give him space.

He looked up staring at everyone in front of him they were all surprised, and some showed relief. He turned away staring at me. Sending a small smile of gratitude he walked away over to the... quarantine room.

I wasn't going to let that happen right after he saved us. Going after him I grabbed his arm, tugging at his sleeve.

" wait!" I called to him, he stopped looking at my hand then up at me.

" I'm sorry things were made difficult for you." I apologized even though I wasn't the one Suppose to apologize. " what about you Soo-Nico? You could have died." His expression turned serious.

"you're not the monster here!" He assured me making sure everyone heard him. "you're right she not and this time we'll let you choose." Eun-Hyuk spoke up.

I was surprised by his words is he finally starting to get it? By using people isn't right. One thing was for sure they were wrong about one thing I was a monster.

I don't know why I just don't tell them since Ji-Soo is infected too there No sense in keeping it a secret but what happens if they get angry? I had led them on thinking I wasn't a monster.

When I was, the only person that knows about this is Eun-Yoo and she did a pretty good job keeping her mouth quiet. I should thank her for that.

After a while of awkward silence and staring at each other Hyun-Su decided to go back into the Quarantine room to ponder on his Decision.

We all went our separate ways, making my way to the day-care-Center I figured he needed some time same goes for me. Taking a seat I saw Yoo-ri treating Jae-Heon's arm placing it in a sling.

When she was done she got up, taking her stuff she saw me." hey are you okay?" Yoo-ri questioned me. I nodded,  " I'm fine what about you? I heard you have asthma." A few people were talking seeing that she had an inhaler.

" I'll be fine, just worry about yourself." She smiled and walked away but not before giving me a ban-aid. I knew I didn't need it but I just put it on so people won't get Suspicious.

Unwrapping it I placed the bandage on my cheek where the glass had cut me. It felt weird having it on. Soon it was lunchtime. I had run out of food in my bag so know I had to eat with everyone not that it was bad but getting food in front of people gave me Anxiety.

But I was hungry so I went on to the stores that they were serving lunch walking in there was chattering until everyone got quiet staring at me. Ignoring the Protruding eyes, I went over to Hye-in she was the one giving out the grub.

Getting a plate she poured out some rice, smiling at me. I quickly thanked her for wanting to leave but the girl with the purple shirt I rencountered stopped me.

" I just wanted to say, I'm sorry for the way we treated you. Making you think you had to go up there and risk your!" She apologized bowing. She was truly sorry I could tell.

Bringing my hand up I gave her shoulder a little Squeeze excepting it. Then leaving trying to find a place to eat. Finding an abandoned hallway with a giant wooden pallet I sat down.

My legs were up to my chest, rethinking what happened today. Picking up my spoon I played with the rice moving it around. We're they finally going to accept Hyun-Su for being a monster or was this temporary until he turns?

He showed Eun-Hyuk not all monsters were bad, that there are good ones like the slim monster I encountered. He didn't harm me, it was more like he was trying to free me.

Taking small bites, footsteps were coming down the hall. It sounded like two, seeing who it was my eyes landed on Hyun-Su and Sang-Wook. Seeing them together would be like a movie where they were the two outsiders of the group no one likes.

Counting me that's three, the outcast trio. They noticed me and stopped, it looks like they didn't want to eat with the others either. " you guys to huh?" I patted a seat. " currently you guys don't want to eat anywhere else so sit."

They were quite debating on whether to sit or not. But someone else came through pushing past them it was Gil-Seob he took a seat. We all stared at him. " you are distracting me sit!" He demanded.

They soon took their seats, picking at their food, like they weren't hungry, or probably just comfortable eating in front of people. But Gil-Seob was gobbling it up like no tomorrow.

The Smacking up his lips and food inside his mouth Made me cringe. Out of all things, " that was a good meal." He Burt wiping his mouth off. I wasn't hungry anymore.

" what's wrong with you three? everyone's uncomfortable around you, at least be comfortable alone." He assured us, he had a point. We three were outcasts.

With Hyun-Su being infected, everyone was weary around Sang-Wook because of his past and me the girl who came from outside they know nothing about that could be infected.

The old man grumbled.

" Just don't sit there frowning with that scarred face. You're making me queasy and why do have those scars on your arm." He pointed them out like it was no big deal, I saw Hyun-Su pull down his sleeve. He still had the bandaid on.

What type of person would point out someone's scares like that? I sighed frustrated setting down my spoon. "that's rude you know?" I Blurred out, crossing my arms. " you can't just ask someone why they have scares, you don't know the reason behind them!"

The old man was stunned by my scolding. The others were astonished I was fussing at an elder not that it mattered anymore, anyway.

" well, someone's not afraid to speak her mind little red." The old man laughed it off. Emphasizing the red part just because of my hair. " well I have you two beat!" He lifted his shirt showing a large stitching scar that looks like a backward L.

"There wasn't one will help the organ in my body.  The stupid doctor told me I wouldn't last six months, Sure showed that quack." He did an airy chuckle, " living this long...Want to know what my secret is?" He wheezed.

" it's eating every day, so just gobble up your food yeah,  We all are struggling to try to eat and survive, you know." Hearing his words he was right, picking up my spoon again I began to eat so did the others.

I smiled to myself maybe, instead of fighting to Survive, I should just live while I'm still here. This made me take a few glances at Hyun-Su but I didn't know he was doing the same thing.

A/N

I love this ending if you guys want to comment on how you like this story please don't be afraid to give your opinion.

[toorusbaby]

second choice, pt. 4

summary: being in love with hajime iwaizumi is like riding a rollercoaster of emotions. it’s thrilling as it is exciting, but you feel a little lightheaded... because he doesn’t know how you feel. the worst part? he thinks you’re in love with his best friend.

warnings: just pure fluff, oikawa cockblocks, slow burn, slight angst if you squint real hard

word count: 1,885

part five here

Your face burned at how blunt your words sounded when spoken aloud and it took extreme self-control to not facepalm yourself in embarrassment. You nervously bit the inside of your cheek. 

That definitely sounded better in my head, you thought. 

The only sounds you could hear were the shuffling of your feet beside Iwaizumi. The ace however, was taken aback by your response and had remained silent to gather his thoughts. 

She wanted to spend time with me? Wouldn’t she want to spend time with Oikawa instead since she likes him?

Unable to hold his words back, the blushing boy had blurted out the question that had bothered him for months. 

 “Y/N, do you like Oikawa? Romantically, I mean,” He asked, his voice slightly wavering. Nonetheless, he didn’t look away from your face; he wanted to see your entire reaction. Iwaizumi was terrified to hear what you were going to say next. Even though he was hoping you didn’t feel that way towards his best friend, the spiker knew there was a low possibility of you returning his feelings anyways. Despite his self-doubt, your answer still mattered to him. When he heard you chuckle, Iwaizumi was confused.

“You keep asking me questions about Oikawa, Iwa,” you sighed and twirled the pom-pom keychain on your purse. “I won’t ask why, but this is the last time we’re bringing him up today.” You teasingly scolded the ace with a small grin, approving of his quick nod. 

“I think Oikawa is extremely attractive, not to mention charming. He’s incredibly sweet,” you started off. 

Gross. Iwaizumi couldn’t help but grimace.

“But I only see him as a friend. Nothing more, nothing less,” you shrugged your shoulders. The adrenaline in your veins gave you the courage to say one last thing. You turned your head and cheekily grinned at Iwaizumi’s indistinguishable expression. “I do like someone else though, even though he’s pretty clueless for a smart person.” 

Iwaizumi felt his chest constrict at your words but he resisted the intense urge to question who the lucky person was. Although he was silent when the two of you continued to walk, the volleyball player’s mind was filled with questions. If you didn’t like Oikawa in a romantic way, which other boy were you interested in? Iwaizumi was aware of your friend circle; the only boys you interacted with were on the volleyball team. As far as he knew, you weren’t into younger guys so he could count out the underclassmen. Iwaizumi also wasn’t suspicious of either Hanamaki and Matsukawa since jokesters weren’t your type. So who the hell could it be?

Unless the person was from another school. 

Hajime had to stop himself from clenching his fists at the thought of you swooning over a student from Karasuno. Or Date Tech. Maybe Shiratorizawa? Please God, not Shiratorizawa, he pleaded internally. But in truth, the school didn’t matter. Although he was desperate to know who the mystery boy was, Iwaizumi respected your privacy. If you wanted to tell him who the boy was, Iwaizumi would allow you to do so on your own merit.

He just really wished it was him. 

“You see that over there?” Your voice broke the green eyed boy’s train of thought. Startled, Iwaizumi looked in the direction of your finger. When his eyes landed on what you were pointing to, he was surprised. How did he not see that earlier? It was nearly impossible to miss. Iwaizumi quickly looked at you, only to be met with your twinkling eyes. Despite the icy air, you felt warm inside. The beaming smile on Iwaizumi’s face was definitely worth the cold walk. It was the giddy sparkle in your eyes that warmed Iwaizumi’s cheeks. 

“I figured you’d like it. But,” You slid your purse off and clutched it to your chest. The spiky haired boy watched you, oblivious to what you were about to initiate. Before he could question you, your body positioned itself into a running stance. “The last one there loses!” You shouted and took off. Iwaizumi blinked to himself, clearly at a loss for words. Seconds later, the blushing wing spiker found himself running after you, shouting at you to be careful. 

༺♥༻

“All I’m saying is that you should’ve never tried to go up against me,” Iwaizumi snickered, the rare sight of a smug smirk making you roll your eyes. 

“Well someone’s cocky,” You flicked the volleyball player’s forehead, eliciting a small groan from the tall boy. “But we all know that I let you win.” You grinned.  

There the two of you stood, on top of the wooden arched bridge that hovered above the koi fish pond you had grown to love over the years. Watching the koi fish never failed to comfort you, even if you had always done so alone when visiting Osaki. Today however, was different. Although you felt as if the pond was a ‘secret’ of yours, you decided to bring the special boy who meant just as much to you, along.

Despite the many clouds in the sky, a bit of sunlight had been able to shine through. The branches of willow trees that dangled over the pond that was scattered with lily pads was truly a sight to behold. With his body leaning against the railing of the wooden bridge, one would assume that Iwaizumi would be focused on the swimming koi fish just below him. After all, he was surprisingly fond of fish; the beautiful scenery before him was an additional plus. Iwaizumi never took mother nature for granted. But if that was truly the case, why couldn’t the green eyed boy take his eyes off of you?

Beside him, you were also against the bridge, your chin resting in the palm of your hand. From the way strands of your hair fell onto your face because of the wind, to the way a small crinkle formed at the corner of your right eye when you smiled down at the pond, Iwaizumi noticed it all. 

The distance between you wasn’t large by any means; it was close enough for the boy to truly study your features. The fading acne scar on your cheek, the tiny zit on your chin, a small beauty mark or two in different places. The way your mascara was a bit smudged under your lower lashes due to moving around the entire day, walking through the smoke of barbecues at the festival. The way your lipgloss had naturally faded away even after you reapplied, but hints of the color remained, reminding Iwaizumi of strawberries on a warm, summer day. 

Despite what you’d consider flaws, he thought you still looked breathtaking. Before today, neither of you had been so close in proximity physically; everything was always from a distance. However, after spending the entire day with you, the hours filled with laughter, teasing, and smiles, Iwaizumi had never felt closer to any other person, physically or emotionally.  

A large koi fish had caught your attention, surprising you at how its white scales sparkled from under the water. “Haji, look at that one!” With widened eyes and a beaming grin, you placed a hand on his arm. Lifting your gaze away from the pond, you turned your head to face the boy beside you, whose green eyes were already on yours. 

You had never had the chance to really look at Iwaizumi’s face before, especially not up close. Hajime’s dark brown hair actually had a few lighter strands, a likely result of being out in the sun for hours on end in the summer. His warm green eyes had flecks of grey within, framed by the long dark lashes always made your knees weak. You could tell that his pink lips were soft, seeing as Iwaizumi always applied a layer of Burt’s Bees lip balm; you could smell the faint scent of peppermint from where you were standing. From the obvious details to the smaller ones such as the very few fading acne scars and the small chicken pox scar Iwaizumi had next to his left eye, your mouth became dry. He was just so handsome.

Iwaizumi felt his cheeks burn at the thought of you observing his features. The way your eyes wandered across his face caused the volleyball player to purse his lips together, a wave of shyness washing over him. Was there something on his face? 

Suddenly, you felt a small itch in your nose. Quickly, you turned away to quietly sneeze, awkwardly grinning afterwards. “Oh, excuse me,” you sniffled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear to face the boy once again. This time, Iwaizumi’s lips were formed into a small frown.

Way to ruin the moment, Y/N. You sighed to yourself and pulled your sleeves out far enough to bury your clenched hands underneath the turtleneck. 

“It’s pretty cold, huh? Even so— Iwa? What are you...” 

Iwaizumi stood straight, eyebrows furrowed as he began to undo his scarf. With a sigh and click of his tongue, he expertly wrapped the navy blue fabric around your neck, lifting your hair out of the way. Frozen at his sudden action, your arms felt like jell-o at your sides.

“Geez, you’re gonna to get sick, Y/N. Why didn’t you bring a scarf in the first place? Or gloves?” Iwaizumi gently scolded, huffing in the process. His green eyes were quick to glance at your clenched fists that were hiding underneath your now-extended sleeves. 

The feeling of Iwaizumi’s body heat along with his signature pine scent that lingered on his scarf caused blood to rush to your face. You were sure you’d pass out at any given moment. Much to your luck (and confusion), you remained conscious, staring at the boy with wide eyes, especially when he began to remove the black gloves from his hands. 

“Iwa,” You called out, placing a hand on his to stop his actions. “You don’t have to do that,” you mumbled, your eyes darting away from his face in embarrassment. If you thought you had been shy around the volleyball player before, this situation took the cake. You couldn’t help but stare at your makeshift sweater paws.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N. If you catch a cold—“

“Iwa-chan, what are you, my mom?” 

The infamous death glare Iwaizumi sent in your direction to intimidate you only caused a loud laugh to escape your lips. It wasn’t long before you accidentally snorted, causing you to cover your mouth to laugh even more. At the sound of your snort, the ace’s frown morphed into a smile before he chuckled himself. With a lopsided grin, Iwaizumi began to slide his gloves on to your ice cold hands. You didn’t stop him. 

“Even without him here, it’s almost as if Shittykawa’s presence remains.”

“You make it sound like he’s dead, Iwa.”

“He will be if he keeps influencing you like this, you dummy.”

Iwaizumi’s teasing smile made you grin cheekily. There was truly no other person in the world that could compare to the boy leaning his side against the railing before you. 

“Shush,” you joked and used your now gloved hand to play with the ends of the soft scarf around your neck. It wasn’t just any scarf though.

It was Iwaizumi’s.

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[angelmichelangelo]

i’m about five years too late and nobody asked for this except me and i need to just get this out of my brain because it’s 2am so here’s a list of things i wish happened on glee that didn’t HERE WE GO:

- new directions being actual teenagers. just them hanging out. going to group sleepovers. giant study sessions (because school exists in this universe?) like remember in tpp when they were eating lunch together ? that’s what i wanted MORE of. just them being actual friends. a sleepover episode is all i wanted imagine all the abba songs we could have gained from that episode

- a halloween themed episode. the closest to this that we got was the ‘thriller/heads will roll’ mashup which YES was iconic but im greedy and it’s not enough. my idea for a halloween episode is that the gang gets trapped inside the school after staying behind to idk rehearse? or something? and then things get progressively worse as they start to go a little mad, thinking the school is haunted and they split up into pairs trying to find an escape and they think they’re seeing ghosts/someone lurking around the school and they’re getting real spooked but it turns out it’s just sue fucking with them lmao

- kurt and finn being brothers. THE POTENTIAL WAS THERE and sadly after furt we are left with crumbs. why ?? WHY?? little moments like finn saying that he’s driving back home with kurt or them saying they can’t do something because they have a family thing would have been good enough. more scenes of them hanging out in their home with their parents would have been *chefs kiss* but alas. it never happened because glee writers are bastards

- based off my last point: sam actually living at the hudson-hummel house because he actually did live there? but nothing is ever said like what’s the dynamic there why weren’t kurt and sam and finn close if they all lived together for what? like a year? was sam living in the mf shed? did he ever get close to carole and burt?? where tf did he live when everyone went off to college did he just stay in their house lol who knows not me LMAO

- blaine dealing with his trauma ? mental health was never dealt with very well on this show. emma’s ocd was just ignored after she got married or whatever and blaine mentioned his trauma once and then it was ignored until it was mentioned in passing a few seasons later and even he just brushed it off and it was never brought up again like wtf. i have no idea how they wrote a whole episode about hate crime in bash and they never once thought to have blaine and kurt have a single conversation together, let alone a conversation about how they’d both been victims of a hate crime. AND THE ONLY TIME BLAINE DOES MENTION IT IS IN TESTED WHERE ITS JUST USED AS A REASON FOR THEM TO FIGHT AAAAAAAA no wait im calm it’s okay. i just would have liked to have seen kurt and blaine have an emotional moment together in that episode that didn’t include blaine singing and kurt being knocked tf out. just sayin.

- kurt dealing with HIS trauma !! again, glee gets bad points for talking about mental health and it just is crazy that they had so much potential with kurt, ie: depression, anxiety, ocd (kinda?) his bullying, being literally assaulted (i see u ryan murphy taking that whole plot line so loosely mmhm) and then shoehorning in the fact that he was suicidal AT THE SECOND TO LAST EPISODE when they had a whole episode about suicide and they could have mentioned it at any time but ofc they didn’t because the writers just wanted to shove in as much as they could in the flashback episode AYE AYE AYE the potential!!!! oof.

- literally just more tina. jenna ushkowitz is a fantastic actor/singer/preformer and she was criminally underused. i like the episode props because of two reasons: one. everyone switching characters was amazing. and two. some actual tina scenes. even if she.. technically was rachel but also herself or something? either way. i digress

- this is just in general but MORE ABBA AND ALSO THE CARPENTERS and also some sound of music songs would have worked GREAT but they already had like a million songs and as the show progressed they veered away from old songs and more towards popular songs at the time to help chart numbers blah blah blah whatever it’s cool. but also how did they only do a few abba songs that is criminal

- a more fleshed out ending that wasn’t so rushed. like rachel won a tony and everyone else is just? there? why is sam at mr shue’s house ??? how did artie get up the stairs? did quinn graduate from yale? and where tf was kurt and blaine’s child during ‘i lived’ because burt and carole are vibing in the audience and rachel isn’t pregnant so like? is the baby just?? alone somewhere in the wings?! lmao where are u bby girl!! but once again i know they didn’t have the time to do it so idk it’s fine what they did it just sucks we didn’t get more! but again. fanfic exists so yah im all good

- more of blaine’s mum. or mom, in this case i guess. why cast gina gershon and then give her ONE line like ? ik there was a whole deleted script that explained why she was there but i love that up until that point blaine seemed like he genuinely murdered his parents, lived in their big house all alone and when people got suspicious he just told them that they were “out of town” :) either way pam is great i love her and i wish she had more to do in the one episode she was ever in. not even a moment with blaine?? wasted.

- more of cooper anderson, matt boomer is so fucking funny everytime i think of the emotion tornado i bust a lung laughing like it’s so fucking stupid but oh my good i love it. (and if you haven’t watched the special feature of cooper’s transformers audition tape please please watch it because it’s just so funny.) ik he was just a special guest but i wish they got him back for at least the wedding ep but guess my mans was just busy. boo ;(

- going back a couple of points, i wish they’d done a whole episode like props. every actor here just shines when they’re impersonating each other. finn and puck as kurt and blaine is beautiful and quinn and sugar is incredible. also idk why they refused kevin the right to wear the cheerios skirt; they could have put a little more effort into some characters but that’s glee for ya lmao but yeah. a whole episode like that would have been so much fun

- they should have let chris colfer write more episodes. purely for the fact that he wrote with his own bare hands the whole scene where lea michelle’s character gets dragged down a road by dogs. this guy. it’s a shame he only got to write one since he actually did a really good job! i would have loved to have seen what other episode ideas he had :)

- glee in the summer! obviously it only was centred around the school year but after season 3 who honestly gave a shit about the glee club and mckinley lmao i wanna see them in SHORT SHORTS and POOL PARTIES but nope we just got september - june so like rip all my hopes and dreams

- WHAT HAPPENED TO DALTON? bitch just burst into flames ?? and for WHAT?? oh yeah plot convenience smh this is so sad i wish they’d either written something better than “we need the warblers to team up with new directions so uhhh the school burnt down” like. it’s a private school. if the school is gone and they’re just staying at mckinley what are the parents paying for? they’re just cool with sending their kids off to public school now? every adult in this universe has been murdered by these kids, haven’t they? they’re just doing whatever they want jfc

- a wedding was a good episode. ish. and yknow, huge kudos to them because gay marriage wasn’t legal in the us at the time so im less harsh on the fact that they definitely threw up the rainbow flags and made it less about the characters getting married and more so “we have gay characters and look they’re getting married what a concept” but i do wish we could have gotten some more married!klaine since they don’t really have much to do after this understandably but a little moment alone together after the wedding would have been nice :) IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE IM TELLING YOU

- get rid of the hummelberry friendship and send mercedes to new york instead. i have nothing else to add to this other than the fact that i mourn the fact that kurt and mercedes went from bffs to just. school mates. this is tragic this is traaaaagic !! and all for more of the rachel berry show smh

- every day i wonder what was going through carmen tibideaux mind when she watched the kurt hummel preform not the boy next door and was like :) and then watched rachel berry have a breakdown on stage and then proceeded to give rachel the spot at nyada and kurt gets payed literal dust. and THEN she had the nerve to tell him it was because his performance had no heart. AND HOW DID ADAM GET IN THIS BABY GOT BACK MOTHERFUCKER?! nyada is a circus school oh my god !!!!! kurt deserved better im telling yall he deserved so much better

there’s so much more i could rant about but im going insane im so tired and i need psychological help after watching glee so im gonna leave it here and say peace out homies it’s been fun but i need to sleep so bad

[sparxwrites]

fake fic titles: thirty-one weeks in the glass city, eighty pounds of wreckage in a mason jar

Title: thirty-one weeks in the glass city Rating: Teen Fandom: Critical Role Relationships: Percy de Rolo/Vex’ahlia Tags: Modern AU, Coffee Shop AU, Legal Process, Canonical Character Deaths, Romance, Angst, Percy has a caffeine addiction

Percy hasn’t lived in the city for several years now. But the unexpected and highly suspicious “accidental” death of his family has forced him back, to sort out irregularities in their will - and fight the mysterious Briarwoods for custody of his only surviving relative, Cassandra. It’s going to be a long and lonely eight months, in a city he can’t stand.

Meanwhile Vex, the owner of the coffee shop across the street from Burt Reynolds Esq. Law Practice, is intrigued by their newest client. It’s only been a week, but she’s already knows his breakfast order - a black americano, two shots, and a croissant - and she thinks she’d quite like to know more...

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Title: eight pounds of wreckage in a mason jar Rating: Teen Fandom: Critical Role Relationships: Percy de Rolo/Vex’ahlia  Tags: Major Character Injury, Hospitals, Drama, Relationship Struggles, Angst, Guilt

Having finally won his sister, and his family’s fortune and ancestral home, back from the grasping hands of the Briarwoods, Percy thinks it’s finally over. The hell that has been the last eight months is finally behind him, and he’s finally safe. Finally free to be the partner Vex deserves, the partner he wants to be for her.

Two weeks later, Percy crashes his car with Vex in the passenger seat. He walks away with a handful of bruises; she ends up in intensive care, with doctors refusing to make any promises. Percy finds himself back in hell - except this time, it’s one of his own making, and not all of his friends have his back...

(Sequel to thirty-one weeks in glass city.)

[noobsomeexagerjunk]

WAYWARD GUIDE THEORY

this was made post-Episode 5, pre-Chapter 5--very long but read the whole thing please my mind is still shaking from what i confidently believe is the art of galaxy braining

1. behind the name is a fun website

isn’t our alpha named Connor, and the town named Connor Creek??? 

2. there is no doubt that Paul has been turned into a werewolf, but the advantages this can bring to the investigation are great

we know that the werewolves that we witnessed have no intentions of causing murder and immediately jumped to suspecting Paul and Artie--if Connor finds out Paul got turned by his attacker and Prism’s murderer (unless there were two wolves that evening but hey) then he and the other innocent werewolves can trust him and Artie

we can trust Connor, the alpha, but i don’t think we can trust the other guy conversing with him in Artie’s eavesdropping

though i feel they might object to being podcasted

but Paul being and participating as a werewolf would make it easier for him and Artie to track the killers

we know the killers are werewolves since the nature of the wounds are animal-like, plus the circumstances of Prism and Paul’s encounter suggest this (one person died while the other turned)

3. we have Miner Mole & Silas Torsen, Truman Hensley, and the members of the Town Council plus the werewolves behind the killings; what’s up with them???

Miner Mole & Silas Torsen

The best thing about Silas is that he’s surprisingly honest? At least once the obvious about him is made obvious. He only hides with the impressionable, but he seemed relatively frank around Artie

We know his intentions right away from Chapter 3, Episode 3, and Episode 4: Silas wants to recover his lost power from his previous acts of incompetence by making Miner Mole get silver from Connor Creek. He used Truman and promises of economic prosperity for the working poor of the town in order to exploit the place and get silver, in turn restoring his corporate power and income.

Miner Mole prospering means CHIMERA prospering. (Spies Are Forever fans know what’s up with CHIMERA.)

Not unlike a number of real-life government-corporation relationships, Silas and Truman clearly made a deal of mutual benefit.

Upon further rewatching, I think he might have some idea. He wanted Artie to stop recording once she brought up Ryan’s murder. He may not exactly know who the Reynolds family members are properly, but I still find it suspicious that he got the name “Burt Reynolds” correct at all. He either completely knows Hensley’s intentions or parts of it. Hensley has familial associations with mining corporations too, according to Chapter 4.

Truman Hensley

What does this woman want? Seriously? Besides Mining and a history of associating with politics, what is her goal? For what reason besides helping Miner Mole does she need political power? If it was all about Miner Mole, then we’ve already lost. We know there’s more than that.

Truman Hensley’s political and economic career has been defined by going from small town to small town and using private companies to increase the towns’ economic power and general livelihood. She’s been doing this for fifteen years and is a very experienced politician. She’s very ideal for a town that needs mining operations. Reasons why one would oppose her would be resistance to change, a general fear of exploitation by Miner Mole, and obviously a probable depletion of the werewolf population giver her relationship to Miner Mole, a company who is there to mine silver.

Hensley strongly prioritizes family. Her family history is quite interesting—her father is the cause for her political ambition being a policy-maker for the DOI. She deadass quotes him in her speech during the townhall meeting with “As a young girl, my father instilled in me our family’s sacred creed: Above all else, never settle!” which may describe her mentality. Her association with mining is through her maternal grandfather. “Mine Your Own Business” seems to imply something quite money-oriented too.

I bet Truman is a descendant of the McMahon family. We know the Connors and the McMahons fought over the silver mines and the McMahons got kicked for being too greedy. If there is truth to that description by Dockweiler, then it would make sense for them to make a business out of their skills in mining. They must have wanted to prosper through mining pure silver. Her motivations must lie in restoring the family name, considering Mine Your Own Business was described by Artie as “a glorified prospector.” Also, she ends her townhall speech with “Together, we will restore this town to its former glory, and make the original founders [...and the Reynolds boy,] proud!” Dockweiler claimed that the McMahons were also town founders alongside the Connors.

Truman Hensley, as of Episode 5, is in power, and it is also in this episode that the town finds out about the werewolf thing. She’s gonna utilize this to her advantage as a means to get rid of the Connors off of Connor Creek and claim the town in the name of the McMahon family.

The Town Council + The Suspected Werewolves

If Episode 5’s revelations are of any indication, plus #1, the Connors are either a family of werewolves or a family that got turned into werewolves. They were described as miners as well, founders right next to the McMahons. Reasons for their claim over silver would be to contain the material that could kill them. Connor Creek only began mining again once Torsen and Hensley entered the picture, since according to Cliff in Chapter 3, the last town council did little if any mining at all. (You know, maybe that’s why he’s in the town council himself; he was dissatisfied with the inactivity of the last council)

There are six members of the town council, and we know they held an election so they can decide who would break the tie concerning Miner Mole operating in Connor Creek. Going back to my thoughts on Episode 4, I suspected 4 as pro-mining. Now that I think about it, if that were the case the election would’ve been unneccessary. Since Truman won, the act allowing Miner Mole to work was passed by one vote. Between Agnes, Cliff, Sybilus, and Riley; one of them voted against Miner Mole. 

I’m suspecting Agnes, now that I rewatched her scenes again. She’s the town travel agent, and therefore aware of how increased mining can affect tourism. On one hand, she’s been using the old-fashioned energy of the town as her selling point, but she’s aware that the town could use some changes. They other three have to be pro-mining. Cliff is a miner himself, Sybilus is accountant to Miner Mole, and Riley is Truman’s campaign manager.

We know based on #2 and Episode 5 that not all the werewolves are bad, and that not all the werewolves are Connor kin (i.e. Paul turning), so I am led to believe that either Silas or Truman recruited renegade wolves to orchestrate the murders. These wolves would have to have varying reasons for doing so, either to risk their lives in upgrading the town, or finding opportunities to seize power, heck even secretly find some way to get rid of Silas and Truman to seize control of the silver themselves. We don’t have any leads on those wolves, but we can keep an eye on the wolf who was conversing with Connor.

There is a chance for some of these renegade wolves to be in the town council, or at least among the pro-mining citizens, but hey, people can lie. Right now, it is hard to tell.

TLDR; Truman Hensley is a McMahon who wants to claim Connor Creek back for her family, and the implications of this are dangerous.

[henrikvanderswoon]

MURDER AT TURQUOISE INN: A Nancy Drew Story Written by 10-year-old Yours Truly Readthrough

Alright, guys, you asked for it! It’s pouring down rain outside, I’ve grabbed some tea, I have my entire Nancy Drew game music track playlist going, and I’m ready to crack this s nutcase wide open.

Absolute ridiculousness below: 

The fact that this story is titled “Murder at Turquoise Inn” is already sending me, and it has nothing to do with the fact that I spelled it terquoice on the cover page.

I also started this story out with a letter to Ned. God bless. 

Dear Ned, Beth Robertson was murdered! 

As if Ned (or anyone else) even knows who the fuck Beth Robertson is, Nancy. 

I named the owner of the inn Tina Mulberry, and I think that was very sexy of me. 

“I turned to do something, and when I came back, she was dead on the floor! I could tell because her heart wasn’t beating and she wasn’t breathing!”

I mean… that’ll do it, Tina. That’ll do it. 

Oh, but she can’t prove anything now because she ran to get help and when she returned the body was fucking MISSING.

Bess throws a conniption fit every time someone says “Beth.”

“Oh, hello, Nancy,” she greeted.

“Hello,” Nancy greeted back. 

That is some…some god-tier writing right there. 

I really had no concept of space and time in fifth grade.

It was a huge room. Bigger than the cafeteria in Ned’s college.

Oh, was it? 

A message from the author: Hey kiddos, if you’re snooping around in someone’s closet and you come across a completely conspicuous button just chilling on the wall, don’t press it.

The three girls came out of the closet.

Well, there you have it, folks. Nancy, Bess, and George are gay. Everyone’s gay. Even your cat is gay.

Tina has a niece named Lily who calls her Mrs. Mulberry. Also, Tina consistently neglects her work duties in favor of writing a screenplay at the front desk computer and I have no idea why. 

The murderer is walking around leaving stupid messages with the drawing of a knife on them trying to curse everyone and I’m so confused. Where the hell was I going with this? 

“I KNOW YOU SAW BETH DEAD, BUT IF YOU TELL ANYONE, A DEADLY CURSE WILL FALL UPON YOU.”

WHAT DOES THIS EVEN FUCKING MEAN?

The lines in this thing are really just peak writing:

George took off after him at a safe distance to avoid being seen. But BAD LUCK FOR HER, the man jumped into a car and drove off.

 Someone sabotaged the girls’ rental car while they were away from the hotel, and this couple they literally just met are like: “I just remembered, we have an extra car that we don’t use. You could use that.” Who the fuck–?

Uh, oh. They got back to the hotel and found their own curse lying in Bess’ suitcase:

LAY OFF THE CASE, NANCY DREW. YOU MADE MRS. MULBERRY TELL YOU THE MURDER STORY. NOW THE CURSE IS UPON YOU TOO.” 

This sounds like a ten-year-old wrote it… wAiT A MiNutE–

Literally nothing in this story explains what the curse would even do to them. I love myself.

The culprit: *leaves threatening messages warning people not to speak about the murder or they’ll be cursed*

Nancy:

“Oh, hello,” Jackson greeted.

“Hi,” Nancy said. “Say! Have you heard about the murder?”

I ALMOST SPAT OUT MY TEA.

Also:

“I’m going to the store to, um, get some stuff. Like food.”

“But there’s foot here.”

“I just want to BUY things, okay? You’re so NOSEY!”

Jackson stormed off, leaving Nancy astonished. That put him on her suspect list FOR SURE.

This is a literary gem.

The way the dialogue sounds in this thing…I mean you can just tell the only written media I had been consuming at that time was the 1930′s books. 

“I think,” Nancy replied. “That tomorrow we should go to the place where I followed Jackson.”

Giving me Scooby-Doo vibes too. 

The number of times Bess says something like, “Why, Nancy!” or “This is horrid!” really makes me want to turn this into a drinking game. Take a shot every time Bess speaks like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. 

“Oh, fiddlesticks,” Bess exclaimed. 

…

No comment. 

Also, Nancy’s unadulterated sass my fifth-grade self gave her is both the worst and the best thing I’ve ever seen: 

“But what if the house isn’t empty?” Bess asked. 

“Bess, please. Ever heard of the word: S-N-E-A-K?”

I want to harpoon myself. 

There’s an elaborate maze of tunnels running underground that connects the hotel to this sketchy house miles away. The characters consistently find themselves back there several times throughout the story and literally nothing about it makes any sense at all, nor is it ever explained.  

“Man, that passageway confuses me,” said George.

Thank you, George, it confuses all of us. 

I’m actually embarrassed about how many times I refer to the group of characters as a “threesome” or a “foursome” in this thing. It’s really just the worst.

The culprit purposefully leaves behind their real initials multiple times in this story and has the audacity to be surprised when they get caught at the end? Iconique™. 

“I’m just a weird ol’ guy, Sweety-Cakes.” 

Ned, are you okay? Was I okay when I wrote this? 

Ned’s coming to visit, and he brings Burt and Dave with him and boy howdy did I forget about those two. 

“This mystery sounds dangerous,” Burt remarked. “Shouldn’t you leave this case to the men?” 

“I’d like to see you try,” Nancy fired back.

Yaaaassss, Queen. Get his ass. 

Also the murderer has now resorted to hitting people with a driverless vehicle and I’m honestly convinced ten-year-old me was on drugs. 

“Good! We were starting to get worried about you.” 

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I…wait…wait, actually, worry about me!” 

The line goes dead here because Lily’s car was uhhhh T-boned. 

My only regret in this story is that the Hardy Boy’s are not here. Although, in hindsight, they’re probably lucky they didn’t get subjected to this shitshow. 

Meanwhile, George thought maybe Bess had made a mistake and walk’s into the men’s bathroom. She walked in but found no one–well, except a bunch of screaming men. 

I don’t even know what to say. 

They went to see Lily in the hospital and Bess got hit by a driverless car in the fucking parking lot. WHAT KIND OF MADWOMAN WOULD WRITE THIS I CAN’T BREATHE.

That night, back at the hotel, Nancy gets lured out of the hotel and into the back forest behind it because someone’ s playing weird music and I’m just now realizing my child self had no idea what kind of theme to run with here (murder, hauntings, curses, GTA) so I just went with all of them at once.

“I could just destroy it,” Ned said as he studied the lock. “Stand back.” Backing up a few yards, he bolted for the cabin door and broke it down with a strong kick. “For Nancy!” he shouted. 

HeR Interactive’s Ned could never.

 So they find Nancy tied up in a cabin in the woods and, lo and behold there’s a trap door that LeADs InTo tHE UnDeRGroUnD TuNnEls. Who’da thunk?

And of course they find a journal written in code, and the code key just happens to have been left in the cabin. 

“I’ve written this journal in code so if anyone finds it, they will not discover my secret. Okay, now that I’ve said that, here is my secret.” 

This is the first line Nancy decodes. I’m…

Naturally, we find out that Beth Robertson was not dead, but just kidnapped (don’t even ask me how the fuck they got her body to appear dead…drugs?) and being held in the underground tunnels. 

Because this makes perfect sense. 

“You seem different. Your voice doesn’t sound the same and you’re a little shorter than you usually…” Tiffany trailed off. “You are Jackson, aren’t you?”

“No,” Ned said. “Thanks for asking.” 

This is 100 times funnier without context so I’m not giving you any. 

I don’t know about you guys, but if I was arranging a meeting with a colleague and they showed up in a ski mask and a hooded cloak, I’d be a little suspicious.

“But you’ re supposed to be delivering Nancy Drew poisonous flowers from her ‘boyfriend.’”

Oh my god this bitch pulls a gun on Ned and together the rest of the group (you know, the ones who haven’t been hit by a car) fucking go APESHIT on this woman’s ass. I CAN’T BREATHE. 

And of course they find Beth tied up somewhere in the tunnels and get her to safety, and they learn that Bess and Lily are recovering well in the hospital and go to visit them and everything’s all bright and happy. 

THE LAST LINE OF THE STORY HAS ME SCREAMING, THOUGH. To the point where I’m just gonna sign off here and leave you all with it. 

“Man.” Lily looked sad. “I wish I hadn’t missed almost the whole thing.” 

Bess spoke up. “I, on the other hand, am glad.” 

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momlink

hi. this one’s gonna be a bit weird.

WAR OF THE SPARK is a set that i have strong opinions about in terms of flavor (it’s shockingly bad) but fortunately, I don’t have to care about that for wifelink. unfortunately, every time i try to write my normal thirst list about this set i keep getting sidetracked by the overwhelming mom energy coming off these characters, and yeah okay there are ways in which that could be sexy, but none of those are the case here. so, considering the day, i figured we should lean into it and ask, how would it be if any of these characters were your mother?

in another break from the usual, i will be situating these characters on a rigorous, scientific trio of axes: PRESENCE, which measures how involved a mom is in your life, ranging from 0, meaning absconded entirely, to 10, meaning a full squadron of helicopters and your life planned out until the funeral; COMPOSURE, which measures how put-together and competent a mom is, ranging from 0, meaning frazzled, stressed, incapable of taking care of herself let alone you, to 10, meaning immaculately-coiffed and a life of almost machine-like perfection; and WARMTH, which measures emotional temperature and intensity, ranging from 0, an ice-cold absence of empathy, to 10, white-hot rage.

you will notice that these scales do not measure any sort of linear goodness -  rather, both extremes are pretty undesirable, and there is no optimal spot in the middle. this is by design: i aim to evaluate these characters qualitatively, not rank them numerically. there is no One Best Way to be a mother, but some ways are certainly worse than others. all set? off we go.

Arlinn, Voice of the Pack (art by Ryan Pancoast)

Arlinn is decidedly on the “fun mom” end of the spectrum. You will never, ever have to beg her for a puppy - she has already brought home at least a dozen. And while it’s theoretically virtuous, I guess, that she doesn’t play favorites with her children, the fact that you have to share her attention equally with several wolves means Quality Time with Arlinn is pretty hard to come by. No, she’s not going to pay more attention to you just because you’re human - what are you, specist?

Presence: about a 7 or 8...divided by 15. 0.5/10 Composure: astonishingly put-together, for someone with that many animals to take care of. 4/10 Warmth: If she weren’t overflowing with affection, she wouldn’t have so many dang dogs. 8/10

Kaya, Bane of the Dead (art by Magali Villeneuve)

Hey, on the plus side, everyone at school is jealous and a little scared of you - your mom is a ghost assassin-turned-criminal empress. On the minus side, how are you supposed to have any sense of privacy when Mom can literally walk through walls? You are absolutely going to grow up with paranoid hang-ups about masturbation, sorry.

Presence: Mom is so in your head you won’t be able to get off until you’re twenty-eight. 9/10 Composure: technically both the head of a criminal syndicate AND an entire organized religion. Doesn’t get more together than Crime Pope. 10/10 Warmth: neither “ghost assassin” nor “mafia prelate” are super empathy-building resume lines. 2/10

The Wanderer (art by Wesley Burt)

You used to believe Dad when he said it’s not her fault, that she can’t control when she planeswalks, but now you’re pretty sure that’s bullshit and she just can’t stand to be around you for more than an hour at a time. You’ve got a whole cabinet of souvenirs she’s brought back from her sojourns - wind-up toys from Kaladesh, haunted doll from Innistrad, darksteel box from Mirrodin you are not to open under any circumstances - you’ve covered the whole thing with a dustcloth. It makes you sick to look at.

Presence: you’re pretty sure she forgot your name and has been covering by calling you “kid” and “sport” for years. 0/10. Composure: yeah, mother, “uncontrollable planehopping syndrome” somehow always waits for you to get your broody ronin aesthetic on in the mornings. Sure. 8/10 Warmth: at least she pretends to care about you. 1/10

Liliana, Dreadhorde General (art by Ryan Pancoast)

Look, sweetie, sometimes even adults make mistakes - sometimes really, really bad ones. That’s what Mommy did - she made a really bad mistake, and now she has to go away for a little bit, and you’re going to go live with Daddy. Promise - promise me you won’t forget about Mommy, okay? I’ll write to you. I’ll be thinking about you every day. Be brave, okay? Be good.

Presence: she does write, pretty consistently, from either prison or rehab, you’re not sure which, and your dad won’t talk about it. 2/10 Composure: absolutely not in control of her life anymore. 2/10 Warmth: many years later, you learn that this whole time she was actually off committing war crimes due to contractual obligations, which doesn’t help her attempts to rebuild your relationship. 2/10

Vraska, Swarm’s Eminence (art by Anna Steinbauer)

Mother absolutely will not accept you bringing home grades lower than A. Neither will she tolerate second-place finishes in swim meets, piano competitions, or fencing tournaments. She wears Givenchy to her salons, and you are required to be there in order to show off your breeding, good graces, and knowledge of French and Kraul - which is all suspiciously aristocratic for a waste management union boss. Some Azorius senator got too into the madeira one time at one of her soirees, called her nouveau bitch. He’s a lovely statue in the foyer, now.

Presence: incredibly controlling, but through intermediaries: tutors, private coaches, carefully-vetted friends. 9/10 Composure: you will never even come close to living up to her. 10/10 Warmth: who knows, maybe she’s got a secret softer side! Maybe her ever-expanding sculpture garden says otherwise. 1/10

Nahiri, Storm of Stone (art by Aleksi Briclot)

If Mom even thinks you’re not fully on her side in this divorce, she is going to start throwing things. And you are, you absolutely are! Dad is, by all accounts, a lying, cheating son-of-a-bitch, and you don’t want to have anything to do with him, but you are also totally exhausted from listening to Mom’s snarling, jaw-clenched rants about how she’s going to punish him for his betrayal. You’re ashamed that you don’t say anything about her nascent drinking habit, but at least when she’s having a mid-afternoon wine nap she’s not stomping around the house slamming doors and muttering to herself.

Presence: She’s got her own shit going on, and if she didn’t keep making it your shit as well you’d probably be left entirely to your own devices. 4/10 Composure: Any act of personal maintenance she performs is entirely out of spite. 3/10 Warmth: all-consuming, undying rage. 10/10

Saheeli, Sublime Artificer (art by Wesley Burt)

Okay, granted, you’ve been taking way more of an interest in STEM than you otherwise would just so you’ll have something to talk to Mom about, but you have been having a really good time working with her on your science fair projects, and you’ve been learning a lot! You and your other mom have plenty of time to talk about your primary interests (dance and theater) while Mom’s putting yet more overtime into her engineering job, but when she is home, she makes time to talk to you.

Presence: you’re not happy with how little you see her, but you get that she has a demanding job which she loves. 3/10 Composure: she has gotten much, much better about not just taking over your science fair projects. Even though she could make them far more efficient. 8/10 Warmth: you and your other mom agree that it’s so hard to stay upset with her when she’s got so much genuine joy for you both in her smile. 6/10

Ashiok, Dream Render (art by Cynthia Sheppard)

Ashiok is genderless but will accept being called “Mom” because it gives them power over you. They exist in order to feed off your nightmares, and where you might expect to find any spark of humanity or empathy, there is only smoke and void. Ashiok does not and will never care about you, no matter how many chances you give them. On an unrelated note, Happy Mother’s Day to my actual, real-life mom!

Presence: will literally haunt your dreams your entire life. 10/10 Composure: intends to make you feel awful about yourself, succeeds. 10/10 Warmth: hahahahaha 0/10