#another disappointment today. another day wasted on crying and playing the same records over and over to drown out the crying.

[bawnjourno]

who else up art and crafting to keep further nervous breakdowns at bay 🤣 (sewing from last couple weeks)

[ladyvader23]

The School Play

For @slx99, who inspired me to write this little Dad Vader piece! I also have no idea if walrus’ exist in the Star Wars universe, but THEY DO NOW! 

I also take requests!

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Vader stared in horror at the announcement slip his children had brought home from preschool. 

Apparently, the children would be putting on a play--or, rather, a presentation, if the description was anything to go by. The school had the children research a topic, and the children would be putting on a dramatic retelling of what they’d learned. It actually sounded terribly boring, but he’d read in that parenting book the children’s pediatrician had given him that supporting their interests, including school activities, helped foster confidence in children. An important quality in the two most important children in the galaxy, even if his presence would terrify everyone else in the room. 

The problem wasn’t the boring play. It was what his son was signed up to be. 

A walrus. 

A walrus. 

Leia had a stormtrooper, which was normal enough. But Luke had a walrus? How in the galaxy had he even had the misfortune of getting such an unfortunate aquatic creature?! 

He looked up at Miss Laena, who’d handed him the announcement slip in the first place. “My son will not play a walrus in front of a crowd of people!” 

The school the children went to was full of senator’s children, as well as other important Imperial figures, such as Grand Moffs, generals, and the like. Vader doubted most of those important figures would actually be at the play; most likely, their partners or nannies would go. But it did not matter. Word would spread fast that the son of Darth Vader had played a walrus. 

“Luke is very excited about the play, my lord.” Miss Laena said carefully. “It’s all he’s been talking about for weeks, now. I even helped him make the costume.” 

His stomach dropped. “There’s a costume?” 

It just got worse and worse. 

“Yes, my lord. I might be able to pull together another one in time, but it will break his heart.” 

Vader gritted his teeth. If this was any other assignment, he’d tell the boy to deal with whatever he chose for him, but he also didn’t need him crying on stage in front of everyone because he was unhappy. 

He would need to convince him. 

“Summon my son. I will speak with him.” 

Miss Laena hurried to do so, and soon the tiny form of his son came running into his office, immediately climbing (uninvited) into his lap. Vader had no change to stop him before his little arms wrapped around his neck with a hug. 

Despite the dire situation, he couldn’t help but melt a little under the embrace. 

“Hi daddy!” Luke said, pulling away after a moment, settling in comfortably on his leg. “Am I in trouble?” 

Perhaps that was the reason for the immediate hug. He would need to discourage such behavior in the future. 

“No, my son.” He reached up and ruffled his hair. “I just wanted to know why you were assigned to be a walrus in this play.” 

Luke brightened. “Oh! I’m going to be a walrus, daddy!” 

“Yes, but why?” Perhaps he hadn’t understood the phrasing of his first question. He struggled to speak on a level the twins would understand, at times. 

“Because I like them.” 

Vader winced. That would make it harder to convince him to change topics. 

“But why?” 

Luke shrugged. “They look funny.” 

And that was precisely why he didn’t want him to play a walrus in the first place. “Why don’t I help you choose something diff--” he cut off as Luke’s expression immediately began to fall, his eyes watering. 

“No, daddy, I wanna be a walrus!” 

Damn. 

Already, just from his presence alone, Vader could tell it would be far more of a fight to force him to choose something else than to just do the walrus. 

“...I will need to have a word with the school. But fine.” 

Immediately the tears were gone, and Luke threw his arms around him again before climbing off and running to find his sister. Vader watched after him, wondering how his children had so thoroughly wrapped him around their fingers, before he pulled up his datapad to send a message to the school principal to order that no footage be allowed at the play. 

If Luke insisted, he could at least make sure the incident was nothing more than a strange, unconfirmed rumor. 

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The night of the play, he’d debated on pretending his schedule was too full to attend. That way, perhaps no one would notice that the son of Darth Vader was dressed as a walrus. It wasn’t like he didn’t have plenty of things to do instead anyway, but every time he thought about not showing up, the imagined disappointment in his children’s faces when they returned home was enough to guilt him into keeping the time reserved for the play. 

That didn’t mean he didn’t show up at the last possible second before they closed the doors for the performance. 

Naturally, the moment he walked in, a hush fell over the crowd of nannies and parents. He made a face when he recognized a few important officials there who were also apparently trying to be good parents despite their schedules. Normally he could respect that, but today of all days, he wished they’d remained at work. 

The principal, a short, portly man, came rushing over not long after he’d found a corner to stand in. “I have issued a strict no recording policy as you wished, Lord Vader.” 

“Good.” Vader crossed his arms, looking over his head to the curtained stage. “Because if there is any recording of my children distributed, I will personally pay you a visit.” 

The man paled, gulped, and nodded. “Understood, my lord.” Then he turned and rushed off. 

Moments later, the lights dimmed, and an announcement was made over a microphone to remind everyone of the very fact that no recording was allowed. He half expected them to use him as an excuse, but they mentioned nothing of the rule being a direct order from him. 

Hm. He might have mentioned it just to make sure, but if he had to dispose of the principal, he would not lose sleep over it. His children barely knew the man and wouldn’t notice if he disappeared. Perhaps he’d do it anyway just for the fact that someone in his staff showed the boy a picture of the infernal animal in the first place. 

Once the announcement was made, the “play” began. Sure enough, it was less of a play and more of various small children of different species in costumes reciting facts about whatever they’d researched for the parents. This was followed up by polite clapping, which he did not participate in. They were not his children, after all. He did not care, and he thought most of them were terribly boring anyway. 

He was also certain that none of these children had actually done their own research. What a complete waste of time and resources. 

But then came Leia. Somehow, Miss Laena had managed to help her construct an almost perfect replica of a stormtrooper armor set, fit perfectly to her petite size. The only thing that he could tell was real was the helmet, which she carried in her arms as more of a prop than anything else. 

When she walked onto the stage...as he suspected she would, she immediately acted as though the entire room was there for her. She squared her shoulders, looking over the audience with as high and mighty of a look that an almost five year old could muster. 

“Stormtroopers are soldiers who help protect the Empire.” She spoke clearly into the microphone. It was...well, as natural as a four year old could get, and a pang went through his chest at the thought of her suddenly looking very much like a mini version of her mother. “They serve over the whole Empire. They can be foot soldiers, or fly TIE fighters, like my daddy does.” 

He wondered if that was something she was supposed to say, or if she said it just because she was proud of what he did for a living. Not that she knew the full extent of that, but...he offered a rare, unseen smile nonetheless. 

“This is a real stormtrooper helmet. My friend let me use it tonight.” Friend? What friend? “Stormtroopers are not like clone troopers. They’re normal people like you and me.” 

He refrained from snorting at that. In his opinion, Clone Troops were far superior, but the Emperor did not seem to care for that opinion. 

“There’s also lots of types of stormtroopers. You can tell what they are because of their uniform. In conclusion, stormtroopers are pretty cool and I like them. They keep us safe, and are friends to all.” 

That...didn’t really make sense. But she was four, and again, probably had her lines written by someone else. Still, when she finished and did a little curtsy, he clapped proudly for the first time the entire show, then watched as she practically skipped off stage. 

Then...it was Luke’s turn. 

It was an experience to have one child give a basic but Imperial pride-supporting speech, then directly afterwards have another child walk out wearing a walrus costume to talk about an animal he’d never even personally seen before. He was sure that anyone who knew Luke was his son probably had a lot of questions he’d never answer right about now. 

But there Luke was, walking out wearing a well made, but monstrosity of a costume. He wore a dark gray, long-sleeved tunic that reached his knees, except that the sleeves ended well past where he knew Luke’s hands to be, and the end was in the shape of walrus flippers. A tail flopped around with each step Luke took, and his head was almost completely engulfed by a walrus-face hood. The face opening was framed by two giant tusks, what he supposed were whiskers, and at the top of the hood, giant eyes that Vader could swear were staring into his soul. 

And underneath, Luke had obviously painted his face. Probably the same color as the tunic. 

Half of Vader wanted to have the ground open up and swallow him whole. The other half was admittedly impressed with the lengths his son had put his nanny up to in making this costume. He was also dead certain that if Luke looked back on this costume as an adult, he’d be embarrassed beyond all reason. 

“Walruses are water animals who live on water worlds like Mon Cala.” Luke began, just as confidently as Leia. It was also obvious he was very proud of the whole thing; he was bouncing a bit in excitement, causing the tail to flop around constantly. Nearby, Vader heard a few parents coo adoringly at the display. 

He wondered if it would be noticeable if he used the Force to hold his son in place. 

“They can dive deep in the water, but they like to stay near land. They are really, really fat. Also, both the girls and the boy walruses have tusks, like this!” He reached up and tugged on the tusks, earning chuckles from the crowd. 

Well. Both of his children definitely liked to use visual aids. It was interesting to know, at least. 

“They also live for a super long time. Forty years!” Luke lifted his flipper-hands up in excitement. “They also can live in the cold because they’re fat. They like to eat fish. And they make these really funny noises, like--” then Luke proceeded to demonstrate, and more laughter erupted around the room. 

As well as Luke was doing, Vader couldn’t help but curse whoever had even shown the cursed animal to his son. He would definitely be finding a replacement for the principal after he was through with him. 

What had he done to encourage such a fascination with the animal? He was from the desert, so this had to be something from his mother’s side of the family, he was sure of it. 

But Luke seemed pleased by the audience’s reaction. He himself would have to ensure this incident never left this room, but at least his son was happy. 

“So yeah, I like walruses. They’re funny looking, and that’s why I chose to tell you about them.” Then, with that said, Luke made a bow, and the audience erupted in far more clapping than had been heard the entire night. Luke straightened, grinned, then ran off stage, his tail and flippers flapping wildly behind him. 

Well. It was certainly the most interesting part of the night, he thought as he clapped for his son. And despite being a walrus, his son was perfect. Just...had some odd interests that he sincerely hoped he grew out of. 

When the show ended, Vader waited uncomfortably by the doors for his children. Plenty of parents and their costumed kids walked by, all giving him a wide berth. He ignored them all, scanning the crowd for his children. He could sense them coming, but for whatever reason, they kept stopping. 

Finally, he saw the small figures of Luke and Leia pushing their way through their crowd, beaming smiles on their faces when they saw him. 

“Daddy!” Leia crowed, and he quickly reached out to place his hands on their shoulders before they could try to hug him. He had grown used to their hugs in private, but they were still learning that it was not permitted in public. “Did you like my play?” 

“You did well.” He confirmed, patting her head, which caused her to make a face and pull away. 

“Don’t mess up my hair.” She muttered. 

Luke had pulled the hood down and his painted face looked up at him. “What about mine, daddy? Lots of people told me they liked it.” He paused, frowning. “Did you?” 

Vader paused, deciding how to phrase it. He did not like that he was parading around in a ridiculous walrus costume, but the whole point of him coming to this ridiculous excuse for a play was to support his children and build their confidence. He could not ruin it by telling his son that he hated the animal he was portraying. “You played your performance well, my son. I am proud of you both.” 

Yes. That seemed safe. And to his satisfaction, the twins beamed up at him. But the moment was ruined when Luke asked, “Can we go to Mon Cala to see the walruses?” 

“Yeah! Let’s go, daddy!” Leia added. 

He paused for a few breaths of the respirator. “Mon Cala...is not safe for humans.” 

Luke frowned. “But my friend said he went, and--” 

“Why don’t I take you to a zoo, instead?” Then maybe Luke would see a different, less embarrassing animal to portray next time. Or maybe he’d lose interest in animals completely. 

Luke considered for a moment, then nodded. “Okay daddy.” He paused. “Can I be a walrus for Trick Or Treat?” 

Again, he paused, trying to come up with an answer that would not hurt his son’s feelings. “Why don’t you wait until after we go to the zoo?” 

Luke also seemed to accept this answer, and Vader took his children's hands in his own, and led them from the theater. 

Vader made sure to give pointed glares at anyone who dared look their way.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Love, Maybe? {16}

Chris Evans X Reader OFC Vixen Giovanni

Warning: Plot, Cursing, Heavy Angst

Word Count: 2.3K

Summary: After a night of drunkenness you wake up next to warm, hot as hell body, a migraine and no memory of the night before. When you come to realize that the hot body belongs to none other than Hollywood’s golden boy Chris Evans you freak out. As events unfold you become even more panicked to find out you got married in your drunken haze. What else is there to do but get it annulled, right? Before walking away, you share one more night of molten kisses and passion. Three years later you are still living with the repercussions of your brash decisions, but the surprises don’t stop there. The past has a way of coming back and have you questioning is this fate that you’ve been running from, hell could it have been love, maybe?

Note: Italic texts is an inner Vixen thought. Bold Italic texts is an inner Chris thought.

**Slightly Edited/Proofread**

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Chapter 16: The Naked Truth

 -Chris-

  “God she’s still as beautiful as ever. So fucking beautiful.”

   He thought back to the day before seeing her in the restaurant. His attention sought out the tense voice he heard, the voice of an angry man. He didn’t expect to see her. When it clicked, it was her everything, and everyone else faded—including Lita who was sitting across from him. His only thought was her, going to her, talking to her. It dawned on him now she was on a date. He took another swig of his beer; he was already on his sixth one. He had to lay off the beer he thought; he wasn’t getting any younger.

    When he touched her, it was just as he remembered from those years ago. He wondered if it would be and he wasn’t disappointed. Touching her again made him want everything he never could over the last three years, everything Anthony, Seb, Scarlett, his siblings, and friends back home teased him about—everything he did those years ago in Vegas when he looked in her eyes as she stood across from him in the chapel. When his mind fell to the paps he groaned loudly.

   “Fuck!” They’d royally screwed everything up. Once they showed up, everything went to hell. The screaming and crying began and then it was chaos. At the thought of the screaming and crying he sprang up at full alert.

   “She had a kid.” He looked around him and wracked his brain with how, when, who, then jealously. He hadn’t felt it in a long time, not since he stopped thinking about the men she was galivanting around with in her life. No one else dredged up the annoying, useless emotion—just her.

“A fucking kid.” He tried to go over the memory again and tried to piece together all the details he could muster. It was difficult because once his eyes landed on her, everything else fell away. He tried to hone in on the figure that was between their bodies. Closing his eyes he took several minutes to go over the tiny human she held. It was a girl, blondish hair, chubby cheeks and something else—blue eyes. He snapped his eyes open and looked around for his phone. He couldn’t find it and was becoming annoyed with it. She was a mother. She’d been with someone else and allowed him that part of herself, the part he’d thought about and dared to regret not having.

   He dropped back to the seat and slicked his hair back, leaving his hands sunken in his locks.

   “She’s a mom; she has a kid.”

   He thought if that changed things. If what he wanted changed because of it. He couldn’t place it, one thing was certain he was jealous about it, and he knew he had no right to be, especially after what happened three years ago. He hated how erratic his thoughts were. It was so erratic he didn’t think twice leaving Lita in the restaurant to run after you. He didn’t think about her again until she came outside and cussed him out. She was pissed, and he couldn’t seem to care he kept looking up and down the sidewalk hoping to see you. He knew he had to make that right—but not tonight. Tonight his only thought was you.

    He walked inside and saw his phone on the kitchen counter and quickly grabbed it. He searched it for the number he’d gotten from your restaurant manager. He had no idea what he was doing; he was running on pure instinct—pure feeling. It rang and rang and rang, no answer. He didn’t wait for the voicemail to come on; instead he hung up. He didn’t want to leave a message or hear a recording he wanted to hear your voice. He wanted to actually speak to you; he wanted to see you.

   “Fuck, you want too much!”

   He dropped his head to the island counter and took several calming breaths trying to get a grip. He felt as if he were free-falling down the same rabbit hole Alice had except he wasn’t going to Wonderland, he was falling into every thought, feeling, desire, and need he’d walled off for the last three years. It was overwhelming. He quickly walked to his bookcase in the living room and took out the tin case and the joint he held there. He noted to himself he was running low and needed to restock then wasted no time lighting it up. After taking a long puff, he closed his eyes, hoping the granddaddy purple would work wonders and ease his stress, anxiety and give him the euphoric feeling he desperately needed right now. Four hours and two joints later he was pleased when he just stared at the lights dancing across his ceiling with no thought in his head. Everything was quiet, quiet enough for him to finally sleep.

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-Vixen-

  Today was mommy and Ella day. You welcomed the break from work and life stress. You spent the day at the petting zoo, letting her pet every allowable animal she desired, which was every animal. She then rode the back of every animal offered, donkey, horse, and llama. She even tried to ride the back of a tortoise and threw a fit when she was told no. It was hilarious, you had no idea where she got this love for animals. You tolerated them and admired them from afar, but up close you shied away. Your father tried to swindle you into adopting a puppy for her once, and you quickly nipped it in the bud. You liked dogs and cats, but there was no way you could train it and give it the necessary attention you were everywhere.

   After the petting zoo, you took her to one of the best toy stores and allowed her to run free. You spent hours there just playing with every toy she got her hands on. You didn’t mind; you loved every second of it. By the time you left, you had several bags of toys. It was disgusting how wrapped around her tiny little finger you were. To finish the night you made it to an ice cream parlor that served ice cream the old school way. You loved little mom and pop stores and tried to support them when you could. Ella rested her head on your shoulder holding one of her new toys, a pink and white unicorn as you rocked her. She loved unicorns; everything was unicorns. You were surprised you weren’t fed up with them. You hummed a lullaby and surveyed the display cases before you.

   “Vanilla, strawberry, or cookie?”

    You knew the answer before she responded. “Co-ie,” she replied. You nodded. Between the two of you, you were always the boring one. She held up her unicorn for you, and you pretended to marvel as it lit up.

   “Pretty.” She smiled, and you kissed her across the forehead.

   “Vixen right?”

   You spun around and came face to face with Anthony. A feeling of dread washed over you, and you instinctively looked around for Chris.

   “That’s me.”

    “And who is this beauty?” Ella smiled widely and dropped her head back into the crook of your neck. You smiled at her shy antics; normally she loved being the center of attention.

   “Uh, Ella.”

    “She is beautiful, hi princess. You are so beautiful, just like your mama. She is yours, right? I mean I see the resemblance.”

   “Do you? Interesting a lot of people have to stare really hard to find it,” you informed.

   “No, I see a lot of you in there—though I’m pretty sure the rest of her is her father, right.”

    The look he gave you spoke volumes. It was as if he saw right through you and to the truth. How? It was impossible. He didn’t know anything. Or did he? You cleared your throat and looked away and to the clerk. You stepped past Anthony to the counter and ordered yours and Ella’s ice-cream. As you waited you made conversation with Anthony.

   “How is your sister, Nexus?”

   You smirked and shook your head.

   “Do you really care? I mean after you left her in the club and all.”

   “Okay for the last time I didn’t mean to, I had an emergency, and when I looked around for her I didn’t see her. It wasn’t intentionally done,” he explained. You didn’t believe one word, and you knew it was because of your own issues.

   “And you don’t believe me.”

   “Why should I? It wouldn’t be the first time a celeb tried to get their kicks off picking up a normal girl just to string her along. What makes you any different?”

   “Is that what happened with him?”

   You clenched your jaw and got sucked back into the past of the embarrassment you felt that night at his house. The humiliation at thinking things could be more only to have him say what he did. Shaking it off you gave him your best nonchalant face. He nodded and looked back to Ella in your arms and studied her.

   “She has his eyes; he will find out.” Your stomach fell, and you were sure fear was etched across your face. Anthony nodded as if he got the final confirmation. “Makes sense now.” Before either of you could speak any further your order came through. Ella took her ice cream and wasted no time burying her face in it. You and Anthony laughed as the door opened and in came all six feet of the devil himself. Your smile fell, and you looked at Anthony, who didn’t seem surprised. He knew he would come. You couldn’t help but feel set up.

 You felt the cold drips of ice cream on top of your breast and in your cleavage. You gasped and looked down to see Ella had made a mess on you. You grabbed some napkins and dabbed at the sweet, sticky drops; every dab produced a ripple effect of your breast. You looked up to Chris and saw his eyes were glued to your exposed skin. His mouth was slightly ajar with his full bottom lip hanging down. You looked away and turned your back, fighting the urge to egg him on. You desperately wanted to tease him and hated it.

  “Get a grip!”

   When you turned back around, your eyes met.

   “I can’t do the paparazzi thing again,” you began.

   “I’m so sorry.”

   You didn’t know what he was apologizing for, the paparazzi or three years ago. You flared your nose and studied him. He looked sincere.

   “I’m very sorry.” Feeling emotion rise in you, you looked away and nodded as another plop of ice cream fell on top of your breast.

   “I-cree boop,” Ella announced with a delighted squeal before she palmed the mess and smeared it fully across your breast.

   “Wow, Kristella Reaell,” you panted out.

   You put her to stand and quickly grabbed some more napkins to clean the mess. After a few moments, you realized Chris was staring at her with a blank expression on his face. You cringed realizing you’d used her full first name. The universe was fucking with you, and you were tired of it. Once you threw away the soiled napkins you scooped her into your arms again and took your ice-cream from Anthony. Chris looked to you, and the look on his face shook you. He knew. He had to. He quickly looked back to her. Ella looked to him and in the span of three seconds her small hand reached out for him. Chris looked at her hand, and you recognized the emotion in his eyes, it was the same emotion you felt every time she looked at you—really looked at you. She looked into his eyes—eyes that were a replica of hers.

   “My,” she said. That was your cue, you quickly stepped around them and hurried outside into the fresh air. You panted and scurried to your car.

   “How old is she?” You stopped in your tracks at the sound of his voice.

   “Fuck!”

   Without thinking, you continued walking to your car and opened the back door. You leaned in to buckle Ella in her car seat and tried to calm your rapidly beating heart. The dream was quickly being ripped from you. You were verging toward the point of no return. You stood upright, and he was there. Once you looked into his face you saw fear and rage.

  “Answer me. How old is she?”

   Words still couldn’t form, you couldn’t even think. The long pause was too long for him.

   “Vixen!”

   Flinching you made a face trying to keep the tears at bay.

   “Twenty months, almost two,” was your meek response.

   You saw him doing the math in his head, and you didn’t know if you could stick around for it to resonate. You walked around him to the driver’s side, and he followed hot on your heels.

 “Is she mine?”

   You wrapped your arms around your abdomen and felt the full panic. Your dream was gone. You knew you couldn’t lie; it was do or die, time for the naked truth. Chris grabbed onto your elbow and spun you around to face him. Your body crashed against his, and you looked into his eyes. There was a jumble of emotion there; rage, fear, hurt, desire and disbelief, you felt all of them with him. Your hot tears rolled down your cheeks; his expression softened but only a touch.

   “Is—she—mine?” He enunciated each word through his gritted teeth. You nodded and looked down away from him. From the corner of your eye, you saw paparazzi scurrying across the busy street with their cameras poised for pictures. You groaned.

   “Look I can’t--,”

  “Jesus Christ!”

   “I can’t do this, I’m sorry.”

   You hopped into the driver’s seat and sped off just as the paps crowded Chris and snapped pictures from every angle. You looked in your rearview mirror and tried to contain the tears that threatened to spill. This was not how it should have happened.

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[ask-clony]

Vodka & Energy Drink (Part One)

(Part Two)

A/N: Requests are open! We just wanted to share some of our Clony stuff, hope you like! We’re still practicing our English, so sorry about any mistakes! Hope there are still some Clony fans out there.

Pairing: Clay x Tony

Word count: 2246

Warnings: Alcohol, inappropriate language

(Read under the cut)

Parties are awful. The noise is annoying, the people jumping around, full of alcohol and even fuller of a fucking fake happiness. No. Maybe not really fake, but surely momentaneous. Going to a party and losing your shit and throwing it all up, sometimes even before you can get home, is certainly not a thing Tony Padilla would do. He can count the times the red Mustang parked in front of a house that's trembling with an unbearable sound and full of crazy teenagers. 2 times, with this one. 

He hates it. Even at the night clubs he went with Ryan Shaver a few times. The last thing he wants is someone rubbing -or simply touching- on himself and his leather jacket. That's why, when the car stopped in front of Wick's house, the first thing he did was take off the jacket. Under it, a gray and white flannel shirt, unbuttoned, and a black shirt, his usual jeans and boots. Impeccable hair together with a sweet and almost imperceptible, especially among so many drunk kids, strawberry scent. 

The Wicks moved to Crestmont a few weeks ago. Jordan Wick and Cole Maddox Wick spend most of the time alone, as their father, John, is always out because of work. Their mother, Helen Wick, unfortunately passed away due to cancer not long ago. The twins met Clay at school, and through Clay, they met Tony as well. The four of them have spent their time together at Monet's almost every afternoon since then. The girl has a crush on the tattooed boy's hair, the boy likes music and has a studio.

Tony thinks about leaving at least a hundred times until he reaches the front door. More than a hundred times when he got in, trying, and failing miserably, not to touch anyone or don't get anyone touching him. Ignoring all the gossip, because he knows what they're saying. 

What is Tony Padilla doing at a party?  Is he alone?

Along with looks, some awful and uncomfortable, some wishing they could put their hands on him. Have you already been told that he hates it? He does. He even turns around to leave, until his eyes meet the reason he came: Clay Jensen. 

Tony bites his lip, he keeps saying "excuse me" and "sorry" all the way he walks to the taller boy, even cursing a bit in the process. Stopping a bit when Clay's blue eyes meet his own eyes. That sky-blue is something he keeps loving in secret for years. He hates himself for that, because, even now, those ocean-blue eyes still have the same effect on him. His heart beats faster and he can feel it on his throat. Even so, Tony is not a nervous or anxious person, he can hide it pretty well as he tries a smile back at the pale boy. He swallows and walks once again towards him.

“Hey, Clay.” His voice is too low for all the noise.

Clay found no sense in being at a party too, even more after what happened at the first party he was at. After reflecting on the reasons that brought him there, he realized that something was repeating: he wanted to see someone. Not just a friend. At the first party he did the same sacrifice for Hannah Baker and for the desire he had to get to know that girl better. And it was great. Obviously Clay didn't expect everything that happened that night, he probably would never have attended that damn party.  But now he was there for Tony Padilla.  Although Jordan practically forced him to go too, Tony took a space in Clay's thoughts in a special way.

He never formally thanked him for the night that Tony simply stood by his side and saw him cry because of Hannah's tapes. That meant a lot to the blue-eyed boy. Tony just stood beside him, saying nothing or judging him for whatever it was. 

It all made him feel weird. He was there to see Tony Padilla, but did that mean he was really feeling something for his friend? Was he at a party to see a boy? 

The pale boy took a deep breath, praying that Skye was not among all those crazy, drunk and noisy teenagers. It had been a few days since they broke up. The last thing he wanted to do was see her there - and let her know that he was waiting for someone -. 

Obviously no one there can read minds, but Clay Jensen still looks around to see if there's any strange look falling on him. And nobody, exactly nobody seems to be paying attention to him. Perhaps this is a positive point of parties. Unless you do something to get attention, no one is going to waste time on you.

“He isn't here... Great.”

Clay went around the house a few times (four times to be exact) and thought about giving up. He even apologized to Jordan for leaving so early and when he turned his back on the girl (who probably didn't hear him), he saw Tony. 

His heart hit him in his throat and he knew his face was turning red, yet he smiled as his eyes met the dark-skinned boy's.

“Hey!” He approaches Tony, frowning but smiling. “I'm glad you're here ... I-I mean... You owe me that!”

“I owe you? Yeah, right.” Tony frowned too, then chuckled softly at the other's comment.

Once again he didn't raise his voice enough, but now on purpose. He looks around, trying to find a better place for them to talk, then he points to the back door and looks at Clay.

“D'ya want to…?”

Clay nods, moving closer and bending over to better hear the other boy. He blushes, noticing it was too close so he moves away. 

“Go outside?” He looks in the direction Tony just pointed. “Yes, please!”

Obviously the noise outside will probably be almost the same, but even so he makes his way to the back door. There are some people in the pool and also on the lawn.

“So full!” Clay finds a place away from everyone. He stops as he gets there hoping that Tony has followed him. “So much... better...” 

The tattooed boy followed him, stopping for a moment as Jordan came to him for a hug and a small talk. The girl is pulled to the dance floor again by another boy and Tony quickly goes outside, meeting the taller boy there.

“Shit... how can you like parties?” He says playfully, smiling. “Are you drunk too? How many beers did you have?”

“I'm not drunk... You know, I'm driving.” Clay smiles weakly. “Actually... I hate parties…” He looks down, kicking the grass. “I'm here because Jordan made me promise I would come…” He shrugs, looking back at Tony and twisting his mouth. “And you? I bet you're not here because you like that shit... I mean... hm... you're here because of Jordan, right?” 

He feels completely weird like he doesn't even know how or what to talk.

The other chuckles, looking at the noisy teenagers playing. 

What was that exactly? Beer Pong. He shrugs, biting his lip.

“I guess you already said why I came?” Tony looks down to his boots.

“Do you…”  Clay raises his eyebrows then frowns again. “Do you... like her...? Like... hm... You know... I mean... you're here because of Jordan…” He twists his mouth “You know what I mean…”

“Clay... you…” Tony takes a deep breath, shaking his head. “I mean... seriously? Me...? If I like Jordan? That way?” He laughs, looking down again. “Oh fuck.”

"What? She's pretty and…” He swallows, feeling like it was a completely stupid question. “And... you spend some time together. I mean.I don't know. Actually looks like you do.” Clay clears his throat. “I have nothing against that, of course! I mean... it's okay if you like her. I-I mean,  if you spend your time with her!” He takes a deep breath, trying not to look at Tony now. “Nevermind, whatever! But ah... Whatever! It's just... I thought you liked Hannah too!”

“Well, sorry to disappoint you, but…” Tony shrugs. “I'm really not into girls. Wait... maybe it's not a disappointment at all... it means they're all yours.” He laughs again. “Just kidding!”

Clay giggles.

“That would be great, but I think I'm officially giving up on girls!” He coughs, realizing what he just said,his eyes seek Tony's again, his pale face burning. "I ahn... Do you want a drink?!”

“That's good.” Tony’s smile disappears and he looks away. “I mean... I... won't have any drink. Thank you!” The shorter boy swallows, then frowns and tries to don't look nervous. “Do you...want to go somewhere else?”

“Yeah, I wanna go home actually, to be honest. But... we can go to Cole's studio. Second floor. He gave me the keys. We were recording some shit there today... it's super cool! I can show you”

"I need to check on my car first.” 

Tony starts walking back to the house, he doesn't know which way is the easiest. Going inside or by the side of the house, both seem pretty full of people. Once he gets inside, someone bumps on his shoulder and he curses a few times, looking back at Clay. Just to check if he's with him. For a moment Tony wants to take his hand, so he won't get ‘lost’, but he didn't do it. The tattooed boy just walks fast until they both manage to get away from there by the front door. His car is there, obviously, and there are some curious people just arriving to join the party they haven't even been invited to. Parties are like that, what makes Tony hate it even more.

“Shit... this is too much.” He rolls his eyes, approaching the bright red car, leaning on its hood and looking at the blue eyed boy.

Clay followed Tony as close as he could get. He almost grabbed his friend's hand twice, so he wouldn't get lost in the middle of those people. The pale boy smiles when they get to the car.

“Looks like everything is fine here… She’s safe!”

He sighs, standing next to Tony again. For a brief moment he just keeps quiet, putting his hands in his pockets and thinking about what he feels and what Tony Padilla said: I'm really not into girls.

Okay, it sounded a little strange because Clay always heard girls melting for Tony in the school hallways. Some of them even said he was a good kisser. Probably lies. Liberty is a place full of 

Liars, he knows that. It’s true.

“I should go home…”

Tony stares at the other for a long time. Something changes in his own eyes, he can't get them off of Clay Jensen for what felt like years. 

“If you want to drink it's okay.” He tries a smile, finally looking away. “I got your back. I can take you home. You look like you need to.”

"Okay... Ahn... Can we just get something to drink? Soda? Then you can take me home. It would be great!” 

"I mean alcohol!” He laughs, following Clay back inside the noisy house. 

They go straight to the kitchen.

"Is this shit energetic and vodka?! Do you think there's something here without alcohol?!”

“Nope?! And I don't think I should drink alcohol!”

“You sure? Don't you wanna share one? I mean…I shouldn't too...but I'm actually thirsty!”

“Okay… It would be great. Sharing…” 

Tony takes a red plastic cup, filling it with the mixture. It's not his favorite thing in the world and it certainly wouldn't be his choice to share with the other boy, but whatever. He takes a sip and gives it to Clay, once again trying to find the way outside that place. This time, as passing by a few boys making some noise and spilling beer everywhere, he grabs the other's wrist. 

Clay goes with him after drinking a generous sip.  He tries to hold the cup up high enough so that no accident occurs.  When Tony holds him, Clay's legs shake.  Without really thinking about it, he turns his wrist and grabs Tony's hand, holding tight.

“Upstairs!”

They almost run upstairs, both hearts beating fast. Once there, Tony turns to the other boy.

“Keys?!”

Clay returns the plastic cup to Tony after taking another sip. He stands there, looking at the tattooed boy's hand holding his. 

“Oh ... y-yeah!  The keys!  Okay, we need the keys!” He shakes his head, taking his free hand in his jeans pockets. “I know I have this shit right here!... Here!”

Clay tries to stop shaking as he unlocks the studio door. He still holds Tony's hand tightly as he pushes the dark-skinned boy in. The soundproofing makes the music outside sounds like an alternative reality. 

“Oh, this place is…” Tony chuckles softly, then looks at their hands. “Ah.. s-sorry…” 

The dark-skinned boy moves away, taking the plastic cup for an urgent sip. He was so nervous he could drink it all at once. If it weren't for the other boy suddenly approaching and taking his face between his hands, he certainly would have done it.

Obviously the pale boy doesn't know if it's the alcohol's effect, he just feels so ‘brave’ right now. As if he could do anything and everything was possible. He approaches quickly, kissing the shorter boy desperately.

[sailor-cresselia]

HEISEI GENERATIONS FOREVER

I’M GOING TO CRY

OKAY?

I’M GOING TO FUCKING CRY.

Spoilers for Kamen Rider Heisei Generations Forever below the cut.

also this got really long. Like. 3.8k words long. I am SO SORRY, Mobile Users, I know read mores don’t always work. Just. SCROLL.

20 MINUTES IN AND MY HEART HAS ALREADY BEEN BROKEN MULTIPLE TIMES.

Memories coming and going for everyone - just - just!

Sougo as a smart, smug, asshole.

Tsukuyomi as a ditz.

Then! Then!

Sento and Ryuuga saving a kid from Another Double – who’s design I LOVE, btw.

But Grease and Rogue leap out over the crowd. They remember, when they shouldn’t. When no one should remember them.

When Kazumi Sawatari and Gentoku Himuro shouldn’t remember each other. Shouldn’t be able to become Riders at all, because here they never were exposed to the Nebula Gas that the Rider System requires.

Gentoku forgetting, returning to the stiff, formal, son-of and assistant-to the Prime Minister.

Misora remembering – the cafe’s a bar, and then she forgets. Again.

YA SURE KNOW HOW TO KILL MY HEART, TOEI.

The kid – Shingo – being found by Sento… who doesn’t get the chance to transform. Who looks… he looks like he’s been brainwashed.

A boy who ‘draws Riders to him’. Him and Sougo go to Fuumen – FUUMEN!

TOEI YOU ARE ACTIVELY HURTING ME. Because Another Double shows up… and it turns out. It turns out Shotaro gave the owner of the Fuumen ramen cart the Double Ridewatch to hold onto for him.

And now we’ve lost Geiz, too.

Nobody remembers Sougo – and smartphones don’t exist. Not enough that a small child would know about them.

The first episode of Kuuga airs tomorrow.

Just- hng. Some part of the brainwashed Sento holds out enough to send the Machien Builder to find Ryuuga. To find his partner.

But when he and Sougo get to where he and Tid are.

Tank and Tank.

Just one word.

“Transform.”

And he attacks.

AHAHAHA YESSSS! Ataru points out the “Same Actor Issue” with regards to Kouhei Takeda having played both Otoya and Kazumin THANK YOU I was hoping that would happen. I didn’t think it would but THANK YOU.

IMAJIN NO. No ominous comments about how ‘it might not end well’!

...Shingo. Shingo… Tid brought you here from the past, didn’t he? From the day before Kuuga aired. That’s why you don’t know what a smartphone is. He brought you forward from your little brothers birthday. And you met him here – where he’s 18, and contracted with an Imajin, in order to meet Riders.

I don’t even know these two and my heart’s breaking for them.

...was. Was that Ataru in Another Den-O?!

Okay, yeah, Sento was faking being brainwashed. No surprise there.

BIG surprise that Ataru contracted in order to meet Riders… because he wanted to escape from reality. He’s not worried, because it’s all just a delusion.

Because his older brother disappeared the day he was born. His brother Shingo.

Whoops.

Ataru latched onto Den-O SO HARD that he summoned an Imajin into his world – his world, where Riders are fiction. And that Imajin is trying, but he’s reached his limit. And Tid cares not for what world he’s in, as long as it’s correct.

...it makes sense that sento isn’t torn up about being fictional like sougo is. he’s already been there – twice, even. sento kiryuu was made up in his own world, and no one from the new one remembers he exists. this is nothing new to him.

…

OKAY FOR THE RECORD. I wrote that BEFORE the scene in the rain.

But…

It doesn’t matter if it’s reality or fantasy. They’re Kamen Riders. They do what must be done.

Don’t worry, Sougo. You’ll understand.

Riders always do, in the end.

Also, the bugster virus grunts stand out so badly against all the other mooks. Waste Yummies, Dustards, Ghouls, Inves, numberless Roidmudes, Ganma, Bugsters… It’s. Actually really nice seeing all of these old suits in action. I can’t even say why, but. I really enjoy that.

… Kazumin’s out.

… … Ataru’s had enough of a world with Riders. He’s done. There’s no such thing, after all.

The contract is complete.

The Riders are gone now. But the mooks might not be.

Be careful what you wish for.

Hey there, Woz! Been a while!

Hey there, Sento. Glad you found your kouhai… and that you didn’t blank out when you two left Ataru’s house.

Because I was right. Shingo’s been pulled out of time.

That’s what Imajin are all about, aren’t they? Changing time. (I have not watched past the first two episodes of den-o but that’s the impression I’ve gotten from hearing about it. Shush.)

And Ataru can’t have a brother that went missing if the brother never went missing in the first place. Which is where Tid, the Imajin, and Another Den-O come into play.

Sure, The World of Ataru is ‘reality’ from one perspective, but The World of Riders is reality from it’s own perspective, just like The World of Build. Sento, you’ve done this, don’t dismiss the world you live in now as fiction quite so easily.

(Tsukasa will be disappointed in you. … if everyone else doesn’t beat him up first, for some of the stunts he’s pulled.)

So… since the Double watch came from Ataru’s world, it can act as a link to there from the Rider’s world.

Actually, I really like how much of W they’re working into here. I know it means we most likely don’t get a W arc, but still. Fuumen, and the watch being handed over by proxy – namedropping ‘Sho’. Another W has three faces – Cyclone, Joker, and CycloneJoker. Cyclone’s eyes light up when he uses the tornado attacks, which is a great nod to both how he’s using one side, and to how Philip’s half lights up when he speaks. I mean, the green tornados alone are neat!

(I didn’t think I’d missed the lens-eyes, because they’re creepy, but come to find out, I had! Huh!)

THING IS. I’m a LITTLE pissed about THIS. I get you haven’t been given much to do today, Woz. And I ADORE all of the W references. But the Library is PHILIPS domain. It’s his to explore – his, and Wakana’s, and those who he allows in. Sokichi Narumi, when he was just a tool for Museum, when he got a chance at freedom. When he got to be Philip. And Shotaro. His Partner. Who saved him from himself in there – When the library was BURNING because he was losing himself to Fang, when he was terrified and lost and this is where he is supposed to be.

… Sorry, I have a LOT of W feels, and this movie is hitting a LOT of them right now.

… Basically, Woz, I tolerate you now, but this is December 2018 you, who I tolerate a lot less. Get out of there.

OH, THIS IS INTERESTING THOUGH.

The book is labeled Masked Rider Den-O. Not Kamen Rider. The series has been writing it as ‘Kamen’ when using the roman alphabet since W.

Before that, it was translated into English whenever it was written like that. So it would be accurate to have Masked Rider Den-O, but not, say, Masked Rider Fourze.

Huh. Nice touch.

~Archival footage from Den-o!~

... Woz how did you get that rail pass out from the library?

(Philip would LOVE to know, that seems like it would be a REALLY handy trick, if he could bring even just. Like. Segments of a book, or pictures, or some such. It’d be SO MUCH EASIER to show Shotaro stuff that way, instead of having to copy it out onto a whiteboard.)

… A lot of the time, Another Double sounds like two people speaking in unison.

… can two people be one Another Rider? Could Tid have. Like. Fused some dudes? This is. A valid question right now.

I mean, we never did find out Who Another Double is.

! !! !!!

LUNA!

THIS IS FINE.

(It’s not fine, but only because I hate the Luna memory)

!!! !! !

AH. So. That’s. ONE way to have things happen out of order. Have a watch shoved into your chest after seeing yourself as that Another Rider.

Ataru latched onto Den-O SO DAMNED HARD that he summoned an Imajin, warped time, and became Another Den-O.

Kid… That’s brutal.

Purple Imajin’s lost hope… but Sougo says that they’re not alone.

Tid shows up at the site where the Arcle was found. At the tomb of the first Kuuga. That… if this is the world of Ataru, that shouldn’t exist here.

But he uses the Arcle – still worn by the first Kuuga – to make the Another Kuuga watch.

That’s terrifying, but makes sense. The watches only need the power of the rider, after all. Doesn’t matter which version of the Rider, as we’ll see in Hibiki months down the road and two weeks ago.

TID OW WOAH DUDE

I MEAN

You’re a bad guy but! I’m sorry for you right now! That looks OBSCENELY PAINFUL.

And VERY Time Mazine sized.

Enough to knock Sougo’s Time Mazine into the Another Denliner… which crashes upon arrival in December 2018, scaring ‘Everyday Schoolboy Sougo’ spitless, while carrying Tid as we have known him to this point. Also of note: Another Den-O is posing like Momotaros. That’s a nice touch.

Oh! Hey! I just realized! I like the Purple Imajin’s speech and all, and the exposition’s great, VERY in line with Den-O, but I just realized.

Sougo’s at a point in time where he hasn’t been born yet.

I doubt this’ll do jack all to history, but still. It’s kind of funny.

(Also, hey, Toei, you couldn’t have remembered that Rider used to start in January back during the Fourze and Faiz arc? You had Faiz disappear during an episode that took place in February, thanks to an event in, like, November. I’m still salty about that.)

Cut to 2018.

Sento and Ryuuga step into Tid’s vault.

(brb, snorting with laughter at the bugster stuck in an idle animation on the floor)

Sento’s already altered the world once, and nobody should have remembered him. But one idiot was stubborn enough to remember him. So… who’s to say that can’t happen again? The world has never made sense. Science and physics, chronology and sequence, reality and fiction… all of that went out the window ages ago, as far as he’s concerned. So why not mess around a little more?

Rabbit and Rabbit!

Cross-Z Magma!

““TRANSFORM!””

(cue Build fight music)

I love my boys.

I also love the two busted time mazines basically piggybacking off of each other.

A train whistle sounds.

Oh, Tid. Of course they keep coming back.

You’ve got someone who knows them pretty well right by your side.

AHAHA YESSSSS

YOU’RE FACING THE WRONG WAY BUT YESSSS

‘Sup, Momotaros?

Oh, hold on-

‘Sup, Team Den-O?

Like beats Like. It takes a Rider’s power to defeat an Another Rider.

And the base of ‘imajin’ is imagine. To think up, to dream.

Or, in some cases.

To remember.

Urataros, if you and Ryotaro are going to use the line “Ai to Seigi to” I expect SOMEONE to do a Sailor Moon pose! SOMEONE NEEDS TO!

She is the senpai for EVERYONE HERE. She’s from 1992, after all, Mr. 2007.

Okay, sorry, Moon Fan comments aside.

Sougo gets it now. It doesn’t matter anymore if they’re real or not.

Because here? In this moment? They’re real enough.

I’m willing to bet that under that mask, Sento’s grinning, because he can tell that his junior’s caught on.

Misora – kind, sweet, Misora – guiding civilians to safety, even though she’s a civilian herself… wondering where Sento and Ryuuga are.

They’re a bit busy elsewhere… but Kazumin and Gentoku? They’re available.

Welcome back, Kamen Rider Grease and Kamen Rider Rogue.

Cries for help from two young boys – the right age bracket for right now.

Level Up!

Kaigan!

Welcome back, Kamen Rider Ex-aid and Kamen Rider Ghost.

Two men in their late teens, early twenties.

Cyclone! Joker!

Welcome back, Kamen Rider Double.

A man in his mid-to-late twenties… possibly with his sons, who are wearing the two latest belts. His inner child calls out.

The startup sound of the Arcle

Welcome back, Kamen Rider Kuuga.

A crowd.

Hanamichi! On STAGE!

Welcome back, Kamen Rider Gaim and Kamen Rider Kiva.

A crowd – larger, with more varied ages.

Hii, hii, hihihiii~

Welcome back, Kamen Rider Agito, Kamen Rider Ryuki, and Kamen Rider Wizard.

Three adults.

Turn Up.

Welcome back, Kamen Rider Blade, Kamen Rider Faiz, and Kamen Rider Hibiki.

Change Beetle

Welcome back, Kamen Rider Kabuto, Kamen Rider Decade, and Kamen Rider Fourze.

UCHUU KITA indeed.

Ta To Ba! Ta-to-ba TaToBa!

Welcome back, Kamen Rider OOO and Kamen Rider Drive.

“Ankh…”

Toei don’t break my heart like this. He caresses the hawk medal. Don’t do this to us.

“Let’s go, Mr. Belt.”

“Okay! Start your engine!”

Hi, Krim. Nice to see you again, too. Ah, man, Shinnosuke’s voice is so subdued.

They didn’t have the same type of partnership, but both Eiji and Shinnosuke lost their partners. This is. Right. This is right, for now. It’s something.

Now. Time to fight.

Momotaros doing his own theme song.

Emu bouncing into the air.

Takeru floating – they’re letting him have powers, letting him have the forcefields that he’s going to prove he has when he shows up in the episode that aired the day before this takes place. To the point of TAKERU CAN MAKE TELEKINETIC TORNADOES THAT IS SO FUCKING COOL! (Further vindication! Takeru gets to be spooky!)

One on one my rear end, Gentaro. Rocket on.

Drumsticks and kicks laced with fire from Hibiki and Haruto, before they and Shinji all set a crowd of mooks alight in a wave of fire.

Shinnosuke getting to use the tires on Type Speed’s boots for once… before… Start up. Clock up! The three speed demons – him, Takumi, and Souji – knock the crowd of mooks aside.

Swords and claws slice through one group, thanks to Kouta, Eiji, and Kenzaki – wait, hang on, his given name is Kazuma? I thought that was his surname?! UGH it’s the Banjou and Ryuuga thing all over again, but before it happened, you know what WHATEVER.

Shouichi and Wataru blasting apart mooks with inherited powers.

Tsukasa on his own… because of course he is.

Likewise for Yusuke.

Sento and Ryuuga struggling against Another Double… but Sougo got that watch earlier today. >:)

Like beats Like.

Er, Woz, this is not the time to IWAE. We’re. We’re in a movie. This. Isn’t in the show, save it for- oh, wait, you weren’t there the first time he used Double in show, were you? Haaaa… fine. I’ll allow it.

...I’d really missed Sougo flubbing the catchphrases. “Tell me about your crimes.” It’s. Close. You’re. You’re almost there. You got the pose better than you did the phrase, anyway.  

Another Double is a bit closer, though, since he thinks you’re half-boiled. And did Shotaro’s stressed out forehead pinch – even though Sho’s usually in civilian form for that, and wearing his hat, it still scans. (HNG MY W FANGIRL HEART.)

Maximum Time Break!

Hahaha! Another Double explodes three times. Once to separate in two, once each for a cloud of green and black smoke for each respective half, and then two massive fireballs. That’s glorious.

Tid, I get that you’re a movie villain, but why are you this dead set on getting rid of the Heisei Riders?

“Where’s Tsukuyomi?!”

“Still fixing the Time Mazines!”

And she’s so FRUSTRATED about it!

Good thing Sento built all of his equipment. Oh man, he’s going to have a field day with this thing. Be careful, you might not get both of them back.

CASE IN POINT. SENTO’S JACKED A TIME MAZINE TO FIGHT ANOTHER KUUGA.

And looks like Geiz didn’t just go to fight Tid when he was in 2000. He made the Kuuga watch from the first Kuuga’s body, same as Tid.

Clever. Like I said. Doesn’t matter which version of the Rider. As long as it’s the same power.

Armor Time!

Kuuga!

It didn’t take long to take Another Kuuga down with that much brute power behind the attacks.

Sorry, Ryuuga, but Geiz just isn’t that excitable. No high fives for you. (I’ll give you one!)

Sento must be absolutely beaming under there.

And Sougo does the thumbs up.

HEY REMEMBER HOW I WONDERED IF TID FUSED TWO DUDES TO MAKE ANOTHER DOUBLE?!

THIS IS WORSE.

THIS IS MUCH WORSE.

Step. Away. From. The. Child.

Let him go.

TID HAS ISSUES.

But! Getting everyone out in to one of The Quarries means.

BIIIIIKE FIIIIIGHT!!!!!

Kudos for the Bakusou Bike jingle, and Faiz’s bike pretty much being a drill. Press F to pay respects for Kabuto’s tires. Wonder how many of those he goes through in a month.

Shotaro, Philip, not breaking out the Revolgarry this time? You did back in Taisen Grand Prix!

...Where are Drive and Hibiki?

Oh, wait, nope, there they are, along with Ryuki.

YESSSSS Ryuuga and Geiz in Geiz’s Time Mazine!

AND LIGHTING IT UP WITH BLUE FLAMES TO KNOCK “ANOTHER KUUGA TWO; CREEPER BOOGALOO” DOWN TO EARTH. Literally.

Twenty Rider Kicks. Straight to the face.

(Okay, technically it’s 22 kicks, since Double is, by necessity, both Shotaro and Philip, and Den-O is presumably Momotaros and Ryotaro.)

And the final three to hit? Zi-O, Build, and Kuuga.

Yesssss.

(Also Gentaro looked so awkward standing with the Drill Module still active. Because DRILL. On the LEG.)

We get a montage of two brothers, growing up together, as fans of Kamen Rider. Mirroring a montage of one boy growing up alone at the opening.

And the speech between Senior and Junior – Sento and Sougo.

Yeah. They were Riders. They always were Riders. The laws of time travel aren’t nearly as rigid as you think, Sougo.

As long as someone remembers. They’re still there.

Why should anything have to change that?

Final notes. Whoever made this movie must love W SO MUCH. Because in the end credits, there’s a montage of shots from every season since Kuuga. It shows the riders themselves, as civilians, their base forms, and their final forms.

The slide for W has two variants. The first has CycloneJokerExtreme at the top, CycloneJoker at the bottom, and Shotaro and Philip preparing to transform in the center. The second – the center photo moves to a different expression from the same exact scene – the same SHOT – Shotaro and Philip looking at each other and smiling. It’s from episode 49. When they were reunited.

There’s some nice care for all of the slides, actually, but most noticeable to me…

The Fourze slide has four pictures –  Fourze base mode, Gentaro in front of an explosion, Fourze Cosmic States, and Gentaro and Ryusei. The last three? Are all from the same episode. The one where Gentaro GETS Cosmic States.

Drive has two ‘variants’ as well – in a similar manner to W, actually. The first time, there’s Chase, Shinnosuke, and Gou together, Shinnosuke and Kiriko – from the last episode, no less, as they’re saying goodbye to Krim, and Drive (Type Speed) leaning against the Tridoron. Really puts that “Let’s go, Mr. Belt” line RIGHT BACK IN THE FEELS ZONE, there doesn’t it? Well, the shot of the three riders morphs to the same scene, but all three of them in their armor. THAT is where they show Type Tridoron. I believe that was the first time we heard Spinning Wheel, actually.

Ghost manages to have all three of it’s Riders on a cliff – in civilian form, but still.

Ex-Aid has Emu’s first transformation – both before he activates it, and in his Level One form right after. There’s the first transformation into Hyper Muteki. But his Base Mode shot, for Level Two? Chronos about to get a Gashacon Breaker to the face.

Gaim features both Kouta AND Kaito in all but one shot, which is the one with Gaim on a horse. The others are Kouta and Kaito in Beat Rider attire, Gaim and Baron while the Woman of the Beginning looks on in the background and… Gaim Kiwami Arms versus Overlord Baron… in the final moment of their last fight.

As for OOO? Well, we’re clearly not getting an answer from Toei as to what his official final form is any time soon. Not with Shirtless Episode One Eiji, and TaToBa OOO on a RideVendor as two of the shots. The other two? One is PuToTyra. And the other is TaJaDor… with Ankh right beside him, Greeed arm on display. (Eiji’s final form is Ankh’s Boyfriend and you can’t stop me from believing that.)

I don’t know enough about the other seasons to know how heartbreaking a lot of them are, but. Well.

Over in Kuuga, that’s a transformation in the snow.

Ryuki has a wide shot with thirteen suits.

Blade as a shot with four riders, and one with Blade and Chalice in the water.

I’m not really happy with their choices for Build. Build RabbitTank deciding that he’s going to take Ryuuga with him, Sento and Ryuuga on the bike – at the end of episode one, so they both look awful, Sento in the opening, of all things, and what is quite frankly a terrible shot of Build Genius. They had a lot more to go off of here.

Especially since at least Zi-O has an excuse for poor selection. A close up of Zi-O’s face, a shot of him on his bike on a bridge from the opening, a slightly battered Sougo transforming – not even his FIRST one, mind you, it’s from the wrong angle for that… and OMA ZI-O. I know we weren’t even fifteen episodes in, he didn’t have Decade yet in the timeframe it takes place, but still. STILL.

But I might do a compilation post of all the ending cards, because there was clearly care put into… well, all but the last two, really.

So! In Conclusion!

Not as bad a movie as I was worried about!

There were a lot of nice touches, and I’m pretty sure that at this point, they were working towards un-doing the whole ‘riders were never riders’ situation. Especially given the time placement of this film.

The present day sections take place on December 3, 2018 – literally one day after the first episode of the Ghost arc aired. It was released on December 22, so… about when Sougo was shot into the future by Decade, and the day before he Did The Thing with his belt.

Ghost was allowed to transform. “Oh, right… I’m a Kamen Rider…” And, of course, Decade was there. As Decade.

The next Legend Rider to appear wasn’t until February – with Ryuki, who would never have been a Rider in the first place, regardless of Time Travel interference. He’d already had his adventures undone at the end of his season. After then, every Legend Rider is still a Rider.

As long as someone remembers.

[princess-not-so-charming]

All Strings Attached

Chapter 1

Supergirl

Word count: 3065

High School AU

Kara Danvers/Cat Grant (unrequited)

“Supergirl!”

Kara hates that nickname. She showed up to basketball practice in a Superman t-shirt one time and all of a sudden her coach wouldn’t stop calling her that. At first, she was happy that Sapper had stopped calling her ‘Ponytail.’ But then at the end of her first game as starting point guard, as a last-ditch attempt to win the game, Kara lobbed the ball at the hoop from half-court and while the rest of the gym had gone silent, ‘SUPERGIRL’ had ripped from the coach’s throat with a rage like nothing Kara had ever heard before. But it was quickly screamed again, this time in victory as the ball bounced off the backboard and fell through the net, winning the game for National City High’s Jaguars, 98-96. And she’s been Supergirl ever since.

That was her sophomore year, and at first, it was great. She got a ton of love that next Monday at school. People who had previously treated her like she was invisible were tripping over each other to talk to her, and if she’s completely honest she may have given them a little taste of their own medicine. There were also a lot of girls who had only talked her for tutoring that now wanted help with... ‘extracurriculars.’ But then she realized that that’s all they would ever wanted; a little make-out session that they could tell their friends about but nothing more. And not more like... more. No, Kara wasn’t ready for that either. She wanted it to be special, with the right girl. But none of them wanted that from Kara. They only wanted Supergirl.

It was now Kara’s senior year, and here she sat at a party after a big game against the Gotham City Sirens, their biggest rivals. She’s supposed to be celebrating after another win, but instead, she’s sitting alone waiting for everyone else to get so drunk that they won’t notice when she leaves. She’d been propositioned by several girls tonight, and she almost broke a few times when it seemed they might have had a genuine interest in Kara and not ‘Supergirl.’ But then they would slip up and reveal just how drunk they were.

Kara looks towards the voice, groans, then plasters a somewhat realistic smile on her face as another girl walks up to her with two red solo cups in hand. She picks up her cup of water and takes a pointed sip from it as she had several times tonight. The girl looks disappointed for a second when she sees Kara’s cup but quickly hands off to someone else and continues forward.

The girl is wearing a red dress that shows off all her curves, and she eyes Kara like a lioness would her food. When she reaches Kara’s side, she leans towards the counter that Kara is sitting on top of but miscalculates how far away she was so she stumbles and uses Kara’s arm to catch herself. She looks embarrassed for a moment until she notices where her hands are, she switches back to eyeing the blonde like she hasn’t eaten in weeks.

“Wow, ” with that one world Kara knows that this girl is completely wasted. “Everyone can tell how strong you are the way your shirts hug your arms, but feeling just how strong is a whole new experience.”

“Thank you,” Kara say and gives her a small smile.

“I’m Roulette,” she purrs, “I just wanted to tell you how you did so well at tonight's game.” She’s whispering in Kara’s ear now, and the blonde releases a resigned sigh and stays silent. Kara knows this girl. Her real name is Veronica, but she prided herself in being unpredictable, said that no-one ever knew when she would go off, so she came up with the nickname. Roulette hums, presses her chest into Kara’s arm, and whispers, “I was thinking that you and I could ditch this lame party and have our own private celebration.”

Before Kara can respond, she is interrupted by another voice coming from behind Kara. “Hands off what isn’t yours, Veronica.”

Kara’s heart drops and her stomach fills with dread as she glances over her shoulder trying not to look too upset as her ocean blue eyes meet beautiful pale green ones.

Cat Grant. Head cheerleader and queen of National City High. She’s insanely beautiful and incredibly intelligent. She has Kara wrapped around her finger, and unfortunately, she knows it. Kara has had a crush on Cat ever since ninth grade and in their junior year when she made the mistake of telling Cat that, the cheerleader has used it to her advantage. This is Cat’s party, and she is the one who asked Kara to come — ask may be the wrong word, it was more like told — and Kara is beginning to realize that she only bothers to do so personally when their school wins a game. For some time now, Cat has been plastering herself to Kara’s side and claiming her for everyone to see but then ignoring Kara when they’re alone. And Kara can’t seem to do a damn thing about it. Kara has tried time and again to tell Cat to back off, but can’t force the word out.

Kara has seen this exact same scene play out several times since Cat decided that Kara was hers: some girl popular enough to be a slight annoyance to Cat — because no-one is popular enough to be perceived as an actual threat — approaches Kara, drunk enough to forget or not care about Cat’s claim, and propositions her. Cat pops up out of nowhere, and from there it could go one of two ways. Either the girl sobers up quickly and promptly leaves Kara alone, or Cat humiliated the girl and said girl runs away crying.

“Supergirl and I were just talking, Cat. There’s no harm done,” Veronica says while she rubs Kara’s upper arm.

The movement catches Cat’s eyes, and Kara sees her jaw tighten as Cat slowly looks back up at Veronica. “Last time I checked you are not deaf and therefore do not need your hands to talk.” She speaks slowly as she rounds the counter and stands in front of the other two girls. “You’re poaching, Roulette. And you know... how much I hate poachers.” Cat steps closer and presses her hip to Kara’s knee and stares Veronica down. Kara is worried that Roulette’s head was going to implode from the weight of Cat’s intense stare.

After a long, suspenseful moment, Veronica slowly peels herself away from Kara’s side all while keeping eye contact with Cat. “Alright,” she holds up her hands and backs away. She turns to Kara, winks, and smiles, then walks away.

Kara sighs and slides off the counter. As her feet settle on the floor, Cat turns to Kara and smiles. She puts her hands on Kara’s abdomen and presses her into the counter.

“Where do you think you’re going, Supergirl?” Kara can tell by the way Cat’s eyes keep darting away that she’s just putting on a show for the people close enough to have caught the stand-off with Veronica.

Kara flexes her jaw, frustrated that she can’t force herself to just move Cat away from her and leave. “I’m going home,” she mutters curtly.

Cat rubs her a thumb against Kara’s stomach in what is probably supposed to be a soothing manner. “You don’t have to go anywhere,” Cat coos and smirks, “I saved you from Roulette.” She’s talking to Kara the way someone would speak to a child after they’ve had a nightmare and it’s annoying Kara. But there are still people watching so she smiles and leans down to whisper in Cat’s ear.

“I didn’t need you to save me. I did just fine with the other girls that approached me tonight, and you didn’t seem to care enough to come to help me with them. What, were you worried I would actually take Veronica up on her offer?” Kara pulls back and just barely catches the flash of irritation on Cat’s face before it is quickly covered up. Kara grins sweetly and continues at a normal volume, “I’m gonna go. I’ll see you Monday.” Just for good measure, Kara leans back in and kisses Cat’s cheek before she moves around her and walks away.

On her way out, Kara is stopped multiple times by girls and guys alike, but she makes up some excuse about being sore from the game. Which, now that she thinks about it wasn’t really a lie. The Sirens are an outstanding team, and for most of the game, Kara was worried that her team wouldn’t win. So she may have pushed herself just a little more than she usually would, and she is starting to feel the consequences.

She exits the house and makes her way to her car without any more interruptions and drives home as quickly as possible. When gets in her house she makes her way towards the stairs to go to her room, pausing at the archway leading to the kitchen to say hi to her mom.

Eliza turns away from the counter where Kara can see several freshly made sandwiches sitting. “Hey, sweetheart. You did great today. Two more points in today’s game and you would’ve broken your record. I made you some sandwiches, you hungry?”

“Yes,” Kara sighs but doesn’t make a move towards them.

Eliza chuckles softly. “You sore?” When Kara nods tiredly, Eliza makes her way towards the girl and places a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Go ahead and take a bath and get ready for bed and I’ll bring them up to you.”

Kara sighs again and starts slowly making her way upstairs. “Make sure you put Epsom salt in the water,” Eliza calls and when Kara can only grunt in response, the older blonde laughs and shakes her head. Kara was adopted by the Danvers family when she was nine after her parents were killed in a fire, and the younger blonde spent most of that year in the hospital because of smoke inhalation and multiple second-degree burns. The young girl absolutely hated having to stay in bed during that time, so it was no surprise to anyone that as soon as she was allowed Kara was always up doing some kind of physical activity; always wearing herself out so someone would have to carry her to bed by the end of the day. Kara has been worrying about that game for weeks, so Eliza isn’t surprised that she pushed herself harder than usual today to ensure a win.

Kara just barely makes it up the stairs without collapsing, and she sluggishly makes her way to her room. She hears her phone ring in her bag but can’t bring herself to answer it as she dumps it next to her dirty clothes hamper knowing that Eliza will pull the things that need washing out of it. Kara strips down and adds those clothes on top of her bag, thanking her past self for deciding to change all the way out of her sweat soaked uniform instead of only changing out of her shorts and shoes like she usually does. She goes into her ensuite bathroom, starts filling the bathtub up with water, and adds a generous amount of Epsom salt to help with her soreness.

As she sits on the edge of the tub, she hears Eliza come up the stairs and into her room. Her phone starts ringing again, this time with the ringtone Kara set for FaceTime calls, and quickly stops when, Kara assumes, Eliza answers it.

“Hey Alex,” she says and Kara perks up a little hearing her big sister’s name. There’s a pause before Eliza says, “She’s getting ready for a bath, she’s tired after today’s game.”

As Eliza gets closer to the bathroom door, Kara can just make out Alex jokingly saying, “...punk needs to suck it up so she can tell me how it went. We haven’t been able to really talk for days, and I’m so lonely I’m dying,” she adds dramatically.

Right before Eliza steps into the door frame, Kara calls out, “I’m naked,” knowing that both the women would make a fuss if they weren’t warned.

Pretending that they wouldn’t and have never done exactly that, they both say, “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” and Eliza finally steps into the bathroom chuckling with Alex.

“I could have a new tattoo,” Kara mumbles.

Alex lets out an overdramatic gasp and says sarcastically, “No. Not another tattoo.” All the while Eliza just stare pointedly at Kara’s arms and shoulders.

Kara's burns left a lot of scars that always reminded her of what she had lost in that fire, and those memories caused her more pain than the actual burns did. So when she was old enough, Eliza allowed Kara to start getting them covered with tattoos. Her first was a matching tattoo with Alex, which was her older sister's third. She has tattoos spanning from her shoulder to the middle of her forearm on her left side, and from her shoulder to her elbow and down her side on her right. She works with the same tattoo artist every time to design each one so that they’re all meaningful.

Nobody but her friends and family know about her burns and tattoos. She gets cold easily in the areas she was burned so for awhile she always wore thick cardigan sweaters with everything. Now though she just wears jackets and long sleeved fitted workout shirts or compression arm sleeves. She didn’t like the burns and the tattoos are too personal to Kara to share with just anyone, so she’s kept them a secret.

She does not, in fact, have a new tattoo but she’s started the designs for one, and she wants to keep this one a secret from her sister and mother until after she gets it.

She smiles and reaches for her phone, and Eliza moves closer to give it to her then kisses her forehead. “I went ahead and brought your sandwiches up. They’re on your bedside table. Make sure you take your contacts out before you got to sleep. Love you. Bye Alex.” Eliza kisses her forehead again and makes her way out as Kara and Alex call ‘love you’s back to her.

Kara turns her attention to her phone and sees her sister sitting at the desk in her dorm room. “Alright,” the older girl says. “Get in the tub, weakling, and tell me what’s really wrong with you.” Kara sighs and does as she’s told. She should have known that Alex wouldn’t have even needed to really talk to her to know that her sore muscles weren’t the reason for her subdued mood.

As Kara lowers herself into the water she lets out a pained, “It’s Cat,” and Alex can’t tell if it's because of the girl her little sister has been crushing on for years or the strain her move causes her. Alex has heard all about how Cat Grant has treated Kara, and it irritates her to no end that she can’t do anything about it. Kara had waited until Alex had gone off to medical school all the way across the country before she told her that she was a Cat toy now (pun intended).

“What has the bleached blonde Barbie done now,” Alex growls.

“Just more of the same.” She almost doesn’t comment on the insult because Cat’s roots were, in fact, brown but she just can’t help herself. “And her hairstylist does a great job dyeing her hair,” she adds petulantly while looking anywhere but her phone, knowing that if she does she will be met with Alex’s famous Glare.

Another thing that annoys Alex to no end is how Kara defends Cat any chance she can. Cat plays Kara’s heart, and Kara acts like its no big deal while she bottles up her feelings until she finally breaks and calls Alex every night for up to two weeks to vent. In Alex’s opinion, those are the good weeks. Kara pretty much ignores Cat then, not in the kind, and loving mood that she usually is to deal with Cat’s bullshit.

Alex sighs. Her baby sister is the most loving, happy, and the most kind-hearted person she has ever met, and it kills her to see someone take advantage of that. “Kar, you gotta let Cat go. She’s no good for you.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” Kara tries to hide it, but Alex can see the frustrated tears running down her cheeks. “Logically, I know that Cat is using me. But my heart keeps telling me that eventually Cat will come around and she’ll see that I'm good for more than just being her arm candy. She’ll know that I would do anything for her."

"You deserve someone who treats you like you’re the best person that has ever come in their life, because anyone would be lucky to have you, Kar."

Kara's lower lip quivers, and she sniffles looking away from her phone. "You have to say stuff like that. It's in the sister rule book."

Alex chuckles and decides to change the subject. Even though she wants her sister to stay as far from Cat Grant as she can get, Alex knows that pushing Kara will only frustrate her more and the older girl doesn't want to risk making her sister feel like she can't talk to her.

They talk about mundane things while Kara finishes soaking her muscles and then rinses off, and when Kara is finally ready for bed and sitting at her desk eating, Alex thinks that perhaps the 'tired' excuse wasn't an excuse after all. While the blonde is eating her sandwiches, Alex can see her eyes start to droop, and her speech gets slightly sluggish. She knows that if she mentions it, Kara will deny being tired and insist on staying on the phone, so Alex lets it go for a while. But then Kara begins to have trouble holding her head up, and the brunette knows she has to say something.

"Kara," she speaks softly, not wanting to wake Kara all the way up. "Kara, sweetheart why don't you go lay down so that you can rest your body some more. I know you're still sore."

Kara grumbles something that vaguely sounds like "...know you're trying to trick me", but doesn't resist. As Kara settles in bed, she remembers something that her big sister avoided talking about tonight. "Call me tomorrow when you're free," she mumbles with a grin, "I want to hear about your date with that cop." She chuckles when she sees her Alex's cheeks turn red. "G'night, 'Lex. Love you."

"Jerk," is Alex's grumbled response before she adds, "Love you too, Kid. Hang in there."

Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think! Chapter 2 should be up soon!

[ask-joeydrewstudios]

Family Sticks Togehter

@phoena12 submitted: a quick fic i wrote for Angst War 2k18, hope you enjoy!

It had been a peaceful day or as peaceful as the studio could get, the occasional pipe bursting and sending tidal waves of ink in every direction, the sounds of pen scratching onto paper as the widening grin of Bendy takes shape. Sammy had taken to shouting as of late, much to Wally’s and some better un named interns glee, as Bendy plays prank after prank on the poor music director. Their footfalls soon heard as bendy comes screeching out of an ink stained office with a peeved (and soaked) Sammy Lawrence, insults spitting from his mouth. It takes Wally a few minutes to stop his cackling.

Sweet melodies combined with a twirl of angelic singing comb through the halls of the studio, a few employees stopping briefly by the recording studio to catch the sunny tune. Susie making the bass vocals as Alice leads with the main part, the two lost in the joy of it. Jack leans to one side of the recording booth, scanning over the lyrics and hums along to the instrumental parts.

Down below, where memories breathe a little more life than ought to be, sits Shawn, tinkering away with his bendy plushies. A careful eye analysing each and every aspect of the doll he has in hand. Satisfied, he smiles and places the doll down amongst others. A comforting hand is placed on his shoulder as Lacie asks a genial question. Shawn shrugs, stands and gestures at an oil smudged Lacie to lunch. She scoffs but heads for the elevator nonetheless, making a joke that Shawn’s eyes were looking a little green today. He laughs. He usually forgets to take his goggles off.

Several floors above, Joey sketches out various ideas to put forth for the next cartoon strip, various doodles of Bendy pulling pranks or just getting into mischief. Alice being the voice of reason and Boris the lovable antagonist. Notes are hastily scribbled at the sides, some a little indecipherable in his haste to have the picture make sense. He was sure Henry and the others would love them. At least, he think they would if not for the shouting that interrupted Joey’s thoughts. It sounded like Sammy and Bendy were at it again. He heaves a sigh, pushes up from his chair and begins a casual walk out towards the racket. Oh sure, he was gonna give them hell when he caught them but why waste that energy now. Joey waves a hello at passing co-workers.

“I’m gonna ring yer damn neck ya imp!!” Sammy all but screeches.

“Ya gotta catch me first!” Bendy snickers back as he quickly rounds a corner, only to bump into his father figure, Joey.

“I got ya now twerp!” Sammy hollers as he catches up with Bendy and grabs him by the scruff, “oh yer in for it now” Sammy spits. Failing to notice Drew but we’ll just blame it on the fact his face is covered in ink and not the overriding frenzy that has him worked up instead.

“I don’t think that is in your best interests Sammy” Joey speaks up. An audible gulp can be heard as Sammy snaps his neck to meet the cold blue eyed gaze of his boss, dropping Bendy in the process and eliciting an “oww” from him.

There’s a slight pause from both demon and music director before Bendy wraps his arms about Joey’s legs and whimpers a “he started it!” How very convincing and certainly Joey would be had he not had to deal with this same situation time and time again.

“You know damn well you started it ya pest!” Sammy glowers down at Bendy, “he flooded my office again” this he says to Joey, firmly holding his gaze. Joey could have guessed that by the state of his appearance alone.

“That fact is very evident, Sammy, what im most concerned about is the level of noise and destruction (at this he looks pointedly down the hall the two had come cavorting through) that you two have caused”. If looks could kill, Sammy would have dropped dead right there on the floor. “And Bendy” Joey begins with that parental tone that brooks no space for argument, “how many times have I told you not to flood Sammy’s office?”

Bendy idly rubs his forefingers together, a petulant frown showing, “26 times?” he tries but it doesn’t yield any form of a smile from the older man. Bendy gives up his childish act and goes to stand by Sammy, the both of them looking like disgraced children.

“47 actually” Joey sighs out. He wishes Henry were here instead. “Bendy, you’re not allowed in the animation department for the rest of the week”

“What!? But Joey-“Bendy squawks before being cut off.

“No.” it’s harsh but Bendy needs to learn. “As for you, Sammy, your coffee intake will be reduced” that might be pushing it but it’s the only way Joey can really reprimand Sammy.

“Fine…” Sammy grouches, unwilling to fight further on the subject with his boss. He supposed, as well, that he had caused a bit of havoc for the rest of the studio, especially for Wally.

“Good, I shall leave you two to-“

“But what am I meant to do for the rest of the week!” Bendy suddenly pipes up, his hands fisted slightly and looking none too happy about the arrangement made.

“You can draw or you can go play in the other departments” Joey tries.

Bendy grumbles under his breathe, looking about as mad as a dozing kitten, as he stalks off, stomping his little feet every now and then. Sammy nods a curt farewell as he goes to clean himself off. The both of them, Joey concludes then and there, are like spoilt children. Ah well, they would get over it sooner or later and besides, a week wasn’t a long time and Sammy could live without coffee. It might even do his health some benefit.

~~0~~

He was mad.

No!

He was fuming!

He was…he was….what was that word Sammy always used?

Pissed! Yeah that was it, Bendy was pissed as all hell. He’d show Joey, he could find plenty to do without sitting with Henry and watch him draw out each careful line of his beloved cartoon. Nope, Bendy wouldn’t miss the soft scratch of pen to pristine paper, or the gentle mutters of the other animators or the lulling hums of Henry as he zoned out.

Nope!

Nu-uh!

Bendy wasn’t gonna miss any of it. In fact it would do him wonderfully to get away from such a dull place. Think of all the pranks he could pull on everyone else! Oh, Joey would regret this decision. Not that Bendy ‘cared’.

Except his plans hadn’t, well, gone according to plan at all.

Wally had caught on to all of Bendy’s pranks and even alerted the rest of the studio to any other of his shenanigans (the gall!), so pranks were swiftly thrown out the window.

Even Alice and Susie wouldn’t put up with him. They had welcomed him into their conversation but the little demon soon lost track or sense of the conversation and after asking the 40th or so question pertaining to “why a guy’s butt looks good in dress pants, compared to overalls”, both women had kicked Bendy out of the conversation. If you asked Bendy, guy’s butts looked better in skirts!

And Lacie and Shawn were no help either. Lacie pretty much kept Bendy at an arm’s length whilst she worked on some mechanical thing and when Bendy had inquired as to what it was she was working on (and god did he ever regret that question) she had shown him a metallic doll that looked like him.

Except it was missing its eyes.

And some of its teeth had fallen out.

Oh and there was oil coming out of its eyes which was not ok?

Bendy had promptly fled the room screaming and hid beneath a stack of dolls.

Another dire mistake because today was filled with those apparently.

Shawn just had to pick him up out of the stack and Shawn just had to stick a needle dangerously close to his eyes. To Bendy’s amusement, Shawn did scream when finding it to be the real him but, you know, having a needle that close to your eye?

That’s not such an amusing thing.

So, Bendy had booked it outside the studio and yes, he was always told never to go outside the studio but the place was beginning to get too stifling and the fresh air and cooling wind felt good. The sky was blue with thick fluffy clouds, like out of a picture book. It was serene. Nice. Bendy inwardly thanked Joey for giving him a reason to go outside. What Bendy failed to know was that for a toon, stepping outside was a death wish.

He didn’t hear their footsteps or their murmured voices, only the flash of a camera and the shocked cries of humans. He didn’t recognise the voices. He didn’t recognise their faces either. Oh but they recognised him for sure.

Bendy had darted back into the studio, the people shouting and causing an uproar now. They banged against the door. His heart fluttered once and then began an uneven beat. Fast and unrelenting. Oh god, what did he do?

With tears welling in his eyes he runs to the one person who could sort out this mess.

Henry.

He knows, he shouldn’t go anywhere near the animation department, the building anxiety of Joeys disappointed features tearing at the young toons heart. Bendy felt as if he would burst.

As he reaches Henry, he’s a crying mess, ink and tears dripping heavily to the floor. No doubt a puddle would form. Henry is instantly on his knees.

“Hey,hey, what’s wrong buddy?” with a soothing tone that has Bendy bawling even more, the other animators coming to see the ruckus.

It hurts. It hurts so much because bendy is crying and sobbing and begging. “Im sorry, im sorry” and “please forgive me Henry” over and over again. His voice goes hoarse and cracks and god, does he feel like he’s gonna burst. There’s too many people and as Henry picks up his shaking form, Bendy burrows his face into his shirt, staining it in tears and ink.

~~0~~

The next day is even worse when the newspapers arrive. A picture of Bendy standing just outside the studio door, a soft and surprised look on his face, on the front page. He cries as Joey stares blankly at the page, eyes widening as he reads each word.

“Drew studios conducting experiments?” one reads.

“Famous star, Bendy, seen outside Drew Studios in freak photo!” another states.

And on and on such titles go, the wonder and mostly horror, at the favoured cartoon being alive.

It was a scandal to be sure.

The studio is silent that day, nobody works.

Henry holds Boris close, as Susie links hands with Alice. The silence a sharp and stabbing pain.

Bendy resigns himself from the chatter but Joey picks him up and holds him close.

“We’ll figure this out” he promises. Bendy cries and hopes that he does.

~~0~~

He’s not sure how many days have passed now.

The newspapers have grown less restive and in response to the heated media, the public takes a stand and protest outside of Drew studios.

It’s horrible and noisy and it’s all his fault.

Bendy doesn’t cry anymore. Just weak shudders and the occasional whimper.

Alice had yelled at him. Screaming. Throwing her hands about in wild gesticulation. Then she had stormed off and Bendy hadn’t seen her since. Susie assured him that she had calmed down but knew that wasn’t the case. Alice would never forgive him. She would hate him forever.

The thought was a punch to the gut.

Intern after intern had been laid off too, seeing as the mobs were getting rowdy and demanding entrance to the studio. Someone had been hurt, a long and nasty gash down their head. Bendy could still smell the blood.

Joey had even taken an interview stating that there were no living toons and such an idea was foolish. Clearly, the public hadn’t believed it.

It was all his fault.

It was all his fault

It was all his fault!

Hisfaulthisfaulthisfaulthi-

Well-toned arms had picked him as impossibly more tears slipped down his broken features, swaying him back and forth and murmuring soft words.

Henry.

Henry was here and standing at his side was Boris and Joey, both looking worried and aged beyond their years. Alice appeared from nowhere and placed a reassuring hand upon Bendy’s quivering self, a small smile telling she had forgiven him.

“Oh, Bendy…” Henry begins, softly, “no more tears, we’ll figure this out, ok?”

“b-but I… I hurt everyone…” Bendy hoarsely whispers, his eyebrows drawn tight and lip quivering.

“Ya certainly caused a mess, imp, but were used ta cleaning up yer messes” Sammy chips in, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I think ya mean I’m more used ta it, I’m the janitor ‘ere” Wally quips as he shrugs past Sammy. Sammy rolls his eyes in response.

“Oh would you two stop! The boy is clearly upset!” Lacie scolds from the end of the hall, her boots thudding as she makes her way to the growing group, Shawn trailing behind.

“We’re in this together” Alice murmurs as she rests her head on Henry’s shoulder.

“A family that works together, sticks together, is what I always say” Joey supplies, hands on his hips in a triumphant manner.

“Since when have you ever said that?” Susie drawls, earning a few snickers.

“W-well, just now!” Joey replies indignantly. Everyone giggles.

A family that sticks together, huh?

Yeah, Bendy had a whole family at his back that loved and cherished him.

Everything would work out in the end.

((OHH IT STARTED OUT REALLY CUTE BUT THEN GOT REALLY SCARY IN THE MIDDLE AND GOT CUTE AGAIN,,,, i love that... thats some Good Stuff. and they’re a family. they’re calling each other family. ohhhhhh my weakness, my biggest weakness-- thank you for the fic!! ; o ;))

[littlemisskookie]

The Bitch Next Door

The Bitch Next Door: 01 02 03 Ship: Jin | Reader Description: You finally sleep with your crush... but your new neighbor isn’t so pleased. Warnings: Hair Pulling, Fingering, Blowjob, Handjob, Sex Toy, Intercourse, Exhibitionism? Word Count: 3,779 A/N: New Series!

You had a crush on Jin for perhaps two months. He was so handsome, and you truthfully enjoyed the jokes others deemed as cringe-worthy. He was funny in your eyes and much more than a pretty face. But even though you desperately wished to pursue a relationship with him, time after time he shut down your attempts. You didn't blame him though. You didn't like yourself either. Each time he was even so much as in your presence, every bad thought in your head seemed to pop up about why he didn't want you, and how you would never be good enough.

But tonight would be different. You were determined to make a good impression. Movie night was tonight, and the group you hung out decided to host it at your place. Most importantly, Jin would be there. You'd be wearing one of your cutest outfits, serving his favorite snack, and the movie you picked for the night just happened to be the one he said he always wanted to see but never had a chance.

This was your chance!

Regardless, the group would be there later that day, and you still needed to go to the grocery store to get the food. You were dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants, jogging down the stairs of your building to get to your car. You were at the second landing when you almost collided with a girl- who was holding a giant box that obstructed her view- and you held her and the box in balance.

"Woah! I'm so sorry," you apologized. "I didn't see you there, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," she said, keeping the box steady as she turned her head around it, giving you a smile to assure your worried form. "Don't worry, I'm good now."

"Oh, good," you said with a breathless smile. "Say, I haven't seen you around here. Are you new?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "I'm moving in today, actually."

"Oh cool!" you exclaimed. "What apartment?"

"325," she answered, "You?"

"No way! You're getting that apartment? It's been empty for so long!" you laughed. "I'm going to be your next door neighbor! I'm in apartment 323."

"You're joking!" she laughed as well. "At least there's someone I know who's friendly in the building. I can sense we'll get along."

"Me too," you smiled. "Well, I ought to get going now. I won't hold you up. It was nice meeting you!" You swerved around her as she muttered how she felt the same, and you continued your way to the grocery store.

The night had been spent with Jin sitting on a completely different couch from you, his eyes glued to the screen, and happily munching on the snacks you brought. Not a single word was really even exchanged between the two of you, though you were nervously touching the hem of your cutest skirt, trying your best to distract yourself by talking with the others. Your eyes kept wandering to the handsome boy, though, and to your disappointment, he never seemed to notice or look back.

And now you were wishing your friends a good night as they hugged you tightly, telling you that you did a great job at hosting, and they couldn't wait until next time. You bit your tongue, wanting to mask your disappointment as you pulled on a tight smile, laughing along as you waved goodbye to them. In reality, you wanted to cry and scream into a pillow about how you even hated the movie. You looked back, surprised to see Jin there.

"Hey, Y/N," he smiled.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Would he actually-?

No, you idiot. Why would he ever ask you that? You should stop thinking stupid things that you know will never happen. There's no point on getting your hopes up on something that's too good for you.

Still, you couldn't help but be elevated with hope.

"Do you mind if I take these chips home?" he asks you, holding up the half empty bag. "They're great, and I think I hate half of the bag."

Your heart sunk.

See you idiot?

You smiled nevertheless. No one else was here anyway, and this was the only chance you'd get to even speak to him. You should at least appreciate and cherish the small moment that you'd nevertheless think about over and over again for the next few weeks. "Sure, feel free," you mumbled.

He smiled heartedly, the kind that made your heart melt. "Thanks," he says. He steps outside of the apartment as you walk him out, and you see your new neighbor trying to jam her keys into her door. You smile and wave to her, and she glances up, immediately ducking her head back down and entering her apartment. Yeah, it must've been a bad day for her. Moving in was always stressful anyways.

You look back to Jin, tucking your hair behind your ears. "Well, have a nice night-"

"Say, Y/N, would you be interested in going on a date with me?"Jin asked you out of the blue.

You blinked in surprise.

This had to be a prank. There's no way someone like him would waste his time on someone like you. That was actually ridiculous. Perhaps he was secretly recording this to get your reaction, and then to laugh in your face.

"What?" you blurted out in a blunt manner, stunned.

"Would you like to go out on a date with me?" he repeated. "You and me. There's this movie that I saw, the trailer looked pretty cool and all, and seeing as you picked that great movie for tonight I think it's fair to say we have the same taste. Besides, I'd be happy to take you someplace."

You smiled warily, your voice unsure. "I'd... love to?"

"Great!" he beamed. "How about I pick you up around 5:30? The movie starts at 6, and I think that'll be a good time to see it."

In all actuality, you were supposed to go to a friend's tomorrow.

To hell with that! You could see them anytime. This was Kim fucking Seokjin. You'd be an idiot to turn down someone as charming, funny, or as handsome as him. Grab your chance! This is your only opportunity, you've wanted this for so long! Rain check the bitch!

Oh, what the hell?

"Sounds perfect," you grinned.

This movie is so fucking boring, was the first thought that came to your mind. You were about to fall asleep watching this. This was exactly like the movie you watched last night, and it was equally as horrible. How did Jin enjoy this?

So what he has weird taste? Everything else about him is basically perfect. If his movie taste is his only flaw then watch all the fucking movies he enjoys frankly.

You thought you were about to doze off when you felt a hand on your knee. You tensed up, glancing to Jin, highly alert. His eyes were glued on the screen, but they slowly traveled over to you. Your eyes locked for a brief second before you redirected them back to the screen, shifting over in your seat to lean back. You two were sitting closer to the screen than anyone else in the theater, and apparently, others agreed the movie was horrible because the seats weren't exactly filled.

You can't fuck this up Y/N. He's finally taking interest in you. Don't screw this up. Let it happen.

Jin seemed to take your silence as a green light, slowly traveling his hand up your thigh and under your skirt, and you side-glanced at him, seeing how his face didn't indicate anything else that was going on down under. He was completely calm and collected about it, keeping a nonchalant expression. You were sure he could feel exactly how you'd tense up beneath him, his touches feathery light as he made his way up your inner thigh, your skirt now completely concealing his hand.

His nimble fingers brushed your panties to the side, his finger slowly rubbing over your slit, getting the blood circulation going. You were gripping onto the sides of your seat in anticipation. The fact that if anyone so much as stood up or paid attention to how his arm reached over into your lap was absolutely titillating. You were doing this in public, and the thought positively thrilled you. You never guessed Jin as the daring type, but he seemed to surprise you more with every movement.

The pads of his finger grazed your clit, making your breath hitch as he slowly started rubbing it, adding a bit of pressure. He leans over, his breath close to your ear, hot and warm. "How do you like it, sweetheart?" he asked you.

"Huh?" you huffed in a quiet breath.

"How can I do it to make it more enjoyable for you?" he asked you softly. "I want to see you squirm."

Your cheeks went hot, and you felt flustered.

Don't fuck this up.

"Hard and slow," you confessed, biting down on your lip. "With fingers."

Jin had a small smile play on his lips as he made his movements slower, instead rubbing you with his thumb, his deliberate rolls slow and pressured, just the way you liked it. His middle finger circled around your entrance, feeling some of the wetness that had already gathered up.

"You're so wet, sweetheart," he whispered. "When this movie's over, I'm going to fuck you into your bed until your throat is raw."

The offer sounded enticing, though you were a little disappointed he didn't simply want to drag you out of that cinema to fuck you in the stalls or drive to your apartment already. But with each roll of his thumb, your legs seemed to quake ever so slightly, and any concerns seemed to wipe away as your mind became blissed out. He slowly slipped his middle finger inside of you, rubbing it against your slick walls slowly, trying to get you to adjust to the feeling. His fingers were so much longer than yours, the slender digits curling up, making you squirm in your seat.

He kept his eyes trained on the screen, laughing at something funny one of the characters said as he simultaneously pushed another finger inside of you, stretching out your entrance. Your teeth seemed to dig into your lower lip as you adjusted, gripping onto the arms of your seat, the continuing rolls of his thumb against your clit starting to push you over the edge. You were sure it was already throbbing and swollen with need, and you wanted nothing more to cum at that moment.

"Faster," you hissed under your breath.

Jin obliged, keeping the same pressure as he rolled circles into your clit, dragging his fingers through your core a bit faster. He kept up the steady pace, and soon enough you were squirming in your seat, your thighs snapping together around his hand, trembling as you felt your high. It was blissful, the climax leaving you with whimpers and sticky thighs. Jin pulled out his hand, wiping it on his jeans as he paid attention to the movie, succeeding in getting you all riled up.

By the time you were in your apartment, you two were making out against the door, fumbling around and knocking into almost everything in sight as you stumbled about the apartment. You tossed your keys somewhere, keeping your lips locked with his, so plush and full. God, how many times you imagined this happening, and it finally was!

Though you would have preferred it at a slower pace perhaps, but you were so afraid of driving him away you simply melted into each action of his, obliging to whatever command he'd bark or request he'd make. You directed him to the bedroom, and soon enough your back was bouncing on the mattress, his body crashing down on yours as he kept fervently kissing you.

His hands began to push up the silky material of your shirt, and you quickly broke the kiss, yanking it off so that he could reconnect your lips. Instead, he reached to the little clasp in front, undoing it until the straps drooped down your shoulders, falling off as he massaged both in his hand.

Oh, so he was a boob guy.

He squeezed your perky nipples between his fingers, marveling at how plush your flesh was, kneading them in his hand as he began to suck on one tenderly. He squeezed and ravaged them, and you simply brushed his hair as he did so, pushing down any sense of insecurity to be the woman he wanted to fuck at the moment. You needed tonight to go perfectly if you wanted him again. More accurately, if he wanted you again.

He was rolling one of the hard buds between his teeth, doing careful to be soft as he twirled his tongue around, his lips trapping it in his mouth. He popped his mouth off, your nipple glistening with his saliva.

"Sweetheart, would you mind doing something for me?" he asked you, his eyes blown out with lust.

"Yeah, sure, anything," you told him in small pants. You were dripping at this point, and you wanted nothing more than for him to have his way with you.

"Would you mind sucking me off?" he asked you, his voice unapologetic and unashamed. "Preferably with your tits as well."

Ah, so you were right about him being a boob guy.

You nodded eagerly, gesturing to the bed. He quickly undid his pants, kicking them to the ground, his boxers slowly following to cascade down his legs, discarded to the floor. He laid down on the bed, his boner prominent and hard, rigid and ready for your touch.

You were slow at first, climbing over him, your hand wrapping around the rigid shaft- the most sensitive part of the member. You started pumping him slowly, your thumb swiping over the head of the cock, then thwapping back down to the base, lewd sounds escaping in the room as your hand steadily pumped him.

You could tell he was waiting for you to get to the main event, though, and you finally stopped your handjob to grab at your breasts, holding them firmly in your hand as you straddled him a little closer, bending down until the head was right under your chin, and you squeezed your breasts around the shaft. The soft skin rubbed around the length, and you slowly started trying to move along him, tucking your chin in to lick and suck softly on the head, your tongue repeatedly swiping over the slit.

Finally, you started hearing some moans. He slightly bucked up into your parted lips, groaning at the sensation of your plush flesh around his stiff cock, and his hand wrapped into your hair, pushing you down a bit until your lips completely trapped his head, and you started to bob your head up and down.

After a few minutes of this action though, your arms started to tire from pushing your breasts together, and your neck began to ache. You were wondering when you'd finally be done with this work, but you were too nervous to ask for anything, too afraid of screwing something up, to tell him you wanted to skip ahead to something else.

Thankfully he pushed you off, telling you that you did well, and then he asked you something you thought you'd never hear. "Where's your vibrator, sweetheart?"

"What?" you exclaimed, your cheeks flushed. You weren't really public about the sexual toys you used and the fact that he was asking you this made you blush. This was definitely odd.

"Do you have one?" he asked you, quirking a brow.

"Y-Yes..." you admitted. "Why do you need it?"

"I want to make you feel good, sweetheart,"  he grinned. "Trust me."

You nodded slowly, reaching over to your night stand, pulling out your vibrator as well as a small condom packet. Jin accepted both, first opening the wrapper of the condom and slipping it off, making sure it covered his entire shaft. He then turned on the vibrator, and you could hear the quiet buzz from the tool, making your cheeks redden.

"Bend over, sweetheart. Hands and knees," he commanded. You obliged, getting in position and sticking out your ass, thankful that you'd finally get to the part you had been anticipating since he fingered you in the movie theater.

You felt the bed shift with the extra weight as Jin moved behind you, Your legs on either side of his own as he directed your hips. Slowly he pushed into you until he was at the hilt, and he let out a low sigh of pleasure. He then reached around, the buzzing toy still in hand, and pressed it against your engorged clit.

Your reaction was immediate, electricity flowing through the bundle of nerves as you let out a gasp, groaning at the feeling. Jin started to slowly pump into you, keeping it firmly placed against you as his hips began to move, his other hand on your hip to keep you steady.

You were a panting mess within minutes, fisting the sheets as your head pressed into the mattress, and you were biting down on your lip to keep from moaning at all of the sensations.

"Don't keep quiet, sweetheart, I want the neighbors to hear who's making you feel so good," Jin chuckled, bucking his hips up, angling himself as though he was trying to remember the spot that made you more of a withering mess. "Say my name, hm?"

"Jin," you moaned softly. In response he slowly rubbed the toy around your clit, twirling the nub ever so carefully.

"You can do better than that," he suggested, moving his hips faster. "I want to hear you scream."

"Jin!" you moaned out again, the vibrations making your eyes feel as though they were about to roll back."Oh, fuck, Jin, Jin, shit!"

"That's better," Jin mused, making a faster pace until your moans and the sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room. "But you can still be louder. What's going to make you scream, hm?"

"Pull my hair," you softly requested.

"What was that?" He slowed the rolling of his hips.

"Please pull my hair," you requested again, almost flinching at what his reaction would be. Surprisingly he pushed the vibrator a bit more against your throbbing clit, his hand flying to your hip to bury itself in your hair, yanking your head back until only the tips of your fingers were lightly brushing against the sheets.

You cried out in pleasure, and his pace because more brutal as he pounded into you, deliberately rubbing the vibrator against you in the way you loved.

"Does this make you feel good?" he asked you. "Me, pressing a vibrator against you, yanking on your hair? Answer me."

"Yes!" you cried out. "Oh fuck fuck fuck yes, don't stop, don't stop please! Jin, oh fuck, Jin!"

"That's right, scream my name sweetheart." At this point, your mantra of his name was only getting louder, and he started to rock so roughly into you that the bed seemed to squeak and shake, the headboard repeatedly bumping against the wall. It repeatedly banged against the door, accompanied by the sound of skin slapping against skin, the quiet vibrations, and your loud moans and cries from the pleasure you were experiencing.

"Jin! JIN! Oh my God, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum," you panted, whimpering. Jin kept up his animalistic pace, continuing to snap his hips up into yours, yanking a bit harder on your hair. You spread your legs a bit wider for deeper access, immersing yourself in the pleasure, which was only intensifying.

"That's right, cum for me, moan my name," he whispered in your ear. You did as you were told until your legs were shaking, your walls convulsing and quaking around his thick length, your loud cries starting to die down.

The moment your orgasm subsided Jin dropped the vibrator and his grip on your hair, instead roughly pushing you down on the bed until you laid flat against it. He put his thighs on either side of your own, redirecting himself, his hands pressed flat against your back as he started quickly pumping himself into you, his pace brutal and animalistic, not sparing you mercy as he chased his high.

His grunts and small moans of pleasure are what kept you in place, and you tried to clench your walls around him. It wasn't long until he stilled inside of you, cumming like there was no tomorrow, perhaps filling the entire condom with his hot seed.

He pulled out of you, taking off the condom as you rolled over, panting and breathless. That was much better than you had anticipated, and you reached your high and everything! Your fantasies, for the most part, were fulfilled, and you were left with a breathless smile on his face.

Jin began to put back on his boxers, and you looked at him in confusion. "Aren't you staying the night?" you asked him.

"Huh?" he looked up at you. "Oh, I've got work in the morning, really have to go there early. It sucks, but it's what I do to keep food on the table."

"Are... we going to do that again?" you ask him softly, nervous.

You were just a one time fuck. He didn't care about you. He just wanted something to shove his dick inside. You weren't anything to him. You were nothing.

"Definitely," he said, smiling. "I can't wait for next time."

Your sunken heart lifted quite a bit.

It was the early morning when you heard the repeated banging against your door. You staggered to the door, having just hopped out of bed, your hair a mess and your face showing the dark circles you didn't bother or even think about covering. You grumbled, opening the door, the face of your new and pissed off neighbor being revealed.

"Oh, hey, I'm sorry if you had any noise last night-" Wow, your throat was sore, and your voice was definitely hoarse.

"Listen here, you need to fucking keep your fuckboy away if you're going to make that much goddamn noise," she snapped at you. "I had to put the volume to my headphones on full blast, and I still couldn't drown it out. If I have to miss out on another night of sleep from wild thumping and you sounding as though you're being eaten alive, I'm sending a report, and I'll be hell bent on getting you and your man-whore as far away from me as possible, is that clear?"

You were dazed, stunned even. "Oh, jeez, I'm sorry. You don't have to be a prick about it."

She narrowed her eyes. "Just don't make so much noise and we're good. That guy's nothing but trouble, and I'd quite frankly advice not seeing him. He's just using you."

Your own eyes narrowed this time, and you crossed your arms, glaring at her. "Uh, excuse you, what do you know? I think you ought to mind your own business, frankly."

"Whatever, just don't fucking disturb my sleep again," she grumbled, reaching over for the doorknob, pulling it in until it slammed shut.

What a bitch!

[elevenhoursinfront-blog]

12th December 2017

I had the worst nights sleep going. In fact, I can't even call it a sleep. I was just laying there. I'm ridiculously overtired today so I can see what's going to happen here, so can Steve.

We got up around 0800. We had to be out before 1000 for checkout so we needed to get our arses in gear.

We had our breakfast which was lovely, as per normal. We got showered and made the most out of our delightful bathrooms. We checked out and we were on the way!

Byron Bay – here we come!

Byron Bay has quite a reputation. All the backpackers that I've met have said that this tiny little town is their favourite. It is quite literally tiny but it has a very chilled vibe. It's pretty hippy, or so there's loads of wanna-be hipsters. It's full of surfer dudes and girls with floral dresses and dark round sunglasses.

We were driving along the motorway when the sign came up 'WELCOME TO NEW SOUTH WALES'. How amazing?! New South Wales has a different time zone to Queensland so within an hours drive, we lost ourselves an hour. I was excited though, this meant the day and the sunlight would last a lot longer. We'd also be able to sleep in a little bit better.

Our phone time changed automatically which I always find weird. How does my phone know that I've just crossed a boarder? I mean, obviously with it's navigation, location and data. But, like, how?

We drove through the main town after road works took us off the road we wanted. We were driving for an extra half an hour trying to get onto the main road that was blocked off. I was getting very stressed. Google Maps didn't know about the diversion – how rude, and kept taking me to the road block. Stupid phone! 

Steve eventually got us round and into the main town that was very small. Extremely busy mind you. There was nowhere to park so we drove on and parked up. There was a lighthouse walk I wanted to do so we found where it started and drove down to find free parking. The parking at the main car park was about $4 an hour. How expensive can you get?! There's no way I'm paying that.

We found a place with 4 hours free parking a few blocks away. We ended up parking and I ended up having a bit of a mental breakdown due to lack of sleep, unnecessary road works, a stress head boyfriend when he's driving and well, I don't need any more reasons really. I couldn't stop crying and I just needed to go to sleep. You know when you're desperate to sleep, you'd fall asleep the second your head hits that pillow.

Steve tried to comfort me and he had a look at what campsites we could stay in. We weren't really looking in advance any more, we didn't need too. Our apps 'Wiki Camps' and 'Spaceships' were our lifesavers and did all the hard work for us. We were ringing the ones in the vicinity to see who was the cheapest. First one was $69 a night! WHAT?! THAT'S DAY LIGHT ROBBERY! I was so angry that I left a comment explaining their price and that it was day light robbery. A bit harsh as I hadn't even gone there to see if it was worth the money but come on – we're paying $35 a night for our camper van alone!

Second one was $50 unpowered... I was getting fed up! The third was the same. No way was we paying that.

Steve found a campsite 20 minutes drive away from Byron which was $30 powered. Perfect!

I told Steve that I didn't want to waste another day so we'd quickly do the walk and then go to the campsite. Well, boy was I wrong when I said the world 'quickly'.

The sites along the way were absolutely stunning. We walked down a path, detouring, to see the local beach. The water was perfect. A clear bright blue. It wasn't hugely packed but it was. It was no Bondi Beach but for Byron, it was popular.

We walked back up the steps to the main road to continue, or should I say, begin our walk. I realised after about 20 minutes walking that we could've parked the van much closer and start the walk closer. Never mind. Walking is good for you!

I was taking picture after picture because it was just so beautiful. The views were incredible. We came up to another beach (same beach, different area) and had a walk around that. We climbed over the rocks and sat down to watch the surfers. I reckon Steve could watch them all day long. I get bored because they sit on their boards for ages before picking the 'right' wave.

We went up to a lookout point which I believe was called Captain Cook's lookout – I could be wrong though. The view was unreal. We could see into the water it was that clear.

We left after about 10 minutes of watching and walked back onto the track. We had been gone around an hour now and we weren't really on the track to the lighthouse yet.

We continued walking and I was getting more and more tired. The views weren't disappointing and it was definitely worth it.

We eventually got to 'The Most Easterly Point of Australia' after a huge climb of rocks, stairs and everything else. Steve and I were dripping in sweat. I had more stairs to go. A year of travelling means a year of being slobs, sort of. Our fitness levels weren't even at 1. Steve started making a point of moving quicker and started doing step ups on each step we came across. I was laughing at him. He said I needed to do it too and I told him that he was on drugs. He ended up with a soaked T-Shirt, aching legs and he was well out of breath. Who's the real winner here?

Finally – the lighthouse! It was beautiful. It was bright white in colour. You could see the tip of the lighthouse just above the trees. We had a few more flights of stairs before we were actually there but this was good enough.

We finally made in alongside the lighthouse. It had the number '1901' on the door so I presume that's a date of importance. It looked so well kept considering. It was surrounded by the most beautiful waters that were so blue, even blue wasn't the best word to describe it!

We were invited in by an elderly woman who was telling me off for not wearing a hat. She said I was far too fair to not be wearing one in this sun! She was right but I wanted the sun to bleach my hair... Oops.

We went inside and there was a little museum in the main room. It had all things lighthouse/byron bay kept inside, all ancient. My favourite things were the news articles. They were so blunt and to the point. You had family members named like everyone knew who they were. At that time, they probably did. I stood and read them all.

We started getting talking to a lovely elderly lady. There were about 4 members of 'staff' there - all retired people volunteering at the lighthouse. After speaking with her, she asked if we wanted to go up to the top. Wow! I'd never been inside a lighthouse properly, let alone a working one.

We queued up with 5 others and went upstairs. The lady told some stories about the lighthouse before we got to see the incredible views. It was worth the wait though – the water! I just couldn't believe it. Steve and I took loads of photos and videos before going back downstairs. We signed our names in the book and made our way out.

Steve managed to find a little cafe joined to the lighthouse and he bought a coffee. He bought me a milkshake because they're my favourite and I was miserable and tired (as always).

We continued our walk in hope that we were almost finished. I was exhausted. We're a good 4 hours into the walk and my poor feet didn't want to do any more.

According to Google Maps, we had about half an hour more until we got back to the van. I had to keep telling myself “I can do this!”.

We got back to the van and I was desperate to just fall asleep, then and there. We drove the 20 minutes out of town to a place called Skennars Head. It had the cheapest camp site going so there was no way I was staying in Byron and paying $60 to sleep, in my own van!

We got to the campsite and checked in. It was $30 for powered. Or so, we thought. We couldn't find the power plug and we had to ring reception to ask where it was. We were really hoping they hadn't checked us in as unpowered so we had to pay more. It might not be the bargain we thought.

Reception said it was hidden underneath the water pole and when we checked, there it was. Phew. It really is a bargain spot!

We got ourselves showered, ready to make dinner. I was starving. The toilets and showers were really nice here. I reckon my favourite. The only reason I prefer them to the Gold Coast ones are because they play the radio 24/7 in there. What a dream! We haven't been able to listen to the radio since, well, forever.

Steve and I cooked a vegetable medley. We had broccoli, peppers, onions and carrots all fried in a paprika seasoning with cashew nuts. We had a bottle of Fifth Leg Sav Blanc too. Delightful.

We sat in our chairs at the table playing cards and drinking all night whilst the sun set. These are the evenings I'm going to miss the most I'm sure.

When it got dark and it was time for us to go to bed, the nosiest birds came out to play. It was like listening to Monkey's have an argument. Then countless amounts of planes flew over our campsite really low – really loud. The crickets decided to join in too with their constant noises! I recorded them all and sent them on the group chat! Do these creatures know how tired we are and do it on purpose?!

Either way, we fell asleep within moments. It was a lot later than we thought. The sun set later, obviously as we were in a different time zone. It was amazing. It was so much cooler at night, we needed the duvet again. Amazing! We decided no alarm tomorrow and a chill beach day at Bryon. I think we need something like that. With the price of this campsite too, we may as well stay one more night.

[myquarantinediary2020]

Day ???

From now on I’ll title these by date, but right now it’s really April 6th, but the night of April 5th.  Does that make sense?  Honestly, I don’t care.  

I highly doubt anyone will ever see this, but in case that happens I’m going to make a disclaimer.  English is my first and only language, but I suck at it.  My grammar is poor, and without spell check my spelling is awful.  Pretty embarrassing for a 25 year old woman who grew up in an English speaking household, but oh well. This blog is going to basically a stream of conscious.   You ever feel like you can’t just rant about your problems to people, because you fear it’ll bore them or they won’t care, or they’ll avoid you and your negative thoughts?  Yeah, same.  That’s why I’m here.  If you read this, hopefully you can either relate, or are entertained.  Or both. Preferably both.  Is there a description box I should be putting this in?  I should’ve looked into that before writing, but I didn’t.  I’ll probably find that description box later on and regret typing this here, but I’m just going to leave this as is and if anything copy and paste.  Again, I don’t care.  I plan on being very honest about my what I do daily and, most importantly, my every day feelings.  I’m not making any promises, because in the back of my mind I always fear about people I know finding something like this and knowing thoughts I keep to myself.  In person I appear to be a pretty open person, but I’m actually incredibly private about my feelings and I’m trying to change that.

Anyways.  Today really, really sucked and that’s why I’m here.  I’ve cried for the past hour and feel like I don’t have anyone to talk to.  I am blessed that I have great friends who I’m sure if I called would listen to me cry and comfort me, but there’s few things that I hate more than people seeing me in a “weak” state.  Crying is NOT weak, but I’ve engraved that association into myself and have trouble letting anyone other than my mother see or hear me cry.

I’m social distancing by myself.  By choice?  Kind of.  I was social distancing for almost 3 with someone I’ve been kind of seeing on and off for the past 9 months.  Then I was basically told to go home.  That’s a story for another day.  I have family in this city I can go to,  but I want to hold onto any freedom I have by not staying with family.  I could stay with my aunt, but her and her husband are newly wed and I feel like I’d be intruding.  I could stay with my grandparents, but then I’d be basically letting go of any privacy I have.  My father lives in a neighboring province, but we don’t have a healthy relationship and it would be very bad spending an extended period of time with him in a space where neither of us can really leave.  I’d be trapped.  My mother lives in a different country, so that doesn’t help.  And, with any of these people,  I know I’d be constantly bombarded with the question “are you looking for a job?” Which I know they only ask, because they love and care about me, but this question makes my anxiety spiral and I’m already not in a great place right now.  

I got laid off March 13th (which is a Friday the 13th, how fitting), because I am a server and although restaurants hadn’t officially shut down in service yet, it was inevitable. I hardly have any savings, because I’m irresponsible and haven’t been able to get employment insurance as yet and blah blah blah.  I’ll get into it all more later on.  Maybe today, maybe not.  Honestly, it all just depends on how tired I am and whenever this writing “inspiration” drains down to “E.”  “E” as in like empty on a fuel tank.  Maybe you got it, maybe you didn’t until I explained it.  If you didn’t understand you are welcome for my explanation.  Okay, moving on.

Let’s do a play-by-play of my day.  I plan on this being kind of like reality TV, but you have to read it.  So....... less fun.  Or maybe more fun if you like reading more than watching TV.  I don’t know.  I don’t care.  If you got this far, thank you. 

My memory sucks,  but I’ll recap as best as possible.  I love how I just said that as if any of you actually know what I did in my day and would know if I’m missing something.

Also, I just want to say this one time, before I start.  I will also most likely only say this once.  Anything I am upset about for whatever reason is validated.  I know there are people who are worse off than me.  I know there are people who are praying to only have the “problems” that I have right now.  But you know what?  That doesn’t mean my feelings are invalid for any reason.  My problems are MY problems and what I can and cannot deal with mentally or physically is not dependent on the struggles of others.  I do, and will continue to, pray and hope for better days of those who are worse (and better) off than I.  That being said, if at any point you feel the need to make a comment (can you even comment on here? I don’t know, but either way...) about how you don’t think my problems are real problems, then you can just exit the screen and go do something else.  Save that for something else.

I woke up, did the usual.  Brushed my teeth.  Peed.  Morning poop.  Then I went for a run.  I only run a mile right now, because I have asthma and- actually you don’t care.  I ran a mile.  Went home, did some yoga and took a shower.  Then, I made breakfast.  I had avocado toast with a fried egg and some fruit (typical millennial).  Brought my breakfast outside, and sat on my balcony while I ate, people watched, and facetimed my friend while we worked on and prepped our podcast that we’re releasing tomorrow.  Or I guess today since it’s past midnight.  

While I opened my laptop, I noticed I got an email from amazon that somebody tried to long into my account in China.  China?!!?!?!?!?! I live in Canada!  It took me a while to sign into my account properly, but who knows what else they tried to sign into.  Then, when my friend and I were trying to get our episodes to be set up to release the next day on multiple platforms, we realized that it won’t show up on some of those platforms for a few days and so that was very frustrating, especially considering we already publicly announced the release date a week prior.  Then, my friend and I did shit all while we talked on the phone for 9 hours.  Yes, 9.  We’re basically trapped in our houses, what else are we supposed to do?  Don’t judge.

We got off the phone and this is where everything went downhill.  There’s 7 light bulbs out in my condo.  Yes, 7.  Stop judging.  No, these aren’t typos.  I already mentioned I’m irresponsible, so why are you surprised?  When I found out we had to stay inside and avoid other humans, I made myself a promise.

I will [at least attempt to] try to accomplish [most of the] things that I’ve been putting off for the longest time.  

Was that a proper use of those types of brackets?  I don’t know.  And..... you guessed it!  I don’t care.

So, one of those promises was to change those light bulbs.  The other day I bought 8 light bulbs and today was going to be the day.  First I went to the bathroom.  One of the lights above the mirror burned out.  I changed it.  I felt success.  I excitedly put the cover back over the light just to feel all my excitement drain right back out of me as I realized that the bulb I bought was too big and so the cover couldn’t fit back on.  Also the light bulb flickers.  I was like alright, not the worst, I’ll just take a working bulb from the hallway (which also needed a few changed).  I tried to change those, just to find out they were GU24 bulbs.  Do you know what that even is???? It’s okay, I didn’t either.  It’s a light bulb that plugs in, instead of screws.  WHY my place just can’t have regular light bulbs is beyond me.  I felt pretty defeated, because I have a problem of starting things and not finishing them, and another promise I had made to myself was to actually finish tasks.  Finding out I wasted money on 8 light bulbs I can’t use AND I can’t change my light bulbs at all was pretty disappointing.

After that I tried to rant on Instagram, but my phone has been acting up and now won’t record any audio if I record a video.  I can’t take my phone into the Apple Store, because they’re all closed.  I can’t send my phone in, because I need it, especially since I live alone.

Then I tried complete my employment insurance report, because I finally got my access code in the mail.  I’m pretty sure I put something wrong, because now it says I have to call them.  Do I want to call them?  Absolutely not.  The lines are going to be crazy, because everyone is calling.  This also will likely delay my payments which I really need, because I haven’t worked in 3 weeks.

This is when I broke down.  I’ve been feeling like a failure, more so recently, and this just felt like the icing on the cake.  I’ll go into this more later on (mostly because I’m tired and need to wrap this up) but I feel like I’m going through a quarter life crisis right now and have accomplished nothing in life.  I feel like I should know how to properly fill out an employment insurance application, but then again I’ve never needed it before, so how and why should I know how?

Ugh.  Honestly I’m wrapping this up now, because I’m tired.  I’ll try and write at least once a day.  I’m not promising I will though, so don’t expect it.  I’m not promising I’ll do anything.  I’d like to add a photo that represents something about my day.  Preferably, something positive.  If I don’t add one to this post, it’s because I couldn’t find one, or forgot.

If you’ve read this far, thank you.  I genuinely appreciate it.  Tomorrow I’ll go more into why this is all so stressful to me and all that.  No promises though.  It just actually feels good to write out how I’m feeling.   It’s 2:20 am currently and it’s time to drift into sleep.  

Actually hold on.  One thing I do want to do is at least end with one positive thing about the day.   I want to at least try to do this every time, because if I just constantly dwell in the negatives of my day to day life, I’ll probably go crazier.

The positive: talking to my friend for 9 hours.  I’m actually so grateful to have a friend that I am able to talk to seamlessly for hours on end.  She has the most beautiful soul and I am so blessed to have a friend like her in my life.

Okay, goodnight.  Chat soon.

2:23am.