#but there were next to none egh

[sharlmbracta]

*throws the 58 chapter fic out the window you know and i know* if i had known about THIS tasty fic 3 months ago *SLAMS the tasty fic on the table* i would have yoddled off to the nether like Hell No Tommorow @did-we-imagine

[solarsa1nt]

𐚁֙࿐ CONFESSIONS

gojo satoru x male!reader

Tags — fluff , kissing , love confession , blushing , questionable age gap but still legal

Notes — none

"Y/N-senpai?" A familiar voice calls as the boy in questions blinks in surprise, turning towards the familiar figure.

"Ah... Itadori?" Y/N's head tilts to the side, frowning in confusion as he blinks the sleep away from his eyes.

It was, surprisingly, not some hallucination caused by lack of sleep. Itadori was heading down the hallway from where the kitchen was, a baggy t-shirt and shorts being in place of the uniform that he (along with most other students) were often seen in.

"You... shouldn't be up this late." Y/N frowns, lightly scolding the boy. "It's not good for someone your age."

"Huh? But you're only four years older than us, right?" Itadori asks, sounding uncertain if he was right now that he's said it aloud.

"Which means I'm legally an adult. Either way, it's my cursed energy's fault so not much I can do to fix it..." Y/N frowns slightly before sighing, shaking their head and looking up at Itadori with a neutral expression.

"Whatever, just get back to bed." Y/N suggests, glancing out the window to briefly look towards the entrance of the school.

Itadori gives the older boy a hesitant look but eventually nods, sparing one more concerned glance before continuing down the hallway towards the dorms.

Silence falls over Y/N now that his kouhai had disappeared down the hallway.

"...Why do I even bother waiting for that guy?" Y/N mumbles to himself with a tired sigh, turning on his heel and walking towards the main room of the dorms.

Plopping down on the couch, Y/N leans against the armrest, tugging a blanket over his lap as he grabs the remote.

After clicking on a streaming service and putting on the first movie to pop up— it happened to be some animated movie titled 'Your Name' —Y/N slumps further back into the couch.

About halfway through the film, his half-asleep state was interrupted by a door loudly opening— whoever opened it obviously uncaring of who they would wake up with the clatter.

"Mh...?" Y/N turns towards the door tiredly, glancing towards the door to see a familiar white-haired sorcerer standing in the doorway.

"Oh... you're back." Y/N yawns, raising a hand to cover his mouth before stretching out his arms, letting the joints pop satisfactorily before he sets them down again.

"Ho? Is my favorite watching movies without me?" Gojo walks over to lean on the couch behind Y/N.

"Stop being so blatant about your favoritism..." Y/N sighs, ignoring the warm feeling bubbling inside of him with the knowledge that he was Gojo's favorite.

"Y/N is just too cute!" Gojo teases, patting the boy's head affectionately.

"Egh..." Y/N grumbles, leaning away from the touch as he focuses back on the movie, watching the scene play out impassively.

A comfortable silence rests over the two as Gojo walks around to sit next to Y/N, throwing his arms over the edge of the back of the couch.

"You don't even have half of the context for the movie." Y/N points out, bringing his knees to his chest and crossing his arms over them, resting his head atop them.

"Hm? I'm sure I can figure it out." Gojo shrugs offhandedly, "I am the strongest, after all, understand a movie won't be an issue."

"Right." Y/N gives the man an unimpressed glance before rolling his eyes and focusing on the movie once again.

Colors flicker across the television screen— a meteor falling through the sky over the small town as a girl watches with widened eyes.

Y/N wonders what it'd be like to witness something like that, something so colorful and bright that it makes the entire sky seem to glow...

"Y/N." Gojo's voice interrupts Y/N's musing, his tone light but still holding an unusual amount of seriousness.

"Hm?" Y/N glances up at the man, feeling the six eyes burning into his figure through the blindfold.

Gojo stays silent for a moment, expression unreadable with his lips drawn into a flat line— it turning up into a small smile after seemingly finding whatever he was looking for.

"I love you."

Y/N blinks in confusion, wondering vaguely if he misheard but ultimately knowing there was no denying it— the words were far too clear; far too confident to be anything other than a confession.

"Oh..." Y/N feels his ears burn as he mumbles the words, unable to muster up anything other than a simple; "Okay."

At his lack of a proper response, the blush only spreads across Y/N's face further, turning his head away to hide the redness.

He should answer, Y/N knows that, but his first response was embarrassing enough that he honestly doesn't trust whatever might come out of his mouth next.

Unfortunately, Gojo didn't seem to agree with his plan.

"'Okay'?" Gojo's grin widens as he leans forward, no doubt seeing the fluster that spread across Y/N's face.

"Y/N~" Gojo chimes, an almost scolding lilt to his voice— as if Y/N were some misbehaving child. "That's not an answer, you know."

"Uh—" Y/N panics, leaning back further as a dizzy feeling spins around in his skull from the sheer closeness of the two— noses nearly touching as Gojo's lips hover inches away from his.

Y/N's breaths come in shallowly, everything feeling all to much and the bastard infront of him wasn't even—

Y/N reaches his hands up towards Gojo's head, simultaneously pulling part of his blindfold up and pushing his head downward— their lips finally connecting.

Y/N glares into dangerously beautiful blue eyes that were gleaming with satisfaction.

His head gets tilted back as a tongue enters his mouth without shame— Y/N not bothering to fight back as he allows the man to continue his ministrations; too content with the feeling of them being so connected.

A breathy whine forces it's way out of Y/N's throat at the rough pressure against the top of his mouth— soon slithering down to move elsewhere as if Gojo was trying to find something hidden inside his mouth.

Gojo pulls away, a lewd string of saliva connecting their lips as Y/N huffs— cheeks burning a bright red as he looks up at the man's smug expression.

Gojo's lips (still wet from their mixed saliva, Y/N realizes absentmindedly) were curled upwards into a lazily grin, crystal-like blue eyes half-lidded as he watches the younger man below him intensely.

"You're such a pervert..." Y/N sighs, turning his head on it's side in another feeble attempt to hide his expression.

"Is that a yes, then?" Gojo asks— his voice annoyingly playful despite their previous actions.

"You— obviously." Y/N grumbles, embarrassed from having to admit even after the heated kiss shared between them.

"Ha~ I'm so glad!" Gojo slumps his body atop Y/N's, earning a strangled yelp from the younger boy.

"Wh— Ugh! Get off me!"

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[the-sinister-story-teller]

He Lied..?

A/n; This is my own Loki fanfiction, I'll put a link to previous chapters below at the end of the post!

Chapter number: 4

 It all went by so fast in your eyes. First, you got hired at Stark Industries. Then, you nearly got hit by some weird green blur, and next thing you knew you were harboring some God Of Mischief with bad daddy issues....Or...Issues in general. Just yesterday you found out he got jealous of Thor due to him flirting with you, despite you insisting he was just being nice. Loki knew Thor like the back of his hand though, and he knew his intentions with you. Though, he wouldn't describe them. That'd be to lewd. You were reading on your couch, after a long day of dealing with the aftermath of the Avengers missions at the tower. You sighed with ease, as on the opposite side of the couch, sat Loki, who was also buried in a book. It was a quiet afternoon, and neither of you minded that. It was soothing and relaxing just silently being in one another's presence. Loki couldn't help but tear his eyes away from his book to glance up at you. You had been in a baggy sweater, shorts, and house slippers. You had a soft smile as you read the book, occasionally snickering to yourself. He quietly hummed to himself, and can't help himself than to admire the beauty before him. You were like an exotic sight to the eye to him. You were beyond gorgeous, not to mention your personality was to die for. You felt his eyes staring at you, and you couldn't hold back your small smirk from this. Everything was so peaceful between you two...That was, until your heads turned to the door, hearing a knock.

     "Who's here at this hour...?" You muttered, standing up, your expression changing to one of skepticism. You made your way to the front door, opening it to see none other than Tony Stark himself. "Oh! Mr Stark! Uh...What are you doing here at this hour?" You asked, tilting your head in mild confusion. 

     "Miss L/N. I know it's late and I'm sure you're exhausted from work," He sympathized, before sighing and continuing, "I've only come to check on how things are with reindeer games. I hope he isn't causing trouble. Plus, I apologize for putting this on you, and the fact that the building process is taking so long." He explained as you hummed in understanding.

      "Right! Uh...Loki is in the living room right now!" You hummed, letting Tony in. From hearing his voice, Loki looked up swiftly, grabbing his original cuffs out his pocket and swiftly putting them, tossing the book to the side. Tony entered, narrowing his eyes at the cuffs, tugging a bit to make sure they were locked, before backing up. 

      "He hasn't been causing trouble, has he?" Tony asked, turning to Y/n with a raised brow in skepticism. You nodded happily. 

      "He has actually been doing the opposite! He's great company to have!" You said, which made Loki look up at you with just as much skepticism as Tony has.

     "That's...Hard to believe Ms L/n." Tony huffed, crossing his arms, his eyes narrowed at Loki, as Loki gave a shit eating smirk in response. 

      "It's true! Believe it or not, he actually made breakfast for me this morning."

      "Exactly Tony, I'm sure you understand? After all, not often you get proved wrong." Loki retorted, leaning back into the arm of the couch, have a wide smirk plastered onto his lips. You giggled quietly at this as Tony shook his head from annoyance.

     "Alright Miss Rainbows and Sunshine." Tony sarcastically joked as you laughed more, "I gotta go. Can't leave Peter and Thor alone." He huffed, leaving abruptly, making you jump a bit. Once he was gone Loki cleared his throat to snatch your attention. 

    "Uh, Y/n? These cuffs won't get off my wrists themselves." He spoke teasingly as you rolled your eyes playfully, undoing the cuffs as he rolled his wrists a bit, lifting the book up again. "I can smell his cologne from the behind the door egh." He groaned a bit, making you snicker as you plopped yourself on the couch, relaxing softly. It didn't take long before you fell asleep in the fetal position, shivering a bit. Loki sighed, taking the blanket perched at the head of the couch, placing it on top of you, smiling softly as you began to stop shivering. The smile soon left his face as he sat down, resting his face in the palms of his hands, groaning quietly. Truth was, he was planning his escape, but because he got attached to you, he was contemplating if he should really do it. You have began to trust him, and he didn't want to break that trust he had formed with you...

     Eventually enough, you woke up, oversleeping your normal alarm. You groaned in annoyance, rushing to get off the couch, and into your room to get dressed. Once you left, in a hurry, you didn't check on Loki. 

      "Bye Loki! I'm in a hurry, so I'll cook dinner tonight! I'll be back soon, have a good day!" You called out, rushing out the house...What you didn't know was that Loki wasn't home at the moment, and in fact left. You arrived to the Avengers tower, sighing softly seeing them rushing around before catching eyes of Steve, suited up. "Sorry I'm late guys, I accidentally fell asleep on my couch and my phone was dead." You explained pitifully, and Steve shook his head.

     "Was Loki with you!?" He snapped making you stammer...You never checked his room so you paused...Did he leave? No...He wouldn't. He promised you that you could trust him! He wouldn't break your trust...Would he? "Y/N!! Where. Is. Loki!?" He shouted, making you hyperventilate, as Peter came running to you, alert of your current state.

     Holding your shoulders gently, he panted, suited up. "Y/n. Do you know where Loki is..?" He quietly muttered to you. 

    "I-I...He...He was in his room in my apartment.." You muttered and Peter nodded, putting his mask on. "W-Wait guys! What's even going on!?"

   "Reindeer games is gone. I knew I shouldn't have left him with you." Tony groaned, his mask shielding his face.

    "It wasn't my fault!" You exclaimed...But you felt guilty. If it weren't for your neglect, he wouldn't have gotten away. But what hurt most, was the fact that...

"He lied to you."

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[purplesurveys]

1806

Are you tired? Are you taking this survey because you can’t sleep?  Not very tired at all even if it's past midnight. I finally feel the calm that's been evading me for a while because 1) I have a long weekend, and 2) I can also finally stop fooling myself about resigning 'soon,' because I did it already a week ago :)

Do you have something important to do?  Not right now but I'll be doing a lot of job hunting in the next few weeks! Also tomorrow morning I'll be heading out to get my car checked because the handbrake icon has been lighting up for a while now and I need to know what's up with that lol.

Do you like Jalapeno Cheetos?  It tastes okay but I'm generally not a fan of packed snacks.

Do you wish you had a new phone?  No but I need to start taking care of my current phone, cos I learned today that the battery capacity left on it is at 77% which is apparently already horrible haha. I'm not in any rush to replace it at least until a year or two from now as it's still a fairly new phone, so it's just a matter of watching out for how much I use it going forward.

Name one thing you ate today?  Instant laksa.

Do you like 80’s music? 60’s music? 90’s music?  I have songs I like from each decade but none of them stand out for me when it comes to music in general.

Do you find rap music annoying? Rap music, and any genre for that matter, is super broad though. There are albums I like but then there are those songs that can get superficial about drugs and sex and have a lot of autotune that just makes me go egh.

What song is stuck in your head?  I'm Fine by BTS because it was the last song I played on Rhythm Hive before closing the game earlier today lol.

Have you ever been to Germany? Never been.

Do you drink coffee in the mornings? I need to, otherwise I'd feel super disoriented and not be able to get as focused at work.

Do you become a fan of lots of things on Facebook?  Not anymore, but I remember how huge that was before. People made pages out of anything and everyone would just be fans of them.

What time do you go to bed on school/work nights? Around midnight or a little past.

Have you ever seen a therapist?  I've never had a session with one, actually. Even though there were many times in the past where I know I should've.

Do you get in trouble at school often?  No. I got scolded once for talking during a class in Grade 4 and from there made it a point to never disrupt again haha.

Do you watch videos on YouTube?  All the time. Even if I don't watch a video per se, I like having YouTube on as background noise/visuals and keep it playing all day long.

Name a song that makes you happy.  These days, Paramore's Escape Route has been giving me all the happy vibes.

Name a song that makes you want to dance. Home by BTS.

Name a song that brings back memories.  Fireflies by Owl City.

Does the song above bring back good or bad memories?  A little bit of both, but mostly good.

What decade do you think is the best musically?  I'd be the worst person to ask this as I never really was an adventurous listener. I also feel like each decade has their own styles and charms when it comes to music so as far as 'musically best' I'd find it hard to tell.

Do you take a long time to get ready in the mornings?  I need around 30-45 minutes to prep before work. That includes taking a shower, making my bed, cleaning my room, playing with the dogs for a few minutes, and making coffee.

Do you wear a lot of makeup?  Does BB cream count? That's really the only thing I apply, and foundation. But yeah in general, the answer is no.

Have you ever written poetry or fiction?  I've dabbled in both but never enjoyed it. I was always one for non-fiction writing.

Do you know how to read music?  Nope. We had drills in music class where we had to read notes and such, but I never retained those and if you quizzed me right now I'd pretty much be clueless.

Do you regularly use a blow dryer?  I don't.

When was the last time you went to church?  Three Sundays ago. The last two I missed because I watched a public Royal Rumble watch party, then had a work event to oversee.

Would you date someone who was a different religion than you?  I wouldn't date anyone who's closely tied to their religion.

What is your best subject in school?  History.

Name something you do nearly everyday.  Use a laptop.

Do you take surveys a lot?  Than the average person, absolutely. Within the community...not nearly as much as I used to. I usually have time to check in only on the weekends now.

Have you ever had sushi?  Yes, it's one of my favorite foods. I literally had sushi at least once every week in January hahaha.

[mageofspacemultiverse]

Children of Solstice Ch. 2 - Out Of Mind

Summary: A close encounter spawns endless squabbling between the two outlaws, but Casitt and Hyanna's journey eventually shows them a golden opportunity.

Word Count: 1,611

Hyanna Kekkel belongs to @memurfevur

Casitt Resshi belongs to me! B)

“Aaoow! Hey, easy, easy!!”

         “Oh my Gog, stop whining and hold still already...”

         Casitt stifled another whine as Hyanna examined his leg without much of a delicate touch. The remnants of the smashed drone were disarrayed next to them, clobbered to pieces. Some small bits of shrapnel had embedded in the skin just above his knee, with one noticeable sliver sticking a bit deeper than the rest.

         “Remind me again why I put up with this?” He hissed and growled, staring as blood sputtered around the shard’s edge. “Everything was-“

         “It was your idea! You’re lucky it didn’t turn you into pupa food.” She gestured with a foot to the razed patch of smoking dirt a few feet away where one of the drones blasts had aimed for.

         “You had to cannonball it, Hyanna? You almost hit me!!”

         “I didn’t almost hit you-”

         “Bullshit, I could feel the wind!”

         “-Hmm. If you keep talking I might actually, though.”

         “Look I was handling it, okay? I was learning how it worked, and besides it wasn’t like we could just leave it zoomin’ around, broadcasting where we are to Sightdog or whatever other- hgggh!”

         His air was frizzier than normal with sweat, and as Hyanna flicked at the embedded metal he stiffened his jaw, thumbing the dull points of his pendant to help ignore the feeling. “You didn’ ha- GHHHH, okay, okay, j-just, rip a fuckin’ piece of my pants off first!” When her face flushed, he couldn’t help but groan and rub his forehead even as the pain made his body tremble. “Stop being a weirdo to the injured. A small strip on the leg, just...tear it off slowly, I’ll use it as a bandage.”

         “This is so getting infected, you know that right?”

         “I’ve dealt with worse, but I- egh- can’t walk around getting freak-metal poisoning.”

         It was clear Hyanna was a bit resilient to tending to his wounds, and he bled bright lime as she worked. Barnum and Bailey panted from a near distance, their muzzles slobbering at the bloody mess, but were still a bit unnerved by the drone’s appearance to try offering their medical expertise.

         “I’m mad at you for wasting the soap too, by the way. Hehehe, I wanted to take a bath when we got to the coast.” She teased after pulling one of the smaller pieces out with a pair of rusty tweezers. The supplies they’d gotten from the last villagers they’d stayed with were scarcely enough – old hardened bars of soap with concerning blue spots and a small urn of dried curative herbs. A pacifistic diamond pair had offered sanctuary, though they’d accepted to Hyanna’s chagrin. It was a nice arrangement for a day or so ‘til some royal Indigo-blood had to come rolling in before they could really get settled, trying to hunt some heads; when she lost her head, they had to get going again.

         “I’m sure they’ll have fuckin’ soap wherever we’re going.” Casitt pouted, swathing his knee in the poor excuse for a wrap before standing with some effort. “It’s been four days of nothin’, but we should be there soon, right?”

"Yeah, map says so."

         None of their maps had panned out to much besides getting far enough away from Sightdog. Charity hives were a no-go, as was anything that needed to be bought. They’d been getting by on dine-and-dashes for the most part, alienating the vast majority of trolls they met along the way. It was an odd lifestyle that they somehow managed to make work, even despite their daily disagreement on just how they should be making it work.

         But their marathons and navigating said they should be coming to some sort of coastal port soon. Casitt had never been to any seafaring locale, but if these water-traveling ships were legitimate, maybe they could sail somewhere else, free from that influence. It was a long shot, but at this point so was everything.

         Hyanna helped him to his feet, and he wobbled and nearly buckled but managed to find some balance. “Oh well. One of these days you’ll listen to me. And when that day comes, maybe I’ll trust you to not get yourself killed, how’s that?”

         “Fine...point taken, no more drone duels.”

Even with his wounds, he tried to hobble back to their cart around the back of a grouping of boulders. Hyanna entertained his pride for a moment, but with a huff of frustration Casitt quickly found himself picked up off the ground by the back of his collar. “Hey! What-“

         “That was too painful to watch, I’m sorry.”

         “Fuck your pain, put me down!” He seethed, which only served to make Hyanna chuckle. “I can walk! I’m not your...bag of beans!”

         “Bag of be- I just dressed your wounds, you’re gonna make them worse, idiot.”

         “Shut! Up! Don’t patronize me chuckle nuts!”

         “Your threats are cute, hehehe. What’re you going to do?”

         “I will bite you," Cassit dangled and he flushed with embarrassment. "I will bite. So hard!!”

         “Heh, fine, you want down?”

         “Yes, I- EHAA??”

         His collision into the back of the cart after she hurled him was certainly disorienting. Too bruised and battered from the fight, Casitt just lay there as Hyanna collected the remains of the drone and brought them to their cart, before the party of four continued on the rocky trail.

         =========

         The afternoon...did not get much better.

         “We seriously followed the wrong map? Are you...kidding me?” Casitt rested his elbow against a thick wooden stick now they used to play ‘fetch’ with the twin hounds. The pain had mostly subsided, but the fatigue had killed everything from his tone except for despair. Hyanna was looking at the piece of paper in question, puzzling through images while he sulked by the stony mouth of some sort of cave network.

         Denial dragged into silence as she deciphered and he grimaced, but eventually even Hyanna’s patience broke and she flung the folded map to the ground. “Hell...I mean...no, we got the right one, but we were looking at the wrong half of it. They weren’t kidding when they said it was five-in-one.”

         “This is why I asked to be our guide, you know-“

         “Please!” She snapped, teething pressing against her lower lips. “We were going backwards towards the Carnival again with you leading. I had a panic attack dude?”

         Casitt rubbed the back of his head. “And again, I’m sorry, but I mean-“

         “But nothing. I trust you a lot, but you’re either a liar or an alien, and you’re definitely stupid.”

         “And you’re a shut-in with no life experience, it’s all even.” Casitt reacted unhelpfully. A fire smoked behind Hyanna’s expression, but uncharacteristically he was quick to acquiesce. “But okay...I take it back. I’m sorry.”

         The Carnival...he could see she was trying to not blink back tears, and it tugged at his heart. Sightdog’d had her by the neck when he stormed into that room, covered in purple blood from head to toe. Tried to blackmail him, and Casitt had seen the pain and defeat in her eyes. Years of abuse, years of...nothing but blood on her hands...he was crestfallen now sure, but he couldn’t help feeling guilty about even scaring her slightly at the thought of being back there.

Adjusting his position and crossing his arms, he glanced again to the cave. “So...do you know where we are, though?”

         “Not really. Map says there’s some ghost towns north and southwest of here. Exxogino and Kirithra. Old mining towns.”

         “Sure looks like the hole they crawled out of,” Casitt mumbled to himself, before he caught Hyanna staring for an explanation and he just shrugged. “Sorry, mumbling. So this is some...unmapped giant hole-“

         “I HEAR YE-{! WHOSE OUT THERE TRYNA TAKE A CUT -{?? COME OUT-{!”

         The dogs began to bark, and Hyanna got to her feet as two tall, burly trolls emerged from the darkness like comets in the night sky, both wearing head-lamps and juggling two large backs on both shoulders. The one who spoke, spittle flying onto the rocks he clambered over, was garbed in bright violet overalls adorned with some telltale symbol and enough piercings in his face to make a bracelet out of that took the attention of his garish multicolour mohawk. The other man looked to be olive of some sort, with an extra eye on the side of his neck and a club strapped to his back.

         Casitt, though, was drawn to the sight of something far more intimidating, far more captivating. A glimmer, an opalescent twinkle in the bulging pocket of both of them. Small crystals of cerulean blue embedded into a pocket of grey stone. He didn’t know the exact type, but he’d been ever fascinated by the prospect of holding them in his hands. Gemstones...there were gemstones in this mine?

         “Are you...are you seeing what I’m seeing, H?”

         “...I am, Cass.” He smirked despite himself, knowing the conflict on her face without looking. The two quickly zipped in the direction of the dogs, behind cover of another boulder.

         “And...are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

         “Hmhm...I don't know. Your leg’s still banged up, maybe we can try talking to them? Negotiating? Kind of getting sick of every encounter getting violent.”

         “Aren’t sea-dwellers like...all pompous pricks? Thought that’s what you said? C’mon, we need the money, and they have weapons!” The barking of the dogs and the sounds of some aggravated yells and whines escalated the feeling. “C’mon...Mutt and Other Mutt are gonna need us.”

         “Please, they aren’t touching our boys. Now, just listen to me for once and rest your freakin’ leg! I’ll take care of ‘em-”

         “Nah, not a chance.”

         She sighed. “...Yeah. I know...hehehe, well, don’t be too slow then.”

         Hyanna obligingly grinned, and in sync they raced over the stones towards the continued sounds of panicked shouts. Sure, they hadn’t found any ocean, but there were still thrills to be had. For better or for worse, they’d find a way.

[itsthestutterforme]

No Choice (Divergent)

Characters: Four x reader, Eric x reader

Summary: Four and Y/N were about to be engaged when she decided to call it off. Four won't stop at anything to understand why.

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Tris and her friends sat next to Four, who was minding his business until he saw Y/N laughing about something your friend said. Four always found her laugh therapeutic, like listening to your favorite slow song on repeat as you watch the snow fall on a cold winter day.

Four and yoy were in a serious relationship since they initiated together and you made him feel something that he never felt before.

He felt loved and he felt like he was important to someone. And after all that, you broke up with him a week after he asked you to marry him. You couldn't bring herself to tell him why because you knew how he would react. You are dauntless born and belongs to one of the richest families in Dauntless history.

Your father was furious when he found out that you fell for a Stiff. He made sure you knew that, but you wouldn't budge. That was, until he threatened to send all of his hit men on Four. You knew hated how ruthless your father and his hit men can be, so you gave up.

You stand from the table with you tray and walked down to the dish collection station. On the way, you felt a pair of eyes on you and slowly scanned the cafeteria until you saw Four. Your heart stopped in your chest, making your body run cold as you two locked eyes.

You held eye contact for a few more moments before you left his gaze and walked away. "What's up with those Four and Y/N?" Tris whispers to Christina. "I can still hear you, and it's none of your business." Four drinks the rest of his water before standing from the table and leaving.

All you and Four would do is steal glances from one another. They both worked in intelligence but you are grateful that Four assists Eric with the first two weeks of initiation. You stopped by the training room to get a peek at the new initiates.

"Well look who it is," Eric announces, making everyone stop what they are doing and look at Y/N, including Four.

"These are the new initiates, huh?" Eric nods. "Who's the top of the class?" You sayna loud. "That'll be me," Peter says, raising his hand. "Egh, that's not saying much, is it?" You say, making Eric and some initiates laugh.

"No one told you to stop what you're doing," you snap and everyone resumed back to their take down techniques. Four was in the middle of helping Tris with her leg positioning by twisting her hips.

You noticed and heat built up in your chest. You makes your way towards Eric who is smirking at you with his arms crossed over his chest.

"What's bring me this pleasure?" Eric asks. "Curiousity. This bunch looks.." "Questionable, I know." Eric finishes. "You know that dude, reminds me of you." "Thanks, sweetheart," "Watch it," You warn, making Eric's smirk widen. "And it's not a compliment," you add.

"You want a piece?" "If I do, you owe me a meal because I'm on my lunch break right now." You negotiate says, pulling your Y/H/C, Y/H/T hair into a ponytail. "Deal," "I'll do it," Four says, standing next to Eric. "Aw, even after you dumped him, he's still looking after you." Eric snarks.

"Well at least he can keep someone longer than a night, which really speaks about your performance, doesn't it?" You snarks, making some close by initiates chuckle. Eric sends them a glare and they freeze in fear. "But I think they can learn more from me and Four than me and you," you tell Eric.

"Y/N," Four starts. "Come on, it'll be like old times. But I won't go easy on you," "I don't want to hurt you," Four says. "You won't if you keep it a friendly competition," you pull off your sweater, revealing your black sports bra and tattoos sitting proudly on your hips. Four loved kissing those tattoos.

Four eyes scans your body for a moment before rolling up his sleeves. "Alright, let's do it." "Look alive everyone, you're about the witness a pretty damn good fight. Pay close attention and learn from it." Eric announces. You and Four walk on to the ring and stand on both sides of the square.

You both get into your stances and Four makes the first move. You dodge the first two punches he made and launches a side kick to his abdomen. He stumbles back and smiles at you. He missed this. He missed you. He decides to get into your personal space and overwhelm you with hook and straight punches.

You blocks as much as you could but you took two hits to your jaw. You jump back and kicks his side with a roundhouse kick. A moment after you land, you glide your left leg across on the floor and trips him. "Whoah, how did she do that?" "They didn't teach us that." The initiates talk among themselves but couldn't tear eyes away from the fight.

You were on the ground now and tried to put Four into a choke hold. Four knew it was coming so he made sure to put his arms up close to his head to you couldn't get a grip on his throat. He pulled your legs open and attempted to choke you out with his forearms. You slammed your fists on the crooks of his elbows to break his grip.

When he does, you traps one of his legs with yours and thrusts your hips so he would fall on his back next to you. You used your forearms to jump to your feet and gave Four a hand to get up. He gets up and turns you around so your back hits his chest. He wraps an arm around your neck but you ducks your chin into your own chest.

You hold onto his arm and jumps up to use your momentum to throw him over you. You grabbed his arm and pressed your knee into his solar plexus. "Hi," you whisper. "Hey." They looked into each other eyes and you add," "That's all you get to see today, guys. Practice what you learned from the fight, you're going to need it."

"You heard her. Keep practicing," Eric commands. They both stand from the ground and Four says, "You need to go to the infermery," "Oh come on, I've dealt with worse." You say as you put on your sweater. "Y/N," Four looks at your with his eyes laced with pure concern. "You didn't hurt me. I'm okay." "We need to talk," he says lowly.

"My place after dinner," you say. Four walks away and you sigh. "I didn't reignite a flame, did I?" "You wish, play boy," you says before pulling your hair back.

Later that night, Four walks into your apartment. You was in the middle of making tea when you heard Four say, "Why did you do it?" "It's best if you don't know," "Clearly, that's not the case here." "It won't give anybody any closure," you say, turning around and pressing your back into the counter.

"Why did you spend three years gaining my trust and making me fall for you so you can just drop me like I was nothing!" He snaps, making you wince. "Four, I never meant-" "Tell me," he says more calmly. You cross your arms and narrow your eyes as Theo steps closer to you.

He leans his body against the wall and lean his arm above his head. Your eyes graze over the exposed skin below his shirt. His dark, raven eyes burrowed into yours. "My Dad threatened to put his hitmen on you if I went through with the marriage," you explain.

"Typical Y/F/N," Four says, clenching his jaw as he looks out the window. "He always gets what he wants. It's sickening." You say, your skin crawling with disgust. "Who did he set you up with?" "Some cousin of Max,"

"Did you meet him yet?" "I'm suppose to have dinner with him tomorrow night, but.." Your tongue darts across your lips for moisture.

"Don't go," "I have to, Four," "No, you don't. You're all I have, Y/N. And I'm not going to let you marry some random prick you barely know." "That's not worth your life!" "That's not your call!" "You can be so damn stubborn, I swear to God." "Yeah? Well right back at you,"

He walks up to you and you hold in a breath. He hands trail from your jawline to your arms and stops at your hips. He leans his forehead against yours and his breathing became jagged. "I know that I hurt you deep, and I'm sorry." You hold the back of his head and press a warm kiss on his lips.

His hand slide behind your thighs and lift you on the counter before burying his face into your neck. He wraps his arms around your torso as he pulls you closer. You slide your hands under his arms and rest your face on his shoulder.

"There's no one in this world that can hurt me like you can, Y/N." he croaks. "I thought that it was for the best. Your life matters to me more than anything else." You say as he rubs circles on the back of his neck. "My life doesn't matter unless you're in it." He pulls away from you just enough to see your face.

You brush away the tears from his cheeks and peck kisses all over his face. "What are we going to do about Y/F/N?" You ask. "I'm not leaving. I don't care if I die." "If you die, then I guess I'm dying with you." His lips tugs into a small smile as he tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear.

And in that moment, you had the greatest idea you've had in a long time. His eyes soften and he asked, "What is it?" "What do you say about knocking some hit men off the board?" You ask. "When do we start?"

[thr-333]

Drastic Measures- Part 12

@daminette-december2019-2020

~Soul Mate~

I would like to point out that in my plan for this chapter i wrote ‘magic beam pew pew’ I take my work very seriously.

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“Were you like this for me?” Adrien pokes her with his foot.

“Worse believe it or not,” Marinette stares dreamily at the snowglobe, as she had been for the last hour.

“Terrifying," Adrien leans over her, teasing her, "You go it baaadd~”

“Adrien!” She pushes him away, blush taking over her face, “Plagg says something about cheese, not boys!”

“There’s an Akuma,” Plagg says deadpan, not what she was looking for but it will do.

“Saved by the moth,” Adrien jokes, opening the window.

“And they’re about to be saved by the bug,”

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 “I hate love Akuma,” Ladybug laments at the man heartbroken and sobbing, making it everyone else's problem.

“At least this one isn’t brainwashing anyone, maybe we should let it run around for a bit, let some people find their other half?” Ladybug sends Chat a death glare, “... orrr we could do our job and you stop glaring at me like that, that works too,”

“Ladybug,” Batman lands behind her, Ladybug can just feel her irritation rise.

“If you say what I think you’re going to say I am not helping,” She stares him down, completely serious. She. Is. Done.

“You’re a distraction, you need to leave-” That. Is. It.

“Chat make some popcorn we’ve got a show to watch,” Ladybug turns around, plopping herself on the edge of the building.

“Just couldn't help yourself could you?” Chat Noir asks Batman before joining her.

“You-”

“I’ll help when you apologize,” Ladybug cuts him off. Batman glares down at them for a few minutes before leaving to help the chaos below.

“Sooo, soul mates? do those actually exist?” Chat asks, the Akuma apparently trying to find their's as whoever they hit would have a line leading them to their soulmate. Meaning everyone hit was freaking out.

“Master Fu said they did, but I don’t think it's necessarily a romantic connection,” Below people with their act together are chasing after the lines while the Akuma wails they haven't found theirs yet.

“No?” The Akuma isn’t attacking anyone per se, just throwing the Bat pack back when they get too close.

“He said a soul mate was like a balance someone who is your opposite but also complementary,” Ladybug explains, “You balance each other out, strengthening each other,”

“Like us?” Chat grins, in the past it would have been an opportunity to flirt not anymore.

“Ideally, but Master Fu told me we weren't soulmates, that the balance was off, that's probably why this has been so difficult,” They might have been able to defeat Hawkmoth by now if they were.

“We still get along,” Chat looks wounded, Ladybug snapping back from her thoughts.

“Of course we do,” She quickly redeems, “Honestly I can’t picture a better partner,”

“Not even-”

“Finish that thought and I’ll throw you right off the roof,” Marinette glares knowing exactly where that's going.

“Fine, fine,” Chat surrenders, focusing again on the chaos below, “So what happens if you don’t find your soul mate?”

“Nothing usually, lots of people don't, as long as they're out there somewhere in the universe you’re at balance,” Ladybug still feels bad for the careless implication earlier, “Lucky Charm,”

“If they’re not?” Chat asks catching the Lucky Charm, a bucket of popcorn just their luck.

“If they’re gone they lose that balance, people can get a little unstable, traits becoming more extreme,” Ladybug munches on the popcorn with chat, “For a lot of people it’s not noticeable besides a mood swing but if you had a strong connection then the effects can be more drastic,”

“Think that happened Hawkmoth?” He says idly watching as a couple gets hit and their lines don't lead to each other.

“Maybe,” She hums as they start yelling at each other for cheating.

“Egh, Hawkmoth in a relationship? imagine if he had a child?” They both make a face, “They’d probably be a dick,”

“What?” Nightwing calls, trying to break up the fighting couple.

“Huh?” 

“Nevermind!” Nightwing says quickly, getting hit over the head with a purse.

“Again, soulmates aren't inherently romantic,” Should probably tell the couple down there that, “But having someone that balances you perfectly can lead to romance,”

“Or a killer friendship,” Robin runs in to help break up the fight. It’s getting busy people apparently learning about the Akuma's power and now the Bats are mainly busy with crowd control.

“We don’t need to be soul mates to have that,” Ladybug smiles, stealing the popcorn.

“Pound it,” They say at the same time, falling into comfortable silence at the show below.

“Think we should help?” Chat asks eventually the streets crowded, the bats fruitlessly trying to keep people away from the dangerous Akuma.

“Have I gotten an apology?” Ladybug asks, feeling some satisfaction as a lady slaps Batman. Alright, a lot of satisfaction.

“Robin’s struggling,” And he really was trying to drag a hysterical teen away from the Akuma.

“Eh, he tried to stab me, call this payback,” And it looked like the teen wanted to stab him.

“Damn try to stab you find out who your soulmate is?” Chat whistles as the Akuma tries to hit Robin, “You drive a tough ship Milady,”

“Seriously Chat, edge of the building, can push you right off,”

“But you wo- AH!” 

“Oh, but I will,”

She swings her legs. Chat catches himself as she knew he would and joins her back on the rooftop. Ladybug munches on the popcorn watching as Robin tries to avoid the beam while keeping people back.

It’s fun until it has consequences.

Robin gets hit, which would be all well and good if the line appearing wasn't connected directly to her. Robin looks up the line, finding a frozen Ladybug looking below.

“... Well Milady,” Chat gives an awkward thumbs up, “Good for you,”

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 “He might not be your real soulmate,” Adrien pats her back, Marinette's head buried into the pillows, “It was an Akuma's magic,”

“An Akuma is from miraculous magic,” Marinette complains, muffled into the pillows, “If there's one thing in the universe that can recognize soul mates it’s miraculous,”

“Alright let's calm down,” Adrien pushes her over so she is staring up at the ceiling, “You said soul mates don't have to be romantic, so really this doesn't change anything,”

“But Robin?” Marinette sits up cringing.

“Do you really hate him that much?” Adrien asks genuinely, Marinette flops back onto the bed.

“Ugh, no, I don’t hate him at all, mad at him sure, generally annoyed yes, but not hate,” She takes the snowglobe Damian brought her, looking at it sadly, “I just… can’t see why he is,”

“Could have been worse,” Adrien's tone turns lighter, obviously he’s about to try and cheer her up, keyword try, “What if your soul mate was Lila- AH!”

“You need to stop standing on ledges when you annoy me,” Marinette looks at him dispassionately as Adrien is sprawled over the floor.

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 She’s my soul mate! Ladybug is my soul mate

A cautious skeptical part of his mind warns that might not be right. It was a villain's magic, they could have been trying to manipulate them, it may be random or not accurate. Still, all of that depended on soul mates actually existing in the first place. But none of it mattered as Damian was practically giddy at the revelation.

He flops back on his bed staring dreamily at the ceiling. And yet still something nags at him. Not caution over being lied to or manipulated. It’s a feeling of loss. And he can’t figure out where it’s coming from.

Damian sighs in annoyance turning over to face his desk. He might as well get some work done. He freezes. Draped on the chair is the sweater Marinette made him. The feeling claws uncomfortably at his chest, worsening until he is forced to turn away.

Ladybug is my soul mate

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 “Hey does anyone know why Bruce is having a heart attack,” Jason walks into the cave, throwing his helmet to the side, “And follow up, who caused it? I’d like to personally thank them,”

“Jason!” Dick chides, still hovering around a catatonic Bruce.

“It was me? I wasn't even in town,” Jason whistles, “I have to pat  myself on the back for that one usually it takes a lot more effort,”

“It’s not you, it’s Damian,” Dick rolls his eyes, leaving the unresponsive Batman.

“What did demon spawn do?”

“He’s going to marry Ladybug!” Dick whisper shouts, excitement practically radiating off him.

“... how long was I gone for?” Jason asks, “I was gone for three days, did Gotham get stuck in some time paradox no one bothered to mention?”

Did the demon spawn really propose? Honestly, it wouldn't have been the craziest thing their family has done, actually, it would be borderline sane in comparison.

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[warriorteam1924]

Something to remember me by

Joe Mazzello & John Deacon

Author note : Hi my beauties !! Here we go again for DeazzelloWeek 2020, hosted by the kind @roger-taylors-car. For this sixth day I’m trying to fit the prompt​​  'Time Travel’. Perso, this one is my fave. I’ve really enjoyed writing it. So I hope you enjoy as well. Thanks in advance for the feedback and sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language.

Summary : Time flies. Literally....

Word Count: 3,578 Words

Warnings: None. Just fiction around here 

Permanent taglist : @anotheronebitesthedick, @reavenedges-lies​​, @thosequeenboys​​, @orionis8689​​, @roger-taylors-car​

New York City, 2008

 Joe Mazzello was wandering in the streets, drinking his coffee, without milk of course, letting his legs guide him in the City that never sleeps. He was trying to lead his minds to happy thoughts. Last time he was actually shooting for his last movie was in 2005. He sighed a little. Really, there was nothing to complain about, he had been acting since he was a little boy and financially speaking, he could still afford a fancy living. But still. He loved his job. Being behind the camera was really cool as well, but portraying someone, anyone, was something that actually animated him. His friends often made fun of him when he would say ‘I was born to do it’, but this was truly how he felt.

 The streets of Manhattan were quite agitated that day, so he decided carry on his walk in Central Park. It was still a bit cold but the fresh air and the surrounding trees would only do good to him. And to his current mood. This was what he really loved about Big Apple. The fact one could find anything there. A little world inside the world as he liked to say. A melting pot, where you could find anything you needed, at any time, the City that never sleeps, with big spots like Time Square, but also a more peaceful side, with natural places such as Central Parc obviously. Joe also thought about Roosevelt Island, where he loved to seat in from of the skyline of Manhattan. He thought about getting back there really soon, this was also such a really nice place.

 He carried on walking a little and spotted a bench where he planned to sit and merely look around, enjoying the quietness of the moment. The lake facing him was peaceful and the ducks were happily putting their heads under the water and cleaning their feathers. Joe noticed a man was taking pictures. His camera seemed quite big, maybe he was a professional or something. It was not rare to see people immortalize such cute scenes.

 Joe was still staring at the man when he frowned a little. In fact, it was a little weird. The man seemed quite young, maybe around his own age. He had long wavy hair and was wearing a mere vest and blue jeans, but also platform boots. Joe was not someone to judge, anyone, especially in New York City, could put on the clothes they wished to wear. But the fact was the man seemed to be out of time.

 Joe was naturally very curious and could not help but stand up and come closer to the mysterious man, pretending he was carrying on his walk. The man looked at him and smiled as he got closer to him.

 “These ducks are cute.”, the long haired man suddenly said, still smiling.

 “They are yes.”, Joe replied as he stood next to the man, looking at the ducks as well.

 “I’m sorry. I’m usually quite shy, but I thought I might start the conversation....”, the man carried on, looking at his feet.

 “It’s okay, don’t worry. Egh.... Is everything okay?”, Joe awkwardly asked.

 “Not really.”, the man almost apologized. “I would like to ask you something but you’re going to make fun of me, I’m quite sure of it....”, the man affirmed.

 “Well, go ahead, and we will see.”, Joe tried to reassure him.

 “What year is it?”

 “What year?”, Joe repeated, quite puzzled.

 “Yes, I know this is weird, but I would like to be sure.”

 “Well, we are in 2008, as far as I know.”, Joe tried to joke a little.

 “2008!”, the man repeated, incredulous. This time he looked at Joe directly in the eyes and the latter could see the man was not faking, nor did he seem to be out of his mind. He merely looked puzzled, maybe a bit worried and anxious. Joe could see he was thinking, trying to figure something out.

 “Is everything okay, mate?”, Joe questioned him, because he had been silent for a good whole minute, lost in his thoughts.

 “Not really.”, the man said no with his face. “I have no idea what I’m doing here.”. The wind blew a little and the man shivered.

 “I’m Joe. Joe Mazzello. The kid from Jurassic Parc.”, Joe tried again to appease the atmosphere.

 “I have no idea what this means, but Joe it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m John Deacon, bassist for the band Queen.”

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 The electrical kettle stopped by itself with a little ‘ding’, letting Joe know the water was boiling. John was sited at the kitchen table, looking at all the electronic things surrounding him. As he had studied electrical engineering, all of this was fascinating to him. Joe served tea, and sat in front on him, trying to remain calm. He had no idea why but he had merely followed his instinct and had asked the man if he wanted to come to his apartment to talk a little more. It sounded crazy, as the stranger could be a very dangerous serial killer, but Joe could feel in his guts the man needed help. It was as if destiny had put him on his path that very day.

 “So. Tell me again what had happened. I’m not sure I understood.”, Joe asked. The man took a sip of tea and licked his lips.

 “Hum, this is good, thank you.”, he started to say, putting his cup on the table. “Yesterday, I was in Japan with my band, Queen. I’m bassist for the band. And we were visiting before giving our gig. I love Japan. Last time I’ve been there, I did not enjoy fully because my wife was expecting. Our first. I was nervous, but I tried to take as many pictures as I could for them to see.”, John carried on, showing his camera.

 “Yeah, yeah. Facts, please. You’re a member of Queen and you come from Japan.”

 “That’s right, I’m John Richard Deacon, and I was born on August 19th, 1951. I’m bassist from Queen. Yesterday, it was 1976 and I was in Japan. Today, it’s 2008, I’m in New York City it seems, and I have no clue what is going on.”, John tried to be clear.

 Joe looked at him and sighed as he passed his hands in his hair. How could this man in front of him pretend he had been travelling in time. And how could he be sure he was indeed the man he was saying he was? Joe looked around him, thinking as John was quietly sipping his tea.

 “Stay here, just one minute. I’m coming back in a moment.”, Joe warned him as he stood up to go in the living room and John nodded.

 His computer was on and the internet was working. This would be the easiest way to find out the truth. Joe quickly opened a random browser and searched ‘Queen’. Several picture of the group appeared but he tried to focus on the band members he actually did not know. Freddie Mercury was the one with the moustache, obviously. According to the legend of the picture, the curly haired man was Brian  May, the guitarist. The blond, and quite handsome, Joe had to admit, was the drummer. Last name. John Deacon, bassist for Queen. Yet, the picture’s date was from the mid 80’s it seemed. The long haired man in his kitchen looked nothing like the permed one on the picture he had opened. Joe remembered what John had told him. ‘Yesterday was 1976 in Japan.’ So he opened a new page and searched more precisely : ‘John Deacon, 1976.’ The images started to show and Joe understood he did not have to search more precisely with the word ‘Japan’. The picture in the browser were clear enough. The man in his kitchen was indeed John Richard Deacon, but from 1976. This was a total nonsense.

 “Oh, is this a computer?”, Joe heard him say behind him, making him startle. “I’ve studied electrical engineering, this looks interesting.”, he carried on as he came closer.

 Joe was obviously no Queen expert but he was aware lead singer Freddie Mercury had died in the early 1990’s. John should not know this information. Thus, Joe decided to close all the windows and turned to him, anxiously smiling.  

 “Yes this is a computer, but it would be too long to explain how it actually works. So.... I have no idea how this had happened, but you’re John Deacon. No doubt about it. And you look like you’re coming from the 70’s.”, Joe tried to summarize.

 “1976.”, John specified.

 “Yeah, 1976.”, Joe repeated, trying to remain calm. “This must be a dream.... Some kind of fantasy.”

 “Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?”, John tried to appease the atmosphere, even if deep inside he was certainly as scared as his host.

 “What?”

 “These are from Bohemian Rhapsody. From our album a Night at the Opera.”, the bassist precised. “Seems our song did not became a hit after all....”, he sighed.

 “Well. I guess I can’t really tell you this kind of information, can I? It would modify some things about your future. About the future at all I guess.”, Joe shrugged.

 “You must be right. But I still can’t understand why I’m here. I mean, there must be some reason....”, John pointed out.

 Joe looked at him, not knowing what to say. Yes, he had agreed to help him, but he was not magician nor some psychic. How could he know why John had ended up here and there? He remained silent, completely lost in his thoughts.

 “Erh.... I don’t know, are we related or something?”, John asked.

 “What? No, of course not !!”, Joe hastily replied, but immediately regretted talking to the bassist this way. He was certainly as lost as he was at this very moment. “I mean, I don’t think so....”, he carried, almost apologizing. “Sorry, it’s just this situation is very unlikely and I’m a bit nervous.”

 “And I’m totally terrified.”, John very surprisingly very calmly said. “My wife and my kid are in England, I guess. I was already stressed to let them alone. Now, I’m in God knows what future, stuck with someone I don’t even know, with no idea on how to go back.”, he said,  his voice trembling a little this time.

 “You seem really young to have a kid.”, Joe tried to make him speak about his family, hoping it would calm him down a little. Well, he was hoping to think about something else as well.

 “I’m 25.”, John replied, sitting on the couch.

 Joe frowned. “I’m 25 too.”, he pointed out. “Maybe this is our first clue.”, he came to sit next to him. “Keep talking to me about you, John, about your family, about Queen, about Japan. Maybe I’ll think of something.”

 John raised his eyebrow but nodded. He explained his life to Joe, who tried to engrave the elements the bassist was giving him, hoping this messy puzzle would become a clear image in his mind. Yet, the musician was talking and talking, tenderly when it was about his wife and his son, passionately about Queen and his music, inspired about Japan. Joe was not particularly fond of rock and roll and the band’s music, even if he knew some of their biggest hits, but it was a real pleasure to listen to John. His nosy voice and his British accent, the way he was standing on the couch, shyly smiling while talking, Joe could not help but have a good feeling about him. And eventually, dream or not, he was glad this was happening to him, even if he still had no clue on how and why this had occurred.

 At the end of the afternoon, John stomach started to make strong noises and Joe realized he had not even offered him something to eat. He stood up and phoned the Japanese restaurant at the corner of the street to be delivered some specialties from the country of the rising sun. Very soon, a man rang at the door and the food was served on the coffee table in front of the couch.

 John was delighted. He really loved Japan and to have food delivered was some kind of a science fiction movie to him, but again, he tried not to think about it. Inside the boxes was a tiny origami bird. He handed it to John.

 “I know it does not come directly from Japan, but maybe Robert will love it.”, he shrugged.

 “This is very thoughtful, thank you.”, John replied as he took it and put in inside the note book he always had with him. “I’m sure he will love it, when he will be older.”

 “Yeah, sure.”, the actor carried on, awkwardly passing his hand in his hair. “I’m sorry, John, really.”

 “Sorry? Why?”, John asked.

 “Sorry about all of this. I mean, you’re here and I don’t even know what to do. Maybe we will find something tomorrow, after we’ve slept a little. The day has been quite long and full of emotions.”, Joe stated.

 “Sounds like a plan to me.”, John agreed.

 Joe stood up to tidy up the dishes and the bassist followed him to help. Back in the kitchen, John looked around him again. All of this was so weird, all those machines, he wondered how they worked. Joe was loading his dishwasher and John smiled. Around his neck, his camera was still hanging. He looked at it and noticed there was one slot left before the end of the roll. He tried to place himself properly, holding the camera before him, trying to have Joe in his shot.

 “Joe?”, he asked.

 “Yup”, the other replied and suddenly closed his eyes because of the flash. He heard the roll make a weird noise inside the camera.

 “It was the last one.”, John said, looking at his camera. “I hope it will be nice.”

 Again, Joe did not know what to reply. They headed back to the living room, where the actor gave the musician extra sheets for him to sleep, or at least try, on the couch.

 “I will be in my bedroom. Just call me if there is anything wrong or if you need anything.”, Joe told him, trying not to yawn.

 “I will. Thank you, Joe. I would certainly still be totally lost without you.”, John replied.

 “Ah, don’t you worry. We will think of something tomorrow, for sure.”, he said, as they both went to bed.

 The following morning, when Joe opened his eyes, he had almost forgotten the stranger was still in his living room. He quickly got dressed and headed to the corridor, ready to face this new day and ready to find a solution for John. Yet, when he entered the room, it was all quiet. The sheets were still on the couch, but the musician was nowhere to be found. Joe called him and search his apartment but the man had merely vanished. Joe came back to sit in front the coffee table where they had diner the previous night. The situation was getting even weirder. John would certainly not have gone without a word. Or maybe he had not been given the choice? Or maybe it had all happened in his mind?

 Joe noticed another origami on the table, slightly bigger than the one he had found in one of the food boxes. He took it and laughed a little. The animal looked like an dinosaure, or maybe some creature like Godzilla. At the bottom, in a tiny handwriting was noted ‘Something to remember me by’.

 Maybe it had not all happened in his mind after all.

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 London, 2018.

 Joe Mazzello was hanging around in the set of the movie Bohemian Rhapsody. He had been picked to portray the bassist from Queen in the biopic about lead singer Freddie Mercury. In fact, the actor had been really convincing during the auditions. His knowledge about Queen and more precisely about John Deacon had really impressed.

 Joe had never mentioned it, but it had not been necessary for him to look up for much information about the bassist on the Internet. John and him had had a very long afternoon chatting together. Yet, the actor, still fearing he had dreamed it all, had never tried to get in touch with the musician. And he knew he was now retired, only willing to have a peaceful life with his family.

 Yet, Joe could not help but ask Brian May and Roger Taylor, quite active on the set, if John was going to appear at some point. The answer was always the same though. And the end of the filming was getting closer and closer. But Joe understood it. He was aware losing his dad when a teen and losing his best friend because of Aids had certainly been very hard situations to handle.

 Eventually, this was it. This was the end of the filming. Joe perfectly knew this feeling. He had been acting since forever it seemed. But with Bohemian Rhapsody, it was different. He now had the feeling he could really understand what they meant when they say ‘we are a family’ in the movie. He felt this way with his now friends but also co-stars. Rami, Lucy, Gwilym and of course Ben. All of them had become really close. Joe knew actors usually parted at the end of a filming, the feeling of sadness fading after a while, people checking on each other less and less regularly after a few weeks, but he knew this time, it was different. Joe could not explain it, but he knew those people were now real friends.

 On the very last day, as they were all together having a nice time, merely snacking and randomly talking, Brian came closer to Joe and handed him an envelope. Joe frowned a little but a smile appeared on his lips when the guitarist whispered in his ear :

 “This is from Deaky.”

 Joe hastily opened the envelope and unfolded the letter to read it at once.

 ‘Dear Joe,

 I’ve been thinking about this letter for quite a while, I must admit. But what would I say? How could I start? How?

 We both were 25 when we first met. I, too, thought I was completely mad when I woke up in a hotel room bed in Japan, back in 1976. But a few days later, I understood it was not the case at all.

 First, when I opened my note book, I found a little origami bird. This was your present for my son, Robert. I think he still has it. It was a gift from you, a friend who lend me a hand when I was lost.

 Second, the last slot from my roll. What was my surprise when I looked at all the pictures I had taken. All wonderful memories from Japan, its superbe nature, its typical buildings, the people I had met, the traditions I had tried to immortalize, but also ducks in a park. And you. You and I. In your kitchen, back (or forwards? I’m not even sure myself) in 2008. 10 years ago for us now.

 I think I know now why something happened that day. You and I were meant to meet. Destiny had decided to take my best friend way too soon, but when Bri and Rog told me about the movie, I thought of you at once. The kid from Jurassic Park. Back then, when we were in Central Park, it had made no sense for me. But when the movie came out in theaters I recognized you of course. And when my band mates came to me to speak about the actors who could portray my person, this was the expression I used, because I wanted no one else but you, kid. And they perfectly knew why, as I told them our very story a long time ago.

 Today, I’ve found my balance with my family and my retirement. Bri and Rog perfectly understand it, and I hope you do too, this is why I won’t come on the set. But I’m sure you and your partners have made an excellent work and that Queen’s music still has many years of success ahead.

 I hope nothing but the best for you, kid. And maybe we will meet again, who knows?

 Friendly yours,

 JR Deacon

 PS : I’ve left something in the envelope, just in case you would need some evidence of our meeting.’

 Joe finished reading and laughed. He looked more carefully in the envelop and something fell on the floor. He took it back and tears came to his eyes. This was the very last picture John had taken with this very roll in 2008. Joe and him were in his New York City’s kitchen, right after he had finished loaded the dishwasher. The two young men were clearly visible on the picture.

 “Oh my gosh.”, he eventually said.

 “What it is, buddy?”, Ben asked, a little concerned by the several emotions Joe had been showing.

 “This is quite a long and strange story, to be honest.”, Joe started to say.

 “39’, here we go again.”, Roger joked as he sat back on his chair to listen to the actor.

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Littlest Winchester - Part 2

[this gif makes me laugh]

Part 2 – Typhoid Mary

Summary: Sapphire is sick while her dad and uncle are out on a hunt. She thinks she’s well enough to help find Jack.

Warnings: sick OC reader, puking, tooth rotting fluff.

a/n: Reader/Sapphire: 11 years old; Set during Season: 13

a/n #2: Figured I’d write a fluffy fic for Jen @supernatural-jackles​ one of my favorite fan fic authors on this platform, and one of a few who have inspired me to write, hopefully this helps put a smile on your face and feel all warm and fuzzy. :3

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When she woke up, it was later than usual. But Dean and Sam left a note for her for when she did wake up.

Hey Blue,

Uncle Sammy and I are helping Cas on a case that might involve Jack. If you could look up some stuff on the case that would be much appreciated. Sam left you his laptop in the library.

Call me if you find anything. Love you Princess.

- Dad

She could feel pressure in her head, her nose stuffy and runny, her eyes even itched a bit. They felt watery. And she had a pretty nasty cough. But she felt fine enough to sit and chill out at the computer all day to help her dad on the case.

She made herself a hot chocolate, warming up some milk, tossing in some marshmallows. She went into the library ready to go.

-

The case was a bust, no sign of Jack. Cas left to see if Heaven could help. Sam and Dean rented out a motel for the night, ready to leave for the bunker in the morning.

Her coughing fits got worse as the day progressed. Her headache got to the point it has made her cry. A constant fill in pressure, her eyes felt like they were gonna explode and if she couldn’t smell a thing. Her stomach decided to add to the torment and not agree with her, period.

Her stomach did a flip after said coughing fit. She leapt from her seat running for the nearest bathroom. Only to make it to the trashcan in the kitchen. Puking whatever contents in her stomach there was. Brushing it aside, she not only brought the trashcan with her, she headed back to the library, sat at Sam’s laptop and got back at it.

Sam had gone to bed early, Dean was looking at cases involving Jack. And then his phone rang. It was Sapphire.

“Hey Blue, found anything?” Dean asked.

“No, nothing.” She said. Her voice sounding rough, and clearly sick.

“You sound awful, you okay?” Dean asked.

“It’s just a cold, I’m fine, I’ll live.” She said.

“Don’t lie to me baby, you know what I said about that?” Dean said knowingly.

She sighed.

“My head feels like it’s gonna split in two, my nose is stuffed up, my throat hurts, and I threw up…twice.” She says.

“Alright.” Dean goes. powering down his laptop. Getting up to wake up Sam. “I’m waking up Sam and we’re leaving, now.” Dean says. “I’ll be home soon.” He adds.

As he nudges Sam’s shoulder harshly, waking him. “What Dean?” He goes, annoyed.

He points to his phone.

“No, Daddy, I’m fine. I made it this long being sick.” She says.

“We’ll hand whatever case to another capable hunter, right now, my daughter is sick. And I’m heading home to help her.” He says. “Now, power down Sam’s laptop, and get to bed.” He tells her.

“Okay daddy.” She says. Sounding tired and exhausted.

“You’ll be better in no time.” He says. Before exchanging I love you’s and hanging up.

“How bad?” Sam asked as he got dressed.

“I won’t know until I take her temp, she says she’s got a headache, stuffy nose and she puked a couple times.” Dean says.

“Sounds like the flu.” Sam goes.

“Maybe.” Dean agrees. “But, let’s get going.” Dean urges. Having already packed his stuff and is loading the impala.

She sat in the library, too tired to even move. She just closed out of the databases that were being used to find Jack, and opened up Google Chrome and began watching Markiplier on YouTube.

-

Her dad must have been speeding or was not that far from Lebanon, Dean came walking down the halls after dropping his bags off to his room and not seeing Sapphire in her room, he headed to the library. He saw her sitting at the table, on Sam’s laptop, watching a dude playing a video game. His antics making his daughter giggle.

“Hey baby girl.” He says upon entering.

“Hi daddy.” She said. She sounded weak and exhausted.

“I’ll have Sam get this laptop hooked up in your room, but let’s get you to bed.” He says.

He works her into his arms, and he carry’s her effortlessly to her room. She had dozed right off in his arms.

He lays her down gently, so as to not upset her stomach. He moves her heavy blankets to her feet, leaving her in the sheet blanket. He heads to the bathroom grabbing the thermometer. Coaxing her awake enough to get it in her mouth.

After a few minutes Dean pulled it out.

104.

Most fever reducers have doses made for kids 12 and over. Sapphire just turned 11. She’s still a bit young to be taking that kind of medicine. Sam decided to make a run to a nearby Pharmacy, grabbing a kid friendly fever reducer for kids 12 and under.

Dean gave her, her first dose. He grabs one of her chairs in her room, an oversized bean bag chair, and sat next to her bedside, keeping watch over her.

Sapphire slept soundly despite her symptoms. She woke up to her father, sleeping in the bean bag chair, holding her hand.

She still felt sick, but at least she didn’t feel like throwing up.

She wiped her eyes with her free hand. Waking her father.

“Hey Princess, how you feeling?” He asks. Gently brushing her hair from her eyes with his free hand.

“Egh.” She groans.

“Still crappy, huh?” he asks. she nods.

“Well then, we’re taking off today to take care of you.” He says, getting up.

“I’ll have Sam go get us some soup, crackers, meds, the works.” He says. “You just rest up in bed. ‘Kay?” he goes.

“Okay.” She says. How can she argue when she feels this sick?

And Dean goes to the kitchen to tell Sam exactly what he told her, and with that Sam is out buying canned soup, meds, and Dean is disinfecting the bunker.

“Dean, I have news.” Cas says, entering the kitchen.

“It’ll have to wait Cas.” Dean says.

“What are you doing?” Cas says, looking confused.

None of the Winchester brothers ever got sick, and Sapphire hardly ever got sick. But ever since she started up with school after summer break, it just popped up out of nowhere.

“Just disinfecting the bunker so no one catches whatever she’s got, miss Typhoid Mary in there.” Dean jokes, half kiddingly. Pointing to Sapphire’s room.

“It’s just the cold Dean, it’s not all that contagious.” Cas says knowingly. Causing Dean to look unamused at the angel.

“I’m not taking chances Cas, just go on your lead on Jack, I’ll have Sam help you when he can, ‘kay.” Dean says. “But I’m staying here with my girl, making sure she gets better.” Dean says.

Cas nods. “Very well Dean, I’ll call if anything changes.” He says.

“Sounds good Cas.” Dean says.

After cooking the soup, Dean enters her room, seeing her watching YouTube again.

“Why not just ask uncle Sammy to get you a console, and some games and play these yourself?” Dean asked, as he sat her dinner tray near her on her bed.

“These are PC games Dad, I’d need a gaming computer.” She says.

“We’ll get that too.” Dean says.

“Dad, it’s fine. I like watching it. it’s funny seeing him fail.” She says giggling at Mark failing at FNAF Help Wanted VR. “’Sides, I’d be cheating.” She says pointing at the video.

“Yeah, I guess.” Dean says. Just not getting it, how she finds that entertaining.

“Mind if I hang out with and watch?” he asks.

Might as well see what all the fuss is about though. He thought.

“Sure. If you don’t think Typhoid Mary here’s gonna get you sick.” She says, eyeing him. Making him chuckle.

“I was just joking around with Cas.” Dean says, setting in behind her. kissing the top of her head. “I love you baby girl.” He says.

“I love you too daddy.” She says as she dug in her bowl of chicken noodle soup.

~

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Winter Weebwatch #9

Taking advantage of Tumblr’s draft feature to write this into Tumblr in bits and bobs. Streamlining this whooole process.

Also, Pet didn’t air this week, so I presume it’ll be back next week.

Darwin’s Game.

★☆☆☆☆

Wow! A Darwin’s Game episode I actually remember! This is amazing!

But unfortunately it also had a really weird and uncomfortable scene involving Sui, and that’s … egh, I really considered just dropping the show this week because of it, and to be honest I still might, but I gave Plunderer enough proverbial rope to hang itself, so I may as well do the same here. Either way, I’m hacking off two stars for it.

Beyond that, this episode concludes the Hidden Treasure Game arc, with our protagonist (I still have no idea what his name is) finding the treasure and getting a few boons because of it: A ton of points, a conversation with the Game Master (in which he professes that he didn’t create the game, only the interface for it), and one favour of his choice. That favour turns out to be a month of training with the Boxing Gym Clan that the speedster from a few episodes ago is a part of, and the chance to offer an alliance between clans to said box-y punch-y clan.

All in all, this is an episode which caps off the arc in a predictable but engaging enough fashion. The protagonist’s ploy to distract Snakey Dude Man (I know none of these character’s names except Sui, and that’s only because she’s a hydrokinetic whose name means ‘water’) is so simplistic that it kind of falls flat as the show’s attempt to convince us that Protag Guy is some great strategic planner, but sure, fine, whatever.

We have our main antagonist now, at least.

In/Spectre.

★★★☆☆

Good news! Not a flashback episode. Bad news! Partly a flashback episode, partly just set-up for the next episode.

I have to admit, In/Spectre is growing on me, though. I don’t know what it is, it’s just sort of slowly worming its way into my good graces despite having not much about it that’s really that remarkable.

This episode sees us get some backstory on Rikka, mostly how she is both immortal (due to consuming the kudan and mermaid flesh, like Kuro did) and how she is sick (but unable to die, due to the aforementioned), and was discharged from hospital a year prior, living with Kotoko until she eventually vanished.

This actually sets up a really interesting state of play for the next episode, since now there’s another hitch in Kotoko’s plan: Kuro can change the future every time he dies, slowly steering events towards Kotoko’s desired outcome, but Rikka can do the same, steering events towards her own desired outcome, making the upcoming battle a case of ‘who can put themselves closest to their end goal while making the other person’s end goal less plausible and so requiring more steps to get to.’ That’s actually a really interesting set-up for a battle of wits.

ID: Invaded.

★★★☆☆

Well, ID: Invaded’s five star streak had to end eventually.

In fairness, this isn’t a bad episode by any stretch, it’s actually pretty good (if I could do half stars, I’d give it three-and-a-half for sure), it just doesn’t really manage to live up to the potential the previous episode set up.

As Narihisago continues living out his new life in the Well-within-a-Well, Kiki disappears in mysterious circumstances, with thirteen nurses falling asleep and Kiki mysteriously vanishing while they were unconscious, despite the fact that there’s no way she could have gone anywhere. With that mystery fresh in his mind and starting to believe that maybe this is real and his life before was the dream, Narihisago sets out to continue his serial-killing by tracking down the Perforator, only to come face to face with Hondomachi, who thoroughly disabuses him of any notions that he’s in real life.

As the Well-within-a-Well begins to collapse, Narihisago is dragged out, leaving Hondomachi behind to continue investigating John Walker, and lands back in Not!Momoki’s Well as Sakaido, only for Anaido/The Perforator to reveal that he can actually retain his memories in Wells. As Anaido informs Sakaido of his true identity, a storm whips up, revealing them to actually have been Narihisago’s Well all along, the game board having simply been covered by sand.

So, this episode feels rather rushed, and it basically just caps off and abandons the whole Well-within-a-Well idea as soon as it stops being useful as a stealth-flashback. On top of that, while the twist at the end is interesting, it also doesn’t make a lot of sense: Anaido says that he can keep his memories within Wells because of the hole in his head, but Hondomachi has the exact same hole, and we saw that she didn’t retain any memories while inside Wells.

There’s also just not a whole lot of questions answered this time around. In fact, no questions are really answered, bar ‘if the Well they’re in isn’t Momoki’s, then whose is it,’ and even that raises a question of ‘How can Narihisago have murdered the professor if he himself doesn’t remember doing it?’ Instead, it just raises a dozen more questions, like ‘How did Kiki disappear and what happened to those nurses?’

We only have three episodes left, sixty minutes total, and that’s just not a whole lot of time to answer those questions.

Infinite Dendrogram.

★★★☆☆

This episode is basically all fight scene, just five minutes of preamble that mostly serves to remind us that Shu is still a Superior, and then one fifteen-minute battle between Figaro and Xunyu (who is not, contrary to what I said last week, a Superior of Dryfe, but actually a Superior from Huang He, which we’ve never heard of before).

It’s fun, typical shonen anime fare, not tremendously deep but at least an enjoyable watch with some interesting turns, the main one being the reveal that Figaro’s Embryo amplifies his equipment’s stats equivalent to how many free equipment slots he has. That’s an … almost Dark Souls-y ability, to be honest, and it fits in nicely as an interesting but still very game-y ability for him.

Anyway, not much happens this week that’s actually plot relevant, save for Penguin-san showing up at the end (we actually do get his name this episode, he’s called Franklin) and the reveal that he was the one who killed the King of Alter. Still, fun episode.

[conceptstage]

Control

Day three: Modern AU

“-at some point on the initial tangent… are you listening?”

Beau blinked open her eyes to find Caleb Widogast, her insufferable tutor staring at her with a frown. “Hmm? Yeah, of course I am.”

“Really? Then what’s the answer to the question I’m reading?”

“86.”

He paused and quickly scribbled down some numbers before clearing his throat. “Ja. That’s correct.”

“I know.”

“Beau… you very clearly know the answers, you understand the equations. So why are you failing trig?”

She sneered at him. “My grades are none of your business.”

“Well, as your tutor they are exactly my business.”

“Fuck off.”

“Who exactly are you angry at in this scenario?” he asked. “I met you two weeks ago and you were already like this, so you’re not angry at me-”

“I’m kind of angry at you, you took away my cheetos.”

“You were getting orange dust all over my- forget it. Beau, why are you failing your classes? Who are you trying to get back at? Your parents? Your teacher? Your failure doesn’t fuck them, it only fucks you.”

“I’m not doing this because of them, they’re not worth it. I didn’t want to come to this stupid school anyway. I told them before they forced me to come here that I was gonna fail out.”

Caleb blinked at her as all the pieces came together in his head. “You’re failing on purpose… because you’re scared of failing not on purpose?”

She sighed heavily and looked away from him down at her blank assignment. “Well yeah, kinda. Whatever it doesn’t matter. It’s just-” she licked her lips thoughtfully and sat up straight. “If I do choose to fail then the control is mine, right? But if I try and the teacher fails me, it’s not in my control anymore, yeah?”

“That makes a scary amount of sense. Beau, you’re a smart young woman and-”

“Egh, don’t say it like that. You sound like a creepy old man.”

Caleb sighed, looked up to the ceiling like he was praying and then turned back to her. “You’re a smart student, you’re clearly bright. If you put half of the effort you’re putting into failing into passing instead? You’d be top of your class.”

“But why should someone else get to be in charge of my destiny? Just cause they’re a teacher? Just cause I’m there against my will? It’s bullshit.”

“Beau, they’re only temporary. High school is temporary. The things that matter now will not matter in five years. Your teachers tell you that they are preparing you for the real world but they’re not.”

“Are you allowed to tell me this?”

“Probably not. High school is bullshit, but there is a world outside full of destinies for you to choose from. If you pass this program, of which you are perfectly capable, there will be far more destinies at your disposal. Not better destinies necessarily, but are you really going to let your grades control which destinies you get to pick from?”

“I guess not. Are you just fucking with me?”

“Absolutely not. I honestly believe that you are capable of anything you put your mind to. Write down 86 on that line and let’s go on to the next one.” She got the next one correct as well, and the one after that. She didn’t give any indication that she’d decided to heed his advice, but he felt like he was getting through to her, even just a little bit.

[defleurtradingco]

The Merry Month of Mirth- Uncle

(Previous: Genius , Next: Leaves)

The cheap fluorescent lighting above them buzzed as flies or other insects only added to it as they came near.

Not to mention the sound of the refrigeration machine making that weird humming noise on top of everything else.

Convenience stores were sure noisy.

“You gonna get something or just stare at the glass all day?” Lune asked from another aisle all together.

Mischa held his hands in his pocket and stared at the paltry drink selection. The icebox was about the same size as him, maybe a little larger. They didn’t have those full-wall-refrigerators like they did back in America down here. “No,” He sighed.

“I mean I guess you could just drink gasoline if you really wanted.” Lune grabbed their snacks and headed towards the register, with Mischa following and looking un-amused as ever.

As they waited for the cashier to ring them out, the changeling took those moments to look at their cigarette selection.

Again, the box with the mask and the jester on it with the big words MIRTH over the top had appeared. “Hey-” He waved at the cashier. “When did you get these??”

“Huh? Oh those? I dunno. Don’t really remember, musta ordered them with the last shipment about uhhhh...Tuesday?”

Lune raised a brow and looked at the box the packs were stowed away in. “Huh, looks like all the other brands you usually have are out too. This all there is?” They were out of smokes anyway.

“’Fraid so. Gonna hafta wait till next week. Heard this was a popular brand in the big city but I guess it’s ONLY in the big city.” They definitely weren’t selling very well out here in the middle of farm country, in a dinky little convenience store.

The register made its ringing noises before the old man slid their snacks back over to them. “Have a nice day.” Lune sighed through their noise as they grabbed their things to go back outside with Mischa in tow. The blazing sun felt only good to one of them.

“Big cities...Fae are usually very territorial,” He muttered, glancing around.

“There’s already a big one that lives out here in that sandy patch, the Rainbow Boa, remember? So what happens when another one starts creeping up on another’s property?”

“What do YOU think?” Mischa gave Lune an incredulous look as he blew smoke out of his mouth without a cigarette entirely.

“I dunno, that’s why I was asking you.”

“Ugh, where’s Wyatt and your uncle?”

“Still gassin’ up the truck it looks like, over there.” Lune took a bite out of their snack after unwrapping it, pointing across the dirt road to the dirty little gas station that sat there also baking in the heat, just like everything else in dusty little Narembeen. “You know, I was thinking,”

“About what...” “You just said fae were super crazy about their territory. Wouldn’t big ol Boa be pissed off about something like this? Like what usually happens when they start fighting over a patch of land anyway? Does like...the weather go off, do weird magic-y things start happening-” The changeling grunted, clearly not wanting to talk about any of it. “I don’t know.” Lune didn’t buy it. “I’m pretty sure you do. You just don’t wanna say.”

“Gee, maybe you’re totally right. That I don’t.” Mischa began to walk away, but Lune grabbed the back of his hoodie to prevent him from leaving. “Let GO.” “Don’t think so.”

“LOOK I already don’t like that face you’re making- it’s none of our business and I DON’T want to be a part of fae ANYTHING. I’ve had enough of THAT!”

Only moments after did Wyatt whistle at them and wave them over. Lune dragged Mischa all the way there.

“Truck’s all done, looks like we’s about ta leave.” Wyatt looked like he’d sweat about a tubs-worth by now, so he was more than ready to go home. “Yer uncles payin’ fer the gas inside...uh...any reason ya got th’ lad strung up by his ‘gills’ here?” “Yeah. I think we should go find the Rainbow Boa again and ask about what’s going on so we can help your guys’ boss.”

“I SAID NO I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE!” Mischa began to kick off.

Wyatt looked like he’d swallowed his own tongue. “W- B-but- well ah hafta agree wit’ th’ lad here ah ain’ think we need ta go huntin’ fer no fairies again! Ain’cha learned anything from th’ last time?!” “Clearly not. Seriously though, that Solaina lady sounded like she was really at a loss on what to do about her little problem back in America. I mean, we should at least TRY to help.” “NO, and NO.” Mischa protested. Lune finally let go of his hood as he pulled harder away from them, and he almost barreled forward as a result. “Just DROP it already!”

The Irishman bit his lip but said nothing. Lune gave him a pointed look, and then turned it towards Mischa, crossing their arms and looking stubborn about it.

No one made a move even as Lawrence came back from the inside of the gas station.

“Huh, what, we all havin’ a starin’ contest out here?” “Gonna go see about a fae.” Lune answered without looking at him.

Lawrence shook his head without missing a beat, moving around the truck to get into the driver’s seat. “Don’t wanna hear it. Whatever ya gonna be up ta. Kindly leave me outta it. Now get in, time ta go.” Mischa gave a loud HMPH as he got back in the car, along with everyone else, and they all sat in relative, squashed silence during the car ride back.

Wyatt made a near-audible gulping noise and rubbed his eyes a few times as he stared out the window from the front passenger’s side. Every so often he could have sworn he saw those little ghost-like stick-men running along the side of the road. “Egh- uh, Mischa-” The changeling remained adamant and kept his arms crossed as he sat in the middle. “Don’t even say it.”

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1. What previews did you see at the last movie you saw in theaters? It didn’t have any, since it was part of a film festival. 2. Have you ever washed your hair with mayonnaise? I put mayonnaise on my sandwich, not my hair. 3. How many things are you a fan of on Facebook? That’s not really a thing anymore, although I did claim to be a fan of so many things just to feel cool. I unliked them all this year since it got to be so embarrassing seeing my profile. 4. Do you have more friends on Myspace or Facebook? ... 5. What generation iPod do you have? Dunno, just the one from 2008. Don’t use it anymore.

6. What celebrities share your birthday? I share mine with the Queen and I think James McAvoy. 7. What's your first and last name spelled backwards? Egh. 8. What song is playing at the moment? None, but the song I’ve put on pause is Aquaman by Walk the Moon. 9. Do you clench your teeth when you're angry? Ugh no. I hate the feeling of that. 10. Have you ever been to a movie that sold out? Yeah. All the Twilight Saga movies when they came out. People were sitting on the stairs. The Killing of a Sacred Deer was also sold out, surprisingly. 11. Have you ever been to a midnight movie? ...All the Twilight Saga movies minus the first two. 12. It's 2010; are you gonna say oh-ten, twenty ten, or two thousand ten? I say twenty-ten. Two thousand ten is fine but can be a mouthful. 13. How many of your classes change next quarter? Next semester? All of them change? It’s a different set of classes per sem, I don’t know how it works anywhere else. 14. Do you believe in the paranormal? I keep an open mind about it. 15. How old are the shoes you're wearing? I’m barefoot. 16. What's your state's weather usually like this time of year? December is one of my favorite months of the year since it gets super chilly at night, so I’m content. It’s still pretty humid during the day though. 17. Do you get those leg cramps in the middle of the night? I haven’t gotten them in a while, but those always made me wake up crying. Always. 18. What movie last made you too scared to go to sleep? Horror movies don’t usually scare me to that extent. 19. Do you have a Twitter account? Yes. 20. Did Obama deserve the Nobel Peace Prize he was awarded? I don’t know the politics of it all, but I generally like him. I don’t throw a fit over that fact. 21. Is your cell phone a qwerty (full keyboard) or no? Yes. 22. What was the last website you logged onto (besides the one you're on)? Twitter. 23. What's your home page? Oh my, this sounds so ancient... 24. Put a line from the song you're listening to right now: It’s a One Direction song so it’s embarrassing enough as it is. 25. Music artists you listen to: Are they a little or a lot older than you? Just a little older. But then it’s always varied in general, I also listen to bands who came decades before me and such. 26. What always has to be in the refrigerator? Eggs. 27. What was your favorite movie of 2009? Adventureland. 28. What do you want for Christmas? Paramore tickets, but I got those already. I’m good this Christmas. 29. If you could go to three places in the world right now: Thailand, India, Jeju Island. 30. How many days until your birthday? Not sure about the days, but there’s a little over four months left. 31. Who are you crushing on right now? (Famous or not, it's your call.) My girlfriend. 32. Do you squish bugs or put them in a glass and let them outside? I swat them away or squish them. 33. Do you have split ends? When my hair gets too long, yes. 34. Isn't it ridiculous that movie theaters sell hot dogs and nachos? No I don’t? People need to have their food in the cinema? I mean Gabie and I watched Wonder Woman eating Cinnabon and a poké bowl lmao you do you. 35. What school subject do you absolutely fail at? Philosophy. 36. When you're on a laptop, do you hook up a mouse or use the touchpad? I have a trackpad. 37. When's the next day(s) off you'll get at school? Monday. 38. If you're learning a language, what year are you in? I’m not. 39. Do you think you're done growing or will you grow a couple more inches? LMAO I’ve been done for like six years.  40. What's your mom's mom's name? Agnes. 41. Do you replace "and" with an ampersand (&)? No, I find it too informal. But when I’m scribbling down notes and running after my prof’s lectures then yes, I’d doodle that because it saves time. 42. What do you usually get at school for lunch? I don’t buy from school, I just get whatever leftover’s in the house. 43. Have you ever encountered a creepy neighbor? No. The worst they’ve been is noisy, but I never knew any creepy ones. 44. How many texts can your phone's inbox hold before it's too full? I don’t know, I never reached its limit if it has one. 45. Do you like the foam soap or the liquidy soap? Err foam, I guess. 46. Do you like the automatic sinks or the ones with hot and cold handles? Hot and cold. More convenient. 47. What day did/does your birthday fall on this year? Friday. Also super convenient. 48. Do you tend to lean towards bright colors or more subtle colors? Subtle. 49. Do you use British spelling even though you're not British? No.  50. Name the farthest/weirdest/most unique place you've ever been: Farthest is Japan. Weirdest is...China.

[disasterjones]

Question to Sam: Every time you have appeared on Talks this campaign, you have had problems with your shirt for the next Thursday.

Sam: Mmmm. Interesting.

Question: Who do you think is stealing your shirts, and how do you think Brian is doing it?

Brian: Funny story, before Thursday night’s episode, at 6:57?

Sam: Okay- Oh yeah!

Brian: Sam was like, “Can you pull up the episode on YouTube so I can see if I had my sleeves rolled up or not?” It’s that level of detail, ‘cause he had the shirt-

Liam: Yeah I overheard that.

Brian: But yeah, he wanted to know if the sleeves were rolled up in the e- that’s the level of detail-

Liam: We all stood by when he said, “Can somebody give me some tape? Can someone get me some tape?” [to Sam] And you took the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles logo and like, taped it onto your chest while we all just sat at the table going like

Brian: Yeah, ‘cause some episodes you weren’t there for, so then you kind of skipped ahead

Sam: And now the cadence is off too, so like- because I missed a couple episodes, and episode, I dunno, the original campaign episode 12 or something, none of us were in it, it was like these other people playing-

[after some discussion]

Sam: Vox Moronica, that’s right. So, like now my shirt for episode 14 will be the shirt that I wore in episode 16 of the first campaign, it’s starting- it’s starting to unravel, is what I’m saying, and I don’t know if I can sustain this much longer- in fact, maybe one or two more weeks, and that might be it, I may have to sunset.

Liam: I think Taliesin speaks for all of us when he said, uh, “What are you?”

Brian: I know! But it’s been amazing thus far, though, because you even have adjusted the facial hair to match.

Sam: Yeah, I shaved the same week that I shaved in the first campaign

Liam: Are we getting close a part of the first campaign where you had a beard?

Sam: I- We started with a beard, and then around-

Liam: Started with it? How long did it take for the beard to come back?

Sam: I dunno, six or seven episodes, I shaved it, and then I think for like another six months I was clean shaven.

Liam: Because-

Sam and Liam in unison: You (I) like that beard.

Sam: So does my wife-

Liam, nodding sagely: Great minds.

Sam: -and when I told her why I had to shave my beard, she was not happy.

Sam: She was like, “For a joke?!” And I was like, “Yeah, yeah-”

Brian: And you were like, “For the consistency of a joke.”

Sam, holding back laughter: Yeah, and I was like, “But also, it’s not like, a joke that I’m actually saying out loud, it’s only for a few people who catch it.”

Brian: Literally, yeah.

Sam: She’s like [shakes head] “Egh, I can’t believe you.”

Liam, chuckling: It’s for one person in Cambodia, two people in the midwest, one person in Jersey...

[broomballkraken]

Title: Shock and Awe, Chapter 2

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Pairing: Sylvain/Lorenz

Word count: 3851

Warnings: None

Summary: Sylvain runs into his insufferable rival Lorenz after not seeing him for a year. He is eager to battle him again after such a long time, but neither of them were prepared for what would transpire as they both sent out their first Pokemon…

Now Sylvain and Lorenz are forced to travel across Faerghus together until they reach Garrag Mach, the sight of the annual Gym Leader Summit, where they would gladly part ways and hopefully never see each other again. Or so they thought...

It hadn’t even been 24 hours yet, but Sylvain was already regretting his decision to travel with Lorenz.

“Will you hurry up already?” Sylvain groaned, arms crossed over his chest and fingers drumming against his arms impatiently. Both he and Lorenz had woken up at the same time, just as the sun was rising over the horizon, and while Sylvain had managed to clean up and make himself presentable in about ten minutes, Lorenz’s morning routine was taking over an hour. It was starting to piss Sylvain off.

“Come now, Sylvain,” Lorenz said, glancing briefly at him out of the corner of his eye before turning his attention back to the hand mirror that Lorenz’s Roserade was holding up for him. “I just happen to care greatly for how I present myself to others...Unlike some people.” Lorenz ignored the heated glare that Sylvain was sending his way as he continued applying his eyeliner.

“Ugh, fuck off. I do care about my appearance, you just care too much about yours.” Sylvain grumbled, and Lorenz huffed as he finished putting on his makeup and moved on to carefully and meticulously brushing out his long purple hair.

“Whatever you say. I do have an extra brush if you need one. And, judging by that rat’s nest on your head, it looks like you indeed are in need of one. Badly.” Lorenz said, letting out a haughty chuckle as he looked at Sylvain with narrowed eyes. Anger bubbled up within Sylvain, and he couldn’t stop it from spilling over as he let out a frustrated growl.

“Okay, that’s it!” Sylvain spat, whipping out one of his Pokeballs and thrusting it in Lorenz’s direction. “We’re having a proper battle, right now. Three-on-three. If I win, we get on the road as soon as possible, whether you’re ready or not.” Lorenz glowered at Sylvain as he stood up, taking the mirror that his Roserade was holding and stashing it away.

“Very well. I accept your challenge. If I win, I will take as long as I like to get ready, and will not hear a peep from you about it for the duration of our journey together.” Lorenz said coolly, “Rosepetal, my dear, let us teach Sylvain the importance of a proper morning routine, yes?” The Roserade nodded and stepped in front of her trainer, and Sylvain snorted as he tossed the Pokeball in his hand, his Houndoom appearing in a flash of red light. He howled and took a fighting stance, growling as he glared at the Roserade in front of him.

“Bring it on, Lorenz!” Sylvain taunted, and their heated battle had begun…

...only for Sylvain to lose by the slimmest of margins in the end.

“This is fucking bullshit…” Sylvain grumbled from his spot on the ground, his shoulders slumped dejectedly as he glowered at Lorenz, who was now preparing tea in a large kettle over the campfire.

“Hm? Is that complaining that I hear, Sylvain?” Lorenz said, raising an eyebrow as a sly grin crossed his face. Sylvain pursed his lips together and glared even harder at Lorenz, hoping that a laser might shoot out of his eyeballs and disintegrate the pompous asshole into dust. Lorenz chuckled softly and continued making his tea.

Sylvain chewed on his lower lip, stewing in his disappointment at his loss. He had thought that his Houndoom, Doom, would have easily wiped out Lorenz’s Roserade, but Sylvain had not expected Rosepetal’s moveset to include Dazzling Gleam of all things. The first hit had caught both Sylvain and Doom off-guard, and that had proved costly, as the hit was critical. However, Doom was as stubborn as Sylvain was, and he had managed to get a few good hits on the Roserade before succumbing to his injuries.

Sylvain had sent Ty, his Typhlosion, out next to make quick work of the exhausted Rosepetal. His brief confidence boost was short-lived however, because Lorenz’s next Pokemon was his Milotic, Majesty. Majesty had been with Lorenz since he was a tiny, weak Feebas, and he was anything but weak now, as Lorenz’s training had turned him into a beast of a Pokemon. He had, unfortunately, quickly defeated Sylvain’s beloved starter, but not before Ty had managed to hit with a successful Wild Charge that had luckily resulted in a paralyzed Majesty.

Lux, Sylvain’s Luxray, was his last hope in winning the battle. The paralysis was a blessing, for the first hit with Discharge had almost knocked Majesty out. Almost. That was unlucky, because it allowed the Milotic to get off a Mud Shot, which did a good chunk of damage and rendered Lux a bit sluggish. After Majesty went down, both Sylvain and Lorenz were down to their final Pokemon.

Sylvain’s heart sank when Lorenz sent out Serenity, his Serperior, who had been with him since the start of his career as a Pokemon trainer. Sylvain had been there when Lorenz had picked the grass snake as his starter, as Sylvain had picked his fire mouse at the same time. Their rivalry had started right then and there, as Sylvain had challenged Lorenz to a battle immediately, after the latter had already begun gloating to the former about his superior starter choice. That time, Sylvain had been victorious and shut him up good, but he knew better now. Even though he didn’t like the guy one bit, Sylvain knew that Lorenz was an exceptional trainer. He wouldn’t have called the snobby, stuck-up guy his rival if he didn’t always push him to better himself by giving him outstanding battles time and time again.

Unfortunately for Sylvain, the Mud Shot that had slowed Lux was proving to be costly, as it allowed Serenity to move first and poison him with a nasty Toxic. She then quickly followed up with a Giga Drain, sucking away Lux’s energy to use for herself. Lux had managed to get a few good hits in with Crunch, knocking enough of Serenity's health to cause her to stagger, but the poison and the grass serpent’s relentless assault proved to be too much for Lux and he fainted, granting the victory to Lorenz.

And now Sylvain had to wait until Lorenz was ready to get back on the road, much to his dismay. At this rate, they wouldn’t get moving until noon, and their journey would take twice as long. Sylvain didn’t want to spend any more time than necessary with his insufferable rival, but he had lost a bet fair and square, so he’d have to just deal with it. It was all for the happiness of one of his beloved Pokemon, after all.

As if on cue, Sylvain glanced down at his Pokeball belt when one of them started shaking. Shortly after, Tox had released himself from his ball and let out a big yawn. Sylvain looked over at Lorenz, and found that Lavender had done the same thing, and it wasn’t long before the two love-struck Toxtricity were back in each other’s arms, nuzzling their cheeks against each other.

“Ugh, get a room already!” Sylvain said, rolling his eyes. Tox stuck his tongue out at his trainer and trilled at him in Pokespeak, and a sour look crossed Sylvain’s face.

“I am not jealous of you! I could have anyone I want, when I want,” Sylvain said, smirking as he ran a hand through his hair, “I’m totally a catch.”

“Oh please,” Lorenz interjected, trying and failing to contain his laughter, “I don’t know how anyone could stand to be around you for more than a few minutes. I’m certainly having a time of it.”

“You’re one to talk, Lorenz. As if anyone could tolerate your insufferable snobbishness for any longer.”

“Hmp, you have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I?” A smug grin crossed Sylvain’s face, but was quickly replaced with a look of confusion as Lorenz poured a cup of tea and offered it to him. Sylvain just stared at it with an eyebrow raised, and Lorenz let out an annoyed huff.

“Take it already.”

“Why?”

“It would be rude for me to indulge without offering some to my traveling companion. Wanted or not.” Sylvain pursed his lips at that, but took the cup from Lorenz anyway.

“Thanks, I guess,” Sylvain mumbled, lifting the cup to his lips and taking a small sip. The warm tea chased away the morning chill, and the taste made Sylvain let out a content sigh.

“Bergamot? Damn, that’s my favorite,” Sylvain said, a small smile crossing his face as he moved himself closer to the fire.

“Oh? How interesting,” Lorenz said as he pulled out six Pokeballs, “It is also one of my favorites. How I loath to have something in common with you of all people.”

“Egh, I feel sick just thinking about it,” Sylvain said, the loud exaggerated gagging noise he made causing Lorenz to send a glare his way.

“Stop being so childish,” Lorenz said, rolling his eyes as he tossed his Pokeballs behind him, releasing his entire team. “Come, my dears. The tea is absolutely delightful today.” His Pokemon let out excited chirps as Lorenz began handing out cups of tea, and Tox and Lavender were quick to join in as well.

“Sylvain, are you not going to have your Pokemon join us?” Lorenz asked, and Sylvain shrugged.

“I guess I could. Wouldn’t want to use up your precious supply of tea, though.”

“Oh, nonsense. I have plenty stored up, and I can always restock in Fhirdiad if need be. No need to worry.” Lorenz said with a nonchalant wave of his hand. Sylvain sighed and shook his head; he really should have known that Lorenz would have an entire stock of tea with him. He had been notorious at the Academy for inviting women to have tea with him, and ultimately getting rejected every time. Sylvain had often teased him about it, leading to rather hostile arguments that more often than not had almost resulted in them trading physical blows. It had never come to that, luckily.

“Alright, if you say so.” Sylvain said, and soon the rest of his Pokemon had joined the massive tea party. After the tea had been dispersed to everyone, Sylvain and Lorenz’s Pokemon talked happily among themselves, and Sylvain couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He had to admit, even though their trainer was an insufferable twat, Lorenz’s Pokemon all seemed to be well-trained and got along with his own rather well. It was odd, considering a few of them had been battling earlier this very morning, but Sylvain guessed that to Pokemon, fighting in battles brought them closer together. If only that worked for humans too.

“I must say, Sylvain,” Lorenz said, snapping Sylvain from his thoughts, “your team is rather impressive. I’m surprised to see how much it has changed over this past year.”

“Well, yeah,” Sylvain said with a shrug, “I think the last time we battled I only had Ty, Lux, and Dash with me, of my current team.”

“Do you still rotate your team out every now and then?”

“Well, yeah. Gotta keep all of my ‘mons trained up and ready for anything.” Sylvain said with a grin. In addition to his current team of six, Sylvain had six reserve Pokemon: Arcanine, Corviknight, Umbreon, Steelix, Walrein, and Pangoro. They had all gotten their time to shine in his main team, and he wouldn’t trade any of them for the world.

“Yes, yes. As it should be. One should always have at least two full, diverse teams of Pokemon to battle with.” Lorenz said, nodding as he took a sip of his tea.

“Heh, there’s another thing we agree on.”

“Unfortunate.”

Sylvain couldn’t help but snort-laugh at that, and Lorenz even let out a small chuckle. Sylvain hated to admit it, but Lorenz was actually being quite tolerable at the moment. In the end, they were both future Gym Leaders and their rivalry did push Sylvain to be a better trainer, so his relationship with Lorenz was a bit more complicated than what it looked like on the surface.

“Your team’s seen some changes too. Where’d you find a Froslass? I’ve never heard of them or Snorunt appearing anywhere in Fodlan.” Sylvain asked, glancing over at the ice/ghost Pokemon. Her attention was pulled from her conversation with Dash and Ty as she floated over to Sylvain, bringing a graceful hand up to her chin. She tilted her head as she gazed at Sylvain with big, blue eyes overflowing with curiosity.

“Ah, my dear Aurora here is the newest addition to my team,” Lorenz said, a look of fondness crossing his face as he reached over to pet Aurora’s head, and she cooed with delight, “I actually just caught her on my recent visit to Sreng. She is a beautiful, pristine example of her species, and she has already shown immense potential in the few battles that we have engaged in.” Aurora let out a cry of joy at the praise and wrapped her arms around Lorenz, pulling him into a tight hug.

“A-Aurora! You will make me spill my tea, darling!” Lorenz said as he tried to push her away with his free hand, “And you are messing up my hair!” His plea fell on deaf ears as Aurora only hugged him tighter. Luckily for Lorenz, Ty had been watching this whole exchange, and he grabbed Lorenz’s tea cup from him before it could spill. Sylvain burst out laughing at the scene, and Lorenz glared at him before sighing in defeat and embracing Aurora in return, earning a pleased hum from the affectionate Froslass.

“Thank you, Ty. At least you have some grasp of common courtesy, unlike the person who trained you.” Lorenz said, and Sylvain's laughter faded as his eyes narrowed.

“Tch, whatever. Ty learned everything from me.”

“Yes, learned everything not to do.”

“Why you-”

Sylvain stood and took a step towards Lorenz, who had also risen from the ground, but they were prevented from moving any closer to one another when Ty stepped in front of Sylvain, and Serenity in front of Lorenz. Ty crossed his arms over his chest and a burst of fire erupted from the spots on the back of his neck, signifying annoyance. Ty let out a few growls and Sylvain sighed as he ran his hand through his hair.

“Ugh, fine, I’ll calm down.” Sylvain mumbled, and he snorted to stop from laughing when Serenity smacked Lorenz over the head with her tail.

“Will you stop that, Serenity? Ugh, at this rate I’m going to have to redo my hair-”

“Oh hell no! We are not wasting any more time here for that!”

“I do recall winning a bet that prevents you from complaining.”

“Fuck you!”

Sylvain pushed his way past Ty this time, seething with anger as he stalked his way up to Lorenz. Lorenz met him halfway and Sylvain grabbed the collar of his shirt, cursing the fact that he was just an inch shorter than his bastard of a rival.

“What the fuck is your problem, anyway? Why do you have to be the most stuck up, insufferable snob that I’ve ever met?” Sylvain hissed, his face only inches away from Lorenz’s and eyes set into a heated glare. The unique amethyst eyes of his rival narrowed as he glared right back at Sylvain, and Sylvain continued to hold his gaze even as Lorenz’s hand came up to fist into the front of his jacket, jerking Sylvain closer so that their foreheads were barely touching. They were so close that Sylvain could smell the sweet scent of Lorenz’s shampoo; lavender with a hint of rose. It was amazing that someone who smelled so good could be such a fucking thorn in his side.

“My problem?” Lorenz echoed, his voice low and surprisingly threatening, “My problem is you Sylvain. You have always aggravated and instigated these pathetic confrontations and I-”

“Me? You’ve started just as many of these fights, you arrogant douche bag!”

“How dare you!”

Just as Sylvain and Lorenz both pulled back their fists to throw a punch, a powerful blast of ice-cold water slammed into them, knocking both of them off of their feet. Sylvain winced as he hit the ground hard, and he lay soaking wet on the ground for a moment to try and process what had happened.

“Majesty! What are you doing?” Sylvain pushed himself up to find Lorenz yelling at the Milotic, who just flicked her tail and turned her nose up at her trainer in response. Sylvain chuckled, but his humor faded when he saw all 12 of their Pokemon staring at them, with a mixture of looks ranging from disappointment to annoyance to anger. Lux and Tox looked the most angry, as electricity sparked dangerously over their bodies, and Sylvain paled slightly.

“Haha, it’s fine guys! We’re gonna get along now, right Lorenz?” Sylvain said, laughing nervously as he got to his feet and threw his arm over Lorenz’s shoulders. He felt Lorenz bristle at the contact, and he turned his head to shoot a venomous glare at Sylvain.

“Get off of me you-” Lorenz started, but his gaze turned to the angry electric Pokemon and his mouth snapped shut. Sylvain was relieved at that, for he certainly did not want to experience what it was like to receive an electric shock while soaking wet, and he expected that Lorenz felt the same. Sylvain’s arm dropped from his rival’s shoulder when Tox and Lux calmed down, and Lorenz groaned as he peeled his wet hair from his neck.

“Ugh...How bothersome…” Lorenz muttered, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff. Sylvain violently shook his head, sending beads of water everywhere, including on the already soaked Lorenz. Sylvain snickered when Lorenz shot him a sour look, and he was surprised when Lorenz dissolved into a fit of laughter. That made Sylvain’s grin widen. Huh, odd...

“Hey, uh, sorry about...all that.” Sylvain said, rubbing the back of his head with one hand while he waved the other awkwardly in front of him. He hated to admit it, but he had been acting like a prick, even if Lorenz deserved it. Lorenz averted his gaze for a moment, before sighing with defeat and turning back to Sylvain, a surprisingly guilty look appearing in his eyes.

“I, well...I accept your apology,” Lorenz said, “And...I’m sorry too. I lost control of my temper...how incredibly uncouth of me.” An awkward silence fell upon the two for a few moments, before Sylvain peeled off his wet jacket and walked off towards his tent.

“Well, I guess we better get dried off and changed. Didn’t think anything would stall us more than your insufferable morning routine, but…” Sylvain said, glancing over his shoulder with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Hmp. I do have to go through that routine again, though, so do get comfortable, Sylvain. Maybe you’ll have enough time to do something about that messy mop on your head that you call your hair.” Lorenz said, turning up his nose as he sauntered to his own tent.

“Eat shit.”

“Profane degenerate.”

With that trading of insults done with, both men retreated to their tents to change and dry off. Sylvain sighed, already tired from arguing with Lorenz for the entire morning. He wasn’t sure if he was going to survive this journey, or at least make it to the end without throttling the insufferable bastard. Sylvain let out a frustrated grumble as he stripped out of his wet clothes and threw on some dry ones. He just had to keep reminding himself that he was doing this to make Tox happy, but it was almost not worth it, if Sylvain was being honest with himself. He could only hope that Tox’s infatuation with Lavender would wear off and Sylvain would never have to look at Lorenz’s dumb face ever again.

Sylvain left his tent and tossed his wet clothes to Ty and Dash, leaving the two fire types to dry them off for him as he packed up his tent and other supplies. Lorenz had given his clothes to Majesty and Serenity, who had them hanging off their tails to air-dry. Lorenz was back to fixing his hair and makeup, so Sylvain resisted the urge to complain and instead pulled out his phone, texting his childhood friend group chat to inform them of the drama of the morning.

Ingrid was sympathetic, but told him to behave for the sake of Tox’s happiness, Felix relentlessly teased him about his situation, and Dimitri wished him luck and offered to buy him a beer when Sylvain got to Fhirdiad. Sylvain was grateful for that, because he’d probably need a stiff drink or twelve after his time spent with Lorenz.

Finally, just a little bit after noon, Lorenz was finished getting ready and had packed up his things. They both returned all of their Pokemon to their balls - with some resistance from the two love-struck Toxtricity - except for the two Rapidash.

“We should make it to Fhirdiad tomorrow morning if we ride through the night.” Sylvain said, hopping onto Dash’s back. The Rapidash neighed excitedly and stomped her hooves, restless and eager to get moving.

“Indeed. It is a good thing that we both have fast, ride-able Pokemon,” Lorenz said as he followed suit and mounted Beauty, “I shall buy you some treats when we reach our destination and give you a good brushing, my dear Beauty.” Beauty whinnied as Lorenz cooed at her, running his hands over her neck fondly. Sylvain rolled his eyes and took hold of Dash’s mane, and a sly grin crossed his face as an idea popped into his head.

“Hey, Lorenz?” Sylvain said, and Lorenz raised an eyebrow at him as he waited for him to continue, “Let’s make this a race. Last one to Fhirdiad has to buy tomorrow’s meals!” Sylvain did not wait for Lorenz to answer as he yelled for Dash to go. Dash reared up and neighed before taking off at a thunderous gallop. Laughter filled the air as Sylvain turned around to see Lorenz yelling at him, but the wind whipping past his head prevented Sylvain from discerning what Lorenz was saying.

Sylvain turned his attention back to his front, and he heard another set of hooves thundering behind him, and he knew that Lorenz and Beauty had given chase. The two rivals raced off to Fhirdiad together, and Sylvain would be sure to order the most expensive items on the menu for his meals after he won this race. The absolutely sour look that was sure to cross Lorenz’s face would be so, so worth it.

[snickertoodles]

70 horrible questions

IT’S 6 AM WEEEEEEEEEEEEE

https://togey-appreciation-club.tumblr.com/post/174206085382/70-horrible-questions-fuck-it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

NOPE

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

My boyfriend!

03: Do you regret anything?

I regret everything. Mostly related to me being shitty to people or losing my temper.

04: Are you insecure?

YEP

05: What is your relationship status?

Taken by “he who does not have a Tumblr account”.

06: How do you want to die?

Hopefully not at all, but who knows.

07: What did you last eat?

Grapes.

08: Played any sports?

I’m 100/120 pounds and get tired if I stand for too long, no. One teacher asked me to join track once but I didn’t because I forgot how and was too socially anxious to ask.

09: Do you bite your nails?

Currently painfully aware of my thumbs hurting thanks to that.

10: When was your last physical fight?

5th grade. Beat up a boy next to the merry go round. I don’t remember why. It wasn’t a hard fight or anything, mostly just wrestling... I think I slammed his head on the metal though. Sorry dude.

11: Do you like someone?

I’m assuming I was supposed to answer “no” to question number 5.

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

Recently. I’m a push-over.

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

Not anymore.

14: Do you miss someone?

The friends who grow apart with time.

15: Have any pets?

An singular (1) cat.

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

I feel like I should be in fucking bed but instead I’m filling out a 70-question list about myself at 6 in the morning.

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

Not... to my knowledge... o_O

18: Are you scared of spiders?

Fuck spiders.

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

I’d probably screw everything up, so no.

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

That word makes me uncomfortable.

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

Stay at home playing video games, same as my plan for this week, and next week...

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

I don’t trust myself to be able to look after a kid. And I doubt I can bear a child, at least in my current state.

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

Too painful, and they’d bother me... Little things like tags and stuff either drive me insane or must be incessantly picked at. I hear it’s an ADHD thing. IDK.

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

English, science that didn’t involve math. Like biology and ecology. I’m sure you can guess what my worst subject was.

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

I already answered this question.

26: What are you craving right now?

My bed.

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

I hope not.

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

I... hope not... o_O

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

Probably because I suck.

30: What’s irritating you right now?

Nothing at the moment.

31: Does somebody love you?

For some reason.

32: What is your favourite color?

Sangria.

33: Do you have trust issues?

Don’t even get me started...

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

The last one I can remember, I was in a tiny van with the Guardians from TLOS...

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

Le boyfriend.

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

Probably. Actually, definitely.

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

Forgive.

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

Above average is better than bad, so yes.

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

Ask me when my boyfriend’s sister isn’t following me on Tumblr... XD

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

Um. No? XDDDD

51: Favourite food?

I refuse to make a decision like this. But pizza and ice cream are good.

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

Nope. The world is a big d100 and it’s just as likely to fuck you over as it is to help you. That’s life. Just do what you can to make it less bad for the people around you.

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

Feed my cat.

54: Is cheating ever okay?

Not really, but I can’t tell people what to do with their life.

55: Are you mean?

I’d like to say not always.

56: How many people have you fist fought?

None yet. But I’ve been punched in the face twice!

57: Do you believe in true love?

See question 52. I’m sure there’s someone who can make you really happy. Movie romances exist and can happen. People can come into your life right when you need them. But I wouldn’t call it fate or destiny, and there are lots of people who are compatible with you.

58: Favourite weather?

Rain. Or just before and just after a storm.

59: Do you like the snow?

Hell yeah I like snow ;P

60: Do you wanna get married?

Someday.

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

Egh... not my thing.

62: What makes you happy?

Making other people happy. Or seeing other people who are happy or helping each other.

63: Would you change your name?

I don’t really use my real name, anyway. It’s just Toodles now.

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

No. ;P

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

Already be dating them!

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

I act like myself with no inhibitions regardless of how close my friends are to me or their gender. :P

Also, most of my friends are dudes who are older than me, girls are the ones I’ve always found hard to deal with thanks to lack of common interests...

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

Boyfriend went to bed, so... HAI DEMI!

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Boyfriend.

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

See question 57.

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

For my boyfriend I’d make the choice. For anyone else, maybe not, but I might do it without thinking in a crisis. I wouldn’t regret that.