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Fic or treat - Matt and Foggy during that one Halloween ep of Spiderman where people turn into the monsters they dress up as for the night (doctor strange helps sort everything out if I recall correctly)

I guess this is a recurring Halloween Thing (Buffy, Halloweentown, and now apparently Ultimate Spider-Man) and honestly I love it with all my heart and soul. So this got... Long. Also I just sidestepped the actual plot of the episode because Baron Mordo sucks eggs and I don’t care about him, lol

—

Foggy’s still adding the last touches to his costume and hasn’t put it on yet — that’s the only thing that saves him. But the second a blast of orange light radiates across the city, he knows something fucked-up freaky is going down.

“Oh jeez,” he mutters to himself, watching through the window as the energy continues to spread like ripples on a pond. “Matty, you might wanna go get your other Halloween costume.”

There’s a groan of pain from behind him. Foggy whirls around.

“Matt, what—”

But Matt doesn’t answer. Can’t answer, more like. He’s staggering around, hands clutched to his head. Foggy has no idea if it’s a direct effect of the freaky magic flooding the city or if whatever that magic is doing is overloading Matt’s supersenses, but either way he can’t just stand by and let his boyfriend suffer. He rushes over and wraps Matt in a hug — takes as much of Matt’s weight as he can, tries to cocoon him so his senses have time to settle or acclimate or whatever they need to do.

“I got you,” he murmurs nonsensically. “I got you, Matty, it’s ok, it’s gonna be ok, just breathe with me, buddy, just breathe—”

All Foggy’s reassurances are choked off when a clawed hand closes around his throat. He’s shoved backwards, into the wall, and Matt’s...

Matt’s gone.

In his place, the figure Foggy had been holding — that not a minute ago had been the love of his life — is otherworldly and terrifying. Its skin is cold to the touch, and flecks of gold freckle its face, creep down from its ears to the familiar arch of its cheekbones. It has Matt’s messy, dark hair but his eyes, still unseeing based on the way they don’t track, glow ice blue. It still wears the white tunic Matt had put on, but the cloth is clearly of finer quality. What was once a sparkly golden pipe-cleaner halo is now an aura of radiance so bright it makes Foggy’s eyes water. Oh yeah, and this thing’s got a pair of fuck-off enormous white wings instead of the tiny, goofy-looking faux-feather ones Matt had strapped on like a backpack not five minutes ago.

When it opens its mouth — Matt’s mouth — and speaks, the words are unintelligible and so powerful that Foggy instinctively stops trying to remove the hand from around his throat and claps his palms to his ears instead. He has an alarming thought — that he’s going to die here — and the very distant realization that Matt would be completely enraged about him giving up. But even if this... Angel. Thing. Even if it’s not Matt anymore, it was him. And Foggy has to believe the magic that changed him is going to be undone. There’s like a hundred fucking superheroes in Manhattan alone so like, it had god damn better be undone. And when it is, who knows if any injuries sustained will carry over? Foggy could never risk hurting Matt like that. He just couldn’t.

Jessica Jones does not have this problem.

Foggy learns that the second she comes bursting through the door of the apartment and discus-throws her unconscious vampire boyfriend right at Angel Matt’s unprotected back. Not that Foggy actually sees any of this — because, again, fuck-off big swan wings — but once he’s able to breathe again he’s also able to put the series of events together thanks to context clues. Flattened angel plus unconscious Hero of Harlem with an open, snoring mouth and especially pointy canines plus panting, disheveled Jess? The math’s not hard. He and Jess stare at each other in silence for a few seconds.

“You ok there, Nelson?” she asks at last, gruffly, before stepping forward to sling her enormous boyfriend into a fireman’s carry.

“Yeah? I’m good, I think. Mostly. Um...” Foggy points at the knocked out form of Luke draped over Jess’s shoulder. “How did you...?”

“Vulcan nerve pinch,” she says flatly, but doesn’t give Foggy the necessary space to determine if it’s a joke or not. “Now come on, you’re the one who knows every-fucking-body, who do we need to stomp to fix this?”

Good to know you saved me because you were concerned for my safety or something, Foggy thinks but is smart enough not to say.

“I don’t know who did it,” he admits, now that he has the time to think, “but that guy Strange who lives in the Village is supposed to be a wizard or something. Maybe it’s one of his baddies.”

Jess slams a fist into her open palm, murder in her eyes, then immediately has to break the pose to stop Luke from slumping onto the floor.

“Well he better fix it or I’m gonna kick his ass,” she insists, clearing her throat and straightening up again.

Foggy does not dignify this with an answer, and to further pretend he didn’t just witness Jess fumble Luke like a football he crouches down to check on Matt. He doesn’t seem to be unconscious, although at first it’s a little hard to tell based on the ethereal, retina-searing glow around his head. But upon inspection, the prone angel is in a pose Foggy knows well — Matt’s ‘I’m suffering and I refuse to move’ pose. Often adopted whilst sick or otherwise mildly inconvenienced, and never done while seriously injured. Which is good, Foggy supposes.

“Up and at ‘em, Matty,” he mutters, slowly and gently closing his hands around the angel’s and noting that Matt’s newly clawed nails are tipped in gold.

Matt gets to his feet without a fuss, just tilting his head to the side curiously. He sniffs. Once. Twice. Then flips their handhold so his fingers are circling Foggy’s wrists and pins him to the wall again. This time, though, instead of strangling him, he buries his nose in Foggy’s throat, sniffling at his pulse point like a weirdo.

“Hey! Murdock! Don’t make me come over there!” Jess snaps.

“It’s good, we’re good!” insists Foggy shrilly. “He’s um. He’s just. Sniffing me.”

“Fucking weirdo.”

But there’s no thud of Luke being used as a blunt weapon again, so at least she’s listening to him. After another ten uncomfortable seconds, Angel Matt pulls back. Slowly and gently, he lets go of Foggy’s wrists before combing the fingers of one clawed hand through Foggy’s hair. Then he smiles and speaks.

The expression, combined with the musical but incomprehensible words, is so beautiful that tears begin to streak down Foggy’s face. Angel Matt brushes them away with the side of his thumb.

Jess ruins the moment by groaning in frustration.

“Ok, we get it, gay love conquers all, can we get a move on before my boyfriend wakes up and tries to tear out my throat again?” she demands.

Which, to be fair to her, doesn’t sound like a great time. Matt’s wings flare angrily and he spits more crazy angel language at Jess that sounds like a threat, but Foggy is able to soothe him easily enough. After that, he tows Matt along by the hand like a particularly docile six-year-old and they set out without further incident.

—

The problem with having a huge city-wide curse fucking up everyone’s night is that getting a cab is impossible. On the bright side, Jess is one of the few people Foggy knows who actually owns a car. Then again, it’s usually hard enough fitting everyone inside that car without a potentially-murderous vampire and an angel with a fifteen foot wingspan to consider. They’re still trying to figure out the logistics when a horde of monsters descends upon them. Foggy counts two zombies — and there’s a frightening thought, are those guys contagious? — a werewolf, a ninja, and some kind of terrifying... Fish person. There’s lots of snarling, howling, and gnashing of teeth. Foggy really wishes he hadn’t been so preoccupied with Matt and had the foresight to grab his baseball bat on the way out the door.

“I don’t suppose you’ve got like, a tire iron in there or something?” he asks Jess as they’re backed up against her car.

“What do I look like, a mechanic? I’ve barely got gas in this piece of shit car.”

“Cool, great,” Foggy says, too strained to be as sarcastic as he wants since this is about as far from cool and great as it’s possible to get.

Then Matt squeezes his hand and lets go. Foggy scrambles to try and pull him back to safety, but his strides are long — too long for any normal human, like he’s gliding instead of walking. He doesn’t stop until he’s standing squarely between them and the monsters, and then he flares his wings wide enough to block them all from view. Foggy can still hear snarling, but he has to squeeze his eyes shut as the luminance around Matt ramps up about a thousand percent. There’s hissing, yelping, and the slap of feet on concrete, and the light turning the back of Foggy’s eyelids orange only fades after the sounds of retreat abate into silence.

“Holy shit, Murdock,” Jess mutters. “Maybe we oughta keep you like this.”

“Jones,” Foggy scolds. “Rude.”

He opens his eyes to find Matt now facing him as though waiting for something.

“What, Matty?”

“Fuck’s sake, Nelson,” says Jess, “he just saved our bacon — you gonna thank him or what?”

Matt continues to stare — for a certain value of stare, Foggy supposes — in his general direction expectantly.

“Um. Yes, thank you,” Foggy says, and probably because he’s gone completely insane, reaches up to pat Matt on the head. “You, um... Did good? Yes. Good job.”

Matt leans into the touch, beaming, and honest to god the expression is almost brighter than the glow of his halo. Jess makes a very rude gagging noise as she stuffs her still-snoring boyfriend into the trunk. Matt and his wings, even folded up, take up the whole back seat, so Foggy rides shotgun. With monsters of all shapes and sizes roaming the city streets, what would otherwise be a pretty boring car ride ends up feeling like a chase scene in Jurassic Park, but at last they make it. Foggy wasn’t a hundred percent on the address but Strange’s place is pretty hard to miss. It’s enormous and scary-looking and it’s got a big skylight in the shape of some round symbol that probably has magical significance.

There’s no answer when they knock on the door, except for a “doctor is out” sign that flickers into existence, along with a huge padlock — you know, just in case they weren’t getting the message. Foggy’s torn between being weirded out and being amused that the creepy mansion has a sense of humor.

“He’s not even home?!” Jess kicks the door, hard. “This is bullshit!”

She lets out a wordless, frustrated shout, and Luke startles awake. He’s on his feet almost immediately, eyes glowing blood red. Matt wraps his arms around Foggy from behind, casting huge shadows with his flared wings. But Luke? There’s no recognition of Jess there, except as food. None of the half-domesticated sentience Matt’s been showing, just snarling animal hunger. Luke’s such a chill, reasonable guy that the contrast is shocking and even if he hadn’t been held back Foggy wouldn’t have been able to do more than freeze in terror as Luke pinned Jess to the wall of Strange’s mansion and lunged for her throat. Jess, thankfully, is more of a fight instinct person than a freeze instinct one. Also she’s got superstrength. She catches Luke’s wrist and flips him like a pancake. Once he’s on the ground and winded, she really, genuinely does Vulcan nerve pinch him back to sleep, which is wild. Foggy had been leaning sixty-forty towards her being joking about that.

“Well,” he says awkwardly. “That was impressive.”

“Impressive? Impressive?!” Jess is laughing, but the sound is sharp and bitter. “It should’ve been me,” she growls, stomping back down to the sidewalk and kicking a stray soda can so hard it embeds itself in the wall of a building across the street. “Fuck. I hate seeing him like this. I’m already— half fucking feral, and he’s got that unbreakable skin. It should have been me! He’d probably just sit there calmly and let me try to bite him while he worked out how to fix everything, and all I can do is be a, a panicked fuck-up!”

“Jess!” Foggy scolds sharply, extricating himself from Matt’s arms to confront her. “You’re not a fuck-up. You kept Luke safe. You didn’t let him hurt anyone. You got us here. Look, if Strange isn’t home then maybe that means he’s out fixing this. That’s a good thing. You just need to take a deep breath. We‘ll rest here a little bit, then we’ll start driving back — dollars to donuts whatever big fight is probably going down right now is in, like, Times Square or something, because it literally always is with you super-people.”

Jess makes another frustrated noise that Foggy hopes isn’t going to end with him going through a wall, and then plops down on Dr. Strange’s porch. He settles in beside her, and Matt perches beside him. Luke’s still sprawled in front of them, snoring again. They wait quietly for a good ten minutes, and the tension fades from the air.

Foggy’s just about to suggest they get up and start heading back the way they came when there’s another blast of orange magic — this time running in reverse, moving in towards an epicenter instead of out from it. It washes through them with a disorienting whoosh and leaves behind two dazed boyfriends in simple, cobbled-together costumes.

Foggy’s never been so happy to see a lopsided pipe cleaner halo in his life. He kisses Matt full on the mouth. Matt kisses back eagerly but is also the first to pull away.

“Not that, not that I’m, um, complaining but... What was that for?” he asks, baffled but clearly amused. “And... Where are we?”

So then Foggy has to explain, while watching Jess rip the cheap plastic fangs out of Luke’s mouth and stomp on them repeatedly, exactly how the four of them ended up in front of Dr. Strange’s creepy magic mansion.

“So anyway,” he finishes lamely, “I guess somebody saved the day or something, but we didn’t do much.”

Matt shakes his head.

“You did wonderfully.” He takes a deep breath, the way he always does when he’s gathering himself to say something emotional. “I love you.”

“Love you too, angel,” Foggy says, and the flush of embarrassed pleasure that colors Matt’s cheeks in response is sweeter than any candy.

[freewheelshippin]

30 utapri questions!

Thanks @dekiaibadchoices​ for the tag, this was an awesome way to wind down after a ton of nonstop busy busy busy!!! (and thanks for tagging this blog vs the general utapri one so i can REALLY gush LOL) Here’s the OG meme! 

1. Your best boy?

BANANAMAN RAN WHO ELSE  

2. Your least favorite boy?

“least favorite” implies dislike which...not true! truthfully it’s much of HEAVENS by nature of ‘I haven’t spent as much time getting to know these characters so I don’t really know who they are.’ (though I already know I love to go for drinks and snacks with Van hehe) i do like all of HEAVENS quite a bit from what i’ve seen so far but that affection has not had time to ripen! 

3. A character that you never thought you would love as much as you do now?

mnmnj ranran tbh 

4. A character you can relate to in any way?

I can’t answer everything with Ranmaru but like. His ambition, straightforwardness, and how the soul and spirit of music motivate him to move forward beyond a tough past are things I same hat so much ;; But HONESTLY I also relate a lot to Masa and Tokiya, especially in their moments of self-doubt and dramatic commitment to to their art? 

5. A character that you think deserves more love?

Oh, Cecil, without a doubt. He’s such a resilient, committed, and open-hearted cutie and gets really shafted by canon tbh. Which makes it harder for everyone to see what a great boy this sweetie is! But I appreciate how Shining Live has given him some room to have really cute and standout moments so everyone can love him more but okay like, give me more Ceci and Ran palling around I love him most when they’re up to shenanigans 

6. A character you would want as your partner?

well we’re posting this fuckin here so you all fuckin know (im very embarrass rn i can barely say it lmao) 

(for the record i would also very much like to be friends with reiji and syo, they are cool people i think i’d get along with! and i know myself, if i knew otoya or masato IRL i’d just be like ‘well. that’s my son now’ and basically appoint myself their tough big sis-type-friend lookin out for them lol) 

7. A character you would want as your mentor/senpai?

I would swallow a pinecone before I called him ‘onii-san’ but teach me how to network kotobuki-senpai 

(No, like, forreal, I suck so, so bad at a ton of stuff Reiji is aces at, and I respect the hell out of his *waves* general everything and skilll navigating the industry. Since I’m a goofy, jokey, overenthusiastic teacher for work a lot it’d be nice to be on the receiving end of all that energy! and be a fucking decent kouhai that isn’t so horribly unappreciative of all his hard work and good cheer ) 

8. Your favorite ship?

shut your whore mouth i dont have the marbles to write it out 

(tbh it’s also Haru/Tomo, I just feel so much more romantic chemistry between those two than Haru and any of the boys u___u  Friends’ selfship stuff goes without saying, haha, and ngl I’m kind of About a Ren/Van rivalry hatemance? can i call it a kismesis thing? it’s a kismesis thing.) 

(actually no I think I’m just a member of the “Ren Fucks and sometimes it’s Hatesex” club) 

9. A character that you want to cosplay/have already cosplayed?

I had plans to cosplay Ranmaru a couple months ago bc it’s really not much of a stretch for my wardrobe, haha, but I dunno about that anymore! Part of it was wanting the Euphoria of looking like a tough, twunky, princely anime character but tbqh I’m already that every day of my life so 

I suppose if you were to pull my leg I’d go for cosplaying Van, mostly because I wanna try that mullet on for myself. 

10. Favorite side character?

TOMO!! LOVE U BITCH WHEN WILL I HEAR U SINGGGGGG 

11. Your favorite solo song?

god this is horrible how can I decide??? so many good ones??? I think it’s a draw between Top Star Revolution, No. 1, Brand New Melody, Wild Soul, Seien Brave Heart, and Junketsu Nara Ai ~Aspiration~ ??? 

12. Your favorite duet song?

HMMMMM again too many good ones. Three-way tie between Haru Hana, NorthWind and SunShine, and Original Resonance! 

13. Your favorite trio song?

Ahhh Dream More than Love is really nostalgic bc it’s the first Utapri song I really loved, but i gotta be real. It’s just Egoistic. There’s just no getting better than Egoistic 

14. Your favorite group song?

mmmm i’m be basic. Poison Kiss 

15. Your least favorite song?

I love Ai and Shouta Aoi’s incredible voice but......I’m really not a fan of super slow, overly-saccharine songs. u__u so A.I. really, really doesn’t land with me, much less so than easygoing (like Knocking on the Mind) or somber (like Winter Blossom) songs. 

16. Your favorite singer?

ranran...it’s always ranran...

(I do also adore Natsuki’s and Camus’s voices! I tend to like deeper, richer vocal qualities, but you just can’t beat Ranmaru’s subtle growls and high-energy rock!!!! <3) 

17. Your favorite group/trio/duo?

god what combo of these idiots DONT i love? I could watch Reiji prank and tease Ranmaru all fuckin day, and I also really like it when Ran’s at his most ‘tuff big bro-y’ with, like, Ai, Otoya, and Cecil!!! but honestly I do like how the Ran/Masa/Ren trio isn’t so straightforward and is more or less held together by a thin string of professionalism, there’s something i appreciate about not forcing ppl to just bury the hatchet and be Perfect Friends but you all can still care about each other? (Ranmaru needs to be nicer to them still but...) 

i need to suggest one that isn’t ranmaru centric fjdsioafjsa i fuckin love Soccer Buds (otosyo) and I loooooove it when Otoya and Cecil are good to each other!!! 

18. Your favorite member of Starish?

they’re all my favorite but if you REALLY had to make me pick.....Masato, probably, haha. I just...if you take yourself too seriously and care so much about everything but still know how to be Nasty how can I not love you??? 

19. Your favorite member of Quartet Night?

what do you fuckin think, hoss 

20. Your favorite member of Heavens?

I mentioned earlier I don’t really know Heavens well, so ofc this is all liable to change! But off the bat I love what a conniving yet wholesome bastard Eiichi is and Van is just the kinda guy I would rib and pal around with IRL!! 

21. Your favorite seiyuu/voice actor?

Ahhh that’s tough! I love all these goofbags, and Tattsun really is just so cool and makes music I’m pretty about. But I think I gotta give it to Suwabe, his performances are always so him but still pretty varied, and how can you not adore a man who loves his chihuahuas that much??? 

(if i’m being 100% honest Tattsun lost points bc he voices my absolute least favorite character in granblue ffjsfjisda) 

22. Favorite Drama CD?

HMMMMMMM see as a certified Giant Tool for Everything Mecha and silly and extra, I enjoyed the hell out of Polaris, but it really suffers from a lack of Ranmaru in my humble fuckin opinion lmao. So even though I’m not one for pirate stuff most of the time, I gotta give it to Pirates of the Frontier!! I really loved Ranmaru and Otoya’s dynamic in that one, and Camus was juuuuust the right amount of shitheel, too. 

I haven’t heard the whole thing but that thing from Egoistic where Natsuki squeezes Ranmaru to death and Eiichi’s just like ‘WUAHAHAHAHAH’ is also the mcfuckin best. 

23. Your favorite shining live card?

CAN’T PICK 

HOW COULD I POSSIBLY PICK?????????? LIKE??? I love the fucking dumb, dumb, dumb ostentatiousness of Evil Villains, I LOVE a good heel, and I also worked so so hard to t1 that event and had a lot of fun doing it!! But also, I just love his big smile and all the energy and mixed prints from Fortune and Prosperity, and it was literally the first time I ever got the exact card I was rolling for in a gacha on the last pull I had left!! (He also came home during a time I was really going through some shit, and ngl it rescued me a little bit!) but AHHHH Soulful Bass also came out right around my birthday, I love all the textures in the outfit and it’s generally the most My Aesthetique thing Utapri has ever released!!! And god, I just love it when he’s so confident and in his element like this, it sets me on FIRE to see him light up the stage wurghjgfj ;___; They all make me just want to HUG SO MUCH ARGGHHHHH 

24. Your favorite song beatmap?

Ahhh I think Shining Live really has great beatmaps across the board so that’s a tough pick! Almost all of them are super fun in their own way, but I think I gotta hand it to Wild Soul, Top Star Revolution, and Innocent Wind! 

25. Your least favorite song beatmap?

A.I. u__u Sorry, Ai...it’s just not fun for me.

26. Black Deja Vu or White Gravity?

Actually I’m really glad for this question bc I’ve been so busy lately I hadn’t given myself the time to really check them out! checking ......... 

and yep. Black Deja Vu. (I mean...Ranmaru is on it, haha.) But I’m so about this. Love this heavier sound and all these harmonies, this is so juicy. (White Gravity also absolutely kicks ass though!! I’m really liking that voice group, it’s making especially good use of those higher registers!) 

27. Utapri merch that you own/want?

Honestly I don’t have much u__u Not a lot of Utapri merch is my thing...you know? I’m mostly shopping for Ran merch if I’m getting any, but I’m very picky about how he gets drawn? Keeping his toughness and a particular clothing style about him is so essential, haha, and barely anything hits that sweet spot for me. But I will say I adored the whole ‘My Favorite Things’ series, and if I had the budget and space atm I’d love to get some of the Ran goodies from that line! 

28. How did you get into Utapri?

I first heard about it through some acquaintances from cosplay before Quartet Night was a thing. It didn’t appeal enough to my heavy metal ass to make me drop everything and try it, but I did have an interest in it I couldn’t explain and I’d always intended on trying it out. (especially after I got into Love Live and idol anime for a bit.) But it was Shining Live that got me! And I really only downloaded Shining Live because I was super exhausted after a business trip, didn’t want to leave bed once I got back home, and just wanted to sink my teeth in something new I could enjoy for hours while lying down, haha.  

29. A set theme in shining live that you want to see in the future?

This will surprise nobody, but something tougher. More rock, more punk, more metal. I want all of them in studs and spikes and leather, and I want less polish. More rough! 

I’d also love a wrestler set complete with who’s-a-heel-who’s-a-face but that’s a pipe dream and a half, lmao. 

30. Why do you love your best boy?

Oh boy. 

I think he’s this powerhouse of a human bean who can face a ton of pain and meet it with a big middle finger. And that middle finger is chasing after ambitious dreams, of spreading the power and soul of the same music that made me who I am and influences so much of my work, but also being ... you know, smart about it? He’s an idol because like, sure, maybe it’s not the OG dream, but you can’t dream if you’re dead, and you also deserve to give yourself a life and platform to share some of who you are, and you can do a lot of good with that, too. (And I won’t lie, I respect the drama of a man who takes his hair that seriously and commits so hard to the aesthetic he wears fuckin mismatched contacts i just. charm point ) 

But at the same time....I don’t know, this might sound presumptuous, but. I think. I just think he’d think I’m as neat as I think he is. I’m an ambitious, passionate person, too, and I also furiously stick to my ideals, and I also love the same kind of soul of music he does. I lean a little more metal than I do rock, but I think that’s nice, like sharing it has that ‘alike but different’ kind of familiarity and novelty all at once. Sometimes it’s tough sharing just how deeply rock and metal have sculpted me and my artwork (and therefore my career), bc it’s so deeply personal to me, and sometimes there’s weird elitism/misogyny/racism to deal with, too. But. The way he talks about rock, the way he describes the passion and how it transcends identity and is just a pure rush of power and sharing your feelings..................it just feels like he Gets it the same way I do. Just that unspoken, burning passion and understanding. I know it sounds weird to feel that strongly over just a music genre, but I just vibe with how to him, it really isn’t ‘just’ a music genre. I feel more accepting of myself for it, and I’d like to think he’d be real proud of himself for that.  

And listen, like....I’m very sentimental, but I really don’t like saccharine, flowery, romantic kinds of affection to be lavished on me. Just be straightforward but also a little tsun about it fjdsjfas and ..... those are the kind of feelings I can accept. And that’s the way Ranmaru is, and it’s also grounded in the kind of reality that I don’t like to be swept away from. He’s just so cool and hardworking and unwavering in his passion, it makes it easier for me to do the same despite all the bumps in the road. This got real long but Ran’s a cool dude, haha, I got a lot of positives to say. 

Anyways, I never tag folks for these things, but I love seeing everyone’s answers! If you see this and wanna fill it, feel free to count this as a tag from me :) I know this got real long, but with 30 questions how could it not haha? Thanks for reading and sticking around! 

[just-another-winchester]

Unexpected Guests

You’re Not Alone - Chapter 9

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: None that I can think of

Word Count: 2209

Summary: You confront Dean’s ressurection with confusion and relief.

A/N: Other than my deepest apologies for the quality of the summary, I haven’t got much to say about this chapter. This, for me, in my mind, is where everything begins. I am working on a preview blurp for the series that I hope you all will read and enjoy. If you liked this, I encourage you to tell me! Share your feelings, as for every writer, feedback is what really helps motivate us. Love you all, thanks for reading!

FEEDBACK IS MY SUSTENANCE!!!!

You stared at the face of the man you'd loved, struggling with your emotions.

You felt like your brain was tricking you. You saw his face flicker between the soft warm look on his face now and the dead look from the last time you laid eyes on his face. He didn't do anything for a moment, for a solid minute you both just looked at each other.

You couldn't describe the look on Dean’s face. It was some sort of certainty and regret, his eyes locked on yours.

You were shaking, the knife in your hand quivering. You saw a bit of blood coming from a small cut you'd made on his neck. It was just blood, there was no sizzling or burning or anything… this… this was Dean.

Without even thinking, you dropped the knife and wrapped your arms around him immediately, wrapping around his neck and gripping him as tightly as possible. You wanted to believe this was real, you needed this to be real.

You felt arms wrap around you. God he was hugging you, he was holding you close. You thought you'd never feel that again. You gripped him as though your life depended on it, you never wanted to let go.

After another moment you pulled away, looking into his eyes yet again.

“I- I don't-” you stuttered out.

Dean gently gripped your arms.

“Hey, I know,” he said softly, a smile on his lips. “I'll explain, I promise.”

You accepted that and pushed yourself back into his arms, this time just cuddling up against his chest. You had to hear his heartbeat. Listen to the fact that he was alive.

Finally you pulled away again, and you felt suddenly drained. You moved quickly to allow the men into your apartment.

You were suddenly very self conscious of your home. You'd allowed no one into your apartment until now, and having them here… it just felt odd.

Now that the reunion was over, you felt strange, awkward. Exposed even. You swallowed as both Winchesters entered the apartment, you closed the door behind them and cleared your throat. You were still shaky but you'd regained your composure somewhat at least.

“Do you guys want a drink or anything?” you offered.

Sam shook his head, offering you a thankful smile. Dean on the other hand became the Dean you knew and loved.

“Hell yes. You got beer?”

You pursed your lips, damn this man.

You nodded slightly, a smirk slipping across your face.

“And pie,” you said to him.

He looked at you, his expression dropping to almost shock.

“I missed you so much,” he said, heading straight towards your kitchen.

The sincerity of his words made your heart skip a beat as you smiled. Dean immediately went to the fridge, grabbing a beer and the pie he saw on the stove top.

“So, does someone wanna explain what the hell happened? Last I checked, pie guy over here was spaghetti string and suddenly y'all are standing in my apartment.”

“Yeah, about that…” Sam said. You could hear Dean in the kitchen, opening and closing drawers in search of a fork as you stood to face the younger Winchester.

“Clean forks are in the sink, Dean,” you said to him, turning to see him already with a beer in his hand.

You turned back to Sam, Dean quickly coming up beside you with a fork and a mouthful of pie.

“You probably wouldn't believe it.” Sam said.

“You really think there's anything I wouldn't believe at this point?” you asked, turning to Dean.  “You need a plate for that?”

Dean looked at you, already with a smirk on his face from your previous statement.

“Nah I'm good,” he said, his mouth full of pie.

You rolled your eyes as you turned back to Sam. “Seriously, how is he alive? What did you do?”

“It wasn't me,” Sam said. “Trust me, I tried everything.”

“Sam, if it wasn't you, then what was it? How is he here?!” you demanded, getting impatient.

“An angel saved me,” Dean cut in.

You frowned. “A what now?”

“Yeah, an angel. Ya know, fluffy wings, halos, white nightgowns.”

“I know what an angel is you, nutjob. But, what are you talking about? I thought you said they aren't real,” you said to the guys.

“Yeah well, surprise,” Dean muttered, taking another bite of pie.

“Okay, so angels are real and they sent one to save Dean… why?” you asked.

Sam shrugged. “We don't know yet.”

“Well, I guess I can't really question it. We got him back at least.”

You took note of Sam's current state. He looked different since last you'd seen him. He was bulkier, and he'd grown taller. You also noticed that he looked tired, you weren't sure why, if maybe he just wasn't getting much sleep or whatever it was.

“Sam, you look beat, why don't you go lie down for a bit. I'm sure whatever business you have, it can wait long enough for you to rest up,” you said to the man.

Sam shook his head, opening his mouth to speak, but you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Do you really wanna argue with me? Go. Room is the end of the hall. Sleep tight,” you ordered.

Sam intelligently did as you said, sighing and walking off down the short hall to your room.

You turned back to Dean, who'd just finished the last of the pie.

You smirked and snatched the empty pie tin from his hands, walking back into the kitchen.

“Hey, I was gonna lick that,” he argued.

“Too bad. I wanna rinse it out,” you responded.

“These are nice digs you got here,” Dean said to you as you both entered the kitchen.

“Gee thanks,” you muttered.

“Hey, I mean it. You're doing well.” He insisted.

You ignored his words for the most part. Although you were so grateful that he was there to speak to you, you couldn't bear to talk to him about the life you'd made for yourself because he'd died.

You heard Dean sigh,

“Y/N,” he said softly, stepping closer to you. You could feel his hand gently take your arm as you set the pie tin in the sink, “talk to me.”

Talk to him? About what? He'd died. He was dead, that was the only thing you could think about right now. It was miserable. The life you had made here was out of desperation.

Aside from your mini armory in your room you had worked hard to hide any presence of your life with the boys, simply out of the fact that it was too painful to endure the same life without them, without Dean.

Dean repeated your name and you almost couldn't handle it.

“Sure Dean, what would you like to talk about? Weather's nice… gosh i have to remember to do my taxes. Oh yeah, how about 20 minutes ago I thought you were dead.”

You managed to pull yourself away from his grip, the distance you caused absolutely killed you.

“Y/n” Dean sighed

“I watched you die, Dean. I felt your body go limp in my arms.”

“Y/n” Dean repeated

“I buried you, I buried you and aside from your crappy music and that damn knife i buried every memory of my time with you!” You practically yelled

“Y/n” Dean said again, still calm

“You died! I had nothing left because Sam was bent on revenge and Bobby was being hunter operator and I had no one! I was alone! This time with no visions of someone to save me and give me hope… you left Dean… you left me.”

You'd separated yourself, from him, from that life, and now, you were standing opposite him, your arms crossed and head down. You couldn't hold back the tears.

You were so relieved to have him back, but you were angry about the time you'd lost with him. You blamed yourself, Sam, Lilith, you blamed Dean,  and you couldn't handle how close he was to you now.

You had forced yourself to forget, even though you never had, and now here he was.

“Y/n.” Dean said again, stepping forward carefully “First of all, my music is not  crappy.” he said, “I can't change what happened, okay. And I wouldn't want to. My brother is alive because of the choice I made. I'm not saying it didn't suck cause boy it did. But saving him, was worth it. I'm sorry for what that put you through, I'm sorry that you were alone because believe me that is the last thing I wanted,  but I'm back,  I'm here and I need you to believe that I will never do that to you again. Y/n I love you, and as long as I can help it I will make sure you are never alone again.”

Dean took slow steps towards you, you stayed exactly where you were until Dean was right in front if you. He placed his hands on your upper arms and looked you in the eye.

“Don't make promises you can't keep.” You warned him.

Dean actually had the nerve to smirk at that.

“I haven't.” He said softly.

You knew he could see the tears in your eyes, and he pulled you close. “Hey, c'mon. I'm here now, trust me. I won't let go again, not this time.”

You accepted his embrace and allowed your arms to wrap around him, trying hard to keep in the tears.

You allowed yourself to cling to him. He was here, he was alive. He loved you…

It felt like you stood there forever. Being near him, soaking in that familiar scent, the way it felt to have him near again.

“Ya know.. I don't remember you wearing dresses.” You heard Dean say, amusement in his voice.

You blushed, stepping back and looking up at him.

“I didn't own a dress before. It wasn't practical to wear something like this while on a hunt. I quit hunting, so i changed my wardrobe.” You answered with a slight shrug.

“Well, you have a point. I can’t really see you kicking ass in a skirt. But still, i like this look.” He winked at you, making you roll your eyes.

“Oh geez.” You sighed at the man, turning back to your sink to work on the dishes.

“So how long have you been back anyway?” You asked Dean softly,

“Not long. Bout a week, Bobby had to track you down from the last time you talked to him.” Dean answered.

You nodded, after Dean died you and Sam went separate ways, but you kept in touch with Bobby, just a little. Enough to know if he was alive, and to find out about Sam. You liked Bobby, he was like a fun uncle. He was a smart ass, but he was a pretty amazing guy underneath the dirt and flannel. To be honest the dirt and flannel added to the aesthetic of Bobby.

“He has my number he should have just pressed speed dial.” you pointed out,

“And what would he have said? Hm? Hey I need your address, I’m sending Sam and your dead boyfriend over for a visit.”

You rolled your eyes as you filled the sink with warm, soapy water.

“I don’t remember even saying you were my boyfriend.” You pointed out,

“Seriously? Isn’t it just a given at this point? I love you, you love me. You kick my ass for leaving you and now I’m alive and we’re one big happy family.” Dean noted, You chuckled.

“Uh huh, sure.” You muttered, “Well you’re right at least. I probably wouldn’t have believed him.” You sighed,

“Yeah, he didn’t believe it either. I knocked on his door and he tried to stab me with a knife.”

You snickered at Dean’s words, “Sounds like Bobby.” You muttered, “Love that guy.”

“Hm,” The man grunted, “I gotta take a leak, where’s your bathroom?”

“Right beside the bedroom, just go down the hall, door is open.” You said,

You heard Dean’s footsteps walk away and down the hall, the familiar sound of those clunky ass boots made your heart rise. He was back. You had so many questions, what about your job? Your apartment? This life you had made?

But none of that mattered. Dean was alive, and you would follow him anywhere. He wasn’t wrong, you loved him, more than anything, these things you had earned in your time of mourning meant nothing if there was no longer someone to mourne. This had been your attempt to forget the pain of losing him, but if he was here, you had nothing to forget.

You were skeptical, uncertain about a lot of the details, about leaving this life behind, but in retrospect, it had no meaning to you. It was the life you had created to move on, there was nothing to move on from.

You had an outline of a life you had not colored in yet, it was easy to leave, and if you had Dean at your side…

You would leave it behind happily, and go with him. No matter the cost.

You would not lose him again.

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Surprise Visit (Part 4)

Rating: Explicit

Category: M/F/M/M Fandom: Supernatural RPF Relationship: Reader/Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki/Misha Collins Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins Warnings: Smut, Adult Language Additional Tags: Omega!Reader, Alpha!Jensen, Omega!Jared, Omega!Misha, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

Word Count: 1775

Summary: Since Misha's heat has already gone and the reader's heat is now over, time for Jared's heat. A/N: Hey y’all! I know that it has been way too long since you have gotten another part of this series but, like I said before, I have been SWAMPED! With school, band, and life, I have had no time to write (but time to read smut). You will get another part for this series quicker than this one came. I’ve already started it and I have gotten pretty far so it will be out soon. Don’t forget to send in ideas for my 100 follower celebration and if you would do it! Hope you guys enjoy this, even though it’s shorter than the last part.

Surprise Visit Series Masterlist ~ Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Masterlist

**** Fast Forward 1 Week **** You and Misha had went to go get pizza, though Jensen didn't like you going out without him right after your heat. Your puppy eyes, Misha and Jared's reasoning, and Misha promising that he will call if something happens convinced Jensen to let you go. You were happy about being able to leave the house and Jared was happy to get some quality time with Jensen since he'd been somewhat ignored during you and Misha's heats. Currently, Jensen was laying on your bed with Jared laying his head on his chest. They were holding onto each other, scenting each other. Suddenly, Jared flinches and winces as a cramp goes through his lower body. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" Jensen asks urgently, looking down at Jared. "I, uh, I think my heat is coming soon." Another cramp goes through Jared, making him wince. "Really soon." Jensen sniffs the air and growls, "It is. God, you smell good. It'll probably be here tomorrow morning, maybe even tonight." Jared hums, "Mmm, can't wait. Need you, Alpha." "I know, Omega. 'M sorry that I've been ignoring you lately. It happens every time. I keep thinking of ways to include you but they keep going out the door once I get a whiff of their heat." "It's okay. I know that if you could stop it from happening, you would. If I was in your place, I would probably be doing the same thing that you're doing." Jared murmurs, wincing as another cramp goes through him. "It's probably coming tonight. Need Misha and Y/N/N." Jensen opens the link to you and Misha to speak to you. Y/N, Misha, try and hurry. Jared's heat is coming fast. Tomorrow morning at the latest, most likely tonight. He needs you two. Jensen tells you and Misha. Okay, we got the pizza and we're walking out of the door. Be home in about 10 minutes. Misha sends back, looking at you. Hold on Jared, we'll be there soon. You send to Jared, along with waves of comfort and love. You and Misha get in the car and try to get home as fast as you can. ~~~~ You put the food down on the kitchen counter before following Misha into your room. Jared's laying down with his head on Jensen's chest, covered in a thin sheet of sweat. "Oh, Jared." You whisper, getting on the bed and cuddling up to him. Misha follows you, gets behind you, and wraps his arms around you to hold onto Jared. You four lay there for a while. Jared's has heat gone down a little since you and Misha got there. "Jared, if you think you can, you should probably eat something before your heat really starts." Jensen says quietly. "Okay." Jared says quietly, sitting up. You four go into the kitchen to start eating the forgotten pizza. ~~~~ Later that night ~~~~ While Jared was sleeping in your room, you, Misha, and Jensen watch TV. The silence other than the TV is broken when Jensen speaks. "What am I going to do, guys?" "What do you mean?" Misha asks, turning his attention towards Jensen. "I always end up ignoring Jared when your guys' heats come up. I don't like doing that considering it's right before his heat. I keep trying to figure out how to avoid it but they go out the window as soon as your heats start. I hate it and I feel so bad for doing it." "It's not your fault, Jensen. It's instinct, you know that." Misha says, putting his hand on Jensen's knee. "I know and I know that Jared knows but it doesn't stop the guilt." Jensen muttered. "Not saying that it's a hundred percent guaranteed but we can try and remind you to try and include Jared." You pipe up. "Yeah, we can do that." Misha adds. "Thanks, guys. I really hope that that helps n-" Jensen halts as his senses pick up on a strong whiff of heat and a whimper from the direction of your room. "You guys smell that?" "Mmm, yeah." Misha hums, lips turning up. "Guess his heat couldn't wait." You say, smirking. The three of you start to smirk at each other. "Let's go help our mate." Jensen gets up and starts to make his way into your room with you and Misha tagging along behind him. Jared mewls once he smells you guys in the room and opens his eyes to look at you. "Alpha, please. Need your knot. Please." Jared pleads reaching out for Jensen. "Shh, shh, Omega. I'll take care of you." Jensen comforts, climbing over Jared and kissing him softly on the lips. You and Misha stand there, quietly, waiting for instruction while watching Jensen and Jared kiss. The waiting starts to become unbearable as Jensen's shirt comes off, his pants following. "You two can play together as well, you know." Jensen says, looking over his shoulder at you. The speed that you and Misha use to get your clothes off makes Jensen chuckle as he goes back to kissing Jared. You are about to follow Misha onto the bed when Jensen halts you. "Y/N, get your guys' plugs." You grab all three plugs and bring them onto the bed with you. As soon as you're laying on the bed, Misha is hovering over you, looking into Y/E/C eyes. "What?" You ask, smiling. "No matter how many times I look into your eyes, I'm always enthralled by their beauty. By your beauty." "Well, I can most definitely say the same for you." You flirt back, blushing a little. You lift your head up to meet his lips. The touch of your lips together causes Misha to start to passionately kiss you. You put your everything into the kiss. The two of you kiss for a bit before a loud 'fuck' distracts you both. The exclamation came from Jared as Jensen took the head of his cock into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the tip. Seeing Jensen sucking Jared's cock gave you an idea. Before Misha could ask what the mischievous smile on your face meant, you had flipped him and took his cock in your mouth, bringing a loud moan from him. "Fuck, Y/N. Right there! Oh god!" Misha moans and gasps as you lick the sensitive spot right under the head of his cock. Jared moans as Jensen does the same thing on him. Unknowingly to Jared and Misha, you and Jensen are communicating telepathically and tag teaming them. Every time you do something to Misha, Jensen does the same to Jared, resulting in beautiful moans coming in unison. "Jensen! Please! Just fuck me! Please!" Jared pleads, writhing. What do you think? Should I fuck him now? Jensen sends to you. Hmm, I think so. Only if you fuck him with your fingers first. You send back, teasing. Oh, of course. Couldn't forget that. Jensen teases back.

You and Jensen put three of your fingers at Jared and Misha's mouth, both of them sucking them in greedily. The groan that you and Jensen make around the cocks in your mouths make them moan and buck their hips. Once your fingers are deemed wet enough, you put yours at your entrance while Jensen puts his at Jared's. At the same time that you sink a finger into yourself, one is sunk into Jared. Misha echoes yours and Jared's moans. Every time Jensen adds another finger in Jared, you do the same to yourself. "Oh! Alpha! Please! I need your knot so bad! Jensen plea- Oh god!" Jared cuts off on a moan as Jensen finds his prostate. Jensen continues to massage Jared's sweet spot, turning Jared into a sobbing, whimpering mess. "Oh fuck, Jensen! I-I'm gonna-" Jared shouts as he comes hard around Jensen's sinful fingers, shooting down his Alpha's throat. You think he's ready? Jensen sends to you. Yeah. Plus, I don't think I can wait much longer. You send back. When Jensen slips his fingers from Jared's hole, you do the same with yourself, the both of you moaning. You move up to straddle Misha while Jensen gets into position with Jared. "Alpha, please. I need you so bad." Jared whines. "Shh. I'm gonna take care of you, my beautiful Omega." Jensen coos, putting himself at Jared's entrance Ready? You send to Jensen. Always. Jensen sends back. You sink down onto Misha's cock the same time that Jensen thrusts into Jared. Loud moans come from all four of you. "God, you're tight." Jensen growls. "Y/N, fuck." Misha grits through his teeth. "I'm going too." You whisper, smirking a little. "Alpha, please. Fuck me. Need you to knot me. Fill me with your pups." Jared whines, grinding onto Jensen's cock. Jensen growls, "I'll fuck you alright," before pulling out slowly and thrusting back in hard, Jared crying out. You follow his lead and lift up on Misha's cock before slamming back down, Misha's cry echoing Jared's. You and Jensen both start to fuck Misha and Jared, thrusting hard and fast at the same time, making the Omegas under you moan and whine for more. The hard and fast pace that you and Jensen set have all four of you hurdling towards your orgasms. Misha reaches up to play with your breasts and pinch your nipples, making you moan louder than you already were. "Misha! Fuck, that's good. Oh!" You cry out as Misha tilts his hips, his cock hitting that pleasure spot deep inside you. "Alpha! Please! So close! Come! Wanna come on your knot! Oh, fuck!" Jared moans, bringing everyone, mainly Jensen, closer to the edge. "Fuck, Jared. Gonna fill you with my pups. Gonna knot you! Oh, fuck!" Jensen cuts off on a growl as he shoves his knot into Jared, shooting Alpha come into him. Jared shouts Jensen's name as he comes, squeezing around Jensen's knot. The look of pleasure on Jared's face pushes you over the edge, making you moan as you come. The contracting of your muscles around his cock causes Misha to follow you over the edge, moaning as he shoots inside you. The room became full with the sound of you four catching your breath. Jensen lays himself and Jared on their sides the same time as you lift of off Misha and lay next to him. Misha gets behind you to spoon you before slipping his cock back inside of you, making you moan. "I love you guys." Jared murmurs before falling asleep, resting before the next wave of his heat hits him. "We love you too, Jared." You, Jensen, and Misha whisper before following Jared into dreamland.

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I usually have answer for questions like these...but what specifically about Mobius: XYL made it so horrendous that not even someone with actual writing talent like Flynn could save it? I'd say that it was just a blank slate and that any competent writer could fix it.

*Sighs, pulls out a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass. Pours the glass. Takes the shot* 

Alright, before I get into the specifics, I’m gonna contextualize a few things for you. I want you to picture a comic book, one built primarily (but not exclusively) around action, and despite the intense quality issues it tends to suffer from its still pretty popular, with a fairly vocal fanbase. One day a character is teased- the daughter of a major character, hinting towards an amazing story that will show the future of your favorite characters. Years past, the hype builds up. A hint of what’s to come is given in a story where this mystery character is featured, pulling forth an intriguing scenario in which her father, one of the heroes, will become a villain years later. 

Finally it is announced- at long last, this much anticipated storyline is going to happen! We’re going to see the future of the setting, the future of the characters and their offspring! Oh, what things will await? What mysteries will build in the interim? What new villains will operate in the future? What will the children of the heroes be like? 

Well, eventually, the storyline finally comes. All that waiting, all that excitement and hype, all of that theorizing... and all it amounted to was a fart in the wind, all noise and fury signifying nothing. 

That, in a nutshell, was Mobius 25YL. 

Now let us get into specifics. Forgive me if I miss anything, for there is a LOT to get into, so I’ll just summarize what comes off the top of my head. 

-Firstly, there was Lara-Su herself. Oh, poor Lara-Su. That’s really one of the great tragedies of the Pre-Flynn era. She had the design. She had the concept. She had the hype- people were doing fanart and fanfiction of her long before she debuted properly in the book. And then 25YL came along, and what we saw was... 

....yeah, that. See, it turned out that she wasn’t being trained as a guardian. She was just a normal leading a normal teenage life, and my GOD it was boring. Our opening scene involves her thumping her stupid cousin on the head with a book for insulting the Guardians, and this? This is how she became a Guardian. After everything we had been led to believe, everything we had been wanting to see, the mysterious, much-anticipated Daughter of Knuckles... turned out to be a whiny, entitled little rich girl who literally whined her way into being a Guardian. Not that we got a chance to see her tenure as a guardian, oooh no- it was FAR more important to see her sweet sixteen and a sleepover with her friends, and of course pool party antics. Which brings us to the next point....

-...namely that this story went *nowhere*. Like it was literally the last few issues that the damn plot moved forward and reached a climax. THe build-up took a back seat to what Penders evidently felt was what the audieance REALLY wanted- DOMESTIC DRAMA! Marvel in Lara-Su getting in fights at school because someone had an opinion! Wonder in the glories of her sweet sixteen! Behold the pool parties! Amaze at Sonic’s son being a little pervert! Hey, do you know what we needed more of? Sonic and Knuckles getting in a belching contest at a dinner party! And so on and so forth- the whole thing was basically a domestic drama, a really, really cheesy and badly written one, and these aspects of the story overtook everything else. Even worse, this story dragged on and on and on at a snails pace, and as I said, the only remotely exciting thing happened literally within the last few issues, with the build up being drawn out and unengaging. 

-The future was boring. Very, very boring, and even worse, we were told exactly how it got that way. What portions of the story weren’t dedicated to observing the Domestic Life Of The Teenage Echidna were spent infodumping and expositing about the events of the past that led to the present time. And at the present time? Everything was so peachy and perfect it could make you sick. There was no danger, no new menaces to fight in the Post-Robotnik Mobius, everything was just bland and happy and nooo real problems whatsoever. The Kingdom of Acorn now ruled Mobius, and Angel Island was now a superpower, and all the enemies of the past were either defeated or domesticated (more on that below). There was nothing to draw people in. No conflict to engage the readers. Even worse, ss this at the time was regarded as ‘the’ future and not just a ‘What-If’ (the debate of which caused an infamous feud between Penders and Bollers), the exposition ensured that there could not even be a potential mystery in figuring out how things got to this point, because the entire future was now laid bare before us. And since we now knew that this achingly perfect and tranquil future was to come, and exactly HOW Eggman was going to be defeated, there was little reason to become invested in past stories. What’s the point of sticking around when you know how its all gonnna go? Every conflict that took place in the past was now rendered irrelevant thanks to this future, which pretty much gave away the ending. 

-On top of all that, the developments of the characters from the past who were featured in this future were... nonsensical, and in some cases deeply insulting. Knuckles, for example, who had grown up in the wilderness away from cities and the like, was now in a position of power as not only Guardian but the head of the EST, and living very comfortably in a manor, with a maid of all things. Even accounting for the fact that the years change people, this doesn’t really feel like the kind of life Knuckles would ever want to live or COULD ever want to live, instead feeling like a reflection of Penders’ own ideal for what a happy ending should look like. Worse though was what happened to Julie-Su... while her depiction as such was not always very stellar, there was at least a token amount of effort applied to depicting her as a capable soldier and action girl, and prior to the release of this he swore up and down that she would STILL be a badass. This was false. This was very, very false. She was pretty much a stay at home mom who did upkeep on the house, acting as a *painfully* cliche ‘50s Housewife’ at utter odds with her prior depiction. While there is nothing wrong with being a domestic or anything like that, the fact was that this was definitely not how anybody ever wanted to see Julie-Su, and even worse, despite Penders’ touting of the ‘non-traditional’ nature of their marriage (which I should add was a reflection of the fact that he and his own wife operate under a common-law marriage), the fact of the matter was that the marriage was even MORE tradtional and bland than most marriages in media at that time. 

And it didn’t end there either. Sonic was now King of the world and pretty much going through a midlife crisis, and Sally, who actually WAS a leader of men during her youth and Queen of Mobius, was now happy and content with taking a backseat to Sonic and letting him make all the major decisions. There are many arguments about whether or not Sonic should have ever been a king or if it fits his character, but the point of order is, nobody at all wanted to see THIS from Sonic, or Sally. The decision to make him King was especially baffling because in real life, that’s not how European monarchy’s work. Sonic is not nobility, and even if he were, his lower rank would ensure that he would only ever be a prince or a regent at best, while Sally would be the one calling the shots thanks to her being higher ranked than him to begin with. 

And then there was Lien-Da. Recall how I said some threats became domesticated? Well this here is Exhibit A- wanna now what kind of future Lien-Da has after a lifetime of terrorism, deceit and murder? She’s living comfortabltly in suburbia with her son (with no mention or hint of who the father could be), and is just so gosh darned chummy with her half-sister that they gossip like a couple of old hens. I mean sure, Lien-Da helped murder Julie’s mother and their father, and then had Julie mindwiped twice-over, to say nothing of spending generations trying to murder the Guardians, but it’s all coooool, brah! No hard feelings, no bad blood whatsoever! Why, even Dimitri himself confirms that all of Lien-Da’s ambitions would never ever come true anyway, so hey, why carry a grudge? Family trumps all!

Yeah, I digress. Whatever people envisioned for the future of the characters they loved, this wasn’t it. At all. 

-The kids sucked, both as characters and from a design standpoint. For visuals, Lara-Su got off easy, having a reasonably unique and recognizable design that made her an instant hit with a lot of fans... the fact that Penders didn’t design her might have had something to do with that though. Everyone else? Clone children. Clone children as far as the eye can see. Literally they were all just traces of their parents with different clothes, and they had even less going on with regards to personality. The one with the most distinct personality was Manik, who was such a loathesome little creeper that everyone kind of wished he really WAS just as bland and forgettable as everyone else. While obviously children are gonna resemble their parents, making them flat out clones was just a step too far (sadly this would plague the sequel series as well). There have been many fan ideas and conceptions of what the children of our heroes would look like- all of them were better, or at least made more of an effort, than this. 

-While the book might have been called “Mobius: 25 Years Later”, it was actually more like “Angel Island Twenty Five Years Later”. Given that this storyline started out as a special called Knuckles: Twenty Years Later, this isn’t really that unexpected, but for a storyline that billed itself as the future of Mobius itself, the focus on Angel Island at the expense of everything else left a bad taste in everyone’s mouth. WHile it would be impossible to cover everyone, it was Knuckles and his family that got the most coverage, with the extended cast getting cameos or token mentions regardless of how important they were in the past. Bunnie and Antoine didn’t show up, Tails only showed up much later, we barely get any action from the other Chaotix... you get the idea. Even worse, Knuckles was pretty much revealed to be the destined savior of the planet, the one to finally defeat Eggman instead of Sonic, and the reveal of what was causing problems in the future would eventually be revealed to be SOnic’s fault! The Knuckles favoritism was incredibly grating, and incredibly disappointing. People wanted to see the future of *Mobius*, not JUST all the parts most relevant to Knuckles. This was the storylien that really did much to establish how little Penders cared about the title character of the series and how hellbent he was on ensuring the ‘legacy’ of his personal pet despite the Knuckles series having been gone for years by that point. 

-On a retroactive front, the reveal of Rotor being gay, or rather the rationale and circumstances of it, did a lot to taint the perception of the series. Even when the series was going on, Penders hinted that one of the cast was gay, and didn’t reveal who it was until years after he had left the book...it just happened to be Rotor, who just happened to be tortured in the new 30YL storyline while his supposed lover, Cobor, was dead. That he timed the reveal in such a way that it made Flynn look like a homophobe was suspect enough, but his reasoning behind the reveal was especially troubling, with him declaring that Rotor was gay due to his shyness. Adding insult to injury, there was absolutely no chemistry between Cobor and Rotor, like at all. In a fandom where two characters so much as looking at eachother too long can result in shipping, this was especially noteworthy, as nobody at all shipped Cobor and Rotor before the reveal... and after, for that matter. Penders loudly patting himself on the back for this despite how little he had done in-story to indicate it did a lot to taint the storyline in people’s eyes, and forever made Rotor’s sexuality a touchy subject due to knowing that Penders would always be eager to take credit for it despite having done nothing to build it up. While there was only so much one could really do at the time it was written, that doesn’t excuse the fact that there was so little affection and so little to read into with regards to Cobor and Rotor, due to the fact that believable, human interaction is well beyond Penders’ capacity as a writer. 

There is probably more I am not considering. Anyone who has anything to add is free to do so. But in conclusion? For everything that this story promised to be, and for all the ways that promise was broken, this whole thing became a black hole of wasted potential, a vortex of suckage that would consume everything in proximity, and that is why despite everything, a lot of people are not that eager to see it re-visted, believing that its just impossible to un-anchor it from the awful, awful story that spawned, and that there is nothing worth salvaging from it. 

They might have a point.