#googles why is my son not normal

[strange-aeons]

BORGER

[pleasantglitterflower]

BURROW FAMILY

The knife was dropped on the wooden board with force, she sighed tiredly, squeezed her eyes tightly, wondering if that was really real, but the crying on the second floor and the baby monitor confirmed it.

Amanda washed her hands, leaving the unfinished dinner in the kitchen and hurriedly went upstairs with her strategic spare bottle.

Only then did she realize that she might have hurt her fingers with the knife, she quickly looked at her hand and saw that there was no blood, so he was probably fine.She arrived at her youngest son's room with his little brother.

-Peter, come see what the fuss is about, you're being a good big brother. She smiled at the boy who hurried to find a toy for his little brother to try to calm down.

-Mommy, why is this boy crying so much?It was the firstborn's turn to appear, as always, complaining.

-I don't know, honey, but since you're already 9 years old, how about helping Mommy and doing some research on Google? She suggests, picking up the baby and trying to make him stop.

-He's annoying. - The boy walks away, returning to his room.

-Okay, Gunner, your brother loves you too. - She sighs, trying to make the youngest one take the bottle at once.

-Mommy, why does he always drink milk with that powder? - Gunner takes the opportunity to ask, and only then does Amanda realize that she needs to shake the bottle more since all the powder has settled at the bottom.

-Your brother is sick, and the more he drinks this, the better he gets - she tries to explain.

Dealing with everyone's curiosity has been difficult, she doesn't know how to say it.

-Ash, honey, can you get your brother's blanket for me? I think he's cold. - Amanda calls to the girl, who appeared at the bedroom door with a doll and some of her jewelry hanging from her neck and ears.

-You look so pretty, my love.- Amanda is surprised by the girl's face smeared with mascara and her expensive lipstick.

-If he were a girl, I would get him, but he's a boy, boys are silly. - She leaves, stomping her foot.

Amanda sighs. The only time everyone decides to be disobedient is when she's holding him in her arms. The older ones are jealous of the younger one, and rightly so. For over a year, they haven't talked about anything else except what Ben is feeling, what Ben needs, if Ben went to the doctor, how Ben woke up. Ever since the complications started, even before he was born, the children started to rebel.

Gunner stays quiet in his room, plays the little his father allows him, studies and is responsible for teasing everyone. On rare occasions, he manages to hug his parents and siblings and live normally. Ashley, at 7 years old, is leaving her princess phase and entering what she calls her diva era. Now the girl alternates between ripping her dolls' clothes and going to her mother's closet to try to grab something within her reach, which rarely happens, leaving only the makeup on the sink, which Amanda still doesn't know how to get to. Peter always appears when the subject is his younger brother. Amanda thought he felt some special closeness, since he was barely three years old. That is until she discovered that he was just desperately trying to shut up his younger brother, so he could go back to the comics that he doesn't understand at all. He just laughs at the pictures and then throws them away. -Gunner, can you get your brother's blanket for me? - Amanda goes to the door to make it easier for him to hear her, without taking Ben's bottle away. She knows what's going to happen.

-I can't, I'm watching a live stream - The boy shouts, irritating Amanda.

-Of course, because the live stream is more important than helping your mother cover your cold brother - She snorts tiredly.

-That's right -The boy retorts.

Ben ended up spitting out the milk, making her quickly pull the bottle away and do some juggling to make sure he didn't choke or drop the bottle.

Only then did she realize something: his skin, despite the goosebumps, was hot, which could only mean one thing: another fever.

After the chaos of the afternoon, Joe came home from training at night, when everything was under control, Peter was calmly watching TV, Ash had taken a shower and had his hair properly combed, Gunner was in a good mood, since he found a candy in the fridge, and not forgetting Ben who, after a call with the pediatrician, managed to control Amanda's fever without needing medication.

-How did they behave today, General? -Joe salutes Amanda.

-Gunner was the worst, I think you need to have a little talk with him, Ash continues to act like daddy’s little princess and Peter, thank God, I only hear his laughter when he’s watching comics or TV. - She explains, finishing collecting the children’s plates, while Gunner helps to tidy everything up.

Joe signals for her to come closer, stealing a kiss and earning a grimace from her.

-How’s Ben? He asks quietly, already aware of the commotion that occurs when someone asks about the boy.

-He has a little fever. She also speaks quietly, glancing back. Gunner is distracted, putting everything in the dishwasher.

-I’m going to take a shower and see how he’s doing. - Joe approaches to try to hug her, but Amanda is quick to pull away.

He just scratched the back of his neck, not knowing what to do. It's not the first time she's run away from him or acted harshly. He knows that everything has been difficult, but he doesn't know how to help solve everything, whether it's the children's mood, Ben's health or their marriage.

The truth is that Amanda has always been rational and practical, unlike Joe, who was too sentimental and romantic. The last time he saw his wife guided by passion and emotion was when he proposed to her and it didn't take long for them to get married.

Ben sleeps like an angel in his crib. Joe took the opportunity to gently caress his little hand.

Eating in silence has become a routine. Amanda insists that the children eat early so they can go to bed early, which gives Joe little time with them. He only spends his free time when he tries to do something with everyone. Most nights are like this, with him at an empty table, Amanda on the phone eating a salad.

-How long are you going to follow this crazy diet? He starts a conversation.

-It's healthy, I'll follow it until the nutritionist changes it. -She answers without looking at him.

-I said I just wanted to get your body back, you're already much thinner than before...Joe is cut off.

-That's your opinion.She ends the subject.

Joe simply doesn't see any way to talk to her.

-I only care if you're healthy.

-She's trained to tell me to eat things that will make me healthy, so yes. - Joe decides to change the subject.

-Did you see that the new season of Ru Paul is coming out?

-So what?She continues to ignore him.

-Well, we always watched it at night and... Joe is cut off again.

-I don’t have time for this. - She quickly gets up.

In a few minutes, she washed what was in front of her, put some things away and went upstairs completely automatically. Watching the drag show was their time to relax, laugh, cry, but do something that was definitely just theirs. But since the problems with Ben, it was yet another thing that had changed.

The next night, after a busy day, the children’s dinner is too chaotic.

-It’s your fault he’s a boy, I don’t like you. -Ash pouts and turns his face to Amanda, who takes a deep breath.

-Honey, I’m going to teach you something called biology, okay, remember that. If your brother is a boy, it’s your father’s fault. - Amanda smiles at the girl.

Ash went from angry to confused in minutes, her face changed, the girl felt betrayed by her father, in a jump she jumped out of the chair and started running and screaming around the house.

-I hate you, daddy

The phrase echoes in every corner, while she spins from one side to the other until Joe arrives and hears that.

-Why does daddy's little princess hate me? He asks the girl offended.

The girl with blond curls stamped her foot and was firm.

-Ben is a boy and it's your fault, I hate you, mommy told me everything - She says indignantly.

Joe had to hold himself back from laughing at her trying to confront him.

-Don't be like that, we can give you a little sister

-Can you? She seems to calm down.

-Yes, mommy doesn't want one -Joe finishes.

At the same time, Ashley went to Amanda who holds herself back from cursing Joe.

-Mommy, I want a little sister. Her name will be Jasmine. She has to be a redhead. The girl demands.

-That's great, honey. We have two options: we adopt or your dad finds another mother for your sister. What do you think? - Amanda responds, irritated by the subject.

Ashley blinks slowly, thinking about what she heard. Meanwhile, Joe is busy messing up Peter's hair, who is trying to finish eating.

Ashley quickly opens her mouth and starts to cry. The girl's face turns red. She tilts her head back and her mouth is wide open, intensifying her crying.

-Daughter, you don't have to cry about this - Amanda asks.

-Ben cries all the time for nothing. I have a reason. - She says with some difficulty.

Amanda gets up, going to the fridge and getting a

-Stop crying, eat some chocolate, you love chocolate - The girl slaps her hand.

-Ash, mommy was playing - Joe tries to explain, only then does Amanda realize why she is crying.

-I hate you, you're going to find us another mommy and you didn't give me a sister -She says again.

Joe sighs heavily, sitting on the floor to be closer to her.

-Ashley, your mommy was playing with you, you don't have another mommy and you can't control whether your siblings are boys or girls, we all know that Gunner would look much better in a dress and a bow - Joe jokes, earning a grimace from the older boy.

-Promise me you won't have another mommy? - She wipes her face, looking at him with fear awaiting his answer.

-I promise

But Ashley didn't believe it.

When she understood the reason for her crying, Amanda thought about divorce for the first time. That gave her two thoughts: the first was what her life would be like without Joe, and the second was how difficult it would be for them.

Joe and Amanda had to go to Ashley's room together to put her to bed, since she was still scared.

-You don't have to think about those things, you hear me? - Amanda said to the girl sitting on the bed, her eyes still red.

-Do you promise? - She asked. Amanda could hear the fear in the girl's voice.

She didn't know how to answer that, or maybe she just didn't have the strength to do so. She decided to hug her.

-I love you.Amanda kissed her forehead, and she smiled shyly.

-I took your Snow White blanket, I don't want to see Daddy's little princess crying over nothing anymore. Joe appears, opens the blanket and covers her, leaving a kiss on her cheek just as an excuse to tickle her.

He then hugs Amanda's neck, who is sitting on the edge of the bed.

-I want you to know that Daddy loves Mommy and won't leave her and she won't leave me either, because we love each other, we've known each other since Peter was old and I've always been proudly her soulmate and she's mine, soulmates don't live apart, because if they do they get so sad that they end up dying, you know?  Joe questions the girl who denies it.

-So you can never be apart - The girl deduces.

-That’s right, if not, daddy will die of sadness, I love your mother so much, that’s why, daughter, don’t worry, I’ll never leave her, you hear me?  Joe’s words, while he rocks her in this boat, seem to run through her mind.

-Isn’t that right, honey? He asks her.

-Yeah - Amanda agrees, a little out of it.

Ashley went to sleep peacefully, while Amanda and Joe are still confused.

-I shouldn’t have said that, she’ll keep bugging me - Amanda reminds him.

-It’ll be nice to have another girl.

-Joe, I don’t want any more children, I think we’ve had enough a long time ago, especially after Ben, I can’t bear to go through that again. Amanda is sincere, leaving her cream on the sink and looking at him.

-Okay, no problem, I just imagined it, it was really hard for all of us, I know it’s been even harder for you. He agrees.

-We all suffered equally, the children felt it, you felt it, Ben felt it - She states, she hates the narrative of being weak or showing how much it affected her regardless of the situation.

-That’s why I thought about a surrogate mother, she’ll have our DNA, but someone else will have the child - Joe replies.

Amanda stopped everything she was doing.

-You understand that I said I don’t want any more children, it’s not just that part, it involves raising the child too.

-And Ashley, she’ll grow up in a house with so many boys, with no one to play with, to keep her company, that’s horrible, even more so when there are going to be three boys, I had brothers and you did, you know how important and good it is.

-Exactly, she already has brothers, they’ll be great company for her - Amanda insists.

-I just think we can talk about it later, calmly, think about the idea, it’s just an idea.

Amanda just ignored him.

-We have a big, happy family. Another child would be welcomed and loved, I'm sure. - Just like Ben? She asks him as she leaves the bathroom. -It's just siblings' annoyance. Tell me, whether your siblings are younger or older, they've never said they hate you? - Joe asks her. -We have plenty of rooms in the house. We have space, we have time, we have money, we're young and we have love to give. What's the problem? - Joe sits down next to Amanda on the bed, making it impossible for her to lie down and ignore him. -Have you ever thought about what would happen if our marriage ended? She asks him impulsively. Joe's eyes widened. -It wouldn't be fair to them. The room quickly became agitated. -Why should I think about that? It doesn't make any sense. - He stares at her.

-This divorce thing doesn't exist, you heard me, it doesn't exist, forget what Ashley said, my love, she was just scared, there's no reason to think about it - he gave a weak smile and got up.

But the following days were strange, especially for Joe.

He woke up in the middle of the night, with her fiddling with something, he threw the blanket aside, seeing Amanda already with a bag.

-What's wrong? He sighs trying to wake up.

-Ben has a high fever, I'm going to take him to the doctor - she says, going to the door to leave the room.

Joe gets up quickly.

-Wait a minute, I'll go with you

Amanda huffs irritably, turning to her husband.

-There's no point in both of you going, if I'm already going, stay home - Amanda leaves the room slamming the door.

Joe ran his hands through his hair, not knowing what else to do. The hours passed and he couldn't sleep a wink. He went to check if the others were okay. He called Amanda to try to find out something, but the calls ended. He went to the living room, where he didn't notice what time he ended up hanging up.

In the morning, he woke up to the excitement of the children. Seeing that she had arrived, Peter went to him on the couch to give his father a little hug. Joe decided to go see Ben, who was awake and a little agitated, since he was now eight months old and learning to crawl. That's why the bedroom door had gained extra protection.

He decided to go get ready, since he had training and had no excuse not to go, but when he got to the kitchen, he decided to rethink things.

-You know, I think we should hire a nanny. It would be good to have someone who can always be around, sharing the work. If I could, you know, I would spend the day here with you, but... - He gives the idea when he sees Amanda with her eyes a little purple, probably from tiredness.

-Do you think I’m so incapable that I can’t take care of them? She takes it as a provocation.

-I think everyone needs to help to make things easier, I can see that all of this has been heavy for you and I don’t want you to be overwhelmed with any of this, I don’t know if you don’t want a babysitter, we can call my parents, your parents, I don’t think they’ll mind spending time with their grandchildren - Joe tries to fix it.

-They’re our responsibility, I can’t make other people come here, put their lives on hold, because of our decisions, that’s ridiculous - Joe realizes that the conversation isn’t going to get anywhere.

-I think the night was hectic, I’m going to take the kids to class, who wants to go to class with daddy? - He gets their attention and they quickly perk up.

-Joe, go to your training, you're going to be late, you know I take them every day - Amanda asks.

-You know I'm not late, I'll take them and go straight to training, in the meantime you stay here with Peter and Ben - Joe tries to change the routine, seeing that she's not in the best shape to drive by the tired look on her face.

Joe went upstairs, going to get his training equipment and when he came back to his surprise, they had already left.

Amanda didn't need much to realize that it really wasn't the best option to drive, right now with the sun still weak at 7 in the morning and everything too still, but luckily everyone arrived safely, she took the opportunity to stop at a coffee shop and get a coffee to try to stay awake, but it was definitely not the best idea.

They have known each other forever, their parents are friends. After so many years as inseparable friends in their teens, their neighbors, friends, uncles and brothers started saying that they would end up getting married and that in fact, they had always been in love with each other, which made them both very stressed.

They did the same thing when they were 15, they started pretending to hate each other and getting involved with other people to shut everyone up, until they were 17 and Joe said he was going to move to the capital. There was no way to put it off and just accept it. They really liked each other a lot. They didn't date for long, until they decided to get married and give in to their love.

-Well, now that the kids are getting older, you must be dying to start living your own life, right? You were so young when you decided to get married, you were only 18 - A neighbor of Joe's parents was there.

-Now you can have a nanny or put them in various complementary activities and you can have a hobby, maybe even a job, but I think that with your age and lack of experience, it will be difficult 

Amanda felt the glass start to warm her hand, she just watched the lady more like a robot.

-You know, you need to live individually, like something that is only yours, he must love having total control over you, even financially, but that will not be good for your future

The words run through Amanda's already empty and silent mind, who just wanted to sleep.

-Being a trophy wife is amazing, but what comes next? Everyone always criticizes feminists, but if they get divorced, they will have a good structure to start over and normally, they do not hide completely behind the man, they usually have a voice

-Amanda dear, I think you need to start living your life and think about yourself a little" the worried tone makes her wake up.

-Thank you. She said and left in a hurry.

The conversation kept popping in her mind all day, leaving her distracted from everything. She finally began to ask herself what she likes and what she doesn't like. She doesn't know if she likes swimming, running, playing tennis, she doesn't know if she prefers comedy, cooking, horror shows, she doesn't know if she really likes the clothes in her closet or if they're just what she bought because they were appropriate for a mother.

And it was in the midst of so many thoughts and sleep that she didn't notice Peter climbing over the pool railing, she ran to the boy before he ended up hurting himself and falling, either on the floor or in the water.

-Peter, what did I say? It's to sunbathe. You two need to sunbathe, nothing more. She said harshly, returning the boy to the lounge chair.

The afternoon passed and with it the beginning of the night. Amanda began to feel something strange. She walked around the house, lost, without knowing where the feeling came from, until a flash in her mind made her forget Gunner and Ashley at school.

For the first time, Gunner preferred to stay quiet and silent. He didn't want to distract his mother from driving, not after she ran a red light and drove the wrong way.

Joe was informed of what had happened and decided to make a decision.

-Amanda, I'm going to the pharmacy. Do you need anything? He watched her but was speechless.

Since the answer in action was to crack an egg in the sink instead of in the frying pan on the stove.

Joe only needed one thing, a sleeping pill good enough to keep her out for the next few hours.

He poured it into her glass without her seeing and waited for her to drink it.

The medicine didn't take long to take effect, with Amanda passing out in the living room, he cautiously went upstairs with her in his arms and took care of the rest, including something she would hate.

She woke up the next day without knowing where she was, but for the first time in a long time, rested, she looked at the clock and got scared, but Joe tried to calm her down.

-I've already taken care of everything, I'm almost going to training, but first I need to talk to you - He asked.

Amanda just agreed, still dazed, running her hand over her face to try to truly wake up.

-Yesterday you almost crashed the car with you, Ashley and Gunner countless times, that's because I don't know what happened in the morning, if you don't want to accept help from anyone with a good heart, you're going to have to be forced

-Because I can't believe you think it's normal, to forget them at school two hours late or to drive out of control or to let a frying pan catch fire, while the food ends up in the sink, just for pride, who told you that you need to handle everything by yourself and that no one can ever help you? He questions her.

-I never said that, I had suggested a babysitter, but now we're going to do it differently, you have a week, either to talk to your parents, my parents, your brothers to come here or to choose a babysitter, if you keep putting your foot down and insisting on this madness, I'll go after the babysitter myself and make my rules with her - Amanda just listens.

-You're not taking care of anyone by doing this, you're putting everyone at risk, especially yourself. It won't kill you to let me spend the night with Ben. It also won't kill you if I take them to school sometimes. It seems like you don't like me being around them. Sometimes it seems like I'm your enemy. - Joe doesn't hide his discontent.

-I was trying to help you, but now I'm going to do it by force. I hid the car keys. You won't drive until you seem ready to do it. He warns.

-This is ridiculous. A lot happened yesterday. I'm fine now. Amanda defends herself.

-No, you're not. You need to rest your mind and body. You're not even eating because you're so determined that you need to lose too much weight. I found out that you haven't been to that nutritionist in months." Amanda is surprised.

-I don't know if you remember, but part of marriage is taking care of each other - he walks to the door.

-If you want to take a week's vacation somewhere, alone, take a friend, I don't know, go ahead, feel free, I just need you to rest and be well. He smiles as he leaves the room.

Joe and Amanda's wedding anniversary arrived and he made sure to celebrate by taking her out to dinner.

The waiter quickly grabbed a vase to decorate the table with flowers and left the menu with the two of them, Joe chattering the whole time, until Amanda had the courage to tell him everything she was feeling.

-Why didn't you tell me this before, we could have worked it out - he reminds her.

-I've been thinking a lot and I think it's good to have talked about it. Now I need some time for myself, without a shadow of a doubt, and I really think that our marriage is no longer a marriage. You know, I think we can separate and continue living in the same house, but living separately at first, so the children don't think it's so bad, and when they're older we can move out. I don't want it to be traumatic for them. Joe immediately cuts her off, surprised by what she said.

-Have you gone crazy? Are you saying you want to get a divorce on our 10th anniversary? I found out a few minutes ago what you were feeling, after I tried all kinds of approaches and only received your kicks and rudeness, and now you want me to applaud your request for divorce. Listen here, drink this wine, pull yourself together, no one here is going to get separated, they won't go through that, neither will you and I. - Joe turns the glass over, quickly filling another one and turning it over again.

-I need to find myself Joe, I need to find out what I like, what I want - He cuts me off again.

-You're in front of me talking crazy, I think you need therapy to figure that out, I think you need a spa too and a trip to calm down, you can spend a week, two, three, a month, if you want even a year getting to know the world, I'll take care of the kids, if you want to go back to see them that's fine, but we're not going to break up, there's no reason for that, I love you, you love me, you just need some time, if you want to open a store, open it, do whatever you want, it's okay, but we're not getting divorced - Joe says, visibly shaken by what he heard.

-Do you think this will help? - She doubts.

-I'll prove it will - He picks up the box with a gift for her, but stops halfway, putting his hand under his head, visibly shaken.

-Amanda, please don’t leave me, don’t kill me with the knife in our kitchen, I love you so much, I don’t know how to live without you, I don’t know how to describe how important you are to me, if I got where I am, it was because you were with me, supporting me and scolding me whenever I did something wrong on or off the field, if I don’t have you, I’m nothing, I won’t be able to live the rest of my life thinking that I lost you, don’t do this to me - Joe tries to control the tears on his face, since they are in public.

When a week passed and she hadn’t made any decision, when she arrived in Ben’s room after waking up, she came across her parents and sister.

Joe certainly didn’t want to offend her so much as to choose a nanny, but that surprised her.

The day was different, it was certainly good for Amanda, but at the same time reflective, her parents wanted to go pick up Gunner and Ashley, then buy some snacks on the way and spend some time with their grandchildren, while Amanda and Jade, her sister, were chatting with a huge tub of ice cream.

-I think our marriage is in crisis - She laments taking a good spoonful of ice cream.

-Marriage in crisis? Have you looked at Joseph? A marriage with him doesn't go into crisis - Her sister jokes.

-One day I was 18, I was excited to get married and I loved playing basketball, watching comedy series, learning French and the next day I suddenly wake up, I realize I have four children, a husband, I feel like I'm in a nightmare, I ask myself what I did in these ten years, what I really wanted, what was a dream and I see that nothing - Amanda vents.

-You need to take a vacation, go out, enjoy life a little, you have to know how to balance everything, just because you're married and have a ton of kids, doesn't mean you're dead and that's all it is, the worst kind of woman is the one who is limited to being a mother or a wife and no offense, you let yourself be limited to that Amanda agrees.

-That's always been my biggest fear, I love them, but I feel like I'm losing myself and wasting time, I could be experiencing so many things, but I preferred to stay locked up here

-The society we were born into makes us believe that this is the only good destiny for us women, you and all of us were raised to believe this, it's not your fault and you shouldn't feel guilty about wanting to experience different things

-Of course you have your day to day, but you can do something with the kids and then something with Joe and then the two of you can do something alone, it's good for each of you to have different things to do - Jade gives an idea.

-The problem is that I feel like I've lost my individuality and I don't know if I want to stay here, I don't know if I'll be able to just be myself and be comfortable with him - Amanda has some difficulty speaking.

-What do you mean? Jade's eyes widen.

-I stopped my life to do everything he wanted, I don't know if I know how to do anything beyond that, what he wants, I think I'm too weak, I should never have agreed to get married so early, I should have sorted out my life, done something I liked or at least failed trying, instead of letting everything get to this point - She laments.

-Listen here, you two really need to talk about this, but above all you need some time just for yourselves and to discover yourself, even if it means going to therapy, I'm going to stay here for a few days, Joe invited me and dad and mom too, so we'll help you, I'm sure, but don't give up, you don't need to give up your marriage to discover yourself, it can be very important for you to do this by giving you support and encouraging you - the two stand up and hug each other tightly.

The days were certainly calmer and the first thing their parents did was remind Joe and Amanda of the huge table they have, but they don't use it often. They end up sitting at the counter because it's quicker and more practical, but it keeps everyone away. The second thing was that there's no reason to have dinner separately and the third thing was how much lighter the house becomes and the children are happier when the adults aren't overwhelmed and fighting.

It seems that Amanda was able to see everything from a different perspective.

-Joe, I wanted to talk to you. I've thought about that subject. He is surprised and refuses to look at her, afraid of what she's going to say.

-What do you want to do?

-I think we need to go to couples therapy and we need to take the kids too, so they can learn to have a sense of brotherhood and see that Ben isn't to blame for everything. I think you need a day just for yourself too, just like me, we can choose a day for that. Every day is a family day and we take another day just for the two of us. I think I need an activity that I like and I need to occupy my mind with something different. It will be good for all of us. She gives a weak smile, and Joe, relieved, goes to her, hugs her tightly and throws her on the bed.

-Thank you - he says with a relieved voice, leaving a kiss on her cheek.

The two of them stayed there for a while thinking about everything, until Joe has the courage to speak.

-We need to learn to talk when something bothers us. Talking isn't fighting. We need that. It will do us a lot of good. We need to sit down and talk about the day, what we think, what we think, what we want, what one of us did that the other doesn't like. If we talk about everything, it will be okay - He takes her hand firmly.

Maybe the big change isn't necessarily taking something out of our lives, but changing our habits, and that's what Amanda is going to try.

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→ lhughes_06 she’s fallen asleep with her head in my lap too many times 🙄

→ edwards.73 ok luke i see u

username34 jack LMAOOOO

username11 don’t do my girl like that she’s more than a luke replacement 🙄

→ yourusername 🗣️🗣️

luca.fantilli lil drizz needs to give us the fit check rn

→ _quinnhughes don’t obsess over her in my comments 🙄

→ yourusername shush quinny

→ yourusername and also it’s mark’s hoodie, target sweatpants and my sleeping mask 😈😈

→ luca.fantilli that’s not a fit check send me a pic

→ yourusername no

→ lhughes_06 MARK’S hoodie??

markestapa yo that’s my hoodie ask her where she got it from

→ jackhughes she said and i quote “your dresser”

→ yourusername oops

→ lhughes_06 YOUR hoodie??

dylanduke25 hughesy is no bueno

→ jackhughes i’m muy bien

→ _quinnhughes estoy más o menos

→ yourusername don’t use google translate that’s cheating _quinnhughes

→ lhughes_06 muy mal, no me gustan mis hermanos ni uno de mis mejores amigos porque ellos son pendejos y los odio

→ yourusername lukey babes we know you used google translate too 😭😭

→ jackhughes he and quinn are the same

yourusername

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yourusername adam fell asleep questionably and luca straightening my hair should prob be a fire hazard but i finally spent sum time w my fav boys 🫶🫶

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luca.fantilli oh my god i’m a fav boy

→ yourusername only because you didn’t burn the house down with my straightener in your hands

trevorzegras where’s moose

→ yourusername gone

→ edwards.73 he ditched us 😒

→ missseraphina with me!

→ trevorzegras please god no

_quinnhughes i don’t understand how my brother can get what he’s wanted for years while also simultaneously fucking it all up

→ yourusername fr it’s crazy

→ jackhughes LMAOOO he showed me ur comment and started whining

rutgermcgroarty i really struggled carrying you down that street

→ yourusername are you saying what i think you’re saying 🤨

→ rutgermcgroarty WHAT NO

→ yourusername i think ur just weak! 🙄🙄

→ rutgermcgroarty I WAS RUNNING

username67 i love these little dumps when she hangs out w them

username9 the titanic recreation is amazing

username27 if you really think about it we could ship her with any of them

→ username12 mcdrysdale??? IT SOUNDS LIKE A MCDONALDS MEAL LMAOO

→ username78 drystilli

→ username35 drystapa ofc

→ username66 dredwards 💀

→ username90 dukedale (or drysduke??)

→ username4 dryskevich.. wth why does it sound like a normal last name

→ username51 dryshughes 🔛🔝

adamfantilli IT WAS REALLY COLD

→ yourusername so u disregarded the blankets on the other couch and stole everyone’s pillows

→ adamfantilli yes

→ yourusername i understand

→ luca.fantilli she has a soft spot for u she replaced all the pillows and gave u like three blankets 🙄

markestapa eddy the jack to my rose 😘😘

→ edwards.73 marky the rose to my jack 😘😘

→ yourusername stop flirting and get out of my comments 😐😐

→ markestapa no i don’t think so ‼️‼️

→ edwards.73 stop being a hater yourusername 🙄🙄

→ mackie.samo i feel left out i wanna join 😞😞

→ yourusername aww ofc mack 🤗🤗

→ dylanduke25 me too 😊😊

→ yourusername i mean i guesssss 🙂🙂

→ lhughes_06 can i join too 😇😇

→ yourusername no 🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️

lhughes_06 damn wish i could’ve joined

→ dylanduke25 😐

→ markestapa 😑

→ edwards.73 😐

→ yourusername is that supposed to be the emoji blinking

→ mackie.samo 😐😑😐 yourusername

→ missseraphina yeah but you had more fun with me!

missseraphina 🙄

→ username63 uh… you do realize you’re PUBLICLY commenting right 💀

colecaufield is that girl harassing you

→ yourusername no it’s so funny lmfaoooo

→ jamie.drysdale bro she’s dming ME

→ yourusername u should see my dms 😭😭

next chapter notes ) yes seraphina is a certified delulu girl! i don’t wanna antagonize her terribly but she needs to cause enough drama so we’re going down this road and ik i haven’t been uploading recently but i’m too busy being an academic weapon 🙏

tags: @aliaology @hockeyboysarehot @absolutelyhugh3s @jackquinnswife @freds-slut @love4ldr @blueeyedbesson @43hughes @v1olentdelights @dancerbailey3 @random-human02 @ho3forfakeguys

[helluvathings]

A lot has been written on how much Cash Buckzo sucks, but one thing that doesn't come up as often is that he was an abusive father-figure to Fizz too. From what we've been shown so far, it doesn't look like Fizz had other guardians in his life. Cash seemed to be in charge of him post-fire, based on the trailer and his ability to keep Blitzø and Fizz apart. Plus, at Fizz's birthday, when Cash has the "Wish You Were My Son" card, no other parents are around making wtf faces.

And if Cash was Fizz's main guardian, he had Fizz and Blitzø in a textbook golden child/scapegoat dynamic. Pulling from the first site that came up on google (replace narcissistic mother with a more general term):

The Golden Child, as the name suggests, is the best and most wonderful child – at least in the eyes of the Narcissistic Mother. It seems to be that the Narcissistic Mother picks the Golden Child to be an extension of herself... Her most minor achievements are celebrated and held up for admiration.

And:

The Scapegoat on the other hand is, also as the name suggests, the person on whom all the ills of the family are projected. They can do no right. Their major achievements are dismissed. Any money spent on them is the bare minimum and is spent begrudgingly.

It's a dynamic that allows for manipulation of both kids, and it's particularly effective because the Scapegoat acts as an automatic threat for the Golden Child. If they step too far out of line, that could be them one day.

Beyond that, though, in The Circus, we see Cash was just as willing to sell Fizz as Blitzø: just for a higher price. And it wasn't even because he valued Fizz more as a person; it was because Fizz--who was probably about ten--had more shows to do. So Fizz has been the star of the circus (Cash outright says he's the main draw) since he was elementary school age, and doing 3+ shows a day at that point; with Blitzø's neglect acting as an implicit threat that if he were to falter or fail, his preferential treatment might be withdrawn.

And this is so normalized for Fizz, that he keeps cheering at the Mammon concert when Mammon talks about exploiting the pageant winners. Blitzø clues in at once, but Fizz has already been blinded to all the red flags. When Blitzø tries telling him he doesn't need Mammon's approval, Fizz doubles down and insists he'll win it anyway: he needs to be perfect. The way Cash raised Fizz all but groomed him to be Mammon's ideal brand baby; to accept Mammon's treatment, and immediately internalize the idea that his worth is directly tied into how well he performs.

Yes, Mammon's intentional manipulation was part of why Fizz felt like he needed to stick around so long; but I'd argue Cash's "parenting" shaped Fizz in a way that led him to accept those ideas so readily in the first place.

Final thought: we don't see what happened to Cash after the fire, beyond the glimpse of him barring Blitzø from Fizz in the trailer. I've seen theories that Mammon eventually separated Fizz from Cash, but I'd find it slightly more poignant if Blitzø and Fizz were parallels here, and when his injuries from the fire kept Fizz from performing at his best, Cash eventually turned from him as well--too impatient to stick around or help him recover. It'd make sense for Cash's character, and it'd only heighten why Fizz felt so determined not to let Mammon down. If he'd "failed" a father figure once, he would've been that much more desperate to please his new one, especially since winning the pageant would've likely saved Fizz from difficult circumstances if Cash had given up on him.

In summary, Cash did Fizz just as dirty as he did Blitzø. Both of them were treated as potentially disposable products: just products of different value. Fizz believed he needed to sell himself to be "good enough"; Blitzø thinks he'll never be good enough. And to put a cherry on top, the jealousy/bitter feelings that came from this dynamic laid the foundation for Fizz to believe the worst of Blitzø regarding the fire, and for Blitzø to assume Fizz would do so with full knowledge of the situation.

[weareallgonnaliveforawhile]

Mob Psycho x Saiki K AU/ Kokomi Reigen AU

Alright so, to start, I'm gonna start from the very beginning, before the actual start of the story.

You might be asking, why the hell would Kokomi decide to work at a run-down little 'company' that specializes in exorcising spirits where the only other workers is this weird sweaty adult guy and his middle schooler son(?) 

I am here to say that it started with one little thing; Kokomi realized that Saiki was in the 'occult' club. Now Kokomi is a normal teenager and when she finds out that her crush is interested in something, she wants to join it...

if she did, she'd have to deal with Toritsuka all the time plus she doesn't want her fans to flood the club and ruin the time she wants to spend with Saiki, so joining was absolutely out of the question. 

But what WASN'T out of the question was trying to learn more about the occult and that type of thing so that later she can mention it to Saiki, and then he'll be so impressed with her that he'll have to say Oh wow-

But the thing is that going to libraries is also really hard for her because of her looks, so she decides to google the shit out of things and stumbles upon a site for this quiet little 'Exorcist' place that has a lot of positive reviews, and it's the only place that she's seen that's not a tourist spot. 

Maybe if she talked to the owner, she'll be able to learn more about the occult! (From the reviews, he’s either a middle-aged man or a dude in college and both types of dude LOVE her so she'll be able to charm him into helping her with her research if need be) Plus, it's in an isolated area so if she does her best to attract as little attention as possible, she'll be able to get there with 50% fewer stalkers!

Though, when she gets there she's given several surprises 

The owner guy, while he did (predictably) say 'Oh wow' when he saw her...that was it. He didn't get heart eyes or anything like that, he just went straight to business

There was a random middle schooler there and he was the same! He said 'Oh wow' and blushed but all he did was quietly ask if she was related to some girl at his school then get embarrassed and continue his own work without looking at her!

The office is a real hole-in-the-wall place, hard to find if you don't have an exact address or were told by someone else where it was.

She made it there with no stalkers. She managed to lose some stragglers by hiding behind a tree, but there was just a weird energy in the area that seemed to make them go away on their own. She liked it.

She gathered that the occult was almost definitely not what they did most of the time. While the dude did seem to offer some 'Ghost Hunting Services', the other half of the services were just a lot of fancy words used to hide the fact that they were just doing bullshit to make people who didn't have ghosts (or demons or whatever it was)

Maybe it was a mix of all five of these. Maybe it's because the middle schooler's calm demeanor reminds her of Saiki. Maybe it's cause the dudes causal reaction to her beauty (something that made lesser men faint) was some of the closest that she's had to being treated like a human being by a dude older than her. Maybe it's because Makoto last check that he sent for bills came last night with the note 'Love you, my dear kokomi <3' and she couldn't stop herself from burning it.

But when the blond, sweaty, and over-the-top scam artist owner who hasn't ONCE blushed when looking at her asks her what she's here for-

-she says the only thing that comes to mind and asks for a job.

It takes everyone in the room off guard, but she liked to think that she was hiding it decently enough. But after filling out some paperwork and answering some surprisingly short questions, she's hired and expected to start working next Monday after school.

Her mind kinda goes blank after that. 

But can she really be blamed? She’s had a long week this is the first time in ages that someone (Other than Saiki) didn’t fawn over her.

It isn't until much later, when she's been working there for a few weeks that she begins to loosen up and not be the 'perfect pretty girl' all the time during work hours. 

Mob helps.

Reigen punching her brother in the face helps a lot more.

[thevoidscreams]

Room for growth

Chapter: 1 Warnings: none so far (Lorgar might get a bit clingy in the future)

"Do you have more of this series here?" The voice, buttery, rich and warm, washed over me, and I hummed into my tea. Turning, I saw Lorgar holding the first book in a series I had enjoyed as a teen.

"Finished already?" It had taken me days to get through the first book, but Lorgar had only had it since that morning. It was just getting to early evening.

His cheeks tinged red, and he set the book down on the end table by the comfortable recliner I'd gotten for him off Craigslist.

"It was quite a good read, I will admit. Perhaps a tad bit predictable... but I can see why you enjoyed the story so far."

That made me smile. I got up to go to my room, the books were all in boxes in the back of my closet.

The apartment wasn't very big, especially with two people now. But with the new position I'd taken at work. The idea of actually owning a house was looking like a really good idea.

Especially with all the financial aid the government had recently rolled out to families with Astartes and Primarchs in their homes. I had loved having him in my home. Even before the financial aid. Bringing him into my home had made my life fuller. It had made me wonder if maybe Lorgar would enjoy having one or two of his sons to keep him company when I was away. And as I understood it, primarchs were meant to be with their astartes.

I brought out the second volume and went back to the living room.

"So Lorgar.. can I ask you something?"

The short, tan warrior looked up from the place he'd settled and smiled at me. "Of course."

I fought the urge to go to him and scoop him up in a hug. Gosh, he was cute. I mean, if he'd been a normal man, I... I shook my head clear off that notion quickly.

Lorgar waited patiently for me to continue, his vibrant violet eyes watching me.

"You know how I recently got that promotion? Well, with it came a significant bump in my pay, and I was doing the budget yesterday. I think we could stand to have a few more house members. And if we're going to be looking for a proper house here in the near future, I thought that having more rooms might mean we could bring home some of your sons. If you're alright with the idea. I think it'd be nice for you to have some of your gene sons with you."

Lorgar all but leaped out of the chair to bowl into me. Nearly knocking me from my feet.

"That would be wonderful! My hearts have been so heavy without my beloved sons. This would bring me no end of joy." He exclaimed, his face buried in my stomach.

I wrapped my arms around him and froze slightly. As an odd sensation of what I dared to call wrongness rolled over me.

Lorgars' face was buried in my stomach. Just above the highest point of my ilium.

Lorgar sensed something immediately and retracted. "My apologies, I did not mean to cause you discomfort."

I felt a deep need to rectify the situation and did so, taking Lorgar by the shoulder. "Hey, no, I was just startled is all.. are you.. taller?"

Lorgar looked at me quizzically, then down at himself and seemed just as confused as I was.

"I am.. unsure."

I ran the tip of my tongue over the back of my teeth and sank deep into thought.

It was obvious he was, now that I really looked at him. When he'd first come to live with me, his head only reached up to the bottom of my hips. The top of his head had been just a hair above where my leg connected.

"Well. I'm sure it's nothing. I'm gonna get dinner going."

Lorgar nodded, and he gently took the book I'd been holding. He seemed equally lost in thought.

Dinner was quieter than usual, and I spent the time on my phone, googling.

'My primarch is taller than I remember?'

The search came up with multiple results of other adoptive families worried that their Astartes had suddenly shot up a few inches in height.

So I wasn't the only one.

I scrolled till I saw a blog posted by someone I had been following for a few months.

[Hey yall, I gotta say I think Sanguinius and his sons are getting taller!!?!?! And I know I'm not tripping cause the beds I had made for him and his three sons (even if they hardly use them) are actually a bit cramped for them now. Am I the only one having this problem? If he gets any taller I might be looking at having to buy a new house. I don't have the space for three full sized astartes and ESPECIALLY not a full sized primarch. 😑 😰

But I won't give up on my family. I love them so much even if I have to buy a mansion to keep them with me. Please does anyone know what's going on?]

I went to the message tab and found a ton of replies of concerned astartes families sharing much the same sentiment.

I looked over to Lorgar, who was eagerly consuming his second plate of dinner. He ate a lot for someone his size already. I bit my lip.

I'd already offered to bring one of his gene sons into my home. I couldn't take that away from him now.

The next tab I opened was my email and began one to my social worker, Tabitha.

[Hey Tabitha,

I recently found myself with a new position at work in a decent pay increase. I know Lorgar has been lonely while I'm away, and my boss has been cracking down on people bringing astartes (and primarchs) into the office during our busy season. I wanted to know if you could connect me with a potential WordBearer who is in need of a placement. I can provide any financial documents you need just as I did before.] I sent it and got up to put my dishes in the sink. "How's the dinner Gar?" Lorgar hummed around a mouthful of food, nodding his delight of the dish. His violet eyes glittered in appreciation. "Glad you like it."

"May I have the rest?" He asked, always polite when asking more of anything, as if he understood just how much mire he required and felt guilty about it. "Of course you can." And I for my part found it impossible to deny him. After dinner I decided to head to bed early. In the shower I thought about all the posts, that I'd seen and began to worry. After toweling off and getting dressed in something comfortable I got into bed and opened the realtor app on my phone.

I needed a better house, something that Lorgar would be comfortable in, I scrolled for what felt like an hour, ruling places out as I looked for the perfect spot. The door creaked open and I lifted the corner of the blanket, Lorgar got into bed and got comfortable next to me. He rarely used his own bed anymore.

"I emailed Tabitha. I asked her about any of your sons that might need a placement."

Lorgar wrapped one arm around my chest and hugged me as best as he could. "Thank you."

I kissed the top of his head gently. "Of course. You don't need to thank me Gar."

"But I wish to, so I shall." He peaked at my screen. "What are you looking for?" "A new place. If we're expanding our family we may need more space."

He nodded. "That is true. I know you will find us the best space for our family." He yawned and rested his head on my chest getting ready to nod off. "Our sons will need plenty of room." It took me a minute to register his words. As I inspecting the land size of one property that looked promising. "What was that?" I asked. But as usual he was asleep almost immediately. I envied that ability of his. "Must have been a slip of the tongue." I reasoned, it happened occasionally.

I set my phone down and plugged it in. I had the next day off and wanted to take Lorgar out to mingle with his brother. Magnus and his placement family lived nearby and Magnus's placement person had called, asking if we could meet up as his brother was missing him. It was going to be a surprise, but I also wanted to ask If they'd noticed anything about Magnus that was unusual as of late. Yawning I turned into Lorgar, hugging him close. It would be a tomorrow problem.

[ahmedarahaf2023]

Help Me and My Two Young Children, Ahmed and Rahaf

(Disclaimer: This post is written by a third party as Ibrahim cannot speak English and can only communicate with the writer and current manager of the account through Google translate. Images and videos were taken from Ibrahim's Instagram)

My name is Ibrahim, my family and I are currently displaced in Deir al-Balah, Gaza, living in a tent. We are in dire need of your help.

I have worked very hard to open a store which was my biggest dream. A week after, both our house and my store were destroyed completely. My dream has been crushed, we have lost our home, and we are now asking for your financial support.

My daughter, Rahaf, was born in the war. She has never had a moment of peace and safety since birth. Now 10 months old, she had lived the entirety of her life in war, being displaced from one place to another. She is so young, and has no clue what is happening around her or why it is happening. 

My son, Ahmed, is two years old. He could have lived a happy and normal life, but the war has destroyed it and stole his childhood. 

My children are suffering from malnutrition and skin diseases from the harsh living conditions. They are completely innocent and do not deserve what is happening to them.

We need your donation so I can provide food for my children in light of the crazy rise in prices, and to flee with my family when the crossing opens.

Your donation, no matter how small, can help my family. For my GoFundMe, click here. For my Instagram, click here.

If you cannot donate, reblog is always appreciated!!!!

(Editor's note: As of now, 18/7/2024, they have received £2,399 on their GoFundMe, which is far from their £30,000 goal. So please, please, please, help Ibrahim and his family.)

[mysticficti0n]

All my attention Part 7

warnings- swearing, slow burn, flirting, dirty talk, praise, romance,

words- 4.7k

If you'd like to read the previous parts → All my attention series

a/n- so if you're new here I am British and cannot speak any German, I speak a little French, Spanish and Italian but German- no. I also do not trust Google translate so this is gonna be like an avatar thing (if you've seen the newest one Jake says that their language just became normal or something along those lines) so in reality this is all in German, you as a reader know German but, its wrote in English... make sense? no... well. Also you guys are fucking amazing thank you for all the likes on not only All my attention but the hc and request story like it means so much ♡

(hey guys I'm finally back! I'm so so sorry this has taken so fucking long but I've been beyond busy these past few days and I've had no time to even go on my computer but anyways enjoy this- part 8 is about to be crazy thats all ima say, love you all)

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backstory- you are the 5th member of Tokio Hotel and you always thought the love was equally platonic between you and a certain guitarist... but what if that all changed?

I sat in the back of Gustav's dads car with a knocked out Georg and Tom who's eyes didn't leave me for the whole trip, everyone was in small slurring conversation chuckling and yawning struggling to keep themselves awake as it was 3:47am

I turned my body, Georg falling off my shoulder to lean on my back which I had to try not laugh at while facing Tom who had a small grin on his face "what?" I asked in a whisper

"nothing nothing" my eyebrows furrowed eyes scanning him, his fingers toyed with the ring on his other hand

"you sure?" he nodded before turning away to look out the window, leg bouncing "okay" I turned myself back, Georg again falling back onto my shoulder mumbling something "sorry" I whispered patting his arm which rested next to mine, I watched Tom still bounce his leg so with my free hand I placed it on his knee, he didn't look back but a breath fell from his body.

I felt us pull onto the drive and stretched my legs out as much as I could seeing the boy to my left fully wake up and get out the car giving his hand to drag me out to like he hadn't been snoring in my ear the entire ride, Tom grabbed my bag as I saw him swig it over his shoulder making Bill, Simone, Gustav and Bella laugh a lot more than it should leaving David to try shut them all up and get them into the house, I shoved Georg to the group watching him trip on thin air cursing until he hit the bonnet of the car bumping into Gustav

"Tom sweetie go take Y/n back so her mother wont pester me about it later" I laughed seeing the women wave her son to follow me home

"alright" he spoke going back out the house and pulled me with him "come on" his voice wasn't jokey like usual- he sounded pissed off but I decided it was best to shrug it off, he helped me cross the wall and up the steps to the front door

"thanks for today it was actually really fun" I gave a smile having my bag off him "did you hear what I said?" I asked seeing him only nod again "whats wrong? why are you acting like this?" I spoke in a angered whisper "you were fine with me- well more then fine with me until we got into the car then you acted like you didn't want to know me"

"its nothing I-i'm just tired Y/n I promise" his voice was softer but I couldn't believe him

"why was your leg shaking and why did you play with your ring then because you can't have been fine then hm?" he breathed out looking worried

"you saw the ring thing?"

"of course I did because I was worried about you" his eyes flicked to mine, I didn't drop his gaze feeling him get closer "you didn't speak much and then- then" I was hushed by his lips pressing against mine, his strong arms holding my back in a hug, I let my self melt back into him, my hands going across his hips kissing him back tenderly.

"there isn't another girl like you in the world Y/n" Tom pulled back placing his head on mine "not as caring, loving, sweet, cute, beautiful"

"are you proposing again?" I spoke with a tired laugh, he pressed a peck to the corner of my lips

"not yet sweetheart, goodnight" he let go cupping my jaw before walking to his house leaving me stunned 'not yet'?

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"Y/n- sunshine wake up!" I opened my eyes expecting to see my mom stood over me

"morning mo-BILL WHAT THE HELL!" I screamed seeing the boy pull away laughing, I curled my blanket around my shoulders falling back into my nest of pillows seeing the boy give me a look making me move over so he could sit with me. He jumped onto the bed beside me crossing his legs and leaning back onto the wall "what do you want at- 11:24 in the morning then, you're literally never awake at this time" I asked looking back at him from my alarm clock

"I think it's me who should be asking the questions Y/n-" a smile I'd never seen before spread across his face "so... last night" I tried to think back, I remember the meal, going to the night club, dancing, drinking a lot and- fuck

"err, yeah last night what about it?" I spoke trying to hide the nervous laugh from escaping my mouth

"oh come on you're not that stupid- I saw it y/n/n" I wanted the world to swallow me up whole- what did he see? god which part did he see?! "so wanna explain your little kiss with my brother on the door step last night?" I slid further into my bed pulling the sheets over my head whispering a 'no thanks' but Bill didn't take that as an answer ripping the sheets from above me "Hey! I wanna know your little secret with him!"

"its nothing- just like our usual flirting we do and have done since we were like 13!" Bill raised an eyebrow "okay fine maybe there's some little feelings-"

"I KNEW IT!" the boy danced grabbing my hands dragging me from the warmth of my blanket "YOU TWO LOVE EACH OTHER!" I rolled my eyes pulling my hands from the singer

"woah we don't 'love' each other- its just mutual appreciation!" I went to my door pulling a hoodie off the peg and slipping it on to try distract from the fact Bill knew of mine and Tom's little- thing

"well last night I can tell you he didn't describe it as 'mutual appreciation'" I felt my stomach drop- what the fuck had that man said! I looked to his twin who was holding his chest laughing it all up pointing to my face

"oh god what was he saying? was it only to you or did the others hear- oh my god I want to die!" I hid my face again, the red feeling like it was going to make my head pop, Bill pulled my desk chair out setting his legs onto the table in front

"no don't worry only to me- we were having a smoke while everyone was up stairs and he said- from what I remember 'Y/n's awesome right?' I agreed of course and then he went 'she notices everything and genuinely cares you know' and I was nodding along not really caring what he said because I knew he'd drank and shit but then- oh but then he said 'I just fucking love her, like actually love her' and when I say I dropped my fucking jaw-" I felt like I was going to pass out, did he say this all? he was drunk surely he didn't mean it? but what if he did? all the questions spun around my head mixing with the tiredness and hang-over form last night

"I don't know what to say-" my eyes met with Bill who still had that shit eating grin along his lips "fucks sake what now?" I asked seeing him dismiss me "no what is it?"

"he's down stairs" if I didn't feel like jumping from my window and running into the city never to return I did now, I didn't realise how embarrassed I'd be- but nobody was meant to know. Bill stood giving me a 'reassuring' pat on my shoulder and walked out my room down the stairs leaving me to now face Tom on my own.

ten minuets after I managed to pull myself down the stairs seeing my little sister sat with Tom holding her mini guitar she had from Gordon for her birthday (okay Stella playing guitar with Tom was requested and its the cutes mf thing) her small fingers eagerly playing all the strings while he tried to show her how to actually do it while containing his laughs "no-no Stella look watch me, like that boop boop boop" he sang in tune with the strings as he pulled them

"boop boop boop! Boop boo- Baba!" I smiled to the young girl who was no longer interested in the guitar running to me with a gummy grin "Baba you wake!"

"Hi Stell! I'm awake yeah!" I picked her up onto the side of my hip squeezing her tightly, she pointed to Tom who pointed back at her "who's that?" I asked seeing her little eyes work

"Tom!" I spun her around as she clapped to herself for remembering "and momma a-and daddy and Seesee" she did little grabby hands to Simone otherwise known as Seesee by Stella, I placed her to the floor so she could go sit with her, Bill and my parents. Tom had placed the neon pink guitar back and sat leaning into the cushions of the sofa

"she's gonna be a guitarist when she's older and I better get credit" he spoke eyes shut as I sat next to him flicking on the Tv

"no she'll be a singer like me" he laughed shoving me slightly but quickly grabbing my arm so I didn't fall off the end of the sofa...unlike the bed situation "have a voice better than Madonna and P!nk"

"probably I mean she's your sister after all" I looked over to him and caught his eyes already on me "what were you and Bill doing for so long up stairs anyways? he said he was gonna go wake you up then didn't come back down for like half an hour" fuck- the whole conversation came flooding back to my head, I couldn't keep this from him, he deserves to know as much as me... God why is life so annoying like that?

"smoke?" I asked getting up closely followed by him, we went to the front of the house as Stella was now playing mommies and daddies on the deck with Simone, we sat on the steps and he pulled his cigs from his sweatpant pocket "thanks- okay well... you need to not be angry alright" his head shot to mine with a weird look "say swear"

"swear" his voice was unsure sounding but he'd said it now

"right- so do you remember last night? besides the meal and club?" he took a long drag from the end of the cigarette

"yeah if you mean the me and you parts- clearly remember them" a smile replaced his straight face as he thought back to the night

"Bill knows" I spat out seeing his face immediately drop again, head snapping to me "he saw us- on here- last night" I breathed head dropping not being able to confront Tom's looks "and you also told him that you erm- that you love me... I mean you were drunk so it was probably just that mixed with us kissing and stuff" he was still silent, I could only hear his slight puffs as he had his cig

"Only Bill knows right?" I nodded bringing my head back up "Y/n don't worry he wont say anything- I promise you and well what I said I... I didn't not mean it" I finally let my gaze fall back to him. His hand moved from his knee to my thigh calming me instantly "I wish you didn't hear it from him but- I do love you" I was completely taken aback when Tom said it. I didn't expect to hear those three little words from him ever in the way he said them. I felt my heart racing and my palms started to sweat as I tried to process what he had just said again, I thought Bill was just overdramatising things but- no. it was both thrilling and terrifying. I looked into his eyes, and saw the sincerity there. I knew that he truly meant what he said

After a few moments of silence, I finally found my voice and confidence to even speak "I... I love you too" The smile that spread across Tom's face was one of pure joy, my heart soared. I felt adrenaline run through my body mixing with the blood flowing through my body as his hand moved to my face pulling me in gently, pressing his lips to mine for the first time since we really said 'love you' It was a different kiss to the others we'd shared, softer, loving, tender- I knew it wasn't going to lead to anything it was just a kiss to really set in stone our feelings- feelings we knew were more than we ever imagined having

"I've been waiting to say that to you for months- like properly say it to you not just in a friendly way" my head leaned onto his shoulder taking in his warmth as the afternoon breeze blew over my exposed legs, I stepped out my cigaret waiting for Tom to finish his looking up past his jawline that was so effortlessly sharp, skin so soft not a spot or blemish, his lips so perfectly fitted to his face, those eyes that when the sun hit them they went a golden brown "enjoying the view?" his voice rung looking down at me

"your pretty" I say back seeing a hot blush wipe over his cheeks "aww" I pecked his cheek standing up to go back into the house but a grasp on my leg stopped me, looking down I saw the wheels in his head turning

"wanna go on a date tonight?"

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I looked in the mirror one last time, checking the outfit- pulling my skirt down my thighs more and fixing my necklace- then my hair, I tried something different, a spiky bun which took so much time but finally I was done, I grabbed my phone and keys, money and sprayed myself with perfume. I looked to my clock "7:00 okay I have five minuets" I spoke to myself going down the stairs seeing my mom sat with my dad watching a movie "how do I look?" I spoke walking to them and they both smiled

"Beautiful sunshine! absolutely beautiful" she clapped her hand "did you take any photo's of yourself?" she asked getting ready to grab her camera

"of course she has Angelica its Y/n- you look lovely sweet" my dad laugh letting my mom getting comfy again into his chest "remind me what your doing again"

"Oh meeting with some old friends from school for a dinner thing-" I lied, I knew if I said 'oh going on a date with Tom' they'd be asking question after question

"so why is Tom driving you?"

"he's seeing some his mates not far so said he can drop me off " dad hummed and I herd a knock at the door "love you!" I called hearing a faint 'ditto' from the two as I walked out the house "hey!"

"wow-" Tom sounded, I smiled looking to him, red shirt with skulls, matching cap and blue bandana jeans "I feel underdressed by you now"

"come on- you look hot" a laugh escaped his lips as we went to his car, he opened the door for me giving his hand so I could get in "thank you" I grinned

"no problem babe" he climbed in to his side starting the engine making the car shudder awake, we started the drive, his hands between having to move the gear stick held my thigh, pressing the pads of his fingers when he was getting pissed of the the other drivers "your hair looks nice by the way" my heart melted, my eyes falling over to him

"I tried something different- I'm glad you like it" he nodded rubbing my leg before taking his hand away "where are we going by the way?"

"somewhere special- were like 2 seconds away- oh here" we pulled into a small car park which looked quiet empty which was refreshing, especially since the last time we went out- the car was full of flashes of light pulling us from the road, voices screaming and shouting our names as we tried to get the doors open but paparazzi knew we were coming and they wouldn't hold back on two teens. our names were bouncing around the mouths of people and people who wanted clear photos shoving forward making people knock into us. to even get to Tom I had to jump the hood of Tom's car to him, grabbing his arm as he pushed through the sea of lights shouting for them to move while we tripped over peoples feet, microphone cords and what not.

but this time it was silent besides the purrs of the cars that passed, I went to open my door but the dreadhead reached over slamming my door "stop being stupid" I breathed a laugh waiting for him to jog and open my door "m'lady"

"oh why thank you sir" he pressed a kiss to my cheek, not letting go of my hand, we walked into the restaurant named the 'star night lounge' and i nearly screamed "This-this is the one I was talking about like 6 months ago!" the boy nodded chuckling at my face

"I remember these things- come on we need to go in" hurriedly we walked in, the smell was the smell of romance, dark and rose, dimly lit tables placed around, candles hanging from rods on the wall "its better than the pictures" I nodded taking everything in

"welcome to star night lounge- how many?" a women asked with a smile looking to Tom to which he answered 2 "okay, if you'd like to follow me" she grabbed menus and turned away from us walking down a small entry way and turning to the left, we followed her and walked into the one room I remember falling In love with when I first saw it on the website "is this okay- I will say its a bit darker in here than other parts"

"this is amazing" I exhaled looking around

"no this is great, thank you" Tom spoke as the women left us, it was all perfect, the room, the night, Tom. we sat down quickly across from each other, small glances and smiles passed along the way, we weren't the only people in the room so the noise of small chatter and jazz music played in the background

"Tom this is amazing! I-i don't know that to say" my voice slipped "its just" his hand came over the table taking mine "I'm being a baby i'm sorry"

"its okay don't be sorry" his lips pressed against my knuckles "look you deserve a good date Y/n- I don't remember you once going out with Brian, I want to be better than he was"

"you already are" I smiled seeing him press another kiss to my hand "so much better- god there's a list"

"want me to be shocked?" he laughed "...you look so pretty in here babe" I felt like I could pass out there and then and never ever get back up, his thumb drawing over my fingers, eyes watching me and smiles plastered over our faces.

Together we flicked through the menu asking what each other might have, arguing over the same dish until we came to a settlement "Good evening- what can we get you for dinner to night?" a different women walked over with a calm smile pulling her pad and pen out, Tom nodded his head at me to go first

"I'll have the star burger please... with fries" she nodded writing it down and turned to Tom

"I'll have the kabab please- the er.. fuck which one?" his face went red looking over to me a slight panic in his eyes

"chilli kabab please- oh and two playboy bunny cocktails please and thank you" I ended letting the server take our menus and leave to the kitchen

"Y/n I didn't want that stupid cocktail!" he huffed falling back into thseat "it's a girly one" I rolled my eyes seeing him be a actual child, with my foot I rubbed his legs

"its one drink Thomas- grow up" his tongue pressed into his cheek, smirk creeping across his lips "you herd me"

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"Please Tom let me pay for my half at least" I pleaded seeing him shake his head "Tom!"

"Y/n I have it god sake put your money back" he said bluntly, snatching my change from my hand and throwing It back at me. I sat back glaring at him "don't look at me like that"

"like what?" I spoke seeing him roll his eyes but become distracted as the bill came over, he picked it up and his eyes widened the tiniest "lemme see" my hand went to reach over and grab the paper

"no" Tom turned to the other women swiping his card and the payment went through with a 'beep' and I fell back "thank you- Y/n come on"

"I hate you- why couldn't you let me pay?" I asked as he grabbed my hand pulling me from the restaurant "and how much was it?- thank you!" I smiled to the women behind the bar "a lot I bet and thats why you're not telling me huh?" I started again his hand tightened around mine, pushing me against the door of his car, my mouth zipped shut

"stop with the questions- I'd be a arsehole if I let you pay a single penny, so shut your pretty lips before I make you do something to keep you silent-" a red flush painted my body, his hooded eyes scanned me up and down "good" he lent forward pressing a kiss to the corner of my closed lips before opening the door for me to which I sat in and waited for his door to open.

the drive home was different- no words shared but so many things said with out looks, his hand holding my leg in place as he toyed with my skin giving me trails of goosebumps along my thigh, he threatened to push under my skirt, every time making me hold my breath waiting for some sort of friction but he just pulled away making me internally curse. we got home, our street dark, pulling into my drive nobody else was there sending a excited shock through my body.

We walked hand in hand up to my door- the same place as the night before, were we shared a kiss that would lead to us saying we loved each other not just platonically, Tom stood across from me, his hands hidden in his jeans "thank you for tonight Tom- I loved it so much"

"no problem- sorry I was a cunt about the bill, I didn't mean to sound so.. you know?" we shared a laugh as I walked to him wrapping my arms around his neck pulling him to look at me

"I liked it-" our lips met eagerly, I'd been waiting for this since we left the restaurant, the palm of his hand reached down, grabbing my ass, bringing me closer "fuck-" I let go to reach behind me to the door, opening it and pulling Tom in with me a terror washing over him

"Y/n what about your parents-" I turned back to him and smiled

"I forgot they were going out- they aren't here, Stella is at nans- it all okay" I kicked the door closed and his mood swung back, dragging my body back to him and hauling me up over his shoulder "TOM!" I screamed having to push myself up on his lower back as he carried my up the stairs, I felt the coldness of his lip ring as he pressed open kisses to my exposed thighs. we made it to my room where the main light was on and he dropped me onto my bed, crawling above me

"look at you- so beautiful below me hm?" I nodded my head listening to his every word "such a pretty girl"

"your girl-" I added seeing his face brighten slightly before falling dark again as his hand cupped my jaw

"all mine?" I nodded, his hand traveled to my waist sending a warm sensation through me "is this mine?" again I nodded my head, I felt his hand go down to my legs gently rubbing circles around the skin "is this mine?" like before I nodded "mhm.. and how about this?" his fingers drove to the inside of my thigh, involuntarily my legs parted just enough for his hand to palm me through my panties making me gasp "is this mine?"

"m-mhm, all yours Tom" I answered trying not to close my thighs around his hand, a sadistic smile painted his lips as he leaned down to me, hand not moving

"you like this don't you? with my hand just there- is there something you want?" I couldn't keep myself from him, crashing my lips onto him with so much want

"I-want-you" I spoke between kisses "please" I begged, Tom pulled off me, standing above looking down at me leaving me cold without his heat on me. he walked over switching the light off leaving us in a dim darkness, only light being from my desk, I watched as his hands went below his shirt pulling it over his head taking the cap and headband off too throwing them to my floor, his abs looked defined in the light, his muscles looking bigger than ever, the feeling between my legs only grew

"take a picture sweetheart" he purred going to his knees, the feeling of him unlacing my boots

"don't tempt me" I smiled leaning up to watch him pull the boots off and chuck them back under the bed and crawled back on top of me "thank you" I whispered into his ear

"no problem darling" he dove down into my neck, peppering kisses all over working down my chest as I struggled to keep myself propped up on the sheets, he stopped at the neck of my shirt looking up at me as I gave him a nod to take it off, he came back pressing another kiss to my lips before his hands pulled the top over my head exposing my bare chest to him, his eyes only became darker staring at me, I felt worried but the adrenaline soon kicked that as his lips pressed against mine pushing me onto the mattress below "god you are beautiful everywhere huh?" I grinned pushing him away giggling, he went down again, letting his lips go around my sensitive nipple, licking the bud until I was holding back a moan, his other free hand needing me, I let my nails dig into his back causing noises to fall from his lips

"shit- Tom Oh" I started feeling myself only get wetter, his teeth grated my skin coming back up to my neck "I- holy shit, i need you" I whimpered as his hands traveled to my thighs

"breath Y/n- I'm getting there sweetheart there's no rush" a sly smile gripped his mouth "relax"

"I am- just bored of waiting" I teased hooking my legs over his waist swapping our positions, him below me staring up in shock "relax" I mimicked

"watch your mouth" my hips rolled against his as his words exited him "Y/n-" Tom warned

"what? can't take it?" my voice was thick of lust, drowning his ears, pressing a kiss to his skin working down to his exposed collar bone "or is it you don't want me?" I whined to him, pushing myself down harder hearing a groan from him

"you're a tease y/n/n" I laughed letting my hands circle his chest

"shame..." I breathed "is this hard for you Tommy?" his eyes closed at the nickname, mouth tightening shut, his hands holding my highs still, squeezing harder than before, his jeans feeling much tighter "hm- I guess it is" as I went to climb off Tom pulled me back, slamming my torso to his

"don't you dare" our eyes met, I grinned at him but he wasn't as happy "I'll wipe that smile away in a second doll"

"yeah?" he nodded "do it Kaulitz"

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The second part is about Nori. Read the first part if you haven't read it.

Вторая часть про Нори. Прочтите первую часть, если не читали.

Continue... After Nori mutated, she wandered the streets for several weeks (about a month). She didn't dare approach people for help because she scared a couple of people with her appearance. And what to do with this appearance? In general, Nori didn't know what to do. She stole food and things to hide. And after a while she got into the Karate Dragon gang (the original name, I know💅). No, but what? Housing, food, clothes, that is, you will not die, they teach martial arts, and you just need to obey orders implicitly. Normal. Nori had no other choice. What can she do?

Продолжим... После того как Нори мутировала, она в течении нескольких недель (около месяца) скиталась по улицам. Она не решалась подойти к людям за помощью, потому что своим видом она напугала пару человек. Да и, что делать вот с этой внешностью? В общем, Нори не знала, что делать. Воровала еду, вещи, чтобы укрыться. И спустя время она попала в банду Каратэ Драконов (оригинальное название, я знаю💅). Не, ну а чё? Жильё, еда, одежда, то есть ты не сдохнешь, учат боевому искусству, а тебе всего лишь нужно беспрекословно выполнять приказы. Нормально. У Нори не было другого выхода. Что поделать?

The leader of the gang is Hun. This is my rise version of Hun. Google it if you don't know such a character. He first appeared in the tmnt 2003 TV series, and this character is also in the tmnt 2012 TV series. But there he's boring, and in the 2003 version he's an interesting character. He is the adopted son of Kristoff Van Bradford. Yes. This man, in case you forgot.

Лидером банды является Хан. Это моя rise версия Хана. Погуглите, если не знаете такого персонажа. Впервые он появился в сериале чн 2003 года, также этот персонаж есть в сериале чн 2012 года. Но там он скучный, а в версии 2003 года он интересный персонаж. Это приёмный сын Кристоффа Ван Брэдфорда. Да. Вот этот мужик, если забыли.

And here's Hun.

А вот и Хан.

His tattoo shows who's in charge here (it sounds a bit cringe, but I don't care). Why didn't he show up? Well, he's an adult, independent. Criminal activity will not happen by itself, training is needed. Well, you know, you know.

Его тату показывает кто тут главный (звучит немного кринжово, но мне пофиг). Почему он не появлялся? Ну, он же взрослый, самостоятельный. Преступная деятельность сама по себе не случится, тренировки нужны. Ну, понимаете, понимаете.

Kristoff sheltered Hun when he was about 8 years old. Hun is the successor to Kristoff's case. So he adjusted Hun to himself as much as possible. He was quite strict in his upbringing. There was no love there. Hun is as negative as possible, nasty. Well, Kristoff did his best. Hun likes to manipulate, build everyone up for himself, command (he's not all at home, he has problems with his head), intimidate with words and force (he likes the latter more). And he replaced a former gang member with Nori. He saw that Nori was in a desperate and vulnerable position, she had no one, no one would help her (so far🙃). As you understand, Nori agreed and decided to be in this gang for the time being, in order to somehow survive until there is a better option.

Кристофф приютил Хана, когда тому было лет 8. Хан - это продолжатель дела Кристоффа. Так что он максимально подстроил Хана под себя. Был довольно строгим в воспитании. Никакой любви там не было. Хан чел максимально негативный, противный. Ну, Кристофф постарался. Хан любит манипулировать, строить всех под себя, командовать (у него не все дома, с башкой проблемс), запугивать и словами и силой (второе больше любит). И по сути Нори он заменил бывшего члена банды. Он увидел, что Нори в безвыходном и уязвимом положении, у неё никого нет, ей никто не поможет (пока что🙃). Как вы поняли, Нори согласилась и решила до поры до времени быть в этой банде, чтобы хоть как-то выжить, пока не найдётся варианта получше.

As you can see, I changed my headcanon. Nori is no longer from the Foot clan! That's it, it's no longer a canon for my au. Forget it. That's why there was another redesign (🙄). And all these ideas came to my mind at night, as they always do. Well, holy shit, fuck... It doesn't matter. In fact, everything remains unchanged, except for Nori's membership in the Foot clan.

Как вы поняли я пом��няла свой хэдканон. Нори больше не из клана Фут! Всё, это больше не канон для моей ау. Забыли. А потому произошёл очередной редизайн (🙄). И все эти идеи пришли мне в голову ночью, как и всегда. Ну, ёпт твою мать блять... Неважно. По сути всё остаётся неизменным, кроме принадлежности Нори к клану Фут.

Nori really learned from Hun. But the training was, of course, very difficult, especially for Nori. Hun is quite tough and manipulative. Nori had to live with it.

Нори действительно научилась у Хана. Но тренировки были, конечно, очень тяжёлыми, особенно для Нори. Хан довольно жёсткий и манипулятор. Нори пришлось с этим жить.

The period from mutation to Nori's transition to the Hamato clan remains unchanged, 2 years. At the age of 14, she mutates, at the same age goes into a gang, but leaves at the age of 16.

Срок от мутации до перехода Нори в клан Хамато остаётся неизменным, 2 года. В 14 лет она мутирует, в этом же возрасте переходит в банду, но в 16 лет уходит от туда.

Well, those who are in the know know what will happen next. If you don't know, here's a more recent post. There's more details there.

Ну, те кто шарят знают, что будет дальше. Если вы вдруг не знаете, вот вам более давний пост. Там поподробнее.

Nori and Leo's first meeting😙

Первая встреча Нори и Лео😙

And a small redesign of Nori, but already from the Hamato clan.

И ещё небольшой редизайн Нори, но уже из клана Хамато.

It was Splinter who gave kunais to Nora. Although... It depends on when the action of the official comic "Farewell" takes place... It is necessary that Splinter HAS TIME to give her a weapon.

Именно Сплинтер подарил кунаи Норе. Хотя... зависит от того, когда происходит действия официального комикса "Прощание"... Надо, чтобы Сплинтер УСПЕЛ подарить ей оружие.

After Nori met Leo (he was the first one she met), it took about 5 months (maybe less, but no more) before she joined the Hamato clan.

После знакомства Нори с Лео (он первый с кем она познакомилась) прошло около 5 месяцев (может меньше, но не больше), прежде чем она перешла в клан Хамато.

Nori got her scar when Han wanted to attack Leo so that he wouldn't stop him from killing Nori. Khan considered Nori a traitor, as she, not only left the gang, she did not properly follow orders.

Нори получила свой шрам, когда Хан хотел напасть на Лео, чтобы тот не помешал ему убить Нори. Хан посчитал Нори предательницей, так как она, мало того, что ушла из банды, она должным образом не выполняла приказы.

So, Nori joined the Hamato clan. Immediately she became friends with Mona Lisa, they became best friends. Even as sisters. Mona mostly gave advice to Nori. Mona became like an older sister to her. After all, Mona is older than Nori. The girls became friends when Mona Lisa was 17 and Nori was 16. But after Nori's transition, her psychological problems did not go away. She considered herself unworthy of Leo, believed that he deserved more. After all, the humiliation and dislike of parents did their job. This is a low self-esteem that had to be fought. But Nori loved Leo and wanted to be with him. Because, thanks to him, she got her taste for life back, she felt happier. She was pleased to realize that she was finally needed and loved by someone. It will take some time before Nori's self-esteem becomes stable.

Итак, Нори перешла в клан Хамато. Сразу же она подружилась с Моной Лизой, они стали лучшими подружками. Даже как сёстры. В основном Мона давала советы Нори. Мона стала как бы старшей сестрой для неё. Всё-таки Мона старше Нори. Девочки подружились, когда Моне Лизе было 17 лет, а Нори 16. Но после перехода Нори её психологические проблемы никуда не делись. Она считала себя недостойной Лео, считала, что он заслуживает большего. Всё-таки унижения и нелюбовь родителей сделали своё дело. Это низкая самооценка, с которой пришлось бороться. Но Нори любила Лео и хотела быть с ним. Поскольку, бла��одаря нему, у неё вернулся вкус к жизни, она почувствовала себя более счастливой. Ей было приятно осознавать, что она наконец кому-то нужна и её кто-то любит. Понадобится некоторое время, прежде чем самооценка Нори станет стабильной.

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Warnings: follows avatar twow plot (aka spoils the whole thing) , sfw (don't even try me w anything weird) , some ooc, use of y/n, female reader, argument?

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THIS IS A STORY (NOT A ONESHOT) SO IT'LL HAVE MULTIPLE PARTS

I don't speak na'vi, so all the na'vi words are from google pls forgive me if they are wrong (┳◇┳)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

TW: ARGUMENT

PART 2: " DANCER " 1.9k words

you sat on your desk chair, curled up in a ball mumbling angry complaints about your current situation

“how could they do this to me..? why would I want to get closer to my potential killer!?”

you fell silent as you heard a knock on your bedroom door, reluctantly getting up you slowly opened the door and saw a young human boy, who you often saw in the lab, standing in the doorway.

‘wait! maybe I won’t have to face them after all!’ you thought, your eyes lighting up with the hope that you wouldn’t be spending a painfully awkward 2 hours with the blue creatures Jake’s sons as you had dreaded.

“…can we.. uhh come in?”

oh great..we

clearly, you weren’t as fortunate as you’d hoped

“..sure.” you said, a tinge of disappointment in your voice , “two of you will have to sit on my bed, I haven’t got enough desk space” you returned to your desk chair sitting snug up against the wall, awkwardly looking at the table.

there was only one spare seat, so naturally the human boy took a seat in front of you, while Neteyam and Lo’ak sat next to each other on your bed.

“..so let’s start with basic introductions first, im sure you’ve..uhh seen me around, but my name is Spider” the human boy awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, turning towards his two friends, silently begging them to introduce themselves.

“Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan,” he looked up noticing your confusion, “…Neteyam.”

letting out a tired sigh, “I’m Lo’ak”

“i’m y/n,” you said, your gaze never leaving sight of your desk in front of you

the first 45 minutes consisted of intense stares from Lo’ak and Neteyam while Spider was trying to teach you how to pronounce, “my name is y/n”, however, it was clear that you weren’t gonna get very far any time soon

“no, you have to make like an rrrr sound”

“…how am I supposed to make an r..r-rrr sound!?”

the conversation in the room grew quiet, spider rubbing his temples (trying to convince himself that he was not a bad teacher and that you were just slow)

“who really are you..?” Lo’ak spoke up, looking at you up and down . it was now clear that they had never really stopped suspecting you. you paused, taking a deep breath, you were starting to get annoyed with the number of times you'd been asked that question.

“…who do you think I am?”

this answer drew everyone’s attention, the atmosphere quickly became tense, however, you remained in complete eye contact with Lo’ak awaiting an answer.

“..a spy” he paused, “I think you're a spy, sent from whatever dumb planet you came from , helping with whatever the sky people here are trying to do.”

you let out a low chuckle; now you were annoyed, “you must think you’re really smart, sorry to break it to you but if your tiny blue brain still can’t process what I’ve told you a thousand times, I’m not sure you’re fit to be asking all these questions”

you stood up from your seat, walking towards Lo’ak before Neteyam held out his arm protectively in front of his brother. Normally at the mere sight of Neteyam, you’d run away in fear, but the fact that the two of them couldn’t even last two hours without giving you dirty looks was extremely irritating.

“calm down, you sound quite rich considering you were flailing around in the forest a couple of days ago.” Neteyam scoffed, moving to take a step forward so he was now towering over you

“wait..are you kidding me!?” your eyebrows furrowed together and your mouth agape in shock, “what were you expecting me to do?” this time you take a step closer, now forcing Neteyam to shuffle back. “I appear in this random place, stripped away from everything I ever knew. piecing together whatever little survival info I had trying to find help, only to be attacked by..by wild ape things and you expect me to be calm?!”

“hey! you don’t get to insult my friends like that,” Spider was now standing, roughly pushing your shoulder to get you’re attention, “what did you want him to do? not protect his clan, his family? I understand you're stressed but-”

“you..understand..? being forgotten, as a baby, does not mean you can relate to me” all the stress and anxiety had finally caught up with you, you weren’t expecting an apology but they could at least be mindful of what they were saying

“if his family is so important, he should be able to feel even the slightest bit of sympathy” you turned to Neteyam, “try to imagine..being kidnapped, taken by force, and waking up in an unknown land, your family nowhere to be seen. you’re not familiar with anyone so ‘naturally’ you get attacked, then you get bombarded by thousands of questions, being examined hundreds of times. After all that, you overhear that you may not be able to see your family again.” you scoffed, “so, forgive me if I am being dramatic, I hope my ability to be calm won’t affect you too much.”

everyone looked at you in shock, sure they could see you were stressed but they did not expect you to burst out in anger like that. you walked over to your wardrobe and took out a black box from the top cupboard, walking towards the door you said,

“we have around 30 minutes left, if you need me I’ll be behind the lab. once the time is up, get out.” your voice was laced with venom, you were blinded by intense rage and stress that you refused to spend any longer around them.

you walked out of your bedroom and told the working scientists you were going for a walk, leaving before they could question you any further.

the three boys were frozen, they didn’t know what to say. Neteyam felt a small pain in his heart when he heard you say that you might not be able to see your family ever again, as he knows that without his family, he has no purpose. Lo’ak was also confused, he didn’t know how to feel. he wasn’t in the wrong for suspecting you, but he started to regret giving you nothing but judgmental stares for the past hour and a half.

“uhm.. do we just sit here and wait for 30 minutes…?” Spider awkwardly turned to look at his friends, this was the first time they’d been in such a…unique situation.

“no, let's just leave now. I’ll tell dad she wanted to end it early.” Neteyam dusted himself off and walked out the bedroom, Lo’ak and Spider following suit. they waved goodbye to the scientists, and quickly walked out of the lab.

------ ---- ------

you stormed out of the lab, your nails digging into the sides of the black box. once you had found a nice clear area behind the lab, you knelt down on the grass and opened the box. inside were 3 things, all of which you had stolen borrowed from other scientists. the first thing was a walkman, you were confused as to why somebody had something that old in their possession but you needed some form of music so you took it anyway. the last two things were dance equipment; pointe shoes & toe pads, you were a dance student back on earth so taking them was a no-brainer.

after tying the ribbons on your pointe shoes, you adjust your sweatpants and slip on the walkman pressing a button to play whatever music tape was left inside.

as the music flooded your ears you allowed your body to melt into the rhythm of the music, your feelings drifting away as you moved. you smiled and pretended as if you were performing on stage, acting out the very story you were dancing to. as the song reached its climax you softly hummed the melody, turning faster yet obtaining your elegance. this was a routine you had done thousands of times before yet it was still the one that you enjoyed the most.

------ ---- ------

Lo'ak's ears twitched as he came to an abrupt stop.

"what?" Neteyam stopped walking and turned to look at his younger brother

"listen," Lo'ak whispered turning towards a certain direction of the forest. Giving nobody a chance to respond, he started to walk closer to where he heard the sound coming from.

"look," Spider pointed in your direction

"what's she doing?" Lo'ak asked, looking directly at your pointe shoes

"I think she's..dancing?" Spider replied. he and Lo'ak were now crouching behind a bush, trying to get a better look at you without making it obvious that they're watching you. Neteyam on the other hand, stood next to a tree, mesmerised at the way you moved. how effortlessly you turned, while humming a soft tune.

"is she balancing on her toes..!? is that a human thing?" Lo'ak turned to Spider n nudged his side repeatedly, trying to make sure he wasn't seeing things

"how would I know!!? I don't know everything about earth!" Spider groaned, attempting to stop his friend from bruising his ribs

after hearing a loud noise, you immediately stopped dancing and took off the walkman, turning in the direction of the sound. you spotted two blue figures; one in a bush and one shamelessly standing by a tree. you moved your gaze slightly to the right and saw small a head of blonde dreadlocks.

you chuckled, "so much for a spy, huh?" you sat down on the grass and started to untie your pointe shoes, while Spider and Lo'ak stood up from their 'hiding' spot

"what were you doing?" Spider asked, looking at your pointe shoes

"aren't you a human?" you picked up your pointe shoes and walked towards him, "I was dancing, the style is called ballet. these are pointe shoes , I wear them to...make my dancing look more graceful?" you passed Spider one of your pointe shoes and gave Lo'ak the other, before turning around to put the walkman back into the black box.

"uhh...I'm gonna need those back" you coughed awkwardly, pushing forward the black box and gesturing for them to put your pointe shoes in the box. after closing the lid on the box, you slowly looked at the three of them your mind tracing back to the heated conversation earlier.

"sorry-"

"about earlier..-" you started,.

Lo'ak looked up in embarrassment and pointed toward you, signalling for you to speak first

"I didn't mean to blow up at you guys earlier," you turned to Neteyam, "I was wrong to blame you like that... I guess I just don't know what to do anymore" you took a step back and cleared your throat, trying to remember a short Na'vi phrases you had been taught,

"Oe..tsap'..palute s..see?"

you looked up, a deep blush immediately rushing up your cheeks as you saw the confusion on their faces

"do you mean..Oe tsap'alute si?" Neteyam looked at you in amusement, while Lo'ak and Spider burst out into laughter

"you...you know what I meant!" you held the box closer to your face, trying to hide your humiliated face, "look..I'm sorry okay!"

"sorry for being...rude," Lo'ak sheepishly said, still chuckling from your poor attempt at speaking the Na'vi language

you smiled and waved goodbye to the trio, "see you guys next week!" they waved goodbye and headed deeper into the forest

maybe...just maybe they weren't as bad as you thought

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thank you so much for reading ! please make sure to comment who you'd like for the love interest <33

[batboyblog]

Have you ever heard of the phrase "Every Zionist accusation is a confession” because that story about eviiiiil Palestinian putting an innocent Israeli baby in an oven, just like the story about eviiiiiil Islamic jihadist Palestinians beheading 40 Israeli babies, is a fake propaganda stories with absolutely no real proof beside Zionists saying its true, but you know what is a real story? Israeli soldiers ordering Hussein al-Shareed to throw his own son in a burning oven then throwing that baby in the oven themselves after his father refused to do it closely followed by throwing Hussein behind his son.

And this doesn't of course take into account how a huge portion of the 4000 Palestinian children Israel killed in "self-defense" this month were babies or the other babies that they killed in prior years, but why would a fascist scum like you bother showing sympathy to thousands of systematically murdered Palestinian babies when you can save all that energy toward a fake proof-less story about one dead Israeli baby?

Ps: I know you will not actually answer this and would instead make a post about "omg anti-semites in my inbox are wishing death on me simply because I'm Jewish AGAIN! :/ " but Idc I just wanted to remind scum like you that literally no one is falling for your old Zionist tactic of victimizing yourself and demonizing Palestinians (at least normal people, I'm sure fellow White Supremacists would be with you)

And good morning to you too. This is a taste of the delightful antisemitism clogging up my inbox

any ways this is pretty classic of how holocaust denial works, ie "It didn't happen! but you totally deserved it!"

of course there's lots of proof of what Hamas did on October 7th, they filmed a lot of it, if any one wants to traumatize themselves they can hear it all in the survivor's own words here

but the real reason I want to publish this is when you google the name "Hussein al-Shareed" you know what you find? nothing. After assuring google that no I didn't mean Hussein bin Ali, King of Hejaz died 1931, the closest match to "Hussein al-Shareed" was from Linkedin Pakistan. I've even put in a good faith effort to google the story without the name, and couldn't find anything that matched. Not a crappy story from some troll farm, not a tweet by someone who pays for twitter, nothing, nothing at all. So this person came into my inbox, made up a story, made up a name, all to prove "the evil dirty Jews Zionists lie!" truly every accusation is a confession my friend.

Am Yisrael Chai.

[justyoursicanon]

And here I thought we were different (Only to find out I was wrong)

Summary: A list of times where Spy caught a few details about Scout that makes him realize that maybe he and Scout aren't so different after all.

(A/N: Hi yea so this is based off this headcanon list by @spaghettifromthevoid and hey I thought why not make a oneshot..A very, very long one..) (And @that1randomnamename also wanted to be tagged in this too :])

Translations (Using google translate): cher ingénieur - dear engineer mon lapin - my rabbit

If Spy were to tell the truth for once, it would most likely be about the times he was genuinely shocked by Scout.

There was never a time that Spy would ever have a different reaction to the Scout, it would always be between anger, disgust, or some other default expression he would show to the runner. But after that one celebration on a Friday evening, Spy unfortunately had to rephrase that.

To start off the time, it was mostly cheerful. The team had taken another victory over the BLUs after a rather difficult battle of capture the flag. In short, the BLUs decided to actually make and use a decent plan for once. But as usual, they failed.

With that victory still fresh after everyone returned to the base, they did the usual and celebrated. Heading into the truck that afternoon and driving to the Tuefort to celebrate at the local bar. Or just the one they haven't gotten kicked out yet.

A few drinks into their stay, some of them got a bit tipsy. Engineer was chuckling from time to time between sips of his 6th beer, Soldier was shouting even louder then usual, leading in for Demo to calm him down a bit since he was used to both his and his own drunken state, and surprisingly, Medic who was also giggling a bit as he drank beside Heavy.

But as for someone like Spy, he only sat in a corner of the bar, watching everything from an unusual spot. Drinking away on his own beverage, the bars most expensive alcohol they had at the time. In Spy's opinion, it was shit.

Then, the night got a bit interesting.

Scout was chatting away with Sniper and Pyro, the arsonist nodding their head from side to side leaving everyone clueless if they were even listening to the Scout. And the Sniper, who had only gotten to his 3rd beer of the night due to taking small sips as he nodded along with whatever Scout was talking about.

Now, at times like these, Spy wouldn't give a single shit about whatever his son was talking about. He always thought the boy's interests were... Uninteresting, useless, annoying. But as he dropped his attention to him for a few minutes, his interest had shifted.

He knew Scout was always one for mocking, for fun and games, to be annoying and get whatever attention he could get from time to time. And he would succeed. He always would, especially with those horrible fake accents and statement of mockery the Scout had thrown onto him on the usual.

But this time, the same mocking mannerism he did was different. And this, was what led Spy to think about his opinions on his son. Just a little.

"Man you don't even freakin' know how annoying it was on that one contract I did with Spy! It was somewhere in uh, think it was New Jersey or somethin' and Spy would not get off my ass when I decided to dress up in some normal clothes for once! Like geez man let me wear my polo after working in a literal desert for 4 years!" He heard the Scout rant, a volume that only pitched up slightly as most of the chaos from the other mercenaries died down.

He saw the Sniper nod along as the runner continued. "My polo wasn't even bad! I mean sure it was blue, but we were in New Jersey for crying out loud! He was the one wearing a freakin' red suit and a dollar store ski mask!"

Spy rolled his eyes as the Sniper chuckled and agreed with the Scout.

Then, the next scene had caught him off guard.

He watched as Scout shifted his position on the stool to sit straighter and crossed his legs, only both his elbows leaning on the top of the long table, and he grabbed the straw that was in his BONK! can, and placed the tip of one of the ends of the straw in his mouth. As if it was a lit cigarette.

And for a slight moment, Scout was in a perfect position that Spy would have definitely been in. And Spy had to take a large sip of his drink to calm himself down.

Oh but it didn't stop there.

"Scout you imbecile, Go change out of that ridiculous outfit! Put your hat back on. At least it's something that wouldn't blow our entire cover." The Scout imitated Spy's accent. It was close in a horrifying way. Well, it wasn't perfect of course, but it was close.

Too close.

But it became closer when he watched as Scout continued his actions as he spoke.

The way Scout leaned back a bit as if he was straightening his back,

the straw moving slightly in his mouth as if he was adjusting the taste of tobacco,

and the way his grip-taped hands and crumpled a bit of his shirt in his hands and tug down a bit like he was adjusting a suit.

It was all something Spy had done. And Scout imitated it perfectly.

His whole body froze, the grip on his almost finished glass tightening ever so slightly. He didn't even acknowledge Scout dropping the act to laugh, even with Sniper laughing along with him rather loudly.

But, as soon as they got back to base. He pushed it aside.

It was just a coincidence.

They've stayed together longer in contracts and battles then usual.

But it didn't mean anything, it wasn't a big deal.

Scout is Scout, not the small Jeremy he had in his arms when he was wrapped in a cloth.

Not the Jeremy that wrapped his tiny fingers on Spy's gloved finger.

Jeremy is his son. Scout isn't.

But of course, something decided to prove him wrong.

--

Spy sighed again as he threw another worn out cigarette in his filled tray. One hand taking out his small kit from his suit, while the other continued to hold his small deck of cards.

Skillful fingers casually open the kit in one hand and he plucked out another cigarette, his index and middle finger holding the cigarette while the rest of his fingers put his kit back in his suit.

He inches the tip of the cig towards Sniper, who was observing his own deck carefully.

"Light," He asks, and Sniper grabs the lighter beside the other deck of cards on a spot on the table and quickly lights his cigarette. Spy nodding a thanks.

Both men were intensely focused on their game, Spy could obviously feel those short glares that the marksman would shoot him with. Even though Spy's eyes were glued onto his own deck.

As Spy thought, mentally picking and thinking what his next move is, he could hear every sound around them.

He could hear the tv in the other room playing, the sound of Soldier and Demo's distant laughter coming along. The sound of machinery and sparks flying in another room towards Engineer's workshop. And even the hysterical faint laughter of the Medic in his infirmary.

He moves the cigarette in his mouth, and adjusts the placement of cards in his hands-

"Hey guys have you seen Pyro?-"

"Bloody hell!"

All 3 of them suddenly jump from the sudden noises. Sniper letting out a shout as he backed up in his chair slightly with a loud screech of the chair leg scratching harshly on the floor.

Spy standing up in a flash with his cards falling on the table and his butterfly knife open and faced at the other voice.

And Scout jumping back with a yelp as he takes a few steps back. "Geez man put the knife down! Didn't mean to scare you guys this time, I swear!" Scout defended, his hands still up in the air as he turns his face away from the blade.

Spy lets out a few heavy breaths, while Sniper slightly chuckles.

"Christ, sorry mate. Didn't hear ya one bit, ya sure ya didn't sneak up on us?" "Uh no? I was just walking up to ya as always. Kinda thought you saw me walking up behind Spy."

Sniper bumped his hat a bit to brush his hair back as he let out another raspy laugh.

"Didn't see or hear ya at all Roo. Thought you would have been using your mouth right before sneaking up on us." "I wasn't sneaking up on any of ya this time. Promise."

Spy glared at Scout for another moment, before pocketing his knife and dragging his chair back to sit on it. Retrieving his cards again.

"Pyro is in the workshop with the Engineer." He says as he rearranges his cards, and leans into his chair again.

All 3 of them stay silent for a moment, before Scout lets out a small laugh.

"Alright, thanks!" He says while waving at both of them, and turns to run to the workshop.

Sniper smiles slightly and waves back, before going back to his cards.

"Shuffle again, I saw your whole deck."

"Bugger."

--

"Evenin' Spy, mind doin' a favor for me?" Favors were normal for Spy, whether it be both for business or personal reasons. Most favors he had, and accepted, were always for business.

But this particular favor from the Engineer was... Odd..

"Depends on the favor, cher ingénieur." Spy replied, letting out a puff of smoke into the night air as the cigarette remained in his two fingers. His body continued to lean on the railings of the base porch.

"Well.. Do you mind finding where the kid is? Haven't seen him all day after uh, a bit of a difficult session with Doc."

Spy's body immediately tensed.

He whipped around, the cigarette almost falling, even if it was squeezing in the agent's grip.

"What happened?" He asked, his tone turned firm.

Concerned.

"I don't know the whole story, but what I heard from Medic was that Scout was being a bit hard and harsh on his words when he was explaining some things. Think it was something about his health and how the boy's not going easy on himself recently. But, that's all he's told me after Scout ran out of the infirmary." Spy stared at the Engineer, before sighing. The last of his cigarette's smoke flowing out of his mouth as the sigh continues.

Scout isn't taking care of himself?

"Do you have a clue on where the boy could have gone?" "Can't say I do, nor can the others. None of them have seen the boy all day."

Spy nods. He can feel the cold air of the darkening night slipping through his mask, and flowing through the rest of his garments. If he was alone, he would have shivered slightly.

"I'll look for wherever he could be." He watches as the Engineer lets out a soft sigh and smiles, gently patting the French man's shoulder. "Thanks partner, hope to see you with him once I get dinner done."

Dinner was probably going to be done in an hour and a half, maybe two full hours depending on what Engineer would be cooking, and if Soldier or Pyro end up distracting him in the process.

He'll be able to find Scout in time. How hard could finding the boy be?

It took 2 hours.

2 hours.

It was a miracle that Engineer was only finishing up his cooking, added up with Pyro and Demo fixing the dining table while waiting.

Spy didn't know how, he wanted to know how. But at the same time he couldn't give a single shit because he couldn't find where Scout was.

It was driving him insane.

Insanely worried.

He looked everywhere and anywhere. Every spot he knew Scout would stay both on and off battles, any place Scout would have gone to stay at any time.

But he just couldn't find him.

Spy was on his 10th cigarette as he harshly walked on the dried ground of New Mexico, almost yanking away the cigarette as he puffed out the smoke rather then a soothing sigh.

Where could have Scout gone to?

He was walking up to one of the sheds, a bit of a distance away from the base.

It was old, on the verge of falling to pieces, but Engineer insisted they use the old thing as storage.

He made a face of disgust as he reached the door, inching his gloved hand towards the rusted handle. Before dropping it, and ended up opening the door with a harsh kick.

And once again, with no thought of the possibility, his eyes widened as he found Scout inside.

He was sitting down in the corner of the shed, his legs and knees pressing itself to his chest as he leaned his body to a dusty cloth that was covering what Spy thought was most likely an old sentry.

His baseball cap was messily placed on his head, the front end covering his eyes as a few small strands of his hair puffed out in the back of his head.

He was asleep, Spy figured since Scout would have jumped if someone just suddenly kicked the door open to the point of literally shaking the shed.

He walked over to him, quietly kneeling down to Scout's level, and gently shook his shoulder.

The Scout muttered as he rocked his head to the other side, his hat falling to his side as he let his head hang on his shoulder.

Spy let out a quiet breath.

"Scout. Scout wake up."

Scout muttered again as the words filled the room. His body shifting slightly.

Spy shook his shoulder again, and Scout's eyes started to blink open.

"Wha.. What?-" He asked, letting out a yawn as he scratched his head, his hat falling to the ground in the process.

"We'll be late for dinner, get up. I'll be outside." Spy replied as his gaze softened when he saw him awake. He stood up, dusting off his suit, and walked outside. Standing in the night's air as he waited.

Scout came out shortly after, his dogtags clinking together as he walked past Spy, leaving the French man to roll his eyes and catch up with him on the same pace.

"What happened with the doctor?" He asked. He noticed the way Scout's pace faltered slightly, but didn't stop.

"It ain't any of your business." Scout replied, shoving his loosely taped hands in his pockets as he breathed in the cold air.

Spy opened his mouth again to reply, but then thought about it. Then closes it.

--

1:05 AM

It wasn't unusual for Spy to stay up at such late hours. He had various of reasons to why he would always find himself sitting in his smoking room, the flames in the fire place long gone hours ago, the lights closed and dim, and the rain continuing to pour outside his very windows.

He would also find himself walking down the halls of the base, and sitting in one of the chairs in the kitchen.

It became a normal habit for the man, and he wasn't the only one.

He knows Medic would often stay up late too, being a busy doctor and experimenting on anything and everything.

As well as the Engineer. Such a hardworking man trying to upgrade his precious sentries.

As his shoes barely made hearable clacks on the wooden floor, watching himself slowly walk to the kitchen like always, he hadn't expect to see anyone else in the kitchen at this late time.

But why did it have to be Scout? Why was the first thing he saw when he stepped out of the hallway and into the kitchen was that plain red shirt with its sleeves ruffled and messily pull down? Why out of all of the people in the base did it have to be Scout? He didn't know either. "Oh, uh hey pal. Can't sleep either?" Scout asked as his head finally looked up from hanging, and staring at the table that he leaned forward on.

Spy immediately noticed those tired, empty blue eyes. Why were they so dull tonight?

Spy didn't reply, only nodding once, and walking past Scout and towards the cabinets where their cups laid in.

As he poured the cold water from the pitcher, he could hear the faint deep breaths of the runner. He finished pouring and places the pitcher back in the fridge, taking the cup and leaning on the sink counter as he sips it.

The two laid in silence.

"Mon lapin, why are you awake?" Spy finally asks. Drinking the last drops of his water, before placing the cup in the sink. Once he turns back to Scout, he shrugs as his posture slouches a bit further. "Earlier in the battle, the BLU Demo was being an asshole and kept bombing the spots I always go to when I'm tryna heal." He pauses, and Spy notices his thumbs trying to fidget with each other, but soon stop. Spy suspected he was trying to fidget with his grip tape. But he wasn't wearing any at the moment.

"Every time I turned a corner to hide, just one freakin' second of standing I could hear ticking. And before I could even look, I get blown up." He finished, he leans back into his chair, head raised up to the ceiling and sighs. Both his hands coming up to rub down his face.

"I keep hearing the damn ticking in my head, it's killing me! I'm so beat down already man.." He muttered, and slouched back onto the table.

Spy hummed as he stared at his son, a few minutes passing by with silence.

Before he let a sigh, and slightly rolled his eyes.

"Follow me." He said, turning and walking down the hall again. His quiet clanks fading as he walks deeper into the hall.

Scout's head jumps immediately, and stumbles out of his seat to follow him, hissing slightly at the slight pain in his body.

Spy could hear those rough and heavy stomps on the wooden planks not too far behind him, he sighs and shakes his head, hoping he wouldn't regret this decision.

He reaches his smoking room and opens the door, leaving a crack open for Scout to follow.

He then continues to remove his suit coat and hangs it in a nearby coat rack, leaving him in his white polo while loosening his tie slightly. He could hear the door creak open as Scout enters, and he fetches his lighter in his coat pocket and walks to the fire place.

"Sit on one of the chairs, I'll be with you in a moment." He says aloud, and he could her Scout's unsure 'uhh' somewhere behind him. He grabs a few dusty-ish logs from a small corner in the room, and throws them in, flicking the lighter and setting the wood in flames.

He dusts himself off as he stood up, turning to the small table that had a gramophone, and opens the drawer below it. Slowly picking through the various of records stored inside. "Uh Spy? What exactly am I doin' in ya smoking room?" Spy didn't respond, again. He picks out a vinyl record and gently places the record down on the gramophone, and hums as it starts playing.

Scout stares at the gramophone for a moment, processing the music that was continuing to play.

It was nice. "You can stay here for the night, I considered that the music would help with this... 'Ticking.'" Spy replied, taking a seat on the other chair that was near the fire place.

He watched as Scout's expression turn from surprise, to thankful. A tired smile grows on his face as he leans in the couch to get comfortable.

"Thanks for not being an asshole for once," He hears Scout mutter. Spy rolls his eyes as he also leans in his own chair. "Night Spy.."

Spy wouldn't dare admit the small smile on his face as soon as he saw Scout finally relax and fall asleep in peace.

--

"Aye lad, mind chattin' with ya for a second?"

Spy looked over at the Demo man with a raised brow. They were a minute in before battle started, and everyone was getting ready in Resupply.

"Scout over there seems pretty eh.. Out of it today.." He says as he takes a small sip from his bottle as he nods towards Scout.

Spy follows his movement and spots the runner sitting on one of the benches, leaning on the wall as he messily balances the end of his baseball bat on the ground. Twirling it slightly.

Now his whole position wasn't out of the usual, it was more of his expression.

His face barely showed, indicated, or expressed any emotion. His blue eyes looked dull and fogged as he stared at the wall, and into nothingness.

Spy didn't even think that Scout was capable of doing a poker face.

But what got him to look away in a rush was that Scout's poker face looked almost exactly like his when he was in his youth.

His mouth in a thin straight line, eyes expressed and shown balanced between tired and wide, and his eyebrows barely twitching and basically glued to one spot.

"Scout? Scout are you alright?"

Spy watched as Medic walked over to Scout and shook his shoulder, causing the younger man to shake his head, seemingly snapping out of the expression, and turns to Medic with a more confused look. "Uh yea? What's up doc?" "You were staring at the wall when I called you the first 2 times, are you alright?"

Scout rubbed his eyes and adjusted his cap, then looked back at the doctor. "Yea, yea I'm fine. Just zoned out." He said and waved his hand, standing up as his hand gripped his metal bat as it swung and landed on his shoulder to rest there.

Medic nodded and spoke to him for a while, leaving Spy to contemplate for another few moments.

He didn't have long, before the Administrator shouted in the speakers.

"Startin' to realize he looks like you everyday, huh partner?" Engineer asked, looking over at the Spy with his goggles shining from the light as the doors lift open.

Spy only sighs out a trail of smoke as he drops the cigarette on the floor, and steps on it.

--

The End :]

[thenuggetfamine]

Do you have more backstory for Famine?

Ok you are the 4th person who has asked so I explained some of it.

I have a very long Google doc I have been working on for years. Maybe I will finish it one day and can somehow send it to Tumblr, idk

I'm also cutting this off because long

Also there are mentions of starvation and death

But there are also mentions of magical soup :3

Ok, so Famine is a monster. He is technically an alien type creature. He was created by a fallen goddess who turned evil after betrayal. So she sought to create a creature that would be the downfall of humanity. After several tries, she got Famine. He was the 4th attempt. The original 3 attempts refused to harm humanity, they will be important for later. Famine actually isn't his real him, it's a nickname he gave himself. His real name is The Broken Curse, but that isn't much of a name. So he is called Famine instead. Which is because he eats everything and is always famished.

I know this will probably upset some people, but Famine is technically a baby. Not a baby in the sense of an actual infant. But he ages incredibly slowly, and dispute being alive for thousands of years, he has the mind of about a 5 year old.

Which I know to some people can be weird or bad. I promise it's nothing actually bad. He is in no way supposed to be a creepy age thing. He is heavily based off my dog, who was in fact at one point a smol puppy when I made Famine.

Also that is why I absolutely do not want NSFW anywhere near my boi because, well I don't like NSFW, but also that makes me feel so much worse because he feels mentally like my son sometimes.

Anyway, with that out of the way, for the lore. Famine is 5,524 human years old. He is a monster alien creature thing. He doesn't have a soul. Instead he is made of tar that was given sentience through a core. A core in my lore is this type of orb that harnesses energy. It is like a soul, but physically, and magical. Although it normally is supposed to expel energy, Famine's is broken, and absorbs it. Hence why he is called the Broken Curse, his core is broken. Also he is called a curse. It's a thing created by a god to cause harm upon the world in my lore. Which can be a spell, like a normal curse, it can be a physical being. Like Famine. So Famine only has one purpose in life, which is to destroy humanity.

Ok so now for the very very confused parts.

Famine has two main forms. (He has another which is a "human" form, which is just a disguise to hide among humans, not really that special)

His main forms are Parasite and Famine. Parasite is a smaller, thin version of Famine. It is pitch black and made entirely from tar. This was his Original Form. This form was incredibly powerful and dangerous and would be able to kill pretty much anything of it tried hard enough. Parasite had many powers, but the main one was Corruption. Corruption is a power where anything that it bit would wither to dust within a day. It was incredibly dangerous. He had other, smaller powers, but that was the main one. The tar around his is considered to be sentient due to corruption, he is the embodiment of it.

One of the previous curses, the second one, imprisoned Parasite and removed most of the corruption. Making them "better". Which made Famine. Who is technically still "evil", but is way to stupid to do really anything horrible. He still can do bad things, like he still tries to eat peoples souls, but he isn't near as good as it.

So basically he went from goopy monster to chonky monster.

Famine is still made from tar, but he has a outer shell type thing so he can have fur and scales. Although he doesn't have any organs other than a mouth, throat and stomach. (Also he doesn't have a brain. Basically his core works as his brain and life source. It also is given to souls that are digested. The souls are what keep it powered. Without them, the core will die. And then kinda turn into a nuclear reactor type situation and blow up. So that bad)

And his stomach, it's weird.

So basically, Famine has a stomach pocket. It physically cannot digest food. It is a storage and is completely safe. Inside, there can be a portal. If he eats you, you will fall into his stomach pocket and be sucked into the Portal. This will then take you to an afterlife-like realm that will slowly digest you soul, as you get sleepy and fall asleep forever. This realm is called the Ashnite. When you fall asleep, your body is slowly turned to tar. Which is then used to add to Famine's tar. And any excess is turned to saliva, which is also tar. But the portal is toggleable, so he can turn it off and make his belly completely safe. So he can store friends, plushies, or other things. It is cannon he stores Monopoly money in his belly. I'm not joking. He thinks it has real world value, it's really funny.

Also don't ask me how his stomach is able to growl if it doesn't work like an actual stomach. I don't know. He special, I guess.

Oh, also don't worry, he don't eat peoples souls anymore. He has parents and a grandma now, and they use special magic soul mushrooms to make soup. So he has magic soup

Also Famine is very traumatized in multiple ways. Which I think is a gag at this point that everyone traumatizes their OCs, idk. But, to make the point short, Curses are very similar to gods. And that makes humans insignificant. So at one point they kidnap Famine to do tests on him. One of the tests is to see how long he can go without eating. Exactly a week. So they keep him trapped in this building for 114 years allowing for him to starve, but never die. And he goes even more insane than he already was.

So that is one of a few reasons he hates humans.

Also on a final note, Famine is and always will be SFW. The only thing that has ever been bad was him being traumatized and him killing people prior to soup. But that is not something I will ever post about because, well I don't wanna.

There is ALOT more with him. I may add onto this later, but right now this is a lot, sooo...

[sol-consort]

Can you imagine the chaos if they did find out? Like, idk, a young turian adult from a traditional family is rebelling and googles human porn/erotica to spite his parents and stumbles upon something akin to AO3 with an entire tag dedicated to nesting and breeding? And then of course he tells his friends, and they tell their other friends, and then their siblings find out and all of a sudden a chunk of the new turian adult generation know about how some humans fantasise about nesting and getting bred.

On a completely different note, but turian related, have you met Adrien Victus yet? -blue anon

Oh my god imagine if they end up getting misinformed and start thinking ao3 and other sites contains actual accurate human sex, like how a lot of people who grew up watching porn start thinking it's realistic sex.

Turians spreading remours between themselves about "nesting" and "bite marks" and distorting their own views on humans and why they like leaving hickies on each other.

You invite a turian friend back to your home just to hang out, and they end up wandering into your room and finding 3 blankets and a bunch of pillows or plushies on your bed? Their mind immediately wins gold at the Olympics of jumping to conclusions, and they think you're nesting, obviously.

Suddenly they're affectionate and asking weird questions like is your neck okay or do they smell fine to you? You keep saying the room temperature is normal whenever they ask if you're in heat.

Going back home and calling their turian gaggle of friends and gossiping about it with them laying on the bed and legs kicking in the air and all. Exaggerating some parts about how they definitely just met a human in heat who was nesting and Ha! fuck you dad! Ao3 is a valid source for human sex educational.

Maybe you bite your friend as a joke, like their arm or something because they stole one of your fries. And the turians eating with the two of you look completely flustered and stuttering, not believing their eyes and immediately thinking it means you two are a thing now. One of them who has been clingy to you before, is suddenly dejected as if his heart shattered into a million pieces.

Also on that note, turians are offical creeps in the universe, like it is in their blood to be creepy fucks who walk the thin line of what's appropriate or not. Creepy nerds who keep reading misinformation about human sex and taking it as facts. Making groups and blogs, introduction guides and categorising our kinks as different types of human mating.

Completely becoming obsessed rather than, yk, having sex with a human to find out like any normal person would. No they rather argue in the comment section of a home-made Turian/human porno about how this isn't accurate and the human clearly isn't enjoying themselves because they aren't moaning like a porn star and the turian should be charged for war crimes and hanged because he is a shame to their species for letting this human down in bed.

And yes I did meet him! I wanted to fuck him normally but then I found out he has a son and he became instantly ten times hotter to me and now I want to fuck him abnormal freaky style. Gonna have him lay my eggs.

[noodyl-blasstal]

Fake Dating - TAZNC Day 1

It's @taznovembercelebration time again!!! My first card pull was "Fake Dating" (delicious, also, we're already off the rails). Want to take part too? Find to post here. You can write, draw, share thoughts, anything. It's just a fun time to talk about taz!

Anyway, have some Taakitz! Read below or on Ao3:

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“Krav, Kraverooni, Kravino, please? Taako’s asking you from the bottom of his tiny shrivelled up husk of a heart.” 

Kravitz rolls his eyes. “You hand reared a litter of kittens you found in a bin bag.”

“Easy money, the resell on those.” Taako says all faux nonchalant, flipping his hand as if Kravitz didn’t sit up all night with him so they could take shifts to sleep but both woke up for every single feed alarm anyway.

“You kept three of them and gave the others away for free.” Kravitz says flatly, "... In fact!" He's worked up now, he's remembering "... You did home inspections for every one to check they'd be safe and happy." There’s no chance he’s going to let Taako pretend he doesn’t care. He cares often and passionately in various directions. “Anyway, who was the one who organised the letter writing campaign to Angus’ school when they tried to stop his soccer team’s funding and put it into the football team?”

“Anyone would have done that.”

“Did anyone else?”

“They might have.”

“If you didn’t?”

“If I didn’t.” There’s a long pause. “It’s not because I care though. Taako just didn’t want to see his sad little face.”

“Because you don’t care.”

“Because he takes up more room when he’s sad. It gets everywhere, the child mope. I’d have to scrub it out of the floors.”

“And why would he be moping here?”

“Because… I… It’s court ordered.”

“Uh huh.” Kravitz has him on the ropes.

“And there’s evidence of that, then, is there? If I googled your name I’d see the sentencing?”

“I had Google wiped by data assassins.”

“I assume you have a copy of the paperwork I could review?”

“Cats ate it.”

“Which ones?”

“This one!” Taako indicated Tiny Taco, who’s gnawing at the string of Kravitz’s shoe. Taako’s got him here, it’s plausible, but…

“Cats plural, who were the accomplices?” 

“You don’t know them. Strange cats, a bad crowd that Taco’s been hanging out with. I’ve tried telling him, Taco, son, they’re not worthy of your time, they’re leading you down a bad path, can’t you just play nicely with Garyl and Beans? But no, he worries me sick instead.”

“Taco’s a house cat.”

“He’s been running up massive phone bills.”

“How did they get in the house to eat the documents with him?”

“He pushed it under the door and they lady and the tramped it.”

“You have a porch, the cats aren’t allowed in the porch.”

“The back door.”

“Uh huh. And this flagrant fabrication is easier than admitting you want nice things for Angus?”

“Yes.” 

“Why?”

“You’ll think I care.”

“You do care. I watch you care all the time! Today you cared at least three times before breakfast.”

“Nuh uh.” Taako’s squirming in place now, he can’t run though, it’s his house.

“Yuh huh. Who helped Grant with the papers to set up his juice stand?”

“Well it made sense, I set up Sizzle It Up so I knew what to do. It was a chance for Taako to show off.”

“You helped coach Sloane to ask Hurley out.”

“So she’d stop whinging about it to you. She was taking up my valuable Kravitz time.”

“You care about me then?”

“No.” Taako looks pained when he realises what he said and how quickly he said it. “Just the normal amount. The friends amount.”

Kravitz tries not to let it sting. Of course Taako just wants to be friends. It’s fine. Kravitz is a grown up, he can look after himself. He shouldn’t have let it get this far, shouldn’t have let his feelings get so deep. It’s fine, he can just change the subject, they don’t have to do this now, especially not with the current context. “You didn’t let Magnus pet the bear.” 

“I should have.” Taako says darkly. “Then I wouldn’t have had needed to listen to him complain all the way home.” 

“Also you didn’t want him to die?” Kravitz asks casually, trap closing.

“I’m not a monster.”

“Show off, I can’t believe you’d be so insensitive.” Kravitz flops backwards onto the chair, hand across his eyes.

Taako throws a cushion at him. “Come off it, you love it, wolf boy.”

Kravitz sits up, grins to show off his slightly-sharper-than-they-should-be teeth. “Sounds like I’m not the only one.”

“It’s such a good club, Krav. Lup and Magnus are always saying how fabulous it is there, and who’s more fabulous than Taako?” 

“Good point. I can’t think of many people.” He means it, is the problem, Kravitz can’t think of anyone more fabulous, more funny, more handsome… nope!

“Then you see why Taako’s solution is perfect?”

Ah fuck. They’re back to where they started.

“Why me?”

“Do you know any other single werewolves who’d be down to fake-date Taako into The Starblaster?”

Kravitz growls low and slow, surprises himself just as much as Taako. “Er. That… I… I have to go to the bathroom.” Kravitz flings himself off the sofa, dives towards the toilet, slams the lock home, and tries not to let the panic take hold. Maybe Taako didn’t even notice? How often was he even around werewolves? Did he even know what that was? Like, fine, yes, his sister was married to Barry, and Magnus was married to Julia, and Taako was part of their families and he’d seen the dating process up close, and… fuck. No no, it was fine. He was psyching himself out unnecessarily. Barry told him all the time that he worried too much, ocerthought everything, this was fine, good even, he’d just say that it was a cough if Taako asked.

Kravitz splashes his face with cool water. It doesn't help as much as he hoped, but it was worth a go. "It's fine." He says firmly to his own reflection. "He didn't even notice."

“So I couldn’t help but notice…” Taako says, the second Kravitz re-enters the room. It’s probably too late to go hide again. “... that you might be feeling a bit possessive when it comes to other weres dating yours truly.”

“It was a cough.” Says Kravitz, not even convincing himself.

“Uh huh.” Taako isn’t convinced either. “You know, the only condition of getting into The Starblaster is that you're a were or you’re dating one.”

“I’m aware.” Kravitz cannot believe Taako is still focused on the club while simultaneously tearing away the carefully constructed wall Kravitz has been using to hide his ridiculous unwanted feelings for months. Doesn't he care? He could at least be offended. The indifference hurts.

“Well it doesn’t have to be fake. I didn’t realise you’d be down.”

“Are you offering to sleep with me to get into the stupid club?” Kravitz is angry now, furious. He thought they were friends, he thought Taako wanted some kind of relationship with him - even if it was just friendship, he would have been happy with friendship. He doesn’t want this, it should be special, not just some flippant transactional thing.

“No! I’m offering to sleep with you because I like you, you idiot.”

“Wait, did you just proposition me, confess you have a crush on me, and call me an idiot in the same breath?” Kravitz didn’t know whether to be offended or elated, settles on something in the middle.

“Sounds about right. Wanna kiss about it?” 

Kravitz does, in fact, want to kiss about it, but first he needs to know what is going on. “You like me? Romantically like me?” 

Taako arches an eyebrow and looks peeved about the lack of kissing. “Obviously.”

“For the club?”

“A bit for the club.” Taako’s forehead wrinkles. “It’s really cool. I’m not going to lie to you. But that’s more a perk of the boning, not the reason for it.”

Kravitz sinks down onto the sofa. Taako likes him back, Taako likes him back and not just because he wants to go to the stupid club.

“If anything, the boning will be the biggest perk of the boning.” Taako says cheerfully, pats him on the shoulder.

“Why are you like this?” Kravitz asks through his hands, face buried.

“You love it.” Taako says, plonking himself down next to Kravitz and throwing an arm around him. “Can we skip to the kissing bit now, or do I need to tell you about how I was gonna fake date you so hard you’d forget we weren’t real dating?”

“Can we do both?”

“You want me to talk through the kisses?”

“Between them?”

“Fine, but it’s a talk sandwich, kissing bread.”

“Kissing bread.” Kravitz extracts his face from his hands, sits up, and nods solemnly.

“Here we go!” Taako says, leaning in. 

“No!” Kravitz scoots backwards. “That was terrible, awful. Our first kiss is not going to be prefaced by “here we go!””

“You do better then.” Taako’s arms are crossed and he’s doing the frowny thing and Kraivtz is going to kiss every grumpy furrow out of his brow.

“I’ve wanted to do this for months.” Says Kravitz simply, makes it inches from Taako’s lips before he pulls back.

“That’s not fair! You can’t just be all suave out of nowhere. What am I supposed to say to top that?”

“You don't need to top it, it’s not a competition.”

“It could be. If it was.”

“Well it isn’t.” Kravitz says firmly. He reaches for Taako, trying to draw him back in. They were so close to finally getting it together.

“Buckle up, sweetlips.”

Kravitz stands, horrified. “Taako! What… why would you?”

Taako’s too busy laughing to answer. “Your… your face!” He gasps out.

“Do you want to kiss or not?” Kravitz is trying not to be petulant, he’s trying so hard, he’s failing.

Taako dives forward and crashes their mouths together. Kravitz can’t entirely tell when his mouth opened, or when exactly Taako started to nip at his lip, but it’s good, it’s great, even. Kravitz’s hands pull Taako closer, closer, closer, cradle his face, weave into his hair, help pull him down when he moves to straddle Kravitz’s lap. It’s messy and passionate and perfect, he doesn’t want it to end.

“Wanna kiss or not?” Taako pulls back, then snorts with laughter.

“I would love to do more kisses, why don’t you come back down here?” Kravitz asks, running a hand over Taako’s chest in what he hopes is an alluring manner.

“No, you said… I… it’s perfect. “Wanna kiss or not?” and then we did. That’s how we got together.” He collapses onto Kravitz’s chest, giggling furiously.

“You tricked me!” 

Taako laughs harder.

“We’re going to have to tell people that when they ask.” Kravitz says, aghast. He really doesn't want to have to tell anyone this story.

Taako attempts to sit back, taking a moment to collect himself. “We’re going to <i>get&lt;/i> to tell people when they ask. What a gift!”

“A gift.” Kravitz repeats, quietly, carefully. 

“Hey Krav?”

“Yes Taako?” 

“I think you’re great.”

“I think you’re great too.”

“Wanna kiss about it?”

Kravitz cups Taako’s face, brings it gently, reverently towards him like Taako’s the most precious thing in the world. He might be in this moment. Kravitz kisses each cheek softly, then his nose, his forehead, and finally his lips. It’s gentle, tentative, full of care.

Taako pulls back. “You’re going to tell people this was what happened, aren’t you?”

“Yep!” Kravitz says happily, pressing their lips together again.

“Fine. But I’m telling the real story.” Taako says huffily before kissing a firm line from Kravitz’s collar bone to his jaw. “The people need to know.”

“Uh huh.”  Kravitz is finding it harder to focus on anything but the insistent kisses on his neck and the hands working themselves down his chest. “Gotta give the people the…” He tails off as Taako’s teeth graze his neck. “What… they… it’s science.”

“Uh huh.” Taako replies. “Great point.”

“No more words, just kissing.” Kravitz tugs Taako closer again.

“Are you going to tell people this bit too?” Taako asks. 

“Ssssh.” Kravitz kisses Taako again. “Nothing about other people, just about us.”

“Just us.” Taako nods. “And how much fun we’re going to have at The Starblaster.”

Kravitz sighs.

“Hey Krav?” Taako noses at his cheek.

“Yeah?” 

“I’m glad we figured it out.”

“Me too, Taako. Me too.” 

--

Thank you for reading! You can find the next day here.

[voltrontranscript]

VLDS7E4: The Feud!

Season 7 Episode 4: The Feud!

Transcript by @lasersheith

Summary: The Paladins somehow become contestants on the game show Garfle Warfle Snick, but they're playing for much more than cash and prizes.

[Google Doc]

[Scene opens on the set of a gameshow]

Announcer: Hello and welcome to another exciting episode of the craziest game in the galaxy: Garfle Warfle Snick.

[Audience cheers]

Announcer: And now here’s the host of Garfle Warfle Snick… Bob! 

Bob: Thank you, Norlox. Hi, everybody. Welcome to another exciting edition of Garfle Warfle Snick, the game where anything you garfle will be warfled, and vice versa. I’m Bob. Now let’s meet the intergalactic goofballs we’ve got playing with us today. 

[Allura, Hunk, Lance, Pidge, and Keith all rise up from the floor, to stand behind podiums.]

Allura: What is this place? 

Hunk: Looks like some kind of game show. 

Keith: What’s happening? 

Pidge: I don’t know. The last thing I remember, we were all flying in our lions. 

Bob: [holds microphone in front of Keith] Hi, there. Tell us your name and where you’re from.

Keith: Wh-what is this? 

Bob: Uh-oh. Looks like somebody wasn’t listening to Norlox. 

[audience laughs]

[Announcer/Norlox shrugs and makes a dismissive noise] 

Bob: Tell him what this is, everybody. 

Audience: Garfle Warfle Snick! 

Bob: That’s right! The name of the game is Garfle Warfle Snick. Now tell us your name, son. 

Keith: My name is Keith. How did we get here? 

Bob: I’ll tell you how Norlox got to be on the show. [In a stage whisper] His uncle owns the studio. 

[Audience and Bob laugh. Norlox looks unamused.] 

Bob: Alright, Keith. Why don’t you introduce us to the rest of your team? 

Keith: W-We’re the Paladins of Voltron. This is Allura, Hunk, Lance, Pidge. But you haven’t answered my question. How did we get here? 

Bob: I hope not the same way I got here. A moofglider was jackknifed on the Haldar Expressway and it took forever to get past it. 

[audience chuckles] 

Bob: I still smell like moof. 

Audience: [laughing] Ew!

Bob: Okay, Keith, I’m sure you know how to play our game. All you’ve gotta do is accumulate quaz-cenbullion credits, and you win. Of course, if you don’t, you’ll hear this sound. [sad trombone playing]

Audience: Awww. 

Bob: And that means you’re trapped here in our studio for the rest of eternity. 

Hunk: Wait, what? 

Pidge: Did you say we’ll be trapped here for the rest of eternity? 

Bob: Uh-oh. Is there an echo in here? [quieter] Echo in here? 

[audience chuckles] 

Keith: I don’t know who you are or what’s going on, but we’re getting out of here. 

Bob: [chuckling] Oh, I don’t think so. 

[Bob snaps his fingers and the Paladins’ feet glow, revealing they are now stuck to the floor. The Paladins all grunt and unsuccessfully attempt to pull their feet out of the restraints.]

Lance: My feet are stuck! 

Pidge: Mine too!

Bob: See, all of you are guests on my show [voice distorts sinisterly] and you will play my game as long as I want you to. [normal voice] Understand? 

[Audience chuckles] 

[All Paladins except Keith nod vigorously] 

Bob: Great! Let’s start with our first warfler. Tell us what it is, Norlox. 

Norlox: The first warfler is… Pictation! 

[Audience cheers] 

[A screen descends from the ceiling, Keith is flown up to the front of the studio towards the screen by his foot restraints] 

Bob: Come on over here, Keith. Pictation, the drawing game. 

[A podium rises from the floor and Bob spins Keith, landing him behind the podium.] 

Bob: Now, Keith, the answers will pop up on your screen where your team can’t see them. It’s up to you to draw the people and places you’ve seen [a pencil appears in Keith’s hand] during your adventures as a Paladin of Voltron while your team tries to guess the answers. 

[Pans to other Paladins looking very skeptical] 

Bob: Are you a good artist, Keith? 

Keith: I, uh… 

Bob: Well I hope you’re a better drawer than a talker, huh? 

[Smoke flashes briefly on Keith’s head to reveal Keith’s hair is tied in a very high, short ponytail and he has a pacifier in his mouth. A baby giggles.] 

[Audience laughs] 

Bob: Let’s put blazzle hoochas on the board! And… go! 

[Keith begins to draw. A robotic voice says “The answer is Arusian.” displays beep and a clock ticks down] 

Hunk: It’s a rock! Balmera! 

Pidge: Olkari cube! 

Lance: It’s a chicken! 

Pidge: When did we see a chicken in outer space? 

Lance: I don’t know! It’s not my fault Keith can’t draw. 

[Keith continues drawing] 

Lance: Rooster! A chicken hawk. A chicken with a beard! 

Allura: It’s an Arusian! 

Bob: Correct! 

[Displays light up and ping in celebration. The audience cheers.] 

[Keith begins another drawing. The robotic voice says “The answer is Blade of Marmora.” displays beep and a clock ticks down]

Lance: What is that, chopsticks? 

Hunk: It’s something from space, Lance. 

Lance: Space chopsticks? 

[Keith crushes the pencil in his fist in frustration]

Pidge: It’s a knife. Sword? Oh, oh! Oh! Blade of Marmora! 

Bob: Right again! 

[More celebratory pings] 

[The robotic voice says “The answer is Red Lion.” A new pencil pops into Keith’s hand in a small cloud of smoke. He begins to draw. Displays beep and a clock ticks down]

Lance: Dog! It’s a dog! 

Hunk: It’s a lion. 

[Keith nods emphatically and makes a circular motion with his arm to indicate Hunk should continue] 

Hunk: Uh…  Black Lion, Blue Lion, Yellow Lion, Red Lion. 

[celebratory pings] 

Bob: Red Lion is right! 

Hunk: Yeah! 

Allura: Way to go, Hunk! 

[The robotic voice says “The answer is Haggar.” Keith begins to draw. Displays beep and a clock ticks down]

Lance: Pepperoni! An alligator! A cave, a windy cave! Oh no, no, no. What is that thing called? It’s a.. a thermos!  

Allura: [growling in frustration, slams her hands on her podium] Lance, would you stop talking!?

[timer buzzes] 

Bob: Oh! Time’s up. 

Audience: [sadly] Aww.

Lance: What! No way that was blazzle hoochas. 

Bob: Looks like our other team is gonna have the opportunity to steal. 

Hunk: What other team? 

[Bob gestures to the other side of the studio. 5 new podiums are present. Cardboard cutouts of Zarkon, Haggar, Lotor, and a small Galra appear and then in a puff of smoke take on life-like forms.]

Lance: Zarkon? No way! 

Hunk: This can’t be happening. 

Bob: Hello, there! 

Zarkon: Hello, Bob. 

Bob: Why don’t you introduce yourself to the audience and tell us who these wonderful people are with you? 

Zarkon: I’m Zarkon. This is my lovely wife, Haggar. 

Haggar: Hello.

Bob: Hubba hubba. 

[audience laughs] 

Zarkon: My son, Lotor [Lotor turns his head and grunts petulantly], and one of my insignificant underlings, Morvok. 

Morvok: I am such a big fan of the show. I can’t believe we’re here! 

Bob: Well, welcome welcome. It’s good to have you all on with us, especially this lovely. [Bob approaches Haggar] Hmm? Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. 

[audience makes various whooping approval noises]

Zarkon: [chuckling] Watch it, now. 

Bob: All right, Zarkon. Have you been watching backstage? 

Zarkon: Yes, I have. 

Bob: The Paladins of Voltron have scored three correct answers, but now you and your team have the opportunity to steal all of their points if you can correctly identify what ol’ Keith was doodling on there. 

Zarkon: [chuckling] Well, I’d rather steal their Lions than their points. 

Bob: [stage whispering] Yeah, I bet you would. 

[Audience laughs] 

[Screen and laughter distort for a moment before returning to normal] 

Hunk: Uh, why are they acting like that? 

Allura: It doesn’t matter. There’s no way we’re going to lose to the Galra. 

Zarkon: [chuckles] But seriously, I think I can guess this. [puts his hand on Haggar’s shoulder] You might not like the answer. 

Bob: Uh-oh. Don’t wanna stir up any trouble with the missus. 

[Audience laughs] 

Zarkon: She doesn’t look like that drawing, but I’m pretty sure the answer he was going for was… 

Bob: Fingers crossed [displays ding] 

Zarkon: Is it Haggar? 

Bob: That is correct! [displays ding in celebration] The answer is Haggar! 

[audience cheers] 

Lotor: [pumping his fists in celebration] Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! 

[Morvok grunts and cheers] 

Hunk: This is really bizarre. 

Keith: [exasperated] Windy cave? 

Lance: Hey! I’m not a mind reader. 

[audience laughs] 

Bob: So, Zarkon, you have garfled the first warfler. That puts you in control of the board. Do you wanna play or pass? 

Lotor: Play! I spent centuries perfecting my exquisite, lifelike renderings. Not that you cared. 

Haggar: I treasure your art. [moves to place her hand on Lotor’s arm] 

Lotor: Don’t touch me, you filthy, filthy hag! [he jerks his arm away]

[audience chuckles] 

Zarkon: Don’t speak to her that way, you insolent whelp! 

Audience [softly]: Ooh…

[Lotor growls and smacks Morvok upside the head] 

Morvok: Ow! I didn’t do nothing! 

[Audience laughs and cheers]

Bob: Family, am I right? 

[Audience laughs] 

Zarkon: They are quite a handful. 

[Audience laughter quiets] 

Bob: So, what’s it gonna be, Z? 

Zarkon: Well, I’ve always said that the best offense is a good defense. 

Bob: Sounds like you’re gonna pass. 

Zarkon: I am. And I think I’d also like to play this. [Zarkon holds up a card] 

Audience: Ooh! 

Bob: Uh-oh! 

[A large version of the card pops onto the screen and enlarges] 

Bob: The solo card! That means one of these Paladins is gonna have to take the next warfler alone. The question is, Zarkon, which one is it gonna be? 

Zarkon: Well, I think there’s really no choice here. I’m going with the dumb one! 

[Zarkon points and the camera zooms in on Lance’s slack face. A graphic of a ball swings in and strikes Lance’s head, squeaking and clanging. Bob laughs.]

Lance: Who’s he talking about? 

[Audience laughs] 

Bob: It’s time for a word from our sponsors. But when we get back, Lance will be starting the next warfler all by his lonesome. Stick around. 

[Audience cheers] 

Lance: Wait, I’m the dumb one? 

Norlox: Garfle Warfle Snick is sponsored by… 

[scene changes to the tacky Earth shop from Season Two Episode Seven “Space Mall.” A gray, large-eyed alien wearing an Area 51 hat enters the scene.] 

Alien: Come on down to It’s Earth for the craziest Earth deals in the galaxy! [a CD in a clear clamshell case pops on screen] We’ve got throwing discs with cases. [price beeps in corner] Twenty GAC, or six for a hundred. [cash register noise] [A toilet appears on screen] We’ve got a luxury seat that doubles as a water fountain. [water burbles] That’s two-in-one for one low price: fifteen hundred GAC. Yggiz aliens would say, “I’m snarloft in the cranker!” And they’re right! [A broom is displayed] We’ve got a foot scraper. Forty-nine GAC. [Vacuum is displayed] A skin sucker for your foot scrapings. Fifty-seven GAC. [Box for Mercury Gameflux II video game system appears] The arcade three thousand exercise machine. Twenty-five hundred GAC. And don’t forget, each purchase comes with a free Kaltenecker. [A cow slides onto the screen. Cash register clinks] That’s right, we’re out of our crankers! [Cow moos] 

Norlox: And now back to Garfle Warfle Snick. 

[Audience claps] 

Bob: Right before the break, Zarkon’s team decided to make one of the Paladins of Voltron play solo the next round, and the Paladin he chose was the dumb one, Lance. 

[Audience laughs] 

Bob: Hey, Lance, how’s it going? 

Lance: Well, you know what, I’m not too happy about being referred to as “the dumb one,” like, eighteen times. 

[Audience laughs] 

Bob: Oh, it was only about four times, you big dum-dum. 

[Audience laughs. Sad trombone plays] 

Bob: But now you’ve got a chance to change all that and show everyone how smart you really are. Are you ready for that? 

Lance: Absolutely. 

Bob: Okay! Let’s give Lance a big round of applause! He is a great sport. 

[Audience cheers and claps]

Bob: Norlox, tell Lance what the next warfler is. 

[dramatic drum roll] 

Norlox: The next warfler is Faces From the Past! 

[audience claps] 

Bob: Ah, a little walk down memory lane. Lance, you know how this game goes, am I right? 

Lance: Uh, yeah! T-totally. 

Bob: [grunts and gets very close to Lance’s face] What do you think, audience? Do we believe this beautiful dum-dum? 

Audience: [laughing] No! 

Bob: I know you’re telling the truth, Lance, but just for the folks at home, let’s run through the rules real quick. Now, you’re gonna see pictures of some of the folks you’ve met on your adventures around the galaxy. All you have to do is tell us their names. I’ll give you a goolian credits for each one you name correctly, adding to the points you’ll need to earn your freedom. How does that sound? 

Lance: Sounds like we’re going to be getting back to Voltron pretty soon. 

[Audience cheers]

Bob: That’s the spirit! But, just to make sure you don’t get any help from your friends, let’s lower the isolation shield. 

[A clear tube falls down from the ceiling and surrounds Lance. The camera zooms out to reveal what looks like a green tube with teeth at the very top of the clear tube]

Bob: Perfect. Now let’s see our first mystery face from the past. 

[monitor beeps and the display shifts between characters. It slows briefly on Kolivan before changing one more time and landing on a masked Blade of Marmora member]

Lance: Easy! That’s Koli-- what? Who’s that? 

Bob: He’s an important figure. [screen pans to Keith, pointing at his Marmora knife] Someone who helped you in your fight against Zarkon. 

Lance: Hmm… Keith keeps pointing at his blade, so… 

Bob: Oh, that’s a pretty big clue. Have you got a guess? 

[a clock ticks down] 

Lance: Blade… y? Bladey? 

[Buzzer blares. Sad trombone plays. Hunk groans and slides down below his podium. The rest of the Paladins make various distressed faces and sounds]

Bob: Oh! The answer is Antok. 

Zarkon: Yes! 

[Lotor and Morvok high five] 

Lance: Oh, yeah, that guy. 

Bob: Kolivan’s right-hand man who fought valiantly for the good of the universe. This next one is a little more personal. I think you’ll remember this gal. 

[Display beeps and almost stops on one character before landing on another.] 

Lance: Ooh! Her? Yeah, that’s Plax-- her? 

[Audience laughs]

Lance: Uh, she was the serious one? 

Bob: That’s right! What was her name? 

Lance: Uh… oh! Hold on. Okay, I know this. She was the one who measured my head for the jellyfish hat. She rode on a giant manta ray. 

[camera scans across the Paladins all looking hopeful and excited] 

Bob: We need an answer.

Lance: Ah… mmm… Wait, was it Jelly? No, no! Shelly! 

[Buzzer blares. Audience awwws. Sad trombone plays]

Bob: Her name is Swirn. 

Lance: Swirn? Huh [chuckles] Never would’ve come up with that. 

[Audience laughs] 

Lotor and Morvok: Go Galra! Go Galra! Go Galra! [Zarkon hums along with them] 

[Audience laughs] 

Bob: Your team is starting to lose faith in you, Lance. 

[Lotor and Morvok continue chanting in the background. Audience continues laughing] 

Lance: I’m just not real good with names. I’ll get the next one. 

Bob: I hope so. Let’s see the next face from your past. 

[Display beeps. Characters scroll by. The display almost stops on one character before landing on another]

Lance: Finally, a name I know! Quiznak! Can you guys stop changing it at the last second? Hmm… This guy, this guy…

Bob: You remember. 

Lance: He faked the distress signal! 

Bob: He stole the Blue Lion. 

Lance: That too. 

[Audience laughs] 

Bob: What’s his name? 

Lance: [growls] Okay. It’s on the tip of my tongue. 

Bob: Traveled with Nyma and Beezer. 

Lance: Yeah. Pidge loved that robot. [takes a deep breath] 

[cut to the other Paladins spelling out R O L O with their arms. The letters buzz like neon lights.] 

Lance: Nope. I got nothing. 

[Buzzer blares. Paladins groan. Sad trombone plays] 

Bob and Lance: Rolo! 

[Audience awwws and laughs]

Bob: You are terrible at this. 

Lance: To be fair, we’ve met a lot of people. 

Bob: Well, this is the last face, Lance. If you finish without a single correct answer, you know what that means. 

Lance: No. What? 

Audience: [laughs] Snick! Snick! Snick! Snick! Snick! [continues chanting]

Morvok: Yeah! Hahaha! 

Lance: I can’t hear what they’re saying. Is it “snick” ? 

Bob: That’s right! Miss this next question, and I will be forced to hit this button, [button glows and makes a noise] which will shoot you out of the studio and into the lair of the Snick. 

[audience cheers]

Bob: Show us the Snick, Norlox! 

[A display shows a large rocky, spider-like creature. It roars into the camera showing its large teeth] 

[Lance screams] 

Bob: Ooh! [chuckles] He looks hungry. 

Lance: What! Nobody said anything about the Snick! 

Bob: Well, it’s in the title of the show. Garfle Warfle Snick! 

[audience chuckles] 

Lance: I wasn’t listening to that! You know I’m the dumb one! 

Bob: Well, here’s your last face, dum-dum. Look carefully. 

[audience cheers and laughs] 

Lance: Quiet! I need to concentrate! 

[Display beeps again and scrolls through characters while a drumroll plays in the background. Lance whimpers and begins to sweat. The display stops.] 

Lance: It’s Bii-Boh-Bi! Bii-Boh-Bi! 

[Jingle plays triumphantly. Audience cheers] 

Bob: That’s right! You are not gonna get fed to the Snick. 

[Audience boos] 

Bob: They are savages. 

[Audience laughs] 

Bob: Well, sorry, Zarkon. Looks like you’re going home. 

Morvok: It was just fun being on the show!

Haggar: Shut up. 

[The floor drops out from underneath the Galra. They shout and fall.] 

Bob: And now, since he’s the only person in the galaxy Lance can remember, let’s bring him out! Ladies and gentlemen, star of the hit stick-com, Bii-Boh Me, the one and only Bii-Boh-Bi! 

[audience cheers] 

Bob: Bii-Boh, welcome back to the show. Seems like you’ve been pretty busy since we saw you last. 

Bii-Boh: Bii-bi-boh, bi-boh-bii, bii-bii-bii, bi-bi-boh, bii-bii! 

[Bob and audience laugh] 

Laugh: Y-yeah. Heh… 

Bob: Okay, Bii. You’re an old pro at this, so maybe you can help this dum-dum out. 

Bii-Boh: Bii-boh, boh-bii. 

[audience laughs weakly] 

Bob: Norlox, what is our next warfler? 

Norlox: It’s the Garflater! 

Audience: Oooh! [cheers] 

Bob: Alright, now, as everyone knows, the Garflater is worth vezcenbullion credits. So, Lance, this could get you and your friends well on your way to freedom. 

Lance: Let’s do this! 

Bob: Of course, if you don’t answer five questions correctly, you’ll end up in the Garflator, where you’ll be slowly cooked alive. 

[Screens pans to a clear vat of boiling acid. Sad trombone plays. Audience gasps.] 

Lance: What? Come on! 

Bob: Let’s put blazzle hoochas on the board. 

[monitor beeps] 

Bob: Bii-Boh-Bi, you’re giving the clues, and remember not to say the word. 

Bii-Boh: Bii-boh.

Bob: Start the Garflator! 

[Garflator (the green mouth attached to the top of the tube Lance is trapped in) growls and chomps on the clear tube. Clock begins ticking down] 

Bii-Boh: Bii, bii-boh-bi. 

Lance: Um… I have no idea what’s happening right now. 

Bii-Boh: Bii! [Garflator chomps further down the tube] Boh! [Chomp] Bii!

Lance: Bii? 

[jingle plays] 

Bob: Correct! 

Bii-Boh: Boh-boh…

Lance: Bii? 

[audience chuckles] 

Bii-Boh: Bii… [squeak] 

Lance: Bii-boh? 

[Bii-Boh grunts and points at Bob] 

Lance: Bii-bii? 

[jingle plays] 

Bob: That’s two! 

[Paladins laugh and celebrate] 

Bii-Boh: Boh… 

Lance: Bii!

[jingle plays] 

Bob: Two more to go! 

[Garflator continues chomping on the tube] 

Bii-Boh: Bii-boh-boh--

[buzzer blares and Bii-Boh grunts in frustration] 

Bob: You can’t say the word. 

Bii-Boh: Bii-boh… 

Lance: Boh-boh, bii-bii-boh, boh-bii-boh. 

[jingle plays] 

Lance: Yeah! 

[Garflator chomps] 

Bob: Final clue. Running out of time! 

[Garflator continues chomping, getting close to where Lance is in the tube] 

Bii-Boh: Boh-boh-boh! 

Lance: Bii-boh-bii-bii?

Bii-Boh: Boh-boh-boh, boh-boh-boh-boh, boh-boh-boh!

Lance: Bii-bii-bii, boh, bii-boh, boh, boh, b-bii-bii-bii!

[buzzer blares] 

Lance: Oh! Oh! [screams] 

[The Garflator makes it to the bottom of the tube and chomps Lance] 

Bob: Oh! So close. 

[Lance grunts and screams as he’s dragged along the tube of the Garflator and dumped into the acid] 

Bob: The answer was Bii. 

Lance: I said that! 

Bob: Give it up for Bii-Boh-Bi, everybody! 

[audience cheers] 

Bii-Boh: Bii-boh, bi-bi-bi-bi! 

[Bii-Boh exits the stage] 

Bob: When we come back from the break, we’ll see if Lance’s fellow Paladins can get him out of the Warflator before he gets turned into hot pudding… right after this!

Norlox: Garfle Warfle Snick is sponsored by Vrepit Sal’s! 

[screen distorts and fuzzes to show Sal in front of his restaurant at the Space Mall] 

Norlox: Come on down to Vrepit Sal’s for family fun and approved imperial flavors. 

[Sal is shown holding a plate of the meal Hunk created, giving a thumb’s up. A faint twinkling jingle plays. A bag of chips with Haggar on the front is displayed] 

Norlox: For a limited time, get a Haggar snack pack every time the Melgregian Fitzers score three havers in a sprat. 

[Zarkon and Haggar pop up next to the bag of chips. Haggar has one glowing yellow eye and her tongue stuck out in a hungry pose. Zarkon is giving two thumbs up with the same hungry tongue position. Lotors pops onto the top of the screen at an angle, also giving a thumbs up and winking. A close up of the food is shown again.] 

Norlox: Vrepit Sal’s! Sustenance prepared right. 

[Sal pops back on screen in front of the food. A chicken-like animal clucks and the shrieks. A sharp, knife-like sound plays followed by a thud. The screen goes back to the game show.] 

Norlox: And now back to Garfle Warfle Snick.

[audience claps as the show’s jingle plays]

Bob: Welcome back, everybody. The Paladins of Voltron are trying to win their way off the show, but they just lost one of their team to the Warflator. How’s it going over there, Lance? 

[pans to Lance in the vat of acid] 

Lance: Actually, this feels great. 

[Audience laughs. Lance is in a seated position, relaxing with his arms behind his head, his shoulders and up are floating above the acid and the rest of his body is submerged.]

Lance: The goo is nice and warm and it feels like it’s exfoliating me. 

Bob: Well, eventually, it’ll eat through your skin. 

[audience laughs. Screen cuts back to Lance in the acid, now looking shocked and frightened instead of relaxed] 

Bob: But let’s see if one of your friends can help you out. Well, hello, Princess. 

Allura: What are we doing here, Bob? 

Bob: We’re playing the game. 

[audience laughs weakly] 

Allura: Please let us go. The universe needs Voltron. 

Bob: Well, then the Paladins of Voltron are just gonna have to get serious about winning this game. Now, which one of you do you want to play to free Lance, huh? Who’s the brainiest of the team? 

All the Paladins: Pidge.

Bob: All right, little fellow, step on out here. 

[Pidge is wheeled out to the front by her foot restraints and yells in surprise. The audience claps and cheers] 

Bob: Norlox, tell us what the next warfler is. 

Norlox: It’s Bankchannel! 

[A robotic jingle plays. The screen shows a complicated mini-golf course. The audience claps] 

Pidge: Hey! Miniature golf! 

Bob: Miniature what? 

Pidge: This game, it’s… Never mind. 

Bob: All right, let me show you how to play here. [Bob picks up the golf club] All you have to do is hit the sphere through the bankchannel into the tunnel. 

[the jingle plays again. A display pops up showing a close up on the hole. Bob demonstrates how to hit the ball off several walls to land in the hole. Audience claps politely] 

Bob: Easy. Think you can do that? 

Pidge: I think I can handle it. [she takes the club from Bob] 

[music plays as Pidge carefully inspects the terrain. She Hmm’s several times. The screen distorts as she lines up her shot like a pool cue instead of a golf shot. And squints with one eye closed]

Bob: Ooh. Very serious. 

[Audience laughs. Pidge looks behind herself back towards the Paladins at their podiums] 

Bob: The hole is over there. 

[Audience laughs] 

[Pidge stands up and carefully lines up her shot, taking several abbreviated practice swings at the ball while humming softly. She rears back to swing hard and grunts. The ball slams into the game show camera with a crunching noise as the glass shatters. It ricochets off the camera and hits Bob’s floating chair, sending him spinning wildly around the room making noises of shock and alarm. Static briefly flashes over the screen, then reveals Bob on the ground and Pidge jumping on top of him, holding him to the ground by his head.] 

Pidge: Let us go! Now! 

[and alarm begins to wail. Red lights flash in the studio.]

Pidge: Huh? 

[Audience cheers wildly]

Bob: It looks like the Paladins have just made it into the final round! 

[Bob zips out from under Pidge and appears in front of the stage again with a glittery jingle. Lights flash around the screen triumphantly. The audience continues to cheer. All of the Paladins (including Lance) are back behind their podiums and look very confused.] 

Pidge: What the… 

[Lance grabs at his own face] 

Hunk: Okay, I know I’ve said this before many times, but this is the freakiest thing I’ve ever seen.

Bob: One of you will now be allowed to leave the game. The rest of you will be staying here with me forever. 

[Audience oooh’s] 

Bob: You have blazzle hoochas to write down your choice for who should get to escape on the screen in front of you. Go! 

[dividers pop up between the Paladins’ podiums so they can’t see each other. A clock begins to tick down. The Paladins examine their pens and begin to write. All of them seem reluctant and conflicted.] 

Bob: Final hoochas. Make your selections, everyone. 

[Clock finishes and the podium dividers slide down with a whoosh] 

Bob: Hunk, let’s start with you. Who’d you vote for? 

[A picture of Allura pops up on Hunk’s podium display with a jingle]

Hunk: Well, Bob, I voted for Allura. 

[the audience gasps and aww’s] 

Hunk: I figured she’s the princess, and she’s such a natural leader, you know. The universe needs her more than it needs the rest of us, plain and simple. 

[Audience aww’s. Allura places her hand on Hunk’s shoulder]

Allura: Aw. Thank you, Hunk. 

Bob: Allura, who did you vote for? 

[Pidge’s photo pops up on Allura’s podium] 

Allura: I selected Pidge. She and her family have the best chance of rebuilding what my father started. 

Bob: Interesting. Lance, who got your vote? 

[Keith’s photo is shown on Lance’s podium]

Lance: I voted for Keith. He’s our leader, plus he’s half Galra, so I think he’s, like, the future. 

Bob: Keith, the leader, who do you think deserves to make it out of here, huh? 

[Lance’s photo is shown on Keith’s podium] 

Bob: Lance? Why Lance? 

[Audience makes surprised noises] 

Keith: I just don’t wanna be stuck here for eternity with Lance. 

[Audience laughs] 

Lance: Aw. Thanks, man. Wait, what? 

[Audience laughs] 

Bob: We’re down to our very last vote. Pidge, you’re the Paladin that everyone says is the smartest, the most analytical, the most logical. Let’s see who you voted for. 

[Hunk’s photo is shown on Pidge’s podium] 

[Audience aww’s] 

Bob: Hunk? Seriously? 

Pidge: Yeah. Hunk gets along with everybody. If anyone’s gonna go out into the universe and bring people together, it’s Hunk. 

[Audience aww’s again] 

Hunk: Aw, thanks, Pidge.

[Hunk and Pidge fist bump] 

Bob: No one voted for themselves. Everyone wanted someone else to get to leave and every single one of you got a vote. 

Lance: So I guess we all get fed to the Snick or something now, right? 

Bob: [voice distorted sinisterly] You all get… [normal voice] quaz-cenbullion credits! 

[Cheerful music plays, confetti shoots at the corners of the screen, lights flash like a camera bulb. The audience cheers.] 

Bob: You win! 

[Paladins all hug each other and cheering in a cloud of confetti] 

Pidge: Yeah! Yes! Yay! 

Hunk: We’re the best! 

Bob: That’s our show, everybody. From all of us here at Garle Warfle Snick, please have your klanmuirls spayed or neutered. Good night!

[A power down beep sounds. The screen fades to black. The Lions are flying in formation with a nebula-like background. An alarm clock goes off. Screen jumps to inside Hunk’s cockpit where he gasps awake.] 

Hunk: [whimpering and looking around for a moment before relaxing] Oh! Whoa. Oh. That was messed up. Hey, guys. I just kinda dozed off for a second and I had this crazy dream. 

[scene changes to Pidge’s Lion, Shiro looking concerned in the background.] 

Pidge: Garfle Warfle Snick? 

Hunk: No. Way. 

Keith: You guys saw that, too? 

Lance: So wait, does that mean Bob is real? 

[Scene changes to inside Allura’s Lion. Romelle and Coran are behind her seat.] 

Coran: Bob? Did you all just meet Bob? 

Allura: Coran, you know him? 

Coran: I’ve never met him myself, but I’ve heard tales. He’s an all-powerful, all-knowing interdimensional being who judges the worthiness of great warriors. 

[All paladins pop up over a display of godly being in the swirling cosmos, holding all of the paladins in one enormous hand. Allura, Hunk, Pidge, and Keith look very skeptical.]

Lance: Well, I bet he never met anyone worthier than us. 

[Light glints off Lance’s tooth as he grins with a sparkly chime] 

Coran: The legends say that if you meet Bob and live to tell the tale, you’re destined for great things indeed. 

Keith: The guy was kind of a jerk, though, right? 

[Hunk murmurs in agreement]

Allura: Completely.

Lance: I’m not that dumb! 

[The Lions jet off farther into space. A constellation of many stars and planets in the background faintly make the shape of Bob’s face.] 

[Static fills the screen and then an underwater scene is shown]

Blumfump: [voice distorted at first, growing clearer with every word] Looking for a play the whole family can enjoy? Come on down to Luxia’s Kingdom. Ride a seahorse. Feed Swirn’s jellyfish.

[People riding seahorses come onto the screen, followed by a person feeding jellyfish out of their hand. Then the scene is replaced by a group of people relaxing in a hot spring] 

Blumfump: You can take a dip in our new volcanic hot springs or see the hypnotic Octodancers perform [Scene changes to people watching an octopus creature dancing on a stage] while snack on treats [Scene changes again to Plaxum handing out food] from Plaxum’s bakery and lots more! 

[Scene fades out with mermaid people waving to the camera]

Blumfump: [voice distorting] Luxia’s Kingdom, so safe and warm, you’ll wanna stay forever. 

END