#if someone jerked off out a window in got people would make memes and laugh about it itd be one of those cringe fan favorite moments

[estrangedandwayward]

My favorite thing about aegon is that he's lame. Like everything he does, like that should be some insane badass valyrian steel armour worn by the weilder of blackfyre but it's aegon ii who cares. Get this loser out of here. Ew.

[redrosesartcabin]

Self indulgent series part 1

At home where everything seems fine

(Kenji x female reader, first perspective) (This story was originally written for me about me, which is why it’s called the self indulgent series. But because I’ve written so god damn much I decided to edit it a little, edit some things out as well etc and share some of it with you, I hope you’ll enjoy it!)

The horrors were over.

Where day after day, week after week we had to fight for our survival.

It was finally over.

Setting foot on land was a dream come true for us all, though it was also a heart wrenching goodbye as we went off home.

We had longed for home for so long, but we had also found a family in our new friends.

I especially felt that Kenji took the goodbye hard. Maybe even the hardest.

After all this time I knew all too well, that despite all the wealth he has, despite all the things he owns and the comfort he enjoys in life, there was no family he was going home to.

He was an only child with no known mother in the picture and an absent father. It tore me apart as I had to release him from the tight hug he had me in. It was the kind of hug that begged you to never let go. But I had to. My family was waiting. I had that luck.

I turned around with pain in my heart for him but the utmost joy as I saw my parents and siblings with tears in their eyes, seeing their long-lost daughter and sister alive and well.

I felt infinite warmth as they brought me into their embrace and we finally went home.

 Before going home, we had told each other’s socials (none of us remembered our phone number after all that time) so we would stay in touch.

In the beginning we would talk to each other every day whenever possible for us. We all had a hard time especially when it came to getting into daily school life again, since we had to start over with the grade we had already started and thus weren’t with our old friends again, who had on top of that moved on as they had thought we had died and thus it was hard to reconnect.

Luckily, we all somehow found new connections again (many people took pity in us for what we had lived through) and we could move on.

As we did, so did our chatting.

No: of course, we didn’t lose contact. We were all a second family to each other and there was no way in hell we’d ever be able to live without each other ever again. Not after what we’ve been through.

We however lost the need to tell each other every little thing and could live on our own. Much like when a child moves out from their parent’s house. The child is used to seeing their parent every single day so the parents (if they are good parents that is) will feel the need that the child writes them every day and the child will feel the need to write and connect every day. But as they learn to be independent, they will lose their need to be connected to their parent and the parents will start trusting the child and not need them to write every day or all the time.

That was the case with us all: Except when it came to Kenji and me.

 As unbelievable as it would’ve seemed in the past, we both became best friends. We would send each other stupid memes and laugh about animal videos and Tiktok or vine compilations on Youtube, or, on the other hand of the spectrum, we’d talk through the nightmares we sometimes had about what we lived through and the permanent trauma our time in Jurassic World had caused us. Somehow, we felt the most comfortable talking to each other about that as well as laughing about the same things.

We seemed to have a similar psyche, despite him being extroverted whilst I was introverted and him acting like a jerk to appear cool, whilst I would often refrain from talking and try to appear cold so people wouldn’t know who I was.

But on the insight, when you’d look past that outer shell, it turns out we are very similar people with very similar views. Kind of an opposites attract thing where we both had qualities that we both could benefit from and grow together as a person whilst holding the same principals and morals.

Though quicker than I could blink, that opposites attract thing turned into a huge, massive, enormous, gigantic crush.

 I should’ve known that this would happen. Right after I figured it out for myself, I just had to groan. I had always found him very pretty, though I would’ve never admitted that: He had enough of an ego, I didn’t need to feed into that act any more than necessary.

During our adventurous time on the dino-island, I hadn’t had too much time to think about my own feelings. But now that I was safe again in my comfortable home, I had finally realized my dreaded crush.

I didn’t dread it, because it was him. I didn’t even dread it too much because we didn’t live in the same place (though that was quite annoying too). I dreaded it mostly, because of the simple fact that I probably wasn’t his type. And I hated that my first deep friendship with a boy had turned my head upside down after all. But he was just too beautiful not to crush on.

Or maybe I was even in love.

And so, I kept on dreading it, until one crazy day.

 I was exiting my school around lunch time on Friday, idly chatting with a bunch of my newfound friends, when I detected a helicopter on the schoolyard.

“No way”, I whispered

“Might that be your little rich boyfriend?”, one of my girl friends asked me teasingly

“Oh shut it”, I gave her a jab in the side but had to giggle nonetheless.

And indeed, it was him. I mean: What other person would make such a grand arrival on a schoolyard?

Kenji had seemed to have detected me and got out of the helicopter.

“Y/Nnnnnnn”, Kenji yelled, stretching my name as he did

“Kenji!”, I screamed back and ran into his arms he opened wide for a loving embrace.

I didn’t care that everyone was looking or that they thought we both were lovers and that this might be a tad bit embarrassing and overboard: I had missed him too much to give a damn.

“Kenj’ my dude, what are you doing here?”, I asked, getting out of our embrace to take a good look at him. He was well dressed and styled as always.

“Sightseeing”, he answered with a sarcastic undertone which made me raise an eyebrow (I of course knew why he was here, it was a rhetorical question), “…Visiting you of course”, he explained anyways, “can’t I miss my best friend?”, he asked and I could feel my cheeks grow red.

Yes… best friend.

“Of course,”, I smiled back, “I missed you too, ya dingus. Though why did you come with the helicopter? Don’t you think it’s a little…much?”

“Well first of all: No, never. Secondly: It’s faster to fly here with the heli, and thirdly: I talked to your parents and they agreed you can come to my crib for the weekend”

“Really? You’re not messing with me?!”

“I swear”, he said, lifting his hand to make the swearing sign to show his uncrossed fingers, “and if you still don’t believe me you can just check your phone”, he added as he had pledged is truthfulness.

I tucked it out of my backpack and there it was: A message from my mom wishing me a good time over at Kenji’s. Plus informing me she had packed me a little luggage that Kenji already had in his helicopter. I wrote her thanks and a heart before facing Kenji again with a content smile.

“Ok then: What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”, I laughed, “Later you guys!”, I turned around to my friends who were giving me cheeky smiles and a thumbs up.

 The flight lasted three hours in total. Though it felt like no time at all as Kenji and I caught up on things. And even when we were done with that, we found a way to talk about anything and nothing at all or sometimes even just sit there in a comfortable silence and looking out of the window. I had never flown in a helicopter and was in constant awe of it all. Kenji had made a little bit fun of that and called it “cute” which however made me fluster more than anything else. Him calling anything I do cute just made the butterflies in my stomach swirl like crazy.

 We arrived on top of a huge roof that had a designated helicopter landing spot.

“Wow damn. Your house really is big!”

“Y/N: That’s the helicopter Garage”

“WHAT”

As we got out a tall man in a black suit, who carried my luggage, accompanied us through a trap door on the ground down to a huge hall with several helicopters in different colors and sizes.

My mouth was wide agape as I looked at it all.

“And where in the ever-loving f*ck is your real house then?”, I asked

“We are gonna be brought there by the limo in a sec”, he explained as casually as someone saying they were going grocery shopping.

Though that was probably more unusual for anyone in his family than it was for me to drive in a limousine.

 We got out of the garage and waited on a small patio. Only a couple of seconds after we had exited, surely enough, a pitch black, perfectly cleaned limo appeared. A chauffeur exited the driver side opening the door, way in the back, “welcome Sir Kenji and Madame. Please enter”, he said in a very British accent and motioned us to get into the car.

“Wow” is all I could say at first but then could muster up a “thank you” without sounding too flabbergasted.

 The drive from the helicopter Garage to the actual house (if you could call it that) was only a couple of minutes, but boy what a couple of minutes!

I was looking out of the window yet again. This time I was looking at a huge, very well groomed, garden. It had huge rose bushes, ponds with statues spewing water, a maze… just like you’d imagine the garden of a king to look like.

“Kenji: This is batshit insane. You live in a freaking palace!”, I exclaimed.

“Well: Did you think I was exaggerating when I said I was filthy rich?”

“Yes! Kinda!”, I answered, feeling my voice heighten, still not being able to process the sight before me, “it’s hard to believe that people can live like that”.

At that he just laughed, and we kept on just enjoying our company in silence.

 And finally, we truly arrived.

We were let out again by the chauffeur. As I exited, I noticed a red carpet being rolled out in front of me.

I turned to Kenji arching an eyebrow at him.

“A red carpet? Really?”

“What? I just wanted the lady to feel welcome”, he grinned, and I couldn’t but laugh and feel my cheeks redden again.

I everted my eyes from his, because of how flustered I got, but mostly to look at the house… or well: Mansion.

It was a very modern construction. Mostly white and looking futuristic. It was the kind of construction you’d expect a man, owning one or the other huge corporation, to have.

It was almost a disappointing contrast to the old seeming garden, but it was impressive nonetheless. I felt like I had jumped forward in time to the year 2030 or something.

After analyzing the mansion for a bit, we walked towards the dark gray double door that was opened by what seemed to be a sort of butler.

I was now faced with the entrance hall. It was all paved with a grave shiny stone and had a big, golden chandelier on the exaggeratedly high ceiling. In the back of the hall were two gray stairways going up to the left and right with glass barriers. On the front were clothe holders made of ebony wood and hanging hooks made out of fine steel.

“If this visit gets anymore incredible, I’m gonna faint”, I whispered

“Please don’t, ‘cause it will get better, but I’m glad you like it”, he whispered back, and I giggled like a little schoolgirl.

 Honestly, I could go on and on about everything he showed me in that building, but that would probably be twenty pages long, so I’m going to summarize with bullet points:

 ·      The west wing, like in Beauty and the Beast, is off limits: Except it’s because Kenji’s father was working there and harboring some kinda lab or something. A little shady if you ask me but I didn’t further question that

·      The east wing is full of fun rooms: A swimming pool room, a swimming pool patio outside together with a Shakuzi, a small private cinema room and of course, deep down in the cellar (at least he calls it that, for me it feels more like a casino), the bowling alley.

We spent the most time there, playing round after round where I didn’t let him win. Funny enough (though not the haha kind of funny) he almost cried tears of joy as he lost against me

·      The middle part, one could say, had the entrance hall, the kitchen, as well as the living room that had a ginormous couch and a huge 3D Tv with a Nintendo, Xbox and the newest Playstation. We played a couple of games in which I always lost because my parents never allowed me to have a gaming console and thus I was a bit inexperienced with most of the games, except in the case of U-sing: I played that with my ex best friend from primary school when we were little, plus I have a good voice whilst Kenji, well… he could work on his vocals. We however had fun either way.

·      And the third segment is the upper rooms with three bathrooms (one of which was Kenji’s), a spa room, a sauna and the bedrooms (that were strangely far apart from each other. A very bad gut feeling told me, that was on purpose).

 As we arrived in Kenji’s room, I already saw my small red suitcase laying on the white, very comfortable looking carpet. It was one of those carpets with the long white fur like texture. I sometimes wondered what hid amongst the long fur, but knew in Kenji’s case, this room was kept squeaky clean by his father’s staff so I wouldn’t have to worry about that.

‘The guy cares a little I guess’, I thought as my thoughts wandered to Kenji’s father.

 Kenji’s room itself indicated no personality at all. It was extremely odd. It looked like it came right out of a magazine. It had a big bed (usually such a bed a married couple in their 40’s would have), a white, of course, big wardrobe, a black colored dresser with a less impressive, yet still pretty modern Tv and another small dresser beside the bed, that had a very boring looking nighttime lamp on it where you could regulate the light by tapping on the bottom part. And a couple of steps away, parallel to the entrance door, was a big glass wall with an integrated door which led to a wooden balcony that had a small table, two chairs and a sun-umbrella.

‘Or maybe’, I continued the thought from before, ‘he simply cares about his son’s image’.

 “Nice room”, I said, so it wouldn’t seem suspicious that I wasn’t as exited this time about what I saw. But I hate hiding the truth and when I try doing what I hate, I don’t come off as a good liar. So, one can imagine: He noticed my hesitation.

“Is something wrong y/n?”, he asked, genuinely concerned, “is there something in here you don’t like? I can remove-“

“No”, I interrupted him, “there is nothing wrong with it. That’s just the thing: It’s immaculate”

“And why is that… bad?”, he asked a bit confused. Not angry confused, but just plain old confused. I felt sorry for him: I simply just think too deeply about things sometimes.

“It’s not bad”, I answered, “I’d just say its extremely weird: Don’t you have any posters you wanna hang up? Or pictures? Photographies of memories with your friends? Books or magazines you like to have at your bedside? It’s just: You have so much personality, I sometimes fear you’ll implode if you fail to show it even for a second. I can’t imagine that you don’t want to decorate your room in any way at all”

“But what if I do?”, Kenji asked, though his confused expression had turned into a cold glare that made me wish he would look confused again. I felt a lump built in my throat and my heart race in fear. Not because I was scared of him: But more so of what he was trying to hide by pretending.

“Kenji”, I said softly, letting a concerned frown adorn my face, “it’s ok. I’m your best friend. You can talk to me about it. And before you ask: I know what this is all about as much as you know that I know. But I won’t say it because at the end of the day, it’s your choice, but just know: I’m there for you, I won’t judge”

There was a moment of deafening silence as Kenji seemed to contemplate whether he should react defensive and angry, that I brought it up, or tell the truth.

I was glad when I could visibly see his guard drop as he looked at me with saddened eyes.

It was heartbreaking, but I’d rather have that than a stupid fight. I’d rather have that, than him being arrogant and prideful, trying to push me away as he had in the very beginning in Jurassic World.

He sat down on his bed, and I right beside him, looking at him concerned as he stared on the floor.

“You’re right: It is because of my father.”, he began, “You see: He wants me to become like him. Keep the business going. I’m like the first born to a king. And so, he decided there was no room for me to be too much of an individual at some point. He wanted not only the house to always look presentable in case one of his strange buddies appeared, but also for me to start being presentable. It only got worse after I failed algebra. He pushed the role of being him more.

My father might not be the worst: He does gift me a lot of things, makes sure my room is clean and that I get transported to whatever place I want with whatever vehicle I want and buys me whatever I desire. But it’s a disguise, you see? Trying to cover up that I’m just a trophy. Just the predecessor. He wants me to favor and admire him so that I will be him one day. He doesn’t care about me like a dad cares about his son. We are no family”, his voice got quiet as he tried hiding his tears. I said nothing and decided to just embrace him. I felt him become weak in my arms and sob so touchingly, I almost cried with him.

 A few minutes passed before his crying became hiccups and eventually quieted down.

“I’m sorry”, I murmured, “I shouldn’t have brought this up”

“No”, he answered, his voice still veiled in a layer of sadness, “it felt good. I haven’t cried like this in years. Thank you”

“You’re welcome”, I softly spoke back. I was glad he had relieved himself of that sadness he had seemed to hold in. I also immediately felt that this had also been the thing to finally have us come closer.

 After that, we figured we watch something lighthearted to cheer us up again.

It was a rom com called ‘L.A. story’ we both found very amusing.

Though at some point, as the love story came to its highpoint, I noticed my mind drifting away into a side space in my brain, where suddenly the main characters were him and me.

 My cheeks reddened for the third time that day (I almost feared he’d think I got a fever) and I could swear I felt his hand in mine… wait.

Was that real?

My gaze travelled from the screen to my hand and really: His hand was in mine.

Was that an accident or intentional?

‘Screw it! It’s now or never’, I thought as I felt daring for once.

I inched closer and leaned onto his shoulder. My heart was racing a hundred miles per hour it seemed as I waited for what his reaction would be. At first, he got stiff, but then everything happened at once and it happened fast. He lifted his head to look at me and I looked back into his deep, dark brown eyes and in one motion he leaned in and… kissed me.

At first, I couldn’t believe it, I was frozen in place, but soon enough before it could get awkward for him, I leaned in as well. Though I decided to just stay put and let my lips feel his carefully: It was my first kiss after all, I didn’t want to ruin it by getting sloppy.

We staid like that for a couple of seconds before deciding to part.

 “You like me too?”, is the first thing I asked, amazed by what just happened.

“What are you talking about? I’ve liked you since I saw you! You are the one who likes me too”, he answered. My eyes first widened but then I couldn’t but laugh out loud.

“And I always thought I wasn’t your type”, I admitted flustered at his words.

“Really? You are a pretty, talented girl with a super nice personality and you didn’t think you were my type?”

“I mean, I always assumed you’d be more into the mermaid type”, at that he raised an eyebrow and let out a sigh with a single laugh

“You are mermaid enough for me y/n”, he said, cupping my face with his right hand, putting a hair strand behind my right ear, “you are better, even”

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[welllpthisishappening]

It admittedly wasn’t one of his better ideas. 

But these were definitely the best cheeseburgers in the city and there was a view and so Henry didn’t really allow himself to think much about it. Before he was calling to make a reservation. At The Jolly Roger. 

For his first date with Ella. 

He just...didn’t tell anyone else. 

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Rating: Like the lowest of low teen if only for some first-date jitters-induced swearing Word Count: 4.5K  AN: A couple days ago I was answering asks from one of those writing memes and @shireness-says​ gave me a number that required me to headcanon something. Well, I responded here and basically said that in Out of the Frying Pan, on their first date, Henry brought Ella to The Jolly Roger. He just didn’t bother telling anyone because, well, it’s kind of a lot to bring a girl to your family’s restaurant on the first date, but the food is good and there should be good food on a first date. Cue a bit of inspiration yesterday and we’ve got a bunch of words, Will being super unhelpful, and Killian being peak dad. Thanks to Devon for taking my “give me a random Once character who could be a waitress” demand in stride. 

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Will noticed him first. 

That wasn’t all that surprising, not really. Especially not when Henry was certain his heart was going to pound out of his chest, a mix of nerves and excitement and a few more nerves because taking a girl he genuinely liked to The Jolly Roger wasn’t one of his more well-thought out plans. 

But he also kind of wanted a cheeseburger. 

And these were the best cheeseburgers in the city. 

Maybe the Tri-State area. 

He figured Ella would like cheeseburgers. Everyone liked cheeseburgers, right? God, he hoped she liked cheeseburgers. 

He probably should have asked.

He’d admittedly been a little preoccupied. 

Will was very clearly texting someone. Henry hoped it wasn’t his mom. 

And no one had said anything when Henry made the reservation — two days earlier and still a little out of breath while Ella’s yeah that sounds nice ricocheted off every corner of his brain. Ariel had long left the hostess stand in Brooklyn, once she and Eric opened their own seafood place in NOHO, but the new girl was nice and Henry was vaguely confident her name was Merida. She’d asked all the usual questions; date, time, number of people and...name. 

So he’d lied. 

Henry Locksley, he’d said, certain neither Robin nor Regina would be that upset if he borrowed their last name for a few hours, and Roland would only think the whole thing was hysterical, but he also admittedly hadn’t even thought about what he’d do when he had to talk to Merida face to face and Ella knew his name, his real name, and this was already proving to be something of an unmitigated disaster. 

Will was still staring at him from behind the bar. 

With his jaw halfway to the floor. 

“Locksley,” Henry said, not for the first time. “Yup, yeah, that’s—that’s us. Two. Two of us.” Merida hummed, scrolling across a screen Henry would have to ask Killian about. He had no idea they’d gotten that, hadn’t been to the Jolly in Brooklyn in months, which was why he thought this would be better than any other options and seriously he just wanted cheeseburgers. 

With a girl he really liked. 

Will hadn’t blinked in days, though, shoulders shaking slightly when his phone buzzed. Presumably. Henry didn’t have supersonic hearing. 

Just the ability to glare — quickly and, he hoped, covertly, gritting his teeth when Will actually had the gall to laugh loudly. His whole body shook. Henry jerked his hand in front of him, some attempt at miming that he was certain failed spectacularly as soon as Will held his arm in front of him. 

So he could take a picture. 

Or so Henry assumed. 

He sighed. 

“Everything ok?” Ella asked, Henry’s answering nod nothing more than a quick shift of his head that nearly resulted in his chin colliding with his chest. She narrowed her eyes. 

“Fine,” he said. ‘Why wouldn’t it be fine?” “I asked first.” He let out a shaky laugh, another nod that wasn’t doing much to help the overall state of a variety of his internal organs and maybe Will could actually flash lasers from his eyes. It felt that way, at least, a stare that bored its way into the back of Henry’s head and he almost didn’t even notice Merida walking or grabbing menus, tripping over his feet and laughing a bit more and it would be fine, it would be fine, it would be fine, so long as—

“Oh shit,” Henry breathed. 

Ella stopped half a foot away from the table, eyes widening with even more entirely reasonable questions and he really hoped she liked cheeseburgers. 

And Henry didn’t move, even when Merida placed the menus down on the table. In the middle of the dining room, surrounded by other diners and a few other couples who also looked like they were on dates and...a clearly bemused, desperately trying not to laugh, Killian Jones. 

Wearing a chef’s jacket. 

Which really just seemed unfairly ridiculous, all things considered. 

“Damnit,” Henry mumbled, wavering for a moment before he flashed a smile at Merida. He hoped he didn’t look too psychotic. “You, uh—any chance we could get a table by the water?” “There’s water?” Ella asked. 

“Did I not mention that?” She shook her head. “You said you knew a place that had good food. And I wouldn’t mind the drive out here. Nothing about a view.”

“Wow, really undersold it, didn’t I?”

“I wasn’t really banking my decision on the potential of a view. Especially when I figured we’d stay in one borough.” Henry shrugged, doing his absolute best not to glance in Killian’s direction. There was absolutely no way that he could hear them — not over the rest of the soft conversations around them or the ringing phone at the hostess stand Merida hadn’t gone back to yet, but Henry knew he was smiling as well and Will was absolutely still staring. 

And texting mom. 

There was no way he wasn’t. 

“Ah, well,” Henry grinned, “I like to try and keep people guessing.” “You think this is working for you?” “You tell me.”

Ella’s laugh soared out of her, louder than the conversations or Will’s phone, even from a few feet away, a sound that Henry, rather quickly decided, he was going to hear as many times as possible in the next few hours. 

If not longer. 

They weren’t that far from Park Slope. There was good coffee in Park Slope. A few bakeries. Maybe gelato. 

Killian wouldn’t mind if they went to Park Slope for gelato. Will, on the other hand. Maybe. Or mom...and especially Belle. Who wrote the recipe for the cheesecake the pastry chef made every Thursday night before the weekend rush. 

“Did you guys want to move, or…” Merida muttered, and Henry had almost forgotten they’d never sat down. 

Neither Henry nor Ella answered. Not a good first-date moment, but neither was showing up at his family’s restaurant that he hadn’t told her was his family’s restaurant, so Henry didn’t bother thinking before he turned, ignoring the stab of pain in his neck when he met Killian’s eyes. 

And he didn’t do much, not really. Just lifted his hand and pointed a finger towards the row of windows in the back of the dining room, an empty table in the corner. 

Henry exhaled. 

He hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath. 

“If that works?” Henry asked, nodding in the same direction Killian had pointed. Tugging some other screen that was far more high tech than Henry anticipated out of her back pocket, Merida clicked her tongue, once, twice, before—

“Yeah, of course,” she said. “Right this way.”

Henry’s feet continued to have minds of their own, walking too quickly and nearly stepping on the heel of Ella’s shoes in the process, but then his hand found the small of her back and she didn’t say anything, didn’t even tense, which must have been at least a few points in whatever date-scoring system they were working with. 

He resolutely refused to look behind him anymore. 

“Good?” Merida asked, dropping the menus again as Ella nodded enthusiastically. Henry hooked his foot around the other chair, all instinct and familiarity and he didn’t realize Ella’s brows had pinched until he looked up.

He blinked. “What?”

“I’ve never seen anyone pull out a chair like that.” “I don’t—was that weird?” “Maybe not if you live here.” Whatever sound he made was not a laugh. Might not have been human, really, scratching its way out of his throat and between barely parted lips that were starting to dry out a little. Probably from breathing like a psychopath. 

“Who would live at a restaurant?” he mumbled, nearly knocking over the empty water glass in an attempt to grab a menu he could have recited by heart. 

“I wasn’t necessarily speaking literally.” “Right, right, right, yeah that’s—” “—Are you really sure you’re ok?”

“Fine,” Henry said, far too quickly. Impressive since the world was four letters. “Do I seem less-than fine?” “You seem a little nervous,” Ella reasoned. “Which—I mean, first dates and all that, but I thought this was good and—” “—It is good.” Interrupting was probably a few docks on his overall point total. 

But those words didn’t shake and weren’t said at a questionable speed, one way or another, just even and honest and Henry liked Ella. Like liked Ella. He didn’t think Killian would be in Brooklyn.

“Yeah?” Ella asked softly. 

Henry grinned. “Yeah. And these are the best cheeseburgers in at least the six closest states to New York.” “Does that include Delaware?” “What?” “I ate a really good cheeseburger at some roadside stand in Delaware once. On the way to the beach when I was a kid.” “That’s very specific,” Henry admitted. More nerves erupted in the pit of his stomach, suddenly a little terrified that The Jolly wouldn’t stand up to a roadside stand in the middle of goddamn Delaware, but then Ella smiled and the lights reflected off the river and Henry’s shoulders dropped. With relief, or something. 

“You’re making fun of me,” he accused. 

She shook her head. “No, no, no, I wouldn’t do that. I’m having a really serious conversation about cheeseburgers with someone who appears to be an expert.” “Ah, I wouldn’t say that.” “How many states away is Delaware?” “I honestly have no idea.” “That’s actually kind of disappointing. These were your rules, after all.”

“Seafood country, right?” Henry asked, dimly aware that Killian had gone behind the bar. To talk to Will. And mom. Inevitably. “Delaware has like—I don’t know, clams or something.” “You’re really hating on Delaware, aren’t you?”

“I’ve never been to Delaware. We were Maine beach people.” “Maine beach people,” Ella echoed, slowly enough that every letter felt like its own joke. 

Henry hummed. “Didn’t happen often, because my parent’s work schedule was always nuts, but my mom grew up in Maine. We used to go visit my grandmother and my dad, he—” 

Footsteps stopped abruptly in front of their table, a soft hiss of regret from the waitress when she realized she’d interrupted and—

“I’m so sorry. Just wanted to see if you guys were interested in any drinks, or—oh, hey Henry!”

In some other point-based competition where he wasn’t on a first-date and trying to impress Ella or reminisce about childhood trips to the beach where Killian always managed to get mom in the water when no one else could, Henry would award himself first-place and several trophies for managing not to pinch the bridge of his own nose as soon as Ashley said his name. 

“I didn’t know you were going to be here,” she continued. “Does your—”

“Drinks,” Henry cut in, quickly and efficiently eliminating any flirting-type progress. 

To her credit, Ashley didn’t do much more than blink in a few prolonged seconds of confusion, before mumbling a quiet oh, sticking her lower lip out when she nodded and suggested several specialities from the bar. 

“You’re in luck,” she added, “Will’s here tonight, and he’s won awards for mixology and some of his drinks are the best in the city. He’s not here very often, so I’m sure he’ll be happy to make whatever you guys are interested in.”

She cast a meaningful glance in Henry’s direction, his hands fisted at his side now. Ella’s eyebrows were never going to recover. “And he just happened to be here tonight, huh?” Henry grumbled. 

Ashley smiled brightly. “Certainly seems that way, doesn't it? Were you interested in hearing any of our specials?” “Nah, I think we’re good to order, right, Henry?” Ella asked. This was, hands-down, the dumbest thing he’d ever done. And once he’d broken the lock on their front door trying to sneak in after curfew. Killian and mom had argued for ten minutes about who got to teach him to pick locks after that. It was a matter of principle, they said. 

Ryan was the best lock-picker in the family. 

Henry hoped no one texted Ryan about this. She’d never let him live it down. 

“What can I get you?” Ashley asked. 

“Cheeseburgers,” Henry replied. “Just—two cheeseburgers.” 

And strictly speaking, it was almost silly to regret the words as soon as they were out of his mouth, but it was also kind of a dick move to order for his date and Ashley was doing a terrible job of turning whatever noise she was making into something that didn’t resemble a cackle. 

“Shit,” he mumbled again, trying to force his apology onto his face when he looked at Ella. Who had tugged her lips behind her teeth. 

Killian had gone back into the kitchen. 

“Sorry,” Henry stammered. “That was, I know you can order for yourself and—” “—Do we get fries with that?” Ella asked, ignoring him completely. Definitely not points, but not a detraction either, so Henry would take it. 

Ashley nodded. “Regular, sweet, onion rings.” “Sweet potato is great.” “Cool and then that’s onion rings for Henry and—oh.” Maybe he’d just slide down the chair, onto the floor and directly into the Gowanus Canal. It would have been better than whatever Ashley did as soon as she realized what she’d said, color rising in her cheeks and despair landing in Henry’s gut. 

Loudly. 

As if an emotion could do that. 

“Onion rings,” he said, neither an agreement nor an order really, but Ashley was already retreating and he couldn’t really blame her. 

Ella waited exactly fourteen seconds before talking. 

That was nice. 

“So,” she drawled, “you’ve been here before, huh?” “Couple times.” “Do you order the same thing every time?” “Usually, yeah.” “Huh.” “Huh?” Henry echoed. “People like things, right?”

“And you apparently like onion rings.”

There was no way to miss the less-than-soft edge to her voice, another question that might have been closer to an accusation and Henry honestly did not have anyone to blame for any of this. Except himself. 

And maybe Will. 

If he didn’t make good drinks. 

“Oh, no, no, no,” Henry said quickly, understanding rippling up his spine. “Ashley and I aren’t—no, that’s not—” “—You mean you haven’t talked to the waitress a couple of times before?” “Well, yeah, but that’s because I’ve been here a couple of times. But not because—I know her husband and she’s got a really cute kid. Ask her about it, I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to show you the several thousand pictures on her phone.”

That got him a laugh. 

And maybe a few points. 

“Kind of obnoxious to get jealous of the waitress on a first date, isn’t it?” Ella asked. 

“Nah, I think that’s a compliment for me.” “I wouldn’t go that far. What is it about the onion rings that makes them so obviously your favorite, then?” “Oh, well my da—” Henry nearly choked on his tongue, sputtering and trying to catch his breath, eyes watering when he wasn’t getting proper oxygen. “The, uh, the chef here,” he corrected, “he likes to double fry ‘em. You know, flash fry first, then re-batter them, gets them ridiculously crispy. Plus, the aioli sauce he makes? Otherworldly.” “High praise.” “They sell it. Like in supermarkets and cooking stores and stuff.” “Is the chef Paul Newman?” Henry barked out a laugh, any sense of frustration or worry forgotten for a moment. “God, we better hope he didn’t hear that. His ego would never recover.” “So, you know the chef too?” The moment ended. 

“Something like that,” Henry answered evasively. “So how often were you going to Delaware?” Shifting the conversation, he realized was the right choice. Henry only noticed Will a few more times, one quick hand wave that he was fairly certain he was able to turn into a tug of his hair, even if it wasn’t perfectly coordinated, and Killian really had retreated back to the kitchen because the restaurant was packed. 

Henry didn’t think too much about Killian for the next twenty-six minutes. 

Give or take. 

Instead, they ordered appetizers and talked about Delaware and beaches, family vacations and childhood memories, anecdotes about high school and college, slightly embarrassing stories that also made them look endearing and Ashley didn’t call him by his name when she brought the drinks. 

Or the cheeseburgers. 

“Oh fuck,” Ella mumbled, having to bring her hand to her mouth after an especially impressive bite. “That’s delicious.” “See,” Henry said. “Told you.” “Not a great first-date look, either.” “True, but if there’s one thing I am confident about, it’s my knowledge of good food in this city.” “Yeah?” “Yeah,” he parroted. “It’s a thing.” Ella tilted her head, another bite of cheeseburger and more than a few sweet potato fries dipped in a sauce Henry hadn’t had before. He’d have to ask Killian about that later, much later, after the desert and Park Slope and he was just about to ask Ashley for another drink, when—

“Shit,” he grumbled. Again. Third time was the charm or something. 

Because Ashley really was a very good waitress and had a general idea of how much Henry enjoyed that punch thing Will made, only she’d make fun of him for calling it that punch thing, and Will was crossing the dining room with two glasses in one hand. 

And a far too wide smile on his face. 

Henry moved his hand again, trying to slash across his throat without the whole night dissolving into macabre nonsense, but Will didn’t get the message or ignored the message and it was definitely the second thing.

“You’re going to dislocate something,” Ella mused. “What’s happening right now?” Henry didn’t stop. Neither did Will. “Nothing, nothing, this is—”

“Hey, kids,” Will said as soon as he was in front of the table, all energy and a hint of sarcasm. Melting into the Gowanus Canal was suddenly very appealing again. “Figured you could use another round. On the house.” “Huh,” Ella said. “Wow, that’s really nice.” “Isn’t it?” “Ok, thanks,” Henry muttered. 

Will slide the glasses across the table. “House speciality, you know. Rum punch. Very popular. Lots of magazine coverage. Mentioned on the Food Network. I think they made it on Iron Chef, a couple of times.” “They made your drink recipe on Iron Chef?” Ella asked. Henry’s spine didn’t appreciate how slumped he was in his chair.

Will nodded seriously. “Stole it right out from under us. Rude, don’t you think?” “Honestly.” “What do you think?” he pressed, stepping on Henry’s shoe under the table. “Don’t you think we should have gotten recompense or something?” “In the realm of that, yeah,” Henry agreed. 

“Maybe you should write a petition.” “To the Network?” “Or the chef who stole it.” “Oh my God,” Henry murmured, Will’s tongue finding the corner of his mouth when he grinned like a variety of literary cats. Ella looked confused. 

“Do you know who he’s talking about, Henry?” “I’ve got a vague idea.”

“Is this because of the food stuff?” Henry briefly allowed himself to be grateful Will had already put the glasses down before being entirely annoyed by his uncle, quasi-family member, whatever for laughing uproariously. Head thrown back and everything. 

More than one person stared openly at him. 

“Food thing,” Will chuckled. “Yeah, this might be because of the food thing.”

“Alright, well, thanks for the drinks,” Henry snapped. “We can totally pay for them if you want.” Will stopped laughing, shaking his head in what might have been disappointment and Henry hoped Killian wasn’t mad. Or disappointed. That was worse. “Nah, it’s fine,” Will promised. “Trust me, a gift of the house.” “Yeah?” “You bet.” “Ok, well—” “—Thank you,” Ella finished, a quick wink from Will before he was moving back towards the bar and Henry’s head was on a swivel. Nothing. No Killian. No chef’s jacket. No...anything. 

Both he and Ella ate all of their cheeseburgers. 

And, really, for as bad as it all could have gone after that, it was anything but. He still liked Ella and liked talking to Ella and they did just that, even when Ashley dropped the check on the table, tapping a knowing finger on the top. 

“Thanks for coming,” she said, eyeing Henry for another second. 

“Is that code?” Ella asked once Ashley was gone, but Henry didn’t do much more than shake his head, flipping the thing open to find the check upside down and he would have been able to notice that handwriting anywhere.

You need to learn the fine art of covert operations. Merida’s got cheesecake in a to-go back up there. Mom said you guys looked good in the picture Will sent her. Not me. Leave Ashley a good tip. 

Henry huffed out a breath, running his fingers through his hair. Not because he was trying to send any sort of sign, rather because he’d grown up with Killian and some things were bound to stick and—

“I’ll be right back.”

He didn’t run, so that was something. And nothing else. He might have walked briskly, pushing open the kitchen doors to find both Killian and Will standing in the corner. The phone in Will’s hand was buzzing. 

“Obviously I’m going to leave Ashley a good tip,” Henry announced. Killian arched an eyebrow.

“You’re not supposed to be back here.” “Yeah, when’s that ever mattered?” “Fair,” he admitted. “Did the date like the burgers?” “The date’s name is Ella and yeah, of course she liked the burgers. That’s why we came here.” 

“Right, right,” Killian said, grabbing a knife so he could dice something without looking. Henry crossed his arms. “No, no, kid, you don’t get to go defensive stance on me. Not when you used the wrong name and did you honestly think anyone would see Henry Locksley and not immediately realize what was going on?” “Ashley didn’t know.” “Ashley is not the hostess of this restaurant. Or the owner.” “Should I be offended you only came here for the burgers?” Will quipped. “Because that kind of hurts my feelings.” Henry scowled, not disentangling his arms. “This is the best food—and drinks,” he added quickly, “that I know of. I’m not going to go somewhere else, unless I go to Ari’s, but seafood is—” “—Gross?” Will suggested. “I’m going to tell her you said that.” “She said your date was pretty.” “Oh my God.” “So, this is actually a compliment, huh?” Killian asked. “Because we’ve got better food, but you wanted to lie about your name?” “I can’t take a girl to my family’s restaurant on a first date, that’s insane.” “Yeah, we’ve avoided insane completely.” “I didn’t think you were going to be here!” “At my restaurant?” “Mom said you guys weren’t coming out here that much anymore,” Henry cried. “Why are you here right now?” Killian laughed. Henry didn’t expect that. And the knife clanged softly when he dropped it, walking the few steps between them so he could clap Henry on the shoulder like he was sixteen and breaking curfew again. 

“This is your first date?” Henry nodded. 

“We probably should have figured that out, huh?” Killian glanced at a laughing-again Will, only to get a shrug in response. 

“He did keep doing the patented Jones-hair tug of nerves, so maybe this is our fault.” “Emma didn’t realize either, though.” “I hadn’t really talked about Ella to anyone, honestly,” Henry confessed. “This is—I like her. And I didn’t want to jinx it and it’s good food.” “Definitely sounds like a compliment, Cap,” Will said. 

Killian squeezed Henry’s shoulder. “I wasn’t kidding about the cheesecake. Belle would be really upset if you didn’t give Ella cheesecake.” “So long as she’s not lactose intolerant,” Will added. 

“Nah, she got cheese on her burger.” Henry blinked. Once, twice. More realization rattled around his brain and possibly his heart, the tips of Killian’s ears going slightly red. A tell. Much like his hair thing. 

“Did you make the burgers?” “C’mon, I thought we weren’t going to be insulting,” Killian said. 

Henry really needed to breathe better. His sigh wasn’t that either, was more understanding and appreciation and Killian grunted slightly when his arms darted out, a quick hug and mumbled thanks—“Tell Mom and Belle and Ari and whoever else you texted that it was a good first date, hopefully.”

“Hopefully,” Killian repeated. “Better go before this starts to get weird.” And he didn’t run again — followed at least some of the rules of an active kitchen, but any extra oxygen he’d been holding onto disappeared as soon as Henry realized Ella was reading the check. The back of the check. 

“You want to tell me the truth now?” she asked. “Why do you know the waitress? And the bartender? You know the chef too. That’s what you said, right? Did you just go in the kitchen? Is that allowed?” “In order of question. Honestly because I come here a lot. I do know the bartender, though he might be annoyed by that title. And yes to the chef too, probably way better than you’re guessing.” Nothing he’d said had really been right in a date-type setting, so Henry’s wasn’t all that surprised that he managed to botch that up a bit as well, the answer far longer than he planned on it being.  

Ella smiled. 

“I didn’t know I was guessing.” “This is my parent’s restaurant.” Her mouth fell open. Several times. Rather quickly. It was impressive, actually. “What?” “Yuh huh,” Henry said slowly. “And, uh—that Iron Chef my Uncle Will was—” “—That’s your uncle?” “Technically speaking. It’s—ok, everything I’ve said has been totally true. This place has the best burgers anywhere, like maybe the continental United States, really, and I sat down like I did because I helped pick out these chairs when they renovated while I was in college and—” Henry took a deep breath. “My dad is the Iron Chef. And the chef here, actually. He owns this restaurant and the original one with my mom. Original doesn’t have a view though and I’m pretty positive the drawings my sister made when she was a kid are still hanging in the hallway, so I figured this was better.” Silence. 

As much silence as a packed restaurant could allow. 

Steeling himself for the fallout, Henry tried not to get impatient or worried, but then Ella was laughing and still smiling and she slid the check back towards him. 

“Will I get to meet the chef, eventually? Is your mom a chef too?” “Emma Swan-Jones? She had—” “—That TV show?” “That’s her.” “Shit, you’re famous.” “My parents are marginally famous, cook really well and yeah, if you want to go out again sometime you can definitely meet the chefs. Both of them.”

“Well I am pretty interested in this artwork,” Ella said. “And then we wouldn’t have to leave the city either.” “That’s true.” “So, uh—” “—It’s a date,” Henry said. “You want to get the cheesecake first, though?” “This whole thing is a bust if we don’t get cheesecake.”

He nodded, stuffing bills that were far more than twenty-percent in the folder, and Ella’s hand was warm when it found his on their walk back to the hostess stand. There were four pieces of cheesecake in the bag. 

And it did take a few more dates before Ella met everyone, but Killian made her a bottle of her own aioli to take home and Roland only made fun of stealing his name for ten minutes, so Henry was fairly positive he’d won. 

[hellfirenacht]

The Convention Fic Chapter 1

YouTube Gamer Beetlejuice x Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: You were a mod for one of the biggest YouTube gamer, Beetlejuice. Now you're finally going to meet him in person.

Note: This fic takes place at Momo Con in Atlanta, Georgia because it’s my favorite con :)

Thursday (Night)

You didn't remember much between the plane landing and checking into the hotel other than the nervous and excited feelings in your gut. After dropping your bag next to the bed and plugging in your phone to charge you looked out the window, taking in the gorgeous view of the city as the sun set. From here you could see a rectangular park, along with a huge ferris wheel lighting up against the lavender sky.

You heard your phone ding, and you glanced over at it, seeing his name pop up. Your heart skipped a beat as you opened the message. "ARE U HERE YET?? COM FIND ME!!" he was always a bit sloppy with typing, even in private but something about the excitement and constant caps lock was endearing.

Still, the message made your heart pound in your chest. This would be your first time meeting him in person. He had practically begged you to come, claiming it was his first con and he needed his hype squad there.

You glances at the digital clock next to the bed. It was nearing 8 pm, and you knew that he was holding a small unofficial meet up in the park around 10. That at least gave you two hours to hype yourself up and get your badge and get ready.

"Just got in. Gonna take a shower and get my badge"

The reply was almost instant. "WAT ROOM? IM COMIN UP"

NOPE, you were NOT ready for this. You set the phone down, heart pounding. You were not ready to meet your celebrity crush/friend/boss (?) yet.

You took your time getting ready, wanting to make sure you looked perfect. It was warm out, so you pulled out the special t-shirt that you had bought from his merch store that just happened to make you look and feel kinda hot.

During all this, Beej kept spamming the mod group chat with pictures of everything he was seeing and people he was meeting. For a gremlin he sure did act like a puppy sometimes.

Finally happy with your appearance, you stepped out of your hotel, making sure you had your key card, wallet, and phone on you and made your way to registration. Being Thursday night there wasn't a lot people in line (especially since the YouTuber Concert had just started), but it didn't matter as you found your way to the Guest line, where Beej had promised a badge would be waiting for you.

He did not disappoint as you were handed a lanyard and a special badge that said "guest" on the bottom. It made you feel a little special that you were considered to be part of his group, officially.

But that's part of the reason you were here. You were a Mod for his streams and Discord, yes but you also helped him with responding to e-mails and picking out sponsorships. The only thing Beetlejuice seemed to care about when it came to his channel was entertaining people. He said that if it wasn't for you, Adam, Lydia, and Barb, he wouldn't have been able to do this much.

And so here you were now, at a convention where you would be his "handler" of sorts. Keeping an eye on him, making sure he was on time, helping with videos, and making sure that he didn't push himself too hard this weekend.

Glancing at your phone with your goodies on hand you were surprised it wasn't even nine yet. You glanced a picture Beej had dropped in the group chat, a selfie with a random cosplayer.

"I'm on the con floor" you typed and then deleted, your nerves getting the best of you. Oh wow you were suddenly a shaking nervous wreck. You knew that he wanted to see you, and you wanted to see him but something was holding you back.

It was decided that you'd just wander around a bit and wait until the meet up. Besides, it was probably a better idea to get used to the layout of the convention center now. You tucked your phone away and started walking where most of the con goers were headed after receiving their badge.

The convention had three official floors of the hotel, the top floor (ground level) held registration, some panel rooms and the outside courtyard where a lot of people were blasting music and dancing. The second level (down the escalator), held more panel rooms and a small food court which was mostly a hand full of food stalls and tabled. The final floor (down yet another escalator) was a huge basement area, an open floor divided into three sections; the dealers room, the artist ally, and the arcade.

Since the dealers room and the artist ally were closed for the night, you took a quick sweep of the arcade. The con had imported so many different machines from Japan, from DDR to some weird VR games, all free to play. There were also small booths where you could rent board games and other table top games. You couldn't believe that this was going to be open the whole weekend without closing. You wondered if Beetlejuice would make a video about the arcade.

It was a little past 9:15 now, so you decided to head back up the escalators towards the court yard where you'd seen people a partying. Maybe you could turn the nervous energy into party energy.

It was a nice warm night, and people were gathered around a de-masked Deadpool who had set up a portable rolling stereo, playing songs off his phone. The courtyard was a large concrete area with a raised platform about knee-high that was covered with grass. There was plenty of room in the grass for groups to hang out, talk, or dance. The area around the concrete was also filled with people, but also with amazingly beautiful, elaborate, or simple chalk drawings based on anime, games, or memes.

You considered what you wanted to do for a moment before you heard it. That sound.. that beautiful sound that made your heart explode inside your chest, your head spin, and caused a small part of you to go absolutely feral.

Deadpool had just put on Caramelldansen; a siren call that no mortal weeb could resist.

The rest of the nerds around you felt the same reaction as everyone stated hopping up and down to the endlessly catchy bop. For a moment you forgot who you were and what you were doing, all that mattered was hopping up in the grass with all these strangers and dancing to this song.

Within those next 3 minutes, everything felt perfect. You danced with these people you didn't even know who were just happy to be there. Together with another stranger, you brought someone else onto the grass to dance. One person yelled that they liked your shirt, you told another that you adored their cosplay.

Three minutes was all it took to make you forget about being nervous and facing your fears. As the song ended and another started, you felt ready to finally go find him.

Just as you were pulling out your phone, another pic appeared in the group chat and your heart leaped in your chest. He was outside in a place that looked eerily like where you were standing.

You ran to the center of the yard, looking around like mad. It was dark out now, but there were some lights that flooded the courtyard. There! You spotted the familiar messy green hair and found yourself trembling again. This time though, from excitement. The energy and positivity you felt from dancing with everyone had given you the highest high, and biggest confidence boost you could have.

"Beetlejuice?" You called out once, the noise from the dancing and the distance between the two of you causing you not to be heard.

You started walking forward towards him, your feet faster than you anticipated, your face smiling hard.

"Beetlejuice!" You yelled out again, this time his head jerked slightly looking around but still not seeing you. You decided to give him just one more.

"BEETLEJUUUUUICE!" You yelled, running full tilt at him. He turned around, and his face going from confusion to pure joy within 2 seconds. He yelled your name and started running at you as well, his arms outstretched as if to catch you.

You nearly jumped into his arms and he picked you up, spinning you around. You both laughed when he set you down, and he looked at you with excited bright eyes and your heart caught in your throat.

"I almost thought you drowned!" He exclaimed looking you up and down. The way his green eyes scanned your body it was as if he was in awe of you being real. "Wait that's my shirt!!" He was practically bouncing with excitement.

"Y-yeah!" You stuttered, remembering that you needed to actually talk to him. You took him in- the hoodie and striped black and white shirt, the faded jeans, the slight dad bod, and the green ombre hair that seemed to almost glow under the streetlights.

"We gotta take a picture for the group chat!" He pulled you close to his side, his arm around your shoulder as he angled his phone at your faces. You barely had time to smile as he took the picture. It was slightly blurry and grainy from the crappy lighting but you both looked genuinely happy. You made a note to download it later.

Once it was in the chat with an "I FOUND THEM!!!!" attached, he launched into a million questions. He asked how your flight was, what you thought of the con so far, was your room okay?

The two of you played catch up for the next few minutes before he took your hand and started leading you away from the courtyard.

"Where are we going?" You asked, glad that it was dark enough that he couldn't see how red your cheeks were.

"It's almost 10!" He said. "Gotta be at the meet up." Oh right, of course.

He led you through the park, still holding your hand tightly as he brought you to a spot in the park that was covered in brick. You recognized it as one of those fountains that kids could play in where the water would shoot up, though the dry bricks hinted that it was off for the evening. From here you also had a view of the ferris wheel that looked so much bigger from the ground.

As you approached, a handful of people gasped and cheered as Beetlejuice drew close. He waved and greeted the dozen or so people who had been able to show up and meet him. Two of them even recognized you from Twitter and said hi.

The next few hours were filled with selfies, pictures, videos, autographs and games. It almost felt like being a kid again, being able to so easily make friends. You chatted with the group and Beej, so impressed at how he was able to so easily talk to everyone- not once letting anyone feel left out.

But he still stayed close to to you, using any excuse to throw his arm around you or grab your hand, each touch making your heart pound. If you didn't have a crush on him before, you sure did now!

After a few rounds of duck duck beetlegoose, red rover, and hide and seek (which BJ was impossibly good at for some reason), the group split up around midnight. Beetlejuice took your hand again and started leading you back to the convention center and hotel. Though you were starting to hit a wall, you weren't ready to say goodbye yet.

"So Babes, what are we gonna do for the rest of the night?" He asked, looking at you excitedly.

Your answer was cut off by a loud growl coming from your stomach. In all the excitement and nervousness of the day, you hadn't eaten more than some crackers and ginger ale from the plane.

"...Food." you said as he laughed.

"Food it is!" He said. "What do you want to eat?" You thought for a second and looked down the length of the park to the side opposite the convention center. There was the bright yellow sign of a 24/7 diner advertising waffles.

"That!" You said pointing at the building, suddenly taking charge and dragging him behind you.

"Alright, alright, Babes!" He laughed as he caught up with you. "You that hungry?"

"You have no idea." You replied as you started to get your appetite back. He followed you through the park and across the street to the small diner. The inside was a bit crowded but nothing unmanageable for the quickly moving waitstaff. At a glance you could tell that almost every person came from the convention center, either by the lanyards around their necks, the abundance of graphic t-shirts, or the half discarded cosplays while people ate.

You two were seated in the corner at a smaller booth, menus already on the table, but you already knew what you wanted. The green haired man in front of you looked over the menu, for a few moments until a waitress came by for your drink orders.

You ordered a water and some coffee, knowing that this might be the only time you'll be able to have some one-on-one time with Beej this weekend. You were sure that he'd be busy with meeting people and doing panels and autographs and you wanted to make the most of the night.

"I got something on my face, Babes?" Beetlejuice suddenly asked, smirking at you. You hadn't realized how intensity you had been staring at him.

"Ack, sorry." You shook your head slightly. "I'm just starting to hit a wall. It's been a long day."

He gave a small frown. "Do we need to get you back to your room after this?" He asked. There was something about the way he said it that sounded like he was both a little sad and worried. You just shook your head.

"I'll be okay once I have some food and coffee in me." You reassured. "I was kinda hoping that maybe we could check out the arcade together."

His eyes lit up at that. "Really? I was hoping the same thing! I wanna do a vlog of the con and spend time with you and we could give reviews on all the weird games and ask people why they're up so late!"

How was it possible for a grown man to be this cute? How was he making you feel like you were the only person on the planet?

He continued to tell you everything that's happened to him since he arrived at the con. The people he met, the costumes he saw- the way he talked it was almost like he never knew what it was like to be around so many people at once.

Your food arrived, and you were quick to start shoving waffles into your face as you listened to him talk with his mouth full.

"Geeze, you really were hungry huh?" He teased as you finished off your plate in record time. "I'm normally the fast eater."

You laughed sheepishly. "I hadn't eaten all day." You admitted. "I was, uh... too nervous and distracted."

He frowned and placed on of his waffles on your plate. "Breathers need to eat!" He insisted. "Don't do that! Also what were you even nervous for?"

Normally you would have said no to taking someone else's food, but that was a face you couldn't say no to. Plus you were still kind of hungry.

"I guess I was a little nervous about finally meeting you face to face." You admitted, drowning the waffle in syrup.

"You know that's fair. Most people I meet don't usually go out of their way to meet me." He let out a laugh. "At least they didn't before I started the whole playing games thing. Actually the last time someone went out of their way to call me I kinda kicked their parents out of the house, scared off a bunch of people and killed some cult leader named Kevin."

You snorted between bites. You wondered where he even came up with this stuff. He'd make a great writer, probably.

“Are you still nervous?” he asked, his voice lower and calmer than what you were used to with the man. You shook your head.

“No. I’m really happy right now.” you replied and you could see him visibly relax. It wasn’t often that he acted calm, especially when there were other people around.

The rest of the meal was eaten with quiet chit chat as he continued to ask you questions about yourself and you reigning him in to talk about the convention schedule and to finalize the plan.

"Okay, so looks like the panel you're running is Saturday around 3, and your autograph session in early Sunday." You said, scrolling through your phone, typing out the schedule. "That leaves all of Friday open-"

"Not quite." He said. "I uh, do have a plan for us on Friday night." For a second he seemed to hesitate. You looked up, a little surprised.

"...Us?" You asked. "As in, just us us, or us as in a group?"

"I have a surprise for you on Friday and I want it to be just us and I wanted it to be a surprise but I'm so bad at secrets and I want to tell you-" he started, but you cut him off, your cheeks turning slightly warm.

"I don't have any plans." You said. "I'd love to do whatever surprise you have planned. Maybe. Wait, is this gonna be another 'ball pit" incident?" You asked suspiciously.

He held his hands up in mock surrender. "No, not this time! This is a real surprise!"

"I'm sure that was a relationship surprise too, according to your room mates."

"This is different, cross my heart and hope to live!"

"I'm can't wait." You said, heart pounding in your chest. Though the two of you had been talking to each other for a few months now, you always assumed that you were just a Mod in his chat to him. The fact the he seemed to have gone out of his way to make plans for the two of you lit a small spark of hope in your heart.

The meal ended with you paying the tab and him picking up the tip.

"It's almost 1:30." You noted. "If you have plans for Friday night, then the best time to get footage of the arcade without fighting with the lines would probably be now or Saturday at 3 in the morning. "

"This is why I needed you here, Babes." He said, looking at you with pride. "You understand things I wouldn't even think of! Now let's go absolutely ape shit on these nerds." His smile as he said that last line looked feral and slightly dangerous. You would probably need a cold shower after you retired for the night.

And so Thursday night came to a close, with you walking into the start of Friday holding hands with a demon gamer. You noted to yourself that this was only the beginning, and you couldn't wait to see where the rest of the weekend went.

Next Chapter

[dragonroyaly]

Alright, I'll bite. Tell me about your new MID AU.

WHY THANK YOU FOR ASKING ANON!

Quick heads up though: Death warning. I don’t usually make only fluffy AUs and this is not one of them. Proceed with caution.

Okay so like there’s a bunch of shit going on in this AU and I’m not exactly sure where the best point to start is so let’s start with Pierce.

I like the idea that the Daemos have little elements, so I decided to take a swing at that too. And I swung and Pierce ended up being like a grim reaper sort of dude, becuase who better for that role than the gentle giant.

He can see ghosts like they were actual people, and he can kinda sense when who he’s seeing is dead or not, but with the magic crisis and all the ‘Sense Death’ ability is dulling as the magic drains.

He tries to help ghosts move on to the afterlife the best he can while still doing his job, he really does care about this as the Grim type of Daemos are super rare and usually ghosts can’t really move on without help, but also being Asch’s guard or whatever he does interferes with that a great deal

So, cannon shit happens, y’all know the drill, and in comes Rileigh.

Rileigh is an OC, Ava’s twin brother, and very dead.

And in comes Ava’s part of the story. I keep giving characters tragic backstories becuase I’m That Bitch, I guess, and Ava’s Tragic Backstory is the kinda cliche ‘Dad was just Gone, mom never talked about him, mom was also highly abusive’ shit, y’all know the drill.

Cut to a couple years later, their mom either dies from like alcohol poisoning or she gets caught or something, I actually haven’t thought that part through, she just can’t take care of them anymore one way or another.

So, Andrew and Devon adopt them, both are really Really nervous because as previously mentioned their mom Was Not Nice and they hoped there was such thing as good parenting but also they were like eleven at the time and hadn’t been shown kindness by like Anyone before.

And Andrew and Devon were really great dads! They loved Ava and Rileigh so much! They knew their mom hadn’t been the best and they’d be wary of them one way or another but like the underestimated how bad that’d be.

A thing about their mom, she was usually all-around bad but sometimes thing got real good for a couple days, maybe a couple weeks, she would spoil Ava and Rileigh and be really nice but then things got really really REALLY bad and Ava and Rileigh decided next time that happens they’re just gonna end it.

So, using their not-too-smart and very traumatized eleven-year-old brains, they decided that Andrew and Devon would eventually turn out like their mom did and tried to kill themselves by overdosing on some pills they found.

And Rileigh did. But Ava didn’t. So Rileigh just decides he wants to see Ava safe and followed her around as a ghost, he’d move on when Ava died and he’d be with her in the afterlife.

Fast forward to cannon events, Rileigh���s still following Ava around, Pierce can still see ghosts, and eventually figured out Rileigh was a ghost.

So, Pierce does what he does, tries to see what Rileigh wants so he can peacefully move on. Rileigh isn’t having any of that, and Pierce can’t even meet his requests becuase he’s just like “I’ll move on when Ava moves on.” “But Ava’s still alive. I’m not going to kill her.” “Exactly.”.

Rileigh is happy that someone can see him, and Pierce doesn’t really have anything better to do, so sometimes they’ll just stay up and chat. Usually in the livingroom in the middle of the night when everyone else is asleep.

Anywho back to Ava for a bit.

I have trouble seeing a world with magic where people aren’t able to sense if others have magic or not, even if it’s more dulled than others are, so the Daemos would be able to tell Ava’s completely bullshitting it after a while.

So, I do the logical thing and I give Ava magic. Extremely powerful magic. And the Daemos know. Ava does not. She used to think she might have superpowers because in moments where she wasn’t completely there, like her being sick, or just waking up, or extremely zoned out, she swore she could levitate things or fly or freeze things, set them on fire, grow plants faster, stuff like that, but eventually chalked it up to her having an overactive imagination.

So, another thing, Ava has a lot of magic, easily enough to fuel Daemos for another century at least, but it’s all kinda just trapped inside her body and whatever the Daemos are sensing is a very dulled version of her true power. If Ava gets a scratch or something, more magic would come out.

So, one day they’re all just kinda la-dee-da-ing around the apartment, the boys are hanging out in the livingroom, Ava’s in the kitchen making soup or something, chopping carrots, and she accidentally nicks her finger becuase she has the hand-eye cordiation of a blind goose.

Cue all of the boys kinda just freezing in shock because it doesn’t matter if you have hyper magic sensing (Rhys) or dull magic sensing (Noi), that’s more magic than they’ve felt in their lives.

All from a tiny scratch. And Ava’s just like ‘Ow yikes gotta go get a mcfricken band-aid’ and all the boys are just. Staring. Becuase they knew she was powerful but not to this degree.

Rileigh, still very ghostly, is kinda there, witnessing their shock like ‘??? What’s going on? Yo Pierce you wanna explain this shit? Is it the smell of blood, are y’all like vampires or something??’

Needless to say the Daemos are very careful around Ava from then on becuase she could probably blink at them and kill them instantly. Though she didn’t know that.

Rileigh learns what happens, laughs, continues to have a mini existential crisis becuase holy shit would he have had that much magic??

Fast forwards a couple months. The Boys have now been gone on Daemos for like two years and no one can get to them becuase there’s no longer enough magic left to open a portal to Earth. I am estimating on the time here go easy on me.

Pierce has gotten himself into a bit of a sticky situation. He has. The biggest fucking crush on Rileigh. Cue a couple internal crisises or whatever the plural of that word is, asking Ava what love felt like because all of the boys are stupid with emotions and Pierce is no different, Ava very loudly responding “BABY DON’T HURT ME” as a knee-jerk reaction to Pierce asking ‘What is love’ and a very quick run-down on memes.

This is also where my now commonly used line “I mean you do you but I have questions” comes from. “So how would y’all react if I said I had a crush on Ava’s dead brother” Pierce says. “I mean you do you but I have questions.” Asch says.

Ava is also aware she has magic now, and very strong magic at that. Still can’t use it for shit. Has made books go flying straight out the window when she tried to lift them with her telekinesis or whatever.

Fast forwards another little bit, Rileigh also has a crush on Pierce, tells him becuase he’s not a fucking coward and also knows emotions and shit.

Quick note, I know Daemos don’t do human shit but like kissing is a thing on Daemos becuase I fucking said so. They also tap horns together but like irrelevant.

So, Pierce, due to the nature of his magic and me being a cliche bitch, if he kisses someone they’ll straight-up die. He knows this from experience and swore off love after that.

So back to the scene, Rileigh and Pierce kiss, which would’ve looked hella weird if you couldn’t see ghosts but Pierce made sure that literally no one else was in the same room as them when he and Rileigh talked.

Pierce describes this as quite possibly the best thing that’s ever happened to him and kissing Rileigh feels like heaven.

And guess what happens next?

It takes a hot minute but eventually Pierce is like ‘Wait a sec Rileigh isn’t giving me dead people vibes anymore what’s up with that’ and both kinda freak out when they realize apparently that legit brought Rileigh back to life.

Cue Rileigh yelling becuase no one could hear him for the past like twelve odd years so he got a little used to just Shouting when he wanted to, and he woke Ava up.

Ava who was VERY surprised to see her previously dead brother (Who now looked her age because if one twin dies and the other doesn’t and the dead twin doesn’t move on they’ll continue to age like nothing happened), Pierce being caught in the middle of this kinda just stuck with the surprised Pikachu face, Rileigh who’s feeling Hella Hyper and Happy becuase he’s alive and also Pierce fucking kissed him.

There were tears. Ava cried and clung onto Rileigh. Rileigh also cried. Pierce was just sitting on the couch for all of it wondering what the hell he should do. At some point the other boys come out and are collectively like ‘WHO FUCK THE IS THIS BITCH??’ And Pierce has to explain the whole thing in detail becuase Ava and Rileigh are too caught up in their little ‘Holy shit you’re alive’ ‘HOLY SHIT I’M ALIVE’ thing.

Cut to like a week later, everything’s perfect, Rileigh’s alive, Pierce has gotten himself an entire boyfriend (That he can kiss and stuff without killing!), Ava finally got a mcfricken job. Andrew and Devon don’t know about any of this becuase that’d mean explaining even more stuff to them that Ava’s not sure she can do without getting a headache.

Asch suddenly realizes “WAIT SHIT WE’RE SUPPOSED TO GET MAGIC BACK TO DAEMOS SHIT” So after Ava gets home they have to do that.

And they fuckin do that, just open a portal in the middle of the livingroom and go through. They didn’t exactly have a plan, just take a bit of Ava’s magic, she has enough of it to fuel that entire dimension for ages, as previously mentioned, and with Rileigh in the mix, who does in fact have magic like Ava does, there should be a peaceful way to solve this, right?

They did not get to explain the plan fully before The Daemos are like “So like if we kill The Magic Princess we’ll never have to worry about magic and right? Right. Okay bye we’re gonna go publicly murder her now.” And dragged a very confused and panicked Ava away before any of them can react.

I should say during this whole thing Rileigh was not immediately present. He was out getting groceries or something, I don’t know.

The Boys forget they can like rebel against the kingdom or go after them and explain that you don’t need to kill her you idiots just take like a teaspoon of blood and we’ll be fine for decades but you know how Daemos are. Only using their Violence Brain and all.

It takes Rileigh getting home with Lorelai in tow, he ran into her at some point and she was like “Hey you look like Ava!!” and Rileigh being like “Oh yeah I’m her twin!!” an Lorelai being herself and he ends up bringing her home with him to hang out or something.

Rileigh finds the portal and all there and is frozen like “What the fuck??!?! THEY’RE GONNA KILL HER??? NO???” And the boys still don’t remember they can just save Ava and go fuck off to her apartment for like until they die.

Lorelai, understandably, completely snaps and goes rushing into the castle or whatever because portal landed like right outside of Asch’s room, grabs two swords off the wall, like, you know those displays?

So it’s just Elizabeth’s fight scene from Black Butler but Lorelai and Daemos guards and Lorelai just guessing off of where Ava’s screaming is coming from.

The Boys finally fucking remember this does not have to end with Ava dying, which was pointed out to them by Lorelai, who is completely human with absolutely no magic whatsoever, and not built for fighting whatsoever, her just rushing in without a second thought, and also Rileigh, who screamed at them and kicked Asch in the head.

So they follow the trail of dead bodies Lorelai’s leaving behind and Ava’s screaming and end up looking at where there’s already a crowd, Ava’s about to be killed, Lorelai’s not close enough to save her, Asch fireballs whoever was about to kill her the fuck away.

At this point, Ava had just about complete shut down, just zoned out due to panic, so she was just kinda sitting there in front of the shocked audience who by this point had been like ‘Wait we were running out of magic? Wait killing her will give us like unlimited magic? WAIT THE PRINCE JUST KILLED A FUCKING GUARD WHO IS THIS LADY??’

So after like five minutes the boys and Lorelai and Rileigh are all surrounding Ava and trying to protect her and then.

And then the goddamn king shows up.

The king, very feared, Asch’s father, Rhal’s too but like Rhal had been backed into a corner due to Lorelai being Angerey so he wasn’t present for any of this.

And everything just seems to freeze. The crowd, the guards, Asch and Co’, Ava was still zoned out, Rileigh was clinging onto Ava, and everyone was staring at the king.

He takes about the same stance as everyone else like ‘So spilling this lady’s blood will give us unlimited magic? Sounds good to me if y’all aren’t going to kill her I’ll do it myself.’ but like logically more threatening sounding than that but like before he can do anything Ava kinda half zones back and looks up at him.

Now, here’s why Ava and Rileigh have magic and Daemos doesn’t.

Daemos had gods, very powerful gods, but eventually they all got tired and fled to different dimensions. The gods were fueling everyone’s magic, the followers of certain gods got certain powers, y’all get it.

So, eventually, there was just this one god left, right, the main dude who was the only one fueling anyone’s magic anymore.

He got tired, and he got lonely, so he gave the rest of his followers magic power and fled to earth. The King, who was his most loyal follower, got the highest amount of magic. Please note that The King was a total nobody before this. Didn’t even have magic. Why is Asch like that then? His mother, obviously.

The God went on to fall in love with Ava and Rileigh’s mother, and, surprise surprise, is Ava and Rileigh’s father. And even before all the other gods just left and dumped their duties onto him, he was still the most powerful. So that’s why Ava and Rileigh are so damn jam-packed with magic, they’re demi-gods.

Ava, who is still mostly zoned out but some deep dark part of her definitely recognizes this dude’s magic is the same as hers.

So she’s like “You have my magic, that you don’t deserve. Give it back.” In like the Irene voice or whatever and she stands up and looks at The King and please be aware she is zoned-out during this entire thing.

The King, who can also sense the same magic he has in Ava but definitely stronger, but is an idiot, goes ‘No, you will give me, me and the rest of Daemos your magic.’

And Ava’s like ‘Then if you will not give me my magic back willingly, I will take it back by force’ and straight-up absorbs this dude’s magic leaving him completely powerless and then both The King and Ava pass the fuck out. Rileigh absorbs half the magic Ava absorbed from The King becuase she couldn’t take all of it on her own and still be stable since like he tainted it or whatever. Daemos were not meant to handle magic, humans were.

So like no one knows what’s going on becuase both The King and Ava are unconscious and everyone’s still trying to handle the shock of the whole event and Lorelai never really snapped back out of Fight Brain.

After a moment, Leif just scratches Ava’s arm enough to bleed a little bit which, as I’ve said, is enough to fuel the dimension for like a solid year or so human time, and then they all run back to Earth and close the portal before anyone can get mad at them.

Ava wakes up after a bit, has one hell of a fever since The King had tainted the magic she had just absorbed and that was Not Fun, but they explain everything to her after the whole sick event after now like once a year Ava has to give up a tiny bit of blood to keep Daemos running happily and The Boys live on Earth becuase they like it there and Pierce has Rileigh and they’re all happy.

There’s a whole other disaster when Andrew and Devon find out about all of this because Ava’s just decided it’s not worth lying about. She wasn’t even sure how she’d explain Rileigh.

“RILEIGH’S ALIVE??”

“Shit dude yeah he sure is. Hey he’s got a boyfriend too, did you know that?”

“RILEIGH’S ALIVE AND HE HAS A- WHAT?!”

“Yeah, Pierce brought him back to life through the power of love or some shit. Hey did y’all know me and Rileigh are demigods?”

And at that point they’re just kinda staring in complete shock.

Lorelai always goes back to Daemos for their yearly teaspoon of blood sacrifice as Ava’s personal guard. Ava did not ask for this. No one asked for this. Lorelai is feared throughout Daemos due to the whole Elizabeth Fight Scene stunt she pulled. She low-key enjoys seeing people this scared of her. She is aware this is a problem.

Anywho this AU was like a lot more detailed than I previously thought, but it’s fun being able to talk about this. If anyone has anymore questions like specifically or as like a suggestion for this AU let me know!

[taffysannotatedsonichu]

The Most Pointless Character in Sonichu

Taffy here. This was a post I made for the Kiwi Farms forum on the most pointless character in Sonichu in late October 2017, and I took up the challenge to prove every single character has no point. This was kind of my beta version of what would become Taffy’s Annotated Sonichu, so I thought it would be worth reprinting here (also I’m sorry it’s taking me so long to get more CWCDefense or GitM up, I’ve been really sick for the past two weeks and I’m just now trying to get back in the swing of things).

Chris's comic persona and fursona are pointless because he could have just lived vicariously through Sonichu and not have an in-comic presence.

Sonichu himself became pointless after Chris took over as main character but was already pretty pointless since really Chris could have just written a straight Sonic fanfic with Sonic as the lead in the first place. Besides the occasional electric attack and the complete lack of an original personality he's basically Sonic.

That said, all the characters ripped wholesale from Sonic or Pokémon (Sonic himself, Perfect Chaos, Robotnik, Giovanni) are pretty pointless as they were dropped not long in as Sonichu grew to have its own canon with its own crazy cast of characters.

In addition, any character ripped wholesale from any other franchise (Beavis & Butthead, Bugs Bunny, Meg Griffin) exist solely for "fan service", or rather fan disservice.

Rosechu is extremely pointless, all she does is A) be a token girl, B) prove Sonichu is STRAIGHT, and C) occasionally face rape someone. That said The Incredible Lioness is probably the closest we get to a real character with a point, rivaled only by the Voltorb that kills Simonla. They have simple purposes (to brutally maim and murder) and they do them to a T.

Kel is pointless since Rosechu could have just been Chris's Pokémon to begin with and she didn't need to exist as a middleman.

For that matter, any character best known for being a Moon Pal (Bill the Scientist, Metal Sonichu, Yawning Squirtle) or just as a meme in general (Inos), while being great for laughs, are all pretty irrelevant background characters.

Reldnahc Notsew Niatsirhc exists solely for Chris to physically obliterate his sexual insecurity.

Any Jerkop or Manajerk exists solely for Chris to vent his frustrations with real people who were just doing their jobs. Same goes for Hanna.

Blake is too inconsistent to have a point to existing. He was a pointless villain-of-the-week at first and then he was a pointless supporting character.

Sarah Hammer and Wes Iseli are particularly pointless because Chris' relationship with Sarah was already waning when he wrote Sonichu 2. Since the reincarnation plot point was dropped not long after, you can honestly skip Sonichu 2 entirely and not miss anything.

Mary Lee Walsh, while being awesome, is like the jerkops and manajerks just there essentially as a comic book voodoo doll. Maybe the point of her was to show that Chris can in fact write an interesting and badass female character? We'll never know.

Count Graduon is pretty redundant with Mary, power wise. Other than to vent frustrations with his graduation he's really pointless.

All of the Chaotic Combo are basically team filler filling out some elements that the rest of the team lacks. Specifically:

Wild Sonichu doesn't really have a personality. He's pretty redundant with Sonichu himself, other than, of course, we need a green Sonichu. The one thing that possibly could have made him interesting, the struggles of being a single father, are really rushed over so Chris can get back to the murder spree. His only notable father-daughter bonding experience was drilling a man to death.

Bubbles Rosechu, aside from being the token blue Sonichu/water type, finds one Sonichu ball and then returns to being a moron.

Angelica Rosechu, although I imagine her original purpose was to be a pacifist voice of reason and a token religious character, well, that got thrown out the window pretty quickly. The things that differentiate her from Bubbles besides their powers are few and far between.

Punchy Sonichu is just the token red character and the token Asian. Seriously I don't even know what "fighting type" means. In fact, why not make him fire type? It's the one element missing from the Chaotic Combo (Bubbles is water, Wild is earth, Angelica is air, Magi-Chan is ether/heart/mind, no one's fire!) (Note 26/11/18: I now know Fighting-Type is a type of Pokémon, but nevertheless “Fighting-Type is one of the weirder types. The Pokémon types are elements, supernatural creatures... and martial arts. And yes, the Fighting-Type icons in the series are red while Fire-Type is orange, but from a team balance perspective fire would have made sense).

Magi-Chan, especially after being paired off with Silvana taking away his sole unique trait of not being driven around by his penis, is just Chris's round the clock surveillance system.

Boulder Dropping Whale would have been useful if he actually killed Bubbles's mother but since he failed he's just a great meme.

Why does Flame the Sunbird even exist? He's literally just Kazooie from Banjo-Kazooie and his role could have easily been filled by Wild or Bubbles or anyone because that stupid Sunstone doesn't even matter, except it does make everything grow like Norma, whoever she is. Norma is the most relevant character in that whole issue. (Note 26/11/18: Yes, I named Nadine’s mom after this typo.)

Again, Darkbind and Zelina are crimes against nature. (Note from an earlier repost): I am referring to a previous post complaining that Darkbind and Zelina were the combinations of not two but four franchises (Sonic, Pokémon, Zelda & Darkwing Duck) and came off as clunky because of it.)

Crystal the sister is especially irrelevant now that Chris is a girl (why not make her a trans man to mirror Chris' own transition? Oh wait JERKS.), but she was always redundant with Rosechu and Chris himself.

Sailor Megtune - why didn't he just draw Megan herself? We know he's okay drawing her.

Megagi - Already kinda redundant with Megtune and she really had no reason to exist after Chris & Megan had that falling out.

Jamsta and Lolisa speak for themselves at their uselessness. I mean, they are just bit characters anyway. But as someone else mentioned before their radio station is particularly shitty.

Patti-Chan, while her story is cute, just exists as a way for Chris to hold on to his beloved pet and not fully cope with her loss.

Allison Amber, although being one of the better characters, wouldn't need to exist if Chris would just do some work for once. That said if the point of her character was to be an audience surrogate (I mean, until she shoots a man in cold blood) then for once Chris succeeded.

Bionic the Hedgehog as previously mentioned is just there for the sake of having an orange Sonichu, even though he isn't one.

All of the specific characters of Chris's "real life" "sweethearts" (Pandahalo, Blanca, Ivy) as well as their OCs (Jiggliami, Blazebob & Chloe, Layla Flaafy) are pointless because they all just disappear almost immediately after they're introduced after Chris finds out they were a troll or they "died".

Likewise any rendition of one of Chris' real life trolls (Jason Kendrick Howell, Clyde, Jack Thaddeus, Alec, Evan, Sean & Mao) are again just there as pen-and-paper voodoo dolls for Chris to take out his frustrations on. The trolls in particular almost work against Chris' point in including them because no matter how much Chris paints himself as the hero his violent murder sprees always end with him looking like the villain. (Justice for the Asperpedia Four!)

Beel is just Satan and a secretary for the 4-cent-garbage building. Pretty pointless.

Zapina is just there as a token "cute" character.

Simonla is just Wild's token sweetheart and then later the lynchpin Chris needed to justify executing his enemies.

Silvana, while another fairly interesting character, is just a villain-of-the-week with an added dose of Chris's sexual insecurity.

Sarah & Rita Jackarass - These two are both stupid minor characters, but why on Earth did there need to be two of them?

GodJesus exists solely to heap praise onto our beloved autist.

Those stupid Samurai Pizza Transformers are stupid. I hate them so much. I hope they burn in the Earth's lava core.

Sonichu & Rosechu's children are initially just there to be cloyingly cute and then once they're grown to be Chris's LGBT mouthpieces, forgetting that we won't listen to anything they say because we already hate them. Of special pointlessness is Cerah, because while Robbie is the most punchable he's at least the focus character of a lot of the newer stuff (even though we hated him as a Sonee, we hated him as a Sonichu, and we'll hate him as a Rosechu), and Christine is vapid she gives credence to the idea that Magi-Chan is giving it to Rosechu behind Sonichu's back which is way more interesting than canon. Cerah does jack squat besides be a lesbian.

The Asperchu cameos are just there for Chris to try to force Alec to give him what he wants and the Basement Rosechus are just there to slander Alec's name.

Sandy is particularly irrelevant since Simonla's back, she was never anything more than a replacement goldfish for her.

Kevin the Jew - I knew it! I knew it all along! Peppermint Patty is a boy!

Bananasaurus - Don't listen to your Patreon backers Chris.

Lastly, Russel & Cynthia are just there to fill the Sonee/Rosee void left when Cera Christine & Robbie evolved, a void no one in particular wanted filled.

Edited (27/10/17) to include all the MLP characters and Chris's ponysona - We hate them and we want Sonichu back. 

[darkling-er]

Hope’s Savior ( John Seed x OC ) | Part 14

Summary: Trinity-Hope Johnson finds herself in the middle of a holy war, leading the Resistance, while having a complicated relationship with one of the cult’s herald. And she thought her first case would be easy. Oh how wrong she was!

Pairings: John Seed/Fem!Deputy, John Seed/OC, Earl Whitehorse & OC ( uncle&niece ), Joseph Seed/Fem!Deputy ( kind of ), might add more later

Warnings: mild language, violence, eventually smut, masturbation, oral sex, you know guys the usual, use of drugs ( bliss and other, thanks to Sharky ), fluff ( does that even need a warning? ), manipulation, angst, mention of mental illness ( insomnia, depression ), mention of child abuse ( from John’s side ), torture, I think that’s it? I swear it’s not so bad!

Word Counter: 5445

Notes: I have no idea how to get rid of a bullet, I ain’t a doctor, please bear with me, haha.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | MASTERPOST for the others

When Hope ends her short call with Sharky, asking him to go to the Ranch, alone John doesn’t take a break at speaking to her.

“Seriously? Boshaw? That’s who you are trusting the most with my life? I’m hurt by that insult.”

Hope rolls her eyes, speeding up to get to the man’s house as quickly as she can.

“Well excuse me, you are not the most welcomed person in the Valley at the moment. Wonder why.” Her sassy mood will be the end of her one day. She’s sure of it.

A scoff comes from the backseat, then a sharp inhale that makes her turn to the man. He’s beend doing that weird breathing since she got him in the car and she doesn’t know why. Does he have a broken rib cage or something? Then she looks down at his arm holding his side. His long jacket getting soaked with blood, his blood.

“You have a shot wound?!” She asks, voice scolding and worried, which makes the Seed wear a crooked smile.

“Why? You’re worried I might die?”

She turns back to the road, not wanting to crash the car but she replies:

“Just answer the question, asshole.”

Jesus, he’s impossible. Would be easier to just let him die, but still, she just can’t let that happen. Why? Who knows.

“Yeah, you know people get shotwounds when they’re being shot at. By planes.” He sounds like trying to blame it on her and she scoffs at that shaking her head.

“Well you shouldn’t torture people and try to kill them, then maybe, people wouldn’t try to kill you!” She fights the man, getting annoyed and angrier by the moment.

“I wasn’t trying to kill you and you know that!” He says, voice annoyed as well.

It just seems like they both like to rile each other up. On purpose or not, but they always seem to end up in making verbal fights amongst each other. The young woman fakes a laugh as she looks to the mirror, so she can look at his face:

“Oh yeah? Sorry, I was mistaken by the ‘I just have to kill you both’. You’re sending mixed messages quite often, dude.”

He looks back at her, eyes burried in hers.

“I didn’t shoot at you. You two were the ones shooting at me.” He says with a scoff looking away, out in the backseat window. “And you are doing the same thing, just so you know.”

She frowns at that, confused by what he means and she asks with such offended and annoyed tone her voice craks:

“Excuse me?! What’s that supposed to mean?”

John looks back at her, making a face:

“Oh, don’t be like that. You know exactly what I mean.”

Hope looks at his face then back to the road, taking a turn to the Seed Ranch as she can’t bear looking into his eyes.

“No, I don’t.” She gulps, but she sure as hell knows what he means by that.

They didn’t talk about it in person. Not like they had a chance between trying to kill each other all the time. Both times when they were making... suggesting calls to each other, they ended it in time. Didn’t speak of it more. And here he was, bringing that shit up just now.

He smirks, smug expression on his face as he sits up, a painful act but he still does it so he can lean forward between the two front seats, looking at her face, inhaling her which he hides with a sharp cough.

“Sure you know what I mean. One minute you are cold as a stone, ready to burn down the whole county and the next you’re playing with yourself to my voice in my bed.”

Hope steps on the breaks suddenly, which makes John fly right into the front seat, hitting himself in the process. She looks at him, face saying ‘you’re gonna regret if you continue talking’.

“We arrived.” She says then opens the door to get out of the truck.

Another vehicle is right outside of the Ranch and in the early evening dark a light can be seen through the windows. Sharky’s already here. Good.

She moves around the truck, opening the backseat door and pulls out John by his shoulder, not being gentle the slightest. Pulling someone who is almost a feet taller than her feels weird and uncomfortable, but she manages to pull himself to the house door.

“You take me to my own house. How nice.” He rolls his eyes as they enter.

Sharky sits on th couch and looks up at the pair raising a surprised eyebrow, holding a joint in his hands, which he puts out quickly:

“Yo, I’m either really high, man... Or that is John Seed.”

He stands up, almost tripping on the bear rug.

“Both.” She says in choir with John and they look at each other at that.

Sharky laughs, then moves closer.

“Wow, you gonna bang him? Is that why you called? Threesome?”

Hope wants to slap her friend and she makes the most ‘I’m going to kill you’ face as she shoves the Baptist to the couch the pyromaniac was sitting on moments before. He sits down, seemingly relieved he is now at peace, not in a moving car anymore. His hair is a mess, the hair gel let a couple of stray locks lose on his forehead. Clothes bloody, boots dirty. He doesn’t look anything neat now.

The junior deputy points at Sharky, who looks dazed a bit:

“He tries to move, grab something... anything that can be used as a weapon, you stop him, alright?”

The man nods and Hope walks to the dining room where she saw some medkit and other healing stuff, along with crates of ammo. Thank god he has these out, so I don’t have to search the whole ranch for them.

She makes a call to Liza, asking her about how to get a bullet out of a person. Feeling guilty about not telling the woman why she needs this information, and mostly who she needs to perform this surgery on. While they speak Sharky tries to move John away on the couch, trying to sit next to him, but she quickly shuts that idea down with a ‘Sharky, stop!’. When she gets the needed stuff so she can pull out the bullet from John’s side she returns to them. Setting down the tools on one of the stands next to the furniture John is lying on.

He eyes the needle and knife, the rubbing alcohol and gause and gives the young woman a skeptical look.

“You want to tend to me?” He asks shocked, surprised and amused at the same time.

“Problem with that?” She says as she puts a shred of thread into the needle, then sets it down back on the stand.

Sharky is standing behind them, biting his nail, looking anxious what’s about to go down in the Seed’s living room. Hope crouches down the floor and looks at John’s wound, smacking away his hand from it so she can take a better look.

“Other than you’re not being qualified to perform such a surgery? Nothing.”

She scoffs as she tries to pull the jacket away from his wound and he jerks away at that. Hope looks up at the man’s face then sighs, grabbing the knife from the stand.

“Gonna have to cut off your clothes around the wound.”

He looks at her in a way like she just told him he was an ugly creature, or like she just killed his dog.

“I am not letting you do that!” He says, offended he even has to say that out loud.

She rolls her eyes, annoyed by him:

“Why?” She opens her arms, not understanding his problem.

“Because! This is a very expensive clothing. You think I’m just going to let you cut into it, like it’s some garbage t-shirt like yours?”

She looks at him, offended and amused. She laughes out. This whole situation is just the worst. Here she is sparing his life, trying to patch him up and he’s worried about his clothes, insutling her.

“First of all. There’s nothing wrong with my clothes.” John snorts at that, but she raises her hand to continue. “And second. It’s already bloody so who the fuck cares? I’m cutting it off, you stubborn mule.”

She takes a step closer, but he quickly pulls his jacket off along with his vest and shirt. A move that probably hurt him like hell and surprisingly didn’t take him more than a couple of seconds, then he puts the clothes next to him on the couch.

“Here. Happy?” He says, like he is the one making her a favour and not the other way around.

Hope looks down at the man, half naked in fron of her, trying her best not to blush. He had tattoos on his hands and forearms, that’s true. Had a carving of Sloth on his chest as well. But what actually has been revealed in front of here was more interesting than any of those.

First that stupid Squidward meme pops into her mind: ‘Oh no, he’s hot!’. His body putting anyone in shame, even Joseph. And truth be told the Father was in good shape too, so that’s something.

By the mention of his older brother, John had a scale tattoo on his abdomen, not like an Eden tattoo like Joseph. But one thing was similar between the two man and that was the thing she first spotted when he got rid of his clothes.

Lust carved into his body, below his belly button, a hairline under it going right into his jeans...leading...there. She turns her face, grabbing the forcep, drowning it in rubbing alchohol then turning to his body. The bullet wound is right on his right side, next to the L so she can’t even not look at the Lust carving.

Not the word alone makes her feel weird things in her body, but that it is a fresh one. Red marks and scars along with it. He couldn’t have done that longer than a week. Fuck! Concentrate.

“This is going to hurt like a real bitch.” She says as she pulls the bottle to his wound and puts her hand on his body. Skin hot on the connection, she can feel his heavy breathing, his stomach raising then falling back.

“Just... try to relax.” Hope says and John scoffs under her touch, making her fingers vibrate.

“Just get it over with, Deputy.”

He tries to brush it off like nothing, but when she tips the bottle, alcohol pouring on the raw flesh he groans out in pain, hips jerking, trying to get away from her, but her hand on his body pushes him back on the couch.

She gets the bottle away from him, putting it down, clearing the wound of blood with a cloth, then readying the forcep at the bullet entrance.

“Sorry.” She mutters, not even knowing why she apologises to a man who tortured her friends a couple of hours ago.

He seems to find that funny too as he laughs, face painted with pain and amusement at the same time. She could bet he’s the only person in the County who could have those expressions at the exact same moment.

She looks at the now clearer wound, thankfully seeing where the bullet is. She readies herself as she puts the forcep into his skin, trying to grab onto the bullet to pull it out. But John moves too much, her hand on his stomach not helping at all and she turns her head and motions to Sharky:

“Hold him down, help me.”

The man follows her command, stepping next to John on his other side, pushing him down by his shoulders. A couple of moans escape the younger Seeds mouth and it scares her on many levels:

1: She should have at least give him something for the pain beforehand.

2: She fears she might mess up, causing more damage than help.

And last but not least, the sounds coming from the man being too similar to his pleasure sounds. And his growing member in his pants doesn’t help erase that theory. She quickly looks away, not trying to think about how this whole thing might cause him to enjoy this, wanting get it done with as quickly as she can.

She reaches the bullet and grabs onto it with the forcep, carefully pulling it out. It makes a disgusting ‘pop’ sound. She puts the forcep down with the bullet, then she pours some more alcohol on his wound, hoping she does everything by the book. She wipes the blood from his wound then looks at it.

“Needs stitching.” She says simply, trying let the man know it’s not over yet.

He just grunts in return, agreeing, like ‘Do what you gotta do.’

She readies her hand at his wound, needle in hand as she looks up at his face.

Eyes closed, forehead sweaty, cheeks hot from the pain and pleasure. Hope looks at Sharky, who is not aware about any of the situation. Concentrating on holding John down, mind probably still clouded by drugs.

She needs three stitches and she’s done with the wound, putting a piece of gause over it after cleaning up any left blood. She’s quite proud of her work, actually.

Sharky looks down at the bloody clothes and quickly leaves the house, probably going out to throw up ouside:

“I’m gonna vomit.”

So she’s left with a heavy breathing Seed on the couch, while she clears her hands on the cloth, not wanting to be covered with John Seed’s blood.

The young woman is so occupied getting the blood from under her nails, she doesn’t see John reaching for her face, until his palm hold her face, thumb under her chin, other fingertips smoothing her left earlobe. She looks up at him startled as his dazed blue eyes look into her own confused ones.

“You look flushed.” He breathes out, thumb caressing under her chin, slowly moving it’s way up to her bottom lip.

She wants to say something clever back. About him being the one that had the surgery, not her, but the words fail her. Mouth slightly opening and closing like a fish’s mouth. Heartbeat quickening, and she’s sure he can feel it with his little finger over her pulse. He looks so intoxicating that it drives her mad, his pupils dilated, hair messy. She can feel his body heat coming off of him, radiating towards her.

Hope bites her lower lip, a thing she always does when she’s anxious. Though it’s not the only reason she does it now. His eyes like the sky after a great storm, predatory following her movement, eyes fixated on her lips.

Without warning he moves in, hea tilted ready to attack her lips with his, when a big slam can be heard. Her hand colliding with John’s beard and face leaving him half hanging in the air, not touching her but not leaning back either.

“You really shouldn’t have done that.” He says in a low growl, more of a lustful than angry sound.

She stands up quickly, backing away from the man.

“Okay, just because you are making me very sexually confused does not mean that you are intimidating.” She says with a nervous laughter, looking down at John’s messy figure.

He cocks his eyebrow, smirk already on his face, her hands print already on him.

“What’s so confusing, my dear?”

He dares to ask, and she takes her face in her hands, head shaking at her own words and now the trouble she’s in. But then she inhales sharply, and looks down at him again, frustration clear on her face. She points at him.

“You... This.. whatever this is. Because today you tortured my friends, you carved a fucking tattoo in me, then we chased each other in the air. And now this?!”

She shouts at him, angry and confused by the whole situation.

“This is just... Biological reaction.” She says, like it’s clear as sky. “We don’t like each other, the slightest... This is just our fucked up human body doing what it thinks is best... Nothing else.”

She says, stepping further away from the man who raises his eyebrow, tilting his head a bit with a smug expression:

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself?”

She wants to slap him again, but doesn’t, as it would mean she would have to approach him again, not knowing how that would really end.

“Fuck you!” She says and turns around, then thinking again she goes back and gets the dangerous tools out of his reach, setting them down on the dining table.

“Sharky.” She calls for him, the man getting inside at hearing his name. He looks terrible, probably had to vomit while they were... doing god knows what.

“Yeah, Po-Po?” He asks looking at the young woman.

She points at John Seed on the couch and then around the house.

“You stay here, let no one know he’s alive. NO ONE! And be careful to not let him walk around the house. I don’t want to get you killed. Just find some ropes or a handcuff and put it on him.”

Then she leaves the house not looking back at John Seed’s stupid hot face.

She nears Black Horse Peak, truck parked at the entrance. The night sky is clear, no peggie planes flying around this time. She picks up the key from her pocket, ready to open the bunker door, when she sees a poster of John Seed, his stupid sunglasses on his face. ‘The Power of Yes’. Of fucking course.

She goes to the wall and tears it down, annoyed by his presence for one day. It was enough to drive along the road with two billboards of his face.

She puts the key into the panel, then pushes the big red button. It’s always a big red button.

“Bunker access granted.” The machine woman says as the door buzzes, signing it’s free to go inside.

She pulls the wheel on the metal door then open it up.

“Lockdown disengaged.”

“Thank you, Siri, now shut the hell up.” She mutters as she walks into the bunker. Her way out of it was fast, she didn’t have time to look around the place.

As she walks down the stairs she’s faced with another poster of John Seed, the same as before. She laughs and looks at it, pocketing it this time, with the intent to draw stupid things at it later with Sharky.

Hope descends down into the building by taking the stairs, a radio broadcast going on. Of course they broadcast even when they think their dear Baptist is dead.

She nears a room down at the stairs as a Peggie shouts:

“John ain’t coming back.”

“Yeah, no shit, yo!” She shouts, taking out the peggie with her AR-C, to start a fight. She takes everyone out, making her frustration to go away. John is fuckin’ with my feelings and confusing me? Just kill his men, that’ll help.

She follows the corridor to three ways, she takes the left side door, opening it up. Shooting down cultist after cultist as she moves forward feels nice. But not nice enough. Makes her feel like going on auto-pilot, makes her feel empty. John’s words echo in her head: ‘But in the end you’ll still be empty.’

“Oh, fuck you John!” She groans out, shooting down yet another man.

As she moves down corridor from corridor, facing off the cultist she doesn’t meet any prisoners yet. She wonders if she took the right turn, until she gets to the control room. Cameras and radios all over.

She walks down the stairs from the room, an orange lit room welcoming her, corpses hung from the wall. Yup, this is the right way.

She approaches two dead peggies in the chairs, one having Joseph’s picture in it’s lap.

“The hell...?” She looks confused when suddenly from cover Hudson jumps on her, knife ready.

She tries to fight her off, not wanting to die by her own college’s hands.

“Hudson! Hudson, it’s me!” She struggles the words out the woman now only looking into her eyes really.

“Rook, it’s you. Oh god, oh god.” Joey lets go of Hope, both sitting up from the ground.

“I didn’t think you’d come back.”

The woman starts crying as Hope catches her breath.

“Something... something started happening. All the... all the fucking peggies started scrambling around. All the doors started closing, locking us inside... I... I thought I was gonna be down here forever.”

Hope puts her hand on her shoulder, trying to give some comfort to the woman, pulling her up from the ground. She looks at the picture of Joseph, standing in front of the dead peggie.

“All... all because of him. Him. That fucking... fucking piece of shit!”

She throws the picture on the ground, breaking the glass holding it.

“He would come down here and he would just stand there and watch. We were begging for mercy and he would just...” She starts to laugh in a maniac way Hope actually is concernead for her safety for a minute. She reminds her of John for a second. But she was never really afraid of him. “Fucking... watch...”

“The others... there were other people down here with me. We are gonna get them out. And then we are gonna burn this whole fucking place down.”

“Wait, what?” Hope asks.

“Help me or stay out of my way.” Hudson points the knife at here and Hope looks at the woman.

She can’t let her burn down a whole bunker. Not with all the people in it. Peggie or not, she read the letter of John to the Ryes about pregnant women and children being down here. She can’t, even though she knows, she thinks she knows what Hudson has been through.

Cull the herd.

“I’m sorry Hudson.” She says and tackles the woman to the ground, energy coming from who knows where.

She tangles her legs around her neck, cutting away the air from her, holding her hands down to not get stabbed in the process. She struggles against the junior deputy, but is no match to her. She starts to slow down, her kicking stopping. Hope can feel her pulse under her hands, legs still wrapped around her neck.

She’s weak. You know what happens to the weak.

Hudson is already asleep, why doesn’t she let her sleep forever.

Perfect.

She then stops, looking at the broken glass below them, seeing her own reflection. That wild look on her face disappearing into fear. What am I doing?!

Tears come to her eyes as she lets go of Hudson, checking the woman’s pulse. She still alive. Oh thank fucking god, she’s still alive.

Trying not to think about her action - and failing - she picks up Hudson’s body and makes her way out of the bunker with Joey on her shoulders.

She takes the woman into her truck, and starts driving to Fall’s End. YET another thing that needs explaining. Great. Fucking great.

Hudson is still sleeping in the backseat when they arrive at the town. Music blasting out of the Spread Eagle. The bar probably full of cheerful people. And now she goes in and ruins everyone’s party. She pulls Hudson gently out of the truck and walks toward the door, embracing herself for what’s coming next.

She takes a breath in as she enters the bar, people drinking, cheering. When Hope and Huson enters though people start to be less noisy.

Liza comes up to her, asking to put Hudson down to check up on her, Hope not saying a word yet. Pastor Jerome and Mary May approaching her, worry in their eyes:

“What happened? Is she okay?” Jerome asks Hope and the young woman sighs, nodding.

“I did this to her.” She says sadly.

They all look at her in their little circle not knowing what that’s supposed to mean.

“She was going to blow up John’s bunker. But with all the people inside I couldn’t let her. I know, they are peggies Jerome, I know.” She looks up at the man, shaking her head. “But there are children and pregnant women in there. Innocent lives. I couldn’t just let them all die. For what? Revenge?”

Pastor Jerome sighs, looking down at Hudson.

“You have too big of a heart, Deputy.”

Mary May seems disappointed, but she looks like she understands her reasons. Nick the most understanding of them all. Of course, he’ll become a father soon he’ll understand.

Pastor Jerome smiles at her though, shaking her shoulder:

“But you put down John Seed and that’s what really matters.”

Now about that... Hope looks up at the happy faces, takes a deep breath and says:

“John is alive.”

Just like in the movies, everyone stops talking in the building and they all look at her. Music stopping, glass breaking sounds. Then absolutely nothing. Faces turning from shocked to furious. Or from furious to shocked.

“WHAT?!” Mary May breaks the silence, her hands coming to fists.

They all wait for her to speak and she feels small at their sight. Adam sitting in the bar stands up, looking at Hope with a confused and betrayed look. His injury being treated, but it’s there.

Nick, her dear Nick looking so heartbroken. Maybe the only one not trying to kill her with their eyes. Standing there, bottle slipping from his hands to the floor, it shattering on the ground, beer spilling out. But no one cares about that.

Jerome looking shocked at the junior deputy, but in his eyes Hope can see. That deeply down he knew this would happen.

Mary May absolutely furious, eyes burning a hole through her body. She looks ready to kill.

Liza. Poor Liza with all her scars, her almost only woman friend in the whole county looking at her hurt. Heartbroken.

They all wait for Hope to confirm her words. Or to say to them it’s just a sick joke, John Seed is dead. But she can’t lie. Not to these people she can’t.

“SPEAK UP, DEPUTY!” Mary May screams at her face, Jerome holding up his hands, but he’s waiting for an answer too.

Hope looks at them. Feeling like the traitor among them all.

“I’m... I....” She starts, words betraying her, being no help at all. “I couldn’t...”

She says and it’s true. Mary May goes in and sends a fist to her face, but Hope’s instincts evading her hit. Though she probably would have deserved it.

Jerome and Nick hold the woman down, not letting her to throw any more fists, but she struggles. Eyes looking at Hope in disgust. Just like she looked at John back in the church. And it hurts so much.

Tears come to Hope’s eyes, blurring her vision and she blinks them out of her eyes. She’s shaking, feeling overwhelmed by their eyes and her own feelings:

“Why? Just... why?” Nick asks whispering, feeling absolutely devastated.

“I couldn’t kill him. That’s not... that’s not what I do. That’s not what I’m supposed to do.” Hope says and Adam scoffs in disbelief, angry tears in the man’s eyes.

They don’t understand... She thinks, though she can’t explain it to them.

“I’m supposed to arrest Joseph Seed! Help innocent people! Not kill unarmed man!” She defends herself, defends her actions.

Jerome looks at her, shaking his head:

“Deputy that man is everything but not an unarmed man. He’s a demon. You know what he did, to us all. To you!” He points at Hope’s chest, but she shakes her head.

“JUST... Just listen me out! I have a plan!” She says.

Mary May growls at her, still held down by Nick and Jerome.

“Then start fucking explaining now! Where is he? You’re not gonna kill him, I will!”

Hope shakes her head.

“I can’t let you do that, I’m sorry.”

Mary May growls again, angry tears in her eyes and she spits on Hope.

“Fucking traitor!”

Hope stands there, feeling as small as never before. Being the outcast among them. Being the traitor. It feels horrible. Just minutes ago she was the big hero. But she doesn’t want to be a hero. She just wants her friends to understand.

“If Joseph Seed thinks John is dead. He may get out from hiding. If he does, I can plan an ambush on him.” She starts, Jerome looking at her in interest, still not sure about this whole thing.

Actually Hope only know realizes her own plan, being the little joy in the moment.

“If he doesn’t. Then I’ll provoke Faith and Jacob. I may get a deal out of them, in the right timing. But it won’t work if they think John is alive. They would fucking come to the Valley, they would take it from us. Attack the resistance, anything to get him back. But if they think he’s dead. They will only come after me.”

She says, her words true. She looks around, sighing.

“Fuck. I know. This is fucked up. He deserves to die, yeah. Probably. Possibly. But we have to look at the bigger picture here, because let’s be honest. We are losing. I know it may not seem like it. But Jacob has the Whitetails circled, Faith drugs everyone. And I’m just a person... I’m not a superhero, I can’t do everything... I’m trying my best. I know you may be angry at me now. Hell I know you all hate me now.”

She cries, faking a desperate laugh:

“I’m asking you. To keep it quiet. Because if you don’t... then this is all for nothing. Just.... try to trust me.”

As she says that the tv turns on to Joseph’s face, everyone turning to it:

The air fills chilly as they all watch Joseph Seed sitting in a dark room, red lights shining on him. His figure looking sad, thinking. She doesn’t know. She can’t read the man that well. Hell, she can’t read him ever.

“A seal has been opened...” He speaks, the silence in the bar letting his quiet voice feel like a thunder.

“My brother John was loved by few... Feared by many.”

Murmurs go along in the bar, but Jerome hushes them all down.

“Misunderstood by all... except me...”

Hope feels like that’s a lie. John seemed to fear the man. And the Father seemed to feed John’s tragic past. His parents abuse became a commercial for the Project. Why do I feel sorry for John? Not like I know him any better...

Joseph’s voice seems to turn sad. Like he’s about to cry, but he doesn’t. It might be an act as well, who knows. Hope can’t read him at all.

“John was not born a monster. He was just a child when our family was torn apart.”

There it goes again. Hope imagining a little boy, with the hair color of John, eyes blue and big like now. Just not filled with sorrow and hatred.

Joseph smiles to himself, probably doing the same as Hope.

“He was loving. Kind. Full of joy... He was easily preyed upon.”

She imagines the poor kid thrown on the floor of the kitchen, crying, beating by his own parents. His adoptive parents, as she figured by Joseph’s story and the name ‘Duncan’ on his medications.

“John was not perfect... Sometimes he was not even good.”

His face seem to harden a bit, voice getting colder:

“But he was my brother. And those responsible for his death will be punished. I promise you that.”

He looks into the camera, and Hope knows this message goes out for her, he doesn’t have to say it. In her bones she feels like she has to go to the Henbane. A voice speaking in her head. That’s where she has to go. And that’s where she’ll go.

The tv turns black, and everyone slowly turns back to Hope, Mary May being free from Nick’s and Jerome’s hold, she points a finger at Hope:

“Here. You got what you wanted. Now get the fuck out of my bar and don’t come back.”

Hope looks at them all, Nick trying to walk to hear, to say something, but Hope turns around and she opens the door.

“I’m sorry.”

She says as she walks out of the bar, feeling like she just walked out on the whole Resistance. Her friends.

A/N: My poor baby Hope ;_;

Tags: @onl-you , @redaurora17

[ataraxetta]

For the fic writer meme: what's your favorite thing you've written for FFXV? :)

For FFXV I think it would have to be this Gladio and Noctis grieving together moment from my fic Settling In. I like making them cry, apparently. I was just gonna paste the excerpt below but it turns out that it’s 2000 words, so under a cut!

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Prompto stayed for another half hour, conversation much lighter, and by the time he left Noctis was still too run down to feel better, exactly, but he felt a lot less worse. He changed into sleep pants and a t-shirt, brushed his teeth, and crawled into bed, but despite how tired he was, sleep wouldn’t come. He couldn’t shut his mind off, the knee-jerk reaction to shove everything he didn’t want to think about down deep and forget about them warred with the better part of him that knew what he needed to do no matter how hard it was, dread heavy in his stomach.

There were a lot of things that had been gnawing at his conscience since they set out on this journey, but of all the things he had to feel guilty for, one stood out bigger and more powerful than the rest, and now that he’d been confronted with what a dick move his tendency to avoid painful things was, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to sleep until he made things right. Or at least a little less wrong. It was time to face this worst of the monsters of his own making.

He got out of bed and crossed over to the door that adjoined his room to the one next to it, opened it as quietly as he could and slipped through. In hotels and inns Gladio always slept curled loosely on his side facing the open room, and when in a double bed like these ones, instead of sprawling out in the middle like the rest of them did he always chose the side closest to the main entrance, which was exactly how Noctis found him. He was too well-trained to have slept through someone coming into his room, but he pretended to be asleep anyway, staying still and breathing evenly as Noctis crawled over him to the empty side of the bed against the wall and slid under the covers.

Noctis settled comfortably on his back, not quite ready to break the silence. He closed his eyes and drifted into a light doze, until a thought struck him that he couldn’t ignore and he carefully nudged one of Gladio’s legs, frowning when his foot touched bare skin.

“You gonna tell me why the hell you’re waking me up at four in the morning, Noct?” Gladio said, finally giving up the game. He must have been asleep when Noctis came in though, because his voice was thick and a little slurred.

“You don’t sleep naked, do you?” Noctis asked suspiciously.

“Why, would that be awkward for you?”

“Yes,” Noctis said firmly.

Gladio snorted a sleepy laugh. “Don’t worry, I’ve still got boxers on,” he said. After a few seconds, he added, “Bet you wouldn’t mind it so much if you crawled into Iggy’s bed and found out he sleeps naked, though, huh?”

With a resigned sigh, Noctis took his foot back and turned onto his side facing Gladio’s broad back, and pulled his knees up toward his chest. He’d been hoping that Prompto was right about Gladio not having figured it out, but he’d known it was a longshot. Prompto was good at reading people, but Gladio was better. Prompto just hadn’t known him long enough yet to get how observant and intuitive Gladio really was, or how good he was at making people underestimate him.

Still, Noctis hadn’t expected it to come up now. When he didn’t reply, Gladio stretched and rolled onto his back, turning his head to see him. He had eyes just like his mom’s, a rare sort of golden brown that were vivid even in the dark, almost like a cat’s. Noctis had always liked them, because even though Gladio could be a hardass and liked to pretend he was stone cold, his eyes were always so warm that they gave him away.

“No foreplay at all with you, is there? Just straight up the ass without lube,” said Noctis.

“I didn’t know how else to bring the topic up. I took the open window.”

“Really?” Noctis said. “You couldn’t think of anything else?”

Gladio grinned, but it was nice, and tinged with apology. So was his voice. “Sorry I didn’t tell you about Eliana and Niko, and for kind of rubbing your face in it at the pub. I got it in my head that forcing it on you might, I don’t know, rip the bandaid off and cauterize the wound at the same time or something, but it was really just kind of crappy of me.”

In all their years as friends, Gladio had outright apologized to him maybe twice. Noctis figured he must have looked worse than he’d thought after they got back from dinner. “It’s okay. Really, don’t worry about it. It was a nice thought.”

“Yeah, road to hell and all that.” Gladio huffed a laugh, blinking slowly, still sleepy. After a bit he let his eyes stay closed. Noctis wanted to move closer to him but stopped himself. He regularly fell asleep on whoever was sitting in the back seat with him when they were in the car, which was most often Gladio, but it felt weird to try it in a bed, and when he was awake to know what he was doing. Gladio had turned the ceiling fan on high, which made sense considering he was like a human furnace, and the pull for the light was clanking against the glass cover. Noctis counted a hundred and fifty-six times before he got up the courage to speak.

“You asked why I woke you up,” he said, keeping his eyes firmly on the bit of comforter he was fiddling with nervously. “I was thinking about the day of the signing ceremony, and home, and my dad, and… and yours.”

Once it was out it felt like he was dangling over a ledge, the comfy atmosphere from only seconds ago gone. His heart pounded in his chest. Unable to bear not knowing, he glanced up to gauge Gladio’s reaction and couldn’t look away again once their eyes met. Every part of him hurt. He felt like everything he’d been trying to hold inside him was going to spill out even if it had to cut him open to do it, and he couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth almost faster than he could think them. “I never told you - I never told you how sorry I am about Clarus, not like it was my fault but just - just that it happened. I wasn’t the only one who lost my dad that day.” His breath hitched, throat tightening painfully. “I’ve been moping around for months while you’ve been hauling my ass around and taking care of me and protecting me and trying to cheer me up, and I never even tried to like, offer condolences or ask if you needed anything or just tell you that he meant a lot to me too and he was a great man and that I wish you could’ve had more time with him. You didn’t even get to say goodbye. I should have told you as soon as it happened that I’m so…I’m so sorry he’s gone.”

His voice broke on the last word and he had to look away and take a shuddering breath, which was the only thing that stopped him from rambling on until the world ended. His stupid sniffle sounded so loud in the room. He wished the clanking on the fan was louder. Gladio was quiet, but it was more of a stunned silence than a cold or angry one, and when he did eventually speak his voice was soft with surprise.

“Noct,” he said. Noctis closed his eyes when he felt Gladio’s big hand rest on his head, thumb smoothing back the hair at his temple. “Have you been feeling guilty about that all this time? Hey, look at me.”

It was the least Noctis could do, and possibly the hardest thing he ever had. Gladio’s eyes were sad and wet, but his voice was even. “Do you really think I didn’t know all that? My old man helped raise you, you’ve grown up with him as much as I have. Of course I knew you were sorry. You didn’t have to tell me anything.” He cupped Noctis’s face in one hand and pushed his hair back to see his eyes. “God, look at you, this has been eating you alive, hasn’t it? You little idiot. C'mere.”

Before Noctis could even finish uncurling to obey Gladio was tugging him into his arms. He was a tactile guy, Noctis was used to being hugged by him, but he didn’t think he’d ever appreciated it as much as he did just then, and he clung to him hard, his fingers digging into Gladio’s back.

He wasn’t deluded enough to think that Clarus’s death had been somehow his fault, but as Clarus was to Regis, Gladio was to Noctis, and losing him in the name of the King of Lucis was a very real possibility, one that could take Noctis to his knees if he let himself think about. “I wanted to say something but I didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t wanna think about you dying too.”

But that had been so selfish. Gladio was his friend, his brother. He’d deserved more while grieving his father than what Noctis had given him. Noctis pressed his face into Gladio’s neck, hiding, feeling too raw and exposed as a few tears slipped past his tightly-closed eyes and rolled down his cheeks. Gladio folded an arm around his shoulders and rubbed his back with the other hand, giving Noctis a couple minutes before shifting back and gripping his chin to make Noctis meet his eyes again. He had a few wet trails on his face too.

“My dad died protecting his king, and best friend, and his daughter and sons - biological or not, and Lucis, just like yours did,” Gladio said, pride in his voice. “You and I both know they wouldn’t have had it any other way.” He touched their foreheads together. “And you know I wouldn’t either. I’ll do everything in my power to make it all the way through this nightmare at your side, but if I don’t - Listen to me. If I die protecting you, know that it’s the only way I ever would have wanted to, and not because you’re the fucking king of Lucis.”

“Gladio,” Noctis said, breath hitching on a sob.

Gladio smiled and lifted his head to press a kiss to Noctis’s forehead, and then ruffled his hair and hugged him again, sniffing loudly, tears wetting Noctis’s hair. “Shit, It’s too fucking early for this, Noctis. Only you could have me blubbering like a baby in the middle of the goddamn night.”

Noctis laughed through more tears, which turned to quiet and embarrassing sobs that he muffled against Gladio’s shoulder as Gladio rubbed his back. The storm lasted a lot longer than he expected it to, and way longer than he wanted it to, expelling the toxins from the gaping hole that guilt had been tearing into him for months and flooding it with relief and at last the healthy, cathartic grief that he was only just now allowing himself to feel.

By the time he’d lapsed into quiet sniffling he was completely wrung out, halfway to asleep, and his limbs felt like they were made of lead. He was completely wiped, and Gladio was so warm and familiar and comfortable that there was no way in hell Noctis was moving. He fell asleep to the soothing sound of Gladio’s put-upon grumbling.

[theythemsam]

spn 7x14, liveblog, collected posts (all 21 of them) or as i like to call it: No Cops At Pride Only Rainbow Fart Unicorn Killing Shitty Dads. Also @ spn stop it with the fatphobia you garbage show!

 Ohhh yes the creepy murder clowns

#and also glitter Sam!!! One is very good the other very bad

 But honestly? If this clown ran after me at night laughing like that? I would also be terrified

 For somebody who really hates germs, Dean just wipes his dirty hands on his own clothes too often

#youre just taking it with you wherever you go!

 The little kid looking down the stairs all creepily Oh No

 I love them acknowledging that it’s fucking creepy for an adult guy to just walk up to a little kid, like no, pls stop!

 The murderous unicorn is also very, very good!

#and then it just runs off farting rainbows

 Sam just got caught up in a funny craft store, all that glitter and such

#like that must be terrifying for him but it is truly funny to see him get beat on my clowns that are just having a great fucking time

 I love the countdown clock we get

 Sam’s face just morphing into One Fear meme the second Dean mentions Plucky

#Sam lying: no uh I don’t remember uhhh what are you talking about? Haha chucky? The murderous doll? Ahahah *sweats profusely*

 Jared must have had such a great time filming this

#like the way Sam is just so super tense

 The ball pit shark is so scary!

#also at some point I will make a collection on the: blood spraying against window/wall thing bc it Happens. So. Often.

 I love Dean calling out how creepy it is that he is a fully grown adult alone at Plucky’s

#if I saw this man hanging out near kids without having his own with him I would lure him away for execution away from innocent eyes

 Also the fact that this woman is just so nervous, like thinking the FBI’s after her and the first fucking thing she does is smoke weed? Like please do not do that

#i get so paranoid they’ll catch me when im high asdfghj

 Angry Investigator!Sam is so funny asdgh

#he just wants to get out of there

 Again supernatural with the fatphobia and the portrayal of fat kids as bad. Like that’s a theme. Like @ the writers we get it, a big kid used to pummel you, now stop with the good, pure uwu thin kid and the evil, rude, cheating, lazy fat kid

#eyeroll emoji

 Sam playing a hardass cop is so bad. Like my dude, this ain’t how it works and this also isn’t legal what you’re doing, now jeez please leave those poor dudes working minimum wage in a garbage job alone

 This dude has such nice hair

#like hes such a drug fan but hey

 I’m a fan of killing abusers, but killing a parent cause they suck and have one instance of being a jerk in a very stressful public place is not good

#like dude focus more on killing the actual horror parents pls

 “Right frigging now” ok this episode has some of the most interesting time stamps

 Creepy murder brother coming for someone who was traumatized as a kid is so rude.

#then he also dies really gruesomely #like that guy deserves better

 Sam all in glitter looks so good

#he also looks like a horde of craft people just ran him over #glue and just so much glitter all over that guy #he looks like he got in between some crafters and a 90% off section of all that good stuff #im the crafter btw

[thisdiscontentedwinter]

hunger - chapter 11

Hunger master post. 

 Stiles is surprised at how easily he fits in with Scott and Melissa. He doesn’t have that same feeling he did at the foster homes they put him in. Like he had to ask to use the bathroom, and was afraid to help himself to food out of the refrigerator, and he always felt like he was a guest in someone else’s house, always careful of what he said and did, and itching under his skin because he couldn’t just be him. He doesn’t get any of that here. The McCalls’ house is comfortable. It feels like it could be a home. He’s not treated like a guest here. He’s treated like he fits.

He misses his dad.

He misses the dog.

He cries himself to sleep more than once, but it’s okay. It’s grief. It’s not helplessness. His tears are cathartic, not desperate.

He has a pile of clothes that Scott has given him. It’s mostly stuff that Scott is growing out of. Stiles is skinny enough thanks to living on the streets that he fits them. He’s a little taller than Scott so the jeans aren’t quite the right length, but Stiles doesn’t care. Who’s he got to impress anyway?

He does a few chores around the house while Melissa is working and Scott is at school. He wonders how long it will be until it feels like the walls are closing in on him. A while yet, probably. The house is warm and safe. During the day he researches his dad’s case, and wonders if it will raise any red flags anywhere if he tries to order a copy of the transcripts online. Then he figures they’re not really what he needs anyway. He needs the notes from the initial investigation, not the prosecutor’s polished presentation. For that, he needs Rafa McCall. And for Rafa McCall to even think of giving them to him, he needs evidence.

He takes one of Scott’s unused school notebooks and makes a list of what he already knows. Which isn’t much apart from Kate Argent’s name, her brother’s address, G. Argent’s address—are they even related?—and how she shot his dog.

He thinks back to that, trying to divorce himself from the impending panic.

“Hello again, Derek. You don’t look so good.”

Except Stiles’s name isn’t Derek, and as far as he remembers he’s never met Kate Argent before in his life.

Derek.

The name snags in the threads of his memory like a hook, but Stiles can’t quite tug the memory free. He pushes it aside for now.

Stiles makes himself a cup of coffee—the caffeine helps settle the more annoying symptoms of his ADD—and takes it into the living room. He sits down on the couch and reaches for his notebook.

Scott’s laptop is open. Stiles was searching the Herald earlier. The elusive mountain lion still hasn’t been caught.

Stiles taps his pen against his chin, and thinks of Kate Argent again, and the exchange she had with Allison’s dad outside his house a few nights ago.

“I told Dad I’d check and see if you’d had any luck bringing down the alpha. Clearly you haven’t.”

Alpha. What is the alpha? First letter of the Greek alphabet. Term co-opted by asshole meninist PUAs. An episode from season six of The X-Files. And, in hunting terms, the foremost animal in a pack, right? Except that mountain lions aren’t pack animals. So what exactly is Chris Argent hunting?

Stiles sips his coffee.

What the hell is going on out there in the Preserve? Chris Argent is hunting something, and Scott got bitten by something, and all of it, every fucking thing, comes right back to those blackened ruins in the clearing, doesn’t it? Everything comes back to the Hale fire.

Maybe Stiles has been coming at this the wrong way.

Maybe he doesn’t need to prove Kate Argent framed his dad.

Maybe he needs to prove she had something to do with the Hale fire.

***

  Stiles likes helping Scott with his homework. He’s missed school. Not the other students or the teachers or whatever, but he’s missing learning. Stiles has always been wired a little differently than a lot of kids. Scott is basically failing Biology, and even though it’s been months since Stiles cracked open a textbook he falls easily back into the rhythm of studying.

“All I know is the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell!” Scott says. “And I learned that from a meme!”

He looks so miserable that Stiles can’t help laughing at him. “It’s okay, Scotty. We’ll make sure you pass!”

“Thanks, dude. I need all the help I can get.”

Stiles chews his bottom lip for a moment. “Are you still hanging with Allison?”

“Yeah.” Scott flushes. “It really sucks that I can’t tell her about you, you know? She said that she keeps driving around town hoping she’ll spot you somewhere.”

Stiles’s breath catches. He tries to smile. “Hopefully not to hand me over to her aunt the cop, right?”

“No.” Scott holds his gaze. “Stiles, she says she hasn’t said anything to her aunt about even knowing you. I believe her.”

“Kate Argent set my dad up,” Stiles says. “Or at least helped whoever did.”

“What?” Scott’s jaw drops. “Seriously?”

“I don’t have any proof,” Stiles says. “But I heard her on the phone to my dad, warning him to drop the investigation into the Hale fire. So I’m guessing that she had something to do with the fire as well.”

“But that was an accident…” Scott trails off. “Wasn’t it?”

“My dad didn’t think so.” Stiles twists his hands together. The knot of anxiety in his gut is growing larger.

“Holy shit.” Scott’s gaze grows distant. “Cora Hale was the year above me in elementary school.”

“I didn’t know them,” Stiles says. “I went to Stuart, not Beacon Hills.”

“Ooh,” Scott teases. “A private school kid! Very swanky!”

“My mom taught there.” He looks down at the open Biology textbook. “We paid reduced fees. It was a Montessori school, which turned out to be a good fit for a kid with ADD plus zero social skills.” 

When he looks up again, Scott shows him an encouraging smile.

“Anyway.” Stiles closes the textbook. “I never met the Hales.”

“Cora was kind of scary,” Scott says. “I heard they never found her body.”

Just another thing that never added up about the Hale fire. Why would the Hales hide in the basement after a gas line explosion? And the fire investigator had said that the fire burned at such a high temperature that there was simply nothing to find of some of the bodies. Cora had never been found. Neither had one of the adults. And another one of the kids too. The teenage boy. The brother.

Derek.

Derek.

Stiles scrambles for Scott’s laptop.

Derek Hale. Sixteen years old.

Holy shit.

Stiles finds a picture online of a guy in a Beacon Hills High basketball uniform. A guy who looks absolutely nothing like Stiles.

“Hello again, Derek. You don’t look so good.”

Kate Argent must be crazy, or that’s her guilty conscience speaking.

He wonders, when she has people over, if she can hear a telltale heart beating from under the floorboards.

If she does, it serves her right.

 ***

 They order pizza because it helps with homework. That’s a scientific fact. They eat the pizza in front of the TV, which doesn’t help at all with homework.

“So you think Allison’s aunt had something to do with the Hales?” Scott asks.

“Yeah.” Stiles picks off a piece of pepperoni and eats it. “That’s the only thing that makes sense.”

“We should really tell my mom,” Scott says. “And my dad.”

“Not without proof! If we tell your dad, then he’s obligated to do something about me being a missing person. And, you know, wanted by the police.”

Scott sumps back against the couch. “I can’t believe she shot your dog.”

Stiles feels the customary low burn of anger in his gut flare for a moment.

“Sucks, dude.”

Yeah. It really, really does. 

 ***

 They talk for a while about whether or not to tell Allison what’s going on. If her aunt has links to the Hale fire, than surely Allison is in the best place to try and discover some proof of that? Scott is sure that she can be trusted. Stiles isn’t willing to risk his freedom on that. Scott agrees that it’s Stiles’s call.

Stiles goes to bed just before midnight. He curls up under his comforter and thinks of all the times he sat in the alley with the dog.

Entropy.

Decay.

He has to act.

At the same time, he’s afraid. Everything is already so precarious that he’s terrified to make any move at all.

He tosses and turns for a while. He maybe dozes.

The basement has windows set high in the walls, at ground-level outside. The moon is a half-moon tonight, but bright enough that faint light filters through the windows. It fills the basement with a gentle glow.

Melissa says that if Stiles is allowed to stay, he can have the room next to Scott’s. But for now he shares the basement with the washing machine and dryer, and a shelf full of old board games, Christmas decorations, and assorted junk. He doesn’t mind that everything smells like fabric softener.

Stiles doesn’t think he’s asleep when the basement door opens, but he seems to jerk awake all the same.

“Stiles?” Scott whispers in the darkness. “Are you awake?”

“Yeah,” Stiles whispers back.

Scott’s footsteps creak down the steps.

Stiles sits up. Scott stands in front of the sofa bed. He’s shifting his weight from foot to foot, and even in the dim light he looks pale and wide-eyed.

“What’s wrong?” Stiles asks.

“Can you hear that?” Scott shakes his head like a dog after a bath under the hose.

Stiles listens in the silence for a moment. “Hear what?”

Scott wrinkles his nose, and tilts his head. “Howling?”

Stiles listens again. “Dude, I can’t hear anything.”

“It woke me up.” Scott’s breath is coming in short panicked gasps.

Stiles remembers Melissa checking with him before she went to work that he knew where his inhaler was. “Do you need your inhaler?”

“N-no.” The question seems to distract him from his rising anxiety. He sucks in a deep, uninhibited breath. “No, I think I’m okay.” Then his forehead wrinkles. “How am I okay?”

“Lets…let’s go up stairs and get your inhaler, okay?”

Scott nods. “I think there’s something wrong with me. Really wrong.”

“There’s nothing wrong,” Stiles tells him.

Scott’s huffs out a laugh that sounds as though it’s bordering hysteria. “I can hear you lying!”

Stiles puts his hand over his fast-thumping heart. “That sounds really impossible, Scott.”

“I know.” Scott drags his fingers through his hair. “I know it does.” He freezes suddenly, and turns to stare up at one of the windows.

Stiles follows his gaze.

A shadow passes in front of the window.

“Did you—” he whispers.

Did you see that?

But the words don’t come.

Because when Stiles turns his head to look at Scott again, Scott’s eyes are glowing gold.

Sleep paralysis.

Imagination.

Frontotemporal dementia.

A nightmare.

Except Stiles knows in the pit of his stomach that whatever is happening now is a hundred times more terrifying than any nightmare, because he knows it’s real.

From outside, a howl tears through the night. It’s loud enough and close enough that Stiles feels the echo of it reverberating through his bones. The sound is big enough to swallow the world, and Stiles knows instinctively that he’s powerless in the face of this, whatever this is.

And then it’s gone again.

The shadow passes in front of the window.

Scott’s eyes are no longer glowing.

“It’s gone,” Scott whispers. “Holy shit. What was that?”

And Stiles stares back at him and thinks: What are you, Scotty?

[undistort-a]

nightmare meme / from @heartraid.

it’s peaceful , sitting at nearby barstool to watch them bicker and laugh , crowded into a booth undoubtedly not meant to contain the number of bodies forced into its seats.  ryuji is yelling    (  when is ryuji not yelling  )    something about summer vacation , beach plans , while makoto reminds of upcoming exams and jun winces at the thought of deep water with a look on his face that suggests he hopes no one noticed  —  ever the role model , the unyielding pillar even after all that’s happened and you cannot help the smile that forms , some mix between fond and apologetic.  

❛  but haven’t we gone to the beach already ?  come on let’s do something new this time …  oooo what about movie night ?!  dibs on the popcorn!  ❜  ❛  you can’t call dibs on all of the popcorn –  ❜  ❛  but stayin in is so boring …  ❜  ❛  why don’t we see a movie out then ?  ❜  ❛  but what if nothing we want to see is playing …  ?  do they have a schedule for movies so far from now … ?  ❜  ❛  yeah exactly !  so let’s just hit the beach  —  ❜  ❛  we’ve already said we’re not doing that , ryuji  —  ❜  

rowdy as always , protests and agreements in equal abundance and a laugh escapes you , slipping from your seat ;       ❛  the beach has my vote !  ❜      you comment , eager to both bring peace and see someone in a swimsuit , grin thrown toward ryuji as it is his side you’re taking after all  ——  &  they continue to bicker , going on as if they hadn’t heard you at all ; a small blow , being ignored , but you manage , brush it off , speak again.      ❛  we could go at night this time  —  i bet there’d be less people too !  kind of like having it to ourselves , right ?  ❜

they continue to talk , yet again , and you look toward jun with some amount of expectation for surely even if the others won’t listen …  he will , won’t he ?  brother dearest always sure to look out for you , sure to make sure you’re being heard by someone at least  —  and jun isn’t looking , saying something to ann instead and the smile fades , a frown replacing it.  you reach out to touch his shoulder , his name on your lips and there’s a jerk as you find yourself moving further forward than anticipated , eyes widening , free hand grabbing the table to stop yourself as you move through him in a motion not unlike a ghost passing through walls , a spectre leaning through closed window pane and the panic hits you like a hurricane , all encompassing and all at once. 

you snatch your hand back , trembling    (  they keep talking , keep talking , keep talking  )    with words lost on your open mouth ; step back , another , another  —  your back hits the counter and you flinch on impulse  ——- 

❛  is something the matter ?  ❜ 

——-  only to freeze    (  we watched you die  )    at sound of familiar voice , conflicting voice.  slowly do you turn , your shock , fear , met with doe - eyed confusion.  akechi leans over the counter , chin in palm of his hand.      ❛  you seem to be quite shaken.  i would have expected more excitement from you , with your vacation fast approaching.  though i suppose you may be anxious about your exams as well.  ❜      he smiles ; you don’t. 

❛  you’re dead.  ❜      you say. ❛  … i’m sorry ?  have i offended you in some way , kurusu - san ?  ❜      he replies.

(  that’s not what you meant not what you meant not what you  —–  )

❛  we  —  futaba said your signal was lost , you died , why are you  — ?  ❜  ❛  you let me die.  ❜      he corrects you and you fall silent.      ❛  but you seem particularly bothered by solely my presence  —  could it be that you do not remember ?  ❜      remember what , remember what  — ?  

—– when did it get so quiet in here ?  

akechi stares past you and you follow his gaze , breath caught in throat , heart alongside it as you stare out at the wreckage of a city , open wall and broken booths where teammates once sat now revealing shibuya , torn apart under a blood red sky.  bones protrude from buildings and empty streets , the cawing of vultures heard somewhere in the distance ; far above floats god , false in his rule and in his outstretched hands sit humans , unfamiliar but awaiting what you can only assume is judgment , unfair and unjust.   ———-   his hands snap shut   &  you fight down the nausea that growls and claws at base of throat. 

❛  ah.  it would seem that you don’t remember after all.  ❜      he’s waiting for you to look at him , that much you can tell from tone alone and it takes you a moment , takes effort to tear your gaze from the wreckage but you manage , but you look  —  and stumble back , just a step , staring into the bleeding hole that was once akechi’s eye    (  if you look hard enough , and god you are trying not to , you think you can see a bullet lodged back in there  )      ❛  you lost.  ❜ 

that’s  —  no , that’s not right.  that can’t  —  you remember winning , you remember the city changing , the water breaking , the bones receding , a god with a fuckin hole in his head consenting his defeat at your hands.  ‘ you lost ’  you can’t have  —  ?

❛  no ,  ❜      you begin ,      ❛  i summoned  —  i shot him , he DIED i didn’t  —  !  ❜      YOU LOST , YOU LOST , YOU LOST , YOU  —  (  can’t you see their corpses , kurusu - san ?  the teammates you love so dearly , didn’t you watch them FALL FOR YOU ?  )  —  LOST ?  

you’re not in the cafe anymore. you don’t know where you are but it’s dark , you’re alone , the ringing in your ears an echo of a failure you can only remember fragments of    (  ann , burnt  /  ryuji , crushed  /  makoto , broken  )    and it’s getting louder and louder and louder  —      ❛  akira - kun ?  ❜      there’s weight on your ankles.  why is there weight on your ankles and you look down against all better judgment and there are no faces , no heads , no bodies but there are hands , one for each of them wrapped tight around your ankles and there are tears in your eyes and your vision is blurring and  ——-

❛  why did you get to live , huh ?  why were you the hero ?  ❜  ❛  you didn’t even try to protect us , man.  why didn’t you care what happened to us ?  ❜  ❛  i-i thought you cared about me , akira …  about all of us.  ❜  ❛  you were our captain , shouldn’t you have gone down with your crew ?  ❜  ❛  it’s so cold …  where are you …  why aren’t you here … ?  ❜  

——-  ❛  STOP IT !  YOU DIDN’T DIE !  ❜      you don’t remember opening your mouth but that’s your voice , your scream , your body crumpling to the ground , a mantra of denial spilling from your lips , guilt whispering of the sins you’ve committed    (  you let them die , they’re gone because of you , what kind of hero are you  )    as shoulders shake , sobs spilling forth. 

didn’t ask to be chosen , didn’t ask to be the hero , didn’t ask to be salvation , didn’t ask , didn’t ask , didn’t ask —

❛  akira … ?  hey …  don’t you think it’s time you came home ?  ❜      jun’s voice.  your head snaps up involuntarily , face still wet with tears , eyes crossing to focus on the gun that’s been aimed at your head , a finger on the trigger.      ❛  i miss you …  and you miss me too , right … ?  all of us …  you’ll come , won’t you ?  ❜  

you can still feel their hands on your legs. you can still hear their voices , angry , upset , asking why you got to live.  you’re trembling and it’s hard to breathe and there is guilt clawing at your insides , agony biting at your organs and oh god  —  he smiles.  and pulls the trigger. 

[allhallows-art]

WRITING REQUESTS

So, I’ve decided to redo this shit I did a while back. A long time ago, I compiled a huge list of AU’s and I’ve decided to repost it. If you want a bit of writing done for the following people:

SuperMega Game Grumps Markiplier ( and crew including Tyler and Ethan ) HatFilms Sidemen Cow Chop CancerCrew Then all you have to do is pick from the list below, send the number to me along with who you want it to be about. I’ll try and get through them as soon as I can. They’ll probably all be shit and jokey bc that’s my writing style but I hope you enjoy Thanks to @apocalypto-12​ for rekindling my love for writing and feel free to pick some Au’s and I'll write them for you babe

1. ‘my parents are rly religious and forced me to this meeting I hate everything the entire world is against me what the actual fuck did a stranger just send me nudes’ 2. I’m passionate about this cause and I will give you this flier if I must shove it down your throat 3. all our friends are drunk 4. it’s 3 am and I’m still in the library studying for finals and I’m losing my grip on reality and I think I just saw a ghost 5. We’re studying in the library and there are two people very obviously fucking in the stacks and we keep sharing embarrassed glances 6. You decked me in the head while you were playing frisbee golf 7. I’ve been sitting in this seat all semester why did you decide to sit in it today 8. my friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex quick make out with me 9. it’s 3am, in the dead of winter, some motherfucker pulled/set off the fire alarm and I am being very vocal about how I’m gonna make that fucker pay 10. you’re the fucker who set off the fire alarm with your awful cooking (or) I’m the fucker who set off the fire alarm with my awful cooking 11. dude your headphones are loud like I can make out most of Kayne’s lyrics and I’m sitting across the fucking room 12. you live above me and I’m going to murder you if you don’t stop throwing parties Sunday night 13. ‘me and my roommate decided to decorate our house for Halloween but got really into it, and ended up re-enacting several scenes from nightmare on elm street so loud the neighbours called the police to investigate screams’ 14. I broke your nose at a mosh pit 15. “You were chased by the cops, got in my car and just yelled ‘Drive!’” 16. “You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friend’s house and I should call the cops but my cat kinda likes you so we’re good” 17. “You saw me reading the same book you did and we got into a heated discussion on how much it sucks 18. “My cat steals underwear and I come home to find you chasing my cat to get your underwear back.” 19. “This horrible umbrella won’t extend! Oh, shit I just hit you in the stomach/crotch! I’m so sorry.” 20. “I drunkenly tried to fight you and knocked myself out but you were kind enough to take care of me till I woke up.” 21. “I thought you were my friend so I slapped your ass in greeting.” 22. “I’m watching The Lion King on my phone and I’m trying to hide the fact I’m sobbing uncontrollably but you notice anyway.” 23. cat person and dog person meet at petco and their pets won’t stop hissing and growling at each other 24. we’re both ‘team leaders’ at a summer camp for little people and you may be hot but goddammit my collection of twelve-year-olds are going to beat yours into the dust 25. a mutual friend invited us to their laser tag party and we’re the last two alive on opposite teams and goddammit if I’m going down you’re going down with me 26. ‘I met you last night when you were drunkenly patting my dog in my backyard at 3 in the morning and when I asked you what the hell you were doing you slurred something about dogs being great and then you threw up on my feet and then fifteen minutes later you were passed out on my couch so that’s why you’re here right now also what the fuck is your name and why were you patting a dog in a stranger’s backyard in the middle of the night’ 27. 'last night was a haze for both of us and somehow we woke up hungover in a bed that isn’t either of ours and neither of us recognize this apartment we should probably get out of here before someone calls the cops on us’ 28. 'i found you sleeping on my balcony when I went out to water my plants why are you here and more importantly how did you get here we’re eighteen floors up’ 29. ‘I called the wrong number and started talking about my life and you only interrupted me after a few a few minutes of me revealing some pretty personal stuff and now your invested in my life troubles’ 30. ‘we’re two thirds of the threesome we had last night and we’re walking awkwardly out of the last person’s apartment together’ 31. ‘I’ve had a really awful day so I started kicking a car out of frustration and it turned out to be your car I’m so sorry’ 32. I always see you doing weird shit at ridiculous hours of the night and it makes me feel better because I do weird shit in the middle of the night too 33. “I’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else." 34. “So why did I have to punch that guy?” 35. “I hope you know that my name is actually ________.” 36. "That is the tenth demon summoning this week holy shit.” 37. “Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2AM?” 38. “You need to stop leaving dead bodies in my kitchen.” 39. I asked you to babysit one time and now my child keeps asking when you will spend time with them again 40. “I’m so sorry that my child pointed out how your shirt- actually never mind I agree, that shirt is horrendous” 41. “You’re drunk and walked into the wrong apartment and fell asleep on my couch oh god you’re going to be so confused in the morning” 42. “I’m at work and my son needs to be picked up from school do you mind?” 43. “Okay well it turns out you’re really good with kids and my son has started calling you daddy and insists we move in so ‘we can be a real family’” 44. “Our dogs whine whenever they’re apart so we spend pretty much every day together” 45. “I walked in on your ex yelling at you so you grabbed me and kissed me so she’d go away and I’m kind of freaked out I literally just met you last week” 46. I’m giving out candy for Halloween and you brought your little sibling trick or treating and I think that’s sweet 47. I accidentally egged the wrong house and I’m trying to apologize but it’s one in the morning and you’re pissed off and I’m so sorry 48. “I live below you and I was minding my own business watching the snowfall out the window WHEN I SAW A BODY FALL ARE YOU REALLY PUTTING UP CHRISTMAS LIGHTS NOW” 49. “our Christmas party turned into a tropical theme because the radiator is broken and it’s hotter than hell in here - damn you look good without a shirt I never noticed before asgdhfjgkhl” 50. You’re allergic to cats but my cat really likes you my bad 51. You caught me having a Barbie movie marathon and now I’m trying to keep you from telling anyone about this! 52. met at a family reunion but not related to each other 53. your kid hates my kid 54. Accidentally “parkoured” through your window and I must pay you back but I’m dead broke 55. It’s a rainy day and I see you get side-splashed by a car and I’m laughing so hard until I get hit too 56. Drunkenly sold my soul to a demon and now I’m their bitch but this might be not so bad 57. Work at the same shitty restaurant and have all the same shitty shift times 58. 'What the fuck are you doing its midnight why are you playing 'My Heart Will Go On' on the piano' 59. “I came up to your apartment to ask you to turn down your music and have quieter sex, but it turns out that you’ve just been jumping up and down on your bed in your underwear listening to music alone 60. 'I heard you singing backstreet boys at 3am and decided to sing along oops’ (other old boybands can be substituted) 61. 'I was walking by the roller coasters and SOMEONE’S SHOE FLEW OFF AND HIT ME IN THE HEAD 62. you’re the drummer for my brother’s band and I find you hot (bonus: the band is really shit and the drummer doesn't want to be there so uses the other person as an excuse to get out of practice) 63. we go to the same coffee shop every evening to do homework but we never speak to each other until today 64. I’m only your friend because we smoke weed and get high together 65.

66. “I want to blame my young child from accidentally breaking your window with a baseball, but it actually was in fact me, and I was aiming for your roof I am sorry 67. we have apartments next to each other and sometimes you’re blasting shitty music but other times you’re jerking off and that’s even louder than the music please quite down 68. “I’m a biker and one day I was biking in your neighborhood while you just happened to be outside watering the plants and since you’re so goddamn cute I accidentally steered into a pole and now you’re giving me first aid (holy shit you’re even cuter up close)” 69. “I’m at a karaoke bar and I’m sober enough to realize that your voice singing my absolute favorite song is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard, and you caught me staring and winked at me oh shit" 70. “it’s 2 in the morning and I was just trying to get home but I left my sunroof open all day and now there’s a squirrel in my car and it scared me and I drove into a pole – would you please stop laughing you’re a cop. you’re supposed to be helping” 71. “you can’t get tattooed drunk, come back in the morning and if you still want my name on your ass we’ll talk" 72. ‘I walked into the public bathroom at a mcdonalds and you’re dangling halfway out of an air vent do I even want to know what you were doing’ 73. ‘I found you on the roof of my house passed out with a black eye holding a fire extinguisher’ 74. I accidentally texted the wrong number with a cat meme and you replied back with a different one unexpectedly and we just kept going ‘till I was convinced I would marry you 75. I’m best friends with your brother and when we were face-chatting you walked past in your boxers and bent over to pick something up and I tried averting my eyes but that ass 76. Detective partners 77. Reincarnation 78. Childhood friends with adjoining houses/rooms 79. This is the end of the world and we’re all we’ve got 80. I keep calling tech support because you’re helpful and your voice is cute 81. Competitive buskers who eventually for a band 82. Pen pals who vent to each other every week 83. Working at a theatre together during midnight premiere of a blockbuster 84. Meeting while waiting for hours in the a&e 85. Panicked yelling in unison because of lost baggage between connecting flights 86. Book store 87. Reluctant team mates who save the world together 88. Stuck in an airport because our flights were very delayed and it’s like 2am 89. Pretending to be siblings because of reasons 90. Teaming up to rescue respective abducted children 91. Trapped in a bank during a robbery 92. I’m pretending to be your bff bc you look very uncomfortable with that person at the bar 93. New fbi partner is hot 94. You accidentally shipped this weird thing to my apartment 95. Inappropriately timed confessions 96. At a ski lodge somehow got stuck outside in a storm hey look an abandoned cabin logically thinking go inside for warmth 97. Oops friend looks like the only place to sleep in this house is this small twin sized bed guess we are sharing 98. Inappropriately timed proposals 99. Called the wrong number while drunk 100. Hitchhiker 101. Arranged marriage 102. Fallen angel 103. Fashion designer 104. Zombie apocalypse 105. Backpacking across Europe 106. Mermaid 107. Band on tour 108. Small town lovers 109. Ice skaters 110. Dancing partners 111. Singing partners 112. Lawyers/ detectives 113. Writer and editor 114. Photographer and model 115. Stuck in a lift together 116. Phycologist and a patient 117. Partners in crime 118. Dystopian 119. Utopian 120. We both got kicked out of our rooms bc our room mates are hooking up and we are now avoiding each other 121. Laser tag 122. Walked by a rollercoaster and got hit in the head by a shoe 123. Swim team 124. Got mistaken for a celeb by their biggest fan 125. Sorry I set the fire alarm off for like the forty ninth time I tried to cook 126. I’m a werewolf but I’m embarrassed to tell you bc my wolf form is more like a Chihuahua 127. We both tried to rob a bank at the same time 128. Mistaken identity 129. Trapped on a desert island 130. Lab partners 131. Runaway royalty and a confused commoner 132. Android ad human 133. Immortal and non-immortal 134. Detention 135. Time travel 136. Came to the wrong Halloween party 137. Pranked the wrong person 138. Accidentally scared a kid and their adult is angry at me 139. Rival super heroes trying to save the same small town 140. Neighbours who only met because “I cannot get this stupid jar open can you help?” 141. We made a bet at the beginning of laser tag guess who won pay up 142. I’m on the FBIs most wanted for killing a ton of people but dw I just wanna date you bc your face is smoochable and you give me butterflies 143. Life sized version of clue in an old abandoned manor 144. Reunited after surviving zombie apocalypse 145. “are we both robbing the same house?” 146. Kissed them as a distraction to steal their wallet 147. “you know you’re singing out loud to your headphones, right?” 148. “I think my dog likes your dog” 149. Little kids getting way caught up in make believe 150. Lives alone in the woods next to a waterfall finds a confused lost person walking round 151. Fighting a squirrel 152. Spy 153. Private security 154. Angry biologists 155. Historians 156. Crazy cat hoarder and frustrated allergic to cats neighbour 157. Modern royalty 158. Got up at 2am for snacks at the store and found you trying to sleep in the hallway bc your roommates have his fiancée over and I guess I’ll lend you my couch 159. My cat went into your apartment through an open window and likes to piss everywhere and ruin furniture and now your back home from the store and you found me in the middle of your living room but I promise I’m not a burglar 160. Its 3 am and as much as you have a great music taste people are trying to sleep 161. My best friend somehow broke me to and tonight it the season finale of my fav to show and no internet streams are working can I watch it on you to please I promise I’ll go back to my apartment once it’s over 162. “I moved into the apartment next door and its totally haunted crash I crash here tonight” 163. “I may or may not have just robbed a bank and please help me get away I will pay you in sexual favors also cash” 164. “I don’t know you but you were at that party last night and long story short I now have your name tattooed on my ass2 165. “my friends dared me to go on this rollercoaster and now we are at the top and it looks hella scary and hello hot person next to me careful I might puke” 166. You thought you were alone at the bus stop early this morning so you started singing fall out boy loud but your Patrick stump impression could use some work and I’m not afraid to point that out 167. We’re rival up and coming singers and every time one of us releases a song the other covers it to try and make it better. We’re also always trying to out cute each other and top each other but half our fans ship us; our agents use this to their advantage and decide we should do a duet bc it would be popular but now we are in the studio together and I know and I kinda wanna know how your lips feel 168. Help I cannot find my cat and I know its 3 am but me and Neil cat rick Harris would appreciate the help 169. I’m a computer hacker trying to hack government systems but accidentally hacked your computer as you were searching up sex positions and looking at questionable porn 170. I’m a fandom blogger and you’re an aesthetic/fashion blogger and I accidentally followed you through that Tumblr radar thing but you’re too cute to unfollow 171. I sent you one of those ask memes Reponses saying that I would date you but we’ve never talked and you live half way across the world but now you’re interested whoops 172. You started banging on my door at 3 in the morning bc you got the wrong apartment and now I’m inviting you in for tea to bitch about the person you thought lived here 173. Person A accidentally falls in the pond trying to reach something and person B is a bystander who can’t help but laugh 174. Person B must grab person A from falling into the t6raintracks because they did stay behind the yellow line 175. you’re a store clerk and oh no I just spotted my ex can I hide behind your desk thingy 176. We’re neighbors and we’ve never talker but your cat may have gotten my cat pregnant guess we’ll have to raise a kitty family together. 177. A toddler broke your nose and I may or may not have snapped my thumb n an intense game of Mario kart and now we are sitting next to each other in A&E 178. I tried to rescue you from being robbed but got knocked out and you had to take me to the hospital after getting your wallet stolen 179. I purposefully get your coffee order wrong so you will talk to me again 180. I work at the checkout ad you are clearly not old enough to buy that 181. We are both con artists scamming each other 182. My hamster escaped and I think he went under your door 183. “Hey we hooked up last night and it turns out you’re my child’s teacher” 184. “we are neighbors and every night at 3;14 you start yodeling?? Why?? Is that you yodeling?? Its been two months??” 185. “I woke up this morning to find you in my living room with a goat wearing a poncho who are you?? Why is the goat wearing a poncho?? How did you get the goat here I live on the 12th floor?? 186. “I was playing beer pong with a coin and accidentally threw it in your eye at a party” 187. “okay I get that you’re a good thief and you don’t want to go to jail but I’m the tired af detective sent to catch you I stg if you let me bring you in I can get you a good deal” 188. “We’ve been nothing but friends our whole lives but then we played seven minutes in heaven on a dare and now I think I’m in love with you” 189. “My guitarist quit the night before a gig that could be my bands big break and apparently, you are really good but if you screw this up for us I will hunt you down and slit your throat” 190. “it’s the middle of the night and I’m walking in the dark and there’s this guy following me and he’s gaining on me and I found a phone booth with a lock on and tried to call my sister but my hand was shaking so now I’ve ended up calling you and I don’t know who you are but please help” 191. They captured you and put you in a room with me because I can suppress other people’s powers so you hate me but I’m just lonely and bored and want to talk to you 192. Esteemed rival chefs who find each other shamelessly buying ramen at 3am 193. “I know it’s the apocalypse but please can we keep this stray dog” 194. We’re at a murder mystery party and I’m sure you’re the killer 195. Your grandma is forward even though we are just friends 196. “We got into a really heated Wii tennis match and the rec and now I wanna bang you” 197. “you are literally the last person I would expect to see at Disneyland but hey wanna ride space mountain” 198. “YOU LIKE GAME OF THRONES TOO?!” 199. “in interviewing you for a newspaper can you please stop flirting with me and we can get coffee afterwards” 200. “we’re enemies by day but league of legends allies by night” 201. Ancient gods 202. Whoops I accidentally summoned a demon 203. Co captains who always argue 204. “I didn’t mean to throw the water balloon at you I meant to hit my friend behind you” 205. There was a food fight and I accidentally threw spaghetti at the scariest kid in school 206. “I happened to glance in your window when you did some air guitar and then you caught me looking” 207. “I live a block away from the pizza place that’s open until 2 am and you’re like always here which is nice because I get to see you but, um is you sleeping here because you’re literally always here” 208. “I swear to god if I hear you taking a shower at 3 in the morning I will fight you, the pipes in this building are right above my room WHY are you taking a shower at THREE IN THE MORNING” 209. 210. “I can literally hear you sneezing through the walls and I bought you some chicken soup because I have exams to study for and your sneezing is seriously distracting” 211. “Im the poor loser you lent your umbrella to yesterday and my cat scratched through the fabric I’m sorry” 212. “we were partnered for this project and both forgot to do it and now have to pull an all nighter at my house” 213. “I came to this Halloween part as Frankenstein and you came as frankenstein’s wife and now everyone thinks we are dates” 214. We’re the only ones at this tiny bus shelter and you’ve been crying for the past ten minutes and id give you privacy but its pouring down with rain outside so “do you want to talk about it?” I guess 215. You’ve just moved into my apartment and I want a drink but you’ve been in the kitchen for an hour and you will judge me for drinking whiskey at noon on a Sunday 216. We’re both in the brass section of the marching band and you won’t stop making ‘horny’ puns 217. You work in construction and I walk by every day to give you a bagel 218. I sit behind you in lecture and bio1102 is not the place to watch porn 219. We were the only idiots who showed up to ballroom dance class without a partner 220. We are in class and you keep throwing paper balls at me why 221. Its 2am and I’m knocking on your window, wake up let’s go on a late-night walk or something idk can we hold hands already 222. Our kids got paired up for a project and I meant just drop my kid off at your house but now we are at the end of a three hour talk 223. Battle of the bands 224. Our grandparents are in the same nursing home and hate each other whereas we don’t. 225. Arrested at the same protest 226. How do you keep getting my name that wrong on my coffee cup? 227. Only two people who bought tickets to this movie 228. Our manager is making us push this crappy item no one needs but you thought my campaigns was funny so you bought it 229. I desperately need you to fix my laptop but please don’t judge me for my browser history 230. My kid’s hamster died while she was at school and I don’t know how to tell her 231. I made a dumb science joke in class and you’re the only one who laughed 232. Everyone in our dorm has gone out but I have the flu and hear you coughing pathetically from the next room wanna share my stash of cough drops and have Netflix marathon 233. Got into a seriously heated argument in the comments of a mutual friends post 234. Rival street performers 235. My kid shoplifted from your store and I marched her right back to apologies 236. Why didn’t you tell me this place was haunted before I rented it from you? 237. My band plays at the same restraint every Friday and you always make obscure requests and I know you’re trying to stump me but you have rally underestimated how much of a music geek I am 238. m the caterer and you’re the florist for this wedding and we bond over talking about how bad of a person the bride’s mother is 239. We’re chaperoning these kids at an ice skating rink and that last couples skate was pathetic how about we show them how it’s done? 240. We both work at rivalling gossip magazines and keep trying to outdo each other ridiculous stories 241. I accidentally caught the neighbor’s yard on fire and I didn’t think it could get worse but the volunteer fireman reprimanding me is gorgeous and probably thinks I’m an idiot 242. I didn’t mean to get you arrested I thought I was helping 243. Your pizza keeps getting delivered to my house and I need to talk to you about your choice of toppings 244. Graffiti artist/ mural painter 245. You’re the only major film critic who’s hated my movie and I need to talk to you about it because I agree

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

Nanbaka 17 | ACCA 3 | ReLIFE 7 - 13 (FINAL) | D Gray Man Hallow 2 - 6

(Nanbaka 17)

I bet the fandom makes, “Something is breaking. It’s my heart,” jokes from now on. Or something similar to that. Fandom is corny like that.

I only just realised, but the green numbers that appear at the start of the OP are cell 13’s prisoner numbers. D’oh.

Couldn’t you just grab the shackles, Rock?

Chibi Hajime? Never seen that one before.

It just occurred to me that Qi may have done this.

There seems to be a patch of purple on Jyugo’s torso…for some reason.

Upa did it…?

Hey, that Bruce Lee quote came back…! There also seems to be a Bungou Stray Dogs vibe going on, not really being helped by the fact Yuto Uemura is Atsushi and Jyugo. Tsukumo is Yuri from Yuri on Ice, which is kinda funny.

I…accept your man candy! LOL.

Kiji and Uno are crazily on the same wavelength…

Oh wow, Uno just pulled out the Dazai stops.

“10 minutes later…”

CGI doors…what a pain in the butt.

The eye style on Uno makes me LOL too hard.

(ACCA 3)

Oh, so the OP’s red bird is an acca. Okay.

Potato gratin on toast. Never tried it, but I like potato gratin on cheese and cheese on potato gratin.

Bar Tattler. Perfect name for a place to spill secrets.

Wow. Formal dress isn’t that different to ACCA wear but it makes people look completely different.

There were huggggggggggggggge strawberries last time, remember?

Ooh. Things are getting interesting thanks to Mauve and the 5 General guys.

(ReLIFE ep 7)

Isn’t that Windows 7 Yoake has?

I never asked this, but what happens to failed subjects?

Hmph. They say in Japan that a guy and a girl sharing an umbrella is romantic.

ReLIFE really addresses the difference between personal involvement and work involvement.

Yoake really does remind me of Dazai sometimes.

LOL, Onoya, Yoake. Meanwhile, is that a pink computer? Don’t think I’ve ever seen a monitor that’s pink, although I have seen a pink brick phone and a pink laptop.

Arata’s senpai’s tale matches Yoake’s relationship with subject 001, now that I think of it.

I wanna know more about Amagase-san.

Love bubbles and sparkles, LOL. You are one strange character, Yoake.

You can easily tell Arata’s saying sumimasen , even if there are no subs.

Why did “I don’t have a car!” make me laugh so much?

I think there was an excess “and” in the subs somewhere when Yoake was reporting near the end of the ep.

(ep 8)

The animation on Oga’s hand was unnatural (as in, his second and third fingers were too far apart) when he waved.

“In the pink of health”? Never heard that one before.

“Appetite” is probably the wrong word for it, Amatsu-sensei.

He didn’t react by laughing at Tamarai’s, but I guess that would’ve been misinterpreted and/or impolite.

The final year of high school is all about going all out…

Is the pill in the eyecatch always blue? I saw it was orange last ep.

There appear to be English dictionaries on Inukai’s shelf.

You can see the bags under Tamarai’s eyes.

Revenge of the CGI balls, LOL.

You can see how much Asaji wants to help when he reaches out but then he takes it back. Huh.

Update: I was familiar up to about this part in the manga.

(ep 9)

Omurice. I like that word. Omurice. Omurice. Probably because “omelet rice” sounds weird…Omurice.

Do you think ReLIFE would benefit if its fandom had more memes? Because bees. The Bee Movie seems to be pretty popular as a meme subject these days.

Is this why people always want younger people to enjoy their youth? So they don’t have their dreams crushed later?

The three line eyebrows are distinctive, but they look a bit weird.

Oga, you innocent butt. Blinking ever so innocently at Kariu.

How ironic of you to say, “The last thing you need is a fall”, Oga.

Hishiron can’t be a soccer nerd. “Gooooal” doesn’t suit her.

Doesn’t Kaizaki have any better clothes than black and grey shirts?

Hishiron has her school bag.

Bullying is a Big Deal in Japan, where you’re not meant to pick on people at all. Western cultures wish for outgoing people, so for someone like me who sits more on the introvert side, life kinda sucks.

Seriously, An and Yoake, get together.

*facepalms* What a dork, Kaizaki. Hitting your head in you panic like that won’t get you anywhere.

That’s a weird way of putting that, Hishiron. “[G]et revenge with someone,” that is.

About the entire plotline: It’s easier to “regress” when it comes to writing stories but harder to “regress” when it comes to real life. It must be because of how used to living and growing up people feel.

(ep 10)

At the top of the staircase, Hishiron looked so confused (after she said that she’d watch the tournament).

“Of course I know.” – (Chorus: Of course Yoake knows.)

You’re too darned strong (regarding the door), Kaizaki.

I heard there was an English dub of ReLIFE. Hopefully they can sell the Hishiron voice well enough.

The first time, I was wondering what came after this.

(ep 11)

Why do people say stuff like “I’ll come with”? I’ve said it before, but never questioned it until now.

I actually think Onoya’ll be really grumpy when she wakes up.

I guess it’s the hairstyle, but I look at Yoake and I’m seeing Dazai…again.

I bet Arata will be sad once it ends, LOL.

Black companies – corrupt businesses filled with salesmen and women who can’t escape. That’s basically what I’ve picked up from Osomatsu-san, anyway.

Notice the pill is normally white/blue. This time it was black/blue.

There’s a very Western feeling to this. No wonder the West likes this more than Japan itself. It’s also quite the sociological study. It helps that this was one of the only two shows I watched in summer 2016 the first time around (the other being Boueibu s2) – I can see “One Wish They Never Wanted” reflected in this, and knowing me and the hard times I went through at the end of the year, it was most likely deliberate. After all, they do carry similar themes.

(ep 12)

I think there was a central institution uni applications go through in Japan. In my country, they have something similar.

I shipped Kariu and Oga so hard during these last two eps. It helps that I almost never take the shows with the ships.

Ow. That burnt so much, Arata.

Such a convenient hole in the wall.

Kamioka’s hair looks a little puffy.

You jerk, Arata. You didn’t think “the same thing”. You thought nothing of the sort!

Why is Arata a fish? Probably because Kaizaki means “ocean peak” (or something like it).

What’s up with that statue?

August 10th, 6:30 pm onwards.That’s when the fireworks festival is.

Arata’s got his own harem~! (Neener neener…and so on.)

(ep 13)

Why are only the girls in kimono?! (Update: Or is that yukata?)

You suave, suave player, Yoake.

The white figures really aren’t helping their case…

The blue and yellow sign tells you there’s a traffic obstruction due to the fireworks.

They’ve got some heavy focus on the earrings in a certain shot. It’s such good news for the ship.

Holding hands is a much bigger deal in Japan than it is in the West.

Of course Tama is such a target for mozzies. She’s so big in that region.

The fireworks look so lifelike in this anime!!! I said that for Showa Genroku too, though.

Like an ephermeal flower, a fireworks exists…or some other weird Yoda stuff like that.

Arata’s seems to be blue, while Chizuru’s seems to be green for the sake of colour coding.

Onoya’s fan says “festival” on it.

The pill background looks kinda like footsteps. It must’ve been deliberate they used such a pattern.

Off model at its worst (when the duo sat on the bench).

Dangitfalsekissscene!

LOL, lookit Hishiron’s creepy face.

Nothing is better than a properly-pulled-off bookend.

Welp, that’s the end of that. Hopefully we can meet again sometime, for some other show.

(D Gray Man Hallow ep 2)

Every time I see this ep, I think of a song. It’s this one, to be precise about it. Never mind about the music video, the lyrics and title suit it too well.

Poor Tim.

Ooh, macaron cake!

I forgot who Phantom Thief G was the first time. Then I checked him up and I remembered.

Wrong “throw”, subbers.

This scene where Link is crying is…very odd. There’s a lot of logic that really should be obvious that gets bandied about here.

Really? Fanservice?

If he has Innocence, Timothy’s guilty (in a sense). How ironic.

How do people even evaluate the Akuma’s level on sight?

(ep 3)

“Soul mate” is probably overreacting a little too much.

What a weird butt Galmar is. I can understand his reasoning for what he thinks though.

(ep 4)

People can never seem to agree on how to spell Tyki’s name.

Renny? Seriously, I laugh too much. “Lenny” would’ve been a proper name, but that’s a guy’s name. Then again, this is anime we’re talking about...

Tim’s so cute with the ZZZs.

That burn, Allen. So deep.

“This is the order of the Pope.”

“Hunting Exorcists, huh?”

(ep 5)

Everyone spells Alma’s name as Alma Karma, but the book cover says Alma Carma (sic). Huh.

Sometimes I question the need for a science section in the middle of an Akuma vs Exorcist war.

What the freak, Earl? Don’t scare me like that!

Improper poses? That’s so threatening. (sarcastic)

Unnecessary fanservice, number 2…? (Specifically the “you perv” bit.)

(ep 6)

A-hey. Young!Kanda animated in such a way that it invokes humour…it looks like Yurio. Lots of things remind me of Yurio these days.

How do they know exactly how many seconds it’ll take until the Seconds regenerate?

It’s bunny!Hoshino!

Such gallows humour. That’s why the novelty wore off on this show.

I think the word they mean is youkai instead of sprite.

The jackets come off…kinda sorta.

Is it “dreamed” or “dreamt”?

Can people even hear using stethescopes? I’ve never tried it myself, but I want to know.

Sometimes you forget Allen’s there.

How’d blonde guy (Edgar) get that blood around him?

[survivor-of-removal]

even today i can still that word in my head from those fuckers, weirdo, weirdo, gay, freak, cunt, mad, psycho, weirdo weirdo" if i just walked past on smiled at them politely or said hello they would have a go at me. i never understood why. At home i would go straight to my room, read creepypastas, cry my eyes out every night, bite myself on my arm, coming down for dinner, i would become irritable at the sound of my parents eating, i wouldn't even finish my dinner. Half the plate was there. Thinking back on it i feel so guilty and upset. My parents must have been agonized by all this, my isolating behaviour, my obsession with slender man. My mum knew of course. She showed me the something awful forum thread. i cried myself to sleep that night. i knew he was real, but no, to everyone else it was a meme. a stupid urban legend. i began to view him, the slender man, as the only person i had, the only one apart from a few people that i saw from time to time. when i wasn't around them things would go back to shit. Seeing them were the only lights in my life. and another lesson go and it would go back to the dirty looks and the insults and the shoving around and the making fun of me when i was trying to do my work. Or in the lunch queue, stupid year 11 girls coming up to me "Look at this boy man, he's so weird, hey tell this girl about that thing thats stalking you", "oh he believes in slender man", "he's a freak but kind of cute", "he's a fucking weirdo, a stupid loner". Depression kicked in, i would just bang my head against the wall until my eyes flashed in my head. i hated myself. Their words leaked into me. and all the time seeing that thing following me around. slender man, could he help me?

On Saturdays i started going to the woods, i wore a mask i made based to the marble hornets Masky mask, i would wear a black hoodie, black trousers and off id go to the woods, calling his name, asking him things. i saw him a few times, mainly i just spoke to him, a few people coming through the woods giving me Odd looks and such. People in the park staring at me as i made my way up to the woods in my mask. The mask was all i had. and it wasn't long until some two stupid kids asked me if i was possessed in the playground at the park on the edge of the woods thought it would be funny to push my off the swing and grab my mask. and ill never forget what they said:

"oh my god its Steven" my laughed tore up my mask and fucking ran off. pussies. The funniest part was i didn't even recognize them but surely enough when i went to school on Monday it spread like wildfire that i was apparently "stalking people in the woods with a creepy mask". and sure i was. in the name of slender man, because i thought he would be the only one to save me, the operator was my salvation.

i saw the rake once out the school cafeteria window and got freaked out, clearly i was attracting attention from their realm or whatever. i got more and more engrossed, every Saturday it was off to the woods on my bike, running past the cunts at the park, into the woods, stalking people. i started to get revelations, a deep monstrous voice as i did so. i knew who it was, it was him: the Slender man. apparently i was training. What for i didn't know, i began getting manic episodes even at school which of course Didn’t help at all.

There was a festival just up the road from my grandparents house, in a small village. It was a parade of people dressed up playing drums and stuff. That night whilst my family was enjoying themselves in the theme park after the parade had gone, i ran off to the tree line. he was there, in the shadows, suit, tie everything. i got on my knees saying i wished to serve him as a proxy. i got this sudden sense of... i dont even know, it was a weird feeling of joy, something i had not felt in so long. i got up nodded my head and said "yes master" to nothing, for no reason, i just new now though i was his, i was his proxy and if i was a good servant he would give me relief, perhaps even hurt the bullies that had been after me for too long now.

The wooded Saturdays continued. The kids there knew who i was now. Just a creep running into the woods. i did stalk these two boys trying to lure them to the woods, but the one younger than me ran up at hit me, really going for me so i ran off. I’m not surprised to be fair. Who wouldn't seeing a child wearing all black, hooded with a mask. Especially if older

the late October holidays were coming and i went to Cyprus. Nothing happened there. It was like a proxy break almost. i read Creepypasta there and everything but other than that it was a sweet break. From school as well which at that point had gotten so bad i was beginning to consider running way. i did put a knife to my neck though with serious intent because i got upset one night. i dont even remember why. Mad times...

when i got back to school thought everything went bad again, my life became gray once more. The brief moment of family enjoyment turned sour and my mum contacted mental health services. i became rude, isolative, silent on occasions and regective of going out. Weekends became worse as my family relationship really began to break down. We were arguing all the time, shouting at each other. i was aggressive, violent, i threw things. i even began to be nasty to my dog, my own sweet bichon frize. She was my dog, practically brought for me. i would chase her off and shout at her. i didn't hit her or anything though. Wow, what a dick i was, maybe i deserved what i got. Maybe not... i dont know

i tried recruiting another guy at school as a proxy, i gave him a letter he signed, a proxy approval. My mum found a copy and said shed call the police if shed ever found anything like that again. i had to climb out the front bathroom window to grab the one i had left in the drive way for slender man. when i would go to the woods i started to get confused. With everything still going on, people now telling me to go and kill myself, that no one loved me, my dads a nerd, I’m a girl (i flashed myself to prove them i was a boy), I’m gay, i have no friends and never will. they began shoving me around a lot more and people began making false accusations. Making fun of my obsession and my interest in slender man. i went to the woods asking him for help. i waited another week. At this point i started to get in serious trouble. i had to be removed from the class for being disruptive. they locked the gate that led to my hiding place and said i couldn't sit up at the fire exit. my family had really started to argue. i asked my mum to take me home, saying i was sick. i wasn't really. Just so fed up with the bullies. i would lock myself in the bathroom or stay inside close to the staff. i spent entire times in the library on the computers still being mocked by everyone who came by. someone changed my screensaver to the troll face and deleted a lot of my work when i went to get a book. Every day i woke up i considered running away before going to school because it was just getting too much. i would walk through the grounds and people would shout names to me. i hanged out with the guy i tried to make a proxy, he was big and i thought it was safe. It was as safe as i could get i suppose. But people still took the piss. he told them to fuck off and they did. i would cry and cry for hours when i went home, Barricading myself in my bedroom. i decided slender man wasn't doing anything good for me. people at school would make fun of me for going to the woods calling me a stalker and a freak saying i wanted to rape and murder people. The boy i trusted began turning his back on me because he didn't want to get in trouble and the big lad i felt safe with was busy with other friends. i just had to hide in the toilets sometimes i wouldn't even come out for lessons too scared of what will happen to me. more name-calling, more people sighing if i was paired up, people insulting me without the teacher doing anything, the teachers joined in sometimes i swear saying stuff like "well he is very disruptive". i would get shouted at, but i didn't care anymore. i felt numb, what had i done to myself. no... it was him.... he did this to me... slender man...

if it weren't for him i wouldn't have isolated myself, i wouldn't have talked about such things that the other students classed as freaky and weird. i biked to the woods one final time, no mask, no hoodie. i got chased by one of the bullies on his bike who grabbed me and beat me before running off. i tried complimenting him on his skills, but he showed no mercy. Everyone hated me now. fuck it, fuck you, fuck you slender man. i dumped my bike, went into the woods shouting into the distance that i quit. My family life, my school life, even my dreams were unbearable. heartbreaking. i was sick, thinking about suicide. Names, insults, mocks shouted into my ears every day. Even at home my mum began to call me different. We argued for so long sometimes, the shouting got so loud. i quit being a proxy. fuck you slender man. You ruined my chance at this academy full of jerks, you messed up all of this you fucking dickhead. i felt as if i was bleeding everyday, tears and sweat. bruises, punches, death threats. It was too much, death seemed a better option. a good cut up the wrists. Anything to end the agony, the distress, the torture i faced everyday. The sickness didn't even get better, the obsession still dominating my life. Notebooks and whole packs of paper, my school books covered in the operator symbol, slender man drawings. Drawings of people impaled, people hanging from their necks i was disturbed, i didn't even know what i was doing anymore. as the year grew colder my life became worse and worse. i couldn't cough without a dirty look, i couldn't come into the classroom without an insult, i could be in a sports lesson without groaning. i didn't know what to do anymore. Everything was falling apart. Everything. i couldn't eat, i didn't sleep, i didn't go out, i didn't talk to my parents, when i did it was arguments and curses. every night tears, teeth and blood. Bad dreams in the precious hours of sleep i got.

Even in those rare incidents i did go out in public i was scared of being spotted, being humiliated in front of my own mother. It was a mixture of anger, anxiety and depression, a huge weight of boiling water in my chest. Soon enough at school i slowly walked up the fire exit staircase outside. this was it. i had enough. slender man would never go away. i was to be dead soon anyway. i looked down at the ground ready to jump off before the big lad led me down.

i was placed on 1:1 where someone needs to supervise me doing everything. a thorough risk assessment was made. Classes like DT (woodwork), art, anything involving something i could use to hurt myself was monitored closely. i couldn't see my big friend anymore. The other guy i trusted had turned his back on me, as for the other guy who defended me, the people he hanged out with didn't like me as much as he tried to tell them i had been victimized

i tried forgetting slender man. About 6 months of obsession was not easy to forget. i tried focusing my time on learning German. But even then the popular "der ritter" and "der großmann came up. i tried focusing on anything but i couldn't get it out my head. i tried immersing myself in a fantasy world with imaginary friends. i was on the brink of insanity.

i made a mistake then... someone asked me a question about slender man. i said "I’m moving on, i dont want to talk about that" im such a fucking idiot (in their own words too) why did i say that. For the next two weeks everywhere i went: "slender" "slender mans coming to get you" and it made me sick. didn't these fuckers know if i didn't forget i could be in serious danger? oh! wait no, because they didn't believe in what i did. after all i was just a stupid psychotic weirdo. It was a game to them. who can piss him off the most. Even in drama class someone made a play. they all smiled and shouted out the title of the play before preforming "slender returns" i felt sick, dizzy. i charged out the classroom covering my ears crying. i locked myself in a toilet and cried for twenty minutes. a staff member found me after checking all the toilets. apparently they had been looking all over for me. i sat with them for a while. It wasn't long after i began dissociating regularly, finding out that i had done this and that... i hadn't... at least not me...

It was the twelve of December. The day i would die of suicide. But i wanted to annoy them, to make them feel guilty after everything i had done. Whilst everyone was getting changed i tied a noose around my neck standing on my tiptoes on my school bag. For some odd reason everyone was going mad, begging me not to. this always irritates me. these were the same fuckers who told me to kill myself every time they fucking saw me. these were the fuckers that poked and prodded me and shoved me around, these were the fuckers that harassed me when i was minding my own business. These were the fuckers that would call me a weirdo every time i walked past them, these were the fuckers that spoke to me like a piece of shit, that never picked me, and when they had to they groaned like i stunk, these were the fuckers that treated me like a piece of shit, had no remorse or empathy, made a laughingstock of me, scapegoated me, lied about me, manipulated me, made allegations. Even when i tried to be nice, these fuckers were cunts. they deserved to see me die. If i am not a human being like them then why should they care?

The sports teacher ran in and undid the noose practically carried me out made me undress and dress in front of him, and then he called my mum, and we waited about 4 hours in A and E for a couple of doctors to come up and assess me. luckily i went home that night. The school sent me work. My mum didn't exactly approve, instead giving me her own timetable of mainly, creative art work and creative writing. She saved me. it was no more slender man... no more bullies... our relationship rebuilt. The family became closer. i paid more attention to my dog. and once again our dogly friendship rebuilt. slender man became a distant thought. i destroyed everything i had on him, the drawings, the notebooks, everything... he was gone. I stopped reading creepypastas full stop

i went to the woods one final time then. Just to say goodbye, a Canine goodbye, i told him he may be a force for good and maybe he should think next time how to do things properly. i said goodbye. i snapped a picture of him, the Facebook account i posted it on was oddly terminated. Anyway i asked him to leave me alone, just this once let his victim go. i felt oddly peaceful as i walked out the woods despite encountering a bully who asked why i wasn't in school. i said because i tried to kill myself, he said "because of slender man" and did this stupid noise with his lounge. in a way he was right. But i said "no, because of you" and walked off. they stole my bike helmet whilst i was in the woods, fucking sods. they probably still have it after all these years.

The new year began peaceful. 2013 was out the fucking window. Maybe 13 is an unlucky number. Whatever the case i was ready to begin a new life without slender man, get into a new school and try again. Cliche, i was fucking wrong. Because as i now know, slender man is not a force for good, and trust me, he ldoesn't leave his victims alone.

(End of part 4)