#it's okay Robbie will always visit again

[cat-attack1701]

Whose idea was it to put buttons on the floor anyway-?!

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Don't worry, Sporty's here to help.

(Original idea by @honestcactusblog <3 Click for better resolution because tumblr is tumblr.)

[randompiecesofwriting]

Wrong Name

Summary: Reader visits her partner Jack in the ED to drop off his lunch catching the excited attention of all of his colleges much to his chagrin

Pairing: Jack Abbot x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: None! Just super cute fluff

Author’s Note: My first Pitt Fic! Basically, a short simple grumpy x sunshine reader cause I had the idea. Everyone in the Pitt loves the reader and Jack pretends to hate that, but everyone knows better. Again my first Pitt fic so any and all feedback appreciated and I hope you enjoy!

Check out part 2 here!

To say Jack was surprised to see you at Dana’s desk was an understatement.

He had just left you a little over an hour ago, a silent kiss to your temple, a murmured I love you into your hair, a cup of coffee left in his wake on the countertop so it was cooled down by the time you got up, the same as every day. You were still asleep when he left could you have woken up with something? Did he miss something last night?

His head was so full of the hypothetical he didn’t take the extra second to acknowledge how at ease your body language was as you leaned against the tall desk, a soft smile on your lips as you nodded along to whatever Dana was saying.

Instead, he immediately crossed the ED in a few steps, sliding a hand to the small of your back to grab your attention, cutting of Dana’s story without a second thought.

“Hey what’re you doing here are you okay?”

Your eyes flickered briefly to his, the corners of your mouth pulling up slightly at his appearance as you grabbed his bicep and gave it a small squeeze. “Yeah don’t worry I’m fine” before immediately refocusing on Dana, silently signaling her to continue.

Dana, however, as she normally does, knew better, a look shared between the two women as she stayed silent and instead focused on Jack, the man himself having not moved his gaze from your form for a second.

Pinching your shirt at the waist softly he gave it a small tug, physically pulling your attention back to him as his eyes scanned your face “is it that headache you had the other night? Is it back? I can bump you up the CT line”

“Honey” you cut him off with that small laugh that always had his chest warming “I promise I’m fine I texted you like an hour ago to meet me in the parking lot, you just forgot your lunch”

He could physically feel the relief hit his system at your words, his shoulders dropping as he finally took a deep breath, his next words tumbling off his tongue before he could put any thought to them “you didn’t have to-“

But just as he knew you would, you cut him off with a shrug and the same words you always used when he tried to dodge being taken care off “I know but I wanted to”

He couldn’t have fought the fond smile off his face if he had tried, something he knew he was going to get shit over from Dana and inevitably Robby later. “Why didn’t anyone tell me you were here have you been waiting long?”

“No I’ve been talking to Dana” And it was so entirely you the way you stated it like it was obvious. As if this little act of kindness in going out of your way to get him food hadn’t hijacked your entire morning. He was nearly overwhelmed by the desire to pull you into him, barely registering the way you pivoted back to Dana at the mention of her name.

“A conversation we absolutely will be finishing” spoken like a threat that had the charge nurse chuckling, “drinks later? Location and time TBD?”

“Sounds good kid”

And maybe it was a little selfish of him to want you just to himself in that moment, to pull you out of the Pitt to get even just two minutes of you alone. But Jack had found over the past year that he liked being selfish when it came to you “Oh and Langdon was looking for you earlier if you haven’t seen him yet”

“You spoke to Langdon too” he’ll admit to only faking part of the exasperation in his tone that had you giggling.

“He’s got a new puppy” you protested with a grin “what was I supposed to do? Not ask to see photos”

“You’re right ridiculous question” he conceded easily, “now aren’t you supposed to be at work”

And Jack relished the way he knew what your exact reaction would be seconds before you made it, the way your eyes widened almost comically before you reached for his arm, pulling his watch specifically into your line of sight, Jack using the momentum to press a quick kiss to your temple before he could think any better of it.

“Shit I’m gonna be late” You groaned softly, Jack chuckling at the action.

“I mean it, you didn’t have to bring my lunch in today”

“Please we both know you wouldn’t eat anything if I hadn’t” you brushed him off thoughtlessly before brightening and exclaiming “oh before I forget”. Suddenly you were pulling back from him, reaching deeply into your bag and rummaging slightly before pulling out a fistful of protein bars “give these to Dennis”

“To Dennis” he repeated with a raised brow as you pushed them into his chest.

“Yeah Dennis, well except for the chocolate ones”

“You want me to give these to my med student” he repeated with another exasperated sigh.

Again you responded exactly like he hoped you would, a giggle and a teasing push against his chest “yes except for the chocolate ones he doesn’t like those he likes the fruit ones. He won’t tell you that though, he’ll gladly take them all but he’s just being nice about it because he doesn’t want to offend you”

He couldn’t help but appreciate how well you seemed to fit into his life. How you’d forged relationships with each member of the Pitt’s team that existed wholly outside of him. It was tough now to believe there existed a time when he had been hesitant to introduce you to the chaos of the Pitt given how you now had seemed to adopt each member of his chosen family on your own.

His train of thought was effectively cut off as he watched your gaze suddenly deviate from him to something behind him, the corner of your mouth ticking up as you took one of the bars back from his grasp and yelled across the room “Dennis”

The poor kid looked terrified for a brief moment as he spun around before breaking out into a relieved grin once his eyes landed on you.

That was all the acknowledgement you needed before you were throwing the bar at him, Whittaker to his credit only looking panicked for a brief moment before he was effortlessly catching the bar, grinning down at his new snack appreciatively once he had it “Thank you Mrs. Abbot”

“Not my name” you corrected breezily with a wave “but bug Jack if you want more I’m giving him the rest”

“Great now if you’re done upsetting the natural order of my ED don’t you have work to get to” Jack cut in with fake exasperation.

“Natural order of the Pitt” you scoffed “that’s an oxymoron if I’ve ever heard one”

Your comment had Dana snorting as she didn’t even bother to try hiding the fact that she had been eavesdropping on your conversation up to this point.

“Yeah yeah now get out of here” he rolled his eyes with a fond smile “one of us has to make sure our bills our paid this month”

“I’m going I’m going” you groaned with a matching eye roll, pushing up slightly onto your toes and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, pulling away much too quickly for Jack’s liking with a whispered I love you.

Then you were gone, headed back the way you came leaving nothing but the soft scent of your perfume in the air around him as Jack forced his eyes down to the chart in his hands, pointedly ignoring Dana’s gaze.

Just when he thought he was going to be trapped in the inevitable teasing of his charge nurse Dr. King came running up to the station, Jack more than happy to turn his attention to her and ready to distract himself with whatever case had her moving so fast.

Instead, however, Mel’s expression with brimming with barely contained excitement, her gaze searching everywhere around Jack but never properly landing on the man himself “Was that Y/N I heard? Is she here?”

With a disbelieving huff, Jack went back to his chart “you just missed her”

“No she’s by the door with Robby” Dana cut in with a smile, enjoying the way Jacks neck nearly snapped as he whipped his gaze across the ED to where you now stood with Robby, talking animatedly about something while the older man listened with  a smile on his face and hands in his pockets, looking much more relaxed than the two of them usually saw him within the department.

Mel peeled off without a second word to either of them, the pair watching the way your expression lit up once more as you recognized her as she approached.

“You gonna correct that” Dana nodded vaguely in your direction, her and Jack leaning onto the counter of the nurse’s station from opposite sides watching you give Mel an enthusiastic high five over whatever story she had rushed over to tell you.

“Probably talk to everyone at some point” Jack shrugged in response “the Pitt can’t afford to come to a screeching halt every time she so much as walks in the doors”

“No dumbass” Dana admonishes with a dramatic groan “it’s good the way everyone brightens up when she’s here. God knows we could use some positivity around here. I mean Whitaker’s comment about the wrong name”

“I mean she’s already told him to call her by her first name but I could talk to him-“

Dana silenced Jack with a glare, the attending turning his attention back to you from across the room as you eagerly talked to Mel and Robby.

“Was thinking about asking Robby to go ring shopping with me this weekend” he admitted softly “Scale of 1-10 how bad of an idea is that”

“Not where I thought this story was going but love is love so I support-“ now it was Jack’s turn to silence Dana with a glare, the charge nurse enjoying way too much the way the tips of his ears colored at the admission.

“a seven” she mused with a shrug, turning her attention back to you as you finally said goodbye to the two doctors “maybe a six” she let the silence settle around them and watched as Jack eyed her with a skeptical glare from her periphery “invite me along and I can keep it below a three”

Jack studied her for a second, crossing his arms over his chest before nodding softly “done”

Dana fought to keep the grin off her face as Robby finally started to make his way towards the two of them, Jack catching him slipping an awfully familiar looking protein bar into the pocket of his sweatshirt “Jesus how many of those does she have”

Robby shrugged with a chuckle, eyes casting up to the board above the desk as he did so “she mentioned something about having extra chocolate ones”

“I saw her slipping Santos bags of trail mix earlier if you’d prefer that” Dana chimed in with a smirk as Jack huffed dramatically.

“did everyone get to talk to her but me this morning?”

“You get her every day, stop being so selfish” Robby clasped his shoulder with a smug grin, giving it a soft shake.

 “Selfish” Jack repeated under his breath with a shake of his head, eyes going up to the board to pick out his next case as he did so “god forbid I want to spend time with my future wife”

He hadn’t even realized he said it out loud until the Pitt around him seemed to go unnaturally quiet. Casting his gaze back down he caught Robby and Dana sharing pointed, amused looks before turning their teasing grins back on him.

All he could get out was a simple “no” before he was storming off to the closest room, refusing to acknowledge the way Robby yelled out a threat after him “We will be talking about this later”

[at-this-point-i-dont-even-know]

Lean On Me (Part 3/7)

Pairing: Dr Michael 'Robby" Robinavitch x younger! Langdon's little sister! reader

Getting Coffee with Michael is starting to become your favorite part of the day.

Warnings: talk about rehab, drug use, casual drinking, slow burn,

Part two/ part four

taglist: @dayswithoutcoffee, @hagarsays, @4ishere, @omgbrianab

You don’t really know how it happens but after your daily visit with Frank, you would exit the center and head straight to the diner where a plate of pancakes would be waiting, along with a very happy to see you doctor.

Breakfast with Dr Robinavitch, or Michael as he now asks you to call him, quickly became your favourite part of the day. 

You were both on night shifts, you at the bar after you had had to practically beg your creep of a boss for your old job back, and him at the hospital, which he grumbled about every time you asked how his night had been. Michael apparently did not love doing night shifts, telling her there are other doctors on the roster who appreciated the darkness more.

Your old job was soul destroying. After months in Europe, laying out in the sunshine and walking hours in comfy orthopedic runners, it took all your energy not to cry as you laced up ankle snapping heels under the fluorescent lights behind the bar. 

The clientele hadn’t changed in the months you had been away, some of the regulars hadn’t even noticed you were gone, instead immediately falling into their old habits of lewd comments about your weight and begging for a dance. But with every rude comment, ass grab and blistered toe you were slowly crawling out of the credit card debt hole you had fallen into.

Which was especially helpful as Frank’s therapist informed you today that the amount you had previously paid for the in-house rehabilitation program had only covered two weeks, so you had maxed out your cards again and promised to pay the remainder by the end of the week. 

Exhaustion weighed heavily on you, but seeing Michael at your booth with a coffee and breakfast waiting was enough for the worries to be pushed aside, at least for the time being.

“How’s Frank?” He always asks immediately after checking in with your own welfare, where you of course lied and said everything was a-okay.

“He’s good! He’s up and about today, less angry at the world which was great!” You dig into the pancakes, the syrup coating your lips.

“That’s really good to hear. Do you think he would want company later today?”

“Yeah, I spoke with one of his doctors and he said more visitors are encouraged.”

“Great! I’ll see him before I head to bed and pass out.”

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“You can’t name a dog, Dog!”

“Why not! I didn’t ask for the stupid thing!”

“But you could literally name it whatever you want!”

“I want to name it Dog!”

“Spot?”

“She doesn’t have a spot.”

“Bella?”

“Ew- no!”

“Roxy?”

“She’s not a stripper written by men in a midday movie.”

“You can’t call her Dog,” Michael laughed, his eyes crinkling again and your heart literally skipped a beat. 

“What about in ‘Breakfast at Tiffanys’, she had a cat called Cat.”

 “Naming a cat, Cat, is fine! But you can’t name a dog, Dog!”

“Why not?”

“Because!”

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“Why are you covered in glitter?”

“Accident at work?”

“A glitter related accident?”

“I split a box of glitter as I put it on the shelf, and spent the rest of the night cleaning it up.” The lie was another familiar line, one you had said too many times to Frank and your parents when they had happened to notice you had come home covered in body glitter. 

“That sounds stressful.” Michael actually sounded sincere, as if your made up profession was something to stress about. As if he wasn’t an ER doctor.

“I mean I didn’t lose a patient or anything.” you quip and his face falls and his fingers tap against the chipped coffee mug. 

“I lost too many last night.” he admitted, grief and exhaustion lacing every word and your heart breaks.

“Oh Michael, I’m so sorry.” You say as your hands reach across the table to his hands. They practically swallow your hands up and you cling tight to them.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“They were street kids, doing drugs…”

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“She literally came right up to the window, peed and then told us to go fuck ourselves and left!”

“And that's your favourite patient?”

“Sadly, out of all our frequent flyers Myrna is the one I don’t mind seeing.”

“And she’s the one that calls you Fruitcake?”

“Yep and wants Jack- that's Dr Abbot- in a biblical way.”

“She’s said that?”

“Many, many times.”

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“You look wrecked.”

“Thanks Doc.”

“Are you getting any sleep between work and Frank?”

You shrug and drink the coffee that's been placed before you, your body is so wrecked you don't even add creamer or sugar to the drink, you just need the caffeine to work to get you through breakfast, home to walk Dog and then a quick nap before you were back at the club for the mid afternoon shift which would then turn into the late night shift. And then back to the Rehab center for the therapy session with Frank and the cycle would continue.

“I’m fine.”

“I don’t think you are.”

“I’m fine.” you snap, and you flinch as Michael stills, his eyes not moving from your hands that you notice are now shaking.

“When was the last time you slept for longer than six hours?”

“Never.” you try and laugh it off but Michael isn’t having it, he's moving from his side of the booth and sat beside you.

You're like a deer in headlights, he was so close you could feel the warmth of his body through your clothes. He smelt like sandalwood and smoke and you lean into the scent, letting it fill your head.

Suddenly his fingers are on your wrist, holding tight.

“Are you checking my pulse?”

“I’m checking your vitals.”

“Why?”

“Because if you go and drop dead from exhaustion I’m going to be really mad.”

“I told you I'm fine.”

“And I don’t believe you.”

“Michael!”

“Sweetheart- let me do this.” 

The fight goes out of you as your head is filled with the scent of him and the sound of him calling you Sweetheart.

“I’ll take it easy tomorrow.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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“Did you sleep last night?”

“I went home early and got about four hours.” you said happily, pouring a heaped spoon of coffee into the coffee he had just bought for you.

“That's not six hours.”

“It’s better than the one hour I got the other day.”

“For fuck-”

“Hey! Like you do better!”

He looked sheepishly away from her, his grin making you laugh.

“See I’m not as bad as you! At least if I die on the job no one would miss me!”

His smile dropped and he leaned across the table, forcing you chin up and meeting your eyes, his brows were furrowed and his mouth thin, you could almost feel the anger in his touch.

“I would miss you!” 

“Sure.” You try to shrug it off his touch but his fingers tighten on your chin.

“Sweetheart, you are my favourite part of the day.”

Sweetheart the nickname is becoming your favourite sound.

“Same, Michael, you’re my favourite part of my day.”

[internetdaddy98]

The Ties That Bind Us - Chapter 32

Previous | Next [Series Masterlist] Content Warning: family loss, angst

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The flight to New York was quiet. Y/N’s hand rested lightly in Robby’s, the soft hum of the plane and the light bustle around them making everything feel like a dream. But today wasn’t about the city. It was about family.

They’d talked about it before, but you had always been reluctant to bring Robby into the fold. Your family’s history was something you carried very close to your sheltered heart.

But today was different. You were ready.

The family vault was nestled in a corner of a cemetery that looked like something out of an old novel. Old, regal stonework, and the overgrown ivy that made it feel timeless, like it belonged to a different world altogether. You stood at the base of the vault, your fingers pressed against the cool stone.

“You okay?” Robby asked softly, his voice steady.

She nodded, though her expression was a mix of fondness and something else, an unspoken weight she’d never fully explained.

“This is me, my parents, my grandparents, my great-grandparents and my brother.” Your eyes flickered, your gaze softening as you stared at the engraved names. “I wanted you to meet them, to finally see all of me.”

Robby’s hand found yours again, squeezing gently. "Thank you for showing me this. I know it means a lot to you."

Your breath caught in your throat. This wasn’t just about a visit to the cemetery, it was about sharing the core of who you were, the history you carried with you every day, the legacy of love and loss that made you. You never thought you could open this part of your life to anyone, but with Robby… things felt different.

They stood there for a few moments longer, the wind stirring the leaves around them, the silence settling over them like a comforting embrace.

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That evening, you introduced Robby to your family in a more conventional way, at a small but lively family dinner. The warmth of your aunt and uncle’s home in the suburbs felt different from the reserved energy of the family vault, but there was a familiar comfort in the noise, the laughter, and the shared history.

Your uncle, David, was a man of few words but many gestures. He had the sharp eyes of a man who had lived through a hundred stories and had a thousand more to tell. Robby and he exchanged a few words in Hebrew, which you watched with a certain fondness, relieved to see Robby fit in so seamlessly with your family. Your uncle, despite his stoic exterior, welcomed Robby into the fold without hesitation.

“Your uncle’s really something,” Robby said after a while, quietly to you as you both helped clear the table.

“He’s not exactly warm,” you replied with a smile. “But he’s family. And in his own way, he shows he cares.”

Her aunt, Victoria, a lively woman who seemed to never stop talking, pulled you aside with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “So, when do we get to see a wedding ring, huh? I think you two would make adorable babies.”

You froze for a moment, your cheeks coloring. “Aunt Victoria, not now.”

Her aunt laughed. “Oh, come on. You know it’s only a matter of time.”

You swallowed. Robby. Family. Forever.

You weren’t quite ready for the topic to come up so abruptly, but there was a part of you that couldn’t shake the thought. The idea of a ring... It felt almost right, but the timing wasn’t there. Not yet.

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Later that evening, after they had returned to the apartment they’d rented for the trip, Robby sat down beside you on the couch, the quiet buzz of the city just outside the window. You had spent the day in a whirlwind of family introductions, old and new memories. It had been more than you expected—more than you had ever thought would be possible with someone else by your side.

You had been thinking about your family’s comments, especially Aunt Victoria’s. The idea of commitment, of forever, had been bubbling beneath the surface of your thoughts all day.

Robby was quieter than usual, his eyes flicking over to you with that deep, patient gaze that always made you feel like he was truly present in whatever moment you shared.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asked softly, his voice gentle.

You hesitated for a moment. Your family had given you an unspoken challenge today. The question of when, when you weren’t even sure of the how.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, shifting slightly. “My family, they keep talking about… forever. And it’s not like I haven’t thought about it. But I don’t know what the right time is. What if—”

“Y/N,” Robby cut her off softly, his hand on yours. “There’s no right time. There’s just us. And what we’ve built together.”

You turned to look at him, your breath caught in your throat. “What if we’re not ready?”

Robby smiled gently, a quiet understanding in his eyes. He cupped your face tenderly. “We don’t have to be ready. I’m just asking for a chance. A chance to make this forever. With you.”

Your heart thudded in your chest. Your throat tightened. He was asking you for more than you had ever been asked before. He wasn’t rushing you. He was simply offering a future, one that you knew, deep down, wanted.

The weight of the moment pressed on her, but this time it wasn’t heavy, it was soft, like the promise of tomorrow.

Robby reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, simple velvet box, opening it to reveal a delicate golden ring, simple but beautiful. He held it out to you with a quiet intensity.

“Y/N Williams, I don’t want to just be with you. I want to build a life with you. Will you marry me?”

Tears blurred your vision as you stared at the ring. Your heart swelled with everything you had felt for him over the past year. The laughter. The fights. The quiet moments. And now, this. The promise of forever.

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “Yes.”

Robby’s smile stretched across his face, and he gently slid the ring onto her finger. The room seemed to stand still, the only sound the soft hum of the city beyond.

As you kissed, the world outside seemed to fade away. You knew, without a doubt, that this was it. The beginning of forever. With Robby.

[miguelschamp]

all of the girls you loved before

pairing: robby keene x fem!reader

summary: robby decides to visit you after getting out of juvie

warnings: none really

a/n: this is kind of a part two to say don’t go, but honestly it can be read as a stand alone. requested by @helianthus22 (i hope you like it <3)

it had only been a few hours since robby was released. his first thought was to try and see sam. to maybe try and talk to her about everything that happened. unfortunately, that went as terrible as it could’ve gone, so now he was walking to see you. hoping that your visits meant you’d enjoy his company.

since the first time you’d visited, you had gone to see him every week after that. even if it was only a few times, robby appreciated it. he couldn’t imagine why you would’ve wanted to spend your time with him, but nonetheless, he valued your time.

as he approaches your door, nerves begin to take over. what if you actually didn’t want to see him? what if you visiting was just a good gesture and he was reading too much into it?

he sighs and shakes his head before knocking on the door. it’s only a few seconds before he hears the locks turning and the door opens.

your eyes go wide as you smile, “robby? oh my god, you’re out.”

“yeah.” he nods, “i hope it’s okay that i’m here. i just remembered your address from when we all hung out before-“

“no, no. of course it’s okay.” you say quickly before opening the door wider, “do you wanna come in?”

“sure.” he stammers stepping in, “thanks.”

“yeah.” you say closing the door before locking it and leading him through the house, “sorry, it’s so quiet. my mom works nights, so it’s just me.”

robby hums in acknowledgment as you lead him up the stairs to your room. as he enters, you chuckle nervously and shut the door behind him, “sorry, it’s so messy. i wasn’t expecting anyone.”

“it’s okay.” he says shaking his head, “it’s better than anything i’ve had.”

he takes a seat on your chair at your vanity as you move around to fix up a few things.

“so..” you say as you sit on the edge of your bed, “is there a reason why you came to see me? not that i mind your company, but i figured you’d probably go to sam.”

“i did.” he says, “she was with miguel.”

your face drops, “what?”

“yeah.” he mutters

“i’m so sorry.” you say softly, “that sucks.”

“yeah.” robby says. he clenches his jaw before shaking his head, “but i guess i should’ve known, right?”

you furrow yours brows, “no. you said that she wrote you a few times, so it was only natural to think that she might’ve wanted to see you. i had no idea she and miguel were seeing each other again. i’m so sorry.”

“it’s not your fault.”

your face saddens as you watch robby stare down at his hands. you couldn’t even imagine how he felt. feeling as though you had no one in the most trying time of your life.

you let out a sigh before standing, “come on. i have something i wanna show you.”

robby’s brows furrow as you walk toward your window and pull it open, “where are we going?”

“on the roof.” you chuckle before turning and climbing out

“what?”

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it had been about an hour since you pulled robby to sit on the roof. and he would be lying if he said it hadn’t calmed him. you had taken his mind off sam and his situation for the time being just by being yourself.

as you looked up at the sky, the stars seeming to catch your attention, robby looked at you. the one person who had been beside him throughout everything. although you two had been on opposite sides of the drama, you never let karate get in the way of being there for the people you cared about. no matter what, he would always be grateful to sam for introducing the two of you.

“y/n.”

“hm?” you hum looking over at him

“thank you.”

you furrow your brows with a smile, “for what?”

“being here for me.” he says and your face softens, “i know i probably didn’t show it all the time, but i do appreciate it. for awhile, i felt like i didn’t have anybody.”

“well, you have me.” you smile

robby’s face breaks into a small smile for the first time in a long time. as a comfortable silence settles between the two of you, you suddenly become aware of how close the two of you had gotten.

for a second, your eyes drift down to robby’s lips before drifting back up. before you know it, robby kisses you softly. giving you enough time to pull away and tell him you didn’t feel the same. when you kiss him back, he tilts his head slightly to deepen the kiss.

his hand comes up and cups your face before you pull away. small breaths escape your lips as your eyes flicker up to his.

“that wasn’t just a one time thing, was it?”

robby shakes his head, “i don’t want it to be.”

you smile brightly, “good.”

[cherryblossomcowgirl]

The Bolter

Jake Seresin x reader

Inspired by Taylor Swift’s ‘The Bolter’

WC: 1.4k

Warnings: abuse; alcoholism; death; overall bad childhood; abandonment issues; allusions to smut; swearing; toxicity; FLUFF

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I have been running for as long as I can remember. When I was 10, I ran away from home to the comfort of my grandparents. My Daddy always drank too much, but that night he started swinging on Momma. Memaw and Pawpaw begged her to leave. You both could live with them. Momma refused. Not long after that, Momma and Daddy were gone. A few years later, Pawpaw passed away. Memaw followed quickly and I am convinced she died of a broken heart. I ran to my brother after that, the only family I had left. Then I joined the Navy on the morning of my 18th birthday. Shipped out a month later. My brother teared up when he dropped me off. He told me that I run like life is a race. I told him every time I leave, I feel like I can breathe again. He hugged me and told me to visit soon. That was 10 years ago.

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Military life turned out to be perfect for me. Never in one place for long. Constantly being sent around the world on a moments notice. I got my degree. Graduated flight schools. Had my first deployment. Then graduated TOPGUN. I send Robbie emails and letters when I can. He’s married now, moved far away from our little Texas hometown. I recently got stationed in Coronado with a good friend of mine, Phoenix. She walks with me to the hanger, “So, any updates on the old love life?” I roll my eyes, “Haven’t been looking. Too busy moving in.” Her laugh rings through the ocean air, “Moving in what? All two of your boxes?” I throw my bag on the floor of the locker room, “Be quiet. First day celebratory beers after work?” She smirks, “Of course. I bet Penny has missed us.” We zip up our flight suits and find the conference room.

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Captain Mitchell is standing in front of the group, smiling at us when we walk in. “Hey ladies! Find a seat.” I glance around, only recognizing a couple aviators. Rooster and I had a deployment together. Bob Floyd was part of my TOPGUN class. They smile at me and Maverick clears his throat, “Okay everyone welcome our new squad mates, Phoenix and Bolter. Both TOPGUN grads with impressive records. Ladies, we are happy to have you here.” There’s some applause and Rooster whistles, making me chuckle. My eyes scan the squad, meeting the green eyes of a very attractive man. He winks at me, so I wink right back. I’ve been called a lot of things in my day, but shy has never been one of them. Phoenix elbows me, “That’s Hangman. He’s worse than you.” A smirk spreads across my face, “We’ll see about that.”

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Rooster motions for me to join the group as I hop out of my jet. I take off my helmet and unzip the top of my suit, this California heat is getting to me. He throws an arm around me, “Everyone hit the showers and regroup at the Hard Deck. Let’s welcome these ladies back to Coronado the right way.” They all nod in agreement. The blonde one, Hangman, looks between Rooster and I. He raises an eyebrow, “So Bradshaw, is this your girl?” Rooster laughs, “No, Hangman. Bolter here is a friend of mine. We deployed together a few years back.” Hangman nods, “Good to know.” He turns on his heel and heads to the locker room. I watch as he walks away, drinking up his tall and toned figure. Rooster sighs, “This won’t be good.”

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The Hard Deck is packed like it always is on Fridays. I grab beers for me and Phe, heading over to the pool table. Hangman walks up with a cocktail smile, “So, Bolter… where’d that name come from?” Phe and Rooster giggle. I take a swig of my beer, “I’m assuming Hangman has to do with how you fly, right?” He nods and I shrug, “Mine is more about my home life. I’m a runner.” Hangman’s eyes narrow, as if he’s trying to decide if I’m joking. Rooster smacks my back, “You should’ve seen this one on our last deployment. She’d give you a run for your money, Seresin.” His brow furrows, “I highly doubt that.” Phe chuckles, “She’s got a pretty face, southern charm… but she’ll break a man’s heart and run away every single time. The Bolter.” I take a long sip and shrug, “Guilty as charged.” Phoenix and Rooster return to their game of pool with Bob and Coyote, but Hangman stays behind. His southern accent comes out a little bit more with each drink. He leans in, “Where are you from, darling?” I try to ignore the fact that the pet name has my heart beating faster, “East Texas. You?” “Austin.” I roll my eyes, “Dear Lord, don’t tell me you’re a Longhorn.” He throws his horns up and I pretended to gag. Hangman raises an eyebrow, “Let me guess… East Texas… Red Raider?” I put my guns up and he laughs, “Well darling, I’ll forgive you. We’ll have you in burnt orange in no time.” He playfully pats my back and I focus on anything but him touching me. The night continues for a couple more hours and then I wrap Rooster in a hug, “I’m gonna head out.” Phe kisses my cheek, “Need a ride?” I shake my head, “Don’t head home on my account. I’ll order an uber.” Hangman pulls his keys out of his pocket, “I need to head out anyway, let me drop you off?” I playfully loop my arm in his, “Why not, Cowboy.” Rooster and Phoenix shake their heads and laugh.

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Hangman starts up his truck and I chuckle. He looks over at me, “What’s so funny?” I motion to the truck, “You can take the boy out of Texas…” “Well what do you drive?” A smirk spreads over my face, “A truck.” We laugh and I type my address into his phone. He leaves the windows down. The smell of the ocean surrounds us and it almost drowns out the smell of his cologne. He turns down the radio, “Do I get to know your real name?” I tap my chin, “Hmmm… only if you tell me yours.” His green eyes sparkle, “My name’s Jake. Jake Seresin.” “I’m Y/n.” He looks at me for a moment. Not a passing glance. He looks at me and he sees me. His southern drawl is thick, “Pretty name for a pretty girl.” Then I do something that I never do, a blush spreads across my cheeks. It’s so foreign to me that I have no idea what to do. I turn towards the window, hoping the wind helps the red fade. Jake definitely notices but just smirks. He pulls into the parking lot of my apartment complex and turns off the engine. I look at him and he puts his hands up, “I’m just walking you to the door.” I chuckle and think about my past romantic encounters, chivalry isn’t very common nowadays. Jake walks around the truck and opens my door, following me up the steps. I stop in front of my door, “This is me.” He flashes one of his bright white smiles, “I had a good time with you tonight, Y/n.” My gaze falls to my feet, “Me too, Jake.” He runs his hand through his golden locks, “I’ll see you at work?” I nod as he turns to walk away. Maybe I was a little disappointed. He’s one of the hottest men I have ever seen and he didn’t hint for an invite to join me for another drink. Maybe he’s a trophy hunter, likes the buildup and the chase. My brain flickers back to the moment a blush colored my cheeks. The way my heart was beating out of my chest when he called me darling. I’m not a romantic, probably the furthest from it, so this is beyond confusing for me. Jake looks back at me, probably wondering why I haven’t opened my door and retreated into my apartment. “You okay, darling?” There goes my heart again. I close the distance between us and get on my tiptoes so our noses touch. “I’m not used to southern gentleman. You’re acting a little too honorable right now.” A darkness falls over his green eyes as his lips crash into mine. It’s messy. It’s needy. It takes my breath away. He pulls back and smirks, “Goodnight, darling.”

[flofaiiry]

Finding out about Frank’s pills and being his support system. Taking him to rehab and picking him up from it when his stay is over. Waiting outside of his NA meetings for him. Meeting in on-call rooms at the hospital when he has a bad day and just needs a moment

ok i was so close to writing smth like this a while ago but i couldn't find the words to start so thank u for this!!! i think if ppl in the hospital knew that u were seeing each other, robby would def come and tell u what happened right after he confronts him abt it, and tells u you can go home to see him. (in a world where pittfest didnt happen and he didn't have a reason to come back that day) u go to him and after a lot of talking he agrees to go to rehab so u bring him and visit as often as u can while he's there. when he gets back and starts to go back to work again you're shooting him constant looks across the er, busy with your own patients but always taking enough pause just for your eyes to ask "you okay?" sometimes he'll nod, sometimes he won't do anything in response, and that's when you know he needs a sec. so you'll find an excuse to pull him aside into an empty treatment room or down an unused hallway to remind him to breathe, and tell you what's on his mind.

[bullet-prooflove]

Okay sorry for the amount I am about to write. I just need to get my words out. Is there anyone else in the er that knows about CiCi’s past? Is there someone who might recognise her from coming into the er years ago with suspicious injuries? Or is there a time when one of her ‘clients’ is in the er when she bringing in another patient and recognises her? Or do Jack and John keep it on lockdown when it comes to that information? I feel like if anyone knew it would be Robby purely because all those years ago Jack suddenly has this kid in his life who he’s basically adopted and is getting on the right track.

No problem on the amount, you brought up some really fun shit and I’m sorry this is such a long answer.

So Robby 100% does know about her past because like you said Jack suddenly ends up with this kid in his home and he’s gonna talk to his bestie about that. I think even before the incident with Seamus (her dad) at the boxing gym, he was in talks with Maria, Greg (the gym owner) and Robby about the best course of action for Cici as there is a lot of variables when it comes to kids who have suffered abuse and he was trying to work out the best way to offer help without sending her running. (a very common theme in my experience with care kids) Dana was probs in that circle too from the work she was doing with trafficking victims. I believe Jack would have sought her advice.

I honestly don’t think Cici would have attended the ER prior to working there because her family would have known that it would raise a redflags. Any injuries she would have sustained from ‘clients’ they would have taken care of at home and the injuries were never serious enough to warrant a hospital visit. Her family are generational criminals they’ve been taking care of their own shit for years.

A massive important aspect of the care kid experience (again from when I’ve worked with Cici’s age group) is giving them the ability to tell their own story if and when they want to. It impacts their sense of identity and autonomy massively. When you’re in care everyone knows your story from your social worker, to the support worker to the admin staff, it doesn’t give you room to be anyone else outside of that.

Maria would have made it very clear to Robby/Dana/Jack how incredibly important it is that Cici has that space as it would allow her to grow and thrive without feeling judged. It was also Maria that suggested Cici change her last name to help her create her own identity away from everything she had been through and to severe that connection completely to a criminal family esp if she was working alongside first responders such as the police, etc who would have had contact with them.

While Cici knows Robby and Dana are aware of her past they have never mentioned it to her, because its HER story. However they do exhibit protective traits, both checking in if they sense something is off or if an incident occurs on their watch.

After her father’s outburst at the hospital at Jack, one or two people may have put it together but it would never be mentioned to her or Jack. They know Cici, they know Jack and the horrible shit the dad was spouting is not to be repeated. However you know they made his stay very uncomfortable before he was taken to jail for beating the shit out of that kid with a pistol.

John has a complete cone of silence over this whole thing. Whatever Cici says to him is between him and Cici and it doesn’t go beyond him, not even to Jack.

On the ‘client’ thing. I’ve always had this little inkling that John and Cici would end up running into a ‘client’ while out on a date or something like that. The guy would tell John he was her first and John would want to be beat the shit out of him. Cici afterwards would tell John he wasn’t her first, he was one of a long line of ‘firsts’ because her father repeatedly sold her ‘virginity’ to get a better amount of money out of some of the clients who wanted ‘the virgin experience’. Cici is very detached about this period of her life and although embarrassed, brushes it off, while it sticks with John.

John would turn to Jack/Faye in the aftermath of this because it fucks with his head and he isn’t sure how to deal with it on a personal level. Hearing Cici talk about it is one thing but experiencing it is another. Jack ends up discussing the times he’s treated her dad in the past (remember how Jack said ‘you’ll give yourself another heart attack’) since they took Cici and how he’s experienced similar emotions. I could literally see him saying, there was a moment where he thought about not bringing him back after a coke induced heart attack, but he couldn’t be that part of Cici’s story, and John shouldn’t be either. She’s left that behind her, let’s keep it behind her.

Any other questions please don’t hesitate to fire away!

[random-fandom1984]

Hello! If it's okay to request Can you do the reactions/interactions of TF earthspark to a pod full of sparkling beans?

thank you!

Okay, let's do this!

(I also made a little headcannon about Elita-1, and it's been a while since I started watching the series so I don't know if it would seem like she would do that. I'm not doing the Terrans because I don't have the mental will to do them. And I'm only going to be doing ones that I can actually think of.)

Autobots:

Elita-1, Optimus and Megatron

I feel like if these three were put in charge of taking care of a rouge sparkling found in the woods, they would all co-parent. Elita is the mom, Optimus is the dad, and Megatron is the papa.

Optimus would obviously teach the little one what's right and wrong and would give them a light scolding if they did something bad. I mean, it's a sparkling, they have no awareness of what they're doing.

Elita-1 would teach the little one to fight in self-defense, and somehow actually works? Like, if one of Mandroid's bots tried to take the sparkling, the little one would body slam, the elbow, and all types of wrestling moves. Meanwhile, Optimus and Elita are in the corner, watching this go down. He turns to her and asks, "Did you have them watch W.W.E.?" Meanwhile, Elita just has a proud, smug smile, hands on her hip plates, proud of the little one.

And Megatron would teach the little one about morals and ideals. Considering that he was a warlord that hurt and killed many innocent lives, who is now a better person; he has experience going down a dark road and doesn't want them to come across it and go down that same path that will on bring pain and misery to not just everyone around them, but also themselves once they've acknowledged what they've done.

Bumblebee

Sorry, excuse me, older brother coming through-

He's a good older brother figure and is not afraid to admit it! He does gets annoyed when the Terrans, Mo, and Robby tease him for it.

He's very excited about what their alt-mode's gonna be. Maybe an ice cream truck!

When he sees the sparkling somehow fighting, he's kinda surprised before he recognizes those moves and his face turns into a -_- and asks, "Elita let them watch the W.W.E. again?"

Arcee

Cool aunt, all the way.

Will spoil the sparkling and teach the little one some moves other than the ones in the W.W.E. that Elita-1 let them watch. They need to learn real moves, such as martial arts!

She finds it cute how the little one wouldn't cry when they fall to the ground, but instead stubbornly get back up with some cute honks with a determined face, causing her to cover her smile and hold back laughing at how cute this is.

Will visit the Malto's frequently just for the little one.

Grimlock

I see him as the wise uncle.

He always gives out words of advice and they work, for example, Jawbreaker.

He'll be gentle with the little one but would be aggressive to those who intend to harm or use the sparkling for evil and/or greedy purposes. He does not want them to go through what he went through in the Bot Brawl in Philidelphia.

Doesn't really care about the sparkling biting him, he just sees it as the little one letting out their inner Dinobot, and it's not like it'll hurt him; he can barely feel it.

Wheeljack

The fresh-out-of-jail uncle because of his experiments.

I can see him more like his G1 version around the sparkling. So, if he's doing an experiment and the little one is around, make sure someone will nab the sparkling before it explodes in Wheeljack's face.

Had the things on the side of his head glow every time he speaks because the sparkling enjoys it.

Unknowingly a bad influence with the amount of times they watched him perform experiments only for them to blow up.

Decepticons

Soundwave

New sparkling acquired. Kids, you now have a younger-

Feels like this is a blessing from Primus because of what happened to Rumble. Because of that, he's overprotective of the sparkling, and so are the other Minicons: Frenzy, Laserbeak, Ravage.

He now has something to fill in the part of his spark that died with Rumble's death.

When the sparkling accidentally hurts themselves, Soundwave will feel a sense of guilt as he's trying to heal them up. He's supposed to protect them, but they ended up getting hurt and he feels like he should've done better. But if someone tries to hurt the sparkling, all hell breaks loose. Soundwave and his minicons will hunt down the person who hurt the little one and tear them a new one.

Shockwave

Isn't really emotionally attached at all.

He does take care of them, but will raise them to be strong because, to him, the weak should serve the strong, and he will not raise a weakling. He is also glad that the sparkling isn't a disgusting hybrid like the Terrans.

He would even perform experiments on the sparkling, such as chemical enhancements to make them stronger than the traitorous Megatron.

Would pull a Mother Gothel and manipulate the little one as they grow up that what he's doing is for the greater good and that they are the key to that future.

Tarantulas

Unlike Shockwave, he does get emotionally attached and cares for them like a parent should.

He doesn't want them to live in fear because of GHOST thinking that the sparkling is affiliated with him because he's considered a Decepticon, which is why he decided to make the hologram avatars so they can hide and be safe.

Gave, even made, some toys for the little one that will enhance parts of the processor so they can be an intelligent individual just like their Sire.

At the end of the Missed Connections episode, he gave them to Nightshade so then they would be out of GHOST's hands. Believing that he was captured by GHOST, I think that he would stay there for the sake of the one he considers his own. When in custody, he would never mention anything about his sparkling for their safety.

[purpleheartskies]

"Second Place. Second Place. Second Place."

After s5e5, s6e5 feels like a long time coming...

Robby's entire character journey is rooted in his traumas. He's hit such low points that he's said things that show how hopeless he is about himself and about how Johnny treats him.

"You were right. It was a mistake trying to help me because I can't change." (s3e2) "I screwed everything up... It just made things worse, and now it's never going to get better." (s4e10) "I'm sick of blaming you, Dad." (s4e10)

After everything Johnny has put Robby through and everything Robby has experienced including being beaten into submission by Miguel with Johnny's permission right before hearing the baby news, is it really that hard to fathom that this kid who has been losing hope more and more because of all the traumas and losses in his life just, essentially, shut down and gave up fighting for himself against Johnny, Miguel, and everyone?

Robby isn't even allowed to talk to Johnny about their issues, without Johnny getting defensive and deflecting, mostly turning things onto Robby. Johnny's always been this way. Like in s2e1, when Robby said he needed more time to forgive him, Johnny immediately accused Robby of training with Daniel to torture Johnny. And in s3e4, Johnny immediately got defensive the moment Robby got upset after Johnny admit that he had missed the scheduled visit because of going to the hospital. He got more defensive as Robby kept calling him out for choosing Miguel over him, and Johnny eventually deflected that Robby put Miguel in the hospital. Regardless, it's Johnny's responsibility as Robby's parent to be there for Robby first and foremost. In s5e1, Johnny apologized for tricking Robby into the trip, but then he started manipulating Robby in different ways (gaslighting and guilting him, again deflecting) just to get Robby to stay to help him find Miguel. That trip and the "stories" they made were regardless all so that Johnny could find Miguel and restore him as "first place" in Johnny's life. In s5e8, Johnny told Robby not to "be like that" when Robby passed the comment about fatherly advice.

This kid has had to put up with so much shit from Johnny. It's exhausting for someone to have keep fighting against a rival that they'll never win against. Like Robby had told Tory in s5e4, he and Johnny have some issues that are too big to solve. Yet, another assessment about the hopelessness of his situation with Johnny.

In s6e5, Robby once again spoke about his hopelessness:

"It's still better than always coming in second." The face he made as he said "second", as if it's so painful to think about.

Yes, the focus was on his tournament losses when he was practicing later on.

"Second place. Second place. Second place."

But the sheer intensity of Robby's anger can't be ignored. Robby's trauma of being second place stems deeper than just being second place in the tournaments. His whole life he's been second place in Johnny's life and in Shannon's life. Throughout the series, he's been second place to Miguel in karate and in relationships, especially with Johnny. Everyone sided with Miguel over him after the school fight.

Now, he's second place to this new family that Johnny has. How Johnny put together the family in s5 is already proof of that, but that continued in s6.

In s6, Johnny continued to treat Robby as if Johnny's never done him any wrong, like Johnny doesn't need to make amends or help him with his future, and that focusing on the new family is Johnny's priority and Robby isn't.

In s6e2, after Miguel read his letter to Stanford, all the adults, including Johnny, praised it. Miguel then asked Robby his opinion, and Robby commented that Miguel made him the bad guy in it. Miguel innocently said that he could remove Robby's name from it. Robby said it was okay because it's not like Robby is applying to Stanford or any college. Johnny then emptily said that both boys have good future prospects.

First off, all the adults are fine with Miguel framing Robby as the bad guy. They are all still actively scapegoating Robby for the school fight. This is not even a question. Yaya and Carmen are enablers. They're definitely going to scapegoat Robby and act like Miguel did no wrong. However, Johnny, specifically, has never cared at all about what happened in the school fight. In s4e4, several months after it had happened, Johnny threw in Robby's face that he'd gotten kicked out of school, and when Robby tried to tell Johnny what had happened in the school fight, Johnny dismissed Robby with an "I wasn't there", as in "I don't care".

Second, "I don't care" overshadows their entire relationship, even now. In s1e4, Robby told Johnny that he hasn't cared for 16 years and Johnny ended that conversation with an "I don't care". Johnny very clearly doesn't care about helping Robby with his future prospects. Robby has to figure that out on his own.

In s6e5, when Miguel tried to "convince" Robby that Miguel's future and life are more worth changing, Robby put him in his place. The pact that Robby had made with Tory earlier gave Robby some belief in himself again, that he can be more than second place. For the first time since s5e5, Robby was ready to fight for himself and for his future again.

Yes, kiddo! Don't trust this guy or his family. They don't have your back. You're the one they'll sacrifice for his future. They've been fine with scapegoating you and with how Johnny has been treating you this whole time.

Miguel gaslit Robby after their fight in s5e5. Here, in s6e5, Miguel was gaslighting Robby again. I know some will brush this off, but this is gaslighting. Miguel started by telling Robby that no matter what happens tomorrow, he's got no beef with Robby. This is to let Robby know that Miguel will do whatever it takes to win and Robby should be okay with that. Then, Miguel proceeded to "convince" Robby that Miguel really needs this. Robby rightfully countered that Robby doesn't? Miguel then said that he's thinking about Stanford and that, if they look at his application again, then this could be really life changing for him. Robby rightfully called him out for his assertion that Robby's life isn't worth changing because he's not going to college. Miguel immediately tried to claim that's not what he was saying. But that was definitely Miguel's assertion. Miguel wanted to convince Robby that Miguel needs this win more than him because Miguel believes that his own future is more important.

It's so important to note how alone Robby is. ROBBY DOES NOT HAVE THE SUPPORT OF THE PEOPLE AROUND HIM. No one, other than Tory, truly believes in him. This is facts. We saw this in that simple, seemingly benign scene for Miguel's college letter. This is not surprising at all. I've been pointing out the dysfunction in this family for so long now. s6 continued with these characterizations to a tee.

Despite what fans claim about the toxic blended family, s6e5 showed once again that Robby is all alone. After the school fight, when Robby was at his lowest, no one was on his side. Everyone did take Miguel's side over his blindly, which was once again shown in s6e2. They still act like Miguel's the good guy and Robby's the bad guy in the rivalry that Miguel had started, continued, and ended on his own terms.

Robby is in a subtly toxic environment in which he can't be himself, has to settle for being "second place" to Miguel and the unborn plot device, and has to have his guard up all the time. Robby is still in survival mode.

Tory's mom said that life dealt them a bad hand. Life dealt Robby a bad hand too. Two parents who abandoned and neglected him for pretty much his whole life, even to the point of abuse. They're still neglecting him in some ways and emotionally neglecting him, giving him more trauma. A mentor who took him in, called him family but then discarded him after he screwed up and without even giving him a chance to explain. Who didn't even hear his side of the story for the most traumatizing experience in his life. A friend turned girlfriend turned person he barely talks to but just hangs out with who used him, turned on him, and then used him again, all while dismissing her own and her boyfriend's wrongs against him. Not to mention, being scapegoated by everyone for the fight in school between him and Miguel that Miguel himself started and escalated to the point it got to. A scapegoating that is still going on.

I find it interesting that they framed Robby's trauma as based on him being "second place". This is something Johnny and Tory both understand.

In '84, Kreese broke Johnny's trophy and strangled him for coming in second place.

"Second place is no place! ... You're nothing. You're a loser."

In s4e5, Kreese taunted Johnny:

"Has it really come down to this? Johnny Lawrence playing second fiddle to little Danny LaRusso."

In fact, in s6e5, Kreese told Tory:

"When push comes to shove, they'll always figure out a reason to keep you second fiddle to Larusso's kid."

Not to mention, Tory has technically lost all of her fights with Sam.

And, back in s4e1, Kreese told Robby about Johnny:

"He chose Diaz, and left you with that mark on your head."

In s6e5, Johnny, Robby, and Tory all were dealing with their trauma from feeling second, not good enough, like the underdog who'll never win. Johnny was feeling second to Daniel. Robby feels second always. Tory repeated Kreese's words to Amanda, that they would keep Tory second to Sam. Tory has always felt that she has to fight for every inch of what she has, and she had just lost the most important person to her. The person who had taught her to be a fighter.

Earlier, when Robby had told Tory that her "win" at the avt was better than always coming in second, Tory told him that this was their chance to win big. They then made a deal to stick together and win the Sekai Taikai together. That sounds like an "it's us against the world" pact. Later, when Tory lost her mom, she told the doctor that she had no one, which in the end was not true. The LaRussos, Robby, and Devon all wanted support Tory. Tory has been alone and unsupported for so long that she believes that she's still all alone. Kreese had been the first person in a long while to support her and help her (even if he had/has ulterior motives, which she isn't aware of). It's sadly understandable why she chose to go back to him and join Cobra Kai.

Their deal and the match later clearly indicated that Robby feels all alone too. He truly doesn't have a true family or support system, which has been shown. When Tory showed up at the match, Robby felt supported again. Robby didn't notice that something was wrong with Tory, though. It's understandable because of his own headspace at the time. He was very much dealing with his own traumas. Sure, Robby seems "happy" all the time on the outside, but the shadow boxing scene is Robby's raw anger on the inside. The self-hate and "hate" he has due to his traumas. It's still all there! Of course, it is! Robby's been lead to believe, by Mr. Balance (Daniel) who himself can't "find balance", that Robby needs to "let go" of his emotions to "find balance". But, he's just burying his emotions, like he instinctively buried the egg to protect it in s5e7. So when Tory came to the match, Robby was not in a good headspace at the time. After he had won his match, he was still exhilarated by that win. But, he did start noticing that something was wrong as he watched Tory fight.

Johnny's "second place" insecurities with Daniel were also in play. Johnny was first upset that Daniel kept treating him like they weren't karate sensei partners, until Daniel admit that they are karate sensei partners and Daniel should treat him that way. Then, during Tory and Sam's match, Johnny's insecurities intervened again when Daniel first intervened in the match and later when Johnny egged on Tory's assumption that Daniel and Amanda were taking sides, which was quite hypocritcal of Johnny. He himself has been giving his son "second place" trauma because he chooses Miguel over his son. He offered up Sam as Tory's punching bag here, just like he offered Robby up to Miguel in s5e5. Luckily, Daniel and Amanda were there to put a stop to it. Johnny was projecting his own past onto Tory and was not reading the room and not helping properly. Afterwards, Johnny was pretty riled up because of seeing how Tory wanted to deal with her mom's death by fighting it out. Hearing the news had brought back his own feelings for when his mom had died. He told Daniel that it would have been helped him back then if he was able to fight it out like he had wanted to. His mom's death had led to him making the worst mistake of his life: abandoning Robby. A mistake that Johnny has been trying to overwrite since s1e4, first by using Miguel and, since s5e3, by using the baby. Johnny hasn't been trying to redeem himself. He's been trying to cover up his past. That's why he so easily dropped Robby completely after the conversation with Ali in s3e10 about not living in the past.

The setup for part 2 for Johnny, Robby, and Tory is interesting. Kreese knows all of their weaknesses and traumas. Kreese is using Tory's grief to his advantage. In s5e9, Robby had walked into the CK dojo and confronted Silver to give Tory support. Robby is likely going to do what he can to get her out from Kreese's grasps. Tory's mom's death brought back Johnny's own feelings when his mom had died and he'd abandoned Robby. Will Johnny try to help Tory because Johnny doesn't want to see Tory go down that path that he himself once did and maybe because Johnny also wants to help Robby help her. (I know... wishful thinking on the latter, but Johnny's redemption needs to start at some point.)

Johnny's and Robby's stories have to resolve. Their character journeys have always been intertwined (despite Johnny being useless and horrible to Robby). Based on what we know so far, it sounds like those resolutions are finally coming in part 2 during the Sekai Taikai. "The Resurrection" stage of Johnny's and Robby's character journeys align with part 2. In this stage, Johnny and Robby will reach the goal of their character journeys. This is when the character stops believing in their "lie", gives up their "want", starts believing in their "truth", and achieves their "need", if these are meant to be positive change arcs. Part 1 was "The Road Back" stage. Interestingly, Robby's "lie" was challenged and his "truth" and "need" were explored in s6e5. Robby's "lie" is not believing in himself and his worth because of his traumas. His "truth" is believing in himself and his worth, and his "need" is to "find balance". When Robby accepted his "truth", he was able to achieve his "need". Even if though it was brief, it was shown.

It's interesting that they paced Robby's story in s6 to pick up in ep 5. This reminded me of how his story in s1 picked up in ep 5. Since watching s1e5, I've wanted Robby to get the world, but all he's gotten is pretty much loss after loss after loss.

s6e5 really brought home that some of the odds against Robby are that he's all alone. He doesn't have parents or mentors, a support system, that believes in him, will be there for him, or will fight for him. They didn't when he truly needed them to after the school fight. They scapegoated him instead and continue to act like he's the bad guy in the story.

It does make me sad. I've always wanted Johnny to step up for Robby and to start building a real relationship with Robby, but s6 part 1 continued to show that Johnny still isn't building a real relationship with Robby.

In s6e4, when Devon got upset with Johnny for arguing with Barnes, she told Johnny that Barnes missed all her "good moments". My immediate thought was that Johnny missed all of Robby's "good moments" in life. Johnny did that intentionally too. They're never going to get those moments back, and Johnny has been wasting the rest of Robby's childhood running after random people (and these are still random people to Robby, who has to put on a charade and be around them so that Johnny doesn't abandon him again).

And, yet, Johnny did see Robby win the match for captaincy and Johnny himself crowned Robby as captain. So, maybe this is where the turning point begins for them. Because this is the first important win Robby got in the series, and Johnny was there and was happy to see it, even though it came at Miguel's loss. For the first time, Robby was not "second place". He rightfully earned "first place".

Robby got the win and this "good moment" with his dad proud of him. This is seriously a huge moment for Robby. Johnny got to see this "good moment". Hopefully, Johnny will be there to see all of Robby's "good moments" from now on. And, hopefully, Robby will get many many more "good moments" in his life. (Yes, I will keep gloating about this win. 😊)

Don't know what to expect in s6 part 2, but I really hope Robby gets his big win. The sad thing is that this win and this moment in s6e5 happened alongside the plot that Tory's mom had died. No good moments last for Robby. (Hopefully, there is some context as to why Robby didn't immediately go after Tory. Amanda was not present at the headband scene, so maybe she went then and Robby went afterwards.) Seeing that Tory joined Cobra Kai for the Sekai Taikai means that Robby's not going to be in a good headspace as the tournament starts. He'll probably also blame himself that he hadn't told anyone that Kreese had approached and talked to Tory. Because Robby feels and is all alone, he's probably going to try to help Tory on his own.

A major theme in the story is the struggle to "find balance" due to dealing with trauma. It's not using karate to get into your dream college. That's a character motivation. Just like the pact that Robby and Tory made to win to get on the podium is a character motivation. Robby actually has a character journey that is exploring the theme. Robby will need to "find balance" in order to win. He will need to believe in himself and his worth. Without Tory, I don't know how he'll do it. We'll have to wait and see...

(As always, please don't comment or reblog with dismissive comments about the nuance in the story. The nuance is part of the story, and the story is exploring important topics like trauma, bullying, neglect, and dysfunctional relationships.)

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McKenzie fic?

McKenzie Quick Fic - Finally Had some time 😭 Bit out of writing practice but I hope this will suffice 😂😭

The morning breeze whistled through the air cheerfully pulling up fallen leaves sweeping them back up to the ocean hued sky. A somewhat lively Charles Lee Ray had been strolling along the side walk flipping through his mail, tearing a jury duty letter into pieces tossing it into the garbage without batting an eye. His mood for once above the horizon of hell and barely elevated but just enough to hold up a frown…well for a brief moment before he felt eyes on him. Those eyes….Fuck…

“HI CHARLES”

Shit

There she was: McKenzie Wall. The reason that made him believe god was real and punishing him with every interaction with her or someone even the devil didn’t want. He couldn’t ignore her, she’d steal his shovel again and make him go to her doorstep to retrieve it and like hell he would go through that again. Yelling wasn’t an option, she’d just keep taking…Always talking it was a miracle his ears hadn’t bled yet. Not to mention she was in the PTO at the kids school, one wrong move and she’d make both his, Tiff’s and the kids lives hell for months…He didn’t need that again.

“Charles!”

“Hm?” She snapped him from his vacant daze, coming closer to him, pursing her lips lightly rocking back and forth on her heels once she was at an appropriate distance…well appropriate for her, for him…it was way to close.

“Hi! How are you doing!? Noticed to were tossing your mail in the trash! That’s great happy to see you’ve moved past littering. We wanna keep this neighborhood clean remember!?”

The redhead quietly clenched his jaw at her words forcing a tight smile his sharp canines digging right into his lower lip.

“Ha yeah peachy…and yeah won’t forget after last time…” he muttered crumbling the rest of mail into a fist.

“Say you wouldn’t have an issue watching my son this afternoon?” She pressed further stepping closer.

“What? I mind…A lot McKenzie. I’m busy” he continued digging his nails into the skin of his scarred palm.

“Busy? I mean I never see you working Charles. And you love kids!”

“No I have kids there’s a difference and I work remote” he responded immediately trying to pull away from her and her coffee stained teeth.

“Ah okay…Well since you’re free right now I need somebody to talk to and you just so happened to be here” she grinned motioning for him to follow her.

“Uh—“

“So my ex husband is coming over since well it’s his turn to watch Urhighness”

He furrowed his brows at that name. That stupid ass name for her bratty ass kid. Fitting.

“And I don’t want him to take my son to his house with his whore ass wife. Can you believe that actual audacity of that woman who wants to take MY son and turn him against me?” she spoke raising her hands with every word.

“And you remember that guy I was seeing? Robby right? Can you believe he packed everything and left me? In the middle of night and for a MAN….A MAN. Absolutely heinous.”

“Uh huh tragic” he frowned suppressing an eye roll slowly making his way to his front porch. But there she was following him ever so slightly…suddenly the idea of a car driving by and him jumping infront of it became all the more appealing.

“And I was thinking you could talk with him while I took my son out during his visit”

That snapped his hearing into focus

“Oh fuck no” he blurted forgetting Tiffany’s suburban language guide.

“Excuse me?” She retired with a brow raise.

“I said No, sorry if ya haven’t heard that word before. But no I ain’t getting involved. Good Fucking Day” he forced a smile tossing the crumbled ball of letters right infront of her, returning to his stroll back to his home and slamming the door behind him.

Just as he managed to toss himself on his couch there was a knock. One he would’ve ignored waiting for the person to go away but it didn’t. It just kept getting louder and louder. When he couldn’t take the irritating thuds anymore he threw himself upward and tanked the front door open.

“WHAT” he yelled and there he was . The little hell spawn, eyes widen with a note taped to his chest.

I’ll be back in 2 Hours! And if you leave him unattended I’ll bring back the neighborhood watch team!

“…Fuck my life”

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For the @steddiesummerexchange to @stevesjockstrap!

Batter Up: Chapter 1 of 5

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Rated: Explicit

Summary: This fluffy story is about Baseball Player Steve Harrington, meeting Rock Star Eddie Munson and the whirlwind 1-week romance turned committed relationship. They're instantly obsessed with one another, but neither knows how to take things to the next level. Enjoy Steve being a love-sick idiot! (The story turns explicit in Chapter 4, other chapters are all fluff).

Read Chapter 1 below, or [read it on Ao3]

Big thank you to @thefreakandthehair for beta reading for me and helping me with my NBA terms!

Graphic made by me!

“I think I’m in love,” Steve said wistfully as he cradled his chin in his hands. “In love?” Robin asked incredulously, sipping her cocktail as she lounged on Steve’s patio furniture. She was visiting for the weekend, and Steve was happy to have his best friend around for even a short while. It had been a minute since the studio had released Robin from her filming schedule, and Steve had been keen to take up as much of her time as possible. 

Despite his excitement, Robin seemed unimpressed by Steve’s confession. “I don’t know, Robbie. It feels like it. Like it really feels like it,” Steve sighed, leaning back and tipping his head over the backrest. “How long have you known this guy?” She asked, stretching her legs across Steve’s lap. “A week…”

Steve cringed at his own reply, knowing that stating he was in love and that he had known Eddie Munson for one week was a ridiculous thing. “I think you’re infatuated, Steve,” Robin chastised, finishing her cocktail and taking the olive out of the bottom of her glass. “You always get it bad. But you should go for it— you sure he’s into you?” “Oh yeah…” Steve breathed, closing his eyes and smiling as he recalled the memory. 

He met Eddie a little over a week ago, and they had been occupying each other’s lives relentlessly ever since. They had met up at least four times in the last seven days, and Steve was planning to see him again tomorrow. 

It had only taken until the second or third meeting for them to catch on to the fact that they were both obviously flirting with one another. Knowing who was and who wasn’t queer wasn’t always easy, and Steve had zero experience in that department. Actually, it was a bit scary, but he couldn’t shake the fact that Eddie made him want to try. He could tell that they were attracted to one another, so there wasn’t a risk there. The only risk was if they were found out. Steve was trying to will his mind away from that topic, though. He was just happy to be in love— infatuated— with Eddie. Really, his nerves were the only things that were stopping him from taking that last step toward more forward flirtation. 

“He’s sort of a shit-stirrer, you know,” Robin offered. She looked amused as she spoke, as if she thought Steve’s current obsession was quaint, before popping her olive into her mouth. 

“Well, he’s a rock star, isn’t he? Kind of hand in hand, right?” Steve asked, his stomach lurching just a bit. Logically, he knew all this, but he also knew he was being ignorant on purpose to help foster his crush. “He got out of rehab kind of recently, you sure you want this one?” Robin questioned, her tone not lacking judgment. Robin had never understood his taste in men, but it sounded like her comment was coming more from a place of concern rather than a true effort to dissuade him. “He’s actually really sweet, Rob. Like… he’s a giant fucking nerd. Like giant,” Steve replied, smiling at her. “You should have seen how excited he was to talk to me about Barbarella when I told him I had seen it.” “You’re welcome,” Robin nodded, and Steve gave her leg a little pinch in retaliation. Truly, the only reason he knew any oddball movies was because of Robin. She yelped in response and flicked the toothpick that had been holding her olive at Steve in retaliation. “Okay, just… be careful, yeah? Protection and—” “Robin,” Steve said sharply, cutting her off as if she was being ridiculous. “Seriously, Steve,” Robin sighed, using a firmer tone. “Rock star life— the chances of him… you know. You know I’m not judgy of that, I just don’t want you getting… sick.” “I hear you, I hear you. You don’t need to remind me,” Steve confirmed, soothing the spot he had pinched earlier. He understood why Robin was concerned, even if the last conversation he wanted to be having was about using a condom. She was right though… he didn’t want to get all wrapped up in love and lust and throw caution to the wind. As awkward as it was going to be, he’d ask whether Eddie was clean or not before they got into anything— if they got into anything. “When are you seeing him then? Where?” Robin asked, getting off the furniture and walking back over to the little bar cart nearby. “Batting cage,” Steve indicated, motioning for Robin to make him a drink as well. 

“Steve,” Robin replied sharply, whipping around as she shook up another martini. “The batting cage?” “No, seriously,” Steve sighed, waving her off. “We were chatting and flirting and all that, it sort of devolved into me saying I could show him how to do it. Batting, that is, and he was like… all into it. At the time, at least. I think it’s just a… you know, flirty thing.” “Oh, come on. You’re not that corny, are you?” Robin asked, pouring their drinks. “You’re going to show him how to bat? Jesus Christ, Steve.” “Hey, when was the last time you pulled a lady for a week of flirting?” Steve retorted as he reached for the glass Robin was handing him. “Ass,” Robin breathed, plunking down beside him. “You know it’s not the same with girls.” Steve hummed in understanding before slinging her arm over Robin’s shoulder. She leaned into him easily as they both sipped their drinks. “Just don’t become too obsessed with him, okay? I don’t want a… fling with a rock star to end with you being outed,” Robin lamented, talking softly. “I know, Robbie,” Steve replied, kissing the top of her head. He understood… even though he also knew he wasn’t letting his brain go down that rabbit hole. He was too excited about Eddie, too wrapped up… too obsessed already. Steve had denied himself any attraction toward men for so long, even though he knew he was interested. Even though he fantasized about the kind of sex he would have with a guy, and how invigorating it would be. The fact that there was one guy all of that attraction was focused on felt amazing. He had never met someone that had sparked his interest so quickly and so completely. 

It really felt like he was in love. 

Chapter 2

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Fic WIP: "Checking In: Ch 2"

The next time Jon saw PJ, he’d made the flight over to Central City by himself. He made sure not to crash again, which was good, because he needed to hold onto all of the confidence he could muster. For some reason, he was nervous about how the afternoon would go. There was no evidence to back up his concern, PJ had promptly confirmed that he was free, he even seemed sort of excited about it over the text. Well. Maybe. Maybe Jon was just hopefully projecting. 

...But no, he banished that anxiety away, reading manga together was literally PJ’s idea. Besides, he and Damian started their relationship in active combat with each other and that turned out fine! The barrier to entry seemed so much lower this time, he needed to stop being weird. 

Mr. Holt was occupied, but he buzzed Jon in from wherever he was, and told him there were snacks in the breakroom through the intercom. What he failed to mention was that there were other people in the building. Well, there were always other people in the building, there were tons of employees, but the wing where PJ and Mr. Holt had their labs set up were off limits to most, in large part to give visiting heroes their privacy. So he’d only been expecting to see PJ, and was a little startled when he turned a corner and was greeted by the angry, uncomfortably red eyes of PJ’s brother Robbie.

Jack had mentioned him briefly before, and though he didn’t outright say it, Jon got the sense that he terrified the little guy, and now that Jon could see him up close, he understood where Jack was coming from.

Robbie was Jon’s height, which was shorter than he’d expected, he’d assumed Robbie would have been the tallest, son of an Amazon and all that, but it didn’t matter how big he was, he took up all the space in the room anyway. It was sort of like the vibe Ms. Diana gave off when the light hit her just right and her skin sorta looked like it was shimmering. There was an unearthly vibe about some of the Wonders, and Robbie had it in spades. His face was a mask, frozen in an expression of vague disdain. He cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders before pulling his long (pretty) red hair into a ponytail, just like Donna (Robbie’s mom) or Ms. Diana (His...aunt?) did when they were about to...fight...someone.

Oh. Oh no.

Jon tried to smile. “Uh, hey, you’re--you’re Robbie, right?”

“Robert.” He corrected flatly,

“Right, okay, Robert, I’m--”

“Superboy. Jon-El. Jonathan Samuel Kent.” He spat Jon’s names like curses. “You don’t belong here either.” 

Either? “Uh, well I mean I wasn’t moving in, I’m just here to--”

Robert rolled his eyes “I know why you’re here.”

Jon nodded. “Right. So...are...you going to hang out too, or--” He paused when he noticed a brief flash of something like orange electricity across Robert’s irises, then heard little mechanical clicking noises around the room. It took him a second to realize that the sounds were all of the cameras turning off. He gulped. “Hey, I dunno why you’re--we’re just going to read Naruto--”

“Your low quality, overly sentimental, cloyingly romantic penny dreadfuls do not concern me.”

It took Jon a moment to use context clues to define the words he didn’t know, but when he did, he was even more lost than when he started. “My...what? Naruto isn’t--”

Robert held up a hand to silence him, and Jon bristled. “I have yet to decide that you are not my enemy, Jon-El. I do not understand Jeff’s mind, nor do I want to, but know that if he is making the error I think he is and you intend to take advantage of that, I will unmake you.”

...To be perfectly honest, that was whatever, Jon was much more upset about Robert dissing Naruto, and the threat of supernatural violence was just an excuse for him to stop being so hecking nice.

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NMTDaily: Project III - Life of the Party

- Ursula’s video description has some interesting info. She’s practicing filming a long scene in one shot, so building off what she’s learned in prior videos, and I’m proud of her! Go Urs! Future filmmaker/cinematographer of the universe!

- She also says, “I got a bit of background to the big argument Bea and Ben had” which proves that the scene we get here is not the whole fight. A bunch of the fight went un-filmed and we have to rely on Ben’s videos to know what went down. We also know that Ursula knows it was Ben under the cowl, so would she have told Bea? Maybe. I’m still not sure when Bea finds out that was Ben, but I do lean to it being after the fight was over or possibly Ben taking off his mask mid-fight to confront her. Interesting.

- Ursula enjoys making friends with the cat. This is Pedro’s house. That means Pedro (and John), Ben, and Bea all come from Cat Families. Just an interesting detail to note. Many adorable headcanons to draw from this: Bea liking to come to Ben’s after the Hero’s Birthday thing to be with Ben but also to visit with his cat because her own is in Australia with her parents; John potentially getting along with the Donaldson family cat and considering her his favorite family member; etc.

- Finally, Ursula tells us that Meg requested for her fight with Robbie to be put in the video to “show everyone what a dick that guy is”- setting up MegRobbie as a toxic on again/off again thing and Robbie as a cheating ass. Important for later when he shows us more bad behavior.

- This show and the international friends/acquaintances I made through it really helped show me how universal US American culture is in the world, against the world’s will. I’m reminded of that by the girl at the party dressed as the Statue of Liberty. In NZ/Aotearoa.

- Note that Claudio dressed as a cowboy because he saw Hero say in a video that she wanted someone to dress as a cowboy. Note also that his face is covered by a handkerchief- he’s hiding something. His jealousy and insecurity.

- Verges and Dogberry as a mouse and an elephant is funny since elephants are allegedly scared of mice.

- Pedro the Robot comes over to Hero and Bea and gestures in a way that tells us he’s saying “can we talk?” He’s about to tell Hero that Claudio likes her. But as he opens the chest compartment to show a red heart in his costume, Beatrice walks away. Visual foreshadowing of Pedro opening his heart to Beatrice and getting rejected. (Also a symbol of Pedro showing Claudio’s heart to Hero, and possibly of Claudio thinking the heart Pedro is giving Hero is Pedro’s.)

- I don’t think it’s a stretch to imagine that Bea and Hero end up hanging out together again at this party, and Pedro sticks to them like glue because of his crush on Bea. Therefore, John is able to point Claudio at the tableau of Pedro in Flirt Mode talking to both Dukes, and convince him that the one Pedro’s trying to flirt with is Hero. It’s actually Beatrice the whole time.

- We get a couple glimpses of Ben moving through the party, and he is always alone. Telling. He’s uncomfortable at parties even when not getting yelled at by Beatrice.

- We see Meg and Robbie kissing. This means he made out with her BEFORE openly trying to pick up another girl at the SAME PARTY. What an ass.

- Bea is socializing with non-named characters. Proud of her for putting herself out there as the new kid!

- We see John lurking in the hallway holding a skull. Is the skull supposed to mean he’s dressed as Hamlet? It seems like he wants to join in the party but feels uncomfortable. He’s also looking for Claudio, though.

- Ben and Bea effectively dancing together! Okay, they’re dancing next to each other, just let me have this, lol.

- Is there a significance to Balth dressing as a gorilla? Is he one of the apes Beatrice will lead down to hell before the Devil tells her “Get thee to Heaven”? (A line from the masquerade scene in Much Ado)

- Aww Balthazar talking to Claudio and trying to cheer him up is sweet

- Beatrice and Hero dancing together is also lovely (and Pedro hovering ineffectually next to them)

- Benedick dancing like a dork while the “he is just an arrogant guy” song plays in the background xD

- AND THEN on the line “he’s just lonely inside” it cuts to Pedro! Who is lonely inside because he has an unrequited crush AND because he’s in the closet. Look at him trying to fit snack foods through his robot mouth aww

- It cuts back to Claudio on “he really needs to swallow his pride”. Interesting. Then immediately pans over to Ben again, who’s mugging for the camera under his Batman mask.

- HERSULA!!!! Hero and Ursula dancing together and holding hands, my heart! They look so happy!

- Aw shit, we actually SEE Robbie cozying up with the girl in the nun costume, how did they not notice the camera?

- “I want respect, I want to feel like I’m the only one” “well there’s plenty of others out there” brutal. Robbie deserves that drink to the face.

- It’s Beatrice’s voice in the background saying “oh, sexy, nice, nice” and cheering Meg on for splashing Robbie with her drink. (I think she meant to say “sick, nice, nice” but it sounded like “sexy”, so.) We also see her looking on with the crowd at the beginning of this moment before the camera pans to Meg and Robbie. She’s very pro-revenge on shitty guys.

- Meg looks and sounds very satisfied to have publicly told Robbie off. I’m sad that she goes back to him so soon after this.

- Now that I think of it: does anybody know what Meg’s costume is supposed to be? The white shirt and tie and suspenders make me think it’s supposed to be “sexy private-school uniform girl”, which, Ew. Please respect yourself and other girls, Meg. I know you’ll get there.

- We now cut to the start of the Beadick argument scene. Beatrice starts by asking the girl next to her if she knows where Ben is, not realizing that Ben is sitting right next to them.

- Incidentally, that extra is a Candle Waster. Hi, Minnie Grace! Thanks for doing this cool NMTDaily thing for us! (The other Candle Wasters can also be seen as extras at the party.)

- Ben cuts in and asks, “Who’s Benedick?” He sees his chance to find out what Beatrice really thinks of him, and he takes it.

- In the play, you can technically play it as either Beatrice knowing she’s talking to Benedick the whole time, or Beatrice having no idea the person she’s talking to is Benedick. The comment section seems unsure of which tack the Candle Wasters and actors are taking here.

- It’s worth noting that Beatrice doesn’t even really look at Ben before launching into her tirade. She doesn’t seem to notice or care who she’s talking to at all. She just wants anyone who will listen to her talk about how she wishes Ben was here in an embarrassing costume she can make fun of.

- It’s interesting that she considers her own princess costume embarrassing (“there’s evidence online”). She assumes he’s going to see it online and make fun of her for it, and she’s mad that she can’t make fun of his costume right back, because he isn’t here.

- As the comment section says, Bea misses Ben. It’s fun for her to spar with him. She was looking forward to it.

- “What do you mean you don’t know Benedick, he’s the biggest dick in the world” Yes, she’s being mean. But she also can’t conceive of anyone NOT being hyperaware of the existence of Benedick Hobbes at literally all times. Because she is. Which is very cute.

- “He’d go as Peter Pan, the boy who never grows up.” Savage, Bea.

- “That was quite hurtful” in a tiny version of the Batman voice. Awww Ben my poor baby :(

- Lol, why is Meg just dancing alone in the corner in the background? The dance floor is in the other room!

- “I heard he’s made some pretty good vlogs… I heard his bird one was quite insightful and poignant!” Oh Ben.

- Beatrice goes on her tirade about how she doesn’t watch his videos specifically because of that video, and the scene cuts off.

- I posit that after Bea rants awhile about “who talks about bird killing?” and how bad the video is, Ben gets mad and takes off his cowl and says something like “no, really, what is your problem with me? Everyone else seems to like me just fine, so what did I ever do to you?” And that’s when Bea drops all that stuff we hear about in Ben’s videos about no one really liking him and the whole school laughing at him. And he fires back before storming off to sulk.

- I just find the scene more palatable if she doesn’t know it’s him she’s talking to for most of it, and then the meanest stuff she says is because she feels put on the spot, on the defensive. That’s my take.

- We see more shots of Hero and Pedro hanging out and dancing together, and we see Ben slipping into the bathroom and closing the door.

- Then, we actually SEE John and Claudio in the doorway, looking in the direction of Pedro and Hero, as John whispers in Claudio’s ear. Claudio pushes John out of his way and stalks off to join Ben at the sulking-in-the-bathroom party.

- Pedro unmasks himself as the robot for the camera. Then someone else takes the camera and we end on a shot of a sleepy Ursula and the Donaldson family cat. Awww!

- The last words on the costume party episode are the lyrics to the song playing in the background: “I know you.”

Comment section boogaloo:

- People pointing out that Bea misses Ben, and feeling sorry for Ben.

- Mention that a piece of Kiwiana, a soft drink called L&P, can be seen on the beverage and snack table. I wouldn’t have caught that, being American, so thank you commenter for teaching me a thing! (And for calling John being dressed as Hamlet!)

- Praise for the music, which I agree with. It’s fun, dancey, AND thematically relevant!

- Apparently the nun costume is from American Horror Story, and also a potential reference to Shakespeare’s Measure for Measure.

- Is the cat Tibbles?!?!

- “why do I get extreme Taika Waititi vibes from this” …it is possible that Taika Waititi is just the only other kiwi this person knows. But I haven’t seen all of Waititi’s projects, so I can’t say for sure he’s never done a party scene like this or a teen drama in general. Sorry if he has, commenter! (It is of course too bad there aren’t any Māori actors in an Aotearoa-based webseries like this, although I think there are some in Lolilo and later TCW projects.)

- Comment awards: The person who wrote “poetic cinema” with a time stamp link to the shot of Ben dancing near some of the girl extras while the song in the background goes “he is just an arrogant guy, thinks he can catch any girl’s eye”

- And there we have it! One masquerade, in the books!

💖🥭🦩

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The Angel In The Garden of Evil | Chapter Fourteen: Family Feud at the Funeral

Summary: As the team lay Felicia to rest, emotions get too much for Peter and Angel.

Warnings: 18+ Only, genre typical content, graphic depictions of dead body, bodily harm, funeral, grief, angst, complicated marriage, drug misuse

Word Count 2.5k

A/N: So I didn't say much in my authors note last chapter but trust me killing characters for the sake of it isn't my thing and I had no idea that that would be where the narrative would take me but we really needed something to break our characters and push them to the end. It goes without saying but don't abuse drugs.

FOURTEEN

Her funeral was held a week and a half later at the same cemetery Angel and Peter used to visit all those years ago. Although the group of them was small, the security detail they travelled with was large. It was the perfect place for The Vulture’s next attack but Angel knew he wasn’t that cruel. 

When Peter and Hobie had gotten down to the Huntsman it wasn’t a pretty sight. Carl and a young bartender called Robbie, had carried her body inside from the alley, the young bartender the only one with a strong enough stomach to carry out the task. They laid her on her back on top of a table downstairs, a meeting room that never really got used anymore after Peter had expanded his operation and set up an official office across town. She had slashes all over her skin, her throat was bruised and across her chest had been carved a giant spider with a large X through it.

Peter thought he had a pretty solid stomach after all of these years, all of the bodies he had seen, the people he had killed and tortured; but seeing her body lying there like that, someone he held close, the only person who connected with him when he felt most shut off from the rest of the world when Angel left, his stomach turned, bile rising in his mouth.

Her Father’s body was still unaccounted for. They had just found out from Eddie that Felicia’s father, Walter, was suddenly missing after he got jumped in the prison yard at lunchtime, when they arrived home. Peter had gone to visit Lydia out of respect, to tell her what had become of her daughter and husband. A mother’s wails over losing a child never truly leave you.

Angel and Peter clung tight to each other at the funeral, each with their own reason. He wanted her close to protect her. It was the first time she had left the building since he’d transferred her from the hospital back home. It would be just their luck that someone would try to take her out again and Peter was determined to protect her at all costs, even if it meant sacrificing his own life for hers.

Despite her still healing injuries, Angel had tried to be by Peter’s side as much as she could the moment he had gotten home that night. It was three thirty in the morning and she remained sitting patiently in the living room until they had returned. She saw from the look on his face the moment he walked through the door that he was not okay. As much as he would deny it, Angel could see that Felicia had meant something to her husband. She had been there for him when she hadn’t been. Not to mention she knew better than anyone that you can’t just have sex with no strings attached, sooner or later, someone’s feelings always got involved; that’s how her and Peter had got to where they were in the first place. She was also still on a large concoction of pills to help her function through the pain in her still healing ribs.

Nurse Temple had stopped by again two days ago to check on her bandages, change them for some new ones and re-set and wrap her ribs. She also dropped off another prescription slip, written out by Dr Healey which Angel had used to full advantage, doubling up her dosage to get her through the next two and half hours of proceedings and the start of the wake, which was being held at the Huntsman. She felt like she was floating, holding on to her husband just to keep her grounded. She was grateful for the large pair of black Prada sunglasses she wore on her face, hiding her eyes so no one could see just how spaced out she was. She was trying to focus on the officiant speaking next to the casket, a jet black number Felicia would have been proud of, but her eyes kept wandering back and forth. They suddenly came to a stop, focusing in on a large figure standing by a set of graves a few rows over. She blinked hard, sure she was seeing stuff. Sure enough, when she looked again the figure had gone. She tried to turn her head back towards the casket and the picture of Felicia that was displayed on top of it but- there he was again. Her Father.

No that couldn’t be, he was dead. He was definitely dead. She had seen his body. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply. When she looked again, just as she suspected, he had gone. She slipped her hand into Peter’s squeezing it tightly. 

Peter didn’t need his spider senses to tell him something was wrong. He knew his wife well. When the service was over he helped her to her feet but didn’t move, waving everyone else away, telling them to start moving back towards the cars as he turned her to face him. She was swaying slightly. His fingers reached out carefully for her sunglasses, lifting them carefully from her face. Her pupils were blown wide. “Fuck, Angel!” He sighed. “How much did you fucking take?”

“I knew we weren’t going back to the apartment for hours so I doubled up.” she said but she was clearly distracted. One second she was looking at him, the next she was looking at something over his shoulder. He turned his head but there was nothing there. She blinked heavily as she swayed and tried once again to get a handle on herself. “OH MY GOD CAN YOU JUST FUCK OFF!” she suddenly snapped. Peter gripped her face in his hands forcing her to look at him but she wouldn't; she just kept looking past him. “Great, now there’s two of them.” she huffed.

Peter looked around again but there wasn’t anything there. “Angel.” He said her name trying to ground her and get her to focus, “Princess. Baby.” Nothing, nothing was getting through to her.

“Go away! Leave me alone!” she said forcefully.

“ANGEL!” Peter snapped and her eyes locked onto him with one harsh blink. “What the fuck is going on?!” he said forcefully.

“My Dad.” she said.

“But your Dad’s dead.” He said. She was expecting for her to give him one of those looks she usually gave him. The ‘my husband is an idiot look’, but she didn’t.

“You don’t think I know that.” she just said to him as her eyes wandered again. She groaned as she forced her eyes closed. She breathed deeply and counted to ten under her breath, Peter’s hands moving to rub soothingly over the tops of her arms. When she opened them again her father was gone. Peter felt her breathe a sigh of relief. He observed her eyes closely. Her pupils were still big but not as large as they had been a moment before.

“You gonna be okay?”

Angel swayed again then blinked before saying, “Yep.” but Peter wasn’t convinced.

Harry and Hobie were stood waiting by their car as they approached. “Everything okay?” Hobie asked.

“Yeah, this one here’s just decided to start seeing dead people.” Peter deadpanned frustratedly. Angel rolled her eyes equally frustrated. “Harry, can you get her in the car?” Peter ordered as he sidled up beside Hobie.

“Yeah, sure.” Harry said as he reached a hand out for Angel to take so he could walk her round to the other side of the town car and help her into the backseat.

“She’s popped one too many pills.” Peter sighed as he began to have a muttered conversation with Hobie, his voice keeping low as no doubt he thought she’d be eavesdropping. 

“I can do it, I can do it.” She said, holding her hand up to Harry who was stood awkwardly at her side with the passenger door open, trying to work out what he was supposed to do to help her in. When she was sat, his hand reached for the seatbelt. “I swear to god Osborn.” her voice chastised once more, stopping him in his tracks.

“Fine. Fine. Jeez.” Harry said as he let the seatbelt go, his hands thrown up in surrender. “I’ve got it.” she heard his voice quietly mock as he closed the door forcefully on her.

Despite the amount of painkillers currently flowing through her system, Angel rubbed a hand over her forehead, a headache forming. She allowed her eyes to close as she leaned to press her head against the cold glass of the car window, continuing to breathe deeply, once, twice- DING.

She knew who it was going to be before she even looked at the message. It was that unknown number again. Another picture attached. This time there was a little message with it. ‘Such a touching ceremony.’

It made her skin crawl. She had tried to message back multiple times but he never responded to her messages. Her questions. Her demands. She just stared at the screen, her eyes blurring at the edges. When the car door opened on the other side of the car, she quickly put the phone back in the pocket of her black trenchcoat. 

She tried to ignore Peter as he unbuttoned his blazer and smoothed down his shirt as he climbed into the car beside her.

“I’m taking you home.” he said curtly, not making eye contact with her.

“Pete, I’m fine-” she tried to protest but he wasn’t having it.

“Angel, you are not fucking fine. I’m stressed enough today without having you hanging around like a fucking liability.”

She looked at him as if he had just slapped her. “Are you serious right now?” she shrieked. He continued to ignore her. “LOOK AT ME!” He finally snapped his head towards her. She noticed he had that look in his eye. “You’re fucking ridiculous.” she spat at him. Although he didn’t say anything, she knew her words were getting to him. Could practically see the bubbles under his skin as his blood began to boil. “Fucking man child.” she hissed. “However the fuck did you manage while I was gone, huh? You know ever since- I was the one- who got blown up, you’ve been acting like a lost little child without his Mommy there to hold his hand-” her rant was cut off by the feeling of his hand squeezing at her wrist.

His grip was tight and bruising and his chest heaved, nose chuffing as he tried to keep himself in control, trying not to lose it completely. She continued to meet his stare, not letting him intimidate her but she had never seen him look at her that way before. Never felt him touch her that way before. He suddenly released his grip on her, pushing her arm away as he turned to look out the window instead.

“You’re going home Angel, there’s no debate about it.” His word was final.

“Boss.” Miguel said as he came to a stop in the car park. 

“I’ll be back in a minute.” Peter said as he got out of the car.

Angel snapped her limbs away from him when he tried to help her from the car. “I can do it.” She snapped but her legs wobbled as she stood and Peter had to hold an arm out for her to steady herself. 

“And you called me a child.” He said as she rolled her eyes, frustrated by her body betraying her and needing to take his help after all.

He was a silent force at her side the whole way upstairs, helping her into their bedroom where he sat her on the end of the bed. “You know if you go back without me people are gonna talk more than they already do.” She said as he knelt to take off her shoes for her.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked her, exhausted.

“About you and her.”

“I told you, she meant nothing-“

“Really? Then why have you been acting like-“

“-BECAUSE SHE WAS STILL MY FRIEND ANGEL! FUCK!” He shouted, drowning her out.

“SURE!” Angel fired back. “IS THAT WHY HE KILLED HER THEN? JUST BECAUSE YOU WERE FRIENDS PETE? COME ON!” She fired back. “HE KILLED HER BECAUSE HE KNEW IT WOULD GET TO YOU.”

“Fucking Hell! It’s like trying to have a conversation with your FATHER!” He spat at her.

“You take that back right now! I am NOTHING LIKE MY FATHER!”

“REALLY BABY, Because you seem to act JUST LIKE HIM!”

“Are you KIDDING ME!” She said standing.

“You know I think this is EXACTLY what your Father wanted!”

“What’s that supposed to mean!”

“I mean, I think he knew he could turn you into a bomb and FUCKING DESTROY ME!” He said, hand beating at his chest. “Ever since you’ve come back, one second I think I know you and then the next BOOOM. You’re just a fucking grenade baby. Just another pawn in your Fathers game.” He said as they squared up to each other. “Even in death.” He hissed into her face.

She was silent as the words hit her like a slap to the face.

“What happened to you?” He asked softer. “What happened to the girl I pulled out of that burning building all those years ago. The girl who visited her mothers grave religiously. Who told me she didn’t want to have anything to do with her Father’s business.”

His words brought tears to her eyes but she swallowed them back. “She married a man who couldn’t help but get himself in her Fathers business and play his games so he could destroy him. How did that go for you Pete? Huh? Because I saw how you were with Jackson Brice. Seems like you became a real expert at the game.”

“ANGEL! PEOPLE ARE DYING! THIS ISN’T A GAME!”

“LEWIS! HAZEL! VERONICA!” She began listing off names. “DAVID! SANJAY! LIZ!” His hands flew into his hair as he paced away from her, realising what it was she was doing. “THEY’RE ALL DEAD PETE! ALL BECAUSE THIS SHIT IS A GAME TO THEM! DON’T YOU KNOW THAT BY NOW! IT'S ALL A GAME! ALWAYS HAS BEEN” Peter turned his back to her as she continued to rant. “MY DAD. THE VULTURE! THEY DON’T CARE!”

Silence. She watched him closely as his gaze moved to the floor as he shook his head. “I thought you knew that.” Her voice became wistful, the sadness of a long forgotten life, a long forgotten goal falling over them. She watched as he recognised it too, his fingers moving to play with the wedding band on his finger, twisting it back and forth. 

Her stomach lurched as she watched him pull it from his finger. He still wouldn’t look at her. He took a long hard look at the ring, turning it over in his fingers. “Well maybe I’m done playing games.” He said and he walked away from her, placing the ring on a side table next to the door as he left.

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UTM AU IDEA?

OKAY SO WHAT IF THERE WAS AN AU WHERE ROBBIE FINALLY STANDS UP FOR HERSELF TO BLUSTER AND LEAVES TO FIND SOMEWHERE ELSE TO LIVE WHERE SHE CAN FINALLY MAKE THE RULES FOR HERSELF.

BUT SHE DOESN'T GO TO THE CARE BEARS FOR HELP AND REFUSES THE HELP TOO, BUT INSTEAD GOES TO HIDE IN THE SILVER LINING FOREST TO BECOME ONE WITH IT'S NATURE AND CREATE A HOME FOR HERSELF FROM SCRATCH, WITH THE WHIFFLES HELP, BY USING HER INTELLIGENCE AND BLUEPRINTS.

AND OVER TIME, SHE FINALLY HAS A HOME TO CALL HER OWN, WHICH IS MOSTLY DESIGNED BY HERSELF AND SHE BECOMES A SCIENTIST / INVENTOR.

SHE STOPS TRYING TO DESTROY THE SILVERLINING AND BECOMES VERY FACINATED INTO IT, AS SHE NEVER GOT THE CHANCE TO LOOK INTO IT BEFORE WHEN LIVING WITH BLUSTER. THEN STARTS CREATING INVENTIONS TO HELP THE WHIFFLES, AND ALSO FOR HERSELF OF COURSE, ONES SHE HAS BEEN DYING TO CREATE FOR AGES BUT COULDN'T BACK IN THE BAD CROWD.

AND INSTEAD OF WEARING A BLACK LEATHER JACKET, SHE WEARS A WHITE LABCOAT INSTEAD, THE CRACK IN HER GOGGLES HAVE BEEN FIXED, AND SHE GROWS A BIT MORE HAIR.

I ALSO WANT PLUNK TO COME BACK, AND HE BECOMES ROBBIE'S LITTLE SCIENTIST SIDEKICK, BUT HE ISN'T TREATED LIKE CRAP BY HER. ROBBIE IS FINALLY THE ONE IN CONTROL, BUT MAKES SURE NOT THE REPEAT WHAT BLUSTER DID WITH HER AND THE CROWD. (Plunk doesn't rly live with her, since he's got his own home, but he works with her as co-workers and visits her the most. They become besties.)

I'D ALSO LIKE TO THINK THE CARE BEARS VISIT SOMETIMES FROM CARE-A-LOT TO CHECK UP ON HER, BUT ONLY ON SPECIAL OCCASIONS BECAUSE SHE LIKES HER OWN SPACE AND SHE DOES THINGS A LOT DIFFERENT FROM THE CARE BEARS. BUT SHE WELCOMES THEM IN AND THEY SEE HOW HAPPIER SHE IS WITHOUT BLUSTER, AND SHE FINALLY KEEPS HER ROOM CLEAN CUZ SHE'S NO LONGER MENTALLY ILL. I ALSO WANT HER TO GET CLOSER WITH GRUMPY, SINCE GRUMPY IS THE ONLY CARE BEAR SHE CAN PROLLY FULLY TOLERATE SINCE HE DOESN'T PESTER HER ABOUT SUNSHINE, CUPCAKES AND RAINBOWS. HE FULLY UNDERSTANDS HER WAY OF LIVING, RESPECTS IT AND LEAVES HER TO IT. THEY CAN ALSO SHARE GADGET / INVENTION IDEAS TOO MWAHAHA

I am a huge enthusiast for mad scientists so she'd prolly have her own laboratory in the basement of her home and work on experiments / gadgets.

Also I'd like to think Bluster is homeless with barely nothing so he can't destroy the Silverlining again. He's probably living in a cave and eating wild plants or something. HE DOES TRY TO BEG ON HIS KNEES TO ROBBIE TO LET HIM LIVE WITH HER, BUT SHE'S LIKE: ''Naw bruh, you'll only boss me around again and mooch off my stuff. Here's some materials, go make your own home, squirt!''. SHE PROLLY LETS HIM VISIT SOMETIMES, BUT HE HAS TO GO BY HER HOUSE RULES, NOT HIS BUT SHE ISN'T MEAN ABOUT IT. THEY BOTH KINDA GET ON GOOD TERMS WITH EACHOTHER AGAIN, BUT NOT TO WHERE THEY WERE IN THE BEGUINNING, THEY BECOME MORE LIKE MUTUALS AND SHE REFUSES TO LET HIM LIVE WITH HER. BLUSTER HAS RUININED THEIR FRIENDSHIP TO EVER HAVE IT STRONG AGAIN. But that's prolly a few months or a year after she leaves the bad crew cuz he eventually finds out where she's living at.

And Malcom, I'm gonna give him the funniest future story ever. He's gonna have a wife and children and owns a huge company that makes something rly dumb, prolly like tooth brushes or massage chairs and he gets into co-operate greed in the care bears universe equivalent of New York. And Robbie's like: ''Lol, I saw that coming tbh. His eyes were always on the prize. Good for him I guess?'', whilst reading a news paper.

I'M PROLLY GONNA NAME THIS AU, Care Bears Beyond The Silverlining (Care Bears BTS for short)........ Uh oh... BTS... PFTYDFSUTGGJ BYE (Or maybe Care Bears BTSL)...