#make up for what Jimmy did but he tried and that’s the problem really cause he’s just used to actually fixing it for him and it’s the case

[raya-hunter01]

Can you do a story on jey about his gf tryna go to bed mad at him and he ain’t having it 🤗🤭

We Ain’t Going to Bed Angry

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Jasmine)

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; sex, fluff, couple arguing, Jealousy

Summary: Jasmine wants to go to bed angry and in separate bedrooms, but Main Even Jey Uso is putting his foot down.

My first ever request....I hope you enjoy it @mya2real

Pensacola, FL

Jasmine’s POV

“Damn I finally get you alone, and all you want to do is cruise the coast and talk about your man. I hope he realizes how lucky his ass is, cause I really was trying to get your number,” Carmelo said as I laughed.

 “Thanks for helping me out Melo you are a sweetie. I promise he won’t come at you with any drama,” I said giving him a kiss on the cheek as I began my walk back to Jey’s house.

 I had Carmelo drop me off down the road from the subdivision. I ain’t crazy by no means, I ain’t letting just anybody know where I lay my head at night. Folks can be crazy as hell.

I groaned as my phone rang again looking down, I sighed. Another call from Jey. I knew I was wrong, but I was still pissed so I hit ignore and punched the code to be let into the subdivision. You let a bitch dance all up on you like you're single and shit.

But, oh, but when I leave yo’ ass at the club you concerned. Give me a break you weren’t worried about what I thought when she was twirling all up on your dick,” I muttered continuing my walk. I hate these fuckin’ groupies with a passion.

Jey’s POV

“Jasmine, I know you ignoring me.  What you doin'?  I know you had betta be on your way home. I bet he trying to fuck you ain’t he?  I’mma get’em you know dat right? I’mma hurt him bad Jasmine,” I said ending the voicemail before I dug an even deeper hole.

“Well damn, you just threatened to kill Melo for nothing, Jasmine ain’t that type of woman, and you know it,” Jimmy said shaking his head at me.

“She ain’t, but I know Carmelo likes her. I knew when I brought her to a show last year. He was looking wit no damn shame Uce, and tonight she got into a car wit his bitch ass trying to make me jealous,” I said steaming thinking about Carmelo touching Jasmine in any way.

"Hell, ain’t no tryin’ in it, you jealous Uce" Jimmy said as I rolled my eyes at him.

 “This woman gon’ be the death of me,” I muttered as Jimmy snickered. “Aye, sis told you not to play in her face, and you did anyway. Serves yo’ ass dead right,” he said laughing.

“I ain’t played in her face, I was just dancing with a fan,” I said oblivious to what he was trying to say.

“Uce, it wasn’t that you were dancing with her, it was how she was dancing all up on yo’ ass and you did nothing to stop it. Ya’ll was all but fuckin on that dance floor,. You lucky Jasmine didn't show her ass,” Jimmy said as I tried to think back to what happened, and when it finally clicked, I felt like an ass.

“Ok, yea, I admit it was outta pocket, but she ain’t have to leave with his ass to prove a point. She knows I’m wit her, that shit didn’t mean nothin',” I said as I heard the front door open.

A wave of relief washed over me as I saw her beautiful face as she took off her heels seemingly ignoring me. Thank God she was home safe.

“Uh, I’ll let myself out, and let ya’ll talk,” Jimmy said trying to hurry to the door but not before hugging Jasmine. “Glad you ok sis, you had me worried,” he whispered as she smiled rubbing his back. “I’m ok bro, tell Trin I’ll call her tomorrow” she whispered as I tried to keep my cool, at least until Jimmy left.

I felt my anger rising by the second. What had she been doing with Carmelo that she couldn’t pick up the fuckin’ phone? As the door closed behind Jimmy I exploded.

“Where the fuck have you been?!” I hissed trying not to wake up our son upstairs.

“I went for a ride with an old friend, is that a problem?” she asked with a bit of an attitude.

“Aye, chill with the attitude, I’m the one that should be mad. My girlfriend left me at a club to go be with another motherfucka she knows I don’t like,” I said as Jasmine rolled her eyes.

“Well, my man was dancing all up on a ho like he’s single so I guess we even, and can both be pissed the fuck off together then. Ugh, I can’t wait to go back to Georgia, this was a mistake coming here to visit, It just was too soon,” she said walking away as I followed her upstairs.

“What the fuck does that mean? You really feel visiting me was a mistake?” I asked as she stopped walking.

“Jey, all I wanted was to spend time with you, and all you’ve done is spend time with everyone else but me and our son! I feel like we don’t belong here Jey, that’s why I left in the first place!” Jasmine exclaimed as I ran my hands over my face in frustration.

I knew she was right; I had been on the go since they got here, and I had promised I wouldn’t be. I truly had no defense for my actions.

 I was in keep-busy mode because that’s all I had been doing since Jasmine had left with our son a couple months ago.

This was my fault, I agreed to host that party at the club tonight knowing they were here. I asked today to be added to the meet and greet for tomorrow instead of enjoying my day off with them.  

“Baby, I’m sorry ok can we just talk about it in the morning. I promise I’mma make it right please, I don’t want us to go to bed mad at each other,” I said as she sighed in defeat.

“I’m not mad, I’m hurt and I’m not going in there with you pretending everything is ok when it isn’t. I’ll sleep in the spare bedroom. I put my bags in there earlier anyway,” Jasmine said as I frowned at her not believing what she was saying.

Jasmine’s POV

“You ain’t staying in the spare bedroom, that’s for guests and this is yo’ fuckin’ home regardless of how you feel about it. “Jey I’m not,” I started as Jey cut me off firmly. “Jas! You ain’t stayin’ in there and that’s it!” Jey said as I felt myself shiver at his commanding deep voice.  

I was speechless looking at him trying to remain unfazed. “You are sleepin’ in our room…. In our bed, and in my fuckin arms 'cause that’s where you belong, nowhere else,” Jey said full of conviction as I shook my head in defiance at him.

“I ain’t doin’ this wit you, I’m going to check on Jayden,” I whispered walking away from him and peaking my head into our son’s room. I couldn’t help but be in awe of him as he slept in his crib.

He’s almost a year old, and I still can’t believe we made his little amazing self; he looks so much like Jey it’s scary.

I felt Jey’s eyes on me as I turned to see him standing now in the doorway of the bedroom, we shared together for the last four years up until four months ago.

His intense gaze makin' me weaker in the knees by the second as I closed my eyes finally breaking eye contact with him, it was too intense.

“Jasmine, we been playin’ this game for four months too long…Don’t make me have to come get you. Tell our son goodnight, and get yo’ fine ass in here so we can go to bed,” I heard him say as I opened my eyes ready to give a smart-ass reply but saw he had already disappeared into the bedroom.

I could hear him shuffling around the room, then the shower started. I blushed to myself at the thought of him getting naked to take a shower. “No, remain strong Jasmine,” I whispered to myself as I went to the spare bedroom.

Jey’s POV

 “I know her ass betta be in there when I get outta this shower. Sick of this shit, she knows I love her ass,” I muttered letting the hot water and steam relax me.

Ok, maybe my approach wasn’t the best, but I love my family and if I have it my way they won’t be going back to Ga if I can help it. “Jey, you got to get it together and get yo’ family back,” I muttered to myself stepping out of the shower and drying off.

Walking back into the bedroom I saw Jasmine wasn’t there. “Oh, so yo’ ass think I’m playin’ wit you huh,” I muttered to myself wrapping my towel around my waist, and heading down the hall. I could see the light under the door and as I got closer I heard her on the phone with her mom.

“Hold on mama let me put you on speaker, I'm changing," she said as I heard her mother take a deep breath. "Now like I was sayin' Mama I am trying, we came out here didn’t we,” Jasmine said as her mother laughed.

“Girl, you flew out there with hell in you, 'cause of them thirsty ass Instagram comments on his post he made about being happy ya’ll were flying out to see him. “Mama, I wasn’t mad,” Jasmine said as her mother laughed.

“Baby, he loves ya’ll. I know all the female attention he gets worries you especially since he’s on the road more with them adding more house shows,” she said as I frowned at her words as Jasmine wiped her tears.

“I know he loves us mama, and I love him.  I just want him to act like he’s in an actual relationship. I mean stop making these women think they have a shot with you dude, you got a family at home waiting on you. That's why I gave him the engagement ring back and told him we needed space,” Jasmine hissed as I sighed. Damn was I that bad?

“Baby, why do you think that man has been begging, calling nonstop, and flying to Georgia on every off day he has just to come to little ol Warner Robins, GA even if it’s only for a couple hours. He misses ya’ll and wants his family back. You gotta let him in baby, this been goin' on long enough,” her mother said as I felt the need to make my presence known as I opened the door.

Walking inside I saw her standing nervously there in her bra and underwear talking to her mom as she spotted me trying not blush.

Yea, I’m looking at yo’ fine ass. Damn, my baby was fine as fuck, it had been four months too long for my liking. How the hell did I even let her leave in the first place.

Jasmine’s POV

I can’t believe he brought his ass in here, didn’t even fuckin’ knock. He is getting next to my nerves I swear. I see him lick his lips looking at me as if he could devour me whole.

I ain’t gon’ lie, I felt powerful as hell.  I could see and feel his need for me, just from his intense stare that seemed to be burning a hole in my soul and it made my thighs quiver at the thought of being in his arms. He knows what he’s doing coming in here in that lil ass towel.

“I love you, sweetie, give my grandbaby my love,” my mother said as I smiled. “I will mama, good night and love you too,” I said rushing to get off the phone.

“Why are you in here?” I asked as Jey began walking closer to me almost like he was stalking his prey. “I told you to take yo’ ass in our room, but you just keep tryin’ me,” he smirked as I shrieked in shock as he picked me up and put me over his shoulder.

“What the hell are you doing?”! I hissed as Jey carried me down the hall back to our room. “What does it look like? I’m takin’ your ass back to where you belong, which is in our bed wit me with yo’ stubborn ass,” he said not missing a beat as I hit his back continuously.

“Put me down Jey! This shit ain’t funny!” I exclaimed irritated as he laughed. “Calm yo’ ass down, before you wake up the baby. I want you to myself da night,” he said slapping me hard on the ass before tossing me on the bed as tried to gather myself.

 Sitting up on my elbows, my eyes met his smirking face, and it made me madder.  “Oh, you want me to yourself?” I asked smartly rolling my eyes.

Yeah, I do. That ain’t gon’ never change Jasmine,” he said as I got up and tried to walk past him as he growled pulling me close.

“Jey let me,” I started as he took me in a possessive kiss, pinning my arms behind my back with one hand as the other grasped my neck, angling my mouth for better access as our tongues battled for control.

“Mmm, we can’t, we said we would wait,” I moaned against his lips as he released my arms, and I tangled my fingers in his hair. “Yes, we can baby, I got you,” Jey said picking me up by my thighs as I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly, as his towel fell to the floor. God, it felt so good to be this close to him again, I needed him bad.

“I want you so bad baby; Daddy missed you, and he needs his pussy,” Jey whispered against my lips as he ripped my underwear. “Fuck! I missed you too,” I moaned moving my kisses to his neck as he groaned moving us to the bed.

“Can I have you, it’s been so long Jazzy” Jey moaned gently sucking on my neck as I shivered at his use of his nickname for me.

“Jey, I’m still mad, we need to talk,” I moaned, unexpectedly gasping along with him as he entered me suddenly, both of us shivering at the feeling of our bodies and souls becoming one with each other again after four long months.

“You can be mad all you want tomorrow. Not da night, you gon’ enjoy Daddy reclaiming his pussy,” Jey moaned never stopping his thrusts as my hands clawed at his back as he hissed.

 “Jey, you feel so good,” I gasped as my body felt like I was on fire, I bit his neck before attacking his neck with kisses, sucking greedily, applying pressure trying to leave my mark for the world to see. I wanted them to know he was mine.

“Yea, suck that shit and mark me up, this yo’ dick, let’em know I’m yo’ man fuck,” Jey encouraged as I purred at his words as he rolled us over with me now on top. “Jey! Shit! Mmm,” I whimpered scratching down his chest, feeling him so deep from our new position.

“Uh huh, daddy deep in his pussy ain’t he? Come on and ride Daddy's dick and tell him how much you missed him. Tell me how this pussy was made just for me,” Jey groaned grasping my hips as I began riding him slowly enjoying the jolts of electricity going all over my body.

“Mmhmm, it’s made just for you daddy, you hear her talking to you,” I moaned talking my own shit as Jey growled beneath me as the sounds of my wet pussy sinking up and down on his dick filled the room along with our moans of desperation.

“Fuck Yea, Daddy hear, see, and feel her, damn she wet and tight as fuck. Talk yo’ shit girl, you makin’ daddy dick even harder. Give me dat pussy,” Jey groaned slapping my ass before grabbing my breasts with his hands almost painfully squeezing my nipples while meeting my slow deep thrust.

Shit, he knows what to say and what to do to set my body on fire and I loved it. I’m addicted to him, and I didn’t care who knew it.

Jey’s POV

“Yea, ride that shit slow and deep, you know how much I love dat shit,” I panted biting my lip trying not to lose control. “Mmm, I guess you did miss me, Daddy. Shit, you gettin’ even harder,” Jasmine moaned swirling her hips beginning to bounce harder on my dick with wild abandon.

“Fuck yea, I missed you, only you can get me like this,” I moaned not afraid to let that shit be known slapping her on the ass again as she whimpered, her body shivering with anticipation.

"Oh! Fuck, you promise it’s only me that gets you like this…You promise,” Jasmine groaned leaning down, kissing me with all her might as I groaned complete putty in her hands. I held her closer as our eyes met.

 In that moment I knew I had to let her know how I felt. “We gon be ok, you hear me,” I whispered as she nodded as a few unshed tears fell from her beautiful eyes as we both were chasing our orgasm.

“Say you hear me,” I said more demanding, sitting us up as she held on to my neck as I gripped her hips helping her keep pace, thrusting her even harder down on my dick.

The feel and sounds of her wetness was driving me insane. “Tell me you hear me Jasmine,” I moaned, sucking on her neck trying to leave my own mark. “Josh, I hear you!” She cried as I moaned in satisfaction hearing my real name fall from her lips in passion as I rained kisses from her neck back to her beautiful lips.

“I ain’t never letting you go, we workin’ this shit out,” I growled holding her gaze as I reached between us rubbing her clit, while meeting her thrust with equal power.

"Oh my God," Jasmine moaned as I knew she was close. “You gon’ cum hard for daddy? You gon’ gush on daddy’s dick ain’t you?” I said, taking her in a deep kiss as she whimpered in my arms.

“Mmhmm!” she whimpered in pleasure as our tongues danced passionately with each other as I felt her nails scratching my back as she fell apart in my arm. “Josh, I love you!” she moaned as I saw the look of ecstasy that washed over her as her orgasm took over.

“Fuck, you are so fuckin’ beautiful. I love you too,” I said feeling my dick get even harder as I kept thrusting. Yeah, you gon’ give me another one and it’s gon’ be big.

Jasmine’s POV

 “Mmhmm, I want you to give me another one Jazzy,” Jey growled reversing our position as he now towered over me, playing with my sensitive clit, thrusting long and hard trying to make me cum again.

“Josh, I can't, it's too much,” I moaned as sweat dripped from his face, falling onto my chest as he kissed me speechless “I…Said. Give…It…To…. Me…Now, “Jey growled against my mouth, each thrust more powerful than the last as my pussy gripped him like a tight vice, and I couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Josh! I’m cummin’!” I cried as my pussy quivered and gripped him even tighter as another orgasm rippled through my body.

“Oh yea, that’s what I wanted, shit! Give it all to me baby, I’m cumin too!” Jey groaned loudly as he came inside me. I could only hear the heavy beat of my heart and our heavy breathing in sync as he collapsed beside me holding me close as we came down from ecstasy.

“You know you I ain’t letting you go right? We a family and gon’ stay one,” he said as I smiled. “I know and I ain’t letting you go either,” I whispered as he kissed me gently.

“When I’m on the road all I think about is you and lil man, you ain’t never gotta worry bout, nothin’ girl, I love ya’ll and I ain’t messin’ dat up for nobody he said as I tried not to get emotional. "I know, baby it's ok," whispered as he held me closer.

"I was outta pocket not stopping her from dancing all up on me like that, I promise it won’t happen again,” Jey said as I sighed tracing his arm tattoo.

“I love you and I’m sorry about leaving the club with Carmelo,” I said honestly as he growled. “You had my ass trippin’ I was ready to kill his ass, Jasmine. I don’t even wanna imagine you wit somebody else,” Jey said as I shook my head.

“Can we just drop it for tonight before one of us gets mad again,” I said as he laughed.

“A'ight new rule, we ain’t never goin’ to bed angry in this house again,” Jey whispered caressing my face as I smiled. “I like that rule, no more going to bed angry,” I whispered settling in his arms as we both fell asleep.

The end

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[inaris-mage-of-storms]

Part 12 of The Codfather's Court AU

}{ Warning for blood consumption and drug-like intoxication.

fWhip might have continued to ignore the persistent rapping at his door in favor of more sleep, but the noise was beginning to give him a headache. He grumbled to himself all the way to the door, then threw it open and bared his fangs at the servant who stood there. Finea, if he recalled her name correctly.

"What?" he growled, and it took far more effort than it should have to force his expression into something closer to a scowl than a threat display. "I'm sleeping."

The parrotfish mer looked just as annoyed to be there as fWhip was to have been woken up, scowling at him in the late afternoon sun filtering through frosted windows that made light play on prismarine like water. "The Codfather requests your presence."

"The Codfather can eat a dick."

He tried to shut the door, but Finea put a foot forward to stop it. "I was being polite. It's not a request."

He could argue. He could push her back and shut the door. He could pretend to agree, say sure, he'd be right along, and then simply go back to sleep.

Don't make their job any harder than it already is.

It had been a long time since Gem scolded him for causing problems for staff with his antics, not since they were little more than children, but even centuries later he could still hear her words clear as day.

fWhip's chest ached. He'd give anything to hear his sister scold him again, no matter what it was for.

If he wanted to live long enough to grin sheepishly while Gem threw her hands in the air and rolled her eyes at him in exasperation, he needed to be careful how much he antagonized Jimmy. And while he didn't think Jimmy would take out his frustration on Finea or any other palace staff who reported fWhip's mulishness, it wasn't a risk he was willing to take, either.

"Ugh...fine. Lead the way," he grumbled, and followed Finea to Jimmy's personal quarters. When she left him outside the door, he took one more moment to consider finding some quiet corner of the spire to vanish into and ride out his exhaustion in peace, then sighed and let himself in.

He raised an eyebrow at Pixlriffs, who was on the floor leaning against Jimmy's legs with his head in his lap, but Pix seemed far more interested in the fingers massaging his scalp than he was in fWhip's judgment.

"You certainly took your time," said Jimmy, rubbing little circles that curled Pix's hair around his fingers. "You didn't give Finea a hard time, I hope."

fWhip crossed his arms, trying to blink clarity back into his wavering vision. "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. What do you care?" An ache gnawed inside him, a hunger that wasn't hunger, and he fought to ignore it.

Jimmy paused his movements. "I didn't call you here to be a brat," he growled.

"Too bad," said fWhip. "You're lucky I even showed up."

Jimmy surged to his feet, but fWhip was ready for him this time, already focused on every twitch of impressive muscles. His thirst begged him to hunt, but instead of grabbing for his prey like instinct demanded, fWhip leaped out of Jimmy's grasp, snapping his wings for an extra push. But there were only so many places he could go, and his strength was already flagging after the burst of movement, and it wasn't long before Jimmy had him cornered against a wall.

He didn't even know what they argued about, really. Jimmy was shouting something about disrespect and knowing his place, and fWhip was vaguely aware of his mouth moving without his input as he snarked back. Despite her best efforts, Gem never really had gotten fWhip to rank self-preservation higher than sass in his list of priorities. Probably because she wasn't much better at it herself.

Darkness seeped into the edges of fWhip's vision, and a slow-building ringing in his ears wasn't helping his headache. His knees tried to fold under him, and he covered his wobble by leaning back against the wall nonchalantly as he told Jimmy where exactly he could shove that stupid mask.

A hand entered his limited line of sight, reaching for his throat. With nowhere to go, fWhip resorted to the only course of action he had left, and sank his teeth into Jimmy's flesh.

The room went still, chaos giving way to abrupt silence as all of them processed what was happening. Jimmy stared down in shock, Pix sat up slowly with wide eyes, and fWhip wondered if Gem and Sausage would at least be allowed to collect his body for a proper Grimlands burial.

Oh, shit.

Blood welled around fWhip's fangs, warm and metallic and so, so satisfying. He closed his eyes, unable to stop the groan that bubbled up in his throat.

Oh. Shit.

He wrapped his hands around Jimmy's wrist and swallowed greedily from twin punctures. Jimmy tasted like the sea, cool and crisp and salty. Like magic - like power, golden and thrumming, overwhelming divinity already refreshing fWhip's strength faster than he thought possible.

With sustenance finally at hand, clarity began to return to fWhip's mind, but it faded just as quickly as magic-induced euphoria took over. He only had a brief moment to curse the side effect that most vampires saw as a bonus, before it fully settled in and he could no longer bring himself to care.

"Well. That certainly explains some things," said Pixlriffs, watching fWhip continue to mouth at Jimmy's hand greedily.

"It does," agreed Jimmy. His other hand came up slowly to cup fWhip's cheek, and fWhip leaned into the touch. "fWhip? You with us, buddy?"

fWhip glanced up at him, pupils blown wide, and pulled back just enough to run his tongue over the blood that dripped down Jimmy's hand before resuming his feeding. But he didn't respond otherwise, and for once didn't seem to mind Jimmy's gentle stroke across his hair.

"Is he...all right?" asked Jimmy uncertainly. "I don't know the first thing about vampires. Well, other than the obvious."

Pix sprang to his feet. "I can't recall much off the top of my head, but I know a tome I can check." He rushed out of the room, an eager gleam in his eyes at being given a new subject to research.

Jimmy watched fWhip curiously, until he finally seemed sated and sat back with a content sigh. He ran his hands over Jimmy's arm, as if fascinated by the feel of skin under his fingers, then peered up at Jimmy with a dopey smile.

"Kiss me?"

Jimmy raised an eyebrow, but leaned down and kissed his concubine as requested. "You good?"

"Never better." fWhip pulled him into another kiss, then nudged him back into a chair so he could crawl into his lap and mouth at his neck. He didn't bite down, seemingly content to simply nibble and lick, while a perplexed Jimmy held him close.

[lemoncrushh]

Fratboy Harry - Part 2

Summary: Harry Styles was a boy with a reputation, one that you couldn’t care less about. Yet one night at a frat party changed everything.

Warnings: Smut, drinking, angst, a very cocky Harry. 18+ ONLY!!

Part 2 Word Count: 2071

STORY PAGE

Wandering through the house, you stepped over empty beer bottles and bodies making out in the hallway. When you'd met up with your friends, they hadn't seemed anxious to leave any time soon, so you'd taken off by yourself again. You weren't really having the best time, but you didn't want to be a party pooper, so you stayed.

After finding the restroom, you stepped back out into the hallway, almost bumping into Jimmy, a guy you knew from your Ethics class.

"Hey, Y/N!" he shouted over the loud music. "I didn't know you were here."

"Hi, Jimmy," you greeted, "what's up?"

Jimmy shoved his hands in his pockets. "Not much. Was just about to grab a drink." He nodded towards your empty hands. "Looks like you could use one too."

You shrugged. "I've already had a couple but...why not?"

You followed Jimmy down the hallway toward the living room where the music grew louder. Side stepping a drunk girl on the floor and shoving past a large group of people, you finally made it back to the kitchen. A few people lingered, just chatting and sipping cocktails, and a couple at the far end were kissing. But much to your relief, there was no sign of Harry.

"So what'll it be?" asked Jimmy as he grabbed a red Solo cup. "I make a pretty mad vodka on the rocks."

You chuckled. "Anyone can do that, Jimmy," you teased. "That's just liquor and ice."

"Damn," he muttered. "I was hoping you wouldn't catch that."

Giving him a playful punch in his arm, you reached for your own cup, filling it with ice. As Jimmy poured vodka into both of your cups, you heard a burst of laughter. Looking up, you saw a small crowd of people enter the kitchen, and when you caught sight of the plaid shirt, your stomach did an unwelcome flip. You tried your best to focus on Jimmy and whatever he was concocting, but the point was moot.

"C'mon, Harry," you heard a female voice squeal, "let's do some shots!"

You stared down at the kitchen counter, waiting to hear Harry's response, but none came. Curious, you eased your head up and shifted your eyes. You nearly jumped when you saw that Harry was looking right at you.

"Here ya go." You'd almost forgotten about Jimmy's presence until he handed you the drink. You smiled politely, taking it from him.

"Thanks. Cheers."

Tapping your cup against his, you took a large swig. You weren't sure exactly what was in it, but it tasted really good. As you lifted the glass to take another larger gulp, your eyes met Harry's again. He had his entourage with him, this time a couple of girls in tow. One in particular, whom you assumed must have been the one to suggest the shots, stood right up against him, one hand holding a beer, the other his arm.

You watched as she stood on her tip toes to whisper something in his ear. His lips stretched into his signature cocky smirk though he still didn't look at her. Instead, he started walking directly toward you, causing you to nearly choke.

"I thought you'd gone," he stated when he stopped in front of you.

You shook your head. "No." You sipped on your drink some more, hoping he would get the hint.

"Ah," he gave a curt nod. "So it's just me then."

"What do you mean?"

He cocked his head to the side, gesturing toward Jimmy. "You'll drink with him, but not me."

You narrowed your eyes. "Jimmy's my friend."

Harry gave a look of hurt and shock, placing his hand over his heart just like he'd done earlier on the back porch. "I'm your friend," he said.

Before you could give a comeback, you heard Jimmy scoff. Harry turned to glare at him. "Got a problem, mate?"

"Nope," Jimmy rolled his eyes before knocking back his drink. You thought you heard him say something under his breath about not being his mate.

Harry turned back to you, his green eyes blazing. Then he took another step toward you, so close that he barely had to whisper.

"I thought we had a moment."

Okay, you could admit you were attracted to him. You could also admit you'd enjoyed the shot, and the kiss, and the way his hands had felt on your waist. But you were not going to pretend that it meant anything to either of you.

You bit your bottom lip, grinning up at him. "You flatter yourself, Harry."

He shut his eyes, letting out a deep sigh. "Why must you hurt me, Y/N?"

You puffed out a breath, laying your cup on the counter. "Why must you be so dramatic? It was one shot."

You turned slightly, hoping to find where Jimmy had gone, but you didn't see him. Harry grabbed your arm, pulling you back.

"I'm sorry," he pouted. "You're right. It was one shot. Let's do another."

"Uh...no," you refused.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to. But I'm pretty sure that girl over there's been dying to lick salt off your neck." You pointed at the girl he'd entered the kitchen with, whom you'd noticed was still chatting with her group of friends, but kept eyeing you and Harry.

"C'mon, Y/N!"

"Why do you keep saying my name like that?" you demanded.

"How am I supposed to say it?" he asked. "Am I saying it wrong?"

You chuckled with a sigh. "No. You just..."

You didn't want to be having this conversation. You should have just left the party when you'd left the kitchen the first time. Or better yet, you should have told him to go to hell when he'd spoken to you in the first place.

"I just what?"

You looked at his face again, time suddenly seeming to stand still. Your mouth went dry and you forgot what you were going to say.

"I just what?" Harry asked again, lifting his hand to your neck, sliding it under your ear.

"You just..." you swallowed hard, lifting your hand then to grab hold of his wrist, "you keep saying it like you already know me. Like I'd already introduced myself to you without my knowledge and somehow we're already..."

Your words trailed off as Harry leaned closer and grazed his lips across yours. You momentarily lost your train of thought as you gave in to his kisses. You tasted the alcohol on his breath, but it only made you want him to kiss you more. Feeling bold, you found his tongue with yours, a soft groan escaping his mouth. It only occurred to you when you heard the clink of ice that you were surrounded by other people.

Pushing against Harry's chest with your hands, you broke the kiss, your own chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyelids were heavy as he gazed down at you. You were quite certain you heard the girl he'd come in with gasp.

"C'mere," he said, taking your hand.

For reasons unknown, you followed Harry through the living room and down the hall. You gave no hesitation or resistance when he reached a bedroom door, pushing it open. You stepped inside, waiting for him to shut the door behind him. When he did, he stepped closer to you, placing his hands on your waist like he had the last time.

"Don't you like me, Y/N?" he inquired, his voice suddenly deeper.

"I...I do..." you breathed. "I think that's the problem."

"Why is that a problem?"

You bit your lip again, trying to think of an answer.

"Because...we're different," you finally confessed.

Harry raised his brows. "How so?"

When you didn't answer, he pulled you closer, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"I don't think we're that different, love," he murmured against your skin, moving down to your nose. "I like you..." he kissed your lips, "you like me."

You gave a quiet hum when he kissed you once more before his lips traveled down to your neck. At that exact moment you learned the meaning of two things for the first time in your life. You understood the phrase "weak in the knees", and what it meant to surrender.

"Harry..."

As you grabbed the shoulders of his shirt in your fists, he lifted you up, your legs quickly wrapping around him. He gave you a sexy grin as he guided you backwards toward the bed. He laid you down, his body hovering over yours before he kissed you again, the deepest kiss yet.

You felt a sensation take over your body, removing all doubt and resistance you might have had. Your nerve ends tingled, your toes curled and your breaths quickened. Your fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt until he rose to his knees, removing the shirt himself. You eagerly reached for him, needing to touch his skin.

You raked your fingers down his back as he sucked on your neck, sure to leave a mark. You felt his hand glide up your side, underneath your shirt. You gasped when he cupped your breast, the warm sensation between your legs now on overdrive.

You lifted your torso slightly to allow Harry to remove your shirt and bra. Neither of you had yet to utter a word, only the sounds of your breathing and soft moans being the conversation. But when Harry's assault on your neck stopped and his lips traveled to your ear, he whispered in a low groan.

"I want you."

The part of you that would have said no, the part of you that was guarded and knew Harry Styles was nothing but trouble was nowhere to be found. You'd lost your inhibitions twice tonight thanks to him, and now there was no going back.

"I want you too," you murmured, gently grinding against his undeniable erection.

Lifting his body once more, Harry eyed you seductively as he removed your jeans and underwear. Then he did the same with his own, grabbing a condom from his pocket. You watched him as he put it on, then crawled on top of you again.

Up until now, the idea that there were other people in the house, and someone could possibly walk in hadn't occurred to you. But as you felt the pressure of Harry entering you, the idea was simply titillating and taboo.

Harry's breathing got louder as faster as he began to thrust. You stared up at the ceiling for a moment before closing your eyes and letting the feeling take over. Your hands grabbed his shoulders and you spread your legs wider. You had to admit, you hadn't expected it to feel this good.

"Oh..." you heard yourself let out as your hands made their way to his neck, your fingers tangling in the curls at the nape.

"Yeah, baby," he moaned in your ear. "Feels so good."

Finally when his lips met yours and he lifted his head, you let yourself look into his eyes. Although he still wore that cocky smirk, you couldn't get over how beautiful he was.

As he began to pump his hips faster, you knew you were getting close to the edge.

"Shit," he swallowed, confirming his own ending was coming soon.

Grabbing your thigh, he situated himself at a certain angle that finally did you in. Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head as you reached your climax, calling his name. Harry soon followed, his body trembling over yours as he let out a few more expletives and a long breathy moan.

When you both came down from your highs, trying to catch your breath, you sat up and reached for your clothes. Harry watched you get dressed, but neither of you said anything. You hadn't expected him to, after all. This was probably just a one time thing, a "hook up" as they call it. However, when you were pulling your shirt over your head and he had finally pulled on his jeans, he took your hand.

"Please let me call you, Y/N," he said, his voice scratchy.

It was your time to smirk at him. "You don't have to."

"I know I don't. I want to."

You gave him a soft smile and a nod. "Alright."

Then leaning forward, Harry slid his hand under your ear and gave you one more tender kiss.

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[the-somwthing]

Who wants to see how normal I am, AKA,

EVERY SCOTT AND JOEL MOMENT I CAN REMEMBER OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD IN SEASONS 1-4 (still gotta rewatch SL to get a refresher):

- Joel laments about not having dark oak and having to pay Scar for “future dark oak if they find it” even tho he’s SURE they DO have it, then Scott says that there’s dark oak by his house that Joel can have, and along with Jimmy and Martyn they organize a magic show to take down Scar and Grian’s monopoly.

- Joel burns down Scott’s wall 😁🔥 just to make something else burn like he did

- Scott makes fun of how poorly done the burning of the wall was multiple times before finding out who did it

- Joel also lies about doing it

- Joel also tries to murder Scott with a failed anvil trap at his door 💀

- Scott makes fun of how poorly made this trap was as well. Joel also burns the wall again as he runs away

- btw this isn’t in a super chronological order I sometimes remember things later. Like how technically it was Jimmy who started the “Joeleo oh Joeleo, wherefore art thou Joeleo” thing but Scott DID join in on it so

- also COW HEIST 🥳😅 gone wrong. Joel and Martyn try to steal Flower Husbands’ cows. Make a (very bad) deal with Jimmy to get cows. Try to steal again when Scott’s telling Jimmy not to give away cows. Finally make an ACTUAL deal. Make fun of Joel and Martyn having a tough time getting the cows up the cliff.

- Ren: “we have banners all over the server, if you joined us we could easily pinch the middle” Scott: “so Joel? 🤩” Martyn: “BTW Joel’s already with us” Scott: “so we can’t pinch Joel, dang it 😔😒”

- Scott (and Jimmy) threatening to kill Joel’s dogs 💀😁

- Scott making fun of the red army for Joel betraying them

- Scott being willing to forgive Joel for the burning of the wall if he can do them a favor sometime (to which Joel immediately offers 13 cobblestone)

- Scott making a little secret storage area for potions for everyone in the desert faction MINUS Joel because he doesn’t trust him

- OH ALSO Scott mostly just being upset at Joel for LYING about burning his wall

- Scott burning down the wool castle and saying “maybe I do understand why Joel burned my wall. This is very freeing.”

- The fire spreading to Geraldine who was unfortunately left behind, Scott ALMOST saves her before deciding that Joel deserves it

- Scott stopping by Joel’s house and Joel shows up. They talk and decide that they’re allies and won’t come after each other

- Joel gives Scott a house tour

- He also shows Scott his dogs where Scott confesses to burning the castle and causing Geraldine’s death. Joel is sad but says it’s okay

- Also they mention that Jimmy died and Joel goes “I’m glad he died JUST KIDDING we love you Jimmy 🥺😔😭”. I don’t know what to say about this.

- Oh also at some point Joel says (about the roof above his bed being missing) that he likes to look at the stars as he sleeps. This one is a huge stretch and goes into fanon territory with Scott being connected with the stars but it’s a fun fact nonetheless.

- also love the energy of Joel excitedly showing off his dogs to Scott and Scott being like “that’s cool *chuckles nervously*”

- When they’re doing war strategies Scott would often pair himself with Joel. Just sayin.

- Scott, Scar, and Grian are on that stupid platform above Dogwarts. Joel is below them inside Dogwarts with all his dogs. Grian suggests dropping some TNT down onto him to essentially deal with the problem before it becomes their problem (they’re all terrified of Joel and kind of want him to die despite being on their side so that they don’t have to face him when they win the war). Scott gasps at this and seems to want to argue but the logic is sound and he also wants revenge on Joel, so he just covers his eyes but like this 🫣 and says “I can’t watch”. Ultimately they don’t do it.

- Scott and Joel both really want to kill BigB (the last green) and they go together and kill him 🥰

- Once again Scott pairs himself with Joel to attack Ren and Martyn. Bdubs and Impulse volunteer to tag along but end up retreating before being killed like the others.

- Scott is upset that Joel died but also refers to his death as a “slight ‘woo’!” because of the revenge and previously mentioned fear of having to fight him when they’re no longer on the same side

- Scott takes some of Joel’s stuff and declares that his death won’t be in vain

- It was in vain he died again 💔 THEY DIED IN BATTLE TOGETHER AT THE HANDS OF THE SAME KING THEY SPAT IN THE FACE OF 🥰

- Scott is nervous about being Joel’s neighbor in Last Life. And Scar’s for that matter

- After many failed boogey attempts, Joel comes crawling to Scott’s house for one last shot, pretending that Mumbo was the boogeyman and killed him for THAT reason.

- Joel compliments the house (poking fun at Pearl for making Scott do all the work after finding out she didn’t build any of it) and gets them to invite him inside

- He blocks the exit and starts attacking Pearl. He only switched to killing Scott because he was defending her like a boss. He kills Scott and gets cured, but Scott’s like “PEARL, KILL HIM!!” so yeah.

- They get the enchanting table off his dead body and make fun of him for having that on him while trying to kill people, and they keep it as a reward

- I don’t have the memory to be so descriptive. Joel targets Scott’s base many times, the TNT minecart door trap, the trap at the gate that actually worked, blowing up his roof with minecarts, attempting to grief his water elevator, surrounding the base in walls of lava…

- Scott tells Lizzie that her husband keeps trying to murder him. She says that he does that to her, too, and it’s “a sign that he loves you”. Scott says “oh” and IMMEDIATELY moves on

- Scott kills Joel at the end 😁 As a desperate attempt to get them to not kill him Joel yells “TEAM?” lmao

- start of Double Life they run the same direction at the beginning and kind of yell at each other before finally managing to go separate ways

- Scott of course makes fun of Joel’s death because of the way he and Etho were acting. Not to Joel’s face tho.

- Scott compliments the Relation Ship multiple times

- Scott visits the Relation at some point when Joel is there and just vents to him about Pearl. Joel sympathizes with him.

- Multiple times Scott says that he thinks the Boat Boys are good

- Joel kills Pearl but like Scott had nothing to do with that despite also dying

- Scott burns down the Relation cuz he felt like it 😁🔥

- Joel wants Scott dead soso bad

- Joel kills Scott with a rocket while Scott tries to hit him with a bucket of water. 🥰💀

- Then um there was something about a nether portal trap uh for some reason Joel’s not here anymore guess we move on to next season

- After the boogey reroll Scott hears Joel complain about not being boogeyman and says “good to know it’s not you!”

- They go into a ravine cave together. They both saw an emerald ore but Scott mines it

- Joel asks where the emerald is and Scott says he mined it and asks if Joel wanted it. He says yes and Scott gives him the emerald. He calls it an Emerald Of Trust.

- Joel thinks it’s really nice and gives Scott a piece of bamboo in return, which Scott is happy about.

- They are stuck bonding in the stupid cave together because neither of them have much food except Scott’s cooking kelp and sharing it with Joel, so they have to wait for the kelp to cook, split it between the two of them, eat it (NOT FILLING AT ALL), and heal, just a very long process.

- Eventually Joel feels ready to leave and get better food.

- Next time Scott sees Joel, he’s with Jimmy and apparently they are now bad boys

- He watches as Joel washes away carpet like a real bad boy

- As Scott leaves Joel begs him to tell everyone that he and Jimmy are bad boys (this is one that I remember from Joel’s POV, pretty much the only thing on the list that isn’t Scott’s POV lol well actually there was probably another)

- Scott decides to live in the ocean. Joel is upset because HE wanted to live in the ocean.

- Scott watches Joel kill TIES cow for the second time

- While having a hashtag flower husbands moment Scott helps trying to put out the fire on the mansion (too late tho nobody could stop THAT)

- oh I almost forgot. After making his island Scott puts a chest on it to “dump random junk he doesn’t need to keep on him” and AS HE SAYS THIS he hovers over the bamboo Joel gave him and doesn’t put it in the chest. I know it’s moreso because it’s a resource but like.

- Also we all know what ended up happening with that bamboo gift! It surrounds the Coral Isles!

- Anyways Scott needs some carpet for his farm so he goes to the bad boys to ask for carpet. Grian and Jimmy tell him to strike a deal with Joel since he’s the one who has all the carpet. Scott walks over to Joel and says “remember when we bonded in the cave?” and Joel hands him the carpet. Scott says “yay 🥳 good boys! 🥰” and the bad boys are horrified, tell him to never say that again they are BAD BOYS and make him leave.

- (also may be worth mentioning that from what I can tell, Joel didn’t have that carpet on him, and actually ran to grab it as soon as Scott asked)

- god that ^ was all session one. ANWYAYS Joel asks people for gold and in exchange they can have unlimited bread. Scott and Impulse give Joel gold.

- At some point Scott goes to collect some free unlimited bread. Grian and Jimmy stop him like “WHAT are you doing ✋🤨 only IMPULSE has unlimited bread” and Scott says “no I have it too go ask Joel” so they go to Joel and say “WHAT is this about SCOTT having unlimited bread…” and Joel just goes “yup Scott gets unlimited bread 👍” so Scott collects his bread while the other bad boys are just so disappointed in Joel

- Now is where I lost track of the timeline, but I remember once or twice Scott would just be talking usually to himself like “the bad boys are truly the good boys of the server 🥰😇”

- Despite this Scott eventually becomes scared of Joel because he did the math and realized that he’s got so many allies who won’t attack him, and the people who aren’t his allies would likely be too scared to attack Scott EXCEPT Joel.

- And Scott was spot on because he was just chilling when out of nowhere Joel just charges at him yelling “SCOTT YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT” and of course after a little more chasing “SCOTT YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN STUPID”

- Scott manages to get away and thinks that Joel’s lines were really funny and pathetic and is no longer afraid of him

- Bad Boys try to trap Mean Gills’ secret bed but they get foiled

- The usual Joel wants to kill Scott really bad

- Scott’s like “we have to eliminate Joel” and gets the Clockers to help because he killed them

- Joel is terrified the entire time lmao. I remember “then why is your voice higher pitched?” “BECAUSE IM SCARED” “that’s what I thought” as he lets Joel get away ahahdg

- OH I ALMOST FORGOT Scott letting Jimmy kill him for time and Joel trying to steal the kill cuz lol.

- Back to Scott terrifying Joel. That one time he tells Joel to leave Scar alone and Joel just goes “..ok”

- And then of course Scott kills Joel again 🥳😍 surely this won’t happen again 💀

- OTHER THING I FORGOT TO MENTION CUZ IM MOSTLY GOING OFF MY MEMORY OF THE MORE RECENTLY WATCHED SCOTT POV Joel always destroying Scott’s walls cuz tradition.

So yeah this was all just off the top of my head without looking at anything. I’d love to make a new version when I rewatch SL and/or Joel’s POVs. This proves that I’m normal right

[myupostsheadcanons]

like… people don't really talk about this sequence. Or think it is about Curly himself. which is only one way to look at it, which was how Jimmy interpreted their later conversation. (Reached the top of the ladder and wished you had climbed another instead).

However, Curly was on his way to talk to Jimmy for Anya when all these Warning Signs popped up and all the broken ladders. Curly wasn't the person who had broken prospects, he even believed he could easily transition into something else, those broken ladders and warning signs were about Jimmy. Curly already knew what Jim did to Anya because she told him and Jimmy had no career opportunities because of his record and only got this job because Curly was his friend.

And then everything goes to white before Curly reached the door to give Jimmy his psycheval, as if he was clearing his mind of the problems. He wanted his friend to have a chance to do better, but knew in the back of his brain it wasn't possible.

This is another parallel with the "dead pixel" conversation with Anya, and that Curly would later share a fate with her of being another victim and at at the mercy of Jimmy. His inaction and enabling of his old friend he wanted to help 'take responsibility' caused him to end up with a massive dose of karma. Anya told Curly about the pixel, she also told Curly about Jim: it was annoying to think about, and he ignored it so he could continue to look at the "bigger picture" of trying to make everybody happy.

As a Captain, he wanted to keep the peace instead of making hard choices. Anya took a lot of the initiative away from Curly, she hid the gun so Jimmy (and Curly) couldn't find it. Then he wanted Anya to come to him first so they both could tell Jimmy, but she told Jimmy alone instead. They both knew Jimmy could've became violent, and Curly left to find Jimmy right after and found him outside the cockpit, the last known location of the gun. Instead of arresting Jimmy, putting him in a cryopod, he tried to placate him only to hear Jimmy talk about the Tulpar tragically go missing with no survivors...

Again, no action was seemingly taken, and Jimmy was left alone to go into the cockpit to crash the ship. It wasn't clear what Curly did between letting Jimmy go and when the crash warnings started going off. We don't get to know Curly's side of the story after this point. Did he leave again to talk to Anya or did he want to make arrangements to do something with Jimmy? He would've needed to get Swansea and Daisuke to help him apprehend Jimmy, and that half-hour/hour left unattended was all Jimmy needed to cause the crash (Anya hid the gun, so it wasn't in the cockpit and Curly didn't know where she put it, so would've needed to ask for help in case Jimmy did get violent). We just don't know what was happening during that brief time frame with the other characters.

[dalekofchaos]

Context

Smith's Grove

Smith's Grove is the prequel to the faithful night Michael came home. It's a psychological thriller and character study of Michael Myers and Dr Sam Loomis at first trying to reach him and helping the young boy, then suddenly patients are dying. "Accidents" start to happen in Smith's Grove and Loomis realizes that Michael is simply evil beyond help and dedicates his life to keeping Michael locked up.

Took inspiration from the chaos comics.

Halloween 4 Requel

Halloween 4 has become a cult classic. Fans wish Jamie got to be a killer. Danielle Harris wishes she got to be the killer. So imagine.

Jamie really does kill her foster mother. She is locked up in Smith's Grove. There were brief flashes of humanity to the point where Loomis thought she could be reached and did all he could to help her, but it's too late.

Now it's 35 years later. Jamie is back. She dons a clown costume with a Clara Bow styled clown mask(a nod to Michael almost having a Emmett Kelly clown mask) and Rachel will either break through to her sister or do what she must to stop her.

Charlie Bowles

"I remember over in Russellville, old Charlie Bowles, about fifteen years ago… One night, he finished dinner, and he excused himself from the table. He went out to the garage, and got himself a hacksaw. Then he went back into the house, kissed his wife and his two children goodbye, and then he proceeded to…"

One simple story from a gravekeeper could tell an interesting story

Season of the Witch Continuation

A fan came up with a concept of what could happen after Season of The Witch.

Laurie, Allyson, Jamie and John uniting against Michael

Lets retcon Ends. It was Laurie's fever dream after losing Karen. Allyson is taking care of Laurie as grief consumes them both. However. Ghosts from Laurie's past comes back to haunt her.

Her other children. The children she had to give up. Jamie and John.

To avoid a multiverse type story to make the Thorn Trilogy and H20 canon to the Blumhouse Trilogy, we are gonna be creative with Jamie and John's stories in this timeline.

Laurie had to give up Karen. But what if she had the choice to raise one child while giving up the other two? Also Laurie did say in 2018 she had multiple failed marriages. So it could work.

Laurie and Jimmy had Jamie and Laurie and Ben Tramer had John. Laurie's problems caused her to lose her families. Either her partners couldn't take it or they lost the kids like with Karen.

John lived in California, while Jamie lived in Russleville.

They came to pay respects for Karen, but make it clear they want nothing to do with her. They both had similar "incidents" like Michael.

John's best friend Charlie became a Michael Myers copycat(a nod to the original H20 plot) and killed half of his classmates with only John and Sarah surviving.

Jamie had a look a like who attended her school.(a nod to two Jamies) One Halloween, she snapped. She dressed up like a clown and tried to kill her. She followed her home and killed her step-mother. She was blamed for deaths, but eventually her name was cleared and both her and Rachel made it out alive.

However they both admitted. No matter what they did to their pursuers that they kept coming back, kept killing and kept coming to find them.

Laurie is remorseful for what her children went through, but Allyson plays the peacemaker and deduces that they were all touched by Michael's evil.

Laurie's encounter spread to her children, which caused their stalkers to hunt them.

Which leads them to their originator. Michael.

It's sort of inspired by Fear Street, but an excuse to bring Laurie, Jamie, John and Allyson together to kill Michael, Charlie and Jamie's double together.

Ends with Laurie and Allyson killing Michael together. Jamie killing her doppleganger and ending the Thorn curse and John decapitating Charlie. Thus ending evil's hold over the Strode family and Jamie and John finding peace with Laurie.

Anthology Series

Season of The Witch was meant to start up an Anthology series of stories that takes place on Halloween Night, so let's continue that original vision.

Nightdance type story

Nightdance long story short takes place in 2000 and Michael stalks and hunts a girl who looks like Judith. It's a very much back to basics type story that Harkins back to Micheal being more of a stalker in the shadows and when he does attack, it's BRUTAL!

Here is how this hypothetical reboot could look like

Could just be an anthology series of different interpretations of Michael stalking and killing different babysitters in Illinois for the next 20-40 years after Halloween. One where he's classic Michael and the other where Michael becomes a clown once again

Halloween Resurrection Sequel

John Tate never received a conclusion and I feel he deserves justice in the H20 timeline. Because god knows that timeline deserves better than Resurrection as a conclusion.

Halloween 5 Requel

Halloween 5, but it ends with Michael imprisoned and Jamie saying "He'll never die" no Man in Black and no Thorn Cult.

Jamie lives her life normally until one day, Michael breaks out and it's Michael vs Jamie and a REAL conclusion to Jamie's story!

I made a similar story to how Jamie in a H5 Requel could look like

Rob Zombie timeline continuation with Laurie as the killer, but without Rob Zombie

As much shit as Zombie's movies were, the potential of Laurie as the killer could've been great, especially with that tease at the end and Scout would've killed it.

I ignore the director's cut as I felt Michael's death was more final and Laurie being left alive and being teased as the killer is much more satisfying than RZ's bullshit "director's cut"(yeah go fuck yourself with the "Laurie's dead and it was all in her head" fuck you)

[chaiandsage]

hi um. Having just finished my fourth (?) read of trust life, i have a couple things to say/ask

the first thing is Oh My God it’s incredible probably one of my favourite fics ever your writing is amazing and the characterisation is always on point

The next thing is how much planning went into the fic before writing? Theres so much detail and you clearly knew where everyone was and when

also just out of pure curiosity, did you have any sort of map of the world its set in? Or just the mental image ?

"You clearly knew where everyone was and when." Raph let me tell you it was a literal miracle I only had like one or two slip-ups on that end (that I know of). To this day I have no idea how I got away with it. There were just so many moving parts with five teams, fifteen people, and however many breakups/makeups/exes/friendships to keep track of. I had to remember which characters knew which bits of information at any given time, which characters were still left in the dark about certain things, and what lives everyone was on. I kept forgetting that players do NOT respawn with their belongings during this game and had to keep fixing that, same idea with trying to remember where everyone's last sleeping spot was so that they'd respawn in the correct locations whenever they died. It was… a lot. Not saying this fic wasn't still insanely fun to write though. It was both of those those things.

I did have an outline made that I roughly stuck to that covered a decent amount of what happened from beginning to end. A lot of it got cut out cause that fic was getting WAY too long. But to answer your question, yeah, there was a LOT of planning. My outline for this fic literally just consisted of a bunch of 1-3 sentence paragraphs explaining what events would pass and why in very simple terms, and even that took up like a couple dozen pages. But there was also a lot of stuff that I threw in while the fic was still being updated.

Like, I still wanted to try to work in what was going on with the cc's in the real world since most of this story was suppose to take place 6 months later. So when 6 months later had passed in real life I tried to tweak the story accordingly as best I could which really just required me to change up a few of the places they went to once the game had ended. The decision to have Jimmy flee to Evo was also something I changed while still posting chapters. I was thinking about somehow making him go back to the Third Life server instead but then thought: "How cool would it be if Grian's emotions were tied to Evo and that caused his, Jimmy's, and Bigb's conversation to be 10x more dramatic?" So I did that instead.

Then there was also a change with the Deep Frost Citadel, the location for that setting getting changed a couple of times. I was originally gonna have Scott tell Tango he loved him for the first time back in Tumble Town but then only realized months later that "wait- wait a minute… It NEVER RAINS desert biomes!!" So yeah, more tweaking of the story went on there but I definitely think the change ended up being for the better regardless of the whole rain problem, lol. But yeah, once again: a lot. A lot of planning went into that story (what I wouldn't give to be half as enthusiastic about actual important life stuff as I was with this fic). But there was also a lot that was changed and cleaned up as it was still being written.

As for a map, I HAD one at one point but ended up tossing it once the fic ended. But here's a hasty re-drawing from memory that I may or may not have forgotten to include a few things in:

I actually had some fun remaking this, so thank you for that! Also huge thanks for reading my fic! I am losing my marbles at the fact that you liked it enough to read it four times and that it’s one of your favorites too? Oh my god?? Thank you so much!

[dykedvonte]

you make really good points, I think I used the term karmic wrong sorry. I think of it more as not how I personally think he deserved all that happened to him (which thinking back os exactly what karma means, I messed up sorry), but as his fate being directly tied/parallel to anyas. I handnt noticed the toxicity of jimmy and curlys relationship, from the first playthrough I watched and the first interactions I had w fandom I saw so many ppl just. dismiss the terror Anya went through and focus too much on him as the "ultimate victim" and that just didn't sit well w me. I really dislike seeing ppl go "oh well nothing could've been done" I think it's much more complex than that. also I forgot to mention in the last ask that I really appreciate you bringing the point that this game isn't just about the harm of patriarchy but also very very critical to capitalism, I haven't seen too many ppl touch on this. I hadn't thought too deeply about how it makes "he deserved to become disabled as punishment" come up and I agree that's really messed up. I'll try watching a playthrough again with all of this in mind. but either way thanks! I really appreciate your answer 🫶🏼

I guess this is just part of being in a fandom like this. I've noticed a lot of people don't actually see posts outside of their curated view. So some people only get like anya posting or jimmy or curly and it can make it seem like that is what is saturating the conversation.

I mainly just follow the general tags and look for anything new because I'm like obsessed but I know some are only looking for what they want or believe to be the case and can get weird about other ideas.

Sorry if I came off mean its just a last few of the asks have been like circular conversations like this and its not draining per say but seeing all the nuance and details get overlooked to fit a straightforward and basic narrative really sucks cause there's a lot to explore character and theme wise.

[prettyhandsomeakwardtffiykyk]

Ghosted

A Slade x Lex story I know it's mid but I tried and I got the idea from @ev-arrested for that funny post you'll understand once you read it enjoy

It was a week after joining task force x and Alex or lex as he asked Amanda to call him was doing ok he was working in a lab he was allowed to do whatever Experiments he wanted having an overall good time he took Jimmy advice and chased after his dreams and it was pretty good deal he got along with Amanda and everyone else,lex thought everyone was ok it's had it's upsides

But there was a downside ( kind of) and it's name was agent wilson ever since he joined it's felt like wilson was trying to antagonizing him on Purpose he didn't know what the guys deal was but one popular theory was that Alex was stealing all the attention from Waller that's must be it what else could be and while lex is in his office making the blue print for his next big project and thinking he hear the door open and he turns to see who it is "speak of the devil" lex said in his head and puts his pen down

"Agent wilson what a surprise" lex said sarcastically

"Hello Alex what's are you doing" slade said grabbing the paper and looking over the blue prints and lex immediately tries to get them back but slade was taller and put the prints above his head just out if reach

"Are you always this childish wilson and it's my blue prints that's I've been working on for like a day now so give them back!" Lex jumps up to tries And grab them but slade just extends his hand up more

"No just with you now come on put a little more effort into getting those prints Alex it's not that hard just grab them" slade says in a mocking tone extending his hand more and bring them back down to taunt him more

"Or I could go to Amanda and tell her how you're not letting me work and trust me I'm not the one who going to get in trouble ninja" lex said in a warning tone when in reality he wasn't actually going to say anything not wanting probablys in the place that's going to help him achieve his dream but slade didn't know that

Slade gave him a look that's said whatever and then drops the papers and now their scattered around the floor "oops my bad lex my hand slipped and go ahead tell Mrs. Waller she definitely not going to believe you seeing as I'm her second in command"

"Of course that what this is about" lex say while picking up the papers

"what was that" slade says kneeling down "I didn't quite catch that Alex why do you speak up"

Lex's gets up and is completely down "what is your problem with me! I have done nothing to you wilson, if this is about mrs.waller attention it's not my fault you have issues especially if she likes me more"

After a few moments of silence and Wilson's Wilson's faces basically saying are you fucking serious right now " you really don't remember me huh"

"Not a fucking clue why don't you spell it out" Alex said upset and walking up to wilson to show how fed up he was

"Well you know me by a different name Alex you know that and it's a shame you remember was I really that forgetting" slade say Sitting on the desk to face Alex at eye level

"Just spit it out asshole I don't have all day" lex said staring at him getting more upset

Slade pulls out his phone and is on it for a minute and then looks at it and reads aloud "Alexander luthor, 25 not looking for anything serious sound familiar lex" slade said with a smirk

Lex did indeed know what he was reading it was Lex's grinder account profile while he was embarrassed it was just a dating profile everyone has one "ok and? You're bothering me cause I have a grinder profile I'm confused are you being homophobic rights now?"

"No you stupid ginger I have a profile and my name is slade if that rings any bell I thought you were smart but apparently you need better glasses" slade said flicking lex in the forehead and caused Alex to squeak out a small ow and covers his forehead

And after like 20 minutes of thinking he finally realized what was going "ohhhh fuck your the guy I ghosted" and slade say "no shit I remembered you the minute I saw you but apparently you couldn't even remember the guy who offered to take you to the movie"

" I know I know I'm sorry" Lex's said embarrassed and confused

And finally a big thanks to @rk886 for inspiring me to make this fic

[mjonthetrack]

vice queen

CHAPTER 80 “Soft Life Signed in Blood, Gold, and Group Chats”

The engine purred under Jimmy’s palm as he drove, hand firm on the wheel, the other stretched lazily over to rest on Camille’s bare thigh. She wore one of his tees as a cropped dress, tied at the waist with her own designer belt. Gold hoops, clear gloss, soft curls framing her face—but her aura? Unbothered™️.

Ghost was in the backseat like a trained mafia dog, tongue out the side of his mouth, big head leaned against the window. Camille reached back to pet him absently, the glittery acrylics from the night before catching the light.

Her phone buzzed and she just smirked—not one missed call. All her bios updated. “Jimmy’s problem ❤️” sat right in the display name like a kiss-off to her old life.

“You good?” Jimmy asked, his voice low and gritty like a slow burn.

She pulled down the mirror, checked her gloss. “Mhmm. I sent you all my passwords last night. Even the backup email ones. You got the location on, too. Don’t act new.”

Jimmy turned his head slightly, eyes dark but content. “I ain’t used to someone really following through.”

Camille smirked, popping her gum. “That’s ‘cause you ain’t had me before.”

He tapped the steering wheel twice, then added, “Our chains’ll be ready by Friday. Solid gold. Yours got a panther pendant with your initials on the back. I told ‘em make mine match—just with your name big across it.”

“I’m still coming to watch you get that tat done,” she said casually, like she hadn’t just marked him for life the same way he did her. “You better not flinch.”

He chuckled. “I didn’t even flinch when I canceled every sugar daddy in your contacts.”

“Pfft. That’s because you got joy from it.”

“I did. Especially the one that tried to Venmo you with a golf emoji. Who the fuck—” Jimmy cut himself off, knuckles tightening on the wheel. “Nah. It’s cool. I won.”

Camille laughed, stretching her legs out and adjusting the seat back slightly. “You sound like a kid who just won a candy raffle.”

“I won you. I feel like I hit a lick,” he said, not even trying to hide the sincerity in it.

They slowed as the car pulled up the private gate of the compound. Camille popped her gum again, eyes catching the cameras moving to track their ride.

“I’ll do the talking,” she said, unbothered, smoothing her thigh as Ghost barked once—ready to clock in.

Jimmy raised a brow. “We a team now, huh?”

She leaned in close, eyes gleaming. “That’s what you wanted, ain’t it?”

He stared at her for a long moment before grinning low and dangerous, the kind of grin that said this man will risk war for her comfort. “Say less, Panther. Let’s go show the fam what commitment looks like.”

The gate opened.

And hell followed them in.

CHAPTER 81 “Pre-Wife Energy & Warning Shots”

The sun hit just right as Camille stepped out the car like she was descending from a throne, not Jimmy’s matte black SUV. Her iced-out name chain hit the light like it had a grudge. Oversized shades, hoodie dress with nothing under it but audacity, thighs fresh from moisturized warfare. Ghost jumped out beside her, tail wagging, ready to snatch souls on command.

She barely made it five steps into the compound before one of the young runners paused mid-lift with a crate, eyes dragging slow up her legs like he ain’t value life.

Camille didn’t even stop walking, just clicked her tongue and adjusted her sunglasses. “You might wanna peel ya eyes away, son.” Her voice was calm, but laced with that southern sting that hit like sweet tea and a slap. “I got the pre-wife package locked down as of twelve hours ago. He real mean.”

Jimmy wasn’t even a full step behind her—quiet like a shadow, but packing heat and rage. The kind of quiet that screamed: I saw that shit.

The runner paled fast. “My bad, ma’am.”

Jimmy didn’t say shit. Just looked him dead in the eye, then down at Ghost, who let out a low growl like oh we could jump him if needed. Camille smirked, patting Jimmy’s chest like he was her personal emotional support grenade.

“Babe, it’s okay. He learned. Look at his lil face—he terrified.”

Jimmy leaned down just enough for the runner to catch it. “One more look, you lose vision, understood?”

The dude nodded so fast it looked like he might pass out. Ghost barked once, loud as hell, just to drive it home.

Camille rolled her eyes and grabbed Jimmy’s hand casually, swinging their arms. “Y’all be scaring people for free.”

Jimmy glanced at her, lips twitching. “Not free. You mine now. That comes with consequences.”

She smirked, then lowered her shades to wink at him. “You sound possessive.”

“I am.” He didn’t hesitate.

The compound doors swung open as they approached, and inside?

Jey was pacing. Destiny sat on a crate, arms folded. The vibe? Tense.

“Let me guess,” Camille called out sweetly. “Family meeting, and we weren’t invited?”

Destiny looked up, saw Camille in full wife-in-training mode and immediately squinted like oh? So we really soft-launched for real, huh?

Jey just muttered under his breath. “Lord, help us. She got her claws in now.”

Camille smiled wide, showing all teeth, then leaned into Jimmy and whispered with mischief in her voice, “Y’all gone hate having me in this inner circle.”

Jimmy? Just kissed the side of her head like they better learn to adjust.

CHAPTER 82 “Fine Print & Family Briefings”

Camille didn’t even sit yet—she perched. One leg tucked under her on a tall barstool like she owned the whole warehouse. Destiny’s eyes didn’t leave her for a second, arms folded tighter than a TSA agent’s attitude. And Jey? He was looking between them all like he just felt the family dynamic do a full 180 in real time.

“Alright,” Destiny finally said, voice cool but clear. “I got one question.”

Camille smirked, cocking her head. “Just one?”

“No,” Destiny shot back. “But this one’s the priority: You serious about my brother-in-law or is this another one of your ‘let me shake the game board just because I can’ moves?”

Before Camille could even crack a joke, Jimmy stepped forward, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. That subtle little move? Oh, he was activated.

“She’s not answering that.” His voice? Calm, deep, and final. “I am.”

Everyone went quiet like the group just got sat down for a business pitch and a family intervention all at once.

Jimmy looked at Destiny first. “I’m not playing games with her. Not letting her go. Not sharing her. Not entertaining her being ‘available.’ We’re not testing it out. We’re locked. Full exclusivity. No more clubs. No sugar daddies. No side income that involves a single man being in her face for money. Period.”

Camille blinked and glanced up at him like oh okay you just gone air it all out huh?

Jimmy kept going like a train on demon time.

“She sleeps at my house. Her name’s in my bios. Her passwords are on my phone. We got matching chains being made. She picked the color. I got her name on my chest. She’s coming to get mine next week. I canceled every man that thought they had a shot. Cleared ‘em out like roaches.”

Jey snorted. “Damn.”

Jimmy pointed a thumb at Ghost, who had flopped by Camille’s heels like a sleepy little war machine. “Even her dog know I’m his stepdaddy now.”

Destiny blinked like she needed to rewind the last minute.

Camille? Still perched, sipping an iced drink out a straw like this was a reality show and not her actual life.

“Y’all want more?” Jimmy said, voice low but hella serious. “She can redesign my whole place if she want. Add fur rugs. Add live plants. Paint the damn house. Strip it to the studs. I don’t care. If it make her stay, it’s happening. If she want to walk around naked? I’m taking off my clothes too just for moral support.”

Destiny opened her mouth but Jimmy cut in again.

“She gets full say on everything. Finances, house rules, business partnerships. If she even breathe that she don’t like somebody around us, I’ll ghost ‘em so fast their ancestors’ll feel it. She wants loyalty? She got it. She asked for accountability? I offered mine first.”

He finally took a breath. “And yeah—we got a safe word, I cook for her, and I already booked our next three dates. She just ain’t picked the outfits yet.”

The room went dead silent.

Destiny just… blinked again. “So… y’all married or—?”

Camille, without missing a beat, put her drink down and clicked her tongue. “Pre-wife, remember? Keep up.”

Jimmy smirked, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “And the pre-honeymoon starts when we get home.”

Camille grinned, but Destiny held up both hands. “Okay—pause. I’m gonna go pray or something. Y’all are too locked inand I wasn’t ready for that sermon.”

Jey just whispered, “This what love look like? Shit, I feel poor.”

CHAPTER 83 “Tatted & Toe Tagged (in Love)”

Jimmy didn’t talk much when he was focused. It was something Camille noticed while she sat pretty in a reclining pedicure chair, her legs stretched out, Ghost laid out like a little gangster prince at their feet.

The spa? Rented out. Whole section. Private. Candles, soft-ass R&B from the early 2000s humming out the ceiling, snacks on a tray, and the smell of eucalyptus everywhere. Camille peeked over the rim of her smoothie straw and kicked her foot a little when the warm water tickled.

“You renting out a spa to distract me or get extra credit?” she asked, sipping loud.

Jimmy sat beside her, his massive frame somehow looking cozy in a matching black durag and sweats, one leg outstretched, letting the tech go to town on his toes with zero shame.

He looked at her sideways, diamond earring glinting. “I’m doing both. Playin’ my part.”

She rolled her eyes. “Mhm.”

“You agreed to be mine. That means I gotta play the role correct.”

“Pedicures are part of that?”

He looked over like she insulted his grandma. “Hell yeah. What I look like? Walking beside you with crusty feet?”

She let out a soft giggle despite herself.

Then her eyes flicked to the black folder on the table beside them—the one holding the fresh tattoo stencils.

His name. On her. In script, curved across her ribs. Her name. On him. Already healed across his chest, over his heart.

After the pedicures, Jimmy just said, “You ready?”

And that’s how they ended up at the private ink studio. Dark walls, moody neon lights, their favorite snacks on standby, and Ghost curled up asleep like this was just another normal errand run.

Jimmy went first.

He sat in the chair like it was nothing, shirt off, muscles flexing, scrolling through his phone like this wasn’t his third session in two weeks.

Camille, sitting across the room in a velvet chair with a mini bottle of champagne in hand, watched as the tattoo artist touched up the script. It healed clean. No scabs, no hesitations.

“Yours healed fine,” she said casually.

Jimmy glanced up. “Yeah. My skin knew who it was for.”

Camille blinked, lips twitching into a smirk. “You say shit like that and I almost forget how crazy you are.”

“Crazy for you. Don’t play with me.”

She chuckled, finished the champagne, and stood. “Fine. Let’s get mine done. You hold Ghost’s leash. He ain’t got manners around blood.”

Jimmy stood, adjusted his chain with her name shining gold across his collarbone, and kissed her temple. “I gotchu, Vice.”

As she laid on her side, shirt lifted for the artist to prep her ribs, Jimmy squatted nearby, one hand resting on her ankle, the other holding Ghost’s leash.

He didn’t say much.

Just watched like his whole life was getting etched into reality in front of him.

When the needle started, Camille just hummed. “This some soulmate shit, huh?”

Jimmy didn’t blink. “Yeah. Whole marriage license in ink. No expiration.”

CHAPTER 84: “Rites of the Restless”

The coffee was hot. The tension? Hotter. Camille had just taken that first sip, all glossy-eyed and glowy from sleep and good skin care, in Jimmy’s oversized shirt like she was born to steal hoodies and hearts. That bandage on her ribs peeked out under the hem—his name freshly inked in a spot that screamed “Touch me here” and he was gonna. Soon.

Jimmy was standing in the doorway like some Samoan reaper of peace. No shirt, no smile. Just the look. That I’m bout to ruin your walk stare.

“You keep starin’ like that and I’m gonna start charging you per glance,” she murmured without looking up, taking another sip of her drink.

“You ain't gonna charge me shit,” he said, voice low and weighty like thunderclouds right before a storm. “You mine now. Remember?”

Camille finally turned, lifting a brow. “I said yes to the terms. I ain’t say I signed over my whole soul yet.”

Jimmy stepped forward, slow. Controlled. Like a beast who knew how loud his footsteps echoed on hardwood. “You tatted my name on you. Sent me your passwords. Let me cancel every last one of them sugar daddy sponsorships. And you sittin' in my house in my shirt talkin' about soul contracts like you ain’t already committed crimes on that mattress.”

Camille licked her lips slow, setting the mug down with a soft clink.

“So what you saying, Mr. Terms and Conditions?”

Jimmy’s eyes dragged down her body then back up. “I’m saying this bed,” he jerked his head toward the hall, “ain’t been properly introduced to what belongs in it.”

“Oh?” she smirked. “And what belongs in it?”

“You,” he growled, already pulling her into his chest. “With your pretty mouth, fresh mani, and that smart-ass attitude.”

She gasped when he lifted her clean off the floor, coffee forgotten, her thighs instinctively locking around his waist as he carried her toward the bedroom.

“I still got butter and sugar on my breath,” she protested, giggling through it.

“I’ll taste-test and let you know,” he replied darkly, pushing the door open with his foot.

—

The bed was big. Ocean views behind it. White sheets, expensive as hell. Mood already ruined—in the best way.

He laid her down slow, taking time. She tried to sass, make some smartass comment, but he kissed it out of her mouth before she could. His lips were soft, but the grip on her thighs was sinful.

“Jimmy—”

“Shh,” he murmured against her collarbone, shirt already pushed up, his fingers trailing slow over her ink. “You feel that? That heartbeat right there? That’s mine now. You said yes.”

She shivered. “I said yes with conditions.”

“I know. And one of mine is makin’ sure your legs know my name too.”

His mouth moved lower—his name on her ribs—he kissed over it soft, then sunk his teeth in just a little.

She arched. “You a menace.”

“Nah,” he said, lips against her skin, “I’m a problem. And you like it.”

Clothes? Gone. Moans? Echoing. Her back? Arched like a Greek statue. He didn’t just hit it—he learned it. Took his time like she was a song only he had the sheet music to. Learned what made her breath catch, what made her toes curl, what made her mutter curses in three languages and claw at his back like she was tryna scratch her name into his skin.

“Jimmy—fuck—I hate you.”

“You love me,” he grinned against her neck.

“I do not—”

“You will.”

By the time the sun shifted and the room filled with golden light, Camille was flat on her back, hair wild, breathing shaky, lips swollen, thigh twitching. Jimmy hovered above her, looking smug and a lil too proud for someone who just murdered her soul on a mattress.

He kissed her temple and whispered, “That’s round one. Now the bed knows who you are.”

Camille blinked slowly, then pulled the pillow over her face.

Ghost barked once outside the door.

“Tell your stepson he better give me a minute,” she mumbled, voice muffled by the pillow.

Jimmy just laughed, pulling her close, sheets tangled around their legs like vines.

CHAPTER 85: “Clause 37: Raw & Regret”

Camille stood at the foot of the bed, bare, pillow in one hand, her dignity somewhere in the sheets. Her thighs were screaming, her voice hoarse, and that damn man was laid out behind her like a satisfied devil in a king-size hellscape he just built with his hands and tongue.

Her hair was a wild halo. Her back had light scratch marks. Her soul needed a reset.

She puffed her cheeks out, grumbling under her breath, “I cannot believe I agreed to the raw clause... I must’ve been high off that garlic butter and shrimp tail power trip.”

Jimmy didn’t even flinch, still laid up in bed, one arm behind his head, the other resting on his stomach. He had the nerveto smirk.

“You read the fine print,” he said, voice all gravel and sin.

Camille whipped her head around and glared. “I skimmed it while eating sausage! You tricked me.”

“You signed it with ya tongue and arch. Don’t act new.”

She groaned dramatically and grabbed her bonnet off the nightstand. “This is insane. I feel like my uterus called out of work.”

Ghost barked from the other side of the door like he knew. Like he was judging.

Camille turned toward the bathroom, walking like a baby giraffe learning its first steps, mumbling to herself. “Whole damn Olympic performance and this man got me waddling like I just gave birth to a decision.”

She flicked on the shower, steam rising almost instantly, and stepped inside. The hot water hit her thighs and she winced.

“Lawd.”

She tilted her head back, letting the water cascade down as she muttered to herself like a sitcom character after a scandalous season finale.

“No condom. This man really hit raw with the confidence of a man who eats steak off a hot rock. If I end up pregnant off one night, I’m haunting this whole house.”

Meanwhile, Jimmy was still in bed, texting Jey like:

📲: yeah I got her locked in 📲: she walkin like she been baptized 📲: I’m bout to make her an omelet and rub her feet

Camille stomped out the bathroom fifteen minutes later, wrapped in a black towel, hair tied up, smelling like vanilla and expensive regret. She looked at him like she was debating whether to kiss him or fight him.

“Just so we clear,” she said slowly, “you better pray I don’t end up knocked up behind this. You already got me out the club, in your bed, wearing your name, and feeding your dog. You not getting child support too.”

Jimmy sat up, abs flexing, lips curling into that lazy grin that made her want to slap him and straddle him at the same time. “If you do…” he shrugged, “guess I’ll build the nursery by the ocean.”

She blinked.

Paused.

Then muttered, “I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“I hate how good your mattress is. That’s what I love.”

He got up then, bare and built like vengeance, and walked right past her toward the bathroom. Kissed her forehead on the way.

“Rest up, baby. Round two after brunch.”

Camille looked at Ghost, who had finally come in and sat by her feet.

“Your daddy’s insane.”

Ghost barked once in agreement.

CHAPTER 86: “Soften Him Up, Then Strike Again”

Camille grinned like the cat who stole the whole damn canary, sippin’ on her cucumber mint detox water, perched in a plush recliner at the private luxury spa suite she insisted they go to.

Next to her? Jimmy “I’ll rearrange your organs” Uso… in a white robe… bare chest peeking out… one leg rolled up as an older woman gently scrubbed and shaped his feet.

He had a mud mask on. A full one. With steam gently puffing up from the lavender-scented diffuser in the corner.

She turned her head, looking at him with the smuggest grin in existence.

“You good, big dog?” she asked, wiggling her freshly polished toes, already rocking a soft bubblegum pink with rhinestones on her big toe.

Jimmy kept his eyes closed, voice extra chill, but his jaw tensed just slightly.

“I’m straight.”

“Ohhh, you sure? You ain’t feelin’ vulnerable with that little green mask on? You lookin like a money-launderin’ frog right now.” She giggled and laid back as her massage therapist moved to her shoulders.

He cracked one eye open to cut her a look, but didn’t respond. Just sighed, leaned back deeper in the chair, and let the lady buff his toenail like he ain’t just move weight and toss bodies for a living.

“This part of the contract too,” she teased, sipping her water with both hands like a princess.

“You said pedicures and self-care. I’m honoring the clause.”

“You was real quick to drop 30 on the contract but now you in here looking like you about to drop a skincare tutorial.”

He smirked under the mask, “You talk a lot for someone who’s moaned my government last night.”

She gasped, then giggled like she ain’t just get flustered. “Don’t distract from your toes getting kissed with jojoba oil. Just hush and enjoy the luxury, baby.”

Meanwhile, Ghost was in the corner with his own lil plush dog bed and someone was literally massaging his back paws. Spoiled. Entitled. Emotional support prince.

Camille leaned over to Jimmy as the lady started the sugar scrub on her calves.

“I could get used to this. We need this like once a week. You feel how soft my skin finna be after this? You ain’t even ready.”

Jimmy grunted, already halfway melting into the recliner.

“You plan on wrecking me again tonight?” she asked sweetly, brushing her finger over his knee.

He cracked an eye open again, mask cracked at the edges from his smirk.

“I already booked the suite. You tell me.”

She rolled her eyes and turned her head, “Let me have my moment of peace before I end up walking like I just got jumped by the Avengers again.”

A silence passed. Comfortable. Spa music playing low. Oils in the air. Vibe immaculate.

Then Jimmy mumbled, voice low, “You really put my name in your bio?”

Camille smiled without looking at him. “Mmhmm. With a lil lock emoji. Gold chain one too.”

“…that shit cute.”

She smirked, eyes still closed.

“I know.”

[seasonal-writes]

“how do you talk to star?” - title from the song of the same name by everybody’s worried about owen (since it’s back up, ao3 link is here!) characters: jimmy (mainly)/tango cw: none unless you consider the insane amount of introspective themes throughout this thing. so! little note! guess who wrote something new and finished it. for the first time in months. it is short, i am rusty, and i DEFINITELY wouldn’t say it’s my best work but i like the concept a lot and churned this short and sweet little introspective fic last night in a writing haze! i missed four calls from my family members help.

It is based on this prompt list, specifically number 7. :) hope you all enjoy this super short, ramble-y, jimmy is very much pining one-shot! ~

Jimmy has learned it takes nothing. Barely a glance, he has found, for all of the sediment—that he thought was long stationary—to be kicked up again, to clog every artery and leave him struggling to breathe.  His conundrum lies in the side profile of Tango. The curve of the tip of his forehead, drooping into the bridge of his nose and rolling over two delicate hills of pretty, thin lips. Yes, he with the dancing eyebrows and teeth flashing, pulling against his lip when he grins and eyes that almost sparkle in sync. Tango—devastatingly, heart-achingly, undeniably and beyond beautiful Tango who has yet to notice his staring.  If Jimmy were to be grateful for anything, he’d be grateful for the obliviousness of his quarry.  Tango, in a stunning move, laughs without a care in the world. It’s so loud and clear and Jimmy feels a smirk tugging at the corner of his lip, the cause of such being obvious to anyone who may notice his ogling. Though, making a home in the corner of this crowded living room, he has no intentions of intruding. Of course, maybe he wishes he was the one making Tango laugh like that. Maybe he wishes that intoxicating gaze could be on him, rather than those who engage him. “You know, you can just go talk to him, right?” Grian asks, a gentle nudge of Jimmy’s elbow making him turn. Jimmy snorts.  Maybe that’s the problem, isn’t it? Jimmy probably could just go talk to him. He’d been watching him for so long, for so many occasions—if he were a more attentive man, he’d have studied the patterns by now. He’d understand every little joke, made a note of everything that could make him more appealing, more fun to talk to. Instead, he gets lost in it. When he tries to keep track, he fails. Being analytical was never his strong suit, and it never failed him more than when he was trying to figure out how to talk to the one he is very much in love with. The one who, as far as he knows, is very much not in love with him.  “We talk,” Jimmy says, “We’re just friends, that’s what friends do” “Yeah, Tim, and I’m just an idiot.” “You said it, not me.” Jimmy tries to say it seriously, but he can’t help the grin. “I bet he’d like to chat. You two always get along well,” Grian says, dodging the jab flawlessly and turning his eyes to Tango, the two now watching from the shadows.  “Well- yeah, I guess.”  Another problem. They did get along well. Too well, in fact. He had friends, had people who he could count on and talk to or laugh with. Jimmy even knew what it felt like to be flirted with, to be teased in that way. But it never quite felt the same when it was with Tango. And it just confused him anyway, was Tango flirting with him? Was he flirting back? He knows well that sometimes he just stumbles into things without looking first, that was no doubt. It could very well be that Jimmy was just fooling himself, wandering into something that he didn’t get a good look at before exposing his neck to the danger of misinterpretation.  Maybe, in reality, Tango was just indulging him—even if he is a really, really good guy, the concept was dangerously easy for Jimmy to trust.  “I just think that if you’d get off your perch and just go up to him, or wave or- geez, just stop staring and do something, it’d probably be fine.”  “I appreciate your suggestions, but I am comfortable right here,” Jimmy says, “He’s busy, anyway- see?” He nods up in the general direction of Tango, noting how he is casually conversing with Impulse and Zed, who keep him engaged. Grian groans.  “Not gonna be busy forever, man.” “Well, I can’t go talk to him right now, then. Maybe later.”  He feels Grian clap a hand onto his shoulder, sighing. “Whatever you say, Tim. But those feelings are just going to fester till you say something, you know.” “..I’ll- I’ll take my chances,” Jimmy mutters, swallowing hard.  He only glances at Grian for a second while he moves off into the rest of the party, not bothering to track where he’s heading once he leaves.  When he finds Tango again, there’s not much of a difference. Zed left. Impulse still has him explaining something. He can tell by how his hands move, how his gestures get big and small and create the shapes of whatever figures are drawn out in his mind. Jimmy always admired that. He’d gotten it up close, once, when Tango got into one of his redstone rambles and talked at Jimmy while he just nodded and smiled and listened, despite having zero clue about what he was saying. Jimmy may not be good at redstone, but he’s sure if he was asked what he liked about Tango, he would go into the same sort of ramble. Big hand gestures, small hand gestures—anything to properly convey how smitten he had him.  Tango had no idea.  Jimmy was sure, at this point, he was destined for a forever’s worth of pining. A lifetime of restless stomachs, of rocking heartbeats that sound more like scattered drums than something meant to keep him alive. He will spend the majority of his days avoiding the fire and getting used to the cold of the corners, growing fond of the way his eyes glaze over as if he has stared at the sun for a little too long. … and.. still.  Something inside of him roared, clawed at its cage and said let me out, said tell him. He couldn’t really tell what was holding him back—was it just fear? Anyone would be scared to confess, sure. It could be the rejection, the dreamt up, awkward and letting-you-down-easy smile. The sorry, I’m just not into you that way. Or, maybe, it was the worry that things would go well. After all, they had gotten to know each other closely. Teaming up will do that to you. Talking almost every day will do that to you. Running into each other at parties, taking walks, talking about redstoning and building and bearing your every wound to each other almost shamelessly on the bad days and sharing in the joys on the good days, as if it was always meant to be just like this. Jimmy feels himself suddenly come back into himself like a head slamming into a wall, taking note of an astonishing development.   Tango is looking at him. Impulse now gone from sight, he leans against the same wall, but he is looking. Then offering an adorable wave with a tiny smile, Tango straightens his shoulders when Jimmy waves back, like some attempt to make himself look taller—and with the rush of feelings rolling over Jimmy, he feels adrenaline-fueled laughter forcing its way to the surface; it comes out in a quiet wheeze.  It finds him right away. The familiar sensation of Jimmy’s insides dropping like a sinking building, leaving nothing but dust-caked breaths that feel sticky, catching in his throat with every other inhale. He is a ruined mess of a man. A weak, mumbled puddle of warmth and heavy pulses and heat.  He is fucked. Royally, deeply, this-is-it fucked. And they stay that way for seconds, but it feels like years, and Jimmy can’t get enough of it.  Loving someone does feel quite good, doesn’t it? And maybe, being loved right back could feel even better. If he could just get over himself and try.

[dib-thing-wannabe]

The Evil and The Genius

Chapter One: Interruption in the routine

As the sun was rising in the early morning, it peaked through the window of the sleeping boy genius, known by the name of Jimmy Neutron. The sunlight hit his resting eyes, causing them to flutter open after a few seconds. He groaned in annoyance as he rolled over to his side, where the sun wouldn't hit his vision, still wanting to sleep. Though Goddard didn't allow it to continue for more than a few more seconds before tugging at the blanket covering him, growling as he did so.

Jimmy lets out another tired groan before sitting up, rubbing his eye. "Alright, alright, I'm up boy. I'm up." He let out a small yawn as he looked at the clock on his side table, it reading 8:05 am. Thankfully for him, it was a Saturday without any plans, so there wasn't any need to rush.

"Go downstairs, boy! I'll catch up to you after I'm all dressed!" Jimmy spoke in a tired tone, though he tried to make it seem a bit more excited so that Goddard would listen. Effectively, this worked as intended, as his robotic dog wagged his tail and let out a few excited barks before rushing out of his room.

Jimmy sighed before getting out of the bed, stretching as he did so. Lately, it's been the same old, same old: He wakes up, goes to school despite him not technically needing to, fix the townspeople's problems that are honestly accidently his fault more times than not, gets back home, stays up later than he should be to continue working on his latest inventions, then goes to bed at around 4 am. It's tiring, but it is what it is, or at least in Jimmy's mind. Besides, at least he hasn't needed to fight against any villains for awhile now, so that's something for him.

Once fully dressed, he met Goddard downstairs, who is sitting next to his mom, Judy, who's currently making breakfast.

"Oh, hello Jimmy! I hope you were able sleep decently, since your father decided to have a one-man movie night again, and you and I both know how he likes his tv! Nice and loud!" She said with a slight chuckle, turning towards him as she held a pan in her hand.

"Yep, I know exactly that! But yes, I slept quite well despite that." Jimmy lied through his teeth with what he tried to make look like a genuine smile, simply not wanting his mother to either worry about him or punish him. It's not like he meant to stay up until 5:34 am working on a power blaster, it just sorta happened!

Judy, unaware of what really happened last night with Jimmy, smiles warmly back at him. "That's good! Now, what would you like for breakfast?"

"Oh, no need for that, dear mother. I'm not hungry." He told her, walking past her to grab a drink for himself in the fridge.

"Oh, come on, Jimmy! That's, what, the fifth time you didn't eat breakfast this week, correct, young man? C'mon, it doesn't have to be much, it can be simple , like some buttered toast!" She told him sternly, holding the pan in one hand and her hip in the other.

Jimmy let out a soft and quiet groan before turning towards her with a drink in his hand, knowing that she's just simply worried for his health. "Fine, I guess I'll have some toast. Please and thank you." This caused Judy to smile at him before turning away and walk towards the toaster. " Alrighty then! Toast, coming right up!"

After around 5 minutes, Jimmy exits the house after eating some toast, with Goddard quickly following behind him. Normally, Jimmy would head straight for the shed and into his lab on days like this, but sadly he needs overall more materials to continue on with his current projects and they had yet to arrive. So for now, he's just walking around town, seeing if there's anything he could do.

"Jimmy!!" A familiar voice called out to him after a few moments of wondering and looking around. Jimmy turned to see where the voice was coming from, and gazed his eyes upon Sheen waving at him with Carl following behind him, playing with a couple of plush llama's. "Ah, hello Sheen! Hello Carl! How are you two doing this morning?"

"We're doing good, Jimmy! Though we may need to be careful due to all the new rumors that's been going around." Carl said in his usual timid tone as Jimmy approached the two. "Rumors? What are these rumors that you are speaking of?" Jimmy said, not being able to recall any that would need anyone to be careful.

"Oh, haven't you heard? There's a lot of strange things that have been happening since yesterday, though it hasn't been anything that bad yet." Carl responded, still playing with the llamas.

"Yeah, like their shoelaces being tied together while they weren't looking, or their drink being moved further away from them! Nobody has been able to see who or what's been doing this, so for all we know it could be anyone, even multiple lizard people!!" Sheen added.

"Hmmm... well, I'll believe it when I see it. Sounds like a lot of people are just being paranoid." Jimmy said in an unamused tone, as if he doesn't believe it to be anything of importance as of right now.

"Sure you will, Jimmy! Say, wanna come to my place and watch a few movies with me and Carl? We have allll day to do it!" Sheen said in his usual loud and cheerful tone, pointing his thumb towards the direction of his house.

"... Honestly, yes, I would like to, Sheen. I don't really have anything else to do anyways. That is, if nothing important comes up and interrupts it." Jimmy chuckled softly to himself after he said that.

"Oh please, nothing bad ever happens to kids on Saturday! Anyways, we are doing this thing where we each bring two movies of our choice that we haven't seen, got that?" Sheen told Jimmy.

"Yeah, I got it.. though it might take me a couple minutes to get them. Just set everything up at your place while I go grab my share of the movies, okay you two?" Jimmy stated to his friends. There's basically no movies in his house right now that he hadn't watched at some point in time, so he needed to go buy them himself to be able to do this with them.

Sheen and Carl each gave him a thumbs up before walking towards Sheen's house as Jimmy also walked away from them and towards the center of the town, where all the stores primarily are. As he walked closer and closer to the nearest DVD store, he began to notice that more and more people look as if they have just been pranked, and yet don't know who exactly pranked them. Like this man who had silly strings everywhere on him, or this older woman that kept swearing that someone had switched her lemon water with a lemon-lime soda while she wasn't looking. Very minor and harmless things, but little by little, it became clear to the little genius that maybe the rumors that his friends told him about weren't as big of a hoax as he originally thought.

"Goddard, is it just me who thinks that maybe Sheen and Carl were right about the rumors?" Jimmy asked his robotic dog friend as they passed by one of the many alleyways, who in response barked at him and nodded his head. "I thought so. Maybe we should be a little extra careful about our next moves while whoever is doing this is still-"

Suddenly, in the dark alleyway he had just about passed by, Jimmy heard laughter. Quiet, hushed, and more importantly, familiar laughter.

"There's no way that's who I think it is." Jimmy thought to himself, turning back around to look in the alleyway where the laughter came from. "There's no why that it's-"

He silently stood in shock for a few seconds as he laid eyes on the source of the laughter. It was his clone that only went by the name Evil Jimmy. The very same clone that he had placed in what is known as the dark matter dimension, that of which he thought he would never escape from. And by the laws of science, he still hasn't changed how he looked one bit during that time.

Evil Jimmy, who looked just as surprised to see Jimmy as Jimmy was to see him, proceeded to give him a smug grin as he leaned against the wall. "Heya there, Whippy-Dip. Missed me at all?"

Jimmy let out a few stutters before being able to say anything, or rather yell anything, that made sense. "I- how- You! Were you the one who's been terrorizing everyone in the town since yesterday?!"

The clone shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't know, despite his face saying otherwise. "Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. There's no real way to know."

"Oh please! It definitely was you, and you can't even try to deny it!!" Jimmy shouted as his clone gave him a smirk. "B-besides, how'd you even escape that dimension in the first place?! I ran all the possiblies of you escaping and there were practically zero chances of it happening!! So explain yourself!"

"How aboooout I don't? Yeah, let's go with no. I don't feel like telling ya how I did it, and it's not like you can make me tell ya!" Evil Jimmy said smugly as he walked closer to Jimmy, causing Goddard to start barking at him as he stood in front of Jimmy.

Lately, Jimmy's patience has been in an all time low due to his lack of sleep and having to constantly fix problems in short periods of time, which meant that quickly his fear and confusion turned into pure annoyance, and it showed. "Tell. Me. Now." Jimmy told him sternly as he stepped forward, having the two of them now be face-to-face with one another.

"I. Said. No." He said in a mocking tone while cockily grinning at Jimmy.

Jimmy let out a soft sigh before suddenly grabbing his clones ear tightly and started dragging him by it back to his lab with a fast pace. His clone let out a yelp as he started getting dragged.

"OW OW OW- HEY- LET GO!-" He cried out as he struggled to break free from his grip, trying to pry Jimmy's fingers off of his ear.

"Quiet down, will you? You're only making an embarrassment out of yourself by being so loud." Jimmy told him harshly, still dragging him to the lab. In all honesty, he just doesn't want people to see the two of them, immediately recognize the clone, and start freaking out about it. That'll only mean that people would start putting even more pressure onto him as to get rid of him, as if the fact that he's back wasn't enough already.

Thankfully, Evil Jimmy listened to the best of his abilities and try to keep quiet, still letting out sharp breathes and small exclamations of pain every once in a while. Quickly, or in Evil Jimmy's case, finally, they made it to the lab, thankfully without being spotted by anyone either. As they entered the lab, Jimmy pushed him to the ground as he closed the door behind them both.

"Now are you willing to tell me how you managed to escape? Or do I need to do some more convincing?" Jimmy said as he looked down at him as Evil Jimmy rubbed his sore ear.

"Fine, fine, I'll tell! I made a dimension traveling bike with a bunch of tiny scraps lying around, which is how I got out of that dimension and back into this one!" He hissed at his blueprint of a human being, being annoyed at the position that he was currently in. He was the evil one! He was supposed to scare Jimmy, not the other way around!

"Hmmm... okay, okay, good to know.." Jimmy muttered softly, placing a hand on his chin as he started slowly pacing back and forth. Okay, he now knows that he can't just put him back because if he could build it once, he could definitely build it again. But what should he do with him now, since that was the case?

After a few moments of silence between the two, Evil Jimmy stood back up and leaned against a nearby metal pillar. "Whatcha thinking, chief?"

"Thinking about a way to get rid of you, obviously. It's not like I can get rid of you the same way that I'd usually get rid of other villainous people. You are a clone of me after all, so you have a much higher IQ than most of the foes that I have dealt with in the past."

Evil Jimmy chuckled softly. "Oh really? What are a couple of your ideas of making me go away then?"

Jimmy stopped pacing for a moment and looked him directly in the eyes. "Well, I could put you at the bottom of the ocean in a glass box with a limited amount of oxygen. Or I could shoot you up into space, maybe even send you to planet Zeenu, and you definitely wouldn't like that. Trust me on this, the residents there are more unintelligent than Sheen's shoe and their rulers are absolutely terrible at their jobs and their morals." He then started pacing back and forth again, as if those ideas still weren't good enough for him. I mean, he is a clone of him after all, and if Jimmy could easily and quickly get out of those situations, then of course he would as well.

Evil Jimmy continued to watch Jimmy for a moment, listening to him mumble to himself as he tried to come up with a plan as to what to do with him. When he suddenly had an idea himself.

"Hah, well, what's stopping you from doing any of those plans of yours?"

"Two things. One, I'm very low on materials to be able to do that. Two, for some reason, those would now be considered 'immoral' of me to do to you, despite me having done way worse!" Jimmy told him with a frustrated look as he continued to pace, as if these things have been a problem for him for a few months now. "But they would still basically never let me off the hook if I were to effectively harm you to the point where you're immobile or dead. So I need to scrap most of my ideas if I want to not have to deal with anymore of that."

Evil Jimmy mumbled in agreement with Jimmy's statement. He definitely has done worse than most of what he had just described. He did see him literally kill all of the other clones, with him being the sole survivor out of them. And to be completely honest, he's definitely the one who deserved to be killed despite that.

"Well, chief, I myself have an idea as to what you could do with me." The clone said in a soft voice as he checked his nails.

Jimmy stopped pacing again and raised an eyebrow at him. Though it would definitely be a bad idea if it was coming from Evil Jimmy of all people at the current moment, he couldn't help but be at least a little curious about what it could be.

Evil Jimmy looked up at him and gave him a gentle yet sly grin before speaking. "Maybe you could try and reform me. Lead me away from my evil ways."

Jimmy stood there shocked for a moment, I mean, this had to be some kind of trick, right? There was no way that he's genuinely wanting to be reformed. He was definitely just planning on using this as a way to trick the others into some kind of betrayal against Jimmy. ".. And why would I do that? You were literally terrorizing everyone in the town just moments earlier."

"Oh please," Evil Jimmy flicked his wrist at Jimmy as he turned his head away, "I never harmed anyone with those pranks!.. At least, I don't believe I did. C'mooon, chief, just one crack at it?"

Jimmy groaned as he put some thought onto it. It definitely wouldn't work, at least not very easily, especially if the villain was the one who had the idea in the first place. But Jimmy didn't have any other ideas that either had the physical parts to do it or without him being bashed by everyone. Besides.. he could just imagine the praise he would get if he even just simply tried to reform him. And if he just kept a close eye on him constantly, he just might actually be able to keep him out of trouble.

Jimmy let out a sigh before speaking again. "Y-you know what? Fine, we can try to reform you. But you have to be compliant! Got it?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die, chief!" He said while making a cross motion on his chest and having a triumphant smile on his face, though had his fingers crossed behind his back as he did this.

"You better hope to die if you ever decide to push your luck too far." Jimmy told him sternly, when he realized something. ".. If we were to start though, we would need to give you an actual name."

"Hm? Why though? Wouldn't it just confuse everyone who already knows about me?" He asked, tilting his head in confusion.

"... You're current name is literally 'Evil Jimmy'. It'll be kind of hard for anyone to even begin to think that you were a better person if evil is in your name, wouldn't it?" Jimmy told him, causing the clone to have a look on his face that's clear that he feels dumb about not realizing it right away. "Besides, I'm sure it would be nice for you if people wouldn't be able to tell that you're a clone of me right away because of your name."

"... Alright, makes sense." He said, soon getting lost in thought. There was a lot of things he had thought about doing once he escaped the dark matter dimension, but an actual name for himself? Never even crossed his mind once.

"... Jack."

"W-wha-?" The clone snapped out of his train of thought as he suddenly heard Jimmy speak. "What, is there someone named Jack around here that I didn't know about? Are they going to be a problem, or-"

"No. I said Jack because you were clearly having troubles coming up with a name for yourself, so I threw it out there as a suggestion. Maybe have Jack as more of a nickname with Jackson being a full name for you. Does that sound good to you?"

He sat in silence for a moment before responding. "Yeah, that sounds good to me."

"Good, that's good. Now, Jack, what do you think we need to discuss next?"

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[wanderingmind867]

My interpretation of Hourman (Rex Tyler): Rex Tyler was born in Ithaca, New York, on November 5th, 1913. Rex loved science, specifically chemistry. He couldn't get enough of experimenting with all the different elements and compounds. He was so fascinated by it that he goes to Cornell University in his home of Ithaca, and he manages to score himself a degree in chemistry. After working his way through the education system, rex manages to take his chemistry skills and get a job at the Bannerman Chemical corporation in NYC, a veritable powerhouse in the world of chemical manufacturing.

He got his job in 1938 or 1939. But in early 1940, Rex wound up discovering a new element he would end up calling Miraclo. Testing the newly discovered element on some lab mice, rex found it gave them increased strength and vitality for several hours at a time. Curious, Rex then tries it on himself. And he finds that the element of Miraclo also gives him increased strength and physical endurance, but only for around 60 minutes. Because the human body is so much bigger than a mouse's body, the effects of the miraclo wear off much quicker.

But still, rex realizes he's discovered an amazing, wonder drug here. Secretly manufacturing it into a pill format, rex realized he needed to use this gift to help humanity. So he placed an ad in the newspaper, saying that the "Man of the Hour is here to help you solve all your problems!". Tracking down one respondent to the ad, he aided a housewife whose husband was falling in with the wrong crowd, and stopped a robbery. Using a costume he found in an abandoned costume shop, Rex began his secret career as The Hourman, guardian of New York City! At this point in time, rex has told nobody else about his discovery of miraclo, fearing what criminals could do if they got their hands on it.

In any case, Rex fights crime all through the 1940s as the Hourman, eventually even acquiring a fanclub and group of sidekicks amongst the youth of New York City and beyond. These kids would call themselves the Minutemen, and they'd be led by two main kids; Jimmy Martin and Thorndyke Thompkins. These kids would be given smaller doses of miraclo, doses that empowered them for only a few minutes at a time (as compared to his hour length dosage). So by day, Rex Tyler worked for Kenneth Bannerman's chemical plant (which sometimes led him to watch over Kenneth's daughter, Regina). But by night, he would fight crime as The Hourman with his Minutemen sidekicks, all with the aid of Miraclo.

Due to his exploits as The Hourman, Rex gets invited to join the Justice Society of America. He did (becoming one of their many founding members), but he left after a year because he felt he couldn't keep up with them. He was a nobody compared to The Spectre or Doctor Fate, and Rex humbly chose to bow out and go on a hiatus from the team. Meanwhile, he lets the team bring in new members to work in his stead.

But even after going on hiatus from the JSA, Rex continued operating as The Hourman throughout the 40s. It was only in 1948 that he retired. He began slowing down in 1945 (after he realized that excessive use of miraclo could cause addiction like symptoms after a while), but he didn't fully retire until 1948. And this is something Rex wouldn't realize until he retired and went back dedicating himself to his research, but Miraclo also gives it's user a prolonged lifespan if it's taken for a long time. It really is a miracle drug. Although it's going to give him some pains (both emotional and mental) later in life, it's also made him nearly immortal.

But yeah, Rex Tyler retires in 1948, fully rededicating himself to his chemistry research. Ten years later (in 1958), Terry Sloane buys Bannerman Chemical when it's on the verge of bankruptcy. To repay his friend for saving his life in 1955, Terry makes sure the company is rebranded to become Tyler Chemical, and Rex Tyler becomes CEO of his own chemical company.

A year or two after this (in 1961), Rex meets an aspiring young actress named Wendi Harris while on a business trip to LA. Wendi began acting in 1947, but she was blacklisted in 1951 because her brother was accused of being a communist. But Wendi hadn't given up, and she's still trying it make something of herself. Rex quickly begins bonding with her, and they become close friends.

Since I've already made nearly 8 paragraphs, I'll speed things up now: the Justice Society of America reforms in 1963. Terry Sloane drags Rex into taking up the mantle of Hourman again, and Hourman and Mister Terrific subsequently become crime fighting partners. In 1966, Rex and Wendi end up having a kid together, a boy they name Richard (or as he eventually becomes more well known, Rick). Terry Sloane is also heavily involved in Rick's life, becoming like a second dad to him. But together, Rex and Terry form a deep friendship and bond (which I cover more in my Mister Terrific note).

[practically-an-x-man]

Oh hey, I remember this ask game! 🤝, 🕷️, U and W for Kat/Ahk, and 14 and 16 for Madison?

Thank you so much!!

OC/Ship Ask Game: Firsts

🤝 - Favorite "first meeting" scene you've written between two characters

Oooooooh man how can I choose??!! I genuinely do love them all for different reasons, and I like writing first-meeting scenes a lot (bc I feel like you can set up the character dynamics so well right from the beginning!)

I will say, a few of my favorites are:

Jasper/Kyle (Jasper literally crashed into him while on roller skates, spilled his coffee and offered to replace it, they got to talking, very classic meet-cute)

Kestrel/Warren (Kestrel got ambushed by a feral troll, Warren rescued them, lots of emotional impact bc it represents Kestrel choosing their identity for the first time)

Jimmy/Lars (Lars was on a Ghostbusting mission and was trying to stay focused, but Jimmy immediately began flirting, very very cute scene in my opinion)

🕷️ - First time writing something that scared you, and how it went

Answered previously!

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Kat/Ahk:

U. First pet names/nicknames they give each other

I mean, Ahk pretty much starts in with the pet names from the get-go: "love", "darling", or sometimes even going a little more old-fashioned and making them "my love" or "my darling"

Katherine doesn't use quite as many pet names as he does, though sometimes her Southernness will shine through with a "honey", "baby", or "sweetheart" once in a while

W. First time they realized their relationship is endgame... or isn't

This is a tough one... they figured since the beginning that it couldn't be endgame, since eventually Katherine would age while Ahk stayed in stasis, and they were determined just to appreciate the relationship while it lasted.

But now that Katherine's a little more bound up in the magic... we'll see.

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Madison:

14. First time facing their fears

Definitely on one of her camping trips with her dad - he'd take her and her older brother every summer when they were kids, and raised them into hunting and survival skills. I'd say the most notable example of her facing her fears was the first time she hunted on her own: her dad was still with her, but she caught, butchered, and cooked the animal (including making the fire herself) without any of his help, and it honestly contributed a lot to her confidence and self-assurance.

Obviously, at that point she never really expected she'd have to live off of those skills one day, but there was something about being able to hold her own in that pure survival situation that helped her feel more confident in her everyday life too - if she could catch and cook her own food in the woods, she could handle middle school no problem!

16. First thing they remembered feeling ashamed of

I mean, she was raised as a girl in a middle-class environment in the 1940's and 50's, so it would honestly be easier to say what she didn't feel ashamed of. Her mother definitely didn't mean to instill that ingrained shame into Madison, but there were a lot of social rules she tried to instill that Madison just didn't take to, and it led to a lot of internal conflict.

Her mother definitely did not approve of all the camping trips her dad took her on, she thought it wasn't ladylike for a girl to be starting fires and shooting animals in the forest, and that caused a lot of internal conflict of Madison's end: she loved camping, but she also wanted her mom to be proud of her, and she didn't know how she could have both. And that wasn't the only thing, either - Madison's just never been housewife material, and that made things difficult to have her mother try and push for her to be something she wasn't. There was a lot she had to unpack, and probably still plenty of things she hasn't fully worked through.

[sillyandquiteawkward]

notes and headcanons on this comic :3

makes me ill thinking about anya checking up on swansea the multiple times she catches him as he stops breathing in the middle of the night, especially when i imagine you can hear his snores echo similarity to curlys moaning and wheezing.

also yeah swanseas the only one mentioned to snore so sleep apnea be upon ye. ding. he has a cpap in his quarters, but thats blocked off so hes pretty sleep deprived. he sleeps sitting up near utility. doesnt help much.

on the note of curly, he's quiet right now, but anya and swansea will be up talking long enough for his meds to wear off and wake jimmy up.

anyas comment of you have to remember who you sleep next to is obviously a comment on both swanseas kids not being quiet around their sleeping parents, but also about how she sleeps next to jimmy, why shes constantly on edge standing right next to him, stuck in the same four rooms as him. another reason why shes quick to wake up and wander.

swansea wants to tell anya about the pod in secret from the others, but he doesn't know what anya wants to talk about, just that they both want to talk. he saw anyas sticking around with things on her mind as an invitation for them to have a deeper conversation, and anya was ready to reciprocate.

anya doesnt know what swansea wants to talk about, and it fills her head with does he know what jimmy did to me? thoughts, especially after the daddy comment sent a chill down her spine (however swansea said that in reference to him and his idea of jimmy being selfish enough to sabotage others for the pod). anya will be the first to confess whats on her mind, taking up most of their conversation, and swansea will tail end the conversation with his pod concerns by the time jimmy comes in.

i think anya telling swansea of her pregnancy and what jimmy did to her leads to swanseas image of jimmy not changing very much due to swanseas already poor view of jimmy, but he does show sympathy towards her. swansea also doesnt act on this information as hes unsure how bad this will disrupt his situation. if he lets jimmy know what anya told him, he might lash out, and if swansea attacks first, then he has to deal with having that on his conscious while he drinks himself to death. swanseas ready to die on the ship, but he doesnt want to actually think about how shit the situation is. things have been fine in the aftermath so far. lets not mess with it. kind of vibes.

i think anya sees swansea as a father/mentor figure as well as a friend (as much as an older coworker can be), as hes about the age of her parents, so confiding in him gives her some relief, however the anxiety of telling a man what happened and nothing happening again (or worse, the possibility of being the cause of "curly" crashing the ship. that also has to weigh heavily on anyas mind. she often wonders why he did it and if it was her fault.) and that thought strikes fear and doubt into her. i can imagine what she tells swansea to be slightly...sanitized. shes so afraid of being the problem that she tries to make it seem like not a big deal. so swansea also believes that it isnt as big of a big deal.

anya had a few sleepovers as a little girl, but she laments missing out on them bc she wanted to have more of them, following the blueprints of movies and shows. i think anya really wanted those stay up late truth or dare, gushing about your crush, kissing your friends, sneaking out, type sleepovers, however the kinds she had were less storybook and more mundane. maybe she wasnt able to fulfill some of those desires and that leads her to classify herself as missing out on them. and now this is her last chance to indulge in the fantasy.

swansea has had sleepovers as a boy, but he won't say that bc he thinks its childish. but also, because anya seems to be sad that she missed out on having them or that she cant have more (he cant tell), he doesn't find it important to bring it up. hold my hand anya let's have a slumber party at the end of the world.

fuck yeah i wanna slumby party

[greatness942]

Another Essay, Sir? (Mouthwashing)

Let's talk about this fucker right here. And, of course, Content Warning for...Mouthwashing, just-like, everything that could be a Content Warning in Mouthwashing itself: violence, sexual abuse, Jimmy (who deserves a warning all his own), you know what I mean. And, y'know, spoilers. Like, "I'm not even gonna hide what happens"-type spoilers.

In case you don't know, Mouthwashing is a psychological horror game that has, among other things, captured my heart and then torn it apart. It is a bleak, terrifying tragedy wrapped up in a ball that's just bowled a perfect 10 in the "fuckin' ow" lane.

You play as Jimmy, a wretch in man's skin who is so fucked up that the only way he can escape the consequences is, essentially, a drawn-out murder-suicide. He's rude, and unpleasant. He raped a co-worker. He press-gangs the ray of goddamn sunshine into his death basically out of convenience, etc. If you know Jimmy, and Mouthwashing, you know how bad he is.

The image above is not of Jimmy. It's of Curly. You likely know this face of his better:

Curly is, technically, another playable character in flashback scenes, and who I actually wanna discuss.

Because his role in things going wrong is especially tragic, because, unlike Jimmy: he's not a monster.

Yes, Curly is an Enabler who still allowed horrible tragedies to occur under his nose, but it's shown directly through dialogue that his main sin is not ignorance or mal-intent, but a desire for appeasement.

See, once again, Jimmy raped a fucking co-worker. Her name is Anya. She is precious. She should have been protecc. ;-;

Anya, as the ship's nurse, and the only woman in the five-man crew, was victimized and abused for no other reason than Jimmy's desire for control and/or to get his rocks off.

And what happens when Curly finds out? He tries to...

Talk to Jimmy about it. And does nothing else. He stands there like a lemon while Jimmy saunters off to crash the ship. Then acts surprised when the ship starts crashing. Like, bruh, he practically said "Durp-hurp, gonna crash the ship" to your face, then walked into the cockpit. It's not like he masterfully manipulated you into giving him the driver's seat for some reason.

So, as monstrous as that is, how the hell does that not make Curly just as bad as Jimmy, if not worse due to his perpetuation of the cycle of abuse?

Well, because, disturbingly, good people letting bad people get away with it because "they're my friend, I've known them for years, they'd never do such a thing!" is a common occurrence, even in the real world. What we see of Curly and his response to other people is a sense of empathy and self-awareness, but that empathy extends to someone who doesn't deserve it, so it blinds him to how bad things really are until it's too late. He doesn't want to believe it happened, so he tried to go for a strategy of appeasement and discussion that no longer mattered.

Does that acquit Curly of any responsibility? Hell no! And that's like most of the point of the game. But it does highlight that it's possible for your best intentions to backfire.

"But G!" you, a Mouthwashing fan, shout back. "We all know this!" No shit. But what got me typing was moreso a curiosity: why is Jimmy as a character a taboo, but Curly is more easily forgivable?

Think about it: it's basically a meme that even remembering Jimmy exists is more than he deserves. They call him J*mmy, and apologize to artists for any pain his visage causes their drawin' hands. And, deserved, obviously. But Curly, who some could say deserves just as much ire for his enabling hand-wringing, gets none of that. Token mentions.

And I think what I've gotten to here in this post is the reason why: for as useless as Curly was in trying to fix the problem...he still tried to fix the problem. Sure, he enabled Jimmy, let him get away with it, and did nothing to help Anya until she told him head-on what happened, but he still went to talk to Jimmy, and sort things out. His methods sucked and his usage of those methods were so-so, but he tried.

While that rat bastard just ignored him and made things even worse.

It's a play on humanity, I suppose, that someone trying and failing at the bare minimum of human kindness is infinitely more forgivable than someone who doesn't even try to hide how little of a heart he really has.

Anyway, love Mouthwashing, give me more Curly x Anya, that shit cyoot. Just wanted to ramble about that.