#my man drops at least once per episode he is made of Glass

[one-little-nerd-stayed-home]

I love that Murph fully set the scene for doing an Autopsy in a meat freezer and then bailed at the last second as he realized he really didnt want to narrate that level of gore/viscera (props to him for knowing where he wanted his boundaries for sure.) But then he let Caldwell improvize a rune that TURNED THE DEAD GUYS SKIN TRANSPARENT SO THEY COULD SEE HIS INNARDS like yes we did skip the viscera but thats still such horrific imagery

Contrasted with the cuts between this and Henry’s boxing match? Chefs kiss. Eldermourne is the best I love it here.

[magicmanias]

The Wanderer

Episode 2 of Polaris

[per - uh - jee] (n). Astronomy. the point in the orbit of a heavenly body at which it is nearest to the earth

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: A fugitive out of time + interdimensional space travel + a love story. Always on the run, and while Loki might be able to escape the TVA, he always gravitates towards you. Not even bending the fabric of space and time itself can cut his heartstrings.

Occurs after the events of Endgame. Replaces Loki mini-series timeline.

Warnings: You know it’s gonna be angst. You just know. Come on now.

Word Count: 3.0k

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I have exams coming up, so I’ve been having to study for those a lot. Once exams are over at the end of May, you know I’ll be writing like a maniac. Also, the word count will definitely increase as the chapters go along. It's been a bit short, but right now, we're just building traction! And yes… You will come across a part that is vague and opens up more questions about the reader who I have named Goddess Divine.

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“Thank you.” Loki rubs his wrists as the chains fall to the ground. “Where did you learn to do that?”

“You—My husband taught me,” you said. Loki nodded but offered nothing in response. “We need to leave here. I know a way.”

“Hey, hold on.” Loki reached out to grab her wrist, but lowered his hand once he got her attention instead. “We don’t have the Tesseract.”

“There are other ways to leave this planet.”

Loki scoffed. “I don’t think you understand how powerful that thing is.”

You turned fully to face him, craning your neck to meet his eyes. “I know more than you. Trust me. It’s better if you forget about it.”

The children are constantly at the forefront of your thoughts even as you searched for an escape in the caverns under Asgard. Memories of posies in hand and your old, favorite pink dress drew all your attention from the damp halls illuminated by enchanted flame. This place… this time that you’re in was all-too-well ingrained in the core of everything you remembered of your home.

Your calves started to strain and it took you some time until you realized that you’ve been trying to sync your steps with Loki’s, an unconscious effort you would always put in walking alongside your husband. The difference was that his doppleganger didn’t take care to shorten his strides to allow for you to keep up.

“We’ve fallen into a past timeline of yours.” Loki glanced at you over his shoulder. “Those children were you and… your husband.”

“Yes.” You give up on trying to keep up and let him take the lead. “I remember why we were up there. Today was the Perigee.”

Loki was curious. He’d never heard of such a thing. “I’m sorry. I don’t understand.”

You made a confused look on your face, but then immediately understood. “I suppose you don’t observe that in your world.”

“No, I can’t say that we do. Is it a celestial celebration? We only commemorate the coming of the seasons.”

At the end of the hall, you finally arrived at the center of the caverns, a chamber of nine interconnected murals telling the story of creation. You and Loki used to play under these paintings, waiting until Thor would find you at last.

“The Perigee is not of Asgard. It exists on Midgard, the mortal planet, when the moon is at its closest point in orbit to the earth. It happens so often there, but we hold the festival when Asgard, too, is at its closest point with Midgard.”

“That seems a bit arbitrary,” he commented, now gazing at the murals of his father above him. Odin was painted in a beautiful light as he constructed the world. Ymir simply seemed to disappear from the artwork, but the muralist failed to convey that Odin slew the giant and used his body to form the cosmos.

“There is a story behind it, like all great Norse holidays have. It tells the story of Gaea and Máni. A tale of forbidden love. Lofn loves to tell the story for all the children at each festival. She claims that without her, they would never have ended up together,” you laughed, “I remember pulling Loki from his books so we could make it on time.” You giggled at the memory.

“Máni? I haven’t ever heard of him retiring from pulling the moon. And Gaea has been sleeping for eons.”

“Our history is different, perhaps. I do not exist in your Asgard, yes?” You continued to walk, choosing the fourth passage from the left that led to the waterfall beneath the palace.

“No. No, I’m afraid not.” Loki paused in thought as he contemplated your assumption. Surely you must have existed somewhere in his world. “So what was so forbidden of their love?”

“Where I come from, Gaea was truly the first realm to exist, made of the blood and dust from a time even beyond her. In an empty universe, she was lonely, though she was a goddess of life itself. So she collected more dust in the reaches of space and breathed life into Máni. He was born, bright like the stars and light in his heart. He was grateful for life, and in return, he gave her his love… and her children. The mortals. But when they came close to embrace one another, he came too close and scorched the earth, burning her children. Gaea mourned, crying until Midgard flooded with her tears. From the water, the plants regrew and the animals emerged, but still, she missed her children. Máni couldn’t bear to see his love so saddened, so he sacrificed almost all of his power to breathe new life in the mortals. He grew dim and small, no longer so mighty without Gaea’s magic. Now in a realm of eternal darkness, Sol had finally caught up to Máni. She was born with the duty to bring light to the mortals, but Odin also tasked her with the job to separate Gaea and Máni when they became too close. Every day, she shines her light on the earth, but when she goes to rest, Máni returns to see Gaea before Sol wakes up once again to warn Máni. Yet sometimes, Máni can’t help but to come a little bit closer to Gaea—the rising tides his only warning. We call it the Perigee.”

“And what of Lofn? How did she contribute her skills in this forbidden love?”

“Oh yes. Lofn told us that she was the only being to give her consent to their love. The rest of Aesir vehemently rejected the bond. She used to try and match all the children up in the village and she would host all the play weddings. We must have been married by her hundreds of times. She could never resist the idea of the God of Mischief with a maiden Vanir.”

The sound of water crashing down into the abyss grew louder and louder as natural light started to creep into the passage.

“What is your role?”

“My role?”

“Yes, what do you do? What do you reign over?”

“Oh, I’m really no one. I don’t even think the Midgardians are aware of me. My role is quite insignificant compared to the likes of your brother or even the infamous trickster.”

“What is your role, Goddess?” he pushed once more.

“Seidr,” you shrugged, racing your finger along the stone wall.

“I would hardly call that insignificant. The power of prophecy is a force to be reckoned with.”

“I was born with a divine title, but I can’t even perform a healing spell,” you admitted.

“Your husband never taught you?” Loki smirked, the tease hanging loose from his lips.

You frowned. “No, he couldn’t.”

A rumble of footsteps approached and neither you nor Loki hesitated to make a final run towards the end of the tunnel. As you started to gain some speed, you suddenly froze, completely still as a hazy orange light encased you. Loki’s hand glowed green, battling against the force that trapped you, but just as quickly as he tried to free you, he was captured.

The TVA launched you through the exact same process as the first time. Long lines, an infinite number of signatures on documents you didn’t understand, and a maze of doorways. You didn’t see Loki again for a long time. It felt like days, but in a place as distorted as this, you couldn’t keep track of the hours.

Another agent guided you into a holding cell. It looked strange—more like an inn room more than a jail. There was a bed, a tiny washroom, and a square box that showed what looked like a play for children. The characters chattered silently while their simple dialogue was scrawled in the glass. The door opened.

“It appears we’re roommates this time.” Loki strolled into the room and the agent closed the door behind him, the lock clicking in place.

The box flashed and the program changed to the man you had just become acquainted with before your escape. “Well that was fun, wasn’t it? Unfortunately, we will have to keep you here since you didn’t seem to enjoy the more open kind of hospitality we offered you last time. Just until everything is processed. You know how bureaucracy is. I’ll see you in a few.” Mobius winks and the moving picture contraption clicks off with a warm hum.

“Tell me about myself.” You looked up from the book provided by your captors. Loki leaned back in the desk chair with his legs on the table. He fiddled with a glass cup, tossing it in the air and catching it.

You dropped the book in your lap, still open. “I’m sorry?”

“Well you were married to an alternate version of me. He’s lived more life than me. Surely you must have something to tell me that would be of use.” He shrugged, not bothering to drag any more of his attention away from the glass.

You were sure you looked surprised as he followed his answer with, “Am I so different from him? Come on now, he must have been at least half as charming.”

“Oh… He was charming.” You closed the book and placed it on the table next to the bed. The edge of the sheet rubbed between your fingers while you considered what to tell him. “He was my best friend in childhood.”

“Tell me about the children. The younger versions of yourselves on that day. What were you doing?” Loki placed the cup on the desk and crossed one leg over the other.

It was so easy to answer. In all the years, you never forgot that particular celebration. “It was my idea to climb the hill. To pick flowers before we watched the Perigee. Lofn had paired us up for her little wedding ceremony to host in front of the children and I wanted a bouquet… for the morning gift. I didn’t know what they were at the time, but I figured it could be anything.”

“Aren’t morning gifts usually given to the bride? And… in the morning?”

You tossed your head back in calm, tired laughter. “Yes, but that wouldn’t have stopped me anyway. I think I gave them to you after we said ‘I do.’ We were… eight at the time.”

“Goddess Divine…” He kissed her hands. The red skyline fades into purple as the water at the dock darkens below. “Never doubt my love for you. Will you miss me?” said he.

“As much as there are stars in the sky.”

“Always the poet’s tongue,” said he.

“Well, I had some inspiration,” said she.

He looks wearily past the Goddess, but smiles warmly once more. “I’m afraid our time has come to an end, Goddess. I love you.”

“No resurrections this time...” No. It was supposed to happen like this. Thanos. He wasn’t supposed to be here. It’s happening all over again.

“LOKI—”

Warm water tickled your cheeks and then you were enveloped in a pool of water. Your husband’s arms wrapped around your waist as the water climbed the walls of the tub. No, this wasn’t him… It wasn’t him. It wouldn’t ever be him. “Goddess…”

“Let me go! Let me go… I want to go.” You grasp desperately at the edge of the tub, wringing yourself from Loki’s grasp. You fell onto the tile floor of the washroom, your wet clothes heavy on your back.

“Wait, just—” Loki cuts himself short when you stumble into the bathroom doorway and pull the knob to the bedroom.

“Shit—Loki…”

“You need—”

“Don’t tell me what I need! You don’t kn—know.” Your body felt weak. The walls felt like they were closing in on you. No matter how hard you tried, it seemed like you could never get enough air.

“I know being alive is certainly better than suffocating in space.”

“Is it!? I can’t even grieve for him! Be-Be… Be—cause I… Becau—se I ke-keep…” You choked, breaking out into a violent sob. Your legs buckle underneath you, but you managed to catch the ground under your hand. Tears stained the fabric covering your lap as you struggled to breathe in between your bawling, forcing you to hiccup only further fueling your frustration. “Why am I here?”

Loki knelt down and watched as you pulled your knees up to your chest and buried your head in the space between. “Heartbreak is… a sorrow that I am all too familiar with. The feeling of your chest burning and freezing and being crushed all at once. But I didn’t give you a moment to simply… catch your breath after I, admittedly, forced you to escape with me. And I will never understand what it’s like to have to look at the face of your husband every minute of every day, but I do know this…” Loki let out a steady breath. “I will never leave you behind. Ever. Until I am able to fix this mess that I have brought upon you.” Loki lowered himself onto his knees. “That is my vow to you, goddess.”

He placed a hand over yours. It was a small gesture, leaving you wanting more. You tugged on his hand, manually tucking his arm underneath yours. He leaned into your motion, sitting on the floor behind you and pulling you close between his legs. Your eyes pierced him like venom, toxic but more addictive than the sweetest wine. A Goddess Divine.

Loki grew older in recent years, but his eyes had never changed. A sea of chaos and calm. He was there, your husband. Right in front of you, holding you.

“I always liked your eyes,” you murmured. You dragged your finger across the top of his cheek, tracing a line under his eye.

And I, yours.

You slid your finger up and cupped his face in your palm. Your husband. “I love you.”

Your lips swept gently along his; hesitant, yet your hand dragged through his hair, pulling him closer. Loki held still, but made no move to stop you. Your breaths grew harder as you grew more persistent. Even though you knew you would never be able to utter a word about this after, the need for him overcame you. In the sickest of ways, he was your only chance at truly saying goodbye to your husband.

Never doubt my love for you.

Your lips were soft. As irrational as the better part of him knew it was, he couldn’t help but think this felt almost habitual. He knew he should have pushed you away or reminded you of who he was. But when your fingers glided through his hair, Loki lost all sense of what was proper. He leaned into your touch, letting you relax in his lap as you continued to kiss him… eyes clenched shut. Loki wished he could look at your eyes and pretend he was the man you were pretending he was.

“Thank you.”

The agents dragged Loki to a door labeled “INTERROGATION ROOM #603521.”

An agent walked into the room, reviewing several documents attached to a clipboard.. “Do you know why you’re here, Mr. Laufeyson?” She didn’t bother to look up from the papers as she sat down in the seat on the other side of the table.

“Where is she?”

“I’m afraid your questions will have to be saved for the end of this, Mr. Laufeyson. Please comply.”

Loki lifted his head lazily, shifting his legs wide in the metal chair. A grin curled at his lips. He didn’t know how they were going to escape this hell. Running from an infinitely powerful force existing beyond time. It would never end… Was he ready to drag you through eternal hell with him?

Yes.

He would rot in hell for all he cared, but the TVA was no more than a joke—a circus of clowns playing their parts… and he would find you.

“I’m going to burn this place to the ground.”

“Never teleport me again. This is worse than the Bifrost.” You placed a clenched hand to your forehead and winced. The pounding in your head was ceaseless, though you were too cold to be completely tortured by it. The TVA was left in shambles, subjected to Loki’s wrath after he found you freezing in the depths of space. He hadn’t said a word to you since he discovered you, nearly lifeless. The ice burned your skin and your vision was useless for the time being. You could hear the crackles of flame and stone beneath your feet. “Where are we?”

“I don’t know, but we need to heal these burns before they scar.” Loki carefully lifted your hand, examining your wounds. “Are you in pain?”

“I can’t feel anything. Just cold.” You inched your feet closer to the heat of the fire. It wasn’t as painful as you had expected it to be. Dying in space wasn’t such a bad way to go… You only wished Loki had anything else less painful.

He hummed in response. The burns begin to warm. A peculiar feeling tickles your skin and makes its way down your torso.

“Seidr?”

“My mother taught me. I can teach you.”

“What?” Loki placed more wood on the fire. Perhaps Thor’s boyish interests were good for something…

“You need to learn how to use your powers. A seidr goddess is no goddess without seidr.”

“I told you. I don’t have it. I’ve tried. You’ve tried.” Loki didn’t answer, but footsteps fell away from you.

Loki watched the asteroids floating in the foggy atmosphere. Odin once told him stories of how he acquired all his wisdom. Life itself is knowledge, he would say. War, politics, distant planets. They all have something to offer, but there is a place where wisdom flows like water in the roots of the Tree of Life. “The Allfather once traveled to the roots of Yggdrasil to attain knowledge and guide his reign. Perhaps we can go there.”

[sstrongstyle]

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Adam Cole x OC, mentions of Seth Rollins x OC 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: After nearly a decade of being the golden girl of WWE, Adaline Marin wants out. Their ring was no longer home, haunted by her first love and upon reaching her thirties, the face behind "Aspen Glory" wonders if the passion she once had was still ablaze. Instead, she gets sent down to NXT to join the Undisputed Era. The next three hundred and sixty-five days, all captured by cameras for the history books, become a year of revival, reinvention, and realization with her legacy at stake and a new flame from the past emerging. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: All characters are referred to by their real life names (for the most part) 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: I love feedback! Please send some my way! <3 Very background heavy chapter, no real fun, but more to come. If you’re interested in being added to a tag list, let me know!

CHAPTER THREE.

June 8th, 2019

Adaline couldn't believe that she didn't just agree to this, but agreed for it to be done for an entire year. It wasn't like she cared about being in management's good graces and volunteered to do it, but she somehow got hoodwinked into agreeing to a 365 special on herself. She was the last person in the world to enjoy having cameras on her when she was out of the ring and no longer Aspen Glory. Doing interviews out of character for Adaline felt like pulling teeth. She avoided Total Divas at all costs. Even appearing on stuff like Ride Along and UpUpDownDown was difficult for her.

"Just call me the modern day Undertaker," Adaline rolled her eyes, but she smiled a bit, as she sat down for the camera.

She liked her privacy as much as any other wrestler that had cameras constantly on them, but especially since fans liked to pay extra attention to her life for whatever reason. Adaline attributed it to her once long term relationship with Colby, highly publicized at several points because of whatever dirt sheet rumours and private leaks that were thrown their way. She was quiet at all times, her Wikipedia page only covering her wrestling career, as she had been as vague about her childhood as possible in the past.

Raising an eyebrow at the producer, Craig, a few feet away, Adaline wasn't sure where to begin. "I can just talk about anything?"

Anything but the few things on the "no mention" list. Most were contributed by WWE, but a lot of other things were provided by Adaline. This included her past relationship with Colby outside of kayfabe and especially anything to do with Nikki Bella.

"Start with talking about your career so far. You can name drop companies and non-contracted performers, but only because we'll be editing whatever we don't want aired, anyway."

"Right," she shifted slightly, unsurprised. "Well, I'm turning thirty-two this fall, so this will be into my sixteenth year of doing this thing."

She wasn't exactly sure why the Network executives wanted to give her a 365 special. As far as she knew, most of the episodes were focused on wrestlers overcoming serious injuries or taking the next great step in their careers. Was this what NXT was supposed to be for her?

Craig's expression remained blank, as he pushed his semi rimless glasses higher on the bridge of his nose. "You started at sixteen years old?" His eyes never left the clipboard in front of him, where she assumed was a list of prompts to ask.

"Yeah, I dropped out of high school in the tenth grade and I worked retail and other random part time jobs for two years while training and working local shows in Toronto. Bingo halls, high school gyms, random parking lots, you know," Adaline explained further, still trying to loosen up her tense shoulders. "When I turned eighteen, I dropped everything and moved to the United States because I knew I was limited, wrestling where I was wrestling. I was an illegal alien with no plan and just a few hundred dollars—the dumb indie wrestler dream."

It'd been so long since she looked back at that time in her life. Once embarrassed by her roots, Adaline felt a warm, fuzzy feeling at the pit of her stomach and couldn't ignore the swelling of pride in her heart. She'd come far.

The look on Craig's face induced Adaline to continue, so she took a deep breath. "My early work happened in Pennsylvania, where I fought my way into gyms and I mean fought. It was really hard at that time for a woman to be taken seriously. It was guys like Drew Gulak and Jon—" Although Craig said that she was allowed to name drop non-contracted performers, she was positive that uttering the former Dean Ambrose's name wasn't worth it. "—um, who helped me learn the ropes and culture in that area. Chikara's Wrestling Factory really helped me out and I did stuff for them and other places like CZW. Drew was the head trainer at the CZW at the time and was one of the first mentor figures I had."

If Adaline had to put her money on it, she would have said that Craig was bored out of his damn mind, but then again, he had the same expression on his face ever since he walked into the room. "Did you just stay in the northeast for that portion of your career?"

"I ventured a bit more west as time went by. Definitely lingered around Illinois for a while, since it's where the top independent women's promotions were at the time. Funnily enough, I ended up living in Chicago for about ten years after that." To be with her boyfriend, but she didn't mention that. "I did some time on the west coast, not as much as I wish I did, but I definitely had some fun doing stuff in California and for a split second, Mexico. Three years into working in the States and I somehow, by a miracle, land myself in the locker room of Florida Championship Wrestling."

To this day, Adaline wasn't exactly sure how she got in. The tape that she sent the developmental recruits was god-awful and her tryout promo was more than cringy. However, looking at other people in her recruitment class, it was clear that officials and scouts looked at potential over everything—how well could they be molded into the WWE standard, the ceiling of their entertainment value. She wasn't sure if she should feel flattered that they saw that in her or not or if they simply saw that she could be easily manipulated.

"It was definitely a time down there. Difficult, yes, but I learned so much." Adaline could recall nights crying into her pillow out of frustration for where her training was going and how she was treated by the other talent. Girls often claimed how hard they were judged for being models and dancers before coming to FCW, but it was just as hard being an "arrogant indie schmuck." There weren't many women from back then who could relate to the garbage that she went through.

Craig asked, "Do you think performers then had a harder time in FCW than the recruits down in the PC and NXT today?"

She paused, taking the question in. "Not a harder time, per say, but the process is much smoother now, while being more of a burden. We have the state of the art Performance Center now, compared to that warehouse we used to train in. NXT gets so much more exposure now that it's harder to reinvent yourself at your own pace." Adaline said. "In a way, because NXT is now its own brand, I would say that talent from the FCW era were much more catty in the sense of starting drama and wanting to move up to get on the road with the main roster talent. The divas division back then was a very different culture to the women's locker room here at Full Sail, which is now very welcoming. Everyone wants to help each other, not drag them down."

There was nothing Adaline wanted to do more than expose certain names, but she held herself back. The catty environment, the hazing, the drama and sabotage, was too much for her. She was just glad that she move on from there quickly, as her memories in developmental hurt her as much as they did help her.

"And after FCW?"

Adaline grinned. "Oh, come on. Everyone knows what happened after that."

For the first few years, she was afraid that the only reason she got lumped in with The Shield was because she was Colby's long term girlfriend and that they assumed he would be most comfortable with her as their valet. After all, Adaline wasn't exactly progressing as a character in FCW. She was scared of that, and only being considered as eye candy and a side item for the boys. It took years of understanding from other people and seeing the product in the eye of the executives that they truly must have seen potential in her.

And if all of the above were true anyway, then Adaline made damn sure to prove herself to be otherwise in the past few years.

"My time with The Shield was everything I could ask for and more. I'm glad I spent that portion of my career with those guys, I don't think I could have found my way around without them. We were all definitely kind of lost, but we had each other, and we were really family." She wanted to say are family, but things were different these days.

Adaline talked to Joe the most, at least up until her move to the yellow and black brand. He texted and checked up on her often while she was off TV. Jon came here and there, but things were different. She only kept up with him through Renee, since the man clearly had yet to discover how to reply to a text.

Then, there was Colby.

Things were good the first couple months after the big finale. As fine as they could be, really. They were on different brands leading up to Wrestlemania, which contributed tremendously to the smooth sailing. After the Royal Rumble, though, things got. . . weird and of course, she hadn't known it yet, but it was around the time he started seeing Becky.

"Hey, Becks, some of the girls are going back to my hotel room after the show," Adaline had tapped Becky on the shoulder after catching her outside of the trainer's room during the later hours of Elimination Chamber. "You gonna come and kick my ass in Mario Kart?"

For whatever reason, Becky's expression dropped. "Oh, uh, actually, I'm just gonna head back to mine. Call it in early, y'know?" Tripping over her words, the fluster in her voice was a tad suspicious to Adaline, but she brushed it off.

She'd proceeded with her plans with Pamela and Leah, playing video games into the early morning. Adaline didn't even think of Becky and her obvious excuse until Leah mentioned that she ran into Becky on her way back to her own room.

"It was written all over her face! Someone definitely got lucky that night," Leah mused at the makeup table, two days later at Smackdown. "Who do you think the guy is? She's definitely not one for random hookups."

Adaline knew that she wasn't owed an explanation to Colby's new love life, but she was a little disappointed that she figured it out on her own. The little things, the rumours she heard backstage, all pieced together for her to realize what was going on between the two of them. Maybe Adaline wouldn't have felt so ruffled about it if it wasn't made to be so weird and secretive. She didn't tell anyone what she found out, keeping it to herself until they announced it themselves.

"Stop making excuses for him, I know why he's late." She didn't even look up from her phone, as she waited in the passenger's seat of the group's rental car. "He's with her, right?"

This was at the tail end of The Shield's farewell era in February earlier that year. Though, Adaline was not heavily involved in the storyline as some expected her to be—the escalation to her own Wrestlemania feud had been going on and she had duties to fulfill on the Smackdown brand. She wasn't there for the buildup throughout the month on Raw, but she was able to join the reunion at Fastlane. It was the group's last match together and the group begged personnel to let her be apart of at least the final moments.

Joe and Jon simply exchanged looks with each other in response. They clearly knew about the couple and probably found out from Colby himself. While nobody said anything to Adaline about it, deep down, they all knew that nobody needed to. She knew Colby more than possibly any other person in the world and the two weren't surprised that she figured it all out.

"Right." Jon was the one who chose to break the awkward silence. "Well, he can meet us there. Let's get this show on the road, we got some beautiful people waiting to see my beautiful face at that bar." It felt a little wrong to not wait for Colby on their way to the roster's "Goodbye Shield" party at a local watering hole, but even Joe was sick of waiting and started the engine.

"We had the time of our lives in that initial run. There's just too memories that I'll cherish forever, you know. But, my memory of all time is surprising the fans at Fastlane, when I showed up to accompany the boys to the ring one last time and having that farewell embrace as the show went off air." Adaline quickly blinked back the tears, as sensitive as ever, but she didn't like showing that side of her to the camera. "I swear to god, time seemed to just completely stop for those few minutes. It was out of this world, nothing like it."

The most magical part of wrestling was the crowd, there's no denying that. On the eve of Fastlane, Adaline felt mountains of love and excitement from the fans, knowing that they were witnessing the end of an era. All four of them knew it was the end of an era, in many ways more than one. Adaline and Colby, who were always known as a collective, rather than individually, were now apart and were now moving on from each other. Mox chose to chase his dreams elsewhere, away from the three that became his family. Joe's legacy in the industry was building and building, year by year. They were no longer the people they were in 2012, having finally gotten a taste of wealth and glory after early years of struggle when the four used to share a single hotel room to save costs.

She'll always be grateful for her run with The Shield. At the beginning, she was just happy to be in a main roster storyline. She was just happy to be able to maximize her time with Colby. Beyond that, Jon and Joe became her family. Bickering over who's turn it was to drive after long house shows, getting to know Joe's kids, playing video games in the locker rooms and every hotel room, and nobody leaving the trainer's room until everybody was clear. No one got left behind.

Back then, it was like that. Now? Adaline can't help but feel like she's come to that point, without any of the three by her side for the first time in a decade.

Craig sighed a little too loudly, rolling up his sleeve and glancing at the shiny watch on his wrist. "We're running out of time. We'll touch on your time with The Authority and everything since then for our next interview day, maybe also dig a little deeper into your new alliance with Undisputed Era." Adaline tried not to breathe a sigh of relief, already worn out from the questions. "Last thing. What are your expectations going into NXT, considering all that you've gone through in sixteen years?"

A question that she didn't know the answer to.

"It's good catching up with you. You have your locker number?" Coach Bloom stood up from his chair from across the desk, extending his hand for Adaline to shake.

She nodded, taking his hand. "Yes, sir. I'll be on my way, then."

Being called into the head trainer's office was similar to the feeling of being called into the principal's office and she had more fear in her body than someone who had just arrived should have had. That was the feeling that Bloom gave off to all NXT residents, but she knew that there was always care behind his tough demeanour. He simply wanted to welcome her properly to the PC on her first official day.

Meanwhile, Serena had been sitting to the side of the two of them and she couldn't confine the grin stretching across her face. When they had shook hands, she instead pulled her old friend into a tight embrace.

"I'm so happy you're here," she whispered into her ear, not caring that Bloom was rolling his eyes at them, mumbling about something for the two women to take it outside of his office.

They had only reunited so few times since Serena signed on as a coach for the Centre a year ago and it only made the moment feel so much sweeter. At the very beginning of Adaline's career, Serena had served as such a helpful mentor figure, even going into their short lived time in the FCW women's locker room together. To have their paths intersect once again, at yet another pivotal part in Adaline's life, seemed poetic in a sense.

Adaline walked out of the office, in tow with Serena. "I guess I'll be responding to your drills again, huh?"

"And you better do it damn well," she raised an eyebrow at the younger woman. "I'm still in shock that you're here. They really didn't want you going anywhere else, huh?"

Shrugging in response, the Canadian sighed. "I'm in shock, too—considering that NXT wasn't apart of the plan." Adaline was getting tired complaining about how the wool was pulled over her eyes during her contract negotiations, but it was starting to fully settle in. Meeting the guys in Hunter's office softened the blow. It was time to shut up and accept the facts.

"People everywhere watched what you did all over the world during those two years that you were gone. You don't need this company to be a star, they need you," Serena said. "Have you maybe considered that you're here because you did all you could do on RAW and Smackdown?"

Those words echoed in Adaline's head, as she trudged into the women's locker room.

It had almost ten years since she started this journey in this company and it seemed like almost everybody that started with her had already grown tired of it. Her first road wives, April and Celeste, were long gone. Danielle decided that she was worn out and was gone. Trinity had recently taken time off and wasn't sure when she was coming back to the ring. Saraya, someone who Adaline thought would be wrestling in her sixties, was retired. Even the goddamn Bellas weren't around anymore. Ninety percent of the division from a decade ago was gone. Wasn't she exhausted, too?

She envied women like Becky and Pamela, who were still hungry for more. There were others who had just made the main roster and some down with her in NXT now, who suffered through the struggles of the indies and were still ready to claw up to the top. Adaline wondered where that drive was for her.

Every locker was labelled by ring name, some with more long-standing plates—mainstays like Io Shirai and Bianca Belair. Meanwhile, others simply had a laminated piece of paper slapped on top of the metal. These were the recruits who had yet to prove themselves, the names that Adaline couldn't recognize.

A shiny, new plate shone on the locker that sat at the corner of the room. Aspen Glory, it read, in all of its permanent lustre.

She slammed her gym bag onto the bench, the impact echoing throughout the empty room. The process felt foreign, making a locker home when Adaline spent so many years travelling to probably hundreds of different arenas and treating each space and moment as temporary. She wasn't sure where to begin, as she unlocked the door and was met with a clean, baby blue interior.

There were some basic things that she brought, like extra socks, a water bottle, and shower shoes. Adaline quickly filled the locker up with these contents and it still appeared so barren to her. What the hell else was she supposed to put in it? She shrugged, not thinking too much about it. Then, she heard the door creak open.

Somewhat hidden away from the front of the locker room, Adaline could hear a distinct voice that seemed to be talking to someone over the phone and a smile formed, hoping it was who she thought it was.

"Yeah, that sounds good for dinner. I just got into the PC, I think Cheree's already waiting for me. You know how she is, she's always early. Alright, bye, Johnny, I love you. See you."

A flash of blonde hair only confirmed Adaline's suspicions. It was Candice LeRae, who hummed the melody of a 90s pop song and chewed bubblegum, as she strolled over without noticing the other female in the room. She easily unlocked her name plated locker, which was across from Adaline's, and nearly everything spilled out from it being too full.

She groaned. "Oh, crap," Candice said, trying to chase a bottle of dry shampoo that had begun rolling across the floor, only to be met with Adaline's bemused expression.

"Hi."

"Hey," Candice replied with a grin, a little perplexed.

Almost instantaneously, they pulled each other into a hug. Knowing that she would be diving head first into the unknown, Adaline was aware that she couldn't navigate all on her own. The two Breezango idiots were too busy figuring their own things out and she couldn't voice her anxiety to her new stable mates, wanting to give off a confident face. There were only so many people that Adaline could turn to outside of them, so she gave Candice a heads up that she was now reporting to the Performance Centre.

Adaline bent down and reached out for the lavender can for her shorter friend, passing it to her. "Your shit's a mess, girl."

"Yours will be, too. Give it a month," she rolled her eyes and peeked over her shoulder at Adaline's belongings on the bench. "You're moving in today?! I honestly did not expect to see you here so soon."

"I told you that I landed a few days ago, didn't I? I've been in meetings all weekend," Adaline replied with a groan. She had only been in Orlando for such a short amount of time and the amount of work and settling she had to do was taxing. The NXT tapings hadn't even begun, yet.

Candice said, "Yeah, it doesn't really slow down for another week or so. You'll love it here, I promise." As everyone else had promised Adaline, who clearly wasn't convinced.

The blonde turned around and put the can back into its place—if it even had one, in that mess of a locker—and began rummaging through her personal possessions. Candice let a out a soft a-ha! when she found what she was looking for at the back of the space, a Minnie Mouse hairbrush. Adaline chuckled softly at the sight and turned around, closing her own locker.

"Are you off to go workout?"

"Yeah, Cheree's wanted to get some cardio in. Any more meetings today?" Candice replied.

Adaline shook her head. "No, just moving in." She gestured to her gym bag and locker.

"Well, while you're here, the taping schedule is posted up by the west wing double doors, you know, the ones to the main gym. We can check it out together. Actually, would your name even be on there?" Candice thought to herself, considering that she was one of the few people who were made aware of Adaline's presence. The taping schedule wasn't usually subject to the change unless there was an injury, but producers were known edited the cards last minute to accommodate random returns and debuts before, at least once the talent found out.

The woman in question just shrugged in response. "Beats me. It doesn't hurt to look, right?"

"Then, we can check out the travel schedule. Ooh, I hope you're coming with us to the midwest loop at the end of the month!" Candice became giddy. "We'll hit the road together, no men! I wish we got to do that more often when you were in Cali."

Adaline didn't get the opportunity to do so often, but she loved wrestling in The Golden State and especially in PWG. When she worked with them in the past, she always travelled and hung out with Candice.

"I don't think so, but probably the next one?" she shrugged.

The two began chatting more for the next few minutes, mostly about Adaline settling in and her new house. Always the lazy type, she'd been procrastinating and the boxes in her home were left untouched, despite her promising herself that she would get it all out. The small talk about something other than wrestling for once settled the restlessness in Adaline, a small distract of sorts.

It wasn't like she disliked talking about wrestling, rather it was all that seemed to be on her mind for the past while since Wrestlemania. Somehow, it was the first time Adaline really took notice of that, considering she lived, breathed, and ate wrestling for the past sixteen years of her life. A part of her felt worrisome for the sudden awareness of it, wondering it had any relation to her other career concerns.

Unfortunately, the brief, sweet wrestling-free moment was cut short when the locker room door slammed open.

Everyone knew who Shayna Baszler was, or at least, every woman in the company did. After all, the current NXT Women's Champion was probably next in line to overtake your spot in the animal kingdom. Management wanted to push her to lead the division once she would inevitably leave NXT and become a box office draw for all of the big pay-per-views and tours and media.

Some said that Shayna was one of, if not, the most intimidating women on the NXT roster and bore a vicious gaze. Even upon entering the locker room that was nearly empty, her presence demanded attention. All eyes drew to her so naturally and so quickly as they tore away from her out of fear.

"Out of my way," was all she had to say to Adaline, not even flinching at the sight of the veteran and former women's champion.

Adaline zoned out for a moment, completely baffled by the attitude that she was just given. She couldn't help but scoff, trying to process the disrespect that was being shown to her.

She narrowed her eyes at Shayna. "The hell did you just say to me?"

In between them, Candice just sighed. It seemed like that she wanted to end what was going to be an ugly dispute early, but something held her back. Adaline hoped it wasn't out of intimidation by the former mixed martial artist.

Shayna stared back at the woman in front of her. "You think you can just waltz in here and act like you got this brand on lock? They get tired of you on the main roster and Japan couldn't offer you enough money, so you come down here to fuck around?"

Adaline wanted to find out how Shayna found out that she was going to be here, but that wasn't the main concern of hers. Her jaw nearly dropped to the ground, hearing Shayna's words. Clearly, she didn't like her or some rumours already began to float around backstage. Regardless, Adaline was already on the bad side of the de facto locker room leader.

With the fury running through her body, though, she didn't give a damn.

"I'm going to say this once, so you better listen up," Shayna began, "I think you're entitled. I think that you've ridden on the coattails of your ex-boyfriend for your entire career. So, I don't like you. Plain and simple."

"You think you know me?" Adaline's voice began to rise, but Shayna held up a hand and didn't let her finish.

She said, "Maybe for you, being here is like a little vacation before someone like Ashley Flair gets injured and creative will need another spoiled brat to bury their women's division with on Smackdown. For some of us, NXT is our entire lives. Don't mess that up for us."

With that, Shayna bumped Adaline's shoulder when she walked away to the other side of the room and behind a wall to another area of lockers. All she could hear after was the stomping of boots and the slamming of a metal door open. Meanwhile, she was in complete shock of the conversation that just happened, wondering if she just imagined it.

Looking at Candice's sheepish expression, though, it confirmed that Shayna Baszler did indeed strut right up to Adaline and cussed out one of the scariest warnings that the latter had ever heard in her life.

"Honestly, she gives that talk to every new girl," Candice said in a low voice, as she ushered Adaline out of the locker room.

"You can't be serious," Adaline shot back, still worked up over what happened. It took all the will in her body to not barge right back in and swing at Shayna's smug face.

The target was now on her back and she had yet to even step into the yellow brand's ring. If she was being honest, it was definitely a wake up call to where she was now and the expectations weighing down on her shoulders. She didn't know what she was supposed to do. She didn't even want to be here. Adaline wouldn't admit it out loud, but she was terrified for the first time in years.

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The Island of Maravu - Chapter 2

The Island of Maravu

Chapter 2 - The Bunker

Pairing: Starker AU (Peter is 22)

Rated: Overall: E / Chapter: T

Status: WIP

Summary: The Avengers are in shambles and Tony Stark just needs to get out from under the fallout. So, he does what every genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist does - he buys an island. Maravu is just the escape Tony is looking for until one morning a beautiful young man arrives with secrets and a smile that makes Tony’s broken heart beat again.

Some Tags: AU, A little angst, Smut and Fluff is the goal here people but I can’t just do that apparently without backstory and plot. No real trigger warnings that I can think of unless water or storms are an issue for you. If you run into something I didn’t think of, let me know.

Chapter 1

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The birds hated him. They were in cahoots. Thirty-three days on Maravu and the birds woke him up before the sun every freaking morning. Tony stirred, rolled over and scowled at the open window. They were at it again.

He groaned and put a pillow over his head.

"Friday, play something loud."

"Playing your Something Loud playlist," Friday said. Tony rolled his eyes, noting the amusement in her voice before the opening guitar riff of Def Leppard's Photograph blasted through the speakers.

The cabin, a simple, but cozy one-room affair with a fireplace, sofa, kitchenette and dining room table, suited him perfectly. One of the two luxury items he'd insisted upon, besides Friday and the technical upgrades he'd made, was the queen-sized bed that dominated the bedroom area of the cabin. He'd have flown in a king if it would have fit. But even the queen was pushing it.

The cabin came equipped with an attached bathroom and shower. But Tony had grown accustomed to showering in the original, outdoor shower that ran using accumulated rainwater. Something about showering outside in the sun brought out the hedonist in him.

During his first week on Maravu, Tony installed a self-sustained arc reactor to solve the electricity problem and ensured they’d had fast reliable wi-fi. The plantation resumed operation the following week with Mr. Umbari as manager. Tony liked the huge mountain of a man. They worked well together and at the end of a long day, he often sought out his calming presence at the community fire that burned in the village's center courtyard most evenings.

They would talk about the day and share a drink before retiring. Tony liked to watch him talk, his expressive, deeply lined face and white, wiry hair and beard that stood up as though it had a mind of its own. Mr. Umbari had learned to speak English by watching episodes of old American shows like MASH and Happy Days and Tony found himself smiling when now and then he recognized a familiar phrase. When the reactor went live, Mr. Umbari had celebrated by giving Tony the double Fonzie thumbs before dragging him into a chest busting hug.

For the most part, the islanders didn't intrude on Tony’s solitude. Mr. Umbari was a fair and able leader, so Tony didn't get involved in the day to day operations unless they needed him. But periodically he'd be working in the lab he’d set up near his cabin and hear someone call out "Turaga Ni Kaukamea!" Tony would look outside to see someone emerge from the trees and request his assistance at the plantation.

Mr. Umbari addressed him as Mr. Stark even after Tony had invited him to call him by his first name. But the rest of the islanders called him Turaga Ni Kaukamea or sometimes just Kaukamea. Friday had translated it as basically Man of Iron.

So, they were aware of who he was. But no one ever asked to see the suit or wondered why he'd chosen to live on the island when it was clear his own house was in such disarray. They didn't bring it up at all. They expressed their gratitude in humble ways and treated him like anyone else on the island, which was perfect with Tony.

He peeked out from under his pillow to find that the sky has lightened into a midnight blue with the faint orange glow of dawn creeping up behind the windowsill.

"Okay, okay. Stop the music and start the coffee," he said, giving in. "And play me something tropical.”

"You do realize that the current temperature is 76 degrees with a humidity of 94%?" Friday asked as the sound of steel drums and ukulele began.

"My body still thinks it's December in New York, don't judge me," Tony snarked back, smiling when the coffee pot came to life. The rich aroma of the local blend infused his little cabin as the sun crested the horizon.

Tony threw back the sheet and stretched. He drew a deep breath and padded naked across the wood floor to the little kitchenette that consisted of the smallest stove he'd ever seen, a microwave, and a refrigerator that was straight out of the '70s in avocado green. The fanciest thing in the kitchen was his second luxury item – his beloved Concordia espresso machine.

He poured a cup into one of the chipped mugs that had come with the place and took it outside to the fire pit he'd built in the dooryard. His cabin was far enough away from the beach to be safe from the tide but close enough that his view from the fire was the perfect place to watch the sun come up. Tony lit the fire and settled into his camp chair with his coffee to do just that.

Although he tried to focus on his plans for the day, his mind wandered down paths he preferred to avoid. He tried not to spend his time worrying about the wayward Avengers, Rhodey, and the countless ways he had and continued to fail Pepper. But in those quiet moments when it was just him and the traitorous birds, Tony let it in.

He rubbed his chest. Like a phantom limb, it ached as it had for months after his last meeting with Steve.

And Barnes.

Tony sighed. Pepper had insisted he see a shrink after everything went down. He'd gone - a couple of times. But he still couldn't talk about it. Hell, he couldn't even think about it without igniting the flame of resentment and hatred. Logically he understood that Barnes had been brainwashed by Hydra. He was no more responsible for his actions than Clint had been for what he'd done when under the power of Loki's scepter.

Nevertheless, here Tony was. If Barnes were to materialize before him, Tony would probably try to bash his head in with a coconut.

Probably. Maybe.

Barnes may have the benefit of Tony’s doubt, the mind-controlled pass. But Steve...Cap…he’d made his choices all on his own. Tony oscillated between hope and fear that the big, stubborn man would get caught. He had no idea what he would say to the man if he ever saw him again. But he had the little burner phone Steve had mailed to Tony Stank tucked into his sock drawer nonetheless.

The temperature had risen just a little. On the horizon, Tony spied a rain cloud, one of those slow-moving clouds you could watch approach with its sheets of rain that blanketed the island at least once a day.

He frowned.

"Friday, what's the weather supposed to be like today?"

"Fair in the morning with severe thunderstorms rolling in at approximately 1:34 P.M."

"I suppose I should get started then," he said, gulping down the rest of his coffee. He put the mug in the sink and fished a fresh pair of shorts and a t-shirt from his dresser. It was time to check on the arc reactor.

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"Boss, the Fiji Meteorological Society has issued a tropical storm warning with potential for rotation in this area and is expected it hit earlier than expected," Friday warned.

Tony crawled out from under the arc reactor's electronics panel and adjusted his glasses.

"How bad?" he asked, wiping his hands on a towel. He peered up at the doughnut-shaped reactor housing. The walls of the cave in which he'd built it flickered blue and purple as it purred softly.

There was a certain amount of poetic justice in this, he thought. He'd started this in a cave. And now here he was again, minus the car battery and armed guards. And this arc reactor was designed only to help.

Tony climbed a small set of metal stairs, freshly painted safety yellow, which led to the ground floor. He opened a set of doors and entered the circular antechamber where islanders could look through the reinforced glass at the arc reactor below. They'd installed bunker doors at the mouth of the cave for emergencies. But they were usually left open to the public. The reactor itself was locked and protected by Friday. No one entered without Tony's knowledge.

Outside, the palm trees swayed and here and there little puffs of dirt from the path twisted into the air with leaves and rocks. Tony had been in the reactor bunker for a few hours and the wind had picked up considerably.

"Radar indicates wind speed of approximately 22 miles per hour. No active rotation," Friday said.

Tony chewed his lip and considered the news. When he'd moved in, Mr. Umbari had gone over their storm preparedness plan. The island had a storm bunker for its inhabitants. As though he'd summoned the man, Mr. Umbari and his orange menace of a golf cart sped around the corner. He slid in next to Tony's red cart, barely missing the tail end as he turned the sharp corner. Tony chuckled and shook his head as Mr. Umbari unfolded his long legs and climbed out from under the orange and white striped canopy.  He hurried toward the bunker as the first drops of rain plip-plopped against his yellow rain slicker. As soon as he saw Tony Mr. Umbari grinned and waved. Tony ushered him inside and hit the button to close the bunker doors.

"Mr. Stark. The boys said you were here," Mr. Umbari said, entering through the single door.

"Yeah, I was just checking on the reactor, giving her a tune-up. Friday says we've got a storm on the way?"

Mr. Umbari had been introduced to the AI and he seemed completely charmed by her.

He smiled at the ceiling. "Hello, Ms. Friday. Thank you for keeping Mr. Stark so informed."

"It's my pleasure, Sir," she answered in her pleasant Irish lilt earning a grin from Mr. Umbari.

"Unfortunately, Ms. Friday is correct, Sir. Since this is your first storm on the island, I wanted to make sure that you were safe."

"Thanks for your concern. I'll finish up here and go down to the cabin, batten down the hatches and be in the bunker in time for dinner, Dad." Tony smiled at the large man as he put away his tools."

Mr. Umbari laughed, deep and genuine. "Good, good. I'm glad to hear it. I hear that Skillet has already begun a pot of lamb stew for the occasion."

Tony's stomach growled at the thought of food and he realized he hadn't eaten yet today.

"Skillet's cooking?" Tony asked and Mr. Umbari grinned.

"If Skillet's in the kitchen I'm not gonna miss it," Tony said.

Kitchen wizard and culinary school dropout, Skillet worked the plantation to help pay off his student loans. But one meal at Skillet's table told Tony that the young Fijian was wasting his talents.

Tall, whip-thin, with long black curls he kept up in a messy bun most days, the kid could cook rings around the overpriced chefs at any of the five-star Manhattan restaurants. Tony had offered to pay his debt and set him up in a spot of his own, wherever he wanted. But Skillet turned him down every time.

Tony, being Tony, had been trying to come up with a loophole that kid would accept to no avail. But he had one final trick up his sleeve he planned to save until the right moment. As Tony's chef, Skillet would both pay down his debt and have his talents recognized by the top critics around the world at the events Tony threw. It was a win-win for both of them.

Mr. Umbari nodded, evidently pleased with Tony's response.

"Good. Good. I should go to make sure the animals are safe. I will see you there, my friend! Goodbye, Ms. Friday," he said.

Tony smiled, amused at the way the islanders treated everything with a relaxed acceptance. Even in the face of a potentially damaging storm, they prepared for a gathering of families.

"See you there."

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Tony stepped into the storm bunker and was immediately enveloped in the delicious aroma of stew and fresh bread. He breathed in deeply and looked around the room, impressed by the setup. The bunker looked like a basement with concrete walls and floors. A bar and small kitchen stood on the right side of the room where Skillet was working his magic. The left side was lined with padded seats. They'd made the cold, grey room into a warm and comfortable place to gather with tapestries on the walls, and woven rugs and pillows on the floors.

"Turaga ni kaukamea!" several children called and swarmed, reaching up to be held and tugging him toward the group of adults who sat at the tables lined up end to end in the center of the room.

"Oh hey!" he exclaimed when a little girl who couldn't be more than four climbed him like a palm tree. The adults laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He sat down in one of the folding chairs and held her on his lap.

"Kaukamea, what are you building in your lab? Filipe says you have a ghost and you talk to it. Does it help you build things?" she asked.

"Who told you that?"

The little girl pointed to a boy with bronze skin and wide, curious eyes. He looked up at Tony in fascination from the safety of his mother's arms.

"Filipe?" Tony asked with a raised eyebrow. The boy nodded dramatically.

"And what's your name?" Tony asked the girl.

"Sara," she said.

"Nice to meet you, Sara and Filipe. It just so happens that I am currently working on some upgrades to the arc reactor technology that runs the island. Have you seen the new bunker?"

All the children nodded in unison.

"So, if...and Filipe, I'm looking at you here… IF someone were sneaking around my lab, they may have heard me talking to Friday, who is not a ghost. She's more like a really, really smart computer who can talk."

"Is she smarter than you?" Sara asked, wide-eyed.

"Well...technically, yes. I built her. But I taught her to learn. She has access to all the information on the internet. So, she knows like...everything."

"Woooow," the children chorused.

"Right? She’s crazy smart.”

"Kaukamea, can we meet Friday?” Sara asked. "I have a computer at home. But it's never spoken to me before. Do you think if I brought it over, Friday could teach it how to talk?"

The children murmured their agreement, each of them wanting Friday to teach their computers to talk too. Tony noticed that the adults had stopped what they were doing to listen to the conversation.

Tong chuckled. "Unfortunately, your home computers aren't quite as smart as Friday. But if it's okay with your parents, you can come by the lab to meet Friday. But listen, it's super important that if you come to visit me that you don't go into the lab by yourself. You never know what I'm working on. And it could be dangerous. Do you all understand?"

The children agreed and ran off to play. The adults chuckled and resumed their conversations. Sara wiggled down from his lap and grabbed Filipe's hand.

"I told you there wasn't a ghost," she said.

"Well, it sounded like a ghost," he said.

"Sorry about that," one of the women said, taking a seat next to Tony. "The children are so curious about you. I'm Delana, Sara's mother." She held out her hand and Tony shook it with a smile. Delana was a little younger than Tony with caramel skin and sleek black hair she wore swept up in a ponytail.

"It's okay. I'm used to it. I just wanted to make sure they don't get hurt."

"Thank you for looking out for them. And for everything you've done for the island. When Mr. Umbari was forced to sell, we thought that everyone here would be forced off the island. But you swooped in and allowed us to keep our homes, brought reliable electricity and Wi-Fi, and helped us keep our jobs. You have truly been a blessing."

Tony nodded, swallowing a lump in his throat. "I'm glad I could do some good," he said.

Delana tilted her head; she studied him a moment before smiling and patting his hand. "Let me get you some stew," she said finally before getting up and heading to the kitchen where people had begun to get in line.

Tony tuned in to the conversations around him. The people spoke in a mix of English and Fijian. Friday helped by providing translation on the lenses of his glasses and he followed the conversations. Delana returned with a big bowl of stew and a plate piled with roti, a flatbread the islanders seemed to have at almost every meal.

The storm hit late in the evening with everyone gathered around a large pot-bellied stove as Mr. Umbari told stories to the nervous children. They invited Tony into one of the wooden rocking chairs by the fire. He'd refused several times because although he owned the island and everyone had been more than welcoming, Tony couldn't shake the sense that he was still an outsider, merely a means to an end for these people. But eventually, he accepted and as the wind howled outside and Friday fed him updates about the storm, Tony drifted off to sleep in the warmth of the fire.

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Rock & Roll Mystery (Part Two)

Summary: Round 2 of Scooby-doo featuring Y/N.

Pairings: Dean x reader,  Fred x reader

Warnings: Based on the Scooby-Doo & KISS movie.

Word Count: 1900+

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Scooby-Doo. This is fanfiction only. Please do not redistribute my writings on other sites, horrible or not. Thanks!

Part One

You took the lead as suggested by Fred, leading the group around the corner of the entrance gates. You magically took out a bolt cutter to use on the fence, cutting enough to make a new entrance. Once everyone was in, the group found themselves sneaking behind small tents that were used as food stands, games, and prizes.

Fred had kept close behind you which seemed to irritate a couple of others in the party. When Dean couldn’t take it anymore, he picked up his pace to reach both you and Fred. “Hey man, I need to talk to Y/N about something. “ He whispered as he passed by Fred, who thought nothing of it as he let the older Winchester pass.

Dean smiled forcibly, nodding his head as thanks. The older hunter honestly didn’t have anything specific to talk about with Y/N. He just wanted to be in between you and Fred.

Hearing voices nearby, you came to a stop holding out your right arm to signal for the rest to stop for a moment as well.

The voices grew louder as they drew more near. One of the voices caught Daphne’s attention as she whispered to the group, “Hey, I think one of them is the guard that wouldn’t let us through earlier.”

You signaled for everyone to hush up as you all listened in on the conversation taking place between the guard and a stranger. They were discussing the temporary closure of the park due to a witch terrorizing the park guests and park operators. The stranger is identified as the park supervisor as he expresses his desire for someone who can help them with the witch issue, but the guard is too confident that she can handle the situation by herself due to being a former government defense employee. The park supervisor disagrees as he requests for mystery solvers immediately and stomps away with the guard behind him.

As the voices leave out of hearing range, the gang walks out from behind the tents as the coast is clear.

“Sounds like we have a mystery on our hands, gang.” Fred announced.

“Great witches. I hate damn witches.” Dean muttered.

You chuckled at Dean’s comment. As much as you agreed with him, the fact that you were solving this case with Scooby Doo and the gang made it 10X better than a regular witch hunt.

While Scooby’s gang discussed the witch and her intentions, Sam pulled his brother and Y/N to the side. “Have either of you watched this episode? Nothing is ringing a bell.”

The older Winchester shook his head. “I’d remember if there was an episode with KISS and the only one I recall is where Daphne’s hot cousin was present.”

You narrowed your eyes at Dean’s description of Daphne’s relative.

Dean felt your eyes on him as he shrugged with a goofy smile.

“It’s not an episode. We’re in a movie.” You answered.

“So you’ve watched this mystery and know how it ends?” Sam asked, a bit hopeful.

You bit your bottom lip. “Not exactly. I just remember seeing it online and it was on my To-watch-list.”

“Wait a second? You weren’t going to tell me that Scooby Doo was going to have a movie with KISS?!” Dean gasped, staring at you.

You rolled your eyes. It wasn’t that you planned on not telling him, but every time you thought about it, he would bring up his last lay or be eyeing a potential future lay. At some point, you just didn’t want to bother anymore.

Before you could answer with a smart remark, Fred popped up beside you. “Hey guys, we’re going to search for clues in there. See what we can find about out about this witch.” The blonde pointed to a nearby building that looked like some kind of walkthrough.

Annoyed by the thought of Dean’s inability to not hit on any woman he sees, you hooked your arm with Fred’s arm. “Let’s go search for clues then!” You agreed as you turned him around to head towards the walkthrough, a big grin visibly on Fred’s face.

Dean’s mouth dropped at your action.

Sam snickered, using one of his hands to close his brother’s mouth. “How does it feel to be on the other side?” Sam asked as he quickly picked up his steps to follow behind you and Fred.

Dean grumbled to himself as he followed too.

When everyone reached the entrance of the walkthrough, it was obvious that Scooby and Shaggy were refusing to go in. You unhooked your arm with Fred’s, which Dean and Daphne both seemed relieved about, and headed over to the scaredy cats. “I can stay with them and make sure they don’t get into any trouble. You five go on ahead.”

Everyone but Dean nodded their head in agreement as he made his way over to you. “You call out if anything, I mean anything happens, understand?”

His attitude surprised you a bit but you nodded your head. “Roger that.” You smiled softly.

Dean nodded and then entered the walkthrough to join the others.

Shaggy and Scooby came up beside you, “Oh man, thanks for that.”

“Ra Ra” Scooby agreed.

You smiled at both of them, “No problem! Now, how about we play some of that?” Across from the walkthrough, there was a tent sent up with water guns and the faces of the KISS members. It was one of those carnival games where you shoot the water gun in the mouth of a face and compete to see who can fill up the thermometer looking container behind the face first.

“RAS!” “YES!” Scooby and Shaggy both yelled in excitement as they scurried over.

You followed after them as the three of you lined up next to each other, a water gun per person.

“Prepare to lose Scoobs!” Shaggy preached.

“Ro! You rerare to roose Rhaggy!” Scooby barked.

You shook your head chuckling, “Alright, on the count of 3…”

“1…”

Scooby and Shaggy put on serious faces as they looked to their sides.

“2…”

Scooby began laughing almost maniacal as everyone aimed their water gun at the open mouth.

“3!”

The water blasted out of the water guns at the same time. At first, Shaggy was winning, then his arm got tired for a moment from holding the gun and the water hit the edge of the mouth slowing his pace. You took the lead with a grin. You were almost at the finish line when Scooby came out of nowhere and immediately filled the container first.

“Aw man.” Shaggy complained.

Scooby began posing with the water gun in his hand.

You just laughed, not at all disappointed in the results. Too busy laughing, you didn’t notice that someone else appeared till you heard Scooby scream, followed by Shaggy.

When you faced the direction they were facing, you saw someone on the ground with a wet red sheet over themselves. The wet part obviously from Scooby’s actions, it looked like.

The Winchesters and the rest of the Scooby gang came running out as they all had heard the screams.

“What happened?” All the men asked.

Scooby and Shaggy had found their way behind you, shaking as they pointed to the covered figure. “W-W-WITCHHH!” The two scaredy cats yelled.

The frame outlined by the red sheet was bulkier than a regular person, even a witch. At least the witches you encountered had the more normal human frame.

Dean and Fred rushed in front of you while Sam made his way to the figure sitting on the ground. The figure moaned. It sounded manly too. Sam looked at Dean and Fred signaling to be prepared to pounce on the stranger once he pulled the red cover off. Daphne and Velma had made their way beside you to witness the uncovering.

“HEY YOU KIDS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?! THE PARK IS CLOSED!” the guard came out of nowhere behind the gang yelling from afar.

Scooby and Shaggy moved in front of you, trying to hide from the guard now, as they yelled, “It’s the mean-ol’ guard lady!”

“I recognize some of you…” The guard shared as she reached close enough to the group. “You were the kids with the dog that I wouldn’t let in earlier.” Her eyes landing on Scooby. “I told you, we’re closed. You need to leave.”

“But, we may have just caught the witch.” Daphne explained as she pointed to the covered stranger on the ground.

“Actually, that is not the witch.” Velma interrupted. She pressed her glasses as she walked over to Sam and the person in question. “By the shape of the upper body visible through this red sheet…” She tugged on the wet sheet. “…I mean this wet red sheet, there is a male under this, who is none other than….” She pulled off the wet red sheet.

“The Demon?!” Y/N, Dean, Daphne, Shaggy, and Scooby all gasped.

“Oh, heck yes!” Dean exclaimed.

“Guess the jig is up.” Spoke another voice from the shadow.

Like a ninja, the Demon flipped backward, joining three others as they all posed to introduce themselves. “On the drums, the Catman. On bass, you’ve met him and you’ve wet him, the Demon. Then our lead guitarists, the Spaceman and Starchild!”

Daphne grew heart eyes as Starchild was introduced. Dean grew star eyes. Everyone else but Fred, Sam, and the guard were in awe.

The guard, possibly not a KISS fan, walked over to Scooby and Shaggy. “You kids will still need to leave. Again, the park is closed.”

“Hold on there, mate. These guys are good guys.” Starchild spoke up for the gang.

“Yeah, they helped us at the Banning Junction, am I right?” Spaceman asked rhetorically.

“That’s right. And now we’re here to help solve the mystery of the witch.” Fred stood proudly as he glanced over at you.

“They’re what we need, so they’re cool to stay.” Starchild insisted.

“Ah! Perfect! Just what I wanted!” The voice from earlier was heard as a bearded man with grey hair appeared.

“And you are?” Dean asked, not in his star-struck phase anymore.

“I’m the park supervisor, Manny Goldman.” Manny walked over to KISS. “You all are here already?”

“We heard what was happening and thought we could help.” Starchild answered.

“And you’ve brought mystery solvers too!” Manny exclaimed as he went to hug Scooby Doo.

Scooby pulled away from Manny, taking his hand in his paw. “Rice to Reet you too.”

Manny smiled, shaking Scooby’s paw and then turned to his park guard, “Delilah, these people will not be leaving. With this much help, we’ll have the park up and running again in no time! Just in time for the main attraction, the KISS concert! So for now, go patrol somewhere else and stay out of their way.”

The guard didn’t seem to like what was going on and how quickly she became not the higher authority. She gritted her teeth in frustration and then turned to leave to patrol elsewhere.

Y/N, Dean, and Sam noticed her frustration and all looked at each other. They had all been thinking the same thing, that the witch could possibly be her.

“Now then, the park is open to you all to solve this witch mystery ASAP. If there is anything I can do, just let me know. KISS, if you don’t mind coming with me, Chip is back at my office and we need to talk to you four.” Manny requested.

KISS agreed and followed Manny back to his office.

“Alright gang, let’s look for clues again and split up.” Fred suggested.

Next: Part Three

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[anunvalidcritic]

WATCHMEN (series) EP1

(DISCLAIMER: MY OPINION IS MY OWN AND CAN BE DEEMED INVALID TO THOSE WHO DON’T CARE FOR IT.) *SPOILER ALERT*

I’ve been meaning to do this show for quite some time now but I was so wrapped up and watching and not commenting on it because it was just that good! But here I am now talking about it and that’s all that matters. Thou this series so far only has 1 season with 9 episode it’s pretty fucking incredible and the cast and crew outdid themselves HANDS DOWN. So anyways I’ll be giving some reactions and thoughts that I have about this episode and the rest to follow as per usual on this blog. Please enjoy {:*) <-- do you get it?}

           It’s Summer and We’re Running Out of Ice

RORSCHACH is one bad motherfucker!

It’s crazy how ppl complain about subtitles now but just think of the ppl that had to watch the scene first and then read what the fuck was being sad smdh.... y’all bitchies got it made in the shade nowadays

“There will be no mob justice today. TRUST IN THE LAW.” - Black Marshall and the young boy

A siren is going off in the distance, the lady on the piano is fucking up now, and some type of bomb seemed to have hit the building wtf is going on is it some type of war?

TULSA 1921

Oh shit!

Racial injustice and public discrimination of African Americans but white members of the KKK...

The AA family of 3 is running for their lives

They meet up with some friends and they’re told that there isn’t enough room in the car. So the father of the young boy insist that they take their son only. 

While telling his son his final goodbyes he gives him a piece of paper. 

Bro that’s fucked up his parents didn’t even have a fucking chance!

There’s a car accident... the man and the woman are deceased and the boy is fortunate enough to be alive...

“WATCH OVER THIS BOY” - written on the paper

There was a fucking infant in the car bro!

All this shit was because a group of ppl didn’t like the success of a minority community coming up and being successful

PRESENT DAY (2019)

Aye that dude was really bumpin’ to that shit

Damn that light is bright as fuck!

lol PANDA must be dick if he didn’t want to talk to him

“It was a Rorschach mask.” - Police Officer

Bro the fucking dialogue going on in this scene while the office is in the car really had me dyin’ (from laughter)

MEMORABLE DIALOGUE

OFFICER - “Panda come on release my weapon.”

PANDA - “Probability of drugs and/or alcohol in the subject’s vehicle?”

OFFICER - “High.”

PANDA - “Probability of firearms and/or explosives in the subject’s vehicle?”

OFFICER - “High.”

PANDA - “What’s your overall perceived threat leave of this?”

OFFICER - “High. Just... buzz me, okay?”

PANDA - “...Stand by...”

FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!

PANDA took to fucking long!!!! (PANDA is the type of dude that does things by the book.)

That whole traffic stop had me tense af!

BLACK OKLAHOMA (shit was lowkey lit though)

That beat drop though!

Looks like the boss man is getting called in because of the incident. 

AYE Ol’ COUNTRY BOY FROM HOLES

Listen, man, if you don’t like the show can you at least appreciate the dialogue that the show has to offer?!?!

MEMORABLE DIALOGUE

LOOKING GLASS - “Maybe there was something in the truck he didn’t want found.”

CAPTAIN - “Something like what?”

LOOKING GLASS - “There was a head of lettuce in the Sutton’s car. The shooter must’ve tossed it in. I believe it was Romaine.”

CAPTAIN - “...Were there any croutons?”

LOOKING GLASS - “...Not that I could assertain.”

LOOKING GLASS has the best mask on this show hands down!

It is pretty how the police have to hide their identity from anyone around them. 

The fucking WATCHMEN.... how legendary

Vietnam's a whole fucking state of the USA?!?!?

Is it just me or doesn’t that little boy they keep showing looks like he could be related to the girl that plays X-23?... just me alrighty then...

Why do I feel as if ANGELA is about to traumatize these kids with a story that happened to her?

LOL the way the teacher

“Did Redfordations pay for it?”/”Your bakery... Did you pay for it with Redfordations?” - TOMMY

Idek what Redfordations are yet but that little boy looks racist lol so I’m not surprised he asked her that question. But he played his part so good for him. 

DAMN THE BOY VERSION OF X-23 KNOCKED HIS ASS OVER (his name is TOPHER)

WTF IS THAT?!?! Are those baby squids?!?! They didn’t even live for that long.

ANGELA doin’ her bad bitch walk while being watched by an old man in a wheelchair. 

LADY KNIGHT 

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Of course, PANDA looks like shit!

“Black Oklahoma was delightful.” - CAPTAIN

LOOKING GLASS was right... she not happy about not being contacted when the incident happened.  

“I got a nose for white supremacy and he smells like Bleach.” - ANGELA

That integration pod is pretty cool lookin’

ANGELA got that man right on the nose when picking him. 

... just tell her what she wants to know man!

CATTLE RANCH

Dang, I hope nothing happens to those cows....

Damn so much for hoping the cows would be okay

LADY KNIGHT vs THE CAVALRY

ROFL the way she’s slapping him!

“They're right under you?” - ANGELA..... These motherfuckers are in the sky!!!!!!!

Wow JUDD was really about to risk both of their lives to get those dudes and he’s laughin’ like that shit ain’t nothin’...

alright... we’ve got some nice classical music playing...

Wow naked as a jaybird and has that girl rubbin’ his thigh like this ain’t nothin’ new.

Anniversary.... is a fan of Mariah Carey??? (get it because Mariah Carey refers to her birthday as an anniversary... boujee shit)

Proceeds to eat only a forkful of cake

A play in 5 fucking acts?!?!?!?

BLACK OKLAHOMA is the musical that’s the talk of the town... HAMILTON WHO?!? (jkjkjk)

Y’all I just had an epiphany.... in the musical of Oklahoma the “bad guy” character name is JUDD just like the captain... now Idk if that’s foreshadowing but... it's whatever.... for now 

The animation of that show that’s being played for American Hero Story is so damn good.  

Damn this dude really played himself... his wife suggested that he shouldn’t drive...

I’m sorry but once again I don’t think that scene was necessary but then again ig something needed to be put there for that transition my dudes. (kinda fucked up that they had to do it the closet tho DEAD)

“Is this ANGELA ABAR?... Is your father MARCUS ABAR? Big Oak Tree out on Rollin’ Hill somethin’ you need to see there. I know who you are so don’t wear no goddamn mask.” - WHEELCHAIR MAN

That’s probably the coolest fucking headboard to ever be created.

Wow did he really hang that fucking man??

WHEELCHAIR MAN is the boy that survived the TULSA MASSACRE

A good way to end the first episode with the ICONIC blood splatter.

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All the episodes within the series are at least an hour-long so it’s good to binge it. Once again it’s really an amazing series and since the majority of the American population is under quarantine you might as well spend your time watching a show that has an outstanding production value. 

[romvnova]

Becoming The Raptor Wrangler: Chapter Four

“Holy shit.” The explicit word tumbles carelessly from Owen’s lips as he swipes his hotel keycard, the door unlocks and he pushes it open. The room’s luxurious and huge. Not one room but three joined rooms not including the monstrosity of a bathroom. He takes a moment to poke around, fingers skimming over the real Italian marble bathroom countertop. The mirror has a small wifi signal glowing blue in the left hand corner and an idle power button and his eyebrow rises.

Owen immediately feels highly uncomfortable knowing that this is where Mr. Misrani’d put him up: a fancy ass hotel room that was evidently made for a serious VIP. A room, mind, that Owen likely couldn’t even afford for an hour. And they were giving it to him during his stay on Isla Nublar: which was indefinitely …or for as long as the park still drew revenue and stayed open, at any rate.

He tosses his duffel bag on the bed, yanked the zipper open and pawed through it until he found a cream colored henley shirt. He pulled his sweaty shirt over his head, balling it in his hands, glimpsing around for a hamper to toss it into, before remembering the walk-in closet. He disappears into it, dropping the balled up shirt into the lined basket before stepping out.

“Jesus christ.” He snarls, hand shooting out to grasp the closet’s doorframe to steady himself as his heart pounds all the way up into his throat. Still trying to come down from the anxiety attack he’d gotten on the Main Street of being around so many goddamn people put him on edge. An already too-familiar red head standing by his bed in his hotel room with no warning damn near sent the war veteran into a second episode. “Don’t you knock?”

She turns around, startled — and that in particular was rather comical to Owen — as if she didn’t expect him to be there. Her eyes widen and she tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, sheepishly, knowing she’s been caught. Her cheeks flush a bright red to rival her hair as her eyes linger, perhaps a bit longer than she’d have liked, on his bare chest.

“I —,” Claire takes a deep breath, squaring her dainty shoulders as she strolls nearer. “I did knock. You didn’t answer so I thought…” but she trailed off with no obvious intention of fully explaining herself.

“You’d just let yourself into my hotel room?” He finishes for her, giving a mocking nod. “Y’know if you wanted to be alone with me in my room all you had to do was ask.” He teases her with a cocky, lopsided grin, brushing past her. She makes a cute indignant noise in the back of her throat from behind him that causes a chuckle to rise in Owen’s own. It was inappropriate and he’d likely just broken five different fraternization rules right then and there but god, he can’t help himself. There was something about Claire Dearing that makes him want to banter with her.

Perhaps it was the fact that he suspects she can not only handle it but return what he gives her tenfold.

“I wasn’t…” She inhales deeply and lets it out in a heavy sigh. “We’re on a tight time schedule, Mr. Grady.”

“Owen.” He corrects her automatically as he pulls his cream-colored henley shirt on and zips his duffel bag back up, turning to face her once more. “That’s fine.” He replies and holds his hand out to her. “First, give me that key card you used to get in here.”

She glares at him and procures a small, white keycard from her pocket and places it in his hand. His fingers curl around it in his palm and he smiles at her, causing her nostrils to flare as he moves around his bed to place it in the nightstand, making a show of closing the drawer.

“Please Mr. Grady. I was going to return it to the front desk when we left. Don’t insult me.” She rolls her eyes and scoffs, making it very clear that any idea of ‘them’ and ‘hooking up’ positively disgusted her.

Well good, Owen thinks in an internal huff.

“Word of advice, Miss Dearing?” He words it to sound like a rhetorical question because he’s going to give it to her anyway, whether she wants to hear it or not. “Don’t ever sneak up on me again. It’s disrespectful, I don’t appreciate it, and you could cause me to go into an PTSD episode.” It wasn’t meant to be a threat; just a warning, but he feels incredibly disrespected by her for just letting herself into his hotel room regardless of whether she knocked or not, her subtle insult of him didn’t help to soften the wound either. To be fair, he’d been as cruel as her but damnit if he didn’t feel justified in it.

“Now, I believe we’re on a tight time schedule?” He encourages her to lead the way with an errant gesture of his hand to the hotel room door. To Owen’s surprise Claire doesn’t lead him back out the front where all the guests flock like herds of sheep. Instead, she takes him out the back entrance for hotel staff.

“I’ll have your keycards set to unlock these doors so you can avoid Main Street.” She tells him distractedly over her shoulder as she types on her tablet, clutched once more in her grasp.

He’s begrudgingly grateful, and he wonders whether she’d been more observant to his panic attack on the Main Street than he’d originally assumed.

Which caused Owen to immediately reassess and analyze the scene in his hotel room. He thought Claire was being impatient. Barging into his room because they were on a tight time schedule as she didn’t hesitate to remind him the first chance she got …but what if he’d misinterpreted the whole thing?

What if, assuming she was more observant than he’d given her credit for, she’d been checking up on him. Not because of the schedule but because she’d seen his episode he thought he’d been slick in hiding?

“I’m sorry I startled you, Mr. Grady.”

“Owen.” Her cheeks flush a lovely shade of red as she catches his gaze from the other side of the black and blue Jeep they were going to be taking. Owen watches as she fusses with her hair as he climbs in the passenger side. It doesn’t completely hide her face but he suspects it helps to keep him out of her peripheral vision.

Owen grabs the roll cage bar over his head as she peels out down the dirt road. The Jeep’s suspension is built for the uneven terrain but speed isn’t graceful on the dips and bumps and it jars his teeth together.

“This is the raptor paddock and cage.” She says as she puts the Jeep in park in front of the giant metal construct. Construction workers are hard at work on it, welding and fusing it together in places.

“Is it safe?” He points to the catwalk as he hops out of the Jeep.

“Yes.” Claire replies and he wastes no time jogging up the stairs, taking them three at a time. He steps on the metal catwalk, fingers running over the railing as he looks below him at the ‘cage’. It’s an open  space and in the far corner is the entrance into their massive paddock. It stretches far enough to allow the raptors to roam and run without feeling claustrophobic. Plenty of forest, a massive watering hole, and plains.

He looks over his shoulder as he hears the sound of Claire’s heels on the catwalk.

“I wouldn’t…—” He started, ready to grab her if it looked like she was in danger of losing her balance…or breaking an ankle. Once again, Claire Dearing navigated the metal grate of the catwalk in a manner that would, Owen doesn’t doubt, give a runway model a serious run for her money. She gives a soft clear of her throat and smiles at him, a bit smug a bit charming as he lean his hip casually against the short catwalk railing.

“We’re going to have four ACU guards stationed at each corner of the cage,” She points to the spots on the wrap around catwalk. “Armed with non-lethals, of course, as per our safety regulations.”

“You put twelve amps in those raptors, it’ll destroy their trust in me in an instant.” Owen tells her.

“So …what? You’d rather risk being killed?” Claire questions him.

“I’d rather ACU not interfere with my work.” He tells her, taking a step closer to her.

“It’s company protocol. There has to be at least four ACU guards per carnivore paddock while the trainers and handlers are working with them.” Claire tells him simply, her tone implying that he’s not going to negotiate it with her.

“Fine,” Owen agrees watching as Claire’s shoulders sag a little with relief. “But while they’re stationed in my paddock, with my raptors, they’ll listen to me. If I tell them to hold fire, they better damn well hold their fire.”

Claire blinks up at him, clearly deliberating the terms he gives her. “I can manage that.” She eventually murmurs in compromise.

“Good.” Owen says before he turns away from her and walks the rest of the catwalk, eventually following her down the stairs and back to the Jeep.

“Owen Grady, this is Dr. Henry Wu.” Claire introduces them as the elevator doors open to the incubation lab. It’s sterile and white and reminds Owen of a military medical facility. Out of all the scientists there, Dr. Wu is the only one wearing a bespoke black suit.

Owen shakes the doctor’s hand.

“Dr. Wu, this is Owen Grady. He’ll be spearheading Project IBRIS.” Claire says as he leads the way down the corridor of glass walls and doors. As they move past, Owen glimpses around him with muted fascination. He’d never been one for science, but there’s something methodical about watching them work: extracting DNA from amber samples. Playing with double helix’s suspended on touch screens in their areas, mixing genomes.

“What’s the survival rate of the hatchlings?” Owen asks as Dr. Wu leads them down a secondary hallway and presses his hand against the reader to unlock the door with a soft hiss. Claire takes a step to the side to allow Owen to pass before her, as he comes to stand before the two large nests, each nest holding six velociraptor eggs.

“The typical rate is two per nest, but it’s a bit of a lottery, Mr. Grady. Sometimes it’s two, sometimes it’s one …sometimes it’s none at all and the process starts all over.” Owen feels his brows furrow at the utter lack of emotion in Dr. Wu’s voice as he says it. Owen isn’t sure if the man is just apathetic or if, after years of dealing with failed incubations he’s just grown …desensitized.

Owen frowns but leans closer to examine the next that Dr. Wu hovers around, hand pressing against a draw diagram with neat scribbling written on it. He looks down at in surprise.

“What’s this?”

“Ah, each raptor hatching has mixed DNA with a different reptile to give them all a unique appearance. I thought it would be easier for you to tell them apart that way.” Dr. Wu makes it sound like it’s an generously altruistic act but Owen can’t help but feel insulted.

“How incredibly kind of you.” Owen deadpans sarcastically, letting out a low grunt of pain as he feels Claire step on his toes in a clear warning.

“Sorry, Mr. Grady.” She murmurs in an apology that sounds sincere but he knows damn well isn’t. She puts on a good show for Dr. Wu.

If Dr. Wu noticed the silent battle of stares happening between Claire and Owen he pays no attention to it, or rather draws no attention to it. Instead, he lets the band of his black rubber gloves snap against his wrists as he puts them on and points to four eggs in the oldest nest.

“As you can see these eggs have stress fractures along the egg shell. I estimate they’ll hatch within the next couple of days or so, but I’ve taken the liberty of syncing this tablet,” Dr. Wu gestures to it and Claire grabs it off the table for him and hands it out to Owen. “to these monitors. I want you here from sun rise to sun fall watching them, but the tablet’s alarm is set to go off if they begin to show increased signs of activity. Your employee ID card will get you into the lab’s elevator and into this room exclusively.”

“Alright.” Owen agrees. He knows the importance of being here when they hatch, of imprinting upon them the moment they’re born. It’ll jumpstart and further help to cement the bond he’ll work to create with them.

“Well,” Owen pulls up an office chair and lowers himself down into it. “Best get started.” He says dismissively.

Dr. Wu takes his exit then, not needing to be told twice until it’s just Claire and Owen. She procures a sleek, white phone from her pocket and holds it out to him. Gingerly, Owen takes it. Like everything in this lab it looks highly breakable.

“Company work phone. It’s pre-programmed with everyone’s numbers. ACU, Dr. Wu, the park rangers are all on your speed dial.” Owen thanks her, watching her as she hesitates for a moment before she glimpses back over her shoulder and exits the lab room, heading back the way they’d came. Owen rubs his eyes and stretches in the chair before he turns his gaze to the two nests, his eyes drawn to an egg in the second nest. It’s a bit bigger than the others: not noticeable upon first glance and it’s shell is almost a matte pearlescent color with tiny, iridescent blue vein-like marks, easily missed if one wasn’t studying the egg as intensely as Owen finds himself. He stretches out a finger to touch the egg, the rough texture of the shell warm beneath his fingertips. He follows an iridescent blue vein’s path along the egg with a gentle trace of his fingertip and recoils his hand and drawing in a sharp breath when he feels the egg thrum like a heartbeat. Owen’s brows furrow before he decides he better not touch them again, lest Dr. Wu catches him.

He looks like the kind of man who’d love nothing wrong to read him the riot act and given that Owen’s fairly sure Claire’s already given herself that power he doesn’t want the two of them to gang up on him. He settles back in the chair, watching the monitors and comparing them, making sense of the scientific mumbo-jumbo enough to have a grasp on what he’s looking at and what he’s looking for.

[winecatsandpizza]

Accidental Extras

Title: Accidental Extras

Pairings: Misha x OFC Lilly, Jensen x OFC Nicole.

Tags: RPF, acting, slow burn

A/N: This is my first ever fanfic. Ever.  I figure my first fanfic might as well be a Supernatural one.

Background: This fic is loosely based off of myself and my friend, @jessyackles   Lilly and Nicole go on vacation and while they are there on vacation, they sign up to be extras in a T.V. show and the fun develops from there.  This is set somewhere in season 4-6.

Chapter 1

Lilly was one of those women that you'd see anywhere.  She was not excessively attractive to most people.  She was average in height and overweight.  She had a mediocre job and blended in pretty much everywhere she went.  Sure, there were people that preferred curvier redheads with pale skin, freckles, and green eyes in their twenties; however, those were usually hard to find.  Lilly was content with her life.  She had a few close friends and not too much to stress over.

One of Lilly's best friends was Nicole.  Nicole was outgoing and passionate about the things she enjoyed.  One of her favorite things was the show Supernatural.  Lilly had never seen the show before she introduced her to it.   Nicole had seen every episode at least three times, that she would admit.  Lilly was nowhere near seeing all the episodes, but she was making progress slowly but surely.

Both women had accumulated a nice amount of vacation time and had decided to take a vacation together.  Neither of them had ever been to Canada before and they already had their passports, so it was decided to head north from their midwestern home.  Lilly was looking forward to taking some much-needed R&R and doing some sightseeing.  Nicole, however, had a completely different plan for them.

Their flight had gone smoothly, and they arrived at Vancouver International Airport excited to start their vacation.  They reached their hotel, the Westin Grand, Vancouver.  Lilly jumped and landed on the bed face down, spread eagle.  Nicole laughed and did the same.  "I can not wait to check out that pool tomorrow and drink fruity drinks in fancy glasses and tiny little umbrellas," Lilly explained to Nicole.  

"Well, about that…" Nicole trailed off.

"What? Oh my god, please don't tell me that you signed us up for some hike at 8 in the morning.  I know you love a fucking activity, but this is supposed to be a vacation, Nic."

"I most certainly did not sign us up for a hike.  Gross. I did, however, possibly sign us up to be extras in a T.V. show!"

Lilly's mouth dropped open in shock.  "What? Why did you do this to me?  You know I can't handle those 10 pounds that cameras add.  This is going to be so embarrassing."  Lilly sighed and rubbed her temples with her hands.  "Fine.  What show are we going to be on, anyway?" she asked Nicole.

"Well, about that…" Nicole trailed off again.  

"For fuck's sake, Nicole.  Just please tell me that if you signed us up for a porno that we're at least getting paid really, really well."

Nicole laughed so hard she fell over on the bed.  Once she regained her composure and could breathe again, she looked at Lilly and said, "No.  It is nothing like that.  I just don't quite know what show we're going to be on.  They were super vague and secretive.  They did state that there was no nudity, though.  I'm sorry I crushed your dreams of being an amateur Canadian porn star."

Lilly giggled as Nicole nudged her with her elbow.   "We might want to unpack and get ready to head to bed.  We do have to make our debut on screen tomorrow, after all."

The girls woke up at in the morning refreshed and excited about the day ahead of them. They both freshened up a little bit and headed downstairs to their hotel for breakfast filled the mouth-watering bacon, succulent fruit, and fresh made bread and pastries.

After they finished their breakfast, they headed back to their room to begin getting ready for the day.  Lilly decided to curl her hair into loose, wavy curls while Nicole straightened her long, raven hair.  Lilly put on a pair of dark wash straight legged jeans, a flattering white, V neck t-shirt, black flats, and a faux leather jacket.  She stepped back into the main room where Nicole was sitting on the couch waiting for her.  "Wow, you're really making me feel underdressed for this, Nic," Lilly told her.  Nicole was wearing a red, knee length, spaghetti strap dress that perfectly accentuated her ample cleavage.   She was wearing a gold bangle bracelet on her wrist, a few thin, gold necklaces, and gold-toed flats.  Nicole blushed slightly as a sly grin slowly crept onto her face.  "Don't sell yourself short there, hotshot.  If you dress more like this back home, you might get more action."

Lilly and Nicole grabbed their purses and made their way to the lobby.  They hailed a cab to the studio.  Their drive through Vancouver was beautiful and they arrived soon enough.   They got out of the cab and walked up to the building.  

The building was large and vague. They were both confused and sure that they did not have the right address.  There were no signs and the overall building looked unwelcoming.  Nicole started to walk towards the door.  She felt Lilly's eyes on her and she knew what she was thinking.  "Look, Lilly, we signed up for this.  We might as well go and check it out.  If all else fails, maybe you will be that amateur actress you were dreaming of," Nicole smirked at her.  Lilly sighed silently and walked with Nicole to the door.  Before they had a chance to knock, a man opened the door looking frantic.  

"You two, get in here already," he ordered, obviously annoyed.  "You two are the extras, right?"  The girls nodded, silently.  "Right.  I'm Robert, the casting director.  Long story short, the two actresses we hired are nowhere to be found and we have to spots we need to fill.  Y'all got any experience in this?"

"Um, yeah. Totally.  We were both active in drama class when we were in school and we performed all the time.  Lilly here was even in a few local commercials," Nicole retorted.  She gained confidence as she spoke.  She was naturally charismatic and always sure of herself, which Lilly always admired.

"Okay. Good.  My assistant, Annalese, is going to handle this from here. Good luck," Robert informed them and started to walk away before he turned around and warned them, "Oh, and do not screw this up."

"Hi, I'm Annalese.  Don't worry about him.  He's always like that," she told them with a warm smile.

"So, what show are we going to be in, anyway?" Nicole asked.  

"Oh, yeah, it's this show called Supernatural," Annalese responded.

"Supernatural?!" Nicole and Lilly almost yelled in unison.  

"Ah, so I guess you've heard of it?  That is one reason why we kept the description for the extras vague.  Alright, let's get you both over to costume and makeup to see if they want to do anything different with you two.  Trisha! I have two of the extras for you for costume and makeup!" She yelled as he walked off.  Lilly and Nicole turned to each other and stared at each other, mouths agape, still in shock.  

"Nicole, I take back everything I said before. Thank you so much." Lilly said, almost in a whisper.  "This is going to be amazing"

They were lead to the costume and makeup area where they met Trisha.  "You two are making my job really easy.  If I can be frank, you two already look stunning and almost exactly what we envisioned for these characters.  Alright, Lilly, is it?"

Lilly nodded.

"Awesome.  We're going to keep the pants and the jacket.  Let's get you into these heels and this top."  The high heels were a beautiful emerald green and sexy.  The top was the same color, but silky and low cut.  They brought out her eyes and made them shine like emeralds under the bright sun.

"Okay, Nicole.  Your dress is perfect, but we are going to have you wear these gold heels.  We like heels here, can you tell?" Andrea laughed to herself.  The pair got changed into their respective outfits.  

"We look damn good, Lilly," Nicole said to Lilly with a smile.

A moment later, the director from before was back and handed Lilly and Nicole each a script.  

"Okay, so read over this real quick so that you get the gist of what we're trying to do with this scene.  You don't have to memorize it word for word because we do okay with making some stuff up as you go.  You two are on set in 10 minutes," he told them and then like magic he was gone.  The two read over the scripts as fast as they could until they heard a familiar voice.

"Ah, I think we have our fresh meat over here, Misha," Jensen joked.  The two men were miraculously more attractive in person.  And taller-so much taller in person. The two men were standing in front of them, smiling.  

"Hi, I'm Nicole, and this is my friend, Lilly,"  Nicole smiled warmly and extended her hand for a handshake.

"It is nice to meet both of you and we hope you have fun filming with us.  Oh, and Lilly, you don't have to be so nervous.  We don't bite...too hard," Misha said to them with a wink.  Nicole felt herself blush and start to bite her lower lip instinctively before she forced herself to stop.

"Thank you both.  I-" Lilly was interrupted by a loud voice yelling out, "Everyone on set!"

The group headed to the set.  Their scene was set in a bar.  Lilly and Nicole positioned themselves at the bar, per their script.  

"Action!"

Jared, Misha, and Jensen walked into the bar in their respective character- Sam, Cas, and Dean.  "Yeah, we have to come up with a plan to kill the demon, but ya know what?  Until then, Imma sit my ass down, have myself a drink, and try to have some fun," Dean said with a smirk.

"Okay, Dean.  I think those two women at the bar might be able to assist in what you find 'fun'," Cas responded with a slow turn to Nicole and Lilly.

Lilly and Nicole laughed with each other.  "Bartender, four more tequila shots, please?" Lilly asked with a sultry smile.  Once the shots were handed to them, she sat one down and positioned the other between Nicole's breasts.  She playfully pulled Nicole's hair to expose the left side of her neck.  She licked a spot with her tongue and pour some salt on her neck, and positioned a lime in her mouth.  Lilly slowly licked the salt off of Nicole's neck. Lilly then put her face into Nicole's cleavage, retrieving the tequila shot with her mouth and slung her head back, drinking it down and finished by getting the lime out of Nicole's awaiting, full lips.

"Damn!" Dean said sucking in a breath.  "You know what? Cas, I think you should go see what they're up to.  See about getting a body shot," Dean said with a wink.  "Go get 'em, slugger."

"I don't play baseball, Dean," Cas said with a confused look before he walked up to Lilly and Nicole.

"Hello.  I'm Cas.  I was wondering what you were doing," Cas said to them.

"We're just doing some body shots, Cas. I'm Lilly and this is my girlfriend, Nicole," she said to him with a warm, smile.

"What is a body shot?"  He asked confused.

"Here, let me show you," Lilly said with a wicked smile.  She sat Cas down on a barstool. She grabbed a tequila shot from the bar and placed it between Cas' muscular legs right in his groin.  She gently moved his head to the side and licked his neck before she added some salt.  She placed her hand on his chin and instructed, "Open, please."  Cas opened his mouth willingly, but obviously confused.  Lilly looked at Cas with desire in her eyes.

She felt the tension between her thighs as she slid her tongue across his neck. She leaned down between his legs and grabbed the shot glass with her mouth, wishing for the hard item in her mouth to be something else entirely. She threw her head back causing her hair to follow.  She grabbed the shot glass and handed it back to Nicole who sat it on the bar.  Finally, she leaned into him and to retrieve the lime from his mouth.  After a moment of drinking in what she just did, she told him, "That is one version of a body shot.  If you're feeling frisky, you can take one off of Nicole," Lilly said to them both mischievously.  

"Sure," Cas said, standing up.

Lilly set up Nicole as she had done before.  Cas tenderly licked the salt off of Nicole's neck.  Lilly could see the goosebumps forming on Nicole's arms.  Cas slowly put his head between Nicole's breasts to get the shot before he drank it.  He placed his hand on Nicole's face and moved to her lips to get the lime.  

"Either you knew that would happen, or you're disappointed that it went so well for him, Dean," Sam said to Dean with a laugh.

"Shut up, Sam," Dean said, obviously annoyed as he slammed back the rest of his whiskey. "Cas, let's go!" Dean yelled over to him.  

"Thank you," Cas said to them, earnestly as he walked towards Dean and Sam heading towards the door.

"Anytime," Lilly responded with a wink.

"Cut!" The director yelled out.  "That was great everyone.  Get ready for the next scene in 10!"

"Holy shit, Nic.  Is this really happening?" Lilly asked Nicole in a whisper.  

"You bet your hot ass it is.  You can sing my praises later," Nicole responded with a wink.

"You two are doing great.  Keep up the great work," the director said to them with a smile.

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The Perfect Wife

 “Thomas your uncle isn’t a psychopath,” Tom’s mother replied, pushing him aside to grab her suitcase.

   “Why can’t I just stay home alone?” Thomas whined, his mother giving him an evil glare.

   “We’ve already discussed this too many times Tom.”

   “Please mom, I promise I’ll behave myself!”

   “No way! We’re not getting into this again, especially after what happened last time!”

   “The party was a one time thing! Come on mom!”

   “No Thomas, that’s enough. Now come on it time to get going.”

   “Ugh.”

   Thomas was being forced to stay with his Uncle Sherman for the weekend while his parents went away to celebrate their anniversary on a cruise line somewhere along the east coast. Sherman was the closest relative, living only an hour away from Thomas’s house. Due to Tom’s many episodes in the past, his mother was forcing him to stay with his uncle to ensure nothing would happen to their house while away.

   They rode off at around noon-time. Thomas doze off staring out the car window; he really didn’t want to stay with his uncle. None the less, they arrived at Sherman’s house within an hour’s time. Sherman lived alone in a rather large house that could’ve been mistaken as a mansion if it were any bigger. Tom’s parents bid him goodbye, and left him alone in front of the massive house. Thomas slowly made his way up onto the front porch and approached the door which was pieced together using beautiful stained glass. Thomas hesitated to knock, not wanting to possibly damage the glass he instead struck the doorbell. After a minute of waiting no one appeared to be coming to open it. Thomas tried to see into the house, but he could barely make out anything with the windows blurring his perception.

   Tom was about to head off down the road, when the door burst open abruptly, and out stepped a thin, toned, and slick-haired younger man probably in his early 30s.

   “Hey Tommy!” Sherman shouted, making his way down the porch to give Tom an awkward hug. “How have you been doing?”

   “Umm… good?” Tom hesitated to reply.

   “Good to hear! Sorry about taking so long to get down, I was in the bathroom finishing up cleaning. This huge house gets pretty dusty from time to time.”

   “Yeah.”

   “Well anyways I guess I’ll go ahead and show you around!”

   Sherman lead Tom upstairs to the guest room where he would be sleeping, and lead him around the house to show him where things were. Sherman seemed to take pride in showing off his house to Tom who despised the fact he was there at all. After finishing their tour, Sherman lead Tom downstairs to the kitchen.

   “Feel free to help yourself to anything you want kiddo!” Sherman exclaimed, opening the cabinets to reveal a cornucopia of boxes, bags, and jars of snacks, pastries, and whatever else you could’ve imagined. “Sorry that I can’t have anyone prepare you anything. Sadly, my maid Reese has had to go take care of some family affairs, and won’t be back for a while.”

   “Are you the only one taking care of the house then?” Tom replied, trying to stay invested in the conversation.”

   “Yes, but it’s a pain considering I have to attend to work for most of the day. I’ve been trying to find a replacement, but no one has turned up for the ad, and I was considering paying a decent amount as well.”

   “How much?”

   “Probably around $25 an hour.”

   Thomas’s eyes widened, $25 per hour?! That was a steal, especially considering all you had to do was dust up the house since no one else was around to make any sort of mess.

   “Hey,” Thomas perked up, “Perhaps I can help you out.”

   “Really Tommy my boy!” Sherman eyes glistened.

   “Yeah, what the heck. Might as well make some money while I’m here.”

   “Haha! This is great! Thanks a ton Tommy!”

   Sherman grasped Thomas by his hand, and frantically shook it.

   “You’re a life saver my boy!” Sherman said, leading Tom out into the parlor. “Ok, so all you have to do is go around and do the usual chores such as doing the laundry, cleaning dishes, sweeping, and you get the idea. Feel free to take your time. All I ask is that you get it done by the end of the day. You can go ahead and use Reese’s cleaning supplies which can be found upstairs in her room, in her closet.”

   “Sounds good,” Tom said.

   “Great! Ok, I need to run off to a meeting, so I’ll be back a little bit later. Feel free to make yourself at home! And help yourself to anything you like! Thanks again!”

   Sherman slammed the door shut behind him. The slamming echoed throughout the house, which enhanced the feeling of its largeness and emptiness. Tom gazed around, and figured he’d get started cleaning considering he didn’t have much else to do. He went upstairs into Reese’s room and found what appeared to be her closet. He tried to open it, but the door wouldn’t budge. Thomas yanked on it hard a few good times, and it eventually popped open with a ton of cleaning supplies falling over on top of him.

   After bringing himself back up off the floor, Thomas began to dig through the pile of supplies. He pulled out some yellow rubber gloves, a pink wash cloth, some hair bands, some high heel boots, a lacy black bra, some panties, incredibly short shorts, and a checkered crop top. It looked like Reese had mixed up her clothes with the supplies. Tom went back into the pile one more time, and pulled out some more cleaning supplies as well as something else. He held up a glass flask in his hand that appeared to still be halfway full of liquor. Thomas was tempted by this, he had never gotten a chance to taste any sort of alcohol before. Then he remembered his Uncle’s words that echoed inside his head: “And help yourself to anything you like!” Thomas got a devious grin on his face. Well his Uncle did say he could help himself to whatever he liked.

   Thomas popped the cork off the top of the flask, and gurgled down a few sips of the liquor. It was incredibly strong tasting, and stung Tom’s throat a little before he got used to it. It was sweet yet tangy, and held a heavy aftertaste of that sweetness. Tom fell in love with the liquor and continued to guzzle down more and more non-stop. Tom bumped the flask on the bottom a couple of times to get those few last drops before he rested the bottle of the floor. He could feel himself growing dizzy as his vision began to blur in and out. Tom could hear himself giggling, as he stood up and stumbled across the floor picking up the yellow gloves and pink cloth. He stumbled out into the hallway, and made his downstairs into the kitchen. Upon reaching the kitchen Tom stopped in his tracks and bent over as vomit burst out of his mouth all over the floor.

   “Whoopsy daisy,” Tom mumbled to himself, as he walked over to the sink to soak the wash cloth.

   He struggled to hold himself up while dampening the cloth, and ended up falling into the sink getting his shirt completely soaked. Tom turned off the water, and yanked off his shirt. Now what was he going to do? Tom figured he’d just suck it up and clean the puke off the floor as he was. He could take a shower afterwards anyways.

   Thomas flopped over onto the floor awkwardly positioning himself on his arms and legs. He took the cloth and slowly began to wipe back and forth trying to clean as much of the puke as he could.

   As Thomas did this he couldn’t help but feel his weight beginning to shift, or at least he thought it was. He shook it off a moment later though, it was probably just from the liquor. However, this was not the case as Tom hadn’t noticed he’d shrunk down a foot in size. His arms and legs were beginning to shorten as well, and was followed by the shrinkage of his hands and feet. Being too drunk to notice though, Thomas just continued to wipe away at the floor.

   You would think that he would’ve picked up on the changes as his hair grew out flowing down to his shoulders, but even this didn’t catch Tom’s attention. He appeared to be in somewhat of a trance as he cleaned the floor. Changes continued to manifest all over Tom’s body as he continued to wipe down the floor. Soft snaps and cracks popped off up and down Tom’s body starting with his face. Tom squinted trying to ignore the pain, once again he convinced himself it was just the alcohol tricking him. However, this was evidently not the case, as many of his facial features had shrunk down. With a cute nose, plump tender lips, a smooth jawline, rosy cheeks, and two beautiful round eyes, Tom had the face of a beautiful trophy wife that gave off a gaze shouting “bimbo”!

   Not only did his face completely alter, but his long hair had appeared to magically lift itself up, tying itself into a big gold bow. This was the least of Tom’s worries, while he was still trapped in his cleaning trance. His body’s entire framework had begun to drastically shift as well. Tom’s body wiggled back and forth as major snaps went off like a firecracker. His shoulders rounded off with his back-snapping inwards forcing him to awkwardly push his butt out into the air. Tom’s stomach snapped inwards as well, as his entire body fluctuated. All his muscle seemed to magically vanish from his body while new fat pushed Tom’s upper chest and hips out giving him a slender figure eight figure. His pants and boxers were barely hanging on as he swung his hips back and forth as he continued to clean.

   Once again Tom’s body shrunk even more, but instead it was only his torso that shrunk down. His legs on the other hand had stretched out a few more inches making them incredibly long and thin. Tom’s pants and boxes fell around his knees, now leaving himself exposed on the kitchen floor.

   What was next? Well that irritating body hair had to go, and so it did. All of it appeared to evaporate from Tom’s body without any rhyme or reason. Even tom’s stubble had vanished as well leaving him with beautifully smooth skin. Not only this, but it began to glow as it turned from a pale tone to a vibrant peachy tone.

   “What the fuck?” Tom yelled, finally snapping out of his trance.

               He immediately stopped wiping the floor, and stood up straight with his dick flopping back and forth. He looked down at his horrendously misshapen body, and began to panic. He had no idea what had happened, and what to do. It was too late at this point for him to do anything though. As he continued to scream in hysteria his voice only began to grow higher and higher in pitch until he was left a sweet and tender southern accent.

               “What in tarnation? Tom spoke, grasping his neck. “What in the hay is going on here?”

               Tom wrapped his delicate hands around his smooth waist, as he felt something begin to stir up in his thighs and hips.

               “Oh, sweet mama…” Tom cooed, as he felt his thighs begin to push out.

               Tom’s thighs swelled up like water balloons, as they jiggled outward. This only continued up to Tom’s hips pushed out even further, Tom quickly grasped his bottom as he felt it bubble out. It was soft as a pillow. Tom’s attention was quickly brought back up to his chest as he realized his nipples were enlarging. He poked one with his little slender fingers and shuddered at how sensitive they were.

               Tom immediately grabbed his chest a moment later when he felt it begin to push out. He tried to hold it back, but the pressure built up too much for him to hold back. Two breasts shot out of his chest, causing Tom to fall backwards onto his bottom. Tom’s eyes widened feeling the final change begin to occur.

               He watched himself in disbelief as his manhood began to slowly shrivel up and curl into his body. For a moment his groin was bare, but she shrieked a moment later when she felt her inwards begin to move around forcing her to stretch her body around as well. Suddenly her groin ripped open forming into a moist pussy that oozed with sexual juices.

               Tom breathed heavily in and out for a few minutes before she could come to terms with her new body. She stood up and studied her new figure. She walked over into the bathroom looking up and down her sexy body in awe.

               “Damn, I got some sweet little bunnies, don’t I?” Tom said, squeezing her two little breasts.

               She began to moan as she encircled her nipples with her fingers. Tom snapped out of it though, she needed to find a way to get back to her normal self. She tried to think about what to she could do, and then she remembered the liquor. Tom booked it upstairs into Reese’s room, and grabbed the flask, but there was nothing left in it. She panicked, and began to dig through the large pile of cleaning supplies to find anything she could use, but all was loss.

               Tom fell onto her knees and sniffled. She didn’t want this, why did this happen? How did this happen? She pondered how she would go on. What would her parents think? What would– SLAM! The front door came flying open. Tom nearly shrieked, but kept her cool. She quickly got up, and scrambled around the room for a place to hide. There weren’t any good hiding spots though.

               “Tommy?” Sherman yelled, from downstairs.

               Tom panicked, there was no way she could let Sherman see her like this. And to top it all off if he found out about the liquor she’d be in deeper trouble. Her parents were incredibly strict about drinking, and even one sip could’ve led to them disowning Tom. She ran around the room, but then spotted something interesting. It was a picture of Reese on the side of the bed with her friends, but looking closer Tom realized she looked exactly like her. That liquor had turned Tom into Reese!

               Tom didn’t know how to coop with this, but she had to think fast as she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Tom then had a brainstorm. She ran over and picked up Reese’s clothes. She slipped on the panties, bra, shorts, crop top, and boots. If she could pretend to be Reese for long enough she could get out of the house, and find some other way to change back on her own to avoid any trouble with her family.

               The door came flying open and Sherman stepped inside staring down Tom.

               “Reese?” Sherman said. “I thought you had to head out to your father’s funeral?”

               “Umm,” Tom stuttered, trying to think, “Well you see… I umm… forgot my… err…”

               “Is there something you aren’t telling me Reese?”

               “Umm… ugh… fine. I just wanted to… come back home… it was too much for me?”

               “Reese, are you feeling ok?”

               “Well umm…. wait, yeah I’m not feeling well… that’s why I came home!”

               “I see, well I assume you’ll be heading home soon?”

               “Yes, I need to be on my way. So, I’ll just be going.”

               Tom sped across the room about to make her way out into the hallway when Sherman replied.

               “Wait, how about you just stay here!” Sherman exclaimed. “I mean I really wouldn’t want you to be alone while your father just passed away. You should really stay Reese. Besides I believe it’s been a while since we last enjoyed each other’s company.”

               “Umm… well I really need to go,” Tom stuttered, but Sherman grabbed her and dragged her back into the room.

               “No, I won’t let you Reese! I insist you stay here with me tonight. I can’t help but feel awful leaving you alone at a time like this. It’s too awful to think about you being alone.”

               “Please no.”

               Sherman had clearly already made up his mind as he decided he would make soup for the both as he left the room and made his way down to the kitchen. Tom needed to get out of there and fast. She ran for the door, but was stopped by it slamming her in the face as Sherman came back in knocking Tom onto the floor.

               “Oh dear!” Sherman said, dropping a blanket rushing to help Tom onto Reese’s bed. “You really must sit down Reese.”

               “No…” Tom muttered, but she was too weak to move.

               “There, there Reese,” Sherman said, patting Tom on the head with her body propped up against his while sitting on the bed. “It’s been a while since we last got to sit down together alone and just talk.”

               “Ugh… I just…”

               “No, please Reese rest your head.”

               “Mmm…”

               Tom let her hand down trying to hold herself up, but it fell right on Sherman’s crotch where she could feel Sherman’s dick. Not realizing what it was she squeezed it softly. Tom could feel blood rush to her head as she grew drowsy due to the door hitting her. It was almost like she was getting drunk again. She could hear muttering, but couldn’t make out what Sherman was saying. She muttered herself without thinking about what she was saying. Suddenly she felt herself fall over onto the bed.

               Tom looked up to see Sherman stripping himself of his clothing revealing his rather tight and muscly body. She tried to move, but to no avail. Besides Sherman looked kind of sexy. Tom’s mind grew ever woozier until she was unable to think at all. All she saw was a sexy man in front of her. She rubbed her head sitting up where Sherman grasped her crop top and unbuttoned it to reveal her lacy bra which nicely cupped her little breasts.

               “Love me Reese!” Sherman exclaimed.

               “Mmm… Yes!” Tom replied, completely out of it.

               Tom undid her bra to reveal her breasts, as Sherman lunged at her. Both brought their lips together beginning to make-out passionately on the bed. Tom could feel herself grow wet down below as they smacked their mouths together. Sherman gently stroked Tom’s breasts which only added onto the immense pleasure she was experiencing. She couldn’t hold it in any longer as she felt a burst of juices flood into her panties. Sherman picked up on this yanking down Tom’s shorts and panties to reveal her juicy sticky pussy which was wide open ready to be taken advantage of.

               “Fill me,” Tom mumbled, in erotic raunchy tone.

               She instinctively grabbed Sherman’s cock which she brought down to her pussy, and gave Sherman a wink. Sherman took pride in ramming his cock up into Tom, as Tom began to shriek of pleasure. Each time Sherman pumped his cock inside Tom, Tom felt an explosion of pleasure shock her entire body as she let out a long moan.

               Sweat and cum flew around the couple as they continued to make passionate love throughout the night, until they both eventually passed out. Tom woke up fearing Sherman move around her in the morning.

               “Rise and shine, sleeping beauty,” Sherman teased, caressing Tom’s slit.

               Tom couldn’t recall where she was and who she was, all she could remember is that she loved Sherman, and… oh yeah! She was his beloved trophy wife Reese!

               “Hey baby,” Reese said, pulling Sherman down for a long-wet kiss. “Mmm… you’re too good to me baby.”

               “Well you’re all worth it doll.”

               “How about you take a shower, and I’ll go get you some breakfast once I’m finished cleaning up in here big boy.”

               “Sounds good my little bunny-boo.”

               Sherman left the room leaving Reese alone to herself. She smiled looking down at herself which was covered in loads of cum. She bent over using her flexibility to her advantage as she began to lick cum off from her stomach, and then her thighs.

               Reese had quite a bit of cleaning up to do.

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Questions in a World of Blue: TP The Return Parts 1 and 2

It’s been a couple of weeks since the Twin Peaks return’s first few episodes hit the screen, so I guess it’s about time I said something about them. I’m not sure why it’s taken me so long to put my thoughts together, or why, even now, I’m still somewhat reluctant to write. Part of it might be that it returned somewhat explosively, with four hours of material thrown at us all at once. Those four hours involved a lot of balls being thrown into the air, a lot of different and apparently disconnected plots being introduced. In a lot of ways those first four hours really felt like a single, over-long premiere. And if I had to guess, that’s part of why they were all released together.

But if I tried to write about those first four hours in one article, I’m not sure I could. There’s so much going on. Even though so much of it, as per David Lynch’s style, is slow and subtle. And even with only two episodes to write about here, I’m still a bit nervous that it’s going to get long, and I suppose that’s another reason I’ve been putting this off.

But we’re here now. So let’s do this.

1. Let’s start right at the beginning, with the giant speaking to Coop. I’m less concerned about what the giant says, because they’re pretty obvious just clues that will become apparent later, and more concerned about where they are. I missed it on my first viewing, but upon rewatching I realized they’re definitely not in the standard red room of the black lodge, not just because it’s in black and white, but also because the floor is missing the zig zag chiron pattern, and the background doesn’t look like curtains. Mysterious.

2. Everyone seems pretty intent to call out the glass box in the new york skyscraper as being some kind of metaphor for the Twin Peaks viewing audience, and I guess maybe that could have been in Lynch’s mind, but it honestly feels more like people wanting to reach to any kind of symbolic meaning. To me the intent of the box was clear from the moment it arrived -- it’s intended to capture something from the Black Lodge. That there’s a spot here in this apartment, similar to glastonbury grove, where one can gain entrance to the other side. And someone is trying to capture something. Though I am keenly interested in what that creature was that did finally arrive and chew the shit out of those kind young folks who should have been watching the box and not engaging in sexual shenanigans.

3. Wow, there’s a lot of material to cover involving this murder. First, the obvious stuff -- two bodies, with the librarian’s head and an unidentified male body, is pretty abnormal. But there’s more than that. It seems like Bad Coop is responsible for the murder, though he’s framed Principal Hastings so that he can get some information from Hastings’ secretary, Though for some reason he needs his criminal buddy to get that information for him. Specifically, he seems to be looking for some kind of coordinates. And why would Hastings know this? Well that’s anybody’s guess, obviously.

4. There’s also a lot to be thought about in regards to the Black Lodge. There are implications that certain scenes might be taking place at different times in history, with the one armed man’s line “Is it future or is it past?” being an indicator of that (and also a call back to a scene from The Missing Pieces). Of course there’s also Laura taking off her face to reveal she appears to be made of white light, Laura getting viciously evicted from the Lodge after whispering something to Cooper, the curtains of the Lodge rising to reveal an endless chevron floor (and a white horse), and the Lodge floor suddenly shaking and collapsing before evicting Cooper. This is all very weird, but it’s also painting a picture, to me, of a Lodge that may not be as stable as it once was, that may be falling apart in one way or another.

5. This might seem like a weird thing to mention, but I was incredibly distracted by Daria’s toes when she was in the hotel room with Bad Coop, because they were so perfectly pointed, and I couldn’t help but wonder if that was a direction from Lynch because he thought it was sexy, or if Daria was trying to keep Bad Coop relaxed because that was something that Bad Coop thought was sexy, and then questioning whether there was any real difference between those two points.

6. And while we’re in this hotel room with Bad Coop, there’s a whole shitload of mythology type info that gets dropped on us. After murdering Daria, Coop reaches out to who he think is Philip Jeffries, but who, if the conversation is any indicator, may in fact not be. The voice accuses Bad Coop of talking to Garland Briggs, and also tells him, “You are going back in tomorrow and I will deal with Bob again.” This seems to tie in to Bad Coop’s notion that tomorrow he’s supposed to be getting sucked back into the Black Lodge, but who is it on the phone that will be working with Bob again once Bad Coop is gone? Is it Jeffries, or is it someone else? And speaking of Jeffries, that’s a name we hear a little earlier in the scene when Daria is on the phone with the criminal dude who was supposed to get the info from Hastings secretary. Their conversation indicates that someone named Jeffries is involved in the hit they’re supposed to be making on Bad Coop. Could that be Philip Jeffries? Seems unlikely it’d be anyone else. 

There’s lots of little details I’ve missed throughout here, but I feel like this gets to what at least seems to be the biggest elements of the episode, and hits on the most relevant questions. Though part of the beauty of Twin Peaks, particularly this version of it, is that you never really know what questions are going to be relevant, and what questions are going to be red herrings, and, most frustratingly, what questions might never be answered at all. But frustrating or not, I’m very happy to be on this ride again, 25 years later.

[thr3eguess3s]

Things That Would Have Made 2X14 a Lot Better

Okay, so I think we can all agree that 2X14 of Supergirl was a bit shit, to put it lightly; Mon-El was a dick, there were some ridiculous plot-holes and the relationship between the Danvers sisters is getting pushed to the side more and more. 

And so I’m going to point out some little things that they could have done to make the whole thing just a lot less awful!

Number 1

Instead of having Mon-El be an insensitive asshole in the first five minutes of the show, they could have had him, oh, I don’t know, LISTEN TO KARA AND WHAT SHE WAS SAYING! Now, I know that this might be difficult for the writers to understand, but having his Royal Highness march into the DEO and announce that he and Kara are an item is not a good thing; it’s not cute because he’s excited and wants to tell everyone, it’s not sweet that he’s just so happy that he’s finally fucked our beautiful red-caped heroine. What it is is rude, disrespectful and not the sort of thing that should be going on in a relationship. I know that they’re pushing for Kara/Mon-El to be a thing and I could learn to live with that but they should know that, if they are completely insistent on doing that, then they need to actually make us, you know, like the ship and the first step towards doing that is making it actually seem like Kara and Mon-El see each other as equals and respect what the other is saying. Yes, I am just talking about Mon-El here.

He even had the audacity to say that she should consider herself lucky he didn’t organise a parade. Ah yes, how lucky Kara is that he only went against her wishes a little bit as opposed to a lot. Yes. Lucky Kara. You know, I’m pretty sure that this is like some form of abuse like ‘oh, you should be glad I only slapped you when I could have beat you senseless’. Fun.

Number 2

What’s that show? You have a character with x-ray vision who didn’t pick up on Jeremiah’s metal arm despite being around him with her glasses off? Huh, interesting.

You know, this could very easily have been brought up and explained away; Kara could have gone ‘oh wow, Jeremiah, you have a metal arm. Why is that?’ and Jeremiah could have said ‘ah, yes. Unfortunately, I do; Cadmus managed to injure me badly enough that I lost an arm so I had to replace it with this’ and everyone would have been sympathetic and moved on from the issue. How easy would that have been?

Also, may I remind you of J’onn and ‘why can’t I read your mind?’. How is he only noticing this now? I know I’m not telepathic but I’m pretty sure that you’d notice that you couldn’t hear someone’s thoughts, especially when you’re giving them a private tour of the facilities. I mean, I’m presuming you can accidentally pick up on people’s thoughts if you’re a telepath or at least hear it as a sort of background noise or else how would J’onn have known Alex was gay without snooping through her mind? But, hey, what do I know?

I mean, you could still have Mon-El be the suspicious one if you really want because you could explain away the whole ‘no mind reading’ thing by saying Cadmus made him immune to it or something. Plot holes filled in, problem solved! Next!

Number 3

Oh, would you look at that; Mon-El’s being a knob again. What a shock! I definitely did not see that coming! Gosh, how the writers love to surprise us. What will they think of next?

So, yes, we get another scene in which we just sit there and question why on earth Kara puts up with this shit, let alone dates it. An easy fix here would be to just have Mon-El play along nicely when Kara asks him to but still not completely drop his guard. If questioned about why he’s so tense? ‘Well, I’m just nervous about meeting Kara’s father; gotta make a good first impression, am I right?’. Done. Was that really so hard? Did they really need him to disrupt a family dinner with this bullshit?

Now, I know he turned out to be right in the end; it was blatantly obvious that this was the direction the writers were taking this thing from the word ‘go’ but this isn’t about Mon-El being right or wrong, this is about him ignoring Kara yet again because, apparently, he doesn’t understand simple instructions.

Also, if the writers still wanted him to be kicked out of the apartment, why didn’t they have him just pull Kara to the side privately and tell her of his suspicions? I know he tried talking to her and she didn’t believe him but he could still try again if he wanted instead of making a scene. This could still have lead to Kara being angry with him and kicking him out but it would have been a lot less painful to watch and would have had exactly the same outcome.

Number 4

Ah yes, Jeremiah Danvers; the man that we have definitely been searching for for the whole of season. We totally didn’t forget that he exists. Nope, not at all.

But, seriously though, why wasn’t he mentioned in any other episodes? It would not have been hard to do. That is all. 

Number 5

Sister night? What’s that? Can’t say I know, to be honest; it’s been that long since we’ve had one.

And we all know that this episode could definitely have done with a sister-night-ending instead of a couples-ending. Alex and Kara clearly needed to talk some things out with each other at the end of that episode; Alex, my beautiful gay child, needed to apologise to Kara for saying she wasn’t part of the family and Kara needed to say that she knew Alex didn’t mean it and they needed to eat ice-cream and be sad together because they just lost their dad again. Hey, they could even have thrown Eliza in there and had a family night by the TV in Kara’s apartment. Wouldn’t that have been nice?

Than answer to that is ‘yes’

Number 6

Okay, this is going to be the last one because this post is long enough already; why did Kara not just tell Mon-El to fuck right off when he walked into her apartment at the end of the episode? I’m being serious. If anyone I know had been as disrespectful to me as Mon’El is to Kara, they would not be allowed in my house. It’s only been, what? like, two days over the course of the episode? and he’s already gone against her wishes twice. That’s once per day since they’ve been going out on average and that is not a good thing. That’s not how a relationship should work. At all. What should have happened is Kara confronting the walking-knob-who-wants-to-call-himself-a-hero about how much of a dick he is. 

But no! It’s not even mentioned because they’re in love so it’s fine! Fuck communication, am I right? 

Well, that ended up being much longer than I intended and I haven't’ even said everything I could have said. Whoops.