#or he could run over and off Scott in revenge

[mcwhytubers]

i think skizz is gonna kill people no matter what this next session once he hits yellow but I’m really hoping he get boogey and hunts them down

it’ll also be hilarious if he got boogey in the half hour before he turns yellow and instantly kills someone because they think he’s not a threat yet (while also mirroring the two ways he died last session)

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Sweeter Than Revenge Part 2

Fandom: Twisters, Tyler Owens, f!reader, Scott's Sister!reader Summary: Setting your plan in motion, you flaunt your new "relationship" in Scott's face. However, you didn't think through what happens next as you find yourself in the middle of nowhere alone with Tyler. Word Count: 4401 TW: Family Conflict, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Tears, Brief Mention of Reader's Clothes, Reader's Past/Childhood Explained in Detail, Language Notes: A massive thank you to @blue-aconite and @green-socks for reading this over for me and for all the constant support! And to @mayhem24-7forever for always answering my late-night panicked messages

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Later that night at the motel Tyler had given you directions to, you were just finishing applying a fresh coat of lip gloss when you heard the hoard of storm chasers and their groupies pull up outside. 

Showtime.

Stepping back to look at yourself in the mirror, you wondered if you might be taking this a bit too far. Your sleeveless top had a deeply plunging neckline, the practically sheer material hugging every curve, while your jeans were cut so short even you felt slightly uncomfortable with how much they revealed from behind. It was far from your usual attire and you had only packed it on a last-minute whim.

This outfit would have you out of your comfort zone on the best of days when you were only hanging out with friends, but tonight you were wearing it to meet up with a guy you didn’t even really know. It was very possible that Tyler was a total perv planning on taking advantage of you the moment you climbed into his truck. Yet even as that thought crossed your mind, you dismissed it. Though you had spent less than an hour with him as the two of you discussed your plan for revenge, you didn’t think he was that kind of guy. In fact, he had only continued to impress you with how respectful and down-to-earth he seemed, contrary to your original assumptions. 

But what did you know? Hell, you already tried to figure him out once and were way off the mark. It seemed like the only way to know for certain was to trust your gut and find out for yourself.

You took one final look at yourself, grabbed your purse off the bed, and headed towards the door.

Stepping out of your motel room and peering over the railing to the ground below, you could see the Storm PAR vehicles clustered at the end near the stairs while Tyler’s truck was parked almost directly below you. That meant you would have to walk past the group of Storm PAR guys filing out of their vehicles in order to reach Tyler.

Perfect. You couldn’t have planned that better if you had tried.

Making it to the end of the walkway, you took a deep breath, held your head up high, and arranged your face into what you hoped looked like a confident—slightly flirty—facade, and headed downstairs. You paused for a second at the bottom to straighten your top and run a hand over your hair, but then you strutted forward towards the red Dodge.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw several members of the Storm PAR team stop in their tracks as they noticed you. One nudged the guy next to him and a few pointed in your direction. Only Javi seemed uneasy as he caught sight of you. His eyes quickly darted from you to one of the trucks labeled “Scarecrow” and then back to you before he turned, running his hand through his hair with a big sigh. 

Then Scott climbed out of Scarecrow.

At first, he didn’t notice you. He was looking at a tablet with his head down, but as you got closer and the murmuring got louder, he glanced up to see what the commotion was about. As he did a double-take, you watched the gum drop from his mouth and any doubts you had about this plan instantly evaporated. No longer was the smile on your face forced or the swagger in your step manufactured. Holding your head slightly higher, you let this fresh rush of adrenaline and excitement spurn you forward. 

As you reached the front of Scarecrow, Scott stepped out in front of you, blocking your way. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“What do you care?” you scoffed, placing one hand on your hip, cocking it slightly. “You told me to leave you and Storm PAR alone so I’m respecting your wishes. But since I had planned on staying for the next two weeks, I found someone else who’s interested in having me around.” You looked over your shoulder at the rest of the Storm PAR team and wiggled your fingers in their direction. “You fellas have a good night. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

You pushed past Scott, not so gently shouldering him in the chest, and continued on your way. The rest of Scott’s team snickered and “ooo”ed behind you but based on how they suddenly stopped, you guessed Scott gave them one of his death glares. 

Sashaying the rest of the way to where Tyler was leaning over the side of his truck, rummaging through a toolbox in the bed, you place one hand on his bicep. Giving it a light squeeze, you asked, “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, just let me—” Tyler lifted his head and his eyes grew wide as he saw what you were wearing. But then he blinked a few times and cleared his throat. “Um, just let me finish putting these away and we’ll be all set.”

“Sounds good.” You leaned against his truck, discreetly glancing back at the Storm PAR team. Scott was staring daggers in your direction but you just pretended to examine your nails like you hadn’t noticed.

A moment later, Tyler slammed the toolbox closed and straightened up. “Done.” Grabbing his hat and pulling it low over his brow, he stepped back to have a better look at you. Letting out a low whistle, he said, “Damn, sweetheart. If I had known you would come down looking like that, I’d have dressed up for the occasion.” He wrapped his arm around your waist, tugging you flush against his side. “You look gorgeous.” 

His voice was a little louder than necessary and you know it’s all for your brother’s benefit. Yet, between his words and the feeling of his firm chest beneath his flannel shirt, you couldn’t stop the heat from rushing to your face. A small part of you secretly hoped it wasn’t all for show and he actually meant it.

You flashed him your most flirtatious smile and cooed loudly, “Thank you. But you don’t need to change a thing. You look amazing.” 

And it was true. 

Not every man pulled off the cowboy look without seeming like he was trying too hard or was going to a costume party. But Tyler must have been born in boots and a cowboy hat because you couldn’t imagine him any other way. His jeans were comfortably worn and seemed molded to his frame from constant use. His flannel long-sleeved button-down was tucked into his jeans, displaying the enormous belt buckle with “Tornado Wrangler” engraved on it. Topped off with his white cowboy hat and dark leather boots, he looked like he had just stepped off the cover of a Western romance novel. 

The heat in your face grew stronger.

Tyler squeezed you closer as he asked, “You ready to go?” You nodded so he led you over and opened the passenger door. Holding out his hand, he helped you climb in before slamming the door shut. Watching out the window as he turned around, you noticed all the Storm PAR guys staring at him. Tyler must have noticed too because he touched the brim of his hat and nodded in their direction. “Fellas…..Scott.” 

Then he walked to the driver’s side and climbed in. The truck rumbled to life, the vibrations of the powerful engine reverberating throughout your body. Tyler pulled out of the parking lot and onto the dark, empty highway before reaching up and turning on the radio. Low country music filled the quiet cab and he began to hum along, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. You weren’t sure where he was headed or if he even had a destination in mind.

Now that you had properly rubbed your new companion in Scott’s face, you realized you hadn’t thought about what happened next. You were kind of in the middle of nowhere with just a few scattered diners and gas stations within a reasonable distance, and it occurred to you that you had no idea if Tyler already had plans tonight before you barged into his life. 

Shifting slightly in your seat, you spoke up. “Um, thanks again for doing this. If you wanna just drop me off at the nearest restaurant and come pick me up later, that’s fine. And take as long as you want. I need to be gone long enough for Scotty to really sit and stew in it.”

Tyler stopped humming to glance over at you for a second and then looked back at the road. “Did you really think I’d just dump you somewhere and take off?”

You blinked. That was exactly what you thought he might do. “Oh…I mean, you’re already doing me this huge favor. I don’t need to take up more of your time than necessary.”

“Sweetheart, I told you, you are doing me a favor by letting me mess with your brother. All those Storm PAR snobs are a pain in my ass, but deep down they seem like alright guys…. except for your brother. He’s the worst kind of hypocrite, and if all I have to do to rile him up is take a beautiful woman out to dinner, my life is going pretty good.”

You turned and looked out the window so Tyler couldn’t see the effect his words had on you. You still couldn’t tell if he actually meant any of the nice things he said about you, if it was all part of the ruse, or if he was the kind of guy who said those things to everyone, But whatever the reason, it was nice to hear.

Once you had composed yourself, you sat up a little straighter, turned back to him, and said, “Okay, but I’m buying dinner. Wherever you want, wherever you want. It’s the least I can do for you helping me out.”

Tyler smiled, his bright teeth shining in the darkness. “Alright, sweetheart. We’ve got a deal. I’ll take you to my favorite spot.”

Thirty minutes later you were sitting next to Tyler on the back of his truck, both of you holding burgers and iced teas as your legs dangled over the end of the tailgate. When he had first stopped for takeout before driving out into a random empty field, you had your doubts. However, you had promised to let him pick so you sat quietly as he stashed his cowboy hat on the dashboard before jumping out of the truck and jogging around to open your door. And as he had led you around to the back of the truck and your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you understood why he had brought the two of you here.

Taking another bite of your burger, you looked up at the clear sky, still in awe of the sheer number of stars that danced and sparkled above you. Growing up where you had, you always thought the night sky was black or maybe dark blue, but seeing it now in the middle of nowhere, far away from any man-made light, you realized that it was in fact a swirling mix of blacks, blues, purples, greens, and yellows surrounding millions of brilliant stars. It was stunning to see.

“So,” you asked around your mouthful of burger, “this is your favorite spot, huh? I can see the appeal.”

Tyler smiled, leaning against the side of the truck bed. “Well, it doesn’t have to be this spot specifically, but yeah. There’s something about the night sky a few hours after a storm has gone through that just can’t be beat.”

“Wait, a storm went through here today?” You looked around. It was hard to tell now in the dark, but thinking back to before Tyler had turned the truck headlights off, you did remember noticing a jagged path off to your right where the grass had been torn up. However, you hadn’t thought much about it at the time.

“Yep. We were out here right before heading to the diner where you found me. It was a pretty big one too. We got some great footage.”

“Guess I could look it up on YouTube, huh, Mr. Tornado Wrangler,” you teased, grabbing a fry from the bag next to you and tossing it at him, which he dove for and somehow caught in his mouth.

Chewing it, he grinned, “I didn’t know you knew about that.”

You shrugged. “I’ve watched a few videos. Scotty wouldn’t stop bitching about you guys and how unprofessional you were so I had to see for myself. Personally, I like your content. It’s fun.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear it. Wouldn’t want to find out I was going out with someone who hates what I do. Guess I owe your brother a thanks for introducing you to us…and indirectly to me.”

Just like when he had complimented your appearance, you felt a warm glow inside when he said you were going out (even though you knew that’s not what he meant…or at least, you didn’t think that’s what he meant). 

Quick to change the subject, you asked something that had been on your mind for a while. “Speaking of my brother, you said earlier that Scott was the worst kind of hypocrite…what did you mean by that?”

Hesitating, he sighed, “I don’t really know your brother—not personally—so I’m not sure how much I should say…”

You laughed. “If you’re afraid of saying something about him that might offend me, don’t. I know Scotty and I’m sure whatever it is, it's warranted.”

“Well, when you put it like that...” Tyler set his drink on the tailgate next to his leg. “I don’t know how much you know about Storm PAR but they aren’t the humanitarian group of scientists trying to help the world that they try to make themselves seem like. I haven’t figured out all the details yet but I know they’re doing some backdoor business with some not-so-great people. Yet, meanwhile, your brother looks down his nose at us Wranglers, calling us sell-outs and fame-seekers. And yeah, I do use my platform to make money but we put as much of it as we can back into these communities affected by the storms. We try to do what we can to help—he can’t say the same.”

You considered what Tyler said for a moment before nodding. “Yeah…somehow that doesn’t surprise me. Scotty’s always kind of seen the world in 1s and 0s, as an equation only he can solve. But he doesn’t really care what happens with that solution or how it might affect the people involved once he’s found it. As long as he gets the credit and compensation, he’s happy. So if the only way Storm PAR has been able to get funding is by doing something shady, I don’t doubt for a second he would do it.”

“Damn. He seems worse than I thought.” Tyler looked out into the darkness, the two of you sitting in silence for a moment. Then he asked, “If your brother’s so bad, why did you come all this way to see him?”

“He’s still my brother and I love him.” Under your breath, you added, “Even if he does make it hard to like him most of the time.”

“I wouldn’t know what that’s like—never had any brothers or sisters—and the family I do have has always been really close and supportive. But it seems to me you shouldn’t have to love someone just because you’re related. Just like you don’t have to be related to love someone like family. ”

“I know, but…it’s complicated—or maybe it’s not, I don’t know.” You pulled your knees up into your chest and rested your chin on them, sighing as you wished you had never brought Scott up in the first place.

“You wanna tell me about it?”

“What?” You tilted your head sharply to look at Tyler, your brow furrowed. “You really want to hear me moan about my childhood and how it fucked up my relationship with my brother?”

Tyler shrugged. “I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t wanna, but I have been a little curious. Like, why is he treating you like shit and why are you still trying to get his attention despite that?”

“I’m not trying to…” The words felt so hollow in your mouth you trailed off instead of continuing to deny what he said.

“Tonight—us being out here together—I can see it’s not only about revenge. Maybe you don’t even realize it, but I saw the way you looked at him in the parking lot while you were waiting for me.” Tyler poked you gently with the toe of his boot. “You’re still holding out hope he’ll change his mind and ask you to join him and his team. Why?”

“You really want to know?” He nodded, staring at you patiently. Popping a french fry into your mouth, you contemplated where to start your story. Then, with a sigh, you began, “Of course, I don’t remember any of this, but I’ve heard the story enough times: When my mom was pregnant with me, there were some complications and I was born a few months early. I had to stay in the ICU for a long time and, for a while, they weren’t sure if I was going to make it. Obviously—” You held your hand in front of yourself as if to say “ta-da”. Dropping it with a thump onto the bed of the truck, you continued. “My entire life my parents referred to me as ‘their little miracle’ or ‘their angel on Earth’ because they had been so sure they were going to lose me but I didn’t realize until I left home how much my almost dying actually fucked up their relationship with both me and Scotty.”

“What do you mean?”

“In their eyes, I was this precious little gift that was almost taken from them, but at the same time, there was Scotty. Their other kid. Nothing had happened to change how they saw him. I mean, don’t get me wrong, we have great parents who love us both deeply but they treated us very differently.” 

“How so?” Tyler asked, tilting his head slightly. 

You shifted on the hard metal. It felt a little strange spilling your guts to this random guy you had only met earlier that day, but what felt even more bizarre was how invested and engaged he seemed in what you were saying. He stared at you as if you had his complete attention, his expression curious yet encouraging, silently urging you to continue. 

Clearing your throat, you said, “Scotty was expected to get perfect grades and place first on the track team and help around the house and have an after-school job on top of all of his advanced classes and pay for all his own things. I, on the other hand, was given a car for my fifteenth birthday—about a week after I was nearly expelled from school for multiple counts of cheating and truancy. I couldn’t even have a learner’s permit at that time! My parents gave me literally anything I asked for and let me do whatever I wanted no matter how much I screwed up all while riding Scotty’s ass to ensure he was perfect. In their eyes, he could do no right and I could do no wrong…and I did a lot of wrong.” 

“But how your parents treated either of you wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t change that.”

You gave a half-hearted shrug. “Maybe. But I didn’t have to take full advantage of it either. Once I realized I could do whatever I wanted without consequences, I ran wild with it. I partied, went on extravagant trips with my friends that my parents paid for, ignored my curfew, brought boys home with me to spend the night right down the hall from my parents, almost flunked out of school. I know it must sound so stupid but while it was happening…” 

Shaking your head, you stared down at your hands, tears beginning to blur your vision. “I was so absorbed in my life, I didn’t see how differently Scott was being treated or what it was doing to him. I mean, don’t get me wrong, Scotty is still Scotty, even back then. He looks out for himself before anyone else and the only emotions he really knows how to convey are pissed off or sarcastic. Yet I can’t help but wonder if he’s only like that because of how unfair things were.”

You paused for a moment to wipe your eyes and collect yourself, then cleared your throat before continuing. “It wasn’t until I moved away to college and got some distance from my parents that I looked back and realized how messed up it all was. And I changed. I stopped asking them for anything, I got a job and worked my ass off to pay for school, I began aceing all of my classes…but I still haven’t been able to make it up to Scotty. I was hoping this trip would be that chance. That I could finally show him I’ve grown and changed. That I understand why he may be hurt and try to heal those wounds. But he wouldn’t even hear me out.” 

You scoffed bitterly, burying your face in your hand. “So to show him how much I’ve matured, I came up with this childish plan to throw you in his face. Once again, I thought I could just get what I wanted without thinking about how it might affect my brother or what he would want.” Letting out a deep sigh, you collapsed back into the bed of the truck, staring at the stars dancing high above you. “I guess deep down I’m still that spoiled, self-centered brat I’ve always been.”

The truck jostled beneath you and, a second later, Tyler was lying down too, his face directly across from yours. Without breaking eye contact, he reached out and took your hand. “I might have only just met you, but the girl I’ve seen isn’t anything like the one you described growing up. And if that was how you used to be, you should be proud of how much work you’ve done to become this new version of yourself. Change is one of the hardest things a person can do. It's not an overnight process and we all backslide from time to time. So, yeah, maybe us going out just because you knew it would infuriate your brother isn’t the most mature thing you could have done—” you snorted and Tyler smiled before reaching over to brush a tear off your cheek, his fingers making your skin tingle as they swept across it “—but Scott deserves some blame in this too. Maybe it wasn’t fair your parents treated you both differently, but that doesn’t give him the right to behave the way he did today. He’s a grown-ass adult and should have acted like it instead of throwing a hissy fit when he saw you. So you need to stop blaming yourself for his actions.”

“Why are you being so kind to me?” you muttered, a few more tears slipping down your face. “You don’t even know me.”

“I think I’m beginning to.”

“And?” You tried to chuckle but it came out sounding more like a sniffle. There was no telling what Tyler thought when he looked at you right now—face stained with tears, nose running, eyes bloodshot and watery. You were so embarrassed you had let yourself devolve into such a complete mess in front of him and you were sure he was regretting ever meeting you. “You like what you see?”

Surprisingly, instead of retreating, his hands reached out and cupped your face, his fingers stroking soft circles across your cheeks as he wiped more tears away. “More and more by the minute.”

That broke you.

Whatever composure you had been managing to cling to shattered, and you fell apart. It wasn’t just his words that did it, it was the complete sincerity in his voice that you felt down to your soul. He wasn’t just trying to comfort you or make things better. He had listened intently to every word you said, heard about the side of yourself you tried so hard to forget, and still saw something he liked. Something he said you should be proud of.

Until that moment, you hadn’t realized how much you had needed to hear those words. Your parents never saw themselves as treating you and Scott differently so they couldn’t understand why you wanted to become independent of them or see all the progress you had made while making that happen. And Scott was never around so he hadn’t seen how hard you had worked either. Maybe that was what this trip was really about after all. Maybe, on some level, you had needed Scott to tell you he was proud of who you had become. But he hadn’t even tried to see it. Yet Tyler—this man you had met only hours earlier—had given you all the time and attention you needed to show him how far you had come and he was proud of it. 

For a moment, you cried, laying alone on your side of the truck bed under the Oklahoma night sky. But then, you heard Tyler whisper, “Come here, sweetheart” and felt him gently pulling you towards him. 

Once he had closed the distance between you, he positioned you so your head was resting on his shoulder, one of his arms nestled underneath you while the other held your hand, his thumb circling the back of your hand just as it had your cheek seconds before. He smelled earthy yet clean, almost like that brief moment just before a rainstorm. It was so perfectly him, that you couldn’t help but smile through your tears. 

As you settled against him, you felt his lips ghost briefly against your temple before he rested his chin on the top of your head. And, laying here in this stranger’s arms, the sound of the wind drifting over the plain blending with the beat of his heart against your ear, you had never felt more safe or more seen in your life.

Part 3 coming 8/26!

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Sweeter Than Revenge Part 2

Fandom: Twisters, Tyler Owens, f!reader, Scott's Sister!reader Summary: Setting your plan in motion, you flaunt your new "relationship" in Scott's face. However, you didn't think through what happens next as you find yourself in the middle of nowhere alone with Tyler. Word Count: 4401 TW: Family Conflict, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Tears, Brief Mention of Reader's Clothes, Reader's Past/Childhood Explained in Detail, Language Notes: A massive thank you to @blue-aconite and @green-socks for reading this over for me and for all the constant support! And to @mayhem24-7forever for always answering my late-night panicked messages

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Later that night at the motel Tyler had given you directions to, you were just finishing applying a fresh coat of lip gloss when you heard the hoard of storm chasers and their groupies pull up outside. 

Showtime.

Stepping back to look at yourself in the mirror, you wondered if you might be taking this a bit too far. Your sleeveless top had a deeply plunging neckline, the practically sheer material hugging every curve, while your jeans were cut so short even you felt slightly uncomfortable with how much they revealed from behind. It was far from your usual attire and you had only packed it on a last-minute whim.

This outfit would have you out of your comfort zone on the best of days when you were only hanging out with friends, but tonight you were wearing it to meet up with a guy you didn’t even really know. It was very possible that Tyler was a total perv planning on taking advantage of you the moment you climbed into his truck. Yet even as that thought crossed your mind, you dismissed it. Though you had spent less than an hour with him as the two of you discussed your plan for revenge, you didn’t think he was that kind of guy. In fact, he had only continued to impress you with how respectful and down-to-earth he seemed, contrary to your original assumptions. 

But what did you know? Hell, you already tried to figure him out once and were way off the mark. It seemed like the only way to know for certain was to trust your gut and find out for yourself.

You took one final look at yourself, grabbed your purse off the bed, and headed towards the door.

Stepping out of your motel room and peering over the railing to the ground below, you could see the Storm PAR vehicles clustered at the end near the stairs while Tyler’s truck was parked almost directly below you. That meant you would have to walk past the group of Storm PAR guys filing out of their vehicles in order to reach Tyler.

Perfect. You couldn’t have planned that better if you had tried.

Making it to the end of the walkway, you took a deep breath, held your head up high, and arranged your face into what you hoped looked like a confident—slightly flirty—facade, and headed downstairs. You paused for a second at the bottom to straighten your top and run a hand over your hair, but then you strutted forward towards the red Dodge.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw several members of the Storm PAR team stop in their tracks as they noticed you. One nudged the guy next to him and a few pointed in your direction. Only Javi seemed uneasy as he caught sight of you. His eyes quickly darted from you to one of the trucks labeled “Scarecrow” and then back to you before he turned, running his hand through his hair with a big sigh. 

Then Scott climbed out of Scarecrow.

At first, he didn’t notice you. He was looking at a tablet with his head down, but as you got closer and the murmuring got louder, he glanced up to see what the commotion was about. As he did a double-take, you watched the gum drop from his mouth and any doubts you had about this plan instantly evaporated. No longer was the smile on your face forced or the swagger in your step manufactured. Holding your head slightly higher, you let this fresh rush of adrenaline and excitement spurn you forward. 

As you reached the front of Scarecrow, Scott stepped out in front of you, blocking your way. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“What do you care?” you scoffed, placing one hand on your hip, cocking it slightly. “You told me to leave you and Storm PAR alone so I’m respecting your wishes. But since I had planned on staying for the next two weeks, I found someone else who’s interested in having me around.” You looked over your shoulder at the rest of the Storm PAR team and wiggled your fingers in their direction. “You fellas have a good night. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

You pushed past Scott, not so gently shouldering him in the chest, and continued on your way. The rest of Scott’s team snickered and “ooo”ed behind you but based on how they suddenly stopped, you guessed Scott gave them one of his death glares. 

Sashaying the rest of the way to where Tyler was leaning over the side of his truck, rummaging through a toolbox in the bed, you place one hand on his bicep. Giving it a light squeeze, you asked, “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, just let me—” Tyler lifted his head and his eyes grew wide as he saw what you were wearing. But then he blinked a few times and cleared his throat. “Um, just let me finish putting these away and we’ll be all set.”

“Sounds good.” You leaned against his truck, discreetly glancing back at the Storm PAR team. Scott was staring daggers in your direction but you just pretended to examine your nails like you hadn’t noticed.

A moment later, Tyler slammed the toolbox closed and straightened up. “Done.” Grabbing his hat and pulling it low over his brow, he stepped back to have a better look at you. Letting out a low whistle, he said, “Damn, sweetheart. If I had known you would come down looking like that, I’d have dressed up for the occasion.” He wrapped his arm around your waist, tugging you flush against his side. “You look gorgeous.” 

His voice was a little louder than necessary and you know it’s all for your brother’s benefit. Yet, between his words and the feeling of his firm chest beneath his flannel shirt, you couldn’t stop the heat from rushing to your face. A small part of you secretly hoped it wasn’t all for show and he actually meant it.

You flashed him your most flirtatious smile and cooed loudly, “Thank you. But you don’t need to change a thing. You look amazing.” 

And it was true. 

Not every man pulled off the cowboy look without seeming like he was trying too hard or was going to a costume party. But Tyler must have been born in boots and a cowboy hat because you couldn’t imagine him any other way. His jeans were comfortably worn and seemed molded to his frame from constant use. His flannel long-sleeved button-down was tucked into his jeans, displaying the enormous belt buckle with “Tornado Wrangler” engraved on it. Topped off with his white cowboy hat and dark leather boots, he looked like he had just stepped off the cover of a Western romance novel. 

The heat in your face grew stronger.

Tyler squeezed you closer as he asked, “You ready to go?” You nodded so he led you over and opened the passenger door. Holding out his hand, he helped you climb in before slamming the door shut. Watching out the window as he turned around, you noticed all the Storm PAR guys staring at him. Tyler must have noticed too because he touched the brim of his hat and nodded in their direction. “Fellas…..Scott.” 

Then he walked to the driver’s side and climbed in. The truck rumbled to life, the vibrations of the powerful engine reverberating throughout your body. Tyler pulled out of the parking lot and onto the dark, empty highway before reaching up and turning on the radio. Low country music filled the quiet cab and he began to hum along, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. You weren’t sure where he was headed or if he even had a destination in mind.

Now that you had properly rubbed your new companion in Scott’s face, you realized you hadn’t thought about what happened next. You were kind of in the middle of nowhere with just a few scattered diners and gas stations within a reasonable distance, and it occurred to you that you had no idea if Tyler already had plans tonight before you barged into his life. 

Shifting slightly in your seat, you spoke up. “Um, thanks again for doing this. If you wanna just drop me off at the nearest restaurant and come pick me up later, that’s fine. And take as long as you want. I need to be gone long enough for Scotty to really sit and stew in it.”

Tyler stopped humming to glance over at you for a second and then looked back at the road. “Did you really think I’d just dump you somewhere and take off?”

You blinked. That was exactly what you thought he might do. “Oh…I mean, you’re already doing me this huge favor. I don’t need to take up more of your time than necessary.”

“Sweetheart, I told you, you are doing me a favor by letting me mess with your brother. All those Storm PAR snobs are a pain in my ass, but deep down they seem like alright guys…. except for your brother. He’s the worst kind of hypocrite, and if all I have to do to rile him up is take a beautiful woman out to dinner, my life is going pretty good.”

You turned and looked out the window so Tyler couldn’t see the effect his words had on you. You still couldn’t tell if he actually meant any of the nice things he said about you, if it was all part of the ruse, or if he was the kind of guy who said those things to everyone, But whatever the reason, it was nice to hear.

Once you had composed yourself, you sat up a little straighter, turned back to him, and said, “Okay, but I’m buying dinner. Wherever you want, wherever you want. It’s the least I can do for you helping me out.”

Tyler smiled, his bright teeth shining in the darkness. “Alright, sweetheart. We’ve got a deal. I’ll take you to my favorite spot.”

Thirty minutes later you were sitting next to Tyler on the back of his truck, both of you holding burgers and iced teas as your legs dangled over the end of the tailgate. When he had first stopped for takeout before driving out into a random empty field, you had your doubts. However, you had promised to let him pick so you sat quietly as he stashed his cowboy hat on the dashboard before jumping out of the truck and jogging around to open your door. And as he had led you around to the back of the truck and your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you understood why he had brought the two of you here.

Taking another bite of your burger, you looked up at the clear sky, still in awe of the sheer number of stars that danced and sparkled above you. Growing up where you had, you always thought the night sky was black or maybe dark blue, but seeing it now in the middle of nowhere, far away from any man-made light, you realized that it was in fact a swirling mix of blacks, blues, purples, greens, and yellows surrounding millions of brilliant stars. It was stunning to see.

“So,” you asked around your mouthful of burger, “this is your favorite spot, huh? I can see the appeal.”

Tyler smiled, leaning against the side of the truck bed. “Well, it doesn’t have to be this spot specifically, but yeah. There’s something about the night sky a few hours after a storm has gone through that just can’t be beat.”

“Wait, a storm went through here today?” You looked around. It was hard to tell now in the dark, but thinking back to before Tyler had turned the truck headlights off, you did remember noticing a jagged path off to your right where the grass had been torn up. However, you hadn’t thought much about it at the time.

“Yep. We were out here right before heading to the diner where you found me. It was a pretty big one too. We got some great footage.”

“Guess I could look it up on YouTube, huh, Mr. Tornado Wrangler,” you teased, grabbing a fry from the bag next to you and tossing it at him, which he dove for and somehow caught in his mouth.

Chewing it, he grinned, “I didn’t know you knew about that.”

You shrugged. “I’ve watched a few videos. Scotty wouldn’t stop bitching about you guys and how unprofessional you were so I had to see for myself. Personally, I like your content. It’s fun.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear it. Wouldn’t want to find out I was going out with someone who hates what I do. Guess I owe your brother a thanks for introducing you to us…and indirectly to me.”

Just like when he had complimented your appearance, you felt a warm glow inside when he said you were going out (even though you knew that’s not what he meant…or at least, you didn’t think that’s what he meant). 

Quick to change the subject, you asked something that had been on your mind for a while. “Speaking of my brother, you said earlier that Scott was the worst kind of hypocrite…what did you mean by that?”

Hesitating, he sighed, “I don’t really know your brother—not personally—so I’m not sure how much I should say…”

You laughed. “If you’re afraid of saying something about him that might offend me, don’t. I know Scotty and I’m sure whatever it is, it's warranted.”

“Well, when you put it like that...” Tyler set his drink on the tailgate next to his leg. “I don’t know how much you know about Storm PAR but they aren’t the humanitarian group of scientists trying to help the world that they try to make themselves seem like. I haven’t figured out all the details yet but I know they’re doing some backdoor business with some not-so-great people. Yet, meanwhile, your brother looks down his nose at us Wranglers, calling us sell-outs and fame-seekers. And yeah, I do use my platform to make money but we put as much of it as we can back into these communities affected by the storms. We try to do what we can to help—he can’t say the same.”

You considered what Tyler said for a moment before nodding. “Yeah…somehow that doesn’t surprise me. Scotty’s always kind of seen the world in 1s and 0s, as an equation only he can solve. But he doesn’t really care what happens with that solution or how it might affect the people involved once he’s found it. As long as he gets the credit and compensation, he’s happy. So if the only way Storm PAR has been able to get funding is by doing something shady, I don’t doubt for a second he would do it.”

“Damn. He seems worse than I thought.” Tyler looked out into the darkness, the two of you sitting in silence for a moment. Then he asked, “If your brother’s so bad, why did you come all this way to see him?”

“He’s still my brother and I love him.” Under your breath, you added, “Even if he does make it hard to like him most of the time.”

“I wouldn’t know what that’s like—never had any brothers or sisters—and the family I do have has always been really close and supportive. But it seems to me you shouldn’t have to love someone just because you’re related. Just like you don’t have to be related to love someone like family. ”

“I know, but…it’s complicated—or maybe it’s not, I don’t know.” You pulled your knees up into your chest and rested your chin on them, sighing as you wished you had never brought Scott up in the first place.

“You wanna tell me about it?”

“What?” You tilted your head sharply to look at Tyler, your brow furrowed. “You really want to hear me moan about my childhood and how it fucked up my relationship with my brother?”

Tyler shrugged. “I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t wanna, but I have been a little curious. Like, why is he treating you like shit and why are you still trying to get his attention despite that?”

“I’m not trying to…” The words felt so hollow in your mouth you trailed off instead of continuing to deny what he said.

“Tonight—us being out here together—I can see it’s not only about revenge. Maybe you don’t even realize it, but I saw the way you looked at him in the parking lot while you were waiting for me.” Tyler poked you gently with the toe of his boot. “You’re still holding out hope he’ll change his mind and ask you to join him and his team. Why?”

“You really want to know?” He nodded, staring at you patiently. Popping a french fry into your mouth, you contemplated where to start your story. Then, with a sigh, you began, “Of course, I don’t remember any of this, but I’ve heard the story enough times: When my mom was pregnant with me, there were some complications and I was born a few months early. I had to stay in the ICU for a long time and, for a while, they weren’t sure if I was going to make it. Obviously—” You held your hand in front of yourself as if to say “ta-da”. Dropping it with a thump onto the bed of the truck, you continued. “My entire life my parents referred to me as ‘their little miracle’ or ‘their angel on Earth’ because they had been so sure they were going to lose me but I didn’t realize until I left home how much my almost dying actually fucked up their relationship with both me and Scotty.”

“What do you mean?”

“In their eyes, I was this precious little gift that was almost taken from them, but at the same time, there was Scotty. Their other kid. Nothing had happened to change how they saw him. I mean, don’t get me wrong, we have great parents who love us both deeply but they treated us very differently.” 

“How so?” Tyler asked, tilting his head slightly. 

You shifted on the hard metal. It felt a little strange spilling your guts to this random guy you had only met earlier that day, but what felt even more bizarre was how invested and engaged he seemed in what you were saying. He stared at you as if you had his complete attention, his expression curious yet encouraging, silently urging you to continue. 

Clearing your throat, you said, “Scotty was expected to get perfect grades and place first on the track team and help around the house and have an after-school job on top of all of his advanced classes and pay for all his own things. I, on the other hand, was given a car for my fifteenth birthday—about a week after I was nearly expelled from school for multiple counts of cheating and truancy. I couldn’t even have a learner’s permit at that time! My parents gave me literally anything I asked for and let me do whatever I wanted no matter how much I screwed up all while riding Scotty’s ass to ensure he was perfect. In their eyes, he could do no right and I could do no wrong…and I did a lot of wrong.” 

“But how your parents treated either of you wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t change that.”

You gave a half-hearted shrug. “Maybe. But I didn’t have to take full advantage of it either. Once I realized I could do whatever I wanted without consequences, I ran wild with it. I partied, went on extravagant trips with my friends that my parents paid for, ignored my curfew, brought boys home with me to spend the night right down the hall from my parents, almost flunked out of school. I know it must sound so stupid but while it was happening…” 

Shaking your head, you stared down at your hands, tears beginning to blur your vision. “I was so absorbed in my life, I didn’t see how differently Scott was being treated or what it was doing to him. I mean, don’t get me wrong, Scotty is still Scotty, even back then. He looks out for himself before anyone else and the only emotions he really knows how to convey are pissed off or sarcastic. Yet I can’t help but wonder if he’s only like that because of how unfair things were.”

You paused for a moment to wipe your eyes and collect yourself, then cleared your throat before continuing. “It wasn’t until I moved away to college and got some distance from my parents that I looked back and realized how messed up it all was. And I changed. I stopped asking them for anything, I got a job and worked my ass off to pay for school, I began aceing all of my classes…but I still haven’t been able to make it up to Scotty. I was hoping this trip would be that chance. That I could finally show him I’ve grown and changed. That I understand why he may be hurt and try to heal those wounds. But he wouldn’t even hear me out.” 

You scoffed bitterly, burying your face in your hand. “So to show him how much I’ve matured, I came up with this childish plan to throw you in his face. Once again, I thought I could just get what I wanted without thinking about how it might affect my brother or what he would want.” Letting out a deep sigh, you collapsed back into the bed of the truck, staring at the stars dancing high above you. “I guess deep down I’m still that spoiled, self-centered brat I’ve always been.”

The truck jostled beneath you and, a second later, Tyler was lying down too, his face directly across from yours. Without breaking eye contact, he reached out and took your hand. “I might have only just met you, but the girl I’ve seen isn’t anything like the one you described growing up. And if that was how you used to be, you should be proud of how much work you’ve done to become this new version of yourself. Change is one of the hardest things a person can do. It's not an overnight process and we all backslide from time to time. So, yeah, maybe us going out just because you knew it would infuriate your brother isn’t the most mature thing you could have done—” you snorted and Tyler smiled before reaching over to brush a tear off your cheek, his fingers making your skin tingle as they swept across it “—but Scott deserves some blame in this too. Maybe it wasn’t fair your parents treated you both differently, but that doesn’t give him the right to behave the way he did today. He’s a grown-ass adult and should have acted like it instead of throwing a hissy fit when he saw you. So you need to stop blaming yourself for his actions.”

“Why are you being so kind to me?” you muttered, a few more tears slipping down your face. “You don’t even know me.”

“I think I’m beginning to.”

“And?” You tried to chuckle but it came out sounding more like a sniffle. There was no telling what Tyler thought when he looked at you right now—face stained with tears, nose running, eyes bloodshot and watery. You were so embarrassed you had let yourself devolve into such a complete mess in front of him and you were sure he was regretting ever meeting you. “You like what you see?”

Surprisingly, instead of retreating, his hands reached out and cupped your face, his fingers stroking soft circles across your cheeks as he wiped more tears away. “More and more by the minute.”

That broke you.

Whatever composure you had been managing to cling to shattered, and you fell apart. It wasn’t just his words that did it, it was the complete sincerity in his voice that you felt down to your soul. He wasn’t just trying to comfort you or make things better. He had listened intently to every word you said, heard about the side of yourself you tried so hard to forget, and still saw something he liked. Something he said you should be proud of.

Until that moment, you hadn’t realized how much you had needed to hear those words. Your parents never saw themselves as treating you and Scott differently so they couldn’t understand why you wanted to become independent of them or see all the progress you had made while making that happen. And Scott was never around so he hadn’t seen how hard you had worked either. Maybe that was what this trip was really about after all. Maybe, on some level, you had needed Scott to tell you he was proud of who you had become. But he hadn’t even tried to see it. Yet Tyler—this man you had met only hours earlier—had given you all the time and attention you needed to show him how far you had come and he was proud of it. 

For a moment, you cried, laying alone on your side of the truck bed under the Oklahoma night sky. But then, you heard Tyler whisper, “Come here, sweetheart” and felt him gently pulling you towards him. 

Once he had closed the distance between you, he positioned you so your head was resting on his shoulder, one of his arms nestled underneath you while the other held your hand, his thumb circling the back of your hand just as it had your cheek seconds before. He smelled earthy yet clean, almost like that brief moment just before a rainstorm. It was so perfectly him, that you couldn’t help but smile through your tears. 

As you settled against him, you felt his lips ghost briefly against your temple before he rested his chin on the top of your head. And, laying here in this stranger’s arms, the sound of the wind drifting over the plain blending with the beat of his heart against your ear, you had never felt more safe or more seen in your life.

Part 3 coming 8/26!

[yourfalletedfish]

Disappearing Act

Logan Howlett x Reader

This is my first post here so I hope y’all enjoy, also posted to AO3

Summary- you mess with Logan’s bathing suit and he chases you in the woods and fucks you

Warnings- smut, swearing

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the lake. The X-Men had decided to take advantage of the peace and went to a lake nearby. You pulled Logan’s arm towards the water to no avail. “I can’t swim bub, I sink.” “That’s fine. We can just go in waist-deep.” you continued to pull, “Look how much fun everyone is having!”

“I don’t have a bathing suit, darling,” he said, rolling his eyes and grinning. “Well, lucky for you, I brought one for you,” letting go of his arm to look in your bag. “Of course you did.” He grabbed it out of your hands head to the plane to change.

As he left, you couldn't help but giggle. You had been playfully teasing and flirting with each other for a while. Last week Logan had swapped all your pants with unicorn leggings and wouldn't return them until after classes. Today, it was your turn for revenge.

When he came back from the plane, he was readjusting the waistband of the suit. “Happy now?” He went down the ramp, stopping in front of you. “Yes, I am very happy. Now let’s go.” He let you pull him to the water this time. At the water, you let go of his hand, pointing to the others. You go first; I need to reapply my sunscreen.”

He rolled his eyes but stepped forward, the water lapping at his feet. He waded in slowly, the coolness of the lake a welcome relief after the day's heat. You watched as the water rose up his legs, then his thighs, and finally his waist. You couldn’t help the wide grin as he approached the others. His eyebrow shot up, questioning as he moved. He felt his bathing suit shift. The fabric seemed to stretch and pull as it struggled to keep its shape.

“What the fuck?” he growled, stopping mid-stroke to inspect the suit. His brow furrowed as he ran his hands over the material, feeling it give way under his touch. It was as if the fibers were melting, dissolving into the water around him.

You watched with glee as he quickly covered himself up and his eyes locked onto yours, as you held your phone to take pictures. You could hear the laughs from the others as he faced away from them. Scott had made a remark but you were unable to hear it and Logan ignored it, his eyes continued to lock onto yours as he started to come back from the water.

He was wadding through the water with fierce determination not caring to cover anything anymore. “Oh shit…”you mumble before sprinting away from him hoping the water would slow him down enough. “Get yer ass back over here!” you heard him yell to you as you slipped past the trees, you regretted not slipping your shoes on. Sure you’ve riled him up before, but not to the point of chasing you.

Running was never your forte; you were built for stealth, not long-distance. It didn't take long for your lungs to beg to stop for a minute. The underbrush crunched under your feet becoming quieter as you came to a stop, leaning against a tree as you tried to regain your breath. You hadn’t been stopped for more than a couple minutes before you heard the crash of branches and heavy footsteps coming towards you.

“Oh fuck off!” You shouted behind you as you started to run again. "You can't outrun me, darlin'!" he growled, his voice coming closer than you thought. "Ain't no point in runnin'." Your mind raced, there was no hiding place or people to help. ‘fuckfuckfuckfuck,’

You twisted and turned between trees, desperately trying to put distance between you. The dim light filtering through the canopy cast eerie shadows, heart raced as you glanced back briefly. He was right there, moving with stupid speed and precision that made your stomach drop. He lunged closing the gap grabbing your arm twisting you around so you landed on your back. “Told you no point.” he grinned down at you.

“Well, you definitely seem excited to catch me.” you snickered gesturing to his lower half, his dick partially hard. “Not every day I get a pretty girl under me.” he teased leaning in. Your eyes widened after he said that, you’ve constantly flirted with each other but it felt different with him naked above you. “Shut up, get off me,” you said pushing his shoulder and trying to sit up. ‘Don’t lock at his dick. Don’t look.’ you thought over and over.

He pushed you back down putting more weight on you his dick resting on your bathing suit. “You heavy bitch get up.” you squirmed under him only causing his smile to grow. “Why would I do that princess?” this time only moving his hips down causing your breath to hitch and your face to turn more red. “You started this, now you gonna take punishment like a good girl or we gonna keep dancing around?”

Your mind went blank. "I—you—but," he shook his head, leaning in near your ear. "I'm going to kiss you, and you are either going to push me away and we'll be done, or you'll kiss back, and I won't hold back." He leaned back once more to look into your eyes before catching your lips with his own.

You surrendered to the kiss, your eyes fluttering shut, until he bit your lip hard, eliciting a gasp. “Remember princess this is a punishment.” He mumbled against your mouth before letting his tongue explore the inside. His hands kept busy moving your bathing suit top to grab and smack your breasts causing you to moan into the kiss. “So needy for me,” he said breaking the kiss.

He broke the kiss, his breath hot against your ear. "You know, princess, I could keep this up all day," he teased, his hands moving lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your bathing suit. The rough pads of his fingers grazed the sensitive skin of your hips, sending a shiver through you.

You pushed your pips up hoping he would grant you mercy and touch you. “Nuh-uh, sweetheart, who's in control here?" he looked down at you the damn smirk still plastered to his face. You bit your lip, being stubborn. His hands continued their slow touch, teasingly brushing against your skin. The sensation was electric, making it hard to not give in. “you…” you said quietly wishing he would give you what you wanted with that.

“Sorry princess don’t think I caught that.” you groaned head falling back into the dirt. “You damn it!”

“I’m what?” “

“You're in charge! You win! Whatever! Just touch me.”

A satisfied smirk spread across his face as he met your gaze. "Good girl," he murmured, leaning down to capture your lips once more. His tongue plunged into your mouth, mimicking the movement of his fingers, which had now settled on your aching clit. He circled it slowly, applying just enough pressure to drive you wild.

You moaned into the kiss, your body arching off the ground in response. The scent of pine and earth mingled creating an intoxicating aroma that made your head spin. Every touch, sound, taste, and smell heightened the intensity of the moment.

Logan's thumb pressed firmly against your clit, rubbing in small, rhythmic circles, before pushing one finger into you as his thumb kept up the pace. His other hand moved to cup your breast, pinching your nipple roughly. Your moans grew as you came closer to the edge as he added a finger before thrusting them quicker. He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes dark with desire.

"What do you want, darlin'?" You weren't focusing much on him as you chased your high bucking your hips into his fingers. Not getting a response he slowed down earning a whine from you. “I asked you a question.” He growled the hand on your chest moving to grip your ass hard. “Let me cum please,” you whined out.

With that, he continued his pace this time rougher, quicker, his fingers moving to your most sensitive spots. His fingers worked relentlessly, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. The knot that had formed felt like it would start to unravel, your moans getting louder as you begged him for more, saying you were so close.

“No,” he stated as he removed himself from you completely before licking his fingers savoring your taste. You stared at him with malice, “what the fuck?” “awe did you want to cum? Poor thing. Maybe you shouldn’t have fucked with the bathing suit yeah?”

You ignored his words reaching down your own hand to finish. You didn’t get far, his hand reaching to grab yours before reaching your destination. His gaze locked onto yours, his expression angry. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he spit out. “I’m the only person allowed to touch ya from now on got it?” Nodding your head you stared up at him with pleading eyes.

“Can I please\ come? I’ll be good,” you begged. He stared at your figure for a moment seemingly to decide what to do next. Then, without warning, he shifted his weight, positioning himself between your legs closer. His hard cock pressed against your entrance.

“You gonna fuck with me anymore?” he asked, his voice a low rumble. “You gonna let anyone else fuck this cunt?” You shook your head quickly, “No, please fuck me.” He gave a proud grin as he pushed forward, breaching you in one fluid motion. The sudden fullness made you gasp, a mix of pain and pleasure shooting through you. Logan's hips started to move, setting a slow, deliberate pace as he filled you completely.

Each thrust was calculated, hitting all the right spots. You could feel the slick slide of his cock inside you, the friction igniting sparks of pleasure with every stroke. The sound of flesh meeting flesh and groans echoed through the trees.

Logan's hands gripped your thighs, holding you open as he drove into you with increasing urgency. "God, you feel so good," he groaned, his voice rough with need. "So tight, so wet..."

Your own hands dug into his shoulders earning a groan from him, trying to hold onto something solid as the world spun around you. Logan's thrusts grew more forceful, his breathing ragged as he chased his release.

With a growl, he pulled out, flipping you onto your stomach. Before you could react, he was back inside, taking you from behind with brutal efficiency. The angle hit new places, sending jolts of pleasure radiating through your core. His hand snaked down to play with your clit.

Your climax was coming fast. “That’s it,” he cooed. “Come on me like a good girl.” His voice sent you tumbling off the edge tightening around him.

He didn’t slow down sending you into overstimulation territory. “I can’t… please…” your words came out jumbled as he continued to pound into you with no mercy. “You can.” is all he said as his hands tightened on your hips, holding you in place as he pounded into you with vigor. His thrusts became erratic, matching the frantic beat of your heart.

You couldn’t hold yourself up anymore. Your face and upper body were in the dirt as he held your hips up and continued his brutal pace. You could hear him talking under his breath as he thrust into you. “Takin’ it so good fr’ me” “Such a good girl” “My good girl” “fuck” “doin’ so good”

Your head was empty only focusing on the feeling of the knot forming in your stomach again. Feeling his hands tighten on your hips, leaving bruises in their wake. "Fuck, I'm close," he panted, his voice strained with effort. "Gonna come inside you,"

Your answer was lost in a strangled cry as he hit that perfect spot one last time, sending you spiraling into climax again. The intense pleasure overwhelmed you, your body convulsing around his cock.

He followed soon after, his release washing over him with savage intensity. Burying himself deep, emptying himself into you as his body trembled with the force of his orgasm.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing and the rustle of leaves in the breeze. Then, with a grunt, Logan pulled out, collapsing beside you on the forest floor.

Lying against the cool earth, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath. The scent of pine and damp leaves filled the air, mingling with the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. You turned to him, your heart racing as you tried to process what had just happened.

“You should wear that bathing suit more often” you teased, a hint of amusement in your voice, trying to break the tension.

Logan glanced at you, a smirk playing on his lips. “Shut up,” he replied, brushing a hand through his disheveled hair.

“Maybe we should get back,” you suggested, starting to push yourself up. “Not yet,” Logan said, propping himself up on one elbow, his gaze intense as he reached to pull leaves out of your hair.

“Okay,” you replied softly, a smile creeping onto your face. “For a little while longer, then.”

Logan’s expression softened, and he leaned closer, the world around you fading into a blur as he pulled you into a sweet kiss.

[days-until-burnout]

Ranchers & revenge (aroace platonic) everyone attends revenge's first birthday and find out the ranchers arent romantically involved in the slightest like they thought for 3 years now

i forgot about the ranchers. in fact, i got completely lost 🧍‍♂️ _____

📧 Day 84 -

Characters - Jimmy + Tango (ft. Joel, Etho) Words - 1,238 Time - 55 mins Content - Alternative Universe

Jimmy and Tango spent the whole morning, and stayed up late last night, preparing for Rev's first birthday party. Jimmy was still anxious about it, despite Rev knowing all their friends and being friendly with them, it was still a gamble how he'd react once everyone was together. Tango did his part to calm him down with a lighthearted jokes and pokes, but Jimmy was unable to ignore the tension on his shoulders.

Fluffed up wings and sharp tail flickers.

They still went to sleep in the same bed, cuddled up and soothing the worry from each other. Rev was excited when they first told him, and they could only hope it would remain.

Joel was the first to come, Hermes dashing ahead and Tom in his arms. Hermes held out a tray of cookies, a smile bright on his face as Joel followed behind, holding another tray.

"Hey bud," Jimmy greeted, a small wave of relief washing over him. He took the tray from him, then looked behind his shoulder, gesturing to the back. "Rev's playing back there. Go ahead."

Hermes jumped excitedly, running past him, trails of gold left in his path. He followed him with his gaze before another set of footsteps approached, looking up to see Joel smirking.

"Before you know it, they're off to college," Joel said with an eye-roll.

They caught up a little as they walked inside the house, Tango still dashing around to finish the decorations. As soon as he saw them enter, Tango walked over, taking the other tray from Joel's hands.

"You shouldn't have," Tango smiled, eyeing the tray Jimmy was holding.

Joel shrugged. "Hermes wanted to."

While the pair finished decorating and cleaning up, Joel preoccupied with the baby in his arms, mostly cooing at him and making fun of Jimmy. Golden feathers and fiery wisps danced around the place, messy and clashing, almost bumping onto each other, but it was clear that they worked well together. Joel stayed out of their way, turning Tom and pointing at the trails of colors, smiling when the baby made grabby hands at them.

The rest of TIES were the next to show up, and unlike Joel, they did offer hands. Mostly to prepare the outside, taking chairs and setting up the grills. Skizz and Impulse happily helped while Etho fought off a baby clinging to him, aided by a smug Joel.

Cleo and Scott arrived shortly after with some drinks—Martyn, Scar and Bdubs with a handful boxes of water-guns and balloons and other toys. Pearl, BigB and Gem were next, bringing some more food. Ren and Lizzie brought more toys, and nearly two hours after Joel's arrival, Grian showed up.

And with Grian's arrival, and subsequent surprise attack of water-guns and water-balloons on him, the party started.

Rev happily joined right beside Hermes, a fighting spirit bright on them. Everyone was fighting for themselves, and it was a quick mess that left the ground a muddy mess.

Tango, for obvious reasons, sat out the fight. Etho joined him shortly after, the little enderman seated on his shoulders and grasping on his hair. They filled the balloons with powder dye, their fingers quickly staining. Tom giggled when Etho raised his hand to pinch his face lightly, leaving some dye on his skin.

"First year, huh?" Tango sighed, shaking his head before looking out to the field. His eyes were quick to locate the toddler warden, hidden behind a demi-god hidden behind Jimmy, his wings spread wide to protect them. He laughed behind his fist as Joel and Martyn went straight for his head.

Etho hummed.

The air was filled with laughter and screaming, water jumping everywhere, and the inflatable pool Martyn had blew and filled was nearly empty. The tap was running constantly, and at some point, Joel even got hold of the hose, spraying everyone before he was tackled away from it.

"Doing anything for the anniversary?"

Tango held Tom's hands before turning to Etho, raising a brow in question.

"Five years? Is it not? Maybe I'm remembering wrong?"

At that, Tango frowned, still confused. "Who's turning five?"

"Oh, no. I mean, you and Jimmy, your five year anniversary?"

Oh.

Tango turned back to face Tom, the little baby cooing and shrilling. He smiled, brushing his cheek with the back of his index. The enderman's skin was cool against his blaze warmth.

"I don't think we're… doing anything special? Do you think we should?"

Tango looked at him, long enough to see him shrug. Not that Etho was the right person to ask, but Etho was the one who brought it up. Just as he opened his mouth to say something else, someone landed behind him, approaching quickly. A chill ran down his body as cold skin touched him, lips pressed against his temple.

"Hey," Jimmy whispered, and Tango looked up at him, momentarily surprised before smiling. "Uh, Scar and Bdubs got hurt. Where's the kit?"

Tango snorted, shaking his head. "Kitchen. Far left cabinet."

Jimmy grinned, messing Tom's hair before impulsing himself to the house. Tango followed him until he disappeared through the door, then he looked at the group, the play frozen as Scar and Bdubs laid in the middle.

"Hey, Etho. This anniversary thing," Tango spoke as Tom made grabby hands to him, and he handed him over, "what… what exactly are you supposed to do? Like, uh, is it like a romantic getaway or something like that?"

Etho gave him a weird look, squeezing one of the dye balloons as Tom smacked them. "Yes…?"

"And… what if, say, we aren't?"

Etho's eyes widened slightly, but nothing really changed. "No…?"

Tango gave a small nod, slowly turning to face the crowd again. Familiar golden wings joining the fray before they tended to the pair. On the side, Joel was holding Rev and Hermes' hands, lifting them up as they all laughed.

And Jimmy joined them shortly after, taking Rev from him and scolding him. Joel picked Hermes up, turning his head away. They argued some, too far to hear any words.

"It changes nothing, you know," Etho said, shaking Tango out of his empty thoughts. He turned to him, watching him stand up with Tom in arms. "You have a ranch and a child together already. Who cares about specifics."

Tango watched Etho walking away, promptly joining the crowd. Tom teleported around before landing on Jimmy's right wing. Joel took his time to take the little one, very smug as Tom slid down, still holding tight onto the feathers. When Joel finally took Tom, the little one curled up in his arms.

Rev sensed his staring, looking around before Jimmy noticed, kneeling down to talk to him. After a gesture, Rev began his uncertain walk. Joel had a hand on Hermes' head, letting Rev do the journey on his own.

He smiled, purrs and hisses filling the air. And Rev perked up, speeding up as he followed the sounds, and soon enough, he was in his arms.

Once the injured pair were bandaged up, a round of food went around. Then later in the day, another round of fights broke, this time, with the dye balloons. Jimmy was quick by his side, Rev leading their team proudly.

They would tell their friends later, they had agreed after a brief conversation behind a tree. For the time being, they just needed to get better at aiming.

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i can do better. i promise. orz

[the-somwthing]

Who wants to see how normal I am, AKA,

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

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

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

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

- Joel also lies about doing it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Joel gives Scott a house tour

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Scott compliments the Relation Ship multiple times

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

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

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

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

- Joel wants Scott dead soso bad

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Scott watches Joel kill TIES cow for the second time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- The usual Joel wants to kill Scott really bad

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bluedragonfairy2000]

A few days ago I mentioned having and idea for a hermitcraft/life series/empires au based off of some songs that I have been listening to lately. Now while I didn’t get much feedback on the idea I figured after having a few days to mull it over I might as well post it since even if it doesn’t get a lot of love, I’ll never know until I post it and it would be a good to free up some head space before going back to school. Though I do want to thank the people who did like it as I really appreciate it! It kept me from scraping the idea all together.

Given how long the story is turning out to be I might break it into parts to make it more manageable to read. It will probably be at least three parts with the synopsis being the first part, the prologue/background being a second part, and the actual story being the third part. I will break up the story more if I think it needs it, and I will link all of them here

Synopsis (Here), Prologue, Story

Ok first off! This au is inspired by multiple songs! So I am going to quickly give a shout out to them and their creators.

Tower of Ai by Hitoshizuku x Yama and animatic by Kaurnival.

Daughter of Evil by Mothy, revenge version English cover by JubyPhonics

The Court Jester by Joe Swensen, Featuring Fukase.

The King by Rosendale

The Lonely Prince by Rosendale

Fairy King by Rosendale

The Pond by Rosendale

Elements of Royalty au:

Most of the prologue is based off of Tower of Ai by Vocaloid and animatic by Kaurnival. As it features most of the life series group. (i.e. Grian, Scott, Pearl, Scar, Bdubs, Joel, Gem, Cleo, Lizzie, and Jimmy). Beyond this point is spoilers for the Tower of Ai song as well as basic run though of what the story for this au will be. So go watch/listen if you don’t want to be spoiled before you see/hear it.

Prologue:

I will go more in detail when I write the Prologue for this au but basically the world where these characters live has fallen into ruin because The Ancient Builders wanted to stop relying on the Watchers to protect them. Since the cost of the Watcher’s protection was that selected people would have to fight in death games. In response to that when the next time the Watcher’s became bored the next time they just threw every natural disaster in the book at them. When it seemed like everyone was going to die the Watcher’s decided to send a prophecy that chosen person (Grian) could go retrieve 9 gifts that relate to the world and restore the balance, but he would have to travel to a tower at the ends of the earth to do so. Not wanting to go alone Grian asked around and Scott, Pearl, Scar, Bdubs, Joel, Gem, Cleo, Lizzie, and Jimmy were the only ones who would go with him. As they travel the group gets extremely close as they face dangerous situations together and only survive thanks to their friendship. Once they finally reach the tower Grian goes to relieve the first gift only for Scott to come in at the last second and steal it. This sets up a pattern where each of the nine people who came with Grian steal one of the nine gifts Grian was supposed to receive In the end Grian is left alone feeling betrayed and like he failed to save the world. Climbing up the tower he finds that the nine gifts are actually waiting for him there and it’s revealed that this was all an elaborate trick set up by the Watchers. The Watchers had sent all of the others a vision of what would happen if Grian took the gifts. Basically the original gifts were traps, and whoever took them would be killed as a kind of sacrifice to reveal the real gifts. So each member of the group decided to sacrifice themselves in hopes that once the real gifts had been revealed that Grian would be able to use them and save the world. None of them informed Grian of this as they knew he would try to stop them if he found out what they were doing. Each of the members of the group died in a way that related to each gift. Scott drowned, Pearl was burned alive, Scar basically had all of the water drained out of him a dehydrated, Bdubs went insane and since the song doesn’t make this clear probably died of sleep deprivation or disappeared all together. Joel was torn apart by vines, Gem was struck down by lightning, Cleo was torn apart by blades of wind, Lizzie froze to death, and Jimmy was consumed by lava. When Grian receives the true gifts he also gets to witness what happened to his friends as well as being shown why they did this. At this Grian is devastated as now even if he does manage to save the world he will have to do it without his friends and the he was basically the cause of their demise. So in misery he tries to fulfill his friends last wish to bring their world back to glory all the while mourning the lost of those he held dearest.

This is basically where the Tower of Ai ends and my au begins. This story was created when I tried to figure out the the other members of the life series (Ren, Martyn, Etho, Impulse, Skizz, Tango, and Mumbo) would fit in, and they would possibly met the other members of life smp if they had all died. So I’m this au when Grian tries to restore the world his desire for his friends to be alive is stronger than his desire to fix a already decaying world. So the Watchers run with that and offer to fulfill his desire since he won their game. When he agrees the world that the group has lived in fades away and all the people basically have quick painless death as they fade into oblivious. When Grian gets angry and confused at what the Watcher have done they explained that his desire was for his friends to be alive and since their souls were now trapped in the gifts they bestowed upon him they had to clear away the old world in order to create a new one where his friends could be alive. Grian is stunned to hear this but before he can do anything the Watchers take the gifts and use them to create the new world. In the process each member of the group is revived as they become the immortal spirit of their element.

Scott becomes the spirit of water able to control the ocean, rain and anything else made of water.

Pearl becomes the spirit of fire with her dog Tilly (who is going to be with her in the full story) as the embodiment of smoke.

Scar becomes the spirit of light, able to not only control light but magic and luck as well (gambling man)

Bdubs becomes the spirit of darkness, able to control the monsters of the night.

Joel becomes the spirit of the earth, able to create massive earthquakes.

Gem becomes the spirit of lightning, usually only showing up during stormy weather.

Cleo becomes the spirit of the winds, able to guide ships along their course.

Lizzie becomes the spirit of ice and snow, able to create blizzards.

Jimmy becomes the spirit of lava, he doesn’t have a vary big role in the overworld but with a new nightmarish dimension added into this world he had dominion over the nether.

Grian is overjoyed to see his friends alive again but the he stops when he realizes that while the Watchers did make a new world they didn’t put him in it. They instead left him on the remains of his old world which was just a singular tower on a floating island in the void. The Watcher’s tell him that as compensation for having to take his gifts away they we give him three new ones. The first is the remains of his old home which they refer to as the End dimension, the second is the ability to have control of death in the new world they created. However this will make him unable to visit the new world as since he is the embodiment of death now if he goes there the world will wither away at his presence. Lastly they give him the gift of being able to Watch over his friends for all eternity. With that the Watchers leave grian to his cruel fate. Forever knowing his friends are alive but being just out of reach of them as he sit in a dead world.

This is where the main story kicks in. After centuries have past the rest of our main cast (Ren, Martyn, BigB, Etho, Impulse, Skizz, and Mumbo) are born into the world that was created by Grian’s wish. I won’t go too in depth here since this post is already long enough. The last things I will cover is this first Mumbo won’t be making a appearance until late into the story. I have a good role for him it just won’t show up till later. Secondly Tango isn’t initially a blaze hybrid. I know that odd but I have a good reason! The only people who are initially hybrids are Ren and Martyn. Lastly I have been really into Fabric Fsntasy SMP so for this au Martyn with be a Ice Dragonborn.

Main Story Synopsis:

Prince Ren had been on the brink of death after being kicked out of his kingdom by his greedy father and his ruthless citizens. If he hadn’t accidentally stepped into Martyn cave he probably would have given up long ago and just let himself be consumed by the elements. As it was now though he and Martyn had found a surprisingly loyal group of companions and were spending their days traveling the land and hunting down new and exciting challenges. It had been months since his exile and Ren could honestly say he had never been happier. While he still held onto a few fond memories of his time growing up his fathers castle, deep down he had known that the kingdom hadn’t been his home in some time, if it ever was to begin with. He had easily discarded the idea of trying to go back and reclaim his thrown, However, after months of nomadic lifestyle and dungeon crawling he was starting to become desperate for a sense of stability for not just him but the companions he had made during his exile. With the only skills he had being the ones taught to him as the crown prince, Ren was unsure how to give his new friends the comfortable life he desired for him. So in a bid that was probably caused but what little bit of childhood naivety hadn’t been stamped out by father he made a wish on a falling star that he could be given the powers to create a paradise where he and his friends could live out the rest of their days in peace. Unfortunately for Ren there were forces out there that had been Watching over him for some time. Hearing his wish They decided to grant it but in a way that he would come to regret.

[legally-allowed-to-slime]

Gem’s sitting on the edge of the plank that hangs over their hill.

“Why’s your eye blue?”

“I don’t know, Scott, why’s half of my body overtaken by a dark, unknown substance that’s slowly eating me out from the inside?” Gem replies, staring at the water a hundred feet down.

“Well, you wouldn’t want me to stroll up and ask you why you’re fifty percent possessed.” Scott doesn’t sit down, but starts munching on a potato. “Plus, I have experience with sudden heterochromia too, you know.”

It’s a light conversation, but the undertones are obvious, like skating on the thin ice lying on the surface of a deep river. Gem sighs.

“It’s not the first time it’s happened.”

Scott nods. “Yeah, I know, Cub and that fog. That was sculk, I have no idea what this is.”

Gem winces as a cherry leaf brushes across her face.

“It hurts?” Scott asks, his expression concerned.

“No, it…” Gem turns to look at Scott for the first time in the whole exchange. Her face is half human, half shadow, and the eye on the afflicted side is, indeed, a murky, dimly glowing navy. “Scott, that’s why I’m worried. It doesn’t feel just fine, it feels… good. Like it was always meant to be this way.”

“Oh,” Scott says. “That sounds wrong.”

“Do you have any ideas what it could be?”

“Well, uh… we could ask Grian, check if it might be a yellow side effect.”

-

“No chance.”

Grian’s rolled up the sleeves of his demure red sweater, standing in the middle of a cow pen outside of the hollowed-out mountain Etho, Cleo, and he calls home. He squints at Gem.

“I mean, come on, or all the other yellows would’ve gotten it too.” The former Watcher elaborates, before jumping out of the pen to closer inspect Gem’s new look. “I’ve never seen this before. The only thing I can think of that’s… infecting you is the End, but you didn’t even go into the portal. Why ask me?”

“We thought you would know, being, you know, Watcher-related…” Scott grins nervously.

“I thought you weren’t a big fan of them in the first place.” Grian says, obtaining a quick nod from Gem before prodding the affected arm.

“Well, you know…” Scott chuckles sheepishly.

“The End?” Gem asks, still a few sentences behind.

“Yes, the End,” Grian doesn’t straighten up since he’s shorter than Gem anyway. “But you didn’t even go in- how- I have no idea. Stop asking me!”

He groans. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m so grumpy, it’s just- when you got here it was like there was a conflicting presence. Oh, I sound crazy.”

“Wow, you hate me?” Gem jokes. “I’m hurt.”

“Not you, it’s the-” Grian frowns and gestures to her left side. “Ugh! I feel really- like there’s some sort of eavesdropper around. I mean, normally even that wouldn’t bother me, but it’s different. Like more… persistent.”

Scott, who has had one too many run-ins with the higher entities between being a winner and having a history with Jimmy, has caught on. “Oh, is it because of the Watchers’ rivalry with the Li-?”

“I’m not a Watcher!” Grian quickly interrupts him. “Just hurry up and leave before I stab you, it’s not your fault, I just feel like there’s someone spying. Stop listening!” He suddenly shouts to no one.

No one. Unless…

“Grian, you sure you’re oka-” Gem is cut off by Scott hastily saying “Gem, let’s just go now.”

“Right.” Gem, who is incredibly confused, scurries away with Scott.

-

And then she’s back in her base again, lying on the bed and holding her arm above her to watch how the blue glimmers in the light.

It’s captivating. She knows it should be bad, but she’s pretty sure it’s already taken half her soul by now, and she can’t help but fall into its trap.

The question is, what is it?

It must’ve been the End. She created the army that would defeat the dimension’s ruler, and the End… remembers. It must be some kind of revenge, some sort of punishment, to drag her over to the darkness. If you can’t beat ‘em, make ‘em join you.

Somehow she feels like that isn’t all.

Despite all of Grian’s superficial denials, everyone knows that the winged Watcher is… well, a Watcher, probably because he still has the wings.

He felt wrong when Gem was around. Like someone was hearing them- no, listening to them.

Gem watches her left hand curl up into a fist, outlined by the torch’s light. She remembers Scott’s words. Is it because of the Watchers’ rivalry with the Li-

Her eyes open, then open again.

And for half a second, she can hear every conversation, every whisper, every secret.

She Listens.

[floweryred]

In Last Life, Joel didn’t have any real allies.

It wasn’t entirely his fault, I suppose, becoming the Boggieman on his second session, losing four lives trying to get a kill, and managing to make an enemy out of everyone in the process. However, Scar was also the Boggieman, and he didn’t die once. Most people didn’t die trying to get a kill. Still, it’s hard not to feel a little bad for him. His start was promising, too. Partnered with Scar on magical mountain with five lives. However, three poor attempts at murder and one risky gamble with Tango put him as a red in his second session, guaranteeing that he was alone.

And then what became of him? When Joel didn’t have any allies, he really tried to keep himself entertained. He’s not very good at setting traps, but with nobody to stop him (or nobody to help him) he runs around for two whole sessions attempting to get a kill. And he sort of loses his mind? Getting more and more desperate to the point to screaming, giggling(?), And even saying at one point “going a bit mad, going a bit mental.” In a high pitched singsong voice.

And when he finally got one, Grian, and took him down to red life, Joel said “…now I have a friend”. And then he got another one, Cleo. The pure joy you can hear in his voice when he gets both of these is honestly adorable. But he is so desperate for blood. (And you could say that it’s because he was red, but I don’t think so. Because he’s been red other times, and he wasn’t this insane.) and he worked tirelessly, failing over and over again, until he found a friend. And then, like I’ve said, they were inseparable, dying screaming each others names.

Because when Joel was alone, without any allies, he immediately lost his mind. And he worked tirelessly to force an alliance through bloodshed.

In Double Life, Pearl didn’t have any real allies.

This sounds almost impossible. She was soul-bound to Scott, but they were not allied. It was simply decided that she was not wanted, and so she was cast away. She wasn’t even allies with Martyn, who was also cast away from his soulmate. Instead, she was forced in to a tower alone.

And then what became of her? Well, Pearl made her own ally, her own soulmate. A wolf, Tilly. And then Tilly dies and she gets another Tilly. She was alone, but she manages to make the best of her situation, finding a way to torture the soulmate who abandoned her with powdered snow. She makes a habit of stealing “as a joke”, which eventually gets her killed. (Side note, Joel actually killed them both times. Good for him ig).

She doesn’t face her soulmate until the fifth session, but it was more out of necessity and “safety in numbers” (Along with Cleo and Martyn). But their alliance is uneasy and very on-and-off. Still, Pearl does very well on her own, managing to keep herself sane with just her dogs. The only time she kills (aside from the end) anyone is when her true soulmate, Tilly, is killed in the final session and she gets revenge. And she takes on Martyn and Cleo with just her wolves as a final battle. And she still wins. And Pearl emerges from Double life victorious.

(I’m ignoring Scott’s self-sacrifice)

Because when Pearl was alone, she was entirely self-reliant and managed to get a victory.

In Secret Life, Scar and Lizzie didn’t have any real allies.

I’ve already posted about this, so I will keep it shorter. But Lizzie and Scar both had no allies.

Lizzie kicked Cleo out of her area at the very start. Cleo built a horrible oak platform over her cherry blossom one and Lizzie “evicted” her. And then she never managed to make another ally. She taunted Grian for not having friends (instead of offering to join him or something) and seemed relatively content alone until her task requires the whole server to cooperate and she couldn’t get anyone to listen to her. Nobody came to her party (which to be fair, was probably because they were already suspicious of her trying to get them to go to The End) and she was killed by Jimmy when trying to cheer herself up. She went around trying desperately to do her red tasks. And then she died first, alone in the void, attempting to kill Scott.

Because when Lizzie was alone, she did so poorly she broke Jimmy’s Canary Curse.

But Scar, well, Scar was evil. He usually is. He didn’t make any allies in Last Life either, and he was fine. But Scar was different because he at some point decided not to be evil. But he had to. The Secret Keeper forced him to. And he would tell himself “I’m going to make friends today” and then would instead need to be ‘disliked by a majority of people on the server’ or ‘do the opposite of whatever anyone tells you’. But he built a reputation as a general nuisance instead of a threat. And so in the finale, he managed to join up with multiple alliances and nobody stopped him, because he was seen as harmless. And he stuck with an alliance he was never a part of until it had fallen to pieces and he and Pearl were the only ones left in it. And he didn’t kill her, instead using her to take out Gem. And then they were the only ones left. And then he did kill her. Finishing his final task.

Because when Scar was alone, he managed to scam and villain his way in to victory.

Well?

Maybe you’ve noticed something. Two people, Lizzie and Joel, did very poorly. And they sort of went crazy. While SL Scar and Pearl both won, despite their lack of friendships and alliances.

And the difference between the two groups, is that the people who did poorly…? Honestly I’m not sure. I think it may just be that the people who went crazy tried to go on a murderous rampage/ just were generally unpleasant and were seen as threats because of it. But then, SL Scar was the same way? Maybe it’s just because he’d built a reputation, but Joel and Lizzie had both only played one season before their nonsense. Or maybe it’s just because some people aren’t meant to be that alone.

Maybe we’ll never know.

*(I specified SL Scar because Last Life Scar also had no allies but I didn’t want to write about him twice. And SL Scar balanced out my 2/2 thing)

[melmac78]

Here’s chapter 5 of the USS Lexington story.

Small chapter before the big stuff comes around… though after the next chapter I have some major rewrites so it’ll be a bit of time and more sporadic.

I don’t have photo of the party room, so enjoy more of the hangar deck and photos of the dentist room in the lower deck tour - as it relates to this chapter.

Fun facts - 1. the plain wall behind the nose of the plane above and far back of the third photo are the fire walls mentioned in part 4. They are normally not closed - this was prep for a rodeo banquet. 2. Elmo’s was a real restaurant in Corpus Christi. Sadly, it’s out of business and the building was recently torn down.

Previous chapters:

Four Three Two One

•••••••

The next morning was mostly cloudy, adding some coolness to the non-climate controlled decks.

The Tracys had a different form of cool however - they had their birthday celebration for Scott.

Between the five brothers they ate all of a large triple chocolate birthday cake and enjoyed food catered by Elmo’s.

It was fitting it was from Elmo’s - the revived 1950s style restaurant offered a variety of food items one would see in the ‘40s as well.

The brothers ate burgers, shakes, and even local items such as seafood stuffed mushrooms and potato skins.

A few of the Boy Scouts peeked inside hangar bay three where the Tracys held the party.

Virgil saw the boys and, after they all visited and talked about the Thunderbirds and Scott, felt bad when their leader gently collected them for chow in the wardroom.

Scott agreed and immediately contacted the mess deck to see if they could arrange for more cakes to be brought on board for after the evening's mess.

"That's really thoughtful of you, Virg," Gordon said when he heard his oldest brother finish the call.

He then tossed a thumb at his youngest. "Just keep Alan away - If he digs in like he did just now, he will have to have his stomach pumped."

Alan stuck out his tongue in retort, making the others chuckle. “I didn’t eat *that* much,” he retorted.

His “partner in crime” however continued.

"Well, even though they *are* technically museum displays now, there is a sick bay on board and a dental clinic too," Gordon teased loudly enough for and the others to hear him. “I'll be happy to swap out the mannequins and fill all of the cavities Alan will get.”

"I won't get sick! Grandma didn't make this cake," said the youngest.

Sally for her part just quirked an eyebrow, deciding that Alan being teased was enough reprimand for insulting her cooking.

Besides, Max did give her a few positive chirps last time her cookies were just dark brown and not black.

"It's not who made it that worries us, it's the amount you consumed,” said Scott, chuckling.

The middle brother, who was still savoring his slice of cake, looked up, pretending to be serious. “Right," John said. “Just don't get seasick. If you do, I'm not cleaning it up!"

Alan saw John’s eyes twinkle in mischief, but pouted, indignant. "I don't get seasick. Besides this boat is hardly rocking at all being secured to the dock permanently for tours."

"This 'boat' is an aircraft carrier - a ship. Plus, it doesn't rock even when out to sea in a storm," corrected Scott, who then ruffled his brother’s hair. “Now, why don't you go burn off some of those calories you just ate?"

Gordon smiled, thinking of the perfect place to make his younger speed loving brother smile. “Come on Alan, let's go try out the flight simulator," he suggested.

Alan took the opening for “revenge.”.

“Yeah, after you flew Thunderbird Two that time over the ocean, you could use the flight practice,” he teased.

Gordon raised his eyebrow and lightly punched Alan's arm.

"Ow!" Alan cried in mock pain and chased Gordon in the room.

Scott grabbed both of them by their shirt collars as they went by. "No running! This ship is a memorial - people died on these decks! Decorum needs to be addressed!" he scolded almost a parody of Jacob's drill sergeant routine.

The others laughed, much to the two youngest’s chagrin.

"Sorry, Scott," Gordon mumbled.

Yeah, sorry," Alan added.

Scott let go of their collars. “Good,” he said, then checked mischievously. “You better be or I'll tell the ship leader you had your shirts untucked.”

Gordon and Alan yelped - knowing if they were caught they'd be doing pushups later that evening, and they left at a much more leisurely pace to the simulator.

They also tucked in their already secured shirt tails in - just in case.

Scott shook his head with a slight smile and waved them away.

Grandma Tracy laughed and waved Scott back into the room. "Come on over Scott, we have a toast for the birthday boy," said Sally.

Seeing the bottle, he smiled."Really? You guys have already done so much!" Scott began.

"Not yet," Virgil said, handing him a glass. “There’s other events in Corpus we’re going to do too you know.”

Scott laughed. “True, but this one is already unforgettable,” he said as Sally poured the glasses.

Virgil then raised his glass. “Here's to the guy that stepped up when needed, the guy that keeps us all together and working to continue our father's dream,” he said to the eldest.

They all clinked their tin mess cups and took a sip. Seeing Scott's look at the taste, Grandma Tracy chuckled. "It's sparkling grape juice right now - if only out of caution for the younger set, but we'll take you out for a real drink later on this afternoon," she said.

John however wondered if he actually had a real drink.

The air felt warmer than normal - and it was climate controlled. He felt slightly unsteady, with a minute roar in his ears.

He was the first to sit down, hard and rubbed a hand over his face. Virgil looked at him and noticed John’s uneasy countenance.

"Hey bro, are you okay?" queried Virgil.

The younger man looked up at Virgil, who was to his relief in focus. "Yeah, fine why?" John asked, bewildered.

"You look beat," Virgil answered.

The middle brother was going to respond when his eldest took a closer look. “Yeah, your cheeks are red too," Scott added, not adding he too was concerned about John's confused look.

"Really? I feel fine," dismissed John. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Virgil narrowed his eyes at the slight sway the younger man gave, and confused look.

When John paled slightly in the process, Virgil broached the issue gently. “No… I don’t think so. I think you’re feeling dizzy, maybe even a bit faint.”

John shook his head adamantly. "No ... I feel fine," he said, starting to get up.

He paused in mid-action. "On sec...ond..." he faltered...

A gentle set of hands set him in the chair again. Another hand rested on his neck, guiding him into putting his head between his knees. "Deep breaths kiddo," said Sally, gently rubbing her grandson’s back.

The astronaut mumbled as he felt his head clear from the change in position. *OK, maybe I was caught off guard there,* he mused, starting to become more alert.

He then slowly sat up with Scott and Virgil's help. "Sorry Scott... heck of a way to celebrate your birthday," said the astronaut, not missing Virgil grab his left wrist to check his pulse.

Virgil was relieved to find John’s skin felt cooler than yesterday’s spell.

The eldest however gently scoffed. "Don't be John. Virgil said you had a rough night and we knew this was going to take a bit out of you, even if you hadn't experienced space sickness," said Scott, standing and offering out a hand.

"Listen, why don't you go back to the berths and rest a bit? I’ll ask Jacob to make sure the living quarters is a quiet zone.”

John pondered the offer, but shook his head. "But what about the guided tour through the new part about to open?"

"Tour can wait - I'd rather you rest," said Scott, who then grinned mischievously. "I mean, you don't want your eldest brother to celebrate his birthday carrying his fainted brother through the corridors in the soon-to-be longest tour route... right?"

Those words had the impact needed when the astronaut glared at him.

Scott knew John hated being carried.

The astronaut then chuckled in concession. “All right Scott," said John, taking his brother's hand. He admitted that maybe a rest would be good. After all, they would be competing in a scavenger hunt later that evening.

But with the Tracy brothers… even a scavenger hunt can become the start of a different - and dangerous - kind of adventure.

[loudblonde]

Whumptober day 2: Trust issues. Simon "Ghost" Riley x Male Reader

Warnings: Hurt no comfort

word count: 1,2K

Simon blew out smoke as he sat on the edge of the bed. The sound of water running was filling the silent motel room. Cigarette smoke curled through the air and dissipated into the stained ceiling.

Shame was a constant in his life. Shame, guilt, and sadness. All emotions with which he was too familiar. The loss of his family. His old team being wiped off the map. The death of new friends and now a mole. He could not trust anyone.

Simon let a hand go through his hair, his dirty blonde hair was growing too long, not that anyone saw under the mask. He would need a haircut soon. Simon would probably just do it himself.

His mind wandered to the Scott he was so familiar with, a man whom he had come to love. A man he could not trust anyone. Too many of the 141 classified files had been leaked from the servers. Laswell’s team of computer nerds could not find traces of someone within the system, so it had to have been someone on base.

His mind was reeling, going over every operative he knew, every personal he had seen around. Or it had been a visitor, someone’s family.

Maybe even management.

Price?

Laswell herself?

He hoped not.

He wanted it not to be.

It would be the second family he lost.

His mind spiralled and paranoia settled in.

Perhaps this was Roba again. If anyone could survive that, it would be a cockroach like him. Roba would surely want revenge. Surely. Or Roba had a kid, someone Simon missed. A brother perhaps? A sister? Lover? Male lover?

Simon felt a hand on his shoulder and grabbed the wrist attached, he pinned the person to the bed, his hand went for a hidden knife only to look at the man he was spending the night with. Someone in a similar business as him, another lone wolf. (Y/N), AKA Chip, a mercenary and assassin raised in the business.

The cigarette was burning on the carpet.

(Y/N) did not struggle against him, he just looked up at him amused. His skin was still damp from the shower. Little droplets of water had soaked into the bed. Simons shoulders were still tense as they, for just a moment, had a stare off. Simon was poised to kill.

“Simon, do you mind letting go of me?” (Y/N) asked. His tone had not been mocking or judgemental. Just a calmly stated question.

Simon got off him and ran another hand through his hair. “Sorry.” He huffed out, his voice gruff. He looked to the cigarette and huffed before picking it up and stepping on the embers that had gathered. He barely even noticed the slight burn from it.

“Rough week.” (Y/N) said as he slowly sat up. The hickeys on his neck were barely visible but Simon knew they were there, as he knew the bruises on (Y/N)’s hips, legs, and arms. Love bruises. “I get it… anything you want to talk about?”

Simon sat down numbly, his mind going a thousand miles an hour. “We have a mole.” He did not know why he shared that.

“Ah, yes, unfortunately that is a thing… want me to find who the leak may be?” (Y/N) asked.

Simon looked over. “That would be mixing pleasure and business.”

“You wouldn’t have to pay me.” (Y/N) said.

Simon shrugged. “I don’t think my boss would like that a lot…” he said.

(Y/N) chuckled. “Price? I don’t think he would mind me helping.” There was something in his voice. Not amusement, not joy…. Just a sense of knowing something that Simon did not, something (Y/N) was smug about.

“You know him or something?” Simon asked.

A slight smirk tugged on (Y/N)’s lips, the dimness of the room made it look wider then it was. “You could say that.” He said vaguely.

Simon rolled his eyes. “Brat.”

(Y/N) gasped. “Brat?” He asked with faux offence. He leaned against Simon. “I am not a brat.”

Simon gave him a look. “How do you know Price?”

“Well, I saw him at all my birthdays and every other Christmas.” (Y/N) said.

Birthdays and Christmas… sounded domestic. Like Price was- no…. “Price ya’ dad?”

(Y/N) nodded against him. “Yes, he is. I know, shocking, though when him and mum… well did the dirty tango, he was still young, just out of boot camp. Condom broke and well mum is religious, so she didn’t abort me not that she wanted. She raised a mini her.”

“A mini viper?” Simon asked amused. “God, that sounds dangerous.”

“Oh aye… you want my help?” He asked.

Simon nodded. “Alright… Sure.”

“Great, I will ask my resources, meanwhile you, good sir, will need a way to stop your thoughts from spiralling.” (Y/N) said before pulling Simon down for a cuddle. His arms wrapped around him.

Simon huffed out. “You are terrible” He rested against the pillow, his rough hands lazily went up and down the others back. Just the way Simon knew (Y/N) liked.

(Y/N) hummed in satisfaction. “Sleep well, Simon.” He said before slowly falling asleep. Simon watched (Y/N) chest rise and fall. His mind slowly wandered off as he too fell asleep.

When he woke, there was no sign of the other having even been there. (Y/N) was long gone. The bed had been cold for hours.

A week of paranoia went by, everyone was eating alone and sleeping with one eye open.

Simon was called into a meeting with Price and Laswell. “We found the leak.” Price gruff voice said.

Simon raised his eyebrow beneath the mask. “Leak and not a mole?”

Laswell nodded to a pin (Y/N) had given Simon. “Take it off, Ghost.”

He reached up and took it off before handing it over. His hands were trembling a bit as his mind went through the motions.

Laswell touched a device to it which beeped, she smashed the pin open which revealed a little device hidden inside. “Who gave you that pin?” She asked.

Simons eyes starred at the pin. A gift. Something he wore every damn day. A source of joy for him. A source of- no not love, not anymore. The pin left a bitter taste in his mind. “(Y/N) (L/N).”

“Chip, motherfucking Chip?” Price asked.

Simon nodded numbly. “Yeah… he was… a good friend. Clearly, he was using me.”

Simon felt dirty and ill. A man he had trusted enough to sleep besides. A man he had been underneath. Shown enough vulnerability to for him to tie him up. Simon barely got his mask off and barely even registered the bucket being given to him before he puked.

Betrayal.

Absolute betrayal.

He wretched his breakfast up and kept going until there was nothing left. He had been used. Like a whore. Like rubbish. (Y/N) had manipulated him.

Simons eyes closed as he willed the stinging tears away. His world was swimming around him. The smell of putrid stomach acid was burning his nose as the stomach acid itself was burning his mouth.

He looked to Price with broken eyes, hurt eyes. The older mans comforting eyes looked to him with pity.

Laswell handed him a glass and Simon washed his mouth, he leaned back and looked down. “I thought he loved me.” He whispered.

[horrorgeoff]

TELL ME EVERYTHING ABOUT THE AU OMG

wait if brick got stuck to a pole and…. WHO IS BRICK DATING???

Brick isn't really dating anyone, it was just Sugar taking advantage of the romantic tension between him and Jo. So I guess Jo technically was in his soul according to the song.

For the second I'm going to do a full summary of the au, which will be very long so I'm putting it under the cut.

Revenge Tour AU Summary

Teams

Team Victory: Jo, Zoey, Staci, Brick, Sam

Team Amazon: Anne Maria, Dakota, Cameron, B, Sugar

Team Chris: Scott, Mike, Lightning, Topher, Dawn

Now if you see something up with this cast, it's because this cast is the entire ROTI cast plus Sugar and Topher. They're playing the roles of the World Tour newcomers here.

Episode 1/2: Zoey badly wants to be friends with Anne Maria, but is also nervous about her relationship with Vito and is worrying about it leading to Mike cheating on her with Anne Maria. But there's no way that could ever lead anywhere, right? Speaking of Anne Maria, this episode is a simple one as at the end of the episode, she quits and runs off into the Europe for a free vacation, seeing that in this AU she already won the previous season and doesn't really want to be there again. And of course, Topher gave his team the name "Team Chris is Really Really Really Really Hot".

Episode 3: Scott starts an alliance with Topher to control the game and pick and choose who they want off, but Sugar sees them and spies on them. Team Victory wins the pinball, which means they win the second part of the challenge by proxy. Unfortunately, Lightning costs Team Chris the challenge by trying to boss them around, sort of like how he was eliminated in All Stars. Lightning kind of needs to go early for later parts of the AU to work, so I decided to have Team Chris eliminate him here on a bad note. Team Victory gets first class.

Episode 4: You know what happens here but I'll summarise it anyway. Team Victory wins the good sled and Jo pulls for them, with B pulling for Team Amazon and Svetlana pulling for Team Chris. Team Amazon gets the shitty sled, but it doesn't matter because Sugar tricks Brick into kissing her when they're waiting together and Brick gets stuck to the pole, costing Team Victory the challenge. Jo gets super mad and frustrated at this so she gets the others to vote him off. Meanwhile, Scott is very impressed with Sugar using such a brazen strategy and getting away with it like that. Team Amazon gets first class.

Episode 5: This is still a non-elimination episode, but the main highlight is Chris showing a very clear dislike of Topher, prompting Topher to put his phone-stealing plot from PI into action, same as usual. This mainly confuses and annoys Scott as he thought he was working with him, so he turns to Mike for a temporary in-team alliance and to Sugar because of her strategy in the previous challenge, since he's Scott and he kind of needs allies. Speaking of Sugar, Sugar is currently blackmailing B into helping her with Dakota and Cameron sort of acting as her lackies. Also since Topher has largely been abandoned by Scott at this point, he grows close with Dawn this episode and he shares his plans of taking over as host with her. Team Chris wins first class and the reward.

Episode 6: This goes mostly the same as the original, but with Shawn and Jasmine as the Aftermath hosts and Lightning taking the role of Blaineley.

Episode 7: Team Amazon wins the sausage sled race. Also Sam and Dakota, who had broken up between seasons because of a bad meet-the-parents experience, got back together this episode. But not really for long, since Sugar started working her ways again with Sam and makes advances for the two to kiss multiple times. Sam declines, and says he doesn't want a repeat of Brick and he has a girlfriend. Sugar tries to badmouth Dakota to get him to be closer to her. Mike and Scott have another fight and Mike hits Scott off of the platform and knocks his tooth out as well, disqualifying Team Chris. However, Team Victory ultimately loses. Jo, Zoey and Staci find out what was happening between Sam and Sugar and vote out Sam. Team Amazon gets first class.

Episode 8: This is still a non-elimination, but Team Chris and Team Amazon team up by proxy of Scott and Sugar's alliance, and also by proxy they get lost together. The Zing-Zing actors take in Scott as their "god" and give him the gold tooth and threaten to kill everyone else, putting a question on Scott's moral character after his juicy development from the previous seasons. Dakota gets hit with Cam's Epipen and sings the "rap". Overall, Scott would've likely been voted out if it weren't a non-elimination round. Chris also revealed the phone prank on Topher at the "elimination" ceremony, sending him on a downwards spiral. Team Victory gets first class.

Episode 9: Team Chris is kind of mad at Scott right now for the previous episode. Dakota learns about what Sugar said to Sam that got him eliminated. She tries to confront her multiple times, but fails and ends up confiding in Cameron, who doesn't take her word for it. Meanwhile, Topher is doing shit all and is just sitting around crying because of Chris and Dawn is the only one who is willing to help him. He also sings "Paris in the Springtime". Sugar sees Dakota talking shit about her to Cameron and threatens Staci into blabbing about how to win the challenge since Jo had a whole game plan and everything. This leads to Team Amazon winning and Team Victory losing, with Jo and Zoey voting Staci out for blabbing. Now Team Victory is just down to Jo and Zoey. Team Amazon gets first class.

Episode 10: This is still a non-elimination, as in canon. Cameron starts to seriously consider Dakota's claims about Sugar from the previous episode and consults B about Sugar, but since B is currently being blackmailed he can't say anything. Dawn is asking Mike for help with Topher, but Mike is currently struggling with his own inner turmoil of Vito really badly missing Anne Maria to the point of trying to convince Mike to date Anne Maria instead of Zoey in the headspace. Dakota tries to solve her problem by making an alliance with Team Victory. Jo, Zoey and Dakota have the "give me back the tape" confessional scene. Team Chris gets first class and Team Amazon loses.

Episode 11: In this episode, Sugar reveals Dakota's alliance with Team Victory, putting her and the team on full blast. Dakota calls Sugar a slippery eel since she was taking her time and giving her chances and she slipped right out of her hands. Sugar chalks this up to her "magnificent brains". Topher sneaks in the cockpit and gets Chris to crash the plane, fully cementing a rift between Chris and Topher that's mostly treated as a running gag from here on. Dawn is also very concerned for Topher as he has a dark and negative aura right now. Team Chris wins and Team Amazon are sent to elimination, with Sugar getting Cam and B to vote out Dakota. After the ceremony, B finally stands up to Sugar, agrees with Dakota and breaks off their blackmail alliance.

Episode 12: The fundraiser still happens, with Lightning trying to get Sam and Dakota to physically fight to get them to make up like in Episode 6 of canon, but they just make out, angering Lightning. Staci Wheel is also a thing that happens.

Episode 13: This episode is a big one. Zoey confesses to Jo that she's actually glad that Anne Maria is gone, as the two have grown pretty close as friends over the past few episodes. But in the challenge, Team Chris finds Anne Maria hanging out at a nightclub and they kidnap her to take back into the game, which gives them the win in the challenge despite Team Victory actually technically winning. This also means that Team Amazon loses, and Sugar gets Cameron to vote out B with her. But it doesn't affect anything numbers-wise, as Chris gets Anne Maria to rejoin Team Amazon. Speaking of Anne Maria... after the elimination ceremony, Dawn goes to use the confessional and walks in on something big... Anne Maria and Mike kissing.

[idontknowreallywhy]

This was not at all the way I thought this fic was going but a certain scene took over my mind, and I literally couldn’t do anything else until I’d got it down… Virgil refused to do as he was told and got carried away and then Scott took me by surprise and got heavily involved also. It needed an external viewpoint so Gordon has now inexplicably shoehorned himself into the action… let’s just say it got very out of control.

It also doesn’t advance the plot in any way at all, adds absolutely nothing to the mystery and no hints for the solution either. So let’s call it a little interlude (chapter 3b-i perhaps) and then forget it ever happened 😂

Apologies if this gives anyone a persistent earworm, but I hope I’ve conveyed the mental image well enough to make it a fun one… and it can’t be all classical all the time, can it?

*cackles*

Release

Gordon had been in the next town over using a dozer-pod to assist with clearing some of the more major roads. The rescue Virgil had dropped him off for turned out to be fairly straightforward once he’d cleared the entrance of the old stadium and everyone had just walked out. Frankly it had been a while since he’d had a non-traumatic mission and so when asked if he could lend a hand with this more mundane task he was more than happy to make it worth the effort of configuring the pod.

The only hitch had been where his comm unit had started glitching out - he’d managed to relay a static-filled message to John with his location and that he was safe and would wait for Two to collect him. John had confirmed receipt but all had gone quiet since.

Becoming increasingly bored, and with nothing better to do Gordon figured he’d start making his way back down the road towards where his brothers were finishing off. The pod should have a few miles’ worth of juice left and it was better just than hanging around waiting in the dark. He attached a storm lantern to the roof of the pod to make sure Virgil wouldn’t miss him when he flew over.

The “make a start on the journey” soon became “make the entire journey”. Finding both One and Two dark and empty in a field outside town, Gordon sighed, left the pod there and started trekking down the road towards civilisation.

Mildly grumpy at being abandoned, he decided the best revenge would be to sneak up on them, whatever they were doing and cause some mischief. Maybe see if he could trigger that rare girlish screech both the bigger bros could emit when unexpectedly jabbed in the side below the ribs. Gordon could be immensely stealthy when required, a fact not commonly recognised by his family due to the more usual clownish strutting style of movement he favoured. He strode along, fuelled by the unique variety of adrenaline released by full scale plotting.

Gordon’s recall of the town centre itself was hazier than his older brothers’ and the pictures he did have were overlaid with the memory of his mother’s hand firmly restraining him from running out into the traffic. But he recognised the jumble of structures that made up the old school. It seemed to be the only building with any sign of life so he jogged towards it. At least someone here might be able to tell him where his family had got to.

In fact, the school appeared to have a whole town’s worth of life… as he neared it he could hear… was that stamping? And… yeah, ok that was definitely singing. All thoughts of stealth and prankage swept from his mind by curiosity he sprinted across the playground and skidded through the front entrance, into reception and was hit by a wall of sound as hundreds of voices were half singing / half yelling a line which felt vaguely familiar but he couldn’t quite place…

WHOA-OH!

He gripped on to the doorframe of the hall entrance with both hands and his jaw dropped so emphatically he faintly wondered if he’d dislocated something as he tried to comprehend the scene in front of him.

The majority of the town seemed to be gathered around the piano, stamping, clapping, banging crutches and, in one notable case, smashing two saucepans together with abandon - all singing and egging on the man at the keys. When Gordon’s eyes fixed on that figure everything else briefly faded out. He’d thought he knew this man well but had never in his life encountered this version:

Jet black hair had fallen out of the carefully constructed fauxhawk, some sticking wildly out to the side, the rest plastered to his forehead. His head thrown back, his eyes wide and wild and the world’s biggest smile on his sweaty dirt-marked face as he hammered out the accompaniment:

JUST ONE LOOK AND I CAN HEAR A BELL RING

ONE MORE LOOK AND I FORGET EVERYTHING

Oh wow, he did know this, it was some Swedish band from the 20th century that his parents had loved. But he hadn’t heard it in… so long.

Grinning, he wormed his way through the crowd only to freeze in absolute astonishment when the man standing next to Virgil came into view.

The poised Field Commander of International Rescue was passionately punching the air as he sang at the top of his voice, tears of laughter streaming down his face:

YES, I’VE BEEN BROKEN HEARTED

BLUE SINCE THE DAY WE PARTED

His other arm was around an elderly gentleman who was waving a walking cane and bouncing enthusiastically.

Virgil’s gauntlets and comm unit had been dropped to the floor at some point and Gordon noticed John’s hologram, arms folded and a smirk on his face, silently observing the proceedings. So that’s why everyone had forgotten him.

The tiny bubble of resentment popped as soon as it arose. Whatever it was that had unlocked this joy and abandon in his brothers, he wanted IN - Gordon threw his arms around a nearby group of teenagers and belted out the lyrics that had been nestled in his brain for over a decade:

MAMMA MIA, HERE I GO AGAIN

MY, MY, HOW CAN I RESIST YOU

…

If you find yourself wanting to learn to play what Virgil is, there’s another one of those cool videos here:

[motogpnewbie]

Finally got around to continuing my Marc race binge

Catalunya 2010 125cc Race  (Notes and Commentary under the cut)

Them talking to Aki Ayo about if Marc is feeling the pressure and his saying “no, I think he was hungry to win, still now but he is a very calm boy, I think Marc understands that the championship is important, I hope he remembers that during the race” *stares at 2015 season* Marc how where you more level headed as a 17 yr old like come on you could have had a 9th title if you weren’t so committed to throwing the bike down the road if you weren’t winning (glad you learnt from that king, sorry it took a painful divorce to do it but glad all the same)

the 9th title also could have happened 2011 or 2020 but nope injury

At this point in the season Marc is 3rd in the championship on a run of 3 wins going into this race, Pol is 2nd and Terol is 1st.

(Not the point but the closer I get to Aragon the more I feel a massive rant about Krummenacher coming on once I get there)

Why do I keep forgetting that Zarco is older than Marc, like Marc is one of the youngest on this grid

(Also not about this race but I just remembered seeing something about a race weekend during 2011 or 12 were Marc got fined because he flipped Scott Redding off at the end of practice because he said something rude)

Front Row does Marc, Pol, Bradley Smith, and Terol 

There’s a guy with the last name Rossi on this grid but I don’t think he’s Italian

WARM UP LAP (its always so fun to see how different riders do their warm up laps)

There talking a lot about the temperature (worried about tires maybe)

Also I forgot that Catalunya wasn’t near beginning of the season back then

Marc is 11 points of 1st place 

The commentators saying its gonna be tough to beat Marc 

Marc on and leading from pole (I am shocked 🤥)

NO Tito crashed ( I don’t know much about Tito but I know he’s really friends with Marc and Alex)

Marc lying during the press conference saying oh I don’t think its a race someone with get away at the front, Marc you liar you know you could have done it (he truly is the most humble person ever but he also has confidence the rest of the grid wished they had

Not them pitting Pol and Marc against each other because there Catalan and its their home race

Marc having fastest lap likely place for him to be

Marcs dad really has had thing finger crossing habit since the beginning (also Alex hey he looks so young but at least he looks his age at 14 unlike Marc who looked 8)

Gap over a second Marc again you liar what do you mean you think no one will be able to break away

(Also forgot to add this at the beginning but they said Marc reminded them of a young Dani)

New circuit record from Marc and guess who he took it from yep Krummenacher (was Aragon his revenge like dude I’ll never be over that like why, was it worth the disqualification)

Well at least there’s a battle between Pol, Bradley and Nico to keep it interesting because Marcs checked out

Another crash a French rider, I think he hurt his ankle he got taken off on a stretcher

Also I need Marc in darker leathers again like truly 2010, 11 and 12 the leathers were immaculate 

Zarco down in 13th at least it prepared him for his Honda years

Another crash by a Norwegian rider 

Not really much of Marc he really has checked out with his 2 second lead and their more focused on the battle for 2nd

Pol just took fastest lap 

Them interviewing Aleix give me a Alex interview 

Talking about tough times in Spain as a reason for empty grandstands (was there a financial crisis at the time?)

Bradley Smith back up into 2nd 

Marcs whole career he’s either had really shitty starts or really good starts like terms no in-between (he had a good one here)

Also a 4 second lead Marc don’t humiliate them like that (like 125cc is marketed as close racing Marc your ruining their promotion)

Although there’s still battles further back just not for the win

From 5th to 6th there is 21 second gap that’s kinda crazy

I forgot how much i missed Gavin Emmett and Nick Harris has commentators (I’ve only watched Marcs 2013 season fully, I’m gonna rewatch it when I get to his premier class career so I can take notes)

I’m also thinking of going back to the start of the video pass (2003) and watching vales career and taking notes like a am for Marc and I might alternate between which one I’m watching 

7 laps left still a 4 second gap 

I’m waiting for the commentators curse to kick in with my hands covering my eyes cause they keep saying everyone thought Marc would win and know I’m nervous 

Terol and Pol keeping it interesting with their battle for 3rd

If Marc wins this with the results remaining the same (Smith 2nd, Pol 3rd, Nico 4th) Marc is gonna leave here leading the championship (3rd to 1st)

Its the way no one had him as a contender at the start and now there like wow he may win this like that a crazy 4 weeks for him (Mugello to this race)

They are really running when this Marc reminds us of Dani (so my question is when did the comparisons switch from Dani to Vale

Marc 4 1/2 seconds in the lead (Marc your incredible)

Love that they call him the pocket rocket 

Gap from 4th to 5th 34 seconds again that crazy in 125 race

They really love Bradley (I also like Bradley, he was on the podium when Marc was booed and chanted Marcs name (it was pre sepang as well I think which makes the booing more insane))

Marc already has a big fan club, I love that

1 lap to go 

No Bradley (he gone from 2nd to 4th)

Pol and Nico could have just crashed each other out 

Terol crashed out which means he loses the lead and Marc is now leading the championship (hope he’s okay it looked nasty especially for his shoulder)

Marc the youngest to win 4 in a row (I think he takes that record from Vale)

Podium is Marc 1st, Smith 2nd, Pol 3rd

Emilio calling Marc and incredible boy I’m moved (what happened between them, why did they part ways?)

They just said we look for the new Rossi (they said they was a bit unfair to say) but they said they’ve found the new top youngster 

Burnout for Marc love it

Love that he won his home race 

Bradleys best result of the season

Them saying the only thing that can stop Marc is Marc and ain’t that the truth 

They called him a rare talent 

Also hello again Alex

Marc and his emotional attachment to his red bull 

He’s a lot calmer in parc ferme here 

Poor Marc not being allowed champagne on the podium (he was in mugello but that’s cause the age is lower) he’s shaking his little red bull can instead 

Onto Sacshenring 

[huskynotwolf]

The Standard Morning — Xisuma

This is a piece of writing from W&H. It is completely unrelated to the original story and is just some kind of side story.

I growled. Being the CEO of the Hunters is hard. Especially when your room is right next to Pearl’s.

I woke up at five to her screaming and kicking at the already-destroyed wall between our rooms. Scott huddled in a corner, with earmuffs on and his pillow over his head.

Then, knowing I could never get back to my bed properly with 5am Pearl banging at the the wall, I climb out of bed (steps on several splinters) and stagger out into the hall.

Usually, it would be empty. But today, I saw Joel and Etho outside Lizzie’s room, muttering. I ignored them and went down to mess, where I make breakfast for everyone.

Somehow, the first one to wake (besides Pearl) would be Katherine. She says she enjoys watching the sunrise so she gets up at freaking four to go out and catch the light. The mess was empty apart from Anadil chewing on a peanut butter sandwich on the beams on the ceiling, who was simultaneously trying to repair a leak in the roof.

I went to the kitchen and began the usual routine: cook everyone’s breakfast, then prepare their lunch. My whole job is to just look after them. (I like that; that’s the whole reason I applied)

I was prepping Grian’s food when Scott staggered over at the counter. “Pearl’s driving me crazy. I need a rest.” He was, as usual, sleep-deprived and annoyed. I looked up from the plate. “You can always crash Tango and Jimmy’s room.” I said. I knew that Jimmy and Scott were pretty close, so it would make sense.

“Well, the earmuffs Gem gave me worked, at least.” Scott twirled the earmuffs with his fingers. I sighed and continued. “Yours is over there,” I said, pointing to the counter. He nodded in thanks and walked off, occasionally stumbling.

Then there was a screech and Anadil fell off the roof. She crashed into the benches, crawled to safety before half of the entire roof came crashing down. Scott squeaked and ran. On top of the rubble, Joey dusted himself and shook out his parrot wings, growling and cursing. “Fwhip!” He screeched. Anadil clawed her way out of the mess and ran off.

I dropped what I was doing and ran out to see the damage and mess. “Whhyyyyy.” I stared. Then Fwhip glided down and landed proudly on the rubble. Joey shoved him and he landed on his butt. “Hey!” He yelled, trying to tackle the avian. He kicked him in the face and stormed off. “You broke the window again!” He screamed.

I sighed, set the remainders of my friends (all of ‘em) breakfast out in the counter and went off to check on everyone. According to Joey, Fwhip had dropped him on the roof by throwing him out while he was asleep. When I asked if he’d willing to change rooms, he refused.

It was noisier at seven, because everyone’s up and running. I learned that in the past two hours, they had taken down a wall of the main hall (for fun, they said), blew up a tree and shot it into someone’s (later confirmed Cub’s) room for revenge, punched a hole in one of the doors (how) and had started a debate between Impulse and Bdubs on the subject “is Bdubs as tall as a 12 year old child or a 85 year old granny”.

Yup. And that’s my standard, extremely normal morning. (Also I’m giving Fwhip a spanking. Anadil took a whole week repairing that roof)

[rayisatadbitcrazy]

XVI The Tower

silly little secret life fic about lizzie dying that I haven't posted to ao3 yet

Fandom: Secret Life SMP

Characters: Ldshadowlady, Dangthatsalongname (Scott smajor)

General tags/warnings: Major character death, canon compliant, angst, trying to kill a man just cause your husband asked you to

Word count: 1424

Lizzie smiled as she hopped down the steps, her space buns grazed the cold stone. The target followed behind her, every few steps she cranes her back to look at Scott.

“Lizzie,” he didn't sound nervous. Good. False sense of security or something, “We've been friends for a long time.”

Oh? “We have.” The rough granite provided a good break of emotionless gray.

Scott took a breath, Lizzie could almost feel the staircase closing in on them as tension cut through the air, “I need you to be honest with me.”

“Yes.” Honestly, she didn't frame it as a question, a warm welcome for Scott to continue speaking. Something short. Something to just show she was listening.

“If I walk in here am I gonna die?”

“If you walk in? Like–do you think it's trapped?” She hadn't actually thought about that. What if it was trapped? She didn't trap it, but that wouldn't stop someone who'd been spending a lot of time in the end from trapping the end portal.

“Maybe.”

“Do you want me to go first?” Jeez, how long is this staircase? It seemed to go on forever, “And I'll show you it's not.”

“Eh, I think I want to go first.”

“You want to go first.” The smile was evident in her voice, although she could be far from happy, “Okay, you go first.”

Finally, they made it to the portal, Lizzie had become quite desensitized to the glow and whispers that came off from the eyes in the frame. It was creepy. But Lizzie loved creepy. And cute things. Cute-creepy! The portal was creepy-creepy, though.

“I can't believe I'm fulfilling all of my dreams by having people come to the end and my slumber party! Why couldn't everyone do this last week?” She sighed as she stepped up the stone brick stairs, a black void filled the middle of the portal, specks of green and blue and purple came out from it.

They nodded at each other, promising to see each other on the other side as they jumped into the slimy substance that transported them to the end.

The purple atmosphere greeted her, her heels clicked as she landed on the obsidian platform. This has proven to be a dangerous place, when she'd been here before to watch the dragon fight.

Scratch that thought. This whole world had proven to Lizzie that it was unforgiving.

She was murdered. That wasn't kind or fair. She didn't deserve any of the crap she got slapped with last week. Today she swore revenge on everyone.

Everyone but Joel. Joel. That's why she's here. To kill Scott for Joel.

Scott was already across the cobblestone bridge that led from the floating stone to the main island. The yellowy endstone was bright in contrast to the almost ashy-purple air, she squinted as she balanced across the two-block wide bridge.

Click. Click. Click.

“Ah, do you remember when we were last here, and the Ender Dragon was here? Wasn't it great?” She reminisced, following Scott up a makeshift staircase that had been mined out for the sake of easy access to the mainland.

Scott held out a hand, helping Lizzie up before she took off running, “Now follow me, just over here!”

Lizzie laughed, leading Scott to the furthest cliff side of the floating island. Honestly, she would've thought Scott smarter than this. Following a red name, to the end, to the void, to the edge overlooking certain death, was kinda stupid.

Oh well, if he wanted to make her job easy she wouldn't complain.

“There's something I need you to see!”

“To be fair, this works for me,” Scott's monotone voice almost echoed here. “because Jimmy's been hunting me down all day. So…”

“Oh yeah, he's never gonna find you here!” She bounced, leaning up and down on her heels as she waited for Scott to catch up. “Nobody is ever going to find you here!”

Scott laughed, his hand shot up to cover his mouth and his eyes crinkled as he closed them, “Why'd you say it like that?”

“Say it like what?”

He looked away, the beginnings of a sentence he'd never finish left his mouth.

“Okay! Follow me!”

This part of the island ended in a point overlooking the vast emptiness of purple. Just purple.

“Oh, this looks like the edge of the world.”

“Yeah it's just down here, “ Lizzie fished an ender-pearl out from her bag, holding it in her hand. “Follow me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, follow me. It's just–is it?” She peered over the edge, pretending to search for something specific. She only found a void.

“I don't think I want to.”

“It is! It's right there!”

Scott is smart. Whatever she thought before was a lie. He walked over, water bucket in hand, “Can I place some water down? To be safe?”

“I was gonna give you an ender-pearl to be safe!” She huffed, holding up the small crystal-like balls. 

“Oh, yeah? That'd be good. Yeah, I'll take that.”

“Just in case. Here's the ender-pearl.” She dropped it down on the edge of the cliff, watching with wide eyes as Scott swiftly went to collect the item.

The moment he turned his back, she grabbed her axe and swung, the metal of her weapon clanked against his diamond shoulder plate, leaving a wicked dent in the blue armor.

“Lizzie!” He gasped, slipping past her.

“Oh.” She looked guiltily at her feet, shifting them slightly. “This has not gone very well.”

“You did three hearts of damage!”

Oh! “Wow! That's quite a lot!” She swooped in and attacked again, this time she didn't hit as hard as she meant to, leaving a scratch on an elbow pad he wore.

She almost hit him off the edge. She saw the fear in his eyes. And oh gods. It was delicious. Fear and tension fed her as her eyes darted all around Scott. Pairs of glowing purple eyes shine from behind him.

If she killed Scott, not only would Lizzie be getting revenge for herself, but she'd be helping Joel. It was a win-win for the only two important people involved.

“That was one heart of damage.”

“Oh…” She looked down, “That's not a lot…”

“No–” Scott tried to begin, but was shoved to the side.

Lizzie screamed, large hands gripped her throat. She met Scott's gaze for a moment before she was thrown backwards. Her elbows scrapped the uneven ground, cutting open the skin that grazed the stone. Her blood stained the ground as she slid across it and off the edge. She tried her best to grip the side, but the creature came for her throat once more.

The enderman banged her against the ground, beating her face into the stone. She wildly gripped for something—anything—ws she got pushed closer and closer over the sudden edge of the island. It grabbed onto her as they fell into the void, forcing its hands around her throat. Tears welled up in her lashes, she clutched the goopy item in her hand, the calming blue-green failed to do anything.

She stared at it in its ugly distorted face, its glowing purple eyes, stunning it for enough time to push it away from her. 

She fell, only being able to attempt to catch her breath as the creature flailed just next to her, more concerned with the fact that the was void eating away at it than how Lizzie glanced at it.

Scott stared down at Lizzie as she fell, watching as the oxygen left her lungs and the void consumed her.

Her hands were the first things to numb in the cold, turning purple. It hurt. It hurt so badly.

This is all a bad dream, she decided. All a bad dream.

She's going to wake up at her sleepover, the whole server surrounding her, Joel holding her hand, cake with candles in the middle of her house.

The tingling pain moved from her fingertips to her bloody elbows, then her shoulders and chest. Her lungs collapsed. She couldn't breathe. The creature had stopped screaming. Maybe it accepted its death.

She couldn't think straight, the lack of oxygen got to her, making her dizzy. She had to force her eyes to stay open.

The ender-pearl! She knew it wouldn't work, but she tried anyway. Throwing it as hard as she could, up at the island.

This was embarrassing. Her whole life was embarrassing.

The last thing she heard was an explosion, muffled by the noise of the wind in her ears.