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nameless-jamie · 3 months ago

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Hi, I absolutely love your PA series! And I'm craving some jealous Jamie :) Could you maybe write something like that? 🫣 Maybe Edwin Akufo or Shandy make a comeback and try to stirr shit up for the team? Thanks 🤭

A Nice Guy

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Jamie Tartt x fem! PA reader

TW: cursing, suggestive scenes

Being Jamie Tartt’s PA meant dealing with a lot of things—his ridiculous schedule, his forgotten appointments, and the occasional existential crisis when he’d suddenly decided he had to go on a juice cleanse and then immediately regret it.

What it didn’t include?

Dealing with a jealous Jamie Tartt. That wasn't in the job description.

But here he was, sitting stiffly across the room, jaw clenched, arms crossed so tightly across his chest it looked like he was physically holding himself back from doing something stupid.

Which, to be fair, was likely.

His glare was locked onto Y/N like she had personally offended him.

Which was insane, because all she’d done was laugh at something Ewin Akufo's assistant, said.

It was a post-match event—some fancy dinner, media, sponsors, the usual. Edwin Akufo was there again, this time he was scouting players from the other team, Westham United, and his assistant and 'hand-shake-guy' Francis was with him. Y/N and him have started a great conversation, both having very eccentric and needy bosses, that's why they kind of bonded. He also bought her a drink.

Jamie had played brilliantly, scoring two goals and basically running circles around the other team. He should’ve been basking in the attention, flashing that cocky grin at every camera in sight.

Instead, he was a table with some Richmond players...sulking.

Y/N caught his eye across the bar, raising an eyebrow. What’s your problem?

Jamie just stared.

Isaac, sitting next to him, nudged his arm. “Mate, you alright? You look ready to kill that man.”

Jamie exhaled sharply through his nose. “Fine.”

He was not fine.

Because Y/N was still smiling at Edwin Akufo's assistant—Franky something?—Jamie did not know his name. Edwin Akufo was the enemy and therefore this guy was too. Especially because he was talking to her like she was the most fascinating person in the world. And Jamie hated it....him.

"Oh, no Edwin is here? That is going to be a weird night," Sam interrupted his thoughts. "Uhm guys, why is Jamie staring down Edwin's assistant Francis?"

"Jamie's jealous because that guy's talking to Y/N," Isaac smirked at Sam and the whole situation, knowingly.

"Ah, I see... I mean Francis is a smooth guy," Sam said, having fun in riling up Jamie some more.

And Jamie was not having it.

She was his.

Wait—no. Not his his. But, like… his. Kind of.

She worked for him. She spent more time with him than anyone else. She put up with his antics, laughed at his jokes, rolled her eyes at his stupidity in a way that made Jamie’s chest go all warm and stupid.

And now some random bloke thought he could just—what? Make her laugh? Charm her?

Not happening.

Jamie stood up so fast his chair scraped against the floor. Isaac and Sam barely had time to react before Jamie was already moving, striding toward Y/N with a forced, polite smile.

“Oi, who the fuck are you, then?”

Francis looked up, blinking in surprise. “Oh, Mr. Tartt. My name is Francis. Y/N has told me a lot about you. Great game tonight, man.”

Francis put out his hand for one of those manly handshakes. Jamie looked at Y/N and she gave him that warning 'be nice' look.

So, Jamie played nice and gave him a hand. And fuck that handshake really was smooth as fuck. He was a smooth motherfucker, fucking prick.

"Well, Jamie. You are lucky you have such a beautiful assistant like Y/N." Francis said, about to put an arm on Y/N's shoulder.

"Ain't I a lucky guy, huh? Y/N's actually pretty busy, so we have to leave now." Jamie ignored his antics to start a conversation completely, eyes locked on Y/N as he tugged at her wrist. “You ready to go, love?”

Y/N sighed, clearly catching on. “Actually Jamie—”

But he was already tugging her away, ignoring Francis's confused stare. He didn’t stop until they were near the entrance, away from the crowd.

Y/N yanked her arm free, stepping back to face him. “Okay, what’s wrong with you? I had a great conversation with him. I also have your schedule memorized and we both have the rest evening off, so...”

Jamie scoffed. “Me? What’s wrong with me? Nah, what’s wrong with you?”

She crossed her arms. “Oh wow, great argument, Shakespeare. Real convincing. Please, elaborate!”

Jamie ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “Why were you even talkin’ to him?”

Y/N blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

She let out a short laugh. “Jamie. It was a conversation. That’s what people do at events. I can talk to whoever I want.”

Jamie scowled. “Yeah, well, he was definitely flirting with you.”

Y/N tilted her head. “And that bothers you because…?”

Jamie hesitated. “’Cause…”

Because you’re mine.

But he couldn’t say that.

Instead, he muttered, “He’s a dick. You know he's Akufo's assistant so he's probably proper evil, like his boss.”

Y/N huffed a quiet laugh. “That’s your reason?”

Jamie doubled down. “Yeah. That. And—uhhh— Sam was also proper mad at you, because of his thing with Akufo and all stuff.”

Man, oh, man. Jamie used to be so much better at lying... Sam Obisanya mad, at her? Yeah, right.

“Jamie.” Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose, exhaling. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am serious,” Jamie shot back, stepping closer. “What could he possibly have to say that’s so funny?”

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, realizing he wasn’t going to let this go. “It wasn’t even that funny, Jamie.”

Jamie threw his hands up. “Exactly!”

Y/N shook her head, watching him. He was all riled up, eyes bright with frustration, jaw tight.

And she realized—this wasn’t just annoyance.

This was jealousy.

Jamie Tartt, jealous.

Something about that sent a thrill down her spine.

She crossed her arms, tilting her head. “You do know I talk to men all the time, right?”

Jamie’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Yeah, but not like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you were actually enjoying it.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Oh, so I’m not allowed to enjoy conversations now?”

Jamie pointed at her. “Not with him.”

Y/N huffed a laugh, shaking her head. “You are ridiculous.”

Jamie scoffed. “Yeah, well, you—” He stopped, exhaling sharply, hands going to his hips as he looked at the floor. Then, quieter, he muttered, “I just don’t like seein’ you with people that think they can have you, alright?”

Y/N froze.

Jamie noticed.

Y/N blinked at him, Jamie’s words hanging between them.

'I just don’t like seein’ you with people that think they can have you, alright?'

For a second, neither of them said anything. Jamie had that look—like he’d said something too real, something that made his chest feel all tight and uncomfortable. Y/N knew him well enough to see it, to recognize the way he immediately started backtracking in his own head.

So, of course, she had to make it worse.

She smirked, tilting her head. "Jamie Tartt, are you jealous?"

Jamie scoffed, arms crossing over his chest. "No."

"You so are."

"I’m not," he insisted, but his ears were turning red.

Y/N grinned. "Oh my God, you’re actually jealous."

Jamie exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "Nah, see, I’m just lookin’ out for you."

"Looking out for me?"

"Yeah," Jamie said, a little too quickly. "’Cause, like, you deserve better, don’t ya?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Better than a nice, normal guy who wanted to talk about my work and buy me a drink?"

Jamie made a face. "Nice is just another word for boring, and you ain’t boring, are ya?"

Y/N hummed, pretending to consider it. "Hmm. So what you’re saying is, I should be with someone... exciting? Like an astronaut, huh?"

Jamie rolled his eyes. "I’m sayin’ you shouldn’t be wastin’ your time on a prick who works for someone like Akufo. And who doesn’t even know that you hate red wine."

Y/N’s smirk faltered.

Jamie caught it, but instead of panicking, he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "Yeah. Thought so."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You are unbelievable."

"And yet," Jamie grinned, all cocky now that he had the upper hand again, "you’re still standin’ here talkin’ to me instead of goin’ back to your nice, normal bloke."

Y/N exhaled, shaking her head. "Well, I would go back, but unfortunately, my very high-maintenance boss decided to have a full-blown tantrum over it."

Jamie pressed a hand to his chest, gasping dramatically. "Me? A tantrum? That’s slander, that is."

Y/N laughed, shoving his arm. "Whatever. I’m going to get a drink."

Jamie grabbed her wrist before she could walk away, his grip loose but warm. "I’ll get it for ya."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Making up for ruining my night?"

Jamie smirked. "Nah. Just makin’ sure no one else tries to."

And maybe Y/N should’ve called him out on it, pointed out the way his jealousy kept creeping into everything he said. But instead, she just smiled, letting him hold onto her wrist for a second longer than necessary before pulling away.

"Alright, then, Tartt," she said, glancing at the bar. "Surprise me."

Jamie grinned. "Oh, you’re in for it now, love."

And maybe neither of them were saying what they really meant. But they were still enjoying the tension.

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anakinstwinklebunny · 4 months ago

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SAM MONROE had rarely thought to find himself pushing a squeaky grocery cart with a babbling toddler perched in the seat, yet, here he was--half asleep, unshowered, and absolutely whipped for the little boy grinning up at him like he was the coolest person on the planet. Vinnie had one pudgy hand gripping the front of the cart, tiny legs kicking excitedly time to time (especially when he saw some colorful things), while the other hand was firmly wrapped around Sam’s much larger one.

“Yeah, yeah, I hear you,” Sam muttered, glancing down at Vinnie, who was chattering away in his little baby language. The kid wasn’t making much real words yet, but he was dedicated, tiny voice rising and falling like he had a lot to say and couldn't keep it to himself.

“Bud” Sam finally sighed, grumpy tone softening as he lifted their joined hands to wiggle his fingers in Vinnie’s grasp. “You’re gonna run outta steam if you keep yappin’ like that. What are you even talkin’ about, huh? The apples? You want me to buy apples?”

Vinnie’s grin stretched wide, dimples showing as he babbled something that sounded vaguely like “yes” while smacking his free hand on the cart handle. Sam couldn’t help the small smirk tugging at his lips.

“You’re nuts, kid,” he mumbled, steering the cart toward the produce section.

But the second Sam tried to pull his hand away to grab a bag of oranges, Vinnie’s face crumpled like a tissue in the rain. Lip stuck out, trembling dramatically as babbles turned into a pitiful whines.

“Hey, whoa--calm down, buddy,” sam fumbled to grab Vinnie’s hand again before the kid’s fussing turned into a full-blown tantrum. “Alright, you win, you win. God forbid I let go for two seconds.”

As soon as Sam’s hand was back in his, Vinnie’s little face lit up like a damn Christmas tree, whines disappearing like they never happened. He grinned at Sam in the cutest way possible

Sam rolled his eyes, but the smirk on his face softened as he brushed his thumb over Vinnie’s tiny, pudgy fingers. “You’re a piece of work, you know that? Spoiled little punk.”

They moved through the store at a snail’s pace, partly because Sam had to steer the cart one-handed and also because Vinnie kept pointing at random items with a delighted squeal, prompting Sam to mutter things like:

“No, you can’t eat the cereal box.”

“Dude, what are you gonna do with a pineapple? You hated it when I gave it to you just last week”

"That's for big boys, no, no-- don't give me that look I'm doing it for our own good"

"That's toilet paper, buddy. Not sure if you really want to chew on that"

“Alright, I’ll let you hold the bread, but if you squish it, I’m makin’ you eat the flat-ass sandwich.”

By the time they made it to checkout, Vinnie had one chubby fist clutching Sam’s hand and the other holding a bruised banana he had somehow snuck into the cart. Sam didn't even want to guess how he even managed to do that. So he let him keep it.

As they headed back to the car, Sam tucked Vinnie into his car seat and ruffled his messy curls. “Cute little pal.." he mumbled, buckling him in. “Now let’s get home before you talk my ear off.”

Vinnie just grinned at him, fingers curling around Sam’s as if to say, «thanks, dad--I’ll let you live.»

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respectthepetty · 3 months ago

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At one of the nearby-ish universities, researchers can use the lab that attaches those little pads to people's heads and see their brains light up (the sign-up list is loooong), and I always think my brain would look like fireworks going off while I watch color-coded boys fall in love because once Black Brooder Yotha said that Green Guy Gun was his boyfriend to his Blue Boy brother and Gun's Blue Boy best friend in Perfect 10 Liners' sixteenth episode, I'm sure my brain stayed lit!

Even when I saw Yellow Yal Arm and Red Rascal Arc not in their colors, my brain wanted to shut off right here, but I think Arc's shirt has yellow highlight over the text (for his man), and every time I see that Manchester United poster, -I- see red from my rage, so I guess I'll make the colors happen with or without the show giving them to me.

But Sam makes up for it since he has consistently been a Red Rascal in the second portion of the show, always popping up to talk shit and bounce, and it appears Arm is wearing a light yellow, so my brain is, once again, lighting up!

However, I wish we would have gotten more of the other color-coded friends since we don't get enough Orange Oddities (Book) or Pink People (Franc) in BLs. But I know every story is going to have the Blue Boys (Kong AND FAIFA!!!!)

I won't be too mad at it though because, as I've mentioned every single week, this show's color coding is just so damn good, so my brain is always lighting up. Like these are the exact faces a jovial Green Guy and a mean Black Brooder would make. Perfect faces. Perfect colors. Perfect 10 Liners.

Even Faifa's rage is perfect!

Because even though Faifa's dark blue shirt is telling him to "Seize" the day and "Just trust yourself then you will know how to live," as a sign of the dark Blue Boy coming his way, he can't see his own happy ending when he is listening to Gun say stupid shit like "Love makes you tiny." I'd also be plotting murder if I was him.

COLOR-CODED BOYS IN LOVE ARE DISGUSTING(LY ADORABLE)!

Random: Someone at GMMTV likes puppy play because every single show has some aspect of it, so good for that person getting everything they wanted!

Because I got matching birthday ties! So Yotha got matching binary tattoos with Wa, but he has matching bracelets and ties with his current boyfriend cementing that Yotha is an emo who likes sentimental gifts.

Emo Black Brooders in love are the best!

I'm not going to get over that there was a whole ass Pink Person and Orange Oddity in this portion of Color-Coded Boys The Series, and I know minimal information about them.

But thank goodness I know everything about these two yin yang colored boys!

Because they are meant for each other. They are toxic AND in love!

They fight just so they can have make-up sex.

Good for those beautiful bastards!

That could never be these two color-coded boys though.

Gun doesn't understand anger or foregoing sleep in favor of sex unlike these other color-coded boys.

Good for him!

And the more light Blue Boy Faifa cries about not having someone, the more I scream that he is about to meet his match in dark Blue Boy Wine. Newton is going to hate BOTH his brothers.

Now Yotha and Gun are putting on matching pajamas just to take them off the way God and Arm intended.

Have I mentioned how happy my brain is about color-coded boys in love? Because I'm very happy about color-coded boys in love being there for each other when they have to deal with big emotions.

Even more so when they are color-coded brothers who yell at each other that "You're too pessimistic" and " You're too optimistic" since the colors only emphasize those points!

Newton remains neutral, the dad is blue, and the mom is pink. This is Heterosexuality 101, which is why Yotha and Faifa do not comprehend it.

Yes! Keep saying this Gun! Keep reminding me that the people who worked behind the scenes on this show deserve a raise! Keep saying you bring light to this Black Brooder's dark world!

Because your shirt will explicitly state it later ("Sunshine on my Mind")

All is right in the world. Everyone is in the color, and Yotha got jokes.

AND ARM AND ARC ARE FINALLY IN THEIR COLORS TOO!

Thank God for small miracles and color-coded boys in love.

NOW BRING ME MY LAPIS LADS!

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fluemsiie · 2 months ago

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‘god, why do you love that ring so much ?’

dean winchester doesn’t walk around without his gun, his leather jacket, or his jewl. at first no one had any idea who she was, and that was fine, dean was a secretive person anyway, called her a friend but they started noticing the ring that was usually on dean’s finger around her finger — constellations by jade lemac

it started with ‘they’re dating’ then it escalated to everyone who’s ever met dean to think they’re engaged. and honestly, dean only denies it the first thousand times. then he just gets annoyed and nods with a smile — hate to be lame by lizzy mcalpine

when he takes her shopping for the first time she doesn’t find much that she likes, she’s already so used to dean’s clothes that wearing anything else just seems plain wrong. but dean tells her she needs shoes, that it’s non-negotiable. and she immediately falls in love with the classic pair of silver stilettos — revolving doors by tate mcrae

dean tries to convince her that they’re gonna be hard to walk in but when she tries them on she aces it. she’s a pro and deans standing wide eyed and a little awed. she’s beautiful, with her curly hair and his leather jacket wrapped around her body — messy by ally salort

she buys those and more silver tops. most are sparkly which sam tells her will catch people’s attention but dean just shushes him, telling her to choose whatever she wants. she ends up with two more heels, and sam just thanks god that one of them has a very thick heel. maybe she’ll be able to run with those — in my room by chance pena

dean catches her staring at a camera shop on the way home and asks her what she likes about it. she doesn’t respond, just drags him and sam inside, begging them to buy the silver sony camera and they give in, using the hacked credit card that they know they shouldn’t put large purchases on (dean ditches it on the way home the way charlie taught him) — deal with it by maria

jules remembers random memory’s in the car or in the bunker or sometimes in motels. she catches a glimpse of john and dean’s fights or dean and sam’s adventures or dean’s private conquests. it’s almost like she’s lived both men’s lives and she can’t tell the difference. the only thing she knows is she’s never felt safer than when she’s next to dean — haunt me by yana

she does anything dean asks her to. anything. he has her severely wrapped around his finger, always researching and watching his shows, always helping him with baby and cooking pies. but it’s out of love, she loves everything he does, she wants to make him happy. and he certainly won’t argue — got me obsessed by jade lemac

‘it’s not just a ring.’

01 wrapped

. . . notes !! this took ages and i hate pinterest now. one more time in the masterlist that this is inspired by @daylighted ‘s baby!reader which everyone should read. okay, my first masterlist here, yay!

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averagewriter-inthedark · 3 months ago

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Roped Into Hell 🪢 | Simon Kalivoda Imagine P.2

My Masterlists | Part 1

Characters & Pairings: Simon Kalivoda & Shadyside!Killer!reader (Not romantic), sister!OC

Content Warnings: angst, bittersweet ending, profanity, mentions of canon violence, blood, death (undead people killing each other), canon divergence (simon & kate live!) | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 6.4k

Requested 📨 yes/no

Premise: As Simon and the gang battle another problem against Sarah Fier and her henchmen of undead killers, they discover there's more to the story and maybe the curse of Shadyside is not all that it seems. Can they stop the person responsible before more blood is spilled? Or will Simon and his friends meet their end and become another statistic in Killer Capitol U.S.A?

Note: I apologize if there are any spelling or grammar errors, I proof read and do checks but I always tend to miss a few and it's so annoying. Anyways, hope you enjoy this conclusion to my little fear street story!

If Simon had a nickel for every time he got roped like a rodeo bull in a single night by an undead killer and lived to tell it, he’d have two nickels. Which is not a lot, but the fact it happened twice?

Honestly the fact he survived the entire night was a miracle in itself. After the school disaster and becoming bait while Deena killed Sam to save her, Simon wanted nothing more than to go to bed and sleep forever. He narrowly avoided being slashed by Ruby Lane and axed by the Nightwing psycho only to get his legs caught by Y/n’s rope, ass dragged along aisle nine and nearly die from asphyxiation when Sam’s heart finally stopped.

Thank God too because Josh was about to meet his end by the ax and Kate was seconds from getting her head shoved into the bread slicer.

But it seems like luck was not on their side. Because just when they thought they were out of the woodwork, another shitshow got thrown at them.

Simon had been asleep, for twelve hours at least, when he was rudely shaken awake by Kate. “Simon, wake the fuck up!!” she ripped the covers from his body, “We have another problem!!” His eyes were barely opened and voice hoarse, delirious from the deep slumber he wanted nothing more than to return to.

“How can we have another problem!?” He moaned, dragging himself to the closet to put on a random shirt and pants. “And how the fuck did you get in?”

“Your sister,” she replied, throwing him a hoodie. “Kate and Josh are in the car. We’ll explain on the way.” Simon just stared at her agape.

“On the way to where?!”

C. Berman’s house, that’s where. Because their buddy Sam happened to be possessed and now hell bent on killing them. How and why did she come to be possessed? No clue. But they needed to find a way to save her before she went on a murderous rampage.

More shocking news came at the residence of C. Berman. The lone survivor of the Camp Nightwing massacre who saw Sarah Fier and somehow lived to tell. Who they discovered at the end of her recounting the horrific night, that she was in fact Christine ‘Ziggy’ Berman, and her sister Cindy was amongst the victims Tommy Slater slaughtered.

Talk about a plot twist.

So, while Josh and Deena went to retrieve the witch’s lost hand from the hanging tree, which now resided in the Shadyside Mall, and unite it with the remains they unearthed out in the woods, Kate and Simon stayed with Ziggy to guard Sam. To say they were on edge was an understatement. Ziggy obviously hated having a possessed henchman of Sarah Fier in her house and if the two were not careful, the woman may take matters into her own hands.

“Don’t you find it a bit odd?” Simon eyed Ziggy from the living room, speaking low so only Kate heard him.

“Find what odd? I can think of a few things, Simon, you need to be more specific.”

Huffing, he turned to her, “Ryan went on his possessed murder spree on Thursday, right?” He received a nod. “Okay, so look at the math. Camp Nightwing happened sixteen years ago. Then twelve years before that, Ruby killed all her friends. There was again twelve years between Ruby and Harry Rooker, and over twelve between Harry and Y/n.”

Kate narrowed her brows, understanding what he was saying, “There was a time gap between each possession.”

“Exactly. But Sam all of sudden gets possessed days after Ryan,” Simon bit his bottom lip, rubbing his jaw as he tried to piece it together. “Ziggy saw Sarah Fier, was brought back to life after being killed, and nothing happened to her.” His gaze drifted to Ziggy briefly, then turned back to Kate, “Why Sam?”

Their answer would come when Deena returned with a chilling revelation. Having united body and hand once and for all, Deena bled on the bones and was mentally sent back in time to 1666. The year Sarah Feir died and cursed Shadyside.

Only she didn’t curse Shadyside.

No, the truth was darker. Heartbreaking. Sarah Fier did not give her soul to Satan. She was not some crazed witch desperate for power. She did not possess innocent Shadysiders to kill on her behalf.

She was framed. The only person in history to uncover the truth. The only person who knew Solomon Goode, ancestor of Union County Sheriff Nick Goode, made a deal with the Devil for power and his bloodline has kept the bargain for 300 years.

Until now.

“I knew it!” Simon felt like pulling his hair out. “I fucking new something shady was going on! And that pig Goode---we should’ve never trusted him! Didn’t I call it, Kate?!”

“What the hell is he talking about?” Deena turned to her friend, who sighed tiredly and rubbed her fingers against her temples.

“Simon thought it was weird that in the past decades went before another Shadysider got possessed but somehow Sam did days after Ryan.”

Josh snapped his fingers, pointing at Simon as he nodded frantically with the same shocked expression, “Yeah, yeah, you’re right. He must’ve realized Sam had been the one to see the vision and thought if he gave her name up, she’d take us all out.”

“Bastard,” Simon seethed in anger. “Well jokes on him because now we know the truth!”

“Yeah,” Deena swallowed thickly, feeling the fear rise as butterflies swarmed her stomach that she probably could throw up if she tried. “That means they’re coming after me---fuck, we won’t have much time. It won’t stop until he’s dead.” She glanced at Ziggy, who’d fallen to her knees at some point when Deena was explaining what she saw. “We need to kill Nick Goode.”

Ziggy looked like she could cry, “But I called him…I thought….I thought he could help.”

Now Simon really wanted to pull his hair out, “Fuck! We have to go. Now!”

“What do--What do you want us to do?” Kate tripped over the carpet to get her bag.

“I’ll handle Sam--you guys go to the car.” They all separated, Deena heading to the room where Josh guarded Sam while Simon and Kate rushed to the stolen police car. Popping the trunk open so they could put Sam, now unconscious thanks to a deadly head kick by Ziggy, in there while they developed their next move.

On the way to the Mall they picked up Martin Franklin, the custodial worker who had been at the station when they were making their statements that morning. With his knowledge of the mall, they were able to form a plan on how to trap Goode and--hopefully--use the victims of his family’s deal against him. Putting an end to the curse for good.

Satan wanted Deena’s blood, they were gonna give it to him.

Simon was in the middle of tying the ropes to the gates of the bookstore when Ziggy approached, “those knots need to be tighter.”

He flushed red, “Oh, my bad.”

Kneeling down, she gently took the rope from his hands, fixing the knot until it was tight and secure. Her gaze flickered up to him at times, noticing the way he stared at the object. Unsettled. Frightened. Then her eyes landed on the bruises on his neck, frowning as she realized why he could have such a reaction to a rope. Her own stomach pooled with anxiety. “The same thing happened to me, you know.”

Simon blinked, pulling himself from his thoughts, unaware he was staring at the rope. “What?”

“You’re not the only one who’s been roped by the rodeo queen, kid.” His eyes widened with shock, jaw dropping slightly.

“You--you were?”

“Yup,” she popped the ‘p’, gesturing to the tree right smack in the middle of the mall. “Right there too. Granted the scenery was very different in ‘78, but the same location nonetheless.” Ziggy cleared her throat, feeling a full body shiver as she recalled the memory. “When Cindy and I were digging for the body, Y/n wrangled me by the neck. Took me right off my feet and dragged me a good bit before Cindy managed to free me.” A pained smile appeared. “I know how you feel.”

Simon looked at her sympathetically, “You..you didn’t say--.”

“It’s not really something I like to think about. Of all the things that happened that night, it’s one I try to block. Being roped like an animal by an undead rodeo prodigy was not on my bucket list.”

“Yeah,” Simon brought his knees up, leaning his arms on top as she finished up with the rope. “Is it bad to say that I feel sorry for them? The people who were chosen. Y/n…Ruby…Tommy?” Ziggy stiffened at Tommy’s name, but recovered, placing the rope down as she leaned back to rest on her calves.

“No, it’s not bad,” she told him earnestly, offering a small smile. “It just shows you are a compassionate person, Simon. I used to feel sorry for Nurse Lane, for how the town treated her and her daughter.” Her smile dropped, thinking of the older woman who she hadn’t spoken to in years. “She insisted something else was responsible for what happened to Ruby, but no one believed her. And now knowing what we know now,” determination filled her eyes, “I want justice for them. For all of them. Because like Tommy…like Y/n,” she shuddered and Simon did too, “they didn’t have a choice. Their lives were stolen, and we owe to them to free them just as much as we need to free Shadyside. Until we do, they’ll never truly rest.”

By the time the plan was finally put to action, Simon was rethinking his entire life. He’d already witnessed two sheriffs’ killed by the Milkman, the others were arriving, and he was shaking so hard he prayed he wouldn’t blackout and fuck up everything.

Taking his place at the entrance to the hair salon, Simon gripped the rope until his knuckles turned white. He was panting, practically heaving, head snapping back and forth to scan the area for movement. He could see Ziggy and Josh from where he was. Kate was blocked from his vision by the damn tree, as was Martin. And he barely caught sight of Deena rolling across the counter where Sam was tied up.

As the thought came to his mind that maybe there’d be a chance it’d only be the Milkman, the sound of someone whistling, ‘Somewhere Over the Rainbow,’ filled his ears, causing his blood to run cold and chest to tighten. “Oh God.” Faint, soft, growing louder with each second and a moment later Y/n appeared from around the corner. Twirling her rope, and hat perched slightly down to cover her face.

Just like at the school she was following the blood trail. Boots clicking along the tile, tassels swaying with each step. Simon gulped, feeling the sweat bead on his forehead. He held his breath as she passed by him, as though he was invisible. Waiting until she got further into the salon, Simon said a prayer and yanked the rope until the gate closed. Trapping Y/n, who now noticed she was being tricked and rushed forward to escape, but Simon was faster. Pulling the rope to the hook where he wrapped it until secure and raced back to the meeting point.

“How many is that?” Deena asked once everyone was back.

“I got one, Martin got the Milkman,” Josh told her.

“I got Skull Mask,” said Kate.

“Rodeo Queen makes four,” Simon held up four fingers.

“Five. We have five,” Ziggy appeared from behind Deena, coming to their little circle and dropping to her knees. “Nightwing.”

Deena’s breath hitched, “No Ruby?”

Josh mentally cursed, “I don’t know. We need to keep an eye on--.”

“Y-Y-Y-Yo!” Martin screeched, effectively cutting the boy off. His eyes were full of fear as he faced them. “Why’d it get so quiet?”

They all leaned over the counter, observing the group of killers who, yeah, were very quiet. Even Y/n’s whistling stopped. All of them standing at the gates like robots. Or video game characters waiting for the player to make the next move.

There was only one explanation for it. Ziggy being the first to realize with a chilling gasp of air, “It’s him.”

Deena gave her a look full of sympathy, “You don’t have to do this.”

“Yes, I do,” Ziggy said with determination. This was more than putting an end to the curse. This was about avenging Cindy. Avenging Alice. And Tommy. And the countless others killed at Camp Nightwing. Her sister died trying to protect her, now she was going to ensure it wasn’t in vain.

They all watched silently as Ziggy pulled herself over the counter, taking her place in front of the hanging tree. Deena inhaled, “Mount up,” then she went over the counter. Followed by the others one at a time. Simon raced to the salon, hiding in the space between the two stores just as the bells rang indicating someone stepped inside the mall.

A second later he saw Nick Goode enter the food court, approaching Ziggy in the middle and he kneeled down to begin undoing the ties on the hook. Readying himself.

He barely heard Ziggy say, “Tag, you’re it,” before she pulled the string next to her, yanking the bucket of Deena’s blood and splashed it over his head. Immediately she bolted away, and Simon took that as the cue to open the gate.

The metal clanked, ascending off the ground to break the barrier between Y/n and the food court. Simon saw her flinch back at the noise but then began to walk forward at a slow pace. Exiting the salon, Simon tried not to trip on his feet as he raced to Kate and Josh but nearly lost his footing when Ziggy’s screams echoed in his ears. He turned to see Nick holding her in a chokehold with his gun pointed at the Milkman.

“Ah!” His hold on Ziggy dropped as Skull Mask thrusted a knife into his back. Ziggy unfortunately didn’t get far before she was caught by the Milkman. “Your blood is on her! It’s on Ziggy!”

“What do we do?!” Simon yelled in a panic, gaze falling on Goode fighting against Skull Mask while Ziggy thrashed in Milkman’s arms. The others were slowly descending on them and needed to act fast. Deena ran forward, grabbing the knife Ziggy dropped and ran the blade across her palm. Instantly Skull Mask and Milkman’s attention drew up, allowing Nick and Ziggy to push them off.

Nick pushed through the doors leading to storage, disappearing from their sight. “Go! Go!” Josh screamed to his sister. “We got him!” Deena dashed off towards Nick, running like her life depending on it--because it kind of did and because the killers were now chasing her. Thankfully before Skull Mask got her Martin knocked him off his feet with a chair. Buying her time as got to the doors, stopping abruptly by pressing her back against the wall.

The rest of the group gathered inside the clothing store. “Oh God, oh God, oh God!!” Josh’s stomach flipped as the Grifter and Y/n moved toward them. “No, no, no!”

“It’s my shirt, it’s covered in her blood!” Ziggy threw the piece of clothing out, then helped Josh and Martin pull the gate down. Creating a barrier between them and the others.

“Go!” Josh screamed to his sister. “We’ll handle them.” She didn’t hesitate, pushing through the doors to resume the chase. The food court fell silent then, with the exception of the heaved breaths they were taking as the adrenaline continued to pump their veins.

“Ok, we need a Plan B,” Martin called out as they lined up beside each other against the gate. “Like now.”

That’s when they noticed Tommy Slater, aka Nightwing, stomping his way toward the exit Deena went through. “No…” Josh countered, “we just need more Plan A.”

Opening the gate, the group raced in different directions toward the water guns they had discarded when the attacks first began. Simon grabbed his then hurried to Y/n who happened to be the closest, spraying her chest with the neon-colored blood mix and causing the white color of her outfit to turn green. The action made her stumble, head tilting down as though to inspect her shirt and Simon saw the way her brows lifted. Confused by what happened.

Not waiting to see what she’d do, Simon ran past and into the store. Kneeling beside Kate who matched his unease.

“I got that creepy perv motherfucker right in the bullseye,” Martin’s gaze locked on the Milkman, his target who was now strutting in their direction. “This is gonna work, right?”

Oh, it worked.

Not a second the Grifter had the Milkman in the air and tossed him down like some ragdoll. Then Nightwing let out a battle cry, swinging his ax into the large man’s leg, causing him to fall to his knees and allow him to drive the ax into his neck. Skull Mask went after Milkman, and Simon watched in both horror and fascination as Y/n wrang her rope around Nightwings' neck and yanked him to his knees. Strangling him as she stood behind until Skull Mask snatched her hair to drive the knife into her back. She let out a cry, fighting his hold until she broke free and then attempted to wrap the rope around his neck. Working him to his knees as she pulled as hard as she could.

“Holy shit,” Simon couldn’t believe it worked. The sight was gruesome, unsettling, but ultimately their best case scenario to buy Deena time.

Unfortunately….they forgot Sam was still there. Who broke free from her binds and was now high tailing it after Deena. “Guys,” Josh was the first to notice, “We lost Sam.”

“That can’t be good,” Simon mumbled under his breath, attention going back to the showdown in the middle of the food court. Y/n had somehow managed to climb on top of the Grifter and was basically severing off the final bit of his head with how hard she was strangling him when she was violently pulled off by Nightwing. The Grifter’s head came loose, and Y/n fell to her back with a loud grunt, which turned into ear piercing screams as the ax drove into her chest until she ultimately stilled.

Simon threw up in his mouth, hand coming up to stop it from spilling as he moved away from the group and proceeded to release the bile on the floor. Despite the harm she caused him and the fact she was technically dead, seeing Y/n get hacked like she was a piece of wood was an image that would be burned into Simon’s mind forever. He’ll likely have nightmares for months. Cause what the actual fuck.

Eventually Tommy was struck down and they all became a pile of black blood and guts in the middle of the floor. But that was only temporary.

“Right now they’re dead, but that’s not gonna last.” Josh said as he pulled open the gate. Already the body parts were migrating back to the killers. It could be minutes before they were up and ready for round two. “We don’t have a lot of time. We have to get ready to fight.”

“Wait!” Ziggy pulled him back when she heard a sound, the five of them glancing to their left to see a shadow approaching.

“What the hell is that?”

Billy Baxter. The child killer who beat his family with a baseball bat, thumping said bat, appeared. Coming up to the gumball machines where he proceeded to bang the bat on the metal, the loud sound echoing. As though he was taunting the group.

And just when they thought his sudden entrance was a surprise, there was singing coming from the opposite direction. “You always hurt the one you love. The one you shouldn’t hurt all.”

Simon’s blood ran cold, “Ruby.”

That made seven. Seven killers, five of which were currently in the process of ‘waking up’. And who the hell knows if Deena already found Nick and hasn’t been attacked yet by Sam. Time was ticking and it didn’t look to be in their favor.

“Ok. Ok, you know what?” Martin rushed to grab a water gun. Pumping it, “At least we still have magic blood.” But when he went to shoot, nothing but air was released. He pumped again but was to no avail. “I’m tapped.”

“Me too,” Ziggy breathed, and Ruby’s singing grew louder. Simon tried his, but he too was out of blood.

“No, no, no! We can find other weapons!” Josh insisted. “We can use the delivery hallway, outflank them. We--.”

“Or…” Martin cut in, “we can wait in out.”

Josh shook his head. “What? No, no!, No, we’re--we’re too close!” Looking at Kate and Simon, he saw their hesitation and frowned. “Too many people have died, and I’m not letting them take my sister too!” He pleaded, his fear growing more and more with Ruby’s singing drawing closer and the body parts connecting to their respective owners. “We have to protect her! Please!”

When neither Martin nor Ziggy made efforts to move, Josh peered at Kate and Simon, who gave him a nod and followed him out. They weren’t sure what to do, but Josh took Tommy’s ax and started toward Ruby.

“Up, up, down, down,” Josh mumbled to himself, flipping the ax as the nerves exploded in every cell. “Left, right,” he got closer, and closer, Kate and Simon a few inches back to assist in the attack. “B, A, start!” The ax came swinging down on Ruby’s back, propelling her into the wall and unleashing a gush of black blood. Josh swung again with a roar, the ax sticking into the drywall and he screamed as pain erupted in his stomach from the slash of Ruby’s switchblade.

“Josh!!!” Kate tackled Ruby as he fell, making the blade fall from her grasp and the two rolled onto the floor. Simon kicked it away, joining the fight as Ruby got on top of Kate and tried to choke her. He took her by the hair, throwing her off followed by a harsh kick to the stomach. But Ruby dodged his next attack and sent Simon to the floor with a punch to his jaw.

The next minute happened so fast. Josh’s arm got broken, Kate’s thigh slashed, and Simon was seconds from being stabbed in the throat when a bullet shot through Ruby’s head. Her body slumping forward as blood splattered across the poor boy’s face. “Not again,” he groaned and winced from the pain in his jaw.

“That’s one,” Ziggy lowered the gun she snagged from one of the dead officers. She and Martin rushed over to the three. Josh whimpered as they helped him up, his shattered arm cradled by his other. A wave of comfort filled his chest though when Kate limped over, placing her hand not applying pressure on her thigh on his shoulder.

“This isn’t good, oh God,” Simon cracked, the Grifter sitting up as his head slowly attached itself. “Fucking hell.” The ginormous man stood to his full height, and Simon feared he was going to shit his pants any moment now. The others were coming too, his gaze falling on Y/n’s twitching body, shivering at the way her body contorted like a performer in the circus until she too stood upright.

From the side Ziggy kept her attention on Billy Baxter. His bat echoing each time he banged it on the tile, the ceramic mask he wore an eerie sight for it made him look like a porcelain doll. Ziggy unloaded the clip, sending one, two, bullets into his head and shoulder before it clicked. “I’m…that’s it!”

Obviously that pissed him off. Because now he was moving with determination, banging the bat a bit rougher.

Nightwing rose, followed by Milkman and Skull Mask. Ruby started twitching. “Oh God!” Y/n began whistling. Billy’s bat kept banging with each step.

Seven Shadyside killers versus five Shadyside survivors.

“Come on!” Martin screamed as they closed in on them.

Simon trembled, eyes flickering between each killer until they fell on Y/n. She was walking fast, rope swinging as she geared up to toss it. And just when she was about to let it loose, she disappeared in an explosion of swarming flies.

As did all of them.

Simon gasped, flooded with relief as he stared at the spot Y/n once stood. Heart pounding that his ribs hurt, but he couldn’t help but smile as he watched the remaining flies disperse until the area was clear.

“She did it,” Josh released the air he’d been holding. Leaning onto Kate who was practically crying. “She fucking did it.”

Martin fell to his knees, Ziggy dropped the empty gun, and Simon hunched over with his hands on his knees. Part of him felt like throwing up again, but his stomach was pretty much empty and he was in no mood to start dry heaving.

“Remind me to tell Deena she can use my employee discount for the rest of her life.”

“I don’t know if this is a good idea, Simon,” Kate frowned as nervous butterflies filled her stomach, clutching the binder containing all the newspaper clippings and stuff they gathered for this very moment. “Are we really sure about this?” She turned to Josh who gave her a shrug, he too was unsure.

“Ziggy said she was going to Nurse Lane to give her closure, we should do the same for Y/n’s family,” Simon told her, holding a plate of freshly baked cookies they made that morning. Which they hoped would make Y/n’s sister give them the time to explain their visit. “I mean, c’mon. If you spent fifty years believing your sister didn’t just suddenly snap despite what everyone else said, wouldn’t you want the person who cracked the truth to tell you? I would.”

Kate sighed, “Yes, I guess you’re right. Still it feels odd--like we’re blindsiding her by coming to her house instead of calling in advance.”

“To be fair,” Josh interjected, “if we called there’d be a high chance she’d never answer. Or hang up before we got the chance to explain.”

“Exactly, Rain Man,” Simon clapped him on the back with a smile. They walked up the driveway to the porch, opening the screen door of the enclosure and huddled inside while Simon rang the doorbell. When no one answered, he knocked a few times and waited, then rang the bell again.

Finally the door swung open revealing an older woman, walking cane in hand and squinting at the trio with raised suspicion, “Can I help you?”

“Hello!” Simon greeted with a small smile, “Forgive us for the unexpected visit, are you Ms. Donna L/n?”

The woman nodded slowly, “L/n is my maiden name, yes.”

Josh spoke from behind Simon, “Your sister was Y/n L/n, right?” Now Donna appeared sullen, frowning as her lips curled down.

“I’m sorry, whatever this is I can’t--.” Simon jeered forward when she started closing the door.

“We have proof your sister didn’t go crazy!” Donna’s eyes widened. “Well, that she didn’t just snap--it was something--someone--else who made her.” At her hesitant reaction, Simon relaxed his shoulders and pleaded to her, “Please. A couple weeks ago we went through hell--it’s a miracle we’re even standing here right now. The same thing that happened to you at the rodeo fifty years ago,” he saw Donna’s eyes glisten, face visible with pain, “happened to us. And we know why--please just give us ten minutes of your time and we will explain everything.”

Donna was silent, tension building as they waited for an answer. Instead of giving one, the frail woman simply stepped to the side, opening the door further to allow the teens in. Simon thanked her, as did Josh and Kate, entering the home before following Donna to the living area. She left them alone for a few minutes, returning with a tray of milk and hot tea.

Simon placed the cookies beside them, “Thank you,” he said while taking a glass of milk, Kate accepting a teacup. Glancing around, Simon took in the living space of the home. He wondered if this was the house Y/n grew up in and Donna took over after their parents died. Judging by the glass bookshelf containing trophies, ribbons, and plaques of the girl's accomplishments, it looked like it hadn’t been touched in decades. Simon shuddered upon seeing the sepia portrait of Y/n in the same white outfit hanging over the bookshelf.

Donna sat on the leather recliner opposite the couch the teens sat on. “You said you have proof. That my sister…” she swallowed, frail hand coming up to adjust her glasses, “Why does it feel like whatever you’re about to tell me has something to do with the recent misfortunes of Sheriff Goode?”

Simon didn’t sugar coat it. “Because they do.” He motioned to Kate, who placed her teacup on the table and extended the binder in her lap to Donna. The woman took it, brows pinching as she opened it and began flipping through the pages. They teens had taped the newspaper clippings of all the Shadyside killers next to articles about the Goode family. Ryan Torres beside Nick becoming Sheriff and Will elected Mayor. Then their father became chief of police next to the article of Ruby Lane.

“What….” Donna mumbled, face paling when she reached the clipping of her sister. Y/n’s face staring back at her. The beautiful girl and loving sister Donna remembered, not the horrifying, crazed, jealous rodeo queen determined to keep her title the media painted her to be. Donna’s face tightened, scowling at the article next to Y/n’s in which it detailed Joseph Goode’s sister, the daughter of Michael Goode, winning the rodeo and $10,000 scholarship to Ohio State University.

What Y/n should have won.

The pieces started falling together for Donna as the teens revealed the deal Solomon Goode made with the Devil in 1666. His framing of Sarah Fier for witchcraft, and the centuries worth of sacrifices the Goode’s have made in exchange for power, wealth, and legacy. That Y/n had been selected by Michael Goode as a sacrifice in 1941 and her killing her friends and competition at the rodeo was not actually her. But Satan possessing her body. What broke Donna’s heart further was learning Y/n was resurrected in 1978 and two weeks prior to hunt down Christine Bergman, Samantha Fraser, and Deena Johnson for bleeding on Sarah Fier’s bones. Even in death, her sister was a slave to Satan.

“So,” Donna sniffed, wiping away the fallen tears, “Michael Goode sold my sister’s soul to the Devil, so his daughter could take her title and the money that would’ve allowed Y/n to follow her dreams. You know, I always thought there was something going on in that family. They were too…righteous,” she waved a finger. “And what concerned me was how Goode's daughter never showed interest in the rodeo prior to ‘41. She used to tease Y/n and was envious of the attention my sister got. It wasn’t until Ohio State offered the scholarship that suddenly Sunnyvale’s princess wanted to be a cowgirl.”

Simon, Josh, and Kate looked on with sadness. Blinking away tears threatening to fall. Well Kate did have some drop, her cheer uniform slightly wet from wiping them away.

She stopped crying, but her eyes remained glossy, a sad smile on her lips as she trailed a finger over her Y/n’s picture. “She was so talented--so extraordinary. People all over Union went to the rodeo to see her rope. It’d take her seconds to catch the calf when they dropped the gates. She was the best.”

Simon fiddled with the rings on his fingers, sadness consuming him as he observed the elderly woman, still haunted by the actions of her sister. He attempted to shed some light on the situation, “I wish I could say I didn’t know,” his face flushed, “but yeah, I definitely understand how she got all those titles.”

Kate nudged him with her elbow, scolding, “Simon.”

Donna simply chuckled, waving a hand, “It’s alright. I’m sorry you had to experience that--I cannot imagine what you and your friends went through and I’m happy you all are okay.” Donna closed the binder, handing it back to Kate, “However, it does bring me some solace that Y/n is now free from that bastard. I just wish our parents were here to know the truth.” A distant look appeared on Donna, “They suffered the most after that night. Momma was never the same, and Daddy had to quit his job--couldn’t bring himself to face the town.”

They ended up staying at Donna’s later than expected, listening to the woman recall memories of her sister growing up. What the County Rodeo was like before they got rid of it, the depths of Y/n’s talent and potential had she not died. Her plans of going to Ohio State to study agriculture and hoped to one day own a ranch. She wanted to help her family, provide for them, get her parents out of debt and ensure Donna had a stable future.

They learned Y/n loved bees and her favorite flower was marigolds. She loved Bing Crosby and saw The Wizard of Oz in cinemas several times when it first released. Y/n enjoyed school, was popular amongst her peers and besides the rodeo she volunteered at the local animal hospital.

By the end of the visit, the teens felt like they knew Y/n the way she should’ve been known. As a bright, young girl with dreams of getting out of Shadyside. Just like they all dreamed of.

Donna thanked them all with a hug goodbye, expressing her gratitude for their bravery and by giving her closure, “I cannot thank you enough for what you did.” Tears threatened to fall but she held them back, clasping Simon's hands in hers to give him a slip of paper with her landline number on it. “I am forever in your debt--whenever you all need something and I can help, please don’t hesitate to call.”

An unlikely friendship formed between the teens and Donna. Not long after they found themselves coming over for Sunday dinner every once in a while or dropping by on holidays to keep her company. They brought flowers on her birthday and watched The Wizard of Oz with her on Y/n’s. Simon used his employee discount on her whenever she came into the store. Donna bought them gifts when they graduated.

And every couple of months Simon and Kate took it upon themselves to clean Y/n’s grave now that Donna was unable to. Cutting away overgrown branches and scrubbing away paint whenever some punk ass kid decided to vandalize it.

‘Here lies Y/n M/n L/n

1924-1941

Sister, Daughter, Rodeo Queen

Now in a place somewhere over the rainbow.’

The last sentence was recently added by a collective effort of the group pitching in money to help Donna.

“This shit pisses me off man,” Simon grumbled as he brushed aggressively across the stone where the red spray paint read, ‘Rope in Hell, demon,’ in large writing over Y/n’s name. “I mean have some respect--didn’t they see the news?!” He was referencing the latest news story in which the truth of the Goode family and Sarah Fier was released to the public on an online forum.

Everyone say, ‘thank you, Josh.”

Kate looked at him sadly, “Not everyone is quick to believe that, Simon. We weren’t exactly on board with it in the beginning, remember?” She turned to drop the branches and moss into a bucket. “It’s going to take time. Sunnyvale worshiped the Goode’s--literally. But thankfully here it seems like people are slowly coming around.”

And they were. Slowly but surely the residents of Shadyside had a new outlook on their town and the darkness that once loomed over. Their reputation as Killer Capitol U.S.A now with reason. The horrors of their peers were not brought on by a sudden snap, their souls were traded at the cost of others.

Ruby Lane. Tommy Slater. Ryan Torres. Y/n L/n.

Kids turned to killers, but the people who knew and loved them always believed it wasn’t a snap in judgement. And now there was proof. Their names and reputation cleared.

Simon sighed, wiping the sweat from his forehead and dipping the brush back into the cleaner. “It’s unfair.” He scrubbed until all the paint was gone, then proceeded to polish the stone while Kate planted more daisies since the last ones they left were stolen.

“I know. But what more can we do?” She smoothed the soil. The two continued to work in silence. Stopping periodically for water breaks and to have a quick snack. Simon went as far as to take a toothbrush and clean out the engraved lettering.

When they were finally done, the two removed their gloves and placed them in the bag containing all their tools. “We did good,” Simon patted Kate on the back. “Did Ziggy say she was going to do Ruby’s after she cleaned Tommy’s?”

“Yeah she did,” Kate pulled her backpack on her shoulders, “I checked before we got started. They’re both clean with fresh flowers--and Ryan’s parents already cleaned his the other day.”

“Nice,” Simon chewed on a granola bar, crumbs coating his lips. “Our work here is done,” he hauled his own backup up, “until next time.” Gazing one last time at the headstone, Simon felt a smile curl on his lips, “Hey, look,” he pointed to the daisies, “A bee.”

A lone bee landed on one of the daisies, then traveled to the headstone where it settled on the spot right above Y/n’s name.

Kate’s brows lifted, face shifting to that of awestruck, “Didn’t Donna say Y/n had a liking for bees?” She thought back to their first visit. “That she had a stuffed bumblebee as a kid and once said she’d want to be reincarnated as one?”

Simon understood what she was implying, his heart skipping as a sudden warmth filled his chest. Watching the bee in pure wonder as it remained in its spot on Y/n’s grave, almost like it was giving them a sign. “Yeah…she did.”

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♡day 5: robby keene ♡

ROBBY MY BELOVED, i WISH they'd kept his grunge skater-boy fashion throughout the show, we get to see it a handful of times but i want it full time !!

so the main thing about robby for me personally is his daddy issues. all other aspects of his character are important obviously but for MY PERSONAL rationale on why he's so important to me: it's his daddy issues.

i love johnny and i understand his reasoning for taking himself out of robby's life, but it's bullshit. sorry not sorry. ten-year-old robby isn't sitting there thinking "thank god i don't have my dad here right now because he would probably mentally mess me up and isn't emotionally or financially stable enough to handle a kid" no. ten-year-old robby is thinking "why tf doesn't my dad want me?"

it's very much frankenstein's creation. robby didn't asked to be made. he didn't ask to have the personality he has. johnny and shannon decided to be idiots, they made robby. then robby was stuck between two literal children who were both emotionally immature. how can you spite your own creation?

and i know there are johnny fans that say he tried reconnecting with robby throughout the first few seasons but robby kept pushing him away. HE IS ALLOWED TO. i actually think that was highly predictable that robby would push him away. when someone you've spent your whole life waiting for never reaches out to you, you give up. it becomes a defensive mechanism that you expect disappointment. so to protect yourself, you decide you're not only going to stop waiting, but that you'll never give them the satisfaction of knowing you were waiting.

robby got sick of waiting for his dad to grow tf up. he's also a little ball of anger bc of his living conditions. he loves his mom obvi and he had a roof over his head but we all watched the same show, robby was struggling to stay afloat on his own bc she was always drunk, out, and mentally really spacey. so when he goes to the dojo and sees johnny hug a kid his age (which it's implied he's never really hugged robby) yeah, he crashes out. before, he could rationalize like "oh my dad's not a very physical person. he just doesn't like showing his emotions like that." but to see him hug this random kid. that hurts so bad.

then ya know things get worse, he figures out who miguel is, he grows closer with the larussos, all this new context on all sides makes him angrier (rightfully so). he hears daniel's side, he sees sam's side, miguel can't seem to back off or act like a normal human being, so it's a lot harder for robby to see his dad's attempts as genuine. or at least attempts that would end in anything but disaster. so to protect himself he sticks by miyagi-do, but stuff goes down and now his second father-figure (in his eyes) betrays him by luring him and calling the cops on him.

he even feels ridiculous for having the smallest bit of hope that johnny would come with bobby to visit him so all in all a very angry kid that's not going to listen to any of johnny's attempts anymore.

EVEN NOW we have yet to see johnny develop much of a bond with robby, much less as close a bond as the one he shares with miguel. and when johnny said he's been focusing on robby at the sekai taikai, when? were these moments in the room with us? he interacted with him one-on-one once and that was robby just saying "sorry dad" bc the whole team was fighting. (there better be deleted scenes or something bc that's awful writing on the writers' part to callback to something that doesn't exist.)

so anyways, his daddy issues, 100%, think about it very often.

also his second-place syndrome, WHY DO THE WRITERS HATE HIM?

but this trait is exactly why his relationship with tory works so well so. and it makes me root for him more. it also makes him more relatable. like i love miguel but he's a little overpowered and he's really well-liked by pretty much the whole fandom and the characters in the show so it gets a little boring after a bit bc he's so popular.

ermmm this is embarrassing...i don't have much other justification for why i like him. this pretty much covers it. let me check the checklist:

✔️ anger issues

✔️ daddy issues

✔️ motivation to prove himself after spending his whole life as an after-thought

✔️ he's a cutie patootie in dark clothes

...alrighty, to the end we go !

!! headcanons !!

he listens to rock/grunge/classic rock (i mean cmon he's not a poser, look at the shirts he wears) (grunge skater-boy robby come back home to me, the kids miss you)

after graduation, robby gets a little more involved in hanging around brandon and, over time, tory starts trusting robby to help her do errands (shopping, picking brandon up, etc.) (robby's basically a strong older male figure for anthony, kenny, and brandon at this point) (beating the deadbeat dad genetics)

him and hawk spend time working out or sparring together, miguel occasionally joins them but prefers to work out with sam (sometimes tory will work out with hawk and robby) (this is really the only middle ground robby and hawk have, they don't have much to talk about outside of workouts)

after living with carmen and rosa, and since they're now a permanent part of his family, he starts practicing his spanish a little more (nothing revolutionary but enough to understand what rosa says)

he actually gets along swimmingly with rosa and often talks to her or helps her do various tasks when he can. miguel finds it odd at first but realizes that's just rosa's personality.

he also gets along really well with carmen, she acts just like a second mother to him. between her and amanda, and his mom's reappearance in his life, it's safe to say he's getting plenty of the maternal love and attention he was missing.

robby and demetri aren't very close anymore but, before the school fight, the two were about as close as they were to sam at the time. he'd sit with demetri when there was a movie the lanky nerd was dying to see and they sometimes talked about tech (with the little knowledge robby had to swindle customers at tech town) (demetri's mainly just yapping but robby understood enough of what he was saying) (their whole dynamic was just demetri yapping and robby chiming in with "yes i understood that reference" every five minutes)

while robby tries to pretend he's content in the amount of effort his parents are now putting into his life, miguel and sam see right through it and talk to johnny and amanda to talk with shannon so they can both get more involved. he definitely finds their sudden boost of effort weird and uncomfortable at first but it makes him really happy to see them try.

robby considers following in his dad's footsteps and taking over the dojo, mentoring under johnny and chozen before taking over as an adult (idk what canon has planned for him so this is ambiguous for now whether or not he follows this idea)

kenny, tory, miguel, and sam plan a surprise birthday party for his 21st bday (more miguel and sam planning and kenny and tory distracting him) (he doesn't really like surprises but the thought behind it means a lot)

he spends some time with shawn and kenny after he graduates, just hanging out, going to the skate park, having lunch, etc. he even tries teaching kenny how to skate but kenny doesn't really catch on

he also spends some time with anthony and tries to give him advice where it's needed. there are a few times when anthony talks about how disappointed he is that he's not at kenny's level or even devon's level. (it reminds robby a lot of his own self-doubt and never feeling good enough) robby's always quick to remind him how he didn't know any karate then managed to make it in the race for the sekai taikai team within months of training, so he's really not that bad at making progress, it just takes time (especially since kenny and devon have about a year leg-up on him)

while he doesn't spend a crazy amount of time with miguel, he would consider him a close friend, just below tory and sam. plus they spend enough time together at home and during family events to have a good bond.

while he spends a lot of time with sam and tory, and anthony and kenny, and hawk and shawn, and brandon and daniel (quite the social butterfly you are mr. keene) he always always has time set aside for his new little sister. whether he spends his time with her with johnny, miguel, carmen, rosa, sam, tory, he doesn't care. he has grown to be quite protective of her and never wants to let her out of his sight (possibly a side effect of feeling unnoticed and unloved when he was growing up~) (robby keene you are ALWAYS beating the deadbeat allegations <3)

when she gets older, he takes her out to the park, lets her ride his skateboard (while holding both of her hands to make sure she doesn't fall), makes her breakfast, etc. etc. carmen and johnny obviously do the most with her as her parents but when they get a little tired or need some time alone or just straight up busy, rosa, miguel, and robby are right there to take over

(would lowkey love a spin-off in like fifteen years about her asking about miguel and robby's high school experience and both of them awkwardly trying to avoid saying anything too concerning)

in conclusion: robby deserves better and yeah he's angry but validly so, and everything he's ever done is rationalized by "okay but did you see what that person did to him?" (thinking about him retaliating to johnny. and sam. and miguel. and daniel. and hawk.) he's just a little guy. who adores his tall cool gf. and even though canon treats him as a plot device for miguel and johnny, he's such a cool character and i would love to see more of him in any future iterations.

#bro's a cutie patootie #he did nothing wrong #daddy issues #lowkey he needs therapy #but whatever #cobra kai #tory nichols #robby keene #sam larusso #samantha larusso #miyagi do #miguel diaz #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso

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that-stanford-girlie · 4 days ago

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𝐼 𝒲𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝒢𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒰𝓅 𝒪𝓃 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒥𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒴𝑒𝓉

𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝒲𝒾𝓃𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓍 𝒜𝓈𝒽𝓁𝑒𝓎 𝒮𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇

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pairing: dean winchester x ashley singer

pov: first person, dean winchester

authors notes: this story is not proofread. this is also based on my headcanons and my oc is a character. do not bash me if my headcanons don’t align with yours, or if you don’t like my oc. i joined this writing challenge for me, and for my enjoyment. if you don’t like it, don’t say anything and keep scrolling. thank you @impala-dreamer for putting this on! i was very excited to join this challenge once again and use the prompt “first kisses” this is part of her “through his eyes” dean winchester writing challenge!!! ashley singer is my supernatural oc, so i felt like incorporating her into this story and using her again!!!

learn about ashley here.

genre: longing with fluff. a hint of angst too.

words: 1218

I’ve loved Essie since she was 25. That I’ll admit. But fuck, am I terrified to tell her that. She was my best friend growing up. Maybe she’s ten years younger than me. Maybe she and I graduated a decade apart. Maybe she was like a little sister to me our whole lives.

But now? Now, she’s 32. I’m 42. We’ve hunted together for a little under a decade. And I need to have Sam in the room between us so I don’t do anything stupid.

And as much as I hate it, I flirt with random bartenders and and waitresses so I don’t ruin what she and I have.

Like I am right now.

Blonde, young girl. She’s pretty, but she’s not Ashley Willow Singer. No, the girl by that name is going over notes with Sam.

The perky waitress says something with a laugh and her hand placed on my bicep. I laugh as well despite not knowing what she said. I listen to her talk, and I flirt, but I couldn’t care less what she’s saying.

I glance over at Essie and Sam. He glances at me, but her eyes stay on the notes. I act like I don’t notice her angry mannerisms.

It’s easier to have her mad at me than to commit to something neither of us can keep.

“So what do you do for a living?” the blonde asks. My gaze snaps to hers.

“Nothin’ too worth a second glance,” I smile back. “I hunt around the states.”

It’s not technically a lie. But she’ll just think it’s deer, birds, that kind of thing.

“Ooh, so you use a gun!” she laughs. “I’ve always liked big, strong men who know how to use guns…” Her hand trails down my arm.

And Ashley rushes towards the bathroom. And I feel bad, but I keep flirting with the waitress, because what else am I to do? I can’t do anything else.

I can’t show feeling. Otherwise she’d get attacked. More than a Hunter does, at least.

Sam shoots me a glare, and I shrug. I turn back to the girl, groaning internally.

I talk to her for a solid twenty more minutes, Ashley coming back about five minutes into those twenty.

But then she goes to the attractive male barista and orders a milkshake.

And she flirts with him.

I watch her for a couple minutes, anger bubbling in my chest. I watch the way her slender fingers brush up and down his arm. The way she bats those beautiful long eyelashes. Her sweet laugh rings through the loud diner.

And I can’t take it.

I stand up and shove the waitress away, mumbling a “sorry” as I storm over to Ashley. I grab her hand and put myself between her and the barista. “Hey, man. She’s not up for grabs,” I snap, seeing red.

The guy looks a little scared. Good. He should be.

Ashley tries to pull her wrist out of my grip, but I only tighten my hold.

“She’s not up for grabs,” I repeat. I grab her milkshake and drag her back to the table. Instead, she just storms out.

“Really, man?!” Sam asks.

“That’s my girl right there. Not his,” I growl back.

“You’re not dating her! You were flirting with a waitress!” he snaps. And he’s right. I’m a goddamn hypocrite.

So I storm out of the diner and catch up to Ashley.

“Essie-” I start. She spins around, pure hatred and anger in her gaze.

“What the hell?! What did you think you were doing?!” she asks.

“What were you doing?!” I counter.

“I was tryna get myself a date,” she scowls, her Southern accent thick and sexy as all hell.

“Not on my watch,” I grumble.

“Why?! You were feelin’ up that waitress. I’m allowed to talk to a damn guy.”

“Not. On. My. Watch,” I repeat.

Ashley rolls her eyes and rips her wrist out of my grip. She storms off to her pickup, and before I know it, she’s gone. I let out a frustrated groan and slide into Baby, following Essie. I text Sam and let him know where I’m going, not bothering to answer when he texts back.

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She pulls into a motel and I park a mile or so out. I walk out and ask which room she’s in, saying she’s my girlfriend so I don’t get the cops called on me.

I head up to room 6 and knock on the door. She opens the door, and her smile drops.

“Get the hell out.”

“Ess, you need to listen to me-”

“No.”

I sigh. I hang my head. “Please, just let me explain-”

“No! God, I can’t believe I ever had a thing for you!”

I sigh once again and she shuts the door. I slump against the wall, and I sit out there for hours. I sleep out there.

And the whole time, I just feel awful.

Because I messed up.

She admitted she had a thing for me…

And I fucked up.

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She opens the door in the morning, and I look up at her, my green gaze weary. Her gaze softens just a fraction as she looks down at me.

“What’re you doing?” she asks.

I stand up. “I just wanna talk. I was out of line, I was hypocritical… I know that. And I’m sorry. But Ess…”

She shakes her head. “You were out of line.”

“I know. And I know I can’t take that back. But I can make the future better.”

She leads me inside, forgetting whatever she was going to do. She sits on the bed and looks up at me. “I just… I don’t know.”

I sit next to her. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart. The nickname slips out involuntarily, but she doesn’t seem to care.

“Just… I dunno. I got so mad that you were flirting with the waitress that I wanted to get back at you… but why would you ever want me?” she mumbles.

“The hell do you mean?”

“I mean I’m broken, Dee. I’m broken, I’m scarred, I’m a mess… nobody would want that.”

That’s the final straw. I grab her chin and turn her face to mine. “You are not broken. You hear me? Just because you were in the trade how many years ago and now you’re here means you’re a survivor. You hear me, Ashley? You’re not broken. You’re a damn survivor.”

“But-” she starts, and I shake my head.

“No buts, princess. You’re not broken, okay?” I whisper. I stare into those beautiful blue eyes, and I glance down at her light pink, plush lips for a moment. Her breath hitches, and she shakes her head.

“…I am,” she whispers back.

I shake my head and press my lips to hers, just like I’d always wanted to. She’s caught by surprise, but immediately kisses back. It’s slow and sweet. Soft. And when we pull apart, she mirrors the smile on my lips before kissing me again.

And again.

I press little kisses all over her face, smiling at the sweet sound of her laugh.

“So you forgive me?” I mumble.

She nods. “I do.” Ashley presses her lips to mine once more.

I can’t remember the last time first kisses felt so sweet.

post-story author’s notes!: thank you for reading! it was fun to put everything through dean’s eyes, so thank you @impala-dreamer for hosting this writing challenge and letting me do it again!!! it was super fun to write this, and i enjoyed putting my oc into this.

once again, this was really fun to write and delve into dean’s thoughts.

it was super fun to write this! thank you beka, my love, for putting this on and letting me do one more!! i had so much fun :)

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deedala · 11 months ago

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🍃w e e k l y t a g w e d n e s d a y🍃

thank you to @energievie for writing the game this week and thanks for tagging me!! also thanks for tagging me for this and also for the pinterest game which im putting down below @lingy910y @gallapiech @suzy-queued @creepkinginc @thepupperino @blue-disco-lights @crossmydna @jrooc @heymacy @wehangout @mybrainismelted @xninetiestrendx @heymrspatel XOXOXO all of you 💖💖💖

Name: deanna

Age: noel-aged

Location: ooohiooo

And now...

What is your DJ name? i dunno, when i worked in college radio it was something about a fish... okay wait yes, lets go with DJ Fishy 🙃

If you were a genre of music, what would it be? whatever chappell roan's the rise and fall of a midwest princess is

What would you title your biography? Wellp

What are the first three things you'd do if you were invisible? i like this idea of sneaking onto expensive modes of transportation. i would do that assuming i had no where else to be and no responsibilities to see to 😆 and i would also rob rich people... and maybe i would go for walks int he middle of the night by myself and feel safe lol

What subject do you wish was taught in every school? all the important money and personal finance basics that they used to teach but then stopped because it made it easier to prey on adults who didnt know how to manage their credit and debt or do their taxes correctly 😜

When was the last time you tried something for the first time and what was it? uuhhh...the only thing i can think of right now is a lavender flavored matcha drink that was recommended a few months ago? ive gotten it again a few times (including today!) and its very good. im so happy i know what lavender tastes like now 😆

What is the most underrated city you have ever visited? this is very hard...i dont even really know how to know how most cities are rated anyway?? i feel like all the cities ive been to and loved are pretty universally rated highly lol. uhhhhh...i dunno.. Heidelberg, Germany? Luxembourg City? one of those.

What day in your life would you like to relive? uuhh i dunno, im going with wedding day because i barely remember any of it, it was such a blur. i would be less responsible and have more fun 😅

If you could eliminate one thing from your daily routine, what would it be and why? i really love sleeping and going to bed and falling asleep. but i hate waking up and i hate losing the time to unconsciousness. so if i could stay alive and not be tired and never sleep that would be so cool.

How long would you last in a zombie apocalypse? i like to think i could last pretty long because i am a huge wimp and have great Nope It's Time To Go instincts. Also im good at climbing.

What would be the most surprising scientific discovery imaginable? uuhhh backwards time travel

If you could have any view out your office window, what would you choose? puget sound with the olympic mountain range in the distance

☀️pinterest tag game☀️

i was tagged to do this pinterest game where you search Fashion, Pantone, Mood, and Food and post the first pin from each of the search results. gotta be honest buddies i dont really use pinterest very often and when i do its for random photo references sooooo...

x x x x

i do not know what is happening with that outfit. that is not really a color i would pick but its fine? the mood is pretty but looks kind of melancholy. that last photo though??? oh my god let me climb into there i wanna sit in the cozy rustic kitchen and eat pastries pleaaaaassseeeee!!!!!!

and now to tag in more folks to play either or both of these games!! 💖💖 @michellemisfit @darlingian @too-schoolforcool @the-rat-wins @lee-ow @mmmichyyy @iansw0rld @transmickey @burninface @loftec @metalheadmickey @gallawitchxx @gardenerian @vintagelacerosette @palepinkgoat @sam-loves-seb @samantitheos @sleepyfacetoughguy @sickness-health-all-that-shit @sleepyheadgallavich @rereadanon @mikhailoisbaby @mickeysgaymom @themarchg1rl @callivich @softmick @captainjowl @howlinchickhowl @spookygingerr @spoonfulstar @steorie @whatwouldmickeydo @burninface

#tag game #weekly tag wednesday

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jewishvitya · 2 years ago

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I was having a conversation about "narcissistic abuse" with a person with NPD. We were talking about the need to call out toxic behaviors that might come with unmanaged NPD, and how it's nothing like what we see now online. We talked about how people like them, who want to treat others well and manage their disorder, deserve to have resources that help them have healthy relationships. And they thanked me for not immediately assuming the worst of them. Which. Just shows you how they're used to being treated.

They got suicide baiting from random strangers just for the fact that they have NPD.

I've seen people getting told "this is doing nothing but making me feel awful about myself" and responding with "you should feel awful about yourself, you're a narcissist!"

It's dangerous to equate abuse with narcissism. It's dangerous to see people with NPD as deserving of harm. Most people with NPD will already be victims of abuse - that's how the disorder is usually developed. If you buy into the idea that they're abusive by nature, you're harming survivors.

There's no harmless way to dehumanize an entire group of people. Especially not over a trait they can't help.

Victims and survivors of abuse should get to talk about their experiences. This doesn't require diagnosing anyone and it doesn't require using a term that's associated with a disorder that's already seen as an inherent evil. There's no kind of abuse that's inherent or exclusive to a specific disorder. I hear the term "coercive control" which sounds really good for the kind of emotional and psychological abuse that gets discussed in those conversations, without adding ableist stigma.

If your opposition to ableism doesn't include people with the most stigmatized disorders, how deeply are you truly thinking about things.

The harm caused to people with NPD through stigma is enough for this to matter. But in addition to that, it's harmful to other people too.

First of all, because you buy into having a group of people who become acceptable targets over a condition they can't help.

Second, because you teach yourself to armchair diagnose people. Which means that you get to put whoever you want into the "acceptable target" group.

When you have a group of people that you think don't deserve to be treated as people, it's easier to persuade you to put unrelated people in that category. Think of the way accusations of "child predator!" are wielded against queer people too. This is not an uncommon tactic.

And it's already a thing here. Sam Vaknin was the one who coined the term narcissistic abuse. That's a man with no credentials to talk about mental health or about abuse. He's a hateful bigoted person. The things that he considers narcissistic include homosexuality, transgender identities, and women who sleep with multiple men instead of settling down with one.

If you buy into the idea that having NPD essentially means being abusive, and then all these things are all narcissistic things. At that point we have a line drawn between queerness and abuse, using the line that was drawn between NPD and abuse.

And another point, about the harassment people with NPD get, is - we shouldn't be punishing people. Just, in general. Punishment isn't justice and it isn't accountability. Withstanding whatever harm people see fit to inflict on you because they were convinced to hate you, rightfully or not, isn't justice or accountability. Even if you convinced yourself that the harm isn't real because… it happens in the virtual space? And that makes it fake somehow?

Think of the way people online talk about narcissists. Think of how easily they armchair diagnose NPD, calling any abuser a narc, and sometimes from one sided stories. And the way people hurry to cyberbully and dogpile.

Abusers will often paint their victims as the abusive ones as a way to escape being known as abusive. And if you take the job of punishing people that you decided deserve it, you will at some point become a tool of an abuser trying to further harm their victim.

Even if you see evidence, it's easy to fake and manufacture. And it'll only become easier with voice and video AI tools. And even if it's all true, punishing people does nothing good.

Convincing you that a group of people is inherently dangerous is a way to make you willing to harm them, or stand by as harm is being done to them. People with NPD don't deserve that.

Stop looking for people that it's acceptable to harass and punish and ostracize. Most of us are susceptible to mob mentality, and having acceptable targets makes you dangerous.

#riki babbles

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leviathanlazarus · 2 years ago

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Cross My Heart & Hope To Die

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x (F) Reader

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: angst, arguing, Sam being a dick, toxic relationship, dirty talking, oral sex, unprotected PIV sex, can be interpreted as hate-fucking tbh. 18+ ONLY!

A/N: I realized after the Cleveland show that whenever I see the boys live, I spend the majority of my time watching Danny (no surprise) and a good chunk of what's left watching Sam. His stage presence really is intoxicating for me--he has this very quiet but very intense allure and sex appeal. So needless to say, I've been inspired (also thanks to the song Borderline by Tove Lo for fueling that inspiration). Now, I've only ever written one groupie fic before and it was also a Sam fic; by default, I actually kind of hate them. But this fic here was just the story I had in mind. Hope you enjoy ;)

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That first time you’d seen Sam up there, aglow in dizzying arrays of rainbow light, shimmering in white and silver satin and silk, he looked so much like an ethereal angel. You’d immediately been lost in the catharsis that radiated from his own performance to everyone else–you could imagine how wrapped up in the stardom and music he was, with the constant moves of his body and inadvertently sex-drenched facial expressions while he plucked his bass or when those long fingers slid across the keys. It was like you could see every note flowing through him.

You weren’t alone in the trance, but you certainly felt like you were the only one there–the crowd had disappeared and you were on your own, standing in the dark, the only thing in your field of vision being that glorious being. “Starstruck” didn’t even begin to cover it, and when that angel’s gaze found your own, you were smart enough to not assume it was actually real–Sam wasn’t looking at you. So when later on, he’d found you and had truly looked at you and only you, his gaze had dove deep down into your bones and you knew you were a goner.

You hadn’t known what to expect. Who could say what any of those boys were like when the music was over and they were stripping down their real selves? At first, the silliness that Sam showed you was even more alluring than the silent siren that graced the stage night after night; he was funny, endearing and even chivalrous at times. He didn’t treat you like some random girl who just happened to have won the lottery with that chance encounter. He’d made the first move. Things happened. He called you all the pet names, bought you all the gifts, texted you all the things, made you feel like you were a part of the team. Like you were together. Because he said you were.

But as time went on, you felt a distance inching outward between the two of you. You heard from him less, saw him even less than that and when you did see him, you no longer felt like you were the only person in the room with him. You found yourself asking why you were sticking around–you were beginning to feel like some joke, just some groupie Sam was stringing along. Was it even worth it when he could be doing the same thing with other girls? You couldn’t full discount that–it stuck like a thorn in your side. But every time you saw him behind that bass or on those keys, the brilliant angel was back, sparkling like a lone star, and your heart beat fast and hard with an insatiable need to keep him for yourself no matter what.

You were still buzzing after the show–the US tour was done, which meant you’d have some real time with Sam before Europe kicked off. Or so you hoped. It’s what your mind was holding onto regardless of what was going on in Sam’s own. You’d wanted to meet him backstage like the other partners did, but Sam had requested you wait in his hotel room so, like the dutiful girlfriend you wanted to always be, you were doing just that. Sitting on the couch, tapping your foot, staring out the window and wishing to see your brilliant angel.

You were patient. You sat for what felt like an eternity. You checked your phone but you didn’t text him, didn’t call. He’d come when he was ready, so you waited some more until the door clicked in the middle of the dark midnight hours, you half-asleep against your own will.

At the sound of the door actually opening, you jolted into sudden full-consciousness, shooting up from the couch. Sam laughed; he wasn’t in dazzling white and silver anymore. He looked almost ordinary, but just almost. You knew you’d hit the jackpot by getting with one of the most beautiful and fawned over rising musicians. Rock gods. That’s what they all were. And Sam was an enigma–so many facets to his personality. So much that went on in his head that almost no one knew about.

That rough, raw laugh echoed in your ears and made your skin tingle. “You’re back,” you said, wobbling slightly on your feet. It really was late and you really were tired, but energy was steadily streaming back into your veins at the sight of him.

Sam strode over to you with ease, like he didn’t just spend two and a half hours in front of 35,000 people. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, sighing into your hair. “Sorry it took so long, kitten. Everyone wanted to go out for drinks.”

Then you could smell the lingering scent of beer on him. You looked up to ask, “You went out?”

Sam released his hold, suddenly putting nearly a foot of space between the two of you. “Just for a couple beers. I couldn’t get myself out of it.”

That was definitely a lie. You now were doubting that Josh, Danny and Jake even knew you had been waiting at the hotel–if they’d known, there was no way they wouldn’t have gotten you to go out too. You tried not to let the hurt show on your face but it definitely did, because Sam let out a huff and raised his eyebrows at you. You hated when he did that. It made you feel like a child.

“I would’ve gone out with all of you too,” you said, literally and figuratively standing your ground. You weren’t in the mood to argue but you also weren’t in the mood to feel like a doormat again. Being left out felt worse than anything. “If you’d just asked me.”

Sam’s mouth twitched as you saw a flicker of frustration move over his face, but then he sighed again. He pulled you back into his arms and said, “You’re right. I’m sorry, Y/N. I was an asshole.”

You could have just let it go but the pent up energy from waiting around–and it not being the first time–wouldn’t allow that. Anger bubbled up in your chest and tears broke through, streaming down your temples which made you feel even worse. Pathetic and stupid. “Sometimes it’s like you don’t even like me, Sam,” you said, pushing him away, hastily wiping the tears away. Your makeup was already ruined and you just wanted the stupid outfit you’d put on off your body now. Who even cared?

“How can you say that?” Sam asked when you sat down on the couch and looked down at your feet, still struggling to stop the tears. “I chose you.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, of course you did. Like that means anything.” It was too late–the torrent of resentment was running wild now. “I saw you with that girl in New York. I saw you with that waitress in Detroit.” You lifted your hips and pulled down your tights. If you were going to argue, you could at least be comfortable.

“Jesus, Y/N, where is all this coming from?” Sam asked, still standing, running a hand through his hair like this was exhausting for HIM.

You stood up, fumbling with the zipper on your dress for a minute; Sam approached and tried to help but you scooted away. “You used to make me feel like I was the only one in the room with you,” you told him, managing to get unzipped on your own, sliding the stupid dress down to kick aside. At least if you were busy changing, you didn’t have to make eye contact. “Now I just feel so stupid. You just got some groupie to sleep with whenever you want. And I bet I’m not the only one.”

“That’s not true,” Sam replied heatedly. You still weren’t looking at him, resigned to rifle through your suitcase for pajamas. It was going to be a long night and you didn’t even want to sleep in the same bed as him right now but you couldn’t ask to bunk with anyone else. Only Danny was riding solo, but that was definitely not an option. He grabbed your arm, stopping you from retrieving your favorite sleep t-shirt–a weathered and worn From the Fires t-shirt that you’d had since the early days, before you even knew Sam as a real person. “You need to believe that. I’ve never cheated on you.”

You shook him off and pulled the t-shirt over your head, then wiped at your eyes again. The tears had mostly stopped but the anger was still brewing, making you feel hot and tight inside. “How would I even know? I can’t be with you like other girlfriends. Sometimes you don’t text me for days.”

“I hate texting and you know that.”

“Good save, Sam,” you retorted. This was going nowhere. You paused as you held your pajama pants in your hands, finally making eye contact with him again. “Maybe I should just leave.”

Sam’s head snapped back a bit in surprise. “And go where?”

“I could book a room for myself,” you said, lying, which he definitely knew. You didn’t have the money for a hotel this nice. What came out next should have remained a fleeting thought but, again, the floodgates had opened: “Or I could ask to stay with Danny. He’s not with anyone.”

It didn’t evoke the reaction you’d expected, but it was probably for the better even though Sam’s actual response stung just the same: “Yeah, right. Once he knew we were fighting, he wouldn’t go anywhere near you.”

You got your pajama pants on. You didn’t know what you were doing though, but what did it matter? You knew you weren’t just being hysterical. This was real shit that Sam had spent way too long not acknowledging. “Your brothers treat me better than you do,” you remarked. That made Sam’s cheeks flare and his eyes darken.

“If I really thought you were just some slutty groupie, you wouldn’t be in this hotel with me,” Sam said, moving in close again, not giving you any room to maneuver away or even really breathe. “You wouldn’t be coming to shows with us. I don’t know how many times I have to say that you’re with me.”

“I need to wash my face,” you told him, pushing him aside so you could get to the bathroom. You called back, “And it’s not only about saying it, Sam. You have to show me sometimes too.” Thankfully, Sam let you have your privacy in there–you washed the dried tears and flaking mascara away, polished your skin clean until you felt almost refreshed. When you came back out, Sam was sitting on the edge of the bed, shoulders slumped, hair hanging down along with his posture, almost pitiful. Almost like a sad, fallen angel with a pair of broken wings.

“Okay, fine. I can show you,” he said, sitting up straighter, shaking his hair back. “Just tell me what you want to see.”

Whenever Sam’s softer side revealed itself, you couldn’t help feeling softer in return. Still though, you weren’t feeling ready to give in entirely. You missed how things had once been and if things kept going on their current trajectory, you were just going to be stuck on him but ultimately alone no matter how much he strung you along.

“When we met, I didn’t think it was anything other than just a fan meeting a star,” you told him, satiating some of his despondence by putting yourself in front of him, running your fingers through his hair. “Rock stars aren’t supposed to take their fans seriously. But you did. Why?”

Sam looked up at you. “Because you took me seriously. You didn’t scream or gawk at me or anything. You just looked at me like I was real.”

“You’re shockingly real, Sam,” you said, petting his hair, running one hand down to rest between his shoulder blades. “So real that just seeing you sometimes makes me feel like my heart is being ripped out of my chest.”

Sam wrapped his arms around you, pulling you onto his lap. “Gross. Don’t say that. That’s fucked up.” He pressed his hand over your very real heart. “I don’t wanna hurt you, doll.”

You grabbed a strand of his hair and yanked it just enough to make him jolt. “So don’t hurt me.”

He glowered at you, the hand on your waist gripping hard. “You know I hate that.”

The strand of his hair became a fistful. “Yeah, well,” you began, craning his head back. “I hate a lot of the things you do to me.”

Sam thrashed out of your grasp and tossed you to the side, crawling over you, pushing you to the center of the bed. You wanted to laugh, but he looked so serious–of course it took a fight to get him to be the slightest bit vulnerable. But it wasn’t enough and you weren’t in the mood to fuel the fire any longer–if Sam thought he was even a little intimidating, he was wrong. When he hovered over you, the pale yellow light of the lamp on the table behind him made him glow.

You took his face in your hands, fingertips tracing along his cheekbones down to his jaw, back up to his temples, the faintest touch against his hair. “Where’d my angel go?” you asked, the anger in your chest turning to despairing, longing desire that was never going to go away. It didn’t matter when you and Sam officially ended things–you knew it would happen–because you would always carry him in your cursed, mangled and bleeding heart.

Sam sat back on top of you, thighs around your hips. He drew an invisible halo around his head which made you smile, then held his arms out as if he was spreading invisible wings. That made you laugh, then your vision went to black as he dove down to kiss you. You gave in then, holding him close, your hands pressed against his shoulder blades where those wings would be if they were real.

The soft kisses went on until you were truly calm, body placid beneath his, just grateful to be with him no matter what had led you there. Deeper, harder kisses commenced, with Sam’s tongue sliding over yours and his hands wandering along your upper body, lingering at your breasts just long enough to make you arch your back into touch before he slid his fingers up to your collarbones, then your neck. While the press of his lips and the daring moves of his tongue continued with a sort of harshness that told you Sam was not entirely over the prior argument, his touches were so delicate. The gentleness of his hands reminded you that your angel was still there–he was capable of being sweet and kind. You just wish you saw it more.

“I don’t know why you even bothered getting re-dressed,” Sam commented as he tugged at the hem of your t-shirt; you thought it was a little funny that he had to look at a cotton screenprint of his own face to get it off. “You don’t think I was waiting for this all day and all night?”

You let him take off your shirt but grabbed his wrists to stop him from doing anything else. “What if I’m not in the mood?” you replied. It wasn’t exactly true considering just being in Sam’s presence got you in the mood on a regular basis, and watching him perform earlier had you waiting in agony, but you were still feeling off. You couldn’t forget all his past indiscretions and you couldn’t get past what was arguably the worst one ever–being entirely left out of a celebratory night just to be made to wait up alone and ignored.

Sam snapped one hand away from you. He hopped off your hips so he could slide that hand between your legs, fingers easily moving beneath the pants, then your underwear. “Liar,” he said, sounding a little too smug for your liking. You tensed at the sudden, naked touch. “You’re wet.” He leaned forward, bringing his lips to yours again, kissing between softly-spoken words that made you shiver: “I know how turned on you get just watching me. You see my hands on the piano and you want them all over you. You see me looking into the crowd and wish I was only looking at you.”

Those horrible feelings were growing teeth again. “I don’t like you teasing me. It just makes me feel like even more of a joke,” you said, then Sam kissed you again and those feelings had to stay gnashing away in your guts.

Sam rested his head on the bed, looking at you with those big doe eyes, features all soft and sweet again. “You’re not a joke,” he said. You kind of believed him. And your body responded to him again, actually relaxing instead of tightening up, when he started to gently massage your clit. “You’re not just some ridiculous groupie. You’re my fucking girlfriend and I’m now beginning to realize,” he said, drawing out the word and with rolling his eyes. “That I’ve been a fucking shitty boyfriend.”

Well, at least there was that. “Yeah,” you agreed in earnest. “You have been.”

“I wanna make it up to you,” Sam said, inching closer to nibble on your ear, which made you giggle uncontrollably and attempt to push him away. But he stayed right there, rubbing your clit and licking the curve of your ear then down your neck.

You just needed one more thing. You placed your hand on his shoulder, making him look into your eyes again. “You swear that you’re mine and only mine?”

Sam did a little X movement over his chest. “Cross my heart.” He sealed the statement with a kiss and then before you knew it, your mind was distracted by Sam’s bare body on top of yours, slathering you with kisses all the way down until he was between your legs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chanted, eyes shut tight while Sam apparently made it his mission to make all the bullshit up to you in his own way. His own way being eating you out with more fervor than ever before–he spread his tongue all over you, licking slowly up your center to flick your clit, mouthing and slobbering until your inner thighs were wet too. He slid two fingers inside you while he bit at those, sinking his teeth into your thighs until your legs started to shake and you grabbed at his hair, not caring that he hated when you pulled on it hard. He didn’t seem to mind anymore either. He just let you tug and yank, guiding his mouth back to lap at your clit while he fingered you deep and hard.

“Sam, oh my god, Sam.” You could hear how desperate his name sounded coming from your lips then, how the ache in your heart vocalized itself. Sam just licked and sucked harder, fingered even deeper, making you clench around him and yank his hair until it had to be stinging his scalp.

No protesting came from him though. Sam only paused for a moment to encourage you to come all over his face, then he went right back at it. In your mind’s eye, you saw him as he was earlier–angelic, pure, seductive and moving through the world like ocean waves, like the lightest clouds in the sky–and when another wet lick radiated up your spine, the stars that had been the backdrop to him earlier in the night exploded behind your eyes.

You were shuddering and panting, reeling from the intensity of the feelings still stuck to your ribs and the earth-shattering orgasm Sam had created to try and mitigate them. Your eyes opened in surprise when suddenly Sam was getting back on top of you, pushing inside; you grabbed his shoulders and whined. “Shit–Sam, I’m too sensitive right n–”

“Ride it out with me, Y/N,” Sam interrupted, rocking into you easily with the aid of your slick. You were left to try and catch your breath, staring at his face that mimicked expressions you’d seen earlier–the full lips, the slight slip of tongue between them, the hollowed cheeks and twitching brows. Sometimes you actually hated how beautiful Sam was. Life would be a hell of a lot easier if he wasn’t.

It would be a lot easier if he stopped teasing you every way he could too, but he didn’t. Sam started to thrust into you steadily and hard, slamming into your thighs. “Would you really share a room with Danny?” he asked and your heart flipped, leaving you motionless and in shock. But when Sam asked the next insane question, it was more curiosity that you heard, not anger, which made you even more bewildered: “Would you fuck him if he let you?”

“Sam, what the fuck?” you let out raggedly, feeling suffocated. Sam left you with that terror for another minute, fucking into you harder, one hand squeezing your breast while the other kept him propped up on the headboard.

“I’m serious,” Sam said, slowing the pace a bit, looking down at you with those perfect lips parted and cheeks all pink, sweat making his skin glow. “Would you?”

“No,” you said and it sounded like almost another whine. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and brought him down, pushing your nose through his hair, letting him pant against your shoulder. “You’re all I want, Sam. Always.” With that, Sam pushed in deeper, making you gasp. But you still had more you needed to get out: “It’s so fucking obvious and sometimes I fucking hate you for making me feel this way.”

“You don’t hate me,” Sam said, his voice deep and rough. He brought his lips to yours, the next proclamation spoken so low that you could have missed it had he not been so close: “You just love me so much it makes you sick.”

You really hated him then. You could feel the rage in your bones. But then that flicker of the exquisite angel that had graced your existence returned in the soft, dark depths of his eyes and the gentle kiss that followed to quiet your seething soul. When you gave in again, arms loosening around his shoulders, the kiss returned with you silently beckoning for more and your hands roaming down his sides, Sam’s grunts became whines of his own. His mystical sounds echoed in your ears as they crescendoed, then his hips were stuttering and he was shaking, his mouth latching onto your throat with a dash of sharp teeth.

He stayed there the rest of the night. After all, where else was there to go? The bars had closed. The boys were all in their rooms. It was just you and Sam left in the golden light of that single lamp that had been left on and he fell into a dead sleep you envied. You were left to lie there next to him, staring through the window until the sun began to creep up past the horizon, all bright orange and purple, a stark contrast that suddenly made no sense in your mind. Many things didn’t make sense. But you hated that Sam had been right earlier–you did love him so much it made you sick and your weeping heart had to find a way to deal with that before it really was ripped right out of your chest.

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#this is such a NON self-insert fic lmaoo #only danny could get away with this bullshit for me #sam kiszka #sam gvf #greta van fleet #gvf #sam kiszka x reader #danny wagner #jake kiska #josh kiszka #gvf smut #sam fic

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kyberinfinitygems · 11 months ago

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Thanks for the tag @rhettsabbott for this picrew and this quiz.

Penny Shannon (FO)

Lawful Good

A lawful good character acts as a good person is expected or required to act. He combines a commitment to oppose evil with the discipline to fight relentlessly. He tells the truth, keeps his word, helps those in need, and speaks out against injustice.

A lawful good character hates to see the guilty go unpunished. Lawful good is the best alignment you can be because it combines honor and compassion. However, lawful good can be a dangerous alignment when it restricts freedom and criminalizes self-interest.

Sam Bishop (DW)

Chaotic Neutral

A chaotic neutral character follows his whims. He is an individualist first and last. He values his own liberty but doesn't strive to protect others' freedom. He avoids authority, resents restrictions, and challenges traditions.

A chaotic neutral character does not intentionally disrupt organizations as part of a campaign of anarchy. To do so, he would have to be motivated either by good (and a desire to liberate others) or evil (and a desire to make those different from himself suffer).

A chaotic neutral character may be unpredictable, but his behavior is not totally random. He is not as likely to jump off a bridge as to cross it.

Chaotic neutral is the best alignment you can be because it represents true freedom from both society's restrictions and a do-gooder's zeal. However, chaotic neutral can be a dangerous alignment when it seeks to eliminate all authority, harmony, and order in society.

Tagging @captastra @tommyarashikage @imogenkol @inafieldofdaisies @socially-awkward-skeleton @carlosoliveiraa @shellibisshe @confidentandgood @spaceratprodigy @bokatan @thedeadthree @the-lastcall @risingsh0t @g0dspeeed @teamhawkeye @cloudofbutterflies92 @cptcassian and anyone else who would like to do this!

#oc: penny shannon #oc: sam bishop #i think i did this with lucille before on her rp blog? also i did some edits with her alignment and the same picrew so it's time for new oc #new sam picrew because i finally drew her reference and locked in her design #tag: picrew/meiker

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jinxquickfoot · 2 years ago

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So I finished my Age of Ultron rewatch. It's been a couple of years since I last saw it, and here are some random thoughts I had on it:

Things I will maintain I like about this movie:

It has some of my favorite jokes in the MCU, and they're usually the little moments. The little nod of validation Rhodey makes after getting a laugh at his "Boom! You looking for this?" story. Clint telling Steve he's no match for Ultron and Steve replying with, "Thanks, Barton". Clint's "Yeah, you better run" after Pietro has long since disappeared with Wanda, there are loads of them.

I like Vision, Wanda and Pietro. Despite being secondary characters with not a huge amount of screen time, Wanda and Pietro feel like real people with real backstories, and Paul Bettany is wonderful the first time we see him as Vis.

It's the only movie we get to see the Original 6 hang out as friends.

I love that Fury randomly shows up in the middle and is like "let me make a sandwich while we discuss how not to let the world end also by the way hi Tony I really care about you"

Other casual appearances of other MCU characters, something that is so lacking Phase 4 onwards. Sam being at the party and Thor going to Selvig for help makes the world feel lived in.

RDJ's never dropped the ball as Tony but his performance really stuck out to me here, god he's good

Steve and Thor have multiple moments of teaming up and working together, what an underrated duo

Hulk vs Iron Man suit inside an Iron Man Suit fight

The Avengers do their best to evacuate Sokovia before Ultron attacks, which does not excuse the amount of damage caused there, but I do think is a plot point everyone forgets about (myself included)

And things that annoy me (skipping over the stuff everyone talks about like the Natasha/Bruce plot):

I hate how Joss Whedon writes Steve, both here and in Avengers. He only feels like Steve when he's being given jokes, otherwise he is so self-serious and stiff, the core of Steve is his heart and it is nowhere to be found in this movie

The movie spends so long setting up character arcs that feel promising and have no payoff. What is the point of Laura telling Clint the Avengers need him if he's going to retire at the end of the movie. Steve has several references to finding home in a way that doesn't go anywhere (Until Endgame, I guess). Don't get me started on Natasha.

It's trying so hard to have a theme but it never says anything unique. Bruce, Tony, Natasha and Vision all refer to themselves as monsters. Ultron decides that the Avengers are the bad guys. Steve has a speech all about proving they're not the monsters Ultron says they are. Based on WHAT? What is the message of this movie?? That the Avengers are better than the evil AI who wants to kill everyone?

(I half-feel there was a previous draft where Clint was their heart, or something, or he died and they were like whelp Phil Coulson 2.0 let's go avenge him, and the random pieces of that are still floating around the script with nowhere to go)

NO ONE is remotely concerned enough when their friends are getting hurt (maybe just the hurt/comfort lover in me, but still.) Natasha comes across as the only person who cares when Clint sustains a life-threatening injury. No one seems to be bothered that Natasha is being held captive by a psychotic supervillain. Tony shows more emotion over a fictional future where they die than when someone is actually in danger.

They really could have had a premise where they weren't allowed to access technology at all and could have gone retro with everything and they didn't and that just feels like a wasted opportunity. Clint and Natasha digging out old spy tech. Steve being like "Yes! This is familiar! I got this!" Tony making genius inventions out of tech from fifty years ago. Come on, it was right there.

#thanks for coming to my ted talk #age of ultron #mcu #marvel #avengers #thoughts

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kaylinalexanderbooks · 9 months ago

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OC questionnaire

Thanks @oliolioxenfreewrites here and here, @winglesswriter here, @the-golden-comet here, here, and here, @paeliae-occasionally here, and @drchenquill here!

Rules: answer the given questions in the POV of your OCs, then give the next people three more questions!

Holy shit I'm actually caught up?!?!

Previous Questionnaires:

Rounds One and Two Masterpost

Maddie, Ash, Noelle, Ewan, Jazlyn, Lexi, Alex, Carmen

Gwen, Gabriel, Liam, Xitlali, Akash, Jedi, Rose, Sam

See below for: Robbie, Hye-Jin, George, Wade, CJ, Teo, Atsila, Niri

#1- Robbie

Would you consider yourself loyal?

“Well, I don't exactly want to toot my own horn or anything but yeah, I consider myself loyal. If anything happened to Akash, I'd actually lose it. I got into a physical fight in his honor. That was how I displayed my powers for the first time, actually, so that was pretty cool. Sammy, too, I'm very loyal to my sister. And my friends at Alium, they're so dope, I love them, okay? So, yeah, loyal. Me. I'm that. I'm like a dog that way. ... I think that's a good thing. I dunno why I had to say that, I was done. *Sigh* okay I'm just gonna stop now and move onto the next question because holy shit I'm rambling, and I always do that, and I never know when to stop annnd I'm doing it again, okay for real this time. I'm done.”

If you saw someone unhoused on the corner asking for money, would you stop and give or keep going?

“From personal experience, I'd stop. My mother always makes sure I have money, cash, on my person at all times. And unfortunately - well, maybe not unfortunately, I dunno why I said that, the POINT is, I have this thing where if I see something bad happen, and I know I could help, but then I don't, I literally cannot stop thinking about that for anywhere between a full 48 hours to the rest of my life. I passed someone before, because I was late, and then ran back and gave them like five dollars because it ate me up, but they were happy, so that made up for the fact that I was late. Great, now it sounds like I'm humble-bragging. I swear I'm not trying to. My point is that I want to help people. And I'll stop there before I ramble again.”

Pineapple on pizza. Thoughts?

“Gonna be honest, never tried it. But I'm SUPER curious. I gotta know what it tastes like, but I'm scared. Both Ash and Noelle like it. Ash I don't trust at all - that girl likes the dumbest food combinations - and Noelle is interesting because she likes food and knows what goes well together, but also I don't remember when she's ever described food as bad, and she has other pizza toppings that she claims are better anyway. Point is, I'm curious but scared to try it.”

✨ Robbie intro post✨

#2- Hye-Jin

What's your earliest childhood memory?

“Oh, that's difficult. Hmmm... I'm not sure which is the first memory, actually. It's not like I memorized the time and dates of everything haha! [Pause] Okay, fine, I remember. It was the first day of preschool. I had only just turned three. Everyone in the class had these, uh, Assignments, I guess. Roles? Hm... Ah yes, jobs, so everyone in the classroom had responsibility. It was randomized, but I got the "caboose," or the person who stood in the back of the line. I cried really hard because I thought that was the worst job in the world, and my teacher probably hated me. I got to carry a flower, though, so I think that calmed me down.”

Do you dance?

“It's more like did. From, hm... Ah, kindergarten grade through sixth grade, I did ballet, tap, and jazz at a local dance studio. But middle school kinda allowed me to take more extra curriculars that were more convenient, so my parents told me I should probably drop dance after my sixth grade year was a mess. I didn't want to, but y'know it is my parents' money. I wish I could've kept it up.”

What smell you can't stand?

“Oh, cinnamon. I'm so sorry, but I don't like it. The smell, anyway. It's weird, I don't mind cinnamon as a taste. But the smell is too much. Maybe that's weird.”

Other Hye-Jin: OC in three, fun facts, bingo, deep dive, origin, outfit, questionnaire one, questionnaire two

#3- George

What never fails to make you laugh?

“A couple things. One: my sister, Carla. She's actually really funny. Watch a movie with her, and you'll see. She's yelling at the screen, insulting her favorite characters, getting way too invested. She tells me all of her thoughts. Two: stupid customers. Hilarious! Someone told me their newly installed voice activator was broken. They were going to pay me a LOT of money. They programmed their voices and everything! Turns out, they hadn't turned it on yet. Three: Liam. The guy can turn everything into an argument, it's fascinating to watch. But funny as in he's super clever, and he can roast anyone. The funniest day for me would be if they came with me on my job, i had to deal with a dumb customer, Liam roasted them, and Carla ranted about a new movie she found.”

How can you tell if you’ll get along with someone?

“Haha, that's funny. People skills are just a little overrated. It's been Carla and me in our house for a while, and we've been doing fine! I'm certainly not going to make friends doing my job no matter how much the homeowners want to talk to me. Liam is cool, and I knew I was gonna get along with him when we met, so he's literally the only example I have for this question. Okay... I knew I was going to get along with him because I was getting everything hooked up to move a lot of the data to our place, and I was talking out loud and Liam seemed bored so he inserted himself into the one-sided conversation and helped me figure out everything. Then the next day, I was working on one of the computers, and Liam came up to me and just started talking. He said I seemed bored, and I was. Sometimes I can't fix things at superspeed because I have to wait for the computer to respond, or the hardware is delicate or something. He asked me to 'infodump,' he said, about any topic I wanted to. The previous night, I stayed up late reading the entire file on jellysponges, so I just talked about them and suddenly, it was like no time had passed and the computer was done! Liam nodded, said my information would be helpful if he ever got into an Alii marine biology debate, and then he invited me to sit with him at lunch. That was cool.”

Do you prefer sweet, savory, sour, or salty snacks?

“I have been talking for way too long. Well, I mean, you may not think it's that long, but I don't do this unless I'm excited about something, and being a speedster it feels like it's taken forever. Anyways, I like all snacks because I have to eat a lot for my metabolism, but honestly out of those snacks I like salty chips.”

Other George: OC in three, questionnaire one, questionnaire two, fun facts

What is your favorite season?

#4- Wade

“Ooh, that's hard. [A couple seconds of silence.] Sorry, Liam's in my head debating all of them. Alright *claps hands* I think it has to be summer. There's so many things to do, and it is always pretty fun to just make a vacation plan. And the beach is awesome. Teo and Parker and I plan our summer - well I plan it; if the others did it'd be a disaster, and they know it. The point is, our summers rock.”

Where would you like to visit?

“I would like to go to Japan. There's so much stuff to do in Tokyo alone. I haven't been to Comic-Con, and I'd really like to, or an anime con. Being from Florida, I've been to Disney World a few times, but not Disneyland in California. Then again, the one in Tokyo... Man, there's a lot of planning that'd be involved. Can't wait til I graduate.”

When do you usually go to sleep?

“I try to be in bed by ten so I can get to sleep before eleven because high school times are shit and I want at least six hours before I have to get up, and that's still not enough sleep! Parker and Teo have it worse, though, since they both can't get settled down until, like, midnight. Uggghhh, we should ban school before nine.”

Other Wade: OC in three, interview, kiss, questionnaire one, questionnaire two, two truths and a lie

#5- CJ

How long has it been since you last travelled?

“Last summer, my family went and traveled around Sector 8 in Alium. It was so fun. Though I admittedly kinda missed Issa. She would've loved it. My favorite part was seeing an opera, actually. It's quite fascinating.”

Where is your favourite place?

“I find it a little strange to have a favorite place. Sometimes my room is a good place to be but sometimes I just want to leave it. Now, I think you're probably just referring to a place that statistically I'm more likely to be happy in. In that case *shrug* not enough data to say definitively, sorry. However, I sometimes stop by the library and just organize books that are there. They're always out of place. And the librarians know me by name. I don't think I have any bad memories there, so even though I don't go to the library every day, I think that's my answer.”

If the inciting event never happened, what would you be doing?

Other CJ: questionnaire one, questionnaire two

*bursts out laughing* “'Inciting event?' Like, as in stirring up something or like, in a story? Cause this is real life, baby. Okay, I'll play along. I guess one could say it was Rose showing up. I suppose if that never happened, I would just be living life like normal. Rose and I don't have a lot in common, but I enjoy talking to her. She is really friendly and thoughtful. So I guess I would be a friend short. And I would be content, but not as happy as I am now.”

#6- Teo

Do you speak more than one language?

“Uh-huh. Three, actually. English, Vietnamese, and American Sign Language! I'm fluent in all of them. My parents decided to try and teach me ASL when they realized I'd need, like, hearing aids, so they, like, took classes and taught me! And not to toot my own horn but, like, having three languages down meant my brain was, like, SO ready for kindergarten.”

What is your favorite thing to eat?

“Do NOT make me choose. It's literally, like, whatever I'm eating in the moment. Right now *holds up* it's this sandwich.”

What drives you to succeed?

“My boyfriend. And also, like, my own ambitions. I can do a lot of things. Again, not bragging, just a fact. I know, like, gymnastics, acting, improv, role play, those are similar I know, playing the guitar, singing, photography, ballet, graphic design, editing, I can go on. It's literally just me wanting to learn how to do more stuff, y'know? I want to build an impressive ass resume. Not just for, like, jobs, life in general. I'm always looking for new skills.”

Other Teo: questionnaire one, questionnaire two, kiss

#7- Atsila

What's the worst thing you've ever done? Do you regret it?

“The worst thing? Ha-ha-ha, what a question. What, in my opinion? Well, I wasn't paying much attention in my literacy class, so I failed! Hahaha, I'm kidding. I'm just not the kind of person to do terrible things, baby. I guess sometimes my competitive nature has made other people upset, but that's technically not anything I've done. Well, that's settled.”

What's the quickest way to make you laugh?

“I do love watching someone make a fool out of themselves. Deserved, though. I have standards. I won't kick people while they're done, but it's sure funny when those who get in my way fall over. Also, make a sexual innuendo and I'll be on the floor in stitches.”

What is your favorite song right now?

“There's this lovely piece called ‘Who We Become in the Shadows’ by Keano Adler. You wouldn't have heard of it, being Ceter and all. Anyway, I should get back. It was lovely talking with you.”

Other Atsila: questionnaire one, questionnaire two

#8- Niri

Do you sometimes wish to be someone else?

“Sometimes, yes. I don't want to lie. I'm thankful that it isn't constant. Usually, I am happy. Sometimes I'm not. It depends on the situation.”

Do you push forward or take time to rest?

“Hard question. [Thinks about it] I think I rest if I find a task boring. I push forward when I like the task.”

What is your favorite drink?

“I like hot chocolate. It is not just a winter drink!”

Other Niri: questionnaire one, questionnaire two

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