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at-tensionseeker · 1 year

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No Is A Full Sentence

Elizabeth Olsen x Y/N

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, social anxiety, panic attacks

Genre: Fluff, Funny (i think, based on my humor lol)

Link to Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44250676

This fanfic is inspired by Lizzie's Sam Jones' interview. I hope you enjoy!

It’s your first time going to this sushi place that one of your friends recommended. It isn’t far from your apartment, but you did have to walk for about ten minutes to get there. You wouldn’t have been if you weren’t craving those salmon nigiri take outs that your friend Jan brought to your apartment last week during your regularly scheduled movie nights. Instead, here you are standing in the back of the restaurant’s long ass line that reached their storefront because of so many people trying to buy their own food.

You put your hands in your coat’s pockets, just a failed attempt of trying to warm them. The memory of your gloves flashes in your eyes and the regret of not bringing them with you makes you want to kick yourself.

The December breeze in New York is definitely a killer. When you first moved in two years ago, you couldn’t even go outside for a full month without getting sick. The climate was new to you, especially having lived in sunny, warm weather all your life. It became a habit to buy long coats, jackets, winter gloves, and even earmuffs just so you don’t get hypothermia in the long run. Soon enough, you adjusted to the temperatures and learned how to adjust both your apartment’s and car’s heating system to help you during the winter season. It was fun.

The line moves slowly. Whatever the reason for that is, you really don’t know. Besides, you tell yourself, that you’re already in line and people behind you have come up so if you leave now you’ll just wake up in the middle of the night with those damn nigiris flooding your mind. So, you decided to stay.

You tip your toes to see if the people in front of you have moved since the last ten minutes you were there, but the sight of a short blonde hair and green eyes that met yours as she turns around for a split second stops you from breathing.

You’ve seen that face before. Multiple times.

In movies, in that Disney+ show, interviews, edits. You know it’s her.

You’ve been following her journey since her first appearance in Avengers Age of Ultron and has been on the ride up until her most recent successful film, Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness. You weren’t a die-hard Marvel fan before and even now you wouldn’t dare to call yourself one, but you quickly found yourself latched on to the franchise ever since you saw her. There aren’t any posters in your room, and you certainly haven’t gone to any Comic-cons, but you loved how she portrayed such a powerful character and has been fascinated by her ever since.

Elizabeth Olsen is standing in line in front of you in the middle of the cold New York weather, her frame clad in black faux fur coat and beanie on top of her head that really barely covers her blonde hair.

You suddenly couldn’t breathe. The air is getting colder and thinner for your liking, and you fear you’ll pass out before you could even say hi to her. There’s sweat forming on your palms and you know you can feel it, but you’re also a little confused since you’re pretty sure normal people don’t sweat in the cold. You brush it profusely against the material of your coat just to get it off or to calm your nerves. That one you’re still debating on.

The line moves briefly and then stops, and you think to yourself that if you could just muster any amount of courage, you’d say hi to her. Maybe get a photo with her even.

Should you say hi to her? What will you tell her? Do you tap her first on the shoulder so she can look back at you? Or is that rude?

The line moves again and you curse inwardly. It was barely moving five minutes ago, and now that you see a Hollywood Star in front of you it suddenly budges?

How infuriatingly unlucky of you.

From what you’ve seen, Elizabeth seems nice to her fans during fan meets and interviews so you know she’s not rude. That’s one of the reasons why you fell in love with her personality.

But this isn’t a Comic-con, is it? This isn’t some staged interview wherein you get a free backstage pass to meet your idol, no. This is literally outside of the restaurant in the middle of a busy New York street and she’s just trying to grab some food just like everyone else.

You’re still conflicted, even when the both of you finally reach inside. There’s probably about 4 to 5 people in front of you now, and you’re not even thinking about the sushi at this point anymore. Your hands still shake and sweat no matter how many times you wipe it off, and your heart beats faster than normal when you realize you’re both going to part ways sooner than you like it. It gets even harder to convince yourself to just go for it because when will another opportunity like this be presented to you in the future? Chances are lower than zero itself. A negative number if you think of it.

So when the customer in front of her finally reaches the counter, your shaky hands poke her slightly on her left shoulder.

Nothing.

Okay, maybe a little harder?

You poke her again, and she whips her head back to you. Her brows furrowed at the sight of you and they raise up in question. It’s hard not to look like a fool in front of a famous person, isn’t it? You probably look like a deer in headlights, but you quickly found your voice after a few blinks.

“Uh- h-hi,” you stammer. “Are you- is it okay if- I’m a huge fan of your work. Is it okay if I ask for a photo?”

You’re pretty sure she didn’t hear that. You barely let out a whisper, or is that blood that’s rushing through your ears?

Realization dawns on her face on what you mean. She shakes her head.

“No.”

There is a breaking sound somewhere. You’re not entirely sure if it’s one of the waiters who accidentally breaks some glass or if it is the sound of your heart breaking. You freeze in your place, embarrassed and hurt, but mostly embarrassed because of the dumb decision you made. Instead of letting that get to you, you give her a smile and nod to let her know that you get it.

“Forgive me,” you blurt out, still smiling at her to hide the tears burning in the back of your eyes. “I understand, of course. You’re not obliged to. I’m really-“ you pause to swallow the lump in your throat. It’s just really embarrassing. “I’m really glad to have seen you in person.”

Elizabeth only looks at you and gives you a warm smile and that eases out a little bit of your anxiety of probably offending her at some point. The customer in front of her left, you notice, so you usher her forward. She gives you one last smile and orders her food.

Few of the things you didn’t notice though. Her eyes are red and a little bit swollen, probably from crying and when she ordered her food, her hands are clasped together with fingers rubbing each other to ease her anxiety. Of course you would have, had you not been too busy cursing yourself at your stupidity.

Elizabeth grabs her takeout, gives you one last look and exits the restaurant.

You take the sushi you’re not craving anymore and replays the encounter as you go your way home. You can’t believe that the first celebrity you’ll meet in New York is the one person you adore. It was surreal, to say the least, and despite the rocky meeting with Elizabeth Olsen you are still happy to have seen her smile and look at you directly in person.

You swear to God you’ll attend the next Comic-con.

Sending the news to Jan, who doesn’t believe you therefore requested that you call him as soon as you arrive, you quickly pocket your phone and sprint your way outside of the busier streets of New York. You reach the more calm and quiet area where your apartment is and begin to walk slowly.

The unfortunate encounter with Elizabeth Olsen has been the only thing that’s replaying in your mind so when you spot a crouched figure with faux fur coat and beanie once again, you couldn’t help but squeak.

You almost tripped on her actually. She’s just by the sidewalk, both of her hands are covering her ears and her eyes are tightly closed. There’s a frown and a thin line of sweat on her face and you didn’t think twice before fully sitting down in front of her to check.

“Hey,” you prod slowly. “Are you okay? Do you want me to call someone?”

Flashes of hands clasped together back at the restaurant flood your brain and it didn’t take you another minute to realize that she’s currently having a panic attack.

“Uhm… Elizabeth- Lizzie? Can I call you that? I’ll call you that, okay?” You stammer. “I’m here to help you. Can you breathe slowly please?”

Elizabeth does as you tell her. You continue to tell her to breathe and that everything is fine around you. “It’s scary, I know. But it will pass, okay? You need to be in the present, Lizzie. Just listen to my voice. I’ll be right here and you’re not alone.”

Albeit her eyes are still shut, her breathing sounds less worse than before. And when she finally looks up to you, you see the green eyes you have admired for a long time swimming in pain and anxiety. It makes you want to pull her for a hug since she may need one, but you obviously don’t want to overstep your boundaries even if that means comforting her to help.

“Concentrate on my breathing,” you nod at her to encourage her to copy the rhythm you set for her. “That’s it. You’re doing really good, Lizzie.”

Eventually after what seems like hours of doing breathing exercises with her capped with a lot of reassuring words, the hands cupping her ears drop down to her lap and are slowly rubbing her palms in another attempt to calm herself. You slowly stand up from the ground and hold out a hand for her to take.

“Are you okay now? Can you stand?” You offer. She takes it and stands up rather wobbly.

“Thank you,” she murmurs. “I feel better.”

“Right,” you smile at her. Noticing that you’re still holding her also glove-less hand, your cheeks flush as you pull it back while taking two steps backwards. You don’t want to overcrowd her after having an anxiety attack.

“Um so, are you from around here? I could walk you to your place if you want,” you tell her, not really wanting to risk letting her go alone after an episode. You know how it feels to be trapped by anxiety like that, and to break down in public places without backup is definitely one of the worst experiences ever.

“I’m not trying to stalk you or something,” you clarify after not getting an answer from her. “I’m Y/N. I live there in that building,” you point towards your apartment. “If you want, I can jog really quickly and get my car and I can drive you home. Or not, of course I don’t want to overstep. I understand completely.

“It’s just, I don’t want you to go on your own after experiencing that,” you add. “I know how it feels and I honestly just want to help you.”

Elizabeth contemplates for a moment and answers. “That’s very kind of you, Y/N. But, I think I need to decline the offer. Being in this business, I’m not a very trusting person-“

“Of course,” you cut her off quickly. “I understand, Ms. Olsen.”

“However,” she smiles a little bit at your rambling once again. “Can I please borrow your phone? Mine died down and I need to call my sister so she can pick me up from here. And I guess don’t mind the company while waiting?”

You quickly fish out your phone and hand it over to her. You also ignore the amused chuckle from her as soon as she sees your lock screen is that of Wanda Maximoff.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“The phone’s locked. Do you want to type in your password?” She smiles, the look of amusement still twinkling in her eyes. You don’t mind though. You’d prefer her teasing eyes over the sad ones you witnessed a while ago.

“Oh, okay. Here let me just,” you move forward to type in 0216 in your phone and the blush creeps back in your face once again when you feel her eyes watching you.

Elizabeth calls one of her twin sisters. Apparently, they’re here in New York for a fashion event and Elizabeth thought it’d be nice to come with them. While waiting for one of the Olsen twins, you both sat on one of the stairs and talked for a bit.

“I want to say that I’m sorry for refusing to take a photo a while ago,” she looks at you a little apologetically. Her posture seems calmer now and you’re really glad that she’s doing better every passing minute. “I was out on my own, and a few people have recognized me on the streets and I was just trying to have a nice time for myself.”

“No, don’t worry about it,” you reply. “I wasn’t lying when I said I completely understand and that you’re not obliged to. I'm just glad to meet you.

“I should be the one to apologize,” you bite your lip nervously. It didn’t cross your mind that you could’ve been the trigger to her already bubbling up anxiety but hearing her say that crowds have already recognized her, you asking for a photo was the last straw. “I was contemplating whether or not to ask you and I did, but I know I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”

The actress waves it off. “No, honestly you were the most polite one. You were just the first and only person I said ‘no’ to who didn’t insist on getting a photo, and that set me off. Others just didn’t care and they still took their flashing phones out and pointed it at me.”

“One thing I learned from you is that ‘no is a full sentence’ so,” you acknowledge with a smile, distinctly remembering that one interview of hers with Sam Jones.

“Yes, exactly,” she laughs.

“We can take a photo now if you want to?” The actress offers after a moment of silence. “You helped me through a tough time. It’s one of the ways I can repay you.”

“It’s okay, really. You don’t have to repay me or anything. Kindness is free,” you reply, to which her small smile widens a lot more. “You’ve had a long day. I’m just the stranger who wants to help a fellow anxiety sufferer,” you joke to which she laughs lightly.

“At this point you’re not a stranger anymore,” Elizabeth says, her fingers still fiddling with each other. “I know your name is Y/N, and where you live,” she points to your building to prove it. “Those two plus the fact that your wallpaper is Wanda and your passcode is my birthday.”

She smirks at you, clearly enjoying the way your cheeks flush for the nth time that day. “Okay, you win. Yes, I’m your fan and all that. You can make fun of me now.”

“Don’t be like that,” Elizabeth laughs at your silly eye roll but waves it off. “I’m always honored to meet my fans.”

A black car pulls up from out of nowhere and Elizabeth stands up to leave. “This was really great. Minus the anxiety part,” she turns back to you and flashes that award winning smile yet again. “I’m grateful that it was you who found me cowering in the streets, Y/N. I’m hoping to see you again some other time when neither of us is either breaking down or a complete and total stranger,” you note the hopeful tone in her voice, and that makes you wonder if there’s another universe out there wherein she’ll still remember you after tonight because you’re pretty sure she wouldn’t.

If you’re lucky, this might be that universe but who knows?

“I’m glad you’re safe,” you smile at her. “See you around, Ms. Olsen.”

“That is such a formal way to address me,” She calls out, opening the door to the front seat.

“Elizabeth, then?” You suggest to which she grimaces.

“Just Lizzie is fine. I distinctly remember you calling me that a while ago during… you know,” she trails off. “And only my mom calls me by my full name and that only happens when I’m in trouble.”

“Okay, Lizzie,” you chuckle. Waving a hand up to a goodbye, the car finally speeds off to the opposite direction of your apartment. You let out a sigh and smile at the events as you walk back home.

Even when you are in bed, the memory of her voice and her smile makes you giddy. This definitely goes on the top of your list of most memorable things that have happened to you while staying in New York. You still couldn’t believe your chances. Granted your first meeting was terrible in all ways, Elizabeth was nothing short of amazing to you. You really aren’t wrong to follow her throughout her career because of her personality. The personal encounter made you want to support her more in the future.

The morning after that, the wild array of flowers on your doorstep have kind of taken you by surprise. To add to that, you see the simple note on one of the bouquets that says

“To my biggest fan,

Thank you.

Love,

Wanda Maximoff”

and your heart melts at the sentiment.

You aren’t expecting yourself to be at the receiving end of this, but it’s definitely not unwanted. It most definitely isn’t, especially when you check your phone and see a text from an unknown number asking whether or not you got the package.

You replied to Elizabeth, saving her number under “Lizzie” with a huge grin on your face. She must’ve gotten the number from her sister when she borrowed your phone to call her. Who would’ve thought that asking for a photo with Elizabeth Olsen and getting rejected will lead you to this?

Y/N: Are you my stalker now? Did our roles change?

Lizzie: Ha-ha. Very funny. I just want to say thank you again for yesterday.

Y/N: And you already have. The flowers are unnecessary.

Lizzie: Did you not like them?

Y/N: I love them. They’re beautiful, Lizzie. Thank you.

Lizzie: Would you say, they’re beautiful enough for us to talk about them over coffee?

You almost choke on the bread you made for breakfast this morning. That is definitely upfront and honest. You convince yourself that it’s probably just another way to thank you for the good deed yesterday, but there’s also a teeny tiny voice in your head saying she’s asking you out.

But why would she, right?

Deciding to not listen to any of your demons, you turn your attention back to her text. Upon rereading the text she sent for the third time now, it’s dawning on you that you’ve yet to reply. Elizabeth follows that up with another text and it makes you feel really silly because of how much your cheeks ache from smiling.

Lizzie: Maybe about Wanda also? If you want?

Lizzie: Or… anxiety issues?

Y/N: You already have me on board with coffee. Wanda talk, too. The anxiety issues, I think we should both stick to our therapists.

Lizzie: I can’t say I don’t agree on the last one.

Lizzie: So, I’ll pick you up tomorrow then? 3PM?

Y/N: Works for me, Lizzie.

Y/N: Or I can pick you up instead. I wouldn’t mind.

Lizzie: It’s okay, Y/N. Besides, I know where you live. *winky face*

You laugh at that one. She should definitely be a star of another comedy film. Elizabeth is funny by nature even though there are countless interviews of her saying that she’s not.

Y/N: Of course you’ll throw that.

Y/N: I feel unsafe now. This is unfair. I feel like I should also know where you live.

Lizzie: You will.

Lizzie: On the second date.

Lizzie: When you take me home.

Elizabeth leaves no room for questions. Your demons shut their mouths when you read that it most definitely will be a date. You want to play it cool, like coyly and shy, but what’s more to hide? She already knows you’re a fan, so you stick to that and pray that maybe… someday maybe, who knows, right? You’ll like each other.

Y/N: You’re smooth, Olsen. Got two dates in one day.

Lizzie: I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.

Y/N: Can’t wait.

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You’re late. And you forgot your gloves again.

It’s another cold, almost snowy day in New York city. You love living here despite the busy times and countless people just trying to go through with their respective lives. It’s loud and lively and you used to hate that but there’s nowhere else you’d rather be but here.

You check your bag for the passes, but the memory of the glossy paper beside your gloves on your messy bed makes you internally groan. The first time you attend a Comic-con, and you leave your backstage passes. How else are you going to meet her?

Cursing inwardly, you send her a text to let her know of your situation even though you know that the event started an hour ago and she won’t see it because she’s definitely not holding her phone in the middle of answering questions. You blame your boss for sending that last minute spreadsheet, but this is your idea right? You have to suffer the consequences.

Being in line isn’t something foreign to you. In fact, it’s so familiar that you chuckle as kids, teens, and grown ups join you from the entrance. The line is moving rapidly as most people with passes (which could have been you if you weren’t so careless) have already gone inside. When you enter the place, it’s no surprise to see it packed as the recent MCU film has made tabloids and charts because of its success. You easily spot her even though you’re rows away from the front line. She’s sitting in the middle with her face scrunched up in annoyance and teeth biting her lower lip so hard you swear she wants to draw blood.

You grimace as you helplessly stand in the back with no way to even come forward to be close to her. The situation is laughable, but the frown on Elizabeth’s forehead is enough to make you worry and act fast. You find a spot with a lot of light so you move towards that, passing a lot of people in the process, with the hopes of her green eyes spotting you even for a distance.

It’s effective apparently, because she spots you at the same time a question is asked towards her. The frown eases, she scrunches up her nose adorably towards you and you nod back both in confirmation and reassurance that you made it there, and she lets out a full on grin you know is solely reserved for you. The interviewer interrupts and you laugh at her confused state.

“Elizabeth? The question?” The interviewer supplies.

“Right! I’m so sorry,” she laughs gleefully, head thrown back and hand covering her mouth and you’ve seen that look a thousand times before but it still gives you the same butterfly effect in your stomach. “I- uh. I saw my wife in the crowd and I got distracted. I’m sorry. What was the question again?”

“How romantic!” the interviewer swoons. “Everyone, that’s Elizabeth’s wife Y/N. Can we say hello to her?”

Your face turns red as people look at your direction and send cheers and hoots. You wave back to the fans shyly, stealing another glance at your wife on the stage as you do so. Standing in front of the light definitely has some good and bad results. You can’t believe she did that in front of everybody, but you’re not one to complain. Her PA also runs from the front to you upon hearing this and she ushers you through security. You chuckle as they bring you in, blowing Elizabeth a kiss before you disappear backstage.

“Hey,” your wife greets you after the event is finished. She skips towards your direction and plants a chaste kiss on your lips to which you happily sigh into. “I was worried you weren’t here.”

“Forgive me, my love,” you apologize while engulfing her in a hug. “You know commuting in New York is insane.”

“I repeatedly told you to get your license so we can buy you a new car.”

You smile at the worry in her voice. “I like it when you drive us to places you’re familiar with, Ms. Stuyvesant Street. And the boss left me with some last minute work.”

She pulls back to look at you. “And what were you doing in the back? Didn’t I leave the passes in our apartment?”

“I left them,” you sheepishly reply. Elizabeth narrows her eyes at you and shakes her head.

“And your gloves too. Am I right, my love?”

The cheeky smile you gave her is enough to confirm her suspicions. “I was really late and I wanted to see you as soon as I could. I miss you this morning.”

“Charming,” she laughs and rummages through her bag for something. Curious as you are, you lean forward to look at it. “Here.”

She hands you a pair of gloves.

“I keep one in case you forget yours during winter,” she grins, proud of what she did. “And I was right.”

You want to wipe off that cocky smirk off of her lips. There are a lot of people around you but she did announce you to everyone, so really what else is stopping you? After she said goodbye to everyone, you pull her hand so she moves closer to your side.

Elizabeth lets out a squeal when you grab both of her waist. You smell her perfume that invades your nostrils and your head swims at the fact that there’s nothing better than having her close again. She’s everywhere and the background fades away like a cliche movie scene, but you don’t care about any of those. She’s here in front of you and you’re incredibly happy to know that she loves you as much as you love her.

“I love you,” you whisper against her mouth.

“I love you, too.”

It’s insane how one kiss from her makes you feel giddy. And that’s saying something after being married to her for a year now.

“You need to wear the gloves, my love,” she chuckles when both of you pull away. Elizabeth leads you to the back exit that leads to the parking lot. The breeze picks up a little bit and snowflakes fall on your heads, but your face is still hot from kissing her.

“Why do I need the gloves when I could just hold your hand and let you warm me up?” You bob your eyebrows at her and kiss her temple as the both of you walk towards her car.

You’re lucky. There’s no doubt about that now. Being with such an incredible woman who supports you in everything that you do and loves you through it all is a bliss. You couldn’t have asked for more.

“And they say I’m the romantic one.”

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tiptapricot · 8 months

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1,000 follower celebration!

Ty for everyone who voted on what to do :-D I’ve decided to take the top two choices so people can do things depending on their energy levels, so!

Draw/Write/Create this in your style:

Make something based off, expanding, or rewriting the prompt(s) below and either submit it via the ask box or make your own post and tag me! I’ll also be checking the hashtag #1000 tip fruits if you’d just like to put it there :-) You can make fic, art, meta, headcanons, collages, whatever you’d like! There is a general prompt that can be used for fandoms, OCs, or however you want to take it, as well a few fandom specific prompts. You are welcome to do any you’d like or combine a few if you’re interested in a crossover!

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General prompt: Small things make up love languages. Intent with care, wanting with direction, and sometimes even just a reminder that one party values the other. It’s not a science, really. Everyone is different.

Moon Knight (comics or show): Jake often finds himself in the middle of disagreements, caught between Marc’s militaristic necessities and Steven’s push for comfort and collection. Today, however, he’s taken a firm side, and no one will make him budge.

WWBN (marvel special): With all the universes out there, the line between hunter and monster often blurs. It’s odd to see a case, however, where everything has been swapped while staying so closely the same.

TLB: There are many nights Michael doesn’t remember from the summer of 1987, more now that he’s grown into grey hairs and spotted fingertips. Sometimes he still tries to imagine what it may have been like between flickers of firelight and the flash of fangs, if nothing than for his own amusement.

BnT: Ever since they grew far enough out of trick or treating age that it felt strange to go door to door, Bill and Ted have been trying to establish a new Halloween routine. Ted’s not so sure about this idea, though.

Spider-verse (characters and/or ocs!): An anomaly manages to break free in HQ, spreading a mass of glitches through the building that send several spider people tumbling into dimensions not their own. Whether via escape or rescue, there is a mess that needs cleaning up, and fast.

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emberfrostlovesloki · 3 months

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Spider-Man(?) [Hotch x Reader]

Photo credits: Left (@rebecca--barnes) Center (google) Right (@hotchs-big-hands)

Prompt: Aaron hires the reader to come and be Spider-Man at Jack’s fifth birthday party and ends up offering the reader some comfort and advice at the same time.

Pairing: Aaron x fem!non-BAU!reader. The reader uses she/her pronouns

Category: fluff/comfort

Word Count: 6.1K

Content Warnings: drinking [light], some sadness / depression, tension [slight (Haley and Hotch)], mention of breakups [Haley and Hotch], if I missed any, please let me know.

A/N: Hi loves! Here is another fic based on the amazing @imagining-in-the-margins January/February Writing Challenge. The prompt this was based on was “Characters change career paths with a very different job.” I wrote this because sometimes I feel stuck in my life (even though I love my job), but sometimes I wonder if things could be different. So I wanted a bit of encouragement from Aaron. So this goes out to anyone who just feels a bit mheh right now. I wrote this as a platonic fic but read it how you like. If you enjoy this fic, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! I hope you’re having a great start to your week and thanks for reading. Love Levi - ❤️

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_y/n_= your name

_y/l/n_ = your last name

_y/f/d/p_ = your favorite Disney Princess

_a/t/y/k_ = any tricks you know

Aaron was doubtful as he called the final number on his list. The name already wasn’t promising, and he was trying to find any way to make sure Jack had what he wanted for this fifth birthday party. Hotch had never really been someone who had been interested in superheroes. The most exposure he had to them was the Batman comic strip that ran in the Sunday paper when he was a kid, and even then, the story always took too long to unfold to keep his attention for more than a few weeks in a row. Then when he was older, and the Marvle boom had hit, the movies that were coming out had no real appeal to him. However, Aaron had become a fan of superheroes for Jack’s sake. Jack loved to watch the Amazing Spiderman cartoons on Saturday morning with a bowl of cereal in his little hands. Aaron would often watch along with his son for some quality time before he got picked up by Haley. Aaron had come to love those moments of quiet, watching his boy’s eyes light up as Peter Parker fought off one villain or another. Jack wasn’t old enough yet to get the romantic problems Spider-man had, but Hotch knew that one day, they’d have that conversation, and he’d feel old giving it out. Aaron already could see Jack growing into his own person with his own opinions and friend groups. It was because of this, the fact that childhood was so fleeting, that Aaron wanted to give his son the perfect birthday party.

Hotch had been searching for a Spider-Man to make an appearance at the party for an hour or so. He’d coordinated with Haley, and she’d gotten a superhero-themed cake and she agreed to let someone come and cosplay for Jack and his friends. But the search so far had been unsuccessful. He heaved a sigh and dialed the last number. If Party Princesses Inc. didn’t have someone who could do it, he wasn’t sure what he would do. Aaron made a fine Santa at Christmas time, but he was no Spider-man. The phone rang three times before someone picked up. The woman on the other line sounded tired as she said, “Party Princessess Inc. How can we help make your party magical?” Hotch let out a breath and replied, “Hi, I was wondering if you had someone who could be Spider-Man for a party three weeks from this Saturday?” There was a brief pause before the lady said, “Let me check the schedule for that Saturday, Sir.” Aaron nodded and waited for a few minutes. When the woman came back on the line, she said, “Sir, none of our guys are scheduled for that weekend, but we have a girl that can pull off Spider-Man pretty well. She does crossplay or whatever that is.” Hotch hesitated for a moment, He wasn’t sure about this, but at least there was an option, even if it wasn’t a great one. As if the woman could sense his hesitation, she said, “I know it might not be ideal, but _y/n_ is convincing. There are pictures of her on our website as Spider-Man so you can see them. I wish he had more guys on the team, but we don’t get that many requests for male characters at boys' parties. This is a party for a boy, right?” Aaron replied, “Yes, it’s for my son. If I did want to book the person you’re talking about would that be through the webpage or somewhere else? I don’t see a form online.” The woman clicked on a keyboard for a second before saying, “We’re currently updating our website, so the form is temporarily down for the public, but what I can do is give you _y/n_’s number and if you decide you want to book her, she can fill out the form from her end and email it over for your records.” Hotch replied, “Alright. Could you give me _y/n_’s last name and number, please?” The tired assistant relayed the information and Hotch hung up shortly after that. He then opened his laptop and looked up _y/n_’s profile on the Party Princesses website. As unconvinced as Aaron had been, the photos of the young woman were pretty convincing. She made a good _y/f/d/p_ but also passed off as a Spider-Man, Captain America, and Luke Skywalker. She was so convincing that Aaron might have believed _y/n_ was a guy if it wasn’t for the softer curves of her hips and shoulders. Jack wouldn’t notice, and even if he did, it would be a good learning opportunity for his son to realize that not everyone felt like just a boy or girl, and people could look however they liked if if made them comfortable. Hotch felt relieved that he had persisted because it looked like he was going to be able to give Jack a big surprise at his party. He quickly dialed the number the woman had given him because he didn’t want to risk having his only option get booked for another party.

A bright and chipper voice answered saying, “Hey this is _y/n_ with Party Princesses Inc. How can I make your party magical?” There was a large contrast from the woman at the agency. Hotch cleared his throat and said, “Hello. My name is Aaron Hotchner. I was told to give you a call if I was interested in booking you for a party in three weeks.” There was a shuffling on the other end of the line and _y/n_ said, “You are correct, Mr. Hotchner. Please give me one second and let me pull up my calendar and the form I need to fill out for you.” Aaron waited patiently for _y/n_ to come back. When she did, she started by asking, “Alright, sorry for that wait. What day and time would you like me?” Aaron provided those details, and then _y/n_ asked, “Alright, and how long were you wanting me and in which character?” Aaron replied, “Could you tell me about your rates before I decide a time? I didn’t see them on the website. And I was looking for Spider-Man if can do that.” There was a soft chuckle before _y/n_ replied, “I can somehow still manage to pull off Spider-Man, shockingly. And about the prices. I charge a flat rate of $25 for thirty minutes or $45 for an hour. If you want me longer than that it’s an additional $25 for each thirty minutes after that.” Hotch was surprised by the rate. He thought it was low for the type of service being offered. He wondered for a second who set the prices. He didn’t elaborate on that question though as he said, “Could I book you for two hours from 1:00 to 3:00?” _y/n_ responded quickly, “Absolutely. If you could give me an email address I will send over this form and ask you a few questions like the address you’re holding the party at and parking and such. Also if I could get your cell number as well, just in case I run into traffic or there’s an emergency or something.” Aaron nodded and said, “Right. A good email is [email protected] and a good number is 215-359-0075.” Hotch heard as _y/n_ typed in the information and said, “Perfect. I just want to let you know that because I’m not a guy I won’t be able to take off the mask in front of the party guests, and that the company requires you to pay me in either cash or check at the end of the allotted time. Does that work for you, Mr. Hotchner?” Aaron nodded. For the first time, a small note of discomfort could be detected in _y/n_’s voice. Again, Aaron didn’t question this as he said, “That checks out with me. Thanks so much for taking this, I was getting a bit desperate.” That soft chuckle from _y/n_ came back and Hotch couldn’t help but smile slightly. From _y/n_’s tone and energy, he wondered how old _y/n_ was. _y/n_ replied, “Well I’m happy to help Mr. Hotchner. I’ll send over that email in a few minutes and then I’ll see you in three weeks.” With that, both parties hung up. Aaron couldn't help but smile himself for being able to do this for Jack, and he couldn’t wait to see the look on his son's face when Spider-man showed up at his party.

The weeks that led up to Jack's big day went quickly. There was one long case that took the team away for seven days, but that didn’t stop Aaron, and especially Jack from getting excited for the party. Jack had invited all of his preschool class as well as a few friends from soccer. Aaron spent some time getting some last-minute gifts for Jack and making the final arrangements for food and balloons. They were holding the party at Rossi’s because neither Aaron nor Haley had the indoor and outdoor space to hold eighteen kids and their parents. Hotch was incredibly grateful for his friend and his team, as they all loved Jack so much. The BAU was going to be there on Saturday. He was grateful for this because it would be the first time he met Haley’s new boyfriend since the separation. He was happy for Haley, of course. He wanted her to be content and find someone to love, but that didn’t take away the sting that he still felt at how things had ended. He prayed that it wouldn’t be an awkward situation when he met her new boyfriend. For his part, he was going to make it as easy as possible, and that was going to be aided by having his support system behind him. After all the day was about Jack, not him and Haley’s relationship. On Friday that week, he left the office at five. He stopped off at Rossi’s office to hand off his gifts for tomorrow. It wouldn’t be much of a surprise if he took them in the car with Jack tomorrow. After Dave had the presents on his desk, Aaron said, “ Thanks for everything, Dave. I really appreciate you.” Rossi laughed and said, “Well don’t thank me yet, we still have a party to get through tomorrow. Now if it goes well, then you can thank me with a bottle of that whiskey I like.” That got Aaron laughing. Hotch straightened up and Rossi asked, “Did you tell Spider-Man about the parking and the surprise entrance?” Hotch nodded and said, “We got it all cleared. Now let’s just pray for a clear day.” Dave smiled and replied, “Don’t worry, Hotch. It’s gonna be perfect. Now go and get Jack. You don’t want him waiting at school the day before his birthday.” With that statement of encouragement, Aaron left the office and waved bye to Emily and Spencer who were still in the bullpen. Both agents told him that they’d see him tomorrow.

Aaron drove to Jack’s preschool and parked. On Fridays, when Hotch had Jack for the weekends, his son stayed after school at a reading program. The extra half-hour gave him time to get from the office and to the school. Aaron hopped out of the car and moved inside. He signed Jack out and the coordinator of the program sent Jack out to his dad. Jack’s face lit up, as he ran on small legs to hug his dad. Hotch accepted the gesture happily and said, “Hey bud! You’re looking sharp today in your button-up. Is that new?” Jack nodded happily and said, “Mhm. Garret got to for me as an early present.” Aaron smiled and replied, “Well it looks great son. How about we go home, maybe stop at the park on the way there?” Jack nodded giddily and started toward the door excitedly. At the park, Hotch played with his son on the playground and ended up pushing him on the swings higher and higher into the air. Aaron didn’t make any more comments about the fact that Haley’s new partner was getting his son clothes. It was a nice gesture, but it made Hotch wonder if the man was trying to buy his son’s affection. He didn’t want to read into it too much, but he couldn’t help do it a little. After the separation from Haley, things felt different. Of course, they did. But Aaron hadn’t expected it to be so difficult. Sometimes he felt like he was walking on eggshells around Haley, and now Garret. He didn’t want there to be any tension, especially for his son’s sake. It made Aaron feel like a normal human having to deal with these kinds of situations. Not that he thought he was extraordinary or anything, just that profiling usually allowed him to read situations better. In the case of his personal life, he wasn’t succeeding in it well. When the park became boring to Jack, and Aaron made sure his son had gotten some of his extra post-school energy out, they headed for home. In the car, Jack asked, “Daddy, can we get pizza tonight?” Hotch smiled in the front seat, looked at Jack in the rearview, and said, “Not tonight. Remember that we’re having pizza at your party tomorrow and I don’t want you to get tired of it before your big day.” Jack sulked in the back. However, he quickly turned around and asked, “What are we having then?” Aaron smiled and said, “It thought maybe some chicken nuggets and Mac and Cheese?” Hearing this, Jack smiled, but it fell when Aaron added, “And some peas and carrots.” Jack made a gagging face at the mention of vegetables and he replied, “You know we gotta eat those veggies to have the good stuff kiddo.” Jack continued to sulk but knew that this was a rule for both Dad and Mom’s house and as much as he fought it, it was what they’d set up.

The rest of the night went by quickly. Jack ate his dinner with little fuss, and after a bedtime story, he went to sleep excited for his birthday tomorrow. Once Jack’s night light was on and he was tucked in, Aaron moved into the kitchen on soft feet. He poured himself a glass of white to relax for the rest of the evening. He moved to the couch and grabbed the novel he was currently reading. He was trying to relax more for himself and Jack’s sake. He knew being stressed all the time was bad for his health and given how his father had died young, he wasn’t planning on repeating that for Jack. Of course in Aaron’s case, he was happy for his father to be gone. It was a blessing more than anything else. The relief he felt at his father’s passing was something he still hadn’t processed, but for now, he was fine. He had to be fine for Jack and the team's sake. Aaron pushed the thought aside and dove into his book and let the night slip away like sand in an hourglass.

In the morning, Hotch took his normal long Saturday run at 5:00 a.m. The pounding of his feet on the pavement was a great way to get the stress out for the day ahead. Running had become therapeutic for him as it gave him something to do in the early hours of the morning when he naturally woke up and had nothing to do to fill the space before Jack woke up for the day. They had been even longer runs before he and Haley had set up the visiting schedule with his son. But now that it was sorted out, and they were doing their best to co-parent, things had finally slipped into place a bit more. When Aaron got home, he started some coffee on the machine and moved to his room. He stripped off his sweaty shirt and pants along with his briefs. He threw them all in the laundry basket in his closet. Once the shower was suitably warm, he stepped under the flow of the water and let his muscles relax. He played through what the day might look like and remembered that he’d have to text _y/n_ about where the gate to Rossi’s backyard was for her surprise entrance. This thought came to him as he was rinsing the suds out of his short hair. He tipped his head back a little more so no soap got in his eyes. He was at the age in his life where a warm shower could just make the morning and this one was doing just that. Even after he was clean, he stood under the water for a few minutes more. When he was content, he stepped out and dried off.

When he had his clothes on and teeth brushed, Hotch moved to Jack’s room and woke him gently. Jack turned on his side and opened his eyes slowly. He smiled up at this dad and said, “Hey,” in a sleepy voice. Aaron knelt near his bed and said, “Morning Buddy. Happy Birthday.” It was like Jack had forgotten it was his birthday and sat up and said, “It’s my birthday!” in an excited voice. Hotch gave a little laugh and said, “Yup. It’s a big day for a big boy. Now how about you pick out an outfit for the day and then come into the kitchen? We can grab some breakfast and watch cartoons until we need to head to Uncle Rossi’s?” Jack nodded excitedly as he scrambled out of bed. Aaron watched with a smile as Jack got some clothes from his small dresser. Hotch moved back to the kitchen and got his first cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal for his son. By the time Jack was out of his room, Spider-Man was on the TV and they settled on the couch near the screen and ate their breakfast. Jack was wearing jeans and his Spider-Man t-shirt that Aaron had gotten him last month. At around eleven, Hotch looked down at Jack and said, “Alright bud, I think it’s time that we head over to your party. How about that?” Jack nodded and moved off the couch for his shoes. Aaron turned off the TV and grabbed his jacket, keys, and wallet. The drive over to Rossi’s was filled with some music and Jack’s excited feet kicking up and down in his seat. It didn’t take long to get to the site of the party and Hotch recognized Derek and JJ’s cars on the street already. He smiled as he and Jack moved down the sidewalk and to Rossi’s large glass door. Dave opened the door for the birthday boy, and he gave Jack a big hug which was then increased as Derek, Spencer, Penelope, and JJ, came into the entryway. There were greetings on all sides, and the guests started to arrive. As the party picked up, the kids started playing some games inside. Haley, who had shown up with a big pack of guests was mingling with the other parents and making them feel welcome. Aaron was telling the parents where to put the gifts while Haley was telling the adults where the grown-up drinks were and where the kid’s drinks were. Once all the parents had been greeted, Hotch walked over to Haley and gave her a light hug asking how she was doing. She replied, “Oh I’m doing good. Work is a pain like always, but when isn’t it? How about you? Any pressing cases right now?” Hotch nodded no and replied, “Thankfully not, but now you’ve said something about it Strauss will probably call me right now.” Haley let out a laugh and said “Well if that happens I’ll be happy to throw your cell out the window for you.” Now Aaron laughed. As worried as he had been, now that he was here, everything felt okay for now. He was glad that he and Haley could still have a relationship, a friendly one, after everything they had been through. He cleared his throat and said, “We’d better go and talk to some of the parents. Dave loves mingling, but not that much.” Haley smiled and nodded, and they both moved to the kitchen and living areas to talk and watch the party.

After a few minutes of party games and Aaron circling around and saying special thank you’s to the team for coming. The pizza arrived and Aaron, Haley, and the rest of the parents made sure that the kids stayed at the kid’s tables set up in the kitchen to stop any mess from spreading into Rossi’s living room and white couches. After everyone had had a slice or two of some good old-fashioned pepperoni or cheese, Hotch suggested that the kids go out and play a round of soccer on the lawn. He’d made sure to bring along a soccer ball for this exact occasion. He also made sure to text _y/n_ that the birthday boy would be outside in a moment. _y/n_ responded that she was ready whenever the kids came outside. Initiating the plan, Aaron tossed Jack the soccer ball and opened the door for his son and his friends. A few of the parents moved out with their kids. Jack ran around marking the goalposts and while he was very interested in setting a stick down for the middle of the backyard to mark the middle of their make-believe field, _y/n_ slipped in the back gate. Hotch and a few of the other kids noticed and cried out in excitement with little screams of happiness. However, Jack was too obsessed with his game to notice. Aaron let out a little laugh and approached his son. He tapped Jack on the shoulder and said, “Hey, buddy, I think someone’s here to see you.” Jack looked up at his dad who was kneeling on the grass. The little boy looked over to where Aaron was looking. Hotch watched as Jack’s eyes went wide and he whispered, “Spider-Man?” And then more enthusiastically, “Spider-Man!” Jack ran over and gave _y/n_ a tight hug around her legs. Aaron was surprised how convincing _y/n_ looked in the costume. He chalked it up to youth, and again, he was incredibly grateful he didn’t have to don the costume himself because heaven knew he wouldn’t look like that.

_y/n_ smiled as the little boy sprinted over as quickly as he could. She knew it was the birthday boy because his dad, Mr. Hotchner, had described him and told her his name was Jack. Before the little boy had noticed her, _y/n_ watched as, who she assumed was Jack’s dad, kneeled near him. The man was strikingly attractive. Mr. Hotchner had sounded nice on the phone. He had a deep, rich voice that carried well over the line, but _y/n_ hadn’t expected him to look as nice as he sounded. It was a rarity for the dads to set up this kind of thing. It made _y/n_ respect the man who clearly understood what his kid enjoyed. _y/n_ snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Hotch when Jack made contact with her legs. _y/n_ knelt and gave Jack a hug. The little boy asked in awe, “Spider-Man, what are you doing here?” _y/n_ smiled under her mask and said, “Well I was swinging around the neighborhood and someone spilled that it was your Birthday, so I thought I’d have to come by and say Happy Birthday!” Jack’s eyes stayed wide and he said, “Who told you?” _y/n_ looked over to Aaron who was standing now and was looking at the pair with a stunning smile. Jack followed her gaze to his dad. Jack’s jaw dropped and he said, “Daddy knows Spider-Man!” _y/n_ put her finger to her lips and made a “shhh-ing” sound before saying, “He does, but we can’t let anyone else know. You know how those villains get when that kind of information gets out.” Jack closed his mouth and nodded solemnly. _y/n_ didn’t want to keep Jack away from his friends for too long and noticed the soccer ball and said, “Hey how about we play some soccer with your friends?” Jack nodded enthusiastically and moved toward his friends excitedly to tell them that Spider-Man was going to play with them. The kids and _y/n_ spent about twenty-five minutes playing. _y/n_ made sure the ball stayed almost entirely with the kids and Jack and cheered when anyone made a “goal.” _y/n_ looked over at Aaron for a second and noted that he was now talking to a woman and another man. _y/n_ wasn’t close enough to hear what was being said, but even with the mask on, Mr. Hotchner didn’t look too comfortable. _y/n_ didn’t have a chance to question it too much as one of Jack’s friends approached them and said, “Can you show us some of your moves!” _y/n_ let out a laugh and said, “Well I can try, but I’m a bit sore from fighting Doc Ock a few blocks over, so let’s see what I’ve got.” The boy called out that Spider-Man was going to do some tricks and that got the attention of most of the kids and some of the parents, including the trio, that included Hotch. _y/n_ moved to the open part of the yard and did a cartwheel into a superhero pose and all the kids cheered, _y/n_ kept doing _a/t/y/k_ for a few minutes. When _y/n_ was all out of stunts, she asked, “Now how about y’all? Do any of you have any superhero moves?” A hoard of hands went up and _y/n_ organized an informal competition for all the kids to show off there summersaults and jumps and kicks, all of which were ten-out-of-tens! After a few minutes of judging, the woman that Aaron was talking to came up to her and said, “Sweetheart, why don’t you take a quick break inside? You must be baking in that costume. Jack will keep you here all night if you let him.” _y/n_ smiled and nodded saying, “Thanks, that would be nice. I can be back out in a few minutes.” Haley nodded and said, “Take your time. I can handle them for a few minutes.” _y/n_ nodded again and moved into the fancy house for the first time.

The open doors lead to a nice open kitchen with marble countertops and brass barstools. Once _y/n_ was sure none of the kids were watching, she stripped off the mask covering her face. _y/n_ took a deep breath. Not that the mask was hard to breathe in, just a bit claustrophobic. The woman who had offered her a reprieve had been right, _y/n_ was very hot in the form-fitting costume. _y/n_ assumed the blonde-haired woman was Jack’s mom. For some reason _y/n_ started to wonder if she and Mr. Hotchner were still married. From the way Mr. Hotchner had been standing uncomfortably, it seemed that perhaps there was some tension there. _y/n_ cursed her brain that saw things that weren’t probably there and found anyone older than her attractive. This wasn’t why she was here. This was the furthest reason she was here. Thankfully _y/n_ was pulled from these thoughts when someone said, “You’re really good at this; you know that, right?” _y/n_ turned around and saw a pretty brunette woman who was moving toward the bar with an empty wineglass in hand. _y/n_ smiled and said, “Thank you. I’m still kind of new to this, so I’m happy to hear I don’t look like a complete fool out there.” The woman smiled and said, “Far from it! You’re doing awesome. I know you’ve made Jack’s day.” _y/n_ smiled and said, “Thanks. He seems like a great kid.” The woman smiled and stepped forward with a hand extended. _y/n_ took it and the woman said, “Emily, Prentiss.” _y/n_ smiled and said, “_y/n_ _y/l/n_. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Emily smiled and said, “Same here.” _y/n_was very happy she’d taken this job now. She was rarely acknowledged by anyone at parties, and at this one, she’d been offered a break and someone had noticed her existence. It was a nice reprieve as _y/n_ had been questioning her life choices recently.

Someone else came into the room and looked at Emily and _y/n_. The bearded man looked at _y/n_ and asked, “You want a drink, kid? I’d say you’ve earned one with how happy you’ve made Jack. We’ve got wine and beer in a cooler if that’s more your thing.” _y/n_ smiled and replied, “Thank you for the offer, but it’s company policy that we don’t drink on the job. I think one or two Elsa’s had one too many and caused some problems, thus the policy.” _y/n_’s candidness had Emily almost snorting out her wine while she laughed hard. The man also chuckled and said, “You sure, we have plenty.” Prentiss composed herself and said, “Oh come on Rossi, we don’t want to get her fired.” _y/n_ smiled and said, “I appreciate it, but I really shouldn’t. I have another party after this one. If I didn’t, I’d be tempted. You’re a very kind host.” Dave gave _y/n_ a soft smile. Shortly after, Aaron entered the room and said, “I think the kids are going to come in to do cakes and presents, so you might need to put the mask back on?” _y/n_ nodded and adjusted her wig cap, holding all her hair at bay before slipping the mask back on and zipping it up the back. _y/n_ joked and said, “Ready for duty Mr. Hotchner.” Aaron nodded and said, “Please, just call me Aaron. Now let me see if I can wrangle Jack and his friends in here.” The next half hour was spent with cake, singing, and presents. Jack tried very hard to offer _y/n_ some cake, but _y/n_ adeptly replied, “Well, I’d love some, but if I take off my mask, well everyone would know who I am, and you know that can’t happen.” Jack nodded again like he was fully in the know of his favorite superhero’s life and problems. After the presents, _y/n_ took pictures with Jack and anyone else who wanted some, which was almost all of the kids. The two hours went by more quickly than usual and as some guests started to leave the party, wishing Jack the happiest of birthdays, Aaron pulled _y/n_ into the entryway and wrote out a check to _y/n_. He added a nice tip and said, “Jack had had a blast to have Spider-man at his party.” _y/n_ had taken off her mask and gloves again and when Hotch handed her the check she said, “Thanks for asking for me. I had a lot of fun with Jack and his friends today. He’s really lucky to have a dad like you.” Hotch’s cheeks took on a tinge of color at the compliment. Half of the time he felt like he was doing the parenting thing all wrong, so it was nice to come from such an unbiased source. He cleared his throat and said, “Thank you. You really made Jack’s day special.” _y/n_ smiled and said, “Tell him I said happy birthday again, please.” Hotch nodded and _y/n_ moved out the door because if she didn’t, she felt like she could stand there in her costume forever just looking at Aaron.

Outside, _y/n_ felt a wave of disappointment at herself. The sadness wasn’t from the party, perhaps it was leaving a party was where it was coming from. It was so clear that the person being celebrated was loved and cared for. Someone who had a community around them. This job was great, but _y/n_ saw a lot of sad kids and it made her sad too. It didn’t help that working for a knockoff princess company was never on her life goals list. _y/n_ swallowed back emotions she had not been expecting when that soothing warm voice called out behind her. _y/n_ turned around and wiped her eyes before saying, “Hey Aaron, did I forget something in there.” Hotch tipped his head to the side, slightly confused why _y/n_ seemed to almost be in tears. He nodded his head no and said, “No, um, Jack insisted that I bring you out a piece of cake.” He held up a plate covered in plastic wrap. _y/n_ could see the vanilla cake with red and blue frosting beneath the plastic, and _y/n_ gave a small laugh. She looked over at Aaron as she reached for the plate and said, “That was nice of him, and you. Thank you.” _y/n_ turned and put it in the passenger seat of her car, but Hotch continued to stand there.

Finally, Aaron asked, “Are you okay, _y/n_? You seem upset. Has something happened.” _y/n_ didn’t know why, but talking to Hotch felt safe, and she sniffled and said, “Did you ever feel like you took a wrong turn in your life somewhere? Like it’s going in the wrong direction or nowhere at all?” Hotch furrowed his brow at the existential question. He slowly said, “I have. Are you feeling that, _y/n_?” He was concerned for _y/n_ now. She was young and had so much life left to live. Questions like these could weigh heavy on someone. _y/n_ sighed, leaning against her car, replying, “I guess so. I just feel kind of lost. I never saw anything like this in the cards for me.” Aaron nodded and wanted to reassure _y/n_ that life could get better. He said, “I’ve felt that way before. I’ve seen dreams of mine fade away, or realize that my dreams weren’t dreams at all. I’ve felt the same thing with a job. I had to be forgiving of myself. But it got better with time. I promise you things can get better with time, _y/n_.” _y/n_ was crying now and said, “You say that. You’re an actual hero, I heard Emily and Derek talk about the fact that you’re all in the FBI. Look at me, I just play at one. I thought I had my whole life planned out. The job I did before this was nothing like this. I feel embarrassed for being so wrong. So naive.” Hotch moved forward and put a hand on _y/n_’s shoulder like a father might. He looked into _y/n_’s eyes and said, “Listen to me. Today you were a hero to my son. You were his idol and he was so happy to have met you. And so am I. Just because I do a hard job doesn’t make yours any less worthy. Even if it’s just temporary.” _y/n_ wanted to believe him and nodded softly, still sniffling. Hotch moved closer and gave _y/n_ a hug. Something to reassure her. _y/n_ leaned into the embrace and listened to Aaron repeat himself, “It gets better if you can give yourself time.” _y/n_ nodded into his chest which was like a shield against the rest of the world and her own thoughts. _y/n_ pulled away eventually and she said, “Thank you for talking to me, Sorry to pull you away from the party.” Aaron gave her a gentle smile and said, “I think you needed to let some things out. I’m happy to listen. If you’re ever feeling terrible, you could call me. I might not pick up right away, but you can call.” _y/n_ nodded, and suddenly felt like she was part of Aaron and Jack’s community too.

After saying thank you again, _y/n_ got in her car, and Aaron moved back to the house. As _y/n_ drove toward the next party, the fact that her life hadn’t panned out the way she planned suddenly didn’t feel so shameful. Maybe if she tried to give herself time she could figure out what her real passions were and how to take the next step forward. For now, she could be someone’s hero, even for just a few hours. And if she couldn’t, she had one very loving father in her corner. At least there was that.

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I'm not well versed in Transformers, but who is your favorite Autobot? What's one thing that if Hasbro called you up right now and said they would do whatever you suggested, you tell them?

My favourite Autobot is easy because I don't like most of them very much. I love Decepticons.

It's either Jazz or Ratchet or Rodimus, depending on the phase of the moon and whether my brain is in RavWaves mode or Deadlock mode.

Jazz and Ratchet and Rodimus are all people who probably would have been Decepticons if it weren't for a stroke of fate.

I also love Rosanna, but she's a civilian and she's been in like 3 things, one of which almost everyone hates.

The problems with Autobots:

they tend to use the same colour schemes which makes them hard to tell apart

many of them are boring af

the Decepticon movement was a legitimate revolution against an extremely bigoted and oppressive government, and the Autobots were the liberals who patted them on the hand and said "we can do this the nice way" even though most of them were from social classes that were literally disposable.

some of them are fucking fascists

some of them are just such goodie two shoes rule bound characters you have to laugh (Star Saber in anything other than IDW was probably the robot version of Sheldon Cooper once)

It's really only in TFA that I don't think Optimus Prime is a giant hypocrite. I don't hate him. I think he's an awesome character. I enjoy him a lot! I also write a lot of fic where he gets his aft handed to him, at least verbally.

But I don't really sympathise with him. Because even when he's unfailingly sweet, like in TFP, he's still...a part of the problem, not the solution.

In some series the Decepticons did become horrible and genocidal, which is wrong, of course, but that led in IDW at least to both sides playing atrocity chicken.

In other series the Decepticons are anti-human mostly because we're in their way and we like the Autobots. In the Bumblebee movie they never even wanted to come here, but they had to--it is Prime's fault that their war came to Earth.

If Hasbro was willing to do whatever I said I would ask them to create a series of all the femme characters most people don't know about. And not make them teeny tiny Core Class dolls. (I own a few of them because they're cute, but.)

I would get them to include Ravage now that ES has confirmed her for a femme. (She is ACAB, assigned cat at birth.)

This would also include:

Esmeral, who should really be a leaderclass because her husband is the size of a small planet (from the Victory manga)

General Strika, who is the least feminine female character in all of transformers and a butch goddess of war (from TFA and Beast Machines)

Botanica because she's cool AF

Rosanna and her evil twin Flipsides (Rosanna's in KP but both of them are in... TFA, I thought? For a heartbeat.)

Howlback (done like her twin sister Ravi, with biped-to-quad transformation that does not involve extra limbs hanging off, because both MMC and Xtransbots have done it just fine) from the Cobalt Sentries who never got a show

Lyzack (from Victory -- the twin sister of Leozack who defends the home front and is a teal and pink seeker)

Nautica (from the IDW comics, who is the most adorable of nerds even if she is Ravage's unwanted aemula/kismesis/hatecrush until they make friends)

the Megatronia combiner which includes Megaempress, Trickdiamond, Lunaclub, Flowspade and Moonheart)

Minerva (yes there's a legacy but it's tiny and they made it a walgreens exclusive)

Clobber (from Cyberverse)

Nightbird (G1 not ROTB)

Termagax (Megatron's mom from the IDW 2019 series)

I have nothing against Elita-1, Arcee, Windblade, Chromia, Moonracer and Slipstream but some people can name hundreds of male characters and only those six and not even all of them.

If I was also G-d of the Transformers franchise as a whole, I would revive Kiss Players, cut out all the bad sex jokes and dropped panties of teenagers, rename a few things -- we do not need a base called "the spiral vagina" -- and take the plot we were actually given in between sex jokes, which was very cool, and write it all out as a comic/story/cartoon. They did the plot in the last few episodes of the radio show after kind of leading up to it very slowly between dirty jokes.

Everyone says Kiss Players is the worst thing Transformers ever made. I'm sorry, that's RID 2015, which is a Transformers show for the "Blue Lives Matter" crowd where the entire plot of the show is to find all these low-class Decepticons who are from denigrated castes that escaped from a prison ship and throw them all back in jail. Like seriously fuck you very much.

I will take perverted panty jokes over asskissing the cops any day. Besides some of the stuff that looks so bad and gross looks so bad and gross because it is--you're not supposed to be down with it, you're supposed to guess that a certain person is being groomed looooong before she figures it out. and the main human characters are actually Secretly Lesbians

I'm sorry this is way more info than you asked for but this is my main hyperfixation other than thylacines, fossas, small wild cats that can't eat you, and other cute weird predators.

#transformers #I ran off my mouth about transformers #this was probably not unexpected #nerd alert

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Heya! I wanted to ask about your fic, "Moths Fly In Packs", that I wanted to know for a while. Forgive me if it was answered or not:

What was your main inspiration for the actual story? Was it just a Rise AU? Did you automatically create Salena for this story? I wanna know the origins of story and what got you writing the first chapter!

Heyyyyy bestie how's it goinnnnn~

Aight so this is actually one of my favorite things to talk about cuz my ass cannot shut up about this fic but it was quite a few things that got mushed together to create the fic

First off, it was originally gonna be a comic! I just got heavily back into Rise after watching the movie in January 2023 and yk the show was cancelled for a while now. I really missed the show and already read through like every headcanon, x reader, and whatever the fuck I could find at the time so to satiate myself, I decided to make a story of my own! That was kinda already the drill for me anyway; if there's a piece of media I adore that never got the love it deserved, I continue the story myself

It was gonna be a comic focused with the boys as the main characters just like the show and would be seen as a continuation. I wasn't planning on releasing it any time soon since ya know... comic but Salena was indeed still gonna be in the story. She was just gonna be a more minor character? Not background, more like on the same level as April or Splintz; pops up often but not always

And then I realized that was a stupid fucking idea cuz no way in hell I would ever survive the torture of making comics :D I don't even enjoy making em for the most part so yk-

I had a different idea on the side. I was thinking it'd be interesting to have a separate fic version of the story but told from Salena's perspective so the audience would understand her more. But then as I kept developing the story, I realized this was the more interesting version anyway! I had a shit ton of ideas and a lot of topics I could critique and commentate on. It was genuinely fucking interesting the more I looked at it, even tho I was hella nervous no one would care for my random ass OC enough to accept them as the main character over the boys-

On a more personal note, I was going through a lot of shit prior to rejoining Rise which made my senior year of high school get a very depressing start. But in a way, watching the movie and the show saved me. Not even exaggerating, this show's done a lot for me than I'll ever be able to express. When I thought about making the fic and settled on it being the story I tell, I wanted to express all my feelings and hardships I've been through. I wanted to explore them through Salena and externalize a lot of the messages I learned and Rise felt like the perfect outlet for that; the characters just genuinely fit

That's the real reason why I had the first chapter out in like a month or two. I wasn't even sure whether to post it, it was entirely an impulse move. But I don't regret it one bit

I really do hope this story find the people I want it to. People who felt just as alone as I did, I want them to know they aren't. There are people out there who understand, who've been through the same, and who've survived and gone onto thriving. I wanted Salena to feel relatable to them since she's quite literally the first character I've made who's truly based off of myself

On the flip side, I also hope it'll reach people who have no idea what I'm talking about and haven't ever experienced what Salena has. I want this story to be an opportunity for them to step into someone else's shoes and learn how to empathize. That was why I loved books as a kid; they helped me learn to empathize. So maybe, my story can do the same. Help people to empathize with folks like Salena who are struggle and have no idea how to say so

Sorry for the long ass ramble. I genuinely do believe the origins of this fic is extremely interesting so I really love talking about it ;w;

Cheers to Chapter 9 finally being out!

#save rottmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt asks #ask box #rottmnt moths fly in packs #rottmnt mfip #mfip asks #rambles #rottmnt rambles #fanfic recs #fanfic ramble #fanfic ramblings

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jdtrashman · 10 months

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The Spider-Society can very easily be seen as a dark commentary on Tumblr/Twitter/Tiktok's romanticism for the "found family" trope

This is in response to folks calling Miles' new friends a Found Family and also comic nerds constantly pointing at their favorite Spider-Man and being like "he wouldn't go along with this!"

Both takes are deeply wrong and here's why

Starting with the latter, first off - the mob mentality is a POWERFUL thing. If you think it isn't, look up at any twitter or tumblr drama that got someone booted off the platform. Not any that's recent, think back - if you even fucking *remember* - to one from years and years back. Some may have been justified, like Change The Channel, but often, it was just a bunch of us taking the words of some random stranger, who was most likely a teenager who wanted to start drama for attention, and coming down hard on some poor bastard who didn't deserve half of what was done to them.

Mob mentality is one of the most powerful and historically relevant mentalities in the human psyche. I don't doubt for a minute all those spideys went along with it.

Especially when it comes to my next point. Miles' friends are NOT a found family. Miles HAS a family. A family he loves dearly. He does not need to find a family, he does not need Peter B as a father figure. He's got a perfectly fine father he loves a lot already. What Miles has is this little concept that I think this and other socmed sites tend to forget about called "a friend group". They are his friends, nothing more, and that is totally cool and valid and based and whatever new word you kids have come up with.

Meanwhile, look at the spider-society. They are, among many other things, yet another attempt by Miguel - a deeply, PROFOUNDLY lonely man - to fill a hole in his soul. He has achieved what many tumblr and twitter and tiktok users so idolize - a found family of likeminded people who also share in his trauma and pain.

And how has that gone for him? Oh yeah, it's made him an actively worse person. Because surrounding yourself with nothing but other people who are just as hurt and traumatized as you does not automatically fix the problem. If anything it makes it worse because now your coping mechanisms, *especially* the reeeeally unhealthy ones, have a whole "support" system that does nothing but reinforce them instead of confronting the root of the problem. Miguel, for all the work that has gone into forming the spider-society, is still making the same mistake that got his alternate universe daughter killed: thinking there's a shortcut to fixing your depression.

No wonder all these spideys are going along with this obviously bad idea. They've been brainwashed - not by Miguel, but by themselves and each other mutually - into thinking that the horrible shit that happened to them HAD to happen. To paraphrase Bojack Horseman, they need the damage to be GOOD damage, because otherwise, it's just damage.

Found Families are nice, especially for those who don't HAVE a family that loves them like Miles's family loves him, but they are not a cure-all. They are not an instant solution to your problems. Like any family, they are your partners, not your missing piece.

(and now that I've challenged the found family trope AND ended on a quote from Steven Universe, I have effectively doomed myself to cancellation. Never been cancelled before, should be fun :D)

#spider man: across the spider verse #miles morales #spider-gwen #hobie brown #miguel o'hara

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starfacedstudio · 7 months

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@doedreamiing and I are putting the final touches onto our Discord server, Crowberry Comic Connection, and have some exciting news! We will be making it public on September 30th, and we had some time to put together at least something for the opening:

Image ID: A poster with prompts listed on sticky note graphics (in transcript below). It has little crowberry creature doodles and leaf decorations around the text (also transcribed below), and a fake wax seal with the Crowberry Comic Connection logo is in the corner. End ID.

Transcript:

Crowberry Comic Connection presents: Crowtober 2023!

Prompt List:

Week 1 (Day 1-7): Crow, Fall, Weave, Loose, Sweater, Startle, Rain

Week 2 (Day 8-15): Color, Coffee, Harvest, Bump, Stranger, Thirteen, Footstep, Web

Week 3 (Day 16-23): Hollow, Leaves, Patch, Hay, Lost, Inside, Dirt, Haunt

Week 4 (Day 24-31): Dark, Visibility, Rot, Worm, Vile, Treat, Trick, Costume

Crowtober, like any other October art thing, is a list of prompts to use as inspiration to create! Though we focus on comics, feel free to do just about anything else with these (we'd certainly love to see some story-based pieces, though!)

Do as little or as many as you want. Please do not burn yourself out. We recommend choosing just prompts that you find most interesting, and can have the most fun with!

End of transcript.

We wanted a lil something to start the server off, and wanted to post a bit early as a teaser (and to give some heads up). You absolutely do not have to join the server to participate, this is merely a prompt list and you can really just do whatever you want with it. Nothing needs to be polished, don't feel pressured to do all 31 days (we both certainly will not be doing every prompt), just have fun with them!

Feel free to tag us (@doedreamiing or @starfacedstudio) if you post something made from the prompts here, we'd love to see what you make :D

#crowtober2023 #crowberry comic connection #discord server #froxart #froxposting #described #comictober #october #prompt list #prompts #had fun making this lil poster!! i am simply. a little guy who likes graphic design #btw the font we use here is called Dish Out its VERY nice and free :) used a font called Day Care for commas/apostrophes #were gonna keep saying this but we're really excited for this server. we hope it ends up being a nice place for art folks to hang out!#pls pls pls do tag us if you do anything (quick sketches. doodles. anything) with these we wanna see!!!!

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friendshipsbracelet · 26 days

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2, 9 annd 14 for whoever you want? :3c

ill do this with evan >_< sorry im just focussed on him rn...i hope u don't mind eeeeek sorry i have been dying to talk about him for awhile :p thank u 4 asking :D

2. What's their go-to order at a cafe? What's yours?

ummm hmm >_<.....im not a big cafe person and he isn't rflly either.....sometimes rarely he would just get a really plain normal coffee...especially if its during finals!!!!!! he would get one with some creamer and like whip cream or whatever and like chocolate if hes feeling fancy ;D..maybe a sweet treat 2 :3!!!!! i don't go to cafes often but i don't want coffee..unless its like hot chocolate :D!! i would get a sweet treat too...yumy donut :D

9. Do you have any AUs for your selfship? Tell me about them!!

ummm currently not really! since hes new O_O BUT i do have 2 IN MIND RIGHT NOW!!!! i have a small dnd one which is just an excuse to dress him up as a cute knight and me a pretty princess its based off of their dnd characters n stuff and just a fun little story :3!! sir knight evan and princess wolf luna kylie of da stars :B!!!!!! and another one that i wanna do is a more silly tropey anime one.....like ohhh what if she can turn into kitty :3 what if she was puppy.....ahhh so silly my girlfriend can turn into a kitty picks her up swings her around!!!

14. Do you and your f/o share any hobbies?

YES!!!! most of the them r the same like um video games obviously and just nerdy stuff like movies n ya :D the biggest being Minecraft and overwatchhh and comics and i guess anime stuff even though im not super into it.....we have a lot of differences though!!!! one day i will get him into mlp..he kind of knows of it..so does that count? :'D and i super like art while he doesn't rlly draw..he tries..for me :p!!!!!!!! he likes legend of zelda and coding and just general building stuff while i don't know much of that (*3*)=

#asks #🎮

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brown-little-robin · 10 months

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I’m really curious about Stark and Hobb :0

(question from this game, character from this list! Here is the premise of Clown World for anyone who doesn’t know about it!)

Thanks for asking! :D Stark and Hobb are interesting characters; they're both unusually successful for clowns of their types, and both are uncomfortable with that fact.

Stark used to be a medical clown! To be clear, this was actually Stark doing this; Clowns and human-clowns are both welcome in most major hospitals. Stark (then known as Storks) would go to hospitals, peek in at various rooms, and cheer up the patients that seemed receptive to him. To be a medical clown, you have to be very good at figuring out who's okay with you and how to make people lose their fear and discomfort around you. He wore white greasepaint makeup with blue and green accents. This is fairly standard for clowns, but somewhat unusual for medical clowns, who usually wear only accent makeup rather than doing the whole circus-clown thing of the white greasepaint base layer that covers the whole face and neck. Storks wishes his parent had picked less makeup, honestly; he thinks it's harder to connect with kids because he has no human skin showing, but he likes the blue and green. Anyway, Stark made kids in hospital beds smile at origami tricks, okay? That's the kind of person he was.

And then he got bitten by a scary clown, and he became a scary clown himself. He was already comically tall; now he's frighteningly tall. He wears a medical mask (oh, the irony) to hide his sharp teeth. He works as a security guard for a firm that specializes in hiring scary clowns who can pass a background check, who usually have no (good) job prospects and are, by necessity, incredibly loyal to the firm. Stark is a good security officer, he keeps people safe, he learned all the rules and follows them—and he hates his job. Especially his newest client, who he's pretty sure is doing technically-legal but morally-repugnant stuff with clowns. And, for that matter, humans.

Stark just wants to go back to his old life.

Hobb is a tramp clown. He's near the bottom of the rung of clown types, but he has a pretty good life for a permanently-scruffy, sad-lookin' middle-aged guy who physically can't take off the clown makeup. Hobb is the volunteering coordinator and mentor leader at the Clown Shelter of Des Moines—he helps new clowns get on their feet, teaches them what professions they could probably get into and how, and so on. He's always keeping a sharp eye on the legal landscape for clowns, watching the legislation about inheritances and certifications and so on. He's a decent guy, but sometimes he lets his analytical head overrule his morality. He can be cruel, sometimes, and he knows it and deals with it. It's just so easy to see people as clients rather than as people with feelings and whatever.

He's working on it, bless his heart.

Hobb's favorite drink is vanilla latte, and he's a morning person, but in a slow enjoyment kind of way, not a Get Up And Get Going way. <3

#Clown World Lore #Stark the Scare Clown #Hobb the Tramp Clown #Clown World spoilers

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press-shift-to-run · 1 year

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Hello!

Welcome to Press shift to run! It's me and my brother's little gaming (and pretty much whatever) "company"! Right now we only have this Tumblr but very soon we'll be publishing games and expanding from there (youtube is probably next)! Check back to this pinned post to see what we're working on! We'll try to update it as much as we can! If you're interested in working with us on any projects or you just want us to review your things or even chat then shoot us a message! If you have any questions about our stuff or really ANYTHING send us an ask!

Gen's main blog: @i-have-big-sad

Stu's main blog: @mimikyuu1

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Upcoming games!

(this will probably change) In order:

Deadly Delights (series)

Deadly Delights:

Play as a detective in this murder mystery monster dating Sim! A lot...I know. The cast of dateable characters include: Dr. "Henry" Jekyll & Mr. "Harry" Hyde, Adam Frankenstein, Gilbert B. Lagoon, Count Vincent "Vlad" Dracula, Dr. Claude Griffin (the invisible man)!

Deadly Delights: Out of the casket

Story TBA. Dateable characters: The headless horseman, Erik destler (POTO), Carmilla, Ashley Frankenstein (the bride of Frankenstein), Wolfie Talbot (wolfman), Cassandra the witch, and montessor (cask of amontillado)

Black Christmas: The next X-mas

Play as a sorority girl in this 3-d survival horror game based on the cult classic 1974 Black Christmas! The story takes place around a year after the events of the movie! You and your other sorority sisters move into the notorious house thinking the killer was caught. However after an onslaught of obscene phone calls comes through something tells you the killer hasn't moved on yet. Explore the campus! Talk to Npcs! And most importantly save your sisters from the same fate! Btw there's 3 ending planned 1. Bad ending 2. Good ending 3. "Special" ending

Black Christmas: The Halloween update

Pretty much follows the original creators idea of a black Christmas 2. Billy gets caught. sent back to an asylum. He escapes close to Halloween. Shenanigans ensues.

Revenge of the sandwich artist

Kinda like a Scott pilgrim beat em up comically based off of my job

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Upcoming comics

TBA

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#indie games #gaming #black christmas #billy lenz #dr. jekyll and mr. hyde #frankenstein #creature from the black lagoon #phantom of the opera #erik destler #poto #the invisible man #dracula #bride of frankenstein #carmilla #the wolfman #the headless horseman #cask of amontillado

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kaypeace21 · 2 years

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Theories for s4 .

May be wrong but whatever XD I will mention movies said to inspire s4 as well. Also throwing in some of my crack theories in the small chance they're right. This will be just a quick rundown of ideas. I will also briefly discuss leaks, merch etc so just warning you now. To not read-if you don't want to see that.

- Eddie may die . he has a skull with lighting on it (on his d&d book). This is probably hinting he dies in the (lightning filled) upsidedown. Billy had a skull tatoo before he passed away, ( so it has precedence) . Eddie may distract the bats with his guitar (inhibiting their echolocation) and sacrificing himself to protect the others. maybe another hint he dies is how bob died and was a vampire for Halloween (vampires = bats /un-dead).

- satanic panic is alive and well, and false rumors about the hellfire club(being linked to chrissy or others de*ths spread). S3 foreshadows the satanic panic (and it's historical ties to d&d). In the 80s (on 20/20) was literally a "news report" claiming d&d was correlated to :Satanism, witchcraft, necromancy, m*rder, being gay (rolls eyes the homoph*bia of conflating that with the others), and many other things. The gang probably first gets involved to clear eddie and Co.

- I feel like we will hate Jason and Freddie. My guess is Freddie with his school newspaper and Jason with his popularity help spread the satanic panic and witch hunts. Their names are probably from the villains in the freddy vs Jason franchises . Which is why I think we will dislike them. Also maybe a weird coincidence but in friday the 13th: Jason and the heroine chris were enemies. Despite in st, jason/chrissy dating. Could just be an Easteregg but maybe Jason is a jerk of a bf to chrissy. We also have nancy and Freddie working on the newspaper- and given how elmstreet is inspo. Freddie and nancy probably don't get along. Similar to freddy kreuger and nancy thompson -in elmstreet.

- appears like max and Co break into the counselor's office. My guess is: they look at the psych notes of the missing students for leads . Maybe that's where the drawing of the creel house comes in? Chrissy or someone else may have had nightmares of the house before they're attacked by vecna. The ripped drawing is also a callback to nancy finding the ripped photo of the demogorgan and later investigating it. So the drawing probably is what causes robin and nancy go to pennhurst (mental hospital) ,in addition to the creel house.

- already explained 2 possible theories for vecna. Skip this bullet point if you want to avoid leaks. Ok so if leaks are true. My theory is then ...henry creel, later peter ( who maybe changed his name to start fresh ) worked at hnl as a guard. And prob had powers and became vecna when trapped in upsideown. Since vecna is based on freddy k... St's vecna's backstory is probably based off the freeddy k comics. Freddy was a boy with ab*sive (step) dad, he was bullied because his dad was in an mental asylum (victor). He later becomes a dream-monster who targets kids with similar ab*sive backgrounds to himself. Explaining why the monsters targeted: Will, el, billy, max, chrissy etc. The clock immagery of the monsters- may be correlated to the m*rders and the cursed creel clock). maybe it's like a metaphor for being stuck in the past ( to the creel m*rders)? "Wanting to turn back the clock" to a better time. Vecna also makes dreams based on peoples' fears, secrets,etc. And s1-3 made direct references to Alice in wonderland/wizard of oz (which have dream worlds). And if vecna is a ruler of the upsidedown it could explain why the upsidedown monsters already mirrored the fears of el, hopper, and the byers boys in s1-3. Silent hill is st inspo: the alternate version of the town (silent hill) is filled with monsters and they reflect the tra*ma of various towns people. This alternate version of silent hill was first made by an ab*sed psychic kid . Apparently Peter can also manipulate minds /memories too which mirrors the mindflayer's ability to do so. And I already explained this , plus the alternative crack theory that could be connected to the creels in part 2: about a time paradox/loop-Here.

- there's most likely a lot of infighting in the government and that is shown via sullivan's team attacking the cali/owen's base. People think the sbp gang save her. But I think its more likely she uses the fighting between gov agencies as an opportunity to escape and head to Hawkins... maybe even hitchhike like s2.And she only reunites with sbp later. I also think el may have shaved her own head trying to "turn back the clock" to a time when she had powers while in the lab. She may try anything to regain her powers and help her friends. A few movies involve a character having a breakdown and cutting their hair (most likely El). She probably gets her powers back when in the sensory tank (called nina). Since the hnl-pre teaser has the opera song sung by nina - and the character NINA had repressed memories- El may recollect something before her powers reactivate (probably involving the lab massacre). In assasains creed: a character also sees their repressed memories/ past while in a water tank . Also I think it’s interesting that creel can mean ‘fish trap”. An nina can mean “enclosure of fish"” (and el is stuck in a tank like a poor fish in an aquarium). :(

- vecna forces El to have a vision of the rainbow room. The inception totem is a and eye imagery of El/vecna is a hint of this. What may be weird is the person playing chess looks like Will. But could be a coincidence. However it is weird that when max enters a vecna dream- the grave of billy changes to William. Or the fact the creel clock also says "williams". link here

- I do wonder if jonathan and Will have vecna flashbacks of their pasts as well ,in part 2. Especially regarding lonnie. Because some s4 movies have trippy dreamscapes - one film "the cell": involves a dream memory of an ab*sive, h*mophobic father hurting his young son. Bill and Ted's bogus journey: teen turns into little kid, chased by giant rabbit monster, told he's a horrible big brother, is harassed by older relative (in dream flashback)- reminds me of jonathan, etc. Also some trippy swing flashbacks - in "terminator 2 " and " enter the void" (so mike or Will?). I agree with 0aurelion-solo theory that Will's true sight may let him eventually see past the illusions/break the code (of the dream) like Alan turing. Because in d&d truesight allows you to see past illusions.

- the fake name used for filming s4 was "ocerat", an anagram for tareco- in d&d he's a "wizard hunter". He believes the world would be a better place if he could k*ll all wizards. He often would st*lk his victims for weeks and try to isolate them to attack them. He obviously isn't a fan of El (a mage). But... is sullivan's group just getting rid of the byers cause they know too much? Why not be subtle and make it look like an accident *like what they did to Hammond? Barb? Etc? Are they unaware El isn't there? If sullivan's crew attack the base and house at the same time: that would ring alarm bells for me, that something else is going on. Maybe the sbp crew doesn't realize sullivan is after them for other reasons. I mean will is a "wizard" -could be a part 2 twist. And since Utah (suzie's house) is between California and Indiana. It appears the sbp crew is going to Indiana maybe to warn their friends they are in the "eye of the storm". A monoply card claimed suzie would help them find el... but idk if it will be that simple ... maybe they learn El isn't even at the base anymore. And or ...

- crack theory: I still think there's a strong chance suzie and her family may be spies and working for the gov. May betray the sbp gang initially. Theory and reasoning here. If not her- I do wonder if there is some other betrayal or spy. It's a common theme in the s4 films. Even the s4 videos store has a movie poster about a undercoverspy gf , and another film poster about basketball.

- hopper's imprisonment probably has parallels to el's time in the lab (especially cause irl: soviets experimented on soviet prisoners in the "psychic armrace" ). But in the show they use the soviet prisoners to train and weaponize the demogorgan. If what david said is true: We probably see flashbacks of vietnam ,his dad,sara. Along with possibly solitary confinement in the prison etc. I think vietnam/prison scenes may be pretty messed up if in the show (just from the s4 movie selection). Historically the usa also did questionable experiments on vietnam soldiers as well. So his time in the war (buzzcut , being trained to be a weapon) probably echos el's time being in the lab , and being trained to become a weapon/experiment.

- also not sure if it's symbolic or something else. We see a Russian doll at the creel house. And in the st mobile game Victor's favorite food is a Russian dish borscht. So is it just simple easterggs, are they of Russian descent - or is there some type of parallels/symbolism we will see later on in the season relating to the creels and the soviets. Perhaps all 3 storylines: lab , creels, and soviets are all linked via experimentation gone wrong.

-the creels probably will have parallels to: the byers and el (which we’ve already seen), along with max , maybe chrissy and her ab*sive mom. And I think I heard Eddie had an ab*sive dad too. So there may be parallels there as well...

- Max seems to be having nightmares connected to vecna- before they realize it’s supernatural in origin. She obviously is grieving and vecna’s pursuit of her probably is a metaphor of survivor’s guilt , tra*ma , etc. It’d be interesting and cool if Max and Nancy bonded over this commonality (since they both suffered through it). Wouldn’t it make sense for Nancy to be super protective of a red-head after what happened to Barb? Not sure if they’d do it- but it’d be nice if Nancy was like a mentor-friend to Max.

- Lucas’ pursuit of basketball and popularity echos how steve who was on the basketball team and learned popularity is over-rated. And being your authentic self is the best thing to do. I think Lucas’ is still very loyal to his friends even when on the team. But is initially torn. And quickly sides with his friends. Hopefully he gets some good characterization like s2.

- I think Hopper may escape on his own, he also may use fire as an escape method. We saw in the trailer- an explosion in a snow covered place. We already see hopper using a flamethrower etc. Also, there's little evidence for it ... I just worry the joyce/murray's rescue mission won't go as planned. It could. It just seems ... too easy tbh. I kind of wonder if joyce is stuck in russia at the end of s4.because of a st comment of hers. Plus, their plane literally crashed so...

- I still wonder if in part 2: Will and el are captured at the end of the season by brenner (where he may have restarted his program at pennhurst mental asylum ). Or maybe Will goes with Lonnie and El goes with Brenner. Especially if joyce is m.ia. Mkultra historically did experiments in mental asylums. Lucas made a joke in s1 , that el is from pennhurst (foreshadowing?). There's movies where questionable guardians, dead beat dads etc- got custody. Plus s4 films where psychiatrists do unethical supernatural experiments on patients.

-crack theory: I still wonder if chrissy's death will be faked (and they find her in water like Will). And at the end of the season it's revealed she's at pennhurst (where Brenner may have restarted his program). Theory and reasoning here. Ofcourse 50/50 chance she may be another Heather but we will see.

-kali may return in s4 part 2 or s5. It was foreshadowed: Kali also wants to take down Brenner and suggested to El they work together to do so. Maybe they team up again?Not to mention in a season exploring El's past: why not bring back Kali? Or maybe in s5 she helps the gang rescue El- if El's in need of rescuing. Plus, in s4 bts: there was a pic of a guy that looked very similar to axel (Kali's friend ) in Hawkins.

- not really a theory but alot of s4 films have plays, musical numbers, drawings, etc foreshadow huge plot points later. So obviously we will pay attention to the d&d game and anything similar for foreshadowing.

- alot of s4 films have a boy or boys be bullied due to h*mophobia so I feel like given how Will has been bullied in the past he may also be bullied similar to el (just for different reasons).especially after the Alan Turing project. Ofcourse mike and Robin may be bullied for similar rumors? But more likely Will , just given the fact he has a history of being bullied. Also a few films , the boy snaps and beats up the h*mophobic bully or the bullied kid snaps and attacks the bully over very very messed up jokes about him and his family. Whether it happens is hard to say. It may happen in s5 or 4 . Who knows.

- I think jonathan is struggling alot and argyle helps him. Maybe , and hopefully, we get more insight on Jonathan's character and past because of it.

- based on the s4 films: the byers dinner scene is either going to be cute or dysfunctional as heck. Maybe be related to Will’s b day? We already know the creel dinner doesn't go as planned - could be a loose parallel??

- part 1: most of the canon couples breakup /or struggle in their relationships. Part 1 probably has ambiguous byler scenes too. And Part 2 m*leven and others may break up.

- crack theory I hope is wrong and probably won't happen. elmstreet dream warriors is said to inspire s4. In that film nancy tompson (who nancy wheeler is based on) is killed in a dream by freddy k (who vecna is based on) specifically after doing an investigation at a mental hospital -correlated to a character named Kirsten (chrissy?). I feel like the duffers love Nancy too much to do this(nor do this to any other original main). She's my favorite girl in the show so I'd be really upset If it happened tbh. Probably have nothing to worry about. But just in case.

- and who is in front of the car on fire... honestly there's so many possibilities. Fire was first associated with Will.But has frankly been associated with various other characters since then. So it could be theoretically anyone. Heck... there's 2 s4 films that have someone (In a dream world) burn alive the fake-dream- version of their ab*sive relative. for all we know it's simply a vecna dream. Could be Will or a different victim of vecna? Or just something more realistic we wouldn't expect . Of course could be the more obvious predictable choice - since el has messed up cars before ,using her powers in s1 . We will just have to wait and see.

- 8 minute clip that was on youtube-skip if you haven’t seen it. we also saw the parallels between the m*rder scenes: with victor creel (at the house) and el (at the lab). We have shots of both El and Victor’s backs (as they stare at a window) and bodies are at their feet. It also reminds me of how Will’s back is shown as he stares at a window (while possessed). It Appears el/victor were either possessed during these events. For example when Will was possessed he also caused a massacre at hawkins lab-which could be a parallel to El. Or maybe victor/el were tricked by vecna/henry/peter into seeing things that weren't there- and thus hurt innocent people. Some leaks say- el didn't do anything and she was just framed. But I'm not sure tbh. It's possible. I think it'd make more sense if it was one of the former explanations- just based on what's in the clip (el smiling after wards). But again we will see.

#stranger things #el hopper #will byers #jim hopper #max mayfield #nancy wheeler #mike wheeler #jonathan byers #joyce byers #lucas sinclair #steve harrington #robin buckley #kali prasad #eddie munson #dustin henderson

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love-bokumono-fics · 6 months

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Casual Prompt November 2023

The votes are in and winning by a slim margin this month, the Casual Prompt is...

✨ Fantasy AU! ✨

There's already lots of magic in the HM/SoS games, but sometimes you just want a different kind of magic. So what will it be this time? Will you drop your favorite characters into a world full of wizards and dragons? Will you have them play a fantasy game together? Sketch out what they would look like as D&D Characters, map out what they would play in a tabletop game? Or will they just be your humble farmer trying to make a living in a world where a dragon might come visit their farm on a whim, or mermaids and fairies are their closest neighbors.

The possibilities are endless, but however you envision it, the results will be magical!

This being a very casual event, you can create whatever you want based off the prompt. Write a long fic or a short fic. Make it shippy or gen. Draw a sketch, or a comic, or paint a whole canvas.

Whatever strikes your fancy!

Make something that you want to make, something you can have fun with! Flex your muscles, stretch your wings, try something new, experiment, go wild! Or use this as a soft landing ground, a place for you to come back and rest in your comfort zone while you work on other projects. Fill the prompt once, fill it twice, do it a dozen times if you’re feeling up to it! There are no rules, just have fun!

You don’t even have to put in in the Bokumono fandoms. If you’re inspired for something else then go for it!

And hey, if one of the other prompt choices for this month inspired you more, you can do that one instead. I won’t stop you.

And if you fill the prompt and want to share, tag the blog so I can rb it, or drop a link to it in the submissions. I want to share and I can’t wait to see what you all come up with.

Happy creating!

Final poll results under the cut

#casual prompt event #casual prompt november 2023 #harvest moon #story of seasons #a wonderful live #friends of mineral town #farm sim #trio of towns

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Can I get the alphabet for my problematic fave, the Major? The entire thing, unless you prefer to pick and choose. Dealers choice

Y'all need to know that this is an NSFW alphabet. Everything inappropriate is below the cut.

That said, I’m more than glad to share my awful opinions (thanks, I think?) but I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT I SPENT FAR TOO LONG DEBATING WHETHER HE’D HAVE A FULLY ROBOT BODY OR WOULD HAVE INSISTED THAT HE MAINTAINED HIS. UH. HUMAN DANGLY BITS. In the end I decided full robot because otherwise, by the time the series rolled around, it probably would’ve been like, a dried stick of cinnamon and two raisins. No amount of Viagra or Doc’s miracle pressure pumps would’ve worked.

Anyway, full offense against the Major below the cut lmao. Consider this challenge fully accepted. Note that based on the bonus comics for Hellsing that I totally consider him a weeb.

A is for Aftercare

This man is solely dedicated to himself. If he’s got a partner, I can’t really see him caring (unless, ofc, he’s handling one of his very expensive posable anime figures. THEN he’d clean them and probably sweet talk them or something. Otherwise the most Doc gets is a “no homo” in response to the brojob and is left to fend for himself).

B is for Body Part

Honestly Montana is the kind of guy who probably loves his face. Mom told him he was a cute boy and he still thinks he’s a cute boy. Honestly it could be worse. ON THE OTHER HAND. He’s a boob dude. Definitely stares in public and makes women uncomfortable. Somebody has to remind him to wear sunglasses if he really wants to be a pervert (but on some level he likes the disgust and revolt at being caught. He likes having the power to drive discomfort in another).

C is for Cum

I was three seconds away from saying he has a cumjar with an anime figurine in it but that’s far too much even for him. Instead, he very much wants to, uh, paint his lovers with it. Likes to leave them to clean themselves.

D is for Dirty Secret

Can’t get laid by a woman voluntarily so he has Doc give him brojobs.

E is for Experience

Absolutely knows what he’s doing to himself and how he likes to be touched. Has never pleasured a woman in his life and all he knows about them biologically is from hentai, despite Doc’s best efforts to teach him otherwise.

F is for Favorite Position

Cowboy or reverse cowboy. Also likes staring down at his partners. Really, it’s whatever will make him feel in control and make him do the least amount of work. He’s a little bit lazy.

G is for Goofy

The Major is serious but it’s also his brand of serious so he can say some totally off the wall shit, deadpan, at any given moment. At least he hasn’t broken into song yet.

H is for Hair

He’s well groomed. He’s a robot and doesn’t have a lot of upkeep, so Doc put it in once, fixed it into place, and that’s how it is. And yes, Montana insisted on the carpet matching the drapes. Woe to Doc that had to go and find a bunch of pubes and then make a skin out of them to attach to that segment of his body.

I is for Intimacy

He’s not a man for romance. He’s definitely into the degradation (unless you are one of his precious figurines) and at most is cordial with poor Doc.

J is for Jack off

Daily, probably. It fills the time.

K is for Kink

Dude gets off on lording power over others and degradation for sure. Also has a thing for school girl uniforms and short skirts. Doc is lucky he hasn’t been forced into one yet.

L is for Location

Honestly loves to get busy in his office. It’s become well known amongst his subordinates to knock and still leave a whole minute so he can fix himself up.

M is for Motivation

If he happens to see somebody publicly humiliated, a bunch of captured and desperate folks brought in as vampire food, or turns on the television and forgot he left something playing from the last time he, uh, beat the vegan meat alternative. (It’s not real meat if it’s a robot).

N is for No

Underage. He’s a man of taste, damn it, and anybody to suggest otherwise is hung from the gallows and fed to the soldiers.

O is for Oral

He only ever receives. If he had to give, it probably wouldn’t be very good because he’s either disinterested or lacking experience (have I ever said he’s never pleasured a woman?).

P is for Pace

He’s all for slow and sensual. Partly because it’s less energy on his part. And partly because he can draw out his partner’s discomfort with the situation.

Q is for Quickie

Sure, it’s an option. But it’s also a rarity because there’s not enough time to make a true spectacle of it. Not enough time to savor and enjoy something so animal.

R is for Risk

As much as he loves to fuck around and find out on the military and science side of things, he’s surprisingly risk averse. Refuses to do anything beyond brojobs with Doc and likewise stays in his very narrow lane for naughty material.

S is for Stamina

He’s a one and done. Also doesn’t want to oversaturate himself, surprisingly, so once a day is the limit (even if that may be a bit excessive). And duration is highly dependent. Doc gave that robot ween many, many settings.

T is for Toys

He is a toy, for one. And for two, he doesn’t have sex toys. Only those anime figurines. If he really needs something, he can bind some wrists with his tie.

U is for Unfair

Dude is incredibly unfair and his teasing is usually pretty mean. It never fails to get a rise when he really wants it to.

V is for Volume

Dude’s a stoic. Like, he’ll talk to a partner, sure, but beyond that he refuses to make any noise. You’re more likely to hear his inner mechanisms than hear him groan. Maybe a sigh here and there, but since he doesn’t have to breathe it’s a rarity.

W is for Wild Card

Totally organizes his figurines based on his favorite. Has like a MySpace Top 8 and regularly rearranges them based on how vivid his imagination gets.

X is for X-ray

Robot bits. And they’re fully customizable! Doc really outdid himself with that one. And then got like, 0 thanks. Rest in Pieces.

Y is for Yearning

Honestly hard to say. He’s a daily man, but it’s almost as much the routine as it is the drive to do it. So he’s like a 7/10 on the horny scale.

Z is for Zzz

He’ll go through his whole day without sleeping afterwards.

#hellsing meme #major montana max #hellsing doctor #nsft #i have awful taste #no offense to anybody who likes him but i had to #i did not take this seriously uwu #hellsing ultimate #mun rambles

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Ed Edd n Eddy (Assassin AU): The Newest Addition (Scrapped Writing)

No, I don't mean "scrapped" as in I'm no longer making a fan series of C2ndy2C1d's AU, this is just the original version of it and back when I decided on pure literature than comics. I just figured, may as well share it here, not just on Wattpad, for those who might've been interested in what the official "pilot" and original version would've been like. Y'know, back when I decided on the concept of "werebeasts" being included and all that, rather than save the living "assassin tools" for an ENTIRELY original series instead. There'll still be original characters involved, but as apprentices and new partners to SOME of the now-assassin cast: Nazz (Yami), the Eds (Cio), and Sarah and Jimmy (Claire).

If you want to read the two chapters, click "read more."

Chapter 1: Greater Team Quantity, Greater Team Quality?

I end the call with our higher ups and proceed into the "living room," if you will, of our hideout. I spot Ed and Eddy on the couch, the former playing his handheld console and the latter indifferently watching our TV set.

"Attention, please," I announce.

"In a minute, Sockhead," Eddy doesn't bother glancing my way, "it's gettin' to the good part."

"Sorry, Double D," Ed fiercely taps the gaming device's buttons, but with a thrilled smile, "I must save my fellow astronaut and wife-to-be, before all her bones are eaten by the evil marrow-sucker of Nebulon 5!"

Oh, for Heaven's sake... At the very least, they could simply feign an interest in what I have to say. Although, I've never understood why Eddy still calls me by that old nickname, given a fedora is less sock-like than the cap I'd wear in my youth. Old habits must truly die hard.

"Perhaps," I try again, "I should specify that I'm relaying a message from the organization itself? They wouldn't be quite happy if we chose to ignore them."

"Oh great..." Eddy turns off the television with the appropriate remote, "What do they want now?"

"It appears our scientists have completed a new invention of sorts," I explain, "which could result in easier job completions."

Eddy suddenly perks up with greater interest.

"'Easier job completions'?" He grins, "Like, 'easier cash'?!"

"Possibly..." I slightly shrug with a hand, before lowering it, "But whatever it may be and whatever it may accomplish, we're to head over and collect it."

"Then what're we waiting for?! Ed! Put your stupid game down already, Monobrow!" Eddy yanks Ed from the upholstery, "We've got an easy money-maker to get a hold of!"

Eddy drags Ed away.

"Can we stop for ice cream on the way?" Ed asks, never looking away from his device.

"Eddy, wait!" I chase after him, "It's about 'field testing,' more than anything...!"

Eddy can be quite difficult to follow when he runs at this eager speed, but I somehow manage. We head into the appropriate wooded area, where the large log sits beside its equally-sized rocks. Eddy zips inside, still dragging Ed behind himself, and I follow them into the faux tree remains. Eddy knocks on the fake moss patch within, and the panel underneath it moves downward and reveals the chip scanner. Eddy holds the back of his hand against the red sphere, before moving Ed's and mine there-- despite my protests of easily being able to do so myself. Now, I'm also being literally dragged along, by the wrist...

After our descent down the staircase, made visible with the opening of the log's bottom hatch, we arrive in our (literal) base of operations: the "Killer's Quarters," we dub it. Of course, this isn't the only hidden location for our assassins and other members to function within, it's merely the closest base to where we were... "stationed," if you will. Eddy finally stops in the lobby leading to the laboratory, and releases both Ed and myself. He repeatedly slams a fist onto the large, steel square that serves as the blocking entrance door to the lab's interior.

"Have you forgotten about the intercom?!" A female voice hisses from the small speaker.

I recognize the faint German accent and annoyed venom in that voice, and I fear we're already trying Sherubi's patience. Eddy presses the black button under the rectangular device.

"Yeah, yeah," he responds, "just give us this thing that's gonna make our jobs easier already!"

"Who exactly might this be, first?" Sherubi's voice shows signs of possible eye-rolling, "As if the unpleasant, loud shrieks of a familiar Dummkopf doesn't give me an idea already..."

"'Triple E,'" Eddy's eye-rolling is more obvious to me, "made up of Ed, Edd, n' Eddy...?" he furrows his brow, "And you're one to talk about 'unpleasantries' and junk! Unless, it's a 'takes one to know one' situation we're talking about here."

"Of course, I knew that had to be you just now... Miserable Backpfeifengesicht."

"Hey, you're the 'miserable back-pie-fee-'... Look, just quit your whining and get that new tool, or whatever it is, out here already! Boss' orders, y'know."

"Keep in mind, they made no additional 'orders' that prohibited your face from earning any actual assault on my part."

"Ooo, I'm so scared, someone get my mommy to save me from the big, bad Sherubi."

"Sorry, Eddy," Ed frowns, "no idea where she is."

Eddy and I stare at him for a moment. Bless dear Ed, he certainly tries his best. Eddy simply turns toward the intercom again.

"Look, I ain't asking again!" he demands.

"Fine, but you'd better be hiding behind your companions by the time I finally come out..." Sherubi hisses.

A few moments pass, and the door opens upward. Sherubi steps out with two things in hand: a scalpel in her right hand, and... Some type of small, humanistic being in her left arm?

Eddy furrows his brow, "You think I'm scared of that stupid little--"

Sherubi's thrown scalpel perfectly strikes his nose. Oh dear, now I'll need to heal his damaged part later... Yet, there's clearly something of greater interest here: I've never before seen a combination of, what I can only describe as, human and animal. It resembles an older child, possibly "tween-like" in that regard, but it's obviously no human offspring: I suppose Ed describes it best when excitedly proclaiming it a "little werewolf," despite the lack of coating fur or it having a human's face in place of a wolf's.

"No, she's not a 'werewolf,'" Sherubi corrects Ed, "but you are half right: we call them, 'werebeasts,' despite the lack of transformation capabilities. This particular one has been nicknamed, 'Claire,' but you're free to change the name if you'd prefer."

"A 'werebeast'?" I curiously repeat.

"Indeed," Sherubi explains, "they're living weapons that utilize human intelligence and ability, combined with the lethality and heightened senses you'd expect from the carnivorous predators of the wild. An assassin's perfect tool, and Claire here will be yours to use however fit."

Eddy finally pulls the scalpel from his nose.

"'Predator,' my foot!" he throws the tool onto the ground, "That twerp doesn't look like she could take out a mouse, so how's she gonna take out an actual target?!"

I'm afraid I feel skeptical, myself... I see there are capable nails on those paw-like hands and I'd imagine sharp teeth are hidden from view, but there's not much visible strength and promise to be seen.

"Hmph, I wouldn't be surprised if the concept of 'prototypes' escaped someone of your feeble mind," Sherubi frowns and glares at Eddy, "I'm certain they'd have told you these are a recent breakthrough, so of course they won't be at their prime just yet."

"But there's still gotta be some better ones in there," Eddy points to the lab, "right? So, how's about grabbing us a new one?" he lowers his hand and grins, "I'm thinking something bigger, with--"

"--Can't we keep her, Eddy, pretty please?!" Ed walks over on his knees, clasping his hands tightly in plea, "She is such a cute little werewolf! I promise to love her, and feed her, and take her for walks; oh, and I also promise to make sure she does not bite anyone and turn them into werewolves, to--"

Eddy smacks him aside, causing Ed to tumble away.

"Hey, 'cute' doesn't get cash!" Eddy crosses his arms, "Skill does, and nothing about that twerp screams it..."

"Well, tough luck then," Sherubi smirks, walking over to Ed, "because she's the one you three are getting, like it or not."

"Oh, boy!" Ed excitedly retrieves Claire from Sherubi, "Our very own werewolf!"

He crushes the poor thing in a tight hug that audibly cracks her bones. Claire's eyes widen and her tail's fur sticks on end, while her cheeks puff out and her face turns a slight blue.

"Ed, be careful!" I plead, "You're suffocating the poor thing!"

"Oh, don't worry," Sherubi smiles at me, "werebeasts were built to withstand this level of assault," she then frowns at Ed, "Although, you may want to ease up a little... I strongly advise against making your werebeast hate you."

Her words help Ed realize he's doing more harm than intended and he loosens his embrace. Claire immediately begins squirming in a desperate attempt to flee; but Ed's immense strength prevents that, despite how violently she causes his arms to shake. Oh, poor Ed... He seems so remorseful and saddened by the rejection. I also don't want Claire to be fearful toward any of us, if we'll be working together. Perhaps I could find some way to help? I whisper some useful tips, on how to come across less strongly, into Ed's ear. He smiles more hopefully and looks down at Claire.

"Aww, I am sorry," he says gently and soothingly, "Ed did not mean to hurt you, little one," he pats her head, ceasing her resistance and gaining her full attention, "he is only happy to meet you. I hope you can be happy to meet me, too..." he lifts her high enough to lie his head on hers.

Claire still seems a tad uneasy, but she's less eager to break free from Ed. I'm relieved I could patch the rocky start to their relationship, somewhat, but it'll be Ed's responsibility to leave a better impression on our new assistant. Personally, I don't like the thought of referring to something alive as a mere "tool" instead, given it undermines the idea of them being a living creature with their own brand of thoughts and feelings to consider.

"Well, I ain't happy about this!" Eddy snarls, before storming over to Sherubi, "Come on, there's gotta be a better 'werebeast,' or whatever, you can give us..."

"Like we'd give you three one of our better prototypes," Sherubi glowers at him, "considering how 'well' you've been doing your job, as of late. Don't worry, though," Sherubi pats Claire's head, "despite being the literal runt of the litter, she should be more than enough help for a trio that couldn't possibly do worse."

"But if you guys all want us to do better, why not give us one of those 'better prototypes,' right?" Eddy shrugs, "I mean, 'better means better,' don't it?"

"We'd prefer avoiding any losses of more decent 'blueprints' to build off of," Sherubi explains, "so we'll let the better assassins have the better prototypes," she smirks, "After all, 'better should mean better,' ja?"

"Yeah, and a smart mouth should mean a toothless one..." Eddy shakes a fist.

"I can stab you with worse than a scalpel, you know..." Sherubi pulls a throwing knife from her lab coat.

Oh dear, I best prevent worse injury to Eddy... I quickly hurry to Eddy and firmly, yet politely, pull him away.

"Well, we certainly appreciate the privilege of being considered," I nervously grin, "so thank you very much in that regard."

"Get off me, Sockhead!" Eddy shoves me off.

"Anyway," Sherubi puts her knife away, "here are some notes on werebeasts, before I get back to previous affairs."

I retrieve the stapled set of papers from her extended hand, giving them a quick glance-over. I hope she won't take offense, if I decide to take a few notes of my own. After all, personal examination proves the best learning method one can use.

"Well, love," Sherubi places a hand against Claire's face, "you're finally ready to go out there and see the world. Take care and make everyone back here proud."

When Sherubi turns to leave, Claire grabs her arm. She looks over her shoulder, frowning at the upset werebeast.

"SSS'errr'iii..." Claire winces as if speaking pains her.

"Now, now," Sherubi firmly, yet gently, removes her hand, "you're of more use to everyone outside the lab than in it. You need to go with them..."

Claire sorrowfully watches Sherubi depart back into the lab, the wolf ears on her head hanging limply and her eyes tearing up. Ed turns her around, before holding her up to his kindly smiling face.

"Aw, do not worry, little werewolf," he assures, "Ed will take good care of you."

"What's she so miserable for?" Eddy motions a thumb to Claire, "I'd be glad to finally get away from Ms. Hyde back there."

"Not everyone shares your sentiments about specific individuals, Eddy," I remind him.

We take our leave, with Ed consoling our newest addition about her newfound separation. Hopefully, this proves to be a change for the better, indeed. Not just for our own sake, but Claire's as well.

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Chapter 2: Familiarity Breeds Boredom (and Annoyance)

That lousy Sherubi... "We decided," my foot, you mean you decided! I bet Ms. Hyde just wanted to increase my chances of finally getting bumped off, by sticking me with the weakest "werebeast," or whatever, they had... Guess she's fine with Sockhead and Monobrow here also buying the farm, as long as I go down. Jerk... Well, if we already have the kid, might as well put her to work.

I head over to the "Bounty Board": it's where they hang up all the ugly mugs that we can hunt for a buck-- but keep your mitts off those higher bounties, I saw 'em first! I find a good one that's at least eight figures, so all I gotta do is tell the boys we're going hunting again. Or, we would, if Sockhead didn't decide to make a big deal out of it!

"What D'ya mean: 'later'?!" I point at the paper I'm holding, "It probably won't be here 'later'!"

"Eddy, we've just now received Claire," Double D tries explaining, "We don't know how well-prepared she is to handle a mission, just yet-- especially one of a higher reward. You know higher bounties mean higher difficulty..."

"So?" I ask, "She was literally built for this stuff!"

"Even machines need test runs, before they're ready for any matter of job, Eddy," Double D keeps at it, "It's all about ensuring there are no kinks nor other issues that could lead to trouble."

"Oh, come on," I shrug, "if it's 'test running' or practice, or whatever she needs, there ain't nothing like the real deal!"

"Eddy..." Double D holds onto his hips.

Great, I hate when Sockhead gets like this... Why can't he just go along with whatever I say, like Ed does? I'm supposed to be the leader here, for crying out loud! Well, looks like I've got two choices: either I just go ahead with what he wants already, or wait until I can't stand him whining anymore and just go along with it to finally shut him up. What I'm saying is, there's no winning with this guy... I guess I also wouldn't want to give Ms. Hyde the satisfaction of finally killing me off, so it'd help to make sure the kid can actually fight and stuff.

"Fine..." I roll my eyes, "We can wait until the kid's ready, or whatever..."

"And with an easier starting target..." Double D crosses his arms.

I wince, while putting the poster back. Goodbye, cash mountain... I swear, this twerp better be worth giving that kinda moolah up for now.

"You better help us get, like, three times this much when we're done!" I warn her.

She winces and shrinks in Ed's arms, looking like I hit her instead.

"Eddy!" Double D moves me away. He turns to the kid and pats her head, "Never you mind him, I'm sure we'll all learn to get along just fine."

"Yeah, and it starts by making up for that lost cash," I remind 'em.

What's with that harsh look from Sockhead? It's his own fault I'm not exactly happy right now... So, we leave the KQ and head back to our place. I'm sitting on the front steps, with my nose finally patched up, and watching Ed do whatever with the kid: right now, he's making her do tricks-- and doing them with her. He's standing on his hands and knees, and the kid's standing on all fours like an actual animal: on her feet and those paws she's got for hands.

"Roll over, like this!" Ed tells her.

He laughs to himself and rolls away, before he stops and lies on the ground. The kid copies him and stops in front of him.

"Good werewolf!" Ed pats her head and gets a tail wag out of her, "Okay, now sit!"

Lumpy sits up like a dog, even with his hands raised up on either side of him. The kid copies that, too.

"Good job!" Ed grins, while he pulls out some buttered toast from his shirt pocket, "Here, a treat for obeying."

After he throws it, the kid catches it in her paws and sniffs it. I wouldn't eat it, 'cause who knows how long Lumpy's had it in there? If it ain't mold to be worried about, it's the fact there's gotta be at least three diseases sitting inside that thing. Forget washing his clothes, Ed barely even washes himself... Well, looks like werebeasts don't get poisoned easily, since that kid's eating the toast just fine. She doesn't even gag, even though that butter has to be all spoiled by now.

"Do you like buttered toast, too, little one?" Ed asks.

The kid nods, but still keeps that nonchalant look on her face. Jeez, it's almost like she can't feel anything beyond: "crybaby sadness" and "big baby terror"...

"Come on," Ed turns away, "let's go have some more fun!"

The kid follows Ed, while they both stay on all fours. Come to think of it, what's Double D even need those notes for? Monobrow here's even more of an animal than the kid-- especially when he smells worse --so we've basically been trained to take care of werebeasts our whole lives! Of course, I can count on Sockhead to whine and moan about still needing to "properly research," or whatever... It's bad enough I had to wait till he finished reading those scientists' notes on werebeasts, but he's really gotta make his own, too?

"Very interesting..." Double D writes on his notepad, while he watches Ed and the kid howl together, "It appears the animalistic side goes beyond simple anatomical modifications to the human body," he chuckles, "It's like a child adorably at play," he frowns, "save for actually being able to tear one's throat out..."

"So, you're basically saying the kid that's part animal acts like an animal?" I ask, "Gee, I never would've guessed!"

"I know it sounds obvious, Eddy," Double D sighs and looks at me, "but you mustn't assume someone's entire nature by appearance alone. We should learn how closely she actually behaves to an animal, in order to avoid insulting her intelligence or simply being... creepy, to put it mildly."

"I say, just treat her like we do Ed, just with a few more newspaper smacks," I motion a thumb to them, "I mean, can you really tell 'em apart?"

"Dig a hole," Ed does, "dig a hole, dig a hole!"

The kid's helping him on his right, while they're sending dirt flying everywhere behind them. Well, looks like getting rid of bodies might be a whole lot easier now, if they can make a hole that big and that fast. Hey wait, they're messing up our base!

"Hey, you idiots," I yell, "cut it out! You two better fill that up, 'cause if I end up falling down that thing...!"

Ed stops and looks at me, while the kid hides under him like a scared cat.

"Listen to Eddy, please!" Double D adds, "Let's not engage in destruction of our own property, nor do anything that involves coating ourselves in needless filth. Why, just imagine the mess awaiting our base's interior, if you two decide to track all of that dirt and mud inside."

"Oh no, not dirt and mud..." I roll my eyes, "That's worse than the blood and other things we sometimes bring back here..."

"There's nothing wrong with avoiding messes when possible, Eddy," Double D frowns at me.

"Anyway," I say, "when can we start getting to work? I agreed to let ya train that kid first, but all we've been doing is screwing around, 'taking notes' and stuff..."

"Eddy, you need to understand how something works, before you can use it," Double D sighs, "Or, train, in this case."

"Well, hurry up already!" I glare at him, "While we're sitting around here, everyone's taking all the good bounties back at the KQ!"

"Alright," Double D sighs and stands up, "I think we've learned enough to avoid any issues." He walks over to Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb, "Ed, Let's begin preparing her, shall we? First, we should practice combat in closer proximity," he pulls the kid and makes her stand up, before holding one of her paws, "It does seem like the fighting method you'd excel most at, given the sharpness of those teeth and nails, so it may prove the easiest starting point."

Later, I'm still sitting on the steps and watching my pals train that kid: Ed's all dressed up in one of those tough suits police use to train dogs, while Double D's telling the kid to show off what she can do. This oughta be good...

"Alright, Claire," Double D holds the kid's shoulders from behind, "sometimes a target will be wearing a matter of armor, such as bulletproof vests," he points at Ed, before lowering his finger, "When that's the situation at hand, it's important to find some manner of bypassing it, and you'll be assisting us in rendering them more vulnerable," he lightly pushes her forward, "Now, try to get through Ed's padding, but be careful not to actually harm him. Consider it an additional test of restraint."

"Wooooo," Ed towers over the kid and wiggles his fingers, "I am a big, scary target! You will never defeat me, puny assassins of no hope!" he leans down to the kid and whispers, "Do not worry, little one, it is only me," he stands up again, "Come forth and do your worst, plus infinity and one!"

The kid just frowns at him all sad-like, while those ears on her head flop down. Then, she looks back at Sockhead to protest with those eyes of hers. Great, nice "tools" you guys made, Sherubi: when they're not too scared to fight, they probably wouldn't end up doing much damage anyway. At least the kid probably wouldn't, when she looks like she came from some middle school classroom than a secret organization's lab...

"It's okay," Double D smiles at her, "precautions have been taken to ensure no one's actually harmed, and Ed understands there's no ill intention on your part."

"Do not worry, little werewolf," Ed grins, "Eddy likes to beat me a lot, but it does not mean that I do not like him."

"Only when you're being an idiot, Lumpy..." I groan.

The kid looks like she's psyching herself up: she's breathing in and closing her eyes. After she opens 'em, she growls and pounces. She actually manages to knock Monobrow onto the ground and slide them both across it. Huh, maybe she's not so weak after all. She digs and tears into the padding, sending shreds everywhere.

"O-Oh dear," Double D runs to them, "Claire, that's enough...!"

"Get her off, get her off!" Ed waves his arms and legs around.

Eh, I ain't too worried about Lumpy, he's been through way worse than that. I'm just glad the kid might not be so useless after all. Say, if she can make quick work of someone like that, maybe she doesn't need all this training! ... Hey, wait a minute, that means I gave up that giant bounty for nothing!!! That's it, if we do more training in the future, Sockhead's gonna be the one used for target practice...

"Okay, that's enough!" I call over to them.

They all look at me from where they are: Ed's still on the ground, Double D's standing over him, and the kid's held in Double D's arms.

"Look," I go on, "it's clear that kid's gonna do fine on the field, so let's go grab ourselves a target!"

"But Eddy," Double D argues, "we've only practiced close combat, thus far-- and even then, it's only slightly better than a trained attack dog."

"Seems like she'll do fine to me!" I tell him, "Now, quit whining and let's get back to the Bounty Board!" I point to where the KQ is up ahead.

After we enter the log and all that, we make our way back to that wonderful wall of cash opportunities. Of course, the target I wanted is gone-- thanks a lot, Sockhead --but you never make it anywhere by whining all day, so it's time to find ourselves a new cash cow to bring to the slaughter.

"Alright, kid, listen up..." I look at her.

She's riding on Lumpy's back, by hanging from his shoulders and looking over them. She returns the gaze with that usual nonchalant face.

"Now, ya see this?" I grab her chin, and point both her face and my finger at the board, "This's our secret to getting rich: the higher the number after that dollar sign, the higher the cash stacks we'll get from the 'Golden Goose' over there," I turn us toward that glorious, golden and bird-shaped stand behind us, "Our goal's to get as much of those fat stacks as possible," I let go of her, "so make that a reality and we'll get along just fine," I realize something and frown, "... Hey, you can read, right?"

She nods. I smile again and tell her to scan the board, while the rest of us do the same.

"Whoa, what the heck are you?!"

Hey, wait a minute... I know that voice! Sure enough, we see Jonny 2x4 standing there, with that annoying splinter in my side: Plank. Of course, that idiot just had to go and freak the kid out! While watching 2x4 finish his outburst, she jumps off Ed, probably to get away from that bald pain, and crashes right into me! Jeez, if she wasn't such a literal lightweight, that fall to the floor might've killed me by cracking my skull open! Lucky me, I just get stuck with a concussion instead... I'm real ticked off about it, so I grab that twerp, chuck her into Ed's arms and storm over to the jerk that caused this to happen.

"What D'ya want, Jonny?!" I glare at him, "Don't you have better things to do than be a real pain in the--?!"

"--Hey, if those parts are real," Jonny pulls on the kid's right ear and tail, making her wince, "then what kind of animal are you supposed to be? How'd you become like that, anyway?"

"Jonny, please..." Double D pulls his hands off the kid and stands in between them, "Can't you see you're frightening and hurting the poor thing? Let's not forget potentially causing yourself to be harmed via provocation. You really must learn to be more mindful toward others..."

The kid's now hiding her face in Ed's chest, like the big baby she is. For crying out loud, what the heck happens when she has to deal with a real injury during a job, like being stabbed or shot? That should be fun...

"There, there, little one," Ed pats her head, "It is only Jonny."

"Or, 'Dynamino,' if you prefer code names!" Jonny holds his hand out, "Nice to meetcha!" He points his other one at the wooden board on his chest, "And this here is, 'Plank'! What's that, buddy...?" Jonny frowns at him for a second, before smiling at the kid again, "He says: just make sure you don't give him any fleas, 'cause he already has termites to worry about."

The kid doesn't turn away from Ed, just turning her head slightly to look back at Jonny. He grins wider, and opens and closes his offered hand a few times.

"Come on, don't leave me hanging here!" He tells her.

For crying out loud, it's a handshake, 2x4... The kid slowly reaches her own hand out and finally holds onto Jonny's. He shakes her hand and arm at a fast pace, before he stops and starts squeezing her hand, like a stress ball. Surprisingly, the kid's cool with it and decides to finally chill out.

"Wow, you've got squishy paws, too?" Jonny smiles down at the one he's holding, before looking back up at her, "No really, what are ya?"

"Well," Double D tells him, "Claire is something known as a 'werebeast': they assist assassins through a combined effort of humanistic and animalistic abilities."

"And they are so cute and cuddly," Ed hugs the kid, "See, little one? Ed knows not to hold too tight now."

"Say, I heard they were making a new thing to help us," Jonny finally takes his hand back, "is that what they were talking about?"

"Sure is," I step in front of him, "So, how about you let her do that job of 'helping assassins,' by buzzing off?" I wave him off, before lowering my hand, "I'm sure there's some building or something waiting to be blown up..."

"What's that, buddy...?" Jonny listens to Plank, before looking up at me, "Plank says: 'Maybe we should use you to take people and things out instead, Eddy, since you're easier to set off than our explosives. Excuse us for existing and acting curious over something that's so common, like animal people.'"

"Don't get smart with me, Termite Chow," I lean into that board's face and press a finger against him, "I got a headache, in both senses of the word, 'cause of you two just now!"

"Plank says," Jonny keeps sharing that jerk's thoughts, "'Always happy to give you worse than that, Eddy. Too bad we can't be annoying enough, so you'd get just half the taste of what dealing with some no-neck, short-stacked chump is like. Maybe then, you'd learn to stop giving everyone such a hard time.'"

I'm going to turn this hunk of wood into mulch, and then I'm turning that mulch into sawdust. I don't know what I'll do with that stupid sawdust, but I'll think of something even worse to put him through after it!

"Hey, Jonny," I grit my teeth and clench my fists, while I stare Plank down, "maybe you can go ask the scientists for your own werebeast? I'm thinking a nice beaver one!"

"Err, Eddy...!" Double D suddenly holds a poster in front of my face, "I-I think I've found a suitable target for us...!"

I snatch it from him and look it over: it's got the face of some lady and a pretty good amount under it. Besides, I don't feel like staying here to be annoyed by 2x4 and his lousy partner in crime, or doing any arguing with Sockhead over other targets being "too difficult" for a first timer.

"Alright," I look up from the poster, "Come on, boys, we're heading out," I lead them away from the board and those two pains, before I look toward the kid, "Time to show us what you can do, Shortstuff..."

I swear, kid, you better be worth getting stuck with...

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