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ambertrulife · 3 months

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Frist meeting - Hazbin Hotel AU

Hey ! I'm back again ! Little story I write ! Take place after this story !

Don't hesitate to correct me and told me if you appreciate it !

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"Oh, and you're not forgetting what we said about meals, Dad?" asked Charlie, eyebrows furrowed in an almost motherly expression.

"Yes, yes, sweety!" her father replied, waving his hand in front of him, as if to shake off the worry. "You know, I took care of Keekee before you! I remember how to take care of an animal!"

Charlie seemed to hesitate for a few moments, then smiled tenderly at Lucifer, who returned the expression.

"Okay, Dad." she said, taking him in her arms "It's just that it's been a long time since I've gone without her. I'm a little worried, that's all."

Lucifer stroked his daughter's hair and placed a kiss on her scalp. Vaggie watched the scene softly before glancing at her watch.

"Baby." she finally says, "We're going to be late if we don't leave now."

"Yes, sorry!" his girlfriend exclaimed, breaking away from her father and resting those eyes on Alastor. "I'm counting on you to run the hotel in my absence!"

"Of course, dear." said the radio demon, both hands on his microphone. "I can totally administer this place for the duration of your weekend."

Vaggie gave him a knowing look, far from convinced, before looking around. Husk, leaning against the bar, was drinking cheap hooch. Niffty, not far away, was working on an almost invisible task with the strength of an elephant. Alastor stood in the center of the entrance hall, his smile as uninviting as ever. Lucifer stood next to his daughter, towards the front door, and finally, the last person in the hotel that day sat on the sofas opposite the bar.

Adam glanced at her sideways and, with a grimace on his face, gave her the finger before returning to his original occupation, which was knitting. Charlie had told Adam that to begin his redemption, he must first learn to calm down. Knitting was an art of patience and repetition which, moreover, allowed to create things for others. It had seemed to the princess of the underworld that this was the perfect first task to begin with!

"We'll be back in two days," Charlie continued as she repeated this information once more. Lucifer smiled fondly at his daughter, while the others rolled their eyes. "No fights, no parties, no prostitutes," she clarified with a knowing glance at Adam, who growled, "No murders! Just..."

"To defend the hotel", said Lucifer and Alastor at the same time. This startled the two concerned, who glanced at each other hatefully. Charlie look worriedly at Vaggie, who gave her a tired but encouraging smile: they didn't like each other, but they'd stick together. This relieved the princess of the underworld, who turned back to the others.

"Don't make a mess," she finally said. She placed a kiss on her father's cheek and waved goodbye. Vaggie opened the door and, with one last gesture and one last word, they left the hotel.

There was silence for a few moments before Lucifer said:

"Good! Charlie now gone, I'm off to my quarters!" He readjusted his hat and, with a gesture, was about to create a portal.

"Of course," growled Adam, "Mister Depressive is going to lock himself in his pad to cry all the tears of his body because his little fucking daughter didn't want him to go with her."

Lucifer took a deep breath and turned slowly towards the former angel.

"Can you remind me why this jerk is here again?" he asked, looking at Husk. The latter sighed.

"Everyone's entitled to redemption, old chap." replied this one, taking another sip of his hooch. "Charlie's Will."

"Ah yes, that's right." sighed the King of the Underworld.

One morning, Adam arrived at the hotel ready to kill them. He had much the same physical appearance: an obese man with black hair and golden eyes. But his wings were gaunt and bare, as if they'd been eaten and spat out. On his head, two ebony-black goat's horns had sprouted, the base covered in red. His skin, once Caucasian, had taken on a sickly grayish-green hue. His teeth, once normal, resembled those of a shark.

He'd arrived all powerful, as if his angelic strength had transferred to demonic energy. However, this was only a feint. He was certainly powerful, matching the might of an Overlord even if he had no contract, but far less so than Husk, Charlie, Alastor or Lucifer himself. He had woken up in the moors around the city of the pentagram. He realized that his soul had been transformed into a sinner. Completely disoriented, he told himself that if he could bring to the angels the heads of those who had questioned the Big Guy's authority, then he'd be back in heaven. So he stormed into the hotel, ready to take his revenge. He was quickly overpowered.

Before Alastor granted him the tortures he gave to the souls who bothered him, Charlie had stepped in and, with great reluctance, offered to help Adam regain paradise. The First Man on Earth then collapsed into the arms of his former enemy, mourning the loss of his old life and the hope of regaining it.

From that day on, Adam never left the hotel. Most of the time, he kept to himself. During the exercises, he was bad-tempered and impulsive. Charlie had decided to teach him to calm down first, before resuming lessons. That's why he'd started knitting. She had also instructed him to always be surrounded by others and not to be alone. So he decided to stay near the bar, with Husk, who was the only one content to ignore him.

Lucifer looked at his former brother, one eyebrow raised, as Adam continued to stare and knit whatever it was he was doing. A sock, perhaps?

"So, dickhead," began the King, "it wasn't Charlie who didn't want me to come, it was me who decided not to go to this meeting. It was the sinners who demanded my daughter's presence. Going with her would only discredit her. Besides, I don't think people who potentially want access to redemption would be reassured by the Devil's presence."

"Yeah" chuckled Adam "Excuse, excuse. It's mostly that you're a pansy who doesn't want to get politically involved in the affairs of his people. No wonder the Underworld sucks, with a fucker like you running it."

"Surely you're a much better example!" said Lucifer, stepping forward with a dancing step "Look at you, Original Man, founder of the Human species, inhabitant of Eden and leader of the Exterminators, now sitting in the living room of these enemies knitting ..." he paused, leaning in front of the new sinner, as he looked at the object he was creating "A condom?"

"It's a glove, asshole!" cried Adam. He tried to hide his creation behind his arm.

"There are no fingers," remarked the angel.

"... a mittens," corrected the man.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. Husk merely smiled and took another sip. Niffty cocked his head to one side, clearly intrigued, while Alastor, with his most mocking smile, looked at him with disdain.

"You forgot a stitch," the King of the Underworld finally said with a smug grin, before walking away towards the stairs. Adam grunted and began to grumble as he realized that Lucifer was right.

Suddenly, knocking sounded at the door. Alastor's ears perked up at the sound as the rest of the residents glanced towards the huge doors. The radio demon frowned: they hadn't expected anyone to come. Since they'd renovated the hotel, no one had shown up.

"Well then, bellboy?" he heard coming from Lucifer "Are you going to open up?"

When the sinner glanced at the King, he wore his usual relaxed, defiant expression.

"Indeed," he said solemnly, "as manager of this hotel, it's my duty to welcome new arrivals. It's always more rewarding to come face-to-face with a lord than with beggars."

Alastor made his way to the entrance, while the devil's burning gaze rested on his back. He arrived at the doors and elegantly opened them wide.

"Hel-" he began before cutting himself off, surprised.

He expected to see someone of normal stature. Ordinary sinners measured the average height of the living, although of course there were exceptions. Most of the time, souls with a larger build had an animal, bestial appearance.

The man standing in front of him was tall. He couldn't see his face from where he stood, as it was hidden by the top of the door, 7 feet above the ground. He was human-shaped, with a rather slim build, if not for his proportions. He was dressed in a dazzling white suit, with touches of exquisite light blue, as if they were pieces of sky. No skin was visible, as the man wore golden gloves. Around his wrists, interlaced gold rings, as if encompassing a sphere, moved on their own. Eyes seemed to form and close randomly on the metal part.

"-lo." finished Alastor.

"Oh sorry!" exclaimed a deep male voice, loud and cheerful. "I've made myself as small as possible, but it seems I'm still too big!"

The demon frowned at this sentence. What did he mean by small as possible ? Only powerful sinners had the ability to change size. He knew everyone who fell into that category. But he regained his composure.

"Don't worry! The interior is more spacious!" he said, in his most welcoming radio voice. "And don't worry, I may be the radio demon, but I have no intention of harming you."

Although his tone was jovial, there was an underlying threat. Everyone knew the power of the Overlord. He was feared by all sinners, new and old alike. Especially since the end of the extermination.

A thunderous laugh sounded in his ears, pure and divine. A laugh he'd heard only once before, on the night of the hotel's inauguration, coming from an angelic person.

"So don't worry, my noble friend!" replied the man "I feel in no way threatened! May I come in?"

The demon was shocked by his earlier realization but, without letting on, he kindly stepped back from the opening.

"Please," he said.

So the man stooped and thrust his huge frame into the hall. Silence accompanied his arrival as Husk, Niffty and Adam stared at the newcomer, dumbfounded.

"What the fuck" exclaimed Adam at last, "Why does this jerk look just like me?!"

Indeed, the newcomer had the same features as the First Man. Same handsome face, same black hair, same golden eyes, although his skin was bluish rather than grayish-green. The difference lay in the way he present. Adam wore a goatee and was unshaven. The man's skin was smooth, as if no hair growth was possible. The fallen man's hair was messy and untidy. The stranger's was sleek, in a very '30s chic style.

A generous, benevolent smile was on the guest's face as he peered into the hall with curious, innocent eyes.

"Oh, truly, grandios !" he exclaimed enthusiastically, gesturing wildly with his hands "How ticklish and colorful! You've really understood the spirit of redemption! It's enchanting!"

He took a few steps forward and quickly arrived at the center of the room, his eyes raised to the ceiling. He placed a finger on his chin.

"Hmm, too bad this one's white," he says, "I'd have imagined a fresco or something. A ceiling like that is boring! Whereas a beautiful fresco detailing history... Now that's nice!"

"Are you an interior decorator?" asked Husk, empty hooch bottle in hand.

The man's laughter echoed through the hall.

"No, but let's just say I dictated a few guidelines to those who built my buildings," he replied, clasping those hands together in front of him in a relatively pious pose.

"A builder, eh?" growled Husk "Can I get you a drink?"

"With great pleasure," agreed the stranger.

"What will it be?" asked the cat demon.

"Red wine, please."

Husk raised an eyebrow, then his shoulders. He began to search the bar for something to answer the guest's request.

Alastor had come up slowly behind the newcomer. He watched him attentively. He felt his body tense at the man's presence. His muscles tensed with anger and helplessness. His mind was tortured by contradictory thoughts, wrestling with each other like scavengers over a corpse. He wanted to flee while wanting to fight, to disappear while provoking, to kneel while dominating.

He was sure the man was an angel, and not just any angel. A truly powerful being. Yet Adam didn't recognize him. So high an authority that even the First Man on Earth would never have met in person.

"Hey, asshole!" shouted Adam at the newcomer.

The latter turned gracefully towards his interlocutor. The new sinner was still seated on the sofas, pointing one of his knitting needles at the stranger.

"Yes?" he asked, in a gentle tone.

"You didn't answer my question!" retorted Adam "Why does your cake face look so much like me?! Don't you know that face is copyrighted?!"

The giant still had a smile on his face, but his gaze had become much less benevolent. It was neutral, as if the man were looking at a painting or a work of art that he hardly inspired. Alastor felt a surge of pressure almost imperceptible to the average sinner. The kind that accompanies a powerful blow. This disappeared immediately when the unthinkable happened.

With a protective gesture, Lucifer stood between the stranger and Adam. His arm was outstretched backwards, as if ordering Adam not to move. The angel's face was closed, ready for battle, but Alastor made no mistake. Lucifer was terrified.

"What are you doing here?" asked the King of the Underworld.

As soon as he appeared, the man lost his neutrality, his eyes lighting up with thousands of tiny glimmers.

"Oh, Lucifer!" he murmured softly "My beautiful morning star! What's happened to you? Where are your beautiful eyes?"

He tried to take a step forward, but was stopped by a demonic fireball that came crashing down in front of him.

"What are you fucking doing here?" the angel repeated menacingly.

The giant looked down at his feet, where the flames of hell were dancing. He extinguished them by stepping on them.

"You've always been so rude," he sighed, "Humans have taken a lot of the words you've invented, you know? When I look at Earth, it saddens me to see so many people swearing."

"They're free to do what they want," Lucifer growled.

The stranger's gaze turned hard.

"Whose fault is it?" he replied.

A tense silence settled over the room. Alastor watched the exchange with interest. Husk, now wary, had left the wine glass on the bar and moved towards Niffty, to restrain her. The latter, almost hysterical, was desperate to clean the floor at the giant's feet. The former Overlord knew this was a bad idea. Adam, puzzled behind Lucifer, was torn between anger at being treated like a child and the need to feel protected.

The man sighed at last.

"I came to see Charlie," he said finally.

Lucifer tensed and his face tightened into a protective mask.

"You'll stay away from her," he threatened, his voice hissing like a snake.

"I just want to talk," continued the stranger in a gentle tone.

"You'll never see her, do you hear me?" cried the King of the Underworld.

"We need to talk about his redemption project," continued the giant, but in a more irritated voice.

"I forbid you to even lay eyes on her!" screamed the angel, his voice beginning to split.

"In itself, it's not a bad idea," declared the stranger in a tone that showed he was beginning to lose patience.

"Now get the hell out of my kingdom!" exploded Lucifer, in a terrifying voice that sent shivers down the spine of most of the room's residents.

"And who's going to make me leave?" retorted the man, without raising his voice but clearly dangerous.

Suddenly, a black tentacle emerged from where Lucifer's flames had been. The giant took a step back. He turned his attention to Alastor, whose menacing smile and eyes began to transform.

"Me, my good sir." he said with the saturation in his voice very much present. "As manager of the hotel, it's my duty to protect it from disruptive elements. You have not come to repent. You are therefore invited to leave."

The stranger raised an eyebrow and Alastor prepared to attack. What happened next lasted only a millisecond. Without knowing where it was coming from, the Overlord received some liquid on his face. It was sticky. He quickly wiped it off and looked at his hand. It was golden blood. When he looked up, Lucifer was standing there with his back to the man, his face contracted in pain. His pupils were filled with panic as he looked everywhere at Alastor, but especially at the places he couldn't protect with his body. He looked relieved when he finally noticed that the demon was all right. He closed his eyes, took a few breaths and, wiping the blood from his mouth with his finger, turned his head towards the man in the center of the room. The latter clearly had a look of disapproval on his face.

"You've fallen far, Luci." he said, disappointment in his voice. "But still, your daughter doesn't seem to be here. As a result, I'm going to leave."

He sighed before continuing:

"However, let's be clear. This may be your kingdom, but it's my world. I go and do as I please."

"That you say, Omnes." whispered Lucifer defiantly, in a voice so weak that only Alastor perceived it. "We both know it's not that simple."

The designated Omnes looked at him, his face closed and his golden eyes burning with a glow that not even hatred could describe. It seemed he had heard too. Alastor watched, still in shock, as the being began to glow.

"Close your eyes!" shouted Lucifer, turning quickly to the radio demon and covering his pupils with his hands.

An immense noise rang out and, even with the protection afforded by the King of the Underworld, Alastor's vision filled with white. It was brief, but he felt as if his retina had burned away and his color vision had disappeared, leaving only this pearly hue. It took a moment for his eyes to come to their senses and remember that black existed. At last, he heard other sounds, groans and grunts from the other occupants of the room. Finally, slowly, the colors returned as Lucifer removed his hands from over his pupils. The King was still watching him intently, looking for signs of injury. He finished his diagnosis with a positive nod before turning to the other people in the room.

"Is everyone okay?" he asked.

"What the hell happened?!" growled Adam "Who the fuck was that?!"

"We're fine," said Husk, who let go of Niffty. Niffty dashed across the stain of flames and destroyed ground to start tidying up. Her movements were erratic, as usual, but her expression more stressed and terrified.

Lucifer sighed with relief.

"Well, great." he let go "On the other hand, no one's talking to anyone about what's just happened. Is that clear? Especially not Charlie."

"Lucifer, seriously, man." said Adam, his gaze landing on the angel "What the fuck just happened?"

"You've just seen an angel," replied the King of the Underworld.

"Bullshit !" exclaimed the First Man "I've crossed thousands of angels and they don't look like that!"

"He wasn't just anyone," Lucifer continued. "He's one of the high rulers. So high he doesn't even reside in heaven. Sera herself has never seen his face."

Adam seemed even more terrified than before. He couldn't get a coherent sentence out. He placed his hands on his head and leaned forward in deep despair. Husk approached the angel.

"So we don't tell anyone," he said, still trembling. Lucifer's hand came to rest on his shoulder.

"It'll be our little secret!" exclaimed the latter, in a jovial tone.

"Your wound is going to be hard to hide, though," declared the cat demon.

Alastor had not taken his eyes off the enormous golden mark on Lucifer's back. It ran right through him, deep, oozing blood that dripped onto his white suit. The King's expression froze into a stupid grin as, already, Niffty came to wash the ground beneath his feet. He started to sweat when he saw Husk's concerned look, and even Adam's.

"It's nothing!" he cried as he took a few confident steps forward. "I'm an angel, too! I heal fast! She'll be gone by the time Charlie gets back!"

Then he planted himself, pulling on his jacket, his smile confident.

"Still, with that out of the way, I'll retire to my quarters! See you all later!"

Without Husk being able to protest, he teleported away and disappeared from the hall. The cat demon sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. He needed a drink.

"Hey, Alastor," he asked, turning to his master, "what do you think of all ..."

He didn't finish his sentence. The radio demon was gone, too.

Lucifer groaned once more in his bathroom. He cursed himself for not interfering head-on. It would have been easier to stitch himself up. He was naked in front of his mirror as he desperately tried to use an angelic iron needle to stitch himself up. If the situation were normal, he could have summoned little ones to do the delicate work. But there was nothing ordinary about what had happened.

He hadn't lied. He would heal. However, it would take much longer than he wanted. Omnes' blow would have been fatal for any sinner, Overlord or not. It would have mortally wounded one of the other six deadly sins. But for him, the lesion was like a deep wound: harmless, but he need to be taken care of.

He had taken a good shower to cleanse the blood. It had finally run its course, leaving Lucifer to expel the angelic magic from the lesion. This had exhausted him, so much so that he didn't feel like using any more energy. He did, however, have to stitch up the wound. If he didn't, it would heal into a huge gash on his pearly skin. He didn't want that. The bastard had already hurt him enough.

He took a breath and looked at his face in the mirror. He looked terrible. Fatigue was evident in every feature and his eyes were swollen with sleep. The dark circles under his eyelids were dark. But he had no choice. He had to summon a mini-him to do the job. He was about to start closing his eyes to concentrate when he saw movement in the mirror. He turned and gasped when he saw Alastor in front of him. The radio demon's eyes were dark and his smile, always present, was less marked than usual. He wasn't even showing his teeth.

"Oh fuck, shit!" exclaimed Lucifer, putting a towel over his privates. "What the hell are you doing here?"

His only response was silence. Alastor reached for his shoulder and turned him violently so that his back was to him. The King of the Underworld was so exhausted and surprised that he didn't protest immediately. He was about to start yelling at him when he felt fingers brush his hand. He stopped and looked to his right. The demon was gently trying to take the needle from him. Lucifer didn't struggle and let the Overlord retrieve the object. With a sure hand, the demon sat Lucifer down on a stool he had just conjured up. Without waiting for authorization, he began work, starting at the top of his right shoulder and suturing the scar.

The angel wondered how Alastor had learned these techniques and remembered that he was a cannibalistic serial killer. He must have learned on the job. A silence fell between them as Lucifer let the demon stitch his back. The King of the Underworld found himself nodding. Tiredness was gaining ground and this moment of peace was relaxing. From time to time, he felt Alastor tapping his head to wake him up. He groaned each time, but tried to stay awake. He couldn't believe that his enemy was reminding him not to let his guard down.

"I didn't feel it coming," the demon's radio voice finally said.

Lucifer didn't reply, his eyes lost in nothingness.

"When he wanted to attack Adam," continued the Overlord, "he began to concentrate his energy. I felt it."

"Adam's not just any guy," said the angel, "that old fart thought it took a lot of energy to kill him."

"That's not the case," says Alastor calmly.

"Nope!" sneered Lucifer "But despite what he thinks, he's not omniscient!"

"He didn't even have to charge his energy for me." The King of the Underworld felt the demon's fingers tighten on his skin.

The angel reflected. He knew Alastor's ego. They'd been rubbing shoulders, or rather hating each other, for some time now, and Lucifer had begun to understand his character. He could have made fun of him, got him out of his depth. That would have been fun. But still, the demon was helping him. This was no time to humiliate him.

"That's not just any guy." he repeated, now to point to another person. "Frankly, if he'd wanted to kill us, we'd all be dead."

"Even you?" asked Alastor as he tackled the last stitch.

"Specifically me." he replied.

New silence. Once the job was done, the demon wiped the angel's back with a towel.

"What's his name again?" he began "Om-"

He didn't have time to finish before Lucifer placed a hand over his mouth, panic evident on his face.

"Don't say his name in my presence," the angel warned him. "You can say it in any room of this hotel or Hell, but above all, don't let me be there. As a precaution, don't say it in Adam's presence either."

Alastor took Lucifer's hand away from his mouth, his smile confused and his gaze puzzled.

"Why? Will it invoke him?" he said with a small drop of mockery. The King of the Underworld's eyes showed him that this was no joke.

"Using his real name with him creations makes a connection with him. If you want to die, don't hesitate."

The demon frowned.

"Him creations?" he whispered, confused. Then suddenly he realized. The shock made his eyes widen and the needle fall from his hands.

He created man in his own image.

"Well?" asked Lucifer, an uncertain smile on his lips and a scared look in his eyes "Your first impression of God?"

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel niffty #little twist in the end #but not really #one shot #link between story #AU connect I suppose #radioapple #A little #not really

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vixthefantheorist · 1 year

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I'm Sorry, what? Timeloop/Time reset theory?

Fuck if I know. It's a lot more of thought than theory I guess. I do apologize for it being a bit messy.

But, we're all here for this little thing that happened today, on April 25, 2023 (wow IRIS right on my boyfriend's birthday, nice~)

WHO in their right mind (had they survived the slaughterhouse that was the IRIS facility) would just go 'You know what? I survived! I'll just tweet something out!' (Goddamnit Anti, what the FUCK did you do now?!)

Well, I might have a reason as to why, least for the Deja vu. There are several possibilities to explain it and all of them are valid until more information is found. But for this little theory, I'm going to like... go with the most talked about theory that's been around since the beginning of this rabbit hole. Everyone and their grandmother pointed this out.

Timeloops!

Or in this case, possibly more of a reset.

Perhaps all this time, it's been resets happening and that may be what's causing Time to be 'broken'.

Remember back in AF: CB... what was the LAST thing to happen in it? Anti having made his fun little rampage through the IRIS facility, a bunch of IRIS staff dying in one form or another. And him cornering Chase in a familiar... red lit hallway that Chase desperately didn't want to be in and tried so hard to tell others with him at the time to not come here and to flee elsewhere... Chase's terrified view as Anti looms over him with a dark chuckle.

Then it cuts to black.

Ever wondered what happened then? We had a few IRIS tweets after Anti tore through the facility, then radio silence for 4 months then boom that. At least from IRIS's side of things.

But after Halloween, things had been quiet. A few things here and there.. (I'm actually drawing a blank of what other videos had something happen in them, let me know) then Sean's recent little playthrough of the 'Classrooms' where Anti giggles and we hear the faint' "No one's gonna help me".

What does any of this have to do with Resets and timeloops?

Well, hear me out, what if the moment Anti had cornered Chase in the hallway, (Recall that Echo mentioned to Chase that Anti is after him because he's special, just never clarified what that 'special' is), that, for lack of a better term, Chase's power activated upon his distress and wish to not be there and caused a time to reset? Which undid everything that happened (probably to a degree) that week or so. But Anti still remains with him, giggling at his attempt to escape and hide from him and Chase sinking further into despair with the thought that... there is no one... not even IRIS is able to help him.

Which is the dark thought path Anti is pushing him towards. Arin did state that the small stone slab that they had found in a village in northern europe had affected many people there and a few that managed to survive it turned down a dark path... he just never clarifies what that dark path was.

Which makes sense, the symptoms of the slab match that of Anti, but his ability far outranks the slab. Hell the slab could have been containing him, but his power was still great enough to seep out and affect the surrounding area and anyone near by. and that Stone slab still has that lingering power from holding Anti within it for so long. Assuming that it did contain him. IRIS had been tracking Anti for a while but had and probably still don't have a means to contain something that can come and go as he pleases.

So perhaps Anti is pushing him down this path for a reason. What it is, we don't know. Just that Anti targeted Chase for his specialty.

And Chase did confirm to Arin that he does experience deja vu, but waves it off as the mind playing tricks. Which could mean that despite probably having used his ability often unintentionally, that Chase doesn't remember everything that happens. Just deja vu moments or feelings of being somewhere before but confused about it. There's only a few instances he remembers very clearly what happens in certain times and places and panics about it. He just... doesn't know why other than it has to do with the man in dark clothing haunting him. And going to these places that he remembers clearly... never ends well with him or whomever is with him.

So all these timeloops/resets that happen, are likely Chase escaping situations in which he has zero help, no escape and cornered by Anti and blindly terrified. There's was something else that piqued my interest. When Arin was trying to gain Chase's trust by telling him what IRIS does (haha funny), and then revealed that Chase is being tormented by an extremely powerful ALTR far more dangerous than any ALTR objects they had contained. Chase says, "He won't leave me alone. He shows me such... awful things that I did." Things? It's quite possible that Chase did suffer a divorce with Stacy due to his drinking. And in a fit of despair and pain, probably during an argument with Stacy, leaving him open to possession or whatever Anti did to him, likely caused Chase to 'snap' and kill Stacy and their child. Be it via illusions or some otherworldly tricks Anti did to cause such a thing to occur.

Each tragic death being different each time Chase resets things. If that ability goes that far. But it's more than likely that Anti merely pulls at Chase's alcoholic past and rough marriage troubles about it to rub into Chase's wounds. A reminder, for each waking hour, day after day... he lost his happy life due to poor choices. Assuming so, at least, we don't quite know what is going on here. Or what he did for Anti to push onto Chase.

Or perhaps, Anti merely lies to push him further onto that dark path, who knows?

What are your thoughts? Again, I apologize for this messy post XD

#jse communtiy #jse iris #jse chase #jse anti #jse iris project #project iris #iris project #anomaly found chase brody #chase brody #antisepticeye

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robrae-is-forever · 1 year

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RobRae Week 2023 Day 2!!

@fuckyeahrobrae

"You ever see Raven pace like that?" Beast Boy asked Cyborg.

"Nah. She must be really excited." The latter shrugged.

The half demon girl frowned as she stopped in front of the large window overlooking the ocean.

"What, you aren't excited for Robin to come back?" The conversation continued behind them.

"No way! We've been chillaxing the last two weeks, and when he gets back it's going to be work, work, work! You know how he gets."

"Yeaaaaah..." Cyborg sighed. "Hey Raven!"

Raven jumped as she was snapped out of her thoughts and turned on her heel. "What are you yelling for? I'm right here."

"Can you stop doing that?" He asked.

"Doing what?"

"Thinking about Robin?" Beast Boy supplied.

"We haven't heard from him in three days." Raven said. "Aren't you worried?"

Cyborg and Beast Boy looked at each other, then back to Raven. "His last message was, 'We're on our way back'. Why would we be worried? It takes time to travel across space, you know."

Raven stomped her foot on the ground. "They've barely been in contact since they left! And now it's radio silence? Something has to be wrong."

"Raven, they went to a wedding together. What's the worst that could've happened?" Cyborg asked.

"Yeah, unless..." Beast Boy sang-song the implication.

"Oh, shut up." Raven pulled her hood up. "We're just friends."

"Oh look!" The TV screen started flashing, an alert popped up on screen. "They're back! Now you can stop worrying."

The three Titans made their way up to to the roof just in time to see their ship dock. "Hey Robin, Starfire! Welcome... Back..." Cyborg trailed off as the leader jumped out of the ship and stormed past them. "Or not." Cyborg turned to Starfire and asked, "What happened?"

"There was a... miscommunication." Starfire said sheepishly. "I may have introduced him as my... boyfriend. And he clarified that he was not, soooo..."

"Why would you do that?" Cyborg asked dumbfounded. "I thought he made it clear you two were just friends."

Raven was not around to hear the rest of the story as she turned around to go after Robin.

She found him in the garage, working on his bike- it was clear from the frustrated movements that he was still upset.

"Hey."

Robin stopped, and he turned around slowly with a frown. "Hey." He called back.

Raven stepped forward, closing the distance and stopping when she was just a foot away. "Not a fan of weddings?" She asked, her tone lightly teasing.

"Hmph. Not Tamaranean weddings." He shook his head. "It's all combat games and starbolt shootouts. You know they didn't even have cake?"

"Mmm. I heard you were Starfire's date."

Robin frowned as he stared at Raven's carefully neutral expression. "I think the term "boyfriend" and "boy who is a friend" don't translate the same in Tamaranean. Just a "friend" wasn't good enough to bring to Galfore's wedding." He sighed as he walked over to the tool table and leaned against it.

"Sorry to hear about it." Raven offered her sympathies.

"Thanks." He mumbled. "Either way, it's over with now. I'm glad to be back here."

Raven studied the ground, thinking back to the conversation that had started this whole ordeal.

"What do you mean you do not wish to go?" Starfire looked like she was on the verge of tears.

Cyborg looked bored, Beast Boy looked scared, and Raven looked as neutral as ever.

"I don't want to go another planet. It's nice out this time of year." Cyborg explained.

"I know I'm a handsome guy, but uh... Even I don't have a snowballs chance with Tamaranean girls." Beast Boy mumbled sheepishly.

"No thanks." Raven said.

Clearly not winning with those three, Starfire turned on Robin. "You will go with me, will you not?" She asked, her lip quivering as she gave him the puppy dog eyes.

"I, uh, you know... Sure?"

"Robin!"

All four sets of eyes turned back on her, and Raven was glad for the shadow her hood cast. "...Yes, Raven?" He asked slowly.

"I- It's nothing. Go if you want."

And then the two weeks of lighthearted teasing had started, and hadn't stopped. It was all, "Are you sure you wouldn't want to be Robin's plus one?" and "I'm sure Robin would like to see you in a dress~!" and it had driven Raven over the edge- for the first time in a long time, she'd snapped on her friends so badly that her eyes had turned red and they'd run away screaming. The next day things had more or less settled down, but they couldn't resist sneaking in the odd comment here and there.

"I'm glad you're back." She said to him.

"Me too."

Raven frowned and cleared her throat. "I- Missed you?" She said awkwardly. When Robin looked at her, she shrugged in an attempt to downplay what she'd just said. "You make for better company than Cyborg and Beast Boy do. Cy's alright, but when he and Beast Boy start acting up... you know."

Robin laughed, standing up and stretching before walking up to Raven. "I missed you too." He pulled her into a hug, and Raven happily linked her arms around him. "Next time I need a plus one somewhere, I'll invite you. At least you could teleport us somewhere when we've decided we've had enough."

Pulling back from Robin (but still keeping her hands on his shoulders), Raven cocked an eyebrow and asked, "And how long into this little trip would you have asked me to sneak away with you?"

Robin looked up as though he were in deep thought, letting his hands fall from Raven's back to her waist. "About thirty minutes?"

"That bad?"

"It was a long two weeks."

They laughed together as they parted, their hands brushing before Robin asked, "Wanna help me with this?" He gestured to his bike.

"Sure."

Although Raven may have done little more than hand Robin the tools he was asking for, she was happy to be back with him again.

#robrae week 2023 #robrae week 2023 day 2 reunited #robrae #robin #raven #robin x raven

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#crosspost #busybee

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"I think you did a good job. They loved you!" Silas tries to reassure him. The streets are mostly empty this time of night but Silas still barely flicks his eyes over to the balled up vamp under his coat in the seat beside him before returning his full attention to the road ahead.

Chase doesn't respond, just curls tighter on himself under the coat.

"There's always the next audition if they didn't, Bats. There's always a show going in this town and you're something special. If they didn't see that then it'll just be another show runner's gain."

"They offered me the lead," Chase eventually sighs. His voice is tight and low. A mixture of sorrow and old habits to protect it after singing that loud for that long. "Said my voice was perfect for her."

"That's fantastic right?" Silas tried to piece together why that would be an issue. He wasn't someone who regularly went to operas, nor had he had the inclination to research this one before offering to drive Chase to the audition.

"Her." he clarified. The one syllable dripping with venom.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

They fall to silence. Another car somewhere in the distance roared through the quiet night.

"Am I overreacting?"

"You know I can't answer that, Chase."

"Yes you can. You can tell me if I'm being a shitty stuck up primadonna for refusing a good role just because it's not the exact one I wanted."

"I don't think that's the issue at hand."

"It is. The reason I'm refusing it doesn't matter. Cross dressing has been part of theater as long as it's existed. I would be far from the first man to tolerate-" he cuts himself off with frustrated groan, not even being able to finish the thought it made his skin crawl.

Silas didn't know what to say. He didn't have the life experiences to even come close to understanding the turmoil his lover was in. He didn't have to to still ache deep in his chest over it.

"Will they let you take a few days to think it over?"

"No. They were auditioning because the lead and her understudy both got arrested and a couple others all bailed on them. The show is tomorrow. I told them no."

"Well then it's settled isn't it? We can look around for other auditions-"

"And they'll turn me down or offer me more girl and child roles. My voice is too fucking high to ever be considered for a man's."

"Don't theatres do gender blind castings all the time? I heard about a Shakespeare-"

"Shakespeare and opera are different. Most roles are cast gender blind. But they aren't register and tone blind. You can't replace a tenor or baritone with a high soprano."

"I... Why not?" Silas asked it as gently as he could, not knowing the lingo well enough to keep up.

"It would be like replacing a guitar with a ukulele." Chase sighs. "It would ruin the entire show if you didn't change everything to work with it."

"Oh... Are there shows with soprano male leads?"

"Yeah. And none of them want a voice that sounds like a girl's."

"I don't think you sound like a girl. I think you sound like you."

"I sound like a girl, and because of that fucking-" he growls to himself again, "That fucking Cunt Ass- That fucking monster- there's absolutely nothing I can do about it. I'll always look like this and always sound like this."

Again they fell to silence. Silas wanted to say he quite liked the way Chase looks and sounds. That there was a part of him that was deeply greatful for the tragedy that had befallen Chase all those years ago because it meant they got to meet despite the century that had elapsed between their births. He knew it would do nothing to soothe him, so he kept the sentiment to himself.

"Do you want to go to the lake? I have my razor... It can be like a picnic. Meal under the stars. We can leave the radio on and put the roof down." he offered a distraction instead.

"Can we just go to your place and watch some shit movie until you have to go to bed?"

"Yeah, of course," he put his blinker on despite there being no one around them before making the turn at the next intersection. They'd been going the opposite direction and needed to make a U-turn, but Silas hated U-turns for reasons he couldn't remember. He'd just loop the block. "Would you still like a meal?"

"Why are you offering it so much? New fetish?" Chase prodded as he finally sat up and poked his head out from under the coat. Though he kept it wrapped around himself.

"No. My foster mom just always said the best thing to do for someone hurting was to feed them, and I don't know what else to do for you right now."

"Thanks. But I don't want to think about what kind of monster I am tonight."

"Understood. Do you want to stop at a gas station and get some ice cream then?"

"Yeah, that sounds good."

#you know what vampires don't have enough of? gender dysphoria.

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I know I shouldn't, but I'm really curious about the bullshit this guy Pat says and I would like to have a look at his twitter, what is his twitter account? You talk about him often but many times I don't get it because it's all out of context to me (like your last post with the picture from TW trailer, what happens there?)

shooting an answer before work. Pat uses some variant Of TeamFreeWillTwoPointO on every platform like tfwtwopointo etc. Don't let the name fool you, it fooled many for years, he's a jared stan that does everything he can to minimize and stomp down jensen and other successes and greatly inflate and dramatize Jared's successes. It's a mix of propaganda account and wanna-be leaker

Things Pat has argued with me on saying "his sources" told him:

My statement about the ending: order of death, roadhouse reunion, etc. Pat mocked this not coming true. Radio silence when Dabb clarified the original ending, which Pat never had access to, only the late omitted one. I'd say that was more than his version where he was talking about "a battle for Dean's soul" I sent someone to correct him on that he never picked up on.

THAT anything was omitted. He rabidly denied it and acted like it was in tact, not WANTING to admit a considerably modified finale. Then, the script came. This is why he worked so hard WITH. KELIOS. AND. CO. to try to get the script to have control of it. They spent 5K, we spent 25, and ultimately, well. You know. [Omitted.]

I wrote a post about Jensen having a hard time letting go and moving on. Many posts, actually. The first came the December after the finale, when I "speculated", attached to that phrase, that he was working on something to help his character resolution--the Mary and John details didn't come for several more months as the decided/accepted/inked pitch/deal. Roughly 2 months before the Deadline leak and mantrum day. And, for many months, I reminded people that Jensen had a hard time Letting Go and Moving On in associated contexts I was trying to inform people on. Pat went out of his way to argue with this and call me wrong and projecting, and then Jensen used the phrases verbatim, almost like I might have been quoting him BTS or something IDK!!! Either way, he brushed that under the rug.

I released the pilot script. Pat screamed up and down that his sources said it was fake, totes real CM sources. I know who, that person tried to argue with me too. I knew they were wrong, cuz they couldn't even begin to wrap their heads around why I knew they were wrong. Radio silence since filming and the trailer. Hell my *pinned post* was an effort of explaining like they were five what kind of script it was and what, if any, changes happened. And I mean, give it a skim. Look at filming and the trailer. Tada.

His own friend rings were among the people screaming for SEASONS, until the bitter, awakening end, that Berens had no Destiel intention, or even claimed he supported Wincest, because they had no idea of all the BTS intel about the man or his open secrets of conversations abroad on favorites and intent. He has no concept who anyone is, who they know and are close with, or what these social crossengagements come from. They didn't LIKE the idea that Berens was gunning for Destiel all along, and they denied it, and Pat amplified it. And [gestures at everything] now they're real pressed realizing either he's back, or in the very least, he's boning the showrunner, and might have a teensy little bit of consulting influence.

Now he's out here pitching arguments nobody did. People are out here pointing out the Mise en Scene similarity to purgatory, from gamma lighting to afterlife elements to dean's wardrobe but the goddamn SECOND Pat realized that mise en scene and wardrobe directly anchored Dean to 15.04 and 15.09 specifically, the latter as afterlife fodder, he's losing his mind. "IT'S NOT HAPPENING IN PURGATORY STUPIDS" no shit sherlock we're talking about concepts, story vibes and mise en scene do you fucking understand what this is in your lil peanut brain, pat.

He loves to wave MY SOURCES MY SOURCES MY SOURCES then finally one day when he got pressed he cracked and admitted his source was legit "I have a friend in LA" and "my brother's cousin's boyfriend's best friend worked on a show adjacent to misha once" no I'm not fucking kidding, these are this dude's idea of sources. His only better one is one I use as a tertiary intel source because she's just crawled up from fandom, limited contact, limited perspective, limited development insight, and a LOT of other reasons making her intel complicated to parse.

He tries DESPERATELY to echo me, in some futile attempt to pretend "anyone can do what Min does!!" like he tries to spec unannounced actors and stuff and misses the mark EVERY TIME because he does NOT know this industry, he does NOT know how to qualify leads, and he does NOT know how to keep his media muggle thoughts and biases out of coloring in the information he gets.

So yeah. That's Pat.

He's pressed af and looking to swing against the very obvious patterns going on here. IDK why he thinks that'll change the result.

This man is goddamn OBSESSED with arguing with everything I release, and ALWAYS buries it resultingly making an ass out of himself. He wants real, real bad how to figure out how to do what I do or how to have what I have and my god will he throw his daily temper tantrums to display it.

More often than not, Pat's "intel" is a small whisper of accurate information that means very little without context, that he then appends violently wrong opinions all over to the point the original whisper is unintelligible from itself, leading to him putting out giant editorialization and opinion pieces and trying to call them Inside Information. When not a soul that's worth a damn has ever sat down and talked with him. Promise.

I don't know if he's aware he's doing it, but that's his weakness every time. He can't sort out his wants, dreams, dislikes and fan ambitions from when he does get a nublet of information and decides to figure out how that nublet of information fits into his world view, rather than finding accessory information to understand the world that information exists in and how it interacts with, yknow, reality.

Because in a way, it does feel like Him and His have some sort of derealization going on. Like if they argue and do enough backflips and brush enough failures under the rug, that if they argue REAL HARD and wish on their ring of INFINITE WISHES, reality will change the result for them, and I'm sorry, no matter how many dumb posts Pat, Pathyrn or loljackles (don't get me started on the "pre successful actor" that argued against global industry decline and then whipped it out when walker was failing in 18-35, incorrectly) publish, that's not how it works.

None of these folks actually have a building understanding of what IS, just a million things they want to scream it isn't, whether or not it's coherent, related to the information at hand or resonant with common sense resulting. They have NO fuckin spec, much less ACTUAL INFORMATION, on where this shit IS heading, they're just actively pissing themselves day-in-day-out screaming "NO!!!!"

If Pat put in like. Five minutes. Five minutes of not wanting to argue with something he doesn't like. Five minutes of applying, to me even, the same sort of pattern solving he SHOULD be, but never does, with his "info". That if he put together all the posts in all the world that he wiped out embarrassed on, and me being more accurate than his supposed CM source I told was wrong to their face, and all the other information I'm putting out around it ahead of the curve like actors and writers he can't keep up with that like. He could kinda. Figure out what's happening here. And stop embarrassing himself.

But he won't.

Read between the FUCKING lines, pat.

I'm out here leaking shit as far as episode 3 and these ding dongs still can't wrap their heads around the pilot.

So how about you pack this in your pipe and smoke it: the team not only fully intends to address the confession in this property, but are holding open discourse on the when, where, how, considering the potential accordion nature of the show for a few years.

He's gonna call me a liar. I'm gonna not care. Because it's happening.

It's one of the primary arcs that need to be adjusted to the show arcs if there's an accordion. I need everyone that doesn't like this to start wrapping their fucking grey matter around it right now. It doesn't matter if you like it. The people creating it, Jensen included, do, and have it on the priority plot list

I rarely state my info this directly as much as weaved through supposed theories with some public facing receipts. But fuck it. I'm gonna say it outright and it needs to be said.

jensen isn't who you think he is, Pat2 and lolj. Like. I can not emphasize that enough. Jensen. Is not who you little lot think he is. I'm not saying this... blindly or parasocially as some kind of fan. I'm just sitting here saucer eyed that you haven't figured out what's happening here yet. Even just from your outside views looking in pretending you understand it Inside. Like. There's a certain point I gotta raise my brow and ask what psychic block there is to pretend not to see it even public facing. Much LESS things said behind closed doors. Many of which you have argued with my posts on. Such as Let Go and Move on. Which is honestly, something YALL need to do. He's not what you want him to be any more than Berens was what you wanted him to be all those many years you screamed in denial only to get a gay pie to the face

dumb fuck arguing with my posts basically arguing with jensen or thompson the last year as pre-release of later statements from them because they can't cope that they're real people and not narrative toys for Pat to play with on tumblr.

ok?

ok.

cool.

bye.

#mildew #supernatural #the winchesters

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Episode 1 (WTCV) - Laika

--start of broadcast--

CECIL: A soul is not always in the places it needs to be in. And sunglasses won’t protect you from the flaming tendrils of the green sun.

Welcome to Nightvale.

[musical interlude]

CECIL: Well, good morning, listeners! To start off today’s broadcast, I think that we should discuss the newcomers in town. I sent interns Sapphrel and Ruben to go interrog– wait, no, that says interview – the incredibly large group that has taken over the Yellow Crown apartment complex. Yeah. Taken over. It’s a seriously large group.

Interns Sapphrel and Ruben returned with the news that, in fact, there is no pumpkin, and there never even was one, and what pumpkin, and why are they talking about pumpkins anyway?

I clarified that I had meant for them to interview the people who moved in, not the former residents. They exchanged looks with each other, said, “Ohhhhhhh,” with eight letters, and went back to the apartment complex.

Yeah. Interns, am I right? *laughs*

In other news, Khoshekh has finally left the mens’ bathroom here at the radio station! I saw him just earlier chasing a dog around near the dog park.

A perfunctory reminder to all Night Vale citizens that dogs are not allowed in the dog park. Humans are not allowed in the dog park. You may see hooded figures in the dog park. Do not look at, think about, or interact with the hooded figures in the dog park.

Josie, out near the old car lot, has said that some new figures have joined the ranks of the Erikas. These new figures, who are definitely not and never will be angels, as angels do not exist, say that they came from the mountains, which also do not exist. Unless you believe that they do. Then they exist. Anyways, these new additions call themselves Nanna, Corbin, Crow, Prince, Carnelian, and Carols. They are, respectively, blue with a tail, flashing orange and green with legs, orange with a tail, green with horns and a tail, flashing pink and purple with legs, and light blue with horns, cat ears, and a tail. One of them appears to have teleportation powers.

On – oh, hey! The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives In Your Home has just handed me my phone. On it is a – a video… of the inside of the newcomers’... apartment buildings… Ugh. How is that much soda even healthy for a guy? Oh my god, is that Good Luck Chuck? Oh, well, at least he has Scott Pilgrim. That somewhat makes up for it. Wait – what the fuck? Did that girl just disappear into thin air? Did she steal from the Ralphs? Oh, no – she’s explaining how she left money. Alright, then, that’s fine. Ewww – I don’t want to see this part, skip skip skip skip skip – Oh, there’s Khoshekh! I was wondering where he had gotten off to! Aww, and it looks like the girl with dog ears is petting him! Who knew?

Well, anyway, it does not appear as though these newcomers are threats to our town! What a relief, Night Vale! What a relief.

Dear Listeners, I have sad news. I just received word from interns Sapphrel and Ruben that interns Col, Void, Cactus, and Lynx are dead. Their bodies have not been found, as they are, apparently, inside the black hole outside the Moonlite All-Nite Diner. Intern Sapphrel tracked Void’s phone, and found it there. Our hearts go out to the families of interns Col, Void, Cactus, and Lynx. We're very sorry for your loss, and wish you the best in life. They died in the line of service, and were good workers who only wanted the best.

And now, the weather.

41. Moonsetter - Homestuck Vol. 9

Oh! It seems the ghost of intern Void has appeared in the studio, listeners! Let's hear what Void has to say.

INTERN VOID:

CECIL: Oh! Well, thank you, Void!

Look, I know that the City Council has a policy that dead people can't intern here, and, listeners, I follow every rule that they set up, but you're a qualified candidate, right?

So, since you can't legally intern, you could come work here as our diplomat to the world of the dead! What do you say?

There is silence. She does not appear to be saying anything yet, but instead, mulling it over.

I do rather hope she accepts the offer, listeners. It would be a nice gesture to the ghosts, and, anyways, she could bridge people with their families!

If you have a loved one who died, imagine how lovely it would be to hear how they're doing!

Oh! She's speaking!

INTERN VOID: You can't offer me a job and immediately get mad that I'm not saying anything!! Also, I don't know that many ghosts…

CECIL: She looks… sad, for some reason? Or maybe just put-out.

Also, what do you mean, get mad? I was just describing to our listeners what was happening in the studio. I wasn’t mad at you. It makes sense that you wouldn’t know many ghosts, seeing as how you only recently died.

INTERN VOID: There's not many ghosts in space.

CECIL: Wait, you’re in space?

INTERN VOID: Yeah. There’s a doggo here. It’s a very good doggo. *mild shuffling ensues* who’s a good girl~

CECIL: Huh. So space is real, unlike what Hiram says. Remember that campaign? Honestly. What a load of dragonshit! He based his entire campaign around defunding the space center, saying it was dumb.

What is the dog's name?

INTERN VOID: I’m not sure, as I didn’t pay too much attention in Martian class. But she has a space suit?!

CECIL: Okay...?

Wait! I think I know this dog! Is her name Laika?

INTERN VOID: I think so! She reacts to it, at least!

She is a very good dog.

CECIL: Oh! One sec, I'm going to need to call Carlos! He'll be very interested in this!

*phone ringing*

Hey, Carlos! One of my interns at the station died.

CARLOS: Oh. Oh, honey, I'm sorry-

CECIL: No, it's a good thing! She found Laika!

CARLOS: Wait, what?

Repeat that, please?

She found Laika?

She's in space???

I thought you said she died!

CECIL: I did! She's a ghost!

And she found Laika!

CARLOS: Oh. OH! Oh my god! Hold on, I'll be over in a few.

I love you, bye!

CECIL: Aw, I love you too!

*hangs up phone*

Isn't he just a sweetheart? Honestly.

INTERN VOID: He is very sweet. But, the job thing…?

CECIL: Okay, I'm reconsidering. Maybe you could work with Carlos? He's been studying the position of Night Vale in the galaxy in comparison with the rest of the Earth. He's become very interested in space recently, and you, being a ghost and therefore able to actually go to space, could help with that!

If you want a job, that is.

I just realized how presumptive I'm being! You're in space! You might not even be able to work here on Earth! I am so sorry for how insensitive I've been, please forgive me, Void.

Honestly, my big mouth never stops running.

But the offer still stands if you do want it.

INTERN VOID: Oh, heck yee, I wanna be a space diplomat!

CECIL: Alright. When Carlos comes over, I’ll let him know and he can get you set up! Does that sound good?

INTERN VOID: YEET

CECIL: Perfect.

Thank you, listeners, for sticking with us through that... brief interruption to normal matters. Now, for the Community Calendar.

Monday is Opposites Day, and is no longer going to be Monday, but Yaednehm. Yadmehn? Yadmon? I think that's right. Huh. The ground will be up, and all the blood will be rushing to our heads as we frantically contemplate what direction is what.

Tuesday will be a day in which you dream of a giant plush squid with narrowed eyes, embroidered onto a young girl's dress as she casts a spell over a well-loved bloodstone circle, trying to figure out how to save her friends and family from destruction.

Wednesday is canceled.

Thursday is the big homecoming baseball game against Desert Bluffs! Desert Bluffs. Honestly, they're as likable as Steve Carlsberg! And that is not saying much of anything at all, listeners. Not much at all. Go get 'em, Scorpions.

Friday is origami day at the community center! Bring your kids for a day of fun! There will be activities held. Some of the activities will be closed off. Some will be imaginary. Some will be deadly. It's all part of the fun! And John Peters - you know, the farmer? - will be selling his imaginary corn snow cones there as well! I love those things. They're so nostalgic, you know?

Saturday is the Concert of the Erikas. Come by Old Woman Josie's house out near the car lot to hear the definitely NOT angelic choir.

Sunday is also canceled.

I, for one, am excited for this week! We're going to have so much free time, what with two days canceled! What fun! Me and Carlos are going to take Estaban to go investigate some science-y things! He is such a cutie in a lab coat! Both of them are!

Next, dear listeners, we go to Traffic.

A young man stands in his bedroom. It just so happens that today is NOT this young man's birthday. The smell of cake permeates the air. This family is constantly on the run from the Secret Police for violating the ban on wheat and its byproducts. The dulcet tones of the radio host's voice lull the boy into a sense of complacency. Learned complacency, one could say. He's learned to take these kinds of peaceful moments when he can, as the times when he cannot are many.

A notification sounds from his computer. His friend with the purple text tells him that something is apparently going to happen on Tuesday that she's going to have to prevent. He tells TT to fuck off, and returns to gazing at the clouds. The red-flag-doohickey-thingy on the mailbox is down. It has been down. It will likely always be down, unless it's up.

Further down the street, a teenager in a black sweatshirt stands wearily. They shield their eyes from the sun, staggering as they walk towards the young man's home. A mail truck pulls up to the home. They startle. The mail truck leaves the home. They run. As the young man perks up, they open the mailbox, steal the mail inside, and run away. The young man opens his front door and gives chase.

The timeline has been locked, listeners, and I can view it no longer.

This has been traffic.

Listeners, we all have those moments when something is just so inevitable, so unchangeable, that we don't notice it? Well, today, I noticed it. I don't know what I noticed, but it was something, and I noticed the heck out of it. It was a young man in a red shirt, scars lacing down his neck, and I noticed. You are not alone. No one is alone. Loneliness is a concept. It is a state of emotion. One can be lonely, but one is never alone. Everyone is noticed. And when you are noticed, you are noticed. So please, take care, dear Listeners, and make sure to buy your privacy every month from the Secret Police. Remember, twenty a month keeps them out of your stuff.

A quick word from our sponsors:

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Our show is drawing to a close, dear listeners, but before we go, I have a daily prophecy to give! Let's see...

* slight plastic crinkling noises *

* sound of a bag opening *

* eating sounds ensue *

* a slip of paper scraping against something stale or burnt *

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* long silence *

W... What just happened? What was the prophecy? My God, dear Listeners, I don't think I know what I said! And I always know what I said. Do you think I was possessed? Hmm...

Anyway, as creepy as that was, everything must end, and this show is no different. I wish you all an amazing week. Stay tuned for the sounds of me curling up into a fetal position and having an existential crisis over what my brain does when it's on autopilot. It's terrifying to think it, but... It could hurt them. I could hurt them.

Fuck.

Well, on that note, I leave you. Good night, Night Vale. Good night.

--end of broadcast (dated 2/6/23)--

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Honestly you're entitled to your opinion. I just don't understand how you think. Cause jkk were obviously fine in April (Vegas), and now since Festa everyone thinks they're not together anymore but then Washington was AFTER Festa and they were hanging out with Jhope and Her as we saw. I'm sorry but if you just broke up with someone (which in this case would be less than two months ago), you won't go out of your way to hang out with them for fun, especially if you're forced to work with them everyday.

Now I understand you're also starting to doubt they ever dated because of car changes? But like, we know they have different schedules now since their solo projects work has already started for a while now. There, explained. Why do some people want them to spend every second of every day together all the time ? Jungkook not knowing about Jimin's tattoo? All the boys know where Jimin's tattoo is, he just realized he wasn't supposed to talk about it cause Jimin hasn't said anything himself.

I just don't understand, at all, where y'all's doubts come from. Literally. Doesn't make sense...

I think you might be confusing what I’ve said with what a few others are saying. I’ll clarify then I have to sign off for a bit—please don’t feel ignored!

1. I’m pretty sure Jikook were an actual romantic couple for years and might still be. Of course without confirmation from them, it could all just be a flirty loving friendship with plenty of fanservice and I’m a clown. But I don’t think so…

2. I became an Army in December (my beloved nana died in the fall and BTS got me through my grief) and then there was a 3 month stretch of radio silence in 2022 from my bias Jimin and it made me worried something was wrong because he was usually on social media way more and JK never mentioned him even when he was rushed to the hospital. I panicked but older Army said to hang tight—and they were right!

3. There was then a period where Jikookers were well fed (White Day, Seoul concert moments, all the Vegas moments—especially the last night). Sometimes their interactions seemed a bit stiff/shy and sometimes JK also had way more flirty interactions with other members on stage but performing is euphoric for them and they all love each other. The Vegas Vlive showed signs of real intimacy—soft tones and touches, personal info only they know about each other, diet and exercise plans exclusive to each other—typical Jikookery.

4. Then silence again. JK embraces insta but only talks about Jimin if asked. Silence even during Jimin’s first OST. Jimin is totally withdrawn during the whole mail “scandal” breaking in the news and maybe JK was just following his lead. Footage of interviews and photo shoots where Jimin barely smiles or speaks and even forgets to bow are jarring. He’s just off. They don’t touch, talk, look at or flirt the way they used to. Okay. Everybody has off days and they’ve been together for years so… no big.

5. Jimin seems cagey and a little sad in the airport. After the White House speech they go out with Hobi for games and food and seem friendly—in those few seconds of clips they appear not flirty but very friendly—clearly okay with each other, having an great time. They get mobbed when back in Korea and travel home separately, then more silence. Separate cars, separate trips, separate activities like festivals and matches—all normal for regular couples, a bit out of the ordinary for a Jikook but hardly a death knell for a relationship.

6. The few times I’ve seen footage of things since Vegas (which honestly could have been filmed any time!) they seem distant. Not angry. Not cold. Not nervous. Distant. Gone is the pink fuzzy warm sweet aura where they always climb all over each other and talk about each other; now it’s polite, professional business. Might be because they were wrestling with the news of their big transition. There are things they can’t fully share with us, I get it.

7. Mostly what makes me wonder if Jikook’s relationship has changed is that I’m seeing old footage and new footage for the first time all at the same time and there’s a shift in tone. Which is normal and natural. But JK initiates plenty of hugs with Yoongi, Hobi and Joon and he’s all over Jin and Tae. Yet Jimin is the one who mostly initiates with JK anything more than a pat on the shoulder. I’m not used to it.

8. There are plenty of instances that are cute moments between JK and Jimin this year but it’s different now. They aren’t stuck together like glue. They don’t know key things about each other (JK’s wanna see my cat joke, friendship tattoo, songs—I cannot tell if not knowing these things was kidding and deflecting or genuinely not knowing these things). They don’t flirt shamelessly. There was a time when JK stared at Jimin constantly, had to be grouped with him, initiated hugs and touches, complimented him, promoted his songs and projects, gave only him gifts, spent tons of downtime with him, was besotted for years, back when we had weekly episodes. That’s been happening less and less (that we can see) since the pandemic. And not at all since Vegas—that I’ve seen. But I’ve barely seen anything. There could be stuff coming out that shows I was a total dumbass for doubting—and I will ecstatically proclaim my dumbassery if it does because I want my doubts to be wrong!

9. So all these little shifts have led me to ask—not state as fact—if they may just be good friends now. It is not my business and I’ll support them no matter what. They don’t owe me a performance. But I’m not the only one seeing the difference lately. So I’m just asking why JK seems so aloof sometimes and then sweet on Jimin others, why Jimin seems so sad sometimes and so into JK others. I’m curious because we have so little of the full picture and I like distracting myself from my recent health crisis by pondering—not proclaiming with any certainty—what might be going on. It feels a bit like being on a roller coaster, with extreme highs of loud lovey dovey Jikookery and then dips of silence or distance where they don’t really acknowledge each other much. Yet JK isn’t aloof with everyone else. As a newbie, I’m confused. It’s hard for me to get a handle on JK’s love languages and “rules” (totally okay to sit on other men’s laps or kiss their ankles, definitely not okay to help them peel shrimp or share solo songs at the office). I know he teases a lot but I can’t tell how much he means and how much is bratty playfulness. Sometimes he downplays why Jimin is in his videos or the one he seeks out, and it comes across as attachment avoidant. But really wtf do I know? I’m six months old in this fandom. So I like to ask for your perspectives to help guide my interpretation. Sometimes I worry I’m on the spectrum or not understanding cultural nuances here…

10. But in the end I’ve got to stop talking so much about this because as I said when I began—I don’t have enough evidence to make a judgment about anything, and I may never have enough evidence to know what their status truly is. I think I may be upsetting other fans and I never want to be an asshat. I doubt I’ll arrive at a conclusion by constantly talking about it. But I’m 18 days away from a complete radical hysterectomy to remove endometrial stromal sarcoma cancer so I best get my shit together and stop obsessing about K-pop idols. Now is absolutely the right time for me to just catch up on all original content and celebrate what wonderful moments they do share with us on and off stage. It’s not my relationship. I don’t NEED to know their personal business. I love them and hope they will be very happy and fulfilled. I need to shift focus to only happy things for mental and physical health reasons.

Sorry for any typos. These are all my sincere thoughts on the matter. Which can be wrapped up by saying—I know nothing, I just sense weird vibes right now , so let’s wait and see?

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sizzlingpatrolfox · 1 year

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this is a little bit of a simplification, but jkkers are split between the "main pop boy" ones who demand the same energy that face got for this potential jjk1 and the ones who are less enthused about the timing and message of those posts but are conflicted on who to blame it on. especially since a lot of them were mad at yoongi for moving so fast with d-day, i think there's this silent understanding that they would be really hypocritical if they acted like everything was normal and fine with jungkook's team already trying to build up hype for him especially with everything that happened to like crazy. it's kind of a range between those things. some jkkers aren't addressing it at all really which makes me think they lean more toward the second opinion. a few people from that first group are acting like jungkook's collab is going to be the next billboard underdog so i don't think they really understand the implications of those posts tbh.

i also have the feeling that none of them or at least very few of them are actually excited, musically, about a justin Bieber collab, if that's what jungkook's thing ends up being. i don't know if armys really love the idea either although they'll of course support it.

i was the jkker reaction anon, i feel like i should clarify that i follow a lot of smaller accounts as opposed to jkkers with 500+ followers (though i still follow some, and check others), so i think i see what the bigger jkker accounts aren't acknowledging because they're less afraid of getting canceled. some of them have circles too. from big jkker accounts, like 1k+, it's either silence or that expectation that we show up for whatever jungkook's been working on the way we did for jimin.

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Thanks! Yeah, I saw jikookers being outright dragging Yoongi for his timing and stuff, but ultimately to me this is all on the company. Even when I complain about Jungkook, I'm still complaining about the company. Jungkook was never in charge of Jimin's album, like... Should he be blamed for taking any opportunity of privilege? Not really. Does it suck for everyone else? Yeah. But it is what it is. It's business. I don't know if Yoongi decided when to release his album. If it was his decision, well I'm sure he already knows it was a bad one and he got it coming.

Armys don't seem to care a lot about collabs tbh. I think they sound excited right now because of what a Justin Bieber + JK collab means, like the concept of it all in a very fanfiction-y way. Jikookers however, I know they want his album and his own music once and for all. I would like to listen to his own music one day, too. But I'm not holding my breath for it. It will happen eventually, just for now I don't really care when. I'm also not crazy about being an spectator to a beautiful smooth rollout and exposure opportunities while 1) his own fans did everything in their power to defame Jimin for literally nothing and turned his album release into an awful experience for so many people 2) it has been an uphill battle after the first week thanks to Hybe cutting his promotions short and the billboard fiasco. It shouldn't be like that for anybody but only Jimin was subjected to hate like that.

I don't know why they wouldn't show up for Jungkook, too. They will. Especially if it's good music, even more rightfully so. The only thing I see possibly happening is that maybe they won't try so hard if he gets an English collab + playlisting + radio and all that from the beginning. Because then people might realize he doesn't need that much "help" from the fandom, but that's about it.

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twas-a-stormy-february-day · 2 years

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Spn 15.01 Rewrite

The bunker. Erik was laying on the bed in his room, his heart not beating. Not yet.

Chuck appeared next to him, laying his hand on Erik´s forehead. There was a flash of light and Erik opened his eyes. He flinched back, when he saw the one who had murdered him.

“Don´t worry. I fixed everything.” Chuck turned away. “But you may want to start preparing for the apocalypse.”

“Wait!” But Chuck was already gone.

Erik got up, wandering through the bunker. From the war room he heard voices.

“This is going to be awkward.”, he muttered before entering the room.

Carter seemed to be talking over comms, he was very anxious. “Are you safe?!”

Alari was sitting next to him. She was silently crying and shaking her head.

“Alari. Carter.” Erik tried to get their attention.

Alari turned, jumping when she saw him. Carter saw her reaction and whirled around.

“Erik is back.” He said over comms, feeling very relieved.

Alari hurried towards Erik, throwing her arms around him. “You are back.”

He returned the hug, before letting her go.

“What´s going on?”, he wanted to know.

“We don´t really know yet. Chuck did something and now a new type of ghosts seems to have risen.”

“Chuck brought me back. He said that everything is fixed, but we should prepare for the apocalypse.”

“That does not sound like everything is fixed.”

“But why is he doing that, I thought he was supposed to be good?” Alari asked.

There was a moment of silence, before Carter said: “We have more urgent problems now.”

At the cemetery, the hunters had made it to the crypt, locking themselves in.

“These were no ordinary ghosts.” Cas said, when they gathered in the middle of the room.

“He wanted to bring back the angels. Maybe the demons got out as well.” Jack told them.

“But these were no demons.” Dean argued.

“They were like ghosts with hell signatures.” Cas tried to explain.

“So we burn their bones?” Eileen asked.

“How? There are too many.” Dean looked around for any weak spots in their sanctuary. For the moment they seemed to be safe.

“Are you safe?” Carter asked over comms.

“We are in a crypt. I hope it will hold.” Kendra answered.

“Erik is back.” Kendra repeated Carter´s news, since not all of them had comms.

They all were relieved and felt a sliver of hope return.

“We are coming to get you.“ Erik promised.

“Be careful.”

Alari parked the car at a distance. Erik and Carter flew to the crypt while she waited. With the iron bars they had brought, and Erik´s ability, it didn´t take long to dispose of the imminent threat of the ghost zombies.

The seven of them made their way to the impala. From there, they drove to the next town, catching up about what was going on with other hunters.

In Harlan the consequences of the ghost apocalypse were not yet apparent to the public. Some strange appearances had been reported to the police, but nothing had caused a mass panic. Yet.

They parked the cars and assembled in a nearby café.

“I just talked to Rowena.”, Carter told them. “She gave us instructions for a spell to lock the ghosts in, but we will have to evacuate the town.”

“That will have to do for now.”

Cas grimaced. “There is a disturbance on angel radio.”

“It´s so loud.” Jack said.

“Almost like millennia ago. Before our numbers were greatly diminished.”

“Do you think Chuck´s plan worked?” Jack asked.

For a moment they were silent.

“The epicenter of the ghost apocalypse is here. But there are sightings all over the world.” Carter said, looking up from his tablet.

“Then just building a barrier around town isn´t enough. Is there a way to draw all the ghosts here?” Kendra said.

“Yes, there is.”, came a voice from next to the table.

“Billie.” Dean said.

The new death stepped closer. “These ghosts. This isn´t right.”

“We know they are no ordinary ghosts.” Eileen said.

“But do you know what they are?”

“They are demonic of some sort.” Cas attempted.

“They were demons.” Billie clarified. “Before Chuck went too far. He was never allowed to do this. And the fact he could…” Her eyes bore into Jack. “… It just isn´t right.”

“He said he wanted to bring the angels back, to save the world.”

“He brought back way more than just the angels.”

“So you are saying… all these ghosts are from hell? That´s just great.” Dean said.

“There are no demons right now. All ghosts, along with the ordinary ghosts.” She turned away and said over her shoulder. “You do the ritual. I will make sure, they get here in time for the show.”

Cas and Erik walked along the streets, trying to see if anyone was left behind. Kendra and Eileen searched another part of the town, while Dean and Jack completed the ritual. Carter and Alari were headed to the school, along with the town´s people.

“Did you hear that?” Cas asked and hurried in the direction of the noise.

There was a dog barking inside a house.

Erik opened the door. The dog was standing in the hallway, he barked again and ran to another room.

“There must be someone inside.” Erik said and followed.

That someone turned out to be a budgie, inside a cage.

“I agree with the dog. No one should be left behind.” Cas said.

Erik carefully lifted the cage with his metallokinesis, which got him a weird look from the dog.

“Don´t worry. He is a mutant, and I am an angel.” Cas calmed the dog, which got him a weird look from Erik.

With the dog and the flying cage they left the house.

“I think we should tell them.”

Carter looked up from his tablet. “Tell them about what?”, he asked Alari.

“The ghosts. The apocalypse.” She looked at her phone. “Like… maybe we could do a tutorial or something.”

“So that they can protect themselves? I agree with you, just… should we tell them about the apocalypse? I mean that could cause a mass panic, don´t you think?”

“Right, so maybe not that. But they should know… like, the basics.”

“Okay. Let´s do it.” Carter sent a message letting the other hunters know about their plan.

“Look.” Eileen pointed at a house. “Someone is in there.”

“Could it have been a ghost?” Kendra asked.

“I´m not sure. We should check it out.”

The air in the garage was cold. They looked around. “Is anyone here?”

“Hello? Up here!”

Kendra nudged Eileen and pointed up. Two girls were hiding there.

With the help of the hunters, they climbed down. One was a teenager, the other one younger.

“There is a strange man in the house.” The older girl told them, her voice shaking.

“Did you see Rachel?” the younger girl asked.

“I told you, she is already outside.” The older one seemed on the verge of tears.

Kendra and Eileen exchanged a look.

Kendra kneeled in front of the younger girl. “What is your name?”

“Lizzie.”

“Do you want me to show you something?”

Lizzie nodded and Kendra unfolded her wings.

Eileen spoke with the teenage girl, leading her a little bit away.

“This is Kendra and I am Eileen. We can protect you, we are hunters. What is your name?”

“I am Felicia. Rachel is Lizzie´s sister. Or… she was.” She spoke quietly, barely holding back her tears. “She is…”

“I am sorry. But we are going to bring you to your parents, it will be okay. There is hope.” Eileen raised her hands to her head, palms facing each other, then bent the fingers forward. The sign for hope.

“Let´s get out of here.” Kendra said.

“So… I didn´t kill Erik.”, Jack said slowly. “But I´m still to blame. Because Chuck did it to get to me. And it worked. I am sorry.” He looked at Dean, looking for his affirmation.

“It´s not your fault.” Dean said without looking at him. They were on their way to the hospital hoping for a way to get a heart, which they needed for the spell.

“What happens now? The apocalypse, I just wanted to help. Chuck said this would make everything better.” He looked around the empty streets. “But this doesn´t look better.”

“Look.” Dean said, coming to a halt and finally looking at Jack. “To tell you the truth, everyone of us has some kind of history with fucking things up. Hunters. Legends. Angels. Hell, even Chuck himself. Especially him. Screw him. He was gone too long and now he is back… just to screw things up even worse. If you want to blame someone, blame him.”

“You are right. Thanks.” Jack said, feeling a little better.

They continued walking, until there was a scream and they started running.

“Shouldn´t everyone be evacuated by now?”

It was the sheriff, who was laying on the ground. Next to him was a woman.

She smiled strangely at them. She wanted to say something, but Dean shot her before she could.

As she vanished, they ran to the sheriff.

“He is dead.” Jack said.

They were silent for a time, before Jack spoke again: “Rowena said… we need a fresh heart, didn´t she?”

Dean looked away for a moment, conflicted, before he nodded. “You or me?”

“Let me. I think my powers are returning.”

Dean put the salt on the street, as Jack reached into the sheriff´s chest.

He checked his phone. “Erik and Cas are already out of town. Eileen and Kendra just need a minute.”

Jack put the heart on the salt. “Should I start?” “We should wait for Billie.”

“I´m ready when you are.” The former reaper said, having just appeared.

Dean looked at his phone again. “You can start. They are safe.”

Billie closed her eyes and flashes of light came from every direction. “Do the ritual, nephilim.”

Jack started incanting the words and a red light passed through them.

As the screeching sound of the ghosts arose, Billie touched their shoulders and they were at the school.

“Be warned.” Billie said, as she let go of them. “I couldn´t get every ghost in, as I said they are different. I trust you hunters will handle this.”

Dean and Jack both nodded solemnly and she vanished.

The hunters met at their cars.

“It´s far from over yet.” Carter said. “But we taught a few of them some tricks.”

“I was wondering, if we should reach out to Chuck. He owns us an explanation.” Cas said.

“What about angel radio?”, Erik asked.

“Still in disarray.”

“We will see about that, but for now I think we did what we could.”, Carter said.

“You are right. We should go now.” Erik said, closing the trunk of the impala. “We got work to do.” He remembered all these years ago, when Dean had recruited him back from Xavier´s College for the Gifted.

Some of the town´s people waved at the hunters as they drove off. Eileen met Felicia´s eyes. The girl was standing with her parents. She waved and then repeated Eileen´s sign from before �� the sign for hope.

Note: I haven´t learnt ASL yet, but I hope to do so in the future. So if I make a mistake just let me know.

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 2 years

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Happier Than Ever

finally listened to billie’s most recent album and i decided i needed to write about this one. or at least the aftermath of ‘jaskier would write something like this for sure’

CW: referencing toxic ex, geralt offers vandalism in support, like every best friend should, feelings confessions, jaskier swears like a sailor, i cannot see him any other way than feral after s2- sorry not sorry

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Jaskier had been waiting for one of two possible phone calls since spotify uploaded his most recent song. He’d either get a call from his ex, probably angry accusations of slander, or Yennefer ordering him out of his house for a drink. Honestly, he wasn’t sure which he was more nervous about. Instead, he got a call from Geralt.

“Hello darling, back in town?”

As per usual, his former security with a new super-secret job skipped right over the pleasantries, “What did he do?”

“Pardon?” Jaskier sat up from where he’d been anxiety-binging his old comfort show, surprised right out of the stupor he’d been in all morning.

“The song,” Geralt clarified, “When I saw you last you said you were in love. ‘I’d never treat me this shitty’ and ‘just fucking leave me alone’ doesn’t sound very in love. What did he do?”

Pausing the tv and blinking in shock, Jaskier desperately tried to play catch up, “You listened to my song?”

“And the interview for the radio- instagram…. Thing. Do I need to take a baseball bat to his car?”

“Well, yes, but my manager would kill me if I let you,” Jaskier grumbled, picking at the rips in his jeans, “I… I didn’t realize you gave a shit. Kinda thought you were avoiding me…” he trailed off with a nervous laugh.

“I was. Jealousy is a bitch.”

Jaskier’s ears practically rang as his jaw dropped. Jealousy? As in? Geralt? Being jealous? Of his ex? He cited personal reasons for giving Jaskier his resignation and he’d thought it was something to do with his brothers… But Jealousy?

“Jask? Are you still there?” Geralt sounded nervous for the first time since Jaskier had met him.

“Fuck you,” Jaskier breathed, slowly rising in pitch as he word vomited to his phone, “I had a massive crush on you. I thought you were straight! And you-! How fucking dare you. I settled for that asshole for months why didn’t you fucking say something?”

A jarring knock had Jaskier swearing and scrambling off the couch to go see who it was, “Seriously, Geralt. What the hell?”

Opening the door, Jaskier nearly dropped his phone. Geralt stood on his porch in all his black-clad, muscley, curly-haired glory with a look that would give a wounded puppy a run for its money. They both hung up and just stared at each other for a moment, Jaskier trying to catch his breath and wishing he’d showered that morning.

“I won't waste your time,” Geralt finally broke the silence and Jaskier remembered exactly why he’d fallen for him in the first place, “I missed you but I stayed away cause you looked happy. It was miserable.”

“That I was happy?” Jaskier was still staring at Geralt a little dumbfounded, and honestly, he was having a hard time getting past the things he’d told himself to be okay with Geralt practically ghosting him.

Geralt bit his lip shaking his head and frowning like he was having a hard time pulling his words together, “Happy with someone else. Being just your security or just your friend... fucking sucked.”

Jaskier’s mind went completely blank. He just stared at Geralt in shock and somehow managed to breathe despite the way his heart was fluttering.

“I… I’ll go. I’m sorry.” Geralt mumbled, running one hand through his hair and rubbing the back of his neck, “Just… wanted to tell you I guess.”

“Oh don’t you dare,” Jaskier laughed, grabbing Geralt by the lapels of his stupid sexy leather jacket and pulling him in for a kiss. They practically melted together as Geralt rested his hands on Jaskier’s hips, his fingers digging in and nearly making Jaskier swoon.

When they finally parted, Geralt smiled, “So you’re not mad at me?”

“Only that you waited so long,” Jaskier giggled, sneaking another quick kiss, “We’ll have to make up for lost time.”

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captains-simp · 3 years

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Wanda Maximoff ~ Fake It Till You Make It

Wanda version of this fic as requested by @yeetus-thyself

7.7k words

Warnings: shitty family and homophobia

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"Pleeaasse, Wan" You pouted once again. You had been begging Wanda for the favour for an hour now; her stubborness was proving hard to overcome.

"I'm busy." Wanda said, her accent strong as she walked around her appartment to collect things for her next mission.

"But will you be busy on the 10th?" You asked from the couch where you watched her disappear into various rooms as she talked.

"I thought you said it was a few days." Wanda quipped, seemingly only giving you half her attention.

"It is." You confirmed with some hope.

"So I'd need to clear my schedule for more than just the 10th." You huffed and rested your head on the back of couch.

"Yes you would. I'm sure Natasha can manage without you for a few days."

"I wouldn't be too sure about that." She muttered.

"Please, Wan." You tried. "I need a win." Wanda stopped by the kitchen counter and gave you a long, considering look. You had long given up on your puppy dog eyes and instead copied her expression as you chewed on your bottom lip.

"I'll think about it." Wanda finally said before grabbing something from the cupboard. It was the best response you had gotten all night and you knew you wouldn't get anything more. So you accepted it and hoped for the best.

Your parents had invited you to their cabin for a few days just like they did every year. It was a beautiful place. You could spend your whole visit in the forest along the back. Or swimming in the clear lake that was a short walk away. The cabin itself was the cosiest place you had ever been and had been where some of your best memories had happened as a kid.

As you got older things changed. Being around your family, especially your parents, wasn't as enjoyable. They had high expectations for their children, expectations that your siblings had met without a problem but ones that you had struggled with. You enjoyed your life. You had the kind of relationships you had always hoped for, you loved your job and you had the perfect balance of the two. But you could never shake the feeling that you had failed.

Your brother was a surgeon who always told you all stories of the lives he saved and the close calls he had swooped in to save people from. One of your sisters was some hot shot lawyer who had done great things like help people wrongly convicted but still put dangerous people back on the street. And your other sister was the CEO of an energy company that you never quite understood. They even all had equally successful partners who loved to talk about themselves as much as your siblings did. You didn't have any of that. But you did have Wanda.

Knowing the Avengers was the only thing about you your family took interest in. They were always subtly hinting at wanting to meet your friends. But you knew the Avengers had to endure enough fan service and didn't want to push your family onto them, especially with how annoying they all were.

However as your family's unrealistic expectations reached their all time high you were sure you wouldn't be able to handle another trip with them without a win, and you were far too petty to take the moral high ground and just not go. Not to mention that was a huge part of you that was dying to see what the Wanda girlfriend experience would entail. Yep, that was what you were asking of Wanda. To pretend to be your partner for the duration of the trip.

You knew it wasn't a smart choice. That if Wanda agreed your crush on her could get out of hand. You knew you would end up getting too caught up in the act. You could have, no - should have - asked Natasha or Yelena or even Carol if she was around. But your family knew you were the closest with Wanda and she would be the one it felt the most natural with, and the most believable. At least, that was what you told Wanda.

"When are you going?" You asked, changing the subject in hopes that Wanda wouldn't suddenly conclude she didn't want to do it (then you really would have to ask one of the others).

"Tomorrow." She answered, keeping her focused tone.

"When will you be back?" You attempted to keep the concern out of your voice but the glance the redhead gave you told you you hadn't done a good job.

"The day after." She said, softer this time. You nodded as you looked down at your lap and tried not to think about everything that could possibly go wrong on her mission.

"Be safe." Wanda strolled over to you and placed her hand gently ontop of yours and gave it a quick squeeze.

"Always."

"Got any plans Saturday night?" Natasha smirked knowingly at her friend as they preped for their mission.

"No." Wanda replied as she adjusted her earpiece.

"Nothing with y/n then?" Nat asked, partly genuinely but mostly knowing Wanda would still say no.

"Nope." She said again, biting the inside of her cheek in consideration before speaking again. "Not this Saturday."

Natasha raised an eyebrow in surprise and interest. Wanda rarely made any kind of special plans with you as you would always hang out casual and it was never anything fancy or different. She had always wanted to though.

"Plans for another time?" Nat continued as she double checked her pack.

"Maybe, I'm still thinking about it." The redhead turned fully to her friend at her words, confused at why Wanda was hesitant to spend time with you. "She wants me to go to the cabin with her and her family." Nat had heard all about the infamous cabin and your family.

"That sounds fun." Nat nodded. The cabin sounded fun. Your family did not.

"As her girlfriend." Nat's eyes widened excitedly but before she could speak Wanda clarified. "Her pretend girlfriend."

Nat paused and looked as though she was going to speak for several seconds until she stuck to just giving a confused look.

"Yeah." Wanda sighed. "Thinks it would seem impressive." Wanda had tried not to be hurt over that. She knew you weren't just friends with her to show her off to people, because you never did. But it hurt her to think the only time you could see her in a romantic way was when you were pretending.

"Well," Nat muttered as she adjusted the zip along the front of her catsuit. "Fake it till you make it." It was Wanda's turn to give Nat a questioning look. "Maybe it'll be an eye opener for her."

"You think I should do it?" She asked, fully open to hearing and accepting her friend and mentor's advice in that area.

"Definelty." Nat confirmed. She wasn't sure about it for the reasons she said though. Wanda's crush on you was obvious to everyone except you, just as it was vice versa.

You had been overjoyed when Wanda told you she would come with you to the cabin and play along as your girlfriend. She had told you when she came back from her mission, in fact it was the first thing she said after she had let herself into your appartment. It was never really brought up after that, but you couldn't deny you were incredibly anxious on the week leading up to the visit.

On the drive up to the cabin you and Wanda stayed in a comfortable silence most of the time, clearly both lost in thought. You had the radio on for background noise more than anything else, but you would occasionally lightly tap the steering wheel if there was a tune you recognised, oblivious to Wanda's acknowledging smiles.

"So what's the plan?" Wanda asked as she looked at you expectantly. Right, of course the Avenger wanted a strategy.

"Keep things simple, I guess. They know how we met already so we can just say at some point we took things a step further than friendship." Wanda didn't seem convinced at the simplicity of that. "Look they're not going to want to hear about us, not much at least. They prefer the sound of their own voices, they'll be trying to impress you is all."

"Impress me?" Wanda asked.

"Yeah, hope you warm up to them so one day they can invite you to their snobby parties." Wanda chuckled her heart warming laugh as she glanced out of the window, knowing there was a lot of truth to what you said.

"And what are those like?" She enquired curiously.

"I wouldn't know, I've never been invited." You said simply. You had gotten over that a long time ago, gotten used to being forgotten. Wanda clearly hadn't though.

"It will be an honour to turn them down." Wanda said. You shook your head and smiled at her. That did sound pretty nice.

When the cabin came into sight between the trees your nerves spiked. You figited in your seat and bit your lip when you saw some of your family gathered outside, their attention instantly on you. You shot Wanda a quick smile which she returned before you got out of the car.

"Y/n! So nice of you to come." You mum said as her eyes flickered to Wanda more than you. She opened her arms for the shortiest hug in human history before turning to Wanda. "You must be Wanda, we've heard so much." You mum insisted as she brought the redhead in for a hug too. She raised her eyebrows at you over your mum's shoulder and you bite back a laugh.

The others came over to greet you and mainly Wanda in a rush, overwhelming both of you.

"You two will be in the upstairs bedroom on the left." Your mum told you as you went to grab your bags. You did a double take, convinced you had heard her wrong. That was the best room in the house. A big difference from being in the small room in the basement every other time you had been there.

"First one on the left." Your dad confirmed. There was no way your parents were going to be in the basement so you wondered who else had been moved around but didn't ask, knowing whoever it was wasn't going to be happy.

You and Wanda made your way up to the room and you couldn't help but smile at the sight of the spacious room and the door you knew led to your en suite.

"That was...a lot." Wanda summarised as she said her bag under the bed.

"I would tell you it gets better but I don't want to get your hopes up." You sighed as you got a couple of things out.

"It's just a few days." Wanda said despite the fact you should have been assuring her.

"Yeah." You nodded and stared down at the floor. "Now c'mon." You suddenly said as you took ahold of Wanda's hand and laced your fingers together. You missed the startled blush that crept onto her cheeks when you turned around.

Your family were sat outside whispering amongst themselves when you returned. Their interested gaze fell to your entwined hands in an instant.

"So you work with the Avengers?" Your brother, Dalton, said as soon as you both sat down.

"I do, I'm one myself." Wanda said as she continued to hold onto your hand.

"Must be crazy, what are they like?" He enquired.

"They're good." Wanda said simply. Everyone clearly expected something more but Wanda pretended not to notice making you smile.

"I almost did business with Stark once, decided against it in the end." Claire announced proudly. You and Wanda exchanged knowing glances. Stark had told you all about his encounter with your sister, it definetly wasn't her turning him down.

"I was invited to one of his parties." Anna said quickly. "I was busy that night unfortunately."

Bull. Shit.

"Yes I remember working with Doctor Strange when he was still in the medical profession." You gave Wanda an I-told-you-so look as your family erupted into conversation over who had the most contact with the heroes. That had to be a new record of how quickly they started talking about themselves.

They continued like that until your mum called everyone in for dinner. The food smelt undeniably amazing as you took your place at the table next to Wanda and eyed the dishes infront of you. Your parents efforts to impress the redhead weren't all that bad.

Your family continued to catch up and and you and Wanda half listened as you ate. They were all doing as well for themselves as ever and still hadn't learnt any modesty.

Although you were proud of your siblings for what they had all achieved, Wanda had contained four potentially devastating bombs from going off in the space of half an hour a week before but she wasn't going to bring that up anytime soon. Eventually though, the attention turned to you to bring you out of your silence.

"And you're still working in that little café, y/n?" Your mum asked curiously.

"I own it, mum." You corrected quietly as you stabbed some pieces on your plate.

"Ah yes, quite the contrast though, isn't it. Between you two." She said as she pointed at you and Wanda with her fork. You didn't say anything to that because you felt there really wasn't anything to say in response. It wasn't like you hadn't thought that exact thing every now and then.

"The team loves it." Wanda said suddenly making everyone, including you, look at her in slight surprise from speaking up. It hadn't taken your family long to learn Wabda wasn't much of a talker, not to them anyway. You couldn't get her to shut up half the time. "At least one of us goes everyday. If we're lucky we all can. Nothing beats it." She defended simply before turning back to her food to show she wasn't going to say anymore. You smiled down at your plate at her words and the truth of them.

No one said anything in response, clearly shocked from this new information until Dalton spoke up.

"But doesn't Stark like fancy, top of the line, restaurants? I can't imagine him in some random coffee shop, no offence sis." He nodded towards you though you knew he didn't mean it. He couldn't let you have just one win.

"That random coffee shop has catered some of Stark's parties. Not that many though." A smug smile crept onto Dalton's face as he opened his mouth to make a snarky remark but Wanda cut him down again. "Because y/n's invited to the rest as a guest and a close friend." Your family stared at you with open mouths.

"You've been invited to Stark's parties?!" Anna exclaimed. In your defence, your family never wanted to hear about your life so you never got the chance to tell them anything.

"It's not really my crowd." You shrugged. "I just go to hang out with them after." Dalton's jaw clenched in annoyance and he didn't say anything for the rest of dinner. It was only really your mum who kept talking. Telling everyone about her latest travels that fell on death ears.

It was certainly a first for your family.

When everyone had finished their food you and Wanda excused yourselves and said goodnight before retiring to your room. Wanda shut the door gently as you collapsed onto the bed on your back and glared at the ceiling. The redhead shuffled around quietly to get her toothbrush and toothpaste and some other things you weren't really paying attention to and went into the bathroom.

When she came back out she was in her bedclothes and lifted your feet off the floor to turn you so you could fully lay on the bed. You smiled at her weakly.

"You should go get changed." Wanda said as she got her laptop out her bag. "Then you can pick a movie." She announced when she had gotten under the covers and started her laptop. You smiled more and nodded.

You tried not to think about your family and everything they had said at dinner as you got changed but it proved difficult. Everything they had said echoed around in your head but most of all you couldn't shake the disregarding ways they said it. It was as though you could do no right with them. Maybe they would never be proud no matter what you did.

You placed your toothbrush back I'm the holder and rinsed your mouth before heading back into the bedroom to an awaiting Wanda.

You got under the covers next to her and rested your head on her shoulder as you glanced at the Netflix screen and pointed to one of the comedy movies.

About ten minutes into the movie Wanda spoke. "You okay?" She whispered as she continued to look at the screen although that wasn't where her focus was.

"Yeah." You whispered back.

"You can talk to me." She said after a second." You moved your head away so you could see Wanda clearly.

"I'm so glad you're here." You said honestly. She smiled and nodded as her eyes searched yours.

"I'm glad I'm here too." You knew Wanda wasn't glad she had to spend the time with your family. She was glad that she could support you despite their efforts to bring you down. You were incredibly lucky to have her.

You rested your head back on her shoulder and neither of you spoke for the rest of the movie. Or the rest of the night. You must have fallen asleep about half an hour in.

Wanda was one of the most intimate people you had ever met. It was mainly something she aimed towards you and Natasha but didn't refrain from comforting others and giving hugs to anyone who would take one. She never held back at all with you, as far as you knew. But when you woke up and couldn't tell where your limbs started and Wanda's ended, you were still surprised to find yourselves like that. Butterflies flew around in your stomach in a way you knew was dangerous but couldn't help but love.

You were resting your head on her rising chest and had your arm slung across her stomach. Your legs were tangled together and her arms were holding onto your waist. A warmth spread through you and you decided to settle back into her hold and closed your eyes with a content smile.

You had about ten minutes to enjoy that before Wanda woke up. You could feel the moment she realized you were so close, she physically froze. You waited in anticipation for something for several moments until your friend very slowly unhooked her legs and guided your body to lay against the mattress and pillows as she slipped out of bed towards the bathroom.

You sighed when you heard the door close and rubbed your eyes slowly, knowing you should get up but wishing more than anything that you could return to how you woke up.

"Morning." Wanda croaked when she left the bathroom and saw you sitting up in bed.

"Morning." You said back with a smile and tried not to focus on how ridiculously attractive her voice sounded.

You gathered some random clothes into a bundle and went into the bathroom to change again and brush your teeth. When you came out Wanda was pulling her shirt over her head and gave you a generous view of her toned stomach. That training with Natasha really was paying off. Your face heated up when you saw it and you turned away to pretend you hadn't seen when Wanda noticed you.

"Don't make a sound." Wanda warned. You glanced up at her with some confusion. "I don't think your family's awake yet, that means we get the kitchen to ourselves." She grinned and you did too.

You and Wanda had gotten so used to getting up early for your jobs you forgot other people would still be sleeping. It was hard to break out of the habit but it proved useful.

The pair of you made a quick breakfast and ate it outside thanks to the warm weather even at that time. But soon enough your parents came downstairs and ruined the peaceful atmosphere with the clanging of pots and loud convosations.

You wandered around the side of the house and saw the old table tennis table that bad been folded away years ago and hadn't been set up since. You went over and started setting it up when Wanda joined you and eyed the table with a glimmer of mischief.

The redhead wasn't all that competitive, in fact you were pretty sure she let other people win games on the regular to make them feel better about themselves. But there was an undeniable spark of mischief in her eyes when she saw the table.

"You played this before?" You asked convosationally.

"I have." She said as you both automatically took up your positions of opposite ends of the table.

"Me too." You said confidently. "A lot." Wanda hummed in acknowledgment and swivelled her bat in her hand and stood ready. You smiled at her seriousness for the game.

You served surprisingly well for someone who hadn't played in a few years and Wanda was able to hit it back with ease. Once you had developed a steady pace you started hitting the ball more daringly to Wanda who was caught off guard before she started doing the same.

The moment you missed the ball a small smile tugged at the corner of Wanda's lips, her celebration was short lived when you suddenly sent the ball back her way until it was too late.

"That wasn't fair!" She exclaimed childishly.

"That was tables tennis." You said seriously but started smiling again.

Wanda huffed dramatically and flipped you off as she trudged back to the table and served the ball with force. You managed to send it back but took a step away from the table in caution.

You continued like that for a while. The competition tension rising as you picked up the pace, one of you occasionally getting a point before the other evened it out.

At one point you were vaguely aware of Dalton sauntering over to see what you were doing and arched his brow at the sight of the table.

"We still have this thing?" He questioned and you hummed quietly in response, too focused on the game.

"Hey Claire! Get over here, we're playing table tennis." You rolled your eyes at the intrusive and could sense Wanda refraining from doing the same until an idea popped into your head.

You caught the ball in your hand and smiled at Wanda's protests as you moved round to her side of the table just as your sister came out.

"I didn't even know we still had this." Claire laughed as she picked up another bat from the box.

"Maybe we should take it back with us." Wanda whispered to you and you bit your lip to contain your smile because yes, yes you should.

Inevitably, your siblings sucked at table tennis. You had suspected as much you just never thought they would be as bad as they were. They missed almost every hit and everytime they did they got increasingly angry, which meant they ended up flaring their arms around like idiots. It was a memory you would be sure to treasure.

"Stupid game" and "probably broken" kept echoing across the table until your siblings finally stormed off to throw a tantrum.

The rest of the day went by quietly. You and Wanda sat by the lake for most of the afternoon to enjoy the sun and heat. You reveled in the most recent memories of your siblings embarrassment and had to keep hushing down to childish whispered whenever one of them was nearby.

Surprisingly, dinner went by peacefully too.

You weren't asked anymore questions at the table. Instead, your family were content with talking about their upcoming plans between stealing glances at you and Wanda that the redhead never failed to notice.

The pair of you slipped off to your room the first moment you got and easily fell into bed besides one another. Wanda picked out a DVD from her bag of an old Sokovian show she used to watch as a child and had you hooked on as well as teaching you the language.

She settled down beside you and within the first few scenes she wrapped an arm around your shoulder so you could sink into her further like she did sometimes when you watched things together. You were barely paying attention to the series after that.

Despite trying to keep your focus on understanding what was happening in scenes of the show, you couldn't help but want to melt under the warmth of your best friend. You hoped it was something you got to experience more, you felt safer than you ever had in Wanda's arms.

Little did you know that having you in her arms was the most comforting feeling Wanda ever experienced and she always tried to do it as little as possible to refrain from falling for you more. It never worked.

You had thought waking up in Wanda's arms the morning before had been the best thing to awake to. But that day when you woke up not only were your legs tangled together again but the redhead was slowly stroking your hair while your head rested on her chest.

It was a gradual gesture that maintained a perfect rhythm and made you want to fall back asleep. But you were afraid you would mistake it for a dream later on. No, it was definitely real.

Luckily, your head was already tilted upwards slightly so when you secretly opened your eyes to risk a peek at your friend you saw her staring out the window as though she was in a trance. She was clearly so deep in thought she hadn't noticed you wake up, you had never seen her like it. But the feeling was too good to ignore, too compelling.

Soon enough, you found yourself drifting off back to sleep.

When you woke up again Wanda was gone. Her absence left an emptiness you knew wasn't good for you. As the days of your visit went on your fake relationship with Wanda was going to effect you even more when it was over.

Over...you couldn't think about that.

Once you got up and got changed you found Wanda in the kitchen looking at the news on her phone as she sipped her coffee.

"Morning, honey." You grinned. Wanda blushed slightly into her coffee, something you thought was undeniably adorable.

"Morning yourself." She tried to play off smoothly making you grin more.

You made breakfast for you both just as your mum came into the kitchen and greeted you both with an overplayed smile, already talking to Wanda about an upcoming party that she should go to. Wanda mumbled something about a busy schedule as you managed to whisp her away outside with your food.

Eventually, you and Wanda became bored with sitting around in the house when you had such amazing surroundings on your doorstep. You declared that you were going on a walk with the redhead and left before any of your family could invite themselves to go with you. Especially as you had told your friend to wear her swimwear underneath her clothing as you had a surprise for her.

You made a point of holding Wanda's hand as you left and once you were far away from the house went to take it back only for her to hold on tighter.

"You never know where they could be lurking." She joked as an excuse, so you starting swinging your arms playfully as to assure her you wanted your hands to stay linked together too.

You spent hours in those woods and was thankful for having a spy best friend who of course knew to pack the essentials like food and drinks so you could stay away from the house as long as you wanted.

The redhead brought so much you were able to have a small picnic on top of a hill that overlooked the large lake that stretched out all the way back to the house. You remembered thinking up stories as to explain the strange shape and curves to it as a child.

"It's beautiful here." Wanda said as she picked some grapes from the bunch between you.

"It is." You agreed with a fond smile.

"I used to want to live in a place like this." She muttered, sparking your interest.

"In the woods?" You asked curiously and she nodded.

"I thought I could retire to the woods and get a small cabin and I could grow my own food and that was all I needed." You hummed with a smile as you studied Wanda's features.

"Sounds lonely." You thought aloud.

"I'd have a cat." She said simply making you laugh. "I never used to think that but now when it crosses my mind and I picture that life... I picture someone else there with me." You knew she was imagining it as she spoke and you wished you could see exactly what it was she wanted.

"We could always downgrade the holiday house." You half joked as you nodded in the vague direction of the house. "Make it a simple cabin."

"We?" Wanda asked hopefully, the emotion clear before she had a chance to conceal it.

"There's no one I'd rather run away and live in the forest with." You joked although there was a lot of truth to your words. The redhead considered you for a while before smiling and nodded as though she had reached her own internal conclusion.

"Come on." You said suddenly as you stood up and dusted yourself off.

"You want to go back?" Wanda asked and you grinned.

"I'm going to show you that surprise." You declared and packed the remaining food away. Wanda did the same, eager to see the surprise you kept secret the whole way.

It was quite a way back to the house. The whole time Wanda kept asking more questions about it but you wouldn't say. She could only make guesses based on the swim wear which should have left only a few options, non of which she got right.

Finally, you arrived where you wanted to and grinned at Wabda before starting towards the edge. The redhead frowned as she watched you approach the ledge and became worried when she invisioned the steep slope that didn't always lead to water straight down. If you were to fall... your friend didn't have to wait long to see that. You slipped along the edge and disappeared from her view as she gave a startled cry and sprinted towards the edge and knelt over with wide eyes, expecting to see something that could haunt her forever but instead she saw you on a wide ledge but seven feet below her.

To your left was part of the ledge that had been dug into randomly and acted as perfect aid to get back into the woods above.

"Come down here." You beckoned as you starter to take your top off. Wanda's eyes widened more and quickly turned around and dropped down next to you steadily.

She glanced over the side of the small ledge to glance at the fifty foot drop into the water. There was nothing in the way to fall onto but there was no telling how deep that water was.

"You can't go in like that." You laughed as you kicked off your shorts and pushed them to the side.

Wanda's face heated up at the sight of you in your y/f/c bikini as you assessed the view. But even in her flustered state she was able to put it all together.

"You want to jump down there?" She exclaimed making you laugh.

"I've done it tones of times." You assured. "It's fun."

"It's a death wish! What if the waters not deep enough?" She questioned making you laugh more.

"Are you scared, Wan?" You teased as you took a step towards her making her avert her eyes from your form. She scoffed to play it off.

"Of course not." You hummed in faux belief.

"Well then I'll see you down there." You grinned and took a couple of steps back until your feet were no longer on the platform and you were plummeting down towards the water where you landed with a splash.

Wanda held her breath as she waited for you to resurface for a few agonising seconds. When you did with a gasp and started kicking around frantically to keep yourself afloat with your built up adrenaline the redhead sighed in relief and started taking off her own shorts and shirt and placed them next to your things.

You've jumped from higher. She told herself as she rocked on her feet. And you have powers! She argued back before she shoved those thoughts aside and threw herself off the ledge and into the water below. You laughed as she came back up and pushed her hair away from her way. You swam closer to her and saw her wide smile.

"Fuck." Wanda whispered with a laugh as she looked back up from where you had both come.

"Told you it was fun." You teased as you tried not to focus on the low cut on her bikini bra.

"Yeah yeah." She laughed and paused when she looked past you and saw you were surprisingly close to the house. She could see the outline of your family sat outside.

"They're looking." Wanda muttered. You could tell by the look on her face who she was talking about. It wasn't like there was anyone else around either.

"Do you think they've caught on?" You asked nervously as you stared at Wanda's brown eyes to stop you looking at your family.

"Maybe..." She considered and glanced around. "It's not like we've been acting like that much of a couple." You scoffed at that.

"At home everyone assumes we're dating and the one time we need it be believable it isn't." You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile.

"I know." Wanda laughed for a second but then paused. "Then let's give them something believable." She gently placed both her hands on your waist and pulled you slowly towards her. You let her guide you and took extra notice of the water droplets across her face. You almost trembled when your bare stomachs pressed together in the water lightly.

Wanda's soft hands left your waist and gripped your thighs to pull you up to wrap your legs around her own waist. You couldn't help but giggle at the gesture as you wrapped your arms around the redhead's neck and held onto her waist with your legs in a lock.

"Can I?" Wanda whispered when she lifted your chin with her finger and her other hand came round the back of your neck.

"Just shut up and kiss me." You demanded with a playful smile and leaned in to do it yourself.

You smiled into the kiss and felt Wanda do the same. It was everything you had ever imagined it to be. Her lips were soft and fell into place perfectly against your own as they moved together. Your mind was hazey and your stomach was doing flips at the realisation that you were actually kissing your long time crush. You forced yourself to remember that it was all a show. That Wanda didn't mean it. But she put on a believable act and kissed passionately, even slipping her tongue through your parter lips to explore your mouth further.

When she eventually pulled away you rested your foreheads together to catch your breath and grinned as you closed your eyes.

"You're a really good kisser." You blurted out making Wanda chuckle.

"Not too bad yourself." She teased.

"I hope not, we're gonna have to do that again." You smiled and instantly realized that sounded like a confession you desperetly wished you could claim. "You know because...Once probably wasn't enough to make it entirely believable." You rambled and Wanda nodded somewhat stiffly and let your legs drop back down. You wanted to say something to her, anything but it was all stuck on the tip of your tongue.

Just as you opened your mouth to speak, a small murmurarion of starlings flew across the lake, some of them skimming the water then gaining height again as they got closer to you and Wanda. You both ducked instinctively as they flew over your heads and off towards the forest again as you watched them in awe until they disappeared. You glanced up at the sky and noticed the sun had gone behind a cloud, ableing you to continue looking up at the other birds higher up.

You kicked your legs up slightly so you could lay on your back and outstretch your arms to keep you afloat in the water so you could stare up at the sky without hurting your neck.

You didn't realise Wanda mimicked you until her hands brushed against yours. She withdrew it as soon as you touched and went to murmmer an apology but you smiled and held onto her hand as you both lay watching the birds.

Neither of you had to say anything. It was a comfortable and peaceful silence that was occasionally filled with birds chirping or the sound of a calm breeze. Of all the things you expected to feel on that trip, relaxed was not one of them.

You stayed like that for a while until you were both snapped out of your daydreams by the distant yell that declared dinner. Well, you had to go back to them eventually.

Both of you took your time swimming back to dry land and only felt a shiver when you left the water and the breeze hit you. Wanda spotted and reached the towels before you and wrapped yours around you tightly. You thanked her with a small blush as you both sauntered up to the house where the mouthwatering smell of a barbecue greeted you. Your dad was leaning over it while shooing your brother away as he tried to offer his 'help'.

You and Wanda went inside to change swiftly and came back outside as the food was being placed on plates and your mum finished setting up the buffet. Everyone starter helping themselves and you piled as much food as you could onto the plate. You parents had asked what food Wanda liked and when you gave them a brief list you added in a few things you knew you both loved.

"You gonna eat all that?" Anna asked as she eyed all the food on your plate. Guilt and insecurities washed over you until Wanda purposefully grabbed a large handful of small sausage rolls and put them on her plate that was piled with a considerable amount more food than your own. You smiled at the reassuring gesture as she sat down with a satisfied grin on her face when she saw Anna close her mouth to stay quiet.

"Thanks." You whispered to her as you sat down.

"If you don't eat all that I will." She declared. You were pretty sure she went back for seconds.

Instead of disappearing back to your room like you did the previous nights, you and Wanda stayed with your family for a while after dinner. It wasn't to do with their company, more the mesmerising fire in the firepit you all sat around. You were cuddled up into Wanda's side with a blanket over both of you as you stared at the flames, smiling at their small flickers and dances.

"So Wanda," one of your sisters began, "are any of the other Avengers...you know." She nodded her head in the direction of you both.

Oh boy you though.

"I don't think it's my place to say." Wanda said because yes, a lot of the Avengers were queer.

"Oh come on, you can tell us." Anna encouraged as she sat forward eagerly.

"I could, but I'm not going to." Wanda continued to defy.

"Lay off it guys." You mumbled but was ignored. Your family took it in turns saying her teammates names in hopes of sparking a reaction, clearly forgetting they were facing someone who had been trained by Natasha Romanoff.

"Stark!" Claire said but was instantly shut down by the others.

"He's married!" Dalton objected.

"Could still be bi though." Claire tried but Dalton just scoffed.

"I suppose there's going to be more surprises."

"What does that mean?" Wanda asked with narrowed eyes, feeling protective of her teammates. Dalton met her gaze with his own challenging one.

"I just never thought one of the Avengers would be a dyke." You felt Wanda stiffen as you all held your breath. There was no way to tell what was going through the redhead's mind, especially as after all those years of friendship you still didn't even know what team she batted for. She was an ally at least, but would she see this as her battle to fight?

Upon getting no reaction, Dalton continued. "It makes sense why you'd hang out with y/n though, we always knew something was wrong with her but-"

"That's enough." Your mum snapped with a guilty expression she failed to mask. You swallowed hard and moved to get up, deciding you had heard enough.

"Then you're idiots." Wanda stated as she glared daggers at your brother while you sunk down.

"I'll have you know I have a doctorate-"

"Your idiots." She repeated. "There's nothing wrong with y/n, which is impressive considering she's grown up around you lot." You looked at your friend in awe as she continued.

"She's the most amazing person I've ever known, including any of the Avengers. She's everything that you're not and I'm lucky to call her my girlfriend. It doesn't matter what any of you think of her, I love her and I always will." She declared as shot daggers at each individual family member who had fallen silent. She took your hand and pulled you up from your seat to take you inside.

You couldn't get her saying she loved you out of your head. You reminded yourself over and over again on the way to your room that it was just an act. That the redhead was making her point. But God, how you wished it was real.

She was so gentle with you as she guided you through the house. When you got to your room and broke down sobbing she held you on the bed for a long time until your cries turned to sniffles. The thing was, you weren't sure what you were crying over. Sure, what Dalton had said had hurt. As did the confirmation that your whole family had always looked down on you. But you had known that was the case for a long time, you had moved on from it.

Instead, you may have being crying over what you didn't know and didn't have. How much of what Wanda said was true? It was all based off of something that wasn't real. What if she saw you the same way your family did?

When you stopped crying you became aware of Wanda gently stroking your hair as she rested her head on yours and held you close to her. You remembered the memories you had accumulated over the past few days with her. The kisses, the hand holding, the nights together, how she stood up for you like no one ever had. You loved her so much.

"I think we should go tomorrow." Wanda mumbled and you nodded into her shoulder.

"I'm not going to leave you though, you know that right? You can stay at mine and we'll watch more of those crappy American movies you like." She mocked lightly making you chuckle against her. "Whatever you want."

"I just want you." You said honestly. You knew you shouldn't have said that, but you were too emotionally drained to care.

"I just want you too, y/n." You pulled away from the redhead to look at her clearly.

"I don't think you know what I mean." You sniffed and she smiled at you fondly.

"I mean what I said earlier, around the fire." Your eyes widened slightly and you held your breath.

"It was all an act though." You whispered and Wanda chuckled as she exhaled sharply.

"No y/n." "I think I am inlove with you." She said as she took ahold of your hand and searched your face for any signs of a reaction to her confession.

"Me?" You questioned, not quite believing it.

"Yes you, idiot." You smiled and sighed in relief, not being able to find the words to express your overflowing happiness and numerous other emotions you couldn't quite pinpoint. You let go of Wanda's hand and brought them both up to cup her cheeks. You had done a lot more handholding than kissing in the previous few days. It needed to be evened out.

You closed the gap between you and kissed Wanda with just as much passion as you had in the lake, except all hesitation and questions were gone. Because you knew she loved you. Oh God she loved you. You grinned into the kiss at the thought and felt her hand fall to your hip while the other caressed the side of your neck in the most gentle manner you had ever seen from her.

When you eventually pulled away you rested your forehead against hers, a smile still playing on both your lips.

"Told you we'd have to do that again." You said and and laughed. "I love you too."

"Well I hoped that wasn't a pity kiss." She joked and you smacked her arm playfully.

"It definetly was not and I'll prove it to you by taking you on a date when we get back." You promised as you sat back to look at her clearly.

"Oh yeah?" She asked with a playful smirk and leaned over so her face was inches away from yours.

"Yeah." You said back.

"Well until then, my real girlfriend should definetly just keep kissing me." She said as she pushed you down gently and kissed you again. You smiled against her gleefully.

"Your girlfriend would love to."

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