#YOU WEAR FINE THINGS WELL THE EPIC COMEBACK ????

[blackbeard-babygirl]

EP 6 HAS BEEN WATCHED I CAN BARELY CONTAIN ANY COHERENT THOUGHTS. AM HAPPY

#LUCIUS X MARRIAGE ???? #ANOTHER GENTLEBEARD KISS ??? #YOU WEAR FINE THINGS WELL THE EPIC COMEBACK ???? #STEDE BECOMING A BETTER CAPTAIN ????? #IZZY TEACHING HIM ??? AND BEING PROUD OF HIM?? ? #LUCIUS LEARNING TO COPE W TRAUMA ??“!$( #THE CREW BEING HAPPY ???(wrong but happy lol) #THID SHOW KEEPS DELIVERING 🙏🏻 NONSTOP #JENKINS I LOVE YOUR BRAIN #AAAAAAAAAAAAAKBDJDGSHDVDBKFLFID #HAND HOLDING #AAAAAA #(bruh im gonna get kicked out of the fandom for screaming too much 🤣🤣🤣) #ofmd s2 spoilers

[wizkiddx]

hiiiii i love your stuff - could u do one where the readers ill but they have stuff to do and tom has to look after her. maybe if they were just friends before too but both pining? thankuuuuuuuuu

should I be writing this instead of revising? clearly fucking not. Did I make this little blurb req ridiculously long purely to procrastinate? Of fucking course.

but also this was v cute! I assumed u meant famous!reader, sorry if that's not what u were after at all anon x

summary: Tom Holland turns into the readers knight in shining armour when they get ill during promo

warnings: fainting / feeling ill

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It couldn’t be today. Of all days, why today? You’d been at home for two weeks doing absolutely nothing, before this trip. And yet it’s when your itinerary is packed to the brim, people moving heaven and earth just speak to you. Two weeks of unrelenting press for Marvels next big ensemble movie. 

Your manager was speaking to you, reeling off a run down of todays activities but instead of listening you nodded along blankly - head rather cloudy with this heavy mist that was not shaking off, no matter how hard you tried. 

“You got that Y/n/n?” Lucy pointedly spoke, eyes almost physically knocking you backwards as if her eyeliner was battery rams. Fumbling with your thoughts, your answer wasn’t particularly cohesive earning you just a disappointed head shake. 

“I um… yeh I think. Who-who did you say I was paired up with?” 

“Y/n please for the love of god. Tom, like I said the past fifty times.” And to be fair to Lucy she wasn’t wrong. It was the first major major promo tour for the both of you and after just two days so far - you were both exhausted. She was more than allowed to be a bit short tempered. 

“But we-we hardly know each other? The chemistry won’t be there and-“

“As I said, I tried to re-jig it but Kevin is of the mind that acting is your job.” Her tone was sharp but as she glared across the opposing seats, in the little mini van Marvel had hired for you as transportation, her eyes softened. Lucy had been so wrapped up in her own stress she may have overlooked quite how gingerly you were sitting. By the time she had arrived at the hotel, your stylist had already managed to half save your ghoulish looking face, with sunken under eyes and tired skin, so it wasn’t so blatantly obvious how crap you were feeling.  “Is everything okay with you?” 

It felt pretty puny to say that the jet lag from flying to Tokyo had been weighing you down further than you wanted, or that the local cuisine top chefs had kindly prepared for you last night wasn’t siting well in your stomach. To be honest, even you thought it was just your body being a bit overdramatic. So in response, you put on your best happy-go-lucky face feigning a smile.

“No no I’m fine, just want to give the best interviews I can and you know…. I’m awkward as hell as it is, then pair me with the most talented actor that I share about two minutes of screen time with…it’ll be interesting.” 

The way Lucy reacted with a weird slow nod, eyebrows furrowed, meant it was quite apparent you had perhaps overplayed that one. Had you not been so over the day before it even began, you would’ve tried again to give a more believable act. But as you were, you turned your attention back out to the bustling streets of Tokyo and the high rise buildings bordering each pavement. 

You didnt have a problem with Tom, far from it in fact. Tom was hilarious and the times you had met him, you’d both built up this weird and sarcastic competitiveness with each other. It was a game of who could get the last laugh, each of you pushing each other with the Mickey taking just a little further. Of course, not in a malicious way, just the way you’d both lived pretty similar but parallel careers - when everyone drew comparisons between the both of you, it was nice to make it a joke. 

Like Tom you’d also started out on stage, had a ‘big break’ movie as a kid and then spent your teenage years on and off film sets - till marvel happened. Then everything blew up to epic proportions, changing your life forever. Actually, it was so similar to Tom’s story, plus the fact you were also from the south west of the UK. It was bizarre your paths hadn’t crossed more - He probably could’ve been a useful ally in the the whole ‘becoming famous’ thing. 

And yet, you could probably count on two hands the amount of conversations you’d had with him. 

Now that, that was the issue. Right from the beginning you learn what the press want and when you are publicising a movie you cater into it too. They’d all be asking for the insider scoop on set; what pranks you’d pulled on each other; what was the most annoying thing about each other. Which is hard if you’d only had 5 or 6 days actually on set together. 

By the time the cab had wormed its way through the Tokyo traffic and you arrived at the PR hotel, it was already 9:30 - making you 15 minutes late (blame it on the traffic). Instantly then you were ushered straight to the interview room for the evening, no chance of green room chat or grabbing a drink before. The place was stuffy, everything was draped with black curtains except the poster board that Tom was already sitting infront of. 

He’d scrubbed up well, no doubt about it. He was wearing statement-ish burgundy suit trousers, teamed with a black knitted but collared shirt thing - that was clearly tailor made for the man. As soon as he noticed you scurry into the room, his face broke out into a warm smile, jumping up to greet you in a friendly hug. It was brief, and as you pulled back you accidentally bumped your head on one of the overhanging lights. No doubt someone had spent a ridiculous amount of time configuring them so they were positioned perfectly, which you had just ruined with your big head. 

“Oh shit!” Tom just laughed in response, shaking his head slightly as he lead you the two steps across to your pre-positioned seats. 

“Making an entrance as always I see!”

“Yeh, you know me, a bit of chaos just to keep everyone on their toes.”

“Oh is that why you’re ‘fashionably late’” With a playful wiggle of his eyebrows, you just rolled your eyes, fidgeting on the chair to find a position that didnt aggravate  your stomach so much.

“I’m ready now though! What did I miss? Just having to pretend to be your friend for 15 minutes?” You stressed the words as though the thought of conversation with Tom was the absolute worst thing in the world - which you definetly didnt think. Scowling like you’d insulted his dog Tessa, it was almost visible how the cogs were turning in his head looking for a comeback. Unfortunately for him though, he was quickly shut up but the organiser bringing the first interviewer in . 

For what would, no doubt, be a long day. 

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Everything had started off so well, the banter was flowing between you and Tom, no major spoilers revealed that meant Marvel would have to make the journalist disappear. It was once you hit an hour of back-to-back interviews that everything started to crack bit. Because yes, it had only been an hour but that was enough to exhaust you on this particular day. When Tom joked around you got slower and slower, similarly the  energy was zapped from your own answers. It’s not very compelling when someone says ‘you have to watch this movie’ in a monotonous voice with sullen eyes. 

As the interviewers were swapping in and out, Tom actually lightly nudged your shoulder.

“Everything alright? We’re trying to sell tickets and you’ve got a face like thunder.”

“Oh no-no sorry I just, I-um.”

“You want some water?” Now looking at your with more concerned eyes, as if he was just nervous he’d actually offended you for calling you a boring bastard. And you would’ve picked up on it and alleviated his concerns, if it weren’t for the fact your eyes were glued on the water bottle he was holding out to you. You were thirsty. You knew that, that wasn’t the conundrum. What you weren’t so sure about was whether your stomach would accept it, or more violently reject it. In a very non ‘we’re-trying-to-sell-a-movie’ style. 

But the lightheaded fogginess in your brain won out, as you nodded jerkily, taking the bottle and taking a little swig - too cautious to take anymore. 

Now concerned with how Tom thought you were being a Debby-downer too, you managed to perk yourself up for the next four interviews. They were easy, asking questions without any activity and though you did rely on Tom beefing out and adding to your answers, it was okay. Then the next interviewer came in, who you recognised as being from the BBC, Ali Plumb, that had interviewed you a number of times. From the way Tom jumped up to give him afirendly bro-hug, you guessed he also was familiar with him. As soon as he took a seat the cameras were already flashing with the red light, demonstrating his 7 minutes had already started. 

“Guys! It’s been a while.” 

“How are you Ali?” You started it off with the pleasantries, Tom echoing, before the speccy dirty-blonde asked his first question. 

“So the last time I spoke to you guys the universe was in chaos, Peter Parkers on the run and Aurora Blake was trying to strip her own powers, so I guess my first question is how are you both doing? We can use this as a therapy session if you guys need.” His very typical nerdy joke made Tom laugh, nodding as he leaned forward and repositioned a bit. 

You didn’t share the same humour though, more focused on this invisible blanket of stuffiness that seemed to have been thrown on top of you. It made you feel groggy, incredibly hot and so unbelievable nauseous. The lights weren’t helping either, it felt like you were pouring with sweat from your forehead. You thought Tom was answering Ali, even if you couldn’t really hear  - everything had merged into a deafening roar. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, unconsciously making you fumble yourself to standing, desperate to get somewhere with fresh air. The last thing you saw before your vision tunnelled into darkness was Tom, reaching out to try and catch you. 

Because next thing you knew, you were on the floor, wires from all the cameras and lights digging into your back as you looked up to see Tom on one side and Lucy on the other - both wearing a similarly panicked expression. You knew you hadn’t been out long, seconds if that, going by the fact everyone else was in the ‘oh my god’ phase of panic. It was a bit weird how calm you where, but then again all your life you’d been the ‘class fainter’. Waking up on the floor was something you were long since used to. 

“Y/n? You awake?” Rather stating the obvious Tom asked the question as you bent your head up - allowing you sight of all the concerned facing oggling you. With a defeated sigh, you flopped your head back. 

“If this is a dream then it’s a real bloody nightmare.” This time Tom didnt seem to appreciate your joke, looking at you without almost dumbfounded eyes, as you blinked repetitively and groaned. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Lucy appeared to want to lecture you, which to be honest wasn’t the most time appropriate. You were still on the floor, legs crumpled up under you, so ignored her. Instead you pulled yourself up into a sitting position, taking a moment to blink away the blotchy haze that threatened to takeover your vision once again, whilst the pair above you both cautiously rested their palms on each of your shoulders -trying to be useful. The room still felt cramped and stifling, as everyone around were no doubt looking at you. 

It took a few minutes but your body seemed to get over itself, sitting up normally and trying to make small talk with Ali - who, by the way, was still sat awkwardly in the chair. Still nestled on the floor, your back up against the chair you had been siting on as you raved with Ali of the Harry Potter theatre show. In a natural lull in conversation, Tom perked up - from the door where he’d been muttering with the organiser as Lucy bit her nails nervously. 

“Y/n you need to go home.” 

All of you knew what Tom said was impossible. Not being egotistical, but you were too important. Although you hadn’t been paying masses of attention for Lucy’s run down of your itinerary - you knew it was packed. 

So you just looked up and rolled your eyes at Tom, earning yourself a strong glare, before locking the organiser in eye contact.

“How many have we got till lunch?” 

“Um this gent here” He gesturned toward Ali, who was almost squirming in his seat now “then two more.”  

“And then lunch?” 

“Yes, then you have a personal appearance at a dinner, so transport will be coming to pick you both up.” This poor guy seemed obsessed with the clock and his timetable, looking at your with a mixture of panic and frustration. You should know this stuff, you should’ve listened to Lucy. 

“How fars the drive?” 

“At this time probably an hour and a half.” 

The plan was clear in your head, you’d sort yourself out in the car and be fully fine by the afternoon and evening engagements. Plus you felt almost fine now. So with a sigh, you hauled yourself up onto the chair, patting for Tom to sit back down. 

“It’s half an hour and then I’ll sort myself out at lunch - come on their waiting.” The way Lucy pouted showed she disagreed somewhat, except a stern look kept her from protesting, as Tom walked toward you. 

“Are you sure you don’t loo-“

“Let me stop you before you insult my appearance.” Snickering slightly at his worried face, you laughed it off , knocking his side with a gentle murmur of ‘don’t worry about me’. 

In fact after that little episode you did feel a little recovered, which meant you were properly noticing the change in the boy sat next to you. Throughout the remaining three interviews he’d done a complete 360 from earlier. Rather than trying to get little digs at you, he had become fiercely protective - jumping in if a questions wasn’t particularly appropriate or relevant to the movie ( meaning when an awfully crap man asked what underwear you’d been able to wear in your suit) ; taking the heat of the conversation as well as just watching you like a hawk. Each time you answered his beady brown eyes were watching you from the side, you got the impression it wasn’t only just because of the risk of spoilers. 

Quite remarkably, you survived the rest of the day pretty well, after a power nap in the car on the way over - even if it was a bit difficult when you had your manager watching you like a hawk from the seat across. It was as if Lucy had never seen anyone ill before, she seemed concerned that you were going to spontaneously stop breathing and die at any point. 

Though by the time all the official business at the dinner was done, your body and willpower had reached the end of their tether. You and Tom were both on a round table, surrounded by 6 CEOs and execs of what seemed to be a multimillion pound business enterprise. With the language barrier meaning you had to speak through the two people on the table who were fluent in both japanese and English, the conversation was already pretty jilted. Though to be fair, the six did seem to be enjoying the evening - something you werent able to reciprocate. Thankfully, five minutes after the main course dishes had been collected, Tom spoke up from his position opposite you.

“This has been lovely and we really appreciate your time and generosity but me and Y/n have a really early start tomorrow so I think we should probably get back to the hotel.” You swore in that moment you could’ve kissed him, and it looked like Tom could tell - by the way your shoulders sagged and you let out an exhale of pure relief. Apparently even if you’d managed to convince the hosts you were enjoying the evening, Tom easily saw through the performance. After some hurried goodbyes, Tom led you out of the hall with his hand hovering over your lowerback, trying to make sure your exit was as discreet as possible. 

Away from the bubble of chatter and activity, in the deserted hallway, Tom stopped you - lightly holding both hands on each of your arms. 

“Wheres your team?” 

“Um Luce is back at the hotel, she was trying to see if she could reschedule any of my stuff tomorrow.” You winced at the way he sighed, realising you were all on your own in some random business event hall in Tokyo.

“Harry -my brother- is waiting in the car at the front - is that okay?”

“No Tom, don’t worry abo-“

“Yeh well I am and I think you feel ten times worse than you’re letting on.” He spoke harshly, like a school teacher telling you off - except the hint of a kind smile at the end was a dead giveaway. 

“You sure?” 

With a relieved nod (Tom had thought you might be a bit more stubborn - you obviously were really really ill) he wordlessly shrugged his suit jacket off, wrapping it round your shoulders. He muttered something about not wanting you to catch a chill but to be quite honest you were a bit distracted by the woody cedar smell of Toms aftershave that enveloped your senses. Maybe it wasn’t so bad being fussed on by him? To be fair he wasn’t wrong either, you were in a strapless evening dress - you would’ve preferred to be in joggers, but Marvels press team had other ideas. 

After a quick pit stop at the toilets, the two of you managed to make an unnoticed escape out the building - into a big SUV which had seconds prior pulled up onto the steps. You literally melted into the nearest window seat, body hunching over as you probably crumpled Tom’s jacket beyond belief. 2 seats along from you, a frizzy haired boy gave you a sympathetic smile, which you returned weakly whilst muttering a ‘hi’. Meanwhile, Tom pulled the sliding door shut, sitting across from you. 

“Oh Y/n this is Harry and Harry this is Y/n.” In unison both of you replied with an ‘I know’ eye roll. Your response was somewhat more shocking to both Holland boys, you could tell from the way they had this whole nonverbal conversation with their eyes - they were very clearly brothers. Needing to explain you continued. “I like to keep tabs on my castmates, I’ve seen you on Toms instagram.” That had both boys smirking, Harry presumably just because you knew who he was; Tom more smugly, you’d just given away you slightly stalked him on instagram. 

Silence reigned for a moment, as the driver put his foot down slightly. 

“How you doing?” Tom asked. 

“Mhm…” you thought for a second, how to eloquently describe the sensation. 

“shit.” 

Both boys chuckled a little and even though you had closed your eyes in an attempt to dull the throbbing behind your temples, you could feel the eyes on you. 

“You want the music off?” Harry asked, referring to the indie-rock coming quietly out the speakers of his laptop, which was resting on his lap. With a shake of your head you refused, even if really silence probably would help your head, you were already causing the two Hollands enough trouble - no need to bore them during the journey back into central Tokyo, especially when you weren’t the most enthusiastic company ever. 

Thankfully the music stayed on a low volume, whilst the car seemed to settle into a comfortable silence. With a long exhale you fluttered your eyes open, seeing Tom focused on his phone, before you rested the side of your head against the black-out glass. Taking some relief from the cool glass, you huddled further into the corner of the car against the door.

Floating in the space between sleep and wakefulness, you were kind of aware of your head occasionally bobbing and jerking about - but really didn’t have the energy or willpower to do anything about it. Instead, the thing that perked your attention was hearing some supposed-whispering from inside the body of the car.

“I know she said she didn’t care but she was clearly lying-“ 

“Like you know! You’ve been desperate to try and spend some time with Y/n- maybe you poisoned her just so you could be all knight-in-shini-“

“Turn. The. Music. Off.” Tom sounded scathing now, and with a grumble from your other-side the cheery drum beats ceased.

“Happy now?” …and Harry was sarcastic. 

“Swap places with me.”

“What?”

“Just do it.”

“Why?”

“So she can lie down.” 

“Well no because you would still be in the way if we swapped.”

“Yeh but she can lie on my lap idiot.”

“She can lie on me.”

“She doesn’t know you!”

“Well for 1, barely ten minutes ago she said she did know me. And 2, she doesn’t know you any better!”

If this was their version of whispering, you would love to hear what volume ‘shouting’ was. There was no reply for a short while, you imagined the two brunettes locked in some intense staring match.The next time Tom spoke he sounded more defeated - almost begging. 

“If I admit you beat me at the driving range the other day will you-” 

“I KNEW IT!” Harry yelped, the volume making you jerk, eyes flying open before reflexively closing because the light was too bright. There was a little mutter of an apology, then silence again. 

Once agin you must’ve drifted off because it felt like absolutely no time had passed when a firm but gently hand on your shoulder nudged you awake. 

Sure enough the boys had swapped position, Tom now sitting along the seat from you, Harry looked a little sulky from across the way. It was Tom who was reaching over, a gentle and peaceful smile on his face.

“You wanna lie down? Don’t want you to strain your neck.” He wasn’t wrong, adding to the throbbing headache, the cloudiness in your brain and the unsettled feeling in your stomach… now your neck hurt. Just bloody great. 

Had you been your normal witty and perceptive self, you might’ve teased Tom as to why him and his brother had done a switch - but everything hurt and all you wanted to do was sleep for a hundered years. So with squinting eyes you jerkily nodded, missing how Tom chuckled to himself. The guy undid your seatbelt, then sat back to let you balance the back of your head on his thigh, looking up at the roof of the SUV. Already your eyes were closed again, you kicked off your slip-on heels and bent your legs up to lean against the backrest - occupying the position you had been sat in before hand. You felt his hands reposition the jacket, pulling it round so it was now like a blanket tucked under your chin. 

To be fair it was much more comfortable than sitting up and you weren’t even aware of how quickly you dropped back into sleep. 

Though it wasn’t quick enough to miss Harry’s very sulky sounding comment, presumably meant only for Tom’s ears. 

“Still think you’re being fucking creepy bro.” 

<33 lemme know what u think! (would make me feel less guilty for not doing all the work I rlly should be doing aha)

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[calaofnoldor]

Sixth Time’s the Charm [1]

Characters: Sam x F!Reader, Dean, OCs

Words: 1,550

Series Summary: All the times Dean has tried to get Sam to admit his feelings for you.

Chapter Summary: Dean asks you to flirt with a cop for info. Sam is not pleased.

Warnings: jealous!sam, protective!sam, huffy!sam, badass!reader, exasperated squirrel, mutual pining, idiots in love, tropesss

A/N: this is part one of a six-part mini series that is essentially an amalgamation of all the jealous/protective tropes. sorry not sorry?

MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST

The first time was an impromptu experiment. Of course, Dean already knew Sam had a crush on you; he raised the kid for crying out loud. That and the way Sam had stumbled over his own tongue and feet the first time they encountered you (and nearly every time thereafter) made it quite obvious to everyone… well, except you, apparently. Regardless, Dean figured it was just the case of a simple crush and poor Sammy being unable to match his finesse with the ladies.

So when the three of you came across a sleazy police captain, who was in no way shy about having the hots for you, during a rugaru hunt in Nebraska, Dean was rather taken aback by his brother’s unusual reaction.

Strolling into the Omaha police department with you and Sam on either side, the older Winchester had identified the captain immediately from his picture online.

“Captain Anderson,” Dean addressed the man directly in a low, authoritative tone, “I’m Agent Parker, and these are my partners Agents Stan and Lee.” He motioned to his right and left side as he introduced you, accordingly, pausing as you flashed your fake badges in unison.

The captain was a tall, slightly rotund fellow, with a mustache to rival an 80’s porn star’s, and he scoffed haughtily at your entrance. “What the hell do the feds want with us? And did they really hafta send three of ya?” He gestured pointedly at you with a patronizing raise of his chin and your blood began to boil at the implicitly misogynistic remark.

“Well no offense, Captain,” you spoke up; your FBI get-up always gave you an extra boost of confidence (something about the power suit vibes you supposed), plus men like him really pissed you off, “but there have been five deaths here within the last week, and from what I understand, your team has a grand total of zero working theories and just as many leads, so perhaps you can understand why the government would show some concern.”

“Mm, mm, mm!” Captain Anderson chanted obnoxiously in response. He gave you a painfully slow once-over, eyes filled with a crude and unrestrained lechery that forced a shiver down your spine. “A woman who knows how to take charge… I like that,” he licked his lips lasciviously.

Dean was torn between awaiting your likely ruthless and epic comeback or telling the douchebag off himself when he heard Sam clear his throat forcedly beside him. Looking over, he was surprised to find his giant of a little brother to be a picture of rage. Strained jaw, clenched fists, distended chest, and a murderous glare directed unwaveringly at the Omaha police captain.

Meanwhile, you were finding it difficult to resist the urge to roll your eyes and repress your temper to maintain a professional front. “We need information and clearance,” you stated firmly, ignoring the cop’s inappropriate and debaucherous display, “Are you going to hand it over or not?”

“Sorry little miss, no can do! You’re prolly gonna hafta talk to the chief if you want in on a big boy case like this one… but, you know, I can think of some ways you might be able to convince me otherwise,” he finished with a lewd wink before taking off.

Sam looked like he was about to lunge at the captain, but Dean put a hand on his arm to ground him. He was starting to suspect Sam’s behavior might have more to do with you than the fact that the captain was a regular dickhead. After all, Sam was usually the calmer and more rational of the brothers, especially during hunts.

You were too busy holding yourself back to notice though, staring daggers into Anderson’s back as you watched him walk away.

“What an asshole. I’m sorry, Y/N,” Dean began. An idea was forming in his head, one that could help him test his theory. “Look, you know I wouldn’t ask this if there was a better way, but dyou think, maybe, just this once, you could… you know? Turn on the charm a bit? Just so we can get in?”

Sam had not been fully engaged in the conversation until just then, too focused on trying to mollify the inexplicable rage that Captain Anderson had incited within him, but Dean’s request certainly caught his attention.

“What?! Dean! You can’t be serious. No. We’ll find another way. Just- No.” Sam’s voice was harder and deeper than usual and for a moment you lost yourself in it, daydreaming that perhaps he was exhibiting a sense of jealously. But who were you kidding? Sam was just a nice guy who detested sexist pricks like Anderson; this had nothing to do with you.

“No, it’s fine. Dean’s right. This is the easiest way. I’ll do it,” you stated quietly before adding with a small smile, “I can suck it up on account of saving some lives.”

Dean grinned and you walked away before Sam could protest any further. When you reached the captain’s office, you didn’t bother knocking on the open door, “Alright, Captain Anderson-“

“Please, call me Frank.” He looked up at you with such a smug and revolting expression, you decided there was no way you could follow through with Dean’s plan.

“Listen, Frank,” you crossed your arms in what you hoped was an ‘I mean business’ stance, but quickly dropped them when you realized the action had unwittingly highlighted your cleavage in the button-down blouse you were wearing and spurred yet another round of gratuitous leering from Frank. “What’s it gonna take for you to hand over the case files and grant us full access to the evidence and crime scenes?”

“Well, since I like you, I’ll make it easy for ya. How about we start with a smile?” He had leaned forward in his seated position behind his desk as he spoke, and you almost smacked him right then.

As you turned to leave, however, it was Anderson who smacked you, open palmed and right on the ass. You forced yourself to take a deep breath before slowly turning back around. Keeping your movements deliberate and unhurried, you bent over his desk, ignoring the impulse to gag at the greasy, utterly unholy scent that filled your nostrils as you got close enough to whisper in his ear, “You know what, I’ll make it easy for you too. How about, if you give my partners and I complete authorization on this case, I won’t report you to the feds for sexual harassment? See, I know people in the upper ranks and I’ve got a lawyer who wipes the floor with guys like you on the daily.” It was all lies, of course, but you figured it was for a good cause.

“So what’s it gonna be, Captain?” You asked after straightening yourself back up.

As you’d hoped, the bastard was looking a little worse for wear, though you could tell he was trying to retain what little he could of his arrogant persona. “You little bitch.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Fine. You can have it,” he pointed at a stack of file folders on his desk, and then sighed as he produced three security passes, “Go crazy! Go fuck yourself.”

“Gladly,” you sassed, ready to strut out of there with everything you came for in hand.

Behind you, things had not gone so smoothly. When Sam saw Anderson slapping your butt, he was fully prepared to march over and break the captain’s nose, but Dean again held him back, “Woah, hey, you know Y/N can handle herself. What’s up with you?”

Then when he was forced to watch you lean in tantalizingly close and whisper something in Anderson’s ear, Sam experienced an entirely foreign sensation. He was still burning with fury, but that anger was joined by a peculiar ache. His heart had risen to his throat as he stood there, completely transfixed, a look of dejection and longing written across his face.

‘Huh,’ Dean had thought with an internal smirk, ‘Sammy’s got it ba-ad!’ he sing-song-ed in his own head, storing the information away for later, when he could find an opportune moment to tease his baby brother about it.

For now, Dean gave you two thumbs up as he watched you return with a triumphant grin, holding up three official passes by their lanyards.

“Got it all. We’re completely in,” you supplied each brother a security pass when you reached them.

“Damn. You are good, woman! What did you even say to him?” Dean chuckled as the three of you left the station.

“Oh nothing, just a bit of light threatening.”

Sam stopped to look at you quizzically. “Wait, what? You mean you didn’t- you weren’t… flirting with him?”

“Nah, I was too appalled by the thought to go down that route.”

“Oh,” he huffed out, looking down with drooped shoulders and an awkward twitch of a smile. You could have sworn he looked somewhat relieved, but decided not to read too much into it, too pleased with yourself to allow the ever-growing gloom of your unrequited love dampen your spirits.

The whole time Dean was staring back at the two of you in disbelief. ‘These goddamn idiots,’ he thought with an exasperated yet slightly amused shake of his head.

→ CARRY ON

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[clementineesotsm]

THE KING: ETERNAL MONARCH EP 15, My Appreciation and How It Made Me Feel

PM Koo teams up with LR. At least that is what PM was thinking. But for LR, slight different. He thinks PM will somehow give advantage for him but ended up disappointed, because PM cannot become a queen, and suspended as a PM. She cant even near a high position now. She cannot get Gon or Kingdom of Corea and that pisses LR off. PM become greedy and put her guard down. He thinks LR wanted a cooperation and inform him that she will take Gon’s flute for her. Which makes LR mad and choke her 🤣🤣 LR asking her to bring him into Gon’s mom mass memorial day and leave her

Gon is back to kingdom now. He hugs Lady Noh so tight 🥺 he is thankful to her for everything that she have done for him. Apparently Gon indebted to her much. I loved her punchline “i know pyeha / 압니다 폐하” means she understand things that Gon cant even / doesn’t have to explain. I love their relationship

Gon exiled Prince Buyeong’s son so that he cannot go back to Corea, because he found out that he is LR accomplice on the treason night. Gosh i hate that man!

Apparently Gon took KSJ to Corea to let him see his real mom. This scene was well made! Acting wise, amazing. KSJ lines, amazing. Music, amazing! Poor KSJ. He is also growing up becoming a stoic character 🥺🥺

Conversation between KSJ and Gon feels a bit heavy. Gon told KSJ about his plan, apparently he dont plan to save himself this time. The target is to get or kill LR. So Gon is planning to go and sacrifice himself for the good 🥺🥺 i loooove Gon’s facial expression here. And his eyes speaks his fear but also trying to accept his fate. Something like “sigh-ing”

LR was back to Korea to prepare his big plan. But unfortunately he let his guard down, SJH put poison in the food to kill herself basically. And LR minion couldn’t save her because Gon was set to cross the portal at that time so times stops. SJH was finally relief to be able to die, but here i am crying 🥺🥺 and her using LR punchline before while dying was cool thought by the writer! “Did you pray?” !!!

And did you realize? LR face most of the time was always stain with blood. Poor him 😅

Another appreciation was to the editing team, they did a great job in this scene. Especially for the scoring 💯💯💯

LR took his gun and run outside, then he met Gon!

LR “i even transcends death, but how is it that im unable to avoid you? How did you find me here?”

Gon “it would be good if it was me alone, but im not.”

“Some one sets the time (SJH)

Someone chases after you (i assume this was KSJ/the detectives)

Someone prays for you to get caught (this could be Lady Noh and JTE)

And someone is going to fight you (Gon, JY, KSJ) “

Then LR said that Gon should have wait him at the memorial not confront him here. This kind of storyline was fresh for me too. Because usually story like this always go with “make the doomed happen first then resolve it after” but with TKEM, the main character manage to prevent the doomed before it happened. Which im fine with it because its possible. But i kind agree with LR. Can we get that chaos in the mass memorial first then solve it? That would be epic. But then maybe they dont have enough time to explore that. Maybe in another timeline, reality or universe. But this is also satisfying and well done. If you can prevent it, why not? That is more work in a smart way.

Gon then took LR to bamboo forest to check on how to use the flute to travel back to 1994. What Gon knew, the flute need to be whole inside to do so. But then how to do it was a bit tricky. It needs both LR and Gon to be inside the space between 0 and 1. Because each of their blood soak into each of the flute. Gon was a bit in dilemma because he need someone to go inside the gate with LR in order for it to happen. What scary was nobody knew whats going to happen with that person if he succeeded or fail. All assuming that person will go inside and dead. Then KSJ volunteered to do so. OMFG! P.S then we also got a glimpse of the portal when the flute was whole. Kind of cool. If fills with so many universe and possible of eternity life !

SO THE LR INTERROGATION THAT WE SAW IN EP 1 WAS ACTUALLY FROM EPS 15! Wahh im impressed. I did not see that coming! Gon also doing his final honor for SJH and buried / burned her body properly (brb cry 😭) and to prepare if something bad happen he ask secretary Mo to announce that Se Jin (Prince Buyeong granddaughter) will be the first in line to replace Gon if something happen to him 🥺🥺 Secretary Mo and JY looks worried

Then something weird happened. Suddenly the flower that Gon gave to JTE on eps 10 disappeared. JTE worried that Gon already preparing for the reset and he will be gone forever from her memories 🥺 she comes to see LR and ask where is the flute? LR was pissed here, because he don’t understand why people are not scared and tend to give their lives away to make things right. He doesn’t understand love 🥺🥺 and LR was stays evil to the end because he kills Se Jin and swap PM Koo mother. Which is very scary! KGE, LJJ, LMH, JEC acting in this sequence was out of this world. The director and all team was making this sequence very well too. All the thrilled was there even though it was just a short scene each. I loved them more now but we are left with only 1 episode for the finale 🥺🥺🥺

In Korea, JTE released Luna. JTE have a planned to go with LR into the space between 1 and 0 because she is afraid if Gon will alone doing his duty 🥺 She basically ready to leave Korea forever because she asked Luna to take her place while she was gone. JTE asking Luna to steal LR to bring him to JTE and JTE come to KSJ to ask for the flute and let her replace him to do the duty. And it was the most heartbreaking conversation between this two friends and one of the most heartbreaking confession i have ever watched. I loved how they shot this scene, the camera seems to be shaking, i think its cool and also the way KSJ holds JTE hand 🥺🥺

Kudos to KGE and KKN here! Damn! Where is your daesang again?!

Finally here we saw that jacket of doomed which we saw on eps 1 and eps 10 worn by Gon. Its his ceremonial outfit that he supposed to wear during his most glorious moments. And him following his destiny to die for the sake of doing right things, teared me up. Before he go back to the past, he visit Lady Noh for a final goodbye, seriously i cried. He told Lady Noh about kim sowol poems, Gon knew that she was coming from Korea. Gon was also conveying his feelings to her “thanks to you, i can read such a beautiful poems”. Gon asked Lady Noh to let him go again and the way she said “if i let you go this time, will you ever comeback?” And cried, teared me up too. Meanwhile JTE also prepared to go with LR inside the portal, she is using the necklace from Gon, the one that has the symbol of Corea 🥺 its for her also her glorious moments. Surprisingly Gon going inside the portal not alone, JY was there to company him. As what he promised, he will be there in any battlefield Gon is about to go through 🥺🥺🥺

How it made me feel:

What a solid episode! This eps making my eyes swelled. It was full with bittersweet moments, thrilling moments, a lot of goodbyes, a lot of revelation, and it left me anxious for the finale. How can they solved this all? Can we still get a happy ending? Also this episode was so cool because the ending is the beginning. What we saw on eps 1 was actually a flashback! No wonder the screen size was different. Like what they usually used for past events! Cool!

What i also wants to appreciate is Kim Eun Sook writing skill. I have to admit im not a big fan of her, sometimes her script was a bit cheesy, overly dramatic and predictable. But since mr sunshine and especially TKEM she changed that all and turns out to be more mature. And darker? For me TKEM is focusing more on doing the right things, it has values more than just a rich boys/cool boys meets a cool ordinary girls and falls in love premise and finish. But this time its about true value of love, true value of relationship, about responsibility, vulnerability. At some point it reminds me of harry potter. TKEM gave me the same feelings/premise to while i was reading/watching HP. I loved how it turned out so far, its up to the finale. Will it be one of the best series i have ever watched? Or no?

Also, i really loved how KES writes KSJ character, he has so many reason to be bad. But he did not. I loved how she portrays a very good example of stoicism in his characters. Very good 💯

Another appreciation is for the directing and cinematography, guys, you blown me away!

#the king eternal monarch #tkem #lee min ho #kim go eun #woo do hwan #jung eun chae #kim kyung nam #lee jung jin #kim eun sook #kdrama

[darriness]

Klaine Advent 2020 - Day 22

Title: Worthless

Author: darriness

Word Count: 829

Summary: A Christmas black eye

Author’s Note: This one isn't really Christmas-y. It just takes place around Christmas. But I kind of love it regardless!

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“Ah! Watch it!” Matty groans as Lizzy pulls his head back and places the bag of peas over his eye.

“Quiet you.” Lizzy grumbles, “I’m trying to stop the swelling.”

“By causing injury to other parts of my body?” Matty asks.

Lizzy sighs as she adjusts the peas over her brother’s quickly blackening eye, “I can’t believe he did this.”

Matty throws his hands up slightly in a ‘What can you do?’ gesture, “He’s a worthless piece of shit. I expect nothing more.”

Lizzy levels her brother with a look that he doesn’t actually see due to the angle of his head and the fact that one of his eyes is covered, “You at least have to let Dad and Papa talk to Principal Haven.”

Matty’s head comes up, sharply, and he just barely catches the bag of peas before it drops into his lap. His one eye looks panicked while the other is slowly swelling shut, “Dad and Papa do NOT find out about this.” He says, sternly, and Lizzy scoffs, “Liz, I’m serious! Paul is just a neanderthal who probably has some deep seated homosexual tendency and he’s taking it out on me. It’s fine. I can handle it. Nash has my back.”

Lizzy rolls her eyes, “Potentially closeted kid or not, he’s an eighteen-year-old moron who is beating you up because you just so happen to have a significant other that is the same sex as you. That is...BEYOND bullying. It’s assault and harassment and you’re going to need more than Nash St. James to make it stop.”

Matty’s good eye takes on a pleading quality, “If Papa and Dad go to the principal, it’s just going to make things worse. It’s honestly not that bad. In a week it’ll be Christmas break, and then in six months I’ll be graduated and out of there. I don’t want to rock any boats.” He grabs her hand, “Please, Lizzy. I’m begging you. Please don’t tell Dad and Papa.”

Lizzy furrows her brow and tries to hold her ground, but the pleading look on her brother’s face finally makes her crack, “Fine. I won’t tell Dad and Papa.” She says and Matty gives her a small smile, “But,” She says, pointing a finger at him, “You’re going to put that bag of peas back on your eye because I don’t think you want to look like roughed up hamburger meat in the yearly Santa picture.”

Matty groans as he lays his head back on the sofa and the bag of peas back over his eye.

-- -- --

The next day, Matty sits in biology class. He’s trying his best to hide the fact that he’s got a black eye from those around him but he also doesn’t want to be that kid that wears sunglasses the entire day. He’s been keeping his head low and just moving from class to class.

Suddenly, the PA system dings and their secretary's voice rings out, “Matthew Anderson-Hummel, please report to the principal’s office.”

It may be his senior year of high school but kids never really outgrow the collective ‘oooooh’ that happens when someone gets called down the office. Matty slides out of his chair and makes his way out of the room and down the hall. He doesn’t know why he’s being called to the principal’s office but anything to get out of class at the moment.

He knocks on the principal’s door and hears ‘Come in’ from the other side. He pushes the door open and immediately freezes. 

Inside, twisting around in their chairs to face the door, are his parents. Matty stares at them, dumbfounded, as Principal Haven gets up from her desk and gestures him inside, “Please, Matty. Come in.”

Matty blinks at all three of them. He’s feeling a lot of things at the moment - surprise, anger, betrayal, relief. They’re all warning for superiority inside him.

“What…?” He starts but trails off.

“Lizzy told us.” Blaine says before putting his hand up to stop Matty’s response, “Don’t be mad at her. She did the right thing. We need to figure this out, Matty. For your safety and the safety of others at this school.”

Kurt side eyes Blaine briefly, “Personally, I’m more worried about Matty’s safety over other kids.”

Blaine sighs and rolls his eyes, “Well, of course, but…”

“Matty,” Principal Haven interrupts Blaine’s comeback and once again gestures Matty inside, “we just want to talk. See if we can’t figure this out in a way that benefits everyone.”

Matty figures he could just turn and walk away. It would be epically dramatic but considering who his fathers are it wouldn’t be out of place. 

But if he walks away, the problem will still be there later.

He sighs and slowly makes his way into the room. He closes the door behind him and sits in the third chair next to his dads. He threads his fingers together in front of him and nods, “Okay. Let’s talk.”

#klaine advent 2020 #klaine advent: worthless #klaine #klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #my loves #my stuff

[the-creeping-shadow]

hmmm for the ask meme... miles, eddie, and trager? ^^

Brace yourself, long post incoming!

Give me a character and I will answer:

[Miles Upshur]

Why I like them: I like his humour and his rather cynic way of coping with whatever he is experiencing. At the same time, this guy is dead set on getting information and reveal Murkoff’s inhumane practices. Cynic, but with a heart of gold. 

Why I don’t: If he stopped slamming the doors shut when he has an enemy on his ass, that would be great! On a more serious note, I don’t think there’s anything of note I truly dislike about him. 

Favorite episode (scene if movie game): Since this is a video game and he is your protagonist... I like reading his notes. The end sequence is well-done, but really sad. 

Favorite season/movie: Erm... Outlast 1? XD

Favorite line: Every time he describes one of the Variants is great. But I’m going to go with: “[...] You've escaped one Hell, Chris Walker. God help me but I somehow hope you didn't find another.”   

Favorite outfit: He only has one. I think the casual outfit suits his purposes just fine.

OTP: Miles and freedom.

Brotp: Waylon, Blake, and Lisa. :3

Head Canon: Walrider!Miles experiences not only nightmares (or nightmarish visions) related to the trauma he experienced at the asylum, but also those of every test subject who has ever been put through the Engine. It’s a general headcanon I have regarding the Engine and its effect on people.

Unpopular opinion: I do believe this guy has some smarts since his job as a freelance investigator investigating dangerous affairs certainly requires them. He might be stubborn, but that’s due to conviction, not a lack of sense of self-preservation as the fandom sometimes portrays it...

A wish: Should we ever get a sequel to the existing Outlast games, it’d be cool to hear about him or even have a cameo, depending on his true state. 

An oh-god-please-don’t-ever-happen: Hmm... Given the rather vague allusions in the comic, I am hoping his story hasn’t found a definite end after all.  

5 words to best describe them: Snarky, determined, athletic, risk-taker, inquisitive 

My nickname for them: Buddy! Miles is a fairly short name already... I just call him Miles, tbh XD

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[Eddie Gluskin]

Why I like them: Definitely a fleshed-out character who has an interesting history that ties into the delusion he developed thanks to the Engine. I also like his artistic side. His section in the game, despite being rather long, also creates one of the tensest in the DLC.

Why I don’t: Blatant, old-fashioned misogyny. Although I can’t say I dislike him based on this because few characters in Outlast are without their... dirt. Otherwise the other thing I dislike relates more to fanon interpretations... Oh, his haircut could also use some work!

Favorite episode (scene if movie game): I like the build-up to his encounter to be honest. 

Favorite season/movie: Whistleblower, duh XD

Favorite line: “We've met before haven't we? I know I've seen your face. Maybe... Just before I woke up.” The last one especially is an interesting one to me in context of the Engine. 

Favorite outfit: I think the one he wears during the outbreak is neat enough. Crude, but better than being in underwear XD

OTP: nO.

Brotp: Trager :3 I call them “amateur surgeons”.

Head Canon: Some of the mentality he harbours post!Engine derives directly from his pre!Engine state. Obviously the Engine tends to exaggerate certain traits, but with the murders he had committed he was more likely to put the blame on his victims; if he did not outright deny his culpability. 

Unpopular opinion: Lots. I don’t think he is as handsome as some people make him out to be. Though this is purely subjective. Maybe it’s that haircut. 

A wish: Some kind of an elaboration on whatever was going on with Dennis? I wonder whether Eddie was even aware of him/them and the sacrifices made.

An oh-god-please-don’t-ever-happen: For Eddie to pull through with his goal of having offspring with his victims brides. Thankfully it didn’t, though said victims appear to be horribly mutilated instead...

5 words to best describe them: Persistent, murderous, traumatized, quick-tempered, old-fashioned. 

My nickname for them: The Groom? Eddie? Amateur surgeon number two?

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[Richard Trager]

Why I like them: He has charisma, humour, and it contrasts the rather morbid and terrifying... everything else around him. He provides one of the most memorable dialogues of the series. I also like the concept behind him of being a former Murkoff executive tossed into the program as a patient and developing this surgeon delusion.  

Why I don’t: I’ve said it before, but I have my gripes with some of his comic characterization. 

Favorite episode (scene if movie game): His cutscene in the first game of course! I also liked that brief interaction with Mr. Langen.

Favorite season/movie: Not many options here. 

Favorite line: All of them are great, including the ones from the Xbox trailer, but for this ask I’ll highlight “Let’s teach you the seven habits of highly eviscerated people.”

Favorite outfit: I can’t say I’m a fan of that preppy look he has in the comic per se going by my own aesthetic preferences, although it’s oddly fitting, so this leaves me with... an apron. Yeah, while I have taken a like to the comic design after some time getting used to it, nothing beats his in-game version :D 

OTP: No.

Brotp: As above, Eddie Gluskin. There is little content for it, but what I’ve seen in most cases is lovely.

Head Canon: Rick doesn’t like having his hair touched, pre!Engine and post!Engine, unless it’s someone really close to him (heh). This reaches back to his childhood.

Unpopular opinion: I honestly don’t consider the coke thing to be as funny or trivial as the fandom sometimes portrays it...

A wish: An epic comeback! And generally more canon information on how he came to be the Variant we see in-game, and how Billy’s premonition ties into it.

An oh-god-please-don’t-ever-happen: He’s dead so... It’s a bit difficult to say at this point. There is a thing that ties into my NOTP, but that’s more of an unpopular opinion and fandom thing.

5 words to best describe them: Funny, talkative, gruesome, corrupt, scissors.

My nickname for them: Rick, Ricky, the surgeon.

Thank you so much for the ask! ^^

#Outlast #Outlast Whistleblower #Miles Upshur #Eddie Gluskin #Richard Trager #give me a character #character ask meme #ask #reply #bandtrees #long post #drug mention #and other stuff #if there is a tag you want me to add just tell me

[greekbros]

"greek-Bros: The Return of an Old Enemy"

Chapter 6: The Matters of Merriment 2: Electric Boogaloo on Ice with Avengence and this time it's personal

After two uneventful days in the main village on Delphi, the Delphians started to become restless for nightly events. An unfortunate thing about Delphians was their habitual nature to plan than participate in the festivities; day time was usually a day of relaxation, contemplating on one's self, and occasionally a daytime festival... however most of their main events happen during the late evening until the sun rises. No matter the intensity of these nighttime escapes, it was always a constant event for Delphians. Now that the Dionysia was cancelled for a week, with no nighttime events allowed until the week is over, some folks began to become restless. Some citizens would walk around at night past curfew, curious to catch a glimpse of what could possibly be ruining the week for them, some resorted to the reasonable indoor house party, and some would "work" the night away doing crafts, making art or generally keeping themselves busy. Twas on the third day, where the complaints were being made.

On the third morning, Dionysus was busy in his vineyard, collecting some of the grapes he's been waiting for to make some wine with as usual. Three members of the "Party Republic" of Delphi where walking up to the vineyard, hoping to have an audience with Dionysus. He could see them walking up the hill, knowing very well what they were going to ask of him. He groaned but his equally discontent feelings of waiting for the week to be over, but he had to do what he had to do.

"Hey dudes, how's it going?" he casually greeted. He placed his grape basket down, "so ugh, what brings up here, I have some wine I was planning on opening up.", He was hoping that he would avoid the situation with wine, but he had a feeling that it wouldn't work this time around.

One of the "Party Republic" members, a satyr, stepped forward as if he was going say something eloquently important, "My great devine dude, no offense....buuuuut this waiting....ugh....kinda sucks.", he bluntly stated. "Can we just....I don't know....have night parties again?.....the rest of the guys and I are kinda bored.....I know it's not hot out but we kinda just want to let out some vibes at night", he continued. The satyrs on Delphi usually are more active and motivated at night, with a lack of motivation and lack of willingness to sleep at night, they've burned through all the day time activity they could think of.

Another member, a nymph, spoke out next. "Look, not to question this "animal" problem, buuuut me and girls haven't seen shit. We chill everywhere and we have no idea why you're stressing Dionysus, plus...well...let's be real, day time sex isn't AS fun as when you do it at night...it just hits differently youkno?" gesturing with her hands and hips with the utmost sass.

The third representative, a human farmer, felt a little unhappy at the satyr and nymph. He felt their reasons to continue nighttime events weren't as important as his reason. "Alec....Catia...It's not just about fun and fornicating. Some of us work to make your funtime frolic even happen. My Lord, some of the farmers are doing fine and losing a sheep or two isn't really a problem, you see with no body taking our stuff in bulk....and let's be real here the trade ships stopped coming to Delphi a week before Dionysia...we just don't want to waste anything.", he pleaded. Being the representative of mortals and workers on Delphi, he reasoned the abundance of food on the island wouldn't go to waste if the Dionysia wasn't canceled for the week. The farmers have already given food items to the needy of Delphi, and the trade boats that always arrive twice a week have stopped due to the recent attacks, in fear of having whatever has been attacking Grecians stowaway on the boats.

Dionysus felt his mood go from confident with his plan of reassuring them that they didn't need to complain...to feeling the pressure of wanting to at least help the residence in some way, after all, it was his job to make sure there is harmony in his brand of chaos.

"Well......there....could be...some...thing we can do....." He lied, he had no idea what to do. He knows that if Ariadne found out he broke his promise about letting people roam around at night for the week, he would definitely be in the cat house it. Yet, he had a very splendid idea....he still wanted that joust. "Hmmm.....how about this......we hold....a fake Olympic competition?" He perposed.

The representatives all looked at each other in confusion. How was a false Olympic games going to help bring back nightly parties they all wondered.

"Think about it, most of Delphi's best and boldest compete in this pretend version of the Olympic games. No flairs, no frills, just simple messing around and play fighting! Plenty of food will be provided, and everyone gets to participate. Pluuus......" He gestures for the representatives to get closer. The three lean in closer to hear. "....we...can have a joust. Between yours truly....and the god of war himself....all this....just before curfew too. So...by the time everyone goes home... you'll be too tired to want to do anything afterwards." He purposed.

Although the "Party Republic" wasn't too satisfied with the idea but in a way it may suffice, it would solve the issue of boredom on Delphi and the food surplus. Athletes do need the nutrition, and some excitement would make use of everyone's surplus of time as well. The three representatives huddle together, talking amongst themselves about the idea. After what was a few seconds, the three had come to a decision. "Yeah, we're cool with it my dude.", Alec said with a thumbs up. The other two nodded their heads in agreement.

Dionysus was relieved for the moment until he realized he needed his wife's approval. He completely forgot about Ariadne's say in the matter. "Ugh yes awesome! Now one quick second.", he turned around and ran off to the winery shead in front of the vineyard where Ariadne was also making wine peacefully....until she had been given the news that there was going to be mock-Olympic games in their own backyard and all after the promise to make sure no one would get hurt by ANY thing.

The representatives stood there waiting for Dionysus to comeback, hoping the sounds of the married couple loudly arguing about the situation would still mean they could still go on with the plans. After several minutes, Dionysus comes back with a content smile, soaked in crushed grape pulp and wearing the bucket said grape pulps had came from. "Good news! We can have the fake Olympic games as long as we fallow curfew..... Bad news is, I will be sleeping with the leopards until the end of Dionysia....is if anyone needs me in the next few days, I shall be hanging out with Conny and the other kitties at the south veranda....also please....tell NO ONE of this....." he pointed at the bucket. Dionysus and Ariadne came to an agreement but only through the fact if anything happened, Dionysus would be entirely responsible for the situation.

The next day, the preparations for the "Dionysian Games" had started bright and early. The obstacle course was being set up, the track was being laid and the 'games' themselves were being constructed. A small committee of Delphi's finest had formulated several half-baked versions of the original Olympic games. The only new event was the one event everyone woke up early for, The Divine Joust. An epic challenge between Dionysus and Ares. Of whom which....still needed to be invited.and informed about this.

In the distance, just in a small thicket of forest, a young curious pup, watches with wonder as to what could the strange, mostly hairless and ugly wolf-folk be doing. Putting up wooden posts, wrapping things in colorful cloths on top of things, just running around doing tasks the pup found terribly pointless. The little pup has been having the time of its life since it had left home. Things were about to get more exciting now something new is happening.

End of Chpr6

#greek mythology #greek gods #greek bros #greek-Bros #greek bros: the return of an old enemy #Chpr 6 #dionysus #Ariadne #hellenistic #blood of zeus

[volleyball-dontknowher]

hello, i rlly love ur writing. can i please get a tsukishima and tendou headcanons of a s/o who acts like a child? like say stuff like "B) me epic you? smelly ewwww" or "hey bby can u shower more? you smell like baby kata, baby kata is my ex and i miss him now cuz of u >.0"

HI! Thank you for the request! I hope I did it justice!! I normally don’t write for Tendou because I don’t want to get him wrong and I haven’t seen a ton of him off the court to know any better so I hope he’s not OOC but if he is I’m sorry!

Words: 1.1k.

Warnings: none

Requests: Open 

Tsukishima 

It’s not all the time you act childish because Tsukki would not be able to handle that like your relationship would last a whole three days before he gives up on the two of you because you could be gorgeous but he cannot handle immature like that would drive him up the wall 

Sooo you are childish on occasions when you need him to lighten up or he needs a taste of his own medicine 

You literally get so annoying and you both know it 

When he is tired and in a grouchy mood with you is when you strike the most

“Tsukki do you need a shower and a nap?” 

“No”

“Well you stink and your under eye bags are horrible so you really should do both of those things” 

It makes him smirk but also tells you to shut up because you stink too 

Any comment you make he can always counter them because he is just quick witted like that 

If you come at him with things like I’m so much cooler than you, don’t you see? Oh wait you can’t you’re blind

Or “have you packed your bags?” “No why would I do that?” “Because the jolly green giant is coming to take you back to his home and teach your giant ass some manners” 

You want it to phase him so bad but literally nothing does and it’s so frustrating 

When he actually gets sick of it he will tell you to stop being dumb because it isn’t pretty on you 

When you when games against him and tell him he is a stinky loser and that he sucks at whatever game it is he is going to be unimpressed like that’s really all you can bring to the table like he could roast you thousands of different ways and that’s all you could think of, lame

If you throw a little kid temper tantrum somewhere and tell him that he is a lower and sucks really bad (most likely because he said no to something or was rude) and you pout and stand still you best know that this is not going to work, he is going to tell you to grow up and come on and when you do he usually simps and will have you do whatever he said no to 

When you actually impress him with your whining and childish comebacks he has to take a moment because what was that then he smiles at you and tells you that you’re finally learning and that it took you long enough

If you get all giddy and excited like a little kid though it makes him so happy like something he did or something you saw with him made you that happy like what??? He just thinks it is so cute seeing you so happy or get so worked up and excited over something little and while he would bully someone else about it he is going to let you rant to him as much as you like about how cool whatever it was is 

Low-key if you tell him he smells bad even as a joke he is going to pit check himself discreetly so he makes sure that he doesn’t actually smell bad 

King of sass can’t be phased by you 

Tendou 

If you are going to act childish then so is he 

He goes a lot off of your energy so when you act like a little kid then he is going to copy that 

So if you tell him that he smells like a dirty shoe then he is going to laugh at you and tell you that you smell like a dirty shoe, then it goes back and forth until he takes a second and sniffs himself then pulls you into a hug so that you have to smell him and tell him that he doesn’t smell like a dirty shoe and even if he does you’re now trapped smelling it

When you lose a game against him and you get all pouty and sad he is going to just kinda stare at you because he doesn’t know whether he should laugh at you for being a sore loser or feel bad because there is a tiny chance that you are actually upset

He typically goes with the sore loser route then you have an argument that’s all nuh-uh uh-huh back and forth until he starts to tickle you then you try and tickle him back but he just grabs your hands and keeps tickling you until you practically scream at him to stop 

He will put an L on his forehead and smirk at you it just happens

But if he can tell that you are upset that you lost then he is going to offer to play again and is not going to hold back but if you win then you’re fine but if you lose again he likes to pull you close to him and tell you that it’s not his fault you have a thing for winners and that makes you laugh so he is relieved

Does not care if you get whiny because your man will whine back too he doesn’t care, he’s a little weird already might as well be really weird and be whiny like you are 

He is super smart and watches a lot of what you do so he can usually stop your whining before it really even starts he just looks at you and tells you that now is not the time and you can just ask

If you tell him that something he did reminds you of your ex through some flawed logic, like you are wearing a mix matched outfit and that’s all my ex ever wore so now you look like my ex he is going to laugh at you and tell you that your ex is a loser and he’s not a loser so thanks for that but you are wrong

Literally does not let any of it phase him like he knows you to damn well to care when you act like that because that’s who you are 

Likes to call you cute when you do it though like you will be whining at him to do something with you and he just is like aww you’re cute I’m flattered

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu imagines #tsukishima #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei #kei tsukishima #tsukishima x you #tsukishima headcanons #request #tendou #tendou hcs #tendou hq #tendou x reader #tendou satori #tendou satori headcanons #shiratorizawa #shiritorizawa headcanons #haikyuu headcanons

[coolgirl]

Jason expert rate Jason’s designs

sorry for being late i was busy with school but now i’m free so to celebrate. jason indulgence.

pre-crisis not robin

very cute. i like that it has a lil more of flair to it? the collar and the lines on the gloves and the shorter cape.. also love it has pants. king rlly king. wonder if they already knew he was gonna be robin anyways or if they were still considering nightbird. anyways, 8/10 bc its cute

pre & post-crisis robin (bc its basically the same)

i mean its a classic.. however it reminds me jason was the only robin who was simply given dick’s clothes rather than like. have an unique look? which sucks. 7/10 middle child syndrome is REAL

post-crisis robin (winter edition)

OKAY NOW THIS. i absolutely love. is it tacky? oh yes without a doubt. i still love the pants and the sleeves. finally winter clothes for this child, especially considering his new titans scene where he was bitching about the costume not being snow proof. he got what he wanted! 9/10

new 52/rebirth costume by

EPIC. IDC I LOVE IT.the circles on his arms and his boots.. the lines on his legs.. i just love it. i love the red mask too… it feels.. not more unique, but feels more jason-y than the other costume. 10/10

NOW. onto older stuff

hush

as u can see im VERY confusion about the pouches and the straps?? why??? whats the purpose.. generally its fine. the white strand moved a nation and i think the chest piece is cool, but everything else.. uglee. like the long as hell jacket and him looking 40 years old like why r u 19 looking like fifty? ugly white man. 5/10

winicks/utrh version

LITERALLY A CLASSIC. i love this costume sooo much. like jason obviously grew out of it, as in it wouldnt make sense for him anymore to go with something like this as his main costume because i feel like this fit the utrh mood (him not veing a vigilante/hero/villain whatver but trying to be a mob boss n shit) and it just. fucks. i love the helmet just being plain with no stupid mouth or nose shape. i simply love it. 10/10

nigthwing

its just. its just the nightwing costume. didnt even try he just stole that from dick. he still rocks it and looks better than dick, and u gotta give him points for accessorizing with his dagger. 7/10

red robin 

im not. a big fan of this costume.. i think the cowl is ugly, it just does not work for someone as big as jason… however i do like why he took this mantle and what it meant.. 6/10 no words head empty. 

oh brother. furryman

ITS SUCH AN UGLY COSTUME. muzzle batman walked so muzzle red hood could run. its just. ugly like ugly. i dont like the ears or again the muzzle or whatever the hell is going on in the arms.. its just so edgy. 5/10

WANNA KNOW WHAT A SEXY EVIL BATMAN COSTUME LOOK LIKE?

Injustice 2 batman

I2 HAD IT IN THE BAG BABY. i like that its like classic batman costume but again! with some jason touches! the red eyes, the electric tiddies making a comeback.. epic genuinely epic. 10/10

and if ur not into evil jason

100% dad ‘i have my life figured out’ batman jason 

just like the nightwing costume this is just. batman costume. nothing special or different from it so its like did u even try? BUT in this scenario it actually means smth that he stuck to bruces costume.. sweet.. but boring. 7/10

speaking of. evil ugly designs. ugh i hate this.

this motherfucker

ive never. ever. felt as humiliated by a costume than thetime jason wore this. like MORTIFYING RLLY. its DISGUSTINGGG. the helmet shape. the fucking WHITE. the SKULL PLEASE WHO DESIGNED THIS WHO HATES ME IN PARTICULAR SO MUCH??? THIS MAN DOES NOT FUCK! HES UGLY! HE STINKS!!!! the red guns are epic that much i can say. LOOK AT THOSE PANS GOD ITS SO HUMILLIATING. 0/10 WORST COSTUME EVER.

HOWEVER. winick and the artist spun GOLD from it, because next time jason wore possibly my favorite costume to date

this motherfucker…2!

like look how much better it looks with a little of swag.. the helmet without eyes.. the belts.. the fucking leather jacket.. keeping the red guns/gloves.. like seriously i dont know a better man. the skull is still awful and i wouldve replaced the white for black and MWAH best costume. like the black part at the top make it all red and the white make it black.. god this jason fucks massively i love him. 11/10 my favorite by a landslide perhaps

new 52/rebirth red hood

OKAY I KNOW theyre slightly different (rebirth has shorter sleeves and a more padded look) but to me its like. same thing. okay i think its.. fine. its not phenomenal but its not ugly.. i like the brown jacket more than the black jacket i have to admit, its more distinctive and i simply like the color more, however i do not.. like jason having the bat symbol.. but thats also a me thing about how badly written this is. anyways. the helmet with the mouth disgusts me and everytime its drawn like that its humilliating. like. 7/10. maybe 7+. when it has the mouth or like nose ANY FACIAL EXPRESSION RLLY its a 5. 

wingman

oh i absolutely despise that helmet. he looks like fucking. terminator. its the ugliest shape ive ever seen and the visor is.. huge. i dont like the shoulder pads either idk what the fuck its going on with the thing around his neck either.. like hes. knockout batman and i HATEEE IT. damians costume slaps tho. i just… its… ugly. like.. 3/10. 

get damian back arc red hood costume

oh im a HUGE fan of this design.i love how his costume is designed in a way thats like. if jason was a dnd character he absolutely would be a tank. the padding, the red undertones everywhere, i just.. love it. i like how all the costumes were done to reflect their personalities you know.. i like this robin red hood hybrid. 9/10 would even say 10/10 bc i just enjoy how gleason draws jason.

red hood/arsenal costume

its like. i dont hate it completely (i love the way the hood+helmet looks) and thats.. yeah thats pretty much all i like about it. i HATEEEE the vest i hate it fr.i hate how huge the sumbol is and idk this costume just does not spark joy. 5/10

outlaw costume

okay this one. this one drives me insane. because like. okay i dig parts of it. i like the lack of sleeves. i like the gloves thingies. i like the hood. i could get aboard him ditching the helmet - it breaks all the damn time anyways. i like the stripes on his pants in the boots. ALL SEPARATE? NEAT. now i hate. hate. the muzzle. like WHY IT LOOKS SO UGLYYY LIKE SO UGLY like unless the artist GETS IT and is SEXY it looks awful. look at this

AWFUL. also like it made sense for when he was on the run and he had to make do and assemble a costume from what he had but like now hes sponsored by lex, get that man a goddamn new suit already please. anyways. 6/10.. like i said i like many elements from it but its still.. kinda ugly all together and depends A LOT on the artist.

three jokers

im torn on this one.. i think its a bit boring.. i dont rlly like the top part, it reminds me SOO much of that one tt issue where he beat the fuck out of tim while wearing a robin costume like i understad the implications of him wearing a costume thats similar to the robin blouse but im not a big fan.. also i prefer the brown leather jacket. its like not his worst costume by far but not the best.. like pretty basic?  i would say 6/10

NOW SOME AUS.

tiny titans & lil gotham

okay these two are like. pretty much the canon versions of robin and red hood HOWEVER they both have details that are different from the original version and DESERVE a mention. the curls on robin jason and jasons red gloves/belt are ICONIC. whoever designed them knew what they were about, so 10/10 best bapy jason.

arkham knight

does the person who designed this know how much theyve done for the lgbt community? i hope they do. i love.. a lot about this costume. i love the ears, i love how techno it is, i love the layers to it.. im.. not a big fan of the whole military thingy but i have to admit that applying it to the design itself is kind of neat.. i love the colors too and how.. practical it is while being. well. kinda dramatic? the whole bat aesthetic.. yeah. i love it. 9/10

arkham red hood

this one.. when u think about it the outlaw version is VEEERY similar to this one: the pants, the hood, the jacket eve. however i like this helmet so much more, i have a weakness for eyeless (??) helmets.. i like the little details of it as well, i remember that pic going around of it being held together with like. fuckign stitches and bandaids. legendary. i love this look, i would say 9+/10

injustice 2 jason

okay gonna go ahead and say it: not a big fan of the helmet. it looks like.. a bug? the lenses do not spark joy. this bitch has many styles and like toners etc and i will no rate them all. i think its a pretty basic design, not the best but not the worst either. like if it was an exam i would make them pass but make faces at what im reading like eeehhhgh. 7/10.

hag jason

middle one is like literally, on the outside and superficial level, just. his usual costume. the jacket and the grey kevlar and the bat. now the gloves are sexy as hell.. and in the whit ebackground one u can appreciate the under costume better and i really like it?? i just.. like the design. I HATE HOWEVER the bat helmet. WHY IS IT HOLLOW?? BITCH HELLO?? AND THE BATMAN SYMBOL DOES NOT MAKE SENSE! and i like things making sense!!!. we will not talk about jason in this book. like.. 8/10. maybe 9 if im feeling it.

hag jason 2: the hagger and the furious

hes just.. a little old man.. he cannot change this.. i like this design. i like seeing jason grow old. wish it wasnt in this context. my father rlly. 8/10

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am i forgetting any jays.. i wont do all animated robins because they all look the same and the one that doesnt i do not like. SO HERES my thoughts..

#Anon #jason todd #jason.txt #THIS has been my weekly jason rant. come back next week for more

[lady-divine-writes]

Concerning the End of the World ... Again ...

Summary: When Crowley shows up for his picnic with Aziraphale in serpent form and refuses to change into human, Aziraphale fears the worst. (1837 words)

Warnings: Some mild angst and anxiety, but mostly fluff :D

(AO3)

“Oh, there you are! I was wondering when you were planning to show,” Aziraphale says, greeting the long black serpent slithering onto his picnic blanket like it’s an old friend.

Namely, because it is.

His oldest and dearest friend.

And, as of recently, his husband.

“Where have you been? I was getting worried.” Aziraphale side-eyes the serpent, waiting for it to stealthily change into human form. But it doesn’t, winding carefully through the jars of jam and honey, the plates of bread and cheese he’d set out. “Uh … is there a reason you’ve chosen not to transform?” He waits for the snake to give him a sign of acknowledgement. When it doesn’t, Aziraphale chalks it up to his husband’s temperamental nature (he is a demon, after all), and continues the conversation alone. “Well, if you don’t, you’re going to miss out! I’ve gotten a few pears from a local vendor, apples, some fresh strawberries ... I took the liberty of sampling a few, and they’re all scrumptious!”

The serpent pauses momentarily, tilting its head as if struggling with a decision. Whatever the options, it chooses to tuck itself beneath Aziraphale’s knee. From beneath the shelter of the angel’s leg, it pokes its head out, tongue flicking to taste the air. A sensation of dread creeps into Aziraphale’s chest, latches on with hooks, and stays there.

“Wh-what … what’s going on, Crowley? What’s the matter?” He looks about, stretching his own mental feelers, searching for anything not quite right in the area. Of course, if someone was going to detect something not quite right, it would be Crowley, his serpent form the best way to keep tabs on it.

Months ago, they’d both been able to convince their ‘powers that be’ to leave them alone, but how long would that last? Aziraphale naively hoped forever, but Crowley is a cynic. If his assumptions are correct, their brief time of peace was a stop-gap - a calm before a storm of epic proportions.

Greater than Satan himself clawing out of the ground? Apparently.

“H-have you heard anything from … you know …?” Aziraphale subtly points down, but the serpent, eyes locked on a point in the distance, neither confirms nor denies. Aziraphale watches, breath held, overly wary of its cautious behavior. He finds himself suddenly dubious of everyone – the ice cream seller, an older married couple, a little girl riding her trike, a corgi rummaging through the bushes for a ball. It may seem ridiculous, but if the events of the Notpocalypse have taught him anything, it’s that their enemies could be hiding anywhere, could be anyone. “If you have, you’re right to remain hidden. Best to stay under the radar, as they say.”

Aziraphale is uncertain which would be less conspicuous – a distinguished man dressed as stylishly as he sharing an intimate picnic lunch with a man who looks like a rock star, or this right big snake?

Either way, it doesn’t matter to him. As long as they’re together.

Truth be told, Aziraphale is quite fond of Crowley’s serpent form.

Maybe he could try his hand at shapeshifting next time. But what would he become? A dove? Mmm, no. Aziraphale loved doves, but that seemed a bit too on the nose. A cat? A sleek, dignified, yet fluffy Persian? Or a Siamese – all cream coat and stunning blue eyes? Ooo, a Russian blue!

But he’s not sure Crowley fancies cats. Would he want one following him about, or perched on his shoulder, shedding fur onto his clothes?

Probably not.

A dog? Yes, Crowley might prefer a dog. A big, strong, strapping dog - something along the lines of a hellhound, Aziraphale assumes, but he can’t picture himself that way. Not as a menacing beast with glowing red eyes and sharp teeth. But he’s sure he can get Crowley to compromise. Maybe he could be a feisty little Scottish terrier in a smart tartan coat, as long as he also agrees to wear something more Crowley-esque – like a spiky, leather collar. That would surely suit the both of them.

It was actually rather exciting now that he’d given it proper thought.

“I haven’t heard anything either,” Aziraphale affirms, though whether Crowley said he had or not, he doesn’t know. Aziraphale can’t speak to Crowley in his snake form. He can’t speak to snakes at all. Or any animal. Though he did feel a spiritual connection to an owl once back in the 16th century. Rupert, he called it. Regardless, he believes that what he and Crowley have is deeper – a connection that allows him to infer what his other half is thinking, even when those thoughts are wrapped inside the labyrinthine mind of a serpent.

“Honeymoon’s over, I guess, hmm?” Aziraphale says with a forlorn sigh, gazing at the world around him – the world he loves – with bittersweet affection. “I know you’ve had suspicions about a battle to come, I just … I didn’t think it would happen so soon. I thought we’d have more time.” He runs a hand gingerly down the neck of the snake, chuckling to himself. “Listen to me. More time. We’ve known one another for six thousand years! If the end is coming, I guess I should be grateful for the time we’ve had.” The snake rests its head on his thigh and seems to sigh as well – not in defeat, but more like sympathy. Knowing Crowley, he already has plans – escape to the stars, other planets, alternate dimensions. Crowley will know a way out of this. He’ll know what to do. And they’ll be fine, provided things work according to plan. But what about the world? Aziraphale wants to spend forever with Crowley, but something has never sat quite right with him about abandoning this world to do it. “We’ve been walking the middle ground for so long, Crowley. And I will admit, even if I didn’t show it, I always feared one day it would end. I don’t want that day to be now. Not now. Not yet.” He bends as best he can in an awkward position to lean close to the serpent, and the serpent rises to meet him. Aziraphale cups it under what he assumes is its ‘chin’ and rubs it’s snout with his nose. It’s scaly and cold, nothing like the warmth of his husband’s skin, but it’s comforting nonetheless. “But whatever happens, we’re in this together. You and I, till the day we …” The rest gathers at the back of the angel’s throat, huddled in a lump, refusing to come out “… well, you know. But I want you to know, I’m not leaving you without a fight. Not ever. Because … well, because I love you, Crowley. I do. I should have said it a million times – the very moment I knew. But I’m saying it now, every day, as a matter of fact. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love …”

“Aziraphale? What on Earth are you doing?”

Aziraphale stops talking. His eyes go wide. He stares questioningly at the snake in front of him. If he didn’t know better, he would swear it shrugs.

“Crowley?” He sits up, hand still cupping the serpent’s chin, and sees his husband – human form Crowley – standing before him. His jaw drops, the apples of his cheeks glowing a jasper red, brighter than twin stoplights, especially since the rest of his color has drained clear away. “Wha---?” Aziraphale looks at the black snake sitting beside him on the blanket, the one he’s been talking to for the past half hour, then back up at Crowley, who’s taken on a rather defensive stance – arms crossed, hip cocked, glaring behind his dark glasses at his angel’s offending hand. Aziraphale pulls his hand away and swallows hard.

“Th-this isn’t what it looks like.”

***

“Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,  That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;

“Ah, Shakespeare …” Aziraphale hugs the leather-bound book to his chest, gazing down the length of the sofa he’s on to the serpent lying by his socked feet, coiled against the cold. “In thousands of years, I’ve never had the pleasure of reading works by anyone who could do poetry such justice. Don’t you agree?”

The serpent raises its head, gives a little nod, then rests it on the angel’s ankle, exhaling in contentment.

“Hmm, I do agree. I do agree. So where were we? Ah …”

“Are you reading him sonnets?” Crowley snaps when he walks in and catches his husband curled up on the couch beside the creature he has affectionately begun calling his son.

“He listens,” Aziraphale replies, going back to the book and turning the page, “unlike some people.”

“You forget, I was there the first go round.” Crowley grabs a glass and a full bottle of wine from the desk nearby. “Wasn’t too impressed then, either. Why are you letting him stay here anyway?”

“He followed me home, Crowley! I can’t just put him out! That would be cruel! Besides, I don’t understand why you’re so upset! It’s not like I …” Aziraphale cuts himself short and looks up from his book. “Wait a minute …” A small smile dances at the corners of his mouth, not easily noticed by one unaccustomed to being teased by an angel. But Crowley’s seen it a thousand times “… you’re not still upset about …?”

“Yes! Yes, I am!” Crowley miracles the cork from the wine and drinks straight from the bottle, bypassing the glass clutched in his other hand. “I find it offensive that you can’t tell a common black snake from your own husband!”

“I’m sorry, my dear, but at first glance, you two do look strikingly similar.”

“Oi! Oi!” Crowley points at his angel, stuck for a comeback strong enough to express his displeasure.

“Also, it’s a large, black snake, Crowley! Those aren’t all that common in these parts! How was I supposed to know it wasn’t you? Do you know the odds? Really …”

“That doesn’t excuse the fact that you were getting all lovey-dovey with …!”

“… something that I thought was you!” Aziraphale closes his eyes in frustration and shakes his head. “But don’t worry,” he says, waving away his husband’s ire with a flick of his hand. “I promise not to fall into the same trouble I got into with the last snake that followed me home.”

“Is that so?” Crowley grumps, searching under the sofa and around the stacks of books for the offending bugger. “You have a whole harem of snakes hanging around here, do you?”

“Nope. Just the one.”

“Ah. So tell me, Aziraphale - what happened to him, eh?”

The angel and the serpent, thick as thieves at this point, look at a put-off Crowley, wearing matching smug smirks. “I married him.”

*** Notes: This was a sort of a culmination of different ideas I got from fanart on Tumblr. There's a consensus (I think) that when Crowley shows up in his snake form, Aziraphale automatically knows it's him. So I thought ... what if it doesn't work that way? XD

#Good Omens #Good Omens Fanfic #ineffable husbands #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #fluff #Frankie writes

[startrek-writings-for-the-soul]

Intuition | Reader insert

Part 1/?

Words: 1684

You woke up with a terrible sense of guilt but you couldn't possibly have messed up after only a minute into being awake. It wasn't a vision, no voice, no pictures, nothing exact. And now you were scared for the future. After sitting up and turning the lights on, you looked around for a fire. Okay good, no fire. You thought to yourself. Everything seemed fine but you couldn't go back to sleep, and so you got dressed for work and made your way down to Engineering.

"Scotty please, I just want to make sure I didn't screw anything up." You pleaded.

He gave you a look and turned back to his work, mumbling something about how you would've known if something had gone wrong.

"Your shift doesn't start for another three hours! Get some sleep." Scotty said from his desk.

"You don't understand, I had a feeling." You retorted, continuing your search.

"One of your predictions again?" Interest peeked, he got up and walked over to you.

"Well, yes, but no. It was just a feeling. But, it was insanely real." You said looking up at him from where you crouched to inspect the work you did on a console the night prior.

"A feeling of...?" He inquired.

"Guilt."

"Guilt?"

"Just... Either I've done something terrible or I'm about to." You replied with a sigh. It was clear that this was stressing you out.

"Alright lass, but you better not give yourself a hard time or anything." He warned before heading back to work.

You nodded to yourself and went about your little inspection, but everything seemed in order. So it wasn't a fatal mistake at work...

"Kirk to (Y/L/N)" The sound of Jim on the comm startled you.

"(Y/L/N) here."

"Report to the bridge for a briefing."

You hesitated for a moment before remembering your away mission today. "Yes sir."

The landing party was to consist of yourself, Bones, two scientists and two security officers. As was typical, you were only there for emergency purposes. It made your job less exciting but you were happy to switch things up every now and then.

You made your way to the bridge and saw none of the other members of the landing party were there yet.

"Permission to enter the bridge?" You asked upon arrival.

Jim nodded and waved you over, "Check this out." He stood up and revealed a small metallic device.

"Is that... A camera?" You asked tentatively.

Spock replied for him. "Indeed, to be more specific, it's a monitoring device. We would like you to wear it during the away mission. It's only to test them out."

"Makes things easier to document and stuff." Was Jim's explanation.

"Alright, how does one wear it?"

"Like so." Spock took the small device from Jim and grabbed a cup of water that was waiting next to the Captain's chair.

"Wait, it's a pill?" Suddenly you weren't so sure you wanted to 'wear' it.

"Yes, but it's not permanent. It was eventually transmit all data to our systems and... exit." Spock explained.

You shrugged and decided that was fine. You quickly swallowed the device, cringing at the taste. "Nasty... is that all sir?"

"Yes," Jim nodded and you started to turn away before Spock cleared his throat and Jim piped up.

"Oh right, uh, don't tell anyone. This is a confidential experiment for now. Bones knows about it just in case, but, no one else. Okay?" He said, looking a little nervous.

He must have sensed your suspicion because he put a hand on your shoulder and began walking you to the turbolift. "Don't worry about it."

After your shift you reported to the transporter room for the away mission. There was a final briefing and all six of you were beamed down to the planet. After some wandering around the scientists decided where they wanted to collect samples and you had a seat to wait out the long and uneventful mission.

"Hey darling, you look glum." Bones observed, coming over to sit next to you.

"Just waiting for something to break or an attack or something fun to happen." You said with a tired smile which made him laugh.

"You look too sleepy to handle an attack." He scoffed.

"I'll have you know that I'm very much alert right now." You clarified.

"Yeah, right."

You were about to say an epic comeback when one of the scientists asked for you to come look at his little sciencey-machine thing.

"It's readings are off the chart, it says we're standing right in the middle of a level 8 radioactive zone!"

"Mine says we're in a cave?"

The complaints started piling up about strange readings and you figured faulty wiring and good ol' age had to do with it. After having a look however, you realized there was nothing wrong with them. Panic set in. And then...

"Fuck." You whispered, turning on your heel with their machines in hand and shouting to them to, "Stay right where you are!"

"(Y/N), what the hell are you doing?!" You heard Leonard's voice shout from a distance as you sprinted through the dense entanglement of bush and trees.

"Just, stay there!" You shouted back, hoping he heard and hadn't decided to come after you. This was your big mistake, it had to be. Or, it would have been, but you smiled to yourself, knowing you just avoided something catastrophic.

You came to a clearing of rock and tossed the devices into it before jogging back to watch the explosion. Ten seconds went by and nothing happened.

20...

30...

You scowled at yourself for being so paranoid, the devices weren't going to just, explode like you had thought originally. Feeling silly and somewhat embarrassed, you grabbed their dumb computers and started to walk back to the team. Along the way you were coming up with excuses as to why you left, tell the truth and make a fool of yourself? Never.

A feeling again. Red hot, burning, searing guilt. A sensation like no other, so overwhelming you collapsed to the ground and held back the tears. "Help...!" You tried to say into your comm, hoping anyone would hear you. Instead, it seemed to echo you.

"Help! Help! Oh my god, what the- (Y/N), are you there?!" It was Bones. And something was wrong.

"B-Bones..?" You managed to get out.

"My god, you need to get back over here. We need an engineer for God's sake!" He basically yelled.

"Just- tell me what's happened?" You tried saying without strain. The pain just kept coming in like waves, crashing into you and leaving you near tears. And then you realized, this guilt, it's happening. Right now, and you couldn't do a thing but warn him.

"....(Y/N)!.....hear..me?.....there!?..." You could barely hear his voice anymore.

"Leonard, please... You need...to....leave!"

Everything went blank.

The next time you awoke was on the bridge, and something cold was pressed against your right temple. You looked up at Scotty, and saw his lips moving. He was talking to you, but you couldn't hear anything. The object he had placed against your head was making a droning like noise, you assumed it was a tricorder. Why would he have a tricorder pressed to your head?

A headache brought itself to life in your head and you groaned, looking up to be calmed by the stars. Except, there were no stars, instead the screen was showing... Itself? And as you moved your head, the picture changed as well.

"Oh my god." You whispered and tried standing up. A sharp ringing attacked your ears and you felt Scotty force you back into your seat.

"(Y/N), you need to stay seated. This'll be over with in no time and then we'll get ya sent down to medbay." He explained quickly.

"What- what's going on? Where's the crew!" You demanded, your hearing coming back.

"(Y/N), please stay calm." Your Captain said, crouching down in front of you. "We saw everything and already have a rescue team going to help. I knew these cameras would cone in handy! Good call, wouldn't you say? Scotty's just making sure that the camera didn't short out or something and cause, well whatever it is happened to you down there."

"Oh." Was your only reply, realizing that the screen was showing what you saw. You felt weird about it.

"Any ideas as to want that was?" Spock chimed in, his face showing genuine interest.

"Yeah, it was guilt." You mumbled, hoping that made sense.

"Guilt?" Scotty asked. "Like what you felt this morning?"

"Yes, but, this wasn't just a mental feeling. It was physical too. Something amplified the feeling. Turned it into pain." You tried to describe. All three men looked confused and unsure what this meant.

"Just to make things clear," you added. "It's not unusual for me to get something like this. Normally it's followed by a picture or something to explain itself, but this time was different."

"Like, predictions." Scotty explained. "And I'll tell ya right now, they are never wrong."

A pain in the back of your neck caught Jim's attention as he reached behind your neck not to check or comfort you but to allow a small device with gangly tendrils to climb out and onto his hand. It seemed to fall asleep, the small box's little red light going dark and it's wiry tendrils going limp. Jim handed it oh so delicately to Spock. Both were wide eyes and attentive. They really cared about the stupid camera. Scotty was kind enough to hell you up and press a damp cloth to the back of your neck.

"Slap on a bandage and you'll be just fine." He said, giving you a small smile. Together you walked to the lift, ready to go back to your quarters and rest. Before the door closed you glanced at the screen. It was replaying the moment you went unconscious Jim stepped into your view, a scowl on his face as he stared you down, the door closing off the interaction.

"Scotty, where is the crew now?"

"Med bay?"

-

End of part 1

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[heroismdreams-moved]

Explanation : Cynthia's Personal Brand of Heroics

Cynthia is loud, and very active about her desire to become an epic heroine, the kind bards sing about and whom people look up to in the future. However, we know that this isn’t always the kind of person that she was thanks to the following Harvest Scramble conversation with Severa :

Severa: I remember now. I remember it ALL! Back before you started playing with the boys, you were the girliest of ALL of us! Cynthia: Um... Yeah. I guess I was. Heh heh, I didn't think you'd remember that... Severa: Then all of a sudden you transformed overnight! It's like something... Oh. Oh no. Cynthia, wasn't that... That was right around when... Your mother... Cynthia: ...Yeah. After the Risen killed her. Being such a mama's girl, losing her was... It just...hurt so much. I was so angry. After that, doing girly stuff... It all felt so pointless. I didn't care about being pretty. I just wanted to be strong enough to avenge her. I suppose I looked at the boys and thought they seemed stronger... It's silly, huh? When you spell it all out. But you know how kids are. Severa: That's why you decided to be a hero? Cynthia: Heh, yeah...

This conversation perfectly highlights that becoming a hero wasn’t something that she’s wanted to be for a long time, it was the result of a deep trauma of losing someone she cared deeply about. However, I do not believe that this trauma led to the heroic personality we now know and see in her, as this dialogue implies she would be today an ‘Avenger’ type hero. There must be more.

Allow me to submit this line of dialogue from Cynthia and Yarne’s B-Support:

Yarne: But I WANT to fight! I'm tired of feeling so pathetic. Everyone else is fighting with everything they've got, and I'm still turning tail. Cynthia: Well then, if you want it that bad, maybe you can work through the fear. […] Cynthia: You should become a hero! Yarne: A...hero? Cynthia: Yeah! A hero just like me! I mean, I'm still in training myself, but you could join me! It'll be totally great!

To me this dialogue implies that Cynthia’s descision to be a hero wasn’t just born out of a desire for revenge, but of pure fear as well. She offers the solution of becoming a hero after he confides that he doesn’t want to be afraid anymore. This likely was her own thought process as well.

Let’s quickly examine two of Cynthia’s Event Tiles responses to what she does in her freetime, and what she dreams about :

"I make sure everyone is safe! Seeing another crisis averted makes me happy."

"I dream of becoming someone's hero! I want to protect the people who matter."

The first quote implies that at the start of her path to become a hero she sought to be the Avenger-Type hero, not unlike Owain himself. This would make sense if she saw Owain and the other boys her age and thought to be ‘strong like them.’ But the above quotes from her Event Tiles do not sound like an Avenger, but a Protector instead.

I will not submit my next bit of evidence - the C-Support and the B-Support between the two ‘Heroic’ Future Kids, Owain and Cynthia.

Cynthia: Okay, fine. But this is just between us! So I'm trying to plan a dramatic entrance for our next battle. Something...heroic. Owain: Well, if you're going to be a hero, there's only one real option... Wait until your friends are on the brink of defeat, then show up and smite the enemy! There's nothing more heroic than a big comeback. Cynthia: That's terrible! I can't do that! Owain: Why not? A hero always shows up at the last minute. It's in the job description. Cynthia: No, it's not! A real hero is there the whole time, tirelessly defending her allies! [...] Cynthia: Well, I've been thinking about what you said, and it still feels wrong. You want me to wait and appear at the end, but what if someone needs me? What if they get hurt? Or...worse? Owain: That's the whole point! You come swooping in just before anyone gets hurt! Cynthia: But what if you're too late? Owain: Just don't let it happen. Situational analysis is a basic part of heroism. Cynthia: Mmm, it's still a risk. I think I'd rather just be there from the beginning.

Cynthia’s idea of a hero, as outlined above, is someone who fights there from the beginning, someone on the front lines, someone who doesn’t want to risk the lives of those she cares about.

I believe that in the process from being the Avenger-Type Hero and to the Protector-Type Hero, Cynthia likely lost more than just her parents, that due to her own inaction and hesitance, someone lost their life right in front of her eyes. After that, avenging the death of her parents was no longer as important to her, but rather keeping everyone else alive was. 

But, this still doesn’t make up her entire Hero persona; She acts brave, she acts hero-like, but most importantly, she’s cheerful. Allow me to now present my next bits of dialogue, lifted from Cynthia’s C-Support with a Female Avatar, her C and B support with Yarne, and her C and Support with Lucina.

Cynthia: Hey, stop worrying already! I can take care of myself. I'm a hero, remember? It's my job to rally and inspire our comrades.

Yarne: H-hey! That's not... Oh, who am I kidding. Yes I am. Mostly, I'm just surprised to hear you say I'm all right the way I am. You're the only one who thinks so. So, yeah. Thanks. Cynthia: Aw, come on, buddy. Smile! As a hero, I'm not allowed to leave the scene until you're wearing a grin. Yarne: R-right. I'll try. […] Cynthia: Pffft! All you have to do is stand up to evil and help anyone who needs helping. If you follow those two rules, anyone can become a hero!

Lucina: I'm afraid such techniques aren't my style. I try not to attract undue attention on the battlefield, as a rule. Cynthia: But nailing a really flamboyant move would be a guaranteed morale booster! Lucina: You really think morale would be boosted if I "nailed a flamboyant move"? Cynthia: I'm shocked you even have to ask! You're like a shining ray of hope for us. Both as Chrom's kid AND a fighter! And with such a heroic role comes a responsibility to inspire your allies. A single word or action from you could turn the tide of an entire battle! […] […] Lucina: Er... C-Come forth...light of justice? Cynthia: You're not selling it! What happened to the bold warrior-goddess Lucina I know? You're fearless in combat—how can you be afraid of a few lines of dialogue?! Lucina: I'm sorry. It's just... It IS rather embarrassing. Cynthia: Only because you're not putting your heart into it!If you really belt it out, you'll be surprised how convincing it sounds! It's called "method acting", and it's all the rage among theater folk nowadays. Lucina: If you say so... Cynthia: Trust me, I've been doing this all my life. […] Cynthia: Listen to you! I don't know about the others, but MY morale is through the roof! This is so hero-y!

Inspiration, smiles, morale - Cynthia equates all of this with her hero persona as well. We know that her future was dark, bleak, to the point where nothing there would grow anymore. They lost a lot of lives, and were fighting against a literal deity with an army of death at it’s side. 

I believe depression was a large problem around the army. I believe fear was a problem as well. I believe it’s likely that some people just... gave up entirely.

This, I feel, is the last piece of the puzzle that explains Cynthia’s personal brand of heroics - people were dying because they didn’t have hope anymore. Cynthia had already decided that as a hero she couldn’t let anyone else die, so what is a hero to do than put on a smile, give out inspiring speeches, help everyone that she can, and do whatever she can to rally the people already under her protection.

Cynthia’s solo ending is thus :

Cynthia never gave up on becoming a hero and traveled the land in the name of justice. While she impacted the world of comedy more than the world of legend, people still loved her for trying.

And I feel like the fact that she impacted ‘comedy’ more than anything else would’ve been alright with her, as the lack of joy in her world was among the last enemies she had to fight.

Tldr : Cynthia’s heroics emerged as a defense mechanism to deal with her mother’s death, and over time it evolved to her trying to keep people alive from both physical and mental threats.

Oh, and one more thing - check out Sumia and Robin’s A-support!

Sumia: Hold, Avatar! Do you think me insane?! Avatar: Well, I didn't... Sumia: For I see that which others cannot! Demons and devils lurk in shadows dark! Avatar: A-are you feeling all right, Sumia? Perhaps I should summon a healer... Sumia: ...What? Hee hee! Oh, no, I'm fine! See, I'm reading a new book. I was just pretending to be the heroine. Her name is Madame Shambles, and she sees what others cannot in shadows dark! Anyway, I've been saying her lines to try and get inside her head and be more like her. ...Do you think that's weird? Avatar: Yes, it's actually very weird. Sumia: Oh, pegasus dung! I was worried it might be. But see, I thought if I could act like her, I'd maybe become less of a clod.

Like mother like daughter...

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

#✽ meta #long post #apologies to mobile users as Idk if the read more will work for you #i guess this also borders into headcanon territory so #... #✽ headcanon

[filmstruck]

PRÊT-À-PORTER (’94): Is It Pretty the Way It Is? By Nathaniel Thompson

Going to the movies in the 1990s was… strange. With big studios starting to really exercise a chokehold over what theaters were showing on screens across the country, there was still a bright light as indie films were also finding surprising ways of getting into mainstream theaters by utilizing strategies that are almost alien compared to the way things are now. Of course, the line between indie and studio was blurry, especially in cases like Fine Line, but it was exciting to have international prestige films popping up all over the place. One of the biggest shocks came in 1992 with THE PLAYER, a major comeback film for Robert Altman with seemingly every big name in Hollywood appearing somewhere in the frame over the course of this124-minute tale of murder and entitlement in Tinseltown. Altman had been considered unemployable by Hollywood at that point; his last bona fide theatrical feature was the poorly received BEYOND THERAPY (’87), followed by the brilliant TV miniseries TANNER ’88 (’88, of course) and the BBC miniseries VINCENT & THEO (’90), which was contorted into a theatrical feature after its run on television. (Those latter two and a fine selection of other Altman films are all available for viewing on FilmStruck and The Criterion Channel.) The funny thing is everyone still respected Altman; he just wasn’t considered bankable after a string of big-budget flops.

So, Fine Line (a division of New Line, now a division of Warner Bros.) had a big hit with THE PLAYER, and they followed it up right away with another all-star arthouse project, SHORT CUTS (’93). Adapted from a selection of deeply acidic, unsettling short stories by Raymond Carver, it turned out to be an epic, three-hour snapshot of Angelenos that was just as unflattering as his previous critique of Hollywood. By this point it was also obvious that Altman’s tone had changed; the man who had mounted a string of modest but technically innovative theatrical adaptations throughout the 1980s was now painting on a much larger, broader canvas, closer to the approach of his classic NASHVILLE (’75) but with an attitude that people often read as misanthropic or even downright hateful about humanity. Whether that’s the case is up for debate as a look at these films in context feels to me more like sad-eyed humanism with a heavy streak of dark comedy, but that’s up to each viewer’s personal taste.

It was inevitable that the big gorilla on the indie film scene, Miramax, would want in on the Altman action after his return to grace, so they jumped at the chance for another ambitious portrait of a glamorous lifestyle packed to the gills with famous faces: PRÊT-À-PORTER (’94), an unprecedented peek at the fashion industry, shot on location in Paris with a multitude of real-life haute couture personalities captured in their natural environment. It also had the selling points of Julia Roberts, one of the biggest movie stars in the world at the time and a bit of an Altman vet after a pivotal moment in THE PLAYER, and a reunion of Italian cinema icons Sophia Loren and Marcello Mastroianni, including a reprise of their famous striptease scene from Vittorio De Sica’s YESTERDAY, TODAY AND TOMORROW (’63). What could go wrong?

Well, for one thing there was that title. American moviegoers were perceived as deeply afraid of titles they didn’t understand, most laughably when the James Bond film LICENCE REVOKED had to change its title to LICENCE TO KILL (’89) because, according to marketers, the average U.S. citizen had no idea what “revoked” meant. Likewise, for its American release, Altman’s film was retitled READY TO WEAR, for obvious reasons. When the film opened, anticipation was high… and then people hated it. With a passion. This wasn’t a fun, fizzy jaunt to Paris with lots of high fashion eye candy. Instead it turned out to be a dark, strange, cynical barrage of overlapping storylines, united by the visual motif of characters stepping in doggie doo and climaxing in a sneering middle finger on the catwalk orchestrated by Anouk Aimée’s fashion designer and prompting a reaction of pure disgust from the glamour-worshiping American reporter Kitty Potter (Kim Basinger). Critics turned on Altman in droves during the film’s Christmas opening in America, and it left theaters far more quickly than the director’s last two films.

However, it’s a film that really sticks with you. The lack of a streamlined narrative isn’t an issue here as Altman goes for a full environmental immersion, showing how art and commerce can create a deeply dysfunctional but fascinating atmosphere that can bring out the worst and the wackiest sides of human nature. There’s a constant tension between the sleek Panavision visuals (no one uses widescreen quite like Altman) and the roiling nastiness inside the characters, and for some reason the same barbed tactic of those prior two films really hit a raw nerve here. 

The film was better received overseas where its tonal oddities didn’t seem quite so jarring, and despite its jaded view of superficiality, there’s no denying that there’s a vast amount of pleasure in just observing the insane roster of names you can see all in one place: Jean-Pierre Cassel, Forest Whitaker, Lauren Bacall, Tim Robbins, Jean Rochefort, Sally Kellerman, Richard E. Grant, Danny Aiello, Lily Taylor, Stephen Rea, Lyle Lovett, Tracey Ullman, Teri Garr and even Pedro Almodóvar muse/fashion staple, Rossy De Palma. It’s like someone took every 1990s American indie film and threw them in a blender with all of France’s biggest stars, which means that the film now plays like a priceless time capsule, capturing a point in cinema history that can’t possibly be replicated. 

It’s up for debate whether this nostalgia has softened the film’s sharp bite over the years, especially since several of the beloved actors appearing on screen are no longer with us (not to mention Altman himself). It certainly isn’t a film that’s gone soft at its core, there’s something to be said for its poisonous beauty and the way it refuses to let an entire industry get a free pass just because their famous and, of course, oh so pretty.

#Prêt-à-Porter #Ready To Wear #Robert Altman #FilmStruck #Marcello Mastroianni #Sophia Loren #StreamLine Blog #Nathaniel Thompson

[crowned-ladybug]

Resolution

This was gonna be a short, happy fic but then I decided to take the angsty route instead. Oops. First time writing a New Year’s fic, I think? I might have actually kept it for the 31st if I didn’t have to bribe Asri with it.

I was listening to “Never Enough” from The Greatest Showman soundtrack while writing and while the lyrics don’t fit, the melody goes p well with the last scene. Especially since I can’t write epic kissing, but music makes it a little better.

Characters: Shawn, Jameson, Marvin, Jackie

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: self-destructive tendencies, self-hate, internalised homphobia, anxiety, Shawn is a very frustrating asshole but he suffers for it. Shawn/Jameson and background Marvelsepticeye.

"I told you, Jameson. No," Shawn sighs, turning away, not even giving Jameson a chance to respond as he goes about sorting out some of his shelves. He needs to clear out some clutter to make place for even more. He knows he's being incredibly rude because Jameson can't just talk to him if he's not looking, but he doesn't care. Being a rude, shitty person is just what people know him for anyway. He feels Jameson tug gently on one of his sleeves and he turns to look at him with an annoyed expression. He starts with signing "please", but Shawn cuts him off. "I said no. Go find someone else to go out fucking freeze at midnight with you just to watch some damn explosions people feel all-so-inclined to waste their money on. You know, someone who's actually up for it."

Jameson gives him a sharp look and Shawn refuses to feel bad for being so harsh to him. He's stubborn and proud and...Jameson has much better people to spend his New Year's with anyway.

"Why don't you just go bother Marvin and Jackie, huh?" Shawn jabs, going back to making more space on the shelf he's working on. "Or the whole fucking lot that's coming together at Chase's place, or-"

His words are cut short when he's grabbed by the arm, Jameson yanking on him and turning him towards himself to talk to him. "Because I don't care what the others are doing," Jameson signs almost angrily. "I want to spend New Year's Eve with you. Specifically."

Shawn almost softens. Part of him really just wants to give in and tell Jameson that fine, they can go and watch the fucking fireworks if he wants to that much, anything for him. Part of him wants to apologise for being an asshole, kiss his forehead and see that beautiful smile of his. Part of him wants to be the sweetest he can be, because he’s in love. But another part of him is bitter, fuelling his anger and holding onto his loneliness with an iron grip. It's the part that he knows always makes him say the things he will regret later. But for now it feels right.

"Oh, should I be flattered?" he sneers. Part of him is panicking over every word. He shouldn't be doing this. He's going to hurt Jameson, he's going to hurt himself, he shouldn't, he can't- "Guess what, I don't feel like freezing my fucking balls off for some shitty homemade lightshow and a bunch of noise."

He pretends not to see the way Jameson withdraws at his behaviour. He pretends not to see the pain his words are causing. He pretends not to see Jameson signing "we don't have to-" because he's still the same old, endlessly sweet guy he's always been, the one Shawn has fallen so easily in love with. He pretends not to care, because the world is a shitty place and it hurts and he's doomed to loneliness anyway, and he just doesn't fucking care.

"Do I need to spell it out for you?" Shawn hisses, and his mind and heart are crying in unison for him to stop committing so many horrible mistakes. But he's a bitter fool just running with what he’s started, and he ignores them. "Very sweet of you to wanna spend New Year's with me. But guess what? I don't wanna fucking spend it with you."

And with that he turns and marches out of his workshop, because he feels like crying and punching a wall, and he doesn't know which he will get to first. He's just done something horrible, and he dreads the moment the realisation of it fully hits.

He runs back down to his workshop in less than five minutes, his anger gone and eyes already brimming with tears. Jameson isn't there anymore. Of course he isn't, why would have he waited? He's probably never coming back either. Not if he's in his right mind.

Shawn screams in his frustration until his voice breaks. He punches a wall as hard as he can and hisses when it hurts way more than he'd expected, and he ends up smearing blood on the wallpaper and his own clothes, and then on his face too when he wipes at his tears. He doesn't even care. He accidentally pulls down a shelf, but he doesn't even move to pick anything up. He collapses into his chair by the workbench, slumps forward and just cries. He cries until he can't anymore, because he's run out of tears and his head is killing him. He doesn't move to get up and make his way back up to his flat, he sees no point. He just lays his head down on the workbench and stares at the wall through the last of his tears.

What has he done?

The next few days leading up to New Year's are miserable. He keeps trying to make toys to take his mind off of things, but everything reminds him of Jameson, and those thoughts make his hands shake until his tools drop heavily onto the workbench and roll away without him grasping for them again. The makeshift bandaging he'd done over his knuckles is dishevelled and dirty and is probably doing more harm than good. He spends his nights sleepless, not even bothering to lie down in bed, knowing there's no point. One morning he ends up grabbing the shirt Jameson had worn in place of pyjamas the first time he'd slept over, and he just about has the strength to throw it at the wall before he breaks down crying again. No one comes to visit, because Jameson obviously doesn't want to see him right now, and everyone else probably knows by now what he'd done. They're right to leave him to suffer alone. He deserves it.

He's such a big fucking idiot and he knows it. He was scared, but he should have never done that. He was, is, deathly afraid of commitment and he chose such a horrible way to handle that. He's scared of being in a relationship and doing things people in relationships do, and he's scared because he's in love with another guy and a part of him (and a part of the world) is still convinced that it's wrong. He's scared going outside at all, and he's terrified of what might happen if he held Jameson's hand or god forbid kissed him under the fireworks at midnight. He wants that, oh how much he wants it, but it's all new and terrifying. And he chose the worst way to handle it.

He's used to being alone, he was always meant to live alone and die alone. But he somehow still ended up falling in love and wanting to be with someone else, and now he'd ruined that and it hurts so, so much. Now he knows what a broken heart feels like. He's always been doomed for loneliness and he'll get used to it eventually, he knows. Sometime in the future he really will. But he'd hurt Jameson, and he can never forgive himself for that.

He's resting on the workbench with his head laid on his arms when he hears a knock against the doorframe. He's awfully slow looking up, and he gives up trying to clear his vision after three or four fruitless tries. There's only one person he knows who wears a white mask and a cape anyway. He doesn't need more details to figure out his visitor is Marvin.

Marvin freezes for a moment just staring at Shawn, shocked by the state he finds him in. I mean, he'd always known the poor guy to be horrible at taking care of himself, but damn. "Wow, you look horrible."

Shawn doesn't even say some snarky comeback, and if that isn't a bad sign, Marvin doesn't know what is. "Leave me alone, Whiskers," Shawn mumbles, burying his face back into his arms tiredly. "I've done something horrible."

"Yeah, and guess why I'm here?" Marvin sighs as he walks over. He'd expected to find Shawn with at least some if his dignity left, but apparently he’s come too late for that. Shawn is, apparently, an absolute wreck.

"To tell me I deserve it?" without even looking up Shawn groans. "You're a little too late for that. I've already fucking told myself that plenty of times."

Marvin runs a hand through his hair. Fuck. "Jesus Christ," he grabs Shawn's arm and tugs on him to make him look up. Shawn numbly obeys. "I'm here to help you fix all the bullshit you've gotten yourself into. Also to make sure you aren't dead, because guess what? That's what friends fucking do."

Shawn laughs dryly and turns away, but doesn't move to free his arm from Marvin's grip. "And how exactly are you planning to fix this? Magic?"

"Partially," Marvin agrees, then pulls on Shawn's arm again. "Now come on, you ass. First thing's first we gotta fix you. Jesus fuck, what did you do to your hand?!"

Shawn hums with mild interest as Marvin pulls him up from his chair and tries to make him stand without much success. "Oh, I punched a wall."

"Congratulations. I'm guessing the wall won," Marvin grumbles with a bit of amusement in his voice. He pulls Shawn's arm over his shoulder, because he surely knows poor guy wouldn't really be able to walk by himself and not run into corners or downright just smooch Mother Earth. He half guides, half carries him up to his flat to then drop him on the couch, and Shawn doesn't show any resistance. That's the saddest part. He seems absolutely dejected and way too aware of what he'd done. Who knew he had so much empathy in him? Or feelings in general.

"Jesus, man," Marvin shakes his head in disbelief once he finishes using his healing magic on Shawn's injured hand. "You broke all five of your knuckles, you moron."

Shawn looks at his hand with a hint of curiosity and flexes his fingers. They're back to working flawlessly and without any pain. "Huh. Didn't even realise that. I guess that explains why they hurt so much."

Marvin wants to scold him, but he doesn't have the heart to. Even with his hand fixed up, Shawn still looks terrible. His clothes are crumpled and even dirtier than usual, his hair the biggest mess Marvin has ever seen it. His eyes are puffy and bloodshot, his face smudged from crying, and he looks like he hasn't slept in days. He probably really hasn't. Marvin wonders when was the last time he had eaten or even just had a drink.

It's a whole morning of activities to get Shawn to look like at least somewhat of a functional person again. Marvin is glad he decided to check in first thing in the morning. But by one in the afternoon, Shawn has finally showered and changed, attempted to get his hair to look alright, and had a good lunch and lots to drink thanks to Marvin. The only thing he's missing now is a good sleep, but, well...they can get to that later. Shawn isn't exactly one to be asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.

And now he's sitting on the couch, picking at the skin around his nails, looking much better physically but just as ruined emotionally. Marvin drops down next to him with a sigh, readying himself for a long talk.

But before Marvin can say anything, Shawn looks up from his hands for a second. "How is he doing?"

"Jameson? Well, uh..."

"I'm not asking because I wanna go and beg for him to take me back. I won't, because he shouldn't," he can feel Marvin wanting to say something, but he doesn't leave him time to. "I fucked up and I know I did. And I'm no good for him anyway. But I still want to apologise," he looks at Marvin again. "But if he doesn't want to see me at all right now, I won't go and bother him. Because despite what it looks like right now, I don't want to fucking hurt him."

Marvin sighs and lowers his head into his hands. "Fucking hell," he shakes his head slowly, then raises it to look at Shawn again. "Listen, no. You're not gonna go all Romeo and Juliet on me or whatever the fuck metaphor fits your angsty ass. We're gonna fix this."

"But-"

"He loves you, te barom!" he ignores the look of surprise Shawn gives him at the foreign insult. "You broke his heart, sure, and you've got a lot of shit to make up for, but he'd be more than happy to take you back and try again if you just get yourself together and apologise properly and maybe say something nice for a change."

Shawn stays silent for a while, searching what he can see of Marvin's face. "Are you for real?"

"Of course I am! Fuck," he throws his head back and groans. He really should have just asked Jackie to deal with this. He's no good at pep talking lovesick morons like Shawn. "You guys are both my friends, even if I occasionally regret that. And you've just run headfirst into a wall. And I'm trying to help you."

"I..." Shawn shakes his head and sighs. "Thanks."

"No problem, man," Marvin claps him on the shoulder with a relieved smile. "But today is the 31st so you better get yourself together by evening if you still wanna watch the fireworks and start your year right."

Shawn swallows thickly. That's for sure gonna be a big bunch of anxiety, huh? "Oh, wow. Okay. Does that mean you have a great fucking plan or something?"

"Nah," Marvin shrugs, but his smile doesn't waver. "But Jameson's coming to watch the fireworks with me and Jackie at the edge of town. And I've got a feeling that if you join us, show Jameson that you're willing to put up with a little cold for him and tell him how sorry you are without chickening out, he might just consider forgiving you."

"Oh...okay," Shawn runs a hand down his face, but he can't hide his excited smile. "I'm actually gonna do this, huh?"

"You'd better, or I'm gonna punch you," Marvin promises, and Shawn doesn't want to try to guess whether he's serious or not, because he very much could be. "You're gonna go get yourself a boyfriend and do it properly this time."

Shawn stays silent for a while, but he looks very happy and somewhat nervous. Marvin feels accomplished. When Shawn finally speaks again, his tone is much lighter than before, almost joking. "You and Jackie never had to deal with this kinda shit, huh?"

"Exactly," Marvin pokes him in the side, but Shawn doesn't get to complain as Marvin leans closer, a somewhat serious expression on his face. "'Cause we actually fucking talk about stuff."

Shawn snorts as he shoves him away. But he knows Marvin is right.

It's cold as balls and Shawn wants to yell at the weather for doing this to him. Even if the fresh snow crunching under his feet gives even him an inexplicable amount of joy and sparkles mesmerizingly in the faint light wherever he looks. Even if the sky is completely clear and full of stars he might have never even seen before. Even if the first fireworks are already going up a couple minutes before midnight, their pops way quieter and their lights way prettier than Shawn had ever expected. Even if there are only two figures atop the hill him and Marvin are heading for, one short and one tall, and he recognises them as Jameson and Jackie. Even if his heart beats in his throat and he feels so excited and happy thinking he'll get to see Jameson again and finally make things right.

Now that he thinks about it, maybe he doesn't really mind the cold at all.

Jackie and Jameson both turn towards them when they hear them approaching. Jackie gives a happy wave watching them climb the hill, and Jameson smiles warmly. Shawn swears he can feel his heart stop for a moment. He knows Jameson had known he'd come, and he's still here and he looks happy to see him. Fuck, Shawn had missed him so much, and it's only been a couple days.

"Can we talk?" Shawn asks clumsily as soon as he's standing in front of Jameson, and he gets a small, nervous nod in response.

"We promise not to eavesdrop!" Marvin laughs from behind them. Jackie shoves him to the side for it, and Marvin throws a handful of snow at him in response. Shawn watches them with a small smile without saying anything. They look so happy.

When he turns back towards Jameson he sees him beckoning him towards the far end of the hill, and he follows without a further word. He's nervous. There's so many things he wants to say and so many ways he could say them, so many phrases and sentences he's rehearsed in his head. Knowing himself he won't get to properly say any of them, but he’ll try his best.

He glances back at Jackie and Marvin once they're out of hearing distance. Jackie is trying to wrestle a snowball from Marvin's hands, and they spin around as Marvin tries to free himself from his grip. They're both laughing loudly, making the powdery snow fly up around them as they stumble around. Shawn wants to be as happy as they are one day.

He sighs heavily when he looks at Jameson again. There's a lump in his throat he doesn't know what to do about. "I'm sorry," he says, a little quieter than he had hoped, but that's a start, he thinks to himself. And once he starts, the words become easier to say, even if not as eloquent as he had hoped, and he doesn't stop them from coming. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I was scared and I handled it the worst fucking way possible and I hurt you. I'm so fucking sorry. I..." he takes a shaky breath. He's doing this. He's actually doing this. "You don't have to give me another chance, it's completely up to you, but I...I want you to know that I'm sorry and that if you let me try again, I'd...I'd do better, I swear," he bites his lip for a moment. The lump in his throat is starting to become painful and he feels shaky and vulnerable. He doesn't like it, hell, he hates it, but he's not going to back out now. If there's something that's worth doing right, it's this. "Because I love you."

Jameson looks at him with so much love and fondness, and Shawn knows he doesn't deserve it. He doesn't realise he'd started crying until Jameson's bare hand, his glove gathered in the other, comes up to wipe the tears away from his cheek. Shawn leans into his touch and holds his hand against his face a little desperately, and he smiles softly. It only makes Jameson's own smile grow wider.

The noise of fireworks gets more frequent and prominent in the background, and after a moment of confusion Shawn realises what that means – it's midnight. A fleeting thought crosses his mind that maybe he should kiss Jameson, but before he could even consider it he feels himself being pulled forward, the hand in his slipping from his cheek and wrapping around the back of his head instead as Jameson pulls him down into a kiss. He can feel him smile against his lips, and he smiles too, wrapping his arms around his back and pulling him in closer.

No one is around to see them, no one but Marvin and Jackie who are also probably way too busy with their own stuff to care. And Jameson is right there in his arms and kissing him, and then his breath is so warm against his lips when he pulls back to laugh silently. Shawn feels like crying again, but this time with joy.

He presses his forehead against Jameson's as he tries to catch his breath, smile wide. "I love you so much," he breathes before he pulls him into another kiss. He's just so soft and warm and perfect, he can't get enough of him, not now, and he hopes not ever. They have to pull apart all too soon, because they can't stop smiling and laughing. "Well, happy new year to us, I guess," Shawn chuckles finally, and he can feel Jameson's head fall against his chest as he laughs. He hugs him close and he laughs too and then kisses the side of his head.

Jameson raises his hand that isn't wrapped behind Shawn's neck and still has a glove on it, and signs "I love you", then turns his head, still against Shawn's chest, to watch the fireworks going off. Shawn rests his head on top of his and watches too. He has to admit, despite the disgusting temperature, it does look very pretty. And considering his situation, it was beyond worth it to come outside in the middle of the night and freeze to death a bit. He sighs happily and rubs circles into Jameson's back, and he can feel him shuffle a little closer in response. They'll go and join Marvin and Jackie again for a moment and wish them a happy new year and probably get noisy with the trumpets Marvin has brought. But for now, they deserve another moment together.

Shawn knows that the new year is the perfect time to start over. And this time, he's going to do it right.

#is this actually painful or did it just hurt me bc my emotional stability is out the window rn #this turned into like a bunch of character building and shit #fanfiction #writing #oldtimers #marvelsepticeye #shawn flynn #jameson jackson #marvin the magnificent #jackieboy man #shawn's and marvin's friendship keeps showing up unexpectedly but tbh i don't mind #poor marvin did not sign up for this but he's here to help

[thefallhorsemen]

Hello Pumpkin Patch!!! It’s once again time to “Ride With Us” here at The Fall Horsemen. A picture from our adventures during Haunt Seasons past.

Every Wednesday we will feature one picture and give a little explanation for it. We also invite whomever is in the picture, was with us during the trip or ANYONE who attended the Haunt at anytime to bring any more illumination to the scene, the scare...to the Haunt itself!!!

Also, if you happen to work at these fine Haunts please chime in!!! We love hearing the stories of those behind the scares. Consider this a place to tell us about your favorite experiences there.

So let’s see what we have this week:

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Haunt Season 2011- SCarowinds, Charlotte, NC #scarowinds

Wow...two weeks in a row we went back to 2011? Another big flashback, huh? It was a long time ago but it seems fitting to revisit SCarowinds (sometimes written Scarowinds, S Carowinds and the like) considering the news that this years "Haunt" won't be happening. It's a sad thing to hear. Not completely unexpected but then again still sad to see.

Flashing back to that year is a funny one for us. We all looked VERY different than we do now. I still had my pointy beard (which may be making a comeback one day), Jessica had black hair, Nick was a blonde. It was crazy. But what wasn't crazy was the fun we had here.

SCarowinds is usually the first Haunt for us of the season due to the fact that it opens WELL before anything else does (usually the first weekend in September). So we roll up to Charlotte, NC in our finest Halloween gear and prepare for a night of epic fun. Then immediately regret wearing our Halloween gear as it's still 150k degrees outside and overrun with humidty. But we maintain our Halloween composure and make the most of it.

We will definitely miss Scarowinds this year. It was always a blast and we have made MANY memories there. Unlike normal Haunted Attractions, Theme Park Haunts are all about building your own experience. There is a decided lack of scaractors invading your space. They do have scare zones and a few monsters lurking but for the most part you have to seek them out. Not the other way around. Which is fine if you want to just people watch and see them running away scared. Which...admittedly, I may do more than is socially acceptable.

But we will miss the screams and the sounds of coasters running all around. The prices of the food and drinks? Not so much. But regardless we miss it and we will keep a bright light shining for next season when we can return to Cedar Fair's premiere southern theme park Haunt. And just like our post last week also taken in 2011...We will be there opening weekend.

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So what do you think Pumpkin Patch? Have you ever taken in a theme park Haunt? Do you hit up the rides or Haunts the most? We’d love to hear if you ever went or worked the event. It's always good to hear from you.

Let us know in the comments below!! We’d love to hear your thoughts!!! And thank you for Riding with The Fall Horsemen!!!

#ridewithuswednesday #fallhorsemen #thefallhorsemen #fall #halloween #hauntseason #hauntlife #haunters #scarowinds #cedarfair

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[fourangers]

Rite of passage - ch 3

Rating: M

Summary:  Every day, he faced the same rhythm, the same pace that lulled his body to join all that dull reality in this life. In a sudden drastic decision, Sasuke decided to travel, meeting someone that would change his life.

Warning: p0rn in this chappie.

AO3 link | FFnet link

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Chapter 02

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Itinerary 3

Early as in 7 in the friggin' morning early that was too early on Sasuke's book. He glared despite Naruto's cheerful tone while the latter knew him well enough to let him take a small catnap as Naruto drove all the way through.

His body registered that once the car motion had stopped, the soft sound of engine rumbling silencing. He blinked himself awake, letting a small yawn as he unbuckled the safety belt. His eyes registered an oddity. "We're parked in the middle of the road."

"No we're not. We're parked on the roadblock, see." Naruto snorted, shutting the car door.

"You know what I meant." Sasuke returned the comeback with a sharp glare. "We're in the middle of nowhere, in an empty road with nothing but trees surrounding us."

"Yeah, but that old man Fernando said and our landlady confirmed that the waterfall they are talking about is in km 46, see. Plus, there are other cars parked around, so it's probably correct."

"Hn." Sasuke glanced at the appointed cars. "In a horror movie, this is probably the part where the villain who has been faking being a good guy so far, would attract some dumb jock to a deserted place and murder him on the back."

Naruto laughed. "You can check me if I'm carrying a knife or a gun if you want then."

"Luckily for me, I can defend myself."

Sasuke followed Naruto behind, noticing that there was a hiking trail behind a sign board.

"If you say so. Plus, you and I have to agree that I'm more like a protagonist in this case. The hero, courageous and kind, moving undaunted by all the risks and deaths surrounding him, who would inflict the fist of justice upon the greatest villain he ever faced." Naruto narrated with a serious tone, using large hand gestures to stress the epicness, punctuated while they were climbing through the large stairs made of red earth.

"And who would probably end up with some random love interest that he probably interacted for two minutes in the movie."Sasuke muttered, trying not to trip on the long tree roots.

"Yeah, we can't be perfect after all can we." Naruto continued climbing down when he turned to face Sasuke with a wide grin. "Hey, I think I heard some splash! Maybe we're getting close!"

"Joy." Sasuke muttered coolly.

"Yeah yeah yeah, I know deep down you're all giddy ready for it."

"Sure." Sasuke did smirk this time, knowing that Naruto was probably rolling his eyes in response.

He also took his time to admire the forest, noting the differences with the one in his country; the thick foliages, lush green despite the cold season. Even though he was wearing a jacket when they began walking through the trail, a thin layer of sweat was already sticking his t-shirt to his back. He made a frustrated grunt when he tried to balance himself on the uneven ground, holding on a nearby tree while he scaled down.

Sasuke didn't really pay much attention how much minutes had passed though all the extenuating effort made it felt like time had stretched long enough. Even Naruto, that was making jokes and chatting non-stop at the beginning, had now his mouth zipped shut focusing not tripping on a nearby rock. This better be worth all the trouble.

All the human voices were increasing by the steps, encouraging them to keep on walking. The sound of water could be heard loud and clear once they reached the spot, as Naruto happily sighed.

"Wow."

Briefly squinting his eyes from the sudden flash of sunlight, Sasuke let out a quiet gasp, agreeing with Naruto's statement. Strong currents of water were blasting through tall mountain rocks leaving a sheen mist permeating on the air, a dark green colored lake pooled in midst of huge dark rocks, all being embraced by tall trees with several vines, all this breathtaking vision just waiting to be captured within a camera lens.

Sasuke fumbled to pick his camera in his backpack as Naruto already took few pictures with his cellphone and stripped off his t-shirt. Sasuke followed suit once he felt he snapped enough photos, placing his bag on a dry place.

He got close to a calmer surface of the lake, after hopping through several rocks and avoiding some sharp edges. At the very moment his feet touched the water, Sasuke cursed loudly. Fuck, this was cold. Not cold, gelid. He heard Naruto hissing too, his legs skipping around like some weird dance, trying to get used to the low temperature of the water.

Sasuke started walking around on the shallow part of the lake, trying to adjust his body to the water, thankful for the strong sun brightening in that clear blue sky.

"Oh fuck it." Naruto grumbled and then dove right in the lake with a loud splash.

Sasuke widened his eyes from that bold move, despite Naruto rising afterwards, shivering from head to toe. He submerged once again till Sasuke could only recognize blond strands of hair peeking out of the water, swimming few meters away.

A competitive side niggled on the back of his mind, so Sasuke immediately swam with broad strokes, not wanting to lose to Naruto. At first his muscles protested from the sudden clash of temperatures, but adapted well once he had exercised enough, reveling the refreshing sweet water.

His head bumped onto a soft warm body, so Sasuke stood up staring Naruto's grin that stretched from ear to ear.

"Enjoying so far?"

"I guess." Sasuke narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms.

"So don't you think it's time for us to go to the main event? C'mon, I think that all those guys" Naruto pointed to the people who were already in the waterfall before them. "jumped like thrice already since we're here and I wanted to do it too."

"You can go, I'll watch. Good luck." Sasuke turned around, ready for another dipping.

Naruto scowled. Then beamed mischievously. "Scaredy cat."

"Last one loses have to pay today's lunch." Sasuke began sprinting with Naruto on his tail.

The path to the top of the waterfall was quite steep. Through each exerted effort, climbing each stone and jumping upwards, the strong breeze blew through Sasuke's face reminded him how far he was getting from the lake. He briefly turned his head and his legs almost turned to jelly. Gulping dryly, Sasuke inhaled and pressed on.

Some stones were covered with slippery moss as each step was carefully calculated to avoid any accident, the slow movement only increased his heartbeats. Sasuke approached at the edge of the cliff, dark eyes widening as the roaring cascades almost deafened his ears. It almost felt like icicles had lodged in his stomach.

He almost jumped when Naruto poked from behind his shoulder. "What?" Sasuke growled.

"Uuuuh…it's ok if you don't want to jump yet. I just teased but I don't want to pressure you too much." Naruto offered a tentative smile.

Sasuke huffed, shaking his head. "I'm ok, just need…few minutes." He balled his hand into a fist, vision still focused on the waterfall.

A pair of warm hands touched each side of his shoulder and shook his body gently, trying to disperse his anxiety.

"Ok ok…so, you already jumped on a trampoline at least right?" Naruto asked.

Sasuke nodded wordlessly.

"So it's almost the same thing. You saw other people jumping so it's perfectly safe. I mean, not 100% safe but you caught my drift right. Everything will be fine. You just have to relax the body to avoid any accident. You already done this before, so it's nothing out of ordinary." Naruto explained patiently.

Sasuke just made a snort of disbelief in return.

Naruto rolled his eyes. "Anyways you bastard…You can do it. Go."

Huffing, Sasuke stepped closer to the tip of the waterfall and then stared down, the lake so far away from where he was standing and everything looked so tiny and blurred. This vision almost made his head dizzy, unbalancing his feet.

Sasuke heard a shout. "Don't look down!"

"Too fucking late." He grumbled to himself.

Closing his eyes with another deep inhale, he jumped. For long, torturous, wondrous seconds, there were only gusts of wind around him, adrenaline pumping his heart as his body only waited the end. In one blink, cold and refreshing water suddenly engulfed him till he was completely submerged within it. For brief panicked seconds, Sasuke almost feared he wouldn't emerge back, but thankfully his instincts kicked in. Soon he was floating back to the surface, his quickened breaths filling his lungs with air. He placed his head on the lake and swam backwards, perfectly content.

"WOOO HOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" Dark eyes rolled in mock exasperation, recognizing the voice from that echoed scream. Almost two seconds later (that felt like hours for him but it was always too quick in reality), he heard the loud splash and jubilant laughter right afterwards.

"That was fucking great!" Naruto shouted, grinning widely. He swan around the border of the lake few times, approaching towards Sasuke. "Let's do it again."

"You're crazy." Sasuke snorted. Then, on the same breath. "Let's go."

The second time wasn't hard as the first time, as Sasuke was getting more used to the sensation and thrill of it. By the fourth or fifth time he was even trying some other maneuvers, with Naruto snapping some photographs the moment of the splash.

All in all it was a worthwhile experience that made every bit of his cell reinvigorated, if he knew this would give such positive outcome he would have done this ages ago.

Honestly…he was getting tired of wasting his life away.

Onyx eyes zeroed on that tall path as he climbed upwards once again. However this time he settled to simply sit on the edge of the waterfall, admiring the scenery.

Taking long, deep breaths, Sasuke let his senses guide its time, appreciating the sounds of the waterfall, birds tweeting, the gentle sway of tree branches moving with the wind. Goosebumps prickled when a fresh breeze passed through, letting the sun warming his skin. His eyes committed to his memory never forgetting the cerulean sky blessing the forest below, untouched nature guarded by human hands.

Sasuke noticed on the corner of his eye someone approaching. He turned slightly to see a bashful smile coming from Naruto. "You mind some company?"

He shook his head, turning back to stare ahead in quiet meditation. Minutes flowed with the comfortable silence that fell so naturally, understanding that words were unheeded now.

It felt nice for once, he didn't need to pay attention to the clock. With anxiety piling up, tasks clogging his schedule as hours simply flew by, another day being cast away. Another month was over. An year being scratched through.

Previously he was filled with responsibilities and many activities but now…he was doing nothing. Nothing but sightseeing. But why doing something apparently so meaningless made him feel so…appeased?

Naruto continued sitting on his side, also enjoying gazing upon the scenery. Sasuke appreciated this companionship, relaxing his limbs even further.

"This…is quite pleasant." He murmured.

"Yeah, it's nice right? I could stare this all day." Naruto said, stretching his limbs.

"Hm."

"No matter where, I really like taking my time appreciating any place I go." Naruto breathed out contentedly.

"It is a nice idea. For all we know, we only have this one life to live, so better seize it fully before it's too late." Sasuke murmured.

"Then…we look kind of silly, just sitting here, watching the waterfall."

"It's not only about watching it's…" His onyx eyes narrowed, sighing. "you're consciously letting the time pass with your own consent, instead of feeling like everything is going past by you before you could even really experience it."

"Yeah, I get what you mean. Sometimes it's really annoying even when I'm doing something ordinary, before I'd know it, hours flew by. And it almost feel like you couldn't really savor how time will pass, no matter how inevitable this is."

"Yes…" Sasuke stared down his hand, curling it. "And then, before you realize, your life will be spent just like that, with you feeling like you haven't lived enough."

And even though he was enjoying the present moment, he couldn't elude the uneasiness and insecurity haunting his every waking move. Sometimes he could forget for brief seconds if his mind was too busy with his work, but the second when night would fall, and another day had passed, his eyes would transfix at the ceiling, shaken to the core.

"Then…you'll look at this beautiful place and it feels like this fear might only a nightmare…but it's always with you, looming at the back of your mind." Sasuke heard the contemplative phrase, echoing his previous fears.

Sasuke turned around. He watched, entranced, as the blue hue of Naruto's eyes acquired the same warmth from the bright sky.

"I'm really glad I agreed going with you in this journey." Naruto beamed.

"Really? Why?" Sasuke was taken aback.

"I met with some other people here and there before…some even traveled with me. They were all very, how can I explain." Naruto rubbed the back of his head. "Eager, almost desperate to live…doing all sorts of things, dangerous sports, doing everything from dawn to dusk. But I guess no one really stopped to appreciate and really think about what exactly is about…living life."

"Is that so?" Sasuke couldn't let even one day pass without mulling about all this.

"I guess thinking about such things about life…or death. Can't be pleasant, so a lot of people prefer not thinking about it, no matter how obvious it'd be, and how sometimes this uncertainty can bring this hollowness in yourself." Naruto rubbed the back of his head. "Life is too short, why not enjoy it instead of getting depressed thinking about this; is what they'd answer me whenever I talked about it."

"Why would I even stop thinking about it, what's the disadvantage ignoring it? Self-awareness and questioning your one self is probably the only thing that make us different from other animals, I don't get why would I even stop doing this for one second." Reflecting about life might terrorize him from time to time, but there was no way Sasuke would trade this for anything else.

Naruto smiled. "Yep. That's why I said I'm glad I agreed going with you in this journey."

His dark eyes blinked, before fixing towards Naruto's expression. The noises of waterfall, birds chirping and all suddenly felt muffled, as if Sasuke was really looking at him for the first time.

Naruto stared back, his heartbeats increasing under Sasuke's intense gaze. He could feel his cheeks heat up, his body almost wanting to move closer and erase the distance between them.

Out of nowhere, Sasuke stood up making Naruto jump from his seat as the brunet was dusting off his swimming trunks. He turned to face Naruto, speaking unflappably. "It's almost time for lunch."

Naruto raised his eyebrows, before shrugging and also stood up. "Yeah, I guess we spent enough time in here." He brightened up. "Oh yeah! I asked the landlady and she said that Fernando and his family are good friends with her, it's totally safe visiting them."

Sasuke frowned, but otherwise maintained his neutral expression.

"Also, they are going to have um…" Naruto paused, huffing. "I forgot the english word, aaargh. It's…like a party? But only between friends it's mostly playing music with their own band and everything…sarau. Do English have a word to sarau?"

Sasuke shook his head, chuckling. "I don't think so but I got the gist of it."

"Yeah! So you wanna go?" Naruto asked as they were climbing down the stairs.

This time Sasuke did grimace, letting out a soft sigh. He wasn't much for parties, social gatherings and such. To add salt to injury, whereas he preferred few number of friends, tonight he was going to a place where he knew no one, with a language barrier hindering him above all.

"You don't have to if you don't want to." Naruto said, noticing the lingering silence.

Then again, he went all the way to a foreign country so he could get away from his usual comfort zone.  He could get along with locals and listen to their music, this was an opportunity that he wouldn't want to let it go waste, however uncomfortable it may appear at first glance.

"Sure, we can go." Sasuke thought for a second and added. "But if possible, let's not stay there for too long because I do want to rest after you made me wake up so early today."

Naruto laughed. "Ok, sounds like a plan."

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At this point of the story, Sasuke already had the general feeling that he should get used to Brazil's less-than-desirable roads. Aside the highways, most of them aren't well-maintained, with several holes. Not all of them are made of asphalt, as they were going through a road full of dangerous curves that would make anyone with weak stomach queasy.

From afar, warm lights were illuminating a large house as they were getting closer to their destination. Naruto parked nearby, Sasuke was already recognizing the old man that helped them out yesterday. He was going to raise his hand as a greeting, however instead, Fernando quickly enveloped him with a bear hug, also giving another tight embrace towards Naruto once he freed Sasuke. An old lady, which Sasuke assumed to be his wife, also beamed giving a kiss on each side of his cheeks, patting on his shoulder. Sasuke patted back awkwardly. He still struggled getting used to brazilian hospitality.

Naruto made sure to explain that Sasuke couldn't speak one word in Portuguese, so while they were hurrying them to the dining room, the younger generation spoke with him with a broken English. Mouth-watering food arrived right away much to their delight and despite Sasuke's previous reservations, the dinner went without much of a hitch.

Stomachs filled, minds content, they all went outside with several instruments and some beer. Sasuke's eyes lit up once he noticed Fernando bringing some cachaça, Naruto shook his head as he approached them.

"You and your cachaça, I swear."

Sasuke offered a glass. "You can drink too if you want."

"Nah. Designated driver here, 'member? I won't drink much." As soon Naruto said those words, bunch of kids dragged him out of the way. Sasuke had to snort at the sight; one kid climbed all the way up to cling on Naruto's neck, little girls were holding him down on each arm, another kid hugged him tightly from behind resembling a koala clutching a branch.

The family started singing, with some playing an acoustic guitar, other settled the rhythm by drumming on any nearby surface. Naruto was dancing in clumsy steps with a girl who was literally half his size, with Fernando refilling more cachaça in Sasuke's cup. The group were chatting and taking photographs, their merry voices echoed through the night. Soon Fernando's elder mother (who Naruto jokingly said that she fancied Sasuke) brought freshly baked homemade cakes, even though Sasuke was still full from the dinner and wasn't a fan of sweets, he took a tentative bite on the carrot cake, admitting that it was delicious.

Quietly sipping his glass, Sasuke let the sounds of music and chattering drown him in, lights becoming a blur, making his body light. The people playing music were far from being professional, but they sang full of emotion and vigor, with an easy melody that would make him hum along. He could swear he was getting drunk, not only from all the alcohol he ingested, but from all this happiness injecting in his system.

He noticed that Naruto with the kids, as well as some adults, were picking up some flashlights. He growled out. "Where are you going?"

Blue eyes blinked at the sudden question. "We're out for a walk around the farm."

Hn. "I'll go." Sasuke muttered as he stood up, joining the group. It was more difficult to coordinate his limbs in his inebriated state, nevertheless he managed to follow them with considerable grace. However, as they were taking too long walking through tall grass fields, all Sasuke wanted was to lie down and rest.

Naruto saw that the brunet was falling behind, so he took a few steps back and asked. "You alright there?"

 A black eyebrow was raised, as the group were going inside a dimly lit forest. "Why are they going in there?"

"Oh. They said that this forest have some owls so they went there to check it out." Naruto shrugged one shoulder. "So let's go?"

Sighing, Sasuke sat in one of the grass hills, grumbling. "I think I'm fine here."

"Oh um…sure?" Naruto sat next to him.

"You can go if you want."

"Nah, I think I'm fine baby-sitting you drunkard." Naruto chuckled despite Sasuke's glare.

The grass felt so fresh and nice that he didn't resist to lay down on it, feeling Naruto's body also dropping next to him as they admired the night sky.

"Isn't this amazing?" Sasuke whispered.

Naruto turned his head to stare at him. "What?"

"I traveled miles, oceans away from my country…and here I am, finally being able to admire something that I can see anywhere. And yet, this is probably the first time I had properly gaze upon it…and see how vast it is, and how our lives feel so…significantly small. We're just a speck in this whole universe."

Naruto felt his heart clenching, but ignored as he said. "Our lives might be insignificant in this universe, but here we are, living and having all those questions about meaning of life for over thousands of years. Our own lives will never be insignificant to us."

"True. I do want to live life to the fullest. Or else I wouldn't be here, going along with every crazy idea you'd cook up out of nowhere." Sasuke smirked.

"You loved it, just admit it."

Sasuke snorted, focusing his eyes towards the sky, many stars bright in the darkness of that night. "Then when you see this sky, how we're insignificant…sometimes it feels like all the torment we're suffering while we're living are all so meaningless right."

Naruto sat up, staring down towards Sasuke. "You…sound you were pretty unhappy before coming here."

Sasuke huffed, acquiescing to confess some facets of himself. "Unhappy is too much of a strong word. Dissatisfied is more like it."

Naruto hummed, interlacing his fingers and letting his hands resting on his lap.

"All these kinds of questions we talked about throughout the day, about life and spending my time…it was haunting me almost every day. At first when I was going along with everyone, finishing college, finding a successful job, buying a house…it felt like it's the natural course for me. But years passed by, and it was like I really didn't experience it at all…and in one blink, another month was over."

"Well...Am I doing this right, is this really the way to go…those are all questions that passed through everyone's head, so you don't have to torture yourself so much over this." Naruto replied.

"Actually, I'm not unhappy with my life, like I've said." Sasuke rebutted. "I admit, I'm one of the small portion of population who have a privileged status, I can think about those sorts of things while many are scrapping for survival. But then I remember that I only have one chance of this life. One life and no turning back. If I'm only having this one life, I want to remember every second of it, instead of feeling that it's slipping away."

"And that's how you wound up coming here?"

"Hn." Sasuke crossed his arms. "I couldn't bare this any longer, doing the same thing over and over again, until I was dead. And that's how this fact pushed me to buy the first ticket available to Brazil."

This affirmation took Naruto by surprise as he inquired. "If you felt that your life headed this way, what pushed you to change it so suddenly?"

Sasuke shrugged. "I'm turning 30 in five days."

"WHa─WHAT─wait, really??" Naruto jumped, Sasuke also flinched the sudden movement. "Congrats man! No wait, in five days…wait, why are you─what─how─you don't regret this?"

Sasuke mulled for a while. "Even though you forced me to jump in some deadly waterfall─" He smirked.

"You loved it ok! You loved it─and stop exaggerating, it wasn't deadly─" Naruto protested.

Sasuke snorted. "I'm glad that I'm here. Doing things that I normally wouldn't do, experience things that I never had the luxury to do before…this is incredible."

Naruto stared in wonder, eyes fixed on Sasuke's soft features in that dark night. He placed his flashlight closer between them, body moving without thinking until his lips reached to touch Sasuke's.

He had few seconds relishing that soft contact, before realizing that the other young man wasn't returning the kiss. Naruto backed away. "Shit sorry, I shouldn't have done that, you can punch me if you want─"

Sasuke silenced him by dragging him close by the back of his neck, nibbling his lower lip.

Naruto made a strangled moan, hands reaching to stroke Sasuke's pale cheek as he moved closer, face angling to deepen the kiss. He vaguely felt long fingers combing his blond hair as his mouth was caressed so softly, exploring every part of their silken lips. Lost in those pleasurable sensations, Naruto let his hands to hold securely Sasuke's waist as Sasuke pulled him even closer, passion increasing within each kiss.

They heard some voices coming closer, signalizing that the group were returning from their expedition. They detached their mouths with a little bit of regret, Naruto greeted the kids back with his face flushed and lips still tingling. He risked a glance backwards, with Sasuke's hair mussed out looking quite…adorable. Naruto almost wanted to kiss him right here right there, consequences be damned.

They stayed few more minutes talking with the family, preparing their departure as the children were getting sleepy. Sasuke and Naruto bid them all farewell with more tight hugs and kisses on the cheek, the family even gave them some leftovers for the next day.

Once Naruto was driving all the way back to hostel with a wordless Sasuke by his side, reality finally sank in. He shouldn't have done that, not when Sasuke was drunk so he probably wasn't thinking straight. And now that the alcohol was slowly leaving his system, maybe the brunet was having second thoughts?

However, after this brief panic attack, the air between them didn't feel awkward or misplaced. Sasuke was even humming quietly, of all people, helping in guiding with GPS. He did appear to have sobered up, though didn't question their last…activity, Naruto didn't want to pressure him too.

They were back to hostel in no time, Sasuke breathing a sigh of relief as he muttered that he wanted to take a bath first. Fidgeting, Naruto listened to the sound of shower running as he grabbed his clothes. Once the bathroom door was opened with Naruto sitting on the bed, the blond man stood up rigid when Sasuke called his name. It was his turn to bathe, he attempted not to overthink too much, not wanting to pressure for answers.

He exited the bathroom, Sasuke was already on the bed with his back facing him. An unpleasant squirmed on his belly, Naruto concluded that this was probably how they were going to end the night, as he settled to lay down on his side.

Sasuke turned around, onyx eyes boring to his own.

Uncertainty and blurred desire lingered between them until Naruto chewed his lower lip, breaking their eye contact. "Have a good night?" He muttered.

With a startle, blue eyes widened when Sasuke's fingertips reached his face, reconnecting their gazes. The inscrutable array of emotion reached his dark eyes giving him a certain vulnerability, silently beckoning Naruto to kiss him again.

He covered his mouth with Sasuke's, both leaning closer till their noses bumped lightly. With his hands cradling Sasuke's head, he continued to seek this nameless amorphous feelings, letting these surge and involve him completely with each pleasured hum, caress and soft bite. Sasuke released him with a wet smack, his fingers brushing the tanned temple. Naruto whispered. "I thought you weren't interested."

"I thought you weren't gay." Sasuke answered, shifting to fit their bodies together.

Naruto raised an amused smile. "I'm not. I'm bi." He chuckled from Sasuke's dawning expression. "Should we stop?"

Black eyes narrowed in annoyance, hands resting on Naruto's collarbone.

Naruto approached till their faces were inches apart, breaths mingling with their increasing heartbeats. "Or do you want to continue?"

Sasuke captured his lips once again, and this was all he needed to melt under this kiss. A rush of excitement ran through his veins when Naruto called his name with a choked gasp, opening his mouth and letting their tongues move slickly. Sturdy hands clasped on each side of his body, Sasuke moaned as they continued exploring their mouths, molten desire escalating within each kiss.  

With Naruto pushing forward till every inch of his body covered his own, Sasuke groaned when Naruto grinded their lower halves, his arousal awakening. The friction of their thin cotton pants were maddening, his cock was hardening and filling up as Naruto continued to thrust, lips hungrily devouring his mouth. His legs widened as their hips were undulating together, their yearning bringing an urgency that couldn't allow them one second to breathe or think. Sasuke slithered his hand in Naruto's white t-shirt, letting his palm feel each expanse of that warm skin and lithe torso. His thumb found a hardened nipple so he lightly twisted under the labored breaths of his lover. Liquid lust ran ablaze when Naruto detached their mouths with a sensual moan, one deep thrust drawing their hot cocks together also made him groan loudly.  

All those warm caresses, touches and kisses were driving him crazy, throwing any remaining hesitation to the wind. Sasuke's hands glided till he felt Naruto's buttocks, sinking his fingers in those soft mounds of flesh as Naruto straddled him. Their pleasured gasps and hisses were increasing in cadence to their thrusts, carnal frenzy rousing their bodies as they hurried to their peak.

Sasuke barely registered as his hands were dragging Naruto's pants down and freeing the glistening cock, pre-cum flowing on the slit. Licking his lips, he also released his own erection, moaning huskily when Naruto's hands brought their hardened flesh together, pumping.

"Sasuke…" Naruto keened, fingers moving in a blurred speed. Sasuke swallowed, licking Naruto's lower lip, their mouths kissing wetly and sloppy. Naruto came with a ragged shout, cum spurting all over their bodies and leaking on Sasuke's stomach. With one last grunt, Sasuke also orgasmed, bursts of semen reaching Naruto's cheek, blending with their sweat and scorching bodies.

They were still recovering from their high when Sasuke nibbled Naruto's lower lip, his mouth moving tenderly, coaxing him to respond. For the moment, all the noises heard in that quiet night were lips smacking and sliding, meeting over and over again. This time they kissed with their eyelids half-mast, as Naruto gazed upon Sasuke's soulful expression, his heart throbbing. Sasuke released him at last, looking so debauched and delicious that Naruto could feel his erection stirring again. However, dark eyes closed with a pleased sigh, Sasuke relaxed his body completely, uncaring to all the evidence of their tryst still covering his belly.

Naruto blinked few times before lifting a fond smile, also joining his slumber.

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AN: That's it for now guys. Three chapters in a row. Reviews pleaaaseeeee.

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Chapter 04

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