#i love them so much i want to get into a fist fight with dan harmon

[starry-bi-sky]

Clone Danny Interlude: Dani with an i

Just some miscellaneous stuff i thought up while thinking of Dani in the Clone Danny au that i will put in a bullet list. I have part 5 mostly written since yesterday but i wanted to make this before i finished part 5

Dani typically goes by Ellie, Ell, or Ella.

Ellie is the same age as Danny, they have adopted each other as twins. Danny is the older twin for obvious reasons

(They also have a twin sense thanks to ectoplasm bs)

Ellie is a Halfa unlike Danny. Vlad went through many trial and error to make a halfa from scratch but he did it.

She has a ghost form but instead of looking like canon or wearing a jumpsuit, her outfit is an invert of Danny's "Phantom" gear. White hoodie, white vest, white pants and boots, and a black Casey Jones mask. the only thing thats the same is the eery green eyes.

(Danny's Phantom gear already was creepy on its own, but Ellie amps up the creep factor by eleven. Danny is a cryptid. Ellie however is horrifying to look at.)

Ellie has the same family-based ghost obsession as Danny. The only difference is that Danny will die for his loved ones, and Ellie will kill for them

Ellie has the scary dog privileges. I am giving her the scary dog privileges, as a treat. My girl's been alive for like, a year and she won't hesitate to BITE

“Danny goes berserk when Dani gets hurt” except its in reverse. Danny is the fleshy human kid with ghost detecting powers and Ellie is the ghostly human kid with the plasma-blaster fists who will throw fists with a bitch if they even so much as breathe wrong in her big brother’s direction.

Skulker took it too far in a fight once and Ellie tore his armor to shreds. Danny would have done the same too tbh

She has an electric core. When she’s enraged she looks like the witch in ParaNorman

Ellie and Danny are practically identical to each other minus a few minor details. Put them through a genderswap filter and they'll look just like each other

She nearly named her ghost form 'Motnaph' since it was Phantom in reverse, but she changed it to Spirit instead.

Ellie can purposely give people static shocks and does it regularly as a prank on Danny.

You would never think that Ellie came into existence recently by how close she and Danny are. She's quickly become one of his best friends and vice versa.

She usually chills in the ghost zone when she's not with Danny and his friends, or traveling. She also has a phone and Danny's number.

Ellie thinks Danny should tell Bruce about his existence, but she also understands Danny's reasoning (they can't promise Bruce will react positively to being cloned nor can they bet on Bruce accepting them like Danny accepted Dani) and doesn't push the idea hard

she still encourages the idea

Ellie has the creepy Dick Grayson's Robin giggle

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 4.5 (Dani interlude) Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 7.5 (Dan Interlude) Part 8

#danny phantom au #danny fenton is a clone #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc #dpxdc #danny phantom #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp crossover #dani and danny looking identical to each other even when put through a genderswap filter is verified by Me. A twin #they're the fraternal kinda twins that still look identical despite being opposite sexes like i am #comments and reblogs fuel me 🥺 #masterpost when #i love danny being protective over dani but have we considered the opposite

[jesssssssssica]

how you get the girl mv1

max verstappen was not normally someone who would go to other people for help, seeing as he deems it too embarrassing, expecting himself to be the only person that can fix his problems. 

that’s why when daniel was on the receiving end of a call with max verstappen at midnight on a tuesday, did he find himself shocked.

“i need your help”

“oh hello to you too max.”

“sorry, i just need your hel-”

“yeah, i heard you the first time. anyway you need my help? i thought you were mr independent, a lone wolf?” he chuckles slightly at the end of this question finding this whole situation quite ironic. 

“this isn’t funny dan, i really need your help, i messed up bigtime.” he whimpers, cradling his forehead with his spare hand. 

only now does daniel realise that his friend is truly being serious, having previously thought that the only help he needed was getting into his locked apartment but no it must have been much worse.

daniel quickly clears his throat before questioning,

“what happened max?”

“i broke up with her.”

silence. the air thickens on both sides of the phone, shivers running down the pair's backs. 

“why?”

that’s all daniel can say, knowing that if he were to say anything more he’d find himself getting angry at the issue at hand. in his mind a breakup between y/n and max wasn’t physically possible, they were so in love with each other it was insane. the pair were soulmates and nothing could get between the two which is why even the mention of a break up between the two leaves a sour taste in your mouth. 

“i…” max slowly says, “i don’t know dan. one moment we were on the sofa just talking and then the next we were just shouting and i just got so mad and so i just broke it off and left.” 

“what were you two talking about? it must have been something if it caused such an outrage.” 

“i was talking about y/n giving up her job to join me…” he utters, embarrassed at his past self's words. he knew from previous conversations that y/n would never ever give up her career, having given up so much to put herself where she is right now. 

‘how could i ever think so selfishly?’ max thinks, pulling at his hair, fisting it and scrunching it up as he fights off the tears brewing in his eyes, waiting for daniel. 

safe to say daniel was not very impressed with his friends words, knowing that you had not liked to even think of the idea of leaving your job, it being a big part of your life. 

“max… you know how she feels about that, she’s just afraid that if you ever were to break up then she would just be stuck and as much as she does love you, she just doesn’t want to risk it and plus she loves her job!”

“i know daniel, i know! but i miss her too much and it’s not like i wouldn’t be able to support the bo-”

“max! you have to learn that y/n wants to be known as y/n not max verstappen's girlfriend, which already happens when you’re apart. what do you think would happen if she went with you hmm?”

it’s as if time has repeated itself as once again the call goes silent.

“i just love her too much to not be around her all the time. it’s as if i can only live when she’s around, and it’s probably true. y’know my mum told me that she’s never seen me as happy as she did when i was y/n, claiming that when she was in the toilet i wasn’t wearing the same smile i was when she got back. i know that she’s my future dan, my world and now i’ve gone and messed it up just like everything else. when i told her that this wasn’t going to work, i swear the look she gave me made me regret everything and yet i just stood there, looking adamant at my decision. even as she packed her things i said nothing, i watched her go and did nothing. who does that to the person they love? who just lets them go so easily and doesn’t fight for it? i need her back daniel but surely she won’t let me back into her heart when i’ve only just broken it.”

by the end of max’s ramble, daniel is sure he hears a few sniffles, though he’s not sure if it’s from him or max. 

“i’ll help you max.”

—

the very next morning, max is woken from his broken sleep by relentless knocks on his door, followed by the shouts of,

“max!” “let me in!” 

“what are you doing here daniel?”

daniel, doesn’t reply, instead reaching into his bag and tossing out a booklet. 

How to get the girl by daniel ricciardo 

“since the call last night, i’ve been making this guide on how to get y/n back and i swear if you follow these steps, then all will be good.” 

“oh really? this is what’ll take to get y/n back yeah? just a few simple steps?”

“well if you read it then you’d know what these ‘simple steps’ were.”

step one - go to her (preferably in the pouring rain)

so he does. 

‘stupid daniel’ max thinks, shivering in cold and dreary rain, waiting anxiously for you to open the door.

“hell- oh max. what are you doing here, it’s tipping down? are you insane?”

“i missed you.” is all max can say.

“you miss me? you broke up with me and then you have the audacity to say that you miss me?”

“i didn’t mean it y/n, i just really wanted you to come with me because i love you too much to live without me-”

“hang on, you’re saying that you wouldn’t be able to live without me and yet you did the only thing which meant i wasn’t in your life. max, you could’ve just let our life continue on as normal and then you would still have me but you didn’t.”

“y/n i’m a mess without you and i am so sorry for everything. i love you with my heart and without you i’m not me. i don’t know what came over me in that moment but i will never regret anything more than i did in that moment. you’re my soulmate y/n and i can’t continue living without you. i’ve lost sleep and i’m not the same person anymore. i’ve gotten snappier and i’m distancing myself from all my friends because i’m scared i’ll lose them too.”

“oh.”

step two - say nice things 

“i want you for worse or for better y/n and i would wait for thousands of years for you to come back to me and i wouldn’t regret it because it would mean i would have you again. i know i broke your heart but hopefully it means i can put it back together because i truly do love you y/n.”

“max you need to understand that it’ll take time for me to take you back because even though you regret it, i need to heal and maybe once i’ve healed i’ll let you back in. i do love you though max, always will and i thank you for loving me too.” 

“i won’t give up y/n, i’ll keep coming back.”

“i’ll be here max.”

step three - remind her how it use to be 

the second time max appeared at y/n’s, he found himself feeling much more confident than how he did during his first endeavour, daniel having given him some motivation. 

he takes a moment to breathe before knocking his fist on your door. 

“when you said you’d keep coming back i didn’t know you’d actually follow through with it.” 

“of course i would, i meant it when i said i wanted you back.”

you just stare at the man as he talks, arms crossed around your chest resting on your doorframe. 

“well… what do you have to say for yourself? or are you just gonna stand there and stare at me for half an hour?”

“well if you’re offerin-”

“max! get to the point please or i will close this door.” 

he only smiles, staring at your face, admiring you before coming to his senses and speaking once more. 

“i just wanted to remind you of the time we spent together, y'know. i mean i was just lying down on the sofa and just staring at some old photos and i was thinking of the nights where we would just stay and lay and cuddle. nights reserved just for you and i remember? or as soon as we both had time off work, then we’d just jet off to a new country and relax, tanning under the sun or skiing in the snow. we should do that soon, have a nice holiday to just relax and love each other, wouldn’t you just love that, a romantic holiday just for the pair of us?  i certainly would but we’d have to get back together first but i guess that’s why i’m here.” 

“that would be nice i guess but i could do that with any man, a man that wouldn’t selfishly try and get me to quit my job when he knows i love it so much.”

“they don’t know you like i do though y/n! they also don’t deserve someone as sweet and perfect as yo-”

“so what? that makes you the perfect man for me then?”

“yes it does as a matter of fact! i know that even though you say that you love redbull, you really wish that some other team was winning but you also love that i’m winning. you also say that you prefer dogs but jimmy and sassy are your only exceptions. i know that y/n and no other person knows that. you say that you don’t want kids but you can’t help but want them when you see luka and lio and yet you still always claim that you will forever be the cool aunt! i also know that even though you put up this strong front, i know that i hurt you and i know that i will have to fight hard for you but i promise y/n, i swear that i will fight for you, i really will.”

by the end of his speech, both yours and his ears are filled with tears.

“...max.. i don’t know what to say.”

“then don’t say anything but yes, don’t say anything but i trust you max. reassure me y/n, tell me that we still could be something, don’t give me false hope i swear. i know i messed up but i really didn’t mean it.” 

“i swear max, that if you fight for me hard enough, then i’ll let you back in.”

step four - Say more nice things!!! 

the next time you get a visit from max is a week later in the early hours of the day. 

knock. knock. knock. 

repeatedly max knocks his fist on the door, over and over. 

quickly you get up, rubbing your eyes, stretching your arms and legs as you walk across your apartment, yanking the door open. 

“max? what are you doing here? it’s…i don’t even know what time it is but it’s way too early for me to talk to you about this.”

“i couldn’t sleep y/n, you kept me awake, i couldn’t stop thinking about you and so that’s why i’m here. i’ve been losing sleep everyday anyway but tonight was just unbearable. i need you y/n, please.”

“come in max.”

so he does, walking towards the sofa when a cough breaks him out of his daydream.

“no max, if you can’t sleep then sleep in the bed.” 

max’s heart soars at the prospect of being back into your arms once more, which is why he immediately scoops you up into his arms and dumps you onto your bed, tucking the pair of you under the covers. 

it takes a few minutes of staring at the ceiling to finally break down and hold each other, you having the confidence to rest your head on his chest, that soothes you, listening to the beat of his heart. 

it’s silent before the sound of soft sobs are heard throughout the room. the sobs are then followed by shaking. it’s max. 

“i love you, so so much.” is all max can manage to get out. 

“i love you too max.” 

that’s all the reassurance he needs, both of you falling into a deep slumber holding each other, just as you always would.

and that’s how you get the girl.

a/n: so i didn't die but i've just been so unmotivated to write and i just keep coming up with new ideas but no words to go along with it but oh well! this is for 1989 tv xxx

#formula 1 imagines #formula 1 imagine #f1 imagines #f1 imagine #max verstappen imagine

[photogirl894]

"Sun and Rain Part 2: Age of the Empire"

Chapter 5

"Ultimatums"

A "Bad Batch" fanfic!

Pairing: Hunter x fem OC, Echo (more best friend pairing)

A/N: Well...the picture says it all. The dreaded moment is now upon us. Strap in and I'll just go bunker down in a safe place before the mob comes...😅😬

Just remember I love you guys! 😁

Taglist: @the-sad-batch , @nimata-beroya , @intrepidmare , @tmnt-leo-simp , @tech-aficionado , @ladykatakuri , @d1n0-dan , @sammi9498 , @darthzero22 , @scarlettroseog , @tech-deck , @thebadbatchscyare , @chxpsi , @ilikemymendarkandfictional , @4pplecider , @locitapurplepink , @l-lend , @nekotaetae , @eternalwaffle , @merkitty49

《 Chapter 4

》 Chapter 6

All chapters (Part 2) (Part 1)

Explanation: Kimber is now at the mercy of Admiral Tarkin...and the Bad Batch face a terrible choice that will change their future as a squad.

Kimber wasn’t going to make the trek to the Admiral’s office an easy one. She fought against the guards who detained her hard, pulling, pushing and shoving to try and delay it as much as possible as they went up a lift and through some corridors.

“No, I won’t let you take me to Tarkin!” she protested angrily.

“You have no choice. Admiral’s orders,” stated one of the guards. 

“I don’t care about his orders,” she fired back, pulling against them. “I won’t let him take me away from my squad. I’ll die before I give him what he wants.”

The other guard responded, “Be careful what you wish for.”

Before long, they took her through a set of large doors into a somewhat empty office room with a long desk in the middle where Tarkin stood on the other side, facing a window that overlooked part of the facility. The guards shoved her forward gruffly and kept their blasters pointed at her back while she stood there.

Then Tarkin spoke, his back still to her, “A shame that I have to throw your friends in the brig for their actions...but perhaps we can rectify that.”

Kimber was too furious to even grace that statement with a response. She was going to give this snobbish Admiral a piece of her mind, even if it was going to get her into trouble. At this point, she didn’t care what happened to her. If he was going to take her away from her boys, then she wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

Then the Admiral turned around to face her, his hands behind his back. “Kimber Sallaros, isn't it?”

“Cut the smalltalk, old man. What do you want with me?” she demanded curtly.

His eyebrows shot up in response. “Quick and to the point. Very well,” he said. Then he started to gradually walk around his desk as he stated, “I see you are...not a Clone.”

It took everything in Kimber’s power to not laugh out loud at that statement. Mockingly, she feigned astonishment and declared, “I'm shocked…and here I am thinking I was this whole time. Nice to know your eyesight hasn't diminished in your old age.” 

“Yes, how amusing,” he replied flatly, clearly not as entertained. “How does a young woman like you find herself in the company of a squadron of Clones?”

“I fail to see how that's any of your business,” she said back, not even hiding her disdain for him. 

“I would caution you to watch your tongue around me, young lady,” he warned her.

Her fists clenched and she glared at him. Him calling her “young lady” like she was a child just made her seethe and her blood boil. This old man just infuriated every part of her. She hadn’t felt the greatest about him in the beginning based on what Echo had said and he’d made her uneasy when he’d come to their barracks, but now all of this: falsely accusing them of treason against the Empire and knowing that he had set them up told her everything. He was not a man to be trusted in the least and she had no intention of ever doing so. 

Tarkin turned his back on her again and looked out the window at an assembly of Clones down below. He then told her, “The Empire is rethinking its partnership with the cloning program here and is turning its gaze to using more conscripted soldiers; people from all corners of the galaxy who wish to show their loyalty to the new regime.” 

Hearing that they were going to scrap the cloning program made her a bit nervous. What would that mean for all of the pre-existing Clones? What would happen to them?

Though, not wanting to show any sign of fear, she just asked flatly, “Your point?”

The Admiral faced her again and came forward, speaking, “I witnessed your combat skills during the training simulation and was quite pleased with what I saw. Seeing as how you yourself are not a Clone and therefore not expendable, I wish to offer you a position in the Imperial Army.”

She stiffened up, taken aback. Not only was she surprised that he was actually offering a position in the Imperial Army to her, but she was also livid that he would have the audacity to say to her face that the Clones were expendable. This was how he wanted to take her away from the Bad Batch: he was going to try and enlist her into his army. Her fists tightened even harder as she fought to keep them from making contact with the Admiral’s punchable face. There was no way in any galaxy that she would accept his offer no matter what he said. 

He kept going, “You will be generously provided for with finances and lodging and, given your skill, you will also be granted a position of rank within the army, which should satisfy you. Commander, perhaps?”

This was all incredibly amusing to her, seeing that he actually thought he could bribe her and buy her loyalty with rank and empty promises of generosity. Her hand came up to her hip and she smirked defiantly at him.

“You think status actually matters to me?” she asked in response.

Tarkin straightened up, his nose turning up slightly at her since she didn’t outright accept his offer, and he replied, “Most highly-trained women in the galaxy usually prefer to have higher positions. The Empire values equal opportunity among its soldiers.”

Finally, Kimber couldn’t hold back anymore and let loose an amused laugh and questioned, “You're going to try to appeal to my gender now? Is that how low you're willing to stoop with this?”

Seeing this conversation was not gong the way he had anticipated, Tarkin simply glowered at her.

Now, she was going to let him have it. She said calmly but with no less angry fervor, “Begging your pardon, but if I actually cared about that, I wouldn't have joined a group of all men to begin with. I don't need some pretentious higher-up trying to talk to me about equality while bribing me and kissing my boot. My squad already treated me like an equal since the beginning without any sort of encouragement because they didn't see me as just a woman. They saw me as a soldier just like them. Your gender politics mean nothing to me. Your position of rank doesn't interest me and neither does your precious Imperial Army.” Kimber took a single step forward, hearing the safeties of the blasters behind her clicking off, but she didn’t care as her tone of voice raised more, “You can take your little offer and give it to some other piece of bantha fodder who will blindly accept it. I would never abandon my boys...who are not expendable by any means! They are each ten times better than any Imperial soldier and certainly a hundred times the man that you are. I choose them without question or hesitation and nothing you say will change my mind.”

His jaw was clenching so hard, she thought his teeth would break inside his mouth. Keeping a calm but seething demeanor, he scolded her, “I warn you, Sallaros: if you choose to refuse me, you will come to rue it.” 

“No, Tarkin, I warn you:” she fired back with conviction, her voice low and threatening, “if you do anything to me or my boys...mark me, you will rue the day you decided to cross us and make an enemy of Clone Force 99.” 

They continued glaring at each other for a few more seconds before Tarkin took a step back and positioned his hands behind his back again. “A pity we could not have been more civilized about this.”

Kimber scoffed. “If you wanted civilized, Admiral, then you definitely picked the wrong girl and the wrong group of Clones for that.”

“I’ll give you one last chance, Sallaros,” he said warningly. “Join the Imperial Army and I will let your squadron live. Refuse me…and they will die.”

That was an ultimatum she didn’t find herself prepared for. She found herself wanting to scream and she looked to the floor, gritting her teeth and shutting her eyes. How could she make such a choice? If she joined the Imperial Army, her boys would survive, but she wouldn’t be with them and would be miserable. If she didn’t, they would be killed. Either way, she would never forgive herself. She couldn’t sentence them to death, but she also couldn’t sentence them to a life where they believed she’d betrayed them. Even just imagining their faces if they found out she had taken Tarkin’s offer and joined the Imperial Army was too much to bear. They would be devastated and heartbroken. The entirety of this decision was unfair and unjust. No one would win in any scenario...except for Tarkin.

No…even if that were true, she would not sully her integrity for him. Her boys would never forgive her if she sided with the Empire just to protect them. They were her family and if they were going down, they would go down together. It wasn’t what she wanted, but she knew that’s what they would want. They would rather go out fighting together than to go on at the expense of one of their own jeopardizing their own happiness in exchange for their lives.

That was enough to influence her decision and she would give Tarkin one last rebellious act to spite him.

Lifting her hardened, piercing gaze to meet his, Kimber told him, “I would rather rot and die in the brig with my boys than throw myself at your mercy, you Imperial snake.”

His frown curled even more downward upon realizing that the offer he was sure would win her loyalty had failed. This woman was exceptionally stubborn, more than he had accounted for. It truly was a pity that she was willing to die for a small group of Clones than serve a greater cause in the galaxy with the Empire.

“As you wish,” he relented. Then he looked to the guards behind her and instructed them, “Return her to the brig.”

The guards took her by the arms again and, after giving the Admiral one last threatening glare, Kimber let the guards take her away.

As the doors to the room closed, Tarkin took action and enacted his fallback plan. He flipped back to his desk, pressed a button on the console and ordered, “Bring the Clone, CT-9904, to Nala Se immediately. I will be there shortly.”

After going down the lift down to level where the brig was, Kimber just trudged along with the guards, uncertain of what the future held for her now. More than likely, she would soon be executed for treason and her squad would be, too.

She could only hope that she made the right choice. 

Though, to her shock and horror, they came around the corner and, coming from the opposite direction, she saw more guards and between them was Crosshair, grimacing at the floor. Where were they taking him? What were they going to do to him?

“Crosshair!” she cried out, attempting to break away from the guards that had her as their paths crossed in the corridor.

Her voice and seeing her there snapped him back to reality and he too fought to get past the regs that were with him. The Coruscant guards grabbed at the both of them and held them back. Though, Kimber was able to reach out far enough for Crosshair to grasp her hand. 

“Stay strong, sunshine. Don’t worry about me,” he quickly reassured her before he was torn away from her.

“Crosshair, please! No!” she yelled while the guards pulled her back, watching Crosshair be led away, a sad, apologetic look in his eyes.

She dreaded what they were going to do to him, but she was helpless to save him. As much as she tried to fight back, the guards would overpower her too easily. She could see why these particular Clones had been selected for protection in the Capital. They were not easy to fight. 

Minutes later, they went through another set of doors and she saw the rest of the Clones in a large cell blocked off by a blue ray shield. They all immediately jumped up at seeing her. The guard at the controls lowered the shield and the ones escorting Kimber pushed her inside, where she stumbled straight into Hunter’s protective arms that encircled her immediately and pulled her against him while he glared at the guards. She clung to him, relieved that he and the others were all right and that she was back with them, as the ray shield was reactivated and the guards walked away. 

“Thank the stars, you’re all okay!” she gasped out, her arms hugging around Hunter’s waist.

He gently nudged her backwards to see her face as he asked her, concerned as he looked her over, “What happened? What did Tarkin do to you?”

“He didn’t do anything to me,” she told him. “He…made me an offer to join the Imperial Army.”

“He what?” Echo and Wrecker asked in disbelief. 

“Surely, he must’ve known that it would be inconceivable for you to accept such a proposal,” Tech pointed out.

“Apparently not,” she said. “He gave me an ultimatum that I’m sure he thought would trap me in the deal, but I wanted no part of it. I refused without hesitation…though, I fear I made the wrong choice.”

Hunter’s hands came up to grasp her head and he questioned her, looking directly into her eyes, “Kimber, why would you say something like that?”

Her voice caught in her throat for a second as she responded shakily, “He said if I refused, then you all would die…and I’m afraid that’s what’s about to happen with Crosshair. I saw him in the corridor; I don’t know where they’ve taken him, but I fear what they’re going to do to him.”

“Don’t worry, Kimber. We’re going to figure out a way to get out of here and get him back. I promise you,” Hunter told her, solidifying his vow by firmly kissing her forehead. 

Hoping he was right, she gave in and hugged him again tightly like he was about to disappear. His arms came back around her, consoling her as he held her close.

Without thinking, she whispered with desperation into his chest, "I love you."

Then she stiffened up, realizing she hadn’t meant to say that out loud, and Hunter slightly flinched, too. Then she stepped back, her face flushed, knowing that she shouldn’t have said that and now wondering how he was going to react. She searched his face for an answer as he looked down at her, slightly surprised. 

However, before either could say anything, she heard a smaller voice speak up and tell her, “It’s going to be okay, Kimber. Don’t be scared.”

Kimber looked down and was startled to see that Omega was also there with them, smiling up at her. “Omega! What are you doing here?” she exclaimed, going over to her. 

Omega shrugged and chuckled nervously. “I…got caught snooping around and they put me here.”

“They put a child in the brig? Stars, this Empire is the worst!” Kimber declared in frustration. 

Just then, Tech suddenly blurted out in a hushed voice, “I’ve got it! Why didn’t I think of it before? This is not a prison.”

“Yeah, well, I beg to differ,” Echo disputed.

However, Tech proceeded to explain, “This is a Kaminoan facility. It was built prior to the Clone Wars. There were no barracks or prisons when it was constructed.”

Still a bit confused as to what Tech’s point was, Hunter asked, “Well, how does that help us?”

“Because while these cells were retrofitted to hold normal individuals, they could not possibly account for someone like Wrecker,” Tech answered, gesturing to their giant brother.

Now giddy with excitement, Wrecker asked, a little on the loud side, “You mean I can punch our way out?” When Hunter and Omega shushed him, reminding him that the guards were still behind him, he repeated in a whisper, “Oh right…you mean I can punch our way out?”

Tech went over to the far wall, out of sight from the guards, and found the spot he wanted Wrecker to hit. As Wrecker got ready, Hunter ordered the rest of them to form a wall in front of the ray shield to keep the guards from seeing what Wrecker was doing. He gave one hit when the guards were distracted, but nothing happened. Tech instructed him to try it again a little harder once he was clear. Wrecker gave it one more hard hit; as hard as he could without drawing unwanted attention. Luckily, the guards still hadn’t caught on to what was happening.

“It still didn’t work,” Wrecker groaned in frustration.

Tech went over to inspect the wall. ‘Oh yes, it did. Look,” he said, pulling back a small section of the wall back that had come loose.

“I’ll never fit through that,” Wrecker told him.

“Astute as ever, Wrecker,” Tech said sarcastically, “but I was actually going to suggest--”

“I’ll do it,” Omega then whispered, more as a statement than a suggestion.

Hunter and Kimber swapped apprehensive glances. "You sure, kid?" Hunter asked.

She looked up at him with determination and answered, "I'm sure."

"Okay. Get to the console and hit the lever to lower the ray shield," he told her.

Now with her instructions, Omega crawled into the hole and Wrecker and Tech sealed it back up just as Echo warned them that the guards were coming back.

"Wait, where's the girl?" one of them asked.

Kimber stepped up. "Uh...I'm right here," she stated, pointing at herself.

"Not you," the guard replied, unamused. "The little one."

"You tell us," said Hunter.

Then Echo added warningly, "Harm her and you're a dead man."

Just as the guards got on comms and asked for a status report on Omega, there was a creak from somewhere in the room. "What was that?" asked one of them.

To cover it up, Wrecker explained, "Sorry. These floors don't hold me so well on account of them not being designed for abnormal individuals such as myself "

Hunter, Tech and Kimber all rolled their eyes at Wrecker's weak--and albeit failed--attempt to be subtle.

The guards didn't buy it at all as they saw where he was sitting and asked, "What's behind you?"

"Nothing," Wrecker said nonchalantly.

"Move away from the wall now," the guard threatened him, pointing his blaster at him behind the ray shield.

"Why don't you come here and make me?" Wrecker challenged back.

Right then, the guards heard something on comms and the one in front spoke up, "Copy that. The girl's still registered in lockdown. Tell us where she is."

All of a sudden, the ceiling collapsed on top of them and Omega rolled out from on top of the rubble.

"Hit the switch, Omega!" Hunter cried urgently.

Omega quickly obeyed and pulled back the switch, deactivating the ray shield as one of the guards, who was still conscious, managed to grab her. Wrecker came up behind him and punched him straight in the helmet, getting him to release Omega and knocking him out.

As they all gathered weapons from the guards, Hunter declared, "We need to find out where they took Crosshair. Let's move."

With that, they all took off from the brig with Hunter in the lead stealthily through the corridors. Tech made the observation that they wouldn't get far without their gear which prompted Omega to tell them that their things were in the hangar, which meant their gear was most likely there, as well. Now with that new information, they made their way back to the hangar and sure enough, found all their belongings outside the Marauder. They all made quick work of suiting up in their armor and getting their weapons ready.

Hunter then ordered Tech, "Tech, power up the ship. The rest of us will go after Crosshair."

"We'd better hurry. Who knows what could be happening to him right now," added Kimber.

They heard a light ringing nearby and Omega spoke up cautiously, "I don't think we'll have to go far."

The doors of the facility to the hangar suddenly opened and everyone ducked behind the boxes and crates, weapons drawn and at the ready, as a small squad of Clones ran in...with someone they recognized behind them.

Then Wrecker's voice said in unbelief, "Is that...Crosshair?"

Kimber's heart fell as she peered out from behind the crates and saw for herself what the others saw: Crosshair, donned in new black armor, carrying a different helmet under one arm and his rifle hoisted up in the air in the other hand.

"No...no...this can't be," she thought in her mind in shock. What had happened to him? Why was he in Imperial armor? What was he doing? Kimber couldn't believe what she was seeing and hoped with every passing second that it was a dream...but nothing changed.

Hunter came out from behind the boxes and put himself out in the open for Crosshair to see.

"Best stand down, Sergeant. Make it easy on yourself," Crosshair warned him, his voice darker but no less snakelike than normal.

“Have you lost your mind?!” Hunter demanded furiously.

Crosshair simply glared his way and stated darkly, “We should have killed that Jedi. You disobeyed orders.”

Kimber couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He was back on the subject of killing the Padawan and disobeying orders. She couldn’t take much more of this. 

“I did what I thought was right,” Hunter refuted.

“You never could see the bigger picture,” Crosshair taunted. 

Finally, Kimber couldn’t stay back and remain silent any longer. “Crosshair, what is wrong with you?” she cried out, popping out from behind her cover. “Why would you say such things?”

“Kimber, don’t,” Hunter warned her.

“No,” she said back sternly. She came out in front of Hunter, putting herself in a vulnerable position as she moved to plead to her partner. “This isn’t like you. What are you doing? Please, just stop this!”

Crosshair stared at her through narrowed eyes for a moment before saying, “I heard they made you an offer, too, but you refused. Are you really going to start disobeying orders, too?”

Flabbergasted at his question, she blurted out, “That’s been our entire deal this whole time!” When all he did was stare back at her with blank anger in his face, she asked him, feeling lost on what to do and her voice growing quieter, “What has happened to you? What have they done to you?”

There was a still silence in the air as they all awaited a response from Crosshair. Then he finally spoke, his voice almost echoing, “It isn’t too late. There is still time for you to reconsider.”

“What?” Kimber gasped out, wondering why he was behaving like this.

He took one step forward, his keen eyes trained on her and, for once, she felt like a target. Then he said, the tiniest hint of pleading in his voice, “Come with me, Kimber. We can still be partners…for the Empire.”

She froze up and just stared dumbfounded back at him. Not just for the fact that he was actually inviting her to stay there with him and join the Empire, but there was something far more different about him now…and she could hear it in the way he said her name. Anytime he ever called her by name, he said it with care and steadfastness and it indicated that it was about something important, but this time…there was nothing in his voice. It was practically emotionless and empty; like it was just the shell of Crosshair speaking to her without the soul within it. Just that one phrase alone showed her that something was definitely wrong with him. This wasn’t the same Crosshair she had desperately reached out to in the corridor earlier who told her not to worry about him...but then he kept speaking:

“There is no reason for you and I to be divided. We can both be Commanders of our own legions. We can stay together and fight side by side for a greater cause.”

Her heart was breaking with every word he said to try and convince her and she begged him, tears springing to her eyes, “Don’t do this, Crosshair. Please don’t go this way.”

“Don’t throw away the chance at finding your true purpose just to blindly follow him,” he went on, casting a harsh look at Hunter. Then he looked back at Kimber and said finally, “Come with me, sister.”

That final plea was what broke her heart entirely and the tears silently fell from Kimber’s eyes. Hearing him call her “sister” and appealing to their close relationship to try and persuade her to do what she felt was wrong was breaking every part of her. For reasons she couldn’t fathom or understand, he was now on the side of the Empire and imploring her to join him; to leave the rest of their squad.

To leave Hunter.

How could he ask this of her? Why would he put her in such a predicament? Only moments before, they were almost ready to go off and rescue him so they could all escape together…but now it appeared to her that was no longer going to happen. Crosshair had seemingly made his choice and she feared the consequences. She would have to leave the Batch to stay with her partner…or leave Crosshair to stay with her family. Either choice would devastate her beyond repair.

How had it come to this?

“No…,” Kimber gasped out in despair, her voice choking with sorrow, “no…no, Crosshair, don’t--you can’t do this to me. You cannot give me such a choice!”

Crosshair said nothing, watching her expectantly. 

She looked to Hunter hopelessly, at a loss of what to do. She didn’t want to do this. It was going to break her heart even further. She had already been forced to make one difficult decision that day, but this one was far more detrimental. The look in Hunter’s eyes reflected her own: he didn’t want this, but he was also more angry than she was. Then she faced Crosshair’s direction, the distance between them now feeling greater than it actually was. 

Her answer then was given: “This is not the way things should be. I can’t…I won’t!” 

Crosshair’s expression turned to a scowl of disappointment.

Just then, Hunter carefully pushed Kimber behind him and declared, “She’s not going with you.”

Crosshair seemed to ignore him and kept his sights on Kimber and all she could do was stare back at him with hurt in her eyes. Then he at last looked at Hunter and simply demanded, “Then surrender.”

“No…,” Kimber moaned quietly to herself.

“Is that an order?” Hunter boldly asked.

In reply, Crosshair just scoffed with amusement and said with a malicious grin, “I guess it is.”

Hunter stated back, “Well…I guess we’re disobeying that one, too.”

The silence that lingered in the air between the Bad Batch and Crosshair and his team was so intense, it was like waiting for a bomb to explode. Not a sound was made save for the crashing and booming of thunder in the storms just outside the hangar. There was powerful anticipation from both sides as to who would make the first move and the retaliation that would follow. Seconds passed and no one dared to move. Eyes were trained carefully on the other side, waiting to act; to either fire or dodge. 

The fate of the Bad Batch had come down to this pivotal moment.

Then finally…Crosshair fired the first shot.

Hunter dove to his right while Kimber dove to the left to avoid the rifle shot coming their way and it made contact with the side of the Marauder. With that, Crosshair’s team began firing at the Bad Batch and smoke bombs were thrown out to skew their vision. Kimber put her helmet on quickly to protect herself in the firefight.

“Tech, we gotta move! Now!” Hunter urgently called over his helmet comms, having just put his helmet on as he ducked behind the crates with Omega.

“I’m working on it,” Tech replied. 

“Wrecker, clear the smoke on three,” Hunter ordered. 

“You got it, boss,” Wrecker replied, taking up two metal planks from behind him.

On the other side, Kimber remained motionless, stunned and in shock. She wanted to help fight, but she couldn’t find the strength to do anything. Her partner; her brother had betrayed them…and betrayed her. 

Everything was falling apart.

Echo’s voice saying her name and him shaking her broke her out of her miserable trance and he told her, “Snap out of it, Kim! We need you right now!”

Just then, they saw Wrecker throw one of the planks in the direction of the other Clones and then a second later, a shot rang out and he fell to the ground, a hole in his shoulder and Crosshair at the other end with his rifle raised. 

“Wrecker!” Kimber cried out.

Just after that, they heard the engines of the ship roar to life as Tech finished getting it powered up. However, Crosshair too took notice of it and ordered one of the Clones to seal the bay doors. They tried, but to their surprise, the doors wouldn’t shut. The Bad Batch took that as a sign that they needed to go immediately while they had the chance. Hunter ordered Omega to run to the ship on his signal and then he and Echo would get Wrecker while Kimber covered them. When he yelled “go”, they made their break for it. Omega took off to the ship, Hunter and Echo fired their shots at Crosshair and his soldiers while making their way to Wrecker. Kimber fired her own shots to keep the other soldiers deterred and distracted from firing at Hunter and Echo. Though, she saw Crosshair come out in the open and had his sights trained on Hunter. Just as she was about to fire, another shot was taken and his rifle suddenly clattered to the ground.

They all looked back to see Omega holding a blaster rifle that had light wisps of smoke coming out of the barrel. 

Though, Crosshair was quick and withdrew a regular blaster to keep firing at them as Hunter, Echo, Wrecker and Omega attempted to get inside the Marauder.

“No!” Kimber yelled as she lunged out from behind her cover.

He fired a shot and Kimber dropped to the ground, a fierce burning in her side as Crosshair’s shot made impact with her. 

“Kimber!” Hunter shouted in a panic as he saw her fall. 

Mustering up her strength, Kimber pushed herself back up and ripped her helmet off, turning back to look at Crosshair across the hangar, his blaster still pointed at her. He seemed to be hesitating. She wanted him to see her face before she turned her back on him. She wanted him to see the pain, the hurt, the betrayal and the sorrow he had caused her with his actions. She wanted him to know what he had done and to live with it, hoping that knowledge would haunt him for however long it would be until they would meet again.

“Goodbye, brother,” she lamented in her mind.

Then right away, she heard the Marauder beginning to take off and Hunter and Echo calling out for her. She whipped around quickly and dashed as fast she could to the ramp of the ship that was starting to lift off the ground, clutching at her side as she ran. There were blaster shots being fired behind her and she knew Crosshair was coming after her. She saw Hunter and Echo on the ramp, Hunter with his hand outstretched to her and Echo on standby behind him. With one last bout of strength she could give, Kimber leapt up towards them, her hands reaching out. Hunter caught her by the wrist and then grasped her tightly with both hands. Echo burst forward and took her other hand and both he and Hunter swiftly pulled her into the ship, narrowly dodging Crosshair’s shots as the ramp finally closed. 

Crosshair watched as the Marauder soared off into the rainy night and he pulled off his helmet, disdain and emptiness consuming him. His squad had left. Why couldn’t they just try to understand what he was doing; what the Empire was doing? Of everyone in the squad, he had at least hoped Kimber would be the most understanding. They were a team, they were partners; he always thought he could rely on her for anything...and even she had let him down. Their trust had been broken, their relationship severed.

Their partnership…was over. 

As the ship became but a tiny dot that disappeared in the darkness, his final aching thought was, “Goodbye, sister.”

Once the Bad Batch were a safe distance away from the Kamino, Echo set to work straight away on attending to their wounded. 

“Ouch!” Wrecker yelped as Echo injected a medical stim into him. “Hey, hey, hey, what’s that gonna do?”

“You’ll be okay. Just hold still,” Echo instructed him.

Omega walked up to him and asked, “Is this what you were looking for?” Before the incident in the hangar, Wrecker had been looking around in a panic and, as it turned out, it was his tooka doll which Omega was holding out to him.

With delighted relief, Wrecker exclaimed, “You found my Lula! Ow!” Echo had injected him once again, making him cry out.

Both Omega and Kimber giggled at him as Tech then came in and wanted to start examining him, though Kimber winced in pain as her wound throbbed from laughing.

Hunter came up beside her and crouched next to her. “Are you okay?” he asked, laying a hand on her cheek. There was still traces of fear and terror in his eyes as he gazed up at her and she had a feeling that he had gotten scared at seeing her get shot.

“I’ll be fine,” she reassured him, instinctively leaning into his touch. As he lowered his hand, she lightheartedly snickered. “Crosshair did tell me once he would shoot me eventually to get back at me for accidentally shooting him forever ago.” Then her light smile faded fast. “I guess we’re even now.”

It grieved Hunter to see the heartache and pain in Kimber’s eyes in that moment after everything that had just happened. He had his own hurt regarding the situation, but Kimber had been really close to Crosshair. He couldn’t imagine what she must be going through.

“Kimber…,” he began to say.

She knew what he was going to do and curtly replied back, “I don’t want to talk about it. Not now.”

Hunter silenced himself right away.

Then she happened to notice Omega wandering off dreamily into the cockpit. She motioned towards her with her head and said to Hunter, “Besides, I think you have more important things to worry about.”

He noticed Omega, too, but had a look that indicated he didn’t want to leave her side.

“Go to her, Hunter,” she encouraged him, giving him a small smile to indicate that she was okay.

With that indication from her, he laid a gentle hand on her shoulder and then made his way to the front of the ship to talk to Omega.

Tech and Echo took a few minutes to both examine her and administer the proper medical materials needed for her wound. Once they were done, Echo got some bandages and proceeded to carefully wrap her waist, the two of them staying silent the whole time. As he tied the bandages together, his sad gaze met hers and he took her hand tightly in his. She knew immediately what he wanted to convey to her. There were no words needed between them for her to understand what he wanted to say:

“I’m sorry.”

She squeezed his hand back in return as thanks for his comfort. Then he stood up and moved to help lift Wrecker up and guide him into the cockpit behind Tech. Kimber stood up herself and followed behind Echo.

They walked in just as they heard Omega telling Hunter, “I’ve never fired a blaster before. I guess I got lucky.”

“She’s not the only one,” Tech stated as he sat himself in his usual pilot’s chair. 

“I’m fine. It’ll take more than a blaster shot to take me down,” Wrecker boasted.

“You were down,” Echo disputed.

“Yeah, well, not for long,” said Wrecker through a laugh.

Turning back in his chair, Tech inquired, “What’s the plan, Hunter?”

Bringing a hand to his chin, Hunter answered, “I thought we could go off on our own, lay low…but with Crosshair gunning for us, I’m not so sure.”

Then Omega spoke up, asking, “What about your friends? Could any of them help us?”

“That would be a short list,” Tech said in response.

Echo looked to Kimber. “What about the Koriena Force?” he asked her. “They’ve got experience with keeping a low profile. Maybe they can help.”

Even though she knew he was right, Kimber didn’t feel right about the idea. “As much as I would love to call the girls, things are too dangerous right now,” she replied solemnly. “They’re already trying to stay under the radar and frankly, I want to keep the Empire away from them as much as possible.”

“I guess you’re right,” said Echo. 

“I can think of one,” then spoke Hunter, a newfound hope in his expression. He pointed to Tech and told him, “Plot a course for J-19.”

“J-19?” Echo repeated, confused.

“We know a guy,” Hunter told him. As Wrecker got excited about this new prospect, enthusiastically hitting Echo with Lula, Hunter turned his attention to Omega and said to her, gesturing to the other front chair, “Strap in, kid. You’re not going to want to miss this view.”

As Tech got ready to take them into hyperspace, Kimber started to slink back quietly, thinking she wanted to be alone for a moment in her sadness. However, Hunter caught her by the hand and stopped her in her tracks.

"Stay...please," he quietly pleaded.

Even though she wanted nothing more than to just lock herself in a room, Kimber found herself too weak to argue against Hunter, especially with the look he had in his eyes that practically begged her to stay. Perhaps what she needed then wasn't to be alone, but to be with her boys. At least, the ones that she still had. And Omega was now with them, this young, strong-willed girl with stars in her eyes who had elected to escape with them. She was glad they were still with her, despite the tragedy they had all just suffered.

Everything was going to be different now. There was no knowing what the future held for them now...but as long as they all were together and stayed together, then they could survive the new age dawning upon them.

The Age of the Empire.

#star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #bad batch hunter #bad batch fanfic #hunter x oc fic #sun and rain fanfic

[hermesserpent-stuff]

something to think through ox's brain for once. mm could be better perchance.

Ox is a man of few words. English never seemed to hold all the meanings he wanted. His native tongue also failed him most of the time. German allows him a broad range of emotions and held much affection in his heart. But he also did not use it as often as most people spoke. He found that most of his issues needed to be solved with his fists or a look. Words had never truly been a tool for him to wield as a weapon or support. He contents himself listening to the words of those around him. 

Ox had learned German at a young age. Ten. What an age to be left alone on the streets. He had been lucky. A kind couple who owned a german restaurant in a run down area of New York had let him in. They were struggling, but they fed and housed him and loved him. He did dishes in exchange to not feel useless. Tante Anke and Onkel Matthäus. The best couple in the world in Ox’s eyes. They taught him to speak like them, cook, and how to care. 

He returns to the restaurant often and makes sure they want for nothing. Not that they wanted much, other than for him to be happy and visit. He had been hesitant to bring the Enforcers, not wanting to expose his greatest weakness to just anyone. But both had demonstrated a willingness to care about him, never leaving him behind. It had taken the introduction of Montana for Dan to grow a little more understanding of Ox’s lack of language, but now the three move as one. And he wants them to meet his family. He had already met part of Montana’s and knows that Dan has none that he still speaks to.

As far as his partners know, they are just going to some restaurant that is a little farther out than they normally go. It is Ox’s turn to choose and he decides to take full advantage of this fact. As soon as he opens the door, his short uncle makes a beeline for him, chattering in quick german.

“Mein Sohn! Wie geht’s dir?” (My son! How are you?)

Onkel Matthäus grins while hugging Ox. Ox is very careful with his hug back.

“Mehr geht’s gut. Das sind meine Kampfbrüder. Dan und Montana.” (I am good. These are my fight-brothers. Dan and Montana.)

His two friends look a little stunned. Probably because it is the most they have heard out of his mouth. Montana opens his mouth and it becomes Ox’s turn to be shocked.

“Guten Tag. Wie geht’s Ihnen?” (Good day. How are you? *formal*)

“Nien, nein. Du bist Familie. Du kannst “du” zu mir sagen. Ich bin wunderbar. Ich habe so viel über dich gehört.” (No, no. You are family. You can say du to me. *inviting to be informal* I am wonderful. I have heard so much about you.)

Onkel Matthäus expounds. Dan looks a little lost while Ox speaks again.

“Montana, das ist mein Onkel Matthäus. Er ist mein Hertz. Und meine Tante Anke ist auch mein Hertz.” (Montana, this is my uncle Matthäus. He is my heart. And my Aunt Anke is also my heart.)

His uncle lights up and tries to hug him tighter, despite not being able to fit his arms around Ox. Montana gives a nod with a tilted smile.

“Understood partner. Dan, this is Ox’s uncle Matthäus. His aunt is also here somewhere and her name is Anke. They own the place,” Ox gives a slight nod to Montana's questioning eyes, “And he cares about them quite a bit. So be nice to them. Which was always the plan.” Montana’s eyes turn back to Onkel Matthäus, “It's nice to meet you, Mr. Matthäus.”

“Good to meet you.”

Onkel Matthäus says grabbing Montana and hugging him tightly. He then hugs Dan in the same way. Tante Anke had always been the more reserved of the two. 

“Come come. Best table for you.”

Ox smiles as he watches his partners get herded into the back of the restaurant, the perfect distance from the heater, the door, and the kitchen. Tante Anke comes out a few minutes later to greet them. She gives Ox a small head pat and shakes hands with Dan and Montana. While more reserved, Ox can tell that she is just as excited as Onkel Matthäus to have them there. This was a good choice.

#hermes speaks #spider nephew au #tssm montana #tssm dan #tssm ox #tssm enforcers #tssm #music #Youtube

[mlmxreader]

For What It's Worth | Sam Wilson x m!reader

Anonymous asked: Ahhh i love your writing SO MUCH.

Can you do a Sam Wilson with a male reader? like it’s angst hurt/comfort fic with “Do you really think I’d be here now if I didn’t care?” and “It’s you. it’s always been you and it’ll always be you”

summary: when you're in need of help, Captain America is there for you, it's just a shame that things won't turn out the way you want them to.

tws: swearing, blood, injury, bruising

Sam knew he had the right place the second that he heard the muffled sounds of 'Yaad' by Bloodywood from the path outside, and when he unlocked the door with the spare key he had in his back pocket, the volume of the music hit him like a fucking freight train; it took him a second to come to his senses, but he soon made his way towards the sound, his brows furrowing a little as he listened to the actual lyrics. He hummed along, and when he found you in the kitchen, he frowned; a bloodied arm, a split lip, a bruise on your eye and blood all over your fingers. He shook his head, immediately turning tail and grabbing what he could use from the medicine cabinet, although it wasn't much and he almost dropped the plasters into the sugar jar; swallowing thickly, Sam came to you, sighing heavily and running a hand down his face.

"I take it this is from your little side-job with Frank."

You nodded, daring to give your arm to him and pretending not to feel it when he rubbed your arm down with kitchen roll to get some of the blood cleaned up. "What the fuck else was it gonna be, Cap?"

Sam didn't meet your gaze, he noticed the way you flinched when antiseptic wipes hit the wound but he couldn't bring himself to say anything; he had seen too many people hurt already, that's why he had left you when he did. Sure, he wished that you were still his boyfriend, but you were both in dangerous careers. Between Captain America and The Punisher, you weren't exactly safe at any given moment and even if you could handle yourself, you were bound to get hurt sooner or later; it was just a fact of life, he supposed, that no matter which way you went, you would get hurt. He just couldn't bear the thought of it being because of him, if it was because of Frank, he could chew him out and he could scream and shout and lose his temper. But he couldn't stomach the thought of it being because of him in the slightest.

The song changed to 'Dana-Dan' by the same band, and as he cleaned the wound, he dared to smile a little.

I put a fist through the face of a rapist and yeah, I tape this for the viewing pleasure of the nameless faces he disgraces and yeah one day I may change his kind with my mind, but I won't bow to the beast, never make peace, it feasts only if you're gonna let it eat, so the wife beater 'boutta get a beating on the beat, I'ma get 'em at the home and the street, dead meat, delete, going off like a time bomb, white heat, choke 'em out like a python, bonafide homicide then we're gonna ride on up into your mind and then we're gonna fight on

He finished cleaning the wound, tossed the wipes aside and got a good look at you; thankfully the wound wasn't incredibly deep, it didn't need stitches at least, but he could see the styrofoam-like texture of the flesh that made him gag a little as he cleared his throat and grabbed the bandages and plasters. He was gentle when he applied the latter, hoping that when it was time to change it, it would yank at your hair too harshly; even if he did know better, he still hoped. Sam was even more gentle when wrapping the bandage around, though, making sure that the padded bit was flush against the plaster and chewing at the inside of his lip when he stuck it down to your flesh with a bit of surgical tape. He swallowed thickly, still not looking at you as he cleared his throat.

"Let me see your lip."

You did as he said, turning your head so that he could get a good look at it and examine it for a second; he hardly blamed you when you growled softly at the antiseptic wipe hitting it. Split lips were always bastards and stung like a bitch. He nodded and went about putting things back and throwing the used wipes and plaster packets into the bin; but when he returned to your side, he held a bag of frozen peas and pressed them into your hand as he grabbed a tea towel.

"Put it on your eye," he told you. "It'll help."

You did as you were told, wrapping the peas in the tea towel and holding it against your eye as you sighed heavily. "Why are you here, Sam? I thought we were over."

"Do you really think I'd be here now if I didn't care?" He asked. "Be real, (y/n)."

You frowned, looking down at your lap and shaking your head. "I wish things had ended differently 'cause... y'know... as many dates as I've been on, as many times as I try to forget being your boyfriend, fuck, it's you. It's always been you and it'll always be you."

Sam nodded, swallowing thickly. "If something happened to you, j wouldn't forgive myself... keep ice on that bruise, change the dressing in the morning - unless you want me to come over and do it?"

You nodded, finally able to meet his gaze as you tried to smile. "I'd appreciate it... thanks."

"I'll come over at six," he said quietly. "You gonna be alright for the night?"

"I've got my music," you started, "I've got food. I've got energy drinks for days. I should be just fine."

Sam cleared his throat, putting his hand on your shoulder as he sighed heavily. "For what it's worth... I kinda like this band. They're not Marvin Gaye, but y'know, they're growing on me."

"For what it's worth, I miss you," you admitted. "You can... you can always come round and listen to more."

"I might have to," he smiled, giving your shoulder a little squeeze. "I should leave but... if you want me to, I can stay. Keep an eye on you. Y'know, in case that shit on your arm starts up."

You nodded. "I'd like that."

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[elnotwoods]

One thing I particularly enjoy about the evolution of Sean’s feelings and his relationship with White is that it happened slowly but you can clearly see when the switch flicked on for Sean…

From the first moment Sean has been watching “Black” like a hawk… you can see him being perplexed and a bit suspicious about Black’s sudden personality change.

When Sean opens the door to his room suddenly and raises his fist, “Black” backtracks and covers his face which must be a very unBlack thing to do. From what we saw of the past, Black has always been the more hotheaded one, the one ready to fight and stand up for himself. So for “Black” to instead cover his face and actually wait for the punch,instead of throwing one himself, is already suspicious.

And Sean noticed. Because of course he does. I bet he notices so much more because his and Blacks relationship is the rockiest one out of all of them at the garage. Gram seems to be in love with Black and also carries a lot of guilt and shame for kissing Eugene and maybe that’s why he doesn’t notice as much. Yok noticed too, but he also has Dan on his mind 24/7 so he isn’t as invested. But Sean is the one always at the garage and always watching “Black”.

Black has trouble riding his bike, doing work around the garage… he also suddenly questions their actions and how they will be viewed by the public. And he is also gentler, less aggressive and actually gives a damn about Sean. The old Black wouldn’t have cared about Sean, he already left him behind once. Yet suddenly, “Black” hugs him through his nightmares and consoles him, he cares about Sean and if he is hurt.

All of this tips Sean off and that’s why he starts to question this whole thing. I think their moment under the pride flag also shifted something between them. It looks to me like Sean acknowledged that he himself has different feelings for “Black” and for a moment he lets himself be and enjoy the moment. “Black” being this unusually smiling, cheerful and energetic just adds to the list of weird unBlack like behaviours.

Once Sean sorts his head out he investigates. He comes over to “Black” and the moment they have is significant and another milestone in their relationship. Because Sean opens up and “Black” accepts him, consoles him and thanks him for opening up. He trusts him and thanks him for giving that trust back.

And Sean does trust him. Him snooping around isn’t about not trusting him. I think he actually trusts this version of “Black” even more than the real one. Sean just really wants answers because he must be confused too. Cause suddenly he has feelings for someone he never really got along with and this person seems so different yet so identical to the one he had beef with. Sean just needs to confirm all of this.

You can see it once White wakes up and asks about being tied up. Sean already knows, but he isn’t angry. He’s actually amused.

(I also think that out of all of them, Sean was the one much more likely to not be mad at White for lying. I think Sean gets that something must have happened for White to come in and pretend to be Black. And Sean understands the need to protect his family and the ones he loves.)

Now that we know why Sean tied “Black” up, him checking that the “Black” who came over for the stake out is the one Sean wants there. Because the ropes left a mark on his wrists and Sean can confirm his identity without tipping White off.

The rest of the episode Sean seems way gentler himself. Every time he is anywhere near White he visibly softens. He teases him and engages with him but it’s not so rough. He also smiles much more and looks giddy when he runs across the rooftop with White’s hand tightly holding his.

It’s also worth pointing out that from the moment Sean confirms that “Black” is not Black… Sean doesn’t address him as Black anymore.

He is also way touchier with White, he seeks his presence and he openly flirts with him on that rooftop. Sean takes a breather to collect himself after that trust fall, giving himself a moment to calm his nerves down before making his move.

(Don’t even get me started on the trust fall and how it’s basically Sean’s way of asking White that if he fell for him, would White be there to catch him? Can Sean trust him with his heart?)

And once Sean is a 100% sure about this all, he goes for it. He seizes the opportunity and actually lets himself go and kisses White. Because now he knows and now trusts him too.

#not me #not me the series #seanwhite #seanblack #sean x white #i loved the way Sean worked this out on his own #not me meta #stream of consciousness #el’s thoughts

[stormblessed95]

AFTG Quotes I Love

All art (unless stated otherwise) by @llstarcasterll

I'm high key obsessed with these books (All For The Game Trilogy) and I'm about to reread them again with a few friends (their first time 🥺) so I wanted to make a post gushing over it and some of my favorite quotes from the Trilogy! Feel free to ignore it, i know my book posts aren't why yall follow me. Lol let me indulge though! And maybe it will encourage some of you to pick the books up though too if you want!! Beware any minor or potential spoilers though in the rest of the post if that's something that bothers you. I won't include any major plot spoilers though of course. I read them for the first time in 2020 and this will be my 4th reread. Lol

Now clearly I love these books, they are comfort reads to me. I love these characters. But that doesn't mean they don't have their fair share of problems 😅 and it's got some romance in there, but it's not a romance book. I love these characters way more than I should, but they aren't good people! Lol trigger warnings should be observed before reading these books, please. Trigger warnings include, well basically everything that could be a trigger warning. You can find a detailed list of those warnings here.

The Foxhole Court:

"Did you think I made the team the way it is because I thought it would be a good publicity stunt? It's about second chances, Neil. Second, third, fourth, whatever, as long as you get at least one more than what anyone else wanted to give you."

"It sounded like a dream; it tasted like damnation."

"Keys meant Neil had explicit permission to be here and do what he liked. They meant he belonged."

"I'm not a math problem." "But I'll still solve you."

"Neil was much better at instigating fights than winning them, but it'd be worth losing if he could just put a fist through Kevin's face once."

"What he'd just told Andrew was fifty percent truth, the most honest thing he'd ever tell someone about his life, and Andrew took it without batting an eye. Neil didn't know how to feel about that. He should be relieved, because it meant Andrew might be done asking him questions, but it went deeper than that. He wondered for a moment if Andrew could handle the entire truth so calmly, but that was too dangerous and stupid to consider."

"Morning, sunshine," Matt said with exaggerated cheer. "Fuck you," Kevin said. Dan yawned into her hand. "Glad to see you're still a morning person." "Fuck you too."

"When I said Abby and I would look out for you, I didn't mean you should pick a fight with Riko on national television," Wymack said. "Should I have spelled that out beforehand?" "Probably," Neil said."

"Family means something different with us because it has to. It's not about blood. It's not even about who we like. It's about who Andrew's willing to protect."

Top 2 from @llstarcasterll bottom 2 from @rosiethorns88

The Raven King:

"Renee and Andrew are sparring partners," Matt said. It obviously didn't sound as ridiculous to them as it did to Neil, but aside from flat- out asking what a sweet Christian girl was doing fighting the unofficial sociopath of the team, Neil didn't know what to say."

"Neil wanted to tell them death was no reason to hold back, but he found their humanity interesting."

"Your parents are dead, you are not fine, and nothing is going to be okay. This is not news to you. But from now until May you are still Neil Josten and I am still the man who said he would keep you alive."

"Yeah, Hennessey," Dan said, sounding calmer than Neil thought she should in the face of such treatment. "Treats you right if you're willing to pay and will fuck you over the morning after if you're not nice enough to her. Sorry, but this bottle's got a name on it. Hope you feel that one for a while, you lowlife asshole."

"I was the first person who ever looked at Andrew and told him he was worth something. When he comes off these drugs and has nothing else to hold him up I will give him something to build his life around."

"They never pried, but it took him weeks to realize they didn't have to. They didn't ask for secrets; they settled for the breadcrumb truths of day to day life. They knew he hated vegetables but loved fruit, that his favorite color was gray, and that he didn't like movies or loud music. They were things Neil understood only in terms of survival, but his teammates hoarded these insights like gold."

"Neil thought about Renee's bruised knuckles, Dan's fierce spirit, and Allison holding her ground on the court a week after (x)'s death. He thought about his mother standing unflinching in the face of his father's violent anger and her ruthlessly leaving bodies in their wake. He felt compelled to say, "Some of the strongest people I've known are women."

"I am a bad person trying very hard to be a good person, but I would not be trying at all if not for the outside interventions in my life."

"Andrew laughed. "I'm remembering why I don't like you." "I'm surprised you forgot." "I didn't," Andrew said. "I just got distracted for a moment there."

"Neil waited, but Andrew didn't let go. With so many people watching them Neil couldn't lift his shirt. He did the next best thing and dragged one of Andrew's hands under the hem. He pressed Andrew's palm to the ugly scarring across his abdomen. Andrew's eyes dropped to Neil's shirt like he could see Neil's marred skin through the dark cotton. "Do you understand?" Neil asked. "Nothing Riko does will make me leave him. We will both be here when you get back."

The Kings Men:

"You flounder when they call you 'friend'; you'd probably have a psychotic break when they freaked out over you."

"He straightened and turned to find Andrew had shifted closer. There was nowhere for Neil to stand except up against Andrew, but somehow Neil didn't mind. They'd been apart for seven weeks but Neil keenly remembered why he'd stayed. He remembered this unyielding, unquestioning weight that could hold him and all of his problems up without breaking a sweat. For the first time in months he could finally breathe again. It was such a relief it was frightening; Neil hadn't meant to lean on Andrew so much."

"I'm not a hallucination," Neil said, nonplussed. "You are a pipe dream," Andrew said."

"That's not exactly reassuring. From you 'fine' could mean anything from 'I'm going to hitchhike across the state' to 'I'm beaten to a bloody pulp but I can still hold a racquet'."

"Andrew doesn't believe in regret; he says regret is grounded in shame and guilt, neither of which serves any real purpose."

"Andrew refused on the grounds he wouldn't wish you on anyone except a mortician." "Drama queen," Neil muttered."

"I care about who you are right now and who you can be going forward. I'm not asking you to forget your past, but I am telling you to overcome it."

"You gave me a key and called it home."

"I am not your answer, and you sure as fuck aren't mine."

"I've said all year I don't swing and I meant it. Kissing you doesn't make me look at any of them differently. The only one I'm interested in is you."

"Andrew bit the question into the corner of Neil's jaw. "Yes or no?" "It's always yes with you," Neil said."

"Fight because you don't know how to die quietly. Win because you don't know how to lose."

Why is this series just trauma and found family and why is it basically my comfort read?? Lol for anyone who read all this, thanks. If you've read this series and want to fawn over it with me, please feel free to do so and/or DM me! I'm ready and willing to talk about it constantly. Lol I had to cut so many amazing quotes for 1) space and 2) major spoilers Lol. Just a bunch of awfulness and loveliness all rolled into one Trilogy I guess? 😅😂

Thanks for indulging me in my love for another book series over here!! 🥰🥰 I appreciate you all

#aftg #foxhole court quotes #my comfort characters and I dont want to know what that says about me thanks #andriel

[slasherrabbitmadness]

Beach day with the Slashers

Female Reader -Bo- Gender-neutral -everyone else-

Bo- Fingering but no penetration. Dirty talk.

Angst and Fluff with Herbert and Dan (They pronouns used for Y/N) Fluff with Michael and Jason.

Michael Myers (1978 with the extra height of the 2018 one)

> Wants to visit the beach during the day. He’ll even have his mask off. Instead of enjoying the beautiful view of the sun hitting the blue ocean, you spend your day staring at your handsome boyfriend.

> Michael is just there to scan for new victims. He kills people who litter, hates seeing wrappers and cigarette butts littered across nature.

> You egg him on to go swimming, it takes a lot of coaxing. “Please, Michael, just for a little bit.” He points to your belongings on the towel, “They’ll be fine, who’s gonna want to steal some sandwiches and some towels?” He shook his head. You got down on your knees and gave him sad puppy dog eyes. He grumbled then lifted you onto his shoulder, you squealed as you placed your hands on his firm back, rubbing his taut muscles.

> When he got up to his pecs in the water he threw you in. You came up for air, “Mikey, what the hell!?”

> “What? You wanted in the water.” He gave a small smile.

> He made you swim in front of the beach while he just stood in the water and watched. He knew you’d be fine, it was your belongings he was worried for. You caught his eyes, his already dark blue eyes were now matching the deepest parts of the ocean. He barreled through the water, pushing you aside. You watched him as he made his way up onto the beach.

> Some fuck had the bright idea to do some stealing. He just happens to choose the one man’s belongings you don’t fuck with.

> Before that guy had time to react to a six-foot-three man, hauling ass like he is a tiger chasing after a deer, Michael clocked him so hard in the face the man immediately went down.

> People stood around Michael, some congratulating him for knocking out a thief, others gawked “My God he swung that punch so hard.” “Is the thief even breathing?” Michael stood over your belongings, and turned back towards you, just making your way out of the ocean. Michael was mad, but not as mad at what he saw next.

> Some random beach Chad made his way over to you, “Yo, that was wild huh?” You gave a quick, “Ya.” not caring to speak to him, just wanted to get back to your boyfriend. “He just knocked that guy out in one punch.” You made your way up the beach, he grabbed at you “Hey, be careful, probably want to stay aw-”

>The poor sap never stood a chance, Michael swung his fist so hard Chad went flying back into the water.

> “I’ve had enough, we're leaving.”

> You were gonna protest, but when you scanned the crowd, you realized that yeah, we’re gonna go home.

> Walking back home, Michael held your hand, tightly. “Mikey?” He grunts, “You don’t like people touching your belongings, huh?” You turned to look up at him and he caught you in a kiss. He snuck his tongue in, dominating yours, you moaned and he pulled away. You whined and he smiled.

> “what’s mine is mine.”

Jason Voorhees

> He’s the beach’s lifeguard, so if you wanna spend a beach day with Jason, you’ll have to do it after hours. You would, but Jason takes the evening shifts too.

> Everybody loved Jason. Kids loved him, he was always so nice to them after all. He gave them swimming lessons. He was always so patient with them, never getting mad if a kid was struggling to grasp the basics.

> Men and Women loved Jason. His stoic demeanor, his calming presence...his bulging muscles. Jason was oblivious to all kinds of flirting. “Your hands are like, so big!” said a bubbly tanned beach bunny. Jason just grunts. A muscle-bound beach bro asked, “Bet you lift a lot eh, what’s your macros?” Jason just looked at his large bicep, he shrugged.

> When you visit him at work he gives you small waves then his eyes go right back to the water, not wanting to miss anything. Dedicated <3

> He doesn’t take a proper lunch break, he’ll eat his food while watching the beach, scarfing down the food as fast as possible.

> After a long day, you’ll finally have Jason all to yourself.

> Night swimming!

> You and Jason have splash fights, that he often wins, his large palms create huge splashes that knock you back into the water.

> Keeps you incredibly close in the water, will bug you to wear a life jacket if you ever swam without him. He’s very protective.

> Holds you close to him the further out you go. He won’t let you go, so it’s the perfect time to smother him in kisses.

> Jason hums into your kisses, his large hands running up and down your back, the water and his hands feel perfect on your skin.

> Jason couldn’t be happier that you're together.

Herbert West + Dan Cain - Poly relationship or what Derrick Barry calls a ‘throuple’

> “Please Herbert, for me?” He grimaced at you. Don’t you know how busy he is? Perfect specimens don’t just end up dead you know? Someones gotta end a life! You sighed and brought out the big gun. “Well, Dan said-” The moment Dan left your lips, Herbert was pushing you and him out the door.

> You and Dan had a blast, building castles, collecting seashells, playing some beach volleyball with another friendly couple.

> Herbert sulked under the beach umbrella, nose in a large medical textbook.

> “If you come with us, Herbert, we’ll get you a grape freezie!” Dan coaxed but it did not affect Herbert. Herbert waved you both off as if you were two mosquitoes bugging him.

> You and Dan walked hand in hand, swinging them in between yourself on your way to the little concession stand. “You sure it was for the best we brought him, Dan?” Dan looked at you and frowned, your eyes were a little glossy. “He only came because you were coming.” You felt the tears rolling down your cheek.

> “fuck, Herbert, you little monster.” Dan cursed to under his breath. Dan knew Herbert gravitated more towards him. It’s not that Herbert didn’t like you, just Dan was there first. Dan never told you but he often caught Herbert staring at you, a softness in his eyes that Dan knew meant one thing…

> “I’m sorry…” You mumbled, quickly rubbing the back of your hand over your eyes. Dan shushed you and brought you in for a hug, kissing the top of your head.

> “Don’t be, Herbert should be. Some Vitamin D is much needed for his pale little body. I’ll talk to him, okay? In the meantime, focus on me!”

> Dan and you continued with the most fun day ever. You ate your freezies, swapping flavors halfway through. A little boy asked Dan to help with flying his kite, Dan’s height coming in handy.

> Herbert stewed in his spot under the umbrella, watching you and Dan have fun, “Hmph, wasting time.” He kept peeking from his book, eyes on you, how you smiled when you looked into Dan’s eyes, how you leaned in closer, head resting on his shoulder. How Dan wrapped his arm around your waist, lips on your ear whispering...God knows what, Herbert can only imagine.

> “They could just yank me away from this, make me spend time with them...not that I want to. But if they dragged me away from my book then I’d have no choice.”

> When it got late, You and Dan packed away everything into the bags, Herbert supervised. How helpful/s

> Dan had you drop a few of the smaller items at the car on your own, he made Herbert help with some of the heavier items. As your figure became smaller and smaller in the distance, Dan turned to Herbert, “You know, they wer-”

> “I can’t believe you two, frolicking about so openly.” Herbert had cut Dan off. Herbert fumbled with the bags while trying to push up his glasses. Dan fumed.

> “You mean act like a couple, which we are, which you're a part of. Or are you only a couple with me?”

> Herbert snapped “excuse me, you and Y/N are most certainly a couple, which I have no part of.”

> Dan scoffed and shook his head “They want to be with you too, Herbert, They do like you, They feel upset with how you treat them. Now I know deep down you adore them, you best start showing it.”

> Herbert stopped, he looked at Dan and then at you in the distance starting the car.

> Later that night, Herbert had asked if you’d help in the basement. As tired as you were, you went to help. Herbert scarcely looked at you, but he found ways to touch you. Hands ghosting over yours as you handed him some flasks. Grabbing your hips softly to move you out of the way.

> “Everything good, Herbert?” You asked. His eyes looked everywhere but you. He stepped a little closer to you, His face only a foot away.

> He smashed his lips onto yours and wrapped you up in his arms. His hands rubbing along your sides, pulling you in so tight you were surprised he was strong enough to bring pain that way.

> “Don’t cry over me. Okay?” Your face felt hot, you nodded. “You are mine too, not just Dan’s, okay?” You nodded again. “Good. Now kiss me.”

> The kiss started tender but that just wasn’t gonna cut it with all the tension between you two.

Bo Sinclair /Female reader/

> Lookin’ at all the pretty girls go by.

> Catches you catching him staring, flashes his baby blues at you, “C’mon darling, you know you're still the apple of mah eye.”

> Gets pissed when other guys check you out. Strolls on over and wraps an arm around you, sneering at the Chads and Kyles.

> “You just had to wear that sexy little number, didn’t ya?” He snarled in your face. You grabbed your tits in the cute red bikini and gave them a Lil shake.

> Bo yanked you away from the beach, you protested, hitting his large forearm, “Bo, what the hell? Oh come on, you act like a leech an-” He cut you off, his lips slammed onto yours, the kiss was teeth and a little tongue action.

> Bo had yanked you away to some run-down looking bathrooms, the paint was so old it looked like the original coat from the 1960s

> “Now, Darlin, looks like you’ve just been wanting to rial me up now, huh? Wanting those sons of bitches to fuck you?” He leaned in close to your ear, his heavy breathing making you shake with anticipation. He suckled on it, causing you to buckle at the knees.

> “Bo, no I didn’t wan-want ah, the- them to” You were panting as he made small circles on your clit over your bikini bottoms. His fingers were calloused but he could be surprisingly gentle.

> “Now, yah best be quiet so no one hears ya, understood, Doll?” You whimpered and Bo flashed you his pearly whites. “That’s a good girl.”

> You should make him jealous more often.

#Michael Myers x reader #Jason Voorhees x reader #Herbert West x reader #Dan cain x reader #michael myers x reader #Michael Myers x you #Jason Voorhees x you #Herbert West x you #Dan cain x you #Bo sinclair x you #Michael Myers #Jason Voorhees #Herbert west #reanimator #Bo sinclair #dan cain #Slasher imagine #Slasher x you #michael myers imagine #Jason Voorhees imagine #Herbest west imagine #Dan cain imagine #Bo sinclair imagine #House of wax #Fluff #Angst #Gender neutral

[happyselves]

Wine { Daniel Ricciardo x reader one shot }

You were invited to a garden party, one of your neighbours was throwing one for the launch of his wine or something, you heard of it before receiving the invite in your mailbox. Weird cause you didn't really known anyone here since you just got here and that neighbour, he was never here but you know from his house that he was rich as fuck.

Anyways you weren't planning on going but free food convinced you, but what to wear now ... to a garden party ? At 7pm ... who does that ? He must be an arrogant prick. You were torn between a sexy dress or a chill outfit ... and you end up with a combination of both, a sexy top and a chill pants . You didn't forget your purse and took your keys, do you really want to drive there ? Well no you were living next door but you did make the walk barefoot cause you didn't want to have sore feet already.

You arrived at your destination and entered the huge house and gave your invitation to a security guy, he did look at you with questioning eyes cause first you still weren't wearing your shoes and secondly you weren't really the type of guest this reception was expecting. What the fuck were you doing here plus more you were actually looking more you didn't see any other neighbour that you recognize.( you didn't know them personal but you always greet them when you see them )

Your shoes back on you start to look around, pretty decoration, very aesthetic and very chic but simple, a bit like yours but you could see some helmets and paintings of cars ? Super cars like the one being driven on circuit ... Formula 1 it was called ... ohhh that would explain a lot about your neighbour ... he must be a F1 driver then. The curiosity was growing inside of you, you knew Lewis Hamilton from this sport, you mean ... knowing is a big word, you've heard his name and saw a picture of him from one of your friends somewhere. If all the drivers were as handsome as Hamilton then your neighbour was getting interesting. What was his name again dammit.

You found the food and took some, not too much to not sound like a bizarre person, you were already underdressed and you were alone, that does look suspect. Socializing wasn't really your forte but some of the guests came to talk to you, they were wearing chill outfits like yours, you felt relief in your heart, like a big weight lifting up, those you will stick to them all evening that was decided. They were his friend to that mysterious guy that you only remember the first letter D. So the friends of D were making you feel at home and asking you random stuff not pressuring you but making you feel so comfortable, so maybe D will not be a prick after all if his friends are this nice. One of his friends, Scott, directed you towards the true star of the party .... THE WINE !!

As soon as you tested it your taste buds went into paradise, the sweet texture, the raspberry taste that was prominent, you liked it right away and wanted to have more. During the whole evening you end up maybe drinking more than you should have and food wasn't making it better. You weren't drunk like a crazy drunk. You just felt more relaxed and laughed with D' friends until you excused yourself because you wanted some water and there was none in the living room. Scott points at you in the direction of the kitchen and tells him you will be back in a sec. His friends were so nice and it felt like you've always known them, they have the same vibe as you and you were already planning on seeing them again this week.

What was strange is that after all this time you still haven't seen the host of the evening, you thought he was speaking with everyone but you would have met by now, you were with his friend after all.

In your thought, the glass of wine in your hand you didn't see the tall person in front of you as you entered the kitchen and kinda crashed into him, the glass of wine ruining his cream pullover. Fuck ... you watch the red spot trying to clean it but you made it worse.

You : Oh I'm so sorry I was in my thoughts, my lord come down here.

You close your fist on his pull and bring him towards the sink without even looking at him or asking him if it was okay. The dude just follows you without complaining, you turn the water, get the closest thing you could get to help and clean it. You were so focused on the spot that you didn't notice he had put his hands on your arms, very warm hands and his chest was firm.

You : Nah take it off I won't be able to take the wine off on you.

Stranger : It's okay really

You hear his voice for the first time and what a voice, sweet like honey but deep as well, from what you could pick from it, he feels amused. You finally look up to see your interlocutor's face and you stay shocked at his, you couldn't react, you froze literally and your cheek went red ... he was handsome and you had way too many glasses of alcohol to behave like a normal being without being embarrassing. Trying your best to put some composure on you but of course he noticed it.

Stranger : We should introduce each other before you take off my clothes, don't you think ? He joked

You throw your name so quickly which made him giggle.

Stranger : Hi nice to meet I'm Daniel

He tried to shake your hand and that's where it hit you, Daniel !! Your neighbour Daniel, the host, the one with the wine !!! You were freaking out in your head but shook his hand

You : Oh I see, I was wondering where the host of the evening was, but I see hiding in the kitchen.

Dan : And I was wondering where the neighbour that my friend kept talking about was and invited me.

You were feeling the alcohol in you taking the place and you knew that the next phrase coming out of you will be out of character.

You : Well if I knew that you were this handsome and hiding here I would have come get water much sooner.

It was his turn to feel shy and scratch his hand, looking away from you he cleared his throat.

Dan : Well I know that's kinda impolite of me to not be with my guest but I've been on the phone all evening, it wasn't planned at all. I'm sorry, am I a bad neighbour ?

You : Don't apologize and you don't have to explain yourself, you are a busy man after all from what I saw. But not to sound too neat freak, your pull over might be ruined. I should be the one apologizing for that.

Dan : Oh it's okay it's not like it was my only clothes.

And with that he took it off, finally you whispered in your head, or by the face he just made you think it was in your head. Damnit ... again not in your head freaking wine

Dan : Ah I see you liked the wine ? I will give you some bottles then, free of charge in the house cause I'm a terrible host.

You both went silent, it wasn't awkward but he was curious about you and why you were looking at his chest like that ... he was wearing a white tee shirt underneath, not like he was naked.

For you it was the layered gold necklaces that threw you off, you loved men wearing jeweled jewelry especially because you had a thing for neck, large neck and god damn that an F1 driver had to have a large neck. You snapped out of it, almost feeling dizzy.

You : Wooo I'm sorry I zoned out ... I think it's the wine, I'm not a bad drinker but the raspberry touch in was my favorite.

You didn't notice you were getting closer to him, like night butterflies attracted to light, your hands were moving on their own, putting the wet tissue you had in one of your hands since you started cleaning his shirt, on the counter and bringing it to his necklaces playing with it. Daniel didn't move, he couldn't. It was like a flash of lightning was striking him down on his feet. He was looking at you helplessly, catching the counter with his hand to keep you both balanced cause he felt like his legs were about to give him up at this instant. That were he takes the time to admire you, how beautiful you were with that sunset lightning hitting you

from the window. His secondhand automatically pushed away the hair that was stopping him to look at your pretty face.

You : I don't know what's happening, you breath out

He heard you thought

Dan : I don't know either but it's not like I want to stop.

You lock eyes with each other and in a last movement you close your fingers against his necklaces, bringing him closer to you, collapsing your lips together, the taste of wine was intoxicating. He responds to your kiss instantly, slowly catching your lips and making you forget every kiss you had before him. You both were in sync, kissing slowly but deeply that it was sloppy. His hands were now on your hip, not letting you go and you were glad anyway cause you just couldn't have enough of this man. The romantic kiss turns to a more ferocious one, bringing teeth and tongue to the party. He was making you moan at every chance he gets cause it was already obsessed with the sound that was leaving your body. You were soon out of breath and had to make your lungs full of oxygens again so you were the first to break the kiss not without having him complaining with a groan.

Your eyes still close, you take a huge amount of air.

You : That was ...

You didn't had the time to finish

Dan : Unexpected

You both : but so good

You both opened your eyes at the same time, they were different from earlier, dark and full of lust for each other.

After a little while catching your breath you were both fighting the urge to kiss again but control yourself.

Dan : Well I'm so glad my friend invited you, they said I needed to know my neighbours, I thought they would invite everyone but I guess they only saw you.

You : Well I'm glad to have forced myself to come even if I didn't want to.

You both laughed and his hands joined yours on the counter, first caressing your skin before intertwining your fingers.

Dan : So do you think it would be impolite of me to just tell everyone to leave ?

That picked the curiosity in you

You : Perhaps yes, since you didn't even show up but I might have an idea.

Dan : I'm listening ...

You : You could simply eclipse yourself by the back door with a couple of wine bottles and I join you outside so we can go to my place and finish whatever is going on between us right now.

Dan : Ouuhhh I dig that plan a lot.

He quickly catch oyu lips before leaving them again

Dan : Meet you outside at 5 ?

You : Yes

You find your best lie to excuse yourself from Daniel's friends, telling them that the wine was getting into your head and that you needed to go home, it wasn't technically a lie though. Of course they ask you if you needed someone to come with you until you're home safe but you reassure them that it was only 200meters away and they let you go.

You felt like a teenager again, meeting Daniel outside of his own house, ruining as quick as you could to go back to your house and spend the most scandalous night you ever experienced with a man.

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[twirlingflurry]

love your hcs!!!! do you think you write one about the legacy neil left at palmetto and with the foxes. like he goes back when wymack retires. and next to where he carved his and andrews initials into the bed post just before andrew left, there’s other foxes initials and he sort of unknowingly created a tradition. or like eventually he gets his old exy racquet back from the cops and it sits at the court and before a game he slapped it so so did the rest of the team and has become a team ritual

hi anon - thank you so much! sorry for the delay, this week has really been something skhdskgjhd but i hope you enjoy <3 i had lots of fun with this :) 

years down the line, wymack is retiring (dan will be taking over for him)

neil and andrew are still playing pro together, but there’s a lull in their training and it’s nearing the end of the collegiate exy season, so they drive to palmetto together

andrew says he’s only going because he doesn’t want to have to deal with the cats alone

“you were alone with them for two weeks last year”

andrew pretends he doesn’t hear him

and then neil and andrew are standing outside wymack’s apartment, unannounced, and he grumbles that “at least you didn’t break in this time” but there’s fondness in his tone and he ushers them in

they have a night of comfortable chatter and silences, and andrew grabs the alcohol from the same cabinet it’s always been in. it’s familiar, and neil falls asleep on wymack’s couch with a smile on his face and andrew curled up on top of next to him 

and the next day, neil and andrew go to fox tower, and they walk the stairs that they know as well as they know each other

they get to the third floor, and a small group of foxes is leaving their dorm room, the one that used to belong to neil and andrew, when they see the two and just. freeze. 

it’s nothing new to be recognized by fans, but it’s weird for it to happen somewhere that feels like home. they tolerate it and ask if they could go into their old dorm room

the young foxes scramble to let them in and frantically pick up clothes and throw away trash to give the room some semblance of tidiness. neil and andrew don’t care

the bean bag chairs are gone, but there are still faint ash stains on the windowsill, and the crystal-clear memories of long since faded moments wash over neil

they drift over to the bedroom, and the young foxes leave them be as they silently make their way to the bunk. neil gingerly sits down onto his old mattress, andrew right beside him

andrew catches neil’s attention by tracing the carvings of their initials on the bed post, then trailing his finger down an array of other scrawled letters below. other initials, carved by foxes who came after them, and a smile ghosts over neil’s face because,,, he stopped running and he left solid evidence behind and people actually continued it after he was gone ?? and it’s such a weird thought but he loves it 

he asks the young foxes if there’s anything else that continued after he left

they show him the roof, fitted with new locks that have also since been sabotaged. it looks like their secret spot was less secret than they thought, but at least someone’s still enjoying it

they proudly demonstrate how they’ve all memorized neil’s riko roast which baffles him because that was never even televised ?? where did they hear it ????

andrew ofc will never tell him that he transcribed it when nicky asked him to. he doesn’t even really know why he listened, so there’s no way he’s ever going to try to explain it to neil

all of them have orange bandanas, which is a tradition that started neil’s second year and has apparently continued ever since

they don’t know that that’s where it started so they don’t mention it, but neil noticed from games 

they take neil and andrew to the court and show them the two lucky racquets (the drake one they got back from evidence when the case was closed and the one andrew used to shatter riko’s arm) and they all absent-mindedly tap them on their way in

it used to be a thing the foxes would only do before games, but slowly spread to. every single time they go to the court

apparently it’s also become custom for them to link arms on to way back to the bus after games, after neil’s kidnapping from binghampton

it took a while for them to get the order of the line right bc if they’re not careful, their attempt at keeping each other safe becomes a fist fight

bonus (not one of neil’s legacies): dan’s photo wall continues! they don’t ever take down pictures of the older foxes, just keep squeezing more pictures in. it expands beyond only one wall to every wall of the foyer, and they’re still having trouble finding room. sometimes they have to pile photos on top of each other

they also mention that movie nights are still a thing! they’re bi-weekly, and they always try to find a classic movie that at least one of the foxes has never seen bc of a shitty childhood

night practices are also still happening. not everyone goes every night, but a couple of the keeners do

“junkies”

neil is,,, stunned, honestly. he didn’t ever imagine he could have this concrete of an impact, didn’t think he could keep existing in a place even after he left it

before, he’d never wanted to be remembered. the idea slowly became more bearable over the years, but this is,,, he never expected anything like this

it’s overwhelming and it’s wonderful and he loves it

and later that night, neil and andrew go up to their rooftop (there are two young foxes up there that scurry away as soon as they realize who stepped onto the roof) 

and as they look out over the city, hands linked, neil’s heart feels so light and he can’t get rid of - doesn’t want to get rid of - the smile that seems to be glued to his face, even through the pang of nostalgia - another new feeling

and neil and andrew sit under the comforting blanket of the night and talk into the darkness

just like old times

and it’s comfortable and familiar and once upon a time, neil wished that it would never end

but now? now, neil knows that while he may leave,,, this will never end. not really

as he sits under the stars next to the man with whom he will spend the rest of his life, neil knows the memories and whispers of the past live on through love and legacies

#i loved writing this #sometimes i think my answers to asks are too long but like #do you guys mind? bc i have so much fun w the long posts #also sorry for the mini hiatus #life kicked me in the shin LMAO #anyway i fricken love the foxes #and ily anon #whoever you are #thanks again for the ask! #aftg #all for the game #tfc #the foxhole court #andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #david wymack #coach wymack #dan wilds #drake spear #riko moriyama #palmetto state foxes #all for the gay

[wormstacheangel]

Dean has an official novio for like half a night and he just can't stop thinking about it.

Read the other parts of my latinenatural fic Aqui! Y como siempre, I don't know what I'm doing.

Dean knew su Tio Bobby was going to be the most important and hardest person to accept Cas. El viejito had trust issues with anybody he didn’t know pero americanos especially. Maybe he would accept the gay stuff easier than the fact that his boyfriend was white. Pero add white y con dinero, va a tener un infarto del corazón. It’s too far from what they are used to.

Y con Rufus talking government conspiracies with him like they’re Rosa De Gauadalupe episodes, Bobby is nothing but a paranoid viejito.

He left Benny in charge of finishing the top floor with another guy and Cas waved goodbye, his usual lame little wave that made Dean’s chest ache for him, before Benny grabbed his attention. Dean wanted to wave back but he was busy trying to get away from his Tio’s pellizcos that led him to the elevator.

On the elevator ride down, Bobby warned Dean and Sam to stay away from the actual workers of the building.

“Todos estos americanos piensan que pueden ser lo que le dan la gana nomas porque tienen dinero.”

“Pero, Tío-”

“Ni los quiero solos con ellos.” Bobby turned to look at both of them, the regular grouchy old man face replaced by concerned round eyes. He sighed as he talked slower, “Ya saben. Si algo pasa, va a ser tu palabra contra la de ellos. So nomas, dale ojo y cuidasen. Okay?”

“Si, Tio.” Dean and Sam both say at the same time.

Dean could feel Sam’s pity eyes on him the whole ride down.

For the rest of the night, Dean worked under Bobby’s watch along with Sam. Sneaking off to go with Cas might be more complicated than he thought, and while he cleaned, he kept trying to think of excuses, but nothing felt believable enough. He might just end up heading home at this rate.

Pero Cas’ promise to celebrate kept replaying in his head. Leaving him feeling all warm and fuzzy porque they haven’t really done much since getting together. It could be porque siempre cuando empiezan; Dean gets a little nervous since he hasn’t been with a guy before, so he makes some excuse to stop before the belts come off.

Though their last make-out session ended with them coming in their pants like teenagers and for the rest of the date, Dean kept trying to ignore the fact that Cas was sitting by him with no underwear on.

Luckily, Cas was patient with him and always made sure Dean was comfortable. Still, Dean can’t keep the image of Cas panting his name at bay, and now that they're official--Y Dean ya acepto que si esta enamorado de el--he wanted the first time with Cas to happen soon.

Como ahora.

Esta noche.

¡Ay, Dios mío! He’s going to have sex with Cas tonight. He’s going to fucking do it. Oh fuck. He’s going to...He needs to sit down.

“Oye, cabrón!” Dean looks up to see Bobby glaring at him while Sam watched him with an amused smile. “No se lo que estás pensando pero trabaja! O ni te pago nada.”

“I do this for free!”

“Por pendejo.”

They finished in little under an hour and luckily before midnight, so Dean still had the excuse to go out with some friends. El baile has been his saving grace with sneaking out, along with working for Victor, so he figured Bobby wouldn’t question him much if he says some friends are going to pick him up.

Pero wait.

Dean just had his hand down a toilet, he had a glove, but still, he needed to go home and shower.

He was helping pack everything up, waiting for Cas to come downstairs, so he could sneak off and let him know that he would go home, take a shower real quick and then go pick him up. Todo va a estar bien. Dean no está pensando demasiado de esto que se está sintiendo faint. Nomas tiene que respirar profundamente.

Uno.

The elevator dings.

Dos.

The doors slide open.

Tres.

Dean’s eyes widened as he choked on his breath, creating a scene when a coughing fit started. All eyes were on him as he tried to hold in his cough, but his face started to heat up.

Dean felt embarrassed as he met Cas’s concerned eyes, but he held his hand out to stop him from coming to check up on him, giving him a thumbs up in reassurance when Cas looked like he wasn’t going to listen to him.

Dean was just taken back when he looked up to see su novio de una hora en los brazos de otro. Dean felt Sam come to his side, but he pushed him away, letting him know he was okay before standing tall.

Cas laughed at something Benny leaned in close to say, with his stupid accent.

Bobby walked by, struggling to carry some of the buckets, and Dean stopped him so his Tio could see what he was looking at.

“Tio, y porque you don’t tell Benny anything about staying away from the americano?”

Bobby looked up to where Dean glared, but he just waved his hand before letting out an annoyed old man grunt.

“Él no es mi niño. Aver, que me importa Benny. Nomas quiero que llegue a trabajar a tiempo y no puede hacer eso! Pinche huevon.”

Bobby pushed his way past him, grumbling about nobody helping him even though Dean just finished packing up the extra van, and Dean scrubbed a hand down his face to leave it over his mouth. Then, watching as Cas’s eyes widen at the sight of Benny’s dumb fake fangs.

El pinche loco deals with brujeria, which is why Bobby has been too scared even to consider firing Benny for all his tardies. Dean thought Benny was cool, someone interesting to look at every once in a while, but right now, Dean would happily fire him if he didn’t get his arm off his boyfriend.

Dean whistles to grab Benny’s attention, a loud chifla that grabbed everyone else’s attention tambien. “Benny, hermano, you’re driving.” Dean points a thumb to the van outside and digs into his pocket for the keys.

He chucks the keys at Benny, who caught them with a raised brow. “Since when you let me drive?”

Benny and Cas walked over to him, Cas eyeing him with a small smile as if he was excited to just be near him. The blush that warmed his ears was quickly ignored as he cleared his throat, looking back at Benny.

“Just go warm up the car.”

“Sure, hermano.” Benny shrugged and looked back at Cas with a glimmering smirk to show off the fang if Dean has to see it again, lo va a jalar de su boca. “How about I walk you to your car, Castiel?”

Cas looked between Benny and Dean nervously, but Dean made the decision. He took Benny’s arm off Cas and started shoving him towards the door.

“It’s Mr. Novak to you, bruja. At least have the decency to respect our customers while we are at work.”

Benny chuckled as he waved back at Cas, who was following behind them. “Well, how about I walk Mr. Novak to his car then? I’m sure he’ll appreciate the company.” Benny winked, and Dean had to fight his jealousy.

“I’ll walk him! You go do your damn job!” He didn’t fight hard enough.

“Wait, no. I wanna-” Benny started, but he must have read something in Dean that made him sigh, giving up. “Fine. Have a goodnight, Mr. Novak.”

“You too.” Cas sounded like he enjoyed the whole thing while Dean was heating up in a mix of embarrassment and celos.

They locked the office building, and Benny made his way to the back of the building while Dean followed Cas to private parking spots meant for the important folks. He watched as his boyfriend dug into his backpack for the keys, cause, of course, they wouldn't be in his pocket.

“Perdón.” Dean quickly said as they walked closer to Cas’s car. “I didn’t mean to make such a scene back there.”

“I’m guessing that means sorry.” Cas clicked his car to life. It was a beautiful and new-looking car, making Dean wonder why Cas always insisted Dean drive when he had such a nicer car. “And it’s fine. I’m not really into the jealous-”

“¡No soy celoso!” Dean quickly defended himself half-heartedly. “I mean, I’m usually not.”

Cas opened his driver-side door and threw his backpack into the passenger side before turning back to Dean. “Benny was just talking to me about his...lifestyle. I found it interesting.”

“Porfavor,” Dean took a step forward and took Cas’s face in his hands. “Don’t turn into a vampiro. I need my Tio to like you.”

Cas chuckled before he took Dean’s hands. Their fingers intertwined as they swung between them. “Right now, I only care if you like me.”

“Eso si, you don’t have to worry about.” Dean leaned forward and kissed at the corner of Cas’s lips. “I think I like you way too much.”

“Then why aren’t you coming home with me.” Cas turned his head so their lips could brush, kissing him slowly. “I thought we were-”

“We are!” Dean pressed Cas against his car, feeling Cas’s hands reach to wrap around him. Bundling Dean’s shirt in his fist as he tugged him closer, heavy breaths mixing as they continued to brush lips. “Nomas me voy a ir a mi casa and shower first. But I’ll go over.”

Cas hummed in response before he tilted forward to kiss him properly. He felt the swipe of Cas’s tongue on his lower lip before Dean moaned into it. Opening up to welcome Cas and completely melting under his touch. Pero desea más. Desea tocar más piel. Desea quemarse en el calor de su novio. Y nomas…

A long honk made them both jump and pull back, breathing heavily as they continued to look at each other. Dean’s heart raced in fear of being caught, but then Cas smiled--fuck. Está completamente perdido en su novio.--as he reached over to fix Dean's hair.

Dean catches his breath, heart not slowing down, as he feels Cas’s fingers comb through his hair. The soft-touch of his hand slowly caressing down the side of his face until they fall to his side. He looked wide-eyed as his chest falls steady against Dean’s own, watching him como si tuviera la luna y las estrellas en la mano.

“I love you.” Cas breathes, his face softening with a slight relief of a smile. “I didn’t want you to go thinking I don’t. Cause I do. I love--te amo.”

“Angelito,” Dean’s voice was shaky as he dropped his face to hide into Cas’s neck.

Cas wrapped his arms around Dean’s shoulders, holding him in the safety of his arms. He felt a kiss on his shoulder; it was warm and lingering.

“I’ll see you later?” They heard the loud and long car horn again. Reminding Dean he had to leave.

“Yeah. Yeah, nos vemos.”

-

Dean walked over to Cas’ front door, smelling himself. He already knew he smelled good from Sam’s comment about using a whole bottle of cologne--he aired himself out on the drive over just in case he wasn’t lying--and because he scrubbed himself raw in the shower. Every inch of him, and he means every goddamn inch, was clean like never before.

Pero todavía está un poquito nervioso. Va ser la primera vez que va mirar adentro de la casa que ni Maria la del Barrio podría quejarse. Esta bonita de afuera; grande, blanca, y zacate cuidado como si ningún perro lo hubiera tocado. Pero de adentro, que sabe. Se imagina se va mirar como una casa de Architectural Digest pero también no tan así.

Cas does live just a few blocks away from la colonia, so it can’t be that fancy. Hopefully.

He rings at Cas’s doorbell as he switches from one leg to the other. His mind was focused entirely at what he would say to Cas as soon as he opened the door--maybe he should just kiss him and not say anything--that it scared the shit out of him when he noticed someone standing beside him.

“Ay! Pinche-” Dean took a deep breath and glared at the guy standing beside him with an amused grin. “Who are you?”

The guy lifted the brown paper McDonalds bags. “Delivery.”

“Oh. I didn’t know he ordered food.” Dean reached to take them, but the guy pulled them out of reach.

“Unless you are Cas Novak, then I can’t give you these.”

“He’s my-”

The door quickly opens wide to a freshly showered--like still hair dripping showered-- no shirt, sweatpants hanging low, and wide-eyed looking Cas.

Both Dean and the delivery guy stop bickering to say, “Wow.” simultaneously.

Porque, Cas looked so good. Mejor que good! Era el hombre más guapo que había visto. Swayze y Ford no podían compararse con su novio.

¡Su pinche novio!

He wanted to touch him, but at the same time, he was suddenly too scared to make the first move. But that’s his--fuck!--that’s his boyfriend. That’s his boyfriend.

That’s his fucking white, gorgeous, and totally out of his league class-wise boyfriend!

Ay. Dean felt weak in the knees, his eyes still stuck on his boyfriend, while Cas took the food with a shy smile.

Dean only looked away when the stranger nudged him. “Lucky bastard.” He mumbled as he walked away.

And yeah.

“Dean, come in already!”

Yeah, I am!

Pero también es un pinche cobarde.

#yes i am going to talk a little bit about racism and classism in my fic but not enough to make people uncomfortable i hope lol #but they are poc in my au so like duh #next chapter would be fun...cant believe i have chapters on this #like i can not wait to be done with this so i can read it lol #latinenatural #sobrenatural #destiel fanfic #destiel au #destiel #wormstachwrites #fic

[imkylotrash]

The Art Of Starting Over (Chapter 4)

Pairing. Saul Silva x reader, Andreas x reader

Summary: When Saul finds out what happened between you and Andreas, he loses it.

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TW: Violence

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Saul.

His shirt drops to the floor before you have time to form a coherent thought. That's the moment you feel it. A shadow lurking in your mind pulling the strings of your body.

"Stop," you whisper trying to remember what you came in here for. It's like trying to wipe the foggy mirror but never seeing a clear reflection.

"I came back for you. I need you to choose me." He tries to kiss you again but this time you're fighting off the magic clouding your judgement. You slap Andreas right across the face feeling your cheeks burn from embarrassment.

"I'm not falling for your mind tricks, Rosalind. You'd do best to stay out of my head." Only a moment passes before Luna reveals her and Rosalind standing in the corner. You keep your face neutral but pure rage is coursing through your veins. You refuse to let them have the satisfaction of seeing you distressed.

"This would be much easier if you just let it happen. It's inevitable," Rosalind says with that sickly smile that you're sure will haunt your nightmares. You take a step towards her clenching your fists.

"You don't know me yet but I assure you I'm not one to fall for your mind tricks. You try it again and I won't be as forgiving." This right now has proven to you that you can't play their game. To you, this an act of war and you feel much more comfortable having it all out in the open rather than moving in the shadows.

"Is this you being forgiving?" Luna asks but you're not even going to give her the time of day. She's the queen of Solaria and she dares to choose the wrong side of history. You're not wasting time on her.

"Love, I'm-"

"You do not call me love. Whatever you think we had when you pretended to be Dan is done." You storm out feeling the reality of what just happened hit you. Sobs escape you but you can't fall apart. You rush back to your room allowing yourself to crumble. That's how Saul finds you. You watch his eyes darken as you explain what happened. You never meant to hurt Saul and now you've done the worst possible thing you could do.

"I swear I didn't mean to. Rosalind tried to take over my mind. I'm so sorry," you explain worried how he might react.

"This isn't your fault," he replies kissing your forehead. You're thankful that he doesn't blame you but you still feel guilty. You should've fought harder, you should've never trusted Andreas to play fair.

"I love you. And that's why I need to go do something right now." He gently cups your cheek before heading out the door.

"Saul?" you call but he doesn't turn around. You follow him to the front halls where Andreas is. Saul doesn't waste any time. He grabs Andreas by the arm dragging him outside and you know where this is going.

"You don't ever touch her again," Saul threatens but Andreas has already seen it coming. You can tell by the smirk on his face.

"You don't get to talk to me. In fact, you shouldn't even be breathing after what you did to me. I left you alone as a courtesy to Y/N but that's done now." It's like watching a car crash. You want to look away but you can't take your eyes off it. Your trance is broken when Saul throws the first punch. This will not end well for any of them.

"Stop it!" you demand. Saul looks to you and Andreas' uses that opportunity to land a punch himself. It knocks the air out of Saul but he recovers quickly. Andreas' blocks the next punch but it doesn't stop Saul. You reach out splitting the earth between the two of them in an attempt to tear them apart. Vines build a wall between them.

"We have to go," you say urgently watching the many students standing in the doorway and watching through the windows. You spot Sky in the crowd and the fact that he didn't stop Andreas tells you everything you need to know about his alliances. It's too much to ask a teenage boy to go against his own father.

"Saul, now." You take his hand to make sure he follows you.

"We can't leave the students behind," Saul argues and while you have no intention of letting anyone behind, you need to get Saul away right now. It won't do anyone any good if they beat each other to death.

"We're coming back. I promise."

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[bsaka7]

ngl I would be super interested in a fic/your thoughts on like an established Max/Dan relationship (RBR era or later) where like Daniel is just kind loud. And violent (putting his fist through a wall, yelling) but like not to Max. And he doesn’t realize it bothers Max (Max doesn’t really realize/understand it Bothers Max) because Max is used to it (insert once you have one violent man in your life (his father) all the men in your life will be violent quote here). And it isn’t until one day where someone else reacts negatively to Daniel kind of losing it that he realizes exactly what his behavior is, and how it could be effecting Max. And Dan Loves Max. Like that was never anything Daniel second-guessed but now it’s just “does Max want to be here/is he afraid of me/Is he making himself smaller (off the track) because of me?”. But like Max won’t talk about it, so it’s really from Daniel’s pov? Like him trying to get his head on right try to make their relationship, which was a little unhealthy, better. I don’t really know where I’m going with this but like kind of the sad vibes of the cheating fic but with ultimately a happier ending because Daniel fixes himself.

if you’re raised with an angry man in your house,

there will always be an angry man in your house.

you will find him even when he is not there.

and if one day you find that there is

no angry man in your house—

well, you will go find one and invite him in (catherine lacey in "cut")

oh this is SUCH a good ask thank you so much!!!! i think you are SO right that this is something that NEEEEEEEDS to be explored!!!!! and you are SPOT ON with so much here...i talked about this with milo @freepractice who is SO smart and a lot of this is them its just me typing it up. under the cut

i guess starting us off, the question for me is like, what is the catalyst for daniel to change his thinking like that right. because as we know he like - questions his own anger and angry impulses. as you said, daniel doesn't realize the impact of his own movements, and i think he has both the sort of dialetical need/clarity about his own violent actions. i think a lot of the question, tension, etc here is in the perspective. like. daniel does [whatever] and it's unthinking and if he feels like he goes too far he apologizes and reframes and max. writes it out writes it off if they talk about it.

for me i think maybe, loosely in 2018, the catalyst is like. daniel overhears a conversation between max and his dad and jos says something and max responds and daniel recognizes the words and he recognizes the tone and he thinks. that's something that max has said to me. you sort of have this. stitching together of the dots. max tells a story that he thinks is funny but daniel thinks is fucked up (he laughs anyway). daniel hears max talking to jos and jos says something to max like, you could have been better on turn seven and you lost ground to charles - you look like you're going to cry. really? this is what moving out does to you? can't even talk about your race. and max responds with something like. it's fine. i'm not a girl (derisive). and daniel has heard those exact words out of him during a fight. same tone. same everything.

and i think after this, at some point, daniel mentions something about the whole deal to an engineer he knows on max's side of the garage like. offhand about jos. and the engineer is like. "yeah. i mean. a lot of people have dad's like that isn't it a shame. the difference is max made it . (shakes his head) sometimes i think he thinks he wouldn't have made it here without jos, acting like that. anyway its none of my business." and daniel is like, quiet for a minute and he says. yeah. thanks.

daniel was asking about jos and he was asking about himself, all wrapped up in one. this whole thing implicates daniel in his own mind in a way that discomforts him and is in a way he can't escape. at the same time - daniel is too afraid of his own image, of himself, of what max would say, to go ask max about it or to ask the engineer about what he sees in daniel's relationship with max. he wouldn't ask and max wouldn't answer. daniel always thought that max WOULD stand up for himself and fight back and say something if daniel went too far, or freaked him out, or anything like that but he realizes that but max doesn't know what too far is. max argues but he wouldn't - see anything wrong.

i think, here, in this time, it falls apart but in the sake of my own sanity, i think they fall back together. they have a few more fights, and daniel reflects, on how they fight, and how he feels, and what max says. and eventually, eventually, he goes to therapy. daniel, obviously, is cognizant of his anger and how he is angry but it's a process away from the reactions he has, instinctively, allowably. i think you're right that there could be a hopeful ending here. like daniel goes to therapy. daniel comes back to max, eventually. daniel apologizes, and he thinks max has to see what was wrong for himself - with daniel, with his dad - but he doesn't. and daniel IS the one to carry the weight of his own wrongdoing. max can see the difference between daniel now and daniel then but he doesn't necessarily recognize it for what it is. i think, compared to the cheating fic, in that fic, max carried the weight of everything that happened with him. in this fic, daniel carries it. max doesn't want to talk about it. max is relieved that its better and that they're older and that it's better. but to really think about how he felt about daniel, at the beginning, he has to think about how he reacted to jos, and i think that's something that couldn't happen until he's out of racing, and even then - what's the point! what's done is done. what's done is done! but it's better. it has to be better.

#thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #genuinely this was a GREAT thing to think about took us a good hot second #ask #i think you are so right that we should deal more with like. the way they all deal with anger. how daniels violence affects max. etc. #because being so competitive....the anger is SUCH a part of that #i dont know so much of like. writing about jos is for me tied up with my own feelings for my dad and family #so writing him in fic can be. difficult for me. as anything more than a shadow. but i think that parallel is KEY as you said #Also literally all thank u sm for indulging me

[eponinemylove]

Headcanons about the Andrew( and the foxes) figuring out some of the fucked up things Neil’s mom did. Like I’ve always had a head canon that she is the reason he says he’s fine all the time

for sure! I have a lot of feelings about Mary Hartford. I want to say that if the conversation does ever manage to come up, Neil would immediately jump to his mother’s defense. We see everything she did through his memories of her, and while we can recognize it as abuse, Neil still thinks of her fondly. She was the only family he really had, and in his eyes, everything she did was out of necessity, if not love (CW: abuse)

(side note, I’ve briefly talked about aaron’s reaction before as part of a different post, and I stand by that. I’ve also brushed upon the subject of Mary and Neil being “fine” when I did a sort of sickfic hc!)

let me just start by saying how awful this news would be for the foxes. Like, it’s awful in general because what she did was fucked up, but their poor hearts… They managed the Nest. They managed Baltimore. They managed Drake (although that was Andrew’s past not Neil’s, they were still there for the murder and everything that followed). They have been through heartbreak after heartbreak for this kid who not only went through these things but thought, on some level, that he deserved them. So they really can’t take finding out that his mother—who Neil openly condones—is also one of his ghosts. They can’t take finding out that she’s partly the reason why he doesn’t swing, why he can’t trust, why he runs and hides and lies, why he doesn’t think he can have this. And if that wasn’t hard enough, to find out that Neil thinks this is okay, that this is fine—it’s too much to handle.

Andrew’s first reaction, predictably, is murder. This doesn’t quite work out for him, as Mary’s already dead, but the urge he feels to drain the life from her himself is frankly concerning. The second the words are leaving Neil’s mouth, the second all his suspicions are confirmed (because let’s be real, Andrew knew someone had hurt Neil, and his father had been too many steps behind him to cause that much damage), he sees red. Full on, knives out, burning rage. He’s shaking with it. You can tell he’s feeling an emotion, because he’s not grumbling about anything. He’s gone into quiet rage, the dangerous kind, in which he silently plots all the ways he can gruesomely arrange your departure from existence.

for a split second, the upperclassmen think that his anger is directed at Neil, and they subtly move in to block him from Andrew’s war path. This works out well for no one, because Andrew needs Neil in his line of sight right now to know he’s safe and here, and anyone who even thinks of touching this boy after what he’s just confessed to happening to him is getting stabbed. Repeatedly. It’s not their fault for assuming, though. They saw what happened with him and Aaron after this sort of thing, and they just want to shield Neil from that fallout. He’s been through enough

The only thing that manages to calm him down even somewhat is Neil himself. He holds Andrew’s gaze, doesn’t hide under it. He looks him straight in the eye. He is fine, now. He isn’t hurt. He’s with Andrew, and Andrew is going to keep him safe, and Mary is dead, and there’s nothing for them to fight anymore.

except there is, there is, because Neil is stupid. Neil is an idiot who doesn’t know the meaning of the word fine, who has never been fine a day in his life. this was never okay. he’s worse than Aaron, because at least Aaron came to his senses eventually. but Neil, even after everything, is still standing there, defending her. it makes his blood boil. 140%. 170. 200.

Later, Andrew has to physically restrain himself from pulling him into a bruising kiss. He makes a tangible effort to be as gentle with Neil as he can, because he refuses to show him that love should be rough. It shouldn’t. He holds Neil’s hand and kisses his knuckles, runs his hands softly through his hair. He shows him all the way touches should feel when coming from someone you trust. Neil thinks it isn’t necessary but he accepts it with a stuttering heart anyway. His hands shake.

Aaron is seething, but for an entirely different reason. He’s furious, because how does Neil not realize that they’re the exact same? Neil gave him so much shit when he was upset over his mother, but now he has the audacity to stand here and spout this crap? The only thing holding him back from beating the shit out of Josten himself is Andrew’s presence, radiating wrath from beside him. If he took a step in the wrong direction, his brother might genuinely kill him this time. It doesn’t matter. Neil went on and on and on about how Andrew was protecting him, how his mother was not someone who loved him but someone who hurt him, and how he should be glad she’s gone. And… and then this? No. No. Neil doesn’t get to love his mother after that. Mary hit him. She beat him to a pulp herself, nevermind what she said she was protecting him from. He wasn’t allowed to have friends, to talk to people, to go outside. He wasn’t allowed to speak. He’d had to keep his head down. Yeah, it sounds familiar. It sounds like Aaron’s quiet footsteps around the house, hoping to god he wouldn’t wake up Tilda. It sounds like him trying not to make himself seen when she came home after a night of using, like ducking his head and not meeting the eyes of her or anyone she brought home. It sounds like her fists on him when she was in one of her moods. It sounds really fucking familiar, and if Neil thinks he’s going to drop this, he is dead wrong.

Neil did not leave well enough alone when it was Aaron. He would not stop rubbing salt on the wound. And it hurt, a lot, but now Aaron is going to do the same. Not just for petty vengeance. Not just because Neil is a dick and this is payback. But because it helped. Aaron and Andrew are not on the same page about the way they feel, but they are about what to do next. Priority one is make sure Neil moves on, make sure he recognizes why Mary was wrong, and why it will never happen again, as long as any of the foxes have a say in it. 

Matt and Nicky have the exact same reaction, which to immediately have their heart shattered. They’re in tears. Matt cares about Neil so, so much, and I know the fandom recognizes this, but I don’t know if people realize how deeply Nicky cares, too. It’s more than just cracking jokes; Neil is one of Nicky’s best friends. They’re going to make damn sure that Neil knows they will love him unconditionally, and that their love does not come heavy-handed. They will support him through this, even if they hate Mary for everything she had conditioned into him. Already they’re planning what they can do to get his mind off of this and get him smiling again as soon as possible. Nicky will probably push Neil harder than Matt, and it will probably be the wrong thing to do, but he’s trying so hard. He’s done this before, with Andrew and Aaron, and as heartbreaking as it was, he continues to do it because he loves them. And he loves Neil, too. Both Matt and Nicky already have adoption papers at the ready, and at this point they’re going to forge the signatures, consequences be damned, if it means Neil gets a happy life. 

Kevin doesn’t have much to say about it when he finds out. I imagine he handles it with all of his usual finesse and sensitivity, which is none. He probably, not too gently, points out that Mary had a job to keep him safe from harm, all harm, and failed spectacularly at it. It’s not exactly helpful, but he does have a point. And when he get Neil alone, he offers to talk to him about it. He may not have been through the same thing, but he’s been through something similar enough. He had no family at the Nest, but at the same time they were the only ones he had, and they weren’t exactly gentle with him at the best of times. Riko and the Master weren’t Mary, but... they weren’t all that different, either. Like everything else, Kevin is there if he needs him. 

Dan and Allison stare him down. They sympathize, they do, because this is awful, but they are not going to give him an inch. They don’t have time to coddle his feelings about his mother, and god help him if they hear an “I’m fine” fall from his lips. They’ll hold him, if he lets them, and they’ll be as soft and gentle as he needs, but they won’t give in to this. They aren’t going to pretend that he’s right–he’s not. HIs mother wasn’t what he remembers. She’s a complicated character. They’re not calling her evil; maybe she did what she had to, and maybe it was for the best. But it wasn’t right. They are steadfast in that. It wasn’t right. Neil can accept that when he’s ready, and when he does they will be there for him, taking care of him in their unassuming way so that he doesn’t feel like they’re walking on eggshells. He’s so grateful to have them. Grateful that they don’t push, but don’t give in either. Some of the strongest people he’s known…

Renee is the one who actually talks him through it. All the others are ready with their pitchforks, about to burn Mary at the stake, but she understands. She walks with him through everything, the good and the bad, and lets him come to his own conclusion. She listens to him when he feels like talking about what is was like, and talks about her own mother when he doesn’t. She shows him, subtly, what a parental figure is supposed to look like through her own stories. Lets him realize that sometimes the people who care don’t get it right, but that there are still others who love you, and that love doesn’t have to come with pain. 

Bonus:

(Ik you didn’t ask, and this is probably too long already, but) Wymack and Abby find out about this indirectly, likely through either Andrew or Matt. Wymack had known from the beginning this would have been the case, but he’d had no idea it had come from his mother. It hurts him, that no one had ever been careful with Neil the way he needed. He doesn’t realize that he had been, though. Wymack hadn’t raised his voice, hadn’t made himself big in front of Neil. He had been careful to keep his anger far, far away and had always been there when Neil needed him. Wymack is his true father. Or mother. Or whatever. 

Abby does what she does with Aaron: she gives him space. She knows that he’s probably never seen a woman in a comforting light before, and she waits to make sure that he’s okay with her presence before she gets anywhere near close to him. She lets him come to her, and, like Wymack, makes sure Neil knows that if she ever gets frustrated, that she would never take it out on him. They start the very slow process of showing Neil what it is like to be loved and cared for by someone who wants only to see you happy. Neil loves his family so, so much. He would choose them a thousand times over. 

#god i APOLOGIZE for my spelling and grammar #power through it i believe in you #featuring: #the foxes being his real family #wymach and abby being neil's real parents #and a whole lot of hurt/comfort #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #tfc #neil josten #mary hartford #nathaniel wesninski #andrew minyard #aaron minyard #kevin day #dan wilds #Allison Reynolds #renee walker #matt boyd #nicky hemmick #all for the gay #andreil #coach wymack #david wymack #wymack #abby winfield #aftg hc #brosten #aly’s asks

[cunningambitousdetermined]

i need a plot for this

yall so ive been trying really hard to get back into writing and i went to a writing camp this summer. im going to post a poem that i wrote there later bc im super proud of it but right now i have something else i need help with. SO basically there was a prompt about someone finding a letter or a note. that’s the prompt. so i wrote something, really liked it BUT I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE TO TAKE IT FROM HERE. my basic ideas involve the two characters meeting each other again to do SOMETHING WHICH I DONT KNOW and slowly arcane (youll see when you read the story below) thaws and falls in love with kalon and kalon has always been in love with her and its like best friends to enemies to friends to lovers ya know? ANYWAY if you dont hate me for being inactive and needy, please read this and help me. 

Dear Arcane,

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? 10 years. Wow. I don’t even know if you’ll ever get this, you could’ve moved. You could be dead. Oh god, that’s dark. You’re not dead, someone would’ve told me, I’m sure. So that must mean that there’s a good chance you have this, but I’m not even sure if you’ll read it.

He was right, as he most often was. Arcane had not planned to read the letter from the moment she read her name on the envelope, written in a neat sort of messy handwriting that could only come from one person. The letter had been sitting at her desk for a week before memories began to drown her and she knew she had to open it.

That’s not the point though, I’m sure you’ll read this. You’ve always been a sucker for the intimacy of written letters. Maybe that’s why I wrote to you instead of calling.

Arcane closed her eyes, the pounding of the memories at the door slowly consuming her. She took a deep breath and let them in. The whispers started to fill the room, every word echoing off the walls, like her past had become a living, breathing thing in her room. How could he write her now? After all these years. Anger reared it's small head in the back of her mind. How could he be so casual as if he wasn't the boy who ripped her heart out and tore it to pieces. 

Maybe it’s because I did read all the letters you wrote to me. Even after the voicemails stopped filling my phone and the emails ran dry, your letters kept coming.

She remembers writing those letters, the pen shaking in her hand as it hit the paper. She remembers wondering what you said to someone like him, a friend who left you behind. The squeeze in her chest that tightened each time he didn’t reply. The break in her heart when the last letter she ever wrote was returned to her doorstep.

If you’ve read this far without tearing my letter to pieces, then I would say this is a good start to our reunion. I’ve missed you. Your stubborn ways, always trying to keep me safe. But you always came with me wherever I went anyway. I miss your secret smile, the one you saved just for me. The treehouse we built in your yard. Do you miss that? I wonder if you wonder about me. I wonder if I can even ask that of you.

She did miss them. But, those things that she missed were long gone. The treehouse was overgrown with vines, Arcane was sure you couldn’t even get into it anymore. She went with him on his stupid adventures because what would she do if he left and met new people? He would leave her and she would be alone. So she desperately followed him blindly, hoping it would keep him close. Arcane missed her secret smile, the genuine one she had always saved for him. He missed it. How could he miss something that he destroyed. With his one and only letter to her, he demolished any leftover love for him that hid in her heart. He couldn’t ask if Arcane wondered about him. That wasn’t fair. That night, ten years ago, was still a raw wound in her soul that she was pretty sure would never heal.

~

The rain was relentless that night, banging against every edge of the house, but a little girl was waiting by the door, not even flinching as the lightning and thunder clapped furiously. Arcane peeked her head above the window frame to find the mailman running through the storm, his frantic steps pounding through the floor of the house. Her eyes lit up with a hope that was slowly fading with each mail drop. She opened the door and hid the small smile that started to spread up her face with a cough.

“Hi, Dan!” Arcane’s voice gave away the excitement that was flooding her system.

“Hey, Arcane.” Dan couldn’t help the pitiful grin that he gave her. She waited by the door for him every day and each day there was no letter for her. It must be soul-crushing, he thought, waiting for a letter that never comes.

“Is there…?” Arcane was practically on her tiptoes at this point. Dan rifled through the letters, dread settling as her name wasn’t there. Again. And then there was a squeal. “Oh, Dan! I found it! I knew- I knew it- I told them!” Her sentences didn’t even come out fully as she beamed, her smile brighter than any ray of the sun.

Arcane had run into the house, a breeze following in her wake. Plopping down into the soft plush couch, she ripped open the envelope, not caring about the paper that flew everywhere in the room. A paper fluttered out, floating toward the ground. Arcane grabbed it, hands shaking, she could practically feel the sweat dripping down her face. Words were the easiest way to break someone. The letter only contained eleven words, yet they would stick with her for the rest of her life.

Stop writing me. None of it was real. You were nothing.

Eleven words. And they shattered her. Crumbling, shattering, a million pieces breaking. Sobs racked through her whole body, her chest shaking and trembling with each broken breath. She caught her face in the mirror hanging off the pale wall and didn’t recognize the girl that stared back. You were nothing. A scream tore through her, the ache of her heart so raw that even the sun seemed to cry, rain dripping onto the panes of the windows. And slowly, so very slowly, Arcane buried the ache and gathered the shattered pieces of her heart and encased them in an impenetrable cage, never to opened again.

~

The ache was still present now, ten years after the letter had arrived. The dullness of her buried hurt made her clench her fists around the letter that sat in her hand now, the same lopsided handwriting adorning it.

But, that’s not why I’m writing this letter. I’m writing this with an actual purpose, if you can imagine that. I didn't just write to rehash our friendship. 

Arcane could feel her eyes narrowing, fighting the urge to roll her eyes at the inanimate piece of paper. An actual purpose? To break her heart all over again? This time she did roll her eyes, even though no one was there to see it. But, it wasn’t the fact that he wrote her after all these years or that his tone was friendly throughout that made her body freeze. It was the last line that had the hairs on the back of her neck standing to attention.

In all the years that Arcane had known him, he'd never been very dependent. He often just struggled in silence and figured them out on his own. Not once, not ever, had has asked for help. But, there the sentence was inked in his slanted, loopy writing. 

I need your help.

Love,

Kalon

  ~~everything below here is stuff that doesnt have to be a part of the story but i still liked it and where it was going (idk please give me ideas)~~

The quiet, shock of the room seemed to weigh on Arcane. She flopped back onto her bed, the soft pillows cushioning her landing. I need your help. Those few, simple words, tugged at the strings that bound her heart. He needed her. The thought was fleeting as just as quickly as it came, it left. In its spot was anger. Now he needed her? After all those years when she needed him? What did he do then? Nothing. And that’s what she was going to do now. She huffed in satisfaction, tossing the envelope to the side. Her fingers reached into her hair, massaging her head. There were too many things to think about right now. Arcane squeezed her eyes shut as memories stung her eyes in the form of tears. 

~

“Please, don’t leave me.” Arcane had whispered, her small breaths filling the one room of the treehouse. 

“I don’t have a choice. You know I don’t want to go.” Kalon’s voice broke and he looked away so Arcane couldn’t see the tears in his eyes. It was silent. 

“We’ll still be best friends right?” 

“Yeah.” Kalon’s reply didn’t hold much conviction, causing Arcane to look over at him, confused, glossy eyes narrowing. 

“To the moon and back, Kal, remember?” She said, her tone desperate. It was a promise they made one night as they were watching some cheesy movie on the old television set. The boy had told the girl that he loved her too ‘the moon and back’. Kalon had then explained that the two characters said that so that they would never be apart. They could meet at the same moon, always and then they could go back. And then, they would never be fully apart. Arcane had liked that. So naturally,  she had grabbed Kal’s face and made him promise that they would go ‘to the moon and back’ if they were ever apart. It became a goodbye for them, a way of saying ‘I’ll see you soon’. 

“Yeah,” Kal had replied, a smile barely curling through his lips, “I’ll race ya there.”

~

She wasn’t sure how long she lay there, letting her memories flow down her cheeks and into the bedsheets, but eventually she had to get up. She pulled herself up and off the bed, limbs protesting at the use. She just needed a few days is all, then she wouldn’t even remember what she was crying for.  Kalon didn’t mean anything to her anymore.

thank you for reading this far, i love all of you. just throw out ideas please. or give me some advice, i would love that. whether its about my writing or the plot i would love to have tips and constructive criticism on how to get better! tagging some moots who i hope dont hate me after this below the cut:

@natashxromanovf @pad-foots @griffxnnage @voidmalfoy @flxss-bxbblxs @alwaysreading @herondalesunsetcurve THANKS YALL I LOVE YOU MORE THEN I EXPRESS AND I DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT DESERVE ALL OF YOU AND YOUR LOVE

#my writing #a book? #writing a book #plot ideas #please give me some ideas #writing #original characters #and an original storyline #found letter prompt

[canonicallysoulmates]

Walker 2.03

The beginning of this episode was insane! And also really creepy!

I loved it.

It starts with us seeing Walker having a nightmare and then it slowly zooms out to reveal that we are seeing everything from the POV of the people spying on the family and we see them living their day to day life through that POV. It is nightmare fuel, and yes, I said people, as in plural. It’s two guys who are spying on them, they were doing so under the orders of Serano but he got arrested in the last episode which these guys find out about through their creepy ass set up. They were gonna delete everything but then they find a buyer and one kills the other, and anyways you’re either going to be really surprised or not surprised at all as to who they sell this whole operation and info to….because he sells it to Dan aka the new DA’s husband.

But I have the feeling it’s actually Gale, Denise’s mama, who came up with the idea for this purchase cause she seems to be the mastermind behind this family's scheming.

The big theme of the episode is the chili cookoff taking place in the Side Step. I’ll be honest, I love cooking competitions but not chili cook offs, so I wasn’t expecting to like this episode as much as I did but it was actually really good, like I was left genuinely impressed.

The Side Step is holding this festival-like event and it’s gonna have games, live music, the chili cookoff- you know, good, wholesome fun for the whole family. The award for the cookoff is 10k and getting your chili on the menu. The Walker family is entering the contest as they do every year, and after a guilt ridden Walker invites the Davidsons, so are they, and if you’re keeping up with the show it’s no surprise that it does not go well; Liam and Dan once again almost get into a fist fight which is just barely stopped, and to “settle” things Gale suggests a bet that the winner will get an extra 5k on top of their prize money courtesy of the loser which Abeline agrees to a decision I am sure she regrets when the Davidson’s win.

Let me tell y’all Gale is a scheming bitch cause she planned for Dan to bump into Liam to instigate a fight so then she could suggest the bet, and after she won- Stella and Colton had been taking care of a horse together and neither family seemingly wanted to take care of the horse but after they won the money now Gale’s gonna use it to open up a horse sanctuary which is great but she had the audacity to say that her grandson ie Colton was the only one taking care of the horse when Stella was too but Stella handled it with maturity cause at least the horse will be taken care of, good for you Stella! Point is, I don't like Gale or her lapdog Dan. But they make good villains!

The reason the Davidson’s won anyways is because Walker, who was the judge for the competition, gave them the win. Because he is so consumed by guilt and feels responsible for everything that the Davidson’s lost after the barn fire, and he’s having nightmares which are actually memories of that traumatic event which he is remembering again and there’s a scene where he breaks down in his mama’s arms it was so heartbreaking 😭 He looks so lost, and confused, and in pain, I just wanna give him a cuddle! Jared did amazing, some of us his best acting so far in this show.

Walker ain’t the only one dealing with trauma cause Micki is still working through what happened with Garrison and it’s really affecting her relationship with Trey. She hasn’t spoken to him about what happened, she’s distant, she’s snapping at him, she’s avoiding going home; Trey wants to help her but doesn’t know what’s going on and Walker is semi-stuck in the middle cause he’s friends with Trey and he’s asking questions but if Walker answers said questions that’s a massive breach of trust between him and Micki and so Trey even ends up snapping at him. I feel bad for Trey cause he just wants to be there for Micki but she went through something horrible and he can’t make her talk about it if she doesn’t want to.

There was also a really nice scene between Micki and Abeline which I think might be the first time we’ve seen those two characters interacting one-on-one.

The episode ends with Walker discovering one of the cameras as he’s fixing one of the picture frames, and it’s clear by his face that he knows that there are others hidden through the house. I was so proud of him when he noticed the camera- I was literally screaming at my tv for him to notice it 😂

I can’t wait till next week’s episode! As creepy as it is I am loving this whole plot of them being spied on so I hope it’s not wrapped up quickly, I’d like to see it last at least till the halfway point of the season if not the full thing.

#walker 2.03 #walker #opinion on walker #no gif on this one i'm trying something new #this was supposed to be up on thursday but i had a very long week and my schedule had fallen apart by tuesday #leaving me exhausted and with little to no free time #mine