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letsgetrowdy43 · 8 months

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Oh captain, my captain ☆—

request: Quinn telling Honey he’s captain

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Honey and Quinn had barely seen each other since they arrived back in Vancouver, she understood, the offseason had been so relaxing and calm so the entrance back into the regular season meant that intense training would be starting up again.

Baby Warren babbled on his soft foam mat, drool all down his chest as his mum made his first bottle of the day. Her hips swayed along to the music playing on the radio, a grin on her lips as she finished brewing her second coffee of the morning. The music ended and the radio hosts started to ramble about the weather as she grabbed the year-old up off of the floor to put him in her high chair, a bottle in her hands and a little plate of sliced blueberries in her hand just in case he was still hungry.

The grin on Honey's face grew as she watched Quinn walk down the stairs in a dress shirt and pants, the collar undone as she fixed the cuffs of his sleeves. Her smirk doubled in size as he planted himself in front of her, a shy smile on his face as her hands ran over the soft fabric that covered his chest, landing on the buttons of his collar, doing them up for him. She stood on her tiptoes to place a messy open-mouthed kiss on the underside of his jaw, a shy smile appearing on his face as he abandoned the task at hand to grab her by the waist.

"You look so sexy, all dressed up," she grinned, he dipped down to place a slow kiss on her lips, both their cheeks a vibrant shade of red as she pulled away with furrowed brows, "Wait, why are you dressed up, I thought you were just training?" His lips formed a straight line, "I have a surprise," he grinned as her face softened, a look of wonder taking over her demeanour.

She fluffed up his hair, his thumbs running over the exposed skin of her torso, a grin taking form on his lips as he looked down to see her in her kinda revealing pyjamas shorts and an old Canuck shirt from his rookie year, the fabric of the neck stretched to expose her collarbone and shoulder. "Remember last weekend, when mom and dad came up to visit and the owners of the Canucks took us out to dinner?" she nodded and then let out a hiss of pain as Warren threw his bottle at the back of her legs, an apologetic look took place on her face as she grabbed their son from his high chair. "Sorry," she mumbled as Quinn took his son out of her arms and kissed his cheek, a giggle leaving Warren's mouth at the attention he was now receiving, "I do remember that though, it was nice."

Warren's hands gripped at his father's freshly styled hair, a laugh leaving Quinn's mouth as he wrangled his curls out of the baby's grip, "Q, I love you, but you're making me anxious," Honey said, her hand fixing his hair once again and then she positioned his gaze to look her in the eyes. "Sorry," he mumbled, She motioned for him to spit it out, "Sorry, so we went to dinner and then later that night I got a call, and they asked me to be the captain, I was gonna-" she stopped his explanation and slammed her lips onto his. "Oh my god Q," she hugged him, placing kisses all over his face out of excitement.

"I don't even know what to say," She stopped kissing him and smiled at his shy grin. He looks at his smiley son and then back up at his wife, "I would've been okay with a 'congrats'" he shrugged. she shook her head at his stupid suggestion, "Dinner, maybe Brock can watch him, me and you dinner, with a nice dress," her eyebrows raised as Quinn nodded. "Or, we ask Brock to take him for the night, we order in, wine, no dress, no nothing, and-" he was cut off with a kiss as he chuckled into her excitement-fuelled kisses.

"Sounds perfect," she winked and snatched their son right out of his hands to feed him some blueberries, "You're gonna be late if you don't finish getting ready and get out the door," she motioned over to the clock on the stove, he kissed her one last time, and then placed a kiss to his son's cheek before he left to retrieve his suit jacket.

She smiled softly and placed Warren back into his high chair to give him the sliced blueberries, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as Quinn made his way to the door, "I'll be home early," he grinned and toed on his leather dress shoes, she turned to him nodding as he walked over one last time. she placed the plate away from her son, a grin on her face as her arms wrapped around his neck placing a slow kiss to his lips as he grinned into the long kiss.

"You're gonna be late," she mumbled against his mouth, as he pulled away. "I know, I know," he fixed the collar of his suit and his hair, a flustered smile on his face as he looked down to a blueberry-covered Warren who was waving him goodbye, "bye bud," he said wiping the mushed up fruit off of his son's cheek.

"Make us proud," she grinned, "Captain," the word sounded sultry rolling off of her tongue, Quinn grew flustered as he kissed her cheek and made a bee-line straight for the door.

Let's just say this is the night that Hayden is conceived...

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lovesickry · 7 months

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- let the light in.

┈⋆⭒ lando norris x rival femdriver!reader [2.4k] ┈⋆⭒ part 3 !

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by all accounts Spain had been...interesting. considering the close proximity in which you came into with a certain man by which you (or at least thought) certainly disliked.

A sense of unease followed you in the coming week, a kind of distrust. With yourself? It was an odd feeling, unlikely to be exactly pinpointed so it was more or less thrust far back into your mind, his lingering, burning touch hopefully soon forgotten.

You were eager to more or less throw yourself into training, it was Monaco after all, the race every driver wanted to win. You were not an exception.

You saw Danny for dinner on Tuesday and it was actually very refreshing, you had taken some convincing (done by yours truly) to actually attend, by in doing so you did actually have a good time. He was Danny Ric of course you were gonna have a good time. Anyway, you were walking around Monaco much too late, talking about the season and actively trying to avoid any talk about his current teammate. He mentioned he was worried about you.

“Why?”

“Oh just you know, sometimes I see a bit of myself in you and I know how I can get.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, he cared so much. Danny had never been your teammate but youd drifted together through one force or the other and he'd been nothing but nice to you. You understood where he was coming from, you guess you were similar, the same kind of persistent optimism, sarcasm, devotion, not knowing when to stop pushing, problems of burning out etc;

“I’m fine”

He waits for you to continue, you do.

“I mean, I think, it's just all a lot. I've wanted to be in Formula One for as long as I can remember and now that I’m here, it's still like everyday I'm fighting to be here. And it's not all just about being a girl either, like most of it is but still. It's like there's something inside me that's almost contradicting my existence, like I'm not meant to be here. It's pushing me forward and also pulling me back. I don't know how to explain it.”

You take a deep breath and try to keep your voice steady as you continue.

“There's just so much that I want to achieve and I don't even think I believe I can do it.”

Your voice wobbles only slightly as you pause walking and look at him, suddenly breathless.

He looks at you with so much understanding you could break down into tears. He extends an arm and pulls you into a side hug as he continues down the street slowly walking.

“I think when you first do this that's how everyone feels, like they’re lying to themselves or that they don’t deserve it, but believe me when I tell you Dylan you are so deserving, more than so many drivers and you will get there. The isolation will dissipate and your body will realign and you’ll know what to do and how to do it and you’ll truly believe in yourself and your life won't be pushing and pulling at you anymore, i know its hard and i hate to say it, but time is truly your best friend in shit like this.”

You don't know how danny seemed to always know what to say but the words he spoke resonated with you and made something click, the rest of the walk home was lighter as you reached your hotel just after midnight, saying goodbye to Danny and watching him walk off into the lit streets of Monaco, quiet, peaceful and picturesque. You were amongst the other drivers who didn't (yet) live in Monaco, but you loved every moment you visited. Yes it was a posh persons wet dream, but it was undeniably beautiful in every part and you loved the safeness as a woman too. Though you'd have to admittedly work on your french.

When Thursday rolled around and you had to go to the track, ending your period of peace, it was gratefully uneventful, not once did you see who you had prayed you wouldn’t and that was enough to leave the paddock with a smile. Friday was less than satisfying however, achieving not even in the top 10 in either practices. Saturday and Sunday, were thankfully a different story, you had qualified well, pulling your car into P4. You were happy, the car was happy and you were focused, the chat with Danny had made you in some way looser?

You had mixed emotions about the part of the day in which you would attend the drivers parade. On one hand you could argue that it was a bit of a break from the seriousness, a time where drivers genuinely just chat shit while people look on and occasionally get asked questions, but on the other you could also argue that its kinda pointless and stupid. Regardless all the drivers piled into the moving vehicle and settled into a chatter of conversation in their respective “groups”. Just by your luck, as you eased into a conversation with Danny and George, Lando decided to join in. You didn’t ignore the look up and down he gave you before swiftly intervening in the conversation. For some reason the minute Lando joined in you were mute, not cintrivuting to the conversation in the slightest bit, other than nudging Danny every now and again to point something/someone out. You spoke few words with Lando present and even fewer when prompted by him to speak. At a point George simply dragged you away and talked to you one of one to save the awkward silence that seemed to surround the you and Lando. You had never found George unattractive, but at the same time you werent attracted to him either, which you thought in the moment he wasnt understand, as everything he said he would lean closer, almost intimate. Not too obvious, not romantic, but obvious enough, atleast to you and the eyes that you felt bore into the back of your head from a certain McLaren driver. Waling through the paddock following the drivers parade was always an ordeal, fans were out and you signed caps and shirts and skin and took photos, before finally making it anywhere near your garage. That was a part of the fun honestly, you always thought: The fans. You hear familiar voices and try not to eavesdrop, though subconsciously straining to hear, it's muffled and you only make out. “Shes not” “Dude” “fuck” “embarassing” “gross” “come on?” “you jealous?” your spying however is put to an end when none other than George Russel and Lando Norris round the corner to where you stood or recently stood, because as soon as you heard shuffling you resumed movement so they didn’t know that you were really just standing there listening to whatever the fuck they were saying.

“Speak of the devil” Lando says with a smirk.

You don't fully register the meaning behind that line however, still relishing in the fact they didn't know of your habit to eavesdrop.

“You're such a twat” George says, and more or less storms off.

You watch as he goes, still silent and then turn towards Lando.

“You’re actually such a dickhead ”

Lando scoffs before continuing.

“I was the one defending your dignity, George was drooling at you, its embarrassing”

You raise your eyebrows at him

“George?”

“Oh come on you're not that naive, he's so into you it's disgusting.”

“piss off”

“No seriously Mr Russell was in a seductive mood” it's said with an air of humour and you nearly laugh.

“George was trying to seduce me?” you let a deep breath out of your noise, nearly letting loose a laugh.

“And how exactly would he go about that huh?” you continue sarcastically.

‘Hmmm” his eyebrows straighten and his whole face looks as though it changes composition.

You move to go, sick of whatever the fuck Lando wants to play with you, you round the corner, reaching a small end of a hallway with no current people near and suddenly hes there too. Lips grazing the top of your ear. His body was against yours and radiating with heat, breath fanning your temple.

“Like this?” his voice is too fucking low, too fucking delicious and your mind is begging for you to succumb, but you cant, you wont.

“Youre a fucking asshole” its said through your teeth and you dont make any action to move your body away from his.

He hummed in response, simply moving his breaths down your neck.

“You mean it?” a smirk paints his face

“I hate you” the words come out more breathless than you'd hoped.

He laughs into the skin of your neck, you're still not moving, unable to move. In fear giving into him.

You close your eyes in hopes to centre yourself but it's impossible to ignore the heat that seems to surround you, your blood flows like molten lava through your veins and every breath is staggered and fractured. Opening your eyes was a mistake, Lando is looking at you with someone that could be moulded into admiration and his pupils are blown. You can't stop the way your back arches to meet him and suddenly your hands are in his curls and his mouth is on yours. It is so sweet, so filthy, so hateful. The way your mouths are moving against each other, his hands grasping at your back while you pull at his hair, you notice as you pull away the way he bites his lip, as if to not make any noise.

Well that's rich, he doesn't get to pretend he hasn't been the one chasing after you, acting all shitty just cause you’ve been the only girl not to fall to your feet at the sight of him.

He deserved a taste of his own medicine, you moved your lips off his and his eyes widened slightly thinking you're stopping whatever this was. Not yet. You move your lips down to his necks and begin to kiss him until you reach where he tenses at, figuring that's your best shot. You find the spot just above his clavicle and he inhales sharply before biting his lip. You were getting somewhere, focusing on this singular spot had Lando more desperate than before, biting so hard on his lip you thought it might bleed and gripping your waist so tightly you thought it might bruise if he adjusted his grip anymore.

The next idea that hit you was albeit self-indulgent but you thought would get your point across, or atleast suffice some of Lando’s infatuation with you just enough to clear your mind of him.

While one of your hands holds firmly his curls while you kiss his neck fervently, your other hand drops down further, trailing over the muscle that lay taut and hot underneath his fireproofs. His throat bobbed and he threw his head back only slightly, making an incoherent noise that made you smile against his neck, his control lost and gained so fast. Soon after your other hand left the back of his head, he dropped it onto your shoulder, still fiercely remainly quiet as you moved the other hand down his back, both hands reached under the material at the same time and his body was hotter than you had ever thought possible, retaining so much heat you are surprised there wasn't some kind of steam coming off of his skin. You pull his race suit down lower so it meets his middle thighs, his forehead still resting on your shoulder, keeled over. Pulling the material of his fireproofs up so you could actually see the muscle that was residing under there was fucking awe-inspiring, the small gap that you allowed yourself to see, breathing hard and fast, watching the muscle, the skin go out and in which each breath, you were nearly hypnotised.

“Im not gonna fucking beg tait”

His voice is rough but fractured and static, not portraying the toughness you think he’d like it too. It's your turn to hum in response as you move your hands achingly lower to where he is painfully and unbearingly hard for anything you do. The minute your hand makes contact with the sensitive skin he gasps, you relish in the noise and you slowly move your hand around him, gathering the pre cum that coats the tip and focusing on it, slow moments make him shake and he's suddenly making small, consistent noises that only egg you on more. You hated to admit that the power in the movement was absolutely superb, enough to ignore the ache between your own legs. You twist your hand slightly causing a strangled groan to come from Lando followed by a “fuck you” though its not too aggressive. You speed it up and soon he's breathing too fast, his eyes are fluttering and he’s so close. You position your hand and fingers at just the right part of him and he's coming hard and fast and hot and heavy in your palm. Followed by a deep, long breath and then a swift laugh. Lando Norris just came in your hand in his fucking racesuit. If that wasn’t karma that while he sung the national anthem he’d have cum in his fucking pants you didnt know what was.

“That's for the crash and all the shit in the press.” you know how it must sound, that you'd just jerked him off and now you're labelling it as payback, but to the relationship that you both held it was pretty much just that. You slip out from under him, smoothing your hair and wiping your hands on his race suit. His face has fallen and hasn't moved, though he moves his arm to steady himself.

You don't look back as you finally walk out of the corner of that measly little hallway, grateful that nobody happened upon you two.

“Fuck you” its quiet but loud enough to hear and its almost….whiny?

The ache between your legs has dissipated by the time you climb into the car, eager to get anything else into your head than the one that had been resting on your shoulder that day.

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jaybirdss · 1 year

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Hello!

I really liked your writing and I was hoping to put in a Garmadon request.

(Also love the Misako slander)

Could you write one where it's Garmadon x ninja reader where they first meet when he's Lord Garmadon and he becomes interested in her.

They later meet again when he's sensei Garmadon and they got this chemistry going on that everyone slowly notices.

🩰 Writing this took at least ten years off my life to be honest. And the ending is a little rushed :((

Also, like how I twisted Morro’s ending, I’m doing the same with Garmadon. He wasn’t sent to the cursed realm and will be present in a later season in the time skip of this fic <33

3k Words, No warnings

*mild* age gap, i suppose

You were barely getting used to your true potential when you first met Lord Garmadon. Fresh to the team, you always had felt like the odd one out. Being the (technical) oldest and all.

The others were fresh out of their teens, the youngest barely even 18 whenever you all became a team. You automatically were dubbed the cool older sibling when they all found out you were 25, quickly learning that freshly turned adult teenagers are still quite more childish than you’d assume. And that was okay. You enjoyed their innocence, their rambunctious attitudes, and their will to fight. Nights where you'd be up, giggling at how Jay chased Kai around with a handful of electricity. Mornings where you’d assist Zane in cooking, watching as your culinary goodness be thrown around in an outrageous food fight. You quite loved your brothers, but with their age, came an attitude.

Like now, for instance. Due to Lloyds abduction, Lord Garmadon had become a part of your daily lives in hopes of bringing him home quicker. He ate with you all, slept under the same roof, and spent free time near one another. A peaceful housemate, in a more evil lord type of peaceful. The boys all thought some ill of him and his way of life, specifically Kai. Always served up a snarky comment or quick glare whenever he was near. You, on the other hand, were surprisingly quite kind to the villain, despite how wicked he had seemed. You’d taken an interest and liking to how he lived throughout the day, and even struck up quick conversations with you. You'd subconsciously found yourself flocking towards the man.

The others had always found it strange.

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The thunderstorm was loud, bright, and potentially nauseating to those afraid of things such as this. Like you’d promised not long ago, you joined Garmadon in one of his ‘sunbathing’ sessions. You sat next to him at a comfortable distance, trying to get comfortable on the thin mat he’d laid out. Eyes wandering across the lightning-littered sky. Garmadon sat towards the middle, head upturned to the bright void. Wide, red eyes filled with curiosity, perhaps something gentle. Something that made you feel quite lost until your attention was taken away from the warm void, his voice pulling you from your trance.

“When Lloyd would cry during storms, I’d be the one to ease him back to sleep, you know?” His voice was soft, you could feel the ache he tried to push back, but the attempt didn’t do much to hide it.

“I’d tell him there was no need to be afraid. That I'd always be there to protect him.” He hums. “With everything happening, I hope he remembers that. Good or bad. I love my son.” He understood why he enjoyed the time alone, but having someone listening made it just a little more bearable for him, as lonely as he got sometimes, in his state. He longed for his son, his broken family. A simple friend.

Despite how evil the man had come to be, he was being truthful. He loved his son, and wished nothing more than to be there for him. You don’t think the others took it into much consideration. His only child had been kidnapped by ancient evil snakes that he’d released. Lloyd was a child, a boy who didn’t know any better. No one had been able to care for him, leading him to become reckless and aching for something fun. Something that would make his dad proud. Despite how awkward you were with children, you always tried your best to make Lloyd feel welcome, and needed amongst the bounty. It made you upset, and you missed him dearly. Who knows what they could do to the poor boy in their clutches. You pitied him, feeling your own heart ache for him and Lloyd. None of this should have happened to them.

The venom from the great devourer, Lloyd being abducted, everything.

As he spoke, you couldn’t help but do what you felt was best, by slipping your hand into one of his. Giving it a reassuring squeeze. His skin was cold, but surprisingly soft, and a lot larger than yours. He was still for a moment before he accepted the embrace, letting his hand envelop back over yours.

“You’re a good person, Garmadon.” You hummed quietly, your thumb caressing the dark skin of the Lord. Feeling how he relaxed under your touch, it was strange.

You recognize how you wouldn’t really do this for your teammates, or anyone you knew. Early on, you began to feel something for the evil lord that you’d never felt with anyone. “-I just hope you realize that someday.”

It took the villain by complete surprise, of course. And for the first time in a while, he felt his lips curl up. Not into his usual wicked grin. It was a genuine, sweet little smile. His harsh features softened as he gazed at you. The dark magic that flooded his senses had been replaced with something almost too sweet to handle. A pleasant scent submerged against his nose. You smelt of honey and jasmine, and felt like silk and feathers. Your presence reminded him of something he wasn’t, something so pure.

“I’m glad someone thinks so.” He chuckled. “I’d believe you if I could.” His fingers toyed with yours subconsciously as the sky above turned darker with each passing second,a chuckle filing out of his mouth for a brief moment. Words enveloping around his head and fitting comfortably like a glove. And it wasn’t long until your eyelids grew heavy, a sudden exhaustion taking over your form as you casually rest your head against the man’s shoulder.

It’s surprising how relaxing a thunderstorm could be, especially in a state such as this. Along streaks of white and blue crackling throughout the darkened clouds, rumbling that would wake the citizens in the city below them. Not a drop of rain in sight. It all felt so righteous as nothing but a chill lingered throughout you.

Time barely passes and you’ve fallen asleep against him, causing him to smile even more at the sight of your innocently exhausted frame. Hunched over and stuck against an evil man like him.

His lower arm slipped from between the two of you, resting carefully against your side as he debated on carrying you to your room. But took the time to admire how sweet you looked in your sleep, his features softening at the feeling of your breathing against him.

He could get used to this.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

He could get really used to this.

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Your breath seemed to get caught in your throat at the sight in front of you. Leaning over the wooden railing of the Bounty, you couldn't help but feel sick to your stomach. Ghosts. Ghosts is all you saw, littering the small town of Stixx.

Your battle had begun the moment Lloyd was possessed by Wu’s old pupil. Days, weeks went by trying to take back your Green Ninja. Exhaustion is the only thing you felt, besides fear from what was to come. But, why? You've taken on armies of snakes, corrupted nindroids. Fuck, you've been to space for gods sake. A few ghosts should be a piece of cake. Shouldn't it?

“Unfortunate, isn't it?”

You could recognise the voice anywhere. Unfortunate was the best way to describe it, yes.

“Yeah...” You muttered, taking a glance towards the old sensei. You grew curious as to how he felt after all these dangerous expeditions you and your friends went on. Curious as to how he felt of his son being the target of all these villains. It had been only a few days since youve had Lloyd back, and he was still recovering from his possession. Though he was quick to fight.

“How do you do it?” You muttered softly, feeling yourself grow anxious. Insecure at how much dread you felt. The smell of death that lingered in the air was something you got used to quickly. But it wouldn’t change how horrible you felt.

He looked puzzled, you decided to continue

“All of this, it’s- it’s wrecking my nerves terribly and even though we just keep on and keep on, i’m afraid I just can’t do it sometimes-“ You began, your fist has subconsciously gripped at the sleeves of your Gi, the fabric pinched between your thumb and index finger. Cursing yourself for how your shoulders had trembled. “I’ve barely gotten bits of my element back in control, and I just can’t help but feel hopeless. I’m the oldest, I need to protect my team the best I can but I don’t think I can. I’m so scared, I-“

The hushed broken vocals you projected had been halted by the lump forming in your throat, and for a minute you thought you were just seconds from tipping.

The overwhelming feeling based purely on fear and crisis seemed to level out as Garmadon wrapped his arms around your hunched form. He pulled you against him, a hand rested against the back of your head, the other holding the dip right above your hip. Your hands rested against his chest as you accepted the embrace. Head resting against his shoulder, and you felt at peace, for at least a moment. You felt that ache amongst the pounding in your chest from the first time you’d ever touched him.

“Need I remind you of how much you’ve done?” He hummed, muttering lowly under his breath, at a tone you could interpret. “There’s not enough time to list off all the things you’ve achieved.” He gently pried you off of him, his hands moving to take your face into them. His palms pressed against your cheeks, and a thumb grazing slowly against your skin. He continued in his low, sweetest tone. “But all and all, there’s no need to be afraid, I’ll be here to protect you.”

Your eyes watered immensely, though you felt the heat rise in your face at his words. A warmth made its way through your chest, and a pleasant but nervous flutter throughout your belly caused you to shiver. What made it worse was the smile he gave you, and the way his lips twitched when he looked down to you. He softened his gaze and watched your look falter. In his perspective, he’d had his eyes on you ever since he spotted you on the Bounty, nonchalant as you were one of the ones to pry Kai off of him when he’d been jumped by the aggressive boy in red.

He sought out the comfort you brought to him that eventful night on the deck, where he held you against him as you napped in his (four) arms. The way his cold heart leaped in his chest when your fingers grazed over his. He searched far through his old lover to try and find the joy you brought him. He lifted his hands to a love that had been lost and couldn't be found. He was never lifted, and his heart just couldn’t beat for her any longer.

With your face in his hands, Garmadon felt complete. With a purse of his lips, he pressed them against your forehead. It sent shivers down your spine and made you warm with delight at his affections. And as he pulled back, his touch lingered on your skin and littered your senses with something you couldn’t quite describe.

“You are capable of saving the world just as much as they are.” Garmadon spoke softly, letting his thumb graze over your cheek. “And I’ll be waiting for your return, dear.”

With his words of encouragement, you glanced back down to the terror of what was once the small town of Stixx. His hands now rested on your shoulders, taking it all in. You huffed out a pitiful laugh.

“And when I do, you sir-” You turned back to him, harshly poking at his chest.

“You owe me a date.”

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The battle had finished. Morro was defeated and you had the realm crystal in your clutches.

After weeks of chasing ghosts and bandits, mastering Airjitzu and traveling realms. It was over and you could feel it. Your chest heaved as you dropped your weapon to the ground. Looking around, your team cheered and did the same as you. Everyone seemed to be just fine.

Except.

Your eyes squinted when you didn’t spot the man who’d pushed you to fight so graciously. Your gaze locked onto Lloyd, He wore his fathers robes. The sight made your stomach drop, and sweat beads formed at your hairline. Everyone on the list of your half of the group was checked off, except for him. You all had decided to split to cover more ground. You’d been left with Lloyd, Misako, Cole and Nya. The lack of his presence, It made you feel panicked, and at loss.

“Where is he?” You spoke, your words had gotten stuck in your throat. Attention turned towards you, putting you in an awkward spotlight. “Garmadon, where is he.”

To which, they seemed puzzled. They didn’t seem to pay much mind to the man through the sea of evacuation, the sinking of the Preeminent, or Morro’s fallen army of ghosts. Even Lloyd seemed clueless, and he muttered a short ‘i don’t know.’

Panic rose in your chest, the worry that had been etched onto your features was stronger than before. It seemed to bother you a lot more than them, of course.

With a quick turn of your head, you inhaled deeply and ran. Letting your legs carry you to something you hope isn’t lost as your teams yells fall upon your sudden deaf ears.

You spent careful time running, but time was something you feared would run out soon. Peering amongst the rubble of broken wood and stray pieces of boulders. And the lump in your throat grew harder to swallow the more you looked.

“Fuck” You spoke. Letting your hands grip at the stray pieces of your hair. You held onto them tightly as you felt your face heat up, and at that moment you felt the gates that held your tears falter slightly.

You spun round and round praying he’d appear, but stopped as you felt your consciousness grow faint with every spin. With a deep breath, you choose a direction, and pray it’s the right one. Sure with yourself that you won't stop until you’ve discovered him, or at least a bit of him.

It happened so quickly, you didn’t quite know what to think, in all honesty. There was a group of people aimlessly staring at the wreckage that had once been their home. You felt a small twinge in your chest, you felt pained for them. And it made you feel so very selfish when your expression softened and the dam that withheld your tears bursted at the sight of him. Nothing was held together as you dodged throughout the crowd to get to him. He seemed to do the same when he finally caught the sight of you.

Garmadon was barely able to finish his sigh, and utter your name when you threw yourself onto him. He stumbled back and landed on the dirt, and no amount of apologies would be good enough for him that would make him forget the wail you unleashed when he was able to envelope you in his loving embrace.

He tried to hush you softly.

“Dear? Dearest, Y/N, I’m here, I’m alright-” He was unable to ease your sobs. Your cries of relief crashed over the two of you, and he felt the slightest bit of ease when you managed to spurt out a laugh past your lips and call him some cruel little name for making you worry so badly.

He made a mental note not to disappear on you in times of need.

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Your damp towel hung around your neck loosely, bringing an end up to occasionally wipe at your face. A large tee shirt falling from your shoulder paired nicely with a pair of gray sweatpants hugged your body in warmth that you had been craving for ages. Comfort is something you deserved after these past few weeks of battling gross beings of ectoplasm.

Deciding on skipping the brushing of your teeth, you couldn’t help but yawn lazily as you stepped out of the bathroom. Thinking lightly on the events of today. Wrapped up in twenty four hours, you managed to defeat an army of ghosts, sink the preeminent, and casually express your admiration for a man who was ten times older than you. The father of your friend, to be exact.

It made you grimace as your hand hovered over the doorknob, past it was the room you shared with the others. Pushing the wooden door open, you decided that the walk of shame would be the most amusing part of your night. But you probably would prefer the ghosts.

To your surprise, the boys didn’t really say anything. You weren’t going to jinx yourself now, when the perfect opportunity to escape into slumber, no questions asked was-

Jay snickered, breaking the silence in the dim room.

Gone, The opportunity was gone.

You groaned, throwing yourself onto your bunk when you heard the others join in, soon enough they all found it quite amusing as Jay howled with laughter and Kai had started to wheeze. And no matter how deep you shoved your head into your pillow, it didn’t drown out the reckless wails of your teammates.

“THERE IS NO WAY-” Jay began “-GARMADON? HIM?”

“I assumed you had daddy issues, but this just tops it off” Cole heaved, peeking over the side of his bunk to peer down at you. To which you pry yourself up, throwing your pillow at him. He dodges, unfortunately. “He’s like, how old? 200?” “My money’s on four digits-” “Oh can it, motor mouth!”

Their chatter died down, and it fell silent again.

“...”

“If you two get married, would that make LLoyd your son?”

“Oh GROSS-” “How did we even get to this subject?” “Lloyd, chin up, you’d have a cool step parent!” “Over my dead body!”

Your eyes rolled profusely, moving to fall back against your sheets with a sigh. Your brothers were surely annoying.

“OH MY- WAIT, I WONDER WHAT HIS-” “DON’T YOU DARE FINISH THAT SENTENCE-”

Really fucking annoying.

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spnhunter4life · 3 months

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Winchester's Girl

A Dean hockey AU. I went to a game with my coworkers last night and came up with this idea. However, since I have neither the motivation nor the knowledge of the sport to write out a full-fledged fic for this, have a bullet pointed summary of what I came up with. (What would this be called? An imagine maybe? I feel like I've seen posts similar to this called imagines.)

A/N: Ok, so this turned out to be longer than I anticipated (imagine that). This is a bit more actual story and less summary than I expected when I started this. I still think it fits better in this format though, because it's easier to skip around where I want and not put the effort into combining it all together somehow. Also, just a heads up, this is tagged friends to lovers because I think that's the best way to describe it. I also think the lovers part tends to imply that there will be smut, but that is not the case here.

Word Count: 3.5k

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You and Dean have been friends for so long, you can barely even remember life without him. You met in eighth grade when your family moved to Kansas and immediately clicked. You had a lot in common, but you especially bonded over your shared love of hockey. You were there to be proud and support him as he transitioned from the local high school team to the college team, and then again when he made it to a professional team. Nothing made you more proud or excited than hearing that he had become center for the Kansas Hunters.

All the guys on the team knew you. You were even pretty good friends with a few of them. Since you attended more of his games than you might care to admit and had even been known to attend a practice or two if you and Dean had plans after, the rest of the guys jokingly referred to you as Winchester's girl.

"Hey, Winchester! Your girl is here!" They would call out to him when they spotted you entering the building on practice days. It was Benny who said it the first time, and it just sort of caught on from there.

"Who is that girl?" Cas's new girlfriend asked one night, spotting you at a party following a big win. "I think I've seen her at every single one of your games." Cas barely even needed to glance in your direction to know who she was talking about. "Who, Y/n? That's just Winchester's girl."

A couple years ago, during the off season, Dean decided it was time to take you skating. Despite being a lifelong hockey fan, you'd never actually learned to skate. You were a little nervous about falling over a lot and making a fool out of yourself, but mostly you were excited. You loved watching Dean on the ice, the speed and ease with which he moved. It was like he was flying. You wanted to be able to experience that freedom for yourself.

Despite his laughter and teasing -- "How can someone who spends so much time at a hockey rink be so terrible at skating?" -- he was a very good teacher. He had endless patience and was familiar with the way you learned which made it easy for him to pass on the secret knowledge of how to balance on two blades in a way you quickly understood.

By the end of the first lesson, you were a little bruised from falling so many times but had also figured out how to stay upright and move around. And if you were still moving at a snail's pace as you got used to things while Dean zoomed by you, at least you were on your feet.

You and Dean have this years-long running bet of sorts. It started in high school when the two of you were in chorus together, you because you enjoyed it and wanted to be and Dean because he had to in order to get his fine arts credit -- although you suspect that no matter how much he denies it, there was a small part of him that enjoyed it. Your teacher had a requirement that at the local band/chorus contest, everyone must participate in at least one small group piece on top of the pieces you sang as a full choir. Dean pestered you for days before you finally agreed to do a duet with him. "But," you told him, "only if you score a goal within the first three minutes of the game tonight." You weren't sure why you decided to make him work for it instead of just agreeing. After all, you knew he was a decent singer and would make a good duet partner. Not to mention you enjoyed spending time with him, so working on a song together wouldn't exactly be a hardship. But you'd already offered the deal and weren't about to take it back. Of course Dean's eyes lit up at the challenge and he immediately agreed. That night, just over two minutes into the game he scored a goal. He immediately looked up, finding you in the crowd quickly since you tended to sit in the same place, and winked at you. You knew it was his way of gloating in the couple seconds he had available to do so, and you rolled your eyes at him but couldn't contain your smile.

After that it became a thing. If there was something Dean wanted from you -- something he wanted help with or something he wanted to do that he knew you'd enjoy but you were a little hesitant about (like going to homecoming with him) -- he'd use the "if I score a goal in under three minutes" challenge as a way to get it.

After a while, it evolved into more of a silly game. It became an almost every game occurrence. He still brought up big things once in a while -- "if I score in under three minutes tonight, you have to go talk to that cute guy from the library you won't shut up about" -- but it was mostly little stuff. "If I score in under three minutes tonight, I get to pick the movie we watch this weekend; If I score in under three minutes tonight, you're buying me a pizza; If I score in under three minutes tonight, you have to come with me to the show my friend and his horrible band are putting on. If I have to suffer through it, so do you."

You suspected that he liked the challenge of it, that he wanted to give himself a reason to really work hard. While he definitely wasn't managing to score in time every night, he managed it enough to gain a reputation for himself as an early game scorer. "Watch out for Winchester in those first few minutes of the game," you'd heard people say. "If he gets anywhere near your goal, he will score."

Just like the first time, if he won the challenge, he would find you in the stands and wink at you. In the college years, this led to the more intense fans -- particularly the young women who knew what he looked like beneath the helmet -- to speculate who he might be winking at and why. In the last couple years with the Hunters, it led to even more teasing from the guys about you being Winchester's girl.

It has been a brutal game against the Hunters' biggest rival the Leviathans. More fights have broken out than you've seen in probably the last three or four games combined. One of the Leviathans' defenders broke his wrist in the first period. The score has been neck and neck, neither team able to gain a lasting advantage over the other. There is about a minute and a half left in the game when Dean scores a goal, putting the Hunters two points ahead, the biggest gap of the whole game. The crowd cheers, none of them louder than you, you're sure.

It happens in the middle of the next play. One second Dean is flying down the ice, all fire and determination. The next, there's a collision of bodies. You don't think anything of it. It happens all the time. Until three of the bodies pull back and the fourth is left lying on the ice. You can't do anything but stare as the big black 67 of Dean's jersey stares back. Fear holds you prisoner and you can't move, watching helplessly as the coach steps onto the ice, followed soon after by an EMT. He manages to find his feet and is escorted slowly off the ice. You're on your feet in an instant, heading for the locker room where you know he'll be looked at.

You pace back and forth outside the locker room, not daring to actually go in. You know you're not allowed. So you pace, biting your fingernails as you listen to the final moments of the game and wait for some sort of news on Dean. The buzzer sounds, signaling the end of the game, and you know it's only a matter of time before the rest of the team is here. Maybe then you'll get some answers.

"What are you doing back here?" A hard voice demands. You look over to see the Leviathans' coach staring you down. He must have been passing by on the way to the other locker room. "You shouldn't be here," he says, not giving you time to answer.

"I know, but-"

"Get out of here," he demands. You know he's doing the right thing. He's probably dealt with overzealous fans before that wait for players outside the locker rooms and is only defending the privacy of the opposing team. But you don't appreciate his tone, especially given the circumstances.

"She's fine," a second voice says before you can answer. You look over the coach's shoulder to see Cas standing there, the rest of the team behind him. None of them look happy.

"Novak," the coach says. "I was just trying to make sure you weren't bothered. Fans shouldn't be back here."

"You're right, they shouldn't," Benny agrees. "But that's Winchester's girl. If she wants to be here, she has every right." The nickname that at first made you blush and now makes you roll your eyes never sounded so good. It's like a badge of honor. In a way, the team sees you as family. They will defend you and let people know you belong here with them. With Dean. The coach backs off.

"Just tell me how he is," you ask, turning to Benny and Cas with pleading eyes. Of course they don't have any more idea than you do, but you just want them to go in, assess the situation, and come back to tell you what's going on.

"Why don't you go find out for yourself?" Benny answers. You look at him in surprise. "I can't go in there," you tell him.

"Sure you can," Kevin disagrees. "Nobody's undressed in there. You can be in and out before we've got our pads off." You wait for only a second to see if anyone will protest and when they don't, you rush inside. Your eyes zero in on Dean immediately, sitting on a bench and talking with the EMT, who turns his head at the sound of the door opening. A look of surprise crosses his face and he stands up. "Young lady, you can't-"

"Yes she can," Dean cuts him off. His eyes are looking slightly unfocused, but they are fixed on you. You hear the rest of the team file in behind you as you make your way over to Dean, slowly, like you're afraid he'll break if you move too fast. You look him over as you move. His helmet, gloves, and skates are off. He looks ok, except for the eyes. "What happened?" You ask, sitting carefully beside him. "Are you ok?"

"That depends," he responds. Fear fills you again. Is the injury that bad? "Depends on what?" You ask. On if he has surgery to fix it? On if he never plays hockey again? The horrible possibilities flood your mind.

"Did we win?" He asks. You're too stunned to answer. You replay his question in your head a few times, sure you must have misheard him. "Are you serious?" You finally ask.

"Yes, I'm serious," he responds. "Did we win?"

You let out a frustrated breath. "You were up by two with barely more than a minute left. Of course you won," you answer. "Then I'm fine," he says. You feel like you could smack him. Why must he be so difficult? Why couldn't he just answer your question.

"Dean. What happened?" You demand. You can hear the edge in your voice.

"It's just a minor concussion. It was nothing. I'll be fine," he says dismissively.

"It was not nothing," you argue.

"It's hockey," he answers, as if that is explanation enough. "People get hurt. You should be used to that by now."

Sure, you've seen lots of players injured throughout the years. You've even seen Dean injured. But it was always something minor. Bumps and bruises, a sprained wrist, a broken nose one time. It wasn't the same. "I should be used to seeing you laying flat out on the ice and not moving?" You demand. Something in your voice alerts him to the fact that you're done with the joking and avoiding.

He sighs. "What do you want from me here, sweetheart? It's over and I'm fine. There's nothing more to do about it."

His question catches you off guard. What do you want from him? For him to never play hockey again? No. That wouldn't ensure he was never hurt again, and he loves it too much. There are many reasons you could never ask that of him, not the least of which being you have no right to ask. Do you want him to assure you that he's alright? Because he's already done that. So, what then? If you're being honest with yourself, what you really want is to hold onto him for a while, and for him to hold you back while your brain works on accepting the fact that he really is ok. But you can't ask that.

Instead, you agree with him. "You're right. I'm sorry. You just really scared me out there."

"I'm sorry you were so scared," he says sincerely. "But I promise, I really am ok."

"I know," you say with a forced smile. You give his hand a squeeze before leaving the room, giving the rest of the guys the privacy they've been patiently waiting for.

It's a couple weeks after the concussion incident. Things between you and Dean have been the same as usual, except they haven't been. Not really. You can't pinpoint what it is that's different, but there's definitely something. It's New Year's Eve. You're at a party with Dean and a bunch of guys from the team. Dean has been at your side all night. You wouldn't go as far as calling it weird, but... it's definitely not usual. You've attended a lot of parties together and while you make a point of knowing where the other person is and even spending a fair amount of time together, you do usually hang out with other people too. Not that you're not hanging out with anyone else. It's just that apparently you're staying together while doing it. Not that you're complaining.

The midnight countdown is fast approaching. You're not currently dating anyone so you've resigned yourself to not having a midnight kiss this year. You don't mind. You don't really see it as the big deal a lot of people seem to. You think to yourself that Dean better find someone very quick if he plans on kissing someone though. For some reason, that thought doesn't sit quite right with you. You're not sure why. You've never cared before who Dean kissed.

The countdown starts. You watch the people around you as they scurry to be near their partners. The count reaches two and you turn to Dean, preparing to clink your beers together in celebration. The count reaches one and Dean's free hand goes to rest on your cheek as he leans in and presses his lips to yours. When he pulls away, it leaves you breathless. The room explodes into cheers and the clinking of bottles and glasses.

"Why'd you do that?" You ask, ignoring the celebration going on around you.

"Should I not have?" He asks. It's a mild question, but there's a challenge in it. As if he's daring you. But daring you to do what?

"No, it's not- I didn't say that." You're not sure what he was hoping you'd say, but this is clearly at the very least not the wrong response. He waits for you to continue. "It's just... we've both been single on New Year's Eve before. You've never kissed me."

"It's never been right before," he shrugs. He sees your confusion and explains. "You and me, I think we've been heading in this direction for a long time. And I think everyone but us could see it. It's why the guys tease us so much. It's why there's a bunch of hockey obsessed girls out there who are insanely jealous of you even though up until now there hasn't been anything to be jealous of. I think it's why all of my girlfriends haven't liked you very much and your boyfriends have hated me."

"I wouldn't say they hated you," you protest. You're not sure why. It's probably the nerves at the implications of what he's saying. It makes you feel better to say something, unhelpful as it may be. He just gives you a look before continuing.

"I don't know if we honestly didn't know we felt this way or were just lying to ourselves about it. But you can't tell me things haven't been different between us lately. I know it's not just me." Was he right? Was that the change you've been noticing? You're not sure if you would have come to this conclusion on your own. After all, this was Dean. Steady, reliable, Dean who you've never seen as more than a friend. But now that the possibility has been brought up, now that he's kissed you, you can't deny what you're feeling.

"Things have been different," you admit. "I just..." How to finish that sentence. You just what? Never saw Dean in that way? Not untrue, but what was the point in bringing it up? Objectively you've always been able to clearly see why other girls fought tooth and nail for his attention. And now that you are looking at him that way, it is a pointless statement. You weren't expecting it? Also true, but obvious enough without having to say it.

Dean is usually good about letting you sort through your thoughts at times like this, but today he doesn't have the patience. "You just what?" He prompts. "Didn't expect the night to go like this?"

"Well no, I didn't. But that's not what I was going to say."

"Then what?"

"I don't know," you sigh, frustrated at your inability to find the words you want. You start speaking without really thinking, and thankfully the right words come to you. "I guess I just didn't realize why things were different. I noticed it, but I couldn't figure out what it was."

"And now that you know?"

You give him a little mischievous smile, feeling more confident after having some time to process. "Being just friends was getting a little boring anyway. Too predictable. I think it's about time we change things up."

Dean grins back and it lights up his face. You nearly catch your breath at the sight. Having your eyes opened to your feelings is like peeling a film off your eyes that you've lived with your entire life without knowing it's there. It's like seeing him for the first time, and he is the most stunning man you've ever seen. "Alright," he says. "Let's change it up then. If I score in under three minutes at the next game, you have to go on a date with me. Maybe you even have to kiss me."

You stop your jaw from literally dropping open, but you know he can read the look of disbelief on your face. "Your next game isn't for four days." You point out. "You're really going to make me wait that long?"

He shrugs, but you can see the teasing glint in his eye. He's all talk. "We've waited for ten years. I don't see what another few days could hurt."

"Screw that," you say. You set your beer on the table next to you and throw your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you. His hands settle automatically on the small of your back, arms around your waist, and you can feel his smile as he kisses you. You can't help but to smile back.

You're soon interrupted by a shouted, "Hey, Winchester finally got his girl!" from a drunken Benny, followed by whistles and catcalls from the rest of his teammates. You can't fight the heat that rises to your cheeks, but you sit through the ensuing teasing and congratulations as patiently as you can. Thankfully it's short lived as there's more exciting things happening -- it is a party after all -- and Dean's arm around your waist certainly helps calm your nerves.

"Don't be embarrassed," Dean says, knowing you've never been one for PDA. "You know they don't care." You aren't so embarrassed that you won't get over it in a minute or two, but you appreciate his attempts to calm you nonetheless. "And look on the bright side," he adds, brightening at whatever he's thinking. "At least now we're all on the same page the next time they call you my girl."

You smile. He's right. 'Winchester's girl' has a whole new ring to it now. It might have taken us a while to catch up, but they were right. You are, and always were, Dean's girl.

Secondary note: I realize I switch tenses halfway through this. I don't really feel like fixing it though. Also, I've tried to at least keep the present tense section all present tense, but I wouldn't be surprised if I'm switching back and forth. I usually write in past tense and found myself reverting back to it without realizing multiple times. I've reread it to try and catch anything, but it's late and I'm tired, so I probably missed some. I'll probably read this over again sometime in the next day or two to find any errors, but I wanted to get it posted. Hope you enjoyed!

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#winchester's girl #supernatural #fanfiction #hockey au #dean winchester #reader insert #dean x reader #getting together #friends to lovers

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happy74827 · 5 months

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Finding Solace

[Hughie Campbell x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Losing someone close to you is never easy. Sometimes, even the ones you love the most can't understand what you're feeling. But sometimes, just being together and sharing a quiet moment can mean everything (wrote this for you: @cades-outsider).

WC: 904 (Sorry it’s so short)

Category: Hurt/Comfort, Platonic

I was rewatching The Boys from the beginning and I was quickly reminded how attention-grabbing that first 5 minutes was. I’m so excited for season 4 😌✨

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Funerals were the worst.

Especially for people like Hughie, who had lived most of their lives in a relatively happy place and had a relatively happy family. It was the ultimate symbol of change and one of the worst times of his life. He had lost so much, but that wasn't enough to fill up all the empty places he had inside.

You watched him from afar, his head bowed as the priest spoke some kind of words of comfort and encouragement, but they were only words. They meant nothing. Not at this point, anyway. You looked at his face, which was pale, but no tears were coming out of his eyes. It was the face of someone who had been hurt beyond repair, but you knew he would never say it. He would never admit it. It was like you didn't even know him anymore.

You sighed softly, turning back to face the priest. He had moved on and was now talking about something else. Hughie didn't even seem to notice as he just stood there. You wondered how much it must hurt to hear things like that when you didn't even want to.

The day was still beautiful, which you thought was ironic as it seemed like the worst day in the world. The sun was out, and it was warm, but Hughie seemed so cold, standing there.

Your parents were beside you, and they looked upset, but they didn't say anything. They had lost a child, too, so you understood why they were upset.

"Why don't we all take a walk?" Your mother suggested, gesturing towards a nearby park.

"But what about-" You began, but your father cut you off.

"Hughie can take care of himself for a while; he needs some space.”

You ignored him, of course. Hughie was practically family, and your family couldn't do things like this.

"Hughie, will you be okay here?" You asked, and he nodded. You noticed a small change in his eyes as he seemed to wake up from some kind of dream.

You understood him well, and you didn't know what to say. What were you supposed to say in a situation like this? "It'll get better" seemed so wrong. How would it get better?

Your sister was gone. Nothing would bring her back. And although you and Robin were as close as siblings could get, she was Hughie’s everything.

Your parents began to walk away, leaving you behind, but you didn’t care. Hughie needed you, and although he would never admit it, you knew it. You walked up to him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, and he didn't react. He simply continued to stare ahead of him, eyes wide and unmoving. You wondered what he was thinking.

"Hughie, let's go for a walk." You said, and he finally looked at you. He gave you a soft smile, which made your heart melt a little. You smiled back and took his hand, leading him over to the nearby park. He wasn't really the kind of person to complain, so he let you do what you wanted.

The two of you walked for a while, but you didn't talk much. You both had so much to say, but you were afraid to say anything. It was like you both knew what the other was thinking.

Finally, you both came to a stop in a nice part of the park. It was fairly secluded, with a couple of trees and a little lake in the center. You walked over to the lake and sat down on the grass, looking at your reflection in the water.

Hughie sat down beside you, still quiet. He looked at you and smiled again, and this time, it was a more real smile. The kind that only a few people could see.

“Robin always loved this place, don't you remember? She always came here and—”

“—and sit by the lake and read that dumb little comic book. Yeah, I remember.” Hughie chuckled softly, a smile crossing his face. Small things like that were the only way he would ever get by.

You smiled back, not daring to look away. You stared into his eyes for a long time, just drinking in every little detail. His eyes were bloodshot, which wasn't too unusual at a time like this, but it was painful to see in such a happy person like him. His suit was nice but simple, which suited him well, and he wore a dark green tie, which you knew was Robin’s favorite color.

“I miss her too, Hughie.” You said softly, and he smiled again. He nodded his head, still not able to speak.

You reached out and gently placed your hand on his shoulder, stroking it softly with your thumb. He relaxed at your touch, leaning into your hand slightly.

You both sat there for a long time, not moving, not speaking, but that was okay. Just being there together, even if only for a moment, was more than enough.

In this moment, you felt closer to him than you ever had before. Deep down, he was connected to your sister, and he loved her just as much as you did.

At this moment, you both understood each other. It was the kind of connection that would never be broken, no matter what happened. And maybe that was enough.

Because it was better than nothing.

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WIP Wednesday

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

FANON speculation for season 7

I wasn’t tagged by anyone but I wanted to share a snippet from chapter 7 of “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

I’m excited to finish writing Chapter 7 because it starts right after Buck’s mental breakdown and even though he pushed Eddie away at the end of Chapter 3, Eddie’s there to help him pick up the pieces. He literally found Buck lying on his bedroom floor practically unresponsive and after almost three weeks of them not talking to each other, Buck finally lets Eddie in and he explains everything that happened to cause his mental breakdown.

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Here’s another snippet from chapter 7 of Buck and Eddie’s early morning conversation after one of Buck’s most difficult therapy sessions.

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It’s after 2:00AM and Eddie’s sitting on the couch watching an oldies TV channel that plays nothing but television shows that aired prior to the 1970s. The volume is on low because he doesn’t want to wake up Buck but he’s surprised when he hears his footsteps coming up the hall.

He looks towards the hallway as Buck enters the room and asks, “Hey… what are you doing up? Did the sound from the TV wake you?”

“No, I woke up to go to the bathroom but I saw the light and uh… I came in here to check on you.” Buck replies as he sits down next to him.

“I’m ok. I was too wired to fall asleep so I figured watching reruns of ‘The Three Stooges’ would help.”

“But you’re still awake so… I guess it’s not working.”

Eddie chuckles. “No it’s not. I never understood why Moe was always so mean to Larry and Curly.”

He looks at Buck but he notices even though he’s looking in the direction of the TV, he’s actually looking past it. He realized earlier in the week that it’s another thing Buck’s been doing lately, he zones out in thought but after he processes whatever he’s thinking about, he eventually starts talking so Eddie patiently waits.

As he stares off somewhere into oblivion, Buck remembers all the stories other people told earlier today during his first “Savior baby” support group session and he’s still having a difficult time processing all of it. One story sticks out from all the rest because there was a teenage boy who shared his story and he reminded him of himself when he was 13 years old.

His name is Eric and he explained the way his parents had him so he could save his brother Dennis who’s seven years older than him. He said they took one of his kidneys right after his 9th birthday and he’s had multiple painful bone marrow extractions since before he could remember but that’s not all. Now they want him to donate again but he doesn’t want to do it since the recovery time is long and excruciating. Eric’s story sounded so familiar to his own story that it made him wonder if life would have been better for everyone if he hadn’t been born.

Buck clears his throat and asks, “Do you ever think about how… it’s not worth it?”

It’s like déjà vu as realization sets in for Eddie because they’ve had this conversation before but their roles were reversed and the question hits him in the chest like a boulder has been dropped on top of it. As he looks at him, he tries to keep his facial expression neutral but he’s not sure if Buck even notices since he quickly glances at him then looks away.

“Not the therapy. I—I mean…” He runs his hand over his face and continues. “Is being born even worth it?” He meets Eddie’s eyes then quickly looks away. “I mean with all the crap we have to put up with when… dealing with our parents… or in my case… the people who brought me into this world.”

Eddie doesn’t interrupt but he does raise his eyebrows.

Buck clears his throat and nervously rubs his sweaty hands on his thigs to dry them on his sweatpants. “I wanted them to love me but they’ve always had their own selfish reasons for bringing me into the world so…” He trails off.

A loud and uncomfortable silence engulfs the room.

Then after about a minute, in a low voice, Buck continues. “Maybe things would have been better if I was never born.” He shrugs his shoulders. “I mean my defective parts prevented me from being able to do the one thing I was born to do and since I couldn’t do that… I’m just wondering what’s the point of it all since I wasn’t meant to be here in the first place?”

Eddie’s heart shatters at Buck’s words because after all these years, he still hasn’t realized how important he is to them. Not just to him and Chris but to Maddie, Bobby and the 118 since they all need him.

How will Eddie respond to Buck’s comments👀?

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Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it. But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - Will be posted soon.

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I’m enjoying writing this fic because it’s giving me the chance to unravel the mess that was the 6x18 ending for Buck, Eddie and Chris. Also, it’s taking them places the show refuses to go including Buck finally having a mental breakdown and Eddie being there for him the same way he was there for Eddie in season 5.

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bi-bard · 2 years

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Sunlight - Hannibal Lecter Imagine (Hannibal)

Title: Sunlight

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter X Reader

Word Count: 1,661 words

Warning(s): graphic depictions of torture and kidnapping, attempted murder

Summary: (Season 2, Episode 5) After Will got arrested, (Y/n) felt like they lost someone important. Just as they start getting back on their feet, the world proves that this is something you can't walk away from.

Author's Note: So. This is the same character that's in my last Hannibal imagine [Read "Bright" by clicking here!!]

Wanna take a wild guess at what happens when you throw a sunshine character into a show like Hannibal? Here's a hint: NOTHING GOOD

This imagine, like "Bright", is written in third person

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(Y/n) refused to see Will after he was arrested.

The two had become somewhat friends after the dinner party at Hannibal's home. Will seemed kind and determined. Plus, he seemed to appreciate the outlook from (Y/n) that wasn't focused on the darker parts of life. He had to deal with those thoughts all the time, the break was always appreciated.

(Y/n) would offer Will books that they thought he didn't own. They'd use Hannibal's kitchen for cookies or muffins, making sure to make enough to give Will a small bundle. They'd even bring extra treats for the dogs and offer to watch them if Will needed them to. Will would always refuse, but they'd always offer. They understood the stress he was under in his job.

(Y/n) was heartbroken after finding out that someone they had trusted so much could do so much harm.

Hannibal distinctly remembers the day that (Y/n) spent curled under the blankets. No talking or humming some song that he didn't know. The pure silence haunted him more than the sobs (Y/n) let out at random points during the day.

No one would ever know that the sympathy that sat in his chest was not sympathy. It was guilt. He had sworn to protect (Y/n) from his world. They didn't need to know any of the details. But he had stolen a piece of that light they were known for all in the name of protecting himself.

Hannibal had offered to get (Y/n) a meeting with Will.

A way to give his love some false form of closure.

They refused. They preferred completely cutting off the person they saw as a villain than trying to get a reason for it.

"Would there be a reason that made me somehow feel better," they'd asked him after his offer.

"I can't promise it," Hannibal had replied.

It took weeks for (Y/n) to feel safe and comfortable leaving the house.

They said that they needed to do it on their own. Hannibal agreed, but he was still by their side through the entire morning.

As (Y/n) got ready, pulling on a bright outfit that brought a small grin to Hannibal's lips, he complimented their choice. He asked about their plan, how long they were going to be gone, anything that would keep (Y/n) focused on the day they had planned for themselves. He also promised to have dinner prepared.

(Y/n) came home a few hours later, two books tucked in their arms and a small package of candy tucked in their bag. Hannibal caught a small grin as he was plating their dinner.

It brought him more comfort than (Y/n) would know. Maybe he hadn't destroyed everything with his selfish actions.

Once (Y/n) had fallen back into a semi-regular rhythm again, Hannibal felt more safe returning to his normal work schedule. He was even working with the F.B.I again. Alana was always asking about (Y/n) and offering to help. Hannibal would just insist that if (Y/n) needed help, she'd be the first on his list. Another lie.

He walked in later than he had planned one night. He called out (Y/n)'s name, hoping to hear it coming from the pair's room or the main living room.

When there was no response, scenarios raced through Hannibal's head.

He called out again. Nothing.

He didn't like not knowing.

(Y/n) was usually very good about planning their day. Once the pair had gotten together and moved in together, (Y/n) would give him some idea of what could be expected. More for his sake than theirs.

(Y/n) hadn't mentioned leaving for the day. Quite the opposite. (Y/n) had said they had the day off and was going to try to relax, get through the book that they had gotten a few days earlier.

He had a few paths that made him nervous. One: someone had gotten (Y/n) without him even having a hint that it was going to happen. Two: (Y/n) was in the middle of some kind of medical emergency and he hadn't been there to help with the situation. Three: (Y/n) left on their own for reasons unknown to him.

He spent what felt like too long scanning every inch of the home. There was no sign of (Y/n), but no sign that any of their things had been moved or disturbed.

Hannibal's only instinct was to call Jack Crawford and request his assistance. There was a theory. Something sitting in the back of his mind that made his blood turn to ice. He didn't want to believe it.

Will.

His theory was revolving around Will's involvement from behind bars at the asylum.

He didn't want to believe it. (Y/n) had never been anything other than kind and accepting of Will. It was unlike the man to target someone other than Hannibal. Unless that's what this was. An indirect attack on the doctor.

Alana had tried to comfort Hannibal when she found out about the current situation.

Hannibal didn't want comfort. He made that clear. All he wanted was to find (Y/n). He made that much clear to everyone.

As the remaining members of the team- exceptions being the arrested Will Graham and the deceased Beverly Katz- (Y/n) found themself in a dark room.

It was cold and dark. Almost slimy. Walls and floors made of stone.

(Y/n) was more confused than scared at first. It wasn't until they looked to the side and caught sight of blood dripping down their arm that panic took over. Their arms were tied out to the sides, one cut going up each forearm. Their feet were barely planted on a wooden bucket.

"You're awake."

(Y/n) looked out at the man wearing all-white. They didn't recognize the man. They wanted to. If they knew him, they could reason with him.

"Who are you," (Y/n)'s voice was far shakier than they wanted it to be.

"None of your concern," the man stepped forward, standing next to (Y/n). "You're not important. Just a message. A puzzle piece."

"What," they asked. "A message for who?"

"Will Graham is innocent," the man said simply. "The Chesapeake Ripper is still free."

(Y/n) had a million more questions.

All of them would go unanswered.

The man reached behind (Y/n)'s head and pulled out a noose that had been tied to the ceiling. (Y/n) wanted to find some way to reason with the man, but he refused to listen to any of (Y/n)'s questions and begging. Nothing would get through his mission.

The man tightened the noose around (Y/n)'s neck, giving them no mind.

Just as the man went to kick the bucket out from under (Y/n)'s feet, the door is forced open. They let out a yell as it did, attempting to shield their face as a gunshot rang out.

The man wouldn't go down easily. As he fell to the ground, he pulled the bucket out from under (Y/n). The shock at the rope cutting off their breath sent (Y/n) into complete panic.

"(Y/n)," Hannibal ran in behind Jack.

Hannibal held (Y/n) up enough to loosen the noose and pull it off of their neck. As he did that, Jack undid the ropes on (Y/n)'s wrists.

(Y/n)'s instinct was to pull their wrists to their chest. Hannibal shifted them slightly, now carrying (Y/n) out of the room.

"Hannibal," he looked down when he heard them mumble his name.

"It's going to be okay," he promised quietly. "It's all going to be okay now."

He would not leave (Y/n)'s side as they were checked out.

Now, (Y/n) sat at the dining table, waiting for Hannibal to be finished with whatever meal he was preparing. their fingers traced the skin around the stitches in their wrists.

There were still so many questions.

Why had the man chosen them? Why was he convinced Will was innocent? Who was it if it wasn't Will? Was he trying to say it was... no. (Y/n) refused to even give that possibility a second thought.

They had been with Hannibal for over a year. They had been friends for years before that. If Hannibal was a killer, (Y/n) would know. Right?

Hannibal walked into the dining room and set a bowl of soup in front of (Y/n).

They barely ate. It made Hannibal sigh as he watched them. He tried to push them gently. He knew he should be understanding, but he refused to watch (Y/n) torment themself like that.

He wanted his source of light back. He wanted to stop anything that was in the way of that light.

"He mentioned Will," (Y/n) said. They had cut Hannibal off in the middle of some sentence about just eating for his sake. "Said his full name."

"Did he only say his name," Hannibal asked.

"No," (Y/n) replied. "'Will Graham is innocent. The Chesapeake Ripper is still free.'"

There was a long silence.

"Meaning that the murders during his trial weren't done by some creative fan."

Another pause.

"I just... I don't understand why he picked me."

"The man was an orderly at the asylum," Hannibal explained. "It's possible he heard Will and I talk about you."

"You've talked to Will about me?"

"Not much," he promised. "He was worried about you. I told him you were safe."

(Y/n) nodded. That was okay.

"I know it hurts now," Hannibal continued. "But I will help you through this. No matter what it takes."

Hannibal carefully cupped (Y/n)'s forearm. He slowly leaned down and kissed the stitches on their wrist. His lips just barely brushed the skin, not risking any damage to it.

When he looked up from their arm, he caught sight of a small grin on their lips. He grinned back. There it was. That smile that was a beam of sunlight.

It was small and only seemed to last a few moments, but Hannibal would make sure he got to see it again.

He needed to be able to see it.

He would protect it at any cost.

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TMNT (2012) TO ME: Season 1

TMNT to me is a series where I recall my initial memories with the 2012 series and surrounding media. (Or try to at least.)

I remember watching watching the premiere, Rise of the Turtles, at my grandparent's (whom I called Abuelo and Abuela). The two main memories from the episode were disgust at Donnie's reaction to seeing April, and enrapture during the fight against Snakeweed. needless to say, I was hooked.

I have clear memories of Turtle Temper, however i just thought it was merely a good episode. Love Spider Bytez’s design.

I'm a big fan of robots and mechs, so I Think His Name Is Baxter Stockman was very enjoyable for me. However, as a personal gripe, I much preferred the Stockman-Pod Mark 2 (the large mech suit) over the Stockman-Pod Mark 3 (that giant mouser-esque suit). The Stockman-Pod Mark 3 looked to be kinda clunky and lame, especially with Stockman's face in the "nose hole". Still, fun episode that I thoroughly enjoyed, making Baxter Stockman one of my favorite villains.

Donnie was always my favorite turtle, so when his first focus episode, Metalhead, rolled around (involving a robot) i was overjoyed. It was a good episode to, having a nice arc for Donnie, and a cool new threat in Metalhead. I loved it.

I could not say the same about Monkey Brains. I was not a fan of this episode. It was way too Donnie x April focused for me. Donnie is often at his worst when swooning over April, though I do admit the graph of all social interactions was a pretty good joke. The big reason why I wasn't a fan of this episode was because Dr. Rockwell scared. His appearance was unnerving, he was loud, and his erratic movements put me on the edge. I was not a fan of him. I made sure to avoid this episode when it was on.

The Gauntlet is an amazing episode. Now, before we get to the obvious reason why, let's go over some other good points. Pigeon Pete is a fun character. I'm not a fan of his design, but his jokes always land. Mr. O'Neil's sacrifice moment, although expected, was still pretty cool. The fight with Bradford and Xever at the mutagen bomb was epic, and a great sendoff to these versions of the characters. And now, the obvious reason: The Shredder. So far, Shredder had only been talk. It was good talk in all fairness, young me perfectly understood why he was in charge. But, The Gauntlet solidified him not only as a truly dangerous and invincible foe, but also as a worthy candidate as the turtle's greatest enemy. I was on the edge of my seat during the whole "fight". I truly believed Splinter when he said that it was a victory surviving a fight with The Shredder.

Panic in the Sewers was kinda a let down. While Splinter's motivations were sympathetic, I quickly got tired of him.

M.O.U.S.E.R.S. Attack is another one of my favorite episodes. I am a huge fan of the MOUSERS (I'm not going to write out the periods everytime). There was nothing more I wanted as a kid than to have a MOUSER toy. If you ask me, they were criminally underused in the series. Love their screeches. Good to see Mikey and Donnie get some focus.

It Came From the Depths: I'm a big fan of Leatherhead. His design is top tier. He's a very interesting and tragic character. Love his roar. Also the powercell is rather cool looking too.

I, Monster is a great example of how TMNT 2012 can make some truly menacing villains. At first Victor Falco was a lame looking human villain from an episode I hated. But after this episode, he proved himself to be one of the turtles' most dangerous enemies. The ability to control Splinter is used to its full horrifying effect. Not to mention his rather disturbing appearance. The glowing red eyes are still unnerving.

Now, I don’t remember if it was New Girl in Town or The Alien Agenda but when Karai calls Shredder father, I instantly knew he had taken Splinter’s daughter. It fact I was so certain that this was the case, that I didn’t realize Shredder revealing this in the finale was so supposed to shock us as much as it did Splinter. The evidence was pretty well laid out beforehand: Shredder’s jealousy, Splinter’s line: “he though that what was mine was his”, and the fact that in every flashback it looked like Shredder was carrying something away from the burning building. However, the biggest factor to my correct assumption was that no one would ever have kid with Shredder. I was 10000% certain no one had ever been with the Shredder.

Also in The Alien Agenda I liked the design of Justin. Donnie’s line of not knowing Karai but still hating her is stuck in my head. I was so hyped seeing the teases for Fishface's robotic legs. I was waiting for them, because they look really cool. I knew about the robotic legs in advance because I saw him with them in the opening theme.

I'm gonna get some flack for this, but I didn't like The Pulverizer. The character, not the episode. I just had to get the title drop in somehow. I'm on the turtles' side with this one, Timothy is annoying. All he does is get in the way. He makes things so much harder for my poor Donatello, which was the biggest reason for hating him. As a result, Timothy kinda brings down the whole episode, as it is named after him. Fortunately, not even The Pulverizer can squash the highpoint of this episode, Fishface in action. Fishface is one of my favorite mutants (maybe even my most favorite). There's just something so distinct about him, and his robot legs are so cool. His first episode proper as Fishface does wonders for the character, portraying him as a proper threat, and showing off what he can do with his legs.

TCRI felt so big to me that it could've been a season finale. Leatherhead's reintroduction was already a good sign. Sneaking into Kraang HQ was a difficult gauntlet for the turtles that never let up. The fight with Traag was beyond epic. Lava monsters are cool to me, and the turtles' fight with him was tense. It was some real video game type stuff. Traag would make an amazing bossfight. Leatherhead's sacrifice got to me.

I love Cockroach Terminator. Both the episode and the character. The Spyroach's design is just so cool, big fan of cyborgs and bugs. Raph also had a nice little arc about facing his fears, and in general he was amazing in this episode. They really knew how to make this 4 foot tall bug menacing and an absolute threat. The post molt form is not as cool as the first mutated form, but the Spyroach still remains an active and cool threat. Love the final battle with the giant laser. Also, I always thought this episode came much earlier in the series.

Baxter's Gambit is also an amazing episode. Baxter Stockman is at his most entertaining and camp. The Maze of Doom is a very distinct, unique, and fun setting. But, the standout of the episode was Fishface. Fishface, like many characters on this show, has an amazing design, however, this episode provided him with character work. We learned his backstory, and it's a rather good one too. A simple backstory about being such a good thief that he was hired to be one. Xever just likes hurting people. This is his life. It's all he ever known. This episode also cements him as Raph's arch-rival, which is one of the best dynamics in the show. I really like the (albeit obvious) parallels between him and Raph. Furthermore, I have and will always find it cool when the heroes and villains have to team up temporarily. The banter between the turtles and the goons is great. However, this episode began to illuminate a fact that I would not recognize until much later: Dogpound is kinda lame. Or more accurately, Bradford/Rahzar is lame. There's a reason why I didn't go over New Friend, Old Enemy. Dogpound is only an interesting character because of his design. He has little personality and barely explored character. I'll go more into this on later episodes, but just know that when he becomes Rahzar he fell off for me completely. In this episode he barely does anything. And anything he does do could've been easily done by either Fishface on his own, or the turtles. The only thing I can think of being Dogpound exclusive is ripping that turret out of the ground, but I imagine the turtles could have still found out a way to do that. Regardless, amazing episode. Love the gag of them all being too tired to fight at the end.

Enemy of my Enemy is good. I love the Stealth Ship. Love the lazer. Love the eye. Love the tentacles. The only thing I didn't like about it was how it was invisible most of the episode, so i couldn't appreciate it's design. Loved Karai's line about the ice cream cone in the Shellraiser. Now let's dicuss symbolism. We the audience are so acclimated to the turtles only being out at night, that when something happens during the daytime, it is off-putting, and causes unease. In I, Monster, the Rat King's attack is made all the more eerie as it occurs during the day. Both Showdown and Invasion occur during the day, showcasing the power the Kraang have, as they do not have to hide their actions. The day symbolizes events or actions that cannot be ignored, that cannot be cloaked by darkness or hidden in the night. So when the turtles attempt to assassinate the Shredder, it really does help make the audience, and me, feel uneasy, which helps make Karai more sympathetic. When the turtles decided to betray Karai and assassinate the Shredder, i was thrown for a loop. This is the sort of thing the Foot would do. I could see the turtles asking Dogpound: "Did you bring the rocket launcher?" "Of course not, we're going to kill you." And then he pulls out a denator and blows up the floor beneath them. Even though Shredder completely deserves to be betrayed and assassinated, i still felt uneasy about it. Anyways, Anton Zeck was right. The weird eye makes Steranko cool and interesting. He was to me, at least until he got hit with enough electricity to kill a person. Then I thought he was dead and we would never see him again.

Karai's Vendetta: Absolutely love the turtle sub. Criminally underused. Though i may be biased as I own the lego set of the sub. I also liked the sea monster they face, both in the (not that kind of) sub and in the facility. The April and Karai plotline is really good. Very tense. We get to see both sides of Karai. Her playfulness and her fury. So weird seeing her in causal wear. I also liked how April really got to stand up for herself and her own victory.

The Pulverizer Returns!: I really hated Timothy in this episode. He was told multiple times to not be mutated, completely ignoring them. Then when he lets himself be mutated he's surprised that it's an awful experience. He had it coming. I didn't feel bad for him in the slightest. He serves better as a wall decoration. I hoped that Donnie would take his time with curing him. The turtles' lesson was rather pointless as they just used items around them that were similar to their weapons. Also seeing Fishface ride a motorcycle was funny and goofy.

Parasitica is nice. It's unnerving in all the ways it should be. My stomach squirmed with every scene featuring Leo. It's also nice to see Mikey win.

Operation Breakout: Newtralizer is a very cool and threatening villain. Very cool to be up close and personal with Mr. O'Neil. Love the joke of Raph mistaking his infodumping for Donnie's and telling him to shut up. I felt genuine dread seeing that Mr. O'Neil is under mind control.

Showdown: Season 1 came full circle for me. I watched the season finale at my Abuelo & Abuela's house. I had to watch it in their bedroom, with the tv that was was way up high and far away. But nothing would stop me from missing this episode. I remember the tagline for the episode like it was yesterday: "Green versus Mean" The first half was good. Good mood setter. The infiltration of TCRI didn't feel like a rehash, it all felt cool. April was understandably a bit of a jerk. The arrival of the Technodrome was a great raise the stakes and really get through how dangerous the Kraang were. Now the second part is where things get amazing. All the stuff relating to the Technodrome was fine. Kraang Prime was cool for two seconds before becoming lame. They went out by Raph's weakest kick. Their robot suit looks stupid. And even back then I knew they weren't gonna kill off Leo. Still, the other's reaction to it did get to me a bit. Now for what we all came to the episode for. The real meat of this finale. Splinter vs. Shredder. This was what I was hype for. And it did not disappoint. Splinter easily taking out Foot soldiers while Fishface and Dogpound discuss him is a great way to set the tone and prepare us. And it's always interesting to see how the villains see their enemies. Splinter easily beats Fishface and Dogpound like its nothing, as he should. And then he faces the Shredder. The fight perfectly conveys that these are two masters, who are throwing EVERYTHING they have at eachother. You can feel the rage and hatred in each strike and blow. Each weapon is used to the fullest. No part of the terrain is unused, we learn that Shredder's Palace has fire geysers in those weird glass boxes off to the side. Splinter uses even his mutant abilities in order to get an upper hand of the Shredder, which got me so hype as a kid, and still does to this day. Once Splinter wins, we get the reveal. Karai is Miwa. Now, i had know this ever since she called Shredder father, but that doesn't mean the scene was meaningless to me. Splinter was devastated when the twist was revealed, and I felt his pain. I felt so sorry for him, learning that this monster took his daughter in a far worse way than any could imagine. i watched as he was forced to flee as his own daughter attacked him. Splinter's plotline in the episode was a masterpiece. Now, i want to go over some more symbolism. Fire sort of becomes a symbol for Shredder and his unspeakable actions. Splinter's flashback features Shredder walking away from a burning building where Tang Shen is dead and Splinter is about to die in. In Vengeance Is Mine, Stockman's lab is burned down. Shredder himself has a burned face. Shredder has fire symbolism. So when the fire blazes throughout his palace, and the room is orange. It hearkens back to the flashback, where the Shredder took Miwa away while Splinter was trapped in that burning building. But now, Splinter must walk away while Shredder keeps Karai in the building full of fire. The Shredder has taken away Splinter's daughter twice. The dance party victory was nice.

This concludes my TMNT TO ME for season one. Now, logic dictates that I should do season 2 next. However, I need to provide a bit of context before we start season 2. So, look out for my next TMNT TO ME post, which will go over an overlooked and forgotten part of nick.com: the official fan boards.

See you then, don't be slow! (turtle joke)

Next: Official Nickelodeon Fan Boards

Season 2, Season 3, Season 4, Season 5

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RIP Pauline Newstone

10th December marked 25 years since the Beast Wars episode Other Visits: Part 2 aired on Australian TV. Taking a moment to reflect, I vividly remember watching it (along with much of that season) on a small wall-mounted TV in a dimly-lit hospital waiting room. Hardly my idea of a grand way to spend multiple afternoons, but the prospect of more checkups and needles paled compared to the swelling dread of how, as the credits rolled, I might never see my favourite character again.

When Candice Santora announced three days later that Airazor's voice actor Pauline Newstone had passed away, that all-too familiar dread seeped its way back.

Beast Wars was far from my first foray into the world of those warrior Robots in Disguise, but certainly played an integral part of my life during the latter half of the 90's. Its writing and expansion of the Transformers history was captivating, its animation at the time second-to-none, and its voice acting nothing short of immaculate. Vancouver's finest breathed life into what could've easily been written off as another 20 minute toy commercial, but it excelled. They made the characters memorable, raw with wild, well-rounded emotions and truly raised the bar for future actors.

From the moment she burst onto the scene, I adored Airazor. Smart, sassy, more than strong enough to fight tooth and claw in battle, refused to put up with Rattrap's antics, and mistress in the art of dry wit. A welcome addition to the Maximal cast with a plethora of potential to grow. Granted the good times weren't to last; she was swiftly demoted to cannon fodder and later the role of "Mrs. Tigatron", but I was happy just to have her around. Whenever roleplaying our favourite scenes or making new adventures at school, Airazor was always my first choice. The original (and Transmetal figure a cherished Easter gift the following year) continued to have imaginative adventures after the show ran its course. For a time, something as trivial as a cartoon alien robot bird meant the world to me.

And it all came down to how awesome Ms. Newstone performed her.

It's a feeling the Aussie public clearly shared, as her video pack became one of the top 10 selling boys' toys of Christmas '98 (or maybe it's because the VHS repaint was, and remains to this day, the only version of her basic-class toy to see release here. But I digress). Yet Beast Wars proved a tip of the iceberg for Ms. Newstone's career. She lent her voice to shows including G.I. Joe, Mummies Alive!, Inuyasha, Monster Rancher, X-Men Evolution, Ninjago, and I certainly can't go without mentioning her portrayal of big baddie Frieza during Ocean Group's tenure on Dragon Ball Z (The infamous "Caressing the Balls" meme? That was her. Iconic).

Ms. Newstone was one of those voice actors I always hoped to meet someday. No means an easy feat, as she preferred to keep away from the spotlight in a fashion not dissimilar to the late Christine Cavanaugh. It would've been nice, but I understood and respected her desire for privacy, and commend the extra effort Pete and the other organizers went to adhering her "no photos" request at BotCon 2006.

Learning of her passing, let alone nobody reporting it until fellow actor Garry Chalk saw her name over six months later at the annual UBCP/ACTRA Awards, is a sad reminder how none of us are getting any younger, and each day those little things which used to give us joy slip further into the abyss of time. Cherish those memories and the ones you love, while always leaving room to create more tomorrow. Fiction generally doesn't last forever, but I like to think her memory and legacy both as a voice actor and person will for many out there.

The above image was taken back in 2011 while in Lithgow, but never made public until now. Far from my best work (assuming anything I do can be considered good to begin with :P ), but a decent day. History repeats itself, as that particular Airazor figure went on to appear in many more photos, accompanied me to multiple BotCons, a college graduation party (!), and most recently appeared on the official Oliver Brown social media page for their Rise of the Beasts promotion.

RIP Pauline Newstone. May many glasses be raised in your honour. You came, you stooped, and you sure as hell conquered.

#Pauline Newstone #Airazor #Beast Wars #Transformers #Beasties #Rise of the Beasts #Action Figures #Toy Photography #BotCon #Australia #In Memoriam

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outeremissary · 6 months

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9 People You'd Like to Get to Know Better

Tagged by @turbulentpumpkin43. Thanks for thinking of me! I know I haven't been around much (for reasons we don't need to get into), but truly nothing summons me faster than the email notification about a tag game where I know I'm going to have to say something horribly embarrassing about myself.

Three Ships: I mean, if we're counting stuff with OCs then obviously anyone following my knows Balthazar and Tristian (and the wonderful polycule with Vio) is my number one. Aside from that, the latest volume of Witch Hat has fully converted me into an Agott/Coco true believer. I actually did like the Coco/Tarteh vibe but Agott's special brand of slowly changing rival just has me by the throat. Aside from that? Ummm. Elliot and Leo from Pandora Hearts? Does that count? I did my full reread of Pandora Hearts while afk in September and those two have had me since like 2012 or 2013 or whenever they were introduced in the English release. But now that I'm older and more mature I can better appreciate what the messy later arcs had to give, and that's the beauty of a relationship between equals corrupted by a growing imbalance no one has the strength to acknowledge and devotion so deep it tears both of their lives apart. That's awesome. 11/10, everyone read Pandora Hearts and I'm not even joking

First Ever Ship: Gamers, back in early 2012 when I was in middle school and could only see images on the computer at school because searching for anything visual online was mega bad for rural internet, a friend of mine used a science classroom computer to discover you could find non-canon images of The Legend of Zelda if you searched terms like "Link blue" and scrolled down a couple rows. I distinctly remember this as the first ever time I really understood the concept of "fan art," and more importantly as my entry into fandom as we all began to realize many of these came from the same site: a place called "DeviantArt." Some of these contained such salacious and unthinkable things as two boys holding hands and blushing, and also both of those boys were Link. I was so captivated by these mysterious images that I followed them to their Four Swords Adventures manga RP fandom source, where I am not proud to say the first "ship" I adopted as such was Vio (Violet Link for people who spent their time doing better things at thirteen) and Shadow (Shadow Link, of course). That's right, everyone! It was edgy Link selfcest yaoi between a traitor and an angsty villain all the way down!!! And you know what? When I write that I don't think my taste has changed. Except the selfcest. Mostly.

The other, more respectable first ship I remember not long after that was Ulquihime. What can I say, there's just something about the Stockholm syndrome of it all.

Last Song: No title - REOL. Narrowly missed this being edgy early Vocaloid. I've been revisiting old favorites recently.

Last Movie: I'm pretty sure it was Surf's Up. For whatever reason my friend decided we should rewatch it when I visited him a few weeks ago. Holds up better than it should, but I've rewatched it twice in little over a year and truly that is my Surf's Up limit. That trip was also when my friend forced me to watch Barbie and the D&D movie. Look at me catching up on relevant pop culture only for fucking Surf's Up to be what made this list.

Currently Reading: I'm pretty sure this came up last time, but because I haven't gotten started on a better book since then I'm unfortunately still periodically chipping at The Thousand Deaths of Ardor Benn. This book fucking sucks. Don't read it. If we could manga and stories that are actually good I recently did a Witch Hat Atelier reread after getting volume 11!!! That volume is. So painfully personal.

Currently Watching: Cyberpunk: Edgerunners and Jujutsu Kaisen season 2. JJK is with my friend for weekly hangout, but Edgerunners is a solo endeavor because it was bumming him out way too much. Good show though. Also JJK was way more of a bummer than expected in ways that caught me off guard??? I'm not getting over what happened to that girl, I really got fucking got by that scene. Jesus

Currently Consuming: Nothing. Just finished dinner, where I had a chicken sandwich and fries. I need groceries. It's dire.

Currently Craving: doing something creative, but that would require moving the giant zine pile on my chair........ this is how I'm procrastinating

I'm sorry, but I'm actually not tagging anyone on this tonight! I haven't been on enough lately to know who has or hasn't done it, and frankly I'm not ready to be back on Tumblr enough to map that out. If you're seeing this and want to do it, please go ahead and do it. Tag me like I tagged you, we are collaborators in this and I want to see what you say.

#I'll be real gamers the selfcest devil has whispered in my ear a time or two as I've continued to workshop my DUrge #I'm not elaborating on that.#anyway with this up it's time to move the zine pile that also stopped me from adding a Spotify link and try to do some stuff #my terrifying backlog won't work through itself...#tag game #turbulentpumpkin43 #I feel like I've told one or two of these stories before so Ash. I'm sorry if any of these bits are played out.

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channeleven · 1 year

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LTA: Velma

So, after years of going against the majority, I found something that truly broke me. When it comes to shows deemed the worst ever, I want to save that label for something that clearly wasn't compounded by internal issues. I want to save it for something that was released as it was intended, had the budget necessary to make it, is a full complete product, and most of all, lacks any endurability.

Velma has to be the worst show I have ever... heard of. Yeah I haven't seen the show, just some in-depth reviews, but look at it like this. I don't have an account on HBO Max, it's a waste of money at this point, and said reviews show me everything I need to know about it. Frankly watching a full episode is more painful than the average JayExci video.

Here's what I know of it, along with any other tidbits I could find.

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I went into Velma with one question in mind, is this the worst HBO Max show ever, is this worse than Santa Inc.? Technically, yes, at least on IMDb this has a slightly lower rating than Santa Inc. Problem solved, short answer.

Long answer, Velma is part of a continuing trend of, well, adapting existing properties to suit the audiences of today, in a case of what I'd like to call... outrage marketing. People see a recurring trend of those losing their shit with beloved properties having characters portrayed by those of different races, they take to YouTube and Twitter to complain, and boom, free publicity, and if anyone dares to criticize it, they would be the assholes in that regard.

Before the show came out, I could swear I saw some people show anger over people being angry with the show, but that was a while ago so I won't say anything more on that. From the first trailer, I understood that the creators had nothing but spite in mind, why else would it feature someone complaining about a reboot doing race swapping? I had expected this show to do well with its target audience, with outrage from the cirque du Quartering, Geeks and Gamers and No Bullshit... then the show came out.

If Velma didn't kill the good will of modern reboots, it certainly left a huge gash in the prospect. Barring professional critic reviews because those are typically bullshit, nobody liked Velma, at all, and as the first season went on it only got worse, and worse, and worse, and I was thinking, Scooby-Doo is the luckiest dog in the world to not get involved with this.

If you want full episode reviews, check out those by MJTanner, she does a good job at bringing up the worst of the show.

From the beginning, this series was created by comedian Mindy Kaling, The Office, The Mindy Project, The some other things I haven't heard of. Mindy has based her aura on pure snark with some hidden spite for those around her, and if that's just a blind generalization, Velma is not gonna do any favors.

This is a dark take on Scooby-Doo, something that the series has never been a stranger to. I love the direct-to-video Scooby-Doo movies, as in those from the 90s because there's a hell of a lot more that I'd be indirectly pointing out. Mystery Incorporated... not so much, honestly I feel as though it surrendered to cliches and tried too hard in certain areas, seriously, who was clambering for a romantic subplot with Shaggy and Velma?

Hey, remember that Daphne and Velma movie that nobody talks about anymore?

I bring up Mystery Incorporated because I feel as though Velma takes some elements from it, at least indirectly. For starters, Fred has corrupt parents, or at least a corrupt father of sorts, and by the end of the season it turns out one of his parents is evil. That Shaggy and Velma thing, well now that has been swapped around, 'Norville', having been dragged into being something for Velma to latch onto after another leech sponge got away from her, wants her bad, she doesn't, frankly a night with her may lead to a murder mystery in and of itself.

Let's make this clear, Velma is a bitch, to put it lightly, either that or she is used as a vessel for the world to see the true Mindy Kaling, no wait that is exactly true. I'd be saying this about her no matter my race, creed, sexuality, and anything else that may apply.

Velma feels like a forced deconstruction of Scooby-Doo at large, along with other teen dramas. But why assume when you can hear most characters illustrate that aura off the bat? The blood of meta humor lays on She-Hulk and Velma's hands. And of course they go into common cliches of shows that approach social issues, things are handed to you on a silver platter if you're a man, those of other races deserve to be implicated for supervising young girls, some other things that left my head because only the worst elements shall remain.

Even the prospect of a murder mystery seems like a wet fart, and a cliche in and of itself, you have an adult-themed Scooby-Doo series, of course someone's gonna be murdered.

In terms of actor trivia, the only other one I recognize is Glenn Howerton, like fuck dude did you love That 80s Show so much you wanted desperately to land a more contemptuous role to justify it?

The animation is good, bar any technical aspects picked up by more keen eyes, but that just makes it worse. I picked up a complex where if I see anything too expressive, I get agitated, and this show has a ton of hammy expressions throughout it.

One last thing I could say, people claim Scooby-Doo is not part of this, beyond an acronym cameo, but I have a feeling that if there is gonna be a season two, that girl they threw in, Gigi... the whole thing was that someone has been stealing the brains of various girls, and Velma's mom happened to be in on it, at least to be an accomplice of sorts, and since Scooby-Doo isn't in this...

If in season 2 Velma switches Gigi's brain with that of a great dane to prevent any chances of Norville getting back with her, people would be grateful to not have seen Scooby-Doo to start with. For all I know if they can have two cockroaches do it, they'd have someone take doggy style to a whole new level.

But Why is Velma the Worst?

Admittedly some would latch onto the claim that Velma defiled childhoods everywhere and that everyone is mean, and while I do see that as a legitimate issue, but for my reason, let's lay out some context.

Take every show or game that has the aura of female comedians who happen to not be very funny, socio political commentary or just an all round toxic atmosphere, Magical Girl Friendship Squad, Our Cartoon President, Steven Universe, Santa Inc, Life is Strange, High Guardian Spice, Deadend Paranormal Park... I dunno, Biatches!, what do these shows have in common? One thing and one thing only.

You get what you paid for.

Yeah, a majority of these shows aren't very good, but you know what you can expect with them, that is on the nose references to political happenings, dick jokes, and stuff.

With Velma, you go into this expecting some socio-commentary, that trailer, Judy Jetson goddamnit, but you don't go expecting cringe meta humor, overly on the nose commentary with little of that metaness, a hokey twist and Velma setting South-Asians back, I'm tempting fate here, but do you want someone like Mindy Kaling, excuse me, Velma, to serve as a voice of any kind to anyone.

I don't give that implication, but I do want to see people be represented, I do, my problem is that the worst possible people are used as a voice for them, and of course the kinds of people those shows attract that poison the well, so to speak. Honestly, maybe the professional critics should hear fans out, for everything in life holds a kernel of truth.

The truth is, even if this show gets a second season, how could anyone climb out of this? How can anyone justify this (beyond it being non-cannon)? What good has this show done other than pleasing Mindy? Is Glenn Howerton becoming the new Cam Clarke?

Point is, no matter where people lean or what background they come from, Velma is a painful experience, that can only truly be enjoyed by one extreme or the other.

#velma hbo max #velma show #velma scooby doo #velma

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