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ladykailitha · 1 year

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If I Rescue You, Will You Rescue Me, Too? Part 4

We finally get to the concert part of all of this. And the start of The Plan.

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Steve was in such a hurry to get home and actually shower that he wasn’t watching where he was going and barreled straight into Wayne.

“Oh shit!” he said, bending down to help the man pick up all the books and papers that Steve had knocked to the ground.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured.

Wayne chuckled. “It’s all right, I’d be in a rush to get out of here to if it was me.”

Steve blushed. “The nurse told me that Eddie’s going to have the room to himself now.”

Wayne grinned. “He’d like that. Not having to share with anyone else. Not that he had a problem sharing with you.”

Steve scratched his cheek nervously. “I didn’t mind sharing with him, either.”

Wayne raised an eyebrow. “I would have thought with you used to having everything to yourself that sharing would have chaffed.”

He shrugged. “It gets lonely up in that big house all by myself.”

Wayne pursed his lips but left it alone.

Steve picked up the last paper and looked at it in confusion. “What’s this?” He handed the paper back to Wayne.

Wayne read the flyer. “Oh, it’s that concert Ed was saving up for.” He gave it back to him. “Looks like he won’t be able to go now.”

April 6th. “I mean he could, his doctor said a week if he’s lucky,” Steve murmured.

Wayne shook his head. “He didn’t have all the money to go. That’s why he was so willing to sell to that girl.”

Steve frowned. “That’s too bad.” He held up the flyer. “Do you mind if you I keep this?”

Wayne shook his head. “Go ahead. I don’t think he’d want the reminder that he can’t go now.”

Steve nodded. “I’ll probably be back to visit him later.”

Wayne squeezed his arm. “You do that. I think he’d like that.”

He blushed and went to the patient pick up where Nancy and Robin were waiting for him to take him home.

“Thanks, guys,” Steve mumbled as he slid into the front seat of the Wheelers car.

“You’re welcome,” Nancy said. “I’m just glad it wasn’t more serious.”

“That’s because I had a great nurse,” he teased.

Robin smacked the back of his head. “Why nurse and not doctor?”

“Ow! Robbie!” he protested. “Because doctors don’t do the actual work, nurses do that. Shit, dude.”

Robin paused for a moment. “Yeah, all right.”

Nancy giggled, but stopped when Steve glared at her. She pursed her lips to hide her smile, but Steve saw it anyway.

“What’s a guy got to do get some respect here?” he grumped, sliding down in his seat to sulk.

Even though he was mostly joking, it was something that did bother him. How many lives did he have to save? How many monsters did he have to kill? How many people did he have to protect to get people to see that he had grown since high school?

“Aww...” Robin teased. “We pick on you because we love you.”

He shrugged and grudgingly accepted it, but he was quiet all the ride home. Once Nancy had drove off and Robin had helped him up the stairs to his room, she asked, “Hey, what’s up? We were only teasing in the car.”

Steve shrugged. “It’s not that...” Robin raised a skeptical eyebrow and he sighed. “It’s not entirely about that. I mean it bothers me a little that people still treat me like we’re still in high school, but that’s not what’s upsetting me.”

He sat down on the bed while she rifled through his drawers for clean clothes.

“So what is the problem?” she asked, filing away the high school thing for later.

He pulled the flyer out of his pocket and handed it to her.

“Ozzy Osborne headlining Metallica?” she read out loud. “Wait...why does that sound so familiar?”

“Ozzy is who Eddie compared me to when I ripped that demobat in half,” Steve muttered, “and Metallica is the band that the song he played to distract the bats while we were going after Vecna.”

Robin sat down on the bed next to him. Hard. “Shit. He was going to go to this, wasn’t he?”

Steve nodded. “He was trying to scrape up enough money to go.”

Her eyes went wide. “Chrissy!”

He hung his head between his hunched shoulders. “I kept thinking all the way home about how it wasn’t fair he was dragged into this nightmare because he wanted to go to some concert.”

She took his hand and squeezed it tight. “I mean, even if we could get the money to buy a ticket for him, there’s no chance his doctors will let him go to a metal concert.”

“I know,” he mumbled, thumbing the ring on her hand. “But part of me wants to try anyway.”

“Go get your shower, dingus,” she said, helping him to his feet. “Maybe you’ll figure it out once your brain isn’t fried.”

Steve nodded and headed into the nearby bathroom. He turned the water as hot as he could stand. He hadn’t gone this long without showering in...well...if he was honest, only when the Upside Down happened.

He let the water wash over all his body. The bottom of the tub turned brown with dirt and dried blood. He couldn’t scrub but even getting the surface shit off his skin felt like sin. He washed his hair three times before he was satisfied that it was clean. He turned off the water and slid out of shower. He put on the clothes Robin had picked out for him.

It was just another sweater and pair of sweatpants. He put them on gratefully and stepped out to his room. Robin was still on his bed looking at the flyer.

“I think I might have an idea,” she said without looking up.

Steve chuckled. “I thought I was the one that was supposed to be thinking while I was in the shower.”

She waved him off and licked her lips slowly. “What if contacted the venue or band or whatever and told them that we had a huge fan that got hurt during the earthquake and would like to see them. We could get a couple of cheapo tickets and he could see them.”

“Who would go with him?” Steve asked, coming to sit next to her.

“You.”

He reared back. “No. Why–I can’t go. No. I don’t even listen to that kind of music. One of his actual friends or Dustin maybe.”

Robin shook her head. “It wouldn’t be fair for the other two boys if only one of them got to go. And for Dustin, he wouldn’t be able to help Eddie get around the venue.”

Steve gaped at her open-mouthed.

She bumped him with her shoulder. “And then there’s the fact you like like him.”

He tried to speak, but no words came out.

Robin raised an eyebrow. “You can’t even deny it.”

Steve hung his head. “I don’t even–I just...I don’t know!” He threw his arms in the air and abruptly stood up. He started pacing, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. “Do I like boys? Both? What if my entire sexuality is a lie? Was he flirting with me? But he was also telling me to get back together with Nancy. Which you were doing too, by the way.”

Robin opened her mouth and then closed it again. “Yeah, fair. But that was before you abandoned Nancy and I to finish off Vecna when you heard Dustin screaming Eddie’s name.”

“Why was he flirting with me if he wanted me to get back with Nancy?” he asked again. “Because if he was interested why throw Nance at me? Or if he wanted me to get back with her why did he flirt with me? It’s messing with my head, Robs!”

She stood up and grabbed his arms to steer him back onto the bed. “Let me explain something to you as the resident queer. I think the Nancy thing was seeing if you were interested in her and if you weren’t then he could admit he liked you. To test the waters so to speak. I was doing the same thing only about Nancy.”

Steve looked up at her blankly. Robin waited for the lights to come on and he mouthed, “oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

“Too bad Nancy is happy with Jonathan,” Steve murmured.

“You’re missing the point, dingus,” she said softly. “He wanted to make sure that you were interested in boys before he put the moves on you. Only you had the weirdest reaction.”

Steve blinked, furrowing his brow. “I don’t understand.”

“Most straight guys would have pushed him away,” Robin said. “Only you didn’t, at least not violently. But you also didn’t flirt back. You acted confused.”

“I was confused,” he whined. “Still am if I’m honest.”

“Which is fine,” Robin said holding up her hands. “Finding out you aren’t as straight as you thought is absolutely terrifying. I can’t even imagine what you must be going through right now. I always knew I liked girls. This must be like a bombing dropping on you.”

“Or a demogorgon,” he muttered darkly.

“Or one of those, definitely,” she agreed. “But the point is that your reaction wasn’t what he expecting so he had to try other avenues to see if you were interested. Hence the Nancy test.” She spread her fingers wide to emphasize her point.

“Oh.” He threw his head back and rubbed his hands over his face. “I failed, didn’t I?”

“No, no,” she murmured. “Results were inconclusive. However if you do this for him...”

“He’ll know how I feel about him?” Steve asked, hopeful.

“Right in one.”

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musings-of-a-rose · 9 months

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Okay so for Robbie (Ghost Rider) x Reader, I was thinking where the reader was going after the Watchdogs and the reader got hurt in the process where Robbie see her and then they got into a slight argument where it is dangerous to go after the Watchdogs.

So a slight angst but fluff at the end. It’s fine that you don’t want to do this one.

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Ok, I really fucked up this time. I had gotten some intel that a higher up member of the Watchdogs that I’ve been trying to find for months was meeting a weapons dealer in a warehouse across town. I probably should’ve planned this better, but it was last minute and I couldn’t wait.

Which may cost me my life.

As I stare down the barrel of the gun pointed directly at my face, a man with a mask yelling at me to tell them who I work for, I find myself thinking of only him. Robbie Reyes. My Robbie, the love of my life. I should’ve listened to him when he told me to back down from chasing the Watchdogs, but I was so close. And here I am, about to die for nothing. I wish I could see Robbie one last time. I screw my eyes shut, waiting for the end.

And then screams erupt from all around me, the sounds of people flying and hitting the various shelves and barrels stacked around, smacking against the floor. And the smell. Burning flesh as the screams are silenced one by one, the gunshots that had been going off slowing to a stop, the shells clinking to the cold, hard floor. I crack an eye open, already knowing who I’d see when my eyesight adjusts. A man with a flaming skull head approaches me, tossing a thick chain over his shoulder. He kneels in front of me, his dark eye sockets boring into my own eyes as the flames disappear and Robbie appears, grunting and shaking his head as his skin grows back, his deep eyes the last things I see before I black out.

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When I wake, I’m in his room, Robbie sitting next to me on the bed, checking over the bandages placed over various places on my body.

“How long was I out?” I croak, suddenly needing a glass of water.

“A day or so. Doc checked you out. Slight internal bruising and a shit ton of external ones.”

I try to move and gasp at the pain. “Fuck you slight.”

“Why were you there?”

“You know why.”

“I told you not to go.”

I sigh. “I was so close, Robbie. I had to try-”

“No! You didn’t! You almost died today.”

“But I didn’t!”

He gets up, pacing the room like he does when he’s angry. “But you almost did! And where would that have left Gabe? Where would that have left me?”

“I…what does it matter? I’m trying to protect you both from them!”

Robbie slams his fist on his dresser and I jump at the sound. “I told you, I can take care of them!”

“But-”

He walks over to me, sitting on the bed directly in front of me. “No buts. I can take care of them but what I can’t do is lose you. I…I wouldn’t be half the man I am without you. I love you, chica. Isn’t that enough?”

Tears stream from my eyes and I suck in some air at the pain. “You are enough, Robbie. I just.. I didn’t want you to think I wasn’t useful.”

His eyes soften. “Not useful? Chica, you save my life every day by just being with me. I have no idea what I’ve done to deserve you, but I know I can’t live without you.”

“I love you too, Robbie.”

He cups my face, careful to not upset the bruising and scrapes littered across it. His eyes catch my gaze and I can feel the love pouring from him. “Can you promise me you’ll stop chasing them? If you hear something, you’ll tell me and I’ll- we’ll handle it?”

By we he meant the Rider and him and honestly, after nearly dying, this is an easy answer.

“Of course. I promise.”

“Thank you, chica.”

He cuddles in next to me, careful to avoid hurting me as I snuggle in next to him, hand in his chest as I feel his heart beat and feel incredibly lucky to have him in my life.

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blueberrypancakesworld · 10 months

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In love with you

sub!Charlie Walker x dom/Ghostface!fem reader

warning : smut, p in v , chocking, kissing, knife play, blood play, mommy kink, a very very whiny messy Charlie, both are mentally not really sane, riding, tw : death, blood, use of Y/n, hope it's not too much out of character, minors don't interact

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Info : Glad to be back, glad to have my smut back and very glad that you all want some Charlie juice ;) It was really fun to write even if it was a little difficult because I had multiple ideas (eventho the more whinyer the better) I hope you all like it

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She loves to hold the knife in her hand. Feeling the heavy cold metal when you stabbed. The warm blood and the screams were beautiful. Just being able to do whatever she wanted and see how others reacted. To watch and let the police grope in the dark. Loved putting on the mask and the dark robe.

Loved coming up with the plan with Jill. How they had meticulously planned everything together. Every death, every trap, every phone call and every stab to the last of their victims.

The sacrifices that would make Jill famous, give her the spotlight she wanted. Finally giving her friend the love she wanted. Charlie Walker, her friend and classmate at film club.

The sweet shy nerd with the fluffy brown wavy hair, the infinitely beautiful blue eyes and just cute. Jill wanted the limelight but Y/n just wanted her Charlie. Her sweet little Charlie. She, Jill, Kirby and just about everyone knew Charlie had a thing for her.

Knew that the brown haired one was always looking after her, complimenting her, helping her and almost following her around like a dog.

But when it came to the first step she had already made more than a hundred times, he retreated in panic. A thing that was cute for her but also frustrating, which is why she teamed up with Jill. Because the deal was simple not only did they both want to get rid of some people.

The desire to finally get what they wanted was all the more tempting. ,,You get Charlie and I'll get my fans" she remembered Jill's words when the brown-haired girl met her. One of many meetings in different places where they talked for hours.

But even if the legendary Sideny and Gales had come along, the Stabathon was inevitable. Just a phase of the plan she thought as she looked around the barn. Spotted her course mates, a few of her friends and saw Charlie standing next to Robby watching them film the baton.

They were each having a drink like everyone else in the red plastic cups. The white shirt suited him, highlighting his dark hair and blue eyes. She saw him smirk slightly and let his gaze wander until he caught sight of her. She swayed towards him and smiled even wider, seeing him sway back slightly and his cheeks turn pink.

He smoothed down his shirt as he saw her coming towards him. "Awkward and cute" she thought as she arrived in front of him and saw Robby give them both a little space. ,,Good evening Charlie" she said playfully polite and sipped her drink. He almost flinched as his eyes looked up from her body to her eyes.

He seemed to know she saw everything and yet he didn't hide it. At least he didn't try. ,,Evening Y/n you look good I mean you always do" he quickly corrected himself and ran a hand through his hair.

She thought his cheeks were getting even redder. Damn cute. ,,Thanks Charlie, you too," she replied before walking past him and letting her hand wander up his arm.

He heard him hold his breath, his eyes moving back and forth between the floor and her. He didn't know what to do and seemed too overwhelmed. ,,I'll see you later," she murmured and gave him a knowing wink before leaving him alone. The evening was going to be wonderful.

After Jill had shown up as Ghostface and panicked. Had everyone terrified and Y/n had just played the terrified panic like everyone else. Keeping the smile on her lips from showing, she soon reached Charlie in the chaos.

The brown-haired man was both excited, scared and worried. ,,Are you all right? Did something happen to you? Are you hurt?" was the first thing he asked when he saw her leaning against one of the hay bales outside. What wouldn't you do for love? she thought and leaned further. Running in high heels was no fun but she would do anything for Charlie.

She shook her head, feigning insecurity and fear as she breathlessly said, ,,No, I'm fine, I'm scared". She saw his look of sympathy, his blue eyes flitting over her, looking to see if she was injured. ,,The main thing is that you are alright, the police are here now" he replied and she saw him, unsure of what to do, seemingly put his hand on hers.

She saw his fingers shaking from the adrenaline and devotion. ,,Thank you Charlie," she said hastily and reached for his hand, squeezing it lightly and giving him a grateful look. She saw how he seemed to forget everything and gave a stammering ,,Gladly - always for you" as he helped her down to the car park.

The car park was just a somewhat flat area with all the cars. Arriving at his car, she leaned against it slightly and watched as he looked for his mobile phone. ,,Wait a minute," he murmured and gave her a smile before he called Robby and she knew exactly what it was about.

She knew exactly what he was asking, what was going to happen. He had fallen into the trap. ,,Hey, Robbie, me and Jill and Kirby are going to watch the Stabathon...do you want to come?" he asked, gesturing from his phone to his car. Too easy, she thought, remembering how safe the plan she and Jill had come up with was. It really was too easy.

Pretending to think for a moment and look at her phone she finally said, ,,Sure I mean it's safe...especially with you". Seeing how it made him proud that she trusted him so much, that she needed him, that he was needed. Before they both got into his car and drove away from the barn. For Charlie there was only his y/n and for her there was only Charlie. The evening would be perfect.

The drive only took ten minutes, but it was ten minutes of being together in a small space. ,,So it's a private Stabathon, do you think there's enough room?" she asked, looking up at him, watching as he let his gaze slide to her for a moment before focusing on the road again.

His fingers tightened around the steering wheel and he concentrated on driving. ,,I mean I don't mind but what if I have to sit on your lap when the couch is too full?" she asked innocently, looking out the smaller window of the passenger seat.

Saw in the reflection of the window how he sought her gaze, how he wanted to see what she meant. Sweetheart wants my attention, he wants to be good for me, it went through her head and she bit her lip for a moment. But her plans and actions would have to wait - it would be all the nicer.

He cleared his throat and stammered something she only half understood. While she smiled softly, she put a hand on his thigh. ,,Let's hope there are enough seats or not," she let the sentence sit in silence, watching him nod apathetically before the last few minutes were driven.

So they arrived at Jill's house and went in together but the party seemed to be halfway through. Robby was already very drunk and Jill was chatting happily with the blonde Kirby. ,,Y/n! You're here too!" her friend Kirby called out and wrapped her in a hug. Feeling the joy and carelessness, she saw the short nod of Jill who also smiled and embraced her.

Everything was perfectly prepared. Sitting down with the other girls, however, she almost saw Charlie. If only Kirby wasn't she thought and her gaze went to the blonde. She liked Kirby, she was nice, friendly and strong.

She might have stayed alive if she hadn't been so unkind to Charlie. The brown-haired man had a crush on the blonde. Even though Y/n was only an observer at the time, it was clear to everyone that Kirby was only playing with him.

Making him hopeful only to let him fall again. Poor Charlie kept jumping at it only to be disappointed. She even thought she saw tears in his eyes once. No one will ever hurt you again it went threw her head and took a sip of her beer.

She continued to watch the group and glanced at Jill from time to time. It was time to start. Not only was it a great advantage that Robby stumbled outside to continue his livestream, but Jill's disappearance left Charlie, Kirby and her alone.

Initially, it was just smaltalk and a little staff watching for the first few moments, but it shouldn't last much longer. Making an uncomfortable noise, she ran her hand over her stomach. Leaning forward slightly, she muttered, ,,I think the alcohol was too much," before standing up and walking to the stairs.

She saw the worried looks on Charlie's and Kirby's faces, both of them worried. One more than the other. ,,Kirby I need you" she mumbled and held a hand over her mouth before hurrying upstairs.

Walking into the large bathroom and letting her acting run wild, she heard Kirby call out, ,,I've got a pill!" moments later and come up to her. Giving her best performance, she started screaming, using the blood from her previous victims and scattering it all over the bathroom. ,,Kir-Kiryb help!" she screamed, knocking things over in the bathroom and screaming even louder.

Before she collapsed with a final scream in a pool of blood on the floor. It was only seconds later that the blonde came rushing in. ,,Y/n oh no what happened?" she asked worriedly her voice strained as she knelt down to her.

She felt her trembling fingers run over her body and tried to bring her into an upright position. But everything was just right. ,,Your playing with Charlie," Y/n murmured and slipped away from Kirby's grasp, who stood there in disbelief. ,,What?" she muttered just before the knife went into her neck.

It came too quickly for the blonde to react. ,,Hypocrite, using him like that! Making fun of him!" she hissed and tore the knife from her neck only to plunge it into her stomach.

Heard the blonde's choking gasp as she somehow tried to stop the wound. But it was no use, only after a few more cuts and stabs, Kirby lay on the floor. Now it was a real pool of blood. She continued to stab the already dead woman and took out all her rage on her.

She scolded her, reproached her for her opinion and felt the adrenaline and this unbelievably good feeling go through her body. Breathing lightly and rising from the dead but still warm body, she brushed the blood from her face. She looked at the small cupboard where Jill had hidden one of the costumes.

She listened, but Charlie seemed either to be hiding or oblivious. Too absorbed in the staff she thought and pulled the robe and mask over herself before gripping the knife tighter. But she didn't look at Kirby again before she turned off the light and pulled the door shut. In the hallway she heard the television on downstairs and even thought she heard Charlie muttering.

He hadn't noticed anything. Turning off the voice changer, she called out, still feeling ill, ,,Cha-Charlie can you help me please!" before disappearing into the darkness of the bedroom, knowing he would come. To her.

She heard his clearing of the throat, his short murmur before he came up the stairs. ,,Y/n? Is everything all right?" he asked and was about to go into the bathroom when she made a deliberate squeak with the door in the bedroom. Hiding in the darkness of the room, she heard him say her name again and go into the room. The light came on and he stepped into the room.

Time to get her thing of the plan. With a jerk she pushed the door shut and stood in front of it. She saw and heard the scream of Charlie who backed away but didn't quite seem to believe what had happened.

But he reacted differently than she had thought, completely differently. ,,Okay Robbie, what is it? Is this some kind of plan with Y/n?" he asked and crossed his arms. He seemed rather annoyed that he had been tricked and frightened.

But she just tilted her head slightly and took a step towards him. ,,Guess again," Ghostface said in his unmistakable voice and Charlie began to play along. He ran his fingers through his hair, unaware of the danger.

He considered playfully and took a step back. ,,Mhhh we are all here. ,,If you're not Robbie and Y/n aren't you Kirby?" he asked, but Ghostface just shook his head before the knife flashed in the light.

The dark blood still clung to the blade. ,,Fake blood is a classic but no if you're not and neither is Robby," he continued to think and leaned against the wall of the room. Ghostface came up to him she looked behind the mask for a sign that he knew.

He thinks I'm innocent ran through her mind and a touched smile came to her lips. She tried something else, hoping for a reaction. His very special reaction. She held the knife out to him and the tip of the blade went to his face.

He realised the blade was real, but he didn't seem entirely convinced. ,,Try it," Ghostface said, and let the silver, blood-soaked blade hover in front of his mouth. ,,Okay?" came the questioning voice and she thought she could almost hear his thoughts. What the hell am I doing here? they seemed to say, but he did it anyway. She watched spellbound at how intimate the whole thing actually was. When his cheeks turned a little pink as he ran his tongue over the blade.

But then it dawned on him. His blue eyes first showed confusion, then disbelief as he looked along the costume. Before he stammered out a ,,No, you-ghostface" and tried to back away. But he didn't get far, he just pressed himself further against the wall.

He was trapped and had built his own trap. She heard his breathing quicken and he seemed to be thinking feverishly about how to get out of the situation. ,,Oh, Charlie, don't," the consumed voice said suddenly as the knife landed in the wall beside his head.

A strangled whimper came from him and he closed his eyes for a moment. Afraid of becoming the next victim. She took off her gloves and her costume before removing her mask. ,,Don't be alarmed, it's only me," she said softly and stepped closer to him. She carefully put a hand on his cheek and lightly ran her thumb up and down his cheek.

She didn't want to frighten him any more. ,,The scare is over, you know?" she asked and reached for his with her other hand. He had clenched his fist and was trembling slightly, yet he was so beautiful. ,,You see, she won't be able to hurt you any more," she continued and took his hand up to hers.

Gave it soft kisses, kissed every knuckle of his fingers, trying to make him understand that she only wanted to save him, wanted to help. ,,What?" he asked but his gaze went to the floor which was only brought back up by her hand on his cheek. He didn't have to hide, he didn't have to pretend like Kirby, he had to show pride.

She felt his fist loosen slightly but still not open. He was still stiff and didn't know what to do. ,,Kirby, I'm talking about that ungrateful, selfish bitch! She took advantage of you and played with you" she said, but even though her words were vulgar, her voice was still soft. ,,You didn't deserve that," she added and saw his gaze go to her, searching for confirmation.

His fist opened and he carefully intertwined his fingers with hers. Lifting his hand again she kissed his hand again wanting to show him how much he meant to her. ,,All this for you, just you," she murmured and her fingers brushed against his cheek, over his lips. She wiped a little bit of the blood from his lips.

Saw him watching her fingers before she licked them lightly. ,,Sweet," she murmured, watching him draw in a shaky breath and his cheeks darken even more. ,,Really?" he said suddenly, seeming to be in a mix of disbelief and bewilderment.

Before she overcame the last movements between them and kissed him. She could feel him whimpering and taste his fear and yet devotion. Saw him close his eyes and she smiled slightly. ,,So good Charlie, all for you," she mumbled to him as she leaned in to his ear.

He slowly relaxed and seemed to realise that she would do anything for him. ,,For me" he mumbled and she thought she could see a short smile on his lips. ,,Yes, just for you," she replied when he finally seemed to understand. He laughed and saw his blue eyes show joy. The two of them had been lost in the madness.

They had found each other in the chaos. ,,You're not going to kill me?" came more like a question from his lips, which had a slight red tinge. Looking at the knife on the wall and then back at him, she shook her head apathetically. ,,Oh no no no" she said and ran her hand through his brown hair.

She felt the softness and his sigh as he seemed relieved. ,,So much for me," he murmured, seeming unable to believe it. She nodded, acknowledging his statement, and watched as he seemed to decide something for himself. They both seemed to intensify in their view and in the madness.

She felt his hands go to her waist before he engaged her in another kiss. How he held on to her almost desperately, not wanting her to leave him. ,,I-I thought you were like them...just playing" she heard him say and heard how brittle and desperate he sounded.

Saw tears creep into his eyes and he sniffled. ,,No, Charlie, no," she said and took his hand before pulling him onto the bed and sitting them both down on it.

He seemed to consider and then gave her a grateful look. ,,So pretty" she spoke her thoughts and saw how it touched him. He loved and enjoyed the praise. ,,So incredibly pretty," she continued and pulled him into another kiss, feeling him cling to the bedspread. A sigh came over his lips and she let her hand wander over his body.

She felt his warmth, his fast heartbeat and his excitement. But that turned into arousal when she looked down at his lap. ,,Oh, Charlie," she playfully taddled and stroked a strand of hair behind his ear.

She saw him looking down at his shot, both embarrassed and taken with it, and only nodded subtly. ,,Tanned by a murderess," she told him the obvious and glanced at the knife.

The blood on the blade he had not taken off was still on it. Just as she rose from the bed he said hastily, ,,Don't go, not you-you're not a murderer to me," he said as if afraid she would leave him because he wasn't good enough.

She smiled slightly with each word from his lips, her devotion to him growing more and more. ,,What am I then?" she asked and took the knife from the wall and slowly came towards him. She saw him swallow and crawl slowly backwards onto the knife. But his gaze did not lose hers.

He was curious to see what she would do next. She came to him on the bed and saw him gasp as she held the knife out to him. ,,Do you want to hold it?" she asked, a glint of madness in her eyes. He looked at her in amazement and she suddenly held the tip of the knife to his neck as she sat on his hips.

A mix of a moan and a swallowed ,,Don't" left his lips as he swallowed. His hands not knowing whether to push her away or pull her closer. ,,Or do you want to feel it? You're getting good, aren't you? For me...for Mommy?" she asked with a small smile as her lips left soft kisses on his face. Seeing him almost whimper at the nickname alone sent a wave of excitement through his body.

She took his brief nod, which caused her to press the knife slightly harder against his neck. ,,Yes-yes mommy" he said hastily and got an appreciative nod as she moved slightly on his hip which made him sit up. He, however, did not dare to move.

She let the tip of the knife pass over his neck for a moment and felt him swallow. The gasp as she began to leave the red stripes.

Before she grabbed his shirt and was about to rip it off when she rose from him and said, ,,Take it off". Embarrassed and slightly awkward, he began to unbutton his shirt while she began to take off her own clothes. Only a few moments later they were both naked. Exposed as they would never be with each other, at least not for real.

But there were many dreams. She saw his upper body, even if it wasn't riddled with muscles like the athletes on the football team, she found it even more beautiful. Charlie's cheeks became even redder as he was exposed to her gaze and murmured only a ,,please" as he lay back on the bed.

Coming to his plea, she sat back on him and felt his already aroused cock before she grasped the knife again. The blade flashed in the light again and Charlie's fingers played with the bedspread. Placing the blade against his torso, she first began to spread soft kisses over the pale skin.

Every time her lips touched his warm skin he seemed to wake up. Mumbling how good she was, how he didn't deserve her, he thanked her. ,,So good for me" she murmured, looking to him to see him seeking her gaze only to engage him in another kiss.

Heard his moan as her free hand went down to his cock and stroked it teasingly. ,,Please...Mommy...more" he mumbled and moved his hips slightly to get more contact. But at the same moment she had left the first red streaks on his torso which made him cry and beg even more. ,,You can be so good" she reminded him and wiped away a tear with her hand to praise him.

She knew about his condition, but she also knew he would be able to endure it. He would do anything for her. Saw his nod before she continued to run the knife over his body and he pulled himself together not to plead.

He tried to muffle the sounds echoing in the room with the back of his hand. Which was pointless, of course, but he tried. He tried hard to show her that he could do it.

Didn't want to disappoint her. He cried out when she broke his skin with the knife. It was only a small trickle of blood that flowed down his torso. But for her it was everything.

Quickly licking the blood with her tongue, apologetically but greedily, she sighed excitedly. ,,Such a good boy," she praised and felt his hands on her hips as he carefully ran over her skin. ,,Ah-nu-mhhh-just for you," he murmured and threw his head into the pillow as she continued to make his skin break open.

With her tongue and fingers she caught the blood and licked it off, her own arousal increasing. ,,Here," she said in a voice filled with lust as she held out her fingers, still a little stained with his blood.

Without a murmur he opened his mouth and began to suck on her fingers, licking them clean of the blood of his own. ,,Can't get enough of me, can you?" she asked the obvious question and heard the muffled moan diminished by her fingers.

How well-behaved and obedient he was to her. ,,Such a good boy must be rewarded," she told him her thoughts and took her fingers out of his mouth, which he acknowledged with a whimper. Instead, her free hand slid down to his cock again. Giving it a few strokes, she felt the precum already spilling from the tip.

He desperately tried not to move his hips as she continued to praise him. ,,I know it's going to get better, sweetie," she said and gave him a reassuring kiss before repositioning herself and settling on his cock moments later. Both parties moaned and her fingers scratched over his torso.

Sinter left more strimming and Charlie's hands held tight to her hips. ,,Ah-so,so good" she said and began to move at a pace that was comfortable for her. Charlie had to wait. While she found her tempo, she tightened her grip on the knife. Drawing it across his torso again before using her other hand to run it through his hair.

Making him hold still and moan pathetically as she pulled on it. ,,Mommy! More-ah...please-please" he said tearfully and she pulled harder on his hair to expose his neck. Not to be dissuaded by her pace, which was too slow for him, she began to suck on his aorta.

She felt the rapid heartbeat under her lips, the whimpering, sobbing and moaning. ,,All yours" she heard him say, a sentence his lust-ridden brain could just about manage.

As she finished macking him and stroked her thumb over the work before her hand wrapped around his neck. ,,I got you baby" she purred and moaned as she increased the pace as requested.

Her noises mingled with his and she squeezed harder. Hearing his stifled moans, the tears running from his blue eyes through the pain and lust.

As she continued to stroke his body with the knife. ,,So ah-mhh-so good" he gasped even though she hardly understood, they were both too caught up in the lust. She saw him blush slightly from the oxygen deprivation.

Before she released him after a few seconds only to kiss him greedily again. Taking his moans with her as she bit his lip and tasted his blood. Her insides tightened around his cock and it twitched in response.

They both wanted to climax and finally let go. ,,Are you-fuck gonna be good?" she asked, resting her hands on his torso again, steadying herself to keep the pace. Keeping the movement just right. He nodded hastily before crying, ,,Yes, I'll be good-ah real good," and taking his hands away from him.

Not touching her and letting her do it. But first it was her turn, it only took a few more movements and another look from the tearful, pretty darling brought her to her climax. Moaning his name and clawing at him, she came down slowly from her high a few moments later. Breathing heavily, she put aside the knife she still had in her hand.

Before she turned her gaze to Charlie, who couldn't have looked more handsome and equally in love. ,,Please-I-I please...let me come," he begged, tears continuing to flow down his warm cheeks and she felt his patheticness arouse her. Putting her hand on his cheek and stroking him she praised him and said, ,,A good boy can come in Mommy". Before he released himself inside her only seconds later and he clung to her.

A slight tremor went over his body and he gave himself to her. ,,You were so good for me" she praised and stayed on him for a moment. Let him come down from his climax before she broke away from him, much to his chagrin.

He whimpered at the loss of her warmth before he snuggled against her. ,,You were better to me," he murmured and she pulled him even closer.

Stroked his brown hair and heard his exhausted sigh. ,,I'll always be best to you...I love you Charlie" she replied and gave him a kiss on the top of his head before he murmured ,,I love you too" and closed his eyes. Glancing at the still closed door, she snuggled up to him as well. She knew that all she had to do now was fall asleep.

Because if the police came then they were what they were. They were the horny couple who had not heard about all the murders. They were just the couple and no Ghostface.

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#charlie walker scream #charlie walker x reader #charlie walker #reader is female #afab character #use of y/n #smut #mommy kink #blood play #knife play #scream 4 #scream movie #ghostface #kissing #blood

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am-i-interrupting · 1 year

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A Glimpse Of The Past

Prologue

Master List

Tags: 740 words, eventual Rauru x Reader x Sonia, sheikah!reader

Things had been going according to the plan. It started out as a normal day. You got dressed in your armor, pulled your hair into a bun, put on a jacket as well as the eyewear Purah had made for you (they helped enhance your vision to see the smallest details, they were the same make as the ones she and Robbie wore), and grabbed your weapon and shield.

You were going beneath the castle to search for the source of a new sickness spreading throughout Hyrule. You’d run into some keese but that was no issue. You found a mural of the history of Hyrule. Zelda’s excitement had been adorable to witness.

Then you’d descended a set of stairs and found a body with a hand inside the chest. The hand fell. A small, tear shaped object rolled onto the ground with it. Zelda picked it up.

The body animated. It cracked and twisted in jagged ways. The eyes looked towards her and lit. A substance which reminded you of the gloom which was theorized to be the cause of the sickness, lunged for her.

Link ran in front of her and deflected it. You placed your hand on her arm as you used your body to shield her. Your kodachi in hand; Link’s master sword in his own.

The gloom seemed to attack the sword, making it decay. Then it went for his arm. You pushed Zelda back. The body spoke. It said your names, all of your names. Instead of answering Zelda’s question as to how it knew them, it assaulted the ceiling.

The world began to shake and crumble. The platform with the body descended down. The ground beneath your feet crumbled.

Everything went dark.

Then there was a gentle shaking that brought light. You opened your eyes, blinked several times, and then saw them. In front of you were two figures, both of which you’d never seen. A moment of confusion followed by clarity as you abruptly sat up and looked around.

On the ground, not far behind you, was where she laid. Her eyes closed, as though she was also asleep.

You glanced at the figures. You didn’t see any visible weapons and making sure she was okay would be worth the risk. You moved over to her.

“Zelda,” you said as you shook her awake with the same gentleness you had been.

She looked up at you. She accepted your help to get up before she noticed the people behind you. This time she was the one to pull you away.

You looked at them more closely this time. The woman had blonde hair and brown skin covered in white markings. She looked hylian.

The man beside her, however, did not. His ears were long and furred. Along his hairline were four small horns. His face a bit more animalistic than hylian.

Both wore clothes you’d never seen before.

“We didn’t mean to startle you. I’m sorry,” the woman said. “It’s okay. My nana is Sonia.”

“And could we ask what your names are?” the man said.

“I am the daughter of King Rhoam of Hyrule, Zelda,” she said with a level of authority in her voice she so rarely used. She then gave your name, “a member of the Sheikah along with their research facilities and trusted guard.”

“What an unexpected answer. We are the King and Queen who founded Hyrule after all,” he said with a look to Sonia. “Or at least, we were last time that I checked.”

It was your turn to share a glance with your partner. “You founded Hyrule?” you asked with a knot welling up inside your chest.

“You’re the king?”

He gave a small hum and a nod. “I am Rauru, King Rauru of Hyrule.”

You closed your eyes and sighed. This would reach the top of your list titled “Misadventures with Princess Zelda.”

She looked around the area. “Are we need the Great Plateau?” she asked but she didn’t wait for an answer before she began walking away.

“Princess!” you called after her. “We are in unknown lands,” you told her as you caught her wrist, “we must be careful.”

“I will be and if worst comes to worst, I have you to protect me.” You made a face given the most recent circumstances. “I just want to get a good view, see what’s changed and if we really are,” her voice trailed off.

#rauru x sonia x reader #Rauru x reader x Sonai #king rauru x you #king rauru x reader #rauru x you #rauru x reader #sonia x reader #sonia x you #queen sonia x you #Queen Sonia x reader

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kaycode1999 · 1 year

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Techno-Organic Reader x Earthspark Bumblebee

This was a request from @technoorganicmic

Important information:

As a techno organic, Y/N can be either human height or grow to the size of bot (tall enough her/his/their head comes to Bee’s Autobot insignia). She/he/they have a blaster arm and a shield arm. She/he/they were created when one of the military scientists working with the Autobots came into contact with a protoform.

15 years ago ( a few days before the end of the war)

Y/N and Bee sit side by side on the edge of one of the ledges near the top of Mt. St. Hillary just as the sun begins to set. “ Bee?” Y/N speaks up, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled over the two. Bee makes a hum of acknowledgment turning his head to face her/him/them, “ I’m worried” Y/N says. “ About what?” Bee questions, “ GHOST” Y/N explains. “ Why? Did something happen?” Bee asks, “ Not exactly. But I’ve noticed they’ve been getting more and more secretive lately. Like there’s something they don’t want us seeing” Y/N says “ I don’t have any proof but I can’t shake this feeling that they’re up to something bad. Even Optimus doesn’t seem to trust them completely, I mean they aren’t allowed anywhere Tele-traan 1 and he is very careful about who he picks to work with them”.

“ Now that you mention it, I’ve noticed the same thing” Bee agrees. “ And now that Megatron has joined us- the war is nearly over. Something tells me is won’t be in my favor to be a techno organic that isn’t under their thumb” Y/N says, Bee gets a sad look on his face before taking Y/N’s hand. “ Are you saying you’re thinking of leaving?” Bee asks, “ It’s either that or I might end up like the Decepticons they plan to lock up. I’ll stay until the war is over…. But the second it ends I have to disappear. And you should think about doing the same” Y/N says. A look of pure heart break flashes across Bee’s optics which causes a lump to form in Y/N’s throat, “ Bee” Y/N says giving his hand a squeeze “ We’ll see each other again. I promise”. Bee gives her/him/them a sad smile and nods, the two slowly get to their feet and Y/N throws her/his/their arms around his neck in a tight hug. After a few moments she/he/they slightly pull away just enough to place a kiss on Bee’s cheek. Y/N then steps away just slightly, chuckling at Bee’s shy expression. “ Come on, let’s go meet up with the others” Y/N says, and the two head back down to the Ark and the other Autobots.

Present Day

Y/N lays across the couch in her/his/their apartment reading a book when the weirdest thing happens. Her/his/their eyes start glowing as a message from some middle aged brown haired man with strange eyebrows and two cybertronian arms starts to play.

“ My Terran troublemakers” he starts (and Y/N notices to two young kids behind him who look terrified as they are surrounded by several spider bots) “ as you can see, I have taken your human siblings. All five of you will meet me at the Witwiki race track at 5 o’clock this afternoon, and I wouldn’t try to get help from anyone or- Well, I think you can imagine what happens to poor Mo and Robby if you don’t follow my instructions”

The man gives an evil smirk before the message ends and everything goes back to normal. Y/N gasps and sits up on the couch with eyes widening in surprise. She/her/his mind starts racing for several moments before one thought comes through stronger than the rest.

“ those kids. I have to help those kids”

Y/N quickly grabs her/his/their phone looking up the location and rushing out to her/his/their car taking off for the race track.

5 o’clock

The Terrans walk through the entrance into the Witwiki race track where the evil scientist man and his spider bots have Mo and Robby. “ Right on time, just as I suspected” the man calls as the Terrans walk closer before being surrounded by the spider bots. The red drone Terran tightens her grip on her swords with an angry expression. “ we did what you said Mandroid, we’re here and we didn’t tell anyone. Now let Mo and Robby go” she says, “ Yes…. That was what I said, wasn’t it?” The man says says smiling darkly before snapping his fingers and the spiders bot’s suddenly shoot out some blue cords from their “ mouths” attaching to all of the Terrans. The cords instantly have a sparking electric current start through them shocking the Terrans who cry out in surprise and pain before falling to the ground, “ but you see…. Now that I have you. I don’t really have any more use for these two do I?” He says. Two Spider bots walk up to Mo and Robby holding their sharp claw like arms over their head readying to slice, a look of horror washes over the Terrans face as they realize what is about to happen.

The spiders bring down their arms, and just in time Y/N blasts them before stepping out from her/his/their hiding place catching everyone’s attention. “ Ok… I don’t know who you are” Y/N says taking several steps forward while keeping her/his/their blaster aimed at “ Mandroid” “ but let these kids go now!”, “ and who might you be?” He asks asks narrowing his eyes at Y/N as she/he/they step between him and the children. “ Oh, see it’s interesting. I’m-“ Y/N starts before blasting mandroid in the arm knocking him to the ground. She/he/they then throw her/his/their shield slicing the cords connected to the Terrans before they catch it when it comes back to her/him/them, the Terrans quickly get to their feet and rush to Y/N’s side just as mandroid gets up.

“ Get your siblings to safety!” Y/N orders, Y/N rushes Mandroid as the white motorcycle Terran and the red drone Terran grab Robby and Mo taking them several feet away out of danger while the three other Terrans take on the Spider bots. Y/N and Mandroid exchange a few blows before Mandroid pins Y/N down, “ is that really the best you can do?” He snarks. Y/N smirks before growing to her/his/their full height towering over the (mostly still human), “ What do you think?” Y/N asks before punching him sending him scattering several yards away. He slowly gets back up with a rather surprised look on his face. “ What are you?” He asks, “ Wouldn’t you like to know” Y/N snarks before blasting him back into the woods and the remaining spider bots run after him.

With Mandroid gone, Y/N turns to the Terrans and two human kids walking up to them. The kids all look at Y/N in awe as she/he/they brush her/him/ them self off, “ Are you all ok?” Y/N asks in concern. The Terrans all quickly crowd around Y/N as a flurry of questions come out, “ Who are you? How did you do that? What are you? How did you know where we were?”. “ whoa whoa whoa” Y/N says “ I’ll answer all of your questions, but first let’s get you kids somewhere safe”.

Y/N follows the kids to the Malto’s farm in her/his/their car, and the kids all run to hug their parents who are waiting in front of the house as Y/N parks the car and starts walking their way. The two parents give Y/N a kind of questioning look making her/him/them stop just a few steps in front of them and give them a shy smile and wave, “ Hi” Y/N says “ I’m”. Just then movement from the barn catches her/his/their eye as a familiar yellow and black bot steps out. “ Bee?” Y/N says in disbelief, “ Y/N?” Bumblebee says in surprise. “ Oh my God” Y/N says growing to her/his/their full height and running toward him nearly tackling him in a hug which he quickly reciprocates. After a moments Y/N pulls away smiling at him, “ I-I can’t believe it, it’s been so long” Y/N says. “ too long.” Bee agrees with a shy smile, and Y/N hugs him again. “ It’s so good to see you.” she/he/they says quietly.

“ Wait, Bee- So you know this, um” the mom starts failing to find a word for what Y/N is, and the two separate turning toward the others. “ Techno-organic” Y/N says. “ I do” Bee says with a smile “ everyone, this is Y/N. Y/N, these are the Malto’s”, he then introduces each member of the family. “ its nice to meet all of you.” Y/N says smiling at the kind family, “ What did you mean by Techno- organic?” Twitch asks. “ Well, basically I’m part Cybertronian and part Organic” Y/N explains, “ That sounds like what we are!” Hashtag says excitedly “ Does that mean you’re like- Our sibling?”. Y/N chuckles at the Terran’s enthusiasm, “ Not exactly” she/he/they says “ more like…. Uh, Cousins? That’s probably how I was able to receive the message from that Mandroid. He must have broadcast it on a frequency only beings like us would be able to receive. Too bad for him though, he didn’t know about me.”. A flurry of more questions come out from the Maltos and Bee puts an arm around Y/N directing her/him/them toward the barn, “ Come on guys, Y/N can explain everything in the dugout” he says and the whole family follows after them.

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rewatching-sam-and-dean · 6 months

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The Schrödinger's SPN Revival

So, recently there’s been a lot of talk on here and twitter because a couple articles have been published citing Jared and Jensen (or just Jensen in one POS article) mentioning discussing possibilities for a revival. Does this make it any more likely to happen or closer to being realized? I don’t know, but the guys have been mentioning it off and on for years already, so I’m not sure it’s any more likely now than it ever was. Also, with networks and the whole industry in seeming disarray, even if J2 want to get a revival going, I’m not sure it will happen.

But, let’s speculate anyway. Shall we?

(I CANOT get the link to work for some reason!!)

My thoughts on this, under the cut.

I’m no authority on anything in the TV industry, but I have watched our little show a lot, so I have thoughts. Let’s take look at each person on this poll.

Kripke - Obviously, he understands Sam and Dean. He created them after all. But, would I trust him with the revival? Well, judging by The Boys, he seems more focused on shock value than tight storytelling these days, so I’m not sure I would want to see an SPN on a streamer that he ran. It might become a case of all fireworks and little to no heart. Also, if he had ended the series in Season 5, both Sam and Dean would have been trapped in the cage forever. Not exactly a happy ending. Still, is he capable of manning a revival snd doing a decent job? Yes. Would I totally trust him with it? Maybe. Maybe not. Do I think he even has time to do it? Not really.

Jensen - Come on, people! If you want him to reprise his role as Dean, then he isn’t going to be the showrunner. Also, he’s an actor, not a writer, so it’s not even in his wheelhouse. So, no. This wouldn’t be a good idea. And after The Winchesters, I think it’s extremely unlikely that he’d be put at the helm in this way. The only upside to Jensen being a show runner? We know damn well Destiel would be ignored as vigorously as it deserves.

Robbie Thompson - Exhibit One: The Winchesters. So, no. Also, while he has written some episodes that I like of SPN, he was always trying to make the show something it wasn’t, whether it was Fairytale time with Charlie or trying to shoehorn romance into a platonic brother love story, he’s shown that he shouldn’t be trusted with the OG show in a position of power.

Sera Gamble - Season 6 while having some absolute bangers, was also a bit of a mess in some ways. And Season 7 was more so. How much of this was due to Gamble hersel and how much was due to Singer tugging at the reins, I don’t know. She is a proven showrunner, so I believe she could do it. She actually understands and enjoys Sam, so that would be a huge relief for those of us who actually care about Sam and want to see him get his due on screen. Also, she has never written Dean badly from my observations, despite certain past claims by “some people” on women not writing male dialogue well. In a lot of ways, I think she could be a good choice. But, would she be interested even? I have no clue.

Andrew Dabb - NEXT!!

Jeremy Carver - For reasons relating to Season 11, I would like to see him helm a revival. He can clearly follow through with a connected and coherent arc. However, for reasons relating to Season 8, where he had characters do a few hugely out of character things for the story’s sake? No. For Season 10 snd the bore thst it was for me personally (though that potentially had something to do with pressure that came from Singer)? No. All in all. I think he’d be capable of ruining a revival, but something tells me he isn’t particularly interested and they guys may not be that ready to chose him, either (purely just my gut).

Robert Singer - No. I believe he interfered with Gamble and Carver’s plans; I just don’t know to what extent. And worst of all, he did nothing to help steer Dabb away from the mess that was much of Seasons 12 to 15. Also, he’d probably bring Buck-Lemming with him. And can I just say a big, “Fuck no,” to that.

Again, all of this is just me rambling. I have no real idea how likely any of them would be to come back for a revival. And I also don’t know how much J2 would want any of them to run a revival, or whether they’d want to just get someone new who might be more likely to listen to their ideas. I don’t even know if J2 would have an easy time agreeing on who would make a good show runner from that list because I think they might not even agree on who they considered to be better writers, or be better candidates to showrunner. For example, I think Jared might be more enthusiastic about Gamble than Jensen would. And Jensen would probably welcome Singer more than Jared would. Again, I don’t know any of this for certain, but it just my impression based off of things they’ve said over the years.

If a revival happens what do I want?

First, it sounds to me like if there is one, J2 want to be a big part of it with Sam and Dean as central focus. This is what I would want. I watched the show for them. I stuck it out through the rough seasons for them. The only way I would watch a revival was if it heavily featured both Sam and Dean. Second, I think I would enjoy if they did a revival during the years (according to J2) between Episodes 19 snd 20. I would like this because it would make the likelihood of angel or demon interference minimal. And this would be the more likely scenario for us to get a more old-school creature hunting revival. We could still see Jody and co for those who care about that. There would be no need for Cas or Jack to show up, which I would prefer. Yet, it would be easy enough for them to make a brief appearance if J2 wanted to pander in that way. Also, I’m so very sick of Angel BS, and this seems like the best way to avoid it. Third, I could be interested in a bit of a prequel with John and the boys, if they could find a way to include J2 without making it convoluted and pointless. Finally, if they come back from heaven for some reason, I think it would be hard for the revival to have much in the way of stakes. And I really wouldn’t want a huge dose of Cas, which we’d potentially have in that case.

Anyway, here are my thoughts on the potential revival, thoughts thst no one asked for admittedly. Lol.

If anyone read this far, what are your thoughts on a revival. If it happens, who should run it and what would you want to see happen?

#supernatural #SPN Revival Speculation #my thoughts #if they have one what should it be about?#Revival talk #castiel critical #anti destiel #*edited for so so many typos*

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aprilclementine · 2 years

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just some thoughts that came to me at work :)

Steve and Robin had just been let go from Family Video, for apparently "spending more time watching movies, than doing their job". If they didn't want them watching movies, they shouldn't have put a display TV in the store. Now, the two were driving around downtown looking for any help wanted signs. "I don't get it, Robbie! I laid down all that Harrington charm, you'd think she would have hired us right on the spot!."

"Steve, if that was what you called 'charm', I'm starting to really understand why you can never land a second date." Robin snorted from the passenger seat. "That poor barista, probably threw out both of our applications, after that pick up line you used."

"It was a classic! You just don't-" "STOP!" Steve slammed on his breaks, causing the car behind them to speed around, flipping them both off. "Robin, you can't do-"

"I seen the big ol' help wanted sign, and didn't want us to miss out on this momentous opportunity." Robin shrugged, as Steve parked along the sidewalk.

Steve grumbled back a response under his breath, as they both exited the car, making their way towards the Record Shop. "Hey, lighten up! This job might be 'life changing'! What if we find the love of your life here!" Robin joked, as she jabbed at Steve's side.

"Robin, if we get hired here, and it leads to me finding the 'love of my life', I will give you my car." Steve added sarcastically, as he opened the door for Robin.

It has been two weeks, since they both got hired at the Record Shop. Max, Lucas, and Dustin have visited a couple times. Max was excited, because she presumed she would be able to use Steve's discount to get all the tapes she could imagine for her Walkman. Steve, and Robin both loved the place, the owners were a really cute old couple, Roy and Tammy, they got to play whatever they wanted over the store speakers while they worked, see all the new releases, wear their own clothes as a uniform. Steve and Robin had even come up with their own game behind the counter, where they would try and guess what a customer was going to buy, based on what they were wearing. They even had a little tally going on in the backroom. Robin was much better at Steve than this guessing game, leading by seven points.

Today, Robin asked Steve if he was fine running the shop on his own, she had plans to get coffee with this girl from the Bookstore across the street from the Record store. Her name was Nancy, and she had been in quite a few times since the two have gotten hired, constantly asking Robin her thoughts and opinions on certain tracks. Robin's been smitten ever since. Steve had agreed, wishing her luck, as he hung up the phone.

Steve got to work today, wearing his favorite yellow sweater, some light wash jeans, and his white chucks. It was a Thursday, inventory day, Steve had forgotten that was today, when he had so easily agreed to let Robin take the day off. Steve huffed, and cursed Robin in his head, as he brought yet another box up to the front counter. He sighed when he took a seat at the counter, as he laid his head down on the cool counter, enjoying a split second of bliss, before the door was practically kicked open, letting the bell that hung over the door ring louder than normal. Steve shot his head up, sitting up straighter, as the person walked in.

"Ohhhh Roooyyy, you know what today is! Metallica just dropped a new album, man!" The stranger called out as he walked directly towards the labeled section, not even glancing at the counter. "Also, whats with this pop garbage over the speakers, man!" Steve took this time to watch him, as he sifted through the various album covers, as his ring clad fingers pulled out an album to marvel at, before placing it back. He watched as the man, stuck his tongue out as he moved to the next row, and how he shook his long hair out of his face, and continued to search. Steve stared at the vest that covered his back, and the way his jeans clung to his legs, chain looped across the first two loops of his jeans, and the neatly folded black hankerchif sticking out of his back pocket.

Steve stood from the counter, running a hand through his hair, as he went to approach the stranger. The man hummed a tune softly under his breath, that Steve was unfamiliar with. Just as Steve was going to clear his throat to get his attention, the man let out an exasperated sigh, before yelling, "Roy! Did you fall in the back again?" The man quickly turned around, running right into Steve's chest.

They both let out gasps, the stranger from shock, and Steve from the blow. As the two regained balance, the man laughed. "Holy shit, man, say something next time!"

Steve, now even closer to the stranger, could not find any words. Too busy, scanning his features up close, getting lost in his pretty brown eyes. Steve shook himself out of his thoughts, before clearing his throat. "M'sorry, was trying to catch my breath again over at the counter when you walked in."

"Wow, didn't realize I had that kind of effect on strangers, let alone hot strangers. What's your name?" The man smiled slyly, as he looked up at Steve.

Steve felt the heat rush to his cheeks, trying to hide his reaction, as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Uh, Steve. Roy isn't in today, but it is inventory day, so any new releases, I'm in the middle of putting out right now." Steve turned away from the man's intense gaze, clearing his throat as he turned away, walking towards the counter again. "I'm sorry, normally they're out by now, 'cause I have my coworker to help, but they're gone today." Steve continued to explain, as the man followed him to the counter where the boxes were stacked.

"S'Fine. Need a hand?" The man asked, as Steve opened up one of the boxes.

"No, I couldn't ask you to do that, I'll just hurry up, try and get you your album sooner." Steve said quickly, as he went to lift another box onto the counter. The man reached out, and put his hand on Steve's shoulder, stopping his frantic movements. Steve felt his whole body heat up from the touch alone.

"As much as I'd love to see you all sweaty, theres no need to do all that. I seriously don't mind, I've helped Roy and Tams a couple times anyways." He explained, as he took the box from Steves hands. "The names Eddie, by the way."

"Eddie." Steve quietly repeated to himself, as he opend the other box that Eddie had moved on to the counter. "Sooo, do you come around here often?"

"Are you flirting with me, Stevie?" Eddie looked up from the box in front of him, giving Steve that same smile from before.

"No- I just- Well-" Steve tried to quickly get out, as Eddie let out a melodic laugh.

"I'm joking, you walked right into that one." Eddie shook his head, as he turned away from the counter with a stack of new albums ready to put them in their respective section. Steve was still a blushing mess, wondering how any person could have this effect on him.

He was taken out of his trance by Eddie calling for him from across the store. "Steve, is this fucking ABBA playing?" He questioned, as the opening note to "Dancing Queen" played through the store.

Steve nodded, as he moved closer to where Eddie stood, with another stack of albums in his hand. "Yeah, why?"

"S'Nothing, I just thought Roy let you guys play your own music, while you worked." Eddie continued, as he moved past Steve to grab some another stack.

Steve stood their confused, watching Eddies back as he walked to the counter. "He does?" Steve replied, confused as to what Eddie was getting at.

Eddie let out another laugh, as he walked back over to Steve. "You're funny, dude. Seriously, that's hilarious." Steve looked towards Eddie again, giving him a quizzical look.

"What did I say?" Steve asked.

Eddie stopped in his tracks, and looked up at Steve. "Wait, wait, wait. You're not kidding? You seriously play ABBA while you work? Holy shit, I think I need a minute." He placed down the stack of albums, on a nearby counter, before he literally doubled over in laughter. Steve huffed as he set down his albums as well, walking close to Eddie, with both hands on his hips.

"What's so funny about it?" Steve questioned as Eddie continued to laugh. Steve tried very hard to keep the bit going, as he listened to Eddie's infectious laugh.

Eddied sounded out of breath as he replied. "You just don't look the type, maybe some Bee Gees, Journey, I don't know, even Tears for Fears."

"Huh? What's so shocking about it? What's not to like?" Steve continued to question, as Eddie started laughing again. "Youuu can dance, youuu can jiiive." Steve began to sing along, making Eddie laugh even harder, swatting his hand at nothing in an attempt to get Steve to stop.

The two let out a long sigh as the song conlcuded, Eddie shaking his head as he looked over at Steve, who whistled along to the final notes. "I'm going to make it my personal mission to show you some real music, Steve."

Steve rolled his eyes at the remarks, as he walked back over to continue putting away his stack.

The two finished fairly quick, throwing playful banter at each other the whole time, and Eddie continued to judge every single choice Steve made for music. By the time they finished, it was just in time for Steve to close up shop. He sighed, as he moved from the back room to lock up the front door, and flip the sign from "Open" to "Closed". He turned back to face Eddie who had made himself comfortable, sitting at the stool behind the counter, examnining the wall of posters that Roy had Steve and Robin put up.

"Lemme pick the music now." Eddied requested, as he hopped off the stool, walking over to Steve. Steve smiled, shaking his head. "Sorry, store’s closed, sir. You'll have to get going."

Eddie groaned, throwing his head back. "Stevie! Please! I will fall over and d*e right on this store floor, if you don't let me choose one song to play for you." Steve tried to stifle his laugh, with the back of his sleeve, shaking his head. Eddie rolled his eyes, letting out a big sigh before throwing himself on the floor. Steve let out a gasp, crouching over Eddie

"Dude! I was joking!" Steve exclaimed, as his eyes scanned over Eddies face. Eddies face broke out in a wide grin, as he opened his eyes, bringing his hand up to pat Steves cheeks.

"I knew you'd come aorund, Big Boy." Eddie pushed himself back up, quickly moving over to the section labeled "Rock". Steve still recovering from the nickname, watched as Eddie picked up an album, from the "D" section. Eddie turned on his heel, running over to the stores record player, carefully placing the pin, over his desired area.

Steve listened as the opening notes played through the store. He watched as Eddies smile grew, as he began nodding along to the beat. He finally turned to help Steve up from the floor. "I Speed at Night by Dio." Eddie announced, as Steve listened carefully. "I figured I'd ease you into my kind of music, I think this one is pretty mellow, mainstream for this genre." Eddie continued.

Steve shoved Eddie playfully. "I don't listen to mainstream music." At this, Eddie laughed again. “Also, I would not consider this ‘mellow’.” As the song continued.

"Steve, every song you played made me think we were just listening to the Top 50 Hits radio station." Eddie replied.

"You suck." Steve sighed, as they let the song play out.

Two hours later, Steve and Eddie were sat across from each other at the counter, a box of take out placed between them, that Eddie had ran down the road to get, insisting he buy Steve dinner. The only light left on in the store, being the single lamp, that hung over the counter, illuminating the two boys' animated conversation.

The new Metallica album, Master of Puppets, played lowly in the background, as Eddie stood up and reenacted a portion of his story, Steve watching closely, as if Eddie held the Sun in his hands, while he continued to eat from their shared box.

The boys were interrupted as they heard the door rattle, and quiet voices, as the bell above the door rang out. Steve stood quickly, Eddie close by his side, Steve held his breath, anticipating the worst, until he heard it.

“Steve? Robin?” Steve recognized the voice that called out, as the shop owner, Roy. Steve finally let out the breath he was holding as Roy approached the counter. “Didn’t expect you to still be here.” Roy said softly, before looking up to see the two boys standing closely together. “Oh! I see you’ve met, Eddie.”

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“His favorite color is blue, so you better find a way to have blue roses in the centerpieces. I don’t care if the other flowers are real and those are fake as long as they don’t look like shit.” Phantom strolled through the crowd, the people parting out of his way. One would believe it was done by magic, but those who went to Phantom’s club knew better. Especially if he was sounding annoyed.

“Is he still trying to figure out the flowers?” Marvin asked from where he stood with Mare and Mad.

“Phantom’s taking planning the wedding very seriously,” Mad said.

“Which is why we’re tying him up during his bachelor party so he takes a break.” Mare chuckled.

“Also a great way to deliver a ‘night before’ present for Jackie.” Marvin giggled.

“Why would a tied-up Phantom be a present?” Mad asked.

“I’ll leave that for you to explain.” Marvin clicked his tongue at Mare. “And I think you’d like it, dear.” He added to Mad with a wink before slipping away.

“It’s a sex thing, isn’t it?” Mad asked.

“Yeah.” Mare laughed as he rubbed at his face with a hand. “How about a change in subject?”

“Okay. I like how Marvin talks.”

“I’ll admit, I can usually connect the dots you make with subject jumping, but I’m a little lost.”

“His ‘darlings’ and ‘honeys’ and ‘dears’ he can say the same word in a thousand different ways. Usually, I can’t pick up on subtle differences like that, but something about how Marvin talks makes sense. I can tell his ‘darlings’ with Chase are loved-filled, his ‘honeys’ with Anti are sarcastic, and his ‘dears’ to us are fun and friendly. And even if the word is different, the meanings are the same.” Mad spoke like he was casually stating a fact, but he had a smile with it.

“He does love using his pet names,” Mare said with a shrug.

“The connecting dots is because you always have a change in your face when Marvin uses one of those with me. I asked Chase about it, and he said you were jealous.” Mad sang the last word and chuckled.

“I do not-”

“Jackie finally found the shorts.” Phantom cut off Mare’s protest. “Ready to get dressed for your first day?”

“First day? You hired Mad? Why am I just now hearing about this?” Mare’s questions were answered by a wave of Phantom’s hand as he led Mad away. “It better be a safe gig.” He muttered to himself and walked off to do a lap around the club floor.

“I’m thinking of a purple button-up with black slacks and heeled boots,” Marvin said, sitting at a table with Anti. Chase stood behind him, hands on his shoulders and looking around every now and again. “Gonna make that one wear purple as well so we match.” Marvin pointed up at Chase.

“I don’t have a purple button-up,” Chase said.

“I’m going to buy you one, darling.” Marvin patted Chase’s hand. “We’re getting you a fitted suit and everything.”

“He’d look good in a suit~” Anti teased with a grin.

“The purple may depend on if you’re part of the wedding party. I’ve been hearing a lot of blue talk.” Dark sat a drink down in front of Anti as he took a seat, a different drink in his hand.

“I can work with blue. I can work with any color.” Marvin said with a prideful giggle.

“There’s still like six months until this wedding, and Phantom’s acting like it’s in a week.” Anti swirled the drink Dark gave him before taking a sip.

“Jackie’s like a headless chicken.” Chase chuckled. “They both just want it to be perfect.”

“Wilford and JJ’s wedding is next month. Maybe attending and seeing everything go fine will calm them.” Dark suggested as he gestured toward the dance floor where Wilford and JJ were jumping with the crowd. Robbie and Blank were out there as well, the two of them on a ‘not date’.

“Or watch it catch on fire and make them panic more,” Anti said with a cheeky grin.

“I’m helping with the wedding. It won’t catch on fire,” Dark stated.

“Should I be worried that we’re talking about fire?” Jackie asked with a laugh when he neared the table and overheard that last part of Dark’s comment.

“We’re talking about weddings,” Chase said.

“Now I’m really worried.” Jackie’s eyes widened.

“Nope, nope, not about yours, dude.” Chase quickly said, waving both hands in the air. “Focus change, it’s Mad’s first day. Think he’s excited?”

“He’s excited to start saving up some money for him and Mare to move out,” Marvin said. “I think after Chase walked in on them the other day, kind of kick-started that quest.”

“Does Mad have his freckles everywhere?” Anti asked.

“I don’t know, I wasn’t focusing on his ass,” Chase said.

“Whose ass?” Phantom laughed as he joined the group.

“Mad’s,” Marvin answered.

“I wanted to know if he has freckles on it.” Anti added.

“He’s going to be out in a moment, we can ask,” Phantom suggested.

“Why does it matter?” Dark rubbed at his temple like he had a headache.

“I’m curious. You have a mole on your ass.” Anti said.

“I did not want to know that.” Marvin stuck his tongue out in disgust.

“It’s on the left cheek, right-”

“You are not pointing out spots on my ass to the others.” Dark moved Anti’s pointing finger away from him.

“Should I come back later?” Mad had just walked up to the table and was tempted to turn right back around.

“You look adorable!” Marvin praised. “I told you he’d be a perfect shot boy.” He added to Phantom.

“I am not adorable.” Mad weakly protested, cheeks going a little pink.

“The theme you suggested was a good one. Adds to the cute card I wanted for it.” Phantom said with a nod, adjusting the headband Mad was wearing.

Mad had on some black shorts and a black shirt, and he also wore a headband with some ears, and his belt had a fox tail on the back. He held a tray of shot glasses filled with a few different liquors.

“I will set the accessories on fire,” Mad warned.

“Being cute will get you lots of tips,” Phantom said. “Use that pout to your advantage.”

“We can test it on Mare first.” Marvin grinned and got up. He went to Mad and turned him so he faced where Mare stood. Mare was busy talking to someone and hadn’t noticed Mad yet. “Go up to him, bat your eyelashes, and ask if he’d like a shot.”

“Add a ‘sir’ to the end of the question,” Dark said.

“Why?” Mad asked.

“Just trust me.” Dark took a sip of his drink.

“Okay?” Mad looked at Marvin and got a nod from him. “Okay.” He repeated and went off.

Mad walked up to Mare, tapping his arm to get his attention. Marvin couldn’t hold back his laugh at the face Mare made when he saw Mad and the way his eyes went even wider when Mad clearly said the line. Mare took the tray, sat it on a random table, took hold of Mad’s hand, and walked him away into the back of the club.

“It worked!” Marvin cheered with an even louder laugh.

“Gross,” Phantom said with a playful roll of his eyes. The look changed to one of excitement when the next song started playing. “Let’s dance, Jackie!” He grabbed Jackie’s hands and pulled him out to the dance floor.

“Darky~!” Anti exaggerated a whine as he pulled on Dark’s hands. “You owe me at least one dance!”

“Fine, fine, one dance.” Dark allowed himself to get dragged away.

“Would you like to dance?” Chase asked when Marvin stood at his side.

“I’m good for now. I’d like to be here with you.” Marvin leaned against Chase, holding his hand. He looked over his shoulder to where Henrik and Edward sat at the bar. Henrik’s face was a bright red, his laughs loud, and his slurred words showing his accent was even thicker. “Looks like Edward’s going to have his hands full tonight.”

“Just a little.” Chase chuckled before he smiled and leaned back against Marvin. “You know, I can still remember when Henrik suggested I go to you for my sleeping problems. He said he was ‘sending me to meet a magical man’. Little did we know at the time I was about to meet one of the best things to happen to me.”

“You need to stop being so cheesy.” Marvin lightly slapped Chase’s chest with his other hand, feeling his face going warm.

“Because it makes you blush?”

“Yes. And I don’t blush. That’s your job.”

“I like sharing.”

“You can keep it.”

“Come on, you two!” Phantom stepped in and grabbed Marvin while Jackie got Chase and they led them to the center of the dance floor.

Marvin went with it immediately, taking Chase’s hands and placing them on his hips while his own went around his neck, leading him in a little dance. He wasn’t sure how many songs played before something bumped into his back.

“Sorry!” Henrik laughed as he took a fumbling step back, getting caught by Edward.

“He wanted to dance,” Edward explained with his own laugh.

“It looked fun,” Henrik added. His hold on Edward’s arm was the main reason he stood somewhat straight.

“It is fun.” Marvin giggled. “And I think Mad and Mare just finished theirs.” He added when he saw Mad make his way back into the main room, headband missing, face red, and hair a mess. Mare followed Mad in and caught him before he wandered off. He fixed his hair and put the headband back in place and couldn’t keep him there much longer after Mad saw Marvin in the crowd. Mad squeezed his way through, Mare still following, and went up to Marvin.

“Looks like our group took over the middle,” Mad said. “Phantom won’t mind if we have a dance before I get to work, right?” He asked Mare.

“He’ll get over it if not.” Mare chuckled and pulled Mad away into said dance.

“Chase, I-” Marvin turned and stopped his comment when he realized Chase was no longer next to him and was currently up on Jackie’s shoulders, chanting along to the song.

Marvin smiled and just took in everything around him. Thinking about how his life was now and likely to be for at least a while. Surrounded by friends and their loved ones.

How Henrik was still the ‘mom-friend’ of the group. Even when drunk off his ass, he was asking Edward if he was okay and having fun. Edward had the biggest smile and kept a strong hold on Henrik to make sure he didn’t fall, unknowingly becoming the other mom-friend but embracing it nonetheless. Henrik had a boyfriend who’d fight the world for him and a son who would do the same.

How his friendship with Anti had returned, there were still some bumps in trust, but it was getting better and better. And how Dark was…well…he was tolerated at this point. Marvin likely would never see him as a friend friend, but Anti loved the bastard, and Marvin wasn’t going to take that away.

How Mad was his apprentice, always happy and eager to learn about everything and yet teaching Marvin more than he’d ever realize. He was still a little naive and awkward, trying his best to copy some of the dance moves he observed and having Mare adoring every aspect of him and helping him find the beat so he could dance a little smoother. Mare was able to be with his brother and with his boyfriend without fear of either getting hurt from a job he never expected to go the way it did.

How Jackie was now engaged and in love with Phantom. Going from the first man to break Marvin’s heart to the best friend of the man who now owned it. Phantom was now one of Marvin’s good friends as well, matching his energy and encouraging some extra chaos for the fun of it.

How he had Chase. Someone who went from a one-night stand to a friend with benefits to someone Marvin loved more than anything. He made Marvin realize he didn’t need to be alone to be strong. That he could have it all with someone by his side. Chase made him happy.

“Marv!” Chase laughed after almost falling off of Jackie. He climbed down and practically ran over to him. “Did you see us!? I caught a bottle in the air!”

“It was flawless, darling.” Marvin placed a hand on Chase’s cheek. “Just like you.” Chase smiled and stepped closer to Marvin, pressing their foreheads together.

“I love you, too,” Chase whispered before he leaned in to kiss Marvin.

Chase made Marvin very happy.

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#meeting a magical man #trickshot #veggie writes #happy valentines day!#heres the ending to a story that started cause i liked a drawing XD

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girl-in-the-chairs-void · 1 year

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The first time you met Bob's family was as his best friend. he'd been planning to go home right after your posting together in some desert and on a calm night when both of you were having your dinner in your respectful cabins, he had called you from the landline and asked you if you wanted to go home with him. Of course you said yes. He was a sweetheart and a gentleman and you thought it was you duty to thank the people who had raised him so well. so you went from one hot desert to another, at his family ranch. It was beautiful, the huge concrete house built on a step foundation, a stable just near by with acres of land for the horses and various animals to stroll in. his family had welcomed you like their own. You'd forgotten how good it felt to be admired by so many people, his grandmother was one of the first to greet you. "Ohhh, look at you pretty girl. You goaled a nice one here Bobby." ofcourse she thought that the first girl that bob had brought home after years was his girlfriend. but you were happy to explain to her that you both were just friends (desperately trying to decay the feeling in your chest that had first started when you started seeing him with other girls), to which she gave Bob a cheeky side eyed smile.

then there were his parents, his mom was the sweetest person, treated you like her own daughter the second you stepped out of Bob's truck and onto the rough, sandy road. She’d hugged you and said “so this is the famous Y/n you never shut up about.” Causing you to give Bob a look of bewilderment, the man beside you was neck deep in blush but dismissed it as a friendly gesture from his mother and said that she was only exaggerating (she wasn’t, he indeed never shut up about you). His dad. Contrary to popular belief (one that you had heard at least) that southern dads are scary, his dad was the complete opposite. You immediately knew where Bob got his manners from when you first set eyes on the older man, who simply took your extended hand that was ready to be shaken and pulled you into a hug, patting you on the back. “She’s a good one, son.” You’d overheard him later that night, speaking to Bob while you helped him mother set up the dinner table.

you most favourite part of it though, was meeting his sisters, Lindsey and Sam. Lindsey was older than Bob and had joined the Floyd family with her 7 year old daughter and husband for the holidays. Sam was the baby out of the three. both the sisters were an identical copy of their parents, having their dad’s soft blond hair and their mother’s gentleness, though Sam had acquired a bit of a sassy attitude from her grandmother, it made her even more likeable.

both had stolen you away as soon as you were done with dinner and taken you up to the guest room that you’d be sharing with Bob for the next few days. You knew what was to come, a million questions were to be asked about Bob and his dating life but what you didn’t expect was this: “so, how long have you loved our brother?” Lindsey had asked, a smirk creeping its way up her face as Sam muffled her giggles beside her.

You sat there, mouth glued shut as your eyes widened. "I-I, uhh... well..." You stuttered, struggling to utter out a single word that might difuse you anxiety in the situation.

"how...? how did you know?"

"call it sister intuition." Sam replied smugly; rolling over towards you from her lying position beside Lindsey. she sat up, moving to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear to reveal the one piece of jewellery that was so dear to you. They were a pair of small white dangling pearls, hung onto a thicker gold loop, dropping like rainfall from your ears. Bob had given them to you as a birthday present, saying that when he saw them, he'd thought of you.

"And that..."

"what about them?"

"when Robby was leaving for his last tour, he'd asked mom to give the family pearls to him, 'a special gift.' he'd said to us but we'd heard him mention your name when he was talking to gammy and mom about it." Lindsey explained. she wasn't entirely off from what Bob had told you, but he'd failed to mention that they were a family heirloom. It didn't sit right... why would he give you the family heirlooms? you both were just friends and if feeling were there, you were sure they were completely one-sided.

Later that night, as you sat with Bob on the floor. the amber light from the fireplace lit his face up like fire, he looked so damn beautiful and all you wanted to d-

"-you listening, Y/n?"

"hmm? shit sorry... what were you saying?"

"I said you have to draw 4. Also, I can see you hiding cards under your leg." He repeated, eyes scanning you mischievously as they lingered on a certain part near your legs. you shifted under his gaze, there was something in his eyes that was...

you shook your head, physically trying to let go of your chain of thoughts as you drew four cards from the deck of UNO cards in front you. Deciding that this maay be the best time to ask him about what Lindsey and Sam had told you, you began;

"So... I talked to Sam and Linds earlier...."

"mhmm" looking over his stash of cards before putting another one down.

"The pearl earrings that you gave me." that caused him to freeze, glancing towards you with an open mouth. taking his silence as a green light, you continued; "why did you gift them to me? i mean, they are your family heirlooms and...i guess they will be going to the person you want to-"

The realisation hit you like ice cold water being dumped on you on a chilly day. Bob sat there, eyes turned down, not meeting your gaze. As you tried taking up the new found revelation. How could you be this stupid?

"Bob..." you gulped, itching to ask him but the words were stuck in your throat, refusing to be let out. you moved closer to him, removing the cards in front you so they wont be damaged. taking his face in your hands as you sat on your knees, causing him to crane his neck as he was forced to look.

"Say it." You ordered gently, wanting to hear it from his mouth. "why did you give me the earrings?"

he audibly gulped at the question, you rarely spoke in such an assertive tone and whenever you did, it was a very different experience.

"because..."

"because what, sweet boy?"

“Because I love you.” He muttered, leaning towards your face as his eyes ghosted over your lips. Placing his hands on your hips to try and reach for your mouth.

“Hmm..” You dropped your hand from his face as they wandered onto his broad shoulders, keeping him down. Eyeing him up and down, you shifted forwards onto his lap, sitting yourself down. "say it again."

"I-I love you."

your hands came to dangled around his neck as his wrapped around your torso, keeping you in place. you leaned into his touch, forehead closing in to meet his as you both sat there, heavy breaths mingling into each other's. you closed your eyes, breathing him in. Being this close in proximity wasn't unfamilliar to you both, but this position was. but as you got more comfortable, you sighed, opening your eyes to see his closed ones.

"I love you too."

that caused his eyes to open. Looking to yours as if it held all the stars in the universe. he shifted his head to the side, trying to gain a better angle to look at you while your gaze shifted from his eyes to his lips. Looking hungrily;

"can i-"

"can I kiss you?"

you both asked in the same moment, which caused a giggle out of you. one of his hands wandering over your waist to the side of your torso just as he grabbed the column of your neck, caressing your jaw as your lips met in a ghost of a touch.

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A/n; wellll, that was. let me know what you thinkkk <3333 @bussyslayer333 this one is for you babe, ILYSMMM. Bob is sweetheart and i am a sucker for him.

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#bob x reader #bob floyd #top gun bob #robert bob floyd #robert ‘bob’ floyd #robert floyd x reader #lewis pullman #jake seresin x reader #top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #hangman x reader #rooster x reader #rooster Bradshaw #Bradley rooster Bradshaw #Phoenix #natasha trace

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oliveroctavius · 4 months

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Did you check out the first issue of the new Ultimate Spider-Man? I'd be curious to see your thoughts

I was planning on letting it pass by me, zen-like. I kind of... disapprove of the entire concept. The more redundant universes Marvel creates (note that I say redundant, in that I like some AUs with recognizably different heroes and story lines) the more it approaches a DC-like level of story fragmentation, where nothing has to matter and everything runs on vibes. Every new restart survives an even shorter amount of time. It's a death spiral.

But alright. I may not know who Hickman is but some other people seem to like him. I'm Charlie Brown, the new title is a football, here's some of the whistling my foot makes as it flies through the air.

First off a disclaimer: comics are into longform storytelling these days, so almost nothing happens in this issue by design. This is a setup, not a story. I can point out some pettier dislikes, but I can't know what might turn out well yet.

I get that this is going to tie in to the Maker, but calling this USM is a bogus decision that is going to cause so much confusion down the line. It's like they didn't want to admit they were setting up yet a third story. See above grouch about redundant universes.

Uncle Ben being alive instead of Aunt May is a hell of a decision. But I like Hell Of A Decisions if they're pulled off with confidence. I miss og USM's ponytailed gentle old hippie Uncle Ben, I admit. He had a surprising amount of characterization, which I always liked about that series.

I... do not get... why they are homewrecking Robbie + JJJ for Ben. Like, I'm kind of offended on Robbie's behalf. og USM already put some of Robbie's plotlines into Ben--I mean, Ben Urich's hands, but this is more based on 616, isn't it? Robertson's personal moral compass and how that interacts with his job and his safety and his journalistic ethics AND his relationship with Jameson's short-sighted tendencies have been the core of his character for 60 years. Could we not think of something new for Uncle Ben to be doing instead of overwriting an existing character relationship and adding next to nothing to it? And Robbie's there and just kind of fine with the Kingpin's proposal as far as we see so far. This is probably my biggest complaint.

The kids could be an interesting element, but we don't really see any of that yet so it's purely potential.

The Harry fans seem to like this new Harold and his visual design so far. I suppose he's not fully flavorless but the flavor that is there is like. Salt and pepper.

MJ could stand to look older and have more characterization but that is not an original observation. Wait, she's definitely based off her 616 self and not her USM self isn't she? God why DID they call this USM, this is a structural publishing nightmare

The Goblin design is what people think the Raimi goblin costume was, which is not exactly a compliment. Also I *know* I'm the Goblin Fan but are there, really no other villains you could think of to open with? No? Is this the only plot point that's ever going to get adapted over and over again? Maybe it will be good and I'll be glad, I think! And then imagine Charlie Brown and the football again.

Another thing that really got me was the churning camera angles on some of the simplest scenes here. I respect the dutch angle hustle, Chechetto, but if I'm feeling seasick while trying to follow a scene where people have a conversation while sitting down then you might want to rethink your strategy.

To misquote Roger Ebert for a second, "the penciler has learned from better comics that artists sometimes tilt their panels, but it seems he has not learned why."

#if it was actually going to be Miles as his universe's primary spider-hero again I would have been more interested #oliverliveblogs #ugh adding this to my usm tag is going to make things so confusing

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greetings-and-salutations · 2 years

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“Any Friend of Robby’s…”

Robby Keene x Reader Part 1

Countdown to Cobra Kai Season 5 - 5 Days left!!!

(Yes I’m aware this is no longer accurate. I got sick and missed a bunch of deadlines, but I promised 8 one shots, so, by gosh, you’re getting 8 one shots 👌😂)

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2

(Gif not mine)

Requested? No

Summary: (Y/n) (Y/l/n) gets more than she bargained for when her soulmate mark finally appears, only to reveal she’s to be universally link to the Valley’s current most wanted juvenile delinquent…

soulmate au: Your soulmate’s name appears as a tattoo on your wrist on your sixteenth birthday (or your soulmates if theirs comes first).

Warnings: Manipulative Kreese, Juvie Robby

Pairing: Robby Keene x Fem!Reader

Robby Keene

(Y/n) didn’t know what she’d been expecting but it certainly wasn’t this. When she awoke that random day, nothing of the upmost importance had been planned, at least not by (Y/n). The universe however…

Oh, yes. (Y/n) knew him. He was all over the news. Robby Keene: the guy who had put that other guy in a coma at the riot on the first day of school. He’d been expelled if the rumors were to be trusted, too “violent” and “unstable” to remain enrolled. But, now, (Y/n) didn’t know what to think. The universe wouldn’t put her with a crazy psycho as her soulmate… Would it?

The pictures of him all over the internet didn’t make her feel any better about the situation. They were old I.D. photos, or something to that effect, which reminded her far too much of mugshots. (Y/n) didn’t want to imagine the boy who she was to spend the rest of her life with behind bars, no matter how gruesome the stories of his crimes had become over the weeks since. Cause, they were just that: stories. (Y/n) really had no way of knowing anything of value about her soulmate without meeting him herself. But that wouldn’t exactly be easy. Currently, the news claimed he was still on the run from the police.

So, to sum up: the most important thing to ever happen to someone finally happened to (Y/n), and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

“(Y/n)! Turn on Channel 12!”

“ -And Robert Keene, one of the principle instigators in the karate riot at West Valley High School has been apprehended this morning. Sources tell us he’s being detained and sent to a juvenile detention center in response to his crimes. It is currently unknown to the general public how long Mr. Keene will remain in custody, but-“

Or maybe there was…

+ + +

“I need your help.” It was official. (Y/n) (Y/l/n) had lost her mind. But she couldn’t help it. Ever since that stupid tattoo had shown up, she just couldn’t get the troubled Keene boy out of her head. He was all she could think about, and there was nothing she could do to stop that thinking from taking over every little thing she did. It was absolutely infuriating, and completely unavoidable.

Which, unfortunately, is how she found herself where she was now, standing in the doorway of a strip mall karate dojo, face to face with a big scary dude she’d never met before, who was wearing some of those karate pajamas that she couldn’t remember the actual name for. He was staring down at her stone-faced, not giving an answer, so, she continued. “Cobra Kai started the fight, right? I need to see Robby Keene.” Now, (Y/n) knew Robby wasn’t a Cobra Kai. The coma kid was, so it just wouldn’t make sense. But, she couldn’t for the life of her find this “Miyagi-do,” and she was running out of options. Hopefully, at the very least, someone here would point her in the right direction. (Y/n) wasn’t a karate kid so they couldn’t exactly go all riot on her… right?

“Robby Keene, huh?” The man uncrossed his arms, though his stare remained unwavering. It was as if he was trying to read her. Though, (Y/n) didn’t exactly think it would take a mind reader to pick up on how desperate she was. He finally shook his head, causing her heart to drop.

“I’m afraid I can’t help you-“ But (Y/n) couldn’t just take no for an answer. The longer she was away from Robby, the more she felt the angry pull in her stomach, fighting to be closer to him.

“Wait, please!” She lurched forward to grab the man’s arm, successfully stopping him from his previous motion of turning away from her. He raised an eyebrow questioningly, but, for some strange reason, allowed her to continue. (Y/n) took a breath. “Please… he’s my soulmate… I don’t know what else to do.”

There was a moment of silence. You could hear a pin drop in the small dojo as (Y/n)’s eyes pleaded with the older man. She knew the stakes of this conversation. The poor girl had nowhere else to turn to. If Cobra Kai couldn’t help her- She didn’t even wanna think it.

“In that case…” (Y/n)’s eyes widened hopefully. Was he- “I was actually heading to see Mr. Keene myself. Would you care to join me?”

“Really?” (Y/n) didn’t know how to react. She was actually going to do it. She was gonna meet her soulmate…

“Of course, any friend of Robby’s… I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you.” The man said with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. But (Y/n) had time to unpack that later. For now, she had places to be, people to see…

“Meet me, actually.” His grin widened, in a slightly off-putting way, though (Y/n) chalked that up to her imagination.

“Even better.”

+ + +

Even if she didn’t already know that they were getting closer to her soulmate simply by the fact that he was their promised destination, (Y/n) was sure she would still have known. If the butterflies fluttering like crazy in her stomach weren’t indication enough, the almost painful burning sensation on her wrist most certainly was.

“You’ve got one hour. Leave your belongings here.”

The speaker over the door buzzed loudly, not helping (Y/n)’s anxiety one bit, as she and the man, who she learned was called “John Kreese,” finally entered the juvenile detention center…

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#cobra kai fanfic #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai fic #robby cobra kai #robby keene x reader #robby keene #robby cobra kai x reader #robby keene fic #robby keene fluff #robby keene fanfic #robby keene soulmate au

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a-little-unsteddie · 10 months

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Happy 500! I am so happy for you 💗! For the prompt w37. famous au (i want you to go hogwild) but Argyle/Steve

the moment i saw this prompt i knew i had to fulfill it as soon as possible because!!!! permission to go hogwild!! thank you so much!! i hope you enjoy what i whipped up! (coughs this also may or may not have an alternative version that i started writing and abandoned because i thought it was too much but if you wanna see that version too i’ll finish it and post it, too!)

37. Famous AU (Steve/Argyle)

Prompts || AO3

Steve wasn’t obsessed, despite what Robin insisted. Steve just had a healthy interest, that was all. A director that simply went by ‘Argyle’ had directed so many of Steve’s favorite films, and when he had learned that the man was planning on hiring for a new film, Steve had jumped at the chance to audition. He had immediately called Robin and told her to submit his portfolio for the audition. Since then, Steve hadn’t stopped checking his emails, voice mails, DMs on various social sites, just in case he hadn’t seen the acceptance to move forward with the physical audition.

He’d also been stalking Argyle’s social media accounts just to see the goofy pictures he always posted.

Robin called him obsessed.

Honestly, even if Steve didn’t want to admit it, she was probably right. He couldn’t stop refreshing his instagram page, holding his breath for any sort of update from the director. Robin was trying to be a good manager and drag him out to some sort of party that some big wig was hosting, to make connections, but he just didn’t want to go out.

“What if Argyle’s people contact us while we’re out?” Steve asked, biting his thumbnail, looking wildly between Robin and his phone.

“Then they’ll leave a message and we can get it in the morning,” Robin said, throwing her hands in the air. Steve suddenly realized actually, maybe Robin was right, he was a little obsessed, huh? He took a deep breath, nodding.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. Okay. I’ll go.” He said with another nod. Robin grinned, Steve squinted, “Why do you look so smug?”

“I do not,” Robin said, rolling her eyes. “Go change, something fancy but, like, feel free to be a whore.”

Steve let out a loud laugh at that, knowing that he had a bit of a reputation around the scene as someone who wore extravagant things. It was something he prided himself in. This time, Steve went with a sleeveless blue turtle neck that was made out of velvet, tight white jeans and a necklace made out of quartz beading. He enjoyed how the shirt showed off his broad shoulders.

“Are you finally done getting ready?” Robin asked, waiting for him by the bottom of the stairs as he exited his room.

“You can’t rush perfection, Robbie. Let’s go,” he said, brushing off imaginary lint from his shoulder. Robin rolled her eyes, walking towards the door with him where a sleek black car was waiting to take them to the party.

“Who’s even hosting the party?” Steve asked, sometime later as street lights passed them in a blur.

Robin hummed, suddenly looking nervous, “Uh, you’ll see!” She said, grinning at him. “Oh, look! We’re here!” She said, gesturing to the door that was currently being opened for them. Steve blinked, sure that they were just driving through the city moments ago. Shrugging, he stepped out, smiling at the flashing lights as he and Robin walked the short distance between the car and front door. The party had already been going for at least an hour, Steve knew, as Robin had spent most of the day trying to convince him to go and he had only agreed once the party was starting. It probably was fine that they were fashionably late.

The moment Steve entered the house, he suddenly knew exactly who was hosting the party. He leaned over to whisper into Robin’s ear.

“What the fuck?” He hissed, eyes darting around the semi-familiar decorating. Steve had seen it often enough on Argyle’s feed, or on a documentary that had been done on his directing style.

“Well! Someone had to make sure you didn’t panic about tonight!” Robin said, holding his elbow, smiling at some of the other celebrities that had made an appearance tonight.

Steve was cut off from responding when suddenly a loud, serene voice greeted them, “My dudes! You made it!” The voice said, to which Steve turned and came face-to-face with the man he had been lowkey obsessing over the last several weeks.

Steve forced a smile onto his face, hoping that it adequately hid the all-consuming panic that washed over him. “Of course, sorry we’re late,” Steve said, looking at the other man sheepishly. Argyle was wearing a bright outfit, something that he was normally seen in, so it wasn’t something that particularly surprised Steve to see.

“No worries, man,” Argyle said, smiling at Steve in a way that let him know that the director was definitely partaking in something. “Just glad you could make it, Stevie, can I call you Stevie?” He asked imploringly, looking completely at ease, which Steve found himself jealous of because it felt as though his heart was beating so hard it had to be visible—at least audible.

Steve felt his cheeks heating at the nickname, a shyer smile overtaking his features as he responded, “That’s fine,” he confirmed softly.

“Sweet,” Argyle said, pulling him into a hug, which caused Steve to freeze before wrapping his arms around the other man as well. He blinked rapidly as the man pulled back with a smile, “Let me show you around, Stevie,” he said, before leading them away from Robin, who didn’t follow. Steve swallowed thickly, feeling completely off-kilter, like his entire world just tilted on its’ axis.

Steve found himself being shown to a quieter part of the house, where there were fewer people around. It looked as though this was reserved for people close to Argyle, which Steve figured made sense, but he was confused as to why he was being invited to this inner-sanctum, where the likes of Jonathan Byers and Eden Bringham were lounging, as well as a few others that Steve recognized from Argyle’s instagram, but didn’t remember the names of.

“Stevie, this is Jonathan, Eden, Chrissy, and Eddie,” Argyle introduced, to which everyone looked over and smiled in greeting. “Everyone, this is Steve,” he said, and Steve thought it was odd that it was already alien to hear his ‘legal’ name falling from Argyle’s lips. Unknown to Steve, Argyle had purposely introduced him to them using his proper name to avoid the others from calling Steve ‘Stevie’, wanting the nickname all to himself.

After being introduced, Argyle led him to the far side of the room, to a loveseat that was already half taken up by Eden. Argyle sat and dragged Steve down onto his lap, which, while Steve definitely didn’t mind, found himself squirming in place anyway.

“It’s good to meet you, Steve,” Eden said, smiling in the same serene way that Argyle smiled, which was a little unnerving to see on her in a way that it wasn’t on Argyle.

“You, too,” Steve returned with a smile, always polite even if he was confused. He leaned closer to Argyle’s side, “What am I doin’ down here?” He asked quietly, looking at him with open confusion. “Not that I mind,” he added after a moment.

“Well,” Argyle said, smiling at him in a way that should’ve felt absent, but wasn’t, “Robin sent in your portfolio, and I liked what I saw, so I wanted to make sure we got along, Stevie. Think of this as the audition,” he explained, which didn’t shed light on why he was in Argyle’s lap, but did sort of explain why he was invited to the inner-sanctum. He had heard that Argyle’s auditions were a bit more casual than others, but he hadn’t expected this sort of casual.

“That makes sense,” Steve said, trying to settle in his new spot. Argyle helped him get comfortable, gripping his hips and adjusting him until he was sitting between Argyle and the end of the couch, with his legs thrown over Argyle’s lap while the other man had his arm around Steve’s shoulders.

From there, conversation picked up around them and soon enough it felt as though Steve was just hanging out with a couple of friends. Steve wasn’t sure how much time had passed before Argyle checked the clock and groaned.

“Aw, bummer, I gotta make an appearance upstairs,” Argyle announced, nudging Steve slightly to get off.

“I can join you,” he offered with an easy smile, “make it a little less unbearable?”

Argyle’s face brightened, “Perfect, Stevie. Let us go,” he said, offering his arm. Steve flushed, grabbing it.

They made their rounds, making small talk with a few of the guests, making sure that they were making appearances in a few different conversations. It was the most boring part of the night, but Steve didn’t mind. He didn’t particularly understand how he got there—hanging off the arm of Argyle, but he didn’t mind being the pretty thing on this particular arm. Eventually, they were able to escape, this time out to the balcony rather than the basement.

“Wow,” Steve breathed, taking in the view, “that’s gorgeous.” Argyle glanced at him and smiled.

“Almost as gorgeous as you, Stevie.”

Steve turned to him in surprise, feeling heat flood his cheeks. He smiled shyly, which Argyle easily returned with confidence.

“Thank you,” Steve breathed, turning to look back out at the view. He felt Argyle move to stand behind him, wrapping one arm around him and the other rest on the railing in front of them.

“What are the chances of a date, Stevie?” Argyle asked, with a confidence that Steve envied.

“With me?” Steve asked, needing to be sure. Argyle hummed affirmatively. “I’d say they’re pretty good,” he admitted softly, smiling as Argyle cheered in his ear.

“Then, will you go on a date with me, Stevie?”

“Absolutely.”

Steve was definitely obsessed.

#seriously thank you sm for your support #you’re one of the earliest blogs i remember seeing frequently in my notes #and now we’re here :)#i adore you <3 #steve harrington #argyle st #argyle #steve x argyle #unsteddie writes #unsteddie asks #500 followers celebration

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trixie-troubleby · 7 months

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I saw you wanted prompts so here i am.

I've envisioned them as Sportarobbie but ofc you're free to change that if you wanna (i chose these bc i had some cute ideas for these two options too and i wanna tell you but i won't rn to not influence you too much, i will probably once i reblog your writing tho)

Kinda angsty option: 6. "You can't die. Please don't die."

More random option: 87. "Hey! I was gonna eat that!"

maybe I’ll do the second one later sometime! For now enjoy some very minor angst! Thanks for the request!!

It was an accident. Robbie needed to stress that it was an accident. He hadn’t meant to– he would never mean to– He let out a series of swears as he rushed over to where the hero was laying unmoving, dropping his latest invention on the way. It wasn’t supposed to do this, this wasn’t supposed to–

He grabbed the hero’s wrist, which was somehow already cold. He tried to check for a pulse, but he was never very good at that sort of thing. “You can’t die.” He said, rolling his sleeves back and starting to press down on his chest. “Please don’t die.” He mumbled, keeping count of the beats in his head. “The kids will murder me–“ There wasn’t a response, but he kept going. “You can’t–“ There was still so much he wanted to do. So many plans to try, so many nicknames to give. “Please–“ His voice cracked. Some part of his mind thought this was embarrassing, the rest didn’t care.

He thought of all the time he’d spent with Sportacus. Every sly look or wink. The small nods and words the kids didn’t notice. The touches, rare and fleeting but treasured all the same. The exasperated smile. The way the hero said his name. All of it, overwhelming him. “You can’t die. I love you.” He paused beating on the man’s chest, only to move to his mouth. He opened the hero’s mouth with his hands, pressing his lips to Sportacus’ and blowing in air.

“Robbie?” Sportacus’ voice came from decidedly not where his body was.

Robbie jolted back from the limp body. He looked from the body to the standing Sportacus with a furrowed brow. “What the fuck?” He demanded, voice barely a squeak.

“It wasn’t real! It wasn’t real! I’m sorry! We’re sorry!” Pixel sprinted towards them, some of the other kids in tow. “The Sportacus was a hologram I’ve been working on.” He held up a remote, pressing a button and the hologram dissipated.

Robbie looked up to where the real Sportacus was standing, dumbfounded. Robbie’s face was burning. He felt like an idiot.

“We– we thought if you saw your schemes could be dangerous–“ Stephanie stumbled through her words.

“We thought you’d mess with us less! We didn’t realize–“ Trixie added.

“Kids. That was not an okay thing to do.” Sportacus said, crossing his arms over his chest. There was a gentle frown on his face, one that screamed ‘not mad just disappointed.’ Robbie almost felt bad for the kids. “You did not have my consent to have an image of me walking around. More than that, this was clearly very upsetting to Robbie. I know his pranks are not always fun, but he is not a bad man. And even if he was, it would not be okay to trick him into thinking he’d killed me.” Sportacus said.

Robbie swallowed. The kids’ eyes all turned to him, wide and apologetic and terrible. “I’m fine.” He mumbled, looking away from them. “Don’t worry about me.” He pushed himself up off the ground. Looking at the place on the concrete where moments before he’d been giving CPR to a hologram.

“Kids. I need to speak to Robbie alone for a bit.” Sportacus said. Some of the kids looked ready to argue, but a look from Sportacus told them how welcome that was. They scurried off, offering rushed apologies to Robbie.

Once they were all out of earshot, Sportacus walked over to Robbie, putting a steadying hand on his arm. “Are you alright?” He asked gently.

“That depends.” Robbie grimaced. “How much did you see?”

“I uh… saw and heard. Enough.” Sportacus said, hesitatingly, clenching and unclenching his fist.

“Right.” Robbie’s eyes flickered away from the fists. “Then in that case, I think I oughta go start packing.”

“Packing?” Sportacus asked, hand out in a flash, grabbing Robbie’s arm.

“No way in hell am I staying here when you’ve heard me make a complete fool of myself.” Robbie responded, looking down at the white knuckled grip on his arm. He shook the hand off his arm. Robbie started back towards his lair, crossing his arms over his chest and raising his shoulders in defense as he walked.

“Did you mean it?” Sportacus’ voice cut through the air with an enviable ease.

He didn’t have to respond. He shouldn’t have responded. He should’ve kept walking. He paused. “Did I mean what?” He asked, brow quirked as he glanced behind him.

“What you said?” Sportacus asked. “The last things you said.” He added. If Robbie didn’t know better, he would say that Sportacus looked nervous. “That you love me.” He cleared his throat.

”You uh– misheard me.” Robbie lied, crossing his arms over his chest. “I didn’t say that.”

“I heard you.” A small smile on the hero’s face.

“No, you didn’t!” Robbie insisted, feeling his face flush.

“I think I did.” Sportacus had the audacity to laugh. Robbie decided he would kill him for real. This was just cruel and unusual and–

Sportacus kissed him. A gentle innocent pressing of lips. He pulled away after the shortest time, looking up to Robbie with a warm grin on his face. “Thank you for trying to save me.”

“You’re uh– welcome?” Robbie cleared his throat.

“Can I kiss you again, or did I really mishear you?” The hero wore a quirked brow and a smug smile.

Robbie narrowed his eyes. “Watch it. Next time I’ll let you die.” Sportacus laughed, leaning up to kiss him again.

#trixie talks #fanfic #sportarobbie #lazytown

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theobsessiveloser18 · 9 months

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Headcanons of being the best person in Robby's life

•It turns out that you were going back to your house with grocery bags and the stream flowed into you, not that serious, it just collided with you and you fell to the ground, and the bags spilled over, in short, all chaos

•He had the opportunity to keep running, he didn't, he decided to help you.

“I'm sorry, I didn't see you, are you alright ma'am?”Picked up and arranged the content that had come out of the bags

“Calm down kid, nothing serious, just try to look where you're running.” He gave a nervous laugh

“I'll keep that in mind” he was about to leave,But an angry man grabbed his arm and shook him.

“You won't get away with that sewer rat”

“Let me go I don't know”

“I will release you after you pay me or after the police come for you”

“Hey sir, let him go, what's wrong with him?”

“This brat robbed me” and I snatched a packet of chips from his hands

“In other words, you made such a fuss over a miserable bag of potatoes, suddenly they would have stolen the money from the box, but a bag of potatoes seriously, ¿how desperate does he have to be to chase and Insult a child for 3 dollars?”

“If it's so little that he pay”

“I will pay him” both men were quite surprised as you took out your bill

“And it's 7 dollars”

“Fine, have 10, it shows that you need” the boy laughed at your comment ,and the man left but not before saying goodbye to you with a cordial “bitch”

“Thanks, but I didn't have to”

“I don't think you would have robbed and run if you were just going to pay 2 minutes later” he ducked a little embarrassed

“It doesn't matter, you apologized and helped me picking up the bags, we're even, can you give me my packages? the sofa is waiting for me”

“oh yes i'm sorry”

“You apologize too much...Nice” You were about to leave but at that moment your ankle pain started to appear, curse yourself a bit for how inopportune it was

“Alright?”

“Yeah, I just sprained my ankle the other day, and you know, not all doctors believe that an abnormal lump is a sprain, and if they're not going to take your problems seriously, you don't have to. Seriously your recommendations” He laugh a little “This is good advice Can I help you with the purchases?” You have not been as surprised as now for a long time, normally you would not let an unknown teenager help you or talk to you, but what did it matter you did not want to load the purchases so you accepted

•When I get to your house I give you the purchases, it was the right time to say goodbye, but it was very hot, the way to your house was not short, and if you were sweating and you had only loaded a small amount of pesos, you got an idea of how tired he could be,

“Do you like lemonade?”

the teenager broke into your house, and even went to the trouble of organizing your purchases in the cabinets and fridge

“well, I'm officially being robbed, God willing I'm not something worse happened to me”

You ended up preparing a snack for him, and he left your house at 2 in the afternoon, it was quite a pleasant time, the only thing you regretted was not being able to wear a bra at home

•They met several times, and they spent time together, sometimes he would come to your house without warning and you had to put your plans aside because you weren't slamming the door in a guy's face What did that vine have?

"Calm down, think about what would happen when leaving the family home, if you had a younger brother with whom you get along well”

•Meet Daniel Larusso, your much-mentioned sensei, a nice man but you wanted to meet his daughter, if it meant Robby would stop talking about her in sleep

•It turns out that one day Robby ended up meeting your workplace,and he understood why you defended him when they met in your shovels

“Being a cashier in the United States sucks, and the most horrible part of having an arrogant bum as your boss who inherits daddy's business, is having to see how the humblest people mistreat youth for Follow the paths that they have assigned to you by forsaking them”

A somewhat confusing speech, but well he accepted it The point is that he knew where you worked and visits you several times a month,

“Y/N your son has arrived”

"Don't bother bald fool, hello lad" You gave him a kiss on the hair and he went for his chair

"Don't use family terms when he's here, he's going to be frustrated."

“Then stop treating him like your fucking son" a colleague stuck her nose in

"I can't treat him like a son because I don't know what it's like to have one" you refrained from yelling at him but the irritation was evident in your voice "At most I'll treat him like a little brother and I don't know what it's like to have one either"

•Your Coworkers don't trust him at all, the first thing they thought when he entered the store was that 'he was a punk who was a fan of the Joker', and that they would be lucky if he left without killing them.

“You shouldn't let him play so close to the cash register.”

"Tell her what you really mean, he shouldn't be here, he's putting our jobs at risk."

“I can't go back to court, not even to testify, the judge warned me"

"I thought we had made that part clear, he is in my charge, whatever breaks, dirty, steals, or hides comes out of my pocket"

“And hope she stops being a criminal, being her sugar mommy" commented the classmate you couldn't bear the least, you threw a magazine at her head, and surprisingly no one messed with you for the rest of the day

•Robby helps you at work when he visits, that lessened the mistrust of your colleagues a bit, but not entirely the gossips, idle, liar and unscrupulous continue to watch him, mean half of them to be more precise

•He met his father right in the store, it was chaotic, you had to intervene

"I understand that you have many personal problems but I don't want any crane kick here"

"Who the hell is she?"

“Y/N!”

"How could such a short answer answer my question"

"Look at our relationship, you don't have labels, it's a bit difficult to explain, but don't open your eyes like that, I'm not intimate with him, I'm not a degenerate"

"Y/N" Robby yelled at the laughter of his father who was turning red as a tom.

"I'm sorry, you know that I don't think before I speak, what a shame, what I want to tell you, sir, is that he and I have nothing to do with it, I literally changed his diapers...Is there a way he misconstrued that?

“There is but I think he got the point"

“Your friend it's too funny to be a girl” You looked at him with an expression that was too clownish, which didn't make it clear that you were offended and said in a humorous tone

“That was sexist, but hey we're laughing, the dispute is over right?

“No, it's at its peak" replied Robby trying to pounce on the man, you stopped him in time

"Stay there sprinter, I just said, no beatings at the venue, not in its surroundings if they want to shout at each other like hermits they will do it 17 kilometers away from here, and if you come back here, I don't want to see Signs that you have hit your father”

"In your dreams girl, I was a 2-time champion of Al Valley, he doesn't have a chance to hit me."

“that's going to look old”

"My God, the karate fighters are going to end my non-existent mental health, out now"

“your new mommy is heated”You and Robby made a real scandal,The man winked at you before leaving

“What's wrong with you dude?

•Much to Robby's dismay, you and his father started dating, as a defense on your behalf, it took a long time before the man was finally able to call your attention.

•But Robby was furious, he didn't want to know anything about the two of you, especially about you, when you finally managed to get him to talk to you, he exploded.

“I can't believe it Y/N of all the people in the world you decide to go out with You decide it's a good idea to flirt with him ”

“I understand that angry Robby but-

"You don't understand anything, you don't know him, he's a fucking coward, now everything could be fantastic for you, but at your happiest moment he will leave you, they are reasons without explanations, he just ran away Like a fucking Nazi traitor, and you'll be so disappointed you won't know you'll have nothing better to do than cry, get depressed, and get stuck in life.”

“Okay Robby you're saying too many words that I can't process"small tears threatened to come out of both their eyes "the one who talks a lot here is me, okay" you said with a sad laugh But it didn't have any effect on Robby, he just looked away trying to hold back his tears "You have no right to lecture me like you're my parents I know what I'm doing, I'm a 28-year-old adult who That she makes stupid decisions that sometimes destroy her, but that other times have resulted in wonderful opportunities, like meeting you."You said that last in a sweeter tone and Robby sobbed.At this rate you were already crying "and I hope that going out with your father is one of those, why doesn't it matter about us, okay, I'm not important, he will continue with his life, he will continue drinking, he will continue Wishing to go back to the 80s to try to improve what has already been done, and will continue to fight for no reason, but in the midst of all that He will keep trying with you because he cares about you... he cares a lot about you, more than your mother, more than the dojo, more than Miguel, more than me, more than you think And even if you hate him and he is tired of trying to get people to reject him, he is not giving up on you, because you are his son and he is not doing this for me, nor because I am inspired or encouraged, it is What he's always wanted to do, and he's confident he can do it now, and I think he'll do it, okay?" You wiped away your tears and started to smile "he'll do it and it'll be wonderful, and they'll do all the things that That a father and children do, they will watch TV together, they will have breakfast, he will show you photos of when he was young, you will have uncomfortable talks about sex “y/n enough” "It's going to be like this Robby, trust me, well you can't do it I understand" "No Y/N will not happen" he shook his head and works to appear calm now that the sob had disappeared and red eyes appeared in its place "It will happen, because no one can stop a man who grew up with the motivation of Rocky Balboa acting in a porn movie"both laughed you dried your tears“Seriously, Robby, better times are coming, and this shouldn't change things for you, because even if your dad and I break up tomorrow or I tie him up in a rope and make him marry me, I will never make you On the one hand, you are very important to me, more than him, lately more than anyone I knowThe boy rushed to hug you more tightly than a person would use for a hug, but in a way it means peace.

Peace had been

"You've never been good at being serious, have you?" you laughed with traces Tears on your face, you clung more to his back

You know me well”

The I finish and Johnny came to the living room eating the burritos That Carmen had given him

“Problems?” He asked with his mouth full, they both looked at him disgusted.

“If what she is too cool to date you” “thank you” replied Johnny as if nothing you and the boy exchanged confused glances for a few seconds before laughing as if there was no tomorrow

Johnny smiled satisfied things were going to be better

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