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digital-domain · 5 months

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A Prologue to the End

Nanami x Reader

in which nanami has time to warn you, the love of his life, that he might not be coming home at the end of this.

taking place in a slightly altered timeline, I suppose

Word Count: 1500

Content Tags: Angst!! Obviously. With a hint of comfort. Implied talk of death. Established relationship. One kiss. Me very clearly not being okay.

Note: I don’t think that Nanami would ever let himself get into a relationship once he went back to Jujutsu High. Not with all the risks he takes on. He’s simply Too Responsible. But for the sake of closure, let’s pretend.

Because of Nanami, you’ve learned to distinguish between different kinds of serious. There’s one that isn’t really serious at all - a deadpan voice with raised brows, a smile threatening to break out from the thin crease of his lips. You learned to read that one quickly. Quicker than most, he’s told you. He’s used to it being misunderstood.

When he’s dead serious - that’s a different story. He doesn’t use that voice with you. It’s dispassionate, saved for situations where there’s too much on the line to let emotions get away. There are too many of those in his life. They show in the lines on his face, the bags underneath his eyes. They’ve become more prominent in the years you’ve known him.

Some nights, you can tell it’s been a harrowing day, because he barely says a word. On those days, you pull him close, and sit in the silence with him. Reliving details is painful, and you don’t need the whole story right away. You’ll hear it eventually - you always do - but when it’s fresh, it’s enough just to be there by his side. Enough to meet him when he arrives home, and stay by his side until he’s ready to go on. Until he’s ready to wake up in the morning and do it all over again.

He’s shown more courage than the world has any right to ask of him. He’s also shown you that there’s a difference between being brave and being fearless. When the fear comes out…that’s the kind of serious that chills you. It means things are worse than you can imagine. It means he’s in trouble.

It’s what you see on his face tonight. He’s not making a secret of it. Sometimes, he tries to hide it from you (as if he could), but tonight, he wants to talk. He needs to. Soon.

“Sit with me?”

He nods wordlessly, takes his seat beside you on the couch. “It’s…different this time.”

You can tell. He’s not looking at you. Even when everything has gone to shit, he makes a point of looking you in the eyes. Tonight, though, his gaze is fixed on the carpet beneath your feet.

“The fights ahead…it’s possible that they’ll alter the world forever.” He inhales deeply, eyes flicking upwards and fixing on some set point on the ceiling of your apartment. “I can’t just stand by. My presence there…it will make a difference. I know it will.” His nails dig into the couch cushion beneath him, knuckles whitening under the warm glow of the lamp in the corner. “But with all the forces at play, I’ll be outmatched. And if things don’t go right…” He cuts himself off, leaving the words dangling in midair. It doesn’t matter - you know how the sentence would end.

“I don’t think I’m a lucky man,” he continues. “But meeting you made me feel, for once, like fate was in my favor. The last three years with you have been…well, it would be a lie to say that they’ve been perfect years. But you made them better. You’ve brought me joy for the first time in a long time.”

“Kento…” You move closer, brush his hand with your fingertip. “You’re scaring me. It sounds like…” It sounds like you’re saying goodbye.

“I don’t want to scare you. I wouldn’t, if I had any choice.” Finally, he turns his head, and meets your gaze. It brings you no comfort - his face is obscured by an empty expression that you’ve only seen a few times before. “There’s nothing I want more than to make you happy.”

“Then…” Don’t fight. It’s on the tip of your tongue. But you can’t bring yourself to say it. If you did, and he listened to you, he’d regret it for the rest of his life. When he says he needs to go - he means it.

“You’re talking like you know exactly how this is going to play out,” you say instead. “Like it’s inevitable that…that something bad will happen. But you don’t know that. There’s no way for you to tell.”

He shifts in his seat, and his eyes slip from your face. “You’re right,” he says quietly. “I don’t know how this all will end…but there’s a chance that it will go wrong. And if it does, I’ll never make you happy again.” He cups his head in his hand, takes a shallow breath. “I should have understood from the beginning… someone like me shouldn’t let people get close. It’s too dangerous.” He sighs, and covers his face. “I shouldn’t have been so selfish.”

“Don’t say that.” You shake your head in disbelief. “You never did anything wrong. I knew what I was getting myself into.”

“You didn’t,” he argues. “Not completely. I told you everything I could, but unless you’ve seen what I’ve seen…you can’t understand.”

“I can.” You can feel tears beginning to choke your words, but you don’t let them out. You’re going to be strong for him. “I can, because I trust you. And when you tell me something…even if it’s terrible, even if I don’t want to believe it, I do. When you told me that someday this could fall apart, that you could get hurt, that I could get hurt, I believed you. With all my heart. And I stayed, and I convinced you to stay, because…”

He lowers his hand and stares back at you, hanging onto your every word.

“Because I decided I’d rather take that risk than never have you at all.”

As your tears blur your vision, a pair of strong arms envelopes you. Nanami buries his face in the crook of your neck, lips brushing over your skin. “I want you forever,” he whispers. “I want to know every day that I’m coming home to you. And if there’s a chance that I won’t…you deserve to know.”

“That’s true,” you manage. You hook your arms under his shoulders, clinging onto him. “But if there’s a chance that you’ll be okay, I want to know that, too.”

“There’s a chance,” he murmurs. “It could go either way. Truly. But I want to prepare you. Want you to know what could happen.”

“I’ll never be prepared,” you confess. “But I’m strong.”

“I know.”

“And you’re strong.”

He says nothing at this.

“I believe that you’re capable of anything. I believe you’ll be okay. But if you’re not, if this does end in the worst possible way… I’ll go on living. Life will be different. Life will be worse. But I’ll carry on. You always have, despite everything. I can do it too.” You pull back, and are relieved to see a a flash of light return to his eyes, even as his arms fall back to his sides. “There’s a reason you do what you do. It’s to protect people like me.”

“People like you…and you.” He smiles faintly - you swear that it’s the most beautiful sight you’ve even seen. “Sometimes, when I feel hopeless, I picture your face, the way it looks when you wake up beside me. And then, I keep going.” His voice lowers, and the smile slips from his face. “If I don’t keep going this time, you might soon wake up in an unrecognizable world. I’d rather risk my life than risk that.”

“I want to stop you,” you whisper. “But I won’t.” You hold your head high. “And I won’t make you promise to come back to me. Just…just swear you’ll do everything you can to make it out.”

“I will.” He bows his head, eyes half-closed. “And if I can’t make it out…I’ll at least make it worth the cost.”

“I know you will. But I pray that you won’t have to.” You bring your hand to the side of his face, fingers brushing gently against his hair. “I think…I think we need to stop thinking about it. Just for a little while. We have time before you have to go, don’t we?”

He looks up. “We do. Not much, but…we do.”

“Then I don’t want to spend that time being scared.”

Again, you see the barest hint of a smile cross his face. “How do you want to spend it?”

“Like I want to spend all my time. Happily, with you.”

“Then that’s exactly what we’ll do.” He moves closer, seeming to come alive again as his hand falls over yours, fingertips lacing together.

Later, you’ll say a proper farewell. Later, you’ll spend hours frozen on this exact couch, waiting for any word of what’s happened. But for now, you push every anxious thought of the future away. In his mind, you hope that he does the same.

“I want to kiss you,” he says. After three years, he still likes to ask. “May I?”

You nod silently.

His lips meet yours, and for just that moment, you’re sure that you both are at peace. It may be temporary. It may be merely the eye of a monstrous hurricane. It may be the last peace either of you truly feel. But for you, at this second, it’s enough. You surge into him, drowning out the sounds of the storm bearing down upon you. It’s not time to step into it just yet.

#jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #jjk ep 42 #jjk x reader #nanami x reader #nanami x you #jjk nanami #nanami kento #nanami angst

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erin-bo-berin · 2 years

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soft fluff w Steve where you were injured and passed out and wake up w him next to you scared and stuff like that? you don't have to write it if you don't want to :)

I love me some fluff!

The last thing you remembered was being in the Upside Down.

Vecna had just disappeared, pulling a true villain card where you and your friends had had no idea if he was dead or still alive. You’re not too sure what happened after that though.

The world had become shaky, your view blurring at the edges and it felt as if your legs could no longer hold the weight of you. You’d been pretty beaten up and suffered quite the injuries from the demobats earlier and weren’t sure if it was the lack of adrenaline or blood loss that suddenly made you feel so weak.

The last thing you saw, the last thing you heard was Steve, the man you loved beyond life itself, running to you, panic etched on his features, your name on his lips. You’re not even sure you remember hearing him call your name before the world darkened and you went falling.

Was it Nancy that caught you? Robin? Maybe Eddie? You had no memory of what happened next.

All you knew was when your eyes opened next, you were in a bed and everything hurt.

Looking around, you noticed you weren’t in a hospital, so that must’ve been a good thing, but you were in an unfamiliar bedroom. At the Wheeler’s maybe?

But when your eyes fell on the brunette, sound asleep with his head against your stomach, you smiled. Your hand reached out to smooth his disheveled hair out of his face, your heart filled with love.

Before you could utter his name, he was stirring, your movements most likely waking him instantly.

“Steve?”

“Y/N, oh my god.”

He was upright in an instant, your face in his hands, kissing your face all over.

“Steve, Steve,” you gasped, in pain from your giggles.

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologized, sitting back to look at you fully before grimacing.

“Jeez, do I really look that bad?” you joked.

“You could never look bad,” he reassured, “It’s not that. It’s just…you scared the shit out of me, Y/N.”

His face is creased with concern, his brows pulled together, his lovely mouth turned down in a frown. You reach a hand up to his face, a finger caressing the frown lines next to his lips, as if you could smooth the frown away.

“What happened?” you questioned.

“With you? Or Vecna?”

“Everything. How long have I been out?”

“About a day. I haven’t left your side. Oh and the world has gone to shit since.”

“Wait what?”

You tried to sit up, but the pull of a bandage on your side has you wincing.

“No, don’t try to move, okay?” Steve reassured you, scooting from the oversized chair next to the bed, to sitting on the bed next to you, “I don’t want you to split your healing bites again.”

“Wait what about you? Are you alright?”

You noticed he was still in the battle outfit he’d been in before, camouflage shirt, brown leathered jacket, although the former was slung across the back of the chair he had formerly occupied. The harsh red band around his neck and throat was still plainly visible and looked angry and painful. You knew if you raised his shirt you’d find twin bite marks on either side of his abdomen and a horrific amount of cuts and deep scratches along his back where there used to be a blank canvas of nothing but his tan skinned and constellation of moles.

“Steve, did you even get yourself looked after?” you asked, now your turn to worry.

“Barely. I refused to leave your side, so I got patched up in here next to you, but yes, I’m fine, you’re more important.”

“Steve—” you were getting ready to scold him before he cut you off.

“I’m serious, Y/N.”

Steve was rarely gruff or even mean, but his sharp tone caught you off guard. That was when you noticed that he was trembling.

“I was so, so scared for you, Y/N,” he whispered, a palm laying on your cheek, “I didn’t know what had happened.”

You stay silent as he brushes your hair out of your face, stroking your cheek softly with his fingers like you were made out of the most delicate of china.

“All I saw was you going down. Nancy caught you before you hit the floor and hurt yourself further, but you looked…” he had to pause, swallowing hard as if the memory in itself was too real to remember.

“You looked dead. You were so gray. All the color that always makes you look so lively when you smile, laugh, when you blush, it was gone. I was so scared of the worst.”

He sat back, running both hands through his hair before rubbing them down his face.

“Hey,” you whispered, reaching out to pull his touch back to you.

Your hand slid down his arm that was closest to you, before reaching his hand and sliding your fingers between his own. You squeezed his hand three times, a silent “I love you”, then spoke again.

“I’m okay Steve, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You better not. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

It was then that he dove for you, your face in his hands as he kissed you like it was the last time he’d ever get to—thankfully though, it wasn’t.

You could feel all the fear and anxiety, his love and adoration of you in that single kiss and your lips moved against his before he finally pulled away, looking at you with hearts in his eyes. You’re sure you looked at him quite the same way.

“Wow,” you breathed, “Maybe I oughta be on the brink of death more often if I’m gonna get kissed like that.”

He gave you a stern look, but the corners of his lips quirked just the slightest, making you aware that he wasn’t too upset by your comment.

“Come on, crawl in here,” you said lifting the blanket, for him to crawl next you, “You still have to tell me about this whole “world going to shit” thing.”

“Only if you play with my hair like you know I like,” he said, scooting in next to you, laying his head on your chest, wrapping his arms as gently around you as he could.

“Deal.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things blurb #stranger things fluff

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tzuu-ii · 1 year

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It’s too Fucking Late for this…

Hirai Momo x Fem!Reader // Fluff!

A/N: Not proofread and it was kinda rushed. I wrote this based off of a post by @write-it-motherfuckers . Hopefully, it turned out decent😭

It was 12:43AM when Momo showed up to your dorm repeatedly knocking on the door. Groggily, you climbed out of bed to find out who in their fucking mind would be knocking on your door this late. You can’t say you were surprised to find out that it was Momo though. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s shown up late for some stupid reason.

Tonight’s reason however, was to go to some abandoned construction site. ‘It’ll be fun! We can see if we find a ghost!’ She’d said. You didn’t know what had gotten into her when she mentioned it. Momo wasn’t the type to like scary things anyways. That was more of your thing than hers really. Still, you accompanied her to this construction site not wanting to leave her alone.

The two of you stood at the entrance awkwardly staring for a few minutes; looking at the building and back at each other.

“Are we meant to be in here?”

“Given the alarming number of warning signs, I highly doubt it. It’s okay though! Come on N/N!!” Your best friend called out before she finally made the first move to go in.

You had no choice but to follow along. It was already too late to turn back anyways. You ran along behind Momo nearly tripping on a hidden concrete slab on the ground. The little moonlight making it barely visible. Momo suddenly stopped in front of what looked like it could have been a door, but was never finished. She didn’t turn around. She didn’t move. She didn’t speak. She simply stared into the distance blankly. It left you confused and yet you didn’t say anything. You only stood next to her trying to figure out what she was looking at, but you gave up, growing impatient.

Hesitantly, you whispered, “Momo?”

No response. Instead, she slowly turned around, her blank gaze now directed at you. You were creeped out at this point. What the fuck. You thought.

“BOO!” She exclaimed successfully scaring you.

“UGH are you fucking serious Momo!? You actually had me worried. Jesus, I swear you were like possessed for a moment, god damn.”

She burst out laughing thinking your reaction was the funniest thing in the world. She found your sudden annoyance amusing, so of course she couldn’t take you seriously. Your eyes however, rolled at her stupid antics as your arms subconsciously crossed.

“Awww you worry about me? That’s a first” Momo taunted.

“Literally shut up, oh my god,” You groaned. A smile slightly tugging at your lips.

Both of you continued to bicker as the two of you walked around the half-completed building. It was dark and dusty. The only light available being the flash on Momo’s phone. Graffiti littered the slightly torn walls leaving messages like ‘TURN BACK’ or ‘____ WAS HERE’. Nothing too surprising; it was probably some dumb teenagers like you guys anyways.

Being here with Momo was pretty fun, you weren’t gonna lie. It was nice to spend some time with her outside of school. You often thought about what life would be like if Momo wasn’t your best friend. It was impossible to picture. So, ‘where would you be without her?’ You thought. But it was interrupted. You and Momo stopped in your tracks abruptly after hearing a loud scratching noise not too far away from where you guys were. Like nails on a chalkboard. Panic struck. The noise getting closer little by little. Instinctively, Momo grabbed your hand and bolted. Where to? Neither of you knew. Hell, you guys had been walking for hours. The entrance was nowhere to be found now. Momo dragged you back to where she first scared you. There was a staircase near the door, so up you two went as fast as your legs could carry. It led to the roof of the building. Quite literally a dead end.

“Shit shit shit. Okay we’re gonna die. OH MY GOD WE’RE GONNA DIE. Y/N I’m so so sorry for dragging you out here. I just thought that you’d might have fun since you’re into these kinds of things, you know? I just like wanted to spend time with you doing something you like, you know? And uh, I uhm, I like you? I don’t know? I didn’t even plan to tell you or anything, BUT OH MY FUCKING GOD WE’RE GONNA DIE SO LIKE I GUESS I MIGHT AS WELL”

You chuckled, forgetting about the noise for a second. Your lips parted to say something in return until you remembered the noise again. It was closer than before. Louder than before. Both your guys' eyes turned to the door horrified for what you might see. Hands trembling. Eyes tearing up. Nothing, but pure fear consuming your souls. You were shaking at Momo’s side, but the noise came to a halt? Out stepped a small four-legged creature. Its eyes big with curiosity as it sat down tilting its head at the both of you.

“Ain’t no way…” You mumbled.

“IT WAS A FUCKING CAT!?”Momo shrieked.

“You know what? After what I just said, Imma just walk off the roof at this point. Ciao!” She spoke again, getting up and walking towards the edge.

A small giggle escaped your lips as you grabbed her by the hood of her white dinosaur hoodie. You pulled her a few feet back wrapping your arms around her waist.

“You said you liked me?” You snickered, this time, taunting her.

“Shut up.”

“Hmmm, I like you would have been a better response.”

She hummed, pausing for a second. “I love you Y/N-ah”

“Ah, see? That’s much much better. I love you too Momorinnn”

“Imagine confessing because you’re scared though. Couldn’t be me.”

“LITERALLY CHOKE AND DIE”

#twice fanfic #momo fanfic #twice #x fem!reader #i apologize if its cringey #i tried #hirai momo

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magicxc · 6 months

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Hills and Valleys

Synopsis: Legend has it that Halloween is strictly for the scares. With ghouls and goblins, vampires and werewolves, witches and broomsticks, who could disagree?

However, all this friend group wanted was a little trick or treat. Sprinkle in a few party favors, loud music and a cabin in the woods, the myth was bound to come true.

Lurking around the corner is danger like never before, eager to bring this night to a bloody finish.

So join these friends as they fight to make it through a Hallween they’ll never forget.

Word Count: 3521

Warnings: more murder lmao

Chapter 7 - 3rd POV

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Feet scraping against the floor, Emery starts a string of stuttering - the fresh words dying on her tongue each time a new thought pops into her mind, as she tries desperately to put as much distance between her and Jason.

Tears filling both eyes, they spill down puffy cheeks while she scrambles up to her feet, shoulders violently trembling as she manages to throw accusation after accusation his way about the gum in question.

“Really? I got it from a convenience store, you can’t be serious right now.”

“As serious as a heart attack Jason, stop fucking with me.”

Head rising out of the palm of her hands and eyes narrowed into slits, Lynnley feels genuine confusion on why the people around her have found yet another reason to fight with each other; especially considering what just happened.

“I'm sorry, wh- what's the reason now?”

“Uhh, apparently Emery here isn't a big fan of peppermint flavored gum?” Jason questioned.

“Jason you bitch, I fucking dare you to play coy with me again.” Emery screeched. “Lynn he- he- he has that shit flavored gum.”

Realising what Emery is referring to, Lynnley decides to play mediator between the pair, for fear that she’ll get sucked into a screaming match next, both physically and mentally exhausted from the events of the night.

“Em, chill out, it’s probably just a coincidence. For goodness sake, Jason can’t be the only one that buys the damn flavor or else they wouldn’t sell it.”

Walking off to the corner of the room, Jason leaves the argument, preferring to avoid the topic at hand, even if it means clearing his name.

“Chill out? Lynn, our friends are all dead, how can you say that?”

“Because it’s the only thing keeping me sane right about now,” Lynnley ranted. “After everything I’m to believe that my boyfriend has been slaughtering everyone I love? How sick is that?”

“Just a few hours ago, you were convinced it was Lenny. What are the odds that our friends start dropping like flies the literal moment he steps foot into our lives?”

Hands cradled around her head Lynnley feels a multitude of emotions, the top one being revulsion. Was Jason really capable of doing something this cruel? Physically yes, but what kind of sane person would stoop that low on the moral scale?

This is the same man that lotioned her entire body down after every shower. This is the same man that tracked her periods so he could have snacks, movies, and hot compresses on standby for when aunt flo paid a visit. This is the same man who insisted on cuddling her to sleep every night, stories about his day a common subject until he heard her light snores; an indication that let him know it was safe for him to rest his eyes. The first time she played asleep was an experiment after confronting him about it, a sly grin creeping up on her face after realising that he’d gladly lose sleep if it meant she could finally meet the sandman.

So, could it be that Lynnley was so head over heels for the guy that a few tendencies went overlooked? Like his persistence on knowing her every move? Surely he was just protective. Or the fact that he kept his private life so secretive? Maybe he was just a tough cookie to crack.

Fingernails digging into her scalp Lynnley replays every sketchy moment Jason’s ever had, finding any and every excuse to combat it because one thing she could never do is live with herself after inviting this man into the lives of her closest friends and watching the deadly consequences unfold. Hands gripping at the roots of her hair, she doubles down on the fact that Jason is but a law abiding citizen and their sleep deprivation is getting the best of them. In fact he’s been by her side through some of her most challenging moments and not to mention most of the night.

“Most of the night? For fucks sake Lynn, OPEN YOUR EYES BEFORE HE SHUTS THEM FOR YOU.”

“Em, please can we just-”

Cut short in the middle of her sentence, Lynnley struggles to speak through the searing pain coursing through her body. During their heated bickering no one had noticed Jason creep up behind her, his pocket knife lodged deeply in her back.

Mouth formed into an “O” Emery stood glued to the floor in shock, watching as blood slowly pooled to the front of Lynnley’s shirt.

“Six centimeters to the left of the spine and eight centimeters down from the shoulder. That’s where I got you sugar,” Jason whispered, licking the shell of her ear. “It stings doesn't it? You see the tip of the knife punctures the lung at such an angle that any breath you do manage to take in is used to supplement your body as opposed to letting out those earth shattering screams, I just know you can make,” he snickered. “Be a doll and stay put for me."

And with that he yanks the knife from her back, none too gently, watching as her body falls limply to the floor.

Blood splatters from the open wound and oozes from her mouth as Lynnley drags herself away from him, tears rapidly streaming down her face while she lays belly up on the floor - hoping that the hard wood can apply pressure to the wound she can’t reach.

Emery reaches out to Lynnley, vision blurry and body weak as she watches her friend's worst fear come true. Meanwhile Jason has his targets set on his final victim, slowly inching his way toward her.

For each step he takes forward, she takes two back, mind whirling with thoughts of where she can reasonably stay put for another half hour or so. Her thoughts don't yield much answers and she instead breaks off into a sprint around the living room, foot ready to step into the hallway until a hand lands on her shirt and snatches it back.

Jason finds this sorry attempt laughable at best, yet pathetic entirely. After all that, does she really think she stands a chance? Against him? No, in fact this little cat and mouse game has gone on long enough and it’s time he put this whole scuffle to rest.

Hurling Emery on the floor, his pocket knife rests painfully on her throat. Pressed into her neck, the jagged edges prick the soft skin, small drops of blood sliding down to her decolletage just daring her to move any further.

And move she does, arms flailing and legs thrashing, it isn’t until her palm connects to his face does his fingers replace the knife, curling tightly around Emery’s neck. Jason can't help the twisted smile etched onto his sinful lips, admitting that he likes a woman that fights back.

Even if Emery doesn’t make it through the night, she’ll be damned if she makes it easy, or at the very least pleasurable for him. So instead, with every fiber of her being, she swallows the retort on the tip of her tongue and plays possum, body completely flaccid in an attempt to ruin whatever sick fantasy he’s conjured up.

But all it is for Jason is a minor bump in a very satiable road. Though he finds himself on the verge of irritation this isn’t anything he can't get through. After all, he didn't work his way up to staff sergeant just to back down from a little challenge. She may not move for him the way he’d like, but Jason’s confident he can coax a little wiggle from her taut body. Plus, it’s the psychological aspect he enjoys most when it all boils down to it; so mobility or not he’s bound to have a good time.

“You know, back then when we first met? It was actually supposed to be you that ended up at the rest stop near the border,” Jason admits, smearing the blood stained steel on her shirt. “That night when you pulled into the parking lot, things felt too damn easy. Here comes this woman, in the pouring rain, pulling into this desolate place just to use the bathroom. It almost felt like a gift.

Emery feels rage like none other. There's several things she has to physically hold herself back from and one of them is punching him right in his stupid face. At least if she goes out, she can do so with a bang; literally. But she has to keep her calm and play the long game. Even if it means revisiting the night that's cost her countless hours of sleep.

Never did she think she’d come face to face with the man behind her night terrors, at least outside of a courtroom that is. But all this means is that she has to do whatever it takes for the homies lost along the way. She just has to play it cool long enough to survive the night because if it’s one thing she’s determined to do is get through this.

Tucking his knife back into the pocket Jason continues his flashback, reminding her of that fateful night leading up to this very moment. In the grand scheme of things, it worked out much better than he could’ve ever imagined getting five for the price of one. And what a grand finale it’s turned out to be.

“What stopped you from picking me that night?” Emery croaked.

Tongue tracing over his bottom lip, Jason seemed deep in thought before admitting that he wasn’t so sure exactly what spared her from such a fate. Bending down so his lips meet her ear, Jason goes on to recall step by step the events that took place leading up to the seventh victim and what a vivid picture he painted. So close yet so far away, their shoulders centimeters apart in the lot, symbolizing the literal inch in which her life was saved.

Deeply inhaling, a twisted smirk finds its way onto his mouth, a heavy dose of nostalgia transporting him back to that very moment in the lot - her vanilla scented shampoo just as potent in his nostrils as it was in the rain.

Try as she might to widen her lids and roll her eyes back, the pool of tears that's gathered threatens to spill with the inevitable blink to follow. The fluttering of her lashes doesn’t help much and instead encourages the free flow of tears that slides down her cheeks. Heavy breathing from his weight or this moment she may never know, follows suit; wishing the earth could consume her entirely, all that talk about surviving the night tossed out the window. Why did she ever think she was strong enough to see this through? Why couldn’t he just make it quick? Instead he mocks her and sears her skin with his icky touch.

“Shhh,” Jason coos. “We’re not even at the good part yet. Cause really I couldn’t have done this without you.”

Hands balled tightly together, Emery settles for turning her head to the side, the wall suddenly a lot more interesting than it was a mere few minutes ago.

“You were the first time I’ve ever hesitated. And for obvious reasons I couldn’t just let you leave, but more so I wanted to see what it was about you that had me stopping in my tracks,” he explained, fingers tucking her hair behind the ear.

That night after brushing past one another, it was truly miraculous that he was able to clock your license plate given the circumstances, but by all means he did and wasted no time using his resources to track you down. What was supposed to be a one and done, something along the lines of an accident, turned into the prospect of a five for one special. And who could turn down such a possibility?! After a few weeks trailing her, he was able to find a way to end it all, but more importantly Jason was able to find his in - through none other than Lynnley. She was so desperate for love it was amusing, though it did allow him to brush up on his social skills if you will. That ‘relationship’ really brought his other talents to the forefront.

Just a little while longer, Emery thought. Who knew the prick was such a talker? But it just might work in her favor after all. If Julianna could survive drowning and Stephanie could survive a knife to the throat, the very least Emery can survive is this motormouth prick, gloating in all his murderous glory. In fact, a jail cell is too good for him, and if all goes well, it’ll be his organs at the end of a very pointy knife.

“Can you believe it Em? Not only am I able to adapt to the personality traits of a loving boyfriend, but I was even able to get you all to join in.”

Did he just? Too stunned to speak, let alone think Emery couldn’t believe that he hadn’t a crumb of decency left in him. To brag about the literal deaths of her friends? Suddenly it was becoming too much.

“Shut up!”

“I mean, I’m a pretty hands on guy, but to watch myself thrive in the psychological side of things was something else entirely. For sure I thought I would’ve been figured out after the whole Steph situation. But then this amazing thing happened-”

“SHUT UP!”

“Did I mention this is a new record for me? I tend to take care of things one at a time but phew, what a night am I right?”

“Jason you are literally SICK,” she cried. “What went so fucking wrong in your life?”

“Do you want the long version or the short version? It doesn’t matter though because you’re definitely someone I’ll carry with me for years to come. I mean look at this gotdamn scene? And as luck would have it, we meet again and I get to save the very best for last.”

Emery wretches, but all that comes up is a gust of air - the liquor from the night long gone from her bloodstream and her stomach. All she can manage is a dry heave as Jason condescendingly pats her head in comfort.

Raising up to shift his body weight to his knees, Jason goes on to undo the buckle of his belt, Emerys breathing now dramatically increasing in speed. Frazzled, she starts kicking once more, this time a loud cry managing to tear its way past her throat.

Fingers clamped around her jaw, Jason squeezes it to discomfort and spits inside, mentioning how her mouth can be put to better use.

“And please, don't flatter yourself Em, you’re not my type. I just prefer you of all people quiet. Go ahead and give it a swish,” he taunted.

With the belt free from his pants, Jason places it around her neck, quicker than she can stop it and loops it through the buckle with minimal effort. He goes on to admit to actually wanting to keep her alive to deal with the aftermath of everything, for the simple fact that it’s the mental aspect of things he’s grown to enjoy most. But he couldn’t possibly risk her identifying him to the police.

Horrified, Emery realises the gravity of her situation and notices that any major movement could actually work against her in terms of squeezing the leather around her neck. Fingernails scraping deep into his flesh, she tries to grab at his hands before they can grip onto the belt and they both push against one another, her strength oddly satisfying to him.

This is someone who should be worn out, but it’s interesting what fear can make you do - another reason he’s found himself so infatuated with the group and the unexpected turn of events throughout the night.

Jason finally manages to wrestle her to the ground, cooing words of affirmation for the good fight she’s fought and grapples with the belt until he has it firmly placed in his hands. Pulling at the end, he wraps it around his knuckles and tugs it back as far as his body will allow.

All of Emery’s focus now lies on the belt and try as she might, it just won't budge. She manages to slip her thumb between her neck and the strap, but it does very little compared to the strength of the man atop her. Heels buried into the floor, she tries scooting backward in an attempt to throw Jason off her though all she manages is shoe scratches embedded along the floor boards. Veins popping from her neck and teeth bared, Emery musters up the last bit of strength she has, a hoarse scream on the tip of her tongue as black dots dance around her vision.

Wrapping the belt once more around his hand, Emery surprises Jason at every turn at the fight she’s put up. This night is definitely one for the books and a pilot to what his future skillset can conjure up. If he ever gets caught, he’ll be sure to credit her with this new inspiration of his and that way her name, too, will live on in the tales of time. Her efforts eventually subside, head sluggishly shaking from side to side, and he holds his position for a few minutes longer to make sure the deed is done.

Tiredly huffing out a breath of air, Jason stands to his full height and fixes his clothes. Walking over to Lynnley, he crouches down and thanks her for the part she played in it all, acknowledging that none of this would've been possible without her.

“I sincerely hope that you were able to enjoy the final show sugar,” he winked, bending down to place a final kiss to her lips. “If it brings you any type of solace, you were my favorite.”

Lynnley croaks out one last gurgled moan, no doubt a slew of curse words. A tear escapes her right eye, all her energy thwarted from the serious wound and Jason takes the time to brush her lids closed.

Tires crinkling over the leaves on the ground breaks him out of his daze. Shuffling to the window, he sees what only could be Lorenzo’s parents pulling up. Digging his hands through his pockets, he pulls out the house keys and heads over to the back door

Unlocking the deadbolt, Jason slips through and jogs up as far away from the house as he can, stopping once he gets a good enough distance away to still be within earshot of the scene to unfold. That's the good thing about places this far out. Wide open spaces act as an echo, sounds rippling off one another until they fade into the distance. And even though he is a sizable distance away from the house, he reminds himself to be careful as the echo in question works both ways. But boy what he wouldn’t give to see the look on the parents faces at his parting gift. He’ll just have to do without for now as he’ll see it on the news station soon enough.

Peering behind a tree, Jason waits, watches, and listens for what comes next. How insanely cool would it be to pull this off again? The same family line, the same trauma, the same ending? It’s almost too good to be true. Hands slithering down to his pants, he has to adjust his bulge at the thought, leg shaking loose his oncoming boner.

But is it wise though? To hit the same place twice? No, that's how people get caught, they get too cocky. The only reason he’s been as successful as he has is because there are no connections. Different states, different people, different races, different traits - it’s how he keeps em guessing. And this? Five at a time? It's not his MO. He could roughly get away with something like this for months to come, authorities quick to profile someone else entirely.

He could never take full credit for it though. In all fairness, the other players of the game helped create the art scene in the same way the person who brought paint to Michaelangelo helped create the sistine chapel. And while he could never pair up to Michaelangelo, he did consider himself an artist. Did his work push boundaries? Of course it did. What great artist hasn’t? And while he didn't work much with paint or photography, he did prefer himself a realist of sorts, his works imitating that of ordinary people in ordinary surroundings. He may not have been Jean-François Millet, but his style will be talked about for centuries to come.

The scream that echoes through the air has Jason smiling wide, trudging further toward the main road at a mission well done. The breeze is light and the sun is warm as it beams down on the earth, his next quest fresh on his mind.

After all, lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice, or does it?

A/N: Wowww!! This is a story thats been brewing for a little over a year now. I never expected myself to get so gory while writing and in the beginning it was super tough emotionally. Overall, my growth is insaneee and Im in mf awe of how this turned out :) Im finally at a place where I can, for the most part, jot my thoughts accurately on "paper"!!! This journey was fun and tiresome, and Im excited to see where my muse takes me next.

#Emmy Writes #Emmy Tries #Halloween Kills #Halloween Series #Halloween #Hills and Valleys #Original Story and Characters #Horror #Muhahaha #Wowzers #I meannn #Did you really expect anyone else #thats craaaaazyyy #FIN #Finale

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Haunted chapter sixteen

I really need to do synopsis’s for these but I’m shit at it.

Happy Christmas everyone! And happy holidays if you don’t celebrate it ❤️

Warnings - self critical thoughts, implied self-hatred, possessiveness, jealousy, hurt, angst?

Part 17

Over the last few days you noticed Ghost lingering … a lot more than usual. When you were in the mess hall, he was there watching you. Shutting down the clinic, he was there watching you. When you ran field first aid classes he was there … watching you. Ever since the encounter where he made it known about you and Soap he’s been there … watching.

While you didn’t overly mind your silent protector watching over you, it made you curious. It came to a head one day when one of the new recruits had been overly flirtatious with you during a physical. ‘Been feelin a bit sick lately Doc, sure you don’t wanna look after me?’ The new recruit drawled with a wink. Rolling your eyes you playfully pushed him off the clinic bed, ‘ain’t nothing wrong with you, get outta here.’ The recruit lingered, ‘my muscles are tight from the drills, can’t you rub em down for me?’ You threw you head back with a laugh ‘Private Scott you’re a pain in the arse, get out!’

As he went to try for a third time Ghosts voice cut through the atmosphere in the room. ‘The Doc ain interested pal. Don’t make me ask you more than once. Fuck off.’ The Privates colour drained from his face as he was met with the glare of the 6’4 Lieutenant. ‘Yyyes sir’ he stuttered before scurrying out of the room.

‘Fuck sake Simon. What you do that for?’ He took quiet steps into the room before shutting the door. ‘I’ve seen how the men on base look at you. Fuckin you with their eyes.’ You furrowed your brow, confusion setting in. Where was he going with this? ‘What are you on about? No they don’t.’ He edged closer, looming above you, his dead sleepy eyes drifted to your lips. ‘I’ve fuckin seen em. Need them to know you’re mine.’ He gripped the back of your neck as he pulled you into him. His lips caressed your neck as he pulled your shirt to the side, granting him access to your collar bone. He nipped at it slightly causing you to squeal.

‘Simon …’ you moaned lowly, the contact of his lips burnt your skin. He grazed his teeth along your clavicle before sinking his teeth into your silky skin. He felt you flinch beneath him, trying to pull away. Instead he gripped your hair and pulled you, exposing more of your tantalising neck. Instinctively you grasped at his t-shirt, trying to steady yourself as he devoured you. ‘Fuck’ you hissed between gritted teeth. He bit, he sucked, he gnawed at your skin, claiming it.

Sighing into your collar bone he pulled away, admiring his handy work. He’d left a litter of bite marks and small bruises in his wake. Marking you. Claiming you as his own. You peeked at the marks, eyes widening in shock. You slapped his chest, half serious, half playful. ‘Simon! Fuck sake! People are gonna see?! What about Price?’

A deep dark chuckle left his mask as he grabbed your chin. ‘You’re. Mine. I won’t rest until every cunt in this place knows it.’

He was true to his word. Over the next few weeks he sure enough let people know you were his. Between scaring people off when they got too close, leaving marks all over your body, staring you down amongst others. However it finally came to ahead when you were having Christmas drinks one night in the rec room. Gaz, Soap, Ghost and you were letting your hair down after a tough week of training. A few other soldiers lingered, each within their own groups, many haven chosen to go out for the night.

Ghost sat opposite you, his gaze forever lingering on you. You were sat in between Soap and Gaz, it was relaxed, laid back. Apart from the aforementioned being that was Simon Riley staring you down. Every time Soap touched you, or Gaz got toe close he visibly tensed. You offered him loving smiles, flashes of adoration in your eyes, anything to sooth the behemoth opposite you. To no avail.

Soap had made a stupid joke which caught you off guard and made you laugh a little more than normal. You pushed him playfully telling him to fuck off, the usual banter between you. Soaps eyes lingered on you a bit too long for his own comfort. His hands tensed under the table, his knuckles turning white with jealousy. He eyes zoned in on you, like a moth to a flame.

Taking a swig of bourbon he stood and menacingly walked around the table to you. His eyes remained fixed on yours, you felt heat rising to your cheeks, his imposing demeanour poisoned the atmosphere like an oil slick. As he approached you he gripped your jaw and forced you to look at him. He swiped his thumb over your bottom lip coaxing your mouth open. Your breath hitched in your throat. He bent down and slowly let the amber liquid trickle into your mouth before you swallowed it.

Gaz and Soap were speechless, exchanging stunned looks at each other. What the fuck was that? You stared up at Ghost, who greeted you with hooded dead eyes, seemingly proud of himself. The rec room had fallen silent. Deathly silent. All eyes on you as Ghost caressed your throat before growling once more, ‘mine.’ He turned and patted Soap on the shoulder before leaving.

Leaving you speechless you sank into your seat, hand covering your face. ‘Um Doc? Somethin you wanna tell us?’ Gaz asked, utter confusion written all over his face. You downed the rest of your lager before making a swift exit, not even answering his question.

Swiftly walking to your room you dodged anyone and everyone. The hall to the barracks had never felt so long. Finally getting to your room you slammed the door and fought to catch your breath. The potent taste of bourbon still sticking to your lips. You stood by your door seemingly unable to move. Paralysed at the thought of him very publicly claiming you.

There was a knock at the door. Taking a deep breath you opened it, Soap stood there with his Santa hat still on. His brows knitted together. ‘Is that why nothing could happen between us?’ He asked, his voice was low, sad even. Feeling overwhelmed with guilt you ushered him into your room, unable to look at him. You played with your fingers, picking at the skin around your nails, too nervous to answer. You nodded slowly. ‘Why did you come to me that night?’

Tears pricked at your eyes, you reached out to touch him but he shrugged you off. ‘We … we had a fight. I wanted to be with someone. I needed … I needed to feel something.’

‘So you used me?’

‘No!’ You snapped, ‘never Johnny. I don’t regret anything from that night. It was perfect. You were .. are perfect. I just felt so confused and needed to be with someone’ Soap cut you off ‘someone to make you feel something? And I just happened to be the closest person you could fuck. Jesus Christ Doc.’

‘Johnny I’m sorry’ you pleaded ‘please …’

He put his hand up to stop you, tears lined the blue of his eyes as he pulled off his hat. He sighed, a deep melancholic sigh. ‘I love you Doc. I fucking love you and seeing that? Knowing I was just a fuck to you. Fuckin hurts.’

Your heart stopped. Your lungs unable to release any oxygen. ‘Johnny. I .. I don’t … I … I’m sorry.’ Tears began to fall, staining your cheeks. ‘Do you love him?’

‘Yeah’ you said so quiet it wasn’t even a whisper.

He turned to leave. ‘Johnny please.’ You didn’t even know what you were begging for. You knew he was right. He was just a fuck. Just so you could feel something. ‘I’m sorry Johnny, please. I don’t want this to come between us, you’re my best friend. I don’t know what I’d do without you.’

‘I just need some time Doc. It’s a lot, I’m fine knowing nothing could happen I’d get over you, but using me? I never thought you’d be the person to hurt me like that.’ He sighed as he left your room, as the door clicked shut or echoed around your now empty room. Staring at the door that familiar twang of sorrow pierced your chest again. You clutched at your heart, pain radiated through you as the thought of losing your best friend consumed you. How could you have let this happen? The self punishing thoughts returned.

You’re such a piece of shit.

You don’t deserve him as your friend.

You’re worthless.

You don’t deserve anyone.

You don’t deserve happiness.

Heavy bitter tears began to fall, your chest tight with regret. Regret that you treated him this way. That you hurt him. How would this affect missions? Training? You’d royally fucked up this time. You’d give him the space he needed over Christmas. He was sue to fly back to Glasgow to see his family, so you’d try and talk to him when he came back. You were staying at base, you had no family. You had no one. Which is what you deserved.

Leaning on the bathroom sink you tried to compose yourself, deep breaths. Inhale. One. Two. Three. Four. Exhale. One. Two. Three. Four. Over and over until the knot in your chest lessened. You dried your tears and plastered on your best fake smile. You were a pro by now.

You left your soon and went in search of Ghost. He wasn’t in the mess hall, the gym or his office. So, you went to his room. Knocking on the door you began to pick the skin around your nails again, making it bleed. Something you always did when you were anxious. Ghost opened the door, looking down at you. ‘Can I come in?’

He moved slightly, allowing you entry, the sheets on his bed slightly ruffled from where he had been lounging. A dull warm glow filled the room from his lamp, and a book was placed face down on his bedside table. You stood in the middle of the room, still picking your raw skin. ‘Why did you do that?’ You asked, looking at the floor. His heavy footsteps made their way over to you. ‘I told you. Because you’re mine.’ You sighed finally allowing yourself to look at him. ‘In front of everyone? People are gonna start asking questions. Gaz did, and Soap. Well, Soap isn’t speaking to me.’

Ghost cupped your jaw forcing you into his space ‘why? Because he knows you used him? You used him and led him on, with how much he likes you?’ You twisted your lips, no point arguing with that, he was completely right.

‘You knew he liked me and you still let me initiate whatever this is between us?’ No fucking way you were gonna tell him he loved you. ‘Yeah’ he replied bluntly.

‘Why?’

He caressed your face, ‘because for once, I could have something I wanted. I never thought I could love again after losing my family. I didn’t want to let myself, I didn’t wanna hurt again. But I fell for you, fast and it scared me. I feel safe with you, around you. It still feels weird, I don’t know what to do with this feeling sometimes. But I know I want you. When you made a move on the plane I knew I was being a dick to Johnny. But like fuck was I gonna let you slip away.’

You were speechless. He was finally opening up to you. Finally letting you in. Between this confession and him removing his mask it was too much to take in. Your lip quivered as you fought back tears. You grasped at the hand he held on your face as you lent further into his touch. ‘We’re both fucked aren’t we?’ You whispered. He let out a grunt of amusement, ‘yeah.’

He pulled you into a hug, he held you tight as he kissed your forehead. ‘Johnny will come round. He always does.’ You mentally scoffed, I dunno about that buddy you thought to yourself. ‘I got you something for Christmas’ you muttered into his chest. You knew he didn’t celebrate Christmas, he hated it. Shut himself off every year. He tended up beneath you, feeling him shift you quickly pulled back and looked up at him. ‘I know you don’t like it, and I didn’t expect anything from you. I just … I just wanted to get you something. It’s only small.’ He relaxed, only slightly. Seemingly accepting his fate he nodded. ‘Can I stay here tonight?’ You asked, quietly hoping. ‘Yeah.’

You went to your room and changed into your pyjamas, exhausted from the endless emotional rollercoaster you’d found yourself on. You returned to his room and slid into his bed, he was still reading as you placed your head on his chest. He pulled you in tight drawing small circles with his thumb on your exposed skin. You fell asleep to the sound of his melting heart.

#simon ghost riley #call of duty #cod mw22 #ghost x you #ghost x reader #simon riley #cod #ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #john mctavish #john soap mactavish #light angst

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rxgueone · 1 year

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WEST COAST

Word count: 7,300

Summary: Lana (oc) has just came back from rehab. While she was in rehab, she had met several different people, one of them having the name of Austin Butler who had just moved into town. Lana and him are invited to a party. At the party, one of Lana’s friends get hit on, to which Austin defends said friend.

Warnings: angst, drugs, smoking, cursing, violence, all I can think of.

Tags: none.

Note: I just needed to get a story out. I might expand on this plot I have no idea. Also, I have a passion for cars and I feel like this story low key shows that—? If there’s typos I’m sorry. I wrote this at 1AM and it is currently 4:43AM as I am re-reading it, spare me.

MASTERLIST

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People say a lot of things can go down in the summer. Or not, sometimes people just have a boring summer. But for Lana, needless to say it was pretty exciting. To put it front she had overdosed in the first week of summer break and had to spend the rest of her summer in rehab. God knows what she has overdosed on, but she had visited her drug dealer buddy. Which that turned into something deadly, where she and her drug dealer buddy got threatened, and in as a result she overdosed. The experience for everyone was scary, except for her, she says: she was vibin. Needless to say everyone thought she was dead.

At least five days till senior year started, and she had just gotten back from rehab. She was standing in front of someone who she considered to be family. He was short, about 5’8” and had a scar going across his face due to a bike accident he had when he was younger. He had a buzzcut, always wore a Hockey cap. With the logo of the SJ Sharks. “So, you back?” He was looking up at her with a cigarette between his ear and head.

She stood in front of him, nodding. “Yep.”

“Aight, that’s what’s up.” He leaned off his chair, held out his hand and they both pumped each other. Leaning back then took the cigarette to light it up. “I thought you fuckin’ died man, sure as shit scared me.” He scoffed, blowing out a bit of smoke away from her.

“Nah, I’m good.” She shook her head. “How’ve you been Dal?”

Dal was a drug dealer. He owned a convenient store with his twin brother named Tray. Dal was the older brother by at least five minutes, he was 23, dropped out from the high school Lana was going to at the age of 17. His twin brother Tray also dropped out at a young age as well, maybe 14 or something along the lines of teen. Which Dal didn’t mind. The two brothers had their little drug business, plus with the store? They had a good amount of bank coming their way.

At first Lana was unsure about Dal. But after being friends with him for a solid year or two. Lana was sure about Dal and Tray now. She knew that Dal was a real and genuine friend, who actually gave some sort of shit about her. She trusted Dal and Tray, and the same went for the both of them.

“I’ve been alright.” Dal smiled, nodding his head for a few moments. “How’ve you been though, Lana.”

“Been alright.” She chuckled. “Hey, is Tray- still-?”

“Aw c’mon, you can’t be serious. You just got back.” Dal tilted his head, confused.

“Nah, I wanna say hi to him is all. I’m off that shit for good. No worries.” Lana knew that Dal was implying about the glass and powder that they sold.

“Oh aight, yeah he’s in there.” Dal nodded understandably. They both gave each other one more pump before Lana had smiled, skipping into the convenience store while he smoked his cigarette.

Lana opened the door to the fridge and walked inside. Finding Tray who was leaning back and listening to music. Tray was in nothing but a tank top and some sweats, wearing a silver chain necklace. He looked up, seeing Lana. “Yo! What’s up Lana!” They both pumped each other. “Thought you died bruv.” He sniffled, rubbing his nose.

“Seems like everyone thought I died.” She joked, a charming smile plastered on her face. Tray returned that friendly smile, nodding his head. “You got anything new?” She asked.

“Got some of that fuckin’ murky shit, check it out.” He grabbed a little baggie of powder. Holding it up to her face, she leaned down to look at it, nodding her head in approval. “Where you put that shit in the spoon and heat it up, Dal says it’s some strong shit bruv.” Tray smirked proudly before putting it down.

Tray reached into a little bucket, holding it out. The bucket was filled with bags that had at least three pills of LSD. “What type of acid is that?”

“It’s got levels.” He held up the bag to her. Which she took so she could look at it decently, nodding her head still. She had squinted her eyes. The pills looked to be formed in sugar cubes, and the other bag Tray held out had little smiley faces stamped on them. “Them sugar cubes is the shit bro!” His tone was filled with excitement.

Lana nodded her head, smiling a bit. She was happy that he was excited about drugs. Even though drugs were bad of course, the fact that Tray obviously had some sort of passion for them was low key pretty cute. Tray and Dal never took the drugs either, they simply held and sold them.

“What do they do?” She asked.

“Some psychological shit. One of the clients tripped out for two days straight.”

“Shit, that’s pretty dope.” Lana admitted.

“But ey man,” Tray snapped her attention from the drugs to him, “Dal and I really did miss you man.”

“I missed you too, Tray.”

Lana left the store after. Tray had given her an ice cream sandwich with a bag of cheetos. Which was her favorite snack. She had decided to walk home, with her hands in the pockets of her sweatpants.

While she had been walking, a familiar car had drove passed her, slowed down until Lana was walking beside the car. She recognized it, it was a blacked out 2000 Pontiac Firebird that the owner of said car actually bought with their own money. Lana side eyed the car, seeing their window roll down. “Hey Lana, is that you?!” They exclaimed excitedly through the window.

Lana leaned down, walking to the rolled down window. “Yep!” She nodded her head. She had already known who the driver was. Her name was Victoria Sanchez, aka Tori.

Victoria was fucking crazy to put it short. Absolute fucking psycho. At least to the boys who had dated her. Lana liked her, Victoria was always super nice to her, and in Lana’s eyes. Victoria had a heart of gold. She was small, about 5’3” had tan skin with black hair that was slightly wavy. With the perfect siren eyes, and perfect lips as well, and a small nose. Needless to say, she was a real treat n’ beauty.

The opposite could be said of her boyfriend Ashton Tucker. Ashton was a dickhead, a jock really. He was tall, about 6’3” so a solid foot taller than Victoria. Lana and Ashton didn’t get along at all, they actually got into a fist fight with each other in Freshman year due to the fact that he had tried to grope her at the school dance, homecoming to be exact. Which resulted into her decking him across the face, and the both of them went at it.

Ashton took pride in himself, he was the footballs team quarterback and their captain as well. He had brunette hair with a sharp jawline, good nose. Lana didn’t like thinking about him, but he was the school heartthrob at the time. Girls thirsted over him. Ashton though always had eyes for Victoria.

Their relationship was toxic needless to say. Lana had watched the two get into a screaming competition. With Ashton repeatedly calling her fucking insane, and Victoria yelling about how psychotic he was. It was a relationship that had the same taste as eating raw sardines with expired beans, joined up with soda that had no carbon. Lana knew all about it due to the fact she was good friends with Tori.

“Damn bitch, I thought you died!” Tori shouted, laughing. She was glad to see Lana after two months. Lana shook her head, happy that Tori seemed excited. “Come on in, I’ll give you a ride to wherever you’re going.”

“Appreciate that, Tori,” Lana opened the door of the Firebird, sitting in the passengers side.

“Oh my god c’mere bitch, you have to let me hug you.” Tori opened her arms and they both hugged each other. Tori leaned back in her seat, grabbed the gear shifter of the car and put it into first gear, driving forward. “I’ve missed you, Lana.” She smiled.

“Missed you too.” Lana responded. She meant that. She actually did miss Tori, in spite of them being polar opposites. Lana had missed the excitement and attitude that Tori had, it was rather entertaining.

“How was rehab?” Tori kept her eyes on the road.

Lana leaned back, thinking to herself before answering. “Pretty good, the people there were nice.”

This was true. The people at rehab all had problems and all were fairly nice. Nobody there was judgmental. They were all supportive of each other, plus, Lana had actually met a really cool dude there.

The doctors there were also cautious about the drugs they would give her every time something went down. At one point she asked the doctor for a specific drug, and they said to just stick with Advil and Tylenol, and in response Lana said she never wanted that doctor again.

He laughed at that response. He was a sweet doctor. Actually he was Lana’s favorite. His name was Mr. Gilbert.

“That’s good, hey-“ Tori turned to look at Lana, “wanna come hangout with Alex, Beth, and I for a bit? I’m going over to Alex’s place first to pick her up.” She asked innocently. Lana nodded, smiling. Tori giggled, she wasn’t over the fact that Lana was back. Lana looked great, her wavy brunette hair was cut short. Her tanned skin actually looked somewhat smooth. But she still had her eye-bags. Which was fine to Lana. It was completely okay considering the last time she saw Lana, she was a mess. To be specific, Lana was wearing a shirt she threw up on without washing it.

When Tori saw that, all she could say was: shit, drugs really do fuck you up huh? And to that statement. Beth agreed.

Lana sat in the car for a bit, watching Tori shift through the gears. “Hey,” she brought up, and Tori glanced at her, “has anything interesting happened while I’ve been gone?”

“Well,” she hummed, thinking to herself for a few moments before answering, “well… there’s this new kid that’s in our grade this year. I heard he just moved here.” She started.

“Oh.”

Continuing on, “I heard he’s super cute, his name’s Austin.”

Lana blinked, “Austin?” She echoed his name.

“Austin.” Tori repeated after her.

“Butler?”

“You know him?” Tori blinked, confused.

“Well- yeah.” Lana shrugged.

Austin Butler was a kid she met in rehab. He wasn’t a patient there, but was there to see his older brother who had overdosed like Lana. From what she could recall, Austin had been bored one day and walked to the lobby to which Lana was there trying to buy a Snickers bar from the vending machine.

Austin instantly recognized she was a patient due to the clothes she was wearing. And was happy that there was someone there that was at least close to his age. He approached her, offered to buy her the snickers since she had no money, and she gladly agreed. Didn’t want to spend money.

Austin was a super chill dude actually. And yes, Tori was right. He was a pretty cute dude. Although Lana could remember he had a super awkward smile. But, regardless, he was nice. Austin was a guy who was 100% clean, didn’t do drugs, drank, or smoke. Didn’t have any socials either. Lived his life low, he was a minimalist, which of course- considering Lana’s generation, was probably a real shock.

Austin told Lana he hadn’t done anything like that because of his family. He came from a line of addicts, and so he steered away from drugs. Plus, his relationship with his mom and dad weren’t so good.

Eventually Austin’s brother had left rehab. But Austin still came over every day to see Lana, check up on her since she was his only friend. Unfortunately, Austin had to come tell her that his older brother relapsed and passed away.

“Yeah,” Lana nodded her head, puckering her lips when she was thinking then smiled, “Austin’s a good friend of mine. He was at rehab with me.”

“A patient?” Tori seemed surprised.

“Oh no, his brother was a patient. Not him.”

“Oh- so you’ve met him?” Tori tilted her head to think herself. “Is he cute? Alex says he looks like someone from the sixties.”

“Yeah,” Lana agreed without any hesitation. She had no problem complimenting Austin, he deserved it. She kept nodding her head when she was thinking of him, “he’s good looking for sure. Tall, blonde, gray eyes, and he plays Hockey.”

“Hockey?”

“Yeah, he plays for the Campbell Vipers.” Lana confirmed. “Deep voice. Definitely the new heartthrob.”

“Oh…” Tori blinked as she kept trying to envision how he looked. “Ashton’s probably better.” Lana thinned her lips in disagreement. Ashton’s the spawn of satan. She thought to herself. “Speaking of him, we broke up.”

“Again?” This came to no surprise.

Ashton and Victoria probably broke up at least twice a month. Lana was actually low key sick of it. Tori would cry about him then the very next week she’d be getting dicked down by him. It wasn’t just Lana who was sick of it. Even Alex, someone who was passive, more passive than Lana, was sick of it. As well as Beth. The whole group was tired of it.

“The hell do you mean, again?” Tori mimicked Lana’s deeper tone.

Lana squinted her eyes at Tori. “Don’t you and him break up like forty times a year?” She leaned back further in the passengers seat, sweeping her hair away from her eyes.

“So? I love him.”

Lana chuckled to herself. “More like you lust for him.” She murmured underneath her breath, whilst staring out the window.

—

School had finally started and like usual they had a pep rally and an assembly to get everyone ready with what would happen for the school year.

Tori had picked her up because once again, she found Lana walking by herself. Why? Well because when Lana wasn’t sober. She couldn’t actually properly bike. At one point she actually biked into the lake, couldn’t retrieve her bike back then. Even Alex was shocked when she found out about the bike. And it took a lot to somewhat surprise Alex.

While Tori drove Lana to school, they talked about the usual which was obviously about the new boy that was coming to Preston. Frankly, he was the talk of the town. Which was one of the nuisances of living in a small town such as Campbell.

There was only about maybe 7,000 people living in Campbell, so pretty much everyone knew each other. Welcome to the suburbs. Lana had known that when she overdosed, she was the talk of the town. And it was the same for Austin Butler. If Lana was being truthful, she was slightly surprised that everyone had just found out about him.

But then again, it didn’t come as to much of a shock. Austin was always going to rehab, for gods sakes he even slept there overnight. So it made some sort of sense to Lana that not everyone knew of him. Tori had talked about Austin to Alex and Beth, who kept saying how they heard he went to jail, got kicked out of private school, was a richie bitch, he was a manwhore, couldn’t keep a girl for more than a week- maybe 3 days if the chic was unlucky.

Lana was bothered by this type of talk no doubt. She had known Austin for two months and what she did know what that most things said about him were untrue. She wasn’t urged to defend him however, why would she anyways? He was a Hockey player. Those guys can beat if they want to.

As she was sitting in the bleachers of the gym, she could see hordes of the other seniors walking in. And as she stared down at the crowd, she spotted him. He wasn’t hard to miss, he had golden hair, and honestly, it was nice. But not just golden hair, he was tall. Maybe one of the tallest kids in school. The tallest was Miller, who was 6’5”, then came Ashton who was 6’3”, then Austin who was 6’1”.

Lana got up from her spot and screamed his name. Which caused him to poke his head up from the bottom of the bleachers, and at an instant that awkward gummy smile of his peered on his face. Tori, Alex, and Beth looked up at Lana, confused why she was screaming. Then looked to where Lana was waving, and they saw the blonde walking towards them. “Austin!! Get the fuck over here!” She shouted with her arms waving around like there was no tomorrow.

Austin quickly walked up the stairs towards the top row of the bleachers. Wearing a backpack that was slagging off his shoulder, he reached Lana. With a smile, his hand went for hers, quickly dapped her up, then gave her a quick bear hug. “What’s up Clark? Didn’t know you went here.” Clark was Lana’s last name, Austin had a thing where’d he call people by their last name. Due to respect. But, this also taught Lana something about him. If he called someone by their first name, he probably didn’t like them, or he was pissed.

“Please, it’s either Westen, or here. And Westen is the private school, so fuck that.” Lana sat back down beside Tori, patting the spot beside her. Austin dropped his backpack between his legs before sitting down beside Lana.

He looked over her shoulder, flicking his head towards her group. “Who are these chics.” He asked innocently.

“This is Victoria Sanchez, she goes by Tori,” Lana pointed to her. And Austin smiled at her quickly. “The other is Alex Bradley, and that’s Beth Williams.”

“Sup.” He smiled at the three of them before leaning back on the wall. Tori stared at Austin, absolutely starstruck. The same went for Alex and Beth, who couldn’t keep their eyes off of him.

“Hey,” Beth started, pushing her blonde hair behind her ear, “Mason Cooper is hosting a party- a back to school party around five up till god knows what time, you guys wanna come?” She looked at the four of them. All of them except for Austin nodded, and Beth eyed the other blonde who sat at the end of the line. “What about you, Aus? You wanna come?”

The question was answered with silence. Austin was looking at Lana, as if he was asking for permission to come. Lana gave a nod, deciding to answer for him. “Austin will come, I’m sure he will.” Lana glanced at Beth then at Austin. “You’re comin’ right, dude?”

“Yeah, totally.” There was a small smile on his face. And Lana looked at Beth, confirming for her.

“I’ll pick you guys up then.” Alex answered. “I got the biggest vehicle out of everyone here.” She brushed her hair back. This was true, Alex own a white heavy duty 2010 Ram 2500 6.7 cummins mega-cab that ate up all her fuel. It took 6 miles to the gallon which was actually atrocious. The truck was beloved however so it wasn’t like she could get rid of it. The truck actually belonged to her father, he’s a contractor. But regardless, Lana and the group felt bad for Alex. Who was mostly complaining about the awful mpg.

Austin nodded his head, before speaking. “Y’all don’t gotta pick me up.” He waved his hand apologetically. “I’ll drive there myself- Lana, could you send me the address?”

“Yeah of course.” Lana looked over at Beth, who understood what Lana wanted. Then the three of them leaned back against the wall. The pep rally was starting and the music was blaring like there was no tomorrow. Tori leaned forward to look at Austin. Lana expected a conversation was to spark, and she was going to sit in the middle of it.

“So Austin, where are you from?” Yep, Lana was right. Tori was starting up a conversation with the golden boy.

Austin leaned towards Tori so he could hear her properly. Meaning his side profile was right in front of Lana’s chest. “I’m from the West Coast.”

“But you play for the Campbell Vipers?”

“How’d you know that?” Austin chuckled. “Lana tell you or sum’n?”

“Yeah! She says you play for them. I didn’t know you were a Hockey dude.” She leaned close to him, their faces just inches away.

Austin gave a measly shrug. Thinking of an answer. As if he was supposed to make one up to impress Tori. But simply gave her the truth. “I lived in the West Coast before moving to the next town by age five. I was in a daycare in elementary. And the teacher there was a Hockey coach in his spare time, he asked if I was interested and I said yes. I started off in the peewee league before being transferred to the Vipers.”

The Campbell Vipers was actually a good Hockey team, and mostly everyone was proud of them. Even in spite of them just being a team of high school players, the team was incredibly talented. The teams color was crimson and black, with their logo being the insignia of a saw-scaled Viper.

Lana didn’t know any of the players due to the fact that their jerseys didn’t have their last names or first names, just their number. Austin’s number was three, this was because he was the third youngest in his family. He had an older sister who played Volleyball in high school, and got a scholarship for it as well. Austin was trying to follow the same path of getting a scholarship for Hockey.

Lana sat in the middle of their conversation. Her eyes looked through the bleachers, finally stopping at the bottom row. She could see Ashton staring up at the group. Lana blinked her eyes, noticing how he was glaring at Austin. Who was currently having a pleasant conversation with Tori about Hockey.

Lana bit her lower lip, not sure how Ashton would possibly react to this considering he was a dickhead and a jock as well. But Lana knew that Ashton was too pussy to even beat Austin in school. Lana could remember all the times that Ashton would beat someone to a pulp outside of school purely for interacting with Tori. The only people who could interact with Tori were chics, and guys? Well good luck to that.

Lana listened to Tori giggling as Austin was telling her about his life, due to the fact that she was so curious about it.

Austin got kicked out of his house after his brother’s passing for fighting with his mom’s boyfriend. He couldn’t live with his sister because she was off in college living in the dorms so that was off limits. So Austin figured why not live with Dal and Tray. It was a surprise that Austin actually knew the duo, but he had revealed that because of his older brother, almost all his friends, if not all of them were drug addicts.

Druggies to Austin were probably one of the nicest people on the earth, just lost was all. He also revealed that he was close friends with Dal and Tray due to his brother being friends with them as well. The duo had been letting Austin live with them for free. Only thing was that Austin had to respect their mother, who was unfortunately ill. Since the blonde was so polite, and since their mother loved him, Austin was allowed to stay as long as he wanted.

Whenever Hockey season was over, Austin would work for a rancher that lived in Gilroy. He loved horses and cattle, knew how to herd them with the help of a trusty Border Collie. Austin was a clean cut American boy with a cowboy background. Word.

“You sound interesting.” Tori smiled at him. “We should hangout sometime.”

“Whatever you want, miss.” He shrugged. “What about you? Where are you from, huh?” His voice was as smooth as butter Lana admitted to herself. But at the same time she was dreading this conversation. She was sitting in the middle, Ashton the psycho was glaring at them, which meant something was gonna go down soon.

Lana looked at her surroundings. Seeing how there were multiple pairs of eyes looking at Austin. She knew he’d be the knew heartthrob, and she slightly hated that she was friends with said heartthrob. But, at the same time she liked it. It told her that not all good looking guys were actually dickheads.

Victoria was from a place that was the opposite of Austin. She didn’t come from a rich family but rather from just a middle class family. She was surprisingly the only child, and it was surprising because everyone else in the whole entire friend group, including Lana, had siblings. But not Victoria, she was the only child, and was low key spoiled.

Sassy and had an attitude. However, she was always willing to defend her friends. Victoria revealed to Austin that she hated her parents, her dad specifically because of how loveless their marriage was. Her dad had been sleeping on the couch for as long as she could remember. Always drinking beer and never interacting. And when there was some sort of interaction, it was met with screams and shouting. Since her parents had a loveless marriage, Tori would often fantasize about marrying a man who genuinely loved her for who she was. Fantasized about having a healthy marriage.

Which was actually really ironic considering that her and Ashton would have sex 24/7 and when they weren’t fucking there were screaming. Aye, but sex and arguments make the perfect cup of joe. He really must love her for who she is… 100%. Lana thought as she listened to Tori.

She loved makeup, and also did drugs now and then. She didn’t vape, but she smoked cigarettes quite often. Her favorite was Marlboro Red, the strongest. She told Austin how she was good friends with Dal and Tray. This- was false. She wasn’t. She knew them sure but she wasn’t actually good friends with them. Lana was good friends with them. Not Tori. Maybe Tori thought she was close with them due to the fact that Dal and Tray had this sense of protecting Tori.

Tori then revealed her on and off relationship with Ashton to him. She told him how Ashton was a dickhead, how he was probably psychotic with some anger issues he needed to work on. Ashton once grabbed Tori by the throat and slammed her against the wall because she pointed out the stain he had on his shirt. She told Austin how Ashton dumped her because he thought she looked like a whore. In fact, he would often degrade her outfits, calling her a when he got the chance whore. Even when they weren’t in bed. She had told Austin. “If he were dating me now, he’d probably say I look like a whore.”

Tori was wearing a gray crop top with some gray sweatpants. She honestly looked great. A bit of her cleavage was showing and so was her stomach, but the fact she didn’t even get dress coded was a miracle. In response to her statement, he shook his head. “You look beautiful, Sanchez.”

There was a bit of silence, as if she wasn’t expecting a response like that. Lana side eyed Tori, agreeing with Austin. “He’s right, you do.” She knew that Tori needed some sort of confirmation from her silence.

“You think so?” She blinked at them both.

“Of course.” Austin smiled.

“Yep.” Lana responded after Austin. Tori smiled, leaning back on the walk beside Lana. And Austin glanced at Lana before leaning back to watch the pep rally.

When the assembly was over. Austin had hung out with Tori for a bit. She wanted to show Austin the campus. He was leaning against the lockers as she was talking to him. Lana was quietly watching with Alex and Beth, wanting to see how Austin would treat Tori.

“Hey,” Beth hit Lana’s shoulder, who glanced at her. But then was able to see that Beth was pointing to Ashton, who was approaching the duo.

“Shit, something’s boutta go down.” Lana rolled up her sleeves of her flannel in case she had to do something about Ashton. She wasn’t afraid to stand up to him. Even though he was 6’3”, she was 5’10” which in her mind- wasn’t that big of a difference. Alex stayed quiet, interested in what Austin would do once he saw Ashton.

Austin had a smirk on his face the whole time when he was talking to Tori. He wan’t talking though, she seemed to do most of the talking, with him smirking and nodding along. Clearly interested in whatever story she was telling about her being the cheerleading captain, dating the football captain, which most of the time was a recipe for disaster.

Austin’s eyes slowly crept forward when he could see Ashton strutting towards the pair. The smirk on his face disappeared, and he stood up straight. Eyes narrowing towards Ashton. “There he is, there he is.” Beth said excitedly, slowly moving behind Lana as if she was hiding from someone.

Lana noticed how Austin stood in front of Ashton, his eyes still narrowed. He didn’t seem to back down. It was clear Austin had no visible respect for Ashton, not after what Tori had told him. He probably saw the jock as some sort of dickhead who needed to get his shit together.

Tori looked at Ashton, saying something before telling Austin something. In response to this something, he dipped his head and left Ashton alone with Tori. Walking over to Lana, Alex, and Beth.

“Something is definitely gonna go down at the party if Ashton goes there.” Alex murmured from beside Lana.

—

Alex, Beth, and Tori were all standing outside of Lana’s house. She opened the door, being greeted with the trio. Lana blinked, seeing how Tori was in a thin pink crop top that pretty much looked like a sports bra with a pink silk skirt. Beth seemed to have curled her blonde hair for the occasion. She was wearing a white tank top, with a pink wool jacket over it, and some denim jeans. Alex was just wearing a casual pink shirt with some denim high waist jeans with her brunette hair tied back.

Lana stood there, looking at the trio. All three of them were wearing pink, while she was wearing black. In fact, she was wearing a black oversized shirt with a jacket that was too big for her and some joggers. Beth had texted her that the theme they were gonna go with was pink, but she obviously had completely forgotten.

“You completely butchered the theme.” Tori said, her hand on her waist. Alex was smiling at Lana, thinking of how silly she was.

“I texted you- we chose pink- remember?” Beth held out her phone from the purse she was carrying. Lana slowly nodded her head before walking out.

“Sorry I have short term memory loss.” She joked.

Alex rubbed the nape of her neck, thinking to herself. “I have a pink bow tie in the truck. Want it?”

“Sure.” Thank you Alex for coming in clutch. She added in her head.

They had pulled up down the block of Mason’s house. The whole entire ride had been dysfunctional. With Tori stressing out about her makeup and Ashton, Alex continuously telling Tori how she shouldn’t worry about Ashton due to how beautiful she was. Beth trying to learn how to tie a bow tie and put it onto someone who wasn’t wearing the proper clothes, and Lana who was being uncooperative by screaming the lyrics to Nirvana songs that Alex had been blaring while telling Tori how beautiful she was.

“How the fuck do you tie a bow tie?” Beth stared at Lana, who was now calm.

“Ugh, it’s not hard Beth.” Tori rolled her eyes before jumping in the backseat. She plopped herself down in the middle, and looked at Lana’s neck size, adjusted it, put one side shorter than the other side, and began the process of tying a bow tie.

After that was finished, Lana hopped out of the truck. With Tori and Beth following behind, Alex hopped out after, then locked the truck. The four of them walked up the sidewalk side by side, Lana with her hands in her pockets. “You think we have to give Veronica a ride?”

“Onica gets too drunk to walk at every party. I’m sure we have to.” Alex answered. This was true. Last time Veronica got so drunk that she was about to be taken advantage of if it wasn’t for Tori who had walked in to stop the whole thing.

‘Get the fuck away from her!’ Was something she was excessively yelling, she even got a whine glass and broke it over the assailants head. On top of that, Lana was too high to function. So Beth and Tori were left with babysitting the duo while Alex had to drive them home.

As they were walking down the block to Mason’s house. Lana paused when she heard the sound of a V8, and she had already known what was making the sound. It was definitely a V8 engine joined with cams. And Lana could hear the blowp of the V8 as it rolled by.

She and Alex had their jaw dropped as they saw a blacked out 1985 C4 Corvette, with the cams inside that thing were making a beautiful sound. “Holy shit, Alex…” Lana breathed out as the car slowly prowled and had parked behind Alex’s car. They both were mesmerized by the beauty of the C4.

“Who is that?” Tori asked, clearly intrigued.

“A dickhead.” Beth answered without any hesitation. Corvettes weren’t really liked in town. Why? Because most of the drivers that owned a Corvette were dickheads, would often rev the shit out of their engine, make themselves known. The owner of this Corvette wasn’t as bad as the typical driver in Campbell, but due to the fact that he clearly installed a full exhaust system, with some new cams, meant he was close to that dickhead Corvette owner line.

The four of them stood still when they saw the door or the Corvette pop open. And out came Austin Butler himself. Lana squinted her eyes, slightly confused. “I didn’t know he could fit in that.” She whispered to Alex.

Alex nodded, agreeing. He was 6’1” and Alex had put a bet with all her money that Austin was cramped inside that car. He had been wearing a simple white t-shirt and some denim jeans, joined with a brown leather belt. He had a strong strut and he flicked his head towards them. “What’s up.” He smiled as he stood in front of Tori. Looking down at her, he kept that same charming smile. “Hey Sanchez.”

“Hey Austin.” She smiled as he fell in beside her.

“Sup Clark,” the two of them quickly dapped each other up. “Hey Williams, hey Bradley.” He dapped the both them up after with a smile. Alex was surprised that Austin had already learned their names. Especially Alex’s last name, he never spoke to her at the pep rally.

“Wow, you actually did come.” Beth said as Austin was now walking in the middle of the group. Tori and Beth were on his right, Lana and Alex were on his left.

He slid his hands into his pockets as he walked with them. “I mean,” he shrugged, “I said I would.”

“Austin always keeps his words.” Lana looked at Beth calmly. “Whenever he said he was gonna see me in rehab. He always did.”

When they had approached Coopers house. Lana could see Ashton’s car. Which was a 1998 Acura Integra Type R, that had brand new shocks, break discs, and was lowered just one inch off the ground. It was so low that the car scraped. Due to Ashton’s bragging. Lana knew that the car had a 1.8 liter 16 valve inline 4 engine, which from what she could recall was a good engine that was specifically made by Honda.

The Type R had only 195 horsepower. But considering that Ashton modified his car and had it dynotuned, it definitely made more than 195 horsepower. Austin was in awe when he saw the Integra. “Who’s car is that?” He asked, pointing to the white pearl 1998 Integra Type R that was parked out in Cooper’s driveway.

“Bitch, that’s Ashton’s.” Tori answered casually, rolling her eyes. Austin huffed, as he kept staring at the Integra.

“He’s a dickhead but he’s got a beautiful teggy.” Austin murmured to Lana.

“Tell me about it.” She rolled her eyes in envy. Ashton was a rich boy, so he had a lot of privilege and often got away with his bullshit. “Say Austin, you don’t even smoke, party, or do drugs, so why are you coming here?”

“The food.” He answered. Austin had a habit of often sneaking into parties and going into kitchens so he could eat the food there. He’s always raid the fridge first, and usually there was cake. Sometimes he’d raid the freezer and find Vanilla ice cream, his favorite. He was lactose intolerant but for some reason would down ice cream when he had the chance. Suffering for ice cream was worth it in his mind.

He’d watch the others drink, get drunk, then he’s raid the kitchen. The best thing he found in the kitchen was a full batch of 12 glazed Krispy Kreme donuts that were cold but they sure as hell weren’t stale. He downed all of them in less than five minutes, four bites per donut plus milk to him was the perfect combo.

When Austin had entered the party with the four of them. All eyes were on him. Apparently Allison and Ally had locked themselves in the bathroom when they saw Austin walk into the party. Immediately they began hyperventilating when they saw him. According to Tori, they thought he was so attractive that they hid away. Which was cringe on its own, but Lana still couldn’t blame them. She too was shy around attractive looking people, men or women, didn’t matter.

Allison and Ally had been in the bathroom for so long that there was a line forming. People were shouting about how badly they needed to go pee, and Beth was one of those people. She approached the door and banged on it like there was no tomorrow. “Allison, Ally? Can you open the fuckin door?! There’s like ten of us that has to go pee out here!”

While Allison and Ally were having a nervous breakdown over Austin. He was in the kitchen enjoying an ice cream sandwich. Across from the kitchen was Tori, she was with Ashton. He was trying to convince her to get back with him. With his hand over her hips, he was pulling her close. “C’mon Tori, you know I didn’t mean that. I love you.” He smiled, leaning down to kiss her.

“No thanks Ashton, you can go fuck yourself.” She pushed him away.

“What?” He hissed angrily, grabbing her wrist. Tori could tell that Ashton was obviously not in a sober state, he was reeking of alcohol and weed. Stunk, stunk real bad. Austin kept a close eye on the pair, grabbing another ice cream sandwich. “You did not just tell me that.”

“I just the fuck did.” She yanked her hand away, only to be greeted with a chokehold. Ashton could feel Tori shaking in his grasp, but she kept staring up at him. Inhaling sharply to catch her breath as his grip around her throat tightened. He leaned down further, his nose against hers as he kept a tight grip on her throat.

Before he could get a word out, Austin swallowed the chunk of ice cream. “Oi, buddy! She said she ain’t gonna ride your dick, now leave her alone, man.” He called to Ashton. Tori kept staring up at Ashton to see what he’d do, and he threw Tori to the side, whipping around to face Austin.

“What pretty boy?”

Austin took a bite from his sandwich. Gulping down, “…she said she ain’t gonna ride your dick.” He said as he took another bite. “So back up.” Speaking through a full mouth, Ashton stood there, glaring at Austin.

Ashton and Austin were both making a scene in the kitchen, and there was a crowd slowly forming to watch in interest. Alex poked her head out the corner, with Lana by her side. Alex saw Tori and without any hesitation had grabbed Tori to pull her out of the kitchen. Lana was gonna stay behind to watch what was to unfold. The pretty boy goes up against the richie bitch who’s dad owns half the town. Nice. Lana couldn’t stop smiling, for some reason, she was proud of Austin for going head to head with Ashton. Well I mean it makes sense, he plays Hockey.

While everyone else saw this as some sort of stand off. Austin was simply enjoying his ice cream. It was pretty wild if Lana was being honest. “Scuse me, who the fuck are you?” Ashton asked, slowly walking towards Austin, who was leaning against the fridge as if he was gatekeeping his ice cream.

“Hi, I’m Austin Butler.” He introduced himself to Ashton before taking another bite from his ice cream sandwich. Ashton narrowed his eyes, slightly squinting them in confusion. That was the thing about Ashton. Whenever he couldn’t properly intimidate someone, he would always get confused. But slightly fearful. Why? Because an opponent who has nothing to fear, isn’t someone you wanna fuck with. “Who the fuck are you?” Austin repeated after Ashton.

“What’d you just say-“

“Who the fuck are you.” He smirked, repeating the question for Ashton.

“You tryna fuckin’ start shit with me?”

“No, are you?”

“Nah man, seems like the fuck you are!” Ashton grabbed Austin’s forehead, forcing it back. The back of his head hit the fridge, and Ashton tightly gripped his hair so he could slam Austin’s head into the corner of the counter.

He fell to the ground, laying there as if he had just been killed. The crowd that had formed was silent, staring down at Austin. His blood had stained the kitchen counter, and Ashton stood over Austin. “Did he just fucking kill him?!” One of the bystanders shouted within.

“What the fuck is his problem?”

“Dude was just chillin!”

“He was eating a fuckin’ ice cream sandwich and got his shit handed to him for what?”

The crowd slowly started to fall apart in protest when they watched Austin. As he laid there, he let out a bundle of laughs, giggling madly before he got up to face Ashton once more. “Hey buddy,” Austin started, speaking softly as if Ashton was a child, “you tryna start sum’n with me?” A childish giggle left his throat. As blood was dripping down the side of his head and onto his face.

“What…” Ashton stared at Austin, genuinely weirded out.

“I said.” Now he stood still with his hands in his pockets. “You tryna start sum’n with me.” Narrowing his eyes towards Ashton. He saw the jock launch towards him, like instinct he stepped to the side quickly. His brain was now thinking like a Hockey player. He grabbed the bottle of vodka that was on the kitchen counter and slammed it onto Ashton’s head. Shattering it on the back of his head, and Ashton fell over. Instantly knocked into an unconscious state.

Austin stepped over Ashton’s body to walk back to the fridge to get another ice cream sandwich. Unwrapping it, he dropped the wrapper onto Ashton, taking a bite from the sandwich. Lana stood in the middle of the crowd, she had been watching the whole fight. And all she could really say was. “God damn.”

Examining his surroundings, he spotted Lana then pushed through the crowd. “Scuse me, scuse me.” He murmured as he approached her. They all moved out of the way for him. Their eyes still staring at Ashton.

“Holy shit…

“Yo? is he good?”

“Should someone call the ambulance?”

“Who? For Ashton Tucker? Nah that fucker deserves it bro!”

“Sup Clark.” Austin took a bite from his sandwich. “How’s Sanchez?”

Lana was blinking repetitively, still trying to process what she had just seen. “She’s uh- she’s- she’s um…” stammering through her words, while scratching the back of her head, “yeah man she’s- she’s good. Alex is taking care of her.”

“That’s good.” He covered his mouth so she wouldn’t have to see how full of ice cream it was.

Lana didn’t like Ashton, not one bit. If she could kill him she would. But the fact that Austin slammed a bottle of Vodka over Ashton’s head and just left him laying there while a puddle of blood was forming underneath him was both concerning and badass. Concerning because she didn’t want her friend to get in trouble, but badass because finally Ashton got what he deserved. “Aye you sure- you sure Ashton’s good?”

Before taking another bite from the ice cream sandwich, Austin was surprised by the question. “You friends with him?” He asked, confused why Lana was even worried.

“No.”

“Then why do you give a fuck?”

“Yeah good point.”

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what are your ash williams headcanons?

:D Any excuse to talk about my boy!

Let’s get the unoriginal ones out of the way first. Trans, bi, brain damaged, etc. But also:

I think he gets startled/scared every time he sees his reflection on accident or out of the corner of his eye

Ash was sweeter when he was a kid/teen and then through a combination of wanting to be like his “cool” guy friends and also leaning into slightly more toxic masculinity for the sake of passing, he started becoming more of a dick. His sister and gf prevented him from crossing the line too much though. Until they died. And his brain cells got knocked clean out of his skull. (This is me reconciling his characterization in the first evil dead with the rest of the franchise)

I’ve said this in a post but I’m like 65% serious about him genuinely forgetting he’s trans in aved era. He had top surgery decades ago, and he either had bottom surgery too or thinks that he lost his dick the same way he lost his hand. The other 35% is me thinking it would be really funny if he’s just this boomer who’s completely chill and nonchalant about being trans and thinks that everyone knows. He says shit like “back when I was a chick—” and does not notice Kelly and Pablo whirling around to stare in shock

Cheryl went through a phase when they were little of following Ash around and trying to be just like him. Ash was really annoyed by this but could never bring himself to be mean enough to where she was genuinely hurt and stopped, so he just suffered

It is my firmly held belief that one good solid pegging where they pause in the middle for Ash to cry would fix him. It just would.

I’m gonna stop here bc otherwise I’ll go on all day lol

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memestockpile · 1 year

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shawshank redemption (1994) feel free to change as needed.

i really don’t remember. i was upset.

i think mostly i wanted to scare them.

a revolver holds six bullets, not eight.

you strike me as a particularly icy and remorseless man.

it chills my blood just to look at you.

i’ve learned my lesson.

cigarettes, a bag of reefer if you’re partial, a bottle of brandy. damn near anything, within reason. i’m the guy that can get it for you.

on your feet before i fuck you up so bad you never walk again.

never seen such a sorry-looking heap of maggot shit in my life.

does the pope shit in the woods? of course i am.

bullshit. i’ll take that action.

you’re out some smokes, son.

looked like a stiff breeze could blow him over.

you eat when we say you eat. you piss when we say you piss. you shit when we say you shit. you sleep when we say you sleep.

i believe in two things: discipline and the bible.

the first night’s the toughest, no doubt about it.

make you wish your daddies never dicked down your mommies.

talk to me, boy. i know you’re in there.

i wanna go home!

i had your mother! she wasn’t that great!

you gonna eat that?

i believe i owe that boy a big sloppy kiss when i see him.

doesn’t matter what his fucking name was. he’s dead.

i keep my ear to the ground.

they say you think your shit smells sweeter than ordinary. that true?

i understand you’re a man who knows how to get things.

i’m known to locate certain things from time to time.

i’d grow eyes in the back of my head if i were you.

you get this in your eyes, it blinds you.

honey, hush.

prison is no fairy world.

may is one damn fine month to be working outdoors.

a million bucks? jeez louise!

hey, you nuts?

i miss the joke? what’s so funny?

you better start making sense.

actually, i feel silly telling you all this.

the colossal prick even managed to sound magnanimous.

chess. now there’s the game of kings.

i guess we’re getting to be friends, aren’t we?

relax. what are you so worried about? she’s just a woman.

i said fuck off.

a sudden serious brain injury causes the victim to bite down. hard. in fact, i understand the bite reflex is so strong, the victim’s jaws have to be pried open with a crowbar.

you little fuck.

what are you, fucking geologist?

i hear you’re good with numbers.

ain’t that a kick in the ass?

be nice to have some company down here for a change.

not a dime. my budget’s stretched thin as it is.

you’re not fooling anybody, so just put the damn knife down and stop scaring the shit out of people.

goddamn near slit my throat!

ain’t that bad, old hoss.

old man’s as crazy as a rat in a tin shithouse.

i do believe you’re talking out of your ass.

the world went and got itself in a big damn hurry.

i have trouble sleeping at night.

guess i’m too old for that sort of nonsense.

i don’t like it here. i’m tired of being afraid all the time.

tell [name] i’m sorry i put a knife to his throat. no hard feelings.

some things are best left unsaid.

lost my taste for it.

hope is a dangerous thing.

it’s very pretty. thank you.

you be sure and thank her for this fine pie.

tell them if they over-starch my shirts again, they’re gonna hear about it from me.

got his fingers in a lot of pies, from what i hear.

you can’t just make a person up.

did i say you were good? you’re rembrandt.

i had to come to prison to be a crook.

cops caught him sneaking tv sets out the back door of a jc penney.

young punk.

movin’ like molassas! makin’ me look bad!

freeze, kid! hands in the air!

you hear what i said, boy?

perhaps it’s time you considered a new profession.

you don’t seem to be a very good thief. perhaps you should try something else.

something lit a fire under that boy’s ass.

i ain’t no goddamn loser.

i don’t read all that good.

ass in gear, son! you’re putting us behind!

that’s crap, son.

he’s proud of you. proud as a hen.

c’mon, boy, back to work.

talked all the time, too, that’s the other thing. never shut up. places he’d been, jobs he pulled, women he fucked. even people he killed.

i tell you, son, this really came along and knocked my wind out.

are you catching my drift?

i didn’t pull the trigger, but i killed her.

you underestimate yourself.

pacific ocean? hell, like to scare me to death, something that big.

get busy living or get busy dying.

like something out of a robert frost poem.

every man’s got a breaking point.

lickety-split. i wanna get home.

nice having you back. place just wasn’t the same without you.

alone in the dark with nothing but your thoughts, time can draw out like a blade.

that was the longest night of my life.

you better be sick or dead in there.

i shit you not.

i see you two all the time. you’re thick as thieves, you are.

in prison, a man’ll do most anything to keep his mind occupied.

i mean, seriously, how often do you really look at a man’s shoes?

oh, my holy god.

some birds aren’t meant to be caged.

i guess i just miss my friend.

not a day goes by i don’t feel regret.

it’s a politician’s word.

what do you really want to know?

you don’t need to ask me every time you need to take a piss.

no way am i gonna make it on the outside.

they’re calling this the summer of love.

oughta bust his fucking skull.

terrible thing, to live in fear.

hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.

i hope the pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams.

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ghostbeam · 9 months

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Hey can I get that satoroz essay? I’m in dire need of your beautifully crafted self ship narratives right now

Hiiiii sera sorry for being insane but i kind of went crazy abt him and honestly could maybe say more but i literally needed to shut up ajsjsjsksjsk

Oh satoroz……he is my best friend in the whole wide world and I mean that and I friendzone him for YEARS because of it like I literally just don’t believe him when he like tries to flirt or like ask me on a date I’m like hahaha yeah let’s go on a “date” like I’m treating it as a game I’m like yeah let’s dress up and shit

And it KILLS him but honestly he will wait and it’s not like he has time to even deal with our feelings on top of like. Everything else in his life so❤️ it’s fine he will just keep randomly flirting while I keep not taking him seriously and we are like grossly affectionate and don’t think anything of it and also when he is running low on his dior lipgloss and I’m still shiny we kiss to share the shine but anyways

I’m kind of like. So so soooo scared to fall in love with him and that’s part of the reason that I invest so much in the friendship and constantly brush off his advanced because I don’t think he’s serious and I am scared that if I read into it he’ll be like oh….i don’t want u like that

But also we are the worst duo to ever live and whenever everyone’s hanging out everybody is always like FUCK they’re gonna be there????? Like we are truly insufferable like gojo brings out the annoying in me nanami is like u are so fun to hang out when he’s not here and I’m like yeah I know but consider that I have more fun when he’s here and gojo overhears this and is like oh my heart literally belongs to her!!! cool!!!!!

Ummmmm I think it finally hits me that I am In Love with him For Real and I’m still like oh he thinks this is a joke he thinks it’s funny to say he’s gonna marry me (he’s dead serious and he’s not laughing) and I’m insane so I’m like hey can u stop doing that pls and he’s like oh u hate me and u want me to die and that causes like a little rift between us until hes like banging at my door like wtf wait no????? I’m in love with u and I’ve been trying to tell u the whole time Ive know u….and I’m like wtf I thought u were joking…..and he’s like WHY and I’m like bc u just say shit!!!!!

And anyways we’re like grossly in love and probably have nasty marathon sex (yes with lots of biting!!!!) and then we become even MORE codependent than before which is saying a lot cause wow were we codependent but now it’s like disgusting everyone hates us so bad and this time gojo keeps trying to propose and I’m like hahaha how funny and he’s like😐😐😐😐

There’s also like conflict because once we’re together gojo is like let me take care of u pls depend on me and I’m like no I’m independent I’m my own person separate from u and he’s like nooooooo🥺🥺🥺🥺we belong to each other🥺🥺🥺and I secretly really love that he keeps trying to take care of me but it does go against my entire being but he will break me down bc he’s good at that<3333

#we are kind of very weirdly obsessed with each other #kinda creeps everyone out ngl #me and gojo constantly bringing each other up in conversation everyone’s like Omg shut up…….#ummmm idk<3 #like the Basis is that we are FRIENDS like really truly friends #as in knowing each other in the deepest way possible which just isn’t usually the case especially for someone like gojo #and also for me because I am very bad abt letting people in #but like something just happened…………and then we were suddenly attached at the hip #idk I think our bond is just very deep and almost alarming #but not to us we don’t care❤️#sera u are so real for letting me just talk and talk #a glimpse inside of her—>🧠#ask #mutuals!

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Sharing my thoughts on/recapping the events of Watching and Dreaming

Holy shit!!! Where the hell do I even begin?! What a fucking epic series finale!! Dana Terrace and her team went out with a bang and knocked it out of the park. It was an intense rollercoaster of emotions that got me on the edge of my seat.

I was right when I said Luz is living in a nightmare set up by the Collector, but thank goodness it didn't last long because she managed to escape it by using the light glyph. And it's also thanks to her good memory about the correct Good Witch Azura quote that she said to Amity back at the Covention. She eventually reunited with Eda and King at a giant Rubik's cube after using the light glyphs to get them out of their nightmares.

It got me worried when the Collector confirmed to Belos that King is a Titan and that Titan's magic cancels out the Collector's and further told him about the heart that's still beating. It unfortunately gave him the idea to possess the Titan's heart, a theory that has been floating around for several months and is now confirmed.

Luz, Eda, and King managed to beat the Collector's games, Pac-Man, marbles, and Jenga, resulting in him to give up and cry on a corner. As Luz tried to comfort the Collector, he told his story that made me sympathize with him and despise his siblings with every fibre of my being.

The Archivists basically pulled a Pink Diamond on him with "a game of hide-and-seek". They made him go to the Boiling Isles to see the baby Titans who were welcoming towards him. However, the Archivists were scared of the Titans' powers so they killed them and the Collector was wrongfully locked up in the in-between realm by Papa Titan. That made me believe that the Archivists set him up by having him face the consequences for something he didn't do. The Collector's feelings of loneliness, insecurity, and being misunderstood resonated with the trio and they decided to tell him their story of how they became friends.

Raine was no longer a puppet and struggled but managed to get rid of Belos off their body and did their absolute best to stop him from reaching the Titan's heart using their bard magic. However, with just a small amount of goop, Belos ended up merging with the heart and started corrupting the entire Boiling Isles.

In the archives, Puppet Amity got to carve the light glyph on the floor, turning her, Willow, Gus, and Hunter back to normal. All of them witnessed every citizen, including Camila, as puppets.

The trio took the Collector to the Grudgby arena and the Knee as they talked about their past adventures that made them grow into who they are now and taught him about real friendship. The Collector began to learn how wrong it is to force people to do things he wants, as well as the concept of kindness and forgiveness. That right there was the starting point of the Collector's character growth and I love it so much. The 4 of them heard rumbling and breathing as the Titan's eye lights up and they realized that it's Belos.

Can I just say how fucking magnificent Matthew Rhys delivered the line as Titan Belos? He definitely captured the evil embodiment and the sadistic nature of that manipulative motherfucker. The Collector flew up to Belos and used the lesson that he learned from the trio, but it obviously backfired. I'm so sorry, kid, but this ain't Steven Universe.

Luz protected the Collector from Belos's attack, causing her to be consumed by the mold and disintegrated into various balls of light. Eda and King were in complete shock to see Luz getting killed. The Collector was so desperate to bring Luz back, but it didn't work, causing him to learn the hard way that his powers can't revive mortals once they're dead. It took that serious loss for Eda and King to go into berserk mode with tears in their eyes and unleash attacks towards Belos.

The Hexside students and the Hex squad witnessed the balls of light floating up and it broke my heart to see puppet Camila crying as she sensed them, too.

In the in-between realm, Luz's soul was saved from drowning by none other than Papa Titan himself, voiced by Arin Hanson. She finally got to meet King's dad who has a glowing yellow left eye, a small Hooty on his right eye socket, wears a bathrobe, a Bad Girl Coven shirt, and glyph pajama bottoms. He was watching King all this time and those who have been kind to him. He also admitted that he imprisoned the Collector in a fit of blind rage while protecting the egg of King.

Papa Titan clarified that while Luz saving her loved ones comes from a genuine place, Belos only cares about himself, his goal to be a hero in his own delusion, and his fear of what he can't control. It brought me so much relief that Luz finally understood the difference between her and Belos. As Belos was about to have full control of the corpse, Papa Titan has decided to use what's left of his life to help Luz defeat Belos once and for all in return for being kind and helpful to King. He even relayed to Luz his message for King which would be revealed later.

Camila was brought back to normal by the Hex squad's light glyph, but they couldn't do magic to save everyone because they haven't had any rest for days, so Camila aided them by drawing glyphs so they can use glyph magic.

Back at the Boiling Isles, the Collector noticed that his hands were infected by the mold. He started to feel empathy, remorse, and grief, experiencing tears coming out of his eyes for the first time. As Belos was about to deliver the final blow, the Collector, Eda, and King were protected by a giant shield. It turns out that Luz has been revived with a badass-looking Titan/witch form. Overjoyed that they're reunited once again, Luz then used magic like a witch for the first and only time with the help of Eda and King to fight off the corruption. This was where the animation style became fluid which I absolutely adore.

The Collector made his way to the archive house to save everyone and used his powers to prevent it from falling. The trio rescued Raine, which made me so relieved that they're okay. Then they went to the Titan's heart where Belos is located. Luz used magic once more to make her way up to the heart and rip Belos out with all her strength. Raine, Eda, and King worked together to fight off the mold and Luz delivers a monologue inspired by her hyperfixation.

"Do not underestimate me, Belos. For I am the Good Witch Luz, child of the human realm, student of the demon realm, and warrior of peace. NOW EAT THIS, SUCKA!!!"

This scene right here is the most powerful shot I've ever seen in this series. Luz successfully removed Belos from the heart, undoing all of his moldy corruption that turned into ashes and faded away. The entire area of the isles remained unscathed, though the Titan's placement was adjusted as a result of Belos's possession.

Belos made one final attempt of manipulation by shapeshifting into Philip Shittybitch and trying to convince Luz that he "freed" her from the "curse" that "made him do all the horrible things". Luz did not buy any of his bullshit and suddenly, the boiling rain made him melt into the ground while Luz is immune from that. At that point, he still believed that witches are evil instead of admitting that he's the evil one.

Seeing Belos getting curbstomped by Eda, King, and Raine was extremely satisfying as fuck. Now that his reign of terror has ended for good, the Boiling Isles has become peaceful once again and wild magic is no longer outlawed. King finally saw his dad after his spirit exited Luz's body. King got to hear from Luz the message from his dad: "I loaf you". The trio laid on the grass as all their efforts to thwart Belos's plans have finally paid off.

Watching and Dreaming did something that Change Your Mind from Steven Universe failed to do. It is the fact that not everyone deserves forgiveness and kindness and not everyone can be reasoned with. I read that the criticism of the latter is how unrealistic it is to change everyone's minds. For someone like Belos who is an irredeemable and deluded lost cause filled with unreasonable hatred due to following an outdated and hateful ideology, it is only fair to have his existence completely annihilated as retribution for manipulating the populace with his lies, killing thousands of witches and demons, consuming palismen, attempting a mass murder, mortally wounding Flapjack, and being a complete threat to the Boiling Isles.

The Collector finally got everyone's approval after Amity reached out her hand to help him get up. Everyone reunited with their families after the Collector turned them back to normal. We got to see Amity's reunion with Alador, Gus's reunion with Perry, Willow's reunion with Gilbert and Harvey, the onscreen kiss between the latter two, and Hunter's reunion with Darius and Eberwolf.

I'd like to think that Odalia, Kikimora, Hettie, Mason, Osran, Vitimir, Terra, and Adrian get publicly cancelled by everyone for being accomplices of Belos and his attempted mass murder. Even after being turned back to normal, the 3 coven heads didn't change their ways as they attempted to take over the throne, but Darius and Eberwolf stopped them from doing so. They were like, "Hell no! Fuck off, you 3! We won't let you repeat history".

Back at the owl house, we got to see a second onscreen kiss between Luz and Amity, Camila finally meeting Eda, the Collector turning Hooty back to normal, and Lilith's reunion with Hooty. The Collector gave Francois back to King, but King gave it back to him as something to remember him by, hugging him and whispering, "I hope I see you again". It was a touching moment between them as the Collector finally found a real friend. The Collector decided to go back to the stars to do some growing up and soul searching. While Luz was saddened that the glyphs no longer work due to the passing of Papa Titan, she remained hopeful as it marked the beginning of a new chapter.

4 years later, Luz enrolled in all majors at the University of Wild Magic. We see photos of more adventures in the human realm pinned on the board, including the high school graduation photo of Luz and Vee, as well as a writing scholarship signed by Dana Terrace.

The old house is now owned by the Nocedas and has been completely renovated with a brand new portal that allows travel between realms. As Owlbert flies freely, the credits started to roll and we got to see the awesome timeskip designs of every character and the revelations of other characters in a democratic Boiling Isles.

Willow has short hair, a new pair of glasses, and an Emerald Entrails top.

A teenage Braxas is a healing and beast-keeping student.

Hunter, who is a Palisman carver, no longer has bags under his eyes as he's finally happy, he gets good amounts of sleep, and he has a blue jay palisman named Waffles.

A gravestone to commemorate Flapjack.

Lilith oversees the renovation of the Bonesborough Library and finally acquires a harpy form.

Amity has a badass ponytail.

Skara and Barcus are now teachers at Hexside.

Principal Bump has retired from Hexside and is now a gardener.

Alador has invented a machine and worked with healing witches to remove coven sigils which turned out to be successful.

Darius and Alador might be in a relationship, as hinted by Darius's blushing.

Raine sports white hair and has a fox palisman.

The Keeper of the Looking Glass Graveyard and Edric are professors of the University of Wild Magic.

Gus has dreadlocks and is in charge of an exchange program between the Demon and Human Realms.

Eda sports a pirate hook and is the headmaster of the University of Wild Magic.

King appears taller and his horns appear slightly longer.

Vee, Camila, and Luz arrived at the Boiling Isles and everyone surprised her with a King-ceañera as a way to make up for Luz's 15th, 16th, and 17th birthdays after she contributed to rebuilding the Isles for 3 years.

King has acquired the ability to empower glyph magic, albeit with a new language for Luz to learn. King brought Luz to the edge of a cliff as the Collector created a light show of shooting stars. Luz thanked Eda and King for their neverending support. As the light show is about to be over, Luz and everyone gave a one big "BYEEE!!!" to the sky and audience, bringing the series to an end.

To wrap up this long-ass blog, I would just like to say a huge thank you to Dana Terrace and her team for creating a show with a compelling narrative, character development, lore, worldbuilding, representation of neurodiversity, and most importantly, LGBTQ+ representation.

This show has changed a lot of lives with its subject matter that not a lot of cartoons have the courage to depict and it makes viewers feel seen, heard, and validated.

The entire voice cast did a spectacular job in bringing life to the characters that we love and hate. I wish them all the best in their future endeavours.

It’s also thanks to The Owl House that I got to discover the following wonderful reactors on YouTube:

alyciadweeb

BFLReacts

Darqui

Director Nat

EdDaWiz

IAmZamber

Krystalogy Reacts

MikeyVenture

Morgan Terry

Not-So-Average-Fangirl

TheFlamingShark

thethirdbill

Wee Lass Reacts

ZachReacts

It is such a tremendous shame that we won’t get to see the origins of the Bat Queen, what happened to the palistrom seed that Dell gave to Eda, the sibling relationship between Matt and Steve, and many more storylines due to Disney’s cancellation of the show and their shortening of season 3.

Looking at the bright side, the wait for the series finale was totally worth it and I’m glad it ended on a satisfying note.

Titan bless you all! 💖🏳️‍🌈✌️

#the owl house #toh #the owl house season 3 #toh season 3 #watching and dreaming #series finale #thoughts #recap #thank you dana terrace and the owl crew

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damnredthing · 2 years

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Fairy tale ramblings – SNW S1E08

This post – naturally – contains spoilers. If you haven’t seen the episode yet and do not want to read spoilers, please do not read any further.

This is not an episode review but rather just a bunch of ramblings which I’ve tried to at least sort a little bit into categories.

Season 1 – Episode 8 – The Elysian Kingdom

My ramblings will be a bit different this time, mostly because I have done something I usually don’t do. I’ve read critics (and instantly regretted it. Thankfully I kept my hands off the vitriolic youtube reviews). But no worries, I’ll not just beat on a dead horse, I also have other things to say about this episode. But to get the unpleasant part out of the way (just skip to the next headline if you don’t want to go through the stupid criticisms):

I’m sorry but I have to ask

What is wrong with Star Trek fans? Why does this episode get so many shitty reviews? What is it you want from a Star Trek show that pays homage to TOS, what? Because I don’t get it. You want serialized episodes, yet people whine when one out of 10 episodes gets “wasted” to a comedy episode.

You want story arcs resolved, yet people whine when a story gets resolved but it happens within a comedic environment.

You want the silliness that turned some TOS episodes into classics, but when SNW goes exactly that, people whine that it’s cringy?

I don’t get some fans anymore.

I tried to understand them by doing what I usually keep my hands off, I read some of the reviews. I don’t want to comment all of them, but some just stand out that I really don’t get at all.

A comedic episode should not have been done in season 1

Some critics claim that a comedic episode came too soon, and that the characters had no right to be comical when they weren’t even properly introduced yet.

So that means we are only allowed to watch serious episodes in the first season until every single character has enough depth to show other sides of themselves? That doesn’t even make sense. The other shows also goofed off already in season 1. Remember a certain pregnancy in Enterprise? Or a batshit crazy game in DS9’s Move along home?

When did some Trek fans turn into people who have to go outside to laugh?

Captain Pike was damaged

I have read some really disturbing critics, some went even so far to be flat out homophobic. It seems to some people that being a whiney weakling fairy tale figure equals to being gay. Some critics claim that Pike is now “forever” damaged and cannot be taken seriously anymore.

Really? Rauth is not Pike, how is it so difficult to understand that? Pike did not exist while his body was possessed. Pike, just like everyone else who was possessed, did not even remember any of what happened. Just because the body of Pike acted all differently, people now cannot take the real Pike seriously anymore?

And what’s with all the homophobic shit? EVEN IF Rauth was gay, what’s the problem with that? Are you so scared Pike might be gay or bi that this little fun gig already made you lose your masculine coolness? But the firm conclusion that Rauth is whiney and weak, therefore he MUST be gay speaks volumes about some fans.

More LGBTQ+ phobic critics

There are really people who bitch about Una’s and Erica’s characters supposedly being in a relationship and call that “preaching”.

Heaven forbid there is a little girl who was raised with an open mind and who dared to ship two female characters. This was such a short sequence in the entire episode that it hardly qualifies as “preaching”. It’s not like it was forced down your throat. It was just a tiny remark followed by a tiny “oh we know” smirk. That’s all there was! If anything, I applaud M’Benga for having his daughter raised so open minded that it felt like a completely normal thing for her.

Gender swap crap

Some critics bitched about the gender swapping of Sir Adya and claim it preaches feminism in our faces!

Oh cry me a river! The characters were matched solely by choice of a child! And if the child would have wanted a space amoeba to be Sir Adya, we would have seen an amoeba in a shining knight armor!

The story was childish and the characters were overacted

I’ve read many critics in which people claim the actors were so bad and were over acting, so that the whole episode seemed to have been written by children.

They almost understood the plot. But still missed it terribly. Of course the characters were over acted and of course the story seemed childish, BECAUSE THE ENTIRE STORY WAS TOLD FROM THE EYES OF CHILDREN!!! It’s like kids playing with dolls.

M’Benga’s story arc was destroyed by comedy

People wanted Rukiya’s story arc resolved (which I agree with). But there is a bunch that is now pissed off because it was done within a comedic setup which disrespected M’Benga’s sacrifice and tragic story.

Look at these two fellas, who represent the oldest story telling art in the world.

Comedy and drama have always been a classic to shock people. You feel safe and entertained, until the hammer drops. It’s a classic storytelling format.

What these people don’t understand is that the entire story was Rukiya centred. SHE drove all the characters. She was taken out of her isolation to have the best time she had in a long while. The fact that every character was so over the top hilarious just showed what a joyous person was hidden in the transporter buffer. We were shown a child’s world, which is actually a gift. Too many of us adults have forgotten what it’s like to be and think like a children (obviously!). For M’Benga it must have felt like salvation to see his child enjoy herself so much, even if it was at the cost of his friends, whose bodies were borrowed for a while. I am almost certain each and everyone of the crew forgave Debra for using them, because they all knew the gift they had given to Rukiya. This was a bittersweet story, seen through the eyes of a child to say a heartfelt goodbye. This is a dramedy to its core. I am sad so many people failed to see that.

The writers destroyed their own story they built up two episodes earlier

In Lift Us Where Suffering Cannot Reach, M’Benga saw a chance to heal his daughter when Elder Gamal shared some of his advanced medical knowledge. Some critics don’t get why just 2 episodes later M’Benga “sacrifices” his daughter to live in the nebula. They even go so far to call this lazy writing.

The thing is, M’Benga did NOT sacrifice Rukiya. He gave HER the CHOICE to decide what she wanted. Big difference.

So far, M’Benga had decided for his daughter what is best for her, by keeping her inside the transporter buffer. Rukiya grew increasingly upset with that and voiced it louder and louder. M’Benga might have improved his research with the help of Elder Gamal, but he did not find the cure yet. At the begining of this episode M'Benga said in his personal log that Rukiya has just little time left.

So for Rukiya the choice was either stay in the transporter buffer and hope for a cure (that might never come), or live a happy life within the nebula together with her new friend and with endless possibilities. She chose the latter. SHE chose, not M’Benga. And that’s why the solution (which wasn’t one just yet) from 2 episodes earlier became void.

-- ENOUGH WITH THE CRITICS --

From here on my real ramblings begin.

Why did Rukiya and Debra match Rauth to Pike?

I can only guess here as only the writers can really tell why Rukiya matched the characters as she did. But guessing is fun, so here I go.

Why did Rukiya and Debra match the least appealing character with Pike? Amand is a whiney coward and an opportunist who only thinks for his own advantage. He has no backbone and if given a sword, he probably would stab his own foot with it. No wonder he is scared of Sir Adya, he wouldn’t stand a chance against a skilled sword fighter.

Pike is the crass opposite of Rauth. Pike is brave, courageous and caring. He puts the well-being of everyone else above his own.

Were Rukiya and Debra mean spirited to match Pike to Rauth, as some critics claim? I cannot estimate the characteristics of Debra, but I don’t think Rukiya has any mean bone in her body. I think as for Rauth, the matching was done or pushed by Debra, but not in a mean spirited way.

Rauth had to be matched to someone. When going through the available people on the enterprise, I am sure the kids focused on the bridge and sickbay personnel. We know from Rukiya’s return as an adult that minutes in the “real world” can be months and years in the nebula. We also know that for Debra it is no problem at all to alter the appearance of the Enterprise and its crew and to even add new items, such as the costumes, twines and yes, even hair

(I am looking at you Spock)!

Debra was also able to shelf all personalities except Rukiya’s, M’Benga’s and Hemmer’s, everyone else was literally stored away. Not even the slightest glimpse of their true selves or their consciousness was allowed to the surface.

Is it so far off to assume that to do that, Debra had to invade everyone’s minds to then keep them subdued? One can argue that this alone was abusive. But it is also the behavior of a child who does a thing without realizing it’s a wrong thing to do.

Most likely, what Debra found in Pike’s head was his sad future and his mind constantly circling around it. Maybe Debra wanted to see Pike let go of that for a while and act completely differently. We have to remind ourselves that this story unfolds from the eyes of children. Imagine you’d have been told this story when you were 6 or 7 years old. Wouldn’t you find the character of Rauth extremely funny? Wouldn’t you want that character to pay the price for his selfish behavior? Children have a great sense of fairness and poetic justice, but they are not mean spirited. Rauth was never meant to be punished in a way adults would think. He was only meant to be pushed around a little and get his butt kicked (which happened in this episode, LITERALLY!).

I think the kids chose Pike for Rauth because they saw in him the best match for a funny result. They wanted to see him disconnected from his sadness for a while. They wanted him to be the character they could laugh about the most. It’s like when a child asks its dad to play the tickle monster. There is no hidden agenda, no mean spirit behind this choice. It’s just a kids choice.

Erica’s and Pike’s banter continue even when they are not themselves

I absolutely loved this comedy duo. I had a moment in episode Memento Mori in which I was unsure about Ortegas, because she was cracking jokes and remarks non-stop without really being helpful. I now understand it was her outlet to deal with the angst and stress of the situation. I wish we could get a backstory episode for her because that would give her character even more depth. But at least she got away from her usual “helmsman problems” (as Melissa keeps calling it fittingly) in this episode and she could shine as badass knight.

She is one of the few characters that got matched without changing much of the real person behind it. Ortegas is a badass and strong character, and so is Sir Adya. Ortegas is witty and so it Sir Adya. And both love to banter with Pike/Rauth.

Rauth was so whiney that I wished Adya would really have slapped him around a bit. He so had it coming!

I also think that these two had the best comedic timing of all characters, individually and in scenes together.

Some Randoms

M’Benga’s first name is Joseph

Hemmer’s antennae DO move!

M’Benga did not tell Pike about Rukyia. Maybe they aren’t as close friends as I thought. I suppose Pike also didn’t tell M’Benga about his secret. It is a bit of a missed chance that we didn’t see how Pike reacted to this closing report and learnt what secret M’Benga had kept from him for so long. As the Captain he is responsible for every person onboard. How can he care for a person whose existence he isn’t even aware of? A person that’s stuck in some piece of technology that can give out during a power outage? I also think it was a missed chance not to show us how Una and Pike resolve this, because Una knew about M’Benga’s secret but didn’t confide in Pike, even though just some episodes earlier Pike proved to her that he is willing to risk his career to protect her own secret.

Little blooper when Pike called for the Jester, in one take he had his right hand up, in the next take it was his left. Oopsie

Was every character the exact opposite of what their true selves are?

Tough and reserved La’an turned into a pampered princess diva - check

Kind and helpful Uhura turned into mean spirited queen bitch - check

Courageous and empathic Pike turned into a wuss - check

Badass Ortegas turned into badass knight – miss

Tough Una turned into tough archer – miss

Logic driven and unemotional Spock turned into conniving witcher – check

Independent and witty Chapel turned into a witty psychic – um… check and miss?

I consider Lt. Mitchell main cast now, she keeps popping up in episodes so often and even played a bigger part in the medieval episode as one of the knights. I am sure Rong Fu had a ton of fun bossing Anson around and kicking his butt. 🤭😂 It was also a bittersweet little pun for Rauth to cry out that he was “too young to die”

Why didn’t M’Benga go with his daughter? What was keeping him in the real world? I understand that his wife is also dead. His daughter was offered a life in eternity with these nebula being, he could have gone with her, why did he not? The answer is plot armor, M’Benga was part of TOS for a few episodes. But I think it would have been a very brave choice if the writers had let him go with his daughter.

If Hemmer was able to block the entity from manipulating him due to his telepathic abilities, why couldn’t Spock use his? Was his human side maybe still too strong in his pre-TOS years?

Another funny pun: “do I have to commandeer a ship?” *makes a disgusted face*. This pun would also have worked with Sir Adya. But Adya would have gone head first into the adventure, so it had to be Rauth.

Rukiya got another of her wishes fulfilled. She got to see her dad’s quarters and the whole ship, just as M’Benga promised her. 😊

I love the ruse we were given about the chemical cloud that went off in M’Benga’s head. I bet I wasn’t the only one who thought he was hallucinating after he got affected by the chemicals.

Bonus-Gif! 😊

#Strange New Worlds spoilers #snw spoilers #christopher pike #anson mount #una chin riley #rebecca romijn #erica ortegas #melissa navia #joseph m'benga #babs olusanmokun #hemmer #bruce horak #jenna mitchell #rong fu #spock #ethan peck

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