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takaraphoenix · 3 years

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Ofc I'm excited for the new chapter phoe, I am so starved for Jason content that even the suggestion that I'm going to get some (esp QUALITY Jason content like urs) makes me unbelievably giddy and I'm fr checking my phone to see when it's gonna be update time in ur timezone 🥺✨

Oh gosh, you're so sweet. Your messages always delight me a lot and since Jason took kind of a backseat today in favor of the build up of the secret reveal, yooou get a small, Jason-focused flash-forward into their future. ;) also because I actually have time to write again fdklghaöklh

Sky-blue eyes were large as they quickly flew over the words in front of him. His mouth was in a small oh-shape as he absorbed every little bit of information that was given to him. And then it just ended.

To Be Continued...

No, no, no. That couldn't possibly be! This was too exciting, it couldn't just end like that! His sister next to him made a squealing sound as she also reached the ending. She grabbed the comic book out of his hand and tried turning the page, hoping against hope there would be more.

"No, no, no," she whined frustrated and threw herself back onto the bed.

After a moment, her brother mirrored her. The two groaned and whined until their current babysitter walked in, a frown on his face. He brushed hazel-hair out of his face.

"What's gotten into you lot?"

"The comic ends, uncle Tyson! It just ends! And the next issue won't come out until next month, but it just got really, really exciting!" he heard his sister complain.

"Grace is right! This isn't fair. Cliffhangers are unlawful and inhumane!"

Tyson laughed and approached the bed to sit down between his niece and nephew. "I think I gotta talk to your parents about your definition of unlawful and inhumane, Jacky."

Jackson huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, pout in place and sky-blue eyes dark like a brewing storm. When it darkened in the room and rumbling could be heard from outside, Tyson frowned concerned and cleared his throat.

"You guys do know that you could just... ask your parents, right? They were right there. They know exactly how all of this unfolded," offered Tyson.

He took the comic-book - issue 13 of The Adventures of the New Olympians - and closed it to hold up the cover, where Jason di Angelo was standing heroically in his Blue Lightning uniform, fighting a giant space-octopus. Jackson frowned and turned to look at his sister.

"I dunno", admitted Grace. "Dad is like... dad. Not Blue Lightning. Dad sings bad old boyband songs in the shower and steals daddy's blue cookies and baby-talks to Mrs. O'Leary."

"Yeah. These comics are totally fiction, uncle Tyson", agreed Jackson seriously. "Dad's a total dork, not a superhero! He isn't like daddy and papa."

Tyson huffed a little at that, fond smile on his lips. "He isn't now. But when push comes to shove, he always got our back in a fight. Because he could never bear standing aside if his family gets hurt. Go and ask him about it, mh."

"Tyson? Where are you?", called his wife from somewhere else. "Jason is here to pick up the kids!"

"Ah, your cue, pipsqueaks", Tyson grinned and ruffled both their hair.

Grace quickly grabbed her Wisdom Warrior doll, while Jackson took the comic book, both kids quickly running out the room and downstairs. Grace just lept off a few steps before the end of the stairs, jumping straight into her dad's awaiting arms. Jason was smiling softly, hugging her tightly. Her blonde curls bounced as he whirled her around once.

"Hey there, kids. Had fun with uncle Tyson and auntie Ella?"

"Ye--es", chorused Jackson and Grace.

"Thanks for watching them, guys", Jason turned to offer Tyson and Ella a small, grateful smile. "With Perce and Nico still in Canada about that... maple syrup fuled robot apocalypse... it's been kind of stressful. And then Thabi got into trouble at school and-"

"No need to explain, or to thank us", assured Tyson, patting his brother-in-law on the back. "That's what brothers are for, Jay. We got your back. Besides, we love those two."

With a last smile aimed at the couple, Jason herded the twins out of the house and toward the car. He made sure their seatbelts were fastened before he got in the driver's seat and started the car. In the rear-mirror, he could see the twins whispering with each other, but neither speaking up. He decided against asking, for now. They'd tell him whatever was on their minds when they were ready.

Once at home, both of the kids ran off to their rooms and Jason was so busy with things around the house that he nearly forgot about the kids' strange behavior. That's what they got for having a ridiculously big house and stables, but then again, they did need the grounds to allow their companions enough space to roam free. He'd just finished feeding Tempest and Blackjack when the twins suddenly stood behind him, serious, matching frowns on their faces.

"We have come to the agreement that we should ask you", declared Grace.

A nine-year-old with pigtails had no right to look this serious. Jason smiled a little at that, nodding and waiting for more.

"We know that daddy and papa are superheroes", continued Jackson as the three headed back toward the house. "But you aren't! You're just... dad. Right?"

"Ouch", Jason huffed out a little laugh. "Just dad, huh?"

"I mean, you're normal, like us", corrected Grace with a frown, motioning at the posters at the walls when they entered the living room. "You're only a hero on the big screen! Not in real life!"

The smile on Jason's lips turned more nostalgic. His dorky, dorky husbands had decided to plaster every wall that wasn't filled with family pictures with posters of his movies. Right now, Grace was motioning very decidedly at The Twelve Tasks of Hercules. Hercules was his most popular role, a fictional superhero clearly supposed to be the son of Zeus but never actually name-dropping Zeus in the movie series. Or the spin-off TV show. It had spanned a whole cinematic universe about fictional superheroes after they had introduced Theseus, a water-powered superhero who was a thinly veiled homage to Percy, in one of the movies. Theseus got his own solo-movie, then a sequel and over the years, they had established more and more heroes in this universe. Jason was so incredibly proud of it, not just because he played the hero who started it all, but because he was also creatively involved; he had pitched the character of Theseus.

Sitting down on the couch, he let his eyes wander just a little. A poster of his first big breakout role as Jace Herondale in a TV show adaptation of The Mortal Instruments... naturally, Percy had chosen the poster where Jason posed shirtless, showing off the runes.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?", asked Jason softly.

"I wanna take over granny's bakery", declared Jackson with a puffed-out chest. "I'll learn all of her recipes and become the best baker in all of New York."

"I dunno, dad. I'm nine", huffed Grace with a pointed look. "Maybe I'll become a great fashion designer like auntie Silena! Or a teacher like auntie Annabeth. Or president. Or astronaut. Oh! Or doctor."

"Okay, okay", Jason interrupted her, laughing. "But neither of you wants to become a superhero like your dads?"

The twins exchanged a silent look before shaking their heads and Jackson answered. "No. It looks scary. It looks cool to watch but I'd be super scared."

Jason nodded slowly. "But if Gracie was in danger, like really, really scary danger, what would you do?"

"I'd help her!", exclaimed Jackson immediately, grabbing his sister's hand.

The smile on Jason's lips grew some. "Being a hero is really, really scary and really, really dangerous. And I never-ever wanted to be a hero. I'm not as brave as your dads when it comes to that. But when there is something very big and dangerous that your dads can't handle on their own, I'll put my own fears aside. Because you know what is just... so much scarier than being a hero? It'd be if something happened to your dads. And I couldn't help."

He knew their kids were under no illusions; they knew Nico and Percy led dangerous lives and they knew something could happen to them. Nico had already been hospitalized for a longer period of time a few years ago.

"So when they really need me, I'll be very brave to help them."

"So... So this is really real?", asked Grace softly, holding up the comic-book.

Jason snorted a little at the extremely overdone hero-pose he was striking on the cover. "It's... more or less real. There's some... made-up stuff there, because those who write these comics, they only had the news coverage to go by, they weren't actually there when we met in private and planned and talked. But yes, that happened."

Jackson straightened up at that and took the comic from his sister to open it on the last page, putting it down on Jason's lap and very decidedly pointing at the To Be Continued in the lower corner.

"How's it end!?", asked Jackson eagerly. "We don't wanna wait!"

"Ye--es! Did you save the day? Did you rescue daddy when he got abducted by the alien octopus?", wanted Grace to know, eyes large.

Laughing to himself, Jason leaned back against the couch and opened his arms, both his kids immediately snuggling up to him and eagerly awaiting the story. Jason wasn't the greatest story-teller in the family, Piper was the author, but he did his best to actually tell the story as exciting as possible. He talked and talked for over an hour and by the end of the story, both twins were deep asleep. Asleep on him, not giving him a chance to move from the couch either. Though he was tired too, so he closed his eyes, just for a second.

"I'm de--ead", groaned Percy softly and something shifted.

Jason blinked sleepily, turning his head toward the source of the voice. His face lit up when he saw Percy snuggled up to Grace from behind. When he turned toward his other side, he saw Nico behind Jackson.

"I'm sorry we were both gone, amore", whispered Nico as he leaned over to kiss Jason sweetly. "It was an all-hands-on-deck situation..."

"You don't have to explain", Jason smiled faintly. "You're the leaders of the Olympians. They rely on you. Especially now with all the newbies, they need your guidance."

"Yeah, but we promised you we'd step back some", Percy sighed frustrated.

"You can't control when a weird Canadian wants to start the robot- apocalypse", Jason chuckled amused. "I'm proud of you both. And you have been stepping back a lot."

Percy hummed in agreement, eyes slowly closing as he rested his head on Jason's shoulder. Within moments, he was out cold. So the entire family was going to sleep on the couch today, mh?

"How did your meeting go?", asked Nico, sounding sleepy.

"Good. I mean. Really good. The studio is still so stubbornly thinking that female superheroes won't sell, but we finally pushed through. We got the Helen of Troy spin-off greenlit", replied Jason with a puffed out chest.

Nico smiled at him, kissing his cheek. "Good. I'm proud of you."

And then he yawned and snuggled closer to Jason. It filled Jason with warmth to just sit here, with his husbands and children, in their home. Safe and happy. Yes, he worried for Nico and Percy when they were out there, but he also knew that this was their dream and they loved their job. And ever since the twins had been born, the two really had stepped back, leading from the headquarters and training new heroes, only going out themselves if it was an emergency and the others needed help. Jason couldn't be mad about that, wouldn't want to be either, because he could never resent his husbands for living their dream - they had, after all, always supported Jason and his dream. Even when Jason would be in another country for months filming a movie, they never complained, they took care of the kids and were proudly at his side during the premieres.

"I love you two", whispered Jason, carefully kissing the top of Nico's head on one of his shoulders and the top of Percy's head on the other. "My heroes."

#Jercico #Fic: The Legacy of the Big Three #Jason Grace #Fanfiction #Phoe's Tumblr Drabbles #mmmh does that count? yeha I guess

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magpiefrankie · 3 years

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I was in Lidl today and suddenly thought of a new doctor who headcanon so now I'm gonna share it and also some others because why not?!

- The Doctor has become something like a cryptid in the UK. With various people over the centuries having written accounts of this mysterious character known only as 'The Doctor', a person who wherever they travel, chaos is sure to follow. It's known that they travel in 'The Blue Box', and is almost always seen alongside one or more people they call their 'companions'. People claim to have met the doctor, that they saw a man in a long coat appear from a box that wasn't there a second ago. I also like to imagine former companions(especially Jack)giving fake anecdotes about their time with the Doctor, just for fun. The Doctor sees them and sometimes can't even remember if it's true or not. People from America travel over in hopes of spotting this mysterious Doctor. People see a man in a trench coat and either run for their fucking lives because they know shits about to go down, or they try to follow and join in because?? Magic blue box and chaos?? Fun!! Oh hey, you remember that girl Rose who straight up disappeared from the flat below you? You always think you notice a blue box in the corner of your eye as you walked into the building, and there was always a strange whining sound that was too mechanical to be pipes but sounds like nothing you've ever heard before. Yeah, it's because she was taken by the Doctor, chosen to be their companion, destined to leave one day and never be seen again. The missing posters come down but the people never come back. Peoples opinions vary on this shape-changing being - Parents warn their young girls to stay away from the Doctor, lest they get abducted, stolen away in the night. Teenagers try to find them, desperate to get away from their boring lives and overbearing parents and have a little adventure. Grandparents tell the kids personal accounts - the time their sister was saved by the Doctor, the time they thought they saw a blue box on the corner of the street but when they tried to look for it they couldn't see it.

- Everyone is Very Aware of aliens, it's just one of those things that you don't talk about. It's always bothered me how nearly every time a human sees a Dalek in newer episodes they go 'oh wow, what could this be? I have ever seen this before in my life!' as if millions of Daleks didn't get released above London and then sucked back into Canary Wharf where they magically disappeared from? Or like how Daleks are in the streets...very often. Or when that huge stadium of people straight up disappeared during the London Olympics then came back a bit later and it was never explained? Or how they all lived with what they thought where ghosts for an amount of time I don't remember but it was long enough anyway, and then those 'ghosts' became metal men? And the metal men?? Appear a lot?? Like in that one with Missy and they're all on the streets?? You'd think someone would go 'oh hey look is that thing I thought was my dead great aunt carol a few years back, what the fuck?'. At this point, I'm sure every person in the UK should be related to someone who died of alien related causes. And hey, remember the huge spaceship above London that time? And that other time? And the time the spaceship broke Big Ben? Or the time the Christmas star of death zapped a load of people? I think I've made my point - people know about aliens. So I'm gonna say that everyone is fully aware of aliens, they just...don't talk about it. It's a Thing.

- The TARDIS can control who the perception filter works on. This isn't really a big thing, just a little continuity issue I noticed, and maybe there was an explanation but if there is then I missed it. Please correct me if I'm wrong! But if you remember when Ten created the perception filters using the TARDIS keys for him, Jack and Martha - Martha knew of the effects of a perception filter, but she still couldn't help its effects in her. Yet the companions suddenly gain the ability to always see the TARDIS once they join the Doctor. Even though, using the same logic, they should still have their perception shifted despite knowing it is there. The way Martha puts it, she says 'it's like I know you're there, but I don't wanna know' or something similar to that. So conclusion - the TARDIS can decide if it wants people to see her. We know that she/it is sentient and conscious, so I don't see why not!

- So we know that due to the nature of Timelords, they don't really have a concept of gender like we do. Their biological sex is changeable, and because of that they don't have the same social constructs as we do. So, the reason they refer to themselves as male or female to humans is because of our own perceptions of gender, and the TARDIS translates it to be what would seem natural to us. So a male presenting doctor would call himself he, and female presenting would call herself she, because that is how we as humans perceive them. I imagine in Gallifreyan they maybe don't have separate pronouns, only one. I also imagine that 'Timelord' is just a very literal translation of their actual title, just because...well for one it's in English, which makes no sense, and also it's such an obnoxious title ahshsjsj.

- Sometimes the Doctor checks in on Donna to make sure she's okay. They still feel guilty about wiping her memory, even though it saved her life, so maybe they help her out in whatever little ways they can anonymously. Yaz asks Thirteen who the seemingly unimportant woman she's so interested in is, and Thirteen just smiles sadly and says 'An old friend'.

- The timeless child didn't happen. Pretty self explanatory - I just hate it, so I pretend it doesn't exist! Yay!

- Oh also the way I see Thirteen and her companions in my head is so different to how they're actually written because...Chibnall bad. MY Thirteen would never hand someone over the the bloody N*z*s, no matter what they had done, let alone someone they'd known their (very long) life and had loved? MY Thirteen wouldn't brush of Graham's fear about his cancer returning, nor would she support the hugeass Amazon metaphor (also when she blows up that guy, after giving him like a seconds warning?? What?!?). It actually hurts listening to Twelves goodbye speech and then watching Thirteens portrayal. The basis of their character is that they're kind, they do they best they can and they always help those in need. Twelve wouldn't have gone 'Oh no, I don't know what to say, silly old me, I'm so socially awkward bye' if someone he cared about came to him with their fears, because he can be silly and awkward and 'why are you wearing heels, do you need to reach a shelf?', but not when it's something like that. Also why is she so awkward? The Doctor has always been weird, but the difference is that in the past they have always known that they're weird and literally put it in just to embarrass/confuse people. And yeah, sometimes the Doctor genuinely doesn't understand 'human things'. But they do know how to act normal? The Doctor is perfectly capable of appearing human if they really needed to, but they have no problem saying shit to confuse people. But when Thirteen is awkward, she's just...cringeworthy awkward.

Sorry if my wording is bad and some of my memories of episodes are a bit wrong! I didn't check sources or anything I'm really just rambling here. This got way longer than I intended so well done(!!!) if you bothered to read all of it.

(I know my pronouns are all over the place, but when talking about the Doctor I tend to use 'they' when speaking of not any specific Doctor, and then 'she' for Thirteen and 'he' for the others.)

#doctor who #bbc doctor who #the doctor #headcanons #doctor who headcanons #headcanon list #this is a very long post which consists of me rambling about a show I love #been watching this show for most of my life #no matter how bad it gets I don't think I'll ever stop #unfortunately I haven't been able to watch classic who but im planning on soon!!#ramblings

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supernovanim · 3 years

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Mutual Abduction Part 2

I was so going to finish this fic in one go, but my friend’s cat got terminally ill today and I have to work out how to comfort her without going round and giving her a hug as that’s not allowed. England is in another lockdown, hope you’re all doing ok out there. I promise to post part 3 later this week, and I promise it will contain proper smut. This part is mainly just weird flirting (and before you ask, yes this is one of my moves and yes it does normally work). You can read Part 1 here and I’ve created a masterlist now too. If you want me to tag you in Part 3 ask in the comments.

Summary: following your abduction by aliens, you’re now trapped in a room with Dylan O’Brien and have to entertain yourselves Pairing: Female Reader x Dylan O’Brien Warnings: So much swearing, imprisonment (non-violent), references to smut Word count: 1,431 Taglist: @hernameisnoellex3 @beautiful-thinking

Dylan looked around the room slowly, then back at you. You took a deep breath, not really sure how to handle this.

“Am I dreaming?” he said, running a hand through his scruffy hair distractedly. “One minute I’m on my bed at home, the next minute I’m here. I’m definitely dreaming, right? It’s the only thing that makes any sense”

“Well if it helps, you can pretend you’re dreaming” you replied carefully, not wanting to freak him out more. “But I’m pretty certain it’s real, and we’ve been abducted by aliens. Don’t panic. Seriously – I did that when I first arrived, and it definitely didn’t help”

“Aliens?! No no no – sticking to the dreaming theory. It seems like one of my dreams – weird situation, attractive woman. Although if it was one of my dreams, you’d be wearing less clothes” he looked at you contemplatively, as if he expected you to start removing them.

You let out an amused half snort. “Huh. Yeah…about that” you started and then paused, not really sure how to explain. “Fuck I can’t do this. Hey KITT?”

Yes human female Y/N

At the voice Dylan started and looked around again. “Don’t worry” you told him gently “It seems to be some kind of AI, so far it’s been pretty helpful.” You placed a hand on his arm in an attempt to comfort him and then turned your head towards the red light on the wall. “Can you explain to Dylan why we’re here?”

Certainly We are studying human mating habits You have been selected Once you have mated you will be returned to Earth We mean you no harm

“And before you ask, they said it’s not a human breeding program” you added “Weirdly, I kind of believe them. They’d probably provide protection if we asked”

At that a box of condoms appeared on the small table. You shifted awkwardly and gave him a small smile. “See” you said, “they’ve given me everything I’ve asked for, even if their timing is a little unfortunate”. You side-eyed the red light - in terms of seduction techniques, magically appearing contraception wasn’t the best.

Dylan raised an eyebrow and looked at you. “Right, let me get this straight. I’ve been kidnapped by aliens, and they want me to have sex with you before we can go home?”

“Pretty much sums it up” you stated. “Although I’m not sure if they’ve got any requirements beyond the sex part – it’s their study not mine. Hey Holly?”

Yes human female Y/N

“What exactly do you need us to do here? Mating habits is a little vague – is it just the sex?” you questioned, secretly hoping it wasn’t. Dylan had featured heavily in your recent fantasies; you couldn’t help wanting to play some of them out.

We are studying all aspects of mating We would like to learn about a lot of aspects we have only gathered from literature These include…

There was a pause, as if the computer was accessing some kind of databank

Flirting Pick ups French Kissing Hickeys Hand Jobs Blow Jobs Eating Out Spanking Choking Nipp-

“Ok, ok!” you yelled, feeling your face heat up “That’s…um…plenty to be…getting on with. Do we…er…have to do all of that before you send us home?”

No We will terminate the experiment when both subjects are satisfied

“Right, that’s pretty clear then.”

You looked at Dylan, feeling suddenly uncomfortable. He however appeared more relaxed than before, a twinkle playing in his amber eyes.

“This is so a dream. Fancy giving me a hand job while I finger you?” he smirked

Now your face was definitely hot. You swallowed hard and found yourself unable to drag your eyes from his.

“Let’s just…ease into this” you mumbled, and his smile widened “Down boy – I mean let’s try the flirting thing first.”

You grabbed his hand and led him over to the couch, which was large and black and made of very squishy looking leather. As you sat down, he kept hold of your fingers and ran one of his against your palm, sending a shiver of anticipation up your arm. Resisting the urge to skip the talking and clamber straight into his lap, you settled next to him with your legs tucked underneath you.

He spoke first “I’m not that great with flirting really. Always just met people at work, or through friends. Never been able to just walk up to someone in a bar or club.”

“Well hotshot actors probably don’t need to use pick-up lines.” you said teasingly “You can just wait for people to come to you. It’s a bit more difficult for us mere mortals. C’mon though – you must have some moves – hit me with your best”

“No, no really – zero moves. I’m moveless. How about you – what’s your most fool proof method?” he asked, raising one eyebrow.

“You’ll laugh”

“Doubtful. Go on, hit me up” he smirked

“Right, you asked for it” you told him “hey JARVIS?”

Yes human female Y/N

“Can you set Mario Kart up on this thing and give us two controllers?” you gestured towards what looked like a flatscreen tv set into the wall opposite the sofa

Searching data banks Sending information to interplanetary graphic device screen Certainly human female Y/N

And two controllers appeared on the sofa next to you as the familiar intro came up on the screen.

“Mario Kart” Dylan’s eyes widened disbelievingly “your big move is…Mario Kart”

“Nope. My big move is beating you at Mario Kart. Knock their egos down to size, then build them back up again. Works every time. 100% success rate” you laughed at him, tossing one of the controllers in his direction.

Dylan looked thoughtful “are you sure it doesn’t work because by this point they’ve already come home with you? Kind of a foregone conclusion.”

“No it works earlier than that - ‘do you play Mario Kart?’ is an awesome opening line” you smiled “fool proof”

“And what if they say no?”

“Well...” you lowered your voice and bit your bottom lip suggestively, looking at him through lowered lashes “would you like to learn? Maybe I could…teach you a thing or two. Back at my place”

Dylan looked at your lips and swallowed “huh. Oh...ok I see what you mean. That’s kinda hot.” He seemed to be breathing more heavily. “Not sure about the beating me bit though, prepare to have your ass kicked”

“No way hotshot. Choose your character. I’m always Toad. You seem more like a Peach type” you teased, already mashing buttons

He looked at you disbelievingly “Oh it’s on. I was going to let you win because you’re sexy, but now you’re going down”

“No, you’re going down. And when you’re beaten, you can go down on me” you promised. Dylan nearly dropped his controller in surprise. Ha - this was going to be easy, you thought to yourself.

It was fun, and in the end he was pretty easy to beat. You let him win a couple of races until he let his guard down, and then deployed your sneak attacks. Sneak attacks included nudging your leg with his, smoothing a hand down his denim-clad thigh, leaning forward until the curve of your tits jutted up, and some really suggestive smack talk. By the end you could tell he was frustrated, breathless and - you glanced down at his lap – already half hard.

“So…” you pondered, turning towards him on the couch as on the screen Toad jumped up and down on the podium “That was my move. Did it work?”

He smiled slowly at you, his eyes full of lust and something else you couldn’t place “That was incredible, but…” he hesitated, and your heart sank “this isn’t a dream is it? It’s too real, and in a dream you wouldn’t have beaten me”

“Look, don’t overthink it” you reassured him. “I say just relax, go along with it, worry about the wider meaning later. Live in the moment”

“Hmm” he was still hesitating

“What would help you here?” you asked “I’m sure Skynet can get us some accessories. Handcuffs, lube, blindfold…”

At your words the items started appearing on the small table across the room. You giggled and continued on.

“Cock rings, vibrators, dildo, sex swing” enough stuff was piling up that some of it fell to the floor with a crash “love eggs, butt plugs, paddles, tick..”

“Argh! Shut the fuck up” Dylan interrupted forcefully, and at your answering smirk he reached out and fisted a hand in the material of your top, pulling you hard towards him and silencing you with a desperate kiss.

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien fanfic #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien fanfiction #dylan o'brien smut

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thenonbinarydetective · 4 years

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The Flying Saucer Mystery

Hey do you like camping? Do you like aliens? Do you like treasure hunts? If you said yes to all three than this might be the game for you! @nancydrewnetwork

Inspired by The Flying Saucer Mystery(duh)

Mystery

Nancy and her friend’s all-expenses paid(by Carson Drew) camping trip is quickly derailed by rumors of strange encounters and long-lost treasure hidden deep in the Shawnee National Forest. Hopefully Nancy can solve the case before she gets abducted (and maybe she can have a fun vacation for once).

Friends

Ned Nickerson: Nancy’s boyfriend. Chemical Engineering major and star athlete at Emerson. This time he gets to help in person. His experience as a camp counselor and first aid will come in handy.

Bess Marvin: Longtime best friend and always reliable. She’s good at keeping the campers happy in tough times and knows more cutesy camp recipes than Pinterest. Actually, she might’ve stolen them all from Pinterest.

George Fayne: Other longtime best friend and outdoors enthusiast. She’s a useful friend to have both on the trail and for when your gadgets fail on you and you don’t know why.

Burt Eddleton: Best friend of Ned. Biology major at Emerson who seemingly can’t choose what to focus on exactly. He knows a lot about both wildlife and plants. Pretty good athlete and pretty chill dude. Kind of a Himbo. Proud duck Dad (Don’t worry Sparkles is with a chickensitter).

Dave Evans: Other best friend of Ned. Archaeology major at Emerson. He knows a lot about artifacts or at least he’s mostly talking about artifacts because Bess gets freaked out by the skeletal side of his interests. Pretty chill guy also might play Wonderwall if presented with a guitar.

Suspects

Blake Wilkinson: Co-owner and head guide of Happy Trails Camping Company. She’s the trail guide helping the group get through this vacation. She seems nice enough but she is way too serious about her job. Well maybe not too serious. How else can you explain the buyout offer she’s hiding from Amani? What else could she be hiding?

Amani Wilkinson: Blake’s wife and other co-owner of Happy Trails Camping Company. She prefers nature over business. In fact, she doesn’t seem at all interested in the company (Does Blake know?). She’s happy enough to show you around the forest. Hopefully she doesn’t leave you all alone out there. Just kidding, she would never do that. Right?

Shay Hernandez: Assistant trail guide and aspiring park ranger. Or so he says. He claims to be a college student at a local university, but won’t say what his major is. That’s okay, maybe he’s still deciding. However, he talks a lot about science. Not just biology or even ecology like you might expect from someone who spends most of his time in the outdoors. He talks about computer science and robotics too. Is it just the sign of a budding scientific mind? Or is it a sign of something else?

Sonny Joon: Nancy knows Sonny’s here for the aliens, but does she really know him enough to say that’s the only reason why he’s there? Or is she in for another.....adventure with him? I’m sorry Sonny fans but it fits.

Soffi Ziririan: The only one of the campers (besides Sonny) that doesn’t know that much about the area. Again or so she says. She’s an avid hiker and outdoor enthusiast. She loves challenging herself with new challenges. Strangely, she didn’t give that much information to Blake or Amani when she signed up for the trip. She might just be a private person because that happens all the time...

Kole Morse: He’s a local, so it’s strange for him to be going on a guided trail experience. He knows the forest like the back of his hand, so why is he here? He claims it’s just for fun, but no one knows for sure. One thing that is for sure is that Kole is a true environmentalists. He doesn’t believe in the aliens, he thinks all the sightings are fake and going to negatively affect the environment. He not too keen on “people who don’t truly understand the forest” being in the forest. Whatever that means. How far is he willing to go to protect what he refers to as ‘his forest’?

Joseph “Old Joe” Austin: Native American man from the local Shawnee tribe, One of the oldest residents from around Shawnee National Forest. He lives in a cabin with his brother Sam and his dog Trixie. He’s also a shoe-in for the friendliest resident of the forest award. He’s welcoming and kind to all the campers that come through. He says he’s given up on finding his father’s treasure. Or has he?

Samuel “Sam” Austin: Old Joe’s younger brother. Unlike his brother, he’s quiet and likes to keep to himself. Old Joe just says he’s shy. Really, Nancy figures out that he’s deaf. Luckily she remembers a bit of sign language and that online dictionary the Hardy Boys text is a great bonus. He’s actually trying to find his dad’s treasure again. Although he seems innocent enough, Nancy doesn’t know how far he’ll go to get his dad’s treasure.

Phone Friends

Frank and Joe Hardy: They were supposed to go on the trip with the group, but Frank broke his leg during their last mystery so Burt and Dave took their spots. They are super bummed. Luckily Nancy can call them so they can live vicariously through her.

Dagny Silva: There’s treasure, here’s Dagny. Not actually there because she has better more certain treasure to track down, but she owes it to Nancy to occasionally answer her phone.

Ranger Maia Chikovani: A ranger of the national forest, asked Nancy to figure out what’s going on. She believes in aliens, but is a bit more worried about the impact their UFO may have on the environment.

Locations

Forest Trails and Clearing: There pretty straightforward. Trees and plants and stuff. There’s quite a few different locations, but can all be summed up by this title. Nancy has a map to keep track.

River appears next to some of the trail but not all of them.

Old Joe’s Cabin: It’s where he lives with his brother and dog.

Swamp: Where the UFO has been spotted. Coincidentally, the treasure is rumored to be near this location

Treasure’s real location: It’s not actually near the swamp. This location is only revealed after Nancy figures it out.

Time

Day/Night cycle. Time keeps on moving so your week may be more than a week depending on how long it takes for you to solve it.

Transportation

Horseback riding: For longer distances along the trails

Walking: For shorter distances and areas that the horses cannot go. Also for like around the camp and stuff. Nancy’s not riding the horse for a week straight that would just be weird.

Puzzles/Mini Games

Pitching a tent

Fishing

Building a fire

Cooking camp meals

Roasting marshmallows and making the perfect s’more

Mushroom picking: I’m enby I can’t not include mushrooms.

Decoding/Solving the clues Old Joe and Sam’s father left for them: This is a series of different puzzles, all at different times and with different purposes. They all fall under the same category so they’re being lumped. I imagine they would be a mixture of logic and clues that you find about the two brothers and around the forest itself.

Opening the treasure box: Simply one of those weirdly over-complicated puzzle boxes that everyone seems to have. You know the type.

Fixing the radio: The radio gets trashed with the rest of the camp and it’s up to Nancy to fix it

Lockpicking other campers’ locked private possesion: The usual

Flying the Spaceship: After Nancy and Ned get trapped in the spaceship, Nancy needs to figure out how to fly it before they crash!

Alien Dream World: Nancy and Ned are transported to an alien world by the spaceship. It’s so amazing it’s like a dream.

Finding Arrowheads: there’s a few old arrowheads scattered around. They’re old and don’t belong to anyone (at least not anymore). Mostly collected for fun.

Second Chances

Riding your horse into the swamp: Why?

Drown in the swamp: At least the water’s warm....it’s not worth it

Radio explodes: You shouldn’t have connected those wires

Crash the spaceship: Should’ve used the turn signal

Bear attack: like the alien attack but with bears

Alien attack: like the bear attack but with aliens

Setting yourself on fire: Stop, drop, and roll!

Ate the wrong mushroom: you clearly picked a toadstool, not a mushroom. (It’s a joke don’t get technical lol)

Additional Features/Notes

This is only loosely based off Shawnee National Forest. I cannot guarantee the presence of small swamps or aliens. Also the pictures and everything might not be perfectly accurate. It’s just aesthetic, it doesn’t have to take place in Shawnee. I just needed a name. It can change.

Communication is different with Sam than with the other characters due to the fact that he is deaf. He uses sign language (that is automatically translated). Nancy’s speech is silent for his conversations, she’s using sign language too but you can’t see her hands (because you’re not really supposed to talk when you’re using sign language. Also Sam only “speaks” to people who can also use sign language.

Speaking of communication, I know we all like our phone friends, but cell signal is unreliable on this trip. Nancy won’t always be able to get in touch with her contacts so she’ll have to rely on her in-person friends. This time they can be assigned to certain tasks as well as provide hints. Everyone has their own specialized hints that the other characters won’t know a thing about.

Just for the sake of clarification, most people in the area do know about the treasure left by Mr.Austin. Most people don’t believe in it anymore, some believe that it belongs to the brothers (if it does exist), and other think it’s finder’s keepers.

P.S. Sorry for breaking Frank’s leg but Joe gets hurt the twice as much as he does so it’s only fair that he sometimes it’s his fault that they can’t go camping. tbh with their mysteries they camp like once a week, they have nothing to complain about.

(Forest UFO Mini Art Print by vectordreams)

#nancy drew #nancy drew games #game design challenge #ned nickerson #george fayne #bess marvin #dagny silva #sonny joon #clue crew #I couldn't really think of a better name that fit the vibe #it's pretty similar to the book so why not #it's like my favorite book #there's basically a whole new cast though #nancy drew network #nancydrewnetworkchallenge

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Mulder and Scully Abduct ADOPT an Alien

I have been wanting to write this for about a year- whenever I first saw Field Trip and the scene where Mulder has the alien in his apartment. Yeah, I’ve wanted to do a fic about that and so this is heavily inspired by that scene. I’m so glad I finally wrote this.

Part 1 to 3. Part 4 to 6 will possibly come tomorrow (if there’s even that many parts to this idk I’m winging it)

PART 1.

He tosses his keys onto the sideboard, indifferent as they slide off and fall to the floor behind the cabinet.

He’ll find them later, he thinks. It’s late. Their case had turned up nothing as usual and all Mulder wanted to do was sit on his couch and go to sleep.

He takes off his shoes, throwing them towards the front door and falls down onto the couch.

He shuts his eyes, basks in the silence that would otherwise disturb him. He could turn on his TV but he can’t remember what he did with the remote.

So he sits in near silence, the only sound the occasional bang of the pipes, a rustle of a bag, a crunch of food, a slam of a cupboard.

A slam of a cupboard.

Mulder’s eyes dart open. He sits for a moment, listening to the sounds he knows is coming from his kitchen. There’s something in there.

He reaches for his gun and rises from the couch, prepared to shoot as many bullets as he has into the intruder.

Slowly he approaches the kitchen door, listening out for where the person could be before he places a hand on the door handle and pushes it open.

Gun poised in front of him, Mulder surveys the room. He doesn’t see anyone so he steadily enters, rounds the corner keeping his finger steady on the trigger.

His cereal cupboard is wide open, Mulder frowns, slowly walking forward to get a better look.

And that’s when his body freezes, his mouth falls open.

The grey creature’s back is to him but Mulder can see in its hands is a bag of his Lucky Charms.

In a surprise, he drops his gun. It crashes to the floor startling the creature who turns in surprise. Its big black eyes stare up at Mulder with wonder and fright, the Lucky Charms bag clutched tightly in one hand, a marshmallow held frozen in the air in the other.

Then it starts screaming.

And Mulder starts screaming in response.

And everyone is screaming.

PART 2

There’s an alien in his kitchen.

There’s an alien in his kitchen eating his Lucky Charms and screaming at him.

And people are going to start knocking wondering why there’s screaming- is someone dying again?

Yes but it’s only me, I am dead and Heaven is real and there’s an alien staring at me, eating my Lucky Charms, and screaming.

So Mulder stops screaming. The alien immediately stops screaming, too.

He should call Scully, tell her that she needs to get over here now and help him.

But the alien is eating his Lucky Charms and they’re his Lucky Charms.

Mulder’s eyes fall to the bag still in the grey’s hand.

It takes a while, but the alien realises what he’s looking at, its own eyes falling to the bag as well.

Mulder makes a jump for it but the little grey is quick. As Mulder falls and crashes into the spot where it just was, the grey is up and gone, holding the bag above his head and screaming once more and vacates the kitchen.

Mulder groans, his body aching from colliding with the floor. He pushes himself up, ignoring his crying body and follows where the alien just went. He makes it to the living room in time to see the bedroom door shut and something being knocked over.

Sighing- not expecting his day to end like this at all- Mulder walks over to the door. He tries to open it but something is blocking it- probably the thing that fell.

Mulder’s impressed. Little dude is smart.

Mulder backs away. He’ll get his Lucky Charms back but first, he’s gonna call Scully.

PART 3

She doesn’t know what to expect when she gets to Mulder’s apartment. The phone call had been weird; Mulder had sounded calm when he told her that she needed to come over urgently and to bring a box of Lucky Charms with her.

Now Scully stands outside Mulder’s apartment at 12am holding a box of Lucky Charms.

She doesn’t even need to knock before he’s opening the door.

“Mulder-“ she starts but Mulder places a finger to his lips telling her to shush.

“Come in,” he says. “Be quiet for a minute.”

Utterly confused now, she watches as Mulder walks over to his bedroom door and motions her over.

He knocks on the door. Scully is baffled.

“Mulder, what are-“

But he silences her again with a finger to his lips.

“Hey little guy!” he calls and Scully is lost to who the hell he could be talking to. So she waits, watching, at a complete loss to what is going on.

“I know we didn’t get off to a great start but I need you to move whatever it is you put in the way of the door.”

Mulder looks up at her, gauging her reaction and Scully just shakes her head at him, frowning.

“I got you another box of Lucky Charms.”

He takes the box out of Scully’s hands and rattles the cereal pieces.

They wait. Scully wanting to know what all this is about, Mulder continuing to shake the box. Finally, there’s movement beyond the door, the sound of something being moved out of the way, then light footsteps.

Mulder smiles, his hand on the handle ready to open it.

“You ready for this Scully?”

“Ready for what?” Scully asks, tired of being kept in the dark now.

The door opens gently and Mulder guides her in. The room is dark, the only light is the moonlight coming through the blinds. The room is a mess; boxes stacked, files all over the place, clothes all over the bed, and still Scully is unsure what she’s supposed to be looking at.

“Mulder, who’s in here?” she’s asking.

“In the corner, behind the box, near the window.”

His eyes are stuck staring straight ahead with wonder. Scully moves into the light, peering around the box as five long fingers curl themselves around it. Her stomach drops as a large head peeps at them.

It’s an alien.

“Yeah, it is.”

She must’ve said it aloud for Mulder to reply. She stares in wonder at it, as it peers in the same amount of interest back at them. Its hand moves from the box, a long forefinger points towards the box of Lucky Charms.

Mulder is gone. Frozen in awe so Scully takes the cereal from his hands and cautiously walks towards the alien. She holds the box out when she nears it.

The alien slowly takes it from her and Scully smiles, shocked and amazed at what stands before her.

She is certain it smiles back at her.

Then, with sudden aggression, it rips open the cereal box, tears the bag and begins munching on handfuls of Lucky Charm pieces at once.

Scully glances back at Mulder, taken aback, shocked, scared, wondering if they’ve fallen into some kind of joint fever dream.

Mulder finally looks away from the alien to Scully, with a giant smile on his face.

“Can we keep him?”

Scully error.

#txf #alien adoption fic #crack!fic #i write

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Misunderstandings, Trauma, and How to Accidentally Fall in Love

Note: Giving this valentines Ros fic a shot

All things considered, Gyrus thought he was doing pretty well hiding his plans. He’d returned to the Room of Swords and played up the tramatised survivor, which wasn’t to hard considering it was mostly true. He told Don about the shadow kidnapping him and how he escaped, although he left out to arm and anything to do with his friends and what he has learned. Don had bought it hook line and sinker, noding his head in fake sympathy and reminding him how this was all the more reason to stay strong against the shadows. Gyrus had pretended to be greatful, nodding along like he didn’t know the man was just as bad.

He began to take more time for building inventions alone in his quarters. Using the excuse of needing solitude to work to justify locking his door and not reponding for hours. He hinted to Don his inventions were mostly defense related, in preparation for another abduction. But the truth was the moment he was alone he’d activate the arm and go check on Maria and Alistar in the base the three of them had built. There they spent their time searching for more allies and plotting how to deal with Don, the shadows, and the contract.

The others assumed his new found love of solitude was just an after effect of the captivity and didn’t push. Even Don seemed to think it was for the best to let him rest and recover. With Don’s encouragement the rest seemed to silently agree to let him work it out on his own. Everyone except for Kodya.

At first he didn’t think to much of it. Kodya was his friend and apprentice, and he’d been the last person to speak with him before he disappeared. It made sense that he harbored a bit more guilt and concern than the rest. Gyrus had tolerated his constant concerned looks and flimsy excuses to follow him around. He’d acted normal, turning down all offers of help with a grin on his lips and a lie on his tongue, confident Kodya would accept it like he always had.

Kodya didn’t push, but he also didn’t stop. If anything, he got worse. He would come up with every excuse he could think of to simply be around Gyrus, offering to train together, ‘accidentally’ running in to him in the halls, and perhaps the worst of all, always trying to convince Gyrus to let him help with Gyrus’s supposed inventions.

“I’m your apprentice,” he insisted. “I can help you.”

“Kodya I appreciate the offer, but you don’t know a thing about robotics,” Gyrus quirked an eyebrow, but kept his voice light.

“I’m a quick learner.” Kodya insisted, standing straight backed with his hands balled into fists. “You’ve said so yourself. Wouldn’t two make it easier?”

“Kodya, it’s fine,” Gyrus lightly elbowed him on the arm. “I’ve got it under control.”

“You’ve been holed up in your chambers for weeks and haven’t got anything done!” Kodya snapped, “You never take that long! You need help!”

Gyrus froze at Kodya’s sudden anger. He realized distantly that they had never fought before. One look at his face and Kodya had instantly whilted, apologizing over and over. Gyrus waved the apologies off, but worry curled in his stomach.

He waited a full hour before he next teleported out.

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“I think Kodya’s on to me,” he said by way of greeting as he teleported into Maria and Ailstair’s base. Maria was the only one in the room, patching up the metal sides from a recent attack.

“Someone’s on to you?” Maria dropped the hammer she’d been using and hurried over. “How do you know?”

Ailstair popped his head around the corner. “What’s was that noise?” his eyes slid from Maria’s fallen hammer to Gyrus and lit up. “Oh Gyrus you’re back!”

“Someone’s on to Gyrus,” Maria turned her head to shout back at him. His expression grew grave as he too hurried over.

“I think you’d better start from the beginning,” he said, glancing up at Gyrus’s contract to ensure it hadn’t be altered.

So Gyrus told them everything: about how Kodya would following him around and keep an eye on him, and about the arguement where he’d realized Kodya knew he wasn’t really making technology in his room.

“Oh thats not so bad,” Maria sighed in relief as she lightly punched Gyrus, “you had me really worried!”

Gyrus winced and rubbed the spot she’d hit. “He knows I’m lying guys. If he mentions it to Don, even if its just out of concern, we are in serious trouble.”

Ailstair rubbed his chin thoughtfully, “you’re right, we really should have thought about what it would look like if you didn’t actually produce something. You should spend some time actually working on projects instead of always coming to us.”

“I do work on projects!” Gyrus objected, “just not very often.” He looked down at his hands, clasped in his lap. “I haven’t really been able to finish any.”

“Well, take a bit more time then,” said Maria. “We’ve got pretty used to this realm, we can handle it ourselves. Go and build something useless to show Don and Kodya and end this whole mess,” Maria rolled her eyes and picked up her hammer. Gyrus didn’t move and she waved it at him, “Go on! You’ve got a mess to fix.”

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At first it seemed to work. Gyrus spent nearly a week barely leaving his rooms to build the single most useless device he could think of: an automatic galaxy map - a tool his ship had used calculate distances between stars and spaceships - and presented it to Kodya.

He was predictably fascinated. Gyrus felt a sudden warmth rush through him at the unadulterated joy on Kodya’s face as he turned the object around and around in his hands, pushing buttons and testing it out.

“Try the middle one,” Gyrus grinned, and Kodya nodded, pressing the large red button with his finger. The whole room lit up as Gyrus’s creation began to levitate out of Kodya’s grasp, light poring out of every inch. Holographic stars flew from the device and took their places around the room, hanging suspended in mid air. Kodya gasped as the device hovering above his hands was now a little model spaceship, designed down to the smallest detail to match Iro’s. His eyes met Gyrus’s across the little galaxy, shining so brightly that for a second Gyrus mistook them for stars.

He’d had a whole speech lined up, about how he’d uploaded Scout’s memories of the stars from Iro’s missions. How with this they could compare realms to see if they could find out where they were and get off world for help. It was an idea he’d had a few years ago but dismissed when he realized just how alien the realms were. But somehow all his planned excuses didn’t seem to matter as he watched Kodya hesitantly reach up to touch the closest star.

This is amazing,” Kodya’s voice was barely a whisper, but Gyrus heard every word. ‘And,’ he thought as he took Kodya’s hand and gently showed him how to use the holographic controls to move the ship along its journey, ‘somehow that’s all that needs to be said.’

Needless to say, everyone else had been thrilled with the invention. Even if it was, as Gyrus already knew, quite useless for actually finding out where they were. Don even congratulated him on coming up with such a clever idea to escape and seemed genuinely sympathetic towards Gyrus for what he perceived as disappointment at its failure.

Gyrus was able to go about his secret meetings freely, safe from the assumption that he was losing his touch and needed help. He simply had to present an equally useless but clever seeming device every few weeks and everyone would simply except it.

Or rather that’s how it should have been. But it seemed Kodya was not so easily deterred. Sure, he was fascinated by the objects Gyrus produced. Gyrus even made sure to show them off to Kodya first as a way to reasure him that Gyrus really was doing fine on his own. But now Kodya took another angle with his doubts.

“When was the last time you ate?” Kodya interupted Gyrus’s rant over his latest invention: suction cups useful for sticking to the side of a spaceship in flight. Gyrus frowned, because he’d really thought his explanation of why these might be important for the Room of Swords was pretty good and he’d though Kodya would actually like it. “I don’t know?” He shrugged, “when was lunch?”

“You didn’t come to lunch,” Kodya’s eyes narrowed. “And you didn’t come to breakfast or yesterday’s dinner.”

“I have snacks in my room,” Gyrus waved it away.

“No,” Kodya’s voice rose a bit in barely contained frustration. “You had snacks in your room. You brought them in a week ago and since then you’ve missed so many meals Oli’s started to think he’s done something wrong. There’s no way you have any left.”

Now Gyrus had in fact eaten last night. Ailstar had managed to con an NPC out of a resturant and had invited him to try it out. But its not like he could tell Kodya that. And even as the flimsy excuse of, “I just got carried away and lost track of time!” rolled off his tongue he could tell by the unimpressed quirk of Kodya’s eyebrow that it did him more harm than good.

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“And now he told me he’s gonna bang on my door every meal so I don’t forget again.” Gyrus complained as he took a bite of the fried corn Ailstair put in front of him. “Hey, this is actually pretty good!” He gulped down a few more bites before continuing, “so I have to make sure I’m in my room every six hours. I’m not going to be able to help fight shadows or conquer other realms unless its by night.”

“Considering how long it takes to conquer a realm, time was always going to be a problem,” Maria said as she absently tore off half of her potato on a stick. “We’ve improved a lot though. You don’t need to be there for the entire campaign.”

“But it will be three entire hours where I can’t do anything! If you guys are in serious trouble, or the shadow hour starts, I’m going to be trapped in the Room of Swords unable to do anything!” Gyrus stabbed his stick viciously into another fried corn.

“Any idea what got him so worried?” Maria absently used her stick to pick at her teeth.

Gyrus sighed, “I don’t know. I thought he was fine with it after the galaxy map.” He took another bite of the fried corn, but found it had lost all its flavor.

“When you held his hand surrounded by stars?” Ailstair called over as he bustled over to their spot at the bar, signalling one of his staff to take his place waiting on customers. Gyrus rolled his eyes which made Maria quirked an eyebrow, but he didn’t bother to argue, to used to Ailstair’s antics to correct him. “What’s the trouble in paradise?”

Gyrus explained again, absently twirling the fried corn as he did to avoid having to look at Ailstair when he told him he couldn’t help. But to his surprise Ailstair laughed. “Oh that’s nothing!” He said with a grin, “you just need to prove to your Kodya that he can trust you not to die of starvation in your room.”

“And how do I do that?” Gyrus glanced up at Ailstair, eyes wide.

“By building trust of course! Spend time with him one on one outside of introducing an invention. Enough time together and he’ll be able to trust you to miss a meal once or twice for a project without having to worry about you dying if he takes his eyes off you,” he ended this explination with a wink.

“I don’t think it’ll be that easy,” Gyrus frowned down at his half eaten fried corn.

“I hate to agree with Ailstair,” Maria pulled the stick out of her mouth and tossed it in the trash, “but he’s right. You’ve got more influence than you think. Just show him your fine and he’ll ease up on all the worrying.”

Gyrus looked between Maria and Ailstair. They rarely agreed on anything. If they both thought this was the best plan then it was probably worth a shot. “Ok, I’ll give it a try. Any idea where to start?”

Ailstair’s eyes lit up. He opened his mouth but Maria lunged sideways and tackled him, shoving her hand over his mouth. “I’m sure it will come to you, you know him best after all,” she smiled in a way that was likely meant to be reassuring, but fell kind of flat from her position on the floor pinning Ailstair down.

“Mumufff,” Ailstair added from underneath her. Maria suddenly yelped and let go of his mouth as he shouted, “don’t forget to hold him in your big strong arms!”

“You licked me!” Maria shrieked. And Gyrus figured it was time to head out.

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The next time Kodya came to remind him of a meal, Gyrus made sure he got there first. Kodya stood with one fist raised in surprise as Gyrus opened the door. He smiled up at Kodya, who hastily dropped his fist, “Shall we go?”

Kodya nodded and the headed down the hallway together. Gyrus kept the conversation light, asking how he’d slept and what his plans for the day were. Kodya happily replied, talking about training and chores and how he was hoping to go on the next mission.

“Speaking of training,” Gyrus cut in casually as they approached the kitchen. “Would you like to do some sparing with me?”

Kodya stopped dead. “You want to train?”

Gyrus raised an eyebrow as he turned to face him, “Well yes. I know its been a while, but you are still my apprentice.” Kodya continued to stare, mouth slightly open. Gyrus began to feel he’d said something wrong. Glancing away he added, “if you’ve got other plans...”

“No!” Kodya shouted, surprised Gyrus glanced up to meet Kodya’s eyes. Kodya held his gaze firmly. “I absolutely want to train with you,” he said.

Gyrus smiled, “We’ll spar in the rock realm. does after lunch work for you?”

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The rock realm, as it was affectionately called, was home to a lot of rocks and little else. But it was a rock that Gyrus was looking for, so it did the trick. He found a good one eventually. It towered over the others, top smooth and flat like something large had come through and cut it in two. But most important of all, it was wide enough for two people to use it to spar.

He and Kodya climbed up and stood on opposite sides. “Ready?” Gyrus asked.

“Ready,” Kodya grinned. And the game was on.

Kodya, Gyrus noticed as he ducked under a blow, was doing really well. He’d obviously put a lot of time into training during Gyrus’s capture. ‘He’s good,’ Gyrus thought as Kodya managed to land a punch, ‘but not good enough.’ Gyrus rolled with the punch and kicked his leg out, knocking Kodya off balance and onto the ground.

“Sorry to sweep you off your feet,” Gyrus smirked down at Kodya. Kodya started, face going red. Then he scowled at the twinkle in Gyrus’s eye.

“Your not as funny as you think you are,” he said. Gyrus chuckled in disagreement and extended a hand. Kodya took it, than yanked hard, sending Gyrus tumbling down beside him.

Kodya rolled to his feet and summoned his sword. He smirked as he pointed the tip at Gyrus’s throat. “Now whose the one swept of their feet?”

Gyrus blinked, brain taking half a second to catch up with to what had just happened. The black sun was behind Kodya, causing him to appear radiant. The sword glistened and reflected the light between them, making it hard to focus. He squinted, and noticed Kodya’s face was framed in a halo of light. One eyebrow quirked up as his lips slid into a smirk. He looked so incredibly proud of his dirty trick.

Gyrus tipped back his head and laughed. He didn’t know why. It wasn’t funny, not at all. But for some reason he couldn’t help himself. Kodya lowered his sword to stare at him in confusion, before throwing back his head and laughing along.

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The end of their sparring session had them both lying on the rock, panting with exhaustion. A faint breeze ran over Gyrus, causing him to sigh with relief. He gazed up at the sky, absently watching the clouds above.

To his left he heard Kodya give a dry huff of laughter. “What is it?” he turned his head to look at him.

“Its nothing, just something Neph and I would do.” Kodya glanced away.

“Ohh?” Gyrus rolled on his side, expectant.

Kodya blushed and gestured to the sky. “That cloud...it looks like Don.”

Gyrus lay back down and followed his line of sight, “I’d say it looks more like a wheelchair.”

“No, no!” Kodya shook his head and pointed to the left, “not that one. That one! See his guitar?”

Gyrus frowned up at the cloud above. It did look a bit like it was holding a guitar. “His beard is coming back in.”

“Don had a beard?” Kodya glanced over at Gyrus.

“Oh yeah. Back when I first came to the Room of Swords, he had a huge one. It made him look like a wild man.”

Kodya chuckled softly and Gyrus smiled. Don had looked ridiculous when they’d first met, but Gyrus had been so relieved he hadn’t though to point it out. The smile slipped off of Gyrus’s face. He wondered how much of that friendly relief had been an act. Probably all of it.

“You ok?” Kodya’s voice cut through his thoughts. He rolled toward Gyrus, face creased with concern.

“Yeah! Yeah. I’m fine,” Gyrus glanced up at the black sun. “It’s getting late. We should head back before people start asking where we are.” He pulled himself up to his feet, and offered a hand to Kodya.

Kodya took the hand, but kept glancing at Gyrus with worry in his eyes the whole way back.

———————

Gyrus wandered down the hallways absently. Ainju and Oli had ambushed him after dinner with a whole list of broken objects that needed fixing. Oli had been to scared to bother Gyrus with it for the last month due to his slow recovery, and he’s missed too many meals and events for Ainju to ambush him. Most of them had been fairly easy to fix, but a few needed a lot more time and attention and would take more than one evening to fix. He’d left the kitchen with an apology and a promise to return tomorrow and do better at maintence from then on.

He half regreted leaving it for tomorrow, figuring a late night trapped in the kitchen would be better than wandering aimlessly through the halls. He’d promised Maria and Ailstair to spend more time in the Room of Swords to avoid suspicion, but now he was here he didn’t know what to do. He tried to remember what he’d done before, but it seemed like a lifetime ago. Probably stayed in his rooms, fighting his inner demons.

He wondered what Kodya was up to. Maybe he wasn’t busy and wouldn’t mind company. Or maybe he was hanging out with Nephthys and didn’t want to be bothered.

“...Gyrus,” his name caused him to draw up short. He glanced to the side and saw he was at the med bay. The door was open a crack, and he could hear voices coming through. He hesitated, then slipped soundlessly closer, keeping out of the line of sight of anyone inside.

“...I don’t know Neph, I really don’t.” Gyrus’s ears pricked up, that was Kodya’s voice. “It started good, really. We spared, and he kicked me to the ground a few times, and I knocked him down once too! Well, I tricked him and dragged him to the ground. But he laughed! He actually laughed! I haven’t heard him laugh once since he got back.”

A high pitched squeal came from the direction of the room, and a voice Gyrus recognized as Nephthys said, “You got him to laugh! That’s adorable! Good job Kody!”

“Yeah it kinda was,” Kodya’s voice sounded fond. Gyrus blinked. He hadn’t thought adorable would be the go to word for recovering trauma. Kodya went on, “but that’s not the point! It was great ok? But then I messed up.” He sounded almost angry.

“What happened?” Nephthys’s voice was sympathetic.

“I don’t know.” Kodya sounded frustrated. “We’d finished sparing and we were both just lying on the ground...and you know that cloud game?...The one you taught me?...I made some stupid comment about the cloud looking like Don.”

“That doesn’t seem so bad,” Nephthys said. On the otherside of the door Gyrus nodded. It really hadn’t been.

“It wasn’t a first,” Kodya replied. “He went along with it, even told me about how Don used to have a beard. But then he got really quiet. I asked what was wrong but he wouldn’t say and insisted we leave.”

“Oh Kody,” Nephthys sounded sad. Gyrus’s gut twisted. He hadn’t intended to upset Kodya.

Nephthys spoke up again, voice tentative, “I know its been hard, and he’s been really withdrawn since the kidnapping...But Kodya,” Her voice became more firm. “He’s been reaching out to you. That means something. He asked you to spar right?”

Kodya grunted in agreement.

“So he wanted to spend time with you. Not me, not Don, you.”

“But...”Kodya protested.

“No buts! Who did he show the galaxy map to first?”

“Me but...”

“And who has he shown every other invention to first? Who is it he lets drag him to meals?”

“Me...”

“That’s right! You,” Nephthys’s voice turned soft. “I know its hard when someone whose been hurt starts to withdraw, especially on loved ones. I’ve seen it before with the wounded soldiers who passed through my temple. But all you can do is be there for them Kody. It’s not gonna be overnight, he’s still gonna have relapses. But he’s trying.”

“Is that one of your feelings?” Kodya asked.

“Its a fact,” Nephthys’s voice was firm. Then in a lighter tone she added, “My feelings tell me you should just confess already!”

“Nephthys!” Kodya snapped.

“What? I’ve a feeling it will work out!” Nephthys giggled.

“We just had an entire conversation about him being traumatized! I don’t wanna give him something else to worry about!”

“Oh come on!...” Nephthys kept talking but Gyrus wasn’t listening. The conversation playing over and over in his head instead as he began to process the meaning behind the words. Guilt curdled in his gut as he slipped quietly away.

———————

“I think I messed up,” Gyrus admitted to Maria and Ailstair as he pushed his food around his plate. Ailstair and Maria exchanged a look.

“Something happen with Kodya?” Maria asked, taking out the stick she’d been chewing on.

“Yes! No? I overheard something, and it put into perspective how awful I’m being,” he ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

“It can’t be that bad...” Ailstair started to say.

“Kodya’s in love with me,” Gyrus said, his voice flat. He waited for Maria and Ailstair to react, to realize what a big deal this was. But they only looked confused.

“Well yeah,” Maria raised an eyebrow. “It’s kinda obvious.”

“You knew?! All this time and...” Gyrus cut himself off, to full of emotion. He took a deep breath and continued, “He loves me, and he’s been so worried about how I’m isolating myself...and how my trauma’s affecting my health...and I’ve been leading him on! I’m letting him think I was getting better, when I’ve really just been lying to direct his attention away from what I’ve really been doing.”

Maria and Ailstair exchanged a look. Ailstair raised his hand with a sigh, “You’re oversimplifying. You did just find out someone you trusted had lied to you and everyone you knew.”

“That has nothing to do...”

“You’ve been traumatized,” Ailstair plowed on. “And you’re stuggling with opening back up to people. That isn’t a lie. Spending time with us doesn’t mean you aren’t isolating yourself from the people in the Room of Swords. He’s not worrying over nothing.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that I’m not honest with him about why I’m spending time with him!” Gyrus snapped.

“Do you love him?” Maria asked as she leaned forward to look Gyrus directly in the eye.

Gyrus sputtered, looking anywhere but at Maria and Ailstair. “I...I” he struggled to come up with an answer, whole face burning. His first instinct was to deny it. Love wasn’t his thing, never really had been. But he though of training with Kodya, of how well they got along, of Kodya’s face when he saw the holographic stars, and of his laughter loud and joyous under the sun.

Gyrus slumped forward, forehead pressing against the cool of the bar counter. “Yes,” he whispered.

“There you go then,” Maria leaned back.

“That doesn’t change anything!” Gyrus’s head snapped up. Maria only raised an eyebrow.

“Sure it does,” Ailstair jumped in. “You spent time with him because you wanted to spend time with him.”

“And to mislead him!”

“So?” Ailstair shrugged. “Most people do things for multiple reasons. Doesn’t make any of those reasons less valid.”

“Look, Gyrus,” Maria sighed. “We aren’t saying you have to do anything with this knowledge. We’re just saying you being a couple with Kodya doesn’t get in the way of the plan. Ailstair can run a resturant, you can have a boyfriend. We’ll still defeat Don and the shadows.”

“I...” Gyrus looked between Maria and Ailstair, “I have to think about this.”

“Of course,” Maria said. Ailstair nodded in agreement.

Feeling like he was half in a dream, Gyrus teleported himself back to his room and collapsed on his bed.

He didn’t get any sleep that night.

———————

The knock on his door startled Gyrus, even though he was wide awake. His heart felt like it had tsken up gymnastics. He dragged himself to the door, each footstep echoing in his ear drums. He’d been up all night going back and forth over what to do, and he still couldn’t deside. A part of him wanted to go to Kodya and confess anything, the other wanted to push him away for fear of what Don or the shadows might do.

With no decision reached, he opened the door.

Kodya stood on the other end, and wow he looked good, had he always looked good? He probably had, Gyrus begrudgingly admitted to himself.

“You look terrible,” Kodya’s voice broke Gyrus out of his thoughts. “Did you get any sleep?”

“Ahhaha,” Gyrus ran his hand through his hair, “Not really? I just...had a lot on my mind.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Kodya offered.

Gyrus twisted his hands, “I don’t no...Suppose... suppose you had to a revelation but you didn’t know if you should act on it or not?” He stared at his boots.

Kodya was quiet for a bit. Eventually he said, “Would it make you happy?”

Gyrus hadn’t thought of that. How hadn’t he thought of that? “I think so, yeah,” he peaked up at Kodya through his bangs.

“Then do what makes you happy,” Kodya nodded, “You can sort the rest out later.”

Relief flooded through Gyrus at his words. Of course. He didn’t need to have all the answers. These things took time. It didn’t need to get figured out today.

“Hey,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “you wanna do something today? Just the two of us?”

“Like training?” Gyrus felt dissected under Kodya’s gaze.

“If you want too, or we could do anything else. Its completely up to you,” Gyrus finally met Kodya’s eyes.

Kodya smiled.

—————

Epilogue

Building inventions not what Gyrus expected Kodya to ask for. But he had promised him anything.

“Am I doing this right?” Kodya held up a half mangled circuit board.

“Not exactly, Gyrus eyed the half broken remains, but he gave Kodya a smile. “Here, let me see what we can do.” It probably wasn’t salvagable, but Kodya didn’t need to know that.

“I’m sorry,” Kodya gave him a sheepish smile, “I’m not very good at this.”

“Don’t worry about it! Its pretty complicated stuff,” Gyrus laughed as he took the circuit board from him. “Let me walk you through it one more time.”

Another explication was not going to suddenly make Kodya understand basic engineering. But Gyrus couldn’t bring himself to care. He loved talking about circuitry. And from the way Kodya looked at him, head propped on his hand and a fond smile on his lips, he like listening to it just as much as Gyrus liked talking about it.

As he launched into another lecture, Gyrus realized he finally felt happy.

#room of swords #gyrus #Kodya #ros Maria #ros Alistair #ros Nephthys #room of swords fanfic #got this idea from the discord

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nikatyler · 5 years

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When you’re reading this, it’s already after my prom. However, when I’m writing this, it’s the night before my prom, I’m freaking out and I’m listening to some Christmas music to calm down. Don’t judge me, okay? I’m not one of those “November = Christmas” people but I like to listen to Christmas songs early. I’ll start decorating by the end of this month. And buying gifts, too. End of November sounds nice.

Anyway, my prom. I’m freaking out. Long dress, high heels, makeup...aaaand I still don’t know what my hair will look like and that freaks me out as well. I’m a mess. When you’re reading this, I’m already at home, it’s all done, I have survived. Hopefully I don’t have a hangover.

SUNDAY AFTERNOON RONNIE HERE! If this wasn’t the best evening of my life then I don’t know what was. I didn’t make a fool of myself, I had a great time, I drank responsibly, I’m just a little tired and sad that it’s over.

It’s actually Monday afternoon now. Oops. I was going to post it yesterday but then I didn’t because anxiety. Basically. I hate myself. (take a shot every time I say something along these lines)

Replies now. Just a warning, it got really long this time and also, technically I spoil something even though at this point it’s obvious anyway so...yeah just thought I’d let you know :D

For some reason I couldn’t get a few of these replies straight out of my activity feed so I went and just did it manually because I knew they were there somewhere. Just saying in case you were wondering why the format is different.

(x)

jackssims: “Forget her” woooow Ross

elisabettasims: Ross, you don't deserve to be turned and live forever after that remark.

This goes on the list of the worst things he’s ever said. Not that I have a list like that, but I could start one.

(x)

riversong331: I swear to god if she dies I’m going to start a revolt

I’m not ready

Well then...you better start getting ready. Just saying.

jackssims replied to your photoset “Sunset: “Daddy gone again?” December: “Oh yeah, he is. It would be...”

It would be nice if he was there /at all/ for Sunset lbr

Yeah. He needs to work on that.

jackssims replied to your photoset “Hottub is no fun when you’re alone. Once again, the conversation I had...”

Yeeeeesssssssss

pxelatedtrash replied to your photoset “Hottub is no fun when you’re alone. Once again, the conversation I had...”

Yesyesyesyesyesyes xD

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Hottub is no fun when you’re alone. Once again, the conversation I had...”

*incoherent screaming*

but this doesn't excuse lack of interest in your daughter, Ross!

The ship may sail now.

By the way, at this point I was kinda scared everyone would just be excited about this revelation and forget Ross is still a bad person who sees his daughter as a minor inconvenience his parents can take care of. I’m glad that didn’t happen, he can’t be forgiven just yet, thankyouthankyouthankyou. I never should’ve doubted you, honestly :D

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “Sunset: “Daddyyyy wake up!” Ross: pretend you don’t hear her, pretend...”

It's really, really difficult for me to like Ross. To be fair to him in this case, a lot of parents have done this.

Ah, yes, sadly...I know people whose parenting is very similar to Ross. :/

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Sunset: “Daddy gone again?” December: “Oh yeah, he is. It would be...”

I`m soooo close to calling Ross an a-hole

Sorry!��

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Ross: “Sunny, you can’t do this. Your dad - as in me - is a very busy...”

And when is your free time scheduled? When you have grandchildren?

Good question...guess we’ll find out when he actually has grandchildren in the game :D

jackssims replied to your photoset “Ross: “Sunny, you can’t do this. Your dad - as in me - is a very busy...”

Every time Ross says something like this to Sunset I die a little inside

You’re not the only one. I felt so bad writing these lines

jackssims replied to your photoset “Valentine: “Are you feeling a little unwell, brother? Is Sunset...”

Valentine pls

She’s trying to bring my alien jokes back leave her alone everyone

jackssims replied to your photoset “Ooh boy. It was one hell of a nausea.”

*eyes emoji*

I didn’t think anyone would think this was important but then again...we know how I feel about aliens ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “WHAT WERE YOU TWO DOING THERE THAT’S YOUR SON’S CLOSET”

It's the small little revenges that are the best.

I wonder how he would feel if he found out. Buuuut I think he didn’t find out, considering...well, let’s just say that closet has seen things. I’m not responsible for that, he did it on his own. I swear.

davidmont replied to your photoset “Look Ross. You’ve made mistakes and we all know that. We all hate you...”

Yikes

Yikes indeed. Deal with your problems, Ross! Don’t just set yourself on fire!

Wait..

Did I just call Sunset “a problem”?

I am officially as bad as our dear buddy Ross. I hate myself.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your post “I love Ross as a character but I hate him as a person (if that makes...”

I like him as a character, too! Contraversional characters are the best

Ahhh yes! He was fun and interesting to write and think about. But he’s the worst. I’m not saying he doesn’t have any good character traits, I mean he’s hardworking for sure...but yeah he’s showing his bad side more

wizardofweather1 replied to your post “I love Ross as a character but I hate him as a person (if that makes...”

I Feel Like If His Parents Let Him Be With Caleb Then He Would Be Open About The Alien Baby Then Ross Would Never Have Went And Attempted To Seduce Everyone In Sight And Happier Ending But This Challenge Is This Way

My “theory”/”explanation”/idk how to call it because I’m tired is similar to yours. I’ll try to explain it somehow because honestly...would I miss the opportunity to talk about my characters? Watch out for a super long essay! :D

Let’s take it from the beginning. At first Ross was just kind of this child obsessed with his “cool vampire friend”. He adored him. When he aged up into a teenager, he went and started dating Carol, his classmate and a good friend. They were the same age and knew each other for a while so...yeah. It wasn’t that hard. I don’t think Ross had any romantic feelings for Caleb at that point just yet. Strong feelings, definitely, but not romantic.

Anyway, fast forward to Caleb getting abducted by aliens because I have no self control. I think that even though Caleb liked Ross a lot, they were best friends, they always had a great time and everything, he knew Ross can be shallow and bit of a dick. Which is why he decided to avoid him for a while. That however almost ruined their friendship, as we’ve also seen.

The feelings most likely started changing at the beginning of gen 2 when they started hanging out again - before drifting apart once more when Ross found out about Stella. During those dark high school times, Ross had this mindset that he wanted to date someone, find the “one true love” as one may call it. He didn’t know who exactly he wanted so he just went and tried all his options...but he was looking for something, someone specific. He was missing Caleb, even though he was also mad at him for keeping secrets and not trusting him. Now, I’m not trying to defend Ross. I would never defend him for this. He was confused and he missed Caleb, okay, cool. Well Ross, guess what, you can miss someone but that doesn’t give you the right to date a million people at once.

Ross then tried to move on when things got more serious with Jordan, but something still didn’t feel right, and then there was Marika who only made this indecisivity worse, and then things turned out the way they did. (I actually believe Ross and Jordan could have been in a happy relationship if it wasn’t for her.) And then Ross started talking to Caleb again and boom the feelings were back and even stronger and it was just a matter of time until he finally realized. Basically. As for Caleb’s point of view, well, I think it’s still too soon to talk about that and this is getting long anyway.

I wouldn’t necessarily blame Ross’s parents for all of this, though they obviously play some role in it as well. Let’s be real, Ross was an only child for a long time and a pretty spoiled one...hadn’t he been so spoiled, he would’ve probably grown up to be a better person, Caleb would’ve trusted him et cetera.

Wow, this turned into quite a rambling, I’m sorry. These are the kind of things I think but at the same time don’t think about, it’s more like a feeling, and writing it down, it gets long. Aaand now I definitely didn’t make sense. I hate myself. Don’t let me do this when I should go to bed, I’m really really tired. Why do I do this to myself.

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “Love gets so much more confusing when you actually mean it. I...”

Everybody but you knew, Ross.

Everybody but him...and me. Yeah. I started shipping them around this scene. I didn’t really think about it before that, in fact at that point I didn’t even know what I wanted to do next romance-wise for Ross. Once I was sure I wanted them to get together, I went back to edit the dialogue a little bit, throw a hint here and there...and I realized that I didn’t even have to edit it too much. I already wrote him pretty much like he’s kind of crushing on him without knowing he’s crushing on him. So like...I hate to say it but I’m just as oblivious as him. That’s concerning. Or maybe I just got so into his character, which is just as concerning.

jackssims replied to your photoset “Love gets so much more confusing when you actually mean it. I...”

Idk, Ross, you’re entire life perhaps?

You’re not wrong

I mean, like I said above, those feelings weren’t always romantic but he has always loved him in some way.

jackssims replied to your photoset “Hey. Why did you place that down. You eat that right now.”

I see that frowny face in the tags it better not be what I think it is

Sorry

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “nononononono December please can you like maybe go away? Thank you.”

Gosh this is... Unexpected((

jackssims replied to your photoset “December: “Okay what are you trying to do.” Kieran: “I’m trying to say...”

CALLED IT ��

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “December: “Okay what are you trying to do.” Kieran: “I’m trying to say...”

Nooooooooo.

I remember this clearly. I was going to leave the game soon and go to bed and he was like “oh you wanna sleep? me too but I won’t wake up. bye”

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “Oh, yeah. Glad you noticed your husband really is dead.”

It's sadly hilarious sometimes how long it takes it to jump in the queue if they're in the middle of something already.

I hate that. I feel like ts3 is quite the opposite, if something is supposed to cancel everything in the queue, it happens fast. Sims 4 though...

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Persephone made a new friend.”

"Give my best regards to Hades"

This moment was perfect thanks to her name

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “Persephone made a new friend.”

I guess the Grim Reaper is still an animal lover. I loved that about him in TS3. It was one of the few things that made pets dying bearable, the way Grim greeted them with open arms and hugs.

Yes, that was cute! Still though, none of my sims animals has ever died because, well, it’s too sad for me to handle.

Well, actually, spoiler alert - Persephone died, but that was off screen, so that wasn’t as bad.

pxelatedtrash replied to your photoset “December: “I’ll take you to bed, Sunny. I’m so sorry you had to...”

I'm not crying! You're crying! These damn onions

Oh I am crying. I have very sensitive eyes, I cry all the time. (I’m not kidding btw and I hate it)

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “Valentine: “Now he’ll never know…anything. He won’t see me graduate....”

He wouldn't be proud of how you treat your daughter. :D

Of course! Too bad Ross doesn’t see it...yet :D

jackssims replied to your photoset “Watch out Sun- Nevermind.”

The routing in this game really is something else

ikr? It’s like...in TS3, even a minor thing ruins the routing, sim gets stuck, screams, we all know how that goes, but this one...I’m not sure what I prefer to be fair. TS4 makes it all easier but it’s weird

alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset “Why didn’t she come to me for a hug? I mean, I’m her dad after all -...”

Be a better parent for starters, Ross

jackssims replied to your photoset “Why didn’t she come to me for a hug? I mean, I’m her dad after all -...”

Be a better parent? Spend time with your daughter?

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “Why didn’t she come to me for a hug? I mean, I’m her dad after all -...”

Make it up to her!

What a shocker, he now finally sees he sucks, but he doesn’t quite know how to become this “better parent”. Even if it’s so obvious. But then again, this is Ross so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “Today is a very special day. A promotion is just around the corner, I...”

Ugh.

jackssims replied to your photoset “Today is a very special day. A promotion is just around the corner, I...”

/Ross/

At least he understands that he should be here for his daughter’s birthday so there’s that I guess...even though he’s clearly not happy about it so...yeah Ross, you’re doing great, this will definitely make you a better parent.

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “Ahh yes, no more crying, she’s growing up. Maybe we’ll get along now....”

Maybe if you weren't such a jerk, Ross.

*Selfish jerk.

jackssims replied to your photoset “Ahh yes, no more crying, she’s growing up. Maybe we’ll get along now....”

//ROSS//

Someone should explain to him that the change won’t happen on its own, he’ll have to take the first step.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset

I thought it was Sharon. Pretty indeed!

I’m so obsessed with her even though I don’t really talk about it. She’s fun to write, she looks awesome, I love her relationship with Tyler, the way they tease each other, I could go on forever but that could potentionally mean spoilers so I’ll shut up now. I hate spoiling things.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “She’s beautiful.”

She truly is ❤️❤️❤️

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “She’s beautiful.”

Oh I love her.

Those Breeze genes never fail.

simmering-pancakes replied to your photoset “Today is a very special day. A promotion is just around the corner, I...”

I might fight this boi

Let me help you with that

#replies #jackssims #pxelatedtrash #tiny-tany-thaanos #elisabettasims #davidmont #wizardofweather1 #riversong331 #alfalfalegacy #simmering-pancakes

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kingfallshistoricallibrary-blog · 6 years

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Episode Thirteen: Crop Circle Jerk

[intro]

Ben:

Good evening! You’re listening to King Falls AM – that’s 660 on the radio dial.

Sammy:

Folks, we are jumping right into it tonight. We got Deputy Troy on the line live from Libbydale Farms. Hey, Troy, can you hear us alright?

Troy:

Loud and clear, Sammy. Heard you real fine, too, Ben.

Ben:

Suck an egg.

Sammy:

Okay so, Troy tell the listeners what you just told us right before we went on air.

Troy:

Ladies and gents, in all my years – and I mean all – I ain’t never seen anything like this. Not even comparatively close to what I’m lookin’ at right this instant.

Ben:

POINT. GET TO IT.

Troy:

Gosh darnit, Ben. I’m trying to sell the magnitude of what I’m feasting my eyes on!

Ben:

Who even knew you could see Libbydale Farms from so far out in the Kiss Ass Sea of Worthy SS Backstabber.

Troy:

You know GD well I’m not on a ship nor would it be called the SS Backstabber if I were. Don’t be so damn sore, Ben. Everybody knows I’m sorry! Plus I reckon my ship be called the USS Super Badass.

Sammy:

[clears throat] Troy. Ben. Let’s put our differences aside and let’s get to the matter at hand. So, Troy, you’re live at?

Ben & Troy:

Libbydale Farms.

Ben & Troy:

I’m trying to talk!

Sammy:

Guys!

Troy:

As- as I was sayin, I’m out here at the farm and out past the barns just hours ago, Old man Libbydale called us in and acres upon acres, boys, have been de-stroyed.

Ben:

Where were you earlier this evening, Troy?

Troy:

Using my keen detective skills and ninja like mental agility, I can see you’re trying to place me at the scene of the crime, little buddy. However Ol’ Troy was sawing logs next to the Mrs before my shift.

Ben:

While crimes are being committed? Typical.

Troy: Now that’s a low blow. Just because –

Ben:

NO! NO! YOU-

Troy:

Ben come on –

Ben:

[sarcastic] Ohhh yeah ohhh just soooo good at –

Sammy:

GUYS! Guys! I understand there’s a new intensity between you two, but Ben, as co-host of this show and a respected journalist…put it away. Troy, you’re the first friend of The Sammy & Ben Show and a deputy sheriff. You guys don’t have to be best buddies, but let’s please report on the news story at hand.

Troy:

Couldn’t have said it better myself, Sammy.

Ben:

Jesus.

Sammy:

So, Troy – Oldman Libbydale called you out. Acres of his lands destroyed. How so?

Troy:

Y’all ain’t gonna believe it, but you know I always shoot you straight. Two words: Crop Circles.

Sammy:

Crop circles?

Troy:

It’s like a live action Led Zeppelin album cover as far as the eyes can see. Big ones, little ones…the craziest damn designs you ever could imagine.

Ben:

Troy, I assume you and the rest of Gunderson’s thugs – I mean deputies – inspected the circles and the surrounding areas for man made tools. There have been stories of men with boards tied to ropes that can replicate what people believe crop circles to look like. Bending the crops at the right angles, etcetera… did you find -

Troy:

Didn’t find anything, Ben. Not a board, not a footprint, nothing but hunched over crops.

Ben:

So you think…?

Troy:

Oh there isn’t a doubt in my mind it’s the UFO’s or those lights. I mean, whichever you wanna call it. No man made these. And in just a few hours to boot!

Sammy:

Okay, so has this ever happened here before, Ben?

Ben:

No. Nor abductions. Not even the lights being so close to town. The past few months have been a hotbed for extraterrestrial activity, it would seem.

Sammy:

It would seem? So you aren’t certain?

Ben:

[laughs] I only said it would seem so you wouldn’t get all defensive about it.

Sammy:

Okay, alright. Well as much as I hate to say it, I definitely feel there’s a lot more than meets the eye here in Kings Falls.

Ben:

I’m not one to say I told you so. But I did tell you so!

Troy:

Just so everybody out there knows, Libbydale Farm is private property. So, unless you’re doing the dairy farm tour in morning, this is not an attraction for looky-loos. There is an official investigation still on going here. Plus don’t nobody need another person gettin’ snatched up by the Martians either.

Ben:

Martians are from Mars, Troy. They aren’t representative of all extraterrestrials.

Troy:

Whatever, Ben Nye the Science Guy. I’m headed out to the field again. I may not be smart as Ben about the aliens and such, but I can definitely sniff out a spot where the Williams Boys will come lookin for mischief and mayhem. [hangs up]

Sammy:

Deputy Troy, folks. Now I didn’t realize you and Troy were still so angry at one another, Ben. You can’t let that hostility –

Ben:

Thanks Dad… we’re just gonna take a break to hear from one of our fine sponsors. Maybe Sammy here can talk to me about the birds and the bees after we get back.

Sammy:

Maybe…

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[intro]

Sammy:

You’re listening to King Falls AM and we’re opening up the phone lines to you. 424-279-3858.

Ben:

We’ll be talking about the apparent crop circles situation at Libbydale Farms as well as if any of you out there have had any experience with this phenomenon.

Sammy:

So give us a call or tweet us @kingfallsam. So, you’ve heard our story, now let’s hear yours.

Ben:

Line 3.

Sammy:

Good evening you’re live with Sammy and Ben.

Cynthia:

Good evening? For who? Certainly not King Falls!

Sammy:

Hi, Cynthia. How about you tell us how you really feel tonight.

Cynthia:

Well, to be honest I’m a little rattled over these gang signs these aliens are leaving on our turf. Literally.

Ben:

Cynthia, there is no way to tell if those circles are angry or happy, even. They’re just symbols.

Cynthia:

So’s a swastika, Ben Arnold. Get your head out of your tuchus!

Sammy:

Okay, obviously, we aren’t trying to raise alarms here, Cynthia. It’s just, uh, an interesting story. Especially here in our own backyard. Would you not agree? Uh, you know, it’s not every day you can see this kind of handy work, man made or otherwise.

Cynthia:

You two sound so happy. We’re getting tagged in an intergalactic war and all us in the Falls are sitting around at ground zero.

Ben:

I don’t think that’s fair –

Cynthia:

That’s the problem! You just don’t think. It’s all Tim Jensen’s fault, I just know it. We didn’t have any flying saucers and land tattooing bedlam before he chased those lights.

Ben:

He didn’t chase anything! He was driving from work and called to report on a breaking news story.

Cynthia:

Watch your tone, Ben. I’ll buy one of those disease ridden sugar flyers and toss it in Lake Hatchenhaw just to spite you!

Sammy:

Goodnight, Cynthia.

Ben:

Sugar glider. And they’re illegal.

Cynthia:

So are illegal aliens, but you’re just getting ready to throw them a parade. I can’t! I just can’t! [hangs up]

Sammy:

Heh, alright, uh… Line 12 you’re live on King Falls AM.

Emily:

Hi, Sammy! Hi, Ben!

Ben:

Emily! I – I didn’t realize you were back in town!

Emily:

I just got back. I was listening on the way in. My mom and I actually drove by the farm and saw all the commotion over there. Police, reporters, big lawn mower thingies…

Ben:

Lawn mowers?

Sammy:

Uh, you know, if you don’t mind me asking, Emily, why were you out of town?

Emily:

Oh I flew out to Buford, Wyoming for the annual small town librarian expo, and I had my mom pick me up from the airport since Ben was on the air.

Sammy:

Wow, so you guys are in the taking and picking up from the airport stage of your –

Ben:

Friendship. Is that the word you’re searching for, Sammy?

Sammy:

That was exactly the one, Ben.

Emily:

[laughs] You guys are so silly. But I just wanted to say hi and tell Ben I’m back home now! Oh! And starting next week, I’ve got a whole bunch of fun activities I learned from the expo to start doing at the library. Hopefully we can get some of the scared kids back now.

Ben:

I’ll call you later, Emily.

Emily:

Goodnight, Ben. Night, Sammy.

Sammy:

Emily Potter, ladies and gents. King Falls librarian and Ben’s…friend.

Ben:

Yeah, yeah. Lucky Line 1, you’re on King Falls AM.

Caller:

Hi, guys! It’s Greg Frickard!

Sammy:

Hi, Greg! You know, we appreciate you running the ads on the show, sir. It’s so nice to meet you… uh, over the phone, of course.

Greg:

Thanks, Sammy! I think we’ve talked before and uh, glad to run the spots. Me and Granny Frickard love the show! You should hop on down to the Froggery and we’ll hook ya up!

Sammy:

I might have to take you up on that offer, Greg!

Greg:

We’d love to have you! You too, Ben…

Ben:

Greg, you’re a lifelong King Falls resident…we’ve been talking about the crop circles out at –

Greg:

Oh I know. I’ve been listening, but I was actually calling about something else if that’s okay.

Sammy:

Uh yeah, sure thing, Greg. What’s on your mind?

Greg:

Well, I heard Ben and Ms. Potter a second ago and they made a declaration of friendship? Is that correct?

Sammy:

Oh. Uh. Is this about Emily?

Ben:

Did you call before when Emily was in the studio, Greg?

Greg:

Uh, no… [nervously laughs] that must have been…somebody else. But is that true, Ben? Are you and Miss Potter just friends?

Ben:

Good friends. Close friends. Real close.

Greg:

Huh. Welp that’s all I needed to know. Thanks a million, buddy.

Sammy:

Hey uh, Greg – you didn’t have a comment or –

Greg:

Oh, no. I just - [laughs] I don’t know the first thing about crop circles and what have you. Uh, it’s real interesting and all, but Ms. Potter’s lovely voice just…speaks to me. I always just assumed that Ben and Emily were bf and gf respectively, but… if that’s not the case then…

Sammy:

Ben? You okay?

Ben:

I don’t like putting our personal lives out there in the public eye.

Greg:

Well, gee, Ben. I’m only asking because if you’re into friendship with the lovely Ms. Potter, I’m afraid I just might be into courtship. Granny wants to see me married before going into the great By-and-By

Ben:

Okay, bye bye to you too, Greg. Looks like we lost line –

Greg:

I’m still here, pals! Now about that thing-

Ben:

[hangs up] Line 7 you’re on King Falls AM?

Sammy:

Did you just hang up on –

Ben:

I would never. Line 7.

Herschel:

I’d like to voice a complaint, right this instant.

Sammy:

Herschel?

Ben:

Is everything okay, Mr. Baumgartner?

Herschel:

Would I call into you nincompoops if everything was honky-dory?

Ben:

I guess not…

Sammy:

So what seems to be the issue, Herschel?

Herschel:

All this yackin about GD UFO’s and crop circles, for starters. Makes my damn di[censor] itch.

Sammy:

Sir! This is –

Herschel:

Did you call me to tell me what to think, comrade? Or did I call you to talk about an issue?

Sammy:

Please continue, Mr. Baumgartner…

Herschel:

Thank you. So, I’m out on the lake tonight – got up bright and early so I could make sure I got my special spot.

Ben:

Got up early? It’s just now a little past 2…

Herschel:

You the sleep police?! Ya little bastard… I thought not.

Ben:

Sorry, Herschel.

Herschel:

So I’m trollin, out on the – well, that parts top secret, boys. But I’m trollin, so I don’t scare the biggins away and those [censored] damn sons of [censored] rainbow lights start blowing through the sky. Looked like Joseph’s Amazing Technicolored Dreamcoat was fightin that big Jap lizard!

Sammy:

Godzilla? Please don’t use derogatory –

Herschel:

McCarthy would’ve skinned your ass alive, you red sack of [censored]! Can I tell my story?!

Sammy:

Of course, I’m just asking you not to –

Ben:

I’m on the button, Sammy. Herschel’s gonna Herschel…

Sammy:

Okay, so you saw the lights tonight…

Herschel:

Saw? Hell, they scared the literal piss out of me. The trickle down my Carhartt looks like the state of Florida. I’m out here naked as a jaybird! Not a fish in sight.

Ben:

I’m sorry, did you just reference a musical, Mr. Baumgartner?

Herschel:

Oh just cause I like some colorful metaphors means I can’t be refined, Ben?!

Ben:

I wasn’t – I didn’t – imply- I um I’m just saying-

Herschel:

Oh Mrs. Baumgartner – god rest your sexy soul, Edna – used to love those hippy-dippy singing plays. And I’d do anything to keep in those pants, fellas.

Sammy:

Oh, god.

Ben:

Awww. Can we get back to the lights?

Herschel:

That Edna. Oh, lemme tell ya… oh, uh, yeah – the damn lights! Yeah, so, I saw ‘em. What the hell else am I supposed to tell ya about it?

Sammy:

Well, you were calling to complain about them, I’m sure.

Herschel:

That’s right! I’d like to report that no good drunkard! Cecil Sheffield! Called that cumbersome ass-wart damn near 15 times to come bring me a pair of skivvies to no avail! Avoiding my calls and his duties as a co-winner of this damn boat!

Ben:

It’s so late, Mr. Baumgartner. I’m sure he’s sleeping now.

Herschel:

You would take up with him!

Sammy:

Ben’s just sayin that he isn’t avoiding you so much as he’s, you know, probably asleep.

Herschel:

Sleeping one off! Soggy son of a [censor]ch. He knows if I ring the special line, it’s a damn emergency.

Ben:

So, you guys have made up?

Herschel:

Made up my ass! If he’s gonna be co-anything with Herschel F. Baumgartner, that tallywackers gonna have to keep up his end of the bargain.

Sammy:

To be at your beck and call in case you… soil yourself…

Herschel:

Don’t be crass!

Ben:

So, you guys are actually sharing the boat? That’s awesome! I figured you-

Herschel:

I ain’t sharin a damn thing with that son of a [censored]. Stop stirrin the pot or I’ll make what Charlie did to John McCain look like foreplay, Ben Arnold!

Sammy:

So, to the point, you’re calling to complain about Cecil because he’s sleeping through your time of need?

Ben:

But he is corroborating seeing the lights, Sammy! That’s a big deal.

Herschel:

Just have an intern or something bring me some britches and stop the fiddle fu[censored] fuss! 32 long! I’ll be at Begley’s. He’s probably peering out his window lookin for a damn show… I don’t like beige! [hangs up]

Sammy:

You’re on King Falls AM with Sammy and Ben.

Riley:

Please hold the line for Mayor Grisham.

Sammy:

This again?

Ben:

[groans]

Sammy:

You know, I wondered, do you wake him when we say special key words, or…?

Riley:

Mayor, you’re on with Sammy and Ben.

Grisham:

Sammy. Ben. I hate to rain on your topic of discussion tonight, but let’s shut it down. It would be much appreciated.

Ben:

What?

Sammy:

The always fair, Mayor Grisham, folks. Remember this come election time next year.

Grisham:

Do you think that a public servant should have to call the local Tom & Joe Chuckle Hut Show to ask them not to jeopardize a police investigation?

Sammy:

Do you ever call Channel 13 and tell them what to report and how? We are a topical late night talk show, Grisham.

Grisham:

Mayor.

Sammy:

I didn’t vote for you.

Grisham:

Fair enough. I don’t expect you to respect anything but your own pathetic grab for ratings. Now, regarding Channel 13 –

Ben:

Sorry, Mayor. Obviously, Sammy is flustered. He wouldn’t have used such a bad example if he was thinking straight -

Grisham:

The answer to your question, Sammy, is no. I wouldn’t call in and tell a reputable news agency how to do their job. BUT, amazingly enough, I continue to have to ask you to stop your rhetoric seemingly once a month or so. Interesting, don’t you think?

Ben:

You do realize the only people that watch Channel 13 are drunks that can’t find the remote and animals left alone with the TV on, right?

Grisham:

Whatever helps you sleep better, Ben. I can tell you for a fact that right now Storm Sander’s is probably not working a local yokel interview and digging up the muck. He’s reporting on city ordinance 29.44371.

Ben:

Storm is knee deep in a barrel of backyard bathtub hooch during commercial breaks.

Sammy:

So, Mayor, what is this ordinance? Ya know, since we aren’t reporting the news to your liking, give us a glimpse into what works for you.

Grisham:

The add on to the local YMCA. The new menu at Rose’s. I’m not paid a handsome salary to do your job.

Sammy:

Oh, right! I forget you think you can dictate what we report on, for free.

Ben:

Sammy… they’re destroying the crop circles! That’s the ordinance!

Grisham:

There’s hope for you yet, Ben. Don’t go down with this ship. I’ll put a good word in for elsewhere.

Sammy:

You son of a [censored]! You’re destroying the crop circles? That could be the only thing that brings Tim Jensen home!

Grisham:

Don’t bring Tim Jensen into this! The city is paying Libbydale Farms a fair share for their remaining crops! But it is in the public’s best interest to mow down this batch of mischief accordingly! Especially after this broadcast.

Sammy:

[laughs] You are despicable.

Grisham:

These affairs aren’t your business to ramble on about. Do the weather! Talk about traffic! I mean, I filled those potholes! Stop making trouble!

Sammy:

Freedom of the press. When your assistant isn’t typing out our every word, maybe have her look it up and tell you all about it.

Grisham:

I can’t wait to hear about it! And here’s a little phrase for you to look up too: obstruction of justice.

Sammy:

Uh-huh.

Grisham:

Do you think using your connections to officers of the law to report on breaking news is fine and dandy, Stevens? You are perverting the course of this case. Certain things, especially ongoing issues, aren’t mean to be talked about until all the facts are out there. And you idiots are prying on the scene reporting with your bagel eating buddy who happens to be a cop.

Ben:

Not my buddy…

Sammy:

Ben.

Ben:

I’m not throwing you under the bus, Sammy. I just hate Troy.

Grisham:

So, the moral of the story would be, gents, somethings require couth. Somethings require kid gloves when handling. And most things don’t need to be aired in the public for ratings and entertainment. A perfect example being how I’m sure Sheriff Gunderson handled Deputy Kriegshauser on his own for calling into this joke of a show with police business constantly. Doubt you’ll see that done during a press conference.

Ben:

Uh, is that really necessary, sir?

Grisham:

This show is a breeding ground for incompetence and you’re now dragging your pals down with you. Straighten up and fly right.

Sammy:

Troy doesn’t need to be punished for you to make your point, Grisham.

Grisham:

Out of my hands. I’ve already had Riley send my opinion on and over to the Sheriff. Now again, I ask you, pick a different topic of discussion. Maybe one that won’t lead to the continued pain and misery for all those around you. Night, night, fellas.

Sammy:

I’m gonna call Troy.

Ben:

Umm We’ll be back after this, King Falls. We’ll take some calls about uh… I guess we’ll see…

[outro]

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timetogoslumming · 7 years

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another fluffy little sprace oneshot for you!

race finds out that spot missed out on a vital part of childhood.

For the first few weeks that they were dating, Spot never saw Race’s apartment. It just made sense for them- Spot lived alone, and Race’s roommates could be a little bit intense. One evening, though, after they had gone out for pizza, Spot was clearly uncomfortable as they walked back toward his apartment.

“Don’t you live like, a block from here?” he asked.

“Yeah?”

Spot worried his bottom lip between his teeth for a minute. “Okay, I don’t want to tell you this-” he started.

Race looked down at him, concerned. “What is it?”

“I really have to use the bathroom,” Spot said. “Can we please just go back to your place tonight? I really don’t want to walk the rest of the way back to mine holding it.”

“Oh, my god. Fine.” They took a left at the corner and were quickly back to Race’s building. Spot stepped back while Race unlocked the door. “Just… sorry in advance about my roommates,” he started. “They’re kinda- anyway, they’re probably going to interrogate you.”

But his worries, as it turned out, were unfounded. The apartment was empty. Jack, he assumed had gone to Davey’s- he had been doing that a lot lately- and Albert just sort of disappeared sometimes. He would be gone for days at a time, then come back saying he had run out for a bagel. Race knew him well enough to know not to question it. Al would probably come up with a story about being abducted by aliens or something if he asked too many questions.

“My bathroom’s the one at the end of the hall,” Race said, pointing, and Spot walked, a little bit too quickly to be casual, toward it.

“You have a space shower curtain?” Spot yelled from inside.

“Yes! Don’t judge me!”

Race wandered aimlessly around the kitchen while he waited for Spot, eventually starting up the Keurig for a cup of coffee. Not too long after, the toilet flushed, the sink ran for a minute, and Spot emerged, looking much calmer. “Little late for coffee, isn’t it?” he asked.

Race shrugged. “No such thing as too late. Besides, caffeine calms me down.”

“Fair enough. Show me your room. I want to see if you’re as big of a nerd as I think you are.”

Race led Spot to his room and stood awkwardly in the doorway as Spot looked around at his various posters and photos on the wall. He occasionally asked who someone in a picture was, and Race would answer, but aside from that, it was mostly silent. Race had learned when they first got together that Spot liked to know his surroundings like the back of his hand. Unfamiliar spaces made him nervous, so he took the time to thoroughly explore every new place he found himself in. “Why do you have four calculators?” Spot asked, pointing at the stack of advanced graphing calculators on Race’s desk.

“In case three break,” Race replied, only half kidding.

Spot stopped at Race’s bookshelf, picking up a ratty teddy bear, which had once been white and was now a sort of greyish-brown. He held the bear up to Race with his eyebrows raised. “Really? You still have a teddy bear?”

Race made a grab for the bear, but Spot was faster and yanked it out of reach. “Fuck off,” Race said. “I got him when I was a baby.”

“It’s a him, huh?”

Race grabbed for the bear again, but this time, Spot let him have it. “Yes, he’s a him,” Race replied, smoothing the bear’s fur, which had gotten sort of patchy in old age. “His name is Barney, in case you were wondering. But seriously, everyone still has some kind of stuffed animal.”

“Not me,” Spot replied, taking a seat on the end of Race’s bed. “But then, I never really had any.”

“What do you mean?” Race asked absently as he carefully placed Barney the Bear back on his shelf.

“Never had like, a teddy bear or anything.”

Race spun around so fast that his neck cracked a bit. “What, never?” he asked. “Not even when you were little?”

Spot shrugged. “Nah.”

“How?”

“Well, when your mom is in prison and your dad thinks that kind of stuff is too sissy, you don’t get a whole lot of teddy bears.”

A pang of sadness hit Race straight in the heart. “That’s… really shitty. Every kid needs a teddy bear. Or something. I think Al had a stuffed fish, but still. Seriously, what are you doing tomorrow?”

“Uh… nothing?”

“We’re getting you a teddy bear.”

Spot shook his head. “We really don’t need to-”

“We’re going.”

The next day, after a long lie-in in bed and a massive breakfast at IHOP, Race dragged Spot to the mall, making a beeline for the Build a Bear Workshop. Spot stopped just outside, staring at the display of Pokemon in the window. “Race, I really don’t want to do this.”

“Too bad. Every kid needs a teddy bear,” Race replied, shoving Spot inside.

“I’m twenty-two.”

“Yeah. We’re making up for twenty-two years of lost time.”

Inside, Race pointed to the wall of stuffed animals, telling Spot to choose the one he liked best. Slowly, they walked along the line, occasionally picking up a bear to make a joke. “This one looks like you,” he said, gesturing to a garish tie-dyed cat.

“Shut up,” Race replied, picking up one that was meant to look like the Beast from Beauty and the Beast, but really just looked like a mistake. “This one looks like you.”

Finally, though, Spot settled on a classic teddy bear with fur the same color as Race’s hair, although neither of them made that connection out loud. An overly cheery teenage employee rushed over. “Are you ready to bring your bear to life?” she asked.

“Uh… sure,” Spot replied.

“Okay!” she enthused. “Come choose a heart for your friend!” She gestured to a huge bowl of red hearts.

“That’s… not necessary.” The employee started to protest, and Race nudged Spot. “Okay, fine.” He grabbed a heart at random.

“Great!” Race was beginning to suspect that the girl was a robot built by Build a Bear’s corporate headquarters. “Now warm the heart in your hands!” Spot hesitantly closed his hands around the red heart. “Good! And now whisper a wish to your bear’s heart.”

Spot jerked his head up. “You’re joking. Do I really look like the kind of guy who whispers wishes to little hearts? Who do you think-” “Dude,” Race said, interrupting him. “Will you just… be cool?”

“Fine,” Spot snapped. He brought the heart up to his hands. “I wish for cheap booze and good sex,” he whispered with a grin, quietly enough that Race and the employee couldn’t make it out.

“Now seal it with a kiss!” the girl said perkily. Spot bitterly gave the heart a quick kiss.

“What’d you wish for?” Race asked.

“Oh, no!” scolded the employee. “If he tells you, it won’t come true!” “Yeah, Race. I can’t tell you,” Spot confirmed with a smirk.

The poor girl helped them stuff the bear, but was quickly rebuked when she suggested that Spot give it a hug test to see if it was full enough, and then weakly suggested that they give the bear a bath.

Spot stared at her, slackjawed. “Give it a what?”

“A bath,” she replied, pointing toward a blue trough shaped vaguely like a dog groomer’s tub.

Spot held up the bear, which had just been stitched up. “This is a stuffed animal. It’s not real. I just bought it. Are you telling me this bear isn’t clean?”

“Spot,” Race hissed.

“It’s not really water,” the employee responded.

Spot nodded. “Okay, great. Can we pretend for a minute that I’m an adult and don’t want to give a stuffed animal an imaginary bath?”

The employee actually rolled her eyes, her robot exterior cracking. “Go pick out clothes or something,” she said dully, gesturing to a wall of clothes.

As soon as they were by the wall, and the employee had gone back to the register, Race nudged Spot. “Why are you so mean?” he asked quietly.

“I’m not mean,” Spot replied as he looked through tiny outfits. “This is stupid.” As he dug through the clothes, he froze and did a double take, looking back at Race. “Hey, look,” Spot said. “It’s your shirt.”

The tiny shirt he held up was weirdly similar to Race’s, although not identical. Race’s shirt was a diagram of Saturn, with arrows and captions pointing out various parts of the planet. The bear shirt was just a picture of Saturn. “I’m getting this.”

“Aw, so you can cuddle with me even when I’m not there?” Race teased.

Spot scowled. “Fuck off. No. It’s because this is stupid and you’re stupid.” He held the shirt up to the bear like he was trying it on. “Besides. I don’t cuddle.” Which, for the record, was the truth. Spot liked his space.

They shopped around for a while longer, before finally settling on an outfit, which was nearly identical to Race’s. After checking out with the employee, who by this point, was completely done with them, and after a quick apology to her from Race, they left, carrying a box shaped like a house.

“Want to walk around the mall a little?” Race asked.

“No,” Spot said quickly. “I don’t need anyone to see me carrying this shit around.”

Back at Spot’s apartment, they unboxed the bear. “Okay, well… cool,” Spot said awkwardly, letting it sit on the couch between them.

“Admit it,” Race urged. “You love it. You finally got your teddy bear.”

“Get out of my home.”

#newsies #sprace #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #myfics

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littlelovelymemes · 7 years

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‘ my kink is getting some fuckin sleep. ’ ‘ omg here goes your lil crybaby ass. ’ ‘ the beatles wouldn’t even fucking exist if big time rush hadn’t paved the path for them so shut the fuck up. ’ ‘ don’t start buddy. don’t you dare. ’ ‘ gay rights? true, as a gay, i am always right. ’ ‘ not to vent, but: fuck. ’ ‘ the worst pain is to make small talk with someone you once told everything to. ’ ‘ i think i accidentally break my own heart a lot. ’ ‘ sometimes ‘brb’ stands for ‘be ready bitch’ so you have to be careful. ’ ‘ i want to kiss you in a way that makes you not want to kiss anyone else ever again. ’ ‘ shout out to the people who are still friends with me even though i’m a fucking idiot. ’ ‘ it’s safe to assume that at any given moment i want to go back to bed. ’ ‘ i’m a big fan of anything that will help me chill the fuck out. ’ ‘ i don’t go through people’s pictures on their phone cause i wasn’t raised in the jungle. ’ ‘ i think we, as a people, just need to have a glass of water. ’ ‘ i don’t have enough black clothes. ’ ‘ sweetie, i could sleep for ten years and i’d still be tired. ’ ‘ i would sleep so much better with your arms wrapped around me. ’ ‘ me??? tired??? sleepy??? yes, constantly. ’ ‘ i’m pb&j -- petty, bitter, and jealous. ’ ‘ the fact that sloths aren’t extinct somehow proves that if you go at your own pace and mind your own fucking business you too can succeed. ’ ‘ i wish i could be the person i want to be, but i’m too tired. ’ ‘ i always look sleep deprived. is that hot? ’ ‘ just because there’s always room for improvement doesn’t mean you’ll never be good enough. ’ ‘ my heart is a soft and sensitive mess. ’ ‘ all i want is a big garden and no responsibilities. ’ ‘ honestly someone not liking beyonce is a deal breaker and not for any political reasons, but just like you’re probably, definitely really boring. ’ ‘ hey guys, i’m a huge fan of genuine love and affection. ’ ‘ now i’m falling asleep and she’s calling a crab and he’s having a smoke and she’s kissing the crab. ’ ‘ i’ve been ever since i heard ‘lonely’ by akon at 9 years-old. ’ ‘ my new years resolution is to stop. ’ ‘ i’m irritated cause i’m not lovable in a romantic soulmate way. ’ ‘ i hate knowing that people that ruined parts of me still live and function like nothing ever happened. ’ ‘ i know i’m cute, but you can remind me. ’ ‘ hey, just wondering, but are you fucking kidding me???? ’ ‘ i can’t wait to be in love with someone who is also deepfuck in love with me and we love each other forever n’ ever. ’ ‘ me? clingy? yes. please don’t leave me. ’ ‘ girlfriend application compatibility question: do you keep your depression pile on the bed or on the floor? ’ ‘ anything heart shaped is automatically 200% better. this is a fact. ’ ‘ today’s agenda: screaming into the abyss. ’ ‘ going from ‘today is a good day’ to ‘i hate my life’ takes me approximately 2.6 seconds. ’ ‘ everyone needs to wash their face and go to bed. ’ ‘ i’m worth so much more than the ways i’ve been treated. ’ ‘ hey, can i claim you guys as dependents on my taxes? ’ ‘ i really just ignore phone calls. like leave a message. i don’t check those either but like ’ ‘ i honestly just want to pack my bags and go travel the world and see and explore everything possible. ’ ‘ remember being little and thinking dandelions were fun or a pretty color or something and every adult in an 80 mile radius wouldn’t let you say that without screaming IT’S A WEED. ’ ‘ why did we just accept catdog? ’ ‘ my ‘stay in bed all day’ game’s too strong. ’ ‘ you deserve to be loved without having to hide the parts of yourself that you think are unlovable. ’ ‘ i always forget that i literally don’t owe anyone anything! ’ ‘ i wonder what it feels like to know what the fuck is going on. ’ ‘ honestly... us girls? us women? we always out here, knowin. ’ ‘ would an alien think i’m pretty? ’ ‘ i love boys, but only as a concept. ’ ‘ why do parents get mad when you sleep in all day? like i’m staying out of trouble and i’m not spending your money like what’s the issue here???? ’ ‘ i identify as an inconvenience to the world. ’ ‘ i seriously regret telling anyone, anything, ever lmao ’ ‘ dating me is like dating a five year-old. i need all of your attention and i’m cranky if i haven’t had a nap. ’ ‘ i’m literally tired of myself. ’ ‘ don’t introduce me to ur parents unless you plan on marrying me because they’re going to love me and ask about me for the rest of your life lol ’ ‘ what the hell is a straight person? only straight thing i know about is the edge of my beloved sword. ’ ‘ i highly recommend never having feelings. ’ ‘ self care is going into a cornfield at night to get abducted by aliens. ’ ‘ staying up late with another human is such a weird thing like you get this special bond and a what-is-this feeling ’ ‘ do u ever feel like ur not even friends with ur friends? ’ ‘ um no offense but whom’st’ve going to loveth me? ’ ‘ date a girl who fucks everything up. ’ ‘ not all who mcfreakin wander are mcfreakin lost. ’ ‘ i may legally be an adult but don’t be fooled. i have no idea what i’m doing. ’ ‘ a fun and interesting fact about me is that i’m a fucking idiot. ’ ‘ you can start again anytime! ’ ‘ all you can do is learn your lesson. there’s no point in wishing you had did differently. the past is the past. ’ ‘ i can’t believe an angel like me has to suffer so much. ’ ‘ you’re all so obsessed with love and being loved. what about just going to sleep? ’ ‘ i’m smart, but i do dumb shit anyway. ’ ‘ tbh i never deal with my emotions. i just let them ravage my body and then go to bed and then i wake up and do it all over again. ’ ‘ first of all: i don’t know shit, so jot that down. ’ ‘ i’ll just ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯ my way through life. ’ ‘ i’m tired of things costing money. ’ ‘ don’t you hate it when you’re dead inside and run out of apps to refresh? ’ ‘ who cares? do better, move on. ’ ‘ i don’t need a significant other. just a significant income. ’ ‘ appreciation for everyone who’s ever talked to me bc i’m annoying and dumb. ’ ‘ thnks fr th mntl llnss. ’ ‘ what hasn’t killed me has just made me overly sensitive and defensive. ’ ‘ i don’t know shit ya’ll!!!!! i’m just out here. ’ ‘ binge-watching is great until you run out of the show and have to start watching it weekly like some sort of medieval peasant. ’ ‘ i’m in the wrong realm and i think everyone can tell. ’ ‘ this might come as a shock but I’m Not Feelin too good my dudes. ’ ‘ i’m alive, but only ironically. ’ ‘ there she goes again being over dramatic and by she, i mean me. ’ ‘ do you ever feel like have tried Too Hard to a friend and now you have become That Obnoxious Weirdo? ’ ‘ lgbt: lasagna! garfield’s beloved treat. ’ ‘ my favorite phrase in the english language is ‘i shit you not.’ ’ ‘ i’m a real boring bitch! a snoozer! ’ ‘ i honestly look so good lounging in an oversized t-shirt and no pants. when will someone experience the blessing of domestic living w/ me? ’ ‘ you don’t understand how hard it is to take a selfie when you’re ugly. ’ ‘ you son of a mumford! ’ ‘ hi, i’m here to ruin everything. ’ ‘ you can tell a lot about a person by looking at their hands. for example, if it’s a skeleton hand then they’re dead. ’ ‘ the year is 2020 and i am found guilty of treason against the united states for vague blogging that i hate someone and donald trump thought it was about him. ’ ‘ everybody calm down, we’re going to be fine! :))) we’ve weathered worse than this! :) :) :) :) really all this panic just seems like a huge overreaction imho ’ ‘ no beta readers. we publish our crap writing like men. ’ ‘ i need $$$$$ not feelings. ’ ‘ ‘idk imma see’ = i ain’t coming, never was coming, never considered it, never gave it a single thought, only remembered cause you asked again. ’ ‘ oops, i don’t care lol ’ ‘ why girls always crop the halo out of their selfies? stop being so modest. we know the truth. ’ ‘ maurice, you’re not gonna fucking believe this, ’ ‘ i always get told i look like a bitch bc i’m always glaring while i walk, but i’m not glaring, i’m squinting. i have sensitive eyes. they’re watering. ’ ‘ concept: it’s 3 am. candle lit room. a record is spinning. you’re kissing me. we have no worries in the world. we’re warm and content. ’ ‘ i need to go into the forest and scream for an hour and a half. ’ ‘ pls kill all men who yell at girls from cars. ’ ‘ life really isn’t what i expected it to be. less quicksand. almost no quicksand to be honest. lots of metaphorical quicksand tho. ’ ‘ i have a question for u: like are u done... like is it over? ’ ‘ we all have that one person who ruins your day by being alive. ’ ‘ we all have that one person who ruins your day by being alive. for me, it’s myself. ’ ‘ whenever i see police i always try not to act suspicious and fail internally even though i never did anything wrong. ’ ‘ new years resolution: less bitter, more glitter. ’

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Must Love Cats- Chapter 10

Levy hadn’t planned on being a pet sitter when she’d moved into the city. She also hadn’t planned on pet sitting for a sex god either, but here she was.

AKA the one where Levy is a pet sitter, Gajeel is her client, and Lily is the glue that binds them together.

This is it guys! The one before the epilogue! It’s a bit scary posting this because I really don’t want to disappoint. My apologies in advance if I do. And as alway, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TAKING THE TIME TO READ THIS AND COME ON THIS JOURNEY WITH ME!

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Two hours. That was how many hours of sleep Levy had gotten thanks to her nerves, which in turn, only made her nerves worse. She’d become quite familiar with the topography of the textured ceiling above her in those hours as she’d stared up at it. Every possible excuse to get out of work for the next day ran through her mind, each getting increasingly more unbelievable as the night wore on. (It started as simple as feigning food poisoning and ended with alien abduction.) As her alarm sounded, startling her from her already fitful sleep, she stared up at the ceiling again and listened to the sound of Lucy’s breathing on the other side of the room.

If she was less of a person, she would call out, but she knew she couldn’t. No matter how things could possibly end that day, she couldn’t let the rest of her client’s down like that just because she was too selfish to face Gajeel and Lily again. That’s it, she thought to herself as she pushed herself up, you’re going to do this and everything will work out.

And if it wasn’t? Well, she’d just cross that bridge when she got there.

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“You know, Hotdog, if you wanted to do something wild like drag me super far away so I can’t go to that visit, that would be greatly appreciated right now,” Levy said to the giant dog. She hadn’t actually been assigned to him since the incident a couple months back, which had given her an overwhelming sense of deja vu. She’d been consumed with thoughts of Gajeel and Lily during that visit too, now that she thought about it. At the time she’d cursed the dog for running off and trying to get her killed, but now she cursed him for being so well behaved as they went for their walk. He was even sat now whenever they reached a street to cross to await the go ahead to cross.

“Of course you’re a perfect angel now,” she mumbled under her breath. “Just couldn’t do me this solid this one time, huh?” Levy pulled her phone from her back pocket to check how they were doing on time. The timer showed 15 minutes left in their visit, which meant 15 minutes until the last visit standing between her and her doom ended. Unless she gave Hotdog a longer walk out of the goodness of her heart.

When she’d awakened this morning and decided she was going to face the visit head on, she’d still been a bit sleep deprived and had that early morning kick of adrenaline. Now, after the day had passed, so had her resolve. It was too late to back out now, but dammit she was going to put it off as long as possible. Almost as if he sensed her distress, Hotdog nudged her leg with his big head. Smiling down at him, she ruffled his ears.

“I’ll be fine, cutie pie,” she cooed at him. The large mutt licked her hand before turning his attention back towards their path. With any luck, it would be an easy visit with Lily and nothing will have changed. It was wishful thinking, of course, Levy wasn’t stupid. The guilt of his sickness always weighed on her in the back of her mind. Even worse was the guilt of ignoring his owner and basically ghosting him as soon as she’d found out Lily was fine. Erza was right, she was running away, and that weighed on her too. She was running, because if you didn’t allow yourself the happiness, the happiness couldn’t be taken away. It had been a great strategy up to this point anyway.

Her phone vibrated, alerting her that Hotdog’s time requirement had been met and causing her heart to race. Almost as if he knew time was up, the dog turned back towards his home and started to pull her in that direction.

“Traitor,” she breathed as she followed behind him. The walk, which had taken all of 30 minutes to do somehow took just 10 minutes to get back, which Levy was certain was some cruel twist of fate. Before she knew it, she found herself parked in the parking lot at Gajeel’s complex with her hands clutching the wheel so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. No matter how much she willed herself to just get out of the car and get it over with, her body stayed petrified in the car. That was, until her ringtone cut through the silence, causing her to jump and let out a sharp scream. Lucy’s name flashed across the screen.

“Hey,” was all she managed when she finally answered the phone. Her heart was still racing as it tried to hammer its way out of her chest.

“You sound stressed,” Lucy replied, cutting straight to the chase. Not that Levy expected any less. “It’s about that time, isn’t it?” She continued without allowing Levy the chance to deny her claim.

“Unfortunately,” she said lowly, chewing on the corner of her thumbnail. If Juvia was there, she’d smack her hand away and remind her that it was a terrible habit to have. However, she wasn’t, so she chewed away. She heard her friend sigh on the other end.

“It’s going to be fine, Lev,” Lucy calmly said. “If he was mad at you, he wouldn’t have asked you to take care of Lily again.” It was nice to hear her friend say it, and did help calm her nerves down slightly.

“But what if-”

“No, no what if’s, Levy. Those two words together will do nothing but haunt you.” Lucy’s voice was strong with conviction. “Trust me, Lev, everything will be fine. And if it isn’t, well, I have a nice pint of ice cream and a bottle of whiskey waiting for you.” It was strange that that was what caused tears to prick the corners of Levy’s eyes, yet here she was as they threatened to spill over. Lucy was right. It would be fine. And if it wasn’t... she wasn’t going to think about if it wasn’t.

“Thanks, Luce,” Levy replied, voice barely above a whisper.

“Anytime,” was all her friend said before the line went dead. With a steadying breath, Levy undid her seatbelt, got out of her car and headed into the complex. Avoiding eye contact with the front desk attendant, she headed straight for the elevator. The ride was relatively short-- too short, in fact-- before she found herself standing at Gajeel’s front door. She carefully put in the code, taking her time as she got the key out and closed it back up again.

Here goes nothing. With a quick turn in both locks, Levy opened the door. She wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting upon coming in, but the feeling of returning home was not it. Though her heart had been racing and she’d been a nervous wreck all day, the one place she’d been dreading somehow was also providing her solace. She closed the door behind her and took in the silence of the apartment. Lily was nowhere to be found, which was weird for him, but she supposed she wouldn’t want to say hi to her either if she was Lily. The last time he’d seen her had ended in a surgery after all. Walking towards the kitchen to get Lily’s food prepared, she noticed a vase of flowers on the counter. They were lilac and yellow lilies, and they were absolutely stunning. She drew closer to the arrangement, and was enveloped by their delicate floral scent. There didn’t seem to be a card on them, and she wondered if someone had sent them to Gajeel after Lily’s surgery. Though she wasn’t sure if flowers would live that long. Maybe they were really late? Or maybe Gajeel was a flower person?

Leaning in, she smelled one of the lilies, amazed at how they smelled and how beautiful they were. She hadn’t ever seen lilies with that coloring before. Suddenly, she felt something nudge against her arm. A panicked gasp escaped her lips as she pulled back to see Lily rubbing his head against her arm. Her eyes started to burn with tears as he let out a soft meow and continued to drag the rest of his body across her arm.

“I missed you too, Lil,” she hiccuped as she started to pet the black cat. The tears spilled over as she began to pet him, causing the cat to purr loudly. She had missed him so much. The fingers of her right hand stroked his glossy coat as she wiped away her tears with her left. She suddenly felt lighter as she realized everything really was fine. Even his stomach had regrown its hair nicely and it was almost as if you couldn’t even tell what had happened. She started to scratch behind his ears, making even louder purrs erupt from his chest. It was then that she saw the piece of paper tied to his collar with a ribbon. Untying it carefully, she unfolded the note and though she’d only seen it once, she instantly recognized the handwriting. There wasn’t much written in the note, and yet she found herself rereading it.

Dear Levy,

I really appreciate you and all that you do for me. I’m sorry I gave you such a scare, but it wasn’t your fault. I’ve really missed you, and was hoping you’d stick around for awhile longer. Dad has really missed you too, so I was wondering if you’d consider going on a date with him?

Love,

Lily

Next to Lily’s name was a little paw print. She felt the smile start to stretch across her lips before she even realized she had started to smile. Scooping Lily into her arms, she hugged him to her chest where her heart felt like it was going to explode, and planted a kiss on top of his head.

“So is that a yes?” Levy’s head snapped up to see Gajeel standing in the entrance of his hallway, leaning against the wall and watching her with soft eyes. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“I missed you, too,” was all she said, voice soft as she struggled to find it. Her heart continued to swell with joy as she continued to hug the cat to her chest and take in Gajeel who was now walking slowly towards her. He wasn’t mad at her, and neither was Lily, which was already more than she could ask for. Gajeel stopped just inches away from her. Lifting his hand, he gently pushed hair back from her face. She leaned into the touch as he then wiped a stray tear from her cheek.

“So is that a yes?” He repeated, his voice low and deep as he leaned in towards her. Hazel met amber as she looked up into his eyes, before her gaze flickered down to his mouth. Her skin was on fire, and if she just stood on her tippy toes, she could close the incredibly small gap between them. Of course she knew the answer. She’d always known the answer.

“Yes,” she finally breathed. There wasn’t enough time for his smile to take her breath away before he leaned the rest of the way down and pressed his lips to hers. It was short lived as Lily meowed loudly, making them jump apart and causing the both of them to laugh. With Lily in her arms and Gajeel looking at her the way he was, Levy was pretty sure she could get used to this. He playfully ruffled his cat’s ears and smiled at her.

Yeah. She could get used to this.

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davidmann95 · 7 years

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Hey, talk somewhat on Superman's B-list villains? Livewire, Atomic Skull, Silver Banshee, Terra Man, Prankster, and any other low-level but recurring ones. Any ones have potential or cool powers there?

With minor Superman villains, I’ve already touched on Silver Banshee, Prankster, Riot, the Galactic Golem, and J. Wilbur Wolfingham. Delving into some others who maybe don’t have that much name recognition, both B-listers of some degree of note and not-quites who I have some fondness for:

Livewire has always felt like she should be a bigger deal among the Superman villains, but at the same time I get to a certain extent why she hasn’t been. She’s got a great design, and Lori Petty’s voice did as much to define her as Arleen Sorkin did for Harley Quinn, but the more I think about her, the more she runs into problems. She’s not especially meant to be taken seriously - her ‘criticisms’ of Superman are deliberately framed as petty and shallow, to an extent that changing them would essentially rewrite her already pretty well-defined personality. So what you’ve got is a villain who won’t really hurt Superman (given one of his most iconic covers is taking a lightning bolt to the chest with a reply of “It tickles!”, electricity isn’t much of a plausible threat to him) who can still avoid him while causing a ruckus throughout Metropolis, mocking him all the while…and, well, that’s Mxyzptlk. Plus, while Mxy while might bring a vague air of sleaze with him in a way that can leave Superman a touch out of his depth, he’s still deliberately ridiculous, while Leslie Willis is typically much more straightforward and pointed in how she tries to take him down a peg or two in a way that can too easily slide into showing him as stodgy and boring by comparison.

The solution then I think is to bend her away from being a character who has direct confrontations with him all that often. One of her big shticks is that she can manipulate media broadcasts, usually just to make fun of Superman before they throw down. But what if that got pushed further? Make her instead a ghost in the machine riling up idiots on message boards who find the idea of tearing down Superman simply for the sake of it a riot; she could be a one-woman Anonymous, the Bad Media to the Daily Planet’s Good Media, drawing a line under how much of Metropolis hasn’t been hearing Superman’s message at all, needing both to be stopped, and to themselves be saved from far more than a meteor or robot (which would also do a lot to counter the image of Metropolis as a generically perfect city). Ironic, detached cynicism vs. unapologetic sincerity. In short, 4chan vs. Superman, winner take all.

Atomic Skull is, what, an actor with amnesia who thinks he’s a movie villain or something? Meh. I guess there’s something to play with in the idea of his powers as inherently dangerous, evoking Superman’s own fears of losing control, but that seems kinda shallow. I know Superwoman has shown him as somewhat reforming, which seems like a good hook (some of his villains really should), but that’s a whole other angle that hasn’t really been developed yet. The one time I have really liked him was in a set of stories immediately after Electric Superman where each of the four Superman titles briefly told stories set in different eras, with a version of the Skull in the first Golden Age story. A movie star who parlayed his fame as an American Nazi propagandist, he tried to attach himself to Superman’s own increasing public recognition - given he too wore a caped uniform in the serial Curse of the Atomic Skull - claiming they were both examples of the emergence of ubermenschen to reclaim the world. Mesh that with his traditional powerset and contemporary context, and I have an idea of him as some kind of hyper-reactionary, ‘realpolitk’-espousing nihilistic superman of skinheads, alt-righters, and crazed survivalists, who see him as the firey atomic nu-human of an apocalyptic tomorrow. He could even hook up with the Supremacists from Greg Pak and Aaron Kuder’s time on Action Comics for some easy recruits and henchmen.

Subjekt-17; now here’s a guy who I wish had popped up again. Largely forgotten as a consequence of Kurt Busiek’s time on Superman being criminally overlooked, Subjekt-17 was a worst-case scenario: not able to pass for human in the same way as Kal-El, he was taken in by the Soviets as an infant and experimented on his entire life, only to be confronted by Superman when freed and trying to cut a swathe of blood through humanity as payment for his suffering. There was an interesting, painful dynamic in play there - he saw Superman as something like a brother, but in spite of his telepathy couldn’t understand why he would protect the humans who coldly tormented Subjekt his entire life, ultimately seeing Superman as so desperate to assimilate that he would fight an innocent to protect the guilty. I feel like there’s a lot more stories in him, and when it comes to the perennial question of “Are you sure you’re really doing the right thing, Superman?”, I feel like he as a victim of the establishment would have a much more consistent batting average for good stories than yet another edgy new antihero lecturing Superman about the Real Issues.

Magog doesn’t even feel like he should break C-list in the natural order of things, but he was in probably the most widely-read Superman-centric comic ever other than I suppose Death of Superman, so yeah, he counts as notable. The idea presented later on in The Kingdom with Gog as a worshiper of Superman whose shattered faith drove him to madness feels like it has almost a kernel of something interesting at the heart of it, but it feels much more so like a vehicle for semi-talented creators to write dumb comics with him that think of themselves as much more important than they are. A friend did have a decent take on what to do with him narratively though in a way that works with how he’s existed up until now: he’s not a threat himself, he’s not even a consistent or on his own necessarily important figure, but he’s a multiversal constant in that his arrival is always the prelude to a cosmic upheaval or an end of an age of heroes, and specifically catastrophe for Superman. His appearances even back it up: his time in Chuck Austen’s Action Comics was shortly before Infinite Crisis, he came on the scene in the New 52 shortly before Truth and the resulting death of that version of Superman, and now another seemingly new version of him is in Supergirl in the build-up to Doomsday Clock. There’s a lot you can play with there: he doesn’t even have to be the same character twice, but he always emerges to try and take Superman to task on some profound level as a harbinger to a greater doom for the DCU. Maybe over time he could have the same kind of narrative “him showing up means something” cache as Doomsday, but in the sense that seeing him means Superman’s going to have to ask some big questions about himself and what he does as preparation for a larger reckoning for him and his kind, rather than meaning Superman’s gonna have to punch a bone monster again.

I wanna love Terra-Man. He’s a cowboy who was abducted by aliens and got a winged horse to fly around the universe, who calls himself Terra-Man because he a spaceman from Earth! That’s great! But I can’t say the execution has ever much interested me; he’s so over-the-top without ever especially being played as a gag that I just can’t get into it. Luckily though, the solution has already been reached with him: Tom Strong’s Coleman Grey, the Weird Rider, is straight-up Terra-Man, played with the melancholy, cold competency and swagger of a killer out of time, and some fantastic stone-cold badass moments that sell the hell out of him. Just apply that personality to this guy - fearsome but not unreasonable in the right circumstances, out of time but comfortable with his new life even if it means sometimes running up against the Man of Tomorrow - and we have an instant winner; maybe not one of the greats, but not every Superman opponent needs to bring major thematic concerns to the table so long as they can pull their weight in entertaining storytelling opportunities.

And now for a few rapid-fire takes:

Kryptonite Man was one of those characters who just had to exist sooner or later, but there’s really nothing about him that Metallo doesn’t make redundant.

To my knowledge Blackrock has never particularly worked, but I like the idea of him as a reality show hero who gets in Superman’s way sometimes. It doesn’t even need to be that specifically if those trappings are passe at this point; so long as he’s another vigilante opposed to Superman, you can probably pull something out of Blackrock.

Mindlessones convinced me that Nick O’Teen has a place in the background of Superman’s world.

Paragon is a comically awful human being with the powers to back up his inane egotism and cruelty in a way that actually quite worked for me under Kurt Busiek; I think he hits on the same “oh god dammit, this guy” response from Superman that Mxyzptlk elicits, but of a different enough flavor to make him worth keeping around as a separate figure.

And finally, while Tempus would probably lose a lot of his charm if up against a more straight-laced version of Superman, in the context of how silly Lois and Clark got he was my favorite part of that show, and I think he’d work fantastically in any other tongue-in-cheek Silver Age revival treatment of Superman’s world as a way to poke fun at the foundations, hilariously enough so it doesn’t grate but so over-the-top villainously we know we’re not supposed to agree with him.

#Superman #Livewire #Atomic Skull #Kingdom Come #Terra Man #Magog #Subjekt 17 #Kryptonite Man #Blackrock #Nick O'Teen #Paragon #Tempus #Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman #fanfic #Opinion

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the-stoned-ranger · 7 years

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BLAME CANADA!

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: Gen

Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)

Relationship: Otabek Altin & Jean-Jacques Leroy

Characters: Jean-Jacques Leroy,Otabek Altin,Aliens - Character

Additional Tags: JJ Style Week, Alternate Universe - South Park, when will i stop mashing up gay ice skating and american sitcoms, i guess never, Aliens, Abduction, Anal Probes, Crack Treated Seriously, the author has a crack problem

Summary: As a child, Jean-Jacques Leroy of Montreal had a curious resemblance to Eric Cartman of South Park. And just like young Eric Cartman, one night Jean-Jaques Leroy encounters some visitors from outer space....My entry for days 3 (childhood) and 4 (crossover) of JJ Style Week! AKA: The author has a crack(fic) problem. Don't blame me... Blame Canada!

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JJ yawned and stretched, running through his warm-up exercises while he waited for his on-ice practice session to begin. He leaned down to touch his toes, flinching slightly when a pain flared from his butt to his lower back.

“Hey JJ, looks like you didn’t get much sleep last night!” his rinkmate Marceline teased. She was a fifteen-year-old ice dancer, two years older than JJ, who was training under his parents here at the Patinoire Royale.

Her partner, a short and stout half-Native kid named Sebastian, agreed. “You look terrible, JJ.”

JJ yawned once more, and ran a hand through his hair. “I barely slept last night,” he admitted.

Sebastian smirked. “Oh, did you stay up late talking to Isabella again?”

JJ blushed and shook his head. The other skaters teased him relentlessly for his crush on one of the novice skaters, a girl named Isabella Yang. JJ had such a desperate crush on her that he gagged every time he tried to talk to her. “No. Actually, I was having these bogus nightmares all night long...”

“Really?” Marceline asked, eyebrows raised curiously. “What about?”

“Well...” JJ paused, then took a deep breath, “I was lying in my bed when I dreamed that I saw this bright blue light in the window. The next thing I remember, I was lying on a table, and these scary aliens wanted to operate on me. They had big heads, and big black eyes--”

He was interrupted by Otabek Altin, the weird, silent kid from Kazakhstan who had recently begun training with JJ’s parents. “Visitors,” he breathed, his normally blank face lighting up with something like interest.

All three of the other skaters stared at him, surprised. Otabek had been training with them for a month now, and still barely spoke unless spoken to.

“Wait, what?” JJ asked.

Otabek looked him straight in the eye, his own black gaze searing with intensity. “That wasn’t a dream, JJ. Those were visitors.”

“That was just a dream. My mom said so! “ JJ exclaimed, his voice breaking. Damn puberty.

“Visitors are real,” Otabek insisted.

“Hmm, I’ve heard of visitors before,” Sebastian said. “They abduct people and they mutilate moose.”

“Yeah, didn’t they find a bunch of inside-out moose in Parc Jean-Drapeau last week?” Marceline inquired.

“Whatever, guys. It was just a bad dream,” JJ said, ignoring the weird, unsettling feeling in his stomach that said otherwise.

Otabek cocked his head, looking at JJ intensely. “Didn’t you hear about the UFO sighting last night in Mont Royale?”

"Ooh, JJ, doesn't your family live on Avenue Beaubien? In Mont Royal?" Marcelina asked. Her voice was high-pitched and mocking, as though she knew the answer to that question already.

“No, of course I didn't see anything! Because it didn’t happen!” JJ huffed. What was the new kid’s problem anyway? The Kazakh skater was so damned weird --he never talked to anyone. He’d said more in the last five minutes than he’d said all month, talking about aliens , no less...

“What’s the matter, JJ? Did they give you an anal probe?” Sebastian teased.

“Shut up , hoser,” JJ sneered.

“They do that, you know,” Otabek said gravely. “That’s how the aliens control the minds of their abductees.” He was still staring at JJ as he spoke.

But before JJ could open his mouth to respond, he farted loudly.

“That’s it! You definitely got the probe last night!” Marceline shouted, and she and Sebastian erupted in laughter while JJ flushed with embarrassment.

Only Otabek wasn’t laughing. He was still staring at JJ as if JJ was the answer to a question that Otabek had been asking for a long, long time.

JJ cursed. Nothing had gone right today--he’d woken up absolutely exhausted and things had only gotten worse from there. Not only had he had bad gas all day, for which his rinkmates and classmates had teased him mercilessly, he’d also been forced to stay late at school for tutoring in algebra. Which was totally stupid in his opinion--he was going to grow up to be a figure skater, and figure skaters didn’t need complex math except to add up their program components. As far as JJ was concerned, y=mx+b was totally irrelevant to his life.

And now this: Rue Rachel was closed, blocked off with yellow police barriers and flares. He couldn’t cross the street, and would have to walk an extra kilometer before he reached home. JJ stopped and sighed, fishing around in his bag for his cell phone so he could let his mom know that he’d be home even later than expected.

As he tapped out the text, he overheard two police officers talking to an elderly woman. “That’s the third inside-out moose this week,” she said, concerned.

“Don’t worry, it’s perfectly normal,” the first officer, who was short and portly, answered. He was almost half as tall and twice as wide as his partner, who was tall and thin. The contrast between their appearances was almost comedic.

JJ paused, curious.

“This is nothing out of the ordinary. Moose turn themselves inside out all the time,” the tall, thin officer added.

The elderly woman did not look convinced. “People have been reporting a lot of UFO sightings around here. And lots of black CSIS planes flying overhead.”

Just then, the sky filled with a whirring sound. When JJ looked up, he saw a flock of black helicopters in disappearing into the clouds.

“What was that?” the old woman asked.

“Just a flock of geese,” the first cop said, even though it was almost winter and the geese had long since flown south for the winter.

“Certainly not black CSIS planes,” the second officer agreed.

JJ put his phone in his pocket, detouring around the roadblock. His intestines hurt, and he waited until he was safely around the corner to fart once more. Passing gas helped to relieve the awful pressure in his abdomen, but only for a moment before it returned.

The next day, JJ’s gas was even worse. He kept farting loudly enough that his rinkmates made embarrassing sounds every time he skated by.

“It’s OK, son,” his father said calmly. “You can go home early if you don’t feel well.”

JJ shook his head. “I’m fine , Dad,” he said, just as he let another one rip.

His father grimaced but didn’t say anything more.

Forty minutes later, practice finally ended. JJ was walking to the bus stop across the street from the rink, having changed into his school uniform and waiting for the bus to take him to St. Theresa’s, where he attended the sixth grade.

Otabek was waiting for him in the bus shelter. “Did the visitors come back for you last night?” he asked JJ anxiously.

JJ rolled his eyes. Why was the Kazakh kid so weird? All he ever wanted to talk about was aliens. “Otabek, you weirdo, I know I didn’t get abducted, I know I don’t have an anal probe, and I know I’m not under alien control!” he insisted.

Otabek looked skeptical. “If you don’t have an anal probe, why are you having so much trouble skating?”

“Everyone has off days,” JJ answered.

“And if you’re not under alien control, then why did you admit that you’re not the best skater at the rink?”

JJ looked at him blankly. “Wait, when did I do that?”

“Like five minutes ago,” Otabek said. He took a step toward JJ and began yelling in his ear. “Hey! You alien cowards! Give me back my stuffed tiger!”

“Why did you do that?” JJ winced, rubbing his ear.

“Shit. Um, sorry?” Otabek apologized.

“And what’s so great about a stuffed tiger anyways?” JJ grumbled.

Otabek glared. “It reminds me of someone special.”

JJ farted again.

“Are you sure you should be going to school with a probe in your butt?” Otabek asked.

“Why do you keep insisting that I have a probe in my butt?” JJ huffed.

Suddenly, a shadow blocked out the sun. JJ and Otabek looked toward the sky to see an alien spaceship.

“I want my tiger back!” Otabek yelled, tossing a rock up at the ship.

In retaliation, the aliens shot a laser at the bus stop. Otabek and JJ barely had time to duck for cover before the glass shattered.

“What the hell just happened?” JJ asked his rinkmate, wide-eyed.

“I think,” Otabek said slowly, “that the aliens are communicating with us through the probe you have in your butt.”

The two boys looked at each other, wide-eyed and wild. The JJ let out a particularly vicious fart, and Otabek cracked up. JJ was relieved when the bus finally showed up. At least on a crowded bus, no one would know for sure who was farting.

Finally, JJ dragged himself home. At least today, Rue Rachel wasn’t blocked off, and he could walk directly home. Still, he was relieved when he opened the front door, and immediately made a beeline for his room. He wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone.

Of course, his mother noticed that he’d arrived. Even with five children under ten, nothing got past her.

“JJ, darling! Are you hungry? I made poutine!” she trilled from the kitchen.

JJ’s stomach lurched. He loved poutine, but his butt hurt and he’d been farting for two days, ever since he’d had the nightmare about the visitors. “That’s OK, Mom. I’m not hungry.”

“Are you sure? Growing athletes need their food,” she warned, looking up from the table where she was helping the younger kids with their homework.

JJ nodded. “My stomach kind of hurts.” He let out another fart, grimacing for effect.

“Well, if you feel better, it’s in the fridge,” his mom hummed.

He took two steps toward the stairs, then turned back to call over his shoulder. “Mom, if anyone calls or comes by the house looking for me, I’m not here.”

“OK, sweetheart,” his mom said distractedly, returning her attention to his younger sister’s math homework.

However, only twenty minutes later, a knock sounded on JJ’s door. “Jean-Jacques, your friend Otabek is here,” his mother’s voice trilled from the hallway.

JJ sat up with a groan. He’d been trying to catch up on sleep, but his constant gas made it impossible. The door cracked open, and Otabek stepped into the room with a wrinkle of his nose.

“Sorry, Otabek,” JJ said. “I can’t play today. My mom says so.”

“Oh JJ, it’s just a little gas, you’re fine. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about! Of course you can go out and play.”

JJ narrowed his eyes at his mother. “But mom, I don’t want to play!”

His mom let out a long-suffering sigh. “Now JJ, remember what we talked about. You can’t expect to make friends if you don’t make an effort.”

JJ glared. “Mom!” he hissed. It was a mistake to trust her with his anxiety about not fitting in the with the other kids in school and at the rink. She never did know how to keep a secret.

His mother glared back, and JJ dragged himself out of bed with an exaggerated sigh. There was no fighting her when she had her mind set on something. "Go on, get dressed. Your friend will be waiting downstairs."

"He's not my friend," JJ muttered under his breath, but he knew better than to fight his mother when she got like this.

As soon as the front door shut behind them, Otabek turned to him and said, “We’re going to call the aliens and get my tiger back.”

JJ snorted. “And how, exactly, are we going to do that?”

Otabek looked at him as if he were stupid. “With the probe in your butt, of course.”

“For the last time, Otabek, I don’t have a probe in my butt!” JJ protested. However, as soon as he’d said the words, another loud fart ripped through the air. JJ grimaced--that one hurt. In fact, the flatulence was getting worse....

Otabek took him to the top of the big hill in Mont Royal Park. It took a long time to get there, mostly because the terrible gas had been accompanied by an awful pain in JJ’s butt that made it hard to walk.

“I still don’t understand what’s so important about a stuffed tiger anyway,” JJ complained as they crept up the hill.

It took a minute for Otabek to answer. “My stuffed bear gets lonely without him.”

Otabek was strangely attached to his stuffed animals for a twelve-year-old boy. JJ would never have admitted to any of his rink or classmates that he still slept with the stuffed rabbit he’d had since he was a baby. But JJ supposed it made sense... after all, Otabek was training far away from his family, who lived on the other side of the world. He probably was upset about losing his stuffed animal, and so JJ decided to humor him.

“Fine,” he said. “We’ll get your stuffed tiger back. But then I have to go home. My butt really hurts.”

Otabek lifted an eyebrow but didn’t say a thing in response.

Finally, they reached the top of the Colline de la Croix. The Mont Royal Cross loomed high overhead.

Otabek gestured to a rope that had been tied to the base of the cross. We’re going to tie this around your waist so the aliens can’t take you with them,” he explained matter-of-factly. His face was completely serious, not a hint of a joke in his expression.

Otabek was one weird kid, indeed. “Whatever,” JJ said, giving in and letting Otabek tie him to the tree.

They sat and waited for several minutes. Nothing happened.

“This is stupid,” JJ said. “I keep telling you that I don’t have a probe in my butt! The aliens aren’t coming, and you’re not getting your stupid tiger back either!”

“Don’t call my tiger stupid!” Otabek’s eyes narrowed in anger, and he was almost spitting as he talked. It was the most emotion that JJ had ever heard out of his rinkmate.

“Well, why aren’t the aliens coming then?” JJ asked.

Otabek frowned. “I guess we have to signal them somehow,” he said, the furrow between his brows deepening in thought.

Just then, JJ farted.

Otabek snapped his fingers. “That’s it, JJ! All you have to do is fart some more.”

“I don’t think I can fart anymore today.”

“Sure you can!” Otabek exclaimed. “You’ve been farting like crazy ever since the visitors abducted you and put a probe in your butt.”

“For the last time, I don’t have an anal probe!” JJ bellowed, releasing another massive fart as he shouted. As he did so, the pressure in his butt intensified, but JJ ignored it, instead choosing to fart several times in succession to try and ease his discomfort.

Otabek was staring at him, slack-jawed.

“JJ, there’s an 80-foot satellite dish sticking out of your ass!” Otabek exclaimed.

“Yeah, right,” JJ said, turning his head back just to prove Otabek wrong.

Exept Otabek hadn’t been wrong. There was a massive satellite sticking out of JJ’s butt.

JJ gasped in surprise. The satellite shot a beam of bright blue light into the sky, and only a minute later, a spaceship similar to the one that had shattered the bus stop into a million tiny little shards of glass appeared above the two children.

“Whoa, the aliens are going to make first contact!” Otabek cursed. He looked almost eager, and JJ shuddered. He had seen far too much emotion on the normally-reserved boy’s face in the last 48 hours, and it disturbed him more than the probe sticking out of his butt did.

Suddenly, four long, tall grey aliens were standing right in front of the two boys. Their black eyes stared down at them blankly as they towered over the two children, but they made no sound.

“That’s it!” Otabek screamed. “You cowards! You took my stuffed tiger! You’re just a bunch of ^&(& who like to (*(&% while they &(*(*$# and eat ^&*(** while you &*()*(%# your uncle all day long!”

The aliens’ faces remained impassively blank. Though they did not respond to the boys, a porthole on the bottom of the spaceship opened up, and a careworn stuffed tiger plummeted to the ground to land and Otabek’s feet. He and JJ stared up at the spaceship, watching the porthole close with a whoosh before he leaned down to dust off the plush tiger, which had certainly seen better days. It was missing one of its green glass eyes, and the ears were beginning to fray, making it resemble an orange striped tomcat who had gotten in one-too-many fights more than a tiger.

But Otabek just gathered the dirty stuffed thing into his arms, and hugged it close like it was something precious.

JJ was going to say something about that, but all of a sudden, he let out the loudest, longest fart of his life. The sound reached out across the park, echoing off of eastern and northern peaks of Mont Royal. Instantly, the pressure in his anus that he’d been experiencing the past two days released. He’d farted so hard, he had ejected the satellite out of his butt, and it drifted into the atmosphere lazily, like a hot air balloon.

A moment later, a herd of moose appeared on the far side of the cross. The visitors immediately turned their attention to the moose, emitting a series of clicks and high-pitched whines that were almost electronic in nature. The moose cocked their heads, as though listening closely.

Indeed, they were listening. The vague electronic noises the aliens were making was really a sophisticated and ancient language, incomprehensible to JJ and Otabek’s tiny human minds.

Greeting, moose. We come in peace, the tallest alien said.

The moose bellowed softly, but they did not interrupt.

We have studied all the creatures great and small on this planet, the alien said, and we have determined that you are the kindest and the wisest.

The moose bellowed in confusion. Why did you turn some of us inside out? they asked the alien.

Oh, the tall alien shrugged, gesturing to a smaller alien with a disproportionately fat head, even for a visitor. That was Ingrid. She’s the intern.

Ingrid apologized.

The moose shook their horns in understanding. It was universal knowledge amongst the moose that interns often made terrible mistakes. It was the risk you took in order to take advantage of loopholes in labor laws, after all.

Inside this ship, the alien said, the wisdom of the universe awaits you. Join us, and you will survive for eons beyond the extinction of this planet.

The porthole opened, emitting another blindingly blue ray of light. The moose looked up, and the visitors vanished.

A mixture of braying and bellowing sounds filled the air. Finally, the moose charged toward the light, and in an instant, they vaporized as well, right before the spaceship disappeared into thin air.

JJ turned to Otabek. “Dude,” he asked, “what the hell just happened?”

Otabek shrugged, face as inscrutable as ever even though it was half-buried in what was left of his stuffed tiger’s orange fur. Though his face was blank, the kid clung to the tiger with an ardent affection. It was weird seeing so much emotion out of the kid. Before tonight, JJ had only ever seen Otabek look either perfectly blank vaguely annoyed. He supposed that now they were friends or something.

The two boys looked at each other, then shook their heads and made the long descent down the mountain. They were almost at the bottom when JJ cleared his throat. “Hey, Otabek?”

“Hmm?” Otabek said. He arranged the cat plushie around his neck like a furry scarf.

“You’re not going to tell the other kids at the rink about the anal probe, are you?” JJ winced. All the kids already thought he was weird. He didn’t want them to know that the aliens had put an 80-foot satellite into his butt.

“As long as you don’t tell them about the tiger,” Otabek said, offering his hand.

JJ shook. The offer was fair enough: as long as JJ didn’t tease Otabek about his tiger, none of the other kids at the rink would find out about the anal probe. It was unspoken that they would never tell another soul about their encounter with the visitors.

Otabek released his hand, and JJ’s stomach rumbled. It was late, JJ was hungry-- and his mother’s poutine was waiting for him in the fridge. All he had to do was heat it up. He turned on his feet, fistbumping Otabek’s arm gently in a manly gesture of affection. “Well, dude. I guess this is goodnight.”

His friend bumped him back with a soft punch to the shoulder. “Night, JJ.” He paused for a moment. “Thanks for helping me get my tiger back.”

“No problem, bro,” JJ said. “Anytime.” Strangely enough, he meant it.

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[AA] The Amazing Fox-Girl Vol 1 Video Blog

“trying to become a tier four superhero at seventeen, and balancing my exams, it hasn't been easy, sleep, I think what I miss most is sleep, so the idea of this blog is to help me balance my life. The girl clears her throat getting comfy in her chair, ”hello my name is Amy Pizza and I'm a tier three superhero in Philadelphia, welcome to my blog” Amy lets out a sigh and turns off her small, pink video camera she has rested on a stack of school books, ”shoot I don't actually have anything to talk about”she said with tartly undertones”,the Knights of Justice always say crime never sleeps, I guess sometimes it does, I guess I should start by talking about my powers” the poorly rested video camera topples knocking a cup of pencils across the table, ”I need a cameraman” Amy barked, A banging at the bedroom door breaks her concentration. ”what is it, mom?” Amy says sharply ”food is ready, you asked for pasta remember” ”yeah I remember, sorry mum” ”its ok just don't let it get cold, like you always do” her mothers feet could be heard going back downstairs, Amy lets out another sigh ”come on I can do this” picking up the video camera with determination, Amy smiles confidently before packing her school bag for the next day.

”hello blog people, people of Philadelphia and everywhere else, the hunt for a cameraman continues two days later from our last update, I'm still a tier three hero, and I'm in school right now, so that's cool”, you know you're really bad at that” said a boy walking alongside Amy, shut up Ben you don't know anything about blogs, Amy thought to herself while shaking her head, ”I’m documenting my journey from tier three to four ok, this helps, me relax and stuff” Ben looked down at his phone while scratching his head, ”you know you could use that thing to record yourself fighting crime, that could get your tier up” Amy lowered her camera and looked at Ben, a sad smile painting her face ”you know I've already tried that but, all I can find are common thugs and petty crimes so I just delete them after, because this is stuff a tier two hero could do Ben I need to be fighting supervillains or something”, Amy stated, Ben looked up from his phone scratching his head again, Amy looked back at him with a slightly troubled expression, ”hey why don't I be your cameraman” ”what you really mean that?” Amy blurted ”yeah we could go out find a villain worth your time and record the fight, the superhero governing bodies will have to make you a tier four hero after that,” effused Ben with great enthusiasm, Amy chuckled ”the governing bodies?” ”well, I don't know how it all works but yeah” Amy looked down pondering Bens idea, her face still slightly troubled ”you know you could die right Amy said with maturity, ”well so could you,” he snapped back ”yeah but I can dodge bullets,” Amy chuckled.

Getting comfy on the bed Ben starts recording with Amy's camera, ”you know id rather do this at my house why do we have to do this in your room, Ben?” Ben shuts the camera while sighing, ”because I want to, I don't fancy you or anything, and you just wasted a take by the way” Amy crossed her arms ”I don't care” Amy sassed ”ok let's try and be a little more likable this time ok” Been said quietly, Amy uncrossing her arms to lean forward in her chair ”dang where has this sass come from Ben” they both laughed, ”you know I appreciate your help right” proclaimed Amy while brushing her hair ready for the next take, Ben smiled ”I know, ok let's get this done” Ben pressed the record button an excited expression covering his face, ”ok Fox what are your powers exactly” ”well cameraman I'm glad you asked, after being abducted by aliens” Ben lowered the camera ”wait wait wait your going straight into the alien thing” ”well yeah they need to know how I got my powers, Ben” Amy said patronizingly, Ben scratched his head letting out a sigh, ”ok tell the story” Amy smiled ”ok after being abducted by aliens one night while I was sleeping, I woke up back in my bed with a tail” Bens face cringed slightly, ” yeah, I know a tail it was obvious that the aliens perform some kind of sick tests on me, I was horrified, or at least I would have been if I remembered anything, anyway my foxtail is really cool I can use it for balance, I can pretty much tightrope anything and gymnastics comes naturally to me now, I'm a lot faster now too” Ben interrupted her briskly ”how fast are you?” ”well, I can outrun a slow-moving car, hey don't interrupt me” Ben shut the camera, ”you know I think we should show not tell, let's get a video of you beating up thugs to show people how fast you are” the suggestion plastered Amys face with a grin wide enough to resemble a smile.

”oh my god, I look so cool in this mask” ”shut up Ben somebody will hear you, just focus on recording” ”where have you taken me anyway” quizzed Ben ”we look shady right now” he added ”I’m a superhero I know all the best places to catch people doing shady stuff, this place is ripe with purse snatchers”, Amy stated, the two characters hidden behind a large shrubbery waiting for a crime to intercept ”remember Amy this is too show off your speed and agility”, Amy nodded ”Amy look!!” out of the darkness a gang in dark red sports jackets emerged, ”a gang” Amy said silently, after coming into full view by the shine of a street light it was clear to see the gangs heavily modified baseball bats, ”hey Beaters what you doing in our turf” a voice shouted from the darkness, suddenly a group of men sprung from the darkness Amy shrunk down ”a gang war” Amy exclaimed Ben shivered the video camera now covered in sweat, ”Beaters don't belong on this side of town get lost before we cut you” the rival gang leader growled with a gravel in his throat, The Beaters gang stepped closer their metallic bats being swung left to right, ”I can stop this” Amy said quietly her fists clenched, faster than Ben could react Amy jumped from the shrubbery a gang member turned to her, ”a girl wait she's a super?” ”Its Fox-Girl actually,” she asserted loudly with a commanding voice, the gang member hit the floor shortly after, receiving a kick to the stomach jumping backwards to distance herself, Fox examined the two gangs stood in front of her but before she could plan an attack, two Beaters ran towards her swinging their bats, dodging both men's strikes, Fox took the opportunity to punch the first Beater in the chest sending him flying backward the other Beater slightly taken aback swung his bat at Foxes head, dodging it without looking, Fox jump several feet into the air to deliver a snapping kick to the Beaters face, Fox falling onto her back afterwards.

The rival gang members pulling out small knives lunching at Fox her animal instinct helping her dance out the way to avoiding any harm, she delivers several fast sweeping axe kicks knocking the rival gang unconscious ”oh my god Amy” Ben says his voice shook still hiding through the ordeal, the remaining Beaters outnumbering Fox twelve to one mount an attack together catching Fox in a circle, jumping over the shortest member to escape delving a punch mid-air Fox turns to roundhouse kick two men standing side by side taking both out simultaneously, after seeing this the remaining men turn to make their escape, apart from one, standing alone the Beaters gang member stares Amy down ”Fox-Girl huh?” he says with a thick New York City accent ”I wonder if your bulletproof” suddenly the man reveals a Glock pistol and fires it at Fox, with a combination of skill and instinct Amy summersaults around the bullets, each one missing her, the barrage bullets stops ”no I'm not bulletproof I'm just smart enough not to get shot” proud of her witty comeback Amy jumps to close the gap between her and the shooter, delivering a fast jumping scissor kick to the mans neck, he falls to the floor Amy ecstatic but also glad the fighting has finished runs over to Ben still filming with Amy's pink camera, ”I don't know what to say you really can dodge bullets” ”they aren't really as fast to me I guess its the fox in me” Amy laughs to herself, Ben looks at her his face covered with sweat and leaves, ”Amy we are gonna make you a tier four hero, and this oh this was just step one”

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