#this monster took like 4 days y'all...... the idea was too good to let sit in my head.....

[justmeinadaze]

Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites (Steddie X You)

A/N: This is that idea I told y'all about when my PTSD was really bad last week. I actually liked writing some of this out <3. It did help a bit. I wish I had them and a Red to help me through those rough days.

I did set this after the events of Season 4 so slight spoilers involving Max mostly. Im kind of excited to explore a bit more of Steve's PTSD involving the show. I did it a bit here. I also chose to utilize my own trauma as the readers trauma. I'll delve a bit more in the warnings.

Anyone struggling with their mental health, you are not alone <3. You're feelings are valid and we just have to take things one day at a time. I love you :)

Warnings: Steddie X Fem Reader, No smut yet, Fluff with the reader trying to make them feel better and vice versa. Angst, trauma involving the show is mentioned especially with Steve's feelings of what happened to Max, mentions of Eddie being blamed and the town treating him like trash, he does talk about his abuse as a child very briefly as does the reader. No details are mentioned just that it happened. Reader has a panic attack that the boys help her through.

I do expand on symptoms of PTSD and how the reader feels. Symptoms of mental health can be different for everyone so I focused more on what I experience with my own PTSD. As I progress in the chapters and she becomes more open with them I will most likely talk about things that happened to me. I didn't want to generalize what she was going through mostly because its hard. PTSD and trauma are complicated in it of its self so...

Word Count: 5314

You had been coming to this group for years because of your mental health. Your doctor suggested it stating that it might help you to hear from other people going through the same thing you were. Truth be told it never worked. The other people in this post traumatic stress support group were mostly military vets or officers who had just moved to Hawkins to “get away from the chaos.” You imagined it was a quite a shock for them when the earthquake hit…

While a lot of their symptoms and aftermath stories were similar to yours, you struggled to connect. If anything, you felt more alone. So why did you keep coming back?

Routine, maybe. Or the need to have any kind of human contact since you spend the bulk of your time by yourself at home. Hell, you even worked from home so the only living thing you interacted with on a daily basis was your service dog, Ren. You rarely ever spoke in group, choosing to sit there and listen to the other people speak. 

Since the earthquake, however, more people had joined to your dismay. Most of the citizens that came in took up most of the time talking about the event and how scared they were about what happened. You tried not to let the disgust show on your face when they spoke, understanding that everyone experiences things differently but they didn’t really know. 

They didn’t know what it was like to spend years replaying an event in your head even when you’re asleep. To have those moments where something that would be random to someone else meant something significant to you triggering a panic attack that knocked you on your ass for the rest of the day. They didn’t know what it was like to be so scared to even go to the fucking grocery store to get essentials without the fear that everyone is talking about you and judging you because you’ve been standing in front of the canned goods for a little bit too long wondering if you buy this will you actually eat it or will it just sit there for months at a time because some days you don’t feel like eating. 

Your PTSD consumed a lot of your life for most of your life whereas these people were just now stepping into it and were most likely going to step right back out. After a few months, you were correct. All those citizens gradually stopped coming in till it was just the regular survivors once again. 

After grabbing some coffee, you and Ren sat in your usual spot, waiting for the meeting to start. The dog grabbed your attention when he whined and without warning placed his head on the stranger beside you. 

“Oh. Hey, buddy.”, he coos as his big hand reaches down to pet his head. 

“I’m sorry. He probably senses your anxiety.”

“Well shit. He’s not wrong. I’m not really good at any of this.”, he gestures around the room. “But some of my friends insisted we come so…”

“We?”

“Yeah, um…” The boy’s eyes glance up towards someone headed for the seat next to him and it takes you a moment to realize everyone else’s eyes on him as well. 

You recognized his face immediately, Edward Munson. The metalhead had been accused of being a satanic worshipper who murdered a bunch of teens a few months ago. He had been cleared of those charges thanks to the help of the old police chief, some detective journalism by Nancy Wheeler, and his friend… “Steve Harrington?”

“That’s me. Do I know you? My memory isn’t what it used to be.”

“She had school with us and graduated along with you, Harrington.”, Eddie sighed as he folded his arms.

“Oh. I’m sorry. What was your name?”

“You look different.”, you blurted before turning away from him and closing your eyes. “I’m…I’m sorry. Sometimes…my mouth moves before…before my brain catches up.”

Ren senses your heightened anxiety and places himself between your legs so you can pet his head, down his back. 

“Alright everyone, let’s get started.”, the overly cheery coordinator grins as he sits down and crosses his legs. While glancing at his clipboard, he addresses the circle. “Does anyone have anything they’d like to share before we get going?”

“Why is he here?”, someone sneers as they point towards the metalhead. 

“He should be in a cell not in group therapy.”, says another.

“Hey now. Mr. Munson is entitled to care just like everyone else and I expect you guys to treat him with the same respect we do everyone else. If that’s going to be a problem, I completely understand, feel free to leave and meet us at our other scheduled time on Thursday.”

Half the people in the room stood up and walked out, the last person slamming the door of the room for emphasis. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Steve pat his back comfortingly as Eddie lets out a deep, heartbroken sigh.

“Would either of you like to introduce yourself to the rest of the group?” 

The metalhead continued to glare forward as Steve spoke up. “As some of you may know, I’m Steve Harrington and this is my friend Eddie. Our other friend Robin suggested we try this since we, uh, we’ve been having some trouble lately.”

“Good, very good. Nice to meet you both. This is a safe space so please feel free to be open here.”

“Thank you.”

“Let’s, uh, let’s continue down the line here. Y/N? Do you feel like talking? I see Ren is on duty today. Something you’re anxious about?”

“Everything.” The man chuckles as people around the room nod in agreement. “I’m ok today, thanks.” 

The remainder of the meeting goes by smoothly without any incident and as it ends everyone rises to leave except the two people next to you. They expect you to leave as well but when you stand, instead of heading for the door you place yourself next to Eddie. He doesn’t move or make any gestures to acknowledge your presence and you’re ok with that. You aren’t really one for small talk or anything like that but something about his demeanor gave you a gut feeling that you decided to expand on. 

Your therapist was always preaching about learning to trust your gut and positive self-talk making your eyes roll every time. 

“Um, this is Ren. He’s a service lab for me because I, uh, I get shaky and anxious really easily. He can sense when I’m nervous or about to have an attack so he helps ground me. I can just pet him or he’ll let me hold him. At home, he’s trained to bring me my medication.”

Steve watches you speak, seemingly trying to get a read on you while Eddie continues to stare straight ahead. You can tell he’s listening though because his head tilted ever so slightly towards you as you began explaining things. Personally, he was so ecstatic to hear a stranger talk calmly with him but he couldn’t display that for fear of ruining the moment or worse, it being a lie.

“Do…do you want to pet him?” 

His head finally whips around to look at you as his eyes scan yours. Swallowing nervously, he sat up straighter, rolling his eyes in faux frustration as his palm reached out to pet the dog’s head. 

“Why Ren? How did you come up with that?”, Steve asked.

“The morning before I got him, I saw Footloose at the cinema. I like Kevin Bacon’s character and his name was Ren. Do you want to see something cute?” Without waiting for an answer, you stood in front of them and motioned for the lab to stand in front of you. Holding out your hands, you sang the Footloose theme song and he jumped up to place his paws in your hands to dance with you.

Both men smiled and you knew you’d never be able to explain why but it comforted you. 

“I, um, I know this town can be full of assholes but I hope you do come back next week. Craig, the coordinator, will take care of you. He’s a little quirky but he’s nice.”

Again, you don’t wait for an answer as you gather your things and Ren before heading out the door. 

****

When Steve got home that night, he immediately went on the hunt for his yearbook. 

“What are you doing, man?”, Eddie whined as he threw himself on the bed. 

“Looking for my yearbook. I’m surprised I don’t remember her. The guy said Y/N, do you remember her last name?”

Of course, he did. When you were in school together, he had a few classes with you especially English. Junior year you wrote a story that the teacher made you read in front of the class about a girl who was hiding in a forest behind a tree as she watched two monsters argue about how they were going to eat her when they found her. The other kids thought you were weird but he identified with it; picturing his parents fighting as you read.

Eddie never found the courage to speak to you but he was always your hidden knight, watching over you. One of the party boys had talked about how they fucked you and how much of a freak you were so he slashed the kids tires and spray painted “Asshole” in big, bold letters on his car. You probably didn’t remember but on valentine’s day he had slipped a note in your locker that was a drawing of you battling your monsters you had written about. 

“No. Come on, Harrington. It doesn’t matter. It’s not like we’re going back anyway.”

Steve paused his search as he sat down and crossed his legs. “Why wouldn’t we go back?”

“I don’t know if you noticed but people weren’t exactly excited I was there.”

“Fuck those people. At least one person was excited. Two if you count the dog.”

“Yeah sure. Let ruin that by bringing her into our shit. Plus, it’s not like we can tell anyone or talk about what really happened.”

Steve sighed as he got up to sit beside him. “Ed, first off, there isn’t shit to bring her into. Vecna’s dead; we killed him. Secondly, we don’t have to talk about what happened…just what happens after.”

“Really? You want to play that game, Steven? He may be dead but we still got shit. Max is still in a coma, Dustin is still struggling, the town is quite literally cut in half, and ALL of us still have fucking nightmares with all that other fun post traumatic shit. Things are still so out of whack we haven’t even told our friends about us yet.”

“They have enough on their plates.”

“Exactly. So, I reiterate, why do you want to bring this girl into our chaos?”

The man sighs again as he hangs his head making Eddie feel a little guilty as he leans his head on his shoulder while reaching for his hand.

“I don’t know. There’s just something about her that makes me feel comfortable and safe.”

###########

“You came back.”

“Yeah, it took some convincing but…”, Steve grinned. “Hey Ren. May I?”, he asked before petting the lab when you nodded. 

“How are you feeling today, Eddie?”

The metalhead softly smiles at you as he tilts his head in your direction. When the meeting begins you can already feel that the energy is different. One of the regulars is extremely agitated today as his leg bounces and he folds his arms. As soon as Craig reaches him, he shouts his problem as he struggles to control the volume of his voice. Your eyes close as you try to stay present and remind yourself that your safe.

No, no, no. Please. I can’t have a panic attack here in front of all these people. Everyone will look at me. They’ll think I’m weak. No, no, no.

“Y/N?”, the coordinator calls your name and you fold into yourself. “Y/N, you’re ok. You’re safe.”

Ren places his front paws on your knees as he rests his head on your shoulder. You couldn’t do this, pushing him back as you stumbled out the door into the hallway before sinking to the floor.

Your service dog continued to do what it was trained to do as he ran after you and laid beside you in your arms. The sound of your bag and a bottle of water being placed beside you startled you but you couldn’t move to acknowledge it.

You felt your head being lifted and placed on something relatively soft as you continued to try and calm down. It took a few moments but once you felt like you could breathe you opened your teary eyes to see Eddie looking towards the window.

“Hey, hey, take your time.”, Steve soothed in a soft tone when you tried to sit up. “I grabbed your bag and some water. Do you need your meds or anything?”

“C-C-Can you help me?”, you asked as you reached your arms back to try and push yourself to a sitting position. He leaned over to help you adjust as you laid against the wall with your head on the metalhead’s shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.”

“I didn’t want you laying your head on the hard floor. I hope that was ok.”, Eddie tenderly grinned. 

You nodded, watching heavily as Ren dug his snout in your purse before producing your medicine and placing it on your lap. 

“Good boy. Steve, in there is his treats. Can you give him one?”

He smiled as he did what you asked and your dog wagged his tail happily. 

“Do you need help?”, Eddie whispered.

“I don’t want to be any trouble.”

Without saying a word, he grabbed the meds from you lap and opened the bottle, shaking one into his hand and popping it closed. He placed the pill near your mouth and your eyes met his as you slowly opened, allowing him to place it on your tongue before holding the edge of the water to your lips and tipping it back. 

“You’re not any trouble. I…we…appreciate you being as kind as you have been to us.”

As he extended his arm to place everything back in its proper place, his jacket sleeve slid up and you noticed some slight scaring around his wrist. When he felt your eyes on him, he followed your glance, quickly covering it up as he leaned back. 

“Thank you for coming out here. You didn’t have to. I struggle with aggressiveness like what Jeremy did in there.”

“Is that not normal for him?”

“Usually, no but I imagine this earthquake and the aftermath hasn’t helped him with his flashbacks.”

“How has it been for you?”, Steve asked.

“Um, not to chaotic. I had a harder time a few months prior when this town was going crazy and playing police officers like they were the law or something. Oh shit. Eddie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even—”

“No worries, sweetheart. I’m used to it now; the stares, gossip, and questions.”

“Should you be?”

His eyes met yours again before quickly looking away as the door to the group area opened and people filed out. The man who had been yelling came over to where you were sitting and apologized in a much more gentle tone then he had previously. After accepting it and smiling towards him, you slowly wobbled to your feet with Steve helping to guide you.

“Are you ok to drive? We can take you home if you’d like.”

“No, I’m alright. I just need to eat something and get a little energy back.”

“Would you like to have dinner with us?”, Eddie offered carefully.

“Sure.”

***

As the three of you entered the restaurant, your eyes darted around as your brain did its regular anxiety check. You made sure to clock where all the exits were and how to get to them, scanned the current patrons to make sure no one was someone who would hurt you, and marked which seat you would prefer to be in just in case you needed to run. 

When you glanced towards Steve, you blinked back surprise when you realized he was doing the same thing. 

“I have to leave, Harrington, but get it to go and we can eat in my van. If that’s ok with you.”

You nodded, panicking slightly as he walked back out the door, unsure of what he was hiding from. To avoid another episode, you did the same leaving the other man to order. When you made it outside you found Eddie in the driver’s seat smoking a cigarette, his eyes darting to you when you climbed into the passenger’s side. 

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I saw Jason’s parent’s eating at a table so…”

“I never thought you killed those kids.” As soon as the words blurted out, your eyes squeezed shut. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

Finger reached out to touch your arm causing your eyes to open again, meeting his kind chocolate-colored ones. 

“You don’t have to keep apologizing.”

When you apologize again, both of you let out a breathy, genuine laugh. 

“When I saw on the news what happened to Chrissy, I knew you couldn’t have done it. Yeah, you were always loud in school but you were also really sweet… at least from what I remember.”

You two jumped when Steve opened the back of the van and threw himself in. “Eddie, go.”

Without any hesitation, he started to put the vehicle in gear but he wasn’t fast enough as Jason’s father appeared by his window and aggressively knocked on the glass. 

“Where do you think you’re going, freak?! You’re the reason my son and his girlfriend are dead!”

“Go, Eddie!”, Steve commanded.

The metalhead slammed his foot on the gas and sped off with the man shouting behind him. The rest of the ride was silent until he parked near the hill that surveyed the town. You watched as he continued to grip the wheel like a lifeline as his chest rose and fell. You wanted to help but you didn’t know exactly how. They only thing you could think of was to grab his palm and place it on Ren’s head. The dog was used to limp pets as Eddie’s hand lazily fell down his back but he promptly rested his head on his lap as you praised him. 

Steve leaned over the seat and placed his arms around him as he whispered things in his ear furthest from you. After a few moments his hand began to move against Ren’s fur making the dog’s tail wag as the other boy released him from his hold. 

“Come on. Let’s eat.”

############

It was actually the perfect evening for eating outside. The van doors remained open as the three of you munched on your meals in the back. From this spot Hawkins looked different; less chaotic than it was.

While you guys ate you casually talked about yourself. They told you some general things about themselves and you did the same. Even though you felt safe with them you didn’t want to bombard them too much with the mess that was your life. You felt like they were holding back as well, omitting certain information they were afraid to tell.

“You can work from home, you know?”, you mentioned after Eddie brought up how hard it was to find a job because of who he was. “That’s what I do.”

“I could do that.”

“Wouldn’t that be hard for you, Ed? You’re very talkative and outgoing. Don’t you like thrive off of people or some shit.”

“Thrive off of people… No, Harrington. I’m not a vampire.” They grinned at each other when you giggled. “I mean it wouldn’t be much different. Everyone already thought I was a freak beforehand. Now I’m just a murdering freak.”

Everyone went silent as the metalhead turned away to glare outside. 

“You should stop saying things like that.”, you murmur. 

“It’s how they feel.”, he shrugs.

“Who cares how they feel. What matters is how you feel and the truth. You didn’t do it so stop saying it.” Eddie’s eyes jerked towards you as your tone got more agitated.

“Yeah, well, what would you know?”

“Eddie, stop it.”, Steve warned.

“It’s ok, Steve. I can handle this. I’m mentally ill not weak.”

“No one said you were weak, Y/N.”

“What makes you so confident I didn’t do it, hm? You weren’t there. Maybe I did.”

“Eddie…”

“No, Harrington. I’m curious. What makes her so confident? I have to know because besides my friends and my uncle you are the only person in this town who believes I didn’t do some satanic ritual to murder Chrissy, Fred, Patrick, and Jason. That I didn’t hurt Max to cause that fucking earthquake. Why?”

Steve angerly threw the water bottle he was drinking from hard against the inside of the van making you jump.

“Jesus Christ. Are you fucking kidding me, Ed?! We finally find one person who believes the truth and you have to fucking question it! Who gives a fuck why she believes you! Just embrace it.”

He crawls out of the vehicle and begins to pace as he lets off steam. Ren puts his head on your lap and you pet him as you watch Eddie climb out as well and hug the boy from behind, resting his cheek on his back. 

“I’m sorry if I startled you.”, Steve apologized without looking your way. 

“You didn’t. I…I feel safe with you, both of you. That’s why I believe you. I can’t explain it, Eddie. I wish I could. My therapist says that because of my trauma I had to learn how to read people so I could protect myself and prepare just in case. You two…I just don’t get this vibe that I need to be afraid of you.”

“Like a superpower?”, the metalhead grins softly as he comes to sit back beside you. 

“You could say that.”, you giggle and his heart melts. Abruptly, you lean over and wrap your arms around his shoulders, feeling his body stiffen only for a moment before fully accepting it. “You’re a good person Edward Munson.”

Steve watches you both as he stands in front of you, also taken aback when you turn your love towards him by hugging him to, circling your arms around his lower back.

“You to, Steve Harrington.”

****

The following week you were happy to see they attended group again and seemed so much lighter than they had the other times they had come. As the meeting started, once again you felt that shift in energy. 

“Y/N, I know you don’t talk much here and that’s absolutely fine. I was hoping maybe we could talk about what happened last week.”

“Oh, um, I don’t want to make Jeremy feel bad.”

“I’m ok. I want you to talk about it. It helps me understand…”

You gnaw on your bottom lip at his answer as Craig looks at you with earnest eyes. “I, um, he got aggressive and I panicked.”

“He did get verbally confrontational. Was it the yelling or what he was saying that triggered you?”

“The…yelling doesn’t…doesn’t really bother me or what is said. It…how it was being said.”

“Huh. Interesting. Please, go on.”

“My mom…was always kind of…forceful with her words…”

You don’t see it but both the boy’s protective modes had kicked in beside you especially Steve’s. It takes all his energy not to comfort you in some way. Yesterday, you had hugged him and Eddie but you three had been alone. Right now, you were in room full of people and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. He settled for casually extending his legs a bit so his knee was just barely touching your own. 

“I don’t want to talk anymore if that’s ok.”

“That’s fine, Y/N. How about you Steve? I noticed you and Eddie got up pretty quickly to make sure she was okay. I’m sure she appreciates that. Are you usually the protector of your friend group?”

He smirks slightly. “They would probably say I’m more like the babysitter.”

“That’s funny.”, the coordinator laughs. “I have seen you around town with some of the younger kids like Dustin Henderson and Mike Wheeler. You and Mr. Munson there.”

“How’s Max Mayfield doing?” Both their heads shot up to look towards the member that asked the question. “Is she doing any better? I heard her mom is wreck.”

“Jackie, you know the rules. We don’t gossip in here.”, Craig scolds. 

“I’m not gossiping! Max was dating that Sinclair boy, right? Who hangs out with Michael and Dustin who apparently hang out with them so…I just want to know.”

Ren, who had been laying on the floor by your feet, suddenly sat up and waddled between Steve’s legs before lifting himself up so his head was on the man’s shoulder.

“Hug him.”, you whisper as you reach out to rub the boy’s back.

Slowly, he wraps his arms around him and pets the dog’s head. “Good boy.”

“Let’s, uh, Let’s move on to someone else.”

As the coordinator began talking to another person, Steve got up to leave as you and Eddie followed behind. Unlike you, instead of sitting in the hall, he continued to the parking lot towards his BMW. 

“Steve, wait. Wait a second!”, the metalhead called to him trying to keep up.

“I’m fine. Let’s just go home.”

“If you’re fine then why are we leaving?”

“Because I know they are going to ask about her again and I don’t want to hear it so…”, he aggressively gestures towards the car. 

“Isn’t that the point of this therapy group bullshit? To talk or whatever the fuck you said. This was your idea. You can’t just drag us here and then leave when it gets hard.”

“Ok, well, you know what? You were right, okay? We can’t talk about what happened so—”

“But they aren’t asking what happened. They are asking how she is. They already think they know what happened.”

“Fine! Fine, Eddie! Let’s go back in there and answer her question! ‘Oh yeah, Jackie, Max is fine. Just all of her limbs are broken and she’s in a fucking coma but hey the doctors say she’s not brain dead! Always a silver lining!’”

“Steve…what happened to her wasn’t your fault.”

“Fuck this. I’ll walk home.”

The metalhead ran in front of him, trying to block him with his body. “What happened to her, me, Dustin, and Lucas wasn’t your fault. You killed him. You, Nancy, and Robin saved us all but you’re not fucking superman, babe. You can’t be everywhere at once and can’t protect everyone.”

Steve’s head hung and they clung to each other as Eddie embraced him. When they disconnected, they were almost startled by your presence, forgetting you were there entirely. 

“Hey, um, before my brain glitches, I drew you something last night.” Eddie digs in his pocket and hands you a folded piece of paper. 

When you open it fully, you softly smile at the image of you in boots and a superhero style outfit with your palm in the air as a zig-zag force field surrounded you. Next to you was Ren with his tongue hanging out and mask over his eyes. At the top was bold 3D lettering that read “LADY EMPATHY” with smaller print underneath; “Senses Emotions and helps heal the innocent with her trustee four-legged side kick Anti-Depressant.”

You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry but you loved it. No one had ever done something nice like this for you except that one time someone slide a drawing into your locker.

Your eyes met his as a light bulb went off in your head. 

“Do you two want to come over to my house? We can hang out and eat some food. I would like to show you something.”

Eddie glanced at Steve who nodded his approval. 

“Ok. Sounds like fun.”

****

“Wow, this place is really nice.”, Steve muses as he looks around. 

“Thank you. I don’t have much but I don’t need too much so…”, you shrug as you watch them move around. 

“You seem to like a lot of movies, huh?” Eddie walks around looking at your posters hanging on the wall. 

“I do especially the fantasy ones. It’s nice to hide from reality in movies like The Never Ending Story or Dragon Slayer. I can’t wait for Labyrinth to come out. You know that new Bowie movie?”

The metalhead chuckles when Steve shrugs. “He doesn’t know who that is, sweetheart. Steve isn’t exactly well versed in most media.”

Your eyes widen as you head towards your sound system and push in a cassette. “Let’s Dance” flows through the speakers and he bobs his head he listens. “Pretty cool.”

Eddie laughs harder when you playfully sigh as his musical ignorance. “Yeah. Welcome to my world. What did you want to show us?”

After disappearing into your room, you come back with a frame in your arms, the image facing your body. 

“When I was in high school, I was pretty good at being invisible but sometimes I wasn’t so lucky. The jocks would pick on me a lot and pretty girls like Tammy Thompson would make my life hell.” Steve sighed praying that he wasn’t one of the people who hurt you. “That was nothing compared to what I was dealing with at home. My parents…they, um, they weren’t nice with each other and sometimes…my mother would take that out on me.”

“I always loved English class because I could write about what I was feeling. One day a teacher had asked me to read something I wrote in front of everyone. I told him no but he insisted and as I stood there, I could hear people snickering. It was awful; I hate talking in front of people. But anyway, a few days later, I found this in my locker.”

You turned the frame around to display the image Eddie had drawn for you as you slowly moved toward him. 

“You have no idea what this did for me. In a world full of people where I felt like no one cared, this showed me someone was listening. Someone out there did care…at least enough to take the time to draw this and give it to me.”

Eddie’s eyes met yours as he spoke. “I related to it, your story about the monsters and the kid hiding. My father used to scream at my mother until it escalated. I would always hide in my room hoping I wasn’t next.” Steve came over to stand next to him and rub his back comfortingly. “Turns out I can’t fight any monsters, can I, Stevie?”

The boy growled under his breath as his hand fell. 

“You were always amazing to me. You seemed so smart and strong; I was so afraid to talk to you. I couldn’t stop thinking about your story so I drew that and slid it into your locker.”

“So…my superpower works? I was right about you. You are a good person.” You smile when he smirks in your direction. “You guys can talk to me…about anything. I won’t judge you or hurt you or anything. I trust you and I hope that you can trust me.”

They glance at each other and you see the hesitation in their look. They a definitely holding something back but you pray that one day they’ll feel comfortable enough to let you in. Little did you know, the massive secrets they could tell.

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[Spinel x Spinel] Forget-Me-Not

Yet another fanfic, and yet another thing with double Spinel, enjoy! (you’re in for a loooooong read....) Word Count: 3,900 Warnings: Angst, Sexual themes

Seeing her was like looking in a mirror - a smaller, cuter, more afraid mirror. Post-Spinel had no idea how she was face to face with her past self in the garden, or whether this was a past self - or an alternate universe entirely - but she didn’t question it. There were other, more important things on her mind. First was telling her about Pink. She thanked the stars she’d gotten there, by some miracle, before the big announcement. “What do you mean she’s not coming back?” Pre asked curiously. Post knelt down to eye level, putting her hands on the other’s shoulders. “She’s... not here anymore. She left.” “I know she did! But she’ll be back! We were in the middle of a game! She has to come back and finish it, right? It only makes sense!” The smaller gem’s hopeful gaze was met with a look of sympathy and a hint of regret. They looked at each other in silence before Post simply uttered a “no, sorry” under her breath. Pre's smile began to fade. “B-but... She has to come back! The game's not over yet!” the little Spinel's voice began to waver. "She doesn't say goodbye until we finish a game..." Post tried her best to console the other, to let her down gently.

“Listen, Spin- um... Other Spin, Pink wasn’t playing a game with you. She left you here, and she-” Before she could finish her sentence, Pre snapped at her, pushing her away but not moving from her spot. “That’s enough! Stop lying to me!!” roared Pre, her eyes now dark pink instead of black. “Pink is coming back, and I’m going to win this-” Suddenly, Post stood up straight, this time bending over to stare swirling daggers at the other. Her voice was cold, quiet, and seemed to cut through the air as she spoke. Her accent was peeking through - she was getting annoyed.

“Listen here, ya little idiot, and listen good. Pink is DEAD. She’s not coming back, EVER. And this little ‘game’ she had you play? You fuckin’ lost the moment she left.” Pre’s eyes were wide with fear. “B-but... But what about... W-what about her colony? What about Earth? I thought we were gonna go together!” “She went to Earth to finish her ‘colony’ with her Pearl, and chickened out halfway through. She had no intention of taking you, and now she’s gone. She replaced you. She tricked you, and she did it with a smile on her face. Does that get any gears workin’? Do you get it now, or are you so gullible that you really think she'd leave you here, like THIS, as a joke!?" Post gestured to the roots that had grown around the smaller gem's feet. Before letting her even utter a single word, she grabbed the stationary gem by the shoulders, gripping hard.

"She ABANDONED you." 

It didn’t take long at all for the heartbreak to be prevalent on Pre’s face. Then came the tears welling up. "She..." It was only then that Post realized what she had said. Sighing, she snaked her head away from her past self, turning to walk away. “She abandoned us both. Sorry you had to find out like this.”

Post continued to walk, but was then caught off guard, grunting as something grabbed a hold of her and kept a tight grip on her hand. She heard sniffling. It almost pained her to look back, but she did. Seeing her past self standing there, covered in roots and dirt, disheveled, and now looking at her desperately, nearly broke her heart. Her expression softened, though her body tensed at the sight.  Please don’t poof. Please, don’t poof, she thought, slowly making her way back over to Pre. She was prepared for it. It had happened to her, after all. She was prepared for the wailing, the screaming, the inevitable poof, the reforming, the anger, the hurt... She winced at the thought. What she wasn’t prepared for was what Pre had asked instead.

“So... you... Are you g-going to leave me, too...?” the little Spinel choked out. She looked absolutely terrified.

That question shook Post to her very core. Without thinking, she dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around Pre, bringing her close. Her eyes began to well up too, saying nothing as she listened to the crying gem. Her eyes flooded over, unblinking until her vision had blurred. Her voice was soft and reassuring as she tightened the hug just a bit. Even her shushes were gentle. “Shh... It's okay... I wasn't gonna- I’m not gonna leave you, okay? I promise. I’m sorry, I just... Ugh, jeez, I’m really sorry...” She coiled her arms around Pre a few times, feeling her shake with sobs. They stayed there for a bit in silence, aside from the sniffles and hiccups from Pre.

After a while, they had pulled Pre-Spinel from her station, brushed her off, and taken a small walk around the garden. It was as Post remembered it - cold, dark, and dead. Even in all the stillness, there was a wind chill. The Spinels sat by the pond, staring at the browned lily pads floating in the dark water. “Ssssso,” Post started, trying to make small talk. “How do you feel? Y-y’know... About the news?” she asked, looking over at Pre. Pre's brow furrowed, not taking her eyes off the pond. “I don’t know... I feel... Empty. Upset. I’ve... lost my best friend and my purpose, except I never really had a best friend. I feel like I’m not supposed to exist anymore, and... I kind of don't want to. Did... Did you feel like that? When she left you?” More silence fell between them, Post unable to tell if the question was genuine or sarcastic. “Yeah..."

Post looked back at the pond. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted something - a small patch of forget-me-nots, which surprisingly had survived after all these millenia. The petals shone bright blue and purple among the dying leaves, and very few flowers were fully intact. While Pre continued to look at the lake, Post sneakily stretched her hand over to the bush of flowers, plucking them in a bunch and reeling her hand back over. Hiding the flowers behind her back, she poked Pre to get her attention.

"Hm?" The smaller gem looked over, noticing immediately that something was up. "What's that behind your back?" Beaming, Post pulled the small bouquet out and held it in front of the other gem. "Ta-daaaa!" she sang, a few petals from the small bunch of flowers falling off. Pre glanced between them and her slightly older counterpart. "Why are you giving me these?" she asked, utterly confused. "I thought maybe they'd cheer you up! Uh, here," Post said, plucking the flowers out of the bunch one by one and sticking them into Pre's hair wherever she could. Admiring her work, she threw the stems behind her back, gesturing to the pond. "Go ahead! Take a gander, why don’tcha?"

Pre turned, bending over to get a better look at herself. Her eyes lit up as soon as she saw her reflection, little blue flowers dotting her head like a crown, with some arranged in attempted heart shapes in her messy heart buns. She was speechless as she reached for the flowers; not wanting to ruin their placement, she gingerly touched one, making sure it was secure in her hair. Post had inched closer to her, looking at Pre’s reflection in the pond as well. “You look cute! Blue really suits you!” The little Spinel continued staring at her reflection, then looked over at Post’s - she looked as though she was simply admiring her work, a slight blush resting on her cheeks. She tore her eyes away from the pond, looking over at Post, a hint of dark pink dusting her cheeks as well. A laugh rose from her throat, starting off as a chuckle and soon escalating to full-on giggling. She squealed, wrapping her arms around the taller Spinel, pulling her closer as she bounced up and down. “I love it!! Thank you so much!” Pre could hardly contain herself, still squeezing her future self tight. She looked up at her, eyes glimmering. Her smile was contagious. Without realizing, Post’s cheeks were flushed, her own smile creeping its way onto her face. She was so glad she was able to make the other laugh, let alone smile, and she looked adorable when she did. She’d found some sense of accomplishment in making Pre smile, but there was something she felt as though she was supposed to do in that moment. She had the subconscious urge to… No. “Heh, um… Glad you like it,” Post said, looking away from the other gem. Her blush was now obvious on her face. She then yelped as she was abruptly pulled up, Pre swinging her and dragging her around in a clumsy waltz, laughing all the while.

Post was in a daze, the laughter from the other gem snapping her out of her thoughts. “C’mon, don’tcha know how to dance?” Pre teased, sticking her tongue out. The taller gem hesitated, shaking her head and sputtering before getting up on her feet. She smirked, holding one of Pre’s hands while the other rested on her waist. If they were gonna dance, Post was gonna lead.

They went slow at first, Post making sure their steps were in time with each other. As soon as Pre got the hang of it, they began to gently sway, now doing a proper waltz. Slowly, they spun together, making their way from the pond to the fountain, Post humming as they danced. She picked up the pace, making sure Pre was following, spinning with her a bit faster. Both of them laughed, Post now scat-singing along with their movements, as they held each other's hands and began doing the twist. The smaller gem started to sing too, effortlessly matching her future self’s steps. Post then got cocky. She wanted a big finish, and she wanted to make it as showy as possible. She let go of one of Pre’s hands, pulling her in close before spinning her outward, as far as she could get her, before pulling her back in and dipping her low to the ground. The look on the smaller gem’s face was priceless. She was staring up at Post, mouth slightly agape, her sparkling eyes fixated on the bright pink ones staring down at her. The taller Spinel raised an eyebrow quizzically, a smug smile plastered on her lips.

“Whatsa matter, never finish a dance before?” she cooed, giving the mesmerized gem a wink. Pre didn’t answer, instead smiling sweetly at the other gem, causing that smug look to disappear almost instantly. Again, Post found herself wanting to do something in that moment, but what? Drop her? She continued to stare at the other gem, an awkward smile replacing the once-confident one she wore. Her smile faded entirely the longer they stayed that way, barely able to catch herself looking toward Pre’s smile - or maybe more so just her lips. When she’d finally registered she was doing so, her face flushed, pulling the other gem back up and removing her hands. She brushed herself off, letting out a sheepish laugh and once again averting her gaze. She’d nearly lost her balance as soon as Pre surprised her with a kiss on the cheek.

If her face could get any darker pink, it would have after that peck on the cheek. She put her hand over it, completely flabbergasted. Was that what she wanted to do? It certainly felt like it… Post looked over at the other gem, who was coyly looking up at her. She was at a loss for words. Here was this past version of herself, looking bashful and batting her eyelashes at her as if she hadn’t just kissed her. What did it mean? What was it supposed to mean? Did Pre catch on before she did? Her thoughts continued to race until she felt the smaller gem’s hand reaching for her own.

“Aren’tcha gonna give me one back, silly?” she asked with a knowing smile. So, she had caught on. Post had to admit, her little act was damn cute. She decided not to fight whatever she was feeling anymore, cupping Pre’s face and planting a smooch on her lips. Pre was definitely surprised, her eyes turning into bright pink hearts the moment their lips met. She was frozen in shock for a few seconds before returning the kiss, nearly melting into it. Her eyes fluttered closed and she held onto her future self for support, already going weak in the knees. Post deepened the kiss, tilting her head and lowering her hands to the smaller gem’s waist. She pulled her closer, again dipping her slightly, enjoying the feeling of those soft lips against her own. It felt abnormal, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. The only thing she cared about right then was the gem going limp in her arms.

The taller Spinel found herself wanting more. She could only guess that Pre did, too. Deciding to test the theory, she licked the other’s bottom lip, earning a gasp. She relished in it. Her tongue snaked its way into the smaller gem’s slightly open mouth, licking everywhere she could, swirling Pre’s tongue with her own. A moan escaped Pre’s throat, and the sound was music to Post’s ears. She growled under her breath, nibbling and sucking on the other’s bottom lip, hoping to coax more sounds out of her. She was rewarded handsomely. She could feel Pre shudder, though to her it seemed as though she was trying to keep quiet. She figured she’d need to fix that. Picking her up, she made her way over to a pillar that looked sturdy, setting the smaller gem back down on her feet. By then, she had broken the kiss, tilting Pre’s chin so she could look up at her.

“Wanna play a little game, cutie? It’s a lot more fun than the one Pink played with ya, I promise,” Post said in a hoarse whisper. The thought of a game made the other a bit wary, but she trusted her future self not to steer her wrong. She nodded, yelping as she was then pinned against the pillar by her shoulders. “I-is this game gonna hurt?” Pre stammered. At first, the only answer she was given was a kiss on the forehead, until she felt Post’s warm breath on her neck. “Don’t worry, darlin’, I’ll take care of ya.” She held Pre against the pillar, gently but firmly so she wouldn’t squirm too much. Peppering kisses all over her face, she slid her hands down to Pre’s hips, resting them there while she moved her lips back down toward her neck. The moans that followed made her shiver. They were soft and sweet, and she wanted to hear more. She needed to hear more.

She kept kissing, beginning to press her kisses harder into Pre’s neck, trailing them up to her jaw, and back down to her shoulder. One of her hands found itself on Pre’s gem, stroking it ever so gently, earning a shaky gasp from her. She stopped for a minute, looking at her playmate. Her playmate. It felt twisted to think of her as such, but maybe that’s what Pre needed. A new playmate, or something more. A friend? A friend with benefits? A lover, maybe? She’d pushed the thought aside, and figured it would be worth asking later. “You mind taking this off for me?” Post asked, poking the other gem in the chest, referring to her top. She responded with a hum, phasing off her shirt, the taller of the two immediately taking advantage of it. Her lips were nearly glued to Pre, kissing every inch of her neck, down to her shoulder, and across her collarbone to the other shoulder. Pre began to pant, trying her best to conceal her noises, but Post was determined to hear her. She rubbed her hands over Pre’s chest, surprised to find that she already had shapeshifted a pair of small breasts.

“Well well well, two steps ahead of me, hmm?” chuckled Post. “What, can ya read my mind or somethin’?” “Pink’s shown me… some things…” Pre mumbled. Her face suggested she didn’t want to talk about it, which the other gem acknowledged. “You fine with going on?” she asked, making sure her counterpart was comfortable. “I promise I won’t hurt ya…” Once she received a nod, she smiled, giving Pre another kiss on the forehead and moving back to her neck. She loved the content sigh resulting from a nicely placed peck, when she’d realized she was a bit overdressed. She kept her face buried, nearly clawing at the other gem’s shorts and giving the simple command “Off.” They both phased off the remainder of what would get in the way, Pre opting to keep her stockings on. “Those look cute on you… Didja keep them on just for me?” While Post didn’t get a verbal answer, Pre’s sly smile said all she needed to know.

Things got heated extremely quickly. Both Spinels were on the floor, entangled in each other’s arms. Pre was still up against the pillar, now a mess of hickeys and bite marks. Her quiet noises were now needy whines, hardly contained. Post’s hands were all over the other’s gem; any time she moved a finger over the facets, Pre would shiver. She had gone back to her lips a few times, and had nearly coated her upper half in love bites. It was as if some sort of primal urge had awoken inside of her - she wanted to own every inch of that soft, supple skin. She wanted, no, needed to make it hers. She was, unbeknownst to herself, hungry for self-gratification, and it came in the form of devouring the little Spinel with kisses, bites, and touches.

Pre already looked spent and tired, but of course, Post wasn’t finished having her fun yet. She snaked behind the woozy gem, gingerly pulling her into her lap. She began to kiss the side of her playmate’s face lovingly, sliding one of her hands down in between her legs. She was unbelievably wet - Post had to stop her hand in order to keep her fingers from slipping in. Pre’s legs were shaking; either she was antsy, or ridiculously sensitive. Her future self wasted no time in finding out whichever it was, an ungloved finger already exploring her. She nearly shrieked, tensing up and reaching for Post’s leg to balance herself. Her shaking had gotten worse. She bit her lower lip, nuzzling her head against Post’s as a sign to continue. Every little movement from the finger inside her sent a shiver up her back. Whatever was being done to her, she couldn’t deny how good it felt. It seemed as though Post knew exactly what she liked, and knew exactly where she wanted to be touched.

“You’re still pretty tight, doll… We should do somethin’ about that,” said Post, a slight rasp in her voice. Another finger was added, making the other gem flinch before going slack against her. She made sure she was gentle, as she promised not to hurt her. Carefully, she began to move her fingers in and out, running her thumb softly over Pre’s clit. She felt her tighten around her fingers, which she took as a nonverbal “give me more.” She kept going, simply listening to the smaller gem’s noises as a guide. It didn’t take long at all to loosen her up; soon enough, she was fucking her with three fingers, then four.

Another thousand years could have passed for them, and they wouldn’t have noticed. In reality, it had only been about half an hour, and Pre was finally coming up to her climax. Post held her close, their bodies flush with each other, as she continued. She extended her fingers and twisted them together inside of Pre, slamming into her sweet spot with reckless abandon. She was going to get her to finish. The smaller gem was stiff, her legs twitching violently every so often from the tension. She shook her head and started to squirm - worse yet, she had started to dissipate.

“Hey, hey, stay with me,” Post whispered, kissing the squirming light and keeping a hand on her face. She figured all her erratic breathing and the building orgasm didn’t mix well together.

“Breathe, honey… Theeeere ya go,” she crooned, watching Pre’s form stabilize as she took in big gulps of breath. After she’d calmed down a bit, Post’s hand continued, just as hard and fast as a moment before, the smaller of the two writhing and whining in response.

“Spineeeeeeelllll~!” Pre bawled, her unsteady voice straining as she arched her back. “That feels so, I-I think, I’m g-AAAH!” Her eyes went wide, the irises turning into pink, beating hearts. Her tongue stuck out, unrolling like a rug. She seemed stuck that way for a few seconds, eyes crossing as she shook once more, a few tears falling down her face. Then she collapsed, a loud, long, shaky sigh escaping her. It seemed so dramatic it could have been a death rattle, for all Post knew. She leaned over, planting another kiss on her playmate’s lips in an attempt to muffle her while she pulled her fingers out. It almost worked.

The Spinels continued to sit there, winding down from their fun. Everything felt soft, warm, and hazy. Pre was in a daze, now being cradled in her older self’s arms. She seemed to be drifting off, but they had a conversation anyway.

“Heh, was it weird, calling out your own name?” Post asked, nudging her. “I guess a little… But, we’re both Spinels… It’s your name too, isn’t it?” Pre replied drowsily, not even opening her eyes. “That was a really fun game, by the way…”

“I can tell you really liked it, doll,” the taller gem snorted, holding her a bit closer. They sat in silence for what felt like an eternity, until Pre piped up again.

“Y’know, you’re a lot like these flowers you put in my hair…” Curious, Post asked what she meant by that. “Well, you’re pretty, for one… What are they called again? Forget-me-nots, right?” Post hummed in affirmation. “Well, I don’t think I’m gonna forget you for a while… You’ll come to visit, right?” “Visit?” Post sputtered. “I’m not leaving you here!” Pre opened her eyes, looking up at her future self curiously. “Where are we gonna go, though?” “Don’t worry, we’ll go somewhere way more comfy than here,” Post said with a smile. She got on her feet, still cradling Pre, both gems deciding it was high time they got redressed. Springing up to the warp pad, Post looked out at the still-desolate garden with her past self. They looked at each other, then back out at the garden one last time.

“Do you think we could make our own garden together?” Pre asked, bouncing a little. “Sounds like a swell idea,” said Post, giving the smaller Spinel a tight squeeze.

Just as they warped away, never to set foot in Pink Diamond’s garden again, a little beacon on a podium began to blink.

#spinelx2 #su movie #spinel #fanfic #spinsy writes #this monster took like 4 days y'all...... the idea was too good to let sit in my head..... #why yes this is self indulgent what's your point? #long read #pre spinel #post spinel #and with that i am going to bed goodnight

[emachinescat]

II've decided to watch MacGyver from the beginning (again), and I'm live tweeting the experience with every tweet tagged with #savemacgyver. I thought it would be fun to share my collected thoughts from the episodes on here as well.

My Thoughts on S1E3, "Awl"

You're not only going to make it to 30, Mac, but you're going to make it to season 6. #savemacgyver

I love that Jack's bucket list includes finishing the Harry Potter books. Guess he's not a one-trick pony after all with sci-fi. A healthy blend of science fiction and fantasy is just what the doctor ordered.

Dylan Thomas reference! That poem was written about the poet's own father, and is about how everyone, no matter who they are or what they stand for, fights against death in the end. He's begging his dad to "rage, rage against the dying of the light," to not give in to death so easily, to keep fighting. Just taught this poem, actually, so I'm vibing with this reference super hard. Though to be fair, I'd be vibing with it anyway. Love Dylan Thomas.

Oh my gosh, this is the one with the fire extinguisher and inflatable escape! I'd forgotten which episode that came from, but I see GIFs of it all over Tumblr. Poor Mac especially, that looks like it hurts. Why is Lucas Till so good at being whumped?!

Jack hugging the fire extinguisher: Iconic.

I'll never get tired of seeing that polar bear! Do we know if he has a name?

I cannot get over how small and excited Bozer is, not a care in the world except for his movie. It's exciting to think about what's to come for his character growth, though I do wish he wouldn't have to go through all the things he does. :(

Jack's conversations with his dad at the grave are just everything. And I feel cheated that we haven't gotten to see Mac have the same kind of conversations at Jack's grave (though I firmly believe it's a regular occurrence off-screen).

Seriously, the way he talks to his dad is so familiar, so comfortable, so natural. It's like Daddy Dalton is right there with him and it fills me with so many emotions that I can't even.

The smile on Jack's face and the pride in his voice when he talks about Mac to his dad is the purest thing ever.

Also, that's a big-ass tombstone Jack is leaning against.

"Hi, Mr. Dalton. How's... life?" MAC! 😂

I can't tell you how much I love it when other characters talk about how smart Mac is. "He's a genius..."

First mention of Mac's dad. It's sweet how invested Jack is in Mac rebuilding his relationship with his old man. Also, I really wish we would have gotten a flashback of Jack's dad at some point. He seems like such an amazing man.

"If I could have one more day to sit and talk to my dad instead of that hunk of rock, I'd do anything." Jaaaaaaack 😭😭😭

Good old Ralph Kastrati. Single-handedly the most annoying character in all of cable television. Y'all have no idea what you're getting into with this one, dream team.

PUNCHFACE.

"My mom dated a guy like that once." Ouch. I'm about to start a Riley Zinger Counter for each episode. Her comebacks are 🔥

It's not just his face, Jack. Everything about this dude is punchable. Especially the way he says "yo."

Ewwww tightie whities no thanks imma head hom now byyye

Mac just snatched that can right out of Jack's hand as he was about to take a drink. Classic.

If I didn't hate Ralph before (spoiler: I did), then I extra hate him for the foie gras comment.

Yes, Jack, "asshat" is the perfect descriptor for this guy.

Is Mac seriously about to just make him some noise-canceling headphones? Who am I kidding? Of course he is.

I need more of Mac punching people in the face. For science.

Poor Jack didn't get to punch the punch face.

🎵 Snipers gonna snipe, snipe, snipe, snipe, snipe 🎵

Between the foie gras and the calfskin, they are really making this guy so easy to hate just sayin'.

"As soon as you're done saving his life, I'm gonna kill him, you hear that, smart-ass? I'm already dressed for the funeral." 🤣🤣🤣🤣

"He's g-good. He just... got kinda shot." Is that the medical terminology, Mac?

Jack using country music as a form of torture 🤣

"You're going to be seeing Yelp stars if you don't shut up!"

Have I mentioned how much I love the music in this show?

"I don't wanna die listening to country music!"

I love how bossy and grabby Mac gets when he improvises.

Another belt grab! I can’t get over Jack trying to keep his crazy partner from falling out of the window – it gives me life!

Actually makes me wonder if he does it because Mac’s taken a tumble out of a car window before. *fanfic brain engaged*

“You know how I feel about your puns.” C’mon, Mac, pus are the greatest forms of humor, bar-pun. (Geddit?)

Mc made a C in biology? I’m not buying it.

Dwwwwwww the sounds of the surgery. No thanks.

Though I will say this is one of the coolest (albeit grossest) things Mac’s ever done on this show.

What the heck is with that elevator door? It took a whole 10 years to close! I wouldn’t trust it. (To be fair, I don’t trust any elevator, but that’s neither here nor there.)

Sir Bleeds-a-Lot lol

Riley stepping in and taking charge once again. No idea how these two functioned before she came along.

Some seriously cool MacGyverisms in this episode. The whole process of “killing” Ralph and bringing him back with office supplies is so OG MacGyver and it gives me all the warm fuzzies.

Ralph: “You’re not a scientist, you’re not a doctor. So how the hell do you know all this stuff?” Mac: “...I read a lot of books?” I love Mac so much.

“Now go die.” Lolololol

The moment with Ralph wanting to call his mom and grow the hell up is surprisingly genuine and heartbreaking. Character development for a character in only one episode, hello, is that you?

“He’s dead, but he’ll get better.” MacGyver, 2016

Riley’s comeback about Jack’s plan to take out six guys if Mac takes out two is another winner. (Riley: 2, Jack: 0) Still, I love the whole, “Sure it does [count as a plan]. First, I’ll take two. Then, I’ll take the other four.” This is why Mac is the plan guy, not Jack.

“Or I can take them all out.” Mac’s confidence = 🔥

I might need to start a Mac sass counter too. Jack: “You seriously want me to put this on my face?” Mac: “Only if you like breathing.”

Jack’s left fist getting jealous 🤣

They really liked choking Mac in the early episodes, didn’t they? Not that I’m complaining. Actually, why did that stop? That strangled, panicked cry of “JACK?!” is music to my fanfic writing, hurt/comfort obsessed, whump-loving soul.

That cough - it actually hurts me to hear it! They should have given us some more repercussions or aftercare for Mac breathing in that gas!

Ralph fell asleep. Of course.

“You know, it’s weird. I’m glad he’s alive… but I still want to kill him. 🤣 I’m with Jack on this one!

Ralph: “A fresh start. I could use one of those right?” Riley: “Or a whole new personality.” ZZZING!!! Riley: 1 million, the world: -10

Oh he did not just call Riley “little hottie.” I’m back to wanting to kill him, character development be darned. So diminutive, dehumanizing, and objectifying. This guy has more than won the douchebag lottery. Riley can more than stick up for herself, but still. The way he speaks to her here makes me feel all kinds of gross.

He just said “ya heard” unironically. Can we let Jack punch him now, please?

Jack offering to let Ralph keep the cash he lifted if he gets to punch him is great, but even better is Mac and Riley offering to chip in money for The Cause.

Oh, yeah, Bozer was in this episode. I’m excited for when he is utilized more!

Bozer’s monster Mac is nightmare fuel!

“A letter? That you put in the mail? It’s 2016.” Hey, as someone who has an actual, old-school type pen pal, step off, Jack.

Mac: “You just gonna watch?” Jack, offended: “Not anymore.” How is it Jack is like Mac’s dad but they also bicker like 5-year-olds? This relationship is so strange, so wonderful, and the heart of the show in so many ways. I love them.

Mac’s words of wisdom about the nature of life are actually super encouraging and exactly what I needed to hear today.

I’d forgotten how much I love this episode – t’s so fun! Although the Codex storyline in season 4 is probably my favorite plot-wise, coming back to these early episodes is like a breath of fresh air! Excellent, excellent episode with so much to offer!

What are your thoughts on "Awl?" I'd love to discuss! :)

#macgyver #jack dalton #riley davis #wilt bozer #macgyver rewatch #my thoughts #episode review #save macgyver #we can still save our show #emcatreviews #spoilers #s1e3 #awl

[hopesbarnes]

Icy Magic (9/10)

Originally posted on my AO3 (as Ice & Magic) this is an edited version of that story Summary: Y/N ends up injured after a mission. She’s forced to spend the next month on medical leave and babysitting Loki. The two have more in common than they think…

A/N: Second to the last chapter! The last chapter will be posted in an hour. Thank you for all the likes, reblogs, and comments♡ Y'all are amazing!

Loki was supposed to go home this weekend. It had been a month since he first came to visit, which meant he was due to go back home. Just when the two of you decide to try for something, it seemed like the world had another idea. 

“I don’t want to go,” the God whined. 

“You have to. It’s been a month.” Both of you knew that if he were to stay, Thor along with everyone else would have to agree unanimously. 

“Let’s tell everyone, see if that buys us more time. I am not ready to end something that hasn’t begun yet.” You looked at him and could see the plea in his eyes. 

“Go get your brother, we need to talk to him anyway.” 

Loki dragged his brother to your room, and the three of you sat around a table. It was quite intimidating to be sat between two Gods, one of which is at least three times your size. 

An uncomfortable silence was in the air, nobody wanted to be the first to talk. Plus, the last time you saw Thor was when you yelled at him after he walked in on you in bed with his brother. Talk about awkward. 

“Since clearly, neither of you will be starting this, I guess I will.” you started since the brothers were acting like children. 

“First, Thor you cannot just walk into my room. This is my room, my space and you can’t barge in,” you scolded the man. 

“My apologies,” he said while not making eye contact. 

“Second, Loki and I have decided to be together. I really like him, and he is not the monster that he once was. It hasn’t been going on long, you walked in on the first time we were together. But I want it to keep going on as long as he’s on board with that,” you said looking at Loki hopefully. 

“Very much so,” he answered. 

“But how do you expect to make this work, we go back home in a few days.” You looked at Loki before turning back to Thor.

“That’s part of the reason we needed to talk. We wanted to ask for you to let him stay longer, as long as everyone else here agrees. But we figured we should ask you first.” Thor seemed to be in thought as he stayed quiet for a few moments. 

“You promise not to hurt her?” 

“I do, brother,” Loki says with a loving look in his eyes.

“Then I don’t see the harm in him staying longer. I have to go back to Asgard, but as long as the rest of the team doesn’t mind then I will leave without you.” You couldn’t help but squeal and jump to hug Thor before hugging Loki.

 ✧･ﾟ❆ *✧･:❆     ❆:･✧* ❆ﾟ･✧                                 ✧･ﾟ❆ *✧･:❆     ❆:･✧* ❆ﾟ･✧

After talking to Thor, he left your room. You and Loki decided dinner was the time to tell the team. He had started coming to nightly dinners with everyone two weeks ago, so it wouldn’t be weird for him to join. Plus food seemed to be a good mediator in case tensions get high. You spent the rest of the day lounging around watching TV wrapped in each other's arms.

Dinner came sooner than you would have liked, and you felt overly anxious. Loki went to his room to get dressed, and you two met up in the hallway that leads to the kitchen. 

“It will be fine Y/N. What’s the worst that happens? They send me away again?” he chuckled half-heartedly at his joke. 

“Yes! That is literally the worst thing that could happen. I don’t want to lose you.” 

“You won’t lose me,  c’mere,” he said pulling you close. He met your lips in a quick kiss. But apparently, it wasn’t quick enough. 

“What the hell!” you pulled away quickly to see Tony staring at the two of you. Shit. 

“Uhm,” you say startled.

“Why the hell, what was that?” he yelled at the two of you. The yelling drew in Steve, great.

“What’s the yelling about?” Steve questions.

“Mr. dark side of Asgard over here was lip-locked with Icy!” 

“Oh” was all Steve could say in return to Tony’s comment.

“Can we all go to the kitchen, and discuss this there?” you pleaded. Nobody answered, but everyone followed you to the kitchen. 

“FRIDAY call Natasha, please,” you needed a backup for this. Tony was mad, and Nat was good at calming him down.

“No, FRIDAY call everyone here!” Tony said.

 ✧･ﾟ❆ *✧･:❆     ❆:･✧* ❆ﾟ･✧                                 ✧･ﾟ❆ *✧･:❆     ❆:･✧* ❆ﾟ･✧

Soon you were sitting at a table with everyone, and the air felt stiff. Loki was at your side scared what everyone would say. Steve and Tony sat at either end of the table. Bruce, Wanda, and Bucky looked confused but sitting quietly nonetheless. Thor and Natasha sat eagerly waiting for the group to know your secret. Tony pointed at you and Loki before speaking.

 “You two, explain.” You took in a deep breath and talked. 

“Well, first, I’d like it to be known that we were planning to tell everyone tonight, just not that way. Loki and I have been seeing each other and would like everyone’s permission for him to stay here a little bit longer. I’m not ready to have him go back yet.” Everyone but Natasha, Loki, and Thor looked surprised. Tony seemed to notice that.

“Why do they not look surprised?” Tony asked angerly pointing at Thor and Natasha. 

“I’m her best friend, of course, I knew,” Nat scoffed at Tony. 

“I walked in on them together,” Thor said as quietly as he could. 

“You trust him?” Steve asked you in a concerned voice effectively cutting off Tony’s line of questioning.

 “I do,” you replied honestly.

“Then I trust you to know what you’re doing,” He said. “Then it’s okay with me if Loki stays longer.” 

“I’m with the punk,” was Bucky’s response. You couldn’t hold back your thankfulness and got up to hug the super soldiers. 

“He did help us during the whole Ragnarok mess, I’m fine with him now,” Bruce said and you moved to hug him too. Loki just nodded understanding towards the three men.

“If you promise to show me some of your tricks, then I also am fine with him staying longer,” Wanda said. Everyone turned to look at Tony. 

“I have rules, but if he promises to follow them then I guess it’s alright.”

 ✧･ﾟ❆ *✧･:❆     ❆:･✧* ❆ﾟ･✧                                 ✧･ﾟ❆ *✧･:❆     ❆:･✧* ❆ﾟ･✧

Tony’s rules, as it turned out, were pretty reasonable.

1. Loki must learn about humans and swear to not try and rule us again. 

2. No leaving the compound without supervision. 

3. He helps Wanda 

4. He does dishes (In Tony’s words “Yes I realize we have people and robots to do that but c’mon a chance for a god to do dishes is too good to pass up”.) 

5. No ‘hanky panky’ outside of the bedrooms (“I don’t need to see you and him kissing again, or worse”)

#Loki Laufeyson #loki odinson #loki x reader #marvel #loki x y/n

[fandomtrashwriting]

New Beginnings Part 4

The meeting that England had called was mostly in chaos, shouting and loud conversations.

“What do we do?! The monsters are back!” One had yelled. “Who cares?! The dead are raising up! Is this a zombie invasion?!”

All this yelling and the children were in another room down the hall, eating. Seems being dead makes one very hungry as they proved by happily enjoying every piece of food.

“What does it matter? They are kids, da?” Russia asks, the calmest so far “Kids can’t hurt anything, too small” he states like it was nothing.

“Kids smids, what do we do with them?” Asks someone. “We could let the monsters keep them?” one suggested.

“We could just put them with their living families?” Japan had suggested, and right away silence had conquered the meeting room as everyone thought on it for a moment before various ‘I was just about to say that’ and ‘you stole my idea!’ sounded throughout the room.

Scotland’s voice, and statement cuts through everything with ease, or maybe it’s the fact he just yelled it “I’m taking Kyran, so ye all can leave him the fuck alone”

The silence that followed those words was deafening before everyone started talking, either yelling at him or loudly asking each other if they could do something like that.

“What the bloody hell is wrong with you?!” England had yelled at Scotland. Ireland, who had been ignoring most of what was happening speaks up “I’ll be taking Bram”

“What the bloody hell?! You too?!” England rages. Scotland just sends him a flat look “Kyran was a kid I knew back sometime in the 1700’s, I’m fairly certain his mum still isn’t around, so I’m taking him and that’s final England” his sarcasm was duly noted and it quieted the room.

Ireland nods “Bram is an orphan, he disappeared a little around twenty years ago, so I’ll be taking him. Any objections?” They were met with heavy silence.

England sits back down with a heavy sigh “then, let's continue with the others and find out where they belong”

“How about we ask them their names?” Finland asks with a warm smile. Italy jumping up “Yeah! Good idea! If they belong to any of us, we should know them really quick with a name and a year, right?” He suggests.

Silence meet them, but Germany speaks up “Ja, that’s a good idea, thank you Finland and Italy.”

~Scene switch brought to you by cruel fates~

Eventually, all of the kids were brought to the meeting hall. Everyone had planned on a easy ‘hi, my name is this, what's your name?’ and it's easy and simply. That WAS the plan till the ‘leader’ of this band of children just grinned and asked loudly with a bold wink “So! Who here is America?”

America, the idiot just snorted before blowing out into howling laughter. England balked at this tiny child “what gave you such an idea? And who taught you to ...wink at strangers?”

Their grin didn’t decrease, it only grew “Well, it’s easy to know when y'all are screaming like virgins” England blinks, aghast that they would say something so uncouth “excuse me...what did you say?”

Frisk looked positively glowing with a grin, “Oh right, you’re old, I’m so sorry i forgot you can’t hear, let me repeat it. I said IT’S EASY WHEN Y’ALL ARE SCREAMING LIKE VIRGINS mister garrison” If anything, everyone’s laughter got stronger.

America, Scotland, and Ireland especially looked blue in the face as they tried to stop laughing, to try and regain their breath.

China was frowning, he didn’t look too pleased with the kids, neither did Germany and a few others, Canada looked shocked beyond all belief.

But when they took a step closer to England, stretching his hand out as if to shake his, the red eyed child behind him quickly wraps her arms around him and hissed out angrily “don’t you dare, you don’t know this man and what he can do, stop being friendly” surprising the child into looking at her with his eyebrows raised “what?”

England felt, insulted, that girl he could easily tell was his citizen, but her glare that was directed at him held more hate than he thought a child could possess “What are you talking about?” England demands, angrily, he took a step forward, really he was just going to tell them off and stand a little taller.

But the girl shoved the boy behind her, glaring daggers at England, baring her teeth like she was daring him to come closer, this aggressive stare down was interrupted by Italy “Ah! If you overheard us, then can you tell us your name and year?” he asks helpfully, only to freeze when her glare of utter loathing was directed at him as she spat out “Chara Brookes, 1850”.

The name had to it, but the year was like being dunked into cold water as all color drained from England. That explains a lot actually, even when she had turned her glare back onto him and the laughter had stopped on a dime of that year.

She seethed and continued yelling, nothing that was registering to England. It felt like he was suddenly cut off, only being brought back by a warm hand on his shoulder. “Hey, are you alright?” England would have laughed over the lack of the word ‘dude’, but he still felt out of it, only managing a numb nod. America squints at him like he doesn’t really believe that for a minute.

England only became aware over the fact that China and Chara were angrily and heatedly arguing back and forth. Everything from the nature of countries, the fact that they've done nothing, the fact that they can’t do things without their bosses permission, and so much more. England only becoming aware of the conversation fully when Chara yelled at China “THAT’S WHY HUMANS ARE EVIL. WE SHOULD HAVE STAYED DEAD, WHY ARE WE HERE IF YOU’RE ONLY GOING TO THROW US OUT? AND DON’T LIE TO MY FACE”

China only roars back “AND WE AREN’T HUMANS, WE ARE COUNTRIES, GET THAT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL” The yelling ended fast when the boy jumped between Chara and China, holding his hands up as if he could block them from fighting or yelling at each other “Stop.”

For a little one to say one word with will that brooked no argument as he fixes China with a neutral stare “You’re China, right? Aren’t you a little old to be arguing with a hormone riddled kid?” he asks, almost gently before turning his attention to Chara “Chara, countries change with time and people, they most likely regret what has happened. Just give them the chance, alright?”

China grumbles a soft ‘westerners’ but seemed to have backed off for now. Frisk looks back up to England, almost like he was waiting for to say something.

Instead, Germany clears his throat “Well, with that out of the way, I guess we can just continue like that didn’t happen” he mumbled before beckoning one of the kids forward.

A small girl with bouncy golden curls skipped forward, curtsied “Hello! You need our name and…year? Well, I am Mireille Castellane, 1949” She says confidently. France makes a soft gasp, it didn’t sound really happy or sad, more pitying than anything.

Germany could already tell by the look France had, that he knew who Mireille was, so instead he turned to another child “what’s your name?” He asked.

A small girl steps up, she looked grinned brightly even though her eyes darted about the room “My name is Anna Tucker” She says brightly.

Wales had frowned and turned to whisper something to Scotland and Ireland. They didn’t turn back to the children even as Germany asked for another one to step up.

He jumped up, grinning “Kenneth Leonard Silver, 1960” he said confidently as a soft “oh dear” fell upon deaf ears. Germany hums “I guess we can figure you out later” Germany says as Kenneth gives him a confused if not insulted look as the next kid patted him on the back gently.

Before Germany could even ask them, they look up at him, grinning “Lo Olsson, 1891” No one said anything, even as Switzerland stiffened a little in his seat, sitting a little straighter.

The next that walked up, she was staring at the floor even though every sense in Germany told him that she was German, but that was it. Even as she stared at the floor “Jennifer Durr, 1975” She said, eyes unmoving from the floor.

It didn’t match up, she must have been lying, but why lie about your name? Unless she didn’t want to go home? Was it a bad home life? Germany could focus on her any longer as another child came up.

She glanced around the room wearily for a moment before speaking “Eden Gavrilova, 1959” the moment she said that, Russia had came up really soon as he started speaking to her in a warm tone in Russian.

As that happened, the next girl stepped forward, she spoke calmly as she stared at the floor “Annabella Rossi, 1980…” She says almost gently before quickly walking away. Italy had gotten up quickly, trying to flag her down as he drags a struggling Romano with him who was already shouting at Italy.

The next person steps forward with no beckoning and bows “Mihime, Sen. 1939” She says, Japan perking up and watching her, face blank for a moment before getting up and walking towards her, calmly speaking with her in low tones.

The next kid walked up slowly, he was sweating as he looked everywhere in the meeting hall instead of at Germany “Gus Colon, 1980” He said softly, almost seeming like he was trying to crunch into himself.

Germany turns his attention to the last two two children before turning his full attention to the boy in the clearly outdated clothes “name and year you remember?” Germany asks.

The boy blinked owlishly at him “Leon Vargas, beginning of 1600” He mumbled softly. Both Italy and Romano stop and look at him, paling quickly.

The last kid jumped up and smiled at Germany “my name is Edward Todd, and 2018” He says brightly.

America looked confused, but he had already quickly ran up to the kid, talking much too loudly and asking why he had lied about this name.

This is going to be a very long day.

#New Beginnings #Part 4 #hetalia #undertale

[seraphladyvenom]

We Are Family. [A Fairy Tail FanFic]

Ch.3: My Idol. [PT.1]

You had spent a couple of hours in the Fairy Tail guild and already you were feeling like a part of it.  Even the master of the guild Makarov came down and introduced himself and joined in on the fun.  This tiny man was sitting crossed legged and armed in front of you with a mug of beer next to him as he listened and talked with the rest of them.

Lira was on your lap with a glass of juice and you had your mug of beer in your hand as you laughed at the stories and tales they fed you.  It was comforting to know that your favorite guild really was just as friendly and welcoming as you had hoped.  "Another round Mira!  For our guests!" The master raised his mug in the air, a pink stain on his cheeks as he clearly had one too many in just the short amount of time that passed.

Mira chuckled.  "Coming right up Master!"  She was adorable.  "Oh no, I really shouldn't, you've given me so much already!"  You pleaded but you knew it would be a hopeless battle as this old man has already proven himself to be quite stubborn.  "Nonsense!  It's no trouble at all my child.  We here at Fairy Tail are always open to meeting new wizards and making new friends!"

"Well in that case, another round please Mirajane?" You giggled and raised your mug.  "That's the spirit!" Cana patted you on the back rather roughly but you knew it was all love there.

"So what do you think of the Fairy Tail guild, Seradith?" Levi asked with a cute smile on her face.  She had been sitting to the left of you with Jet and Droy lingering behind her as always.

"Well...its not boring, I can tell you that!"  Everyone laughed.

"Honestly, it's everything we had imagined and more.  The atmosphere in here is just so different from the many places we've been to before.  So care free, fun..." She ducked just in time as a mug zoomed past above her head.  "Rambunctious, but over all an awesome guild to be in." you concluded as you took a sip.

"Well I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." Erza smiled.

"Oi!  We really are, it's fun in here, plus the food is really yummy." Lira added as she took a bite of her dish.  Mira giggled and thanked her for the compliment.

"Well it seems you've met just about everyone from the guild already minus the few who are off doing jobs at the moment." Wakaba replied as he took a puff of his pipe.  "Yes, but..." You stopped mid sentence.  "But what Seradith?" Wendy asked.

"It's just that we have yet to meet our idols, I guess they are out doing jobs right now.  What a bummer." Lira replied as she looked down pretty bummed.

"Hey it's alright Lira, don't be down, it just wasn't meant to be today." You patted her shoulder in reassurance.  "Yes don't fret Lira dear, you may not have been able to meet who you wanted to meet today but you can always come back another day and try again." Erza smiled and Lira looked up at her with gleaming, hopeful eyes.  "Really?"

Erza almost couldn't control herself but managed to hold back her anxiety of wanting to cuddle her to death and took a sip of her drink.  "Of course, you are always welcome here in Fairy Tail."  "See Lira, don't lose hope, there's always a way!" You smiled down at her and she inhaled excitedly and looked up at you smiling.  "Mhm!" She nodded.

"So Syrup-Teeth, what is it that you do really?" Natsu asked bluntly.

"IT'S SERADITH!" Lucy smacked him in the back of the head but it didn't phase him.

You chuckled at that and thought for a moment.  "Well, nothing special really, I'm just a traveler honestly."  "A traveler, really?" Erza asked intrigued.  You nodded.  "Yes, we normally just go from town to town, across country just visiting places and exploring new things.  Nothing too fancy."

"Wow that's so exciting, I bet you've seen some really amazing places, haven't you?" The gleam in Lucy's eyes was almost brighter than the golden keys that hung on her hip.  "Oh Yes!  We've been to a lot of cool places, also really pretty ones.  Like recently we visited an old castle that was built over 400 hundred years ago!" Lira said through her glass.  "Really?!  How was it?!" Erza asked excitedly.

"Yeah, we're there any creepy ghosts or freaky monsters in there?!" Natsu asked with the most creepy face and voice you could imagine.  Gray smacks him across the head. "Knock it off Natsu, quit being a pest."  "What so you wanna fight you pervert?!"  "Who are you calling a pervert, fire breath?!" He shoved his face into his.  "You you filthy streaker!  Put on some clothes!"  It was then you realized Gray had stripped down to his underwear and you looked away.  "You're the pervert, why are you looking at me anyway you disgusting freak!"  "WHAT YOU SAY?!" Natsu combusted into flames and Grey retaliated with starting up his ice magic.  "You heard me!" "Silence you two!  Can't you see that Seradith is in the middle of telling her story?!" Erza glared.  "Aye sir!" They replied.

You cleared your throat.  "No, none of that, the castle was really well preserved and almost looked like it was stuck in time, that's how amazing it looked."  "So you saw nothing weird then?" Natsu asked rather disappointed.  "No, sorry...but then there was this creepy old maid keeper lady who had really huge front teeth and looked at you like she was going to eat your soul or something, if that counts." You and Lira both shudder at the sudden flash memory of that keeper.

"How boring." he was blunt yet again.

"Don't be so rude Natsu!" Lucy scolded.  "Yeah yeah." He frowned unimpressed.  "Honestly you need to learn some manners Natsu, geez."  "Whatever." He leaned back against the chair and Lucy just continued to berate him.  You couldn't help but giggle at it all.  It was really like a big ol' family here.  It was nice.

You looked down into your mug as your eyes lowered a bit, a small hint of sadness flickered in them as you recalled how you never really had such a luxury.  It was always just you, that is until Lira came into your life and then it was just you and her against the world.

"What's wrong child?" Makarov's voice broke you concentration.  You flustered a bit at being caught and tried to brush it off.  "Oh nothing sir." You stuttered, beads of nervous sweat forming on the back of your head.  He looked at you through one open eye as he sat in the same position he was in before closing it again.  "Very well then."  You took a breath of relief.

It was just then when you heard the creaking of the guild doors opening that turned everyone's attention towards the front.  As the doors opened to a halt 4 wizards walked in, all in a group.  It was then you realized who they were.  The blonde spiked hair, the short, barely dressed, specks woman, those rather alarming long green locks, and a questioning looking helmet that covered half of his face.  Your heart nearly flat lined right there.

"Ah Laxus my boy, welcome back." Makarov spoke.  You and Lira stared wide eyes at the group that just walked in.  It was almost godlike as they kind of sparkled in your eyes for some reason.  The short brunette lady on the right with the flashy dress, glasses and a smug attitude to go with it was Evergreen, a vivacious wizard with a bod to back it up.  The tall gentleman on the left with the weird long moss green hair was Freed Justine.  Keen with his scripture magic, quite brilliant.  The tall man in the back of him was Bixlow.  He had that weird helmet that made you feel somewhat uneasy even through magazine pictures.

And then there was him.  The tall, blonde, muscular man, with what seemed like a permanent scowl printed on his face was Laxus, the leader.  All together they were the Thunder Tribe, solely named mainly because of Laxus lightening.  He was a lightening dragon slayer after all.

"Welcome back guys, how did the job go?" Mira asked in her usual cheerful tone.  "It went well actually, we finished it in record time if I do say so myself." Freed replied with a slight bit of cockiness in his tone.  Mira just chuckled.  As for Lira and you, well y'all couldn't take your eyes off them.  It was like the air around you became so thick that you could barely breath.

"Alright Laxus!  You're back!" Natsu grinned mischevously.  "So how about we have a fight?!" He was so enthuastic as he ran up towards Laxus.  "Not today Natsu, I'm not in the mood." He spoke uninterestedly.  "Oh come on Laxus!  That's not fair!  You always pass me up!"

"I don't think it's a good idea to try anything today Natsu." Ever replied a bit worried.  "Yeah, Laxus didn't have a very good time on our way back here, so he's not in a very good mood." Bixlow added.  "Why, what happened?" Gray asked.  "Just some punk thug wannabe thieves tried to challenge us.  As you can see..." her eyes glanced down at the bottom of Laxus overcoat which had been shredded with many holes.  "Let's just say it didn't end well for those punks." Freed sweatdropped.

"Really?!  You let some low life punks get the the better of you Laxus?!" Natsu taunted.  His face turned dark.  "I thought you were the strongest one in the guild."  Laxus face darkened and the others looked at him with shock.  "What do you have a death wish or something Natsu?!" Bixlow asked bewildered.  "I guess it wouldn't be much of a fight if we fought now huh?"  Laxus was pissed. You can see it clearly in his face.

"Come on Laxus!  Prove me wrong!" He attacked.  And with a swish of his wrist, Natsu was face down imbedded deep in the floor of the guild.  Laxus retracted his arm and grunted.  He didn't even bother to look his way.  Everyone sweatdropped.  "That didn't even last 2 seconds." Droy stated.  Romeo sighed deeply and shook his head.  "Oh Natsu."

"Anyways, Laxus, Evergreen, Freed, Bixlow.  I want to intoduce you to someone."  "Huh?  Introduce us?" Ever questioned curiously.  "Yes, this is Seradith and Lira, they are travelers who happen to be quite the fans of our guild, and came all this way to meet us all."  "Yeah, they've been everywhere in Fiore and seen a lot of cool places, they were just talking about them actually." Levi smiled.

"They came here to meet all of us, including a few who are their idol's, though we still have no clue who they are." Lucy giggled.  Evergreen gave a smug grin.  "I see, well as you can see I am Evergreen, the most beautiful woman in ALL of Fairy Tail and part of one of the strongest teams here." She winked.  "No pictures please." She spoke as she strutted a pose.  "And I am Freed.  I too am part of the strongest team in Fairy Tail." He bowed slightly.  "Yowza!  Hey there cutie, the names Bixlow and these are my babies. And we're here to rock your world, baby!"  He threw a rock symbol at you as he stuck his fairy tail marked tongue out through his creepy grin.  "Rock your world, baby!" The tiki drums repeated in unison.

#my ocs #oc #ocs #fairy tail #fan fic writing #fan fiction #fandom #fanfic #fantasy

[theworstbob]

the thing journal: 6.4.17 - 6.10.17

capsule reviews of the seven+ pop culture things i took in last week. in this post: solid state, the untouchables, in-ter a-lia, noenemies, the beautiful game, more issues than vogue, let’s not be friends, looper, the last man on earth, and selma

1) Solid State, Jonathan Coulton: This was a very good album of nerd-leaning alternative-rock songs made by a very smart individual who has been making those songs for decades. I feel like, in this capsule, I'm doing the thing where I'm saying "it fulfilled my expectations" as a piece of criticism, when this album was not made with my expectations in mind? I'm gonna do it with the Flobots review, and I'm doing it here, and I'm not sure how much that statement has to offer y'all, because a) you don't know my expectations, and b) this album was not made with my expectations in mind. It's why I think overrated/underrated are bullshit nothingwords, y'know? I can tell you this album did everything I wanted it to do, but it doesn't tell you what I actually thought of the album. What happened is, I thought this album was Very Good, and then I didn't have much to say beyond that, so I threw in the thing about what I wanted, and that sounds like I'm saying something when I'm actually saying nothing. So: this album was Very Good, and then other words until the paragraph looks as full as I want it to be.

2) The Untouchables, dir. Brian de Palma: There's nothing like the sense of relief which comes from finally seeing one of those movies with a dozen all-time quotes you've been hearing for years and years. Like, I can't remember any specific instance of my father using a line from this movie in place of advice? But I'm sure it happened, and I am thrilled to understand him better. This is just a solid film, this would be one of those films I'd watch if I had basic cable and it came on while I was flipping channels. Brian de Palma knows how to direct a B+ movie, and Sean Connery is fucking amazing as the wizzened Chicago veteran, like half the reason this film has so many iconic lines is his delivery. I am about to say something blasphemous, given I am trying to tell y'all I'm a film nerd, and say I didn't like the score? It's Morricone, I know, I know, he's great, but I think the film loses something by scoring this film about Prohibition-era Chicago with a standard orchestral score. I feel like jazz should have figured more prominently into the equation.

3) in-ter a-lia, by At the Drive-In: I have no idea why I listened to this album, to be perfectly frank. I like "One-Armed Scissor," but with all the music that has ever existed being immediately available to me at my leisure, I could have picked up the At the Drive-In album with "One-Armed Scissor," I believe it is called This Station Is Non-Operational, though that might just be a line from "One-Armed Scissor" I thought was cool. I am not a hardcore fan of this band and didn't need to listen to their reunion album. I didn't need to hear lines like the poetry book of the balding dude with dreadlocks, "How many bites do you think it takes to get to the cyanide tooth" like ugh, being howled wildly over abrasive guitar tracks, just loud and fast and never stopping. I didn't have a pleasant time with this one.

4) Noenemies, by Flobots: The most surprising thing about this album is that it isn't just Flobots saying "I told you so" for 50 minutes.That would've been my move, given that, after 2016, I started to listen to the Flobots songs I thought were way too left for me and saying, "You know what, fuck. I should've listened. I'm sorry. I get it now. Please help." It's an album that doesn't yet know how to get unstuck from the mire, but is absolutely certain that the mire is the only obstacle in their way, that justice will prevail and the good people will win. It's not my favorite album of all time, but it's exactly what I wanted and needed from a Flobots album in 2017.

5) The Beautiful Game, by Vulfpeck: As far as albums I listened to because someone played one of the songs in a donation message on a Twitch stream, this was decent! I think reading the summary of this band's history colored my opinion on it, because it does sound like a couple of white kids who met in college, discovered they both loved Kanye West, talked about the old-school samples on his tracks, actually took the time to listen to those songs, realized they loved those songs as well, and decided to make those songs. It's a pretty OK album, maybe I wouldn't have paid $3.50 to convince 200 strangers they should listen to it, but OK enough backing for a bus ride.

6) More Issues Than Vogue, by K. Michelle: I think I might have the least to say about this album than anything else this week. It's an eminently enjoyable pop/R&B album that doesn't give you a lot to chew on, but does give you a lot to love. And while I know that the challenge of the Thing Journal is to get me to think about the pop culture which I experience, you gotta sometimes recognize when an album has such an infectious charm and tight production and solid vocal work that thinking about it might distract from the experience it wants you to have, that you should just listen to the thing because it wants you to hear it. It's an album of great joy, and I'm glad I got on its wavelength in time to let go and enjoy the hell out of it.

7) Let's Not Be Friends, by The Girls!: On the bus the other day, I was looking up Lydia Loveless, because I knew Lydia Loveless was right up my alley but hadn't actually listened to any of her stuff beyond her AUdiotree session, and in looking up and adding all her albums to my library, I discovered she had a sister in a punk band with an exclamation point in their name, and "female-fronted punk band with an exclamation point in their name" checks off three things I need from a band to love them, so I knew I was gonna love this, which is why I listened to this before any of that Lydia Loveless nonsense. I fucking loved this album. I love anything that's 12 tracks of pure, joyous punk/rock with a tinge of '50s-pop influence and no shortage of eternal teen angst. It bums me out that this is the only full album listed on their Wikipedia, and that they haven't been active on any sort of social media I could find for nearly a year. I need more of this in my life. (Also: I have now listened to 20 2014 releases! I actually hit a point where I felt I was caught up on my queue and, needing new things to listened to, am gonna go back and fill in the gaps in my musical experience, starting with 2014. Like, I've listened to all the punk things, I know I covered that ground, but that year and all years in music have so much more to offer beyond what I was looking for, and I'm stoked to finally listen to offerings such as Beyonce's self-titled, Anderson .Paak's Venice, and 2NE1's Crush.

8) Looper, dir. Rian Johnson: As someone who spends most of his time either yelling at his past self for the poor choices that put him in his present situation or making choices with little to no regard for how they impact my future, I loved that scene in the dinner, where JGL and Bruce Willis are basically doing that, Bruce Willis sternly warning JGL of the mistakes he'll make and the need to find the woman in China, and JGL being flippant and focused solely on the present danger being brought by Bruce Willis.I also have made respect for, in that same scene, Bruce Willis saying, "Look, we could sit here for fucking days trying to figure out the science, but fuck that, 100% fuck that." I assume the time travel makes sense and am mostly unconcerned with how it works, so thank you, movie, for being a movie! I do kinda wish the film had done more with the concept of chasing your past or future self, the film goes somewhere and then stays there for an hour, and like it's still a pretty decent movie, Rian Johnson has no shortage of imagination or skill, but it didn't need to be a movie about time-travel if you were just gonna put one of the characters in a barn the whole time? But, whatever, solid B+. Dope film. Not a lot of complaints. (Perhaps because I watched it between the hours of 2 and 4 AM Saturday morning because MY LIFE IS TOGETHERRRRRRRRRRRR and might need to rewatch this at a more reasonable hour?)

9) The Last Man on Earth s1, cr. Phil Lord & Christopher Miller: I love how unafraid this show is to let its characters be horrible fucking people. At no point after the first episode does the show let you feel anything like sympathy for Tandy; he just does awful thing after awful thing, all in self-interest, and always making things worse for the small community. (And he drags everyone down with him! He corrupts Todd, he tricks Carol into abandoning Tucson for him, he goads Phil into leaving him in the fucking desert. No one on this show is good, but that’s in no small part due to Tandy’s influence. (Also, as you can tell, I loved when the show just switched to calling him Tandy. Like, minor initial resistance, and then he was just Tandy.)) It's such a fascinating concept, the idea that one of the last people on earth is an anti-social monster, and I can't believe that a broadcast television network aired this experiment. I'm bummed I've been missing this for so long but stoked to finally be beginning this journey.

10) Selma, dir. Ava DuVernay: For the longest time, I was watching this film, trying to figured out why everything looked so muted. Every shot was filled with earth tones, reds and browns and greens always, and it looked like they left it just a couple notches above sepia, and while I was never removed from the film, it was in the back of my mind the whole time, what is the reason for this choice. And then near the end, when they added in the archival footage that was sepia-toned, it hit me: it was trying to be two notches above sepia-toned. It wanted to have that feel of the archival footage, a matter of historical record, but it also wanted to root itself in something modern, because this is very much a modern story. We still see horrible acts of police brutality, we still see black people being denied the right to vote, we still see out government leaders doing nothing but wishing these people would stop bothering them. Or, perhaps it goes for half-sepia because sepia is typically associated with nostalgia, we color over our memories of the past to make it better, but they leave some color in there because there's no making the past better in this instance. It's a remarkable film, and one I bet won a thousand Oscars! I don't see how it couldn't!