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marenwithanm · 1 year

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Well, if you're giving me the chance @telemna-hyelle , I might as well spice it up this time with some ✨memes✨

(ask game is based on @bllaaaaarrgh 's post about each lu link's competency level based on their ability to play their games)

For this I will tag @literallink :) ♥️

Sky: does not have the hand-eye coordination or spacial reasoning for any of this he's stuck in an area you're not supposed to get stuck in bc he forgot he can look up. Someone help him lol

Wild: very good with fights and shrines, and he enjoys them, but with literally everything else he gets choice paralysis and gives up.

Twilight: so... The portal kind of left him behind. Yeah he's still in ordon village. He's not complaining cuz he likes it there, but whoopsie lol (in fact I have not gotten past the opening to twilight princess)

Warrior: (haven't actually played og Hyrule warriors, but the gameplay is practically identical to age of calamity so we're going with that.) Warriors is just utterly flawless in combat. He can pull of combos, kill all enemies quickly, you name it. He says this is all fair and square, but it's really just universal favoritism (hw's combat is way easier than traditional Zelda games')

Wind: poor guy has even less coordination than sky. At least sky can jump gaps without veering to the side out of nowhere and missing entirely. He's alright at fighting, but it's pretty clear he's just flailing around and hoping it hits something (spam pressing b)

Time: my guy simply cannot swim. He just can't, it doesn't work out for him. Otherwise he's chilling. Give him a sword and a shield and he's practically untouchable

Legend: dies nearly as often as Hyrule, but doesn't have convenient restore point abilities like Hyrule so it sucks a little bit more. Not only that, but poor guy is constantly lost at all times, he's got no idea where he is or how to solve this puzzle girl help (admittedly, I'm pretty good with oracle games and albw, but I'm horrendous at alttp and triforce heros so I went with the funnier option)

Four: he is so incredibly slow. He has to think so so hard about each move he makes because (Maren played minish cap on an emulator on her phone and the buttons are all touchscreen and therefore so easy to press the wrong one) the colors are constantly wrestling for control in the middle of battle. He's pushing through it, his 3 bottles of lon lon milk help, but it's a struggle to move beyond glacier speeds.

(cw: depiction of injury)

Hyrule: has died during every single battle, BUT he just reloads his restore point and everything is fiiine. Just tanks hits while doing as much damage as possible until he wins. On the plus side, he's pretty efficient with conserving magic

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kingsuckjin · 2 years

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PIZZA BOX BOY -Teaser- pjm

🍕Pairing: yandere!jimin x reader

🍕Rating: R, 18+

🍕Genre: thriller, horror, kind of dark comedy

🍕Warnings: (in this teaser) everyone here but Jimin is pretty mean, mc is a bit ditzy but we love a ditzy queen, near car accidents, she writes horror, feelings of impending doom.

🍕Words: 1.4K

🍕About: “Our love is like a pizza box-” it was a line that normally would’ve made you laugh, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. Chills ran up your spine knowing what this was. You were terrified for two reasons 1. It was written in dried blood and 2. You knew it was from the man that was making your life an absolute living hell. If only you hadn’t gone out to get that pizza then maybe you wouldn’t be here, maybe you wouldn’t be planning what you were planning.

🍕A/N: thank you to my bestie @jikookiekosmos for absolutely roasting the shit out of my writing when beta reading this teaser, like a good friend should 🖤

“LEARN TO FUCKING STOP AT THE LIGHT!” Some man yelled out his widow. Your head had been bent down looking for your phone that had slipped off of your lap, leaving you to wonder if you had run that red light at that intersection and nearly hit him.

“Yeah. Yeah, sweets, let me call you back? Kay?” You reached down into your car floor boards to reach for the phone you had dropped; lucky for you, Jin was on speaker phone.

“What’s wrong with you? Don’t call me that.” Jin scoffed in disgust as your hand met your phone. The car surged in speed for a millisecond, your foot had hit the gas pedal on accident. Your heart raced, but you stomped on the brake pedal hard enough for the car to jerk and for you to smack your head on the steering wheel. Once it stopped, you couldn’t help but laugh a little at both near death experiences you had just had.

“Great! Bye babe!”

“You idio-“

Your boyfriend, Jin, was cut off by your thumb pressing the end call symbol.

“Whoopsies!” You mumbled cheerfully as you pulled into the place where you decided to pick up dinner tonight for you and your lovely boyfriend.

Pizza.

You had thought about it all day but nearly forgotten by the evening. All you wanted was to bite into that melty, cheesy goodness with your favorite boy.

The little bell to the pizza shop jingled as you opened the door and the man behind the counter in the black cap with a slice of pizza on it. He looked less than thrilled to have to deal with another person, you gave him a smile as you approached him anyway.

“Welcome to Jerry’s Cheesearia, what can I get for you today?” Hit tone was dry, pitchless, and monotone. The halogen white light showed every detail of his unshaved face and the little bit of crust in the corner of his mouth. He seemed to just stare, almost robotically at you.

“One cheese pizza please. Oh! With the seasoning on the crust, my boyfriend loves that he-“

“Sure.” The man said mechanically as he touched a button on the cash register screen. “Will that be all?” He once again just stared at you through thick glasses that made his dead and joyless eyes look too magnified.

“Yeah, but is the crust seasoning extra? Once my boyfriend-“

“We’ll just give it to you, we don’t care. I don’t care.” He finally blinked.

“Oh, okay great! Yeah that’s it then.” You nodded and gave him your card.

“It will be an hour wait.”

You looked around the restaurant but there was only one other person here. That was okay, you knew they had their reasons.

“I’ll wait.” You smiled and took your card back from his outreached hand. “I don’t think Jin will mind. Can you believe someone almost hit me on the way here?”

“Ma’am, I said I don’t care.” There was no look of anger on his face, he was simply just a zombie.

“I'll be over there.” You pointed to a small table in the corner of the restaurant and walked away before he could express his lack of emotions one more time.

You sat down at the little wooden table and chair and pulled your laptop out of your massive bag. You then sat the bag on the floor.

There was no harm in working a little more as you waited. You hated to leave off at such an exciting part of your story earlier anyway.

“Chills rant rampant up her spine. In her sinking heart she just knew. This wasn’t a dream, her friend was sitting in her kitchen eating raw-“

You read the last part of where you had stopped writing silently to yourself.

You let out a quiet hum of thought as you tried to remember what you had planned to type next. You put down a few things but erased them. It all just didn’t seem exciting enough for you.

“Do you remember me?” A man asked. Your head whipped from the screen, the blonde man smiling at you. You thought that maybe he was the first smile you had seen all day, and it was a warm one.

You racked your brain for a moment in order to answer his question, going back through the timeline of your life in your head for a name.

“I.. don’t think so, but my memory isn’t that great. What’s your name? Maybe I’ll remember then.”

“Jimin! We went to school together when we were maybe ten.”

His name wasn’t ringing a bell.

“Hm. What class?” You were feeling a little bit bad that you couldn’t remember him, although, you were sure you’d remember a man so attractive.

“Yours, silly!” He grinned. “Do you not remember me?” His hiring was wide yet his eyes had a hint of disappointment in them.

“Ohhhhh!! Jimin!” Your eyes lit up with false excitement. You still hadn’t remembered him, but you just felt too bad not to pretend. “I can’t believe I forgot! I see you’re just as cheerful as ever!” You made a very basic comment hoping that it applied to him back then.

That’s right! You do remember! How have you been?”

“Well, just working on my writing, you know? I’ve got a new boyfriend and life is really just on its way up for me right now. Other than me dying on my way here.” You laughed. You weren’t just pretending to know him now, you were kind of just glad someone asked about you.

“That sounds great! Not the dying part, but the rest. I can’t believe you’re a writer now, what a small world. My friend works for this publishing company so I’ve been trying to write some here and there.”

This intrigued you, you wanted to know more about his friend and the publishing company since you didn’t have one yet. You also wanted to know more about him since he wrote too, you needed more writer friends, someone to run things by, someone to talk about writing stuff with. You had no one willing to do that with you, that shared a hobby, that took interest in what you liked to do.

“You can have a seat if you want.” You offered.

He promptly and happily took the empty seat at the little table. You closed your laptop in order to focus your attention on the stranger who said he wasn’t a stranger.

“Oh! I’m sorry if I was interrupting anything important. I wasn’t thinking.” His eyes flickered to your laptop and a guilty pout formed on his full lips.

“No no! Don’t worry about it, I was just writing, nothing really important.” You shook your head.

“What are you working on?” He propped his elbow on the table and let his cheek lay in his hand.

“It’s- it’s a little embarrassing.” Warmth was beginning to spread in your cheeks. You had never really talked about your stories before with anyone that seemed to care so much.

“How? I’m sure it’s not.”

“It’s horror.” You admitted.

“Ohhhh!!!” He seemed surprised and entertained by the subject. “I love horror!”

“Really?” You cocked your head to the side, knowing it wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea.

“Yes! Please tell me about it!”

You needed a second opinion anyway, you never really had one before.

“So.” You began, trying to think of how to explain it all. “It’s about a guy, who goes to this party with a girl he likes and gets possessed and becomes really really terrible.”

“This sounds so good, keep going.” He urged.

Something about him felt… a little too good to be true. You didn’t know him, let alone enough to have a conversation like -maybe it was completely normal? You didn’t know. You had been so stuck in your head with this story lately that you forgot what typical human contact was like.

You went on explaining the story to him, ignoring the odd feeling that you had blamed on yourself and your awkwardness. Had you known… if you would’ve taken just a second to trust your intuition…

“Y/n?”

You looked over and the odd man at the counter was holding your box of pizza. You went over to retrieve it and on your way out, Jimin stopped you as he still sat at the table.

“If you ever need me to read the rest- which I would love to read-“ he took a napkin from the napkin holder on the table and retrieved a pen from his pocket “just call me.” He scribbled down some numbers and slid the thin napkin with the restaurant logo on it across the table to you with a big smile. “Bye, y/n” That charming smile you would eventually learn to fear.

#jimin #park jimin #jimin x reader #yandere park jimin #yandere jimin #park jimin x reader #bts one shot #jimin oneshot #jimin fanfiction #park jimin fanfiction #jimin smut #park jimin smut #bts horror #bts fic

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not-withoutyou · 2 years

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whoopsie hit the wrong button there😭 anyways would love to hear about "tired" if you'd like!

Oh sure! It was kind of supposed to be just a prompt from forever ago, but I got carried away (shocker).

So now it’s like. A really sad, emotional thing that I really need to be in the right headspace to work on. (i.e. Buckys having a bad night and it’s not pretty.)

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destinys-lies · 3 years

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Great Job, Internet! by destiny’s lies

Disclaimer:

Boku no hero academia and its characters do not belong to me, but Kōhei Horikoshi. Any images used are credited to their original owner(s).

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Prompt:

Day 3: Haunted—Superstition

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Author’s Note:

Just an Izuocha drabble to help improve my writing skills. I chose to do superstition.

A friend of mine (she wants to be anonymous) helped me out a lot with this story, so thanks! She made it really fun for me to write this. Also, she says, “Don’t break glass.” I hope you guys enjoy this story!

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Synopsis:

Izuku knew death was inevitable but he didn’t expect for it to come so soon and be so painfully stressful.

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Izuku sat alone on the couch, staring at the television screen. A show about haunted houses was playing. He was never the biggest fan when it came to the spooky and paranormal, but he had to admit, it was interesting to watch.

Multiple pinging sounds echoed throughout his house. It was his phone. Someone must’ve texted him.

With a tired sigh, he got up from the couch and sauntered upstairs to his bedroom to find his phone lying on his bed. He picked it up and looked at the several messages covering the screen.

They were all from Ochako.

A slight smile crawled onto this face. She was always thinking about him. He let his gaze crawl up to the pictures of him and Ochako hanging on the wall. Each picture held a precious memory from their past. He was so lucky to have her in his life.

Holding his phone in one hand, he reached the doorknob. His elbow bumped into a wall, causing a picture to fall onto the ground. The frame broke. His shoulders twitched by the unexpectedly loud volume of the sound. The shattered frame contained a picture of him from his younger years.

He thought nothing of it. He’d come by later to clean it. Closing the door behind him, he walked downstairs, reading the messages that Ochako had sent. She wanted him to go to the grocery store to get some ingredients to make for dinner later. He texted a message back.

Izuku would have no problem with that, he’s done it at least a thousand times. Locking the door behind him, he merrily walked down the sidewalk.

Eventually, he reached the end of the sidewalk. Beside him stood a pole with a button that allowed pedestrians to cross. He pressed the button and waited for the light to turn green.

Once the light turned green, Izuku checked both directions before proceeding. Cars on both sides of the crosswalk stood still, their engines quietly rumbling. Certain that he was in the clear, he walked down the crosswalk. The sound of loud screeching startled him. He quickly glanced in the direction to see a big, black truck speeding towards him. The driver carelessly honked the horn, showing no signs of stopping or slowing down.

Without wasting another second, he jumped out of the way onto the sidewalk. His heart violently thrummed in his chest as he glanced behind to see the speeding truck fade into the distance. He sat on the curb, trying to catch his breath before standing up.

He wiped off the dirt from his pants. A large, jagged hole in his jeans was visible on the side of his jeans.

“Great,” he grumpily muttered. “Just what I needed.”

With a huff, he continued his way onto the grocery store.

* * *

Returning from the grocery store, Izuku went on his merry way home. The sound of rushing water caught his attention and turned to look at the large pond lying in the center of the park.

I’ll cut through the park. It’ll take me home faster and the scenery looks great.

He walked up to the pond until he spotted a weird object sticking out of the pond. He leaned in to get closer until he felt a shove from behind.

“Whoopsie!” a person exclaimed before timorously dashing away.

He dove headfirst into the pond.

It was nothing to worry about though, it was just a pond. Well, that’s what he suspected. However, when he fell in, he realized the pond was way deeper than he expected. He flailed his arms as the grocery bags he clung to acted like cement bags, dragging him down. Realizing he had to sacrifice his food for his life, he let go of the bags, letting them sink to the bottom of the pond as he swam up to the top.

Emerging from the murky water, Izuku began coughing up water as he took big gulps of air.

“Today…is...really...not...my day,” he panted, trying to catch his breath.

He needed to vent to someone. Thinking of Ochako, he pulled out his wet phone to text her. He pressed the power button in an attempt to turn it on, but the water ruined it. The phone stared at him blankly.

“Are you fucking serious?!” he groaned, clenching his other hand into a fist.

He put away his phone and stomped back home, furious and soggy. The crack of thunder warned him about the impending rain. Then it rained. He began rushing home, the sound of heavy raindrops falling onto the sidewalk.

He stopped running to catch his breath before another crack of lightning struck a few feet in front of him, hitting a tree. He stood there in shock, staring at the charred tree before collecting himself and walking again. He heard a loud shout behind him and turned towards the sound, nearly getting hit by the tree that the lightning struck.

“SHIT! SOMETHING’S OUT TO GET ME!”

He dashed the rest of the way home, locking the door behind him and running up the stairs. He logged on to his computer, trying to get his mind off the disastrous series of events that occurred. His mind wandered back to the frame he shattered earlier.

Izuku decided to look through new frames on his computer to get his mind off everything. He saw a link from a discussion forum that piqued his interest. Curious, he clicked on it and began reading it through.

The guy on the forum was talking about all the things he had experienced. Strangely, all the stuff this guy mentioned he had experienced, all because he broke a picture frame. The post was five years old. He scrolled down the chat to see what the guy did to stop this “curse,” but he didn’t see any updates.

Izuku quietly read the post aloud, “When glass breaks, it’s already too late. Your life is tangled in a new fate. A new life full of despair and agony awaits until you fall and never rise again. That is when the curse breaks but at that point, it is already the end because you’ll be dead.”

DEAD? he thought. All those things that happened to him—they were because of breaking that picture. Another crack of thunder lit up the sky. “I’M GOING TO DIE!” he cried.

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A few hours later, Ochako entered the house, closing the door behind her. Work had been tiresome and stressful. She closed the door. It was dark. That’s strange, she wondered. Typically Izuku is up at this time waiting for me.

She turned on the lights and looked at the couch. There in the murky darkness was Izuku covered in blankets and quivering in fear. His bloodshot eyes stared down at the ground. Her smile fell into a frown.

“Izuku?” she sympathetically asked. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m going to die, Ochako,” he whimpered as he slowly rocked himself, hugging his legs close to his chest. “I’m going to die.”

“W-What? Why do you think that?”

“I don’t know, but someone’s trying to kill me. They’re after me—they all are.”

“Izuku, honey, who’s after you?”

“EVERYONE!”

“They tried to kill me with a truck! They saw me b-but they s-still ATTACKED ME! They want me to die, Ochako!” he panicked, viciously trembling. “T-THE THUNDER! THE THUNDER TRIED TO KILL ME! I UPSET THEM OCHAKO! I UPSET THE GODS! I don’t know what I’m going to do, Ochako. Should I go by a different name? Should I just wait f-for it h-happen? Wait to just die? I’m not going to die, Ochako! I’M NOT GOING TO DIE! I CAN’T DIE! I can’t die by a stupid picture!”

He waved his hands frantically, rambling on and on about the endless possibilities of dying before finally breaking down into tears. Ochako silently stared at him. She walked over to him, sitting beside him and embracing him in a hug.

“Hey Izuku, it’ll be alright. You’ll be okay.” Ochako gave him a reassuring smile. Izuku tried to smile back, but the stress of the day made it difficult.

Ochako gestured towards the door. “I think you need some fresh air. Let’s take a walk.”

Izuku followed Ochako outside, sticking close beside her. The heavy rain was now a drizzle. Ochako liked the rain, it was one of her favorite things. She always carried an umbrella with her.

Together, they walked down the sidewalk and Ochako put away the umbrella when the drizzle stopped. The streets were damp and the air was still scented with the smell of rain.

Ochako giggled as she splashed a puddle on Izuku, trying to lighten the mood. Izuku usually would’ve laughed along with her, but he was too busy watching a large dog. Its leash looked worn and loose from years of stretching it. The dog aggressively barked and growled as the two passed by. It pulled on the leash, lunging at Izuku with blood in its eyes.

Ochako realized what Izuku was worried about, so she offered to walk on the other side of the street, away from the dog.

Then all of the sudden, the dog’s leash snapped and it charged at Izuku. He ran as fast as he could run, adrenaline pushing him all the way back home.

A few minutes later, Ochako arrived, a guilty expression donning her face.

“The dog’s owner told me that he’s never acted like that before, he’s usually a sweet dog,” she worriedly explained. She shut the door behind her and walked over to Izuku, who was anxiously sitting on the couch with his face in his hands.

“It’s alright,” Izuku assured her. “I just must’ve done something to upset him.”

He chuckled nervously trying to reassure Ochako. Ochako let out an exasperated sigh. He was doing it again. She knew him too well, he was trying to hide his problems for her own ease. She wasn’t going to let it go though.

“It’s going to be okay.” She smiled comfortably at him, gently rubbing his back.

“I don’t want to die,” Izuku cried.

“You’re not going to die,” Ochako told him, leaning closer to him. She pulled a charm out of her pocket and placed it into Izuku’s hand. “Here,” she said. “Have this.”

Izuku stared at the rainbow-colored bracelet. “What is it?” Izuku asked, looking down at it.

“It’s a good luck charm. It’ll keep you safe,” she told him. “It kept me safe when I needed it. Now you need it.”

“Ochako?” Izuku stared into her soft, brown eyes, his mouth breaking into a small smile. “Thank you.”

“No problem, honey,” she replied before placing a kiss on his cheek. “Anytime.”

#izuocha #izuocha h/c week #midoriya izuku #uraraka ochako #fanfiction #my hero academia #my hero academia fanfiction #day three #haunted #superstition #mha #mha fanfiction #bnha #izuocha hurt/comfort week #izuku x ochako

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crackinwise · 3 years

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You're gonna get a lot of advice online about how NOT to write, presented in a really condescending way by people tooting their own horn about why their experience means you should totally listen to them.

You shouldn't care much. Honestly here--unless you want to learn it for yourself (you should, but from people who don't talk down at you) and/or write for a living--write for fun however you feel comfortable. As long as it's completely coherent to the reader, go nuts!

I've been writing stories for decades, for school and for myself. I know how to use proper writing composition (mostly). Ya know what? The most boring crap I ever slogged thru was writing for English Honors. It wasn't FUN. Gd, even my final research essay for my med lab school was more fun than the torment of ~good~ writing in Honors classes. It leeched joy. So I structure things however the hell I want. I like to write like someone telling a story to the reader how they'd speak, and I in turn really enjoy reading the same. Especially if it's just fanfic, like, damn.

The cheat of fanfic is the reader should already know these characters and world, so you can skip every introduction and explanation; and lay descriptions like landmines! You can throw names and places out of nowhere and not worry about setting them up. This isn't formal writing or your novel for sale.

You like the word 'said'? Use it! You hate it? Never ever use it again! (You're not mentally a child for refusing to use it all the time--stop that comparison.) Has there been a callout post on some writing device you like being "cringey"? Whoopsy-tiddies: you can flip them off and keep doing it if you so choose.

The latest post I saw was about "epithets" but either I learned wrong or they're using a broad-ass term for it. I had been calling them adjectives or just descriptors. I was taught epithets are usually descriptive nicknames repeatedly attached to someone/thing to give you a better picture of them. Calling the phrase "the taller man," with no name attached or repeated importance, an epithet and it being called useless made my brain glitch a minute. Technically it's right, and it shouldn't be used over and over, or bog down your sentences when you can just restructure, but you CAN use things like that. Published authors have used things like that wtf. Have I also used them when I could've just changed a sentence or paragraph around? Yeah, but 1) the sentence had a flow or alliteration I was deadset on, 2) I wanted to remind the reader what profession/hobby the char had, or 3) I'm having fun. Sue me.

"If I see this in a fic I back out of it." Ohhh noooo. Do you know how many stupid arbitrary things will get people to hit the back button?? People are fickle. You can't account for it all! I'm guilty of it, and you're guilty too! I don't enjoy second-person pov -> the writer did -> I moved on -> no crisis occurred.

Did you like what you wrote and how you wrote it? Good! If anyone gives you tips or constructive criticism: take it, learn. If they only chastise you because they personally didn't like your technique: f*** em.

You don't want something you do for fun to become a grind, is my point. You don't need to be afraid a snob is poo-pooing your choices when you just wanted to share joy. Ya know what I care about in your fics? Personality. Characterization consistency. Interesting situations. Emotions. Funny or different narration. Continued updates on what positions the chars are in when needed. If you give me any one of those, you're doing great!

tl;dr: In writing, learn everything you can, practice and grow. But in the end it's about you having fun and you shouldn't let rude criticism posts or articles make you second-guess or dislike your work. (And if you make a career of it, there are editors & self-publish options. Your preferences aren't deal-breakers.)

#writing #fanfiction #criticism #i read these things and make a rude pumping gesture with my arm #long post is long

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spillinginkwithlove · 5 years

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Fallen

Fallen - Chapter 1

It was just one of those days. You know the ones, we’ve all had them, where literally every single thing that could go wrong does.

I woke up almost an hour late because I hit the off button instead of snooze which meant I didn’t have time to stop for coffee. I barely had time to breathe. At least I didn’t hit tons of traffic as I raced to the office. Thankfully, I missed the morning rush hour. Still, I barely made my nine o’clock meeting.

In keeping with the trend of the day, that meeting went well over the allotted hour and definitely didn’t go as planned which resulted in the rest of my day being spent trying to fix someone else’s mistakes before I headed to LAX. I had a huge, potentially life altering meeting set in London the very next day.

“You realize your flight leaves in like three hours, right?” Emily, my secretary asked as she ducked her head in my office.

Looking at my watch, I was stunned.

“Holy shit, I can’t believe it’s already five o’clock!” I said, jumping out of my chair in a total panic.

Where the hell did the day go?!

“Yeah, girl, you gotta go!” Emily said as she helped me gather all the work I had yet to finish, “You can do the rest on the plane. The flights long enough.. Or, even in the morning.”

“Don’t remind me.” I scoffed, zipping my bag closed, “I just hope I packed my Xanax.”

“You did, I checked.” Emily laughed, rolling my carry on bag to the door.

Walking to the door, my bag over my shoulder and my coat in my arms, I grabbed the handle of the suitcase I was smart enough to pack last night and bring with me today.

“Wait,” Emily shouted, “Don’t forget your passport!”

This was the absolute longest drive to the airport I think I ever had. I was down to about an hour and a forty-five minutes before my flight was to depart when I caught a glimpse of the highway sign for the LAX exit.

If I make this flight, it’s going to be a freakin miracle.

As soon as we pulled up to the terminal, I threw the fare at the driver, thanking him as I yanked my bag clear and practically ran to the ticket counter.

“Checking in?”

“Yes...I’m sorry, I’m running late.”

Scanning my passport, the agent handed me my boarding pass and passport, “It’s okay, I think you’ll make it. Security isn’t really busy at the moment.”

“Let’s hope!” I lamented as I began to sprint towards the security check.

The TSA line looked long but was actually moving pretty quick so at least I had that going for me. It was still going to be close. If the doors are closed when I get to the gate, I’ll be fucked. My schedule was tight this time and I knew if I missed this flight, I might as well stay home.

Standing in line, I was impatient and visibly stressed. I hate flying as it is so adding the day I’ve had onto that worry, I was a mess.

“Are you okay, miss?” the older gentleman in front of me asked as he happily waited seemingly without a care in the world.

“Yes, I am, thank you.” I sighed, “Just running late and worried I’m going to miss my flight.”

After this man, it would finally be my turn.

“Next.” The TSA agent said.

“You’re in a hurry,” the man said, “Go ahead.”

Surprised at his generosity, I couldn’t thank him enough.

“Thank you so much!” I exclaimed, quickly stepping around him and up to the agent.

After clearing security, I glanced at my watch. I literally had fifteen minutes to make it to the gate. With my carry on suitcase dragging behind me and my bag over over my shoulder, I ran through the terminal towards my gate. How I didn’t trip someone or myself, I’ll never know but I ended up making it with only minutes to spare.

Walking up to the attendant, I handed her my boarding pass, “I didn’t think I’d make it!” I said, completely out of breath, my chest heaving.

“Barely!” She laughed, “We we’re just getting ready to close the doors.”

“Thank God for small miracles.” I responded, finally catching my breath as I walked down the small corridor to the plane.

As I found my seat, sliding down into the cushy leather chair, I took a deep breath. Now that I made it, I could finally relax, at least a little bit. I still hated flying but at this point, I was happy to be on the plane instead of sitting in the airport wishing I made it.

Moving my things around, I was trying to situate myself and get comfortable. I had work to do but didn’t feel like doing any of it at the moment.

"Are you nervous?" the man sitting next to me asked in a very deep, flirty voice.

"Excuse me?" I asked, making it clear I was not in the mood.

Little did he know that although he was cute, he was barking up the wrong tree.

I wasn’t sure but if that was a pick up line, he was clueless. I was so not in the mood to deal with a 'talker' let alone someone who uses cheesy pick up lines. I had a terrible day and now have a twelve hour flight ahead of me. I just wanted to be left alone.

"No, I'm not." I said pointedly then continued to situate myself.

Yes, I was being cold. Yes, I was being stand-offish. And, yes, I was trying to give off the anti-social vibe.

Leaning over, completely invading my personal space, "You seem nervous. You're very fidgety." the man said.

Apparently it didn’t work.

Turning in my seat to face him, "Am I annoying you? Because if I am, I'm sure your seat can be moved." I replied turning back in my seat.

Moving back into his own seat, he laughed at my retort. "Nah, I'm good."

Is this man so dense that he doesn't see I have no desire to talk to him? Men can be so blind.

I say I hate flying but really, I don’t. I don't mind smooth and steady. It's the take off and landings that I'm not a fan of. Oh, and turbulence. Turbulence is very bad.

The plane was completely boarded but passengers were still moving about and flight attendants were coming around to help with bags. Thankfully, my company is very generous and when I’m flying for business, I’m always seated in first class. Not only were the seats comfy but you’re always offered a pre-flight beverage and I was looking forward to it.

"Excuse me,” said Michael, our flight attendant, “Would you like something to drink before we depart, Miss Johnson?"

"Yes, may I please have a glass of red wine?"

Wine. Wine makes everything better. No, I take that back, wine and Xanax make everything better, I thought, as I dug through my purse looking for my prescription bottle.

"Mr. Leto, would you like something to drink before we take off?" Michael then asked my annoying seat mate.

"Yes, water, please." He replied turning towards me since he was next to the window and I was in the isle seat.

I kept my eyes forward not wanting to open any further conversation with "Mr. Leto". His name sounded so familiar but I just couldn’t figure out why. From what I could tell, not only does he not understand what personal boundaries are but he's also a total slob.

I watched from the corner of my eye as he pulled his bag from under the seat. It looked like a bomb went off inside it. There was so much stuffed into it, I don't know how he could find anything in it.

Wires tangled around headphones, magazines, books and loose papers sticking up from the pockets. He even had what looked like small packages of nuts and dried fruit falling out on the floor as he continued to try to untangle everything. I sat there, wanting desperately to shake my head at his messiness but I didn’t.

Reaching for my bag, sitting nice and neat at my feet, I pulled out my iPad to listen to some music as I waited for Michael to bring my wine. Slipping my earbuds in my ears, I found my "travel" playlist, leaned my head back and closed my eyes. The sooner I could relax in my 'happy' place, the better.

I was finally at ease when I suddenly felt a bunch of crap being dumped on top of me and I jumped.

"What are you doing?" I asked, angered by the intrusion as I pulled my earbuds out.

"Whoopsie, sorry." Mr. Leto chuckled, "My pile kinda slid your way, I couldn't stop it." he chuckled, reaching over to pick up all of his shit that toppled onto me from the small tray that separated us.

I'm glad one of us thought this was funny because I was not amused. We haven't even taken off yet and I already wanted to kill him.

"No problem." I replied with a tight smile, handing him a book that fell to the floor between my legs.

“Won’t happen again.”

I didn’t even respond, I just rolled my eyes before leaning back once again.

My only thought.... Where the hell was my wine.

Looking around, I saw Michael walking towards me with a glass of wine in his hand.

Thank GOD!

“Thank you, Michael.” I said, as he handed me the glass then handed Mr. Leto the bottle of water he requested.

"We're preparing for take off soon. Please have everything stowed away under your seat with your seat belt fastened." Michael explained.

I nodded as I popped a Xanax in my mouth and washed it down with a sip of wine.

"My name’s Jared." Mr. Leto offered, leaning so far into my space, in order to avoid his intrusion half my body was hanging in the isle.

“Do you not understand personal space, Jared?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Johnson." He smirked, moving back into his space, “Nice to meet ya.”

Jared extends his hand for me to shake which I did. He continued shaking my hand with a questioning look on his face. I tried pulling my hand back but he wouldn’t let go and I realized he was waiting for me to introduce myself.

So irritating!

"Emery, my name is Emery."

"Nice to meet you, Emery." Jared said, finally letting my hand go, all pleased with himself.

I smiled, then drained the rest of my wine. This was going to be a long flight.

“Can I take your glass?" Michael asked.

"Yes, thank you." I said, handing him the glass then popping my earbuds back into my ears.

Leaning back I tried to concentrate on the music as I felt the plane move from the gate. I opened my eyes just slightly and could see us quickly rolling down the runway through the window Jared left open. Pulling my seatbelt tighter then grabbing for the arm rests, I held on as if my life depended on it.

'Please, let this be a smooth flight' I repeated to myself over and over as the g-force pressed my body deeper into the seat.

“Nothing to it.” Jared smiled.

“Uh-huh.” I agreed, trying to be polite.

So far, the flight was smooth and that helped me to relax. Well, that and the additional glass of wine Michael brought me as soon as we hit altitude.

“Michael, you’re the best.” I told him, “Thank you.”

This flight was an overnight flight from Los Angeles to London so we'd be stuck in this aluminum tube for about 12 hours. Like I said before, it's a very long flight especially since it was direct. My plan was to eat, pass out then wake up for breakfast just before we land. I wanted to be awake as little as possible. I had work to do but if everything went as planned, I’d be able to finish that once I got to the hotel in the morning just before my meeting.

Dinner was served almost immediately which was nice because I could already feel the wine and Xanax were beginning to kick in.

"Foods pretty good, isn't it?" Jared commented, taking a large fork full of salad and shoving it in his mouth.

Maybe it was the mixture of wine and Xanax or maybe now that I'm more relaxed and not so stressed, I realized Jared was actually more than just cute. He was straight up HOT, I had to try not to stare.

Jared wore his hair long but today it was in a bun that sat low on his neck and he had a neatly trimmed beard. The part of him that was truly captivating though were his eyes. The were the bluest eyes I think I’ve ever seen.

Trying not to be obvious I was checking him out, I just glanced in his direction. He was gorgeous but the sloppiness was a turn off. Holy hell, this man needed someone to organize him in a seriously bad way.

As people finished dinner and the flight attendants picked up the trays, everyone started to settle in for the longest part of the flight. The shades were drawn on the windows and the lights were turned out. Some left their individual lights on but otherwise it was dark and quiet.

Even Jared was sitting quietly reading with his earbuds in. My semi hostile attitude must have scared him off and he gave up because he hadn't said a word since his comment about the food. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, I suppose. I was tired and drugged, my patience would only last so long and he seemed to be the person that once you got him started he probably wouldn't stop. Better to not go there in the first place no matter how pretty he was to look at.

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I'm shook. Dean actually admitted that Chuck doesn't care, that Chuck just left and ignored all of his responsibilities. I thought Dean was pro-Chuck, I mean, he called Chuck a bestie, didn't he? I'm not sure if he really resents Chuck or he was just too depressed to think straight. I'm still shook though. (Oh, and if you're feeling unwell I hope you recover. I wish you luck. May October be kind to you.)

Aahhh, thank you. :P And yeah, I’ve been sick since Walker-Stalker Philly a few weeks ago, stupid con crud that turned into bronchitis because I am a weakling with no immune system. :D

I’ve also been debating whether I should write tonight (fic, which I have a deadline of december 2 on and I’m not even close to finished on), or if I should write a long meta on Fathers, or if I should just go to sleep and try again tomorrow. But this bit about Chuck, and how Dean feels about Chuck as an absent father figure, would factor into that meta.

I mean Dean’s always held a grudge against God since… ever probably, but at least in text as far back as 5.02 when Cas set out in search of God to help stop the apocalypse. Chuck never really grew into anything Dean could really respect any more than that, you know? Even the burden Chuck laid on him at the end of s11 wasn’t what Dean wanted. Dean had his ENTIRE LIFE ruined because of Chuck’s inability to clean up his own mess, and then suddenly Dean fixes it FOR him, and Chuck just sashays off into the sunset with Amara and again lays the entire burden for taking care of EVERYTHING at Dean’s feet… but Dean’s still just a guy doing a job. He doesn’t have Cosmic God Powers to just fix stuff when it goes wrong. How the hell is he meant to take care of the entire world?

He does try, though. Oh, how he tries. Until it crushes and breaks him.

(and whoopsie this is actually shaping up to BE that meta on fathers I’ve been thinking about, so guess how I’m gonna spend the next hour! WHEEE! *tosses fic writing plans out the window*)

I’ll start with the easiest one: Dean referring to Chuck as his bestie. In 12.04:

Gail: Do you know God, gentlemen?Dean: Oh yeah. Yeah, we’re- we’re besties.

Said with about 9 tons of sarcasm. I’d find a gif to demonstrate just how done Dean was in that scene, but he was pretty much done with EVERYTHING in 12.04. I think that nicely sums up his attitude going into that conversation.

But yes, I 100% do feel like Dean resents Chuck– for laying this burden on him and not giving him ANYTHING else. He laid this out to Chuck’s face in 11.21:

Dean: Here’s the thing, um…Chuck… And I mean no disrespect. Um… I’m guessing you came back to help with the Darkness, and that’s great. That’s, you know – It’s fantastic. Um, but you’ve been gone a – a… long, long time. And there’s so much crap that has gone down on the Earth for thousands of years. I mean, plagues and wars, slaughters. And you were, I don’t know, writing books, going to fan conventions. Were you even aware, o-or did you just tune it out?Chuck: I was aware, Dean.Dean: But you did nothing. And, again, I-I’m not trying to piss you off. You know, I don’t want to turn into a pillar of salt.Chuck: I actually… didn’t do that.Dean: Okay. People – People pray to you. People build churches for you. They fight wars in your name, and you did nothing.Chuck: You’re frustrated. I get it. Believe me, I was hands-on – Real hands-on for, wow, ages. I was so sure if I kept stepping in, teaching, punishing, that these beautiful creatures that I created… would grow up. But it only stayed the same. And I saw that I needed to step away and let my baby find its way. Being overinvolved is no longer parenting. [Sighs] It’s enabling.Dean: But it didn’t get better.Chuck: Well, I’ve been mulling it over. And from where I sit, I think it has.Dean: Well, from where I sit, it feels like you left us and you’re trying to justify it.Chuck: I know you had a complicated upbringing, Dean, but don’t confuse me with your dad.

And that’s it, really. The crux of Dean’s feelings toward Chuck. And that never really changed. Dean still had to take the burden of sacrifice on HIMSELF (carrying the Soul Bomb to Amara) because Chuck didn’t or couldn’t or just wouldn’t. It wasn’t Chuck that saved the world there, it was Dean using his words with Amara, dragging Chuck kicking and screaming into the conversation.

Okay, not kicking and screaming, more like whimpering and huddling… whatever… :P

But Chuck told Dean not to confuse him with John, and mistake his own “complicated upbringing” for Chuck’s “parenting” of the entire universe. And yet… as above, so below. And Chuck himself “chose” Dean as his mirror.

Then we have Dean’s own complicated Father Issues, from how John raised him, to how he was forced to raise Sam. As he said in 12.22 to Mary, he was forced to not only be a father to Sam, but a mother as well. And it wasn’t fair to Dean, and he hated Mary for her deal that put him in that position in the first place. What was unsaid there, but plain as day anyway, was that he hated John for it, too.

Lizbob and I were talking earlier about how Jack was describing the fact that he WAS his mother for a while before he was born, and how the very act of his birth sucked the life out of Kelly, and how that was a horrifying metaphor for motherhood, but Dean has said it himself, of Sam. Back in 10.03, when Sam was curing him of being a demon:

DEAN: You notice I tried to get as far away from you as possible? Away from your whining, your complaining. I chose the King of Hell over you! Maybe I was just … tired of babysitting you. Or always having to yank your lame ass out of the fire since … [Dean laughs.] Forever. Or maybe … Maybe it was the fact that my mother would still be alive if it wasn’t for you. That your very existence sucked the life out of my life!SAM: This isn’t my brother talking.DEAN: You never had a brother! Just an excuse for not manning up. But guess what: I quit.SAM: No. No, you don’t. You don’t get to quit. We don’t get to quit in this family! This family is all we have ever had!DEAN: Well, then, we got nothin’.SAM: Would you say that to Dad?DEAN: Dad? Oh, there’s a prize. There’s a man who brainwashed us into wasting our lives fighting his losing battle!

Sam’s “very existence sucked the life” out of Dean’s life, just like Jack literally did to his mother, just TWO EPISODES AFTER Dean broke through to Mary with his confession about the horrors of his life, and his anger over having to be both mother and father to Sam.

And this was about the point I hit my EUREKA! moment over why the idea of Dean being forced to be a parent to Jack just pushed every NOPE NOPE NOPE button in my entire body. Because he’s JUST NOW finally letting go of feeling like his entire life had been one long forced obligation to be a parent to Sam, and now here’s this new pseudo-manbaby with frightening and potentially Dangerous Magical Abilities who needs parenting and looking after that was foisted on him against his will AGAIN.

I mean, it’s like the ultimate in Cosmically Un-Fucking-Fair.

And even the notion that Cas should be responsible for “parenting” the giant nougat-loving nuke in lost-and-found clothes just… sits so wrong with me for the exact same reason. How long has Cas been a guardian to Dean? How big was the whole “You aren’t our babysitter” theme last season? That Cas never really had time to internalize before Jack hijacked Cas’s “babysitter” instincts for his own purposes?

Yes, it’s sweet and I can see that the parallels between Jack and Cas are being written really well so far, but the cutesy Cas-as-Jack’s-Daddy stuff just physically sickens me (which is saying something considering how physically sick I am as a baseline here…). I don’t think it’s “cute.” And I’m saying this as someone who LOVES Jack as a character.

Kelly (who was literally already “dead” at the point she met Cas, and was technically– according to Jack himself– already “Jack” at that point) had sized up Cas and decided that he would make a good guardian for Jack, and that Dagon would make a bad guardian for him, and took matters into her own hands in order to make that happen. Literally took Cas’s hand without his permission, after he’d declined to touch her stomach, and then forced his hand again after literally hijacking Baby and driving Cas to the scene of her “vision.” Then literally taking Cas’s hand again to force events to unfold as they had in the vision, without regard to any of the other horrors that played out as a result– such as Joshua having been killed by Dagon, the Colt being destroyed, Sam and Dean being hurt, Cas nearly getting killed, and then zapping enough power through Cas to kill Dagon, a being of a type we’ve only ever seen harmed by the Colt and the Lance of Michael. It was clear early on that Jack had Serious Power and yet we see he has practically NO CONTROL over it.

I am soooo tempted to apply a little bit of Miriam’s description of Becky to Jack…

He sees something he wants and just takes it without a thought for who it might hurt. He took candy from the vending machine in 13.01, but… he kinda did that to Cas, too. Even before he was born, he saw the sort of devotion Cas had to the people he cared about and even if he didn’t understand WHY, he understood through Kelly that this was something he would need for himself. So he took it, even if it might hurt other people.

Just like he flung his power out at the sheriff when she touched him while he was being assaulted by angel radio. He didn’t intend to hurt her, but he was already in pain and frightened and that’s just how his power works for him right now… as if it’s “him but not him.” Almost like it’s an independent entity that’s in Extreme Self-Protection Mode.

That’s how Miriam described Dean, as someone who takes things and breaks things no matter who it hurts. But really… that’s not Dean, and that’s not Jack either– or at least not what Jack would CHOOSE to be. But from the outside, it kinda looks that way.

So, yeah, I LOVE the idea that Sam is finally getting a turn at forced parenthood from the other side of the equation. It fits beautifully with his own arc toward self-forgiveness and acceptance of his own powers and feelings of whether or not he was inherently evil because of what had been done to him as a baby. I LOVE the idea that Sam will get to experience being a father and mother to someone going through much the same things he did all his life (albeit as an adult, which was not a luxury Dean had when he was forced into a parental role at the age of almost five).

But for Dean? I’m horrified that this has been forced on him again. And for Cas? The fact it’s not something he chose of his own free will, nor gave informed consent to before he was sock-puppeted into becoming Jack’s babysitter… yeah, I find it moderately to seriously disturbing…

And for the sake little baby Jesus, I AM NOT IMPLYING THAT JACK IS EVIL. I AM NOT IMPLYING THAT JACK IS NOT “GOOD.” Good and evil are entirely irrelevant to this conversation.

But Jack’s power did something to Kelly. And it did something to Cas. It wasn’t done with malicious intent, but IT WAS DONE TO THEM. And it’s something that severely limited their free will. We’ve seen how Jack’s power works, without his active CHOICE to make stuff happen. He’s on a fight or flight sort of level with it right now, and it just happens to be set to overkill, you know? I’m sure he’ll get a better handle on it eventually, but I think it’s also going to be a vulnerability that others may try to exploit (enter Asmodeus, or potentially AU Michael, and possibly eventually Lucifer… this isn’t going to be an easy journey for Jack).

Anyway I think I’ve wandered so far off topic of your original question, but congrats, you won the Which Question Will Result In Actual Meta award this week! :P

I think it’s been more than an hour. *checks clock* *what even is time anymore* It’s definitely been more than an hour.

#kajuned #spn s13 spoilers #spn 13.01 #oh DEAN #sam fucking winchester #castiel winchester #jack nougat winchester #if you say 'mysterious ways' so help me i will kick your ass #the ghost of john winchester #winchester family dynamics #that's what free will is #the special agony of brainwashing #i know i should be sticking other tags on here but it's after 1 am and i am officially out of brain now

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Behind Those Eyes

Chapter 13

I am not sane, I decided. That much was apparent when Heathen interrupted a conversation I was having with him, by walking into the room. Or did he? He disappeared so quickly, maybe he was never there. So I'm not fully there, I thought, but I'm mostly there. As if her mind was listening and wanted to prove her wrong, she started randomly babbling, startling Mime who was sitting in the corner of the room.

"Jeez," she said, putting her head in her hands looking bored. "It was fun for a bit but now you're just boring. You don't banter anymore. You just sit there, talking to yourself. I bet you can't even hear me, huh?" She stood up and walked over to me, sticking her face in mine, making weird expressions, trying to get a reaction.

Quick as lightning, I drew my head back and smashed in into Mime's as hard as I could. I needed to knock her out, and I have healing powers. I can survive this.

She crumpled to the ground, and not a minute later the door opened and in rushed Heathen and Peculiar. I laughed like a crazy woman, and they faltered.

"Is he still wack?" Heathen muttered to Peculiar.

She frowned, "I think."

"What do you mean, you think?" Heathen rounded on his companion. "Can't you feel this or something?"

Peculiar rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "It doesn't work like that. I just kiss them and they go crazy. "

I laughed again and they looked at me, seemingly satisfied with my answer. It was then I noticed something. I could feel my shapeshifting powers. The door being open lifted the dampener. I grinned, and shifted into a small snake. Hiss hiss.

Peculiar glanced back at me and let out a scream, jumping as far back as possible. Ha ha! I slithered down the chair, ignoring the burns in weird parts of my new body due to the ropes. I practically flew at the door, my freedom in sight. Until a boot came down, narrowly missing my head. Whoopsie.

"I don't think so," Heathen growled. Well too bad, because I say so.

I shifted again, my body becoming taller and thicker, muscles straining against my suit, pushing the limit of the fabric. I was now Dwayne the Rock Johnson. He intimidated everyone, there was no denying it. Heathen took a step backwards, and I smirked.

I bowled him over and dashed for the door, coming out into a hallway.

A hallway I knew.

There was no way, I had to be seeing things.

There's no way.

. . .

The Seniors were gone again.

Cole and Legion came back to a quiet cave, finding Rellik, Aerglo, Mayhem, Nova, Phoenix and Mazus sitting together in the lounge. They had the news on, and it wasn't good. On the screen, Waya and the other Seniors were walking across the clearing in the park, and on the other side was Aella, Genocide and Mime, standing behind dozens of hired hands.

Totally not fair.

"What's going on?" Cole asked.

"Waya got a message an hour ago, from Aella, saying that they wanted to meet. They want to trade Chameleon for something, he didn't say." Mazus answered, eyes glued to the screen.

"For power," a voice said. They all turned to look and lo and behold, is was Nessa, standing in the doorway.

What the hell.

. . .

I knew this hallway. It was the one that led from outside to the entrance behind the fridge in the kitchen. I saw this hallway almost every day, it was the closest to the orphanage. How long have I been right under their noses? I followed the path until I got to the gap behind the fridge. While in there, I noticed how hungry I was, and grabbed some food. Munching on a Clif bar, I hurried through the halls looking for people. I finally found them, eyes glued to the TV in the living room.

Kids these days.

"Waya got a message an hour ago, from Aella, saying that they wanted to meet. They want to trade Chameleon for something, he didn't say." Mazus was saying. Hey, Chameleon, that's me. Nova, Phoenix, Rellik, Aerglo and Mayhem were sitting on the couch, and Legion was standing next to me.

Someone was wearing my body. I hope it's Cole and the villains didn't find a way to replace me. Unless I am the replacement. Huh. My mind was still a little messed up. I was speaking before I fully registered everything, saying, "For power."

They all turned to look at me, and a few jaws dropped. I wiggled my fingers at them, taking another bite. "We don't have time to be mushy, we've got a big problem.

I got hugs anyway. Aw, nice to know they care.

"Okay, so that was very much a distraction, because I know where the villains lair is. Yes, I'm going with lair, probably because my mind is still broken." Legion snapped his head up to look at me. "Peculiar," I waved him off. He only frowned. I looked back down at my food, my stomach rumbling. Stupid powers being based off how much I eat.

"Nessa," Cole said softly. "You've been gone three months.

I froze. All you could hear was the sizzling of my burger. "Three months." I asked. Was I still talking to myself?

"Three months," Jay confirmed.

"Jesus," it slipped out. I sighed, shaking my head. "No wonder,"

"No wonder what," Rellik asked.

"No wonder they got careless with me." I scoffed. I didn't have the words to explain how I was feeling right now. Anger? Sadness? Apathy? Was I even feeling anything, was I even really here? "Not only was I insane, they had had me for three months without you guys finding them."

"We tried," Rellik said quietly. "We really tried Cammie but there's so much we can't do, you know this. And the Director wasn't even helping."

Splash!

The Director.

My mind felt like something in it had snapped again, and I bent over clutching it. I didn't realise I had let out a shout, but Nova, who was closest to me, reached out and held me up. I was practically putting all my weight on her. I gasped, the sensation of cold water dripping down the inside of my head, down my spine. It wasn't on the outside, it was on the inside. How is that possible? And then everything sharpened.

"The Director." I murmured. I stood up straight, my food abandoned. I took off down the hall and too one of the exits, remembering that he had been on the TV across from Waya. Their meeting. He was planning something.

"Come on," I shouted over my shoulder. "They'll need our help."

. . .

We got to the park not five minutes later, pulling up on the far side of the grass. I rushed out of the van, sprouting wings and flying over as fast as I could. My energy was already low, I couldn't afford to keep them. "Genocide!" I screamed, the familiar red washing over me. My body felt like it was charged with electricity, but the electricity felt temporary. I ignored it, focusing on the words coming back to me.

Genocide is the Director.

Why did Aella tell me that? Why did she go with them in the first place? I had so many questions and a strong feeling next to none of them would be answered.

Go figure.

"You!" I screamed, practically falling on Genocide and punching him directly in the face. "You lying evil little cockroach!"

He stumbled backwards, waving his arms wildly to regain his balance, nearly tripping over his own feet. He stabilised, and looked right at me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Aella shaking her head wildly, but I was too far gone. My rage had consumed me.

"You sit there, high in your comfy seat, while people die for you and you pull this?" I was screaming. Everything was silent. You could head my laboured breathing. Somewhere in the distance I heard footsteps, and assumed it was my backup. Or it could be the hired hands. Either way I'm going to get to punch someone. Good.

He said nothing, just staring at me. "Ahhhhh!" I screamed in his face. I got rid of my wings and launched myself at him, leading with my fist.

The fight didn't last long. He had never been good at defending himself, and my second home was the Training Pit. The others just watched as I beat him, doing nothing. They knew who is he. They understood.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Cammie," Legion said softly. "Enough."

"Never," I whispered harshly. "It'll never be enough. Not for all the pain he's caused."

"You're acting like you know something we don't," came the reply.

"That's because I do," I turned to face him. "Kev, he's not who we thought he was. Or maybe he's exactly who we thought he was going to be." I turned back to the man knelt on the ground at my feet, and ripped off his mask, revealing Ryan K. Thomas.

Murmurs from the crowd of surrounded heroes broke out. "How could he," I heard somewhere off to the back. "He deserves a longer beating," Rellik spat angrily. He was there, he was there the whole time. He was right underneath our noses. He killed so many of my friends, and for what. To have control? I didn't want to know.

"Matt, Tina, Keegan," I said heavily. You killed three of my close friends, and countless others. Does the K stand for Killer?" And it clicked. Jacks said beware killer. That's what he meant.

He started laughing, laughing slow and quiet and then fast and loud. And he wouldn't stop. Before I could process he leapt up,

grabbed my shoulder,

and thrust his arm forward.

But nothing ever came. No fire, no ice. No nothing. Because Legion was standing right in front of me, with the tip of a knife sticking out of his stomach, right above his belly button.

Splash! No more buddy.

My heart beat loud and slow in my ears, and almost in slow motion Genocide ripped his arm backwards, pulling the blade from my dearest friend's body.

"NNOOOOO!!" I screamed.

His body crumpled and I caught him, falling to the ground together. I heard screams of rage behind me and bodies hitting bodies. I glanced around quickly, seeing Nova blast two men at once, Rellik manipulating another man holding a wicked looking knife coming right for me, Waya yelled Flight! somewhere in the distance, and he appeared in the sky, carrying Aerglo. Mazus and Cole stood on either side of me, defending us from those who would wish us harm.

I am eternally grateful for my friends. One of which was dying in my arms.

I was sobbing, I knew Geronimo wouldn't be able to heal this.

"Hes...tia..." I heard. I leaned down and pressed my forehead to his.

"You're gonna be okay," I said thickly. "I'm going to fix you."

I pushed gently, moving my magic through my arms into his shoulders, feeling it travel down to his abdomen. The wound was surrounded in blackness, and it took me a while to realise the blade had been poisoned. No, no no no this couldn't be happening. Not him. Stop taking my best friends from me.

I pushed harder, feeling him slip away from me. This couldn't be happening.

And then he was gone.

I screamed and screamed and screamed,

and my body answered back with it's own scream.

Something exploded inside of me, and waves of energy poured off of me. I opened my eyes, barely able to see, almost unable to believe what I was seeing. Lightning was arcing off of me, the exact shade as the lightning that hit me. I didn't understand what was happening. I looked down at my hands, and they were glowing. A faint blue light was emanating from underneath them. I held them up to my face in wonder, and then as if possessed by someone else, lightly placed them on top of Kev's chest.

And pushed.

Clear!

He gasped, back arching upwards. He breathed heavily, staring up at the sky. "Ohhhh that wasn't fun."

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Are You The One Recap: Gio Olympics 2016—Everyone Is A Fucking Loser

Wooohoo, were back. Last week was a fresh and raging shitstorm and I gotta say, I was really looking forward to this week and holy shit did it not disappoint. Im sure cast members took a long, collective groan when they saw this episode and remembered that bitchy girl on the internet is going to destroy them the next day in the recap.

So lets give the people what they want, shall we?

They all are like, “FUCK WE SUCK AT THIS” after getting 4 beams, 4 weeks in a goddam row. Prosper suggests a good old fashioned orgy, because hes a thinker! They all just need to have sex morethats clearly what theyre missing.

PROSPER: There was a moment last night, when she was sandwiched between the two Finnish dwarves and the Maori tribesmen, where I thought,

Gios like hey Prosper, thanks for having my back when I acted like a psycho on TV back there and Prosper is like Id really like to be excluded from this narrative.

Gios like I tried to fight Stephen because of principle and is like if I let one person do it, everyone will. Gio is like an anamorph with some of the shit he says. Everytime he says something that sounds so fucking stupid you want to shove your head into a blender, he morphs further and further into his final form: Donald Trump.

Julias like “I know I should be sad that everyone is fighting over me, but like, Im so happy.” Its not her fault shes so popular!! Meanwhile Stephen is like “LOVE ME PLEASE” and is crying in the confessional. Jesus Christits looking like a tequila kind of night.

Everyone is like they havent even kissed yet!!! which is low-key embarrassing. Its one thing to be pussy whipped when you are, shall we say, getting said pussy.

Julias like KISSING IS HUGEits more important than sex!! Well, one can lead to a child and the other cant, so lets just go with thats wrongthough there are a million Mormon mothers out there who agree with you. Seriously, I had a more intimate relationship in 6th grade.

MORMON MOMS EVERYWHERE: Honey you can only watch MTV if its to watch that nice girl with the overbite who is ABSTAINING. Now come on, get your helmet on and go sell the word of God!

Kaylen and John learn they have a lot in commonmostly just that they cant stand their parents. Thrilling stuff really. I like them both so I wouldnt be mad, just more confused. Yes, very confused.

THE GAME

YES, best part of the season: the dudes exes are here. The girls are so pumped and the guys are trying to find the tallest building to jump off.

The exes come out and they are disappointing to say the least. Def bottom tier sorority status. But hey, yall got a free trip to Maui so like, good job. Congrats on dating losers, I guess it worked out in the end.

Tylers like my ex threw a box of wine at my head, which is a little embarrassing for several reasons. First of all, you just admitted you’re poor. I havent drank boxed wine since I was 19 in a frat house (aka Morgans mothership). And for maximum damage, you should always throw a bottle. And this has been another episode of: teaching someone very obvious things!

The dudes pair with their exes and they get asked questionswhoever answers the most similarly gets a point. Propser doesnt have an ex because his longest relationship was three weeks LOLLLLL. He basically has to sit it out because he ghosts too much. Im weak.

Question 1: Does your ex still think youre a good catch?

Gios ex is like, . Hes immature and Kaylens like Hes also fucking crazy, dont forget that yall. John, Asaf, Stephen and Cam get it right. Moving on.

Question 2: In one word how did your ex describe your relationship?

Gio gets a match because he said crazy and she said ridiculous. At least Gio fucking knows hes crazy. Admitting is the first step.

Morgans ex said that hes really smart and he acts like a stupid frat boy and its like, LOL okay. Whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep at night, honey. Maybe if you keep telling yourself you didnt date TFMs poster boy, you might retain some self-respect. I get it.

Toris like WOW hes so deep! Underneath all that muscle and that abnormally square head, he has a heart! Fucking incredible.

Question 3: Does your ex think youre ready to settle down?

Everyone says no. Im sure your matches are PUMPED. Johns very excited about this*fist bumps everyone around him* *pounds beer and crushes it on his forehead* *screams FUCK YEAH MERICA!*

Question 4:What animal best describes your personality?

Tylers ex is literally here to ruin lives, Im low-key living for it.

RYAN: What animal is Tyler? EX: Dog shit RYAN: Thats not an animal EX: RYAN: EX: RYAN: Okay, dog shit it is.

Stephen keeps getting them wrong and Gio keeps getting them rightmostly because every answer has been something like crazy, psycho or horrible. Gios like know yourself, know your worth.

Its down to John, Gio and Cam and Stephen is praying that John/Cam win. Putting your faith in Cam is like waiting for rain in this droughtuseless and disappointing (name that movie, Sam.)

Last Question: Does your ex think you still have feelings for her?

Cam, of course answers it incorrectly, so its John and Gio. Its also, dare I say, fucking lit.

John picks Kaylen and Gio picks, of course, Julia. Talk about the most awkward double date ever. This has given me life.

Julia and Stephen are talking and Stephen is like freaking out about Gio and Julia. He def very worried that Gio may be right.

STEPHEN: That plan is crazy JULIA: I know STEPHEN: So crazy. It just might work

Gios like “I NEED TO MOVE FORWARD OTHERWISE IM GONNA RUIN EVERYTHING FOR ALL OF YOU FUCKERS.” Basically, Gio is a giant asshole. Case closed, bring in the dancing lobsters.

There is a lot of mixed opinions here. Some want to vote Julia/Gio in because itll end this shit, some dont want to waste a truth booth.

HALF THE HOUSE: Im voting for Regina George because she got hit by a bus. THE OTHER HALF OF THE HOUSE: Im voting for Cady heron because shes the one that pushed her.

Prosper and Bagel are cuddling and laughing and let me tell you, I never saw this coming. Hes like youre sexy and Bagels like “I KNOW.” Our self-conscious little Bagel has grown into a confident young pastry *tear.

Tori and Morgan are in a room talking about repopulating the world and other totally relevant shit. Morgan is clearly hammered and is feeling on her ass, talking about her giant ass belly button.

Shes like I had to grow into my belly button and hes like “AH SO THATS WHY YOU GAINED WEIGHT.” YOOOOOOOO, that shit was loaded. Remember that big heart and big brain Morgan supposedly has? Best joke thats been told on this show.

He then is like NO NO THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT! and then is like I wish your ass was fatter. This whole conversation could honestly go down in history as the worst thing to ever exist. Wow, bravo to all involved.

THE WORLDS MOST UNCOMFORTABLE DATE AKA EVERYTHING I HAVE EVER WANTED

For the date, they are going wakeboarding, where Stephen hopes Gio accidently drowns, whoopsie. John gets up on the wake board and Kaylens like And yeah, she really does fucking suck.

BUT ENOUGH ABOUT THOSE TWO!!! Gio keeps touching Julia and shes like kinda uncomfortable, kinda not stopping it, which is the story of Julias life.

Mind you, this girl believes kissing is like the ultimate commitment while Gios like, a sex addict.

CHAZZ MICHAEL MICHAELS/GIO: I’m a sex addict. It’s my cross to bear. It’s a real disease with doctors and medicine and everything!

Gios like if I leave here without you I have nothing! and its like, we get it, youre homeless. She says they only have a physical connection and hes like “I KNOW ISNT IT GREAT!?!”

GIO: *plays music* You and me baby aint nothing but mammals so lets do it like they do on the Discovery Channel

They argue the whole time and Gio is like YOURE MINE. Honestly, this dude needs to be put in a psych ward, not a homeless shelter. What are you gonna do, Gio? Fucking share a cot with Julia? Make her hold the sign while you panhandle?

TRUTH BOOTH

Gios like “When I won the challenge, it was amazing. Like fate, karma, the universe, anal sex. But now I feel jipped. What did he expect? They were gonna start fucking on the wakeboarding date?

Gio believes there is still a chance that Julia becomes so afraid for her safety she finally submits to himhes really holding out for that.

Obviously, Julia and Gio are voted to the truth booth. Stephen is like “THIS COULD CHANGE MY LIFE” and its like, nah probs not but ok.

John is pissed because, hes right, they fucking blew a truth booth on this bullshit. Its like, very clear that they are not a match and they just blew this whole thing.

Gios like the house is gonna feel stupid AF and Morgans like NO, youre gonna feel stupidwhen were like, right and stuff. ANYWAYS YOURE FAT!

While Gios planning his hostile takeover of Julias bed, shes like should I cut my wrist horizontally or vertically?

Im on edge and drinking excessively. This is low-key nerve wracking. But the results are in.

Hey Gio? Are you a 90s band that peaked with one song about cocaine? BECAUSE YOUR THIRD EYE IS BLIND, BITCH. NO MATCH FOR GIO AND JULIA, DO NOT PASS GO, DO NOT COLLECT TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS.

GIO, SADLY SINGING: I want somethin else *tear* to get me through this, semi-charmed kind of life, baby baby

And Julias like “there is someone out there for you, but that girl is NOT ME. FUCK YES!” Hes like in there crying and shes like checking her watch like, can we go now?

Stephen is crying too wtf is going on? Johns like consoling him and seriously, Ive seen less tears in my sorority house.

Julias like there, there Gio. Youve been through worse. Yeah honestly Gio, youve lived on the fucking streets. This is the least of your problems.

They come back and John is like and tells Gio that he needs to apologize to the group, Stephen and Julia. Honestly, Im a few tequila shots deep, because my life now consists of drinking alone and watching MTV reality shows, and Im all about John rn. Like is he really sexy or am I fucking hammered?

The conversation goes like: JOHN: Apologize GIO: no JOHN: please die

Julia thanks Stephen for being by her side and dealing with the fact she has never kissed him and he still tries to fight dudes twice his size. And finally they kiss. Aw, Julias first kiss! Babys first rave, babys first rave!

GIO, STILL CRYING AND SINGING: I wish you would step out from that ledge my friend.

The next day, Asaf and Franny are messing around and making out and hes like SHE VERY FUN, hehe. My mom and I discussed this whole thing in a riveting conversation below:

Morgan and the team get a meeting together and decide to do 100% new couples, except Asaf and Camille, because they are probs a match. This is a terrible idea. But Im here for it.

Stephen is like “THIS IS BULLSHIT! I want to pick Julia!” Im ready to put this whole relationship to bed, honestly.

MATCHUP CEREMONY

Ryan is wearing a fugly gray shirt that fades into plaid. Seriously that shit looks like the Sean John collection circa 11. Yikes.

Gio is up first and Ryan is like how did it feel to be wrong? Gios like Well sometimes the third eye has blurry vision, ya know? Who could say?

Gio kind of apologizes to Stephen, but not really.

GIO: I dont hate you because you’re fat; you’re fat because I hate you.

Gio picks Nicegirl Nicole, which is funny because she is the one who looks like she hates him the most half the time.

Prosper picks Franny and Ryans like OKAY, what the fuck are you people doing? Franny explains the strategy and Ryans like, Well arent you all just a bunch of loveable asswipes?

Stephen is up next. Hes like Waiting for that kiss was so worth it. Now hes just gotta wait for his balls to drop.

Ryans like “Are you going to pick Julia” and Morgans like bro Ill fucking haze the shit out of you bro if you fucking do thatFATASS! Of course, he goes against the grain and picks Julia. Ah, selfish men and criers, Julia has a type.

They start making out in front of everyone like Mormon moms everywhere are turning off their TVs, cursing that sinning whore Julia.

Tyler picks Bagel.

Cam picks Tori.

All the confirmed perfect matches at this point are like

Morgan picks Victoria.

Asaf says he thinks Franny is the one, which is very weird since a few weeks ago she was like his sister. Ryans like You mad youre not with her? and hes like STRATEGY, VERY NICE.

Asaf is like Acting like hes fucking jumping on a bomb instead of picking a girl to sit by for 3 minutes. John and Kaylen ARE last and they look miserable.

Kaylens like Gio I loved you and you fucking blew it and were wrong!!! Uh, you two arent a match either? Time to move the fuck on.

Of course, true to the martyr theme we got going here, hes like

RYAN:If you loved her you wouldnt have left her GIO: Honestly I feel so attacked right now

Suddenly Gio is saying that everything he did was for Kaylen. Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.

Like a speech from a riveting sports movie, Camille is like NO YOU FIGURE THIS SHIT OUT AND HELP US WIN THIS MONEY and everyone claps along. Like yeah Gio, lets go out there and win this fucking game! And Gios likehmmm, maybe some money and future prospects in life would be cool.

Were waiting for the beams and they arent coming. HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT. This is not a thing rn. OH, but it isTHEY GET A BLACKOUT.

This means Stephen/Julia, John/Kaylen AND Camille/Asaf arent matches. I think all 10,000 people who watch this show are stunned into shock.

They just lost 250,000 dollars, as Victoria so eloquently screams. Looks like youll be drinking boxed wine forever, Tyler.

Wow, this shit. This shit practically wrote itself. How did Gios third eye not see this coming?

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