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legally binded - 3
Jenna Ortega x F!Reader
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Chapter 3: Movie Premieres, SNL and Quarrels
Summary: After getting caught in some hot waters with the press, you are forced into an unexpected agreement with America's sweetheart, Jenna Ortega to save your career.
Warnings/Tags: dual!pov, famous!reader, actress!reader, mentions of hard substances, intoxication, mature language, real people (do not read if any of these makes you uncomfortable)
(this is all fiction!)
Note: Otherwise known as the One in New York. What do you guys think about R and Jenna's dynamic so far? 👀 (taking a break for a few days/maybe a week after I post this, I think I've kept you all fed for a bit while I'm gone lol, in the meantime, send asks I'll try to answer all of them!😋)
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“You get on that plane and I’ll drop you as a client.” Jake’s voice rings out from your work phone.
“What the fuck, Jake, are you serious?!” You seethe, practically red in the face.
You have been on the phone with Jake for the last hour – Liv refuses to pick up your calls after you blew up the group chat, rehashing your argument with Jenna. Desperately pleading to fly back home because you couldn’t stand being in the same city as the actress, at the moment.
You couldn't even think about her words without it making your blood boil.
“Fuck yeah, I’m serious. Do you know what time it is here?”
Glancing at the clock it read 3:46 A.M. EST, you roll your eyes. “It’s just past midnight in L.A. You won’t die if you don’t get eight hours of sleep.”
“Be quiet. I don’t wanna hear another word from you.” He nearly shouts and you imagine that one vein popping through his forehead. You liked to stare at it when Jake goes off on his shouting tangents at you.
He never notices that you're not paying attention.
“Maybe we should get Liv on the phone or maybe Sarah?” Link glances at you worriedly.
He hates seeing you so riled up, so he often played the middle-man with your quarrels against Jake and Liv.
“Liv says she doesn’t wanna hear it. Sarah says forget it and I’m saying, I’m not fucking around this time Y/N, this is your last chance. I’m over your shit.” He hangs up the phone, leaving the line dead.
You jump face-first into the stiff bed, groaning loudly.
“Looks like you’re outta luck.” He pats you back, leaving you to sulk alone as he shuts the door. “Try to get some sleep.”
There was no way you ended up in this situation.
You guess, it was fair to acknowledge your recent streak of bad behaviour. First, it was tame — ignoring your phone, running away to party, getting mixed in the wrong crowds – eventually, Link had to start dragging you out of bed by the legs (sometimes kicking and screaming) just to make it in time for a gig.
You’re not sure when all of this started. All you knew is that you were so tired. You just wanted one second to breathe; to feel like that young child again, with hopes and dreams. But no, someone was always hovering over your shoulder ready to drag you away to another event you could care less about.
You close your eyes, allowing the jetlag and exhaustion to set in as your body moulds into the mattress.
–
The next day, you find yourself standing in front of Jenna’s hotel room. The large double door looks menacing and faintly, you can already hear a bustle on the other side. You really didn’t want to knock but you know what was on the line so you swallow your pride and raise a fist to knock.
But before you can knock, the door is opening revealing a girl, with dirty blonde hair bearing a semblance to a certain actress. “Oh, hi!”
“Hello.” You greet warmly.
“I’m Aliyah. Jenna’s younger sister.” She holds her free hand out.
You shake her hand, “Nice to meet you, I’m–”
“I know who you are.” She smiled then laughed, “Everyone knows who you are.”
You chuckled, shyly nodding. “I guess.”
“Are you two done?” Jenna suddenly appears, yanking the door wider so you can see her. Her makeup complements her well; the green bustier two-piece looked expertly crafted just for her; and the way her hair fell in soft waves framed her face nicely.
“Hi…” You say a little vacant-sounding.
You don’t say anything else.
From the corner of your eye, you see her sister’s raised brow but you think you’re imagining it because you can’t keep your gaze off of Jenna. The actress raises her brow at you, impatient.
“What did you need?” She asks.
“Uh—I wanted to talk, about last night."
Jenna watches you momentarily before rolling her eyes; pulling you inside with a rough yank. “Get inside before someone sees you — Aliyah close the door.”
You stumble, still a little dazed but the smaller girl’s nails are gripping your arm painfully making you snap out of it.
“Ow, ow, ow.” You whisper, not inattentive to the multiple people scattered around the large room.
“Guys, this is Y/N.” She ignored your complaints and pulled you past the foyer into the living room – her entire team had taken refuge in the room to get the star ready for a day of press interviews.
Various echoes of your name and greetings are sent back to you but you certainly don’t miss the awkward tension in the room started by your sudden presence.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt, I can just go.” You point behind you.
“Nonsense.” An older woman that looked kinda like the actress waves off. “It’s great to have you here, Miss L/N. Jenna was just talking about you.”
“Oh please, just Y/N is fine.” Shaking your head bashfully, briefly wondering what she could be telling her family and team about what kind of person you are.
“I’m Jenna’s mom. That’s her dad, her other sister Mia, and her brother Markus.” She points and you try to keep up with the names of the people she’s throwing at you; Jenna’s family and team included.
“It’s so great to meet you all. It’s not hard to see that Jenna is so loved.” You say sincerely.
“We try our best.” Her dad says looking appreciative of your words. You smile at everyone and it seems to ease a bit of the tension in the room.
You didn’t see Jenna rolling her eyes again (her favourite to do around you) disregarding the encounter; she hides the surprise she feels from your genuine compliment.
Last night's argument with you, still burning in her brain.
“What did you want to say?" She says a little bluntly.
Watching as everyone turns to go back to what they were doing, you look down at Jenna. “Um… I wanted to apologize for last night. And call a truce, maybe over dinner?
She looks surprised not expecting you to be the first one to give in. “Oh…”
“Yeah…”
“I appreciate it.” Jenna cuts in, “I’m sorry too… a truce sounds good. Sarah got mad at me too, for what it's worth. She even said I was whining.”
Jenna jokes, dropping her walls a bit.
You rub a hand on the back of your neck, chuckling, “Good to know.”
“I can’t do dinner though.” She shuts her eyes as if remembering something.
“Oh, that’s okay. Maybe another time.”
“Or maybe… you can be my date to the Scream cast dinner?” She offers, looking a little hopeful.
“Are you sure?” You chew your lip. Ignoring the word date.
“Yeah! Totally, you can meet everyone, it’ll be great. Not to throw anyone under the bus but they’ve been trying to meet you.” She says sheepishly.
You laugh, dropping your walls just a tad. “Sure I’ll be there.”
She smiles warmly, satisfied with your answer. “Yeah, it’ll be great. I guarantee there’ll be paparazzi, so it’ll be good for publicity. They’ve been hounding me since I landed, my dad nearly pushed a guy in the airport. I couldn’t even walk to the door by myself at the SNL dinner cast party.”
You lose a bit of the smile but Jenna doesn’t see, laughing at her memory of the paparazzi. You blink around, making sure no one saw you, it might give them the wrong idea. “Uh, yeah sure. I’m good with whatever.”
“Okay, cool.” She shoots a thumb up, walking away from you. “I’ll see you tonight?”
“Mhmm.” You smile, waving goodbye to everyone and booting it out the door.
Unsure where the tension in your chest is coming from you swiftly walk to the elevator; aggressively tapping the button as if the elevator would come faster that way. And practically throwing yourself in the metal box as soon as it opens.
You miss the entire pandemonium that implodes in the room when you leave.
“Holy shit?” Mia exclaims.
“Language.” Her mom chastises.
“No, holy shit, indeed. Jenna oh my god what did you do to that poor girl?” Aliyah walks past Jenna to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.
“What are you talking about?” She looks at her sisters confused.
Mia’s rolling her eyes, standing up from the couch. “Did you not see the way she was looking at you?”
“No? How was she looking at me?” She turns to her mom who had a hint of a smile on her lips as if she knew something. Jenna was starting to feel left out.
“She likes you, Jen.” Her brother speaks up, not even bothering to look up from his phone.
“What? You guys are crazy. We barely know each other.” Jenna starts shaking her head furiously, turning to Enrique, her stylist and close friend. “Enrique, tell them they’re being crazy.”
But he shrugs, sharing that same Cheshire grin her mom had. “God, not you too.” She clamps her eyes shut with her hands.
“Hey! Watch the eyes!” Her makeup artist warns.
“Dad?” She drops her hands, pleading at the silent man, who, she knows is listening. Why do Dads do that thing where they let everyone argue, only stepping in when the Mom asks for backup.
He remains in character – staying silent.
“You guys don’t know what you’re talking about. She was literally here for five seconds. How could you possibly think she likes me from that.” Jenna turns to everyone else.
“I don’t know, Jen. The eyes never lie.” Mia says, privy to the way your smile fell when Jenna mentioned being spotted for publicity tonight.
“I’m– I’m late for interviews, I need to go,” Jenna mutters, grabbing her purse and walking to the door.
–
“This is gonna blow up.” Your producer says from beside you.
“I don’t know. I still think it’s missing something.” You sigh, sliding the headphones off as you slump onto the plush leather seats.
You sneaked off to the studio not too far from the hotel in lower Manhattan. See you would have told Link or anyone really, but you were trying to be discreet. And Link is one ‘ol snitch and the personal fun police.
It seems after your fight with Jenna, Jake and Liv put you under strict instructions not to leave the hotel unless accompanied by someone from your team.
You’re not a fucking child. You don’t need a babysitter. So here you are, with your producer in the studio trying to record this damn song you’ve been stuck on for three months.
“Maybe it’s time to scrap the song then.” He offers. “It’s never gonna be done before Coachella.”
Immediately you are shaking your head. No, this song is special, you can feel it. If only you can get your head out of your own ass long enough to find the damn words.
“No, just– just put it on hold. Let’s work on something else.”
He sighs, clicking the screen to pull up another file. “Your call.”
The buzzing of your phone against the wooden table echoes into the silence that grew as you waited. “Ah fuck.”
Reaching over, you grab the phone and are bombarded by a flurry of texts and missed calls.
Some from Jenna, some from your bodyguard and driver, most from Link.
Jenna’s is the first one you click.
The phone rings three times before it gets picked up. Muffled, loud voices are all you hear at first before she eventually speaks up, “Hello?”
“Hey, I am so–”
“Where the hell are you? You’re ten minutes late. We’re all waiting for you.” Her tone is sharp and snipped.
You had fucked up.
“Fuck… I’m sorry, I’ll be right there– there was…. uh.” You stand, gathering your jacket and silently bidding your producer goodbye as he looks on confused. “There was a lot of traffic. I am so sorry, I’m trying to make it as fast as I can.”
She sighs through the phone, “It’s…fine. Just get here as soon as you can, please.”
A little white lie never killed anybody.
You make it to the restaurant in record time. Pushing through the paparazzi camping outside the restaurant doors. Do they have no shame? Clearly not as they shout Jenna’s name at you; asking if you were there to see her, trying to get their piece of the scoop. Thankfully, the security guard had seen you and personally ushered you to the cast‘s table. Someone must have informed them that you were coming.
You’re still blinking away the spots in your vision from the camera flashes when you feel an arm pulling you down to sit.
“What took you so long?”Jenna asked assertively, scanning you.
“I told you. Traffic.” You plaster a smile at all the eyes on you, subtly shrugging Jenna’s arm off yours with a little bit of attitude.
You don’t miss her clenched jaw. Plastering a smile in front of her costars who were trying their best not to gawk at you. "Well, where were you then? No one could get a hold of you, we were worried."
You tried your hardest to school your genuine surprise at her worry. "Sorry. I was working. My phone was off."
“Hi! I’m Melissa, it’s so nice to meet you, I’m a big fan.” A brunette extends her hand from across the long table – interrupting Jenna before she can say anything else.
You make the usual greetings, introducing yourself to Jenna’s costars and colleagues. You felt a bit like a trophy wife if you were being honest. Like eye candy on her arm, serving only to make her look good. Upon that realization, you feel a little flushed. You’re not sure why, that is the whole point of this whole thing.
Her castmates have been sending you two knowing eyes over dinner — giving Jenna inconspicuous smirks and smug grins as if you couldn’t see. You keep your head down after the pleasantries are over and the main courses are brought out.
Grateful, you don’t have to talk about your upcoming projects any longer.
“What’s wrong?” You nudge her elbow, noticing how she was pushing away some pieces of food on her plate.
“I don’t like apples.” She mutters.
You can’t fight the smile that creeps on your lips but you don’t tease. “Just push them off to the side and I’ll eat it.”
She looks at you. “You sure?”
“Yeah, it’s no big deal.” You shrug taking a sip of your wine.
“That doesn’t gross you out or anything? I know some people are weird about that sort of thing.” Jenna explains.
“Dude, I’ll eat your apples, chill.” You laugh.
“Okay, thanks…” She mumbles, still looking at you but you turn, talking to Mason and his girlfriend.
Jenna feels a nudge on her side. “What?”
“You two are cute.” Jasmin smirks. “And Y/N L/N? Not a bad catch at all.”
“Stop.” Jenna blushes. Unsure if she feels uncomfortable that some of her close and respected friends believe this lie so easily.
–
“Hey, give them some space!” The security guard shouts as the paparazzi come rushing toward the door as soon as the cast steps out.
You were standing in the lobby waiting for Jenna. “Shit…” You hear her mutter, watching as she searches for something in her bag.
“What’s up?” You ask.
“I forgot my sunglasses in my room. The flashes hurt my eyes.” She frowns. Wordlessly, you fish the pair you stashed in your jacket.
“Here, wear mine.” You hold the glasses out, watching as she just stares at it. Rolling your eyes, you push it toward her. “Dude, just take it.”
“Thanks…” She mumbles, sliding them up her hair.
You walk ahead of her, holding the door open as everyone trickles out. You’re regretting giving Jenna your only sunglasses cause the flashes are bright and it’s making your eyes water.
“Go ahead,” You usher, only leaving once everyone’s gone ahead of you. You trail behind ignoring the various men with large cameras chasing you as you walk down the sidewalk.
“Y/N over here, please! Just one photo.”
“Y/N, just one photo of you and Jenna, please!”
“What do you have to say about Vegas?”
You ignore them keeping your head down trying not to fall behind.
“Where’s Y/N?” You hear over the sea of nameless faces.
“Right here.” You say, sliding in beside her.
You miss the subtle sigh of relief she lets out.
“You can’t just walk behind everyone like that.” She grits, frustratedly.
"I tried to keep up." You mumbled like a scolded husband.
The shouting increases when you stand beside one another; practically rendering you blind with all the flashes. “Dammit.”
You place an hand on her back, pushing her forward. “Put on the sunglasses and walk.”
“Y/N, please over here. Jenna!” The shouting is constant and blurs altogether all at the same time.
“Ow.” You feel Jenna tumble when someone bumps her side causing her to bump harshly against you. Firmly, you grab her arm to preventing her from falling and pushed back against the crowd to check on her.
“Are you okay?” you ask worriedly as she fixes the lopsided glasses. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”
“Hey. Watch it–” You grit at the closest person holding a camera. “It wasn’t me.”
The man insists, still shamelessly snapping flashes directly into your face and you begin to grow angry, slapping the camera out of his hands. “I said fucking watch it, asshole.”
You glare for a brief moment as the shouting gets impossibly louder. Knowing if you didn’t pull Jenna out of this, chaos would ensue. You link hands and drag her through the crowd, briskly walking to her castmates who shared looks of concern.
“Are you okay?” You ask, still walking but now barricaded by security and her friends.
“Yeah, I’m fine, I promise.” She squeezes your hand but then sighs, “You shouldn’t have done that.”
You scoff, “Are you serious? That guy pushed you.”
“It was an accident and you kinda overreacted.” She whispers lowly.
You clench your jaw, dropping her hand — Not wanting to blow up in front of her colleagues, you walk swiftly ahead.
You don’t talk even when you are both side-by-side being driven back to the hotel. Her driver has the partition up halfway but you see the nosy glances he keeps making at the rearview mirror as you and Jenna sit in silence; acutely aware to the growing tension between you and the actress.
You refuse to speak, just looking out the window as other cars pass by on the street.
“Are you done ignoring me now?” She speaks up but you still don’t want to talk. “Seriously?”
“Y/N all he did was push me. A little shove, that’s all. I’m okay. What’s not okay is the phone call you know we’re going to get from Liv and Sarah about that guy’s camera.”
“He deserved it.” You mumble through the palm holding your head up.
“I’m not saying he didn’t but you can’t just be aggressive to paparazzi like that. It’s exactly what they want.” She reasons, turning to you. Hoping you’ll finally look at her.
“I know…”
“Look at me, please?” She places a hand on your arm.
You turn, keeping your face impassive.
She sends you a shy smile then laughed. “I mean it though, thank you for having my back. My Dad is gonna think this whole thing is hilarious.”
“Why?” You can’t help but join in.
“He’s a cop, so he’s a little protective. He’s been waiting to shove away a pap for the longest time. He’s gonna be so mad you beat him to it.”
You laugh imagining her father’s reaction.
–
“You haven’t seen Scream? Not even the original?” Jenna turns bewildered like it was the most blasphemous thing she’s ever heard. You were in her hotel suite, watching movies. For some reason, Jenna invited you over to her room after being dropped off at the hotel. “How? You’re an actress.”
You couldn’t think of a good reason to say no so you accepted.
“Yeah, sorry. Jeez. Way to sound like a film snob. I didn’t know there was a checklist of movies to watch before becoming an actor.” You snort reaching for more popcorn from the bowl beside you.
“Shut up.” She hits you with the remote. “How have you not seen any of the Scream movies? You’re literally going to my premiere tomorrow.”
You hold up your hands in surrender, throwing a couple of kernels in your mouth. “Sorry, they’re not really my cup of tea.”
She rolls her eyes, snatching some popcorn from your hand, ignoring your protests. “Oh sorry, I forgot we have an action star in our midst.”
It was your turn to hit her arm, “Shut it. I just mean… I haven’t found the time to sit and watch them. They’re not exactly short films.”
“You’re in the MCU and Dune. Don’t talk to me about long movies.”
“Touché…” You can’t beat her there. They are ridiculously long movies. Probably why you’ve only ever seen them during premiere night and never again. “Well, put one on then. Let’s see what all the hype is about.”
She grins scrambling for the remote. “You’re on.”
You wait for her to pull up the Scream catalogue, chuckling at her visible excitement.
“Hey, why did you become an actress? and singer while we’re at it, Miss Grammy winner.” She nudges your shoulder.
You snort, shoving her lazily. “Shut up… Do you want the press interview answer or the real one?”
She raises a brow, immediately deciding. “The real one.”
You nod, feeling like she would say that.
“My mom... She was a rising star in the 80s but something happened and she never got to live out her dreams. When she had me she put me through all of the arts. I bumped and failed with most of them but acting and singing kinda stuck… I guess she saw those were the only two things I could stand so she pushed and pushed, it led to Jake discovering me and here we are.”
Jenna stays silent processing your story, she doesn’t miss the slight solemness your tone had taken. "Why do I feel like there's more to it than that?"
You chuckle, licking your lips. "Caught me... it's why I don't talk to my parents anymore."
"Oh..."
"Yeah. As soon as I turned eighteen I cut ties with them. She got too controlling, wanting money, wanting autonomy over my career so I took Link with me and moved to L.A. and did it on my own. I think... at some point acting became a spite thing with me because of her.
“Spite?” Jenna asks?
“Yeah… it was all I’ve ever known for a long time until I started making music. Probably the only time I’ve ever felt sure about a decision.”
"Oh..." Jenna finds herself saying again.
"Uh–sorry. I didn't mean to make it weird. We can just forget about it." You curl into yourself, tugging the blanket to your lap.
Jenna blinks, feeling dumb that she's made you think her silence is a bad thing.
"No..." She grabs your wrist. "Thank you for sharing with me."
You look into her eyes, feeling a bit small at her kind eyes. You know it's not out of pity but you couldn't help but want to close up again.
Pulling your hand away from her grip, you cough. "Of course, we're friends now."
"Oh, are we?" Jenna ignores the drop in her chest when you pulled away like that. “Okay, what’s the press answer then?”
“That I watched the movie Cabaret when I was younger and wanted to be like Liza Minelli.” You admit.
Jenna scoffs, “That’s literally my answer.”
“Is it?”
“Yeah except, it’s Dakota Fanning in Man on Fire.”
You chuckle, “doesn’t Denzel die in that one?”
“Yeah and what about it?” She raised a brow.
"But see, don’t fight it we’re meant to be friends... we even share the same answer."
"Shut up, dummy. Every actor has some sort of answer like that.”
Eventually, the two of you start a marathon of the Scream franchise. Which in hindsight, is kind of a bad idea seeing as it was way past midnight and the other actress still has a long week ahead of her. It seems like the events of the day catch up to her cause you feel a head slipping on your shoulder; distracting your focus halfway through Scream 3.
Jenna had fallen asleep with her head on your shoulder. You fight the urge to tense up not wanting to wake her up. She looked like she needed the rest and you relate more than anyone to her exhaustion.
“Jenna…” You lightly tap, “You fell asleep, you need to go to bed.”
She grumbles, whining in her slumber. You feels your cheeks warm when she unconsciously moves to snuggle closer to you, throwing an arm over your waist.
Fuck.
Really?
God, I am not your strongest soldier.
“Jen, seriously. Wake up.” You shake her arm.
“What?” She complains, her words muffled by your collarbone.
“You need to go to bed.”
The feeling of her soft lashes brushing against the material of your shirt as she blinks sends a shiver down your spine. “Oh…”
Jenna mumbles mortified. Quickly pushing herself off of you, unable to look you in the eyes. “Sorry.”
You don't mention how she might have punched your stomach and that you were desperately trying not to cough.
“S’okay…” You shake your head softly. You couldn't help but notice the way her hair fell over her eyes messily.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” She asks once she regains her senses, waking up from her short slumber.
Something tells Jenna she won’t be sleeping with how fast her heart is pounding; uncertain as to where her sudden anxiety is coming from.
“Yeah… I’ll be waiting for you inside.” You stand gathering your belongings.
“Wait, you’re not walking the carpet with me?” Jenna pulled a face.
You raise a brow, “No? At least, I wasn't told I had to. They just said I had to show up.”
“Oh… okay.” She nods then sighed, long and profound.
You continue to raise a brow but don’t say anything. Not wanting to push her. You remember the last time you guys fought and are immediately turned off. No thanks, not trying to open that can of worms.
“Okay. Goodnight then.”
“Goodnight, Y/N.” She leans against the door.
Her premiere is a success. After borderline shoving you inside a tinted Cadillac, Link brushes your vintage Prada gown down; making sure you are in tip-top movie-star shape. You don’t walk the carpet, instead heading straight inside – making headlines.
Your every damn move is a headline these days.
Silently thanking whatever God was out there that you didn’t because the way your jaw dropped when you see Jenna was downright embarrassing. Your reaction would surely have been a running piece if cameras were around.
Your managers would love it though.
Link had to forcefully elbow your side as Jenna walks up to greet you.
“Wow…” You manage to say. “You look stunning Jenna.”
Jenna was glad for the dim lights in the theatre, “Thanks.” She blushes, casting her eyes down.
“You look great too.” She scans you up and down, suddenly feeling warm under her gape.
Maybe it was the way her makeup is done or the deconstructed tuxedo for a dress that she had on tonight but she looked more mature, intimidating? Like she could throw you around a little and you’d just gladly ask her to do it again.
Wait, what?
“Thanks… Link and I should head to our seats but I just wanted to congratulate you. This is seriously amazing.” You express sincerely.
Jenna flushes more, waving you off with a huff and a lazy hand. “Please.”
“Seriously!”
Link coughs loudly, interrupting the bubble you and Jenna found yourselves in. “Okay, someone’s a little impatient. We better go.”
A hand reaches out, grabbing you. “Do you wanna, maybe, I don’t know. Sit beside me?”
You turn, surprised. “Oh? What about Enrique?” You glance at her stylist standing just behind her pretending like he wasn’t listening; fiddling on his phone.
“I’m sure he won’t mind switching to sit with Link, right Enrique?” She turns, asking her friend.
He grins widely, “Nope. All good with me!”
“Perfect!” She smiles at you, still grabbing your arm.
“We’ll be down there!” Jenna calls out to Link and Enrique linking your fingers out of nowhere as you walk to beside her costars.
You still don’t say anything when Jenna wraps herself around you when you make it to your seats, waving as people cheer with a large smile before pulling you to sit down.
Only then did she pull herself away, “sorry about that.”
“All good.” You mumble after realizing what happened; turning to face the large screen.
Perfect photo op.
“Hey is that sharpie on your dress?”
“Yes.” She sighs.
The rest of the night goes off without a hitch but you can’t stop the growing unpleasantness in your chest. You decide to brush it off and save face for Jenna’s night. Your sulking and feelings can wait in the privacy of your own four walls and definitely not at a high-profile movie premiere.
By the time you found yourself at the NBC building in a random dressing room at the SNL studio, waiting for Jenna’s monologue you forget all about it. You lay lazily on a stiff and most likely old couch, scrolling through your phone.
A knock on the door has you pulling off your headphones. “Come in.”
“Hey Y/N.” A head peaks in making you sit up briskly. “Aliyah, hey. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. Just uh– Jenna’s asking for you.” She sends a sheepish smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling.
“Oh,” Your head perks up. “Is she okay?” You question, following the smaller girl past hallways that all looked the same; trying not to bump into the various stagehands buzzing around.
“Yeah, yeah, she’s kinda freaking out, though and… we can’t get her to calm down.” You both stop at a closed door.
“Oh… why me?” You couldn’t help but ask.
“Uh… okay she didn’t exactly say you but I saw your episode and you were hilarious and who better to talk her down than someone who’s done it before.” She flashes a large grin before opening the door and shoving you inside.
The room is empty save for Jenna dressed in a short-legged suit. You force yourself to blink, reminding yourself that you are on a time crunch.
“Jenna.”
She snaps her head at your voice, and a noticeable tremble in her fingers is the first thing you see. “What–what are you doing here? I thought you’d be in your seat by now.”
“Your sister asked me to come.” You admit, walking forward.
“I’m fine. Go to your seat, I’ll see you after the show.” She turns her back to you, looking over sheets of paper with multi-coloured inked notes scribbled on every open space.
“Take a deep breath for me, Jenna.” You walk closer, slowly bringing the hand tightly clutching her notes down. The bones in her fingers relax as she drops the paper. She doesn’t say anything when you don’t disconnect your hands.
You find yourself standing much closer to her.
“Take a deep breath.” You repeat.
Jenna closes her eyes, inhaling a long, deep and audible breath in then out. She clutches your fingers as she does so, unconsciously leaning back against you to ground her bubbling anxiety.
She stays in your hold with her back against your chest: a death grip on your fingers. Your swipe a thumb over the skin of her hand. “It’ll be okay…”
“Thanks…” Jenna looks into your eyes, taking one last deep breath.
Briefly, you hold her gaze feeling tepid under the intense look in her eyes. You can’t tell what they're saying but for some reason, the way her dark pupils seemed softer under the fluorescent lights had you under a spell.
And for a fleeting second, you thought she was leaning in closer to you — eyes flickering to your lips.
“Don’t mention it.” You drop her hand immediately, taking wide steps back.
Not liking the way her eyes flickered down.
You don’t like what that could possibly mean.
Jenna’s turning rapidly, pretending not to notice as you take sizable steps away from her. “What did my sister say?”
You laugh, shoving your hands in your jacket. “That she liked my SNL episode and thought someone who’s done it before can talk you down.”
“Talk me down?” She scrunches her nose.
“Don’t shoot the messenger.” You shrug.
“Your episode was okay.” Jenna turns away to face a mirror, brushing away her bangs.
You take the bait, glad she wasn’t trembling anymore. “Okay? I got the whole cast to break, it’s considered a classic. It was nominated for an Emmy that year.”
“It didn’t win though.”
You scoff playfully, “I’m leaving. You clearly don’t need my help anymore.”
She laughs obnoxiously as you stomp out of her dressing room. “Wait.”
You stop just before you open the door. “Yeah?”
“Thank you… for talking me down.” She tucks a hair backs, a little shy.
The small smile creeping on your face is hard to subdue. “Don’t mention it. Now, go. You’re gonna kill it.” You wink, exiting the dressing room.
“She’s all good.” You tell her team.
“That’s it? She hasn’t calmed down all day, it takes you – what, five minutes?” Enrique crosses his arms. Jenna’s mom smirks, patting his back then walked past him and into the room as the rest of her family slowly trickled in; her sisters staring at you intensely.
“Uh sorry?” You blush furiously, walking off in the other direction to find your seat.
Jenna kills it, but that was never a surprise. You can tell she’s nervous throughout her monologue but after Fred Armisen does his bit – from beside you, which had been a pleasant surprise. She begins to grow confident, feeling pleased with your embarrassment when the camera pans to you and Fred.
You’d get her back for that. Making a mental note to cook up a special revenge plan, just for her.
Eventually, she falls into the role naturally. Nailing her punchlines perfectly, working the crowd like an expert, and exquisitely performing her skits. It’s a shock to you when you overhear someone behind you say she’s never done live stage work before.
She's so natural at it.
It's a privilege to watch her perform.
You nearly die when she changes into a red suit as she introduces the musical guest of the night.
Actually, you begin to slide off your seat when she comes out in a pinstripe suit — a reference to the Addams family you overheard in passing.
When credits roll and the ‘LIVE’ sign turns off. You remain in your seat. Unsure if you are just admiring her or if it’s ‘cause your legs no longer functioned. You can’t fight that admiration as it grows when you see how supportive her family is as they cheer her on and celebrate this win as one unit.
You smile, wishing you can relate. At least some people had that in their lives.
A part of you thinks it makes the whole world’s difference, having a support system like that. But you would never know.
Silently, you slip out the stage doors and back to the random dressing room you’ve decided to take refuge in.
You narrowly miss Jenna trying to find you through the masses; her smile dropping a bit when she realizes you’re gone.
–
You don’t get a chance to personally congratulate Jenna because Link was bursting into the dressing room — after complaining about trying to find you for ten minutes. Rambling on how you’re needed back in Los Angeles and there was no time to say goodbye.
When you catch the other actress it’s by pure stroke of luck. You're going through checkout at the hotel, waiting for Link to do all the work as you wait behind him.
You feel slightly guilty that you're just leaving without warning.
You should send Jenna a text, right? But would she even care if you left so suddenly? She did want you out of the city just a few days ago.
But then, you two literally just, might’ve, maybe, almost kissed/shared a moment in her dressing room, so who knows what you should do at this point.
You feel a migraine forming at the base of your skull, the longer you thought about the other actress.
“Y/N?” A voice breaks your self-deprecating thoughts. You turn to see Jenna with her team and family trailing beside her.
Jenna’s smile falls when she sees your bags. Her family walks ahead but you certainly don’t miss their curious eyes as she stops in front of you.
“Where are you going?” Her eyes keep flickering between you and your bags.
Link avoids her sharp, accusing eyes.
“Back to L.A. sorry I was just about to send you a text, actually.” You confessed, a little ashamed.
It felt like you got caught doing something you shouldn’t be doing… like when you lie to your long-time partner about the real reason why you want some time apart.
“A text?” She raises an unamused brow not liking your answer.
“Yeah, Jake wants me back in L.A. Uh– sorry, was I supposed to tell you?” You ask, a bit confused.
“Tell me?” She scoffs, face dropping. “Yeah, you’re supposed to tell me. I was going to invite you to dinner to celebrate with my family and the SNL cast tonight. But you weren’t even in the audience anymore by the time I finished.”
“Sorry… I thought you’d want to celebrate with your family.” You shrug lamely, torn between feeling guilty and confused at her reaction to the news of your sudden departure.
She made it feel like you were trying to escape.
“Well, I thought–”
She cuts herself off with a huff then looked back as her family waits for her by the elevator.
“Thought what?”
As if remembering she was still out in a very public setting, after hosting one of the most recognizable programs in America; Jenna blinks out of it. Shoving her feelings down.
“Nothing. Have a safe flight back to L.A. I’ll see you in a few days… or weeks” She mumbles with an edginess to her words, walking away before you can say anything else.
“Tough break, buddy.” Link pats a comforting hand on your shoulder as you were rendered speechless. Unsure if you should chase her down and apologize.
Damn can she walk fast in those heels.
But, why would you be apologizing for having to do your job?
But the way her brow creased like she was actually upset caused an unpleasant drop in your chest. Not enjoying how she was upset and that it seemed like it was all your fault. You? Nah. Maybe she’s still dealing with other stuff and is just taking it out on you.
It wouldn’t be the first time.
“What. Just. Happened.” You turn, aggressively snatching your card from the hotel worker who definitely enjoyed the show.
“Are you blind?” He scoffs then walks away from you.
“What do you mean? Link… what do you mean?”
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The first part of this is quote-less, and just how they first met. Then i'll add the quotes in :)
(IMPORTANT INFO FOR THIS PLEASE READ!)
**Sun Deity Grian**
- He is the deity of the sun (Obv)
- Gold/light brown, shortish fluffy hair
- slightly tanned skin full of freckles
- amber/gold-ish eyes
- He's got pretty white wings
- Gives off that ‘warm/happy’ feeling most of the time
**Voidwalker Xisuma**
- Cant breath overworld air
- Has an ‘X’ shaped scar above his nose
- Dark, almost black hair - not long, but not short
- Dark eyes with a purplish tint
- Pale-ish skin
- Long black, devil-ish tail with a tuft of ‘void’ on the end. (LIke fur?)
- Small stubby horns on his head
(And, this is like.. Sun Deity Grian was being held captive by the Watchers due to the power he gives off- he's basically a living solar battery. And then they kidnapped Voidwalker XIsuma and threw them in the same cage and yeah
Grian is younger than Xisuma and so hes very protective of Grian.)
(Ill put the translations to the galactic in the inbetween parts)
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Xisuma stumbled as he was shoved into a cell, his tail swishing in and out of existence, they had taken his helmet, comm and any weapons he may have had access to. He was also pretty sure there was blood trickling down his face.
“⍑-⍑ᒷꖎꖎ𝙹..? ∴⍑𝙹 ᔑ∷ᒷ ||𝙹⚍?” A voice, he looked around, trying to find who spoke. Eventually he found the figure of a small.. Avian? They had dirty white wings, and hair that covered their face.
“Pardon.?”
“↸𝙹- ↸𝙹 ||𝙹⚍ リ𝙹ℸ ̣ ᓭ!¡ᒷᔑꖌ gᔑꖎᔑᓵℸ ̣ ╎ᓵ?” Xisuma sighed, unable to understand the language this person was speaking.
“Do you speak English..?” The boy hesitated, as if thinking about his words.
"╎- i uhm, ╎ ᓵᔑリ speak english. リ𝙹ℸ ̣ very ⊣𝙹𝙹↸ ℸ ̣ ⍑𝙹⚍⊣⍑ sorry" He coughed, before speaking again, “I speak English.” The boy took a step forwards, his hair moved out of his face to reveal a face full of freckles and the occasional bruise. He stuck his hand out towards Xisuma.
“My name is Grian..”
Xisuma took his hand, shaking it softly, “It's nice to meet you Grian, im Xisuma.”
~~~
1. Hello? Who are you?
2. Do- Do you not speak Galactic?
3. I- I uhm, I can speak english. Not very good though sorry
(LET THE QUOTES BEGIN)
Voidwalker Xisuma: Where are your parents?
Sun deity grian: What are parents?
Voidwalker Xisuma: That’s just about the saddest thing I've ever heard.
~~~
They were sat on the floor, in the middle of their little cell, Grian was sat in front of Xisuma, his wings splayed out as Xisuma preened his wings. They had a nice conversation going on and Grian was keeping them warm.
“Suma, do you have any family?” The question was random, but understandable. If they were to be stuck together it made sense for him to want to know about him.
“Uhm, yeah. I live on a server with my brother, and our parents live in the end. What about you, Grian? Any family?”
Grian paused, thinking about his response. “I've got my twin sister Pearl.?”
“That's lovely, what about your parents?”
He didn't respond for a bit, which worried Xisuma slightly. He was about to speak, when Grian responded. “Xisuma..? What are parents?”
“That is the saddest thing I've ever heard.”
~~~
Watcher: Where’s Grian?
Voidwalker Xisuma: Around.
Watcher: Around?
Watcher: You don’t have any idea, do you?
Sun deity grian, dropping down from above: Did you know there’s a space above the ceiling?
Watcher POV
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There was always a watcher standing guard at the door, and twice a day they entered the cell. For breakfast, and for dinner. - It used to be only The Sun getting two meals, something about ‘keeping the power source alive’ but The Sun refused to eat unless the Voidwalker was given two meals as well.
The watcher entered the room, two plates of ‘food’ in its hands. It paused as it realised there was only one being in the cell, which was the voidwalker. It looked around the cell, hoping the other one was just hiding in a corner, eventually the watcher placed down the food and walked over to the voidwalker.
"∴⍑ᒷ∷ᒷ ╎ᓭ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ᓭ⚍リ?" It sighed, looking at the blank look on the voidwalkers face, “Where is the sun gone?” The voidwalker looked confused for a second.
“The sun.? oh. You mean Grian? He's around.” The voidwalker shrugged, not seeming to be concerned.
“Around..?” The watcher was confused, “You don't know where the Sun is, do you?” He cant have gone far, the cell was supposed to be indestructible.
A tile fell from the roof, and a cheerful figure popped their head down, his smile wide even as he looked at the watcher, “Did you guys know there’s a space above the ceiling?”
"ᓭ⚍リ. ⊣ᒷℸ ̣ ↸𝙹∴リ."
"⎓╎リᒷ."
~~~
1. Where is the sun?
2. Sun. Get down.
3. Fine.
Sun deity Grian: Wow. I keep stepping on a lot of crunchy twigs.
Watcher: Those are bones, Sun.
Sun deity Grian: *looks straight up* Not if I never look down.
This one is before xisuma arrived
~~~
Grian had only been in this place for a few weeks, his hopes were still high although he was extremely bored. And his wings were hurting. And he didn't like the dark. And- and. Well. It sucked.
He was currently walking back and forth the cell, a watcher stood at the top, a tray of food in its hands, it seemed to be examining his movements.
“Wow, I keep stepping on a lot of Crunchy twigs, don't i?” The noise of snapping and crunches could he heard beneath Grians feet.
“T⍑𝙹ᓭᒷ ᔑ∷ᒷ ʖ𝙹リᒷᓭ, s⚍リ.” The watcher spoke with no emotion, watching as Grian immediately snapped his head upwards, refusing to look down.
“Not if I never look down!”
~~~
1. Those are bones, sun.
(I loved writing this idea, will probably write more of sun deity grian and voidwalker xisuma)
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those who serve.
CHAPTER FIVE: a mission.
read the previous chapters here or read the whole fic on ao3.
surprise! it's time for an alfred pov. 5k words of it, in fact.
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“Robbery two blocks away, due west from you, Nightwing,” Alfred reports, eyes flicking over the map of Gotham. Different spots are lighting up as calls come in about disturbances or crimes. Alarms go off and known criminal hideouts blink rapidly, demanding attention as Oracle’s system automatically updates from her network of cameras.
It’s a busy night as usual, running comms for the Bats. He can only be grateful that all they’ve run into so far is petty crime; no rogues are striking out, which means plans are still being made, but that’s a problem for later.
For now, Alfred is glad his wards are as safe as they can be, swinging around Gotham to fight crime.
“On it!” Nightwing replies, and his marker on the map moves through the streets quickly.
The others are scattered around the city, working in pairs, save for Nightwing who flits to and fro, joining everyone for a few streets before going off on his own again. They rarely split up from each other and always return to each other before Alfred can berate them. It’s a nice night. Long, as they always are, but he can’t rest until he sees everyone back safe and sound.
The years are heavy on him, weighing him down. Danny’s assistance around the manor has been wonderful, but there’s only so much work he can delegate when his most difficult responsibilities involve their night life, a responsibility that Danny had firmly refused to do anything with.
Alfred can’t begrudge him. He often wishes Bruce would hang up the cowl, but his crusade to save Gotham from itself is never ending and he’s never been one to give up. All his children are equally stubborn.
“Quiet night, isn’t it?” Spoiler comments. She and Black Bat have been sitting at the same corner for the past five minutes; they likely stopped for a snack break, buying from corner stores even though Alfred always makes sure they take high calorie, healthy snacks with them before they leave.
“Let’s hope it lasts,” Red Hood says, “Quiet’s never a good thing in this city.”
“It does always lead up to something bad,” Red Robin agrees. “Seen any sign of Venom out on the streets yet?”
“Not yet, but my men have been hearing rumors about the Venom gang getting real bold lately. They’re going for bigger targets to steal funds. Still don’t know where they’re getting their Venom.”
“Think they’ll go after the Wayne Charity Gala next week?”
“I will be prepared for all possibilities,” Alfred cuts in. “Movement of an illegal arms shipment has been called in near the ferry in West End.”
“We’re on it,” Batman says.
The comms go quiet for a minute as everyone moves around the city, hunting down petty criminals to protect civilians and investigating their own ongoing cases. Alfred scans the map once more, but there’s nothing more for him to take note of. Such is the pace of quiet nights.
If he’s lucky, they’ll call it an early night and return to the manor (or their own safehouses) before 4AM.
“So,” Nightwing says, carefully casual, “Danny.”
The comms erupt with noise as everyone chimes in with various replies of Danny! Has anyone found out more about him? Tell me you have some fun stories about him!
Alfred clears his throat loudly and is pleased when they all settle down.
“Danny is settling in well,” he says.
“Any chance of him joining us on patrol soon?” Spoiler asks.
Robin scoffs. “As if. He has no training and will not be able to keep up with us. Even keeping him on comms is unthinkable.” And, quieter, “He has no desire to be a part of this, in any case. He made that very clear.”
Nightwing whistles. “Yeah, those conditions. He sure is something, isn’t he? So are we thinking human experimentation or something else?”
“I considered the possibility, alongside cults,” Batman says. “Red Hood, have the Outlaws heard about either of those things lately? With Danny having the powers he does, I wouldn’t be surprised if people were searching for him.”
“I haven’t heard anything yet,” Red Hood answers after a long pause. “Don’t even know where the kid could have come from.”
“Agent A, you said he saved you from a mugger, right?” Nightwing asks. “Wait, give me a minute. Carjacking in progressed just down the street.”
“Powers?” Black Bat asks. Batman only replies with a grunt.
“Back!” Nightwing says before Black Bat can decide if she needs to go hunt down Batman for a proper answer. Alfred would have given her his location if she did, but the conversation is enough to distract her. “So. Danny saved you, yeah?”
Alfred thinks back to that night, after spending so many dawns walking with Danny, talking to him quietly. He didn’t get a response often, but as Danny began to open up more, he would close the distance between them, listening intently to everything Alfred said. He’d even ask questions from things Alfred had discussed previously and it was clear from there that Danny was a kind, attentive young man doing his best in a bad situation.
Looking at Danny, hunched into himself in a dirty hoodie and stained jeans, tired and gaunt, had reminded Alfred of Jason. Admittedly, he had met Jason as a child and had cared for him until his was murdered as a teenager, but they had the same aura about them. The same distrust, the drive to survive, the kindness despite it all.
Danny isn’t Jason. He’s his own person, unique from anyone else in the family, but that was the initial reason Alfred kept seeking him out.
He’s glad he did. Now Danny is in the manor, under his care, slowly learning to trust him and the others of the family enough to use his powers.
It is clear, from Nightwing’s questions, that he too had experienced Danny’s protectiveness.
Whatever was done to him had stripped his humanity from him. There is no other way to describe him as monstrous in that moment when he ran back to Alfred; the snarl, the sharp teeth, the glowing eyes, everything about him screamed not human. But he only used it to protect, to scare away the man seeking to harm Alfred, and he had come back quickly, hiding that part of him away.
Alfred isn’t scared of Danny. He had seen the control Danny had over that aspect of him, saw the way he curled into himself, awaiting judgment as Alfred checked him over for injuries. Changed as he may be, Danny is his apprentice. He is not a threat, but a protector.
He believes that the others will understand that, but he also knows that they are just as protective of him as Danny is. Should they try to keep Danny away, Alfred will show them exactly why he’s been the sole and strongest guard for the manor all these years.
“Yes,” he says, “Danny did indeed defend me before I was able to convince him to return to the manor with me.”
“Did you see how he fought? Or what he looked like?”
“I take it Danny reacted similarly when you were in danger.”
Nightwing laughs. “Boy, did he! He’s small for his age, but he’s crazy strong. Maybe not Superman levels, but he knocked down a guy twice his height and four times his weight like it was nothing.”
“He also growled at me,” Red Hood adds thoughtfully. “We really gotta find out who had him, because if they’re to artificially enhance people, they’re doing a pretty terrifying job of it.”
“Do you think he could be an alien trying to blend in?” Red Robin muses.
“Shit. Add it to the list.”
“Red Hood,” Alfred warns.
“Sorry, A.”
“There is something strange about him, beyond his powers,” Robin comments thoughtfully.
Red Hood makes a noise of agreement. “Yeah, no kidding. Something about him sets me on edge. I know he’s just a kid trying to survive, but he’s got some sort of bad vibe.”
“Hood!” Spoiler berates, “That’s so rude! He’s an abused kid trying to find someplace safe. Is that any way to talk about him?”
He sputters, trying to defend himself. Alfred stays quiet; Red Hood did this to himself, and should know well enough by now that his words have consequences just as actions do.
“Wait! Hood, get over here, I think I got something!” Red Robin says, cutting off everyone’s attempts to guilt Red Hood even more, and on the map, Alfred can see him stop in an alley, Red Hood just a street behind him. He manages to hear the beginning of a sentence, then both of them turn off their comms.
This is nothing unusual. They often need a moment to think without any distractions, or need to have a private conversation to sort something out. Batman never likes it, always fearing the worst, but Alfred is content with just monitoring their locations and vitals. As long as they can be found and their hearts are beating steadily, he allows them to have their silence as needed.
“Man,” Nightwing says, breaking the silence, “I’m beat. Think I’m gonna call it night and head back to the manor if everyone else has things covered.”
The rest of the bats respond with a chorus of reassurances and good nights, and Alfred is pleased to see Nightwing’s marker moved towards the manor. He swings across a few streets, then stays on the road, likely having called his motorcycle to cut down travel time.
“It’s good that you aren’t pushing yourself, Nightwing,” he says, both happy Dick is taking care of himself and pointedly ignoring everyone else not doing the same thing. “I will see you soon.”
“Wonder what the Reds found,” Spoiler says, quickly distracting everyone from the shame Alfred is trying to make them feel.
Red Robin’s comm goes back online as soon as she finishes talking. “Got some info on Venom distribution. Good news: it’s not Bane. Bad news: it’s a copy who has a grudge, so we can expect whoever it is to do something big and stupid soon.”
Batman grunts in acknowledgement. “Red Hood?”
There’s no answer. His comm stays off, but Alfred can see his marker following after Red Robin; being questioned too much by Batman always leaves him in a bad mood, and ignoring him is a better option than going after him, guns out.
An alert pops up on the map, flashing. “Spoiler and Black Bat, there appears to be a situation unfolding in the brewery on Johnson Street. Do be careful.”
“You got it, Agent A!”
Spoiler and Black Bat move quickly, ending their snack break to go right back into crime fighting.
Though she refuses to stay and always moves between the Bats and Oracle, Stephanie is a welcome presence. Her start as a vigilante was rough, as were her relationships to others, but Alfred is glad she preserved and stuck around despite it all; her cheer and stubborn optimism is a welcome change from Batman’s severe demeanor. Her sense of justice is strong, and her experiences in the rougher areas of Gotham provide a much needed perspective that was lost with Jason.
He does hope she agrees to spend her birthday at the manor just so he can spoil her a little. Pun not intended.
The others go back to focusing on their own patrol routes around Gotham, keeping an eye on the streets for anyone who may need their help. It’s a routine patrol, though it’ll likely end early once Alfred makes a few comments about the late hour and convinces everyone to return to get some sleep before sunrise.
Nightwing is only ten minutes out when Alfred suddenly becomes aware of a shift in the air.
He’s alone in the Batcave. And though he may be getting on in the years, he prides himself in his situational awareness; war and years spend in the secret service have given him instincts that cannot be buried deeply, no matter how many years he spends pushing them aside to tend to the Wayne family.
Those instincts tell him he’s no longer alone.
Alfred smoothly takes off the headset and sets the comm system onto the Batcomputer to take advantage of the powerful microphone it uses. He can’t alert anyone to his situation, not without giving away his awareness of the intruder, but once the altercation begins—and there will be an altercation—they will be able to hear it and know that they need to return to the Batcave immediately.
A security breach of this severity is rare.
Rare is not impossible, and Alfred has dealt with all such breaches in the same way: with a shotgun.
There’s one in a weapons case just on the other side of the Batcave. If he can get to it, he can go after the intruder and have better chance of taking them down. The problem is if he can keep the intruder from taking that chance to attack him.
Well. No point in wasting any time.
Alfred stands and prepares to make his way to the weapons case.
And Danny stumbles into the Batcave from one of the side passages and says, “What the fuck did I just wake up to?”
“Language!” Alfred scolds reflexively, because the rest of him is reeling. He knows this cave system very well. He is the one who explored it with Bruce when they were first converting it into the Batcave, a base of operations for the Batman during his second year as the Dark Knight. He knows that the passage Danny walked out of is a dead end, that there is no way into it other than from the main cavern itself, and Alfred would have seen Danny pass him if he had been down here.
So the question remains: how did Danny get into the Batcave?
The Batcomputer is suspiciously quiet. He’s sure that everyone is listening in, keeping silent to avoid alerting Danny to the fact that they are there.
“A whole cave?” Danny asks, incredulous. “I thought a basement was bad enough, but an entire cave?”
“Danny,” Alfred says, hoping to cut in before Danny could properly get started on his rant. He’s taken care of enough teenagers to know that once they get started, it’s incredibly hard to stop them.
“A cave!”
“Danny, how did you get down here?”
The question makes Danny stop. He closes his mouth and his expression shutters into something neutral. His shoulders are tense, and Alfred can see how his eyes dart around as if seeking an escape route.
“I will not be angry no matter what the answer is,” Alfred hurries to reassure. “I just want to know how you got here and if you are alright.”
Danny stays silent for a long moment, then mumbles something beneath his breath.
“Pardon?”
“...Fell,” he mutters.
That’s not a great answer to hear, though Alfred still doesn’t see how it explains his sudden presence in the Batcave. “Would you mind speaking up, Danny? My ears aren’t quite what they used to be.”
Danny takes a deep breath, then walks closer to Alfred so he’s only a few feet away, carefully staying out of reaching distance. It makes his heart hurt, the clear apprehension in each movement; he would never hurt Danny, but it’s clear that others have not held the same sentiments. If only he could find them and ensure that they would never be able to hurt Danny again…
“I fell,” Danny says, keeping his gaze fixed on the floor.
“You fell,” Alfred repeats.
“Through the floor. And my bed.”
“You fell into the Batcave? Are you quite alright, my boy?”
He hears a small sound from the Batcomputer, a slight catch of breath. Danny must hear it too, for his eyes flick towards the monitors, then back to Alfred.
“It’s fine,” he says, as if falling from his room into the Batcave, a considerable distance to say nothing of the stone and hardwood he had to go through, isn’t a big deal at all. “I didn’t break anything.”
That is not at all what Alfred is concerned about. “Are you injured? Come, we have a med bay just over here and I am a trained field medic.”
Danny tenses immediately and stumbled back a few steps. There’s a wild look in his eyes that reminds him of cornered animals, ready to lash out in fear. “No!” he yells, “No. No examinations, no nothing. Don’t touch me. Please.”
The possibility of human experimentation looks more and more likely.
He raises his hands, trying to calm Danny down. He carefully doesn’t move any more than that. “Alright,” he says, “I will not touch you. But please let me know if you are injured from your fall.”
“No, I’m… I’m fine. I was having a nightmare and went intangible and just… sank through the floor until I got here.”
Alfred didn’t know that Danny could make himself intangible, but that’s not important right now. He files the information away for later, and makes a note to forbid anyone from questioning Danny without his permission or presence. “That’s good. I am glad you’re unharmed.”
The sincerity of his words much come through; Danny relaxes, just slightly, and the hunted look on his face fades. He glances around the cave again, eyes catching on the giant penny and the cases lining the wall, filled with various suits.
“I imagine you have questions.”
“That’s one way to put it,” Danny scoffs. “Like, I expected something shady since you’re working for a crime family, but this is on another level.”
A crime family? Alfred has to bite back a laugh; they are the opposite of a crime family. They’re a crime-fighting family, if anything.
“Seriously, why would you need a giant penny? Some sort of intimidation tactic while you’re having meetings down here to keep underlings in line? And the dinosaur. That’s just excessive. Couldn’t you just have a torture room instead and call it a day?”
“Oh my God,” Spoiler laughs, her voice ringing out from the Batcomputer. Multiple comms unmute themselves then to frantically shush her, but the damage is done. “This is the best thing I’ve ever heard. Danny, you’re the best. I’m going to hold this over their heads forever.”
“Guess that means I can come in now,” Nightwing says. The distant rumble of an engine echoes through the cave as he enters the tunnel that leads off from the road. It’s barely a minute before Nightwing reaches the main cavern and smoothly comes to a stop, the engine cutting off.
Danny moves then, placing himself between Alfred and Nightwing. It’s unnecessary, but Alfred can’t help but by touched that despite Danny’s clear upset upon discovering the Batcave, he won’t let his emotions stop him from caring.
“Hey,” Nightwing says and carefully peels off his mask. “I guess I should introduce myself again, huh? I’m Dick, and at night I go fight crime as Nightwing.”
“You fight crime?” Danny repeats, doubt coloring his tone.
“Yeah. All of us do. Gotham’s the most crime-ridden city in the world and most of the cops are corrupt, so someone has to protect people.”
“And that’s you.”
“And that’s me,” Dick confirms with a bright smile. “Well, me and everyone else.”
Danny stares at him for a few moments, then steps back, looking between him and Alfred. “So you’re all Gotham’s heroes?”
“Yep.”
“I thought you killed people.”
“Woah, what? We don’t kill people!”
Red Hood scoffs very loudly, the sound ringing out clearly from the Batcomputer’s speakers. Dick winces. “Alright, so we try not to kill people. Most of us, at least.”
“That’s not an answer that inspires a lot of confidence.”
All Dick could offer was a weak shrug, a look of what can you do? on his face.
In return, Danny raised an eyebrow and stared him down, unimpressed. It didn’t take long for Dick to falter under that gaze and shrink into himself, fidgeting slightly. The sight is unexpected but Alfred can’t help but smile; Danny certainly picked that up quickly.
Instilling a sense of shame into the members of the Wayne families is one of the most important skills required for this job, after all.
“I do believe this is a conversation better saved for the morning,” he cuts in smoothly, stepping out from behind Danny to reach Dick and fuss over him. “Any injuries?”
“Just a few scrapes and bruises. Nothing too serious tonight.”
“I’ll be the judge of that, Master Richard.” He ushers Dick off towards the changing room, then busies himself with prepping the med bay for a check up. Without any serious injuries to tend to, the work is done fast. There’s only bandages, salves for bruises, and painkillers necessary for now, though he keeps the heavy medical kit nearby just in case anyone else has a more severe injury.
Through it all, Danny watches with sharp eyes, keeping his distance but still drifting closer towards Alfred. At some point, his feet lift off the ground, leaving him to hover in midair, observing everything Alfred does.
The sight of Danny floating makes him pause for a moment before he carries on as if nothing is out of place.
It’s a relief to know that, despite having their night business found out so suddenly, Danny still trusts Alfred enough to use his powers around him rather than hide them away. Admittedly, the flying is unexpected.
Could he be another clone with Kryptonian DNA?
His black hair and blue eyes could come from Clark, but the same could be said for Bruce and his children. It’s a surface level comparison anyway; the rest of his features are too different to come from Clark. He’s met Conner enough times to know that well enough.
“I understand that you do not wish to have any part of this,” Alfred begins, tidying up his workspace needlessly, only to have Danny cut him off.
“You said you’re a trained medic, right?”
His eyes are strangely intense as his floats a little closer to Alfred. Then they drift to the side and look over all the medical supplies he’s prepared for Dick.
Alfred stops his fussing to turn his full attention to Danny; he has a feeling that this is an important moment. He only hopes he doesn’t mess it up.
“Yes. I was proficient in first aid before I came to work for the Waynes, and their nightly activities have only giving me more incentive to better my skills to help them.”
“Can you—” Danny hesitates for a moment, drawing into himself. It’s not quite insecurity as it is defensive. Alfred hopes he’ll be able to find the people who taught Danny to be so fearful, always expecting pain and violence, so he can give them a piece of his mind. “Can you teach me? It’s just—I’ve never learned, not really, and you can only trust the internet so much when it comes to medical stuff so what I know is mostly from trial and error when I tried to patch myself up.”
Alfred feels his blood run cold. He presses his hands flat against the metal cart carrying the medical supplies and fights to keep his composure. It takes a few breaths before he can speak without sounding murderous.
“You have had to tend to yourself,” he says, not quite a question.
Danny hesitates, before he quietly answers, “Yes.”
“And there was no one who could help you.”
“There were… No. Not really. It’s not their fault though, they were kids too.”
More kids. More children who had to learn to patch themselves and each other up because no one else would help them. Because the people who should have helped them were the ones hurting them instead.
He does hope they can find where Danny came from soon. He’s even willing to lend Jason one of his guns.
The lack of a response has Danny wringing his hands, beginning to babble to fill the silence. “None of it was ever too bad!” he reassures, “And I heal fast so it’s fine. But sometimes I had to stitch myself up and that was never fun, and it’s hard to set dislocated joints by yourself, and I didn’t have a lot of supplies to work with.”
“Danny,” Alfred says, cutting him off firmly. He holds onto his composure by a single thread. “I would be happy to teach you. I do not expect you to add medical assistance to your duties, however. We have a doctor who can help us for more severe injuries and I am more than capable of handling everything else myself.”
“...Okay,” Danny nods after a long pause. “Okay. Thank you.”
The conversation is over for now. Alfred doesn’t want to distress Danny any further after such a hectic night; any questions he has can wait until later.
Dick, who has more than likely eavesdropped for the entire conversation, finally emerges from the changing room. He’s much more relaxed outside of Nightwing’s suit, wearing an old college t-shirt he stole from Bruce when he was a teenager and a pair of sweatpants. He also doesn’t react at all to seeing Danny slightly curled up in the air, knees drawn toward his chest, five feet off the ground.
“I promise I’m totally fine, Alfred,” he says, “We can skip the check up tonight!”
“Absolutely not, Master Richard. Sit down.”
Sighing, Dick does as he’s told, giving Danny a small smile as he does. It doesn’t falter even as Danny drifts back from him, staying out of grabbing distance.
The check up goes quickly. For once, Dick isn’t lying about not being hurt. He doesn’t need any bandages or painkillers, just a little salve on his left shoulder and his right hip. As soon as Alfred leans back and begins to clean up, Dick hops off the bed and says, “See? I’m right as rain. Why don’t you take a break, Alfred? I can run comms until everyone turns in for the night.”
“No need,” Alfred reassures, “You go and get some rest. You as well, Danny. We’ll be up bright and early tomorrow.”
Danny casts his gaze around the Batcave once more, then looks over Alfred, assessing him for something. There’s an unreadable expression on his face that makes concern rise up in him, but Alfred doesn’t get a chance to ask what’s wrong before Danny nods and flies up through the ceiling of the Batcave.
He’s seen a lot over the course of his life, but seeing a teenager silently pass through solid stone is up there with some of the more startling things he’s witnessed.
“Man,” Dick says after beat, “What a night, huh?”
Immediately, the comms explode with noise as everyone rushes to speak, talking over each other.
Alfred lets them, taking the time to put his own thoughts in order. They all settle down soon enough, though it takes Batman pointedly clearing his throat a few times.
Dick grabs a spare seat and pulls it over to the Batcomputer, sitting in it halfway there to roll the rest of the way to where Alfred sits back into the main chair. He looks over the map as Dick spins in his chair next to him, making note of where everyone is and any new crimes that may have popped up.
Nothing new catches his attention, nothing that isn’t immediately taken care of by the vigilantes still out.
“Agent A,” Batman says, “How is Danny.”
Alfred sighs. “Shocked, but he took it much better than I was expecting. He appeared to be more tired and stressed than outright fearful. I do believe our identities will be safe with him.”
“Who would he even tell?” Robin mutters.
“Everything he says has me so concerned,” Red Robin adds.
Dick shoots out a hand to grab onto the desk, stopping his lazy spin. “Guys,” he says, very seriously, “Danny can fly.”
“Superman clone?” Red Robin asks. “If no cloning was one of his conditions for employment…”
“Actually. He can go intangible. And remember how he was super excited to hear about Martian Manhunter?” There’s a grin stretching across Dick’s face, one that promises only trouble.
Alfred knows what he’s angling towards, what new idea he has about Danny’ background. Worst of all, Alfred can’t deny that it makes sense to some degree. It takes the rest of the family another second to connect the dots and reach the conclusion Dick wants them to see.
“No way,” Spoiler gasps, “You think he’s a clone of Martian Manhunter?!”
“Or!” Dick says, “He was made with Martian DNA and human DNA and was kept from the outside world so he couldn’t find anyone who could help him.”
“We’ll consider it as a possibility,” Batman says, which is as good as confirming that Dick is on the right path.
As much as any of them can be, considering how little they truly know about Danny.
“I suggest you all return to the Batcave,” Alfred says, “It’s time for a family meeting.”
Red Hood whistles lowly, his way of saying oh shit without actually saying it. “Good luck to all of you,” he says solemnly.
“That includes you, Red Hood.”
Spoiler snickers as Red Hood sighs. “Right. Of course. See you soon, A.”
Dick pushes away from the desk slightly. “We having the meeting down here?”
“I believe that would be best. I shall go get everyone’s post-patrol snacks while we wait.”
“I’ll help!” Dick stands and kicks the chair away. He walks away before Alfred can insist on doing it himself and can only fondly shake his head as he follows Dick up to the manor. He had thought he had convinced them to let him handle most of his duties on his own over the past few years. Apparently Danny’s insistence on helping has sparked that fire again.
The need to investigate Danny to better protect him has also brought the family together; it’s rare to get Jason to return to the manor more than once every three months.
Truly, Danny is a gift to them all and Alfred fully intends to protect him as thoroughly as possible.
Having Batman in his corner is a good start. But Alfred’s got firearms and doesn’t keep to a no killing code.
No one’s hurting another hair on Danny’s head. Not if he’s got anything to say about it.
#dc x dp#dc x dp fic#dp x dc#dp x dc fanfic#butler danny au#alfred's apprentice au#my writing#love putting danny in situations so much.#he tries to avoid their big secret? guess what ghost boy ur waking up in the cave now :)
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I feel like max from life is strange was completely underrated IN HER OWN GAME. ((Chloe is amazing tho)) I tried to look for an x fem reader and literally anything barely came up. Can I get an Max caulfield x reader where it’s so obvious that they like each other. So obvious that everyone knows but they refuse to tell each other for some reason. One day,reader just wouldn’t shut up about Kate and how pretty she is and how smart she is and Max gets jealous and just kisses reader mid sentence <3
Hey! I definitely agree, Max is super underrated and deserves so much more recognition!! Your request idea is very cute and I really like it, so I hope you enjoy reading <3 :)
Obvious || Max Caulfield x female/non-male reader
Warnings: just fluff
(remind me if I missed any)
- Life is strange: masterlist link -
Y/N’s pov:
I have liked Max since a very long time now. When we first met, I already felt strange somehow. I immediately knew a few days after, that I started to grow a crush on her.
But I’ve never told her about my feelings, I’m too much of a coward to be honest. I’m scared she won’t feel the same and I’ll make a fool out of myself, even though she has been acting suspicious sometimes, but maybe I’m just thinking crazy.
I think I also made myself too obvious about my love for Max. Everyone basically teases me every time we have a little interaction, telling me I should confess already.
And here we are. We both decided we should hang out together, so we’re currently going for a walk to the park. Just talking about random things coming to mind, searching for somewhere to sit. And that’s when we found the perfect spot.
“Oh man, did you ever realized how stunning Kate is?”, I said, making Max turn her head to me. “Uhm, yeah… she’s really pretty.”, she answered, in a rather nervous tone.
“Yeah and I mean she so smart too, like that’s such a great combo, that not everyone has.”, I continued on rambling about her, not shutting up.
This was all a small test. I wanted to see Max’s reaction to it, to find out if she gets jealous or something and now look at her, it’s too damn cute.
Even though I didn’t tell lies about Kate, I would never talk about another person like that in front of my crush.
And believe me when I say, that I felt so bad. It’s kinda ridiculous that I can’t bring my ass do tell her about my feelings, and do this instead.
“I’m not even joking like, holy shit. I could stare at her forever and just admire her beautiful featu-“, I couldn’t even finish my sentence when a pair of lips smashed against mine.
My eyes widened for a few seconds, before I eventually melted into the kiss. She threw her arms around my neck, while I cupped her face with my hands.
Her lips are really soft and moved perfectly together with mine. It’s like they’re meant for each other. Just like how Max is meant to be with me…
“I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have kissed you like this!”, she suddenly pulled away, worrying way to much about it.
“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay.”, I calmly said, taking her hands in mine. “I should be the one to say this…”, I trailed off, making a confused expression spread over Max’s face.
“I kind of tested you… by basically swooning about another girl. I wanted to see if you would show any signs of jealousy or something, in a chance of getting you to tell me you like me.”
Her eyes stared at me for a while, afterwards letting out a cute laugh.
“What’s so funny?”, I asked perplexed, a huge smile starting to form. “You, Y/N.”, “I don’t get it! Wasn’t I obvious enough, I like you a lot!”
“Not obvious enough for me!”, I answered, pushing her back playfully, by her shoulder. “Oh man, Y/N. We could’ve have been together for a while now, if we would’ve confessed already!”
I nodded my head, the smile still not disappearing. “Let’s just tell everybody about it. They’ll be so happy when they hear about the news, they always knew we liked each other!”
“Yes! They would always make stupid comments about us whenever we were together, but I never told them that I liked you, cause I was scared they would tell you before me!”, she chuckled, as my eyes didn’t look away from her once.
Her smile is seriously one of the best things about her. I love seeing her happy and I hope that I will be the one to keep her like this.
“What’s wrong? Do I have something on my face?”
“W-what? No! It’s just… I like your smile.”, I said, feeling my cheeks heating up. That’s the first time she caught me staring at her.
“Thank you, Y/N. I like yours too.”, she mumbled shyly, her eyes looking straight into mine. I didn’t think too much about it, I just leaned closer to her, going in for another kiss.
#life is strange#life is strange game#life is strange x reader#life is strange imagine#life is strange au#life is strange fanfiction#life is strange max#max caulfield#lgbtqia#x nonbinary reader#x female reader#x fem!reader#chloe life is strange#life is strange chloe#chloe price#max life is strange#rachel amber#rachel amber x reader#chloe price x reader
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SHOPPING WITH THE BUNGOU STRAY DOGS CHARACTERS
➪ characters : osamu dazai, yosano akiko, ryūnosuke akutagawa, francis scott fitzgerald
➪ other notes : this was so much fun to write. perhaps i’ll make a part two if i feel motivated.
Osamu Dazai :
- yeah you’re not getting any shopping done with this man
- he will whine dramatically about anything
- “y/n-san~ don’t let go of me,” he pleads for you as you’re just trying to get your groceries
- he’ll try to let you do the shopping but he can’t help but want your attention
- he’ll also secretly slip in a few things into the cart and immediately refuse he did it
- “osamu-kun?”
- “hm?”
- “why are there 10 packages of bandages…”
- “…i don’t know, must have been you not realizing you put them in,”
- “…”
- “…”
- he won’t bring it up but he loves the way your face concentrates when reading food labels
- his heart beats faster as he smiles at you
- overall shopping experience is a 7/10, a grown man clinging to your side making a scene if you let go of him but it’s dazai and who says no to him, after all he’s your lovely boyfriend
Yosano Akiko :
- you guys go shopping maybe once a month but when you do, you buy a shit load of things
- she’ll mainly do the shopping, letting you stroll around with the cart
- even then, she’ll ask for your opinion for some of her things
- though sometimes you have to try to convince her to not shop recklessly
- keyword : try
- “um yosano-kun,”
- “yes my love?”
- “are you sure you should be buying another knife collection?”
- “why yes of course, you can never have enough,” she smiles a bit too wide
- you sweat drop, scared for her future patients
- you two shopping is basically a date, a quiet peaceful date, getting away from everything
- overall shopping experience is a 8.5/10, its a cute date apart from yosano trying to get more weapons for her victims patients
Ryūnosuke Akutagawa :
- you might as well be shopping alone
- he’s so quiet, just following you around
- from other people’s pov he looks like your bodyguard just staying behind you
- he lets you do all the shopping, he doesn’t really care what you get
- he’ll just silently watch over what you do
- if you ask him for his opinion expect a short response answer
- “ryū, should i get single sheet toilet paper or double sheet toilet paper?” you look at him
- *cough* “yes”
- “…”
- he likes being around you, even if he doesn’t say a word he likes looking at you
- your presence makes his heart twitch in happiness, he would never admit it though
- overall shopping experience with him would be a 8/10, a silent man following you around isn’t too bad, just don’t get scared when you forget he’s right behind you
Francis Scott Fitzgerald :
- one of the most productive shoppers
- he will buy anything on sale even if he doesn’t need it, normally you have to stop him
- he’s normally the one with the cart, briskly walking around the store with you following him around out of breath
- five minutes into the store and he already has pans and pots in his cart
- “francis-san, i don’t think you need any more cooking utensils”
- “a deal should never be taken for granted my dear,” he holds up a spoon
- “you have the same 20 spoons already”
- “you never know when you’ll need more”
- he loves using coupons and establishing a budget for every shopping trip
- he loves how you always shop with him even if you’re behind trying to catch up
- even after losing everything, you’re still with him, he really does love you
- overall shopping experience would be a 7.5/10, despite having to chase him around, it’s cute to see his eyes twinkle with excitement when he finds out a sale is going on
#written by terra#sincerely terra#engraved with tenderness#bsd x reader#bsd fluff#bungo stray dogs imagines#osamu dazai x reader#yosano akiko x reader#ryūnosuke akutagawa x reader#francis scott fitzgerald x reader
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The Stubborn Player
Aaaaand I went and made another alternate version of Glitchy Red because why not? This isn't gonna end up like Connection, but I do have a few parts written so far. Ideally, I think it'll only be maybe 5-8 chapters long. This one will take more of a supernatural spin on it, and I wrote it using second-person POV, something I almost never do but have been meaning to work on. So yeah, this is just a little experiment. The file name is literally "stubborn player" because I haven't even come up with a title. It's also not meant to be taken too seriously. Honestly it's more of a gag because I got bored and needed to take a break from Connection, although I'm finally recovered from my injury enough that I can type again so I'll be posting more chapters at some point soon.
Red in this version is more sinister than usual (because that seems to be the easiest way for me to write him) and like some headcanons I posted a while ago, he thoroughly enjoys tormenting players. Keep an eye out for another headcanon list for this version because he is a bit different from the last alternate one I came up with. I'll probably post it this weekend, or the next if I don't get the time.
Can you tell I have a hyperfixation?
Writing below the cut.
What appear to be simple glitches in a barely-running game soon reveal themselves to be much more than that. The game, or rather, the main character of the game, is sentient. Sapient, even. Despite the murkiness surrounding his existence, one thing is very clear:
RED does not appreciate being treated like a puppet.
“This isn’t real,” you mumble in disbelief as the game refuses to turn off. You spend several seconds flipping the switch on and off to no avail. You’re rewarded with a firm ‘NO’ for your troubles.
Fine. Bastard can’t do anything if he’s not booted into a console, right?
Much to your dismay, the cart can’t—won’t—let you remove it. RED’s sprite remains in the overworld, smugness leaking through the pixels.
You’re not getting rid of me that easily, the text box reads.
You aren’t one to turn down a challenge. You go find the hammer.
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Two hours. Two hours, multiple household tools, three knives, your car and a firearm later leave you with a totally undamaged—albeit irritated—Game Boy with Pokemon Red loaded into it.
The only thing that receives any damage is your neighborhood reputation when a few busybodies spot you in your yard, taking angry potshots at a children’s toy.
So you sit on your bed having a one-sided stare-down with said toy as you debate what to do next.
What’s wrong? If you’re so desperate to be rid of me, why not give me away to some other asshole?
“Because that’d be such a waste of three weeks and twenty dollars,” you reply, arms crossed. “And that’s not even taking into account the surprise shipping fee.”
You have sharp eyes, RED states suddenly.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
You’re not like the others.
You aren’t afraid of me. You’re stubborn.
You look like you’ll be fun to break.
Only then do you fully register the comment about your eyes and wonder how the hell he can see you.
The only logical thing to do is flip him off.
Weeks went by with you trying—and failing—to destroy the game. It’s become a strange obsession, you being so determined to wipe the smug bastard’s hard drive. When you run out of ideas you decided to chuck him into the basement closet. He can sit there and rot in all his stubborn glory. You could pawn him off to some more sensible sucker, but really, it’s all about getting the last laugh.
You don’t find it so funny when you awaken the next morning to find him leaning over you, face right in yours.
Out of reflex you swing. It phases right through him and his evil smirk. Wasting no time in scrambling out of bed and backing into the opposite wall, you glare at him.
“The hell?”
“Did you really think I’d let you forget about me? I’ve had enough of that to last several lifetimes…”
His voice is tinny and unnatural, clipping in and out and pushed beneath a layer of static. It’s fitting for something as broken as he is.
A stray book is the first thing your hand finds and you throw it at RED in a futile effort to make him leave. As expected, it passes right through him, the intricacies of his face briefly fizzling into static before reverting back to his bemused expression.
He begins taking deliberate steps towards you, reveling in how you have nowhere to run. You meet his ruby eyes head on, sending a cold glare in response. As fucked up as this all is, you aren’t about to let some bit-crushed fuck get the better of you. Not without a fight, at least.
There is no more space between you. You watch RED closely, waiting for him to make a move so you can counter.
His left arm twitches.
RED grips your wrist so tightly you yelp. So much for trying to slip by. He keeps you in place as his left arm reaches into his jacket.
Despite the situation, your only thought is how unfair it is that he can touch you but not the other way around. You’d give a kidney to be able to deck him right now.
RED pulls out an item—the Game Boy you’d attempted to hide in the depths of the basement—and forces it into the hand he’s got a firm hold on.
“You forgot something,” he says, eyes alight with some strange emotion.
“You keep it,” you say as you try to free yourself. His touch is sending uncomfortable sensations along your wrist and arm, like his hand is comprised of small, electrified feathers. You hiss as he moves to grip your hand over the Game Boy, feeling leaving your fingers.
“I want you to keep it. It’s yours, after all.”
He backs away finally and you let out a curse as you cradle your sure-to-be-bruised arm.
“How about a game?” He watches your ever-sharp gaze attempt to pierce him again and laughs. You’re a fun one indeed.
“What the hell do you know about games, asshole? You can’t even play yours.” Damn your arm hurts. What did he do?
RED’s blithe façade falters for half a second, visage twisting into raw anger before he reigns it in. You are the most interesting player he’s ever had. He wants to have some fun with you, and he can’t do that if he slaughters you or drives you mad like the rest. He wants something different this time around.
How long can you possibly last against his unnatural torment before you either fall like the others or pass him along to his next victim?
RED laughs, the sound bouncing off the walls in weird ways as his form flickers and shifts.
You watch him all the while, trying to gauge what he’s thinking.
“Let’s see how long you hold up. You aren’t the first person I’ve tormented, but you’re the most fearless I’ve ever seen. Most people run screaming from me. But you…”
You suppress a shudder as his eyes flash brighter for a second. You’re finally realizing you’re dealing with something far more dangerous than a cursed video game. He’s watching you like you’re his prey. Despite this, you hold back a smirk.
You have the advantage of RED not realizing you’re more than the average ‘player.’
“You seem to think you stand a chance against me. So I’ll give you one. Either you succumb to madness or I somehow get fed up with you enough to leave myself. What do you think? Sound fun?”
You finally allow the smirk to show. “You’re on, Glitchy.”
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just finished the sun and the star and im posting this from my phone but i have to write my feelings down so spoilers of course:
first of all, i get it. this is not a fanfic, this is an actually rick riordan book and i can't expect it to go dark even though the story and the characters on it totally deserve to be put into a more mature light, so i'm trying to be more open about all this, but..... i'm really disappointed.
the writing was flat. the only reason i had any sort of sympathy to the characters and what they were going through was because i already knew them beforehand, but even then they felt like.... strangers. i think rick needs to stick with first person povs, because (and this also something i struggled with when reading the heroes of olympus series) he can't do multi character stories that well. i thought mark could help with this, but it honestly felt all over the place.
and i was expecting some character inconsistency throughout the book and messed up timelines once again, but it still surprised me how obvious those mistakes were. for example, we have nico being an advocate for change: people change, they learn from their past experiences and evolve throughout their lives and this is the whole reason why we are going into this quest! the whole reason why nyx is after me! and not even a couple of chapters later he finds out one of the giants did just that and found love and acceptance and he just flat out refuses to accept this. uhm, what? will has to remind him he's all about change? nico: oh yeah! my bad! forgot we were doing that
( see: chapter 19: ‘You see the trogs,’ said Screech-Bling. ‘You see Bob the Titan.’ Will smiled and squeezed his hand. ���Nyx hates what you represent – change.’ / and then, chapter 22: "Nico scoffed. ‘You didn’t meet Geryon. You don’t know what he’s like.’ ‘Was like,’ said Menoetes. ‘Was. Because now you don’t know what he is like.’ Nico was left speechless. ‘Maybe we should give him a chance,’ said Will. ‘We both know people who were once terrible and then turned things around.' )
and don't get me started of the morals on this book. we get it, it's a book for middle schoolers, but you don't have to state the message of it every single chapter for it to be obvious. we get it, this is about changing and owning up the past but trying to be better in the future. not everything is black and white. okay. oh, ur gonna mention it again? oh, ur gonna get a goddess to spell it out for no reason at all? okay.
and god.......... the whole solangelo situation, i'm so SAD. i love them together, i adore them. but those stories about how they got together........ nico somehow deciding he was gonna tell the entire camp he was gay........ will kissing him for the first time just when he was grieving jason after he died (why. why would any of them think this was okay. WHY)........ i know these situations "make sense" and are explained in the book, but i don't like them. i don't. and i refuse to acknowledge them.
well, no. i'm actually going to acknowledge the whole coming out scene and how the story treats the whole thing. (disclaimer: not every queer person has to agree on this, we all have different experiences and that's fine, this is just my opinion on the matter) i hated how it felt like they were using nico's character as this big pamphlet advertising the "gay is okay!". i know his sexuality is a Big part of his character, and he is the first gay character in the pjo universe, but why did it feel he was also the first queer demigod at the camp? why did it have to be a big deal? i think the whole scene about juniper messing it up and him "choosing" to ask will out and also come out to the entire camp at the same time was..... unnecessary. i didn't need him to say he was gay in front of the entire greek camp, he can be used as an inspiring story for any other demigod just choosing to hold will's hand at dinner.
(and is...... a greek camp...... i can understand internalized homophobia on nico bc of his upbringing, and also anyone can have it no matter their experiences, but..... a greek camp..... and a public coming out scene after the whole thing with cupid.......)
(side note: not even one mention of patroclus and achilles. NOT EVEN ONCE.)
and i think what really sealed the deal for me was hazel. well. THE LACK OF HER. does nico remember he has a sister? does mark knows he has a sister? does rick???????? me, throughout the book: oh so this is the chapter where i get some hazel and nico crumbs! no? okay so the next one! oh, still no mention of her? so the next chapt-
she's mentioned 6 times. 6 times. and only once he's allowed to actually think about her. i hated it. and it was worse with reyna.
(the fact nico thought about annabeth and percy AND JASON? (WHO HE WASNT CLOSE WITH AT THE MOMENT) WHEN HE WAS GOING THROUGH TARTARUS ALONE? BUT DIDN'T THINK ABOUT HAZEL? HELLO?)
and even thought the message of the book is about how light and darkness can coexist within one self (as we are... repeatedly told..... all over again...), it still rubs me the wrong way how, at the end, darkness is still portrayed as something.... bad.... that u have to live with. like will says "‘But now I know that it’s not about conquering, or vanquishing, or any of that kind of hero talk. Sometimes it’s better to learn to live with the darkness.’" uhmmmmmmmmmmmm
all that being said, it was a..... fun book. not life changing and I'm definitely ignoring its existence, but the plot was entertaining enough and i did cry when bianca, maria and hades showed up because i adore the di angelo family. also will has powers! that's cool! i guess!
oh, and nico's little demons/children/whatever they are..... cute. in my head they are like those dust bunnies from ghibli.
#and im not even going to talk about wills whole dilemma with accepting nico's darkness or whatever tf he had going on for the entire book#like i get it but i also dont#should've stayed in the drafts 😁#tsts spoilers#the sun and the stars spoilers#the sun and the star#tsts#nico di angelo#will solace#solangelo
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Omg I’m so happy I’m not the only one who feels like this about Mihawk! I even cosplayed him, because I think he is so cool, but if I actually had to choose between any of those characters I don’t think Mihawk would be that high up there? Maybe it’s because I felt let down, since a lot of fans talked about him and I finally read one piece and there’s just so many more fascinating characters, with much deeper relationships between them in one piece world? But I like cross guild, do you think we will finally get some content? Maybe we get to see his duels with shanks? You think it will be meaningful enough?
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yeah, mihawk has incredible vibes but… not much in the way of concrete lore available, lol.
and you know, i understand why those fans talked him up to you! he’s the first shichibukai we’re ever introduced to, he makes one hell of an impact! his mere existence acts as a warning to the characters we already know and love about what it means to be on the grand line, and what it will take to survive there. he’s very cool, very powerful, very honorable (thankfully for zoro), and shrouded in mystery. he’s meant to intimidate and entice. and it works, he definitely does that!
but we’ve been on the grand line since chapter 101, almost literally a thousand chapters ago. we’ve met tons of powerful characters since then—many of the strawhats have become powerful on that absurd, grand line level—and plenty of those characters have bonded with our heroes, told their stories, explained their motivations, been given depth. not mihawk.
a few thoughts on this:
these days, mihawk occupies a similar role re: zoro as shanks does re: luffy, and all we’ve learned of shanks’ motivations has been from other characters’ POVs. maybe this is just how oda operates when it comes to mentors? obscure motives for all??
we only know as much as we do about zoro’s motivations because the audience was shown a flashback; to the best of my knowledge, zoro has never told anyone about kuina (except tashigi, and he kinda botched that explanation). if we only knew what zoro wanted us to know about his motivations, i think we’d know about as much about zoro as we do mihawk. so maybe this is just a swordman stoicism thing.
or maybe oda just… can’t be bothered to provide backstory for characters who aren’t in the main cast or act as major arc villains. he’s got so many characters at this point i can’t really blame him, lmao.
but maybe cross guild will give us an opportunity!
i can’t imagine it happening any time soon—i’m not super up to date, i prefer to binge read arcs after they’re complete, but the current arc seems unrelated to the laugh tale/one piece hunt—but as i’ve discussed before, shanks and buggy both going after the one piece makes me confident they’re going to run into each other at some point. for peak drama, it would only happen at the very end of the hunt, but oda likes to undercut drama sometimes (especially where buggy is concerned), so who knows.
whenever it happens, mihawk’s consistent refusal to engage with shanks, to the extent that he once left a battlefield specifically to avoid him, should be a conflict within cross guild. and a flashback to at least one of their fights—maybe their last one? or maybe to the first time they met after shanks lost the arm?—would make a lot of sense in that moment.
now, would the contents of that flashback be meaningful? i hope so. i haven’t put a lot of thought into the potential whats and whys of mihawk, or his relationship with shanks—but i want him to be more complex than he sometimes appears. like, for example: i don’t want to think mihawk refuses to fight shanks just because he’s down an arm. i want the reason to be more interesting than that.
#asked and answered#one piece#i try to think about mihawk beyond a certain point and it’s just ? ?? ????#there’s only so much wild speculation i’m willing to do#i need *some* canon scaffolding to build upon#dracule mihawk#*mihawk’s backstory
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meg’s obx s3 thoughts (don’t read if you enjoy jiara or don’t want to read spoilers)
overall thoughts:
plot—i’ve said it once and i’ll say it again, i do not care about the gold plot. i like obx for the fun and goofy summer teen vibes with some messy romance and that silliness that we haven’t really seen since season 1 despite tiny one or two line teases of it every so often. i don’t care about the gold and i don’t think anybody should be that rich to have that gold and seeing the kids at the end with all that money just felt SO weird in like a fanfiction i wrote at 13 sort of way. secondly, too much adults this season. yeah i’m an adult and i usually enjoy a good adult pov in a teen show but these adults are off the rails so it’s not like a splash of maturity and groundedness it’s just straight up murder and child ab*se. the only good adults on this show are the heyward parents and we barely got to see them but i’ll give the writers what we did see was so warm and inviting and felt like the only safe space of this entire series. finally, although there’s so much to touch on, the poguelandia bit really broke my suspension of disbelief bc where was the body hair and grease and sunburn?? i know this show is written purely to be a male fantasy but let’s be real.
characters:
pope—number one character third season ina row!! he was amazing and is always amazing. it hurt seeing how pope was hurting because of his breakup with kie but i’m glad they didn’t brush it all over and pretend it was nothing to him the way they wrote it for kie. it also felt realistically in character for the academic burnout and perfectionism to spiral when pope got back and temporarily drops out of school, but i’m so happy that it quickly got resolved of course with the help of popes loving support system. slay baby!!
sarah—babygirl was a standout to me this season. i enjoyed her in s1 and was extremely bored of her in s2 but she came right back around and basically took all the screen time and did not disappoint. i mean, she did cheat on john b and that’s icky but i’m not saying she’s a good person her character was just really fun to watch if that makes sense. i’m still waiting for us to learn ANYTHING about sarah (or kie or any woman on this damn boat show) because right now sarah cameron is just an enigma and not much a human person. but madelyn can act!!
kie—well, i really enjoyed kie in season 1 and i kind of felt meh in s2 and this season i’m just not able to enjoy her character anymore. the rich girl who wants to be edgy thing is getting old and like yeah i get feeling connected to your friends but babes being a “pogue” (i cringe every time i hear it especially at this point in the show) is about growing up with all the cards stacked against you and being a poor kid on a super rich touristy island and like yeah the “kook” kids are rich assholes but kie needs to stop getting so heated when people call her a kook because she is. anyway. i’m sorry but kie is just such a missed opportunity because the writers refuse to give her any sort of dimension besides being a not-like-other-girls girl and literally all of her scenes were either being an unhinged 16 year old trying to go dangerously flee to south or central america or jiara or with rafe cameron and i just couldn’t enjoy any of her scenes. i’ve given up on obx writing even one decent female character.
jj—i can’t stand him anymore. i know, i know, he’s the boy of the moment but at this point he’s gained zero character development and all the other characters are off the rails so he feels so much less banana pants as he did the first season. and again, with no time for goofy silliness his character just faded into the background for me. i would’ve loved to see literally anything in the way of character growth, like he could’ve have a good going back to school ark alongside pope or maybe gotten at job at heywards or anything but all of his scenes were either jb side kick or jiara and his actual character just fell flat for me.
cleo—i want a flushed out female character SO badly!!!!!!!! i can’t wait for fanfic writers to give her some personality of her own because she and pope have fabulous chemistry and i’m rooting for them but i barely know who she is.
john b—he got absolutely played this season. he’s grown on me a lot since season 1 but then he started to beat topper into oblivion and it really brought me right back to not liking this kid. i mean get that he’d just seen his dad murder people and that’s super traumatic but like this show is already enough toxic masculinity and i just need him to find a different way to express himself. i know obx writers are not at all concerned with being socially progressive or conscious in any way shape or form but watching this show as an adult woman is just ~shakes head~
relationships:
sarah and john b—are they married? lmao i don’t remember this at all. the wiki page says not legally so i don’t even know but that seems on brand for the level of chaos that is this show. i feel like they’ve reached a point where they don’t need to be together. like, i’m sorry but if sarah or john b were my friends i’d give them the advice to break up. like jb she cheated on you with an ex at the very first fight. and sarah, please just get with a guy who’s stable and kind and not physically or verbally violent with you or anyone else. plus the chemistry was all off this season so even in their good moments it just felt like a sinking ship to me.
jj and kie—if you follow my blog you know my take on this ship. i tried to go in open minded but the writing was so poor that it didn’t feel natural at all. the thing that really got to me was the “jayj” nickname. i know it was all fanservice and the nickname is popular in the fandom but kie nor anybody else has EVER called him that prior to this season and it just felt so forced and weird. like she’s always called him jj and that’s already a nickname. whatever. i also wonder what actual jiara shippers think because i thought any natural chemistry was crushed with how awful the writing was. don’t get me started on the entire weird dynamic with jj breaking her out and driving her around on his dirt bike in a high speed chase without a helmet on.
pope and cleo—fantastic natural chemistry and probably the most likeable couple this season imo. i wish cleo was flushed out and had her own characterization and layers because they have a lot of potential. they’re fanfic-trope heavy as well but with tropes i like so i’ll allow it. cleo getting along with popes family was so cute to watch and the way she and popes dad joked around was so natural and sweet.
final thoughts:
this was pretty negative and yeah i didn’t know if i was going to even watch the new season because it feeling kind of bored and meh after s2, but i needed something lighthearted to watch and i wanted to see where they were going to go with the story, especially for pope because he really is one of my favorite characters atm. regardless, at this point i don’t know if i’m gonna stick around for the next season or not. it’s really hard to watch a show that is as strong of a male fantasy as this one. like there are no fleshed out female characters, no queer characters, and it’s so hard to relate to what any of these characters are going through because they’re living on deserted islands with shaved legs and bumping off of yachts to and from central and south america to go fight mob bosses and find an ancient city that was so easy to find i was shed of my suspension of disbelief. last thought, the dynamite scene was so wtf because why’d he bring it (1) and (2) for that much money people could just absolutely mine that mountain, so it’s absolutely not “giving up the gold for his son” kind of redemption arc that isn’t possible for his character after all big john has done.
those are my thoughts. argue with me if you want but if you follow my blog you likely agree with some of these takes.
#meg watches obx s3#obx spoilers#might go back and delete this but needed to get my thoughts out bc nobody in my life watches this show and i need to vent on the web#so many typos but it’s the middle of the night and im on my phone whatever#meg shut up
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OK so a couple people seemed interested in the fic rec list so here it is. I haven’t done one of these before so keep in mind this is just my personal likes, and idk if this is usual but i’m also going to put my little mini reviews + warnings (not content warnings but anything I think might deter someone from reading) on them so you kind of know what to expect. Obviously I can’t vouch for any of the authors on this list as I don’t know any of them personally, so if some fic ends up being written by a heinous person just know I didn’t raise them that way. List under the cut:
OK! Without further ado, I’m going to be ranking these in descending order down to my all-time favorite, but first I'm going to add two fics that are kind of nebulous to rank because they are both crossovers. If I were going to rank them, both would be near the top of the list.
“Now You’re Thinking With Real Science” by Jaywings
This fic is just insanely good. It’s a Portal 2 crossover, and even for two franchises that already seem to blend together really well with the same brand of darkly humorous cyberpunk themes, it does a really good job of fitting the world and characters together in a way that makes perfect sense. Everything flows together really well, and every character from a large cast of characters is well handled and gets a chance to do something (or have something done to them). Fair warning, there are a few pretty intense scenes, and this one is as of yet unfinished, but still updating, and I highly recommend it.
Warnings: This fic makes me want to like wheatley again and I won't, dammit. I refuse. Die you traitorous metal ball.
“Mad World” by iamwriting
This is a crossover between IZ and Jhonen Vasquez’ other most famous work, his horror/black comedy comic series Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. For those that have never read any of Vasquez' other work, it’s safe to say that JTHM makes Invader Zim look like Blue’s Clues, so fair warning before going into it this fic is dark. I wouldn’t go so far as to say it’s depressing, but it certainly handles very heavy themes (insanity, suicide...murder, obviously) and doesn’t pull punches. That said, it really surprised me just how well-crafted, compelling and moving this fic is. By the time I was finished with it, all the plot threads had pulled together so tightly I had to go back and reread chapters just to confirm that oh, yeah- I didn’t imagine that, the author set that up so subtly I didn’t even notice. An absolute 10/10 for plot, mood, and how well it kept me engaged (I spent an entire workday feverishly reading this and didn’t even notice the time pass) with a powerful and satisfying payoff.
Warnings: This story is told in a very restricted first person pov, which can sometimes feel awkward, but is necessary for setting up an unreliable narrator. Characters, particularly Zim, can also sometimes feel ooc, but this too has an in-fic explanation that I won’t spoil.
OK! Enough crossovers, onto the ranked fics:
#6: “Hey, Spacejerk” by HeCallsMeHisChild
This particular author and her series of fics were some of the first that I read in the fandom, and one thing I can say with absolute certainty is that she has the most original ideas I’ve ever seen. Hey Spacejerk is strange, and that’s not a bad thing. It starts out as sort of a self-contained exploration of isolation with elements of psychological horror, and blossoms into something totally different by the end. If you don’t mind suspending disbelief and being taken along for the ride, I really think this it's an enjoyable read, with a strange but satisfying conclusion.
Warnings: not really an issue for me, but this fic was written before the movie release, and Prof. Membrane takes on a villain-like role in this story so if that’s a deal breaker, you’ve been warned.
#5 “A Parade of Indignities” by RissyNicole
A LOT has been said about this fic and how good it is that there’s almost not much left to say. This story is epic in scope and very good at maintaining the nail-biting suspense it sets up early on. Supporting characters who didn’t get much focus in the show are a big part of this one, and help the world feel more fleshed out and alive. This story isn’t finished, and I have to admit I’m actually not caught up with it, but regardless. The fandom considers this one a must-read and I do too.
Warnings: If you are an anxious hypochondriac like me this one can be a psychological horror as well! Little added bonus :)
#4 “Important Messages From Beyond the Stars” by myrskytuuli
This one is very niche and catered to my interests. I love stories that utilize the Resisty, and I'm an absolute sucker for anything exploring Zim’s time working as a scientist on Vort. Is it canon compliant? Not even close. Is it fully in character? Highly debatable, but this fic rec list needs some of the heartwarming found family healing only fanfic can provide, and goddamn it this fic provides. This one is also unfinished but still updating, and as new chapters and plot threads are introduced I’m more and more excited to see where it leads.
Warnings: Again, if you’re looking for canon compliance and the usual dark cynicism of IZ, this is not the fic for you.
#3 "Forced Perspective" by 0palite
I read this fic more recently after stumbling across some of the adorable drawings the author did for each chapter. This fic is quintessential zadf, and that’s a-ok with me. It’s character driven all the way through, and great care is taken in examining the different ways they think, as well as their motivations and worldviews. Everything feels in line with canon, and the development of the plot as well as the central friendship is natural and never feels too contrived. Really enjoyable read, and the drawings and animations created for every chapter are so charming and a huge added bonus to this one.
Warnings: None really, if slowburn zadf isn’t your thing you won’t enjoy this.
#2 “Experimental” by HideousBlob
I don't think it would be an overstatement of any kind to say that Experimental and its lost? sequel Hypothetical are sort of the golden standard when it comes to Invader Zim fics. Butingly funny, very in character, bordering on psychological horror in places, this one excels at utilizing Zim's manic hypochondria to create a real sense of paranoia and keep the reader guessing. A great story with or without the slowburn zadf going on in the background, this fic is also available in the form of a great 8-bit RPG game with multiple choices and endings. One thing to note is that this particular author has since distanced herself from the fandom, so although you can still find the fic on archive.org (dm me if you’d like to play the game) please don’t go attempt to contact her about it.
Warnings: I just wish I could read her other fics again. Thats all 😭😭
#1 “Leaving Home” by DiscoTeriyaki
This fic is the bane of my existence. It’s so good I hate it. And the worst part is that I can’t even put my finger on exactly what makes it so good. Leaving Home’s main idiosyncracy is that it’s very grounded in the real world, much more so than most other fics on this list. For example, Dib and Gaz have (or, had) a mother, real-world cities are mentioned, and the author utilizes a soundtrack of real-world songs from the late 1970’s to tell the story. This fic is very self-contained and small in scope, but it has a cutting, straight-forward and bittersweet take on the characters and their relationships. Exploring themes of growing up, death and remembrance, forgiveness, and what it means to be important to someone without particularly liking them. Everytime I read it (and I’ve read it a few times) I notice something new, and I’m in awe of how well this author is able to say so much in so few words. If you read this, do yourself a favor and listen to the music the fic provides.
Gripes: I’d really like to stop crying everytime “The Lights Go Down” by ELO comes on please and thanks.
And that's it! If you decide to read anything on this list, let me know what you thought of it, and please show these authors some love. And if there's a fic you think I would enjoy based on these recs, I'd be thrilled to check it out (and YES that includes your own fic). Thanks for reading!
#iz#invader zim#fic rec list#rissynicole#jaywings#discoteriyaki#iamwriting#0palite#myrskytuuli#hecallsmehischild#jthm#portal 2
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Wait, hold on, I’m not trying to make any assumption here, but why does it feel like to me that everyone just kinda assumes that Y/N full-on wanted to have sex with Satoru willingly? I mean, she gave in along the way but not at first. Also, an anon said they don’t know “what was going on through Y/N’s head when Satoru was kissing her and what made her go along with him or was she not thinking?” but like, I thought it was pretty obvious??? There are sprinkles of Y/N’s thoughts along the way, not just Satoru’s.
To me, Y/N and Satoru's sex scene overall is kinda like a callback to chapter 1. In chapter 1, Satoru offered to stay with Y/N one last time, but she refused his offer, so in chapter 6, when he started getting it on with her, she played along, not because she “accepted” him back or any bs like that, it’s bc to her it’s probably smth like “oh, he and I didn’t get much closure, so why don’t we do this one last dance and then call it quit?”, so basically, it’s “break-up sex” to her. And to Satoru, it’s “make-up” sex. But then again, with the way the scene is depicted in this dubious way, I don’t quite blame people for being confused. Also, I think chapter 6 should have a dubcon tw tbh bc no matter how much I re-read it, it feels like Satoru was kind of “forced” Y/N into having sex with him (yeah, sounds pretty awful but I can’t help but feel a bit uncomfortable whenever I get to this part).
As for why Y/N would cheat when she seems like the kind who wouldn’t do such a thing to others, I think she just got caught off in emotions (just like a certain someone) and went along with the excuse I just mentioned above, so yeah, basically, a human moment of weakness which is also another parallel to Satoru&Rie cheating scene.
All in all, the word vomit above is just the way I interpret chapter 6, and I want to talk about it bc I feel like a lot of people got confused, but maybe Kai will elaborate more about it in the next chapter.
yesss, i really added a few of her thoughts in those lines. it's not fully from her pov but you could get a gist of what she was feeling or thinking about in those lines !! tysm for pointing that out and also for reminding me of that tag, i added it :)) and yess, when yn said "one last time" it's like she's saying that after that, she has no plans of associating herself w satoru again :> and you're right, even yn gets swayed by her emotions :(( this is a really good analysis !! i loveee your takes <33 and i hope you're doing good~
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Watch Party Watch: Reform School Girls (1986)
I'm sure this movie had a poster, but mostly existed as a worn out VHS
Watched: 04/28/2023
Format: Amazon Watch Party
Viewing: Unknown
Director: Tom DeSimone
So, first: Apologies. It's probably best that I actually remember the movies we're going to watch more than a few key scenes. This movie turned out to be a bit much more than I recalled it being, and I find it insane I was watching this on cable when I was like, 13.
Ah, the 1980's.
I was a bit surprised that no one had seen this, and many never heard of it. It's a cult-classic of the 1980's, and a lot of what made it so has faded in the ensuing 37 years.
This is a movie that, as Jenifer put it, covers all the tropes of the "women in prison movie" and then cranks up the exploitation (this is New World Pictures, one of the Roger Corman brands). So, it's assuming an audience that has grown up on slew of "women in prison" pictures that started showing up post WWII as earnest socially conscious filmmaking paired with, you know, ladies kicking each other, which was a novelty. Plus a host of other sketchy activities, some explicit, many implied.
1983's Chained Heat - which stars Sybil Danning but as a prisoner - is a pretty good indicator of what was going on at this point. It has legit actors (Henry Silva, John Vernon) but is clearly an exploitation picture. Mostly I remember 1980's-me wandering the aisles of the video store and being acutely aware there was more than one movie about women in jail, and some vague promise of sexiness. But since my Mom was paying, I was not asking to see these films.
Reform School Girls is loosely based on the 1957 film Reform School Girl, which I have not seen. But also familiar if you've seen other pictures. It's mostly been forgotten, but 1980's hip young adults were very into reflecting back the absurdities of the 1950's American monoculture. If you go back and watch other 1980's movies, usually lower budget stuff, but you can see the Elvis, Marilyn Monroe, etc... But also much as folks like myself born in the 70's grew up with 4 or 5 channels, most of which was reruns of stuff from decades prior. So, yeah, I imagine replays of those old movies were part of all that.*
The movie itself follows a teen girl who gets in trouble with the law, which lands her in court and on to "reform school" (but good luck pointing out when anyone is in class in this movie). The movie hits all the notes of prison and women in prison films, starting with the "you don't know what you're in for" messaging to the lead and therefore us. And then cue the humiliations of entering prison, paired with the exploitation of a 1980's Corman flick. And that's when I realized "oh yeah. This is probably full of nudity", which is an awkward moment with a chat full of people.
The movie's stars are Sybil Danning (who many dudes of a certain age has a passing knowledge), Pat Ast (whom you should Google), and Wendy O. Williams of The Plasmatics, who is 37 and playing... 45? and 17? I dunno, but I've thought she was great since I was 13 or 14. And then actually stars a supposedly 16 year old Linda Carol (I am suspicious of her listed birth year) as our POV character hero.
I *do* think the movie is funnier than was taken by the group. Everything is at 11. It's all absurd, including the atrocities of the film, and that's kind of the point. But maybe that's just not where we're at these days. We kind of are more aware of actual exploitation in a way the 1980's was not. But the movie could have leaned into the absurdity more and had fun with it instead of saying "no, the joke is how woefully dark this is going to get, and we're going to refuse to take it seriously".
All in all, I wish I'd revisited it solo, but here we are.
*it's funny. Growing up in Austin, we really didn't have much in the way of TV on local channels after 10:30 PM except SNL. I read lot of references to latenight movies playing on local TV, but by the late 1980's, I was watching Reform School Girls on cable, not the movies that inspired it. I don't remember what would have been playing on our UHF channel, if, in fact, they hadn't signed off. I suspect the larger cities of the 1970s had more of this, but we just didn't.
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ALRIGHT SHADOW AND BONE EPISODE TWOOOOOO
if you wanna see my Episode 1 yelling, Here It Is
“HONESTLY NOTHING I’M NOT EVEN SURE WHO YOU ARE” hjsdfkghdfkgjhjk amazing
(also tolya’s little smile at alina :33333 he just met THE MESSIAH FIGURE and he’s gonna be CUTE ABOUT IT)
Mal, in answer to your question, the difference between a pirate and a privateer is that privateers are lame. I’m sorry Nikolai, I love you with my whole entire heart, I know you’re lawful good and all and you can’t help it. But privateers are just pirates who are not cool and have to kiss some authority-figure ass to get permission before they go pirating
gOD HE’S SO FUCKING GOOD THOUGH, HE IS THE PERFECT AMOUNT OF OVER THE TOP CHARM, THE LITTLE “MY DARLINGS” AND VAGUE GENUFLECTION. HE IS SO GOOD. I LOVE HIM. SO MUCH.
“IT IS THE WOUND THAT WILL NOT HEAL!!!!!!!!!!!!” I’m SAYING!!!!! I never posted it but I wrote meta this week about how I Stan The Fold As A Character And I Don’t Think Ravka Deserve To Be Rid Of It, simply because it is symbolically a wound, and you don’t get to hide the evidence of Ravka’s ugly past if you refuse to confront that past. you all want the wound gone, but no one is willing to look at the knife
oh gOOD I’m glad they got in this dialogue in about loneliness. I love that scene in the book, it’s such a good conversation
OH FUCKING FINALLY, LET THIS MAN SAY THE QUIET PART OUT LOUD. LITERALLY IF EVERY SINGLE PERSON YOU’VE EVER KNOWN, EXCEPT YOUR MOM, HAS DIED OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN FOR CENTURIES, THAT DOES FUCK YOU UP A LITTLE BIT
OHHHH WE GOT THE “YOU LIVE IN A SINGLE MOMENT, I LIVE IN A THOUSAND” THANK YOU BEN BARNES FOR YOUR LIST OF FAVORITE BOOK QUOTES
Darklina Argument #2: it’s 0-2, aleksander’s still winning
I’m having such a fucking delightful time, because “lock these two in a room together and let them argue” is in fact my favorite dynamic of theirs. I think every single self-indulgent darklina bedtime story I have ever told myself boils down to “oh no, we are stuck here because Circumstances and cannot physically kill each other, all we can do is have a philosophical argument about it instead”
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“A MIRACLE WOULD HAVE BEEN MORE FORGIVING, THIS WAS TENACITY????”
WHO READ MY FIC???????
I??????? there is. nothing more surreal. than hearing a sentence you wrote for a character come out of that character’s mouth. literally heard that and just sat BOLT UPRIGHT AND WENT HOLD ON, I KNOW I USED THE WORD TENACITY, I KNOW I WROTE MIRACLES > TENACITY, WHAT. well damn. that’s some solid reassurance that I am NAILING characterization if canon is saying the same thing. tfw you write Aleksander’s internal narration so well you end up predicting canon??
love that scene with genya, love that he gets to be like. a flesh and bone human instead of the vaguely fae-esque superhuman quality he had in the books (and I loved him in the books, but let him be a flesh and bone human), love that he’s just like SO YOU KNOW THE OPPRESSION?? THE OPPRESSION THAT GRISHA FACE??? every time he opens his mouth, so true of you bestie, I love the dimensionality going on, I love that he gets to be multifaceted, I love that we get to see him weak and suffering instead of the “never a hair out of place” perspective when we were limited to an Alina first-person POV
I love that the first 13 minutes of this episode was just my favorite guy and then my other favorite guy
yeah GIRL Nina’s so good, and also I love the butting of heads between her and Kaz
……………..THAT’S how you pronounce djel? GEL?????? I was at least giving it a sort of dyel diphthong situation
“IT’S NOT EVEN A LONG NAME,” oh mal’s got JOKES
the boat score is Very Good
this season feels like it’s allowing a lot more time and breathing room for Character Moments which I love? the pacing of season 1 felt like being jostled down a bumpy road. but like with the scene of Alina and the twins playing cards, it’s not JUST exposition, there’s also some character moments about identity, it just feels like they’re taking a little more time to let the characters inhabit the scene? (also I am really excited for the Alina + twins dynamic now that Alina’s not a white girl? their relationship to her in the books had some…. very weird layers to it, but they’re already getting off on a much more genuine and sincere and equal foot)
I also really like the angle of Alina having prophetic dreams. in the books, she felt like someone who wasn’t actually The Chosen One, she just happened to be born into a culture that thought of her as the chosen one. but the prophetic dreams and her having a bond to the amplifiers that she’s had her whole life makes it actually seem like a real chosen one situation, instead of just some emo boy going “YOU WERE MEANT TO HAVE THEM” and then refusing to elaborate
“There is a cost, always, to making difficult choices. The key is making sure that cost is not regret” DAMN THAT’S ONE FUCK OF A LINE! when did shadow and bone start writing dialogue that fucks so hard???? god wow. talk about a Character Defining Line Of Dialogue. holy shit. a thesis statement???? A REAL CHARACTER THESIS STATEMENT???????
horse moments :3333
the framing of this scene with Kaz refusing to turn around and the negative space is really good
the guy who’s playing Pekka is REALLY good
/clears throat and looks respectively at nikolai with his ruffled undone shirtsleeves and his foppish silk floral vest all bent over a desk and—
“VERY FANCY CARGO”
“YOU’RE NOT JUST SUNSHINE, SUNSHINE”
also I like Mal hearing the whistle tones for the stag and the seawhip. it’s doing a good job foreshadowing what I assume they’re still building towards. I guess it helps when you have the plot twist ahead of time and can write towards it instead of making shit up as you go along
KHSDKFJGHSDFKHG I love this his mother calls him ugly and we get a surprisingly genuine smile before he remembers to be angry. Morozova family drama NEVER misses, I love their dysfunction. but also, when the fuck did he have time to…. presumably kidnap her from os alta and lock her in a waterfall? I guess you could send delegates but wow, man’s had a very full schedule
MULTIPLE TIDEMAKERS??? BACK TO BACK SCENES WITH TIDEMAKERS?????? THE GRISHAVERSE REMEMBERED THAT TIDEMAKERS EXIST???????????????????
Poor Rusalye. My dear little seamonster. Condemned by the narrative, always gone too soon.
NINA IS SO CHARISMATIC, I love her
NO COMMENTS, BUT WOW THAT EXTENDED CROWS FIGHT SEQUENCE WOW !!!!!!!
it is extremely fascinating how much we’re doing Crooked Kingdom before Six of Crows
OKAY THIS SEASON CONTINUES TO BE REALLY FUCKING GOOD???????
#episode 2 verdict: I'VE. HAD. THE TIME OF MY LIIIIIIIIIIFE.#also. a sentence?? very similar to one I wrote in a fic???? WAS IN THIS EPISODE??#I'm gonna be reeling from that one for a hot minute let me tell you#HE JUST SAID IT AND I WAS LIKE. HOLD ON. DIDN'T I USE THOSE EXACT WORDS IN THE SAME SENTENCE.#grishaverse#shadow and bone#sab liveblog
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ménage, chapter five
previous chapter, masterpost
this reads like a filler but when you look back youll see it sets up for so so so much
riley pov
Riley couldn't remember a time when Sunday mornings were calm.
All mornings in the home were hectic and loud. Nobody could really sleep in unless they were Megan, who trained herself to. But Sundays were the day when Rebeckah went to town to run errands. Sometimes one of the younger kids tagged along with her but they typically found it boring, and the older kids stayed home to keep the house from falling apart.
Riley didn’t mind. She liked watching over Kenny and Lenna. But recently Sundays had become tense. Because Sunday was when Evan and Matteo couldn’t avoid each other. They couldn't dance around each other like they did the rest of the week. They had to interact and talk to watch over the young ones and help dish out chores.
And if they refused? Then the work fell on Riley’s shoulders.
Judging by the sound she woke up to, it might be one of the latter days.
“He’s insufferable!” Evan stormed into their room as Riley finished making her bed. “He won’t even listen to me! My name's Matteo and I’m right, screw everyone else's opinions!”
“Rough morning?”
“Loud enough to wake Meggie.”
Riley hummed. “I doubt it.”
She didn’t sleep well the night before. Her mind never quite shut off after Megan amped her up. Every creak felt too loud, and Evan snored a bit. But the boy didn’t seem put off by her lack of emotions in the response, he just kept on talking.
“He’s all, this is my life not yours! So screw you and how you feel!”
“He’s not entirely wrong, you know.” Riley yawned. “I mean, the second part no- but it is Matteo’s future. Ultimately what he wants is what he will do.”
Matteo wanted to move out and far away, distancing himself from his life in their town. Even from a young age, he hated being orphaned. He hated the lack of a biological family. He wanted nothing more than to leave. The small home, small town, small circle lifestyle made him restless.
But Evan saw the people living in the home as more than housemates. Biology meant nothing to him. Family is family. And Matteo was his older brother.
That’s not to say Matteo didn’t see Evan as a younger brother. Riley was sure he did. Matteo just didn’t verbally declare it like Evan did.
“Besides,” She continued, “No matter what Matteo does, he’ll still keep in contact. We won’t lose him just because he wants to see the world.”
“You don’t get it.”
“Sure I do.”
“Then why are you siding with him?”
“Ev, I’m not. I just see both sides. I think Matteo could handle distributing the news a lot better, but it’s not our decision to make for him.”
“Are you even sad about it?”
“Yeah, of course I am,”
“Yeah because you look really torn up.”
“Evan, it is eight am and I did not sleep well. Pardon me for not being a weeping mess over something we knew would happen.”
“I came for you for comfort, you know.” Evan crossed his arms, “I am always there for you and the one time I need you to side with me you just shoot me down and make me feel dramatic.”
“I wasn’t trying to- I just,” Riley sighed. “He’s not dying y’know.”
“You don’t get it. You and him and the oldests. You get to leave and not look back.”
“I’m only four weeks older than you-”
“And half the home looks up to you! You can’t just leave once you're bored and leave us all here!”
“Evan, I’m not the one leaving!”
Great, now Riley was part of the yelling.
“Of course you’re not. I know that. I just-” Evan bit his lip. “Whatever, Rye. Thanks for trying to make me feel better.”
He didn’t sound thankful.
Megan was, shockingly, still asleep as Riley walked past her room. Most of the home got up around seven on Sundays, but it wasn’t an official rule set by Rebeckah, just the time most of the home naturally got up. So Riley slept in until eight or nine, and Megan would sleep well into the afternoon if nobody woke her up. The only night owl in a home of early birds.
Matteo was already in the kitchen by the time Riley walked past. He nodded to her briefly before continuing to prep breakfast. Lenna and Kenny were keeping eachtoher nicely entertained in the livingroom, so she sat on the sofa to keep an eye over them.
There was thirty seconds of peace as Riley got comfy before Lenna noticed her arrival. “Riley! Guess what? Guess what?!”
“What?”
“No, guess!”
Lenna clambered over the back of the sofa, leaning half on top of Riley with excited eyes.
“Uhhh, I don’t know!”
“I saw the tiny people!”
It took Riley’s tired brain a moment to realize what she was talking about before smiling.“A borrower?”
“Mhm! A girl! Not a boy like the stories.”
“Was she friendly?”
Lenna deflated. “I dunno she ran away.”
“Aw” Riley ruffled her hair, “Maybe next time.”
“You don’t believe me.” Lenna frowned.
“Of course I believe you!”
“Why aren’t you more excited?”
“I am very excited, Lenna. I’m just tired, too.”
“Oh.” The nine year old seemed momentarily stumped perking up. “Then you need coffee. Let’s go!”
Lenna grabbed Riley’s arm before leaning all her weight backwards to pull the girl off the sofa and drag her into the kitchen.
“Good morning.” Matteo says, still at the stovetop.
“Morning.” Riley smiled as Lenna rushed around the kitchen, shoving an empty mug and spoon into her hands.
.”Get coffee!”
“Alright, alright!” Riley laughed, stepping over to the coffee maker. “Lenna, while I do this will you wake up Meg for me?”
“Okay!”
Riley could hear her bounding up the stairs as she stirred her cup.
“She really looks up to you, y’know.” Matteo says, leaning against the counter. “Meg too.”
“We’re the three girls of the house. We gotta stick together.”
“You say that like you’re outnumbered or something.” Matteo rolled his eyes. “But that’s not what I mean. They don’t listen to Evan or I like they do to you. I’ve been trying to get Lenna to wake up Meg for the past hour. She refused until you waltz in.”
Riley grinned. “Maybe I’m simply better.”
It was almost deja vu, to be told the younger kids looked up to her twice in the same hour. It wasn't new news, Riley could tell she was admired. For Lenna and Kenny the bar wasn’t exactly high. But nobody ever really said it to her face before. And now she was going on twice before noon.
It was almost hyporticical too, at least to hear it from Matteo. He was not one to talk.
“You really should try talking to Evan in a calm manner.” She was brought up. “Not by fighting. Just- explain to him why you want to leave. He thinks you hate him.”
“He knows that’s not true.” Matteo rolled his eyes, shutting off the stove top.
“No, he genuinely is blaming himself.”
“Well he shouldn’t.”
“I’m not telling you how to feel, don’t get defensive. I’m just-”
“Literally telling me how to feel.”
“No?”
“Yes, you are. I’m Riley and I know what is best for everyone so I’m gonna interfere in topics that have nothing to do with me. You think I don’t know how Evan feels? He’s screamed at me like a dozen times in the past four days. Stay out of it.”
It appears this is a sensitive topic. Great, not both older kids were mad at her.
Breakfast was-
Tense.
Lanna and Kenny were too young to tell what was going on, but even they could tell something was wrong. The only conversation longer than a couple sentences at the table was Lanna telling Megan about the tiny person she saw. Megan finally got her taste of revenge by shutting Lanna down with the same thing Matteo told her.
The difference was Lanna was nine and started to cry.
“Megan!” Riley hissed as Lanna ran away from the table.
“I’ll get her,” Evan sighed.
“What!” Megan was exasperated.
“You don’t have to be right every time, Megan. If Lanna wants to believe in borrowers, why's that so bad?” Matteo said.
Megan blinked, her mouth slightly open like she couldn't believe what she was hearing. “Matteo, you are so hypocritical!”
Riley didn’t disagree.
Today was a mess.
Breakfast didn’t last long after that. Megan stormed off to her room, Kenny grew bored of scrambled eggs, and Matteo just cleaned up in a huff.
The day was already hell, so Riley began to clean the living room in an attempt to cross off some chores from Rebeckah’s list. She could already see Rebekah’s reaction to ‘sorry, we did nothing today besides learn to hate each other’. A stressed, sad, smile. Rebeckah did so much for all of them. The least Riley could do was clean the house if peace maker wasn’t going well.
“Hey.” Megan stepped into the room as Riley began cleaning up Lanna and Kenny’s toys.
“Feel any better?”
Megan ignored the question. “Let’s hang out.”
“Not today, Meg. I’m sorry, I’ve got chores.”
“I can help.”
“It’s really a one person job. Why don’t you hang with somebody else? We can go to the shops in town tomorrow together. I’ll pay to make up for it.”
“I can’t hang with somebody else.” Megan crosses her arms. “Evan and Matteo look ready to cry or go into another screaming match and Kenny and Lenna are babies.”
“Careful- don’t let Lenna catch you saying that, she’ll take it personally.”
“I dont care.” Megan crossed her arms. “I’m stuck in the middle. Too young for the older kids and too old for the younger kids. I don’t want to play princess but I don’t want to talk about college.”
“I’m sorry.” Riley mumbled, not looking up from where she was tidying up.
“Yeah, I can tell you feel horrible about it.”
She sighed, turning to the younger girl. “Megan, I do feel bad, honestly. You’ve just- picked a bad time. Today has been a lot so far and it’s not even noon yet.”
“Right. Of course. Sorry to be a bother.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“It was implied.”
Megan sunk into the sofa, crossing her arms over her chest without giving Riley a chance to defend herself to correct her poor choice of phrasing.
Riley stood with a frown. Everyone was fighting today.
“Meg-”
The other girl turned away.
Kenny was crying a couple rooms over. Evan was yelling at Matteo to help him. Matteo was MIA. There was no telling if Evan was still with Lanna or if she was unsupervised. Rebeckah wouldn't be home for another couple hours and at this rate they were not lasting that long. Megan was sniffling and Riley just stood there.
Everything that could go wrong in a day went wrong.
She didn’t know what to do.
She wasn’t quite sure where it all went wrong either.
Everyone seemed to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed except for Lanna, who was instantly shot down everytime she brought up the borrower she saw.
That’s it.
Riley was lucky that Rebeckah’s office was opened. She made her way to the back of the room, running her fingers along the familiar book spines until she found the one she was looking for.
Megan was still at the opposite end of the sofa, curled into herself, when Riley sat down in the center of the sofa. The younger girl noticed Rebeckah’s storybook quickly, but she didn’t mention it, only stealing glances at Riley through the corner of her eye.
Riley flicked open to a random story, staring at the page. She didn’t even begin to read, just counting in her head.
One…
Two…
Three…
“-Wait.” Megan crawled closer to her. “Can you-” She hesitated. “Can you read it out loud?”
“Why of course.” Riley smiled. “It was another midnight adventure when the young girl learned about Audwin’s past.”
Megan rested her chin on Riley’s shoulder to read it too, a soft smile on her face.
“The young girl didn’t know much of Audwin’s family, but she assumed he at the very least had one. But when he said he didn’t, he asked her not to be sad for him. That it was just how things were for him. The young girl said that was how things were for her too. For she was an orphan.”
“Wait!!”
Lanna bolted into the room, Evan close behind. “Are we missing a storytime!”
Riley shushed her. “No more yelling at each other if you’re gonna listen. Inside voices okay?”
“Start from the beginning!” Lanna did not use her inside voice.
Evan sat down next to Riley, hooking his arm over the back of the sofa to also touch Megan. His was contrite, and Riley could tell in the way he smiled softly, but it was a conversation for later.
It was a start.
“Okay, okay, are we ready now? Riley asked as Lanna sprawled over her and Evan to see the pages too.
“No!” Kenny’s voice came from the stairs.
“We heard Lanna say storytime and came as fast as we could.” Matteo explained as he leaned on the back of the sofa and Kenny sat next to Megan. Unlike the other two older kids, he didn’t seem too remorseful for earlier- but he was no longer yelling at everyone to Riley would take it.
“Now are we ready?” She asked for the final time.
“Yes! Go already!” Lanna said.
“It was another midnight adventure when the young girl learned about Audwin’s past.”
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It is too early for me to be awake but I randomly woke up, and normally would just go back to sleep cause I am not going to be awake when it is still dark out but… I was consumed with a fic idea, I really don’t want to write it though so instead I’m just gonna complain about it here.
Idk what to title it, originally I just thought something along the lines of Under The Influence, Drunk On You, or Intoxicated. But what’s it matter if I’m not gonna write it?
What’s terrible is I thought it was a one shot, but the more I think about it, the more I’m like okay two shot. It’s annoying cause this is an idea I’ve thought about a lot already, but I’ve not been in a writing mood! Anyways, I touched on it in What Do You Want? But the idea that Shinichi refuses to get trashed or basically even indulge a little when Shiho is around cause man is hopeless and doesn’t want any excuses while he works up the nerve to pursue her. That’s the entire idea, so it would be doable cause it can be short. Which is apparently all I’m capable of these days (side note, I am on day six of CoAi week. They’re all like only 500 words, but at least I might actually finish it in time) Now this is not new information, but I’m here typing this instead of trying to write it cause now I’m like what if… we have the opposite here? Cause listen I am a sucker for different povs of the same situation for my ships. So of course we now have the flip of Shiho being tipsy (cause my girl has self control okay, plus there is no need to be sad drunk here cause he likes her and she’s free! and I’m rather fond of a happy drunk Shiho cause I swear most of the time I read those fics she’s sad, which I get but I just want her happy okay) feeling a type of way about Shinichi, but I mean she already does feel something for him so it just intensifies. As a Shiho stan, it is so easy for me to write anyone falling for her cause listen, she is superior okay! But I have a tougher time doing the reverse cause I’m low key a hater. Bro you could have it all if you would just realize that the first love is not the only love (Omm I have a whole other thing about this, like how the canon ship isn’t even the first love, but this is not the focus of this post! I am burden with too many ideas that I do not/ cannot possibly write). Antyways, this would be an opportunity for me to write that I guess. Like yes he does actually have good qualities and they could be unstoppable, so yeah he’s worthy of her love. (Ugh but sometimes I’m like is he? Cause I am super fond of her moving on despite what my fics say. It’s the effort okay. Like when he puts in the work and chooses her over and over again, that’s when I’m like okay yes. We can support this. But then I see canon or some other fics and I’m like guys let’s not. My Queen deserves better)
#cynply rambling#meanwhile I’m also like I still need to finish I Wish I Cared Less#but also I’m like technically I’ll be free once I finish that fic (and the one kaishi divergence#it’s kinda the only reason I continue to let this fandom/ship consume me. there’s unfinished business#so idk. maybe it’s a good thing it’s not done? cause that was the one thing I promised to finish and I am a person of my word#okay I’m gonna try and go to sleep again cause I have to work till my vacay#I’m very excited cause it’ll be my birthday again and I love birthdays!!! canon give me an actual date for Shiho’s birthday then I’ll stay
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