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jxpcloud · 2 years

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sad nerd that complains alot (manuscript)

(main cam-right infront of me) i didnt think i had a future

(far off) that was sad and we arent even five seconds in

(main cam) okay yeah fair

( far off) make a joke

(main cam) *dramatic silence* your mum...im so sorry

i wont lie i am no where near whatever a complete life is and feeling completely satisfied with myself i dont even know who i am and what im living for and yet i am dawned with the fact i need to live and become something. okay so thats bullshit right? im seventeen and any adult will completely dismiss my feelings for i am just a child. and i am, im scared to talk to srangers and get anxiety cross the road. i still hold my dads hand

(far off) thats because you have issues

(main cam) the point is im a child and a "mid life crisis" is something i have been told im no where near. but im also forced to get a job and drive a car and i have to actually think about my future. by the way 17yo should not be on the road most dont know the difference between their, there and theyre and barely look whie crossing the road and youre trusting your life with them? no thanks thats too much for me. so what am i feeing? well just the exerstential dread that my life wont amount to anything and everything i do is completely useless. im not insainly good at anything nor a child prodagy and i need medication in order to function cause this happens when i dont

(imput me chopping off my hair)

(far off) that was dumb

(main cam) im just trying to do something creative while i feel like my world crumples around me and channel something interesting....maybe

a guide to being happy from a sad nerd that complains alot

firstly take your meds

(far off) you are a mess without them

(main cam) like the true incel i am i dont know what true happiness is, i get that seritonin from seeing cute cats online or post nut i dont really feel happy ever *long puse* christ that was dark. anyway wiki how is a great place it comes with pictures *moan*

creating a positive mindset

*while i talk create a comfy bed setting* view your mind like a home, not so much as a mind palace like the hippy dippy inspirational people say but like a cozy atmosphere. youd want it to be comfy and happy filled with cuddly soft teddies and fair lights and its fragil. then a boldozer kinda just kills it and thats every negative self talk "im ugly, im gross, they hate me, im never going to do anything in my life, i am the worst" you spent so much time building your little home for yourself to ruin it. you can re-build. what i was told when i was younger was that those sort of things make you stronger, like when you were too little to be mean or hurt yourself but others did, they were the ones ruining your little home, maybe it did make you stronger, maybe you were able to re-build better than before. but maybe you didnt want to, you didnt care and now that your older you still dont care and your the one hurting yourself. i think it takes alot to truly admit you are the cause of your own sadness. be nice to yourself, you woke up, its enough.

(far off) that was sappy

(main cam) its weirdly important, and once you maybe clean up your cozy mind palace youll clean your physical space *rips blankets to reveal cups and plates* it was a mistake getting a bigger bed i can just hide things now

(far off) you are disgusting

(main cam) no i am healing *please dont do this purposely there is a weird smell*

being your best self

(main cam) what the ever loving fuck does that mean. my best self? the best self my friends want? the facade i put on at family gatherings? or truly accepting myself for who i am

(far off) obviously that one

(main cam) listen, not to get too trauma dumpy, i dont know who i am. this has been the stuggle for a while. what makes me me? how am i a person? how do i have thoughts and feelings as a clump of cells aimlessly floating around and drinking an unhealthy amount of caffeen alright what is that. sometimes it scares me that i am infact a human with thoughts and feelings cause i spend so much time pusinging them away that when my own cat decided to cuddle with me the overwheling amount of feelings is not normal. im the one you chose? you want to be with me? my presence makes you happy? this is safe to assume it doesnt just go for my cat but here we are. anyway, what makes me me, in order to accept it, i need to understand it. to put it simply, im not a girl, big shock, im also gay, bigger shock. men MMMMM but when im a man MMMM the gender euphoria chef kiss man muwah that shit good. what else is there? our society is so obsessed with sex and gender and dont get me wrong im proud to be surrounded by queer activists cause its important but who am i? who are you? who is anyone but npcs just kinda existing in my fabricated world ive cuccooned myself in.....but i have a cool ass sword so am i better than you?yes unless you have two cool ass swords

(far off) you scumbag

(main cam) im not here to tell you who you are or what you like. you may not even know it but deep down you get excited by bubbles, or that game youre weirdly obsessed with or maybe you have an actual hobby that makes you go outside, nether the less its there, obvious or not you are a person on this earth and you will enjoy something even if its my little pony porn i dont know but you like something. and to be your best self just chill and do more of what you like cause honestly if you dont like it its not worth it, life is too short. dont make it shorter, learn from someone who tired...i havent found happiness yet but i deserve to take up space and use it however i want, im living out of spite for the moment, whatever works

live your truth

socail media is a great place, but it influences how you feel, after touturing myself online for years i have finally accepted this. it is self destructive behavour to look at things online and be sad. does this mean im going to quit the internet and live my truth in a little forest and be the goblin boy ive always dreamed of no i like it too much and honestly my sensory issues could not with dirt, i need a weighted blanket to sleep i am quite needy. but living my truth means social media breaks arent jsut things for children. and maybe going to sleep at a normal hour and stop playing so much video games and go outside but one step at a time. i want to truly make myself feel happy and doing the mundane tasks that come with that which i do often neglect. due to poor mental helth, wich circles back to having poor higene and makes me feel crappy and its an endless loop really. but whats important is that you woke up today and really thats what matters

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fc5holidayexchange · 4 years

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FAR CRY 5 HOLIDAY EXCHANGE 2019 FIC

(Hi, this is my main blog. I entered the exchange with my main blog another-bryk-in-the-wall!)

Love Is In The Bunker

Lisbet Bryan/Joseph Seed, mentions of the other Seed siblings

A little insight into the life of Lisbet “Bessie” Bryan, a deputy in Hope County with a weakness for a certain Joseph Seed.

@bunnymoss

For BunnyMoss! Merry Christmas! I hope you enjoy what I have written for your Bessie! Damn, she was fun to write! xoxo Tani

Nobody really knew who Bessie actually was. Some described her as the angel sent from God himself, some said she was the devil in disguise. Nobody really knew - and she was just fine with this.

Not even Joseph, her secret lover, knew much about her. Some day she said she had been raised by her parents, some day she said she was all alone from day one, and on another day she said she grew up in a foster home. And truth be told - she didn’t remember much of her childhood.

The story of Joseph and Bessie was a wild and crazy one. The first time they met, Bessie had been sent to arrest him with Deputy Pratt, Hudson and their big boss, Whitehorse. From the moment they locked eyes, Bessie knew she wanted him. Joseph or nothing. The chopper crashed, the Deputy fled, but man, she had her fun with the leader of Eden’s Gate.

Her personal way of doting on him started out harmless. She left berries and other fruits from the forest on his front porch, one time even a crown she had made out of the flowers nearby. Joseph was greatly amused by the crown and wore it for the rest of the day.

But Joseph became curious - who had been sending these weird presents to him? Handmade, taken out of the woods…his first thought was on a prank from Jacob. That’s why he checked every berry three times before he ate it. The flower crown? That was more Faith’s way of telling someone something, especially when she hid little bugs in the flowers which would bite you at night - John had to learn this the hard way after eating her cookies. But John would never touch any of these “filthy” things, so Joseph’s hard guess was on Jacob or Faith.

Until one day. Another silo had been destroyed in John’s region, and the youngest Seed brother was fuming with anger. Joseph had gone there to calm him down, and when he came back to his compound, a letter was laying by his front door.

Come meet me, Josey, if you want to find out who sent you all these presents. don’t be shy. but no guards. you don’t want anyone to interrupt our fun. tomorrow in the old bunker by the river. i will wait there at 8pm. xoxo

Joseph never let his guard down, but this time, curiosity won over his fear and he went alone. He told his guards and followers that he was going on a nice long walk. They shouldn’t bother looking for him. He wanted to meditate along the way and did not need any kind of interruption.

Bessie went into the abandoned bunker at 7 pm. It had been her secret hiding spot from both the Cult and the Resistance. A place hidden away. A little bit of water was leaking in one corner, the bathroom contained a toilet, a sink and a shower. Two beds were next to each other and a tiny closet stored everything Bessie needed. By now, both the cult and the resistance annoyed her equally. Bessie here, Bessie there, Bessie please do this very dangerous mission because no one else is dumb enough to do it, blah blah blah. She hated it. And on the other side, the Cult wanted her dead even though she just wanted their leader in her pants. That wasn’t fair at all!

All she had lit in the bunker were some candles, in the hope of setting a mysterious, but also alluring setting. Maybe she could finally seduce him. Maybe she could settle a truce. Maybe her bullet wounds could finally heal.

“I am here,” Joseph announced at exactly 8 pm into the candlelit bunker. Bessie stepped out of the shadows, announcing her presence with a cough. Joseph turned around to face her, surprise written across his face.

“Depu-”

“Call me Bessie. We are not enemies.”

Her bright ginger hair seemed to burn in the candle light, the light surrounding her giving her a halo, making her look like an angel. Or satanic - depending on who you ask. One step forward, another one…until she was so close, their noses nearly touched.

“I don’t want to fight anymore. I just want to love.”

“Love?”

Bessie sighed at the question and lifted her shirt. Her stomach area was riddled in scars, tiny and big, old and new. “I am sick and tired of this,” she muttered as she allowed a finger to travel over the oldest scar. It had healed well, but the outline remained.

Joseph knew what his men were doing. They were out for the sinners, the bad ones, the people who hated them. But seeing their pain changed something inside of Joseph. He stepped closer before dropping to his knees. His lips pressed against another scar, Bessie couldn’t do more than watching him with wide eyes.

“Bessie…no one will hurt you anymore. I promise you,“Joseph whispered before pressing another kiss on her stomach.

That meeting was a long time ago. By now the bombs had dropped, trapping Joseph and Bessie together for seven years and maybe longer. Bessie and Joseph had agreed to a truce. No more killing, but his siblings would be arrested. When they went to arrest Joseph without Bessie’s knowledge, the bombs fell. Bessie made it to the bunker in the last second.

They tried to make the best out of their situation. Joseph was a surprisingly great cook and made the best out of the canned goods Dutch had stored in the bunker. Bessie took care of the guns stored in an extra room - after picking the lock for about five hours - cleaned the guns, taking them apart, putting them back together. This kept her calm and sane in the bunker.

One night - at least they thought it was night - Joseph and Bessie sat in front of the TV, and turned off nearly every light in the bunker so the emergency generator wouldn’t give up. A sappy rom-com was running on one of the million DVDs Dutch had saved. Joseph wasn’t too invested in the movie, preferring to spend his time with trailing his fingers over Bessie’s tattoos, taking in their colour, form, and how soft her skin was despite all the rough happenings of the past years. He was sorry for the pain he and his followers had inflicted upon Bessie, but in the end he was right, wasn’t he?

“That tickles”, Bessie smiled after a while, brushing Joseph’s hand off her shoulder. She wasn’t serious, not at all. Joseph’s touch offered her so much comfort in these unstable times, so many sleepless nights had been spent in his arms. Kisses were shared, bodies touching each other, fitting like a key into its lock. Joseph was made for Bessie, and Bessie was made for Joseph.

But they had two last missions - the first one was building up Eden’s Gate again to ensure the wellbeing of Joseph’s followers. The second one - repopulate the Earth. And Joseph wasn’t keen on waiting much longer.

“You know, sweetheart,” Joseph said as they laid in bed, Bessie’s head on his chest, “We shouldn’t wait any longer. By now we could have a child already, or at least on the way. We will be like Noah and his wife who repopulated Earth after the Big Flooding.”

Bessie chuckled along with his words “This was the worst way of saying ‘I want sex’ that I have ever heard!, and with a quick motion, she was straddling him. Joseph was already growing hard under her, enamored by the image in his head - her, all swollen and heavy with their child, walking together with him through Eden’s Gate. What a sight, what a life, and Joseph couldn’t wait to make this their reality.

Bessie reached up, undoing her shirt, not bothering with a bra anymore. Joseph had seen her naked often enough. Why should she feel shame about her nipples? Not with her. Not anymore. Not in their Eden.

Joseph reached up, giving her breasts a good hard squeeze. Again, his mind was driving him mad. How big they’d get, a sight for him and his eyes alone. Joseph pinched her nipples, earning a soft moan from Bessie. They had always been sensitive, and he couldn’t wait to make her cum by nipple play only when the time was ready.

The clothes were soon discarded, leaving two sweating and panting lovers behind. Bessie rode Joseph as if there was no tomorrow - or if their tomorrow was up to them. Thinking of Bessie being pregnant, Joseph came more than once during their session. Knowing her body so well, he made her cum too, their juices of love and lust covering the bed.

Bessie dropped next to Joseph, who placed a hand on her middle. No bulge, no belly, no nothing. But soon enough there would be, and Joseph couldn’t wait for this moment.

Several months later, Bessie was carrying his child, and Joseph was by her side whenever she needed it. Back rub? Joseph got it covered. Sore feet? Just whistle once and Joseph was massaging them.

“You know,“ Joseph muttered as he stood behind Bessie, his arms around her body, hands resting on her belly, “I knew you would be beautiful, but I never dared to dream you’d be this beautiful. You are my goddess and I am your simple preacher.”

Bessie laughed at his words, thinking they were so silly but in a cute way. “You know, Joseph,” she started, turned around to place a kiss on his lips.

“I never imagined my life to turn out this way. But now, I cannot imagine my life with anyone else than you, my love.”

“I love you, Bessie.”

“I love you too, Joseph.”

#joseph seed/oc #f!oc/joseph seed #joseph seed #deputy oc #Lisbet Bryan/Joseph Seed #fluff #smut #gift: fic #bunnymoss #fc5holidayexchange #submission #nsftumblr

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crowley-fe11 · 4 years

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Sushi & Profiteroles

You're now chatting with a random stranger.

You both like mpreg, and ineffable husbands.

Stranger: Angel, weird question, but what's hunger feel like? -C

You: Well, it can come as your mouth watering at delicious smells. A Or you can feel your stomach nag at you if you haven't eaten in a while. A Do you mind if I ask why? A

Stranger: Not really something I tend to experience much, hunger, but right now I'm fairly sure I would damn a priest or two for sushi and profiteroles. -C

You: In that case, I know of a wonderful places for both those things! A

Stranger: Think they serve 'em together? -C

You: I don't think many places do. But we can place a takeaway order for sushi and pick up some profiteroles while we're at it, if that sounds like a plan. A

Stranger: Right. Is that weird? I feel slightly like you might have just found that weird. -C But heavens yeah to takeaway. -C

You: I mean, it's a bit unusual for you, dear. But it's still perfectly fine. A

Stranger: Honestly, I feel a bit weird lately. -C

You: Well, perhaps getting what you're hungry for might help? A How else have you been feeling that way? A

Stranger: Been nauseous a couple of times -- that was weird, let me tell you. Felt like the few times I didn't sober up quick enough to beat the hangover, except without the headache. -C And honestly, to be blunt, I've been a bit... bloated. -C

You: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, my dear... A How long has this been going on? A

Stranger: I dunno. A few months maybe? -C Three months? -C

You: Why didn't you tell me sooner? A As soon as we have takeaway together, perhaps we should check on this. A

Stranger: Maybe. Been sort of ignoring it, to be honest. -C

You: Well for now, if your physical form is telling you something, it would be best to listen. A Any particular requests for sushi? A

Stranger: Saltier the better. -C I'll trust your expertise. -C

You: Of course. A

Stranger: My physical form is currently telling me it doesn't want to work with a really nice pair of cigarette-leg jeans I've had for the best part of fifty years. -C And for some insane reason that's really upsetting. -C

Stranger: Want to come over? -C

You: Of course, anything to help you feel better. A

Stranger: Thanks, angel. -C Bring food. -C Door's open for you. I'm going back to bed. -C

You: Absolutely. I'll be there as soon as I can with everything. A

Stranger: [Would you like to go to prose?]

You: (Sure! Would you like to start, or would you like me to?)

Stranger: [I'm happy to!]

Stranger: Crowley took 'going back to bed' seriously. The whole operation involved two blankets, a heavy duck-down duvet, seven pillows, and a surprisingly comforting mug of sweet tea. The offending jeans had been blasted out of existence (probably regrettable; they were a lovely vintage piece), leaving a small scorch mark on the floor, although he kept the lights low so that probably wasn't too noticeable. Black leggings and a long, loose tee-shirt seemed a much better option. As soon as he heard the door, he perked up a touch. Having Aziraphale around always made him feel a bit better, however much they might snap and bicker; even more so since the dam finally broke on the eternal question of intimacy. Maybe a hug would do him some good, too. "In here," he called through by way of greeting, unnecessarily. "C'mon in."

You: Worry seemed to still nag at Aziraphale as he picked up the sushi and pastries that Crowley had requested. Though he knew no matter what might be going on with the demon, it was likely best to make sure he did whatever he could to ease the other's mind before delving into that. Once he'd arrived at Crowley's flat, he let himself in as his love instructed and went straight for the bedroom at his call. "Hello, dear," he greeted softly as he laid eyes on the other, who looked incredibly comfortable in bed, and he brought the bag of takeaway as well as the pastry box in, setting them down carefully on the bed before he took a seat at the edge and pressed a tender kiss to the demon's forehead. "How have you been holding up?" He asked as he carded his fingers through the auburn locks, offering him a loving smile.

Stranger: Better for seeing you, Crowley thought, and mentally gave himself a little shake for being so sappy about it. "Been worse," he said out loud, which at that exact moment in time was at least the truth. No nausea; nagging hunger, if that's what it was, but nothing insurmountable; and now Aziraphale was here -- no doubt poised to fuss, but /here/, which was a rather nice thing. He shifted back and shuffled over, flicking a wave to rearrange the pillows for both of them. "Come on up here. Bring the sushi. And the pastry."

You: Aziraphale gladly took the invitation to join the other, bringing the food he'd picked up for the other as he smiled at Crowley. "Let's see if any of this makes for improvement," he added with an optimistic smile as he pulled out a box with one of the sushi rolls. "I thought the Dragon roll might be good for you, but then again, I did get a few different ones as well, if you'd prefer something else. Or if you're more hungry, even. I also got a number of profiteroles as well for that same reason," he told the demon softly as he settled in alongside him.

Stranger: Crowley was already into the sushi before he'd got the pastry up too, although happily went in at the profiteroles too. Okay, maybe sushi-and-cream-profiteroles /was/ weird, but damn it, something about the combination hit the spot. "Feel free to share," he said sidelong, almost as an afterthought, settling in - noticeably more content - by Aziraphale's side with both the sushi and the pastry within easy reach of both of them.

You: It was surprising to see how much Crowley immediately dug in. The other seldom ever expressed hunger with Aziraphale before, and if anything, the meals they shared were more for quality time on his part, even if he did have something to nibble on. Though this was anything but nibbling now. "Of course, love. I just want to make sure you have everything you want, too," the angel answered softly as he started on some of the sushi, figuring a profiterole or two would be nice afterward, if any were left over.

Stranger: It didn't take an awfully long time - actually, arguably an embarrassingly short amount of time - until most of the sushi and all but half a dozen of the profiteroles were gone. Crowley nudged the boxes over deliberately, contented, and no longer feeling so tetchy and (not that this was the word he'd have thought of) craving, and tucked himself in right by Aziraphale's side. "M'kay, well. Better. You have those, go on." He paused and rested a hand over the slight little curve at his middle, mostly hidden under the loose t-shirt. "That's not going to help with the bloated bit, but feels better, weirdly..."

You: "Well. I'm glad this hit the spot," Aziraphale answered with a smile, finishing his sushi before enjoying some of the remaining profiteroles. It was certainly unusual for the other to eat so much, and especially for any amount of it to show on his slender frame, which the angel noticed how the demon's hand rested there. Though he knew that was a touchy topic for the other at the moment, and upsetting him further by making any comment was the last thing he wanted to do. "Have you noticed anything else odd lately?" he asked curiously, still trying to wrap his head around what might be going on.

Stranger: "Not really," Crowley said thoughtfully, rubbing a bit over his middle without thinking before catching himself and shifting his hand, rather self-consciously, around to rest on top of the covers. "Told you about the nausea. Been tired, but I know that one, I'm good with tired. And hungry now." He glanced sideways. "Apparently for weird combinations. Not that you can talk," he added with a teasing grin. He'd spent more than one evening of quality time in restaurants which were no doubt the very best in the business, but struck Crowley as downright weird.

You: Aziraphale couldn't help a small chuckle at Crowley's playful accusation, and he wrapped his arm around the other's shoulders. "Of course, dear. But other than the nausea, and perhaps the tiredness, you haven't felt like anything was /wrong/, have you?" He asked softly. That was the main aspect troubling him, after all. He'd do anything in his power to help and support the demon if that were the case, though he didn't want to jump to conclusions just yet.

Stranger: Fussy, Crowley thought, but he'd known what he was inviting in when he'd asked him over -- not just takeaway, but, well, fussing. And it was sort of endearing, anyway. He let Aziraphale wrap him up in a hug and cuddled in alongside. "Nope. Apart from feeling sick a couple of times a few weeks ago -- that's gone now, best I can tell -- and... that." He sighed and tapped his midriff. "Which is-- fuck. I don't know. It's irritating me. Can't miracle it gone. Not 'cos I've been eating. And aesthetically, I mean, why's it even getting to me? 'Cos you're bigger than I am and you're bloody gorgeous."

You: "Hey, that doesn't mean you're not bloody gorgeous right now," Aziraphale answered softly. "You're lovely, beautiful, and absolutely irresistible, quite frankly. It could be a number of things, but if you'd like to, I can gently probe to at least see what's the matter?" He offered as he held Crowley close. "I can do that just as easily as I can heal someone, after all. But it's up to you."

Stranger: Crowley hesitated for just a second, then sighed and slightly reluctantly tugged the t-shirt up. There was a definite little curve there, firm, sort of... full. Certainly not flab. "Go on then." He shifted a bit to lie down, glancing back up at him almost curiously. "I s'pose, to be fair, I'd rather know, y'know?"

You: "I definitely agree with you on that," Aziraphale answered with a small nod, letting a hand move down to Crowley's abdomen, which was definitely bloated in some way, and he closed his eyes as he concentrated on the area. Though his eyes snapped open and he gasped at what he felt. The life he felt within the other. "Oh, Crowley..." He breathed, looking up at the other in awe.

Stranger: "What?" Crowley shifted up a bit, answering the awe with wide-eyed concern. "What is it? Angel--" It /probably/ wasn't terrible, but Aziraphale got excited about /misprinted bibles/, after all. Probably best to be really clear here.

You: "R-right, yes! Good lord, how do I put this?" Aziraphale stammered as he looked back at Crowley, who had worry in his gaze. He really hoped this news might give him reassurance, though it really was a lot to take in. "It feels like you're with child..."

Stranger: "I'm...?" Crowley blinked. Slowly, he raised a hand to rub lightly across the swell. "Oh... fuck... are you sure?" (Brb, sorry!!)

You: "I mean, I could sense the heartbeat, and some of their tiny movements," Aziraphale answered. "Even that they have a part of each of us..."

Stranger has disconnected.

#lost rp #possibly #if this was you and you lost the connection #let me know #your crowley was lovely #mpreg #omegle rp #Ineffable Husbands #ineffable husbands rp #pregnant!crowley #cravings #cute

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my-one-love-is-music · 6 years

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Sing, Little Bird Ch. 11

Here it is, the last chapter. Thank you all for reading! I really enjoyed writing this fic and it got longer then I expected but it was still a joy to write from start to finish.

Also on AO3!

Dick ran his hands over the planes of his suit, his gauntlets making an interesting sound as they rubbed over the stiff, yet flexible material he wore in the field. Waiting for his injuries to heal had been a long process and then coming back to training to build up his muscle mass was just as long and suffering. Especially with the aches and pains that came with it.

Wally had been there every step of the way, offering encouraging words and touches. He’d always suggested recovery foods and meals that they could share together while curled up on the couch or in Dick’s room in Mt. Justice. He’d even kept Dick wrapped tightly in his arms when the anxiety and frustration of everything was too much and broke him down, forcing the healing cracks open wide.

Dick was always surprised how Wally could keep him from feeling weak and useless and broken when he was struggling to get back on his feet. But Wally was never shameful with his loving words and presence. He kept Dick grounded when it counted.

He was sure that the team’s easy acceptance of his return to training had something to do with Wally too. As much as Dinah had emphasized the possibility that the team would struggle with seeing him healed, he never heard their worries or anxieties with the events that had caused his injuries.

Dick took a deep breath, checking the edges of his domino to make sure that it was securely in place over his eyes. Energy thrummed under his skin and he was ready for this. He was strong and knew what they needed to do. His first mission back was going to be a successful one. Recon in a secret lab was something he could do in his sleep.

He turned away from the mirror in his room and opened the door, stepping into the hallway. He kept his shoulders back, walking tall down the hall. He felt good, healed. He knew he could do anything. He wasn’t going to let anything else stand in his way.

Wally was already waiting outside of the Bioship when Dick walked into the hanger. M’gann and Connor were talking with each other next to the ship. Wally grinned and sped over to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to press him against his side.

“Ready?” he asked, keeping his voice low despite Connor’s ability to hear them. Connor was usually polite enough to pretend to tune out other people’s conversations when they didn’t apply to him.

“More than ready,” Dick admitted. “I can’t wait to make idiots of these guys when we take their intel right out from underneath them.”

“You mean like what you usually do until you get caught?”

Dick elbowed Wally in the side. “The only reason I get caught is because everyone else doesn’t know what it means to stealth.”

Wally chuckled. “You sure you’re going to be okay, though?” he asked softly.

Dick smiled. “I’ll be fine. Besides, I’ve got you watching my back.”

Wally made a point of leaning back to look over Dick’s backside. Dick rolled his eyes and smacked Wally in the stomach.

“You can’t blame me for appreciating a very nice bit of back,” he said, with a chuckle.

“You’re horrible.”

“Maybe, but you still love me,” Wally said, pressing their foreheads together.

Dick rolled his eyes but still smiled. “You’re lucky I do.”

Wally’s grin softened. “So lucky,” he murmured.

“Ugh, gross. Can the two of you reign in your sappy couple behavior until we get back from the mission?” Artemis asked as she walked across the floor with Kaldur to where they were waiting by the bioship.

“Aw there’s no need to be jealous of me and my boyfriend Arty,” Wally said, dropping his arm to Dick’s waist to keep him close.

Dick elbowed Wally in the side, causing him to yelp and pull back.

“I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m ready to get going,” Dick said with a sharp grin. “I’ve been waiting for this and it’s always fun to make adults look like idiots especially when they realize it was because of a bunch of kids.”

“A bunch of meddling kids,” Wally supplied.

“Yes, yes, let’s go,” Artemis said, pushing them both towards the ramp that led into the bioship.

Dick cackled but let himself be directed into the ship. He took his seat in front of Wally and relaxed as the buckles extended over his chest to hold him in place. M’gann seated herself on the platform and placed her hands on top of the twin orbs that would direct the ship.

The ship hummed underneath them and lifted from the floor of the hanger, rising steadily as the rock above them opened, giving them access to the sky.

Once they were free of the close confines of Mt. Justice, M’gann turned the ship towards the city.

“Cloaking activated,” M’gann said as they flew above the streets and buildings filled with oblivious people.

They reached the opposite edge of the city and M’gann lowered the bioship onto the roof of a standard and inconspicuous building. From the looks of it, no one would suspect that it was even a lab. They’d probably think it was nothing more than a small business filled with floors of cubicles and employees.

“Link us up, Miss Martian,” Kaldur said as the team were released from their seats.

“Mental link established,” M’gann said through their minds.

Dick pressed a hand to the center of his uniform, watching as the black stealth mode extended outwards to encompass all of him. The rest of the team did the same.

“Let’s begin,” Kaldur said. “Our first priority is to get to a computer and hack into their systems. We’re looking for blueprints and documents detailing what they’re experimenting on. If it’s something urgent then, and only then, will we engage. Understood?”

“Got it,” Dick said. “I should be able to access their network as soon as I get a computer connection.”

“We have rooftop access through a stairwell. Robin, check for any sign of an alarm system. We need to get in undetected.”

“On it,” Dick said, rushing over to the door. There wasn’t an electronic keypad on the outside, but a quick scan let him know that getting in wouldn’t be so easy. He scanned the ducts and found they had motion sensors, too. It would be a gamble which they could get into with enough time for him to hack into the system and turn them off.

“There are sensors inside the door and the ducts. I’ll have to hack the system to keep them from detecting us.”

“But you can’t do that form out here,” Kaldur said.

“Nope. Need access through a keypad which I don’t have out here. We might have a few more seconds if we go through the ducts.”

Kaldur nodded. “Superboy, open the duct to give us access.”

Connor pulled off the ribbed grating with a quiet whine of pulling metal. He jerked his head and Dick took the lead, not even hesitating to grip the top of the duct to slip his legs inside. He braced his hands against the sides and slid down, landing with a soft thump in the main duct.

He moved out of the way, glancing down in each direction. He saw two red sensors a foot in either direction and knew they wouldn’t be able to get everyone down without moving past one of them.

“Unless you want to risk alerting the security system, we’re not going to fit everyone inside,” Dick said.

“Is there an entry point to hack in?” Wally asked.

“Let me check.”

Dick crawled towards the one on the right, hand moving over the smooth paneling. The sensors were older, the lab not having the upgrades that usually came with the times when security was their highest priority. He pulled out one of his throwing discs and worked the sharp edge underneath where it connected to the wall, popping it away to access the wires.

Dick pulled a line from his wrist computer and hooked it into the feed. He pulled up the lines code and scanned over it, finding the entry point he needed. He shut everything down and intercepted the warning signal to indicate there was a malfunction. Anyone watching wouldn’t even notice a difference.

“We’re in the clear. Everyone can come down.”

Wally appeared at his side a moment later with a bit more noise than necessary.

“Could you at least try to keep quiet?” Dick asked.

“Sorry,” Wally shot back with a grin. “I should save my limited stealth power for later when we really don’t want to attract any attention.”

Dick rolled his eyes and started to crawl down the duct to make room for everyone else. He looked down through the metal grates below him to get a sense of where they were. An empty hallway stared back, but he didn’t trust his limited range of vision. Especially when he didn’t have access to all of the building’s systems.

His mind raced as he thought over the rough set of blueprints they’d been shown before the mission. It was enough to give him a general sense of the building but didn’t help much more than that. The blueprints they did have also didn’t document the sublevels they were certain existed below the building.

Dick took the first left he could find and reached the end of the duct. He looked down into the room below and found a small office.

“I’ve got eyes on an office. Don’t know if there’s anyone inside.”

“Is there a computer?” Kaldur asked.

“I can’t see from this angle but it’s more likely than not.”

“Robin, open the duct and get inside the room. Artemis, cover Robin from the duct. The rest of us will be on standby for backup.”

“Got it,” Dick told them. He worked the grate open, glad when it pulled up into the duct instead of being forced outward.

He grabbed a throwing disc from his belt and stuck his head through the opening, scanning the area for any sign of personnel. The room was empty but there was a computer on the desk.

“No sign of anyone, but there’s a computer. I’m going in,” Dick passed on before he slipped through the opening and landed in a crouch on the floor.

He hurried over to the desk, keeping an ear out for the door. The computer was already on and Dick plugged a cable into a USB port, hacking in easily with minimal firewall resistance.

He found the blueprints for the building and the numerous sublevels hiding underneath the building they already knew existed. He copied the files onto his own computer and stored them for reference later.

Dick turned his attention to their documents then. He pulled open the first report and froze. He read the first sentence a second time and read slowly, absorbing every bit of information in front of him.

“Bad news,” Dick said, hacking into the security cameras. He found the holding cells easily, pulling up a perfect image of a group of kids huddled together.

“What’s wrong?” Kaldur asked. “Has someone seen you?”

“No. But these guys are experimenting on kids. There’s a group in a holding cell on sublevel three.”

“We can’t leave them,” Wally said immediately.

Dick could almost hear Kaldur’s sigh through the link.

“No, we cannot,” he agreed. “We have no idea what could happen to them during the few hours it would take for us to report our findings and send in a new team. Robin, return to the vent. Now that you have the needed information we can get down to sublevel three and free those kids.”

Dick pulled his chord free from the computer and hurried over to the vent.

“Give me a hand, Artemis.”

She stuck her arm through as he jumped and pulled him up swiftly. Dick stuck the grate back in place and pulled up the blueprints for the building.

They moved quickly, making it through most of the air ducts before they reached the elevator shaft that would take them down to the sublevel they needed. The descent took some maneuvering since M’gann was the only one who could fly, and Artemis and Dick had grapple lines where the others didn’t.

“The whole lab is open. The only smaller rooms are storage closets which means we’re not getting in and out of there without being seen,” Dick explained.

“Unless you turn off the lights,” Wally suggested.

“Not recommended,” Dick said. “That could cause them to lockdown the whole lab. But on the other hand, it would give us a couple of extra seconds then if they first spot us.”

“Just get to the point,” Artemis snapped.

“He means that neither option is preferred but shutting down the lights would give us a bigger window of opportunity then if we do in without shutting them off,” Kaldur supplied. “But we can’t go in blind. We will need a plan.”

“From what I can see, the kids are being kept in a metal cage. They’re protected by thick bars of metal. Superboy should be strong enough to pull them apart and get those kids out. Once that happens we’ll need to use the elevator since they won’t be as comfortable crawling through the air ducts,” Dick offered.

“Kid Flash will work offense with me and Artemis,” Kaldur added. “M’gann you will stay with the kids to keep them protected and keep them calm. Robin you will work with M’gann to get them out. Your skills will be needed to get the elevator moving and keep the security systems from running us into the ground. Are we all clear on the plan?”

Everyone nodded.

“Then let us get into our positions.”

The closest opening from the duct was ten feet from the cage the children were kept in. Scientists and other personnel filled the room, but no obvious security officers were standing in the corners. Their odds were potentially higher.

“Now, Robin.”

Dick nodded and hacked into the system. Within the seconds the lights had shut off. Dick turned on his night vision. Several panicked voices rose up in the room, but Connor wasted no time in dropped down through the grate and hurrying to the cage.

Wally and Artemis went next, rushing around to knock down any potential threats and keep them from getting a message out to higher level security in the building. M’gann floated down and went over to Conner and the children, speaking softly to sooth them as they panicked.

Dick and Kaldur took the back.

Dick landed in a crouch and his breath caught in his throat for a moment. Even though he had night vision, for one panicked moment he was back in the basement where he’d been kidnapped, and he was one wrong move away from being taken again and shoved into the darkness, never to return.

A warm hand landed on his back and Wally’s face came into view. He nodded once and pressed a kiss to Dick’s lips before he sped off. Dick relaxed. He was okay, he wasn’t going to be sent back there. No one was going to take him again. Wally wouldn’t let him get taken again.

Dick sprinted towards the elevator. He kept an eye on the scientists in the lab, making sure none of them were a large threat. M’gann and Connor were getting the kids out of the cage easily. He hoped the lack of intense security would work in their favor.

Dick hacked into the elevator easily. It was less secure than the computer. He turned away from the lights as the doors slid open. Someone shouted in alarm before it was cut off by Wally who slammed into them.

“Let’s go,” Connor growled, funneling the kids into the elevator.

M’gann floated in after them and Dick slipped inside with them.

Dick and Connor nodded at each other as the doors slid shut, separating them.

“We’re headed back to the top floor. We’ll get to the roof and get them on the bioship. Meet us up there and we can get this taken care of,” Dick said.

“We will rendezvous soon,” Kaldur answered.

Dick looked at M’gann who nodded back at him. The kids were restless behind them but weren’t brave enough to ask them any questions. Dick was glad none of them were screaming or crying. It kept the rest of them calm and would make the evacuation easier.

His eyes stared at the numbers without blinking as they rose. Once they passed above ground he tensed, waiting for another attack to come. It had been long enough for someone to react, but nothing happened.

The elevator shuddered to a stop at the top floor and Dick pulled several throwing discs from his belt before the doors slid open.

He jumped out with M’gann behind him and spotted several guards running towards them from the end of the hall. He threw his discs, trying to slow their progress.

“Miss M can you-“

Before Dick even finished his though she sent a large energy beam towards the group and knocked them off their feet. He grinned and spun around.

“All of you come with me,” he ordered the kids, running ahead.

The kids stuck close to him and Dick burst into the stairwell leading to the roof, holding the door as they rushed up the steps to freedom. M’gann slipped into the stairwell behind him and floated after him as he sprinted up the stairs.

“We’ve reached the roof,” Dick relayed as they threw the roof door open.

“We’ll be out soon,” Kaldur explained. “Have the bioship waiting in front of the building. We won’t make it up to your level in time.”

“Of course, Aqualad,” M’gann answered.

M’gann opened the bioship and herded the kids onboard while Dick covered them in case another attack came.

M’gann tugged his arm and pulled him up the ramp before it shut. The kids huddled in a corner while Dick was strapped into his seat and M’gann guided the bioship off the roof towards the front of the building.

Wally, Kaldur, Connor, and Artemis ran through the front doors of the building as they touched down, Artemis firing several arrows behind her as they ran. M’gann didn’t put the bioship down, only allowing the door to open for them to climb inside.

Wally was at Dick’s side in seconds, opening his mouth to say something, but Dick shook his head. They had more important things to take care of first. Wally nodded and took his own seat as they left the lab behind.

Dick stared at the ceiling of his room at the Cave. He’d long ago stripped out of his uniform once they’d taken care of the kids and done the debrief with Dinah, passing on their information to the league with what they uncovered.

Wally had tried to talk to him again when they got back, but he made his excuses for showering and getting cleaned up. He knew Wally was giving him a little more time to himself and had no doubt gotten changed and eaten half the food in the kitchen already.

A knock sounded on his door and he sighed, eyes falling shut.

“It’s open, Wally.”

The door slid open.

“How did you know it was me?” he asked, sounding insulted as the door shut behind him.

Dick chuckled and sat up in bed, turning to face Wally who was watching him with barely concealed worry.

“Who else would it be? You were trying to talk to me the second we left the lab and I knew you’d show up sooner or later.”

Wally sighed and hurried over to the bed, crawling on top of the blanket to pull Dick into his lap. Dick let himself be handled and sagged against Wally’s warmth, resting his head on Wally’s shoulder.

“Are you okay?”

Dick smirked. “Do you mean in the physical sense of okay because I’m pretty sure none of us came out of today’s mission with any injuries and-“

“No,” he said, smacking Dick on the arm. “You know what I mean.”

Dick huffed a laugh. “Yeah I’m okay. There was a moment of anxiety there when I dropped out of the air duct, but I had you there with me.”

“I’m always going to be there for you,” Wally said, voice firm and determined.

Dick’s chest warmed, and he smiled.

“I know you will be. You’ve been there since the beginning and you haven’t left my side since. I’ll be just fine because of you.”

Wally cupped his cheek, thumb brushing over his skin. Dick tilted his head back and met Wally’s shining gaze. Wally ducked his head and pressed their lips together in a soft kiss.

Dick sighed, eyes sliding shut as he let Wally’s warmth wrap around him while they relaxed after a stressful mission.

Dick knew he’d never be cold again.

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paene-umbra · 5 years

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i accidentally deleted the anon for this and i have no idea how to get it back BUT somebody asked me to answer all the questions on the ask meme

END OF THE YEAR ASKS FOR 2018:

(disclaimer: this is going to be so sappy and emotional because I did so many amazing things this past year that I am so incredibly proud of and there will definitely be too much information shared but I don’t care! I can do what I want!)

1. what is one thing you’re very proud of having done this year?

- in 2018 I am proud of cutting my father mostly out of my life. he was the source of so much pain and anxiety and trauma and cutting him out has lifted a huge weight off my shoulders and kickstarted my healing.

2. what is one thing you feel you could have done better?

- I could have done better dealing with friendships. I was so incredibly stressed out for a long time and I let my frustration bleed into my relationship to the point where being around friends and groups was too emotionally draining. I dropped a lot of friends that deserved better and in 2019 I plan on rekindling relationships and giving my friends as much love as they deserve.

3. what do you hope to do better next year?

- since it is already 2019 (whoops) I have a lot of resolutions that I am planning on implementing this year. I am going to put in more effort towards maintaining my mental health while also balancing my classes, work, and friends. I want to get close again to the people I used to be close to.

4. what was something scary you faced and overcame this year?

- in 2018 I started to address a lot of the problems that were contributing to my poor mental health. I began really looking into why I was so afraid of real emotional connection with other people and trying to understand the blockages that were holding me back from being the best version of myself. for the very first time I was able to confront the fact that I have forcing myself to suffer in silence for the sake of my appearance and reputation. for the longest time, I could not stand the possibility of anyone knowing that I was hurting so much because that would have meant admitting that I was being hurt by people who loved me, so I prioritized the way that they felt instead of myself. I tried so hard to pretend that I was stable and well-adjusted because it was easier than confronting the way I let people treat me and all of the hard work that I would have to do to try to heal from my pain. I always thought I had to hide the bad parts of me to be the perfect daughter but hiding something like mental illness doesn’t make the pain magically go away. I’m not a lesser person for being mentally ill. I deserve to be happy and to get the help that I need, and it is not my job anymore to coddle the feelings of the people who hurt me. it was terrifying to admit that I was completely broken for so many years, but I am endlessly proud of finally being able to acknowledge that and start putting myself back together.

5. what did you think would be scary and then was not?

- I thought that speaking in front of crowds was terrifying in theory but after actually having to do it several times for my job, I realized that I have important things to educate people about and that speaking in large groups is the best way to teach them, so being afraid does not help my cause.

6. do you feel like you grew in some way this year? why?

- hell yeah I grew in 2018. I grew enough to be able to put myself before others, to not be afraid of rejection, to push for better treatment, to drop those who hold me back or don’t deserve me, etc…

7. are there people you credit with this growth? who?

- yes, I think that some people helped me to grow. first, I think all the people who hurt me are deserving of the credit towards me developing the strength I needed to drop their negative asses. I also need to give SO MUCH CREDIT to my wonderful boyfriend for showing me what a real man is like and forcing me to deal with everything head-on instead of letting life steamroll me. he is miles ahead of me when it comes to self care but he supports the little steps that I am able to take and he is responsible for so much because of how he lifts me up and encourages me to put in the work. he believes in me and knows that I can and will be better and he has been willing to stay with me as I deal with my issues.

8. what is one piece of advice you’d give other people?

- I think I would tell people that giving up doesn’t fix anything. nothing is solved by letting life overtake you. pushing through when you’re barely keeping your head above water is the hardest thing that you can do. it does not always pay off immediately and sometimes it feels so pointless to keep swimming when it looks like there is water for miles and miles and miles but there is always eventually going to be land. you just have to find it, and I know you can.

9. what was the nicest thing someone did for you?

- his one is hard because my memory is not the best. I can’t think of anything specific but I’m sure that lots of people did lots of nice things for me.

10. who inspires you? why?

- my little inspires me. from the moment she joined my sorority I knew she was special, and as I got to know her and fall in love with her personality, I got so impressed with her and where she is in life in spite of all that has happened to her.

11. what are your main sources of inspiration? why?

- my inspiration mostly comes from people and hearing about the incredible things that some humans have done. hearing about the strength of other people makes me want to be strong.

12. what inspires you more: words, pictures, or music?

- music, for sure. there are so many amazing songs that spark my interest and provoke my thoughts.

13. what scares you, creatively?

- I am not really very creative at all. I think what stopped me from being creative is my fear of rejection. I was so terrified that people would hate me for what I wrote or drew or said that I kept it all to myself and let my creativity die out. maybe someday I will work on rekindling the creative ability, but it is not at the top of my list.

14. what did you enjoy working on most this year?

- my fish! owning bettas gave me something to look forward to doing and gave me an outlet to direct my focus and frustration through. any time I was having a hard day I knew I could look at my lil fishy boys and put my restlessness into caring for them and making sure that they were doing really well.

15. what did you have the most fun doing?

- the most fun I had in 2018 year probably came from being able to live with my roommate/soulmate again this semester. we have had our ups and downs but I love her so much and she is my other half, definitely. she brings out a whole new side of me that lets me be silly and goofy and myself around her.

16. what did you have the least fun doing?

- the least amount of fun in 2018 most likely came from the introspection that I had to do to contribute to my self-care. I did not enjoy the work it took, but I am pleased with the outcome of recognizing what needs to be changed and actually getting to make myself better and happier.

17. what is the best compliment you’ve gotten? why?

- I was recently told “your confidence, happiness, and strength has always inspired me! you’re an incredible human and I’m so thankful to be able to know you” and that was so incredible to hear because I don’t often think about the impact that I have on other people. I never thought I was important enough to influence another person’s life, let alone contribute to making it better in any way. I think it is really nice to know that even when I am struggling, I have the ability to positively impact others.

18. what is the best compliment anyone could ever give you?

- the best compliment would probably be something about how they have seen me grow throughout my years and continuously improve. I am not the best at keeping friends for more than a couple years at a time, so I don’t know if I will ever hear that one.

19. what do you wish people commented on more?

- about me??? I don’t know. I don’t really like other people talking about me lmao but I guess I like hearing people’s first impressions of me and how they differ from how I actually am. those are always fun to learn about.

20. what do you feel is the most underrated thing you have done? why?

- during my high school years, I played therapist A LOT to so many people. I put so much emotional labor into listening to other people and helping them figure out problems or just giving them a shoulder to cry on. rarely was this ever returned by those people, so I felt really used a lot of the time but honestly if I had to do it all over again I wouldn’t change a thing because I want to help people feel better.

21. name (and reblog) at least three things you’ve made this year that you’re proudest of.

- sorry, this one isn’t applicable to me. I don’t really make things or post them to tumblr.

22. what are your goals for next year?

- I plan to stop telling people things that aren’t any of their business. I spent a lot of time keeping everything to myself and when I finally started getting friends I felt like I had to tell them everything about me and my life to keep them interested, but that isn’t true. I need to learn how to keep some things private when they need to be.

I want to rekindle a lot of friendships that I messed up in 2018. I let a lot of people fade out of my life when I should not have.

I want to go to THERAPY!! I want to talk to professionals who can help me structure my path of healing!!!

I want to get more comfortable with the body I’m in. that means wearing less makeup, using fewer snapchat filters and other photo editing techniques, and judging myself less when I wear clothes that maybe aren’t the most flattering. it is okay to be ugly and I am not worth less for not being attractive. I want to stretch more and maybe get into a routine of exercising every now and then to feel better instead of to lose weight. I want to eat healthier and drink more water for my health instead of for the purpose of becoming skinny.

I want to make an effort to be more outgoing and get more involved in my sorority and with my Greek life.

23. name three things you like about yourself – and name one think you like about the person you reblogged this from.

I like my irises! my brown eyes are beautiful and unique no matter what anyone says. My eyes have rings like trees and uneven colors throughout. they are beautiful! I like how soft my hair is and I also like the shape of my lips.

something I like about the person I reblogged this ask from, @makingoutisgreat, is how strong and confident she seems. she is beautiful and she knows it and is not afraid to show it off. it is very inspiring.

#ask meme #long post #personal #laney rants #ask and ye shall recieve

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ellana-ravenwood · 7 years

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In love with The Wolverine

First time posting a “x reader” on Tumblr...Sorry for any mistakes, I’m French...And hope you’ll enjoy blahblahblah.

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Logan runs as fast as he can. As far as he can remember, he never ran that fast, that long. His heart beats loudly in his chest, and he's sure it's going to burst out of his body within minutes.

His legs ache, he has been running for quite a while now..

But he doesn't care. He's got to save her. He HAS to save her, no matter what.

He curses at himself for slowing down, exhausted, but he doesn't stop. He wishes he could be faster, hoping that he won't arrive too late. He knew this would happen one day, he knew it.

And yet he stayed with you, putting your life in danger, too much of a coward to leave the one he considered the love of his life. And now, he was probably going to loose you...

He accelerated once more, running as fast as he could.

~FLASHBACK~

Today marked the 7th anniversary of you teaching at Xavier's school for gifted youngsters, and fun coincidence, also your twenty sixth birthday, and your friends prepared a rather big party for you. It was suppose to be a surprise, but Kitty let it out by mistake over breakfast a few days ago.

She was casually talking with her boyfriend, Piotr, when she asked what he was going to wear for (Y/N)'s party...not realizing you were just next to her sipping on a nice warm cup of coffee. When she did realized however, she apologized profusely, and made you and Piotr swear you wouldn't say anything to Logan. You had smiled gently to her, and swore.

You liked the kid, you weren't going to throw Logan's wrath on her. Apparently, him and your best friends Ororo and Kurt were preparing this party since a long time, and would be extremely disappointed if you knew before the d-day...

Logan threatened every one that knew about it to shut the Hell up, promising a lot of pain if anyone let it slip out. And Logan was a serious man when he threatened people. There was no doubt that he would make whoever betrayed the secret regret of having done so...

So you didn't say anything. And you watched with a bit of amusement in your eyes as your friends kept preparing everything.

To be honest, you had your doubt, as your boyfriend Logan was acting a bit strange, nervous around you. You thought it was very cute how it was because he was afraid to get caught. But you didn't say anything, because it really was cute.

Logan wasn't the kind of man to show a lot of affection publicly.

More often than not, when it was just the two of you, his hands would caress softly your bare skin, or he would wrap his arms around you, kissing you tenderly. People would be surprised to know that The Wolverine actually loved cuddling, especially after a good sex session, and every sex session between the two of you was good...

But when there was others around, he would be distant, occasionally glancing or winking at you, stealing kisses when no one was watching, and then returning to his cold behavior as soon as others' eyes were on you.

To him, his intimate interactions with you, even if it was just holding hands, were suppose to stay behind closed doors.

The only time he showed he was deeply in love with you was when another man was flirting with you, then, he'd get all grumpy and clingy.

You didn't mind at all, you weren't really much into PDA yourself...but it did surprised you a lot when you realized that he was actually planning a birthday party for you.

It meant he had to say out loud that he cared enough for you enough to throw you a surprise party. It meant he had to ask help from others, which he wasn't doing often. In your eyes, it meant he really did love you.

Hell, he even asked Scott bloody Summers to help, and it was well known he couldn't stand him !

So for a few days, you acted like you didn't see your friends getting flustered when you surprised them with a bunch of party balloons, or making cakes in one of the mansion's kitchen.

You acted like you didn't notice Logan glaring at kids asking about the birthday decorations stuffed in various closet around the place.

You even acted like you didn't see him hurriedly hiding a wrapped box behind him.

You had such a hard time not laughing at some very obvious things, but you cared too much about all of your friends to ruin their surprise.

************ On the anniversary day, you stayed a bit in your classroom to grade some paper to leave time for your friends to fully prepare. And when you walked in the main hall, well decorated with colorful balloons and a gigantic banners saying : "Happy birthday (Y/N)", you acted completely surprised.

You thought you actually deserved an oscar for your performance, very convincing in your opinion.

You hugged everyone, and when you came to Logan, he truly surprised you by pulling you into a passionate kiss. In front of everyone.

There was a moment of silence, they were all so shocked at this display of affection...But they quickly got over it, howling like wolves, clapping and laughing. Logan grumbled, but he couldn't hide the wide smile on his face.

-Look what you did to me (Y/N), I've become a cheesy fucker...

He said, pecking your lips quickly before taking you to the cake table to blow off your candles. You smiled at him, thinking this moment was probably one of your happiest ever.

-I quite like your cheesy fucker side old man.

You said with a wink.

He groaned a bit and gestured for you to blow on your goddamned candles.

You did, your wish as cheesy and sappy as Logan, wishing you'd always have your friends around you. And you'd spent your life with a certain Wolverine.

Everyone clapped, the music started and as you forced Logan on the dance floor you whispered in his ear, a mischievous grin on your face.

-Candles won't be the last thing I blow tonight.

You pressed a little further into his body, and it took everything in him not to moan loudly.

Satisfied with his response, you rubbed your thigh on his crotch quickly, an innocent look on your face.

He looked at you with hungry eyes, and a promise that you won't get off that easily after what you just pulled. His hand went to the small of your back and, burying his head into your neck, he just let the music direct his feet, and swinged around with you.

The party was perfect. Students were allowed to stay for a while before curfew and all going to their bed...But the teachers, your friends, stayed and drunk and danced too much.

You, being the Queen of the party, received all the attention...Usually, you would have hated it, being quite reserved and such, but tonight, you were too drunk to care. Lots of pictures that would never be seen by anyone else but you guys were taken.

The only ones that weren't drunk were Professor Xavier, who didn't really enjoy alcohol and was always worried what he would do with his powers if he actually got drunk, and Logan, whose healing factor simply didn't allowed him to be drunk for very long.

************

When the party ended late at night, you were beyond tipsy.

Logan gave you a piggy back ride back to your shared room because you couldn't stand straight.

He kicked your door opened, and threw you on the bed. As he started to remove your clothes so that you'd sleep comfortably, definitely forgetting any prospect of sex given the fact that you were too drunk, you stopped him, a look of concerned in your eyes.

-I'm sorry dude, but...even though you're extremely hot, I have a boyfriend.

He chuckled lightly, and ignored you, taking off your shirt. You stood up quickly, almost loosing balance.

-Not but for real, I've got the perfect man. I'm not going to cheat on...Oh hey Logan, how long have you been here ?

Laughing frankly this time, he stood up and pressed a kiss on your forehead.

-I'm going to remove your clothes, and I'm going to...

-Fuck me raw ?

-...No. Very tempting, but no, I don't really fancy you throwing up on me while we're doing it, and given the fact that you look paler by the minute...

You pouted. It was the cutest thing he ever saw (even though he was fighting his arousal).

-But Lo', I want you. It's my birthday. You should...

-It's not your birthday anymore, past midnight.

-But don't you want to...

-There's a lot of things I wanna do to you. But when you're conscious enough to remember it.

-I do remember I promised a blowjob...

-Yeah well, next time. Now let me help you get to bed and shut up.

You were suddenly feeling very tired, and you let him removed the rest of your clothes and put you in bed.

He forced you to take two aspirins and to drink a big glass of water, knowing it would help soothed your next morning hangover. And then he slid in the bed as well, letting you snuggle against him, a smile on his lips.

His surprised was perfect...

************

He woke up early in the morning, not feeling your presence next to him. He was a suspicious man by nature, and got worried instantly.

-(Y/N) ? Babe ? Are you in the bathroom ?

No answer. He sat up in the bed, and that's when he saw a note that chilled his blood.

"Tic toc tic toc Hurry up to the forrest next to the mansion, Tic toc tic toc Let's be honest, she's probably dead by now... Yours truly,

Victor C."

~END OF FLASHBACK~

The smell of his arch enemy was filling the forest, and he cursed himself for not smelling it before. He was pretty sure Sabertooth had been around for a while, as he always plan things when he wants to take his grudge out on Logan.

It didn't took him long to find him, out of breath, he stopped in front of Victor Creed.

You were sitting on the floor, your beautiful (H/L) (H/C) wrapped violently in Sabertooth's left hand.

Gagged. Tied up. Completely naked. Your eyes were full of fear, and the mere sight of you like this made his gut wrenched in distress, fear, anger, and despair.

-You know, it IS kinda gettin' old to kill your lovers. Maybe you should just like...stop having one ?

Logan didn't answer.

He knew he shouldn't have let you get close. But the first time he saw you, he instantly fell in love with you, and he tried so hard pushing you away...you were the most stubborn woman he ever met. You didn’t let him.

-Let her go Creed.

-I think not. I think...I'm going to...

Logan's heart stopped. Sabertooth was running a talon slowly on your throat.

-But before, I want you to know that it's definitely all your fault. You know people around you die, and yet, you keep letting people in your life. You're the monster...well, maybe I'm a bit too, but it's because you don't wanna learn your damn lesson. You. Can't. Be. Happy. You asshole.

Logan's jaw clenched. The worst thing was he knew he was right. If he couldn't save you, your blood was going to be on his hand.

His brain worked at a thousand miles per hour, trying to figure out a way to save you.

He couldn't loose you. He never loved one like you. He thought he would never get over Jean, and yet, you entered his life and made all his past romance seems like little teenage infatuations...He loved you so much it hurt.

He couldn't loose you.

-I also want you to know that I'm not going to kill just one person tonight.

Logan flinched. What the Hell was he talking about?

-I'm not going to let you kill her Creed, or anyone else.

A deep chuckle escaped Victor's mouth.

-I don't think you're in a position to act tough Wolvy. And your idiocy will always amaze me.

Sabertooth crouched next to you.

You could feel his breath on your neck. His right hand stayed in your hair, while the one that was at your neck slowly went down on your stomach.

-I take it you don't know.

Logan froze.

It wasn't possible, was it ?

Seeing your eyes, he knew you didn't know either.

It was true that you didn't had your period for over a month, but you didn't had any bump...Did you ? He cannot remember your belly feeling bigger than before last time he touched you, last time he laid with you...

-Pathetic. Your look. Confused, scared. She's with child, and since it's your girl, I expect it's yours.

Silence. Logan's claws slowly unsheathed.

-Oh, you're not letting me finish my villain's speech then...Well, alright.

Faster than Logan could react, one of Sabertooth's sharp as a razor nail went to your throat and...

-NOOOOOO !!

The scream the Wolverine let out was inhuman. He couldn't loose you...he couldn't...

************

He woke up in your shared bed, soaked in his own sweat, with you groaning next to him.

-Could you have a nightmare another day ? Like, when I don't have a hell of a hangover ? Man I'm going to throw up...sorry...

It takes him a few seconds to realize that it was all a dream.

That you were there, next to him. Real. Alive.

He dragged you to himself and hugged you tight, making you gag a little.

-Ok, but I'm going to throw up on you babe...

You wriggle out of his grasp and run to the bathroom.

He follows you, drawing soothing pattern on your back while you throw your guts up in the toilet.

He can't help the smile creeping on his face.

You're alright. You're here.

You mis-interpret his grin and with a pout, you go back to bed.

-You know, everyone do not have a stupid healing factor. Some of us gotta deal with their bad decisions, and go through terrible hungovers.

He smiles softly at you, and with a huff you turn away from him, trying to go back to sleep and ignoring the siring migraine you suffer from.

As he stares at your back, his hand slowly crawl over your stomach...just to make sure.

You might be hungover, but you still got your wits. You whip around to him and with a small laugh you say :

-Are you checking if I'm pregnant ?

He doesn't answer and looks away.

-Wait...you are ? For real ?

You burst out laughing.

-You know I can't right ? You might spill in me every time, but I take the pills, so you know...dead seeds.

He can't stop the smile on his face at your bold way of phrasing things.

-Also, if I knew I was pregnant, I would never have drunk that much. Besides, I know...I know what you went through with your own kids...I...I don't really think you want...babies.

You carefully say, knowing the subject to be one of discord.

Logan kept everything bad to himself...But sometimes, he would truly tells you how he feels, and it would always fill your heart with sadness, knowing how much he suffered.

He told you the story of how one of his son, Daken, tricked him into killing his other (known) children...but soon after he said that, he decided that the subject was taboo, and never spoke of it again. You had wanted to bring the subject of having kids before, but never dared because of that.

-...Do you want babies ?

He asked rather seriously.

You blushed a bit. You thought about it a lot. You loved Logan. He loved you. You had been together for years. You wanted to spent your life with him...and yes, you wanted kids of your own one day...

You stayed silent.

-Well, do you ?

He insisted. Turning away from him once again, you whisper :

-If I say yes are you gonna bolt ? Leave like you often do, but this time, never come back ?

He doesn’t answer, his intense eyes fixed on you.

-Yes. Not now. One day. I do...really much.

If he didn't had enhanced hearing, he would never have heard you because you spoke so lowly.

An awkward silence ensued.

The conversation miraculously healed you from your hungover, and now, you wished nothing but for it to come back again, so that you had something else to focus on.

He finally broke the heavy silence installed between you two.

-I do too. Or rather, I want your babies. I mean, I want babies...with you.

You turned back to him, stunned.

-I...I love you (Y/N). So much it hurt. So much I can't even imagine a life without you. So much I'm declaring my love to you right now, in the most cheesy way ever. I love you. With all my heart, with all my being. And I want to built a life with you. I want to raise a child with you. Built a house for you. A normal life. As normal as it can get with us...I want to...I want you. Always.

He laid his hand on your stomach again.

-Not now. But one day. I never thought I could dare to even dream about a child I could raise. About...someone like you. And I'm scared shitless that something would happen to you one day. Or to our kid. But I can't walk away, because it would kill me. I need you. And I might be a coward for...

-Shush you big stupid ass...You won't loose me. You know I can defend myself. I'd like to see fucking Sabertooth try to get me, I'll fry him. I will. And...I love you too much to let you go. And if you do go for that, I swear I'll find you and make you suffer, James Howlett. Because no one ever told me what you just said, and fuck, it makes me feel to good to let it go.

He pulled you to his chest, squeezing you tightly against it.

-Even if I should, I couldn't leave you. Like I said, it'd kill me. And oh my god I sound cheesy as fuck.

-Haha, well, like I said...I like your cheesy side.

You reach over to kiss him, but he stopps you.

-You gotta brush your teeth before kissing me missy, it smells awfully like vomit.

You hit lightly his chest and laugh. You did as he told though, because you really wanted to kiss him...and because you did promise a blowjob and rough sex. And you always kept your promises.

~ONE DAY~

You gently caressed your belly bump, as Logan was resting his head in your laps. You never been so happy in your life. It was only the beginning...

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DualShockers’ Game of the Year 2018 Staff Lists — Chris’s Top 10

As 2018 comes to a close, DualShockers and our staff are reflecting on this year’s batch of games and what were their personal highlights within the last year. Unlike the official Game of the Year 2018 awards for DualShockers, there are little-to-no-rules on our individual Top 10 posts. For instance, any game — not just 2018 releases — can be considered.

In a year that I characterize with existential fear and internal anxiety, 2018 is when I figured out that while video games may not save society, they can at least help the individual. “Escapism” is an overused and reductive term, with the games I dug into providing a variety of positive forces: inspiration, awe, contemplation, camaraderie, and so on and so forth. This was also a year where I tried my darndest to play video games just to try to make myself feel happy.

But enough of that sappy stuff. I got some games to talk about, and this might come across as an unusual bunch. Most of this year for me was spent catching up with games from previous years, mainly titles that I waited for Switch ports. Once I was informed that games from any release year were fair game, the list that I already had was suddenly in flux.

First off, let’s pour one out for the titles that made my shortlist, but not my final top ten, including Hollow Knight (Switch), Dead Cells, Sea of Thieves, Wolfenstein II (Switch), Heaven Will Be Mine, Marvel’s Spider-Man, and Red Dead Redemption 2: the latter three are games that I wrote pieces for on DualShockers, all which I linked to. Also, I never got a chance to play Florence, The Messenger, Gris, Return of the Obra Dinn, or Donut County as of this writing, and these were all titles I was looking forward to.

To be quite honest, this list, especially the tenth spot, kept changing every few hours. But I had a strict deadline for this, so let’s capture, in time, how I felt about games during this particular hour before I regret everything:

10. A Way Out

Okay, it’s here where I’ll straight up admit that this list is a weird one. I can’t particularly say that A Way Out is an exceptional game, but the experience of playing it was just fascinating. I played the main story with a close friend over two days, and while much of the core gameplay is standard or contrived, I couldn’t help but want to explore the environment and all of the activities that surrounded us. Well, at least after you break out of that prison.

A Way Out inspired the part of me that just wanted to break games. I wanted to see what my limits were, or if positioning our characters in a certain place together would prompt anything, or if there were activities that I can cheat in. While I was disappointed that some of the final missions of the game turned into an Uncharted ripoff with a Scarface vibe, the turn at the end of the game was peak “me trying to break this game.” Boy, was this fun—and the experience was so memorable to me that A Way Out just barely slipped into the list. Congrats, “f*** the Oscars” guy!

Check out the DualShockers review of A Way Out.

9. Call of Duty: Black Ops 4

The general narrative around the Call of Duty games seems to be that the series just hasn’t been the same since Modern Warfare 2. There’s a bit of truth to that, but I must admit that I’ve always had a soft spot for Treyarch’s Black Ops subseries. The stories are usually absurd fun, but in terms of new features and gameplay mechanics, Treyarch has been forward-thinking. While I loved Black Ops II, Black Ops III proved to be a massive disappointment. Against my expectations, Treyarch won me back the fourth time.

Obviously, there’s less story here this time around, but the multiplayer is what keeps us all going anyway. I have to admit my surprise about how manual healing subtly changed up the gameplay—it may seem like a small addition, but I felt that I had a bit more agency and control as a result, and it added a small new layer of strategy. Blackout is a blast, and as someone who missed out on the PUBG craze when it first debuted (though I made up for that on PS4), the Call of Duty interpretation of it quickly won me over. Exploring that map also made me realize how weirdly nostalgic I was for World at War and the Black Ops games—maybe a silly thing to have reverence over, but a reverence I hold, regardless.

Check out the DualShockers review of Call of Duty: Black Ops 4.

8. Fortnite

That new-fangled video game with the floss dancing might be the most basic thing to like in 2018, but gosh darn it, I still fell victim to its charms. With cross-play finally making its way to Fortnite this year across all consoles, this battle royale game became the default multiplayer option amongst my circles. While I’ve never been wild about the gunplay, exploring the evolving map and learning how to utilize building to its fullest potential has been a truly unique and exciting experience.

And speaking of that evolution, I am just floored by how Fortnite’s battle royale mode just keeps adding elements and changing everything up. I was already thrilled when the golf carts were added, but last I saw, you can fly a freaking biplane now. The crazy map events inspire intrigue, and even though there is only one map, the fact that it changes regularly somehow keeps it all fresh. Do I think that it’s lousy that Epic is stealing dance moves? Oh yeah. But will my friends and I keep playing it? Probably. Ugh. Sorry, all.

Check out more of my thoughts in this editorial about Fortnite.

7. Tetris Effect

I’m often thrown the question of how Tetris is able to make me relax when the gameplay is inherently stressful. Still, to this day, I struggle to come up with words to describe that phenomenon. Luckily, Tetris Effect made that much easier to explain—I still don’t use words, but instead, I simply point someone towards some gameplay and ask them to use their eyes and ears. In case you don’t know by now, Tetris Effect is a gorgeous game, and it ended up as one of the most therapeutic experiences I’ve had with any piece of media this year.

It’s a game that just wants to inspire joy and inspiration, using historical and cultural imagery; sometimes its lifting and appropriating, but that’s an entirely different discussion for later. It wants you to admire the feats of humankind throughout millennia, but even if you couldn’t give a damn about humanism, it still sure looks pretty. I greatly appreciate how completing the Journey mode will allow players to simply enjoy the sensory experiences by themselves, because this game can get really difficult at times. Most of all, Tetris Effect affirms my love for adaptive soundtracks, something that you can only really find in games.

Check out the DualShockers review of Tetris Effect.

6. God of War

I can certainly see why the DualShockers staff picked God of War for the top prize this year. I had never touched any of the previous games in the series, and father-son stories are a bit played out at this time, but I rode the wave of PlayStation 4 first-party “prestige” titles, third-person character-focused action games like Uncharted, Horizon: Zero Dawn, and the like. While I completely fell off of Horizon last year, God of War surprisingly entranced me.

The single take camerawork in God of War is a gimmick for sure, but as a big fan of Alfonso Cuarón, I’m a sucker for it. I appreciated a new take on Norse mythology that wasn’t from the Marvel Cinematic Universe for once, and the world was large and interesting without being intimidating. Combat in God of War hasn’t won everyone over, but it was a system that I strived to get better at. Ultimately, I stayed on because of Christopher Judge and Sunny Suljic (who was excellent in Mid90s, by the way). And it doesn’t necessarily need repeating, but God of War looks real, real nice, even on my above average display.

To be real though, it’s all about recalling that Leviathan Axe. That’s a cool-ass feature.

Check out the DualShockers review of God of War.

5. Celeste

Challenging platformers always scare me away. Why do you think I’ve never played Super Meat Boy? I couldn’t tell you how I got over the fence and ended up purchasing Celeste—maybe it was my love for Towerfall or the fact that I wouldn’t stop hearing about how good Lena Raine’s soundtrack was. Regardless, Celeste helped me get over my irrational fear of difficult games.

Here’s the thing about the game: it’s really easy to play! Well, not easy to finish, mind you, but Celeste was more intuitive and inviting than I made it out to be at first. Pretty quickly any frustration I expected was instead replaced with determination. The trial-and-error nature of the game made me think carefully rather than rage like games with consistent deaths usually do. It also helps that Madeline is just a fun protagonist.

Celeste is just a wonderful mix of gameplay, music, and writing, and anyone who doesn’t like it is just not a good person. Got it?

Check out the DualShockers review of Celeste.

4. Night in the Woods (Switch)

There are so few stories that accurately depict the aimlessness of the formative 20s age range, and Night in the Woods is really the only one that I can think of off the top of my head. I won’t get into any self-flagellation here in describing how miserable my own 20s are (I wrote about that elsewhere, if you’re curious), but I will say that the story and art style provided some healing during particularly difficult times in my life this year. The Switch port came just in time for me.

Mae, Gregg, Bea, and Angus are all wonderfully-realized characters; the dynamics and dialogue between them were a delight, and sometimes painfully realistic, from my own social experiences. There’s not too much gameplay to speak of, but I looked forward to each new in-game day to walk around the town and see what the folks I passed by had to say. The story took a real Stephen King-meets-Hot Fuzz turn, and I was down for it. It captures so much truth, and is one of the most authentic pieces of media I know of—and this is one where all the characters are animals.

Check out the DualShockers review of Night in the Woods.

3. Hitman 2

Agent 47, you are one weird dude, and I love you so. As I mentioned in my written review for this website, the “first” Hitman game in 2016 was one that I watched constantly, basically playing it vicariously. With this new game, I graduated to finally, uh, playing it, and almost every moment of it, whether it was a moment of success, failure, or absurdity, has been worth it. Hitman 2, more than any other game this year, is one where if I even think about it, I will have the visceral urge to play it immediately.

I know that I am encouraged to commit these assassinations as smoothly and quietly as possible, but nothing brings me more joy than a contrived plan gone awry. Hitman 2, while very similar to the previous game, added so many fun toys to play with inside its expansive sandboxes. Even with Mission Stories to somewhat guide me, I always found ways to come up with left-field solutions to seemingly simple problems. Stealthily murdering terrible people has never been so much more fun.

Check out the DualShockers review of Hitman 2.

2. Wandersong

I’ve spent the past several months annoying the hell out of everyone I know about this lovely piece of art from Greg Lobanov. Wandersong, in case this is the first time I’m annoying you about it, is a wholesome story-driven game that thematically deconstructs “the hero’s journey.” You play as the Bard, someone without the physical constitution to even pick up a sword, yet is able to use the power of song and vocals to their advantage. It’s a game about a person spreading happiness not only to the game’s world, but to whoever is playing it.

It isn’t too complicated to play, and the song wheel mechanics are a bit finicky at times, but playing through the entire game was such a profound experience for me. Not only did I appreciate its handling of familiar narrative tropes, but I also admired its depiction of mental health and depression. You can tell that Greg and his friends and colleagues put a lot of love into the game’s visuals, sound, writing, and design, and I’m eternally grateful for their work.

Check out the DualShockers review of Wandersong.

1. Super Smash Bros. Ultimate

It’s a tad bit unfair to put Super Smash Bros. Ultimate at the top of my list. Not only did it release so late in the year, but it’s essentially the game of games. I’ve been obsessed with the series since its first iteration on the Nintendo 64, and Ultimate represents such a fantastic evolution of the franchise, and this evolution comes in surprising forms. More so than even its predecessors does it come across more like a celebration to basically every franchise that Nintendo has ever even touched.

I’m not just talking about the Spirits, though those are fun in their own way—the World of Light campaign is long and exhausting, but I remain gleeful every time I see a creative Spirit concept. I’m not just talking about the music, even though the option of creating playlists and basically using your Switch as a music player with its screen turned off is absolutely genius. I just appreciate recent Smash efforts to having characters play like they came out straight from their own games. The trend started with Mega Man in the previous Smash, I feel, but new additions like Simon Belmont and Inkling (from my beloved Splatoon) really take everything further.

I don’t think people talk about this enough, but Smash Bros. is just a great-looking game. It’s a happy medium between the darker look of Brawl and the cartoony colors of the fourth Smash Bros., and I am still in awe by how Ultimate is able to make all of these characters, with totally different designs, aesthetics, and body proportions, look like they all belong together in the same game.

Everyone is here, indeed.

Check out the DualShockers review of Super Smash Bros. Ultimate.

0. Nickelodeon Kart Racers

Did you know that they misspelled “brake” as “break” in the controls menu? Jeez, what a mess.

Check out the DualShockers review of Nickelodeon Kart Racers.

Check out the other DualShockers’ staff Top 10 lists and our official Game of the Year Awards:

December 17: DualShockers Game of the Year Awards 2018 December 18: Lou Contaldi, Editor in Chief // Logan Moore, Reviews Editor December 19: Ryan Meitzler, Features Editor // Tomas Franzese, News Editor December 20: Scott Meaney, Community Director December 21: Reinhold Hoffmann, Community Manager // Ben Bayliss, Staff Writer December 22: Ben Walker, Staff Writer // Chris Compendio, Staff Writer December 23: Eoghan Murphy, Staff Writer // Grant Huff, Staff Writer December 26: Iyane Agossah, Staff Writer // Jordan Boyd, Staff Writer December 27: Max Roberts, Staff Writer // Michael Ruiz, Staff Writer December 28: Noah Buttner, Staff Writer // Rachael Fiddis, Staff Writer December 29: Steven Santana, Staff Writer // Tanner Pierce, Staff Writer December 30: Travis Verbil, Staff Writer // Zack Potter, Staff Writer

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