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We need more fucked up fics in fandom I swear to god
adam: if you were a fruit, you'd be a fineapple ;)
michael: ...so i'm a fruit to you?
adam: michael it's a pickup line-
michael: A FRUIT.
For Reggie, what would you have done if RHM actually died after his fight with Henry? (Sorry if it's morbid)
âWhat kinda question is dat? âeâd obviously avenge me, isnât dat right, Reg?â
âOf course Righty. Also Iâd probably try to save his mind and put it on a chip.â
âOh, ya mean, like with Cecilâs âusband?â
âYes, just like that.â Reginald smiled and Right Hand Man closed his eyes, laughing: âDat sounds good ta me. Though Iâd much rather be alive.â
Right kept talking and Reginald listened: âYa know, I wanna be the one that kicks âenryâs ass one day. âe really thinks âe can just take over the Toppat Clan without any repercussions? HAH, dream on, mate.â
âYa get wot I mean Reg? Ya wanna âave some revenge too for technically not beinâ leader anymore, right?â
âYouâre absolutely correct, Righty.... Iâd love to have some....revenge. The satisfaction just canât be trumped by anything.....â
He slowly came closer, his shoes making little sounds when they hit the wooden floor, grin widening to an almost impossible level, even for cartoon standards. Right Hand Man had no idea about Reginald slowly inching closer. He just kept talking, as if nothing. was. wrong.....
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Chapter 8 now up!

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Random HC #35 (Continuation of #4 - #34)
Panic?!
ââŚIâm sorry, Robbie, I completely forgot your tea!â Sportacus shakes his head, confused about himself, when he leaves the bathroom to return to his friend again âIâll catch up on it, immediately! Just⌠Robbie?!â he nearly drops the bowl in shock, when he finds the bed empty âRobbie!â The next second, he sees the villain standing in front of one of the smaller windows, his eyes fixed either on the heavy rain outside or on nothing at all. He has crossed his arms in front of his bare chest and is shivering. âRobbie?âŚâ puzzled and a little worried because of the lack of reaction, Sportacus quickly puts the bowl on the bedside table and then carefully approaches the shaking, obvious absent villain ââŚRobbie, why arenât you in bed? You shouldnât walk around in this condition⌠Youâre still weakenedâŚand sickâŚâ Still no reaction. ââŚRobbie?âŚâ hesitatingly, he rests his hand on the otherâs, once again slightly tensed back ââŚHeyâŚâ Unlike what he has been expecting, Robbie doesnât wince this time. He just shrugs his hand off and turns away, his eyes fixed on the ground now and his voice low but clear ââŚI should go nowâŚâ âWhat?!â the hero stares at him in utter shock and confusion, then he wildly shakes his head âWhat is this now?! We agreed that you stay here! Youâre far too sick to take care of yourself at the moment! How do you suddenly get that idea, anyway?!?â âThis is none of your business,â replies the villain coolly, straightens up and heads for the closed door to exit the airship âThank you for your help, Sportaflop.â ââŚRobbieâŚâ Sportacus rarely feels overwhelmed or unable to cope with a situation, but right now, he feels like crying out in frustration and desperation. The villain was completely relaxed and at peace. Then he leaves him alone for not even three minutes and he starts to actâŚlike THIS?! He doesnât understand⌠But when Robbie manually wants to open the door, by pushing the button next to it, the hero reflexively calls âLock!â Robbie holds in his move, obviously aware that pushing the button wouldâve got no point now ââŚYou canât keep me here against my will, SportacusâŚâ His voice is still low, but this time, thereâs something in it that the hero has never heard before. ItâsâŚa strange, grave seriousnessâŚalmostâŚclose toâŚa warningâŚthreat?!⌠Sportacus isnât sure. But he doesnât really care right now, either. âRobbie!â with a fluid motion, he easily flips over the other man and lands right in front of him, facing him with open confusion and fear âRobbie, what is WRONG??â The next moment, he nearly winces when Robbie meets his eyes for the first time now. TheyâreâŚcold. And just like it has been with his voice, the hero has never seen his eyes look like this before⌠âWhat is wrong?! Youâre keeping me prisoner! THAT is wrong!â Robbieâs voice still sounds this strange. And Sportacus feels his heart breaking again. He canât help but sound hurt âNo! Thatâs⌠I just want you to stay because youâre sick and I care about you! How⌠Why would youâŚâ âYou shouldnât!â Robbie clenches his hands into fists and turns away âYou should not care!â âRobbie, weâve been there before!â the hero takes a deep breath, mentally preparing for another one of Robbieâs heavy self doubts âI DO! And you DESERVE care and love! WhatâŚâ âI DONâT!â the villain turns back again, his eyes not cold anymore but filled with tears and his voice breaks âI SIMPLY DONâT, SPORTACUS! Why canât you just accept that??? WHY DO I HAVE TO YELL AT YOU SO YOU FINALLY LEAVE ME BE??? WHYâŚâ he stumbles but catches himself, then he presses his hands on his temples and sobs lowly ââŚWhy do I have to beâŚmean to youâŚto make you listenâŚâ The hero is completely overwhelmed. He truly doesnât know what has gotten into the other, but he knows that he has to calm him somehow⌠ââŚRobbie⌠I ALWAYS listen to what you sayâŚâ very carefully, he rests a hand on the villainâs shoulder, but he whines and pushes it off at once, so he keeps trying it verbally ââŚBut no matter that I do, I CANâT let you leave now! YouâreâŚnot yourself⌠What happened when I was in the bathroom? Youâre all shaken up out of a sudden⌠Robbie? Please! Talk to me! Otherwise, I canât help you!âŚâ begs the hero desperately and takes a very small, careful step towards the other ââŚRobbieâŚâ ââŚYou donât want to help meâŚâ âThatâs not true! Of COURSE I want to! Iâm TRYING right now!â Sportacus takes another step closer and his voice softens ââŚRobbie, did you have another hallucination? Or a nightmare? OrâŚâ His question appears to be unheard. ââŚYou wouldnât want to help me, if you knewâŚâ Robbie breaks up and he wraps his arms around himself and slowly shakes his head. âIf I knew what? Robbie. PleaseâŚâ He gets cut off by a bright flash and enormous thunder, followed by a low cry and Robbie, slumping on the ground in fetal position, hugging his knees close to his chest. âRobbie!â Sportacus kneels down next to him, at once, and this time, he ignores the low cry at his touch and pulls the villainâs upper body onto his lap, holding him close to his chest, with both arms wrapped around him, taking his hands in a tight grip in his own. Robbie starts to struggle at once. He kicks into the air and writhes and swears and cries for long minutes, while the hero nuzzles his face into the tousled, black hair, murmuring soothing words, partly in English, partly in Icelandic, and waits him out⌠His breathing has slowed down a bit, just like the beating of his heart. But instead, heâs shivering violently now and his eyes are still fixed on an imaginary spot at the wall. Sportacus is still caressing his hair in gentle strokes, a successful way to calm him that he has started, shortly after the villain had stooped struggling against his embrace. His shaking hands are now gripping on to the heroâs shirt, so tight that his knuckles turn white. ââŚShush⌠Itâs all right, RobbieâŚâ repeats Sportacus once more lowly. But this time, he gets a response ââŚNo⌠It isnâtâŚâ Robbieâs voice sounds as if heâs suffering from grave pain and he swallows noticeably hard. âOf course, it is. Donât be scared. Youâll become all healthy again, I promise!âŚâ ââŚNo, you donât understandâŚâ whimpers the villain lowly and turns his head to look up, into the otherâs eyes ââŚI⌠IâŚrememberedâŚmore about that eveningâŚbefore my family left me behindâŚâ Sportacus feels a shiver running down his spine. Thatâs what he feared, the moment, Robbie broke down in an obvious panic attack. Thatâs what he has read about in his book. Thatâs what he hoped would NOT happen to Robbie⌠ââŚRobbie⌠Youâre under shock. Youâre still running a high fever and youâre stressed. DonâtâŚâ âIâm not mistaken, Sportacus. That was a real memory. AndâŚâ his breathing hitches and he starts to sob again âAnd youâre going to hate me!!â âRobbie, no. I could NEVER hate you!â contradicts the hero gently but firmly and he soothingly runs his hand over his bare back. But Robbieâs crying intensifies again and he starts tugging at Sportacusâ pajama top to release some of his desperate anger âYou WILL hate me! Everybody hates me! Anybody, I ever met hated me! I-I canât be loved! I⌠I shouldnât even EXIST!!â âRobbie!â exclaims the hero truly shocked and stills his hands âDonât say things like this!â âBut itâs TRUE!â Robbie suddenly pushes himself up, keeps his upper body supported by his arms and strains to look the other into the eyes again ââŚIâm a monster, SportacusâŚâ âRobbie, donâtâŚâ âYouâll realize that Iâm rightâŚâ âNo, I wonât, because no, you are NOT!â Sportacus feels angry. Not at Robbie, but at his parents for not showing him the kind of love, he deserved and needed as a kid. No wonder, he believes these horrible things about himself, now that heâs feverish and completely overexerted and confused by slowly recovering his real memory again⌠ââŚRobbie, listen. Whatever your parents told youâŚâ âIâm a FELF, Sportacus!â
guys this chapter might actually kill me, just putting it out there
I remember thinking that she was awfully optimistic in this song when it first came out. (yeah... I prolly dated the hell outta myself lol) My marriage at the time had me jaded as hell... Like that's not real Monica... Fast forward a few years... And I have this very experience now with a man who I never expected to be the one... Talk abt a 180... Gotta love how life works.