Catch all post!

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Want to thread with Rich and can't find a meme to do it in? Feel free to use this post! Rich will be post-canon unless otherwise specified.

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in which santana is a better life coach than a brain computer

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[ Once they’re all situated in the real world again, Christine insists that Santana meet her friends. Santana, in a show of how deeply she cares about Christine, begrudgingly agrees.

For the most part, Santana just thinks these people are weird as hell. However, she’s always had an impeccable sense of who’s got a crush on who, and it doesn’t fail her this time: Rich has got it bad for Chewie. Or Michael. Whatever his name is. And like, whatever, that’s none of her business. But it is fun to stir the pot a little.

She gets the opportunity a few weeks later, when Christine realizes that she’s forgotten something at the store while Santana and Rich are at her place. In what’s probably a misguided display of trust in those two, she leaves for a few minutes, unknowingly also leaving Rich in the hot seat. Santana’s lying on Christine’s couch, scrolling through Twitter, when she lets fly with a deadpan: ]

Seems like you’re pretty into Chewie, huh?

it's not like that's really all that hard to manage

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[It's hard not to care about Christine. Rich has to admit that he's about as charmed by her as Jeremy is in his own platonic way. It's hard not to listen when she babbles on excitedly about her new, super cool and super fun cheerleader friend who doesn't take anything from anyone, and it's even harder to make an excuse not to meet up at her place, even if Rich has PT and counselling to work around.

So he agrees, and he's friendly, even when he swears Santana is watching him more intently than they did the first time they met, raising an eyebrow every time Rich opens his messaging app on his phone. He's relieved at first when she seems to have laid off a bit to get to her own social media, only for her to ask that and for Rich to nearly crack his screen as he fumbles it and drops it onto a couch cushion.]

Who the- jesus, I forgot you guys gave Michael that weird nickname. Thought you were accusing me of being a furry like Heere.

[That doesn't answer the question, though, which Rich realizes with a start.]

But nah, we're just good friends. G-Got to apologize for my bullshit while I was in the hospital, and I think he's pretty cool with hanging around me now. That's all.

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Jack stood over the hospital bed, only half listening to the guards who'd dragged the kid up here at his request. He knew everything they had to say already and he was much more interested in getting the show on the road. And finishing the breakfast sandwich he was currently wolfing down. He waved a hand to cut them off, jerking a thumb back at the door to the room, which they obediantly scuttled out of and closed. That left a doctor and a nurse hovering anxiously in the other corner of the room.


"He waking up soon, or what?" Jack asked, pitching the sandwich wrapper in the trash.

"Any minute now," the doctor assured him with a glance at his patient's vitals.

"Cool." Jack watched the kid's face with eager anticipation. The way he was standing, he'd be the first thing the kid saw when he woke up. He looked awfully fragile laying there on the cot, arms and legs held down by restrictive straps. A couple of fresh bruises littered his body as well as a bandaid over a cut on his forehead. Kid had fought like hell when they'd come for him, little shit. They'd had to tranq him to get him out of the apartment he'd been apparently sharing with his mother.

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Rich is always a fighter, so it's no surprise that he has to fight to bring himself back from unconsciousness, feeling like he's dragging himself inch by inch up from the comforting blackness into... well, into something far worse than that. Perhaps someone with sense would have just let themselves fall back into slumber, but Rich finds himself glaring up at the man before he even really registers who it is.

Handsome Jack. The CEO of Hyperion. His mom's boss... Everything clicks into place almost painfully, and his struggles resume, mouth open in a wide scream.

He wants to ask what happened to his mom. He wants to ask why the people who came to tell him of his mother's disappearance decided to steal him away from his home and beat him mercilessly when he protested. He wants to ask what the fuck this guy's problem is, what he has against him, but all he does is yell, the monitors displaying his vitals screeching as his heart rate rockets upward.