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conrad stevenson’s paranormal P.I. how I care you. I care you so much.

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Hello, Sam!

I have just started reading your series Moments in Time that I saw Breanie recommended and I must say, it is absolutely wonderful so far!

Croup: This was not at all what I expected! I stumbled across this universe recommended on Breanie’s tumblr and thought I better start in order. PUH-Tunia really is a bitch! You can just see the abuse already inflicted on him and he’s only three! The mental anguish of a three year old being told he can’t have nice things because he breaks them can’t have been good for poor Harry! No wonder’s so unsure of everything later on. Yelling at him because he’s sick like it’s his fault! Im surprised she even gave him medicine! Wanting him to sleep outside in the “frigid air” and only deciding not to because the neighbours might see really says a lot about her personality. Ive never read anything from Petunia’s point of view before but well done. I hate her even more than before. I look forward to following this new adventure that is your moments in time universe. Great read!

The Boggart of Grimmauld Place: This was just so heartwarming! Harry getting to spend even a little time with Remus and Sirius at Grimmauld Place was what was missing from canon. Memories of his grandparents, learning about them. It was just lovely! When Harry is ashamed of wanting Sirius to embrace him a little longer my heart ached for that poor boy who never got to feel real hugs and affection. He thinks he should be ashamed for wanting to feel it and he shouldnt! I blame for petunia for that. I meant to say that in Croup how she touched his forehead to check for a fever and he flinched like he’d been expecting her to hit him. Poor poor little Harry. I love how you play on the connection here between Harry and Sirius and even parallel it to the Potters and Weasleys. Harry being surprised that he would be in Sirius’ will at all. Harry just being surprised that people care about him. Makes me want to just give him a hug! What abeautiful story! Thank you.

Hide and Seek: This was so fun! I love the thought of them all playing hide and seek in Grimmauld Place and everyone joining in! Remus and Tonks making out in the cupboard was the best! It was definitely my favourite part and Sirius just teasing them! Hermione thinking something happened between Harry and Ginny. I loved how Harry opened up a little to Ginny. You could see he was actually really comfortable with her in a way he’s not with people. Absently massaging her wrist, touching her. He was caught up in her without realizing he was caught up in her. Adorable! The second addition was wonderful! I love how Ginny just took control, loosening his tie, taking off his jumper… they are the superior couple! While I am a tad disappointed to not see them making out at the end, I loved this story. Thank you.

Seventeen: Wow! This was a story I didn’t know I needed. Harry and Ron lovingly admitting they’re brothers warms my soul. I love that touch of giving them matching watches! Was that canon? If not it should be. Mrs weasley feeling guilty over Sirius is so like her. She loves and cares for Harry as if he’s her own son and it’s wonderful to see. The last bit with Ginny was perfect! They definitely had to do more than the uninterrupted kiss and I love how Harry just basked in her. The end made me so sad! His heart breaking over missing her birthday, lost opportunities. Very beautifully done! These one-shots are amazing and I look forward to reading more of them. Thank you.

The Demise of Walburga Black: This was absolutely amazing! The image you crafted of them laughing like lunatics as they destroyed her portrait was awesome! What I like most so far about your writing is how you gently weave in Harry’s relationship with the Weasleys. I love the idea of George moving in with him and Ron, that Harry would offer his home to him like that. I love that Harry goes to Mr Weasley for renovation advice. I think its so hot that Harry would renovate the Muggle way (so sexy to see men in a tool belt and I’m going to assume he’s shirtless and sweaty). I love that it was Angelina’s idea and how you casually had Ron toss in that George and Angelina were already sleeping together. George not really being drunk, is that because he drank a lot to cope with Fred’s death? I think it is. Harry’s reaction to being caught by Mrs Weasley, how his guilt eases into pleasure that Mrs Weasley would call both himself and Ron George’s “younger brothers” and his glee in being lectured by her in a motherly fashion. And dont even get me started on the scene with Ginny! The way he gushed on his drunken ramblings about making a home with her and wanting to raise a family and her not wanting to get her hopes up because he’s so drunk! I laughed out loud when Harry said that drunk Harry wants to do dirtier things with her or something like that. Just wonderful all around! Where’s Teddy in this story? I know he lives with Andromeda in canon but I thought I read that you have Harry raising him. Ah well, maybe the next tale will answer that question! Thank you.

That’s all I’ve had time to read so far, but I just wanted to say thank you for writing such a rich and vast universe! I can definitely see why Breanie recommends you so much! I have a few questions if you don’t mind.

1) What made you decide to write a story about Harry’s early childhood from the point of view of Petunia instead of Harry?

2) Do you think Petunia and Vernon physically abused Harry when he was little? It’s fairly obvious he had psychological abuse, but do you think there was more?

3) Do you think Ron and Hermione knew Harry had never played childish games like hide and seek as a child? Do you think the others knew and that’s why they all agreed to join in?

4) When do you think Harry actually started to notice Ginny? Was it in his fifth year and he just didn’t realize or do you think it was later? There is the scene where she puts him in his place over the possession bit and of course when they get kicked out of the library together. What are your thoughts?

5) Was it canon that Ron and Harry have the watches of Mrs Weasley’s brothers?

6) Do you believe George could handle his alcohol better because of his age or were you insinuating he had become accustomed to the drink after losing Fred?

7) Where is Teddy when Harry lives at Grimmauld Place? From the summaries of your stories I got the impression Harry raised him. But I haven’t read any further so I may be wrong.

Sorry for so many questions, but I am curious. I look forward to reading more. Thank you for your time. You’re amazing and I love your work! Thank you.

I have been following your review journey and getting more and more excited the further you get into the universe!! I am going to try my damndest to answer all these asks you’ve sent today but I have an incredibly busy weekend, so it may take me a little bit to answer them all especially if you’re asking specific questions since I won’t have access to my computer a lot. So, I will answer all your asks, but give me the weekend because I want to give you the best and most detailed answers I can!

1.) Honestly, Croup and Brontide (I promise, no spoilers) are the reason I started this as a series. I mentioned Harry had croup a lot as a child in Brontide and then wanted to write a companion piece. I thought, what better way to demonstrate Harry’s childhood then telling a story through Petunia’s POv because she’s absolutely horrible. Plus, I didn’t think I could get into the mindset of any other POV for that story.

2.) I definitely think there was physical abuse as well. It’s indicated in the books (Harry knowing to dodge away from a frying pan or something). So, I do feel they did physically abuse him as well. He has a few scars to show from it.

3.) No, I don’t think they knew. Maybe some suspected it but not know. I think everyone was just sick of cleaning Grimmauld Place and wanted to do something fun. It didn’t matter it was a child’s game. They just wanted something to do.

4.) I think he started to like Ginny as a friend in fifth year. I think he started to notice her as someone more than just Ron’s little sister. I don’t even think he noticed how he felt comfortable around her in fifth year either. I like to think all the dots started to connect earlier than 6th year but Harry just didn’t know what it all meant. Then 6th year come and he’s like crap… I really her! But it was building, unknowingly, to Harry before then. Ginny had been slowly forming into her own person in Harry’s mind and he felt comfortable and liked what he saw. He just didn’t connect it romantically at that time.

5.) No, the watches isn’t canon. I wish it was though. Honestly, when I wrote it, I totally forgot they mentioned Ron getting a brand new watch in canon until months after I wrote the story.

6.) George was a bit of an alcoholic after the war. It’s mentioned more in-depth in Brontide. But he definitely held his alcohol better because he has been spiraling into alcohol abuse for months by that point.

7.) So, again it’s mentioned in Brontide, but Teddy lived with Andromeda for the first year of his life before Harry gained custody of him. Andromeda didn’t feel comfortable with Harry raising Teddy at first. Once she got to know him and see how much Harry cared for Teddy, she handed over custody to Harry so that Teddy could live a more normal life and have parents and siblings.

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Sex Tapes - Todoroki Shouto

Summary: Billionaire playboy Todoroki Shouto has a secret collection of personal sex tapes and tonight he plans on adding to his stash.

Pairing: Celebrity!Shouto x Idol!Reader

Rating: E+

Word Count: 4k

Bingo Prompt: Sex Tapes

Warnings: Vaginal sex, hair pulling, unprotected sex, hidden cameras, filming without permission, mild dirty talk, pull-out method

Notes: I was supposed to finish this last Saturday but life just has to get in the way sometimes. Well, here it is and I hope it was worth the wait. This was for @bnhabookclub​ NSFW weekly prompt "celebrity x celebrity". In this reader is a rising idol star that had just gotten her big break while Shouto is a young billionaire. I hope he's not too OOC! I may make this into a short series but haven’t decided.

 Todoroki Shouto adjusted his Windsor knot while looking at his reflection in the mirror. In just half an hour he’d be making his grand entrance at one of Japan’s largest charity balls that beckoned only the most famous of the country to attend. It was always considered one of the highest honors to be invited, a decree of one's success during the previous year.

 This was his sixth one, having become Japan’s youngest billionaire at the age of eighteen through risky business decisions and investments that all paid off in the end. Being a man of money and status had its perks. Women fell at his feet, he always got the best service in restaurants, and he could afford anything in the entire world that his mother may dream of having. Not that she ever asked for much, but he spoiled her all the same.

 A smirk pulled across his lips as he looked over his reflection. He never went home empty handed after one of these things. Young celebrities wanted nothing more than to climb the social ladder by riding his dick. He thought that his taste was impeccable when it came to...well, everything. Dates, food, cars, houses, he only wanted the best of the best and he was sure to get it.

 Every year Shouto had a tradition that none of his late night partners knew about. Hidden in the lavish bedroom in his penthouse were three small cameras and one well placed microphone. He quite enjoyed the secret tape collection he had. They were ordered by year and last name in a locked down file folder on his computer. Hard copies were kept in a secret safe. You never knew when you needed to cause a good scandal to take the eyes off of something that was maybe more sinister.

 He checked his ruby and diamond watch, the bejeweled face matching his iconic two-toned hair. Right on time, he mused as he checked himself over one last time before departing for the penthouse’s elevator. He made it down to the valet where a white limo had been waiting for him.

 The driver opened the door as Shouto said nothing. He entered, not even bothering to marvel at the red interior. The first few times he had ridden in his custom limo, it had amazed him at how well the designers were able to make his wishes come to life. Now it just seemed all the same to him. If you’ve ridden in one, you’ve ridden in them all. Painting it a different color only made it interesting for a short amount of time.

 When he arrived, there was a sea of expensive cars and limousines as far as he could see. He was silently thankful that large crowds like this didn’t bother him. While being with a big group of people wasn’t what he preferred, it also didn’t give him any kind of negative feeling such as anxiety or nervousness. It probably helped that he was great at working a room no matter how many were inside of it.

 The valet opened the door for him and he stepped out onto the long red carpet. Cameras were flashing as paparazzi stormed the limo, wanting to get a glimpse of his sharp white tux with bright red accents. His hair in perfect placement, having just gotten his undercut touched up that morning just for the event. He gave the cameras a sinful smirk that had all of the ladies sighing dreamily. If he were into small fry then maybe he’d take a few home and make them into stars. But no, he was after a much bigger fish tonight.

 He took his time walking to the building, enjoying the attention from the photographers and journalists. He entertained a few by doing some quick interviews about the event and his outfit. He praised his designers and stylists that worked hard to make him look the best, and that was probably the only honest thing he said to them.

 After nearly an hour, he ascended the stone staircase into the science museum where the ball was held. More people had arrived by this point and the place was filling nicely. He figured he was almost to capacity by the time he finally went inside.

 His mismatched eyes ran over the crowd, looking for one guest in particular. He knew from her social media that she would be here tonight and he was more than eager to start baiting her to get her to go home with him. He didn’t think it would be particularly difficult. It never was for him.

 Shouto’s gaze fell onto a beautiful young woman dressed in a tight dark blue dress with a long slit up the left side, exposing a fair amount of leg. He grabbed two glasses of champagne as he strode towards her at an even pace, not wanting to risk showing any sort of excitement.

 “Miss Y/L/N, how nice to finally meet you in person.” He said to the idol star in front of him. Her cheeks dusted pink in a light blush as she took one of the glasses from him. Everyone who was anyone knew who Todoroki Shouto was.

 She had just recently broken into the scene of stardom, having formerly been a member of a popular idol group. She started her solo career about a year ago and was finally a big name all on her own. The attention from other powerful people was still relatively new to her, her inexperience served as a kind of amusement for Shouto. If she  really   wanted to be a star, then he’d make her a star.

 “Mr. Todoroki, it’s nice to meet you.” She said, trying to hide her nerves. If she somehow spurned the young billionaire then she could ruin her own career. The mere thought had her walking on eggshells.

 He gave her one of his famous, dazzling smiles. “Please, call me Shouto. Mr. Todoroki is my father.” He teased and she chuckled lightly at the joke that admittedly wasn’t very original. “You look very lovely tonight, perhaps you’d like to dance with me later?”

 She looked up at him, blinking slowly as she processed the request. An excited smile crossed her soft lips, “I would love to Mr-” She stopped, “Shouto. Perhaps after I finish my drink?”

 Shouto nodded, sipping at his glass. They continued to make small talk, mostly about business and her rise to fame. When she asked him about his personal life he deflected, turning the conversation back to her. She didn’t seem to notice that he was doing this, which worked out better for him.

 As the night went on, he noticed her face flushing more and more, giggles spilling from her any time he teased her. They danced, ate  hors d'oeuvres  , and drank more of the bubbly alcohol than either of them probably should have. Shouto found himself becoming increasingly handsy as the time passed, first her upper back, then down to the gentle curve of her spine, her hips, and finally as they were slowly dancing he chanced to grab a handful of her ass.

  The idol star leaned into his toned chest, resting her head on his shoulder so that her breath fanned against his neck. She didn’t protest his touch, sighing softly instead of pulling away. The champagne had put her nerves around him at ease, and by now she was feeling as if she’d known him for years. In a way she had, always reading about him in magazines and seeing him on TV talking about his latest business ventures. He always found a way to stay in the spotlight.

 “Would you like to see how the rich live?” He asked, keeping his tone light in a way to show her that there was no pressure if she didn’t feel comfortable. Despite being such a playboy, Shouto never forced a woman to come home with him. That included heavy persuasion to get them into his bed. He had too much respect for the opposite sex to coerce them into doing anything they didn’t want to do.

 She looked up at him, blinking in time with the downbeat of the music playing. “Your place?” She asked, not bothering to be coy about it. She just wanted clarification for what he was asking of her before she agreed to anything.

 He simply nodded his head, a few red hairs daring to dip in front of his eyes. She reached up and brushed them back into place without much thought, “I’d love to.” She responded, suddenly feeling breathless by how close they were. Typically she didn’t do things like this, however they had such a profound connection that she decided to cave in to her wants for once.

 Typically she lived a very rigid lifestyle, adhering herself to strict rules to stay on top of her game. She had already broken several rules of her diet tonight and would more than likely regret it in the morning. However, Shouto’s presence seemed to make her forget about all of that. All she wanted was to spend more time with him, and thoroughly enjoy herself in the process. Maybe the calories burned through some extracurricular activities would help equal out all of the champagne she drank and pastries she ate. One could only hope.

 As the night wound down, and after Shouto did a grand display of his wealth by buying a few very expensive art pieces at the charity auction, the two wound up in his custom limo. The young star was not above throwing herself at him, his light touches across intimate areas throughout the night had her wanting him more and more. It was obvious what his intentions with her were, and she was completely on board.

 After marveling the beautiful interior of the luxury car, she turned to the side so she could face him. A gentle hand found his face, cupping his cheek as his two-toned eyes stared her down. Behind them was a lustful fire burning brightly, ready to explode. He stopped hesitating for the first time that night as he leaned in and brought their lips together at last.

 A needy whine left her, passing through her resolve with ease as her lips parted for his eager tongue. The kiss was sensual and greedy, hands aimlessly pawing through each other’s clothes as they wanted nothing more than to be closer.

 Shouto pulled away, knowing he had to wait for the main action. He didn’t have any recording devices within the limo, which in hindsight felt like a huge mistake. The night started as a simple conquest, but after talking to her and getting to know his little idol, the desire blossomed into something much more intense. This was no longer a simple catch for him. He wasn’t just going through the motions, he was actually putting in effort and if he hadn’t been inebriated then it probably would have frightened him.

 She looked at him with enlarged pupils, wondering why he pulled away. The playboy chuckled at the expression and a blush lit up her entire face. “I can either be a gentleman or we can do this here, I don’t believe I can do both.” He admitted, only adding fuel to her embarrassment. It clearly wasn’t rejection, however it did somehow feel that way just the tiniest bit.

 As they rode back to the building that housed his penthouse, he put an arm around her shoulder, tips of his fingers brushing the bare skin there. Even though it was light, it still seemed to set her ablaze. She shifted so that their sides and legs were touching, needing the closeness as she squeezed her thighs together. Something about him just made her so incredibly turned on that it was hard to keep her hands to herself (or off herself?) while they waited.

 When they finally parked out front, her hand darted for the door handle. Shouto let out another laugh as he reeled her back to him. “Hold on, sweetheart, I pay someone for that.” He couldn’t stop the amused look from crossing his features as a pout made its way onto her soft lips.

 A moment later the door opened. She took the hand that was outstretched to her and let it guide her out of the vehicle. A bright flash of light caused her to wince, though she was temporarily blinded she could hear the shudder of a camera. They just never give up, she thought bitterly as they called out to her, asking what she was doing with Todoroki Shouto at this time of night.

 Shouto appeared beside her, obviously unaffected by the paparazzi. He’d dealt with them for most of his life now, his father also being quite famous. They were just little insects that didn’t deserve his attention.

 He put an arm around his prize, his palm on the small of her back as he took her inside. The building security kept the onlookers at bay, not allowing them to come too close to the doorway. “Just ignore them.” He murmured into her ear, “they thrive on attention.”

 She nodded her head as they went through the glass doors. They went far back into the building, through a maze of corridors to a private elevator that could only be called when activated by his key. She tried not to marvel at the grandiose decor of the bottom floor. So far she couldn’t imagine what his penthouse would look like.

 Shouto inserted a silver key into the lock, turning it before pressing the call button.He removed his key and a few seconds later there was a high pitched chime before the gold doors opened. They went inside and he pressed the button for the top floor.

 They stood in a comfortable if not pleasurable silence as Shouto’s hand drifted downwards to her ass again. She acted as if she didn’t notice, though there was a tinge of pink on her cheeks as he gave her ass a small pat when the doors opened to reveal his lavish penthouse.

 She walked inside, awestruck at the expensive decor and beautiful open layout. It was even more magnificent then what she had expected, though in all honesty she wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. Despite her celeb status, she wasn’t nearly wealthy enough to have anything bigger than an upper class apartment. It was a comfortable living, but it was nothing like this.

 Shouto wasted no time in guiding her into the large master bedroom. The king sized bed was adorned with silk sheets and a plush duvet. “Strip for me, sweetheart.” He murmured into her ear in a low voice, “dance for me like you do on stage.”

 He moved away from her, loosening his tie and shedding his jacket and vest as he sat on the edge of the bed. The singer stared at him before slowly starting to dance to an inner beat, unzipping her dress in the process and letting it fall to the floor.

 She expertly stepped out of it before smoothly taking off her heels. Keeping her pace slow and deliberate, she removed her stockings, only stopping when she was reduced to nothing but a pair of bra and panties.

 The billionaire was captivated by everything about her. Her rhythmic dance, the soft and bare skin, and the sensual expression that graced her face. He was slowly unbuttoning his shirt, leaving it open for her to take in his sculpted chest and abs.

 Her tongue came out to wet her lips, moving to straddle his lap. She rolled her hips against him, grinding her sex against his thighs. Shouto grabbed her upper legs, forcing her even closer as he captured her mouth with his own in a kiss that was a whirlwind of lips, tongue, and teeth.

 Shouto changed their positions so that he was on top of her, devouring her with his mouth as he moved his hips against hers. He quickly finished taking off his shirt. The only thing separating them now was their underwear and his pants. This didn’t stop her from feeling his hard shaft press against her pussy, his movements stimulating her clit slightly. It was enough of a sensation to make her whine needily for him, taking a fistful of his multicolored hair into her hand to force the kiss to go even deeper.

 He growled, tearing off her bra in order to fondle her breasts, tweaking the soft nipples until they were hardened peaks. His mouth ripped from hers and left a trail of smoldering kisses down the small expanse of her neck, nipping the flesh at the most sensitive points that had her gasping for some kind of release.

 Her hands moved to his pants, managing somehow to get them off without being able to see them. He kicked them out from around his ankles, enjoying the smaller amount of resistance against his straining erection.

 His fingers caught the elastic of her thong, sliding it downwards off her legs, making her untangle them from around his waist. Once she was completely nude he pressed a thumb against her engorged clit, eliciting a whimper from his conquest. He moved the digit in slow, agonizing circles that had her panting and keening for more. She had never felt so untouched in her entire life.

 “S-Shouto,” She rasped, “P-please!” She wasn’t sure how much more of his taunts she could take. His mouth had found the swell of her breasts, leaving purpling hickies across both of them. His eyes flickered up to look at her face, seeing the desperation infiltrating her features. He felt like he had hardly even touched her yet. He chalked it up to inexperience, she wasn’t known to go on many dates or have a steady partner.

 “Do you need my cock that badly, Y/N?” He asked quizzically, pulling his face from between her breasts. “Your body hasn’t stopped begging for me since the limo.” At the end of his statement, he pinched the delicate bundle of nerves to get his point across. The action caused her to buck her hips in a feeble attempt to try to get out of his grip, but Shouto merely laughed in response.

 He stood away from her and slid down his thin boxers. Instantly her teeth sunk into her lower lip as the sight of his hardened member, the tip nearly touching his belly button. There was a thin trail of multicolored hair connecting the small divot in his stomach to his groin, the colors split perfectly down the middle the same way as they were on the top of his head.

 “I’m going to need you to do something for me first, doll.” He said as he climbed onto the bed and settled back. There was a smirk plastered on his face now, “Before I fuck you, I want you to give me a little taste.”

 He watched as she sat up, her entire body flushed as she crawled to sit between his legs. One tentative hand reached out to stroke his shaft as her soft tongue lapped at the pre-cum glistening on his head. Shouto bit back a moan as he watched her, his eyes flicking to one of the several hidden cameras and giving it a wink.

 The singer didn’t notice him, too busy concentrating on the task at hand. Her tongue swirled as she slowly led him into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks in an attempt to elicit some kind of sound from him. “That’s it,” He cooed, his hand finding its way into her tresses, “suck my dick like a good little idol.”

 She kept her eyes closed, too embarrassed to look up at him as she moved her head faster, hand still giving attention to the part of his length that wouldn’t fit within her mouth. After a few minutes, Shouto let out a small sigh of content before wrenching her off of him by tugging on her hair.

 He was smiling as she caught her breath, maneuvering them so she was on all fours in front of him. He aligned himself up to her soaking cunt, running his tip along her folds. “Wow, you’re really dripping for me, aren’t you?” He asked, voice sinfully deep. Before she could give him any kind of coherent answer, he slammed into her.

 Keeping his grip on her locks, he pulled her head back so that she had to arch her spine. A gasp rattled her throat as she was forced to quickly acclimate to his large size, walls stretching painfully at first before relaxing once more. She was so small compared to him that he felt like he was being suctioned inward, the feeling so powerful and overwhelming that he couldn’t stop the moan that came out of him.

 He continued to thrust his hips at an intense speed, the sound of his scrotum hitting against her skin bounced off the walls it was so loud. The up and coming music star was nearly screaming for him, her moans so loud that he wondered if the whole building could hear her. He imagined someone who always looked so innocent on stage sounding so positively lewd. Shouto felt so incredibly powerful for reducing her to nothing but a fuck toy.

 Shouto tilted his head back, groaning at how amazing his dick felt wrapped inside of her pussy. It was like she was made for him, perfect in every conceivable way. After all, no one had the level of dirt on her that he now had. It was such an addictive feeling, knowing he could do anything with the video. He had the power to ruin her career if he wanted to, though of course he really had no reason to.

 He was pulled from his thoughts at the sensation of her walls fluttering around him as she came so hard that she was silent for a full thirty seconds. When she finally started to descend from her high, she gasped out for air as if trying to mentally grab any oxygen she could find. He pulled her back by her hair, making her stand up on her knees. A muscular arm wrapped around her body and a strong hand captured her throat.

 She was silent again as he deprived her brain of blood and oxygen. Shouto found himself toeing the line between orgasm and not, holding himself back as much as he could for the time being. His other hand also snaked around, releasing her hair finally so he could stimulate her clit. Another few seconds he released the hold on her neck and she came a second time with the rushing sensation of blood racing through her brain once more, drinking in air in loud gulps.

 Shouto quickly pulled out and released his seed across her lower back and ass, easing her down onto her stomach as he caught his breath. She lay in a puddle on the massive bed, unable to form any sort of coherent thought as her mind was a tornado of emotions.

 After catching his breath, the playboy retrieved a warm wet cloth and dry towel. He cleaned up the mess he had made gently, careful not to touch any place that may be overstimulated. There was a sincere smile on his lips and a warmth within him that he hadn’t recalled ever feeling before.

 Once he was done cleaning her up, he tossed the towels into a laundry chute and pulled the sheets back. He climbed in next to her after turning out the light and covered them with the silk threads. His hand lightly moved up and down her back until she was fast asleep. As he listened to the light sounds of her breathing, regret began to sweep over him.

 He stood, frowning at the small whine she gave when he left. When he was sure that she hadn’t actually awoken, he padded to his laptop and unlocked it. He cut the feed to the video and promptly deleted the file before crawling back into bed and holding her once more in his arms.

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[my-brothers-corrupted]

Pick something to focus on. Like the kitty or your little alpaca dude or your dog tag or the games on your computer. When my head buzzes, it’s like... radio static, I guess. Nothing’s coming in super clear, and anything that does come in is unpleasant, and it’s like my head’s just full of bees. And so if I can pick something to ground the signal, it helps the bees go away. It helps it there’s something tactile involved. Make the new thing as big as the buzzing.

Red sighs and clutches at the weighted blanket, trying to listen. He doesn’t know if there’s anything to be done about this painful numbness, this all-consuming emptiness, but he doesn’t want to be downcast on a day when they’re all supposed to be happy. Anyway, it’s not like he can let anybody but Blue see him like this. He breathes in and out, slow, and listens to Blue frying strips of ham on the stovetop, cooking rice with bits of egg and even some veggies in it to go along, and focuses in on the smell of good food.

Blue finishes lunch, humming quietly to give his big brother something to focus on. Red kneads his fingers into the ginger alpaca he’s been given and rubs it up and down his wrists, sinking down onto the table in the clinic as he works to calm himself. He can’t really do anything about this shuddering that seems to exist right beneath his heart, but he can, at least, keep it together for now, and try to enjoy the rest of the day, even if he feels far apart from it all.

“Help me load this up,” Blue asks, passing him one of their three plates, and Red stands to help dish up enough ham and rice for all five of them, leaving one plate ham-free.

“Should I get the others to eat?”

“Let’s go eat in our room. Dapper’s feeling dizzy.”

“Oh, goddamn,” mumbles Red, frowning towards his room. “Dok giving him anything?”

“I don’t know if there’s anything he can do... too much of that new medicine in his system, or maybe too little of the old one... I think he might have been seeing things earlier.”

Red jolts, nearly dropping the rice. “Blue, that’s no joke.”

“I know, I know.”

“You understand that Carver having another snap would be, like, the worst possible thing that could happen?”

“Sometimes he just gets a little confused, right? Maybe this time it won’t be so violent.”

“No, we gotta to put a stop to this, we gotta make sure he doesn’t - ”

“Red,” Blue cuts him off firmly. “Quiet day, yeah? Nice, quiet day. Dapper’s already stressed without big brother losing it too.”

Red sighs. Breathe in, breathe out.

“Okay. Yeah.”

They carry lunch in to their brothers and are greeted with enthusiastic praise of Blue’s cooking. Been a long time since the four of them had good strips of meat. Blue wishes Anti thought to get chicken or beef or something, but Doktor doesn’t complain in the slightest when he’s handed his plate full of rice, eggs, and veggies. Blue claps him on the shoulder, warmed by his little brother’s steadfast calm.

“So what did you decide to name your kitten?” Red asks, leaning over to offer the little golden cat a tiny piece of ham.

Red can see from the way Trick is trying to pull himself together that it’s something stupid, or funny at least.

“Oh no,” groans Blue, trying not to laugh at the huge smile on Trick’s face.

“His name,” Trick halfway-wheezes. “Is - ”

He breaks down into laughter and pulls his kitten to his chest, stroking its head.

“P-pot Noodle,” he manages finally.

Red bursts into the laughter over the sound of Blue’s complaining. Doktor has his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking from laughter, and Dapper claps his hands together as he laughs and makes a little noodle-cat sign name for the newcomer, which only makes Trick laugh harder, kissing at Pot Noodle’s head.

It’s a good day.

Dapper spends most of it too dizzy to get up, so his brothers stay with him most of the day, playing with Blue’s new cards and reading new books and getting together everything they need to take care of Noodle and keep him away from Anti. They’re all full and, for once, cool from the fans, and Anti doesn’t protest at the five of them spending the whole day together like they usually would. Red and Blue go to refill their water and Dok gives Trick his final present - that lovely ocean music box.

Trick finds it difficult to react. He doesn’t want to cry in front of Dok again. They end up pressed into each other’s arms for a long time, just holding on.

“I love you, Dok.”

“I - I love you too, Trick, I love you.”

They’ll sleep easy at each other’s sides.

Red is a little more anxious to go to sleep - he doesn’t want a repeat of last night - but when he notices a reluctance in Dapper to return to Anti’s side, he finds his strength again. He has to set a good example for his little brother. So he helps Dap walk back to the room at the end of the hall, and coaxes him through a quick moment of panic, and leads him back into Anti’s bed before returning to his own.

Oh, what a day.

“Good day?” asks Blue softly, lying down beside him.

They have blankets to sleep with for once. They have alpaca toys and full bellies and even a little money under the sink to reassure Red he’ll be able to provide for his family in the days to come, too. They have everything they need.

This aching feeling in his chest has to pass soon, right?

“Yeah,” he whispers, reaching out to clutch his brother’s hand. “Really good. Really good. I’m glad I got to be here for it.”

“Me too,” whispers Blue. “Me too.”

[cherry3point14]

Dean Winchester definitely isn't in love, so don't ask him about it    

DESCRIPTION: All the times that Dean definitely didn’t have any feelings for you and totally wasn’t pining away like a lovesick puppy, so if everyone could shut up about it that’d be great.

THIS IS A ONESHOT AS PART OF THE ALONE SERIES, WHICH YOU CAN READ HERE OR HERE (AO3), I HIGHLY RECOMMEND YOU READ THIS AFTER THAT FIC AS THIS IS AS ADD ON TO THAT STORY.

[A collection of Dean POV drabbles glued together to make a oneshot of how Dean fell in love with you (in the multi-chap fic Alone). Ranging from S9 E5 up to S10 E12. Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader. Warnings: MOC!Dean and mentions of Demon!Dean. 14 Year old Dean cannot control his body.]

AO3 link here if you would prefer.

The first time he sees you

The first time Dean sees you he thinks you're dead. He gets that familiar churn in his chest, guilt at having lost another one. You make three. They'd already found two dead girls downstairs so you, hanging there lifeless, makes three dead girls.

If only they'd have got here sooner but they weren't exactly scouring missing person reports while the Wicked Witch of the West was loose in the bunker. He knows sometimes they miss some, but it doesn't make it any easier and like every other time, he's still taking it personally. Three dead girls because of one bloodsucking Djinn, and him not getting there fast enough. The Djinn he can kill, it's harder to forgive himself.

Suddenly he wishes he'd twisted that knife into the son of a bitches heart a little deeper.

Course, that is before they actually get to you and your eyes flutter open. You look like you don't have blood left in you but somehow, you're still kicking. And just like that, he thinks he's going to get to save one as he tells Sam to cut you down. That'll do for today, just let him save one of you and maybe he'll be able to sleep tonight.

Then you talk. He's about to tell you not too, you're weak right now and you shouldn't be talking but you ask about the other one. Dean prepares to tell you about monsters being real and these ones in particular. Djinn are lonely cave dwellers. They live alone.

He never gets a chance before you grab the knife from Sam and shove Dean out of the way, with strength you shouldn't have after being drained of your blood for God knows how long. He doesn't even finish blinking and you've killed the Djinn who'd been lurking behind him and saved his ass instead.

And when he asks if you're a hunter you basically call him an idiot.

Somehow, Dean knows you'll be ok.

The first time you leave

Dean hadn't liked the idea of leaving you with Kevin at first. Sam had been insistent since you were in pretty bad shape after the Djinn and Dean could admit you did kind of save their lives right after they saved yours. But Kevin was family, Dean was just being careful.

You making fun of him down the phone hadn't really improved his opinion of you, he'd been really excited to see the squirrel.

It's when they get back to the bunker, and Dean still swears he's got an itch behind his ear, that he changes his mind about you.

Because Kevin—won't take breaks because he wants everything to be over and still mourning his mother—is running around the bunker playing hide and seek. Dean doesn't think he's ever seen the kid look like he's having so much fun. When Sam clears his throat to get Kevin's attention he looks embarrassed, but he still animatedly talks about the afternoon you've both spent playing cards and board games. He claims he only started because you were annoying him while you were bored, but then he's talking about his strategy in Monopoly that should have worked so maybe you'd cheated.

Damn. Dean kind of super fucking appreciates you making this kid take the day off because Kevin suddenly reminds him of the kid they first picked up all that time ago. The innocent kid from advanced placement before heaven and hell were after him. 

Although with his track record Dean should have known that the fun was never going to last.

He's never really heard something as loud as your scream and he's heard angels talk. He knows that might be a slight exaggeration, but it is goddam frightening when you're screaming so loud about finding Crowley.

Somehow, it's even worse when you leave quietly.

He takes you back to your car because he's not a dick. If you want to leave he's not going to try and stop you. Doing the sensitive thing is Sam's gig.

He's just glad when you stop crying on the journey because crying chicks are definitely not his rodeo. Not unless he's saving them anyway.

And despite your freak out, you don't seem like you need saving.

He's horrified when he sees what you consider a car. It's one of those things that's more computer than engine and you try to sell him on the heated seats. Of course, he can't show you that he's actually intrigued by that, not with Baby right there. His hand rests on her hood while he watches you get in your truck and spend a moment appreciating it before you come back. 

He doesn’t understand what there is to appreciate but he doesn’t say anything more about it. 

He makes you leave with his number and a promise to check-in, not before you insist he checks in with you.

Maybe he can manage that.

The first time you text

He's sitting in the car after having watched Cas go into his date when his phone goes off.

Breaking News. Bieber has been arrested. How are the pretty boys of America dealing with this crisis?

Dean can't help but smile at the screen. He hasn't heard from you since he drove away leaving you with your transformer truck and this is the first thing you text him?

No comment. And you've gotta keep my membership a secret.

He throws his phone down on the seat next to him and drives off hearing it buzz while he's on the road. He's smirking at the sound when the Sheriff calls and he changes direction to head to the station instead.

It's not until Cas is sliding out of the passenger seat the next morning, after his adventures in babysitting and Dean's own continuing adventures in angel killing, that he looks at the message you'd sent back the previous night.

A secret? Oh, you poor pretty dummy. It's true what they say, brains or brawn. Can't have it all.

Dean doesn't type back and instead opts to drive back to the bunker first. When he gets there Sam is, as ever, reading something that looks like the most boring book they own. And they have a whole library of boring.

He snaps a picture of Sam and sends it back with a caption.

This is what brains look like in its natural habitat. There's no case, he is choosing to do this for fun.

He sits down opposite Sam waiting for the reply, which only takes a minute.

What a nerd. I'll take a pretty face any day of the week.

He only realizes how much he's grinning when he hears Sam's voice, "what are you so happy about? How did it go with Cas?"

The first time he doesn't tell you something

He doesn't like watching Crowley walk up the stairs and out of sight. It makes his shoulders tense and his fingers twitch like they're missing a weapon. Too many times has he fallen into a pattern of working with Crowley and usually the outcome is the same, bad. But really what the hell is he supposed to do? He needs to find Sam and the angel currently taking his brother for a joy ride. He needs to focus on the person he can still save.

His brain is about to dwell on Kevin again when his phone vibrates in his pocket, like an electric shock, and your name flashes on the screen.

When he opens it there's a picture. You're holding your phone up for a selfie that encompasses your face and the table in front of you. Your free hand is lifting a fry from the plate of chili fries below, but it's still attached by stringy cheese and blobs of meat while your face is frozen in some over the top look of pleasure. Eyes rolling in the back of your head and tongue hanging out of your mouth. Underneath is a caption.

Better than sex.

He really tried to resist but the corners of his lips curl upwards for the briefest of seconds. It's a momentary reminder that everything isn't fire and brimstone and dick angels. But it's also a reminder he doesn't deserve. He slips his phone back into his pocket without replying and flushes that small spark of joy from his system.

The one thing he's grateful for is neither of you talks about the deep shit because he doesn't think he can bear to tell another person about Kevin. Even the idea of telling you, who only knew him for all of a few days, is too much anguish for Dean to consider. He buries that shit. He tells himself it's not something you do over text anyway and he can't call you from a CIA outpost either.

Then when Crowley returns with news of Baby he's back behind the wheel of the pimpmobile. He's got a brother to save and a mission.

The first time you don't text back

Dean is consumed by a lot of things. Guilt is probably the main one but, in fairness, he has a lot to feel guilty about. Anger is another. Before the mark, he could focus his anger, use it to sharpen his senses, make him a better hunter but now? With the mark slowly draining the things that make him Dean it's only the anger that remains. An unrestricted fury that swallows him whole sometimes.

Since he touched the first blade though, since he took a life with it, something else lights him up like the sky on 4th July. Need. Hunger. To hold the blade again and never let go. To kill with it. 

It's getting harder to fight the more he tries to. Every minute that passes he can feel the power surge up his arm like he's still holding it.

So, it's a relief to be distracted. He's mostly been distracting himself with his faithful friend, drink. She's comforting and safe and takes the edge off, if only temporarily.

The last few days there's been another, not necessarily good distraction, that he's been clinging to so tightly he's becoming stalker level obsessive but screw it, he's worried.

Sometimes you've made him wait a day for a reply, he assumes you're on a hunt, but it's been three days now with nothing. He's tried starting one of your casual arguments or sending you a joke about Sam being too tall to tie his own shoes, but nothing. Radio silence.

The concern is enough for him to break down and finally send you a message that straight up tells you he's worried.

Not heard from you in a few days, check-in at some point, ok?

He'd hoped it would be enough to force a reply if you knew he was serious. But he finds himself swirling his scotch in one hand and thumbing through his unanswered message history in the other. Which is looking one-sided and excessive on his part.

Then Crowley shows up. Dean barely resists punching the demon in the face and he only manages that since the bottom feeder has the blade and that's the only way to kill Abaddon. Dean does allow himself a huff and eye roll combo though, "you're like a bad case of the clap, every time I think you're gone you pop up again."

"Always the charmer." Is all the king of hell replies as Dean escapes to the pool table.

What follows is a few hours of annoyance. Trying to ignore the demon who is so intent on not being ignored, until finally Dean is saving Crowley from a low-level wannabe bad guy and burying all thoughts of you in favor of the thing he really needs to do. Kill Abaddon.

He guesses putting aside his worry is just one more thing to feel guilty about.

The second time you almost die on him

He hadn't realized how bothered he was about not hearing from you, now for four weeks and six days, until he's leaving the penthouse where he's just killed carrot top.

There's a lot of things he's repressed. It's a damn hobby of his. Dean Winchester hasn't had a good day if he hasn't swallowed a complicated emotion and washed it down with a whiskey chaser. Some come back to haunt him, some stay where he keeps them, mostly.

Not often do they come back as quickly as his concern for you.

He swears he tried to sleep when they got back to the bunker, but it was pointless. He had a case to work, the case just happened to be you.

One plus side of the mark of Cain? Better than any caffeine buzz when he needed to be focused. It's just that increasingly the focus becomes violent or murder-y.  

He checks the GPS on your car but it's static at some motel in Columbus. The address gets written down anyway, just in case, but if something happened to you he doubts they took you in your own truck. Then he checks in with a few hunters that he figures might be mutual acquaintances and the ones that are haven't heard from you either. It's when Sam wanders in that he tracks your phone and sees it hasn't had a ping in over a month.

Or about four weeks and six days, give or take.

It's a few miles from the motel your ridiculous red truck is sitting at and it's as good a place as any to start.

He's only half-aware he's been having a conversation with Sam the whole time.

Dean can feel the tension in his body as he drives, accompanied by that heavy, sickly feeling of anticipation he gets when he's on a hunt. The one that sits in his gut when he's trying to save someone.

Who knows, maybe you're fine. Maybe you've shacked up with a Townie and you've spent the last four weeks living carefree.

He knows that's not what's happened.

From the outside, the building looks like a piss poor version of every bad guy's lair ever. It's a few miles out of town against a lonely highway and looks about ten minutes away from crumbling under its own weight.

Sam tries to suggest scoping out the place before going in hot, but Dean shakes his head to end that train of thought before it starts. He doesn't care what's in there. With the blade tucked in the back of his jeans, he feels invincible but it's more than that. It's the familiar anger emanating from the mark. The vengeful fury that he can't control when his emotions are already running so high.

After all, he's already wasted four weeks and six days, give or take.

They kick down the main doors together, guns raised, but only his door splinters away from its hinges. His boots pound the concrete and he's ready for a fight, he needs a fight.

Except there are only two other people in the room. There's a woman standing over a table with something sharp in her hand and there's this other person. Chained to said table and as he gets closer, shouting for the stranger to get back, he sees the prisoners face.

Your face.

He's about to shoot the woman standing a few feet in front of him, with utter boredom on her face, but she flashes black eyes. It'd be easy to say that he's doing it for you, that shooting isn't good enough for this bitch who's been keeping you here. But as his fingers wrap around the hilt of the first blade forging a connection between the mark and the blade and his unfettered bloodlust, it's not about anything except the pure joy that he gets as he drives it into her chest.

Her death flashes in his eyes as he stands steadfast, watching the demon become nothing but an empty, dead shell. 

It's the voice he hasn't heard in months that pulls him back from the murderous haze. A quiet and broken whisper and then sobs. He turns his whole body in the direction of those sounds and takes in the sight of you. Mangled and bleeding. Some parts of you so bruised that he can't imagine what was done to cause it. The blade slips from his hand like he's scared the sight of it is going to frighten you.

The same hand that had held it, the same hand that had killed this Demon, curls into the ends of your hair while you cry. He wants to hold you, but he doesn't want to break you any more than you already are so this is all he can think to do. Shushing noises and his fingers tangled in the knots on your head.

This time he's not so sure you're going to be ok.

The first time he doesn't text you back

He sent the message before he summoned Crowley. It does nothing to ease how shitty he feels about this to you.

He can feel his phone buzzing continuously in his back pocket, you must be calling, when Crowley arrives with a complaint on his lips. 

All throughout the conversation, while Crowley spouts out his knowledge of the mark, that it's controlling him now and he'll die if he doesn't kill, the image of you bloody and broken is in the back of his head.

"And you're gonna help me."

Crowley actually looks interested, "and why am I going to do that?"

"Because I haven't killed you yet for what you did to her."

Crowley isn't stupid enough to laugh in Deans's face like he normally would, but he doesn't hold back the bite in his retort. "Oh squirrel. So sensitive still. Y/N got what was coming to her. Besides, what's to stop you killing me once you've got the blade and a full dose from the mark?"

Dean lets out a sigh. He's fighting the part of him that's still telling him not to do this.

"Because I want to gut Metatron more than I want you dead."

Crowley smiles. After a brief reprieve, Dean’s phone starts buzzing again. He takes it out only to turn it off before he nods and escapes with Crowley in tow.

The first time you don't say goodbye

He hasn't left his room since Cas left. He's been clawing at the inside of his head trying to piece things together but it's all half stories and half actual memories. And somehow karaoke remains.

So, Dean does what he does best. His reflex. He goes to grab a beer.

"Hunting felt like the thing I'd always been missing but my sister was going to have a career and kids and everything she ever wanted. I was going to make sure of it."

Your voice is quiet but not so quiet that it doesn't fill the library, the room acting like a huge echo chamber. He stops dead. Neither Cas or Sam had mentioned you were here but hearing your voice brings back bits and pieces. Enough that he can still remember what your neck felt like in his hand and the look in your eyes as you passed out after he'd smashed your head into a wall.

He stands there listening to you pour your heart out to Sam. You sister had been one of Azazel's, you'd burned them all and you couldn't find a way to bring your sister back.

Something flashes in his head. What you'd cried out in that warehouse. He'd never thought to ask you about it before they'd left you at that hospital but now it makes sense. Your sister had been a demon, a demon who tortured you, and he'd killed her.

Dean wants to jump out of the shadow he's hiding in when you blame yourself again. He doesn't. He's stopped in place when you say his name. Apparently, he knows something. What did he know?  

He's trying to remember when he hears Sam.

"So, you're not even going to say goodbye to him? You're just going to run away?"

A lump forms in Dean's throat. You were leaving because of something he knew but he couldn't remember. Maybe he could stop you.

He doesn't.

Because the thing he does know is that you deserve a chance to get away and go back to your old life. Hunting monsters without the big bad and without him. Dean's life has too many complications and you deserve to get out of that.

He nearly killed you and he nearly killed his brother. Sam wouldn't give up that easy but you? He could let you go.

The first time you come back

The rain is battering the outside of the bunker but it's quiet inside. Sam is gone and Dean is buried in a book looking for a thread of hope and finding none.

It's been quiet in the bunker for days. Since Charlie. Since what he did to Charlie.

But rain isn't loud enough to hide the pounding on the door, or the voice he hears as he's climbing the stairs.

"Strippergram, open up!"

He almost falters, almost trips over his own feet but somehow, he rights himself. His heart beating faster than necessary and his palms a little sweaty for his liking.

You're alive and, more than that, you're here.

As soon as he sees you it's like you haven't spent two months off the map. You're soaked, your clothes cling to every curve of your body in the rain, making you look fucking beautiful. Even if your loose hair is stuck to your forehead and you shiver in the cold.

For a while, it's like none of it happened. Him becoming a demon and running off with Crowley. You leaving without a goodbye. All erased while you stand there being idiots and trading jokes. For a few minutes even, the things he's done because of the mark get cast into the back of his mind.

Then you limp.

He's in the middle of explaining why 'Pour Some Sugar on Me' is one of the top three stripper songs of all time when his words stop. You're leaning on your right leg, right arm on the banister with an iron grip and you're dragging your left leg the rest of the way, down each step. While you don't seem to be about to immediately drop dead he's still concerned.

Of course, he had no idea what kind of injury you were going to admit to.

He shouldn't laugh. You got shot. But worrying takes a backseat when you tell him where you got shot. He's even grinning to himself as he gets the supplies needed to patch you up.

It's only when he opens the door to find you casually lying on the bed, ass up, that he doesn't find it so funny anymore. In fact, he tells you as much when you decide to slap your good ass cheek and make another joke.

He has to bite back a groan watching that.

He sinks into a comfortable position once he's concentrating on getting the bullet out of you. Then he can focus on the task in front of him and forget about your shapely, bare legs that look endless from this angle. It's not your ass he's touching with careful grazes and patient fingers, it's just a wound that he's fixing. Doesn't matter where it is.

That works fine until he puts a fresh bandage on and you immediately start trying to roll off the bed in your half-naked state.

He doesn't need to be told twice when you tell him to leave. He's just grateful that he manages to do it, honestly, he wouldn’t have been surprised if he'd been unable to move because of the situation in his pants. 

Thankfully you take a while to catch up with him, now in clean and dry clothes. And for some reason, he remembers what you said to Sam, not him, the day you left. About that always being your room and there's a warmth in his chest that you were actually telling the truth. You left clothes there, in your room.

His smile only gets wider when you ask about Sam. You've been here as long as you have and not noticed Sam is missing. He tells himself that it doesn’t mean anything but, what if it did?

He hadn't even thought about going back to his room and trying to read more lore. It hadn't crossed his mind once. Instead, he'd venomously defended his TV choices and made you a grilled cheese so that you could both drink the hard stuff. He wasn't sure when you last ate.

It's when you've both finally agreed to watch an old movie, although he doesn't remember which one, that you start drifting. He watches it out the corner of his eyes.

Your eyelids start getting too heavy for you to keep them open although you desperately try. You curl onto your side to get more comfortable and stretch your legs out before you realize your feet land in his lap and you quickly retract them. Not that he'd mind but he's past the point of using words as he watches you like a nature documentary.

Finally, when your eyes close this big, deep breath falls out of you and it seems to take away the last of your resistance because then your chest starts that gentle up and down of sleep. It only takes a few minutes before he decides to put you in bed since you start fidgeting for not having enough space and it bugs him.

That's definitely the reason he scoops you into his arms as gently as possible and takes his time slowly carrying you to your room.

Although when he gets you there it presents another problem. You keep trying to roll onto your back, which causes you to disturb your bullet wound, which makes you whimper and almost wake up. So, he stands there for a few minutes nudging you back onto your front, not because the noise you make when you almost wake up is the most helpless thing he's ever heard, but because you probably need your sleep.

It's how he ends up sitting in the chair and watching you. Not in a creepy sparkly vampire way but to make sure you don't rollover.

When you finally seem settled, by the fact that you're now sprawled out on your stomach making happy mumble sounds into your pillow, his own eyes get too heavy to keep open.

He definitely didn't wait till you were comfortable before he lets himself fall asleep. He wasn't tired until now is all. 

The first time you wake him up

He doesn't know what time it is or how long he was out but he does know that your hand is on his shoulder when he wakes up.

Dean cracks his eyes open and looks up at you, noticing how you smile when you call him 'dummy' and the way your eyes seem to sparkle when you mention pancakes. The happiness is so obvious that it's all he can manage to repeat it back, to make sure he was hearing you properly.

"Pancakes?"

You tell him to lie down and that's when he notices the ache in his back from sleeping propped up in this chair. He doesn't have time to tell you that you were right about it though because you wander off, presumably for the love of pancakes.

He stands up and stretches. It takes care of his back enough that he doesn't feel the need to lie down like he was told to and, with the promise of breakfast, he's done with sleep now. He notices the practically empty whiskey bottle as he slowly trudges his way to the kitchen and groans to himself.

Then he hears Sam in the kitchen. Dean hadn't realized he was back but he sure as shit could hear him talking to you. Sam was telling you about the mark, how it had gotten worse and Dean didn't need to see your face to hear the concern in your voice.

It's too early for him to control the anger in his veins as he asks to speak to Sam privately.

"Dean, what the hell? I can't get you out of your room, but Y/N shows up and you're watching TV and hanging out?" If Dean didn't know any better he'd think his little brother was jealous.

"What are you doing telling her how bad I've been?"

Sam's eyes appear to bug out of his head momentarily, "what like it's a secret now? She knows you have the mark, what's the problem telling her that you've been struggling? You have!"

Dean runs a hand down his face but it doesn't stop the words tumbling out, "because I don't want her to be afraid of me."

He doesn't know why but Sam stares dumbly like he's trying to work something out and in true annoying little brother fashion he steamrolls ahead with his assumptions once they are made. "If you feel like that about her why don't you… I mean I'd be ok with you asking her to stay, especially if it helps."

Dean feels warm on the back of his neck, but he furiously ignores it, "I don't know what you're talking about Sammy."

"What you mean the fact that last night was the first time in forever that you've slept more than an hour or hung out without some lore? Dude why don't you just ask her, as a friend even?"

This time his fist clenches and he struggles to release it. His voice is louder and more frustrated than he intended, "would you shut up I'm not asking."

Sam is doing his dumb puppy dog eyes now in an attempt to be convincing and understanding all at once, "But what if it makes a difference Dean. I mean she clearly-"

Dean pushes his index finger into Sam's chest, cutting him off with a glare, "You keep your mouth shut."

He has to walk away after that and not just because he can feel the pink on his ears. It's probably anger anyway, at Sam for butting in.

And then he trudges into the kitchen and you're flipping pancakes with a little sway in your hips as you do like there's a song in your head that he can't hear.

It's not weird that he wants to know what the song is.

The first time he fights with you

You somehow sneak into the room without him noticing. Maybe it's the fact that he's retreated back into his favorite new hobby, looking up mark lore, or maybe you're just sneaky.

When you ask about that text message he wishes he had more time. Even though he's been expecting this question since he sent it. There were so many things he's sorry for. He's sorry for calling Crowley in the first place, he's sorry for getting himself killed by Metatron, and turned into a demon. He's really fucking sorry about what he did as a demon but mostly he's sorry for what happened to you in the first place. He goes with his practiced answer though.

"That was when I started working with Crowley. He had the first blade and it was the only way I could kill Metatron. But after what he did to you, I thought…"

"You thought you owed me an apology for trying to save the world?"

How were you so understanding about this? He saw what had been done to you, or at least the after effects, the rest he can only imagine. And yet you were so quick to forgive him that he wonders if you were even mad at him for his adventures with the king of hell.

Then you have to go and ask about his argument with Sam at breakfast.

You keep asking and asking, a question for every answer that comes out of his mouth. And he jumps away from you because you're too close, but you follow him anyway. 

He doesn't want to talk about it, if he was going to ask you to stay he wants it to be different. He doesn't want it to be because of the mark or his screwed-up life.

Except translating those emotions to the mark is something different entirely. All it knows is that he's getting agitated, which leads to violence, which leads to the resentments he buried down deep about you leaving flying from his mouth before he can stop them.

He knows he's already too far gone but it's so easy to push your buttons, you haven't seen him at his worst, so you don't know what he's capable of, so you fight back. You argue. You challenge him until he says it.

"No worries honey. I didn't cry myself to sleep or anything. With your track record, I think I dodged a bullet."

When you answer him with, "go fuck yourself, Dean," he wants to stop. He wants to pull back and apologize. Just the way you say his name is enough to make his chest constrict.

But that's not what the mark wants. The mark wants him to have the last word, so he follows you as you leave.

He should have just let you go.

Sam shows up at the worst possible time and you tell him that you’re staying. Dean knows it's only to spite him for everything he's said but in some twisted way he's got exactly what he wanted. He can calm down now, right?

"LIKE HELL ARE YOU STAYING, I WANT YOU OUT!"

He roars it against her own battle cry but both of you end the same way. Trying to stare at each other until one of you spontaneously combusts.

Neither of you do.

Dean has no idea how but eventually he tears himself away. He shoots daggers at you one more time before he retreats to his room, and with a slam of the door, he hears you do the same.

So much for that.

The second time he goes through puberty

He's sitting on a bus. A goddamn bus.

He had to leave Tina there alone and he is sitting on a bus. In a hoodie. Looking like Bieber.

Dean really didn't want to play into the teenage stereotype, but this seemed totally unfair.

He's about ten minutes into the journey when he closes his eyes. Just for a minute. He hasn't slept in what feels like days and the rumble of the bloated bus engine lulls him to sleep.

It's been a while since Dean had a dream, in fact, he hasn't since well before he got the mark. Maybe not being able to dream another side effect nobody writes in the lore books.

But he's in his teenage body now so with no mark it's Dreamtown USA, population Dean Winchester.

At first, the weirdest thing about the dream is that he's an adult, like he had been a few hours ago. It's simple enough. He's in the bunker, cleaning his gun except he's butt naked. Feet crossed on the table while he leans back in his chair but naked. And he thinks it's hilarious, he's laughing and making a plan to get Sam to sit in his chair for dinner. This goes on for a while until the bunker door opens and closes and he looks up to see you there. Dressed like a pizza delivery girl. But in roller-skates that you somehow use to get down the stairs without breaking your neck.

Dream Dean seems to have no issues with the fact that he's naked, or that the pizza delivery girl, you, let yourself in. He's mainly concerned about the pizza.

"Delivery for Mr. Dick Hertz," your voice is a sultry tone as if you're trying to be a porn star. He laughs at the name thinking his joke hilarious, but your mouth falls open in shock when you realize what you just said. "Oh no, is it true? Does your dick… hurt?"

You're moving towards him now like you're floating, although, it's probably the skates, and you toss the pizza box to the table carelessly. As you reach him the baseball cap on your head is thrown away too and your hair falls around your face in bouncy pornstar curls. "Because if it does hurt, I'm sure I can help with that."

Dean sits forward now, the front legs of his chair slamming against the floor and he sits up straight. His hands reach out for you and pull you forward so you're straddling him on the chair, while he's still naked. "I'm sure you can, sweetheart," he says smiling up at you as his fingers skin the hem of your tee, dragging it up your body. You bend your arms and duck your head letting him throw the offending item over his shoulder, leaving you topless because, of course, you're not wearing a bra.

He grins as he leans himself forward, pressing his lips to the skin of your chest, while you giggle. It's only a moment later that you push him back and lean into his face, your lips so close to his he can almost taste them.

"If I'm going to help you, I'm going to need to finish getting out of these clothes first," you whisper before you close the gap, crashing your mouth into his.

"Hey kid, wake up!"

Dean sits up abruptly. A teenager again, on a bus, in a hoodie. He blinks to adjust his eyes to the light when he sees some old guy shouting at him, "the driver said this is your stop kid."

It's only as he stands up that he feels something wet. It's a strange experience because it's a feeling he remembers only consciously having twice before in his life. And both times he was, shockingly, a teenager.

"You've got to be freaking kidding me."

The first time he kisses you

Dean is enjoying the ride home like any other time he's been kept apart from Baby. His full focus is on how she's driving and if that's a smudge on her hood or an actual dent.

He's so engrossed with the sound of her engine that he doesn't really listen to Sam much. Dean will tell him later and Sam will get annoyed, but Dean knows he'll repeat all of it anyway.

Or at least he wasn't listening until Sam said it.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I spoke to Y/N this morning and told her we're on our way back. She asked about us grabbing some dinner because, and I quote, 'she's not our maid'."

"What?" Dean asked suddenly very interested in every word his brother said.

"Well ok there was more than that, she went on about if we wanted a maid then we'd need to find a non-kinky one online, but I don't remember the whole thing word for word."

He can't believe his brother is as smart as he is and thinks the part that Dean wanted repeating was the maid thing. "Wait, so you're saying she's still at the bunker?"

Sam seems to catch on because he twists in his seat to look at Dean better with a smirk on his dumb face, "yes Dean, I'm saying she's still there. Like she said she would be."

Baby was used to sudden increases in speed but even this one made her jolt a little as Dean's foot hits the floor.

"Dean, what the hell? Is this about your, ahem, dream?"

He already regrets telling Sam about that but when he'd had to rush to the bathroom after arriving at the motel, Sam had forced the information out of him.

"Shut up Sammy," was Dean's eloquent response when, in fact, it was about the dream.

He'd been so sure that you would have left. After the fight, the way you'd both screamed at each other, more importantly, the things he'd said. You'd left before for a lot less. So, yeah, he'd been sure. He'd been expecting to come home to an empty bunker if he was lucky a note that didn't directly blame him even if it was his fault.

But you were still there. You'd stayed. He had no idea why you'd stayed but you had, and he wanted to be there ten minutes ago already, but Baby can only go so fast.

Denial was getting harder to maintain with the way he needed to be there already, the way his heart thumped in his chest or the fucking butterflies in his stomach. A man with the mark of Cain on his arm shouldn't be feeling butterflies in his gut, but here Dean is anyway. Maybe he wasn't ready to put words onto his feelings but fuck, if all he wanted to do was kiss you.

Sam wisely doesn't interrupt his daydreams for the rest of the way, he doesn't even mention that they haven't stopped for food.

When the bunker is in sight you're outside and Dean still doesn't believe it. 

You’re really there. You really stayed. 

You're in this outfit, God help him, it's cut-off jeans and t-shirt that is sticking to your skin on account of you cleaning your truck. He pulls up and throws Baby into park—he'll apologize for being so rough with her later—and as he slams the door you're offering to clean Baby later to make amends for raiding his car supplies.

Surely you couldn't have been this perfect the whole goddamn time.

Well, not perfect, considering your choice of wheels. 

He's by your side before you really finish the question. He's close enough that you have to stand up to full height and he can't help taking a second to look at you. Your hair is pulled onto the top of your head and there's a smudge of something on your cheek, your eyes are wide with oblivious innocence right until the last second before he kisses you.

In his dumb teenage dream, kissing you made him jizz in his pants, but this is even better. This is real. Plus he manages to control himself.

Your lips are full and soft and frozen for a split second until he runs his tongue over them. You taste like syrup and coffee and your mouth is warmer than his somehow. When you kiss him back his thumb rubs encouraging circles over your cheek, not that you need encouraging because you kiss him fiercely. You kiss him like you argue, with your entire soul.

When you can't breathe anymore, and you pull back, he tells you you're staying. And when you try to start a lecture, which he knows will be about not telling you what to do, he kisses you again.

Only partly to shut you up, mostly because once he's started he doesn't know how to stop.

[new-blog-new-things-blog]

Are you kidding me?! Part 5.

Bucky x Reader

Word count: 2269 Warnings: Swearing? Slow burn af

I woke up just after 5 the next day, deciding to grab a quick shower and actually make an effort today. I don’t know why but I have a feeling today is going to be a good one, putting me instantly in a good mood. Spending extra time on my hair and make-up I look relatively female today, so I decide to dress female as well. Looking through my closet I find my favourite black skater skirt, dark blue off the shoulder top and blue high-top converse. Looking at myself in the mirror I can’t help but feel like something is missing from this outfit. Ah I know, I rummage through my draws trying to remember where I put my black beanie hat yesterday, I find it in my draws and smile.

“J.A.R.V.I.S is anyone else about yet?”

I can barely contain the excited-ness in my voice as I wonder what time we are going to get started today.

“All others are still in their own rooms Miss L/N.”

I look over at the clock, I suppose it is only 6.15am. My stomach starts to rumble, breakfast it is then.

“Okay thanks J.A.R.V.I.S, can you direct me to the kitchen please?”

I follow the lights and head down to the kitchen to make something for breakfast. As I start looking through the cupboards trying to think what I fancy when I suddenly think I should probably make breakfast for everyone. I ask J.A.R.V.I.S what time everyone normally has breakfast, which apparently it’s between half 7 and 8am. Okay looks like I have time to make something up. I decide on a full breakfast considering this kitchen is full to the brim with food.

“J.A.R.V.I.S is it okay to play music in here whilst I cook?”

“Of course Miss, what song would you like on?”

J.A.R.V.I.S replied.

“Can you put on a musicals playlist if you have one please?”

I have always adored musicals, something about bursting into song to describe how you are feeling rather than having to talk just seems perfect to me. Without saying anything El Tango De Roxanne from Moulin Rouge starts playing, I start to sing along as I start cooking enough food for a small army.

Half way through frying up some mushrooms one of my favourite songs come on and I can’t help myself from singing into the spatula, shaking my hips along to the sound of the opening number of Chicago. I am so totally engrossed in the song I don’t realise someone else entering the kitchen, catching me dancing around. As I spin around I catch the sight of Bucky standing in the kitchen doorway watching me, I immediately stop singing, completely embarrassed that I had been caught.

“I am making breakfast, I didn’t mean to wake anyone up or disturb anyone, I just thought it might be nice for everyone you know…” I know I am babbling but I just can’t seem to stop, it has always been that way when I get nervous I babble or I start laughing. Trying and failing to hide a smile Bucky shrugs, making him look younger.

“You didn’t wake me up I’ve been awake for an hour.”

“Oh okay, I’ll just get back to it, I’m nearly done anyway. J.A.R.V.I.S can you let everyone know breakfast will be ready in 10 minutes please?” Turning to avoid Bucky’s gaze I turn the oven down, grab plates and make my way to the table to set it. Bucky is standing in the middle of the room looking relatively awkward, he looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t.

“Do you need any help?”

Bucky said so softly I almost didn’t hear him, turning to look at him I find he is looking at the floor playing with his fingers. I tilt my head and look at him taking in his appearance, he was heart-stoppingly handsome but seeing him right now he looked so tired and I wondered if he was okay, like really okay. I must have been staring because he looked up so we were facing each other and repeated his question.

“Oh sorry no its okay, take a seat ill make some coffee.”

I nearly ran back to kitchen to get away from him, he was far too intense for me to deal with this morning. A pot of coffee in one hand and a pot of tea in the other I made my way back to the table to see others have joined, I put the pots on the table rushing now I had people to feed. By the time I had nearly finished putting all the food out everyone has made their way to the table, putting a plate of sausages and a plate of hash browns down I smiled.

“Hi guys I hope you are hungry, I thought since everyone is training today I would make breakfast.”

I fiddled with the hem of my top, hoping my cooking was up to scratch and taking a seat next to Steve. A chorus of ‘thank you’s’ and ‘its perfects’ sound from around the table.

Breakfast went off without a hitch and Tony let everyone know that we started training at 10am in the computer lab. Since I had sprung breakfast on most of them they left to get changed or to go have a shower, not before warning me not to do the washing up as I had singlehandedly cooked for all of them. I agreed but still cleared everything away and set in neat piles so whoever got stuck with doing had an easier time. As I left the kitchen I almost ran into Bucky, he was pacing near enough in front of the kitchen door.

“Bucky are you okay? Do you need anything?”

I swear to god he looked like I had just caught him doing something embarrassing, without thinking I put my hand on his arm. Bucky didn’t take his eyes off where my hand was, oh god had I over stepped already? I can feel nervous laughter bubbling up, stupid tick this was seriously not the time. A small laugh seems to bring Bucky back out of his head, shaking his head and scratching the back of his neck.

“Sorry, I just came to say thank you for breakfast. I will see you at training.”

With that he spins and walks out of the room, taking the biggest strides I have ever seen, damn does he look good walking away. Stop looking. Why is everyone here so attractive? It’s not fair on me at all. 

I kept myself busy until it was time for training, J.A.R.V.I.S again directed me to the computer lab which was fucking huge! I mean like something you would see in a movie scene, now I wish I had played more attention in class. Wouldn’t say I’m useless at computers but I wouldn’t know how to hack something but I know how to set up WiFi and stuff, which to everyone else would probably mean I am useless at computers.

Looking around the room it seems that Sam, Steve and Bucky were the only ones that hadn’t arrived yet.

“Hey kid we're just waiting on a few more and we will get started, myself and Bruce will be the ones teaching all the tech stuff as you will see later we are the best.”

Tony gestured between their computers as I walked over to them and stood behind them, watching with no clue on what they were typing. Bruce leaned away looking kind of wary of me as I peeked at his screen.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to look over your shoulder that was rude of me.”

I mumbled and stepped back, playing with my fingers and trying to find something else to look at.

“Don’t mind Bruce he just gets nervous around beautiful women.”

Tony winked at Bruce then nudged me, I had to try to keep the laugh from my lips as Bruce started to babble at me.

“No I was just moving so you could see, not that your not- I mean that’s not why I- Tony why are you like this?”

For a moment I contemplated playing along with Tony but the door opened and the three boys walked in.

“Saved by the bell Bruce, if it helps you’re not bad to look at either.”

I winked at him and walked over to Sam not looking back at them but hearing Tony laugh and Bruce mumbling something. I bump my shoulder against Sam and poke Bucky’s stomach as I pass him before standing next to Steve, who looks at Bucky wearily.

“Sorry have I overstepped or something?”

Maybe Steve and Bucky weren’t as open to new people as Sam is. I get it I guess, it’s just they seemed fine earlier with me.

“No, it’s fine, were fine, I'm fine.”

Bucky was the one to nervously reply to me, but avoided eye contact.

“Say fine one more time Bucky and I will believe you.”

I replied, smiling trying to ease the tension I could feel here.

“Fine.”

He finally met my eyes and I could see mischief dancing in them, a smile pulling at the corners his mouth.

“Fine.”

I mimicked, looking away towards the rest of the group, who looked ready to start. Tony called over the four of us, he gestured for me to sit down at a desk in front of the line of computers as everyone else sat down.

“Okay so J.A.R.V.I.S has put together a two tests for us today. The first is to hack through a couple of file and systems, second is to see how good you are at covering your tracks. Me and Bruce are not biased as we don’t what J.A.R.V.I.S has come up with. Okay were ready when you are J.A.R.V.I.S.”

After Stark sat down, he cracked his knuckles.

“Sir I am going to give everyone exactly 1 minute to sort out bests.”

As soon as J.A.R.V.I.S finished talking all bets were placed, no one bet for 1st and 2nd place because they knew that was going to be Bruce and Tony. Most bets were on Natasha or Sam, even some just betting Thor would come last. Tony asked me who I was betting for and I thought for a second.

“Bucky.”

Silence and a very confused look from Bucky.

“Why?”

“Isn’t he like a super soldier who used to do all this crap before?”

“Hmm you’re a clever girl фазовращатель but you still should have bet on me.”

Natasha’s smooth voice responded, she looked like she was about to devour me whole.

“Wait can I swap my answer, she is scarier than Bucky.”

I shoot back at her, hopefully looking more confident then I felt.

“No you can’t.”

A sly smile formed on her beautiful face, god she could probably get anyone to do anything for her, so I looked towards the metal armed man again. “Well it looks like you are stuck with me, don’t let me down soldier.”

Almost the same smile Natasha had given me appeared on Bucky’s face, Jesus he could probably could topple buildings with that face. J.A.R.V.I.S started counting down from 5 and games faces appeared across the board. On J.A.R.V.I.S’ command they all started, rapid mouse movement and loud key strokes. It was so tense, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Tony finished first with Bruce following closely behind him, they both made their way over to me and sat down. About 8 minutes later Natasha stood up, yawned and turned around.

“Suck it Barnes. Looks like you misplaced your faith фазовращатель”

Natasha looked slightly confused when Bucky lent back on his chair giving her a smug smile, also standing and walking towards me. “Oh sorry Nat, were we meant to stand up and make a big deal out of it when we finished? Damn I’m 4 minutes late celebrating then.” “Bullshit Barnes! J.A.R.V.I.S what was his time?”

Natasha barked, unbelieving of Bucky’s revelation.

“Mr Barnes finished 4 minutes ago.”

Honestly I didn’t think he could look any smugger but arrogance almost rolled off him, it was kind of attractive. Okay who was I kidding it was so fucking hot. I have always had a thing for powerful men and at this moment Bucky basically dominated this room.

I was brought out of my thoughts when Bucky sat down in the seat beside me, hand resting over the back of my chair. After a while everyone finished the task, Thor indeed coming last. Tony suggested a quick break before starting the next challenge.

“Guess you didn’t misplace your faith after all кукла.”

I shift in my seat. This is ridiculous, he is ridiculous. I need to get myself together already, I peek at him out of the corner of my eye but he is already looking at me, wicked gleam in his eye.

“I don’t know what that last word means, but it looks like that doesn’t it. Excuse me for a second.”

I stood before he could distract me further, making my way over to Natasha who smiled at me as I made my way over to her.

“What was the word you kept calling me earlier?”

She lent against the table in front of us.

“фазовращатель it means shifter in Russian.”

She explained it like I would know Russian, I wonder if that’s the language Bucky was talking in too. I decide to ask.

“What does kukla mean? Is it Russian? Bucky called me it earlier and I need to know if I need to smack him or not”

Nat raised an eyebrow at me, then looked over to Bucky.

“Yes it is Russian, кукла, it mean doll.”

Oh.

Part 4                                                                                 Part 6

[ehall34]

Computer Log: Mr Handy

By: Erika Hall

This is a short story I wrote. It is based off of the fallout games

October 31, 2276

My name is Mr. Handy. I am a robotic

butler for the Johnson family. They have

been a wonderful family to serve.

Unfortunately I do not know where they

are. Ever since the nuclear war my

family has not come back. That happened

on October 31st, 2076. According to my

memory core, they went to a bomb shelter

to survive the blast. The fallout came

and went and the family has not showed

up yet. I search for them every day, but

in my travels all I encounter are wild

animals. I also see fellow Mr. Handies

who are looking for their masters as

well. Once night falls, I begin the journey back to the house. Throughout

the night I continue my duties and clean

the house. There is so much filth! Dust,

rust, spider webs, and plants. Dust

covers the furniture, floors, and

counters. Once I clean it, it comes back

the next day. Rust has begun to inch its

way onto every piece of metal in the

house. I am not sure why? The family I

think has been gone for a week so there

should not be rust in the house! I

cannot be 100% certain since the blast

from the nuclear fallout damaged a part

of my circuity that gives me sense of

time. Spider webs are not as much of a

problem, I can burn those away with my

flamethrower. The major infestations are

the plants that are invading the house.

I try to burn those as well, but they

always come back.

November 31, 2296

Sunrises are still beautiful here in

Concord, Massachusetts. Every time it

has a hint of red and orange that helps

brighten the sky. It is a pleasant sight

to see when I leave the house every

morning to search for the Johnson family

in Boston. Today I am moving on to a

different district of Boston, the

financial district. The roads are full

to the brim with cars and trucks. I hope

their owners come and move those

vehicles. Although it looks like the

vehicles will be hard to start. Nature

seems to have taken over Boston rather

quickly. Plants are sprouting from the

cracks in the pavement of roads and

sidewalks. Right now all I see are

shadows of what used to be a human.

There are occasional skeletons of humans

on the street, sidewalks, and in

buildings. It is quite sad what has

happened to some of these humans. I just

hope my family did not meet the same

fate.

December 25, 2316

Winter has arrived in Massachusetts.

Snow current blankets the ground

everywhere. The children would enjoy

playing in it. I recall they would form

the snow into balls and throw them at

me. I did not enjoy that. I am not fond

of the snow because it could fry my

circuits. The cold is also not good for

my propulsion system. If it freezes up

then I can't move and so far I have

found no humans that could oil it. So

right now I am staying inside the house.

It has been quite boring, cleaning for

this long. I long for the cool

temperatures of spring. When the leaves

on the trees sprout again and animals

come out from hibernation. Curiously I

have found few animals either. Mostly

small rodents, who were able to create

burrows in the ground where they were

protected from radiation. I will have to

wait to continue my search for my

family. Oh I hope they are safe...

January 18, 2336

Massachusetts is quite beautiful, but

when the snow begins to fall is when I

loath this state. When winter comes

around, this snow is all around. I can't

seem to understand why humans enjoyed

this time of year so much. All snow does

is cause problems for society. Sorry for

my ranting, I have been trapped in the

house it seems like forever. I sure wish

I could repair myself, because I have no

sense of time. Maybe I should begin

counting how many winter's come by, then

I might now what year it is. Oh no that

won't work, since I have no idea how

many winters have gone by thus far. Once

the snow begins melting I will begin my

search once again. Shortly after my

entry before winter came, I went

searching south of Boston and went to

New York City. I saw no signs of human

life.

February 14, 2356

Cold is my bitter enemy. My propulsion

will sometimes freeze up because of it.

Not being able to move is quite

annoying. I can’t do anything when the

cold seeps into my gears and freezes

them.

March 20, 2376

Spring is coming to Concord. The sun is

beginning to shine more here.

Unfortunately rain has become a common

occurrence. I have noticed something odd

about the rain storms. There is a slight

green glow to them. My sensors do

indicate an increase in radiation levels

whenever it rains here. I wonder if the

radiation is impeding the growth of the

flora here in Concord as well as the

rest of the state. Flowers don't bloom

like they used too, now plants are a

dull green. It is as if the plants are

sick and dying. I'm not sure how long

ago the war was but nature has not

recovered yet. Maybe in the next month

or two, I'm sure of it!

April 5, 2398

I think my internal clock may be broken.

The probability is quite low, since

part failure in my model has been proven

will not and can not happen. This is

just a thought since I'm not sure what

month it is, I know that it is spring. I

also know that it is currently the year

2077.

May 31, 2418

Good news! My internal clock is not

broken, well it was for a short while.

While roaming around the state I found a

fellow Mr. Handy on the ground. I

decided to scavenge it for parts and

found essential parts for myself. I was

able to fix my clock with those parts.

Without that clock 400 years could go by

and I would not notice. My clock says it

is May 31, 2077.

June 25, 2438

Boiling hot would be an excellent

description of the temperature here in

Concord. My sensors detect it is

currently 150 degrees. Normally I would

suspect that my sensors are wrong, but

there has been a lot more wildfires this

summer. Spring would bring life and

color back to the world and then summer

comes and strips it away from Mother

Earth. I know one thing and that is

this, the weather has changed

drastically since the bombs fell in

October. I hope the Johnsons are safe

where ever they are.

July 4, 2458

Independence Day! What a wonderful day

for a backyard barbecue with the family.

It is also a beautiful day, the sun is

shining and there are no clouds in

sight. Happy Birthday America! On this

day in 1776 the great founders of this

country declared their independence from

Great Britain. Since then we have had

the war of 1812, the Civil War, WWI,

WWII, the Korean War, the Vietnam War,

and the Iraq War. Each time our country

pulled through and the union stayed

together. This great country will

perceiver through this struggle. Oh

while I was telling the history of the

U.S.A I almost forgot I need to decorate

the house. Mrs. Johnson would expect

the house to be adorned with red, white

and blue. Hopefully this year they will

have fireworks. God Bless America!

August 19, 2478

For some reason my battery is halfway

gone. I better send a report to Robotics

Inc. Then they can get my battery

replaced, since my charger does not work

for some odd reason. I have tried to

find a replacement battery in Mr.

Handies that are scattered along the

state of Massachusetts. Unfortunately

none of them have fully charged

batteries. Clearly their owners did not

take care of them since their dead on

the street. It has only been almost one

year since the bombs fell. A good

quality battery should last much longer

than one year. When the Johnsons return

I will request that they file a

complaint with Robotics Inc. The

batteries in Mr. Handies according to

Robotics Inc. "will last up to 500 years

on one charge!"

September 9, 2498

My battery is almost gone. There are

dozens of charging stations for robots

such as myself, but they seem to be

inoperable. So I have not been able to

charge my battery for a while, not sure

how long it has been though. I’m not

sure how long I have, maybe days, hours or even minutes. Then all of a sudden my

propeller begins to slow. “Oh no no

please no.” I say as my joints begin to

stop moving. My propeller shuts off

completely “Its not

possible..my..baatteeryy cann’t diee

yett....!”

[spideychelle-romanogers]

Someone To Pick Me Up

Making of Michelle Jones - Prologue, Chapter 8

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After catching Michelle stealing jewels, the new mystery she brings into Peter's life defines his next adventure. There are new dangers coming to NYC and Michelle is playing a bigger part in Spider-Man's mission than Peter ever imagined.

Chapter 8:  "We're friends, right?" Peter asked.

"Um, yeah." Michelle was quiet and Peter could tell the silence wasn't a good thing. Was she lying?

"You don't sound convinced," he pushed, a little frustrated. Why was she friends with Spider-Man but not Peter?

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"So you have- what, a treehouse?" Tony asked, seemingly amused. It was the first time since they'd last seen each other after Peter's experience at the bank. Peter felt a lot better and Tony's steel expression couldn't hide how relieved he clearly was that Peter was feeling better. It'd been weeks since they trained last, so getting back into it involved a slight learning curve in getting him back on schedule. While Tony attempted to fight Peter, his trainee did his best to vaguely explain Michelle and her newfound position as his computer-bound sidekick.

"It's an abandoned subway tunnel in Queens," he said distractedly. Spider-Man and Michelle planned to place a tracker on the Kerrig robbers, but Peter and Michelle had to present the physics project that they barely even started. They were between ideas when the robberies came up, and at that point they were both too distracted to remember.

He wasn't so sure they were going to be able to juggle the two. Peter didn’t know how Michelle figured out his trackers. They were built into his suit at the wrist where he put his webshooters. The tiny little spider-like mini bots sprung out onto a target and attached themselves. They would then be tracked by a device Tony left behind that allowed them to watch the robbers’ movements on a map. Peter was grateful that it meant a real chance against their opponents.

"So, what, you just found that lying around and thought- hey, why don't I make my own headquarters?”

"No, Michelle found it." Tony looked like he'd had the wind kicked out of him.

"Please tell me you haven't told her." Before the lecture could start, Peter raised his hands against Tony's swings. Peter stared at him, not expecting him to be to angry.  "Peter!"

"No! I didn't tell her. She's….helping."

"It isn't safe for her to be involved." Peter didn't know what to do. He'd brought the tunnel up to try and impress his mentor and he'd trapped himself in a horrible movie. 'This life is too dangerous' and the like. Uncertain how to continue, he quoted a line from a bad mobster movie and tried to sound confident.

"I can't get rid of her, she knows too much," he said.

"Peter. If something happens to her, that’s on you."

"I know that," he sighed out.

"So what gives, Peter?" Peter appreciated Tony’s respect for his intelligence. He always did. He wasn't wasting his time on lectures of sentiment he already had or facts he already knew.

That was what made it hard for Peter to ignore the fact he knew it was wrong.

"I can't do this Spider-Man thing alone. I need help, and Michelle is good at getting information and helping me catch these people." It wasn't a good defense, but Tony took it like it was. He sighed, and gave a half-assed excuse about a meeting that didn’t even pretend to sound convincing.

"At least you're not operating out of your house," Tony concluded half-heartedly before walking away.

Peter wished he could say that the vigilante justice thing wasn't a total grade killer, but it was. He and Michelle were good students, and really smart kids. Yet somehow they were starting their final physics presentation the day before it was due.  There they were, sitting out of gym on the bleachers, trying to get it started.

"We're going to have to work on this after school," Michelle said, avoiding the word 'tonight' because she knew they planned to track the robbers. To Peter, the project had to be mediocre at best if they were going to keep their grades up. To Michelle, it wasn't just about the grade. They would have to do a presentation at the science fair. Peter knew Michelle got first place at the science fair every year in middle school. Keeping up her record was important to her.  "I have something in the evening though."

"We could work this afternoon and then start again before school," he suggested. It was crazy, but it could work.

"We could start again overnight," she countered. They both smiled, satisfied with that answer. Peter saw something move behind her and froze entirely.

Peter wasn't entirely sure how he felt about Liz but there was one undeniable fact: she was easily the prettiest girl in school. Peter didn't know too much about her besides that. They spent so few moments together. She was really chatty, which he liked. He would mostly sit there, listen to her, and try not to stare, but it worked.

"Michelle, can I get help really quick?" Michelle straightened up when she saw Liz approach. "I can't understand the last three questions on the Spanish homework."

"Oh, uh-" Michelle turned to Peter for a second, just trying to remember the questions. She noticed Peter's expression, though, and did everything to hold in a laugh.

"The last one is 'cuanto quieres comprar'," Peter answered hoping he was right. He was really good at Spanish. So many people spoke Spanish in Queens, it only felt natural that he put in the effort.

"Wow," Liz answered, distracted from her question. "Your accent is perfect." Looking to Michelle to see if anyone had seen Liz compliment him. He saw Michelle pull out the Spanish homework. She was clearly planning on just giving it to Liz but she made eye contact with Peter and smiled.

"Hey Liz," Michelle interrupted. "You should just bring Peter your homework. I haven’t finished mine." She stuffed the paper back in her backpack. "But he's great at Spanish." Liz nodded, looking to Peter to see if he was okay with that. As soon as she was out of earshot, Michelle collapsed into laughter.

" Hey! " Peter couldn't believe she did that for him. She just lied perfectly about not having done the homework.

"You are so welcome. You owe me." She wasn't wrong. Peter kept writing out possible theories for projects until Liz came by, then he handed them to Michelle. Michelle went off and he caught a glimpse of her talking to Ned before Liz became his sole focus.

The beauty of Spider-Man and Michelle's friendship is that she did not need him to show up to be entertained. She didn't need him around all the time, especially not when waiting at the tunnel. He always found her doing homework or reading there as though it was her new replacement for the library. There was always a new stack of books occupying the space each week.

Today though she was there at the door waiting, tapping her foot. Aunt May always warned him about making a girl mad but Peter never had a girl to worry about making mad. Looking at Michelle, he felt the impulse to apologize despite having done nothing wrong. He froze in place and just stared unsure if he should say anything. He went for an apology, but she stopped him the moment he made a sound.

"When, exactly, were you planning on telling me that Tony Stark would be stopping by MY tunnel?"

"Tony," He cursed out under his breath.

"Yeah, I greeted him with a frying pan and he freaked out and thought I was trying to kill him. Then, like a million guys came in and started measuring the place. What are they doing? How do they know how to get into my tunnel? They said they were coming back!"

"Wait, a frying pan?"

"We have a rat. Mr. Stark rushed out when I told him."

"Wait, we have a rat?" That startled Peter so much that he had accidentally triggered a web so he could dangle from the roof. Michelle just stared at him.

"The Avengers, taken down by a theoretical rat." she mumbled before storming off back to her desk, clearly still unhappy. Coming back down, a little ashamed, he didn't correct her on the Avengers bit. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. He would one day be an Avenger. It was only a matter of time. Hopefully Tony wouldn't rat him out.

"I didn't think he would do that."

"Is this going to become a base or something? I refuse to lose this place. You can find another damn tunnel-" She was getting belligerent and it felt like this was about so many other things, especially as her face got redder and her voice got louder.

"Michelle!" He interrupted her, and she pouted, staring at him. He got close and put his hands at her shoulders for comfort, looking her in the eyes. "Michelle, calm down. No one is taking the tunnel from you."

"This is Vin's tunnel," She started, like she was about to rev up to another argument.

"I know," Peter assured her. "I won't let anyone take it." Whatever was worrying Michelle seemed to fade. After a while, Peter realized how close he was. Clearing his throat, he stopped staring and backed away, ready to get to work.

"Can you do the tracker mission without me? I have to go," she said suddenly. Before he could say anything, she was walking past him and hurrying out through the entrance. Peter looked around, feeling so alone like the walls were closing on him. He stared at the frying pan, the only other material in the room besides Michelle's stack of books and a few maps and papers. The place felt awfully empty without her.

Hours later, she arrived at Peter's door, backpack in tow. She seemed like she recovered from whatever it was that made her snap, but he was doing his best not to check. They had a long day ahead and Michelle had her game face on.

Aunt May made them fancy pancakes from a recipe off the internet, fully supportive and always bringing by treats. She always brightened up having Michelle in the house, Peter wondered if she ever wanted kids of her own, maybe a daughter.

Michelle looked so hungry as she stared at the pancake stack on the counter, Peter thought it was almost cute how excited she was. Aunt May had to make more less than an hour later. Peter gave Michelle his share of the batch, with an added note that she ate like a beast, which amused her more than it offended her.

They kept spirits up during brainstorming. Michelle showed Peter the list of ideas he gave her. "Since nothing else is working, this idea you had about Spider-Man. I think we should do it."

Peter nearly spat out his coffee. He wasn't even sure he heard her correctly. "Sorry what?"

"You suggested maybe we could present theories on the physics of his swing and his abilities, figuring out how fast he could go. I think we should do it. That is a senior level project. I have a few equations I got off YouTube theorists and some guesses of my own. It's perfect." Peter looked at the list he wrote, taking it from her notebook. It was there, just like she said. As soon as he saw it, he felt lightheaded. He blushed out of nerves and he could feel the redness getting to his ears. He was so distracted by Liz, he couldn't believe he risked discovery like that.

"Don't worry, Peter, I won't tell anyone about your crush on him," Michelle joked darkly. Peter tried to fake a laugh that came off as more of a huff. He'd really walked himself into this one. "I think we could win this one, Peter." Turning to her, Michelle's glee at the idea of getting a win with this project was something rarely seen. He wasn't sure she could get excited about much around him that wasn't about school. Mirroring her smile he decided he wouldn't be the one to burst her bubble.

However dangerous it was.

He couldn't help but observe there was something rather off about Michelle's energy. Like the excitement was coming from somewhere deep and sad.

The next morning, Michelle and Peter were too hyper from their coffee to really sense how exhausted they were. May bought some expensive espresso for them and they miscalculated just how much it took to stay up. Practically hopping down the streets, Michelle just couldn't stop talking about how they were going to win. Peter watched her, confused at her demeanor as he helped her carry the cardboard panels for their project.

"Cheer up, Peter!" she piped up loudly when she noticed his expression. "Think about Flash. Think about how mad he'll be when he loses. We can rub that trophy in his smug little face." Peter laughed.

"You're a good friend, Michelle," He told her. He messed up. He could tell in her expression. He didn't even know what he was thinking, saying that. She stopped in her tracks. Peter knew he should feel a bit odd but truthfully he felt like he had the right to say he and Michelle were friends. "We're friends, right?"

"Um, yeah." Michelle was quiet and Peter could tell the silence wasn't a good thing. Was she lying?

"You don't sound convinced," he pushed, a little frustrated. Why was she friends with Spider-Man but not Peter?

"It's nothing," she answered. He stopped walking.

"Are we not friends, Michelle?" Peter asked, unable to help the cranky tone in his voice. Having this conversation while exhausted was a bad choice. He wanted nothing more than to end the conversation as soon as possible, by whatever means necessary.

"Oh, come on, Peter." Her tone was so cold too. It wasn't her sarcastic attitude, it wasn't in good humor. Something was wrong. Before Peter could get concerned for her, she chose just about the worst excuse. "We barely know each other."

"Bullshit," slipped out of him before he could stop himself. She'd known him as Peter longer than she knew him as Spider-Man. What about Peter was keeping them from being friends? Her tone wasn't helping, but neither were their tempers.

"Excuse me?" Peter knew there was no good answer. Michelle sighed. "Peter, you are a really nice guy and all, but we don't even see each other outside of school unless it's for homework. Even at school, you're always disappearing and no one knows where you go. Maybe Ned thinks that's okay but normal friends aren't like that. I don't know who you are or what you're about. I don't even know what's going on with you lately." Peter was sure he'd never heard her be so cold but he hated the small truths in her explanation. She huffed. "We're going to be late for school, let's go."

It took until the end of the day for Peter to get over it, but he eventually realized they were both just exhausted and venting at each other. He was wrong to push Michelle and make her uncomfortable, and she was being really harsh on him. If she truly didn't know him, she knew better than to assume. Peter learned from her he had to work on his assumptions, but it was clear Michelle was also imperfect on that front. Which was fair.

When they met for the presentation, they mirrored each other's awkward looks. "We need sleep," concluded Michelle.

"Yeah. And we didn't mean it," Peter offered.

"No, we didn't," she confirmed. She was twiddling with her fingers and Peter had a feeling that something else was wrong.

"Michelle-" She winced.

"Do you mind, Peter? I have to get ready." She gestured at herself, and he understood it was an excuse not to talk but he nodded.

The teacher loved it. He said it was likely to get an award for the physics wing of the science fair. To which of course, Michelle countered with questions as to how they could win the overall. Peter chuckled a little at that before supporting her in the sentiment. Everything seemed fine. Peter chalked it all up to Michelle's stress.

He had detention later that day, he couldn't even keep track of why at this rate. But there he was, returning the bathroom pass to the detention classroom, when Liz knocked straight into him. Before he could react, she grabbed him by the shoulders to keep him from falling. "Peter, just who I was looking for. I need your help."

Peter had never heard more beautiful words in his entire life. Clearing his throat, he nodded and tried leaning on the lockers only to realize there was no wall where he was leaning. Catching himself, he nodded again. "Yes, yup, I can help with that." She hadn't even explained what she needed, so she aimed a confused stare at him before he finally realized his mistake. "Sorry, yes, continue."

"You and Michelle are friends, right?" Peter didn't like to look dumb but he answered the question with a resounding 'uhhhh' because he knew very well he shouldn't lie.

"Why?" Liz glanced back in the direction of the room she'd just left, the girl's bathroom.

"I don't know what's wrong but she's in the bathroom and she's crying. The decathlon team is waiting for her. I don't really know what to do. I don't know her very well." Peter, in his usual habit, stared Liz in the eyes for a minute, weighing his options.

This was going to lose him any street credit he could pretend he had. Despite the other kids in the hallway, he took in a deep breath and walked straight into the girl's bathroom without another word.

He had been pretty determined, but seeing Michelle on the ground with tear tracks on her cheeks had been enough to dismantle all ideas he had of the girl. It was wrong to think of her demeanor as cold. She was as sensitive as the rest of them and like Peter, there came a time where it was all too much. 

Michelle seemed so human all of a sudden.

"I'm fine, Peter. Get out. This is the girl's bathroom," she managed through hiccups.

"I don't care," he told her as he approached carefully. He joined her, sitting on the ground facing the same wall she was. "What's wrong?"

"I, um, I got some bad news. Is all. I'm fine." She coughed and another hiccup came. She buried her face into her knees. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"Everyone needs a moment," Peter encouraged her. He really couldn't help but start theorizing what happened. Not knowing was torturous. He had the idea in his head that maybe someone did something, but that was too dangerous a train of thought because he knew Michelle needed him to be calm.

"I just want to go home."

"I'll walk you, make sure the coast is clear. Okay?"

"Don't you have detention?" Peter just smiled carefully at her and she nodded. Suddenly her behavior these last few days made sense. He just hoped he could help. Or, if not him, maybe Spider-Man.

Peter didn't get any answers but getting Michelle home was more important than anything. He met her at the usual hour in costume, only to hear her breathing a little shaky, faced away from the entrance reading a book as always.

"Michelle?" he seemed to have startled her. When she looked at him, he could see her eyes were swollen like she'd cried again. "What's wrong?" 

"I, um, I-I told my dad about the money a few days ago." Her breath got shaky. "He's still not talking to me. He's going through with the other surgery. He doesn't want to use money I've stolen. So it was all for nothing. I just wanted him to get better and now he's mad at me-" Her voice cracked so much she was almost whispering. Peter rushed closer to her. 

"Everything is going to be fine, Michelle. He must know you only wanted to help."

"I never should have done it. Of course he didn't want the help. I just don't want him to get hurt. What if something happens?"

"Nothing is going to happen."

"It's in a few days and I feel like I can't breathe until it's over." It was moments like these that Peter realized he understood what Tony meant when he said there are somethings kids their age just shouldn't have to experience. Michelle didn't deserve to be worried like this.

"It's going to be okay. He's going to be okay. Just think, they might be able to help. And if they can't, then he'll realize you were right. Everything's going to be fine, Michelle." She nodded, still shaking. Peter didn't know what else to do, so he hugged her until it seemed like she was better. Before he could pull away, there were footsteps going down the longer way into the tunnel. A man's voice cleared his throat. By instinct, Peter pulled Michelle behind him until he saw who it was.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Tony joked.

Peter did his best not to blush behind his mask. "It's not a good time, Tony."

"What are you doing here?" Michelle asked, confused and still mostly hiding behind Peter.

"We've got some deliveries."

"Deliveries?"

"Well, I bought the lot-"

"Tony!" Peter raised his voice by accident, but he really didn't want Michelle to answer first.

"Listen. I bought the lot, so no one should be bothering you. I just wanted to bring by a few gifts." He snapped his fingers, and the drilling started. Peter and Michelle nearly tripped from shock. "Relax, the structure's safe. I thought your girlfriend told you I was in here checking. That blocked entrance needs some work though."

“Excuse me?” Michelle started. Peter widened his eyes and shook his head at Tony from behind her.

"My mistake," Tony said. "Your sidekick." Michelle didn't argue. The drilling continued for a few more seconds as the teens tried to figure out what the noise was. Then came the delivery men. Screens were being brought in with tables. Within the next two hours, the tunnel was filled with a bunch of gadgets Peter wasn't sure he or Michelle had any familiarity with. He expected Michelle to blow her lid, but he watched her talk intently with the men setting the tech up, the way she'd do with Ned. Suddenly he understood: she was really doing her best with this assisting thing.

"Happy?" Tony asked.

Peter was smiling so he answered mostly with a shrug, still trying to take it all in. "It's amazing."

"How much does she know?"

"Nothing. She still thinks I'm an Avenger." Michelle wiped a bit at her eyes as she spoke to an engineer and Tony remembered an old question he had.

"Is she okay?"

"She'll be fine. Maybe call next time?" Peter suggested.

"No service, I was in a tunnel," Tony joked.

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I came home from a trip in February 2017 and there was a Nova Pro 100 waiting in my office.  I didn't order it, of this I am sure.  It's not like this item has a "forget you bought this setting" of which I am aware, but it does have dozens of settings that claim to be conducive to such things as sleep, relaxation, learning, and certain libidinous pursuits.    

@Dommestic ordered it, but never did actually say if it was a gift... we weren’t exactly doing any hypnosis stuff at the time, but bringing this in to the house has resulted in a massive increase in crystals, pocket watches, research, and trips to @entrancedhypnocon​ - which will be going up to one, previously having been zero.

I've heard about the wonders of lights and sound machines in hushed tones for years, largely because few kinky people seem to be really interesting in articulating their virtues beyond "it's great."  And it is great!   To date, my experience with it has been exclusively as a subject -  I ordered a microphone off of Amazon that plugs in the 3.5mm audio port, and it's the closest thing you'll get to a sci-fi brainwashing helmet without assembling it yourself.

I’m writing this today because it’s important for me that you know someone actually makes and sells this kind of device.  Also, this explains what the darned thing is as I write about it often.

HOW LONG HAVE THESE THINGS BEEN AROUND?

Forever.  Tiger Direct mail-order electronics catalogs have been advertising these things since the late 1980s and early 1990s, near various Macintosh computers and other office doodads that would appeal to the yuppies of the first Bush era.  On one page, some sort of mind machine offering at-home hypnosis.  On the other, the new Quadras.   I haven't heard of this particular Nova Pro brand name until more recently - there were many before the Nova Pro 100, and there are new ones since then.  

Wikipedia has an article called Mind Machines that may be of interest to you.

IS IT WORTH THE ASKING PRICE?

If you or your partner have a fetish for hypnosis in the traditional sense, and you’re not prone to light-induced seizures, I think so.  

When it comes to various other hypnotic inductions, the question I asked of many is "Does it work?" The best answer I ever heard was "It does if you believe it does," which seems to be consistent with this device's performance.    The best way I can describe the various blinking lights and sounds is like the wipers on your car.   You can focus on the lights and sounds briefly, and then it's all wiped away.   New lights and sounds appear, and those go too.  If someone is talking to you, it's the same kind of thing.  I'm told I'm responding to things, but heck if I know what some of them are.

At $400 or so, its value would be directly related to how often you might use it.  Depending on your level of desperation/shame/solitude regarding hypnosis, this could be very handy for so many levels.  Sure you have access to unlimited spirals and MP3s on your computer or phone, but short of virtual reality I don't think anything is quite as immersive.  People are making VR apps for phones, and I'd be eager to try that if you know of a good one.

WHAT DO YOU SEE AND HEAR?

It varies - the model we have has sounds similar to an old computer or game system (it boasts surf sounds, I would not describe them as such) along with red or green lights flickering.   Other colors and apparently sounds may be available.

DO I NEED TO BUY EXTRA STUFF FOR THIS?

If you want to use it alone, no - but I would recommend buying something if you want to use it with another person.   If you live with that person, you want a microphone (more below).  If your relationship will involve Skype or your phone, I would suggest a 3.5mm audio cable - basically, the same thing you'd use to plug an iPod or other audio device in a car if you don't use USB.   This allows their words to mix with the beats, blips, and beeps that the Nova Pro spits out.    The Photosonix people included a tote bag and pretty much everything you need to run it.   It does not use batteries, you have to plug it in the wall.

IS IT HOT?

It is so hot that you may have to ask your deity of choice for forgiveness after using it.   It’s not a sin but it probably should be one.

WHAT IS IT?

The Nova Pro 100 is a black box.  It's metal, it feels last-century and almost handmade.  One of the buttons was a little askew, as it was not assembled properly.  It was easy to push back in place.  It includes at least one pair of headphones - just normal, nice headphones - and a strange pair of glasses.  The glasses are basically just sunglasses with LEDs wired to them that will fry your brain, so turn down those lights to the lowest setting when you try it.  You also get also a power source, a serial cable to connect to a computer from 1996, and a manual explaining what all the preprogrammed sessions are.  I'm told there are many new more downloadable sessions but we have not yet looked in to those.   Considering the advances in personal electronics in the past 10-15 years alone, there's a definite "some dude found this in the back of a Radio Shack" vibe to this item, down to the very 1980s-Star Tours-crew-member-colored tote bag included to carry the hardware in a discreet way so nobody has to know about your filthy hypnosis fetish on the way to a trip or a play party or on the subway.

WHAT ABOUT THAT AUDIO PORT?

The designers may have neglected a USB port due to the age of the devices, but the 3.5mm audio jack is actually quite versatile for future-proofing it, minus the various smart devices that opted out of including such a port in their latest generation.  You can plug in a microphone if you wish.  You may plug in an iPod or iPhone using those 3.5mm cables you use for your car that they sell at Big Lots for a dollar or three.   This also means you can hook it up to your computer - so if you really wanted to do so, you could hook up the Nova Pro 100 to Skype so someone in another city, state, or country can talk to you while the Nova Pro 100 does its thing to you locally.   I've been fascinated about the notion of remote-control adult toys, and apparently the Photosonix engineers were one step ahead of technology by ensuring you could add any extra audio in here without a hitch.

I do not have much experience with MP3s but I assume you could also use this in conjunction with any recordings you have.  Timing the wake-up and induction elements may be tricky though.  The device is programmable, so perhaps that's something a more creative person could do.  Then again if you're capable of going through that kind of effort, you've probably rolled your own VR hypnosis contraption for your phone by now and that's much cheaper.

HOW IS IT AT HIDING DISTRACTIONS?

Fantastic.  During one session Dommestic later told me there were yelling construction workers outside and I had absolutely no idea this was happening - the headphones helped to drown out some of the exterior sound quite nicely.  When we later added a microphone to the mix, I felt like I was locked in my own head.

Despite being a fairly simple device, I found it to be excellent at keeping me focused on her words, more or less.  I tend to dart around a lot of things, generally keeping one or two more tasks in the back of my mind while working on a third.   The Nova Pro 100 does not let me do that very well.   Just when you start to get used to it, things change a bit - the sounds, the lights, and it just helps you sink down again.  

WHICH MICROPHONE IS GOOD?

We purchased a Audio-Technica ATR-1200 Cardioid Dynamic Vocal/Instrument Microphone (under $20).   Photosonix sells an older one directly, but shipping alone costs more than a similar microphone from Amazon.   We tried a PC headset mic and it sounded awful.   

The combination of the included headset and glasses with the added microphone create an irresistible, otherworldly vortex that I can only describe as spectacular.  My Mistress sometimes changes how she holds the microphone - sometimes when she gets really close to it, it's overwhelming and feels like it's coming from inside my own head.  Usually she holds it at a reasonable distance and it sounds more or less normal, but you can play around with it for special effects.

IS IT A TIME SINK?

To some extent - pre-programmed sessions are as short as five minutes or over an hour, and like anything fun you can over do it.   On the other hand if you're already staring blankly at a TV for 30 minutes a night, this might actually be more fun and given the rising prices of cable TV, perhaps a decent replacement.  I'm kidding.  Maybe.

The shorter, under 10 minute sessions we tried weren't so great.  The longer ones were a trip, to say the least.   I think we've only done more than one session in a row once or twice, and the variety does a good job of shaking you up and setting your expectations before really delivering the goods.

BUT DO I NEED ONE?

If you're a hypnosis fetishist with an experienced play partner and sufficient toys/a good tool box?  Probably not.   If you have trouble relaxing and letting go, or need a little muscle to flex against your partner, this is a gift from above.   If you start a little nervous or perhaps even aroused the relaxation setting will relieve you of those burdens quickly.  If you're working with an adequately skilled operator with decent knowledge of hypnotic language, this device does a great job of amping up what they have to say or do, while providing lovely little beeps to keep your mind very busy if they decide to go take a break.

The sci-fi feel, the fetishistic bent of having a device that exists solely to service your fetish is the kind of thing that was likely part of all of our adolescent dreams.   Having grown up in an environment where the notion of pleasure never came up even once, having one of these arounds feels like a ridiculous luxury item that will likely be stripped away when the revolution comes.   I've had access to a lot of goofy consumer electronics over the years, and I can definitely say that it's worth giving up Starbucks or sodas or whatever minor vice you can to the tune of $4-$5 a day/week until you can afford one of these (or a similar device).  If you came to me at a younger age and said “you can never buy soda again, but you can have a brainwashing machine at home” I’d say “I accept your terms, also were you sent by the devil and what is the catch?”

WHAT OTHER OPTIONS ARE THERE?

Lots of other companies are doing light/sound therapy machines that are a little more modern.

At least one or two Tumblr users are doing stuff with smart phone apps including but not limited to using the "Cardboard" VR technology to strap someone in a world.  I would expect this kind of thing to flourish thanks to the low barrier of entry for most people with smartphones.

@theleeallure​ had posted a shot or two of some sort of brainwashing chair which involves computer monitors, visuals, and restraints - which sounds fun.   Our set-up is just a chair with the Nova Pro.

WHERE CAN I TRY ONE?

As far as I know, no retailer has these set up for test drives but they do find their way in to various hypnosis conventions, gatherings, and unconferences.   @mrs-prism informs me she may be bringing one to @entrancedhypnocon for a class on hypnotic toys.  There's no guarantee you will be the one using it, but for all I know you'll get to see someone using it and that is a worthwhile experience.  Or so they tell me, I've never seen one functioning from the outside - so I’d like to see what that looks like.

If you're doing a lot of play, it's good.  The lights and sounds are a distraction from a plain induction, plus the person won't see (or hear) you if you need to consult a note or a script or just make a silly face for some reason.   Like a watch, or a crystal, or your eyes, it's a tool that can make the job easier, but you'll still want to consult resources to know what you're doing, and why, and how.  Or at least I would prefer you do this.

Make no bones about it, at $400 or more this is an expensive toy.  A hypnosis book from the likes of @hypnoobiwan should be tops on your shopping list.  The new age store near you likely has crystals for the price of a cheap dinner out, and perhaps a boutique has a nice pocket watch priced similarly.

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Origin, part 5

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James did not return that night. Q skipped lunch, but finished the Thai for dinner, and fed the cats. He spent most of his time online, playing games and hacking databases because he could. At one point he searched for files on the computer, but they were encrypted in a way he’d never seen before. He decided to leave them. James might get angry.

Why was he doing all this for Q? He was just a skinny boy off the street. James had no debt to Q, had no responsibility over him. Was he really only doing this as a cover? How could James afford an Aston Martin, while living in a shitty building infested with mice?

Q wished he could do a search on him, but without a last name, he didn’t know where to start. He searched the flat, even the bedroom, looking in every nook and cranny, but all he found was an alarming number of open boxes of condoms and some expired credit cards, all with different names. No incriminating evidence. No personal items besides clothes and toiletries. Although, just like the car, his clothes were extremely fine and probably expensive. Each suit (he had seven) was zipped in plastic, the ties hung on a special rack, the fancy oxford shoes on a shelf in the closet with the suits. Q checked all of them. No names, no tags except the tailor’s.

Defeated, he went back to the living room to dispose of the four dead mice in the corner and clean the litter-box. Then he tied off the bin bag and, having nowhere else to put it, and unsure if the cats would try to get in, he left it in the bin. Then he washed his hand thoroughly before playing with the cats.

Q went to bed at midnight, leaving the door open so the cats could come and go. He slept deeply and softly, dreams faded and vague.

The morning of the next day, Sunday, James still had not returned. Q began to be worried. Had James been arrested? Had he been killed, as easily as he’d killed that man who wanted to hurt Q? Someone knocked on the door, but Q did not answer. The knocker continued for a good ten minutes, making the cats hiss, before finally walking away. Q had an apple for lunch.

He was watching the news in a fit of boredom (he’d unearthed a small television from the closet and hooked it up) when the door opened and James walked in.

“I have your uniform and jacket,” he announced, draping the plastic-wrapped clothes over the back of the couch. “Thank you for leaving two hundred pounds in the pockets. I had to be threatening to get it all back.”

“Oh, bugger,” Q muttered, standing from where he’d been sitting on the floor with the cats and the telly. “I forgot.”

“It’s alright. I think I have to change drycleaners again, though. Just when I’d gotten them to switch to the right soap, too.” James sighed, digging in his pockets until he found six notes and held them out to Q. “I took the liberty of exchanging all tens to some twenties and a one hundred. They’ll be easier to hide.”

“And harder to break,” Q pointed out, but took the money and tucked them in his own pocket. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I thought I threw that thing away,” James commented, frowning at the telly still on, sitting on the floor.

“It was in your closet.”

“Ah, that would explain it. What were you doing in my closet?”

Q shrugged, suddenly nervous under that sharp, cold gaze. “Exploring,” he lied.

James smirked, but did not laugh outright. Instead he said, “I see you cleaned the litter tray. Did you empty the bin?”

“No.”

“I’ll do it, then. Yes, hello, children,” he said to the cats, crouching down to pet them as they made happy noises. “I missed you too. Let me take out the rubbish, and then we’ll play, hm? Good kitties.”

Q sat down in front of the television again, petting the cats, as James took out the rubbish. They were playing the most recent A Bit of Fry and Laurie, and Q was enjoying it immensely.

When James returned, he played with the cats, murmuring affectionately, almost cooing to them. Q laid on his stomach in front of the telly and closed his eyes, soothed by the soft atmosphere. At home, the air was always humming with tension, a sort of strung-tight feeling that left him tense and drained. But here (even with the mice and the knowledge that his companion was a murderer), he felt nothing bad or scary.

He must’ve dozed off, because he woke up when one of the cats began to groom his hair.

“Pizza’s here,” James announced from somewhere above him. “Cheese or pepperoni?”

“Cheese.” Q got up slowly and stumbled to the kitchen, yawning. “What’re their names?”

“The cats?” James shrugged as he put two pieces of cheese pizza on a paper plate. “I don’t differentiate. They’re my little murder-children.”

“I’ll name them, then.”

“Go ahead.”

“Cali, Tux, and Tiger.”

“Imaginative.”

“Hey, you’re the one who didn’t name them at all.”

James smirked and handed him his plate. “Just go eat. And don’t give any to them.”

Q stuck his tongue out at James and scurried to the couch.

~

On Monday, James drove Q to school. His fellow students stared at the beautiful car with the strange man behind the wheel, and Q with short hair when it’d always been at least past his earlobes. Q got out of the car, ignoring them, and thanked James.

“I’ll pick you up when school lets out,” James told him.

“You don’t know when school is out,” Q accused.

James gave him an amused look. “Of course I do. Have a good day.”

Q felt a funny prickling up his spine. Fear. But it was very faint, so all he did was shake his head and close the car door, turning and marching into the schoolyard.

Of course his friends surrounded him, asking about his hair, where he was on Saturday, why there was cat fur on him, why he looked so happy. He answered to the best of his abilities, claiming he was staying with a family friend for a while, and that he’d wanted a change with his hair. Then the first bell rang, and they ran to their classes.

The day passed breezily, with Q working so far ahead in all of his classes that his teachers gave him university textbooks to work from. Soon he was going to run out of those. So he took many breaks to work out his own coding language. He had an idea that was so crazy it just might work.

True to his word, James pulled up in his car almost as soon as the last bell rang, and Q hurried to say his goodbyes before escaping the confines of the school. He sat up front again, working out the kinks in his code in his notebook.

“You enjoy yourself?” James asked.

“Mm. It was alright,” Q answered absently. “Jenny and I worked on some advanced trigonometry over lunch. Ken asked me to join the chess club, again. Everyone commented on my hair. Apparently it’s a bad thing I cut it.” His mouth twisted bitterly at the thought.

“It looks fine to me,” James replied, and Q realized with a start that he’d been listening. Mother and Father never listened. “Why don’t you want to join the chess club?”

“It’s too easy.” Q scowled and crossed out a line of code. “No one really knows what they’re doing. I just beat them all, and then they get angry and don’t want to play with me anymore.”

“Maybe they’ve changed. Maybe they’re better now.”

“Or maybe they just think they’re better, and they’ll get angry at me again.”

“Hmm.” James was silent for a moment. Then he said, “I have to go out again tonight. I’ll be back before 3AM. Don’t open the door, don’t open the window. And if anyone breaks in--”

“Scream?”

“Scream your fucking lungs out. And aim for the face.”

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Rules: Answer all the questions, then add one of your own, and tag as many people as there are questions

Let’s get started

1) Coke or Pepsi? Used to like Coke, but I don’t drink soda anymore at all.

2) Disney or Dreamworks? Disney!

3) Coffee or Tea? Tea.

4) Books or movies? I like both but these days I watch movies more often than I read books.

5) Windows or mac? Only ever had Windows so can’t compare.

6) D.C. or Marvel? I’m not really into comics enough to have a preference.

7) Xbox or PlayStation? No idea- I don’t game.

8) Dragon age or mass effect? Like I said, I’m not a gamer, but from what I’ve heard from friends I suspect I’d prefer Dragon Age.

9) Night owl or early riser? Night owl but I wish I was an early riser!

10) Cards or chess? Cards. Never learned how to play chess.

11) Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate

12) Vans or converse? I don’t wear either brand.

13) Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar? What?? Are these Games of Thrones houses or something??

14) Fluff or angst? Fluff

15) Beach or forest? Both!

16) Dogs or cats? Cats

17) Clear skies or rain? Clear skies

18) Cooking or eating out? If I had unlimited money I would eat at restaurants all the time to avoid cooking!

19) Spicy or mild food? Mild

20) Halloween/Samhain or solstice/yule/Christmas? Halloween! 

21) Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot? Well I’m already a little too cold pretty much all the time, so I’ll stick with what I’m used to :p

22) If you could have a superpower what would it be? Telekinesis- mostly because it would be nice to be able to clean my house without having to get up!

23) Animation or live action? It depends on the specific story. I love hand-drawn and stop-motion animation, but not computer animation. And when it comes to Doctor Who stories, I definitely prefer live action! The animated episodes are better than nothing, but I’d rather the originals were found!

24) Paragon or renegade? What?

25) Bath or shower? My house only has a shower so I don’t even remember what a bath is like.

26) Team Cap or team Ironman? Captain America

27) Fantasy or sci-fi? I like both.

28) Do you have 3 or 4 favorite quotes if so what are they? “A life lived in fear is a life half-lived” is a quote I like from ‘Strictly Ballroom’, which is one of my favorite movies. The old axiom of “All that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good people to do nothing” is one that I think is always relevant. Can’t think of any more right now.

29) YouTube or Netflix? I guess youtube because I’ve never used Netflix.

30) Harry Potter or Percy Jackson? Harry Potter

31) When do you feel accomplished? When I actually finish a writing or sewing project.

32) Star Wars or Star Trek? Definitely Star Trek!

33) Paperback books or hardcover books? Hardcover 

34) Fantastic beasts or Cursed child? Haven’t seen/read either yet, but Fantastic Beasts is the only one I’m interested in seeing.

35) Rock or pop music? Both

36) What is the most important thing in your life? Friends and theatre and costuming and writing.

37) Mountains or sea/ocean? The sea!

38) How do you express yourself? Theatre and writing and costuming.

39) What’s the first book/film that really counted to you? ‘The Little Mermaid’ was the first movie that made a big impression on me as a small child. For books, the American Girl books had a huge impact on me and are probably the reason I’m a history nerd now.

40) What’s your element (air, water, etc.)? I’m pretty sure my sign is one of the water signs.

41) If you could travel anywhere, where would you go? London! 

42) If you had any job in the world, what would it be? Writer. Novels, TV, stage, whatever. I just want to write stories and be paid for it!

43) If you were granted three wishes, what would they be? 1.) That the Electoral College had been abolished before the election and we would have the president America actually chose right now. 2.) That patriarchy would just vanish from the face of the earth. 3.) To be able to cure any illness.

44) If you had to eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be? Maybe stir-fry because there’s quite a lot of variety of things you can put in a stir-fry so it’d be less boring.

45) What’s currently the most pressing issue on your mind, and what’s stopping you from fixing it? Not being able to do all of the things I want to in life because of chronic illness, and the current political climate being so hostile to people with disabilities and literally everyone who isn’t a rich straight white man.

46) What is your dream companion animal? Probably a cat

47) Raptors or songbirds? Songbirds, but I also like owls.

48) Do you think there is life on other planets in universe? I should think so- the universe is pretty big and it'd be kind of improbable that we’re the only ones.

I don’t even follow 48 blogs so I don’t have 48 people to tag... so tagging anyone who wants to do it :)

[captain-cutie-pie-sfw]

All about me:

200: My crush’s name is: panda

199: I was born in: 1997

198: I am really: uhhh Tina belcher tbh

197: My cellphone company is: straight talk

196: My eye color is: green

195: My shoe size is: 12 w 10 m

194: My ring size is: 13

193: My height is: 5’6

192: I am allergic to: pollen and dust mites

191: My 1st car was: never had one

190: My 1st job was: never had one

189: Last book you read: the sun and her flowers by rupi kaur

188: My bed is: comfy

187: My pet: is crazy lol

186: My best friend: I wish I could make her love herself

185: My favorite shampoo is: vo5 strawberry

184: Xbox or ps4: Xbox

183: Piggy banks are: cute

182: In my pockets: I never have pockets #leggingslife

181: On my calendar: I can’t wait for Easter!

180: Marriage is: a good way for two people to prove to each other how much they love each other

179: Spongebob can: gtfo (I don’t like spongebob)

178: My mom: is currently cleaning the kitchen while I lay down because I don’t feel well

177: The last three songs I bought were?

1) Halsey - without me

2) yungblud- California

3) blackpink - stay

176: Last YouTube video watched: one by little moo moo (her vids are adorable!)

175: How many cousins do you have? Uhhh idk I am part Portuguese and part white and the Portuguese part has a lot of family, and it’s a tight knit family because family and elders are very important to us. The white side is really trashy and I have cousins I’ve never even heard of

174: Do you have any siblings? One brother (he’s 13)

173: Are your parents divorced? Yes

172: Are you taller than your mom? Yeah by like 4 inches

171: Do you play an instrument? I sing

170: What did you do yesterday? Drank by the pool at the water resort in Orlando

[ I Believe In ]

169: Love at first sight: yes because it happened to me

168: Luck: no

167: Fate: yes but like... I try not to think about it too much because it stresses me out

166: Yourself: not really tbh

165: Aliens: anything is possible

164: Heaven: yes

163: Hell: maybe? I don’t want to think about that either

162: God: yes

161: Horoscopes: yes

160: Soul mates: yes

159: Ghosts: yes I’ve seen one

158: Gay Marriage: well I’m getting one...

157: War: no

156: Orbs: yes I’ve seen them

155: Magic: on the fence

[ This or That ]

154: Hugs or Kisses: kisses

152: Phone or Online: phone online. Online on my phone

151: Red heads or Black haired: red heads

150: Blondes or Brunettes: brunettes

149: Hot or cold: warm but not too warm

148: Summer or winter: winter

147: Autumn or Spring: we do not have these in florida

146: Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate

145: Night or Day: night

144: Oranges or Apples: oranges

143: Curly or Straight hair: curly

142: McDonalds or Burger King: mcdonalds

141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: I actually like dark chocolate better

140: Mac or PC: pc

139: Flip flops or high heals: flip flops (I’m a size 12. I hardly ever see anything else in my size)

138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: I’m already sweet and poor

137: Coke or Pepsi: they’re... the same thing

136: Hillary or Obama: hillbama

135: Buried or cremated: cremated so my family can keep my remains

134: Singing or Dancing: singing

133: Coach or Chanel: idk what this is

132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks:idk who this is

131: Small town or Big city: small town

130: Wal-Mart or Target: wal mart

129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: neither but my gf likes Adam sandler

128: Manicure or Pedicure: manicure

127: East Coast or West Coast: east

126: Your Birthday or Christmas: birthday

125: Chocolate or Flowers: chocolate

124: Disney or Six Flags: disney

123: Yankees or Red Sox: Red Sox

[ Here’s What I Think About ]

122: War: needs to stop

121: George Bush: uhhh idiot

120: Gay Marriage: I’m excited for mine

119: The presidential election: 2016? It was the first time I voted and I cried because of the stress

118: Abortion: not my body, not my choice

117: MySpace: I liked how customizable it was and I miss that.

116: Reality TV: guilty pleasure

115: Parents: I love my mom so much

113: Ebay: not as good as amazon

112: Facebook: I need to stop going on it so much!

111: Work: I want to be an elementary school teacher

110: My Neighbors: they’re all very nice!

109: Gas Prices: too damn high!

108: Designer Clothes: look, I’ve got a $10 hoodie from wal mart. I’m good.

107: College: I think it’ll be fun if I ever get my GED

106: Sports: the only one I really get is baseball

105: My family: they’re crazy but I love them

104: The future: uncertain

[ Last time I ]

103: Hugged someone:q I tried to hug my brother this morning and he screamed and called me weird

102: Last time you ate: a few hours ago

101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: two days ago (my cousin mike, who works for apple)

100: Cried in front of someone: last week

99: Went to a movie theater: it’s been a while

98: Took a vacation: just got back from one today!

97: Swam in a pool: a few years. I’ve had other things to deal with that get in the way of fun

96: Changed a diaper: not since my brother was like 1. Which was 12 yrs ago. I would sometimes offer to do it so my mom taught me how.

95: Got my nails done: never? I do them myself

94: Went to a wedding: my cousin Jen’s wedding. It was lovely.

93: Broke a bone: never

92: Got a peircing: uhh I was 11 and it was the cartilage on my right ear

91: Broke the law: I shoplift all the time

90: Texted: hour ago

[ MISC ]

89: Who makes you laugh the most: my brother

88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: my blankets

87: The last movie I saw: instant family (it was cute!)

86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: taking a nap

84: People call me: when they have something funny to tell me

83: The most difficult thing to do is: admit you’re wrong

82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: never. I don’t drive.

81: My zodiac sign is: virgo

80: The first person i talked to today was: my mom

79: First time you had a crush: I was a boy crazy kid so I can’t remember. Maybe kindergarten?

78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: my best friend

77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: my brother and I say the same thing in unison a lot. He says it’s because stupid minds think alike. I think he’s right.

76: Right now I am talking to: nobody but I wish I was talking to my gf

75: What are you going to do when you grow up:be a teacher

74: I have/will get a job: hopefully

73: Tomorrow: I hope my annoying friend doesn’t call me. Like I don’t like talking to people just text me

72: Today: I’m tired

71: Next Summer: I hope to have fun!

70: Next Weekend: I’m going to church

69: I have these pets: a cat, a dog (he lives w my grandparents), and a bunny

68: The worst sound in the world: overcrowded places with all the people talking at once

67: The person that makes me cry the most is: myself

66: People that make you happy: nova

65: Last time I cried: last night

64: My friends are: cool as heck

63: My computer is: stolen by my brother because he was on it and he broke it but when he fixed it he made it run an OS I can’t use so I guess it’s his now.

62: My School: eckerd college hopefully

61: My Car: nonexistent

60: I lose all respect for people who: are mean to kids, animals, or old people

59: The movie I cried at was: les miserables

58: Your hair color is: brown but I dyed it purple

57: TV shows you watch: too many

56: Favorite web site: dress up games

55: Your dream vacation: new york

54: The worst pain I was ever in was: one time I busted my toe open but I didn’t like cry or anything

53: How do you like your steak cooked: no steak for me

52: My room is: messy

51: My favorite celebrity is: a queen by the name of Demi Lovato

50: Where would you like to be: in bed but my bed is messy

49: Do you want children: maybe

48: Ever been in love: yes

47: Who’s your best friend: I have two

46: More guy friends or girl friends: girls

45: One thing that makes you feel great is: when I help someone. Like yesterday I was at an arcade and I helped a little kid with skee ball and she got so excited when she got a good score

44: One person that you wish you could see right now: my gf

43: Do you have a 5 year plan: yeah but I think it might take longer

42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: no

41: Have you pre-named your children: yes. Lilliann Alice and Rowan Grace

40: Last person I got mad at: my mom

39: I would like to move to: st Pete, Florida

38: I wish I was a professional: singer

[ My Favorites ]

37: Candy: sour patch kids

36: Vehicle: 67 impala tbh

35: President: Bernie Sanders (shhh I can dream)

34: State visited: mass. Fall River is cool because Lizzie Borden

32: Athlete: Sara Groenewegen, a t1d softball player

31: Actor: David tennant

30: Actress: Gillian anderson

29: Singer: Demi Lovato

28: Band: halestorm

27: Clothing store: Walmart

26: Grocery store:walmart

25: TV show: Star trek ent

24: Movie: men in black 1

22: Animal: turtles

21: Theme park: Busch gardens

20: Holiday: christmas

19: Sport to watch: basketball

18: Sport to play: lmao no

17: Magazine: revolver

16: Book: Neil gaiman- neverwhere

15: Day of the week: Saturday’s

14: Beach: coquina

13: Concert attended: I’ve never attended a concert

12: Thing to cook: stir fry

11: Food: asian

10: Restaurant: checkers

9: Radio station: classic rock

8: Yankee candle scent: all of them

7: Perfume: dark kiss by babw

6: Flower: gardenias

5: Color: purple or yellow

4: Talk show host: none

3: Comedian: John mulaney

2: Dog breed: mine

1: Did you answer all these truthfully? Yes

[loudcreationsublime]

Louis Hamilton chuckled as well as offered his webcam a huge, cheesy thumbs-up, feeling high off the thrill of success. His success wasn’t one-of-a-kind; like many banners before him, he had actually just beaten the tough Lothric and Lorian bosses in Dark Souls III. Yet strangely enough, he had not been holding a PlayStation or Xbox controller. Rather, Hamilton’s thumbs-up was swaddled in a boxing handwear cover with a Wii remote strapped to the side.

Hamilton, part of the Super Scrub Brothers Shiver network, concentrates on gaming with entirely unconventional input techniques. Like a growing variety of streamers, he enjoys playing games “wrong.”

Hamilton’s boxing handwear cover, rigged up to control Doomfist in Overwatch Origins The initial mainstream success in this sort of challenge came from Canadian banner Bearzly. In August 2014, he started playing Dark Souls with a Guitar Hero controller. A number of tool peripherals later on, he was granted a

Guinness World Record: most alternate control approaches used to finish Dark Souls.

The weird-controller subculture has actually just expanded because after that. Hamilton didn’t know regarding Bearzly when he began.” Me as well as my friends were just playing video games, just every night after school, “he says.”And among the days, my pal brought his dancing pad … and also we’re like, suppose we play Street Fighter with this? And in some way it worked.”

That exploration led him down a course of increasingly ludicrous peripherals. With a mess of converters and also personalized scripts, he’s been able to hook up practically any kind of controller to any kind of system. He’s played Dark Souls with Kinect, Bloodborne with DK Bongos, and The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time with a DJ Hero turntable.

“I went to school for computer technology, so I had simply the programming expertise in basic,” Hamilton claims. “I just never thought I would certainly do it for stuff such as this.”

Like Hamilton, streamer Dylan Beck (that passes Rudeism online), refuses to play games as intended. His work commonly begs the concern: What object cannot be a controller? In a recent Far Cry 5 playthrough, he affixed switches as well as analog sticks directly to a deer head included in the scandal sheet of the video game. Last year, he played Overwatch with a gyroscope-d baguette in a homage to the French personality Widowmaker. Also like Hamilton, he appeared to simply stumble into the trend.

“I had a credibility in secondary school for being ‘that guy’ at Guitar Hero,” Beck says, “and a good friend of mine joked that I should play as well as try Rocket League with a Guitar Hero controller. We attempted it out and also it finished up functioning truly well. [It] obtained some attention on Reddit as well.”

Neither Hamilton neither Beck refute that a huge part of the charm of this work is the attention they’ve gotten. In the competitive globe of streaming, every person needs a hook; playing Rocket League with flight sticks is like any kind of.

“I suggest, at the beginning it was 100 percent interest,” Beck says. “I’m not going to exist about that. … [] in addition to that now, I’m really uncovering what does it cost? I truly enjoy building this things.”

Delicious Methods

The procedure of getting these controllers working is constantly charmingly slipshod. For electronic devices, the signal commonly has to be routed through a number of different programs to basically fool the console right into believing it’s obtaining inputs from the right gadget. However that’s primary contrasted to some of the configurations Beck and also Hamilton run with.

A programming toy called “Makey Makey” allows any person run an electrical current through daily products then specify changes in the current in terms of programmable keystrokes. In even more based terms, this resembles connecting an alligator clip to a conductive product (like a banana), and after that transforming customer inputs (jabbing the bananas) into switch presses. The degree of intricacy is only restricted by your quantity of fruit.

“It’s normally 12 bananas” giggles Hamilton. “It’s actually amusing to go to the sales register at a store with similar to, 12 bananas.”

Naturally, not all food makes for equally great controllers.

“I remember aiming to play Portal with a cake.” Beck claims. “I did it for my birthday. I rigged up a whole lot of little cherries on top of the cake as buttons. … Imagine every one of the buttons for a video game just arranged in a circle, simply a circle before you. And also they’re all extremely– yuck. It was gross. Like I was providing myself hand aches, the cake was breaking down.”

In spite of the prospective mess, Hamilton and Beck insist that obtaining begun on the planet of unconventional controllers is relatively easy. And instead of discouraging others from taking their spotlight, both players seem to thrill in obtaining individuals to try out their setups. Hamilton is servicing tutorials to show others just how to utilize his jerry-rigged controllers, and Beck remains in the procedure of making all his code publicly easily accessible.

The larger video gaming community is accustomed to self-imposed difficulties– slappers just!– and the absurdity of playing “incorrect” is accentuated in a crowd. During PAX Australia, Beck ran an occasion where he supplied a half-dozen various input methods for Overwatch gamers to fight.

“I urge other individuals to a minimum of try it out,” says Hamilton. “And it’s not as difficult as you think.”

Hamilton and also Beck, despite having fun with normal controllers their entire life, admit to often executing much better with their cobbled-together peripherals.

“The guiding wheel– I in fact favor it for FPS games,” Hamilton says. “It just really feels all-natural to transform a steering wheel entrusted to turn your video camera to the left, while pushing down the throttle to move on or lowering the brake to move backwards.”

Beck even states he passes away much less with a fry pan compared to a conventional controller for Dark Souls.

“It’s actually strange,” he states. “By all ways, it’s not better compared to the conventional controller, however I’ve gotten used to using it so a lot. It simply feels even more comfy.”

“You do not understand just how simple it is just to press a switch,”Hamilton claims, referencing the difficulty of playing with bananas Endless Potential In the future, both banners desire to produce input approaches that might include verisimilitude to the gameplaying experience. Beck discussed wishing to assemble a cosplay-quality team to match Mercy’s from Overwatch, complete with a rotating top and different triggers to enhance or recover. Hamilton is presently building a life-sized Keyblade from Kingdom Hearts, which will notice motion and suit real-life movements to in-game assaults.” I feel like that’s the desire of what I wish to do, as we relocate more detailed to

AR and VR,”Hamilton states. “It would certainly be truly enjoyable seeing if we can make peripherals just like [the items] in the game, and also virtually have a 1:1 experience with the video game itself. “The controllers aren’t just for goofs, either. For gamers who do not have a full series of movement, drastically various methods of playing a video game could be the bridge right into previously hard to reach genres. Hamilton even has a Breath of the Wild arrangement running totally on voice commands, making it possible to play without any kind of physical inputs.” At the moment, I’ve been feeling this really huge desire to construct stuff that’s … not just a bit foolish, but

something that somebody else may desire to use, “Beck states.”I’ve seen just what individuals at AbleGamers do. … I would certainly enjoy to build something like that. I believe that would certainly be wonderful. “

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Monster Laboratory Meeting.

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october: week four

23: i woke up with no problem today. i got out of bed earlier than usual and then went straight to do legs. i’m dreading doing legs for some reason now. i used the same weight as last week to make sure it wasn’t a fluke or anything lmao. i still took 39 minutes or so to finish my workout T_T lol i was trying to go for a 30 minute workout again. oh well! then i got back, hopped on the computer, and showered. kevin got out of bed without me noticing and scared me in the bathroom x_x; i made myself a smoothie and kevin ate the rest of the buns for breakfast. he left for work (yay, he’s made it outside again haha) and then i did some more research protein powders. i am leaning towards getting the chocolate version of pure foods protein, but it is so expensive! it’s like $40 for 1 lb of protein D: i am looking into naked as well as another brand that i can’t remember. then i tested some things and uploaded my tutorials. i got on a client call and then ate lunch while watching ‘no game no life’ and then went on stand up and straight into making templates for customers. it was a nice chill but busy work day. i would like my work days to be like this. haha. 

kevin reminded me last minute that we didn’t defrost chicken thighs so i went ahead and made the marinade for the lemongrass chicken breast i was going to make tomorrow. lol our blender cannot puree correctly... lol. i tenderized the breasts and made the sauce and put them in a ziplock bag before washing the dishes. it took me an hour to do that and by that time, kevin got back home. while we were waiting for the rice to cook (he was already hungry), i went to the yoga studio to do more legs. i feel like my legs are getting weaker? lol i honestly don’t see any progress in my butt either. x__x; i am going to eat less fat though and keep on though. before i showered, i took a shot at cooking the chicken breast myself. i hate pan frying and using the stove because it’s hard for me to gauge whether or not i’m cooking meat or burning it lol. i did a pretty bad job: the heat was too high and i burned some chicken a bit. i called in kevin for help and he cooked the breasts so well T_T they were so yummy with the char he got on them. i just need to practice more, right?

i showered while kevin handled the chicken and stir frying some zucchini. then we ate dinner and watched yakitate! japan. after dinner, we both did dishes and packed lunch and stuff. then i went to watch anime and kevin went and gamed. i’ve been trying to sleep early again but it’s been on and off for me. eh.

24: i don’t know how but i managed to do a hiit workout in the morning today and get to the office, but really, i got to work late lol... i think i slept in a bit too long and then i took my time working out and showering... i actually think picking out what to wear took more time than i expected @_@; i ended up leaving as kevin was waking up lol. i got to the office at around 10 am and went straight to work, which was prepping for our training session today. lol, cole was forced to come after he said he was going to work from home because john was locked out of the room and today was an all-hands benefits meeting. he was kjadfnksjdf about it, but he seemed to enjoy the day anyway :P i rushed into the single person office and moved all of my stuff in order for me to do training lol. i will definitely do training at home from now on. it’s so much work moving my keyboard, mouse, laptop, adapters, etc to an office for only 1 hour .___.” well, after that, i went into john and cole’s office to listen to the benefits presentation. it was really fun hanging out with these guys. cole showed me the stuff he got from wish LOL.

then i went to eat lunch in the office and i was going to move everything back to the product office but dave was going to lunch and cole and i planned to get a snack so this was the perfect time for it. we went to chatime and beard papa’s. i got a mango green tea with boba. yummm. we sat down and caught up for a bit before heading back. i moved my stuff and then went straight to talking with dave about the game plan for thursday. i spent the rest of the day trying to build out the agenda with dave. lol i had a lot of work to do tomorrow... dave left the office after talking with me about shortening a section and then cole came into the office and waited for me to pack up. i was thinking about staying a bit longer to finish the agenda but i just left it for tomorrow. we walked and talked to the train station and then i met up with kevin :) we commuted home together and then lazed around. today was my rest day so i had my entire evening free~ well, when i got home, i put chicken in the oven right away and made rice. i think kevin gamed a bit and then we ate dinner while watching yakitate! japan. for desert, we finished an entire bag of cheetos. we have finished all of the flaming hot cheetos and i think it hurts my stomach a lot D: at least it’s gone now! :P

after dessert, we played trine 2 until jon messaged kevin and kevin went to play hots. i wasn’t mad because now i could watch ‘no game no life’ huhuhuh. i watched anime until around 11:40 pm and did some stretching before i went to sleep at around 12:30 am. it was a really nice day. wooo! it’s great when you get everything you need done before a certain time in the evening. i feel like i have a lot more free time ;D

25: i worked from home today in order to prepare for the full day of in person training tomorrow without distractions. i went to the yoga studio and did a hiit workout then i made my smoothie and went to work. at first, i felt overwhelmed, but when the end of the day neared, i felt worse LOL. i had a lot to do but i also had one meeting with another client but i had so much to prepare. our template import failed so i had to recreate two journey maps after fixing up the agenda for tomorrow and creating training guides/packets for each section we were going over. @_@; i asked phil if he could help remake the maps but i had some time after making my handouts so i just went for it until the end of the day. phil was also busy so it was okay. i didn’t get to practice but it was the end of the day and i decided to just let it go and wrote in my little notepad “good luck.” LOL. kevin came back pretty early and i finished up watching ‘no game no life.’ it was a good anime and i can’t wait for more O_O lol.

i found out that there was a crunchyroll app for roku and i downloaded it but when i tried using it later on at night, it crashed multiple times. oh well. i did my oblique workout inside the apartment because i was just using the mat. i watched the latest episode of ‘jane the virgin’ while working out. then i went to shower. then i got to catch up on some anime and youtube videos while kevin gamed lol. he made pasta and i just relaxed. we watched yakitate! japan while eating dinner and then i started watching an anime called something ‘elite high school’? idk. it has good reviews but i got really bored of watching it and i was doing something else after a while. i went to sleep before 12 am so i could get up early for tomorrow’s session.

26: oh boyyy. i woke up at 7 am, did my arm workout in the yoga studio, and then showered, and made myself a protein shake before heading out to the office. i thought i would make it in time for our meeting, but i got there 5 minutes late. i was stressed the whole ride because i felt so unprepared to do a full day of in-person training @_@; well, dave was really chill and his attitude calmed me down. we introduced ourselves, hooked up our laptops, and then got to work! we were running about 30 - 60 minutes behind the agenda, but we made it work. everyone in the group was great and receptive and i told me when i needed to slow down. ahha. dave went on a pret run for lunch, we took a break, and then we went back into it. when dave came back with all of our orders, we ate, and then answered questions. i went into smaller things and then after everyone finished eating, we hopped back into training. my brain melted at around 4 pm. o__o i turned really wonky after the session ended. mind you, i only took like 500 steps during the entire work day and i only peed twice LOL. dave made reservations for us for dinner, but i had to decline because i was just so tired after that lol.

cole waited for me in his office so he could show me the pumpkin and 4.5 lb bag of candy/chocolate he got from the amazon truck during lunch! it was $10 for all of that apparently lol. he gave me some chocolate, i gave him leftover starbucks blueberry scones, and we walked to the train station. i was so wonky lmao. i think i was yelling at cole while we were walking and asking weird questions. what a nice way to end a tough day and work week (lol i’m speaking as if it was friday). i waited for kevin on the platform. 2 nearly empty trains left before kevin got to the station -- he tried running for the last one, but didn’t make it. the train that came next was packed LOL but we got on. we got back and my stomach was feeling pretty bad, my hips hurt like crazy from sitting all day, and i just wanted to eat. we got free fruit and chocolate from the front and then we ate leftovers for dinner. we watched yakitate! japan and then kevin gamed and i walked around. lol, i couldn’t make myself sit for a while. then i decided to get my back workout done and i went to the yoga studio. then i showered and watched shokugeki before plopping into bed and just watching youtube videos. i didn’t want to watch any more anime :P

kevin went to sleep at around 1 am, which surprised me. i stayed up until then as well because i was definitely going to work from home tomorrow. i fell asleep waiting for kevin. he stayed up eating a scallion pancake and then going to bed... rood. haha. side note: kevin told me that he waited in bed for me to come back after my workout in the morning only to find out that i wasn’t working from home when he got up LOL. what a silly boy.

27: i slept in today as per kevin’s request lol. he’s so funny. he left for work and then i made myself breakfast: black tea with my vanilla protein powder (when you blend it, it creates foam on top and looks like a latte!) and a bacon breakfast sandwich. in the morning, i caught up with a lot of integration work stuff and dealing with timesheets and whatnot. lol. then i went in and made some changes to clients’ templates and maps. i hopped on a call with phil and caught up a bit. then i sent out some emails and worked on remaking the training template for the second time x__x; i hope this is the last. stand up turned into a design session again, but i stayed on and worked on the templates until 4:30 pm. then i finished creating templates and hiit the yoga studio -- haha, get it? kevin came back while i was exercising. i made rice and we ate leftover chicken thighs for dinner along with some veggies while watching some yakitate! japan. after my workout, i showered and then we went straight into playing new steam games and took a break to eat. i think we played spelunky, helldivers, and another game that was similar to trine 2 but i really liked it. i forgot what it was called. we stopped playing spelunky and kevin talked to ryan on the phone for a bit. i went to stretch while that happened and then after, we continued to game. i went to sleep after i got tired at like 2:30 am and i think kevin stayed up to play a bit of heroes of the storm. it was a nice friday game night with the boyfriend <3333

28: i slept in today again. i woke up at 10:30 am, which was just in time to do my morning stuff and commute to jialing. haha. i ate half of a scallion pancake that kevin heated up in the morning and then i hopped on the train. i transferred at park street today and got on the green line. the experience wasn’t too bad haha. the green line is really clean :O i got off at copley and then walked over to the courtyard restaurant inside the boston public library. i couldn’t get seated without jia so i messaged her and waited. we got afternoon tea and caught up. the food was delicious! i got the darjeeling 2nd flush, and it was the perfect compliment to the sweet and salty treats. we talked and ate for about an hour and then we walked over to the prudential center. overall, afternoon tea was great but pretty pricey. i would go again but not any time soon. then i needed to pee real bad so we stopped by the convention center. the line at the library was long because there was some event happening. i walked jia to the bridge to her hotel and then took the train back home.

i got back at like 3:30 pm. kevin and i meal planned and then we played some more steam games that he bought from the sale. i forgot which ones we tried out...but i know i really like gauntlet. after we gamed for a bit, we went grocery shopping. i felt really crappy for some reason. kevin also felt dizzy because we didn’t really eat lunch. we quickly finished shopping and then got back and i ate leftovers while kevin ate a rice box he got from kam man. kevin cooked some veggies as well. i coordinated with mindy and jia. it didn’t seem like we were going to see jia tonight so kevin and i picked up mindy from the airport via car. then we brought her back home and i just sat and talked with her. we almost forgot about food until mindy mentioned she was hungry. we ordered from fat cat and then drove over to pick up food. they both got lobster mac and cheese. mindy really liked it ;D we also got cajun fries haha. so we talked and ate and it was sooo nice. i missed mindy so much and i’m so glad that she came to visit :D lol we talked until like 2-3 am! it was crazy. i think i showered and both of us went to sleep. mindy stayed up a bit to skype with garrick but kevin and i ko’d at like 3 am. it was also mindy’s first time interacting with kevin?! i didn’t realize that haha. 

29: whewwwww! we all woke up super late haha. i think i got up at around 10:30 am? i’m not sure. i asked mindy if she wanted to workout and she eventually got up and we went to the gym. we did a hiit/strength training workout and we died. omg, this video’s difficulty level is high (or i’m just not fit anymore lol). it was a 45 minute workout and we got through most of it, but skipped one set of a weighted move and went into abs and then stretching. we cooled off and then went back and i made us my fave smoothie, but with peanut butter powder! lol it tasted real health but mindy liked it :D she showered, i bothered kevin while he was rolling in bed, and then i showered and changed and we chilled for a bit. mindy got hungry so she ate her leftover lobster mac and i ate a sweet potato. then we took the train to copley and walked to fomu! fomu specializes in vegan ice cream and treats. i got a regular sized cup with a scoop of apple cider donut and magic bar -- the ice cream was soooo good. mindy said it tasted like a thick yogurt, which is true, but it was an alternative that tasted the most like ice cream imo. mindy got apple cider donut and chocolate pudding. omg, their pudding is sooo good. she also picked up treats for yuki :3

we stopped by some small shops and then went into copley place to use the restroom and look at bougie stores. we stopped in sur la table, which was a trap for mindy because she wanted everything LOL. i felt like i was there with kevin :P we found out that copley place is connected to the convention center jia was at AND it connected to the prudential mall?! lol. whutt. so we didn’t need to walk in the rain and got to the other mall i wanted to show mindy. today was weird because there were a lot of weird people outside and one person tried talking to mindy and we also saw two dogs poop in malls and idk .___. was it because it was the weekend to celebrate halloween? idk. anyway, we stopped by sugarfina and mindy got so excited. lol mindy is the most excitable guest i’ve had in boston :P then we stopped by kate spade so she could buy gifts for people. jia met us there and charged her phone in the store while we browsed. mindy got her stuff and then we went outside to make plans for dinner.

jia was indecisive as per usual and she ended up getting dinner with her coworkers and boss. mindy and i called an uber to neptune oyster and put our name down on the waitlist for a seat. the wait was 1 hour and 30 minutes so we walked around north end. we went to mike’s pastry, which wasn’t packed (weird) and mindy got a hazelnut cannoli. then we stopped by modern pastry and then sat down at thinking cup. she got coffee and i got tea and we just chilled there until we went back to check our spot in line. we got there right in time because a bunch of people finished eating and we got seated right away. mindy and i shared 6 oysters and hot and cold lobster rolls. their salad was bomb and the hot lobster roll was delicious! there was so much fresh lobster meat! the cold one didn’t have much flavor and the bread was very dry Dx we left asap and called a lyft home because it was pouring.

we got back and started playing ‘doki doki literature club’ and it got too real after an hour or so. o___o” i might be a bit traumatized. i qq’d after mindy went to shower because it was like 1 am and i was tired. kevin ate the lobster roll we got him and then cooked in the back and after, he retired to his room. jia came by from her dinner / event and actually got on the last train of the night. mindy, jia, and i talked. jia ate her lobster roll. i think this is where mindy and i got wonky from tiredness. lol. mindy rq’d and took a 45 minute nap before her flight. jia laid on the couch with her lololol but she stayed on her phone for a while. then i did some cleaning up and i went to shower. kevin was watching a stream in the room but went to sleep at like 2:30 am. i stayed up catching up on venmo stuff until mindy’s alarm rang and she got up to leave. she called a lyft and i hugged her goodbye. mindy is the chillest guest ever and we have lots more to do the next time she comes visit ;) jia decided to sleep for a few more hours and catch a train in the morning. i ended up sleeping at like 4 am to make sure mindy got to the airport safely and then i ko’d. zzzz. i was definitely wfh tomorrow.