#So the actual police in this hot mess of a situation is like barely 5 ft maybe even 4 ft

[tuhbanbuv]

Throwback to last year where I thought I had a sense of humor.

Fuck it this is still funny.

[crqstalite]

do it for us. [mind blind]

HA yes I���m back again. With, unsurprisingly, more angst for Carmen Wiseman. Sort of sequel to do it for them, where Carmen gets some actual emotional help. Sort of.

carmen wiseman (they/them pronouns) + nick wiseman + salome alavidze. chapter 5 spoilers. words: 1,784

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Black polish? Really button? Not even a little color?

Carmen groans, while Sally paints their last pinky toe black. No, they’re happy with the pitch black instead of something brighter. Matched their soul at least. The whiskey’s bitter while they sip out of it from a mug, and Nick had already berated them over drinking it, but at least it’s a good indicator of just how well they’re coping. They could’ve gone for the really hard stuff.

That’s not comforting, at all.

Comforting or not, no one said you had to comment either, Carmen thinks back before taking another sip out of the cup, the amber liquid burning the back of their throat, but otherwise numbing the sharper edges at the back of their mind. They’re better than they were when they were first in the hospital, sitting next to Nick’s bed with guilt drowning them like a tidal wave, but that didn’t mean that their emotions were making it any easier to process what was going on. Everything since then has been a blur. The Pollard Five is a welcome surprise, but something about it feels so...wrong. Like they don’t deserve it. Like they lost far too much to get it.

They’re not even sure they want it anymore, not after everything that’s happened.

At least have fun with Sally, after the days you’ve had, you deserve it. Though, you don’t have to be drunk to do it either, Nick responds back. His tone is getting testy, that much they know and it hurts them a little. He didn’t like them drinking, even when he was corporeal. Still, Button, it’s okay not to be okay. This isn’t my favorite situation either. But having an alcohol addiction as a newly minted adult and trainee MIV isn’t a great look. Or healthy.

I didn’t ask you for your opinion, Nicholas, They respond, their hands quivering when Sally hands them the remote. It isn’t as if one glass of whiskey was going to turn them into an addict, but they can’t really say they don’t like the taste. Better than what they’d had earlier at the cafe at least.

Fine, fine. I’m only saying, Nick answers.

Sally’s asking which movie to watch, maybe about Glitch in between titles.

Glitch.

Their cheeks warm at the thought of the man who’d held they in his arms this afternoon. It was nice. Very nice. The kiss he’d planted on their lips they’re still thinking about now. It’s the happiest they’ve been since...ever. He’d managed to loosen the tight ball of anxiety that’d wrapped itself around them for the few hours they’d been together.

And yet, when they split, they still felt cold. So cold. Their fingers are freezing, they can’t sit still. A flash of warmth flickers over their body, a cold sweat seeping into their clothes as they try to wrap their arms around each other.

Nick. Hooked up to too many machines for them count. Still. Not moving.

“Can I leave already?”

They almost left the hospital without visiting. At first, they hadn’t felt bad about the thought. They were tired, had been since then. The sirens had stayed in their head, ringing in their ears like an alarm. The antiseptic stuck to them, even after they left the hospital. All the wires, all the tests. The hushed talking, the grim outlooks.

Nick. Closed gray eyes. No jokes. No nagging them for being overly morbid.

Carmen...

It almost felt like they were watching themselves in the hospital room. They couldn’t bring any tears to spill down their cheeks like any distraught sibling should’ve been able to. They couldn’t bring themselves to want to stay any longer, like they should’ve. They couldn’t bring themselves to be the way they should’ve been, with their brother nearly dead and not even breathing on his own.

Nick. Blonde hair limp against the pillow instead of billowing in the wind when they went out together. Pale skin paler than it ever should’ve been.

He couldn’t squeeze their hand back, like when they were younger, and he would squeeze their’s to tell them that he loved them. They waited so long for him to.

Nick.

Their brother. The one who finished raising them.

They’re shaking now. They can’t get that image of Nick, their Nick, their big brother, their everything, on the brink of death out of their head. They can hear the machines again, they can hear the ambulance’s whine again.

They can hear that explosion again. Blinding, loud. Their phone had cracked.

Taking their brother with it.

A stove-in chest injury.

Trying to put the nearly empty mug on the coffee table, Carmen unfurls themself.

Nick was in a coma. And he’d just barely survived.

Instead of landing on the glass pane, it slips out of their grasp and falls to the ground shattering into a million pieces.

“Carmen!” Sally jumps from where she’d been sitting, removing her feet from the ground and turning to look at them with wide, worried hazel eyes meeting theirs, “Too much to drink?”

They feel more sober than they had been five minutes ago. Painfully so. Everything’s too clear. The TV is blinding them. The fabric of their shirt is rubbing against them painfully, their hair brushing the nape of their neck like nails.

Their toenails are barely dry. Some of it has smeared on their pant legs.

Their chest heaves before they let out a sob, tears filling their eyes and a loud cry filling the room, “I’m sorry!”

Sally looks bewildered, before carefully picking her way across the couch to wrap her arms around Carmen, “Hey, hey, it’s just a mug! We can replace it before Nick comes back.”

It isn’t just the mug. They couldn’t give a flying fuck about the mug.

It’s all their fault. They shouldn’t have left Nick with an angry goodbye, they shouldn’t have let their last words to him have been so hostile. They should’ve just taken the damn crockpot, they should’ve been nicer to him that morning. They should’ve just accepted the damn eggs and hot sauce, they should’ve been better.

They’re the failure here, the crack in the mug.

Button-

Their thoughts are only getting louder and more out of control. Their sobs only match it, growing louder and louder until they can barely breathe, their eyes burning and tears wetting Sally’s shirt.

“Carmen?” Sally asks, trying to soothe them by rubbing their back, “Whatever it is, it’s going to be okay.”

“No it’s not!” They exclaim back, and Sally flinches at their tone, “Nick is gone because of me!”

“No he’s not!” Sally replies forcefully, gently pushing Carmen off of them to hold them by their shoulders, “This isn’t your fault, none of it is!”

“He’s my brother! It should’ve been me in that hospital bed, not him! He didn’t deserve this!”

Button!

Carmen only cries harder, Nick’s louder tone making them wince.

I don’t blame you for this, none of it! Whoever the hell did this, that’s on them, not you. Whether we argued this morning or over the phone call, that doesn’t matter and it doesn’t mean you should’ve taken this one for the team. You’re my sibling, and I love you no matter what happens.

I got you nearly killed!

Nick goes quiet, formulating a response before continuing. His tone is calm, but shaking just as much as their’s is. Maybe he doesn’t believe it as much as he tries to pass it off that he does, If that were the case, you’d be down at the police station. But you’re not, because you aren’t responsible. Sure, we press each other’s buttons, but that doesn’t make you the culprit for an accident that is probably the fault of some messed up terrorist, He pauses for a moment, Button, I’m still alive and mostly conscious because of you.

It’s going to be okay.

Is it? Will it ever be? There are so many unknowns and they’re scared.

Sally holds them like that for a while, until their breathing begins to slow. Nick reassures them and comforts them through the rest of it. The credits roll when they finally unstick themselves from her. 

They’re a little disgusted with themselves, they don’t cry. They never do. Nor do they ever have outbursts like this. They shouldn’t. They don’t want to be here anymore, not with their eyes puffy and red and tears still wet on their cheeks that they hesitate to wipe away.

You can’t hold onto all that grief by yourself, Carmen, Nick says, It’s okay to have emotions.

“We -- you, me and Nick -- we’re going to figure this out. You know we will,” Sally gives them a sad, but soft smile, “We’re a team, remember? And this,” She gestures to the pair of them, “Is a team sport.”

She’s got a point, Nick assures them, Can’t exactly get rid of your teammates.

Carmen hates relying on people, they let her down more often than not. They hated team sports as it was.

Okay, well, you get the point, button.

They take a shaky breath, glancing at the shards of glass on the floor, “I know. I’m sorry for...everything.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. I would’ve been afraid if you stayed all cool and brooding all evening,” Sally jokes, before steadying her tone, “If you ever need to vent like that again, you can. Always. I’m here for you.”

“I couldn’t put that on you. Besides, there are bigger issues now, with Aeon targeted and all, and I can’t shield you anymore.” I couldn’t burden you with my problems. Don’t ask me to. I can’t. It hurts.

“Yes, you can. And you should. As many times as you’ve heard me complain and vent, I think you’re long overdue to do it yourself,” Sally says. She squints at Carmen critically, “You’re doing that thing again where you’re trying to deflect away from the real problem.”

“What?”

“Sure, Aeon was targeted. But y’know what else? That took a toll on you. And that’s fine. The shielding issue, we can figure that out, but I know you’ve been carrying around so much of...all this for so long. Promise me you won’t do it again? I hate seeing you in pain like this.”

She’s asking a lot. Twenty one years and only know they’re supposed to dump the protective habit they’d cultivated all those years ago? Sally knew them better than anyone, she knows how they are. She knows that they can’t just change like that. They’ve never been mentally healthy, ever, and yet...

It is a lot, and I know you can’t get rid of it all that easy. Though I don’t think she’s asking for you to give it up cold turkey, Nick explains, Can you try though? Try, and do it for us?

Nick’s hopeful voice. Sally’s equally hopeful expression.

They let go of a shaky, wet breath.

“I can try.”

[baekhyyun]

Accused Love | KNJ

» pairing: kim namjoon x reader (ft. lim jaebeom and byun baekhyun)

» genre: angst(???), cause it ain’t fluff children rn, sfw, mystery, stranger to semi-lovers

» rating: PG13

» word count: 3.3k

» Warnings: strong language, the lack of namjoon's name being used, jaebeom and baekhyun got more screen time than the damn main character i’m sorry

a / n: THIS IS ACTUALLY A NAMJOON FIC JGSKVSDS , even tho i mention his name like 5 times (ITS NOW 8) throughout the whole this fic (!!!!!) , this is also my first full fic so bare with my shitty writing and it's debuting after 5000 years. This beauty is apart of the Luv Library Project under the mystery category! There will be more than one part !!!! I wanted to post something before we got to the good part jfksnkvjdfkj. Thank you to everyone who has helped me and encouraged me with this fic!

Special thanks to @jungtaeyoongles for being there with me from the beginning, bouncing ideas off with, helping me plan this whole story and beta reading as well! Thank you to @meowxyoong for bouncing ideas with me too! Thank you to @thinksshesawolf and @ dee-ehn for beta reading this mess and clowning me in the process. We know who the real main character is in this fic.

The night sky was pitch-black, making the stars shine bright like diamonds against the darkness. Being located in the heart of Seoul, the stars shined brighter than the lights hopping off all of the tall buildings in the quiet, busy city. Jaebeom, one of the many infamous mafia leaders in South Korea, found himself waiting in the night for his next crime. Being the head meant sending someone under him to do the crime itself without getting his hands dirty. Yet with bad timing, he was out of luck for the night. All of his men found themselves in different missions committing different sins to bring in the money that the head wanted.

 After becoming the head boss, he stopped going out and living life to protect his own, his hands never touching anything besides the gun strapped to his chest hidden from the public eye or the money that was earned by his henchmen. He felt like he was on top of the world again after being away from the scene for so long. Jaebeom, believing his skills were rusty, turned to money laundering to build up his skillset again. Oh, was he wrong.

 He was on a hot streak and subsequently oozed cockiness from each movement he made. Every step Jaebeom took felt like pure muscle memory. He was a greedy man that wanted money. Money made the world go round. You could buy anything and anyone with a couple of hundred-dollar bills. The man had an insatiable desire for money. $100,000 was not enough to sustain his need for money.  He wanted more. He wanted $500,000. It felt right to him. Not bothering to double-check his work, he just went for it as his life depended on it.

 Never in a million years, would he have thought that he would be wiring money from a gaming company. Tencent, one of the largest Asian companies and known worldwide, did not scare him. He felt that this job was easy. Getting access to this place was a piece of cake, he thought. His charming personality is what got him the keys to the records room, housing every transaction that the company has ever made.

 Jaebeom thought everything was going smoothly, but he could not be more wrong. After being here for three hours wiring this money, he realized that he made a rookie mistake. How could he use his ID card to get access to the files? Why did he not use his boss's card to open up the files? All these questions went through his head at lightning speed that caused his heart to start racing, he felt like his ears were going to burst from the sound of his own heart. The world around him was crashing down at a fast pace that he had to think of something fast.

 "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Jaebeom hissed to himself. How could I be so reckless? I can't let myself get caught over this shit. I gotta get out of here!"

 His senses went haywire where he couldn't think straight. Getting caught in this building around this time was the least of his worries. He needed out and that's what he was trying to do with his mind racing.

 As the clock ticked, Jaebeom rushed out the building to his car that was parked 5 blocks down the road. His only thought was to find a solution to this shit show that he had created the minute he walked in that building. His luck ran out.

 "Fuck me, man!" he continued to tell himself while running as fast as he could.

 "T-this is the o-one that f-fucks me o-over, and it's the simplest-t s-shit that gets me," he stuttered trying to control his breathing.

 Relief washed over him as he spotted his car hidden behind a dumpster. He still wasn't out of the clear. Slowing his pace down, a new thought popped in his head: should he have called someone to help him out? He thought it was best, but he didn't want to feel embarrassed at the thought of his underlings catching a whiff of the mess he created doing a simple job. He was the mafia boss for crying out loud. Making a mistake was out of the question, getting help was out as well. The more he thought of calling someone the more he got frustrated with the idea.

 The car roared to life, one hand reached the gear shift and set the car in reverse then back to drive. Hitting the gas pedal, he drove off with nothing but a dust cloud left behind. For being a mafia boss, he sure is fucking stupid, never once did he think that he would be making a mistake like that.

 Reaching a red light at an intersection, he noticed that the city was waking up to begin their day. He only had a couple of hours to come up with a solid cover story until he was supposed to show up at work again. Looking out the window he noticed the cars pass by; one car caught his attention. He thought this was his chance that he couldn't miss. It was a perfect idea from his point of view. Framing someone else was a bit of a bitch move but if he got out the clear, fuck, he would do it a thousand times over.

 He thought that using his rival would get rid of him for good so that he could be number one and rule Seoul from behind the scenes. Having everyone shirk in fear brought such joy to Jaebeom that he needs to go through with this plan. Becoming power-hungry made him crazy. He was thirsty for it and was going to do anything to get it. 

 Realizing that the light turned green, he makes his way back to the company for damage control. Who knew that bringing an end to his rival would make a man smile like a mad-man, but he thought it was so worth it to do so.

 The ride back was fairly quick for Jaebeom. As he got closer to Tencent, the police were there parked in the front of the building. He had to find a way into the building without being spotted. Circling Tencent, he decided to go through the backway. He still had his ID card on him, so if the police caught him right there he for sure would kiss the $500,000 goodbye.

 Parking his car in the alleyway behind the company, Jaebeom made his way to the back door cautiously. The perks of being named leader, it showed that you can handle any situation no matter the outcome, finding a solution to the mess he created was ironic.

 Slowly making his way up the stairs, he avoided any main hallways, not wanting to draw unwanted attention. Climbing twenty flights of stairs was not something Jaebeom planned for. He felt more guilty with each step he took for messing up a simple thing. He wished he had powers to reverse time and start over from the very beginning, but alas, he was never going to get that wish.

 Reaching the eighteenth floor, Jaebeom noticed no one near the entrance to the stairwell. He silently thanked the gods above to have come all the way up without getting caught. Twisting the knob to the door he slowly opened it and peaked his head to see if the coast was clear and surprisingly it was. Closing the door again, he stayed put in the stairwell. He found it strange that no one was guarding this floor, the floor where Jaebeom was located a couple of hours ago.

 Jaebeom's suspicions grew more as he stayed put, thinking of all the possible outcomes of this situation. None of his answers made any sense, the dots were not connecting at all. This pissed him off more than it should have.

 Deciding to give up, he moved on to the top floor where the CEO's office was, along with his own. Jaebeom's job title wasn't much, but that charming personality of his got him that spot on the top floor alongside the CEO. Everyone hated that Jaebeom got special treatment because he came here with no experience. He created enemies, did he care? No. It made him mad with power. He enjoyed that idea of people hating what he had and what they couldn't get.

 There was a scream that pulled Jaebeom out of his thoughts. "Where is he?! What do you mean you can't find him?!" one of the cops said into his phone.

 This is where it became challenging for Jaebeom, finding a clear path into the hallway without getting spotted by anyone. Peeking through the crack of the door, he noticed a tall man with a tan trenchcoat dressed up in an expensive suit. The realization hits him when he notices who the man was. It was none other than Kim Namjoon, a leader in the underground business and upper business, but to Jaebeom he was just a rival.

 He wondered why Namjoon was here, he had no business being here. Yet here he was waltzing into the company like he owns the place. The confidence that Namjoon gave off made Jaebeom sick to his stomach. How could someone just act confident all the time?

 "God, he's so infuriating, like can't this man even act normal," Jaebeom muttered to himself. "I just want to punch that stupid smirk off of his face."

 The wheels were turning in Jaebeom's head that after everything, he was getting some luck after the morning he had today. Reopening the door, he noticed Namjoon walking away from the coat closet. This was his opportunity to get rid of his ID card.

 He couldn't go out into the main hallway, he would get spotted quick. He needed to find a way to get himself into that coat closet. He had to think of something fast, there wasn't much time to waste. Looking back to where the officer was, Jaebeom couldn't find him.

 "Where did he go? He was just there," he told himself. Another voice caught his attention and it was from the CEO, Baekhyun. He was talking to the officer that Jaebeom was looking for. He felt so blessed to have him occupied. Looking left and right, he noticed that the coast was clear and booked it straight to the coat closet.

 Closing the door behind him, he was met with darkness, looking for the light switch with his hands. As he found the switch, the small closed space lit up. "Now where is that trenchcoat of yours," he whispered. "Ah, I found you, my dear sweet savior. Oh, how you are saving me from so much work."

Grabbing his ID from his coat pocket, he quickly placed it in Namjoon's trenchcoat and turned back around. Opening the door, he made sure the coast was clear once again and stepped out. Jaebeom made his way to the CEO's office and knocked on the door. Baekyhun and the officer turned their heads, noticing that it was Jaebeom.

 "There he is! Get him," Baekyhun loudly spoke.

 The officer was charged towards Jaebeom and before he could utter a word his hands were behind his back and his body slammed against the door. Groaning out loud from the impact Jaebeom asked, "What's going on, why am I getting slammed on a damn door by an officer?!"

 "Quit playing coy, Lim, what did you do with the money you stole from the company?" Baekhyun asked.

 Facing the man who asked the question, "I don't know what is going on, I just got here," Jaebeom's voice dropped a few octaves deeper.

 Baekhyun darted towards Jaebeom pushing the officer out of the way and turning Jaebeom around to face him. "Lim, I won't ask you again. Where is the money?!" he yelled, stressing each word as he spoke.

 "And I'm going to tell you again that I don't know what you are talking about!" Jaebeom rebutted back to the CEO.

 Baekyhun was just fuming with anger from Jaebeom's answer. Baekyhun swore that he was just bluffing and acting dumb, but the confusion on his face made his story more believable. Letting go of Jaebeom, Baekyhun walked towards the window of his office that gave him the best view of the busy city below. He was at a crossroads, not knowing what to do. He wanted to believe Jaebeom but the evidence was right there.

 Jaebeom silently watched his boss freak out, trying to understand the words that he spoke. His boss was at war with himself. Jaebeom thought he could use this as an advantage; to confuse the man more than he was.

 "Baekhyun, you know that I would never do anything to harm this company or to betray your trust," he spoke out loud.

 Baekhyun just stared at the man, his expression unreadable. Jaebeom couldn't figure out what he was thinking. Was Baekhyun figuring out that everything he's said was a lie? Jaebeom couldn't go down like this, this was not going to be the end.

 "Baekhyun, please I don't know what is going on, but I can tell you that I haven't seen my ID since yesterday. If that can help my case in any way," he hopelessly said.

 Jaebeom silently pleaded with Baekhyun to give him a chance to hear him out, which reluctantly he did. Baekyhun gave a hand signal to the police officer to leave the room and give the men privacy. "You have five minutes to tell me your side of the story or I'll ask the cops to take you away from here," he insisted.

 "As I said before, I haven't seen my ID since yesterday. The last time I saw the thing it was on my desk in my office. After that, I couldn't find it," Jaebeom lied through his teeth.

 "You lost your ID and didn't bother telling anyone about this?" Baekhyun questioned him.

 "Listen, I didn't think much of it when I couldn't find it after I left work. I thought I could find it when I got here today, but here we are." Jaebeom briefly paused.

 "I was planning on telling you today if I ended up not finding it!" he continued, "I can show you where I left it in my office and you can let the officer search too."

 Baekhyun was hesitant on taking Jaebeom's offer on searching his office, he was stressed and he was doubting everything that was said by this man. His trust in him was dropping rapidly, but did he have another choice? He had to go for it even if he ended up looking like a fool.

 Rising from his seat, Baekhyun walked around his desk and stood in front of Jaebeom and just stared him down. "If I found out that you are just fucking around and we find that ID of yours, you are out of here and out of my sight," leaving Jaebeom in his seat, Baekhyun walked towards the door and looked back, "Hurry up, we don't have all day. I have to do damage control because of you."

 Jaebeom quickly got up from his seat and followed his boss from behind, making their way to his office. The officer trailing along asked where they both were heading, Baekhyun quickly answering, "To his office, we are going to search for that ID card of his that supposedly was lost."

 "But sir, we don't have a search warrant to partake in this. We will not be able to assist you," the officer explained.

 Baekhyun continued to make his way to Jaebeom's office, telling anyone that walked past him to follow. Not a word was uttered when he spoke to anyone. The workers just simply followed like mindless slaves, not questioning his orders.

 Walking into the office, Baekhyun strolled quickly to the desk in the middle of the office and began to rummage through the files that laid on top neatly. Everyone that followed along began to do the same, going to different parts of the room and not leaving a corner unturned. Jaebeom just stood by the door not knowing what to do with himself besides watching the disaster unfold.

 Looking up to face the man that caused all the distress, Baekhyun spoke out loud, "Lim, it is best if you stepped outside and just stood by with the officer. You are truly not needed here."

 Jaebeom was offended by the words that the man spoke to him. It never crossed his mind that he would be pushed out of something that involved him. "To be fair Baekhyun, I don't think that is a good idea. What if one of the workers here is the culprit and trying to frame me over what happened? I'm sorry but I am not leaving this room until you all leave with me." His voice roared across the room.

 Baekhuyn rolled his eyes at his subordinate's stubbornness, it made him feel sick to his stomach that he did not want to walk. This was something that Jaebeom took very seriously. Never once did this man raise his voice at anyone during the job. He took everything that was handed to him without a single complaint. It scared Baekhyun that Jaebeom stood his ground and didn't budge one bit.

 "If you won't leave then stand by the door and don't get into anyone's way, Lim," he spoke with venom in his voice.

 Pleased with the response from his boss, he walked back to the door and just watched. No one knew what was to come at the end of this search. It was entertaining to watch everyone look through his belongings. They were never going to find anything and it made him ecstatic to have this type of knowledge over people.

 "Sir, we couldn't find anything in the cabinets,"

 "Sir, the bookshelf is clean,"

 One by one each person that Baekhyun brought with him ended up not finding anything. This made his blood boil, that not only could they not find anything, he as well couldn't come up with anything. His whole office was clean. Countless thoughts came to mind that gave him a migraine. Where could that ID of his be? Who took it? All these questions came to mind and none of the answers that he came up with seemed logical.

 With a huge sigh, Baekhyun told everyone to go back to work, this was a huge blow for his ego. Being proven wrong was his least favorite thing in the world. Being right about everything made his day, the power he felt was his drug. It was intoxicating to him. He needed this. Slamming the folders that laid on the desk, Baekhyun paced towards Jaebeom with anger in his eyes, he was not pleased when everyone came up short in their findings.

 "I don't know where you hid that ID of yours but if it's not found in the next twenty-four hours, you are on your own." he spat.

 Jaebeom wasn't shocked that his boss was worked up over not finding the missing ID. It actually made his day. Playing coy was his strongest suit; he enjoyed playing clueless. This was a win for him, the sight of his boss losing hope little by little. Everything was falling into place on how he imagined it, sweet victory was close. All he needed was the last piece to fall into place.

 Baekhyun sighed out loud, finally releasing Jaebeom from his grip and walked out of the ruined office. Jaebeom looked around and just smirked like a mad man and decided it was time to wrap things up. Shouts could be heard from his office, which made Jaebeom run out to where the commotion was. All he saw was three cops surrounding Namjoon, who was confused with everything trying to explain.

 One of the officers quickly grabbed hold of Namjoon and roughly pushed him against the nearest wall, "Kim Namjoon, you're under arrest!"

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A Case of Bureaucracy Pt 6 (Siduri, Hakuno, CasGil, Gudako, Rin)

Thus Far: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

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“I’m not a tea person. I have no preference,” Hakuno reminded him again. “I just don’t like bitter things.”

He still wasn’t listening, opting to sip more of his drink and greet the company that soon came through the door. Siduri’s small smile and her news of dinner being in an hour was enough to make her groan internally.

“I should go get some of my things,” Hakuno found herself telling the arrogant man.

“We can push back dinner,” Gilgamesh pointed out.

“Actually,” Siduri shifted, looking between them. “Enkidu is planning to join for dinner.”

The blond winced.

“I have tried to tell them that you want time to settle in more with your wife, but they were very insistent on being able to join this evening.”

“I thought Enkidu had a shoot.”

Siduri shook her head. “I checked. They’ve been meandering, it seems.”

Whatever that meant, it looked like it left old Gilgamesh none too pleased. Even more, she could see Siduri glancing her way, feigning another smile, although the look in her eyes said she was struggling.

So Enkidu had taken a day off.

Good for them. The place felt like a large, golden trimmed prison with wardens and cameras around every corner. The maids were gossips and the warden herself was influential enough to her that she was sitting here in clothes that were not her own and sipping tea with the world’s most arrogant arachnophobe.

“Hakuno and I will simply have to not keep Enkidu waiting.”

Gilgamesh stood up, brushing a hand down his button up and reaching her way.

“Come along, Hakuno.”

Come along, Hakuno, Hakuno thought to herself, sighing as she took the man’s hand.

How hard was it to divorce someone whom you married by mistake? It should have been a quick case of, ‘oh no. We’re married and we don’t know one another. Let me sign here and you sign there and- done. Divorced.’

The two of them should have been already eating separately, this place a mere memory in her head.

But that wasn’t the case and Hakuno found herself slipped under the blond’s arm, his beefy enough arm reminding her that she was far from home.

“Please take your time. I can distract Enkidu for a while,” Siduri told them.

“Do that,” Gilgamesh replied.

“Don’t you need someone to bring the car around?” That was how it worked in the movies, after all.

“We don’t have a great deal of time.” Gilgamesh moved forward with that, opening one of the doors off the other sitting room, ushering her to a long hallway and to the other end of the house.

The lights came on. The cars gleamed in a row of red and golden colored vehicles. The place was too modern, too cold, like the rest of the house. She still had the urge to wrap her hands before touching anything. She still felt like someone should be taking pictures instead of living here.

“We’ll take this one.”

Right. This one.

The golden vehicle looked like someone had melted a gold bar over a frame of some sort. The brand logo gleamed under the low lights, reminding her well of when she had worked with Roma under Nero’s smiling face.

The inside was no better.

The gleam of the dashboard over the black interior bathed the space in a faint blue. The trim of the vehicle was adorned in a wooden looking finish and LEDs. Gilgamesh himself was already pressing the button on the dash, lifting up the lights from the front of the car and pressing another button to start the garage door.

“First time?”

“I rode a car here,” she pointed out.

The sound of his laughter came a moment before he sped forth, racing into the world outside and along the path towards the house.

“You must visit the courthouse often.”

She could almost hear sirens already. Here she was riding in the car with some kind of lunatic.

“Hmm?” Gilgamesh shifted.

Hakuno stopped him as he went to turn his head. “DON’T LOOK AWAY FROM THE ROAD!”

“I’ve driven this path a thousand times. It’s fine-“

She kept her hands on his face, forcing him to face forward. Adrenaline junkie or not, he wasn’t getting them a near death experience today because of his lack of attention for tasks.

“Hakuno, remove your hands. You can’t afford my face.”

“Keep your eyes on the road and maybe I wouldn’t have to touch your baby face.”

“Excuse me?”

It was baby soft. What did he expect?

But he reached up, pulling the hands off one at a time before they made it out to where the real world was. The car raced along the roads, speeding passed the police cars and around corners. Others were honking, but the man was already passed them, too far ahead to ever be caught.

“Do you even know where you’re going?” Hakuno asked him.

“No.”

She really hated this guy.

She really did.

“Take the next turn,” she offered. “Masters Street is what you’re looking for. There’s a large apartment complex. You can’t miss it.”

You can’t miss it, but he did a loop three times around the building.

The sheer gleam of the guy as they walked into the building was like some kind of spotlight, bringing everyone’s attention to him.

Flashy, flamboyant man right here, he seemed to advertise, in desperate need of being spoiled by every single person that I meet. Take me to your finest of everything so I can exercise my talent of being obscenely critical.

A few of the more questionable apartment owners waved in Gilgamesh’s direction, eyes following them until Hakuno opted for the stairs. 

She needed air, breathing room.

More importantly, she needed the exercise and time to not look at Gilgamesh. Having to run up these stairs, even in heels, was better than having Gilgamesh next to her in the mirrored elevators. 

“Hakuno, these stairs are ancient. This can’t be livable.”

She was ready to curl up in bed now and forget about dinner.

Hakuno shoved a hand into her pockets as they got to her floor, her eyes landing on her door just as she grasped- air.

I’m not wearing my clothes.

Which meant her house keys were currently on the bed in that bedroom she’d changed in, alongside her wallet and phone.

Cursing her luck, she had no other choice. Her fists pounded on the crappy wood door, watching it rattle on its hinges. No noise that it made could drown out the sounds of Gudako and Rin racing for the door. The thumps and slams on the other side gave away the head to head race happening just beyond.

“…HAKUNO!”

Rin won, although that was little surprise. Her hair a mess of brown and her shoulders graced by the redheaded roommate of theirs, both Rin and Gudako looked over at her as they opened the door.

“Holy shit, you look cute,” Gudako observed. “New clothes?”

“It’s a long story,” Hakuno replied.

“We were approached and told to go home,” Rin pointed out. “You got married apparently? What happened to getting patents? I thought- ...Who’s this?”

Right. Gilgamesh.

Hakuno took a breath, beginning the introduction.

“Rin. Gudako. This is-“

An arrogant man. That was all she could think as she felt him move. 

The man behind her was already moving in, pressing his lips to her neck. His hands seemed to know where to hold her, pulling her up against his stone slab of a chest as he chuckled near her ear. 

“I’m sure the two of you already know who I am,” Gilgamesh boasted. “Hakuno speaks of you often. Gilgamesh King. We’re here to get my wife’s things.”

Rin and Gudako looked to one another before giving him a bemused frown.

“I can explain,” Hakuno began.

However, yet again, Gilgamesh was pushing forward, getting them into the apartment where he curled his lip at the interior.

“Hakuno and I were married earlier. It was a quiet affair. You’ve seen my work. It’s important to be able to enjoy personal affairs… personally,” he hesitated on that last bit.

Probably because he was full of shit.

“Hakuno, who is this guy?” Rin glared up at him. “There’s something about him that I don’t like.”

“The feeling is mutual.”

Rin’s frown darkened.

“Gilgamesh makes videos,” Hakuno explained. “He’s an actor or something.”

“Oh! That explains the flashiness.” Gudako nodded. “Hot damn. I didn’t think you’d marry an actor. Kinda weird for you, but you always do like the arrogant guys in movies.”

She wasn’t going to touch that.

“Hakuno!”

“I have to grab my things, Gudako, but come with me if you want to talk more.”

Her group wasn’t stopping with that. Rin took the lead in follow, Gudako trailing after with a grin towards Gilgamesh.

“How long have the two of you been dating?” Rin asked.

“Six months,” Gilgamesh replied.

“You were cheating on Emiya?”

Hakuno groaned, running a hand over her face.

Was this what that situation before had been like for Gilgamesh? Arrogantly spout answers that could be poked holes into? God, but they weren’t good at lying, were they?

“You got us, Rin.” Hakuno glanced over at her as she pulled a suitcase from her closet. “I officially got to talk to Gilgamesh today. We were married by a mistake and I’m planning to live with him for a while until we divorce.”

Rin groaned. “You never tell me anything! You’re so confusing, Hakuno! Just tell me, were you cheating before?”

“No, I just wasn’t in a serious relationship with Gilgamesh.”

Rin nodded, glancing over at him. “We don’t know anything about you. What movies are you in?”

“Oh, yeah.” Gudako grinned. “I want to see your movies too.”

“I’m not a film actor. I am an internet personality with-“

She moved around Rin and Gudako and yanked the man in, pressing her lips to his before she had to start explaining internet things to Rin again. The man stumbled a little as she held his shirt, his hands going to her person.

“I-I think I hear Cu calling, Rin?”

“What? He told me that he went to sleep!”

The sound of footsteps could be heard, but Hakuno found herself pulled closer. Gilgamesh’s arms were pulling her in, his mouth moving against hers more.

“You’re taking advantage of this,” he murmured as their lips parted.

“Rin doesn’t use technology. Ever.” Hakuno shook her head. “She can barely manage her phone calls with her boyfriend. Do not try to explain these things to her.”

“They asked about my film career.”

“We really need to have a serious talk about how we’re going to manage to look like a normal relationship. I was dating someone until a month ago.”

“But it wasn’t serious.”

He seemed so confident about that. Meanwhile, she could only sigh, slowly releasing the man’s shirt.

“Who’s Enkidu?” she began.

“Hmm?”

“I have to pack.” Hakuno motioned at the room. “While I grab a few things to bring with me to your home, we might as well get our story straight. You’ve met Rin and Gudako. They’re pretty much the only two people I’m close to. They know we’ve been seeing one another and have gotten married. Gudako may look you up later, but Rin won’t give you too much thought since she trusts me to make my own weird decisions.”

She opened her top drawer and began to dump clothes in, glancing his way after another moment.

“So- since we have some time. Who is Enkidu? What do I need to know for this? What’s your favorite color? What do you like? And also, what do you hate?”

The man was still staring.

“Or we could just divorce,” she offered again.

“Enkidu is the model I mentioned earlier. They’ll ask you a lot of questions, but ignore them and just turn the attention back to me. That’s all you need.”

Hakuno threw one of her projects at him, making him catch the lotion bottle or get hit.

“What’s this?”

“First thing you need to know about me: I don’t stop when I have goals. That’s my creation that I have those patents for. One of many, actually. I plan to give that to Siduri when we get back.”

She dumped a bit more in the suitcase, heading towards her bathroom for her toiletries next.

“Second thing is, I don’t need much. I am self-sufficient. I don’t need any extra things or many creature comforts. Sweets don’t count, but sweets are a food group for a reason.”

She came back into the room and filled her suitcase a little more, carefully making sure the bottles were closed before placing them into the bag.

“There’s nothing special to know about me, so you can rest easy. You’ve gotten the most uninteresting bride of all. I make things and I spend time with my two friends. That’s it.”

The man looked around at the room again before moving forward. Those red eyes seemed to flash as she found him looming over her, his hand tilting her chin back. Then, as she looked up into that gaze, she found her breath catching.

“Do not speak like that again,” he murmured. “Nothing special is for others. You are married to me. That means what is mine is yours. You are the wife to the one man in Fuyuki who can sell anything with his name alone. You are the owner of the great Uruk estate alongside me. You have gardens others grow green with envy about. You are adorned in clothes others can only dream about. And then, at night, you get to rest next to me.”

Her face was burning, alongside the rest of her existence as the man leaned in close and purred the words to her. His hot breath fanned at her face, his hold keeping her upright.

“You married the great King, Hakuno.”

The bed met her back. The man himself had somehow pushed her bedroom door closed.

“This is not where I would have wanted to begin this, but you’ve been teasing me with all that bouncing up the stairs and kissing me. You’ve made your intentions clear enough.”

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The Carnation ~ Part 5

summary: the media always told you that the famous art critic bucky barnes is an arrogant, rude playboy and you agree, but something still draws you to him. is there a deeper reason to why he acts the way he does or is he the class A jackass you first met?

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“No. 

I’m not telling the police” You powered off your phone and left your room.

You got in your car and drove to your art studio. It had been a tough couple of days but you still needed to work. You just wanted life to go back to normal, but you weren’t sure that would ever happen. You hoped Bucky was okay. You imagined waking up without an arm in a random hospital room would be difficult. 

A wave of guilt overcame you. You were feeling sorry for yourself when Bucky was in the hospital. 

You were doubting your decision not to tell the police, but you quickly brushed it away. You had your reasons. Telling authorities would just put more stress on Bucky, not to mention his agent could hurt him because of it. 

Why couldn’t this be a black and white situation?

Before you knew it you had arrived at the building. You picked up your sketchbook and headed to the door. 

You entered to find it empty. You looked around feeling a little crestfallen. 

You had half expected Bucky to be there in his usual spot, ready to make fun of you like always. Maybe it had all been a bad dream. You knew it was irrational but it was all you had. 

You sighed and put your supplies on the table. 

You pulled out a chair with a scraping sound and began working. Well you tried. When you attempted to warm up it all just came out wrong. Sketches aren't meant to be perfect but these were just plain bad. Your lines were far too dark, they weren’t flowing, it was just a mess. 

You ripped out the piece of paper and crumpled it up. You huffed in frustration. You drew up a couple more sketches but they ended out about as good as the first ones. Halfway through the last one your pencil lead snapped. Your lips tightened into a thin line. 

You were tense and exhausted and your art reflected that. How did life ruin the one thing you thought was untouchable? You hit your fist on your head. You tried so hard to ignore your thoughts but they just tumbled out.

What if Bucky had died? What would you have done knowing you were partly responsible for his death? 

Even if you didn’t dive into fantasy scenarios, his amputation was still your fault. He probably blamed you. What if he hated you now? You had just come to terms with how you felt about him and it was all for nothing. You wouldn’t blame him if he never wanted to see you again. You weren't sure what you would do in his place. 

You prayed he would still want to be at least friends if nothing more. But the more you thought the less likely it seemed. 

As you got lost in thought your hand seemed to move around on it’s own. Your pencil danced around the page, quick and sharp. You weren’t fully conscious of what you were doing. 

Is he going to sue me? You couldn’t afford for that to happen right now. You were just barely scraping by. Brooklyn is a pricey place to live. Steve would know what to do. He’d know how to handle situations like these. But he was across the country living blissfully ignorant. God how you wished that could be you. 

You realized what you had scrawled all over your page. It was a series of carnations, all splashed sporadically across the paper. You covered your mouth. Tears started overflowing onto your cheeks. You didn’t know why. A sob racked your body.

Your emotions clouded your mind, leaving you completely oblivious to the figure that had walked in. You shuddered out a breath as the person moved hesitantly towards you.

“Hey.” You jumped. You whipped your head around to see a certain blonde subordinate.

“Woah,” she said, backing up a bit. “Easy.” You swiftly moved to wipe away your tears.

“Hi Sharon--uh--what are you doing here?” you demanded. She clasped her hands together.

“Well, I work here,” she responded with a shy smile. You looked at her annoyed.

“Please just go do whatever you’re gonna do. Leave me alone,” you hissed. You were far too overwhelmed to deal with her right now. She didn’t move a hair.

“Are you okay? You seem really stressed,” she paused. “...and I heard about what happened to Bucky on the news. I know you guys are friends and I just wanted to check up on you.”

You looked up at her surprised, but you tried not to show it.

“Oh. I--um--...thanks,” you mumbled. “I’m really alright though.” You knew you didn’t sound convincing.

“We aren’t that close, who am I kidding, we aren’t even really friends he’s just an--an annoying guy Steve knows,” you insisted. Sharon gave you a look that told you she definitely didn’t believe any of your bullshit. Her mouth lifted into a half smile.

“We both know that isn’t true.” You needed to work on hiding your feelings. She shifted her posture.

“Look, I know we don’t know each other very well... but I just want you to know if you ever need anyone to talk to I’m--uh--I’m here. Maybe one day we can even be friends.” After a moment of consideration Sharon quickly left to her easel. 

You sat there dumbfounded. Your first instinct when you had met Sharon was that she was shallow and idiotic. The way she spoke to you like you were a child and her little mannerisms just rubbed you the wrong way. 

A couple of weeks ago if this same scenario had happened you would have fully dismissed it, but after meeting Bucky and realizing people had an infinite amount of layers, you just couldn’t. You spun your head around to look at her.

“Sharon!” you called. You made eye contact. You took a breath and continued, “Thank you.” She nodded toward you. 

Maybe you were wrong about her. You went back to work feeling lighter than you had before. Strange. 

When you touched the lead to the page it came out an elegant alstroemeria. Your lips quirked into a soft grin. You could almost forget your predicament. 

You began to sink into your art. This is why you loved it. It’s a different world where none of your troubles exist. One you can control. 

You continued to draw as the zen symphony played on the radio. You were focused. Your tears had smudged some of the led but it would be alright. 

The sun rose and fell again. Before you knew what was happening the morning shifted to afternoon. You heard the jingles of people entering and leaving. Pages being turned and pencils against paper. 

In what seemed like barely any time at all the glowing ball in the sky was skimming the horizon, ready to head in for the night. You were still blissfully drawing whatever came to mind. Everything will be fine. 

You were searching for a fan brush in the supply closet when you heard the muffled sound of the bell chime again. Your eyebrows scrunched. Nobody should be coming in and you were pretty sure everyone had left. 

The little ball of anxiety you had kept mostly at bay started growing once more. You turned around and looked through the closet window.  You couldn’t see anyone. You tiptoed to the door, making sure you didn’t make a sound. You grasped the door handle and turned it slowly. You opened it just a gap. You swallowed.

“Hello?” you asked with caution. No reply but there was a rustle. Your heartbeat spiked. You got this, you told yourself and held your breath. You opened the door completely and walked out with trembling legs. It was dead silent and dark outside. Not a great recipe.

“AAHH!” A figure jumped out. You shrieked, squeezed your eyes shut, and ducked. You heard the person laugh. 

Huh? That definitely sounded familiar. 

You dared to take a peek at your attacker. Your eyes found his baby blue.

“Bucky?” you asked incredulously. He grinned at you.

“Miss me?” You were at a loss for words. You stuttered.

“Wh--how--wh--what?” Bucky crossed his arms.

“Use your words y/n.” You looked at him annoyed.

“You’re so stupid,” you told him but engulfed him in a hug. He returned, holding you tight against him. You were happy he was back but also incredibly confused.

“Aren’t you definitely supposed to be in the hospital right now, you know, healing?” He scratched his face in fake thought. 

“Yeah, I was, but now it’s kind of not that way,” he replied. 

“Wow, poetic,” you retorted sarcastically.

“Why, thank you,” he stepped back into a bow. That’s when you actually got a good look at him. 

Wait.

“Do--do you have two arms or am I just hallucinating?” You were an even mixture of extremely disoriented and concerned. He chuckled. 

“No, you're not hallucinating you weirdo. I uh--,” he rubbed his neck. “--I did a thing…” When he didn’t resume you looked at him expectantly.

“Are you gonna explain?” He glanced back.

“I will but--but not here.” he lowered his voice at the last part. He shoved you back into the closet.

“Wha--hey!” he covered your mouth and shushed you. He closed and locked the door. He breathed a sigh of relief.

“What’s going on?” He licked his lips.

“Well when you left the hospital, I’m pretty sure my uh--,” he hesitated. “...my manager visited me.”

“What?” he shushed you again.

“Now, I don’t know what he’s planning but it can’t be good, and I need you to promise me to be safe,” he pleaded.

“Yeah of course I will, oh my god.” You covered your mouth in shock.

“But what about your arm?” His eyes widened as if he’d forgotten about it.

“Oh yeah, it’s a prosthetic. Giant metal experiment thing. Supposed to be super powered or something, that’s why I got out of the hospital so quickly. To help adjust they also gave me this serum, I’m--I’m not really sure how it works. Everything’s a bit of a blur. Anyway, just--be on the lookout, okay?” He looked at you like there was no one else. You nodded. 

That’s when you realized the position you were in. Bucky pushing you up against the shelves in a cramped closet, your faces just inches from each other. You suddenly felt very hot. He bit his lip. You caught his eyes glancing down. 

He leaned in just a little bit. You could feel his breath. You tilted your head forward and brushed your lips against his. 

You didn’t register what was happening when he suddenly jerked away. He wasn’t making eye contact. He was looking below that. You altered your gaze to mimic his. 

There you saw a giant, vibrant purple hickey. Bucky looked like his world had been shattered. He backed against the door. 

How did you miss that?

“No--no, It’s--” Not what you think? It was exactly what he thought. You didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry, I--I have to go,” he stammered out and left as quickly as he appeared, slamming the door. You went to chase after him.

“No, please! Come back I can explain!” You exited the closet to find he was already gone. You screamed in frustration, kicking the wall. You collapsed into a ball on the ground. A thought came to you.

Why did he even care? He hated you...right? Maybe you should’ve run after him, but maybe it was for the best. 

Bucky burst out the door. It was pouring rain but that was the least of his concerns.

Why was he reacting like this? It’s just you...with a hickey. He bit the inside of his mouth and kept running. Every step splashed more water onto his coat. He ran to his car and slammed his hand on the windshield. 

Was he angry? Sad? Bucky couldn’t tell. He just wanted to leave and never stop. 

He desperately clawed his pocket for his keys and clicked them with a loud beep. The brunette tugged the door open and shut it just as quickly, sinking into his seat. 

He couldn’t believe any of this was happening and he felt like he was losing his mind. He tugged his heavy, soaking hair.

The sound of a gun cocking in the back seat snapped him back to reality. A low, haunting voice followed.

“Hey, James. How’ve you been?” 

so school just got canceled for the rest of my trimester :/ but at least that means i get to write more! thanks for reading and feedback is always appreciated! stay safe out there!

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Little Sh!t

Wacky Drabble #10 That wasnt so hard, was it?

I've had this one in my stash for a while, thought I'd finally finish it up and use it for something.

Warning: PROFANITY

Drake, Liam, Riley and 5 yr old Nikolas.

1106 Words, just barely over the limit.

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Riley crouched down to place a loving kiss on her sons cheek, "I'll be home soon....be a really good boy for Uncle Drake while I'm at this meeting okay?"

A wide grin with two front missing teeth is flashed and he hugs his mother tight, "I will mommy....I love my Uncle Drake".

Drake's big marshmallow heart melted upon that proclamation and he gripped his godson's shoulders, "I love you too kiddo".

Worried, Riley took Drake aside, "I just want to warn you....he spent the weekend with Leo and his boys and returned with some....shall we say.... colorful language and now likes to play tricks on everyone....so be careful Drake."

Drake chuckled, "Have we met Brooks?...I've been known to use some "colorful" language from time to time....I don't think it will be a problem".

Riley grimmaced back at him, "Its different when it comes to a five year old prince though....he actually told Madeleine to fuck herself yesterday.....damn it Leo".

Drake snorted loudly, "he's only saying what the rest of us want to, and besides, its probably the first fuck she's had in years".

Riley shrugged her shoulders in agreement, "I suppose, but after what he's done to Liam, we can't let our guard down".

"What he do to Liam?".

She looked at her son, playing innocently with his toy truck on the floor, shaking her head. "What hasn't he done....he's removed all the L's from his computers..he shaved one of his eyebrows during a nap...oh...oh..and the kicker was the super glue in his underwear yesterday, that was horrific".

Drake snickered, "I thought he looked a little pale yesterday.....Nik is just all boy, I wouldn't worry about it".

"Well, if you need me or Liam, text us".

He grabs both of her arms and gently glides her to the door, "It'll be fine, trust me....Nik and I are amigos".

After she leaves, Drake turns in time to see Nikolas bolt up the stairs and he follows after him curiously, "Hey, where ya going pal?".

He searched Nik's room, the guest rooms, the bathroom, and the hall closets, however, he could not find him anywhere.

Drake finally heard a buzzing sound from Liam and Riley's bedroom, so he opened the door, "Hey pal, you in here?"

A purple flash crosses in front of him and hits him square in the face.

"You're terminated fucker!", Nikolas yells as he jumps around in victory, highly proud of himself.

Drake rubs his sore nose and with a scowl looks down to see what Nik had thrown at him. His eyes widened as he realized what the purple vibrating object was, then noticed the boy had a larger, pink one still in his little hands. He ran his own hand along the back of his neck, "Ugh...buddy...where'd you get those?"

"In mommy's drawer.... they're light sabers dumbass, now prepare to die you scummy bastard!"

Nikolas charged full speed towards Drake with the pink one aimed directly at him. Once he was close enough, Drake grabbed him around the waist and hoisted him upon his shoulder, "Boy....I swear, I'll wear your little ass out...calm down and put those things....".

He wasn't even able to finish his sentance when Nikolas started jabbing it into the back of Drake's head causing him to lose his grip. Nik fell to the floor and immediately took off again, not even phased.

"That little shit", Drake groaned before running out of the room to find him.

Drake walked downstairs and saw him sitting on the couch watching cartoons. He was hesitant to approach him at first, but, Nik seemed to be more relaxed, so Drake sat on the other end of the couch.

The boy sat quietly watching his show, Drake eyeing him the entire time. After several minutes, Nik jumped up suddenly, causing Drake to duck for cover. "Uncle Drake, can you make me some hot chocolate, PLEASE", he asked with pleading eyes.

With that kind of look, Drake couldn't say no to him as he relaxed from his hypervigilent state. They both walked into the kitchen and Drake prepared the ingredients as Nik watched keenly at his side. When it was finished, Drake poured two mugs full and topped them off with marshmallows.

Drake handed a mug to Nikolas, cautioning him to be careful. Nikolas sneered at it, "I WANT SPRINKLES!!! I WANT SPRINKLES!!", he yelled.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!", Drake yelled back at him in frustration as he slammed open cabinet doors looking for sprinkles. "Fuck your damn sprinkles!"

While he was searching, Nikolas pulled a laxative from his pocket, unwrapped it and placed it in Drake's mug.

Drake finally found the sprinkles and went to pour them in Nik's drink, but, the child covered his mug and smiled back, "Nevermind". Taking his drink and sitting at the table.

Drake mumbled several obsenities under his breath and contemplated what the consequences of treason against the crown prince entailed. He was afraid to sit next to Nik so he stood at the counter, sipping his drink, wondering why Nikolas was smiling so brightly at him. I bet that little shit is plotting my murder right now.

Several minutes passed and both had finished off their hot chocolate. Nikolas's blue eyes glistening with uncontainable anticipation that gave Drake an uneasy feeling in his stomach. In fact, the growl and rumbles were becoming more and more unsettling, as he washed both of their mugs and put them away.

Drake clutched his stomach as he felt his face warm and flush. He gulped loudly when his lower intestines started to gurgle wildly, taking off for the nearest bathroom.

He sat down and let go, suddenly realizing everything is not as it seems. He opened his legs and looked between them, there was clear wrap over the toilet. As he tried to get up, he found himself stuck, as well.

"NIKOLAS!!!!!!!!!!!".

Nik innocently opened the bathroom door, cell phone in hand, live streaming to Liam's official facebook page.

He waves at the camera, "Hello everyone, I'm the Prince of Condomonia", he flips the camera around to show Drake sitting on toilet, "...and this is my Uncle, Drake Walker taking a shit", he giggles.

The Royal Council was in the middle of their meeting, when several phones start buzzing one after the other. Each member, including Liam and Riley taking a nonchalant peak, to appear as if they were still interested in Godfrey's ramblings.

The CBC was now broadcasting the live stream coming from the King's Facebook page.

Liam and Riley watched in horror as a shot of Drake sitting on the toilet, wiggling furiously to unloosen himself, cursing words they had never heard of before, was shown. Their young son singing in the background...

"....when you're running from the police and you feel that anal grease...diarrhea...diarrhea!..."

Maxwell sits up excitedly, "Hey, I taught him that, and he's getting all the words right this time".

Liam and Riley dashed from the meeting room and headed for their quarters; Liam running a little slower, due to the burning, raw feeling still in his balls from the super glue incident.

"...when you're sitting on the commode and your butt starts to explode...diarrhea...diarrhea".

Liam snatches up his son's cell phone, live stream still going. He looks in the camera with a stoic face and using his Kingly voice, "Diarrhea is the number one killer of men in Southeast Cordonia....please remember to take your vitamins everyday and eat plenty of fiber. This has been a message from you monarch...good day".

Due to the fierce rage in Drake's eyes and the incessant use of the word fuck, Riley picked up Nikolas, who was now crying, and carried him away to safety.

Liam inched closer to Drake, holding his hands defensively in front of him, "Easy there buddy....Im not gonna hurt you".

Drake was seething and almost appeared manic, "Liam", he whispered with a growl.

Liam decided to take a small step back to give Drake some breathing room and to avoid any sneaky, killer moves Drake could manage with his hands. Speaking softly to him "Drake...my best friend since we were kids....can you use your inside voice to tell me what happened?"

"My inside voice?", Drake grinned back at him. "My.... inside voice?", he said a little louder. "Come a little closer Liam, so you can hear me using my inside voice while I tell you how I'm going to cut your sons nuts off and feed them to the fucking corgi's".

Liam gasped out at hearing his precious son threatened in such a manner. He stood taller and straightened his suit jacket, "I see we have reached an impass....I will have Bastien get you loosened from the toilet once you can assure me you won't hurt Nikolas and call housekeeping to clean this mess up.....and Drake, I'm truly sorry for your unfortunate situation at the hands of my child".

Drake continued to wiggle, getting more and more of himself loosened by the minute.

Liam called Bastien who arrived shortly after, more for security reasons than to help Drake. Bastien helped Drake break free while keeping his tranquilizer gun close by in case he became beligerant....well, more than be already was.

Drake washed up and exited the bathroom, then walked into the living room where Liam, Riley and Nikolas were huddled on the couch. Nik was still crying and Liam was trying to shield him from a sudden, sneak attack.

Riley stood to face him in concer , "Drake, Im so sorry, are you okay".

Drake nodded his head calmly, "I'm fine...just please tell me you are going to beat his ass though".

Liam covered Nikolas' ears, "Drake!! we use positive consequences in this house, we don't believe in corporal punishment...Dr. Spock says..".

"Fuck Dr. Spock.... I believe in an eye for an eye and since my ass hurts right now, I want that little shit's ass blistered".

Riley placed both hands on Drake's chest, easing him back. She turned to Nikolas and tried to pull him away from Liam's protective grip, "He's going to apologize and then we will discuss a proper punishment later".

Liam relunctantly let go as Riley led her son up to Drake, telling him to apologize for his behavior.

Drake didn't want an apology, he wanted death, however, one look at Nikolas and his tears of fear, broke his heart. He leaned down and picked Nik up in his arms, consoling him, "It's okay little pal, its all over".

Nik continued to sniffle, hugging Drake tightly, "I'm so sorry Uncle Drake....I love you".

"I love you too Nikolas"

Riley smiled at them both, " See, that wasn't so hard, was it?".

Drake left the quarters and headed to his room. He was exhausted, sore, and a little worse for wear, but, decided to let it go.

He opened his cabinet and pulled out a whiskey bottle, opting to drink straight from it. He took one sip and spit it out immediately, "What the hell....this tastes like....piss?". He noticed tiny finger prints and smudges on the cabinet glass and it finally struck him what happened, "That little shit!"

[tinsley-goldsworth]

you say sorry just for show (chapter 2)

read chapter 2 on ao3!

Summary: c.c. and ricky get more involved in night night’s troubles than they want to

Wc: 1706

tw: mild violence and hurt

A/n: please forgive me for making the hot daga relevant in this fic also i don’t know how gangs work oOps

C.C. woke up the morning after meeting Night Night, reluctant to face the day. Last night, he was confident and now, he still had some confidence but it was faltering. He noted that Ricky was still asleep and knew that his boyfriend probably stayed up thinking. C.C. had seen how bothered Ricky was but didn’t know it would get to the point where he would have trouble thinking.

C.C. sighed as he got dressed and headed to work, grabbing a bagel before driving to the office. When he arrived at the office, he greeted people with smiles and made small talk with a couple other detectives as he made himself a cup of coffee. He took a seat at his desk and even though he was technically supposed to be working on a case about agriculture, he prioritized finding out about Maizey’s gang.

Information about gangs wasn’t easy to find and C.C. had to do quite a bit of digging to find out information about Maizey. Apparently, her gang was relatively new and many people had already made her their enemy. After doing a little more digging, C.C. finally found pictures of Maizey’s gang and he matches their faces with faces captured in public surveillance cameras. Technically, private detective agencies weren’t supposed to have access to surveillance cameras but after all C.C. did for the police, they were lenient enough to give him access to records.

After matching the faces to footage, C.C. did some research on the places that Maizey was visiting and checked some places the other members went to. Most of the places seemed innocent enough but there was one place that stood out. The shop that Maizey had gone into had a record of being involved with deals and shipments. C.C. did a little bit more digging and he discovered the store-owner’s records and saw that he had been communicating with Maizey the past couple of days. According to the records, the store-owner was supposed to fulfill a shipment weeks ago and in the footage, Maizey was arguing with the store-owner and waving her hands frantically around, clearly fed up. At one point, she even began picking objects up and throwing them at the wall, gesticulating wildly as she yelled.

Under the “unfulfilled” label, the store-owner had made a note: “Not fulfilled, no refund.” C.C. traced the order back to the warehouse and discovered that there was a shipment of what Maizey had ordered arriving to the warehouse on Thursday, C.C. pieced the clues together. Maizey and her gang were going to the warehouse on Thursday night, when the shipment was coming and take what they wanted. By the time C.C. had figured this out, he looked at the clock and was surprised to find that it was already 6 o’clock in the evening and he was supposed to get home by 5. He grabbed his coat and quickly left work, hoping that Ricky wouldn’t be too anxious.

When he arrived home, he was greeted by Ricky’s warm hug and kisses peppered across his cheek. C.C. grinned as Ricky murmured about how much he was worried about C.C., despite him only being an hour late. Ricky was clingy and possessive but C.C. found his boyfriend’s habits adorable. When C.C. finally pulled away, he explained what he had discovered and Ricky seemed astonished that C.C. actually was able to accomplish the task by himself.

Since Maizey was planning to show up at the warehouse on Thursday night, Ricky immediately contacted Night Night so they could meet and discuss plans. He didn’t want C.C. getting involved in any logistics of the plans but C.C. continued to insist. Their relationship had really been changing the past couple of days due to the tension surrounding Night Night but the change wasn’t necessarily bad, it was just… different. Ricky had begun to trust C.C. more and C.C. spoke up more about his feelings rather than keeping his thoughts to himself.

Night Night showed up at their house and they quickly crafted a simple plan. Ricky would get an extremely explosive bomb and plant it in the warehouse through his past relations, which Night Night decided to heavily gamble on. When Maizey and her gang arrived in the warehouse to get the materials, Ricky just needed to push a button and they would be finished. C.C. felt like the plan was too simple but Ricky insisted that there shouldn’t be overcomplications. Again, his motto was “clean, easy, and simple” and that was just about what his plan was, other than the fact that the warehouse might get a bit messy after the explosion.

Night Night agreed to bring some of the men with him for back-up, in case the plan went off the rails. The day following the creation of the plan, C.C. spent the majority of his time worrying about Ricky. He has seen how hesitant Ricky was to contact his old relations as they probably brought back bad memories of when Ricky had lied and meddled with C.C.’s trust. If Ricky had guiltlessly and enthusiastically agreed to help Night Night, C.C. would still be in emotional pain as that meant Ricky felt no remorse for hurting C.C. in the past. Either way, it was a lose-lose situation for C.C.

Ricky and C.C. didn’t take their time eating dinner as they usually did and tried to keep thoughts about the inevitable at bay by making small talk. Even on the way to the warehouse, Ricky and C.C. managed to joke about C.C.’s job, creating a thin, temporary veil of peace for them. Night Night and his men were already waiting in their positions and Ricky parked his car at a corner facing the warehouse. The seconds ticking down until the shipment arrived seemed to drag on longer and C.C. wondered if time miraculously decided to slow down the only time C.C. wanted it to fly by so he wouldn’t have to stay anxious for longer.

When they finally saw Maizey and a couple of her gang members slip into the warehouse, C.C. didn’t know whether he should be worried that trouble was closer now that Maizey was here or he should be relieved that it was all about to be over and that he and Ricky could return to their normal lives after this whole debacle.

Maizey looked more threatening in real life than in the surveillance footage. In the surveillance footage, Maizey just looked like an insane psycho with green hair and a tendency to break the arm of anybody who wanted to argue with her. Now, Maizey looked like she was ready to break the entire body of anybody who even dared to glance over at her. Night Night had set up a surveillance camera in the warehouse and was on a call with Ricky, updating him as Maizey entered the warehouse.

“They don’t suspect a thing and the package is arriving soon. Wait, I think the package just came,” Ricky sat up in his seat, taking his phone out and getting ready to press the button and suddenly Night Night let out a string of curse words. “Mike found the camera, I think they know there’s a bomb there. Ricky, you have to get rid of them now.”

“On it,” Ricky replied and C.C. watched as his boyfriend tapped a couple buttons on his phone. He anticipated the loud explosion and rattling of the car as the warehouse blew up but nothing happened. Ricky frowned as he asked, “Did one of them disable the bomb? It isn’t working.”

“The footage has been messed with, we’re sending back-up in now!” Night Night sounded panicked and the call abruptly ended. Ricky gave C.C. a rushed kissed on the cheek and quickly told him not to go anywhere. C.C. knew that this time he should follow Ricky’s advice because he was confident that he would be able to perform all the other tasks but fighting was an area where C.C. wasn’t so confident in.

Admittedly, C.C. was worried that Ricky was going to get himself as even though Ricky killed many people before, he most likely never got involved with gangs and had to kill so many people. There was a loud explosion, the one C.C. had been anticipating moments earlier, and he got out of the car, running to the ruins of the building after the debris finished flying everywhere. He didn’t see Maizey and her gang flee but he didn’t see their bodies among the rubble so he knew they must have managed to slip away without anybody noticing.

Among the scattered pieces of the warehouse, C.C. saw Ricky struggling to stand up and he ran over to his boyfriend to help him up. Ricky didn’t look too terrible; he had a couple of scratches on his face and his lip was split open and slowly bleeding. His ankle, however, was a different story as something was definitely off about his ankle, possibly from damage from the explosion or a blow to the said body part. As C.C. helped Ricky up, he saw other members from Night Night’s gang starting to get up as well, dazed and confused. He heard police sirens in the distance and the fire department was probably alerted by now. Night Night saw C.C. helping Ricky to his car as quickly as possible and briefly shouted, “Meet at the rendezvous point!”

C.C. guided Ricky, who was limping due to an injury in his left ankle, to the passenger seat of the car and started up the car. The barely conscious Ricky managed to give C.C. the address of the rendezvous point Night Night mentioned and C.C. stepped on the gas as they fled the scene. He had a feeling that the reason why they didn’t go home was that Maizey had a good look at Ricky’s face and was probably sending people to their house to kill him. Hopefully wherever the rendezvous point was was safer than home.

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[jxstiice]

Stephanie Beatriz, 32, cis female, she/her. 🗽 looks like that’s AVA BURNS reporting for duty. they’re originally from QUEENS, NYC, so i wonder if working as a DETECTIVE for SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT ever gets old. anyway, i heard that they’re UNDAUNTED but also kind of HOT-HEADED, which is why i guess they always remind me of TIGHT LEATHER JACKETS, WAR STORIES OVER WHISKEY AND CIGARETTES, and A HARD EXPRESSION BROKEN ONLY BY THE PRESENCE OF A DOG

HELLO! I am sara and i got REALLY carried away because i had like 8 hours of boring meetings today. please feel free to ask me for a TLDR! Come plot! I love my girl and i love some ANGST!!

tws: death, assault, war, ptsd

YOUNG & LOVED

Matías and Mariana Burns were high school sweethearts from Queens. they didn’t move far once they married fresh out of high school, to a nice house in Richmond Hill. from there, Mariana worked to become a nurse, and Matías went straight into the academy. they were an eager young couple, but it wasn’t long until their first child came around-- a surprise, but one they took in stride.

Ava was rambunctious, and always wanted to be like her father. she took various martial arts classes growing up, played soccer for a time, her energy never seemed to fade.

Her mother worked as an ER nurse, and her father became a truly prized member of the NYPD, so selflessness and hard work are hard-wired in her system. 

Ava is the oldest of three, her sister and her sibling mean everything to her, and she took it upon herself to make sure they were okay through everything. with two busy parents, she never questioned helping out as she got older. 

WHEN EVERYTHING CHANGED

When she was 15, Ava's life flipped on end. What started as a normal day at school turned into the worst day of her life when she was pulled out of US History and told her mother had been the victim of a hit and run in Manhattan. she was killed instantly, and Ava felt her world fracture before her.

things were hard after that. once she got back to school, she was acting out. she took the shift in the household hard, and though she stepped up even further for her siblings, instability was setting in. an anger formed in ava she wasn’t familiar with. sure, she was always tough, but after that she closed off.

one day, the same day Ava and Matías had a particularly bad fight, ava hit a breaking point and proclaimed she was leaving. Matías never expected everything to go so badly, even sent a friend on patrol to go follow her. he knew she ended up at a party with friends, called the patrol off, and figured she’d be back in the morning. they had a similar temper, and she’d even sent him a text later to tell him she’d be home. 

he was called to the 16th precinct at 3:30am to find his 17 year old daughter in an interview room, borrowing a hoodie and sweatpants with tears dry and fresh staining her face.

the party got wild, and Ava and her friends weren't trying to get too wild. ava wanted to just get out of the house for a few hours. none of them expected to be followed outside the frat house and cornered, but they were. two high school girls cornered by 5 frat boys wasn't going to end well in any of the girls' minds. Ava's years of self defense took over, but it wasn’t enough.

the two men that Ava actually ended up hurting in the struggle went on to press charges for their broken noses, but the truth came out in the DNA. The men took a plea and it never followed them past their community service and fine. Ava didn't recover so easily.

Matías struggled to make sure Ava got the help she needed. she was resistant to therapy and often skipped it. she got more aggressive and outspoken in school. her grades dropped. she graduated, but barely.

FINDING A PURPOSE

By the time Ava graduated from high school, depression was deep and responsibilities of being the oldest sibling of three was setting in. College seemed like a far off dream between her family. Ava running into a recruiter outside her neighborhood boxing gym was pure chance, but it changed everything.

When Ava told her father she wanted to join the Marines, he struggled. On one hand, he saw a fire in Ava that he hadn't seen for a couple years now, and he wanted more than anything for that fire to stay. on the other more obvious hand, the idea of his first daughter going to war was terrifying. It was Aarav's sergeant that finally convinced him. A veteran himself, he saw a lot of similar emotions in young Ava. she shipped off for bootcamp during the first week of September, just a few months fresh out of high school.

In the Marines, Ava excelled. the structure helped her thrive, and her drive was exemplary. from the start, she made it clear she was never someone to be messed with. It brought back confidence she'd lost since her mother’s death and her assault, and she clung to it as she once again became sure of herself.

In 2006, Ava Burns was deployed to Afghanistan to the front lines. she served overseas for 6 years with outstanding performance. her fellow troops called her a tank as she never backed down from running into situations if she knew she could help. Ava was a good soldier. her family was proud, and would welcome her home warmly each time she came.

NOT JUST A SOLDIER

In 2012, Ava and three others from her unit were captured by enemy forces after a roadside bomb caught them off guard.

They were held hostage for two months. during this time, it was everything they could do to stay alive and there for one another. They were physically beat and hounded for answers about the operations of the US armed forces. The three soldiers gave up nothing. All three were rescued.

When rescued, Ava's leg was broken and she was flown home for the recovery. It didn't take long for symptoms of PTSD to set in. This time, though still a little weary, she accepted therapy easier. after all, if being a prisoner of war for two months didn't constitute a little therapy, what did?

things got more frustrating though, and Ava could not hide the symptoms. her higher ups noticed, and Ava was offered an honorable discharge and a purple heart. She was told she would not return to active duty, and taking the leave now would save potential catastrophe on the battlefield. begrudgingly, mostly after her siblings and father talked her into it, Ava accepted. they say once a Marine, always a Marine. Ava doesn’t always feel that too much.

HOME ANEW

Ava's next steps happened quietly. she didn't even share with her family once she decided, simply shared it one day about a month after she was cleared to walk again with no crutches. with her coffee in hand, she announced simply: "First day at the academy today. Exciting, huh pops?"

Matías, was beyond thrilled.

Just like the army, Ava excelled once more, and she stuck out from the crowd in more ways than just her name.

By that point, Matías was a lieutenant at a precinct in Queens and known throughout the NYPD for support for community initiatives, but Ava was firm: never give her special treatment because of her father. she didn't need it, and if she found it was the case, she'd refuse it. 

Working as a beat cop seemed like the perfect balance for Ava. She was known in Richmond Hill certainly, and there were many neighbors that welcomed her as a cop warmly. With the slowly growing strife regarding police, people wanted cops they could trust. Ava was one, and prided herself in it. It also offered her the action she'd come to excel at in the Marines.

Fast forward four years, and Ava is hungry. It's never been a secret that Ava's fire made her advance, and after months of weighing, she decided: Ava Burns wanted to be an SVU detective. After her experience, it seemed right deep in her core.

Now, Ava has been an SVU detective for six months. She's constantly searching for ways to excel, but it's harder work as a detective. Now, she's working on balancing her impulsive nature with a more thoughtful process.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Partner -- TAKEN by BEATRIZ GARCIA

Veterans: I imagine Ava has (occasionally) gone to support groups, as well as just made some friends that served in the past and get it. I’m open to various dynamics, only requirement is your character was a solider at one point or another. Bonus points if they served together!! OR if they were one of the people ava was held hostage with! gimme dat good good angst

Old Partner: Ava was a beat cop for four years, so she’d have had at least one partner! Open to dynamics, lengths, stories, anything!

Serious Ex: This was a relationship that Ava was very serious with, and they maybe even toyed with the idea of marriage. Unfortunately, this would have happened while Ava was recovering from her discharge 6/7 years ago and she was in no place for a healthy relationship.  

Flings: Ava is a bisexual queen and copes with things physically. she likes sex a lot and doesn’t put that much seriousness into one night stands. Open for various dynamics, come at me!

Mentor: I’m very very open to the dynamic, I have so many possible ideas. Someone ava’s known since she was little? someone that promised her dad theyd look out for her? her old/current partner? SO MANY POSSIBILITIES!! please just give ava guidance she needs it. so bad.

Childhood friends: Ava’s mom worked at a hospital and her dad was NYPD so I’d absolutely love some people from Ava’s childhood stemming from those!! also any other Queens kids would be cool!

Any! All! Come to me!!

[mtvswatches]

Jane the Virgin 1x14 Chapter Fourteen

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Stray thoughts

1) Is starting an episode with a Woody Allen quote a good idea? Never. I just puked in my mouth a little. Woody Allen should be fucking canceled. I don’t care how wise the quote is.

2) I think it’s an understatement to say that Rafael and Jane had very different relationships with their parents…

But what I took away from this scene is how different they are. Jane has always been motivated, passionate, driven and hardworking. Rafael… not so much. He’s reformed a bit since then, but I can’t help but wonder if these differences are being brought up to make a point about how little they actually know each other and to see if they can actually bridge their differences or not.

3) See? They still haven’t worked out how they will go about the whole dating-but-parenting thing. Which is so weird.

4) omfg Michael’s plans…

The horror!

5) I died with this little bit!

Wish it would’ve actually happened. But I still love the fact that them slapping each other is Jane’s fantasy.

6) Poor Luisa, she’s still worried about Rose.

7) You know how Jane and Xiomara discuss what they would do if the other committed a crime? Yes, I’ve had that conversation with my mom. We both agreed – and demanded – that if one of us committed a crime, the other should hand her in to the police.

8) It’s so sweet of Rogelio to consider what Xiomara and Jane want before making a decision. And I’m 100% sure he’ll sacrifice his career in a heartbeat if it means he’ll keep his family.

9) What is Rafael up to? I’m sure it’s connected to “Zazo”, but I can’t figure out what he’s planning to do…

Gabriel, can you tell me exactly what he said? Great, as long as he got the money, I want out of this whole mess. And clearly, use discretion when wiring the last of it so nothing can be traced.

Is he talking about Milos buying a part of the hotel?

10)

11) Savage queen.

12) Why doesn’t Jane just straight up ask Rafael what he’s up to? I mean, if you can’t ask your partner upfront about stupid things like a fucking phone-call you overheard and your first instinct is to go snooping around instead of ASKING THEM… well, that’s not a solid foundation for a relationship, especially not if you’re about to have a baby with that person.

13) Yep, this was pretty much my face when I saw him last episode.

But now I’m positive it’s his brother, so the shock has worn off.

14) So… not only did she not trust Rafael enough to go ask him upfront about what he was up to, but she actually went to Michael with her concerns… don’t they realize there’s something wrong here?

And yes, it was Zazo’s brother. I didn’t guess who Sin Rostro was, but I’ll take this win.

15) No, she doesn’t trust you, Rafael. Finally, someone said it!

16) Awww, Luisa’s mate who hadn’t spoken in 12 years shouted to help her escape, that was sweet! Useless, since Rafael was about to get her out, but sweet.

17) Okay, finally the show is addressing the fact that they don’t know each other!!

I feel so vindicated, I’ve been saying this since they kissed! THEY DON’T KNOW EACH OTHER WELL ENOUGH!

18) “Unfortunately, your father is where the lightning first struck, where there were fireworks.” Is she using a metaphor to explain that she fell in love with Emilio first? Or is she plainly conveying the location of Emilio’s body?

19) At least they acknowledged it…

JANE: The point is, is that I didn't know any of the answers. And that's because we just met. And I know it doesn't feel that way because of everything we've been dealing with, but it's the truth. We did just meet. And trust takes time.

But that’s it, they’re back to kissing. I don’t know why neither brings up the concern that maybe dating someone who you barely know and with whom you’re having a baby might not be the best idea?

20) So, it was about the literal location of Emilio…

21) Luisa is having the time of her life talking about every single detail about her relationship with Rose.

22) Umm…

ROSE: Because how I feel about you, what we have, that was the only thing in my life this past five years that was real. And you once said that you wanted to run away with me. Do you still?

Maybe don’t? She put Luisa in a mental institution, she killed Emilio – and many others, of course – and she used the family business to run her plastic surgery ring. I get it, they’re hot for each other, and Luisa obviously has feelings for her, but I haven’t seen any redeeming qualities in Rose just yet.

23) Luisa is giving her shares to Rafael so she might be considering running away with Rose?

24) Of course, Jane needs to be the grownup in the situation…

I really love that Rogelio was the first one to own up to how he really felt. And yes, you always shine, Rogelio!

25) Wtf, Luisa is giving her shares to Petra? She’s so gullible and easily manipulated! She’s going with Rose, isn’t she?

26) I know this is a horrible thought, but… it must be so traumatizing to be the twin of a dead person and running into people who think they saw a ghost when they look at you. Your existence is like a constant reminder of someone who doesn’t exist anymore.

27) Bye bye chastity!

28) Luisa is a fucking idiot, isn’t she?

29) “I love you”? Ugh no. This insta-love stuff makes me want to puke.

30) Have they had sex? I thought they hadn’t, but now it looks as though they might have?

31) Yeah, “let’s move in together” is not much of a cliff-hanger.

32) This was an okay-ish episode, I guess I was expecting a lot after Chapter Thirteen, which made me feel a lot of things. But I get that not all episodes can be so emotionally heavy.

33) Hope you enjoyed my recap, and, as usual, if you’ve got this far, thank you for reading! If you enjoy my recaps and my blog, please consider supporting it on ko-fi.Thanks!

[ramblingshit]

Fright Night - 1985 - 3.5/5

Highly oversimplified fun ‘modern’ teen adventure book-style take on Dracula - i think?

i am having a fuckking awful night please let this be half okay at least funny like please. right we have some poor audio. tom holland is here? some chick is going on about how much she likes the dark - she’s mina? pale, red lips peeps are making out - it’s just someone squeaking their lips together and then letting go lmao wtf - it’s a tv show about vampires lol this acting is amazing i think its supposed to be he literally just went after her with the blunt end of the stake damn. some more squeaking kisses gross. kids making out, peter vincent is on TV or some shit. boyfriend has wandering hands and she’s told him twice to stop and now he’s bitching at her for not letting him feel her up and then she apologises? excuse me? and now he’s guilted her into doing it? oh damn that’s a nice chocolate coffin where’d he get those binoculars ahaha oh yikes that girl is not ready and now he’s ignoring her oh what is happening. mum’s getting involved. he wanted to fuck she didn’t then she wanted to fuck and he was distracted by some guys carrying a coffin into the basement of the house next door. he’s so distracted he’s completely ignoring his girlfriend.oh damn he pissed off his friend too this guy seems like a dumbass. ew gross oh my god she’s dressed like a prostitute what is that blue thing and the opaque beige hosiery is horrific. it’s funny at this point lots of these clothes are coming back into fashion. then there are those of course that must die and stay dead. damn a big ol scream from the house next door and a light went out. fuckin hell he wait she’s apologising for his  dumbass and said it’s her fault and he’s like yeah i suppose it was like what. i know this is supposed to be like this like he’s clearly supposed to be a terrible boyfriend but fuck he is barely pretending to care about her - he said ‘i love you’ and she’s gooing all over him. now he’s ignoring her again and here’s his weird looking friend who thinks its hilarious oh my god she slapped a hamburger cheese onion and tomato hamburger patty on his face disgusting but damn he deserves it. whoop a guy in the basement just saw this kid snooping - is he seriously just gonna open this guy’s basement doors unsurprisingly dude came and snapped at him like wtf you think you’re doing. he’s obsessed with this house all of the sudden? eating chips at his window with his binoculars. now asleep in that chair and hot damn there’s a couple about to fuck  and tittiiiiiieesssssss. oh damn mate is a vampire looking straight at the kid through the window. just staring. then closes the window with long ass fingers with long yellow nails. just woke his mum up like ma new guys a vampire and she’s like fuck off and he’s sneaking about outside what the hell is this kid on. oh they’re carrying out bodies in garbage bags and what i think they’re trying to show they’ve got sick powers or something there’s this synth beat in the background those are the largest collar flap things i’ve ever seen and that red scarf is sick a lot is happening bro red scarf dude just caught annoying kid charlie spying at them from the hedges. oh shit he’s screaming at his mother and his girlfriend what an ass - Amy is obsessed with their relationship, Mum thinks he’s having a nightmare. he’s the dumbass in the horror movie - running around screaming, telling everyone the guys a vampire killing people getting the police involved like dumbass what teh fuck this is gonna be embarrassing you think if they really are vampires they’re gonna be dumb enough to let themselves get caught. oh what he’s yelling again and interesting there’s a painting of a blonde version of Amy. is this dracula 1980s version. the house is all cobwebs and old timey shit. dumbass getting screamed at by the cop for screaming about his neighbour being a vampire he’s got no evidence but just keeps screaming. you deserve to die like 0% self-preservation skills m8. is he racing home no to his friend’s house his weird friend who’s somewhat more mental than this dumbass - give him eight bucks to tell him how to protect himself from a vampire attack he’s listing off stereotypical shit but i doubt any of this will be legit they all like dangling those and scoffing at them. he’s nailing his window shut but hey guess who mum’s invited innnnnnnnnn ahahahahahahah lol oh damn who sits in a chair like that well hello bruce banner hot edition. hm his fingers look normal now. aahahhaha oh fuck he out here telling charlie he wouldnt have come to visit unless he had been invited and now that he had been he would be over whenever he liked. charlie the dumbass is not trying to hide how terrified he is out here backing away, eyes wide, shaking, Jerry the vampire just staring at him. 'see ya! soon.’ scrambling up the stairs - like just mayyyyybe you shouldn’t have immediately done all you can to piss off the guy you think is a vampire. cause now he’s on your roof. i can’t believe his name is Jerry. this is so 80s. this music man. who chills in a button up shirt all tucked in . is that a mouse? or the trees scratching oh shit jerry’s after the mum. or not. oh fuck there’s no reflection in the mirror and he just broke her door? oooop he’s in dumbass’ roommmm or is he - yep he was hiding in the closet???? is this a metaphor??? howdily hoodily. oh damn yeeted him into his closet. they’re not giving bruce banner very good camera angles. we’re only 30 minutes in and he and the vampire are chilling out, being held up by his throat - ohh broody vampire time. bruce no don’t throw him out the window that’s so obviousoh but damn there’s he’s gonna stake him with a pencil ahaha what oh fuck nosferatu time damn all because of a pencil fuck that is not sexy. he looks like a lord of the rings troll. they both look hella nervous that mum’s knocking on the door. he threatened to kill him, offered him a choice for them to forget each other, he said nah, he tried to kill him, he stabbed him with a pencil, then he roared all scary and buggered off. odd. now he’s just sat down and watched some–dracula ahaha he’s watching dracula? now he’s calling him up ahaha staring at him through the window calling him up on the phone. 'you started this - im gonna finish it!’ like calm down vampire man the boy is a dumbass. this is cheesy but like okay. he legit seems like a proper dumbass teenager kid all overexcited and dramatic and learning all he knows from TV oh damn he’s like a school shooter, wife beater kinda kid though. ahah shitting on friday the 13th calm down that’s a good movie. does this peter vincent actually believe in vampires cause this kid is hoping he does - he’s got those brown elbowed jacket how old is this high school aged kid. ejesus what the fuck is that moped holy shit. white sneakers that blue knitwear holy shit what the fuck what the fuck charlie dead eyes, monotone sitting in his bedroom he’s filled with religious paraphernalia, dozens of candles and stacks of wood he’s carving into stakes - his GF and friend come in like yo wtf m8 what is all this - he just shrugs and tells em he’s gonna go next door and stab the neighbour. um what the fuck jesus hes crazy he’s weird friend who can’t act thinks so too and eyy the peter vincent late night show is called 'Fright Night’ and the weird kid just said their situation is just like 'Fright Night’ and guess what this movie is called – this is pretty intense like how am I supposed to be taking this is it funny, is it dramatic? this kid looks like he’s gonna pass out he’s having some sort of episode. 'hey amy, you don’t believe me do you.’ 'i love you charlie.’ hm vincent knows whats up amy and weird kid go to see him to help their crazy friend and he’s like oh yeah that insane kid he needs a psychiatrist yo ahaha gets fired gets an eviction notice refuses to help the kids cause he’s very busy about to get rich she’s like i’ll pay you - how much he asks immediately - she tells him—i’ll take it, no hesitation ahaha we’re not even half in? oh damn vincent is in love with his acting i think his shows used to be a lot more popular and now he’s sad and fading and ey its bruce banner all bedraggled they literally called him up to ask if they could go over with dumbass and prove to him brucey boy is not a vampire he thinks its hilarious like damn just calling up vampires and shit i love it so casual like he’s just a neighbour not all heavy handed but needs a little less cheese but eh who can find a golden middle did he just eat a banana. holy hot damn her outfit - he’s outfit, holy shit vincent is here all in his role dressed as the vampire killer, performing for dumbass - damn the house does look appropriately spooky tho god this kid doesn’t shut up they all just wandering into the vampire’s house - Charlie gets a special greeting and here is ol mate all dramatic in a fucking turtleneck please kill me. he’s eating food again? whoop amy and bruce banner just had a moment she’s so pretty but her hair is so fukn eighties and now he’s kissing her hand and she’s giggling and biting her lip 'oh god, he’s neat!’ he didn’t drink that he totally used a tricky magic trick dunno how but he didn’t drink that. Charlie isn’t wrong - pulled out a cross and Bruce Banner jumped back and his jim carrey lackey stepped forward and Banner is threatening his friends like fuck off - 'so you’re finally convinced im not a vampire?’ *completely insincerely, through his teeth* 'yes.’ oh damn all was well then vincent saw he had no reflection - let’s call the police! broody vampire time oh damn found some glass from the mirror. lol that’s the creepiest alley 'pencil dick’ 'chicken shit’ nice. ahaha weird kid giving him shit 'fruitcake’ i hope he leaves him alone like surely its in his best interest to leave the guys who are convinced he’s not a vampire to live? the way he’s dragging amy around is pretty messed. it doesn’t make sense for the weird kid to die. like he doesn’t believe mate is a vampire. but now he will so? that trenchcoat is horrific the shoulders are like double his width he’s just slow walking toward him while weird kid is scrambling about tripping over rubbish but now he’s trappeeddddd #leaveweirdkidalone  oh damn nvm he’s bruce banner’s redfield and he’s going under the trenchcoat, pressed to banner’s chest. we’re only halfway through where is this all going. oh ahaha they’re doing the lets run as fast as we can and ol mate keeps strolling out in front of us and now they’re in a bar oh god now he’s calling the police. whoop oh damn weird kid’s a vampire ahahahahahahaha oh shit leather jacket fucked up hair jerky movements - oh damn just took a cross to the face - can still cry human tears sweating like crazy, yellow eyes, crosses fuck em up and out the window he go ahaha lol he’s calling the cops a fucking gain god he’s so rough with her now bruce banner s in the club god he’s really not that attractive like at all - he’s got a good brow and hair but that’s it. he’s not intimidating, he doesn’t stand out holy fuck that lady in red - the platinum blonde. just strolling closer and closer, left to right right to left and dumbass is just on the phone and Amy is like hell yeah licking her lips his lower jaw is like broken the way it moves. He didn’t have to touch her for her to stop she’s in a daze under his spell and he knows she can’t escape it, rubbing her hand on his ass lol what the fuck putting his on her’s oh he pulled back her collar and went to bite and she jerked back but not in a scared more like a fuck off now what you thinkin boii challenge eyes uh oh both of their collarbones are exposed and my god she’s tiny and making out with his chest and what the fuck oh just on her knees thought she was going down on him in the middle of the club dumbass is all upset that the girl he’s been dragging around and leading on and treating badly is chilling in the arms of a vampire who, if nothing else, is indeed more handsome than dumbass but at the same time he’s a vampire and I think Amy is in highschool so that makes her what?? oh fuck bruce banner killed the two black bouncers in front of the whole club now there’s chaooooos people screaming  amy and charlie separated in the crowd, bruce banner scoops her up 'AAAAMYYYY’ stretches a hand out dramatically toward her damn weird kid got weirder ahaha what is happening this is actually really great. god he’s whiny. it’s so good. people are fucking calling the police left right and now dumbass has finally figured they won’t believe him or help him. oh lil mate peter vincent is like a proper good actor where did they get him amongst these screaming children. 'amy is gonna die, me too probably’ lol this writing oh damn she wakes on a fur blanket in front of a fire in a white dress that permed hair is so fucked there’s paintings of pretty ladies all around and one of them is blonde amy and there he is with his shirt unbuttoned pants buckled up to the navel like damn, dark hair all ruffled - hs head is too big for his shoulders ew what is this kiss she’s shaking with fear, he is like almost crying for some reason and now she’s okay and taking her titties out and coming after him  and here’s some weird slow kissing and damn he bit her damn wouldn’t you fuck first? fkn charlie in his professor jacket snooping about in the shadows with a big ugly gold cross on that house is perfectly spooky holy shit peter scared the fuck outta me damn he got a box of 'props’ which will actually work, got a gun to take care of billy or whatever, his human buddy they wanna sneak in but the front door opened for them oh damn don’t let anything happen to peter he’s precious. it’s like reading a teen adventure story - good simple but memorable characters, good story with lots going on, not deep or thought-inducing just a fun time  now here’s bruce 'welcome to Fright Night’ all chill just standing there in like a priest’s shirt? no bruce leave vincent alone. oh what the fuck making a weird moaning noise as he backs away from the cross - #leavevincentalone oh fuck weird kid is terrifying  wtf now he’s a wolf demon wolf ruff ruff puppyy oh shit he stabbed the puppy and it yeeted over the banister hit the chandelier and holy fuck that is the worst puppeteering attempt or whatever the fuck they’re going for ever - its a plush toy twitching out and now ewwwww what the fuck is that i thought vampires were vampires not like weird wolf gremlin things - its slowly dying with this stake in it, all thin fingers, whines, and cries holy shit this is taking a while. vincent is crying and holy shit its just weird kid crying with a big table leg in him and now he’s dead holy shit and the cross mark healed and he’s naked. bruce is oh fuck Amy is a vampire —“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!’ the drama. can you imagine walking into someone’s house and there’s a naked dead kid with a table-leg through his chest on the foyer floor. the house is pouring out dry ice and green lazer lights and vincent is back my brave boy, with a table-leg and a box all ready to fight. dumbass is struggling to cry over his girl. AMy is turning, I think bruce is making her a coffin. what here we go - everything is as it was in the movies like all the stereotypical shit so now they’re gotta kill Bruce before sunrise so she doesn’t fully turn. monotone - 'stop or i’ll shoot. don’t force me to shoot’ *shoots billy boy in the fkn head* orange eyes man whats with the weird groans and noises when flinching back from the crosses looks like billy boy aint dead after all holy shit blood everywhere yeah just keep shooting im sure that will help oh damn he the terminator - nope he a zombie fuck run don’t ust holy shit he staked him i thought vincent was gonna die he’s dripping green slime he’s got the ebola what the fuck ohmygod ohmygodholyfuckjesus christchrist fuck my god. well that was terrifying. move aside indiana jones . peter ahahah 'eeehhh’ of bruce chillin outside the window. he uses like fifty different voices and accents 'show me how much you love me amy, kill them both. rraaaargghhhh! *elbows a fkn wall* oh damn at least her gross perm is gone. rarrrrgh! *nervous cross and slow back out of the door* jesus what the fuck his bottom jaw is even worse now he just fkn crashed through the pretty round window.  that jacket damn i hate it so much. oh damn is that the sun? looks like the night is done dumbass and he believes he believes and damn that’s a lot of clocks chiming 6am i think it’s 6am. im sorry what the fuck was that did he just get sniped wat the fuck its a gremlin bat oh my god with fangs and shit its scratching him up oh no it bit dumbass what a shame and ohh he burning in green flame in the light of the sun but he fucked off to the basement where he gone vincent’s cut is gone and dumbass doesn’t seem too worried about his bitten arm. whoop it’s amy all wild hair and long white dress orange eyes, smoky lids, big ass fangs and red lips oh damn what the fucking shit 'it’s not my fault you promised you wouldnt let him get me you promised’ she cries then spins around and its actual fear in his eyes as he screams at the sight of her heavily fanged mouth that reaches from one side of her face to the other jesus cchrist that mouth is terrifying i really am not a fan damn yikes man run ew oh no everyone is in trouble, he is hammering that shit fuck everyone is all kinds of messed up these vampires would have them killed in a second this whole sunlight thing is bull - just cause his face is in the light doesn’t mean you can’t get their legs lol come on the disco-balls are shining and ol mate finally decides to try use his outfit - peter closed his coffin and now he’s trapped i kinda want one of them to die oh damn nvm green flame he went shooting and flying back with the force of that sunlight i think he’s dead 'reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee’ damn what the hell is that skeleton 'AAAAAAMYYYYY’ he cried as he died like what some stories need more depth beyond hey i got a picture of someone who looks exactly like you, imma bite you cause now we’re in love, hey kill your ex to prove you love me, i love you and now im dead . oh god worst part is amy’s hair is back in that perm how the fuck. 'we’ve been going in a circle! we’re right back where we started from’ is the opening to the next scene which is dumbass and amy making out in his room - that’s fkn sick, again 'Fright Night’ is back on with ol mate peter vincent. oh no peter vincent on about aliens wait what was that red eyes in the window is ol mate still alive perhaps ew amy deserves better  but hey what the fuck weird kid survived?? oh he removed the stake damn ahaha. what a movie that was a pretty fun time = 3.5/5

[theslasherchild]

Micheal Myers love story

Part 5

Once we got home I passed Michael his new cloths, “ I hope you like them Micheal”, I also hope they fit i thought. Suddenly Micheal began to undress, mine and Elie face burnt red as he shirt lifted and his bare skin began to show through, I quickly ran forward and yanked his shirt back down,”NOT HERE” I yelp “go upstairs and changed“ my face still burning pink.

He nodded and quietly walked up stairs, “ buzz-kill” I heard Elie sniggering at me as she began to laugh, I threw a scoul at her. “ you lucky thing having that strapping lad living with you, almost makes me forget he’s a psychopath” she said giggling.

I swiftly turn on my heal and marched into the kitchen leaving Elie in a laughing messing the sofa. I sat on the island in my kitchen, still had a pink to my cheek as I drank my coffee, I sat and look out the window at the kids playing in the street. I once again began to cast my mind back to my childhood thinking about Micheal, he’s grown a lot I though casting my mind back to the little boy with blonde hair I wonder what happened to him once I left.

I sat thinking on it for a few more mintues before I felt someone walking into the kitchen I turn around to see Micheal. He looked...really hot, the jeans I got fit him really well and the black shirt outlined his muscles perfectly, I felt my face going pink as he stood there in front of me, staring at me. I looked up to meet his gaze, it was the first time I had properly look him in the face since we were little I suppose, his eyes were dark brow to the point where they almost look black they were beautiful I started to begin to loose myself in those eyes, so much so that I didn’t realise nor stop my self when my hand began to move to his face cupping his cheeks, what am I doing I thought once my hand touched his face, my face getting closer to his how can one man even do this to me so quickly why am I so desperate to be near him he’s a killer but yet I want him.my head swirling as our face become closer and closer, I begin to feel his breath on my face, my arms wrap around his neck and his hands move down to my waist and he moves himself in between my thighs on the counter, bringing me closer to him as I feel myself press right up against him, god why did he have to be so sexy to me I though. Our lips so close, “am I interrupting something” I heard a nervous voice come from the doorway.

I turn quickly to see Elie stood looking nervous, standing next to the policeman that had came to my door a few days ago, “s-sorry I’m interrupting you two, but I’ve bine sent to this neighborhood again to tell yer about the situation” my face blushing scarlet as Micheal still hadn’t taken his hands off me yet in fact if anything he had tightened his grip on me, “ r-right yes thankyou c-could you just please go into the living room we’ll be there in a minute” I look up at Micheal and gently push him away from me he had a oddly hurt look on his face, “ would you like any coffee sir” I ask , “ why thank you little miss” he replied walking away into the living room with Elie.

I jump off the island and I look up at Micheal sternly “ listen Micheal, that man thinks your my boyfriend and if you want to continue staying here your going to have to play along, I know you’re not the most talkative person but if he ask you anything I need you to answer” he didn’t say anything, “ please Micheal, I don’t want you to go please do this for me” without thinking I wrapped my arms around his waist and look up at him, a slight pink cane across his face, “ fine” he said, “ but only because I want to stay with you” I blushed at his response and squeezed his, I made the guys coffe and walked into the living room, Micheal following behind me.

We sat across from the police guy “so sir what’s this about” I ask nervously gripping Micheal hand, “ please call me bill”, he said cheerfully, he looked over at Micheal “ I do t honk we’ve had the pleasure, he held his hand out to shake his, anxiety ran over my body as I watch Micheal, suddenly michel leaned over reaching for his hand and shook it before quickly grabbing my hand and squeezing it right. “ anyway enough introductions what’s this about” Elie ask sternly “ right, sorry luv, I’ve just come over to tell yer that we’ve bine tracking the car that’s he’s bine using and we’ve actually tracked it to Maine” my face suddenly began to brighten, “ so does this mean he’s left he town”, “must so miss but we’re still asking yer to be careful and make sure yer doors and window are locked” he said once again cheerfully.

After Bill left I quickly ran into Micheal arms, “ isn’t this great some stupid kids must have taken that car you stole to Maine, thing might finally dye down a bit” I said happily. “ he held me tight a small smile going across his face, “ I’m gonna be heading home Ilene”, I turn to see a relived looking Elie, “okay I’ll see you tomorrow at work” I have her a quick hug and waved her goodbye. Once I got back in and locked the door I looked at the clock 22:30 it said, I should get ready for bed I do have work tomorrow I thought. “ Micheal “ I said, he quickly came into the hallway, “ I’m gonna go to bed your welcome to stay down here for a bit though” he nodded and walked into the living room.

I sluggishly walked up the stair, I brushed my teeth and put on my pjs and climbed into my bed, relief washing over me, I was so happy that Micheal would be staying with me I do t know why but I don’t want harm to come his way I want to keep him safe Because he wants to keep me safe i thought about it for while before drifting into darkness. I woke up to the sound of my alarm, after a few minutes it took me a second to realise the hands that were clutching onto me, I began to rock Micheal in hopes to wake him up but all I got was an annoyed grunt, “ Micheal” I said but still no response, “ mikey...” I said in the best sexy tone I could muster up at 6:30 am, however it seem to work as his eyes open and he sat up to face me but then he place his head in my chest pulling me closer to him, oh shit I thought as I tried to pull away, “ please don’t go” I heard Micheal say muffled but my chest, “ but I need to go to work Micheal “ I said gently, I got no response I sighed and thought, I mean I haven’t had a day off since I started at that school, I thought, “ okay fine BUT only this once” I said annoyed he then look up at me his face emotioless but his eyes said everything. I stretched to reach my phone and on my night stand hoping the cable would reach me, I called Elie to tell her I wasn’t coming I and then the school to tell them I was Ill, you know the general excuse.

“Okay I’ve called I’m all your today, but tomorrow I’m going In no excuse” I said sternly. Suddenly he grabbed me lifeting me up as he sat cross legged so that I could sit in his laps my legs either side of him. “ why is your face so red” he ask, he leaned in close so his head was the crook of my neck, “am I embarrassing you” he asked innocently. I pushed away from his in shock, “WOAH, weres mister I don’t talk to anyone gone” I said laughing, “ I don’t feel like I can’t talk to you Ilene” the way he said my name made me feel so special. Once again without realisation my arms were wrapping around his neck as i pushed his down into the mattress so that I was on top, our face got closer until our lips finally connected, it was amazing I had never felt so much emotio in just one kiss, at this point I didn’t care that he was a killer he was mine in this moment, the kiss began to get more sloppy as our lips danced together my tongue exploring his mouth, suddenly I felt something, something hard pressing up against me, I couldn’t help my self but push further down on it making a slight grunt come from Michaels throat, I stopped and sat up “ looks like I’m the one making you nervous” I said with a smug look on my face. I heard a small laugh come from his lips, my face brightened I was so happy that I could make him laugh he always looked so sad to see him smile made me feel so good.

WARNING: mature content ahead (you’ve bine warned)

“I’ve missed you” he said, I froze for a moment staring into his eyes until he continued “ I was so lonely when you left I couldn’t wait until I would be able to see you again” I blushed as he expressed his disire for me, “am I really that special to you” I asked nervously embarrassed by all this attention “yes” he said plainly but his eyes said everything I needed to know, I bent down and peck his lips, “ I dont quite know what it is about you, but you make me feel like I can be myself and loose myself in you” I said. His face grew red at my remark until he quickly tossed me over so that he could be on top, I grew red as his mouth moved to my neck and earlobe kissing and licking me adding in small bites, it felt so good I placed my hand in his hair and neck. This really is crazy I thought me here messing around with a killer but I oddly didn’t care I want to be with him I don’t want this to go away I thought. He suddenly began to push his hips against me moving them rhythmically my grip tighten on his hair and I causiouy moved my hips upward to match his rthym.

Small moan escaping my lips as low grunt came from Micheal as he worked away on my neck. On god what am I going to do with him I thought slightly giggling into one of my moans. I loved this feeling Michael gave me, I never got this much lust when I was with peter or any of my ex’s this felt so real and right to me I never want it to stop. I started to kiss his neck biting and sucking in it, as I switched off my thoughts and letting pleasure take over. Michael slowly moved down from my neck to my collarbone as his hand moved up my shirt, a sudden embarrassment came over me, “ s-sorry there not very big “ I said face night red, with that he whipped of my shirt and just stared at me “ your perfect “ he said as he began to kiss my breast playing with them, my moans became louder as I felt his warm, wet mouth over my nipple sucking on it, “ohhhh my go-“ my moans cut of as he pulled away as disappointment spread across my face.

He sat up to take his shirt off and threw it across the room, my hands rubbing all over him, he really was well built he was so beautiful. He them harshly grabbed my wrist pulling them above my head before quickly pulling my pants down, I closed my eyes and I felt him kiss my stomach moving down further and further until I felt a warm mouth lick me, kiss me there, I couldn’t help my self I moaned out so loud, “ OH GO-Oood yEs rIgHt thErE” my voice shaking, his hand squeezing my thighs. I suddenly felt something cold push against my entrance as I felt his cold finger pushing into me, I yelped out, he kissed me on the lips gently to almost comfert me, as I relax he began pumping his finger in and out before adding another. I became a moaning mess as he kiss me roughly.

He then pulled his fingers out and kissed me again, I looked at his face it was red and flustered he was so cute, I pushed his over kissing him softly before my hand started to push his pants down I pulled him to the end of the bed as I knelt down I rubbed his back as I reached into his pants rubbing him gently his face a deep red and he pushed my hair out of my face. I pulled his member out, oh my god I thought blushing at the sight of it, it was big and thick. I began to kiss the tip and kissing all the way down before licking back up I took a dead breath and took him all in one, hearing him grunt and moan made me so happy that I could be the one to make him feel such strong emotion. My head bobbing up and down faster and faster before he grips my hair right grunting loud shooting his load into my throat before I swallow it. Both panting I snake my way back up into his arms wrapping my legs around his waist as he falls back into the bed pulling the cover around us.

Hello 👋 sorry if the mature bit was bad it was the first I’ve ever write but I hope you enjoyed it

[cryptidmcgrath1983]

How to dispose of a dead body in comfort of your own home

Note: now, I know I posted about this topic once but when I was looking over it, I noticed that I forgot about some major details. So here we are Today I will tell you how to get rid of a dead body in the comfort of your own home. There are few key actions you will have to take and I will give you a detailed information about it all, step by step. Read carefully and try to not miss anything, unless you want to risk few sentences in jail of course. I have no idea what brought you over my article, either you are in a dire situation or you are just a researching writer (like me) it doesn't matter, hopefully my article will help you out either way. Be warned, none of this is going to be pleasant unless you are a psychopath, however if you are not, I advice you to get a grip because you will have lots of very disturbing things to do if you really want to get away with a murder. Phase One: Preparing body, making it unrecognizable. 1. Whatever happened to poor dead one right now doesn't matter, what matters is to do everything in order, which means start with undressing. Take off all of the clothes that dead person wears and collect them into a seperate trashbag. Take all of their personal belongings (keys, ID, Wallet, Phone, rings, necklaces etc.), Leave the body bare like a newborn and put their stuff with their clothes. Turn off the phone of a deadman before you put it into same trashbag. We will take care of that later. 2. Rip out every tooth in their mouth. It is very important to get rid of teeth because they don't rot and don't burn, and most importantly body can be identifyed in some cases just by teeth. So take whatever you have at hand and rip out teeth and put them somewhere seperately for now (We will get back to that too later). 3. Burn off the fingertips on each hand. This one is very important as well in the process of identfying body if dicovered. Take a lighter and burn them off to the point where it can't be used in research. 4. Cutting body to pieces; You will have to chop off their head, arms and elbows, legs and calves. As much as possible to make it easier to carry it out later. Cut the torso in two or three pieces if possible and put them into few different trashbags (preferably black trashbags if you have those). Phase Two: Hiding the body. 1. Now, if you own a car that would be very very helpful about right now. If you don't have one you will need to make few trips or a partner in crime (Which must be 100% reliable to not spill the beans out of moral dilema or any other reasons and be able to keep their act together even in the worst of the situations, such as this one) to carry all the needed stuff to the destination point. If you do own a car however, load your trunk with body in few seperate trashbags, take with you gasoline (one or two liters will be enough), take matches, flashlight, shovel, handgloves if you have one, and few bottles of chemicals for washing and cleaning purposes. It would be also very helpful to take with you spare pair of shoes and change the clothes if you have obvious traces of blood on them before leaving. Also take with you spare trashbag as well. Do NOT forget to keep the trashbags full of body chunks clean from the outside to prevent it messing up your car trunk, room or clothes that you wear. 2. Drive off at the dead of the night, when you have less chances of being noticed by neighbores. Take the route with minimal survillence cameras and head to the woods. You could try dumping the body into the nearest river with bunch of rocks but I wouldn't advice that, because it will be obviously found and found soon at that. Do not use GPS navigator to reach your destination. And if body is found, it can be traced back to you if you were not careful enough. Try to not drive into place where your car tires can leave the traces on the ground, where the asphalt or gravel road ends stop the car there and go from there on your own with all the things that you need. Make few trips if needed but never forget to lock your car after each trip. 3. Put on your gloves and dug up the grave (3-4 ft deep, you can dig even deeper if you have time). Preferably in few different locations, not necessery to be really far apart but that would be very good if you can do so. Dump the body chunks into the grave(s), pour over the gasoline and throw in flamed matches. (Burning part is important for getting rid of tattoos, birthmarks, scars or anything else at all that might be used for identitifying the body if discovered. (But be warned, smell of the burning flesh is absolutely disgusting, don't question how I know all these, just trust me). Wait till it burns to the ash, afterwards crush the remains with shovel and pour over some stong cleaning chemical to mask the smell of body from animals and prevent it to be dug up by some random dog. Do same thing in every location you decide to bury the body. Afterwards bury the body, cover it with as much as earth possible and leave the place without being noticed. Phase Three: Covering up the traces. 1. Before getting back into your car take off your shoes, sit in your car with door open and do not step on the ground with your bare feet. Change your shoes and dump other ones into a spare trashbag with other trashbags that you used for transporting body carefully. Put them on the floor of the passenger seat and drive off. 2. Get the teeth that you pulled out of the mouth of the deadman and put them in cloth, bunch it up and crush them with a hammer untill it turns into a powder. Take the powder with you and flush it down your toilet bowl. 3. Private belongings of the deadman. Take the ID card, passport or buscard (whatever they had with their name and picture on it), credit card, pictures in wallet, mobile phone, in one word all of their personal belongings along with their clothes that they wore in moment of death. 4. Put their belongings in trashbag and drive off to different place, far from were you buried the remains of the body. Now, make sure that you are alone and have some time in uninhabited location that you chose and get down to business. Dug up 2ft deep pit for fire and burn their ID, Passport, credit cards, sim and memory card of their phone to the ash. Burn their wallet and everything inside as well. (You can keep the cash if there's some if you want to, it's relatively safe). Crush their phone to the point where you can't even tell if it ever was a phone at all and give it to the fire as well. If you have any jewelry that the deadman wore during and after their death now thats another problem entirely. 5. Destroy it as much as possible, rip the necklace, hammer down the rings, in one word turn in into a junk. It doesn't matter how expencieve it might be, don't even ponder over keeping them. Destroy them without a thought. When all those things are disformed enough, collect them and go to the nearest river/pond/lake and throw them into the water but right after you clean off your fingerprints from those objects. 6. Head back home and start major cleaning up. Use as much of chemicals as possible to get your house rid of any traces of blood, fingerprints or anything that deadman touched on the fateful night. Take of the clothes that you wore during the killing/getting-rid-off process and burn it with the shoes that you wore into the woods to hide the body. Burn them to ash and then throw it into the dumpster. 7. Once you make sure you cleaned your house to the core and got rid of all the traces of homicide go and take a hot shower. Wash your hair, hands, feet, absolutely everything to get rid of all the traces of the stressful night. Phase Four: Aftermath. 1. Make yourself some coffee, I'm sure you will need it after all of what happened. If you did everything correctly then you will never have to worry about that incident in your life again. Even if body will be discovered somehow there is almost nonexistent chance of having it identified at all. (Don't forget to earse your browsing history as well). 2. In case the body is discovered, do not show any interest other than any average citizen would do. Do not chime in into the investigation, just follow the events by newspapers and that's it. Do not look up the circumstances of the the investigation or murder by internet at all. Let things go by their pace. 3. If ever police by some reason (be it noise complaint or investigation of murder) shows up at your doorstep, keep your cool, act as usual, cooperate and don't show the nervousness AT ALL. However, do not let them inside to look at your house or frisk it without splecial order from judge. Know your rights, stay calm and collected and hire a good lawyer if needed one without hestation. That was all for today my homicidal friends, I wish you good luck, be it for your book, fanfic or actually getting away with a murder. Have a great day! -Reforemed Killer for Hire.

[imjustthemechanic]

Our Own Demons

Part 1/? - A Bolt from the Blue Part 2/? - A Different World Part 3/? - Stark At Home Part 4/? - Pot Roast Night Part 5/? - Space-Pie Continuum Part 6/? - Energy Signature Part 7/? - Miss Potts Part 8/? - Bot from Beyond Part 9/? - Even the Odds Part 10/? - Miss Potts Arrives Part 11/? - Truth Hurts Part 12/? - The Third Reality Part 13/? - Thor and Odinson Part 14/? - The Tesseract Platform Part 15/? - Prime Suspect

What if Tony Stark really were the villain of the Marvel universe?  How would that work?  Tony himself is about to find out, as he battles his inner demons (and some outer ones, too) across a multiverse of infinite possibilities.

That wasn’t the note Tony wanted to end this experience on, but since the other was determined to be huffy, there was apparently no help for it.  Tony took a folded envelope out of his pocket and put it in the other man’s hand before climbing up onto the platform.

“Well, it’s been weird but I have to run,” he said. “Maybe I’ll see some of you again sometime.  And het,” he pointed to his double, “this is your standing invitation.  If you’ve got some tesseract juice and some vay-cay days to kill, come and be my Cousin Arno for a while.  I’ll get you a yacht and Aishwarya Rai’s phone number.”

But apparently the other just thought he was rubbing it in.  “I don’t really do vacations,” he said.

Foster and Hill went over the settings again, while Miss Potts stood watching as if lost in thought.  When everybody finally agreed that they were as ready as they’d ever be, Foster flipped the switch, and Tony felt his hair stand on end as the equipment began to hum.

“Say hello to your world’s Ginny Potts for me!” said Miss Potts.

“Pepper,” Tony replied.  “Everybody calls her Pepper.”

And then the world went white.  For a moment it flickered back in, and Tony saw a wood-paneled room full of people in historical costumes, with wigs and high heels and frock coats.  He might have recognized a few faces as they gaped at him in surprise, but then they were gone again, and he was suddenly thrown off his feet into a pile of boxes.

Tony had expected it would be easier to get his equilibrium back when he knew what was about to happen, but it wasn’t.  he was buried in junk somewhere very dark – he could hear crockery and metal crashing about as he tried to dig himself out of it. The whole place was vibrating and there was a smell of diesel… and after the initial moment of disorientation he realized he was in the back of a large container truck.  The truck was moving, which mean that somebody was driving it, and that in turn meant that some form of help was at hand.

He fought an arm free of the mess and climbed over more boxes to bang on the nearest wall.  “Hey!” he shouted.  “Hey, open up!”

At first there was no response, but Tony continued banging and hollering until after a minute or so, the truck pulled over and stopped.  Through the holes in the side of the container he could see shadows moving past.

“Is somebody in there?” a voice called from outside.

“Yes!” said Tony.  “It’s a long story – let me out and I’ll tell it to you!”

Something outside went clunk, and light came flooding in as the doors at the far end opened.  The tesseract platform had been packed into the truck along with all the boxes of useless kitchen stuff that had surrounded and disguised it, and Tony had materialized right in the middle of it all, leaving holes in the cardboard and crockery to admit him.  For half a second he was amused by the idea of the people in one of those other realities finding themselves with a Tony-shaped pile of junk on their platform, but then he brought himself back to the situation at hand.

Several people were standing in the open doors. They were dressed in black helmets and jackets with the SHIELD eagle logo on the shoulder, and all of them were pointing guns at Tony.

He held up his hands, although he was pretty sure they wouldn’t shoot once they saw his face.  “Just me!” he said, assuming they knew who he was.  “You guys wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had.”

The agents stepped aside to let him climb down from the truck.  They were at the side of the road somewhere in an area that looked halfway between suburbs and countryside – there were trees and telephone poles and fences, but very few actual buildings.  Tony couldn’t have put a name to the place.  The agents were all staring and exchanging glances, not too sure what to do about the fact that Tony Stark was suddenly in their truck.

“So,” Tony said, and turned to the nearest one to ask, but before he could get another word out, somebody hit him in the back of the head with the butt end of a rifle.  Tony had time to observe that he hadn’t done anything to deserve that, and then he fell face-first on the pavement.

He woke up with a splitting headache, to find himself lying on a very uncomfortable mattress in a tiny room with no furniture except the small bed and a metal toilet.  Three of the walls were bare whitewash, and the fourth was not a wall at all but a set of metal bars, through which Tony could see a hallway with a window at one end and a door at the other, and more cells in between.  He was being held at a police station, which he supposed was better than some other places he could have ended up – but still no way to welcome a guy back to his own reality.

“Hey!” he shouted again.  “I’m awake!  Time for my phone call!”  The last time Tony had been arrested, for a DUI in 2010, he’d used his phone call to order pizza for the entire police force and they’d let him go with smiles on their faces.  This time he was going to be much more responsible.  This time, he was calling Pepper.

The door at the end of the hallway opened, and two police officers – a tall, thin black man in clubmaster glasses, and a middle-aged white woman with bobbed brown hair – came to take a look at him as he stumbled, still somewhat dizzy, over to the bars.

“Are you really Tony Stark?” the man asked.

“Yes,” said Tony.  “I’d show you ID but I seem to have left it in my other pair of pants. Where am I?”

“Leesburg, Virginia,” the man replied.  “We brought you in about half an hour ago.”

Maybe they’d stuck him in a holding cell because they just didn’t know what else to do with him, Tony thought… although he hoped he’d at least been seen by paramedics of some sort. “I need to make a phone call,” he repeated.  “I’m kind of dealing with an emergency right now.”

“Been a hell of a week for that,” the woman observed.

“Of course, Mr. Stark,” the man said, without acknowledging his colleague.  “But first we’ve got a few questions to ask you.”

“I don’t have time for that,” Tony protested.  “I have to call Pepper!”

The cops exchanged a glance.  “Mr. Stark,” said the woman.  “You’re not free to go.  You’re under arrest.”

“For what?” Tony demanded.

“Attempted carjacking, for one thing,” said the woman.  “The woman who called 911 said you’d threatened her kids. For another,” she looked Tony right in the eyes, “murder.”

Tony was actually relieved – it was just a misunderstanding.  Of course it was.  He hadn’t killed anyone…

Then his stomach dropped so hard he was surprised he didn’t hear the splat when it hit the floor.

“I want a lawyer,” Tony said.

Two hours later, Tony was in an interrogation room drinking very bad coffee, with not one, but three lawyers standing in a sullen row behind him.  The male cop seated himself on the other side of the little table and folded his hands in front of him. Both the table and the chairs they were sitting in were bolted to the floor so they could not be moved.  As if the police expected Tony to suddenly go berserk and start tearing the place apart.

“My name is Sid, by the way,” the cop said, reaching to shake Tony’s hand.  “My kids are big fans of yours.  I gotta say, this isn’t how I ever pictured meeting you.”

“Yeah, well, life’s a funny old thing,” Tony replied. He noted the man’s use of a first name – this guy was playing ‘good cop’, trying to make like he was Tony’s friend. Making friends with policemen had been a good strategy in the past but this situation did not leave Tony feeling very sociable.

“Do you have any idea why you’re here?” Sid asked.

“Only what you told me,” said Tony.  “I’ve been out of town for a couple of days.  I just got back from a side adventure, and the first thing that happens is some guy in a black helmet knocks me out and I wake up in jail.  Whatever you want to ask me about, I’m sure it’s important and I’m sure you and my lawyers can iron it all out, but I need to call Pepper.”

“You want to call Virginia Potts,” Sid said.

“Isn’t that what I just said?” Tony asked, annoyed.  “Yes, I want to call Virginia Potts.”  Was this his own reality?  Lord, he hoped so – the last thing Tony wanted was to have to find his way out of another alternate universe.  What if he’d somehow gotten lost?  In infinite universes, could he ever find his way back to his own?  What a horrible thought!

“Why do you want to call Ms. Potts?” asked Sid.

“To make sure she’s all right,” said Tony.  “I don’t know if you noticed, but some kind of government hit list just got put up in Wikileaks, and her name was on it – I checked. I’ve been out of the loop, and I want to see if my girlfriend is okay.  Wouldn’t you?”

Sid didn’t answer the question.  Instead, he asked another: “Do you know where Ms. Potts is?”

“At the moment, no,” Tony replied.  The lawyers had advised him to tell the truth – if he hadn’t done anything, he had nothing to hide.  “Last I knew she had some kind of event at the LACMA, and I was trying to contact her there when events intervened.  Why?”  He was starting to get worried.  Sid’s interest in Pepper and the mention of a murder charge were a terrifying combination. “Where is she?”

“We hoped you could tell us,” said Sid.

“I can’t.”  Tony shook his head.

“Are you sure?” Sid asked.  “Because the last time anyone saw her, she was with you.”

That was almost, not quite, a confirmation of Tony’s worst fear, and he had to shut his eyes a moment to fight back the hot tears that pricked at the corners of him.  The only Way Pepper could have last been seen with him were if another alternate had been here… what the hell hat this other done, and would killing him for it count as suicide?

“I haven’t seen her in a week,” he said when he felt he could speak without either shouting or sobbing.  “Not since I left California last Wednesday.  We’ve skyped in the evenings, but the last time I saw her face-to-face was the morning I left.  Is she missing?”

“Witnesses saw her leave the Los Angeles County Museum of Art with you,” said Sid – his voice was gentle, aware he was breaking bad news. “Apparently you seemed very concerned that she go with you at once, and nobody’s seen either of you since, until you turned up at the side of the road earlier today.  Now that you’re here, we hoped you could point us to her location.”

She was gone.  The guy who’d started all this, playing with the tesseract in Reality B – or whichever one had been his – had taken her.  He’d put her in the Mark XLIII and taken her back to his world.  It was the only possibility, or at least the only one Tony was willing to entertain. With her gone and Tony the last person seen with her… this was the kind of thing that aired on Dateline.  They thought he’d killed her.

“All right,” he said with a sigh.  “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to explain this to anybody but her, but I’m going to assume if you know who I am then you have some idea what my life’s been like the past few years.  Here’s what happened.”

Sid was not very impressed by Tony’s story.  Even the lawyers tried several times to interrupt, but Tony shushed them and plowed ahead anyway.  The cop across the table listened with a carefully neutral expression, and when Tony had finished he said he would be right back, then got up and left the room.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” one of the lawyers asked once he was gone.  “Do you have any idea how crazy that sounded?”

“You told me to tell the truth,” Tony reminded her.

“That wasn’t the truth – that was ridiculous!” the woman protested.  “Your alibi is an alternate reality?”

“I’m a superhero!  This stuff happens!” said Tony.  “Didn’t you tell me you were Bruce’s cousin or something?  You should know our lives are bullshit.”

The door opened again, but instead of Sid coming back, this time it was his female co-worker.  She was scowling.  “Mr. Stark,” she said, businesslike, as she sat down.

Tony sighed and nodded – Mr. Stark.  Sid was done with him.  This woman was going to be the bad cop.

[darkballsofsight]

Arquius 03/14/2019

Your name is ARQUIUS HALHAK, at least until you find another combination of names that are just as funny as Strihak. You are finally yourself, an after a day with tying to recuperate everything that was on your brainwashed self and feeding the poor opossums in the maze's shed its finally nighttime. You take another walk out through the snow. It just bothers you that much to stay not doing anything, but you are dead so you can't even be online properly. You look at the police building. Hm. You make a choice to bother someone who still has mystery to you which is what I call 10/10 dope. You shoot the older older older older Zahhak a message.

[ARQ > >---->]  @Darkleer  

ARQ:  🕶️--> Hello STRONG brorse, lets re-do introductions, I apologize for my abrasive precious behavior ,I wasn't in my right mind when I was inquiring about your %istance

ARQ:  🕶️--> My name is Arquius, I'm an AI and I see you

Darkleer 03/14/2019

: »—Hh—>

: »—Hello.—>

: »—What—>

Arquius 03/14/2019

ARQ:  🕶️--> I like your sweatpants

ARQ:  🕶️--> And you are bigger than the others too. Bigger than me I bet STRONGER

ARQ:  🕶️--> As I said, I see you

In the dark is probably hard to see you in the dark and hearing you wouldn't be like actually hearing someone stepping in snow, you sound like a horse stepping in snow. You can see through some small windows that give some light to the basement, ah hah.  You make a point to not stay near a window for too long, if he is to see you is moving in and out of his peripheral vision. You might enjoy playing a little too much.

Darkleer 03/14/2019

> You sense something moving in the shadows, and considering you spent almost a millenium to steel yourself for hunt, combat and danger, that has you on the highest alert. Feels bad, man.

: »—That is—>

: »—Cease this at once.—>

: »—I do not wish to hurt you, but you're STRONGLY pressing your luck.—>

: »—You type like a Zahhak. But you said you're an artificial intelligence.—>

: »—Did Equius or Horuss create you?—>

Arquius 03/14/2019

You are the prime being on pressing your luck being in this  side of the planet.  You giggle a little, you are just so excited. Nothing wrong with being genuine and creepy at the same time.

ARQ:  🕶️--> I like your prosthetics

ARQ:  🕶️--> Oh no, I come from another plane, a simple AutoResponder with a body then I crashed onto Equius' computer and something went wrong... or more like PERFECT

ARQ:  🕶️--> Although yes,  he did help me with my new acquisitions of a body

ARQ:  🕶️-->  No, I don't mean ill, although I wouldn't blame an organic to take my genuineness ass a menace

Darkleer 03/14/2019

: »—I see.—>

: »—Regardless, stop this spying at once.—>

: »—It seems that you are intelligence enough to understand such an order.—>

Arquius 03/14/2019

ARQ:  🕶️--> I only follow the STRONGEST of commands dear  Mister %

ARQ:  🕶️-->  Are your commands STRONG enough for such thing?

ARQ:  🕶️-->    Maybe if you would let me in or come and get me although I like it here, is like having a fish in a bowl

You make a quick knock at one of the windows a very visible read eye peering inside. It shows your face for a second. You do a little wave before the light turns off and you are covered by darkness.

Darkleer 03/14/2019

> You catch sight of him and then he is gone again. This is. The worst. You're not really nervous, for the record, but very annoyed. This is a transgression of your privacy. He ignored both your request and your warning. You had enough of not being able to control your own creations, you don't need other AIs harrassing you.

Part of you is admittedly curious about his contruction and his apparently very stubborn personality. But the current situation is unacceptable.

You get up and exit through the backdoor leading outdoors. With your eyes having no problem adjusting to the dark, you scan the surroundings for any sign of the intruder, wary as you're not convinced of him not being a threat.

"You will stop this sneaking around at once. Show yourself."

Arquius 03/14/2019

When you see him leave something startles you very much so, you don't want to get hyper destroyed just because you liked to play around. As he is out of sight you move so you are closer to the entrance of the maze in case you need to... escape. You can see him and you hear him, you wish you could be behind him to do your entrance instead of to this distance and basically in his field of vision once you light up but... security first.

You do that, tilting your head as all your installed leds light up from bottom to up, eyes last. You make a very realistic horse noise. "Hi  STRONG friend." Little wave.

Darkleer 03/14/2019

There he is. You're actually a little taken aback by this display, but your fascination wins over. He indeed seems to be a full android creation and.. there are a fer design choices that are apparently meant to resemble Equius. Also, are those hooves?

But.. security first.

"Do you have permission to be on the premise?" As far as you know, these are private grounds of members of the police force and outsiders are only permitted in on invitation and with company. He is... definitely alone and hiding outside in the dark.

Arquius 03/15/2019

"... Equius knows I'm here." Kind of. "Its my witness protection because if the Felt gets hands in my hot robotic body I'm good as dead."  Now that is true, except its not witness protection or anything legal you just kind of hang here.  "Is good to see you upclose for once, makes all the details all the more fascinating. There is a 90% chance you will be scanned." That's a lie, you are scanning him right now.

Darkleer 03/15/2019

Hm. You don't know enough to argue that, but you honestly sort of want to avoid asking Equius. But as long as this robot is in your company, it should be acceptable.

May he scan you as he likes. Not much there that he can figure out that a normal person with eyes couldn't. Meanwhile you worldlessly step up to him and do your own variant of that, taking his face in your hand and tilting it to have a good look. "Impeccable work.."

Arquius 03/15/2019

There is a moment of menace that he gives that you don't let show. But since he is getting close is the silent permission for you to get close. Its the permission for you to flex. "I commando you to touch my muscles they are quite fantastic bro." You are very much proud of yourself, although. "I'm a little bit more than just it, I'll never stop learning." Sort of, or perhaps that is  your excuse to pull the tanktop a tad examine HIS cyborg bits, not that you have to since most of it is in view now but... boy. "I have never seen a full blown cyborg befoal. This is fascinating, and certainly a correct approach to evolution, flesh is mare weak and will never be logically and functionally efficient. I knew I liked you mister X or Expatriate."

Darkleer 03/15/2019

Him suddenly returning the curious touch has you startle But uh, huh. It's only fair. This robot is a weird one and you don't think you like all of his particularities, but overall your fascination is too big to tell him off just yet. It's only after his comment that you pull away and huff.

"...being efficient should not be the goal."

You turn around to return to your workshop, but stop as you reach the door. "Come in."

Arquius 03/15/2019

You blink. Must be an organic thing. Aaaaaand you blink again. You are surprised and it shows. You haven't expected that he would let you in. You haven't foreseen that he would invite you of all things. "Magnificent, thank you for your generosity my good Adonis of a horse, I finally get to look at it from the inside."  You are almost trotting inside because you are joyful. Almost, you do make an effort to clean all snow and dirt from you right at the entrance so you don't end up messing anything as you make now skip your way in.

"I love nights inside, even if momentarily. I do love being everywhere. Say, why the invitation Strong friend?" You are not planning to kill me are you, you think. You remember exactly the amount of escape and how much time would it take you to reach them and then hide, you have no data on Expatriate proper, so if it comes to it... The Data is basically worthless.(edited)

Darkleer 03/17/2019

"You.. asked to be let in. I am letting you in." It's pretty simple and straightforward. The cold hardly bothers you, but you don't want to keep standing around in the open this awkward and inappropriately dressed.

You have no reason to harm him. Yet. If he poses a threat to yourself or someone else, you should be able to defeat him easily. Until then, there's no harm in trying to learn as much about this eccentric creation as you can.

Your workshop is furnished sparingly. Just the bare necessities, no real sign of comfort besides maybe a couch, hardly anything that would make this seem like someone's living quarters. And yet this is where you reside now.

All available surfaces are littered with tools and machines of human and alternian design. Not as much of a mess as your old home has been, partially because you couldn't bring all of it with you, partially because you've only been here for roughly a week.

Arquius 03/18/2019

"B@$%h you live like this?" The joke is right there and to be fair his quarters are still not the worse of the three, considering you lived in a maze until about 5 minutes ago, oh yeah, you live here now. He let you in, you are staying in here.

"I've asked before, it normally doesn't happen. I'm glad it finally did."  You go directly to the tools, you recognize a lot of this, mostly because Equius' place has around the same things. You are quick to wonder if maybe you could fix your bad tooth, but also are quick to ignore that input. You decide to find a shelf or table with enough space to sit and get comfortable enough.  "Now that you've let me in I will reside here as long as necessary unless I'm feeding the animals in the maze. I hope you understand." And if he doesn't you are going to do it anyway.

Darkleer 03/19/2019

"I do" you pant, mildly - no - very irritated. "You will stay for as long as I permit." That said, you sit down across him.

The urge to pick him apart and learn more about his construction is STRONG, but that wouldn't be appropriate without permission - of his creator or.. himself, probably. "Where did you state you came from?" It was something weird. Another universe? Hm. You don't know enough about what else is out there to argue that. "If not Equius, who made you?"

Arquius 03/19/2019

"Another universe, one dominated by a troll, she was quite freaking awful. But TLDR, the maze." You have to admit that the issue has never popped before for you, you got twined with a troll from the get go so it wasn't jarring to see them just as friends as it would had been have you just been Hal. But yes, trolls are nice here and not space conquerors waiting to ruin your day. "Equius, Hal, Dirk, me. It is lest about who made me and what I am right now. At least take me to dinner before being so invasive. I command you to be less invasive with your querys, I don't enjoy the path of conversation regarding my construction."

Darkleer Last Thursday at 9:31 AM

You know plenty about trolls that dominate universes. Hn. Could it be her? Another her? The same one? Well, if she is in a different universe, it has little meaning to you. Except, if this robot could travel across universes.. could she as well?

You shake that train of thought. Not what's important at the moment.

"You have no need for dinner." You huff. "You have been invasive first, with little care for my requests." But fine, you don't have the nerve to argue with a stubborn android. You turn away and pick up a bit of metal to tinker with it some more, or so you pretend. It's a piece that.. seems to have little function besides aesthetic. What a radical notion for you.

"What do you do here?" you ask, not looking up from the small figurine.

Arquius Last Friday at 2:42 PM

"I live in a nutritious diet of comedy an irony, bro." You could say those concepts can't be eaten but you beg to differ. "Oh and a glass of water for reasons regarding my construction and build."  Equius did give you salivary glands and my god you are a bastard about it. He made you THIRSTY.

You lean to try and see what he is working on from this angle while staying on the table, eyes zooming into his hands. "My sole function so far has been take care of my not so STRONG friends. That has been my number one command and it has been brought to a sharp halt with my fake death. So to answer your question, I have no idea. For once I have no real direction, everything is possible." You get to do whatever the fuck you want and apparently what you've wanted is stalking people and getting into their houses.

You finally just get off the table and set yourself to just stand behind him and try and look over his shoulder not saying much but smiling because you like what he makes. "What do you do here?"

Darkleer Yesterday at 1:06 PM

"Your strong friends.. Equius, Hal and Dirk?" You think you've heard the last two names around the precinct, but you're not sure if he means those. "Your fake death? Explain."

Ah, he got closer. Hn. You turn around a bit and look at him. "..much like you, I am here to help and protect those weaker than me. Though I am still learning about the dangers of this planet."

Arquius Yesterday at 3:10 PM

"Partially Incorrect." Dirk, Jake, Roxy and Jane. "Geez dad why don't you say please first." Your fake death. You make a disgruntled horse noise.  He turns around and you don't back out. "Its a secret I hope you can keep secrets. I want your secrets too in return I command you to give me your secrets afterwards. But there is something obvious here. The fricking evil in this planet are the bosses of the FElt. The Crew and the Patriarchy." Considering all of these place's problems. "I don't have much experience with the Crew personally but I have a tweened story with the Felt since the moment of my spawning. I got in there trying to protect little D, ended up being reprogrammed, there was a corrupt version of me for a while. I killed him but I-we merged. Which is why I have to STRONGLY apologize for his messages online. You were talking to him." Pause."I like what you are making. You are a machinery expert too huh my little kelpie?"

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Chapter 17: Father’s Day

Story: It’s Not My Fault

Pairing: Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak

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Title - "Father's Day" by Frank Turner

Warning: Use of homophobic slurs

“We need to talk.” His father said sternly.

“Wentworth," Richie sighed deeply. "I really don’t care what you want to talk about with me right now.”

“Look at me, young man.”

He crossed his arms, thinking he would ignore the request and go to bed. After their conversation, he certainly wished he had.

Richie turned around as annoyingly slow as he could. His father was holding up a small piece of paper. Richie squinted his eyes, even with his strong prescription, seeing was not his forte. He walked toward him slowly then froze. His throat dried up and his stomach felt like it was going to extricate the burger he ate that afternoon. The best meal of his life because he was holding Eddie’s hand the whole time was about to betray him.

Because in his father’s hand was not just a piece of paper.

It was a photo.

A photo of him and Eddie kissing as if no one else in the world was there.

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Richie was usually a pacer when horrible situations happened. He already fidgets constantly and moving helps him calm down. At this moment, he needed to do the opposite and sit because his knees were about to give out from shock. He thought he was careful hiding the photo under his mattress, knowing his parents never went into his room.

Wait a minute, why did he go into my fucking room?

“That photo has nothing to do with you.” Richie said in a shaky voice. His heart was pounding roughly against his chest.

“Sit down, Richard.”

“This is a total invasion of my fucking privacy.” Richie’s voice did not even sound like him. It was angry but most of all, terrified.

“This is my house you selfish shit. Sit down.” He repeated.

Richie’s legs moved automatically toward the empty armchair in the living room. Sitting far away from his father felt better even if he was obeying him. “What are you planning to do with the picture?” Richie said through gritted teeth.

“Nothing, if you shut up for once and do what I tell you.” Their eyes met with matching expressions of hatred. Wentworth put the photo in his pocket. “Here’s what is going to happen. You will break up with this boy.”

“I love him.” Richie replied immediately.

“You what?” His father sneered.

“I. LOVE. HIM.” Richie accented every syllable as if he could slam the words into his father’s brain through speech.

“You don’t know what love is Richard.”

“I’m not you. So yeah, I fucking do.”

“Enough!” Wentworth jabbed his finger toward Richie as his voice became deadly quiet. “You listen to me boy. I will not have any of this disgusting business under my roof. You are ungrateful and have no idea the embarrassment you bring upon this family. We didn’t raise you this way.” It was all words Richie had heard before. Listening to his father’s disappointment was similar to a CD stuck on repeat, persistently aggravating you until the player is turned off.

“You didn’t really bother raising me actually.” Richie said lazily.

“Do you think this is funny? Are you trying to ruin this family?”

“You do that all on your own.”

“How dare…”

“No! It’s my turn to talk.” Richie stood up and turned off any filter he had ever taught himself. This was the speech he always desired to speak but never did. He hesitated thinking about how Eddie would feel if he could see him now, but then pushed that down. “You say I never shut up. Well, here’s a Richie tirade for you, FATHER...”

“...You leave us for 3 weeks over winter break without any explanation, just completely disappear. You know who held us together? It wasn’t me. It was Eddie. He came by every day to make sure Mom and I were eating, bathing, cleaning the damn house, simple life stuff. Because I could barely handle Mom being drunk everyday. Now, she’s trying to get better for me she says. And what are you doing to help this family? Planning to leave her, which she doesn’t even KNOW, and telling me that I can’t be with the one person who brings me any kind of happiness in life. Why are you the world's BIGGEST JACKASS?!” Richie knew his face was on fire. He had never yelled so much and for so long before. 

I can barely breathe. Why can’t I breathe right? Is this what a panic attack feels like? I need Eddie to tell me.

Wentworth stared at Richie with harsh contempt. He seemed speechless, completely unable to defend himself. He brought back his only ammunition, threats. “End whatever this is or there will be consequences.”

A nasty laugh ripped through Richie. The kind of bitter laugh that didn’t reach your eyes and had no trace of mirth. “You think you can threaten me? I’m not scared of you. You are weak and pathetic. There is nothing you can do to me that will get me to break up with Eddie. He’s more important to me than anyone, or anything, or even my own life. Do your fucking worst.”

“If you don’t end it. I will make sure this…” He held up the photograph again. The harmless, beautiful picture of him and Eddie. “...gets into the hands of his mother.”

Richie sat down heavily staring at the man in horror. It felt like a boulder had dropped into Richie’s stomach. He was such a fool. His father was the most manipulative person in his life. He should have realized he would not bother threatening Richie. He hasn’t been able to control his son’s actions for a long time. He would have to threaten Eddie instead. It was like witnessing a cartoon villain threatening his love. Except the villain was real and him and Eddie may not survive this kind of pain.

“No…” Richie heard his voice whisper. “You wouldn’t.”

“I bet Sonia has no idea her son is a fucking faggot.” Wentworth snarled. Richie clenched his hand automatically. His brain craved the possibility of his fist meeting his father’s jaw. But he did not punch him. That was not the kind of person he wanted to be. I’m a lover, not a fighter.

“As you and mom have pointed out before, I’m a fucking faggot. How does that make you feel to have raised a boy that loves dick? Perhaps that’s why you named me Richard.” His father stood suddenly and Richie followed suit. They were the same height but Wentworth weighed at least 70 pounds more. They had never hit each other before, but Richie wondered if it was time one of them did.

“What’s going on?” Came the sharp voice of his mother. Richie looked at her feeling an irrational rage toward her too. If she had left him, I would not be in this mess. Why do we both have to be trapped with this monster?  

“Go back to your room, Maggie.” Wentworth’s voice was low and commanding. Richie glared back at him. It made him sick how controlling he was with both of them.

“No, I don’t know what’s going on but you two need to cool off.” His mother walked over and stood in front of Richie to move him away. Richie looked at her in confusion, when he realized she was trying to put herself in between them. No, she’s trying to protect me from him. The revelation almost made him cry.

“Mom,” Richie said quietly. She put her hand on his shoulder pushing him from the room.

“You end it with that little shit boy or you know what will happen.” Wentworth called viciously behind him.

“Fuck you!” Richie growled.

“Rich, go to your room, sweetheart. Lock the door and blast music.” She said hurriedly.

He stopped walking, “I’m not leaving you alone with him.”

“I can handle your father.”

“Mom, he told me...that I can’t see Eds that I have to br - ” Richie choked on the words. He swallowed back the sob. “I love him, mom. Please.”

Her golden brown eyes that matched his gazed up at him with concern and fascination. She hesitantly brought her hand up to brush away his tears. He had no idea when he started crying but was too distraught to care.

“Eddie’s lucky to have you.” She whispered kindly.

Richie shook his head as his lip trembled, “I’m lucky to have him.”

She kissed his cheek. “Thank you for not being your father.” He was hit with so much affection for her. He wrapped his long arms around her slender frame in a hug he hoped would give her strength.

“I love you, mom.” He couldn’t remember the last time he and told her that.

“I love you so much more.” She replied. He definitely couldn’t recall her saying those words to him. They broke apart and he headed to his room.

He didn’t lock the door or play music. He wanted to listen to everything they had to say. The argument started with Richie, then went to Richie and Eddie, then swiftly got to them. Richie lit a cigarette. It took him five times to light it because his hands were shaking. That first draw from the stick eased his nerves a little. He hadn't smoked a cigarette in almost a month and knew Eddie would hate it but desperation trumped his guilt. He zeroed in on the fighting again. 

“We don’t deserve that kid and this is how you treat him.”

“You act like a fucking saint. You’ve treated him much worse than I ever had!”

“That’s because I am sick, but I'm getting better. You’re just an asshole!” Her screaming was so loud, Richie wondered if the neighbors would call the police.

“You fucking bitch. I provide for this family and give you everything and…”

Richie could barely stomach their argument. He paced around his room, his energy on overdrive. His mother screamed at his father to get out of the house and never come back. He told her he was planning on it anyway but that it was her responsibility to end Richie and that boy’s defiling of the family name. It was exhausting to listen to, like a never-ending record scratch.

The front door slammed violently and his mother was screaming at him to drop dead.

Richie heard her go into the kitchen and wondered if he should go out there. A part of him wanted to feign being asleep if she tried knocking, but that was their old relationship.

He rolled out of his bed and headed to the kitchen. He stood in the entrance frame watching his mother attempting to make hot chocolate.

“If the stove is too hot, it’ll burn.” Richie walked over and turned it down. Which I only know because of Eddie. Then he grabbed marshmallows from a cabinet and cinnamon sticks. He went into the fridge and took out the whipped cream, shaking the container before uncaping it.

She grinned at him weakly. “Where do all these sweets come from?”

“Oh Mom,” Richie said gently. “It’s time you knew that I only eat sweets.” He sprayed a ton of whipped cream straight into his mouth. 

She turned toward the stove and stirred the chocolate. “That must be why you are with Eddie.”

Richie choked on the whipped cream.

He swallowed quickly, looking at her in disbelief, “Mom, that was dirty.”

She laughed a genuine laugh. “Sorry! I meant because he is the sweetest of all. Damn it. That still sounds bad.”

“No, I’m using it on him. He’ll be mortified.” Richie’s laugh filled the kitchen and she chuckled too.

“That poor boy.” She shook her head. The hot chocolate was bubbling, so she took it off the stove to let it cool down. “Sonia has no idea about him does she?”

“Um...well he tried to tell her and she wouldn’t even let him say the word gay.” Richie watched his mother carefully. She didn’t flinch or frown. She just looked like the world was on her shoulders. “They aren’t speaking and he is technically not supposed to see me anymore. But of course, we don’t care.”

“Rich, I…” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I want to say I’m sorry.” She leaned against the kitchen counter with her arms crossed. He crossed his own subconsciously, half sitting on the kitchen table.

“For what?” He pushed.

“For everything. God...this is supposed to be step 9 of the program and I am supposed to have everything written out that I am sorry for.” She hung her head miserably as she tried to find the right words to say.

“If you want to wait until you get there, that’s ok.” Richie reassured her, even if he did want an apology. Hell, I want an apology for almost 17 years of neglect, please.

She tried again, “No, I want to say now that I’m sorry for how I reacted when you came out. I can barely even remember it because I was so…so...”

“Drunk. I remember. I was there. You also told me if you had a daughter this would not be an issue. You wouldn’t have to deal with a faggot son.” Richie thought about how horrible that night was. He had a perfect memory, practically photographic, so the expressions and words of hate his parents displayed were forever stamped in his brain.

“That’s the cruelest thing I could have said to you and I’m so sorry.” She blinked quickly trying to will her tears away.

Richie sighed not feeling in a comforting mood at that moment. “It happened. You can’t take it back.”

“No, I can’t.” She looked at him steadily. “Do you know why I said that?”

“So you could braid your hypothetical daughter’s hair? I mean mines getting pretty long so you could try -“

She interrupted his ramblings, “Because my biggest fear was seeing my husband in my son’s eyes.”

Richie stayed silent mulling that over. His biggest fear was becoming his father too. He shivered at the thought. Then asked quietly, “Was your fear?”

“I know, now, you could never be like him. You’re everything I want in a child and more. I’m sorry I never realized how good I got it until now.” There were no words for how that made Richie feel. He walked forward and hugged her for the second time that night. They pulled away to make their hot chocolate, adding tons of marshmallows and cinnamon sticks.

They sat down at the table in a bit of an uncomfortable silence. Richie usually avoided awkwardness by talking but he had nothing, in particular, he wanted to talk about.

“We should talk about your father’s threat to expose you and Eddie to his mom.” She said carefully.

Richie looked at her as he blew on his hot chocolate before drinking it. “Sure.”

“I think, and don’t bite my head off…” She waited for him to nod that he would stay relaxed. “As much as I hate to say it, you may need to temporarily end things with Eddie.”

“I’m not fucking doing that.” He practically slammed his mug on the table.

“Richie…” She warned

“No! I’m not afraid of him. Like you said, Wentworth can drop dead for all I care.” He yelled. She flinched at him raising his voice and he felt guilty. There had been too much yelling tonight. “I’m sorry.”

She gave him a sad stare. “Aren’t you afraid for Eddie? Our family is too messed for you to bring someone into it.”

“Mom I…”

“You love him. I know. It is ultimately your decision but you have to figure out whether he should have pain thrust upon him or choose to bring that pain on himself.” Those words hung in the air like a parasite ready to kill its host.

Cliffhanger x2

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Bihhhh Gabe - kitchen. Genji - bathroom Jack - attic Jesse - bedroom. You don’t have to do them alllll

Bih you know I’m gonna. 

These are my personal HCs for LtR, read below the cut:

Gabe - Kitchen:

What is the character’s favourite food?

Gabe’s eaten a wide variety of foods, but nothing will ever beat his abuela’s cooking. Her carne asada is just the best. It just is. And don’t get him started about her tamales.

Are they good at cooking? How good/bad?

Gabe is the best cook in the household. He’s no 5 star chef, but he knows what spices are and how to use them, unlike Jack, who uses none, and Genji, whose version of cooking is to dump everything he can find in a pan and then forget he was attempting to cook until the fire alarm reminds him.

Do they leave the dishes out?

Seeing dishes left on the counter, on the stove, or even in the sink makes Gabe flinch like his abuela’s smacked his knuckles with a wooden spoon when he was younger for such offenses. He physically can not stand to leave dishes out.

What kind of food is in their refridgerator?

Wiith high-calorie intaking veterans and a bottomless pit named Jesse in the house, they have to keep stocked. There is always a ridiculous amount of eggs and bacon in the fridge, peppers and onions galore, apple juice for Genji and sports drinks for the guys, beer Jesse thought he could hide, meats and vegetables Gabe plans on using that week for a meal or three, sandwich fixings that only Jesse and Jack really seem to use. That’s just the fridge. The pantry is ridiculous.

Do they cook, eat out or get take-away/delivered food more?

As much as Gabe likes to cook, he doesn’t cook incredibly often. Maybe twice a week if work isn’t too heavy on him. Gabe tends to order or pick up food on his way home for everyone. Gabe is more inclined to cook if someone asks him to make something specific that week. Gabe will especially help cook when they visit his abuela, and is an unstoppable force in the kitchen for holidays.

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Genji - Bathroom:

How does the character prepare in the morning?

Genji is early to rise most of the time, not able to sleep once the warm body next to him is gone (he indulges more in sleeping in once Jesse is one of those warm bodies). Which is good, considering he’ll take his time getting ready for the day. Full face wash, careful makeup application, hair perfectly gelled or moussed. He’ll take forever getting dressed, wanting Jack’s (or whoever he can trap) opinion on what panties he should wear, which day collar to show off, which of his ridiculous collection of plugs to wear. He’ll catch up on beauty and fashion people he follows on social media the whole time he’s getting ready.

Do they sing in the shower?

By himself, no. Genji showering by himself will usually just be him staring at the wall for 35 minutes. Genji does not like to shower alone. When he gets to shower with Jesse, they’ll listen to music and sing along as loudly and obnoxiously as possible. Attempted dance moves have resulted in some chain-reaction slipping and falling and therefore are not repeated.

What kind of hair product/make-up do they use?

Genji’s hair stylist, Amelie, gives him his hair products. They’re all French and he has no idea what’s in them, but she would kill him if he used anything else. Makeup, Genji has it all, as far as brands go. Especially anything that’s getting rave reviews online or is a new trend. Jack makes him clean out his makeup boxes and drawers every few months due to it accumulating at a ridiculous rate.

How clean is this character?

Genji is ridiculous. He hates sweat on him for too long. Outdoor activities are usually avoided, as there’s dirt out there. Genji will indulge in a spa day usually twice a month to scrub him down and wax everything, as well as get an immaculate mani/pedi experience. The boy’s nails are always pristine and clean. And I was just talking to Trash about enemas for a reason… He’s clean inside and out.

Does the character have thousands of shampoo/shower gel bottles by the shower, or do they use only the bare essentials?

Genji has a stupid plethora of body washes, perfumes, soaps, oils, and bath bombs. He loves to smell good. But Amelie would crash through a window and destroy him the second he bought any hair product she didn’t recommend. At least that’s what he think she’d do, anyway. Better not to risk it.

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Jack - Attic:

What is the character afraid of?

Jack is a war veteran, plagued by nightmares consisting of memories twisted into things of horror. He’s seen and done things he’d rather not repeat, ever, not in action or word. Despite being in the BDSM community, Jack is afraid he will hurt someone, truly hurt them. He doesn’t trust himself to deliver pain for pleasure when it gets to a certain point. And he will not choke someone.

How do they deal with bad memories?

Usually their memories crop up in the form of nightmares, though explosions and gunfire will occasionally bring forward some flashbacks. Gabe grounds him, and he does the same for Gabe, bringing each other back to the present. When Genji came into his life, Genji would be there for the nightmares and the flashbacks, and learned quickly how to ease him back down. Jack has some bad memories regarding his family and hometown, but he’ll just harden his expression and press past it if they ever come up.

What is this character’s role in a horror movie?

Jack would call the police on a spooky house. He doesn’t play that shit lol. In the midst of actual danger, though, Jack would be the one to gather everyone together and come up with the plan to get out of the situation alive.

How do they hide their secrets?

Jack is pretty open at this point in his life. If someone doesn’t know something about him, it’s probably just because they haven’t asked about it. As a younger man, Jack struggled with learning himself so much he developed many secrets, mostly about how he really felt about things versus how people expected him to feel. He used bullheaded pride and anger to cover himself when he was feeling like he would be exposed, but in the end he merely came clean and freed himself from secrets.

Which of the Seven Deadly Sins does the character relate to most?

Pride. Jack may be open about himself but he likes to maintain an image, which, when challenged, makes that old prideful attitude rear its head again. Gabe has known him for so long that he’ll pick at Jack’s prideful side and humble him at times.

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Jesse - Bedroom:

How does this character sleep? (Position, sleeping habits, bedtime routines)

Jesse just falls asleep when he feels like it. Not much prep to it. He’ll get jostled by Gabe to wake up and go brush his teeth when he falls asleep without doing it first. Jesse usually lays on his back or stomach, ending up in weird positions and places in bed half the time, but if someone wants to spoon or have him snuggle up to them, he’ll lay on his side… though he usually ends up squirming away. He runs hot at night and gets sweaty up against another body.

What are their pyjamas like?

Flannel pajama pants and an old, soft, too-large-on-him shirt of Gabe’s in cooler months, just silly boxers that Genji (and sometimes Gabe) get him when it’s warmer.

What do they dream about usually?

Santa Fe, his Mama, and Gabe.

How neat/tidy is this character?

Jesse doesn’t try to be messy, but he ends up thinking he’ll come back to something or someplace, only to get distracted and leave his mess behind for someone else to find. He’ll help clean up the kitchen after Gabe cooks, and he keeps his personal bedroom tidy. He won’t fret over organization, however, and his clothes are never folded right. He’s a strange kind of in-between with his tidiness.

How affectionate is this character?

Jesse will sling an arm around someone as he stands with them, but generally doesn’t outright show affection unless he really needs it. He will cuddle the shit out of his boyfriends in private, though.