#Vegas doesnt even know what hit him

[paingoes]

Questions for any/all/however many of your OCs because I'm bored and curious.

How have they changed throughout their development? (I don't mean in-character --- like how do they differ now from the previous versions? How are they different now from the very first time you thought of them?)

How would the story differ if a character/s were in the position (societal, emotional, etc, any or all) of other character/s?

What's something (or multiple things) that they'd never, ever tell anyone?

What's something they'd never tell anyone, but really want to?

What do they think of when they hear the word "home"?

Are they religious? What are their thoughts on religion?

ooooo this is so much fun thank you for sending!!! okay!!!

1.) How have they changed throughout their development?

i wanna say that delta has been pretty watertight since inception. the story was created with him in mind. honestly i didnt always know where the plot was going and a lot of that was improvised, but his character and the way he reacts to things are fundamentally what holds the whole thing together. living weapon-whistle blower dichotomy was always there. thats my boy :)

paris and lorelai were both like. they invited themselves in and havent left basically id say that was their effect on the plot. ive said this a lot but the early paris characterization is kinda weak, he was just meant to be a kind of controlling and cruel whumper. and he was always supposed to be close to delta in age. that was basically it. i feel like the first time i really "got" him was when i wrote him in Moonshine blacked out and sobbing on the floor. and even now when i reread it im like. Oh there he is.

lorelai i guess ive also had her characterization down for a while. she has a good heart and despite her sheltered upbringing she has a very strong revolutionary spirit! shes kind of an idealist and she has a really rigid moral sense which is a good contrast to paris's ability to justify literally anything.

i planned to write rubies before crash out or to have crash out be like. a side story to rubies. but i remember the exact moment i realized when i wanted to do with paris and lorelai and it hit me in the head really hard. i was like. they neeeeeed to do fear and loathing in las vegas.

2.) How would the story differ if a character/s were in the position (societal, emotional, etc, any or all) of other character/s?

gonna hold my tongue on this one because the roleswap/princess delta AU is coming!!!!! no spoilers hehehehe

3.) What's something (or multiple things) that they'd never, ever tell anyone?

hmmmm. i feel like delta would really try to avoid talking about times where he was like. gleefully and proudly complicit in hurting and destroying other people. "glee" is definitely a strong word but he takes pride in his work and he knows hes the fucking best at it. he really enjoys the dopamine rush of hitting targets on a purely mechanical level and he enjoyed being The Favorite at the institute. hes knows its wrong now but at the time? he lived off the validation.

one thing lorelai would never tell anyone is that she thinks the living weapon thing was hot.

lorelai: omg poor delta :(((( thats so sad lorelai: it shouldve been me

while lorelai is pretty morally upright she defintiely has a thing about violence and control CTRL. lorelai is a foil to paris but she is a parallel to delta and i think she also really really wants to feel useful in the same way he can be. this doesnt mean shes okay with what paris did to him AT ALL but she is very. captivated by the concept to say the least.

4.) What's something they'd never tell anyone, but really want to?

i cant think of anything tbh! lorelai is mostly an open book and she says what she's thinking. if delta felt strongly enough about anything to confide in someone, and he felt safe to do so, i think he'd cave to that too. i feel like i should have an answer here for paris because he's definitely in the business of "i can't admit this even to myself" but i think if he really wanted to say something he would just say it. i dont think any of them are really good at keeping secrets.

5.) What do they think of when they hear the word "home"?

paris thinks of thales, which is silly. it's not like he ever spent that much time there.

loreali thinks of absalom! she loves her home and its kind of incredible she ever left. she made a big sacrifice doing it and she doesnt regret it but she does get homesick a lot.

delta has no immediate associations and that is something that definitely eats at him. minor spoilers for rubies i guess but he will eventually come to associate Galatea -- and especially Levon -- with home.

6.) Are they religious? What are their thoughts on religion?

i think it would be funny here to say lorelai's family is southern baptist. delta was raised atheist and in fact i think Martino was probably a total snob about it and made him read Space Richard Dawkins. none of them are particularly spiritual but paris and lorelai are both weirdly superstitious. paris believes in the afterlife.

destroyer does not have good religious lore but i did once canonize Space Catholicism so i could make a dick-sucking joke

[trash-can-sam]

Ive finally made a sandrock OC (KIND OF) I havent just stolen the design of and put somewhere else. and I really want to talk about her. So here she is.

I wanted to give some lore to this character Qi mentions 3 times

AND now shes in my brain, so Ill say some things about her:

She wanted to be a biologist but ended up going into the same type of research job Qi's in because it paid more

Qi and Bugs went to college together and ended up working pretty closely on a few projects, maybe even had internships/jobs at the same place for a while before Qi moved to Sandrock.

She got the nickname Bugs because she would always pick up random bugs in elementry school and the name just kind of stuck. She prefers it to her actual name (which I have not thought of yet because names are hard)

Qi says that they are rivals, but I dont think thats actually true given how much they talk. I think its a lot more like a one sided rivalry where Qi has decided shes his rival and she just kinda plays along because its fun, but theyre actually just friends (not that Qi would admit that, but Bugs refers to and thinks of him as a friend)

Although she still works in Vega 5, she doesnt particularly love it there. To her, she just has nowhere else to go and the pay and lifestyle of Vega 5 is too much to resist, especially for someone wihtout that many goals.

Qi managed to get her into Gungham and so they have amazing conversations that only come from ADHD-Autism friendships where both people have the same hyperfixation. (I speak from experience when I say its the best thing)

She visits sandrock sometimes because she doesnt know where else to go when she has stacked up vacation days.

She gets very annoyed whenever people dont know what they're talking about, hence her friendship with Qi not really being an issue, because both of them are like this and they both thrive off of each others intellectual energy.

ALSO. Some things about her personal relationships to people in Sandrock:

Her and Grace are dating, mostly because I want Grace to have a girlfriend so bad (I am so starved for sapphic relationships you dont understand). They have been rotating in my brain SO MUCH, so I'll talk about them. This is largely because it would be SO FUNNY.

Their relationship started because Bugs would regularly visit Sandrock, so she would see Grace a lot. Since the Blue Moon Saloon isnt really that busy, they would talk to eachother quite a bit. After a few trips of both of them talking, Bugs decides it would be funny to mess with Qi whenever her and Qi eat dinner later that night, and she thinks the funniest way to do that is by Grace hitting on her at this dinner. Make it real awkward for Qi. I plan on making a comic for this actually SO we will see if it actually gets done. If it does it will be so funny you dont even know (it definetly will not be thats the brainrot talking.)

After that, they meet up outside the Blue Moon Saloon to toast to their success of making Qi extremely confused, they walk around sandrock and sit at the oasis a while. Nothing happens that night, but they both come away from it as deeper friends and a little crush. Not in like, a way that is that noticable, or a way either of them intend on pursuing, but a way that definelty exists. Neither of them are stupid, and both of them tend to do a good amount of introspection, so they both pick up on this and it changes the dynamic a little, but in a good way.

As time goes on, Bugs makes more and more visits to Sandrock, to see Qi of course, but the reason increasingly becomes to see Grace as well. They both flirt with eachother a bit here and there, until Grace asks her out on a date and it ends up becoming a thing. Still thinking of details there BUT! They will be thought of, dont worry.

NOW, For what this relationship means for them both and their similarities and a couple differences:

For both of them, this is the first romantic relationship they have had that really feels like the other person can keep up with them. Both of them are super smart, and they both sort of have unfollowed dreams.

They are also both workaholics discontent with the circumstances they're in, and I feel like they bond a lot over that.

BOTH OF THEM ARE VERY SILLY. Grace, especially if youre dating her, uses a lot of very silly language. Like whenever youre dating, her greeting is "Hey good lookin, what ya got cookin?" She has many many silly lines and I would reccomend reading her dialogue page if you havent already read it all the way through like 3 times. Bottom line is, shes goofy. And Bugs is also goofy. Not in exactly the same way, but like she calls Qi a chatty cathy, thats goofy. AND SOMETHING GRACE WOULD DO IF HER AND QI WERE FRIENDS IN THAT WAY. They would be a very annoying couple and I find that extremely funny especially in the context of them spending a good amount of time with Qi, who probably doesnt pick up on it half the time.

Both of them are the type to distract from their inner turmoil with humor. If you have gone on a playdate with grace or read her entire dialogue page, you would know she does this a non-zero amount of times, quite commonly in fact. Bugs does the same type of thing, but she does tend to talk a lot less than Grace.

Bugs is an introvert unlike Grace, but she can read people surprisingly well. Not anywhere near as well as Grace, of course, but still pretty well.

Both have jobs that end up with them being relatively isolated from personal connections. For Bugs, shes working in a team with a lot of people she doesnt really like, for Grace, she has to keep quiet about her job for the most part. This leads to them having an interesting dynamic in which both of them dont really know how to navigate personal, unguarded relationships super well. Bugs hasnt had any close friends in a long time, and Grace cant turn off her agent brain, oftentimes getting a lot more from Bugs than Bugs would want her to. I have a real thing for relationships where one person is quite guarded and the other person can read them super well, and Bugs and Grace fit this dynamic very well in both directions. Bugs tends to read Grace more than she expects too, not by a crazy amount or anything, but she does catch Grace offguard occasionally, just because Grace tends to drop it more often without realizing it around Bugs.

They have the same sort of (aspiring) archeolegist and researcher dynamic Grace and Qi have (That I touched on here) but romantic so. I think thats fun personally, because its a cool sort of combining of forces. It also hits a bit different from Grace's and Qi's simply because Bugs is a lot more like Grace personality wise.

A couple other relationships in sandrock:

Her and Zeke get along. She visits Zeke sometimes, because of her interest in biology. And I just think they would get along. Not just because she likes plants but I also think she would appricate how Zeke is very knowlegable on what he does as well as desert farming in general.

She doesnt like the church very much (for the innate ideological differences that come with being a researcher), but she still has a laugh with Dan-Bi occasionally.

I like the idea of her getting along with Fang a bit. I think she has at least looked at some of what she uses to make medicine and is like "oh wow thats genius!"

I think she would have a very fun time messing with Yan (because Yan is literally so funny idc what anyone else says I love him so much) I dont think she would like him, but I think she would have fun talking to him every now and then just to prod him (which Yan ofc doesnt notice) for goofs.

I love the idea of her getting along with Unsuur. I cannot explain why. But I think they would be drinking buddies.

Some design notes and how she dresses when shes not in a lab coat:

I had to give her a long lab coat because thats a demographic severely underepresented in sandrock

Her shirt color is pretty similar to Qi's undershirt, it just felt like it fit. Its also half untucked like Qi's, but Bugs does it because she thinks it looks good while Qi does it because hes tired. I dont really know how to draw that sort of distinction, but just know that its there.

Her belt buckle is gold while Qis is silver

Her hairtie is dark blue, Qis tie is light blue. Theres not a whole lot to that I just thought it was neat personally.

Her fashion sense tends to be pretty casual, usually hoodies and shorts while shes in her apartment and pretty normal streetwear outside of it. I dont think that she wears as many belts as the average Sandrock or Portia citizen. Since we havent been to Vega 5, I cant say for sure what the normal fashion sense is like, but based off of Qi and Petra, who are more like the average Vega 5er, and what is known about the culture, I assume regular dress tends to be more busniess casual-formal. I dont count Merlin, who was so eccentric she got kicked out of Vega 5, Or Mint, who seems overly casual, in this assesment. However, Bugs dresses in whatever is slightly more casual than the normal Vega 5 streetwear. Not as casual as Mint, but definetly not formal. She's kind of done with Vega 5's general busniess culture, not done enough to leave, but done enough that she doesnt really care what she wears off the clock if that makes sense.

That is all for my unhinged ramblings. I have a lot of ideas about her and maybe I will actually do something with those, so I thought I should introduce her.

[ladysophiebeckett]

also i need to complain about ysblf fic i skim read. i thought i would enjoy it bc it’s au 5 yrs into the future--a ‘what if they didnt get back together and found their way back to each other’. a second chance fic if u will. and im usually down for that bc i like angst but oh my god. this was...bad. i dont mean like, bad writing. (i mean it wasnt great bc a lot it was ‘and then this happened and this happend’ and not enough dialogue’). like the writer thought they were writing a feminist take. like, im not even 100 percent sure a woman even wrote it. bc...idk. 

it takes place after she rejects him at the bar with michel. and armando’s like ‘i promise to stay away from you and never hurt u again. i simply dont want u to hate me. i only wish that if we ever see other again, u acknowledge me’. 

and i was down for that. 

but then. 

betty leaves ecomoda, and nicolas stays as president. she goes to cartagena and dates michel for 8 months. and then leaves him. also, she doesnt go back to bogota. she takes different jobs at different banks or something. and has different boyfriends. just leads an independent modern life away from her parents. which....okay. canon betty loves her parents and even wanted to take them with her to cartagena. but okay. 

then its 5 yrs later and she sees armando again and he’s different. but betty’s like ‘thats my man’. but like, its them but its not. like, these are just characters with their names. betty, even tho shes like 30 something, acts really reckless and immature. and armando isn’t a yeller anymore. and also he tells her that he almost got married to someone two years ago and she freaks out. 

ALSO mario is suddenly a good person bc he knocked a women up and now he has to be a single dad. marcela is suddenly not a mean person ever since she got married and had a baby. and they kill off armando’s sister for angst. and his parents suddenly love him. meanwhile, the writer took it upon themselves to make hermes a completely terrible man and make her mom envious of betty’s independence. towards the end, she brings armando back to bogota, but she visits her parents alone. and hermes calls her a whore bc he knows about her various relationships and bc she’s living with armando sans marriage and he also he doenst like armando. and then he hits beatriz. and then armando finds out and he beats the shit of hermes. and then beatriz gets mad at him????

it’s so crazy and not in a fun way. like, the writer really went out of their way to make her parents bad ppl but redeem his parents. 

and here’s the kicker---at the end they elope to vegas and have a son instead of a daughter. oh and they live in berlin. 

i didnt even get into the sex scenes that i was like ???????? bc one chapter literally had an authors note  saying that their male friend complained that sex scenes in fanfic were always about women’s pleasure and they wrote this chapter for their friend that that wasn’t always the case. 

so the author is either a man themselves or a woman with a strong case of ‘pick me’. i dont know. i just know i was horrified. 

[stefanyd]

First of all, we all need to agree that that wasn't aftercare, that was just care lol. If anything, it was the beginning of Vegas' journey on no longer being careless with Pete's wellbeing.

I know im being pedantic at best, annoying at worse, but i think we need to learn to use these words correctly or people that don't know better, or are starting their own journey within kink territory, will be misinformed in dangerous ways.

Second of all, Pete honestly asking Vegas -his captor- if he's okay while he himself is not okay, tied up, hurting and tired? And Vegas' little disbelieving smile because he's very aware of this and is baffled by Pete? I live for that.

[8verity8]

So, little observation(s) about Vegas in the final showdown and throughout the show overall.

My opinion/interpretation obviously. I can totally see others feeling differently.

*****SPOILERS******

1. Vegas basically warned Porsche that a Minor family showdown was coming and then explicitly called and TOLD him exactly WHEN they were attacking... which is why Porsche was able to get back to the compound in time to help Kinn.

2. I don't think Vegas wants to kill Kinn... it's another one of those he HAS to moments-like when he was ordered to take care of (kill) Pete. Instead of just killing him he starts "monolguing/toying with his food like he's pushing off the inevitable/waiting for something-ANYTHING-to interrupt them and give Kinn the upper hand again. Which leads me to...

3. I don't think Vegas knows who he is or how to define himself in the absence of Kinn and in the absence of his father and that terrifies him.

4. I also straight up think the man is (or at least was) suicidal. He seems to have accepted that he's going to die young and there are several moments when he appears to look forward to that day and an end to the pain.

5. He is so certain the Major family will kill him either in their coup attempt or after it fails that when Korn doesn't he straight up loses his shit. I don't think that was just about losing his father and his position... it was about his story not reaching the inevitable conclusion he always knew was coming... that it was supposed to have, and ultimately Vegas is not ready or able to cope with that.

6. While I DO think Vegas has no problem killing, manipulating or torturing people... even enjoys doing it to a certain extent. I think he is more gray than he was portrayed to be throughout the show... he is a follow orders kind of guy, an enforcer, not a leader.

7. Which leads me to Vegas and his Daddy issues... we get the impression that he tries all these different plans that always fail but I don't think it was quite what we were led to believe. Pete even says, "they hit us because they themselves suck." With all of the abuse Vegas receives (which I imagine was probably much worse and more extensive than what we saw) he doesn't strike me as the type to go off on his own a lot. Do reconnaissance, collect info? Sure, 100%... but when it comes to big, Major plans? I got the feeling that he was mainly following Kan's orders. But then Kan would blame HIM and beat HIM every time his own plan went wrong because he couldn't acknowledge that he was the one who failed/ "sucked." I think that's also why Vegas was so pissed at Tawan, because Tawan DID fuck up which meant that this time it WAS Vegas's fault the plan failed and his inevitable punishment/abuse was justified.

8. Which leads me to my final point (finally, lol) and that is that I think Vegas rebels against his Dad in little, secret ways throughout the series... in ways that (hopefully) won't earn him more of his father's abuse or damage his standing within the families. -he doesnt kill Pete when he's told to do so. -He helps Porsche get info on his mom (when he's supposed to still be in hiding). -he warns Porsche when the Minor family is attacking. -he hesitates to Kill Kinn...

I REALLY want a season 2 so we can hopefully see who Vegas is outside of his defined roles in relation to his father and Kinn.

[jemmo]

More vegaspete brain rot because these idiots won’t let me have a moment of peace

So

Does Pete escape on his own and leave Vegas behind or does Vegas let him go himself? What are we thinking

oh anon you are asking the most difficult questionsssss

i rlly dont know, mostly bc i have no idea how these last 2 eps are gonna pan out. i feel like shit is rlly gonna hit the fan, and something so big is gonna happen that it affects everyone in the show, like everyone coming together and taking sides and deciding where their loyalties lie. bc of everything going on with korn and his relation to porsche's parents, i feel like there might be a want to turn against him, esp if its revealed he did some bad shit involving porsche's family, which then drives kinn to decide who he sides with. ideally, what i'd like is a joining forces to take down shitty mafia fathers and kinn and vegas take the reins but thats probably wishful thinking, but my ability to predict these next 2 eps is so minimal that my brain is just going everywhere.

all this to say i think it depends how much longer vegas and pete are together before shit blows up that dictates how they separate. pete's already been given a chance to run and he didnt, in fact he only used that opportunity to get closer to vegas, so i feel like they wouldnt make him escaping a plot point, not when he's been given the chance twice and he's still there. what i'm more tied between is whether pete actually leaves at all, bc that would be the test of where his loyalties lie. if shit goes down and the main family are in trouble, pete might want to go back and protect them, bc of his loyalty to the family and how much he cares about the other bodyguards. if thats the case its a question of does he run without vegas knowing, does he ask or beg vegas to go and vegas lets him, or does vegas not let him leave at all, either bc he feels too much for pete now or bc having pete is this one up he can use against the main family, again it all depends on where their relationship is at that moment.

bc equally pete might be more committed, such that when shit hits the fan he insists he stays with vegas, to protect him, bc he cant leave him alone, not now that he cares. so then does vegas listen, or does vegas let pete go, bc he thinks pete would be safer with the main family, away from him, bc he's the one that people want to get to . literally the possibilities are endless, but what i hope is that from this we see vegas showing real care for pete, being the good guy for once, and in return pete stays by his side, for the first time he's not left alone, not abandoned, the one he loves doesnt leave him. if not, i feel like them separating would be such heart break but thats some ultimate pathetic level vegas i want to see, which would be made even better to see his face when pete returns to him. idk anon i just know i want drama and feelings and shock bc thats my jam

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Tell me more about this fake relationship au I’m interested 👀

I AM GLAD YOU ASKED

So its not all that thought out right now, because I thought it up last night. I'll make a whole post on it when I'm done because it has become clear to me that this is about to become one of my AUs (aka way to thought out and researched). So you're about to get what my brain decided to spit ball at me last night. It was basically 3 dif scenarios. One was time travel of all things 🤷‍♀️

So the root of all these is that Jacques did something (again) that upset a lot of people, and people are huddled up in a group (in the training room? break room?) talking about it. Someone mentions how it doesnt matter what anyone does, it doesnt really effect the guy personally. Marrow says something along the lines of "I wish we could hurt him personally, just once, just to finally get a hit in" (is he allowed to say that on the job? idk but its fanfic so). And either Weiss or Winter suggests the fake dating/marriage idea. I like to think Winter has a lot of personality inside her, she just only expresses anger/irritation outwardly, which Marrow will discover through this journey 😏. So does she like the idea of facing her dad when he's mad? Its canon that she doesnt but Weiss seems to enjoy making him mad when she's not there to get yelled at so I'm transferring that to Winter and dialing it up a bit. So basically Marrow wants to take a potshot at either Jacques or just Atlas elite society in general and Winter is always down for pissing off her dad.

Now heres where things get shifty. Right now Im only coming up with Married For Years dynamic or Oh Shit This Is Serious level of situation which doesnt quite work with the prank vibes this began as. Like Winter and Marrow being forced to have dinner with her parents and stuff after they "eloped", which is just angst, and i was going for Winter and Marrow playing into whatever crazy thing the tabloids are saying. And like by doing this (real or fake) they could be breaking a lot of fraternization rules, turning a fake scandal into a real one. Granted the media, and therefore everyone Jacques has to talk to at functions, cares more about a Schnee dating a faunus. Winter and Ironwood are pretty tight so I dont think either would loose their job. They might try to get Ironwood to officiate their wedding, in a version where they go all in, and he has to say no because if he does that he will officially burn every bridge he has with Jacques and the military kinda needs his dust.

so basically i gotta decide if its gonna be funny, and in turn how much i can stretch their personalities before they get OOC, or it would be serious, with Winter and Marrow trying to keep this up when they dont actually know much about each other and the Ace Ops making unhelpful commentary (*cough* referring to Winter by names Marrow now knows Winter hates, like "cold-hearted" *cough*). I dont see it as "we were drunk and in Vegas and thought it was a funny idea" type thing but also that would be HILARIOUS and i just cant take it off the table yet. Im also having trouble coming up with why Marrow would agree to this, because someone would def try to talk him out of it and a lot is on the line for a prank

as for the time travel one (it was actually this first one that popped into my head and i dont even like that trope, and now its kinda my fav option for this) it was Winter (and Marrow?) ending up back in time during V7 or before era, and present!Marrow seeing a whole nother side of her when she slips and acts like this version of him is her husband, and the Ace Ops actually seeing her express emotion since future!Marrow has managed to pull some personality into her external expressions. And the whole reason they are happily married never wouldve happened if they hadnt gotten married to piss off Jacques. Also Ice Queen Schnee glaring at everyone but being soft around her fun guy husband. Like she's staring daggers at Harriet while Marrow hands her a ice pack and sits next to her on the couch before putting his arm around her and she leans in. Maybe the fight with Cinder left her with lasting injuries (it prob did. I mean she was in a exoskeleton just to walk in V8) and in the following year Marrow got hurt too, so Ruby is over in the corner calling them "old" when they start complaining about how the Atlas cold is making their bodies hurt and "this is why we moved to [insert warm location here]"

[voidselfshipp]

The Diner 'Round The Corner

Cw: food/food description, violence mention, alcohol mention, age gap ( s/I is in early twenties, John is like 45, for the rest of the ages please read the description of my Military Goofballs Half Ocs).

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Summary: After coming back from Afghanistan the Alpha Commando goes to a Brand New 80s themes dinner and fall in love at first sight with the lovely waitress that take their order.

Taglist: @tex-treasures @samsbeckett

Ah, yes, hot summer days, who doesnt love them?.

The sun shines, the Sky is clear, and theres so much things to do with Friends! You can go to the beach, to the arcade, have a picnic. Or go to pretty diners!

Now, to say that the Alpha Commando team missed civilian life was an understatement, after being in Afghanistan for so long, it was nice to be back home and enjoy a calmer and safer life.

And one of the first things they decided to do, them being the ever close Group of friends, was to go to one of this dinners, it was called Four-Wheeled Dinner, which prided itself in its 80s Retro aesthetic and food served by Rollerskating Waiters and Waitresses.

As the men entered they could hear Suzzane's Vega "Tom's Dinner" playing in the background, quickly scooting to a booth with a Window to the outside.

I am sitting in the morning at the diner on the corner

I am waiting at the counter for the man to pour the coffee

And he fills it only halfway, and before I even argue

He is looking out the window at somebody coming in

Nova sighed looking at her co-worker, Jake, pour coffee on a mug, the place was crowded and both were going to get chewed out if he didnt hurry.

Shes about to say something when she turns her head to the outside of the dinner.

There were five men, military for sure, they all gave off those vibes-- You know 'em?-- Nova asked.

Jake shook his head and finished pouring the coffee-- sort of? My dads a friend of those guys, I didnt expect them to come back from Afghanistan so soon though..

--Huh, well, do you want to go take their order?

--No,they scare the living shit out of me-- Jake answered and handed the tray with food to her.

Nova rolled her eyes and started skating towards the table that ordered that coffee he took forever to pour.

--Man isnt it crazy to be back home? I mean we almost died back there in afghan...-- Said Thomas flipping through the menu.

--Right there with ya buddy, its unnerving how calm this ambience in, noise and all-- agreed Jason-- Man this Burgers look amazing, I think I might order myself one of those

--Agreed -- Added Duncan taking off his sunglasses and leaving them besides his phone-- What about you sarge, what are you getting?

--I honestly dont know, after eating out of a can for months having fast food is weird-- answered Seargeant John Morris-- those fries sure look good though

Jason Turned to his friend Lucas, and snorted-- Check out Lucas over here, Like a kid in fuckin' christmas

--Oh come on! You know how much I like the 80s-- Lucas snapped back.

Their bantering stopped when the sound of rollerblades stopping caught their attention.

--Hello! My name is Nova, May I take your order, gentlemen?

The Alpha Commando had to do a double take, infront of their table was a young woman, perhaps around early 20s, Brown hair in a bun. She was wearing a Pink 80s waitress outfit with a white apron, her green eyes seemed to shine as the various lights hit her face.

She was, without doubts, very,very beautiful, her smile was warm and cheerful, but slowly Turned into a confused look as the men before her did not answer her question.

--Oh yes sorry,sorry-- Lucas was the first one to talk, saving him and his Friends from looking weird as shit-- we couldnt quite hear you over the noise of the dinner.

That seemed enough to convince the young woman that in fact, the five of them were not weirdos, because there was quite a lot of noise.

--We'll get two burgers-- Said Jason-- the ones with Bacon and fried eggs, you up for some fries, macy?

Duncan nodded-- Sure, and could you bring us some beer?

Nova quickly scribbled down the order-- Sure, what else?

-- ill take a stake with fries and some soda-- John followed up.

--Can you add another Burger, fries, and beer for me?-- asked Lucas.

--Sure!, and you?-- the waitress asked Thomas, who jumped slightly on his Seat.

--Uh,just a club sandeich and soda--He answered.

Nova muttered the order under her breath, then she nodded again and her bright smile returned-- Okay, anything else I can do for you?

Duncan was going to answer "can you give me your number?" But quickly dismissed the idea, given his and his Friends prior behavior. The place was crowded and the last thing this poor overworked soul needed was his ass asking her for her number.

--the son of a friend of ours works here, you know a guy named Jake? Jake Smith?-- asked John.

--Yeah hes a friend of mine,why?

--Just say hi for us, its been a while since we saw him

Nova giggled remebering what Jake had told her about these guys-- Sure, well, be right back, gentlemen --And so she rollerskated away back to the kitchen.

The five of them let out a relieved sigh.

--Nice save, folken-- Macy complimented.

Lucas gave his friend an acknowledgement nodd-- how did you know Jake worked here?

--his dad mentioned it in one of the letters he sent me-- answered John.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Nova was handing out the order she just took to jake-- the guys that freak you out send their regards

Jake looked a bit panicked, quickly grabbing the paper with the order-- please hand them the food

--Why do they freak you out so much?--the woman inquired.

--Cause they are military dudes! They are jacked as shit! Im scared ill mess up their order and get the crap beaten out of me!

--oh come on J! I think they are nice, anyway, I have more food to deliver, be right back-- She Answered and rolled away.

20 or so minutes later the food was ready and Nova quickly delivered it to the Alpha Commando.

--Okay, let me know if theres anything else I can help you with, enjoy your food

--We'll be just fine with this--John assured-- heres the money and a tip

As she counted the money and the tip her eyes went wide-- I,-- thank you for your generosity, its..well its nice, yknow with the dinner being packed up

--yeah, not to mention the Karens that come in an out-- Duncan added-- I worked in retail so I know your pain, kid

Nova laughed and nodded-- they are a nightmare arent they? Well, lovely to chat with you guys and sorry to cut the conversation short but you know-- she vaguely gestures at the sea of people in the dinner.

--Much work to be done-- Duncan quickly followed up.

--Exactly,thank you again for the tip and have a nice day!-- and so the waitress went away, leaving the men wanting to talk to her a bit more.

At the end of the day, Jake and Nova recounted the money they made, with most of the staff gone it was the two of them on the end of their shift, waiting for the night staff to arrive.

--And they tipped you how much?!-- Jake asked.

-- two hundred dollars--Nova answered-- this just gives me more evidence that they are nice

The man rolled his eyes-- Whatever, Well...guess we are getting a bonus Next week

--We sure Will, well im off to my home, see you tomorrow jake--she gave him a quick hug and now that she was in her usual every day wear (With the rollerskates still on) left to her home.

Three days later the Alpha commando had returned to the dinner, this time during the afternoon.

Nova was quite excited when she saw them pass the threshold of the dinners door, today was somewhat of a quiet day so she quickly went to their table to take their order.

--Gentlemen, nice to see you again-- She said with a smile.

Duncan was the first to answer, taking off his glasses and returning her smile-- with such a good service who wouldnt want to come back?-- he flirted.

The waitress' cheeks went Pink, almost matching her uniform-- thats very nice of you, so, what can I do for you on this lovely afternoon?

--Well, I havent eaten Apple pie in a while-- Said Jason-- so how about a slice of that and a latte

--add another applepie slice and some lavender lemonade-- Added Thomas.

--Uh-huh-- Nova mumbled-- what else?

--Well I want a capuccino and a cherry pie-- answered Duncan.

--ill get a strawberry lemonade and a chocolate cake-- Lucas followed up.

--And ill get just a black coffee-- John ordered.

The rest of the seargeant Friends looked at him.

--Just a black coffee?, really searge?-- Duncan said-- old age is getting to you huh.

--Shut the fuck up, macy-- Warned John.

--Thats okay, he gets a senior discount, hes playing it Smart-- the waitress added, hoping they would take it lightly.

Thomas was the first one to start laughing, then Lucas, Duncan and Jason, John was the last one to join in but not before answering back with a quip of his own.

--Well, if I get a senior discount im guessing that you get a "Kids eat free" pass, huh?

Nova processed the comment before letting out a cackle-- okay, I totally deserved that, nice one--The seargeant nodded in agreement with a smile-- okay, ill be right back with you guys' order

--Oh just before you go!-- Thomas said-- I hope this isnt too forward but would you like to sit with us for a while? You seem fun to hang out with

Nova smiled-- sure, my break is in ten minutes, once I bring your order ill go find a chair and sit with you, even join you in your afternoon snack if thats okay with y'all?

The men nodded-- dont worry, we dont mind-- answered Duncan.

And with that she rolled back to the kitchen.

After a bit she came back with the food plus a tray for herself.

On the right side of the booth were Jason and Lucas, on the left side,Thomas, John and Duncan.

Nova sat infront of the latter witt a soft -- Excuse me-- and Gently took her food out of the tray.

Once both of said trays were empty she carefully placed them on the floor

--What you get?-- Lucas was the first to ask.

--Hot coco and two croissants, Comfort food, im working the night shift today so ill need all the happiness I can get

--Thats rough...--Duncan said-- do you need someone to walk you home?

--If its not too much trouble, I dont like walking back home alone

--Whens your shift over?-- he asked again

--Uh, ten thirty pm,-- she answered.

Nodding, macy took a sip of his drink, and the conversation changed into something more casual.

The Alpha Commando soon found out that this girl was a Ray of sunshine,she was funny, charismatic, and overall just fun to be around.

As soon as her break ended, sadly, she had to work again, and she did, but not before saying goodbye with a big toothy smile.

The rest of her shift was Long and tiresome,she was ready to leave as soon as the clock struck ten thirty, but imagine her surprise when the five men showed up.

--You guys didnt need to-- Nova started.

--Nonesnese kid-- John interrupted-- the streets are dangerous, you never have enough backup

The woman giggled and nodded--You guys are too kind!

And so they started walking back to her home, with quiet in between chatter.

--and this bitch, came in and said her order was wrong because apparently we didnt know how to make a capuccino! Sometimes I wish I could roundkick a costumers ass

The first thing the five of them thought was "Who are we beating up" but since that wasnt very civil they refrained from saying it.

--That sounds awful, im sorry-- Said Thomas putting a hand on the womans shoulder.

--Thank you, it was...but we did get more gain tonight! Im gonna get a nice paycheck this week!

--well thats something good to take out of today-- Duncan teased with an amused smile.

-- heh, that it is, oh, here we are, thank you guys again for taking me home-- Nova gave them a quick hug to the five of them,she quickly entered the house, leaving the men stunned for a moment.

Admitedly, Lucas,Thomas and Duncan were the ones that were beaming with happiness from the hug, Jason had a smile on his face while John only let out a chuckle, the five of them parting ways to their respective houses, wondering if they should get lunch tomorrow at the Four-Wheeled Dinner.

[spinph69]

Idk how to make an a03 account lol i've tried but nothins workin, so im gonna post this here. This was mostly inspired by what master cornflake said, we need more gorey doom fanfics.

Also this is like the first time i've written Somethin and completed it in months so bare with me its not very good lol

TW: Gore, S-icide-?

Vega punched a demon through its stomach, pulling out what he could in one swoop before it fell on its back. Guts and maggots wriggling in his grasp before he dropped it and moved onto the next demon.

He heard a bang before an explosion from his right. "SLAYER-" he called, turning his body in that direction. He spoke calm but he couldnt tell if his voice was worrisome or disappointed, knowing the slayer it was probably his fault something exploded. The pipes behind him popped, some of the wall cracking before exploding. This was probably a result of the last explosion, and the arena was filled with gas and fog.

Vega walked around, trying to listen to groans of zombies or thrown fire balls by imps, pressing onto his helmets speaker button and calling out "Slayer? Where are you?" He let go, waiting for a response.

Soon enough a raspy, gurgled voice spoke "On the top floor, are all the fodder demons down there? I could really go for more ammo."

Vega nodded "i imagine the larger demons rest up top?"

"Mmhm"

Vega shook his head and sighed "i cant see a thing, even the automaps not workin. I'm headin there soon, we'll meet midway."

"Sounds like a plan."

They both were headin towards the stairs, the slayer soon being blinded by the fog, it was rising up.

He heard a familiar noise before looking down from the 3rd balcony, and he called from his helmet as he saw the beams "VEGA, TYRANT-"

Vega turned his body to see if he could find a light, spinning in circles before a blaster soldier ambushed him. Vega grabbed his arm and pulled it out before using it as a bat and wacking the demon unconscious. Soon more demons began circling him, and the slayer jumped down to help. They still Couldn't find one another but they continued to fight as the tyrant shot at anything.

Soon enough a rocket hit Vega, sending him off to the nearest wall and slamming into it. He fell onto all fours before the wall cracked, pipes shooting water and quickly pooling on the floor. The slayer heard it and ran right towards the noise, when he saw the beast tower over his friend.

The slayer pulled out a rocket launcher and balista, setting up both so he could easily switch when he ran out of ammo for the other. He shot the tyrant, trying to derive its attention but it wouldnt budge, he was trying to pick them off one by one, it'd be easier to go after one even if he doesnt survive. He was a child of the dark lord, and so he'd make father proud.

Vega stumbled his way back up, eyes widening as he saw the arm pointed straight in his direction. It felt closer than 5 feet away, freezing in fear as he had no where to dash through. He had the poor boy cornered before setting off his blasters, all 4 rockets slamming into him back to back.

After this the tyrant stumbled, its broken legs growing numb and meat falling off. The slayer jabbed his blade into the demons thick bone, it cracking and chipping like wood as he screamed in pain. He kept pushing it deeper, hitting the bone marrow and deeper blood vessels. He jammed it all the way through, before slicing it down enough to where the rest of the bone folded under pressure. The demon fell to its knees, high enough for the doom slayer to grab onto its horns, crawl onto his face and jab his 12 inch blade straight between the eyes. The vibration hitting through his core as the knife hit his rock hard skull. He did it again, enough for the blade to go through its skull and piercing its brain. Its eyes going blank as blood poured from its nose and wound.

The tyrant fell limp, landing in the water and splashing a wave of water it knocked the slayer down. The rest of the demons in that arena died off burning as their corpses transported back to hell.

The slayer got his balance again and pulled off his helmet as water seeped through, his suit wasnt built for the water.

The fog slowly began to clear up, especially where the water was, and he saw Vega laying limp in his own blood.

The slayer wanted to scream but he knew his already destroyed vocal cords would screw him up even more.

Face laying down in water, the slayer picked him up and laid him on his back. It became abundantly clear his suit was broken, and pieces of it stabbing right through him.

The slayer teared up as he shook vega "VEGA!!" He called before coughing.

Vegas eyes slowly opened but they were only a squint, vegas grip onto him was weak and he breathed heavily. Blood continued to pour from his body, mixing in with the water as his suits helmet fogged up. He didnt know what was worse, 'dying' in the slayers arms or seeing the slayer cry.

He pulled off his helmet and saw his bloody face, nose broken and blood pouring from it. "I'm gonna get you home soon"

Vega shook his head "no.. We're not done here yet"

"You cant take care of yourself alone"

"Which is why im not gonna"

The slayer cocked his head in confusion, Vega continuing with a static and broken voice "I'm gonna die here"

The light his chest bared was slowly fading, it was as bright as it would be when he would sleep. The slayer shook his head "n-" before he could continue Vega pushed his hand against his mouth "you listen to me, take the chip from my suit, bring it back home with you when you're done. We've done this before, i know you can do it again"

The slayer shook his head again and began signing with his hands, throat too scratched up especially when crying. "I can't lose you again, i can't keep losing you."

They both hated watching the other die, even if vegas physical form was just that, a form, and the chip could be transfirmed suit to suit. Even if the slayer had 'lives' an existing boost that would active whenever he was on the brink of death.

Vega pulled the pistol from his side, something the slayer had abandoned ever since hayden shot him back to hell. He put it to the roof of his mouth, it was better to go out this way then to continue bleeding out for what felt like hours.

The slayer looked away as the light flashed, plasma frying every circuit and melting into his core like a fire ball. He dropped him as vega began getting hot, shooting his core the way he did immediately led off to a miniature explosion and his head flying off into pieces. All that was left hanging on his neck was a broken jaw, a few teeth missing and his tongue burnt.

The slayer turned away and puked, it was a horrific sight to see, especially with your husband.

This was one of the hardest moments the slayers had to go through in a long time. His chest no longer heaving with heavy breaths, his light completely gone and body fell completely limp in the slayers grasp. This form had died, and it would take a while for them to make a new one.

But he did what vega requested, abandoned the body, and moved onto the next level.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Its All Good Business

Summery- 2.4k Mob!Steve x You x Mob!Bucky. You are there girl and they will use you as they want to. Warnings- Drug Use and Sex. This is an 18+ Only Blog. Lyrics in italiacs are from Lana Del Rey Off To The Races. 

Owned Sinfully Sweet Masterlist

My old man is a bad man But I can’t deny the way he holds my hand And he grabs me, he has me by my heart He doesn’t mind I have a Las Vegas past He doesn’t mind I have a L.A crass way about me He loves me with every beat of his cocaine heart

Swimming pool Glimmering darling White bikini off with my red nail polish Watch me in the swimming pool Bright blue ripples, you Sitting sipping on your Black Crystal, oh yeah

Light of my life, fire in my loins Be a good baby, do what I want Light of my life, fire in my loins Gimme them gold coins Gimme them coins

Sun sparks off the pools chlorine blue ripples when you step out from glass doors, dropping your sunglasses to cover your eyes, toned body slick already with a touch of baby oil, They liked you tanned, all long legged golden thighs to spread when desired. They took care of you, met your needs with flourish. All you had to do, was be theres completely. It was an arrangement that worked out well for you in all aspects. 

Your fingers slipped along the ties of your white bikini just as Bucky stepped out, black crystal clinking cubes among dark liquor, and as you pulled them loose to drop them, he came up behind you, cold lips brushing along the back of your neck and fingers plucking at the string holding your top up. That to billowed down with the bottoms and you arched your hands to dive in, shattering the diamond gleam the sun was causing. 

He smirked watching his girl glide, moving over to a lounge nearby, and on the table he pulled the tray closer, leaning forward to line up rows of white powder, neat and precise, he swirled his drink once more and sipped from it. “Doll, come on out” He directed as you lapped back around, twisting to return to his side of the pool, you brace hands against the side and pull yourself up, dripping a trail behind you. Reaching for a nearby towel, you pat yourself while, biting your lip. Using a rolled up bill, he snorted the first line and reached to pull you in his lap, when he grasped your chin, his tongue sweeping over your teeth and you moaned softly, cupping his face. 

“Testing it out?” you take his hand and draw his finger in between your lips, sucking lightly tasting where he had handled it, all big eyed staring at him. Bucky you never knew what to expect, he liked to tease you once in a while.  

You could see that flint cold glint flash in his eyes, mouth cocking in a grin at your actions. “I know my shits good baby, just wanted to share with you.” He flicked the rolled bill in his fingers and held it out for you to take. “Figured we could get ready for going out tonight.” 

Taking it you shifted in his lap so you could lean over the table, red manicured nails pinched the bill between them and you dragged it over the line, the hit, euphoric. Snorting a bit to clear your passage, Bucky was already turning you to face him again, skimming a hand over your breast and closing his mouth over your nipple to suckle and tug, there was no way you could stop him if you wanted to. You were his, he could do whatever he wanted with you. So when his fingers slipped between folds, you ground your hips for him, triggering a rush of arousal. “Always such a slut for me, right in broad daylight to” He leaned back, just watching you ride his fingers, twisting your fingers into his suit jacket. “Dont be messing this up to much” 

You nod in understanding and you know what he wants to hear. “Yes Daddy, I will be good.” Biting your lips when you could feel two of his fingers slide into you, slick as you were, clutching around him. You roll your hips more vigorously, that little bundle of nerves firing all senses to heat you, coiling in your belly. The cocaine had done its job, making you extra sensitive. Was he going to let you cum this time? Bucky loved leaving you on the edge, wanting, waiting till he was damn good and ready for you to release. 

Leaning into him, your lips whisper over his, flick of the tongue trailing along his and he brushed back your hair that had fallen in your face, fisting his fingers tight into the back of your head. “Do you deserve to cum today Doll?” You whimper for him, and he kisses you hard, growling against your lips. “Do it now” He demanded, and you sped yourself up, driving to finish now before he got impatient, and with a gasp, your mouth falling open into an “o” your orgasm rolled through you, his hold in your hair loosening so you can lean into his chest, whimpering “Thank you Daddy” against his neck. 

Giving you an open mouth kiss, sliding his fingers from your still aroused pussy “Your welcome Doll, now go inside, Steve is waiting for you” He sucked off his fingers and took another sip from his drink, winking at you. “Better hurry now”

My old man is, a tough man But he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam And he shows me, he knows me, every inch of my tar black soul He doesn’t mind I have a flat broke down life In fact he says he thinks it’s what he might like about me, admires me The way I roll like a rolling stone

Likes to watch me in the glass room, bathroom Chateau Marmont Slipping on my red dress, putting on my make up Glass film, perfume, cognac, lilac Fumes, says it feels like heaven to him

Light of his life, fire of his loins Keep me forever, tell me you want me Light of your life, fire of your loins Tell me you want me, gimme them coins

Quick to go back inside, you didnt even bother putting the bikini back on. When Steve is waiting, he doesnt like to be kept waiting for long. Searching him out, you find him in your closet of all places. Going through your clothing, and you move to where he would demand you to be. On your knees, quiet and watching him work. Pulling out a deep red dress, he finally made his decision on what you will be wearing for them tonight. “You can get up Sweetheart” he drawled out without glancing at you yet. 

Moving to get up, he bypasses you in the closet entrance and lays the dress out on the bed. Now he turned, beckoning you over to him, his large hands slide down your bare hips. “Did Bucky tell you we were going to the club tonight?” The one they owned together, where they originally found you when you applied to be one of there dancers. How fucken long ago does that seem now.

“Yes Ste-” You started when suddenly his hand grips your jaw, squeezing and anger flashing in his eyes. You are to never call them by there names, and sometimes it slips. 

“What was that Sweetheart?” His face is stern, commanding and you whine out before he releases his grip, you would make it up to him later, but the apology falls from your lips in the mean time. 

“Sorry Daddy, and yes he did tell me. Is this for me?” You motion towards the red dress, and he goes back to being tender with his touches, a light brush of his fingers here, tracing the natural curves of your body. 

“That it is, go clean up and put it on. Gotta have our girl looking good tonight.” You squeal and arch up to kiss him, his hands tightening there hold to help you stay to the balls of your feet, kissing back deeply, the taste of his cognac made your hightened drugged senses swarm and you pressed yourself into him hungrily. His hand moved to grasp your ass, grinding himself into you momentairly, breaking apart from you kiss, his voice deeper, graveled. “Go on now” You stepped away, taking the dress in your hands and into your bathroom, perching on a bench in front of a vanity, you start prepping your face. 

It wasnt long till Steve came in the bathroom, catching you dab red lipstick on, and run your mascara brush through your lashes. Coming up behind you, let his hand trail along your face. “Love it when you wear that red, getting it sloppily all over my cock. But I dont want your mascara to run, at least not yet.” He dipped his head to kiss your shoulder “Stand up Sweetheart and brace your hands against the vanity.” 

Steve was always the one who meant exactly what he said, you learned early on. He liked rules. You finish blotting your lip stick and move to a stand, your hands bracing on the vanity. He came up behind you, able to see you in the mirror, as his hand slipped along your back, and down till his fingers rubbed on your folds, still wet from before. “Spread your legs further” Which you did, pushing your ass out, round tempting for him to grasp. He didnt though, he kneeled behind you and ran the tip of his nose along the inside of your thigh “You smell like Heaven.”

“Taste even better Daddy” You purr, resting your head on folded arms. Sure enough his fingers spread you apart and he took a long lap through your cunt. He hummed with appreciation, and bit lightly on the inside of your thigh. 

“Your right, even better” And he drove in like a man starving, quick licks and long dragging laps, sucking your clit between teeth and pulling enough to make you jolt, thrusting his tongue into your entrance and swirling to make you clench “Dad-dy” You shudder out from ragged breaths. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, and as sweet as he was being, bringing you closer to cumming on his face, you better not mess up like earlier, cause then it would all stop. You dig your hands around the edge of your vanity to keep from wriggling to much, and he replaces his tongue with fingers for just a moment, stretching you open.

“Say it again Sweatheart. Who are you a slut for?” He rose from behind, the zipper of his pants unzipping, and the head of his cock slipped along your slick wet slit. 

“Yours Daddy, yours! Please I need you now.” You lift your gaze to the mirror, and that was all he needed to thrust into you, crying out at the relief after what they had done to you, he pounded into you hard, jerking your hips till you were falling apart, thank god you were leaning on the vanity, cause you wouldnt have been able to stay up. All your makeup, scattered all over the floor with it all. Feeling him pull from you and the warmth of his ejaculation falling onto your back, you pant waiting to come back down. “Good Girl Sweetheart” He praised, rubbing along your quivering arms while he lifted you to stand again, gentle as he grasped your chin and kissing you softly. “Be ready in half an hour, the car will drop you off. Bucky and I have a business matter to attend to, and will join you there.” Before he left, he helped pick up the make up all over the floor, and left you to finish dressing. 

My old man is a thief, and I’m gonna stay and pray with him till the end But I trust in the decision of the law To watch over us Take him when he may, if he may I’m not afraid to say That I’d die without him Who else is gonna put up with me this way? I need you, I breathe you, I’ll never leave you They would rue the day, I was alone without you

You’re lying with your gold chain on Cigar hanging from your lips I said, “Hon’ you never looked so beautiful As you do now my man”

You arrived and proceeded to go into there specially reserved section, chatting with a few of the dancers whom you were friends with, you ordered yourself a club soda, still feeling the effects from earlier. You turned back to them with a smile.

“They will be arriving later, had business to attend to”

Now there was no need to reflect amongst themselves what this business would be, Steve and Bucky were well known for there illegal activities. How else would the three of them live a life of luxury. At all the doors, members of there crew stood, brazen not hiding the guns on there hips, and the amount of money, drugs, and other goods would pass through the club tonight. 

And speaking of the Devil, first Steve enters, with Bucky right behind, the crowd parted out of there way, and telling by the smirks on both there faces, they were quite happy with themselves. “Ladies” Steve steps around them and into one side of the booth, addressing them. They were all smiles to the man who paid there paychecks, Bucky came up the other side, kissing one on the cheek “Busy night girls?” Always the flirt, you knew he was affectionate with everyone, but YOU were his. You got what all the others didnt get. 

“Oh certainly, in fact our shift is about to start” and they parted with goodbyes, Bucky sliding into the booth on the other side, Steves hand rested on the inside of your thigh, grasping lightly and Buckys arm went over your shoulder. 

“Everything go good?” You question, while Bucky waved over for some drinks to be brought to the table. Steve lounged back, and releasing you, pulled out a cigar from his pocket, handing it over to Bucky and drawing out another for himself. 

“Sweetheart, deal of a lifetime. Think we got it good now. Its gonna get better” 

Your eyes widened at the news, and Bucky smirked as they brought over the drinks, tipping a few bills before turning back to you.

“Nothing but good business Doll.” Bucky nipped at your shoulder, kissing deeply on the curve of your neck. Steves fingers twirled in the loose locks of hair, winking at you. 

Fuck you loved these two, you would follow them anywhere. 

@jtargaryen18​ @what-is-your-plan-today​ @p8tn0lish​ @mariaravn1982​

[wrenlaw]

WHG - Charles and Thomas

The chatter bounces off the white walls and the bright fluorescent lights arent helping Tom's headache.

Finding that bottle of alcohol last night had seemed like such a great idea at first but oh how he came to regret that.

Lyla drops down onto the battered couch beside him looking just as rough as he feels. Her purple hair clearly hasnt seen a brush today and her mascara has given her two black eyes. She lifts one hand and a bottle of water flies past his head into her grip without her even lifting her head.

"You're finally getting the hang of it," Tom says with a smirk.

She flips him off as she takes a drink. Once shes finished she turns and looks at him. "You've got some cheek after last night's little incident."

She's referring to a little accident that occurred late last night when Tom had drunkenly snuck in to the girls room to visit his girlfriend Maddie and when things started to get a little... heated, he had burst into flames, setting off the fire alarms, slightly burning Maddie and waking up everyone in the room with the sprinklers.

He was working on it.

Lyla groans. "You know how the people 'looking after us' are about to kill us? Well, my head is pounding and honestly if someone shot me I'd probably thank them."

He laughs but her words make him nervous. A glance over at the large window confirms his suspicions that they're still watching them. He's not surprised, they're always watching them. Keeping up the facade that this is still a behavioural study. Today, they're lucky enough that Charles Vega himself has came to see them for himself.

Six months ago, they were all picked out to participate in a revolutionary study. All teenagers with no ties to the outside world. In a world where the Hunger Games exist, they weren't that rare. This group were just the unlucky ones.

Within a month, they had all changed. This change was sometimes physical, sometimes mental, sometimes lethal. After that it became obvious that the people feeding them and clothing them didnt care about their safety and that once their tests had finished, the survivors would have to be silenced.

It's only a matter of time now.

"What's up lovebirds?" Tash laughs as she sits down beside her brother. She tucks her strawberry blonde hair behind her ears and places her hand on her stomach.

Tom tries not to think about it. His approach towards his 16 year old sister being pregnant with some 17 year old player's baby has to ignore it so he doesnt turn the bastard into a pile of ash.

Instead he focuses on her being a brat and trying to stir up gossip like usual. "Tash, how many times. I'm with Maddie and Lyla is with Danny. Stop trying to set us up."

Truthfully, he'd rather she tried a little harder. He doesnt know what it is, most people find Lyla hostile and abrasive, she's not his usual type physically and they work well as friends but one night, when the looming threat of death made them forget about everyone else, a friendly comforting conversation developed into something much more and ever since it's been playing on his mind.

He wonders if she ever thinks about it too.

As if reading Tom's mind, Danny comes over and sits down, wrapping an arm around Lyla and pulling her in tight. He tucks his large wings behind his back but he cant be comfortable sitting like that.

Tom's stomach turns and he hopes it's just his hangover. Danny's too nice to hate and Maddie's too good to betray again.

The squeak of a door makes him wince and he turns to see Mr Vega himself marching into the room with Rishi close behind him.

"Charlie! Theres better ways to do this!" She cries.

"I'm the only one in this company with the guts to do what has to be done," he growls and reaches behind his back for something tucked beneath his blazer.

I know what's coming but theres nothing I can do to stop it.

The first gunshot hits a girl coming out of the sleeping quarters straight in the chest. Screams pierce the air as people dive for cover, bullets flying through the air.

Rishi covers her mouth and runs for the door crying, slamming it behind her and locking it with a click.

Tom grabs Tash and yanks her to her feet, desperate to get her to cover but it's too late. He watches as the first bullet hits the side of her abdomen and the second her neck. Shes dead before she hits the floor.

Lyla screams behind him as Danny goes down, his wings knocking her to the floor and trapping her beneath his body.

Maddie.

Tom searches for her blonde curls and finds them soaked in red beneath the dining room table.

He has to get out.

They're all dead.

It finally happened.

The door.

He can still escape.

His ears ring from the gunshots as he sprints for the door, Mr Vega still picking off runners as they try to escape into the sleeping quarters.

He rattles the door handle but it wont budge. Rishi is still on the other side, he can see her through the glass. Shes crumpled on the floor sobbing into her hands. She covers her ears as he punches the door, flames covering his skin in a desperate attempt to burn through the wood. It does nothing but leave black scorch marks on the white wood.

Sharp pain rips through his leg and he spins as something hot runs down to his foot. Charles is staring right at him and reloading his gun. He doesnt say a word as he fires again, this one hitting Tom straight in the chest.

He hears the crack as the bullet hits the wood behind him and the flames on his skin start to die.

He slides onto the floor and cant do anything but watch as Charles rolls Danny's body off a still struggling Lyla. She screams in protest as he grabs her hair and pulls her to her feet, ignoring her curses and threats.

He puts the gun to her head and fires.

They're all dead.

It's over.

****

"We dont get paid enough for this shit."

"I swear, we better get free therapy at least after this."

"Free therapy? We had to pay for our mandatory uniform. I don't think they know what free is."

Tom's eyes flutter open and he's almost blinded by the bright lighting. Hes lying in something wet and sticky and everything hurts.

Something is being dragged across the floor but he cant move to see what it is.

Fuck, he really shouldn't have drank so much. That was a hell of a nightmare.

Laboriously, he rolls onto his side and gasps as pain shoots from his chest. White turns to red as the memories come rushing back.

It wasnt a dream. Everyones dead. He should be dead.

"Shit. Ones still alive."

"What do we do?"

"You can tell Vega he fucked up."

"Not a chance. I'm not telling someone who murders a room full of teenagers that he didnt do it right. That's just asking for a bullet in the head."

Tom looks up as three Peacekeepers slowly walk towards him.

"He doesnt look so good. Maybe we just leave him to bleed out? No one even needs to know."

One of them crouches down. "Hmm. It looks like the bleeding's stopped. He might have a chance."

"Okay, so this is just a thought but what if we let him go? Maybe a good deed will make covering up this massacre feel better."

Theres a beat of silence then the crouched one turns. "If anyone finds out, you did this all on your own." The other Peacekeeper doesnt answer so they turn back to me. "Right then, kid. You think you can walk?"

[xxisxxisxxis]

AU: Gateway Drug | "Forty-Something" [PT. 1]

[Pt. 2 HERE]

**This was not my idea, the credit goes fully to an anon that suggested it!!

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1988

"Shh!" I try not to laugh at Izzy as he nearly trips coming around the corner, bracing himself against the wall as I'm tucked under his arm to help him keep his balance. 

"When the hell did this get here?" He asks in reference to the wall, fumbling for his key when we get to his room. 

"You gotta slow down some, Izzy." I tell him softly as he struggles to get the door open but he eventually does. 

"I know, I know, I hear Axl bitch at me about it constantly, trust me I know." He rolls his eyes, careful not to drop his cigarette as he reaches for a lighter. 

He can't steady his thumb enough to light it, though, and I sigh and snatch the lighter from him, lighting the cigarette before he can complain. 

"Thanks." He falls back on the bed, chuckling a little as I stand at the foot of the bed, my arms crossed. "Don't take this the wrong way but you look hot even when you're knocked up." 

"And you're high." I roll my eyes. "And drunk." I add. "And I'm leaving you to it because I'm tired." 

I go to leave but he sits up. 

"You can crash here." He offers and I raise my brows. 

"Izzy, if this is a part of some grand scheme to be the next in line to have sex with me--"

"--You're pregnant. I don't fuck pregnant chicks." He wrinkles his nose, laying back down. 

"Gee, thanks." I mumble, crawling onto the bed and laying on my back beside him. 

In a moment of quiet I glance over at him smiling smugly. 

"What?" He questions, taking notice. 

"You love me so much you don't even know how to handle it." I tell him. 

"Like hell I do." He denies it in a sharp scoff. 

"You don't want me to leave you."

"That doesn't mean anything." 

"We're friends." I say next. 

"No, we're not." 

"You love me." 

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." 

I keep my smile for a few more moments, before I close my eyes. 

I feel him scoot the tiniest bit closer to me before settling down, too.

"Psst," he says in a few minutes and I open an eye and look at him. 

"What is it?" 

"You wanna get married?" 

I furrow my brows and turn to face him fully. 

"How the hell do you go from denying we're even friends to wanting to marry me?" 

"I'm high and drunk, like you said." He admits and I sigh, shaking my head a little as he clears his throat. "You and Nikki are getting divorced, you and Duff aren't together, either...everybody I know is getting hitched. I'm left out." He shrugs. 

"Be thanking God." I tell him and he chuckles. 

"Oh, c'mon. It wouldn't be that bad." He argues. "It would work out because Duff's in the band so he'd get to see the baby all the time so you wouldn't have to worry much with working in visiting and stuff. My mom would fucking love you, your dad already likes me...we've already seen each other naked so we know what to expect." He adds.

I hit his arm and glare at him. 

"Well, we're together a lot so we know each other's habits and stuff...I think it could work." 

"You're high. And drunk." I reiterate, getting back on my back. "And full of shit." 

"Okay, what about that old pact that desperate lonely people make? Like, 'if we're forty something and neither of us are married, we'll get married to each other'?" 

Knowing that by the time we're in our forties we most definitely won't be single, I humor him. 

"Izzy, if we even make it to forty-something, and you're sober and have your shit together, I'll marry you." I agree. 

"Deal," he holds his hand out for me to shake, and I do.

"Now go to sleep." I urge, turning over to face away from him. 

"The cold sex shoulder is already starting to settle in and we aren't even together yet." He aggravates and I reach my hand back and swat at him, making him laugh. 

1989

"Izzy, stop touching it!" I bark, hitting at his hand.

"Viv, I'm good, that fucking pixie stick didn't do shit." He bites back, his fingers on his nose as I'm holding ice to it. 

"Jeffrey Dean Isbell." I snap. 

"Vivian Estine Kinston." He says right back. 

"Fine!" I shove at his nose and he winces. 

"Jesus fuck, Vivian, I said it doesnt hurt to touch it, not fucking reset the bone, damnit!" He gripes in pain. 

"Oh, no, that fucking pixie stick didn't do shit." I remind him. "And you deserved it, by the way." 

"Here we go," he grumbles, leaning his head back in the car. 

"No, I mean seriously, Izzy. Drunk or not you can't go one night without being a complete asshole to a woman? Especially if they're your friends' wife, you're supposed to have extra respect for them, jesus." 

"I'm not friends with that little squealy bitch." He declares. 

"You still respect his wife. You don't pull her dress up and then hit her when she raises hell at you for doing it." 

"I didn't hit her, I karate chopped her. There's a fucking difference." He informs. 

"Either way, you're a moron." 

"And you're a bitch." 

"I don't take anything seriously from someone who snorts so much coke he only has one nostril because the size of the hole burnt into his septum." I hiss. 

"That's perfectly fine because I never took anything you've said seriously just because." He doesn't miss a beat before he drops the ice for a moment to light a cigarette.

"You're such a jackass."

"Are we saying vows right now?" He asks in reference to our insults. 

"I said when you're sober and forty-something, although right now I don't see you making it to forty-something."

"We should probably go ahead and consummate it, then." 

"Oh, gee, how tempting, I don't know how I'd possibly ever resist such an idea." I sarcastically let out and roll my eyes. 

"Vegas is only a few hours away," he points out. 

"The loss of blood from your nasal cavity is definitely getting to you." I scoff. 

"Viv, what could possibly be so bad about marrying me?" He blows smoke put of his mouth. 

"Well, for one, when you want a girl to marry you, you don't ask her while you're strung out or on a coke binge or drunk. You don't ask her while blowing cigarette smoke in her face, and you certainly don't ask her after getting your face beat in for sexually harassing and physically assaulting your acquaintance's wife." 

"I was fucked up, and that doesn't make it alright or whatever but I really do feel like shit about it, you know."

"Then you need to call Vince as soon as you can and explain that to him and apologize to him and Sharise. Because it really embarrassed her and hurt her feelings." I tell him. 

"Then will you marry me?" 

"I'm not talking about this anymore, Izzy, drop it." 

"Fine." He doesn't argue...but I do see him glance at me from the corner of my eye, a smirk on his lips. 

1990

"Tommy, I can't just up and fly out to Toronto tomorrow because me and Duff are going up to visit his family for a few days with Monroe." I explain, putting mascara on. 

"Well, think about it alright?" 

"Tommy, I'm not thinking about it, there's no way for me to go to Seattle and Toronto at the same time." 

"Well--"

"--I'll see you guys in a couple weeks, anyway, so what's the deal?" 

"The 'deal' is that you act like you don't want anything to do with us now that you and Nikki aren't togther anymore." He accuses. 

"That's not true." 

"Anytime you come out to a show is if Sharise or Heather are out on the road, too, and you just hangout with them the whole time and avoid us." 

"Gee, Tommy, could that possibly be because you idiots wore me down so much over the course of six years that I just don't have the energy to even be around you too much even when you're sober?" 

There's silence on the other line. 

"Not trying to be an ass, Tommy, but it's the truth. I love you, but I can't make it to Toronto. I'm sorry." 

More silence. 

I just sigh and hang up, finishing my makeup before I hear a horn honking out front.

"Monroe," I peek my head into his nursery, seeing his butt up in the air, thumb in mouth, tiny snores coming from him. 

I gently shake him awake, picking him up when all else fails, heading to the car. 

As soon as I get out there, I hand Monroe to Izzy, who's behind the wheel, as I get Monroe's carseat in his car. 

Once the toddler is locked in, I get in the passenger side and let out a breath. 

"You alright?" He asks me. 

"Yeah, just...a lot...I told Tommy I didn't want to go see them because I don't have the energy to be around them now that they're sober due to how they acted for so long when Nikki and I were together." 

"So...you don't want to be around them, but you'll come be around all of us." He points out. 

"I'd rather be in a room full of messed up Guns N' Roses than sober Mötley Crüe." 

"Ouch." He mumbles. 

"So, where we going?" I ask him. 

"The courthouse." He explains. 

"For what?" 

"To get married." He answers casually. 

"Ha, ha, funny...seriously where are we going?" 

"To the courthouse to get married." He says, again. 

"Izzy. That's not funny." I state. 

"I'm glad it isn't because I'm being serious, Viv." 

"Izzy, no you're not." 

"Yeah, I am."

"Stop the car." I order and he sighs, slowing down. 

"Damnit, Viv." He says as I open the door and get out, feeling too trapped in the car. "Now, you know I've been asking you for the past two years, Viv, I'm tired of hearing, 'no'. You think I'm kidding when I ask you but I'm being serious." 

"You can't be serious, Izzy, because it literally came out of nowhere the first time you even suggested it! 'Everybody else is doing it and I'm left out' is a shitty reason to want to marry someone--and you're not even four months sober! The last time a high idiot told me he wanted to marry me, I said, 'yes,' and I was in hell for it for years! So, yes, Izzy, I apologize if I wasn't taking you seriously all the times you've asked me about it because the idea in itself is just so freaking ridiculously stupid, I thought surely you'd have more sense than to think we could!" 

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"Good!"

"Good! We aren't even friends anyway so screw you!" He throws at me. 

"wE aReN't EvEn FrIeNdS aNyWaY sO sCrEw YoU." I mimic his voice, walking around to get Monroe, who's still sleeping, out of the back. 

"Viv, get back in the car." 

"No."

"Vivian, get back in the damn car." 

"No!" 

"Why do you have to be so fucking stubborn?!" 

"The same reason you have to be so full of shit!" 

1991

"Monroe don't run!" I chase after the three year old backstage, grabbing his sides before he can get away from me. 

"Where's daddy?" He asks me with a chuckle, fingers in his mouth, his eyes switching over people passing by. 

"I don't know, baby, but we can go find him." I suggest. 

"Yeah!" He excitedly exclaims. 

"Yeah!" I reply, laughing…

"I said 'this' much cranberry and 'this' much Vodka, man!" I hear Duff complain, followed by the splattering of liquid hitting the floor. 

I turn the corner to see Duff face to face with their manager.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy!" Monroe kicks his legs, wrestling to get down. 

"Monroe—"

Duff looks at us, this look coming to his face. 

"H-Hey, man." He walks over to us, smiling at me. "When'd you get here?" He asks me, going to kiss my check but I lean back, wincing. 

"You smell like b-o-o-z-e, Duff." I scold him as he takes our son from me. 

"Yeah, don't worry about it." He assures me easy-goingly as Monroe hugs him tightly, grinning and laughing. 

His girlfriend...more so drug buddy, Linda, walks by and he glances at her. 

"Babe, you coming?" She asks him, raising her brows. 

He looks at Monroe, then me, then her again, before frowning slightly. 

"Go, we'll be okay for a few minutes." I insist. 

"Are you sure?" He questions.

"Duff, we just got here. You don't have to spend every second with us right away. You've got stuff to do." 

He sighs, looking at me, then Monroe again. 

"C'mon, baby, daddy's gotta get back to work." I tell Monroe and he reaches for me again. 

I take him and Duff kisses his head, and mine. 

"See ya before the show." He tells us, waving bye to Monroe. "See ya in just a few minutes, Roe." He assures him as Monroe waves back. 

I sigh, Monroe looking around again. 

"When's daddy coming back?" He asks me. 

"In just a few minutes." I assure him.

He's soon looking over my shoulder, his eyes wide and bright, a wide smile on his face as he brings his finger to his lips and goes "shh." 

Before I can turn to see who he's looking at, a sharp pinch on my ass has me snapping around, ready to throw a punch, only to be met with Izzy. 

He and Monroe laugh together at my expense and I hit Izzy in the arm. 

"Tailhole." I hiss out, watching my language and he chuckles some more. 

He looks so much healthier than he used to. 

He used to be scraggly and high looking all the time...now he's filled out a little more and his skins glowing. 

Of course that also probably has to do with him finding a girl he's full blown in love with.

"Duff leave you out here?" He asks and I shrug. 

"We just got here, he's with Linda." 

Izzy wrinkles his nose the slightest. 

"Duff's to Linda like Nikki was to Vanity." He mumbles. 

"Don't I know it." I state, knowing a crackhead girlfriend/boyfriend when I see one now that I've had experience with Nikki and Vanity, and Tansy and Sparkie. "Where is she at?" I ask once we get to his dressing room and see a picture of the Aneka girl he'd been telling me about in bits and pieces the past couple months. 

"Visiting her family." He tells me as there's a small knock at the door. 

"Yeah?!" Izzy calls and the door opens. 

"There he is!" Tansy says excitedly, Monroe laughing and showing a mouthful of teeth, getting down from me and running to her. 

"Tans!" He replies to her, just as happy to see her. 

"Oh, my goodness, you have gotten so tall since I last saw you." She tells him and he puts his bicep up and she grins, squeezing him to her. "You wanna go see uncle Axl?" 

"Yes!" 

"Is that okay? Just for a little bit." Tansy asks me and I nod.

"Yeah, that's fine." I say and she picks him up. 

"Alright, c'mon." She giggles and he waves at me. 

"See you in just a little bit." I tell him, waving. 

When she shuts the door, I fall back on the couch and groan, making Izzy raise his brows. "When we first got here, all I could hear was, 'daddy, daddy, daddy!'" I refer to Monroe and Izzy takes the cheap shot. 

"Sounds like you on a good night." He says before I can finish and I glare at him, making him laugh. 

"Sorry." He shrugs. 

"Anyway...we finally get here and all he sees is his dad throw a fit because he didn't have the perfectly formulated ratio of Vodka and cranberry juice." I state and he lets out a soft breath. "And then Nikki's drinking again, and I know he's drinking again because he calls me in the middle of the night, drunk, to complain about his wife--which I told him not to marry her because he barely had time to really get to know her but nope. Nobody ever listens to Viv. And Tansy said that tweedle-Duff and tweedle-Slash wake up and start their morning with alcohol, which is comforting...I've been talking to Steven's mom a lot and she said he's been going down hill again after he tried to sober up some…"

"Yeah, I heard." He rubs the back of his neck. 

"Axl's keeping Tansy from seeing anybody, he won't even let her call to check up on Steven right now. He thinks it'll trigger her to go off the deep end and get back on smack." I add. "Everything is just a shitshow at this point." 

"Yeah…" he mumbles, before a long pause sits between us, and he finally clears his throat and sighs. "Um, I need to tell you something that I haven't told any of the guys yet, and I don't know how you'll feel but just know I've thought about it a lot and think I should do it." 

"Izzy, I don't care if you're gay." I tell him and he sighs, giving a little smile…

"This is pretty serious." He says and I furrow my brows a little. "I want outta the band, Viv." 

I feel a punch in my stomach. 

First Steven, now Izzy...this is not how this was supposed to go…

"W-What?" 

"Izzy, c'mon!" Their manager calls. "You're on soon!" 

"We'll talk about it later, alright?" He says and I'm at a loss for words.

"Izzy," 

"It'll be alright, we'll talk about it." He assures me before stepping out.

Later that night, after Axl finally got on stage and the show was barely completed, Izzy and I split a room, Monroe and I taking a bed while Izzy takes the other. 

Once Monroe is tucked into bed after passing out on the way to the hotel, I sit and wait for Izzy to get out of the shower and end up dozing next to Monroe.

I slowly blink awake when I feel fingertips tapping at my forehead, and Izzy's crouched down by the bed beside me...a little smile on his lips. 

"Hey," he chuckles. 

"Hey." I say back, blinking once more…

"It's not about the music anymore, Viv. The egos and drugs and booze and pussy--it's all coming first. I'm tired of having a show at 8:00pm and not getting onstage 'til 11:45pm, and only staying on stage until 12:30am before Axl gets breathed on the wrong way and storms off." He says softly not to wake Monroe up. "And it didn't help when my royalties were in talks of getting cut...and then when Ax is constantly coming up with lawsuits or contracts or NDA's, it's bullshit. It started out as five of us against them. Now Steven's gone, Axl's God and Slash, Matt and Duff are killing themselves. I just want out." 

"You're breaking my heart, Izzy, you know that?"  I sniffle tiredly, trying not to cry. 

"I promise I'll be okay. This isn't gonna spring me into a relapse or anything." He assures me.

"I'm sorry for all of this happening." I admit and he shakes his head. 

"Nah...it doesn't have anything to do with you. Me and the guys just have our own things going and it's just time for me to go my own way." 

I just sniffle again, wiping a stray tear, and nod. 

"And we'll still stay in touch and stuff." He adds. "You'll still see me around."

"Promise?" I ask. 

"How else are we gonna keep tabs on each other to see if we gotta go through with our plan at forty-something." He shrugs. 

"Oh, please, you'll still be with Aneka and won't even be bothered with me." I tell him and he shakes his head a little. 

"Viv, I harassed you for nearly three years to marry me--even thought I didn't even fucking like the idea of marriage. If I went through that much trouble, I'm not gonna up and leave and only talk to you every blue moon." 

I smile a little, rubbing my lips together before saying, "does this mean you're finally acknowledging that we are, indeed, friends?"

He rolls his eyes and stands back up. 

"I didn't say that." He tells me and I chuckle. "G'night, Viv." 

"Goodnight." 

[genius11rare]

Chit Chat 72821 AH 13 year anniversary

Chit Chat 13 year anniversary stream 72821 with Jack Michael Jeremy and voices of Geoff , lindsay , sudden matt and Ky

Jack: welcome to our birthday stream , sponsored by expressvpn if you don't have a vpn why don't yo- and i already lost all my frames…. Its our 13th bday we are no long preteens we are teens (someone , i assume michael uses airhorn sfx) Jack: hang on i got one (sarah no sfx x7) , we also got voices of geoff , alfredo is here , weve got Ky Deafened (jeremy wheezzes) and lindsay possibly and see trevor too… ok lindblad im switchin to firefox this is broken. Geoff: earlier we had our company wide All Hands meeting talking about whats going on… i don't expect you guys to go (jeremy uh oh) but i go cuz i care , trevor gave a speech about AH history and it was great , better than i couldve done so thanks trevor. Michael: wish i had boos and Hisses on my soundboard but i don't. Jack: todays also my wifes birthday so… im actually not supposed to be here today so *laughs* thanks to everyone whos supported over the last 13 years… Ky qwasnt even born yet (Michael: and she already made that joke) i know i said that in hope to get her to respond but shes deafeand. Michael: but that's how Deafen works… Jeremy: no shes like a jedi she would feel the joke. GeoffL di you get your internet fixed this week which then broke it 2 more times (jack: no , sounds like you tho) oh i guess that's just me then. Jack: geoff you hit record? Geoff: you know i didn't! *showing lucky 13 merch , at a poker table* Jack: so now that were 13 we can gamble. Geoff: 13 is legal gambling age in some counties of west virginia and mississippi  Jeremy: and we should ALL model ourselves after those 2 states. Jack: the beacons of america. Michael: if you can see over the poker table you can play Jeremy: well guess im out Geoff: hes 5’4! Lindsay: are we sure about that? GeoffL some of us are , some of us have never not been sure . *moves onto Camp Betrayal* Geoff: out of curiosity who were your fave non AH on that shoot Alfrdo: ooohh calen (i think?) was a lot of fun but Noel surprised me the most. Michael: Kayla was fun cuz it was 3 overnite shoots so we actually somewhat hiung out… also charlotte (jack jeremy and lindsay: yeah charlotte was cool) Jeremy: is this a camp betrayal thing or a face jam thing , everytime i see someone post a pic of Eric everyone in the comments tell him to eat dirt. Michael: its camp betrayal Geoff: speaking of eating dirt  were you ever the kids that ate worms for like a trick or to be brave (jack michael and jeremy: no) i wasn't either but… i feel like Matt Bragg probably did Matt: hey you're wrong *lindblad switches to a zoomed in photo of matt from the earlier lucky 13 merch drop shoot , starts shaking camera as he talks a bit* Jeremy: nice lindblad Matt: -et fucked geoff ! “are AH crew fans of cake or pie for bday?” Jack: who eats birthday PIE?!?! Ky: im just gonna step in , what about Ice cream cake (paraphrasing)... Geoff: …. I had cotton candy for dinner last night… whole kerfuffle getting it at HEB , grabbed it and the whole display fell on my head “Whose standup in austin have you seen and whos fave?” Jack: i havent seen stand up in a long time… last time i saw a routine of some kind was Penn n Teller in vegas 4 or 5 years ago. GeoffL i  just saw Tom Seguarra (idk how to spell) in vegas a bit ago , and he moved to austin recently… *moves on to Season Pass* Geoff: talked about how i lost millie at that park once… tune in to find out if i found her. Michael: oh replaced her like Avril Lavigne? Geoff: yeah an almos identical millie… doesnt sound the same when she sings but its close….. Michael: and that's the one question… “Phoenix Edit: what has been  proudest moment at AH?” JAck: doing any live show like selling out chicago… Michael: just hanging on i mean… Ky ill jump in (jack: whats your proudest moment at AH) you mean for the last month you mean? (Michael: yeah you have it alot easier) id say representing AH in last laugh season 2 Jack: you got knocked out like immediately though Geoff: can i give a sappy geoff answer? Its the day i invited you guys to my GFs house and we went swimming (michael: oh that was cool - i wasn't there) it was basically a perfect day , everybody - well almost everybody that mattered was there (michael laughs) and THAT day was when i told Jack and Trevor i was leaving AH . those conversations were really hard to have .. and i ws so comforted by how.... Oh idk *sigh* i just - i - i just how good a hands i felt it was in and you guys seemed so ready, and i knew it was going to continue and grow without me… sorry im getting so emotional in my old age, i yelled to much when i was younger. Michael: its weird to geoff cuz i couldnt make it and you went “oh no big deal, nothings going on anyway” and then trevor told me after wards geoffs leaving , and trevor kept saying “ive been waiting for this day ive  ben waiting for this day” Geoff: he hi5 me before i even got it out of my mouth….. He fist bumped himself it was weird… Trevor: yeah did that and said “God took ya long enough”  *cue airhorns and sarah nos* Jeremy:… alright let's play golf Jack: thanks for showing support from our live shows to our.. Our… idk the shows weve done *laughs* Geoff: GET IT OUT CMON! (Lindsay: GDI *jeremy and matt laughing* )  Jesus Christ! Jack: i had weird place , hardcore minigolf i got all them stuck in my head and couldnt get out the door

[usertoxicyaoi]

Faiza I couldn't stop thinking about you when watching the ep When Vegas was shown as a lovely lover with Tawan, I was thinking "I wonder what Faiza would think about this. *pause* Probably of how different Vegas will be when he ACTUALLY means all of that stuff with Pete. And how DELICIOUS is gonna be when we see Vegas SUFFER" (oh god I want to see this man CRY so bad) Then torture scene comes in and I'm like "welp, I haven't read the novel but it must be pretty horrific if so many people can't forgive Vegas for it. I just hope it doesn't come as utterly traumatizing for Pete and more like Pete showing his unhinged side"

THEN that part when Pete looks at Vegas heads on, focused and with those eyes that say "I know you, and you can't scare me the way you want", and you can see Vegas almost internally sttutering. And when he gets close, trying to intimidate Pete but they end looking at each other's eyes... You can see Vegas is a bit confused (and a lot of frustrated) but still he doesn't grasp what's in front of him.

And in all of this, I was biting my nails and muttering "omg Faiza oh god Faiza is gonna be doing dying whale sounds oH GOD FAIZA"

sO.

Thoughts of this episode? *puts chin on hands with angelical smile*

hiiiiiiiiii!!!!!! vhdbfif OH MY GOD 🙈🙈��.

gosh. this episode was Mad and Tasty and Dark and what i've been WAITING for. like. YES to people who are Mafias and Criminals finally being selfish and manipulative and ruthless and clinical and having a moment of vulnerability and then having a mask behind the mask.

vegas gave me ALL of that. and if that was just a Hint of what vegas could be like with porsche first (no mattee how bad i am, if its for the person i love, i'll never hurt his feelings.), then tawan (mary me), then the devotion he is going to show pete? the way he is going to worship pete? oh my god.

but yes. this incessant NEED to see vegas CRY. and i mean CRY. SOB. WAIL. when he realises what loss of power and control to pete feels like and how cathartic that is for him. he wants to be a leader and chases after his dad's approval and acceptance of him whilst making sure his little brother remains shielded and lives in a way he didn't. but then pete comes. and pete just lets vegas be, whatever that means. how's vegas Not going to feel something close to BREAKING at that?

and so that torture scene? is the first time they're eye level, looking at each other, seeing each other. head to head. even if pete's tied up, he's still got the same power here as vegas, because pete RUINED whatever vegas had initially planned (again, control, and the lack of it vegas has when it comes to pete), and pete THRIVED in seeing vegas like that. he took pleasure from it. he mocked vegas for it. he laughed in his face about it. he didn't even need to utter a single word. and vegas needs to do something to hit back and counter with. and, guess what, it still didn't work.

and when i tell you i was PACING around my room because FINALLY. we got to see pete!!!!!! he doesnt hesitate to point his gun at vegas or porsche for even a second. he doesnt hesitate when porsche points the gun at him. he doesnt hesitate when he makes his intentions known to kinn, knowing full well that he could die. he doesnt hesitate to laugh at vegas. he doesnt hesitate. and it was so worth it.

and now next week? i honestly cant wait and nor can i even IMAGINE whats in store for us. there's so much they've changed up from the novel, so who knows what's in store!!!!!

[leviathan]

You could do parswoops where they are both pining and then swoops finds out that Kent is gay, but he doesnt make a move. then he gets jealous at a gay club while Kent is dancing, So they end up dancing together and making out

i love this ship a whole lot, y’all

(my hockey ocs/omgcp rosters for reference) / (shameless hockey blog self-promo)

—

Kent is beautiful when he plays.

Who is Jeff kidding—Kent is beautiful always—but watching him play is like watching poetry in motion, like watching a hawk in flight. Graceful, flawless, sleek; like he isn’t meant to exist anywhere else.

“You see something you like, Troy?”

Jeff almost jumps out of his skin. “Christ, Mercer; you want me to have a heart attack before we go against the Flames?”

Mercy hums and gives Jeff a significant look that makes him more than a bit nervous before leaning next to him against the glass and watching Kent practice trick shot after trick shot. Spence stands tall, all things considered, and Jeff is once again reminded of how lucky they are to have both Kent and Spencer on their team.

“Nah. You’re a way better winger than Hallsy. Don’t tell him I told you that, though.”

“Well there’s a reason he’s not on the first line,” Jeff sniffs and Mercy snorts out a laugh.

“Come on, you dork; let’s gear up before Parser drills a hole in Spence.”

Jeff watches as Kent shoots once more—a bullet that snipes top shelf, right past Spence’s glove hand, and makes Jeff’s stomach flip pleasantly—before following Mercy back towards the locker room.

///

Really Kent shouldn’t find Swoops cooking for him such a turn on.

Kent’s entire apartment smells like a Mexican restaurant, which is, arguably, the best thing his apartment has ever smelled like. He’d been shooed away from helping (“your hands alone are worth like two million a piece, Parser”) so he’s perched at the breakfast bar, chin in hand as he watches Swoops work.

Kent literally moans around his first bite of enchilada, which doesn’t even phase Swoops.

“Tell me again why you went into hockey and not chef school?” Kent says. “Because, like, no joke; this is the best thing I have ever put in my mouth.”

Swoops rolls his eyes, but Kent can see the grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Shut up and eat your enchilada.”

///

The thing is, Jeff really should have seen this coming. It’s not like Kent had been keeping it a secret—apparently fucking Mercy knew, that bastard—but actually hearing Kent say it hits him like a ton of bricks.

“Fairbanks’ Flowers, down on Second? Yeah, my ex got his mom mother’s day flowers from there once so it’s probably decent.”

Jeff feels his stomach drop.

Kent is watching him with a calm look but a defiant set to his jaw and the only thing Jeff can do is smile. He nudges Kent’s shoulder with his own and Jeff watches some of the tension drain from Kent’s frame.

“I’ll definitely check it out, then.”

///

It’s not like Kent keeps it a secret, the whole being gay thing. It’s just…it’s hockey, so it’s not exactly something he advertises. Mercy knows because they were road roommates their rookie year and he’d caught Kent making out with a guy on more than one occasion, but he’s the only one on the Aces who knows knows. Kent’s sure there are a few that suspect it, but he’s more than happy to let sleeping dogs lie.

So when he lets it slip to Swoops it’s half accident and half…well.

It’s not the first time Kent has had a crush on a teammate and in terms of teammate romances he’s batting a solid zero, but it’s not like crushes are logical because goddamn he’s have given anything to have a crush on a person who might actually like him back.

Swoops, though, he takes it in stride and Kent…well, Kent doesn’t know what to do with that. He doesn’t know what he’d expected, really. Swoops is a genuinely good guy and Kent thinks he remembers him saying something about his niece being gay, but it would have been so much easier if Swoops just turned out to be low key homophobic instead of so readily accepting.

But Swoops moves on like nothing ever happened, and for some reason, Kent’s stomach feels a little bit heavier.

///

“C’mon, it’ll be a good time. Everyone has to go to a gay club at least once in their life. I can show you how to dance,” Kent wheedles. “And besides, it’s, like, a Las Vegas law, basically.”

Jeff rolls his eyes but he feels his resolve crumbling. “Fine,” he says with what he hopes is a long-suffering sigh. “But you’re buying.”

“Hell yeah.”

///

The club is, well, a club.

Kent had managed to rope Mercy along too and Jeff imagines this isn’t the first gay club escapade he’s been dragged along on.

They all do a few brightly colored shots and Kent immediately makes his way to the dance floor, while Jeff hangs with Mercy at the bar.

Even that doesn’t last, and after Mercy finishes his beer, he follows Kent’s footsteps onto the dance floor.

“Hey. Can I buy you a drink?”

Jeff startles then blinks owlishly at the man who has approached him. He’s taller than him but shorter than Mercy (most people are shorter than Mercy), with tousled auburn hair and dark eyes that glint in the flashing neon light.

“I, uh—“ Jeff’s cheeks heat up. “I’m good, actually. Thanks though.”

The man shrugs but his smile doesn’t dim. “I’m Adrien. I’ll be over there if you change your mind,” he says, motioning with his chin to a spot at the far side of the bar before sliding away.

Jeff drains the rest of his vodka soda. Where the hell had Mercy and Kent gone anyway?

He scans the crowd, and— Oh.

Kent is…well, he’s dancing in the loosest sense of the word, grinding against someone Jeff can tell even from this distance is just as pretty as Kent is.

Jeff doesn’t know what comes over him, but one second he’s sitting at the bar and the next he’s pushing through the sweltering throng of bodies towards Kent.

Kent spots him and his eyes brighten. He says something to the man he’s dancing with and breaks away.

“Weren’t you gonna teach me how to dance?” Jeff shouts over the din.

Kent laughs and it’s a beautiful thing, even if Jeff can’t hear it.

“Show me what you’ve got.”

Jeff does, bouncing rhythmically along to the music.

Kent’s hands reach up to run down his shoulders. “Loosen up, old man. Try to look like you’re having a good time.”

Before Kent’s hands can drop, Jeff’s hands to go Kent’s waist to tug him closer.

Kent’s mouth goes slack and his grip on Jeff’s shoulders tightens instead of pulling away. The look in his pale eyes goes from light to something darker.

Jeff’s heart is in his throat as he dances to Kent’s rhythm. He’s acutely aware of every minuscule action, so when his thumbs slip under Kent’s shirt to brush his hipbones and Kent’s mouth parts slightly, Jeff acts on impulse, leaning down and catching Kent’s mouth with his.

It’s like something snaps and Kent’s fingers tangle in Jeff’s hair, tugging him down further.

It’s all teeth for a heartbeat; then Kent tilts his head and Jeff’s entire world shifts.

Jeff’s hands curl more firmly around Kent’s waist as Kent licks into his mouth and Jeff, well, all Jeff can do is kiss back with everything he has.

If watching Kent skate is something beautiful, being the sole focus of that fierce attention is something divine.

[owainigo]

Ohhh uh favorite fallout and favorite character from each one youve played?

favorite fallout:

while i know objectively speaking new vegas has better technical aspects, my favorite is fallout 3 just because of personal stuff. it was my first fallout game and it still has a lot of things that personally appeal to me so it being my favorite is all based on feelings that i cant even really explain.. i understand objectively speaking new vegas is better and i can understand peoples preferences towards it and all this is just my onions. i think part of it has to do with the dad storyline and i played it when i was 15 going on 16 i think? when i first started and i was a really vulnerable teen going through stuff and dad figures in games still get me real hard lol . anyways yeah fallout 3

after fallout 3 (not objectively speaking just by my personal impressions) id rank them: new vegas&2 are tied, then fallout 1, then 4. i havent played tactics

favorite characters:

fallout 3 - definitely butch deloria. again i played it when i was a vulnerable and angry teen and i really related to him acting out because of his neglect and need for attention and other issues like that. hes a shithead but also i was also a massive shithead so what are you gonna do. he got me through a lot cause he spoke to me so well in nuances i dont feel like talking about publicly (i realize bethesda probably didnt put that much effort into writing and exploring characters and it was all me just digging into what was there but like whatever lol) and exploring his relationship with my lw really gave me something while i was going through some bad years. sounds kind of pathetic i know but also i was like 16 when i first started which was a really rough time for me back then. not a favorite favorite but i have to say i also really enjoy roy for some reason even though hes in one quest. maybe i just respect his human killing grind

fallout new vegas - this ones rough. one of the things new vegas has that fallout 3 kind of doesnt is sooo many really extremely likeable characters that really speak to me in different ways. arcade comes to mind first because i also really related to him (and still do) but i have to say christine is also a hard favorite and theres just so many likeable minor npcs too so this one is a toughie . when i think about fallout 3 im neutral on so many of the characters but in new vegas so many of them stick out a lot in my mind

fallout 2 - goris and lenny are soo fun i wish we had more characters like goris in the newer games…..we have ghouls but i think lenny is still one of the og better ghouls i just think theyre neat

fallout 1 - probably ian. his terrible aim is very funny to me

fallout 4 - preston piper & hancock. everyone hates preston but i would take a bullet for him i love how kind and optimistic he stays even after all the worlds gone through and his backstory hits home..piper and hancock are just so fun and i romanced hancock originally cause prestons glitched out but i actually really enjoyed his romance. i also enjoy pickman as a minor character he is i enjoy his paintings very much