#Yeah i don't know when dave started being a thing but since he was there this competition has been going on

[mariaantonnietta]

hey another funny spoilery thing about ralph

he has been 22 times straight employee of the month, and has the silliest competition with totally not William afton, who's longest streak has been 17 times. But this confused me because phone guy has been working much longer there than 2 years.

Then it hit me, these idiots have been competing every month between the 2 of them and gone one month each, or two months one, one after the other , trying to get the better of the other, maybe once in a blue moon another employee gets it, but is generally one or the other and the streaks means when that they have beaten the other for employee of the month in a row. And they compete over who can do it for the longest.

And Dave's losing.

That's hilarious.

[wordsarelife]

𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞: 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

pairing: theo nott x fem!reader

summary: theo and you get your happy ever after

warnings: i don’t think there are any! let me know if that’s not true :)

note: here it is!! finally the epilogue is here! i loved writing this series so much!! please let me know what you thought of this chapter and/or the story in general!

!!!make sure to keep your eyes on the extras that are coming tomorrow (and feel free to request drabbles/ fics on future or past situtations in the don’t blame me universe, or questions you still have!! i will be thrilled to answer them!!)!!!

word count: 3.9k

note: not really happy with the outcome of this chapter, but whatever..

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"mommy?“ a voice called and your head snapped to the side. "can you give me one of those paper towels?“

you rolled your eyes smiling at his antics and nodded, before you threw one in his direction.

"mate, you know i love you, but please stop acting out your mommy kink on my girlfriend“ theo hit mattheo's shoulder.

"well, y/n is the closest thing i have to a mother right now" mattheo argued dramatically "she takes care of me when i'm sick, she cuts apple slices for me—"

"—we've been on tour for two months" theo shook his head "it's not like you're never gonna see your mum again, get a grip"

"it's alright" you smiled. "i don't mind"

mattheo nodded "see?"

“yeah, whatever” theo shook his head “just get ready, please? we start in ten”

after the concert a few months ago, cursed legacy had gotten their record deal. dave had been impressed by their show, he wanted them to play opener for the rest of the following tour leg.

as soon as the school holidays began you joined them, traveling around the country.

theo and you couldn’t be happier. everything was going great and you were ready to tackle life together.

since the concert, theo had not stopped writing songs and they were only a month away from releasing their second album, soft death.

he was always talking about how you were the muse behind most of the songs. and you had to admit that they had never had so many love songs played (or written) before.

during the tour they had made many new fans, their followers growing while were getting more and more attention. they were already playing a few songs from the new album constantly and about you was a fan favorite. your favorite was echoes of devotion, which theo had written for you. it was the second song they played every night.

“see you later” mattheo took a look to his phone, checking the time, before he pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek and quickly walked away.

theo rolled his eyes before he turned to you and gave you a long and passionate kiss, before he too took off after mattheo to get on stage.

you collected your things, before you started walking. you already knew that it would be hard to feel normal again once you were home in a month and college would start. how could you ever live a normal life after being treated like royalty?

you took your stage pass and walked in the direction of the tents. you hadn’t seen the rest of the band in hours. the reasons were simple enough. draco and blaise had made it their personal chore to walk around the venues before every show, claiming something about a good luck charm they absolutely needed. they had asked you to accompany them on a few occasions, which you did but quickly regretted after they spent the entire time talking about their hook ups from the night before.

they had already adopted the rockstar life style.

quite the opposite of that was enzo. he spent hours in the back of the bus, or in his hotel room, talking to april on his phone. she had come to a few shows, but she couldn’t be there constantly because of work and so they had decided to face time or text in any given moment. you rarely saw the boy without his phone.

april had been scared that their relationship would not last. she had feared that enzo would quickly realize how limiting a relationship was when there were a few hundred girls basically licking the ground on which he walked.

you had told her that enzo wasn’t like that, but you could still understand why she was feeling that way and promised to keep your eye on him.

enzo had done nothing more than proof the both of you terribly wrong. most of the time he did not even look into the direction of other girls, let alone talk to them.

that the rest of the band was busy could’ve been to your and theo’s advantage, making it possible to enjoy time for only the two of you, if there hadn’t been matt, who made it his personal task to follow you around like a lost puppy.

you loved him, you really did. during the time the both of you had only grown closer, going back to the sibling like relationship you had once had, but at times you wished he was anywhere else.

especially that one time when theo and you were making out on the couch of the tour bus and mattheo came barging in and acted like he didn’t know that he had just interrupted something, before he planted himself in the middle of theo and you and started playing star wars on the tv.

"good evening!" enzo's voice roared through the microphone, after they had come out and played only angel. the crowd cheered. "the next song we're gonna play is about a very special someone. our front man's girl to be exact. he's a very smitten man, so naturally, this is a very emotional love song, feel free to hold up your flashlights.. here is echoes of devotion!"

the crowd cheered once again, while you clapped your hands, your cheeks as red as the curtain next to the stage. theo's voice was always what started the song, he looked just as cheesy as you did, even if enzo had made it a habit to say the same lines every night, you and theo were still flustered about his words.

my love, like orpheus, i'd come,

to tread through shadows, my body numb,

but truth be told, in my hearts embrace,

i fear i'd falter, lose the race.

the music only set in after that. a steady and slow beat that was always responsible for your shiver as it guarded his voice through the chorus.

for i'd turn back, just like him,

my gaze would brake, our future grim,

your fading form, in shadows deep,

my love, too strong, my soul to keep.

the song was balancing right between breaking the crowds heart and animating them to sing along. it was the perfect mix of love and heartache, often making your eyes swell with tears, when you saw theo react the same way.

the song had a special place in both of your hearts. for one part, it was comparing you and theo to your favorite myth, which theo had done knowingly. and second, it reminded you both of how hard love could be, how even loving people deeply could led to hurting them.

it was one of the first songs theo did not sing entirely on his own. the second verse was accompanied by background vocals of the rest of the boys, making it sound almost dreamy and ethereal.

like orpheus, with his lyre's song,

i'd sing to you, all night long,

but in that moment, with fate's cruel twist,

i'd choose your eyes, and lose what's missed.

the second chorus was a little different to the first one, deeper, as theo had said.

for i'd turn back just like him,

the current stronger than we swim,

i'd face the darkness, lose my way,

for one more look, i'd gladly pay

"i don't understand" theo's voice was only above a whisper, making sure no one could hear you both in the treehouse. it was far too late for both of you anyway.

"what?" you had asked, looking up from the ipod in your hand.

"orpheus, that's his name, right?" the boy brushed his hair back, revealing his forehead. he hadn't gotten a haircut in ages, exclaiming something about girls finding him more attractive that way. you had spontaneously laughed at that prediction, considering you were the only girl he talked to. but the boy was fourteen and suddenly very interested in appealing to the opposite gender.

"what about him don't you understand?" you had the same tone in your voice your mother did when she would explain something to you and your brother.

"well, why does he turn around?" theo shrugged his shoulders, as he turned, facing away from you, to continue to paint doodles on the wall of the tree house. "he could've saved her if he had been stronger, if he had loved her enough he could've made it"

"it's not about that, theo" you had mused "orpheus looked back because he loved her so much, because the only way he could've saved her was if he had loved her less. but he didn't"

"i don't know, pixie" you send him a look upon the name, which he obviously couldn't see, your annoyance bouncing off of the back of his head. "i would be able to save you" his simple statement made the air freeze between the two of you, hitting deeper than it had been meant.

"then you don't love me enough" your voice was only a faint sound, but loud enough to make theo stop in his tracks.

without him noticing the irony of the situation, he turned around to look at you, his blue eyes crashing into yours. the softness in them almost made you shudder, asking yourself if the way you were feeling about him was totally normal. you did not have much experience with boys, but theo was different anyway, he was not like them, he was yours, without any requirements.

"no, i think i do" he whispered back, realizing that the quick act of him turning around had come right after you had simply doubted his love. he knew in that moment that it would never take much for him to turn around for you.

maybe it was the quiet of the night, or teenage hormones mixing up in the air, you weren't really sure later, but theo leaned across the space between you, gently grasping your lips with his, connecting them in a featherlight kiss.

there was no sound in the little room. there were only theo and you. and only your lips were touching.

for you're the melody that guides my soul,

through tempests wild and rivers cold,

i'll brave the depths, defy the night,

to hold your hand in morning light.

so here i stand, before your eyes,

with trembling heart, and no disguise,

to say, my love, in honesty,

i'd turn for your like orpheus for eurydice.

later that night, after the concert was finished and the band was saying their goodbyes, ready to leave the stage, you were waiting for theo behind the stage.

blaise and draco came down first, each of them ruffled your hair, before they walked away to find snacks.

enzo winked at you, holding his hand up for a high-five, which you gladly accepted.

matt plastered both of your cheeks with kisses, laughing deeply as you tried to slap him away.

all of the boys (except for theo of course) had grown to be like your brothers, but enzo and matt stood out the most. enzo was like the little brother you never had, especially because of his relationship with april.

mattheo had been protective of you ever since leo had brought you with him the first time at the age of five. he had looked out for you ever since, often joining forces with leo, when he forbid you from doing something.

even if you sometimes acted annoyed at him, you knew deep down that you needed matt, just as much as you needed your organs to survive. he had been (unlike theo at certain times) a constant in your life, you had never quite managed to get rid of. matt had made it clear to you that he wouldn't leave you alone. both of you were everything that was left of leo for the other.

you could see it in the way matt acted, when he would text you the most random things or when he was lifting you off the ground after he had predicted you would miss the single stair in front of your feet.

and he could see it in your face, as you scrunched your nose when you found something disgusting or when your eyes lit up at the mention of ice cream. or sometimes, in the rare moments when his heart ached the most, when you would laugh, and immediately stop, as you both realized how much it sounded like your brother.

it was impossible for either of you to forget leo, if you had still so much left of him.

the cologne was the first thing that entered your nose and just a second after, theo rumbled down the stairs, heavy footsteps echoing over the instruments that were already being played on stage.

he was wearing a white shirt, he had gotten it himself, your name written over his heart with a cursive lilac thread. his hair was messy and a little bit sweaty. you remembered the heat of the stage lights from the night of the concert months ago and your skin burned.

his jeans were dark and loose, you had joked that he needed to wear skinny jeans, because he was in a boyband. you had to search for a picture of harry styles, for him to believe that that used to be a thing.

his face lit up when his eyes fell on you. he pecked your lips, as he threw an arm across your shoulder. another kiss to your hair following.

"my dad messaged me" you said as you walked further behind the stage.

theo perked up at that "will he meet us for dinner?"

"yeah, yeah" you rolled your eyes, uninterested in talking about the boring information. you grinned, as you halted in your step, taking his hand in yours, as you almost jumped up and down from excitement. "we will probaly see a whole lot of him in the future"

theo raised his brows, confused what you were hinting at. your smile grew bigger as you could see the realization set in on his face.

"cadence?" he asked, not quite believing it.

you quickly nodded your head, your excitement resulting in a giggle, as he threw his arms around your body, pulling you close to his chest.

theo had applied to the college months ago. your father had just texted you to tell you that he was in. the mail was only being sent out the coming week and he wanted theo to know. that's also why your father had a lot of connections in the music world and was friends with dave fraser, the guy that had given the guys the record deal. he had worked at the college for the past twenty years, it was a big one, similiar to juilliard, but stationed in england.

while theo would go there, you had applied to many schools close to his (which included, but was not limited to oxford and camebridge). the acceptance letter for camebridge had come last week and the joy on theo's face had been incomparable.

"so it's happening" theo muttered in your ear "we'll both stay"

"i'm going nowhere" you assured, as you intertwined your hands, leading theo back to the tour bus, that would start driving to it's next destination in only a few hours.

"me neither, for now we have seen enough of the world to last us for a few years to come"

"are you joining in?" matt asked when the two of you entered the bus. the rest of the boys were sitting around the table, matt sorting poker chips and enzo's phone was propped up in the middle of the table, april's laughing face on it's screen.

"hey guys!" april smiled.

"hey stranger" you giggled.

"mate, could you please grab the cookies y/n's mum send her?"

"hey, those are for me" you protested.

matt shrugged "well the bus was only for us and i'm still sharing it with you"

you sighed, before you gave theo the okay to get them.

"only two more weeks and you're coming home" april was close to screaming of excitement "it's so boring without you guys. i even began missing blaise"

"hey!" blaise protested, as he grabbed the phone and turned it in his direction, so april was able to see the offended expression on his face.

"yeah, sorry" april muttered "now turn me back"

actually, even if you enjoyed all the special treatment you were receiving on this tour, you couldn't wait to go back home. you couldn't wait for life to be a bit more normal again, even though you were sure that it wouldn't take long before the boys would have their own concerts.

you couldn't wait to watch them grow, but for now, you savored every moment, as long as they still belonged solemnly to you.

"who's gonna start?" mattheo threw the last of the chips down, looking between the rest of you for help.

"i thought you read the rules" draco exclaimed confused.

"well, no" mattheo shook his head "blaise was supposed to"

blaise shook his head repeatedly, claiming to not have been part of mattheo's scheme. the boys began fighting, pointing at each other accusingly.

theo and you exchanged a glance, before you suggested to play a few simple rounds of uno, which everyone agreed on and quickly quieted down.

now everything was finally right and if you could talk to her, you would like to tell your younger self that everything would be alright one day and that she didn't have to be as scared of the future.

a few weeks later, when you were back home, theo helped you pack your things up in your room.

the rest of the tour had gone by in a breeze, and even if all of them decided to concentrate on studying at their respective schools, the band still existed and even dave fraser promised that the career of cursed legacy was far from over. soft death had already been recorded and was coming out in two weeks.

"what's that?" theo asked as he fished a folded piece of paper out of your backpack.

"oh" you furrowed you brows. "i thought i had thrown that away" you shrugged.

"well, what's on it?"

"after i first listened to pixie dream girl, april made me write down my feelings and burn the papers. she was scared that i would do something i would regret" you send him a look.

"okay..but why do you have it if it got burned?" he pressed.

"because i wanted something to remind myself how i felt about all of this"

"am i allowed to read it?" theo asked expectingly "it probably won't be nice"

"i don't care" you shrugged "go on"

theo unfolded the paper, his breath hitching as he read the words you had written. he looked up in surprise and you smiled. "that's—" he mumbled, but couldn't find the right words, surprise and love making it hard to concentrate.

"not mean?" you helped.

theo grinned, before he folded the paper up again and put it in his pocket "i want to keep it"

you smiled and nodded.

and after all this, you stupid stupid boy, you had written that day, you are still the only one my heart wants to know.

you and theo kept your eyes on each other, not one of you daring to look away. you could see every version in him, every stage of his life was readable from his eyes. even that night was readable and you wondered if the was thinking about the same thing you were.

"what was that?" you had asked, your voice raised above the normal whisper.

"what?" theo muttered, feigning innocence. you would've almost believed you had imagined the kiss, but the lipgloss on theo's mouth was telling a different story.

"you kissed me"

"ugh, no?" theo shook his head, crossing his arms defensively.

"ugh, yes?" you outstretched your hand, pointing to his lips. "there, cherry lipgloss"

theo rubbed his mouth in a quick gesture, getting rid of the evidence "where?" he asked, fluttering his eyes.

"right there!" you insisted, fighting back a laugh at his attempt to play it cool.

theo smiled softly, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of fondness and mischief. "okay, fine. maybe i did."

your heart raced as you struggled to find the right words. "why?"

his expression softened, and he reached out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "because... i wanted to."

"okay" you nodded, your voice only above a whisper. "but friends don't—“

"i know" theo had interrupted you. "i'm sorry"

something had shifted between you that night in the tree house, or at least for theo it had. it was like you were the only girl that mattered, like you were the only one that mattered. something about that scared him immensely.

you waited for him to say something. to explain to you what it meant for you, for your friendship. but his eyes were as big as yours and his mind wandered twice as fast. "we are friends" he muttered finally, as if to remind himself.

you nodded, taking it as answer enough.

the years turned faster than the pages of a book, you grew older, stayed inside your rooms when it got dark outside and you and theo never spoke of the night in the treehouse again.

neither of you had known what to say so you rather said nothing.

theo's last words to you that night, replayed themselves over and over again in your mind for the years to follow, even if both of you continued being friends normally.

"i couldn't help it" he had muttered, right after both of you had climbed down the ladder and were ready to go your separate ways.

you smiled at his honesty, as you held back a giggle. you couldn't see his face in the dark, the candle in the lantern you had brought with you had burned down completely, but you had a feeling that he felt the same mix of awkwardness and simple happiness you did.

"will you do that again?" you asked, feeling brave now that he was unable to see your face in the darkness.

air escaped from his nostrils, as he stifled a laugh at your question. "i'm not sure" he said.

"okay"

the air between you was quiet and still and you turned around before you softly walked the path between both of your houses in the direction of the balcony you had climbed down a few hours ago.

the sound of his voice had you stop in your tracks.

"but if it some day comes over me, and maybe it will.." he paused, seemingly searching for the right words.

you listened to him attentively, as your heart fluttered at his implication. it was like you could almost see the colour of his eyes, even if he was standing a few meters across from you, his body standing out against the light of the lantern down the street.

he was standing, his body facing in your direction and simply knowing that he was looking at you made your tummy churn. was this what friendship was supposed to be? or was it something different? was this love? did love really feel like that or where you going crazy?

theo cleared his throat, as he raised his voice so you could hear him clearly over the distance between you "just... don't blame me"

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[kylie-writes-stuff]

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pairing: Nick Miller x reader word count: 1.8k summary: y/n goes to the loft to find jess, needing comfort after a recent breakup. she's surprised to find that nick's the only one home warnings: mention of a breakup, needing comfort. fluff. toxic ex + messages from said ex. jealous/protective!nick. not really proof read. a/n: hi!! i've really been wanting to get back into writing and Nick Miller's recently infested my brain. this is my first time writing for him so i hope you enjoy it as much as i do :) not my gif!

You walked down the streets of Los Angeles, the bright afternoon being a stark contrast to your current mood.

You couldn't trust yourself to drive right now. Not with your vision so blurry from the tears building in your eyes. Luckily, you knew the way to your friend's loft like the back of your hand.

You kept your head down and your hood up, carefully weaving between the many strangers that shared the sidewalk with you. You ignored the world for the time being. You couldn't even spare a greeting to Outside Dave when he began spouting nonsense.

You needed to see Jess. She was always there for you and she knew how to comfort you. You talked to her about everything, but you hadn't really been able to for the last few days since she's been so busy at school. You had tried to deal with everything yourself as you patiently waited for today, knowing she'd be home soon after school let out and free for the rest of the weekend.

Of course, you knew Cece was there for you too. But you couldn't go to her right now, not with this. Not yet, at least.

The elevator doors opened and you took a sharp right, making a beeline towards the apartment. You took a breath and opened the door.

They really need to start locking it, you thought.

You quickly glanced around the loft, only to see it empty. You were about to turn to knock on the door of Jess' room, before you heard the one across open.

"Finally, someone's home! So I had this idea, right, and- Oh!" You quickly turned your face back towards the floor, not wanting him to see you with your eyes all puffy. "Hey, (Y/n)!"

You knew the guys, as you were over at the loft all the time. You got along with all of them well and you enjoyed their company. You didn't want to ruin Nick's perception of you by showing a weak side of you.

"Hey, Nick. Uh, is Jess home?" You asked him.

"Nah, she's in like a staff meeting or something... (Y/n), are you okay?"

"Yeah, I-I'm fine. I just needed to talk to Jess, you know? Um, I'll get out of your hair, though, sorry I dropped in unannounced."

You turned back towards the door before a hand on your arm stopped you.

"Whoa, hold on. (Y/n), you already came all this way, just wait here for Jess to get back. C'mon, hang with your ol' pal Nicky!"

"It's okay, really. I don't wanna bother you."

"Hey, you're never a bother. Plus, when am I ever busy?"

You chuckled, "Got me there. Alright... Nicky."

"Yes! You want a beer?"

"God, yes please."

You made your way to the couch as Nick went to the kitchen. He kept his eyes fixed on you as he opened the bottles in his hand.

You were hurting and he could tell. He could see it in your slumped shoulders, your wavering voice, your leg currently bouncing up and down. He could tell by your red eyes that you tried so desperately to hide from him. You never realized, but he noticed a lot about you every time you were together.

Even if it wasn't just the two of you, you'd be the only thing he could focus on. In the loft with all his friends around, he'd immediately be drawn closer to you the second you walked through the door. He could spot you easily in a crowded bar.

It's like you had him under a spell and he couldn't break free.

He absolutely hated seeing you like this. So even though talking about emotions made him feel... weird, he'd do what he could. Even if it was just having a beer together and trying to make you laugh, he wanted to be there for you.

Nick sat next to you on the couch and handed you the ice cold bottle. The two of you sat, drank,and talked. Conversation with Nick always flowed comfortably. There was something about him that made it so easy to talk to him without getting bored. You were also very curious about his idea he had mentioned when you first arrived.

That made him feel good. He was able to, hopefully, get you mind off of whatever was bothering you. But you also genuinely cared about what he had to say. It was nice.

It seemed to just be getting later and later as the two of you opened more bottles.

Eventually, your mood had dropped again. You tried to hide it as best as you could. I mean, surely Jess couldn't be gone that much longer, right? But Nick noticed right away.

"Alright," He tapped your knee with the bottle in his hand, your attention snapping back towards him. "I'd say we got a good buzz goin'. Talk to me, (Y/n). What's wrong?"

You took a deep breath and sighed. "You know that guy I've been going out with? Derek?"

Nick nodded.

How wouldn't he know? You had met Derek on a night out a few months ago and you hit it off well. You looked so happy, immediately rushing to tell Jess and Cece about the date you had set for later that week. Nick remembered watching from behind the bar, wanting to be the one you talked about that way so badly.

You slowly circled the rim of your bottle with the pad of your finger.

"I broke up with him."

"You did?"

"Yeah. You know how people talk about, like, toxic relationships all the time? That's what it was. He wasn't good for me, and Cece had tried to warn me. But I didn't listen... I never listen."

"Hey..." Nick started, trying to find the right words. "You did what you had to. It's hard losing someone but you don't wanna get caught in a cycle that constantly hurts you. Trust me, I've been there. You did what was best for you."

"I know I did, but... it hurts, you know?" You looked up at Nick and he nodded in understanding.

His heart broke seeing the look on your face. He thought for a moment before asking, "Do you have your own Dirty Dancing, or something like that?"

You knew exactly what he was asking. Ever since you've known Jess, she'd watch Dirty Dancing after a breakup. It made her feel worse and better at times, but no matter what it let her get everything out.

"Something like that, yeah." You smiled.

Nick grabbed the TV remote off the back of the couch and held it out to you.

"Oh, no, it's okay. You wouldn't like it."

Nick merely shrugged and gestured towards the remote again. "Eh, put it on anyways," he urged you.

You gave in and searched for the movie of your choice, Nick going back to the kitchen because he insisted on making popcorn before it started. He also grabbed a few more beers.

You enjoyed sitting there with Nick, sharing snacks and listening to his commentary on one of your favorite movies. He'd make fun of the movie sometimes but you could tell it held his interest.

Even when Schmidt came home and started making fun of him, he intermediately told Nick to shut up. He wasn't bothered being seen watching a movie like this.

Halfway through, though, you heard your phone buzz. You glanced at it, wondering if maybe Jess or Cece were texting you. You hadn't realized how much time had passed since you first arrived...

"For fuck's sake," you mumbled to yourself.

"What happened?" Nick asked, his eyes flicking towards you rather than the screen in front of him.

You handed Nick your phone.

New Messages! Derek Leaving me is the worst decision you've ever made You're a fucking idiot if you think you're better off without me Fuck you I hope you die in a car wreck, you bitch

"It's been messages like this everyday for the last, like... 3 days," you explained.

Rage clouded Nick's mind as he scrolled up to see the, even worse, messages from the days prior. How could such vile things be said to someone like you?

Nick stood up from the couch quickly and made his way towards the door.

"Wait- What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna call him," Nick said furiously.

“Nick, c'mon. I'll just block him, it’s really not that serious—”

“No, but it is! It’s exactly that serious! He doesn't get to call you an idiot! That’s reserved for me only, damn it.” He exploded, focusing on the lighter part of the message. He didn't know what he'd do if he let the worse parts linger in his mind.

You couldn't say anything as he had already hit the call button on Derek's contact. Before stepping out into the hallway, he told you to pause the movie, making you smile despite everything else going on.

The door muffled the words leaving Nick's mouth, but you could hear his tone. He was completely enraged.

He came back in a few moments later, a proud smile on his face. "Well, that's taken care of," he said as he handed your phone back to you.

You blocked Derek's number and tossed your phone to the side.

"Thank you, Nick," you said sincerely.

"No problem, no one should talk to you like that. If he tries anything, you tell me."

You nodded at his words. No one had ever really stood up for you like that...

You pressed play on the remote and leaned against him.

Jess finally came home about 5 minutes from the end of the movie. She noticed you and Nick on the couch and her gaze shifted to the TV. She looked back at you.

"Oh, (Y/n)... I'm so sorry," she said, her face dropping.

"It's okay, I'm... okay. Let me finish this and we'll talk, yeah?" You asked. Jess nodded with a sad smile, and made her way to her room.

As the movie ended, you looked at Nick. "Well?" you asked expectantly.

He tried to hold in his smile as he shrugged and said, "It wasn't that bad, I guess."

You helped him gather the empty beer bottles and he told you to go talk to Jess after.

You wrapped your arms around him tightly, taking him by surprise. He paused for a moment before doing the same.

"Thank you, Nick." You looked up at him. "For everything."

He smiled down at you. "You don't have to thank me, (Y/n). You know I'm here."

"I know," You said. You leaned up and quickly kissed his cheek before leaving the embrace and rushing into Jess' room.

She immediately patted the spot on her bed next to her, urging you to talk about what happened.

"Well, let's start with the most recent thing first," You started, looking down with a soft smile. "That crush on Nick isn't going away anytime soon..."

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

HELLOOO could you maybe write something for Dave's birthday? :3

A/n: I did not realize it was Dave's birthday until this ask came so thank you for that reminder lol

Also, I have been writing a lot this week, I don't know where the motivation came from but we don't ask question we just go with it, however, I am not going to post a whole lot anytime soon I don't think, I just figured I'd post this since it is Dave's birthday

Warnings: Smut, overstimulation, creampie, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Also also, does anyone else use the picture to decide what era the fanfic is set in or is it just me? Either way, I started writing this thinking of grandma Dave but at some point I switched to bearded Dave so it works with either :)

Dave stopped enjoying his birthday years ago, roughly when he was about five years old. He wasn't raised to celebrate his birthday, and while being a kid and seeing everyone celebrate holidays was hard he never grew to like his birthday.

His distaste only grew as he got older.

You had him go out and do stuff with his friends and bandmates, not quite a wild goose chase but... he had no idea what he was doing or where he was going.

It was all so you could get ready at home, even though he was asking you repeatedly to come out with him because all he wanted was to spend time with you. It was a hard enough day as it was and now he didn't have the one person that meant the most to him.

You'd made his favourite dinner, even got him drink set up, and you got yourself all dolled up.

You wore one of his shirts over a new lingerie set.

You were just finishing up setting the table when you heard the door open and slam closed, Dave was home.

"Where are you, sweetheart?" He called, sounding drained.

"Dining room!" You called back, getting yourself seated on the table, legs crossed and sitting pretty for him.

He entered the room, shoulders slumped and a grimace on his face. As soon as he saw you his expression lightened up and he straightened up, not even having noticed what you were wearing or doing, he was just happy to finally see you.

He came over to you and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead and cheek down to your neck and finally placing a kiss on your lips, hands sliding from your back to your hips.

"I missed you, sweetheart." He said softly.

You chuckled softly at his affection. It wasn't unusual for him to be extra affectionate towards you, he loved you and would do anything to show it, sometimes he just over did it, not that you minded, not one bit. It made his day to just get to kiss you, to feel you even in the most domestic ways.

"Rough day?" You asked sweetly, wrapping your arms around him and letting him rest his head on your shoulder.

"You weren't there." He grumbled.

"Yeah, but, you were with your friends."

"You. Weren't. There." He repeated, causing you to chuckle.

"Yeah, but I had a reason to send you off." He pulled away slightly, raising a brow at him, not understanding what the reason could've possibly been. "I wanted to make today special!" You said, gesturing to the dinner behind you.

Dave looked past you to the nice little dinner you'd set up, his eyes slowly moving to you and the outfit you wore. "Dinner... and desert?" He asked, looking back to your eyes.

You nodded, a bright smile on your face.

Dinner was one thing, but desert was what you were both looking forward to. You let him complain throughout dinner, and when it came to desert he had your face shoved into the mattress.

His calloused hands gripped your hips in a bruising hold, hips slamming into yours repeatedly, hard cock stretching you out and hitting deep inside you.

"Little bitch, making me run around all day." He said through grunts, hand coming down on your ass, leaving a bright red mark to match the other cheek.

He hadn't taken you out of your -his- shirt or lingerie, choosing to push your panties to the side, letting your shirt ride up over your chest, revealing your pretty bra.

You had tears streaming down your cheeks, soaking into the sheets beneath you along with drool and, a few feet lower, cum. Not to mention the sweat.

You didn't care, you only cared about the way Dave made you feel. How he held you, spoke to you, all of it had your mind running into a muddled mess as you came around him again and again.

You felt his thrusts losing rhythm, his arms wrapping around you and leaning over you, craving more of your touch as he raced for his high. "Oh, fuck, sweetheart- I-I'm gonna cum inside." He mumbled, face shoved into the crook of your neck. "I deserve it, m'gonna fuck you full of my cum."

A few more thrusts and you felt him painting your gummy walls a creamy white, movements sputtering slightly but he wasn't done yet.

This wasn't the first time he'd cum that night, his mind was as much as mess as yours he was just more used to being fucked up, though in a different sense. Still, it came in handy when he was trying to dirty talk you after fucking himself dumb.

He was overstimulated, as were you, but he needed more. He didn't know how much more, but he knew he wasn't done.

[moviecritc]

✦ ˚ : · LAST FIRST DATE ⋆ DAVID MALUKAS 🦢

pairing ☆ david malukas x fem! reader

summary ☆ where after an awful date, david helps you to fell better

warnings ☆ fluff

masterlist | letterboxd

❛ can't you see that i'm the one who understands you❜

"Are you at your apartment?" Y/N asked, with the phone pressed to her cheek.

"Of course, but weren't you on a date?" David questioned, as if he wasn't thrilled by the idea that it had gone badly and that he was the first one Y/N called.

"Exactly, I was," Y/N let out a long sigh while looking for a taxi. "Can I come over to your place?"

"Yeah, sure. Do you want me to come get you?" David grimaced, maybe that was too much.

"Don't worry, I'm already in a taxi," Y/N flashed a smile, the first one all night. "I'll be there in ten minutes."

During those minutes, the only thing Y/N thought about was how stupid it had been to go on that date. It was a horrible attempt to forget her feelings for David, which didn't work at all because, besides the fact that the guy was unpleasant, the first thing Y/N did after that was call David.

David, for his part, took out a bottle of white wine, Y/N's favorite, and therefore his as well. And he ordered some trays of sushi to share with his best friend.

Y/N knocked on his door, and David opened it immediately. She looked stunning, so much that David took a millisecond to observe her before letting her in. Y/N noticed, she noticed all the little details David had about her, but she convinced herself he was just being kind.

"Hi," Y/N said, in a faint voice.

"How are you?" David asked with a sweet look. "I took some wine out of the fridge and ordered sushi because I figured you hadn't eaten anything."

"You figured right, we didn't even get to order bread," Y/N laughed a little, to feel less bad.

They sat on the kitchen counter as they always did, and the sushi arrived a few minutes later.

"So, what happened on the date?" David asked.

Y/N ran her hands over her face. "It was horrible, Dave. Terrible." She took a piece of sushi and popped it into her mouth. "He arrived late, kept me waiting for fifteen minutes. And when he showed up, he asked why I was so dressed up and started a speech about how he hated makeup."

David let out a sigh. "Is he an idiot?"

"Plus, he wore the ugliest pants I've ever seen," she added, and David's grimace of disgust deepened. "When his Ted Talk was over, I left, but now I regret not answering him back."

David looked at her with tenderness and a slight smile on his lips. "Y/N, I want you to know that you are an amazing girl. Really. You are smart, funny, passionate, and, above all, you have a huge heart. Anyone who can't see that is just an idiot."

Y/N felt a warm feeling in her chest at David's words. "And you? Do you see it, Dave?"

Y/N lowered her gaze, biting her lip a little shyly. David paused, looking directly into her eyes.

David moved a little closer, his voice low and soft. "I've been seeing it since we met, Y/N."

They looked at each other as if time had stopped. The tension between them became palpable, the whole room completely silent. David raised a hand and gently caressed Y/N's cheek, slowly moving closer until their lips met in a tender kiss. Y/N followed immediately, deepening it as she moved closer to him. Their lips fit perfectly, and when they parted, they both missed the taste of each other, even though it had only been a few seconds.

Y/N licked her lips while David straightened up a bit, their breaths slightly heavy.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this," Y/N whispered, with a shy smile.

He let out a soft chuckle.

"Oh, believe me, I know," David replied, looking at her as if it was the first time.

[pablitogavii]

hello love you’re writings

so if you could do this would be cool

It’s Halloween and reader wears a bunny costume with her friends but it’s raveling and he can see her underwear and he stares at her and don’t want her to go out with friends because her boy best friends is also there but she goes. she comes back and was thinking Pablo is sleeping but then he is behind her and smack her ass with the little rabbit tail thing idk

you decide the ending love you 💗

okay, here it is for you 😊

My Bunny

"Amor!! Have you seen my black heels!?" you called Pablo while searching through your closet hastily not wanting to be late for the Halloween Party.

"Which ones princesa?" he entered the room while snaking on some apple slices. He was such a child that it was adorable!!

When he saw you standing in the middle of the closet with your little bunny tail and soft ears, he was stunned with his mouth open not biting down on his slice of apple.

"Dios mio! Aren't you a hot bunny..." he smirked and you blushed turning around and blushing hard from the way his eyes were scanning very inch of your body right now.

The outfit was a bit reveling but nothing out of the ordinary for the party, and everything that was "Pablo's" was very much hidden of course!

"Gracias amor! The leather ones?" you say and he looked confused completely forgetting about your shoe question.

"Come here bunny.." he said sitting down on the sofa and you giggled walking up to him standing in between his legs. His large hands immediately want around your waist touching your ass and pulling you closer roughly as your hands held his shoulders for balance.

"You don't think this is a bit reveling preciosa? HUh?" he spoke caressing your ass cheeks shamelessly and you felt your body contract and a shiver move down your spine in response. He was turning you on so much with this low and angry tone!

"Mm..no?" you say and when your eyes met you could see red anger shining in his making you gulp while feeling his squeeze your ass cheeks roughly.

"Vale..I think every guy will get hard the moment you walk into that party..just..like..me" he grabbed your hand and put it on his growing bulge which made your legs close in excitement.

You started to massage his bulge out of instinct and he was very much enjoying it until your phone interrupted your little "moment".

"Hey Dave, yeah I'll be down in a few!" you say and Pablo clenched his jaw recognizing that nickname. Dave was your best guy friend since you were a kid and Pablo wasn't his biggest fan..little did he know that Dave is actually gay.

"So my shoes amor?" you turn and he rolled his eyes annoyed which made you sad but you really had no time for his antics right now.

"Are you really going to let HIM see you like that!?" he said and you sighed walked up to him again this time sitting on his lap.

"You do know you shouldn't be jealous of anyone right??" you say playing with his hand while he was touching your bunny ears playfully. He was definitely entertaining himself and when you tried to get up, he pulled you back onto his lap.

"Don't go with him.." he said and you sigh kissing his lips lovingly hoping that shows him he was the only one you wanted.

"You're cute when you're jealous." you smile and he groans shaking his head still being very stubborn.

"No estoy celoso!" he said and you giggled shrugging your shoulders letting him hold you for a few more minutes.

"Amor..I hate to go now" you say and he kept nuzzling his face into your neck sucking on the skin and leaving visible marks all over your neck while smirking.

"Mm now he can see you all marked up bunny.." he said letting you get up and you look at the mirror smiling at the marks on your neck..you very much enjoyed wearing them.

"I'll see you later cariño..te amo" you kiss him putting on shoes and grabbing your bag and he smirked slapping your ass you passed smiling into a kiss.

"Be safe bunny..te amo mucho!" he said before you left and that made you blush..you were starting to like this new nickname a little to much.

Soon enough, you met with Dave and you drove to the party. On the way there, you posted a picture smiling at how good you looked..no wonder Pablo was acting all protective!

y.n.bebe

Halloween 🎃 👻

comments:

mikkykiemeney: HOT!!

y.n.bebe: ❤️❤️

y.n.fanclub: so gorgeous our girl!! 😍😍

y.n.pablo.fans: @pablogavi lucky you!!!!

pablogavi: so lucky 😏

y.n.pablo.fans: OMG!! 😳

pablogavi: my little bunny 😉❤️

y.n.bebe: hehe❤️

y.n.pablo.fans: him using that nickname!!😳😳😳

david.dave: beautiful amiga❤️

y.n.bebe: graciasss!

pablitoofanss: @pablogavi he do be sending your girl hearts 😂😂

"People are literally crazy! Shipping us" Dave laughed and so did you but you did tell him that Pablo was a bit jealous of him as well.

"Why didn't you tell him I'm gay amiga?" Dave asked and your smirk was enough..you were teasing him..wanting to see him jealous..it did things to you when he was angry.

"You're bad!" Dave joked and the rest of the party was very fun so when you came home you tried to be very quiet as to not wake up Pablo.

You were confused that the bed was empty but soon you felt someone smack your ass and you jumped meeting a very much angry Pablo behind you looking so delicious while being shirtless and in his boxers. Fuck!

"You came back to me, huh bunny??" he said and you smiled nodding your head while snaking your arms around his neck taking off your heels making you a lot less tall which he adored.

"How was the party?" he asked while you were hugging and you just nodded saying it was fun but you missed him a little too much.

"Vale..I missed you too..especially since you made me all riled up before leaving..my bad little bunny" he pulled you towards the bed pushing you onto it while looking down at your vulnerable state.

"Amor..I need to change before going to bed!" you tried to get back up but he was already hovering above you kissing your lips passionately.

"Mm you're gonna be my good little bunny..and make up for what you did earlier, bueno?" he smirked continuing to kiss your neck licking the old marks on your neck.

"Mmm..s..si..Pablo" you moaned and he smirked nodding his head while taking his time to look at your little costume feeling it underneath his fingertips.

"I'm gonna have so much fun taking this bunny costume off you princesa..all mine underneath" he said and you blushed nodding your head and kissing him lovingly.

"All..yours" you whispered and he was very satisfied to hear that slowly taking off your bunny ears and then the rest of your provocative costume.

You might not have costume anymore..but you were still his bunny ;)

[inkdemonapologist]

nobody asked but since I've seen a lil chatter on the DCTL Graphic Novel on tumblr too, here's the thread I posted on twitter, speaking as someone who's done a little freelance work as a comic artist, under the jump:

Main thought about the DCTL graphic novel preview is: yeah, I've made designs like that when I was being paid by the page and expected to just throw in extra design work for free and I have a deadline and no time to scour the source material or really put my heart into the design No shade to the artist; every complaint I have about the pages we've seen is that this looks like someone who was just working (quickly) from a script. The artist is likely not a Big Fan, so they only know the info and descriptions they're given. And the artist's portfolio shows they're capable of the kind of designs and dynamics this comic needed. its possible they phoned it in for no reason, but feels more likely to be "not enough time/not paid enough/not given enough info to give it that level of care." Which, don't get me wrong; an important level of craftsmanship and care is missing and im not gonna blame the artist but i AM gonna be a hater abt it lmao It's not just about designs; the convo with Joey is another good example. It's a literal illustration of the things Joey said and did in that scene, but it's missing the point -- that scene is our introduction to the way Joey throws Buddy off-balance. That energy is missing. And that's the sort of thing that needs the script to convey this purpose well to the artist, that needs the artist to have time & freedom to invest in portraying it, that needs time & investment & knowledge to ask for adjustments at early stages and get the page right one more note: begging batim fans 2 think abt the plot of DCTL and realise why "maybe we will not make the creepy guy who dies at the end a black man in this" is perhaps a reasonable choice. like im a fan of poc norman headcanons too but pls recognise this would be a tough call!! anyway, genuinely cannot wait to see how off sammy is gonna be in this lmao. will he be a mid non-design like norman or will he be conventionally handsome or will he get graphic novel dave miller vibes b/c hes an antagonist? will we get the fabled black hair sammy??? i cant wait

TL;DR I strongly suspect this was an issue of not enough time/not enough money. That design looks nothing like the description of Norman, right? Like, there's hundreds of different AU designs of all shapes, colours and sizes that you could create that would still look like Norman Polk, but somehow they managed to make a character that isnt ANY of them, lmao??? So... how could that happen, unless nobody gave the artist a description of Norman? Or if they did, how did that design make it past anyone else, unless there wasn't time for revisions or a system worked out for revisions, unless whoever was managing the comic project thought it was fine if the designs didn't fit with the descriptions in the book? If everyone is doing their job, then the artist is given the information they need without having to go do unpaid YA novel research before they can start drawing. That's why you have a writer adapting it!!

("they should hire fans, a fan would've done a better job" OK BUT THATS B/C FANS ARE MORE LIKELY TO ALLOW THEMSELVES TO BE EXPLOITED AND DO EXTRA UNPAID WORK B/C THEY CARE!! THATS NOT A SOLUTION!!!! THATS A JOEY DREW STRAT!!!!!!!)

Anyway I could yell about this for 15 years so I'm going to shush for now BUT I JUST FEEL VERY STRONGLY ABOUT IT LMAO.

[creedslove]

EASTER WITH DAVE YORK 🔪 🐇 - HEADCANONS

Dave York x f!reader

A/N: just what I picture spending this day with Dave would be like 🐰 Happy Easter besties and Dave apologists™

• Dave's got a sweet tooth and nothing will ever convince me otherwise; he loves sweets, candies and above all, chocolate but his job demands him to keep fit and in shape under any circumstances, so besides all the working out he does nearly everyday, he also keeps himself in check, controlling his eating habits which means he restrains himself from eating too much sugar on regular basis

• but Easter he doesn't have to keep himself from enjoying things too much, quite the opposite, it's the day he actually allows himself to eat whatever he wants and you take the opportunity to spoil your handsome boyfriend. So you start by making him pancakes and chocolate chip cookies for breakfast, Dave loves it! He's excited to see you care so much for him, and he eats everything up

• of course you will exchange chocolate, just like the Easter tradition says, but it's not just any chocolate, it's BELGIUM CHOCOLATE 🤌 and he's immediately thrilled by it, you know how much he loves it and it warms your heart to see Dave's eyes sparkling over something so simple such as a chocolate

• but Easter Sundays aren't just a picnic either, because of course he's gotta visit his girls, even if it's just to drop by their gifts, but you know it always takes a toll on him, because Carol makes sure to annoy the hell out of him, and worst of all: using the kids for it

• ideally, Dave would prefer to spend some time with you and the girls, working on some bonding time and have fun as a family, but since the girls were little monsters towards you, acting up and being impolite, plus how Carol reacted afterwards, you both got into an agreement you wouldn't do it again, so he goes out to spend time with them and then comes back to you

• however, you both know it will probably be a disaster but what could he do? He missed his girls and he had made - with your help - a lovely Easter basket with some chocolate eggs, some of their favorite candy, a lip gloss each and a plushie bunny, just like when they were little, and he was hoping they'd be happy with it

• they weren't; and they didn't even try to hide it. They just got disappointed because Carol said if Dave spent too much on you, then he should give them new iPads for Easter and that's what they expected so when they saw the basket, they both rolled their eyes

"thanks dad"

"did you like it, baby?"

"yeah, whatever"

• and let me tell you: Dave kills people, he's rough and tough but those girls have the power to gut him, and after spending a lunchtime and mid afternoon clearly being told he's just bothering them or he's lame, he decided to take them back to their mother's and head home to you, regretting not spending Easter with someone who really deserved it

• when he got home earlier, you were surprised, thinking he would be home only later for dinner, but judging by his upset face, you could tell those means girls had to do with it. You hugged him and told him you'd make him great dinner, but he said no, instead, he told you you should both go out to eat at a nice restaurant

• you agreed, picking one you knew Dave loved and going with him to try and cheer him up. Easter was such a nice date, you hated he got upset because of his daughters' behavior and wanted him to have a special evening, so after the delicious dinner, you and him got home, telling Dave to wait for you in bed, you showed up to him in bunny ears and a bunny tail butt plug

• it was enough to cheer him up and make him excited, especially when he pulled you to him and you bounced on him like the naughty little bunny you were

• once you were both done, Dave held you tight against him, caressing your skin gently as you nuzzled his chest

"you know, honey... I've been thinking... Why don't we have a baby?"

• he casually said it, truth was: Dave missed being a dad, but above all, he missed having a child who actually loved him as a father and he knew things would work out with you this time because unlike his first marriage, your relationship with him was based on mutual love, passion and respect 💗

____

[eyesore-boi]

MY EDGE OF SLEEP THOUGHTS

Usually I don't really do review posts, but I figured I should here since we need to get the word out more and I have things to s a y -

And yeah i know it technically already made it top 10...but it's going down again...sooo.....chop chop we gotta punch judge judy in the face again :]

SPOILER WARNING BELOW, OF COURSE, FOR BOTH THE TEOS SHOW A N D ORGINAL PODCAST, SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Mainly this is gonna be talking about all the changes they made in the story and my thoughts on them, comparing the podcast to the show, but most of them are actually pretty positive! So, with that said, let's start with one of the biggest changes, that being:

The Maniac: So I know some people are kinda on the fence bout this, but me personally I don't mind that they cut out The Maniac! I get some people liked how their was a bit of a threat at the hospital while they were trying to figure things out, and Dave having the big risk of loosing his balls (tho i love the reference they did with the radio that was great XD), but...I kinda think that went against the point of this apocalypse, of it being a literal silent killer and not being like how the end of the world is seen in movies of chaos and violence, so having the Maniac out gave the group more time to process the situation at hand. That and how it allowed them to talk more and really show the character connections, like the talk Katie and Dave had after he recalled when he carved the triangle on his chest (more on that later)! And sides, least to me, I always kinda thought the Maniac was...a liiiitle tacked on? Like, with the story always kinda relating to Dave and his nightmares, having the Maniac just be some, well, crazy fucked up guy kinda felt outta place. Like maaaaybe they could've related him directly to being on the elephant's side (the sticker on his van doesn't count, that was just foreshadowing), like he was an elephant follower and he was following Dave even before shit went down, but with him just being some guy doing fucked up things, felt just like a tacked on extra threat. (Also I always kinda found it a little unlikely Dave was so easily able to go on and do a buncha other stuff after being literally shot, but eeeh is fiiine i guess-) With that said though, with the Maniac's absence, it does lead me tooooo

Ruth: I actually really liked Ruth's addition a lot! Was refreshing to see one other person in the survivor group, even if you know from the get-go she probably wasn't gonna make it, but that's good for the story! To show us another person's perspective whose out of the loop, how everyone else around her is struggling to keep it a secret, and how she took the place of the Maniac's for the MRI scan was much more impactful, having more weight to the situation since she was innocent and just found out when she sleeps, she dies, and seeing how hard of was on Linda to do, just mwuah amazing acting all around, but again more on that later-

The Dream People: Another change that I actually like, and even prefer! Tbh in the podcast I kinda felt like the whale people/dream warriors were...kinda vauge on what exactly they are? I know they were probably gonna explain that more in Season 2, but i feel like they didn't really...explain enough? Like they were just some higher people/power, nearing a deus-ex-machina, the old man and his son (forgot their names sorry) kinda broke up the story for me whenever we cut back to them (tho i do love the cigarette bit between him and Dave, sad that didn't make it into the show), and i was fine with that but eeeh coulda been handled a little better, and it was in the show! I like it a lot better that little Davey was always dreaming about them alongside the nightmares, since to Dave (and to the viewers seeing this story for the first time) he wasn't really sure on who or what to trust, which only adds more to the mystery of it all! I also like how their home base is more clear and giving slight cult vibes, but hopefully with good intentions (again we'll see in Season 2), so looking forward to learning more about them, even if this time I'm a bit more satisfied on how they're presented!

Mateo: HE LIVED!!! :DD I was actually really suprised that Mateo survived the plane crash! And I don't think i mind that too much, tho i kinda prefer the podcast ver a liiitle more since it added a bit more to the hopelessness of the situation that literally half of the party was dead, but eh more people living the better! Plus I do think Mateo was pretty fun in the show, I liked him and Dave's friendship a lot, especially with him being with Dave when shit went down at the party rather then going home to play video games pantsless, and i liked how we saw him stand up for Dave for being weird, true bros (i also really like the hug Dave gave him when he agreed to fly for them, that was really nice), so I'm sure there's more of him to explore with his veteran background and stuff, so can't wait to see more of him for Season 2! ....maybe then he won't be so lucky oh god- :'D

The Moobles: So probably, like others, the moment I heard that TEOS was gonna get a TV show, there was one scene on particular that I immediately thought of that I was excited to actually see, and that was the fucking Moobles scene- So was I disappointed that we didn't exactly get that scene? ...Yeah, a little bit, but I do understand why we didn't get it, and what we got instead still served the same purpose well! For one, I'd understand why that scene would be a lot for a +14 rated show, even if there is some pretty good gore throughout the series, bit i get multiple self-stabbings can kinda cross the line, but another reason is...I just don't think they had the budget for it. Like- How would they do the Moobles? CGI? Puppets? Either way I'd love to see it, but I knew it'd be pretty pricey, so I get why the Moobles had to be cut, wish they least had a small reference like the Maniac did (maybe the Moobles playing on TV somewhere or a display case showing the "toy" would be cool), but hey, if we can only experience that horrifying scene in podcast form, well, I wouldn't mind at all! Still fucking horrific in sound form and I love it :'D And sides, I actually prefer the new change for Dave's scar this time around! Tho I like the viciousness of having slash marks all over his chest, i think the single triangle scar fits much more with the stories and is great forshadowing of what's to come, giving a more concrete, direct link between what Dave has gone/going through and the killing sleep going on rather than just the warning the Whale gave him before shit went down! And the scene of him cutting in the injury was still pretty unsettling even if not downright horrific like Moobles-

The Clock: The clock was....n e w - I do like the visual of it tho, since at first it seemed like it stopped and ticked back each time a person fell asleep, but i do wonder...why is that? Is time literally going back each time a person dies? Or is it symbolic of just someone's time being up? If that's the case, then why does sometimes it ticks back a single tick, while others it goes back several? (Think an example of that was when Ruth was bout to die but i think i may be missremembering) I still like the addition tho, just wish it was a l i t t l e more clear, that's all :']

Katie: So even if there are some slight changes to her (like how she doesn't have the cast anymore, which i kinda get, they kinda really brushed over that after Dave talked to her about it once in the podcast, so i get why it was cut), I really liked where they went with her! Course may be a l i t t l e bias since we knew Lio as Lady, and for both roles they absolutely crushed it, but- It was great seeing more details about Katie! Like implying more and more that she had a drug problem in the past and using her rehab advice on Dave was very fitting, and though it was sad knowing she wasn't going to make it in the end, still loved all her scenes! Especially the incredibly tense scene where Dave has to run miles to get to her house to make sure she doesn't sleep, passing by empty streets and sleeping bodies, and Katie (reasonably) hitting Dave on the head when he broke into her house, ooohoho that was good- And i remembered at first i was slightly surprised that Katie died in the plane rather than locking herself in the car, and at first i thought "Oh it's just to make it more impactful, for Dave to fly with his ex's corpse right next to him, so close to safety, yeah that's screwed up :/" ....then the ending cliffhanger shots were shown and ohohOHOHOHO THE SHOT OF KATIE IN THE WATER STARING DOWN THE CAMERA WITH TRAINGLE EYES, IMPLYING SHE'S GONNA BE A H U G E THREAT IN SEASON 2, OHOHO LOVE THAT SHIT-

The Dream Chamber: A new addition/change that I don't mind tooooo much, but i am a little confused on. In the podcast, little Dave's treatment was to be isolated away from society for 18 months with just him and his mom, nothing else as to not be used against him in his nightmares. And while here i can understand a little why they cut that (i mean each ep is only 20 mins so chop chop), the Dream Chamber scene was pretty interesting! The doctor was weird but i think that was the point (never trust a man with a bowl cut wig) since i remember there was one shot where there was an elephant ceremic (i think) in his office, and when talking about the chamber he had these strange flashes, one including a whale dying in a graveyard, so i think that's implying he's on the elephant's side and was only going to harm Dave more, thus why the Dream People made little Davey stab him in the neck (which i was s h o c k e d on when i saw, btw), but my problem is...we kinda never really go back to Dave's past after that? In the podcast, it was proven that the therapy worked for Dave so he could live out his life as a normal person until the Moobles happened, but here...we don't really know what happens after? Did the doctor die when he got stabbed? I don't think so since there'd have to be some legal trouble braught up because of that, and nobody mentions the doctor dying after that, sides it was just like...a kid stabbing him, so yeah it'd be pretty painful but maaaybe not that deadly. Did Dave get better after that? Probably not, probably is just prescribed more pills once he was old enough, but...in both podcast and in show it's braught up the concern that if he doesn't get the nightmare fixed soon when he was young, it'd lead to huge developmental issues, but Dave seems...mostly normal when older, nightmares and triangle carving aside. He still has a social life, albeit a small one, got a girlfriend, and even a job, so...did the treatment work? A little unclear, kinda wished they just just stuck with the cabin therapy, but it's an easy lookover, and maybe they'll elaborate more in season 2, so we'll just hafta see!

The Elephant: For me personally, i think the elephant monster face is kinda hit or miss under the right circumstances, like the first scene with the nightmare about Dave's mom turning into one, that one was real spooky and the flashing lights actually aided to it in my opinion, but...when it's just in broad daylight and on any person....yeaaah i can kiiiinda tell it's just a mask, hell i think it is the same one being re-used, but eh i think it's fine, just kinda wish they got a bit more creative with the elephant imagery to make it more eldritch and stuff like with the Whale, like that one shot of the Elephant being barely seen on the static on the TV at the party, that was cool, but it's fiiiine it served it's purpose well enough-

Baby Dave: Okay not too much of a tangent on the actual show, just something i thought up on, but...fellas. Markiplier community. More specifically, MCU community. We have an irl face for baby Dave. Ergo, we have a face for baby Mark. Ergo....we have a face for baby Actor, Damien, and William...I am expecting fanart soon and quick 🔫👁

Linda: I really loved Linda in the show! Eve did an amazing job getting across how intense and high strung Linda was, probably even better since we can see how stressed she is! Seeing her actual break down over Brit's death was great, to show she still is deeply disturbed and broken about the whole situation, and i think that was especially needed when she did the MRI on Ruth since in that scene she is crying, but with the knowledge she experienced the same thing with Brit, you can tell this isn't easy for her, but she is willing to do anything to figure out what is going on so the small group of people she barely knows can live. Also, MORE LINDA LORE OOOOO- Was not expecting that, for her to work in a secret government project before, but think it fits well! Explains why she's a little intense and weird, plus let's the audience know this truly can't be some government weapon since she knows of all the gov weapons in the works, so that was really cool to learn of her!

OST: MARKUS E. PLIER. AMAZON. QRCODE. S O M E O N E. YOU BETTER DROP THAT OST SOON CAUSE I W A N T - But for real i l o v e d the soundtrack throughout the series, it all fit the vibes perfectly, keeping things tense at tense scenes and heartfelt at heartfelt scenes, and those beats just mhmhmh- Also i adore the intro, soft, old music being used in a creepy morbid context with visual seeming out of place but once you watch the whole series it makes sense ohohoho gimmie that shit anyday- Speaking of...

Visuals: Touched upon this a bit earlier with the Elephant and the gore, but i liked the visuals a lot! Course i knew it wasn't gonna be movie level stuff or anything (some shots of the Whale are a b i t imposed at time but it's fine), but i feel like they knew what they were able to do, and did it to the best of their ability, and they did! I do love the gore, even if a little small, the brain cutting scene was amazing, very spooky, the funeral hallucination at the end was crazy with everyone bleeding out of their eyes and ears looked real good and intense, and the final shots with all the bodies waking up with triangles in their eyes oohohoohohohooo i loved that shit so damn much i am so hype for more p l e a s e -

And, finally, last but certainly not least, Dave: As to a suprise to nobody, least to those already in the Markiplier Fandom, Mark's acting was on fucking point. In every scene he was in, whatever he needed to sell, he sold it perfectly. Whether that be in distressed and concerned, confused and scared, angry and in dispair, he did it all perfectly, I fucking loved it. Like fuck- The scene where Katie dies, the desperation in his voice as he pleads for Linda to give her more adrenline, as if that'd fix it, having to be pulled back in his anguish, f u c k - And the scene before when he carves the triangle into his chest, waking up just in time to give an almost dazed, dead look to Katie as he asks sluggishly "what's wrong?", adding to the horror of his self mutilation. GOOD SHIT GOOD SHIT- My only "complaint" i guess is that i wished he had a few more lines/scenes with dialog, but maybe that's just wishful thinking since i'm so used to him talking on and on and on and on both in the podcast and just in the channel in general, but even then i couldn't be happier with his performance!!

Infact, everyone did fucking incredible! If you're reading this and you still haven't watched TEOS yet...what the hell are you doing go watch we gotta beat the crap outta Judge Judy BUT also go watch for the incredible acting, special effects, soundtrack, story, just EVERYTHING that is Edge of Sleep! It is definitely worth your time, it's only 2 hours so it's super easy to binge, and tho i am a little pissed like everyone else that Amazon/QRCode/Hollywood execs are tryna bury this thing so Mark/other well deserved YouTubers can't have their work be put more out there, well...we're showing them now, aren't we? >:]

TLDR: This is the best sleedge i've had in my life so go watch so you can sleedge yourself. Alright bye. *backflips then dies*

[mimikyu-oli]

William got the bright idea to use Faz-goo to heal his youngest son's head trauma. 🙂

It's pretty instant and Michael is none the wiser.

The boy only have a faded scar on his face but no actual damages.

MCI happen and Michael's protectiveness is kicking.

And then, Elizabeth disapear and he start to freak out when his brother isn't in sight.

It takes some times (and support from Jeremy), but he get through it.

The bite of 87 happen.

William is like "Good ridance! One less pest to deal with!".

But then he saw the look of devastation on Michael and the father instinct kick.

William: Well, if it worked the first time.

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These goo-entities genuinely think they are the original person.

They don't know they are clones.

Until Circus Baby Entertainment and Rental.

Then it's a literal existential crisis happening.

Michael: Evan is goo!

Jeremy is goo!

Does everyone I know are goo!?

Michael: Am I goo TOO!?

👁_👁

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Existential crisis power 3.

Supprisingly, Evan is the one who is the less affected.

Or more like he shows it less, but he's still upset about it and doesn't want to burden his brothers when they are clearly overwhelmed by it.

Meanwhile, William, since day one, is:

Stage 1) This is the "What makes someone a person?" and "Is it still the same?" dilemma.

Stage 2) This is not my son.

This is just a replic of him.

Stage 3) My oldest love a bunch of goo. What a weird one.

I'm going to go away from him.

He's old enough to deal with his problems and his goo pet.

Stage 4) Bloody hell! My son love a dying man.

I'm going to do him a favor.

But he's also:

Look! Evan!

Your brother replaced you.

Look how nice he is to it.

Do you feel... angry?

Betrayed?

(He is talking to a gooeyfied Evan possessing a little animatronic bear.)

Evan is feeling self-deprecating.

William: Shite.

My son is pathetic.

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[It's the idea of the person and the goo are exchanging places. And William, knowing it because of all his experimentations on rats (and Evan is the first human guinea pig.), takes the goo and put it in some kind of jar/core he put in the bear. (Same concept as in spirit possessing things but with goo. And it's like putting a battery in a toy.)

Although, I don't know what he does with Jeremy yet. 🤔 (He's not throwing him away.)]

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So yeah, Michael is in a state of "they are not them, but they also are."

It's a bit easier with his brother since years has pass, but with Jeremy...

Well, it's either a year or a few months since the bite for him.

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Michael and Jiji: 18 in 1987.

Evan: 5 years younger. 13 in 1987.

AND THEY ARE ROOMATES!!!!

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Evan (Or Goo-Evan) see Jeremy as an older brother.

It's kind of ironic after the later is switched and then discover it.

No one knows what to think nor understand after that happen.

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Goo-Jeremy wake up while William was collecting the gooeyfied Jiji and asked himself "What is Dave doing here?".

He pretends to be asleep until the man is out of the room.

Some times later (around a few months to a year or two), Michael goes in Circus Baby Entertainment and Rental and find some files he brings with him. (Since he has peoples waiting for him at home, he goes right instead of left. And spend a joyfull night with Ennard.)

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Reaction of the reveal:

Jeremy: Panic attack caused by an heavy existential chrisis and the fear of being left by Michael.

Michael: He's dealing with the same dilemma as his father in 83 and trying to calm down Jiji. (With a sprinkle of existancial chrisis too.)

Evan: Frozen in place while staring at the situation happening right in front of him.

[jo-harrington]

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 6 - Heard It In a Love Song

Summary: Let's talk about the real Casanova of Corroded Coffin...

Word Count: 979

Rating: T

Pairings: Dave/Tina, briefly alluded Eddie/OC (The Knight from As Above, So Below)

Warnings/Themes: Unrequited Feelings, Confessions, Mutual Pining, Song Fic (Somethin' Stupid by Frank Sinatra), set the same night as Werewolf but you don't need to read that.

Note: I figured that since Saturdays of CCFest are sort of...love themed I would tie them into some of my existing stories. Don't know how well that will hold up as we continue but...fuck it, let's go.

Check Out the Main Post for @corrodedcoffinfest here! Even if you didn’t start on Day 1, you can still join!

Tagging: @the-unforgivenn at her request.

You can find my masterlist here.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

I know I stand in line Until you think you have the time To spend an evening with me

Dave hated parties.

They'd just never been his scene.

The music was always bad, the food even worse, they were crowded, hot, and uncomfortable.

His pet peeve? He’d actually enjoy the party—dancing, talking to some people—and someone would start making out right next to him. Full on tonsil hockey.

Tonight was unimaginably awful; he was amidst a sea of hormonal, drunk teenagers and he had to sit there and watch his crush play hostess all night.

Christina Clyne. Tina.

The most beautiful girl in school.

Dave was pretty sure that she didn't know he existed, even though they were lab partners. Mainly because she never looked at him.

And if we go some place to dance I know that there's a chance You won't be leaving with me

She'd been flitting about all night, putting out snacks and yelling when people spilled their drink.

She greeted them all when they arrived, desperately thanking Eddie for bringing the weed. And even though she even made snarky remark about Eddie having a girlfriend, she was still pretty welcoming to the freaks.

"Guess if Halloween belonged to anyone it would be you guys," she laughed and waved them towards the patio. "If you wanna set up outside. There's a keg out there, and then snacks in the kitchen. Help yourselves."

Before she disappeared, she smiled nervously at Dave.

His heart stopped in his chest; he figured that he'd just been staring creepily the whole time.

Because that had to be it.

He'd gone steady with people before and they’d been cute.

But Tina? She was completely out of his league.

Surely she had a boyfriend hanging around somewhere. One of Tommy Hagan's douchebag friends? Or that Hargrove guy that had everyone swooning?

She was being polite; she couldn't actually be smiling at him.

Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place And have a drink or two

As the night went on, he found the the party wasn't all that bad.

Yeah, there were kids making out in the living room, and Jeff had disappeared a while ago. Eddie and his girlfriend stayed outside making fun of people's costumes.

But Dave was determined to have a good time.

He didn’t want to just mope around, especially when Tina was always nearby.

So he'd played beer pong, danced with Nancy Wheeler of all people, and drank spiked punch until he felt a little dizzy.

And that's how he ended up in Tina's bedroom.

"Oh shit," he muttered as he swung the door open to find a frilly, pink-painted bedroom instead of a toilet and sink. But his thoughts came into focus when he realized that Tina was sitting on the bed, tears silently dripping down her cheeks. "You ok?"

She startled at the sound of his voice and quickly made to wipe them away.

"Yeah, don't worry about it," she tried to laugh it off. "Did you need help finding anything Dave?"

His was dumbfounded; she knew his name?

"Uh, I was...looking for the bathroom," he explained but hesitated. "You sure you're ok?"

"Yeah, I was just," she stopped herself. "It's silly."

"It isn't silly if it upset you. I get upset about things all the time. It always makes me feel better to tell someone."

"R-really?" she sniffed and he nodded. "Alright."

They shared a smile and she patted the spot next to her.

And then I go and spoil it all

“Alright, what’s the hubbub bub?” He asked, channeling some of the smooth lingo Eddie used.

It earned him the softest giggle that made him feel like he was gonna melt.

“Like I said, it’s silly,” she sniffled again, looking directly into his eyes. “But…I saw my crush dancing with someone else.”

He felt his heart shatter, “o-oh?”

“I’d been trying to give him hints all night, made sure I was always around…but it wasn’t enough.”

He reached down and picked at the blanket on the bed, “I, uh, I don’t know guys are kinda stupid.”

She giggled again, and he closed his eyes to harden his heart.

“Sometimes,” he cleared his throat, “you have to just walk up to them and tell them ‘hey, I like you.’”

“Seriously?! That sounds like a recipe for disaster.”

And he wished he could be that guy who gave bad advice on purpose, who made Tina look like an idiot because if he couldn’t be with her, then no one should.

But he wasn’t that kind of guy.

“No if you really like them, you should just tell them,”

“Alright.” She gently set her hand on his. “Davey? I…I really like you.”

By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"

His head shot back up so he could look at her again for any kind of joke or mockery, but there was only softness and sincerity.

It didn’t make sense…she was talking about him?

When? Who? What?!

He went over the whole night in his head and yeah, every time he found someplace to hang out she was there. And maybe she’d been around when he had danced with Nancy...had she been watching him?

Tina’s hand started to pull away from his.

"This is so stupid," she backtracked. "I'm sorry Da-"

"No!" he shouted at her. She stared at him in wide-eyed shock. He lowered his voice and then turned his hand over to grab hers. "No, it's ok. I, uh, I guess I give really good advice...because I didn't even know...and, uh, I really like you too Tina."

The moment was soft and perfect. Birds were chirping, fireworks going off, soft love hearts appear around her face. He could feel ever very deity devoted to love approval.

And it was the single greatest moment of his life.

"You wanna fool around?"

"Fuck yeah."

[laurfilijames]

Like My Dreams

Part 3

Pete Dunham Masterlist

Intro Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: Pete Dunham x female reader

Words: 5.4k

Warnings: 18+ only. This is not smut yet but ohhh we're close! Swearing. Alcohol consumption. Sexual tension. Steamy make-out sesh and partial nudity. Dry humping. It's just so fluffy and romantic.

Summary: You and Pete are finally able to have your date, making up for lost time while hoping it stands still so you can indulge in the excitement of the start of your relationship.

A/N: I will continue to shout from the rooftops my love for this hooligan until the end of time and now I'm making it your problem. I've had two songs inspiring me for this portion of the story so please have a listen to help set the mood of the chapter.

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"Eh, Ned, what's that pasta recipe you're always going on about?" Pete asked, straddling the stool as he sat down with a fresh pint.

"Easy, mate," he shrugged, popping a handful of peanuts in his mouth before listing off a slew of ingredients used to make his pasta that they all fought for leftovers of, Pete scribbling notes down on a napkin.

"...tomatoes, then some fresh basil…"

"Wait, hang on…"

"Add in the cream, but after the sauce has simmered, you don't want it too hot when you add it in-"

"I said, hang on!" Pete shouted, finding himself frustrated by how loud the others were being as he was trying to get everything down.

"Nah, mate, you've got to save some of the water from the pasta after it's boiled instead of cream," Swill chimed in, obnoxiously leaning over Dave to get his advice in.

An argument broke out between Ned and Swill over the best way to make the sauce, leaving Pete to sigh out of disbelief at how something so simple could go so awry when it came to his friends, and he looked at Dave exasperatedly for help, opening his hands so his palms faced upward in defeat.

Dave shook his head and smirked, leaning closer so Pete could hear him over the chaos, a heated debate whether canned or fresh tomatoes were better the current topic causing the scene.

"A little bit of both, mate, makes the sauce nice and silky and helps bind it together. Clair swears by it."

He knocked his glass against Pete's and took a long drink of his beer before helping him complete his list of ingredients and recipe to follow, allowing Pete to feel more confident about making sure this meal would be perfect.

The plan was for you to come over to his the following night, a way to make up for the missed date due to your car accident, wanting to stay in since you still weren't feeling completely back to normal from your injuries despite it having been nearly two weeks since it happened.

"You excited then?" Dave asked, catching Pete lost in his thoughts.

He grinned, "Yeah, mate. Really looking forward to it." Pete spun his glass on the lacquered table, unable to stop himself from grinning even more.

He had seen you briefly over the span of your recovery, visiting as much as he could, but now that you were on the mend and starting to feel more yourself, the anticipation of finally having that official date with you had him buzzing.

"So, how did you…know?" he asked Dave, rubbing his hands on his thighs before returning them to the table to fiddle with the paper peeling at the edge of the Foster's coaster he'd been working at for hours now.

"Know…?" Dave questioned, his brows knitting as he took a drink, not breaking eye contact with Pete.

Pete sighed and gestured as if his question was the most obvious thing, making Dave nod and quickly swallow his beer.

"Oh!" he choked. "Know? Yeah, I mean, it sounds cliché, but you just…know."

"So that's how it was with you and Clair?"

Dave nodded, his smile big and genuine. "I immediately knew it. It was different."

Pete hummed, looking up at the telly.

"You think it is then, eh?" Dave nudged his arm.

"Yeah, mate."

"Pleased for ya, mate, I really am." Dave smiled. "Don't hold back on it either."

Pete nodded, knowing he wouldn't, not after life had nearly left him without the opportunity to find love at all outside of football and his firm and feeling more than ready to go all-in on it.

Pete's Saturday had been spent shopping and cleaning, prepping all his supplies for the full Italian dinner he was preparing for you while frantically making sure his mangy flat was looking as good as it could, his usual contented feelings toward it replaced by an inadequacy he rarely experienced.

He debated untacking the West Ham United flag from the wall that he had made when he was about eight years old, the juvenility of it screaming at him each time he passed it, ultimately ignoring it altogether as he got distracted in tidying his poor excuse of a kitchen and attempting to organize the chaos that was his record and book collection that had been shifted into piles around his coffee table rather than their rightful places on shelves.

His heart stopped each time his phone vibrated with a text, assuming it would be you canceling because you weren't feeling well enough or something else finding its way in to disrupt your date again, only to breathe a heavy sigh of relief to see it was one of the lads.

Hours passed, and finally he was beginning to prep dinner, wanting most of it done so he would be able to spend as much time focused on you as he could, but also abiding by your wishes to help him cook as you had insisted on wanting to do the last time he spoke with you.

A knock on his door stopped him from chopping garlic, smiling as he wiped his hands on the tea towel sitting on the counter and walked through to answer it, turning down the volume on his record player as he passed.

"Hiya, gorgeous," he greeted, his smile stopped from spreading across his cheeks when he took in the sight of you, biting his lip instead. "Wow!"

"Hi, Pete," you purred, your voice making him thrum with desire.

He stepped out of the way to let you inside, his eyes locked on you the entire time, watching your own smile grow as it was clear you felt him admiring you.

"What?" you asked, peeling your jacket off and handing it to him as he held out his hand to take it.

He frowned and shook his head. "Nothing," he lied. "You just seem to get more beautiful each time I see you."

"You saw me four days ago."

"And you got more beautiful since," he whispered, leaning in close as he reached behind you to hang your coat on a hook amongst his own on the wall nearest where you stood.

"It smells incredible in here," you complimented, referring mostly to his cologne that made you feel a different sort of hunger, needing to speak in order to distract from the tension that hung between you, the yearning to kiss each other heavy in the air.

"Thanks," he smiled, strutting over to the small kitchen, stirring the beginning of what was the sauce in the pan.

Pete absentmindedly whisked as he looked at you looking around his flat, no longer feeling nervous or ashamed about having you here thanks to your genuine curiosity in his space and things, your presence in his home and amongst his belongings seeming so perfectly natural and effortlessly comfortable.

You loved it from the moment you stepped a foot inside; his flat homey and welcoming, filled floor to ceiling with all the things that held importance to him and helped make up who he was.

West Ham paraphernalia was scattered everywhere, alternating between band posters and shelves and cabinets containing CD's, books and records, the little spaces left fitting in the necessary everyday items, making it clear what held the most importance to him.

Your fingers slid across each record as you scanned over his collection, reading the familiar names of all the same bands you loved and had listened to your whole life, the edges of each sleeve worn from use and time.

"A lot of those were Dad's," he explained, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

You turned your head to look at him, a sort of solemn expression present on his face.

"Steve was pissed that he'd left them all to me, but they wouldn't have gone with that wanker's stuffy, modern decor," he laughed. "It's been close to twenty years, and I still feel close to him whenever I play them."

"That's really nice, Pete," you said, smiling at him before stepping over to one of his book shelves, stooping and tilting your head to see the titles. You pulled one off the shelf and flipped through it, the musty scent a welcomed one, and your heart swelled when you came upon his notes scribbled across some of the pages. Tucking it back in its place, you breathed in and continued to look around, admiring the varied compilation of things accumulated over the years that told the story of him and put on display a physicality of his personality, his character portrayed in all the words in those books and lyrics in the music he listened to.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, watching you from across the counter that he leaned against.

"Hmm? Yeah," you replied, your answer somewhat distracted as you were lost thinking about how perfect he was and how you longed to know everything about him. "Is there anything I can help with?"

Pete frowned and shook his head, unfolding his arms from his chest as he stirred the noodles floating in the bubbling water. "Nah, you're alright. You just stay there and continue to give me something nice to look at."

The wink he shot you went straight to your core, finding yourself unable to do as you were told as you slowly made your way around the counter and into the kitchen with him, standing as close to him as you could get. You picked up the bunch of fresh basil sitting beside the bowl of freshly grated parmesan and began to carefully tear each of the leaves into small pieces, the fragrant herb mixing in with the intoxicating smell of garlic and tomatoes, your arms brushing against each other as you both worked.

"I'm happy you're here," Pete whispered, glancing over at you, licking his lips while his blue eyes held an intensity you hadn't seen in them yet.

"Thank you for having me."

You hadn't noticed your hands halting in their duty, letting the leaves you held fall onto the counter as you turned your body to face Pete while he did the same.

The brightest smile spread across his cheeks, his hands reaching up to cup your face, and still smiling, he leaned into you and gently met your lips with his, a light chuckle sounding from him as he kissed you.

You couldn't stop the soft moan that passed through your mouth as he continued to tease your lips with his, carefully exploring and tasting and feeling you against him, the dizziness you felt when you closed your eyes and let yourself melt into the moment not on account of your lingering concussion.

Pete inhaled deeply, his fingers tightening their hold on your cheeks ever so slightly as he breathed you in, deepening his kiss before pulling away.

The way he looked at you as he licked his lips had you wanting to feel his tongue against yours again, but seeing his satisfied and entirely sweet smile made you hesitant to want to miss such a view in exchange for his craveable kiss.

"I couldn't wait to do that," you admitted, your tone breathy.

He smirked, his thumbs grazing your skin as his gaze dropped to your mouth, "Me neither."

Pete flicked the burners off on the stove and gave the sauce a quick stir before turning his attention back to you.

"Now forgive me, because I don't think I'll be able to stop."

It was your turn to smile and laugh as he captured your lips with his again, more boldly this time, your hands roaming his body as his wrapped around your back and pulled you closer into him.

"That was by far the best pasta I've ever had," you praised, taking a sip from your wine glass as Pete stood and collected your empty plates, his strut full of confidence as he took them into the kitchen.

"Yeah?"

"I mean it! Thank you."

"My pleasure," he winked, returning over to the table where he braced his arms on it, leaning down to kiss you slowly and sensually.

Reluctantly, he pulled away from you, standing tall while he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and nodded over to his sofa, holding his hand out for you to take as you stood from your seat.

"Oh, I love this song," you said excitedly, hearing "In My Life" by The Beatles start to play, making Pete stop in his route and turn to look at you curiously.

"Do you?"

"Mhm…" you hummed, nodding as he faced you and smoothed his hands up your arms.

"Dance with me," he requested, slipping his hand into yours as his other landed on the small of your back, allowing you to happily step closer to him and rest your head on his shoulder. He swayed on the spot with you, the focus of your dance not on moving too much but rather to feel each other and have an excuse to be close, the sound of his heartbeat sweeter than the song could ever be.

The two and a half minutes seemed to fly by faster than usual, disappointing you slightly when it ended and the next tune began, but like Pete sensed your disappointment and felt the same, he kissed your forehead before releasing his hold on you and went over to the record player, moving the needle to start the track over.

He walked back over to you and wrapped you in his arms again, holding you tighter and closer than before, his forehead resting on yours as he resumed moving in subtle motions. You tipped your head so your nose brushed along his jawline, inching your mouth closer to his where he graciously accepted your offer and parted his lips for you.

Sighing into his mouth, your hands traveled up his back and into his hair, the buzzed cut of it feeling incredibly soft and almost velvety on your palms, and with each pass of your tongues and brush of your lips, you sank further and further into your growing feelings for him.

Every part of you that his hands and mouth touched sparked with electricity, leaving a reminiscent tingle that you swore you would be able to feel for days after, and with your dancing having been abandoned now for the duration of the song plus another, you thought how stopping yourself from kissing him was going to be impossible to do.

Pete briefly paused the movement of his lips, peeling himself away from you to guide you over to the sofa, sitting on it with his legs spread wide as he looked up at you adoringly, his thumbs rubbing over the tops of your hands that he still held.

You freed your hands from his, gently carding them up the column of his neck to his jaw, watching him close his eyes as he relished in your touch, bringing your face down to press a kiss on his perfect lips again.

Letting your hands fall from his cheeks down to his shoulders, you used him for support as you straddled his lap, eliciting a low groan from him as you seated yourself on his groin, his mouth flying to meet yours enthusiastically in response.

Your breath shook out of your lungs when you felt his cock hardening against you, the noises that spilled from his mouth into yours encouraging you to grind and rock lightly as you kissed each other harder, your hands tearing along his toned upper back and up over his head, raking your fingers carelessly through his hair.

"Pete…" you murmured, losing yourself in the euphoria of this, his lips marking a trail along your jawline and onto your neck, his teeth nipping and grazing your skin that caused goosebumps to erupt on you from head to toe.

He loved the sound of his name coming off your lips half as much as he loved your smell and taste, and a desperate feeling to discover all of you overcame him, his breathing ragged as everything began to intensify.

Time passed by without notice, the record that had been playing stopped long ago, the only sounds filling the quiet of his flat those of your wet lips eagerly meeting and your panting breaths. Your quiet moans and whimpers were driving him mad in the most craveable way, something he would endure endless hours of torture in order to hear, feeling constantly torn between wanting to take things slow and giving in to every desire that roared in him.

Aware of your healing injury, Pete carefully slipped his hand under your shirt and ghosted his fingers along your waist, feeling you contract slightly and press your mouth harder on his. Worried he had hurt you, he went to move his hand away, only to be stopped when you grabbed it and placed it back on your tender ribs, silently granting him permission to continue, your trust in him to treat you delicately coming off loud.

Slowly, and with a small wince, you lifted your arms above your head, allowing him to pull your shirt off, his hands smoothing over your warm, soft skin after tossing it somewhere on the floor.

His lips found your collarbone, kissing across it and onto your shoulder, then slowly back again where he caressed up your neck, his nose brushing along lightly as he drank you in.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his lips moving on your skin when he spoke.

The way Pete made you smile was unimaginable, and even in this tender and intimate moment, you couldn’t help yourself, feeling radiant in his worship of you.

He placed another kiss on your neck before glancing up at you, seeing you beaming, his seriousness replaced by joy the second he saw your face.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and squeezed him close, giggling when he rubbed his face in the crook of your neck, his own laugh resounding against you.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been happier, Pete,” you whispered, your smile fading as you took one of your hands and touched his lips with your fingers, your eyes focused on every little detail of his face. The scars on his cheek and right eyebrow where the hair refused to grow back, faded bruises and the mole on the left side of his face between his nose and mouth, the bleached stubble that had been working its way up through his skin after a couple of days of being left unattended; all things that made him the gorgeous man he was and that you would never tire of seeing.

His eyes closed as he relaxed to your touch, his head tipping back slightly, allowing you an even better view of his perfect features. Blond eyelashes danced on his cheeks while you traced your fingertip down his nose and into the crease that flanked his mouth, over his bottom lip to the other side where you matched the same pattern, his deep sigh blowing out on your hand.

There were moments Pete could've sworn he actually had died, that there was no possible way things could be this perfect and the only answer for it was that he was either dreaming or in heaven, proving to him there was no such notion as hell existing.

This was one of those moments.

Your hands smoothed up his chest, parting his shirt where the buttons that held it together had been undone, his heart racing the longer you made contact with his bare skin.

As much as he wanted to have all of you tonight, he was desperate to savour every moment and experience you little by little, falling more in love with you with each kiss and caress, content in waiting to get to the sex if it meant prolonging all of this.

His mouth kissed along your shoulder, pushing the strap of your bra down as he went, his hands occupied by slowly rubbing your back and bum.

It was difficult to control his breathing, his lungs filling and emptying quicker than normal, feeling completely intoxicated and worked up the more he attempted to keep calm.

He wanted to taste and smell each part of you, committing it to memory so even when he wasn’t with you he could recall it, the sweet flavour of your skin making his mouth water as it transferred past his lips and onto his tongue.

“Fuck…” he muttered, his growl restricted in his throat, his spit smearing across your shoulder as he moved his mouth over to your neck.

The soft whine of his name echoed in his ears as it spilled from your beautiful pout, drawing him into reality where he peeled himself away from you enough to look at you as he leaned his back against the sofa.

He licked his lips, watching as you carefully finished removing the straps of your bra down your arms before reaching behind you to unhook the clasps, his heart hammering in his chest while more blood rushed to his throbbing cock.

It was hard to remember having anticipated anything more, time standing still as an anxious energy filled him, waiting with shattering patience as you slowly peeled your lace bra away from your chest and exposed yourself to him.

Swallowing thickly, he admired you for a moment, bringing his hands up to hold your face and pull you into him, meeting you in the middle where he claimed your mouth with a loving demand.

Shivers erupted down his spine when you tore his shirt off his shoulders, and he hurriedly assisted in tugging his arms out of the sleeves in order to get back to grasping onto you, the heat of your skin radiating onto his palms.

You broke the seal of your lips so you could see him, Pete smiling faintly as he allowed you to, your fingers brushing over his chest where his West Ham tattoo was etched proudly.

Your hands slipped up his neck and onto his face, bringing yourself closer to him again with an arch of your back, your lips crashing into his in a heated kiss, your torsos flush to one another.

The sensation of your bare skin against his was euphoric and more proof that this was too good to be true, your hard nipple and soft breast gliding along the claret red, pale blue and gold crest inked into his pec seeming incredibly erotic and visceral, your body melting into his.

Minutes that turned into hours ticked by like this; you sitting firmly on his lap, languidly grinding yourself against him while you kissed until your lips were made raw, causing Pete to become an addict, the thought of letting any amount of time between his next fix of you unbearable.

He was in love and he knew it, his heart beating with yours in a steady thrum that he had never experienced before, the wonder of you so new yet so familiar he could hardly wrap his head around it.

The contentment he felt in simply kissing you and discovering all the intricate details of your body was awe-inspiring, his patience to wait and indulge in exploring everything about you a contrast to what usually happened; rushing to scratch an itch with someone he wasn’t even fussed over, each meaningless shag a quick fix out of convenience more than anything else.

His lips and fingers took turns skimming over your form, floating over your collarbone and chest, brushing gently enough it filled you with an ache for more, your pleas coming out in needy moans and shuddering breaths.

Aware it was late but unsure of exactly what time of the night it was, Pete hoped you were also happy to ignore the clock and everything else that would serve as a distraction from each other, wanting you to stay in his arms for as long as he could possibly have you.

He smiled when you seemed to be reading his mind, your lips moving against his cheek when you spoke quietly.

“I don’t want to go home,” you admitted, the way you whispered it revealing your hesitation in doing so.

“You don’t have to,” he offered, looking up at you with all the adoration he held for you in his heart, feeling a sense of nervousness drum in his chest at the prospect of you staying the night.

“You sure?”

“Stay with me.”

Pete let out the breath he had been holding when you smiled and tugged your bottom lip in your teeth, nodding excitedly while shifting on his lap, your arms linking around his neck. He flashed a crooked smile, feeling his eyes brighten amidst everything else in his body, chuckling slightly as he leaned into you for another kiss while your fingers raked another path through his short hair just as they had countless times already.

You eventually made it into his bedroom, opting for the comfort of his bed rather than his sofa, your arms and legs tangled in a mess as you continued to kiss and cuddle until your lips stopped their movements and sleep took over.

Even though it had only been for a couple of hours at most, you woke up feeling rested and elated, being in Pete’s arms while wearing one of his jumpers and only your panties the perfect way to slowly wake, knowing you wanted to start each day just like this from now on.

You risked disturbing him by touching his lips, carefully tracing the borders of them as he slept, feeling desperate to feel them against you again despite having had them grace nearly every part of you all night.

You yelped when Pete suddenly chomped at your finger, his laugh sounding out through the otherwise quiet of the room as he rolled overtop of you, caging you in under his body. His face dug into your neck, kissing and aggressively rubbing his stubbled cheeks and chin against your sensitive skin, tickling you enough he had you squirming beneath him and laughing hysterically.

He stopped his attack, his laugh dying out into a smile as he peered down at you, his hand reaching up to your face where he trailed his fingers across your cheek lovingly.

“Morning, sunshine,” he purred.

“Good morning, Pete,” you greeted quietly, admiring the way his blue eyes lit up even more at the sound of his name.

“I quite like having you in my bed,” he said pointedly, his fingers plucking at the material that covered your otherwise bare skin. “Wearing my jumper…”

“I hope you know how happy I am to be here.”

He smiled bigger and leaned down to kiss you once, then twice, before pulling away with a small growl out of restraint.

“I do know it.”

“Good.”

Pete met your lips again, forcing the grin on your face to fade out as you became consumed by the feel of his tongue moving against yours, his lips pressing into yours eagerly.

Before getting carried away, he stopped, biting his lip to help prevent himself from crashing into you again, pulling himself off of you with a groan.

“I’ll make us a brew, yeah?”

“That sounds perfect.”

You happily watched as Pete strode through the room with as much confidence as ever, admiring the way his track pants hung low on his hips, a glance back over his shoulder accompanied by a cocky smirk making you melt into his sheets even more.

Returning a few minutes later with two West Ham mugs in hand, Pete kneeled on the bed and waited for you to prop yourself up against the headboard, adjusting the pillows so there was somewhere comfortable for you both to lean against. You took one from him and cupped it appreciatively, the warmth of it spreading through your palms like a welcomed hug as he somewhat carefully plopped himself down on the mattress beside you, his tea threatening to spill out over the top.

It was hard not to stare at him, and you found yourself grateful for him sitting directly beside you rather than in front of you, the constant need to cast your eyes on every inch of his bare, sculpted torso and the tattoos that decorated his ivory skin too much to deny.

Pete looked at you, his grin making you beam, and using your mug to hide your smile, you took a long sip, savouring the heat of the perfectly made cuppa as it slipped down your throat.

His hand landed on your thigh and gave it a squeeze as he took a drink of his own, facing forward to stare at his wall that was adorned end to end in a Hammer flag as he relished in this new reality, finding it hard to believe this was how things were turning out.

Last night was perfect. Being with you, holding you, kissing you, feeling your skin against his, talking about anything and everything whenever your lips didn’t find themselves locked together; all things that had him looking forward to more and everything in between.

“This is the best brew I've ever had,” you praised, your sweet voice bringing him out of his thoughts.

His brow hooked high on his forehead as he looked at you out of the corner of his eye, lifting his cup to his mouth again.

“How do you figure that?” he asked after swallowing the hot tea.

“Well…” you began, your hand covering his, lacing your fingers together. “I'm drinking it with you, in your bed, half naked and wearing your shirt…” you sang, your smile accessorizing your words.

Pete chuckled, nodding his head at the same time he looked down at your interlaced fingers, giving your hand a squeeze three times. “It is the best brew, innit?”

Whether it was still morning or sometime in the afternoon when you finally managed to peel away from each other, you weren't sure, your false goodbyes drawn out and spilling into the hallway over the span of many minutes, your ignorance of the clock and everything else carrying on steadily through your stay.

Pete would press himself into you again every time you managed to convince yourself to back away, his cheeky laugh and undeniable look that hinted at all he was wanting to do to make you stay persuading you into another kiss that turned into two more, your back planted firmly against the wall leading to his flat.

The click of a neighbouring door opening distracted you only slightly, the draw of Pete’s lips luring you not to care who saw you, the feel of his naked chest and back under your palms as you roamed freely over his form capturing all of your attention.

It wasn’t until the sound of someone obviously clearing their throat at your public display broke the silence that you stopped, Pete moving his face back from yours enough to see who was disturbing him while still cupping your cheeks in his hands.

“Morning, Mrs. Platt,” he sang, his charm shining brightly and charismatically just as it did any time you witnessed him talk to anybody.

She raised her brow while giving you a thorough up and down, using her cane to press the button to call up the lift.

“It’s after noon, young lad,” she croaked, not taking her eyes off you for a second, her judgment making you feel like a teenager in trouble rather than an adult who worked a serious job and paid bills.

“Nice day, innit?” he carried on, his efforts clearly one of many attempts he had tried to win over his disapproving neighbour.

The lift door dinged as it opened, and you watched as she hobbled inside, feeling too afraid to move in fear she would make more unsolicited comments, staying frozen in place like a skittish animal.

“You’d know, wouldn’t ya? Face buried in hers.”

The door slid closed, marking her descent to the ground floor, both of you relaxing the moment it did and bursting into laughter at the interaction.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble…” he drawled, dipping his face back to yours before hungrily capturing your lips again, his body leaning into yours forcefully until you were happily wedged between him and the wall once more, feeling the growing hardness between his legs pressing into your thigh.

“I think you're already in a world of trouble, Pete.”

A dark chuckle rumbled through his chest as he humbly agreed, his grin full of mischief and promise of committing to whatever acts of passion would label him as equally guilty in the sinful pleasures you had yet to discover, his mouth hovering beside your ear as he whispered darkly, “You have no idea, darling.”

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Part 4

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Smegtober Prompt 12: Promise

I'm working on catching up, but I'm going out of order. These will all show up on AO3 eventually, but I don't want to upload out of order, so when I've caught up and fill in the gaps, they'll be there. It's still the 13th in my time zone, so I am, like, 1 and a half prompts behind, lol. This one took the prompt real loosely.

For the first week, he tried desperately to recreate the situation that landed him on Mimas in the first place; pub-hopping, getting blind drunk, and hoping for the best, thinking that maybe whatever landed “Emily Berkenstein” on Mimas would land David Lister safely back at his home in Liverpool.  But after a week of waking up on the bathroom floor of a pub, under a bush by a bus stop, in hospital (twice), and in the drunk tank (no fewer than three times), Lister started thinking that maybe he needed to be a little more intentional with his plan.

So instead of leaving it to chance, he started simply sneaking aboard ships. Passengers vessels, though the most desirable, were far from the best option to sneak aboard; there was far too much gatekeeping, too many checkpoints, “where’s your ticket?,” “can I see your ID?,” and so on.  So Lister considered the next best thing – postal ships. The postal ships that docked at Mimas had the benefit of being direct flights and regularly scheduled; a fleet of hundreds in a constant rotation, from Earth to the Saturnian moon.  

And while the ships themselves were closely guarded, there were numerous post boxes throughout the city that no one gave a second thought to. So on the first night of his second week stranded on Mimas, instead of getting blackout drunk and hoping for the best, Lister got simply moderately pissed, picked a lock, and wedged himself into a post box.

It was only a few hours later, when the service courier came to retrieve the mail, that he opened the access door to the impressively contorted torso of Dave Lister.  

He recoiled quickly, then took a moment to process what he was seeing.  He gingerly pulled open the mail tray and peered inside.  A pair of brown, bloodshot eyes looked out at him, sheepishly. “Hello,” the courier said, awkwardly, not really sure what sort of greeting was appropriate for the situation. “Hey.” “Um… are you okay?” The courier shuffled on his feet.  He looked up, glancing left and right at the still bustling streets.  He was trying to gauge if anyone else was seeing this, though admittedly, given where they were, what was transpiring in front of him didn’t even breach the top five most scandalous things currently occurring in the immediate vicinity.  Lister's brow furrowed as he tried to shift his weight. “Uh, dunno?” he said, grunting against the tight confines of the post box.  “Can’t feel much of anything below my belly button.  Right foot’s gone all staticky and honestly, I’m not sure what’s going on with my left.  I’m assuming it’s still there, since I ain’t gone nowhere.  Could you check?  I’d feel better if someone had eyes on it.” The courier blinks slowly, and kneels down. “It’s… yeah, it’s still there.” “Good,” Lister sighs relieved.  The courier crooks his elbow and rests against the top of the box, watching Lister. “Mate,” he says conspiratorially, “I think you may be drunk.” “Oh, I’m absolutely drunk,” Lister confirms.  He looks around the tight box and then down at his twisted body. “I am a little worried I may be stupid,” he admits.  “Uh… can you help me out of here?” — “I should call the cops, you know,” the courier says, sitting cross-legged on the ground, back up against the post box, as Lister sits beside him, massaging the feeling back into his legs.

“Technically, what you did is a crime,” he continues.  “Tampering with the mail and all that.” “I didn’t tamper with the mail,” Lister says, wincing at the pins-and-needles pricking painfully up and down his legs.  “I tampered with the box, yeah, I’ll give you that, but I didn’t touch the mail.” The courier takes a quick look back in the still open post box and eyes several crushed and crumpled parcels.  He sighs. “Look, what were you doing in there, eh?” He asks,  He looked Lister up and down. “Young bloke like you.  You get yourself in some trouble?” Lister snorts, pausing for a moment in his massaging.  He stares out at the street, at the strings of lights canopying the darkened alleyways and illuminating the writhing and undulating figures taking refuge in the shadow and sighs. “Long story,” he says quietly, rubbing feeling back into his feet.  “Short answer’s yes.” He sighs and pulls his knees to his chest, stomps his feet on the pavement, willing sensation back into them. “Stranded out here,” he says.  “Home’s back on Earth. Liverpool.  Promised myself I’d find my way back, find out what happened to my mates.” “Your mates?”  “Yeah, my friends.  Drinking buddies,” he explains.  “Went out for my birthday, got bsolutely wasted. I wound up here, but I was alone.  No idea where anyone else ended up.  Could all be back home in Liverpool wondering where the smeg I am.” He shrugs.  “Could be scattered all around the bloody solar system, wondering where each other is.  Gotta find out, you know?” “That’s a lot of pressure to put on yourself,” the courier says.  Lister shrugs. “Yeah, well, also promised them, didn’t I?  We all swore to help each other out of any scrapes we got into.” “Yeah?  You think they’re tying themselves in literal knots, like you, trying to find each other?” He shrugs. “Only promise I can keep is my own,” he says.  He grabs the post box and starts to pull himself up.  His ankles almost buckle, but he catches himself nd pulls himself to his feet.  He stomps his feet against the pavement.  He smiles at the courier in triumph, before it fades to something more like a grimace.  “So, you gonna call the cops, or…?” The courier is already on his knees, loading mail into his satchel.  He shakes his head, flattening out a letter with his hand.” “Nah,” he says.  “Place is a cesspool.  It’s a good night when no one’s pissed in one of these things.”  He looks up at Lister. "Might as well just take off, “ he says.  “Stay safe.” Lister laughs.  “Not my strong suit.” “Aye, well,” he sighs.  “Stay alive, then.” “Yeah, man,” he says, walking away, hands deep in his pockets.  “Always do.”      

[what-if-i-just-did]

Guilt & Revenge: Hallucinations

Whumpcember, Day 4: Hallucinations

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Awww look it's Amber's very first time being tortured! I loved writing this but now I don't have a buffer anymore... whoops. I hope you enjoy, lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist! I also wanted to say that, although I won't be adding it to the tw's since it's not really noticable in the story, this is TECHNICALLY minor whump cuz at this point in the story Amber is still seventeen.

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TWs: captivity (on a boat), hallucinations, sensory deprivation (tied down + blindfold), muzzle, sea sickness, messed up sense of time, off-screen abduction, mention of ADHD and hunger

Amber tried to fight back while they tied him up, but Paul and Eileen were just stronger than him, especially with him being exhausted as fuck. He could barely even struggle when they muzzled, and blindfolded him. He cursed them out and yelled at them, but it made no difference at all. Then, once he was secured to the bed, if you could even call it that, he heard them leave.

His mind was racing. This was sure to be the first of many tortures he would be forced to endure. From what they’d told him, they seemed to be starting easy. Maybe he would get lucky and everything would remain this basic, and everything they’d mentioned had just been hyperbole and bluff. Sensory deprivation was easy enough… for now.

Amber couldn’t tell how long it took time to pass. Everything seemed to be taking an eternity, but any time he tried to think about how long it might have been, it only felt like a few minutes. His thoughts drifted everywhere- movies, things that had been said, his childhood, how fucked up this situation was, his friends. It was almost like normal nights when he got lost in thought, occasionally chuckling at how ADHD his mind was. The rope binding him and the uncomfortably warm leather of the muzzle strapped to his face reminded him that it was not at all the same. He didn’t even know if it was night at all.

He thought of Noah-Elise. He thought of the painting she gave him that he’d been meaning to hang up. He thought of Trevor’s recent idea of adding alcoholic milkshakes and slushies to the menu at Tipped, and how Dave had actually taken it seriously. He thought about how neither of his parents would have ever done that, taken him seriously like that, if they’d even theoretically had a business like that. He thought about the first months after he moved out, how grateful he was, how he could finally start living his own life, how Dave and Zander had supported him in ways his biological parents never had. He thought about his family, his real family, his FOUND family. He thought of Jake. If Jake was here, he would have been able to overpower them. They would be out by now… and Jake would be pissed.

The bobbing of the boat was making him nauseous, especially without his sight. He had no idea where he was- he just knew it was on a boat, which seemed to be home-renovated specifically for him to have a cell. He knew.. actually, yeah, he should put together everything he knew. He knew the boat was bigger than the cell. He could only see the other half of the room he was in, but he knew there was more. He had no idea what body of water the boat was in. He didn’t even know if he was still in the same state- Hell, he could be in Canada for all he knew. 

Suddenly, a sound brought him out of his thoughts. Footsteps, right next to him- but he hadn’t heard anyone enter the boat, hadn’t heard the boat they'd left in returning. Had they actually left? How long had it been? “Who’s there?” He tried to sound demanding, but ended up sounding like a scared little kitten trying to roar. 

Nobody answered. Nobody came close to him. It was silent.

He was sure there’d been a sound. Right? He was sure?

He was sure.

….

He wasn't sure.

What if there hadn’t been a sound? Was he going insane? How long in complete solitude, unable to see or move, would it take for someone to become insane? How long had it been? Thirty minutes, six days? More, less? How could he know? He didn’t fucking know! He was hungry. So, maybe just a few hours. When was the last time he ate? He was hungry when he was abducted, too. Did they give him food? He had no clue. Couldn’t remember.

He heard something, in the corner, like water dripping. He turned his head towards the sound, but it made no difference- the simple fabric of the blindfold robbed him of his sight. 

Was he imagining it? Or might the boat have a leak? Would they leave him here long enough to drown? He tried to struggle against his restraints again, but found his limbs feeling weak and hollow. It was a feeling he knew intimately during his childhood, the feeling you get when you haven’t eaten in a day or so too long. He thought there might be black spots in his vision, which would help him further narrow down how long he’d gone without food, but being blindfolded and all, he couldn’t quite tell. 

Tears formed puddles by his eyes, and he shook his head wildly to try to get them away, since his hands were tied. The movement made his head feel incredibly light.

Amber inhaled sharply as he awoke. What? No. He hadn’t been asleep. 

Shit… 

Shaking his head had made him pass out. Fuck. For how long? 

Seconds? Minutes? Hours?

More?

Time trickled past him, like the water softly finding it’s way from the pile of snow it melted from. Time was thundering past, trying to drown him, like he was stuck in a large waterfall, making it hard to breathe. Time was wind, playing with leaves on the other side of the room. 

Why could he hear wind? There was no wind in the windowless cell in the belly of a boat in an unknown location.

There wasn’t any firewood to be crackling, making him flinch with how close it sounded to his face.

There wasn’t any marble for high heels to click on, and nobody was walking around him.

There wasn’t… he didn’t think there was a clock, driving him mad with the needless precise ticking, but there might have been. 

The last thing he’d been focused on yesterday was if there was a clock or not. He wished he had, even fleetingly, noticed if there was.

There weren’t any animals growling in his ear. There really, simply, just weren’t.

He heard them all anyway.

Amber felt parched. He was so, so thirsty. He was hungry, too, but fuck he needed water. He’d do anything for a glass of water. The tears stopped at some point, he couldn’t tell when. Time was a haze. His mouth felt like a goddamn desert. He wanted to cry.

How long had it been? Two days? Five? Seven? Would they leave him like this to die? How long did he have left if he was left this way? 

What if it had only been hours? Was it possible to get this thirsty, this hungry, in less than a day? Was he delusional? If they came back, would they ever tell him how long it had been? Would he ever know? 

Fuck, he hated them so much. He felt so helpless, tied down to an uncomfortable-as-shit bed. He wanted to beat them up and get the hell out of this place. He felt so seasick, he was honestly surprised he hadn’t thrown up. He wanted the police, or Jake, or Dave, or hell, he’d settle for Lore or even his father,  to bust down the doors, rip off his blindfold, untie him, and get him out. He wanted out.

He heard it, a few times. Voices in the distance that he recognised- Jake, or Noah-Elise, or his friends, or Dave, or some combination. Someone opening the cell door. Sirens. Sounds that indicated he was being saved, alongside the other sounds. The random ones. 

The fire and the clock and the growling.

His whole body felt numb. He was slipping in and out of consciousness, or maybe he was falling asleep. Where was the boundary between excessive thought and dream? It was dark before his eyes either way. He couldn’t move, and it felt like circulation to his legs had been cut off. Maybe they were turning blue and purple and black and falling off. He didn’t know.

Amber didn’t know. He was going fucking insane, and he was stuck. He couldn’t do anything.

He just wanted to go home.

[girlbowser]

that intermission was kinda sad because those kids looked at their guardians trying to be better and are like "What's your angle"

And it isn't even a change come from introspection and genuinely changing, their guardians got specifically replaced by different people.

God, the angst that's gonna cause them if they figure it out

there's a few big things about bro-coded that are worth noting.

one - obviously, this is operating under the thematic consequences of Act 1's reality. (really good post that informs a LOT of the philosophy of bro-coded, worth a read.) act 1's Earth is not a real place, it's not filled with real people. Early John, when Rose starts modifying his house, cannot give less of a shit about his sense of reality rapidly unravelling -- his sense of reality did not really exist as a coherent thing in the first place, because it's just a series of symbols, a series of ideas.

(click READ MORE, i. ended up writing a LOT)

part of that is that the guardians are ALSO just ideas, and not people. i can't find who said it, but there's a critique of act 6 that always stuck out to me. Bro Strider was never meant to be dave's biological father. he was meant to be a metaphor for the weird/aloof cool/shitty older brother that you don't see. he doesn't have a room, or a legal job, because it doesn't need to make sense -- he's dave's perception of a person.

like, the point that post was trying to make is that there were several evolutions of who/what bro was. there's the initial state, where he isn't a person -- he's an absent, aloof older brother, with hobbies you don't understand, who you worship nonetheless. then later in act 4 he becomes a cartoon ninjadad, throwing a baby across a roof in a way that i think was still not meant to be interpreted literally, but... it was a huge change. suddenly bro actually HAS an impact on dave's life. suddenly it matters what dave's home life is like.

then by act 6, all of these conflicting shades of bro coalesced under the rules of act 6's reality. and act 6's reality is very literal, y'know? you're meant to find tragedy in the alpha guardians. you're meant to mourn humanity on the alpha earth -- we spend SO much more time expounding upon humanity's fate on alpha earth than on beta earth. the boots-on-the-ground reality MATTERS, all of the sudden, and so Bro Strider coalesces into a really, really, really, REALLY shitty person.

and i think that that's compelling, if done right! it can be good. but you have to unpack those contradictions and layers.

bro strider was not, initially, a person.

and that's what bro-coded explores.

i think i forgot to use more numbers but whatever. yeah.

point two is basically just that the beta guardians aren't people. not in the way the alpha kids are, not in the way the alpha guardians are (since they're based on characters we spent 4k pages getting to know). and definitely not people on the level of Emma or Viri, who are real people from the real world. homestuck is a game of contrasts, and bro-coded is HUGELY interested in exploring those contrasts.

throwing all of those contradictory iterations of Bro (the ideatic Bro Strider, a post-game Dirk Strider, a real human being who's a dirk kinnie) into one body?

now you've got some interesting tension.

the other big part of this tension is that like. viri and emma are very much different kinds of homestuck fan, in the way that caliborn and calliope are, right? emma IS very much into that ideatic, early MSPA iteration of Homestuck's world. she likes bro strider because she likes that version of Homestuck, she liked it when he was in play because he was cool as shit and a fantastic symbol. she never really gave much thought to his abusive tendencies because she didn't consider the world under the lens of, like, realistic consequences that Act 6 applies. (this is NOT to say anything CLOSE to "all early homestuck fans are abusers" -- it's that Emma Specifically is letting a toxic closemindedness cloud her vision.)

and like, both girls have both perspectives inside of them! sure, viri's the kind of person who'd use blorbos in her narration unironically. she's huge on the alpha kids, and on thinking about shipping, and all the tumblr calliope stuff you'd associate with her. she thinks her understanding of rose would help her win her over. but it doesn't. because her worldview is also incomplete without Mom Lalonde, who IS that same exact extremely symbolic persona that Emma likes. and on the flipside, Emma's conscience is being driven by post-act-6 Dirk Strider, an Alpha Kid, a character TONS of people hate. viri loves Dirk, but Emma's indifferent... at least until it matters.

both girls have an act 1 guardian, barely a person, more of a symbol, in their heads. both girls have an act 6 strilonde, a fully realized character, an angst machine dialed up to 12, chattering away in their heads.

for all that emma's chapters are sharp and quick and cutting and focused, and viri's chapters are slower and meandering and talky and more sentimental...

emma and viri are two sides of the same person. it's a self insert.

emma and viri are both me.

in conclusion i kinda didn't answer your question and just talked about emma and viri forever asjlfdgsdghsdsg BUT it was fun to talk about some of my ideology stuff for bro-coded!!!!

[2b--frank]

This is a post about an AU that I, after long thinking, decided to just call "Rabbit Manager AU." The name is as silly as the concept itself :)

This AU shouldn't have been written about at all, but since my friends from abroad liked it, I decided to explain it a bit :)

The AU starts to diverge from the canonical events since the moment William experienced death for the first time. Even though his body died (although the death of it was slow and extremely unpleasant), his soul still lived and re-attached itself to the corpse.

And oh boy, was he suffering. Of course, he was still haunted by the spirits that refused to move on. But eventually, during his "confinement" in the safe room while feeling like his soul was constantly being turned inside out and back again, he came to repentance.

(Yeah, in this AU William, on the contrary to the canon, actually took time that he had to process the weight of his past actions and come to a conclusion that he had done a huge oopsie. AND he did so in half shorter time - he was stuck there for only 15 years.)

The souls moved on; well, except for Cassidy. They weren't as vengeful as before, but still wanted to see Afton suffer. So, the whole "personal hell" concept isn't here, it's just the last remaining spirit cursing William to eternal life in this state and following him silently.

After the fire in Fazbear Frights that his son Michael (who is still a walking corpse in this AU) had caused, William was able to get rid of the now damaged outer shell of the costume. Then, what was left of him was an endoskeleton with mummified remains of his once human body attached to it.

However, Michael wasn't lucky to get out of there alive. Since he had been animated only by the will to right his father's wrongs, for which the latter had repented, Michael had nothing to hold his spirit back from moving on to the afterlife.

William knew that there was nothing left of his previous life. Well, almost nothing - the only person from the past left alive(in normal sense) was Henry, who was still suffering from the consequences of William's past actions. That was the reason for Afton to come to him - he wanted to help Henry in order to atone for his atrocious deeds and end the whole story. However, he knew that his old friend would've never forgiven him, even if he crawled back to him on the knees. So, William changed his identity, adopting the name "Dave Miller." And, of course, he had to hide his body - long thick clothes, gloves, a wig and an odd bunny mask - all of that stuff. The latter was chosen to be specifically a bunny for no coincidence, as it both reminded him of his past and his duty and was fitting for the future workplace.

As for the main events of the AU, Henry is oblivious to the identity of his new employee on the position of a junior manager. However, once he finds out, things can get ugly for both of them.

Whew... that was a lot for an AU made for shits and giggles, right?

Now! I tried to think of what might still be unclear after all that's stated above. If you still got any questions, ask away! I'll edit the post and add the answers to this section!

Q: Does William feel pain?

A: Not physical. However, know that feeling when it's like your soul is being torn apart? Well, that's what he constantly feels due to overwhelming guilt and unseen presence of Cassidy. So, it's more like spiritual (?) or emotional (???) pain.

Q: Is he capable of communicating?

A: Ah, yes. He learned sign language since it was both hard for him to communicate with his voice (which sounds like wheezes of an old dying animal) and he's too afraid that his speech patterns and accent might give him away. However, I really don't think Henry understands sign language, so instead William/Dave communicates with him through short messages he writes in his notepad. Yes, he carries it with him at all times.

Q: How does William feel about his state?

A: Oh! He wants to f@¢#ing die. Cassidy won't let him, though. Again, the whole concept of them dragging William into his personal hell is replaced by making him suffer in his current pathetic existence.

Q: This mask looks familiar...

A: Yeah! It's based on various iterations of Michael's FFPS deisgn. I just took it and ran :)

Q: Will Henry find out? What'll happen?

A: I do not want to think about that. If he does indeed find out, I doubt he'll take such a revelation lightly. But at the same time I really want it all to end well...