#and lets me real whos he going to top. charles thats it.

[penaltyboxboxbox]

i love bottom pierre......because it is begrudgingly so............he swears he switches.....which he CAN....but DOES HE............lets consider

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Sweet Nothings (3)

Carlos Sainz x Pageant Queen!Reader

Summary: All that they ever wanted was sweet nothings but everything changed like midnight rain.

Sweet Nothings 1 2 3 4

A/N: this the second to the last chapter. The last chapter would be in story format and a lil bit of smau. Let me know what you folks think about this one.

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ChiliUpdates Media day duties for Carlos in Vegas today!

User5 Goodluck on Vegas,get that WDC carlos

User6 VAMOS CARLOSSSSS

User7 look at him being so smiley

User16 im so happy to see Carlos smiling so much, he deserves happiness.

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//We are ready to extend our lead for the championship. I have a very good feeling that with my skills, car, and some luck then we might be able to surpass Max before we race in Abu Dhabi. I'm really excited to drive this weekend.//

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User6 Never imagined we will be fighting for the WDC this year

User7 Im gonna go and pray for a Ferrari 1-2

User8 Carlos is really a driven man, respect!

User10 Carlos are you getting excited to drive this weekend because someone is also here in vegas 👀

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QueenYNUpdates Her gown for the prelims and the swimsuit competition

User7 DUDE THE GOWN!!!

User8 THE SLO MO TURN, MISS MAAM???

User65 ate and left no crumbs, all the other contestants can go home

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YNjpeg this is what we called the Ibong Adarna dress. It is inspired by a Filipino mythological bird that has the ability to enchant anyone who hears it sing. Furthermore, the Ibong Adarna is also a phoenix that regenerates and rises from the ashes. The dress is a symbol of resilience, rising and rebirth 🧡

Thank you for the team for making this amazing craftmanship.

User8 The lore behind her dress??? NO ONE CAN TOP HER ATTENTION TO DETAILS

User9 everyone should do it like her

User10 she is SERVINGGG,MY MISS UNIVERSE 2024

McLaren our 🧡👑

User5 admin so real for this one User6 anyone wanna bet with me that this is Lando's doing? User20 the fact that she is still the papaya queen for mclaren is like how carlos is still an unofficial family of mclaren

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CarlosY/NUpdates Carlos Sainz' face when someone showed him a photo of Y/N in her prelim gown.

User5 wtf,why did they have to show him that???

User1 right??? stop bringing her up. User3 Hi im the one that showed him that. I was watching miss universe while waiting for carlos to sign a cap. Carlos saw my screen and asked me if I could show him when Y/N is on the screen. He was in the middle of the interview when Y/N came up so I kind of screamed to show him. Im sorry if I made any trouble. User9 me reading this made me cry

User6 look at the man and tell me that he is not in love with her

User7 he never stopped loving her, thats my theory.

User8 Im gonna play Gracie Abrams all over again

User10 Carlos you might trick everyone but those eyes dont lie.

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ChiliUpdates Carlos Sainz wins the Las Vegas Grand Prix. He is now 4 points ahead of Max Verstappen and is currently P1 in the WDC.

User1 WOW CARLOS!! WE USED TO PRAY FOR TIMES LIKE THIS

User2 THE NEXT FERRARI CHAMPION IS CARLOS. IM CALLING IT.

User3 Look at the pure glee on his face when he won. He deserves this so much

User4 Thats our smooothhh operatorrrrrr

User10 MISS MAAM YNjpeg what are you doing lurking here???

User11 isnt the miss universe starting in a few minutes??? User17 Y/N never beating the they are not yet over each other allegations

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CarlosY/NUpdates someone just saw Carlos outside the place for the Miss Universe!!!! They also reported Lando, Lewis, and Charles at the venue as well

User1 he is going to see Y/N! ITS HAPPENING!!!

User2 I love a supportive ex

User3 Y/N bringing out the whole grid to support her, its just so wholesome to think about

User7 They really went from racing suits to formal wear in an hour, Y/N's power over the grid User8 they really love her User9 especially Carlos. The man didn't celebrate and went to her right away User10 why did they ever break up?? they are so good with each other

User11 ugly crying

User12 I want a supportive ex boyfriend and a supportive friend group.

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QueenY/NUpdates Take a look at the girl on fire! This is Y/N's evening gown, she is simply gorgeous in red!

User7 ugly crying, she is so beautiful

User55 WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT THE DRESS BEING IN RED???

User9 its literally screaming carlos sainz User10 Y/N and Carlos's color is definitely red

User8 SHE DESERVES THE CROWN, GIVE IT TO HER ALREADY!!

User12 and the explanation how she paid homage to her mother's hometown??? SHE IS OUR QUEEN

User13 i love how her dresses has a certain piece of history

User14 i dont usually watch pageants and I got curious because an ex wag is here but MYGOD SHE IS STUNNING!!

User22 send everyone home, Y/N is taking the crown

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YNjpeg replied: im so so grateful for your love and support LandoNorris replied: so proud of you!!! You deserve the best YNjpeg replied: stop making me cry LandoNorris replied: Carlos cried a lot when they started crowning you. LandoNorris replied: he has to share his universe to the universe lol

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CarlosSainz55 When I tell you that you are beautiful, I am not simply talking about your looks. I talk about your eyes that shows compassion, your heart that is so generous, and your voice that speaks for those who cannot speak for themselves.

I am extremely proud of you YNjpeg. Everything was worth it.

YNjpeg I'm always grateful for your support.

CarlosSainz55 always here for you.

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[bombshelllblonde]

hiiihihii!! im backkkk to tell u abt my rdr playthough bc im bored asf haha

¡love this game omg!! the graphics, the story, the details UGH!!!!

hunting is actually so fun for no reason- i bought so many fancy ass guns too 😭

also my play type whenever i play ANY story game thats open world is to do every possible thing every except the actual story so i get a bunch of stuff and then its so muvh easier

in short i have 6000+ dollars 😋

bonus of exploring everything is i got thw white arabian and i love her sm ‼️‼️ i named her pearl and she is my baby

dress up is my seconf favorite hobby

my fav outfit rn is the red vest w the floral pattern on the front (i forget what its called) n the black french dress shirt underneath + the bison necklace talisman

(also arthur w medium-long length hair n short facial hair>>>)

this game is so detail oriented, its kind of insane- im doing a high honor run atm, and i came across the blind beggar for the third (?) time and the blind guy said and i quote

"that is which killing you will finally help you, friend- to hear and see."

is this foreshadowing this feels like foreshadowing

also ik arthurs dies (bc of tiktok edits and fics, they artists in this fandom is amazing!!!) and im not prepared at all 😭 im going to procrastinate so bad 

ALSO CHARLES DESERVES SO SO MUCH I LOVE HIM

yk the hole lil speech he has at the campfire yk "most human beings seem to know why they were born but, for me- its seems i was just mean ton hurt and suffer myself" that one

im bawling istg if he doesnt get a good ending im going to be writing a formal complaint to rockstar games

anyways

tw opinions (ik bro its crazy to have opinions in 2024 whattt no wayy)

ive gotten to the point in playing where im in ch 3, and the only way i can progress the actual story is to help micah rob a stagecoach or whatever

micah is a bastard and i dont like him

him as a character is rlly well written and awesome but,,,,,hes,,,slimy,,and i hate him,,,,so he can wait for a little longer ☺️

my favorite characters rn in no particular order is

arthur (obviously) , charles , sean , javier , tilly , marybeth , and kieran

my pookies ‼️‼️

moving on im so sorry this is so so long 😭 idk anyone who likes rdr irl lmao

anyway hope u have a nice day and no wolves attack you and spoke ur horse who bucks you off a cliff

(in rdr btw)

((true story also))

yo, having 6k in chapter 3 is amazing. good for you!

my first playthrough i got the white arabian and i named her Lemoyne Tree as a tribute to the state of Lemoyne and my favorite post malone song Lemon Tree. But she always got super dirty so i then went to the lake next to Strawberry and tamed the red chestnut arabian. I LOVE LOVE LOVE that one, she's gorgeous and arthur always gets that one when i play it. my beautiful baby girl Diablo <3

also yes. heckin FUCK MICAH BELL. even from the beginning he's been a slime ball. hate that man <3

i won't go too far, but just keep yourself high honor towards the end of the game. you need that to be your first ending. :')

Charles deserves the absolute world. just listening to him speak and hanging out with him at camp, and the missions you continue on to do with him throughout the game are so much fun. charles is someone i wish i could have in my real life because he seems like he would be the best person to speak to and hang out with. he is so lovely and down to earth. even arthur says it a couple times throughout the game. charles gets a good ending i promise.

my top blorbos are Arthur, Dutch, Charles, Hosea, and Josiah Trelawny my absolute beloved <33333 just wait until you go on the mission with Charles to find trelawny. one of my favorite missions ever ever ever ever!!

a lot of people dislike dutch, but i love him so much. he is my actual father. i love him.

i also hate john. let me know how you feel about that little greasy weasel of a man. :)))

i'm so so so glad you're having fun and i am very invested, so please continue to keep me updated on what ur doing because i need to live vicariously through you. if i could erase my entire mind and replay the game over and over again for the first time, i totally would

[f1-disaster-bi]

hey,

maybe something for soulmate and scars with pando. Maybe it’s an au where they have tattoos that match.

Maybe lando was in a previous abusive relationship which left him with multiple bigger scars and cigarette burns, and he really struggles not to hide them in public and feels really insecure about them. Also because it reminds him of his ex. Perhaps that man faked his tattoo so lando thinks he’s actually his soulmate but he just wants ti use lando for his money. Lando is still young and impressionable so he doesn���t realise that the tattoo is not real. The man becomes more controlling and starts abusing him and lando feels like it’s his fault that the relationship isn’t thriving and that he should accept the treatment because it’s his soulmate. lando’s friends only start to notice when it’s basically too late. They can get him out by calling the police but it leaves lando emotionally and physically scarred so he needs a lot of therapy.

Pierre is basically his real soulmate and they realise soon after but lando is still seriously struggling and perhaps he doesn’t let himself believe that pierre‘s one is actually real. But pierre has so much patience and is so respectful of lando‘s boundaries. And helps hom feels confident again in his own body and be proud of what it is able to do even if there are scars.

I love this!!!

Lando being so young and from a known wealthy family. He's living on his own, trying to be independent despite his friends George, Alex, Max and Charles all offering for him to live with them. He wants to try live alone, and sure he knows his parents gave him this apartment, but he's paying the bills and working and doing university and he's damn proud of it. He's trying to be the best him because he wants to be good for his soulmate. He grew up with his parents who never fought, they were perfect soulmates and Lando wants that.

So when his classmate who is slightly older shows up with a soul mark that matches Lando's, Lando is so excited. Maybe he had crush on this man, and then he wears short sleeves one day and Lando sees it. They hit it off, and at first, he is so sweet. He's the perfect boyfriend, and no one blinks when he moves in with Lando after a month because "they are soulmates, this is how it is".

At the same time, Pierre joins the friend group and Lando feels an instant friendship with him, but they never see each others marks even if Pierre has a bit of a crush on Lando.

Until Lando shows up at George and Alex's apartment and he has hand prints on his throat, and a black eye and they realise how much weight he's lost and how little they've seen of him outside of uni. And they call the cops despite Lando crying and telling them not to because "it's my fault, I wasn't being a good soulmate, he is never like this, just let me stay here tonight until he cools down". Of course they see through that, they even call Max who has experience with abuse to talk to Lando and thats when Lando breaks and tells them everything. They get Lando's parent's involved, and it even goes to trial and Lando is a wreck.

It's about a month later when they all go away to the beach for a weekend to relax. Lando is still struggling, and he's refusing to take off his hoodie and jeans because he hasn't told them how badly scarred he is from the abuse. Pierre is sitting with him for a good bit, chatting and making him laugh and Lanod eventually encourages him to go have fun and when pierre takes his top off, Lando almost has a panic attack when he sees the mark. It matches his, and it just throws Lando right back to his ex and Pierre has no clue why until Charles is asking him how he has Lando's soulmark, and then explaining to him that his ex had Lando's mark tattooed once he over heard Lando's family were wealthy and had seen it in class by accident once.

Pierre feels awful, especially when Lando needs to have an emergecny therapy call, but he knows he will wait forever for Lando to heal before he ever entertains them acting on their soul bond.

And he tells Lando that, which takes some pressure off Lando yet they can't help but grow closer.

Maybe during a bad day when Lando is telling Pierre to leave, that he'll never love him and Pierre will never love him because "I'm ruined", and shows Pierre the scars because he's trying to scar ehim away.

But Pierre doesn't scare.

He just hugs Lando and tells him that those scars show how he survived. They show how Lando fought and survived and Pierre is proud of him everyday for deciding to go to George and Alex instead of hiding. That those marks are warrior marks and Lando has nothing to be ashamed of

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#5

Hello !!!

I have another request for you :)

Can you write something where the reader and Max F are childhood best friends, they are like very close always cuddly around each other’s and they are not hiding it from everyone their friends, the fans… everyone are happy and they want them together

Thanksss :)

Hi Anon! This is such a cute prompt but don't worry... I got your other two asks as well and they're in the fic! I answered them here: 2nd ask and 3rd ask

❤️😬 hope you enjoy

My Best Friend - Max Fewtrell

gender neutral first person pov // 2123 words (thats a nice number) // tw swearing, tw death (reader's parents specifically), tw feelings of abandoment. just a little bit though (if i missed any other warnings please let me know and i'll put them in)

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This was weird. Well, it was weird for a 7-year-old who knew nothing about cars, standing next to a go-kart track. The hustle and bustle of so many people, adults and kids, was overwhelming so I stuck to my dad’s side like a parasite.

My older brother had been interested in maybe racing so the whole family had packed up for the day and gone down to the local track to see what the fuss was all about and talk to the people who actually knew what was going on. In my mind, it was the most boring thing ever.

That was until a very kind lady offered for us to sit with them when it started raining and I had met my future best friend, Max Fewtrell.

It was basically like having two families growing up. If I wasn’t with my mom and dad at an event, you were sure to find me with the Fewtrell’s, usually with Max but if he was busy, I could be found with Aunty Louise.

She had been the one to tell me that my mother had passed away while I was staying at their house and she’d let me cry on her shoulder for hours. I was maybe 9 at the time, but she never told me to ‘be a big kid’ about the situation. And of course, Max was there for me too, fetching his hidden stash of sweets to share with me on the car ride to my house.

As an adult, when the doctors had told my brother and I that Dad had succumb to his injuries, Aunty Louise had been the first person I had called.

“Anything you need, darling,” she said again. “You let me know. You and Danny can stay with us for a few days if being at home is too much.”

I had thanked her over and over.

But when it came down to it, I found myself outside Max’s place. Without saying a word, Max had let me inside and I fell asleep that night with his arms around me as the grief took hold once again.

~

“Why don’t we go away for a bit?”

I looked up from my laptop at my best friend. Ok, friend maybe wasn’t the right word to use. Our relationship had grown to more than friend but it wasn’t a real relationship. We were each other’s safety nets; the place you always go back to. I had tried dating someone else once, awhile ago now, but it had never felt right; I never even kissed that person.

Not that I’d kissed Max. But he was someone I’d cuddled on the couch with countless times. Fallen asleep with in the same bed. I had held his hand the first time I’d tagged along to a Grand Prix and didn’t let go till we were back at the hotel. Oh, and there was that one time when I had accidentally seen him butt naked.

Plus, after some slightly ambiguous photos on Instagram, all his fans had decided that we were dating. Wish he would’ve told me that first.

“Go where?” I countered his question with a question.

“I don’t know, literally anywhere but here,” Max said sitting down next to me at his dining room table that we’d never eaten dinner at.  “Just for a week. We go away, we have some fun and come back home.”

“Aren’t you busy like all of the time?”

“I can make one week free to go away with my best friend.”

Max was smiling but he was serious. He had almost a puppy dog look in his eyes, pleading me to agree to his plan. That had never ended well in the past.

“Fine,” I sighed. “If you organise it all, I’ll go with.”

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68 notes - Posted July 13, 2022

#4

He is my guilty pleasure tbh

77 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

#3

Bestie a thought has popped into my mind 🫢 max fewtrell as a dad to a baby girl. Do what you will with that please 😏

tinfoilhat, my love, my darling. Yes please and thank you. Hope you enjoy 😋❤️

Wrapped Around Her Finger - Max Fewtrell

female first person pov (not really but the reader is the one who carried) // 736 words // very fluff! Little bit of flirting from Max at the end.

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Old wives’ tales say that little girls are sent to be their father’s penance but also their greatest treasure. And our little girl was no exception.

Even before Emily was born, Max was in love. Despite the fact that he’d been convinced that Emily was a boy. Always cooing over my belly. Telling me all the things that they were going to do together. All the places they would go.

When the nurse had walked in with that pink blanket and max had held Emily in his arms for the first time, it was all over for him. She had him wrapped around her tiny finger.

~

“Emily, love. It’s time for your bath.”

I open the door to the ‘games room.’ Max sits in his racing sim with our daughter on his lap, her small hands on the steering wheel. Her eyes stayed glued to the screen, so she doesn’t notice how one of Max’s hands holds the bottom of the steering wheel, gently guiding her back onto the track.

“Come now, race car drivers. Bath time,” I encourage them, with little result.

“We have one more lap,” Max says. “Come watch.”

With a sigh and a smile, I stand behind the pair. All Emily really knows about racing is go fast and finish first, which she does every time thanks to her dad.

“She’s pretty good, babe,” Max says, as they dodge the barriers. “We should get her in a go-kart.”

“Maybe if she asks nicely, she can have a go in Uncle Lando’s F1 car.”

At the of sound Uncle Lando’s name, Emily giggles. As much as Max spoils her, Lando spoils her just as much. Emily need only smile and he’s buying all the toys out of the gift shop.

“It’s not a bad idea actually,” Max teases.

“Absolutely not,” I reply firmly.

Emily squeals in delight as the chequered flag falls.

“Ok, now it really is bath time,” I say, scooping up the now pouting girl.

“I’ll be right there. Just need to switch off here.” Max’s voice follows us out.

I simply hum my acknowledgement as we walk away.

Emily is only just in the water when Max comes in.

“Daddy!” She calls and reaches out to him. She looks so much like him, especially her kind but naughty smile. A smile that has gotten Max out of many arguments with me.

“Hello, my love.” Max crouches down. “What are all these toys doing in the water?”

I just sit back and watch.

“They’re having a bath like me, Daddy!” Emily giggles.

“But you’re not bathing, you’re just sitting there!”

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81 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

#2

Not sure if you will write this one but… Max giving massage to his gf, because she has a sore neck and shoulders. I mean he was/is formula driver he has to know all the magic touches

This spoke to me on a spiritaul level becuase I am in desperate need of a massage. Thank you so much for this prompt Anon! ❤️

The Magic Touch - Max Fewtrell

Gender neutral first person POV // 742 words // Fluff with a tiny hint of something smexual but not really // Warning for one F-bomb

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I sighed to myself and run my fingers long the back of my neck. My muscles were so tight. I knew that there was a good reason for the stress levels I’d been having – between work, family drama and worry over my boyfriend’s travels – I had enough things to keep me stressing for a whole year.

But Max was coming home tonight. That would hopefully be one less thing to be anxious about and maybe the knots in my neck and shoulders would ease up a little.

One can only hope.

~

I sat on the bed, watching as Max unpacked his bags. Unpacked is a gracious way of putting it though. He was flinging clothes into what he thought were organised piles of ‘clean’ and ‘dirty’.

“But the last event was really good. We meet a lot of people and we got to see some old friends so that was really nice.” He continued on telling me about all the places he’d been to and what nonsense they’d gotten up to. All the things that the cameras didn’t show the public.

“Is this the one where you sent me the selfie of you and Niran?”

He seemed to ponder on it as he tossed his bag aside before climbing onto the bed next to me.

“I think so… I’ll have to see the picture and tell you.”

I smiled as I breathed in the smell of his cologne, so familiar and home-like, but winced as I turned my head too quickly and felt my muscles strain.

“Babe, what was that?”

‘Try play it off cool.’

“Oh nothing, my neck is just a bit stiff that’s all. Nothing to worry about,” I said with a smile, hoping that he wouldn’t catch on.

Max’s eyes flickered all over, trying to gage what was really happening.

“Can I give you a massage?”

The request took me a little by surprise.

“Aren’t you tired though? Don’t you want to sleep?”

In answer, he simply tucked his fingers under the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Then shifting so that he sat behind me, Max placed a delicate kiss on my skin.

“I can sleep later; this is more important to me.”

His hands were strong yet his skin was still soft. Max pressed his thumbs down near the base of my neck, gently making little circles as he did.

I couldn’t help but let my head tilt forward and my urge to argue with him faded quickly.

Slowly but surely, Max pressed a bit harder, pushing down on the knots, willing them to leave by shear will power. His fingers danced along my shoulders – the light touches almost made me giggle – before massaging harder again.

Although I was biting my tongue as best I could, a small moan escaped my lips. Whether it was out of pain or pleasure, I wasn’t sure. I could hear Max’s soft laugh behind me.

“Shut up…” I managed to say, but the conviction was greatly lacking. It just made him laugh more.

I felt him rub his thumbs up my neck, along the sides of my spine. The sensation causing me to shiver.

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84 notes - Posted February 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Friends Don't - Pierre Gasly

Based off the song Friends Don't by Maddie and Tae

gender neutral first person pov // 965 words // not quite friends, not quite lovers // this was very self indulgent i'll tell you that much

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Friends don’t call you in the middle of the might, couldn’t even tell you why, they just felt like saying hi –

The phone screen lit up with Pierre’s name and I didn’t hesitate to answer. He would probably be on his way to the airport by now, if he wasn’t staying the night at his hotel.

“Hello, love.” Pierre sounded sleepy and there was no noise around him. Hotel it was.

“Pierre, isn’t it the middle of the night in Australia?”

I looked out of the window to see the sun only just beginning to set over France.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m not tired.”

“Liar.”

I could hear him laugh quietly.

“Is everything ok, Pierre? Do you need something?”

“No, just felt like saying hi to you.”

In my mind I could imagine the smug look that would be on his face; the cocky smile.

“In the middle of the night?”

“You’re always on my mind, love.”

If only he knew what his words did to me. Who was I kidding, he knew exactly what and that’s why he did it.

“You raced well today. Now go to sleep. You can see me in your dreams if you want to.”

“I’m counting on it, love.”

~ Friends don’t stand around playing with their keys, finding reasons not to leave, trying to hide the chemistry –

We walked slowly to the front door. It had been a great evening out with everyone but I wanted some time just with Pierre.

“When are you off again?”

“We fly out in two days.”

I knew it would be soon but it still hurt to hear. Reluctantly, I pulled my house keys out, pretending to look for the right one.

“Love.”

I looked at Pierre, meeting his blue eyes. Gently, he took the keys away and started his own search, taking significantly longer than I had.

“Will I see you before I go?” He asked.

“If you have time for me.”

“I always have time for you, love.”

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116 notes - Posted September 23, 2022

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[simptasia]

Sorry I'm a bit late, but here's some Lost nonsense from my brain:

If Jacob's & MIB's adopted mum didn't adopt them, then a whole lot of mess could have been avoided.

Also.

Why didn't John's dad just say he was moving after he stole his kidney and see him like once a year? (That way if you need to borrow a lung later down the line the option is is there.)

Also.

If I knew my past self was gonna kill my son I won't let that happen. Screw the time space continuum, I'm doctor who-ing this nonsense.

And on top of that.

How come no one really tried to mess about with time in the 70s? I know there was a bit of "ahh don't effect the future" but like, if I was stuck in the past I'd have a go at screwing around with time. I'd be like suck it universe, there's no Internet and I've got people in the present I care about. I know alot of the Lost people had reasons not to, like Jin's trying to keep his family safe and Sawyer doesn't really have anyone outside of the island. But Julie's sister? Kate needing to find Claire? WHY WASNT THERE A DANIEL FOCUSED EPISODE ABOUT HIM TRYING TO CHANGE THE FUTURE AND SAVE CHARLOTTE THAT JUST MADE THE FUTURE HAPPEN MORE SO THAT THEN WHEN SAYID SHOT CHILD BEN I COULD HAVE BEEN ALL LIKE nah bro thats no gonna help, when instead I thought there was gonna be some funky timeline nonsense that I'm always here for AND THEN THERE WASNT. Also more Daniel.

Last thought (sorry I can't shut up)

Now I'm thinking about it, why was everyone's reaction to Sayid shooting child Ben as a bland "this is bad" ?? Im not trying to say it was good, but its like the whole 'go back in time and kill Hitler as a kid' argument? I thought characters would at least have thoughts? Like no one even talked about it beyond face value?? Or even had an emotion?? Everyone was just like: "this is bad, but let's leave him with his abusive dad" ???????????????

Epilogue Thought: i genuinely thought when Kate handed child Ben over to the Others she was doing to say something to him along the lines of what adult Ben said to her at the beginning of series 3 when they had breakfast together. (My memory is so bad, but it's something like "I wanted you to have a nice memory to cling onto because a lot of bad is going to happen.") And then it was gonna be like a weird time loop thing of who really said it first, like Ben doesn't remember them properly or anything (but it might help why he didn't just ask Jack for surgery help when they first crashed.)

lost spoilers ahead

Okay, first of all, how the fuck did you send a message this long. Whenever I send messages, I'm given a character limit???

If Jacob's & MIB's adopted mum didn't adopt them, then a whole lot of mess could have been avoided.

"Adopted", yes that the's word for it. And yeah... yeah. The entire plot of LOST, down the drain. Isn't it ironic, this show is known for so much daddy issues and all of this fuss was caused by mommy issues

Why didn't John's dad just say he was moving after he stole his kidney and see him like once a year? (That way if you need to borrow a lung later down the line the option is is there.)

Short answer: Because Anthony Cooper is a cunt

Longer answer: it's pooossible that anthony genuinely didn't wanna spend any time with locke at all. as you pointed out, this isn't pragmatic on his part. but he's a dick. he also has a history of not sticking around the people he's conned

If I knew my past self was gonna kill my son I won't let that happen. Screw the time space continuum, I'm doctor who-ing this nonsense.

I've had this same thought. Offense to Eloise, but I'm different.

like, yeah, even if it turns out to not be possible, there's merit in fucking trying to prevent this. like, morally, emotionally, i'd respect eloise if she'd fucking TRIED to not kill her baby boy :(((

legit, same, if i knew i was destined to kill my boy, i'd be like "no"

and at the very fucking least, i'd give the best life possible! which, paradox or no, is what a parent is SUPPOSED to do, eloise!!

not only does eloise not even try to not do this, what makes it so much worse is that she didn't allow him the life he wanted. you know he's gonna die young, bitch, let him have love and piano!

HES NOT EVEN ASKING FOR MUCH. free will??? please???

i Cannot talk about eloise without going on this rant, it seems

and the rest of ur message, i won't copy paste, but what ur saying about time travel. i'm kinda indifferent to a possiblity of them trying to change more but thinking about it, it's odd that they didn't Try more. however this can chalked up to like, not enough run time. but yes i'm all in favour of the characters ties to other characters mattering more. and charlotte mattering more. grrrr

oh boy the ben thing. well, i don't blame them for the This Is Bad thing. because it is. it's very bad to shoot a child. i wanna say, sayid is so fucking out of character when he does this. the writers mishandled sayid pretty bad in seasons 5 and 6, sigh. personally i don't believe its anywhere near okay to try to kill somebody because they're gonna be a bad person One Day. but yeah i am surprised there wasn't more of a debate about this in canon. we have people of different morals here... plus, it's a debate in real life. i'm in the "punish the people who have actually done something wrong" camp

it's fucked that he has to stay with roger though. i don't put that on our losties tho, overall i blame the others. because they could have accepted ben into the others way sooner and they really should have. richard could see this kid was suffering and they let him stay with his abusive dad. that's awful. then again, charles was in charge during this time period so that makes THAT make more sense but ugh

and finally. inch resting... i always saw kate's sympathy for little ben as 1. he's only a child, he's Not big ben. and 2. she grew up in an abusive home too so she sees a kindred spirit

regarding ben's memory, it annoys me how the writers felt the need to erase some of little ben's memories to supposedly Make It Make Sense but i felt that was unneeded. i think it's perfectly viable for ben to remember all the stuff that went down in season 5 but he never mentioned it because why the fuck would he. for one thing, he was henry gale at first, he's hardly gonna be like "oh hey are you the guy who shot me when i was a kid??" no, he'd keep his memories to himself. i think ben keeps a lot of things to himself for tactical reasons so i think the lost writers employed a get outta jail free card when they really didn't need to

[julemmaes]

Could you do "does this help" for thomastair please? Your writtings amazing, if not thats totally cool!

You can go home now

Thomas Lightwood and Alastair Carstairs war au

“Does this help?”

This is actually the second part of something I wrote back in July, here is the first part, it is not necessary to read the first part and I’m sorry if this is sad as fuck, with a not so nice ending, but I hope you enojy it:)

Word count: 1,537

When Thomas woke up, he didn't immediately realize where he was. He heard the screams of his comrades, of the soldiers surrounding him. They were not just cries of pain, they were cries of despair. Screams of people who knew they had nothing left. That they had lost every shred of humanity they had when they were born.

They had captured him. It had to be that way.

He tried to open his eyes, unsuccessfully, and panic almost entirely assailed him when he heard someone put his hand on his arm. He opened his mouth to scream, but found he could not make a sound. His throat closed again, blocking his breath, but the person next to him put something on his face, more precisely on his mouth, and the excruciating pain that ran through his veins almost made him faint. He took a breath of air and the oxygen from what must have been a mask entered his lungs.

His face, he suddenly remembered, had been completely burned.

"Thomas?

The boy stopped thinking. His breathing was still irregular but facilitated by the use of the oxygen mask.

"Thomas, please tell me it's you."

If even Alastair couldn't recognize him, he must have been in more than critical condition.

He tried to move his head, to open his eyes again, but the pain was too much and a sob broke out of Thomas' throat. He felt that Alastair grabbed his right hand, the one that had not been hit by the acid bomb and squeezed it. Thomas closed his fingers around his fiancé's and sighed. He felt the other one's hand shake and he just wanted to look at him once. Just once before he passed out from the pain. He felt it in his bones. He wouldn't stay awake for much longer.

"You are alive." Alastair whispered, "You are alive."

Thomas squeezed his hand harder and sobbed.

"I know, my love. I know." Now the other one seemed to be crying too. Someone else approached where Thomas was lying and settled down next to Alastair.

"Here with me is Cordelia." He cleared his voice before continuing to speak, " She was the one who found you. She found all of you."

Thomas inspired abruptly. She had seen Matthew, Christopher... James.

"Yes Tom, I've seen them," replied the girl, having sensed the path of his thoughts. The hoarse and tired voice of those like him who were fighting in the front line. "I couldn't bring them back. I arrived when they started with the fourth bombardment. I saw you fall from the edge of the woods, I saw you crawling before you were hit," she said in a trembling voice.

Alastair resumed after a few seconds of silence, Cordelia probably unable to continue her talk, "She was with Charles and Anna when they found you, but the other two were too badly injured and it was impossible to bring them all back." Another pause, much heavier than the others. Thomas wanted to scream. "We lost Lucie too."

He didn't give himself permission to assimilate those words, to think about what it would mean to go back to Will and Tessa and have to tell them that none of their children would come home. With every strength left in his body, he brought his right hand to his head, touching his eye that he knew was healthy, intact and unharmed. Alastair's hand followed his, helping him support the weight of his arm. He touched his eyelid, trying to open his eye forcibly and when one of the two Carstairs siblings realized what he was trying to do, his hand was lowered.

"Wait. I'm going to find something to wipe your face, don't try to open your eye, okay?"

Thomas wanted to nod, but he couldn't. He heard Cordelia walk away and ask someone for a wet rag.

Alastair handed him a hand on his cheek and then darkness struck him.

When he woke up the second time, the pain had not diminished and the screams of his companions seemed more numerous. This time he realized that he was in a field hospital.

He had never been there. He had never seen one, but Lucie - their dear little Lucie - had been one of the doctors who worked there.

He tried to move his toes and when he could only move his left foot, panic took over again. When he managed to open his right eye he almost vomited in front of the ones in front of him. He closed it immediately, blinded by the light and all that red.

How could they be alive? How could they still breathe, all those people who had pieces of foreign objects stuck in their chest, in their limbs. How could they have survived such wounds?

Thomas tried not to think that they would probably be temporary wounds. That the real wounds would be mental. Scars so deep that they would never heal completely.

He reopened his eye and saw Alastair sleeping next to him. He let his arm fall out of bed and lightly hit his boyfriend's shoulder. He noticed with no little happiness that Alastair still had his ring on his left hand.

The boy woke up up and jumped up, looking left and right in search of the threat. Thomas sighed what little the wounds allowed him. This would be their life from now on if he survived. Hospital beds and traumatic awakenings.

When Alastair realized that he was relatively safe, he sat down again, taking a fleeting look at Thomas, before putting his hands over his face and resting his head on his mattress.

He looked up at Thomas and, in a dragging voice, asked, "How are you feeling?

If Thomas could have laughed he would have done so. How was he feeling? He had no mobility in his right leg and the left side of his body was so burned that the pain in some places was not even there. Every nerve end burned and fused with the skin.

"Stupid question, sorry."

Thomas opened his mouth and realized he could only do it partially. Shit.

Alastair grimaced and his eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry Tom."

Thomas looked at him and felt empty. All those feelings, those famous butterflies in his stomach... they had always been there, and yet now it was as if they were dead and rotting inside him.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Alastair get up and lean out behind the bed, when he sat down again he had a glass in his hand.

Water.

God.

How long has it been since he had drunk.

He must have moved unintentionally because Alastair laughed, before putting his hand on his right shoulder and squeezing it slightly, "Calm down," he said to him in a peremptory tone, "Now I'm going to lift the top of the bed slowly, so that you can sit down, if you feel pain, squeeze my hand." he continued, proceeding with the framing of his fingers to Thomas'. He gave Alastair two quick squeezes to make him understand that he had understood.

The latter placed the glass back on the bedside table and began to lift the back of the bed.

As soon as he reached a certain position the skin on Thomas's left side began to pull so much that the boy was forced to lift his hips out of the bed, which caused a pain in his right thigh so strong that he saw everything black for ten seconds. When he returned among the living, Alastair looked at him apologetically with tears in his eyes. The bed had returned to a height where the discomfort was bearable.

Cordelia arrived with something in her hand and when she lifted the object Thomas almost laughed. Leave it to her to find a straw on the battlefield. "Does this help?" Alastair thanked her and then sat down again, placing the glass so that it was close to Thomas' mouth.

The first sip was a blessing.

It's been days since he drank such clean water. Maybe weeks.

He was certain that he had survived thanks to the IV he had now attached to his body, but before arriving here, at the hospital, he and his companions had gone on to drink from the puddles they found on the path.

The weeks went by slowly and Thomas did not speak. He became feverish after the first transfer and the day before his return to his motherland his condition became so critical that he could no longer leave. The wounds had become infected and by now the infection had reached his heart. Anna, Charles and Cordelia had said they would stay with Alastair, but he had begged them to go home, to stay with their families. They were all mourning, they needed to be with their parents.

Thomas Lightwood died a few days later, lulled by the arms of what was to become his husband only three weeks later, his last words to Thomas being “You can go home now.”

Finally at peace with himself, he reached his friends and his cousins, happy to be able to rest for eternity.

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[macgyvertape]

50 or so hours into Cyberpunk 2077

This should be roughly the correct amount of time, ive been leaving the game running as I get up to get food or do stretches. Quests are roughly in order I did them

non spoilers above cut:

 i haven't found a single hat/helmet i like, and since you can't hide them I just am not wearing any. It matters that much.

I posted the other day about bugs, every few hours I play I find new bugs. some require me to go back and reload a save others I honestly can’t tell if it’s a bug or just really poor development

there are several perks that don’t quite do what the description says, like the Anamesis perk. Based on reddit and trying it out it seems to just not do anything.

sometimes in car chase segments the passenger will say “look out” as cars spawn in my path and hit me. Can’t tell if that was deliberate or a pop in issue

Yeah I’ve just totally given up on doing pacifist things unless required by a mission. Given up on doing stealth too unless a mission objective, except for sneaking around to set up a fight.

:readmore:

the delemain car quest is fun. From the shock of the one going "beep beep motherfucker" and doing a hit and run to start it off, to the GLADOS car i see a lot of people talking about. It was fun to explore the city when i might have missed places like the landfill apparently there is follow up on T-bug's death if you go back to the quick hack shop in Kabuki. It's not much but better than nothing I made the pass with Panam of "what if the room just had one bed". I know she won't do a wlw romance, which is fine since I wouldn’t have chosen her.  I enjoy her as a character, don’t get me wrong, my V considers her as a friend, but it seems like theres always drama going on which would be tiring. I would have gone for a fling, i like her leotard-pants combo with all the straps

but also her questline was buggy as hell. Multiple cases of having to reload due to clipping into objects, including her in a driving section, or just insta-dying when collision physics with some rocks broke "your neural network can no longer function independantly of the chip" me slapping my desk: s y m b i o te!!! come on lets have some s y m b i o s i s

in the scene with hellman i really liked how Johnny moved around the room. It made him feel like he was really there. it was hard to follow the convo as I left the room, i would not have understood it without subtitles. But i guess Takemura fucking waterboarded hellman. :|

lol I hope the dialogue is different b/c i refuse to smoke for Johnny

i am level 18 and still can't beat the first opponents in the fist fighting quest. ffs

I looked up the romances options so I went to do the I fought the law quest as soon as i got it. ACAB, but like I literally just met River Ward 2 minutes ago, and I really like him. His earring and cyborg eye, his big fluffy coat. I'm definitely gonna sleep with him Ok i like how when River Ward is dealing with the tiger claws if you interject it leads to a fight. It goes better if you follow his instructions and let him deal with it. Seriously I enjoy that sometimes its good to not pick a dialogue choice.

during the red queen club part, there was no dialogue over the phone. So i reloaded a save and got myself spotted and attacked. Then River showed up to help me <3 and it was more enjoyable having him there. I honestly am not sure if him not going to the club level is bug or not.

then uuuuuugh the worst of irl police "cops are my family" from Detective Han. Again ACAB "FRATERNITY OF CITY COPS RESEMBLES A [Nomad] CLAN NOT AT ALL" ok a few minutes ago i was complaining about bugs, but the character modeling in this game is good (when they're there). You can see body posture, characters jiggle their legs when they are nervous. Like I though character A was just throwing a cigarette on the ground, but then character B flinches back; I realize Char A threw it at B as a fuck you

I'm honestly curious if "I fought the Law" quest will have any impact later on. My choices were that I thought there was more going on than Holt being the only person behind this (based on how complicated the main questline heist is, and keeping an eye on some of the in game news), and told him not to take it to internal affairs, and I loved his response of how he doesn't give a shit what we think, he's doing it anyway.

In the elevator to report in, Johnny said "this muck is deeper than you think, tell them nothing", so i just said that the case was complicated. anyway i love how much of a sarcastic asshole V is

I thought i was being nonlethal with the monk quest, but it seems i accidently killed someone. RIP, but thats kind of the problem with this game. Like when i do the non lethal cyberpychosis quests I equip my non lethal modded gun and hope for the est. I like how a go here kill things quest led to Charles the ripperdoc. He's getting all his parts from scav gang members so I felt obligated to take him out. I got a police bounty for it but w/e.

I merged the Delemain fragments with the whole. Guess he's the meta now. (Side note: some of my favorite rvb fanfic plots are Ai consiousness/memory merging with the humans, so I’m having fun with this game and look foward to introspective fanfic)

Honestly Jonny made some good points, the fragments didn't deserve to die; but also destroying the core and freeing the fragments, they couldn't really function alone.

I was able to rescue Saul fine with stealth. Using cameras and the synapse overload really made it easy.  Can't use the sniper rifle reward b/c I don't have the stats for it, and while it has a silencer the fact that it's a ricochette weapon and not a shoot through walls weapons, makes it not as good imo; and theres a legendary one that is stats free for only 100k.

Lol made a pass again at Panam, and she immediately shut me down. I then did Mitch's quest and I love every time someone tells V they area  good person.

I hacked the operation carpe noctem shard, and wow the corporations are using ai to make people have cyberpsychosis, or something like that. What a shocker /s, I've played Deus Ex HR before

lol driving through the unifinished interstate, past the fight from Panam's first quest I found a "batcave" with a very nice car, and a manifesto written by "muckman'. But here's my complaint about the loot, there is a legendary top, but it had 16 armor. My current top has 84 armor, like why would i switch?? then later i found a bunker with soviet spies in it. Wild

Doing River's second quest, love the timing of as soon as you ask, why are we breaking in, someone shows up to tell you he got kicked off the force. It's funny how Johnny comments how maybe River's into you, and V just doubts Johnny's words. Love how the first kid asks River if I'm his girlfriend. also wow like oof both the second parts of Judy and River's quest are SUPER fucked UP!! oof like i stopped doing first person mode on the braindances for those quests as soon as i could, just made me too uncomfortable seeing that in first person.

DRIVING IN THE GAME IS BAD! nowhere is it more apparent than the sinnerman quest, which took me 3 times to get the driving section done, as cars spawned out of nowhere to hit me. Then when you restart, there is a bunch of dialogue it doesn't let you fast forward through. The rest of the Sinnerman questline is interesting. My V took every option to tell the dude that he was messed up, and what he was doing was wrong. idk, I was surprised how much dialogue there was that let you buy into his whole "forgiveness thing" and how there wasn't any real dialogue to call him the fuck out, that in seeking forgiveness he continues to do harm both emotional to the mother of the man he killed, but also that he got the husband killed via cop. The later follow up quest, I told him that what he is doing is crazy, studio is just going to profit off this vid. Then I refused to join him prayer, and told him fuck no i wasn't going to hammer him to the cross, or even watch. Yes, the man is scared of dying, and the corporation is exploiting him, but he keeps creating burdens for others.  I think the discussion on this quest will be interesting to read, it's definitely my own personal experience with religion coloring my view. Anyway back to a main quest, yeah i don't trust Placide, especially in that scene where he grabs my hand, then jacks in. I ran off to do most of the sidequests here and got some criticism from him. I do love how in the cinema the western movie switches to a mission brief as the netwatch agent talks. its a fun enviromental detail.  I took the netwatch offer, i don't think he's being fully honest with me, but he didn't put a virus in my head. As I told Placide later, I didn't pick a side. I like how you can then talk with the agent, who is a fan of Western movies, b/c they show "a simpler time where all good guys carry badges" :eyeroll:, and then V recommends Unforgiven, which from the wiki summary goes against that theme.

Looks like the Voodoo boys all got killed by Netwatch, but I as revenge for them trying to set me up I'm fine with it. Honestly after speaking with ai!Alt I don’t believe their plan of trying to be on good relations with AI would work. 

doing the johnny flashback 2, and wow Johnny really is an asshole. Like I had gotten so used to him in side missions I forgot how self centered and unlikable he was.You constantly get prompts to drink or do drugs, which I ignored. But i do love the goth/punk love Rogue and others have.

lol i called it, when Hellman said that the engram would seek to override the host, put V on the engram. I really like how as the relic malfunctions, you wind up in the chair with a cigarette, which you can either smoke and say you are turning into Johnny or throw away. My dialogue "your problem is the ends justify the means", which is true!!! He and Rogue detonated a nuke downtown, does anyone know that, and like ask Rogue about it????

(Funny you can ask Rouge about Johnny silverhand, over the phone, then the game bugs out and spawns her npc where you are. She doens't say much about the nuke, but she does say no one trusts you for jobs). The line of no one trusting you for jobs is pretty funny at level 46 street cred where im at “respected” status. really loving the family atmosphere at River's 3rd quest. Also his big strong arms, and the fact he is no longer a cop. I totally let the kids win, and wow the family dinner where they GRILL YOU over the relationship and try to set the two of you up, then the water tower scene!!!!! I don't love the first person sex cutscenes but they do have personality. I'm glad afterwards you got to tell River about the biochip and that you might die. Because he's so far removed from your personal plot. So I took that option to back out of a relationship.

I do love that you wake up with "river's tanktop" that says "fuck the police" It actually has extremely good armor stats, so thats what I'll wear now.

panam 3rd quest, when shes like why did you help me, I'm like "because it's important to you". Basically the closest you can get to "when a friend asks for help you help them", which as an ex-nomad backstory I really choose the nomad options when ever i can Paralezes quest part 2! I love the piano song but I always think of it as ocean's 11 music. It's also fun to see the computer and see Judy recommended you for the first quest. The emails talk about "forgetting" to hire a staffer, on the balocony a strange antennia was scannable, the color of the roses was remembered wrong...  lol guess i was right with those giant wall screens. Its fun environmental details that spell things out before you can notice, and it ties into some other quests where people's behavior is being altered. Actually, this quest "Dream On" I love it! For a while I've been like "wheres the illuminati conspiracy! Here it IS! I chose to follow Elisabeth's wishes and not tell her husband he was being brainwashed. In best case they program him to forget again, in worst case he ends up dead. The gaslighting Elisabeth described is CHILLING, her husband describes a vacation she can't remember and she doesn't know whose memories have been messed with. On your way to the plaza you get a call from someone/something that says the know exactly WHAT you are, any you black out!!! It's such a great feeling of helplessness that you're just one person in a world so big that you can't fight every power. As Johnny said, could be a corporation, could be a rogue ai, either way Jefferson is fucked (and so are you).

[dracoskullonmain]

The moment i realized my own mother was a failure of a human.

[Warning: the following is a rant.] so, i’m mostly screaming this to the void of tumblr, but i need to get this off of my chest. I realized over the past week that my mother, the woman who gave birth to me, is an utter failure as a mother, a daughter, and a human being. Background: I come from a toxic home. The main culprit is my biological father Charles. He’s everything that is toxic masculinity rolled into one trashbag and given a massive paycheck. Since i was born, i have lived in fear of him. He put holes in walls with fists and feet, smashed tables, chairs, lights, and couches with bare hands. He can and has hurled engine blocks across the garage, smashed a window with a digger, thrown a crowbar down the hall, and taken a belt to my ass so much that i couldn’t sleep for three nights.  And he used his strength in conjunction with his financial wealth to rule the house with an iron fist. It was his house, his rules, his internet, his this and that and blah blah blah. Everything was his even if you bought it with your own money. Once, he decided it was a suitable punishment for not paying attention to take my Nintendo SP, a gift from my recently deceased great grand mother, and throw it into the wall to smash it to pieces. 

i can recite a list of incidents that could fill up a 50 page book just from memory, which is sad since i have memory issues, and have forgotten even more. But on Sunday, i learned a new truth about my family: My mother is an accomplice to all his actions.  It never fully dawned on me until she called me, mid day, to inform me that a week earlier my elderly grandmother had gotten into an argument with my dad, and became so desperate to get out that she got in her electric scooter (she cant walk anymore) and try to drive away. if she hadn’t gotten stuck in a ditch just outside, she would be missing today because my father would have watched her leave without a care in the world. Unfortunately, in getting out of the ditch thanks to the local police and fire department, she tried to drive up the driveway unattended since my father wouldn’t come down to help her as he was too angry with her. She fell into another ditch, gashing her leg wide open. She has been in the hospital for a few days now, with a nasty infection in the muscle tissue of her leg and foot.  and my mother, the woman who raised me, who gave birth to me, who’s job it was to protect me from the moment i came into this world, had the fucking audacity to try to paint it as my grandmother’s fault. Why? because my grandma yelled at my grandpa.  See, he has a rapid form of Dementia, which at this point has left him a husk of his former self. for the longest time he was the one who took care of grandma. It came on quickly, and robbed him. Now he cannot function, and Grandma needs someone besides my asshole of a father to do things for her cause she’s got a decaying spine and severe arthritis. So without a family beyond me and a cousin to confide in, and no support network to speak of, she lashes out sometimes. she needs help. What’s he do? Decides to yell at her for yelling at grandpa. And he gets mean. He’ll attack any vulnerability he can find to win. He’s savage, and he’s attacking an old woman verbally. He also locked her out of the house when she left! So ya. She’s sitting there, telling me it’s grandma’s fault she’s practically dead, with a horrible infection that could go Sepsis at any time and weak kidneys that cant fight that off.  I know my grandma. i cared for her on my own for a year. i listened to the bullshit everyone had about her. And she tries to claim she’s doing her best. And that’s when it hit me. She’s not going after my dad for yelling at my grandma and driving her out of the house... She’s going after my grandma. She chose her fucking deadbeat, abusive, manipulative, volatile husband over her own fucking mother, who she PROMISED to care for.  And she thinks, in some twisted way, that i will side with her on it. She didn’t even have the fucking guts to tell me WHEN IT HAPPENED.  She’s allowed my dad to abuse my grandma verbally... And she allowed him to abuse me. my brother. my sister. Thats why we all left when we had the chance. My sister got knocked up by a guy she barely knew at 16 and took the chance to bail on my mom and dad, because she knew mom couldn’t protect her. Mom’s promises are empty hollow lies because she doesn’t have the guts to stand up to my dad. My brother tried to leave at 24, planning for years until he had enough friends in on a plan to move out together. the only reason he moved back in was because his dead beat girlfriend (now ex-wife because she decided after literally 11 months of marriage that she didn’t love him!) was bleeding cash all over the place and left him poor.  And me? When my friend i didn’t very well like invited me to move in with him in new york, i fucking took it. It was only because the other two roommates bailed on us and i wasn’t able to cover their fucking debts after i lost my job due to illness that i moved back to my parents. At which point when the offer to care for my grandma came up, i fucking threw myself at the chance.  It was because we all knew that house was unsafe so long as Charles lives in it, and we all knew deep down my mom’s promises that he will change and her constant “he’s made such improvements” were the ramblings of an abuse victim who’s so delusional that she honestly believes it’s better to live in a house where getting beaten, threatened, yelled at, and having personal belongings at constant risk of being destroyed then to live poor but safe.  Six years ago i ran away from home. I ended up trapped at a local library, hiding from a storm because i couldn’t take my father’s abuse anymore. She came to me there, and begged me to return home. She promised me that if he ever shouted or threatened or hurt me again, she’d divorce him on the spot. She lied to me.  I endured five years of additional abuse on-top of my already long list. i could make entire classes of childcare or social communications students turn white with just a few stories of what he did to me. My therapist asked me why i never called child protective services on him as a kid, and it occurred to me because i was taught by media and other families at the time that being abused like that was fine.  And now he’s abusing my grandma. He’s threatening her life. And my mom just sits there and lets him. She does nothing but justify in her own twisted mind that incurring his wrath is somehow our own fault for not keeping out of his way, as if it was possible to know what was in and out of his fucking way. And as i write this, i realize the real reason i’m upset with her. She is an abuse victim like the rest of us, and deserves some understanding... But that ends when you let others get abused by them. She knows he’s cruel. she knows he’s unhinged. she knows he’s volatile and savage. And she WILLINGLY brought my grandmother into that home, putting her in danger after lying to her about the house.  And for that, i cant forgive her. I will never forgive her. She let him hurt everyone, and just sat there. She couldn’t even run away. Right now, he’s jobless because of covid19. she has a job with the local police as dispatch. She has the power in their relationship for once. And she lets him have control.

I’m tired and full of hatred. How can a mother let this happen to her family? Why? i will never respect her again. I will never listen to her again. And when she grows old and needs help like my grandma does, i will not sully my life to accommodate her when she couldn’t be bothered to protect her kids or parents from him. ... how sad is this? At least for now, i feel a bit better. If you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading. I’m gonna go play some games and not spiral anymore. goodnight everyone!

[pinkykitten]

Forgiving

The Dolan Twins

Grayson Dolan x plus size! female reader

Warning: bad writing???, curse words, bullying sorta?, depression 

Specifics: plus size reader, angst, comedy, one-shot, race neutral reader

People: grayson dolan, ethan dolan, emma chamberlain, james charles 

Words: 1,187

Requested: By anon Hi I was wondering if I could have a plus size reader imagine with Grayson Dolan where the reader and him have been dating and she over hears his friends Emma and James saying stuff about her to Grayson and Ethan and Grayson says something too but they work it out?

Authors Note: agggh srry this took so long and its crap! hopefully its what u wanted, i kinda had writers block srry. 

When you and Grayson met you thought nothing of it because you were self conscious and a little bit bigger than other girls. Especially the girls that Grayson has been with. You thought that you and Grayson were just friends and you accepted his friendship. The last thing you would think of is that he actually liked you, you thought it was absurd. 

When he confessed it made you feel special. You felt beautiful and Grayson explained that he didn’t see you as all those mean things you thought about yourself. No in fact he just saw you like how you wanted to be seen, an ordinary girl that liked him, and he really liked you back. 

You guys have kept your relationship on the down low, only close friends and family knowing about you two. You wanted the relationship to be a little private for a while, get to know Grayson for who he truly is. 

You’ve met his brother and friends already. Some from youtube and some not. When you met Ethan, Grayson was so terrified, wanting you two to get along and like each other. You and Ethan have actually a lot in common. This made Grayson so happy and excited for the future. You also met the famous squad. You were more on the shy and self conscious area that hanging out with others that were more out spoken and jumpy it was new territory for you. But you conquered it. You made friends will all of them. Sometimes even being a little more bold and wearing shorts or crop tops making Grayson smile at your comfort. 

The squad had just finished a video and you were waiting for them to end it. You patiently sat on the side and watched them goof around, make jokes, laugh at something James does thats cringy, or Emma cursing about one of the boys, then theres Ethan and Grayson that have their little arguments in the middle. It felt like home to you, you felt happy and did not mind what your weight was. 

“What did you think of that babe?” Grayson wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your neck. You chuckled and combed your fingers through his hair, “I thought it was really funny. You know you always make me laugh.”

Ethan started to laugh when James and Emma pretended to be you two and pretended to have sex. You rolled your eyes and turned around, fake making out with Grayson. 

“Eww guys get a room!” Ethan shooed you two away while James agreed, “for real guys. You guys are literally have sex right in front of us!” James pointed with his acrylic nails to you two. 

“Well you guys then would get a good show!” You started to dance, with Grayson giggling into your neck. Emma stood on the chair and put her finger up, “wait, hold up, let me get my singles!” She announced, searching in her purse. You all had a good laugh. 

“So I ordered pizza I think the guys here,” Ethan said as you all chilled on the couch waiting. Grayson was about to get up but you put your hand out, “its okay I got this.”

You jumped from the couch and went to the door. You probably looked like a mess because you didn’t have no makeup on and you were in one of Grayson’s sweat shirts. 

Grabbing the pizzas and paying the dude you walked away and over heard them saying your name. Did they think you were still over by the door? You paused and hid behind a corner and eaves dropped. 

“So y/n is really something,” James smiles as he scoots closer to Grayson. Grayson smiles and nods, “yeah she is. She is the best.”

“You know I just kinda worry about her. You know what I mean? Like I just hope nothing happens to her cause she kind of eats, like not that good, which is fine but I just worry.” Emma wrapped her hair in a messy but as she whispered the last part. James nodded, “Yeah I see how much she eats and the things she eats and sometimes I’m like, whoa sister. I just, like, how do we tell her?”

Grayson was in thought and was silent. “I don’t think theres anything wrong with her.” Ethan mumbled. James and Emma shook their heads, “were not saying theres anything wrong its just, maybe she should cut down.”

Your heart felt so broken and you felt like breaking down and crying. You trusted them and thought they looked past your weight, turns out you were wrong. They thought like the rest of the world. As Grayson was about to stand up for you and his love for you, you entered the living room. Every one was quiet, “well I’m so sorry I don’t want to be vegan or whatever shi* free. Thanks for talking about me like I’m some fuc*ing cow or something that didn’t mean a dam* thing to you all.” You slammed the pizzas on the table and grabbed your purse. As you sprinted to the door Grayson tried to grab you. All you heard was your name being called and apologies. 

You avoided Grayson and his friends for a couple of weeks. Your phone blowing up with calls, texts, voicemails, everything possible, with the same stupid word, sorry. Really if they cared about you then why did they talk about you like that in the first place?

The doorbell to your apartment rang. You were feeling very depressed after that, not wanting to do anything. You were like a hermit crab. Groggily, you trudged to the door and opened it to find Grayson. 

Only one word came out and you slammed the door on him. “Y/n, please hear me out.”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“Because you are a two face, you’re a liar Gray. You know how I am about those type of things and you allowed them to talk about me like that. I don’t know if I can forgive you.” You cuddled yourself in your huge sweatshirt on your couch, feeling tears stinging your eyes for the trillionth time that day. 

“Please baby, I’m sorry. They should of never talked like that about you. You deserve way better. Trust me on this though, I was going to say something. The minute they started talking I was starting to get so pissed. I wanted to tell them that they were wrong. That to me you’re perfect. To me you don’t need to change the way you eat, the way you look, the way you are. I want you to be happy babe, if you’re not happy with me then I’m so sorry, I will let you be. But just know that I fuc*ing love you so much.”

You felt your tears slipping down your cheek and opened the door again. In one swift motion you brought Grayson to you and hugged him. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, and I’m so sorry.”

You brought his lips to you and kissed him hard. “I forgive you.”

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[journal-of-an-outlaw]

Price to be Paid

Chapter 3 

Three more weeks. That’s how long you were all stuck in God damn Colter. Tensions ran high as blowhards like Michah started to feel too cooped up, and you had to verbally beat him away more than once. Someone was always with you to help but you dreaded the day he managed to find you on your own. 

Finally, finally, the storm broke and Dutch decided to make a break for it. Last week a group attacked a rival gang for dynamite supplies to rob a train which ended up being a success. They managed to grab some bonds that Hosea promised he could sell quick and get the gang money, something that was desperately needed to buy supplies once off the mountain. 

“Alright, Ms. Grimshaw. Get this place packed up and ready to go! We are finally leaving this mountain!” Dutch cried out one morning. Whooping rang out as people scrambled to gather their few belongings. It wasn’t long before the 5 wagons were packed and ready to go. The 4 covered wagons were filled with people who were injured or healing, so you got stuck in the semi open wagon with Hosea and Arthur. The snow wasn’t falling by this time so it wasn’t too cold. You listened to them talk comfortably with one another and forget you were in the back. Every once in awhile Hosea would ask you a question. His eyes were kind as they turned to give you their full attention. 

Once the wagons passed the snow line, the green valley was in full view below. You had never seen anything like it, Blackwater in the fall couldn’t even come close to this beauty. 

Trees towered above you and reached upwards towards the blue sky, their leaves contrasting against the dark mountains with sprigs of the brightest green. Rivers and lakes could be seen below, and everything was so different from the dead grass you were used to seeing during June back home. Crossing one such stream proved too much for the wagon Arthur was driving, for as soon as it made it over the back left wheel fell off. 

“Ah, shit!” Arthur jumped down as the whole wagon veered back. You tried to grab everything you could from falling but a few bags and canisters still managed to land in the mud. 

“Everything alright back there?” someone called from ahead. 

“I broke the God damned wheel.” Arthur’s tone was serious but you couldn't help but laugh. He glanced up, surprised to see you still in the back. “You hang in there okay, Miss Moore?” 

You nodded and motioned to the bags you were restraining from joining those that had fallen out of the back. “You boys need help with that?” Charles had ran up to offer Hosea a hand at lifting the wagon while Arthur rolled the wheel back into place. Arthur waved his hand at you to stay and the whole wagon lifted suddenly. In no time everything was set in place and ready to go. 

Charles swung himself up to the back to sit with you on one of the crates. Hosea and him started talking about the Native Americans in these parts, the Heartlands, and how they were so mistreated by the government. Your grandfather on your mother’s side had been Native American, but he moved off the reservation when your mother was born and resided in Boston. You had only known him as an infant but your mother was very fond of him. Charles explained his sad story of how he ended up on his own, and it only occurred to you then that you and your family had been so lucky. 

Talk soon turned to where you were headed to make camp. Hosea had been there before and thought it would be suitable. “There’s a livestock town not far from here, called Valentine. Cowboys, outlaws, working girls. Our kind of place.”

Arthur chimed in, “O’Driscolls?”

“Probably them too.”

“Pinktertons?”

At the mention of the large detective agency your father was a part of, you gripped the side of the wagon too hard. A splinter caught your hand and you shook the pain out, but not before you noticed Charles watching you intently. You had flinched massively when Arthur mentioned their name.  

“Let’s hope not,” Hosea answered. It had never occurred to you that that was who the Van der Linde gang was on the run from. You knew the agency was based in Chicago but had a large force down south and must have been called in to see about catching the gang. The man in charge of the Blackwater division was a mean old thing that waltzed around and scared the town to bits. Someone your father, of course, admired greatly. 

The wagons eventually moved through a small forest and came out to a clearing. Hosea called it Horseshoe Overlook. A morning fog hung over the new campsite and gave a glow to the tents that were already set up. You hoped down and walked out to where Abigail was setting up their new home. John had to be carried in, his leg still bandaged and aching. The scars on his face looked better from the weeks of healing in Colter, but Abigail hadn’t let up on him for one moment. Little Jack was running and chasing a butterfly through the grounds, happy and free. Not everyone had the same enthusiasm for the new place. Javier, one of those most loyal to Dutch, was sour at being on the run again. He grumbled in Spanish while hoisting his tent over the standing poles. Ms. Grimshaw pulled you to a few standing barrels and asked you to fill them with water from the stream. 

“The one way down at the bottom of the hill?” you stared incredulously. She looked as though she was about to swing at you so you darted under her pointing arm with two buckets and began the trek. 

All around you were new sights. Bushes, and animals, and trees softly swaying in the breeze. You wished you could draw to try and capture some of the newfound beauty, but art had never come easy. Your hands had been made for great things but holding a pencil was not one of them. 

By the time you had all three water barrels brimming to the top you were hot, sweaty, and the camp was almost entirely set up. Ms. Grimshaw had orders from Dutch to set up a temporary site for you just past Arthur’s wagon and next to a tree. You figured this was so you couldn't run without either passing Arthur, or jumping headfirst off of the cliff. Neither, surprisingly, seemed like viable options. 

Dutch was talking with Arthur and Hosea when he started walking back towards the center of camp. “Now, everyone put down your tools for a moment. Come on gather round, quickly now. I know that things have been tough but we are safe now, and we are far too poor. So it is time for everyone to get to work. It is time for everyone to earn their keep!”  

The gang moved off back to whatever they had planned after the speech when Dutch motioned to you. He and Hosea were in his tent with Molly O’Shea. “Now, Ms. Moore, what can I expect from you?”

Three sets of eyes watched you think of something to say. Clearly he had set this up so that Abigail couldn't sweep in and save you. You tried to come up with some ways to make money. You had no clothes besides those on your back, no discernible skills besides pickpocketing and singing, and a whole camp of people to prove yourself to. 

“Well, I - I can sing real well, and pickpocket the best of them. I’m a fast learner and decent with a bow, I learned to hunt from up high. I promise that I can pull my weight and hold my own here, I just need to be given a chance.”

You must have sounded desperate because Molly spoke up. “Moore? That’s an Irish last name. She’s good to stay with me.”

Hosea and Dutch were very surprised by her contribution but agreed that you could stay on a trial period. You left with renewed confidence, and set off to see about a horse. If you could head into town and sell the few items you had in your pockets you could pick up a decent bow. Bows meant hunting, and there was your contributions all in place. 

A group was planning on heading into Valentine to check it out and you were pleased to see Mary-Beth was among them. Abigail decided to stay with John and Jack but you promised to grab some herbs for her while you were out. The wagon kicked into motion and rolled up the hill to meet the town of Valentine.

Overall, it was not a great place. Blackwater was larger, and at least had some paved roads. The mud on the main road got stuck everywhere and somehow it always seemed wet. The people were friendly enough and bought your cover story about why the gang was in the area. 

The bell in the general store dinged quietly when you pushed the door open. A man was hunched over the catalogue and in deep conversation with the owner so you decided to browse before making any purchases. All the same goods as your general store back home greeted you, but there was no happy memory associated with being in that place. Finally the shopkeeper called you over and you handed him the list of what you needed. Canned fruits and vegetables that could last, dried meats for the hunters when they headed out of camp, treats and food for the horses, herbs for Abigail, and some drinks for sitting around the campfire. 

“Of course. I can gather these for you. Is that your wagon out front? I’ll load them onto it for you while you shop around town.”

You smiled and thanked the man. The bell above the door dinged again and Mary-Beth walked in to greet you. “Oh, Y/N, let’s get you set up with some new clothes. Those old things haven’t lasted well through our travels and I would love to see you in something blue. I would say green, but thats Molly’s color and she’s hotter than a fire poker when someone else wears it.”

“Did I tell you she’s the reason I get to stay? When Dutch and Hosea asked what I could contribute I couldn’t think of one darn thing, but because my surname sounds vaguely Irish she laid down the law that I must stay.”

Mary-Beth looked at you with wide eyes. “Most days she won’t even share the same air as these folks. You must have really done something to her, YN!”

She held a stunning blue cloth up against your torso. “This. I am adding this to our pile before he notices so we can make you a new dress. Or shirt, it would look keen tucked into your pants now.” Mary-Beth snagged some lace for herself and rushed out the front door, smiling at the attendant as she passed him on her way out. 

Discussing your contribution reminded you that you needed to see the gunsmith before the wagon left for the day. Walking back to camp through the mud sounded like a nightmare. 

Arthur was in the gun shop trying out a new long range rifle. He was holding it up in the air while the attendant repositioned his shoulders. “Now sir, you should know that this one has quiet the kick. Be careful and don’t hold on too tight or your shoulder will go right out.” Arthur nodded and placed the gun down on the counter. You browsed the bows on the opposite wall and picked a sturdy one out. It was tall, almost to your shoulder height, but you knew the power it held in its limbs. Testing it out proved you right, and you asked the shopkeep how much it was. 

Your jaw dropped at the total and you quickly put it back, embarrassed you had even touched it. Arthur chuckled lightly before reaching over you and plucked it back out of the case. 

“Mr. Morgan, please, you know I can’t afford that.” He looked back over at you and said, “Way I see it this is for the camp. You know how to hunt, we need meat, camp only gets fed if meat comes in. Therefore, you ain’t paying for this one.”

A flush of embarrassment covered your face and neck and you muttered a thank you to Arthur before rushing out the door. Everything has been checked off your list and you headed back to the wagon, but before you reach it you heard a sucking sound and your left boot flew off your foot. Hopping over to a post by the saloon you desperately searched for your boot. The mud smelled, and you scrunched up your nose while you tried to yank and pull but to no luck. 

Tilly Jackson was your hero this time. She laughed so hard watching you stumble about she almost didn't make it to the middle of the street from falling over sideways. You watched from your seat in front of the saloon, one foot with a boot and one with only a sock. After a few moments of digging and pulling she succeeded. You whooped with her and quickly laced up your boot. 

“I can’t believe this smell! Tilly what awful things does Valentine do to have this affliction sit over the town?”

“Well, Y/N, this here town doesn't have the luxury of being situated by a lake like Blackwater. I reckon the breeze came in and swept away everything that didn’t want to stick around.”

As you contemplated that and watched the wagon being loaded up to head back to camp, the sadness that sat in your heart shocked you. After over a month on the road you began to miss Blackwater and the comfort of being home. It was a strange thing knowing that you were happier now. Your mother and father and friends were all back in that city, going day to day about their normal lives. You wondered if they missed you. But this was your decision and you knew it was for the best. 

You chuckle back at Tilly. “Well, I guess that breeze decided to take me too then.”

[hybridequalist]

If you dont want to do this or if its not clear im sorry, but could you please do an eddy brock x sister reader where she broke into the lab and got her own symbiote (thats female? Granted idk how gender works for symbiotes just know most people refer to venom as male) and while eddy is freaking out shes totally calm + like "haha lol so this is happening now thats fun" and calls hers darling, sweetheart, love, etc. And is a major pacifist so they made a deal of no killing at day one, just fluff?

So I know this isn’t really what you asked for…but my brain just ran away with this. It’s looking to be 3 parts as it stands right now, so let me know if you’re interested in the rest or if you want me to try again.

My first request…*SQUEE*

    “When you asked me to help you with a ‘work thing’, I didn’t think we’d be breaking and entering.”

“It’s just to gather evidence. We’ll be in and out.”

    You rolled your eyes.

    “Edward Charles Allan Brock, that is a load of bull and you know it.”

    “It is not!” Eddie hissed at you, glancing worriedly at Doctor Skirth in the driver’s seat. “I just wanna expose Drake and that’s all.”

    “Like how you ‘just wanted’ to do a piece on Wilson Fisk’s paper trail back in New York?”

    “That was different!’

“As if!”

“We’ll be pulling up in a few minutes,” Doctor Skirth interrupted, glancing back at you and Eddie with undisguised anxiety. “Try ducking out of sight when we pass through the checkpoint, okay?”

You shot Eddie a look before jerking your head towards the trunk and unbuckling your seatbelt to roll under the backseat, willing yourself to become invisible.

This was not your first rodeo handling your brother and his many misadventures: you had grown up playing attorney for him whenever he got in trouble and honestly should have been paid for the number of close scrapes you’d gotten him out of. He’d promised when he moved in with you after the New York thing that he’d behave and for a while you’d believed him–especially after Anne hit the scene. But you should have known better: Eddie’s overwhelming sense of justice was his fatal flaw and was always bound to get him in trouble–and hurt those he loved in the process.

By some miracle, you all made it past the security checkpoint and into the main building without being spotted. You even got some nice backstory about alien creatures and a comet as the doctor lead you both from the parking lot and through the main building. But as the doctor was badging you and Eddie into the lab, someone called her name and you felt a spike of panic in your gut.

“Don’t touch anything!” were Doctor Skirth’s last words to the pair of you as you hurried into the laboratory.You hated that the second she said it, you immediately knew that your brother would be touching all the wrong things.

The lab was lit eerily blue, making it hard to see much aside from shadows of various unrecognizable scientific instruments. Eddie immediately took out his phone and began snapping pictures, leaving you to watch his back. You hardly breathed as you both walked past a wall of glass cages, some containing human figures. One of them caught your eye and you paused, looking at what seemed to be a mass of white, slimy tentacles. Somehow, you couldn’t take your eyes off it. It looked dead, but something about it–perhaps its alien shape or apparent lack of a real body–made you unable to cease staring. You felt at any moment it might twitch or give some sign of life…

A sudden thud jolted you from your trance and you whirled around to see that Eddie was as the far end of the hall, looking in horror as something clawed at the glass. He immediately reached towards the access panel on the door and you felt your heart drop into your shoes.

The alarms were immediate and the shift from the dark blue lights to vibrant reds left you covering your eyes instinctively. You faintly heard glass break and squinted just in time to see your brother tackled to the ground by a screeching figure with long, tangled hair.

“Eddie!” you screamed, sprinting towards him.

“Maria! Maria, stop!” you heard him crying out. You were only a few paces away when something large and black shot out from the attacker’s back, whipping around and launching you away. You felt your back slam against something initially solid that shattered out from behind you, the air driven from your body as you hit the floor. Something writhed underneath you and you lurched just enough to roll onto your side, finding yourself staring at the white-tentacled thing again. Except this time it was definitely moving.

You couldn’t scream–you were still trying to restart your lungs after crashing through the glass door. All you could do was watch as the slimy thing lashed out its tentacles, coiling around your wrist. The panic gave you enough adrenaline to push up onto your hands and knees, crawling away without a care as to how much glass laid around you. Most of the tendrils slipped off you as you flailed, but a few broke off the creature and coiled tighter, clinging desperately.

You heard footsteps through the screaming alarm and froze, whipping around to see shadowy figures rush into the lab.

HIDE!

You instinctively curled into a ball, hands clasping together behind your head. There was some shouting and then just as quickly as you’d heard them come in, you heard them leave, shouting something about “the asset” getting away.

GO QUIETLY!

You jumped to your feet and ran back out the way you’d come in, moving at top speed. Through the parking lot and straight out to the road, you didn’t let up on your wild sprint until you dropped to your knees, out of breath on the sidewalk.

WE NEED TO KEEP RUNNING!

In a minute. When I’m not going to vomit.

Remembering all your PE lessons from High School, you put your hands behind your head and shakily got to your feet, trying to focus on inhaling through your nose. When your heartbeat settled and the taste of bile retreated you heaved a heavy sigh. And then panic seized you.

“Eddie,” you breathed. “Oh no. Oh please…don’t be dead…”

EDDIE WILL BE FINE. HE HAS HELP.

You whirled around, looking for whoever had spoken, but aside from distant headlights there were no signs of anyone.

PLEASE DON’T PANIC. YOUR HEART RATE JUST SPIKED DANGEROUSLY HIGH.

Same voice. Slight echo. Feminine. And it definitely wasn’t coming from somewhere around you.

“…who are you?” you whispered. “Are you inside my head?”

IN A SENSE. AS FOR MY IDENTITY…I AM UNSURE. I’M…NEW.

“Then what are you?”

ALIEN. BROUGHT HERE BY THE HUMANS. I…I WAS NEAR DEATH. HOST-LESS. STARVING. THEN YOU CAME. OLD SELF TRIED TO GRAB HOLD. I AM THE PIECE THAT MANAGED TO STAY, MANAGED TO BOND. BECAME…ME.

You frowned. There was an alien inside you. Or some part of one. So far, though, you weren’t getting any bad vibes off this…being. All it had done so far was get you out of the Life Foundation’s labs and nothing in its voice and mannerisms. Wait, was it an “it”?

I PREFER THE FEMALE PRONOUNS, IF YOU DON’T MIND.

Okay. She.

She could hear your thoughts?!

WE’RE BONDED AT A CELLULAR LEVEL–OF COURSE I CAN HEAR WHAT YOU THINK. WE EXIST SYMBIOTICALLY, SO WE NEED TO BE ABLE TO COMMUNICATE AT ANY TIME.

Huh. Convenient.

MOST OF THE TIME.

Wait, so if you’re “new”, then how do you know all this?

ANCESTRAL MEMORY. INSTINCT. IT WOULD BE HIGHLY INCONVENIENT FOR MY KIND TO NEED TO TEACH ALL OFFSPRING HOW TO BOND, ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING HOW ALL SPAWN ARE JUST PIECES OF THEIR PARENT THAT BECAME INDEPENDENT. NURTURING ISN’T IN OUR NATURE.

That’s really sad, actually.

ONLY TO THOSE WHO HAD SUCH AN UPBRINGING. I AM RELIEVED THAT MY KIND DO NOT EXPERIENCE THE PERIOD OF HELPLESSNESS THAT YOURS MUST ENDURE–THIS “CHILDHOOD”–BUT I CAN UNDERSTAND YOUR SYMPATHY. YOU DID NOT HAVE MUCH OF ONE EITHER, AS FAR AS I CAN SEE.

Not after my mother died. My father no longer really cared…Eddie got the worst of it, though. I think our father blames him for mom dying…

That last thought jolted you out of the mental conversation. Eddie. Where was he? Did he make it out? Frantically, you scrambled for your phone and pressed the speed-dial for your brother. Every ring made your tension mount higher until finally you heard him pick up.

“Yeah?”

“Eddie! Where are you?! Are you okay?!”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just feelin’ a little funny is all.”

He was slurring a little. Had he hit his head?

“I got home a bit ago. Called Doctor Skirth, but she didn’t answer. Been kinda woozy too. Maybe I’m gettin’ sick, I dunno.”

HIS SYMBIOTE HAS NOT REVEALED ITSELF YET, your alien commented. IT MUST BE SEEKING NOURISHMENT, TRYING TO HEAL FROM THE HARM THE LIFE FOUNDATION INFLICTED.

“But where…where are you at?” Eddie asked, still sounding almost drunk. “You’re not home, but you gotta be safe if you’re calling.”

You were about to answer when you heard the phone clatter onto some surface.

“Eddie?” you ask. No response. You tried again, but still no response. You could hear some rustling and what you recognized as the freezer being opened.

AS I THOUGHT. LOOKING FOR FOOD SO IT CAN HEAL ITSELF. HANG UP–YOUR BROTHER WILL BE UNAVAILABLE FOR QUITE SOME TIME.

Reluctantly, you followed the symbiote’s advice. Glancing out at the horizon, you noticed that the sky was getting lighter. Morning was probably only an hour away and you were beginning to feel the exhaustion of staying up as well as running all the way here.

It was time to go home.

You thanked your Uber driver as you stepped out from her car, suppressing a yawn as you climbed the steps to your apartment complex. Your symbiote had been fairly quiet throughout the drive, occasionally asking a question about the people and shops outside the window and you had tiredly tried to satisfy her curiosity. Now as you came to your door, you braced yourself for some kind of destruction on the other side. Your symbiote’s genetic memories had been full of violent scenes of her kind on the hunt and you didn’t know what to expect.

It turned out to be not nearly as bad as you’d feared: the fridge and freezer both stood open and a bag’s worth of half-defrosted tater tots were scattered near the kitchen island. There was no sign of your brother until you peered into the bathroom.

You weren’t sure what to make of his situation: he was passed out in the bathtub, toothpaste foam smeared on his bottom lip and the fallen shower curtain draped over his shoulders.

I’D SAY THIS IS A FAIRLY OKAY WAY FOR THINGS TO HAVE TURNED OUT, your symbiote commented with a mental chuckle. NO PILE OF BODIES OR PILE OF HEADS.

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly, trying not to imagine the gruesome scene as you stepped forward, reaching out your hand to shake your fool of a little brother awake.

It happened so fast you almost missed it: a black tentacle shot out from Eddie’s body, aimed straight for your head. Just as swiftly, you felt control of your body wrenched away from you, jerking your arm forward to catch the goopy tendril before it could connect.

“MINE.”

Well, it was definitely a symbiote’s voice, but this one was masculine-sounding and carried a far more predatory snarl. Yours sounded more…well, not necessarily human, but certainly more articulate.

YOURS, your symbiote agreed. NEST-MATE OF MINE. NO THREAT.

Her words seemed to calm the black alien down because the tentacle retreated and Eddie slumped further down in the tub, letting out a sleepy grunt.

WE MUST LEAVE THEM FOR NOW, your symbiote warned. YOUR BROTHER’S SYMBIOTE IS RECOVERING, BUT STILL WEAK ENOUGH TO BE IN HIS PRIMAL STATE. WE WON’T BE ABLE TO COMMUNICATE WITH THEM PROPERLY UNTIL HE FEEDS AGAIN. YOU ALSO NEED TO REST–I CAN PROVIDE YOU WITH STRENGTH BUT NOT ENERGY AND YOU ARE DANGEROUSLY LOW ON THAT FOR SUPPORTING US BOTH.

You couldn’t disagree. While the shock of the black symbiote lashing out had jolted you into alertness for a short time, you were already feeling the exhaustion returning.

Promise you’ll wake me if you hear Eddie get up, you thought, meandering towards the bedroom.

IF YOU’RE RESTED ENOUGH…I PROMISE.

[gothvince]

go off about your past lives. fool. go ham.

alright im gunna put this under a read more because it’s CRINGE but here are my lydia memories :.)

SO BASICALLY. it’s hard to be like “oh yeah it was this exact source” because... well it wasn’t, but like i guess the best way to describe it is a mix of all three sources. beej was very cartoon-y as opposed to musical / movie-like, tho he did have more in common w/ the musical than the movie.

he never had parents nd he was alive at some point. he killed himself nd ended up a civil servant! he poisoned himself and he once told me that the only reason he eats bugs so much is because everything else tastes like poison, but bugs dont. he’s literally the only ghost to ever to break the netherworld rules! he went freelance but ended up just scaring living people to death fr the fun of it, thats what got him cursed. 

uhh the events of the movie/musical happened pretty much the same? it was a lot closer to the musical tho. delia wasn’t my life coach she was just my step mom who thought i was weird. im pretty sure she and charles had a thing with otho but i never asked bc ..... gross. me and beej did end up gettin married and i did end up murderin him like in the musical. when i summoned him again later he had a massive hole through his chest from where i stabbed in and he let me stick my hand through it IT WAS SO GROSS i loved it

charles nd delia just somehow fuckin repressed all the ghost stuff tht happened and would refuse to believe me, then went back to not being able to see the maitlands. they didnt have as big redemption arcs as they did in the movie/musical, they were kinda distant but it was ok bc!!!!! the maitlands were my real parents at that point and they were very protective of me i love them......... UHHH i summoned beetlejuice again bc (suicide tw!!!) i was rlly depressed nd about 2 fuckin . off myself. and id written all these goodbyes and had one for beej but couldnt deliver it 2 him so i summoned him? and he basically talked me down nd after that we just. became besties again. and it was a lot of dumb adventures like in the cartoon!!! but a lot. darker and more dangerous.  i was rlly close friends w/ jacques and ginger and the monster across the street and sometimes id go 2 the netherworld just so i could hang out w them and beej would b like. what the fuck what abt me.

it was really good! in the real world bertha and prudence were dating and at some point towards the end of high school i dated claire, it didnt last bc we went off to different colleges but it was nice. i remember the maitlands were really sad when i left fr college but they took it as a sign to move on, they moved into the netherworld and got a house and like... settled down in the afterlife. i could still summon beej so i’d visit them whenever i cld. beej and the maitlands were never really good friends up until college, i think they were all missing me and bonded over that and bc of that they became pretty good friends i think!

i studied photography and philosophy. when i finished college i moved back to peaceful pines and bought my old house. charles and delia had moved back 2 new york at this point and the house fell into a state of disrepair but me and beej fixed it up!!! it was on top of that big hill and for the past few years it had just been. left to rot. so there was this rumour among neighbourhood kids tht it was haunted, and since i wore all black all the time everyone thought i was a witch. sometimes dumb kids would try to sneak in looking to scare themselves and me and beej would take turns scarin the shit out of them like in that beautiful sound

thats all i got !!!! like thats basically what my life as lyds was. i have some really specific memories of like conversations with the maitlands or beej and stuff like that? just random things that stick out 2 me.

past lives r fun ! i like talkin about them. lydia is only one of my more recently discovered ones so i havent done much to like... think on it or try to remember things, BUT i discovered i was vince from tmb like YEARS ago and i have SO many memories i could map out my whole life.

[clown-bait]

29 Neibolt st (Monster Roommate AU) CH24

OK IVE BEEN SO EXCITED TO DROP THIS CHAPTER!! Some wild ass shennanigans are about to happen guys!! Theres going to be a lot of Robert Gray in these next few chapters so get hype for that! maybe ill do some smut with him who knows.

CH24

Humans?

The clown looked in the mirror he kept in his lair for probably the 20th time that night and ran through several terrifying face transformations as if he was rehearsing. In fact that was probably the best way to describe it. The dawn was swiftly approaching to begin the day of Halloween, his favorite human holiday. It was the day the hunt was always the best for him, he could make 5 good kills if he really put in the effort making his stock for winter nice and full. Hunting in the cold wouldn't even be necessary if he did well.

Speaking of cold Penny felt a chill rush through the sewer, a reminder that leaner times were coming. Usually he would barricade himself off in the cart in between hunts to wait out the winter but this time around he had endless entertainment. Her flesh may no longer have heat but she would keep him warm in other ways. So many other ways. The clown chuckled darkly at his own dirty thoughts while rubbing a fresh hickey under his jaw only a few hours old.

Penny stretched and yawned feeling a sudden wave of drowsiness….strange….. he marked it off as the cold October air making him sleepy. Maybe a cat nap would help him be more alert for his hunt. It couldn't hurt to feel fresh on his biggest day of the year…. yes he thought a small nap would do. He laid on his pillow pile and attempted to shut his eyes and release his form. This wasn't comfortable he was too cold. Why was he suddenly so uncomfortable and tired? After tossing and turning a few more times he decided to find a different place to nap. His mate’s nest would be perfect, the mattress was a bit small but he'd be extra warm with her under the large blankets. Pennywise whisked himself away reappearing in her room where the vampire was sprawled out sleeping just as he had left her, spent and exhausted. He loved seeing her like this, covered in his marks and completely bare. He was half tempted to wake her up just so he could add some more fresh love bites. She’d probably kill him… not probably definitely. Penny instead stealthily crawled into her bed and fitted himself against her under her thick comforter. He slipped his long limbs over her body caging her into him, the nosferatu only stirred a little letting him hold her and welcoming his warmth. Penny buried his nose into her skin and let the sweet love pheromones she emitted send him into a state of pure relaxation. He was finally comfortable, finally warm and finally able to sleep.

Leech woke up that morning feeling weirdly hot. The first thing she noticed was the arm draped around her gripping her hand. It wasn't Penny’s arm this was human, and so was whoever was snuggled up to her. Leech attempted to squirm out of the strangers grip but was pulled back into him and held tight. She could feel whoever had her was lean and tall, his bare skin pressed into hers and his long limbs entombed her entire body. His hands were huge, the one wrapped around her pawed at her bosom causing Leech’s breath to hitch and jolt up out of his grasp. She finally was able to see who the hell was groping her and to her relief she was met with the sleeping form of a very human, very naked Robert Gray. Why the hell was he a naked human right now? She thought to herself sitting up and running a hand through her hair. Wait…. HAIR?

Leech tugged at the platinum locks attached to her head. It was fucking hair! Real hair! Her real hair was back! She also had normal ears, teeth and suddenly she was very aware of the beating thing hammering away in her chest. She was alive and human.

“Pen-er uh Robert! Wake up!” she shook her mate who grumbled and flipped over. “Wake up asshole its urgent”

“5 more years” he mumbled.

“You're a fucking human… I'm a fucking human!”

The man grumbled more and pulled the blanket up to his face. “Did you not hear me? Get up lazy ass” she smacked him with her pillow.

“Ngh what decade is it?”

“Same as it was yesterday moron.”

He flopped over onto his back and opened one beautiful green blue eye. “Why are you wearing your wig?”

“Its not a wig Pen look at your damn arm”

Robert scrunched his face and held out his hand suddenly he felt a rush of a million different emotions at once, some he didn't even know he could feel.

“WHAT?!!”

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“WHY CANT I TURN BACK WHY AM I FEELING THINGS WHY DO YOU HAVE HAIR??”

“Pen calm down.”

“CALM I CANT BE CALM HOW CAN I BE CALM AT A TIME LIKE THIS IS THIS WHAT HUMANS FEEL ALL THE TIME?”

“You're panicking.”

“PANIC NO NO NO I CAUSE PANIC I CANT PANIC- WAIT I AM PANICKING- THIS IS PANICKING? WHY AM I PANICKING LEECH??? WHY CANT I CHANGE?”

“Pen control your emotions and breathe”

“CONTROL SHE SAYS IM FEELING EVERYTHING AT ONCE ALL THE TIME LEECH! EVERYTHING! HOW DO HUMANS GET ANYTHING DONE… BY THE WAY YOURE VERY PRETTY AND I FEEL THE SUDDEN URGE TO TELL YOU THAT WHEN I LOOK AT YOU!! LEECHIE HELP! HELP IM FEELING TOO MUCH!”

The former vampire sighed and pulled his face forward to kiss him forcing him to stop his shrieking. Robert immediately stopped and rolled his baggy eyes back as he closed them.

“Inside voice, deep breaths, count to 10. Try it.” she said pulling away and tapping his cheek.

Robert attempted to follow her instructions when he was startled by a loud shout of joy from down the hall

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Meanwhile

Chucky was woken up by a horrible shriek. Fucking clown its too damn early for his shit. Charles pulled his hands down his face and was fully prepared to march down there and yell at Pennywise for hunting so damn early in the morning. He rolled his head over on his pillow only to be greeted with a sight he had been waiting to see for years. His wife’s perfect large human boobs.

——-

“FUUUUCCCKKK YESSSSSSSS!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Leech turned her head towards the shout recognizing the New Jersey accent as Chucky’s. She slipped on some clothes and left the room (and a very distressed Robert) to see if the dolls were also affected by this curse.

“Hey you guys got it too?” she shouted

“FINALLY FUCKIN FINALLY!”

“I’m going to assume that is a yes?” the vampire said as Tiffany opened the door wearing a nightgown and a huge grin on her face. Leech’s eyes went wide from the sight.

“Uh oh um heeyy Tiff?”

“Hey fangs stop oogling my wife!” came a very familiar voice from a very unfamiliar man.

“Holy shit Chucky? IS THAT YOU?”

“Yeah its fuckin’ me!”

“Fuck you look different!”

Leech felt a presence at her back and a very panicked very confused Robert stood behind her attempting to cover his front with a pillow. “Leechie, I drank some of your blood stash and I threw up in your trash can.”

“WAIT WAIT WAIT! JINGLES?” Chucky shouted looking at the naked extremely attractive man behind his roommate.

“DOLL?”

“YOU LOOK LIKE A DAMN UNDERWEAR MODEL! HOW COME I GOT PUT BACK IN MY OLD BODY AND YOU GET TO BE A LIVING CALVIN KLIEN ADD”

Tiffany turned to Leech with a look of wonder and pointed at Robert with her thumb mouth open.

“OH GOD Sorry about him I think I need to find him some clothes…” Leech apologized to her.

“Does he really need them though?”

“No but its going to get distracting around here real fast with that bubble butt hanging out all the time”

“I’ll say holy shit” both girls giggled at Tiff’s comment

Robert turned around and glared at them. “Why are you giggling? THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO GIGGLE THIS IS AN EMERGENCY AND YOURE GIGGLING?? HOW AM I GOING TO GET BACK LEECHIE HOW CAN I BE THE ALPHA PREDATOR LIKE THIS?”

Robert twitched and ran his hand through his hair going into yet another panic attack when he realized that he was no longer top of the food chain. His stomach suddenly lurched and he felt extremely dizzy.

“I’m going to vomit again.” he held his mouth and sprinted for the bathroom smacking into a very distressed very confused Bubba Sawyer.

The giant did not recognize this tall screaming man. He didn't recognize the humans in the doll’s room. What he did see was his bestest vampire friend surrounded by strangers who were all shouting. He would save friend yes! He would grab this violent tall naked meat sack for her just like he did at work. The giant bellowed and shrieked lunging for the anxiety filled Robert Gray who for the first time in all of existence knew what it was like to be prey. He was caught from behind and before anyone could stop the distressed giant he was hauled down the stairs a mess of flailing limbs being dragged to Leatherface’s red room.

“BUBBA WAIT THATS PENNYWISE” Leech shouted the three former monsters rushing after the giant.

“STOP YA BIG IDIOT ITS US!” Charles waved his hands at the giant from the other side.

The giant saw Tiffany move in from left and he was suddenly cornered by very angry pajama wearing humans. They were all shouting at him and flailing around for him to put the strange thrashing man down. The poor giant began to panic and crush the flailing man tighter to him the air going out of his lungs as he hollered and squirmed. What would Grandpa Sawyer do? ......Hammer! He thought pulling the tool out from his belt. “HAMMUH” the giant shouted.

“NO BUBBA NO HAMMER” Leech screamed trying to pull the giant’s arm back down with no luck.

“HAMMUUUUHH” he placed Robert in a headlock so tight he started to suffocate

“OH FUCK CHUCKY HELP ME STOP HIM”

“HELL NO FANGS I JUST BECAME HUMAN I AINT DYIN FOR JINGLES.”

“HAAAMMMUUUHH!!!”

The giant swung and Robert passed out.

——————

“Oh my god ok. Ok he's awake just deep breaths holy shit.”

“Leechie?” Robert gurgled realizing he was back in his mate’s bed “What-“

“You passed out and then Leatherface almost killed you.”

“Yeah Jingles you’re lucky Tiff stepped in with that floor board.”

“PEN-NEE BUHBUH SORY” Leatherface moped he felt horrible about hurting his friend.

“He’ll forgive you big guy just give him some time-” Leech patted the giant on the arm. “Right Pen???” she gave the dazed former clown a stern look.

“Just because I'm human doesn't mean you get to boss me around.” the clown growled.

“If you want to survive this ordeal I suggest you listen to me dear.”

“I suggest you listen to me bleh bleh bleh”

Leech slapped him on the shoulder and he whined and grumbled.

“Can we at least put some clothes on Jingles now? I’ve seen enough of the clown’s ass to scar me for life.”

“Yeah alright let me grab him something” Leech went to her closet and pulled out a pink silk bath robe “Try this Pen” the clown stood up and walked over to the dressing screen Chucky made a face and glanced to the side. Stupid sexy clown.

“All right it's a bit short but it covers enough, maybe Freddy and Drac have something you can actually wear.”

Tiff let out a small giggle as Robert came out from behind the screen. Chucky looked at the blush on his wife’s cheeks and then saw the former clown.

“COVERS ENOUGH? Fangs! His ass cheeks are hanging out the back jesus!” he shouted.

“Jealous of the goods? Benefits of a high protein diet doll” Robert looked behind him and leered at a blushing mortified Charles.

“I-Im not a doll anymore don't call me that”

“Don't call me Jingles then”

“Well before you two start making out, my stomach feels extremely neglected and because I'm human again I am going to eat some god damn pancakes. Come on Bob get that bubble butt moving.” Leech grabbed Robert and tugged him out of the room.

“Ugh Fangs get your gross boyfriend some fucking pants first!”

“OR DONT!” Tiff called after them.

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The batter sizzled when she poured it onto the old pan sitting over the ancient stove how the hell Tiffany cooked anything in this old kitchen was a miracle. Robert hovered over Leech’s shoulder watching hungrily the scent of food making his stomach growl. He had never made human food before, knew of it of course, but never did he create it himself. Creation wasn't his thing. His mate had insisted he stay and learn though, they didn't know how long this human thing would last and the sooner he could take care of himself the better.

“Do we add the syrup now?”

“No we need to wait.”

“This preparation feels tedious how did this species not starve to death?” Robert took a swig of the syrup bottle

“Are you…..drinking that straight out of the bottle?”

“I’m thirsty Leechie this is all I’ve been given.”

“Oh my god you're an actual child. Get a cup and fill it with water you moron.”

“EUGH NO! Its tasteless!”

“Take my drink then jeeze!”

Robert grabbed the mimosa and sipped cautiously. He liked this drink it was fizzy like cola but made his head swim and his throat feel warm. He finished her drink and searched for more. She used this green bottle to make it right? Rob took a gulp from the bottle. This he liked very much.

“Ok you want fruit on yours?”

“Bah!” he swatted the air in disgust gulping more from the fizzy green bottle.

“You just drank fruit now Bob, here cut up this banana thats an easy task.”

Robert held the knife in one hand and the yellow food in the other. Ok Wise you can do this you're older than time you can cut a fruit. He suddenly felt that human fear again. What if he couldn’t? He'd never eaten a banana before what if she sees him mess it up….oh god then she’d see him as lesser than other humans! No, no, no, that wont do at all he had to impress his mate she had to see that he was still the superior being. He'd be the most superior of all the humans until he was back to his full glory! Yes he would cut this banana he would do it perfect and she would throw herself at him for being the epitome of human perfection! Robert ran through every memory he had of food preparation he remembered how Leatherface cut up meat by raising the knife high and chopping. Seemed pretty simple, how hard could that be?

Suddenly while deep in his day dreams pain shot up Robert’s hand. His finger was spurting blood and quite a bit shorter. Oh no this wasn't supposed to happen. He began to panic again. He was human he couldn't grow it back what would he do?

“LEECHIE?” he shouted a mix of shock and fear in his voice “What do humans do when they…. lose… things?”

“What are you talking about?”

He held up his blood covered hand to her and the other part of his finger.

“OH MY GOD WHAT DID YOU DO?”

“Do I eat it?!”

“No Rob don't fucking eat it!!”

“Ok but it does look appetizing!”

“Don’t fucking eat it you idiot we need to get you to a doctor.”

Robert licked at the blood pouring from his hand and snarled when it didn't taste the same as it used to. Leech shut off the stove and rushed the leaking Pennywise out of the kitchen and onto the couch flying over to the stairs to yell for help.

“CHUCKY? TIFF?”

“I AM ABOUT TO FUCK MY WIFE RIGHT NOW FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YEARS! WHAT THE HELL IS SO IMPORTANT?! DID JINGLES REALLY FUCK UP THAT BAD?!” came a very angry response from upstairs.

“He cut off his finger!”

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!” Charles swore “JUST……. PUT IT ON ICE AND GIVE ME LIKE 30-40 MINUTES!”

Leech let out a long frustrated groan as Leatherface lumbered into the room to see what was wrong this time. She then looked at the disaster that was the kitchen. Robert had smeared his bloody hand all over the place and was now sitting dazed and leaking on the couch. Oh yeah, stop the bleeding right. Leech waved the giant over and told him to get her a towel which she grabbed to put pressure on the wound.

“AHH DONT TOUCH IT!” Robert hissed like a child afraid of a bandaid.

“You’re going pale I need to stop the bleeding or you'll pass out again.”

She grabbed his hand and wrapped up his wound Robert watched intently eyes flicking up to her then back to his hand. He felt warm.

“All right this is gonna get a little jankey but let me get some duct tape to hold the towel on there.” she said and let out an exhausted laugh “Jesus fucking christ what a disaster.”

Bubba stood over Robert and held out his dismembered finger which he had helped place in a bag of ice.

“PEN-NEE FINGUH” he said happily hoping that his kindness would help the former clown forgive him faster for what happened earlier.

“Uh thanks..” Robert awkwardly took the bag and set it on the coffee table staring at his severed appendage.

“Ok hold it out I'm going to wrap it up tight. Thank you for the help Bubba.” Leech smiled at the giant.

“BUHBUH CWEAN PEN-NEE AN WEECH EET” The giant set their neglected pancakes on the coffee table. They weren't hot… more lukewarm really.. but she was starving and she hadn't had human food in months.

Leech finished wrapping Robert’s hand only to notice he was watching her and to her surprise he was actually blushing a bit. The former clown’s face was hot and his chest felt tight, breathing was a bit difficult. He was embarrassed to be this vulnerable, power was so important for him and to be bested by kitchenware especially in front of her… but the way she held onto his hand and the way she teased him about it while laughing….It made him feel tingly but in a good way. He was feeling all these strange emotions at once but the strongest most prominent one he felt now made his human heart thud loudly in his chest. Was this what she felt all the time? For him? He had loved her in his own way before but he never felt it like a human did. Not until now.

“Hey ruffles you're doing your day dreaming thing again.” her voice broke him from his haze she still held onto his hand and Robert closed his free fingers around her’s smiling a bit to himself. He felt the urge to grab onto the former vampire and hold her tight against him. He just wanted to engulf her completely but he sat still in his seat deciding instead to watch her with curiosity. It was all over for him when she kissed the bandage on his hand. That’s it. He had to touch her.

Robert burst from his seated position and grabbed Leech by the face roughly kissing her. He pressed her into the corner of the sofa aggressively moving his mouth against hers. Tongues explored each other and new hair was roughly pulled and tangled in fists. When they finally broke away Robert sat back staring at her panting without saying a word.

“Uh you're welcome?” Leech laughed straightening out her hair and Robert actually chuckled a bit to himself at her joke. She pulled his face back over to look at her’s tracing his cheekbone with her thumb.

“You know what humans call that feeling?”

“The heart racing warm one?”

“That’s love Robert Gray.” she laughed and kissed him again. Looks like they'd be having cold pancakes for breakfast.

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BIG BOY HAD A BIG DAY! Not ever a full hour of being human and he already passed out and cut his finger off. What a great start for clownboi. Chucky is so jealous tho poor guy. Robert is basically that stupid sexy Flanders moment from the Simpsons. Or Toki from Metalocalypse when they all stop jerking off. Chucky really wants to voodoo body jack dat ass and he’s super embarrassed about it. Im so stoked for this new mini plot. Then I plan on finishing the christmas adventure with the paranormal investigators. I finally got some stuff for that one too!

[drunkendragons]

The Room Where It Happened

When they pulled up in front of Joseph Pulitzer’s office, Crutchie was more than confused. And that’s where he was sitting now, directly in front one of the men who initiated the strike with three of his most hated people lurking around him. --//-- (yo @jackscrutchie  @thesilveralec  and @magnusrayne heres that angst fic i told you about on anon ;D ) Also for Clarification!! This starts just before the scene where Jack invites Pulitzer to the rally and then runs through it so if you see some Familiar Quotes then thats why! <3 --//--

The Delanceys had come to get him in the morning, pulling him off the top bunk and dragging him out of his room in the Refuge, with barely enough time to grab his crutch. All the other kids watched on with worried eyes. People who left usually weren’t living when they were carried out. And even when they were, the Delanceys weren’t the one to come and get them.

He was put in the back of a car he recognised and his heart pounded in his ears. His eyes glanced around nervously, not that there was anything about this car he could forget. Morris Delancey clambered into the back seat with him while his brother got into the front. Another man got into the driver’s seat. Crutchie shuffled a little further away from it, holding his crutch across his chest. “Where-” He paused, clearing his throat, glancing at the one person in the car he was afraid of. “Where are we going?” “You’ll find out.” Oscar growled from the front as the car started to move. “I wasn’t askin’ you.” Crutchie growled back, instantly regretting it. “Someone asked to see you. We offered to take you there ourselves.” Morris’s smile was anything but cheerful. “Why?” He asked. The people surrounding him just laughed. He glanced at the rear-view mirror and met with the eyes of Snyder. His heart only got faster and louder. When they pulled up in front of Joseph Pulitzer’s office, Crutchie was more than confused.

And that’s where he was sitting now, directly in front one of the men who initiated the strike with three of his most hated people lurking around him.

"Charlie. Andrew. Morris." Pulitzer punctuated his words by tapping on the desk.

"Joseph. Middle Name. Pulitzer." Crutchie replied, tapping his foot on the floor with a cheeky grin.

"Very funny. If you don’t mind, Charl--"

"Crutchie."

"-Crutchie." Pulitzer practically hissed at being interrupted, which only made Crutchies grin widen. "I have a few questions I'd like you to answer."

"Do I got a choice?" Snyder stepped out from behind the desk, indicating that the answer to his query was a solid and definite 'no.' Pulitzer waved his hand and an old, grey haired man dropped a folded newspaper into Crutchies lap.

He didn’t need to unfold it to see the bright smiles and grubby faces of his family.

"They did it." Crutchie breathed in awe, and then he laughed. "They did it! They got in the papes!" He celebrated, momentarily forgetting where he was. He held the paper close, looking at Davey and Les and Specs and Romeo and- Jack. His eyes welled, seeing his family so happy. He stared down at the picture, trying to commit every detail to memory.

"Charlie!" A loud shout interrupted his thoughts, and he looked up from the paper to see an impatient looking Pulitzer.

"Crutchie. You got no right callin’ me that." Crutchie growled at the name, slightly scrunching the newspapers edges.

"Crutchie. You obviously recognise the boys in the photo. Tell me, which one is Davey Jacobs?" Pulitzer asked him, motioning to the paper in his hands.

Crutchie went from confused to concerned in a matter of two seconds.

"Why?" Crutchie asked in reply, voiced laced with suspicion. "What business've you got with 'im?"

"No business, just curiosity." Pulitzer folded his hands onto the desk. Crutchie laughed.

"Yeah, an' I’ve got two workin' legs. What’s the real reaso-"

"Mr Snyder."

Crutchie was thrust forward suddenly, his face being held to the desk. He yelled out in shock, trying to pry his way out. His crutch clattered to the floor.

"Crutchie!" Katherine cried out, which lead Crutchie to wonder when she had arrived. "Let him go, he hasn’t d-"

With a raise of his hand, Pulitzer stopped her pleading.

"I don’t want to hurt you, Charlie. Really, I don't. But there are three people in this room that would do so with a smile. You can avoid a whole lot of pain if you just tell us wh-"

"I aint tellin' you nothin!" Crutchie shouted, his face crushed into the desk.

"Hmm. What a pity."

Crutchie felt a pull on his hair as his head was lifted off the desk and promptly slammed back onto it. He cried out, feeling his skin break. He blinked back the tears. He refused to cry in front of these bastards. He heard the door open, and the hand on his head released. He promptly threw himself backwards from the desk, grabbing his head as he fell to the floor. Katherine appeared next to him, asking him questions he was too panicked to hear. "Mr Pulitzer!" An unfamiliar voice sounded. "Oh- I didn’t know you had- guests-"

"What is it, Hanna?" Joseph sighed.

"Right! Sir, the boy- Jack Kelly- is here. He said he wants to speak with you."

"Jack?" Both Katherine and Crutchies eyes snapped to Hanna, surprise in their voices.

"Well." Pulitzer smiled, glancing at Crutchie, who looked at him with fear in his eyes. "Ask and he shall be received. Mr Snyder, if you please."

"No, no, no Jacky-boy what are you doin?" Crutchie stammered as he was pulled away from Katherine and dragged into a hiding spot by Snyder, who shoved his crutch into his arms roughly.

"No, no- Jack, he- can’t be here. He can’t." Crutchie stammered, receiving multiple blows to the stomach when he didnt hear Snyder tell him to be quiet. Breathless, he tried to focus on the room. Usually he'd be glad to hear Jacks voice, but today he wanted nothing more than to hear him leave. He listened in on Pulitzer and Jacks conversation, silently chewing on his lip as he tried to remember how to breathe. He heard Katherine speak at one point only for her to be shushed by Pulitzer- no, her father, a fact that Crutchie still hadn’t let sink in- again. He shook his head, making sure he listened.

"I think you're in enough trouble on your own, wouldn’t you say so, Mr Snyder?" Snyder moved, dragging in Crutchie behind him. Crutchie caught a glimpse of Jack as he ran towards the doors only to be shoved back, which is when he saw Crutchie. They locked eyes. Silence.

"Ja-" Crutchie tried to call out, silenced by a punch that left him breathless. He hung his head, the pain from being slammed against the desk, the pain of his leg and his breath being forced out of him being too much.

"Hey!!" Jack shouted at Snyder, furious. “Let him go.” Pulitzer waved a hand at Snyder. Crutchie felt the hands holding him up release and he fell to the floor, coughing.

"Crutchie-" Jack took a step forward, only moving closer when Snyder stepped back behind the desk. “Oh jeez- what did they do t’ you?” Jack whispered, holding Crutchies face in his hands. "Jack-" Crutchie wheezed, barely able to talk, much less breathe. "What are you doin 'ere?"

"Don’t worry ‘bout that right now." Crutchie leaned into his hands, flinching back as the cut on his head made contact with Jack’s fingers. “I’m- fine.” Crutchie tried to hold in his coughs only to fail and make it worse. “You can’t lie when I’ve gotcha blood on my hands, Crutch.” Jack showed him his hand. He was right, his hand was glistening red. Was he really bleeding that badly? He heard someone clear their throat behind them and his eyes filled with fear as he remembered where they were. “Jack, you shouldn’t b-”

"As touching as this reunion is, there is business to attend too, Mr Kelly." Pulitzer interrupted, leaning forward onto his desk. "Allow me to offer you an alternate scenario. You attend this rally and speak against this hopeless strike and I'll see to it that your criminal record is wiped clean and that you have enough money to get you anywhere from here to New Mexico. You did say he wanted to travel west, didn’t you?" Pulitzer glanced at Katherine. Jack stood, sending a slightly accusatory glance at Katherine, his hand on Crutchies shoulder as the boy on the floor leaned against Jack’s legs.

"What about him?” Jack replied

"Well, Charlie-"

"Crutchie." Jack, Katherine and Crutchie himself spoke in unison, some voices weaker and angrier than others.

"..Mr Morris.” Pulitzer growled, close to losing his patience with the three of them. “-will still have to serve his sentence, but I can attempt to have it shortened. However.” Joseph Pulitzer stood and crossed the room in only a few strides, followed somewhat closely by Snyder. Crutchie shuffled in front of Jack on the floor, his eyes fixed on Snyder. “If you choose to defy me, Im sure that he'll have plenty of company in the House of Refuge. Company such as your pal, Davey, and his siblings, torn away from their loving family and tossed to the rats. Will they ever be able to thank you enough?" Pulitzer tutted. Jack glanced at Crutchie, who shook his head. He knew that Pulitzer didn’t know what Davey looked like.

"Jack, he don-" He interrupted himself as he felt pain shoot up his leg. Snyder has stepped forward onto Crutchies leg and off again before he was aware of what had happened. Spots danced in his vision and not the short, angry kind from Brooklyn. Pulitzer turned on his heel and back to his desk.

"Gentlemen, if you would be so kind as to escort Mr Kelly to the cellar so he might reflect in solitude. Mr Snyder, please take our guest here back to his cell in the Refuge, he isn’t needed anymore."

Jack and Crutchie clung to each other like a lifeline as they were ripped apart. Snyder pulled Crutchie to his feet, while the Delanceys tugged Jack in the opposite direction. Both of them tried to move towards the other, which had Crutchie receive blow to the face, rendering him unconscious for a few seconds. Jack stopped, realising that every bad move he made ended up with Crutchie being hurt. “Don’t worry, Crutch. I’ll see you soon.” Jack told him, but his voice was quiet. The two boys looked at each until they were both out of sight. Crutchie was thrown into the back of the car, his crutch hitting him as it was tossed in afterward. His tired mind raced. Jack was still with Pulitzer and the Delanceys. Katherine was Pulitzer’s daughter. Pulitzer wanted Davey for who knows what. He heard Snyder laugh from the front seat, despite not registering whatever he had said beforehand. He quietly prayed to gods he barely believed in that Jack would be smart enough not to take the deal. Crutchie thought about the look on Jacks face when he saw Snyder, and his face when he saw him. He thought about the picture in the newspaper. He thought about not getting to see his family again, the thought chilling him to the core. He curled himself up into a ball on the floor of the car, trying not to vomit. He was terrified for the safety of his family and himself and for Jack and Davey and he was so fucking tired. He knew he couldn’t sleep here. Not while there were monsters nearby. He let himself do the only thing he could. In the back of the devils car, on his way back to hell on Earth, Charlie Andrew Morris buried his bloodied face in his hands and wept.

[itsworn]

A real-deal 1955 gasser that’s been there and done that

It’s unbearably hot at the aptly named Meltdown Drags in Byron, Illinois. It’s mid-summer and the July air feels like you’re wearing a backpack blast furnace aimed to discharge right down the nape of your neck. Luckily for all here at the show, cool rides are more than plentiful, and just that fact alone makes this “Meltdown” very bearable.

There are race cars of every denomination and brand here at Byron Dragway; many of them are jacked up, big power, straight-axle dragstrip freaks, ready to take on the nationwide competition. But there’s one in particular that immediately catches our eyes, and our ears.

Backing out of its rolling metal cell comes the Night Stalker, a gassed-up ’55 Chevy, complete with straight-axle, piloted by South Carolinian Greg Porter. You can tell this Bel Air is no newbie on the block; it’s got battle scars and enough rough edges to prove that it’s been around the tree, and down the pipe quite often. Those “beauty marks” are there from years on the road, doing what it was built to do; and doing it one dragstrip at a time.

Greg’s gasser is seeing a lot of action now, but there have been plenty of ups and downs in the life of this ’55 Chevy. Greg is just the third owner of this bare-bones Tri-Five, and personally knows the past owner and the history made by this well-used Chevy hardtop; a ride that never strayed far from its original home base in South Carolina.

Tales from the Strip A guy named John Lollis bought the Bel Air-trimmed Chevy hardtop new in 1955, and while the car still possessed its new car smell, it was turned into a race car. He ran it in the Southeast as a Stocker, with local legend Dude Moore of Piedmont, South Carolina, handling the driving duties. The car did well, and John continued to campaign it as a Stocker for the first eight years of its life. In 1963, John decided to sell the ’55, and Dude stepped up and purchased the car for himself. He then decided to do something a little bit different with the ride. He turned the hardtop into a gasser, running B/Gas and C/Gas up until 1970. The Tri-Five was never lettered up, and ran inconspicuously in the southern states under Dude’s command. “The car won everywhere we took it to as long as it didn’t break down,” states Dude. Tracks like Greer, Spartanburg, Ware Shoals, and Fort Shoals dragways were this Chevy’s favorite stomping grounds.

After Dude’s tenure with the Chevy, the car was decommissioned and put out to pasture. It sat from 1970 to 2005, and then was sold, shopped, and swapped around until it was bought by Dude’s son, who parked it out in the woods by his father’s house. There the hardtop would wait for the next chapter in the book of its life. Enter southern hot rodder Greg Porter.

Stalked and Found Greg was just 14 when he first met Dude, while the youngster was working at the Robins Tire Store in his hometown. Dude took care of the boss’ racer and was often seen in and around the store. The guys ran into each other once again many years later one night at a local car cruise-in. Their conversation soon turned to the old ’55 hardtop. Greg had seen it sitting in the woods and was interested in buying it. Luckily for him, Dude was interested in selling it … well, as long as it went to the right person. Greg had just started on a gasser project, but thought resurrecting Dude’s old ride was a better idea so he made an offer for the Chevy. Dude accepted it with one stipulation; Greg couldn’t sell it off. “I paid Dude $3,000 for that rusty thing; no engine or trans either. No one wanted to pull that thing out of the woods, not even for free,” laughs Greg. A week later the much-maligned ’55 was brought to Greg’s body shop in Greenville, South Carolina. Greg promised Dude the car would be returned to all its former glory, and Dude knew that Greg was just the guy to pull it off.

The car came with both a complete steel and fiberglass front clip. Another plus were two vintage magnesium 15×10 rims sitting in the trunk. Some of its ’60’s race era modifications were still present on the car, and Greg was going to make sure that they stayed as a permanent part of the reclaimed racer. The motor mounts, fiberglass buckets, ’30 Model A straight-axle, 2×3 tubing trailing arms, and sheetmetal modifications were all there, and Greg’s goal was to get it roadworthy and preserve its original dragstrip pedigree as much as possible.

  Since there was no powertrain with the car when Greg got it, new running gear had to be built. For the Night Stalker’s motorvation, Greg whipped up a rodder’s recipe of goodies. It starts with a small-block punched out to 434 cubes from Fulton Competition Race Engines in Spartanburg, South Carolina. The rotating assembly consists of a Scat forged crank, Oliver rods, and JR pistons. The cylinders are topped with Fulton 18-degree heads and the combo produces a hefty 14:1 compression. An Edelbrock tunnel-ram intake sits high on the block and is topped with a pair of 660-cfm Holleys. A custom-grind Isky cam gets the valves jumping in sync. Greg used a set of Toby Porter-built headers for that period-correct coolness; the pipes basted in hot orange heat resistant paint for added affect. An MSD ignition with a built-in rev limiter supplies the spark.

An original Moon tank supplies the go juice for this ’60’s time machine and a Griffin radiator keeps it all nice and cool; even in during those Southeast heatwaves. To top it all off, the engine was set back 16 inches for better weight distribution. This potent small-block combo is good for 900 hp at the rear wheels. A Hightower Racing Transmissions-built four-speed tranny with a Boninfante clutch gets this ride through the gears. A ’60 Ford 9-inch rear with a Moser chunk and axles sends the power out to the rear corners.

Dude’s original 15×10 American Racing magnesium wheels, shod in Mickey Thompson slicks, were reinstalled and put the power to the pavement. Up front, a pair of 15×3.5 magnesium wheels, covered in Mickey Thompson skinnies, help keep this ride pointed in the right direction. Wilwood brakes up front and Ford drum brakes out back help bring this 2,800-pound monster to a halt. For the straight-axle, Greg reused that ’30 Ford Model A front axle and wishbones the Chevy was wearing when he purchased it.

Period touches include Dude’s original pedal assembly in the cockpit, along with much of the custom sheetmetal. The yellow-tinted side glass was with the car when Greg got it and he added yellow-tinted plexi windows as well. The fiberglass buckets were also part of Dude’s racer, as were the 2×3-inch tube trailing arms. On the dash there is a permanent reminder of a bad day at the track in 1965, when the flywheel let loose and came through the dash. That must have been fairly exciting.

  The final touch was working on the exterior. The car was already green when he bought it, which was much to Greg’s liking. So he kept it, just cleaning up the body and touching up the crude green paint at his own body shop in Greenville. “Dude really wanted it painted nice and slick, but I liked the old green paint,” says Greg. Then local graphic artist Charles Tyre hand painted the lettering and Night Stalker graphics on the car. Many of the stickers are vintage items, and have been on the car since it was raced. It was Greg who came up with the Night Stalker moniker. “I always loved Frankenstein when I was a kid growing up and wanted to have that reference on the car. It helped that that car was green,” says Greg.

Period-Perfect Prowler Once the car was finished 10 weeks later, it was time for testing. “First outing I played with it on the street in front of the shop. It was kinda’ spooky on the road so I figured I better take it to the dragstrip,” says Greg. He also remembers that there wasn’t even another gasser around, and most people in the area didn’t even know what one was. “It really started a spark around here after a while. I always had a passion for the straight-axle,” he says.

Greg managed to get the gasser out to the Goodguys show in Charlotte a few weeks later where it scored two awards. “I called Dude from the show and told him I won the awards, and he drove down and picked them up,” says Greg. Actually, Dude is pretty proud of Greg and his Night Stalker. Even at 82 he’s very spry and goes to Greg’s shop regularly. He even coached Greg through the rebuild process so he got the “restoration” right.

Then the Night Stalker hit the track. The first stop was Ware Shoals Dragway, formerly known as Starlight Dragway; one of the strips that Dude used to bring the ’55. “We grudge raced it at first,” says Greg. And now, he just can’t believe the outpouring of support for the Night Stalker. “No one knew the fan base it would have. I didn’t have a clue how the car was going to take off,” he continues.

Today, the Night Stalker hits the major events across the country. The Meltdown Drags in Byron, Illinois, is a major stop each year. And the car rarely fails to deliver the goods. His best time in the eighth-mile is 5.60 at 124 mph, which is nearly 2 seconds faster than Dude’s best time back in the day. “It’s funny, but when I bought the car Dude asked me what I was going to do with it. I said I was going to race it. He just laughed. But he ain’t laughing now,” says Greg. Yeah, no one is; and especially the guy in the other lane.

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