#i got mindy and of course it's fuck option

[uncontrol-freak]

spin the wheel, get a DH2 / DotO character

sorry guys there are no inbetweens

[sunnyie-eve]

Ghostface Attacks(pt.1)

Series: Fondness | Scream

Paring: (Chad Meeks-Martin x OFC Hicks! Ethan Landry x OFC Hicks!)

Word Count: 1659

Warnings: language, mention of attack, overprotective Chad, Vince being creepy

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"You sure you don't want to stay the night?" Tara asks as Lexi gets up from the couch.

"You know how my mom is. I wish I could." Lexi gives her a sad smile, "Ask Amber. She's come over if you tell her about the liquor being unlocked."

"Yeah." Tara agrees with both statements Lexi said getting her stuff to head out.

"I still can't believe your mother left you here alone. I still stand by that she's a shitty mother." Lexi opens the front door.

"I'll be fine. Not the first time and you know that. I'll just make me dinner and watch something else." Tara holds the door open, "Text me when you get home, okay?"

"Of course. Love you." Lexi head out.

"Love you too." Tara watches her then shut the door going to make dinner and text Amber.

When Lexi gets home Wes pulls her into a hug, "You're okay!" He squeezes her tightly confusing her.

"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Mom had to leave in a rush. There was a call about neighbors hearing screaming and house alarms coming from Tara's." He explains to her.

"What?!" She panics calling her mother to ask what's going on.

Turns out Tara was attacked by someone wearing a Ghostface mask and was in really bad shape from fighting back. They said she was fine and rushed into surgery.

-

"Why the hell are we at school? Tara is alone at the hospital." Lexi says sitting on the picnic table.

"Weren't you the last person to see Tara before the attack?" Amber looks over at her so Mindy and Wes do too.

"Yes, but I didn't attack her. I went home. Why the hell would I attack her? She's my best friend. I've been her friend a lot longer than you bitch." Lexi gets defensive.

"Calm down, Lex." Wes sighs as his phone rings getting up to take it.

"Stop staring at me." Lexi glares at Amber.

The two have never gotten along since Tara became friends with both of them. They never gotten along and never will.

When Wes comes back he says it was Sam that called and said she's coming to see Tara which makes Amber talk shit.

"All I'm saying is, with everything going on right now, I think it's time we take our relationship to the next, most intimate level." Chad and Liv walk over sitting at the table Lexi was sitting on she moves over.

"He wants me to accept his Find My Fam request." Liv says.

"It's the smartest option with a would-be-killer on the loose. You know exactly where I am and I know exactly where you are. For example, I know Lexi was walking home when Tara was attacked." Chad explains to Liv.

"Why were you stalking her? Why do you even have her?" Liv tilts her head.

"Because she my friend and I wanted to make sure she got home safely. Before anyone asks I knew Lexi was with Tara because she told me her plans." Chad makes that clear. "Also, your mother just interrogated me about Tara's attempted murder, which was very fun."

"I'm sure she's asking everybody. I mean, Ghostface is back." Wes tells him.

"The press still isn't saying Ghostface." Mindy tells him.

"Our mom doesn't want to cause a panic." Lexi looks at her.

"It'll get out by the second or third killing."

"Jesus, Mindy, there wasn't a first killing. Tara's alive." Amber looks at her disgusted.

"Mmm. I mean, she could still die. Or the killer could come back for her." Mindy adds.

"Fuck! Mindy, come on." Chad adds.

"Just arm up, okay? Pepper spray, check. Taser, check." Wes makes it clear.

"Girlfriend repellent, check." Amber says making everyone laugh but Lexi.

"Hey, Liv. Isn't that the guy you hooked up with last summer? Vince?" Lexi sees him.

"Yeah. He worked with me and Tara." She says.

"He worked with Tara?" Amber asks.

"He's been stalking my Instagram the last couple of weeks, posting the creepiest shit." Liv adds.

"He's been DMing me shit asking if I want to meet up with him." Lexi shows Liv the DMs so she makes a face.

"Probably time to introduce him to Hobbs and Shaw." Chad shows his muscles off.

"Maybe not the best idea to incite violence right in front of the sheriff." Liv says and Amber points out Chad's bruises and he says they're from football practice.

"Tara's awake. She just texted." Wes looks at his phone and everyone but Liv goes with him.

Everyone was glad to see Tara was doing okay and Lexi said she was sorry for going home so Tara told he it's not her fault.

Later when Sam showed up with her boyfriend everybody hugs Sam, "These are Chad and Mindy the twins. And Wes and Lexi the other set of twins. I used to babysit them all." Sam introduces them to her boyfriend.

"Which is always how I like to be introduced." Wes says making his sister laugh while Sam says hi to Amber.

They all leave but Sam to give Tara some rest, "I say we go play some pool." Chad suggests.

"Oh, yes. Because that's smart." Lexi rolls her eyes walking ahead of everyone.

"What's her problem?" Chad asks because normally they were always super close. Well until he started dating Liv.

"Guilty she failed at killing Tara." Amber smiles.

"She didn't attack Tara, Amber!" Chad shouts at her, "She wouldn't do that to her." Chad walks off going after Lexi.

"Why is he so defensive towards her?"

"Because they used to be best friends." Mindy sighs knowing why they aren't close anymore.

While Lexi gets to the car Chad grabs her arm, "Look, I know you're worried about a killer out there but if we all just stick together."

"I'll give you that but why go out when Tara was attacked? She my best friend." She looks back at the hospital.

"Thought I was?"

"You're one of them just like Mindy. I can have more than one best friend." Lexi explains to him.

"I get that but for many years I was at the top of the list. Now I seem to be at the bottom of the list."

"I wonder why? And whose fault that is?" She looks at him, "You, Chad. You started acting weird and drifted a bit." She says as the rest catch up so Wes and her get in the car and head off to where everyone wanted to hangout.

Everyone hangs out at the pool table while Lexi stayed in sight wanting to be alone. "Why aren't you with your little friends?" Vince walks up to Lexi.

"Because I want to be alone and you are ruining that for me. So if you could please leave me alone?" Lexi plays with her drink.

"Come on, let's go have some fun."

"Dude, I don't know you like Liv does with y'all summer fling. All I know is you're older than us which makes you a creep named Vince." She give him a smile, "Who is related to Stu Macher. I did my digging because you keep messaging me. Your mom was his older sister." She says as the group over some ways talk about suspects.

"I still say it's Lexi." Amber looks at Wes.

"Why are you looking at me?" Wes asks confused, "Look over at Lexi with the guy that hooked up with Liv." He says pointing over at her, "Wait." He realizes who was talking to her.

"Hey, uglier Michael Myers. Leave her alone." Chad walks over to where the two were.

"Sorry but we're talking. You were over there with Liv. You can have her because I found somebody better." Vince walks forward.

"Umm, no you didn't." Lexi makes a face.

"I don't fucking care if you two are talking. Clearly she doesn't want anything to do with you." Chad gets closer to him.

"Lex, come on, babe." Vince touches Lexi's arm.

"Don't fucking talk or touch her. I don't want to fucking hear your god damn voice." Chad pulls Lexi about of her seat away from Vince.

"Shut the fuck up." Vince pulls out she switch blade.

"Stop it." Lexi pulls in Chad arm, "Vince, please stop." She begs him as the bartender tells everyone to get out.

"Did you see that shit?" Chad turns to the group.

"I can't believe you. I didn't need your fucking help Chad." Lexi hits his arm before heading out of the bar.

"You didn't need my help? He was clearly bothering you." He follows her.

"Okay, but I didn't ask for your help. You acted like a protective boyfriend which is stupid because I'm not your girlfriend, Liv is. And he wasn't even bothering her. Liv, did you think he needed to step in?" Lexi looks over at her standing with Wes and Mindy.

"She's right. She didn't need your help technically. They were just talking and she looked like she made it clear she wasn't leaving with him."

"Seriously? You're taking her side on this? Wes? Mindy?" Chad asks them now.

"I know Lexi and she can handle herself, Chad." Mindy tells her brother.

"If she needed help she would have came to us." Wes says in his sisters side.

"Sorry I was being a good friend." He looks back at Lexi.

"Wes, let's go home." Lexi gets in the car.

At home it was just Wes and Lexi so she just makes herself a snack to take to her room. "Okay, what's going on with you and Chad?" Wes walks into her room.

"He's that started acting different so we're just not super duper close anymore." She turn on her tv which Wes stands in front of, "Move dude."

"No. What even happened for things to change?"

"How am I supposed to know? I don't share a brain with him." She huffs.

[oysters-aint-for-me]

(Tw fictional suicide) Omg fellow Good Place finale disliker? I don't like how it resolves literally every problem in the afterlife and gives the main characters anything they want for as long as they want it, up to and including inventing Suicide 2 in case they get bored of eternal happiness. It's an unsatisfying ending for me after so much of the show was about how human life is short and imperfect.

oooh my god like i said don't even get me STARTED on why i hated the good place finale EXCEPT I WILL

okay so like you said - i hated that the solution to the afterlife was literally just eternal bliss plus the Suicide 2 Electric Boogaloo Door. like. that solved no problems, really. people cannot live in eternal bliss without it become not blissful at some point. and the solution to that CAN'T just be "go through the suicide door!" because oh my god that is SO SIMPLE and also, like, would make the people left behind sad, which would mean life wasn't blissful for them anymore, making it no longer the good place, you know? like...life has to be a LITTLE hard in order for the moments of joy to be, well, enjoyable. i really believed that the writers knew this and that the solution to the good place wouldn't be just "heaven with the option to die at the end"

second of all they did NOTHING to revamp the points system. people "on earth" were judged by the exact same parameters that had been the problem in the first place. the points system was flawed. in SO MANY WAYS. and the show acknowledged those ways! and yet. it stayed exactly the same.

my third and biggest problem with the ending was the "series of trials" that they decided to put everyone through after their "first life" on earth. you know, like, someone would live on earth, die, and then their points would be their points. then that someone would be tested over and over and over again until they became a better person and got into the good place. i have several issues with that but for now i'll talk about just three

how fucked up is that?! think of all the times the main four humans learned that they were actually in the bad place, or actually being tested, or whatever. they were ALWAYS unhappy about it. OF COURSE. also - they almost always figured it out. so they're just expecting no one else to pick up on a scheme that someone picked up on ALMOST EVERY TIME in beta? with no improvements?

in one episode, in the middle of all the reboots, they're at mindy st. claire's medium place house after they've figured out (again) that they're actually being tortured and rebooted. chidi says to eleanor something like "this is an epistemological nightmare. we keep getting rebooted so we can't actually learn anything because we can't remember." AND YET THAT IS EXACTLY THE SOLUTION HE PROPOSES - the series of trials after death, the rebooting, all of it. and everyone agrees to it. they only add the caveat that people will be able to hear a "little voice" that tells them to do the right thing, and that "little voice" will learn over time - but that feels like a cop out. that doesn't actually help US HUMANS who are WATCHING THE SHOW improve

the solution doesn't fix anything on earth! everyone on earth can go on being an asshole or whatever, or trying to be good and ultimately failing, and the world will just keep getting worse, while people improve ONLY in the afterlife through their series of trials?! come ON. you're just making a million multiverses for each person that dies while completely ignoring what is happening on earth. the earth is unimportant in the good place finale. no one gets better there, no one learns. okay, fine, whatever, earth sucks - except earth is where the VIEWERS of the SHOW live, and we'd like to learn how to be good in a world that is increasingly too complicated to support being good, thank you very much.

i guess my thing is like, how does the ending help US? what does it teach US about doing good on earth, with all its confusion and complications? all it teaches us is to "listen to the little voice," but real ethics isn't as simple as that. REAL moral problems aren't as simple. i guess maybe i was expecting too much from a network sitcom, but i really felt like i'd been tricked or something. i thought i was watching something more intelligent than it really was.

[rollingsins]

Hello dear!

Back with some Quinn shenanigans, I am ready!

Poor Sam! She deserves better than to hear Pookie and R go at it every second of the day. She can come take refuge in my bed...

Ugh. Right now I really don't like Tara. She's so mean towards Sam and unnecessarily rude. Tara get it together. Just be nice to her for ONCE please.

...and a murderous psychopath as a sister. Poor Sammy really has a tough life.

QUINN MADE A COMEBACK!! I'm lowkey very excited because I want Tara to be pissed and fuming. She's acting like a little bitch right now. Sam supremacy!!

When is Tara not in a mood. OMFG TARA I WILL BEAT YOUR ASS!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SHIT! Damn, I NEVER thought I would hate Tara but here I am absolutely fuming. Sam is trying to help!! Thank God R stepped in. She's the real one. R supremacy!!

LOL SHE DID WHAT AS A CHILD!!! Plus point for Tara again because that's actually hilarious 😂

Yeah you go Mindy! Be a truther and let Sam know that she is clearly the better Carpenter sister.

UGHH I'm THIS close 👌🏻 to launching through the screen and whooping Tara's ass. How can she be so ungrateful??

I just want to take Sam into my arms and make her forget about her awful sister.

"Balls aren't the only option" I'm a Quinn stan now. I gotta give it to her, she's very persistent!

Mindy and Sam are the friend duo I never knew I needed!! Love them.

No, Tara that's not how it goes. Sam deserves to be treated with kindness and respect. 2 things you clearly don't know the definition of.

NOOO SAM DON'T CRY PLEASE!! You have Mindy and R, both love you! And me if you want. Fuck Tara and her bitchy ass mood.

Oooh Sammy's gay side is coming through! Love to see it.

Damn, I really feel for Sam here. No one really appreciates what she does and her sister seems to hate her. Quinn is giving her the attention and human contact she craves. Of course she caves in and invites the only person who actually wants her. Ms. Asshole Pookie better not insult Sam any further if she finds out or I WILL take her down!

See what you did to me? You turned me from and avid Tara lover to a full time Sam stan now and in not even mad!

Don’t turn on Pookie now, she’s got Dr Colmann and R ganging up on her in therapy 😭

Pookie slander is deserved this chapter, but she will redeem herself! I promise!

Sam is honestly Stan worthy, not mad about it. Hope you like vegan treats on that side of the fence

[shyneanon]

Here's a prompt: Your Mafia Sans and the MC somehow end up under some mistletoe. Does he manage to get a kiss? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Heheh, this was really fun. Thank you for this request. Consider this an unofficial, non-canon chapter of The Boss’ Daughter.

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You didn’t mind Christmas parties too much.

Those present weren’t always from the mafia. They just thought your father… wasn’t. So it meant that not everyone was walking around with a gun tucked underneath their coat. You felt safer. And you got a taste of what normal life was like, at least for the wealthy. People always said normal life was boring. Which was too bad, you guessed. But you would relish it while you had the chance.

Mindy wasn’t here. She wanted to be, but her parents had taken her to a different party. So you occasionally engaged in small talk with other guests; it wasn’t very interesting, but you were used to it. And at least it was with normal people who worked honest jobs. It was what you liked to hear the most about. People’s boring, pencil-pushing jobs, where there was mundane gossip and coworkers who were mildly annoying.

Eventually, though, you wanted to be alone with your thoughts. This wasn’t your house, so you couldn’t go upstairs, but you did want to explore. It was a big and beautiful estate, certainly.

The owners must’ve really loved Christmas, because the mansion wasn’t just decorated where the party took place. There were decorations everywhere. But you were more interested in the old painted portraits and the intricate designs on the walls. Hm.

“Hey, doll.”

…

Oh my fucking God.

No. Not here. Surely he wasn’t here. It was like… some cruel and powerful force just wanted you to be nagged by him constantly. You turned around, desperately hoping you were mistaken, but Sans’ voice was deep and smooth in a way most people couldn’t match.

Sure enough, it was him. As usual, you had to look up to meet his gaze.

“What?” you immediately snapped, although you actually hadn’t meant to sound that hostile.

He blinked. “Good to see you too.”

For some reason, you said, “Sorry,” then made to backtrack… but changed your mind. Your tone had been more rude than intended. Well, you were at a party, so hopefully you could just remain cordial and he wouldn’t try anything funny.

… Oh who were you kidding, of course he was going to try something funny. But you could try to delay it.

So you smiled politely. “Sorry, you scared me. How are you?”

“I’m good,” he said, though he had a brow raised.

“Is something wrong?”

“Yeah, yer doin’ that thing.”

You blinked. “Doing what thing?”

“Th’ thing where you pretend tah like me.”

Your polite smile faltered. How were you supposed to respond to something like that?

He shrugged. “You don’t gotta put on the cute fake smile, sweetheart. It’s just us. I like when yer honest.” He winked. “Even if it’s mean.”

Well, fine then.

“My father’s here,” you said. “You do know that, right?”

“Dammit, doll, always with your dad. Jus’ forget about him.”

“He’s in charge of my whole life,” you said. “Forgetting about him isn’t really an option.”

“When he’s not around he ain’t in control of anything. Ya can make yer own choices.”

You avoided eye contact. That was technically true, and you wanted to do whatever you pleased, but if he found out, who knew what he would—

“Wanna try it right now?”

You looked back up at Sans with a wary expression. “What are you talking about?”

He pointed up, and you looked up at the very, very high ceiling, hanging from which was a very small cluster… of mistletoe.

“You have got to be kidding me,” you muttered.

“Papa ain’t around,” said Sans, his arms folded behind his back. He rocked back and forth on his heels for a moment. He would’ve looked like a shy schoolboy were it not for the grin on his face. “Ya can do whatever ya want.”

“And if he comes around the corner right now?” you said. Why were you even bothering? You just needed to say no and head back to the party.

“Ya just tell him it wasn’t consensual.”

You could feel the horror on your face. “He would shoot you right here, and no one would go to your funeral besides your brother.”

“I mean,” he said, “that second bit’s gonna happen regardless.”

He said it casually, but that was actually… rather sad.

His smile softened. You were unused to seeing it like this.

“Jus’ one kiss?” he asked.

You just stared. You opened your mouth to tell him to fuck off but for some reason you couldn’t form the words.

“Jus’ cuz you hafta,” he said. “Not cuz you wanna.”

He gave you a knowing wink. Was he implying that you wanted to kiss him? As if. You looked him up and down.

“It’s tradition,” he said.

Well… it is tradition.

“J… just because I have to,” you told him. That was stupid and you knew it. Anyone could come around the corner right now, and if anyone saw your father would know about it pretty quickly.

But… it was custom….

“Mmkay,” said Sans. It was oddly quiet.

He reached up and cupped your cheek. You were surprised that he wasn’t just grabbing you and kissing you. You weren’t sure which would be better worse.

His hand was so big. He was so big.

So why weren’t you scared?

He tilted your chin up and leaned down without hesitation. For some reason your heart was picking up. You suddenly started to worry. You had never kissed anyone before. When were you supposed to close your eyes? Before or after contact? Was it possible to miss the person’s face entirely? How long were you supposed to kiss for? At what point did it begin to—

His teeth touched your lips and you froze for a second, your body feeling several sharp jolts of energy. This would be strange if you didn’t kiss back, right? It would be uncomfortable. So you did.

To your surprise, he was gentle. His thumb stroked your cheek and you found yourself leaning up towards him more. You felt… warm, inside. Did he always kiss girls like this? Of course he did. That was what you were to him, right? Just another…

You felt a pair of hands on your waist and some sharp teeth gently biting down on your lip. Your heart leapt in your chest. You made a soft sound of surprise and he chuckled.

What a stupid laugh.

Your back was pressed against something and two large arms wrapped around you, holding you in a firm and steady but gentle grip. You immediately melted into it, your heart going a thousand miles a minute. As your hands reached up and ran themselves along the soft fabric of a suit, eventually wrapping themselves around a neck, you let out a soft sigh that Sans returned, although his was far deeper. Those teeth gently bit down again and your hands clutched fistfuls of his suit, and you realized you hadn’t run out of air yet. How long had you been kissing for? Had you kissed more than once?

Wait a second, you were… you were kissing-- What the hell are you doing?! Your eyes opened and you saw that his face was red. You were both up against the wall and in his arms.

Your lips broke contact with his teeth, and Sans spoke.

“Baby, I… I think I—“

You shoved him off and he let go, looking confused. Your face was burning. You looked down the hallway, terror replacing… whatever it was you’d been feeling two seconds ago. Fuck! Someone could have seen you! What the hell was wrong with you?

A large hand fell on your shoulder. “Sweetheart, it’s OK—“

“No,” you said, pulling away from him. “No it’s not.”

You fixed your hair, trying not to look at him, and rubbed your cheeks as if you could wipe the blush off. You straightened your dress.

“Doll, I… I want to tell you—“

“I don’t want to hear,” you said, your voice wavering. “Goodbye. Merry Christmas.”

You made your way back to the party, but you made the mistake of taking a glance back. Sans was just watching you leave. Was the usual twinkle in his eyelights missing?

No. In fact, that had never happened. You would just… pretend it had never happened.

You grabbed a glass of champagne and started to drink, trying not to look too eager about it.

[mightyfineblog]

Mob!AU Bohemian Rhapsody fan fiction

(Joe, Gwilym, Rami and Ben x Reader)

Summary:You’re just a simple girl, who happens to be in the wrong place in the wrong time. Your life gets a complete turnaround when you are sucked into the mob world of guns, violence, death and no mercy. You have to learn their ways if you want to stay alive, but will that help when you meet the Don? The boss of all mob bosses?

Words: 7k+ Warnings: lots of strong language, mature themes, graphic violence, graphic death, weapons, contraband  ; Smut and kinks; some slowburn moments.

Who’s who:

Ben - The Gun

Joe - Mad Joe

Gwilym - The Brains

Rami - Nitro

Manchini - rival gang leader

and you (the reader) of course!

A/n: Please, leave me any kind of feedback if you liked the story. I am grateful for criticism, recommendations, ideas, everything. So you if got something you want to say, or just stop by and say hi. I’m always here for you. <3

Now, to the fanfic, here is one bloody long fanfiction. Enjoy:

“I’m going to need somebody to cover the delivery tonight. Make sure everything runs smooth. Can’t trust ‘em Manchini’s.” Ben took a puff and tapped his cigarette in the overflowing ashtray.

“I’ll take it, boss. In a need of some distraction anyway. One Manchini down could do me some good.” Joe stood  up energetically from the table.

“Mad Joe.” Ben’s  was voice warningly stern.

“Accidental explosions happen...” Joe lifted his arms in the air playfully.

“Just make sure, the shipment is in line.” Ben quirked his left eyebrow.

“Toodles” Joe waved his hand over the shoulder leaving the room.

The rest of the men stood there in silence until they finished their smokes.

“It’s just a lot on his head right now.” Gwilym spoke first.

“He’s doing pretty damn well, considering… well everything.” Rami shook his head.

“Yeah.” Ben nodded with his lips pressed together. “He better get through this sooner than later.”

“It’s been less than a month. Give him some more time. Go easy on him.” Gwilym tried to convince Ben.

“Can’t you see than I am?” Ben muttered through gritted teeth. “Just. Go after him. Make sure he won’t shoot somebody for whatever reason.” Ben exhaled deeply rubbing his eyebrows.

“Alright.” Gwilym agreed and left the room as quickly as possible.

“You look like you need a drink boss.” Rami taped Ben on the shoulder. He nodded in response.

“I’ll meet you down at the club. Need to take care of something first.” Ben lit another cigarette.

Rami left the room, leaving Ben alone on the round table. He sat there staring into the nothing until his smoke was halfway finished. Exhaling a heavy breath he took a few slow steps to the old cabinet.

“That should do it.” He stated, as if he was debating with himself.

Ben took a bottle of a 12 year old MacAllan. He looked at it. But then put it back.

Disposing of another smoke, he took his leather jacket and swiftly put it on. Making his way through the car park, he sat in his car and started the engine.

“We’re all getting revenge for her. Don’t you worry, Joe.”  he muttered with his knuckles white on the steering wheel. As he was passing by THE place where less than a month ago they all lost a beloved one to the hand of a rival.  

“Took ya long enough.” Rami gave Ben a cheeky smile, as he found himself on the bar with two girls hanging around his neck “The party’s started.”

“I see you’ve been” Ben quirked a brow and checked out the two hot chicks in Rami’s arms “Quite occupied.” he gave him a half smirk.

“This is Cindy and this is Mindy.” Rami pointed one and then the other girl. “So?”

“‘I’m going to get a drink.” Ben tapped his hands on the bar.

“Boss.” Rami slid off the girls and came closer to Ben, who gave him half look without turning his head his direction.

“You alright, boss?” rami put his hand on Ben’s shoulder. “Come on.” he prompted him.

Ben ticked his tongue and shook his head.

“Come on man. Loosen up a bit. When was the last time you got laid?” Rami’s tipsy figure was far less entertaining than he thought.

“Since when do keep Me in check?” Ben gritted his teeth annoyingly.

“Was just tryna lighten you up. You know. You keep saying Joe is doing bad, but it’s you man. It’s you.” rami waved his finger in the air and left to join the girls.

“Pff.” Ben huffed and took a sip of the whiskey in front of him.

“Guess the old fella gots a point here. Might need to tap something tonight. To get it out of my system.” Ben said to himself. He turned and looked around. The bar was full. Full of pretty women.

Maybe Ben was trying too hard to stay afloat, to keep his tough leader presence, but deep down he knew the accident affected him. It affected him in ways he didn’t want him to.

The urge to avenge his sister’s death was great. It was like a never ending fire burning him from the inside, and every past day was only fueling that fire.

There was nothing else on the back of his mind, in fact he realised it really has been all that time. So unlikely. Ben usually tapped the hottest chicks, and he barely ever repeats them, but one. A dancer in the club, named Gracie. All the other girls were always jealous, because she casually is called up to the boss’s penthouse above the club, which Ben owns as well. In fact, the club is just a masquerade, to cover for his mob work. Everybody knew that. And everybody always kept a close eye on how long she has been to the penthouse. “Don’t be jealous, ladies.” Ben would wink to the rest of the women, when he would return shortly after to the bar.

He finished his drink and snapped his fingers to the bartender, pointing where Gracie was dancing tonight. He nodded as Ben turned around at pressed his lips together, overlooking at her, as she hungrily made her way to him.

“Boss.” she giggled, tracing the collar of his shirt.

“What have I told you about such behaviour in public?!” he grabbed her wrist.

“But, don’t you want me anymore?” She pouted her lips like a slut.

“I do. You’re coming upstairs.” Ben dragged her with him to the elevator.

Less than an hour later Gracie went back to her usual spot, but Ben didn’t follow. Instead, he opted for the balcony. He observed the night sky and the glimmering skyline from the top. The large apartment suddenly seemed so empty and vast. Ben felt so lonely and in this particular moment, not even his usual fuck couldn’t help it. Instead of closing in even more, Ben decided to check on Gwil and Joe and their task.

“Hey boss.”  

“Don’t you hey me, how the divelry going on? Any men down?”

“Pff, no. Everything’s under control now.”

“That doesn’t sound much in control. Is that a woman's screams I’m hearing?”

“What? Noo. Yes.”

“Cant fucking trust neither of you. Comin over.”

Ben shut the phone down. It was exactly what he needed. An actual distraction. Work.

He threw on a shirt and headed straight to the underground parking, skipping the bar on the way.

When he got to the docks,  Ben was less than surprised to find Joe and Gwilym behind a huge crate.

“What kind of weird, twisted game are you two playin? Why the hell you have a woman, tied up and gagged?” Ben rubbed his temple.

“We can explain it all. Let’s just take her and leave this place, asap. I hear cops.” Joe was frantically in a rush.

“Why the cops are coming? What about the shipment? Did it go through?” Ben muttered.

“It did, everything happened almost according to plan. We gotta get the fuck out.” Gwilym explained. Joe tossed youl over his shoulder and the three men vanished in thin air, as the police sirens were approaching.

“Keep her in the warehouse, you two have some explaining to do.” Ben ordered.

Once they arrived at the warehouse, Joe was quick to shove the girl inside and put her in one of the rooms.

“Looking so hot like this.” He bit his lip, as he examined Gwilym’s handiwork on tying you up with whatever kind of rope was available.

“Let me go!” you spat at his face “At once!” “Sorry dear, but whoever you are, you are now part of something serious. Only boss can decide your faith.” Joe put a strand of hair behind your  ear, but you took the change to try biting him.

Joe turned around and locked the room behind him. “Feisty”he thought.

“Listening.” Ben crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“She saw it all.” Gwilym rubbed his forehead.

“Saw what exactly?” Ben rolled his eyes.

“Everything. We saw her when we were covering our tracks.” Joe looked like he admitted defeat.

“We obviously cannot let her go, just like that. She’s going straight to the cops.” Ben put his arms on the table.

“I’ll decide what to do with her tomorrow. Keep her on lockdown for now.” Ben lit a smoke and left.

“Great.” Gwilym waved his hands ironically in the air.

“Oh no man. I ain’t stayin all night watching over some girl. You do.” Joe warningly moved past Gwilym.

“Oh no no. That is on you. You’re staying!.” Gwilym nodded his head.

“You’re the smart one, you think of something. I’m done here for today.” Joe stated.

‘Okay, go. I’ll keep an eye.” Gwilym shooed him out of the room.

For the rest of the night you stayed in that room, tied up and scared. You couldn’t show that of course, because, well you knew exactly what these men were. Gangsters, you realised. You’ve only heard of those in movies. But, you knowledge wasn’t enough for you to know how to get away alive.

First thing the next morning, Gwilym, Rami and Joe were at the round table. They were all looking at each other. The tension could be felt even outside the room.

“Why Is there a woman in my lockdown? Let’s start with that!” Ben barged in and hit the table with his wrist.

“How about you calm down first, okay?” Rami felt irritated by Ben’s tone.

“Don’t you tell me. You were getting laid while all this happened.” Ben pointed at Rami, who uncomfortably shrug in his seat.

“Aight aight.” He crosses his arms and pressed his lips together.

“What is done is done, she’s always seen enough to sell us to the cops.” Joe stood up.

“You know the options, boss.” Gwilym looked up to Ben and slowly shook his head from side to side.

“There’s two way she is leaving this warehouse.” Joe’s voice went low.

“With a fun, or in a coffin.” Ben sighed. “I’ll go talk to her and then I’m putting her down.” He made a quick exist.

“He’s not himself.” Rami put his hands down on the table.

“We all need time, Nitro.” Joe huffed and left too.

“I’m going for a drink.” Gwil quickly left too.  

Ben walked into the room where you were locked. You had finally falling asleep from all the exhaustion, so you didn’t hear anybody coming in. Ben walked over the bed and sat on the chair. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and took a minute to gather his thoughts. He looked you up and down from head to toe. “Looks so innocent.” he muttered quietly He cocked his head to the side and quirked an eyebrow. He flicked his tongue over his lips and exhaled. The corner of his lip almost curled into a half smile at the look of your casual short floral dress. It was yellow. It reminded Ben of his sister. She used to wear those all the time.

“Hey. Hey. Wake up.” he reached for your shoulder, making you jump all of a sudden. “Calm down. Gonna need you yo talk.” Ben stood off the chair.

You gulped and rose as much as you could. Your hands were still tied. Ben look from your face to your wrists and back and untied them.

“Aaagh.” you rubbed your wrists together.

“Who are you and what you were doing at the docks last night?” Ben brought his chair closer to you.

“I.I dont know anything. I swear!” You looked at the man’s feet. He was dressed more elegant than the others you already met.

“What did you see?” his voice remained calm.

“N-nothing. I swear to god.” You felt your eyes water at the thought of what they are going to do to you.

“Why don’t you start by, why you were there?” Ben was starting to get irritated.

“Was just, having a walk.”

“Now, tell me, really, why you were there.” Ben crossed his arms in front of his chest, again.

“My boyfriend left me.” you rolled your eyes and looked down.

“Hey.” Ben lifted your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye. This was the first time, you looked at his face. It looked almost angelic, but tough at the same time. His green eyes, were like the devil. Beautiful, but dangerous. His lips were small but plump and they were bright raspberry color, so inviting, yet so rough.

“Were you abused?” Ben broke the silence.

You shook your head “It wasn’t like that. I ran away…” your eyes fell to the floor once again.

“I see.” Ben stood up and made a few steps around the small room. He rubbed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair.

“The thing is. I cannot let you go. Under no circumstance, you are leaving here, free.”

“I won’t tell anybody, I won’t tell no cops, nobody. Please, just let me leave.” you pleaded.

“You either join my gang, or stay locked in forever.” Ben pointed his index finger in the air.

“You have until tomorrow to decide.” He stated and locked the door behind him.

“We got nothing to loose.” Rami looked optimistic.

“Nitro’s right. With the Manchini situation, this could be a sign. A good sign.” Gwilym was enthusiastic.

“Aye from me.” Joe raised his hand.

“So it’s decided. She might prove useful after all.” Ben agreed.

“And I know just exactly how.” Gwilym waved his finger in the air.

“Listenin’ Brains.” Joe shifted in his seat, adjusting the table.

“I got intel, that Paolo Manchini is going to be at the Rossario this Thursday night, aaand he likes the company of attractive women.” Gwilym’s face formed a wide grin.

“And, I prefer not to risk any of my women with the task, they’re far too valuable to loose in such a pathetic way.” Ben nodded.

“We get her all dressed up, wire her up, and she can do the rest. Easy peasy!” Rami exclaimed.

“Whoa, not so fast, Nitro. Mad Joe, whatcha thinkin?” Ben looked at Joe.

“All in for the idea. We got nothing to loose. She gets shot, not problemo; she does what she’s told and doesn’t get shot, all perfetto.” Joe stated.

“Good. Brains, get the tech ready. Mad Joe, I want to see numbers, and Nitro, make sure she’s not in there, when we blow the place up. I will take care of the rest.” Ben stood from the table.

“Been waiting for this, for god knows how many months now.” Joe cracked his knuckles, while papers were coming out of the printer. “Hello offshore bank accounts.”

“Somebody might even think you have gone mad.” Rain laughed as he passed by Joe.

“Damn right. Look at this baby.” joe handed him one of the papers.

“Sexy.” Rami ticked his tongue.

“Pretty marvellous, isn’t she?” Joe smirked.

“And what are we going to do with this and the rest of your smuggled accounts?” Rami ran his finger over the pile of folders.

“Precaution, of course. It’s all legal.” Joe lifted his arm.

“Why so much this time?” Rami suspiciously lifted one eyebrow.

“Boss wants to make sure.” Joe nodded, obviously he wasn’t allowed to say.

“Alright. Toodles for now.” Rami turned on his heel.

“Bye.” Joe buried himself in his desk again.

“And Joe, don’t got batshit crazy.” Rami knocked on the doorframe before leaving.

“Can’t promise that, mate.” Joe shouted from behind the fortress of paperwork.

“Hey.” Ben entered your room “You ready to talk? Made your choice.”

“Yes.” You seemed to have gained some confidence in the last couple of days being held hostage there, only, nobody was looking for you. Which, kind of made you a permanent hostage.

“Listen, girl. I don’t have all day. Talk.” Ben commanded, almost hurrying to leave.

“You need me, so I heard.” You perked your nose up.

“Huh.” Ben huffed and licked his lips.

“I will help you, but with a few conditions.” You stated.

“Not like you got a choice.” Ben grabbed your wrist, vanishing all confidence from your body.

“You belong to this gang now. You are our hostage. You belong to my men. You...” Ben came extremely close to your face “Belong to me now.”

His bright green eyes were full of darkness and power, lust you might even say. You didn’t know if you were scared or almost aroused by his stern actions.

“Ouch. Let go of me.” You wriggled, trying to free your wrist from his grip. You had to break the,  is he going hurt you or kiss you, kind of moment, because the tension was electrical. The seconds between him letting go of you felt like a million years.

“You know why they call me The Gun?” Ben gritted his teeth.

You gulped, but couldn’t dare to speak.

“Because I resolve issues with it. And you seem like quite the trouble right now.” Ben licked his bottom lip and cocked his head to the side.

You batted your eyelashes and pressed your lips together, because you weren’t in the position to object. If you wanted to stay alive of course.

“You’ll be given instructions tonight on what to do during your mission.” Ben turned around and shut

the door behind his back.

“Damn it.” You muttered under your nose.

“She’s trouble, boss.” Gwilym scathed his beard.

“No shit Sherlock!” Ben faked a surprised face.

”No need for that Ben.” Joe walked in.

“What do we need then?” Ben huffed.

“Give her good training, that will break her and I think she may be useful more than once.” Rami suggested.

“Agree with Nitro.” Gwilym chimed in.

“I’ll see what she’s capable of, as soon as tonight.” Ben concluded.

“Uh-uh” Rami squinted his eyes and have Ben a smirk. “Somebody wants a bite of the new snack.” His smirk grew even bigger.

“Fuck up, Nitro.” Ben lifted a brow.

Rami lifted a brow to him as well, as they spoke without words. Real bros in life and crime. They understand each other telepathically. Pfhahaha*Author’s comment*

Later that night, Ben felt restless. He had finished all work for the day, everything was going according to plan. Everybody knew exactly what they were doing, except for. Well, you, who were still in the unknown of your future. Ben walked over to his bedroom balcony, with a glass of scotch in his hand and a smoke in the other.

He looked at the magnificent view from his tower. Then looked closely, he could see everybody in the club downstairs. All those people, who only care about 3 things in life: sex, alcohol and drugs. Oh and money to spend on those three of course, so that makes 4. “How pathetic” he huffed, taking a sip. He then thought of what he has said to the rest of the lads. About testing your capabilities. Since he felt restless, he changed into sweats and shirt and took off to the warehouse, where you were held.

“Hey, hey. You awake?” You heard a soft voice in the dark, coming from the door.

“Who’s there?” You tried to see, but the light from the corridor was blinding the man.

“Guess, I never introduced myself properly. I’m Ben.” He walked over your bed, as you rubbed your adjusting to the light eyes.

“Hi Ben.” you yawned.

“How should I call you?” his voice sounded oddly friendly.

“Don’t matter, you were gonna kill me anyway.” you looked straight into his eyes.

“If you want to stay live, you’d need a nickname anyway. Will figure it out on the move..” Ben blinked at you, which left you quite puzzled.

“Let’s get up. We got so much work to do.” he patted your knee.

“So this is how you hold the gun.” Ben was carefully focused on keeping your hands steady.

“When do I shoot?” You pouted your lips.

“Whoa, take it easy. You got quite the fantasy.” Ben chuckled and it made you blush. Given the distance and position he was in, you could inhale nothing but his scent. So manly and bad, but with hidden caring underneath, which you couldn’t quite figure, yet.

“Focus.” He whispered in your ear.

“I. I am. “ you fixed your position, straightening up your body.

“Your finger goes into the hole. And keep it steady, okay?” He softly spoke. You could swear he was nuzzling his nose in your hair.

“And I pull.” you confidently finished his sentence.

“That’s right.” he held his breath. “Do it. Pull the trigger.”

You moved your focus on the target, aiming for the center and pulled the trigger with force. The power kicked you a step back, but Ben never left your side, so he already was there, expecting you. Waiting to catch you before you fall.

“You can open your eyes now.” He chuckled.

“Phew.” You breathed out “how bad was it?”

“Don’t worry about it.” He took the gun from your shaky hands.

“So I did extremely bad.” Your head fell down.

“Said not to worry. Let’s try again. Here.” He handed you the gun.

You carefully took it. Ben extended his arm over yours and held your hands with his. It felt so unreal , you forgot you were in the devil’s lair.

“Now shoot.” You felt Ben’s lips over your ear, his hot breath gliding over your neck, you felt that electricity once again and gained the confidence to pull the trigger. This time it sounded louder and you jumped back, curling straight into Ben’s arms.

“Whose arms are you going to run into when you have to shoot tomorrow?” Ben chuckled, brushing your arm.

“Huh?” You looked up.

“I won’t be behind you the next time.” He put a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I. I have to manage. Somehow.” You licked your lips, staring at his.

Before you knew it, his lips were pressed against yours.

“Sorry.” He stepped back.

“No, I’m sorry, it just- ”

“No, completely, I shouldn’t have.” He shook his head.

“This is so wrong.” your palm aligned with his.

“Very, very wrong.” He muttered before pulling you in for a kiss again.

His hands grabbed your wait and pulled you in his brace, as you stepped up on your toes to reach for him. Your hands wrapped around his neck, as if they were always meant to be, and you kissed him back. His lips felt plump and tasty like cherries, you just wanna bite. He hungrily swiped his tongue between your lips and it was all you needed to let him in. Your tongue glided with his, savouring each other, passionately dancing. You knew this nervous feeling in your stomach was true all this time. It was lust and immediate passion. That’s why you always felt so intimidated by him, at unease. Every contact with him made you nervous, and now it felt like, it all made sense.

“You should be more than ready for the mission tomorrow.” he pulled away from you and grabbed your hand. Bringing you to the room you were locked in, he pushed you in. This time he didn’t lock the door or chain you up or anything. You were practically given a green light to plan an escape.

“Gather your strength for the rest of the night, you gon need it tomorrow.” Ben disappeared, just as fast as he appeared.

“I’ll be damned.” Ben muttered to himself as he poured himself a glass of bourbon from the top shelf in the meeting room.

“Can’t sleep boss?” Gwilym appeared on the doorstep “It’s the girl, isn’t it?” he cocked his head to the side.

“Do you absolutely always have to know everything?” Ben lit a smoke.

“So it is her. Look, I aint no life advisor or expert, but  a good bang might you some good. Tap that, you have it.” Gwilym lit a cigarette as well, taking a seat next to Ben.

“No wonder, they call you The Brains.” Ben lift an eyebrow at Gwilym.

“You know the rules, she’s at your disposal to do as you please, but don’t get distracted. Women turn men’s heads into marshmallow. Look at Joe.” Gwil ticked his tongue.

“Sometimes I feel more sorry for him, than I do for me, you know?” Ben took another big gulp “Besides the fact he was screwing my sister, love did fuck him up. And look now, he’s gone completely mad.” he shook his head.

“But you need to get your shit together and avenge her. Love brought men no good.” Gwilym took a long puff and put the smoke away. “Mark my words, boss. Fuck all the women you want, but don’t fall in love. Been down this hoe before, not getting in there again.” Gwilym patted Ben on the shoulder and left.

“You know what are you doing?” Joe fixed a gun on your ribcage, underneath your shirt.

“Hey, easy!.” you pushed his arm away.

“Don’t get handsy” Ben passed by, tapping Joe on the shoulder.

“All set up, you can go to Gwil now.” Joe finished installing all the armor on your body.

You tried to walk normally, adjusting to all the pieces hanging underneath your clothes over the Brains.

“Just to make sure you remember the plan, and nothing goes wrong, we’ll go over it now.” Gwilym put on his eyeglasses and had you sat on a table at the corner of the room.

It was their warehouse, the place where they keep all the machinery, the place where the real business happens. On one corner you could see Joe and his desk full of papers, ashtrays and guns. To the other side was Rami’s corner. His side was the cleanest. He had carefully ordered cabinets with explosives, which looked like trophies. You turned your head to your left and saw Ben. The kiss that happened was bugging you to hell and back, but you had to concentrate on the plan now, if you wanted to stay alive after tonight.

“Fantasia. Fantasia! FANTASIA!” you heard Ben marching towards you.

“That will be your code name now.” Ben looked around to make sure the guys heard him right.

“Fantasia it is.” Gwil shook his head.

“Oh, okay I guess…” you didn’t quite know how to react to that.

The rest of the time you spend observing these men and their work. After all this time you spent there, they didn’t seem to look like they did when you first met them. They were not as scary as before, and you were becoming something more than a hostage. You were becoming part of their gang. “Am i mobster now?” ask yourself, and giggled at the thought of it.

“It’s time.” Ben took your hand in his.

“So soon?” You almost whined.

“You can do this.” Ben looked straight into your eyes and suddenly all hesitation and fear was gone.

“We’ll be right here. We can hear everything, and if things start endangering, you know the signal.” Ben helf your palm in his “Just make sure, you get the information, you are there to collect, and that Manchini has a taste for women.” he gulped at the last word.

“Okay, yes. I’m a woman, I can be a woman, seductive, even… I mean, look at me.” you gestued your body. “All glammed and armed up. Nothing will go wrong.” You nodded your head. “Right?”

“Of course. No go and don’t get killed.” The men assured you.

You walked inside the fancy restaurant and looked around, but could not recognise the man from the pictues.

“He’s not here.” you whispered.

“He’ll come soon. Wait at the bar. Order a dry martini.”

You did exactly as you were told, making your way towards the bar. For split moment, you felt awesome in your high heels, smokey makeup, long silky dress and the gun underneath it. But soon the moment was gone, when you noticed the man entering. As if he knew you, he took a seat next to you.

“Your class is empty senorita. The next drink is on me.” He waved to the bartender.

“To whom do I owe the pleasure?” You slowly turned to him, uncrossing and then crossing your legs again.

“You can call me however you want, senorita.” he was grinning.

“Ew, that was low, even for him.” you heard Ben in your earpiece.

“What do you do?” You pretended you didn’t hear that.

“I’m a businessman.” He swirled his mustache with his fingers.

“What kind of business is that you do?” you tried your best look less disgusted.

“None of it concerns your pretty head.” he smirked.

You cleared your throat and smiled to the man, continuing the small talk. It didn’t take more than 20 minutes, before he was persuading you go with him. You started to panic, because it never was in the plan to go anywhere with him, and you certainly could not fire a gun at him in the middle of the restaurant with all his men surrounding.

“This is going nowhere. He is taking her to the back room, Gwil.” Ben stared into the security cameras in the van.

“Okay, okay, relax. She’s got guns n everything.” Rami tried to convince him.

“Damn right she does. I’m going in.” Ben was ready to crash the whole thing.

“Hey, hey, hold on. You will not go in!” Joe pushed him back in his seat “You go in now, we blow the whole thing. She gets shot and you too.”

“Fuckign hell.” Ben kracked the knuckles of his hands.

“She has to get any information, but he. Fuck! He knows.” Gwil shout.

“See? Are we going in now?” Ben lifted his arms in the air.

“He hasn’t slipped a word, and they’re walking towards the back entrance! Go.Go.Go.!” Joe pushed everybody out the doors.

Meanwhile, you were about to faint, because the moment was coming. Either you shoot Manchini, or you get shot. He opened the backdoor for you and gestured you to step outside.

“There goes my life.” you murmured under your nose and took a hesitant step outside. You quickly realised there was nobody visible, you it looked like the perfect timing to draw your gun out and point it at Manchini. You didn’t get any information, but according to Gwil’s plan, if things turned south, you had to shoot him. You tried to be as quick as possible, but the gun got stuck and he was already staring at you when you lifted your eyes.

He laughed and then laughed again. You primary instincts told you step back and to run, but you drew the gun out anyways. Pointing it at Manchini, your hands were shaking.

“LAY DOWN!” you heard a scream followed by gunshots. You dropped to the ground and crawled behind a tank nearby.

It all happened so fast. All these shouting men and gunfire around you. You just closed your eyes and hoped it would all end. But it didn’t. It all became muted and shaky, your vision blurred out.

“This. Is for my sister!” Ben hit Manchini on the face with his fist.

“And this is for Joe!” he hit him in the other side.

Manchini spit his blood in Ben’s face “Her pussy smelled nice.”

“I”LL FUCKIN KILL YOUU!!” Joe came over Manchini and pushed Ben to the side. He started hitting him and punching him with all his force. The lust for vengeance had taken over both men, so they kept beating the shit outta him, before Ben took his gun and shot straight at his head.

“She shall rest in peace now.” Joe whispered, as a few burning tears streamed down his cheeks.

“I love you, little sister.” Ben muttered and tapped Joe on his arm.

“Let’s go.” Joe and Ben turned around and made their way to the van.

“Finally!” Gwil sarcastically remarked.

“Now that we’re all avenged and done with Manchini, we have this little problem.” Rami pointed at your unconscious body.

“Is she alive?” Ben lifted a brow, while brushing blood off his face.

“She’s just passed out. Will wake up soon.” Gwil concluded.

“Forgot, you were the doctor.” Rami made a sarcastic remark.

“A plastic surgeon, yes Nitro.” Gwilym calmly answered back.

“Poor thing.” Bet sat on the seat next to you and started examining your state.

Your dress was all dirty and ripped, your face had a few scratches and your hair was messed.

“Still pretty.” Ben muttered.

“You said something, boss?” Rami lifted a brow at Ben.

“Keep driving.” Ben answered.

“We all gotta get cleaned up, and prepare. Manchini’s men won’t hesitate to attack back at us for killing their leader.” Joe stated.

“At least she did help.” Ben looked quite bemused.

“Okay, boss?” Joe patted him on the shoulder.

“I’m fine. I’m more than fine, Joe. we did it. We avenged her.” Ben almost sobbed.

“Boss, you and Joe, deserve to take rest of the night off. We can take care of it.” Rami chimed in.

“Intend to.” Ben rubbed his eyes.

“Been forever, since a shower felt as nice.” Ben rested his head against the tiles on the wall. Closing his eyes he let it all pass though his body. Memories started bursting in, from the moment his sister fell dead in his arms, to her funeral. To Joe, his second hand and best friend. Ben felt sad about Joe, he wasn’t always like this. He was always the calm one, the mathematical one. Now he was something more of a monster than human. Ben then remembered when they brought you in. The corner of his mouth curved into half smile. He remembered how idiotically Joe and Gwilym brought you in. He then thought of you. You actually turned braver and tougher to get killed than he thought. “Impressed.” he muttered.

“Impressed by what?” Ben hear a voice, which startled him in place.

“Goddamnit, haven’t you heard of knockin?” Ben angrily turned around “How did you even get in here?”

“The boys let me in.” Gracie started taking her mini dress off.

“Go home.” he shooed her out.

“I can help.” She stepped closer to the shower.

“No need. Not tonight.” Ben passed her and wrapped a towel around his waist. He barged out of the bathroom, passed along his penthouse and went straight into the warehouse. Gracie ran after him. Just on the corridor, she saw you looking at Ben passing by and then at her.

You had just woken up a few moments ago and were looking for Ben and his men. Somehow the whole scene hit you. It hit you hard. You didn’t even know why you felt so intimidated. Was it his wet naked muscular body, or was it the fact that a woman ran after him? You had so many questions. Nothing had happened between you two, you just shared a moment, a kiss. “This meant nothing” you muttered to yourself, while returning back to the room you woke up.

It all felt so strange, you couldn't quote figure were you angry, jealous, or it was just the adrenaline from earlier that night.

“Explanation. NOW!” Ben hit his fist on the table.

“Easy tiger.” Rami spoke first.

“I don’t need no babysitting. Understood? And I certainly don’t need any of you to tell me when I need sex!” He stormed off the room and returned to his flat upstairs.

On the terrace he saw you.

“Needed to get away from everything for a moment. I’ll leave right away. Wouldn’t bother you and your girlfriend.” your turned around and passed by Ben.

“Wait.” he stopped you, grabbing your arm “She’s not my girlfriend.” his words were stone cold.

“Whatever she is, is something to you. And I’m not, so I’ll leave you now.” You tried to pull your arm away from him, but instead he pulled you in.

With one swift move you you were wrapped around his arms, your noses barely touching. You both closed your eyes and felt each other’s heartbeat for a moment, before you lifted yourself on your toes and pressed your lips against his. They felt warm, hot even, like a thousand butterflies were fluttering in your stomach.

“I only want you.” Ben muttered against your lips and pulled away to look in your eyes. You looked back at him. All fear and darkness was gone. His green eyes were vibrant, almost watery. You nodded and kissed him again. This time he kissed you more passionately than before and wrapped his arm around your chest, lifting you easily. Your hands flew to his neck buried in his hair, you tucked on it, when you hear him silently moan against your lips.

Your breathing got heavier when he ran his tongue over your bottom lip, asking for permission. You gladly opened your mouth and let his tongue devour you. Your tongue played in synchronised rhythm with his, like you always knew exactly how to kiss each other. His palm was cupping your chin and cheek, while the other held you tight by your lower back.

Both of you walked backwards until hitting the dining table. Ben flipped you over and pressed you against it. His forehead resting against yours, you both needed to catch a breath.

“I need to have you.” he spoke through his teeth, as if he was restraining himself.

“You’ve got me.” You placed your hand over his cheek and kissed him passionately once again. He didn’t waste much time to hop you on the table and spread your legs apart. Situating himself between your thighs, he kept kissing you. His hands were roaming your back, before sliding one between your bodies. He rubbed your stomach before sliding it up under your shirt to your breasts. His hand rubbed your nipple and grabbed your breast. Meanwhile, his lips moved to the soft skin underneath your chin. His tongue traced your collarbone and licked small kisses on your sternum.

“Ben…” you moaned quietly, letting your head fall back, as both of his hands were now playing with your breasts.

“Where you’ve been all this time…” he murmured pepping kisses all over your chest and in the valley between your breasts.

You let another moan, pushing yourself up in his brace, while one arm kept you stable, and the other tugging on his hair.

“Call me SirBen groaned pushing your skirt up and pressing two fingers against your clit.

“Sir…” You whined, pushing yourself firmer against his fingers just to get more friction where you needed it the most.

He hissed and licked his lips, lowering his head to your neck, he sucked on your sensitive skin, while his fingers were agonsiligly rubbing your core through your knickers.

“P-please, sir.” You whined.

“What do you want?” He dunked his teeth into your neck, but then quickly swiped his tongue over the area.

“Need you.” You breathed out.

“Need me what? You gotta talk to me, Fantasia.” Ben kept the same agonisingly slow movements over your soaking underwear.

“I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard.” You sank your nails into his scalp.

He growled and pulled away from you. With one swift move, the towel around his waist fell to the floor. You couldn’t help but stare at his hard cock and wonder how big it is, that you involuntary were biting your lip.

He stepped between your legs and spread then further again. Cupping your cheeks with his large hands, he kissed you, like the first time.

Your hands automatically slid down between your bodies and reached his rock hard cock. Wrapping gently your finger around the tip, your thumb smeared all the leaking pre cum around. He grunted at your touch and his head onto your shoulder. You slowly dragged your hand along his length, while your other hand kept his head on your shoulder, where his lips were sucking a hickey.

“This is so good.” he grunted against your neck “But you gotta stop of I’ll cum before I can feel you.” he grabbed your hand from his cock and brought it to the side.

“Let’s keep those nice and open.” he made sure your legs were wide apart.

Ben slipped his hand south of your belly and ran his finger between your wet lips.

“You’re glistenin” he softly chuckled, before closing the distance between your bodies with a kiss. His finger rubbed gentle circles on your sensitive clit, until you were trembling for more.

He then put two fingers inside you, instantly curing them upwards, hitting the perfect spot right away.

“Fuck.” you moaned “right there…”

“Hmm.” he grinned widely, before abruptly removing his fingers and situating his cock on your entrance “Ready for me?”

“Yes. Yes!” you eagerly nodded.

Ben pushed all the way in, with one swift move, as you both grunted at the friction, you both were anticipating.

“Fuck. You’re tight.” Ben groaned.

“I think, you’re just too big.” You almost laughed “Fuck me, Sir!” you whined.

“As you wish baby.” he licked his lips and held your legs. Getting a more comfortable, position, he was able to thrust in and out of you with ease.

You were both a grunting, growling mess after a few mintues, you couldn’t take it any more.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum. Please Sir, let me come.” you begged.

“Because you asked so nicely and because you were such a good girl, you can come.” he spoke between each breath.

Ben leaned in closer and whispered in your ear “I want you come on my cock, and i want you to squeeze that tight pussy for me.”

It was all you needed to hear to let go. And you did come hard, with a screaming orgasm. Your body quivering, shaking from the overwhelming pleasure. Your cunt kept pulsating, even after the waves of hot and cold washed down.

“My turn.” Ben leaned in, extending his arm over your shoulder to keep himself above you, and cupped your chin with the other. He kissed you passionately while chasing his own orgasm until he released.

“Fuck.” he growled, as he kept thursting, passionately ramming in you, like the world was about to end.

“Fuck, fuck!” you cried out, as a second orgasm rushed in without warning. You squivered and shaked, while he was still kissing you.

After a few more moments he pulled away, as you both were trying to catch your breath.

“Oh my god.” you panted.

“You are amazing. Do you even know the pleasure you gave me?” Ben helped you get off the table.

“Not bad yourself.” you chuckled.

“Come here.” he pulled you in his lap. He brushed your hair behind your ear, as you sat across his thighs. Your arms wrapped around his neck, as you let your chin rest on his shoulder.

“Can we go to bed now?” you chuckled “I’m pretty drained.”

“Oh you definitely are staying with me tonight, and the coming nights as well.”

Ben held you in his arms and carried you to the bedroom. Placing like fine glass on the black satin sheets, he observed you.

“Whaat?” you felt shy.

“You are fantastic. My Fantasia.” Ben crawled over and cuddled you in his brace. “You did amazing today. And I don’t just mean the sex. I mean all of it.” he kissed your neck.

“I did?” you softly spoke.

“You were so brave during the mission. And it was your first job as a rightful member of my gang. ”

“Wait. I am in? As in…?” you turned around to look at his face, because you were pretty sure was joking.  

“You earned your vote on the table.” he poked gently your nose. “And it wasn’t your sex skills that brought you the promotion.” he sarcastically stated.

“Hey.” you pouted your lips.

“Though it certainly helped.” he kissed your lips.

“Let’s sleep now. We got important things to take care of in the morning.” he snuggled you closer, which was all you needed to drift off to a well deserved sleep.

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A/n: Thank you so much for reading. I appreciate any kind of feedback, so please feel free to like, comment, reblog, as much as your heart desires.

Also, make sure you check out the posters for the fic in my blog.

#staylovely

[stonerbughead]

Maria watches friday night lights (#22)

ok I watched this a few days ago and haven’t had time to watch the finale yet but MAN 4x12 is an amazing penultimate episode. Here we goooo:

Omfg the panthers are literally being such snobby fucks about the East Dillon field. these fuckers are so classist and racist~~~ it’s too real

Feels like Julie is being very impulsive about trying to leave for habitat for humanity shit “It’s only $3,000.” “Only? Honey you’re hilarious.”

Ah yep and mindy’s in labor!! “Who the hell are you talking to?” “It’s tim, do you want to talk to him?” “NO!” 😂😭 I’m dead

I see what they did there, transitioning from Tim’s excitement about new life on the white side of town to Vince and the community mourning Calvin at his funeral on the Black side of town.

“Jess, if I go to the cops I go to jail.” UH YEAH he’s on parole, Jess, he literally can’t “do the right thing” bc he’ll get punished for it bc PRISON INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX!!!

ooooh Jess is *worried* about Vince; me too gurl. the concern is hot ngl

LOL Landry is so white.....he didn’t buy Jess a lock for her bike??

Testy Eric getting the field ready is SO funny omfg

HAHAHA they threw billy out bc he’s “too enthusiastic, whatever that’s supposed to mean.” omg he’s had five energy drinks Jesus this is hilarious

Ok Landry going out of your way to tell Vince he’s sorry about Calvin, that’s growth!

“Whose idea was this anyway?” The whole team down on their knees on a football field at night with the toothpicks: “Landry’s.”

Wow living in Texas sux, Tami has to compromise her values and apologize for giving a scared, pregnant teenage girl all her options if she wants to keep her job as a public school principal?!?! Damn this show is too real lol

“It’s trying to claw his way out.” “Claw?”

“Her way out or whoever is in there...its way out.” Okay, gender neutral, I see you billy riggins! (I got less proud when he just ran into the birthing room wearing the PPE hat and yelling, “I’m the dad!!!”)

Really, they vandalized Eric’s car?! Too much.

“I don’t feel safe taking my family over there.” OK RACIST

Yessss they tooth picked the field so they had to spend their time doing stupid shit on the field too?! That’s pretty clever honestly, evening the score.

“I understand it took West Dillon two hours to take those toothpicks out of the field.” LOL

Gotta love that a lawyer says Tami has a great case for wrongful termination but that the court system will drag it out so much it won’t be good for her career long term lolll sounds about right. Great society we have here.

Aww “Uncle Tim”!!! So cute!

Uh oh it’s another Riggins boy in this mess lol! Awww Steven. My heart! This show does such a good job of letting you linger in the heartwarming moments for a minute.

Anddd of course the anti choicers are protesting her. Oh Tami, my queen, you don’t deserve this.

“I don’t cook flesh, dad.” Lol I love how Eric gives a half hearted “oh alright” to Julie making dinner bc she didn’t cook meat 🤣

“Lions suck.” “Haha you know what? Go to hell.” I shrieked with laughter. Let Eric and Tami eat dinner with their daughters jfc!!!

Jess holding an iPod and saying she made Landry a playlist. Oh, early 2000s love

Vince is being nice to Landry about being with Jess, wow now that’s growth too! This love triangle could be a lot worse.

Jesus fuck are they ruining the East Dillon field now?! Should’ve known they wouldn’t take those toothpicks lying down.

Tim is so cute with his nephew!!

Jesus fuck the tension on this Wade/Tami/Eric conference call after the East Dillon field destruction. This season is so well crafted to bring everything in the town to a boiling point just in time for the rivalry game!!!

There’s like a fucking creek on Tim’s property too? This is some romantic, scenic shit!

Life is about owning land and family? Hmmm. Okay Tim.

Omfg Becky I can’t. “Tim I love you” how many times have we gone over that y’all do not work romantically I’m 🤦🏻‍♀️

“Vince, you think I’m stupid? You think I don’t know what you up to right now?” Ahhhh not Jess showing up at Vince’s door when he’s going to avenge Calvin! I love that she figured it out just from what he said to Landry alone...the tension, the chemistry, the emotion!

Jess slides down the door!! Classic move of distress~

Ah Tim was W A Y too happy, it figures that their car scheme would be discovered now. And of course Tim is gonna take the fall so Billy can be with his family oh Tim 🥺

Damn!!! Vince got out of the car as the light turned from red to green trying to flee ?!!! 😭 “My mom’s not supposed to bury me, I’m supposed to bury my mama!” Ugh such a good line. Poor Vince.

Stfu, Joe— “we called every player on our team they’re all accounted for.” of course they are, Joe McCoy, mmhmm

Ah yes, grown men arguing about toothpicks while a crowd watches outside.

“The thing we gotta remember here is that in the end this is just a football game.” And Eric’s like, “nah actually, I’m getting harassed, thanks!”

Ah Jess was waiting for Vince when he came home 🥺 (Ooooop did Jess end up standing Landry up accidentally. Well fook.)

Oh, Tim. fuckkkkk this capitalist shit show— like, Tim is taking the fall so they could make sure Mindy could deliver a healthy baby without absurd medical debt and tbh I assume they still have debt !!!! We love a functioning society right?

Ahhh Eric throwing the phone that won’t stop ringing is the inevitable catharsis mmhmm

Damn the amount of stress that Tami and Eric combined are under is...oooof! They deserve better!

Omg wait and the actual game happens next episode?!!! I love this show, it’s so well written gahhhh

(See you next time)

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

Do you have any Trickster headcanons?

Thanks for the question, anon!  I wound up writing a long response, so I’m putting it under a read-more link to not clog up people’s dashboards.

My most obvious headcanon would be that he’s madly in love with Hartley, and in deep denial about it…..(I’m glad Hartley’s happy in a stable, committed relationship in the comics, but I’m gonna fly the Pipster flag forever in fan-fiction.)

I tend to favor the sillier Silver Age and 90’s semi-reformed versions of James, so that’s where my headcanons tend to come from.  Like, I don’t think he’s ever actually killed anyone.  I don’t see him as murderous, despite Williamson having him shove his parents off a building in the latest story arc (hey, Flash saved them so it’s all good, right?).  I don’t think he actually has been shown (or implied) to kill anyone in the comics (feel free to correct me if I’m wrong).  He certainly tried to kill Flash multiple times, but that was something all the Rogues did back in the day.  He doesn’t have any kind of civilian body count in my characterization.  

This doesn’t mean I think JJ is a sweet, misunderstood angel.  He’s a conman who enjoys tricking others.  He’s selfish, and immature, and more than a little bit of an asshole.  I think he really only cares about a very small number of people, and will usually look out for himself first.  I’d like to think he does care about Mindy and Billy – he did drop everything and run off to help Mindy even before he knew that Billy was his son.  He’s probably not a great dad, but I’d like to think that he keeps in touch and sends them money sometimes, although Mindy probably refuses to accept anything stolen.

Although his reform was mostly caused by fear of Neron (and possibly the Top’s manipulation), and James is waaaaay less remorseful than Hartley for his past actions, I think that on some level he does care about undoing the damage that the Rogues have caused. For awhile he was collecting the old gear from dead Rogues and just….storing it so that no one else could use it.  Not using it for his own gain, just hiding it.  He also had a secret plan to take down the other Rogues in his will.  I think he was genuinely “undercover” when he and Hartley rejoined the Rogues before Countdown, but I also think he was hedging his bets and keeping his options open.  

I think he is genuinely brilliant, but he doesn’t have the discipline to really go into science or engineering.  I kinda hated Williamson’s retcon that he stole research from a STAR labs scientist, because in the past characterizations James just read a bunch of science mags to make his anti-grav shoes.  Maybe not so realistic (like that matters in comics), but it’s important to me that JJ came up with his gadgets on his own.  It’s what separates him from Axel, in my mind.  I don’t think he has the work ethic to actually go get a degree, I think he just studies whatever catches his interest, and whatever he needs to make things.  James is the kind of dude who will work extremely hard on his own pet projects, but will blow off any other kind of work, because booooooriiiiiing.  He was probably constantly ducking his paperwork at the FBI.  Ultimately, I think James does things for the lulz.  He could easily be rich selling his own tech or even just pulling less flashy cons, but he loves tricking people, and he loves the attention.

Axel – I think James is mostly irritated by Axel, but doesn’t necessarily hate him. Williamson’s James seems to have taken Axel under his wing as Baby Trickster, and I kinda like that idea. If the new JJ is going to stay a criminal, I want him to be a kind of mentor to Axel.  Not necessarily a nice mentor, but still looking out for him.

I think Williamson’s James was genuinely traumatized by his time in Iron Heights, even though Flash claimed at the end of the story arc that it was really about money, not revenge. There’s an interesting parallel there with the circus flashback.  It appears that James is being forced onto the high wire by his abusive parents, but surprise!  It was all a trick!  Except it wasn’t really a trick, he really was being forced onto the high wire by his abusive parents, even if it was “part of the show.”  I think in the same way James was like, “Ha hah, this was all just a distraction for me to loot the city,” but he really was deeply hurt by his time locked up and forgotten.  I dislike Williamson’s darker James, but I’ll give him credit, it didn’t come out of nowhere, he gave him a reason to be nasty.

I think he loves video games, but he can’t stand anything that requires level grinding.  As soon as it gets repetitive, he’s out.  He likes open world games that let him fuck around and do whatever he wants.  In games that let you customize a character, expect him to find the silliest possible outfit for his avatar to wear.  And he will try to “break” a game as much as possible – like, trying to go through levels the “wrong” way, or get secret items before he’s technically supposed to. He likes to explore the limits of the game, and see what he can get away with.  He is an absolute asshole when playing anything multiplayer online.

He’s a decent cook when he wants to be, but usually just orders take-out because he can’t be bothered. His living space is a mess of organized chaos.  Stuff is strewn about everywhere, but he knows where everything is, don’t you dare try to tidy up, Hartley.  He’ll clean when things get gross (he doesn’t really want mold growing on things), but the clutter stays.

I don’t really like the CW Trickster because he’s such a murderous shit, but I have a huge soft spot for JLU Trickster, despite him being far removed from comics James. Maybe because he’s got the Mark Hamill wackiness without the “psychotic killer” aspect – there’s no way Flash would have let him turn himself in on the honor system if JLU James had actually killed anyone.  I have a bunch of headcanons for him, because we only see him in one episode and don’t know much about him.  Despite the episode presenting him as kinda pathetic, I think he’s as smart and capable as comics James, just a bit muddled.  I think he started out saner (perhaps with some underlying issues), but got progressively more unstable during his stints at Iron Heights.  At one point he spent a long time in solitary, and when he came out he was clearly Not Okay, and this led to him getting committed the next time he fought Flash.  He’s also madly in love with Hartley and completely oblivious to it.  He just thinks, of course he cares about Hartley and wants to hang out with him all the time because they’re Best Buddies!  And if he occasionally kinda wants to kiss him, that’s just because Hartley is so pretty and has long hair like a girl, right? JLU James is somewhat nicer than comics James, and generally willing to help anyone he considers a friend. He will very easily latch onto someone as a new buddy if they are kind to him, sometimes not completely understanding boundaries.  I have a whole series of fic ideas involving JLU James going to Hollywood and befriending/annoying Blue Devil like comics James did, which I’ll probably never write.

Thanks for reading if you’ve made it this far!  It was maybe less headcanon and more my own take on his characterization, but I guess that’s...basically a headcanon, right? 

[italicwatches]

The Good Place, season 2 - Episode 03

Okay, let’s get this bad boy rolling. It’s The Good Place, season 2, episode 03! Here we GO!

-PREVIOUSLY ON The Good Place, Michael hooked on with the humans!

-And PRESENTLY ON The Good Place, “Oh, let’s not get caught up on ‘who lied to whom’ or ‘which one of us created an entire fake reality in order to cause eternal misery for the others.’ That’s ancient history.” I’m just going to let that sentence sit there and stew.

-Also Jay wants them to be The Bobcats. But Eleanor knows that there’s more going on here. Michael’s desperate. So explain. What’s changed? …It’s just like she said. The four of them keep winning. This place was supposed to psychologically torture the lot of you for thousands of years, to create a semi-self-sustaining loop of making you all make it even worse for eachother. But you keep figuring it out and teaming up!

-And now, there’s been a new development. He’s being blackmailed by Vicky. And she’s going to start over in 30 minutes. …So here’s the plan. He’s not going to reboot things. You’ve got to play the players.

-Chapter 17!

-So the humans quickly convene in the bedroom, and okay, plan? Jay thinks they should team up with Michael. Hot take, but sell it. He’s got a bow tie. You can always trust a dude in a bow tie! It’s how he got $600 for getting some weird turtles to Daytona beach! …Oh my god I swear he’s losing IQ on every reboot.

-Right ignore him. Michael’s a liar. Eleanor knows liars. She was a liar. So, look, they can’t trust him. They need information, which they will take with many grains of salt, and they need to work fast. Go? Go.

-So first out there, how the hell can they trust Michael? He’s got no reason. But, all cards on the table, here’s how things go if you don’t. Vicky comes and watches the reboot. You all go back to the zero point. Vicky’s version of things probably won’t be enough to keep you four from figuring it out. When she fails, she hides her iteration and takes the rest to his boss, who shuts the whole thing down, and you four end up in the regular Bad Place in a volcano full of scorpions. So…Less than ideal.

-Second question! Jay wants to know if the Jacksonville Jaguars won the Super Bowl. …No. Okay but about the Jaguars—

-Eleanor calls for Janet, and give this idiot something shiny to play with. So Jay’s soon got a sparkler, which leaves Tahani wanting to know just how long they’ve been doing this song and dance. Eight hundred and two, longest one was just shy of a year, this one was about a month. Shortest one was…Eight seconds. Michael just straight up sat down on the reboot button when he got in his chair, you four didn’t even wake up between that one and the next.

-Janet would like to know if she was also rebooted. Because each Janet reboot is specifically designed to increase their processing power and social aptitude, so as to limit the likelihood of needing another one. She could be the greatest Janet in all existence! LOOK! She can pat her head AND rub her tummy! holy shit

-Wait, Janet’s not one of yours? Nope, she’s a stolen Good Place Janet. Noted. Okay, so why do you look like a human if you’re a demon? Part of working for the Bureau of Human Affairs. And Mindy’s is fake, right? No, no, the Medium Place is legit. And outside of his authority or capacity to affect, much to his frustration.

-So Michael’s getting a bit panicky and look, they’re running out of time and he’s the only option you have. Their only option? “A lot of guys your age said that to me just as the bar was about to close. But I never settled for them! Because my ex-boyfriend lived nearby, he was obsessed with me, and he never slept because he was addicted to Adderall. There is ALWAYS another option!”

-…jesus fuck, Eleanor

-So after…That, Eleanor’s tapping out, she’s not in on the game. So Michael has to play one last card. You help him make this work…And he can get you all to the real Good Place.

-…EXPLAIN.

-It’s gonna take time, it’s gonna be complicated, and he will have to work out the details and work them out in secret. But look. There are ways to go from down here to up there. So the five of them can get out of this—

-Five?

-Yes, five. He’s doomed down here! He’ll sell saving you four from eternal damnation as proof that even a demon can be rehabilitated. …Look, they’re all up shit creek without a paddle right now, this might not even work, but this way you lot at least get to go in both eyes open.

-…NEW MEETING.

-Eleanor grabs Chidi and Tahani and pointedly leaves Jay out of it, and her read? This is a fresh style of torture. He’s putting them in blesser-evil, devil-you-know mess just to fuck with them, to make them squirm for a while. Teaming up with an actual factual literal demon is insane.

-Chidi fully agrees.

-But he sees no other choice on the board. …He spent his whole life trying to come to a solid grasp of ethics, to have a truly firm place of understanding of right and wrong, to try and know whether or not he was doing the right thing. And that landed him here. So right now, he’s open to damn near anything if it lets him have the time and space to try and actually improve as a person.

-Okay so that’s one vote in. Tahani? Tahani continues to believe she doesn’t even belong here. Michael! She deserves to be in the real Good Place. Take her there or let her speak to your manager. …Right, Michael doesn’t have time for this. You’ve done the dramatic realization plenty of times and he’s bored of it so here’s the short version.

-You’re here because you never cared about anyone you helped. It was for fame, for status, or to spite your own family.

-Bullshit!

-…You know, Tahani, you never actually saw how you died, in all the loops. But you know what, let’s play it. It’s very…Telling.

-FLASHBACK

-So Tahani was at an interview for International Sophisticate Magazine. And they immediately wanted to talk about her sister Kamilah, who turned down a chance to be on the cover herself…And, well, suffice to say, they wanted to use Tahani to essentially interview Kamilah by proxy, about her induction into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame defying all of their usual structures.

-Which led to Tahani going to that induction in a staffer’s uniform to get in. Finding her sister. And confronting her, which went from argument, to her bringing down the massive statue Kamilah had commissioned…A massive golden statue, that crushed her underfoot.

-Back in the Now. You get it, Tahani? …And it takes her a few more runs through the concept to get it, and then she just breaks down. Okay, I feel a little bad now that she actually can see herself for who she is. A little bit.

-So she’s game to team up if it means she can actually become a better person. So Eleanor finds herself the one woman out…And Eleanor, of course, is one-week-in Eleanor.

-So, uh, she’s really not taking this whole “everyone wants to become better people” thing well.

-Also, “I have no idea what’s going on, but everyone is talking and I should too!” Keep on keepin’ on, Jay. Keep on.

-And Michael just breaks down into laughter because he’s realizing how absurd it is that he’s reliant on these…glorified insects to save him. Like an exterminator needing to be saved by cockroaches. Oh, now Eleanor is PISSED.

-Chidi’s got to step in and force Eleanor to look at him, to focus, and to breathe. …Okay. Okay. Give her five minutes to think.

-She steps into her absurd clown room, and immediately calls Janet. Janet, get her a train full of cocaine, right now. She’s going back to Mindy’s place.

-And Eleanor begins the desperate escape aaaand Chidi is there at the door. So gonna talk to him about the plan now that you’re bailing, Eleanor? …She’s not bailing.

“You have a bag full of clothes, you stuffed pillows and a mop in your bed to make it look like you’re asleep, and you’re literally sneaking out the back gate.”

-Okay. Okay, she’s going to Mindy. Because an eternity with her still sounds better than a literal deal with the devil. She insists she doesn’t owe any of them anything…And Chidi, at this point, realizes the best thing he can do is just walk away.

-Because the one person Eleanor can’t come up with a defense against…Is herself. And so that’s how Eleanor ends up sitting down with Michael, and, real talk. Out of all the reboots…How many times did Chidi refuse to help her out?

-None. Every single time that you managed to find him, you’d confess your situation, and Chidi would always get in there. And every time you lot last long enough, he always succeeds. She’s…She’s not that bad of a person, on the scale of Bad Place people at least…right?

-Janet arrives with the cocaine and escape train.

-…Eleanor would like to rescind the previous question.

-So she goes to the others, and real talk, she still doesn’t trust Michael at all. But…He’s asking for their help. And if there’s one thing that Chidi has apparently taught her in every last one of these loops, it’s that when someone asks for your help, you give it. It’s what Chidi would do for any of them.

-It’s…What he IS doing, Eleanor. He’s right here. In the room.

-But okay, Eleanor is in. On one condition. Michael, you’re taking the ethics classes too. You want to get into the real Good Place when this is over? Time to learn how to be worth them letting your ass in. And, just so they’re clear? You try and play them, and it all goes to Vicky. And you join in on being fried with the rest of them.

-So, you in as part of Team Cockroach, exterminator man? Just like you said…You’re running out of time? And they’re your only option.

-On the fresh loop, Eleanor’s in the fro-yo initial style. Except of course, this time, Vicky is introduced as the official Best Person, and so sort of the mayor of the town.

-And Vicky steps up…And immediately starts to sing!

-Hard cut to Eleanor’s place. They’ve got a few hours to work while Vicky plans for the welcome party. So her plan’s basically what Michael did with this one. Eleanor’s gonna get drunk, hog all the shrimp, insult some people, and they’ll use that to build the chaos sequence for tomorrow. You’ll all need to play along.

-So Michael’s, as far as Vicky’s concerned, going to be handling surveillance on you four. Which is how they’re gonna all get away with this. Jay asks if Janet is going to keep their secrets, and on the one hand, she can’t lie…But on the other, her job is to keep humans happy. You four are the only humans here. So she’s on board! And so it’s time for a cowardly traitor, four idiots, and a robot (Janet protests) to outsmart some of the Bad Place’s best and brightest. Go team!

-Credits!

Janet gets better every time. And this is gonna be interesting. Looks like Vicky’s using a lot of the season one version of the neighborhood, but of course going in with everyone knowing the score is going to make things a lot different…We’ll just have to see how that goes next time, in episode FOUR of The Good Place, season two! Wait for it!

[neighborhoodlum]

dishonored asks!

1. Favorite male?

corvo. jindosh. the outsider.

2. Favorite female?

billie. lizzy. emily.

3. Least favorite male?

piero (peeping tom lookin ass)

4. Least favorite female?

grim alex is cool and all but she’s also a nightmare that i do not enjoy interacting with lmao

5. Favorite mission?

dh1 - boyle party & flooded district.

dh2 - clockwork mansion.

doto - the bank job

tbw - stay of execution bc liz :)

6. Least favorite mission?

dh1 - the loyalists.

dh2 - the royal conservatory (goddamn witches).

doto - the stolen archive

tkod - a captain of industry (fuck those butchers man)

7. OTP?

jessamine & corvo. emily & wyman. billie & dierdre. lizzy & mindy.

8. NOTP?

corvo & daud (?? i will never understand this one i’m sorry lmao). corvo & the outsider. billie & daud.

9. BROTP?

billie & the outsider (post-doto). emily & alexi. billie & sokolov. billie & daud. jindosh & sokolov. the outsider & granny rags. daud & lizzy.

10. Low or High chaos?

always high chaos. i do not have the patience for low chaos runs also it’s less fun imo

11. Do you think Corvo is Emily’s dad?

man this is an old post

12. On a scale from 1-10 how badly do you want a sequel?

1000000!! i’d love a dh3 like i want this with every fiber of my being. there are so many things they could do too like they could dive into billie more, they could do one post-doto in a world without the void, they could go back in time and do an outsider origin story, they could expand on pre-existing characters (lizzy, mindy, paolo, granny rags, sokolov, jindosh, delilah, etc.), they could come up with completely new characters bc there have been many marked before corvo and daud like the options are limitless. but idk that it’ll happen. big sad.

13. Anything you would change if you could?

daud’s character development erasure in doto needs to go in the trash where it belongs

the chaos system in doto, or lack thereof

emily had the perfect opportunity to learn more about her father’s history in karnaca and they just.... didn’t do it.

give the npc’s more personality like perhaps have more of them request tasks for me to do for a small (or generous) payment and in the process i get a glimpse of their personality/life/relationships etc., idk i think that’d be cool bc you know immersion

billie deserves more exploration like yesterday

fit martha into the games somehow bc like what happened to her

let me pet dog. also give me a nonlethal option for taking them out :(

and this is a given but more racially diverse characters pls white is not the default human ffs!

14. How does Dishonored rate on your favorite games list?

they’re number one on my list. nothing has topped it yet!

15. Favorite power?

blink. far reach. semblance.

16. Least favorite power?

blood thirst & dark vision

17. The Outsider marks you! What’s the first thing you do?

in theory i’d like to think i’d also murder evil rich men in power for the sake of justice BUT i’d probably just chill and use my powers for Lazy Things like blinking to cross the street or far reach to grab a snack from the other room lmao

18. Daud’s whalers or Delilah’s witches?

oof both but if i have to choose, daud’s whalers!

19. Granny Rags or Slackjaw?

granny rags of course, what do you take me for

20. Which Loyalist do you love the most?

samuel! but if i have to choose between the Bad Ones id say pendleton. he’s a little bitchy baby weasel but he’s got character

21. Which assassination target is your favorite?

dh1 - lady boyle

dh2 - jindosh

doto - the outsider

22. Dead Eels, Hatters or Bottle Street Gang?

dead eels

23. Thomas or Billie?

billie

24. Daud’s DLC or Corvo’s main game?

if i gotta choose i gotta choose main game bruh

25. The Knife of Dunwall or The Brigmore Witches?

brigmore witches!!

26. Piero or Sokolov?

sokolov

27. Achievements you’re most proud of getting?

28. Have you replayed the game? If yes, about how many times?

dh1 - i’ve lost count but many many times lmao

dh2 - i’ve replayed this one quite a bit, maybe around 10 times

doto - i’ve only played this one once but i wanna replay it soon

tkod & tbw - played once

29. Favorite headcanon?

that corvo sings & plays guitar, and also used to sing emily to sleep when she was young.

that wyman is a girl!

that lizzy is nonbinary

that mindy is trans (i think this is technically canon? but technically not?? idk either way i support it and that is a threat 🔪 )

that billie and the outsider form a bond post-doto, becoming each other’s new found family.

that lord shaw survived the duel with corvo

that beatrici is still alive & working at the golden cat as a cook. there’s a running joke between the women that work here that, should a woman in your life go missing, you ought to find her here.

that emily and alexi were each other’s first crush (but ultimately they agreed they were better as friends)

that corvo went mute after the events of dh1 (jess’s death, emily getting kidnapped, 6 months of torture at coldridge prison), and it would take years for him to feel comfortable speaking again.

that daud uses his summon power after hours to talk to his companions like some sort of faux therapy session. they find it annoying. thomas finds it endearing. absolutely no respect for boundaries or privacy you funky little assassin

30. Favorite heart quote, or quote in general?

“i heard a story once, of a sailor caught forever in a fog. it traveled with her across all the seas. i am that sailor.”

(about delilah) “adore her. she demands it. it nourishes her.”

(about sokolov) “i remember him at the hound pits pub, so long ago, trapped like a beast in a cage. he smelled like stale piss and rotting meat. but they couldn’t break him. he held onto himself, and picked up again as my tutor. something i needed in the aftermath of my mother’s death. ‘beware of dignitaries bearing gifts,’ he used to tell me. but i was still a child, and i liked gifts. i thought nothing sounded more pleasant. now i know better.”

”could this city get any worse?” “indeed, i believe so.”

“sHaLl wE gAtHer fOr wHisKey anD ciGaRs tOnIgHt?”

Dishonored themed asks!

Favourite male?

Favourite female?

Least favourite male?

Least favourite female?

Favourite mission?

Least favourite mission?

OTP?

NOTP?

BROTP?

Low or High chaos?

Do you think Corvo is Emily’s dad?

On a scale from 1-10 how badly do you want a sequel?

Anything you would change if you could?

How does Dishonored rate on your favourite games list?

Favourite power?

Least favourite power?

The Outsider marks you! What’s the first thing you do? 

Daud’s whalers or Delilah’s witches?

Granny Rags or Slackjaw?

Which Loyalist do you love the most?

Which assassination target is your favourite?

Dead Eels, Hatters or Bottle Street Gang?

Thomas or Billie?

Daud’s DLC or Corvo’s main game?

The Knife of Dunwall or The Brigmore Witches?

Piero or Sokolov?

Achievements you’re most proud of getting?

Have you replayed the game? If yes, about how many times?

Favourite headcanon?

Favourite heart quote(or quote in general)?

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The Good Place, season 2 - Episode 12

Fuck. Me. Running. When I find the man that invented opening stores for Black Friday on Thanksgiving day…Well, that bastard better be somewhere deep in the Bad Place. Anyways, it’s The Good Place, season 2, episode 12! Here we GO!

-And we cut right in with the whole team, as Michael lays out the simple idea that the soul is as mutable and changeable in the afterlife as in the duringlife. These four became better, again and again and again. It certainly doesn’t prove what they were like on Earth…

-But that’s not the point. What it proves is that their time on Earth is not a sufficient metric by which to judge them. Hundreds of millions, hundreds of billions, have been wrongly condemned for behaviors they still have the potential to change!

-Damn, even Gen is impressed. That’s not easy.

-Chapter 26!

-So as all this debate continues, Eleanor and Tahani get to talk about what they both went through. Tahani admitting how she slipped into her old patterns…Until she realized how it wasn’t worth it. She told them about eating cheetohs, and then she was gone.

-And Tahani also realized something else. She only got this far, only became able to stand for herself instead of all of that mess, because of Eleanor and the others. Without them, she’d still deserve to go exactly into the Bad Place.

-Even Jay realizes how crazy this has all been…And that’s when Janet decides she needs to talk and she loves him. She’s needed time to process that and she had that time and she loves him. Whatever happens, she needs to put that on the board.

-Which leaves Chidi…To march right up and just kiss Eleanor full on the lips and quit letting himself get in his own fucking way. Hot, diggity, dog.

-And then Michael and Gen comes back, and here’s her plan. You’ll each get a Medium Place, like Mindy, as an isolated holding chamber while they figure out the legal ramifications. Each, on their own.

-…Nope, those both suck. Try again.

-So, Gen lays it out. One, you all didn’t pass her moral tests right now. Two, she’s pretty sure you only improved because you thought you were in the Good Place, not because you were honestly improving. “You’re supposed to do good things because you’re good, not because you’re seeking moral dessert.”

-Michael’s argument, of course, is that they so consistently strived to be better, every single time they had enough time to do so. There was not a single loop where they got worse, or even stayed the same for any length of time. All they ever needed, was…

-A push in the right direction.

-And Gen realizes what he set upon. This is madness. But, do they have any other options on the board? ..Fuck it, they’ll do it!

-Do what? What is happening here. WHAT IS GOING ON HERE—

-Snap?!

-And Eleanor wakes up.

-…With her grocery cart.

-Back on Earth.

-To five minutes before she died. Back to before the zero point. But as that set of carts comes rolling for her, she’s yanked out of the way by a figure, who’s gone as fast as he was there…

-And she really, truly realizes, she almost died. So by the time she gets back to her shitty apartment with her terrible roommates, and tells them how she was so close to meeting truck-kin. And they both give about…half of a quarter of a fuck to give, at most. And after all of it, she realizes it.

-She realizes she’s hit rock bottom. And, maybe it’s the near death experience. Maybe it’s these weird feelings lingering. But whatever it is, things have to change. She ends up going into her trashed up room, cramming things into bags, and getting it clear enough to dig out her laptop, sit down and work. She puts a big post onto Facebook, saying how she wants to change…And the first reaction is to assume she got hacked.

-The next day, she goes into that shitberg medicine hawking job, and quits. And they do not give a single fuck, as she fights her way through the badness, and even comes to apologize to the environmental guy outside the grocery store.

-And she ends up talking to him for a while…And that’s how she ends up with a new job.

-While back at HQ, Michael and Janet are watching their four experiments…And Michael is ecstatic at Eleanor’s ticker tape. She’s on the right track.

-With each morning, she gets better. She fights her old impulses. She learns how to, bluntly, give a fuck about something, and it changes her, real and deep.

-It’s not that long before she’s sitting in a restaurant with her roommates, and admits she’s shifting to a vegetarian diet. Something more sustainable. …And wow, her friends are terrible, and Eleanor realizes…She’s got to come clean about the whole Dress Bitch thing. Which, of course destroys the friendship in two seconds.

-So that’s how she ends up in a new place. Ends up fighting through the hard part of doing right. The parts where you get punished for taking the hard route. The parts where I’m sorry that is a day-old slice of pizza in her toaster.

-And one day, she ends up bumping into a car when trying to find parking. And leaves her number.

-And the woman sues her. Claiming whiplash.

-For a bump where she was not in the fucking car when it happened.

-And Eleanor’s shitty roommate, stuck with her after their rich bitch friend kicked them both out, can only laugh at how Eleanor’s attempts to be good have fucked them over so thoroughly.

-Back in HQ, Michael is displeased at this stagnation. It’s hurting his case something fierce…

-And indeed, the environment guy comes to Eleanor’s place and what the fuck happened to you? But cue her roommate who got tickets to, and I quote, “Taylor Splift, the Taylor Swift reggae cover band”. And so Eleanor has to lay out how her attempts to be better fucked her over. Why should she try to be better?!

-Because, you, feel, better about yourself when it’s done.

-But, she slips. She can’t do it. And that’s how she ends up back with her old dirtbag boss at his new gig, teaching people how to start up pyramid schemes.

-Back in HQ, Michael and Janet are struggling, trying to figure things out. But he realizes the core problem. She needs a better environment. How the hell can he give her a better environment…

-So that’s how Eleanor ends up drunk in a bar, a straight year after her near-death experience and on her birthday. Right back in the same slump she was in before.

-And a certain bartender look it’s Michael. Michael’s tending bar and he offers her a chance to talk it all out. They end up there for the entire night as Michael works on his tending skills, and Eleanor ultimately vents about how….How she got fucked over for doing good.

-Your moral dessert. …You know, he had a friend who talked about how, whenever she did something she knew was wrong, she’d get that little voice telling her no, don’t do it, it’s wrong. And the biggest thing she got from doing good? It wasn’t awards, or praise. It was the simple, honest awareness that that little voice could settle down.

-“Your friend sounds like she’s one pickle short of…a…a pickle party.”

-She’d always been a little rough around the edges…But she had a good heart. And she made him a much better man, when she followed her conscience. Drinks are on him tonight. But…Try thinking about that conscience. And ask yourself a simple question. “What do we owe each other.”

-The next morning, Eleanor wakes up with a hangover, and Michael slips back into HQ…And Eleanor, when she’s back on her feet and when Facebook shows her that post from a year ago, can’t get that sentence out of her head. So she ends up googling it. Finds the book. And finds Chidi’s lecture on it posted up to youtube.

-And she ends up spending the whole day, watching Chidi’s lectures, on and off. And his ideas…They resonate. They’ve always resonated, time and time again.

-And that’s how she ends up on a plane. And how something, something she can’t understand but can’t deny, draws her there. To the university where he teaches. To his office. To be standing right in front of a man that she hasn’t been able to get out of her head since she saw him.

-Michael sees that moment…And all he can do is smile. The one single linking factor in all of the reboots in his neighborhood, was Eleanor finding Chidi. And now…Now it’s time for things to get interesting.

-Credits!

God DAMN. DAMN damn damn. They keep flipping the script on me. And we haven’t even touched on the fate of Jay or Tahani! Jeeeez. This show. This fucking show.

I can only imagine what season 3 will hold.

But after all that, it’s time to get back to anime. Something…Uh, actually I don’t know what yet I’ve got like three things to pick between and I’m too hungry to say something pithy WAIT FOR IT