#like not the most insane 2 years of my life but it's gotta be up there

[stinkbeck]

still can’t believe one of my profs tried to catch me in a lie that one of my protags had going on lol. i feel like there was 1 person in that program who knew me lmfao.

[butlervibesonly]

𝐹𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 PART 1 | Austin Butler

• SUMMARY : Austin is your best friend and you seem to attend the same event without knowing it. As much as the two of you loved the pranks you did on the set as younger, you decide to repeat the past. But this actually turns into the most wildest things you’ve ever done.

• PAIRING : Austin Butler x female! reader

• WARNINGS : fake/pretended dating, flirting, kissing

• NOTE: Hello guuuuys! 💕 Sorry for not posting anything in a while, life has been busy. I hope y’all will like this and ACTUALLY! Please let me know how would you feel about part 2! I might… how do you say it… spice things up?

Celebrities poured onto the red carpet, shimmering in designer gowns and suits, the paparazzi’s cameras capturing every angle, every smile, every carefully curated moment - that is what it takes to be at the awards.

In the quieter corner of the lobby, away from the chaos of the main entrance which you managed to escape luckily, you adjust your silver dress. The dress you decided to wear tonight is simple but elegant, exactly your style. Your manager insisted for you to arrive early, but now you regret you listened to her. The whole event is just one big chaos, and as much as you love your coworker actors and this job, you’re simply not in the mood to talk with anyone today. It’s just kind of thing you gotta do because your career demands it. You are about to head to the bar for a drink when you hear a familiar voice.

“Look who it is.”

You turn around and your poker face turns into a smile. It’s Austin, your closest friend and the best guy in the industry. He is just leaning against the wall in Prada clothing looking almost too good to be true.

“Aus!” you exclaim, rushing to hug him tightly. “What are you doing here?! I thought you hated these things!”

“Mutual loathing, y’know,” Austin replies jokingly, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “But my manager threaten me to go. You?”

“Same story, different manager.” You reply, letting him go gently as both of you laugh.

You two stay far from anyone, changing some stories about your latest projects. Austin was really good friend of yours since the two of you met as teenagers, filming some series for Disney channel.

“Do you remember those stupid pranks we used to do on the sets?” he asks, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously and he grins. You raise an eyebrow. “Like the time we convinced every other kid from set that you and I were secretly married?”

“Just like that. Why not repeat that?” Austin glances at you, something unspoken sparkling in his eyes. “Let’s give them something to talk about, and make the boulevard blow.”

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s pretend we’re dating,” he says with such a calmness. “We’ll get out there, hand in hand. We will whisper sweet nothings to each other as we have arrived together, and make the paps lose their minds.” Sweet nothings, you think for yourself. There is one thing Austin doesn’t know about - you loved him for so long, since the day one actually. And thinking of doing this is messing not only your head but your heart as well.

You laugh, shaking your head. “Have you got insane?”

“Come on, Y/l/n. We haven’t had some fun in years.” Austin pauses, his grin softening. After a few moment’s of hesitation, you nod, a mischievous smile spreading across your face. “Fine.”

Austin’s smirk gets wide, offering you his hand. “Let’s make them go crazy, love.”

You and Austin walk inside the main hall again, hand in hand. You feel your heart beating, almost pounding out of your chest. All of your coworkers know that Austin is really good friend of yours, but no one knows how deeply you loved and love him for years now. And knowing you will have to pretend the two of you are dating it’s not making it any easier.

Austin holds your hand and the two step on the red carpet, and that’s the time where only you two get all the attention. The cameras nearly explodes when you and Austin step onto the red carpet together. You guys walk arm in arm, pausing for photos, leaning in close. At one point Austin brushes a strand of hair from your face, and paparazzi gasp, immediately taking pictures.

You feel all eyes were on you and Austin. It’s not that you would mind, actually, you are enjoying as you make everyone around you crazy. “See, honey? They are all crazy about us.” You lean closer to hear him and as one of his hands rest on your back, you take his other hand to hold onto. Austin glances down at you, noticing your smile and the way you’re holding his hand. It makes a shiver go up his spine. He looks you in the eyes and smile, gently squeezed your hand.

“You know, you’re damn good at this. I almost almost forget that we aren’t actually a couple right now,”

You smirk at Austin, as you play along now. “How about leaving to other actors now, leaving the paparazzi desperate for more photos so we can also fool our coworkers?” He smirks and his hand travels to your lower back.

He knows it is all just an act, but it feels so right. So damn right. He takes a step forward, leading the two of you towards one of the actors as he spoke to you. “Are you ready to put on the ‘couple act’ for them, darling?”

You nod your head and smirks. “Never felt more ready.” Austin chuckles, his smirk now matching yours. He likes the confidence in you. The two of you approach one of the other actors, who is Austin’s coworker and friend who worked with him on Masters of the Air - Callum. “Hey, Call!” Austin waves at him, holding your hand.

“Oh, Austin! Hey!” Austins walks with you to him. Callum turns away from the conversation he was in, his eyes landing on you and Austin. He is obviously stunned, his eyes widening slightly seeing the two of you together. His gaze immediately darted down to your hands intertwined together. “Austin, you’re here! And… you’re here with Y/n?”

“Hey, nice to finally meet you!” you offer Callum a hand to shake, adding the word finally to made him think Austin promised you to introduce you to him. Callum smiles awkwardly, quickly glancing down at your hand still intertwined with Austin’s again, before looking back up at you. The stunned look is still on his face, but he manages to answer you.

“It’s, uh, nice to meet you too. Wow, I can’t believe you’re actually here with Austin. You two… you, uh, look great together” Callum answers, confused tone in his voice. You glance at Austin, who is not hiding his smirk any longer. “Thank you! Austin is actually the best man I could ever wish for and I'm glad we're finally out together...” you smile softly and squeeze Austin’s hand.

Callum chuckles again, still seeming a bit stunned at the fact you and Austin ‘are’ together. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, he’s a great guy, I can tell. You two together though… wow. You both make a really cute couple!” Callum points at your hands.

“Thanks, pal,” Austin speaks out, wrapping an arm around your waist. Call nods. He actually glances at Austin’s arm wrapping around you and swallows. “Yeah, umm, no problem! So uh… how long have the two of you been a thing exactly?” he asks, clearly trying to process this whole situation.

Your cheeks burn with excitement, kinda loving this. “A half a year now…” Austin lies, looking into your eyes and you smile at each other, playing along. Callum’s eyes widen once again, still looking completely shocked, now learning the fact you and Austin ,have been together, for that long without anyone knowing.

“Woah, that long? And none of us knew? I feel like an idiot, I had no idea you two had been together that long…” he smiles nervously.

“Well, we wanted to hide it from the public for as long as possible and so... And I see that we succeeded brilliantly.” Austin speaks out, his hand that lays on around waist rubs your hip. You feel like your temperature is rising with every other Austin’s touch. Words can’t describe how much you wish this all wasn’t a pretending.

Callum still seems so stunned, his brain obviously trying to figure out how he didn’t see the signs of the two of you being together. He doesn’t reply right away, only staring at the two of you in total disbelief for a moment.

“Yeah, you did… I just… I can’t wrap my mind around the fact that the two of you have been together for half a year and I had no idea…”

“Austin didn’t mention?”

“No… he never spoke a word about you two being together. This is new to me and I’m sure it’s the same for the rest of us here. We all had no idea you two are together.” Callum takes a sip of his drink, trying to hide his cluelessness.

Austin smirks, his lips twitching. He is enjoying every moment of tricking Callum into thinking that you and him are actually together. “Once we tell the others then the shock of it being a secret for so long will wear off, so I wouldn’t worry about that.”

You run your thumb over his knuckles. Austin glances down at your hand, butterflies exploding in his belly. “How did you guys managed to keep it a secret for half a year?" Callum interrupts the silence.

You think for a while, managing to get out some lie. “Well we tried not to appear in public too much. We didn't show any interaction in the medias and it just sort of went away.” you laugh softly, melting into Austin’s embrace.

Callum watches in surprise as you press your body up against Austin’s. It’s such a natural looking and believable sight. He smiles awkwardly once more before speaking. "Yeah, that makes sense. You two look good together, tho." Callum smirks, all believing this act.

Austin glances down at you, his eyes sparkling with such a mischief. He likes how this little game is progressing. The more you act ‘couple like’ the more the other actors believe. And as a plus, the fact you’re leaning against him, holding his hand… he’d be lying if he didn’t enjoy the feeling.

Suddenly an idea hits you. You look at Austin, and you lean closer, your face now close to yours. Austin leans forward a little as you pull him closer, a smirk still on his lips. He knows exactly what you are doing. He chuckles silently to himself as you tug him towards you, his heart racing a bit with excitement. When you are close enough you kiss him.

Austin’s heart skips a beat, the feeling of your lips pressing against his in a soft kiss making his head spin. The smirk falls from his lips, and he can’t stop the shiver going down his spine. He just stands there, a little stunned for a second after you pull away, his eyes widening and his lips tingling from the kiss. You notice he is taken away by the kiss so you decide it’s time to cut the conversation with Callum.

“It was nice meeting you, Call. I guess we will keep seeing each other around now.” you smile warmly and Callum nods and blinks, a moment of silence between you before he answers you.

"Yeah, it was great talking to you, too. Um, yeah, see ya around"

You guys walk away from Callum, and you lean in and whisper. “How did I went?” you ask, still holding onto his hand. He chuckles as you leaned to whisper in his ear, his heart still fluttering a bit from when you kissed him. "You did… absolutely great, love. You looked great, you acted great, the way you were clinging onto me…"

“And was that kiss okay? I don't want you to do something you might not be comfortable with..” you ask again, being concerned about if he doesn’t mind. Actually, Austin stops and turn you to face him. “It was more than okay,” he says, his blue eyes staring into yours.

“I was just stunned for a moment. It looked very convincing. I can’t wait to see all the medias and websites tomorrow. We’ll probably have our names written across every single one of them after tonight’s little show..” As he says this you realize that. You guys faked all of this, even tho for you it was not so fake…

“Um, yeah..” You bow your head down a little. Austin chuckles softly, taking your chin and lifting your head up to look at him. “Hey, don’t get shy on me now, darling. We’ve got to play the lovey-dovey couple to keep this plan believable all night."

You feel a knot in your throat as your feelings start showing. “I’m not shy, Austin, I just…” His smirk slowly fades away, replaced by a look of concern and confusion. He takes note of the hesitance in your words, raising an eyebrow. “Just what…? What’s wrong, sweetheart?"

You wonder how to gather the words that cross your mind right now. Every little feeling, every little attraction that Austin is making you feel. When you take a deep breath you start. “Aus, I don't know how to say this but... I liked you for a while now. Since the day one, actually. And the fact that you're my best friend only supports this. But this whole thing we are doing makes me realize how much I feel for you... How much I would wish if we couldn't pretend...”

Austin’s eyes widen and he is stunned for a moment. He blinks, taking in what you just confessed to him. He expected you to be just pretending this whole time, but from the way you confessed he knows now that you’re being serious. His heart skips a beat, butterflies fluttering inside his stomach again.

“Are you…. really…?”

“Yea... And I'm so sorry if this is going to ruin the things between us, I just... I wanted to tell you.” Suddenly you feel your heart drop as even more thoughts start to flow through your mind. Austin pauses for a long moment, searching your eyes, his mind racing. He expected this whole thing to just be a lie for the paparazzi, but now? It’s obvious you are being more than serious. What he also realizes is that the butterflies in his stomach were fluttering because he feels the same way.

“No, no… There is no need to apologize, sweetheart… And this doesn’t ruin anything between us… I actually…” You wait for his response, the world around you fading away slowly. He sighs and looks back into your eyes. “I actually feel the same… I like you too, Y/n. I’ve had a crush on you for quite a while, but I never knew if you felt the same and… I didn’t want to ruin our friendship if you didn’t feel the same.”

You smile at his words, realizing what he just said. Austin smiles back at you. It’s crazy to think the both of you feel the same yet neither of you knew how much until this moment. “I didn’t think you’d actually admit to it… I wasn’t sure if you’d be just faking to convince others…”

“Well I like you that much it wasn't even hard to pretend.” you smirk and Austin wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your closer to him. “I suppose that means we don’t have to fake it this whole night. You’re mine, and I’m yours… Now really.”

“We don’t?” You wrap your arms around him as a playful expression crosses your face. “No, we don’t. Now we can just spend the rest of the evening with no secrets or lies, pretending we’re both together. Just… actually being together.” he cups your face.

You lean closer, smelling his cologne and your cheeks burn with desire. Austin’s eyes glitters. He raises an eyebrow and chuckles softly, tightening his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him so your chests are touching. Austin closes the gap between you, his lips finally meeting yours for a soft kiss. This time, it’s a real kiss, not just pretended affection.

The kiss is passionate, and you feel like this is what was meant to happen. He pulls away, his forehead resting on yours. “I wanted to do this for so long…” Austin’s hand rests on the back of your neck, breathing fast.

“I love you, Austin…” these words slip from your lips faster than you expect. Austin giggles deeply, pressing another kiss to your cheek. “I love you too, my darling.”

[dropoutconfessions]

this is for the owner of this blog. why tf did you reblog plaidos. do you even know who she is and the kind of damage she's had on the trans community? she answered an anon about someone clearly pretending to be a trans woman working for dropout (because they use the language "members" (proven that dropout cast doesn't refer to themselves as that) and mentions a "dropout show" (... dropout is not a show. it's a host of multiple shows)) who had 0 proof. she's so reactionary and her logic is easily dismantled, she contradicts herself all the time (the post you reblogged she goes on about how "trans women aren't marketable" which is why they're not in dropout. there are so many other trans people in dropout, but in the comments of another plaidos post she said "persephone was so popular when she was in d20". literally took me 2 minutes to find the contradiction. not to mention the graph she reblogs with an elusive "tme vs tma rep in dropout" with no stats and no classification of what tme and tma means, no clear answer on where the many appearances and shows specifically made for and by drag queens, and then complained that lumping every genderqueer person who likely came out after being hired equaled to more than one subset of trans people.

i'm so disappointed. so much for this being a safe, apolitical space. plaidos has done irreperable harm to me and my transmasc brothers and to see a DROPOUT GIMMICK BLOG reblogging her baseless and clearly incorrect accusations proven by literally just KNOWING about dropout. but instead, you've made your blog an unsafe place for anyone who isn't a white transfem by showing you're in agreeance with plaidos.

you want links to posts? go to her blog and search the #dropout tag. there's your links.

Okay so I just would like to say a few things in response to this. first, I reblogged like, one post, and not even directly from her. I do not do an insane amount of research into people I reblog from to check if everything is kosher, which I assume no one else does.

If y'all expect me to check that much, stop sending me asks about how I haven't posted your asks yet. I know everyone assumes its because I dislike their post personally. It's not. It's cause i have a really really busy life rn. I mean this with all the kindness in my heart, I do not give enough of a fuck to block most of your opinions from making the stage short of you using slurs or straight up lying.

Regardless, she passes the tests. She's not anti-trans mascs and I feel like this is the result of bad faith readings and people assuming trans women are the enemy. Also taking any mention of oppression that doesn't apply to you as a personal attack.

I looked her up and the first thing i saw complaining about her called her a slur, so not a great start gotta say. If any of y'all use this word as an insult, stop, it's categorically not okay.

Also, there can be a lack of trans women, and also you can like persephone valentine. 3 trans women on a network with like a fuck ton of other queer people is also not very many, when you take into the fact that twice as many TME trans people have been on multiple episodes of dropout shows, that's not a contradiction. You can be popular and also unmarketable, that's like every remotely famous TMA, and honestly trans people in general have a harder time. That's not contradiction, that's us going "yippee a single fucking crumb of transfem rep" in 2021 and then being drip fed with game changer, um actually, and dirty laundry occasional appearances for the next 3 years.

If you want a definition for TMA and TME, like a formal one, not just what the acronyms mean, do your research on it. You wanna know how I learned about the fact that they refer to specifically institutional transmisogyny? FROM PLAIDOS'S BLOG. Do you actually, like, look at her posts? or just the ones cherrypicked to make her seem anti-transmasc because of bad faith interpretations? She's very clearly aware of the oppression trans mascs face, it's called transphobia. Transmisogyny is specifically the oppression trans women face given the fact we are seen as a subhuman third gender on an institutional level.

so much for this being a safe apolitical space

I never said it would be apolitical. In fact, safe and apolitical are contradictory. We're trans. Our very existence and identity and lives have been made political, and will be political for the entirety of our lifespans. I'm not going to lie down and pretend otherwise for the comfort of the world and I am honestly disappointed that you, as a fellow trans person, are encouraging that behavior in any way.

The entire "not an ask" tag, is for me to talk. It's mine. My space. You cannot divorce this blog from my influence because it's my goddamn blog. I am not a jukebox or a puppet for you to get your fandom stuff. I am a woman with her own damn opinions and a large enough follower count for my push for trans rights to largely get slightly less ignored than they do on main.

I have been following dropout / collegehumor since the All Nighters. The only subject I am more knowledgeable about is probably Alpharad or Paper Mario. I know dropout. I know statistics, I'm majoring in it. I've known about this issue for years now. But until this blog, until very recently, I didn't have a platform for it, so I just shut the fuck up. I'm not doing that this time. I'm going to be a very jaded women because some of the men who are supposed to be my brothers are acting like this. Like we need to shut up and not complain. No. Fuck that.

I do not think Dropout is the bad guy here. As of now, I'm holding out hope. I personally, am not boycotting them (yet). I am holding out hope that they respond, and then I'll wait a few months because I know things are recorded in advance and hiring and vetting processes take time. But I would like a change. Because outside of a spike in 2021 (when the seven was released), transfem appearances on dropout hasn't really changed for the better, at all.

but instead, you've made your blog an unsafe place for anyone who isn't a white transfem

Oh damn I guess I gotta leave, since my blog isn't safe for me. Since yk. I'm not white. I'm a stone cold desi bitch and I will live and die that way. Thanks for assuming I'm white tho, really showing that "white people are the default" world view you've got going there.

Do you want to know why, everyone assumes only white transfems have this take? Because so few of you, actually listen to transfems, ofc you don't notice, that transfems of color, have the same fucking opinion.

I want it to be clear. I love trans mascs. My partner is transmasc. Some of my best friends are transmascs. I don't hate trans mascs. I don't even hate you. I just kinda hate talking to you. And everyone, regardless of gender, like you. The type of people who heard, that transfems are oppressed in a way transmascs aren't, a way cis women aren't, and somehow turned that into a personal attack. You took a single fucking critic against Dropout, and decided to be guided by hatred.

This is my problem with the fandom. Transfems bring up one little thing: they'd like to be more represented. Nothing about Dropout being evil, nothing against Sam Reich or Brennan Lee Mulligan, just the fact that they are cis white men in positions of power being a valid part of the data. And you started attacking us. We're receiving death threats because people are whiteknighting a comedy company that is visibly entirely unaffected by our actions.

I have one question for all of you. Why aren't you in the comments and reblogs of all the confessions tagged negative dropout post? You want to defend this company, I better see an uptick in notes on those posts. Otherwise shut the fuck and let us beg for a bit more representation in peace.

If you have a problem with that. Leave. I don't want you following my blog if you so desperately need me to be silent on the matters that affect me and the people I love. And that includes you. The day the world comes for your throat, I'll be there. I have come to accept that I won't get that same treatment. But don't you fucking tell me not to stand up for myself. Cause I'm standing up for the both of us when any of us need it.

[witchygagirlwrites]

Fix You-Part 2

Kelly Severide x Reader x Matt Casey/Sevasey x Reader

You're only supposed to be there for a set period of time. You're definitely not getting closer to everyone at 51, especially 2 in particular

If you saw this before no you didn't (I fucked up 🤦‍♀️)

The entire reason you first came to Chicago was because your aunt was needing help with end of life care and your uncle wasn’t in the shape to handle it. That was what originated your move from New York and also why you were working the temp pool instead of trying to find a permanent position for the longest. Your aunt had passed about three months after you started at fifty one so you kept your mouth shut and your eyes on the ten month mark. They talked like they wanted to keep you and god Chicago was feeling like home considering you’d been there close to two years but you didn’t truly belong there, did you?

You had to tell yourself that anyway. That was the only thing keeping you sane. You couldn’t let yourself believe they wanted you to stay as bad as you wanted to stay. 

You pulled up to fifty one and parked behind Matt’s truck, grabbing your bag and slid out. It was a long shift so you’d be at the station for the next two days, lucky you. You walked across the street and heard Ritter call your name and looked up about the time a volleyball was flying at your head and just managed to catch it “What in the hell?” you laughed and he grinned “That was the most awesome catch!” as he came running up to you.

You laughed and passed the ball back to him. “You better be glad I like you kid” he nodded “Believe me Spitfire I am” you shook your head and continued into the bays. Kelly was sitting in his recliner, Matt was at the table with Cruz, Capp and Tony. They all greeted you. You nodded “Fellas” and held out your hand for the extra copy of the crossword puzzle Kelly had gotten in the habit of keeping for you when he realized he’d found someone else that liked doing them. 

Matt winked at you “Five bucks says Spitfire finishes it in half the time it took Kel” the guys around the table all started putting bets on either you or Kelly. You grinned “Damn Sev, your fella just bet on me” he raised an eyebrow as his eyes skimmed across you then shrugged “Can’t say I blame him” you felt your face warm. If you didn’t know any better you would think Kelly had just checked you out. You shook your head and looked back at Matt “Let me put my stuff in my locker and I’ll come back out so you can time it. Fair and square” he nodded “Alright darlin” and you grinned before heading inside.

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You walked through the common area and Herrman whistled at you “Hey sweetheart! You want some coffee?” you nodded towards the locker rooms “I gotta put my stuff away” he nodded “I know I was gonna pour ya a cup before these idiots get the good pot” a smile slipped onto your face “Oh then yeah, please”

He turned to grab you a cup as you pushed the door open into the locker room. Sylvie was inside, shoving her bag into her locker. “Hey Brett” you greeted with a smile and she grinned “Hey partner” You grabbed her hand after she finished putting her bag away “Come watch me kick Severide’s ass on the crossword again?” she laughed as she let you pull her out of the room “You and him are insane! Competing over who can finish a crossword first! In pen!”

You shrugged “It’s fun” Herrman passed you your coffee as soon as you hit the common area and you smiled at him “You’re the best person I have ever met” and he laughed “I think that’s the coffee talking but I’ll take it”

You and Sylvie walked out into the bays and Matt patted the seat next to him “Come on then Spitfire! Put your money where your mouth is!” you laughed and slid into the seat before looking over at Kelly “You ready?” he grinned “Oh honey I’m always” and Matt shook his head then counted down on his watch. “Go!”

Three minutes later you handed Matt your finished crossword and Kelly eyed you “Bullshit” you grinned “Not bullshit Sev. Look at the category” he glanced down and cursed “Son of a bitch. Of course she’d find everything first” Sylvie leaned over his shoulder and laughed when she saw that New York City was the category. “Your hometown” you nodded “Easier for me to spot the words”

Kelly shook his head “Little shit” you winked at him “Don’t be mad” he eyed you for a minute then shook his head “Naw, I couldn’t be mad looking at that face” there he goes again, IN FRONT of his boyfriend!?! 

Instead of getting mad however Matt simply laughed “It is a little hard isn’t it?” you cut your eyes at Sylvie trying to gauge if she was seeing what you were but her expression didn’t give anything away. 

Matt whistled and motioned for all the guys “Ok everyone who had the bright idea to vote against Spitfire put up or shut up” everyone tossed cash on the table and Matt picked it up and passed it to you “There ya go” you took the money and looked over at Sylvie with a shrug “Guess I’m buying lunch”

Of course lunch was interrupted by a call. You ended up wheeling into Med riding on the side of a gurney with your hand stuck in your patient’s chest manually pumping his heart. You spotted Fireball as soon as the gurney hit the sliding doors because she was currently on Connor’s shoulders yelling at Will while Firecracker tried her best to not laugh at the entire scene so you hollered “Yo babe! Switch out with me! My hand is starting to cramp!” and she turned to look at you and her eyes widened “Oh shit”

She hopped off Connor’s shoulders and ran over to hop onto the gurney, sliding her hand into place so you could slide yours out. “Thank you” you told her and she nodded as Connor moved to help push the gurney into trauma two. 

You nodded slowly, that was Fireball for you. She treated the weirdest situations like they were the most normal. Then again maybe that was why you and her were as good of friends as you were? You nodded to Rhodes “Good luck” then cut your eyes at Firecracker “Have a safe shift honey” before looking at Sylvie “We gotta go” Fireball was currently cracking the patient’s chest and looked over her shoulder “Bye” then went right back to work. 

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“How did you meet Fireball and Firecracker anyways?” Sylvie asked when the two of you got back out to the rig. You laughed “With Fireball I was working at another station house on the south end, and her and her guys happened to pass by a wreck and we were overwhelmed. We didn't have help there yet. She hopped out and jumped right in. Was helping me with one patient while she was yelling at Jay and Mouse how to stabilize another. She ended up riding with one patient into the hospital, damn near got into a fight with the chief resident there probably would have if her guys weren’t cops and had followed her. The three of them then offered to buy me and my then partner lunch”

Sylvie shook her head with a laugh “Sounds like Fireball” You shrugged “I’m the more controlled chaos but just as chaotic as her so who am I to judge..have you heard how she got that nickname?” Sylvie shook her head and you grinned “Ask her. It’s one helluva story. As for Firecracker when Lindsay left she recommended her for the opening in Intelligence and we met through that” 

When you walked into work you immediately noticed that Kelly wasn’t sitting in his recliner and Matt wasn’t at the table. The air itself felt heavier almost. What was going on? The usual easy nature of the mornings had been replaced by a somberness. It felt almost choking. You walked into the house and the common area was even worse. 

You cut your eyes towards the captain quarters to see Matt was in there with the door closed then looked to see Kelly was in the Lieutenant quarters with the door closed. Did they have a fight or something? No, they wouldn’t let it boil over to affect everyone like this. It had to be something else. You caught Sylvie’s eyes where she stood pouring a glass of orange juice and tilted your head towards the locker room.

She nodded and put the orange juice carton back in the fridge then followed you across the room. The moment the doors closed you stepped close to her and whispered “What the hell is going on?” “It’s Shay’s birthday” your heart dropped. Her and Matt both had told you about Shay. What she’d meant to the house and to Kelly in particular. Christ, no wonder the house was so damn somber. “Has he talked to anyone?” you asked and she shook her head. “He won’t even talk to Matt. Just a warning if we get called out today, especially to back the truck he gets a little touchy” “Go figure” you replied then nodded “Ok. Thank you for letting me know”

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Maybe it was a bad idea but neither of them had eaten lunch. You went to the captains quarters first and knocked. Matt turned and saw you and smiled before unlocking the door and letting you in. You held up the plate “Nothing fancy, just a sandwich and some chips but it’s better than a call come in and you respond on an empty stomach”

He nodded “Thank you, really” his eyes flickered towards the Lieutenant quarters so you took a deep breath before asking “I’m not trying to overstep into your relationship or anything because I know he hasn’t talked to you but I’m gonna try to get him to eat. Should I try to get him to talk? Is that disrespectful to you or to Shay?”

He shook his head “No darlin. That isn’t disrespectful to me or her. Hell she’d love you if she was still around” a small smile slipped onto your face at that. That woman was still the heartbeat of this place and to hear she’d love you? It meant a lot. You nodded and sighed, he looked so damn heart broken “Want a hug?” he laughed “If you’re serious yeah” you grinned and pulled him into a hug before saying “Don’t worry Matt. I can be quite annoying when need be” he shook his head “Not annoying, just persistent”

You walked over to the Lieutenant quarters and knocked. Kelly didn’t answer at first so you knocked again. By the third knock he finally opened the door “Yeah Spitfire, what is it?” You pushed past him into the room and sat the sandwich down on the desk before moving it over enough you could sit down on top of the desk too. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He sat down in the chair that was about a foot away from you and stared you down “About what?” you decided to play dumb” you gave him a smile that you normally used when trying to calm patients, it was a genuine smile but a controlled and practiced one “Whatever it is that’s bothering you so much Matt hasn’t even darkened your door. Your shoulders and jaw are so tense my muscles are aching by looking at em and your eyes look so damn sad Kel”

He sat there for a moment before his eyes started to tear up “It’s Shay’s birthday” you smiled gently “You want to tell me about her?” he nodded “She was god she was my best friend. I wish you could’ve met her” you listened as he told you everything about Leslie Shay. You found yourself standing and walking over to the chair, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and he laid his head over on your stomach as he cried. “I am so sorry Kel. I can not imagine losing someone like that. I just lost my aunt a little while ago and we were nowhere near that close.  Just remember those we love are never truly gone as long as we carry them in our hearts. Any time you want to talk about her, come and find me. I’ll be glad to listen”

“Thank you darlin” he whispered and a smirk slipped onto your face “Darlin huh? Pickin up pet names from your better half now are ya? You being all sweet to me. Shay must have been one hell of a woman indeed” he shook his head “You’re so mean to me but so sweet to Matt. Why is that?” you grinned “You’re a crash out. He’s a softie. You need different means of communication” he laughed and shook his head “Only coming from you would that make any sense”

You handed him the sandwich then said “I’m sending Matt in here, ok?” he nodded “Ok. Thank you” you smiled “Anytime”

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Matt walked into the Lieutenant quarters and Kelly was eating the sandwich you’d bought him. “She’s something else, isn’t she?” Matt asked and Kelly nodded “Yeah, she really is” both men cut their eyes up to see you were currently helping Cruz practice the Waltz for this wedding reception and a smile slipped onto their faces.

“Never judged them but didn’t see the appeal of three before” Matt blurted out then his eyes got wide as he looked at Kelly, expecting to see some sort of anger or something in his boyfriend’s eyes but instead Kelly nodded “Fireball,Jay and Mouse might have been on to something” and looked back towards you before leaning his head over on Matt’s shoulder “I love you. I’m sorry for shutting you out about Shay” “I love you too. It’s ok”

@desimarie12

[scarisd3ad]

Trouble

Chapter - one (trouble on my left, trouble on my right)

Pairing(s) - stu macher x reader, billy loomis x reader

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Summary - ‘trouble on my left, trouble on my right I’ve been facing trouble almost all my life.’

(A/N) - I know its early June, and I promised this by late may, but got real busy.

Warnings - mentions of murder, mentions of blood, regular scream warnings, infidelity, cursing, violent language

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I leaned myself against my counter as I listened to Stu and Billy go on, and on about killing Casey Becker, my next-door neighbor, and Stu's ex-girlfriend.

"So, what's the plan again?" I ask.

Both boys turn their heads towards me. "We break in and kill'er duh," Stu says, rolling his eyes. He was a complete idiot. I don't even know why I like him sometimes. "We need a plan, dumbass. You're gonna get your ass locked up if we do that," I say with an eye roll. Billy stands up from his spot and walks over to me. He wraps an arm around my waist. "I'm gonna call, mess with her a bit. You're gonna be hiding in the house, and Stu will be outside. Stu will kill Steve, and you try to get her outside for Stu," he explains, pressing a kiss to my cheek. "What're you gonna do?" I ask as I wiggle out of his grip. "I already told you I'm doing the calling. " I roll my eyes, walk over to Stu, and plop myself into his lap. Stu has a grin on his face as he wraps his arms around my waist. Stu was the clingier one out of the two boys, and I didn't hate it. 

Stu presses kisses to my neck as I say, "Why do we have to do all the hard work?" Billy rolls his eyes; he's fed up with the two of us already. "I'll do the hard work next time with Sid, alright?" I nod with a smile. I turn towards Stu, press my lips to his, and wrap my arms around his neck. Stu always immediately goes all in, with tongue and everything.

Billy groans. "Can you guys not do that shit?" I roll my eyes as I pull away from Stu. "you can join in Billy" Stu says with a laugh. Billy shakes his head. "gotta date with Sid. I'll see you guys later," Billy says, pressing a kiss to my lips and smacking Stu in the back of the head. Once my front door slams shut, Stu's lips are immediately on mine. I kiss him back, but only for a few seconds before I push him away.

He looks like I had just kicked his puppy. His brows furrowed and his head cocked to the side. "So, when are we doin' this shit?" I ask, arms wrapping around his neck affectionately. "tomorrow" he replies before immediately pressing his lips back to mine.

When Billy and Stu had first proposed the idea of going on a killing spree, I was absolutely against it. Hell, I thought they were fucking crazy and really questioned why I was sneaking around with the two assholes, but when they brought up the fact that they were planning on killing both of their girlfriends, I was in. 

I have been secretly seeing Stu since the beginning of the school year. It all began with a drunken kiss, which then led to us sneaking around behind his girlfriend's back. Eventually, I found myself completely in love with him. About 2 months ago, Billy joined us. He caught us together one night at Stu's house, and since then we've formed a very unusual and insane trio.

Most would think I was absolutely insane to go to the lengths of killing the girlfriends of the two men I was sneaking around with, and well so do I. Sometimes I feel like I'm crazy for hating Tatum and Sid, but at the same time, I can justify it. I've fallen so in love with Billy and Stu, that I've just hung onto the idea that I'd have them all to myself once they were gone. By now, I crave the day I get to slaughter both of them bitches. I hate having to go behind everyone's backs. I hate having to pretend I like both of them. I hate that our relations stay in the confines of Billy, Stu, and I's houses while Sid and Tatum get them everywhere.

I pull away panting before saying, "You leaving too?" he chuckles softly, probably hearing the saltiness in my voice. "Nah rather say here with you" I giggle as he presses his lips to mine once again. 

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Wednesday is excruciating, as always. I almost have a perfect schedule now, be friendly with Tatum and Sid, go to English class, make out with Stu in the back seat of his car during math class, go to Spanish class, make out with Stu under the bleachers in the gym, go to gym class, have lunch outside with Billy Stu, randy, Tatum, and Sid, make out with Stu, leave early with Stu and Billy during 7th period so no one sees us. I'm surprised no one has caught on to our affair, seeing that Stu always wants to make out with someone, and if it's not me (which it usually is), it's Tatum.

Tatum presses herself against the locker next to mine. I can't say I hate Tatum, cause she's a nice girl, and so is Sid. if we were in any other situation, we'd be not only friends but best friends, but I can't like her. I can't bring myself to look at her without envisioning myself killing her in the near future. "Hey," I mutter as I pull my English notebook out of my locker.

"Casey said she saw Stu and Billy at your house... what did you guys do?" I can hear a hint of jealousy in her voice as she says it. I stared at her for a few seconds as I conjured up a lie. "They were hanging out with my brother. I think they might have watched some movies or something. "It wasn't a terrible lie. Billy and Stu did hang out with my brother Austin often. it was just that this specific weekend Austin was out with his girlfriend, so I had to make sure to get to Austin before Tatum did. "Oh..." she nods before turning around and walking off.

When Tatum is out of sight, I immediately bolt toward Austin's locker. Luckily, he's there, sorting through the items inside to find the ones he needs for his first period. "What?" he asks as he turns his towards me, pushing his hair back as he does so. "If Tatum asks, can you say you were hanging out with Billy and Stu this weekend?" his brows furrow before a grin erupts onto his face. "Why?" I roll my eyes, already knowing what he was thinking. "Because I had them over this weekend, and I don't want her knowing they were hanging out with me. "Somehow his smirk grows wider, "Why? Are you still fucking her boyfriend?" I let out a little groan as I rolled my eyes. "Shut up, please Austin?"

He lets out a begrudging sigh before mumbling a quiet "Fine but you owe me" I smile, "Thanks Austin!" I say before walking away. The only reason Austin knows anything about Stu and I is because he had accidentally walked in on Stu and I a few months back. It took two entire weeks of convincing to get Austin to keep our secret. 

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Stu, Billy, and I sneak off of campus at around 2:30, and we make it to my house at around three. A few weeks ago, I convinced my brother to stay with his girlfriend today, and my parents were out on a business trip, so we had the house to ourselves as we got ready for tonight.

We're up in my room just talking. We weren't going to go into action until at least 9:30, so we had some time to kill. Stu and I were lying on my bed, with his arm wrapped around me, while Billy sat in the swivel chair I had. Stu's head occasionally dipped down into the crevice of my neck to press kisses. "Tatum asked about you being over here yesterday, said Casey told her," I say, as Stu sucks a chunk of my skin into his mouth. He hums against my neck as Billy asks, "What'd you say?"

"Said you were hanging out with Austin," I say, leaning into Stu's body. "Made sure Austin would say the same, too." Stu nods against my skin, muttering "good" against my skin. "So, you got the shit we need to use?" I ask as I push Stu away from me so that the already developing hickey won't get any darker or bigger than it already is. I wasn't there when Billy and Stu killed Sid's mom. I was clueless as to what they were doing. They waited until well after the funeral to ask me to join them. "Yeah, got it in that duffle bag I brought in, got the knives and the costumes," he says as he leans back in the chair.

I sigh, crossing my arms over my chest as I watch Billy spin around in the chair, in an unusual act of childlike behavior. Stu's left-hand travels to my hip as he leans in and presses a kiss to my lips. I roll my eyes as he goes in for another. If I had to choose one of us to say is the absolute horniest, it would be Stu. Stu wasn't only fucking me, but he was also doing Tatum at the same time. It's like all he thought about was having a tight hole for his dick. Unlike Billy, who was only fucking around with me, and not Sid because Sid hasn't felt like it since her mom died. "God, can you guys stay off of each other for one second?" Billy says, rolling his eyes.

Stu and I pull apart, and he grins. "You're just jealous," Stu says with a laugh as he tries pulling me in for another kiss. I oblige, but only press my lips against his for less than a second before pulling away and throwing my legs over the side of my bed, so they dangled off the side. I pushed myself back up to my feet before walking over to Billy, who sat in my swivel chair, making sure to strut over as sexily as I could. I straddle Billy and trail kisses up his neck, starting down towards his collarbone. Once I make it to his ear, I whisper "You coulda just asked we woulda let you join Bill" he tries his best to roll his eyes and mutter "Don't call me that" under his breath but before I know it, he's got both his hands pressed tightly against my cheeks in a bruising grip and his tongue shoved in my mouth. 

"Holy shit," Stu whispers, with a light chuckle as Billy and I pull apart. Both of us are panting, and his hands are still pressing tightly against my cheeks. Billy grins as my cheeks heat up. "A-anyway....what are we supposed to do after we....y'know, kill her?" I ask. I'm still hesitant about killing Casey. she didn't do anything to me, we were practically best friends growing up. Casey was just so that everyone in town would be weary. So that we had a better chance of getting everyone we needed at our party. Safety's better in numbers. She was the opening kill, a kill that would make everyone stop and stare. That kill could have been anyone, but Stu decided to sign Casey and her new boyfriend Steve up for it because he was still bitter about how Casey broke up with him.

"I'm goin' to Sid's. so, I can have an alibi you two can do whatever the hell you guys want." if Stu decided to leave too, I'd be the main suspect, there'd be no one to vouch for me because we needed the house empty for us to execute our plan. I swing my legs over and my body around so I'm now facing Stu. "You up to stayin' here tonight, Stu?" I ask, a faux innocent grin on my face. He matches mine with a similar yet less innocent-like grin. "Fuck yeah."

Billy reaches around tapping my thigh before whispering, "Need to go downstairs, get the bag so we can get ready, babe. " I nod as he presses a kiss to my cheek. I get up and trot back over to my bed as Billy exits my room. I sit on my bed, sliding the ring that sat on my middle finger on and off anxiously. I didn't know if I was ready, or if I wanted to take part in the murder of Casey, anyway. I had hyped myself up for Sid and Tatum's, but Casey's? I tried my best to put that one to the side. I awaited Sid's and Tatum's deaths like it was my birthday. I craved the feeling of the knife between my hands as I plunged the knife in and out of their bodies. but Caseys, I awaited it like the first day of school after Christmas break, my hand jittered for the last 3 days as I thought about it and I just wished more days would appear between the day I was on, and the day I was supposed to help kill Casey. I just wanted it to be over.

"You, okay?" Stu asks, scooting towards me. "I Dunno if I'm ready. " His eyes roll as he places his left hand on my thigh, rubbing small circles into the supple skin with his thumb. "you're fucking ready." he says, for the past month or so they've been helping me 'practice'. they showed me the right way to hold the knife and then helped me practice 'stabbing' a pillow. So logically I'd be ready, but I still can't push away the guilty feeling that sat in my chest. I shrug "I Dunno, I-I'm just scared" he laughs loudly, throwing his head back in amusement. I furrow my eyebrows, a pout forming on my lips. His laughter dies down into just a little smirk as he leans in, pressing his lips to mine. "Don't be scared. I'll be with you the whole time," he says, pulling away. He shrugs. "and besides, you're not even killin' her. You just gotta scare her."

Billy bursts into the room, a large black duffle bag in one hand. He takes a seat back in the chair before unzipping it and pulling one large knife. The blade glistens in the light as he turns it, showing it off. My mouth is gaping open, staring at the freshly sharpened blade. All of my anxieties instantly wash away as I take the knife in my hand. "Nice, isn't it?" he smirks as my pointer finger lightly brushes over the sharp tip. suddenly I'm ready, it's like all the worry that was just filling my mind was instantly wiped away, and all I could think about was how nice the knife felt in my hands.

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[tom-is-online]

srry if you've alr answered this but-

top 5 covers + comms?? :333

I haven't been asked this before actually lmao, I gotta think about this one.

5. Jumpin' Over - R-906

its my fav non VBS song, its literally so fucking good, the 2dmv is fucking amazing, its just so cute and whimsical and i rly like when they use the characters names in lyrics. so awesome tysm mmj. literal peak keep it up girls

4. Ultra C - GIGA x Teddyloid x Reol

I love this song so much. I am a HUGE giga and teddyloid and reol fan its insane. Giga is my fav producer and they did such a fucking good job on this song it is fucking insane. The 2dmv is fucking crazy the designs everyone has. the lyrics are so fun and VBS sounds fucking great on it. its all so fucking good.

3. Daybreak Frontline - Orangestar

Ill be so real. I cried the first time i heard this fucking cover and I could not tell you fucking why. It was the last cover that game on eng before i started to pay attention to jp properly, i did not know this even existed before it came out on eng even tho i paid enough attention at the time to have known. But i used to listen to the cover on my bus to college last year like when the sun would rise. it did irreparable damage to me. its just so fucking good as well.

2. Fuel - Utsu-P

BURN MORE THATS WHAT I WAS BORN FOR! The metal song i needed for VBS and my fav commissioned song in the game right now. I felt before I liked it the most cuz of recency bias. But it still hasn't gone away... It's still like my favourite. It's just so good. The mv sends me into a fucking creative spiral its not even FUNNY. The instrumental is fucking insane. I'm also just a massive Akito guy so that also helps. but everyone sounds so fucking good on this song man its insane. I don't think i listened to another song for the first week after it came out and I fear the day it gets added to spotify.

Egoist - Parsley Onuma

Egoist was THE song that got me back into vocaloid so many years ago, it holds a rly special place in my heart for that so there's a little bias. On top of that this song is SO GOOD for VBS, don't get my started on the lyrics. ALSO THE 2DMV IS ALL IVE EVER WANTED IN LIFE. they got a fucking graffiti artist on this shit. THATS SO COOL? THEY GOT A GUY ON TO DO THAT??? Its literally so fucking good and nobody CARES and it KILLS ME the 3dmv is also very cool esp for when it came out.

I am egoists #1 defender. I will go insane.

Also im bored and nobodys ever gonna ask so here's my top 5 for all of the units cuz fuck it yknow. vvvvv

LEONI:

Voices - Yuyoyuppe

Peaky / Peaky - mikitoP

Tokyo Teddy Bear - Neru

Regulus - Yuuyu

Kaisei - Orangestar

MMJ: (minus jumpin' over)

Momoi no Kagi - iyowa

Fun!! - Deco*27 x iyowa

Kyu Kurarin - iyowa

Anti You - Chinozo

Override - Yoshida Yasei

VBS: (besides the ones above cuz that feels like cheating)

Moonlight - Tatsuya Kitani + Harumaki Gohan

One Sheep - Peg

Cinema - Ayase

YY - 23.exe

Fire Dance - DECO*27 x GIGA

WXS

At Gods Mercy - Rereulili

CYBER PUNK DEAD BOY - Maiki P

Theme of Niccori Survey Team - Wonderful Oppotinity

Konton Boogie - Yon-YAKITORY

Kyo-fu all back - Yukopi

NIIGO

Heat Abnormal - Iyowa

Kitty - Tsumiki

I am rain - Inabakumori

Shadow shadow - Azari

Engeki - Nanou

learning here i like iyowa more than i thought i did.

ok thanks for letting me ramble :) hope any of this was interesting if not then idc i had fun :)

uhhh lmk ur thoughts on this??? ig? feel free to rb ur top 5s :p

[yuurivoice]

Question time again!!

1.When you first started making your own characters content did you ever expect it to gain a fandom?

2. If budget was never a problem what would you see yourself making?(a game or publishing a book etc.)

3.What are looking forward to this year?

4.If you had a conversation with younger you what advice would you give yourself?

BONUS QUESTION!!

Something that makes you feel proud of yourself?

Ooooh, thank you for the questions!

I probably wouldn't have done it if I didn't at least have a hunch, but that's why Alphonse was very Guzma adjacent in terms of the voice and the bad boy vibes. It was a safe way to try it out and find an audience I knew would at least test the waters out with him. What I didn't expect was for it to lead to whole narratives being woven between multiple characters. I used to actively argue that no one (aside from Seth/Alphonse) were in the same "universe". Funny how that worked out.

I would make Love and Deepspace. I mean, it is essentially the end game for the whole audio/visual otome self insert etc etc genre, right? It has cracked the code. I would basically create that. I know there are a dozen other cool things I could do, but I know for a fact that it's a working business model in a space I am in, in a space I have successfully written for and achieved plenty in. I would like a slice of that pie. The rest is stuff I could do on my own time and dime. Anyway, any game devs looking to get to work, let's go. lol

I don't have a ton of big This Year plans, but I think I am most looking forward to operating with my new outlook regarding my projects. For years I had told myself everything needed to be done prior to release, and put all this pressure on myself to make these BIG things in one go......then didn't even start on them. It clearly wasn't working. Now that I've shifted my plans to just doing things as they come, stuff is happening again. Wish I would have realized that sooner.

I would tell myself that I have ADHD and need to go get treated ASAP by any means necessary. If I could have taken the training weights off a decade ago, I think I would have avoided a lot of grief, and really kickstarted my life. Other than that I don't think I would offer much else, I like how I got here. Or maybe invest in Bitcoin, but that's too easy. lmfao

As for being proud of myself, that's hard to say today. I've fallen off the wagon with my schedule, diet, gym, etc through the holidays and til now. I self imposed a "everything stops until BSDC is done" which is an actual insane thing to do, but I think it's more of an excuse to have remained static than an actual block. It has been built up to this whole big ass thing that I did not really intend for it to be at first, but then it just kept going and going. So I've kinda fucked up all the shit I was proud about through 2024.

Uh. So. I guess I'm proud of...self awareness? lol

I am proud of some of my recent work. That's something I'm proud of, but it doesn't quite compare to how proud I was about the other shit. At this point I know I can cook, the content is good, the performance is good. I'm used to being decent at that now, which is cool because growth is watching the new, shiny things you accomplish become the norm. So I've just gotta get back on track with all the rest of my shit and balance things out in my life.

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

Title: cruel summer | chapter 3

Pairing: Joel Miller/Female Reader

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

Chapters: 6/6

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Summary:

Joel takes a contracting job renovating a master bedroom and bathroom while the homeowners are away for the summer on a cruise.

He wasn’t expecting their twenty-three year old daughter and the thoughts he’d have about her.

Author’s Note: thank you so much for all the love on this little fic! Please consider leaving a comment because they make my whole day 🖤

Additional warnings/tags: age difference (15 years), explicit sexual content, dirty talk (like a LOT), pet names, vaginal fingering, begging, mentions of overstimulation, mentions of oral (f receiving), p in v, fluff, mild angst. Let me know if I’m missing anything!

The next couple weeks feel like a dream that you never want to wake up from. Joel comes over every morning and gives you a sweet kiss before heading upstairs to start on his work while you study, actually being able to focus now that the air is cleared with him. He comes down at lunch and sits beside you with a hand on your thigh while you chat and eat, his eyes all soft as he watches you gesture wildly about the topic at hand.

He’s come back over a couple times after working hours. If Tommy or his neighbor’s teenage daughter are able to watch Sarah for a couple hours, he’ll stop by your house to spend time with you. Most of his visits just end with making out on the couch like a couple of teenagers because no matter how much you beg, he still won’t fuck you.

You can’t tell if it’s a residual feeling of guilt or something else, but it’s driving you insane. He’ll enthusiastically do just about anything else, including a memorable evening where he laid you out on the couch and leisurely ate your pussy until you had to literally shove him away from how overstimulated you were getting. And while that was amazing, you want more from the older man.

Two weeks after your conversation and subsequent activities, Joel comes downstairs on a Friday with a smile on his face.

“Hey, baby,” he says, leaning down to kiss you. His tongue traces your bottom lip, slipping into your mouth to slide with yours. “How’s studyin’?” He asks as he pulls away, huffing a laugh as you chase his lips with a pout.

“Fine. Boring. How’s the manly manual labor?”

“Comin’ along nicely. Listen, I wanna ask you somethin’,” he says. “Sarah wants to go to the aquarium tomorrow to see the mermaids. She asked if you could come, too.”

You blink in surprise. “Sarah asked for me?”

“Yeah, she won’t shut up about you,” he replies. “You don’t gotta come if you’ve already got—“

“I do! I mean, I do…want to go. To the aquarium with you and Sarah,” you interrupt.

“Good, that’s…good,” Joel says. You’re just smiling at each other like a couple idiots. He clears his throat and glances away for a second. “We can pick you up tomorrow morning. How’s nine?”

“Nine sounds great.”

He nods, knocking his knuckles against the table top in the way he does when he needs to leave but doesn’t want to. He leans down for another kiss, this one chaste and quick as he bids you goodbye.

“See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

_______

Joel parks the truck in front of your house, sending you a quick text to let you know he’s here. Sarah is bouncing in her seat, her little body unable to contain her excitement.

He watches you come out the front door in a fucking sundress of all things and he has to bite back a groan of appreciation. You’re usually in shorts or leggings at your house, which are tempting enough, but your little blue sundress with strawberries printed on it has just jumped to the top of his list of “best things he’s ever seen in his life”.

Joel gets out of the driver’s seat and circles the truck to open the door for you, helping you up into the lifted cab. His hand lingers on your upper back, fingers dragging across your warm, smooth skin. He smiles with smug satisfaction as he watches your arms erupt with goosebumps from his touch.

Sarah calls your name excitedly. “We’re gonna see mermaids!”

You twist in your seat to respond. “I know! Just like Ariel, huh?”

Sarah nods excitedly and proceeds to list off the rest of the animals she’s excited to see, including the stingrays and otters and sharks. You nod along with her list and tell her about how much you love otters, and did she know that otters hold hands when they’re sleeping so that they don’t float away from each other?

Joel can’t stop smiling. He can’t remember the last time he smiled for so long his cheeks ached. Your eyes flit to him briefly and you smile back, bright and sweet.

He parks the truck amongst the hundreds of other visitors in the parking lot and Sarah frees herself from the confines of her car seat. You hop down and join her on the pavement, his daughter’s arms wrapping around your waist and holding tightly until Joel joins the two of you.

“Let’s go see some mermaids,” he says.

________

Sarah’s sitting beside you, her little hand holding tightly to yours while she breathlessly watches the mermaid show. It’s two young women in gorgeous green and red tail suits, diving and flipping while an emcee narrates the show. They take the occasional break with a breathing apparatus, but otherwise they’re holding their breath while smiling and waving at the kids sitting with their noses pressed to the tank glass.

When the show ends, Joel asks Sarah whether she wants to meet the mermaids, earning him a shriek that you interpret to be a yes. He holds her hand as you get in line for the meet and greet, and gives her his undivided attention while she recounts every minute of the exact show he just watched beside her.

Joel insists that you get in the picture with them. A teen with a Polaroid camera tells you to smile.

You don’t have to be told twice.

Sarah clutches that Polaroid protectively to her chest and proclaims, “This is the best day ever!”

Your heart feels like it’s going to burst.

________

Joel takes his girls out for dinner after a long day at the aquarium. Sarah sits beside him in the booth at a local bar and grill, clutching a stuffed otter you insisted on buying for her despite his objections that he didn’t want you spending money.

“When’s that exam again?” He asks, snagging one of the nachos from the plate in the center.

“Ugh, end of next week,” you groan. “At this point I’m just ready for it to be over. If I never look at another physics practice test, I’ll die a happy woman.”

“What happens next?”

“Well, I go back to school for senior year. If I bomb the exam, I can take it again before April so that I have my scores available to apply to med school in May,” you say, ticking the steps off on your fingers. “Since I graduate before the end of the application cycle, I’ll have a gap to fill. I was thinking of making it a research year.”

Sometimes, especially in moments like this, Joel finds himself in awe of you, of the way you have your life planned out and your goals ready for conquering. When he was your age, he was still working odd jobs until one finally stuck that he could actually make a living from.

It’s also moments like this that he wonders if he’ll fit into your plans. If you’ll even want him to, or if you’ll go after your next goal and leave him behind, just a fun time from a cruel summer. The thought makes him swallow around the lump forming in his throat.

________

“So, did you want me to drop you off or…,” Joel asks when you’re back in the truck, his eyes fixed resolutely on the road.

“Or…?” You reply, voice dragging the word out.

“You could come over,” he suggests. You bite your lip.

“Why Mr. Miller, are you asking me to spend the night?”

His cheeks turn a delicious shade of pink beneath his beard. “Yeah, I am, baby doll.”

Your breath catches at the endearment. “I’d love to come over.”

His hand crosses the center console, gripping your thigh possessively for the rest of the quiet drive back to his house.

_______

Joel pulls up to a cute two story house at the end of a quiet cul de sac about fifteen minutes from your parent’s home. Sarah fell asleep not long after leaving the restaurant, so he carefully gathers her in his arms and hands you the house keys to unlock the front door for him.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he tells you. “I’m just gonna get little miss here in bed.”

“Okay,” you whisper back, watching him disappear upstairs.

You wander through the first floor, into the kitchen with its pretty bay window with a view of a small backyard. You inspect the fridge and the pictures and drawings stuck to it with magnets. There’s a photo of a younger looking Joel with an arm slung around the shoulders of a man you assume is Tommy, based on the resemblance. Another photo with a scared looking Joel holding a blanketed bundle that must be a newborn Sarah.

You reach out to trace a finger over the Joel frozen in time, a version of himself that didn’t know he’d grow out of that fear and be an amazing father.

You nearly jump when hands slip around your hips, fingers bunching the fabric of your dress in their grip. Joel’s beard tickles your neck as he kisses your pulse point and down to your shoulder.

“You have any idea how insane you’ve been drivin’ me all goddamn day?” He asks, voice a rough whisper against your skin. “This dress should be illegal.”

“It’s a perfectly respectable dress!” You argue. His laugh is dangerous, the rumble of it making your thighs clench in want.

“The things I wanna do to you aren’t perfectly respectable, honey.” His hands pull your hips back against his, grinding your ass against the bulge in his jeans.

You reach a hand back to bring his face to yours over your shoulder, kissing him with a desperation that’s been brewing and bubbling for weeks now. One of his strong hands grips a breast tightly, making you moan louder than you meant to.

“Be quiet, baby,” he warns. That hand slides down until he’s reaching the hem of your dress, pulling it up and holding it in front of your mouth. “Bite it. You keep that out of my way, okay?”

You nod, fabric clenched between your teeth as his hand trails down your stomach, fingers finding the damp patch on your panties and pressing it against you.

“Fuck , sweetheart. Been walkin’ around with panties this wet? Pussy so desperate it can’t help but weep, huh?”

Those fingers slip past the elastic and the first touch to your sensitive clit has you trying to squirm out of his tight hold.

“Uh, uh,” Joel admonishes. He cups your entire pussy roughly. “You stay still or I stop. Still and quiet so I can take care of you, alright?”

You sob around the fabric clenched between your teeth and he takes that as agreement.

His fingers slide through your wetness and he groans into your ear, nipping at the lobe as he circles your clit, the delicious roughness of his callouses making you whine.

Joel only dips the tip of one finger into your hole, withdrawing quickly and leaving you clenching on nothing. When you whine again, he takes pity on you, finally plunging one deep inside before dragging it out slowly, curling it against you.

“You’re gonna be the goddamn death of me,” he growls as he adds a second finger, the stretch of it making you moan. “But Christ almighty, what a fuckin’ way to go, huh?”

With his fingers stretching your cunt and his thumb pressing to your clit and his dirty words in your ear, it's no surprise that you’re already standing on the precipice of release.

“Come on, baby, don’t hold back on me, I can feel you gripping my fingers so fuckin’ good.” His hand works faster and you cry out, the fabric of your dress falling from your mouth. It’s swiftly replaced by his hand. “That’s it, good girl.”

Joel pulls his hand from your underwear and you slump against him, boneless and sated. He’s turning you around in his arms, gripping the backs of your thighs and lifting you up, urging your legs around his waist. He takes a few steps and sets you on the counter.

“Baby, I gotta fuck you,” Joel says, his voice tinged with desperation. “Can I fuck you, sweetheart?”

________

Joel holds his breath as he waits for you to respond, watching your blissed out expression. You smile at him, reaching forward to wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him into a deep, filthy kiss. Your teeth dig into his bottom lip, pulling it gently with you as you lean back.

“Please fuck me, Joel,” you whisper, spreading your legs. “Been dyin’ to have your cock in me.”

Joel reaches beneath your dress to tear your panties down your legs, letting them drop to the floor. He reaches into his back pocket and hands you the condom he’d stashed. “Open this,” he commands as he undoes the fly of his pants, shoving them down his thighs in a hurry.

You tear open the foil packet with shaky hands, handing the latex over to him to roll down his length. He slides his cock through your wetness, reveling in how your head drops back with a groan of his name.

Joel begins to ease inside, gritting his teeth as he sinks into your warmth. He’d imagined this countless times and yet nothing compares to the real thing. How your body opens up so sweetly, like it was made just for him. How your mouth drops open as you watch him break you apart.

He forces himself to go slowly, to give you time to adjust. You’ve got one hand propping you up on the counter and the other gripping his shoulder so tight he thinks he might bruise.

“I gotta move, sugar, you feel too damn good,” he says through his teeth. “Tell me I can move, baby, please.”

“Yes, yes, move,” you reply.

Joel withdraws slowly before slamming forward, punching a gasp from your lungs. He does it again and again and again, hardly wanting to be disconnected from you for even a moment. He watches your face, committing the flush of your cheeks and the shimmer of unshed tears in your eyes to memory.

“ Joel,” you sob, your hand digging into his hair and pulling him close. You’re not kissing him, too fucked out for that much coordination, but your lips linger against his as the two of you share the same breath.

“That feel good, darlin’?” Joel asks. You nod your head vigorously. “Come on, baby, tell me how good my fuckin’ cock feels.”

“F-feels s-so g-good,” you stutter. “Want more.”

“More? Tell me how to give you more, I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want.”

“Touch me, baby, please.”

Joel maintains his relentless pace as he reaches a hand down to draw sloppy circles over your clit. He watches as you bite your lip, a single tear slipping down your cheek in an effort to stay quiet. He leans forward to kiss it away.

It’s not long before you’re tightening around him, your eyebrows pinched as your orgasm looms. His own hips stutter in their rhythm.

“Come on, sweetheart, need to feel you cum all over my cock. Can you do that for me?”

You wrap both arms around his shoulders, keeping yourself pressed tightly to him as you sink your teeth into his shoulder to suppress your shout as you pulse around him. With a growl, Joel follows your lead to ecstasy, spilling inside of you.

His hips slow to a stop, but he keeps himself pressed inside of you, not ready to break the connection. He pulls back only enough to press a slow, languid kiss to your lips.

“That was gorgeous, darlin’,” he says, and he fights a laugh as you blush and squirm beneath him, as if you hadn’t just been begging for and cumming on his cock not five minutes earlier. He slips from your warmth with a groan and you give a little whimper.

He disposes of the used condom, pulling his pants back up but not bothering to button them. He returns to stand between your legs and you drape your arms around his shoulders, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Joel?”

“Yes, baby?”

“What is it with you and kitchens?” You ask. Your face splits with a cheeky grin.

Joel laughs so hard his stomach hurts, your own giggles echoing him. He drags you off the counter, setting you on your feet.

“Come on, let’s get to bed.”

Tags: @huffle-punk @telepathay @johnwatsn @hopelessromantic727 @caatheeriinee07 @leeeesahhh @whereasport @pedr0swh0r3

[an-albino-pinetree]

Ayyy tree, I heard you like gore. If so, did you watch any horror movies contain gore? And what is your favs? :3

DISCLAIMER

I think I can comfortably say that I have a higher tolerance level than most, for disturbing.

This isn’t me saying “Wow, look how edgy and cool I am, with all this stuff I can handle” this is me, trying not to condescend, when I say, “I care about you guys, and I care about what your eyes see-“

I’ll put an orange ! next to the most gory ones. :]

Every single one of these films listed are gory, *however I will be putting a red D next to films that are disturbing. Meaning, either there’s like life altering, cannot unsee, shit in them, or, they contain potentially triggering subject matter. I am not any of your guy’s parents, but at the same time

holy shit, heed my warnings, and please god only look into these, if you’re an adult. I am serious.

Watch at your own risk/comfort level. This is not a list of movie recommendations.

Disclaimer over.

Listed from well known/common horror, to maybe not as well known, we have!: ~

The Monkey - It might not be out on streaming services, yet, but I watched it this year, and fucking loved it. Extraordinary gore, and also a very funny film !

Tucker and Dale VS Evil - Endearing silly Horror-Comedy !

Cabin In the Woods - a classic

John Carpenter’s The Thing - another classic !

Every Single “Terrifier” movie !!

Thanksgiving !

Cocaine Bear - The name says it all

All the SAW movies, but for brutal gore specifically, SAW X !!

The Substance - Holy shit. /pos 💚 !!

Smile and Smile 2 ✨ love both of these 💚 CW: suicide themes !!

In a Violent Nature - It’s a slow movie, but it’s got one of the most gnarly death scenes I’ve ever witnessed !

Midsommar ! D.

and

Hereditary - Ari Aster can do no wrong in my eyes 💚

Cube (the original Canadian film)

When Evil Lurks - Delightfully gross with fantastic looking practical effects. A possession/infection movie that takes itself seriously :] Don’t let the somewhat cliche title fool you! ✨ !

Bone Tomahawk - Isn’t a horror movie technically more a Western !

ABCs of Death 1 and 2 D. NSFW

The House That Jack Built D.

Hostel NSFW !

The Collector !

The Collection !

Gerald’s Game - This is a great movie. Not necessarily a gorey movie, but, that one hand scene has gotta be some of the best hand trauma I’ve ever seen. D. CW: S/A

Treevenge - This exists, for better or for worse !

Dead Alive - *chef’s kiss* also zombies ✨ more people need to see Dead Alive !

Luchio Fulchi’s “The Beyond” !

“Zombie”, is also very great 💚 !

Necromantic - I love this for the “How and why the fuck was this even made” aspect.

That’s my cute way of saying “please don’t look this up.” 👍🏻 This is disturbing and nauseatingly gross, in every sense of the word, and I can’t help but be morbidly fascinated by it. D. NSFW

Pink Flamingos - ^ same reason. D. NSFW

I love these films for how batshit insane, no rules, they are. I will reinstate, both of these films are gross and extremely NSFW. /pos

[spaceytoxinz]

saw your gideon edit and the comment you made saying you associate him with industrial music (iirc) and I think thats really unique.. what genres or artists do you associate with the other exes + if you have any more for gideon him too im really interested in these playlists...

JOYOUS OCCASION.

I do have a gideon playlist though, pretty short but i feel like it gets his general vibe across [imo]. I made it like last year i think. Its the only one i have besides the 2 playlists i have for my oc

continuing with Gideon though, he reminds me of industrial because in different medias he’s associated with either Indie/pop rock or techno. So i just slapped industrial onto him because it sits pretty well in the middle of the two. because im cringe like that]. Industrial, some electropunk [not rlly msi ripoff bands, more like Elias and the Error], general EBM, new wave and ofc the obvious techno/pop rock. I also chose industrial because of the raw, edgier themes songs usually tend to revolve around. His main artists would be like, NIN, Death Spells, KMFDM probably, Depeche Mode, etc. Though ik he bumps Hamburger Lady once in a while /j [also some songs by Romeo Santos cause bros kinda insane about his relationships]

Matthew Patel is musicals [i wasn’t much of a theatre kid i only sang my parts when my friends would randomly perform Heathers outside of class in midde school. I was never super invested in musicals though.] and emo music. He honestly kinda reminds me of the entire 2016 emo revival with the “Holy Emo Trinity” or whatever. Though ofc this shit takes place in like 2005 so its not the same. He reminds me more of Midwest Emo than Post-hardcore emo. Maybe he would listen to shit like Sleeping with Sirens but for some reason its hard for me to imagine. To be fair its also because i grew up with second wave emo [i think its second wave. mostly the end of it but jt altered my life and ive seen shit that would occur in the scene thanks to my older sister] so i have a specific idea of the different types of emos at the time. He’s much more emotional and theatrical to me which is why i choose midwest emo over post-harcore/emocore. Also hes zesty so brittany spears.

I usually associate Lucas Lee with old school Reggaeton. Just based on personal headcanon about how he looks like a specific genre of Latino in the early 2000s idk to describe it, im also from the west coast so theres that. But ofc the anime gave me a reality check and i realized this mf is still a skater. so of course you have punk rock/pop punk. so the range goes from Daddy yankee and Don Omar to mf The Offspring and Anti-Flag. I’ve thought about making a playlist for him, i just gotta figure out how to organize it the same way i did for Gideon and how his playlist has both bachata and industrial.

Todd would stray more away from electronic heavy music unlike Lucas and Gideon. In my head I also associate him with pop punk, basic bands like Fall Out Boy, The Offspring, Bowling for Soup whatever. Indie Rock like The Killers, The Strokes, Queens of the Stone Age probably. Honestly basic level radio rock that people argue the genre of. Though another headcanon is that most of the music he grew up with was like, basic level metal. Shit like Metallica and AC/DC. I also do think about him while listening to Los Infieles by Aventura because hes a cheating ass mf.

quick note for todd, i also have a headmate based off of a specific way an artist depicted him in fanart, who wouldn’t stop listening to skrillex a while back for almost a month straight so yeah. theres that.

As for Roxy, she reminds me a little more of Post-Hardcore and RIOT GRRRL. Shes not rlly emo but some of her aesthetics overlap so why not lol. I don’t know enough RIOT GRRRL bands other than Le Tigre [also the the Empty>>>>> that song is peak]. But bands like Kittie, Jack off Jill, Saosin, etc. Since my music taste mostly revolves around Rock/EDM and because various soundtracks having a theme song for her, she also reminds me of trance or eurodance. Can’t name any specific artists for those two genres i only know a handful of songs. I can’t rlly put her into one genre of music like the others, i feel like a lot suits her. Fuck it she listens to Lady gaga too. I only know for sure that she reminds me of Devi McCallion and the artists mentioned above. She would be okay with me playing my cringe ass music on the aux cord i think /j

For the Twins. The obvious answer is basic EDM. But i feel like one of them is a little more experimental than the other while one of them would focus on being more melodic. They both remind me of Aphex Twin and Venetian Snares. Ngl though they kinda remind me of 2000s/2010s hip-hop/rap in a way that i can’t fully explain. I have no specific artists nor subgenres to describe it unfortunately because i have a very basic level examples i heard on the radio growing up. i think its cause theyre always at some party/event depending on which media. They remind me of the instrumental to Black and Yellow by Wiz Khalifa tho.

yeah uh, most of my music taste revolves around rock and EDM plus the various genres i grew up with so honestly there’s probably more out there i haven’t listened to yet that could be better fits for them. i like music lol. I also gotta reread the comics to get a better understanding other than what i remember.

[skippydiesposting]

Do you have a top ten for weird experimental books to recommend? 👀 (Minus Skippy Dies bc it's already on my tbr lol)

yes certainly!! :)

it's so funny to me and yet makes complete sense that every time someone sends me an ask about book recommendations they have to add the caveat that I don't need to tell them about Skippy Dies again. I love it. but as a quick aside that's relevant to this ask, I gotta say that Skippy Dies isn't even that weird or experimental of a book besides the structural decision of having the prologue take place 2/3rd through the narrative, and in fact I think that's partially why it often flies under the radar more than books of similar complexity which are more obvious about their weirdness/depth--House of Leaves, for instance, which imo is the only novel I know of that is as dense and full of meaning as Skippy Dies. and that's part of what is especially maddening to me about Skippy Dies, it entirely masquerades as a normal book. you can just read it and enjoy the story without necessarily going down all the insane rabbit holes that I have. but they're there.

in fact I think the most experimental/weird Paul Murray novel is The Mark And The Void, simply because it's so metafictional and actively deconstructing the idea of narrative storytelling while, in itself, being narrative storytelling.

anyway here are some other weird book recommendations, though most of them ended up being broad author recommendations:

The Crystal Eaters by Shane Jones - all his books are weird, but I especially liked this one, about a town that believes everyone has 100 crystals inside of them that deplete over your life/due to illness and injury

anything by Amelia Gray - definitely one of my favorite weird/experimental writers. I especially liked her book of short stories, Gutshot, and her novel Threats.

anything by Nell Zink - I got into Nell Zink a couple years ago and eagerly await every new thing she puts out; the stories are weird and character-heavy and I love her writing style. my favorite novels of hers are probably Mislaid and Doxology

Ella Minnow Pea by Mark Dunn - an epistolary novel in which an imaginary town, alledgedly the origin of the phrase "the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog", stops using letters one by one as they fall off the town monument dedicated to the phrase until someone else comes up with a new sentence that contains every letter of the alphabet. super fun read. he also has the novel Ibid., which I didn't enjoy as much, but is composed exclusively of imaginary endnotes for a biography we never get to see.

Watch Your Mouth by Daniel Handler - otherwise known as Lemony Snicket, this is one of Daniel Handler's adult novels published under his real name. (his novel Basic Eight is incredible and everyone should read it also btw) this one is super weird, sort of follows the structure of an opera and has some bizarre references to Jewish mysticism. also just as a warning if it's not your thing, there is lots and lots of discussion about incest in this one.

anything by Tom Robbins - nobody in the world is writing like Tom Robbins and I feel like I have to recommend him to everybody. I don't think it really matters which book of his you read, they're all equally bizarre and funny and satirical, but I think my favorites are Still Life With Woodpecker and Skinny Legs And All.

Chip Kidd's novels The Learners and The Cheese Monkeys are both a fictionalized account of a character who participated in the Milgrim studies, and they also talk a lot about typesetting.

The Melancholy of Anatomy by Shelly Jackson - short stories based on different parts of the body, always in strange and surreal ways: sperm cells are bovine-sized creatures that are farmed like livestock, a city with a menstrual cycle, et cetera. very weird and interesting. she also wrote the novel Half Life, another weird one about conjoined twins.

I Have Blinded Myself Writing This by Jess Stoner - probably the strangest premise for a book I have ever come across: the main character suffers from an affliction in which every physical injury to her body erases a memory. super strange and good and definitely experimental. it's small press book so this one might be hard to find, but it's worth it if you can.

thanks for the question! I love to talk about books even when they aren't Skippy Dies lol

[athforskz]

More Random Ult Kpop Group Questions: SKZ Version!

I did something like this a while ago when I first started this blog. So it’s time for another round! Questions below the cut I'm marking as MDNI. Like before, feel free to use this template of questions for your own ult group & tag me (and some friends if ya like). I love to see everyone’s responses 🤗

Dumbest thing you believed as a new fan?

Oof… there’s a few things I fell for as a baby stay, technically I still am a baby stay I think, BUT here’s my uhhh list: 

I thought Hyunjin had an identical twin brother.. 🫣 wait WAIIIT before you come at me, there was a rumor/joke going around at the time and obviously I didn’t know any better, so I believed it. There were even really good edits of Jinnie and his “twin” too. Then when I watched interviews where Hyunjin said he was an only child I was like ???? but eventually I figured it out.

I thought the sunshine twins were legitimately twins (they are) . Like biologically. Wtf is up with me believing twin things??

At first, I could NOT for the life of me tell the difference between Lee Know and Jeongin. No joke thought they were the same person. Which looking back on this one… how could I ever have trouble with them? They literally look nothing alike in facial structure and sound completely different in the way they talk & sing. Only thing they’re the same in is their menace behavior. 

2. Favorite duo/ship?

Usually not a shipper type of person but in regard to favorite friendship dynamic in skz, it’s gotta be SeungChan. Just watch this and there’s my reason why. Jilix is a close second because, again, sunshine twins. Followed by MinChan because watching Lee Know with his only hyung is so precious.

3. Favorite Racha (or other mini group within the whole group)? 

MeanRacha (Minho, Seungmin, & I.N) One of these 3 is literally always up to something. Causing chaos when you least expect it. The phrase “Lee Know is linoing” has become a favorite of mine because it always means he’s doing some menace antics again.

4. Favorite unreleased song?

There was a song that Hyunjin and Chan recorded years ago that Chan supposedly lost. We got a snippet of it and when I heard it I went feral because like Red Lights part 2???! PLEASE I NEED THIS SONG LIKE I NEED AIR! Chan like wtf do you mean you lost the track?! FIND IT. RECORD IT AGAIN. 

Also, all the solo performances they did at the opening concert in Seoul for the DominATE tour. Yeah, I need all those unreleased songs to be RELEASED right tf now. Give us another Replay album! And Chan… ykw let me shut up and be good for once, but I just wanna say THE GRASS AINT WORKING 

5. Favorite old song of theirs? Favorite song from their most recent project?

HEYDAY by 3racha. The whole song is a vibe but Jisung’s lazy rap when he first starts his part just does something to me 😩 

In regard to the whole group, I’d say the song 'YAYAYA' is one of my go-to jams from their older stuff. I love the tempo changes, scratches my brain in a good way.

Now as for the new album “ATE” this may be controversial to say but “I like it” is my favorite. It’s just so catchy!

6. Has your bias/bias line changed?

Since the last time I did this, yes and no? I mean as I’ve grown more as a stay I can confidently say OT8! But if I was forced to choose I say Hyunjin no surprise there and Minho.

7. What about your wreckers?

Chan continues to wreck me every. single. day. Like it’s truly insane, that man KNOWS what he’s doing. I’d also like to add that I.N has been wrecking me left and right the last few months which I blame his hyungs for that. 

NOW FOR THE UNHINGED QUESTIONS!

Please skip this portion if it makes you uncomfortable. This is the delulu brain talking. 

8. Which member are you attracted to the most physically? What about emotionally?

Physically I’m going to say OT8! Like have you seen those MEN?! I would be lucky to even get a crumb from them like bffr. Changbin, Hyunjin & Minho

Emotionally probably Changbin & Chan. From the glimpses we get of their true feelings & perspectives on things I relate to them the most. Honorable mention for this one will be Hyunjin because he’s such a romantic and I wanna say Seungmin too. I feel like before we didn’t get to see a lot of Seungmin ‘off camera’ per se, but with his [Song by] series we get to see more of his real personality and thoughts.

9. If you ever actually had the chance, who do you think you’d work out in a long-term relationship with (please remember the first rule of Kpop)? 

Probably, Changbin. Mans is a walking green flag. He’s a good listener, considerate of other’s feelings while still being honest. Always there for you. Funny af too. Overall, considering how I am as a person I think, Changbin would just be a good match for me. Like in my delulu brain me and Binnie would have that friends to lovers trope going for us. Even my dearest honey bun thinks so, she did write about it for me afterall💕 

10. A favorite kink of yours and member to fit that kink?

To keep it somewhat light in the kink department I’m going to go with hands. And a member to fit it the best, aka who I think has the most attractive hands will go to Jeongin. Innie has giant and such well structured hands. Rings sit so pretty on his fingers too which makes me feral. Like AHHDKSISVJKDW please grip my wrists and throat sir! *ahem* I mean, please let’s hold hands 🫶🏽 

Honorable hands mention will go to Minho because the veins on that man’s hands are just so ✨🥴

11. Favorite sluttiest choreography/move they’ve done?

Damn do I have a lot for this one *cracks knuckles*

The choreo for Silent Cry. Need I say more?

Anytime Hyunjin body rolls

Every single hip thrust/roll from Minho

The “POPPIN 🗣️” part in Maniac, especially when Binnie does it.

That one part in Charmer. Y’all know exactly what part I’m talking about.

Red lights. Need I say more, pt 2

The entire choreo for Taste. Bonus points to Minho when he did the special stage where he’s fucking hip thrusting from the side (I hope y’all know which one I’m mentioning here)

12. Most unhinged fic or edit you have enjoyed of them?

There’s a lot for this question too but I’ll keep it short. I’ll start with unhinged fics. I enjoy dark themes because let’s face it. Trauma. Please be warned these fics aren’t for the faint of heart, so if you read them, be warned. Some are lighter than others, but please read warnings!

Game Over feat. Seungmin & I.N by @sanakimohara

Games feat. I.N by @dandelions-143

Chemical Infatuation feat. Han by @hanjisick

ABANB series feat. OT8! by @doitforbangchan

The SKZ House series feat. Chan & Hyunjin by @writeonwhiskey

As for edits, there are even more that I enjoy. But I’ll only choose 1 for the sake of time and it’s only letting me attach one video.

Alright, that’s it! Thanks for reading if you stuck it out this far! I really didn't intend for it to be this long but it was so fun that I got carried away. Now for tags, I’ll go with my typical beautiful babes @doitforbangchan @jehhskz @torialefay + anyone else who wants to join!

[xecutivecucumber]

TechPhee Weekend: Day 2

(almost 2 weeks after the actual event)

Title: Where Your Treasure Is, There Your Heart Will Be Also

Rating: T

Summary:

TechPhee Weekend Day 2: Treasure

A year after the fall of Tantiss, Tech is recovering well from his time as CX-2. The more he feels like himself, the more he is ready for a taste of freedom. Phee, with one of her treasure hunts, seems just the opportunity he needs. And if the mission gives him time more time to spend with her alone, all the better.

And here is the TechPhee Weekend Day 2!

1.5 weeks after it was supposed to be done…

Oh well, the flu and just life in general got in the way. I do like to think this one was worth the wait. I started out with a basic plot idea…and it kinda devolved into fluff.

This takes place in the same timeline as the first day: Tech was CX-2 and was saved during the fall of Tantiss. I wanted some more normal Tech, so it’s been a while and he’s recovered a fair amount. 

Anyway, let’s get going!

DAY 2: Treasure

For the first Galactic year after Tech had come home with his family, he had been content to stay on Pabu. He had needed peace to heal and to forgive himself. But the anniversary of the destruction of Tantiss had come and gone, and he found himself growing increasingly agitated with the sedate lifestyle.

As a result, when Phee asked him to accompany her on a short retrieval mission, or ‘treasure hunt’ as she liked to call it, he was eager to accept.

His brothers were not.

“Are you insane?” Crosshair spat. “We finally have a safe place, no one’s looking for us, and you want to galavant off to who knows here on one of Genoa’s laser brained schemes?”

Tech frowned. He felt rather like he was standing before a tribunal rather than in front of his brothers in their modest home’s living room. At least Omega was in bed and was not adding to the conflict. 

“Phee’s plans are well thought out and prepared for.” He said tersely. “You did not experience Cid’s missions. Phee is far more competent and trustworthy.”

Wrecker chuckled at that.

“Gotta point there.”

“I wouldn’t be comfortable sending you if it was a plan by Rex and Echo.” Hunter said. “Tech, we don’t need to risk ourselves anymore. And let’s be honest, you’re not at your best.”

“I am well enough to go to an uninhabited planet.” Tech said. “To explore the ruins of a village.”

“I don’t like it.” Crosshair said, folding his arms.

“Neither do I.” Hunter said.

“Unfortunate.” Tech said. “I was not asking for permission. I was merely giving you the courtesy of informing you of my plans.” 

Crosshair’s expression immediately darkened. 

“Fine.” He snapped. “Go risk your life, I don’t care. But you get to tell Omega what you’re doing.”

Tech quietly thought that Omega may be the most accepting of the plan. But a part of him did twinge with guilt as Crosshair got up and stalked from the room. Silence followed.

“Tech.” Hunter said finally. “I guess we can’t stop you. But I need to know you’ve thought this through. You’re okay here- but what if you run into the Empire? We don’t know how you’ll react.”

“The planet is uninhabited.” Tech repeated.

“Daro was supposed to be too.” Hunter said.

Tech tightened his lips to a line. As much as he disliked it, Hunter was correct. The Empire had a habit of appearing where it was not expected. And he could not guarantee that he would remain calm when faced with them.

“If we find an Imperial presence, we will retreat.” He found himself saying. 

Hunter frowned, as if he did not believe Tech.

“I could come with ya, too.” Wrecker piped up.

Tech paused, considering. It would likely assuage Hunter’s worry, but Tech found that he wanted to go with Phee alone. It was likely due to their mutual attraction and budding relationship.

“While appreciated, it is not necessary. Either the mission will be as we expect, without danger, or we will retreat.” Tech said.

Wrecker’s brow furrowed, but he shrugged.

“I guess you’re going.” Hunter said. Tech could tell that he was still displeased. “But don’t expect help getting Crosshair to talk to you again.”

He got up and followed Crosshair. Wrecker just shrugged before retreating as well. Tech sighed. His brothers were not happy. But it would be well worth it to leave the planet, if only for a short while. 

As Tech expected, Omega took it well the next morning, telling him to be safe. Perhaps her hug lingered longer than normal, but she seemed in relatively high spirits when he left. 

Phee was waiting for him at her ship. Her face lit up into a smile when she saw him and Tech could not resist smiling back. 

“How’d they take it?” She asked, turning to board the Providence.

Tech grimaced. 

“They were- resistant. I had to inform them that I was not asking permission.”

“Ooh.” Phee said with a wince. “I bet Crosshair wasn’t happy.”

“He was not.”

“Well,” Phee said, taking the pilot’s seat. “Hopefully this will go well, we'll grab our treasure, and they can get a little used to the idea of you leaving every once in a while.”

Tech sat down in the copilot’s chair, which still felt a little odd to him. 

“I did tell them that if we ran into the Empire, we would retreat.” He told her as she started the ship.

“Probably a good idea.” Phee admitted. She paused, hands hovering over the controls before turning to him. “Is this a good idea, Browneyes?”

Tech blinked at her. 

“This was your plan.” He reminded her. 

“I know, but-” Phee trailed off, but reached out to take his hands. She ran her thumb over the knotted scars on the back of one, brushing the thin cybernetics implanted there. “We can't lose you again.”

Tech squeezed her hands.

“We will be cautious.” He said. “I trust your intel and I trust you. I would very much like to go on this mission with you.”

Phee gave him a crooked smile. 

“You're such a charmer when you want to be, Browneyes.” 

“I was merely being sincere.” Tech said. 

“And you know what that does to me.” 

Phee turned back to the controls and guided the ship into the sky. 

“It'll be a couple of hours.” She said once they were in hyperspace. “How do you want to pass the time?”

“You have not told me about the artifact we are seeking.” Tech said.

Phee grinned at him.

“Well, we might as well get comfortable.” She said, getting up.

Tech followed her to her bunk. Hers was far more pleasant than the Batch’s had been on the Marauder. Phee grabbed her datapad and plopped down on the edge of the bunk. She patted the spot next to her. Tech sat and hesitantly brushed his shoulder against hers. She, in return, leaned fully against him. He ended up with an arm around her waist, her head on his shoulder.

It was- nice.

“For once we’re looking at something worth a fair bit of cash.” Phee said, pulling up a sketch of a crystalline figurine. “Depiction of a goddess of wind, Sylphrena. It’s carved from wind-crystal, which is why it’s worth so much.”

“And how did you discover its location?” Tech asked. 

“I’ve got a friend who doesn’t like the ‘hands on’ part of collecting artifacts.” Phee said. “He contacted me with the details.”

Tech glanced at her.

“You trust him not to send competing ‘liberators?’” He asked.

“Yeah, Luthen’s good at not setting up races.” Phee said. “And he pays well.”

Tech nodded. Phee took jobs like these occasionally to keep her other operations funded.

He relaxed slowly as Phee explained the history and mythology behind the figurine. They did this often on Pabu, but it was even more pleasant here in the quiet of hyperspace.

The hours passed quickly and soon the ship’s console beeped. Phee sighed as if annoyed.

“Time to get ready, huh?” She said.

As she went to guide them down to the planet, Tech kitted up. He had wanted to dispose of his CX armor, but Echo had insisted that it would be better to keep and repurpose it. He had been correct. The armor was near unrecognizable now due to Tech and Echo’s work, but he sometimes still had a hard time looking at it.

He joined Phee in the cockpit and surveyed the jungle landscape. Most of it was shrouded by a layer of clouds. Kaladin IV was known for its rain. 

“There are not many landing areas.” Tech commented.

“Nope.” Phee said. “I’m thinking the ruins will be overgrown too. But lucky for us, the site is near some mountains. Might be easier to find a place there.”

Tech nodded and found what he assumed to be the mountains in question on the horizon. They quickly approached the range: great stone wedges devoid of the green below.

“There we are.” Phee said, pointing.

Tech raised an eyebrow at the small ledge she indicated. Possible, yes, but difficult.

“Would you like me to-”

Phee cut him off by sending the ship into a sharp dive. With a smooth jerk, she twisted the ship and settled it neatly on the surface. The ship did not even shift as she turned the engines off.

Tech stared at Phee. Had he ever flown with her as the pilot before? How had he not known how exceptional she was? He knew that he was attracted to her, but he felt that her beauty was more apparent at this moment.

“Hey, you okay?” Phee asked.

Tech blinked.

“I am fine.” He told her.

Her brow was furrowed.

“You were staring.”

Oh. 

“I am well.” He assured her. “It was not like before.”

She nodded slowly, but she watched him as she got up and grabbed her vibroblade and blaster.

“I was not having a flashback episode.” He told her. “I was merely- appreciating your talents.”

She raised an eyebrow, but to his relief, she smiled.

“You charmer.” 

Tech shrugged.

“I was unaware of your flying skills.”

“You always insisted on taking the controls before.” Phee said. She made her way to the ramp. “And I didn’t want to deal with any man pride you had.”

“Man pride?” Tech asked. 

“A lot of men, in my experience, don’t react well when you’re as good- or even almost as good, as they are in certain areas.” 

Tech frowned. 

“I do not think I would react poorly.” He said.

The rain pattered on his helmet as he followed her.

“Well obviously now I know that.” Phee said. “But at the time, I didn’t know you as well. This way.”

The trek down the mountain was more straining than Tech would like to admit. He had still not returned to the physical prowess he had had in the past. He did not know if he ever would.

Phee, observant as ever, proffered him her arm about halfway down. Tech took it. He was long past the point of pride.

“Sorry.” She said. “I should have realized we would have had to climb down.”

“It is my own fault for not considering it.” Tech replied. “I will manage.”

And he did, if not slightly out of breath and slower than he would have liked. The rain fell on his helmet less frequently as they moved into the verdant cover of the jungle. Tech winced at the swishing of wet ferns as they moved forward. Too much sound. But there should not be any enemies here. Kaladin IV was abandoned. 

Which was why, after thirty minutes of hiking, Tech froze at the sound of voices not their own. Phee stopped as he did, cocking her head and listening. Tech signalled the direction the voices were coming from and quickly began a scan on his datapad. 

Several lifeforms, specifically eleven, within a klick. Most were in the same area. He showed Phee the datapad and she grimaced. Tech nodded. The coordinates the intruders were at were likely the village.

Tech signalled again and they backed away, until the voices faded to nothing.

“I guess there goes that paycheck.” Phee muttered.

“We have no indication that they are the Empire yet.” Tech pointed out. “I doubt they will be friendly, but I only promised to retreat if we ran into Imperial forces.”

Phee sighed and rolled her eyes.

“You and your semantics.” She mumbled. “Tech, part of the problem is that we don’t know how you’ll react to combat situations.”

“You have expressed fondness for my interpretation of definitions and the like in the past.” Tech said. “And I am a trained soldier, genetically designed to be resistant to PTSD that would affect my performance in battle.”

“I know, but-” Phee shook her head. “I’m going to scout. If I see that stupid cog, we’re leaving.”

“Agreed.” Tech said.

Normally he would have volunteered, but she was likely the better choice. He could not guarantee his ability to be stealthy. She gave him a lazy salute before forging back into the brush.

He watched her go. He trusted Phee in all things and her skills were not near the bottom of that list. Still, he could not help but worry. His anxieties had risen significantly since his return to them. He could not prevent the images of Phee being caught and mercilessly slaughtered from coming to his mind. Or worse, her being captured and being given to Hemlock- 

No. He thought forcefully. Hemlock was dead. Even if he wasn’t, the Empire had no reason to take Phee to their scientists. 

He still found himself inching closer, straining his ears for any sound. 

This anxiety was not what he had been anticipating for his escape from Pabu. He had imagined freedom and relief. He was feeling quite the opposite.

After fifteen long minutes, he clicked his comm on. It stuttered with static and his heart rate rose to meet it. Why would these individuals block comms if they did not suspect enemies? Or worse, had captured an enemy and now were keeping watch for her allies?

Tech plunged into the brush. He slowed after a moment and forced a deep breath. He could not run down there, blasters blazing. He was outnumbered. Perhaps once there was a time where he could defeat eleven enemies, but that time was past. 

He kept low in the ferns, thankful for the wind that made them wave and the rain pounding the leaves overhead. He finally picked up voices. As he came close enough to make them out, he realized they were speaking Pyke. 

Not the Empire. Part of his fear melted away. Still, the Pykes were a formidable and often cruel faction. 

He sorely missed his old helmet. He didn’t know much of the Pyke language and while his datapad could translate, it would not be advisable to just stand there and read what they were saying, even if his datapad could clearly record their voices from this distance. He needed to keep moving.

They laughed, a harsh sound, and a shiver ran down Tech’s spine. Were they rejoicing in the fact that they now had a captive to torture? That thought caused him to hurry faster. 

Soon he could see two guards, chatting to each other as they peered into the jungle. He glanced down at his datapad, but it seemed they were discussing their next job after this one. Tech pulled out a thermal detonator and connected it to his datapad. He gauged the distance and when the wind rippled through the ferns again, he rolled it along the ground. He let out a breath as it came to a rest not far from the Pykes’ feet, but still out of sight. 

He crept away. If the Pykes were competent, they would have formed a perimeter. If Tech could find each pair and set up a thermal for each, he would be able to eliminate all of them in one fell swoop. 

He found the next set of guards easily. They seemed more alert than the last pair, silent as they searched the jungle. It was much more difficult to get close enough to roll the grenade. Tech brought the thermal out and then paused as both guards straightened as a comm chirped. As usual, they had a free frequency unaffected by the blocking device. Tech quickly engaged his datapad as one responded to their comm.

The words ran across the datapad screen as their ally spoke: We’ve found the figurine. It’s undamaged.

Finally. Where did it end up being?

In the largest building.

Tech raised an eyebrow. They were speaking as if in a casual conversation with a friend, rather than giving a report. He was so used to dealing with militaries, he had forgotten than some were not as well trained as he and his brothers.

We searched that one three times.

I know, it was-

A blaster shot shattered the air. The Pykes jerked their heads around, searching. Tech’s breath caught, and he took an involuntary step forward. A branch cracked under his foot.

The Pykes stopped their frantic hunt and turned to look straight at him.

Old instincts moved him. With one hand he hurled his thermal towards the Pykes. With the other, delayed a few seconds, he detonated both this one and the original left by the first set of guards.

The explosion threw him backward. He saw a flash of red and orange, heard screams of pain, and then something hit his head, and he knew no more.

“Tech!”

Tech groaned at the noise. He tried to open his eyes, but when he did, the light made his head throb. 

“Tech!” 

He knew that voice. He tried to speak, but he could only cough. He then tried to move, which went just as well due to his heavy, aching limbs. He couldn’t quite feel his legs. 

“Tech!” 

The tone in the voice made him force himself to speak.

“Phee?” He croaked.

Footsteps thudded nearby and then someone jerked his helmet off. He blinked his eyes open to get a flash of her worried face, but once again, the light hurt. He felt her feel at his body, searching for breaks or injuries.

“Possible concussion.” He managed to tell her. “And- possible damage to cybernetics.”

He was very confused when he felt her lips press to his face. Then again. And again.

“What happened?” She asked between the quick kisses. “I was on my way back- they’d blocked the comms and cut off my escape route. I just had to distract them. I was coming.”

“I-” Tech tried to speak. It was very distracting to have her caress his face with her hands while all the while pressing kisses to every part of it. “I was concerned for your safety.”

Phee let out a breathless laugh.

“So you got yourself blown up?” She asked. “Kriff- When I heard the explosion and you weren’t answering, I thought-”

She took a deep, shuddering breath before kissing his forehead. 

“We’ve got to get you back to the ship.”

“The Pykes-” Tech said.

“I took care of them. Do you think I’d be kissing you silly if we still had hostiles around?” She asked.

Tech shrugged.

“Perhaps.”

Phee laughed again.

“Come on, Browneyes.”

“The figurine-”

“Nuh uh.” Phee said. “We don’t have time for me to search the whole village. They called for backup before I finished them off.”

Tech frowned.

“But-”

“No buts.” Phee said. She rested her forehead against his. “I’m not risking you again, not for any treasure.”

Tech’s hazy mind took pleasure in her closeness, but he needed to let her know.

“I know where it is.” He said.

Phee froze in the act of trying to get him to his feet.

“Why didn’t you lead with that?” 

Tech tapped vaguely at his head.

“Possible concussion.” He reminded her. “They said- the largest house. If you go now, you can retrieve the figurine before more Pykes arrive.”

Phee didn’t say anything for quite some time. Then he felt her lips on his.

“I’ll be right back.” 

A few hours later, Tech lay on the bunk on Phee's ship as she jumped them to hyperspace. He glanced to the side to the shadowed figurine. He was glad they had been able to retrieve it, though he couldn’t quite remember how they had.

Phee came back into the darkened hold a few moments later. 

“Hey.” She said, sitting by the bunk. “How are you feeling?”

“As well as can be expected.” Tech said. 

His head throbbed and his stomach churned, but the symptoms would likely fade now that they were no longer dodging enemy fire.

He saw the glint of her teeth in the low light as she smiled. 

“Sorry about the crazy flying.” She said. “The Pyke ships showed up right as I broke atmosphere.”

“I like your flying.” Tech said. “I find it very attractive.”

He had not meant to say that aloud. Phee stared at him and then grinned broadly.

“Oh yeah?” She said, leaning against the bunk frame.

“Yes.” Tech said. “I must add it to the list of appealing traits you possess.” He had not meant to say that either. Phee glanced at his datapad, placed out of reach lest he be tempted to use it.

“You actually have that list, don’t you?”

“Perhaps.”

Phee smiled again and ran her hand through his hair.

“You going to let me take a peek one day?” She asked.

“I will give you an answer when I am not concussed.” Tech’s head gave a particularly strong throb and he winced. “While I am glad that we retrieved the artifact, I do not believe this was conducive for my health: mental or physical.”

Phee chuckled, but it turned into a sigh.

“Your brothers are going to kill me when we get back.” She said. “And they’ll be right to. We shouldn’t have done this.” 

“I was the one to insist on coming.” Tech said. “Perhaps we were foolhardy, but we survived and we retrieved the target. The mission was a success.”

He paused.

“Though I am not eager to experience Crosshair’s ire when we return.”

“You’re not looking forward to it?” Phee asked. She continued stroking his head. “You’ve got a concussion. He won’t be able to yell at you. I’m free game.”

“Then stay close to me.” Tech said. “He will not be able to lecture you if I am in close proximity.”

Phee pressed a kiss to his head.

“I was planning on that anyway, Browneyes.” She murmured. “Gotta make sure my treasure ends up somewhere safe.” 

Confused, Tech looked at the blue-white figurine strapped to one of the crash chairs.

“It will be safe in the Archium until you can deliver it.” He said.

“Not that treasure.” Phee said. “I don't plan on ever giving this one up again.”

It took his hazy mind a moment to interpret what she meant. But when it clicked, he hesitantly took her hand and pressed it to his cheek. 

“And I do not plan on leaving again.” He said.

Phee let out a long sigh as she laid her head next to his. 

“That a promise, Browneyes?” 

Tech thought of Pabu, of his brothers and sister, of Phee, of home.

“It is.”

I can imagine that Tech would get bored after a while. And even in this case, I don’t know if he’s bored exactly. It’s more like after being CX-2 and having no freedom, he needs to be able to make a few choices in his life. 

Crosshair does not like this idea.

Wrecker: I could come with you on your date!

Tech: please do not

Phee and Tech are very much aware of their feelings for each other at this point and are, in Tech’s case especially, learning how to let themselves act on it. They haven’t used the word couple yet, but yeah, they’re a couple. Just a budding relationship.

If you’ve read my other fic, Across the Stars, you might recognize Kaladin IV as the planet Gek lives on. He may or may not still be running around the planet. Several Imperial patrols looking for Jedi have certainly disappeared. And of course, it’s a reference to one of my favorite book series, and the figurine they find is an expansion of that.

I grieve every day that Tech did not witness the insane stunt Phee pulls in season 3. He would ONE HUNDRED PERCENT think it was super hot that she can fly like that. I feel like Phee has dealt with her fair share of toxic masculinity and is kind of over it. Luckily, Tech is not that.

…can you guess that I got a little impatient and just wanted to get to the scene where Phee finds Tech? I just had the image of her just kissing him over and over out of relief and I got excited lol. 

Frick the Pykes. They deserve to get blown up.

And then it devolves into fluff. Oh well. I liked writing it. 

My idea for the next day is much shorter and will hopefully only take a few days.

Stay safe, remember to review, and have a great day!

[emetophobic1]

TODAYS TOPIC : Who. is. Orange?

This is the post that made me make this… no hate to the OP! I’m no huge fan of this idea and I feel a year remove off my life whenever I see someone bring this up, but you are entitled to your theories and opinions, henceforth I’d like to share mine! - I’d like to add, this may be a long post with unneeded context but bear with me.

I’ve heard theories of Orange being Rage, Manipulation, Ignorance, Infection, or even theories of Logan BEING Orange! I’m no hater to a good Logan being possessed fic but I have some other ideas… while I typically end up using the Rage/Anger aspect in my AUs whenever I include Orange (whom I call Kronos) I’d like to add that “PickYourPoison” makes some incredible points regarding who the Orange side might be! I highly suggest watching some of their videos since I’d rather not explain why people think Rage is likely. So, while I include the anger aspect regardless, I came up with another idea that leaves this theory board wider than ever!

Punishment.

That’s right. I like the idea of Orange representing punishment, whether or not that punishment is self-punishment or otherwise is TBD but both fit just fine. And while he might not be called “Punishment” outright, I feel like that could be a big aspect to who he is and how he influences Thomas. NOW HEAR ME OUUUUTTTTTT!!!!

Logan said it himself. “I’m not a feeling! I’m the physical representation of something deeply embedded within you.” and he’s 100% correct, NONE of the sides are feelings! While, yes, some of them might be EMOTIONS to which CAUSES feelings, they themselves aren’t feelings! That scratches Anger in simplicity off the table

To my knowledge, only Remus and Janus are aware of Orange as a side, Logan stammering back confused when he first appeared is a telltale sign that Logan might not know of Orange and even if he does know, this has never happened before and might be something new. Orange has never had any reason to show up, with all the stress Thomas is experiencing he feels incredibly self-conscious, but he’s ignoring the things that matter most. Logan, to which Logan wants to retaliate in anger, a punishment for all he’s gone through, dare I say? - I like to imagine that Orange might’ve done something in the past that caused him to be hidden the longest, he’s either hidden himself away or asked Janus to make sure Thomas never knew of him.

But now Janus and Remus are trying SO hard to bring Orange back out via Logan for a multitude of reasons! Punishment can encompass a LOT of things. Including Rage, Anger, Sadness, Guilt, Regret, and Grief… AND GUESS THIS, after all Thomas has gone through, you can bet your shiny bottom that he’s experiencing an insane amount of all of those things. He feels guilty for a lot of things and might be trying to enact subconscious self-punishment (not taking care of himself and his house properly). Orange appearing through Logan is for the reason of being counterparts since every side (but Virgil) has a counterpart AND because Logan most likely feels an extreme amount of anger toward Thomas and the others

A while ago, I brought up this theory with some old friends and we had a nice debate over what Orange might be. In the end, my theory managed to reign supreme despite their previous hesitation to it. One friend thought “What if he’s witnessing the creation of a side?” I replied after my little autistic meltdown

“I don’t see him being called Repression, Punishment, Anger, Ignorance, or anything of the sort. He’s gotta have a different name altogether. But him being Repression isn’t terrible, Remus said it himself “Repression can be very bad indeed…” however I see him being a physical side because #1 THE RAINBOW GOTTA BE COMPLETE, #2 I see the sides forming with Thomas at a young age. I’ve thought about how old the sides would realistically be based on when their traits appear in a human being, so I personally believe that Orange is already formed. It wouldn’t make sense for him to only gain a physical form when Thomas is in his thirties!”

Another friend brought up a good point “But if he is something like self-punishment, wouldn’t Janus who’s technically self-care not like that?” - “Well, I mean the opposite of repression/self-punishment is self-care and letting your feelings out” - “which is what character Thomas needs to do” which only solidifies my theory. With Thomas needing to open up more and more every time, he needs self-care most of all. Logan would normally advertise this but it’s difficult if he feels an anger toward Thomas. Self-punishment appearing now of all times is perfectly fit!

Another friend said “I saw another theory that ties to the darksides trying to bring Orange out, makes it seem like he’s somewhere where they can’t go on their own” - “Well, the mind can block out certain things” - “And dude, makes sense why other sides haven’t shown up! He’s been holding things back. If you think about it, we always see the sides he’s choosing to see” and to which I add in the present: “Though the sides he’s choosing to see might not be who he needs. Hence why other sides just pop in every now and again”

“It also makes sense why the coresides might not be aware of Orange, because Thomas himself is repressing him! And it fits with my self-punishment theory, he could’ve convinced Thomas (present edit: or Janus.) to repress him so he could self-loathe freely.” - a friend replies “and I guess like heresy, that somehow bleeds into the other sides as they sometimes hold things back too.” - a different friend replies (this reply I love) “Which could be quite interesting because everyone expects an “evil” character like Janus at the start but worse due to how Logan has acted due to Orange. Orange being self-punishment would break expectations whilst making sense”

As you can see, despite those old friends not agreeing with my idea at first, it began to make more sense as we chatted. This person was right, it breaks expectations whilst making sense! And again, him actually being called “punishment” or something like that simply wouldn’t make sense, rage is more likely in that sense… all I’m saying is that I believe any form of punishment might be a big part of who Orange will be. Now, I’d like to spend a little time debunking other theories (not to ruin anyones fun, but… I like ranting so leave me alone :3)

“Orange is infection” no! That doesn’t make sense for a side to be. We talked about how he’d have to physical, the most I can see happening is he has some influence that when he gets angry so does everyone around him, but him outright representing “infection?” No-go my friend!

“Orange and Logan are the same!” Sorry but this simply wouldn’t work. Thomas NEEDS his logic! He can’t represent something that doesn’t make sense for him to represent, and he certainly can’t just change from logic to rage or vice versa! He is Thomas’ logic, that’s been stated and it’s never been doubted. And again… THE RAINBOW MUST BE COMPLETE DAMNIT!!!!

“Orange is manipulation” again, doesn’t make sense for a side to be something so… inconsequential. Besides, we all know Janus is our little manipulator ❤️

“Orange is ignorance” whilst I cannot fully disprove this one, I simply don’t see it being fact. With how Orange influenced Logan in such a way. in such a slow, tedious way, he is making his appearance, he is clever. He is very clever. A sides counterpart doesn’t have to be pure opposites, that’s been plenty proven already, meaning Orange doesn’t have to be an idiot in comparison to Logan! And I am well aware Ignorance doesn’t always mean stupidity, but that’s the theory I’m referring too in which they just make Orange stupid… “Ignorance is bliss” with Orange hiding for so long isn’t a terrible idea, don’t get me wrong!

I wanna ask, what are your theories for Orange? I’m 100% willing to have a debate or simply listen to whatever you have to bring to the table! We love orange theories ‘round here… eheheh :3

[scre-a-ming-cupcakes]

John Dies At The End book review and ranting

Personal Rating: 8/10

Ranking in the book series: Top 1

I like horror. I like comedy. I like weirdness and batshit insanity. And I like some seriousness in small bites between. If there is a book that perfectly captures those things in one, it's gotta be this one.

The tone:

The horror is graphic and tense, comedy can go from cheap frat boy humor to punchlines you wouldn't expect if you had billions of years to think about them. I wanna know what the author was on when he wrote the book and I want some of it. Meanwhile the horror is genuinely scary and doesn't really get soothed by the comedic bits. If anything, the horror gets more interesting and unique with the comedy.

Still, there are moments where the serious gets pushed to 100% and it truly leaves the room 5°C colder. (The time Dave gets possessed by a shadow person and the time Dave loses 30 Minutes and wakes up with a gun in his hand and a missing person case. Those are the ones that stood out to me)

Pacing:

Out of all of the books, this one might genuinely be the most badly written. It is very episodic in the beginning (due to the fact that it started out as a web series) and it doesn't have that strong of a red string throughout it all. And it really bullshits its way through the acts with explanations that had no rules, no setup, and no logic behind it. Normally, I would roll my eyes, but with this story, it doesn't turn into a negative aspect but a positive one. The universe in this franchise is weird and has no rules and no logic. It's a mind fuck of a time line and the mix of the *very* unreliable narrator doesn't make it any less illogical. So yeah, this book gets away with a lot of bullshit simply because its funny.

Monsters:

The monsters in all of the series are weird and strange, but I really like the ones in this book. Korrok is an interesting entity that I would love to see more of. Still not sure if Korrok is connected to everything happening in the later books or if the rest of them, the spiders, the millibutt, Xarcrax, if they are their own thing. The shadow people are genuinely terrifying, especially their ability to make you cease to exist in the present and the past.

The characters:

The characters are not qualified to save the world, but still happen to be the chosen ones to do so. You see it in many stories. This is a rare occasion where you, as a reader, truly agree that they aren't made for the job. They don't get magically better at everything within 2 weeks. They are idiots, they are assholes, they are out of shape, they are unserious and unprofessional. But all of that in a realistic, and not over the top way. You can always relate with at least one of the people, or know someone in your life who is just like them.

The plot twists: (spoilers, I guess)

-Todd. I would consider Todd to be a plot twist. It's quite sick to find out halfway through the book that there was one more member of the monster hunter group, and we never got to know them. If the powers of the shadow people were confusing until then, Todd's existence (or rather, non-existence) explains it and shows how terrifying that concept is. And it is teased slightly in ways that you don't recognize unless you read it again. And even then, you miss some of it. (For example: In the interrogation, the officer says that 4 kids are missing, but only lists 3 names. In general, there is an inconsistency with how many people are listed and how many are alive at that point)

-The tool shed. 10/10 plot twist, in my opinion. It's spine chilling. It's brutal and a perfect lead up. I don't know about y'all, but to me, the tool shed reveal was a total surprise. Never ever EVER would I have expected that. It's perfect in a way that it keeps misleading you. At first, you are 100% convinced that the body in Dave's shed is Amy. You don't even question who it might be. You just know it's Amy. Well, fuck you, dumbass, Amy is alive and well. For the rest of the book, it keeps you guessing who it might be. It's gotta be Jennifer! Nope, Jennifer is revealed to be alive a chapter later. Marconi? Marconi is still alive, a few chapters later. You get different ideas and different wrong leads, and during the whole Shit Narnia bit you might even stop thinking about it at all because the guys have different problems now. Ending the book with the finale reveal of the body in the tool shed satisfying and comes full circle. The reveal that the corpse in Dave's toolshed is none other than Dave, himself, is nothing close to disappointing. Our protagonist and narrator has been a monster, himself, for the whole later half of the book, and it's brilliant!!! And once again, it's been teased at from the start.

Little aspects and bits I like:

- The book is called John Dies at the End. John dies in the beginning. His ghost transfers to Dave's phone, a hot dog, a dog, and back into his stolen corpse. He doesn't die at the actual end of the book. If you wanna convince someone to read the series, explain them that. (I know book 4 gives at explanation as to why the series is called that way but I still find it funny.)

- Your dead best friend calling you via a Motherfucking HOT DOG

-Amyyyyyy I love Amyyyyy

- The monsters from the underworld having the humor of a 14 year old fortnight gamer is peak horror

- Always love me some well written unreliable narrator

-"Would you like to donate some blood to CHAIRity?" *throws chair at monster*

-The city of [Undisclosed] is a unique kind of shithole to have a story take place in. It really gives the story a lot more vibes.

-The whole Las Vegas bit is just peak!

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Other reviews:

TBIFOS | WTHDIJR | ITBEYITWU

[desperate-daydream]

☂️ Umbrella Academy

❀ Five Hargreeves x male reader ⚣︎

A/N: next part! I'm kinda hyped for this now so let's hope this turns out to be continued (I'm already working on other scene snippets with my daydreaming-power, just gotta remember or note them down) XD

2. A/N: Uh, I’m also not able to leave the reader all blank over all these parts and maybe even seasons. So I gave the reader a little bit of fucked up backstory to fit into the brelly-madness-vibe and bond with Five. (it also helps with the teenaged reader - or whatever age the reader is to not make this weird even if Five is already a bit aged up in my imagination - just randomly running around to save the world and not having anyone else worrying about them)

(there's a tag with the title)

tags/warnings: set in season 1 still, (brief mention of trying not to puke?), a bit is changed but overall plot is the same or at least close to the episode I guess, top/protective reader, Klaus my beloved (once again: just wanted to mention him), Dolores! (whop!whop!)

Together, we will save the world pt. 4

It was night when Five took you to a shopping market. “It’s closed”, you remarked but Five just took your hand again and you braced yourself for the jump. At least this time you didn’t feel like you’re gonna puke. “What if we get caught?”, you asked nervously. Normally you weren’t that uptight - especially since you had met Five - but it would take away time and in the worst case take you away from him. 

“Don’t worry. Nobody’s here anymore and the cameras don’t work.” You didn’t ask him how he knew and followed behind. At first you thought that he just randomly wandered around but then he stopped. You were standing in front of display podiums with mannequins. And when you looked back at Five you could remotely make out this deeply hurt look in his eyes that he had also gotten when telling you about the time in the post-apocalypse. 

You followed the shine of the torch he held. It shone on one of the mannequins’ face. “This is Dolores”, Five said then, “I found her shortly after finding my siblings’ bodies. And well.. I heard her speak. And I answered. So I took her with me.” 

You looked at him again while he spoke and saw the tiniest smile on his lips. “You must think I’m insane now”, he turned his head to look back at you. “Well, not really”, you answered and took another quick look at her, at Dolores, “The human mind and body can do unimaginable things to survive and this was how you were able to get through all these years.. By being there, she was real to you and a great important part of your life. I don’t think you’re insane.” 

Five looked at you with wide eyes and his lips slightly parted. Suddenly, he looked less like the annoyed stressed old man in a puberty ridden body but.. more innocent and soft. You could make out the exhaustion and the tiny quiet plead for help and comfort in him again. You looked at each other for a bit longer with no one talking. 

When Five seemed like he wanted to say something again you were harshly interrupted by gunshots. Five dragged you down with him and portaled you to somewhere else between the clothing racks. You felt panic rise up in you. Sure, you had already witnessed and fought in the attack at your and Five’s first meeting. But now you were just completely shot at. No chance to grab a knife for you. 

Five did most of the work while teleporting from place to place and distracting the shooters with false movements. The mannequins but especially Dolores had been shot from their place. Dolores upper half that was missing an arm was laying half-way beneath another rack and after a quick look exchange with the absolutely distressed Five you decided to save her for him. You didn’t know what came over you; there was no actual reason behind it, just impulsiveness. Somehow, you didn’t want it to end like this for Five. 

After you had got her, Five tried to portal you away but it didn’t seem to work anymore. “Fuck”; he hissed through his teeth and looked around. The shooting stayed and you realized that you wouldn’t have much of a chance in a few moments. 

But then you heard sirens - the police were coming. And the shooting stopped. You heard someone swear and then how the shooters ran away. You were still in shock so Five had to drag you behind him to the nearest exit while you still held Dolores in your other arm. You actually managed to escape before any authority arrived and through some back alleys you found your way to the Hargreeve’s mansion again. 

When you dragged yourselves up the staircase you were greeted by Allison and Luther on the gallery. They seemed to be discussing something but when they saw you they stopped. “Oh, hey”, Luther greeted you with furrowed eyebrows, “Are you okay? Can we help you?” He tried to put a hand on Five’s shoulder but the boy swatted it away with a sour and exhausted expression. “You can’t do anything. None of you”, he spat at his siblings. 

And he once again took your hand to drag you with him. It seemed to have become a habit around you. But you really didn’t mind, you got to hold a cute and smart boy’s hand. 

Only when you were in Five’s room and had placed Dolores on a chair did you notice that Five was bleeding. “Your arm”, you pointed it out and Five looked down at it like he just noticed. “Oh”, he only said and looked up at you again. 

“We gotta get something to patch you up”, you said and Five told you where you could find the nearest first aid kit. You went to get it and on the way you bumped into Luther and Aliison again - one of the reasons why you had told Five that you would get the kit. 

“Hey, is he okay?”, Allison asked you. However, she was still inspecting you with narrowed eyes - she really appeared to still be suspicious of you. “Well, there’s just been a lot that didn’t go according to plan today”, you answered, “And yesterday. And probably a lot of times before that.” You tried to show her a smile that said ‘It’s like that, unfortunately.’ And after a few seconds of her keeping the stern expression while Luther already smiled back at you, she showed a tiny acknowledging smile too. 

You turned away with the words: “Gotta go now.” and held up the kit as an explanation. Before Five’s siblings could say something else you had disappeared into his room again. “Could I ask you something rather personal?”, you started warily while unpacking the first aid kit. Five told you what you should use even though you actually already knew that - something he realized too when you did the steps he was about to explain. 

“What is it about?”, he answered your question with another one. “Your siblings.” “Huh, alright”, he squeezed his eyes shut at the sting in his arm. “Soo”, you continued with his wound while contemplating how to formulate your question, “Why are they all.. like that? I mean, I’m really not normal myself and I don’t wanna judge- but they- you- are so.. just so! I know some about your story and that already explains much about- just how you are but how come that your siblings seem just as - and I’m sorry - deranged?” 

“Oh, heh”, Five looked away with a face that looked more like a grimace than what could be a grin, “Well, our father really had his own mind.. and methods.. and all the rest. I admit, he knew what he was talking about”, Five seemed to get riled up more then, “And yes, I dived in the ice and didn’t fucking acorn like he warned me about and yes, that doomed my life in a certain way. But the way he acted has doomed all of his children’s lives collectively. I believe we were already quite prone to mental illness or whatever state we are in now but he caused all of that to activate in the worst way possible. I mean- look at us: even in death he distresses us.” 

While he was talking you had almost finished treating him. “Damn”, you could only say while patching together the wound, “And I thought my family situation was fucked up.” “How is your family situation?”, Five asked and looked over your work. “If I may ask”, he added with a whisper like he had trouble being polite, which could be true according to your observation. 

“Well, mom left - I don’t know where she is, I don’t know anything about her, she could be dead. And my dad died - I know that definitely, I was with him when it happened. Now I’m halfway part of the system but I managed to not live under the strict supervision of an ungrateful or even grateful foster parent. I just don’t want anyone else to have responsibility over me anymore. I can take care of myself quite well. I even have a job as you already know.” 

“So, I have a broken and sometimes rather unwanted family and you don’t have one anymore - as far as you know”, Five concluded your conversation. “I guess so”, you put a bandage on Five’s arm and patted his shoulder. “I think you should rest a little bit. And I’m kinda tired too”, you packed the first aid kit and placed it on the desk. Five gave you silent agreement and you got ready for bed in your respective corners of the room. 

Then you got to bed next to each other. You had already laid down when you felt the mattress dip next to you. You looked up at the ceiling that was faintly illuminated by the streetlights coming in through the window. “Is your arm okay?”, you whispered up at the ceiling. 

“Yeah”, Five whispered back, “Thanks.” You looked at him in the corner of your eye and felt like Five was doing the same. 

“Do you really wanna stay?”, you heard him after a little while. “Am I going?”, you retorted teasingly. “Not yet”, he answered. “So, I guess I’m staying.” Now you were completely turning your head towards him. “Unless you want me to go”, you added cautiously. He moved his head to look at you as well. “No”, he said a little too quickly, “I- I mean, I don’t mind you being around.” 

“Good, I don’t mind being around you too”, you rolled on your side to face him completely. You smirked while looking at his faintly lit face that he seemingly tried to keep neutral. You didn’t know if it actually happened or if it was just hopeful wishing but he looked like he was slightly blushing. With that cute sight in front of you, you fell asleep soon. 

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“Y/N”, you heard Five calling you in your dream. His voice was so soft and you turned around to search for him but he was nowhere around. 

Then you realised that his voice didn’t come from your dream but from reality and that you were halfway asleep. When you were gently shook you slowly blinked open your eyes. 

And when your eyes finally focused you noticed that he was already dressed in another, not shot at, school boy uniform. „You really have to get some other clothes than that“, you mumbled and sat up slowly. 

„What‘s so wrong about this?“, he seriously asked you. „What is not wrong about this?“, you countered. When he looked at you questioningly you sat up straighter and swung your legs over the edge of the bed. 

„First of all, the 90s are over. Second, no wonder no one takes you seriously when you look like a little boy that broke out of the weird catholic school that he was sent to against his will - especially with a behaviour like yesterday. And third, it‘s paradox and probably not helpful with letting your trauma heal when you wear clothes that were given to you by your emotionally - and what not else - abusive father. Oh, fourth - adding to this - also the clothes you were wearing when you got stuck in the apocalypse which once again probably doesn‘t help your mental state very much.“ 

Five looked at you and let his eyes scan over your whole face like he was searching for something. Then he raised an eyebrow at you: „You‘re coming at me with psychology?“ „Yes, I am.“ He grumbled with uncomfort clear on his face. 

„You cannot deny it“, you said and then softened your voice, „I know it‘s hard to even just admit that you‘re not mentally okay but you‘ll have to at some point. Otherwise it might even keep you from succeeding or bring you to make false decisions.“ 

You stood up, then stepped a little closer to Five who had turned away a little bit. „I‘m here - I made that pretty clear yesterday. So, if you want to talk..“ You instinctively knew that he probably did not want to answer or even make eye contact now so you got dressed and ready to go wherever he had planned for today. 

When you came out of the bathroom and back in the room you both stayed in you witnessed Five looking at Dolores. He held a bag in his hands - you had no idea where that came from. 

„We can take her with us“, you said quietly, still standing by the door. He looked at you like he had just then noticed that you were there. Then he looked back at her. And then finally got up to gently put her in the bag. 

„We can get out of the window. I really don‘t wanna see my family right now.“ „Alright“, you followed him out of the window and down a fire escape. He had the bag slung over his shoulder. 

„Heyy!“ Well, the plan not to see any of his siblings was officially destroyed when Klaus‘ head suddenly popped up out of a dumpster. 

„What the hell are you doing?“, Five asked, then quickly added: „You know what, I really don‘t wanna know.“ 

You snorted when Klaus bit into a bagel that he picked out of the dumpster. That man was so wildly crazy. But also relatable and sympathetic (and heavily queer). And even Five who didn‘t show it often seemed to still have a kind of soft spot like he probably did for all of his siblings. 

„Oh, just chillin‘, as you do“, Klaus answered and leaned casually on the inside of the dumpster. Five just let out a „huh“ and turned to the car. „But what are youuu up to?“, Klaus shouted after him then. Five kept walking and answered: „None of your business.“ 

You waved to Klaus then followed Five who placed the bag with Delores so she was upright in the back of the van. He then got in the driver seat. „Uh, can you even drive?“, you asked while nervously getting in. „Sure.“ 

„Annnd do you have a license?“ „No official one for this time“, he answered while starting the car. „What if we get pulled up?“, you continued. „We won‘t“, the man next to you just answered nonchalantly. „Okay“, you still weren‘t quite sure about this but you trusted him for now. 

He drove to no other place than the production company of the prosthetic eye he still had with him. When you looked at him questioningly he explained: „We‘re doing an observation.“ 

„Oh, okay“, you leaned back but then you heard your stomach grumble. „Well, for an observation we need snacks and something to drink. Also, I didn‘t have breakfast. I could get us something.“ 

He silently looked at you for a moment while you looked back with raised eyebrows and a smirk. “Alright, but don’t take too long.” “I won’t. Don’t worry.” You hopped out of the van and after a few energetic steps you turned back once more to salute to Five who had supposedly followed you with his gaze. 

You went into the shop at the corner. If you had waited a little longer you had noticed Luther and Klaus going towards the van - but you didn’t. You stood in front of the aisles and thought about what Five would probably eat. Even though he drank his coffee black you had noticed him snacking the most sweet foods - he said it was because of the jumps that wore him out. 

You decided on something sweet as well as a more healthy option. Then you noticed the coffee and went for that too. After paying and saying goodbye you made your way back, to straight up run into Klaus. “Oh hey”, you grinned at him, “What’re you doing here?” 

“Heyyy, little friend”, he patted your head, “We wanted to get Fivey back to the academy - you know, important business to discuss. Well, I just got kicked out. Maybe you’ll have some more luck. I’ll- uh, do whatever.” Klaus twirled and looked around before he gave you a thumbs up. 

You chuckled: “I’ll try my best.” Then you went around the van. There was no chance for your former seat at the moment since you saw Luther in it. So, you went to the driver’s door and knocked at its window. Five turned to you a little perplexed then rolled down the window. 

“Got food as promised aaand something to drink”, you showed him the two coffee cups. Then you looked at Luther on the other side: “Sorry, didn’t know you were coming. Otherwise I could’ve brought you something too.” Luther smiled lightly but still had furrowed eyebrows and declined with thanks. 

“Can I get in or this this too secret and personal?”, you asked and Five immediately answered even though Luther’s gaze became more uncertain. “You can.” “You sure?” “Yes”, he emphasized his answer and opened the door. 

He took the snacks from you and you got into the van through the back door - although you had considered just crawling over Five’s lap for a moment. For the funsies and all. But you came to the conclusion that you really couldn’t do that. 

“So, Klaus said something about family business”, you started and it was like you had summoned the demon because at that moment Klaus, with groceries in his arms, came running out of the store where you had just bought something. The owner yelled after him and Klaus was almost run over when trying to escape over the road, wildly laughing. 

Five pinched the bridge of his nose while you held back a little chuckle. Klaus certainly served entertainment. Luther let out a sigh: “I guess I’ll leave you two then.” Then he got out. After a moment of looking after him you came crawling to the front again. “Did I say or do something wrong?” 

Five looked at you again: “No, I did. We all did.”