#mention of drugs

[flwrcrxwnlyon]

Fallout 4 posting again, and I thought about a convo I had with my boyfriend (sorry guys)

Cw: mention of drugs

I just think about Hancock again: He clearly has self-esteem issues hidden by a 'cool' personality.

He's scared of becoming like his brother. He still feels guilty for not being able to save the ghouls who lived in Diamond City or because he couldn't react when a 'friend' was killed.

Literally, he stated how the whole thing that happened in Diamond City affected him and started to use even more drugs and drink more because he felt responsible and couldn't face what happened.

Other than that, this guy literally left his home after realising that the only family member he had was a terrible person. Is just, traumatic

not heavily talking about his brother being a synth rn, but it is horrible as well. He would really never know if the guy who became a mayor was really his brother of his substitute, and either way, he felt sorry for hating him FOR YEARS.

And it is funny how usually the more sadder and to me interesting part isn't really depicted in the works of the fandom, even though it has potential.

Yes, I like him being silly and stuff, but that's partially a mask, another way to not face what happened, a sort of coping mechanism.

And I think it is so adorable that when we (the player) max our relationship with him, he decides to trust and tell sole survivor how he was feeling (I think he never told to anyone since, he's the mayor and probably didn't want to make the citizens worry or something like that).

Also, can we talk about how much of a sweetheart he is when romanced?? How confused is he by sole because they like him??

I'm just

[doctorspaceman]

thinking about how Prof Abullah learned to speak Japanese...

translation below the cut

[goatcheese-anon]

Urgent thing I need to share before my ADHD brain forgets:

Harry Potter Post-war Breaking Bad AU:

Snape survived, but since Voldemort is dead, the Dark Marks are slowly killing all the remaining Death Eaters, something Voldy did as a failsafe. And like, let's take into consideration that Harry is quite literally a War Veteran and has some tremendous PTSD, and he probably doesn't know how to cope, and now starts taking Muggle drugs.

So now we have the slowly-dying-'chemistry' -Professor and the horrible-at-'chemistry' -ex-student-now-junky.

The motive for Snape to start making that stuff is still a bit wonky, but it would probably be to leave something for Hogwarts.. Or for his godson Draco.. Yk,,

Anyhow, let's assume he has a motive to do this for now. Maybe he wanted to visit Harry for old times sake, since yk their history and all, and he ends up discovering that Harry became an addict to a Muggle drug.

You know the drill. Lots of discouragement and fighting, until Snape, who is admittedly a bit impressed that Harry was able to make that stuff in the first place, gives in and makes a magical equivalent. Now, that's where the whole fun begins.

I didn't even think about it until now, but it would 100% result in Severitus.

I'm just imagining the two of them sitting in an old Muggle Camper-van, Snape with a cauldron instead of Muggle chemistry equipment, complaining about the size of the thing when it could be magically enhanced, Harry, who keeps telling him that it's more convenient that way in case someone's after them so they'll reach the steering wheel faster.. And the best part is the magical elements in this story. Police AND Aurors would be after them, Kingpins like Tuco Salamanca or Gus Fring could also be Wizards (Gus as a Wizard would GENUINELY be terrifying.), and the whole thing overall would be so much more exciting.

The Weasleys would 100% help Harry sell the stuff.

Anyhow, this concludes this madness for now.

[codemagister]

The goatee is very flattering on you

Why thank you, my dear, I would return a compliment to you, however the only thing I can think of is that you appear to currently have rather long legs, and the personality of a squirrel on cocaine.

[clickerflight]

Fallen: Part 9 - How Much is that Doggie in the Window

I was supposed to write this ages ago, but misread fallen as fleeting on my to do list so :p Also, I do adore the hallucinations in the way of 'they're hurting my guy :)' They're fun. I have plans for them.

Masterlist

Part 8

Content: Villain whumpee, hallucinations, miserable times, wet cat vibes, nonsexual nudity, discussion of past injuries, mentions of drugs and needle marks

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It was raining now. Kolt was completely drenched, his thin shirt and sweatpants doing nothing to protect him from the elements. The nice woman who had been helping him had needed to go to work and gave him a little bit of money, which helped him get pretty close to where he needed to go, but not far enough, 

He shuffled through the rain, the lights shimmering before his blurry eyes as he went, arms wrapped around himself as he sniffled and allowed himself to look less and less like the man he had been before. 

Ah, look at him. Like a soaked puppy dog, Gambler said with relish in his voice. 

“Shut up,” Kolt said softly, pushing past the dark hallucination. He swore he could feel the rain slicked poncho the man was wearing under his scarred palm. 

Ooh, we’re brave today, aren’t we, Watcher said, which sent chills down Kolt’s spine, unrelated to the weather. Watcher didn’t speak often, but when he did, it was usually a portent of something terrible coming his way. He hoped this time wasn’t one of those occasions. 

We should do something about that, Beater said, stepping out of an alley. In the past, Kolt would have just ignored them. Rationalized that they were just hallucinations. But they weren’t just hallucinations any more. They could affect him now. Force him to do things he didn’t want to do. They could hurt him or stop his progress, so he treated them like cautious enemies. 

He moved carefully, not allowing them to corner him or surround him. 

So fast when you’re let out of your cage, hmm? Beater said, jogging to catch up, trying to get ahead of Kolt, but Kolt turned down another street. 

Never let them know your next move, Watcher whispered in that two toned voice. It made Kolt want to throw up. 

Where are you going, puppy? Shouldn’t you be in a window? How is anyone supposed to want to buy you if you getting all muddy and bruised in the streets? Gambler asked, and before Kolt could get out of the way he felt something trip him, sending him sprawling. 

They had to be real. There was no way a hallucination would be so real, right?

Kolt shook his head, pushing himself out of the mud. He couldn’t think about it right now. It would only slow him down. 

Persistent, Beater commented, impressed. Looks like they didn’t take all of the fight out of you. But we knew that. You are so so good at hiding what is actually going on in that big brain of yours. 

You were such a good dog for Dr. LeAnne for so long. It is amazing you’re able to remember anything after that, Gambler added and all three of the hallucinations laughed. 

Kolt tried to drown them out, his heart beating faster when he saw the familiar door ahead. 

“Please,” he couldn’t help but whisper to himself. “Please still be here.”

The hallucinations, still laughing, hung back as he approached the door. He knocked, the sound weak under the sound of the rain. He waited, arms wrapped around himself again, water dripping out of his long hair and into his face as he waited. 

Someone moved inside and the door opened. Dr. Dalley Hitchcock still looked the same, round of face and chest, friendly looking besides a dark look behind his eyes, and sturdy. 

“Dalley,” Kolt breathed, emotions swelling up in his chest. Shame from being seen like this, gratitude and relief and hope, fear that he would be turned away because Dalley’s alliances had changed; everything. Kolt opened his mouth to explain, to be rational and ask for help politely, to apologize for the intrusion, but his eyes blurred further, obscuring Dalley’s features and a sob ripped out of his throat in such a manner that Kolt covered his mouth like he could take that and the rushing tears back. 

“Kolt? Is that you? We thought you were dead,” Dalley said, reaching out and taking Kolt by the elbows to guide him inside, closing the door and blocking out those three clear shapes Kolt could always see even as he cried. 

Kolt was sat in a chair, elbows propped on his knees as he tried to regain his composure. 

“Where have you been?” Dalley asked, rummaging around and grabbing things. “Not even the Dragon Gang could figure out where you’d gone.”

Kolt shook his head in his hands. No one could find him except Gale. And Gale was who knows where. 

“Kolt?”

Kolt wiped his face hard, sniffling and lifted his head. “I was in a lab somewhere,” he said with a grimace. “Look, I don’t really feel good, Dalley. Can this wait until-”

“No, of course. I apologize. That was insensitive of me. You wait there for a moment while I get some things ready in the bathroom and we’ll get you taken care of,” Dalley said, shuffling off. 

Kolt was left among the piles of supplies and books, all at once chaotic and organized. Just like the last time he’d been here. He was grateful that Dalley was a creature of habit. Kolt would have been left wandering the streets looking for an ally for quite a while if Dalley had moved. 

Dalley came back quickly and leaned down, taking Kolt by the elbows again to help him up. Kolt usually would have protested, but he did not think there was much left of his ego to rescue at the moment, muddy and bruised and scarred as he was. 

Soon, he was sat in a chair in the bathtub, Dalley with rolled up sleeves and pant legs standing in the tub with him. 

“Alright. Are you attached to these clothes? I’m thinking it would be easiest to just cut them off if you don’t mind.”

Kolt shook his head and Dalley got to work. 

Kolt was naked in the chair as Dalley turned on the faucet, moving the shower head to where Kolt could touch it. 

“That temperature alright for you?”

Kolt reached out and nodded. A warm shower. When was the last time he had one?

Dalley cleaned Kolt off quickly and efficiently, enough so that it was clear this was how he regularly treated the clients that came through his door. 

As soon as Kolt was clean, Dally had him dry off and then stand up for a proper assessment. 

Kolt wanted quietly as Dally tallied up his scars and old wounds, taking in the way he stood and the bruises around his elbows. 

“Do you know what meds they had you on?” Dalley asked, prodding gently at the needle marks.

Kolt shook his head as Dalley moved his fingers and wrists, assessing any damage or loss of movement. “Something that made me weak and sick…. And it made my eyesight worse.”

Dalley clicked his tongue, looking up at Kolt’s face. “Here, sit down. I’ll check that for you.”

Kolt did, turning his head and letting Dalley push and pull at his face as he examined him. 

“Do you still have your powers?”

“Yes,” Kolt said, flexing the hand he’d used to kill Kate. 

“Alright, tell me when my finger becomes clear.”

Kolt did so and Dalley hummed, taking out a pen light to peer into Kolt’s eye. 

“Did they want you for your power?”

Kolt had to fight very hard to keep from closing his eyes at the reminder. “Yes. They wanted to turn me into a weapon. They didn’t succeed.”

Dalley laughed. “I should hope not. Alright. Looks like you’ll need some physical therapy for a couple of your joints, your muscles are atrophied, your spine looks a little bit messed up but that shouldn’t be a problem. The new healer Phoenix has working for him is incredible. Some of these scars might need a bit of surgery to loosen up and give you more movement back, you’re definitely going to need some surgery for this one-” Dalley tapped Kolt’s lip where the scar pulled everything so tight he knew teeth were always showing on that corner of his mouth- “Or else your teeth might dry up and fall out eventually. We’ll need full dental work up of course. Your eyes are a bit of a concern and I think we should consult someone about your powers just in case anything is wrong. Have you been experiencing any psychological effects from everything that happened?”

Should he lie? You should always tell your doctor the truth, but this…. This was different. Kolt wanted to wait it out and see if a few good nights of sleep and safety would help sort him out. 

“A little dizziness and some strange ocular illusions, but I do not know if that is because of my brain or my eyes,” Kolt said. There, good enough for now. He’d explain more if it became necessary. 

“Okay. We’ll just keep monitoring you. Now I-”

“When was the last time you saw Gale?”

“What?”

“Gale. When did you see him last?”

Dalley leaned back, thinking for a moment. “A few months ago, I think. He said he was going undercover. Looking for you, actually. We thought it a bit of a waste of time, but things were quiet back then, so we weren’t going to keep him from doing so. Did he help you out?”

“I think so. I vaguely remember him, and I have suspicions that the scientists who had me have him.”

Dalley narrowed his eyes at Kolt. “I will tell the Phoenix and we can see what we can do, but-”

“No. I’m going to-”

“Absolutely not! You have a long recovery ahead of you,” Dalley said sharply in a tone that reminded Kolt exactly why he respected the doctor. 

Dallley blew out a breath and said, “You are going to dry up and get dressed, eat something and go to bed. Understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” Kolt said. There wasn’t much he could do now, after all. He was just too tired. A bed sounded heavenly right about now. 

Dalley nodded, putting a hand on Kolt’s shoulder and leaning in a little so Kolt could see his expression clearly. “I am glad to see you alive. We searched for you for as long as we could. Gale never gave up, and he won’t give up under whatever treatment those lunatics put him through.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Kolt sighed, shaking his head. “I’m just so glad you’re still here.”

Dalley laughed. “Well, you know me. I am loathe to leave my little crevices.”

Kolt hummed, amused as he slowly got up, ignoring the way his hip and spine clicked as he did so. 

So, Kolt followed Dalley’s advice, giving Dalley a pee sample before going to bed so he could send it off alongside some of Kolt’s hair to be tested for what he’d been drugged with. 

Kolt, now clothed in warm pajamas and properly clean after one more shower, climbed into bed, curling up under the blankets. 

His mind felt heavy, and despite his desire to think and to try and make plans, he couldn’t keep his eyes from drifting closed, sleep overcoming his muddled, exhausted brain. 

Part 10

Fallen taglist: @looptheloup @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @snakebites-and-ink @starsick1979

[bucketspammer4life]

☆ random punch out headcanons (depressing edition) ☆

here it comes

(tw for: drug use, mentions of abuse, death)

- bald bull loves his mom a lot, she was there when no one else was, she was with him through thick & thin, the first thing he did when he was under a lot of stress or overwhelmed was to call her and visit her, when she passed away it hit him hard & he considered just locking himself in his house and giving up since he had no one to hold onto, he couldnt sleep for days and lost appetite

- Glass Joe has considered taking steroids and other "substances" to help him, there was a moment during his golden years where he actually took said substances and steroids, he had to stop because his organs werent taking it well and he wanted to live, he volunteers at rehab to help others like him

- the reason bear hugger is so connected to animals is he had many pets of his mauled, lost or killed by the wildlife around him & reckless family members he loved too much to argue with, he does his best not to get attached to unattended animals out in the wild because he knows they'll just be gone one day and he cant change it

- the reason Don Flamenco dislikes Mac is he sees himself when he looks at him, he feels bitter about wasting his youth trying to please others instead of doing what he wanted to do from the start, he hates seeing Mac not go through that since he just thinks everyone needs to go through that to be "a proper fighter"

- Mac doesnt know the fact that his birth parents are dead, he just assumes they gave him away because they werent ready, hes constantly trying to get in contact with them,Doc refuses to tell him the truth since it would pretty much break him, anytime Mac mentions his birth parents Doc's heart sinks, thinking he finally learned the truth about them

- piston hondo doesnt know how to show affection since he grew up with his grandparents is because they were old-fashioned and didnt really believe in mutual respect, hes still trying to unlearn what they taught him and practices expressions in the mirror to not seem emotionless

- Aran has really bad hygiene thanks to him having neglectful parents, they didnt bother to teach him proper hygiene & care, he didnt know how to shower until he was in 5th grade, thanks to that + his mom insisting on that name, he was bullied recklessly, he wanted it to stop so he started to act like that and the habit stuck since its his defense mechanism

- great tiger learned how to clone himself to feel less lonely since he was a only child and his parents didnt really teach him how to make friends, he started to study magic at a young age to impress people & make friends, he eventually grew past the need for others and just started hanging out with him, himself and great tiger, he got praised for being self sufficient when he just gave up on making friends and accepted being alone

[gummybugg]

🎉Get to Know My OC🎉

Thanks for the tag, @rickie-the-storyteller! Check out hers here (I really love it)! For this round, I am choosing Blair from my WIP Crater City.

I am also tagging these people if they wanna have at it: @rubywrite @flock-from-the-void @my-cursed-prince @new-royston-cursebreakers @zestymimblo and @sam-glade!

There is a small Content Warning, so I slapped them in the tags.

...

In a small, concrete room sits a young man bound by ropes. He is slouched in a folding chair in front of a thick, wooden table. The spotlight that aims directly on his body accentuates his warm features: deep, brown hair that goes down to his neck, blush from acne scars, and a bit of stubble. He wears a pair of heart gauges, an aviator jacket, crocs, and jeans that look like they've fought in the nuclear war and come back to tell their tale. But alas, we are not interviewing a pair of distressed pants today.

He is beginning to come to after being knocked unconscious for the past 45 minutes (Well, it’s better to be safe than sorry).

Blair: Where the fuck am I? (he blinks, confused) Wait, am I being interrogated for my crimes? Now? (he squirms in his chair) I refuse to speak to a lawyer until proven guilty!

Elijah: Blair, listen! If we just do as we're told, we'll be fine.

Blair: Elijah? You’re here, too? If I find out they hurt you-- (nearly tips over in his chair)

Elijah: No, I'm fine, I promise! Let's just get this interview over with so we can leave. Ok?

Blair: Yeah, whatever. But if anyone hurts you (The rope that tie him to his chair drop off his body all at once), I will smash my way through that mirror, grab them by the neck, and--

Me: Ok, ok! Let's get the interview started!

...

[1] Are you named after anyone?

Am I? (Blair looks around in thought.) I don't think so, the last I checked.

[2] When was the last time you cried?

(Blair sighs, throwing his hands on the table. You're sure things are about to get juicy.) Blair: On my way over here, actually! Some cop threw some tear gas at me. (pauses) Nah, I'm just kidding. I was actually having a panic attack about something...(Blair pauses to remember.) I think it was about how if Elijah somehow wound up in heaven and I didn't, would he just leave me behind or bunk with me in the pits of hell? I called him in the middle of the breakdown and everything, and he told me that he's not sure if there is an afterlife, but even if there was, he wouldn't leave me for a bunch of glorified bed sheet-wearing prudes. Then someone came up from behind me and smeared my face with a cloth, and that's how I ended up here! Elijah: (directly into the microphone from the booth) Me and Blair trade existential crises like trading cards. It's become our new favorite Saturday night event.

[3] Do you have kids?

Blair: Rose and Elijah said I shouldn't be trusted around other small, chaotic humans like myself because the last time that happened, an entire fifth-grade class started a traffic light rights campaign. Traffic was backed up for weeks because we “planted the seed of rebellion” in the minds of children. Elijah: No, the police said you "planted the seed of rebellion" in the minds of sentient bots, which I'm not sure how you managed to convince them to rebel in the first place. The children just started a new religion after the streetlights. Blair: I think what started it was when I was driving this parent and her kid somewhere and I cussed out someone driving in front of me for not respecting the traffic light when it told him to go.

[4] Do you use sarcasm?

Blair: Sometimes, yeah, but doesn’t everyone? Like what even constitutes sarcasm, are there actually people who don't use it at all? That seems impossible. Is this a trick question? Like can--is that an amount I can measure? Like ok, so, if one entire day equals a gallon and I speak like probably six gallons, but super fast, as I tend to, then in order to measure how much sarcasm I use would probably be between three cups out of that. So to answer your question, I think so. Maybe? Sure. Elijah: What about for our metric system users out there? Blair: a few hundred milliliters? Fuck if I know. I didn't know I was gonna be quizzed on math equations. Me: The U.S. still hasn't fully converted to the metric system hundreds of years in the future? Elijah & Blair: Nope.

[5] What's the first thing you notice about people?

Blair: The way they sound or act. I can tell if you're gonna be a condescending ass wipe before you even speak. Like for example, the people who dragged me here reek of stomach acid and gravel. But Elijah’s general vibe is like yellow with little bursts of bright light and swirls, like an old-timey screen saver. Elijah: Like the ones you'd find on my uncle's computer? Blair: Is he really that old? (They both laugh)

[6] What's your eye color?

Blair: Black or brown. I'm not sure, I just stare in the mirror and then when I look away, I forget immediately. Elijah looks at them a lot, ask him. (he gives a sly grin at the one-way mirror) (Elijah turns bright red from behind the glass) Elijah: Next question!

[7] Any special talents?

Blair: I do knife tricks with my balisong! Elijah: And he texts me for bandages every other day, so I have essentially become his bandage delivery guy. Blair: Elijah, tell them how you got me Hello Kitty bandages to “deter me from practicing.” Elijah: I…yeah. That didn't work. (Blair raises his hands to reveal neon pink fingers.)

[8] Scary movies or happy endings?

Blair: Scary movies because me and Rose and Elijah used to watch a bunch of gorey sci-fi movies together and laugh at the special effects. Or, at least me and Rose would. Elijah got angry we didn't take his nerdy movies as seriously as he did. Elijah: You just can’t appreciate old cinematography! Blair: True cinematography is The Dinosaurs Before Time. But you wouldn’t know since you always cry five minutes in and then we have to turn it off! Elijah: (standing up) Nuh-uh! Blair: (walking closer to the front of the room, imitating Elijah crying) “He was born ten minutes ago and now his mom’s dead?!” Elijah: (imitating Blair’s voice) “Yeah, that’s sad and all, but I think I could take on a T-rex with my bare hands.” No the fuck you could not! Do you have any idea how huge those bitches were? It'd eat you in one bite! Blair: Wow, you’re saying that just because I’m short I couldn’t do it. Low blow, Elijah. (The two, now inches apart the mirror’s divide, bicker about the logistics of fighting a dinosaur and how fighting a rooster technically counts because if you ever had a rooster chase after you, it’s scary af.) Me: Andddd, moving on!

[9] Where were you born?

Blair: On the outskirts of Crater City in some podunk. It should still be there, it's where my mom and my old neighbors lived. Things were so much more friendly back there, which is a huge difference from living in the city. Elijah: It’s crazy to be able to smile at someone on the street there and not get a death threat. Blair: Yeah… (he reminisces) Elijah: Are you thinking what I’m thinking? Blair: We should buy 400 acres of land and become farmers after this whole thing blows over. Elijah: (laughing) And raise a rooster army to protect our crops from mutants! (They bounce eagerly at the prospect of changing their names and living a peaceful life in the country.)

[10] What are your hobbies?

Blair: I practice tricks with my balisong, piece together little bots as pets, draw cartoons, and play video games. I also collect soda tabs, scrap metal, car keys, keychains, road signs… (Blair counts on his fingers) Elijah: Did he say road signs? What he meant was abandoned materials left for dead! Perfectly legal stuff here! (he laughs nervously.) Blair: I also collect our wanted pictures because I think we look sexy in them. Elijah: Blair!

[11] Do you have any pets?

Blair: I don't have a "pet" pet, but Elijah does! Or used to! I'm not sure what happened to him. He was a hamster named Clip, short for Noclip. Maybe that's why he's still missing. Elijah: Yeah, I'm not sure what happened either. But he usually turns up when Blair visits. Blair: It’s cause I’m the cool and estranged relative who brings gifts every time he comes over. Elijah: And by “gifts” he means chip crumbs on the couch.

[12] What sports do you play/have played?

Blair: I've played volleyball for a bit in high school until they banned me from the team for spiking the ball too hard. But if the opportunity presents itself, why not take it? Elijah: You gave four people concussions in one season! (Elijah laughs at the absurdity) Blair: They made fun of me, saying I was so short I couldn't hit over the net! It's not my fault they underestimated my skills.

[13] How tall are you?

Blair: 5' 5." There, I said it. Now we can move on! Elijah: Your Honor, he’s lying under oath, he's actually 5'3.5”! Blair: I can detest! Elijah: You mean “attest”? Blair: Hand me a fucking ruler right now! (Blair is provided a retractable ruler to measure his height) Elijah: Blair, turn it the other way. Blair: No, see? I am 5'5," and there's nothing you can do about it! Nothing! Unless you want to come over here and measure me yourself. (Elijah covers his face in his hands.) Blair: It's kinda suspicious he's so determined I'm shorter than I say I am. What, is he measuring my height in my sleep? I dunno, man, that's kinda weird.

[14] Favorite subject in school?

Blair: Robotics club counts, I'm pretty sure. Me and Elijah signed up for it and that's how we became best friends. It was the only class the teacher didn’t yell at me for slacking off or falling asleep in. Elijah: Because it was the only class you actually liked. Blair: Yeah, and the teacher even helped me get a scholarship because she said I was a great asset to mankind or whatever. But I think she was just being dramatic. Elijah: You managed to make a living driving people around in hijacked auto cars, I think it’s safe to say you’re not a complete idiot. Blair: Only a little. Elijah: Yeah, we’re pretty stupid. But not that stupid.

[15] Dream job?

Blair: I think I'd like to still build bots but definitely at my own pace instead of at a factory or business. It's too stuffy in places like that and it gets too repetitive after a while. Elijah: (confused) Blair, your passengers offer you to do contract work all the time. Blair: Elijah, Elijah. I don't think you understand... (There is a long pause.) Elijah: Are you gonna finish that thought? Or did you forget it halfway? Blair: No, I just didn't care enough to finish what I was gonna say. Hey, you wanna get some curly fries after this? All this pouring my life out shit is making me hungry. I almost forgot why I was even here. (Blair stretches) Oh my God, actually, you guys should interrogate Elijah next! I wanna see how long it takes for him to crack under pressure. Elijah: Blair, those questions were hardly invasive. Blair: I think you should throw some hardballs at him. Like do you eat oatmeal with a spoon or fork? Do you salt your watermelon or eat it unseasoned? Do you wash your rice with soap? Elijah: Who the fuck washes their rice? (Blair wears a look of abject horror.)

Me: And that is all the time we have for this interview! Thank you for your participation, Blair and Elijah! Now, if you could make your way to the exit—

(Elijah hurries out of the studio, followed by Blair, who has burst from the interviewing room. Blair chases him down the hall to the exit, all the while shouting a step-by-step guide on how to prepare rice. You have a feeling his ancestors would be very proud of him, if not for the atrocities he has committed.)

...

Crater City taglist (ask to be added/removed): @writeouswriter @lyra-brie

[ew-headyhearts]

i am so sorry for asking this but can we pls get some more nsfw headcanons?&2&1&/ AHHH SORRY

Okay, let me preface this by saying this, I wrote these head canons while extremely high and I've been sitting on these bad boys for a while now. Forgive me if they're a little incoherent but I figured this was the best ask to share them with. Please mind the tags. If you're uncomfortable with anything skip this one.

TW: N$FW Topics, Tord being fucking nasty, everyone just being nasty, sex toys, edging, just the tip, biting, praise, strap-ons, messy sex, questionable use of pillows, stealing clothes, using said clothes in questionable ways, VERY questionable fantasies, "onii-chan", again Tord's fucking nasty, Who needs that many dildos ever?, NO BETA READ (future Squid stopped by and made everything more coherent. You're welcome), EVEN THE TAGS AREN'T SAFE, Squid's a mess right now, Don't do drugs, unless it's legal for you like me

Edd

Chronic pillow humper. He has cum on the sheets multiple times. Don't worry, he cleans it all up very well. He just tosses that shit in the wash and passes right out afterward.

A huge fan of clothes on sex. Let that man dry hump you until he's busting in his khakis.

Service top. Much prefers giving. The guy gives great head and he knows it.

Praise kink, praise kink, praise kink. Did I mention the praise kink? Whether he's giving or receiving it, it doesn't matter. You're both getting called pretty no matter who's getting pounded into.

He talks so much during sex. It's either he's talking about how good you are or he's describing in massive detail every little thing hes doing to your body. It doesn't even get better when he's going down on you.

A massive tease. He can spend hours just fucking you with the tip. It makes it so much more enjoyable for him.

Loves edging so much, like one of his favorite things is edging you both together and see who gets so desperate that they are practically drooling and barely able to form a thought.

Did I mention guided masturbation? He loves seeing his partner get off while he whispers right in their ear how to do it. And trust me, he pays extra close attention he knows nearly all of your sweet spots and he's going to abuse that information.

Matt

Likes to use a vibrator against his cock.

He is a total voyeur and definitely makes a show out of you watching him tease himself.

Also produces a lot of precum it WILL get everywhere.

Much prefers bottoming. Stuff his holes, yes please.

His absolute favorite is to ride you/your strap and look up into a mirror on the ceiling (becausd of course he has one). Then he can look at both of your pretty faces.

He's a total biter, the vampire episode just awakened it in him.

Pin him to the wall; it doesn't matter if you're way shorter than him. He will quite literally drop to his knees in front of you if you do so.

The few times he does top he's still so submissive. Seeks out praise so much.

The ONLY way to get him to take a dominant role is to bruise his ego, which takes quite a bit of effort.

Tom

Has one of those clear pocket pussies. No idea how else to describe it. It's clear and you can see his weenie through it.

He likes to masturbate in the shower. He says it makes clean-up quicker, but in reality, it's just because the water usually drowns out his moans.

Also a fan of fantasy toys, though he's mostly interested in having those absurd dildos. Too big for any sane person to use bc he's a size king and he loves the stretch. Has more than enough dildos that it's considered illegal in Texas.

Tom's a growler and does enjoy the occasional primal play.

Masturbates in the hoodie and would not complain if you did too.

Mutual masturbation, he is so weak for it. He'd probably use a double ended dildo just for funsies. It's a bonding experience.

Chaotic switch. Does not care who is getting stuffed. In fact, he really loves it if his partner would switch mid-sex. He's much more pliant if you do so.

He loves bondage on his partner but does not allow himself to be tied up. It's a trigger for him and that's not going to be fun for anyone.

Also, a drooler as he gets closer to cumming. It doesn't matter if he's topping or bottoming, there will be drool, and it will be messy.

Tord

Has a "just the tip" fantasy. He thinks he's improved every time, but, like- it takes 3 minutes of him just thrusting the head in before he's going absolutely rabid, wanting to fuck you deeper. He likes edging himself using his partner's hole.

Does not want to stop until either one of you is so overstimulated and fuckdrunk.

Will steal your underwear. He's fucking NASTY and uses it to jerk it. He might just wash them before returning them. Emphasis on might: he's nasty and probably gets off to the fact that he's come in your clothing multiple times.

I feel like he would have a fantasy where you call him "onni-chan"

Will buy you sex toys, but most of the time they're just tentacles. If you let him though, he'd love to make you one of his own. Don't give him that power. He'll make a secret remote to use anytime he's bored.

Will nut the second you come out in cosplay, or just dress up vaguely like one of those anime girls. It doesn't matter your gender; he goes nuts for miniskirts and thigh highs.

Secretly into being dominated. Put him in his place. Please? He wants it so bad but he won't admit it.

[littlegodzilla]

Well... you know... I have this stupid habit or kink or whatever you want call this to write about character that anyone knows or anyone wants to write or read so... sorry (no, not really)

Here I come this time with a special guy... well all of them are really special but... well I'm here this time with Kirby, another Norman's character with a weird personality, awkward past and troubled present, he is from Cigarettes Burns film from 2006, I'm not going to write the whole plot just in case you want to see the movie, just little references.

Anyways, I hope you'll like it.

Enjoy!!

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Movies.

Kirby x Reader.

One shot.

Warnings: Fuff. Drugs mentions. Unresolved romantic tension.

Words: 6000.

Summary: Kirby is a lost guy and you just want to help him.

N/A: thanks @normanthatisall for helping me with the gifs.

Taglist: @green-eyedladywrites @minervadashwood @livingdeadblondequeen

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"You can't keep coming over." You tell him looking around nervously.

"I'm sorry..." The young blond whispers, his gaze glued to his feet.

You can't blame him, especially since you were the first one to start this.

Flash back

Kirby always sat outside your family's movie theater, though you didn't know his name at the time, huddled on the sidewalk, displaying an old carton asking for money to leave so he could eat. Not many people paid attention and most of the time, Kirby left there with nothing. Other times, it was your own father who dragged him out of there in a bad way. He didn't want him to stay there asking for money, he gave a bad image to the cinema, to the family business, he always told you or Timpson to throw him out as soon as you saw him. But you didn't have the courage to do that.

He wasn't much older than you, that he was begging on the street shocked and saddened you, you were sure there was some explanation, but for someone so young not to have a job, was something you couldn't understand.

Your father wasn't always at the movies, since you took over the family business he spent more time away, which didn't mean that sometimes he wasn't there to tell you how you should do a job you knew since you were a baby, you took advantage of those days when it was just Tim and you to watch the young man on the street, with that old sweater, gnawed by the years, torn and frayed jeans and battered sneakers.

"Here." You said to him one day, taking a hot dog from inside the movie theater.

He raised his head and you were transfixed by the intensity of the blue in his eyes. He looked nervous and hesitant, but he reached up and took the food you offered him.

"Thank you..." He whispered with a thread of a voice.

"Nothing..." Was all you were able to say and you went back inside the movie theater feeling strange.

"Your dad is going to kill you if he finds out you did that." Tim said to you and you shot him a hard look.

"You're not going to tell him anything, and let's get to work." You ordered him with a stern tone and the man didn't insist.

After that day, when your father wasn't around, you repeated the same action, whenever you saw that no one was paying attention to him, you left the cinema with some food for him, it wasn't much, but you were happy to know that at least, his stomach would be full for a few hours.

That day the city woke up with the sky covered with black clouds, thunder and lightning could be seen in the distance and the wind began to pick up intensity. People were running back and forth in the streets, fighting against the rain that began to fall, trying to protect themselves with their umbrellas. You looked outside to find Kirby still standing in the same spot as always, it's the same corner, cowering in on himself, getting soaked. You hesitated for a few seconds before coming to his aid, you placed your umbrella over his head, startling him, his gaze locked on you like that other time and you swallowed hard.

"It's starting to rain and it's going to get worse soon... Don't you have anywhere else to go?" You asked him with some anguish.

"I'm sorry..." He said like last time. You saw that he made a point of grabbing his things and leaving, but you weren't sure if he had answered your question.

"I-if you have nowhere to go, then come inside..." You invited him. "At least you won't get wet, I wouldn't want you to catch pneumonia..." You kept talking smiling nervously, but sweetly. He stared at you.

"I can't afford the entrance fee..."

Well, you had to admit he had a nice voice, kind of raspy and muffled, but you were sure it was because he wasn't using it much lately, or he was sleeping somewhere he wasn't really resting. He scratched his neck, nervously, looking at his feet, the time he looked at you, it wasn't too long, it was never too long. You smiled sadly and shrugged.

"It's okay, you can stay in the hall, it's warmer than out here anyway."

"I can't afford the food the other day either..."

"That's not why I did it..." You defended yourself feeling your heart break a little at the weakness in her voice. "Come on in, or we'll both end up getting sick in the end." You proposed again and were walking into the movie theater shortly after.

You saw him hesitate, lingering at the door, thinking about what he should do, but finally he entered the hall walking slowly, looking around, still lost because he didn't know why you were helping him. Neither did you, to be honest.

"You can sit there." You pointed to some armchairs that people were using to wait for the movie session to start. "Are you hungry?" You wanted to know, but he shook his head.

"I'm fine..." He mumbled sitting down in one of the armchairs.

"Well..." You introduced yourself by stretching out your hand towards him.

"Kirby." He replied squeezing your fingers gently then letting go of your hand and continuing to sit there.

You walked away to get on with your work, despite the rain, you had several sessions planned that afternoon-evening and people had already bought their tickets so you had to get everything ready for when they arrived. Timpson shook his head as he saw Kirby in one of the armchairs.

"You're going to get us in trouble." He said to you.

"You don't know that." You looked at him defiantly. "If you don't tell him anything..."

"Your father's smarter than that, and you know it." He growled. "If he kicks us out..."

"That's not going to happen, Tim, calm down." You shook your head. "Go on, go set up the projectors, people won't be long in coming."

The man seemed to hesitate, but finally and mumbling, he walked away going up to the second floor of the building where the rooms with the various projectors that go directly with the movie theaters are located. Kirby watched you out of the corner of his eye.

"I'm sorry..." He said once again, it must have been the only thing he knew how to say.

"Don't worry, Tim loves this job, he's a cinephile."

"I see... you guys have some good stuff here..." He muttered scratching his neck. "Not just commercial stuff, also stuff people don't usually know about." His words surprised you.

"Do you even know about movies?" You asked him and he shrugged.

He started talking, every new piece of information he gave you, the more you were surprised, having you leaning against the counter, looking in his direction smiling with curiosity and surprise. Even Tim who passed by stayed to listen to what the young man had to say, filled with curiosity and new references.

Nevertheless you trusted him too quickly, and when you returned from a final session, you found the cash register open and Kirby had disappeared.

Your heart fluttered and broke a little.

He never showed up at the theater door again.

End Flash Back

At least not until now. You didn't report the theft, you didn't let your father know what happened either, you covered the cash mismatch in the day's bills as best you could, you pocketed it out of your own pocket, and you even avoided giving that information to Tim so he wouldn't get mad at you. But after several weeks, Kirby is back in front of you, again he looks lost, your heart flutters once more.

"If he wasn't cute, you wouldn't even bother to help him." Tim's voice comes into your head.

That's not true, you may have been captivated by Kirby's eyes when you offered him some food the first time, but you would have done it for anyone, you were just trying to be nice to someone you thought was close to your age and you couldn't figure out why he was on the street.

Or at least that's what you'd like to think.

"You stole from me." You tell him looking at him with a frown. "I wanted to help you and when I got away, you..."

"I know..." He agrees nodding his head.

"You could have asked me for it, I would have lent it to you if you had."

"I couldn't help it, I... I have a problem..." He hones in on you and you see him roll up the sleeve of his sweater revealing the marks on his arm. "I need help..."

You didn't expect that, but it also makes sense, an addiction problem kept him on the street, unable to get a job, devoured by his need, begging for another fix. What can you do? You don't know how to help him, you've never had a problem like that near you, the easiest thing would be to help him get into a clinic, get him rehabilitated, but you doubt he has the money to afford it. You sigh rubbing your arms, people start to arrive, you have to get to work, you can't talk about this now with him.

"Come in." You ask pointing to the door of the counter. "Go to the bathroom first, wash up a bit and come with me." You explain. "Help me and then we'll talk about this." You look at him and he seems hesitant, but then nods.

His image is not the most presentable or appropriate, but he learns quickly, you ask him to prepare the popcorn bags, the soft drinks and you hand him the tickets to the people along with the food. At no time do you let him near the machine and he keeps his distance too. You don't talk, the line is long and you concentrate on work, even Tim looks surprised when he sees the two of you behind the counter.

"I'm not clear what I want to see." You overhear a group waiting their turn in line. "Nothing looks interesting."

"I don't know either, I've been looking at the Runaways movie reviews but I don't know..." Comments another one of them.

"Runaways is a pretty interesting movie." Slips Kirby, the group looks at him curiously, even you pay attention to him without stopping working. "It's independent cinema, from a small European production company, people usually underestimate those kinds of films because of their precarious budgets, but I'm sure if you give it a chance, you'll like it." He insists, they look at each other.

"And if not?" They look at him defiantly.

"If not, you'll get your money back." He says sincerely. "You have my word."

You want to protest, he's no one to promise something like that, but he's managed to get a group of ten people to buy tickets for that movie, even some in the queue have decided to try his proposal. You look at him again when the queue is over, he smiles a little, still keeping his distance from you. You fold your arms shaking your head.

"You can't do that, what if they want their money back?"

"I'll pay you back if that happens." He assures you, but you doubt he can do that. You sigh rubbing your forehead.

"Kirby..."

"Trust me." He asks you and you're about to laugh, but something in his gaze makes you hold back.

"Okay." You shrug.

None of you say anything, you remain silent for a few minutes until another group comes in ready to arrive on time for the session that has not yet started. You and Kirby bump into each other a couple of times because you're not used to using the same small space, but again you're left alone.

"Do you really think people will like the movie?" You look at him curiously, he nods.

"It's different, but I think people will like it for that very reason."

"You've never done this before?" you ask again curiously. "Maybe do newspaper columns on film, or work in a movie theater as such."

"Never." He denies. "I've never been very clear about the life I wanted so... I've been wandering from place to place." He confesses to you and that doesn't make you feel any better.

"I see... you said you're looking for help..." he nods. "I don't understand those things, I've always been a bit stupid and clumsy for that." You say sincerely and see him smile shyly. "I can't afford to pay you for treatment either, no offense but I don't trust you to keep it even if you give me your word..."

"I know, I just... I don't know, I was looking for a safe place..." He doesn't know how to explain. "You were kind to me and I still acted like I always do, but it was the first time I had regrets about it... that's why I wanted to come back..."

"It's okay, I understand that it might be hard for you... the only thing I can offer you is to work for me." You tell him looking at him out of the corner of your eye.

"Work here?" he is surprised at your proposal.

"With me, like we did today or with Tim in the projection room, he can teach you how to change the reels and use the different projectors." You comment to him and you see his gaze take on a different glow, he looks excited. "I will pay for your clothes, understands that it is not necessary to dress up, but it is necessary to have a certain image in front of the public." You explain and he nods. "There is only one rule, I will send you for a medical check-up every week, I will make sure you don't come to work stoned, if one day it happens... you will be fired." You make it clear to him, maybe it's an aggressive and forceful measure, you're not even sure if that could help with his problem, but it's the only thing you can think of.

"It's going to be hard the first few days..." He whispers looking down at his already shaking hands.

"I'm going to help you in any way I can, but it's the only thing I can offer you." You tell him holding his hands, he looks at you, but nods his head.

"Thank you."

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Without a doubt, the early days were not easy, for him or for anyone else. Kirby struggled with himself as he tried to stay sane and composed at work, you protected him from his fears and paranoia that were products of his dependency, even Tim got involved. Your father couldn't believe that you had hired someone else to help you, he thought he knew him, his face was familiar, but none of you gave him a clue as to who Kirby really was. The days went by and his anxiety and dependency lessened, from time to time he still had the occasional sporadic episode that caused him to lose control, but no longer.

A couple of years had passed since then and Kirby felt different, he knows that he will never be completely cured, that it is a disease that will always accompany him, but now he can afford a therapy at least once a week that has him more stabilized.

On the other hand, at work he has gained several admirers, everyone left the movie "Runaways" happy and somewhat excited and thanked him for the recommendation, even earning your surprise. After that, people who repeated, asked him for advice on some movies. He would spend hours talking to Tim about cult films, classic cinema and independent films that very few people knew about, you were amazed at the amount of knowledge he had about them and hurt that he had had such a hard life. You just hoped that from now on, he would have a better life.

"Good morning, guys." You greet them that morning when you arrive at the door and they are already waiting for you.

Tim and Kirby share a grunt in response, you can't help but laugh, neither of them are particularly early risers, even though you get new material to screen today, neither of them are particularly excited about it.

"Typical." Tim mumbled when you told him what you were bringing new.

"Too commercial." Kirby seconded, the two men looked at each other and you rolled your eyes.

"Oh for God's sake, get married already." You snorted walking out of the screening room, hearing them laugh behind your back.

"Someday you should let us pick the movies." Kirby says to you as you enter the cinema and helps you open the doors and windows, setting everything up.

"I don't want to turn my movie theater into a porno theater." You joke and bite back a laugh as you hear an offended gasp from both men.

"You'd be surprised how much interesting material is in some of those movies." The blue-eyed one comments.

"Oh yes, I'm sure it is."

"Seriously, maybe it's just not well focused and the actors are not very..."

"Professional?" Helps Tim.

"Yeah, but there are some very good stories taking away all the... sexual stuff."

"Are you serious?" You look at him raising an eyebrow.

"Have you never seen a porn movie before?" he answers you with another question, your cheeks turning bright red as you feel the gaze of both men on you.

"Of course I have." You defend yourself. "And knock it off, let's get to work, we have to check the reels, eliminate the glitches, prepare the projectors..." You list their tasks as you walk towards your office.

"How can she own a movie theater and have so little idea?" Kirby says making Tim laugh.

"I can still hear you!" you shout offended from your office, but you only get them laughing again.

The rest of the morning is spent by the three of you immersed in your own tasks. Even though it's material that neither of the two men particularly like, they end up finding it interesting, there are a few glitches and typos in the projection that need to be removed, Kirby and Tim love that part, collecting little failed frames of films that may someday be great stories or little cult pieces for a few appreciative people. They cut the reel, reassemble it and put it on the reel one more time to make sure that when it comes time to play everything goes correctly. Kirby saves that little piece on a slide plate to leave in storage with the others.

"When are you going to tell her?" Tim suddenly asks him.

"Tell what? Who?" he looks at him in confusion.

"You know what and who I mean." He raises both eyebrows and Kirby shifts nervously, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"I don't know, I haven't thought about it yet, it's complicated..."

"Complicated? Man, she'll understand you, she's always looked out for you, from day one. You're the luckiest bastard I've ever met."

"For that very reason, I don't want her to think I'm taking advantage of her kindness, I don't want her to think I'm truncating her work... she has enough on her father's back every day wanting to know what she does or doesn't do."

"Man...you're really crazy for her." Timpson comments and laughs loudly as he sees Kirby blush.

"I don't...she just..." He looks around fearing you might be around to hear him, when he makes sure you're not, he speaks again. "That's exactly why I can't tell her." He whispers still fearing you're around. "She's going to think I'm a fucking weirdo."

"Doesn't she already?"

"All the more reason then to be quiet."

"Whatever you say, but you've been like this for two years, I think you should start thinking things through, Kirby." He tells him tapping him on the shoulder and leaves the room to go set up the projector for the next one.

The day goes well, the afternoon and evening fills up with people ready to enjoy some time away from their day to day lives with a good movie, Kirby helps Tim get everything ready, then goes down to the hall to help you with ticket sales and refreshments from the people, some greet him as if they were lifelong friends, the small group of fans are there too, ready to be advised by him. This time his opinion is vague, after all it's not something he particularly likes, but he knows that the job needs people to go and see the films, so he makes an effort to recommend the one he thinks is most interesting, he promises them nothing but insists they go in and try to enjoy it anyway. To his surprise, he wins his own bet again.

"That's because they're in love with you and whatever you tell them, they're going to love it." You joke as you lock up and go back to the box to tally up.

"You smell that?" he says sniffing around you and you freak out. "Don't you smell the envy?"

"Idiot." You laugh punching him in the arm to push him away from you.

Kirby laughs too, turns off the popcorn machine, letting it cool down for later cleaning, picks up the hall and the hot dog machine a bit. He moves around you, back and forth, but without getting in your way, you already know each other and you know how to respect each other's space. A small smile creeps across your mouth without realizing it. You can't help it, in the time that he has been changing, you have become aware of your own feelings, the affection and concern that he is well, have turned into affection and love. Your heart leaps every time you see him, hear his voice or he is near. You don't know how he has managed it, but it always gives you goose bumps. You try to hide it as best you can, he has never shown interest towards you, of any kind, you get along well, you think you can say you are friends, but you think that above all for Kirby you are his boss. You can't help but let out a resigned sigh as you write down in your ledger what you earned that day and close the box.

"What, it went that bad?" he asks you when he hears you sigh.

"N-No." You deny and let out a chuckle. "Sorry, I was thinking about something else. It's been a great day." You smile again and he nods.

"By the way, I still don't have the appointment for next week..." He reminds you and you look thoughtful for a second.

Oh. His weekly checkup.

"No, I didn't ask you for an appointment." You shake your head putting your money in your purse.

"Why not?" he looks at you in surprise.

"Well, it's been two years since you started working, you haven't missed a single day and all your checkups have been clean, plus you go to therapy on your own once a week." You review aloud. "I think that's good enough for me." You smile again.

Kirby watches you intently, purses his lips into a line. You trust him, he can't tell you, he knows if he does, he'll lose everything you've built.

"Thank you..." He whispers.

"Well, it's time to go home then." You gather everything up and grab your keys.

"Yeah, I'm going to check that everything is locked up and I'll be right out." He tells you stepping out from the counter behind you.

"Okay, will you lock up the front door?" you ask him and he nods.

"Don't worry, take a rest." He says goodbye to you.

"Rest up, Kirby." You reply and walk out of the theater hearing him close the doors behind you.

Again you have that smile on your mouth that you don't know how to hide. Alone, you can allow yourself to fantasize about your own feelings, absorb those moments and imagine what could happen if only you had the courage to confess. Your cheeks burn and you laugh again as you let your mind wander. In your mind you remember every move Kirby has made throughout the day, put like that it sounds creepy, but he is a tremendously expressive man with his body, the movement of his hands, his eyebrows, even how his pupils dilate when he is excited or bored, his whole body twitches with every word that comes out of his mouth, and you have learned to pick up on every new gesture he makes.

"You're obsessed..." You scold yourself by glancing in the car mirror before you start up. You gesture to leave your purse on the seat when you realize you don't have it with you. You've grabbed your keys, but the purse you've left on your counter. "Shit." You protest getting out of the car to go back to the cinema.

When you get there you turn off the alarm with the button on your keys, it doesn't beep, which means it's not on. You frown, it's not normal, it's always on, you do it when you leave and Kirby was the last to leave. You doubt that the blond has forgotten to activate it. You try not to give it importance, if it was an oversight you will tell him tomorrow as an anecdote, you don't want to scold him for something that happened once. You open and close the door behind you, the corridors of the building are dark, a sign that no one is there anymore, the smell of popcorn and hot dogs still rock the place, you smile walking quickly to the counter and there is your bag. You sigh with relief, your heart shrinks for a second and you unconsciously check its contents. Everything is intact and you feel stupid for what you just did.

"You're a suspicious fool ." You reproach yourself.

You put your bag on your shoulder ready to leave when you hear noise along the corridor. You stand still, almost holding your breath, again you hear something down the hallway leading to the basement of the movie theater, there is just a bunch of old boxes piled up there, Kirby and Tim's little haven where they keep their collection and old reels that they sometimes see when no one else goes to the movies or it's an inventory day and the doors are closed to the public. Maybe it's some animal in the alley next door and the sound bounces around inside the building.

You remember then that the door was unalarmed and that puts you on alert. What if someone has broken in? Why? And why in the basement? There is nothing there, maybe the thieves don't know and that's why they have gone there, maybe they are looking for something valuable besides money. With your legs shaking and your heart racing, you look around for some weapon to defend yourself with, clutching your purse against you, you grab the stapler on the counter and walk slowly down the hallway ready to surprise whoever has gone in there.

"Holly shit!" you two shout at the same time. "You scared the fuck out of me!" You hear his male voice.

"Kirby?" You turn on the hallway light discovering the man in front of you, armed with an old reel in his hands, he's wearing a somewhat leaky short sleeved t-shirt, his boxers and socks.

Wait... His boxers?

You look back at the man discovering his semi nudity and cover your face with both hands turning around, he also seems to realize his situation and uses the coil to cover his crotch.

"Wh-what are you doing...?" You start to ask. "No, I don't want to know, God if you use that basement to bring you some friend, I don't want to know." You instantly refuse.

"What? No! It's not that!" He corrects you right away. "Shit, I didn't want you to find out like this..."

"Find out?" You dare to look at him finally.

Kirby looks at you regretfully, you're not sure what you have to forgive him for, but he wanders off down the hallway and you quickly follow him. When you reach the basement, you discover his secret.

"God, Kirby..." You gasp. The room is exactly that, a room, the bookshelves are tidy and full of old papers and movies, the desk that was there is gone, there is a small blow-up bed in the middle, a small table with the remains of a hot dog, hence why you still smell the hall as such, a soda, and the blond's clothes on a chair as a hanger. "Are-are you living here?" you deduce, looking at him incredulously.

"Yes... please don't be angry, I know it's crazy, but I swear I haven't touched anything."

"But... in the morning you're always out waiting..." You try to understand, ignoring his comment, he lowers his head.

"I always get up earlier, I go to Timpson's house to take a shower and we come to work together..."

"And-And why don't you live with him?" Maybe it's a stupid question, but they're friends at the end.

"Because he's a weird as fuck guy, have you seen his house?" He snorts and you can't help but laugh.

"You could have asked me for help, I would have helped you look for an apartment or decorate this a bit or... I don't know, you could have come to my place for a few days until you found something..." You mumble that last feeling your cheeks burn.

"I didn't..." He chews his lip several times. "You've done enough for me, I didn't want to cause you any more trouble."

"No, you preferred to scare me to death." You joke giving him a gentle tap on the shoulder.

"Me? Who was sneaking around in the dark?"

"I thought someone had come in, I was being sneaky!"

"Stealthy, my balls, you could hear yourself breathing in the distance." He jokes and you laugh.

"Shut up." But you can't control a giggle. "Anyway, you could have told me, I would have understood." You shrug. "But now that I know I can't let you stay, it's damp in here, it's cold, that mattress is deflating and your clothes are begging for a washing machine." You explain. "Get your things, you're coming with me."

"What, no need, really, it's not that cold, the mattress is fine..."

"Kirby, I'm your boss, get your stuff and come with me." You speak a little more authoritative, but smile. "I'll wait for you in the hall."

"Okay..."

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The silence takes over the car on the way to your house, Kirby is nervous, he doesn't know where to look, you are trembling, your heart is beating very fast and you are afraid that he might hear it. You park in front of your house, you both get out of the car and open the front door for him, letting him go in first.

"Why don't you use the money from work to look for an apartment?" you dare to ask as you lock up behind you and point to your living room.

"I tried, but no one wants to rent something to someone with such a short term contract and with my past, let alone grant a bank loan." He explains to you, his eyes riveted on a cat that has been disturbed from its sleep, but he doesn't move from the couch.

"Oh... Why are you telling them that?"

"It's part of my rehab, I have to say..." He shrugs and brings his hand up to your cat's nose.

"I see... you can stay here as long as you need, the house is big enough for all of us." You shrug watching him scratch your cat's chin, who purrs at the attentions. "Leave me those clothes, I'll wash them so you can put them on tomorrow and I'll show you the room." You propose going to the kitchen to put the washing machine on.

Kirby follows you looking at your whole house with curiosity, it is quite spacious, two floors, with large living room and kitchen, a backyard, he didn't expect you to live in an apartment of twenty square meters, but he has to admit he is surprised. For a second he wonders if you won't feel lonely living in such a big place.

"Thank you." He tells you, leaving his clothes for you to wash. "I'm not going to be able to pay back everything you're doing for me."

"You don't have to pay me back, Kirby, we're friends." You shrug and smile.

He watches you leave the kitchen, motioning for you to follow him, you go talking about something, possibly explaining where things are, his room, the bathroom, but he doesn't pay attention, his mind immersed in you.

You are friends.

You are, Kirby appreciates your friendship, that you care for him, the second chance you've given him despite everything, but it's not enough, what he feels for you is bigger than just friendship and now it's tearing him up inside, he wonders what it would be like to be able to tell you how he really feels, to touch you and kiss you, he wonders why he's not able to say it quietly. To Tim it's always been a no-brainer, but you two have never said anything.

"This is your room." You say turning on the light in one of the spare rooms. "It has a toilet with a shower, so you can use it whenever you want. I'll get some sheets and we'll make up the bed in a moment." You tell him ready to get out of there again.

"Wait." He grabs your wrist, you stand in your path, watching him intently, feeling your pulse quicken again.

"Kirby?" You look at him dubiously, he moves a little closer to you, his fingers tangling in your hair as they tuck it behind your ear.

"We're friends..." He repeats your words, you nod, he moves a little closer. "I know it's going to change things, but I need to tell you..." His fingers still tangled in your hair grip the back of your neck, your body is trapped between his and the wall, you stop breathing the second you feel his nose brush against your cheek. "I like you..." He whispers and his lips brush yours leaving a kiss so faint it makes you tremble.

Your knees falter, his hand closes firmly on the back of your neck and his mouth catches your lips, you close your eyes and groan in your head, feeling your eyes roll under your eyelids.

"Hey... are you there?" his voice brings you back to reality, Kirby is still holding your wrist, but he hasn't moved an inch, your mind has imagined it all.

"I-I'm sorry, what were you saying?" you stammer as you come out of your stupor.

"That you don't need to make my bed, tell me where the sheets are and I'll take care of it." He assures you and then releases you.

You have to admit that the reality is much more disappointing than you expected. You sigh and smile nodding your head, you feel your heart tremble and your eyes water.

"Yeah, sure, I'll be right back." You whisper with a thread of a voice. In the middle of the hallway, in the closet, you pull out a clean set of sheets and also towels in case he wants to take a shower. "Here." You offer. "Do you want some dinner?"

"No, I already had dinner at the theather" He confesses and you smile.

"Good night, Kirby."

"Good night." He says goodbye and you close the bedroom door to give him privacy.

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You can't sleep, so you sit in one of the chairs in your kitchen, contemplating your washing machine program that is about to finish. You remembered when you were tucked up in bed that you had left it running, and taking advantage of your insomnia you come downstairs to take care of it.

You sigh, resting a hand on your cheek. Why do you feel so down? What did you expect to happen? Your mind has played a trick on you and you almost caused an awkward situation, you're glad you didn't say anything stupid or let any inappropriate moans slip out. You rub your forehead as the washing machine beeps ending the program.

"Are you still awake?" Kirby's voice behind you startles you, jumping up and you turn to look at him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

"Yeah, no... I'm not used to someone else being home, sorry." You shake your head and put his clothes in the dryer. "I'm getting your clothes ready for tomorrow."

Kirby nods but doesn't move from the door frame, watching you silently, you're wearing your hair in a tousled ponytail, your summer pajamas, a tank top and shorts, Kirby is sure he's never seen so much skin uncovered and his hands want to touch. He turns away from the door and walks towards you, you look tired, worried about something and even sad, that worries him, he doesn't want to see you mortified. His hand comes to rest on your neck without permission, you tense but his fingers begin to massage the base of your neck.

"What are you doing?" You ask him in surprise.

"You're tense and weird." He tells you truthfully. "Is something bothering you, do you want to talk about it?" He offers and you tremble under his hands.

"It's nothing, just..." You sigh trying to think of what you want to say. "I think I'm getting my hopes up for something that doesn't exist." You shrug.

"Getting your hopes up? Is there a problem with the cinema?" he asks you worriedly.

"No, no, it's nothing like that."

"Oh." He goes quiet suddenly wanting to understand what's wrong with you. "Have you met someone?" you tense up and his hands stop at your neck. "If I'm making you uncomfortable..."

"No, Kirby, not at all..." You get up from your chair to look at him. "Yes, I've met someone, but I know there's nothing to do..."

"Why?" he looks at you in surprise.

"Because you don't even listen to me..." You confess to him looking at your hands.

"Then he's an idiot because... wait, me?" he falls silent realizing what you've said.

You nod your head, you look at him sideways feeling your cheeks are burning, Kirby looks nervous too, he moves a little closer to you and his knuckles caress your cheek.

"That I don't even pay attention to you? Then it's just that you don't pay much attention to me." He jokes. "I'm after you all day long, keeping an eye on you." He laughs softly and brushes his forehead against yours.

"Then neither of us are very smart." You laugh too, letting yourself be touched by his hands, caress his wrist and kiss the palm of his hand.

"Can I do something I've been wanting to do for a long time?" he asks you and you swallow.

"Make it for real this time..." You whisper.

"What?" he asks amused.

"It's just... it's not the first time I've imagined this situation..." You admit and he chuckles.

"Kinky." He jokes.

You can't respond, he leans towards you and kisses you, this time it's a real kiss, his lips against yours, you sigh and wrap your arms around his neck, responding to his kiss, feeling your heart racing, happy that this is finally happening.

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The End

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Hope you liked it!!

See you in the next stories!

[volya-horisvit]

(writing 11th chapter currently)

I love my style of writing sometimes y'all...

[tithonusramble]

all i want to do is get high and try to forget how lonely I feel

I try to be strong and independent but there’s something missing. I’ve never found it and it almost feels impossible.

so all I’m going to do is get high and try to forget how alone I am

[sweet-toofs]

i’ve never done drugs but i crave the feeling still, it’s weird.. life sucks so much that i would do literally anything to escape it rn

[alice-syndrome]

Scene: A menticide hangover swept the cult, the sick sit around a stone table as the Lamb brews Camilla tea and passes it around <3

[ezravon3]

So I decided to do this relationship chart thing again. This time with the WH:Mob!au, which belongs to @clownsuu. Like with my last relationship chart post, I'm sorry if this is bad. I decided to do two ocs this time though so this post will be longer. [And the character info will explain more about the relationships]

(Here's another pic of her to show her outfit more clearly 👇)

Oc info:

Name: Alexis [last name unknown]

Age: 19

Sexuality: AroAce

Scars: arms, sides, neck [under caller], hands, legs and back.

Tattoos: The ones on her face under her eye. And a skull with a black blooming rose coming out the right eye covering her right side.

Preferred Weapon: Blades [but does carry around handguns with silensers on them. And extra bullets]

Personally: With the exception of a certain people, she's very cold and unsympathetic. (She's just following Wally's orders and doesn't question them)

Freinds(?): Wally & co, Beatrix [her pet snake] and Eliza [baby sister].

Her relationships:

Wally: She's always respected him more then anyone else even before she even met him. Once they did meet by chance one day, he felt like she was ment to be family. But to be his family, one has to give up a part of the to him. She willingly gave him her eye.

Howdy: She's respected him from the very beginning as well. She's pretty much 'friends' with him [as close to friends as one can get with him] and likes to help him out in her free time.

Barnaby: Her relationship with him is more...neutral then anything else. She does have some respect for him but is also a tad jealous of how close he is with their boss [Wally]. He also annoys her sometimes. Not too much but still.

Sally: The two get along very well as Alexis matches her chaotic energy pretty well. The two are very good friends and [with the exeption of Howdy & Poppy] she trusts Sally the most.

Julie: She's happy to help Julie get suplies and test subjects [who are usually just random people Alexis kidnapps] and doesn't ask questions about what she does with said subjecs or suplies. [Alexis doesn't care what Julie does as long as she doesn't harm her little sister]

Frank: She doesn't interact with him often but when she does, she gets along with him well enough. She even helps him with his work sometimes.

Eddie: She gets along well with him and even made him a mechanical arm to replace the one he lost. She's actually pretty protective of him, feeling sympathy for him. She protects him when he's out on his job sometimes, like Sally does.

Poppy: She respects and cares deeply for Poppy, seeing her as a mother figure. She cares for Poppy the most out of the puppets and she sooths the poor bird when she's scared. Poppy is also the one besides Eliza, Howdy, Eddie and Sally [and Beatrix of course] that's aloud to touch her. [She reacts violently if anyone else even tries to touch her or even gets too close to her]

Beatrix: She's very attached to the black snake and vice versa so she always has the snake with her, often either on her shoulders, hanging on her arm or just sitting curled up in her pocket.

Eliza: She adores her little sister and the child is the only one she'll put above everyone else. Including herself and even Wally. She will always makes sure her sister is taken care of, even if that means going against Wally's orders.

Background: Born poor, she grew up as a begger and had no choice but to steal. Especially after her baby sister was born when she was nine. She was forced to kill for the first time when she was twelve. Her first victims were her own parents. Her abusive, drug addicted father and her selfish, entitled mother. She starved herself to be able to feed her little sister when she couldn't steal enough food for both of them.

Extra: She's currently recovering from the eating disorder she developed due to not eating properly growing up. Due to her upbringing, she also doesn't have a good option on romantic love or romantic relationships. [And if someone confessed their romantic feelings for her, she'd honestly probably just stab them]. She got her scars from several different things. Some are self influenced [sides, arms, legs] some are from small injuries made by accidents in her childhood and some are from her father's abuse. All the scars on her back and the ones on her neck are all from her 'father'. [The one on her neck is from his failed attempt to kill her via strangulation and the ones on her back are from him hitting her as she protected Eliza, who was just a baby at the time]. She removed her own eye after making a deal with Wally. She also made it clear from the start that if she joins, Eliza will have to join too and that if it came down to her chosing between them and Eliza, she will always choose Eliza. [As well as if they ever want to harm Eliza, they'd have to kill her (Alexis) first].

Oc info:

Name: Eliza [last name unknown]

Age: 10

Scars: none

Tattoos: none

Preferred weapon: none

Personality: Timid but used to the sight of violence and blood. She avoids everyone unless she's given the greenlight from her sister to be around them.

Friends(?): Wally & co, Beatrix and Alexis.

Her Relationships:

Wally: She's terrified of him and avoids him like the plague.

Howdy: She really likes and respects him. She hangs around him when he's not busy.

Barnaby: She's scared of him but also kinda intrigued by him.

Sally: She's scared of her but also kinda intrigued by her

Julie: She's scared of her and actively avoids her.

Frank: She likes him but doesn't see him much.

Eddie: She likes him and loves to hang around him.

Poppy: Like Alexis, she sees Poppy as a mother figure. She hangs around Poppy the most and mostly acts as her little assistant. She often calls Poppy 'Mama' too.

Beatrix: She loves the snake and happily plays with her as well as feed her.

Alexis: Eliza's legal garden. She adores her and really looks up to her. She also feels the safest with her. [The second 'person' she feels the safest around is Howdy, third is Poppy, last is Eddie]

Extra: Like her sister, she willingly gave her eye to join the family but her eye was removed professionally by her sister after she was given a numbing drug so she wouldn't feel any pain from it. Eliza only joined because her sister did and Alexis wasn't going to leave her all alone.

[allofroti]

Okay it’s 100% a fuck it day. I slipped and sprained my ankle/knee, bruised my ass, ate the wrong thing and now I’m nauseous, my nightlight broke, I have no painkillers-

I’m fucken donezo-

Time to lay in bed and do some high flyin. See y’all when I touch back down <3

[gummybugg]

Incorrect Quotes Tag!🚫

I think I was tagged by @mysticstarlightduck here and @rickie-the-storyteller here oh so long ago!

Here's the link to the quote generator:

I’m using my Crater City characters for this one! You can find out a bit more about them here!

By the looks of it, some of these could plausibly be canon ehehehe

Warnings in the tags!

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*talking on the phone* Blair: Remember how I said that Elijah and I were gonna have a calm night out for once? Rose: Yeah… Blair: Well, we’re in jail. Rose: hangs up

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Blair: Guess what? Rose: What? Blair: No, you have to guess. Rose, thinking: I don’t know. Blair: Elijah is in the hospital. Rose: Why would you make me guess that?! Rose: What happened?!

(Coincidentally, Elijah really does get rushed to the hospital in the story😔).

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Rose: So, Blair and Elijah. Rose: According to this, you two are being accused of: Armed Robbery, Vandalism, Drug Abuse, Grand Theft Auto… Blair: We had a bad day. Rose: And… MURDER?! Elijah: It was a pretty bad day…

(The only crime either of them haven't committed on this list is technically drug abuse, but even then that's sketch. Yes, I have a doc dedicated to their numerous crimes)

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Blair: Do you care if I take the skin off this Furby? Blair: I want to make him a god. Once he is free of his sinful flesh, he can begin a path towards enlightenment. He will take care of us. Blair: I also want to softhack his circuits. Elijah: I literally could not care less but never say anything as frightening as that ever again.

(They stole the furby from Rose, an avid collector of antiques. Elijah ends up helping Blair hack his furby because they're both computer nerds and think it'd be funny to prank her)

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Rose: Goddamn it, the printer broke while printing out Blair's birthday invitations. Elijah: Well, what are they supposed to say? Rose: "Blair's birthday" Elijah: So, what do they say instead? Rose: "Blair's bi" Elijah: Works out either way.

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Rose, to Blair: If you see Elijah, give him this message *makes a neutral face*  Rose: He'll know what it means.  *later*  Blair: oh, and Rose said to give you a message.  Blair: *makes a neutral face*  Elijah: Oh no. The neutral face of displeasure. 

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Frasier: I keep a picture of all of us in my wallet. Whenever I face difficulties, I take it out and stare at the picture.  Blair, Elijah, and Rose: Awwww-  Frasier: And I tell myself "If I can deal with these idiots, then I can deal with anything."  Blair, Elijah, and Rose: Oh. 

(Frasier got that father/older brother bond with his sister Rose + her friends :')

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Rose: Pose as a team because SHIT JUST GOT REAL!

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Darcy: I could kill you if I wanted. Blair: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.

(Ranked #1 on Top 10 Best Moments Before Tragic Anime Death)

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Darcy: Go big or go home! Frasier: Please, for once in your life just go home. I'm begging you. Go. Home. Darcy: I'm going big!

(He did not go home. In fact, Darcy went on to lead one of the most notorious cities in Neo-civilization)

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Darcy: How are we supposed to put a tracker the size of a penny on Blair without him noticing? Melony: Hey, Blair, I bet you 5 bucks that you can't swallow this penny. Blair: takes and swallows tracker Pay up, loser. Darcy: ...

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Frasier: Darcy gave me a get better soon card. Melony: That's sweet! Frasier: I wasn't sick, he just thinks I can do better.

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Darcy: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like Frasier a little bit. Melony, holding Darcy's notepad: You doodled your wedding invitation. Darcy: No, that's our joint tombstone. Melony: My mistake.

(Let's just say Darcy and Frasier have their hypothetical facebook status set to "complicated")

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Bonus-ish Content: an AU where everyone gets along

Blair: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute. Darcy: No, that's not how you make cookies. Elijah: FLOOR IT!! Blair: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?!? Darcy: yOU'RE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN- Blair: I'M GONNA HARNESS THE POWER OF THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES! Frasier: DO IT! Darcy: NO-

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Tagging: @charlesjosephwrites @cwritesfiction @comicgoblinart @crowandmoonwriting @writeouswriter @acertainmoshke @abalonetea & anyone who wants to try this tag out. Very fun :')

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