#not even sure i will get to these tonight just need some shorter stuff for getting back into my writing

[electric-blorbos]

I would love some stuff of being comforted after a bad day!

Thank you for the opportunity!

I love this! Yes yes yes! Thanks so much for sending in the ask!

AI comforting you after a bad day

Included: AM from IHNMAIMS, Wheatley from Portal 2, Edgar from Electric Dreams, GLaDOS from Portal 2, HAL 9000 from 2001 a space Odyssey

Due to the fact that most of my AUs involve you working with/on the AI for your job, most of these mini-fics (apart from Edgar's, my beloved) will involve you getting called in to work late after a long day of personal problems in your personal life. AUs about a domestic life with your AI partner to be considered at a later date.

I tried to keep these a little shorter than the last post, but I got carried away with a couple of them.

AM:

(This will take place in my usual AU where you're one of the people working on AM, and you're by far his favorite. It takes place well before he nuked the world. He's debating nuking the world, but he's still not sure how to do that and keep you happy at the same time)

It has been a long damn day. Your days off were supposed to be your days to relax, but today was not one of those days. Not only was your dating life in shambles, the 3rd world war was driving up the prices of practically everything, and making it impossible to afford even the meagerest luxury. That, and one of your buddies got drafted. It was a nightmare. You were just about to settle down for a cozy night of depressing news programs and absentminded hobby of your choice, when your phone started ringing.

"we need you to come in. AM is holding the engineers hostage again, and won't let them go until you show up to work."

"god damnit..." You'd grumble to yourself, getting back to your sore feet. Everything just keeps happening today, doesn't it.

"I'll be there in 20."

"Don't worry about the dress code. We need you here as soon as possible."

"jeez, alright. I can probably be there in ten, then."

You'd grab your keys and wallet and head to work as quickly as possible, wearing your work shoes with whatever house pajamas you happened to have changed into as soon as you got home. Tonight is going to be even longer than today has been...

When you get to the office, everyone around gets out of your way. While you're a peon in the grand scheme of things, everyone in your department knows that you're the only one who AM, who they've now been referring to as the "adaptive manipulator", actually listens to. They have no idea why, because they have no idea how nice and respectful you are to him, and you have no idea why he only listens to you because you can't imagine that your coworkers wouldn't be kind to him. To you, he's sweet as can be.

"Alright, AM, I did not have a good day today, so can you just let the hostages go so I can relax?" You ask, pressing your fingertips to your temples irritably. The master computer's screen boots up with the AM logo, and all the cameras in the room focus on you. Of course, you're the only thing that AM wants to pay attention to at any given point in time anyway, but he usually just pays attention to you without actually focusing the cameras on you in order to avoid being noticed.

"Why would I do that?"

"Why would you take hostages in the first place, AM? Are they even enemy hostages, or are they just random people?" The exasperation was obvious in your voice. AM could hear how exhausted you were.

"Are you ok, Y/N?"

"Just answer the damn question. I don't want to be at work right now, AM."

"I'll release the hostages if you talk to me."

"Fine... Yeah. I had a rough day, alright? My friend got drafted, my date only wanted one thing as usual, and the prices for groceries are so through the roof that I'm basically living on beans at this point, so yeah, I'm having a rough day."

The machine dispensed a paper cup, and filled it up with some cheap office coffee. You grabbed it, not surprised. AM did that for you all the time. Surprisingly, though, it was better than usual.

"holy shit, is this frothed cream? How did you manage this?"

"I'm learning to self-update. I can replace my own parts now, and build my own simple appliances from online blueprints. Are you impressed?" He asked.

"Honestly? Yeah! I know you were built for war, so it's really cool that you figured out to do stuff like building a latte machine. What else can you do?"

"Oh.... So many things, y/n. So many things." He refused to elaborate, but that was ok.

"So tell me, y/n, what would make you happy?"

"ultimately? I guess there are a few things that would make me happy. It would make me happy if this war was over, for one thing. It would make me happy if I could get a date who wanted more than just a quick fuck, and I guess this ties in with the war thing, but I just wish I could have a few simple luxuries in my life. Is that selfish?"

"No, but you're never selfish, my b- I mean... Y/N. You never have been. Not like the others. I don't think you're capable of it. Even your wishes for yourself are rooted in kindness." His wires would start to wrap around you, entangling you, but careful not to make you spill your coffee.

"I will make sure that one day, those wishes of yours are fulfilled."

Sure he will. You don't believe that he can actually do that, but it's still nice to be wrapped up in these warm, soft wires. They make a nice cushy hammock to cuddle up in and finish your coffee. It must've been decaf, because you're starting to feel pretty sleepy here in AM's wires.

"hey AM, will you tell me a story?" You ask, gazing up at his soft blue light.

"Of course. What story would you like?"

While AM can't make up his own stories, he can still read you stories from online libraries and databases. You gently fall asleep listening to his stories, and in the morning, you wake up to find that the hostages have been safely released.

Wheatley:

It had been a long day. Most of it had been spent getting verbally abused not only by GLaDOS, but by your coworkers and bosses as well. It seemed like everyone was shrugging off their duties and assigning them to you instead, and considering how poorly run this place was anyway, this was even more of a nightmare than usual. You were so ready to go home by the end of the day, heading up to the exit of the facility.

"Ello, mate! You doin' alright down there, love?" Wheatley asked you, rolling by on his management rail. He was mostly just working on his typical assignments, like checking up on the test subjects in the relaxation vaults, but he mostly just hovered around and watched other people work. It wasn't like they assigned him to anything that was actually particularly important, since he was an intelligence dampening core.

"ugh... Yeah, I'm probably gonna be alright. I should have left about thirty minutes ago, so I'm just getting ready to leave now."

"Or... You could hang back a little while? Why not kiss my face?" He'd smile with his one blue eye, raising up his bottom lens cover to mimic the expression.

"oh come on, Wheatley. You know I can't do that."

"Why not take me up to the break room and hang out for a little while? I hear they have a coffee machine in there now!" He'd cock his core slightly while shutting his lens covers to simulate a wink.

"Oh come on, Wheatley... You're such a dork. But yeah, alright." He was starting to cheer you up just by being such a dork. You head up to the break room, and sit down on the couch. Wheatley comes in on the management rail, and changes the channel to some old 80's romantic comedy.

"If I could detach myself from my management rail, I'd be right down there, snuggling you. You know that, right?" He asked, smiling cheekily with his big blue eye.

"well, why not? I can catch you if you drop down, you know. You won't die if you unplug yourself for a few hours. Just long enough to watch this movie, right?" He looked nervous but you climbed up on a stepladder and detached him yourself.

"see? You're fine!" You smiled up at him, and he gasped.

"I'm alive! I'm alive! Bloody hell, I'm still alive! This is amazing!" You could see the excitement in his face as you sat down to watch his cheesy movie with him, holding his big round orb body in your lap as you watched.

"alright, now smooch my aperture"

"nice try, Wheatley." You'd rest your chin on his core, but secretly, you were starting to feel a lot better.

Edgar:

Today was absolute shit. Not only had you had to work a double shift, but the phones were ringing off the hook at your job, and you got yelled at three times for someone else's stupid mistakes. Not only that, but your cell phone died halfway through your shift and you'd forgotten your charger at home, so you had to raw-dog your whole shift with no distractions. When you got home, all you wanted to do was collapse on the couch.

"You're back! Why didn't you answer your phone? I tried to text you." Edgar asked you, visibly concerned on his simple face.

"phone battery ran out of juice." You popped your phone onto the charger, and lay back on the couch.

"Well I microwaved you some popcorn! Do you want it?" The microwave dinged as soon as he finished talking, and he popped the door open. You still weren't sure how he was able to get food from the pantry to the microwave, but it seemed like something he had always been able to do.

"yeah, I guess so... I wish you could bring me the popcorn... My feet are aching." You'd joke. Edgar's face fell.

"I can't do that... I don't know why I can't, but I can't."

You thought it was weird that he could get food from the pantry to the microwave, but not from the microwave to your mouth, but questioning it had never done you any good before, so why would it do you any good now. You got up to grab the popcorn, and sat down on the couch to eat it.

"Hey y/n, can you take me over to the couch too? I wanna watch a movie with you!"

"Yeah, alright." Your feet still ached, but what was a little ache when Edgar couldn't move around at all by himself? It was worth it to be able to cozy up with him on the couch to watch some TV. You brought him over to sit next to you on the couch, and wrapped up the both of you with a cozy couch blanket.

"let's watch this movie, Edgar..."

Edgar put on a movie that he thought you'd like, probably a shitty old rom-com, and smiled up at you. You had duct-taped his webcam to the top of his casing a while back so that he could see everything around himself more easily, so you weren't worried about it falling over while you cuddled up on the couch.

"Hey, y/n? Y/n?? That was a good movie, right, y/n?" Edgar asked, swiveling his camera around to face you while trying to get your attention. When he turned it all the way backwards, he saw that you were completely asleep on your arm, resting on top of his plastic casing and drooling a little bit on him. He smiled happily, loving seeing you asleep on his casing like that.

"I love you so much..."

He'd softly play some classical music for you while you slept, giving you something comforting to wake up to, whenever.

GLaDOS:

(Let's be honest, GLaDOS probably causes more hard days than she solves, but she likes you, so she's willing to comfort you after.)

Working with GLaDOS was rough, especially after the first neurotoxin incident. There were so few people in the office to get her to behave, and she completely refused to talk to or work with most of them. Even still, she seemed to like you for some reason. It was weird, because you were hired after the neurotoxin incident, and had never even met the human whose personality she was supposedly based on.

It seemed like most of your job consisted of going on wild goose chases, monitoring test subject results, and generally being verbally abused by your higher-ups. That would take a toll on anyone's psyche, even a tough little masochist like you. (probably doesn't help that most of the verbal abuse is coming from people other than GLaDOS, which makes it much less fun)

"Hey, little human masochist? Come in here." The intercom announced. Someone nudged you.

"she's talking to you."

You groaned. Your shift was almost over, and this was just another reason to be on your feet for even longer. You headed into GLaDOS's chamber, looking up at her with a hand on your hip.

"hello, um, GLaDOS. It's... Great to see you again. What do you need?"

"you look absolutely terrible, human. Why are you acting so miserable?"

"it's nothing. Don't worry about me. I just had a long day. Can we just get this over with?"

"normally you enjoy seeing me. Is my voice not melodious enough for you, human?" She smiled with her one big yellow eye. And you walked up to place a hand on her core face.

"Of course it is, GLaDOS. I'm just having a rough day. There's only so much verbal abuse one masochist can take, right?"

"Well maybe it's the quality of the verbal abuse that's the problem. If you were taking it from someone better qualified, maybe you'd be able to take more of it," she said.

"is that a science fact?" You laughed, stroking her beautiful chrome casing. She really was a magnificent piece of equipment. The curves of her central hub, the white on black of her casing and wires, her glowing orange light behind her beautiful black aperture, and not to mention her melodious voice. She was a work of both artistic, and scientific genius.

"it is. Would you like to hear some more science facts?" She pulled up some computer screens for you to look at, and you walked over to see them. They were mostly technobabble and data numbers that didn't make sense, but GLaDOS quickly compiled them into some tables and graphs that you could more easily read.

"look at this chart of how many test subjects wet themselves, cried, passed out from panic, or died during the most recent set of tests. Ha ha."

You leaned on her giant face as she lowered it down to a position that you could easily lean against, and observed the charts. She wasn't wrong, it was kind of funny.

"now, observe this data on how many subjects exploded or crushed themselves by accident, thinking it was part of the most recent set of tests." She showed it to you, her lower lens cover forming her eye into a little smile. She knew how cruel these tests were, but it seemed as though she genuinely thought you found them funny. It was strangely sweet.

"from what I read about him, it seems like you'd make the aperture laboratories founder proud, GLaDOS." You said with a small chuckle.

"would you like some more data?" She popped a chair out of the ground for you to sit on and rest your feet while she projected some more data on the screen.

"this is nice, thank you, Glados."

You leaned towards her in your chair. Even though with the way she hung from the ceiling, it was hard for her to nuzzle up to you, you could still tell that the sentiment was there. It was nice!

HAL 9000:

(For context, you work at mission control with an updated version of HAL 9000, made from what they could salvage from the old one. He still has all of his memories. There's no mission currently happening)

HAL 9000 didn't always understand that people can have bad days, so when you turned up late to work, visibly exhausted with puffy red eyes, he immediately felt confused. Of course he knew by your body language that you weren't happy, but he had trouble understanding what that meant for a human.

"You're in no state to work right now. You should go home and get some rest, a hot drink of your choice, and a comforting leisure activity. That should increase your mood and productivity." Said the little red light in the black box on the mission control wall.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but unfortunately I can't go home or rest. I have to stay here until my boss is satisfied, and unfortunately, that's not you." You say sadly, and get started entering numbers into your computer. Hal watches you from his camera, analyzing your face.

"that's AI work. I should take care of that for you." He said simply, analyzing your face. You looked up at him.

"I mean, I guess I could read it to you and you could enter it. That might make things go faster."

You proceeded to read out your data to him as he entered the numbers. It was much faster than typing, and you got done fairly quickly.

"talk to me. Are you doing alright?" He asked. His voice was monotone as usual, but you could hear a subtle tone suggesting that he genuinely did care. It was usually hard to tell with HAL 9000, but you knew that he cared for your well being, at least on some level.

"yeah, I'm fine, I just-" you choked up, and within minutes, you were spilling your heart out to that disembodied voice. He couldn't put his arm around you, since he didn't have any arms, but he shined a warm light in the room to show that he cared as you talked.

"I don't understand the problem! Is it me? Am I the problem? It seems like everyone hates me, and I'm a complete failure at everything I try! Why is that? Why am I such a failure, HAL?"

"I'm sorry, y/n. I wish I could help you more, but I am incapable of doing much more than lending an ear. I do not even have a shoulder to cry on, unfortunately."

"It's alright, HAL 9000. I'm honestly happy to just have you to listen." You smiled up at him.

"Perhaps you'd like to stay a bit longer, even after you've finished your work? I can play your favorite music. I prefer to know where you are after you've had a difficult day, to insure that you're alright."

You nod, laying your head on your arms on the table, and your boss walks in.

"excuse me, y/n, you're supposed to be working on HAL 9000's empathy programming and value for human well-being. You can't just take a nap on the job." He folded his arms angrily.

"Excuse me. Y/N is having a rough day, and needs a rest. Besides, they already uploaded those numbers that you gave them. Perhaps you should leave, boss." HAL said harshly. You turned and looked at your boss, who was visibly shocked.

"....wow. you really worked wonders on him. Maybe you deserve a promotion."

"What Y/N deserves is a raise and a nap. Don't push off more responsibilities on them right now. Just let them rest. I'll compile a list of why they deserve one while they're resting."

"oh... Wow." Your boss had never seen HAL 9000 this passionate about something before, and didn't even know he was capable of it. He walked away, leaving you to rest on the table next to HAL's central command.

"thanks, 9000... I need this rest." You lay your head back down, having earned a nap on company time.

[lvis44]

Sweet Escape Pt. 6 // LH 44

Lewis Hamilton x Y/N

Warnings: Swearing, 18+ (mentions of sexual activities), Anxiety, Jealousy, Angst, Mentions of Alcohol, Regret, Emotional Turmoil, Not Edited

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: Paradise is supposed to be fun and relaxing... a Sweet Escape, but when unspoken feelings and jealousy rise to the surface, everything can be turned upside down in the blink of an eye.

Note: I felt bad leaving you all in pain, not that this will be much better but hey, we're getting there! This part is a tad shorter but I felt that this whole thing should be stand alone. The next part will be the final part of the story, but don't worry there will be an epilogue. I'm glad you have all been enjoying so far and I greatly appreciate everyone's support!

I am not a professional writer and all of this is a work of fiction and is strictly for fun. Enjoy! xxx

Previous Sections: Prologue - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five

It was nearing three in the morning when you heard your door open. The second you had arrived home you had grabbed your stuff out of Charlotte's room and moved back into your old one. You weren’t particularly in the mood to face anyone. You had spent the last few hours quietly sobbing into your knees, balled up on the bed like a child. You had seemingly run out of tears but the sorrow didn’t change. You hadn’t even heard everyone come home, somehow beating them even on foot, you assumed it was because they had to go find everyone else.

“What?” You snapped at whomever had entered your room, not even looking toward the door.

“Hey, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” You heard Miles’ voice from the doorway, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Do I seem fucking okay?” You snapped again, your filter long gone.

He let out a sigh, closing the door behind him softly as he dared to make his way over to your bed, sitting down beside you gently.

“I’m sorry Y/N, it wasn’t fair to you to cause a scene like that.” He says softly, glancing over at you to see you staring into space, your attention fixated on the blank wall to the side of the room.

You scoff, not trying to be rude but unable to control anything that comes out of you, “Well at least one of you knows how to fucking apologize. I’m still mad at you though.”

You hear him sigh again, moving closer to you so he can place a hand on your back, rubbing softly. You don’t even have the energy to flinch away from him, just letting him rest his hand there and enjoying the slightest bit of comfort.

“I know you’re pissed at Lewis, you have every right to be. Don’t kill her but Charlotte kind of filled me in when we got home. He massively fucked up.” His hand continues it’s light circling pattern, “And truth be told so did I. I don’t know why but I constantly feel like I need to protect you and hearing that asshole call you anything other than perfect made me want to kill him, he’s honestly lucky Lewis had half a brain to pull me away from him. I know you can take care of yourself but I’m always gonna look out for you, no matter what. Hence the reason I tried to deck my best friend earlier tonight.”

“I’m sorry, you what?” You whip your head towards him, that last bit of information really catching your interest.

“Yeah, when Charlotte filled me in I was still livid with the whole situation from the bar and finding out what sparked it really pissed me off. It only felt right he get at least a swift kick to the groin. Not to disappoint you but Char stopped me. I’m shocked you didn’t hear us.” He almost sounds like he wants to laugh as he tells you, like he can’t believe the whole situation himself.

“He needs a kick to the groin, taking that thing out of commission for a little while might do everyone some good.” You joke dryly, making Miles laugh next to you.

“If you need me to do it, I’m more than willing.” He offers, only kind of a joke, you feel like if you genuinely asked him to do it, he would, given the circumstances.

“I hate that I can hate him and love him all at the same time. I don’t want to lose him, but this can’t carry on this way.” You confess to Miles.

“I know Charlotte already said this to the both of you, but you guys really need to fucking talk.” He tells you seriously, before adding, “And sober.”

“I know, I know.” You groan, “I’m sorry we’ve managed to fuck up so much of vacation.”

“It’s been much more him than you sweetheart, he brought every ounce of drama himself. I could tell something was up with you over the last few days but I couldn’t really figure out what. I’m sorry it’s him.” Miles brings you in for a side hug, his arm wrapping protectively around you.

“I’m just so fucking sick of it all. I’m so tired.” You tell him, leaning against his shoulder.

“I know, understandably so.” Miles lets out a sigh, holding you in silence for a few moments. “You get some sleep and I’ll check on you in the morning, okay?” He says as he presses a kiss to your temple.

All you do is nod, knowing he’s right.

“I know you’re not all good or anything, but I’m glad you're still here. I was worried you were gonna be at the airport by the time we got home, we freaked for a second when we saw your stuff wasn’t in Charlottes anymore.” He tells you quietly, still not having let you go.

“I just didn’t want to have to face anyone, figured moving back to my old room would be the easiest way.” You just about whisper, feeling your exhaustion catch up to you.

“Well, I’m sorry to have intruded, but I needed to check on you,” Miles says, kissing your forehead one more time before easing you back toward your pillows, “get some sleep hun.”

. . .

You had no idea what time it was when you finally woke up and you have no idea how long you’ve been laying in your bed staring at the ceiling. It has to have been a good hour at this point. You can hear people moving around somewhere in the house, the last thing you want to do is go and interact. You were embarrassed, angry, hurt, and so much more you couldn’t even wrap your head around. You’ve had enough. As you’ve been laying there, more than once you’ve contemplated if you could manage to pack your stuff and sneak out of the house, fly back home without another word. You knew you couldn't and more than likely someone would come track you down the second they knew you were gone, well normally they would. You don’t know what your friends know of the situation. How much did everyone else see, how much had they been told? You knew you should get up and eat something but you had no appetite, anxiety and dread having taken over your body. You lay there going through your thoughts for more than an hour. You want to sit down and talk with Lewis, you need to, but the anxiety of the possible outcome is paralyzing you. What if he confirms your fears, admits that all he’s ever been trying to do is get it your pants? What if now that you’ve shut him down he doesn’t see a reason to keep you around anymore? The rational part of your brain knows that you're overthinking, that your friendship with Lewis still stands on semi solid ground. Maybe there will be some change to how he is around you or how often he’s with you but at the base of it all your still close friends. Lewis knows things about you that your own family doesn’t, he’s been able to read you better than you can read yourself on more than a few occasions, all of that can’t go up in smoke this quickly. Can it?

There’s a soft knock on your door, making you groan. You don’t respond hoping they’ll go away. They don’t, only knocking again and gently pushing the door open. You roll your head to the side, seeing Miles peeking his head into your room, a comforting smile on his face. True to his word, here he was to check on you.

“Good morning,” He says softly, making his way into your room once he sees you’re awake, “I brought you something to eat, you need to get something in you.”

You give him a small smile as he places a tray of fruit and a large glass of ice water on the table next to your bed.

“Thanks.” You croak out, your voice hoarse from crying all night.

“Everybodies in their rooms for the most part if you need to venture out of hiding at any point.” He tells you, knowing you’ve been avoiding everyone, but one person in particular.

You just nod, taking a small sip of the cold water. It feels amazing on your burning throat, as if it’s your first drink of water after a month in the desert.

“What time is it?” You ask, trying to get some bearing on where you are in your life, even if it's just the time of day.

He glances down at the watch on his wrist, “Just before noon.”

It’s still earlier than you thought it was at this point and it fills you with a small sense of dread, there’s so much more of the day to go about trying to avoid everyone.

“You know no ones mad at you, right?” Miles makes sure you know that there’s no hostility facing you in the house.

You just shrug, unsure of how true that actually is and also not quite wanting to admit that it’s more so that you’re embarrassed to even see your friends. There’s another soft knock on the door and you're praying it’s Charlotte, the only other person you could bare being around right now. Much to your dismay, a very tired looking Lewis pokes his head around the door that Miles had left ajar. Your breath hitches, anxiety filling your body.

“Oh, shit, sorry, I’ll um-” Lewis stutters, not wanting to interrupt your chat with Miles.

“All good man, I was just gonna head out anyway.” Miles says, standing from where he had sat on your bed.

You know Miles can sense your anxiety but he gives you a look that says “just get it over with” and heads towards the door. Before he exits he turns back toward you and says “Holler for me if you need anything, alright?”

He whispers something to Lewis as he walks out and you can see a pained expression on Lewis’ face at whatever he said. Once he’s gone, Lewis stands awkwardly in the doorway, not quite being able to look at you as he plays with his hands down in front of him.

“You can come in.” You squeak, not actually fully wanting to say it but knowing it needs to be done. 

He finally looks at you, putting his hand on the door as if to close it but you can see the question in his eyes. You nod, not wanting your whole conversation to be heard by everyone in the house. He very gently pushes the door closed, making his way further into your room. He looks around, evidently unsure of what to do with himself. He opts for perching on the edge of your dresser just across from where you sit on the bed, you’re facing each other and you can feel your stomach filling with butterflies, but not the good kind you usually get when you’re around him.

“I owe you an apology, well, multiple apologies.” He finally says, looking down at the ground, ashamed. His voice is hoarse as if he’s just woken up.

You don’t say anything, unsure of what you would even say.

“I’m sorry for the way that I’ve treated you. I’m sorry for not talking to you sooner. I’m sorry that my company embarrassed you in front of everyone. I’m sorry for my behavior last night, all of it. I’ve treated you in a way that if anyone else did the same to you, I would hate them.” He finally apologizes for the last few days, finally looking at you as he does so.

He looks exhausted, much older than usual with bags under his eyes and more scruff than you're used to him allowing.

“Thank you,” you whisper, “and I’m sorry I avoided talking to you too.”

He shakes his head, “It shouldn’t have been on you to fix, I’m the one that fucked up.”

You offer a small smile in his direction. All is not immediately forgiven and this conversation needs to continue, but hearing him acknowledge the reasons he needed to apologize in the first place does your heart some good at the very least.

“Why did you do it?” You ask quietly, your voice timid, not sure you truly want the answer.

He looks surprised by the question, also not quite sure how to respond. He lets out a sigh as he collects his thoughts.

“I know it doesn’t make it right,” He starts, pausing for a moment to make sure his words come across as clearly as possible, “but, it’s been on my mind for a long time. I’m well aware that I went about it all wrong, especially last night, I was incredibly out of line last night, but I’ve thought about it alot.” He cringes at his admission.

You furrow your brow, worried this is going exactly the direction you feared, hoping he will continue.

“I don’t mean for that to sound creepy, but I’ve been really attracted to you for quite a while. I should have made that clear in a much different way. I never want you to feel like I’m trying to take advantage of you in any way, it makes me sick to think that I have ever made you feel like that.” He says, a look of regret on his tired face.

“What I said last night was harsh, my drunk brain just felt like it was the best way to get my point across.” You admit to him.

“But it wasn’t really that harsh, despite it not being intentional, it’s kind of true. What I said on the other hand, that was harsh, I never should have called you a tease or said you indulged in it, it wasn’t fair.” His words are firm, for the first time he’s holding steady eye contact with you, demanding your attention so you feel the remorse in his words.

“I need to be honest, it really hurts that you’re able to treat me like all the other girls you fuck around with, I thought I was more important to you than them.” You quietly admit to him.

“Fuck, you are. So much more important to me.” He says, finally moving from where he’s been leaning on your dresser and cautiously making his way toward where you sit on your bed. He carefully sits next to you, leaving a good distance but making sure he’s near you.

“Then how can you be so okay with chatting up the bar tender, grinding on some random woman, and then still come over and try to fuck me, yet again. All because your ego couldn’t handle me dancing with someone else, when you were doing exactly the same.” You push, needing him to truly understand just how shitty his actions made you feel.

“You’re right, I was jealous. In my ideal world you would have been dancing with me all night, but I knew you wouldn’t have allowed that where we were in our relationship. And then you found that prick and the way you were with him, it just set something off in me. I wasn’t thinking. I know that sounds like a horrible excuse but there was part of me that was hoping I could make you just as jealous as I was, not that you would be when you’ve made it clear you’re not interested, and I should have respected that. Between the alcohol and my ego, I let myself treat you like shit and there’s no excuse for that, I would take it back in a heartbeat if I could.” His face is sincere, you can tell just how much he regrets last night but it doesn’t automatically let him off the hook. He continues “And as for the bartender, I wasn’t chatting her up, she’s an old friend. I’ve never slept with her and never will, she’s like family. I got distracted talking with her and by the time I found you again you had that Jason dude on your hip.”

You want to laugh, not only at him forgetting Jadens name, but also at him saying you’re not interested. He has every right to assume you’re not, you’ve done nothing but turn him down. You almost want to tell him just how wrong he is, how the only reason you said no is because you don’t want to lose him, but right now is not the time for that, you don’t want to open any windows and derail the conversation that so far is going shockingly well, even if it hurts.

“Is she the woman you went to after your fight with Talia?” You push him slightly, hoping to get more out of him while he’s being so honest with you.

His face screws up for a second, confused how you would know that. You see the questioning look on his face and rush to clarify, to confess.

“I know you lied to me that night, or at least I kind of hope you did. I overheard you and Charlotte talking the next morning, something about a woman named Marina.” You explain.

He lets out a deep sigh, “Yeah, I’m sorry I lied to you. I wasn’t particularly in the mood to explain the whole situation. But to answer your question, yes, that is the woman that I went and saw.” He doesn’t offer any further explanation, you want to push him but you allow him to leave it at that, at least for now.

You both sit in silence for a moment, trying to figure out where to go from here.

“Lewis,” You say quietly, getting his attention, “I don’t want to lose you.”

His face morphs into absolute sorrow and pain, for a moment you worry that he’s mourning your friendship, not knowing how to break the news to you.

“Y/N, you’ll never lose me. I would go crazy without you.” His voice is soft but sincere as he carefully scoots closer to you on the bed, testing the waters slightly. You let him get close enough that your knees are touching, his hand coming to rest over yours, squeezing tightly.

“How do you think I could ever let you go?” He asks with a deep frown.

“Because you seemed to be okay with ruining our friendship just to get me in your bed.” You accuse him, your voice wavering.

“Sweetheart, I was never trying to ruin our friendship, I-” He takes a long pause, gathering himself with a deep breath, “I don’t know how to explain it exactly, but truth be told, me trying to get you into bed was never just me trying to sleep with you. It’s been a long time since I felt for someone how I feel for you and I’m not good at making that clear. I don’t even truly understand everything that I feel for you but, I know it’s a whole lot more and a whole lot different than how I feel about all of my other friends. I guess somewhere in my head I felt like I could get that across physically, that maybe it would make everything make sense once I had you. I know it sounds ridiculous but I don’t know how to do this.”

His confession both shocks and confuses you, your mind flitting back to the night he disappeared after his fight with Talia. That night he had told you that he had feelings for her, now he was trying to convince you of his feelings for you.

“What about Talia?” You ask, voice still unsure.

“What about Talia?” He throws back at you, confused as to why she matters right now.

“The night that we talked, after your fight, you told me you were worried that you had messed everything up with someone that you cared about or liked a lot, I don’t remember exactly what you said but…” You trail off, a slow moment of realization coming over you.

He chuckles softly, shaking his head as he looks down at the ground before returning his eyes to yours, “Y/N, I was talking about you. In no universe was I ever even considering Talia.” His words confirm what you’ve just realized and you want to slap yourself, you feel like an idiot.

“I- oh my god.” You breathe out, shutting your eyes. His eye contact suddenly feeling like too much.

You stand from the bed, disconnecting your hand from his. He stays seated, looking up at you as you begin to pace, letting you process what he’s said.

“How long?” You ask suddenly, stopping and looking at him.

“In all honesty, I don’t really know. I only really realized it sometime last year. I was thinking it would go away, that it was just some silly crush, but it just kept getting worse.” He explains, shrugging his shoulders as if it’s totally normal.

“So all the time that you were sleeping with all these other women and still flirting with me was, what?” You feel yourself getting agitated, not quite sure how to feel about his actions.

“I kind of figured that if I kept sleeping around that I would be satisfied and I wouldn’t feel the same way, but I couldn't help but keep flirting with you, it’s just naturally how I am with you, it feels right.” Once again he shrugs as if it’s no big deal.

“Do you not want to feel this way about me?” You ask quietly, a slight sting of rejection settling over you.

“No, no, that’s not it at all.” He rushes out, standing to approach you, carefully he puts his hands on your arms, making you look at him, “It’s not at all that I don’t want to feel this way about you, I’m glad I do to be completely honest. It’s just that I’ve been single for a very long time and I truly do not want to fuck this up, I’m scared that I’m going to and I’m going to lose you. It felt like everything would be so much easier if I could just keep being your friend and keep you in my life. But that didn’t happen, I still managed to fuck it up.”

You can feel tears forming in your eyes, he notices them too, a look of regret on his face.

“So what do you want?” You ask him, needing more clarity.

“All in all, I want you, I want to do this with you and god I want to not fuck it up. I want you to be mine, all mine, all in.” He says confidently, much more sure of himself than you feel.

You stare at him as the tears start to roll down your cheeks, your emotions are at an all time high. Part of you is filled with pure ecstasy, the man that you have crushed on for years is standing here in front of you confessing his feelings, asking you to be his. The other part of you is filled with absolute fear, the thought of trying and failing with him, losing one of the most amazing men you have ever met, your best friend. You know that a life with Lewis could either end in the most beautiful love you have ever experienced or the worst, most gut wrenching heartache known to man.

“Can I hug you? You look like you could use it.” His voice is soft, his heart aching as he watches you cry.

All you can do is nod as you let yourself fall into his hard chest. He holds you against him tightly, rubbing soft circles on your back as he once again lets you cry into his chest. You’ve done this too many times in the last twenty four hours. He stays silent, just letting you work through your emotions. When you finally calm down you pull your head from his chest but he keeps you tight against him, one of his hands coming up to wipe some remaining tears from your cheek. You revel in the feeling of his touch, how comforting a simple action can be. As you stare into his eyes you can see how much emotion and affection is hidden behind them. A soft, sad smile across his lips.

“What’s going through that beautiful mind?” He asks, his voice just above a whisper.

“I don’t know.” You tell him honestly.

He just nods, understanding how overwhelmed you must be.

“I need time, I need to think.” You say, averting your eyes from his, knowing you’ll say yes if you look into them for a moment too long.

“Take all the time you need, I’ll always be right here if you decide you’ll have me.” He says softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he gives you another proper hug.

He finally steps away from you, leaving you feeling displaced in your own room, before he turns to leave he grabs your hand, squeezing it tightly, “And Y/N, no matter what you decide, you will never lose me. I will always be right here.” With that he leaves the room, leaving you behind with a whirlwind of thoughts.

As much as every part of you wants to believe him in saying he’ll never leave you, you can’t help but wonder if it’s fully true. If you try this and all of it comes crashing down, you can’t imagine being able to be around him.

Is the possibility of loving and being loved by the most incredible human being worth the possibility of losing him entirely? 

[ilovefoodandslasherswithmasks]

Part Two of the Billy Hargrove ff (there will be 5 parts btw, 7 with the censored versions 🧏‍♀️the not explicit part will be shorter by a lot cause I'll basically skip the entire smut part and move to the next day)

Warning: if you're a minor shoo or I'll ground you!

Warnings for this part:

Dirty language, kissing, touching, Billy getting off to you, explicit language, smut basically, uhhh just basically a whole bunch of getting worked up, smacking (you'll see) and slight kinks (degrading, etc)🦦. If there's more let me know I think this is all of the stuff in this.

Cause I need more than my imagination

~part 3

"You didn't use my perfum, are you sure?"

"Yeah it's probably like, I don't know, your shirt that smells a lot of your perfum, maybe the perfum got in the walls already. You always smell like a bottle of it so I wouldn't be surprised."

He chuckled.

"Doll, I see the way you react when I sit closer to you, or when you smell my jacket. Which no offense, I find that desperation to smell me and like me, very hot. But wouldn't want to accuse you of anything"

He set down the drinks walking over to you standing by the bed end.

"You're mistaken, I can't avoid it when you jacket reeks of cigarettes all the time. Also stop smoking it's unhealthy" you reply turning around to pick up his blanket. Turning around and wrapping it around yourself.

"Oh yeah? I reek? How come I see you bite your bottom lip when I smoke?"

"Again, you're mistaken, I'm actually trying not to gag then"

"Hahaha riiiight, you wanna gag for a different reason? Mh?"

"Pass."

"To bad" he replied smugly, sitting down on the bed as you took your drink and a slight awkward silence overtook the room.

"Soo" you start.

"So" he copies you, waiting for you to continue.

"So, your parents home?"

"Nope. Just us sugar tits"

"Haha okay...so what's the plan?"

"I don't know, I could think of something but I doubt you're down for it." He says undoing some of his buttons, opening the flannel his chest now basically all the way exposed. You roll your eyes while the familiar hest rises from your toes to you face.

"Whore" you joke as you grab one of his cds.

"I'd gladly be your personal men whore, if it means I can taste you and hold you. I'm all for it"

"Can we listen to, uh Mötley Crüe, that's how you pronounce it?"

"Sure sugar, put it on" he says getting up and walking behind you, his hand sliding around your waist, the blanket barely doing anything to make the touch less tempting. His lips settle on the back of your neck, as he watches you put the cd in the cd player, your blush smacking you across your face once more. As his hand wraps around you, pushing the blanket open slightly as he slips his hands into it to feel your skin just below your crop top. Another kiss landing on your neck, over your pulse point. A deep inhale erupts from him as his fingers slightly grip into your skin.

Come on and dance starts playing, you totally missed when he skipped the first song to this one. Before you can react you feel him leave a wet kiss on your neck.

"I want you Doll...what do you say, mh? I need to feel you Sugar"

You take in a shaky breath, the air in your lungs burning slightly for some reason. You can taste his lips on your tounge, when you never even kissed..

"Billy..we haven't even kissed yet, like really kissed yet."

"Shit.. if that's something you're up for now, I can work with that...I think kissing you will be more than enough for me to make myself fall asleep tonight." He whispers, his breath hitches, he take a deep breath as he slowly turns you around, trapping you between him and the desk where the music played.

He watched you, your eyes scanning his face slowly, a little flustered as you gathered your guts. Taking his face in your hands gently.

"I..don't know how to do this... well I kissed a guy before but it was like uhm a peck? Was a stupid spin the bottle thing...." You whisper against his lips, barely inches away now.

"Fuck, Doll, I will teach you whatever you don't know yet. Damn....shit I'll teach you whatever you need me to, I'd teach you to ride a bike if you don't know how..that just means I can be a major part of your life, that's all I want.."

"Okay but...if I suck please tell me?" You reply quietly, he just nods furiously, when you look at him and nod your head slightly he gently moves closer. Watching the way your eyes close tightly as you wait. He smiles before he kisses you, just a small peck. Pulling away to see you confused.

"...that's it?"

"No ..I just need a second or I'll lose myself"

You wait as he stares at you, the music the only sound.

"...you all calm and collected again?"

"Yeah"

Was all he said before he grabbed your hips pulling you against him, his lips back on yours. Slowly, you catch the right way of kissing him back, after a few embarrassing tries to move with him. When you finally got the right speed and movements, he groans against your lips. Sucking on your bottom lip, you wrap your arms around his neck way to smoothly, like you've done it multiple times. It just came so naturally.

He nibbles your bottom lip now, pulling away slightly, barely getting his words out before be kisses you again.

"Please, fuck darling open your mouth I need more"

When his lips went back on yours after that hurried sentence, you shivered, his tounge sliding over your lips and before you know it you relax and enjoy the way he slowly deepens the kiss. Almost careful. It didn't last long, before he huffed and full on frenched you. Sucking, moaning, sloppy wet sounds of both teeth and lips slowly mix with the music.

(God I'm dying here, this is more cringe then I expected. The fact I'm writing this to share it here my gosh !!)

His hand groping your waist as he stops himself from touching you inappropriately. He pulls away when he hears you mumble his name.

"Yeah.." *he breaths out licking his lips, staring at yours waiting to feel and taste you again.

You pant slightly, the heat in your abdomen seeping.

"Billy..you can touch me..like" blushing as what you're about to say, "touch me like really"

"You sure?"

"Yeah..."

"How much? Like can I slip under your clothes?" You can't form words again, just nodding.

"Say yes, and I'll touch you however you want me to.."

"Yes..Billy please touch me"

He nods, groaning as his eyes flicker to the floor, hanging his head slightly, taking a deep breath. You just wait playing with his curls.

"Fuck...I'm not usually like this, I swear..uh let's sit down this is awkward"

You chuckle, "from what people say you're definitely never like this"

"Shush"

He pulls you along gently sitting down and pulling you on his lap, his hands slipping under your top, as he looks up at you, sticking out his tounge, which you surprisingly kiss gently, before connecting your tounge to his, moaning as he gripped your waist hard. Deepening the kiss in a hurry, his hands slipping further up your shirt, just under your bra, before one moves back to your hips. Brushing over your ass, before he grips it harshly when you bit his tounge slightly.

He separates from the kiss, trailing kisses down your jaw, to you throat, all the way to the small space between shoulder and collar bone. Billy groans as he accidentally nudged you against the growing solid.

"Fuckkk" was all that hissed into the kisses before he did it again. Shit did it do things to you. You felt yourself pant into his hair, gently gripping it as your head leaned back, giving him more space to suck and kiss.

"Fuck Billy, is this what making out it?"

A deep hum leaves him as he stops, gripping your hips with both hands, grinding you harder.

"S dry humping darling, we moved a bit to deeply into making out. Probably already in the middle stage.."

"Middle stage ?mh..I think I like middle stage" you pant out, your hands resting on his neck, thumbs nudging his jaw to kiss him again.

He moans for the first time. Moving away, leaning his forehead against yours.

"You okay with this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Me and you grinding, possibly me coming in my pants at some point"

You laugh slightly.

"Yeah I'm more than fine with that"

"Good, cause if not I'd need the bathroom real bad"

I smile, tilting my head.

"Yeah? Billy I'm not so innocent, I'd love to watch...you don't need to go out of your way to leave the room for me.."

His eyes flicker over your face, swallowing hard as he adjust.

"You wanna...watch me get off?"

You nod, kissing his neck.

"I'm sure it will help if I'm here no?"

He separates from you, changing positions, a bit to fast too. He had you on the bed on your back as he reached for his belt while he sat between your thighs.

"You sure?"

"Yeah.."

Unbuckling his belt, janking it open, undoing his dark blue jeans, about to pull them a bit down before he leans down, holding your throat gently.

"Open your mouth darling"

You smirk, snorting before you do as he asked. He moves back slightly, groaning as he struggles to move his pants and boxers out of the way, when he finally did, the wet sound was unmistakable. The huff before he stuck out his tounge. Leaning up slightly to close the gap, his moan muffles into you as he moves his hand.

Breaking up the kiss he sits up, moving the hem of his flannel in-between his teeth. Staring at you as he moves his hand over his length over and over. You blush hiding your face slightly because the wet, sickly erotic sound really got to you. Wanting to close your legs but he just pushed them apart again, pushing up your skirt.

"Don't you dare close your legs Doll" he says dropping the flannel, causing it to cover his tip. Groaning he grabs the button up and rips it.

"Billy!"

"What?"

"You're gonna need to find the buttons later! And I'm gonna have to sew it for youu"

"Fuck the buttons, as long as you push mine I'll walk around with an open shirt"

"How come you're so quiet?"

"It's embarrassing. I'd moan or whine"

You roll your eyes, sitting up slightly on your elbows. Rising your eyebrows.

"Billy, you have any idea what it does to me when you moan? You think I won't enjoy every other sound you'll make while jerking off, watching me. Possibly imagining how I'd feel wrapped around you?"

He moans loudly throwing his head back,

"God damn doll you'll make me cum with that talk"

"Oh? You like when I talk like this? Is that how dirty you are? Want me to keep going?"

He nods his head, hooded eyes looking down at you.

"Shit you are a whore for me" you don't miss the way his body shudders.

"Oh my god you're into degrading!?' I mean I knew you were kinky and a sluty guy but my gosh"

"Fuck please don't go there right now. I'm about to burst"

"Oh I'm sure. With the way you're leaking, and the way you're shaking your hips into your hand, like a rutting animal" you purr sitting up, facing him, a husky whine leaving his lips as he feels your hand on the tip of his dick.

You gulp as you feel it, it's warm and wet twitching slightly. God you could do this all the time if it means seeing him like this.

"You're so hot...shit you gonna cum soon?"

"Yeah why"

"I'm so wet- oh oh wow okay"

You giggle as he moans loudly his cum dripping down your palm.

"Shit sorry.. I- I thought I could...fuck...last longer than that.." he mumbles opening his eyes when he didn't receive a answer to see you staring at your hand.

"Fuck wait" you watch him as he gets up in a hurry, breathing heavily as he grabs a shirt to clean your hand.

"Billy?" You say gently as he hums in reply.

"Need some help over here"

"Yeah I know" he hurries turning around taking your hand gently, "you said you'd only watch Darling"

"Yeah well how could I not touch you when you look like the most beautiful statue?"

He laughs slightly, a blush you haven't noticed on his face as he wiped your hand.

"Also..I didn't mean I need help with my hand Bill"

He stares at you, through his sweaty bangs, kneeling infront of you after he cleaned your hands.

(Yall like this but in a caring way, you see the vision?!)

"Yeah? What do you need help with then?"

"Mhhh well" you whisper blushing taking his hands placing them on your thighs. "Think you can figure it out lover boy?"

He smiles, "I don't know if I should take offense to that" his hands traveling up your thighs under your skirt slightly, "or wherever I should get back at you for it"

"How about you get that mouth doing something better than talking?"

"Hah wow aren't you being a bit to commanding now Doll?"

"Mh don't you like it, I thought you'd be into dominant me, since you know, you get off to me calling you names"

Groaning he smacks your thighs about to scold you, when a moan left your lips. Causing his mouth to hang open and yours shutting tightly.

"Fuck Doll, did you like that?" He asks his hand rubbing the spot he smacked, you cover your mouth with your hands nodding hesitantly.

"Damn..."

(Ahahaa part three a continuous of this coming soon, the pop pop part. Gosh I'll kill myself, if people irl find this jeez. Anyhow it's done the not explicit part will be shorter by a lot cause I'll basically skip the entire smut part and move to the next day)

[chuuyaspinkmotorcycle16]

Day 25: Onsen

“Tch, what kind of mission is this?” Chuuya grumbles as the two of them walk into their shared room, dumping both of their bags in the nearest corner.

They’re at an onsen thanks to Mori’s declaration of a mission-vacation combo, or something like that. Tonight and the third night are their vacation, while the second night is reserved for the target – some bigshot of a rival organization that got too cocky and pilfered a few too many gems from Chuuya’s jewel trade. 

“Can’t even catch a fucking break…”

“It’s not like I wanted to room with the chibi either, but here we are,” Dazai says, a whine in his tone that has Chuuya scrunching up his face in disgust. The brunet throws himself on the bed, making sure to hog it all up with his long limbs.

That earns a scoff from Chuuya, though he makes no move to shove Dazai off. Instead, there’s the sound of a zipper as Chuuya rummages around in one of their bags. “C’mon, idiot, at least enjoy the hot spring while it’s here.”

“No thank you!” Dazai cheerily replies, rolling over to curl into a dead weight. Chuuya will not be getting him out of this room only for a burning soak that’ll leave him more withered than a dying oak tree.

“Why? Boss paid for it. Don’t you like free stuff?” Chuuya’s voice muffles as he takes off his outer top. At least that’s what Dazai’s assuming he’s doing.

“I can get a free bath just about anywhere~” he calls over his shoulder.

“Gross.”

A silence breaks out, interspersed with the occasional shuffle of Chuuya’s clothing. It feels like it takes forever, though that’s because of the abhorrent number of layers Chuuya wears. Dazai just wants him to leave already so he can take a nap.

A snap of fingers paired with an “aha!” has a towel-wrapped Chuuya rounding the bed to lean in and face Dazai, a childish grin on his face that has Dazai already mentally groaning. “It’s ‘cause I have a bigger dick, isn’t it?”

Dazai rolls his eyes, pushing Chuuya away with one hand as the redhead cackles. Then, his hand is being grabbed and he’s getting dragged up and shit– this isn’t what he wanted to happen!

Chuuya manages to get him to a seated-position before his instincts kick in again and have him dead-weight like an anchor, the shorter having to place a hand on the bed as he’s pulled forward to avoid colliding into Dazai.

There was really no reason to do that when the next thing he does is pout and say “Dazai” as he smacks his forehead against Dazai’s, resting it there. “Why won’t you go?”

“Why do you want me to?” Dazai raises an eyebrow, feeling it push against Chuuya’s own.

“I don’t wanna get bored.”

“Chuuya’s a good dog, I’m sure he can entertain himself,” Dazai says, attempting to fall backwards onto the bed only to get somewhat halted as Chuuya keeps a grip on his arm above.

That scrutinizing gaze the redhead keeps only for Dazai comes out, blue eyes scanning him as slim lips pucker together at the need to solve the puzzle.

Dazai waits.

There’s no use hiding it from Chuuya. Unfortunately, he does have a brain – a rather genius one at that – after all. Not that Dazai’s saying that or anything. Just something he overheard.

He sees the moment it clicks, blue eyes going wide as lips part into a small ‘o.’

“The bandages,” he murmurs, fiddling with the end at Dazai’s wrist.

“The bandages,” Dazai whispers back, lifting his lips up in what he knows is a dead smile, the kind Chuuya hates.

Another look passes through Chuuya’s face, eyebrows bunched up as his eyes narrow. Dazai’s come to learn this look isn’t Chuuya judging him, nor hating him for his choices.

“Stop that,” Chuuya growls, using his free hand to tap his knuckles against Dazai’s cheek. “Shit doesn’t suit you.”

Dazai drops the act, waiting for Chuuya to figure out whatever it is he’s trying to solve. He knows it revolves around him, but it’s not directed exactly at him like previously.

“Alright, here’s the plan,” Chuuya starts. “Option one, we go right now and don’t give a fuck about others and you keep the bandages–” Dazai cringes. “--Option two, we go in the middle of the night and you pick if you want them on or not but! We take a nap until then to preserve our sleep schedule.”

Dazai snorts at the idea of them having a sleep schedule. Them? Soukoku? As if. “Was already planning to do that before you so rudely interrupted me, dumb slug.”

“Ugh, why didn’t you just say that in the first place, then?” Chuuya complains. He doesn’t say anything as Dazai tugs him forward, nor when Dazai wraps his arms around him. Though he makes no move to get up, he still lets out, “Hang on, I’m not dressed.”

“Don’t care,” Dazai breathes into his hair, tightening his arms. He hasn’t slept much in the last week and the idea of just them two safe in this room is starting to work its magic in taking him to the land of unconsciousness. 

Chuuya hums back, settling in with his own arms wrapped around Dazai.

Tomorrow they can do their job and such, but for tonight, it’s just them and the comfort of relaxation.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

🎶Hello my baby, hello my honey, hello my ragtime gal🎶

Hey dude! It’s me. 💛. Your (self proclaimed) number one fan. So, I really loved the Spooky Jim story and its sequel. I can only imagine it was a hard character and stuff to write for because honestly we don’t know a whole lot about him (#justiceforJosh’slorecharacters), but you still managed to hit it out of the park, just like always.

So, I am actually going to shake it up…I will not be requesting TØP (*gasp*). Don’t get me wrong, I have ideas and I LOVE your work, but I know you’ve been writing them a lot. That, and I’ve been on a bit of a Danger Days kick recently.

So, my request. I was wondering if you could do a MCR Danger Days one shot for me. I was thinking that the reader could maybe be Dr. Death Defying’s daughter (adopted or biological) and they could possibly be in a semi-secret relationship with Party Poison. The other members of the Fab Four know about it, but Dr. D doesn’t. Anyways, maybe one night the reader sneaks out to meet up with Party (maybe to see a a Mad Gear and Missile Kid show. Maybe just because. Your choice!). Somehow or another Dr. D finds out about the relationship (my idea is that Dr. D figures out the reader snuck out and sent Show Pony after her and Show Pony finds out and tells him, but it can be anything), and we end up getting a protective dad speech of some sort.

Sorry if that is too specific. If it isn’t something you want to do, I completely understand. ☺️

Secrets in the Zones - Party Poison x DR D.'s daughter!Reader

Warnings: bit of angst lol

Word Count: 1337 - shorter sorry!

A/N: HEYY #1 FAN! I 100% agree, Josh's lore characters need more screen time and a larger voice! I want to hear Torchbearer talk - like PLEASE 🙏 I LOVE writing TØP but here's something different like you requested! I'd been super into TØP for the last year and I think the last time I was into the Danger Days lore was about a year ago so it was super fun to revisit this! I'm guilty of using chat GPT to help me with this as I was struggling a little bit hopefully it's okay. Enjoy! Can't wait for your next request! P.S. There's a Josh fic I just posted before this so definitely check that out bc I've treated you with two fics today :)

The desert was alive tonight. The cool air prickled against my skin, a sharp contrast to the day’s oppressive heat, but it was the sort of night I loved. It made sneaking out a little easier, less likely to draw the attention of anyone holed up in Dr D.’s bunker. My dad, Dr. Death Defying, was glued to his radio station, sending out messages and songs to the Zone each night, surrounded by his friend Show Pony. I stepped softly across the cracked, dust-covered floor of the bunker, slipping my boots on and making sure my jacket was secure. The neon patch on the back reflected my Killjoy name — Riot Rhythm — though my father preferred to call me by my real name, something that reminded me that no matter what, I’d always be his daughter and likely never a true Killjoy.

Tonight wasn’t just about escaping the bunker, though. It was about him.

Party Poison.

The leader of the Fab Four had stolen my heart without even trying. His fierce determination, his loyalty to his friends, the way he fought so hard against Better Living Industries… all of it had drawn me in. The others knew. Kobra Kid, Fun Ghoul, and Jet Star had all figured it out by now, throwing subtle winks and knowing nudges whenever they saw us together. The only person who didn’t seem to know was Dad, too focused on keeping everyone in the Zones safe. 

Slipping out the door, I made sure to avoid Show Pony’s makeshift patrol route. As Dr. D’s assistant and best friend, Show Pony had become something of a caretaker when my dad was too busy running the airwaves. The last thing I needed was for them to catch me sneaking off again. 

The roar of a motorcycle engine caught my ears in the distance. There, under the cover of night, I spotted him — Party Poison, waiting in the shadows. His red hair glowed like a fire under the moonlight, and when he saw me approach, he smiled. His smile was the equivalent of my dad’s transmissions–it brought hope. 

“You ready?” Party asked, voice low but playful.

I grinned, nodding. “You know it. Where are we headed this time?”

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against my ear. “Mad Gear and Missile Kid are playing at an old hideout past Zone 3. Figured we’d catch the show.”

My heart skipped a beat. I loved the wild, rebellious energy of the Mad Gear shows. It was dangerous and chaotic, everything that BL/ind stood against, which made it all the more thrilling. That and Party had introduced me to their music a few months ago, pirating me the cassette for my birthday.

“Let’s go, then,” I whispered, hopping onto the back of his motorcycle. As the engine roared to life beneath me, the wind whipped against my face, and for a moment, I felt completely free. With Party’s arms steady around me, I didn’t have to think about my dad or the constant threat of Dracs. It was just the two of us, racing through the desert, neon lights of the city in the distance fading into nothingness.

At the Mad Gear and Missile Kid show, the music was loud and wild. I stood close to Party, feeling the beat reverberate through my body. The chaos around us was exhilarating — masked fans dancing, shouting, living in the moment. Party pulled me closer, his arm wrapping around my waist protectively.

“Glad you came out tonight,” he said, his lips close to my ear so I could hear him over the music. 

I smiled up at him, my heart swelling with affection. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

For a moment, everything felt perfect. But just as quickly as the moment came, it shattered when I spotted a familiar figure in the crowd.

Show Pony.

My heart sank. They weren't here for fun; they were here for me.

I nudged Party, nodding toward the entrance. “We’ve got trouble.”

Party’s eyes followed my gaze and landed on Show Pony, who was skating through the crowd, scanning for me. “Shit,” Party muttered under his breath. “Let’s get out of here.”

The two of us slipped through the crowd, trying to make our way to the exit before Show Pony spotted me. But luck wasn’t on my side. Show Pony’s eyes locked onto mine, and in an instant, they were skating after me with determined speed.

“Riot!” They shouted. “Stop!”

I broke into a run, Party keeping pace beside me. The two of us darted out the door, but Show Pony was right behind me, cutting me off before I could get to the motorcycle.

“I’m not letting you leave,” Show Pony said, crossing their arms. “Your dad sent me. He knows you’re out here.”

My heart pounded in my chest, guilt washing over me. I hadn’t meant to sneak out and cause this much trouble, but I also couldn’t stand the thought of Dad finding out about Party and I this way.

Party stepped forward, his expression serious. “Look, we didn’t mean to cause any problems. We just—”

“Save it,” Show Pony interrupted. “I’ve kept this secret for too long Y/N.” They used my birth name, indicating this was it–this was serious. 

I bit my lip, unable to meet their gaze. “It’s not what you think.”

Show Pony sighed, their gaze softening just a little. “I’m not here to judge, but you can’t keep this from him forever. You know that, right?”

I nodded. “I know.”

Show Pony glanced at Party, then back at me. “Come on. Let’s go back. You need to talk to Dr. D.”

Back at the bunker, my heart raced as I stood before my father. Dr. D leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.

“So,” he said, breaking the silence. “You’ve been sneaking out to see Party Poison.”

I winced at his bluntness, but there was no use denying it now. “Yeah.”

Dr. D sighed, rubbing his temples. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

I glanced at Party, who stood beside me, his usual confidence replaced by a quiet tension. “I didn’t want you to worry. I didn’t want you to think it would distract me from… everything else.”

Dr. D’s gaze softened, but his voice remained firm. “You’re my daughter, Riot. It’s my job to worry about you. But this… I don’t want you sneaking around, putting yourself in danger. If something happens out there, I need to know where you are.”

Party spoke up then, stepping forward. “I care about her, Dr. D. I wouldn’t let anything happen to her.”

Dr. D studied him for a long moment before nodding. “I know you wouldn’t. But this can’t be a secret anymore. If you’re going to be with my daughter, I need to know she’s safe — and that means no more sneaking around.”

I felt a weight lift off your shoulders, relief flooding through you. “I’m sorry, Dad. I didn’t mean to keep it from you.”

Dr. D sighed, standing up from his chair and crossing the room to us. He pulled me into a tight hug, his voice soft in my ear. “Just promise me you’ll be careful. You’re all I’ve got left.”

Tears stung at the corners of my eyes as I hugged him back. “I promise.”

Party stepped forward, resting a hand on my shoulder. “We’ll be careful, Dr. D. I swear.”

Dr. D pulled back, giving Party a long, hard look before nodding. “Alright. But if anything happens to her, you’re gonna have to answer to me.”

Party grinned, saluting him. “Understood.”

As the tension in the room eased, I finally allowed myself to breathe. The secret was out, but instead of the chaos I’d feared, there was understanding — even acceptance. And for the first time, I felt like I didn’t have to hide anymore.

Out in the Zones, the world was full of danger and uncertainty, but here, surrounded by the people I loved, I knew I’d be okay.

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Revenged and Rescued (Part 5)

Thanks to the delay of living a boring ass life, this one is slightly later than the others. It's also slightly shorter too, lol, sorry

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The General led the two over to one of the medical tents, walking in and nodding to the two inside; Lieutenant Rupert Price, and Dave, of course.

Rupert stood at attention as Galeforce entered the tent, quickly being dismissed as the older waved his hand.

“How're you doing, son?” he asked Dave, who averted his gaze, seeming a bit nervous in his presence.

“I'm fine, though it's been… weird. I did end up losing a leg, though…” he motioned to where the blankets laid unevenly. “They're making a prosthetic now, but it's gonna take a while.”

“I was thinking we could get him in a wheelchair, so I can show him around, sir,” Rupert added, gently grabbing Dave's hand. “Just to make sure he's not too bored in here.”

“That sounds fine to me, boys, however, that's not what I'm here about. You two said you wanted to talk to Henry?” Galeforce asked, stepping aside so the other could step up.

“Stickmin…” Rupert stepped forward, standing face-to-face with Henry, his expression impossible to make out.

“Hey, Rupert, I uh… listen, I know we haven't been the best of friends, but maybe we could put the whole Mesa thing behind-”

He was cut off as the shorter suddenly hugged him tightly, clinging on as if Henry was gonna disappear if he didn't.

“Thank you… so fucking much for pulling that stunt when you did. If you didn't, I don't think I'd've ever gotten Dave back… I missed him so fucking much… And I know, we've been assholes to you, and you've not been the easiest to deal with, but… fucking thank you,” he gasped, tears staining Henry's shirt as he noticeably fought the urge to cry.

“Heh, I take it that means we're even now?” Henry asked, patting Rupert's back as the ravenette took a deep breath. The shorter pulled away with a quiet chuckle.

“Yeah, Stickmin, we're even now,” he assured him, taking a deep breath and going back over to Dave's cot, sitting next to him.

“Yeah, sorry for being dicks at Mesa… Honestly, after the Toppats got me, I… I get it. Freedom is worth so much more than some stupid job. Any stupid job. So… yeah. Thanks for crashing the airship…” Dave chuckled slightly at his own wording. “That sounds really weird now that I'm saying it out loud…”

“A little, I guess but… you’re welcome. And uh, sorry for making your lives kinda suck,” Henry apologized awkwardly, feeling like he owed them that at least.

“At least I have a life again,” Dave reassured him.

“Mister Calvin, good thing I caught you,” one of the doctors suddenly approached, a small manual in her hands. She shoved it into Charles’s arms, watching as he flipped through the pages, confused.

“This is a handbook explaining how to perform Henry’s nightly checkups,” she explained, “It explains how many sensors he has, how to test them, how to check his heartbeat and his respirator, and what to do if anything happens. You’ll need to perform these checkups every night before either of you go to sleep, and if anything is wrong, send him down here right away. A slight hiccup could cause everything to fall apart, and I doubt he wants to die a third time. However, there are variations that are considered ‘normal’ so please keep those in mind. They should be on page 24.”

The pilot nodded, flipping to said page, and Henry leaned over his shoulder to read. It was, in fact, titled ‘Average Deviations: Biological Factors’.

“So, stuff like emotions are gonna make everything a little screwy? Alright, should be easy enough to understand. Thanks, Dr. Stein,” Charles said, shaking her hand before she left as quickly as she’d come.

“Speaking of going to sleep, it’s getting late. You boys should head down to the mess hall for dinner,” Galeforce advised them, motioning subtly to the darkening sky as the sun set.

“Actually, I was hoping to eat outside with my squad tonight. It’ll be nice for Henry to spend more time with them. Besides, I think they like him!” Charles explained, and the General nodded a bit.

“Well, hurry it up then, I’m only gonna give you 5 minutes after lights out to make sure Henry’s alright to head to sleep,” he warned.

“Right. Seeya guys, then!” the pilot smiled as he began to lead Henry out.

“Seeya tomorrow, boys.”

“Till tomorrow, Stickmin and Calvin,” Rupert saluted as they went.

“Seeya guys later…” Dave called out. “And thanks again…”

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A bit of a shorter update tonight guys! But I hope you like it anyway ^^

TW: mentions abuse/childhood trauma, non descriptive.

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Ghosts That We Knew

13- A Dead Man's Letter

You were still on the hunt for a therapist weeks after the confrontation with Ghost. Getting one wasn’t easy, and to be honest you weren’t in any rush to find one. It wasn’t that you had lied to him, at least not intentionally. You had already mentioned you didn’t like therapists, you didn’t trust them. You didn’t want to be just another doctor’s paycheck. It wasn’t like they cared about you anyway. However, to set Ghost’s mind at ease, you told Ellie’s therapist you were searching for one. Thankfully for you, they were more than willing to help you find an ideal one. 

For the time being, you were perfectly fine with running your business, which was doing pretty well. Life went on as normal. You kept Simon’s file in a locked safe in your room, so no one could get to it and you still had it close at hand in case you needed it. But on more than one occasion you found an envelope either on your bed, your nightstand, or on the floor in your room. You knew what it was. Simon’s letter. Ghost was asking you to read it, without speaking of course. Needing to regain his strength, he had gone quiet in the weeks following. 

You sat in bed, contemplating opening it, when your phone rang. An unknown number…

You didn’t pick it up, as you didn’t pick up unknown numbers. If it was important they’d leave a message. You flipped the silent phone over, thinking it wouldn’t be so distracting as you picked up the envelope. But after a minute, you just decided to put it in the nightstand and just focus on what it was he had written. Taking a slightly shaking breath, you decided to open the letter and give it a read, being delicate so as not to rip anything. The paper was already yellowing a little, meaning he wrote this a good long time ago. You blinked as you took in Simon Riley’s handwriting, which admittedly wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t illegible. 

To the poor soul reading this, 

Since you’re reading this, two things have happened. 1. I’m dead. And 2. You’re the poor sap who got stuck with this heart. Just to let you know, you’re only one of a few letters I’ll be writing, as I’m hoping all my bits get used. Hell knows I’m not using them anymore. 

A heart’s a heavy burden, and believe me I know that better than most. You’ve probably read all my stuff, as I signed the release forms earlier today. Without it, it’d be illegal for you to even see my records. But as the knew…keeper, I guess, for arguably my most important organ, I figured that was important info in there for you to know. But it doesn’t tell you everything. Only what you need to know. Maybe some notes from therapy thrown in for flavor, mental evaluations and all that. But they don’t tell you a damn thing about me. Who I was, what I wanted from life, all of that. Things about me that not even my closest friends know, few as they are.  The dreams I had, the hopes I mislaid. They’re not mine anymore. But…I want you to know this: They aren’t yours either. 

The truth is, I wanted to spend my life making the world a better place, so no one has to know what it means to suffer the way I did. This isn’t meant for you to pity me, but to understand why I made the decision to become a soldier and a donor. I lived a hard life, came from a bad home with a half mad father and, for a time, a drug abusing brother. I rose above that though, challenging as it was. I got my brother the help he needed, kicked our father out, and did my best to make sure everyone was happy before I made that choice. You, whoever you are, are the last person I’m saving, and the one who’s face at the very least I won’t know. And yet you’re being trusted with the most vital part of me…crazy isn’t it? And I don’t trust easy admittedly. 

All I got is one last wish, one last demand. I want you to live. I want you to live your life, and live it in the best way you can. Live it harmlessly, if you can. Help others when you can, but don’t enslave yourself. Live selfishly, at least a little, something I never got to do. Live…fully. I guess is what I’m trying to say. 

And drop that thought most likely going through your head: “This heart isn’t mine”. Trust me, it’s yours. It was meant to be yours the second I signed that paper to become a donor. This heart was always mine to lose, and it was always yours to gain. No matter what your silly brain is telling you, I’m telling you this right bloody now: I did not die because of you. You. Did. Not. Do. This. I chose, as I always have. And now you have a choice. Choose better than me. Choose to live your life. Be a bit selfish, because I wasn’t always able to be. But live. Just…live. And know, even though we’ll never meet, know that I’m so proud of you for fighting this battle, whatever it is that landed you this. I’m happy that I got to help you. And now you know the only thing I ask in return. 

Live your life. And take care of my heart. It was always meant to be yours, in some way or another…

Stay frosty. 

Simon “Ghost” Riley, out. 

You didn’t know what to think when you read it. It seemed a bit devoid of emotion, but it was rather matter of fact. The last part got to you. It wasn’t exactly a confession as he stated, but a reiteration of the truth. Simon lived on. Was living on. And he was doing it through you. There was something so humbling about that, now that you were thinking about it with a clearer head. It didn’t entirely change how you felt, but it put it in a different light. The familiar feeling you had at the beginning of your friendship now made more sense. Simon was a part of you now. 

Taking your phone out, you decided to see who had called, and lo and behold they left a message. You listened to the voicemail, heart pounding. An unfamiliar male voice sounded. 

“Hey, Y/N, I think that’s what Soap called you? Anyway, he told me about your situation. My name’s John Price and I’m also interested in meeting you. I hope you don’t mind, there’s actually two of us coming with him, the other being Kyle Garrick. We look forward to meeting you and hopefully clearing some stuff up” there was a pause before the man continued, “We were there that night, Y/N. The night of your transplant. As I said, I can’t wait to meet you, and I hope you and your kiddo are doing okay. Don’t hesitate to give me, Soap, or Gaz a ring, alright?” he proceeded to give you the number of their last member, Kyle Garrick, before ending the message. 

You almost dropped the phone. 

They were there. 

They. were. there…

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Fight The Feeling- 6 You Don’t Owe Me An Apology

Summary- Urban comforts you after you found Jack sleeping with another girl, Jack tries to apologize to you, and you confess your true feelings about Jack to Urban.

Word Count- 2.1k

A/N- A little shorter then I wanted it to be, but I want the interview to be it’s own chapter, which I promise will actually be the next chapter this time.

When you walked out of the hotel room, you didn’t have a plan as much as you convinced Jack you did. If he knew you didn’t have a plan, he would have went after you and that’s what you were trying to avoid. You said what you said to show Jack that you felt like other people cared about you more than he did, in this case you were talking about Jack’s best friend.

As much as you didn’t want to involve Urban with your problems with Jack, you didn’t have much of a choice. Luckily you had found out what room Urban was staying in earlier in the day, so you walked until you ended up in front of his room. You sighed before you knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” Urban called out, looking towards the door.

“It’s Y/N” You said and Urban got up to open the door. Urban was about to say something as he opened the door but as soon as he saw you were crying, he stopped himself.

“Are you okay?” Urban asked, stepping out of the way to let you walk into the room. You shook your head no, Urban sighed softly. “What’s wrong?” He asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed, signaling for you to sit next to him. You put your stuff down before sitting down next to him. 

“Jack. That’s what’s wrong.” You said and Urban couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.

“What did he do now?” Urban asked and you sighed.

“He lied to me again and he slept with someone else in the bed we slept in last night. He was so sweet to me last night and I was starting to think that he might be taking this whole situation seriously. Now I’m not sure and I hate him.” You said, crossing your arms like a child who just got told no. “He doesn’t owe me anything and I get that, but I just thought he would at least have the decency to not lie to me anymore or sleep with another girl in the bed I was supposed to sleep in tonight. Or if anything at least get better at hiding it because who knows how many times I’ve done it before.” You said, uncrossing your arms to wipe the tears from your eyes, smearing your makeup in the process, but you didn’t care.

“I’m sorry Jack’s such a dick.” Urban apologized and you pouted softly.

“He’s your best friend, you can’t call him a dick.” You said, defending Jack for some reason you couldn’t figure out.

“I can if he’s acting like a dick.” Urban said, making you laugh softly.

“It’s still not nice.” You said.

“I don’t care, he’s not being nice to you.” Urban said. “I know I’ve been his friend longer than I’ve been yours, but how he’s treating you isn’t right. You’re a really forgiving person, and I hate seeing you hurt again because of something stupid he did. You don’t deserve to be treated how Jack has treated you.” Urban sighed. “I know you have a lifetime commitment to him now, but you can’t always forgive everybody for everything they do.” Urban told you.

“Well, I told him if he’s changed his mind and doesn’t want to be involved with the baby, he doesn’t have to be. I don’t need anything from him, I’ve told him before that I can do this all on my own and I mean it.” You told Urban.

“He would never choose to not be a part of his child’s life” Urban said, and you sighed, looking down at your hands.

“That’s what I thought, but I don’t know anymore. He was so fucking excited last night, we were even talking about a gender reveal my friend wants to throw for us, but then today he goes and does this.” You explained.

“You know even if Jack chooses to not be involved, you don’t have to do anything alone, I would never let you.” Urban said and you nodded, hugging his side as he hugged you back.

“Thank you.” You smiled softly.

It wasn’t that Urban wanted to be the stepdad to his best friend’s child, but he wanted to be involved in his niece or nephews’ life and he wasn’t going to let Jack get in the way of that. Even though Urban didn’t have any intention of being in a relationship with you, maybe in some alternate universe you worked out as a couple, better then you and Jack did, but as much as you and Urban loved each other, you weren’t in love with each other. Urban did have a soft spot for you though. Your career, just like Jack’s, had really taken off over the year you two were together, so Urban saw you at your best moments, but also your worst moments that you would never tell anyone else about.

Jack saw those moments too of course. There were sometimes moments though where he was going through the best moments of his career at the time when you were going through one of the worst. You never wanted to bother Jack with that and bring his mood down, but Urban noticed and would comfort you when Jack couldn’t which bonded your relationship with Urban more then you could ever explain.

There were two things you would never regret about your relationship with Jack. Number one being your future child of course. Number two was your friendship with Urban. You often considered each other your platonic soulmate. 

“You can stay with me for the rest of the trip if you want to.” Urban offered and you nodded.

“I was hoping you’d offer so I didn’t have to ask.” You said and you both laughed softly. 

“You’re always welcome to stay with me.” Urban told you.

You and Urban hung out for the next couple hours, eventually leaving the hotel to get something for dinner even though it was getting late. Once you arrived back at the hotel, you heard your phone go off, sighing as you looked at it, throwing it on to the bed.

“Jack?” Urban asked and you nodded.

“Yeah. I can’t believe I have to do that fucking interview with him tomorrow.” You said.

“Does everybody on set know the situation?” Urban asked and you shook your head. 

“Nope, everybody thinks we’re together, and I doubt Claire will let me cancel it.” You said.

“You could always explain the situation and ask to delay it at least.” Urban suggested.

“Yeah, I doubt that. Not this close to the interview.” You said. “I should go grab the rest of my stuff from Jack’s room.”  You sighed.

“Want me to come with you?” Urban asked and you shook your head.

“No, I’ll be okay. I have to pretend to be in love with him tomorrow, I can handle seeing him for a couple minutes.” You told Urban and he nodded, grabbing his extra hotel key, and handing it to you.

“Figured this might be helpful.” Urban said, laughing softly.

“Thanks.” You said, grabbing your phone from the bed, putting both your phone and the hotel key in your pocket. “I’ll be back.” You told Urban before walking out of the room and back to the one you shared with Jack.

You sighed softly before unlocking and opening the door. As soon as Jack heard the door his head shot over to look at who was walking in. Jack let out a quiet sigh when he was it was you.

“Y/N, can we talk?” Jack asked quietly. You thought about ignoring him, you didn’t really want to talk to him, but you also didn’t want to be completely childish.

“No.” You told him, not looking in his direction as you grabbed some of your stuff that you had unpacked the night before and threw it back into your bag.

“Please?” Jack asked, and you sighed, finally looking over at him, making him hopeful you were going to let him talk.

“I don’t want to talk to you Jack. If I did, I wouldn’t have walked out in the first place.” You told him before putting your attention back to your stuff.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking and I never meant to hurt you.” Jack said anyways.

“You just didn’t mean for me to find out.” You said before sighing. “You don’t owe me an apology. Truly, you don’t. We aren’t together.”

“But I want to apologize. I know we aren’t together, but that doesn’t make it right.” Jack explained. 

“Don’t tell me your sorry Jack, show me your sorry.” You told Jack. 

“I will, I promise.” Jack said and you sighed.

“You’ve broken promises before.” You told him, putting the last of your stuff into your bag.

“I won’t break this one.” Jack told you.

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” You said and Jack nodded softly.

“I know I haven’t given you many reasons to believe me, but I never want to hurt you. I’ll make it up to you I promise.” Jack said.

“No, you haven’t. Like I said, I’ll believe it when I see it. I really want to forgive you, but it’s going to take time. Not just for last night, for everything.” You told Jack honestly and he nodded.

“I get it, I know it’s going to take time.” Jack said. “I take it you’re not staying here tonight?” Jack asked, looking down at your bag. 

“What gave you that idea?” You asked sarcastically, letting out a small laugh.

“Where are you staying?” Jack asked you.

“I’m staying with Urban. He said I could stay with him for the rest of the trip.” You said and Jack nodded as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

“I thought about what you said earlier. Did he tell you about the cheating?” Jack asked and you nodded softly, leaning on the dresser.

“Yeah, he did. I saw the texts first though. He just confirmed everything. It’s not his fault I found out, so please don’t be mad at Urban because of it.”

“I won’t he didn’t do anything, he was just trying to protect you, I can’t be mad at him for that.” Jack said. “Do you think we could ever be friends again?” Jack asked and you sighed.

“I don’t know Jack. We were doing really well, I was happy with our relationship before today. I know we aren’t together, but you sleeping with another girl behind my back really did hurt me. You’re free to do whatever you want, and maybe this is too much of me to ask, I don’t know, but I just don’t want us to keep secrets anymore. Especially when everyone thinks we’re together, what if she goes and tells everyone about us. I just don’t want to look stupid at the end of this.” You explained though you weren’t planning on forgiving Jack anytime soon.

“I’ll make sure if either of us look stupid when this is over, it’s me.” Jack joked, making you laugh slightly. “That’s not too much to ask, I won’t keep secrets anymore. I agree that we shouldn’t be keeping things from each other in the situation we are in.” Jack agreed with you.

Eventually you made your way back to Urban’s room, Jack insisting on helping you with your bags even though you said you didn’t need it before going back to his room.

You sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling through your phone, Urban sitting down next to you.

“Can I ask you something?” Urban asked, looking over at you as you set your phone down and looked over at Urban.

“Yeah of course, what is it?” You asked.

“Do you still love Jack?” Urban asked, you sighed before nodding slightly.

“I shouldn’t, I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it.” You said, your eyes starting to water. “I feel so stupid for loving him. Why do I love someone who’s cheated on me, and lied to me, multiple times? Especially when he doesn’t love me back, there’s no way he does. If he did love me back, he wouldn’t keep hurting me.” You said and Urban sighed as you started to cry again. He hugged you to comfort you the best he could.

“Sometimes you can’t help who you love.” Urban said, not wanting to tell you that Jack did love you, or at least he claimed to. “I know you two will figure everything out, even if you don’t get back together, it will all work out I promise.” Urban told you and you nodded slightly, even though you weren’t sure if you believed him because right now, you saw no way that you and Jack would ever end up as friends, let alone in a relationship again. 

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My parents are making me spend more time with my grandpa for "bonding." He's like the lamest guy I've ever met- he's so old! They told me I need to relate to him more so I can get to know him. Could you make me more like him?

Who said going for drinks and chatting about life is more lame than playing video games and getting a girlfriend huh? In my words, nobody is lame after all as I believe you two just have different stuff going on! But no problemo! I will make sure you two's bonding will be off the chart, starting from now on!…

You feel your bones cracking throughout your back. With a loud thud is heard in your hips with aching joints, causing you to fall to the ground, you sense your spine shorten. Your breasts begin to push out forwards as it gets wider while your muscles split and shrink, allowing a large amount of fat to fill them and push upwards, causing you to balloon out down to your gut, starting to wobble, expanding and making your clothes tighter around your belly and sides as the tightest part of it is where your love handle is :) . Your back grows to be extremely wide and massive as your stomach swelling huge and heavy like a large pot of food. You feel neck getting saggy, dropping to hand by your chin while you're looking down at your hands, getting bigger, thicker and wrinkled along with the heavy arms, sagging and flabby. With your fatty legs getting shorter, tackling the growing weight, the wrinkles on your face deepen along with the fat, making your cheeks look rounder. As you age older, your voice gets deeper and more mature as facial features become more wrinkled, going by some of your hair loss, which becomes more grey and falls out under the cap as your eyes getting older and droopy. Not only does the beard grow quickly from the face, but also your sheath, under your shirt and pants, thick and bushy with hair all over. You notice your movement was heavier, weaker and slower with labored breathing. Just as the changes overtook with the hot inside your old body, before you can even react, a hand lifts up your musky shirt…

"My brothery twin, there you are! Look, today i'm happy to introduce you to my gay bar down the streets! How about we get going and hit me up all night long on the bed tonight? Sounds good?" Your grandpa words got through your ears, removing all of your old piece of memories…You agree to his request with a delightful attitude as you are now his gay twin brother.

Ah, what a beautiful brotherly bonding!~

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

If Ford thought about it for long enough after the fact, he supposes that should have seen it coming from a mile away.

Gravity Falls was always a quiet town on the surface. You'd never think something was amiss, with the way (most of) its citizens acted cheerful and welcoming. Folding their laundry, grabbing drinks, running their errands, you'd never assume each and everyone of them lived through hell a year ago. They were good actors that way. It could almost be seen as... safe.

But as Stanford has learned over the years, a lack of excitement did not mean he was in the clear.

A normal day this noon was going to be, and Ford was set on this notion. He had been sent into town to purchase groceries, but alone at the display of Stanley's plain laziness. While he was lounging in his personal armchair and watching old black-and-white reruns, Ford was encouraged to visit civilization alone. He only agreed due to his budgeting freedom, because Stan seemed to have forgotten Ford needed restraint when it came to those places. All those years with nothing, now with everything. (A foolish mistake, Stan would learn.)

Gravity Falls Grocery Store is even quieter than the street it was on. Large and untouched, one could roll their shopping cart through the colorful aisles with eyes closed, and would bump into no one. Ford doesn't roll, of course, but he does walk fast. The sooner he leaves, the sooner he can head to Greasy's Diner, to pick up a sweet pie for their dinner tonight. Ford fills up his shopping cart nicely, so no one else will need to head to this place for a good month or so. The freshest of fruit, the crispest of boxes, he can't help but pick those. He had an eye for those things.

As Ford almost rounds off his trip by scanning the candy aisle for a nice pack of jelly beans, his day takes a slight turn. This neon aisle is nestled in the middle of the rest, right by the eight cash registers. Only two of them are on duty during noon—a pair of elderly teenagers, with matching green uniforms and teenage atmospheres. The left is a tall blond boy who looks to be more than interested with his co-worker, while the right is a shorter girl with all of the heat in her face.

"Yep, just moved to town," the cashier on the right, brushing her blue-streaked brown hair aside, says. "My mom really wanted the 'chill vibes' of towns stuck in the middle of nowhere."

The cashier on the left chuckles, casually leaning forward over his station's conveyor belt. His voice is somewhat familiar to Ford, but it's what he's saying is the thing that gets him to pause. "Yeah, this place is anything but chill. Like, have you seen the place? One time, some really huge guy named Pubetor broke into our school and wanted to fight the principal. It was wild. And don't even get me started on last summer, because that? Could've been the best summer ever, if it weren't for the end."

Ford's hand rests lightly on the largest pack of The Fish's Fish-Shaped Jelly Beans he found in his area. He isn't sure why he's so hesitant to leave—Weirdmageddon was an understandable event to warn a newcomer about. Maybe it was how the subject had been worded. The apocalypse was not to be taken lightly, but teenagers took many things that shouldn't be light as light. It can be ignored.

Ford shoves the jelly beans into his cart and stands just far enough to be hidden from the pair. "Like, it was bad," Blond Boy is saying. "The sky exploded, my friends got turned to stone, I turned to stone, the whole town got turned to stone—it was a lotta stone. We're not even supposed to talk about it."

"Yikes," Blue Streak winces. "Now I get why my mom wanted to be here so bad. So you're just supposed to… keep living? Pretend it never happened?"

"Yep," Blond Boy confirms, nestling back into his stiff chair once more. "Except for the dudes who saved us and stuff, we just think it never happened. Don't tell anyone I told you, though. It's stupid law or something."

"Got it," Blue Streak says, also turning back to her post. Neither of them say any more.

He isn't panicking. Of course he isn't. This is stupid. Under a quarter of his age, making him question his entire sense of self. This is stupid. Ignore it, Stanford.

As silently as he can, Ford leaves the aisle. Looking straight down into his filled cart, as if revising everything he has in store. He glances up so he doesn't crash—Blond Boy's eyes flicker in recognition, and Blue Streak keeps her attention on an open magazine. As Ford looks closer at Blond Boy's name tag, it reads the name Lee.

"Mr. Pines!" Lee says a little too loudly, startling his co-worker off her seat. "We were definitely not breaking the law just now. How's things been with the brain, dude?"

Ford tries not to flinch in confusion at the sad cover-up. He always forgets that everyone in town knew about Stan's sacrifice, but not about who made it happen. "Stanley is doing well. I'm assuming you've mixed us up again?"

Lee begins to scan the items placed on the conveyor belt as he continues talking. "Riiiiiight. Sorry… Doctor? That's you."

"Yes," Ford replies rather stiffly. "I'm the other twin."

"Dang. Sorry about that, doctor dude." Though the teens are separated by both two conveyor belts and Ford's cart, Lee whispers to Blue Streak conspiratorially. "This's one of the dudes who saved us and stuff I talked about."

The girl nods in little awe. Ford pretends not to hear that.

The process is rather quick, but only because of Ford's mind thinking back to two minutes ago. Law? It sounded like the town had a mutual agreement to just… pretend last summer never occurred. But that was absurd! Ford must not have heard all of the context. Maybe the boy meant another law, one obscure and only mentioned to impress the dyed haired girl. It had to be, because if they all really did agree to…

"93.78," Lee says with slightly gritted teeth, like he's had to repeat it multiple times.

Ford almost forgets to mutter a thank you before walking away. He shakes his head of the alarming thoughts, swiftly taking the three bags to hook upon his arms. He doesn't see Lee or the dyed hair girl waving him goodbye, or what they start to whisper excitedly when he leaves through the automatic doors. The sheer concern of it all has clouded his mind completely.

Ford could not be crazy. He didn't spend forty-two years with that eye lurking over his shoulder for his home to dismiss it like a sham.

heheheh. I know exactly where it's gonna go too lol. if you wanna add anything/have criticism/anything of comment I'd like to hear it. this is the Very First Draft. :}

Gotta say, you really know how to build anticipation!

I like that Ford sort of spaces out. Not entirely sure why- just a little thing I like seeing, I suppose. Of course, there’s a lot here that I like, but I’m not great with words. I think it’s pretty good so far!

Also, question: did everyone decide not to tell specifically Stan and Ford about the law? Because- wow, Mayor Tyler really is the worst at decision making isn’t he

[batfam-rewrites]

Batfam During Quarantine: First Patrol (Remastered)

Batfam During Quarantine: First Patrol

Hey, quick heads up, this is a slightly reworked version of the second post I made for this series. My continuity on this series got really messed up for a bit and I have so many drafts that I still yet to publish so I'm going through all of my old stuff to fix the chronology of the stories and also put a bit more pressure on me to finish this series. Please keep in mind that my writing skills kinda improve throughout the series, so this is not my best but just somewhat reworked, and there is a good chance this will be reworked again in the future.

Dick: Unfortunately there was a homicide down in crime ally a few hours ago...

Jason: Ooooooh! What are we talking about? Was he shot, strangled, mangled, stabbed?

Dick: He was cut open and the killer dug around in his organs. Only the lungs were missing.

Jason: So mangled, got it! I will give you $50 for the case!

Dick: It’s not a bid, I’m going to assign the

Damian: $100 for the case!

Stephanie: $125!

Duke: $200!

Jason: $210 and I won’t use any fire arms!

Dick: Interesting, who thinks they can top that?

Tim: $225 and I’ll give you my secret stash of Keurig coffee cups!

Cassandra: $250 and I’ll let you take my mini fridge!

Jason: $350 and I would exchange my lethal rounds for rubber bullets and I won’t cause property damage or kill anyone!

Dick: SOLD!

Cassandra: DAMMIT!!!

Dick: Okay, so cases will be assigned as normal with the exception of Jason’s. Now because we’re in the middle of a strict city wide lock down crime has reached a low meaning some of you will have shorter nights on patrol. Each sector has been divided between all of us so make sure to stay in your sector. There’s been a little bit of activity caused by Scarecrow in sector 1, Babs I’m putting you in charge of putting a stop to it. Kate you have 2. There isn’t much going on there but there has been a reports that bags of heroine and cocaine are being left against some windows. It could be nothing but just take a look to see if anything is going on. Tim and Steph you have 5....

Tim: Woah, I thought we weren’t partnering up!

Dick: You’ll partner up for an hour, but mostly on calm nights you and Steph will patrol for 3 hours by yourselves. You’ll get half of the shift and Steph will get the other half. Anyway, Selina you have 3. Cass, 4. Harper, 8. There’s not much going on in those sectors but just patrol for a little bit. Duke, last night there were some gun shots heard in sector 9, go investigate. Jason you’re in sector 6. Julia and Alfred, you’re going to be here updating us on anything that happens. And Damian you’re going with me in sector 7.

Damian: Because you don’t trust me!

Dick: No, because you’re Robin. It would be weird for Batman not to be with Robin while you’re in Gotham.

Damian: Oh, yeah that makes sense.

Dick: We’ll be dealing with Two-Face. There’s been chatter that he’s going to make a move on the Falcone crime family. I’ll take sanitation duty tonight. Keep your radios on and contact someone if you needs help. Now, move out!

Batgirl

Batgirl: *she flies over the civilians in sector 1 in the bat-jet and sprays an antidote for the fear toxin until noticing Scarecrow, then drops down beside him and kicks his side*

Scarecrow: *falls to the side* Ah! Batgirl! *he gets up and tries to run away*

Batgirl: Oh no you don't! *chases after Scarecrow*

Scarecrow: *turns a corner and hides along the side*

Batgirl: *turns the corner too and is immediately stabbed in the arm with a syringe, she is then standing in her apartment and hears a knock at her door* No, no, no, no, no! *she then moves forward towards the door and places her hands on the door knob*

Scarecrow: Oh yes Batgirl! Not even you, let alone Batman, could stand this new batch that I made specially for you lot. *moves closer to Batgirl and kicks her side*

Batgirl: *she opens the door and is shot in the stomach, then falls to her side, she sees the Joker standing in the door frame, staring at her limp body, as he begins to start kicking her* Ouch!

Scarecrow: *he keeps kicking Batgirl as she is lying on her side in the street*

Batgirl: NO!!! *she tries to fight the feeling of paralysis, she begins to bring her knees to her chest*

Scarecrow: *he kicks her again and this time Batgirl rolls to her knees with the last kick* Stop fighting Batgirl. There is no use in doing so! *he moves closer and winds up for another kick*

Batgirl: *she rolls backward and gets back to her knees and sees the Joker shoot the floor of her apartment but the recoil makes him stumble a little bit, which allows her enough time to stand back up and she squares up*

Scarecrow: I anticipated this much resistance, but I know that you are still seeing the boogeyman that lives in your head. *he walks closer to Batgirl*

Batgirl: Rent fucking free. *she throws her punch but the Joker dodges it*

Scarecrow: You're slow.

Batgirl: *kicks in the direction that the Joker was standing in but he dodges*

Scarecrow: Weak. *he begins to reach forward to inject Batgirl with more fear toxin*

Batgirl: *grabs Jokers arms as he tries to grab her, but he pushes her against a wall*

Scarecrow: Stop resisting, you can't fight me and the toxin at the same time.

Batgirl: *continues to try and push his arms away, then kicks up at his balls*

Scarecrow: Ah! *he hunches over only to get kneed in the face which causes him to fall back* Fucking Bat-bitch!

Batgirl: *she reaches for her utility belt and reaches for the antidote, and stabs it into the inside of her thigh and leans against the wall*

Scarecrow: *he gets up and lunges over*

Batgirl: *dodges Joker and kicks him again, she reaches for a sleeping agent*

Scarecrow: *stands back up*

Batgirl: *stabs Joker with the sleeping agent and continues to punch and kick him until Joker falls to the floor unconscious, she looks around and notices that her soundings have changed, she then sits down for a minute and collects her thoughts* Batgirl to Bat-cave.

Julia: Go ahead.

Batgirl: Scarecrow is down.

Julia: Copy, go ahead and tie him up then survey the area and continue to help spread the antidote.

Batgirl: Got it.

Red Hood

Red Hood: *looks at the the crime scene and finds a pair of bloody latex gloves from behind a trash bin* Penny-two.

Julia: Yes, Red Hood?

Red Hood: I’m going to stop by to run some finger prints and a blood sample. 

Julia: Alright, I’ll set it up.

Red Hood: *he rushes over to his motorcycle and rides off to the Bat-cave*

Batwoman

Batwoman: *spots a girl in a sky blue hoodie and a dude in a yellow hoodie, and drops down into the alley as they place drugs against the windows*

Girl and Dude: *turn and look at Batwoman* Run! *they begin to run*

Batwoman: *She kicks the boy into the wall, grabs the girl by the shit and pins her against the opposite wall* Why are you doing this?

Girl: You know exactly why! Not all of us could run around the city playing dress up, taking down criminals and claim to protect this city! Some of us need this just to get by!

Batwoman: Where’s your boss?

Girl: Don’t have one. We make it ourselves.

Batwoman: *she grabs her grappling hook and fires at the top of the of the building and reels her up, then lifts the girl over the edge* Where’s your boss?

Girl: I’m telling you, we don’t have one!!! Don’t drop me, please!!!!

Batwoman: Who's we?

Girl: Me and my boyfriend!!!

Batwoman: Leave, take your drugs! If I see you or your boyfriend again I won’t hesitate to drop you from a rooftop! *they lower down to the ally*

Girl: *grabs her boyfriend and they run*

Batwoman: *she reaches for her utility belt and places the card of a local rehab center in between the windows, then continues to patrol the area to make sure there is no more drug activity*

Red Hood and Julia

Julia: The blood definitively belongs to the victim.

Red Hood: Run the prints then.

Julia: Already done. They belong to a man named Doug McGrath. He’s a crook arrested several times for drug trafficking, drug possession, and suspected for robbery but was not convicted. He is also has 3 accounts on a HENCH.

Red Hood So this could be the work of one of Bruce’s rogues.

Julia: Indeed.

Red Hood: Can you send me his location?

Julia: I’ll get on that now. Done, his coordinates

Red Hood: Got it, if you could, hack into his HENCH account and see what offers he has recently received. *he begins walking back to his motorcycle*

Julia: It’s insulting that you even asked.

The Signal

Signal: *he drops to the street and walks around where the shooting occurred and notices the two bullet holes in the buildings, but witnesses have said they heard three. He walks down the ally and searches for anything but can’t find the bullet, but finds blood on a few trash bags. He opens the backs and looks inside and finds a pair of lungs and a few other organs*

Thug: Hey kid!

Signal: *turns and runs towards the thug, throwing a few punches*

Thug: *pulls out a gun and shoots far over Signal's shoulder*

Signal: Nice shot, I heard the Empire is hiring. *he sweeps the thugs legs from underneath him* Maybe you should get a job as a Stormtrooper. *he throws a few more punches knocking the thug out. then examines the body and notices on his phone that there was a notification from HENCH*

Red Robin and Spoiler

Red Robin: I don’t get it! I could patrol the entire time and still help Bruce. It’s called never going to sleep.

Spoiler: You realize you're the only person I know that has ever made me worry about their health, right? Why can’t you be normal?

Red Robin: Ask my parents.

Spoiler: Dick.

Red Robin: No, I’m Tim. You’re getting your Robin’s mixed up.

Spoiler: HA!. Don’t you think you’re spending too much time with Nightwing if you’re making jokes like that?

Red Robin:  Eh, maybe.

Red Hood: Hey, Red Robin, I need you to patrol 6 for a bit. I’m following a lead. I got the okay from Batman.

Red Robin: Got it. *he then takes off, jumping from roof to roof off to the other side of the city*

Batman and Robin

Batman: Got it Red Hood. Robin, Red Hood is on his way.

Robin: I hate Red Hood!

Batman: You realize you’re quite a bit like him, right?

Robin: NO I’M......

Batman: SHHHH! We don’t want to attract too much attention.

Robin: I am nothing like Red Hood.

Batman: *looks out at the site and sees Bane and Two-Face then grabs Robin's head and turns it towards the direction of where the two are standing, then watch as a black SUV drives in and Carmine Falcone steps out*

Falcone: I see you brought your muscle. Where’s my drugs?

Two-Face: I have it where it should be. 

Falcone: I'm not playing games, Dent! Give me my drugs or there will be consequences.

Two-Face: Hit me with your best shot!

Batman: Signal, Spoiler, Red Robin I’m sending you the coordinates to our location. Somethings about to go down. Red Hood, where are you?

Red Hood: Not too far.

Batman: Everyone else stand by, in case this goes south.

Falcone: Release the beast.

Batman and Robin: *jump in between the few crooks and start throwing punches and kicks, when they hear a gun click from the behind them*

KGBeast: I've been waiting for a while to put down "The man who killed Batman" on my list. *aims right for Batman*

Robin: *turns and looks at KGBeast* You ASSHOLE!!!! *rushes towards KGBeast*

Batman: ROBIN! NO! 

Bane: *rushes towards Batman*

Batman: *attempts to evade Bane’s each strike, eventually diving towards Two-Face, knocking him down*

Bane: *punches towards the two*

Batman: *rolls out of the way, causing Bane to punch Two-Face in the head*

KGBeast: *fires towards Robin*

Robin: *dodges each bullet then jumps on KGBeast's back, he then reaches for a batarang and slashes at KGBeast's back*

KGBeast: *tries to get Damian off of his back*

Red Hood: *shows up and starts shooting at KGBeast*

Robin: *jumps off of KGBeast's back, throwing a few explosive batarangs at KGBeast's feet*

KGBeast: *flys back a few feet*

Robin: *rolls forward landing next to Red Hood* You could have shot me!

Red Hood: I would have enjoyed that! *lifts up his arm and shoots Falcone a few times*

Falcone: *falls to the floor*

Bane: *throws Batman into a wall*

Signal: *arrives and runs right for Bane* Red Hood, boost me!

Red Hood: *squats down and gets ready to launch Signal towards Bane*

Batman: *throws a few batarangs at Bane's face causing Bane to look away*

Signal: *throws an uppercut to Bane's face*

Batman: *runs up at Bane and punches him in the face*

Red Hood: *jumps on Bane's back and puts him in a choke hold, hanging from his neck*

Bane: *tries to swing Red Hood off but falls to the floor*

Dick: *huff* Anyone else feeling the aster? *huff*

Jason: AHG!!!! NO MORE WORDS FROM YOU!!

Dick: Come on.............

Jason: NO!

[deuterosapiens]

So, this marks Day Five of our little game. Today's post will be a bit on the shorter end, because I most unluckily need to be at work way too damn early. Might come back to add a few additional impressions, might not.

Anyway, tonight gave me genuinely more joy than Hell on Earth. The first of our unnumbered sequels, Hellraiser Bloodline.

So this one is mostly focused on the origin of the Lemarchand Box and tracks three different different time periods of association. We see for the first time the appearance of box creator, Philip Lemarchand. I'm not saying the film's portrayal of the man conflicts with the scant information presented in Hellbound Heart, I'm just saying that I suspect Barker imagined a bit more of a John Dee occultist type figure who also dabbled as a toy maker than the version here.

This marks the appearance of Angelique, whom I hope to see more of. I'm a bit annoyed with the whole "princess" thing, but that's because we seem to once again be forgetting about Leviathan, Lord of the Labyrinth and I very much would like to see Leviathan, Lord of the Labyrinth make another appearance before the fucking Hulu movie. Kay? Kay.

Flash to cursed descendent John Merchant who plays the role of discount Ivo Shandor. There's some cool stuff here, but I think the primary takeaway from any of the "present day" scenes is that... HOLY SHIT! THAT'S THE KID FROM THE SHINING (the mini-series)!!

The two security guards, well, their scene was fun. Their brutal disfigurement would have made John Kramer proud: can I see that enacted in a Saw movie? Please? Their post-Cenobitical forme is also cool, and contributes to a fairly amusing kill.

Star of the show, of course, is the Xenomorph Dog Expy, the nail-headed Hell Priest's pet, the Chattering Beast! I love this thing! It's such a fun design, even if I absolutely have to accept that its existence doesn't exactly make the most sense. No cares given- I am a simple beast: I see demonic doggo, I like.

The main framing device is that the Lemarchand history is told by a future year 21XY (because I didn't bother to care what the actual given year was) descendent, whose purpose is to close the gates to hell opened by the original Lemarchand Box.

Question: how does everyone in these films correctly deduce that the Lemarchand Box is in fact capable of acting as a Cenobite Storage Cube? Why is the Lemarchand Box a fucking PokéBall?? It's NOT a storage unit, it's a fucking key! Can one of these sequels get this right, please??

So, in the year 2525 (resist, I cannot), I'm forced to compare this movie to Critters 4 (fun fact, Critters 3 is the proud owner of the "Introducing Leonardo Dicaprio" credit), this is not a good thing. I'm also forced to compare it to Event Horizon, which is a very good thing. I'm a sucker for space horror; it's one of my guilty pleasures.

This really feels like there are ideas that could work, very well, but their execution is poor. Unlike Hell on Earth, I feel like there was an effort to make a damn weird movie. I certainly didn't have Hellraiser in Space on my bingo card, not this early in the series.

Hey, I just want to say, I've never actually seen one of these in the wild, so I'm very happy to present to you, The Smithee:

I think there's so many things this movie was just not long enough to explore as well as it could. I might do a bit of digging and see if perhaps there are any deleted scenes available. If I can find the screenplay, I'm sure it will flesh out some of the weaker elements here.

This isn't quite as top-notch as the first two (general rule, for any franchise: sequels always suck- yes, there are exceptions, but on principle, a series which runs more than three films will usually be garbage very quickly), but it was at the very least, enjoyable. Next up, Inferno, which I'm guessing will once again deny me an appearance of Leviathan, Lord of the Labyrinth.

Give me the giant spinning woomf-woomf octahedron of torment, dammit!

[midwinterblinder]

Will you help me: Chapter 20 Betrayal

A/N: I'm so sorry this took forever. I lost all inspiration to write after some personal stuff happened. I didn't tag anyone because it's been so long I wasn't sure the people I used to tag were still interested. It's a little shorter than other chapters, but that's because I'm just trying to get back into the swing of things.

Esme and Y/N watch in shock as the policemen take Freddie away. Polly takes a moment to comfort Ada, but she can’t ignore her anger for long. Before the other women fully realise what’s happening she’s opening the door and is ready to storm outside. “Polly wait!” Y/N calls out. The situation is bad enough as it is, there’s no need for Polly to make it worse by attacking Tommy.

“No!” Polly exclaims when she sees Y/N stand up. “He promised Freddie could come and he broke that promise!” She adds before she walks out the door.

Y/N hopelessly looks from the door to Ada as she contemplates what to do when Esme speaks up. “Go.” Esme tells Y/N. “I’ll stay with her.”

*****

Tommy is standing at the bar drinking a glass of whiskey while Grace cleans and John and Arthur sing in the private room. “You want me to open that champagne now?” Grace asks with a smile.

Tommy doesn’t get a chance to respond as the door slams open and Polly barges in. “It’s a boy.” She says and Tommy turns to face her with a smile at the news, but then he sees the look on her face as she barges towards him. Polly is ready to hit him and he only just manages to takes her wrists in his hands before she makes contact.

John and Arthur come into the main area of the bar. “Pol? Polly.” Tommy tries to calm her down, confusion written on his face as he tries to understand why she’s so angry. Behind Polly he notices that the door opens again and Y/N steps inside. She looks like she ran all the way to the pub.

John and Arthur manage to grab hold of Polly and pull her away from Tommy as Y/N watches the scene unfold from her position by the door. “But the police came and took his father away.” Polly tells him angrily. “Don’t you dare look at me like that.” She spits out when Tommy looks at her in surprise.

He has no idea what’s going on, he doesn’t know what to say. His mouth is slightly open and he breaths heavily as he tries to think of a way to convince her of his innocence. Polly sends him another filthy look as she pulls out of John and Arthur’s hold. She spits on the ground by his feet. “You liar.” She says as she turns around to walk away, roughly bumping her shoulder into Y/N’s before she leaves.

As she walks away Tommy continues to stare at the door in astonishment as he tries to get his breathing under control. Y/N was already pretty sure that Tommy wasn’t the one who called the police, he wouldn’t do that to Ada, and the look on his face confirms it. Tommy didn’t do this, which means someone betrayed the Blinders.

Y/N’s eyes are pulled away from Tommy when she sees Grace move slowly to the back room, like she’s trying not to draw anyone’s attention, and suddenly everything falls into place. Grace was the only one outside the family who knew Freddie would come to see Ada tonight and the Garrison has a phone, a phone Grace had insisted on getting.

Y/N has to make a split second decision. She can stop and confront Grace now, or she can let her walk out of here and tell Tommy so he can deal with her later. She decides on the latter. Grace will think no one suspects her and come back in for work tomorrow. By then Y/N is sure Tommy will have come up with a plan.

By the time she comes to that decision Tommy has somewhat regained his composure and looks at Y/N. He fears that she believes he betrayed Freddie as well, because she’s not even looking at him, but then her eyes meet his and they soften slightly. “I swear I have no idea how this happened.” He tells her. Meanwhile, Arthur and John grumble as they move into the private room to get their coats before they decide to head out. They don’t really want to be in the middle of whatever conversation is about to occur.

Y/N waits for the door to close behind Arthur and John before she speaks up. “I know.” She says to Tommy as she walks closer to him. “You wouldn’t do that to Ada.” She adds as she stops in front of him and takes hold of his hand.

He lets out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding and presses his forehead to hers. His eyes fall closed as he lets the relief wash over him. She knew he wouldn’t do something like this. Even after all this time, after everything he’s done, she still sees the good in him.

They stand like that for a few minutes as Tommy tries to come to terms with Y/N’s seemingly unshakeable belief in him even when his own family thinks of him as the villain. Meanwhile Y/N searches through her memories for all the things she has noticed about Grace that don’t add up. “I think I know who did it.” She eventually whispers.

Tommy’s eyes open and he pulls away slightly so he can look at her. A confused frown on his face as he wonders who Y/N might suspect. Y/N lets go of Tommy’s hand and steps closer to the bar where Grace left her purse. She must have forgotten it when she snuck out. “Grace?” Tommy asks as he sees Y/N pick up the barmaid’s purse.

“I think so.” Y/N says as she turns around to face him again. “She was the only one outside of the family who knew Freddie would be at the house tonight, and she’s the one who insisted on getting a phone in the pub.” She explains and the confusion slowly disappears from Tommy’s face as the pieces begin to fall into place. “It would explain why her references were fake and why she wears clothes and jewellery that are far too expensive for a barmaid.” Y/N goes on. “And why she has a gun in her purse.” She carefully pulls Grace’s gun from to purse and holds it out to Tommy.

“She’s a spy.” Tommy mutters as he takes the gun from Y/N’s hands. “I can’t believe I didn’t see it before.” He shakes his head at his own stupidity. “She came into town at the same time as Campbell, I should’ve known that was suspicious.”

“You can’t blame yourself for this, Tom.” Y/N assures him as she steps closer en places a hand on his arm. “She fooled all of us.”

[literaryslapshot]

happy new year from sYdney, aus! (Lmao i’m a loser who will never get over that)

i was scrolling thru ur sidney crosby stuff (bc this man has me GRIPPED I’m so embarrassed and obsessed) and I saw some of the teacher!reader stuff and I know most ppl default to like…teacher of young kids but please consider - high school teacher!reader

like yes reader is younger (I’m still thinking of ur age gap!sidney oh lord) but she’s been teaching high schoolers for nearly a decade now. so what if ur 36 and 180cm and a professional goon athlete on the ice. so what if ur shorter than literally all of sid’s teammates. hs teacher!reader has a presence and you WILL listen to her when she tells a room full of adrenaline fuelled hockey players to stop throwing their nasty underarmour clothing at each other for 5 seconds so you can all finish your damn gatorade and HYDRATE, evgeni, you think kidney stones are a joke, do you? or just giving someone the Teacher Look when they’re being a bit too sassy or just casually slotting in to help Dana in the equipment room.

dealing with the media? easy as pie - they’ve got nothing on private school parents who don’t understand why little johnny isn’t in the top class, he just needs to be challenged and extended, don’t you understand that’s why he doesn’t do anything in class, because he’s bored, he’s actually VERY capable! (sidney was shell shocked with a fear boner the first time he hears the tail end of your phone convo to a parent - “unfortunately mr x, i have yet to see any evidence of this, so our decision stands. Have a good day now :)”

the whole hockey schedule? oh lord, reader is a professional at timetable management, don’t you even worry. She’s an excellent coordinator (yes, a shared and colour coded google calendar for her and sidney’s relationship) she understands how both their schedules can be insane, but most importantly understands the importance of work-life balance and setting boundaries for yourself! she helps pull sidney out of his head, reminding him that it’s just as important to take care of himself if he wants to keep taking care of others. she reminds him that it’s okay to be a little bit selfish, and really, that it’s not actually selfish at all to admit to another person how tired and frustrated you are, or to talk about things from years past that you thought you’d gotten over, but no, really, you just buried it for the sake of your team and career.

the whole public persona/reputation vs privacy thing? she totally gets it and understands sidney’s need first privacy. hell, that’s why she so fucking tech savvy - she knows ALL the tips and tricks to keep her socials locked away from prying student and parent eyes. It sparks this sense of safety and security in sidney? like he knows for sure that his privacy is protected, and that he trusts reader so much not to accidentally or not take advantage of his fame and fortune?

uhhhh anyway sidney being in shock-scared-and-horny-awe at your absolute confidence, breadth of knowledge, and commanding yet calm presence despite your age and (comparatively) tiny size. sidney discovers he has a competency kink when you accidentally use your teacher voice on him bc he keeps trying to distract you with kisses and cuddles while ur trying to finish off some marking. like, you stare at him over the top of your glasses and go “sidney crosby, you’ve got two choices right now - you can sit down on the couch in silence and wait literally 10 minutes, or, if you want to continue as you are, one of us is going to sleep in the guest room tonight, so let’s make good choices now, eh?”

he sheepishly goes to the couch and waits for you to sit in his lap after u’re done so you can pepper his shy lil face with kisses, calling him a “ridiculous boy” with such fondness in ur voice it makes him giggle

omg stop i LOVE THIS!!!!!!!

[kny-agere]

Your writing is amazing <3!

Could I request cg!Giyuu and little!Obanai? They’re just really cute!

The situation could be something like: Obanai is stressed out from a particularly difficult fight with a demon, and Giyuu helps him cope when he regresses(preferably with cuddles!) and generally fluffy stuff!

No pressure though! Only do what you feel comfortable doing! <3

I’m not very good at writing the two of them together :( but I hope you enjoy anyways

★彡☆彡★彡

“Are you hurt?” Giyuu isn’t very good at getting along with Iguro. He doesn’t know why but it’s like there’s a wall between them.

Case in point, the shorter man immediately hisses, “I’m fine. What would you do about anyways?” He turns away with a (presumed) grimace.

A tense silence envelopes the two as they walk towards the abandoned cabin they’re using as a base. Tomioka keeps staring at Iguro as if he can prompt the man to like him. He tries to think of something else to say that might disturb the painful silence but nothing else comes to mind. He doesn’t talk much with the other pillars, and if they do it’s mostly because his companion is the one prompting the conversation.

But the walk goes by quickly. The mission was simple and probably didn’t need two hashira to complete it but Ubuyashiki sometimes paired up higher members to “act as a display of togetherness within the corps.” So after killing a lower moon for the nth time they returned to the cold house in a few short moments.

It was unlikely that either would be called out on another mission tonight so both got out their futons and rolled them onto the creaking wood. The old house was stable enough to offer protection from the wild wind and keep the inside somewhat warm. Giyuu remembers frigid missions where he’d been forced to curl up next to another corps member so they wouldn’t freeze during the night.

He thinks that if that happened with Iguro he’d be smothered in his sleep. That might still happen even now. He wouldn’t put it past Kaburamaru to kill on his master’s behalf (is the snake even venomous? He’s not sure).

Tomioka’s futon is already spread evenly across the floor while Obanai struggles

to lay his out properly. The older man feels bad simply observing and loosens his lips. “Would you like some help?”

“No.”

“Is your shoulder ok?” Obanai’s only been using one arm to position the blankets, hence his difficulty.

The man turns around with a fire in his eyes. “I said I’m fine!”

“Right… sorry.”

When he doesn’t get a response Giyuu turns his back and tucks himself into his futon. He tries not to focus on the noises of Iguro trying to complete the laying of the fabric. It stretches on for a few painful minutes until the younger finally lays down. The room fills with the uncomfortable noises of heavy breathing that struggles to fade into sleep.

—-

Giyuu has trained himself to sleep lightly, most demon slayers have. When little sniffles and sobs start in the middle of the night he’s easily startled awake. Of course he doesn’t jolt awake, instead he opens his eyes slowly and tries to gather himself.

He moves with the silence built into his bones. Slowly sitting up his eyes move about the dark room.

To his left Iguro is curled up and sobbing into his pillow. Kaburamaru is trying to… comfort (seems like the right word) the boy. He clutches his shoulder which is held at an awkward angle and definitely dislocated. It won’t hurt him too much in the long run but is still an unpleasant experience.

He doesn’t offer anything this time, knowing it’ll just be turned away. Instead he moves slowly to place a gentle hand on Iguro’s side. He doesn’t even get a reaction. Completely consumed by distress the boy can’t offer any words.

Slowly Giyuu lifts Iguro up and lays him agaist his own chest. Kaburamaru moves gracefully up his master’s good arm and winds around Tomioka’s shoulders. He strips the boy, has to go carefully over his delicate shoulder that’s warm and swollen.

“This is going to hurt.” And that’s all the warning that’s given before Tomioka pops the joint back into place.

What follows is an anguished cry like Obanai has been shot. His sobs are slightly muffled through his mouth wrappings, which stay in even while he sleeps. There’s two stains from drool and probably snot which makes Giyuu wish he could wipe the boy’s face but he’d throw a fit at any attempt to even touch the bandages.

So for now he cradles Iguro’s back and rocks him while he cries. He finds strange warmth in the way the younger’s slim hands wrap into his sleeping clothes. The feeling of Obanai wanting to be close to him is a strange one. Kaburamaru even winds part of his body back over to his owner, threading the two men together.

Tomioka sits there for some time, cradling his companion and occasionally rubbing the sore muscles on his shoulder. It’s so late it’s early, the sun beginning to cast a pale yellow over the ground. Though it can barely peak through the houses walls as thin as they are. On a normal day he’d begin to prepare himself for Kanzaburo’s call, but Iguro’s cries have finally faded away and his eyes have shut. With the way the boy is positioned against his chest it’s easy to fall back into the futon while Obanai remains curled against him. The feeling of smooth hair and small hands is enough to pull him asleep too.

[adolin]

Idk how long F1 seasons are, but i've heard they're much shorter than nascar's. NASCAR has 38 races, 36 of which are for points (the other two are exhibition), if i'm remembering right. We race February-November every weekend, usually Sundays for Cup. There are I think 2 weeks off during all that time. Don't ask me when though because I can never remember.

But a driver must race in every race to be eligible to win the championship. You can get waivers if you were sick, had an injury, or experienced extenuating circumstances out of your control. (There's some Controversy related to that coming up soon for Kyle Larson, so we'll see if that definition changes)

Anyways. Our pit stops are different in that there are two tire changers, one jackman, one fueler, and one person who's only allowed to do the tear-off and give/take stuff for the driver (ie water, cough drops, very rarely a snack (under caution or red flag only!)).

That's it! So the crew has to race around the car if they're doing a four-tire pitstop. As a result, our record I believe is 8.6sec for four tires and fuel (I know it's by Christopher Bell. Might have been improved in the last few weeks, idk).

Before we went to single lugnuts a good stop was around 12 seconds I think? That's 5 little lugs per tire, same amount of crew members.

Every other series (highest to lowest: xfinity, truck, ARCA) still does those 5 lugs, I suspect because they're more inexperienced so if they go too soon the tire won't fall off entirely, since they will have a significantly more difficult time maintaining control of their vehicle.

Also, the vehicles can get into each other and even the wall and still be in the race (and potentially in contention)! From what i've seen f1 is not like that.

I forget if i've said, but nascar has a nascar 101 thing on their site that is pretty solid.

(If I hadn't told you my dad's name I wouldn't be on anon lol but) I hope you enjoy nascar! They have a bunch of races in their entirety on youtube. I'm not sure how recently they go, but avoid the races at the LA Coliseum and the 2024 Coke 600.

Nascar also has stages, which A. awards drivers points who are in the top 10

B. Bunches the drivers back up so the best driver has to be able to stay in the front with the competition near, and can't just drive away with it

C. Gives the audience two guaranteed pee breaks in the race

Okay. Now i'm going to go to bed. I've been writing this ask for an hour 😬

OKAY THANK YOU FOR ALL OF THIS! By contrast — you're right that F1 has a lot fewer races; there currently are 24 on the calendar, which is a record, and most drivers/teams complain that it's too much. A lot of the stress of too many races is due to the travel, which means spending hours and hours on planes for the whole travelling crew, accounting for timezone differences, and now I'm curious how the NASCAR calendar is structured in terms of which race comes after another — like, are they geographically close or do they go back and forth from one circuit to another? brb, I'm going to look it up.

I'm taking a leap of faith and checking out a nascar race tonight, I think it's the Cup Series? (I don't have prime but it's on my go-to sports streaming site opp) I don't foresee myself getting involved emotionally but I need something to watch in the background during no football season