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Everybody wish me luck on the Apartment plan because if we get it my cousin and I are going to turn the spare bedroom into a room to do physical art, and I have the best Idea for a GIANT painting.
I want to paint Bo and Vincent as Icarus (one of those paintings where you can flip it upside down and it will be right side up of the other character); they’ll each have one wing.
I want to layer wax on the canvas to sculpt the wings three dimensionally.
It will be the greatest physical art undertaking I’ve ever done, and I’m so excited to try that it feels like my rib cage is vibrating lol
(When I do a digital sketch of the painting concept I will post it here)
RIP me if we get that apartment because I am 100% going to get too much into mixed media paint and wax art when I actually have space to experiment. I used to drip red wax like “blood” over certain art pieces, but I haven’t created physical art in so long. My child is starting school next year so I will have 8 hours a day to work on my various arts and I am going to SPIRAL. I can’t wait. Præy Villain Era. I want to order a hoodie with pictures of that painting printed on the sleeves. Maybe brambles embroidered around the wrists to represent Bo’s scars. OOH I COULD DO THAT ON THE ACTUAL PAINTING SCULPTED IN WAX. Ahhhhhh I am excited.
#mypost#god I am so fucking excited#I hope we get that apartment#I’ll never forget the last time my cousin and I had an apartment(we grew up almost like siblings; they are my best friend)#they came home from work one day to see that I had covered my ENTIRE FACE in candle wax (I had NOT seen House of Wax; that was just my behav#and I just fucking SMILED AT THEM AND THE MASK CRACKED AND IT WAS THE CREEPIEST FUCKING THING#I was very pleased with myself#yesterday my cousin said that if a S/O did that to Bo he’d be so fucking scared that Vincent decided to kill them until they fucking smiled#and I’m like ‘And then he would yell for an hour about how that was NOT fucking okay’#We both have very bad Sinclair BRAINROT right now#they said that Vincent would be like ‘Why the fuck did you waste my wax??’
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one off mind miyayuu cover embraces me sweetly and snaps my neck just as i get comfortable
#ONE SIDED GAME IS SOLUTION?#WASTING TIME IS SOLUTION?#THIS IS MY SOLUTION.#me trying not to say the weirdest creepiest things about people im a fan of . Im sory/#not actively suicidal tshirt#song ab suicide motives me to suicide#God i want to shove this song up my !*^#its not ab anyone else but me... SO FUCKING TRUE KILL YOURSELF#kys nanashi hachiya kys miyashita yuu#lets all kill ourselfs together#(most sane miyayuu fan)#THIS SONG IS SO FICKOING GOOD#IM JUMPING OFF A CLIFF BYE#sighs.#talks#ask to tag#☆ apollo singing
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Can I get more horndog Nikto pls? Like Nikto legit wanting the reader every way emotionally and physically, becoming territorial of them, and the reader doesn't take him seriously because they don't wanna be another conquest. Sad horny boi lol
HORNDOG!NIKTO FOR MY NIKTO GIRLS.
- He is jealous, it’s pretty much in his Slavic dna to be, so once you show him a bit of affection without strings attached, he gets territorial. Nikto does a lot of questionable things to ensure the recruits know you’re off limits. From standing really close to you no matter what you’re doing at that moment, to literally pressing himself against your body like a horny dog. The creepiest thing he’s done was probably standing in a corner, intensively watching you read from afar. Recruits would get scared about coming to you for advice because he was there, awkwardly staring and they would get chills (he’s just so silly!).
- The first time Nikto got to know your sweet side was when you made biscuits for the barracks and decided to bring some to him too. He was not the type to hang around the base, so having such sweet little thing like you come and knock on his door with a bag of biscuits was very surprising and suspecting on his side. He found you hot, there was no denying, so having many other instances where you would do something for him without asking anything in exchange was starting to grow onto him. You always brushed it off, how possessive he began to be about you, thinking he was just an awkward adult that didn’t get to learn proper socialization, and well part of that was true. You kept brushing his affections off, he was like that and nothing could change him. You knew he liked women, too much for your own good, and part of you did not want to end up as another conquest.
- Many times he grew frustrated of you, because no matter how many signs he gave, you always seemed to not understand, or maybe not care at all. He would touch you, press himself into you, sweet talk to you, yet all you would do is pat his head and crack a joke, continuing with your duties and leaving him there, by himself, contemplating weather he should just give up and leave you be. And truth is he was close to leave you be many times.
- What he didn’t know was that you kinda felt the same, you always found in Nikto a safe place, from the instance you joined KorTac he was always there, sure he was as hard as a rock at the beginning, but you made your way into the small remains of his cold, broken heart. It started strangely, you’ve seen him alone once, back laid on the side of a small balcony, while his gaze was lost into nothingness. It hit you, how he was never around, he was never with the boys, never made attempts to make friends, and part of you knew he was afraid, afraid of scaring anyone. Truth is recruits always feared him, even if he never gave them a reason to. The only person he would get along with was König, and occasionally you’d see him in Horangi’s or Kreuger’s company. His mask was most of the times on, and you started to pity him. Such a poor, lonely man. God knows the last time he felt the warm touch of a woman, and not the touch you feel when the only thing you do is fuck, because he did not lack intercourse in his life, but the loving touch of a woman genuinely caring about him? That’s a whole different story.
- You started small, afraid of coming off too clingy. You brought him biscuits, you always made sure to carry a bottle of water at practice, knowing he would always drink a lot and would remain without one lot of times. You’d pass him your bottle and he’d thank you, almost shyly if you squint. You’d bring his clothes to his room from the drier, your excuse being that you were already there so why not, you’d cook for him sometimes too, well not really, it was just that you accidentally poured too much of this or too much of that and being alone on the base you didn’t want it to go to waste, excuses on excuses that were always working. You always thought he was a bit too silly to understand what you were actually doing, and you were right. He just thought you were constantly friend zoning him.
- It was difficult once he actually accepted what you were giving to him and he wanted more. Ignoring him when he got too needy, when he was too close, when he made advances and all you could do was joke or excuse yourself to another room. Truth is you were scared too because what has started as a small act of kindness towards a lonely teammate, became a lot more, and you didn’t know how to handle it.
- One particular night brought out all the hidden emotions. Coming from a mission was always the best time of the year, week, month, it was just the best time, not only because you were alive, but because you could finally rest and turn your brain off. Well for Nikto it was a yes no situation, he was happy to be alive but coming at the base where he would be ‘confined’ again due to his loneliness, was not something he was dreadful about. This time was just too much, and after what felt like hours of contemplation he just went for it. A soft knock on your door late into the night awakened you, not that you were particularly deep into sleep, since the arrival time from the mission was not long ago, but it woke you up, and you opened, for some reason finding yourself in front of who you actually expected to come. Nikto stayed still, admiring you for a bit, just for you to grab his hand and pull him into the room. You didn’t care anymore, after almost loosing him this many times of the battlefield the only thing you wanted to do was hug him. And you did, he dreamed about this moment for months, and it came so unexpected yet so sweet. The night was spent between kisses and hugs, late talks between two people that were too afraid to fall asleep because of the fear of this all being a dream.
- Actually labeling your relationship with Nikto changes many dynamics. He gets bolder definitely, he’s more secure and shows off more. Being in a relationship with him is giving him access to your privacy also, and he makes sure he takes advantage of it. He shamelessly ravages your panty drawer, sneaks up on you in the common showers, after gym becomes a gig where you’re trying to run and shower and he’s after you saying how hot you look right now and how you should let him bring you to his room first. Sex is something utterly surprising for you, you would’ve not given him half the credits he actually deserved, because he does know how to please you, and he’s avid with it. He’ll be a dog for you, waiting and begging and pleading until you give it to him.
- Ride his face he LOVES it, just use him as your personal seat and he’s cumming in his pants no lie. He’s a sucker for your pleasure, also a big voyeur, he tried to fuck you many times in the main hall, or in the showers, he once succeeded in the kitchen, and oh boy you could not look into the eyes of some of your female colleagues for a week straight. Nikto is always eager to try something new, that’s because he finally has you, his woman, and prefers to do with you all the things he never got to experience. He always told himself that he’d prefer waiting to do certain things only with the woman of his dreams, and there you were finally, ready to let him fuck you up, or the other way around.
- When I call Nikto a dog is because I mean it. The utter loyalty this man has for you is something straight out some romance movie. You’ll start to notice how his eyes are always on you, no matter the surroundings, no matter the circumstances, and the utterly look of an enamored man he gives you always succeeds to make you weak in the knees. He is avid, lustful, borderline possessive about you, like a feral dog that’s protecting the only thing that he ever got to call ‘his’. And don’t get off the birth control, because he brings to the bedroom each and every ounce of possessiveness he shows outside.
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And they were roommates. 1-4
Summary: Your roommate comes to save you from a bad date and ends up saving your whole night.
Pairing: FemReader x Jason Todd
Words: 3.9k
Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY, choking, teasing, swearing, praise, asshole men, drinking, plot? whos she?, Friends to lovers, Roommates!AU, Jason is the hood but his roommate has no idea. Mean names for mean men.
AN: OMG they were roommates. Soft Jason is getting me through my days right now.
Edit: Apparently I need to put numbers on theses, because I live in this world now and as of right now there are 2 more chapters in my drafts.
“Hey roomie, what's up?” Jason's voice is somehow the only thing calming you down as you cower in the stall of the ladies room. This was supposed to be a nice date, the guy was a doctor for fucks sake. But if he isn't the creepiest guy, with the worst vibes in the world, you'd eat your own shoe.
Shit, how are you going to tell Jason that you’re an idiot. The smart thing to do would’ve been to call Cass or Steph, but you’re not quite sure how they would react. Jason on the other hand, you know he will come. He might be one of the biggest assholes you know, but he’s got a soft spot for you. He did let you move in with him after you got kicked out of your last place and well, you panicked. So now here you are hiding in the bathroom, calling your massive roommate to come rescue you because you're terrified of what's going to happen when you turn this guy down.
“Princess? You there? Are you alright? You're breathing kind of heavy.”
“Jay, I need you to come get me.”
“That bad huh?”
“Yes, please. Were at-”
“I know where you are. Give me ten minutes.”
“Thanks,” you end the call. Ten minutes ok. You can wait ten minutes. You've just got dessert left. That should give Jason plenty of time to show up and you can just say Jay will give you a ride home and that will be that. No worries.
5 minutes to go, you think as Dr fuckin douchebag, stands from the table. “I can't wait for you to see my apartment I just got the new-” Blah Blah Blah.......Fuck does he ever shut up? you think. Your eyes stay focused on the door. Maybe you could go back and hide in the bathroom until Jason gets here?
Shit, he's staring. Did he ask you a question? Who cares? You stand up peeking down at the message on your phone.
“1 minute away.”
Thank all the fucking gods for Jason Todd. You follow Dr douche outside, onto the busy street. His gross hand on your back makes you recoil into another passer-by. "Sorry, ma'am,"
"It's ok dear," the old lady says, brushing past you with her groceries, "are you ok?"
“Yeah, thanks.” You say sincerely, hearing the echo of Jason's bike from down the street. Any second now.
“Don't worry about that old bitch. She needs to watch where she’s going,” Dr douche says, “my car is this way,” he starts to direct you. But you stand in place, he looks at you with his brow furrowed, “this is Chanel,” he points at his coat, “I need to get inside before it rains. Lets go.”
You just stare at him. Completely flabbergasted. Where the fuck is Jay? The Doctor reaches for you but you take a step back. “I think I'll walk home,”
“Don't be ridiculous, I can drive us back to my house.”
“Nah I'm good,”
“What! I buy you this expensive dinner and nothing? Typical fucking female.”
“The lady said she's good,” a gruff voice comes from behind you before an arm wraps around your shoulder. You lean back into the touch, letting out a deep breath.
“And who the fuck are you?” Dr D-bag shouts.
“Ready to go Princess?” Jay asks, handing you his spare helmet. You nod in response and Jason turns to lead you back to his bike when he suddenly stops. Turning around so fast you don't know what's happened until you see Dr douche on the ground cradling his face. “Fucking prick. Keep your hands off me,” Jason sneers over at him. “You ok?” he asks, as you step away from Dr D-bag who’s still shouting obscenities at you both.
“Yeah good, can we go home now?”
“Right this way Princess.”
Xxx
“So what happened?” Jason asks when you walk through the door of your shared apartment. He’d be silent the whole way home and you’re not certain if it’s because you wouldn’t be able to hear over his motorcycle or if he was trying to calm himself down. He was gripping the handles of the bike so tight you thought they might snap off.
“You saw him. He was awful. Nearly dragging me back to his house wasn’t even the worst of the things he did. Sure, the not letting me get a word in bugged me, but when he started talking about OUR plans for the future I knew I needed an out.”
“That’s gross. But what I don’t understand is-” he pauses as if thinking over his response, “Why call me?”
“I ah-” you're not really sure what to say or why he's so shocked that you would.
“Noone ever calls me for help. You must be out of your mind,”
“I didn't know who else to call,”
“Dick, Steph, Cassie. Geeze I even thought you’d call the demon spawn before me.”
“I panicked and well, I knew you'd come.”
“Because I have no life?”
“No, because even though you're a jerk sometimes there's a reason you let me move in here when I was desperate.”
“Because you're hot?”
“No, because we're friends. You like me,” you tease,”you think I'm cool.”
“Not true.”
“Liar.”
“I would not.” he dramatically rolls his eyes at you.
You ignore him, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of wine. With a little jump, you sit yourself on the kitchen counter and take a swig. Jason throws his favourite jacket off onto one of the stools, leaning himself next to you on the counter. He stares up at you, like he’s still very confused about why you called him instead of one of the others. The favourites, but he doesn't want to push you.
“May I?” he asks and you recall the dozens of other times you have sat like this together. So much easier and equal when his face is in line with yours and his massive frame isn’t hulking over you.
“For my rescuer? You can have as much wine as you want,” you smile, handing him the bottle.
“Rescuer, I like that. Though I am wondering why you went out with him in the first place.”
“He seemed fine when we were texting. But-”
“He wasn't.”
“Exactly. And honestly I'm so pent up that if he wasn't such a walking red flag, I probably would have gone home with him.”
“Asshole is lucky I only hit him,” he mutters under his breath, “Should’ve at least stabbed him a little,”
“Enough about him. What are we going to do tonight?”
“I could call Roy and Artemis, we could go to the club? We could prowl the streets to find this guy and I'll hit him again for good measure? Or we could stay in, do a girls night?”
“Dancing does sound good, but I'm not really in the mood for other people right now.” You slide further down the counter, before flopping onto the floor, “mogjt I wntd t gt ld tdy,” you mumble into your arm.
“What was that? You’re mumbling,”
“I said!” You shout, “MOSTLY I JUST WANTED TO GET LAID!” Jay peers down at you, his eyes going wide and a tiny bit of shock on his face. “But apparently I'm picky and gross. No one I ever want, wants me.”
“Hey, I won't have you saying shit like that,” he bends down in front of you, his hand firm on your chin. You want to look at him but you can feel the shame on your face. “Eyes on me, Princess.”
“I can't,”
“You can. Come on now, just look at me.” You slowly raise your gaze until your eyes meet his. “There you are, now tell me about your problem.”
“My problem is being so horny I feel like I'm gonna burst.” you admit, “So, not so much a problem as an inconvenience.”
“That’s a really big one,” He says leaning back on his heels, “do you want my help?”
“What?!” you say, very taken aback by his offer.
“I said,” he stays where he is giving you room to think. But you know how fast he can move when he wants to, “Do you want my help?”
“I -” Shit, you can feel all your conflicting emotions swirling around in your head. Sure Jay is kind, sweet even. But he can be such an jerk. Is he going to hold this over you? Bring it up all the time? Is it going to change your friendship? You admit you always had a tiny bit of curiosity about what it would be like, how he would taste, what his big strong arms would feel like wrapped around you. But would this change everything? Would it be better or worse?
“Last time I'm going to ask Princess, you want my help or not? We can just sit and watch a movie or something.” he throws his head back towards the couch, “Clocks ticking, better decide fast.” He smirks, pulling away slightly like he’s about to get up and leave.
“Yes,” the word whispers on your lips.
“Going to need you to say that a bit louder, Princess.” He teases, watching you intently.
“Yes, Jason. I would like your help,”
“Good girl,” he takes your face in his two hands, pulling you into him. His lips meet yours and it's like nothing you've ever felt before. The sweet wine on his breath, his calloused thumbs brush along your cheek, his lips firm while not consuming. It's a great fucking kiss.
“Are you sure about this?” You ask when he stops to take a breath.
“Second guessing yourself already Princess? Coz we can stop. This is all it could be, just a kiss between friends.” He bites down on his bottom lip, his eyes raking over you in the tight red dress you'd worn for your date. “Be a shame, but we can stop.”
You take him in, the grey sweats that just cling to his thighs. The black tee that looks like it's been painted on and those beautiful curls that have gone all frizzy from his helmet.
“Yes”
“Yes you want to stop.” he confirms, backing away.
“Yes, I want to keep going.”
He smiles so wide at that, “then get up,” he wraps an arm around you hugging you close to his body, “I'm not about to fuck you on the floor.” Your legs bind around him, even though you know he isn't about to drop you, “see now isn't that better?”
“Much.”
“Love this dress by the way,” his fingers graze along the underside of your thigh, “Red looks good on you,” he carries you down the hall. Stopping when he reaches your opposite doors, his eyes glancing between the two, “Yours or mine?”
“Mine.”
“Damn, was hoping I'd get to smell you on my sheets tomorrow.”
“Maybe next time,”
“Oh,” he raises his brow, “going to be a next time is there?”
“If you're lucky,” you wink.
“Well, I’m shit outa luck.” he jokes as he takes a seat on the edge of your bed, placing you on his lap. His hand drift’s closer and closer to your pussy. “Maybe I don't need luck,” he kisses into your shoulder, “maybe I can convince you based on pure talent.”
“That's a big maybe,” you squirm rubbing yourself down into his groin,
“Not for me,” he hooks his knees under yours, spreading you open for him, his mouth dangerously close to your ear. His nose brushes along your neck, his fingers matching the movement on your inner thigh.
His other hand reaches around, massaging your tits. A quick swipe of his fingers over your panties, you hide your face, knowing what he's going to find. “Fuck, you're wet already,” his finger slip up, moving your panties to the side as he dips his fingers into your wetness.
You let out a small moan, his fingers feel so intense, slowly drifting up and down your pussy lips. You start to squirm aching to have them inside of you. “Jason please,”
“You want my fingers princess?”
“Yes, shit that feels so good.” His hand rises from your tits circling your neck. His other hand moves your thighs up, your feet landing on his knees and making you fall further back unto him,
“That's a good girl, spread open for me. I got you,” he says when he feels you tense, “relax into me.”
You let your muscles go loose, your hands wrapping around his huge biceps as he brings his free hand closer to where you need him. His hand slips into the band of your panties, ripping them from you and in seconds his hand is back on you.
“Shit, can’t believe you’re so wet already. Do I turn you on Princess?” His voice teasing as his middle finger presses onto you. “Slides in so nice,” he presses it deeper, “fuck, I can feel you clenching on on it already,”
“Jason,” you thrust your hips up, “move your hand,” you reach down, pressing your hand ontop of his.
“Oh, like this,” he pulls his finger out, then puts two back in, “Show me how you like it Princess,”
“Yeah,” you moan, “like that,” guiding his fingers, exactly how you like it.
“That’s it, show me how to make you cum,” he moans, his stubble grazing your cheek as he peers over your shoulder to watch you, “You like that? How about this?” he tilts his head, lips sucking on your shoulder, his thumb moving how you're directing it while his fingers fuck into you.
“Yeah, that's amazing,” you move your hips in time with his thrusts noting the hardness growing under your ass. Relishing in the soft nip of his teeth as they graze up your neck. His other hand reaches round, slipping under your dress and pinching at your nipple.
“That's it, take it from me.” He moans in your ear, “take your pleasure from my hand Princess.” Your hips start to buck, your knees shake from trying to get his fingers deeper and deeper inside you. You feel a surge inside and suddenly your legs collapse, your feet tingle and your head falls back right into his shoulder.
“Jay, that was-” you're lost for words as you stare up at him with only half your brain left.
“Fuck, you made such pretty sounds, let's see of I can get some more,” his hands tighten on the bottom of your dress, tugging the material over your head and throwing it onto the floor. The chill of the night hair hits you and sends goosebumps all over your skin.
You're still basking in your post cum haze when he flips you. Landing on your hands and knees and before you can even ask what he's doing his face is on your pussy.
“I just have to, if this is the only time. I want it all,” his tongue thrust's into you, licking all of that sweet cum from inside you. “Fuck you taste so good,” he moans, the vibration of his voice sending jolts of pleasure through your body. “So fuckin hot when you twitch, Princess,” His fingers thrust back into you as he sucks down on your clit.
“FuucK Jay, yeah like that,” you quiver, over-stimulated from your first orgasms. You press your ass into his face and he growls in response, grabbing you by the hips to force you even closer.
“That's it Princess, fuck yourself into my face. Give me all-” he stops, staring up at you in awe, “are you going to cum again?”
“Yes, so close.”
“Fuck, you must've needed this. So pent up, just needed a real man go take care of you,” his fingers work faster his whole arm wrapping under your hips to keep you upright. “So fucking delicious,”
“Yes Jay, yes I need to-”
“Cum then. Cum on my face,” his words muddled by how well he is eating you right now
“Jason fuuuucckkk,” you scream as you let go, your body shaking, held up only by the arm underneath you.
“Such a good girl,” he says, slowly easing off you, “take a rest,” his weight leaves you and you feel the bed rise as he stands.
“Where are you?” You turn your head with maximum effort.
“Can't fuck you with my pants on Princess,” he smirks at you, “do you still want me to fuck you? Or are you blazed out?”
“Yes, please,” you smile sweetly at him, even though your face is still smooshed into the mattress.
“Such manners for such a bad girl,” he says, working to get his clothes off a bit faster, “Can you tell me what you want?”
“Want you to fill my achy pussy, so fuckin empty Jay, please.” you pout your bottom lip at him.
He smiles so bright that it almost lights up the room, ”Since you asked so nicely,” he grabs your hips lifting and spreads your ass cheeks, “do you want it right now or?” His cockhead swipes through your soaked pussy.
“Yes, now. Please fuck me,” you try to back into him but he his massive hands hold you in place
“I wanted this for so long, can you let me enjoy this,” teasingly slowly he swipes his cock through you, slapping his head onto your pussy. You jolt up, so fucking sensitive, you legs start to twitch and your back arches your ass into him.
He lets out a pleased giggle to himself. He presses just the tip into you, slowly opening you up and pressing himself in deeper and deeper. His huge cock stretches you out wonderfully. You feel every vein, every inch of him, until he's fully inside of you. “Holy fuck, you feel so good,” he moans, leaning his body over yours and kissing into your neck. Goosebumps cover your skin and you can feel your pleasure starting to build again.
You try to move again, but his strong hands hold you in place, “Inpatient aren't we Princess. No need for squirming, I got you.” Drawing out slowly, he slams back into you.
“Jason, holy fuck,” you pant, biting down on the blanket below you.
“Shit, you're pussy, holy fuck is right,” he keeps his movement consistent, the slow draw out before he thrust hard back into you. “You're so fucking slippery princess, it's so fucking good.”
His pace speeds up, your breath becoming raged and hoarse as he fucks into you. “Holy shit, I can’t believe we waited so long for this,” His cock worshiping you from the inside while his mouth rambles "so good, too good. Taking me so well, Fuck I want to live here,”
Your about to come again when he stops, his hand latching into your hair and pulling your back to his chest. The zing of pain almost, fucking almost sending you over the edge. But he’s still, holding himself inside you.
“From now on Princess,” his voice is almost a growl in your ear as you clench around him at the mention of your pet name, he shivers in response. Tugging tighter on your hair, “You come to me ok. No more fucking assholes that can't treat you right. No more late night rescues, just this.”
“Jay,” you pant, “is this-”
“I want you to be safe and if this keeps you safe, then we'll do it every fucking day,”
“I want that,”
“Good girl, now roll over. I wanna see those pretty eyes when I make you cum on my cock.”
“Jason, fuck.” You squeal when he takes your ankles over his shoulders, his hands coming down to rest on either side of your head.
He leans down pressing his forehead into yours, “kiss me Princess,” you reach up wrapping your arms around his neck and plant your lips on him. It's hungry and sloppy and it sends shivers down your legs. You only stop to let out a low moan when he pushes back in.
“You're so deep,”
“I know, shit. I want to be all the way back in.” He pushes harder, “do you feel how well I'm filling you?” He grinds his pelvis into yours, “how well you're taking me? Fucking hell, hold on to me,” He tightens your grip around his neck, He moves faster, fucking into you like some wild animal let loose, his pace all over the place as he looses himself in you. “Princess, you're-” he grips your throat tighter holding you in place, “that should stop ya slipping away from me”.
“Jason, tighter,” you move your hand over his, pressing his fingers in harder.
“Like that?” He confirms and when you nod he takes your hand back, “hold onto me. I need to cum, I need it so fuckin bad.” His hand moves back to your throat, "But I don't want to stop fucking you," his hips pressing yours higher and higher until your ass is fully off the bed, his other arm holding your thighs to his chest.
“Jay, fuckin- oh my shit,” you pant as he cock reaches parts of you, you didn't even know existed. “I'm gunna cum Jay,”
“Me too Princess, want me to count us down?”
“Yes, yes whatever.”
“5, shit you're so fucking sexy like this,” he moves your head with his thumb pointing your face right at him, “4, were definitely doing this again,” you feel your legs begin to shake and your world start to spin as you try to hold it at bay. “3, shit, shit, it's so good, too fuckin perfect,” his grip tightens on your throat, and you close your eyes trying to focus, “2, open your eyes Princess, look at me when I make you cum,” your eyes zap open and your met with that cocky smile, you feel your insides start to flutter, to squirm and buzz and all that good shit, “1.” You start to convulse like you've been possessed, the only thing holding you in place is Jason's massive body while he cries your name and buries himself in you.
“I didn't choke you too hard did I?” He asks rolling off you and gently putting your legs on the bed.
“I liked it,” you joke, turning on your side and slipping your elbow under your head. “How are you? Do you need some water?”
“Yeah, that'd be great,” he takes heaving breaths, not even sitting up to drink from your water bottle. “That was something else.”
“You got that right.”
“So have I got the skills or what?”
“Are you really fishing for compliments right now?”
He shrugs at you, throwing the water on the ground.
"Yes, oh great Jason Todd, you got the skills."
“Knew it,” he winks, “I meant what I said, you come to me, you cum on me, whenever you want.”
“Noted,”
“Good night Princess,” he says, rolling over and tucking you into his chest.
“Hey! I didn't say you could sleep here,” you protest jokingly trying to push him away.
“Good luck with your whole pushing me away thing,” he yawns, his arms tightening around you as he presses a little kiss into your forehead and snuggling down into your hair.
“Asshole,” you mumble as you press yourself in closer, throwing a leg over his.
“Yeah, this asshole rescued your whole night Princess, So I think you'll let it slide this time.”
Part 2. OH MY GOD, THEY WERE ROOMMATES
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That guy calling in again, he's becoming a regular. Well he is a client. My weirdest and creepiest caller yet…
“You know what I want to do you, you pathetic quickshot? I want to cut you open like the worthless sack of meat you are. Then I'm going to fondle your organs, places that should never be touched. Mhhhn- I'll grind against your sad excuse of a cock as I start rubbing your disgusting rotting blood all over my tits- Ah! Would you like that, my sick little loser?”
He calls when he's lonely. When he's stressed. During those days where Patches just can't escape his own thoughts, can't focus on his work. He needs a distraction, but not anything will do. A special type of pain is what he's after, the kind that tints his cheeks and makes his curdled undead blood sing.
Your contact is the first one that shows up on his phone.
God, isn't that just the most pathetic fucking thing? You'd bully him into a second grave if you knew that...
He can't help but think that the two of you have a special connection, that maybe you really do mean the things you say. But, who knows, it could just be him projecting all his hope into the first woman who won't just hang up on his face when he asks if they'd ever stab him.
It's probably that.
You're too good for him.
But he can always pretend, right? To feel that little bit of joy and trick himself into believing that someone out there wants to make all his sick fantasies come to life because he means just that much to them.
You know how to handle him by now. Lord knows he's called enough times for you to get an idea of what kind of loser he is. You must be sick and tired of his rotten guts by now. But that's yet another thing he loves about you, all the dullahan has to do is stutter out a greeting, make a bit of awkward small talk and you seamlessly segway into the sickening shit that makes his already throbbing cock leak like a faucet.
He's predictable, and Patches knows this very well. So much so that you mocked him for it before.
How he's really just a sad little animal, so sad and so stupid that you could make a recording of the same vague threats and play it to him an indefinite amount of times and he'd cum himself all the same.
Patches still remembers that one time you had him burn his head on a candle while he jerked off and you laughed at his melted moans. If only you were there. Lords if you were there... He doesn't think he'd ever let go of you. You'd probably hate him if he forced you to stay in his laboratory, but you'd come around. Eventually. Besides, he wonders what you really look like when you're livid.
These calls never last too long.
Or rather, he doesn't last long.
And yet, these short few minutes are the highlights of most of his days.
Patches sits there, palm covered in his own cum, hearts in his eyes as he steadies his breathing and listens to the scathing melody of your jeering laughter.
Goddess.
" I... I love you. "
Patches murmurs.
It's not even the first time.
" Yeah. "
You answer, and he can almost see the way you roll your eyes.
" Now be the gross little maggot you are and lick that mess off your hand. "
Gods, how he loves you.
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— req,
hi myth! it's been a while since i last sent a request in.
may i have some naive!camboy reader x obsessive perv who finds out where he lives <3
small belly bulge & a lil bit of corruption + marking kink!! pretty pleaaseeeee ❤
you can change the character to whoever you want HOWEVER i did actually have Cody in mind when i wrote this.
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(Name) let out a low moan as he sunk back onto his dildo, back arching and pushing his chest closer to the camera. Once (Name) had started he found it hard to stop, the comments strangers made on him was what drove him.
'Beg like a good boy.'
"Please, ah-I wanna cum." He moaned out as he rode the toy harder, drool dripping down his lips. (Name) came with a squeal, body locking as his orgasm washed through him. He sat for a moment catching his breath as comments flooding in, most were the usual. Except one.
'You'd look pretty tied up in my cabin.'
(Name) flushed at the comment, the idea of someone kidnapping him and keeping him all to themselves turned him on. "Come get me then, daddy." (Name) bit his lip, sending the viewers a cheeky smile before ending the stream.
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After a few days of borderline the creepiest comments he's ever heard he had decided to take a while off of streaming. He'd made enough cash to be comfortable for a while. He couldn't deny the twinge in his stomach every time the commenter appeared, the things they said were downright filth.
(Name) was currently sat at his kitchen table, moon light flooding his back as he tapped his nails. His mind was far away as he gazed at the moon out of the window, not noticing the figure approaching behind him.
He barley had a moment to react before he was shoved over the table, a hand rooted in his hair as the other pinned him to the table. “What the fu-“ (Name choked out before he felt someone roughly grind against his ass. “You should’ve checked your windows.” A voice chuckled sending shivers down his spine.
“N-no please.” (Name) begged, fearing for his life. The mysterious figure hushed him, hand coming from his hair to his ass. (Name) whimpered as his ass was squeazed roughly, his assaulter shaking the fat in awe. “It’s like you were made to be bred, fuck you’ve got an ass better then any bitch ive seen.” The voice growled in his ear causing him to whimper and shake his head. “I-im a boy! Yo-you can’t bre-breed me.” He cried out, causing Cody to chuckle. “Want a bet?” Cody smirked as he quickly tore down (Names) boxers, revealing his ass to him.
(Name) gripped Cody’s wrists trying to pry them away as the larger played with his ass. (Name) sobbed and tried to get away, resulting in a show for Cody to feast on. Cody bit his lip before leaning down, quickly pushing his tongue as deep as if would go. (Name) squealed as Cody ate him out, tongue lapping all over him as he slurped on (Names) hole. “G-god please!” (Name) cried out as his back arched, allowing Cody to explore deeper. Cody kept playing with (Name) until he had him sobbing and rolling his hips back, desperate for more.
“Knew you’d like that, it was so cute how embarrassed you’d get whenever i spoke about eating your ass.” Cody smirked, lips attaching to the back of (Names) neck. “A-ah, no, stop.” (Name) choked out as Toby ground his cock against (Names) hole. “Why are you arching into it then? Want to be stuffed that bad, huh?” (Name) ignored the way his cock twitched and his belly contracted, his head tried to shake itself clear. This was wrong. This was a stranger.
But the thought’s left his head as he felt something drip onto his hole and slide down his cheeks. Whimpers flew from him as he jumped. “No wha-what are you doing?” He rambled out as a soft moan left him, some of the liquid dripping down his balls. “You want me to go in dry?” Cody questioned, smirking when (Name) panicked and shouted ‘No!’ “Then you need this. But.” He drawled off. “This is all the prep you get baby, i want you to remember who you belong to.” Cody growled out before forcing his cock past (Names) tight rim, resulting in the latter crying out as he had a cock slide deep into him.
A choked out groan left (Name) as Cody bottomed out, stilling for a moment to roll his hips. “Please.” (Name) begged as Cody ground against his prostate, his own hips rolling back. “Aw, you gonna finally be a good boy?” Cody teased, sliding his cock fully out only to slam back in deep. “N-no, just. G-god don-dont stop!” He cried out as Cody slammed deep into him, cock hitting his prostate with every thrust.
(Name) couldn’t help but submit as he was overwhelmed with pleasure, his mind vibrating. He hadn’t taken a real cock before, it sent his mind whizzing as pleasure buzzed through his head. He couldn’t help but moan as Cody slammed into him, burying his cock deep. “Such a good puppy for me, such a pretty puppy.” Cody rambled out at his thrusts became erratic.
Cosy let out a growl, speeding up his thrusts as his nails dug deep into (Names) hips. Loud moans poured from (Name), his stomach swirling as he came all over his kitchen island. “Mine. Mine.” Cody muttered as he bit down on (Names) shoulder, cum flooding into his ass. Cody slowed his thrusts as he milked himself dry, keeping a tight grip on (Name).
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Digimon Adventure 02: The Beginning
I just got home from seeing the Japanese audio/English sub. This is not a review, and I doubt I'll feel the same way about it in a few days, because I'm all up in my emotions and I haven't had a think on it. So here is nothing more or less than my visceral, 100% subjective reaction.
Extreme spoilers beneath the cut, spoilin spoilin all day long. Also cussing and blaspheming, apparently I like to keep it classy.
My head is a boiling vat of pudding.
As the film ended, someone screamed, "Toei why you gotta do us like that?!" Someone else yelled, "Jesus Christ I did not need that in my life." As we filed out, another gem: "They had a digital god in this one, and they still didn't unfuck Kizuna." (That last one, I think, while funny, was not relevant. This wasn't about the older kids, they had their turn and several more, lmao).
Some notes:
-Genuinely I was not prepared for a horror. Or child abuse. I love horror games! I watch them nearly daily! Did you know I have only once been more upset/disturbed by a horror video game than I was by this movie?
Did people take their kids to this? Like, that seems totally reasonable to me, taking your kid to digimon!!! Jesus cHRISt!!!!
-I thought my bar of, "I want to see the 02 kids grown up and interacting," was so, so low. I thought my bar could not be lower. But this was Lui's story, not theirs. And this is Toei's story, not mine, so I have to accept that... They wrote what they wanted to. But yeah, the bar I thought was low was not cleared.
-SOMEONE HELP ME, Himekawa is older than Lui. Himekawa's group, they were the first Chosen. Right??? Does the time line not shake out here??? Himekawa was probably about 10/11 when she was Chosen, and she's a full ass adult in Tri??? So, like, I guess the question is, how much older is her group than Lui at age 4? Are they at least 6 years older???? But- God what age would that make- God damn let me get the chart. Shit, I'm lost. Help??????
Shit I liked:
-Lui's second birthday scene
Not the original scene where Lui meets Ukkomon. This is the second birthday, his 8th birthday, where they sit in a dark room full of presents and treats. Ukkomon mentions Lui's parents and friends. They enter the room and proceed to not say a single ducking word while Ukkomon and Lui talk and talk and talk, and it is the creepiest and most atmospheric shit I have seen. Holy shit!!!!
Obviously, the audience already knows shit is fucked up with Ukkomon, but at this point, ooooooooooooooooo baby that tension is HIGH.
-Power in the hands of children
Ukkomon is, like, seconds old when he meets Lui. Lui is 4 and extremely disenfranchised, even for a 4-year-old. Lui wishes for what he doesn't have. Ukkomon devotes his whole self to those wishes.
What happens when a 4 year old meets a baby genie? When that much power is in the hands of the innocent?
You don't want to know, trust me. Lowkey wish I didn't know!!! Christ on a bike!
As much as we love digimon and the Chosen and all of that, it's always been messed up how much power they have, and how much responsibility. It's so much pressure, it's so high stakes! It was really cool to see Toei explore how sideways all of this could go, literally at any moment.
-A few character moments
Honestly that part where a girl is chatting up Ken and Wormmon is visibly pissed is, like, my favorite thing in this movie. Oh! Also I loved seeing the international Chosen, that was so great. The gut scream of WALLACE/WILLIS in the theater when he appeared!!!!!!
Bonus:
My husband said he liked how there was a command center in Imperialdramon's head. I think that was actually some kind of... plane??? Made by Ukkomon??? I have no idea. You know, the place where Ken and Daisuke are accused of flirting.
Stuff I didn't like
-It was half flash back
I'm being a little harsh here, because stuff other than flashbacks happened in the first 46 minutes, but... I checked my phone after the final flashback (not counting Lui jumping into Ukkomon in the end). I was 46 minutes into a roughly 90 minute film. I'm not against flashbacks in principle, and I tend to like new characters, but... This just wasn't what I hoped for in a movie about the 02 kids. I accept that this is 100% subjective.
-It was too damned fucked up for my tastes
Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeesus H Christ!!!!!
Okay, so first of all, I generally am of the opinion that a lot of recent media has substituted trauma for substance. It's easy to make an audience pity/relate to/feel protective of a character by showing them suffer.
Lui wetting himself was so disturbing for me- in children, that's often a sign of ongoing abuse. I could easily be reading into it, but that combined with the range of age of his bruises (and he had more fresh contusions, too, they start red and turn purple and brown and eventually a yellow green) hinted that this wasn't some one off occasion caused by a sudden spike of stress. That was Lui's life. And he really might have frozen to death that night, if not for Ukkomon.
In a way, if I'm right and not just reading into things, this scene was well done. But also, like... I just don't enjoy the substitution of trauma for gradually making us care about a character and understand what they've been through. It seems like some kind of heavy handed short cut, and it usually has the opposite effect on me- thrusting me out of the narrative and making me distrustful of it.
Or maybe I'm just distancing myself, because I genuinely get so upset.
And don't even get me started on the scene where Ukkomon dissolves. I was not ready for that shit. It was just too much for me, I'm sensitive, lmao!
-I'm not sure what I think of the Chosen reacting to Lui's story
I kind of felt like the Chosen were oddly hard on Lui? They weren't actually, in reality they encouraged him to find a resolution with Ukkomon and reminded him that relationships go two ways.
But, like. Could someone have, like... Idk I was really waiting for someone to cry or hug Lui or reassure him or something? Instead it was like, "Poor Ukkomon. He tried so hard and you relied on him too much!"
And my visceral reaction to that was, "UKKOMON KILLED AT LEAST ONE OF LUI'S PARENTS AND MADE THEM MEAT PUPPETS FOR YEARS, JESUS!!!! AND YOU WANT LUI TO GO SEE UKKOMON AGAIN?!?!?!?!?" Like, that whole thing was literally a nightmare??? But Ukkomon was an actual whole ass baby god, and then again, as my husband put it, "Ukkomon did what CPS wouldn't." Lui needed help, stat.
I'm gonna need some time to sort how I feel about this. I can say that, as I watched, I felt like the emotional tone was really off for the last half of the film. All I could think about was the horror, and any time someone criticized Lui, or even told him to go see Ukkomon, I was just like- MEAT. PUPPET!!!! MEAT!!! PUPPET!!!! (Did those kids that Ukkomon made Lui's friends also die?!?!?!). Literally, snow was falling and the Chosen were playing, and my head was like, MEAT. PUPPET!!!!
There's no walking back that emotion, at least not in a 40 some minute window. Not for me, personally. I'm probably going to have nightmares. If I knew going in that this was a horror, I'd be fine with that. But gdi I though I'd see my blorbos having good times mixed with a plot.
Instead, nightmares.
-Lui's final scene with his mother
Lui tells himself, "This time, when I go back in time... I won't rely on Ukkomon for everything" (paraphrasing). He sees his mother inside his memory of his 4th birthday. He says to her, roughly, "Lui loves you, please remember that."
And magically, the mom is kind to him that night.
Now, to be fair, even disastrous relationships can have good times. Maybe it would have been just that night that was better. But there was this feeling of, "Oh, if I just talked to my mother when I was 4 years old and horrifically abused, it would have been different."
That just isn't how that works. If I had to guess, the film is just supporting communication. But god, don't ever point back to the child victim like that. Too bad that 4 year old doesn't know how to communicate with his abusive caregiver! Things might have been different!!!!!
I'm sensitive to this kind of thing, so it's totally possible I'm fixating too much on this or blowing up the importance of this moment. But yeah, not a good emotional reaction to that.
In summary: this was not the film I wanted. In fact, it's a film that will stick on me like a burr, but like. In a bad way? But also it did have some killer ideas. Ukkomon has to be one of the most interesting things to hit Adventure in years. So much power in the hands of an innocent, so disastrous so very fast.
My brain is still pudding. Time for some nightmares. Good night, I hope the film didn't distress you if you saw it! And my sympathies if you took your children, the biggest of oofs (how could you have known??? You couldn't have).
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Revelations (we could do without)
Content warning: pure chaos
My brain refused to let me sleep last night because it took a random dialogue line in Punk Hazard and ran away with it and decided to make it everyone else's problem xD I hope it makes someone laugh just a little bit :)
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Nami couldn’t believe it. She had thought that with Robin and Usopp there, Luffy and Zoro wouldn’t do anything completely stupid or insane on that burning island. She had also thought that staying on the Sunny would be safe.
But here they fucking were.
In but a few hours, Nami found herself standing in the broken remains of some laboratory in the absolutely freezing, semi-deserted half of said island, stuck in Franky’s giant, iron body while surrounded by children of various sizes playing happily around them. An alligator centaur was glaring at her. They barely just got rid of a talking severed head only for it to get put on a walking pair of severed legs—going off to search for his creepy moving severed torso. Her body was likely currently being groped by Sanji and ogled by Brook. At least the charges she was planning to collect would be somewhat worth it, she supposed…
But then the children started collapsing from terrible drug withdrawals and Nami really had to wonder what kind of cursed star she was born under.
And if all of that wasn’t enough, now the creepiest fucking guy Nami’d ever met was just standing there, casually chatting with Luffy as if 90 % of everything she just recounted wasn’t his own damn fault. And he wouldn’t even get her back inside her own body! Sure, Sanji was still better than Franky but she wanted her beautiful, delicate figure back, goddamn it! She didn’t work so hard to stay in shape, pampering her skin and hair just to lose it, simply because Mr Warlord here thought it was funny or something.
And as if that wasn’t enough—
“I am going to go with your decision, but Luffy—” Robin said, tone serious— “but betrayal is all too common with pirate alliances.”
—there was this goddamned alliance thing.
Nami knew there was no point trying to talk Luffy out of it but that didn’t mean she was happy about it or didn’t try. And god, did she try.
The entire walk back from the stupid mountain back to the laboratory, she did nothing but argue with him, trying to explain all the reasons why an alliance was a bad idea but it was like talking to a snickering wall.
She loved Luffy and she would die for him but she really hated him sometimes.
Stubborn idiot.
He was so lucky Nami was too tired to get mad about it anymore.
“Who’s the doctor?” Trafalgar Law asked, full of exasperation after his short-lived, pointless argument with Luffy about helping the children, then groaned when everyone wordlessly pointed at Chopper, lying immobile on the ground after Franky and Luffy’s collective abuse.
“I’ll help you with the drug antidote but I can’t really walk right now,” Chopper said apologetically. “Can you carry me?”
For a moment, it looked like Law was regretting every single life decision that led him to this point—and good riddance, it was his own fault—before he clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Fine. But you’ll have to hide.”
“I’ll get you ready, Chopper.” Usopp hurried over before he grabbed Chopper’s little backpack and started stuffing all the equipment he had used on the children earlier inside.
Meanwhile, Law was rubbing at his temples and Nami was sure he was having a headache about as bad as she herself did.
Just then, Luffy approached Law, that bright, blinding smile of his plastered on his face. “By the way, Torao,” he started, poking Law’s side a few times to get his attention.
“What?” Law sighed, sounding absolutely exhausted.
“You said there was something you wanted to take back from me earlier? What did you mean?” Luffy questioned, his eyebrows furrowed into an adorable frown while he tilted his head to the side curiously.
Law was silent for a moment, simply regarding Luffy silently before he clicked his tongue again, looking away. And this time… he looked almost embarrassed as he opened his mouth to speak.
“I meant my heart, Straw Hat-ya,” he muttered, obviously trying to keep his voice down enough that the rest of the crew didn’t hear. Unfortunately for him, however… this cave-like structure did nothing for secrecy, with all the echoing.
And so… Nami could still hear him loud and clear.
Her eyes blew wide as her mouth fell open. She exchanged a look with Usopp, the man looking about as horrified as Nami felt. She wasn’t sure if that made her feel better or worse.
Because holy shit.
Trafalgar Law, the Surgeon of Death, one of the Warlords of the Sea… really said that.
“Did he just confess to Luffy?” Usopp mouthed in her direction.
Nami’s eyes flickered between Law, Luffy, and Usopp before she nodded stiffly. Then, she turned her attention fully to the pair, taking in the scene before her.
To her surprise, Luffy didn’t look the least bit shocked or taken aback or creeped out or… anything along those lines, really. Instead, he was standing in front of Law confidently, perfectly relaxed; only his frown had deepened even more while he stuck his bottom lip out in a pout.
It looked like he was actually unhappy about what Law had said—or maybe disappointed?
“But why?” Luffy whined, this time grabbing at Law’s sleeve and pulling sharply—an action that only got him a dirty look. “I like it! It’s not like you need it.”
“Straw Hat-ya, a person can’t live without a heart,” Law retorted, unimpressed.
Luffy simply rolled his eyes in response. “You know what I mean, you ass.”
At that… Law chuckled. Actually chuckled.
“Fine, have it your way. Don’t blame me if you die later because of it.” There was a teasing smirk on his lips as he spoke.
And then…
Nami’s eyes blew even wider if at all possible as she could do nothing but watch while Trafalgar fucking Law leaned down, pressing his mouth to Luffy’s. While Luffy let him. Then laughed happily when Law pulled away again.
If she wasn’t so frozen, Nami would have screamed.
Because oh god.
Oh.
God.
They kissed. They fucking kissed like it was nothing, like it was normal, like they had done it a hundred times before.
Nami had no idea what was even happening anymore. Luffy did mention Law had saved him after the war but this? This was something completely different. It was absolutely insane, actually.
“I think your crew’s going to explode,” Law noted, finally breaking the oppressive silence that had settled over the lab—or at least seemed to have; it wasn’t like Lufffy and Law had stopped talking after… that but Nami couldn’t hear anything they said over the static in her brain.
“Can you blame us?!” Usopp cried, his hands flying up to cover his eyes as if the sight had burned them.
“Oh.” Robin chuckled. “I think you’ve neglected to mention something, Luffy.”
“Huh? What do you mean?” Luffy asked, full of confusion once again.
“You didn’t tell them we’re dating?” Law asked, his eyebrow raised as he glanced at Luffy.
Luffy, who merely hummed in a way that made it clear he thought it didn’t matter—or thought it was too much of a drag to explain. But finally, he turned to the present members of his crew, placing his hands on his hips and proudly declaring, “Guys, Torao’s my boyfriend.”
“Tell us these things before you scar us for life!” Usop screeched, his face still buried in his hands in despair. Or maybe he was trying to claw his eyes out. “I don’t even want to know what that thing about his heart was anymore.”
A happy smile spread on Luffy’s face and he started talking animatedly. “That one’s so funny, actually! Torao’s power is super weird. He can take organs out and it’s so cool, okay? He let me play with my intestines and stuff.”
A strangled, horrified noise came from Chopper, the only reaction from the one normal and sane doctor around, apparently. It was a reaction that perfectly conveyed how Nami was feeling in that moment.
“Luffy, please—” Usopp started but Robin interrupted him.
“Please continue, that sounds fascinating,” she said, apparently paying rapt attention to whatever creepy shit Luffy had just said.
“No! Please just shut up!” Nami begged, her hands quickly coming up to cover her ears in a vain attempt to stop the words from reaching her.
Luffy, however, paid neither her nor Usopp any mind, his grin widening at Robin’s prompting; he continued, now even waving his hands around in excitement. “Yeah so, we couldn’t have a vivre card made on Amazon Lily so Torao just took out our hearts and switched them so now I have his heart with me. It’s such a funny feeling, you guys should try it!”
Nami didn’t have the brain capacity for this anymore.
She really should have just stayed with Arlong.
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Fours a Franchise
Part 5
Wordcount: 9,662
You and Randy sat at the police station at a table. You just sat there playing on your phone to distract yourself while Randy leaned back in his chair staring at the ceiling. All of you barely slept at all last night for obvious reasons and this was just the cherry on top at this point.
Dewey finally came in; just him as he ushered Deputy Hicks to sit this one out and keep watch of the door.
He inhaled deeply with a disgruntled look your way then towards Randy as Randy returned it with an annoyed look of his own.
"...Okay. For starters, Mindy and Chad never arrived at school today and Karla is not at her job even though it's past 9 o'clock...So, Randy. Is she missing? Are they the latest victims? Or did you do what I specifically told you not to and lied to me?"
Randy shrugged. "Well...I forgot to mention Karla might have had a very intimate party to go to for one of her family members in North Carolina. Sister Veronica's birthday, really kind of a bitch, but hey she's family-"
"Are you pulling my leg right now?" Dewey half sighed and half groaned in agitation and interrupted him. "Randy...Do you realize how serious of a crime this is? I'll have to issue a warrant for her arrest now, do you realize that?"
"WHAT?!" Randy snapped, smacking the table as you jumped from the sound. All before you put your phone down and gave an shocked look Dewey's way.
"Dewey! Why would you even think of doing that?!" You exclaimed.
"BECAUSE YN, it's the law!" He argued. He jerked at his shirt and pointed at his Sheriff Badge, voice cracking as he tried to yell. "Is this thing just a DEcOration to you people?!" He frowned deeply and continued. "She could be the killer OR she could be an accomplice."
Randy scoffed loudly. "God, Dewey, she's got our kids with her just going to get out of town while this is all happening!"
"So, you did lie!"
"Yes, I figured me and YN fleeing town without my kids and wife in the car was pretty obvious they were not at school." He gave with a sarcastic tone while slowly blinking at Dewey.
Dewey rolled his teeth over his bottom lip, anxiously looking between you both before just saying it. "Randy, you've got to tell me where she's at."
"Over my dead body."
Dewey tilted his head with an urgent look. "If you don't tell me, it might be...Because if she's the killer working with someone other than you; we all could be in trouble and YOU helped her get away!"
Randy had an annoyed look towards Dewey. "My wife is on the bottom of the barrel as a suspect."
"The rules, Randy!"
"I'm very aware of the fucking rules, Dewey! I'm the biggest advocate of the rules! Everyone is a suspect but there's a formula to it; you always have people at the top of the list and people at the bottom you can deduct from it..." He sighed, slapped his hand on his thigh and leaned back in his chair with a bitter tone. "Okay, what's the motive? Unhappy housewife with a loser husband is fed up and wants more. She hates this town that her man dragged her to. She regrets the domestic life instead of a life of luxury she always wanted but can't have because the dead weight is dragging her down...Maybe she had an affair with a psycho and now she's changing her life altogether? " You frowned at him as he said it and so did Dewey. He raised his brows and continued. "Is that it? Because if that was her motive then why would she go after teenagers instead of her husband? Hm?" Dewey almost said something but Randy interrupted him yet again. "I already know what's going to come out of your mouth. Okay, maybe you could use cop logic to reason about Jenny's murder because IF Karla was the killer; maybe she thought I was like Jerry Seinfeld or some shit having an affair with a 17 year old? Okay, that's the creepiest shit ever but let's just go with it to get this outta your system. But tell me this; what about Marnie? What about Olivia? What about Rebecca?"
Dewey cringed and softly replied. "Well, I know it's a stretch but...All the victims are women...It's just odd..."
Randy rolled his eyes. "Okay, let's just say the motive is a jealous possessive wife that's had enough and gone a little coo coo. When? Rebecca was killed when Karla was with us the entire time. Olivia was killed when Karla was sleeping in bed with me and our kids. Jenny and Marnie were killed when...Let's just say she was with me the entire night."
Dewey raised a brow at that and you stretched your stiff neck to the side from sleeping on the couch. Falling down stairs couldn't have helped. Releasing a huff as it cracked before addressing Dewey. "Okay, there. If you don't believe Randy, believe me Dewey. Karla was with me or Randy all night last night. She could not have snuck out and killed Rebecca or Olivia! Besides, I'm the one that fought this killer, alright?...This was not Karla that wore that costume."
"Karla works out regularly, YN. She takes kickboxing classes in town and she's 5'7. So, maybe it could have been?" Dewey gave.
You sighed and ran a hand over your tired face as you drew out. "...Dewey, I see where you're going so let's just say Karla could hurl me...How could she get there undetected?"
Randy added. "Exactly. She still couldn't have been in the house so quickly, sound asleep, no costume, no blood, no sweat. Nothing by time I got back!"
"Partners, Randy!"
He let out a tiny infuriated growl and pretended to claw at his face before yelling at Dewey. "OH MY FUCKING GOD- Even if that's true then you would have to lock down the entire town, Dew!" He sat his chair back down and gave you both a serious look. "Listen, we are dealing with a fran-"
He was interrupted by Gale coming through the door with Judy trying to get her by the shoulders. "Stop fighting me, Gale! I'm an officer of the law!" Both women yelled as Gale shoved her away and retorted. "Yeah, well I'm the Sheriff's wife. That overrules you." Judy tried grabbing her again and Gale readied a hand as Judy exclaimed. "It. Does. Not!"
Dewey stood up and broke it up. "Ladies, stop!...Gale."
She threw a finger up with a thin frown. "You lecture me one more time, Dewey Riley."
He shook his head and mumbled to Judy. "...Please, Officer Hicks. Let me speak to my wife in private."
Judy gave a nasty look her way as Gale shut the door on her.
"I've told you how many times you can't do this, Gale!"
"Dewey, we need to talk about Rebecca."
"NO. You are a citizen. I am the Sheriff. What part of this do you not understand?"
Randy side eyed you and muttered. "He says that one more time, I swear to God." As you nodded in agreement.
Gale huffed with anger on her face. "FINE! But I have proof Randy, YN and Karla are not involved." She said it right when Dewey put a hand on her back to usher her out.
You and Randy instantly perked up, yelling at Dewey in unison. "No, no, no! Let her talk!" Randy added. "Godsakes; let the woman speak, Dewey!"
Gale jerked herself away from Dewey with a haughty look and looked between all of you. "Okay, Rebecca was found on top of a news van when Sheriff Dewey here was taking questions at the Hospital."
You faltered. "Excuse me, did you say...On top?"
"On top of it. Just like I found my cameraman Kenny before I wrecked the van. Her throat slit and...Thrown from the hospital building's parking garage...Knowing the little money hungry harpy she was probably looking at Jill to be her next big project."
Dewey shook his head. "But how does that disprove YN and Randy?"
"Because Dewey, if your officers are doing their jobs, they couldn't have left the house in time to kill her undetected. Besides that...Rebecca lost a lot of blood. Her corpse had been dead for at least 30 minutes before she was thrown off the fucking building."
Dewey looked confused and Gale snapped her fingers. "Keep up, sweetheart. Don't you get it? Rebecca was at the hospital while we were just leaving Randy's house...How the hell could any of them get there on time to kill her and then wait till you started your press conference to throw the body onto the van?!"
Randy smiled with wide eyes and you looked optimistic as well.
Gale continued. "Dewey, you keep hounding people that aren't involved here! We need to figure out who doesn't have solid alibi from last night at about 1 in the morning when Rebecca was killed. Randy, YN, Karla, You and Me all have alibis."
He thought for a moment with a disgruntled look.
"THE HOUSE, Dewey. We all were at the house talking at the time Rebecca was supposedly arriving at the hospital. When me and you left and got probably a few blocks up the road is when she was most likely killed. It's impossible for it to be any of us!"
"Yeah, that's true...Good thinking." Dewey told her with a slight smile.
Gale sighed but gave a slight tight smile his way. "Hey, it's what I do."
"But partners!" Dewey exclaimed.
You finally spoke up. "Listen, Dewey. Neil and Roman had NOTHING to do with each other and they were still the killers...And Angelina was partners with Roman but that's besides the point. And we could see Stu and Billy being friends but who would have ever thought of Nancy Loomis recruiting Mickey and Hallie together?"
Dewey pointed while forcing it out like he was leery of even bringing it up. "A-And those two guys we never caught but you and Detective Andrews and Detective Richards reported...Right?"
You blinked but nodded. "Right..."
Randy shrugged and chimed in. "So we can do the partners thing all day, but for now, I say we treat this like top 3 to 5 suspects on the list or something of that sort and assume they're separate till proven otherwise. "
You frowned and mumbled. "And the killer isn't done. Not by a long shot. They're saving us 4 for last...They pretty much told me themselves. " You spared a wary glance towards Randy and then back to Dewey as Gale spoke.
Gale threw up a manicured hand. "Well there you have it. You aren't getting anywhere with everyone on lockdown because the killer wouldn't skip town anyways!" She threw you your purse that was sitting on the chair of the room. "Now, let's go. I need some coffee that doesn't taste like hillside runoff water like Perkin's keeps offering me."
You and Randy instantly stood up and Dewey waved his arms. "Hey! You guys are not dismissed-"
She adjusted her purse strap on her shoulder. "Like YN said, the killer is not skipping town. Not a single killer has ever skipped town and the evidence shows Karla isn't involved. You have no reason to go after Karla or to keep these two here as long as they don't skip town again either...Material witnesses, after all."
You and Randy nodded even if that was definitely the plan if things got too bad.
Dewey hissed out urgently to his wife. "Gale, just because you're married to the Sheriff-"
She gave him a look. "Dewey, you know I love you but you can shove that badge-" She quickly pointed upward to the sky as Dewey huffed with an offended look. Gale continued. "Tell Randy to take up the traffic violation in court or pay or whatever AFTER we get this killer...Now, are you done trying to mother hen all of us or what?"
He frowned. "Gale, where are you even going? You can't do this alone-"
"WATCH ME. I told you, I'm going rogue. I just needed to bust these guys out...Now let's go get some fucking decent caffeine. " Gale motioned for you and Randy to follow.
"But!...You can't!....We have Folgers, by the way! It's good coffee!" Dewey yelled at his wife as you all walked past Judy and out the door. You could hear Judy yelling after you all and then Dewey talking to her to stand down as you and Randy followed Gale.
'Damn, am I glad she's on my side for once.'
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Randy sipped an ice coffee as Gale had a simple hot black cup and you had your choice. All of you sat at an outdoor table as you tried being in between both Randy and Gale for your own comfort...You were definitely aware of the dirty looks sent your way or nasty whispers.
Randy smacked his lips off his straw before telling you both. "Okay, so like I was trying to say before Sheriff douchb-"
"Watch it." Gale pointed with a scolding stare.
"- Sheriff Dewey tried arguing his reason for keeping us on lockdown...And you catfighting with Deputy Hicks..." He looked between you both for dramatic effect. "My friends, we are dealing with a bonafide franchise."
You shrugged with a disgruntled face. "Okay??"
"OkAy." He mocked your voice. "YN, a franchise is without a doubt the worst of them all."
Gale rolled her eyes. "You literally said this about a Trilogy 10 years ago."
"Yeah, yeah! I did! But it is worse than even a trilogy." He pointed with his drink in his hand. "Stab."
"...Stab?" You mumbled with a monotone voice.
"Stab! It got carried away, sure. They just keep making them and making them and honestly? They should have stopped after the shitty Sequel."
Gale sipped her coffee, a coy smirk over her cup as she muttered to you. "Someone's just mad they got killed in number 2."
You both snickered as Randy gave you both an annoyed look. "Yeah, number 2. Shit. The very embodiment of shit. Quite frankly, I'm glad I was spared being a walking slap stick for 5 more movies." He threw up a hand and leaned forward. "Regardless of the decline in Stab; Stab hit it HARD in 4. Knocked it out of the park! Why? Because they knew if they didn't they'd lose their target audience especially after the awful reviews on 3 with YN's character suddenly just leaving and the campy satire they tried to use throughout the whole thing. Technically 4 was a reboot but also not really because the other characters were still involved just as much as previous ones while passing the torch to the new final girl." Randy grinned. "I mean, the main girl's own sister being Ghostface?! And she got away with it and went on to college just to be attacked by the final girl we thought was dead but wasn't? It was genius! A killer versus a killer!....Oh...Were you planning on watching that? Sorry."
You shook your head as he rambled while sipping your drink. "Nah, you know I don't watch any of those."
Gale seemed to be losing her patience with Randy's rants. "Get to the point, would you please? What does Stab and Franchises have to do with any of this right now?"
He shrugged before sipping his straw. "I mean nothing other than...Oh yeah, everything!" He huffed out. "We have new rules to go by-"
"Just-" Gale held up a hand. "Who are our suspects, Randy?"
Randy seemed to frown at not getting to explain the rules. "Okay, fine. Let's just butcher the rules. Got it." He leaned forward to talk low. "This killer is killing people exactly like the first time we did this dance, just not in order. You cannot deny it after they went through the trouble of avoiding YN and shoving Olivia through a doggy door when she was already as good as dead."
You shook your head, being pulled back to the memory of last night. "It was so fast. I don't know how I missed them."
"Maybe there's more than one?" Gale darted her eyes between you both. "What if they're just copying Stab?"
Randy shrugged and looked away. "There were no new kills in Stab so Stab or our first encounter is all the same shtick."
You looked at Randy as he seemed to glance at his phone every so often. "Ray, who's our suspects so far?"
He glanced back up at you and sighed. "Uh well, we don't have much to go by. The legacy characters have alibis."
"Legacy character?" Gale muttured.
"Us. You know, the originals."
"Well talk in a non nerdy way we can all freaking understand, 'kay?" She mocked.
Randy gave her a sideways glare as you spoke. "So now we look at who knew Jenny and Marnie and Olivia."
"Rebecca?" Gale asked.
Randy gestured to you. "Only one that knew her was YN."
Gale slightly raised a brow. "Well, I did question how Rebecca supposedly only had the keys to the trunk...No one else even knew where the keys were but YN when we found the evidence...What do we go by with one dead and the other person sitting right here?"
Randy perked up, eyes wide as if he just knew the fight that was about to happen. You leaned back with an offended scowl her way. "What exactly are you saying? Because if you're suggesting I'm the killer again for the fourth time I will get up and walk away from this entire thing so fast and you can just figure this out by yourself."
Gale held up a hand. "Easy there, we just fucking said none of us are suspects, alright!? I know you got your triggers but settle it down. I'm SAYING how did the killer get in that trunk with a mob of protesters around and no keys?...Unless Rebecca was involved or they stole them somehow when she wasn't looking."
Your shoulders sagged as you nodded. "Yeah. That was my question too other than blending in with the crowd and like you said; stealing the keys somehow. Maybe she sat them down when she was getting rid of the crowd?...Sorry...Old habits die hard."
Gale sighed, rolled her eyes and crossed her finger over her chest. "Cross my heart, I'm not digging to frame you. You're not even a suspect because the timelines don't add up! However, it's obvious someone is trying to set you up-" She held up her finger. "And do not say it's me because we already got over this, remember?"
You sighed but nodded. "I know...But, I don't think they're setting me up."
Randy lifted a brow and spoke up. "Why not?"
"What they said...It was something about watching a star crash and burn...It was like a warning. And the kills...If they wanted to frame me, why not try harder?...It wouldn't exactly be difficult." You mumbled, eyes glancing at a few older women glaring at you and whispering a table away.
Gale looked behind her at them. "Hey, Golden Girls. It's rude to stare, especially at your big age."
They scoffed at Gale and looked away right when a phone ran. Randy jumped up, his entire mood changing as he said out loud. "It's Karla!" He didn't hesitate to answer it. You and Gale listened as you watched the most relieved smile cross Randy's face as he covered the phone and whispered. "They made it. The kids are eating pancakes right now with her Dad."
You smiled at that as he excused himself to talk to her in private, leaving you alone with Gale. You both awkwardly sat there before you slightly licked your lips and forced yourself to talk to her. "Gale? Thanks."
Gale smiled slightly. "What? For scolding those old bitty's? I do that for fun on the regular. No big deal."
You chuckled slightly. "Yeah well, thanks anyways. I know we have a very...Unique past and a barely existent friendship. You know with your 'no friends allowed' policy is still in place but...I'm glad we're on the same page now. Just took 15 years."
She smiled and softly told you. "Yeah, I guess so. You were the biggest pain in my ass."
"You were a major asshole."
"Still am." She mused while sipping the last of her coffee. She looked at you, seeming to take you in. "Hey." She got your attention, her gaze serious. "While the giant film dork is gone and it's just us; Fuck them. Fuck all of them. People are always bitter or jealous of anyone reaching their prime. Take it from me personally; enemies are everywhere the second your name is in lights. Be grateful for those on your side but trust no one fully. The shit that people do for fame is insane...You're a successful woman and you're going to have an even bigger target on your back because of it."
You took her in as well, noting the way her eyes had very subtle fine lines now and her cheekbones more prominent from the hollows of her cheeks deepening ever so slightly with her age now being 47.
"Gale...Do you miss it?"
Gale frowned before covering it with her hand and looking away in her chair towards the street. "No. If I missed it, I'd be doing something about it...Look, I'm only investigating because it's happening to us again. That's it."
You were skeptical of that but saw her phone ping. She went to ignore it but kept flipping it over, her face souring as she sighed heavily. "Christ, it's Dewey. I gotta take this. Can you give me a second?"
You hesitated, leery of being left alone but also reasoning it was in broad daylight in front of an entire shop full of people. "...Sure."
Gale nodded and had her phone in her hand, ringing up her husband no doubt to argue.
'God, 9 years of marriage and that's all they do.' You thought. 'Wonder if this will be the nail in the coffin this time?' You wondered as you thought of Dewey and how different he was. 'I can't even blame Gale this time. He's...Changed.'
Your mind momentarily thought back to past Dewey. The one and only time you ever heard or saw him sob was when he was just your best friend's older brother you saw occasionally. And yet, there you both were. Holding each other sobbing over that previous night and who you lost.
His voice trembled, his chest rumbled against you as he spoke. "It's all my fault. If I wouldn't have left with Gale...I could have saved my baby sister..."
You frowned thinking of what he said at Windsor after 2 years of not seeing him.
"It's okay. I'm here now. You think I'm ever going to let anything happen to you or Randy? I swore I'd never let anything happen to you kids ever again. No one is getting hurt as long as I'm here." He gave, eyebrows turned up and regret in his eyes.
Then you remembered the look on his face as he saw Olivia's body. It was watching his little sister's mangled corpse stuck in that garage door all over again.
"...Poor Dewey." You sighed softly under your breath. You thought the rest of your sentence in your head. 'He just wants to have a redo. To protect us and these kids like he couldn't protect Tatum.'
Your mind wandered to what she might have looked like had she lived. Would her and Sidney still be besties after all these years? Would you be friends with either of them for that matter? Who would Dewey be if Tatum had lived?...Would you and Randy and Dewey even talk if she did-
Your thoughts were interrupted as a server handed you a piece of paper and mumbled. "Miss? Someone asked me to give this to you."
The young server walked away before you could ask him who. You stared at it in your hand, eyes darting to people ignoring you or giving you stares. You couldn't see who was inside with the sun reflecting on the glass. You swallowed, literally terrified of what it said but eager to just open it and see. You sucked in a shaky breath, quickly unfolding it to read.
"Arrive at the Inn on the outskirts of town tonight at room 7. Go alone...Be there after 8 tonight...P.S....Don't alert the cops if you cherish any of your friends lives or your own."
You felt anxiety building just reading it. You couldn't recognize the handwriting as far as you could tell. You knew it was a trap, and yet, you also knew they weren't playing around either. If you told Dewey; 15 years ago would happen all over again. You just knew it. If you told Gale; she was going to do anything to be the one to solve the case. If you told or took Randy; he could die....You quickly put the note away in your pocket as you saw Randy coming back. You knew it was a death wish but if you could end this shit before it got worse; you would. They clearly wanted you more than anyone.
"Karla made it. She's not happy about us not being able to join but I swore to her if it got too bad; we'd be out of this place...Where's Gale?"
You forced a small smile. "Arguing with Dewey over the phone, I'm guessing."
Randy rolled his head with a tsk. "Ah geez. They've been doing a lot of that lately."
"How much lately? I've been out of the loop the last few years..."
Randy shrugged. "Eh, not really. It's just the same old same old. Gale wants fame, Dewey wants to live a humble life in Woodsboro. Same shit years ago."
"Yeah, I'm sure being stuck here is getting to her."
"Yeah..." He seemed in a much cheerier mood as he smiled and asked. "So, what did I miss?"
"Uh...Nothing really."
He raised a brow. "You sure?"
You sipped your mostly empty drink on purpose. "Mm hm." Before giving a scoff of a chuckle and telling him. "Just girl talk with Gale."
"Oh...So, she told you her secret skincare routine is to reap the souls of unsuspecting victims or??"
Gale cleared her throat next to the table. Randy grinned. "Oh, hi Gale. How long were you there?"
"Long enough...Dipshit." She muttered under her breath then gestured to you both. "Alright, get the tab. I've got a new lead, I'll check back with both of you later. I gotta get there before my husband gets there and scares off the lead."
"We'll come-"
"Not yet! I work alone, you know this."
With that, she turns on her heels as you and Randy call out to her before giving each other dumbfounded looks.
"Can you believe the audacity of that woman? Well...Since we're apparently just back up for Dewey and Gale when they bite off more than they can chew and we have nothing else better to do in the meantime; wanna go to some of our old haunts together?"
You smiled with a surprised look. "I'd like that but what about your stores?"
"Bookstore is closed on account of yesterday. You would think the video store would be booming like it was in 96 this time around but noooooooo. Everyone must be streaming or something...It's pretty dead. Better business being dead than us, I guess." He gave with a shrug. Shoving his hands in his pockets after standing up.
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You and Randy drove around as he pointed out old houses and names. Some were familiar and some weren't...It honestly made you feel so out of sync with the happenings here and the people. People you saw in the halls or some mowing their lawns now were distant memories.
"Oh, remember that one snobby bottle blonde that totally hated you for dating James and I'm pretty sure she wanted to bang Billy Loomis too so she hated Sid just as much?"
"We're in Cali, there are tons of bleached blondes."
"No, no. The cheerleader! Remember she tried calling you ugly and Sidney a slut? Remember her calling Tatum a lard ass and Dewey had to warn Tatum not to beat her up after school?" Randy had a devious grin as he sang out. "Guess what she looks like now.~"
You instantly knew who he was talking about. Perking up and uttering. "No."
"Uh huh. Prepare yourself." He gestured to a small shabby house where a blonde woman with outgrown brown roots half way down her brassy hair stood. She had on a dingy coral pink robe while watering her flowers out front. She gave you both dirty looks with a face that seemed a lot older than just early 30s as she jerked the hose over a bunch of toys littering the yard.
"NO!" You mouthed out, trying not to turn in your seat. "That's her?!"
"Yep." Randy smirked while driving. "Hey, I'm not exactly as fit as I was 10 years ago and I'm not exactly living the high life either but there is something so damn special about an asshole getting their karma. Remember she told Sidney she'd probably end up in the nuthouse or a two timing tramp like her mother? Yeah. Can't say I feel bad...Karla heard her arguing with her husband in the bank drive thru about her being accused of their one son being...Get this; his brothers."
"Oh shit." You mumbled.
"I know! I don't know why people forget drive thrus have cameras, especially banks, but thank god they do. You wouldn't believe the stories Karla tells me!" He chuckled before releasing a sigh with a content smile. "Oh how the popular jerks in High School fall."
You huffed, still taken aback that it was her...Still, you didn't feel nearly as satisfied as you should. The note was the only thing really forming your interest at the moment.
"...Something on your mind?" Randy asked. "I mean, you barely reacted when I showed you that our old jerk off Quarterback that got busted for putting pills in girls drinks is balding now and is married to the same bitchy cheerleader I just showed you or when I told you Mrs. Burkhardt still has an army of plastic flamingos in her yard. " He huffed. "You didn't even seem interested when I showed you that the creepy guy from Shop has a successful wood art business and looks like freaking Ashton Kutcher now that the braces are off and his skin cleared up!...He's single, by the way. Just putting it out there."
You side eyed him. "Thanks for being Toby Fairley's wingman but I'm not exactly interested at the moment with a crazy killer after us again."
"See? You even remember his name!"
"Ray." You scolded.
He sighed with a frown as he got to a stop sign. "Yeah fine, guess that's reasonable...So...I can make a left or right."
You saw the sign and instantly recognized it. "Oh my God..." You pointed. "Left."
"...You know that takes us past Billy's house, right?"
"I'm aware."
Randy seemed resistant but sighed and put on his blinker. Silently driving as you looked around. The drive reminded you so many times of being with Tatum driving you and Sidney to spy or see her boyfriend that spring and half the summer before you got with James....You remembered his very nice car outfront and his even nicer house. No decorations, Hank never really home, no siblings as far as you knew...You never went inside. Billy always seemed eager to get out of the house. With his Mom gone and how his relationship or lack of seemed with his Dad; you now knew why.
You froze seeing it...Empty. Graffiti all over it, broken windows, and the place falling in. Randy parked the car as you stared at it. He leaned over, his arm on your seat as he stared at the house. "Feels like every haunted house in any horror movie ever made...After they found Hank Loomis stabbed 50 something times inside; the place just rotted away."
"Wow..." You softly gave. "That's...Just so much pain in one home."
"Yeah well, that's what happens when crazies live there." He sighed out while putting the car into drive but you quickly stopped him.
...You never saw inside. Ever. You knew it was dumb but something was just pulling you towards it. Maybe to see if there was a connection to these murders happening? It felt unlike you but...You needed to know before you possibly died...Besides, this new killer was clearly another nut idolizing Billy and Stu.
"No, wait. I want to go inside."
"What? YN, we aren't teens anymore. Dewey will kill you before the killer can if you break and enter. Hell, the house might! You see how bad of condition it's in?! It's a freaking zoning violation and the city council has been trying to tear it down for years. You could fall through the floor and break your neck!"
"It was built in 1980's not 1880's; and people lived in it clear up until a little over 10 years ago. I'm sure it's walkable." You glanced over at him, already unbuckling as he furiously shook his head. "Wow, I didn't know we became old all the sudden. Turn your helicopter Dad mode off and help me check out an ex murderers house. I mean, WE KNEW the ex murderers...Unless you're a big chicken now..." You started bawcking.
He groaned and got out. "Childish tactics don't work anymore, YN." You continued mocking him, flapping your arms while walking as he gave you a huff. "They don't! I'm a grown man!"
You were on the porch and pushed the door in, giving him a disbelieving look as you drew your gun and crept in. Randy gave you the most frustrated sco and followed. "This is breaking every fucking rule ever!...YN?...YN!" He lectured as he followed you into the dark house. Daylight through the windows is the only thing lighting the place.
Randy looked around, shrinking a bit as he called out. "YN?...Hey, where are you?...If you aren't dead, say something."
Silence before you waited and just said 'boo.' behind him. Just simply surprising him had him jerking back and metaphorically jumping out of his skin before he glared at you. "Are you serious?!"
"Making sure you're prepared for the actual killers." You put your gun back in your holster under your jacket and looked around at the decrepit house you knew was once gorgeous with Hank being a lawyer and his salary.
"Wow...This is crazy."
Randy shrugged with a shiver. "Yeah, I was only in here a few times but......Oh..." He pointed to a dark spot on the floor in the living room. The wood was stained. "Uh...That's where Hank died."
"Oh god." You grimaced, stepping back instinctively. You both jumped as a rat scurried across the floor.
Randy got behind you, hands on your shoulders as he urged you. "YN, come on! Let's go! I just know some freaky shit has happened here and I'm not bringing home a Loomis Ghost from kids doing a failed seance. I didn't like him alive let alone being from Poltergeist. "
You almost agreed, curiosity not that interesting anymore now that you saw the inside. Rotting, vandalized, a shell of what it used to be. It was as eery as it got...But one thing just kept you wanting to stay. "I gotta see Billy's room."
"What?! Who fucking cares?!"
"I do...It could give us a clue. I mean, if they're copying the old murderers; how do we know they haven't been in here as well?"
"More reason to leave."
"Ray, I can't run away from it forever! I can't run from my thoughts or that night anymore...I gotta know and try to use it to solve this new killer before more people get hurt." He gave you a confused look as you told him. "Ray...I know it was an act and everything and I know you disliked him even before he was a known killer but...He was my friend at one point and he was also the guy that tried looping me into a murder plot and then tried to kill me for betraying him... This place won't be here long and I just gotta see where he lived and if there's anything useful to us now."
Randy gave you a strange look before whining and stomping his foot with dread as you continued up the steps. "Shit."
You softly let your feet walk up the stairs, leery of the floorboards that haven't been maintained in over 12 or more years since Hank died and Billy 'died'. You had your gun ready, just in case you came across a Ghostface or something. Using it to nudge the doors open. The first room was bare, graffiti here and there but nothing too surprising. The next bedroom you shoved the door open, leveling your gun in multiple directions including behind the door and then the closet. You relaxed and motioned for Randy as you put your gun back once more...Marveling at the room around you.
"Oh my God..." You mumbled under your breath. Graffiti of devils, pentagrams, tags, and telling Billy Loomis to rot in hell or that he ruled all over the walls of the faded blue room. The bed was white with stains all over it from the elements and age...At least, you hoped that's what it was.
"Uh uh, I don't like that. I do not like that shit. Nothing about this room says 'home sweet home'." Randy covered his mouth. "Fucking bacteria and mold and dust everywhere. You know I have a touch of asthma, right?"
"Then huff your inhaler or go outside, Ray...I'm looking." You saw posters had been on the walls, some stolen and ripped off. A few left behind. All movies or grunge rock of the 90s. His drawers were open and bare or had a few items of clothes inside. You saw a baseball on the dresser along with a few dusty cds and a few magazines from 1996. "Jesus, it's like a time capsule." You drew out in amazement...Somehow, you could imagine what it looked like when you huys were kids. You could imagine the sun peaking in as Billy and you sat on the bed talking...You didn't know how to feel about that.
Randy coughed as dust flew off a magazine he picked up. After he got done coughing, he wiped it off and smirked. "Well, look here. It's Cindy! Long time no see, Miss Crawford." He showed you a very sensual picture of a 20 something year old Cindy Crawford. He talked to the magazine. "Look, Cindy. You're a nice girl. You got me through a lot of rough times and lonely nights as a 17 year old virgin but I'm afraid I found another woman. One that's off the pages...Oh god, are these pages sticking because of erosion or-"
"Randy, knock it off and help me look." You opened drawers to his dresser. Randy put the magazine back down on the nightstand and walked over to look with you.
"What exactly are we looking for anyways?"
"I don't know. Evidence maybe? Just, see if we can find anything useful for the present murders."
Randy shrugged. "I don't know. Looks like a normal teens bedroom just with satanic symbols...Same thing, I guess. Kind of boring for a murderering sociopath...."
You lightly rolled your eyes as he rummaged through things in Billy's old nightstand. You opened the closet and looked at the clothes. They were actually in good condition...Your hand lightly went over a blue polo shirt as you remembered him wearing it as a teen. You frowned, your brows furrowing together as your fingertips felt the fabric. The memory of you and him being in his car late one night popped up. He had picked you up first then was making his way to pick up Stu, Sidney and Tatum. Randy was working and you remember feeling bummed out everyone would be too busy making out all night while you were the extra wheel in the back of the small car. James not in your life yet.
You sat in the front seat of his Camaro as you both sat in the drive and waited for Stu. Mostly silent and making small talk. He had his hair completely slicked back with gel and that polo shirt on. You could smell the cologne he wore. You saw Stu do a stupid dance move on his porch to annoy you both as Billy yelled out his car window "Hurry up, dickweed!" Stu went to walk and missed all of his steps...Literally face planted to the ground. You gasped and Billy just groaned softly. Stu gave a thumbs up before you could get out of the car and stood up before he released a string of curses....Dog shit smeared all over him where he fell. Stu looked disgusted, stripping off right there and yelling at how gross it was as you laughed...Billy laughed too. A genuine laugh as you and him just watched Stu run in the house to change. You and Billy laughed until you were wheezing. Billy hunched over his steering wheel silently laughing while you were dying in the passenger seat at the look on Stu's face. Billy made shit jokes about him all night as you tried to contain snickering knowing Stu could dish it out but sometimes couldn't handle being the ass of an unintentional joke.
You were brought back to the present with a deep hurt weighing on your chest. You almost wondered if that shirt smelled like him still, even faintly? If he remembered that memory as fondly as you did? If he was even alive...
"YN...Did you find something?" Randy asked.
You shook your head, shoving away from the closet. "No, just looking...It's so odd. I know Tatum's room is probably cleaned and pleasant memorylane but this feels...So empty. So...Strange."
"Yeah well, no one left to give a damn about a murderer."
"Yeah...You find anything?"
"Pft, no. He had the most basic elitist taste in horror movies. Seen them all, own them all."
"I meant a red flag or clue, Randy."
Randy shrugged. "Not really? Look, most things are destroyed or stolen or worthless. Let's just get out of here before someone finds us."
You nodded. The room was a normal teen room. Nothing out of the ordinary. You went to walk and tripped.
"Oh shit! Geez YN, you alright?" Randy helped you up as you cursed and kicked the rug away.
"Yeah. Stupid thing...Hey...What's that?"
You and him looked to a piece of wood unlike the others under that rug near the bed. You both exchanged wary looks before you reached over and plucked the stray plank from the floor...Revealing items stashed inside.
You reached in as well as Randy. Randy pulled out a bag of joints. "No way..." He put it in his pocket and you gave him a raised brow. "What?! I might need it after all of this!"
"Dewey will flip his shit if he finds joints in your pocket. Those are stale as fuck, I just know it...If you get mold in your lungs; don't say I didn't warn you."
"Okay, Grandma. I'll be a good responsible boy and make sure the weeds have a good home...My home." He shrugged with a laugh. "I may not have been a burn out but I remember what bad weed looked like. I'm looking before I roll it back up, honestly. "
You shook your head with a laugh and dug. Pulling out lighters...Then papers...Then a photo...And then a knife and gloves.
Randy cringed. "Now that seems more on point."
You handed him the gloves and knife before looking at the photo and your eyes widened considerably.
...It was you.
Randy's mouth hung open as well as he saw a 17 to 18 year old you. It was your yearbook photo of you smiling with a 90s hairstyle you loved to wear and a sweater.
"...What the fuck..." Randy breathlessly mumbled as you just stared...Why would he have a picture of you and only you? You flipped it over to see it was signed by you...Did you give him a photo? Why would you give your friend's boyfriend you barely knew at the time a picture of yourself?? Then you remembered...It was a gift to Sidney Prescott. Billy must have stole it.
You handed the photo to Randy who examined it as well as you tentatively opened the folded piece of paper...The more you read it...The more you felt your heart hammer and a queasy feeling in your stomach.
"What?...W-What does it say?" Randy asked before you handed it to him. He scrunched his brows, reading it outloud. "...I can't fight this anymore, not after fighting for our lives the way we did. Life is short...I know we went through so much but I have to tell you this-"
You spaced out, hearing it in Billy's voice instead of Randy's.
"I have to tell you this...I never thought we'd make it and I'm glad you lived. You're so lucky Mr. Prescott gave you such a shallow stab wound that night. We're lucky...Some of us weren't. I'm still trying to comprehend Randy and Tatum's deaths...Most of all, Sidney's...I miss her so much, YN. But I have to move on. We all do."
You clutched your mouth as it continued. Feeling like you might throw up.
"...That's why I have to tell you this. I don't know how you feel but I know how I feel about you. I know a love note is as corny as it gets but I can't seem to find the words to tell you this in person...The truth is, I care about you YN. I didn't know how much we needed each other until-"
Randy shoved the paper down in disgust. "I can't read this shit."
"Read it." You urged, feeling your eyes burn and your mouth dry.
Randy sighed heavily and picked it back up.
"I didn't know how much we needed each other until our lives depended on it. If this is too soon, I get it. But I really hope you consider giving me a chance. Sidney would want us both to move on and I know she'd be happy for us if we found each other. She'd want her best friend and her boyfriend to be happy...I know this is sudden but I think I'm falling for you and if you feel the same way, then meet me at the watertower this evening. If you don't then I guess I'll understand. I just know that I think about you a lot lately. Some of my best memories other than Sid were with you and I'd be an idiot to not tell you. You're the most unique, smart and honestly prettiest girl in Woodsboro now that Sidney's gone...Rest her soul and your poor boyfriend James but I can't wallow in misery anymore over what happened and neither should you. You deserve happiness YN and maybe that happiness can be with me? Don't be late for my sake....Billy."
Randy threw the paper to the side, utter disgust on his face as he growled out. "Bastard... This is some bullshit letter he was going to use if he got away with it. He was definitely going to kill you if you didn't show up...Low down fuckface." He glanced over at you and his features fell...You realized your cheeks were wet. "YN?...Hey. It's okay!" He softly gave, reaching over to put a hand on your shoulder.
You sucked in a shaky breath. "I-I...I didn't expect to find something like this..." You sniffed, staring at both the discarded picture and note on the floor. Randy frowned as he stared at you.
"...YN...I'm sorry you saw that but you know that it's all bullshit, right? He's a sick, demented fuck that looked at everyone as a pawn piece. I don't know what you're feeling but if it's guilt or sadness or something then shove that away. You don't owe him anything!"
"I know..." You closed your eyes and swallowed. "I know just...When he told me, I didn't believe him. I thought he was lying but...Why have a picture of me if he was? Why wrote those lies to get me out of every other girl in Woodsboro? He had so many after him, so why me?...I just...I just thought he was lying about jow he felt!"
Randy's brows rose. "What are you talking about?"
You sighed heavily, looking up at the ceiling as you both were on your knees on the floor. "...Ray, he told me he was in love with me." Randy looked taken aback as you continued in a heavy voice. "... When him and Stu ambushed me at my house and blackmailed me like they did; he told me he loved me and that was the only reason I didn't die that night...He...H-He...." You choked out. "He kissed me in the closet after he killed Tatum that night. I didn't know! I was just trying to get Sid and Tatum and you out of there and then Stu had her get beers and you had no idea so you were drinking with friends and Sidney went with him as soon as I found Tat's body...He dragged me in and kissed me after murdering my best friend and before screwing over my other best friend-" You softly released a sob. "I never told anyone because of Gale's book and you hated me then so I was too scared! Even after we made up I was scared you'd use it as leverage to blame me again for Sid's death and-"
Randy frowned deeply and rubbed your shoulder before pulling you close to him for a hug. You grabbed fistfuls of his shirt as he buried his face in your shoulder. His voice rising in disbelief. "Shh...It's okay. I never hated you! You should know that by now. I was just a weak kid that needed to blame someone...But Billy and Stu were the only ones to blame; not you." He rubbed your back as he spoke. "I never hated you; I hate him. I hate everything about him for what he did to you, to me, to Sidney, to Tatum and Dewey. That letter and picture changes nothing, understand?" He pulled back to look you in the eyes, hands on either shoulder.
You shook your head. "But it does...I came here looking for answers to the current murders or to see Billy for what he was even more than I already did...And I get a fucking love note and a picture of me he kept hidden."
"That doesn't make him a decent guy, YN."
"I know that-"
He lightly shook you. "No, you don't! I know you, so stop trying to see the good in some misunderstood kid! It's not there. Okay, even if he did have a crush on you that doesn't make him good underneath it all or some shit! Not after what he did and God knows what he would have done to you too...I know you have a lot of confusing things that happened to you but Billy Loomis was a piece of shit. He's dead. It doesn't matter what he 'felt' because he was a monster and he burnt up in that house like the demon fucker he was. You'll never have to worry about him ever again...Never, YN...Let go of your guilt, okay? Please. Look around us; you hanging onto this guilt is like hanging onto this room...Look at it." He gestured to the graffiti, dust, cobwebs of the room for emphasis.
You frowned...Knowing better but nodding. You went to take the picture and Randy tried to stop you. You instantly glared at him. "Randy, you've said no one else went through what I went through and it couldn't be more true. I did go through confusing things and I want to keep this note and picture for my own sake no matter how much more confusing it is...I don't feel guilt for trying to save him just as well as trying to kill him...But I'm keeping this."
He stared but let go. Giving you a sad look as you wiped your eyes and stood up.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Let's just get out of here before a neighbor calls Dewey on us." You roughly shoved the letter and picture in your pocket and took one last lokk at the room before walking out.
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You both drove just a little longer, going past Sidney's house that had been remodeled slightly and sold years ago. You went past Dewey's parents home that stayed the same...Randy asked if you wanted to go in but you declined. Not only did it not feel right without Dewey to enter Tatum's space but you had enough sad memories for one day...James house was gone. You reasoned it was in bad shape anyways and the property value decreased with him being found in the field behind that house with no face. But the park, the water tower, the quarry all were the same and you could appreciate that.
It was insane that the towns you lived in before, the childhood home that you lived in longer, didn't impact you like this town did. Like this friend group did...Less than a year living there and it was still permanently seared into your brain.
You and Randy got take out to eat at home as you tried to enjoy your time with him...Knowing what you were about to do might be the last even if you were confident you knew what to do. You were actually grateful for the hug you got from Randy earlier.
You purposely went to the fridge and scoffed. "Oh shoot, we're out of drinks here."
"Oh, well I can go tomorrow."
You shook your head. "No, I'll go. I'll take Dewey's jeep."
"No, don't do that! How about I go? Buddy system?"
"Uh actually...Is it offensive to want a bit of alone time? I just feel like someone needs to guard the house, ya know?"
He blinked but shook his head. "No. No, not at all, especially after today and...What we found. Can you hold down the fort till I'm gone then? I swear, I'll make it quick."
You nodded even if you were internally screaming at yourself to reconsider. "Yeah, totally. Just be careful."
"I have police following us, I think I'll be alright. You need to just lock the doors, leave lights on, get your gun, don't answer-"
You laughed and handed him his jacket. "I know the rules, Randy. Go get us snacks and drinks for a movie night, alright?"
He threw his jacket on and got his keys. "Fine but I swear, I want you in one piece. Okay? I'm not saying...You know because...Well, you know."
"It's alright. Follow the rules; we'll be alright."
He nodded. Waiting till he left and then Perkin's car followed. You instantly got the keys to Dewey's jeep, locked the house up and quickly got in the car. You eased out and drove the opposite direction Randy went. Heading to that damn inn on the outskirts of town before another officer was sent by Perkin's to watch you while he followed Randy...It was a comfort Randy had cops following him.
You came up on it and turned the car off. Frowning deeply before a determined look crossed your features...Knife, gun, mace, taser...All of it ready in the comfiest clothes you brought with you. You got out of the jeep and went straight to room 7...You listened at the otherside of the door, hearing shuffling behind it.
It opened and a hand snaked out to pull you into the dark room. Out of instinct, you grabbed that arm and rushed forward to slam your elbow into their stomach as the momentum took you inside. You quickly twisted the arm back as far as you could, hearing someone gasp in pain and you jammed your gun right into the back of their head against the wall.
"Alright, who are you and what are you tring to pull?!"
"YN!" A voice snapped out as a light flicked on. Illuminating the once dark room.
Your eyes adjusted to see...A man was in your grasp. Another was standing up and you once again relied on your instincts and self defense training, jerking the man you had a hold of in front of you with your back to the wall. His arm being twisted painfully the only thing keeping him from decking you and overpowering you was you twisting his arm at the wrist as you kept your gun on his neck.
"Yo! Stand down, it's us!"
Your face fell at the familiar voice. You just heard it on the phone last night...You saw Stu standing, hands up with a cringe.
....
You quickly released who you now realized was Billy as he jerked away from you with a glare, rubbing his arm. "Damn, why does she need us for? Fuck-" He grumbled.
You stared, mouth parted as the two grown men looked at you. Two faces you actually didn't think you'd see again....So many questions demaning to be answered, so many emotions, so much shock...All you could utter was their names with your gun still aimed.
"....Billy?....Stu?"
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"Specimen." Connor x Venom reader. *2*
Description: Y/n, a girl who's been alone her whole life, decides to change when an alien from the sky corrupts her body. Learning to cope with the symbiote named Venom, the two figure out a way to help put an end to disgusting humans who pick on the weak. But what happens when a certain Android detective is on her tail as if he was attracted to her all this time?
Warnings: Drama, blood, violence, stuff from the game, you know, the usual from Detroit become human.
Other things:
-I do not own Detroit Become Human; they belong to the owners and creators of the game.
-We will be following both Markus and Connors's side because the reader is with the deviants, while Connor, you know, does his cop duties, lol.
-Y/n is a human girl who is then corrupted by Venom; if you don't know who Venom is, then I recommend watching the movie about him, then that will sum it up for you.
Enjoy the second chapter, everyone. :)
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"You just don't know when to fucking quit do ya?" It was early morning the next day, and Hank was not having it at all.
Connor showed up same time he did, as both of them were now in the elevator going to the third floor. "Sorry, lieutenant," Connor spoke, turning to him. "I have to work with you until I accomplish my mission." Hank let out a growl. "Just don't get in my way, so we won't have problems. I hate working with other people, let alone a fucking android." Connor stood there for a second, an awkward silence arising as the elevator rose.
Breaking the Silence, Connor got out a notebook containing peak information on previous cases or current cases they have gone through. "I've been digging into the crime scene photos of Ortiz's house, especially the attic when that woman took the deviant." One of Hanks's eyebrows rose. "Ok, and? Our men found no traces of her up there; what will you get out of some crime-scene photo. And to be clear, how do we know she's even a girl? It could be a guy." Connor went silent for a moment. "She couldn't have been a male, my scanners scan her body, and it's in a shape of a 21-22-year-old woman." Hanks's eyes widened slightly. "A girl in her early twenties, escaping with the deviant and knowing the ropes of fucking up crime scenes at that young age, something tells me that she's been doing this for a long time, even before she turned an adult." Connor nodded. "Correct, either she had some help taking the deviant, or this was planned before the police even found out, maybe weeks prior." Hank put his hand to his beard, thinking of different solutions. "Do ya think she had her eye on this Android before the murder?" Connor went silent briefly before scanning multiple scenarios, some matching, some not.
"That could be a possibility; past cases state that deviants have been saving other 'deviants' like they turned into superheroes or are known as guardian angels." Hank got weird chills down his spine. "Shit...so androids believe in God, lord help this fucking world..." He then sighed. "Ok...so what about the girl? Is she a guardian Angel, A Superhero, or even human?" Glancing back at the photo, Connor blinked, looking at the traces of Venom that you purposely left behind. "She is definitely a human, no doubt about that, but the traces of slime I found on the photo doesn't seem to be 'human.'" Hank chuckled, getting a nervous feeling. "So she's possessed? That ain't the creepiest shit I ever seen." "She is not possessed, lieutenant. If she were to be possessed, her eyes would have gone all black or white; her eyes were completely normal. You saw her when she escaped; she just disappeared. I saw black slime come out of her back, she was definitely Human, but the thing inside her was not. It could be a SuperPower, an alien, or a disease that she uses to help her save the deviants; my scanner has run up many hypotheses and theories, all so different. This human deviant could block my shots and teleport away from the house easily; it tells us she's more dangerous than she really is. we better be careful when furthering into this investigation." Hank was silent before nodding as the elevator door dinged at their destination.
"Yeah...and hopefully, this time, our deviant gets taken away-" "Hello, detective." He and Connor paused, looking at an unfamiliar girl wearing a fancy work suit. Her hair was H/c, tied up into a simple yet low ponytail. Her eyes were a beautiful E/c, while her height was just standing at Y/H. (Your height.) Files grasped your hands as your right hand pushed up your glasses, a beautiful smile plastering your lips. Connor was trying to scan you, but the files he read were unknown, with no background or family; it just shows that you're working for the FBI.Confused, Hank walked closer, Connor soon following behind. "Who the hell are you supposed to be?" Smiling, you stepped closer. "My name is Y/n, L'n's, and I am from the FBI." Hank's eyes widened when you showed him your badge. "So the FBI is on our backs? Christ, can this day get any fucking worse? Why would the Feds send you here, to a police department?" You hugged the files closer and followed the two toward the lieutenant's desk. "I assure you, lieutenant, I am not fond of this either, but you and I know deviants rule the streets and must be stopped. That is why I am here. The streets are filled with crime and unidentified androids, which can get more dangerous in town areas. Especially when the deviant savior is roaming the streets." Connor raised an eyebrow to you. "Deviant Savior?" You looked at him, finally getting a good look at the RK 800, as the thoughts you thought about him earlier were defiantly not wrong.
Kamski knew what he was doing when he designed the androids, and he spent extra care and time on this one.
Feeling like you were staring and gushing at him for too long, you shook your thoughts before smiling again. "Connor, right? You're the deviant sent by cyber life?" He nodded. "Yes, and I believe we're unaware of your presence, Agent L/n's." You chuckled, waving his comment off. "Please, call me Y/n; I hate the 'Agent' stuff; unsurprisingly, Fowler didn't tell you; it was a last-minute decision. If I needed to hunt down the deviants and the Deviant savior, he told me you two were the best on the field." "Yeah, well, about that..." Hank let out an annoyed sigh, his eyes glaring up to you. "If you want to start today, it will be a bit before we can catch another deviant; the one we tried to capture yesterday escaped; maybe with the Deviant Savior, your little mouth's been yappin' about."'Confused,' one of your eyebrows rose while looking behind, your thumb pointing to the back where the interrogation room would be. "You mean that deviant?" Confused, Hank looked that way to see the subject sitting there, pacing back and forth. His eyes widened, as of Connors. "Y-Yeah..." Hank mumbled, thinking he saw things, as his hands rubbed his eyes, only to see the deviant still there. "Shit...I need a vacation...ok Agent, if you are so smart, how did it get here? It teleported away from us, so there's no way he would have just walked right in here. I bet it was fucking Gavin, that stupid piece of the prick of an asshole-" "Oh, Detective Reed didn't bring him in; I did. " He turned to you, soon crossing his arms with a slight chuckle.
"You? You brought him in?" His question had you nodding, the stupid smile still plastered to your face. "I found him in an alleyway, all bloodied and beaten up. He looked rather suspicious, and when he tried to run away, I knew he was a deviant, which made me want to take him in. So, it's exactly what I did. I'm sorry to concern you, Lieutenant, I was just trying to do my Job-" "Well, next time you try to do your job, leave the 'finding deviants' to the fucking professionals, got it? You can't just walk in here, high and mighty because of your FBI, and fuck up the investigation. I'm in charge, and you will not do this again, right?" Silent momentarily, you glared at him momentarily before he turned and walked away. Connor was just silent as he turned to you. "Can you tell me more about the Deviant Savior? What does it look like? What are its intentions?" With a sigh, you turned to him while setting the files down. "You are a curious one, aren't ya? Well, I guess you could know, but it would have to be an explanation for later, let's just say, about the Deviant Savior, think of her as a Guardian Angel, but for Androids, because that's how they view her. I'm guessing bt the questions you asked me you've met her before, right?" He nodded. "Yes, we saw a female figure with the deviant you brought in. She was wearing all black and red, covering her head with a cloak. She blocked my attacks before I could get to them and teleported away. It was like she was inhuman like she wasn't a regular Woman."
"Well, that's some good thinking, Connor; saying that a Woman blocked your attacks easily seems normal, but teleporting away, just seems absurd. It's the same description everyone has been describing her, teleporting away, black goop coming from her back, heck, some even rumored that she kills her own kind." Connors' eyes widened slightly. "You mean she has killed other humans?" "Seems crazy, right? But, I'd think to know this Deviant Savior defeats all kinds, Androids or humans; it's just a matter of who's picking on the weak." "I see.." Connor looked down slightly, taking in on what you just said. "So, she could be on her own side, a Savior to all...I will investigate her further; thank you for the information, Detective. It will not go to waste." Smiling, you patted his shoulder. "Your welcome, Connor, and please, just call me Y/n; I hate the formalities-"
"Connor!" Both of you turned, seeing Hank with a new cup of coffee; he motioned Connor to follow as he turned back to you. "Will you be interrogating this Deviant with us?" "You smiled more. "Wouldn't miss it for the world. Now, you should go before your partner drags you out." He nodded to your question. "Indeed, I'll see you later....de-I mean, Y/n." Watching him turn, he headed towards Hank, who threw a file into the hands of the androids. "What did she discuss with you? nothing threatening, I hope." Connor looked back as you were checking messages on your phone. The light behind beamed onto your form, radiant hair, and skin, and self-reflected around the police department. Remembering the information he just gave you about the Deviant Savior, he turned back in front and looked at Hank. "Just some useful information about the Deviant Savior; she knows a lot about her, for a Human. She must have been investigating it for a long time." Hank scoffed. "Yeah, feds tell you that stuff for believing their lies. Look, she seems like a nice girl, but we need to keep our guard up, the feds are already shady as they go, and if we do something wrong, the case is theirs, no questions, if's, and's or but's about it. Now, look through those files and follow me, if we can get this tin-can bastard to talk, then we can look further into the investigation." As Hank walked ahead, Connor soon followed, listening to Hank's instructions as he looked through the files, quickly and efficiently. Watching the two heads that way, your mouth formed a smirk before Venom popped out of your back, Time suddenly stopping as he awakened from his nap. 'The hell just happened-WOAH. WHY ARE WE AT THE POLICE?!'
"Good morning, buddy! Nice nap?" 'Don't give me that bullshit, and tell me what's happening. I was asleep for two days, and you're already entering enemy territory? And I thought I was stupid for almost pushing that Simon Tin-Can off the building.' 'You missed a lot, I'll have to fill you in later-wait, you pushed Simon off the building?!'
'Hints the word 'Almost.' He ate my chocolate cake; it was the last one before the world went to shit. No one else would have punished him for his crimes, so I made him wet his pants a little; you should've seen his face; he looked like a constipated child, waiting for their shit to finally come out of their asshole.' Your eyes rolled. "First of all, that's a little harsh; second, Androids don't even have human boul functions, so they can't pee; and third, you need to apologize to him when we return. No wonder he was acting bossy; you started it."
'Like hell! I won't apologize to that lying piece of Tin! He shouldn't have eaten my piece of chocolate cake, then! He basically started it! It's like when you and North fought for a fucking month over some stupid Skittles that were in a crate we ravaged back at Cyberlife.'
"Ok, I had a reason to fight for those; she can't even eat; she just likes the texture in her 'mouth.'" 'Ok, and you still got revenge; Sad you didn't kill the bitch, but you still got revenge, why can't I?' "Because Simon is important to the team, you can't kill him, and I can't kill North, so we both have to stick with them, whether we like it or not." 'I hate that your fucking right all the time....why can't you be president instead of that old hag of a human?' "Because I flunked out of law school and invited your ass to come inside me to be your vessel." '......oh, I'm so sorry.' You shrugged. "No biggie, my life is way more impressive now than it would have ever been, I can't Imagine what the old hags do off camera, now are you done being a Mr grump grump, or are you going to be reasonable during the 'interogation?' 'If the decoy fucks up I blame you.' "Why?! Your the one who made it! It was North's Idea anyway!" 'I'm just saying, they are all counting on you, including her, so If you or the Robo Cop finds a way for it to give the police information, while having the thing kill itself with no one else in harms way, then you should be fine, no pressure.' Feeling him go back into your back, you took a deep breath before time started again, leaving Connor and the department being able to move again, knowing little and having no Memrory of what just happened. Looking at your coffee, you sipped it one last time, as you grasped it more into your hands, yourself getting off the desk you were leaning on.
Hopefully, thinking as you walked, this decoy Venom has made will do the trick for the police because If that RK 800 finds out this is all a rouse, you and Jerhico might be discovered, and Venom or yourself might be separated and arrested, or worse, even killed. So this operation must go smoothly, all of the androids and Jericoh are all counting on you...because...
'You're the Deviant savior after all.'
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"Why did you do it...? Why did you kill him?" It was investigation time, and Hank had been trying to talk to your decoy for hours, but nothing coming out of its mouth. Venom and you designed it so that only Connor could speak to it. He was beside you, as another person you didn't recognize was leaning against the wall, closer to the non-see-through glass, the three of you carefully listening in. "How long were you in the attic? Who was that girl who took you away?" No answer, just a long, filled noise of silence. Hank couldn't get anything out of the thing as the deviant kept looking at the table, his hands cuffed to the metal below him. "Why did you take the girl's hands? Why did you want to run away? Scared? Scared that we might have killed ya? Because you killed that man, and your fleeing with her might have something to do with it." Again, nothing. The silence started to piss Hank off, and he cursed under his breath before getting up from the chair and exiting the room. 'If he isn't a stupid, brainless human, he would have him talking by now.'
'Be quiet; he tried his best.' 'Yes, he did, and we designed this stupid decoy for only the Rk 800 bastard to talk to; this old hag isn't going to do shit.' 'Just trust in the process, Venom; Connor will soon ask questions, I know it. That's why Cyber life brought him in, remember?' 'Yeah, brought him in to help; I highly doubt these shit of humans would even let him near the decoy, let alone ask him some questions.' 'I know you're concerned for Connor, but he will get the decoy to talk; after all, if it destroys itself, we programmed it to tell Connor all he needs to know about the RA9, the I AM ALIVE sign, and even why Carlo's was killed by him, all we need is patience...' '...Fine, but if all of this blows over, you owe me another chocolate cake at the cafe ten blocks from here, got it?' You smiled. 'Got it.'
Eying the lieutenant more through the walls, he entered the room, and you heard some grumbles coming from his mouth. "We're wasting our time interrogating a machine where we'll get nothing out of it!" He snarled, sitting in the chair Beside you, as the guy on the wall chuckled. "You could always try ruffing it up a little; after all, it's not human." 'You disgust me; I'd rather eat someone than ruff them up; it makes it easier. Besides, androids have a wonderful minty aftertaste. ' Glaring at him harshly, you felt sick with his comment before Connor looked at him. "Androids don't feel pain. You would only damage it-" "And that wouldn't make it talk either; it would make it more freaked out than it already is."You added, looking back to the decoy. "Besides, putting more stress on the deviant will make it self-destruct; we don't want the whole building to go Boom, Boom." The man kicked off the wall, glaring harshly at you. "Ok, smartasses..." Stopping, his arms crossed again. "What should we do, then?" 'Throw you out the window, you human piece of trash.' As you and Connor looked at each other, you looked back at the man. "Connor could try questioning it; he was sent here for that reason. And if it doesn't work, I can try; it's my case, too." "Oh, I-i'm sorry, I didn't know the fed's own everything now; if this is your case, by all means, send the fucking coke can in; it's not like Hank and I have an opinion after all." 'Oh, there's always an option to eat and devour your bones.' "For fuck sake, enough, Gavin, roughing this guy up won't help; these two, that's all that's left; you two do on, the suspect is all your's." "Smiling, you stood up and looked at Connor. "Wanna interrogate him together? He might have a better chance of getting him to talk than with one person." Thinking for a moment, Connor looked at the deviant. "That might not be a bad idea, detective; let's go." Nodding, you followed, exiting the door and entering the interrogation side. The decoy immediately saw you, as your pointer finger quickly went to your mouth, wanting it to be quiet.
As Connor sat in front of the Devaint, he began to analyze him, every single movement, inch, and tech this android had on him. He even looked into his wounds. You went to the corner, leaning against the wall as your arms crossed, Venom reading his stress level at 35%. 'His levels are steady; we need the Robocop to get our decoy to 100% stress level for it to talk; we'll let it destroy itself, right?' You nodded. 'Yeah, because why would we give them more evidence? We don't want them too far ahead or too close to our tail; let's keep this thing simple and see what Connor can do.'
The file at the end of the table was now in front of your decoy as Connors's hands opened it, revealing a familiar picture of Carlos to the deviant. "Remember him? It's Carlos Ortiz, Stabbed 28 times." He flipped to the next picture; I AM ALIVE. "That is written on the wall with his blood." His stress level rose as Connors's head tilted slightly. "I detect an instability in your program; it can trigger an unpleasant feeling, like fear in humans." The decoy was still silent but looked up slightly to Connor, to you, then back to the table. ""You've been silent since they've arrested you. If you don't cooperate, they'll do things the hard way. Is that what you want?" The deviant's stress rose more, now at 43%. "You don't seem to understand the situation. You killed a human; they'll tear you apart if you don't say something." The stress level at 47%. "I'm here to help you...but you gotta trust me." Connor spoke, leaning more toward the deviant. "All I want is to get you out of here." He stated as the deviant's head looked up, himself hesitantly looking around. "W-What are t-they going to do to me..?" Connor was silent, alerting the deviant to freak out as he looked at Connor. "They're going to destroy me, aren't they?" "They're going to destroy you to look at your bio components; they have to if you don't tell us anything in use." "Why did you tell them she found me? Why coudln't you have her just take me to a safer place?" "She, in Meaning the girl who took you, who is she? What were her intentions with you?" The defiant was silent, but he answered “Nothing terrible to us, but to humans, she hates, she felt the same hatred towards my owner as I...she wanted to save me; she wanted me to have freedom; she was going to take me to a place where all androids Roam-free, where all called to RA9." "RA9… that symbol was written all over the shower walls in the bathroom. Was that what you're doing?" The deviant glared up at him. "It's the only way for him to see my message, my prayer....humans….they must be stopped." 'Damn it. He's getting nowhere; he's only at a stress level of 50%. He needs to be 100%. Can you do something? This Tin Can is getting me pissed."
You kicked yourself off the wall, grabbing a file from your coat as you stood beside Connor, slamming it to the table, the decoy jumping slightly. "28 STAB WOUNDS!" you snarled, both of your hands going to the table as you leaned closer to the decoy, face getting more irritated. "That's how many times you killed your owner, 28 times; if you really wanted to be free, then for murder, we would charge you the same for a human man, life to prison or sentence to death; you will get the same treatment if you don't speak. You hear me?! WHO IS THE DEVIANT SAVIOR? WHO IS RA9?!" You were very close to the deviant's face, his stress level skyrocketing from 50% to 80%. Venom lowered your voice slightly as the loudness and the deepness echoes the room. It shocked Connor slightly; his eyes looked around to see if anyone else was in the room, but no one was. Just you, and your incredible voice change. Gavin whistled behind the glass, shivers descending his spine while looking at a shocked but impressed Hank. "For a fed...she has good skills, scared the suspect and the tin can to death." Gulping, Hank leaned towards the glass more, his skin getting goosebumps. "She didn't just scare them...Holy shit... I-i think I might have just shit myself..." “what’s wrong Hank? Can’t take a little puberty?” Hank glared to him. “That was not puberty, smart ass, that…” Looking back to you, your eyes dug into the deviants soul, as a dark aroama formed around you, giving the interrogation room a different feeling from before. “That was inhuman.”
"You're not going to talk?" You asked, a small chuckle escaping your lips as you lifted up from the table, soon crossing your arms. "Probe his memory, Connor." The deviant's eyes widened as he looked at you, shocked. “How do you-is that is necessary? He answered my questions perfectly-“ “Just to it, Connor!” “But I-“ “DO IT!” The deviant face shot up, looking at the two of you now as his eyes were filled with fear. “W-What?! N-No, please, please don't let me relive what I've been through, no, NO, NO-" Connor grabbed hold of his head with both hands, a shit ton of information transferring from the deviant to him. After a lot of screaming from the decoy and around 15 minutes of containing said information, Connor was finished; as he quickly let go, the deviant's stress was entirely at 100 percent. Not seeing to investigate further, Connor looked at you, slightly overwhelmed by what he saw. “I have the information; we got all we need." Sensing some concern or remorseful emotion coming from him, you nodded, soon hopping off the table. "Let's get out of here then; we're done; take him back." Hank was hesitant at first but soon built up a little courage and got up from his Chair, Gavin sending his men in there to take the suspect back. But, as the bunch of you were about to leave, a loud bang arose, multiple actually.
*BANG!*
*BANG!*
*BANG!*
"What the hell?!" Hank went into the room and everyone turned to see the deviant banging his head against the wall, trying to kill himself directly. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IDIOTS?! STOP HIM!!" Gavin ordered, he and his men tried to hold the deviant back, but the deviant just kept slamming his head, as blue blood spread all across the table.
"H-He's too strong! I can't stop him!!!" Yelled an officer, who was still trying to stop it, but it kept going until his breathing and wiring were no more.
Slamming his head for the last time, he face-planted dead onto the metal surface, more blue blood escaping, splattering onto Hank and other officers.
You and Connor weren't surprised by this, but everyone else in the room felt goosebumps and vomit coming up from their throats. The deviant showing no signs of life. “W-What the hell-Just happened?" Hanked asked, trying to get his breath, as you simply looked at him, no emotion showing. "He killed himself because of high stress when Connor probed his memory. It's a way to get information about what happened, but instead of Connor getting it, they both got it, which brought anxiety and stress to the Suspect. That action was necessary since he wasn't talking or giving both of us helpful information; he got it himself. Now, we can really start the investigation; we're done here; if you'd excuse me, gentlemen, I will report to Fowler the incident." And with that, you left, leaving everyone but Connor in utter confusion and shock. But Connor wasn't just going to let you leave, as he followed you right out, Running to you. "Detective!" Stopping, you turned to Connor before smiling. "Connor, I told you to call me Y/n-" "How did you know I can probe Deviants memory? That's a tactic only Androids know." Not surprised that he asked this question, you sighed.
"I work with Androids, the Feds higher all kinds of different android Ranks, and my partners, just happen to be Androids." You lied, Connors LED turning yellow as he processed the information. "You knew the Probe technique would work; why didn't you tell me we needed to use it before going there?" Chuckling, your head shook."Connor, it was a last-minute decision, we were getting no answers from the deviant, and we had no time to discuss the matter; it seems that you did it right away when I asked, but you didn't have to do it. For the future and as a learner of experience, if you want things to work when having a partner or working with someone that's not an android, communication is something that I should have done. Another is standing up for what's right or wrong; if you thought probing the enemy's memory was a bad idea, it would have been wise to say something. Wrong feelings in dire situations can lead to good actions, but good feelings in dire situations can lead to bad decisions. Do you understand?" he simply nodded. "Yes, I think so." "Good, I know you and Hank might not trust me because I'm FBI, but the three of us have the same mission on our hands, to do what is right and to find the Deviant Savior, so we all have to work together whether we like it or not, so, I will take my leave and head to fowlers office, I will see you both when another case pulls up." Connor nodded. "Will do detective!” Turning with a sigh, you pointed to him. “We’ll work on that too, because my name is not detective Connor…”
“It’s Y/n.”
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Just saw Thor Love and Thunder and I need to talk about it so read ahead at your own risk.
First of all, i love the fucking goats they are the star of the show.
Okay now onto the movie. I loved it. One of the funniest and most heart wretching films I had ever seen. The casting is always incredible with Taika films and they did another amazing job. I am so happy to see Natalie Portman return.
I will say that her Jane Foster with cancer was not a surprise seeing as though that is what happened in the comics. However I was surprised to see her death at the end of the film. I truly thought that it was going to follow the comics and have Jane become the new Thor and the og Thor would either die or step down. Her death did make me cry but it was nice to get a proper closure for Thor and Janes relationship and even finding out how they broke up in the first place.
Thor in the film was hilarious and I loved to see his growth as a character. To see his struggle with depression and PTSD and even take advice from Peter Quill who is someone we have learned he does not have the best relationship with. Him learning about the corrupt power system in what im guessing was Mount Olympus because i do not remember what it is actually called was incredible. Him learning that he was on his own and would ultimately have to face this fight alone was somewhat sad but seeing him literally rip one through Zeus was amazing.
Valkyrie my true king, I love you. She is the best character in this series and seeing her go one on one with Gor??? Incredible. I literally was about to cry because i thought she was dead but im glad she lived. Also when she kissed Zeus' maid on the hand i was dying because I wanted that to be me.
Korg had mw sobbing. This dude literally almost died and then ended up making a baby with a man named DWAYNE? Adorable. 10/10.
Also fucking Axel??? HEIMDALS SON??? YES PLEASE HE WAS ADORABLE!! Iloved his interactions with Thor and I see him playing a huge part in the future movies.
Christian fucking bale this man scared the fuck out of me. He is the creepiest MCU villain thus far. He does an amazing job portraying the same character with split personalities after being corrupted. His character was complex and really dug into religion as well for it being a marvel film. With it being a controversial topic right now I think that many will not take to it lightly. However his performance was incredible. Another masterpiece for him and another DC actor converted to marvel.
But seriously the ending threw me through a loop. With the way things were going in Eternity, I truly thought that Jane and Thor were going to raise his daughter together. But seeing Jane die in Thors arms like that? I was sobbing in the theatre.
The first post credit scene somewhat confirmed for me that thor was going to die soon. With Zeus still living and calling upon Hercules its kinda a given. Will Herc kill Thor? Most likely. Will Herc live? I doubt it. I think that they will end up either killing each other or Thors new niece will end his life.
The second post credit scene. This had the whole theatre gasping. Imagine it. Everyone is talking, sotting around, waiting to see if the lights turn on or if there's a second post credit scene. Then, the gold sparks appear on screen. Within a matter of two seconds, everyone was back in their seats and the theater was silent. We see Jane appear at the Gates of Val Halla. And who is there to greet her? Heimdal. Literally everyone gasped when seeing him. And sadly, after Jane had lost her battle with cancer, she was allowed into the great hall of gods, who have all lost their lives in their own battles.
Overall this was my favorite thor movie. I love Natalie Portman and Chris Hemsworth on screen together. They have great chemistry and work so well together. Im happy she was able to get a proper farewell for the franchise and got the proper treatment she deserved for her work. I cant wait to see what comes next when Thor returns.
#thor#thor love and thunder#thor love and thunder spoilers#thor spoilers#chris hemsworth#natalie portman#tessa thompson#taika waititi#christian bale
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Master Post of Writings and Series
HFY Science Fiction
That Isn't a Ship, It's a Cannon with FTL!
Military fiction revolving around space pirates and a railgun someone strapped an FTL drive to. There are three parts, the link above should let you scroll through the whole series.
Like Sharks
A short fic based on the prompt "Humans are the only ones to actually develop FTL. Everyone else just uses wormholes."
The Scattering
Experimental piece. I normally do prose, but I tried a poem. Inspired by the Dark Forest Theory.
"So...What's the biggest gun you've ever made?"
First installment starring Earl, a weapons designer. In this episode he explains the basics of fission-based fusion weapons, their applications in throwing things into orbit. Also stars a horny lobsterman.
"R&D? More like R&Deez Nuts"
Second installment starring Earl. This is a laser tag fight starring the R&D division, accounting, and sales. There will be male bonding. Or else.
"Yeah, sure, and I shit thermite. Be serious."
Earl drinks until he pukes. Aliens learn that humans produce hydrochloric acid for digestion.
The Vengabus is Coming!
A pinned down group of soldiers has to call in a human tank for backup. Shock and awe does not begin to describe it.
Hold Your Breath and Burn
The bad news is that he's gonna die in space. The good news is that he can make it count.
"I will solve you if I must."
The last tool of diplomacy is threats.
Burning Bridges
You don't have to kill a soldier to keep them from being a combatant.
"I think we underestimated the scale of the human species by eight or nine orders of magnitude."
In which humans turn out to be the swarm.
Party Favors
Humanity solved mortality. It did not solve boredom. Now it's everyone's problem. Starring my creepiest humans, a lot of drugs, and the leasy sexy descriptions of sex I could make.
HFY Fantasy
Small, Fragile, and Destined to Die
There's something to be said for spitting in the face of death. Sometimes, literally.
"Healing+Lightning=Wizard Launcher"
Unconventional spell uses let a wizard punch above his weight. And bite. And kick. Human wizards make a lot of ruckus.
An Honorary Troll
A wizard fights a troll. It is not a very wizardly fight. I considered it a very loose sequel to the story above it, but both can absolutely be read separately.
Dale of the Dales
A two part series about a human protecting a town of halflings from an army of gnomes with the power of hospitality, and also being comparatively massive.
Why Human's Can't Cast
On the properties of superconductors and golden gods.
The Thunder God of Honnillee
A human is adopted by a halfling.
What Talon and What Dreadful Claw
Tragedy with a man and a spynx.
Unsorted Fictions
Leviathan
A necromancer scours the depths of hell for a soul worthy of his creation. He finds more than he bargained for.
Odysseus in Space
(It's very, very good)
Biographical Pieces
The Kitchen Labyrinth of Missile Science
Why does a classified facility with 30 people at it have 7 kitchens? What would you do if I told you it has seven of every kind of room?
The Fridges. Oh my God, the Fridges.
It also has 20 fridges in it. Obviously.
Kevin vs. Intro to Quantum
You would be surprised at the kind of intellectual challenges random bystanders can take. I certainly was. Layman walks in and becomes the class mascot.
The Condom Bomber
In which I fuck up.
Videos
None of these are narrated by me, but I thought I'd list them here for anyone that prefers listening to reading.
Like Sharks, read by Grey Voice. He focuses on smooth reading.
Like Sharks, read by Aggro Squirrel. He has a theatrical voice.
Like Sharks, read by NetNarrator. He has a fast, clipped style.
The Vengabus is Coming & Burning Bridges 2 for 1 by Aggro Squirrel. "Yeah, and I shit thermite. Be serious." by Net Narrator.
"So, what's the biggest gun you've ever made?" by Aggro Squirrel.
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oh my god I was scrolling halloween decorations online and they make spooky window clings with like ghosts looking out and it reminded me of the creepiest fucking thing ever written which is from pinocchio which I read way too young
there's a lot of fucked up shit in pinocchio including pinocchio flat out killing the talking cricket and being followed around by its ghost for the rest of the book but absolutely nothing is as fucked up as a little dead girl coming to the window and looking out with her eyes closed
#psir#books#pinocchio#cw death#i mean i guess she's not actually dead. she's just fucking with pinocchio#as is her wont#but still
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Notes on Ep 31-32 (TMA)
Jonathon singing a hunting we will go is the creepiest thing I’ve ever heard
Oh, he doesn’t want to hear about any statements regarding being hunted
Touched a nerve
Martin has been living at the Institute for two months and Jonathon is leaving less and less and Jane prentice is still leaving worms and they have no clue what’s going on. This is getting interesting.
OH MY GOD JANE PRENTICE THEY FOUND YOUR STATEMENT
Holy SHIT THIS IS ACTUALLY GETTING UNDER MY SKIN
Literally ewwww nooo shut up stop talking
I am… right there with you Jon what the actual fuck
I kept thinking she was seeing into the future and she was actually saying this to the team and Jon from the past 👀
(Don’t tell me if that’s true, it probably isn’t but I got caught up thinking it was)
Who is Oliver? Probably no one right?
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ops and hcs on hualian idol au. also i adore ur writing and want it injected into my bone marrow
firstly, thank you. this is one of the best compliments i have ever gotten for my writing and i would like to eat it
secondly, i literally spent like 5 mins trying to figure out what ops and hcs means but i am going to assume it means opinions and headcanons??? consulted my friend and she also said opinions and headcanons so we are going to go with that. if it doesn’t mean that then this is going to be really embarrassing BUT.
i actually have like. 3 hualian idol au wips buried somewhere in my gdocs. maybe one day i will complete them but in the mean time here are some of my. ops and hcs:
- i had an idol au a few years ago where hua cheng is in a group with feng xin, mu qing, and he xuan, and i still think that’s so fucking funny. i just dug through my gdocs and found the 1 page i wrote of it back in september 2021:
- alternatively i think having all 4 calamities in an idol group is also equally hilarious. and then another group is xianle trio. sqx and swd an idol duo. OR three tumors are a group and sqx a solo idol.
- alternatively xianle trio group and huaxuan duo because i am crazy and predictable.
- idk if this counts but i have another wip from february 2021 where xie lian works at a convenience store and is a fan of hua cheng the idol. like SUCH a big fan. he goes broke to buy all the merch, knows of him from the predebut days, attends every concert albeit his nosebleed seats, etc etc. and then one day hua cheng walks into the store in like a mask and stuff and immediately falls in love with the pretty cashier and stuff. u know how hualian goes. anyways i also found the 1 page of this au i had written:
oh my god ok so i actually had more of this au dumped in my dms with bella (astrocosmos on ao3). so fxmq are xl’s besties in this au and they are both secretly big fans of hua cheng even tho they would rather die than admit that out loud. one day they all accidentally meet in the merch line at one of hua cheng’s concerts and all hell breaks loose.
fxmq: [fighting in the merch line]
xie lian walking up to them out of nowhere: do you guys think i should get the ghost city era picket or the paradise manor era picket?
fxmq, immediately: OBVIOUSLY GHOST CITY—wait, XIE LIAN?!?!?!!?!?!
xie lian: [smiling serenely] hello guys
MOVING ON
- hualian idol au where xianle trio are an idol group and hua cheng literally comes to EVERY SINGLE ONE of their fansigns, buys a SHIT ton of albums to make sure he gets in every time, and at the actual fansign he just completely ignores fx and mq and instead spends the entire time complimenting xl and showering him with presents, etc etc. xie lian’s company literally has to enforce a No Gifts At Fansigns rule bc of hua cheng. fx and mq thinks that he is the creepiest thing on the planet. there are whole subgroups of netizens who HATE hc and think he’s really creepy bc he’s ALWAYS around xl. meanwhile xl thinks hc is the cutest person ever and is in love with him. yeah.
- hualian idol au with solo idols xie lian and hua cheng and their fanbases HATE each other. think armys and blinks. engenes and teumes. i can’t really think of any more but u get the idea. meanwhile xl and hc are dating LMAOOO
- ok that ^ but imagine like a socmed/twt au where like. this random twt account starts getting really popular and they are like hualian shippers and both of xl and hc’s fanbases make fun of them all the time and it’s literally the only thing the two groups ever agree on: that this random acc is stupid af and completely delusional. THEN ONE DAY the admin of the acc posts a selfie and guess what. it’s hua cheng. and then xl replies to the selfie from his very real main twitter account and the internet just goes fucking bonkers
i am sorry this is literally a whole dump of aus and thoughts for no reason but. yeah. those are all the ops and hcs i can think of right now!!!!!!! thank u for asking me this question and giving me an excuse to ramble about hualian. <3 hope you are having a lovely day <3
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