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bellezaycafe · 4 months

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Get Your Shit Together - Chapter 4

genre: 2024 Season AU

pairing: there will be romance but I haven't finalised who yet. platonic! oc x literally the whole grid.

warnings: lots swearing, major car accident, mentions of broken bones, blood and hospitals. A lot of shit happens. Limited knowledge of Silverstone or how the structure of their emergency response on track works.

context: Sadie, a 20 year old university student from Melbourne, decided to take a gap year and volunteer at 2 Formula One races in different countries.

Sadie's Faceclaim: Maia Mitchell (but you can visualise her howver you want :) )

comments: ...prepare for pain. I'm not sorry. I did speak to a doctor friend, and Sadie continuing with her injuries is plausible.

Part 1 | Masterlist

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“Fuck me, it’s a bit cold,” Sadie complained to the middle-aged paramedic beside her.

“Is it too cold for the Australian kid?” Mark laughed.

Sadie turned to him, looked up and frowned. “Not a kid, fuck you.”

Mark laughed again and tried to pat her on the head, which Sadie swatted away.

“Let’s just hope today’s race is dry,” he said after a moment.

Sadie nodded, stray wisps of her dark brown hair loosely flying around her face in the breeze.

Silverstone, in June, was the same temperature as Sadie’s home town in September, just leaving winter into spring.

“This is not summer weather,” she whined.

“You volunteered, kid,” Joe reminded her.

“I know, I know.”

“Where have they placed you?”

“Medics at turn 13. That’s Stowe, right?”

“Yeah. It can be a dangerous one. But you’re with my older brother Keith, so you’ll be fine.”

"How is it in the wet?"

"Worse, but the drivers are in safe hands."

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Sadie paced as she watched 18 -Pierre Gasly and Oscar Piastri had sent each other out early in the race- of the best drivers in the world speed past.

“Sadie,” Keith called, “you should sit down.”

“I’m more anxious when I sit,” she replied without taking her eyes off the track. The track that was getting wetter and wetter as the minutes past.

"Mark said to let you pace and I will, but nothing is going to happen," the grey-haired man reassured.

Sadie sent him a kind smile but didn't reply out loud.

It was a good thing she didn’t. They might have missed it.

Two Red Bulls, the McLaren and a Mercedes flew into view. The McLaren, Lando's McLaren, clipped the back wheel of Lewis Hamilton's Mercedes, sending a shower of debris into the misting rain.

Lando's car spun, twice and then slammed into the wall side on. Lewis spun once but managed to pull his car to a spot in the gravel before it could collide with anything.

Sadie was out the door, pulling on her mandatory helmut and grabbing a first aid kit before Keith was out of his chair.

"Go to the McLaren!" Keith shouted to her as he followed with another kit. "I'll take the Merc!"

She didn't acknowledge his order but followed it without hesitation. She jumped the barrier, her gaze locked on the fluro yellow helmet. The helmet that was barely moving.

"Lando," she shouted as she reached the car. "Are you okay?"

"No!" His voice came as a strangled croak, barely loud enough for her to hear him.

She dropped the first aid kit and grabbed the steering wheel he was holding out.

"You will be, we're here." She stated. "Can you get out?"

Sadie didn't breathe as Lando cried out. "My foot!" he wailed. "My ankle!"

"Okay, take a deep breath, Lando. Push yourself up with you arms. You're strong, mate. Push."

She didn't know what she was saying. She was running on instinct and adrenaline. Purely, instinct and adrenaline.

Get them off the track, Mark's voice rang in her head. Get them somewhere safe.

Lando hoisted himself onto the halo and Sadie saw his ankle bent at an unnatural angle. She couldn't let it show on her face.

"Alright, Lando swing to me. Swing around."

He did so, wobbling dangerously.

"Drop onto your right foot, I'm here."

Cars sped past, the flag only yellow.

Lando didn't drop onto his feet, he fell from the car and into Sadie. She was lucky she had braced herself as she caught him.

He screamed in pain as his ankle hit the ground.

"Lando, my name is Sadie. I've got you now, do not put your right foot on the ground. I'm gonna get you to the medical tent."

"Sadie? Melbourne Sadie?" He whimpered. He couldn't stop making small sounds of pain.

She opened his visor, met his watercolour eyes. She knew her helmet had no visor, knew he could see her eyes.

"Yes, Lando, it's Melbourne Sadie. I've got you now, we've got to get you off the track."

She hauled his left arm over her shoulders and wrapped an arm around his waist. "Walk with me Lando. That's it, with your right foot. Good. You're gonna be okay, mate. It's just a scratch."

Sadie still hadn't registered what she was saying, or the fact that Lando was leaning almost all of his weight on her.

Her head snapped up at the sound of approaching cars. With hands firmly on his waist, Sadie slipped out from under his left arm and placed herself under his right.

She put herself between him and the oncoming cars. She didn't know what might happen, hadn't thought about it. She hadn't thought at all.

It was Perez's Red Bull that struck the McLaren or Mercedes debris. More debris flew through the rain, some thing off all three cars. Sadie pulled Lando tighter into her and shielded him as she continued to pull him towards the closest exit.

Pain tore though Sadie's adrenaline. Her right side, both arm and leg. She stumbled, barely, but right herself and Lando cried out in pain again.

She knew two things, do not stop and do not let the pain stop you.

"I've got you Lando, you're going great. Keep going!"

"Sadie," he whimpered. "Fuck. My ankle, Sadie, my car."

"I know, Lando, I know. You're going to be okay. Your car will be fine, you will be okay."

"Fuck," he whimpered again.

"Keep going, pretty boy. Don't put that left foot on the ground. You're gonna be okay, pretty boy."

More hands joined hers and pulled Lando over the barrier. She didn't register who it was, only that he was on the other side and being treated. She heard a lot of swearing, she heard someone call her name.

She looked up to see Lando staring at her leg. He was laying down, on an ambulance stretcher.

"Sadie," he croaked, his eyes rising to hers.

She didn't look down, a part of her knew she didn't want to know. Sadie kept his eye contact as she tried to stand upright. "I'm okay, Lando. I'm okay." She reassured.

Some one stepped into her line of sight and she lost view of his face. They hauled him into the waiting ambulance.

"Fuck, kid." She recognised that voice.

She turned, limped around to face Mark.

"Mark, Lando he's -" He recognised her voice, just as she had his. She was still wearing the medic's helmet.

"Sadie, your leg. You've-" He stepped forwards and pulled a chair with him.

"I don't know," she whispered. She couldn't be louder, she tried to say it louder but it was the same whispered, "I don't know. I haven't looked."

The paramedic rushed to her, placing the chair beneath her as her right leg gave out.

"Don't look," he muttered. "You're gonna be okay, but you can't look."

Someone handed him gauze and bandages. Another handed him saline and scissors.

Lewis stepped into Sadie's quickly narrowing line of sight.

"Oh my god," he exclaimed.

When Sadie saw him, she remembered what she'd done. She thought about what she'd done.

The crash. Catching Lando. Essentially dragging him off the track. Putting herself between him and the cars. Her leg. She didn't know the damage but her leg was on fire.

"Sir," she breathed. "Lewis, my helmet, please."

"Oh my god, kid. They're gonna look after you, okay?" He dropped to his knees next to her, leaving his own helmet in the dust.

"I know," she croaked as he undid the straps at her chin. "It's not that. The media- Lewis, hide me from the media. Please."

That's when Lewis recognised Sadie. Her brown hair was plastered to her pale face. Her brown eyes were wide with fear.

"Oh shit. Okay kid, yeah. They'll never know your name, they'll never see your face. I swear it, kid. I promise."

Someone handed her a green piece of plastic. The green whistle. Pain relief, and a very strong one.

He last words before the high kicked in were, "Lewis, please. No reports, no one can know it was me."

Needless to say, the rest of the day was a blur. She barely remembered the ambulance ride, getting the piece of Formula One car embedded in her thigh taken out or the stitches in her arm and leg.

It was all over the news.

Medic gets stabbed with shrapnel while helping driver Lando Norris.

Norris out of SIlverstone GP: The Medic Who Saved Him.

Two in hospital after dangerous crash at Silverstone.

But Sadie's name was never written. Every reporter was baffled at the disappearance of her identity.

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Lewis had gone to Max that evening, before the winner had the chance to go out.

"It was the Melbourne volunteer," he'd told him in his hotel room. "The medic in hospital, it was Sadie."

Max's face snapped towards Lewis. He'd been making Lewis a coffee, but it was abandoned.

"What happened? Is she okay?"

Lewis shrugged, shadows passing over his face. "I don't know, man. I- Her leg was bad."

"Fuck," Max muttered. "How did it happen?"

Lewis rubbed his face with his hands. "I don't know that either. I didn't see it. It's what happens now that I want to talk about. I need your help."

Max froze. Lewis knew why, he'd never asked Max for help before. They were friendly, finally, but they weren't close.

"She begged me, Max, begged me, to keep her name out of the media. So far, so good but I need your influence in the paddock. You still have the unpredictable 'Mad Max' reputation to some people. I need you to use it."

He nodded and there was an understanding between the champions. Sadie had protected their friend, maybe saved his career if some of the initial reports were true, and it was their turn to protect her.

"I don't why she was so desperate. She was begging me. She had a piece of fucking metal sticking out of her goddamn leg and she was begging me to hide her from the media."

"it doesn't matter," Max stated. His eyes were dark as he search his contacts for a name. "It doesn't get out. Her name appears no where."

They would protect her.

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I'm not sorry. I hope you enjoyed! Feedback in welcome :)

Taglist (never thought I'd write one of these, I'm very happy to):

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#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #f1 x oc #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #lando norris #lewis hamilton #get your shit together

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clonemando · 6 months

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Corrie Guard Bingo:

My fill for the prompt Bad Dates:

Fox has been on many dates, more than most people would guess, because Thorn and Thire keep setting him up. Not a single one has gone right- most have actually gone very wrong.

On AO3 here

This is for The Coruscant Guard Bingo run by @clonefandomevents

“Nope, no sitting, you have to get ready for your date. Go get your civvies on.” Thorn said with a big grin as he shoved Fox past the couch in the guard’s main office right toward the door leading to Fox’s personal office space where Thire was waiting with clothes to shove their leader into before he could attempt escape.

“Wasn’t the last one bad enough?” Fox whined but didn’t really fight against either of his brothers.

“You only tripped and accidentally shoved her off the walkway, that wasn’t nearly as bad as the time you threw up on your date or the time you accidentally called them a whore in their native language.” Thire piped in cheerfully as he stacked Fox’s armor in his desk chair carefully.

Fox groaned and Thorn grinned. “You at least caught her before she died even if she broke her arm from you grabbing it and will probably have a fear of public walkways for the rest of her life.” He said ignoring the glare Fox was giving him.

“I don’t understand why you both insist I need to date anyone. Can’t I just be miserable alone in my office instead of miserable in public?” Fox pouted as he pulled on the nice red sweater and jeans so Thire didn’t have to pin him down. It was progress from the first two times they had done this and Thorn and Thire came out with black eyes and bruised faces.

“Fox, you read so many romance holobooks that it’s practically a personality trait at this point. We just want you to have someone to sweep you off your feet and make you swoon. You deserve it. You gotta get through all the bad dates to get to the good ones.” Thire hummed as they gave him once over and decided he pasted their muster. Thorn handed him the speeder keys.

“Your date should be waiting for you in front of Dex’s. Try not to send her to the hospital this time Fox.” He said, slapping Fox on the shoulder and watching him leave before turning to Thire.

“Two hours shift that he’s back before ten because something happened.” He bet and Thire grinned back.

“His luck is worse than that, He’ll be back by eight, you’re on. I’ll get some ice cream and ready the blankets.” Thire said while they shook on it and separated to get back to their shifts.

Fox sat in his booth at Dex’s alone, sipping on a strawberry shake keeping an eye on his chrono. His date had taken one look at him and made her excuses but he could tell she hadn’t realized he was going to be a clone. Wouldn’t be the first time. He had been on so many dates at this point nothing really surprised him anymore.

“Is this seat taken Commander?” A voice drew him from his moping and he looked up and gave a small smile.

“Not at all Miss Praji. I’m surprised to see you out so late.” He gestured to the other side of the booth and she slid into the seat with a little huff of relief.

Rayne Praji was a reporter with the Galactic Daily News that was one of the few allies the clones had among nat-borns that weren’t jedi. With her copper hair and blue eyes she looked very much like what Fox thought Obi-Wan would look like if he had been born a little shorter and with more curves. It made sense since they were both from Stewjon and Fox had reason to believe they might even be related somehow though he hadn’t asked her yet seeing as that seemed a little personal.

“You know me Commander, got lost on my way to my meeting and crashed into Hound and Grizzer, quite literally. My papers went everywhere. He kept apologizing like it wasn’t my own fault.” She sighed, brushing her hair over her shoulder as she stretched out tiredly.

“I’ll make sure he knows you don’t blame him. You’re one of the few people in the Senate that actually treat us like people, Hound would probably throw himself off a building if he hurt you or upset you, He’s dramatic like that.” He chuckled and she rolled her eyes.

“He’s sweet. After helping me get my papers he picked me up and basically ran with me all the way to the right door just in time to keep the jerks who set me up from leaving. I was able to present my case and even guilt a few into signatures. How about you? I’m guessing Thorn and Thire are still meddling in your love life?” She asked and Fox sighed deeply.

“They don’t seem to get that no one is interested in someone like me and every date gets worse and worse. The last girl ended up in the hospital. You might not be safe sitting so close, Miss Praji, for your own safety.” He said only slightly jokingly.

“I’ll take my chances. Worth it for the good company and Dex’s milkshakes.” She said stealing the rest of Fox’s drink right from his hands and smiling at him sweetly as she sipped it while he just stared in surprise.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” He said, his own lips curling up dangerously and she kept their gazes locked before she immediately ditched the drink hopping out of the booth and sprinting out the door with Fox hot on her heels chasing her as she ran with laughter ringing out behind her.

She was surprisingly quick but Fox caught up quickly and swooped her off her feet, tossing her over one of his shoulders and starting to carry her back to where he had left his speeder.

“I think I have to arrest you for theft Miss Praji. Shall I drop you off with Stone on my way back to the office?” He asked, smiling widely, glad the streets were pretty empty at this time of day because otherwise they’d raise a few questions- not that anyone would dare to ask.

“I think you should deal with me yourself Commander. Wouldn’t want to give poor Stone more work.” She said and Fox paused, setting her down on her feet in front of him.

“Miss Praji-” He started but she cut him off.

“You’re a good man Fox. Kind, strong, and very handsome. Whoever those other women were, they were idiots or cowards. I would still want a second date even if you accidently got my arm broken. I know I’m just a reporter and feel free to tell me you’re not interested but… I would like it very much if you’d go out with me sometime on a real date.” She said and Fox stared at her in silence for several moments, enough to make her fidget worrying she had over stepped but then he pulled her close and kissed her smiling into the kiss at the little eep noise she had made before melting into his arms.

“I would like that very much Miss Praji.” He agreed resting their foreheads together after the kiss and she giggled.

“I also think that if we’re dating you can call me Rayne, Commander.” She said and he pulled away but kept her hand in his own.

“Then you can just call me Fox.” He countered as they started to walk again. He was excited to rub this in Thire and Thorn’s faces and collect all their betting credits and even more excited at the thought of getting to go out with Rayne on a proper date.

#star wars #tcw #the clone wars #The Coruscant Guard #Commander Fox #Commander Thire #Commander Thorn #Rayne Praji (OC)#fanfic #my writing #fluff #coruscant guard bingo #Bad Dates prompt

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pantherxrogers · 1 year

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When the Party’s Over - Chad Meeks Martin x Reader

Content Warnings: 18+ explicit language at the end, suggestive language throughout, angsty but with a happy ending! (alludes to smut in pt 2)

Description: Chad’s been dating the reader for years, both of you leaving Woodsboro and moving to NYC together for college. Last year’s Ghostface attacks made him even more protective over you, causing an argument after the Halloween party (at the beginning of Scream 6).

(No Scream 6 spoilers, but there are references to Scream 5!)

Author’s Note: There isn’t NEARLY enough Chad content on here, so I’m contributing to the community 🥳 I rewatched Scream 6 last night, and I can’t get this man out of my head...send requests! (yes I’ve already written a fic w/ this title but it fits perfectly here too! 🤗)

The silence in your apartment makes you want to jump out of your skin, but you’re afraid of what’ll come out if you open your mouth.

“Babe, just give me like two seconds to explain, please,” Chad practically whines out, closing the distance between the two of you. Your hand on his bare chest stops him in his tracks. The betrayal you feel makes it hard to look at him.

Chad can’t look away from you, though.

Both of you know he’s not a typical, shallow jock. But, even when he’s facing your wrath, your beauty is mesmerizing.

You don’t miss the way his eyes rake up and down your frame, like he can remove your matching costume with a look. He not-so-subtly ogles your chest, the skimpy vest doing little to conceal you from him. The look in his eyes makes you squirm, but anger overpowers the warmth between your legs.

You really thought things would be different. It’s a new city and a new chapter of your lives, but he can’t control his overprotectiveness.

Last year, you’d laughed off his attempts to put a tracker on each other’s phones, thinking he was joking. Honestly, you understood where he was coming from, but that doesn’t mean you have to agree. Well, he hadn’t given you a choice anyway.

“Chad, please, let’s just call it a night,” you sigh, turning away from him to head towards the kitchen. His loose grip on your wrist keeps you in the room.

“L-look, I’m sorry. I get it-, I shouldn’t have done that,” he pleads, the truth weighing heavy in his soft eyes.

“Did you honestly think I wouldn’t find out?” You snap back at him, tugging your arm away, only for him to step even closer to you.

“Babe-”

“Chad, stop! You literally put a TRACKER on my phone. Don’t you understand how that would make me feel?”

Hot tears well up behind your eyes, the sight making his chest cave in. He can’t bear being so far from you, choosing to gently pull you into his arms. You instantly melt against his chest, the sadness feeling too heavy to carry on your own.

A few minutes pass, both of you enjoying the warmth of the other before he tenderly lifts you off of his chest. His hands stroke your shoulders as he pulls you away to make eye contact.

“You’re right,” he soothes, draping his arms around your waist, “I shouldn’t have done that to you,” he admits.

“It’s just that,” he murmurs, “I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you.”

Your heart physically hurts now. All of a sudden, you’re taken back to that hospital room, waiting for him to wake up, cursing yourself for dragging him out to that stupid party at Amber’s house.

Pulling you back into the moment, Chad’s warm hands trace up and down your back, leaving goosebumps in their path. His heart does a little flip when you caress his biceps. Finally, you’ve thrown him a lifeline.

“Chad, look at me,” your hand slips under his chin, taking his eyes off of the floor. “I can’t promise that nothing’s going to happen to me, but you need to promise that you’re going to be honest. You need to come to me when you feel like this,” you explain.

“I will, and I’m sorry,” he apologizes for the thousandth time since you’ve fled the party. A small smile forms on both of your lips, happy to have overcome the conflict. Arguing has never really been your thing.

A giggle bubbles out of your throat when he leans in to press sloppy kisses against your neck, guiding you towards the living room couch. “One more thing,” you add, more laughter threatening to slip out.

He pulls away from your neck, all ears for whatever you need to tell him, giving you a soft hmm in response.

“Maybe you shouldn’t you use the tracker app that you snuck onto your girlfriend’s phone when she’s standing right next to you,” you laugh in between words, remembering how he was so excited to help you find your phone when you’d lost it at the party.

A soft blush rises in his cheeks, before he swoops down to lift you up and over his shoulder. You let out a little yelp when he softly spanks your ass, heading towards your bedroom.

His subtle display of strength has you squeezing your thighs together in anticipation of what’s to come.

“Let’s see how funny you think it is when you’re sitting on my cock, hmm?”

#chad meeks #chad meeks martin #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks smut #chad meeks martin x reader #scream 6 #scream vi #scream 6 smut #ethan landry #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #scream movie #scream franchise #scream edit #chad meeks martin smut #scream fanfic #𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 ⊹ ˚˖⋆｡ ra ra fics

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mestos · 7 months

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CoAi moments in DetCo games (part two)

cont from my last post

This time the game I'm going to be covering is The Great Deduction of Three People. In this game you can actually play as Ai! Conan takes a more supporting role while the main case is deducted by Haibara. Unfortunately she doesn't have a sprite in this one (takes a narrator vn approach) but like the other game, there is full voice acting, animated sprites provided by TMS.

worth noting that this game takes place before haibara's development with the detective boys. so she's still cold, standoffish a little and ayumi still refers to her as "haibara-san".

since this is basically Haibara Chapter i'll do extremely brief context summaries per moment since the japanese for the case itself is too complicated for me to understand lol

For Context, the detective boys + hakase go to a glass case model exhibit recreating what edo period architecture and life. theyre at edo town museum, where there is a robbery that had taken place.

the opening cutscene is a cute cutscene—the DB all ride conan's skateboard with him but crash except haibara who was just walking lol. she is the POV you play as. the banter between coai immediately starts with their iconic snark to snark behaviour.

as they go in and observe the exhibits, conan asks her for her opinion

after the case figures are introduced, the kids get to see a glimpse of a super secret exhibit briefly—a scroll. haibara feels strange about it.

conan's voice here is really soft (and concerned).

the burglary happens, and haibara is the only one to notice the changes. seemingly there is nothing wrong with the case, but she has a feeling the real and the fake have been swapped. she freaks out a little, thinking it's related to the b.o

the reason that haibara investigates on her own is because she thinks the B.O have a possibility of being involved (since the case involves some wine references LOL). she seperates from the group to ask the case figures a few questions.

she later notices conan is gone heh. but she decides to press forward, and overhears a conversation between two men. but stuff go south when she's noticed, and guess who saves the his wife?

he saves her from being shot and the criminals run away. they go after them, but a series of events happen and the lose the perp. the dude above gets run over and they have to send him to hospital, but in the event he drops the scroll that was stolen earlier. haibara deciphers the scroll, and it leads her to some place, but its just 1 lead. she wants to go investigate it on her own, but the gang find out and insist on tagging along.

conan and ai very sweetly have this exchange

despite his sprite, his voice is actually so sweet. slightly hushed, gentle and reassuring. it's enough to make haibara cave.

conan helps haibara decipher the map by attaching a modern day map, revealing some clues related to the four asian mythological creatures. genta makes a comparison to food and somehow that sticks because the gang literally just start going on a food tour (its because the locations on the map point to, literally, food stores). conan even lets haibara decide where they go.

"oi haibara, you decide where we go."

the player is actually who decides where they go.

they go to ningyo yaki (a type of wagashi, and it has sponge cake texture with red bean filling).

genta: "ooooo, delicious. i can eat so many bro"

monjayaki:

haibara: "so this is monjayaki... this is the first time i've ever had it"

doujo yaki

genta: "oooh, it's here! let's eat!"

ayumi gets nervous about being served live food, and u can choose to make haibara freak her out here or console her. the LP chose freak her out, and she insists conan eats her share LOL

after all 3 visits you have the option to go back to one of the places. in the background of the monjayaki stop, you can actually see shiratori and sato in the background, which the kids choose to talk to them on while they eat their fourth meal of the day LOL they absolutely get No information other than the fact that they disrupted their lunch but it advances the plot

they do some investigating for three more places. theres a festival, with some suspicious ass looking dudes, and you can choose to just run (and investigate elsewhere) or ignore them. ignoring them advances the plot

anyway a few more shenanigans happens until haibara figures out the map and what the symbols mean (GO QUEEN!!!!!). at some point she gets a gun to her head by the perp (AND IS CRAZY CHILL ABOUT IT) but then conan, genta and mitsuhiko save her lol

they do some more investigating which eventually leads them to a warehouse

"WHOA, IT REALLY WAS THERE!!!!"

after conan gives haibara some context (there has been some robberies in the area), a bunch of steel planks start falling

no one gets hurt, and this is actually the moment haibara says her theory.

if you get it wrong, the culprit gets away. haibara's voice is quiet, almost disappointed in herself, and conan gently says it seems like your deduction was wrong, in a very forgiving and sweet way as if to console her lol. and then you can try again

they use the crane to catch the perp. sato and shiratori and take him away, and alls well ends well. conan and ai have this exchange

despite his sprite, his voice is pretty serious here. worried. concerned <3

since i cant add anymore images, haibara responds with

"well, i can't tell you that if i dont have obvious concrete proof" "especially in front of mr-rushing-headfirst-into-danger...." "eh?"

conan tells haibara that he didn't find anything related to the B.O about the perp that just got arrested, and haibara says she expected that. to add, he sweetly says this

haibara: "wow, coming from mr great detective, that's high praise" haibara: "well, if you ever come across a case you can't solve, you can always consult me" conan: "heh, i wasn't complimenting you that far."

the closing cutscene is sato taking the kids out for dinner, and then calling takagi to help her pay for the amount of food these kids ordered LMFAO

but conan and ai have one final exchange during it

(while takagi is mourning his wallet)

haibara: "well, the cold reality of adult circumstances" conan: (chuckle) "as always, cool and collected. by the way, what was up with you today? you didn't seem yourself." haibara: "hmm? what do you mean, i was the same as usual." conan: "where? you were oddly overbearing and nosy today." haibara: "really? then i must have caught it from a certain someone." conan: "huh? and who is this certain someone?" haibara: "who knows? why don't you think about it and figure it out, mr great detective?" conan: "huh?"

ANYWAY FOR MY CLOSING THOUGHTS

seeing someone haibara solve the mystery and lead conan along is the roleswap au that i need. and this is, in its own way, canon!

#neesan texto #coai musings #this is again more of a self reference for myself lol #i want to redraw some scenes from this game tbh its SO cute #they were VERY precious

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practically-an-x-man · 4 months

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For the character thing. Warren Worthington, Viktor from Arcane, and... the Corinthian

Ooh okay!

Send Me A Character and I'll Give You....

Warren

1: sexuality headcanon - oh he's very much bisexual. I'm surprised they haven't made it canon yet tbh 2: otp - canon-wise, him and Psylocke. Though is it wrong to say my own OC too? 3: brotp - I like the idea of him and Kurt making up after the fight and eventually getting to be really good friends 4: notp - I see people shipping him with Bobby and I don't really get it? No harm to those shippers just not my cup of tea 5: first headcanon that pops into my head - hates hospitals and gets severe medical anxiety after what his father put him through in his childhood. Thankfully his healing factor is usually strong enough to avoid it though. 6: favorite line from this character - "Sometimes I feel unimportant, like all I do is catch those that fall. But I look like an angel. People call me an angel. And though I'm not taking names, I'm the one who is most visually saving lives. I'm doing alright, and dammit, I'm an X-Man" 7: one way in which I relate to this character - only one? uhhhhh how about all the rampant unexplained medical issues that first sprung up at age 12 and had me locking myself in the bathroom? among a lot of other things 8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character - there's one moment in the comics where he's kinda misogynistic towards Jean? It's from one of the very first X-Men runs from the 60s 9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? - both, and I mean that genuinely. Un-brainwashed he's a bit more of a cinammon roll, but then there's everything in the Apocalypse arc...

Viktor (fair warning I haven't watched Arcane in a while)

1: sexuality headcanon - gay, possibly ace or demi 2: otp - him and Jayce I guess? I don't really have one tbh 3: brotp - Don't really have one of these either. I guess it could be fun to see him and Jinx make friends, since they're both kinda inventors and that could be interesting 4: notp - none? Look After is literally the only Arcane fic I read right now, so I don't really know who he gets shipped with to begin with 5: first headcanon that pops into my head - uhhh everyone has chronic lung problems from the pollution in the Undercity but it affects him worse because he's prone to asthma/bronchitis/other lung conditions 6: favorite line from this character - "We lost ourselves. Lost our dream. In the pursuit of great, we failed to do good." 7: one way in which I relate to this character - Joint problems babeyyy 8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character - none? Been a while since I've seen the show, don't remember any specific moments 9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? - Cinnamon roll

Corinthian

1: sexuality headcanon - not a headcanon but Neil Gaiman's confirmed he's pan and I like that 2: otp - again, do my OCs count? Nothing compares to Prometheus 3: brotp - don't really have one, but I want him and Hob to dish about Morpheus being a little bitch (/j) 4: notp - Corintheus. I get that it's popular but Dream's technically his creator and that just... gets weird to me. 5: first headcanon that pops into my head - he's got a soft spot for kids and genuinely doesn't want to hurt/scare them, it's the adults he gets fed up with 6: favorite line from this character - "You ever notice that people only ever use your name when you're in trouble? 'Get over here, Jed!'" (it's not the most impactful line of his but I think the delivery is really fun) 7: one way in which I relate to this character - on a simpler note... general Southern-ness I guess? But also the themes of being neglected/seen as inherently flawed by a parent (which... may be a repeat trend for me, just look at Warren lmao) 8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character - In the comics, when he gets remade the first time and is first relearning about the Dreaming and what happened. It's a great scene overall, there's just something about the way Dream and Matthew talk to him that feels a little weird to me. 9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? - Problematic fave, no doubt

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MUNCHFLIX - HALLOWEEN ENDS

IMDB BLURB: The saga of Michael Myers and Laurie Strode comes to a spine-chilling climax in the final installment of this trilogy.

WARNINGS: The usual blood and guts slasher stuff, plot holes, discombobulation, facepalming, psychic linking, the elderly, old Michael Myers. Some cheesy gore included in the review.

RATING: You are finally safe from Shia Labeouf.

OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER: All reviews are done solely for humor and should not be taken seriously ever. If you cannot handle cursing, crude humor and probably some offensive things, pls do not read this.

Munch: This is going to be full of so much of us just ranting. I hope you fuckers like reading, because we have some things to SAY. There's so much going on in this movie, and absolutely none of it made ANY sense to me. I don't understand why this was a trilogy when the only thing the movies had in common was Jamie Lee Curtis. The first movie has nothing to do with the second. The second movie felt like a two hour long trailer for the third, and the third movie completely ignored everything that happened in the two previous movies. This movie is an absolute clusterfuck. HOWEVER! My one unforgivable sin for a movie is that it is BORING, and my friends....my beloved friends...this movie is sure as shit not that.

Biscuits: I think you're frontloading this with way too much information. There's no real way to preface Halloween Ends and honestly there's no real need to.

M: Fair. The movie opens with the introduction of one Corey Cunningham, who is obviously not a collection of tumblr sexymans all crammed into one pathetic waifish sad little man.

B: He's basically like...dollar store Will Graham. He's perfect. He's tumblr sexyman bait 101. A textbook poor little meow meow

M: He was not, however, mentioned at all in any of the previous movies.

B: No, but he's here.

M: And he's a babysitter, replacing the entire Tommy Doyle storyline in the second movie.

B: Disclaimer, I don't remember anything about Halloween Kills except evil dies tonight.

M: The entire last movie was about Tommy Doyle!

B: I remember Laurie was in the hospital and a guy got killed and maybe we were the virus the whole time!

M: Corey really is like...the most pathetic. He's getting his ass handed to him by what...a seven year old?

B: He looks like young Patrick Wilson in this intro. They're watching The Thing! In the original Halloween, they did watch a movie called The Thing, although the John Carpenter version wouldn't come out for a few years. However it’s still a reference to the original.

M: Corey gets yelled at by this punk ass kid and goes to drink some choccy milk, because he's a baby.

B: As someone who drinks chocolate milk...wait, am I a baby? Beer? NO. Choccy milk. And there's a NOISE.

I diagnose you with babey.

M: Jeremy has staged a home invasion, because he's literally the worst little shithead kid.

B: In the old days kids in movies were like, “oh poor little Tommy Doyle, he’s just a nice boy who likes comic books” and nowadays kids in movie are always cursing and beating people up. Kinda boomer energy if you ask me. Anyways, Jeremy is going to really impressive lengths to make Corey think he's getting murdered or some shit. He's committing to the bit I guess.

M: Unfortunately for Jeremy, he's underestimated the poor little meow meow's claustrophobia. After locking Corey the babysitter in the attic, Corey begins to FUCKING FREAK OUT. Which, I understand. And then the parents are back, it's been like ten minutes.

B: There was an implied time cut but it feels really fast.

M: Jeremy is taunting the panicking Corey directly in front of the door and Corey then kicks it down, screaming about how he's gonna kill Jeremy and then kicks the door somehow hard enough to send Jeremy flying over the railing to his death.

B: That's honestly impressive considering that Jeremy is about as tall as the railing. Maybe don't live in a 20 story house, what can I say. The house doesn't even look that tall from the outside?

Funniest shit I’ve ever seen

M: Anyway, kid dead. Right in front of his parents. Corey bad. I wasn't expecting that at all the first time, it honestly was one of the few moments of this movie where I was like - oshit.

B: Corey IS bad, we establish that later, but he didn't mean to kill the kid so right now it's just like, well that sucks for everybody.

M: The intro is cool though, the title screen with the pumpkins is cool.

B: It does feel wrong to have the opening credits in BLUE. They've always been in that weird yellowy orange. Is John Carpenter alive?

M: Yes!

B: I feel like we had this conversation last time, when Halloween Kills came out. Wes Craven is dead, right?

M: *laughs* Yes. How did the audience score get up to 57 percent?

B: Everyone was like OH MY GOD CUTE BOY.

M: Laurie comes on the narrate the entire history of this particular timeline, conveniently leaving out the entire second movie except the death of whatserface, her daughter.

B: Including footage from the first movie, over 40 years old, which looks better than this movie. Halloween kills felt like it was just setting up this movie and they don't even reference it except with the lady who got stabbed in the neck. Laurie owns a house in Haddonfield now, which she bought with all her money from doing....something. She lives with her granddaughter now and she's writing a book.

M: I guess she's been in therapy now. She's a kinder, gentler Laurie.

Laurie Strode is in this movie, I guess.

B: Every movie has a different metaphor and none of them ever get fully fleshed out. They always feel like first drafts, even in the 2018 Halloween. I don't know why they keep trying to this hashtag deep stuff. Just make a movie that's GOOD and the metaphors will come naturally.

M: Try viewing a Jordan Peele movie, he's a master at it. Anyway, back to Corey, this pathetic wet man is now an adult or whatever but he's still a huge wuss.

B: He was an adult! They said he was 21! So now he's ....25? These radio segments are giving me ptsd.

M: I have no idea.

B: He works at a garage with his dad, who gives him a motorcycle. He is now me. He likes chocolate milks and motorcycles and wears flannels and I'm gonna sue them for putting my likeness in this movie.

M: Cut to Allyson, who is still here for some reason. And her shitty almost boyfriend cop guy?

B: He's into her or...he's flirting with her or...hey there's a guy. Hark a vagrant! Horror movies always gotta have a creepy homeless guy. It's kind of a gross stereotype that homeless people are insane and evil. I feel like the day has passed when we need to use the creepy homeless guy trope.

M: Corey wanders into a convenience store for some choccy milk and gets harassed by some fucking senior high schoolers who want him to buy them beer.

B: These are the unrealistically shallow bully stereotypes, which I also thought we'd moved past.

M: They even have the slightly reluctant bully character. None of these dudes look they'd be hanging out with a football jock. But here comes Laurie!

B: Kind of like Henry Bowers, except Henry was an older kid picking on younger kids and these are kids picking on a grown man and causing him bodily injuries. Laurie shows up and has her ONE moment of seeming like a badass and they slash the bullies tires. This Laurie will never show up again.

Laurie woke up this morning and chose violence. Unfortunately, she will not choose violence again.

M: The characterization is SO bad, everyone changes constantly. Why is my Laurie suddenly so soft and easily injured?? All I wanted was for her to kick ass this entire movie and she absolutely does not do that. She has little flashes of being the Laurie from the first movie, but overall she is so torn down and deadened.

B: This movie has similar themes to Halloween Kills but they never reference the events of Halloween Kills, like the town forming an angry mob and killing an innocent man. That could have some parallels to Corey’s situation, maybe the town would’ve learned a lesson about jumping to judgments and mob mentality... but it kinda just seems like everybody (including the writers) just kinda forgot about that shit. Honestly if it wasn’t for Karen being dead, this could’ve just been a direct sequel to the first one and it would’ve made just as much sense.

M: Probably more sense, actually. Allyson is at work and Laurie comes in with Corey and suddenly OH MY GOD. Allyson is like - you are the tumblr waif I have been waiting for all my life.

B: Also, gonna screech about how much this boy looks like Will Graham. His hair, his glasses, the way he dresses, they deliberately styled him this way. Just do that guy from Hannibal but put him in this movie. Also, Corey's arc makes no sense. They so heavily coded him as autistic in the first part of this that it might as well not be there at all. But then he jumps to being a nasty boy who enjoys murder like...really quickly. It spirals out of control so fast.

M: Everything in this movie does. Let's talk about pacing! Like so many movies we've reviewed recently, pacing is a major flaw in this one.

B: Does Hollywood even know how to make movies anymore?

M: No. The first part of this movie goes SO FAST. There's no build up, it's just thrown in your lap, in your face, at mach speed. Corey and Allyson have had a super major bonding experience in 12 seconds over him getting stitches and now they're in love.

B: Allyson is hitting on him and he has no idea how to react.

Behold: the human uwu

M: Now Laurie is back at home with Allyson and this random tarot reader chick.

B: I will give this movie one thing, Allyson pulls out the death card and they say IT DOESN'T NECESSARILY MEAN DEATH, fucking THANK YOU. It's a pet peeve of mine.

M: No you're right, it doesn't actually mean death in tarot but it says death and looks spooky so....Laurie has another little moment of being cool while she's making pies or whatever and talks about showing your tits to grief.

B: Corey's parents are a piece of work. Really just his mother. His dad or stepdad or whatever seems fine but his mom is awful. An incredibly overbearing and controlling parent, which I guess is maybe supposed to be influenced by his trauma? Or his neurodivergence?

M: Corey's dad is awesome tbh, I was rooting for him. Allyson is suddenly back at the junkyard with Corey and they're gonna have a lesson or something but it's just fodder for their stupid burgeoning pointless relationship side arc.

B: We also get the obligatory bully's dad doesn't really love him moment but it's so irrelevant. Speaking of irrelevant, Laurie has a whole bit in a supermarket with Frank but at least these two have some chemistry.

M: Frank being the cop from the other movies, and honestly I was kinda rooting for them. It's kinda cute and I liked the idea of Laurie actually being happy for a change.

B: It feels genuine, the two play off each other well. Unlike Allyson and Corey where she's like HELLO I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU NOW and he's like.. Okay.... You can't just take this guy home, you gotta do your research.

M: Also for no real reason, Laurie is accosted outside the supermarket by the family of someone who was assaulted in Halloween Kills. This is one of the only references to Halloween Kills. Now more bullshit radio exposition. Allyson did not do her research, and takes her poor little traumatized autistic boyfriend to a crowded party at a public bar full of people who don't like him.

B: You can't just take one home cos it looks cute in the store! It gets bigger than you thought it would, it needs too much attention, it doesn't get along well with other dogs... This is how they end up in shelters Allyson!

Being a black cat, she really should be more conscientious of these things.

M: Or in the sewer. Introducing alcohol to a boy who only drinks chocolate milk, also not a good idea. Corey is, however, getting the fuck down. This isn't gonna go well.

B: The first time I saw this, I legit thought he was having a seizure.

M: CONVENIENTLY, the mother of the kid he accidently killed is at the bar and drunk! Can you spell McGuffin?

B: She's still a little pissed about that one. There's another implied storyline in that Corey killed someone and was found innocent... wonder how that went. Might’ve been an interesting premise for a movie. Maybe they’re trying to imply that he got off because the defense used his neurological deficiency as a defense but they didn't want to SAY it. Maybe I'm reading too much into this?

M: Allyson chases Corey into the street where he yells a lot because he's massively overstimulated and upset and Allyson doesn't know how to take care of her new pet. To be fair, he's got points. They do not see him and Allyson in the same light.

B: You can't leave them alone! He needs constant supervision! You think you can fix him but you can't. You don't know him like I do, I can fix him.

M: ON CUE, the bullies from earlier show back up after Corey walks off to harass him some more. For no reason. Also they have not changed their clothes. They start beating the shit out of Corey, as is his lot in life thus far.

B: Another plot point, EVERYONE in Haddonfield is a fucking asshole. Corey, already angry and prone to outbursts of emotion, confronts the jock and they throw him off the bridge. Like for real. Corey accidently killed a kid, but these guys are just dicks.

M: They assume he is DEAD and just leave him there. And this is where...things start happening. Oh god. Corey is dragged offscreen into the sewers by what we must assume is Michael Myers. This raises some obvious questions. Why is Michael living in the sewer? What's he been doing down there for four years?

B: He just disappeared at the end of the Halloween Kills and just went to go live in the sewer? .....Why?

M: Why hasn't he killed anyone in those four years?

B: This movie would imply that he, the same man known for his supernatural strength and endurance, suddenly became old and feeble.

M: How's he been feeding himself this whole time? Rats? Old Mcdonalds?

B: Maybe the vagrant has been feeding him? Maybe he doesn't survive on conventional sustenance. Also this movie rips off IT a lot. Everyone is an asshole, irrationally evil bullies, and weird monster living in the sewers. Except this monster is old man Michael Myers. I don't know.

M: We are 1/3 of the way into the movie.

B: Allyson is sad because her boyfriend got angry and left. Back in the sewer...Corey wakes up, there's rats. He's fine. Maybe a little head trauma.

M: Michael Fucking Myers just....left him there. Just laid him down and went, aight. You just rest. I'm gonna stand over here and stare at you while you sleep. Then I'm gonna grab you by the throat and all of the sudden we're gonna psychic bond.

I...I got nothin'.

B: He chokes Corey nearly to death and there's a rapid fire dream sequence of Corey's entire life and now he's infected with the Michael Virus tm. (we forgot to mention that Laurie said something about being infected with evil earlier, this will become relevant-ish ) *laughter*

M: I don't even wanna type this out. This is really happening. There's been absolutely no evidence of Michael having psychic powers. There's been no evidence of Corey having these abilities, but here we are. There will not be another moment of this type of thing happening again.

(Dib: They're having a bro moment. A Broment.)

B: Maybe it’s not like a psychic powers thing. It could just be...really bad editing?

M: It's implied that he's seeing all this through Michael's eyes! And then he just lets Corey go. Corey gets out of the sewer.

B: He's infected Corey with the Michael virus and now he's using Corey to do his bidding!

M: But that makes no sense because Michael goes out and does his own shit too!

B: I'm trying to make it make sense! I’m trying rationalize this when the simple answer is that it just isn't rational.

M: I can't believe you're sober for this one. The harbinger vagrant from earlier shows back up and is like- WHY DID HE LET YOU LIVE?? That's a very fucking good question, my guy, but it's moot because Corey is gonna stab him to death.

B: The vagrant pulls a knife on him but he turns it back on the vagrant and that's accidental death number two, and then he yeets the knife but now he's been infected with Michael Myers lycanthropy or whatever so he can go enjoy murder now or whatever. He has his crazy person Will Graham staring in the mirror moment, sweating and washing the blood off himself.

M: All we're really missing here is a wendigo.

B: Oh yeah Allyson's friend got a promotion and she's mad because she wanted it but that's not really relevant but I'm not sure what IS relevant. Laurie does a lot of monologing in this movie.

M: That's kinda her entire role in this film now. Gone is my badass kickass Laurie. But there's Corey, standing outside her house like Michael Myers.

“Hey who’s feeding this guy tiers?”

B: He's trying to farm Tier 3 off her. And then she comes out and Corey is like oooh sorry I'm sorry I got jumped and got my ass kicked. This is your sexy murder boy, this tiny boy who can't finish a sentence.

M: To be fair Allyson, you kinda were a dick to him. But now he's infected and we get a Laurie slow mo where she's like HEY WAIT I SMELL EVIL.

B: And Corey's just like - hey I killed someone is that gonna affect our relationship? But not really. They go to the house where he babysat for to show Allyson where he killed a kid.

M: Perfectly normal relationship things. Just go to a murder site and tell your new girlfriend about it. There's still bloodstains on the floor ffs. But she's like - no it's cool, I heard about it and I was like - I know this boy, he's looking for me.

B: Whatever the fuck. Laurie goes to visit Corey's mom and she's more than kind of a bitch. Why does this sound like a parent teacher meeting? " I know he's had his difficulties..."

M: It doesn't go well. Now Allyson is at a restuarant with Corey where she trauma dumps and is like - I wanna burn Haddonfield down. Now she's suddenly all edgy in this movie.

B: Allyson goes through like seven 180 turns in this movie.

M: You're not afraid now, Corey? This entire town's been kicking your ass this whole movie. Then the fucking cop ex boyfriend CONVENIENTLY shows up in the middle of their dinner to also provide some rising action.

B: Most of these people have no reason to be this awful! They're just horrible awful stinky people. It's just a town where everyone sucks.

M: Corey's a badass now, because he's got Michael Myers virus or whatever so he's gonna get up in the cop's face, but the cop is a huge dick anyway. Also he is now wearing a blue jumpsuit. They leave and go on a romantic bike ride to her house where they're gonna kiss kiss make out.

B: But Corey's like, nah, I'm gonna go. And this cop guy, instead of LETTING IT GO gets in his cop car to go beat the shit out of Corey, as is the town's national past time, but Corey knows what he's up to, so he's gonna feed him to Michael Myers. Because Corey is a murderboy now.

M: No really, this is what happens. Why does Mikey need someone to bring him people to kill???

B: He needs to regain his powers or something.

M: BUT HE DOESN'T DO THAT. It makes NO sense. The cop guy find the dead vagrant and goes oh noes, but Corey is there and attacks him.

B: It doesn't go well though because Corey's still a little bitch but he runs into the sewer and this fucking cop GOES INTO THE SEWER. It's not worth it, homey! Your masculinity really so fragile you gotta kick his ass because he likes your ex girlfriend.

M: I still don't get why Michael needs this shit. But there he is, and Corey's just gonna stand there because he likes to watch. " Show me how to do it!" Corey says like a fucking murder virgin even tho he's killed two people at this point. It ain't hard, bruh. You just stab. Michael is looking pretty rough tbh, he can barely even fucking walk.

B: It looks weirdly sexual. He's really horny for MIchael Myers, but he can join the club because a lot of people are horny for Michael.

M: I think it's intentionally sexual tbh. It seems to be implied that Corey is in some way getting off on this. Corey runs back to Allyson and is like WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME, WE SHOULD BANG.

B: He's just badly written Will Graham, that's all there is to it.

M: Laurie sees them going upstairs and Michael apparently left the sewer to go stand in the bushes and stare at Laurie but now he's gotta go back to the sewer. Oh my god, we are only halfway through. Nobody talks like these fucking people in real life.

B: "I keep seeing his eyes, Michael's eyes in Corey." He's got Michael Myers eyes...like Betty Davis eyes, but not.

M: I want some ice cream, you type for a minute. Oh god, we're only halfway through.

B: WHOOOAA we're halfway there, o-ooh~

M: Michael in a chaiirrr. Or something, I dunno. Oh yeah, Laurie goes to the same bar Corey had his breakdown in, because it's the only bar in town, so we can further this stupid infection storyline - which was not hinted at or built up in any of the previous movies.

B: The dad of the kid Corey killed is rambling on about how Corey had the devil in his eyes. He looks like an angel, walks like angel, talks like an angel, but we got wise.

M: Everyone in this movie shows up at the exact moment they're needed for the plot.

B: Oh yeah, the shitty doctor is fucking the nurse who got the promotion at Allyson's work and they gonna get SLASHED. Finally, some cheesy gore in this fucking slasher movie.

M: OKAY - so all of a sudden, in this next bit Michael, who has been shown to be a feeble, barely-functioning sewer gremlin, proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that he is still very strong and very murderous. But after this scene ends, they throw that all in the garbage.

B: Bla bla bla get to the murder already.

M: Corey has to...initiate things, for some reason. Corey has to do the foreplay.

B: Also, the scarecrow mask looks dumb. They couldn't have gotten anything mildly more sinister?

M: I love this scene where you can see Corey in the background stabbing the doctor like 18 times. Corey is basic bitch-ing this shit.

B: Corey is not very good at murder. But thankfully, daddy lion is here to show baby lion how to hunt.

M: SEE! Michael fucking holds her up by her throat! He stabs her clear into the wall! This is not a feeble old man! Meanwhile, Corey is like mentally masturbating. Or...just masturbating.

“You’re a murder tramp, murder tramp...”

B: He's very excited.

M: Now I guess he went and got Allyson again so they could go on another ride.

B: They're speeding down to the radio station roof like two punk kids who don't give a shit for some exposition.

M: Allyson just says infected for no reason?

B: I think she's commenting on his wound but...it's like wow you're infected with Michael. Evil does not literally work like a virus! I understand the allegory but like...you don't get infected with it from someone else who is evil.

M: The radio dj comes out and like everyone else in Haddonfield, he's a huge dick. So he sits there just berating Allyson and Corey for no good goddamn reason.

B: They could just...leave the situation. But they just stand there and let him insult them until he tells them to leave. This is not how real adult people react to these situations. Corey's feeling overprotective. Laurie is stalking them.

M: Back to Corey's house where his unbearably overbearing mother is slapping him and berating him and then his dad's like - I hope you find love. Wtf. And now it's Halloween. Corey is asleep on the floor of the murder house.

B: Laurie is there! She's got a paper airplane, aka a reference to the beginning of the movie. Inside of you there are two wolves, Corey. One is gay. The other one is gay.

M: Laurie can just smell the Michael, and she again mentions infection. But they never really elaborate on that. They never come out and say - hey Michael is infecting this town.

B: Laurie is threatening in this scene almost to the point of seeming evil. She's like - Allyson didn't read the manual, she's not equipped to deal with you so we gotta take you back to the shelter, buddy.

Stop dating my granddaughter, grungy little murder hobbit.

M: Corey makes the incredible mistake of saying - if I can't have her, nobody will, and demands that Laurie just give up and let herself just drown in misery until she DIES.

B: But then she's not there.

M: Her Laurie senses were tingling.

B: Or she didn't wanna listen to Corey's sudden and unwanted slam poetry. Which also doesn't make any sense. I'm trying to commentate on the dialogue but it's just nothing. It's a nothing sandwich. Corey calls Allyson on the phone sounding like fucking Ghostface.

M: Why not throw another reference in there?

B: And he's like - your gramma is trying to kill me and Allyson is just like - yes that is absolutely true.

M: And then this fucking shit. Corey just zooms on back to Sewer Michael, and just kicks the ever living shit out of MICHAEL MYERS, THE UNKILLABLE KILLING MACHINE, THE PERSONIFICATON OF EVIL, THE MOTHERFUCKING SHAPE and takes his mask. Yeah okay. The same dude who was strong enough to pin a chick through a wall in the last kill.

B: Corey is sapping his strength now?! Because of the Michael virus?? I'm trying to engage with this movie on it's own level.

(Dib: You tried to read this movie's terms and conditions?? WHY??)

M: This is such utter bullshit and I hate it.

B: They have this whole drawn out scene of these two wrestle. There's no tension at all, it's just like two drunk dudes duking it out outside the 7/11.

M: Michael sits up though after his ass beating.

B: The dumb teenage bullies, still wearing the same clothes, and Corey has scratched up their car or whatever so now they're gonna kick his ass again.

M: Allyson is leaving Laurie and Laurie is like no he's crazy and murderous, but to be fair I don't like anyone in this movie. Laurie is obnoxious, whiny and preachy Allyson is dumb and doesn't pay attention to anything.

B: Also again, it's utterly out of character for Allyson to just suddenly to be like no grandmother you are psycho bonkers crazy.

M: The bullies have been led to the junkyard where Corey works which is obviously a fucking trap, but people in a horror movie never realize they're in a horror movie so they gon' die.

B: They're gonna fuck up his bike but actually they're gonna get slashed and stabbed and shit. There's not even that much murder in this movie.

M: There's almost no Michael Myers in this movie.

B: Billy Bully gets stabbed in the eye and then they run away from a speeding vehicle in A STRAIGHT LINE, just go between the cars or anything?!?!

M: Corey's dad is working late though and Jock Bully is like OHMIGOD HELP US and so dad goes out there but Corey's still murdering people but now with the Myer's mask on. And unfortunately for Corey's dad, the one not totally awful person in Haddonfield, he gets shot through the brain and dies.

B: The kid crushed under the vehicle is still alive but Corey fucking BLOWTORCHES this jock bully and then crushes the other's head like a grape because he's apparently super stronk now.

M: Corey's gotta go home now and kill his mom. Because we need more Halloween references since Michael's not even in this fucking movie. And then we're gonna go kill the radio guy because he was also an asshole. Corey's gonna be fucking busy if he's gotta kill every asshole in Haddonfield.

B: Do not disgrace these old fucking retro jukebox songs with your terrible movie.

M: Corey also kills his assistant, Darcy the mail girl. Also this kill is hilarious and they had to realize it looked fucking stupid and silly. No points for that shit.

I apologize but words could not do this justice.

B: The rest of the movie is not silly. Tone? Never heard of her. Allyson magically shows up right where she needs to be, in the town's one diner waiting for Corey but he stood her up to do murders.

M: Laurie keeps calling because I guess that's building tension or something but not really because we already know Corey's gonna go after Laurie. I'm too sober for this. Laurie, however, went to the school of 'already lived through like seven Halloween movies' and she's not dumb.

B: She's gonna mope around her house and they're gonna set it up like she's gonna commit aliven't. Commit gun-head. As they say in Roblox, go commit stop living. But it was just a ploy?? I don't get it, why does she do this?

M: Because, like Michael has an evil virus, Laurie appears to have some sort of precognitive ability of her own when it comes to evil, and she knows what's about to go down. Also to fake out the audience. As if we really believed she would just off herself in the finale.

B: She doesn't need to fake out Michael.

M: Michael who? She's faking out Corey. Michael has no part in this movie.

B: She didn't really need to fake out Corey. She shoots him and he falls off the railing.

M: What's the opposite of foreshadowing?

B: Dumb.

M: She empties the gun for no real reason and then says LET'S GO BITCH to the dying Corey.

B: He makes ugly cry face, realizes Allyson is back and then pulls a 5000 IQ move. He is playing 5d chess. He stabs himself in the throat and then Laurie pulls the knife out just in time for Allyson to walk in and see her standing over the corpse of her boyfriend!

Oopsie daisy.

M: Laurie doesn't even try to explain herself. Also this is bullshit. Why did we spend the entire movie building him up and Michael's fucking successor only to have him OFF HIMSELF at the end of the movie just to one up Laurie?!??!

B: Corey deserved better. As I've said, Tumblr's manic pixie dream boy had the whole movie building him up just to give him such an ungraceful ending. I was banking on him sacrificing himself just to save someone else, probably Allyson. And that would ahve been a fitting fucking tumblr fucking meow meow ballering ending for him so everyone could be like OH NOES HE WAS A GOOD BOY ALL ALONG but no...they just end him. They just put him down.

M: Y’know maybe we souldn’t have spent all that time talking about how autistic he is and then constantly referred to him as a shelter animal.

B: I'm allowed to make these jokes. When a bunny calls another bunny cute, that's okay.

M: Allyson does not at all suspect foul play, she's just like oh god grandmother killed my boy. She doesn't call the cops or anything she just goes outside.

B: And disappears from the movie for a little bit.

M: And now Laurie is sitting there like oh bum. But again, her Laurie senses are tingling because suddenly FUCKING MICHAEL MYERS IS HERE and he wants his mask and his goddamn knife back but Corey has to be like HAH FAKE DEATH TROPE only to have Michael break his neck.

B: Why did they even have him come back to life if they were just gonna have Michael kill him? Because Mike doesn't need him anymore? Or he's angry that Corey betrayed him or whatever?

Godnight swet prins

M: We've never been given any indication that Michael has feelings. Let alone betrayal. He's just a shell full of evil. But anyway he's here and now we're gonna have the uh....climactic showdown??

B: Why did the cops call Allyson?? Why didn't they just go to the house where Laurie called???

M: This time Laurie doesn't have a house full of traps this time, but she does have....uh.....um....big kicks.

B: Michael spent four years living in a sewer just to lull Laurie into a false sense of security.

M: Not only does our boy know how to drive cars, he also knows how to use a garbage disposal. Also....again...this is not the feeble old man who got his ass kicked by a 25 year old twink. This is STRONK Michael, he is kicking Laurie's ass all over the place. Is he fucking old and sick or strong and unkillable???

B: Also why did they set up the whole Michael virus thing and him passing off his virus to Corey if they were just gonna kill off Corey? Also Laurie pins Michael to the table and stabs him a lot, pinning him to the table and she monologues again.

M: And takes his mask off and now he's all old and sad and feeble again. Maybe the mask is the source of his power?

B: Of all the confrontations these two have had over the course of the series, this is honestly the least climactic one.

M: But then we get a montage of more climactic confrontations.

Maybe it’s supposed to be like...their lives flashing before their eyes or something?

B: Allyson just runs back in from nowhere and breaks Michael's arm and also apparently when Michael chokes people, they have flashback montages. Little known power of his. But fucking......but all of the sudden, because of that PHONE call I guess...Allyson has another 180 and is like Oh my god you were right, Corey is evil and I believe you and I was wrong and I'm gonna help you kill Michael. But WHY!??!? For what reason???

M: They filet Michael like a pig, making sure all his major arteries are compromised because it's not like the 90000 other ways they tried to kill him worked. The cops show up and they're like OH SHIT THAT'S MICHAEL and ignores the other dead guy on the floor because yanno. The soundtrack is good, but c'mon.

B: I have a theory.

M: Okay.

B: They wrote the ending first, then realized they had written the entire movie about Corey and then killed him off because they realized it didn't fit in the movie. They tie Michael to the roof of Laurie's car and have a huge Michael procession of the entire town to the junkyard.

Dib: How does nobody record this and upload this to LiveLeak?

M: *laughs* Nobody's gonna tell because it's Michael. But tbh this would never happen. Laurie was writing a fucking book about it. Suddenly everyone in Haddonfield is here.

B: An entire town of deplorable humans.

M: This entire movie is so terribly lit btw. It's so dull.

B: They crowdsurf Michael's body to the garbage grinder or junk grinder or whatever. Industrial shredder.

M: If he's infected, his blood is getting on EVERYONE right now.

B: This is my favorite scene in the whole movie.

M: Laurie, standing triumphantly on top of the grinder, rolls Michael into the shredder and they grind him like so much fucking sausage.

The SFX in this movie are like...really good.

B: How many millions of dollars did they spend on this movie? How many bags of PopRocks could you have bought with all that money and THIS was the best y’all could do? And then Allyson is like hey you were right about Corey this whole time WHAT???

M: Her and Laurie are all good now and Michael is definitely 100 percent completely dead this time. Super dead. He has been killed dead and Allyson moves away and moves on and Laurie writes her book but she leaves it open for a sequel. Please let it die.

B: We get a footnote where she and Frank have a little mo' where he brings her veggies so we can remember their budding romance.

M: I just wish like...any other movie had been made. This was so anticlimactic. Michael is barely even in it. Laurie is reduced to just...a whimpering mess, Allyson is whatever they want her to be in the moment, Corey is...pointless and yet the entire movie surrounds HIM. This is the antithesis of what I, and a lot of other people, wanted from a finale, but here we are.

B: I adore this movie. It is terrible, it's an absolute trainwreck of a film that makes no sense and goes off the rails so many times you're left wondering if there ever were rails to begin with. It's is full of obvious 'cute-murder-boy sexyman-bait uwu' moments, but hell, I'll bite. It is a perfect storm of garbage, like a tornado in a landfill.

In our Halloween movie tier list, I made mention of Michael Myers being sort of a metaphor for the Halloween franchise as a whole, and honestly I think Halloween Ends is the best setting for this metaphor: creature once powerful and feared has become old, embattled, and toothless, and barely able to claw out any relevancy in its own context. It tries to come back for a thrilling final showdown to prove it is still as strong as it once was, but ultimately proves to be a pushover and ends up getting shredded like the garbage it is. In many ways, Michael Myers is Halloween. And the fact that Corey Cunningham is the one thing from this movie everyone is hyperfixating on really proves that Halloween isn't even really relevant to Halloween anymore. But for all my words, I think this movie itself delivers the most poignant and quite possibly the most important message about the Halloween franchise that there could be, in the form of an unambiguous two-word poem: Halloween Ends.

Is it the ending we wanted? Hell no. But it’s probably the one we deserved.

Munch and Biscuits out, yo.

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Five weeks in a hospital. No help. Only a day-unit for when they send me home (in 2 days..)

Im so sad and angry?

Vent/rant under the cut.

I've been in a general childrens ward for.. five weeks now..

They're sending me home in 2 days. To a day bed (Tier 4), and thats it..

No one seems to understand though. I've been wanting to kill+hurt myself since i was a child.. im just so tired of everything now.

I want to live.. i know i want to die, but TRULY i want to live. I want to snuggle my dog, and be with my family, and finish my GCSES and go to school again! Im missing.. my life.. everything in here..

It was only a few days ago they gave me my own cubicle... for the past 4 weeks, solid, i've had to deal with baby screams, children SCREECHING, in pain. (I have sensory issues so it HURTS my ears.)

Im diagnosed with autism, anxiety, and adhd (and EUPD now?). I've gotten worse since i've been here. I never have public "melt-downs". But i cant CONTAIN it in this hospital.

I've had.. so many panic attacks. And i've hurt myself so many times.. like im so desperate to know this is REAL? I feel like im not even in my body.. like im not REAL.

And im so upset. They're sending me home with nothing. The ONLY reason i agreed to be in the day unit, was they'd have a RMN with me AT HOME, ALL NIGHT, TO KEEP ME SAFE.... but now thats not happening.

I've told Camhs repeatedly "you send me home? Im gonna kill myself.. please don't let me PLEASE? Im SCARED?"

But they don't seem to care? No one does?

Multiple times, since i was a literal CHILD, i have tried killing myself.. and im so, so, SO afraid i will try again when i get back home. You gotta think. I've been here 5 weeks... no help. Stuck in a hospital. Unable to leave. NO HELP AT ALL.

Just me getting angry with the "professionals", who couldn't be bothered to even SEE ME for TWO WEEKS because i went to a a&e that wasn't "in their catchment"...

Its sickening.. im just so afraid? And it sounds stupid. But i know what im like. Im happy one minute. Then i want to die. Im all happy, then im having a panic attack because i dont *think im real*.... its hard to explain. But im just scared. And angry, honestly.

I've never gotten help. Ever. They haven't even seen me, in 6 years, for my eating disorder, self harm, or tics.

The systems broken... im just so angry and upset?

This entire time.. i thought i'd get help. Funnily enough, week before i came in this time, for suicide, they SENT ME HOME. And THIS TIME, dumbly, i thought i would GET BETTER.

I hate i have to FIGHT to KEEP MYSELF SAFE. To keep myself ALIVE. I hate how no one seems to care?

Fuck it all. I HAVE to stay alive, i WANT to live?? But sometimes i just.. really don't.. but im REALLY trying to keep myself safe. I am REALLY trying!

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youwontdie · 10 months

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well first and foremost: 🎀 if you haven't gotten her yet lol

☀️🦷 and 📞as well

i did actually get elizabeth instantly no surprise there ahaha . i DO think about these guys so much though so,

cassidy:

- full name cassandra miller. its funny to me

- ofc u have pronouns. it/its or just none at all really

- this thing is mixed korean :o]

- literally just turned fifteen the day of cassidys death

- GOLDENDUO! bv/joseph is cassidys little brother thing forever.

- has poliosis and vitiligo ....... and the tism......

- cassidy is a weirdo. like in an extremely traumatized way. most of cassidys motivation comes from deeply ingrained religious trauma pertaining to the ideas that forgiveness is worthless and everyone's damned anyway

- does not think its a person. the it/its is derogatory 😔

- very formal and composed, but tries way too hard to seem intimidating. it usually works, but when compared to joseph who is like infinitely scarier when he wants to be its literally nothing lmao

- it and charlie did ucn together . though after a while charlie decided they'd lingered long enough while cassidy wanted to keep taking revenge for literally ever. they kind of hate each other but they're kind of best friends etc etc

- somebody send cassidy to therapy now

jeremy f:

- full name jeremy jesse fitzgerald

- 42 when he died

- okay here's where stuff gets weird. jeremy was not the bite of '87 victim in my au. he got mauled during the night shift and ended up in the hospital for a while

- still died though. became a loose poltergeist and was like YOOOO

- he deliberately breaks ghost rules he hops from foxy variant to foxy variant and he has the time of his life and thats his entire character

- jeremy so just sticks with lolbit though. i dont know why. it was the funniest option imaginable.

phone guy:

- full name scott peter garinger

- about like 22 when he died?

- family with the other phone people. phone dude is his twin brother, tape girl is their niece :o]

- genuinely just ur everyday nerd freak. glasses more duct tape than frame. stupid sweater vest

- he's been with fazent for. a while. he had like a summer job at fredbears, was a manager at fnaf2, that kinda thing. he used to really love the whole concept but the murders and bites and maulings really put a damper on it

- he took the night shift at fnaf1 because he felt Guilty and he didnt want to be in charge anymore. he was going to quit and then he died lawl

- he does stick around as a ghost though. this is where it gets silly

- he just straight up possesses the spare suit with his corpse in it and is like Alright man. I guess. ditches freddys with mike schmidt (they r friends ok.) hides out in an abandoned convenience store literally across the street from it

- and then that's literally it. for like 40 years. he minds his fucking business until Gregory Security Breach decides to squat in the convenience store too and uh

- worst found family ensues. thats why gregory trusts glam freddy so much its silly

- my au is completely founded on what's the funniest thing to make happen while still taking it entirely SERIOUSLY

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mdhwrites · 4 months

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My Commitment to Theme in Crises Girlfriends

This is spoilers so this is your warning about that. Specifically, it follows up on the theme presented in this sentence of the story's description: Can love even help in the face of depression, anxiety and trauma?

So again, this is your warning. Here is a link to where I'm currently, slowly, posting the whole of the original version for free in case you're not interested in buying it. Also normal trigger warnings for depression, suicide, self harm, anxiety and abuse that comes with talking about Crises Girlfriends.

Okay.

One of the characters objectively needs MORE therapy after getting a friend. Not because that friend is abusive but because of the raw terror that comes from being able to open up and what might be hiding below the surface of what you were telling yourself now that you're not just in your own head. For this poor girl, it is DEVASTATING.

In finding connection, one of the girls, Sera, finally admits the depths of her depression. She'd had to admit early on that she tried to kill herself but after someone pointed out that she'd cut her wrists horizontally, she told herself she'd done it for attention. That without her singing, she'd wanted to be noticed somehow. That she was just a failure who wanted people to pity her. That all of this was just an act. This coalesces in a chapter where she literally can't handle even being cared about because she hasn't earned it. All she's done is lie and whine and do nothing, just like she does at home and so being given even a small gift from someone who seems to ask so little in return from her makes her go into a full blown panic attack. What it takes to snap her out of it is when Anisa, the other lead, tries to for a moment see under Sera's sleeve after Sera shows how she made her cuts over her sweater. She literally smacks Anisa's hand away though (something I had someone who I cleared with a cutter to understand better how to do the scene because the story actually NEVER shows the scars proper) and is forced to confront the fact that if she were just doing this for attention, why would she hide them?

The next chapter has her go under hypno therapy (again, had someone consult me on this because it is a legitimate and deeply helpful therapy technique for many trauma victims) where she calmly just states what happened the day she had to come in. The dehumanization her mother put her through. The lack of thoughts in her mind as she washed dishes and just began trying to carve herself open but didn't know how to do it the most efficient way. And then her mom even striking her when caught, before she was literally dragged to get bandaged up and taken to the hospital. All while mostly emotionally distant so the therapist of the Recovery Center can even know just how bad it really is because Sera literally can't say how bad it is otherwise.

And so the call is made: She is leaving the Crises Recovery Center. Not to go home... But to go into the psyche ward. They are two different things and (again from others as I've been lucky enough not to have to go so I had to consult those around me about their experiences) doctors will show caution with sending someone there. After all, the psyche ward isn't just for suicidal patients but those suffering from mental disorders of all sorts and it can be a LOT. But if someone's pain is great enough, they will go there. It is simply what she needs and no amount of hugs or kisses or compliments from the cute girl there will replace that need for help.

BUT. I write happy stories so you know what can help? Knowing there's something waiting for you outside. So in the second to last chapter, after advice from the therapist about healthy relationships coming out of a Crises Center because it's really easy to become co-dependent and toxic (a theme that isn't even new to this book specifically for me), Anisa makes Sera promise to take the therapy seriously and only leave when she genuinely thinks she's ready. In return? Her mom and her mom will be there waiting to pick them up for their first date: Ice Cream.

And the final nail: The epilogue. We don't see that first ice cream date. We see one when Sera and Anisa are adults and independent. Sera leaves the crises center, I made sure to make it clear this was a return trip, and they get ready to do the same trip they made that first day. The big difference though? This time Sera came to the hospital BEFORE she cut herself. Before she tried to kill herself. Because she had the support to actually be willing to face those worries.

Because love can't cure depression. It's not something you just need a kiss from time to time for as medication. But support and care? It can make finding the things that help you cope with depression so much easier than when all you are is trapped in your own head.

I guess I just wanted to share because I've been talking a lot about how fandoms see trauma and darkness in stories and part of that criticism has been using it for shipping. As someone who literally did a story where two characters get together in a Crises Recovery Center, it causes me to hum about my own use of it. There's a LOT of choices I made with Crises Girlfriends that I think help make sure that the angst isn't just flavor, such as how the girls get together because of each other's personalities and interests rather than shared trauma, but it's not like it doesn't still linger on my mind. Make me wonder if maybe I'm talking a game that I can't back up.

I don't know. And unfortunately, I haven't quite gotten enough feedback on the original version of the story to know quite certain how well I balanced it. Not when the only review currently on the story is from my mom who found it a pretty rough read due to being so closely connected to the author. XD

I am still incredibly proud of the story though and I hope someday it reaches more people, especially those who maybe needs its encouragement or lessons. Lessons learned from experience and what I wish I saw in media about my problems. I will keep ahold of hope though and wish you all the best. See you next tale.

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I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead. If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

A Twitter you can follow too

And a Kofi if you like what I do and want to help out with the fact that disability doesn’t pay much.

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steele-soulmate · 8 months

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 444, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, blood, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage)

WORDS: 1117

When Peter and I returned to the hospital the following day, the first thing that my husband focused on a screaming two year old in his exhausted mother’s arms.

“Ma’am?” Peter rumbled, stepping away from me for a moment. “Are you okay?”

It all happened so fast- one moment, the woman was swaying on her feet as she fought falling unconscious- the next moment, she was slumping to the ground, my soulmate moving quickly and collecting her squalling child.

“Whoa, it’s okay, it’s okay,” he began shushing the cranky child, cooing when he settled and went to sleep on his broad chest. “You’re safe, I got you.”

The doctor who was tending to the woman looked up at my husband holding the child and chuckled.

“Can you come in for a few hours every week and allow babies in the NICU to snuggle on your chest?” he joked as the woman was loaded onto a gurney and whisked away to a room to be examined.

“My love?” I called out, utterly amused by the sight of my neat seven foot soulmate letting a child who was not ours sleep on his chest.

“Shhhhhhh!” he hissed, looking utterly blissed out. “Don’t wake up the baby!”

“Alright my love,” I hummed before guiding the kids up to Sammi’s hospital room for a visit.

I knocked on the half closed door, announcing our presence, already knowing what she was doing and not wanting to expose the kids to her online contents. Two minutes passed before a cheery response bid us all to enter.

“Hey there now, Mamachita!” Sammi chirped. “Where’s Peter?”

“He is off providing his baby whispering abilities to a crying child!” I told her, sending the kids off to go seat themselves. “How are you doing? How’s Baby Noah doing?”

“Mama Wen Wen?” little girl asked me as she bounced on her heels, clearly wanting to see the newest member of the family. “Mama Wen Wen, mesies looksies baa bee?”

“Mee too! Mee too!” chanted Baby Tommy, waiting patiently as I lifted his sister up onto the bed first followed by him. The two babies crawled to their Auntie Sammi’s side and watched with awestruck faces as Sammi took her son from his baby bassinet.

“Hihi baa bee!” little girl meeped happily. “Mesies baa bee?”

“Mesies baa bee?” Baby Tommy asked as the two locked eyes.

“Wesies baa bee!” the two said at the exact same time before giggling.

“Oh, I do think the babies have baby fever!” Sammi chuckled.

“Oh, they are going to lose their adorable baby minds when Ratajczyk baby number two starts to grow in my tummy!” I told her before tuning my attention to the older girls, who were knocking their math homework out of the way. I felt my tummy heat up at the sight of Elizabeth helping Katie, the both of them sitting with their heads together as the bald child explained the formula to her sister.

“What all did I miss out on?” Peter knocked on the opened door before stooping inside, his bearded face breaking out into a smile at the serene room.

“Hihi my love,” I greeted him. “How’s the little one?”

“Dad was one of the nurses on staff here,” he told me. “I handed him his son before coming straight on over here.”

I smiled kindly at him, my mind all in a twirl over him cuddling a newborn Baby Ratajczyk in tight to his chest.

Calm the fuck down! I scolded myself. You’ll get your turn soon enough!

“How is he?” I asked quietly.

“His dad thanked me for settling him so quickly,” he recounted with a smile as he sat down in a chair, looking comically squished. “He suffers from a medical condition where he can’t sleep for very long.”

“Poor kid,” I winced as Katie closed her math book, clearly having finished her homework already.

“Yeah.” He then turned his attention to Katie, who stood quietly at his side as she waited her turn for some fatherly love. “Hihi Katie. How’s school?”

“Fine,” she meeped, as he picked her up and settled her on his knee. “Math is tricky, but Elizabeth is really good at it, so she helps me whenever she can.”

“Ah, that’s good to know!” He added Elizabeth to his other knee when she came up and demanded his love and attention.

CRACK

Peter fell to the ground, shielding the girls from getting hurt. His face was comical as he struggled to understand what just happened.

“PETER!” I shrieked as the babies started crying.

“PAPA PETE!” howled little girl. “PAPA PETE!”

“DADDY!” screamed Baby Tommy. “DADDY!”

“I’m alright!” Peter announced. “Don’t cry now babies, I’m fine!”

Baby Noah let out a sniffle before-

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH…

Two nurses and a doctor scuttled inside, one nurse and the doctor hurrying over to my fallen husband and the girls to check for injuries. The second nurse brought in a cart with Band-Aids and other such handy and nifty things.

“Oh…” I sighed as I collected the still screaming babies into my motherly embrace. “Hush a bye babies, on the treetops, when the wind blows, your cradles shall rock…”

When the girls clambered off Peter, he swooped in on the babies, collecting them from my arms and peppering whiskery kisses to their teary faces.

“Can you stop crying?” he asked as he switched from kissing Baby Tommy to little girl and back again. “Please?”

“Papa Pete booboo?” little girl whimpered, being the first to stop crying. “Mesies kissie booboo?”

“Mesies too! Mesies too!” Baby Tommy chimed in. “Kiss kiss?”

“No booboo here!” Peter told them with a chuckle.

“Fuk.”

“EXCUSE ME-”

Mamachita, little mama, Spanish

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punkscowardschampions · 8 months

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Bibi & Janbi & JJ Pt.1

Libi: [okay so I’m thinking this is like late on her bday catch him before he goes to bed vibes, because 1. She doesn’t really wanna talk to him and is lowkey gonna be leaving this message like a secretary and 2. She’s been busy with all her bday shenanigans, especially Peach and only been going on to post pics of her excitedly without checking anyone’s socials but she finally does when they’ve finished the paint party of her new room cos clearly her plan was to post content of that too but then she sees what Bobby/China/both have posted and is genuinely so upset about it that she has a really bad full blown asthma attack in said newly painted empty room, like I’m vibing she would have had to go to hospital if not for JJ doing some iconic levels of teamwork and managing to calm her down, so sending this boy a message when she’s recovered enough to do it]

Libi: I’ll be off [whenever the nearest school day is, whether her bday is on a school day so literally tomorrow or it’s the weekend and she means monday], you’ll have to manage on your own

Bobby: 👍 no problem

Bobby: You get wasted and throw another party again, is it?

Libi: Closest to a happy birthday as I’ll get from you, is it?

Bobby: you’ve been spoilt plenty

Libi: Alright, night then

Bobby: Don’t let the paint fumes kill you

Libi: Don’t wake me when you come in, more like, I’m having the sofa

Bobby: By all means, make yourself at home, he’ll have already said it’s fine without consulting me at all

Libi: Yeah, he did

Libi: hurts to be blindsided by something important you should know about, huh?

Bobby: He’s an idiot but a generous one, his inability to say no has stopped surprising us at this point

Bobby: what’s he meant to do, leave you with nowhere to go

Libi: I have loads of somewheres to go, it’s not lack of options keeping me here

Bobby: do you though

Libi: Of course I do

Bobby: There’s no room above the pub, taken away another option by gifting you a slobbery massive dog, I don’t know about that, like

Libi: Tah for your fake concern, but I’m okay, really

Bobby: just pointing out the obligation, even if he’s the only one of ‘em who believes in it still

Libi: You know what, I’d love to point something out if that’s what we’re doing

Libi: for all your big talk after my party, everything you were up to today is exactly like a move Casey would pull

Libi: she’s even blonde, congrats

Bobby: Of course you’re mad 🙄

Bobby: you hate her anyway, it wouldn’t matter to you if she was really helping me right now

Libi: With her kind words? She can’t speak to you in person, how can she possibly help you with anything other than the proper reason you picked her to spend your day with?

Bobby: As I’m nothing like Case, I can read, tah

Bobby: just like I’ll have to at school when you can’t be arsed to show up

Libi: You couldn’t be more like him right now unless you’re posting with her sister soon

Bobby: You’ve never wanted me to have any friends of my own

Libi: That’s such bullshit

Libi: you’ve never shown no interest in China before wanting to hurt me

Bobby: I wouldn’t have told you if I had

Bobby: because you’d react like this, making an absolute show of yourself for no reason

Libi: No reason, you used to be scared of her, for fuck’s sake

Bobby: When I was five, and I’d just been dragged here away from home, maybe, I was scared of every fucking thing, thanks for bringing it up

Libi: She was a massive bitch to you, it needs bringing up

Bobby: Isn’t any of this teaching you that we don’t live in the past now?

Libi: Says you, but why her?

Libi: it’s a rhetorical question btw, cos the answer’s obvious

Bobby: I’m glad you’ve filled in those blanks, I’m not about to tell you what’s none of your business

Libi: I would’ve never treated you this way, whatever’s happened

Bobby: it’s not about you, Libi

Libi: How can you just lie and lie and lie?

Bobby: Don’t call us a liar

Libi: Why, does it hurt your feelings?

Libi: I fucking hope so

Bobby: Who’s being a bitch now…

Libi: You started it

Bobby: 👌 acting all 14 of your years

Libi: There you go calling me childish again when this is the most little kid on the playground behaviour ever from you

Bobby: I like her, if you can’t handle that, it’s not my problem

Libi: Very convenient date to choose to act on liking her though

Bobby: Hardly

Bobby: I’m sick of the lot of you, stressed out

Libi: You deffo have some problems, Bobby

Libi: 🤞 she can help you

Bobby: and your family causes all of them

Libi: Don’t look inward, god forbid

Bobby: I haven’t done anything, didn’t ask for any of this

Libi: Might’ve been true before now, but today you did loads, I thought the stories would go on and on ‘til my next birthday

Bobby: Says you, always having to film everything

Libi: What was it you said? Clearly I’m filling a void, sorry

Bobby: You’re showing off, what a class time you’re having with them trying to make it up to you like you’re a spoilt little brat, yeah

Bobby: rather die than have anything off ‘em as a bullshit apology, but you do you

Libi: I will, I’ll do what I want, since you aren’t after it being none of your business no more

Bobby: Suits us down to the ground, that

Bobby: stay out of my way, I’ll be well out of yours, can assure you

Libi: I’m made up for you

Bobby: You would be, if you were any sort of real mate

Libi: Yeah well, maybe we never were

Bobby: Wow

Libi: It’ll be better like this, according to you

Libi: it hardly matters what or who we were to each other, how keen you are to chuck it to one side

Bobby: There’s just no need to be so bloody dramatic, like

Bobby: Of course we were friends, don’t be an idiot

Libi: Don’t call me an idiot

Libi: I’m sorry I’m not a chill cool girl like her and can’t shrug off losing my best friend as if it’s nothing to me

Bobby: I’ve not gone anywhere, Jimmy wouldn’t

Libi: Jesus, yeah you have, you couldn’t be further away

Bobby: You’re making no sense right now

Libi: Forget it, I’ve tried and tried to get through to you, but I don’t, I can’t

Bobby: All I know is we’re still about because he thinks he has to be for your sake

Libi: Blame me, go on, but he’d still have to be about for Janis and the baby if I wasn’t here

Bobby: He hasn’t mentioned it, not once, he don’t want it, care about it

Libi: To you, he don’t fancy putting up with how you’d react, they’ll be talking

Bobby: Optimistic

Bobby: Isn’t that why they split, you know, beyond the affair she had

Libi: For the baby’s sake they’ll have to both try

Bobby: Babies fix everything, how could I forget

Libi: Wasn’t what I said

Bobby: It’s what you believe

Libi: No it isn’t, they’ll be parents, they have to grow up and raise this kid together putting everything but doing that aside, or he should leave town with you and start over in a new place

Bobby: He clearly thinks she wants him back, what else would he with all the time she’s suddenly spending with him when she couldn’t be bothered before, he’s not going to leave now

Libi: Option 1 then, like Ali and Junior’s dad before my mum died

Bobby: That isn’t fair to him

Bobby: but of course, neither of you cares because you get what you want, never mind he’ll be trying not to die every second

Libi: The kid didn’t ask to be brought into this mess, he had a part in it, I can have all the sympathy in the world for him about how hard it’ll be but it’s still a situation he got himself into

Bobby: He was really in a fit state to consent, weren’t he

Libi: He must’ve been, Janis wouldn’t force him to have a baby with her

Bobby: And why did she do it, eh

Bobby: the marriage was that bad for her, so bad she had to go and fuck Case

Bobby: well good parenting already

Libi: I wasn’t in their bedroom with them, I don’t know

Libi: all I know is, she’s not a monster

Bobby: It’s obvious, come on

Bobby: she did it for attention, and not off Jim, clearly

Libi: How weird you can only see when she’s doing it

Libi: people make mistakes, you’re making one going out with China, so

Bobby: Hardly the same, they’re meant to be adults, aren’t they

Libi: Adults fuck up too

Bobby: Who do you think you’re talking to, I bloody know, that’s all they do

Bobby: you being stupid acting like any of this will ever be alright or work

Libi: Stop calling me stupid

Bobby: Quit your acting and sounding it, easiest way to put a stop to that

Libi: We’re off on our separate ways, remember, it won’t make the slightest difference to you if I want to believe things might be alright

Bobby: I’m off nowhere, so if I want to get myself a missus to make that slightly less shit, I can and I will

Libi: You’re calling her your missus after a day and I’M stupid

Bobby: You think it started today ‘cos you think everything is about you, you’ve got no clue though

Libi: Alright, when did it start? Clue me in

Bobby: Why would I tell you now?

Bobby: obviously she didn’t just agree to go out with me today out of nowhere, we’d have to have been talking, use your common sense, like

Libi: Why wouldn’t she? Obviously you’ve no clue who your missus is

Bobby: real nice, that

Libi: It’s nicer than you using a girl you don’t even like to piss me off and try and ruin my birthday

Bobby: You are so up yourself, I don’t know how I didn’t realise before this

Bobby: for God’s sake, Libi

Libi: And you’re such a liar

Libi: I’d realise if you had a crush on anyone, whether you told or not

Bobby: You rate your detective skills, still, when you didn’t see any of this bollocks coming

Libi: That’s an unfair comparison

Bobby: It were right there, under all our noses, don’t pay yourself the compliment, you’re as clueless as everybody else is

Libi: You’re being a prick to be a prick

Bobby: nah, I’m not

Bobby: this is exactly why I stopped talking to you

Bobby: because you just want to talk about yourself, like the most important thing isn’t currently happening

Libi: Yeah, and you don’t wanna talk about that, you’d rather act out by getting a missus and rubbing my nose in it

Bobby: You talk like you have a clue, when all you’re saying is noise, you’ve had nothing useful to say since day one

Bobby: I’m better off alone at this point

Libi: Fine, be alone with her

Libi: at this point, I’m done

Bobby: Thanks so much for your blessing

Libi: You’re welcome for everything I’ve ever done for you

Bobby: Holding that all over my head now, are we?

Libi: Sure, fuck it

Libi: you’re determined to let the bridge burn, and to run me down every second that’s left before I walk off

Bobby: I never asked for you to translate for me, I didn’t ask to be like this

Libi: And I didn’t ask to come from a family of fuck ups but you keep on punishing me like hers are mine

Bobby: The best thing for Jim would be to leave, to never look back

Bobby: and you won’t support that

Libi: I would if it was what he wanted

Bobby: Why will no one listen, he can’t be trusted to make that decision right now

Libi: You can’t make it for him, even in his best interests

Bobby: maybe if I had your support

Libi: It isn’t my support you’re looking for, it’s for me to agree with every word you say

Libi: lucky for you, your new girlfriend probably will

Bobby: You’ve really made that sound terrible, well done 👏

Bobby: anyone in their right mind would agree with me

Libi: I’m not in my right mind, I don’t know how any of us would be

Bobby: I won’t be dragged down to their level

Libi: Good for you

Bobby: You’re going to end up just like the rest of ‘em, you know

Libi: I can’t believe I built my entire life around someone who could say that to me

Libi: you win, I’m really fucking stupid

Bobby: I never thought you’d let me down this hard either

Libi: At least this is the last time

Bobby: Suppose we’ll take that

Libi: 🤝

Janis: How’s your lungs?

Janis: Back on track yet?

Libi: The drs will sort them out tomorrow, long as I can drag myself to my appointment

Janis: I’ll take you

Janis: though, I’m not quite out of touch with my emotions enough to think you mean the physical is the thing holding you back there

Libi: You did loads already, I’ve sorted a lift with [what are you calling Ali cos Tess is nan? Grandma? idk lol] she’s worried

Janis: It was a bad one, I’m not surprised

Libi: Yeah

Janis: have you told her, about any of that?

Janis: She’d be able to help, breathing exercises, all that, right up her alley

Libi: I don’t want to talk about it

Janis: Of course you don’t

Libi: With you either

Janis: Yeah, I got it

Janis: I can’t tell you to, I wouldn’t have told anyone

Janis: but you can’t be making yourself ill, you have to figure out something there, alright?

Libi: I didn’t make myself ill, he did

Janis: Alright but I can no less make him behave like any less of a dickhead so you have to take the responsibility for your health here

Janis: He don’t appreciate what he’s doing is having that kind of effect, and you wouldn’t appreciate if we had to tell him

Libi: He wouldn’t care, he’d tell you I faked it for the drama and sympathy

Janis: I’ve witnessed enough fake panic attacks when Gracie has lost her favourite shoes and her date is in 10 minutes, like

Janis: We both know you weren’t, me and Jim, who were actually there

Libi: What’s important is he still wouldn’t care

Libi: if I was dead he’d invite China to my grave like Mary Shelley

Janis: The one in your year?

Libi: Asia’s sister who bullied him when we were younger, I’m a twat for pointing that out though since he expects me to believe they’ve been in love, or lust, from afar forever, but cos I’m a massive cockblock there’s the reason he didn’t have a childhood wedding to her instead

Janis: I see

Janis: well, YOU know that that’s clearly not true, there’s been no mention of her since those days

Libi: Yeah, and obviously it’s just a coincidence they made it official on my birthday, not at all about me

Janis: He’s never going to cop to that, however obvious

Libi: Why bother when you can keep on lying and being a prick

Janis: If it were purely about pissing you off or ruining your birthday, then he has to see that out

Janis: he won’t be able to hack it long though, if she’s still a bitch like that

Libi: They’re welcome to each other for the next [however long she went out with Jake because we’re being a bitch]

Janis: I don’t think Jimmy knows anything yet

Janis: and I think he’d still tell him, if it was serious?

Libi: It’s all over socials, that’s how Bobby lets people who care about him find out something like this now

Janis: I’m not sure he uses his now but I’ll forward that as a warning, if nothing else

Janis: He knew this would hurt you, or he’d have approached it differently, that’s not bullshit, whatever he’s said, you know that

Libi: If you hadn’t gifted me Peach, it never would’ve happened

Janis: What could she have to do with anything?

Libi: She lives here in his house, he has a right to be upset

Janis: He loves dogs, he just doesn’t appreciate the gesture

Janis: he’d take whatever cue he was given to do what he wanted, he’d still be angry

Libi: You should’ve picked a less permanent gesture, maybe, a gift that don’t have a literal life span to consider

Janis: If you don’t want her, Jim will keep her

Libi: 1. Of course I want her 2. Jim keeping her wouldn’t solve anything about not consulting his brother beforehand about her or me staying and Bobby focusing all his anger on him about it instead of me is the last thing I’d agree to

Janis: As you pointed out, she’s a living creature, not something to be pushed pillar to post on Bobby’s whim

Janis: and he has been ‘consulted’, I know that for a fact, Jimmy’s spoken to him numerous times about still wanting a relationship with you, what Bobby means is his objection wasn’t listened to and he didn’t get his own way about it

Libi: Alright, but he has a point about not being listened to when it comes to your weird and reckless dog giving decision, the timing’s well bad

Janis: You said you want her, how is it bad timing

Libi: All of our heads are fucked, why’d you bring another living creature into it?

Janis: because you can off-load to her as much as you like, it’s never fucking her head up, that’s why people have pets, it’s legit, not made that up myself

Libi: Seeing her every day means avoiding him as much, and probably his missus, as he calls her

Libi: what good she’ll do for my mental health, that’ll cancel out

Janis: He’s just parroting, I’m sure it’s not that real

Libi: She’s blonde too, btw

Janis: I’ve had a look, from a bottle 🐭

Libi: He had the fucking audacity to tell me she’s been helping him

Libi: What with? His Casey impression? Losing his virginity?

Janis: Nice, if true

Janis: I’m not wholly convinced either

Libi: There’s no chance he’s having deep and meaningfuls with her, before today or after, I wish he would, even if it has to be with China, I hate this

Janis: I know, I wish he would talk to someone, he needs to

Libi: 🤞 doctor’ll refer me at least, feel like I’ve lost the plot whenever I talk to him

Janis: he’s purposefully keeping you on that different page, for his sake, he doesn’t want you to get it

Libi: I know, but knowing doesn’t make it any less shit while it’s happening

Janis: nah, of course it don’t

Libi: I’m tired, I’m gonna go to bed

Janis: Are you on the sofa? Grab the nice blankets from [wherever they are, hidden from general slobby use and dogs]

Libi: Not a good idea, as she’s here, might as well grab my dog from out of her crate to sleep with me

Janis: As good an idea

Janis: and we’re talking to your school soon, you won’t have to be around him, should that still be something you’re not about, alright

Libi: Can you talk to them about getting China moved to a different school, preferably miles away in the far far north of the country?

Janis: Well, I’ll have to be thinking on a good enough reason to get them on side

Libi: I’ll sleep on it, slut shaming her sadly isn’t a good enough reason

Janis: He’s nearly half a year younger than you, remember

Janis: I’m sure she isn’t being a slut anywhere near him, really

Libi: I’m sure she is, he’s tall, nobody remembers that

Janis: No one has ever gone as far as they claim, at your age, trust me

Janis: Take my word for that one thing

Libi: I used my birthday wish before realising the slags of my year needed to factor in, I don’t have a choice really

Janis: I’ll see if he’ll talk to Jim, subtly

Janis: it happens, I should think he remembers how to handle himself around girls but a refresher can’t hurt

Libi: He should talk to Case but we all know that’ll never happen

Janis: Didn’t suggest it for that reason

Janis: I’ve said to Jimmy countless times that either of us will be a verbal punching bag but there it is

Libi: Jim’d always rather be it

Janis: yeah

Janis: but they should talk anyway, let him say some of the things he needs to, maybe things will get better with the rest of yous

Libi: Is he back under your thumb how Bobby reckons? Be honest

Janis: No, of course not, not that that’s how I’d ever have described it, personally

Janis: we’re trying to work together, that’s all

Libi: Okay, that’s what I hoped

Janis: We want more time like today again, including Bobby, ideally but not until he’s calmed down some

Libi: He doesn’t think it’ll ever work, he thinks I’m stupid

Janis: He doesn’t want it to at the minute, I didn’t expect any different

Janis: Jimmy and him have a special kind of bond, like, and I betrayed Jim

Janis: he’s protecting him now the only way he knows how, letting it be known how he feels, it’s okay

Libi: So do me and you, I expected him to get why I can’t just cut you out and hate you, he don’t have to like it, but

Janis: He’s definitely being a little unfair to you, don’t get me wrong

Janis: we’re all fucked in the head by it, like you said, none of us are gonna ace every part of it

Libi: I failed every part earlier, Christ, it was a mess

Janis: You were pretty much in shock

Libi: We’re done, I said, and I’m standing by it

Libi: I can’t keep doing this with him how it is, especially not with her there watching him make me look a twat too from here on

Janis: I’d say that’s a good shout for now, definitely

Janis: focus on yourself, your other friends, we’ll be making sure he’s good, at school and in the important ways, so try not to worry about him at all for a while

Libi: 🤝 I’ll do my best

Janis: All you gotta do 🤞🤝

Libi: Tah again for the parts of my birthday you had some control over

Janis: I know it ain’t gonna make the shortlist of best evers but, hope it was alright

Libi: It ain’t your fault it won’t, you properly did your best

Janis: don’t mention it, part of my job, like

Libi: Needs mentioning when I’ve been such a bitch

Libi: I’m sorry it’s a hard job

Janis: You’re owed some bad behaviour, if we can set the limit at getting us evicted though, yeah, I would appreciate that

Janis: I’m not, whatever I may have said when I was not quite reaching my best

Libi: I love you and whatever Bobby says if I turned out like you I’d only be 🤏 gutted

Janis: the 🤏 is so warranted

Janis: I love you an’ all and you know who that is, however lost you’re feeling right this second

Libi: I thought I was about to die, seriously, not in a Grace way

Libi: and I can’t hack him having that much power over me when I can’t trust him anymore

Janis: I know what you mean, it’s terrifying

Libi: I need another birthday wish

Janis: I’d offer mine but I’m not sure you can borrow that far in advance

Libi: If I’m still feeling the same by then, there’d not be enough hope in more candles than all our birthdays combined, be none

Janis: feels like a very current Bobby move to point out that there’ll be another birthday added to the list by then

Janis: but technically there are no candles so guess the number of wishes stays the same

Libi: It’s okay, I’m not him, you don’t have to keep it off limits as a taboo subject

Janis: It still seems long enough away not to need to push it

Libi: I guess it is, but I’m used to thinking so far ahead when everyone else is asleep

Janis: right now that’s my fault, keeping you when you said you were tired

Libi: I just don’t know what to say to anybody… I feel ridiculous and embarrassed and gross and sad and too thick to be allowed to open my mouth

Janis: oh Libs

Janis: I’ve seen you at your most embarrassing, you can’t top the baby years, nothing you say or do is going to shock us

Libi: Rude, those were my best years…

Libi: she knew who she was, who the fuck am I now?

Libi: maybe he’s right that I’m suffocating, cos I don’t remember how to have a life, make friends, do things

Janis: You do, you know people who aren’t Bobby, just none of them figure as important, you can do it

Libi: It’s really unfair I can’t go back and need to go forward

Janis: tell me about it, girl

Janis: It’ll get easier and feel less strange, the longer you’re there, swear

Libi: Why won’t he just

Janis: I don’t know, I wish I could tell you

Libi: I don’t want it to get easier for him or for me, not in that sense

Libi: to leave each other behind and tell ourselves it’s good, that we belong in the past

Janis: You’ll have a future, it’ll be different but they aren’t going anywhere, he will have to accept that

Libi: But he’s going places I’ll never reach him

Janis: you have to trust he will come back

Libi: I’m not sure he will

Janis: you can’t be, if you could, you’d have no problem

Libi: I used to have a feeling always, intuition or whatever about almost everything 🔮

Janis: boys fuck that up

Libi: Yeah

Janis: Not that I can say boys at my big age, sound like I’m trying to be too relatable and cringe about it

Libi: To be fair, saying men to me at my age’d be weird and sound like you want me to give up and get in Mr Lucas’ boot

Janis: Sincerely hope he’s about when we go down for our meeting 🙏👊

Janis: just like old times

Libi: A light in a dark time, we’d all be cheered up slightly

Janis: bit gutting to include him in that but 😬 once a weirdo always a weirdo, him

Libi: If I get another detention I’ll not go, like you said

Janis: don’t, however tempting the peace and quiet of a boot might seem at the time, been there, not worth it

Libi: I was angry at you, but something’s gotta give with him and her added high on the list, it’s too much rage otherwise, I don’t think I have it in me

Janis: Prioritize, yeah, sensible

Libi: Besides, you did bribe me with a very cute puppy to stop

Janis: I mean, yeah

Janis: pretty top if entirely unreasonable gift

Libi: She’s top, even though the day itself ended up much lower down cos of the near death experience and everything

Janis: you and your shit lungs

Libi: And it wasn’t even what I’d class as a top near death experience, I didn’t hear mum and dad calling to me or nothing

Janis: you was probably still miles away from the bright light, drama queen

Janis: would shit you up if they started screaming

Libi: I’d have a job to hear anything over Jim trying to talk me down off the ledge as if I was trying to kill myself, but he should honestly work for the Samaritans, it was comforting

Janis: Can’t decide if that would give him a sense of purpose or give him ideas, as a hobby goes

Janis: he can be comforting though, always has been

Libi: So was you though, and from what I remember after the party as well

Janis: Can’t pretend there’s a 1 before my age, kicking off would’ve felt great but you know

Libi: You’re always there, like mum, I didn’t ever need to reach for her, she was just so close to me all the time knowing what I wanted

Libi: you have to reach too far for some people and it doesn’t mean they’ll end up with a clue what you want

Janis: She was a good mum, even though she was that young

Janis: maybe because, it’s all she wanted at the time

Libi: You were good too, even though you were that young and you didn’t ask to be my mum

Janis: Telling you to shut up goes against telling you you’re not embarrassing or gross and whatever but

Janis: dunno what my new hormones are capable of yet

Libi: It’s okay, my hormones are taking the piss lately too

Janis: Being a girl does, big time

Janis: can’t be crying in the tescos like a mental person here, Christ

Libi: Why are you in Tescos when I’m spilling my guts here? Bit rude

Janis: We ran out of [basic household necessities], soz, I haven’t broadcast it over the tannoy, like

Libi: Oh no, I’m deprived of their advice in aisle 5, could’ve been perfect insight into my messy life

Janis: All the 👩‍🦳👩‍🦳s that reckon they know it all, like they weren’t tucked away in a laundry or whatever the fuck

Libi: China’d deffo get put in one for being a temptress, they were still about

Janis: Church can’t even do you that favour, honestly 🙄

Libi: Finding faith as a hobby goes, to fill the void, unlikely, sure Jesus would be my new best friend, but at what cost?

Janis: Personality? Body weight? Ask Ro

Libi: He’d fancy that I washed Bobby’s missus’ feet or something, at least sat down and had dinner with her, I’m alright for all of it

Janis: 🤣 fuck’s sake

Janis: fairness, kid stood no chance, they’re all like that

Libi: I’d pray she cheats on him same as her last boyfriend

Janis: Bob knows about that, yeah?

Libi: The whole year does, he weren’t bothered by the smaller dramas but I’d not leave him out of the loop on anything that big

Janis: Just checking

Janis: definitely not serious, if that’s her rep

Libi: Their mum has cheated on every man she’s ever been with America said, with a margin for how often she lies, the truth must still be loads of times

Janis: Wouldn’t surprise me, Asia was the worst of that little bunch by a mile, which was saying something

Libi: Like, I’m aware of the irony of us talking about this right now, but

Janis: Alright, maybe not the best two but only two, nevertheless

Janis: I could run a pissing laundry, those numbers

Libi: I’m temporarily missing you off my hit list, lucky for you

Janis: Aisle 5’ll have worse to say, don’t you worry

Libi: The whole year might have shit to say to me when I go back, they all think he’s my boyfriend, meaning they’ll reckon I was dumped for her

Janis: What’s your plan for it?

Libi: I don’t have one yet

Janis: You’ve got the time your appointment gives you

Libi: Thankfully, I’ve no ideas at the minute

Janis: Let them clarify, I bet they will

Libi: Gross, I could win money putting a bet on how I know they will

Janis: Not the first or the last to utilize it, even I can’t take credit

Libi: Cliche for a reason, exactly

Janis: Effective for him, if people are finally paying attention

Libi: I’m genuinely off to bed now, we’re at my limit

Janis: Alright, give Peach some love from us

Libi: [a pic illustrating that she is]

Libi: Goodnight

Janis: Nanight

Janis: Have you checked Insta?

Jimmy: [potentially after a pause because he might be asleep/getting ready for bed but obvs before Bobby has loudly bowled back in either with or without this gal lol cos never knows how loud he is]

Jimmy: Fuck’s sake, what’s gone on now?

Janis: Not necessarily fuck’s sake level but Bobby has some news he’s shared with his feed but not us

Janis: well, I don’t think you know?

Jimmy: Be why Libs went poorly

Jimmy: hang on, I’ll have a look

Janis: I’ve spoken to her about all that, think it made her feel 🤏 better but

Janis: told her she can’t be pulling stunts like that over him, to sort herself out, like

Jimmy: Do we know that lass from somewhere?

Janis: Asia’s kid sister, the one in their year

Jimmy: She were Mary, ‘course

Janis: 🐑 upgrade, well done, kid

Jimmy: Little dickhead back then, her, but 🤞

Janis: Apparently not now, according to him

Janis: Libi is obviously not on the same team about that but she has reason

Jimmy: Long as her and her 🦷🦷 are behaving nowadays, no need for us both to have same reaction as the birthday girl about it

Janis: nah, just didn’t want them randomly showing up and making you wonder what year it is

Janis: clearly shock was the reaction he was going for so I’ll get ahead of him just to be a dick

Jimmy: He’s not in yet, be waiting up for him now I’ve heard to find out how far he’s reckoning he’ll push it with her sleeping on the settee tonight

Janis: I know what we’d have done but

Janis: he isn’t us, who can say

Jimmy: Can say what I’d still put my money on

Janis: yeah, sorry if this woke you but I remember how he enters a room so

Jimmy: You’re alright, and a mate for the heads up he weren’t fancying chucking us

Janis: hitting the teen years with a vengeance now 😈👿

Jimmy: Be about right, far as pisstaking timing and bollocks I could do without goes

Janis: 😈👿 advocate, he reckons this a top distraction for you?

Janis: see the logic, teenage boy logic but nevertheless

Jimmy: Top fuck you for not packing up the car on his say so, more like, and the rest

Janis: none of us best speak to this girl, get such a complex

Janis: Libs is convinced it’s all about her too

Jimmy: See her logic, teenage lass based or nah, today of all days he’s posting he’s got himself a new missus

Jimmy: convenient coincidence if it were, that

Janis: alright, marple 😏

Janis: ‘course he’s buzzing that none of us will be hugely

Janis: but maybe he does just fancy her as his own distraction as well

Jimmy: I get it, whenever he don’t fancy a chat he can tell her his phone’s dead

Janis: exactly, you wish you could’ve got me to fuck off that easily

Jimmy: Never did commit to the fake deafness hard enough, too much to juggle without the rumour about us being famous off [whatever hollyoaks style teen soap people reckoned he was in back in the day when he first arrived] being for real

Janis: if only they knew how so-so your acting was, yeah

Jimmy: Save it for when they’re back and I have to play the role of disappointed dad over our kid treating the place like an hotel

Janis: cue sighing as you wipe up an imaginary spill on the counter with your tea towel, see it now

Janis: but you’re more likely to need to hold Libs back, she’s being a right cow about her, like

Jimmy: Soz to her I can’t help being a bit chuffed he’s getting himself out there, pissing about and lasses off how a normal lad his age would do, weren’t reckoning there’d come a day at one point

Janis: I know, me too, not that you heard that from us

Janis: after she’s had her time to be devvo about it, hopefully she’ll do the same

Jimmy: She were you, she’d do the same tomorrow ready or not, ‘cause she’s gutted

Janis: 🙄 Christ, what an embarrassing age

Jimmy: Watching this space for some dickhead lad at the door an’ all before the happy couple have had a minute

Janis: looking like a long lost relative, undoubtedly

Jimmy: ✔️

Janis: Unless you’re hoping she’s not quite that much like me, as we all should be

Jimmy: You might be, but I’ll live if she turns out to be owt like you, her an’ all

Janis: Yeah, you’re definitely half-asleep still, being this nice

Jimmy: There’s something to hope for, be knackered for work tomorrow this rate

Janis: Have we ever had to discuss a curfew with them? 🤔 What’s standard?

Jimmy: What kind of question’s that?

Jimmy: pair of ‘em didn’t used to be off nowhere but [a cinema they like and some food places they like, that kinda thing]

Janis: I’m not going on mumsnet, more your crowd, go on and get your flirt on for advice

Jimmy: Tah for that heads up an’ all then, it’s a good shout and I will do

Janis: Any time, mate

Jimmy: 👍

Jimmy: be needing to sit him down and discuss all sorts else, won’t I?

Janis: Potentially, but like, he probably knows, right

Janis: I knew at that age

Jimmy: Probably ain’t he 100% does do, though, is it?

Janis: Yeah, you’re right, got to be responsible

Jimmy: And I’ll have to leg it down the school to have a go about nobody giving us a ring back and put a rush on them lot sorting something, she can’t sign for him this new lass, bloody hell

Janis: Just tell me what day/lunch break/whatever you can and I’ll be there

Janis: they’ll have to give him their presentation printouts and handwritten instructions in the meantime, let them struggle with that before they can’t deal any longer

Jimmy: No choice but to fit it in soon as, sound of how fuming Libi is, what she’d be signing to him in lessons won’t help him pass no exams

Janis: It’s always been a bullshit ‘solution’, they can finally do their jobs, we’ll get it sorted

Jimmy: I let it go on as there were no stopping her but

Janis: We did

Janis: and when he was a little kid, Ian would’ve had to hire someone, you couldn’t

Janis: he’s done alright, but now he needs someone proper, can’t rely on her

Jimmy: She were you she wouldn’t be about to rely on, I should probably check the settee ain’t just a pile of blankets, like

Janis: I stayed for ages, you were snoring like a pig with Peach doing the same, tah very much

Jimmy: Can’t be doing a full blown runner with her lungs any road, end up in the hospital not the train station

Janis: She won’t, it’s not her style

Jimmy: Dunno how much comfort that is, lying here waiting to find out what her style might be

Janis: You know, if anything she don’t know when to leave him alone, stop trying

Jimmy: Make you feel better? It don’t me

Janis: Not really

Janis: but I know we can’t get in the middle of it

Janis: if it’s a lover’s tiff, which is how it feels to her, we can’t treat it like a family affair, fuck up their heads

Jimmy: Right you are, mate

Janis: Do you not agree?

Janis: don’t have to, I’m hardly an expert

Jimmy: What about how I said it makes you reckon I don’t?

Janis: I dunno, the ambiguity of a 👍 energy, genuine or sarky?

Jimmy: Come on, you can trust yourself this far with knowing what you’re on about

Janis: Can I?

Janis: still just feels like I’m making it up as we go along

Jimmy: Might be how it always feels, as we’re so used to it, don’t mean you’ve no common sense

Janis: think you’re doing alright too, as it goes

Jimmy: I’m trying, don’t seem it to our kid, but there we go

Janis: His way or the highway, like you said, nothing but is what he wants to hear

Janis: he’ll grow out of it

Jimmy: 50/50 chance

Jimmy: less Ian’s included

Janis: don’t reckon it’s as simple as all that anyway

Jimmy: Nor me, nowt’s ever as simple as all that

Janis: If only, eh

Jimmy: If only, girl

Janis: Now we really sound about 100

Jimmy: First time for everything

Janis: S’a new you, for sure

Jimmy: Wouldn’t put it past her to use her candles, state of the old me, be why

Janis: I don’t need 3 guesses to know at best you were cheekily tacked on the end

Jimmy: Went well for her, poor cow

Janis: know it’s our fault but

Janis: it’s not healthy, how they were

Jimmy: 🤏 our fault for being such bad role models, but nah, you’re bang on again, something had to give for them as well as us

Janis: guess so

Jimmy: They’ll both end up having some space, however heavy handed he went about it don’t change the fact needed doing

Janis: There were no way else to go about it, drifting apart weren’t on the horizon, she’ll get it, once she’s there too

Jimmy: I don’t doubt she’ll never be on about saying tah to him or this lass for it but still it’ll do them both a favour, long run

Janis: She don’t need to, if that were what he were after, be the worrying thing

Janis: but it’s not

Jimmy: Obvious what he’s after, like you said before

Janis: feel like everything just makes me sad these days, even good things

Jimmy: Know the feeling, my dear

Janis: Fuck sake, how do we stop

Jimmy: Knew that I’d cancel my doctor’s appointment and crack on telling him to sod his happy pills

Janis: Why?

Jimmy: What?

Janis: I don’t even fucking know

Janis: just that we should all be heavily medicated so I won’t be long after you, I reckon

Jimmy: His and hers

Jimmy: don’t sound so bad to me put like that

Janis: you said it was BFF matching only from now on

Jimmy: Did I? Mates rates then, bound to have a group discount

Janis: Wow, you’ve already forgot about being matching heads in jars, some mate 🎻

Jimmy: Something about how you look covered in paint makes it hard to remember owt else, takes us right back to my 🎨 homework

Janis: Traumatic memories of bowl cuts and thick-rimmed glasses, yeah, what a time it was

Jimmy: Tah for reminding us an’ all to hide the scissors before Libi cuts herself a DIY 💔 fringe

Janis: 😱😱😱

Janis: remember when she cut their hair, looked like they had mange

Jimmy: Be dead awkward if she reckoned there were a career in it for her

Janis: I SHOULD make her do her work experience at the salon, you’re right 😏

Jimmy: Nowt else she can be mates with the blue rinse brigade, always with your nan, be well in off the practice

Janis: I’ll float the idea, as she reckons she has no idea how to make any mates

Jimmy: I dunno if it’ll cheer her but it will me, chuffed to bits at the idea of them lot gatecrashing of a night

Janis: should’ve never stopped being a barista boy, you

Janis: not enough old ladies in [whatever it is exactly Jimothy does]

Jimmy: Advertisers missing a trick, what could be fitter than a blue rinse? And you watch it catch on when Libs has one to keep up with her new mates

Janis: So a fringe’s a no go but you’re alright with that? 😂

Jimmy: DIY’s the no go, be rough at school for a bit as is without the target on her forehead showing through her uneven fringe for every dickhead

Janis: She can handle herself, she’ll surprise herself with it

Janis: the shit people have to say is never as 🎯 as they wanna believe/you worry about when you’re first the target, like

Jimmy: Dagenham or whatever her bloody name is might take after her big sister far as 🧠’s go, no worries there then

Janis: Fucking names and 🦷🦷 alone are all the ammunition she needs for a clap back so

Jimmy: What is her name before she shows up here? Tokyo?

Janis: You’re killing me

Janis: China, think Asia but smaller, should get you to remember

Jimmy: Fucking hell Suze, you outdid yourself with that one, love

Janis: galaxy 🧠 behaviour

Janis: she should’ve kept to her continent theme and kept going but

Jimmy: I’d be beyond keen to see the dad she picked out for Africa

Janis: I’d not ‘cos it’d be mine and I want less than this much to do with them again, nevermind DNA shared, tah

Jimmy: Dunno about that, keeps us on our toes does Suze, more than likely be someone from Tokyo

Janis: Could be you if you’re that keen

Jimmy: Have her ‘round for a little chat about Romeo and Juliet the next generation, see where we end up

Janis: Well she combined North and South America into one kid so that’s less hassle for you

Jimmy: The kid I’m having with her ain’t called Antarctica, I don’t want it, send it there out my sight

Janis: 🐧❄️☃️

Jimmy: Suits how frosty the reception’ll be morning after

Janis: Poor Suze

Jimmy: Oi, from her, always charming, me

Janis: Oh, I thought you were gonna crack on trying a new bad boy thing like Bob

Jimmy: She don’t let ‘em hang about what I’ve heard, gotta prepare myself 🩹

Janis: You’ll be grand, boy

Janis: stand around too long, she’ll cover you over in crushed velvet

Jimmy: *leopard print

Jimmy: which I’d look well fit in

Janis: try your luck then

Jimmy: 👌

Janis: 🐆 camo or nah, still be able to find you

Jimmy: Good, be gutted to lose you

Janis: Swear?

Janis: ‘cos the freezer aisle is feeling a little too 🥶 now

Jimmy: Only on my life which ain’t worth loads at the minute, but

Janis: it is to me

Janis: priceless like a 🏺 yeah

Jimmy: There you go then, I swear

Janis: Good 😁

Jimmy: 😁☀️

Jimmy: ‘til I hear the door go at least and it’s either him or them pair both

Janis: Bit full on, which he deserves the embarrassment but you don’t the Lucas rep of it all

Janis: save your 😁☀️ for decorating really bad cakes

Jimmy: *for you

Janis: yeah but made me sound a bit full on myself, or full of, nothing new there

Jimmy: Saved you from it, you’re alright

Janis: Tah 🦸‍♂️

Jimmy: Fancy seeing me in tights again, I get it, been too long for all of us

Janis: Only fair, you got a paint-covered throwback

Jimmy: Weren’t fair, I’m still thinking about it

Janis: did kill the mood a 🤏 with her asthma attack, were having a good time

Jimmy: Yeah, but I’ll leave it out chucking loads of guilt over him sec he walks in, however much I want to right now

Janis: I know, gotta resist the urge, couldn’t have known she’d stop breathing about it, however much he fancied pissing her off with his own stunt

Jimmy: Best behaviour or I can’t have a go at him for being a dickhead and we can’t have that

Janis: Someone does need to have a word, yeah

Jimmy: That’ll be me, nobody else’s job, they’d not hack it now he’s 😈👿

Janis: I could

Jimmy: It’d go nowhere good if you did do

Janis: I still think he might act like less of a 😈👿 to the rest of you if he could have it out with us but

Janis: it is ultimately up to you

Jimmy: I can’t stop him if that’s what he really wants, knows where your inbox is, up to him, that

Janis: True, he hasn’t tried so maybe he isn’t interested in taking it out on me

Jimmy: Don’t reckon he’ll be interested in sod all else now he’s got a continent for a missus, dodged that bullet, you

Janis: I’d say phew but

Jimmy: You’d rather be hit by it, I know

Janis: I still deserve it

Jimmy: I ain’t gonna give you the answer you’re after hearing and tell you yeah you do

Janis: I know you won’t, I know you

Jimmy: But you can have it for that, yeah you do

Janis: when it felt like I didn’t anymore, that we were strangers

Janis: that was the hardest, harder than now, for me

Jimmy: I’d know you anywhere

Janis: I see you now, just lost, for a while

Jimmy: Piss easy for me, always has been

Janis: shouldn’t let you wander, like

Jimmy: Don’t, keep us close

Jimmy: who knows where I’ll be else

Janis: I have to, I can’t imagine you anywhere else

Jimmy: Nor me

Janis: I’d have had to get on the tracks if you’d run away when he wanted

Janis: not to be dramatic or anything but

Jimmy: It weren’t ever even a might do

Janis: I can’t lose you

Jimmy: You

Jimmy: I need you

Janis: I need you, always will

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masakia · 1 year

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Okay yeah I haven't posted anything about sims in a while but I need to freak out about somewhere alright?

This here is my babygirl Jocelyn, I made her for a legacy and had been playing her for a few weeks now. I started the save with her and her sister as teens since it would've give me more time to get to know them and get attached.

Alright everything was fun, she had a cute highschool boyfriend and she was top of her class!

BUT THEN! THE BOYFRIEND CHEATED ON HER WITH HER SISTER! RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF PROM. Of course they had a huge fight (still in their prom makeup and dress in Jocelyn's case (her sister's name is Louise in case anyone wants to know btw)).

She and the boyfriend broke up and she went to graduate top of her class, her sister moved out right after graduation (with Jocelyn's ex btw) and they didn't spoke to each other fow a few months. Now it's important to know that their mom is very traditional and wanted to arrange Jocelyn's marriage to someone she approved of, enter Troy the most boring men on earth, and her mom's coworker. (The nice pictures end here, I lost patience and began to just take them on my phone to send to my friends.)

Despite that they got along and quickly got engaged, Jocelyn had a bachelorette party like two days before her wedding at... her ex boyfriend's nightclub (his family is rich ajd they own it, he takes care of it sometimes) she wasn't expecting him to be there and them between some drinks here and there, they hooked up and she got pregnant, which was an issue cause you know she was set to marry Troy!

The wedding day arrived and she was looking beautiful of course (took me a long time to dress her up so please appreciate my efforts) and everything went well, they got married, renovated the house and then she found out she was pregnant.

She wanted to be a mom since she was a teen, but not this way without knowing who the father is, so because of all the stress she did end up having a rough pregnancy and was bed ridden a lot, to the point where she had to have a c section because a natural labor was too dangerous for her and the baby. Everything seemed to go well with her and the baby (Cassandra) coming gome safe, she was feeling a bit weak but the doctors told her if she got enough bed rest she would be fine (good pictures return now cause I have my game open like right now)

Everything was going well, Jocelyn was resting and passing time with her daughter and she did a paternity test behind her husband’s back to finally know who was little Cassie’s father (it was her ex, but not important). So one morning Jocelyn wakes up and goes to make breakfast as normal when all of a sudden I get a notification “Jocelyn is bleeding ans she needs to go to the hospital now!” So I send her and Troy over there, thinking everything was going to be okay, since I never lost a sim to one of my mods, BUT NOT THIS TIME BABY!

She died bacause of bleeding so much and not even her husband could plead woth the grim reaper so she officially died... And the first thing her ghost did was come back and hold her daughter! Literally the most heartbreaking thing to ever happen to me in all those years playing this game.

(btw nothing in this was planned, just the boyfriend cheating cause this was part of the challenge rules I’m following, the rest was all my mods deciding to fuck with me)

Anyway I’m still considering if I should leave without saving or just move on and play with the story, cause I like when my game throws this kind of stuff at me but, I still had so much stuff to do with her! Literally none of her gen rules has been finished. Yeah I’m insane about this game sometimes.

#TS4 #crybabywhims #that's the challenge btw #very fun but oh god was not expecting all of this #tumblr give me polls so people can make the decision for me of how I should progress in the game #the sims 4 #death tw #ghost tw

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kass-storycorner · 3 years

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I’ve been thinking a lot about the Hu Tao and Chongyun storyquests the past days. Both deal with the afterlife (well the border between life and death so far) and ghosts. We know both are canon in Genshin, they exist for this world. Now what I’ve been thinking a lot about is … how much angst can I write with that in mind? I always see a lot of these how the characters would react to your death but… yeah, have fun with this. Or not.

The ghost of you

Prompt: You died and the characters are faced with the literal ghost of you.

Genre: Angst, Hurt, no comfort (especially for Xiao)

Characters: Zhongli, Xiao,

Format: text

Word count: 1714

This is not proof-read or anything, I just wanted to get that idea out of my head. I also really want to write this idea out for other characters, so maybe I'll share a part 2 in the future. and yes the title might be a mcr reference and i might have two other fics in my drafts named after mcr songsi had a rough week okay

Zhongli:

He loved you. With all his heart, with every fibre of his being, he loved you so much. Zhongli always knew that his decision to live a life among mortals would cost a price, but in his mind, it was paid with his Gnosis all those years ago. It was not until the first of his mortal friends started to die that Zhongli was reminded of how fragile humans were. Of course, he was aware to a certain degree that he would outlive his friends and even you, he just never considered how quickly a human life was lived. You both had spent an entire life together, and while Zhonglis body did not biologically age, he is able to change his form to his liking - so when you grew old and grey so did he. Most people in Liyue would see the two of take your stroll around the city, holding hands and they were enamoured by the way you still looked at each other, just like a newlywed couple. But you grew older each day until one day, on one of your walks through the city, your collapsed. Zhongli was quick to catch you and the people around rushed towards the two, helping Zhongli getting you to a doctor. However, what was a doctor to do, than to tell Zhongli that your body is giving up? The doctor nor Zhongli can do anything against the flow of time, though Zhongli wished he could. He was not ready to let you go, he was not ready for you to onyl life in his memories until the erosion of the earth will erease you from them.

You layed in the hospital bed, Zhongli right next to you never letting go of your hand, when you took your last breath. He sat next to you for a while, not saying a word, tears running down his face until he heard your voice.

"It's okay," there you stood on the other side of the bed, your dead body between the two of you. In all the years Zhongli lived he had seen more than a few ghosts and he was aware of the human afterlife - though seeing your ghost wasn't something he anticipated. "You're dead", Zhongli said quietly, tears still spilling from his eyes. "I know, love. I know. And I wish I could've stayed with you just a bit longer, I really do. But it's time. You gave me such a wonderful life; we spend so many years together and I am so thankful for it Zhongli. For all the stories you told me, for all the sleepless nights we spend together, for all the memories we made. I loved it. I love you." Zhongli still hadn't let go of your hand, still afraid of letting you go, even though the mind he loved was standing so close to him. "Love," he started, his voice heavy with grief. "I have so many more stories to tell you. Will you stay, just for a while longer?"

At that you had to laugh a bit and oh, how much he already missed your laugh. He just heard it a few hours ago, when you were still alive, but hearing it now just felt so painful. "Zhongli, even 10 lifetimes wouldn't be enough to be able to listen to all of your stories. But I'm so sorry to disappoint you, you know I can't stay."

He knew this just too well. Not only as someone who worked for decades as a consultant of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor in Liyue, but also as the former Geo-Archon he knew it was better for you to go. It pained him that he could never follow you into the afterlife that was awaiting you, even Zhongli didn't know what awaits you behind the border between life and death. "Then," Zhongli began, standing up and letting go of your cold hand, "let me accompany you."

Xiao:

Continuation for the Xiao one

Xiao refused to go even near the place you died for decades. The day he lost you was still so fresh in his memories, it pained him even more than his karmic debt to think about it. He always told you, when you were still by his side, that when you were in trouble, in danger, to always call his name. You did. You always did and he would be by your side, protecting you from what would’ve harmed you. The only time you refused to call his name in time was the day you died, and all Xiao could do was blame himself. You were visiting at the Inn earlier that day, standing next to him on the balcony talking about something he doesn’t even remember. What he remembers how happy you were, how enthusiastic you talked about it, whatever it was. Somehow though the conversation shifted, and you both ended up fighting – the reason for it was so stupid and it was all his fault. He was just in a bad mood that day and not even your warm presence were able to change it, so he let it out on you. Trying to push you away, again. Xiao cursed himself for how often he did that, how often he would hide how much he loved you, how much he cared for you, behind a mean exterior that only caused you pain. You knew what he was doing and that day, you just had enough. “Stop trying to push me away, Xiao!”, you shouted at him, tears already filling your eyes. You tried to reach for him, but he pulled away. Keeping you at a distance, again. “And you just stop talking, it’s exhausting to hear your voice.” Xiao already hated himself immediately after he said it, but looking back now, knowing what his words caused… it drove him close to madness. “Fine,” you replied, and he could her how much his words hurt you, “then you’ll never hear it again.” With that you left him. He tried to distract himself from the guilt he felt after your fight with his work, slashing through the enemies, spoiling the earth of Liyue with more blood. For nearly a month he didn’t hear you call him, and he was too scared to seek you out. Scared that you wouldn’t want to see him, scared that he ruined it all. When you finally called for him, when he finally heard you say his name – he hoped it was a chance for him to make it up to you. Xiao was not prepared to find your lifeless body, realising that you called his name with your very last breath. It send him into a blind rage, killing the enemies around him that were the cause for your death. When there was nothing left to kill he collapsed next to your corpse, tears spilling from his eyes, chanting your name over and over like a prayer. Asking himself why you hadn’t called him sooner to only remember what he said weeks prior. It was his fault. He couldn’t help it but to blame himself for your death. If he hadn’t said those words, if he hadn’t continuously tried to push you away… you were right. Xiao will never hear your voice again.

He avoided to go even near the place you died. If he hadn’t done that, if he had visited at least once, he would’ve seen your ghost, wandering aimlessly around. At first you were just confused, what had just happened? The last thing you remembered is that you called for Xiao and now? Now you stood in the middle of a forest, no Xiao in sight but also the enemies who cornered you just now were also gone. For how long you wandered around, confused and not sure what had happened you didn’t know. It scared you. You screamed his name, over and over again but you couldn’t hear your own voice. You just couldn’t make a sound.

He didn’t mean to come across that place again. Xiao learned to live with the guilt and grief he felt, just as he had to learn to live with his karmic debt. Still, it hurts more than he likes to admit. So when he stumbled upon the place he lost you all those years ago, he asked himself how he ended up here again. Something was telling him he should come here, but he tried to ignore that voice, that calling. But when he saw your ghostly figure between the trees of the forest, it used to be a plain field when you had died, he froze. Was it really you? “(Y/N)?”, he called out to you. Oh, how long he hadn’t said your name. It felt foreign, but also so familiar at the same time. But you didn’t hear nor see him, you were too lost after years of roaming the fields that grew to a forest – not being able to understand that time passed, that you were dead. Xiao came closer to your ghost and saw how you screamed something, over and over. His name. It was his name. “(Y/N) it’s me, I’m here. Please, I’m here, it’s okay”, his voice was strained and when your face met his – Xiao noticed how you didn’t look at him. You looked right through him, he noticed now how he couldn’t reach you with his words nor his presences. He tried to grab you, but his hand only touched the air. If he could at least hear you call his name. Xiao felt how his tears ran down his face, his heart shattering again in thousand pieces. Why hadn’t he noticed it earlier how you roamed the earth, lost and scared. He saw it in your face. Why didn’t he come here earlier? It pained him to know that you hadn’t found your peace. Xiao went down on his knees, face buried in his hands. The last time he felt so helpless was when he found your dead body, unable to help you. And now? Now it happened again, he had no idea what he could do to help you, to make you see him. From that day on Xiao spend most of his time watching over your ghost, hoping that one day he’ll hear you call out to him again.

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