#I need to watch him in more stuff just for the sole reason that I’m obsessed with his voice

[hyugaruma]

My number one favorite uber-random HiLo character AGHH. I love him.

#nobody asked #I’m saying it anyway #this is my first time really seeing his tattoos #he’s just so cute…and I love his drawl…leave me alone ugh #JOEYYYYYY #I need to watch him in more stuff just for the sole reason that I’m obsessed with his voice

[superstarz9]

So y’all fw some MORE Mr. Puzzles headcanons?

Cause I got some :]

Even though he streams his content, Mr. Puzzles hates streaming over normal television and believes it ruins the momentum. The only thing he appreciates about streaming is the lack of ads. No matter how bad the ratings are, Puzzlevision is an ad-free service!

To add, product placement is a no-go. Any products he might advertise on a show are all Puzzlevision branded, not that he’d advertise much. He’s a smart business man, which I’ll go in-depth with another time.

He’s all about authenticity with his actors an really hates big-time celebrities. Celebrities are snobbish and aren’t easy for Puzzles to handle. He also doesn’t want people to engage with his shows solely because of famous names. The day he hires a celebrity is the day he becomes a sellout, and the idea of selling out terrifies him.

Mr. Puzzles does an extensive background check of every single cast member he recruits. Not just because he’s trying to find the perfect actors, but because he’s trying to find people that wont be missed if they mysteriously disappear for long periods of time. After a cast’s likability begin to dwindle, Puzzles brings them back as if nothing happened. Previous cast members won’t remember their time at Puzzlevision and have a hazy memory for a bit before they adjust to normal. If they watch a show that they’ve been in, they’re so disconnected from the show that they won’t recognize themselves. However, Puzzles is careful to avoid reruns after switching casts.

He absolutely hates reality tv for multiple reasons. It’s the farthest thing from reality, everything is so fake, and the writing is HORRIBLE! If the audience demands it, he’ll make a reality tv show, but it would be one of the few things he wouldn’t mind not hitting 5 stars. The less creative impact he has on the show, the less he cares for it.

He prefers live-action over animation, but highly respects animated shows.

He likes movies but heavily prefers tv since television has always been frowned upon within Hollywood and the entertainment industry (It’s actually interesting to know the beef between movie studios and tv, I recommend checking it out. To put in into perspective, picture the Disney theatre movies vs the straight to video movies: there’s a huge difference and it’s somewhat obvious of the cash-grab tv movies/shows are. The purpose of tv has always been a quick cash grab, actually. Kinda like the first content farm, to an extent). Puzzles wants to prove that television is a respectable media outlet and shouldn’t be frowned upon within the industry.

He is familiar with almost any televised language. The only major issue is that, yes, he needs subtitles to completely understand. However, he can hold a relatively decent conversation in most languages, he’d just need a few refreshers.

Already talked about it last post but he likes to cook and really enjoys cooking/baking shows. Y’know that thing where you’re good at one but not as good at the other cause they’re so different (you cook to your liking vs following a strict recipe for the best dessert outcome)? I feel like Puzzles would be perfect at baking alone but any baking show he does goes to absolute shit. However, he’s not as great at cooking alone (since he can’t taste) but it much better with a sous-chef guiding him.

This was someone else’s hc (I don’t remember who’s, I’m srry), but they brought up that the order of shows Mr. Puzzles makes with the SMG4 crew reflect the shows he watched growing up (the kids-y shows, family disney-type movies, teen stuff like Scooby-doo, and gameshows). I’d like to add that he enjoys making gameshows the most because he can be the main character in every episode, and everyone’s reactions are the most genuine. The only thing I can see Puzzles not liking is the lack of creativity (similar to reality tv). However, it would be pretty fitting for a production company called Puzzlevision to make game shows.

This one’s gonna be a little bit more depressing. No matter how hard he tries or how good he thinks his writing is, Mr. Puzzles cannot write anything original. It’s the curse of seeing every piece of televised media to ever be produced. He tries his best to be original but as the puzzlevision arc continues, he gradually stops trying to be original, which is what ultimately causes him to lose. While Puzzles keeps trying to copy other successful media and failing, it’s the originality the SMG4 crew produce that gets them to 5 stars (and extremely quickly, too). Puzzles fails to realize that the shows he loves and tries to replicate were original, too, and that’s what got them to succeed in the first place. I feel like this success from SMG4’s originality is what sparked Mr. Puzzles’ envy in the first place.

To add to this, Puzzles has been canonically spying and interfering with the SMG4 crew for a while (selling them the showgrounds, the cursed keyboard in the ITS GOTTA BE PERFECT arc, the Western Spaghetti arc), and is almost a direct parallel to SMG4. They both was to succeed and produce original content, striving for perfection. The only major difference is that Mr. Puzzles has been alone for the majority of his life whereas SMG4 has his crew. Despite this, however, SMG4 still snaps and isolates himself similarly to how Puzzles takes complete creative control.

Not having a proper friend/support group is also what causes Puzzles to fail, isolating himself from the rest of the world. Even though we don’t see much of the studio, it’s still pretty run down and barren, implying that Puzzles doesn’t spend much time there, if at all. Puzzles spends most of his time in the shows, directing/acting/ect, and avoiding the real world where he doesn’t have control. When he’s in the real world and bored, he dissociates a lot, planning out his next big projects.

To add, he’s not a big fan of modern technology as a whole, and sticks to older tech (like the older computer model in the teaser between the scooby episode and the gameshow episode and his head being an older computer). Same goes for the studio. I can totally see him walking into the decrepit building with the real estate agent being like “this building hasn’t seen the light of day since 200 b.c,” and Mr. Puzzles ecstatically goes “I’ll TAKE IT!” He’d also do his own renovations and film it for an abandoned house-flipping series, scrapping it later because he sucks at renovating.

He can’t take constructive criticism if his life depended on it. He tries, but all he thinks is “well these people just don’t understand TRUE art in this world!”

He can play shows/movies in the back of his mind whenever, and often does if he’s not on set. Y’know that reddit/tumblr post about the kid who memorized Shrek so much that he could just watch it from memory and his dad would catch him at the 37:14 mark and be like “stop watching shrek and go to bed,”? Yeah, Puzzles is like that. Only difference is that he can’t pause it, only tune it out.

He’ll watch them, but found-family sit-coms depress him. Shows like Friends, It’s Always Sunny in Philly, etc remind him of what his life could’ve been if he could’ve made friends properly.

To add to this, y’know how he projects himself in his shows? What if he did that with shows like Friends, where he’s a part of the cast and laughing along. He’d do it in his sleep and not even realize it’s a dream until the episode ends and he wakes up alone. :,]

On a lighter note, older tvs release a light frequency that gets louder the older it gets. Mr. Puzzles probably hums a frequency without realizing it that people can only hear if they’re close and he isn’t babbling away. Older tvs also kinds adjust(?) where they slightly creek a lil. Mr. Puzzles probably does, to, and it’s the equivalent of him cracking his neck.

He’s also more prone to shock people slightly, depending on how manic he is. If he rubs his gloves together he’s practically a battery.

He has a daily care routine that involves him carefully wiping his screen with windex.

These ones are more show/content based. If these continue to do well I’ll post some more general and maybe relationship hcs :]. If you guys have any suggestions/questions/critiques please let me know!

#mr puzzles #smg4 puzzlevision #headcanons #mr puzzles headcanons #puzzlevision

[miloformula123fan]

hey, I love your writings. Can you please do a Lando x reader, where the reader is lily’s best friend and often hangs out with Alex and Lando with lily. And Lando is constantly flirting but the reader is clueless and one time she says “are you trying to flirt with me?” And he replies “for a year now, thank you for finally noticing!”

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lando norris x female!reader

“Hey Y/N. I love your outfit today.” Lando blushed slightly as he complimented Y/N

“Aww thanks, I got it from Dior, as a gift for some sponsorship I did a while ago.” Y/N smiled as she did a small twirl to show off the outfit.

“Yeah…” Lando awkwardly tried to pass it off as a friendly comment.

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“Hey Y/N, do you want to go for dinner tonight?” Lando looked more hopeful, there was no way she could interpret an invitation to dinner as solely platonic.

“Aww yeah sure, we should go to that new restaurant around the corner. There'll also be some fans there, so we can please the fans!” Y/N grinned as she started rambling about what they could have there.

“Yeah…” Lando awkwardly tried to shuffle away again, once again thwarted by Y/N’s oblivion.

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“Hey Y/N, do you want to come around to my room after?” Lando didn’t entirely mean it in ‘THAT’ way, but there was no way Y/N could interpret an invite to a hotel room as anything but romantic.

“Yeah sure, F1 2020?” Y/N grinned as she looked at Lando, eyes sparkling. The same eyes that were the sole reason that Lando was stuck in this spot now.

“Yeah…” Lando was very tempted to punch something now.

1 month in

“Is she taken? Is this why she isn’t flirting back?” Lando had managed to corner Lily, who had been the one encouraging Lando to begin flirting with Y/N, but now Lando was just annoyed.

“No, definitely not. She would tell me. Not to mention she would be showing me so many photos. Also I was on her phone last week, the closest was some guy called Karl, I quizzed her. It’s her brother’s boyfriend.” Lily attempted to reassure Lando.

“Okay, so why isn’t she flirting back?” Lando was a little pissed at the fact that he’d been flirting with Y/N for a month, and she was still acting like it was entirely platonic.

“Because you have fallen in love with someone who quite frankly, Lando, is the densest person I know, so you’re screwed.” Lily patted Lando between his shoulder blades, trying to reassure him, while remaining brutally honest.

“Thanks Lily.” Lando got up and stretched, ready to try again, and then the race.

“Just keep trying, I’m sure you’ll get it eventually.” Lily reassured before he wandered off again.

“Eventually.” Lando sighed.

3 months in 

“Daniel, how did you get a girlfriend?” Lando shyly approached his ex teammate, and watched as his eyes lit up.

“Ooooh, got your eye set on someone, Lando? Who’s the lucky girl?” Daniel shook Lando’s shoulders, ready to tease the young boy.

When Lando hesitated Daniel seemed to sense that there was something he wanted to say, and paused and his eyes lit up a little less.

“Is it a guy, Lando? You know I won't judge…” Daniel tried to approach the topic, sensitively. He knew he was known as the ‘happy go lucky’ guy, but he knew when his friends needed to talk, he needed to just be there for his friends.

“No, no, no. Definitely a girl. I just-” Lando quickly shut down those rumours, while he wasn’t homophobic, he was definitely straight, despite the way he acted around his teammates.

“Aww has Lando gone all shy?” Daniel immediately resumed the teasing.

“No, the complete opposite. I’ve been blatantly flirting with her for almost 3 months and she has no idea.” Lando sighed.

“Have you come up with the idea that she…just maybe…isn’t into you like that?” Daniel tried to let him down slowly.

“No, Lily asked her and she said she has a crush on me, she’s waiting for me to make the first move. Which I have been doing!” Lando put his head in his hands, knees up to his chest.

“There’s a lot of women around Lando, maybe the densest one isn’t for you.” Daniel was half teasing him, half trying to let him down easily now.

“No, I would've said that 3 months ago. Now that I’ve realised she’s THAT dense. I’m now determined to make her realise that I’m flirting with her.”

“Wait, Lando…are you talking about Y/N?” Daniel’s eyes widened.

“Yeah why?”

Daniel couldn’t help it and started laughing.

“My man, you are going to die a virgin.”

“She’s not that dense is she?” Lando looked slightly panicked.

“She once walked in on her surprise birthday party and asked what the party was for.” Daniel was trying to hold his laughter.

“I’m fucked.” Lando buried his face in his hands.

“Yeah you are, but you’ve got your mates.” Daniel clapped him on the back before wandering ahead again towards his garage.

9 months in

“Lily, you are friends with the densest person I know.” Lando sighed

“Oh I know. I’ve been trying to hint that you’re flirting with her for the past, what? 9 months. Yeah she is a dense motherfucker.” Lily laughed slightly, but stopped at the hopelessness on Lando’s face

“Any suggestions?” Lando looked so defeated.

“No. just keep trying, eventually she’ll get it. Or she won’t and you’ll just have to move on.” Lily comforted him, before he got up and went off to race.

A year in

“Are you trying to flirt with me?” Y/N started laughing at the idea, however she stopped when she saw Lando’s face.

“For a year now, thank you for finally noticing” Lando laughing and throwing his hands up before seeing Y/N’s face.

“A year?” Y/N looked shocked and a little sad.

“...yeah” Lando noticed how all of their friends stepped back and tried to give the 2 space. “You’re a little dense.” he shrugged.

“Oh my god- you were FLIRTING WITH ME?” Y/N looked so shocked.

“...yeah!” Lando looked a little sheepish.

“Oh, my god, Lando I’m so sorry, you should’ve asked me on a date or something, I would’ve said yes and…” Y/N started rambling and wringing her hands as she panicked. ‘A year, how did she not notice’ she thought to herself.

“I did. Or well, I thought I did, but you uhh didn’t realise.” Lando scratched at the back of his neck, looking down at the floor.

“OH LANDO! I’m so sorry, uhhh, if you still want, we can go on a date?” Y/N offered, also kinda sheepish.

“Of course, I would love to.” Lando smiled, before offering his hand to Y/N, and she took it, smiling.

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[prettyboykatsuki]

i’m so curious to kno what the tipping point is for rin and fujoneet reader. like who makes the move that leads them falling into bed together? is it more doujinshii talk? i can see their first sexual encounter be rin eating out fujo reader through her boring gray cotton panties until she pulls on his hair and with tears in her eyes asks him to stop being mean and he just about busts in his pants

fic spoilers sort of kind (?) so ill put it under the cut

they do have a lot of sexual shit happen between them BEFORE anything occurs. like hand and mouth and other stuff. but penetrative sex actually happens when reader attends one of rins games. CLICHE I KNOWWW. but for rin something about her pushing herself so far out of her comfort zone to sit in the main seats and watch from up close just drives him insane. it's really important to note that reader like. doesn't change herself for rin at all when she goes. she's dressed in her same comfy clothes and same everything and he just. loses his mind LMAO

but they have a lot of like sexual stuff occur between!! the first like blatantly sexual encounter happens because reader is trying to explain that she doesn't know how handjobs work even though she likes them as a trope and rin saying he'll teach her. and it devolves into him fingering her cause he hates owing favors (lying through his teeth btw)

RIN ALSO DOES EAT HER PUSSY. but in my head its probably the first sexual counter thats done solely for rins own desire and not with some guise of doing doujin research or helping her. like there's no reason for her to get that other than rin needing to be nose deep in her bush. they're silly

#return to sender #fujoverse

[misc-obeyme]

Hello there! I hope you’re doing well, I was wondering if you could do a few head cannons or a ficlet (whichever you prefer) where the brothers (and/or dateables) find out that MC is multilingual.

I’m mostly thinking in the context that they didn’t know before and suddenly hear MC speaking said language, but you can change that if you prefer of course! Or not do the request entirely if this idea doesn’t strike your fancy.

Have a nice day/night!

Hi, anon!

Okay I wasn't sure if multilingual meant MC speaks two languages or if it's like more than two, so I kinda did a little bit of both. And really I think everything could apply to either option, so hopefully that all still makes sense!

Thank you for the request!

brothers react to hearing GN!MC speaking in a different language

Warnings: none!

Lucifer

When he first hears it, he’s sure he’s just tired. He’s never heard you speak any other language before. Surely his mind is playing tricks on him. Starts thinking he must really need to take a break like everyone is always saying.

If you do it again, then he’ll ask. MC, are you multilingual? Demonstrate all the languages you speak. However many it is, he's impressed. He wants to know the details of how you learned this language. Tell him more about it.

He will ask you to teach him the language so he can speak it with you. Really loves it when he gets fluent and can carry on conversations with you that other people don’t understand. He will say all kinds of things with the sole purpose of making you blush.

Lucifer will find records of music that’s sung in languages you know. Might ask you for a translation of the lyrics, but mostly just wants to share the experience with you. Sit with him in the music room to listen and he won’t be able to stop himself from holding you close, whispering sweet sayings that you've taught him in your ear.

Mammon

Woah! MC! Since when could ya speak more than one language? You’re always surprising him with the things you can do!

He will ask you to teach him all the swear words. Says them to Lucifer under his breath more because it makes you laugh than because he really means it.

Wants to know the circumstances in which you learned this language. Is it your native tongue? Or did you just learn a whole new language for some reason? Either way you had to learn a second language at some point and that sounds like a lot of work. Wouldn’t do it himself but he’s impressed that you could.

Actually picks up parts of the language pretty easily. Depending on how often you use it around him, Mammon will be able to imitate your most used phrases. He’ll say stuff without knowing what it actually means, he’s just repeating you. If you tell him what it means and how to use it, it will just become part of his own speech from that point on. Only says lovey things when the two of you are alone.

Leviathan

The first time he hears you speaking it, he’s confused. What was that? Did you just speak in a different language? Quick, MC! Tell him all the different languages you know!

Instantly wants to hire you to translate any media that’s in a language he can’t speak. Video games, manga, shows, movies, even songs! If you insist on teaching him so he can do it himself, he’ll actually be excited to learn. Teach him everything!

Absolutely will watch movies and shows in any languages you speak with you. He’s gonna need subtitles. He’ll ask you about how accurate the subs are. Makes you go through every single line and complains about any inaccuracies you guys find. Posts your translations in online forums.

Talk to him in your language and he’ll be flustered even if he has no idea what you’re saying. You could be telling him to clean his room, but it sounds so romantic? Now he’s blushing like crazy. Levi actually really likes to hear you speak to him in a different language. If he's learning it for himself, he won't get as flustered if he knows what you're actually saying. Either way, he's going to hesitantly ask you to say it again.

Satan

You’re sitting near each other somewhere when you ask a question out loud in a different language. Without looking up or missing a beat, Satan answers your question in the same language. Several moments pass before the two of you look at each other in surprise. Then you both launch into a conversation in that language about how surprised you are that the other person knows it.

This guy has spent many years learning all kinds of languages and that includes human world ones. His main goal was to be able to read books in their native languages rather than translations. But it turns out he’s just good at it so he speaks pretty fluently too.

Now that he knows this about you, he’s almost always talking to you in a language the others doesn’t understand. Finds it especially entertaining to discuss his prank ideas with you while Lucifer is sitting right there.

Do not think for one second that he’s not going to take this opportunity to recite poetry in that language to you. Blushes the whole time, but does it anyway. Please indulge him, MC. You are the only one who can truly appreciate these romantic lines.

Asmodeus

Did he just hear you speaking in a different language? Oh, MC, you’re so full of surprises! He has no idea what you just said, but he is swooning! Please flirt with him in your language, he’s really going to fall even harder for you now. You could say anything but if you do it in the right tone of voice you will get a dramatic reaction from him.

Teach him how to say “I love you” and things like “hug me” and “kiss me.” Know that once you do, he’ll be saying them to you all the time. Asmo might ask you to teach him some insults, too, just so he can use them on unsuspecting demons who have no idea what he's saying.

Designs some clothes with sayings in your language on them. Won’t tell anyone what they mean - he only knows because you told him. But everybody else is just going to have to wonder about it! This is a secret between the two of you! (Well, and everybody else who speaks that language… but that is not the point.)

Might start learning the rest of the language without you knowing. Gets Satan to help him. Then when you’re alone with him he starts saying a whole speech about how much he loves you. Giggles happily at the look on your face before kissing you.

Beelzebub

The first time he hears you, he thinks he must have heard wrong. Blinks in confusion. What was that you said, MC? He’s not sure he heard you right. Explain to him that you were actually speaking a different language and he’ll be even more surprised.

He wants to know more about it. Where did you learn it and why? Beel asks you about the names of food. He doesn’t want to learn them necessarily he just wants to hear you say them.

If you tend to refer to a specific food in the other language, he will start calling it that too. Just straight up replaces that word in his vocabulary. Might do this for non food related things as well. Pretty much just does that thing where he picks up little words and phrases from you simply because he's absorbed it from being around you so much.

He likes to listen to you speak in a different language, even if he can't understand anything you're saying. Might ask you to say anything just so he can listen to the sound of your voice. You could read a dictionary to him and he would be all about it. Content to just sit quietly and listen.

Belphegor

The only one who doesn't even notice at first. It's not that he doesn't care, it's just that it doesn't even register. For some reason, it seems perfectly normal to him that you speak multiple languages. He considers you to be a smart person, someone on Satan's level, and Satan knows several languages, so why wouldn't you?

After he hears you using that language a few times, he gets curious. He doesn't know what you're saying, but he does realize if you're using the same language, especially in the same context. Always letting out a string of it when you hurt yourself? Maybe you rant in that language when you're frustrated? He recognizes the sound of it.

Now he's going to ask you about it. What language is this, MC? Tell him about it, please. He'll ask you to teach him how to say things like "take a nap with me" and "Lucifer sucks." The first time he says that last one, Satan does a spit take.

Belphie will ask you to sing in your language. He wants to hear some songs that were originally written in it. He's especially interested in lullabies. If you sing him one, he'll fall asleep on your lap pretty quickly. Might get needy and ask you to sing to him every night.

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[mailjeevasfan]

hi! love your work <3 can i request some headcanons about living with matt and mello (together) it can me romantic or platonic, i dont mind either way ! tysm :)

that pic came out so low quality for some reason

thank you so much :’) i tried to do a mix and include a little bit of romance for each but i’d say it’s mainly general/platonic. i reaaaaally self indulged here

-matt and mello x gn! reader

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living with matt and mello hcs ❦

matt

-messy asf. he doesn’t do it on purpose but he’s just so unorganised and has a messy room and just causes chaos wherever he walks. that being said, he does know where everything is which pisses mello off SO MUCH. mello also routinely berates him for his mess

‘matt, what the hell is this on the counter?’

‘umm… the end of a cigarette?’

‘WE HAVE FUCKING ASHTRAYS FOR A REASON.’

-he is probably the one who is at home the most. he doesn’t like going outside, he just sits in and plays video games or watches tv. he only does anything productive if he reaaally has to

-that being said, you have to drag him out sometimes to avoid him getting too depressed from just sitting doing nothing for days. if you can’t motivate him then mello will gladly accept the challenge and come through without fail.

-matt is deeply appreciative of how thoughtful you and mello are, as roommates but also as friends. how well you know him, how easy it is for you to see what he needs when he’s at his lowest. once, (probably when he was drunk) and falling asleep on your chest, he expressed this out loud for the first time and you almost wanted to sob at his words. he comes off as someone who’s always so casual and sometimes maybe even awkward, so hearing this was a shock but a good one.

-if matt isn’t sleeping or sitting on the couch playing video games, he is probably lying on the floor or just doing weird shit. i can imagine mello coming home and just seeing matt doing a handstand against the wall, watching something (5 minute crafts) on his phone on the floor.

-dyes his hair often and changes up his look very frequently, so very often you find yourself following the smell of cigarettes only to the open bathroom door and find matt looking like patrick bateman due to him washing off his hair dye in the sink (cigarette still lit in his mouth, it’s basically a party trick at this point)

-whenever you have to go out he drags you back to bed and holds you as tight as he can with a smirk on his face

-whether you’re a smoker or not, you often light his cigarettes for him and it ends up being a much more intimate gesture than you anticipated. mello tells you to get a room

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mello

-he’s out of the house the most between the three of you but that’s kind of a given. lots of work to do you know being in the mafia and all, that kind of casual stuff…

-idk where i’m going with this or how to even explain it any more, but he always makes a conscious effort to keep alcohol in the house at all times like he is always just coming home with a bottle of something

-has lots of cool rock/metal posters in his room and when he’s not in his usual leather clothes he’s wearing band tees (u and matt steal them frequently and he pretends to be mad)

-honestly i want to say (solely for comedic effect) that he absolutely despises the smell of cigarettes in the house. you’ve never seen desperation like the kind mello exhibits when he begs matt to PLEASE SMOKE OUT OF A WINDOW.

-there is 100% a designated cupboard that is full to the brim with chocolate. all the same brand, flavour, type, whatever. literally everything. it’s all identical.

-when he’s feeling down about messing something up, even if it’s the smallest thing, he gets really really emotional and will immediately go to his room. he probably doesn’t cry often unless it’s angry tears but he doesn’t want even his most trusted people to see him like that. however you always know what to do, you leave him be but then convince him that he should let out his thoughts later, in a kind way of course. matt also helps him to feel better at times but you’re definitely there to bring him his chocolate and give him lots of hugs and kisses. he doesn’t speak too emotionally, but i can imagine a very soft ‘thank you’ after you help him

-blasts metal at 9am. no further comments

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both/all three of you

-matt cuts mello’s hair and mello occasionally dyes matt’s. matt gets so into it he thinks he’s a little hairdresser. they’ve also given each other piercings, they have about a 40% success rate. they’ve offered to give you one but you very politely decline. you always have to supervise in these situations because god knows what is going to happen with these two

-it is extremely common to have mini sleepovers in each others rooms. this is another thing that matt just gets a little TOO into, he wants the full shabam. he’s looking for matching pyjamas, chick flicks on the tv, endless snacks, and pillow fights. by that i mean he just starts relentlessly beating you and mello with a pillow without warning

-matt likes to shake you and mello awake at an ungodly hour and declare that you are going for a drive. he never actually plans anything for these drives, sometimes you don’t actually do anything but you enjoy them nonetheless. however it is extremely hard to get mello out of bed at a time he hasn’t decided on.

-you do the cooking, purely for everybody’s safety. mello likes to think he’s gordon ramsay but he fucks up the most basic things. matt is just a natural hazard with most things

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#death note #mail jeevas #mello #mihael keehl #matt #matt x reader #mail jeevas x reader #mello x reader #mihael keehl x reader #death note x reader #death note headcanons #i had to include redhead matt at some point

[showtoonzfan]

—⚠️SPOILERS FOR THE LEAKED CLONE HIGH EPISODE!!! ⚠️—

Okay time to rant about the Clone high episode but in a way some of y’all aren’t expecting. This is just me but some people are painting the leaked new episode of Clone High to be WAAAY worse than it actually is. Like…good god some of y’all are overreacting, I’ve even seen people compare it to freaking Velma like GOD no. While I personally enjoyed the episode, I can see why people may not like it. A lot of people are bummed about Ghandi, the cancel culture stuff, and maybe the comedy, though for the comedy it’s mostly a hit or miss, but for me it was a hit. As for the Cancel culture stuff, it didn’t piss me off like a lot of people are because I honestly expected this. Clone high has always been known to poke fun at whatever was going on in the world at the time, so like…yeah of course they’d do an episode regarding that, and I personally liked the idea of a fish out of water concept since the clones have been frozen for 20 years. Some people were saying that Abe felt out of character and OOC, but honestly? Abe’s character has always been that he’s a stubborn loser who constantly gets into trouble, so him getting cancelled and fucking up everything he’s saying felt in character for me, it was one of the reasons I liked it so much because everyone felt in character, even if you could argue it wasn’t as good. I will say that Abe saying slurs felt incredibly forced to fit the plot, but he’s still a loser like he was in the original so I can’t be mad about it yet. I certainly wouldn’t call the episode perfect, but I overall enjoyed it.

The only two issues I had was Joan and JFK. These personal issues was more of a nitpick, but I was expecting…I dunno, more out them? Don’t get me wrong, I was a huge shipper of the two and I’m happy they’re together, but at the same time I find it weird that they’re both….okay with being a couple. I was surprised that Joan was 100% on board, I’d predicted that she would act like the night they spent together was a “one time thing” and that she needed to figure things out. The beginning of the episode even hints at the drama, but there was really no drama around the love triangle at all, aside from Abe moping. It just…felt like kind of a let down, but I think that’s just me because I was expecting more or something really big to kick off immediately. Joan as a whole however in this episode felt …..off to me, but I can’t really explain it. She just felt….off, like kinda out of character? I dunno I was expecting her to be against the popular kids since her character in the show was more being on “the good side” of things, like I would think she would go “I don’t need to be popular”- but she wasn’t bad or anything. I was always expecting her to be annoyed by JFK’s entire vulgar personality but she seemed to have no mind. As for JFK himself, I was surprised he wanted Joan to be his girlfriend, since he was known for being the ultimate fuck boy, going from one woman to the next. I had really hoped that their relationship would be more of a slow burn, rather than them getting together immediately in the very first episode, since JFK still has a lot to learn about relationships. The scene they shared outside of the prom to me opened a new door for a good character arc and relationship exploration, it was the scene that made me ship them, because there was so much potential for them to become a really good couple, so now that they just start off immediately being one, it felt VERY underwhelming to me. However, this is still the first episode, so for now I’ll wait to see what the writers do with these two. I could care less about Abe moping because all my homies hate Abe, but not in a bad way per say, to me, he’s enjoyable to watch, but we acknowledge that he’s a loser lol.

Meanwhile, Scudworth is the same, he’s hilarious as always and I get a kick out of watching him, and introducing a female boss who he has fallen in love with solely because she’s trying to kill him is funny to me. I have no idea if she’ll legitimately be a love interest or not, again we’ll have to see, but I will say that these new board of shadowy figures ain’t it. I miss the old iconic guys, particularly the main one with the soothing voice because he was iconic and funny. I guess it makes sense on why Scudworth didn’t unfreeze them since they had planned to kill him and take the clones away, but I do miss them and it kinda is a downgrade. Then there’s Ghandi, who we all miss but for the people demanding that he be brought back and that the show isn’t the same without him, y’all need to chill because I highly doubt this is in the creators control. I’m pretty sure if it was, Ghandi would be in the show, but they were kinda forced to take him out due to the controversy, so despite me missing him, I can see why it had to be done, and I don’t blame the show itself. As for the new clones and characters, I’ll have to get used to them and warm up to them, but I certainly wouldn’t call any of them “bad”. Again, this is merely the first episode, and unlike the majority of people on twitter right now, I want to give the show a chance and see how this all plays out until I say it’s “god awful” or act like it’s the worst thing in the world. I will say this however, to the people complaining about the gore and even the comedy style, do y’all know what show you’re watching? Like…this is Clone HIGH lol, I expected most of this to happen since I saw the original show, so I will be honest and say I don’t 100% know why everyone is so pressed about it. I get that people are maybe bummed about the whole “cancel culture” thing since nobody likes that, so I can see why but like I said, this is what Clone High is known for so I wasn’t taken aback.

With all that said, I’m 100% confident about the show and have high positive hopes for it. To me, the show hasn’t changed at all, the spirit of the original is still there, the characters for the most part still feel the same, and so does the humor. I think it’s way too early (LITERALLY since this got leaked) to say that the show shouldn’t have been rebooted or the show in general isn’t good and will be a lost cause. For now I think we’re off to a pretty okay start, and I’ll have to see more in the future to see where things go before I can say my full opinions on wether I think it’s good or not. Keep in mind these are all MY personal opinions on the show so far. Fill free to disagree with me. We all need to keep in mind that there’s always room for improvement however, because I will admit that I think it’s unfair that a lot of people are already saying the show is going to suck. We have no idea yet and we’ll just have to wait and see. Thank you for reading, and I personally can’t wait to see more Clone High!

#clone high spoilers #clone high leak #clone high #adult cartoons #adult show #cartoons #my respect goes out to the crew #I still feel bad that this got leaked in the first place #my thoughts #joanfk #jfk clone high #Abe Lincoln clone high #joan of arc clone high #ghandi clone high #unrelated

[just-wrting]

The Babysitter (Part 2)

Title: The Babysitter Part 2

Summary: It's your first day with the Hotchner boys and you already know that if you're not careful, you'll be unable to leave.

Word Count: 2368

Master List Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

A/N: It's 3:30 am for me, but I promised I'd get this out. I've been exhausted lately for no good reason so it's gotten pushed back due to wanting to sleep. Here it is in all its glory though! Perhaps I will write something for my other current fixation.

It’s six in the morning and you’re knocking on Aaron’s door. It’s your first day getting to babysit the well behaved Jack. As nervous as you are, you’re also excited. It’ll be a nice change of pace from the Smiths’ kids who were sweet but still rambunctious.

“Good morning. I didn’t think you’d actually be here this early,” Aaron says as he opens the door.

You step into the home. Shoes line the wall as flakes of dirt hang off the soles. A muddy soccer ball rests in the corner surrounded by scuff marks. You can see that the carpet is clean from dirt and mud however.

“Why wouldn’t I be? I said six am.”

He takes your bag from you, filled with a laptop and various things kids need on excursions, and steps back to let you in. His arm brushes against yours as he shuts the door behind you, momentarily trapping you against it. You take a brief moment to study Aaron.

There’s bags under his eyes and you know he doesn’t get much sleep. His eyes are soft and deep and you know that if you look into them too long you could get lost. He’s taller than average and smartly dressed, clearly an important person. Overall he’s very handsome and take note of the fact that you’ll have to tread carefully around him.

“Is Jack still sleeping? Since it’s summer vacation I can let him sleep in I hope,” you ask as you follow Aaron.

“Yes. He has soccer practice at four this afternoon but besides that, he doesn’t have any other commitments.” He sets your bag on the couch. “His room is just down the hall, to the right. The bathroom is on the left. He’s free to go where he wants in the house, just not in my office.”

You nod and take mental notes of things you want to inspect. You may be the nosiest person to ever walk the earth, but at least you’ll save it for later. It’s mainly just pictures you’d like to look at. 

“So I don’t remember you saying what you do for work, Aaron.”

He pauses in front of the couch and rubs his jaw. “I work in the Behavioral Analysis Unit at the FBI. If I’m not at the office, I’ll be out of state. If you ever need something, don’t hesitate to call.”

“Are you headed to work this early? Did you eat breakfast? And by breakfast I mean more than coffee.”

He glances at you before looking away, a telltale sign that he’s most likely only had coffee. You stifle a laugh by turning it into a cough. The cough doesn’t hide your grin however and Aaron raises an eyebrow.

“I’ll make you something. It’s best for me to scope out the kitchen anyway so by making you breakfast I can find out how to make Jack’s food perfect cause some kids are picky.”

Aaron hesitates. You can tell that he wants to go to the office early, it’s probably going to be a bad habit if you let him. There’s a struggle going on in his brain and you get to watch it happen. You’ve only known him for a little over twelve hours, but you’re already worried about him.

“I don’t mind cooking you food as well,” you reassure while giving his arm a gentle squeeze. “You need to be taken care of too. I won’t do Jack any good if you’re not healthy.”

He caves and makes his way to the kitchen. “If you insist, though, you don’t have to.”

“Aaron, the only thing I have to do in life is live it. Making you breakfast can be added to today's list of stuff to do.”

You open the fridge and pull out a carton of eggs. You watch as Aaron pulls a pan out of a cabinet, and try to make note of which one it is. The faster you memorize things, the easier it’ll be. In the case of having to rush, it’s best to know where the essentials are in the house.

“Did you eat breakfast? And by breakfast, more than coffee?” Aaron asks with a slight smile. “Because if you haven’t you can help yourself.”

You chuckle. “I’ll eat when I make Jack breakfast. I’m not in a rush to do anything today.”

Silence falls over the two of you, as Aaron sets up a lot of coffee and you start to cook. It’s nothing fancy, hard boiled eggs on toast, but you’re happy he’s going to eat. It would be nice to have Jack join, but you aren’t sure how often that’ll happen. After all, Aaron seems to be a workaholic.

“How often do you go out of state? Every week? Every other week? Should I try to pack you lunch?”

He shakes his head. “It varies by case and urgency. Sometimes it’s back to back. Other times I’m lucky to mainly be in the office. Not to mention some cases take longer than others.”

You pull open a couple of cabinets before finding the mugs. “Ah. You’ll have to keep me up to date then.”

“I promise I will. And just text if you need me.”

You give him a smile as he puts his dishes in the sink. He’s quick to grab a briefcase and a duffle bag. It’s like he feels like he has to go right at this minute. He’s fast paced. You can understand why, but you hope that you’ll be able to help him slow down a bit for Jack.

“I’ll text you when he gets up, Aaron. Drive safe.”

He flashes you a soft and tired smile before walking out the door. You stare at where he was sitting, trying to commit his mannerisms to memory. Jack adores his dad, so in an effort to be able to be there for Jack, you’d like to know why. Reading kids was easy, reading an adult man was going to be a little bit harder.

—

After Jack has woken up, devoured breakfast, and changed, you aren’t sure what to do. He’s quiet and attentive but clearly likes sports. You opt to sit on the floor with him and a deck of cards.

“Hey Jack. You know how to play go fish right? Wanna play?” you ask, patting the ground next to you. “It’s a good time to ask me anything you want to know.”

“Can we get ice cream later?” Jack asks as he sits across from you. “Dad sometimes buys me ice cream after soccer.”

You deal out the cards. “Sure I don’t know why we couldn’t. Maybe after dinner instead of right after soccer so we don’t ruin our want for dinner.”

He gives a nod. “That sounds good. There’s a place right by the soccer field that has really good ice cream. I really like the chocolate one with sprinkles on top. That’s probably my favorite.”

“Well I really like raspberry swirl ice cream. There was this place that had the best that I’ve ever had. Does your dad help out with soccer?”

The two of you go back and forth. You mainly ask Jack questions, finding out things like his favorite color and best friend. He is content to ramble on about things he wants to do or stuff he’s done. He’s eager to share stories and you pay close attention. It’s adorable how his eyes light up when he talks about his dad.

“You really love your dad, huh Jack.”

“Of course I do! He’s like a superhero and he catches the bad guys to make sure the whole world is safe and he loves me very much.”

You try not to fawn over how cute his answer is. Despite his job requiring him to be away, his son loves him so much. You know that Jack’s positive attitude about his dad is going to be your downfall, but you ignore that feeling.

“I know you didn’t get to see your dad this morning so how about I text him and see if he can video call with us during lunch. That way you can see him.”

Jack nods enthusiastically. “That’s a good idea. I really wish I could see him every day like some of my friends talk about their dads.”

You reach over and ruffle his hair. “It’ll be okay. I’ll try to set up a time to video chat with him every day he’s gone. I promise okay.”

Jack looks at you skeptically. “Do you pinky promise?”

You hold out a pinky. He quickly latches his own with yours and gives it a firm shake. He looks determined, and you’re sure if you spent enough time around his father you’d see the same face.

“I pinky promise, Jack.”

That seems to be all he needs from you. He breaks into a toothy grin and wraps his arms around you. You gently pat his back as he holds you tight and you wonder how often he gets to be held like this.

“Can you promise me something Jack?” you ask and you hear him hum in your ear. “If you ever need a hug, you don’t have to ask me. Just give me a hug when you need one.”

You hear a slight sniffle but when Jack pulls away, he’s not crying. You pause on the floor, waiting to see if he cries, but the waterworks don’t start. He’s definitely hiding some emotions, but you know you’ll get there eventually. After all, Rome wasn’t built in a day.

“Alright, what do you want to do for lunch? I should prep it now.”

Jack bounces to the kitchen, eagerly looking into the fridge. You shoot Aaron a text asking if he can video call on his lunch. His answer is a simple ‘yes’ and you turn up your phone volume so you won’t miss it.

“Can we have grilled cheese? There’s also a bag of chips we can have.”

“That sounds like a good idea. Are you gonna want me to cut yours?”

Jack nods and you hear your phone go off. It’s still a little early for lunch, only about twenty or so minutes, but you can read Aaron’s name on the screen.

“Hey! Can we turn this into a video call?”

Aaron doesn’t respond, instead switching it to a video call. Jack puts his hands on the table as you prop the phone up.

“Since Jack didn’t get to see you this morning, I figured when you got the chance it would be good to see him.”

You watch as Aaron smiles wide. The two boys are happy to be able to talk, and you leave them to it as you make lunch. You hear snippets of course, something about ice cream, but opt to let them be.

Overall, Jack seems happy that he got to see his dad. You slice the sandwich in half and slide the plate towards him. You observe the two of them from the counter. They’re adorable together and you think about how much you would want a family. A kid like Jack would be ideal.

“Well Jack, I have to go back to work. I should be able to meet you and (Y/N) for ice cream later.”

“Okay, Dad. I’ll tell (Y/N) to order you ice cream too. I love you.”

“I love you too, Jack. Good luck at practice.”

—

For a seven year old, Jack is good at soccer. He’s fast, and able to make over half of the goals he shoots. You sit in a lawn chair at the field, slowly sipping on some water. It was still early June, but the heat has started to creep in.

You watch as a few moms chat near the parking lot, laughing amid themselves. Soccer moms could be awful, so you just hope that you won’t have to deal with them. Jack mentioned that his dad would coach sometimes, and you know that the closer you get to Jack, the more soccer stuff you’ll go to.

The kid has already perfected those puppy dog eyes. You’ll struggle to say no to anything that is in your power to do. If that boy asked you to take him to get a giant teddy bear, you would. You’re well aware of things you should and shouldn’t do, but you don’t know how careful you’ll have to be around the Hotchner boys.

As the coach blows the whistle, the kids circle around him. They have their end of practice meeting, if you can call it a meeting, before the kids run off to their parents. Jack runs straight into your arms.

“You did good out there buddy! I’m so proud of you. In fact, how about we go find a place to eat.”

Jack’s eyes light up and he nods. “I want french fries!”

You chuckle. “I’m sure I can arrange that.”

—

By now, it’s almost 7:30. You and Jack sit at a table outside in front of the ice cream parlor. Aaron had texted you saying he was on his way. Despite your reassurance, Jack looks worried.

It doesn’t take much longer before Aaron steps out of his vehicle and Jack runs to him. You step inside the parlor and wait in line. It’s best to let them have their moment. No sense in all three of you waiting in line.

Thankfully the line moves quickly, and you balance three different ice cream cones in your hands. Another customer is kind enough to hold the door open for you as you step back outside. Jack is quick to bounce over to you and take his share of the sweets.

“Thank you.” Aaron’s voice is soft and his eyes are gentle.

“It’s not a big deal. He’s been a great kid today. In fact if I’m not careful, I’ll never be able to say no to him.”

You and Aaron share a look. You can tell he knows the feeling.

“You’re free to go home now, (Y/N). I can’t thank you enough.”

You give his arm a quick squeeze. “You don’t have to. I look forward to seeing the two of you more often.”

Tags: @ash-whimsicalfanfic

#reader insert #criminal minds #aaron hotch #aaron hotch fic #aaron hotch fluff #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotchner #criminal minds aaron hotch

[swndmehelp]

I need more Deacon angst in my life, yes he’s silly BUT I just crave it

Like I never see anything too sad it’s always silly sad, like “yeah man my wife died and now I’m sad”, stuff like that. Like I need him sobbing, crying, dying, watching someone die, getting more trauma, l just need something that’ll tare his life apart all over again. I mean I could do it myself but I want to see other people do it too, I need him to take that silliness away for just a second and just start sobbing his fucking brains out.

He literally wanted to move on with his life after he found the love of his life, settle down and have a family. Move on from the UP Deathclaw’s because he couldn’t handle the fact he killed someone, he openly admits he was scum before he met Barbra. Then he finds out she’s a synth but was willing to look past it even with his past with hating synths snd the UP Deathclaw’s, but then the people in the gang SOMEHOW found out she was a synth and fucking killed her. That was a major even that shaped him into who he is in the game when you finally meet him.

Like come on, he’s a compulsive liar and is very open about it, eventually when you reach highest affinity with him he finally opens up to you, the only moment you really get to hear something about him, the reason he’s the way he is, the reason he tries to be everyone BUT himself, why he’s scared to get close to everyone, even the people he works with in the railroad. He doesn’t even want to get close to the sole survivor because he’s scared but he ends up doing it. He admits that we’re his only friend and it’s so fucking depressing.

So basically, I want to see more Deacon angst because it’s what my hearts loves. I could go on and on about how fucked up Deacon is and I probably will. I think the most angst I’ve seen for him was in a companions react but I also might be ass at finding it so that could also be my problem.

#fallout 4 #rant #fallout deacon #deacon #angst #backstory #literally i need more #more and more and more #feed it to me through a spoon and i’ll be the happiest person in the world

[ae-azile]

Progression Preview - Chapter 28

Apologies for lack of normal formatting to differentiate signing and texting from voiced lines. This is a much longer preview than normal and it would have taken a long time to format. For some reason, those aspects do not copy & paste into Tumblr like they do AO3). But Namphueng is still solely signing here, and Kim mostly chooses to when communicating with her.

Now...onto the preview. Or like 1/5 of the chapter lol.

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“He was your…husband.” 

Porsche’s words are said in a thick, nervous voice, as if he is afraid to tell Namphueng or talk about it. Namphueng supposes it would be strange to inform someone that a man they are just remembering is their husband. 

Especially when she is a lesbian. 

Part of her wants to immediately deny it, tell Porsche that he is ridiculous for thinking such a thing. She has only loved Milan. She still loves Milan with her entire soul. Nothing changes that, even if what Porsche is saying is true. It really does not seem true. She is a lesbian, so it probably isn't. 

But at the same time, it doesn’t feel like a lie either. For one, Porsche looks emotional and sincere, so does Chay. Kim had looked uncomfortable until he went into the kitchen, which is actually what made her believe anything they might say would be true. No one is more affected by uncomfortable truths than Kim is. On top of that, she feels things when she remembers Pat. Not overwhelming love and yearning like she feels for Milan, but she feels…trust. Friendship. Security. Partnership. A love that is genuine and steady, but feels very familial. 

“Are you sure he's not my brother?” 

Porsche and Chay look at each other before looking at her again. 

“No, Ma. He's not. He was your husband.” 

Was. Was. What does that mean? Did they get divorced? That would make sense if her feelings about him then resemble the ones she has now, but it doesn't seem right. Despite knowing within her heart that she is a lesbian, she doesn't feel like it was a divorce. 

Deep down, there is a voice telling her she is right. 

“What happened to him?” Namphueng asks, trying her best to stay calm. She knows they are more nervous talking about stuff with her now. She's not stupid. They are worried she will hurt or kill herself because she tried to do just that. She needs to stay calm, especially for Porsche. She feels a spike of concern as tears well up in his eyes and he takes a sharp breath in. As for Chay, he just watches his brother silently until Chay turns to her. 

“He…He died,” Chay gets out, “I'm really sorry, Ma.” 

Namphueng has no choice but to take that in. Process the news. It makes her very sad. She doesn't cry. She feels like it is something she has known, which is all the more reason all of this is probably true. She doesn't remember much. She remembers Milan referring to him. She remembers having a few…classes with him? She even remembers spending time with him in an…apartment? Maybe a house? It's all blurry. Even his face is blurry. She remembers parted, black hair and glasses. 

And she remembers something else. Something important. 

“I’m sad,” Namphueng signs. Both of the boys nod in agreement. 

“Mm-hmm,” Porsche hums, clearing his throat, “You uh…You probably really loved him.”

Namphueng nods, because that's true. Even if she can't remember very much, she knows that to be true. When she thinks of what she can remember, she feels comfort, trust, and companionship. Pat understood her. He wanted similar things as her, even though she can't exactly remember what all of those things were. 

She remembers he was similar to her. 

“I did,” Namphueng signs, “I think…I think he was one of my closest friends. He understood me and he cared about me a lot. I understood and cared for him too. I don't remember his name, but Pat’s boyfriend was also a close friend of mine. He died too. Pat was very, very sad-” 

“Boyfriend?” Porsche says, waving his hands to cut in, “Pa- Pat didn't have a boyfriend.” 

Namphueng tilts her head, then remembers earlier on, going out with Pat, his boyfriend, and Milan. She thinks it was right after she started school? 

She remembers going to school. She lived in a dorm. When Pat’s boyfriend died, she got an apartment with Pat, but she doesn't…she doesn't remember Milan there, not much. She remembers Milan and Pat getting along the times she did come over, but it wasn't as frequent after…

Ugh.

Namphueng thinks Milan dated someone else too, because she remembers her bringing a man over. Gun. Milan married Gun. Milan had two sons with Gun. Why did Milan do that? 

Bitch. 

No, not a bitch. She doesn't even know why she thought that. From the dreams and random memories she has had, Namphueng thinks she is the one who broke things off, not Milan. So maybe SHE’S the bitch. She did marry Pat, but she doesn't think she and Pat lied to each other. She KNOWS that man is gay. 

Was gay. 

She feels like she told him she was a lesbian too. The thought that she kept it from him doesn't feel accurate at all-” 

“Ma! He wasn't gay!”

Why does Porsche care? 

“He was,” Namphueng signs, “I can NOT see myself marrying a man who is straight or even interested in women. I also remember him being gay. Don't be homophobic, thanks.” 

“I'm not homophobic!” Porsche snaps, jumping to his feet, “I'm with Kinn! But it makes no sense for the two of you to have gotten MARRIED when both of you were supposedly gay!” 

“Hia,” Chay prompts hoarsely, but Porsche isn't finished. 

“It doesn't make sense, Ma! It just doesn't! You loved each other!” 

“...Yes. We did,” Namphueng signs in a placating way, even though she doesn't know why Porsche is THIS upset, “I cared about him deeply. He was one of my closest friends. I think…I think his family didn't accept him? Maybe that's why we got married? I don't know. I don't remember. But I am very sad that he is dead and I would like to visit his grave or urn sometime soon so I can talk with him. Maybe not yet. I'm sad. But soon.” 

“Ma! You…You don't…You can't-” 

Porsche cuts himself off and begins to pace, all while Namphueng sits there patiently. She doesn't really want to sit there patiently. This isn’t even Porsche’s business. She doesn't know why he knows about Pat in the first place, or why he's upset Pat had been gay. But something in the back of her head is telling her to be compassionate, to be kind and gentle with him. It's saying this is hard on him.

Of course it is hard on him to find out like this. 

Why did she think that? What does that even mean? 

To take her mind off of it, she ignores Porsche’s pacing and turns to Chay. 

“Thank you for telling me about Pat. While I am very upset to hear about his passing, I won't do anything stupid. I promise. I'm sorry that you and Porsche are affected by this conversation. I will try not to bring him up around you-” 

“It's not that, Ma,” Chay says hoarsely, then looks at Porsche, “But uh…Maybe we should move on for now. For Hia’s sake.” 

Porsche’s pacing gradually comes to a halt as he seems to gear himself up to be confrontational or say something daring. But he doesn't. Instead, his shoulders slouch and he sits back down again. 

“Sorry about upsetting you,” Namphueng signs, and she means that, “We can move on.” 

Both of the boys stare at her before Porsche looks around.

“Where did Kim go?” 

Chay lets out a sigh, “He wanted to give us privacy so he is making lunch to take to the studio for everyone tomorrow.” 

“Maybe uh…” Porsche starts, “Maybe he should be in here? Kinn and Tankhun too-”

“No,” Namphueng signs, then holds up her hands, “I understand it's important for them to know, but I don't want to upset them right now. I shouldn't have said it in front of Kim. He lives with me and I thought it was important to tell him my theory. I wasn't thinking about Milan being his aunt. It's too late to take back, so I suppose he can listen to what I have to say and make a judgment call on if his brothers should know or not-” 

“Kim!” Porsche calls out. Within seconds, Kim comes out of the kitchen. He was probably listening in. That's fair. She did bring up her strong suspicion that his father is keeping his aunt locked away in likely  one of the many secret rooms in the compound. And it isn't much of a suspicion. It's a fact. 

As Kim quietly comes into the room and sits in the chair diagonal from Chay, she wants to tell Porsche to move so Kim can sit with Chay. Kim might need comfort from his boyfriend. 

But Porsche still seems to be the most overwhelmed, more so than the rest of them, and Namphueng knows they are all overwhelmed and upset. So Porsche is somehow feeling even worse. 

“I don't know whether we should tell your brothers, but I think Milan is still alive,” Namphueng signs, meeting Kim’s eyes, “I know you must think I sound crazy. That this is a coping skill to convince myself of this. But it's not. I remember her with me in a couple of the rooms. Korn moved us around.” 

Kim stares at her silently, opens his mouth to speak, then takes a shaky breath in and signs instead.

“What exactly do you remember of her?” 

Namphueng thinks hard. She remembers being in some…trance. She would have moments of something resembling lucidity, enough awareness to get restless and upset. Sometimes that meant trying to get Milan to focus on her, other times that meant trying to leave the room and wander. When she thinks even harder, she remembers Milan having those same moments. Rarely did they ever reach those moments at the same time, the only times they did were with the nurses. 

If Namphueng attacked them, Milan would always join in. If Milan initiated the aggression, Namphueng would do the same. Those moments all but stopped as the pill colors and sizes changed. That made it so they couldn't do much more than tend to their own basic needs when prompted, work on their preferred hobbies, and occasionally be just aware enough to take comfort in each other’s company, even though no words were exchanged between them. They were capable, but docile. They could barely think for themselves.

“I remember her first being brought in,” Namphueng signs, “I was painting. I think…I had a stronger sedative the day before. I was still out of sorts, but she seemed familiar. When she saw me, she ran for me and fell to her knees. Korn brought her to my room to punish her for something. I don't know what. But she kept saying she knew something hadn’t been right, that it didn't make sense she was never allowed to see…to see…” 

Namphueng trails off, because Namphueng being dead doesn't make sense, nor does the word “bodies”. Maybe when Pat died, Milan had been told Namphueng died too?

“My body,” Namphueng finishes, “Korn must have told her I was dead, then wouldn't show her my body. I don't know why he would do that. He is evil.” 

As Namphueng looks at Kim apologetically, she sees that he isn't offended. If anything, he is lost in thought until he meets her eyes. 

“Do you remember anything else?” 

Namphueng nods, “I have been remembering more and more recently. I have been meditating and putting on dream and memory recollection videos on my television while I sleep. I think they help.” 

Chay lets out a sigh, “Are you…Are you sure you aren’t…dreaming everything? Or remembering wrong?” 

“I remember,” Namphueng signs. She expected this, “I remember her being in the room with me. I remember when the medicine wasn't as…bad. It was still bad, but we interacted more. She would make me jewelry. That's what she did while I drew and painted. She made hand embroidered jewelry. Sometimes with thread, other times with tiny beads. She worked really hard at it. I remember her almost always giving the final results to me. They were beautiful. I don't remember her doing that when we were younger, but she was very good at it.” 

Kim stares at her, his expression unreadable. Namphueng holds his gaze patiently until he digests the information and is ready to respond.

“I am worried about you being wrong and you trying to hurt yourself again.” 

Namphueng nods, “I scared you and upset you that night. Of course you are. I will…Try my best not to if that's the case. I will remind myself that I have friends. People who care about me. I have Fern, Vegas, Macau, Pete, and Paris too. Milan’s family.” 

Kim nods, “You do. You have them too. But I don't think they should know about this. Not yet.” 

“...Okay,” Namphueng signs, pursing her lips, “So we need to find proof and then-” 

“We need to find her. Not just proof,” Kim says, “Proof of her once being here will trigger them to do something drastic. They are too close to the matter. So are we, but we have been around Pa. We know how he is and need to investigate subtly but thoroughly-”

“Kim, you can't be encouraging this!” Porsche says, “This could end up really hurting her!” 

Kim turns and meets Porsche’s gaze, “Do you think she will just drop it if we tell her to? Forget that she came to this conclusion?” 

“I won't!” Namphueng signs sternly.

“She needs answers,” Kim says, “Even if they end up being upsetting answers, she still needs them. But we also need to remember to search for them…gradually. Go about this in a way that doesn't raise Pa’s suspicions. Maybe Khun and Arm can…I don't know, make him feel obligated when Arm’s sisters and nieces move in. Remind Pa how serious their relationship is and that Khun considers them his family. Convince Pa to go on day trips with them-”

“Oh, I'm sure they will all love THAT,” Porsche scoffs before muttering under his breath. Something about how his favorite couple isn't a decoy. Namphueng agrees. They aren't decoys. But surely Khun will want answers too. 

“I think we should hold off on telling Kinn and Khun about this,” Kim tells them, “For now. It is…It's stressful to hear. Khun might automatically believe it's true and respond impulsively. Kinn may try to deny it's a possibility because he will be too defensive and upset over the thought of Pa doing something like that. Again.” 

With that, Kim stands up and looks down at Namphueng, “It might take a while to investigate all of this. On top of that, we need to go about our daily lives as normal so we don't raise suspicions. I don't believe even Chan knew about you. I know for a fact Arm didn't, and he wouldn't know about Auntie Milan either. So there are likely security measures Pa put in place himself when it came to you. And if my aunt is hidden away, it's likely the same for her. I wouldn't be surprised if he strengthened them after making your presence known.” 

Chay looks up at his boyfriend at that point, “Kim-” 

“I accept,” Namphueng signs, standing up to give Kim a hug before pulling away, “Thank you for listening to me. I didn't want to upset anyone with this, but I thought keeping it to myself wasn't helping either.” 

With that, Namphueng turns to Porsche and Chay. 

“I am sorry if I upset you tonight by bringing up Pat. I am not sure why you are upset when he was my husband and close friend, but if you knew him and that brought up bad memories, I apologize.” 

And she truly means that. She does. But the boys seem too overwhelmed to really do anything but nod and say it's fine. It makes her feel more certain that - when she's ready - she will ask for more details, maybe for some pictures of him too. She may not have loved him romantically, but he was one of her closest friends and she clearly loved him enough to marry him.

So if she finds out he died in a way that needs to be avenged, she will try her best to be the one who carries that out. 

—-----------------

Chay knows he needs to talk with Hia privately. But going by Hia’s dazed walk as he leaves the suite, Chay figures it would best be had tomorrow. As for tonight, Chay will keep his communication with his brother simple. 

Chay: ❤️❤️❤️ I love you, Hia. Try to get some rest. Can we have dinner after I get back tomorrow? I should have some time in between then and my shift at Yok’s. 

It takes several minutes, but Hia responds. 

Hia: You're still working at Yok’s? Why? 

Chay: Why wouldn't I? 

Hia: You're heavily featured on an album of one of the biggest musical artists in the country. 

Chay: And? I enjoy working at Yok’s too. I’ll quit after I start school. If I get in. 

Hia: You’ll get in. ❤️ Are you okay? 

Chay: I don't know. I guess, but I'm worried. How are you? 

It takes His several minutes to respond to that too. 

Hia: I'm okay. Get some rest. I love you. 

Chay: Love you too. 

Chay hears a whine beside him and looks down to see Koda sitting by his feet. He gets on his hind legs and balances them on Chay’s lap. Chay cups his dog’s face and briefly presses his forehead against his. 

“You want to go for another walk while your papa finishes up cooking and avoiding the world?” 

Once Koda hears his favorite word, he's by the door, wiggling his tail in excitement. Chay can't help but give the best boy in the entire world a big smile despite everything he just heard. 

The walk is mostly uneventful. He takes Koda outside through one of the back exits and walks him around the large block the building takes up. It isn't as exciting as a walk at one of the parks, or one of the longer walks he and Kim will take him on that leads them to exploring other areas of the neighborhood, but it's more interesting to Koda than a walk inside the compound. Koda treats those walks pretty neutrally, although he keeps showing a lot of interest in the pool. But he hasn't completely healed from his surgery, so Chay isn't even trying it. Until then, Koda only gets excited to see some of the staff and guards, all while being cordial and passive with Korn. Probably for the best. 

Koda does like Sand though. A lot. Not as much as he likes Kim, Ma, Hia, Khun, and Phoenix, but Kinn and Sand are likely on par. Although, Sand gives him more affection when he sees Koda, and Kinn awkwardly pats him and takes him on obligatory walks. 

“You're still on compound duty despite becoming Korn’s guard?” Chay asks as soon at Sand squats down to ruffle Koda’s fur. 

“Only a couple of nights a week,” Sand says, keeping most of his attention on Koda, “Korn is pretty low maintenance, at least so far.” 

“I doubt it will stay that way,” Chay mutters, then takes a breath, “He…Sand, he was okay with getting his long-term head guard killed. You need to be careful around him.” 

“Hm.” 

“I'm serious,” Chay reiterates, “You can't trust him. You told me before you don't trust him-” 

“How is your night?” Sand says, cutting Chay off, “That's how one usually starts a conversation.” 

Chay stares at him for a moment, then clears his throat, “It's…okay. How is yours?” 

“Slow. Boring-” 

“Good,” Chay says, getting back on track, “Considering you are Korn’s guard now-” 

“He picked a few guards. I happened to be one of them,” Sand says, “I didn't question it because he's older, Kinn is mainly in charge, and I was given a raise regardless the lack of missions Korn will likely be leading. Why do you care?”

“Because I care about you,” Chay says. Even though he has never felt anything truly romantic for Sand, he is still fond of him and considers him a friend to some degree - moreso than any of the other people he hooked up with. If he hadn't been in the headspace he had been in, he could see himself maybe being open to seeing where things might have led back then. But the sentiment - while true - still must come of as strange to Sand since he gives him a look. 

“Uh huh.” 

“I do,” Chay says gently, “You've been a friend to me. You always agreed to pair up with me for training and I hang out with you more than any other guard-”

“Not recently.” 

…That's true. 

“I'm sorry,” Chay says, “It…It’s been a few weeks since we have worked out and trained together. It's just been busy. I'm helping Kim with his album. And…We’re together now. You know that.” 

Sand shrugs, “I am aware.” 

Great. Chay thought Sand had been fine with it, unlike Vice and Mars, who still send him glares every once in a while. 

“Are you pissed off at me over falling for and getting with Kim?”

Sand stays quiet for a moment, then shrugs, “No. Not really. I hope it's going well.” 

Chay stares at Sand for a moment, “It is. It's going great. But…if you are comparing what the two of us did to what I have with Kim now and feel hurt by it, then I am sorry. I didn't…I wasn't going about anything right, and I upset a lot of people I should have treated with more kindness, care, and respect.” 

“Your fuck buddies and random hook-ups? Kindness, care, and respect usually don't get associated with those kinds of arrangements.” 

Chay winces at that, but moves past it, “You’re right, but…That wasn't who I wanted to be. I was going through a rough time and I was angry. I let everything I was doing spiral out of control and I regret sleeping with a lot of the people I did, but there are a few that were…I don't know. I am glad you still stayed my friend and didn't push for more or push me away once I decided to stop being the person I became. I don't regret what what we did together in the past, and I would like to be friends with you if you actually aren't mad.” 

Chay feels himself shift nervously on his feet at Sand studies him curiously. Then, he gives Koda one last pat before standing up to full height. 

“Then as your friend, I would advise you to not ask me questions about Korn.” 

Chay squints at him, “I'm asking because I am concerned. He's not a good person. You know what he did to my ma and how he has treated Kim and Khun and-” 

“Stop,” Sand says briskly, then stares straight ahead, “I need you to stop. You are one of the people he specifically noted in regards to who to keep our eyes on-” 

“He told you to spy on me?” 

“No,” Sand says, “He just said to note if we see anything suspicious coming from you. That you harbor…resentment that stems from grief and paranoia-”

“It doesn't stem from paranoia if he killed my pa and imprisoned my mother!” Chay hisses. It causes Sand’s unreadable and neutral expression to finally crack and it becomes an empathetic one instead.

“I’m telling you what he said to make sure you're careful around him, despite what punishment that may bring me if Korn found out. So do me a favor by being careful around him and stop bringing him up to me unless you absolutely have to.” 

The conversation quickly becomes one sided after that. All Chay can do is begrudgingly mumble a goodnight before walking his dog the rest of the way around the block and leading him back inside. By the time he gets back to his suite and unhooks Koda from the leash so he can go to the kitchen and get some water, he finds Kim walking out of the room in question before sitting on the couch. 

“How are you doing?” Kim asks, then lets out a sigh, “I should have asked you before. I should have stayed. It's just…she said what she did about my aunt and I needed time to think-” 

“I get it,” Chay interrupts, “And I’m…stressed and worried. Mainly about Ma. I'm worried about this being a way for her to cope, something that gives her hope and drive until her theory is proven otherwise. She says it isn't and that she won't do anything drastic if she ends up being wrong, but she is so convinced she is right that it might not be the case if things end up going that way.” 

Kim nods thoughtfully, “I'm worried about that too.” 

Chay figured, but before he can sit down and talk it out with him, Kim continues. 

“But despite that and logic telling me…telling me that her theory likely isn't true…part of me believes her.” 

Chay sharply breathes in and feels his heart ache at that, “Kim-"

“It might be wishful thinking, but one thing she said is really bothering me,” Kim says, his gaze distant, “You ma said that her hobby was drawing and painting, while Auntie Milan’s was making and embroidering jewelry. Auntie Milan did do that. It was a hobby of hers.” 

At that point, Kim’s gaze comes back into focus as he meets Chay’s eyes. 

“But she didn't start doing that until after Khun was rescued. She used to sit with him a lot in the infirmary where he was kept sedated. She picked it up for something to do. She had a beginner’s book and everything. So how would your ma even know about it unless she witnessed it herself? And how would she witness it when she had been declared dead and held captive several years before Auntie Milan even picked up the hobby?” 

There is no alternative explanation Chay can give. He doesn't have one. As for Kim, he doesn't seem to have one either. 

#progression 28 #progression 28 preview #progression preview #kimchay fic #chay and koda #past chayomc #progression spoilers #this is the longest preview yet #you don't get the first scene though #sorry! #Namphueng #Vegas's mother #NamphuengOFC

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Whatever the Fuck Benrey Is: Chapter Eighteen: Terrible Person

Chapter One

Previous Chapter

~

Gordon was a terrible person. His plan to gently convince everyone to not do this trip because he didn’t want to go back died upon Benrey suggesting he might walk. If he did that Gordon’s chances of seeing any part of his records were much lower. He wanted to see them so bad, he was willing to make a trip back to the the place he’d had the worst experience of his life in just for the chance to. But then Benrey, normally the least anxious person Gordon had ever known, had been openly anxious and admitted to being so over his safety. How and when had he grown to care about Gordon that much?

Normally that revelation would’ve been heart-warming but not when Gordon had been actively planning on being nosy. He could tell himself all he wanted that he was only going to peek or to skim but… he’d wanted to read and watch all of whatever there was on file for Benrey. And even now, after that delusion had been knocked from him by realizing the enormity of the betrayal, he still kind of wanted to do it. If given the chance, he might not be able to resist the temptation.

And now he had to sit in the middle backseat and try to pretend like he’d agreed to this trip solely to help out his pal Benrey. That was part of it of course; walking would’ve taken a long time and not been fun, Gordon didn’t want him to go through that if he didn’t have to. But he could’ve declined going and let the others take Benrey. Of course then he’d have also been left home alone for way longer than he was comfortable committing to yet. But he was only realizing that now. He was going because he wanted a chance to peek at Benrey’s records.

Just like he had when coming across Dr. Coomer’s clone’s records or would if he ever happened upon Bubby’s. With Benrey he felt worse about it though. Not that he didn’t feel bad about the others, they were his friends but Benrey was… also his friend of course. ‘Special’ was maybe the best way to put it. He was particularly special to Gordon due to how much he depended on him for comfort and company. Gordon’s newfound pathetic neediness made him cling to Benrey. And yet, despite that, he’d been planning on betraying his trust and privacy and if given a chance, would still be tempted to because he just wanted to know more so bad. That drive was the same one that had brought him to Black Mesa in the first place, before he’d become somewhat disillusioned by the mundanitiesof living in a research facility and always working under other people, never doing his own things. It had come back stronger though, perhaps as a desperate distraction from worse thoughts.

As fucked up as the situation was, he hadn’t even had much trouble falling asleep last night. Benrey was just that soothing and comforting. Which only made Gordon wanting to snoop on his private stuff worse. … Hopefully he wouldn’t get a chance to.

Taking a deep breath to try to banish such thoughts, he shifted, leaning his shoulder a bit more into Benrey’s so he could better see the Game Boy in his hands. The angle wasn’t great, making it hard to see, but Benrey moved it a little, tilting it towards him. He was playing Pokemon Sapphire, just booting it up for some reason.

“I’m shiny hunting so, uh… probably not fun to watch,” he said but kept holding it where Gordon could see anyway.

“Why? Aren’t shinies like super rare?” Gordon liked Pokemon well enough but going to so much trouble just seemed a waste of time.

“I want a shiny Kyogre to go with my shiny Groudon.”

“Wow, okay. You shiny hunt for that one too or just get super lucky?”

“Uh… I got sorta lucky. That one only took a few days. I’ve been trying for this one for like a week now. You sleep a lot though so I got a lot of time to play. I’m gonna get all the legendaries as shinies.”

Gosh, Gordon needing him to sleep and recover from bad dreams really took a lot of his time, huh? What had he ever done to deserve that? Yeah, Benrey enjoyed the cuddling too but… even on the nights when he got tired of it and extracted himself, he stuck around the room all night anyway just in case Gordon needed him again. Why didn’t he leave and let Gordon deal with his own problems occasionally? If they weren’t in the backseat of a car with the rest of the Science Team, Gordon would’ve been tempted to ask because he didn’t deserve that.

As it was though, he settled in to watch Benrey shiny hunt. Which was quickly growing boring, indeed. Naturally he’d saved right in front Kyogre, allowing him to start the encounter and then immediately turn the Game Boy off and back on as soon as it showed up as not shiny. Over and over and over again. They’d already been in the car for more than a hour now too and if he’d changed games in that time, Gordon hadn’t noticed.

“Do you… enjoy this?” If this was what he did when Gordon slept, it was time to get him some more Game Boy Advanced games or tell him to just let Gordon suffer while he fucked off elsewhere.

“Eh, it’s kinda boring, not too bad though. I get cool stuff out of it so it’s worth it. Gonna have an all shiny team of legendaries eventually, it’ll be cool. Maybe I’ll take it to a tournament. I’ve heard that those are like a thing. I could uh… go to one now, right?” He turned his head to look at Gordon for a second before turning it back to the game

“Sure, if there are ever any nearby, I’ll drive you.” If he wanted to go to a competitive Pokemon thing, he’d more than earned a ride to one for all the shit he put up with for Gordon’s sake.

“Awesome. But uh… want me to switch to something more fun to watch?”

Yes but… “Only if you want to.”

“Hmm… I’ve been learning the speedrun for Minish Cap so I’ll show you that. It’s pretty cool.”

“All right, sure.” And so instead of confronting the part of him that was a terrible person for wanting to betray Benrey’s trust and privacy, Gordon would continue to distract himself by watching him play video games instead. Damn, he really needed to sort his shit out. … Later though, he’d do it later.

~

The Black Mesa living area was much the same as it had been before but now it was shrouded in darkness. The generators had reportedly breathed their last a week and a half ago. All of Black Mesa’s fancy high-tech solar panels – special made to be particularly efficient – had of course all been atop the outside parts of the facility and thus subject to the army’s bombings. The elevator only still functioned because of the mini-generator one of the prior salvage teams had brought out to hook up to it.

“I hate this,” Gordon said as he shined his flashlight around the space. The opening room had never felt like much before but the darkness changed that. Five flashlights helped but where their beams didn’t reach, almost anything could be hiding.

“It’s dark.” Benrey was also shining his flashlight around, seemingly randomly, not looking towards where he was pointing it. Weird but it was Benrey so actually pretty normal.

“Be careful Gordon,” Dr. Coomer said as he stepped into Gordon’s line of sight, “sometimes things hide in the darkness. Try not to let your flashlight run out of power.” He then turned and started walking further in. “No time to waste being afraid though. It’s time to start a new adventure.”

“Wait, what? What kind of things? Dangerous things?”

“Things, Gordon, things,” Bubby answered as if that answered the question as he followed.

“I don’t think we wanna know,” Tommy added, also following.

Before Gordon could insist on an answer, Benrey stepped up to him, lightly bumping him with his shoulder. “Middle of the group.” He spoke low so only Gordon could hear.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Gordon got moving, pulling the salvage cart behind him. Its handle was just big enough for his gun hand to fit through, meaning him taking charge of it meant no one else had to sacrifice a free hand for it. “You know what kind of things Dr. Coomer was talking about though? Like… an experiment gone wrong, resulting in things that hide in the dark or something.” That was stupid, right? It was just Dr. Coomer being weird again, giving tips that sounded oddly like video game tutorials. There were no things in the dark and the batteries – more Black Mesa tech – were supposed to be able to stay on for a full week before burning out and they had a box of spares just in case.

“No clue.”

“Great, awesome. It’s fine though, we’re fine, everything’s fine.”

“You don’t sound too sure of that,” Bubby said, glancing back with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m trying to convince myself, okay? Because Dr. Coomer just had to say something straight out of a damn horror game when we’re in a dark underground facility that’s almost certainly still got dead stuff in it.” They were to burn anything dead they came across, especially if it was alien. Not that it’d be easy to tell at this point. Hopefully they wouldn’t come across anything.

“If there are things, I’ll uh… kill them.” A glance back revealed that Benrey had taken up the rear, just behind the salvage wagon. He walked backwards, shining his light around behind them. Odd but at least nothing would sneak up on them. “Or try to ‘cause… don’t got a gun so it’d be kinda hard to kill anything that shows up.”

“You don’t need a gun to be dangerous… do you?” Now that Gordon thought about it though, all the violence he’d committed before Xen had been with a gun. Heck, even on Xen he’d mostly been attacking with a gun, hadn’t he? The one that shot balls of energy that were seemingly hard to aim based off how often he’d missed. His skeletons hadn’t been armed but their cocooning hadn’t done damage or even hurt, just held people in place for a brief time.

“Uh… I could make claws, I guess. Hard to hold things with claws though. I do got sharp teeth so I can bite things real good.” Damn, unarmed, he was only slightly more dangerous than the average person. Maybe a bit more than slightly given that something that couldn’t be hurt or blocked by solid objects could easily win a fight solely through attrition, but still not exactly an offensive powerhouse.

So offense wasn’t his strong suit, defense though, he could probably do well if he tried. So between him and Dr. Coomer who was dangerous without a gun, Gordon would probably be fine even if things did show up out of the darkness. Didn’t mean this would be a fun trip but he’d known that going in. … Even if his reason for going in wasn’t good. But now that he was here and already not happy about it, making it worth it would be nice.

Benrey hadn’t explicitly said he didn’t want Gordon or anyone else looking at his records. So probably peeking, if he got a chance, wouldn’t hurt too much. How he was going to do that, was still up in the air as there was no way he could get away with doing it openly. One thing at a time though, once they got there, he’d start looking for opportunities.

~

If the others were at all unnerved by the darkness, they made no indication of it. Like their first trip through the facility together, their group was various degrees of spread out as Dr. Coomer and Bubby seemed to want go faster than the rest of them were. Resulting in ‘the middle of the group’ being a somewhat nebulous position. Benrey stayed at the back though, seemingly keeping watch for anything that might try to sneak up on them.

They all chatted idly as they went along, the conversation much looser now that they all knew each other better and weren’t in a tense situation. Gordon participated in that chatter at first but… the longer they walked, the more the weight of the facility seemed to press down on him. They all had backpacks with supplies and sleeping bags and it was dark so almost everything about this hike was different from their first journey so it shouldn’t be much of an issue but well… it was still the same facility. The look of the halls they traveled was much the same and the way their voices echoed, though not interspersed with the same kinds sounds as before was otherwise the same.

Not thinking about said first journey was always a good idea, but here it was a bit harder to. Even desperately trying to cling to the others’ conversation didn’t help as much as it normally would’ve. They’d all chatted as they walked during that journey, including when they’d lead him to the ambush when he’d lost his hand. … When they’d all left him to die.

Or maybe not left him but they certainly hadn’t fought for him or cared he’d lost a hand. Why would they have though? He was weak, fragile, and easy to kill while they were all various kinds of not that. Even Tommy, seemingly the most normal one among them, his father was that time stopping guy, meaning he probably also had powers too and likely wasn’t human. It’d be cool to know more but also… it was a reason for him to have not particularly cared when Gordon got hurt. And reason to potentially not be too terribly bothered by his safety now.

Had that changed with any of them? For Benrey it had, he’d confessed to it. The rest of them though… who could say?

What if they were leading him into another ambush for his other hand to be cut off? … For what purpose? … What purpose had the first one been for?

Outside their chatter, it was awfully quiet. No power meant no air conditioning, humming lights, or distant sounds of machines. Gordon strained his ears, trying to detect anything. Military boots, the crackle of a Xen portal opening to drop an alien on them, the shuffling and moaning of a headcrab zombie, anything that said they weren’t alone done here. Something had to be just around the corner or just out of their flashlight’s radius. Because there was always something around the corner, the darkness would only make it harder to see before it jumped them.

Surely an ambush was inevitable. Maybe not for just Gordon this time but all of them. If so, they wouldn’t bother to help him. Why would they? Someone as weak and pathetic as him wasn’t worth the effort. … He should’ve found a way to power the HEV suit and bring it after all. They had lots of stuff at the temporary lab, some of it undoubtedly HEV suit related.

So even after getting out of this hellhole he’d returned and thus still might die down here. Entirely his own fault this time too, he’d chosen this for stupid evil reasons and hadn’t brought the one thing that might’ve kept him alive. No wonder Benrey was anxious for him, he was an idiot who was basically doomed to die because of his own dumb decisions.

They were going to cut his other hand off and dump him somewhere to bleed out because he didn’t have the HEV suit’s medical systems to help him survive it. But hey, without the HEV suit, there wouldn’t be the awkward fumbling to get the gauntlet off while he was held down and sat on, making it hard to breath while he screamed and struggled while the people he thought were his friends watched. The saw would still hurt though; searing pain before it bit into bone, catching and scraping and grinding.

His arm hurt. The rest of him was numb. He wanted to scream. He couldn’t… not out loud. Only in his head. They were going to cut off his hand. He was going to die down here. It hurt. He still couldn’t scream.

***

Gordon had stopped participating in any of the conversation. When he’d stopped was hard to say for sure. Too focused on petting down his own anxieties, Benrey hadn’t been paying much attention. But now that it was becoming more and more clear that there weren’t any aliens left ready to jump out and kill the only member of their party who could die so easily, Gordon’s silence was glaring. He should’ve been just as chatty as the others.

Benrey sidestepped around the cart and sped up – turning around too as being right behind the cart was what had allowed him to know he wasn’t going run into anything while walking backwards – until was right next to Gordon. “Yo.”

No response. Gordon kept staring ahead, his gaze blank, flashlight pointed at the ground in front of him, seemingly following the others purely mechanically.

“You okay?”

If Gordon heard him, he gave no indication of it. So Benrey poked him in the shoulder. That finally got his attention as he gasped, turning to look at Benrey. “Huh?”

“You okay?” Benrey repeated, still speaking low but a bit louder this time.

“Uh… um… again? I’m… my ears are ringing.”

“You okay?” Though really the question was moot now, the answer was obvious. “You’re acting weird. What’s up?”

Gordon was a silent for several long seconds, his eyes darting around, never seeming to rest on anything. “Just uh… freaking out a little.” He was awfully quiet for someone ‘freaking out’. Nightmares not counting, last time he’d properly freaked out had been the bucket when he’d yelped before shooting it full of holes. Did him doing so whilst calmly walking through a hall mean it was somehow particularly bad or not a big deal? “I wanna scream.” Despite that, his voice was quiet, barely above a whisper.

“Then scream.” Like he was supposed to and would be normal.

“Can’t. … If I die or uh… something comes out and saws off my other hand, you can do an ‘I told you so’. Just… try not rub it in too much, please.”

So then was this Benrey’s fault? He’d put bad thoughts in Gordon’s head, causing this? Though, this was the place that all the bad things that had happened to Gordon that caused his nightmares had occurred so… maybe not entirely Benrey’s fault. Either way didn’t matter. He took a deep breath and sang out a string of blue sweet voice; the most useful colour apparently.

Gordon stumbled to a halt as it hit him, breathing it in. Benrey stopped too, stepping in front of him to continue his tone.

Tommy, Coomer, and Bubby naturally heard and came back to investigate. Benrey’s tone was pitched to be just loud enough to make conversation next to impossible. Louder than he’d intended but he didn’t care.

Gordon coming on this trip had been a mistake. Such should’ve been obvious but he’d been seemingly not hesitant to go. He was dumb. They all way. Benrey should’ve insisted on going alone. … Or just with the others who weren’t as traumatized by everything because they’d never been in any real danger. They should’ve left Gordon behind with Sunkist and Darnold or maybe one of the others.

Finally Benrey let his tone end. Silence settled on them, heavier than before.

Gordon took a step back, giving his head a little shake. “Uh… thanks. I feel… better, not good but better. Also a bit loud but… I’m sure it’s fine.”

“You shouldn’t have come. Why did you?”

He flinched almost as if the question had hurt. “Just… because. It’s something to do and… wanted to help you out and everyone else is going. I thought maybe it’d be fine.”

Benrey hadn’t even considered this aspect of it not being fine. In his defense, human psychology was a mystery to him. He did know that it had been traumatic for Gordon and sort of what that meant though so he should’ve at least considered it might not be just a casual walk for him.

He stepped back to address the group as a whole. “You guys should go back. I’ll continue by myself to get my stuff and other stuff for the wagon so it looks like you did your job stuff and then uh… meet back up with you outside.” The main benefit of them coming with him after all was the journey down here since he didn’t know how to drive and no one had been willing to lend him a car to figure it out on the way. He could do the trip through the facility by himself without too much trouble.

“We’ve already been walking for hours though,” Bubby complained. “I ain’t turning back.”

“Perhaps just me and Gordon could turn back then,” Coomer said. “Tommy if he wants to as well. Would you like that Gordon? I could use my big strong arms to carry you out of this horrible place. Just this once I won’t even charge you a Play Cointm. When we’re back on the surface I’m sure we could find a way to keep ourselves entertained until our friends rejoin us.”

“Um… thanks for the offer but… I’m okay now. I think uh… think this might be good for me, actually. Kinda like exposure therapy, right?”

Tommy stepped forward. “But Mr. Freeman, isn’t exposure therapy normally done with professionals? People who have uh… trained to know how to do it and how far to push it and… and how to do it in a way that’s safest. Doing it by yourself without guidance might not be particularly helpful. I’m not an expert or anything of course but I did read about it on Wikipedia.”

“Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia that anyone can edit,” Coomer added.

“Yes, we know, thanks, Dr. Coomer,” Gordon said. “But uh… I’m fine now, really. I can keep going.” He looked away as he said it though. A sign that it was a lie or unrelated? “I want to keep going. Just uh… do you guys think we could walk a bit closer together?” He gave Benrey an intense look, perhaps indicating he wanted him in particular to stay close. It was hard to tell for sure though just like it was hard to tell if him continuing was really wise or not no matter what he said about being fine now. “I know I’m the weakest guy here but I can take this. I was just out of it a bit and then Benrey snapped me out of… or I guess back into it so it’s all good now. I just gotta stay focused.”

“Are you sure, Gordon?” Coomer took a step towards him. “Don’t push yourself to try to keep up with us because that’s never going to happen no matter how hard you try. You’ll just push yourself to death.”

Gordon grimaced and took a step back, flinching as the back of his legs bumped the cart, his gun hand still firmly wedge in its handle. “I’m sure I’ll be fine. There’s nothing here anymore.”

Coomer stared at him for a couple seconds longer before turning and continuing down the hall. “Very well then! Onwards and upwards!”

Bubby went along with him without hesitation, leaving the rest of them to catch up. Benrey still wasn’t sure but… he fell in step with Gordon. Maybe he had overreacted to Gordon’s quiet freak out. He was new to this whole worrying thing in general, especially over someone else. It sucked. His fault for adopting such a fragile pet. But… would he stop caring so much if he could chose to do so? … No. Most of the time Gordon made him happy; even just Gordon being happy made him happy. It was fun and nice even if it did suck sometimes.

Maybe Benrey should hold his hand as they walked. Touching always seemed to comfort him and whenever he tried to comfort Benrey, it was often with touch, so… but no, he had only hand and it was holding the flashlight. His gun hand was occupied with the wagon. Damn. Bubby probably would’ve made a comment about it anyway though. Benrey would just have to stick close then even if that meant abandoning his backwards vigil. He could perhaps make an eye on the back of his neck but… he’d done that before and it was dizzying. So he’d just turn and check occasionally instead. Probably nothing was back there anyway though so it’d be fine… hopefully.

~

It was Tommy who called camp time with, “I know normally Mr. Freeman is the one who calls when its time for bed on these adventures but uh… I don’t think he’s going to do that and it’s pretty late. So maybe we should start looking for a place to stop for the night soon.”

“Nah, we can keep going,” Gordon said even though for the past couple hours his walking pace had been slowing more and more, reducing everyone’s else speed as well. As the weakest member of their group they were bound by his limitations. Especially since they were, as he’d requested, all sticking closer to him.

Before Benrey could point that out, Coomer sat down on the floor, forcing the rest of them to halt too even though they were in the middle of a hallway. “I feel like taking a break is a good idea.”

Bubby sat next to him. “This has been a lot less fun than I thought it was gonna be so yeah, a nap break sounds good.”

Gordon groaned. “Can we at least stop in a room with like… only one exit or something. So we can like… guard it easier, you know? Nothing’s gonna come for us or anything, I know that, everything’s gone… hopefully but… you know.”

“Uh… I don’t think we do know, Mr. Freeman. But finding a room shouldn’t be hard, there are lots of rooms around here. I used to work near here actually back when I first started before I changed departments. We could uh… go find my old office maybe. It’s a bit of a detour but… that’s okay because it’s not a long one.”

“Yeah, okay. Everyone, let’s go to Tommy’s old office. Lead the way.” Gordon gestured him forward. Bubby groaned and mumbled something under his breath but stood with Coomer to continue anyway.

‘Not a long detour’ turned out to be about a ten minute walk. Tommy’s old office was small and a bit cluttered with overturned desks. Coomer took care of those with ease, shoving them out into the hallway, leaving them with a little room that, as Gordon had requested, had only one exit.

Benrey put his flashlight in with the others at the center of the camp, all on and pointed up, to take the place of a campfire presumably, before sitting himself against the closed door. If anything wanted to come in, it’d have to go through him. This precaution was enough to ease his own lingering anxieties over Gordon’s safety. Probably nothing dangerous was out there but they were somewhat deep into the facility now so if there was anything around that might want to eat them, it wasn’t easily getting in here.

Just sitting against the door being enough, he pulled the Game Boy. He looked up from it again a short time later though as the four of them turned off all but one of the flashlights and exchanged ‘good night’s. They hadn’t discussed what they were going to do about Gordon’s usual sleeping arrangements but he’d got into his sleeping bag on his own so… maybe he was okay?

Since his quiet freak out earlier, he seemed to be back to normal if a bit on edge. Everyone sticking close to him seemed have helped a lot. He’d had to be purposefully nudged and brought back into the conversation a few times, especially as time went on. But that might’ve just been because he was tired. So maybe he really would be okay to sleep on his own. … Probably not though.

Benrey would go over there and pet his head once everyone else was close enough to sleep to not open their eyes and potentially see. Though if they did see, what harm would it do? Yeah, depending on who saw, they might ask about it and/or make an annoying comment but so what? Benrey couldn’t leave Gordon to have a nightmare instead.

Despite having not done much in his game, he turned the Game Boy off and put it back in his pack he’d place next to himself. Before he could get up and head over though, Gordon moved and began carefully extracting himself from his sleeping bag. He could’ve unzipped it but seemed to be trying to avoid doing so. Probably because it made a sound that he was trying to prevent because he thought he was being sneaky. And maybe he was; if the others heard him, they weren’t turning to look. With a sigh, Benrey settled back down to wait for him. Maybe he just wanted to go somewhere else to do their usual night thing without risking the others seeing. Probably not but Benrey would suggest it.

Once free, Gordon slipped his glasses back on before tip-toeing over to Benrey to sit next to him, back against the door. Right next to him, shoulder to shoulder, so even when whispering softly, he could be heard. “Look, before you say it, you’re right, I need sleep. Sleep is good, I could die without it and all that. But also consider, I don’t want to fucking sleep. So do you think, you could instead help me stay awake? Just for tonight. I promise I’ll sleep in the car ride home and probably when we get home but… I just can’t tonight, please.”

Benrey should insist but… Gordon was here because of him. Even if he was doing better now, he was still clearly not okay and so maybe it’d be better to let him skip sleep. He’d done it before when Benrey had believed his lie about it not being a big deal and had survived just fine. So maybe indeed one night wasn’t good but not a huge deal. “Okay, I’ll help you stay awake.”

“Thank you, thank you. You’re an amazing friend.”

Benrey had gone from a good friend to an amazing friend, he was moving up in the world. Awesome. … How to help keep Gordon awake though? Well he did have one idea he’d been toying with for a while inspired by all their one handed gaming sessions.

He reached over and pulled out the Game Boy again. “You hold one half, I’ll hold the other, we’ll play together. The challenge should help keep you up, right?”

“Oh that’s uh… genius actually. I’ll go get a flashlight so I can see the screen better while you pick the game.”

While Gordon got up to do that, Benrey brought out his small assortment of games he’d brought with him. Not a very varied selection but since Gordon would by default be on the movement side so it made sense to pick a movement focused game to help keep him focused, so… Mario World 3 it was. If this turned out to be fun though, they’d have to try it later under better circumstances.

~

After a rocky start, filled with whispered bickering about whose fault each death was, they eventually got the hang of it. And thus after several hours, they were halfway through the game and… losing the hang of it. Gordon was struggling to stay awake. Benrey had already nudged him several times now with less and less success in getting him fully back to alert.

Benrey could tell him to get up and walk a bit, maybe do a little exercise. How that supposedly woke humans up, Benrey wasn’t sure because shouldn’t that be more tiring? But he’d heard it enough times that it had be true. Or he could let Gordon fall asleep.

Maybe if he was exhausted enough, it’d be fine. They’d spent most the day walking and Gordon’s quiet freak out had probably still been taxing, right? So surely by now he had to be tired enough to potentially skip dreaming.

And so Benrey stopped nudging him and ceased bringing it up when his sleepiness caused Mario to die. Despite that, he held on for another long while before inevitably losing the fight and slumping the rest of the way into Benrey as his body went lax with sleep.

Carefully, oh so carefully, Benrey shifted him so that Gordon’s head rested in his lap. Humans almost always slept lying down so that had to be the best position to sleep in for them. It would’ve been nice to get his sleeping bag under the rest of him too but that was more moving than Benrey was willing to risk.

Next, he turned off the flashlight and saved their spot in the game, before switching to resume shiny hunting. In an hour or two, the others would probably start to wake. He’d let Gordon sleep for as long as possible but still soon after that, they’d likely be on their way again. But even that much sleep had to be better than none.

Next Chapter

#hlvrai #frenrey #benrey #hlvrai gordon

[bbyboybucket]

what is going on with thunderbolts??

Several things bestie. I’ll try to keep this as concise and calm as possible:

- if we’re first talking about real life, there has been stuff going on for a while because the script was rewritten twice and changed directors months ago. And It keeps getting delayed for reasons the now unrelated to the strike.

- Second real life issue is apparently something about it just sucks, because three actors have dropped. A long time ago, the person who plays Ava Starr, Hannah John-Kamen supposedly dropped out. However, there’s rumors that Goliath is in it so it’s unclear if maybe they negotiated to get Hannah back in the cast.

- Steven Yuen was supposed to be the main antagonist, he dropped out of it recently and marvel went to several actors to take his place, and multiple rejected it. Now, Ayo Edebiri (who was supposed to play Val’s assistant) has also dropped the movie. These are confirmed by the actors themselves.

- They are very obviously trying to recreate James Gunn’s The Suicide Squad after they seen how successful it was, however they’re very blatant about it. It’s barely hidden that they’re actually trying to create their own version of what their competitor made but the issue is that they aren’t actually thinking or trying to make a good, compelling story here. It’s solely cash grab and trying to get hype. That’s it.

- Bonus for real life issues: This isn’t talked about a lot and it’s messy, unclear situation, but essentially the team of people writing and directing Thunderbolts are actually proud rapist defenders.

Now let’s get into the issues with the movie itself and why I (and many many others) think it’s gonna be awful:

- Just to give a basis, other than some people here on tumblr, majority of the rest of the MCU fan base does not want this movie to be made. It’s a pretty general consensus amongst everyone that what they’re doing is not good. And I’m saying this just so you know I’m far from the only one with these opinions.

- The villain of the movie is Sentry/Void. Which is an absolutely awesome character but it makes absolutely zero sense for him, one of the most powerful characters, to be the antagonist against a team of 3 super soldiers and 3 regular humans. Realistically he would obliterate them, and for the thunderbolts to beat him, it’d take a lot of plot armor. And to me, that’s not only a waste of Sentry as character but also a waste of a movie. Because me and most others, don’t want to watch a movie where the protagonists only win because of plot armor. I wanna watch something thought out, engaging, where the threat is real and the end battle is hard because they’re on par. This is not that. And Sentry/Void could be used with other characters in such a cool way, there’s so much potential that’s been thrown out by doing this.

- With him being the villain, what’s been confirmed to happen in the third act is that Sentry will become Void, but the void is a new dimension in the multiverse. That’s literally what he becomes and the thunderbolts have to enter it. For one, that makes absolutely no damn sense to do for this movie and two, they already have a dimension in the mcu called the void. It’s in Loki.

- If they are gonna have team with only hand to hand combat abilities, then it should be a grounded, more street level movie. And it’s not. And it’s fucking stupid.

- There’s no power/ability diversity on the team which makes it kinda boring for one, but two, if they’re gonna have an extremely powerful villain, they need a team that’s not just people who know combat. There’s so many characters who should be Thunderbolts that would be more fitting and make the movie more interesting. White Vision should absolutely be there, especially considering that he’s government property. It makes no sense that he wouldn’t be on a government team and he alone would bring some uniqueness to the skill set. Abomination should be there. Zemo, despite being a normal human, should absolutely be on the team considering he was the actual founder and primary leader of it in the comics. For fucks sake they could introduce a new character or two just to give the team some interesting abilities.

- I’ve been saving this for last. As a Bucky fan, obviously one of my biggest issues is that he’s apart of the team. I’m gonna try to keep this short, but he doesn’t belong there, it doesn’t make sense for him to be on the team after the past ten years of his arc and development. All this time he’s been the good guy victim who’s overcome the fact that he was manipulated and used by the villains. But now, they’re pivoting into villainizing him, which is not speculation, Feige and other people involved have made several quotes now claiming he’s bad.

- Even if it’s technically comics accurate, Bucky is a very different character in the MCU than he is in the comics. He’s a much more violent and rough character in the comics because that’s all he’s ever known, he was raised as a child soldier then became an assassin. In the mcu, unlike the other characters on the team, he is not morally grey. Yes, what he does have in common with Yelena and Taskmaster is that he was mind controlled and is now a hero, but it’s a very different situation. Yelena and Taskmaster were from birth raised as assassins, even if they’re reformed and free now, the only thing they have experienced and been taught is violence, they have a rougher edge, they’re very much morally grey because of it. Bucky on the other hand, lived a normal life until he was nearly 30 years old. He was grown man when hydra took him. In those 30 years, he developed a strong moral compass and I’d say it’s close to that of Steve’s. Take Hawkeye as an example, even though Yelena is a good guy now, she was still perfectly fine with killing Clint because she viewed him as a bad person. She’s not afraid to kill someone if she deems it necessary. Bucky, on the other hand would not do that. He consistently talks about how he doesn’t want to kill or severely hurt anyone, whether they’re a villain or not. And in TFATWS, he even pulls his punches. Also he doesn’t kill Zemo when he has the opportunity, Yelena (and definitely any other team member) would have. That’s a big part of where the difference lies and how they’re not following what’s been established for his character.

- Also it’s claimed that Bucky is supposed to be the leader of the team which is another thing that’s out of character. For one, he’d never willingly join this team and lead it. Basically the only way is if he was forced by conditions of his pardon. Two, he doesn’t have the leadership skills, he’s not a natural leader, he’s always preferred to be the side kick and let someone else take the lead. Three, there’s no way in hell he could actually manage that team and get any one of them to respect him and follow his authority. I’m sorry but they would absolutely all brush him off as a joke. Even TFATWS, John Walker uses Bucky as a damn doormat yet I’m expect to believe he and other people like him will listen to what Bucky says? No.

For your sake, this is all and this is the simplified version of my thoughts because I don’t wanna make this longer than it already is. But yeah, I don’t know if you’ll disagree with me, but I think this is just a damn mess of a movie that either needs to be entirely scrapped or be revised top to bottom.

#I’m very sorry for how long this is #I tried my best to keep it short but…. #anyways yeah I’m extremely anti-thunderbolts and I’m manifesting it just gets cancelled at this point #asks #thunderbolts #mcu #marvel #bucky barnes

[total-lunareclipse4]

🌜Cigarettes and parking lots🌛

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: fluffy one shot! you take a break from watching the game and happen to stumble upon the one and only Eddie Munson

warnings: none! this might be my favorite thing i’ve written

word count: 900 words (extremely short, i’m sorry!)

Why were there so many people at a local high-school basketball game? Hawkins had proven to be a small, boring town, but surely, there had to be more interesting things to do on a Friday night. It was hard to believe that so many people, some of which weren’t even in school anymore, were so invested in trivialities of this kind. 

Lucas wasn’t even playing, and since he was the sole reason you were here in the first place, you took the liberty to exit the gym to breathe some fresh air. 

Big crowds were hard to be surrounded by. The air got denser and the need to flee began to manifest. Erica was sitting next to you, Tina by her other side. So, after letting her know you were taking a break, you headed towards the parking lot behind the school. 

Instant relief washed over you as the cool breeze came in contact with your face. You searched for Mr.Sinclair’s car, leaning against the hood once you found it. Your hands went to your necklace, toying with it to calm yourself. 

“Hey,” someone said, making you jump. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologized. 

You turned to face him, taking in all of his external personality. There were rings adorning his fingers, converse on his feet, a “Dio” shirt covered by a denim jacket. There was so much to grasp from simply staring at his shell. 

Your eyes returned to his face, noticing he had caught you inspecting him. Glancing away, you tried to cover your embarrassment. 

“It’s fine, I was already startled, wasn’t your fault,” you said.

“Why’s that?” His intrigue shocked you. It was already odd enough for him to have approached you in the first place, the last thing you expected was for him to be asking questions. 

“Uhm, just, the game. There’s too many people and stuff like these are really not my crowd.” 

“Then why did you come?”

“To see Lucas play,” you replied, shifting your weight from one leg to the other. 

“Sinclair? Is he your boyfriend or something?” There was something about his tone, it wasn’t mockery. You felt as if the answer to his question was of utmost importance to him, as if it would change things in some way or the other. 

“No,” you chuckled. “Our parents have been friends since before we were born. He’s practically my brother.”

That answer seemed to satisfy him, encourage him, even. 

“So, no boyfriend?” His intentions were so obvious. Something about his boldness drew you in. It was comforting for once to not have to guess what others wanted. So you decided to mimic his courage. 

“Why? You wanna ask me out?” 

“Yes.” He smiled, proceeding to fetch a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket and taking one. 

“I don’t even know your name.” 

“Eddie Munson, guitar player, allergic to nuts, music lover, and Satan enthusiast,” he replied nonchalantly as he offered you a cigarette. 

With a movement of your hand letting him know to put them away, he proceeded to take out his lighter and use it to light the cigarette he had between his lips. 

“Is that all there is to know about you?” You laughed. 

“They’re the most important things, yeah.” He blew some smoke away from you. “I’d say you know me enough now, at least plenty to agree to that date.” 

You contemplated him for a few seconds, going through every possible scenario. You wouldn’t be in Hawkins for too long, just a couple of months before school started again. What harm could come from agreeing to go out with him? 

“You don’t know anything about me, though,” you reasoned. 

“I don’t need to, I already know that I like you.” Another draw from his cigarette. “Besides, I plan on getting to know you once you agree to that date.” 

“You think I’m gonna say yes?” He inspected your face for a few seconds, letting his eyes linger on longer than they had during the glances he had been stealing from you throughout your interaction.

“I already know you’re gonna say yes, sweetheart.” The use of the pet name took all of your words away from you. 

“Give me your hand,” he commanded. Noticing your reluctance and the fact that you weren’t moving, he asked again. “C’mon, I won’t bite.” 

And for some strange reason, you did as he had told you, placing your palm upwards extended towards him. 

He put something on it, closing your hand with his own to stop you from seeing what was inside. 

“I’ll see you around,” he said, still cupping your hand. With one last smile, he turned around and started walking. 

Once there was some distance between you two, you peered inside to see what he had given you. There, in the middle of your hand was one of his cigarettes. 

Confused, you yelled at him, “I don’t smoke!” 

You could feel the delight irradiating from him as he yelled back, “I know!” 

Upon closer inspection, you realized there was something written on it. A phone number and the initials “E.M” printed on black ink. 

You tossed it inside your pocket and headed back towards the gym. Hopefully, your absence hadn’t been noticed too much by the rest. And if it had, then at least you knew it had been worth it.

-Inspired on this tiktok

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[kidflashimpulse]

Hi! So, question about Bart.( This will kind of disregard canon since I haven’t watched the show in forever, sorry in advance). What do you think about Bart’s opinion on death and killing? Like, do you think he might have killed reach soldiers before? Or, like, could have helped someone, but didn’t because of his own need to survive? I belief he would always help as much as possible but...

what about criminals?? What if, say, they are dealing with a bunch of human traffickers, and they say stuff that reminds him so much about his childhood! Like, he doesn’t get pleasure out of killing. But maybe he sees it in a strategic light? “ if I end this now, they won’t ever hurt anyone the way I was hurt. They would just pay their way out of prison..”

I just want to see a moment where his good heart + morals (taught by his family and other heroes) clash with his apathetic mindset from living in an apocalyptic world were humans are at their lowest. Plus, he’s smart enough (and fast enough) to make it look like an accident....

u’ve always got the most amazing questions which i’m so grateful for omg <333 thank you for the ask 🙏❤️

so first on bart’s opinion on death and killing /killed reach soldiers / or whether to help ppl at risk of his own survival :

very interesting scenarios that u’ve outlined !!! especially since yes i have SO MANY HCs about this 😭 some of which I plan to refer to in a Owen + Bart centric fic connecting to allusions of Barts past that i’ve hinted at in AAIT, so i won’t go into detail about those. But i’ll give an overall answer of the HCs that i have ! I do think he’s killed people like reach soldiers and that he hasn’t thought twice about it because it’s a natural kill or be killed scenario for him and the ppl of his time. I think he would be significantly more impacted by not being able to help ppl that he could’ve “possibly” helped but couldn’t/didn’t. I agree that he’s got that somewhat natural heroic tendency to him of wanting to help where he can so if he’s prevented from doing that, he would feel responsible and devastated by it. I think death and killing is such a prominent occurrence in his time that as typically establishes by most he’s been pretty desensitised to it, so even if he would feel sad or bad about something, i think he’s capable of moving on from it fairly easily that it doesn’t affect him to the point of say how the deaths have affected Gar in the show. As a very vague spoiler to my HCs that i plan to write about, everyone he’s killed isnt solely restricted to reach soldiers. Regardless of different HCs of anyone, i think it’s unavoidable to consider that bart has had at least a very strong exposure to death and killing, resulting in his desensitisation, which i would say is what we can assume from canon.

in terms of how his morality plays in and how this relates to things like criminals or ppl that remind him of his past like human traffickers: i think the biggest indicator of his character to answer ur question is that he befriended Jaime of all things, rather than just straight up try to kill him 😂 Like u said, it would be incredibly easy for him to just do it, so if he didn’t kill the guy who practically brought on the Reach apocalypse, the literal main reason why he’s in the present in the first place, then I really don’t see him being “triggered” in any sense to kill any criminal that they might encounter just for the sake of stopping criminality. Now i’m terms of in the moment survival where there’s quite literally no other choice, i don’t think it would be much of a dilemma for him at all in comparison to other heroes. But for the sake of “vigilantism” where it’s to get rid of crime, i don’t really see him being motivated to kill people. He seems to have a heroic morality to him where it’s more about helping people as much as possible rather than just stopping crime, which is why in the previous example of not being able to help someone i think he would be much more devastated than i’d he just killed someone for say in the moment self defence for either him or others.

good heart + morals + clashing with his post apocalyptic apathy: i understand i would LOVE to see that !! it can lead to incredibly interesting situations. i do think though that this can come around in other ways that we might not traditionally think of/expect. like i mentioned, i do see him as someone with an inherent heroic morality of helping people to him, and i don’t think that’s something that would ever come into any significant question for him (because of the blue beetle example). But that doesn’t mean i don’t think of him as without moral ambiguity/greyness, which i think he has plenty of in terms of his worldview and how he is as a person. I think a decent example is the fact that he literally hung out with his grandfathers murderer who helped him with his biggest and arguably most important mission ever. Whether bart agreed to his company out of it just happening or no other choice is something else, but he clearly had no problem being with the guy and even making snide remarks calling him “neutron” which nathaniel is probably traumatised by 😂 Growing up in his post apocalyptic world bart clearly has no qualms about stealing things, like at all. I think moral ambiguity would manifest in just how he is as a person, which can be (mis)interpreted as someone just being from a different time rather than having different moral principles. I think the fact that he’s seemingly addicted (this is more of a HC ig but based on my interpretation of him from the show 😭) to just always being there to help people out, he had no problem literally just abandoning everyone he knows to join the Legion with their mission (which is insane to me lmfao) and maybe, he can be a bit cold like that. In that one scene where the Outsiders lose track of where Vic went, and Jaime was almost killed by the X-pit and as bart said “Gar got his butt kicked” he seemed pretty upset at the notion of “losing” on a mission, like it’s something he doesn’t even want to consider. I think he takes personal failures quite seriously (Mt Justice, Wally), not to the extent that it’s debilitating, but it definitely plays on his mind to a point that I can see him get pissed at himself if anything.

Basically, i see his moral greyness and apathy manifesting in a type of aloof coldness of things socially, where he can seem maybe a bit inconvenienced by morals that are standard of the people around him, and in terms of a very drastic desensitisation of things like death and killing, and in terms of overall morality like theft/doing things for the sake of survival/the mission, but not without having to abandon his core moral of just helping people out. I HC that maybe he might struggle a little with some notions of empathy that he probably had to work towards by just being in the present, and that his sense of morality is maybe almost always mission based where he just wants to get things done, rather than out of a more humanitarian POV.

hope my essay can get some of my points across to answer ur ask 😅 and thank u again for such an incredibly interesting question !!

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[mellowheartthecat]

Maddening Mission - Chapter 2

Originally, there was gonna be cover art here like i did for my first fic. But yall aren’t getting shit now for the sole reason of im lazy.

Obligatory ping of the au author: @coolfireguy73

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POW!

Another shot hit the ground near the two. This time, though, they saw where the shot was fired from. It was from on top of a building approximately 50 meters away. The two bolted up and Bomber shouted an order.

“Split and cut!” The two bolted in opposing directions perpendicular to the building the shooter was standing on top of, planning to circle around to block an escape. While Seeker could just run and be fast, Bomber had to put in a bit more effort. He pulled out one of his utility bombs and threw it upward with minimal effort. Exactly a second later he leaped upward as the bomb exploded and propelled himself off a piece of shrapnel.

He grabbed onto a ladder anchored onto the side of the building. He quickly climbed up and pushed himself forward using the side of the roof. He pulled out a pistol on his side and pointed it at the surrendering man. After a few seconds Seeker finished climbing the opposite brick wall and joined him at his friend’s side.

The man they stopped appeared to be somewhere in his 40s. He definitely had the look of a survivor, with his cracked goggles and various mismatched clothes He looked a bit surprised.

“I don’t know who you folk are,” he said, “but yall should get out while you still can.”

“Nah.” Seeker pulled out a butterfly knife and twirled it around. “We got stuff to do here. But what’s up with you, eh? Shooting us and not even putting up a fight?”

The stranger sighed. “I thought you were one of them.”

“Well clearly not, eh?”

“Clearly.” He slung the gun across his shoulder as he got up. Bomber’s gun followed. The stranger didn’t care. “We’ve made too much noise here, we need to be careful. We don’t want them to hear us.”

Bomber lowered his gun. “‘Them’?”

“We gotta get to somewhere safe first. Follow me.” He turned around and started heading towards the ladder.

“Can’t.” Seeker put away the knife. “We’re waiting on someone.”

He briefly stopped. “I’m afraid they’re not coming back. Yall need to focus on livin’. If yall wanna live then you’ll follow me.” His tone was very stern.

“She will come back,” responded Bomber. “That girl is something else.”

Seeker jumped in. “Bloody right! She saved our bloody asses back there when we were ambushed by those mask guys!”

“You got darn lucky then. But your luck won’t last. It never does here. You gotta give up that pride or you wont last a night.”

Bomber stood his ground. “We are staying. Nothing you say can stop us.”

“...fine. Yall still have hope, I get it. I’ll keep watch to make sure nothing gets yall. But when the sun sets, yall give up or you’re on your own. And if you see a man with a bow and arrow, you run.” -- Another arrow skid by. It hit the tree next to her.

It knew where she was. That much was clear.

The lighting in the forest was too inconsistent to get a good view around her. It made practically no noise of its own, besides the light crunch of leaves, which she could barely make out over the sound of her own breathing. She needed to calm down.

Another arrow was fired. She quickly moved out of the way just for it to barely graze her cheek. She forced her breathing to normalize just to hear the bow being pulled back.

The entity was around 25 yards away. 10:30 o’clock.

She quickly darted behind a tree to avoid the arrow as it was shot. It continued to circle her as it pulled back its bow again. She dodged the arrow and summoned her steed and darted onto it. She practically slapped the base of its neck to make it take off. 

She has to get out of there.

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The trio was all on lookout. Bomber and Seeker were looking out for Beastmaster, while the stranger was on the other side of the roof watching their backs.

Seeker thought this was fucking boring. They’ve faced a lot of threats in the past. In comparison, what they fought earlier was just a minor inconvenience. The only challenging part is that they can’t kill them.

He glared back at the stranger, who was paying no attention to them. How long has he been out here?

Wait, is he our client?

His brooding was interrupted by Bomber yelling out, “there she is!”

Sure enough, there she was, in the distance, riding into the clearing on her horse-deer hybrid creature. Bomber was already going down the ladder and Seeker hopped down from the roof. The stranger walked over to the edge of the roof. He looked both shocked and in awe that she actually came back.

She stopped next to the dead campfire.

Seeker was the first to greet her. “Ayo what took so long?”

“Had company. Got a good hit on me, too.” Her steed knelt down as she swung her other leg around, revealing an arrow deep in her thigh. “I can manage cleaning this up on my own.” Upon closer inspection, there was also a shallow cut along her cheek.

Bomber shrugged. “Whatever you say. Seeker, we should probably get some rations from the ship.”

“You have that little faith in me?” she muttered something and her steed dropped a rabbit with an arrow skewered through it straight into her hand. “I managed to stab it while on the run.”

“Woah... uh...” Seeker awkwardly stood around as she handed the rabbit to Bomber and took out some medical supplies, knowing damn well she’d get pissy if he offered to help. “Is that why you got shot?”

“Possibly.” She whistled to her steed and handed it a roll of bandages for it to hold, which it gently held in its mouth.

“You’re just gonna stand there and not help the damn girl?” The stranger, who had already climbed down the ladder and walked over, quickly rushed over to Beastmaster’s side. “Thats one nasty wound. You’re damn lucky that’s the only one. When I say I’ll pull out the arrow, and you’ll need to stuff a bunch of gauze into that wound. Can you handle that?”

“Um.” She was leaning away from the stranger, her cool composure completely gone. “Um, sure.”

Seeker and Bomber suppressed the urge to laugh as the stranger started looking for something. “Now, where’s the-” He came face to face with her steed. “Uh...” He looked at her. Then back at the steed. He slowly reached out and took the bandages from it. “Right... That’s something... lets, get you patched up.”

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A couple minutes passed before the bleeding finally stopped. The stranger breathed a sigh of relief. “Glad that’s over with. Now, what in sam hell is up with you bunch?”

Beastmaster took a deep breath to regain her composure. “Never-nevermind us for the moment. We don’t even know your name.”

“Guess I owe you that. The name’s Dell Conagher. Would say its a pleasure but nobody should be here.”

She double checked her watch to confirm. Then she smiled. “Well then, Mr. Conagher, we’re here to help. We would explain, but I don’t think we’re quite in the state to do so this evening. Is there any place where those creatures won’t go for us that we can stay for the night?”

Bomber nodded. “Sounds good, we’ll explain everything tomorrow.”

Dell sighed. “Alright then. Yall follow me.”

~~~~~~~ yippee, it is done If you thought this this chapter was dialog heavy then you aint ready for the next one lol. It’ll pretty much exclusively be dialog and exposition. After that the fun can begin.

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[willowhatter]

Spoilers for Mandalorian s3 finale 

Do not expect in depth analysis it’s currently just past 10am and I am not fully awake. I’m going to start this off with my likes as if I went straight into my negative thoughts about this episode then this would just be a block of everything I did not like and we would never actually reach my positives.

Axe Woves I always found him extremely self-centered and for the past week I was one hundred percent sure he was some sort of spy. Just because I didn’t like him I had no basis to actually build this theory on just my pure hatred for the man. This episode proved me wrong in a good way and he redeemed himself a little.

Another thing I enjoyed was Grogu finally getting to use the force a bit more than just to do his Yoda flips. I always felt like they never used Grogu’s use of the force to its fully potential and I’m glad that had its time to shine with the team up with his dad.

Obviously I liked Din officially adopting Grogu. It took the man long enough. It does leave me wondering if Grogu’s parents are still kicking about and if so where. But I honestly don’t care to much I’m just glad Din finally saw that he needed to adopt him.

The Darksaber being destroyed. I liked that. I feel like it was always going to be an ongoing repetitive issue if it had not been taken care off. Obviously I’m sad we aren’t going to see any more fight scenes with it but its good that it’s gone.

In a way I feel like it being destroyed shows that a new age of mandalore is upon us. The Darksaber I feel always signified that mandalorian’s could never let go of the past that they were always looking back over there shoulder at what once was. But the saber being destroyed shows that the old ways were never always the best ways and that they need to let go and move on.

Dislikes:

The first thing I didn’t really like is a small gripe and doesn't really matter but Grogu using the force to shield Din, Bo and himself from the fire. It’s not that he wasn’t really capable off it. I’m just surprised by the fact he was well enough to do it. Like he is only small and he clearly struggled in TBOBF to calm down the beast in that, after all he took a nap after it. Surely he would be exhausted and would pass out after it?

I feel like it was to easy to defeat Moff, not that I don’t think it was realistic that they took him down that way. It could very well off happened like that. My problem with it is, is that it had been building up to it for the past few seasons and he was taken down in like an hour or two star wars time. Like there wasn’t much planning or nothing it was just guns and big explosions.

Din not being at the great forge lighting. He could have been there and then gone and done all the other stuff. It was a short scene it wouldn’t be that hard. He was one of the sole reasons that even managed to happen. If Din hadn’t nearly died twice in the second episode then continued to support Bo there would be no great forge lighting. He deserved to be there. I did like the scene minus that.

No goodbye or good luck scene between Din and Bo. I could not give to craps that they aren’t together like I like the ship yes It’s my fav ship of the show. But I knew that the likely hood of it becoming real was slim to none. But they had been side by side throughout the entire season and pretty much this episode and there was nothing. Well you could say the small nod in the living waters scene was it but no I don’t think so they deserved better.

I am thankful I watched this episode in the morning and not at night other wise I would not have slept I would be to busy trying to figure out how I would have done this episode.

#the mandalorian #spoilers #din djarin #bo katan #dinbo #grogu #star wars