#he looks so nasty on the loading screens
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Hello! you can do one with older!eddie where he doesn't know how to use his cell phone much, so he and reader are having sex and he is filming it (with her consent, obviously) and then he will send her the video so she can too has, he ends up sending it to someone else. 🫣
This is actually hilarious. Just a small smutty and fun blurb
Sex Tape
"Pretty girl, look at you taking me so well." Eddie moaned, pointing his phone camera at her cunt. He loved seeing her cunt take him in and clenching around him.
"Daddy, cock is so big. Filling me up." Y/N moaned, Eddie's flashlight shining, giving her the perfect lighting to see Eddie's cock pushing in and out of her.
When Eddie asked to record them having sex, she wasn't against it. She thought it would be hot. Their sex tape was at the touch of her fingertips to watch whenever she wanted.
He moved the camera up, focusing on her tits as they bounced, his free hand moved up to twist her nipples. Her loud moan travels straight through the microphone.
"Such a slut. Letting Daddy record you as you get fucked. Nasty girl, probably would love for everyone to see it, huh? Show everyone just how pathetic you get for me." She felt herself getting close to his words.
Her hands reach to touch his hairy chest and toned stomach. Her nails scratched down his happy trail, moaning as her wetness soaked his pubic hair.
"Look at how fucking soaked you are." He teased, moving the camera down to her cunt. Bringing the camera as close as he could, the wetness loud as he fucked her harder. Her wetness shined from his flashlight, showing how soaked his red cock was.
"Daddy, please make me cum. Please." She begged, grabbing his hand from her chest to move it down to her clit.
"Good girl." He praised, rubbing her clit as he focused the camera. He wanted to record the second she came all over him.
"DADDY!" She screamed, her thighs shaking as she came all over him. Eddie fucked her through it, praising her as he leaned down to kiss her. The camera was a lost thought as he came inside of her. He growled into her mouth, both his hands gripping her hips as he fucked himself empty into her.
After they took a second to catch up on their breathing, Eddie cleaned her up. Small pecks to her face as he settled next to her. He reached over to grab the phone, ending the recording.
"Let me do it, baby. You still aren't the best with technology." Y/N explained she loved dating an older man, but his knowledge of technology was low.
"I can do it!" Eddie argued, scrunching his eyebrows as he looked at all the options when he clicked share.
He groaned as the phone took forever to load, "patience baby, takes a while to send that long of a video." Y/N told him.
"Then what's the point of paying so much for a fucking phone that can't load?" Eddie argued, Y/N laughed and rolled her eyes.
"We've had this argument when you bought it." She teased.
"Well sorry! I mean what was wrong with flip phones? Now I have all this touch screen shit and accidentally hit the wrong shit all the time." Eddie said, pounding at his phone.
"Leave it alone! The more you click the more it'll freeze!"
Eddie ignored her and continued to smack the screen, the little sound of a swoop.
"It sent! Don't touch it." Y/N said, reaching for her phone. But she was confused when she didn't have any modifications.
She grabbed his phone from his hand, ignoring his huff.
"EDWARD! YOU SENT IT TO CARL!" She screamed, sitting up as she frankly typed on the screen.
"MY BOSS?"
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two of my fav pretty boys <3
Summary: The reader is in a storyline as the first female member of the BCC as well as Wheeler's on-screen girlfriend. Tyler is her ex and doesn't like the way Wheeler is around the reader.
"I'm allowed to see my friends Wheeler." You narrow your eyes at Yuta as the two of you walk through the loading docks. "Besides, we're only fake dating, remember?" You remind him.
"That doesn't mean I want anyone messing around with you during this storyline." Yuta replies. "It would look bad for the cameras. Besides, what's wrong with the BCC locker room?" He asks you.
You roll your eyes at Yuta. You've been engrossed in a storyline where you've been dating Wheeler and being initiated into the BCC as their first female member. In the few weeks that the storyline has been going on Wheeler has become quite protective and guarded with you.
"It's a locker room full of sweaty old men, Wheeler." You scoff. "It's nasty. Why can't I just hang out in the girls locker room until your match?" You whine.
"Come on, YN. It's only be for a little while." Wheeler assures you. "Plus we can't strategize if you aren't with me." He adds.
You huff out a breath and nod. "Fine." You sigh. "Just please don't linger in there forever like last time." You ask him.
"I won't. Promise." Wheeler insists and grabs your hand to drag you reluctantly along at his side.
You and Wheeler head down to the locker room of the BCC. When you arrive, Jon and Claudio are already there hanging out.
"Hey, guys." Wheeler greets everyone when he comes through the door.
"Yeah, hey guys." You add with a small wave.
Jon and Claudio both offer you a nod and a small smile. You sit down in an empty chair and pull out your phone while you wait for Wheeler. While you're waiting for Wheeler to get changed you get a text from your newly separated ex, Hook aka Tyler. The message is asking you to meet up with him before Wheeler's match.
"Hey, Wheeler, I'm gonna go say hello to Skye." You get up from your seat. "I'll be back in a few minutes."
Wheeler nods, too busy with digging through his bags to give you a more detailed answer. You head out of the locker room and make your way to an empty stairwell where you and Tyler used to often hang out. When you pull open the door, Tyler is sitting on the bottom step waiting for you.
"What do you want, Tyler?" You cross your arms as the door clicks shut behind you.
"I just wanted to talk." Tyler replies, his usual stoic expression on his face. He pats the spot on the step next to him wanting you to join him.
Reluctantly, you sigh and take a seat next to Tyler on the step. However, your arms remain crossed in front of you. "Make it quick, Tyler. I've got to be out in the ring with Wheeler soon." You explain.
"Wheeler." Tyler scoffs. "Of course." You notice his jaw clench a bit. "Why did you even take this dumb storyline in the first place?" He asks you.
"It's better than sitting around in catering." You reply sharply. "What is this really about, Tyler? You didn't make me come all the way down here just to complain did you?" You ask him.
Tyler wipes his hand over his face in frustration. "What if I did?" He asks you.
"You broke up with me, Tyler!" You remind him with a scoff. "So you've got no right to be asking me anything about Wheeler, or what I'm up to." You scold him.
Frustrated with Tyler, you get to your feet and go to storm off. Tyler reaches out and grabs your hand to stop you. His grip is strong enough to force him to his feet as you walk to the door.
"Let me go, Tyler." You turn back to his and try to pull your arm away.
"No!" Tyler keeps his grip on you. "Not until I know that you're alright." He adds.
You stop pulling and look at Tyler. "What? Tyler, I'm fine." You insist. "Why the hell wouldn't I be?" You ask him.
"I don't like Yuta. Never have." Tyler replies. "And I especially don't like him always hovering over you like some fucking guard dog." He grits his teeth.
"We're playing a couple, Tyler." You roll your eyes and manage to pull your hand free this time. "That's what couples do! That's what you used to do!" You remind him. "God, what is wrong with you? You broke up with me, Ty!"
Tyler hangs his head and solemnly nods. "I know." He replies quietly. "It was a mistake."
"A mistake?" You scoff. "I'm leaving, Tyler. Don't follow me." You turn sharply on your heel and swing the door open harshly.
Tyler remains in place as you stomp back to the BCC locker room. Wheeler is ready for his match when you arrive but he notices right away that you seem pissed off.
"YN? What's up? You look pissed." Wheeler walks over to you.
"I'm fine." You reply dryly.
Wheeler nods and the two of you head out to the ring for his match. Wheeler does his usual entrance and you hang at his side playing the mischievous doting girlfriend. The two of you make it to the ring and you kiss Wheelers cheek before he heads inside the ring.
Wheelers opponent for the night comes down to the ring and you take your place in Wheeler's corner on the floor. The bell rings and Wheeler gets to work. You hang out and watch Wheeler take down his opponent. You cheer for Yuta and belittle his opponent to distract him. Wheeler ends up pulling a win by using the ring ropes as leverage when the referee isn't looking. The bell rings again and you cheer for Yuta as you hop into the ring to celebrate with him.
"Better look next time, loser." You step over Wheeler's fallen opponent with a laugh. "Yuta! Nice work, baby!" You giggle and attach yourself to Wheeler's side to show off for the crowd.
You and Wheeler flourish a bit for the audience, acting like a happy couple. The two of you are to busy messing around to notice Wheeler's opponent pick himself off the mat and rush Wheeler with little regard for you.
"Crap! YN, look out!" Wheeler spots his attacker right before he's on you and gives you a shove away from him.
You stumble backwards and trip over your own feet. Your clumsiness gets the better of you and you slip right through the middle rope and tumble to the floor. Wheeler quickly dispatches his attacker and slides down to the floor to check on you. But as he's making his way out of the ring he spots Tyler come barreling down the ramp as well.
"YN! Are you alright!" Tyler reaches your side just as Wheeler makes it to the floor at your feet.
"Tyler?" You stare up at him. "What are you doing out here?" You confront him.
Wheeler kneels down and grabs your arm to help you to your feet. You lean on him and stand up straight with Tyler hovering as close as possible.
"I saw you fall." Tyler explains. "I just wanted to make sure that you're alright."
"That's what I'm here for." Wheeler replies in a snarky tone. "YN, you're alright, right?" He turns to check on you. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shove you that hard. But I wanted to make sure that you were out of the way." He explains.
You nod and pat Wheeler's arm. "Yeah, I'm fine. I've had way worse bumps than that, Yuta." You assure him. "Tyler, you can't just come out here like this!" You turn back to Tyler standing silently next to you. "We're not together anymore! Enough!" You reminds him yet again.
"What? We broke up so I'm not allowed to be concerned for your safety?" Tyler protests. "I still care about you, YN. Which is more than I can say about this tool." He sneers at Wheeler.
"Excuse me?" Wheeler snaps back at him. "I care about, YN! Why don't you screw off, pretty boy!" He puffs his chest out at Tyler.
You step between the pair before a fight breaks out. "That's enough!" You shout at them both. "Come on Wheeler, let's go." You turn to him and grab his arm. "Tyler. I appreciate that you wanted to make sure that I'm alright. But enough is enough. You broke up with me. So do like you wanted and stay away."
Tyler nods at you with a soft expression and steps back to give you space.
"Yeah, you heard her. Back off." Wheeler adds with a sneer.
"You'd better shut your mouth." Tyler mumbles to himself but remains in place because you asked him to back off.
You and Wheeler head up the ramp and Wheeler throws an arm around you to tease Tyler. You roll your eyes but know that there's nothing you can do about it. Boys will be boys. And right now they're competing to see who's the better man.
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Unsolicited 11
Warnings: bad self-thought/talk, bullying, insults, low self-esteem, money problems, oral/noncon, coercion, cum, some untagged sexual and dark elements.
Wouldn’t mind some feedback! Lloyd was driving me nuts so I had to do it. Thank you in advance 💜
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Amidst your self-pity, tinged with a hint of hatred, your ruminations fall to the house itself. As you pass through the lower floors, dusting and mopping, you wonder which is bigger; the house or the occupant's ego. It doesn't matter, the thoughts are as menial a distraction as your tasks.
Your throat is tender and your back aches deeper as the day passes in a fog of nervous anticipation. Past the first hour, you haven't seen Lloyd again and you're not sure that's a good sign. There isn't a doubt he'll be back to torment you but not knowing when is as bad as the man himself.
You let the mop lean on the wall and grip your hips, pushing your head back as you try to stretch out the kinks. Somehow this feels like more work than cleaning a dozen offices. You groan as you knead through the thin fabric.
"Oh baby, purr for me," Lloyd startles you again. For a man his size, he is rather agile.
You face him and grab the mop, angling it and hitting the button to spray cleaner across the hardwood. As you push the pad forward, he steps in front of you and blocks your motion. You hold your breath and retract the mop, looking at him.
"Figure it's time to get ya settled," he lifts the bag in his right hand slightly, the duffel hastily packed before you left the duplex, "you look like you need a break."
His eyes descend and he ogles you grossly, biting the tip of his tongue. You can't tell if it's an act to disturb you as much as possible or genuine. You glance down at yourself in the scanty garment and roll your eyes. It's definitely a joke at your expense.
"Uh, okay," you shift the mop.
He tilts his head and his eyes meet yours with a glimmer. You exhale through your nose and grit your teeth.
"Yes, daddy," you recite the vile words.
"Baby, try smiling next time," he taps the end of your nose with a thick finger, "come on. I got shit to do… besides you."
He turns and strides off, nonchalant and indifferent. You leave the broom by the wall and follow, clomping clumsily in the heels. The stairs are another hurdle and you take them slowly, so slow that Lloyd is nowhere to be seen as you reach the second floor. You can’t help an internal sigh, there’s even more house to clean. All this for one man?
“Catch up, buttercup,” Lloyd’s voice drifts from down the hall.
You traipse along the floor, your arches sore and strained, and stop at the open door. The duffel is on the suede bench against the wall as Lloyd stands with hips crooked and scrolls on a phone. Your phone. You’d buried it in your bag, not sure you’d look at it again. You had no one you wanted or needed to hear from.
“Ah, damn, looks like lover boy is missing you,” he grins, “he’s been texting you all day… looks like he’s on his way to the airport now. ‘Safe travels, babe’.: He types on the screen and chuckles.
You tramp forward, a shoe falls off as you stagger and scuff to a stop before him and swipe at the phone. He holds it out of your reach and bats your arm away.
“Now, let’s not get nasty, not like that,” he points his long index in your face, “I was gonna be nice, you know? Get some of that tension out.”
Your frown as he hides your phone behind his back.
“You’re wound like a spring and I can’t blame you. When’s the last time that deadbeat fucked you good? Like really just blew your back out,” his mouth slants, “so… I think you should sit down. Take a load off.”
You cross your arms as you stare back at him in defiant doubt. You don’t trust him or his sudden spurt of goodwill. He sucks his tongue and spins away, marching up the side of the bed as he places your phone face down. He turns and sits on the bed, he drags his palms over the blankets and moves back to lay across the length of the mattress.
He pushes the pillows away from his head and pats his chest, “sit. Right here, doll face.”
You blink as you watch him. He hums and rubs his chest through his shirt, his biceps rounding with the movement. He might be a looker if he didn’t have that dumbass mustache or the overinflated ego.
“I don’t want to tell you again,” he warns as he props himself up on his elbows to glare at you, “I know your dripping for me so come on.”
You bite your cheek, a wave roiling in your gut, a swirl of disgust or something else you refuse to recognise. You bring your foot up and take off the other shoe, dropping it with the other before padding over to the bed. You lightly press your knee to the mattress as Lloyd falls flat again.
He wiggles his shoulders and licks his lips with a theatrical hum, “I’m thirsty, baby.”
You dig your nails into the blanket and move stiffly, lifting your leg up over the edge, then the other. The bed moves with your weight as you walk on your knees. Nervous, self-conscious, you reach for the headboard above him to lean on and steel yourself.
He opens his eyes and nudges your thigh with his knuckles, “you ever had a mustache ride?” He puckers his lips at you and you squeeze the bed frame.
You angle your leg above his shoulders and kneel over him as he shifts below. He grabs your waists as he helps you, his touch making you wince, and you keep your hands locked on the headboard. He pulls you down, he’s too strong to resist. You gasp as he forces you to fold your legs and he buries his face in your cunt.
He purrs and it rumbles through you. You flinch as he hooks his hands around your thighs and shakes his head, lapping your up greedily. You peek down at his head as he devours you impatiently. You yipe as you try to lift yourself, feeling as if you're suffocating him. You don’t know why you care, it would be better that way.
He holds you down, a grumble which is as much a demand. Stay.
His hands trail up your thigh and he grips your hips, rocking you against his face as he flicks your clit with his tongue and his mustache rubs hotly against you. You gulp and let out a squeak as he strikes a spark within you. You’re already wet, your arousal smearing across his mouth and face as he drinks you in.
You puff and unthinkingly poke your fingers through his hair, fisting it as your pelvis tilts to his will. You can’t help but fall into the motion, riding him as your climax builds quickly, fiery as it speckles across your skin and floods your core. You murmur and moan as you forget all hesitation, bucking over him as you chase the release.
He hums as his hands slip down to your ass and he gropes you painfully. He urges you on as you whine, a storm twisting around you in a cacophony of horror and delight. You shouldn’t like it so much... He shouldn’t be so fucking good.
You cum, thighs tingling and quivering as your hips twitch spasmodically. He spreads his tongue as he tastes your orgasm and twirls around your clit, teasing you to the point of torture. You try to lift yourself off his face and he once more hugs your thighs, flipping you suddenly so your back hits the headboard and he’s bent between your legs.
“Ah,” you squeal as he doesn’t let up and your toes curl, another orgasm brewing as he sucks on your bud, plucking at your with teeth and tongue. “Ll–”
Your fingers curl against the back of his head, betraying you as you push him closer. You clamp your thighs against his face and spasm, coming again as your curled awkwardly between him and the bed frame. You cry out, whining as he laps you up.
He finally parts, his hot breath clouding against you, “say it, baby…” he nips your thigh and you squeak.
“Wha–”
“Say it,” he bites harder, sucking on the skin until it throbs, you feel the bruise forming.
“Ah, daddy,” you plead, “Dadddddyyyyyy, please–”
He pops his mouth off and pushes himself up, sitting back on his heels as he runs a finger over his wet mustache and tastes it. You sit stunned and stupid, legs splayed as he smirks.
“Good girl,” he praises as he licks his lips, his hair dangling around his head messily, “fuck you taste like champagne.”
You shudder and cross your arms as you push your legs together, looking away in shame. You’d almost rather his mean words. You don’t like him being nice, because that means he’s won.
He climbs off the bed, bouncing you as he does and stretches his neck as he rolls his shoulders. He groans as a loud crack comes from his back and reaches for your phone. He turns it over and you see the timer on a live call, Colin’s name across the screen, “did you hear all that, boy?”
He hits ‘end; and your heart pounds. No, no… you knew it had to be a trick. You knew, yet it still hits you like a slap in the face.
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Too Close
Pairing: Crockett Marcel x reader
Summary: A dangerous call for Firehouse 51 leaves Y/n severely injured, but when she insists her boyfriend Crockett be the one to operate, and Goodwin refuses, things take a turn for the worse
Requested: No
Warnings: slight swearing, mentions of severe injuries and surgery
Word Count: 1,420 Words
“You’re gonna be okay, Y/n,” Kelly assured me as they loaded me onto the stretcher so that Violet and Sylvie could do their work.
“I fell out of a third story window, Kel,” I remind him. “So I don’t really think I’m gonna be okay. I need you to call Crockett for me. My phone is on my seat in Truck 81. He’s on speed dial. Just tell him what happened so he’s not surprised when I’m brought to the ED.”
“Y/n, you’ve got a nasty break on your left arm,” Violet informed me. “We’re gonna have to put it in a sling so that we can safely transport you to Med. I’m warning you now, it’s going to hurt like hell.”
“Just do it,” I mutter. With one movement, Violet lifted up my arm and placed it in the sling, causing a wave of pain to roll over me. I cried out in pain, closing my eyes as the tears welled up.
“Sorry,” Violet apologized. “I promise, as soon as we get you into the ambo, I’ll give you some pain meds. Besides the arm, what else hurts the most.”
“My chest and stomach. It feels like someone is stepping on me,” I breathe out as another shockwave of pain hit me.
“That’s not good, is it?” Joe questioned.
“No. Not good at all,” Sylvie responded. “There could be internal bleeding, which means we’ve got to get her to Med right away. Lets get her in the ambo.”
“You’ll be all right, kid,” Herrmann told me. “Just hang in there.”
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"Y/n!" Crockett shouted and ran over to my gurney as I was wheeled into the ED. "What the hell happened? I got a call from Severide saying you were hurt."
"I can't really talk. It hurts to breathe," I gasp out.
"Lets get her to a trauma room," Maggie advised and directed Sylvie and Violet to an open room.
"She was complaining of chest pain," Kelly revealed to Crockett. "Brett said that could mean internal bleeding. Is that right?"
"Yeah," Crockett confirmed as I was transferred to a bed. "But we can't be sure of anything until we run some tests. Y/n, darling, can you follow my finger for me?"
"I didn't hit my head. The way I fell, my air tank took most of the impact," I explain breathily. "Crockett, it's getting hard to breathe."
"All right. Lets get a chest x-ray!" Crockett called out. A man rolled the large device into my trauma room, and everyone took a step back. It only took a minute for the image to pop up on the screen, but when Crockett saw it, his brow creased. "You've got some nasty broken ribs. Looks like one of them punctured your lung. We're gonna need to repair that surgically."
"Crockett!" I exhale painfully, gasping for breath. "I c-can't.......my chest.......it hurts so bad."
"Y/n, we're gonna need to sedate you and put you on a ventilator so that we can get you up to surgery safely," Crockett disclosed.
"What? No! No surgery!" I insist. "Crockett, you know how I feel about hospitals."
"You need this, baby. I'm not gonna let you die," Crockett argued.
"Fine, but I have one condition. You have to be the one to operate," I instruct. "I only trust you."
"Goodwin won't allow that. You know she won't," Crockett spoke.
"Then convince her. Because I'm not getting that surgery unless you're the one to operate on me," I state.
Crockett's POV
"Hey," Herrmann greeted me as I stepped into the lobby. It seemed that all of Firehouse 51 was there to see how Y/n was doing. "What's the word, doc? Is our girl gonna be okay?"
"She's gonna need surgery," I declare. "One of her broken ribs punctured a lung, and she's also got some internal bleeding we need to repair. The thing is, she's being stubborn and will only have the surgery if I'm the one to perform it."
"Well, yeah. Y/n's afraid of hospitals," Cruz brought up. "She always has been. And you're her boyfriend, so she only trusts you."
"The thing is, Crockett can't do the surgery. Goodwin won't let him," Kelly put forth.
"Have you talked to Goodwin?" Stella quizzed.
"Not yet, no," I answer.
"Then go talk to her. You said it yourself, she needs this surgery," Violet pointed out. "So do it."
"It's not that simple, but I'm sure as hell not giving up. I'm going to go talk to Goodwin now," I admit. "I don't know how I'm gonna do it, but I'm gonna convince her to let me to the surgery. I don't care if it costs me my job. I'm not having my girlfriend die."
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"Absolutely not. You know our policies here. We can't have you operating on someone you have a relationship with," Ms. Goodwin reminded me. "You're too close to this case."
"I know the rules. I'm just asking you to reconsider them just this once," I request.
"Dr. Marcel," Ms. Goodwin started, only for me to cut her off.
"With all due respect, Ms. Goodwin, every second we stand here arguing is a second that Y/n is getting worse. And I'm not gonna let my girlfriend die because of some stupid policies!" I exclaim. "So you can suspect me or revoke my privileges if you want. Hell, you can even fire me. But nothing is gonna stop me from saving Y/n's life."
Y/n's POV
"Ugh," I groan groggily as I opened my eyes. "Why is it so bright in here?"
"Baby. Hey," Crockett breathed out as he entered the room, taking a seat in the chair next to my bed. "How are you feeling?"
"Pretty good. But that could be because you guys are pumping me full of painkillers," I note as Crockett's hand gravitated towards mine. "Did the surgery go well?"
"I would hope seeing as I was the one who did it," Crockett replied.
I smiled. "You convinced Goodwin to let you do it?"
"Not exactly. Lets just say I'm not exactly in Goodwin's good graces now," Crockett announced.
I frowned. "What? What do you mean?"
"She told me I couldn't do the surgery, but I wasn't gonna let you die, so I did it anyways. Her and the board are having a meeting right now to figure out what the next course of action should be," Crockett informed me.
"Crockett, if I knew you'd get in trouble, I wouldn't have insisted that you do the surgery," I confess.
"Hey. I don't regret a thing," Crockett claimed. "Seriously. You are my top priority. Not this hospital, and certainly not my job."
"Dr. Marcel," Ms. Goodwin summoned and entered my hospital. "May I have a word?"
"Whatever you have to say to me, you can say it in front of Y/n," Crockett said.
"Okay. I just got done meeting with the board. While what you did goes against our policies here at Med, you were doing what was asked of your patient. And while Y/n shouldn't have been under your care in the first place due to your relationship, the board agrees that you took the course of action you believed would save her life. And you did. So there will be no serious consequences for your actions," Ms. Goodwin revealed. "However, we will need to discuss some minor rules I will need you to follow for the next few weeks."
"Sure. Okay. Thank you, Sharon," Crockett exhaled.
"Don't thank me. Thank the board. As for you, Y/n, I'm glad you're feeling better. I hope you have a speedy recovery," Ms. Goodwin wished me before exiting the room.
"I love you. You know that, right?" I ask Crockett.
"I do," Crockett affirmed and leaned over to peck me on the lips. "And I love you too. Now, as much as I would love to hog you, all of 51 is still waiting in the lobby. They'd all like to see you if you're up for visitors."
"I'm probably a little high on painkillers right now, but who cares. After all, besides you, they are the only other people who have really seen me at my lowest, so seeing me loopy on meds is nothing. Send them in!" I chirp. "But once they're all gone, you're gonna go out and grab some takeout cause I am not eating any shitty hospital food."
Crockett laughed. "Of course. Only the best for you, darling. I'll get you whatever you want. Now, I'm gonna go grab them from the lobby. Sit tight and I'll be back shortly."
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Confessions
Sam Winchester x GN S/O
Word Count: 1,603
You sprinted through the forest, a particularly nasty werewolf right on your heels. The full moon illuminated the way, the forest blurring around you as you expertly dodged wayward branches, trees and roots. You didn’t really have a plan beyond keeping it interested in gnawing on you since Sam had taken a pretty hard hit earlier and was probably still recovering.
The younger Winchester's back had been introduced to one of the cabin walls, the long abandoned building shuddering with the force of the impact. He had wheezed for breath, the werewolf looming over his crumpled form and your mind went blank at the sight.
Then, next thing you knew, you had a metal pipe clutched in your hands. You knew that it wasn’t silver -so it ultimately wouldn’t kill it- but it would do enough damage to get its attention.
You violently drove the sharp end right into its back and ducked out of the way when the werewolf howled in pain and swatted at you.
You danced out of reach as one its huge, clawed hands wrapped around the metal sticking out of its back and yanked it out before throwing the stained pipe away with a clatter.
Its gold eyes locked onto you and your own gaze darted from the creature to the door before making a break for it.
You heard it follow, its nails scrabbling on the hardwood floor as you burst out the door and took off into the woods, which brought you to your current situation.
You were getting tired now, and you knew you couldn’t keep your game of lethal tag up forever so you veered off in a wide arc in order to lead the rampaging beast back toward the cabin that it had been hunkering down in for the past few moon cycles.
You hoped that Sam was up and functioning by now since he was the one with the werewolf-killing bullets, your own gun and silver knife having been inconveniently lost when the werewolf threw you out of one of the rotting windows upon first contact.
You were coming up on the cabin, glimpses of the ramshackle building peeking through the trees and brush as you dodged left, the werewolf’s lunge missing you by about a foot.
You felt a rush of relief when the screen door was shouldered open and a frantic Sam stumbled out. He looked a little worse for wear, but his wide hazel eyes were lucid when they found yours.
His hands were steady as he raised his gun, the barrel pointing right at you as his finger settled on the trigger, ready to fire.
You watched as Sam's index finger flexed and dove to the side so he had a clear shot of the creature gaining on you.
The werewolf didn't even have time to change course before a gunshot cracked through the dark forest, Sam firing on the creature until his magazine clicked empty.
The beast wavered on its feet for a tense moment before promptly crumpling into a furry heap, kicking up a cloud of dirt.
You flipped over onto your hands and knees, blinking at the corpse that had fallen a few yards away from where you had landed, which shifted back into its human form in death.
"Y/n? Are you okay?" Sam asked as he quickly loaded a new clip into his gun, his eyes darting between you and the unmoving werewolf.
A bark of laughter pushed from your throat, your gaze sliding away from the dead body when you heard the crunch of Sam’s boots drawing closer.
You offered the worried sasquatch a reassuring thumbs-up, but he looked unconvinced, the man hovering for a moment -probably looking for blood patches- before offering you one of his massive hands to help you up.
You didn't hesitate to take it, your eyes narrowing when his lips curled up into a knowing smile once he had you on your feet and steady.
"You lost your weapons, didn't you?" He snorted and you half-heartedly shoved at his shoulder, but muttered a begrudging affirmative to his statement.
Sam's laugh was loud and delighted, the moonlight highlighting his sharp features, softened with amusement. Sam pressed closer, throwing a careless arm across your shoulders. You took the added weight easily and without comment, your ego could stand being his crutch for the mile or so it took to get back to the Impala.
"Oh yeah, laugh it up, chuckles. I'd like to see you outrun a werewolf." You grumbled petulantly, but you could never stay angry when he laughed like that. Even if it was at your expense, you liked making him crack up anyway.
Since the moment you had met, he had always seemed terribly lonely, forever trying to pile far too much onto his own broad shoulders.
So if you could take some of that crushing weight off him -even if it was only for a little while- best believe you would be right there to carry you both for as long as Sam needed.
His laughter tapered off as his features darkened into something troubled and your gut twisted at the expression.
"I’m sorry. I should’ve been there to help. You could've been seriously hurt."
Sam always had an uncanny ability to just worry and, while you didn't mind that someone cared about your well-being, you got concerned when it seemed like Sam was wearing himself thin in order to take care of others.
He often gave so much that he forgot to keep some for himself too.
"I'm okay, you're okay. Werewolf's dead, we had it under control." You shrugged and Sam snorted, but he knew when to pick his battles. If you didn't have an immediate life threatening injury, you both knew he'd end up wasting his breath because his speech would be in one ear and out the other.
You were as stubborn as a mule on your best days, but Sam somehow had the patience of a goddamn saint. He deserved more credit than he was given considering he dealt with both you and Dean on an almost daily basis.
"Ah, there she is. Hello, Baby." You crooned as you led a limping Sam to the passenger side, fussing over him after he slumped down into the seat with a grunt of discomfort.
You were more than happy to take the keys that Sam had dug out of his front pocket though, grinning as you made your way to the other side.
Sam looked like he was experiencing something akin to instant regret as you climbed in, anxious warnings about not damaging the car spilling from his mouth as soon as you settled in behind the wheel.
"You worry too much." You hummed with an eye roll, slotting the key into the ignition. Sam didn't appear all too reassured by your very truthful remark, leveling uncertain puppy-dog eyes at you.
You winked at his wary expression before slamming your foot down on the gas pedal, the Impala's rear tires tearing into the earth and spraying gravel before gaining traction.
The car took off with a roar, swiftly carrying the two of you away from the wrecked cabin and cooling body and toward the lightning sky, toward home.
"You're gonna get me in trouble with Dean." Sam huffed, slowly releasing his tight hold on the dash seeing as he had jerked forward when the car had suddenly lurched into motion.
You merely met his pout with a smug smirk, your restless fingers tapping out a random rhythm on the wheel.
“Dean loves me.” You sang teasingly, your eyes sliding back to the long stretch of road before them and Sam let out a breathy chuckle, his hair falling over his eyes as he shook his head.
He leaned back into the plush leather bench with a huff of air, his head lolling back onto the top of the seat as he stared at the roof of the car.
“He’d be stupid not to.” Sam murmured, his soft tone catching you off guard and causing your gaze to snap over to the passenger side in order to watch him.
“You’re a great person. You're driven, kind, funny and don’t take shit. You can handle yourself and I always find myself amazed by the things that you can do, like winning an argument with Dean or outrunning a werewolf.”
He kept his eyes on the roof like it was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world and your brows drew together.
“Sam?” You asked hesitantly, unable to name the electricity suddenly crackling in the air as you placed your foot on the brake, the car rolling to a slow stop on the shoulder of the road before you put it in park and turned to fully face him.
Sam lifted his head and peeked over at you when the leather underneath you squeaked with your movement, looking extremely nervous as his hands fidgeted in his lap.
“You’re amazing.”
The declaration was quiet and Sam finally met your curious gaze head on, his eyes full of that unnamed emotion, the ever-changing hazel bright and genuine.
You moved before you had even decided what you were going to do, sliding across the seat in order to close the distance between you. One of your hands moved to brace against the backrest as the other cradled Sam’s face, pulling him that much closer.
Then you were kissing. His lips were chapped as they pressed against yours, and you were both in desperate need of a shower, but you couldn’t help but think that it was perfect.
Prompt: Confession
#supernatural#spn#sam winchester#sam winchester x reader#hunter reader#bamf reader#case fic#hunt gone wrong#love confessions#this is fluffy y'all
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Hi this is my first time requesting for this blog but I really love all the stuff that people including yourself write. I wanted to request a fluff piece about the reader getting transported to the pokemon universe and all the people and pokemon becoming a found family with the reader. I'll only request that Nanu is apart of it since I don't see a lot of stuff for him but anyone else is up to you. If not thanks for brightening my day anyway.
Oh God, this got so long I'm sorry your Faller!mc idea just fascinates me!
I saw this as a slow burn story but I sped it up
An ultra Wormhole tore open the sky but this time instead of an ultra Beast a human fell from the wormhole and onto the warm alolan sand.
Nanu just so happened to be "patrolling" the area with a shopping bag full of Pokemon cat food when he sees a person in the sand his officer training takes in and he dropped his bag to see if you were still breathing
You are carried back to the police station and while you were laying on the couch as Nanu scours police files, for something pertaining to you maybe family members or id showing that you are a citizen of a region...
..Nothing...
Now nanu is aware of the faller phenomenon he has been told by Looker to keep an eye out and report to him if anything happens...
as Nana was on the phone. His meowth and Persian but at this point gathered around you sniffing and pawing at you.
You move in your sleep eyes slowly opening... the first thing that you see is a Meowth staring directly at you. You quickly jump awake scaring the Pokemon away from you.
Nanu notices you're awake and walks over to you " I saw you were in the sand, that was a pretty nasty fall are you okay?" You, Looker, confused still staring at the meowth inching away as it comes closer. " what you saw a Pokemon before?"
"A-a what?"
....
According to Looker and prof. Burnet, you were a faller but different than the rest they have seen. Other faller knew what Pokemon were. You didn't. You looked at these creatures as if they were alien to you because they were.
Prof. Burnet hypothesizes that you came from a world that probably didn't have Pokemon. That hypothesis was correct when they took a DNA sample with you
Everything in your genes looked human except for one DNA strand that set you different from everybody else...
" w-will I ever go home?"
You asked Burnet your eyes welling with tears.
... " unfortunately we have never found a way to bring back our previous fallers from their original dimensions."
That broke you.
Looker took you out of the room to comfort you.
Leaving Burnett and Nanu alone
" officer Nanu this is a large request but..."
"I'll do it"
"This - wait what seriously?!"
" they're not a kid I'm only here to give them shelter and a safe place to sleep."
....
It's been a while since you've been living with officer Nanu, his niece comes around every now and then to listen to memories of your old life( fuzzy but some parts you still recall)
Occasionally you help nanu with housework and chores.
You are still terrified of Pokemon occasionally you would get little glimpses of what Pokémon could really do on TV...
You are still obligated for a weekly to monthly check up with Professor burnet. Not only to see how you're doing but but also study this new world with no Pokemon.
To help with your Pokemon phobia kakui gave you a job at the Pokemon School.
The students loved you Pokemon was apparent but they were eager to help. The teachers would smile at recess watching the children gather around as you answer their questions like "how would your world would be able to live without Pokemon?"
You don't know why you feel this way started to feel more comforting to you than fear and confusion.
All the
suddenly this felt familiar to you, listening to the lessons and watching documentaries about how these creatures interact with their environment made you remember long car loads as a kid staring down at a screen.... Or sitting down and watching Saturday cartoons.
That moment acerola will never forget when you took her to the beach and saw you gently booped a pyukumuku.
the children put together a "graduation" where you pick your first Pokemon.
Kakui put three pokeballs on the table.
" now I brought these Pokemon here from another region, hoping to study them but I think you deserve one... you're always such a great and diligent worker and not only that to eager to learn somebody who has never seen the Pokemon before."
He pressed the button on each ball opening the capsules
Revealing to you your choices
A green cat, a red reptile, and a Blue Duck
" I think these Pokemon are perfect for you, they are new to you as you are to them. Their names are-"
Something unlocks within your brain your body moves on its own
" Sprigatito Fuecoco and Quaxly..."
#ro.chatting#who are you choosing ;)#this is the most fan ficy thing I've ever written#but that's okay because good Lord the brain worms#pokemon#nanu#pokemon sun and moon
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Moonlight Curls
Smurph's Masterlist
Series Masterlist
Part 3 of Death From Above
Warnings: allusions to sex, that's all I think
Summary: Tim takes home the girl from the bar. Feeling a little needy, he asks her to stay
“You never told me your name, you know,” Tim said as they walked. He only lived two blocks from the bar, and he’d given her the address as they left, noting how she wrote it in her phone before walking with him down the street. Good girl.
“No, I didn’t.” She didn’t look at him, a coy smile set on her face. “Did you need to know it?”
“Well, it’s always nice to have something to call someone when they make you cum.” A small heat rose to the backs of his ears. He was always straight forward but sometimes he surprised himself.
“It’s Hilly,” she laughed, tossing her mass of curls over her shoulder and adjusting her glasses. It sounded odd coming from her, a slight accent that clipped the name and was a bit thicker than when they’d first started talking. Eastern European? He wasn’t sure. “And what am I going to call you when I cum? Or are we not going to get that far?”
“Hey, I’m a gentleman, ma’am, the lady always goes first, second,” he counted on his fingers for her with a grin, “and sometimes third.”
“Those are some pretty big promises for a one-night stand.”
“You’ve been burned before?” A loaded question: Do you do this as often as I do?
Granted, he hadn’t done this in a while. He and Abby had been together for five months after about three months of dancing around one another at the courthouse. Once he set his sights on someone, that was it. So, if his math was right it had been about eight months since he’d had a one night stand. Christ, he was rusty.
It would make sense to him, her choosing one night stands. Seeing the things he had, he assumed it was an ex who had done that to her face, though he tried not to think about that. She’s going home with you for a release, not so you can fix her. Stop trying to fix things.
He couldn’t always help it. The nice thing about his job was that he got to tie things up, put the finishing touches on cases before they went to court. Catch the guy, release the case into the next level of the justice system.
“A time or two, I’m usually good at sniffing out the big talkers. Puffed chests and no brains. You’d think a dumbass would be good for something, but more often than not it isn’t the case.”
“And you, what? Saw me reading a shitty sci-fi book and decided I wasn’t a dumbass?”
She shook her head, “I saw you reading another book last week. Little Women, it’s one of my favorites. Takes a certain kind of man to read that book in a nasty Kentucky bar on a Wednesday without any reservations.”
“It was really good. I cried when Beth died.”
“Oh my god,” she grabbed his arm excitedly, curls bouncing in the moonlight, “ everyone cried when Beth died. If you didn’t, you’re a sociopath.”
“Tim,” he said, pulling her closer in the cool Kentucky night. The day had been alright for their lightweight shirts, but the temperature always dropped around this time of year. “That’s my name.”
She wrapped her arm around his waist, letting him lead her down the block. He tapped the gate to his yard open with his foot as they approached, holding it open for her.
A light breeze ran through them as they climbed the front steps. Hilly shivered against him, sliding a hand along the back of his shirt as he opened the screen door. Her hands burned through the fabric, so hot he almost flinched away from her.
“That’s a good name to yell, I think,” she said quietly, running a hand underneath his shirt as he unlocked the front door, her fingertips blazing against his skin. “You up for the challenge? Tim? ”
“I’ll make you a deal,” he grinned, standing with her in between the screen door and the entrance to his house. “You let me muss up that hair and I’ll make sure to satisfy you before you leave.”
“Deal,” she watched him for a second, “As long as you don’t ask me how I got them.”
His brow furrowed for a moment, trying to understand what she meant. He cocked his head in confusion.
Hilly swallowed as she looked at him cautiously, “The scars.”
He nodded in understanding. “Figured that was none of my business anyway. I’ve got one goal for tonight and it ain’t learning your life story.”
“Good.” She looked at his lips then back to his eyes, waiting for him to agree to their deal.
Tim stuck out his hand in the limited space between them. She stared for a moment before taking it, a grin splashed across her face.
“You got a deal, Hilly,” he whispered, using his other hand to cup her jaw as he kissed her. Gently, at first, turning her and pulling her into the house.
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Tim was jerked awake to the sound of a phone ringing. He sat up quickly, scanning the room, his eyes resting on Hilly, who had awoken to the sound as well.
She rubbed her forehead roughly, trying to wake herself up. She looked over at him sheepishly as she picked up her screaming phone from the nightstand.
“Sorry,” she chuckled quietly, trying in vain to rake her nest of curls away from her face.
Dickhead read the caller ID. Tim shook his head back at her, laying back down and rubbing his eyes.
“Baby, what’s up?” Hilly asked, standing up and searching the room, tugging on Tim’s boxer shorts as she searched for her clothes. “Is everything okay?”
“Oh,” she stopped in front of Tim’s bed, “I texted you the address. I’m fine. I just fell asleep. I’m sorry, darling.” There was that accent again, sleepy and sluggish, but still full of rolling “r’s” that wasn’t there in Hilly’s more coherent moments.
He admired her body from his spot on the bed, pulling himself up onto his elbows as she listened to the voice on the phone. Her bare chest shining in the moonlight from the window, his boxers riding low on her waist. Even with all of the scars on her chest, leg and arm she was gorgeous. Those dainty gold bars in her nipples made him want to take her all over again. They'd been a nice surprise the night before.
Hilly squinted at him as she caught him staring, angling her hips and posing for him before scanning the room again for her clothes.
She nodded, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. “Okay, Well, I’ll be home in twenty, and I’ll bring coffee. Alright, I love you too. Bye.”
She smiled awkwardly at him again. “Sorry, again. I know it’s early.”
Tim looked over at his alarm clock, 5:18 am , then back at her. “It’s alright, I’m usually up by now anyway.”
“Honestly, me too.” She threw some more clothes around, searching for her own things among Tim’s discarded pieces. “Have you seen my underwear or shirt?”
Tim shrugged, “I think both of those are in the living room. The shorts look good on you, though.”
“Oh, well, thank you,” she grinned, lowering her voice and shaking her waist in mock seduction. She tossed the phone on the bed next to him as she exited the room.
She came back a few moments later, in her panties and her sweater, her clutch and his boxers tucked under her arm. She sat on the edge of the bed next to him, popping open the clasp of her small purse and pulling out an elastic.
“I can’t find my bra anywhere. I think your couch ate it.” She tugged her curls back into the elastic, wincing as she hit a snag while combing it back with her fingers. “Maybe it’s in your breakup box.”
“Saw that, did ya?” His face burned as he thought of the box on the couch.
“Yeah, it was hard to miss. I’m sorry that happened, even though it gave me a pretty good Friday night.” She leaned toward him and winked, “I’m gonna guess it’s pretty recent?”
“Yeah, you could say that,” Tim said quietly, sitting up fully on the bed, his thigh brushing against hers as she tried unsuccessfully to tame her mane. “That wasn’t your husband calling, was it?”
“Sort of,” Now it was her turn to shrug and avoid. It wasn’t lost on him that she hadn’t elaborated. She was pretty tight lipped, he’d had to pry her name out of her and he wasn’t sure she’d been truthful about that, either.
Hilly stood back up, snatching her jeans off the floor. He watched her fondly as she tugged them on.
“Can I see you again?” he asked, surprising himself.
She stopped and looked at him, a soft smile on her face. “You don’t want to, trust me.”
“Yeah?”
“That was my very protective teenage daughter calling, for reasons I'm sure you can guess,” she sighed, gesturing to her face and chest, “who I live with and texted your address to last night in case you murdered me.” She took a few steps toward him, placing her hands on his shoulders as she approached. His hands reached around her waist automatically, resting on the small of her back.
“Besides, breakup box ? I don’t wanna touch that with a ten-foot pole, no matter how good you are in bed.” She leaned down and kissed him deeply. He could still smell her perfume.
“When I get drunk I like to sing Mamma Mia ,” Tim offered when she pulled away, “badly .”
“I would pay to see that,” she laughed, leaning back to look at him again. She brushed back his hair and gave him another quick kiss. “I gotta go, Tim. Thank you for keeping up your end of the deal.”
“Anytime, Hilly.”
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campaign 3 episode 22: laser brain
oh for the love of god
oh no ashley's trapped in the skype dimension again
can't believe ashley's just on a macbook screen and the camera is zoomed in on her
"the leisure suit larry remake I didn't know I didn't want"
god I want that thing
"are you a medium?" "I….could make it work"
love every time they talk about cad taliesin just goes "yeahhhh" in The Voice
"you're doing so good! and the pigtails are Working"
the sprinkle voice in between matt trying to start the episode
I said this during the 4sd liveblog but I have an actual keyboard and it's so comfy to use?? like I'm still getting used to like the different key weight or whatever but in general it's really nice
sorry I just went without a decent Typing Device for so long I'm really happy
does ashley have a thing making her bg match the lighting in the studio??
she DOES
"I don't steal, I just borrow. for a long time." "how many things have you brought back?" "...oh…"
"only steal from grumpy people" "anybody can be grumpy if you try hard enough"
nothing is ever happening in ashton's head
it's not a static ball fearne
or maybe it is, what do I know
"it is a smooth - " "criminal"
welp I guess it is
I missed her
[pops up like a finding nemo seagull] lore? lore? ashton lore?
"it's a desert. ask your parents."
Blurry Fearne
is it allura
play a haunting violin refrain
"have you seen these hands? they're like ballet feet"
put fcg inside the family kill circle
dislike
fcg starts an automaton union
I love one (1) robot
I had to step away for an extended period of time, apparently I missed Some Shit
525,600 minutes
oh no the robe is gonna get all nasty on the inside
oh damn
the 4sd song is still so good, wtf
I can never tell how old stephen actually is until I see him without his glasses
he's also stopped dying his hair, that helps too
orym always looks apprehensive, that's just his face
"which one of us can read"
I thought ribbons and fearne were assumed
marisha
laura do it
do it
taliesin: I'm going to die
yessssss
"honored end" with his dick out
"she sounds loaded" "kind of pricky to be honest"
VAX'AHLIA
"I stood in the corner"
"they were different episodes"
love them freaking out over the map
"try not to stand out too much" he says to the gnome, the dead lady, the robot, the faun, the shiny rock person, and the lady with purple hair
orym only stands out if anyone looks down
"sometimes it spins on the way down to a fiery death"
cookies from revolution grandpa for the plane ride
"I was told there would be no rolling"
am I the only one picturing Xavier's School from the original Xmen trilogy or
orym staring a hole through chetney
"you think he's a mass murderer?"
"it's always the nice ones"
"I had plenty of that before" he did kill santa
matt please drop rocks on these children
he's thinking about it
I love marwa so fucking much
Murder Apron
that's an scp
PORTABLE HOLE
Caleb's Produce Flame
lore? lore? ashton lore?
DUNAMIS JUICE???
DID THEY GET REINCARNATIONED OR WHATEVER THE WORD IS FOR IT
IS ASHTON A BEACON
ashton beacon theory supremacy
oh no I'm gonna cry
yeah there I go
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Abandon who you love, love with abandon
Hello, back with a new au and something that is plotted and thus will probably be finished.
It’s an andreil hans and gretel au so I love it and hope you do to.
You can also read it on ao3
Andrew could feel a pair of eyes on him. They burned at his back but he refused to turn around. He rolled his shoulders and typed harder at his keyboard. He didn’t know what Renee and Wymack wanted from him but they’d been staring ever since he entered the office and it was getting tiresome. As tiresome as anything could get if it happened from eight am to three in the afternoon.
He wasn’t going to say anything though. He was above it.
The desk at which the blond sat was set up with a wall of monitors and the newest military-grade computer. Nothing but the best for the FBI. Even for their underfunded star squad. That’s what Wymack got for picking from the people who barely scraped through the psych test. Or failed it as Andrew had.
Yet here he sat.
His attention got caught by an irregularity in the code in front of him. Something was up in the Nathan Wesninski case. Andrew’s team had been put on the case after everyone else failed to pin anything on Wesninski but the FBI knew something was up. They’d known for almost as long as Andrew had been alive. Two years ago however Nathan Wesninski and three of his closest friends disappeared off the face of the earth. Or so they thought because Andrew had just found one of them.
He and Renee, the other tech nerd, had been working on this code for ages to flag bank accounts and passports that looked just a little too much like Wesninski’s inner circle.
“Andrew,” Renee said. She pushed off on the floor and rolled towards him. “Wymack asked me to talk to you.”
“And he thinks that’s going to work?” Andrew’s fingers flew across the keys. Passport, name of M. R. Mero. Malcolm Romero. Two clicks later Andrew had his picture up on the screen. Different eye colors but the same man. Mole above his right eye and shaving scar on his cheek. He couldn’t be the smartest or Wesninski wouldn’t have been able to avoid the FBI for so long.
“You’re listening to me now aren’t you.”
“I don’t know, were you talking about the scheduled zombie apocalypse for October.”
“Andrew…” Renee tried placing a hand on his but he pulled away.
“Renee, I told you not to do that.”
She sighed and twirled in her chair. It was a nasty habit she’d picked up from her girlfriend. “Wymack says you need to start pulling your weight on the Wesninski case. He wants to know what you want in return.”
“He’s already paying me isn’t he?” Andrew Switched screens and logged into a different database to start checking bank accounts. He plugged in the information and waited.
“Then why aren’t you doing the work?” David Wymack walked into the dark room. “Would it kill the two of you to open a window from time to time?”
“There aren’t any windows in here,” Renee said. Andrew heard a hair tie snap against her wrist meaning she put up her hair. “There have never been rooms.”
Wymack grumbled. “I’m assuming that Andrew hasn't put in any effort into the Wesninski case yet.”
“Not on my account,” Renee said.
Andrew rolled his eyes and the screen finally loaded up. New bank account for an Australian bank accounts for Mr. M. R. Mero. Gotcha.
He let Renee and Wymack talk amongst themselves as he checked the information a final time and flagged the accounts. He’d let them know if anything came of it.
Steps echoed around the room as Wymack walked to Andrew and dropped a thin Manila file in front of him. “I think I found your challenge.”
Andrew looked from the file to Wymack before pushing it off to the side. “I didn’t ask for a challenge.”
“You also didn’t ask for a job, you midget but here you are. Open the file.”
Andrew rubbed his face with both hands. He’d been at work for twelve hours. Seven am to pm was too long when his best friend insisted on drinking during the evenings.
He pushed the file to the side again and waited for Wymack to leave the room, he took Renee with him. Andrew heard their voices disappear down the hall before snatching at the file. Unwind the thread, open the folder, flick, flick, flick with his thumb. Three pages. Three pages of information. His eyes caught on a rectangular note paper clipped to the bottom of the first page. Andrew nudged it loose and turned it around.
It was a picture. A family one. After three years of working in the Fox squad, Andrew knew Nathan Wesninski’s face better than his own, even the young version, but it wasn’t even showing. Next to him was a woman, short, with light brown hair. On Nathan’s shoulders was a small boy. His face wasn’t showing but Andrew knew that must be Nathaniel. According to the note on the back about eight years old.
The picture seemed to be taken during a good moment, with the wife and Nathan smiling but Andrew wouldn’t have become FBI if he didn’t notice the little details. The bruises peeking beneath sleeves and the tension around the woman’s eyes.
Andrew put the picture to the side and read the rest of the file.
Andrew hadn’t felt many strong feelings since he was little but hatred for Nathan Wesninski was steadily burning a hole through his chest. The brutal ways Nathaniel and his mother had been abused were detailed on the three pages in the file. Andrew felt sick.
His fingers didn’t shake as he put the file back together and shoved it to the side of his desk. He didn’t pace his office as he waited for the computer to light up with another hit on Romero. He didn’t do anything. He stared at the screen without seeing and watched the code shift as the program rolled on another screen.
“Nathaniel Wesninski.” The name rolled off his tongue. It felt a bit sour. Like milk gone bad. “For all, I know you’re dead on some beach as well.”
“That’s what I need you to find out,” Wymack said gruffly.
Andrew swiveled in his chair and found his boss standing at the door opening. Wymack walked over and sat on a chair at the small table Renee and Andrew used to collect printouts. “Why me? Renee can do this? Another department could just as well track a dead man.”
Because it’s a dead end. Andrew crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. “I don’t want to do it.”
“You will,” Wymack said. “Because you read that file and you want that eight-year-old boy to have justice just as much as I do.”
“You want me to find a murder victim? I’m an IT guy.”
Wymack shook his head. “I want you to find a twenty-five-year-old with a penchant for stealing his father’s money. I’ve seen the stuff Renee and you code. You’re the only one that can do this.”
Andrew could but that didn’t mean he wanted to. Nathaniel would have had years to figure out how to work around tracking. Every idiot with access to google could find out how to avoid getting tracked online. But fuck it he was interested. Nathaniel’s case hit a personal spot and it might help him to track down Nathan as well.
“Fine,” Andrew said and turned back to his monitors. “But you’re bargaining with Chuck to get Renee and me an office with windows next time you see him.”
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Rule number one of stealing is to not look conspicuous. Neil’s mother had taught him that when he was ten and left the supermarket by himself for the first time without paying for the groceries hidden in his school bag. He hadn’t gotten caught. Now fourteen years later Neil had just walked out of an old-fashioned second-hand computer store with a gaming laptop that had been there for cleaning. Neil Josten didn’t feel remorse about stealing it. After all, he was doing it for the greater good.
His own bank account.
Neil ran a hand through his brown curls and walked into a cafe two blocks down. Not close enough to easily be found but also close enough that when he left the laptop in the cafe it may someday return to the rightful owner. Or it would just get stolen by somebody else. That wasn’t Neil’s problem.
The cafe he’d picked out earlier was slightly crowded. Just enough for him to blend in but also to have a table to himself.
In all truth 'Don't be conspicuous' hadn't been his mother's first rule. There were many rules she'd imprinted upon his brain before she died on some sandy beach in America. Neil had never cared for the country he'd been born in and even less so now after his mother's death.
America was the country his father lived in. It was the country a previous version of Neil had been born in and spent all ten years of his short, miserable life. Then Neil left and saw the world. It wasn't any less miserable but it meant his life span was at least a little longer.
Neil walked up to the counter and ordered himself a sandwich and a black coffee. Don't be conspicuous. He waited in line, he told the girl to add a dollar or two to his tip and he spoke in the Australian accent he'd perfected over the past four months.
Four months of living all over Australia. Four weeks of driving along the East Coast. Four days of renting a room in Sidney with the money he'd pilfered from his father's contacts. It wasn't a grand life. It certainly wasn't the life of a pro athlete that he'd dreamt of as a kid but at twenty-five, he was damned proud he was still breathing every single day.
Neil collected his food and drink and walked towards an empty table in a back corner. He sat with his back to the wall and checked if nobody would be able to see his screen.
Drink, food, walls, privacy.
It only took Neil three minutes to crack the code on the laptop. A simple override code he'd learned in some IT class he'd followed at a German college. But now the real work. He took the driver out of his bag and connected the cables. A simple code scrolled across the screen and began downloading several programs onto the borrowed laptop.
The computer took long enough that Neil got to finish his sandwich. The programs opened in front of him and he got to work. Over the years he’d gotten accustomed to finding the hidden bank accounts of his father’s partners and his father. Nathan had been smart but there was always a telltale mark that something was his. Like a brand mark.
Neil idly rubbed his shoulder.
It took him about an hour to find the correct account and another two to hack in and transfer the money towards three separate accounts. Neil’s emergency account on the Cayman islands, one in the Netherlands, and finally a couple hundred towards a new bank account at the Bank of Australia. Courtesy of Neil Josten and his falsified passports and driver’s licenses. He’d pull the money out of there tomorrow at the bank. There was no way a machine was going to have all that money for him to cash out.
And cash was needed. He was already leaving too much of a trail by using a smartphone and stolen laptops. Someone only had to get to his level and they’d be able to track the breadcrumbs from account to account until they found him.
But twenty-five wasn’t enough. Neil wanted to get old. He only hoped his father would die before then.
He ordered a final coffee to go before starting to meticulously delete every file he just downloaded onto the laptop and made sure to clean the trash can. He logged out of the account and logged in with obviously wrong passwords a couple of times before closing the thing.
Neil opened his bag and pretended to put in the laptop. He placed it on the chair beside him and finished cleaning up his stuff. He got up and grabbed the coffee cup. Still warm. He raised a hand at the barista who’d helped him and walked out of the store.
He rubbed his eyes. The brown contacts were bothering him. He walked towards the harbor and sat down on one of the benches facing the Opera house.
Neil fumbled as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He was running out but he didn’t want to break into his emergency cash in case he needed to take a plane somewhere else. It took a couple of inhales before the cigarette lit. He took one more breath to keep it burning before watching as he let it burn down to the filter. He didn’t want the nicotine; he wanted the acrid smoke that reminded him of his mother.
He ground it against the bench to stop the flame and pulled his phone from his pocket. It still felt dangerous and with nobody to call it felt useless but the internet was the easiest way to gather information about his father. Within five minutes he was looking at the New York Times.
A new team was put on his father's case. New people digging into his past and coming across the origins of Neil Josten. Neil shivered and got some weird looks from people passing by. He was bundled up enough for late winter in Australia but knowing someone else could come knocking on his door was a familiar nightmare clawing on the solid walls of his mind.
He stood up and grabbed his bag. He’d go to the bank first thing tomorrow. Right now he needed to pack his stuff. He needed to get a new passport. He wouldn’t sit here like a duck to be shot but he wouldn’t run for a while longer. Neil Josten was as cold a trail as any.
The door to his apartment was swinging open before he’d finished his plans. He’d move in two weeks. That was enough time to get his papers ready and get the money to buy his ticket in cash. He’d be untraceable on some other continent. He’d be running but at least he’d be free.
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Story time with P
Hey there nasty tumblrs, thought I'd share a short story from my adventures today.
Let's start with the moral of today's story: Make sure your fucking haul is strapped down.
Now that is out of the way, let's begin. So today I had to do an in person renewal for my TSA Pre / Global Entry. This is my second renewal since I got it back in 2009-10ish and they wanted me to come in person for a super brief interview, updated picture and fingerprints and stuff.
As an aside, if you travel a fair bit, including international travel (yeah, I know, I am missing the fuck out of that), then TSA Pre is absolutely worth the price of admission for faster security screening and customs re-entry.
Anyhow, that meant traveling 2 hours from NW PA to Buffalo, NY for the interview. Since today was a rainy day it was mostly going to be travel, interview, eat, maybe do some shopping and back home. No big Falls visit this time.
Driving home, I was darting in an out of a fair bit of traffic outside of Buffalo, which is pretty normal since I-90 is the north most connector of pretty much the whole country, but certainly from upstate NY through to PA to OH, etc. etc.
Anyhow, going across 90, not seeing anything unusual, when traffic thins up a little bit and for whatever reason I was a good distance behind the vehicle in front of me ... Some kind of newer model pickup truck.
While I'm driving along in the same lane, I notice something flop OVER the bed of the truck and start flying back at me... thought it was a box or plastic, however I decided (in a split fucking second) that I would move quickly in to the left lane, as I was still watching it make its way to the ground.
Damn good thing I did, it hit the ground, a bunch of pieces broke off of this object and then rolled over it self maybe 5-6 times and with the right kind of inertia it rolled into the burm on the right side of the road, just as I started coming on it.
I looked over and here, it was this dude's (yeah it was a fucking "dude!") big gas grill that had come flying over the bed and did its magic tumble. Had I not moved over, 100% would have hit it and probably done a big bit of damage, or, given that I was in my convertible, maybe lost a head or two ... good fucking lord...
This dude was in a hurry to see god or something, as he was going 80-85 MPH ... and NEVER even knew he lost his load....
When I was finally able to come upon him (amongst other traffic forming, etc.) I had to pass him at 100 mph, and there was no way to get his attention ... so I said fuck it ...
All I wanted to do was get in front of him and NEVER let myself get behind him ... wondering what other torturous devices lay in wait to spring themselves upon me and my passenger.
Drove another 50 miles in front of him before I saw him get off...
I was kinda hoping he would get off where I was, so I could go up to him and ask him if he was thinking about grilling for dinner tonight...
Thanks for reading, and remember: Make sure your fucking haul is strapped down.
Peace out..
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I played The Quarry ch 2/3/4 in one big chunk
I am terrible at finding tarot cards! There was one where I walked into the room and the game was like, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD IDIOT PRESS X TO COLLECT THE TAROT CARD.
That said, I also got 2 cards (Star and Tower), said I wanted to look at Tower in more depth, and when I got to the pause screen to look at it again… the video clip was under Star. Uhhh… bug report? A shame, because Tower is the most evil bad news card in the Major Arcana, even worse than the Devil, Hanged Man, or Death.
8 years of shooting qualification and treat-never-keep-keep must have really gotten under my skin, because when Jake flagged Kaitlyn and Nick with the shotty, I flinched and yelled in real life. Also, giving a gun to a genuinely unstable person is not recommended.
Chapter 3 seems pretty early to reveal the (a?) monster, which was teased with green-o-vision spy cam but seemed distinct from the rednecks, and again looks very similar to UD's enemy. When it attacked Abi and Nick, something shot at it, which I assume is the (prev post) rednecks. Also, when Abi had the choice to run or hide, I remembered Jess and hid. Then I had the choice to climb a tree and I thought... this chick can't climb trees. I seem to have made it through okay!
Also learned from UD to take the shortcut, which got Ryan to Nick in… the nick of time. 😎 🏆
I'm kind of digging the reveals, though. The rednecks watching the kids and saying, fuck this and walking away. The weird bloated corpse in the lake, which to me is kind of like... yeah, creepy, but if you don't know it's there, and also you've been swimming in that lake all summer long anyway... does it really matter?
Btw, the muscle reminds me of Stephen Fry from the Kickin’ Ass sketch. Oren here will just tap along to the strange rhythms in his head.
Ohhh, the graphics are becoming harder and harder to overlook. The water looks TERRIBLE, which makes me think it was added to show off PS5 capes, and my PS4 is absolutely chugging trying to render everything, My PS4 is also coming up on 7 years of age. I had to force quit a loading screen twice already. PLEASE HANG ON BABY.
Thus far I have managed to badly misinterpret both of the tarot card hints I got: failed to take the fireworks with me, and, proving I forgot the lesson from UD and also the last chapter, opened a trap door, which got Emma killed as, frankly, anyone opening a trap door deserves.
Luckily, Jake was already dead at that point, because Ryan fired a warning shot into him. Fascinated by the VHS tape (what a fun design choice, btw, they are so cool looking [even if Video Nasty is an explicitly British term] and I’m dying to know the provenance of the fake director names) for that chain of decisions: Jake didn’t distract the hunter who freed him from the rope trap > hunter pours blood on Jake’s face > Ryan shoots Jake in the bushes. If Jake didn’t have blood on his face, would he have yelled, “hey guys! It’s me!!”? Did the blood enervate him? I assumed the blood had something to do with hiding from the monsters, not other normal humans.
Anyway, Nick got bit or whatever and according to a tarot card he will develop superhuman strength, presumably while transforming into these Nosferatu-looking mfers. Abi has been unfailingly kind to him, which will hopefully pay off when he loses all traces of humanity but recognizes the bright spark of her love and stops himself from ripping her face off. In chapter 5, I guess, because so far all the tarot cards have been hints for the immediately upcoming chapter. Which is a bit hand-holdy for my tastes, but also I forgot the totem hints 30 seconds after I saw them in UD, so I see where they’re coming from.
And Dylan… that’s not how infection works?? It doesn’t appear within 20 minutes as a black mold spreading through your veins?? And what did you want to amputate anyway, his shoulder?
I feel like Kaitlyn is an apology for Emily from UD after Supermassive didn’t realize how much backlash Emily was going to get for being assertive and opinionated (aka a bitch). I like Kaitlyn and the way she takes charge of situations, but it looks like she doesn’t get to be equally forthright/"alpha" in relationships.
Also, uhh… SM has paired the POC together again, but this time threw a wrench into it by also making it a love triangle including a gay guy. I have thoughts but I also don’t want to wade into waters I am not qualified to swim in.
Loved the narrative device of Emma as influencer filming videos that gives her an excuse to walk and talk, rather than give us a Heavy Rain-style button to read thoughts or just have the PC talk to themselves the whole time.
“Do we snoop through someone else’s belongings or do we open the spooky trap door and die a horrible, painful death?!” There’s another explicit UD ref. I remembered that lesson and didn't snoop in Max's bag in the prologue either.
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My Personal Anti Virus Experience
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The stars turn out in earnest for your summer of mayhem in Las Vegas, with Oliver Hudson popping in very briefly (see no. 31), Jennifer Tilly picking up a bracelet, and other brands Ben Affleck, Matt Damon and Tobey Maguire playing the game to a particularly competitive aspect. Anything which brings Shannon Elizabeth on the poker tables can't be bad, most desirable?
After you could have done this, you need to download a hot fix for that bug. Pay a visit to the Microsoft website and download geared towards service packs and tweets. Install the hot solution for NetIO.sys besides. It can be found be searching 'NetIO.sys' on Microsoft's website.
There are several approaches with regards to make homemade iced coffee, but frankly, most seem to be not good quality. The standard approach of brewing a pot of coffee, pouring it over ice, and adding a little milk and sugar, makes a lukewarm, watered-down coffee absolutely no strength. This is the best to be able to make homemade iced coffee like an expert.
Running machinery too close to the wall, using poor clayey soils that retain water, placing large boulders against the wall simply take shift and push to the wall are especially reasons for foundation suprises. Once the cause in the failure has been corrected, the repairs Avira System Speedup is certain to get under way.
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Probably essentially the most obvious will be make sure you have at least some basic protection. Several good free Anti-Virus programs are AVG Free, Avira & Avast. All offer great protection, however I would personally recommend Avira.
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loser
A fluffy socked foot kicks out across the couch, knocking Maran’s controller from his hands. He yelps and swats at the attached leg, scrambles to pick it up, but it’s too late. The game beeps and boops; a cartoonish chime through the speakers.
He sucks his teeth. As if the massive red defeat! screen isn’t enough of a clue. Maran likes to think that he knows what he’s on about when it comes to games. That he’s pretty good, too. She’s better. Nomi is weirdly amazing at nearly every single title she picks up. Kinda makes his dick hard, if he’s honest.
He glances at her. Her tongue pokes out between a scrunched nose and higher, teasingly narrowed eyes. His breath stutters.
“Again, really? It’s 3-0.”
“Nasty,” he accuses with an affronted gasp. He’s gotta work hard to square away the grin that wants to go there instead. Nomi looks so cute doing her squirmy victory dance it makes him dizzy. “You are such a bad fuckin’ loser.”
“You suck.”
“Dickhead. Oof.” He huffs, controller dropped to his lap so he can put both hands over his heart. Which leaves it — both, yeah, honestly — vulnerable. Nomi reaches over and bats away the controller again.
Maran yelps, watches its go skittering across the floor for the second time. He’s late to the next bit of the level as Nomi rushes her character ahead, giggling like a mental case. He tells her as much.
“Yeah? Beating you.”
She looks over at him, dark hair mussed in exertion from their play-fighting. It fuzzes and sticks around her in a halo. He blinks stupidly. Busy with that, his lax hands let the controller slide into his lap. Nomi sends it flying.
“You’re gonna break it.” He feels winded as he retrieves it, but he’s been doing nothing but sit all night.
“Reflexes are important Maran.” The next mini-game usually gives her a bit of trouble. Her tongue pokes out whenever she focuses up, hones in. Maran stares at her, feeling light in the chest. “Won’t break if you catch it.”
“Won’t need to catch if it hasn’t been tossed, now will I?” Maran snarks.
“Tosser.” Nomi snips back.
“I’m tryna fucking nap.” Ben grumbles from where he’s stuffed between them on the couch. “Fuck.”
*
They get rowdier in the proceeding level, snarking at each other during its puzzle; takes too long between them, Nomi claims. To be fair, Maran isn’t being much help. She gets frustrated and the prospect of a challenge makes her get dead serious; she leans forward, brow cutely scrunched in concentration. Loosens up, gets a bit more wilder, a bit louder, as the seconds trickle by.
He won’t say her frustration is cute, because that feels condescending. But she is distracting. Wildly fucking entertaining. So it’s not long before he comes properly apart at the seams.
At one point, he throws himself back against the cushions cackling loud and dramatic because she calls the level’s boss a particular name. Stupid one. Made up, real childish. Fucking adorable. He laughs so hard that he forgets the exact thing she says in the first place. Bog-arsed fuckface, maybe.
The giggly stitches linger. Make him sloppy, happy, distracted. Have his fingers feeling fat. His lack of focus makes the next puzzle impossible to complete. Nomi teases him relentlessly about that, her face split open into an unshy, in-private smile. His — Benny’s.
He fucks up again and again, same part each time, just to watch her laugh, too.
*
“Next minigame,” Maran announces an hour later at a loading screen, “I think the loser gives the winner a kiss.”
Benny, napping between them with his head tilted back against the couch and arms crossed, cracks one eye open.
Nomi snorts, peering at him from behind the rim of a glass of water. Those big eyes always make him feel like he’s a teenager again. Trying and pathetically failing to look a pretty girl straight-on for more than a few seconds at a time. He manages a couple seconds with Nomi, but not much more. She’s so much worse than pretty, which sounds awful but is true. Especially now, cheeks pink from teasing him, sweater hanging off a bare shoulder. Which is bare. Her shoulder. It’s bare.
Maran blinks. His brain offers a string of conclusions in rapid succession: shoulder, just sweater, no bra, ohfucknobra —
“Maybe a couple.” He amends, clearing his throat. “Kisses, I mean. Like, two per loss? Just a thought.”
“Real subtle. What if we tie?” We’re not gonna tie, her delicately mean smirk communicates.
Maran pretends to consider this, mouth puckered thoughtfully, because he wants to look at her a little longer. Then he shakes his head with a sigh. What can you do shrug to his shoulders, he demurs: “Guess we just gotta kiss each other, then.”
“You’re a loser,” Nomi announces, then scrunches her nose and wiggles her head at him. She only ever does that if her banter includes something like loser or prick or wanker. Offers the theatrics so it’s obvious for him —as if he weren’t already that those words would only tease at him, never fly with meaning. At other people? Sure, when she’s real pissed.
Nomi…mad? His thoughts start to unravel a bit on the image. He likes when her cheeks get pink, eyes all glint. Not sharp, how Ben’s pallid blue ones can flicker. He’s edge. Nomi is pure blunt force.
“And you’re going to be a loser again.” Maran doesn’t like Bristol on anybody else. Too condescending, posh the way people who haven’t been tease the word around. Works for Nomi and Nomi alone.
He barely tries the next round, he keeps his controller carefully tucked off the edge of the couch so Nomi doesn’t notice his lack of effort.
And, well, yeah, it’s obvious — it’s a win for Maran either way. Double-win. But Maran likes when she wins. He warms at her playful haughtiness, the shimmery confidence of that laugh. She gets big and silly, relaxes and unfurls. Most of the time, Nomi’s presence is whisper-quiet. Nearly invisible. Occasionally, especially when she looks at him, she’s a laser in a mirrored room. He figures that sort of thinking probably accounts for why he wants to fucking kiss her so bad all the time.
The defeat screen, quickly becoming his best wingman, flashes red. Maran squishes his eyes close and turns his face with his lips puckered. He waits too long a moment for any sort of respond. Really, he waits five seconds tops.
One brown eye cracks open. “Missing something.”
“You lost.”
Maran brightens with a laugh. “Oh. Right.”
He rocks to his feet and scoots forward. Gathers her face in both palms and squeezes her delicately rounded cheeks before pulling her in. Her breath smells of peach rings, and it makes it hard to keep it nicely chaste. But he does. A delicate, brief touch. Sometimes she’ll kiss him goodbye or hello exactly this way. Maran likes it just as much as he likes when her tongue touches shyly between his lips and he gets to taste her. And maybe sugar, peach rings.
Nomi pulls back with a tiny sigh that rams into the center of his chest.
“The thing people don’t tell you about this,” her pale, pretty hand gestures temptingly between the, so Maran snatches it to tangle their fingers together. He brushes a thumb over the glossy black polish on her middle finger. Benny’d done it for her.
“The…thing is you — you end up buying double the lip balm.”
Maran scoffs. “Must be so hard. Woe is fuckin’ you.”
He drawls it in a teasingly high whine as he crawls forward, braced to the cushion beside her knees. His nose touches to her cheek and Nomi tilts her head slightly, enough so their lips can brush again. For a split second, all the thoughts blink out of his skull.
Steady breath.
He sighs it out mournfully: “Aw. Nomi suffers so much. Ben, you hear that shit? She really suffers. Kisses whenever she wants them, hey? Awful.” He pecks at her mouth repeatedly, smacking and dramatic mwah, mwahs. If Ben adds onto the bit, Maran doesn’t hear him over it. Over Nomi.
“I’m serious.” But she’s laughing, giggling, madly. His head feels full of smoke as he sneaks closer and sneaks more kissing in between her noises. “I’m— just bought some and I’m…Maran — almost out already. Running up my bills.”
Maran hums and tilts away to put his eyes to hers. “Keep buying the same thing.” His tongue touches the corner of his lip, teeth flashing a grin before they sink in. “It tastes good on you.”
He goes in for another slow kiss, hooded eyes flitting down to that bare shoulder briefly. His fingers skate to cup the gentle curve. Nomi feels how girls always do: impossibly soft to the touch, perfect-temperature warm, give beneath his fingers.
Maran swallows around a lump within his throat, hoping it’ll disappear. Instead, it drops liquid hot to his gut. When he pulls back to assess her boundary, because it occasionally migrates and is about as holy a thing as he’s ever known, he frowns.
“Nomi? You okay?”
Her constantly moving, all-seeing eyes remind him of hummingbirds. Flitting around all quick and graceful. They go still now. Stare at him. Wide, massive and so fucking pretty, because naturally she’s got gorgeously balanced features. Of course she fucking would. The kind where everything just sort of fits where it wants, where it’s meant to go. His eyes slip around her face, dizzy and slow, trail to her shoulder before snapping up.
Maran shakes his head, offering her a shyly amused grin. “Ooh, sorry. Did we double zone-out, just then? Twins.”
Nomi blinks comically slow: once, twice, three times. And then she begins to shake her head, falling heavily backwards into her spot on the couch. Out of Maran’s touching range, which makes him pout.
“Nom—?”
She flaps her hand at him, shhhh. Maran purses his mouth quickly. He watches as one of her tucked-sleeve hands slips over her mouth. The other reaches for her controller.
He pauses. “Want to play another, then?”
Nomi nods mutely.
“Aw, now look wh-what you did.” Benny huffs. Maran, who hadn’t realized he'd woken up, twitches towards him. He’s offered a roughly affectionate shake from the hand cupping his neck. “Crashed Nomi.exe. What did I t-tell you about saying that shit.”
He tucks his tongue to his molars. “‘Give a fucker some warning, Mar?’ S’the one?”
Benny gives him another shake, then laughs too. Double-win.
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what about... Sonic Fighting game...
Sonic can be played by begginers but to get reall good with him you need to learn some more advanced shit like micro-dashing. He is mostly a rushdown type of character that it constantly on top of you looking for a way to get in without letting the opponent breath. He has a very good grab but it has a very small range so to make it more usable you need to learn micro-dashing to mix it with other attacks. He can go super and it makes all of his attacks better, but after a while it goes off and he is vulnerable. Plus it depletes all of his special bar
Shadow is a bit harder cos he is a charge character, instead of being constantly on you he is mostly on the defense and looking for a moment of which he can exploit, once he gets in he can unleash the nastiest combos known to man and make the opponent want to cry. He also can go super like Sonic.
Silver has many batshit moves but they cost concentration bar and to refill it he needs to stay still for a while while holding a combination of buttons and this leaves him vulnerable. He can go Super too... also all of his special moves are in italian. Because.
Belle is a puppet character, cos of course she would be one... the second controlling character with her could be motobug?
Big is a joke character until you meet a very dedicated Big player that kills you within 10 seconds.
Tangle is an aerial trickster, she can get almost anywhere in the screen with her tail and give you some nasty aerial attacks, but if she isnt careful she might get blown up by anti-airs. She also has an infamous long range attack using her tail that cover a good part of the screen and there is a load of memes about it.
Whisper is an all rounder, however to use her long-range attacks with her wispon she needs to set it up first, which takes a bit of time and leaves her vulnerable so you need to be sure you want to use it. But her long range attacks are very good so its worth it
Amy is a menace that most people dont know how to deal with and it takes a while to learn how to. She has both hammer attacks and card attacks, she can go to the air using her hammer bounce from sa1, many of her attacks are plus on block. Also she has an overhead. Her card attacks have long range. She has many combos that involve ramming you up over and over against the wall. She can counter too. What many people dont notice at first when playing against her is that her nastier attacks have a long startup and can be interrupted easily.
#these are some of the ideas that popped up in my head for now...#the fighting game brainrot is back but i dont have the time to play them AAAA#will settle back to watching matches instead...#sth
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Hit Man
Director Richard Linklater Stars Glen Powell, Adria Arjona, Retta USA 2023 Language English 1hr 53mins Colour
A load more fun than your average Nietzsche-quoting movie
There’s a bunch of people in the media who reckon Glen Powell is on the verge of proper movie stardom. I learned long ago that I have no talent for picking winners, so I won’t offer an opinion on that, but he’s certainly co-written himself a blinder of a role here.
Gary Johnson (Powell) is a geeky lecturer in philosophy and psychology in New Orleans. As his students point out in the opening scene, there’s a huge gap between his full-throttle philosophical positions and his meek lifestyle.
But Gary has an improbable side hustle (and, as it happens, there was a real Gary Johnson who did both these jobs.) He helps the police with stings on people who are trying to hire a hit man. Initially, he’s one of the crew listening in in the van, but then there’s an an emergency and he gets ‘promoted’ to the person playing the killer for hire. And, to everyone’s surprise, it turns out he has a flair for acting and improv.
For a guy currently best known for appearing in Top Gun: Maverick, the chance to go full Peter Sellers and do a wild variety of looks and accents must have been pretty irresistible. Of course, that can be a recipe for something truly terrible but, fortunately, Powell is very good and very funny in these scenes.
One of the tricky bits for a movie like this is settling down from a series of entertaining set pieces into a main plot that has to keep us interested. So often, the need to tell a conventional story makes everything very plodding. I won’t spoil what happens in this one but Richard Linklater manages the transition smoothly, aided by the chemistry between Powell and Adria Arjona.
Beyond that, nailing the tone in a crime comedy is something that trips up filmmakers all the time. Is it OK to be silly when murder is a possibility? How do you balance a feeling of peril with good jokes? When is something dark comedy and when is it just sadistic? The post-Tarantino 1990s, in particular, were rife with films that got that balance horribly wrong and ended up both glib and nasty.
Linklater has made some of my favourite movies, but he likes to try a lot of things and doesn’t always succeed. His last three films are generally considered to be not up to scratch. The two I’ve seen have been disappointing but in very different ways.
With Hit Man, though, he’s got it absolutely right: it’s the good kind of daft but with some interesting ideas being discussed, the casting is great (from Retta and Sanjay Rao as Gary’s police colleagues to all people trying to hire a cheap assassin) and it rattles along.
Powell has actually been around for a very long time – he first worked with (his fellow Texan) Richard Linklater way back in 2006* – but if his time in the spotlight has come, this film makes an extremely good case for him.
*I first remember him from Linklater’s 2016 movie Everybody Wants Some!!, but the first thing I would have seen him on screen in was 2005’s The Wendell Baker Story. That film – which I think was unfairly dismissed – was made by the Wilson brothers, and Powell certainly has a touch of both Owen and Luke in Hit Man.
I saw Hit Man at the BFI London Film Festival 2023
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Soul Silver! Return to Kanto
April 12th
So tim to return to Kanto! Honestly this is basically a gauntlet I am just going to race through. There is very little story over here so its just the gym battles which are basically single type elite 4 battles.
The SS Aqua takes me tto vermillion. I have truffle so I may as well start here!
I start with Mamoswine and take out a Raichu, Magneton and the electrode with Self Destruct. I quickly realise he is only bringing in pokemon that can damage Truffle. Electabuzz is in next and it knows low kick! So I quickly switch into machamp to take it (it does more than I expect). Before finishing the last two pokemon using Machamps Earthquake. So far so good.
Next up is Janine. I race down the cycle path choosing to ignore Saffron and Celadon city due to high levels there. While I'm at it I train up Truffle and muscle more knowing they will be important.
Janine is fine especially compared to her father but that weezing was nervewracking. Sirst she brings in Crobat. I answer with mamoswines Avalanche taking 2 wing attacks in the process. Next up is Weezing which gets a toxic off as I try to whittle it down with Avalanche. At his point I am absolutely terrfied of an explosion. So I switch to Stantler who finishes Weezing with Zen Headbutt taking a double hit on the switch in. Finally I switch into Ninetales who can easily sweep the remaining 2 ariados and Venomoth. Mamoswine was not the choice for this a good psychic type does loads better.
Last but not least is Sabrina. I head north east through Kanto to train up as her Alakazam is level 55. I train Feraligatr and Ninetales due to their dark type moves. But generally raise all the pokemon.
Sabrina starts with Espeon. I start with Feraligatr. I use Swords dance as she uses calm mind. I am already afraid of a psychic here and Espeon does outspeed me so I go straight for Crunch hoping it will be enough to sweep now. Fortunately Espeon just goes for Calm mind again so I am safe and remove the Espeon. Next up is Alakazam who does so an insane amount of damage with Psychic (I was anticipating energy ball and gave Feraligatr a rindo berry to help). A crunch however does take care of him. For Mr Mime I switch into Ninetales to finish with a few nasty plots to overcome the light screens and finally a dark pulse to finish.
Altogether a great little time. I am not too worried about the other battles. Misty, Blaine and Blue look like they will give me the most issues. But obviously I am in conservative mode to try and save as many pokemon as possible for the second run against the pokemon league. Fingers crossed all will go well.
Badges won: 51!
Pokemon Used: 122
Pokemon Defeated: 28
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