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blazehedgehog · 1 year ago

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Given they’re soft rebooting again… what’s your Jurassic world 4/jurassic park 7/ Jurassic animals and also Triassic and Cretaceous animals make life difficult: the movie pitch? I feel like, as fun as the sequels can be, they’ve lost the science parable and horror/thriller elements of the classic - for all its faults; at least lost world has that.

Hmm... I'm gonna think like a movie executive. What's hot right now? AI's hot, right? It's the buzz. I propose a hard reboot.

Crichton's original novel opens with this big screed about a near future where we have "designer genetics." Genetic manipulation gets easier and easier and I think it's said Jurassic Park takes place in a world where it's getting to the point that parents can custom-order what kind of kids they'll have by selecting specific genetic traits. (It's been a while since I've read it)

Jurassic Park the movie shows human beings physically modifying genetic code by hand using VR displays, but Mr. DNA also admits that "a full DNA sequence contains 3 billion genetic codes." So it's ridiculous to assume that a human being could edit the genetic code by hand. One sequence would take years to get right, maybe even a lifetime.

So our story is that we have some 20 something silicon valley tech bro. He got outrageously rich off of crypto and NFTs and was smart enough to cash out early. We frame him as altruistic but around the edges we can see maybe he's not the greatest person. It's suggested he knew crypto was kind of a scam, which is why he got out early, but obviously he was in crypto at all to begin with, which does not bode well. But he's supposedly "one of the smart ones." Now he's rich! And cool! And using his powers for "good." He's beloved in pop culture.

The next wave is here. Neural network LLM Artificial Intelligence. He's all in. It's the next crypto. And he starts a company that uses LLM AI to "solve the genetic algorithm." He spins this out into a financial empire where people can custom-order pets with specific traits. But obviously people with a lot of money start wondering if maybe they can get more... exotic products.

With the realm of cats, dogs and parrots conquered, our techbro begins phase 2: recreating extinct animals. This is a guy who thinks he's going to save the world by restoring lost links in the food chain (without doing enough research to see how that would change our existing ecosystem, since he could be resurrecting an invasive species).

He's going to debut the first of his phase 2 work at an event he's calling Jurassic Park, because he's going to demonstrate the first living dinosaurs in 65 million years. Jurassic Park will continue to operate as a massive nature reserve; a symbol of his control of life itself.

Obviously: everything goes wrong. The AI has never had to change this much genetic code before. It has to make up whole entire sections of DNA. The end result is unpredictable, but techbro is confident that if the AI sequenced things well enough that something could actually hatch from the egg, then it's safe.

It is not safe.

Not only do we not understand anything about dinosaur behavior, these technically aren't even dinosaurs. They're genetic mutants. The on-site dinosaur expert brought in with the press to verify Jurassic Park's claims quickly realizes that while some of these dinosaurs are accurate in some ways, a lot of them have hard deviations away from known science. Muscles that aren't quite right, appendages that aren't the right size, things like that. Maybe their brains and brain chemistry are slightly different.

The question remains whether known science was wrong or whether the AI made something up that was never true.

The question is brought up again when we learn a technician within Jurassic Park sabotaged everything intending to steal the genetic learning data from techbro's servers. Techbro says the thief poisoned the data and that's gotta be why there's mutations.

The security systems fail. The thief has left them to their creations. Jurassic Park as we know it happens.

Since a lot of movies have to deal with this, all throughout this, nobody has phones. To prevent leaks, all of their phones were confiscated before they entered Jurassic Park and locked in a security checkpoint. Our techbro, maybe as a sign of solidarity, even gives his phone to the security guy. We could even say maybe they've been having security issues beforehand, to set up the thief hacking everything before he actually does it.

Anyway, since our thief sabotaged the park's own communication channels, a lot of the movie is about getting back to that security checkpoint, breaking in, and getting their phones so they can call for help.

Oh, and also: all of Jurassic Park's vehicles are electric, too, and tied into the security mainframe. Since the park's whole security system was hacked and disabled, none of the vehicles can be operated. The only thing that works are these little golf carts, but they're small, can't go very fast, and offer little protection. Maybe our survivors try one, it gets smashed by a triceratops, and they're too far away from the depot to go back for a new one. So a lot of the movie is them traversing the park on foot.

As they're being chased by dinosaurs through the park itself, they end up deep in the core of a genetics lab. And it's here we learn the dark truth: there is a wide margin of failure. The recently deceased specimens are all kept for study and learning and there's a lot because the AI fails often, and it has to be taught not to do that. We see dozens of disfigured animals. Bits and pieces of dinosaurs, pets, and even, in one tank... human parts. These tanks are labeled "phase 3."

Not only are the mutated dinosaurs not the work of sabotage, this guy's been trying to create genetically modified people. We have our big "what have you done?" moment of horror. One of the last surviving members of the press is going to blow the whistle on this place. It's over. Maybe it's someone we build up as the techbro's new friend discovering that their hero wasn't who he said he was.

Just then, a dinosaur bursts in and kills that person. Drama! Tragedy!

Obviously, the survivors find a way out. Techbro has to live with his own conscious. Multiple people died at his hands on this day and he had a hand in creating some of the worst sins against nature mankind has ever seen.

(Or maybe we stick to the original Jurassic Park book and he dies just before getting on the escape chopper.)

#questions #Anonymous #jurassic park #reboot #this is almost fanfiction #llm #ai #nft

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1moreoffkeyanthem · 1 year ago

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Do you think Stan will have a junk food phase in the beginning of his sobreity?

Cause I can't see him as a smoker, unless he stayed an edgy goth teenager

I can't see Kyle as a smoker either. Nor actually being fond of alcohol

I’m with you on that I can’t see either of them as a smoker really, but I must admit I can see Kyle having the occasional cigarette moreso than Stan (I have no explanation for this other than Jwink’s Winter Butterfly lmfao). None of my versions of the characters have done much smoking, other than the odd Kenny, Kyle, and Craig. Now if Stan’s foray with the goth kids continued, definitely, though I also enjoy when he has asthma so idk. Stan’s definitely not fond of weed tho, I will stand my ground on that Randy turned him off of it for life lmao.

Kyle I see as more of a wine guy on the occasion that he does want a drink (this is probably also Jwink’s fault tbh what can I say I enjoy a lot of their Kyles), but not in excess and pretty rarely. Ofc I’m of the headcanon that later timeline OJV Kyle has his trivia night hangouts at the local bistro with Craig, but that’s the only time either of them really drink, especially with their husbands in the program.

Onto the bulk of the ask! I ABSOLUTELY think Stan had a junk food phase in early sobriety! Excessive alcohol consumption kills your appetite and depletes your body of pretty much every vitamin in the book, and I said before that if Stan looks a little more filled out it probably means his drinking is under control. Once he’s over the withdrawal hump and can keep food down again, he’s RAVENOUS especially for anything that provides quick energy. Snacky type foods in particular, mainly in the evenings when he’d previously be drinking, as a replacement habit. And while I see him as more of a salty guy than a sweets guy (ironic considering what a sweetheart he is), he went crazy on the chocolate early on. He’s definitely a chocolate guy I stand by that. Ice cream was a staple in apartment 3 for a while. I feel like he was constantly eating for a hot minute there, recovering from his final bender and once his cravings calmed down, he got a lot more normal about food, which was a relief to both himself and Ky. He has a big appetite naturally when he’s healthy, but he also has kind of a sensitive stomach (bro likes spicy things but his digestive system doesn’t rip same) so he starts prioritizing what makes him feel good again. That’s also when he starts hitting the gym again, knowing that he feels better mentally when he’s moving his body, going on hikes, working out, and out of that depressive slump he can finally face his insecurities and apply at the vet clinic. And of course that’s when Moose comes into their lives. (Moose’s lore can be found under the Mooseposting tag I fucking love that cat) I really enjoy the idea of Stan and Kyle going to the gym together too, AND the idea of Stan working out with some of his AA buddies (can u tell I just really like talking about sober Stan). He’s definitely tried to get his sponsor to come with him too lmao but Mark’s old as hell and IS a smoker “c’mon dude, you can walk the track or something!” “I’m too old for that bullshit, Superman, get one of the younger kids to work out with ya” fuck I love Stan’s AA geezers I may do another Bedtime Story with them (his sponsor is deadass based on a real person I met a few years back). Also I love the headcanon that the buddies at undrunk club call him Superman.

But yes, eatin good, staying active, making his way through bags of hot cheetos (the lime ones for sure) even though he knows they’re gonna make him nauseous, that’s a much better habit for Stanathan than drinking is!!!

#god I love sober king Stan so much #OrangeJuiceVerse #asks #PCE answers things #stan marsh #lmm voice: look at my son #style #them #headcanon #sobriety #my shit #kyle broflovski #Moose everyone’s favorite immortal cat #mooseposting

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castlebyersafterdark · 8 months ago

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lpsg anon here. so generalising massively, i can only assume the forum is mainly men considering the way the language was so direct compared to tumblr, mainly women (sorry vinny). it was objective but almost not objectifying, because it came from this place of self acceptance? i sort of understood how men dont consider their objectifying of women to be such, because it comes so naturally as a factual thought process. 'he is hot - fact' etc. whereas women, ya know, have more to protect and uphold reputation wise sadly.

i kind of liked their freedom, but it certainly made for more boring reading compared to the horny poetry we have here haha. re: noah, as you asked, it was just one mention, they were talking about a recent pic of finn (lots of the same ones as shared here!) and saying he's got long arms and they wonder what else is long (really, men? really? such a cliche lol), and then one person asked if he's been in any romantic links lately, another said he's been single for ages and some trash about elsie (at this point i could no longer believe it was all men cos this is the exact style of tumblr girl gossip lol), and then one of them said something about him being linked to noah cos of shipping. the idea of shipping being mentioned on a forum like this really throws me, is that ignorant of me? but honestly the whole thing was like the gossipthings blog but less anxious hahaha

like they said something, others were like 'oh ok' and then they moved on and continued thirsting. so much more chill than here hahaha

You were the original anon that sparked the nonsense and madness last night and you got buried under my inbox avalanche!!

I do think the demographic is mostly men, though it seems there are some women there, and even certain sections catered to them as well - there's a whole subcategory section called "Ask A" and fill in the blank with gender/sexuality. But otherwise - yeah. Which is often the stereotyped case when the site in questions leans heavily into sex and prn. Even if formatted primarily to a forum threads set-up.

No offense taken, I've spoken about my love of fandom culture and comfort I've always found on this side of fandom compared to the other options out there (although - I recently looked through some articles on tumblr stats/demographics and it seems like the gender divide is split pretty evenly? Interesting). I like tumblr/creative based fandom more. With the posts and fic and art. It seems as a young boy, I had two paths in front of me as a nerd / fanboy: Youtube video essay vlogging or tumblr for fanart and gifsets and fic writing 🤣 Doesn't it feel so silly that way sometimes? (Though, I was also a Reddit bro for a long while as well). But I recognize that there is a female-heavy side to certain spaces in fandom and it's amiss to not acknowledge it. I've loved it. Not really ever phased but who's chilling around me only. Off topic!

I see your points, interesting observations. I'll admit, it's fun getting swept up in the off the cuff statements on a site like that. Reeeeking of cliches, so very heavily. The repetitive and obvious questions like men, men!! Men, are you kidding me? Don't you have anything else to say other than "I wonder how big he is? Cut or uncut? What type of underwear does he wear?" Gentlemen. Put those horny minds to work!! I get that there's likely a lack of blood-flow happening to your brain but get it together! Be more interesting!

I tend to find myself... well, wanting to think at least I'm more of a champion for the poetic side. I think that's probably true. I prefer my horny posting with a twist of romanticism to be honest and if that makes me sound pretentious I'm not mad about it!

It was really interesting to read at least in a comparison sake to the spicy blogs around here. Very different vibes. I absolutely love our analytical thirsting to be quite honest.

#asks #Queued

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sleepy-achilles · 1 year ago

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Hi! I have a request. I have would love to get more of Leon’s rebellious teen phase in the family of destruction. I know he and taker didn’t get along too well then, but I’m a sucker for angst 😭!

I adore Teen Leon and I'm kinda mad I don't write them as kids more. I like teen Leon more than adult Leon. Fuck adult Leon.

Also your reminder, because ik some don't read the notes, asks are now reopen and I will be answering them the same day or as soon as possible (incase I suffer writer's block)

Sweet 16

Bro went from the sweetest child in the whole world to a literal spawn of Satan when he hit 16. No? What do you mean he was traumatised and his 16th birthday incident pushed him over the edge? I would never do that to a character 👀

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"Have kids they said. Kids will be the apple of your eye" Taker growls as he slams the report down onto the table. Leon tilts his freshly scarred face as he rocks his feet which are sat on said table. "Why couldn't you be like your brother?" Taker sighs. "What a complete and utter loser?" Leon asks. John glares at him. "None of that now" Shawn scolds. Leon rolls his eyes as shawn taps his feet. He lowers his feet. He's asshole to everyone but Shawn at the moment.

Taker knows why but he doesn't want to speak it, mostly for shawns mental health than anything. But a little someone has followed too much in their papas footsteps.

"I get your having a tough time at the moment, but you said you were ready for school, so what's up with the grades?" Taker asks. "Im sorry, I said I was ready to go out and about again, not do well in school. I never did. Besides I think having my grandfather slashing my face open should give me some leeway as you know it only happened four months ago" Leon snaps as he stands up. He stares taker down. "Now if you excuse me old man, me, mattie and val have plans" Leon huffs grabbing his jacket and walking to the door. "No! Because your grounded!" Taker yells. "Ha! Grounded? Fuck off!" Leon yells before the door opens and slams shut.

"I liked him better when he didn't speak" Taker mutters. Shawn slaps his arm. "You don't mean that" "If he doesn't, I do" John whispers. Both men look at him. "What, he's nicer when he can't speak. In fact he was a lot nicer before Paul turned psycho on him" John admits. "Yeah I know bud. Go get ready for bed" Shawn sighs. Taker watches as John leaves. "Hes gonna do a lot of damage." Taker warns. "I know. But we gotta be careful. It's not just trauma is natural teenage rebellion too. I know damn well you were like it and well I didn't get mine until my 30s" Shawn shrugs picking up Leon's report. "And too be honest he's not wrong. He was doing horrible in school before his 16th. He's just dropping in art and history now which I will talk to him about as I know he likes those subjects" Shawn adds. "I just want him to do well." "I know that and he will too one day. Now are you waiting up or going to bed?" "Bed" Taker mutters.

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"Your parents are gonna kill ya" Mattie chuckles as he blows smoke towards the sky. "They are cute tho" val smiles poking her fresh tattoo. The trio got group tattoos just below their ribs. Mattie got a wolf skull with a small butterfly wearing a crown. Val got a butterfly that's pattern makes a skull, she got a small pawprint with a crown just above the butterfly's head. Leon got a skull with a massive crown on its head, the skull has a small claw mark up the side and a butterfly clinging to the other side. "Yeah but you two took it too far" Matt states. "What makes you say that?" Leon asks sitting up. "Well you both got your nipples pierced" Matt states. "Oh yeah, and when my face fully heals I'll get my nose done, some sick snakebites and then work on my ears, My ears are gonna be covered" Leon smirks.

Val chuckles and leans forward between Leon's legs. "Get your cock pierced" she smirks. "How much?" Leon tilts his head. "I know whoever wins the next match for their team picks the losers next piercing location" Matt smirks. "Deal" they all shake on it. "You know damn well Leon woulda been tatted up and pierced up if the shop didn't refuse to do more work to cover their own ass" val states. "Or the fact they are scared his father" Matt hums watches as a car races past them. "Ain't that brads car?" Leon asks sliding off the hood of Matts car. They watch as Brad and his friends climb out. "Thinkin what I'm thinking?" Mattie smirks. "Damn right, get the bats" Leon smirks as the other group walk into the mall.

Taker groans as the phone rings. He rolls over and lifts the phone off its holder. "Mm hello?" He mutters. "Im sorry to call you up so late taker but your son is smashing up Mr Daniels sons car up and refusing to get off the car." Officer Bode sighs. "That fucker" Taker growls sitting up, causing Shawn to wake. "Where is he?" "The mall carpark." "Ill be there now" Taker hangs up, throwing the phone back into the hold. "Whats wrong?" Shawn yawns. "Your son is destroying property. That mall was the worse thing I ever built." Taker growls standing up, grabbing a tshirt. "Want me to go?" Shawn asks. "No. I promise not to kill him" Taker mutters grabbing the trucks keys. Shawn frowns as Taker storms out. He glances down at Charlie. "Lets hope it's the last time" Shawn sighs as the dog steals takers spot. Shawn looks at him as Charlie just huffs at him.

Taker is going to loose his head as he pulls up and sees Leon stood on the roof of the car. He watches as Leon hits the mirror off when the cops move closer.

He slams his door. "LEON!" He yells as he walks over. Mr Daniels pulls Brad back as the man walks over. "Im so sorry Mr Daniels. I promise to pay to get this repaired" "don't be sorry dad! His son is a piece of shit!" Leon laughs. Taker looks at val and matt who are leant against the cop car. "You two involved in this?" Taker snaps. "Yessir." They both mutter looking down. Taker looks back at Leon. "Get down now" he orders. "Or what?" Leon snarls leaning against the bat. "LEON! Enough! Down now!" Taker yells. Leon huffs and walks forward until he drops down to the floor. Taker snatches the bat off Leon and throws it to the floor.

"Are you fucking crazy? Bode has every right to throw your scrawny ass in a cell" taker growls grabbing his jacket. Leon just glares at him. "What if I want him in a cell! Look at the damage!" Daniels yells. "Then we'd have to look into that file against Brad last summer." Bode states. "Dad it's fine, Mr Michaels has said they'll pay for the damage. Me and my mates are fine." Brad pleads. "What will it be?" Bode asks. "No charges. But I don't want him anywhere near my property anymore" Daniels snaps. "Of course. I'll make sure of it" Taker promises. "Thank you Mr michaels. I'll drop these two home and speak to their parents." Bode states. "Good. I'll be speaking to them tomorrow too. Now excuse us" Taker nods, pulling Leon towards the truck.

Leon jerks out of his hold. "Let me go" Leon snarls as he storms towards the truck. "Are you fucking crazy!" Taker yells as they get into the truck. Leon sucks in his cheeks as he stares out the window. "Lets go home." "What the hell are you playing at? Hmm? Be angry at me, push me, do not start terrorising the people of my valley" Taker tells him. This causes Leon to snap. "Oh but they can terrorise me?! He's been bullying me and my mates since we where kids! He harasses Valentina and he assaults me!" Leon barks. "You goto an adult! Not do this shit!" "We went to an adult! And as you heard, daddy's got money so this shit gets swept" Leon scoffs. Taker sighs and rubs his cheek as he starts the engine up. Leon turns fully towards the window.

This can't get worse.

----Posted this part before-----but yeah-----lets mix it up--

Taker had to open his big mouth.

Shawn had to leave the arena to go home. When taker found out he was going to the police station he teleported straight there.

"Why Lee. Look at you" he hears Shawn sigh. Taker steps up to the front desk where Bode is waiting. It's late after all. "Go home, ill lock up" Taker tells him. "Sure thing" Bode throws him the keys before walking out. Shawns quiet as Taker walks towards the cell. "What the fuck have you done?" Taker growls as he opens the cell and walks in. Leon stumbles back as the door slams shut. "Do I need to repeat myself?" Taker asks. "It was a fight party. Its not the first one it won't be the last." Leon admits quietly.

Taker would hate for his kids to be scared of him. But his anger towards his son is too high to care right now. "Look at me! What did you do!" Taker growls getting closer. "I took it too far. Hurt the kid" Leon mutters looking down at his bloodied knuckles. "Look at me." Taker sighs. Leon doesn't move. "Look at me!" Taker orders. Leon glances up, his lip tucked in so he can fiddle with his snakebites.

"I have been nothing but patient with you.-" "like fuck. You go in guns blazing. Yelling, slamming things. You've never been patient." Leon snaps. Taker stares at him. "Ok. Lets do it that way" Taker states walking away from him. "What? What way?" Leon asks as Taker shuts the cell and locks it. "Ill see you tomorrow when your bail is Posted. If your bail is Posted." Taker states. Both Leon and shawns eyes widen. "What? You can't leave me here!" Leon barks. "Damn right I can. Breaking cars, breaking into buildings, shoplifting and now putting kids in hospital? It's about time you sit in here and think. Sweet dreams leon" Taker snaps before he leads Shawn away

Shawn closes his eyes as his son yells and pleads for them. He knows takers right, but that's his baby boy behind those bars. Shawn opens his eyes. No. No, right now? Right now that's not his baby boy. That's a empty shell of his baby boy.

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Leon fiddles with his lip piercing as the family eat dinner. "So how was the first day of school?" Taker asks. "I got accepted into a club!" Cassie smiles. "A nerd friendship group is not a club" Leon mutters. Cassie frowns at him. "Dont be a jerk." John mutters. "How about you Leon? Did you meet the therapist?" Shawn asks. They all agreed Leon should try speaking to the school therapist when he goes back. And boy did Leon fool them. "Yeah, slept with him and then hung out under the bleachers for an hour before I had to go back to class" Leon smirks. Taker chokes on his beer and shawns eyebrows raise as he turns from sipping his wine to downing it.

"And that's our cue to go and do your homework" John hums lowering his fork. "Yeah..." cassie nods picking up her plate.

Taker stares at Leon as the other two kids escape. "Im sorry what? Leon did he-" "God no, if anything he's more scared of me. He's hot, I'm hot, he's probably done it before tho as he didn't hesitate at all. So yeah might wanna get him checked out there Daddyo but I am not a victim" Leon huffs. "Leon you cannot sleep with an adult who's supposed to be a teacher or someone who we trust to look after you." Taker states. Leon looks at shawn. Taker copies. "Oh no, he's got me on this one. All you or I look like a hypocrite" Shawn admits. "Oh my god" Taker groans. "Yeah sorry dad, your losing this one but hey, found your mysterious predator. Again" he mutters the last part. "Did you just say again?" Taker asks. "Nope, gotta go" Leon hums standing up.

"No Leon you are g-" "grounded? Yeah we know that isn't happening, me and mattie are gonna go joy riding before grabbing Valentina to eat and watch a film" Leon chuckles before leaving.

Taker looks at shawn. "Im sorry baby but he knows too much about me. Ministry era was a weird time for us" Shawn sighs. "You slept with the school therapist?" "My history teacher. Needed a grade." Shawn admits. "What are we going to do Shawn? How far do we let this go before someone dies?" Taker asks quietly. Shawn leans back. "We get Kevin involved. We do what we did with me." Shawn admits. "Hes in the ring every week Shawn." "No, he's a sports entertainer. He needs control and patience" Shawn states. "Could work."

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Leon is 17 when he starts training with his uncle. His violence crimes start going down, but he's not completely out yet. No, he still has some rebellion stuck in him.

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"How's Lee doing?" Scott asks. "Hes doing good, no more fights, no more crimes. Just got that damnd attitude still" Kevin answers as he accepts a beer off taker. "Tell me about it." Taker sighs watching cassie and John play fight. "Hes definitely pushing those two away still" Taker adds. "Where is he now?" Scott asks. "Got in a fight at school, cassie saw it so shawns sorting it with the school." Taker mutters. "Thought he wasn't fighting anymore?" Goldust asks as he passes a beer to hunter. "Thats the issue. Cassie states it was scary, Leon just stood there and took it. Never fighting back once. I'm worried we might have put the wrong ideas in his head" Taker sighs. "But he fights back in the ring" goldust states. "Hes performing for the crowd then, it's different." Hunter points out.

"So now we are worried because he's no longer fighting?" Scott asks, clapping as cassie knocks John down. "Atta girl!" He calls. "No I'm worried about how his brain is working at the moment. Pushing his siblings away, allowing himself to be pushed around, obviously he's still arguing with me. I'm just waiting for him to be caught with drugs or alcohol" Taker sighs. "You don't think he's going completely down that path?" Hunter asks. "I hope not. He probably won't gain anything from it. But he's definitely spiraling" Taker admits.

"It'll be okay, I think I'm getting through to him" Kevin promises.

"I hope"

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Leon huffs and groans as he's shoved against the old matt, his face pressed into it. "Wanna tell me why your so angry at your old man? Heard you ignored his birthday" Kevin asks as he lowers himself. Leon growls and bares his teeth at him. "Ah ah, none of that bullshit with me, you know better than that. I know you better" Kevin tuts. Leon closes his eyes. "Gonna speak to me kid or you gonna keep hitting me a bit too hard?" Kevin asks. "Uncle." Leon taps the matt. Kevin sits back and watches as Leon pulls himself up to sit.

He keeps his eyes down. Kevin takes in the scar on the boys face. It's no longer red and raw. It's healed as best as it probably will, still bothers him if it's too cold. "Whats going on up there?" Kevin asks quietly. "It was his knife." Leon whispers. Kevin raises an eyebrow. "What?" "My dad's knife. That's what Paul used to do this. It belongs to him, it sits in his office in a case." Leon explains looking at Kevin. Kevin spots the watery look in his eyes. "Ah kid, I get what that looks like but your father would never want to hurt you" Kevin sighs. "You don't understand. You didn't experience Ministry like we did. Like I did. I'm the chosen one. No one experienced it like I did" Leon whispers hugging his knees.

"Ministry and your dad are two different people" "I know that! I get that! But looking at the face of the man who terrorises you is never easy" Leon snaps standing up. "Your dad terrorises you?" Kevin asks noting the lack of past tense. "No. Not now." Leon lies. Ministry is stood around him as he speaks. Taker? Taker would never harm Leon. But Ministry? Ministry haunts him like a ghost.

"Are we done? I'd like to go home." Leon asks. "Yeah, same time Thursday?" Kevin asks. "Ill be there" he nods before climbing out. Kevin hums to himself. Well now this is something. Leon is still a scared little boy, and Kevin doesn't blame him.

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Taker watches Leon as he searches for something. "Looking for something?" Taker asks. Leon sighs and closes the draw. "Can you just back off?" Leon snaps looking at him. "I wanna talk about what happened." "So Kevin told you what I told him? Cool. I don't want to talk" Leon states. "Leon...I'm worried." "I don't care! I really don't fucking care! I've stopped my crimes! I've stopped fighting! I've got my grades leveled and you still breathe down my fucking neck!" Leon yells. "Because I care! You are on a spiraling road and I want to help!" Taker snaps back. Leon taps his fingers against the cabinet.

"You don't want this Leon. I know that." "You don't know what I want." Leon mutters, keeping his eyes on the floor. "Youll never know." Leon sighs pushing away from the unit. Taker watches him as he walks out. "One day we will be fixed. I promise." Taker sighs.

Leon tilts his head down as he blows smoke out.

Shawn sits next to him. "Gonna have ago at me?" Leon mutters. "No. Glad your smoking outside instead of in the house" Shawn shrugs. "Smoke reminds dad of the house fire." Leon points out. Shawn looks at him shocked. Maybe they all had it wrong.

"Yeah, it does. That's nice of you Lee." Shawn nods. "Im an asshole, not a monster. He doesn't deserve that...he doesn't deserve any of this" Leon mutters rubbing his cheek. "But your angry at the world and need someone strong enough to handle it, because you cannot and no one deserve to suffer" Shawn hums. Leon looks at him. "Yeah...how.." "I did the samething. I was suffering and didn't want anyone to know. So I turned it into anger and your father and uncle hunter suffered the brute of it." Shawn admits. "Guess we are alike" Leon huffs looking at the sky. "Yeah and I'll always be sorry for that." Shawn mutters.

"No one's telling you not to be a rebellious teen, it's part of growing up. We just want you to be happy again." Shawn tells him. "I know. And I'm trying. We've all cut the violence and petty crimes out. Payed for stuff stolen. Repaired things we broke. Replaced broken things. I'm just...lost still." Leon explains. "And that's okay. Your young, one day you'll find yourself and this will all make sense." Shawn promises. "Yeah? You promise?" "I promise. Now your dad will be home soon, what shall we have for dinner?" Shawn asks. "Let me buy you all a pizza, to say sorry" Leon offers. "Sure. A pizza will easily win cassie and John back but also show dad your trying" "Oh I've already won cassie back, brought her that bike she wanted" Leon smiles. "Well thanks, don't know what to get her for Christmas now" Shawn huffs. "Oh please she could give you a list a mile long" Leon laughs.

Shawn smiles. A sound he hasn't heard in ages. "I love you Lee." "Love you too".

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Leon didn't find himself until he was 24. He still had slip ups with violence and his anger but it wasn't bad. He wasn't teenage rebellion anymore once he hit 18, he was just a rebel.

He came to accept the truth of what happened. He became a brat but a brat people actually liked being around. He's still an asshole. But he knows when to quit.

Him and taker still fight, of course they do, they have strong opinions and are similar enough in the sense they'd clash over a spoon and a spork. But they love each other and they'll always have each others back.

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I'm so sorry 😞 Its 12am. So I'm pretty tired whilst writing this but I know you wanted angst which led me off Leon's rebellious activities so I hope that's okay. I also wanted to make sure I didn't repeat myself fic wise, which I obviously started to so but changed the scene up a bit.

I really like teen Leon's character. But old Leon and child Leon have a soft spot in my heart. Especially with both out there fighting bad guys and child Leon killing one whilst teen Leon was just out here being a literal criminal.

I do want to write more of the kids being, well kids, Leon was such a ball of sunshine. He went from sunshine to moon to now being eclipse. And well John and cassie have always been sunshine.

I will gladly do a fic focusing on Leon's actual rebellious activities if that's what people want.

Maybe one day we will find out who got the gential piercing 😅🤣

#wwe #shawn michaels #the undertaker #wwf #hbtaker #undertaker x shawn michaels #shawn x undertaker #leon michaels #the family of destruction

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brianedner · 5 months ago

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PinesQuest 2D Novelization, Chapter 6

Pinesquest 2D, a Romance of the Second Dimension

Ch.6

After their realization, the two twins were pacing in the middle of the Shack, explaining everything they had seen so far that finally made sense. They were so exasperated they were talking over each other.

“A puzzle that gives you a helpful reward in the middle of hostile territory.”

“Creatures that appear out of nowhere and attack us for no reason.”

“Vanquished enemies leaving gold and items behind.”

“Able of walking around while injured without issue.”

“Getting stronger after beating up monsters.”

“Infinite storage of gold and items.”

“Clothes and jewelry that boost your stats.”

“Not being able to benefit from certain items.”

“One of us has healing magic.”

“The other has offensive magic.”

“Food that restores your health.”

“Items that remove status effects.”

“Poison that ends when the fight ends.”

“Getting gassed by poison but not being affected when the person next to you is.”

“A shopkeeper in a safe area.”

“A room filled with doors that send you to other areas.”

Soos and Tad stood to the side and watched the twins mutter and pace like madmen, their faces worried.

“Should we do something to help them?”

Soos shook his head. “Nah dude, it’s best to let them work it out of their system for now.” He then pointed at the two, heading over to them. “And it looks like we’re in the next phase.”

Dipper went up to Tad and pointed at him.

“Did you know we are in a video game?”

“We’re not in a video game.”

That brought everyone up short. All the humans in the room turned and looked at Tad slackjawed.

“What?”

“Dude?”

“I know what video games are. I’ve seen and played several of them before. And while I admit that certain portions of how reality works here mirror behaviors in video games, you are not trapped within one.”

“So we weren’t placed in a video game; the world is just acting like one?”

“Precisely young lady.”

The twins groaned while Dipper lowered his head into his hands in shock and annoyance.

“Great, just when we thought we knew what was happening, we get more questions.”

Mable patted Dipper on the back as she smiled at him.

“Look on the bright side; this means that anyone who attacks us is fair game for us to beat up with no moral issue. Especially if they just pop up out of nowhere.”

Dipper smiled at Mable. “Thanks, that actually does make me feel better. Maybe Robbie and Gideon’s will pop up, I still have some issues I want to work out.”

Soos chose that moment to get their attention.

“So if you dudes are feeling better, are you ready to find the others? If the world follows video game logic, someone will either be at the end of the Mancaves or at the start of the next area that can only be unlocked by completing the Mancaves. Either way, we need to go back.”

With nods from the kids, the group headed back to the Mancaves.

-Mancaves-

The group stood in front of the cave with their weapons drawn.

“Is everyone ready?”

“Ready bro-bro!”

“Ready dude!”

Dipper nodded. “Alright then. Soos, what kind of magic can you do?”

Soos smiled before holstering his hammer and holding out both hands in finger-up claw shapes. His left one began to spark as electricity arched between the fingers. His right hand began to look like a torch as a small flame emanated from his palm.

“I can shoot lightning at people and let your weapons deal fire damage for a few attacks. I don’t know my exact stats or the system of stats being used, but I think I would be best at the front based on my weapon having the shortest range. Dipper’s spear would be best if stationed behind me and using me as a shield. As for Mable, her ranged attack means she would be best in the back. Especially since we need to keep her on her feet so she can heal us.”

The kids just looked at Soos in shock. He looked at their expressions with confusion.

“What? I play a lot of SwordQuest and JRPGs. Party composition and placement is paramount.”

Dipper shrugged after hearing that.

“Alright then, unless Mable has any objections to that placement?”

She then took off her gold necklace and handed it to Soos.

“Here, this will help protect you. If you're upfront, you need all the help you can get.”

“Then let’s go and find the others!”

The group paraded into the cave as Soos suggested. It was still familiar to Dipper, but he did notice several changes from his last visit.

“Looks like the cave has gotten bigger since I was last here.” He then noticed the natural cauldrons of lava next to a river. “The lava pits were all in one room near the hot springs, and there isn’t a stream in the mancaves.”

Soos shrugged. “The designer probably just wanted more space for the level and used assets they already had to make it happen. The river is probably there to show us something we won’t be able to get to until later. Either by the path backtracking or us gaining the ability to cross it somehow.”

Dipper sighed. “Tad said this isn’t a video game, but the truth is probably something along those lines.”

Just as Mable was about to speak up, a cloud of dust was thrown up in front of them, and a familiar Manotaur appeared.

“Hay Chutzpar! Are you an NPC like the gnomes or sentient like us?”

Chutzpar didn’t respond as he punched Soos in the stomach with a massive blow that knocked the wind out of him.

Dipper seized the opening this gave him with a wind strike right in the elbow. The arm wobbled but held firm against the blow.

“Got our answer! Let him have it and apologize if we’re wrong!”

Soos nodded and pointed a clawed hand at Chutzpa’s face.

“FEEL THE THUNDER!”

He then unleashed a burst of electricity into Chutzpar’s face Palpatine would be proud of.

“Take this!”

Suddenly, a metal hook flew from behind them into Chutzpar’s face. He stepped back after the blow but quickly regained his footing before taking a deep breath.

“ROAR!”

The scream echoed off the cave walls, causing Dipper and Soos to shackle their heads at the sound.

“The Gremloblin did something similar, a scream that sometimes terrified us when we heard it. I’m ok.”

“Same here dude.”

“L grq’w nqrz zkdw wr zulwh khuh.”

Dipper turned to look at his sister, who now had cartoonish, swirly pupils in her eyes.

“Mable?”

She responded by raising her grappling hook and firing it randomly, hitting a stalagmite and shattering it.

“Wklv lv mxvw wr iloo vsdfh.”

Soos and Dipper looked at each other worriedly. “Looks like there are status effects here, dude!”

Dipper was about to respond when he saw Chutzpar pulling back his arm for another punch.

“Look out Soos!”

While he was never good at it, Stan had taught Soos some boxing moves. The one move he was confident in his ability to perform was a block, which he did so now. His foe might have been 4x his size and strong enough to turn a train to scrap metal, but Soos had the power of love and video games on his side and held firm.

“Let’s see if the way to a man’s heart-“

This had the benefit of leaving Chutxpar wide open for a strike from Dipper’s spear right in the gut before unleashing a Wind Strike inside the wound.

“is though his stomach!”

POOF

Chutzpar turned into mist, leaving behind a pile of gold coins.

“Are you ok Soos?”

He just shook out his arms and shot the kids a smile and a thumbs up.

“I am A.OK dude.” He then turned with Dipper to look at Mable, who was rubbing her eyes and groaning.

“Ugh, what happened? Why did I think breaking a cave tooth was a good idea?”

Soos, the video game expert he was, spoke up.

“You got hit by what I think is the ‘confused’ status effect. It made you attack in random directions and might have even had you hit yourself if you were unlucky. At least that’s what that status effect does in the TTRPGs and video games I’ve played so far.”

Mable got wide-eyed before Dipper placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t worry, you didn’t hurt anyone. If this happens again, either Soos or I will restrain you and aim you at the enemy. Just do the same for us, ok?”

Mable returned his small smile with one of her own. “Ok.”

She then turned back to Soos, looking at his bruised arms.

“What about you Soos? Want some healing?”

Soos shook his head. “I just gotta shack the soreness off and hold my head up high with my 95% HP.”

The kids looked in shock.

“How do you know that?”

Soos shrugged. “I just gave a number to what I’m feeling. I have no idea how accurate it is.”

With the kids shrugging, Mable then raised the point she attempted to make earlier.

“How about I use my grappling hook to get me and bro-bro to the other side to see what’s there?”

Soos and Dipper both shook their heads.

“NEVER SPLIT THE PARTY!”

“Even if you and I can deal with the enemies on the other side, I doubt Soos can handle dealing with the ones on this side if he is attacked.”

“He’s right, Hambone. I know your hook is strong, but unless it’s strong enough that you feel comfortable taking all three of us over a river, let’s come back to this later.”

Mable didn’t look dejected and just handed the hook to Soos.

“Then let’s see if you can get us across then.”

Soos looked at the hook with reverence.

“I will treat your grappling hook with the same care and respect you do. Hold onto me, kids, and let my body carry you onward!”

The twins then grabbed onto Soos’s legs as he fired the hook into the ceiling and hit the recoil button.

ZIIII-THUNK

The line went taught, but the group stayed on the ground.

“Hun, sorry, dudes. Looks like I’m over the weight limit for this ride.” He then looked at the hook in confusion.

“Um, Mable? Do you know how to retrieve the hook in situations like this? I don’t want to break it.”

After a little coaching from Mable, Soos was able to retract it with only three stalactites falling to the ground around them.

“Don’t worry Soos. We can still walk forward through the caves. I just hope we can get to that other side of the river later.”

“You mean walking around it?”

Soos and Mable looked at where Dipper was pointing, and sure enough, the river was just an inlet they could walk around in under a minute.

…

“I vote we pretend this never happened.”

“Agreed.”

“No one will ever know of this.”

They then proceeded to put words into action before seeing two patches of mist form in front of them.

“Here they come!”

In a second, two manotars appeared before the group.

“HAMMER TIME!”

Soos then raised his new hammer and brought it down on top of one of the manotaurs heads.

“Let’s get to the point!”

Dipper then drove his spear into the manotaur’s knee while hiding behind Soos to keep himself safe and deprive the enemy of mobility.

“I don’t have a clever quip!”

Mable shot that minotaur in the face with her grappling hook, giving it a black eye.

The injured minotaur pulled back its left fist at the same time its friend pulled back his right, and the two unleashed their combined force into Soos’ hastily raised guard with enough force to knock him onto his bum as tears of pain leaked from his eyes.

“SOOS!”

Dipper leaped forward and jammed his spear into the armpit of the injured minotaur while he was distracted by striking Soos. Mable aimed at the uninjured one’s head before realizing something and aiming elsewhere instead.

As the injured minotaur was turned to mist from Dipper’s attack, Mable opened fire right into the minotaur’s towel with her high-powered grappling gun.

THUNK

Dipper, Soos, and Mable all stared in shock as the minotaur barely reacted to the blow, just as the gnomes hadn’t reacted when Dipper’s spear impaled them.

“Is that a minotaur thing or a construct thing, Dipper?”

“Less questioning and more fighting Soos!”

“You’re the last person to tell people not to question things, Dipper!”

As the twins slightly bickered, Soos delivered a devastating upper strike with his hammer to the chin of the manotaur to further drive it back.

“Get back, you mad cow!”

The minotaur then attempted to punch at Mable while she was out of formation, but she was able to scuttle out of the way in time.

“Get away from my sister!”

Dipper charged forward and impaled the minotaur in the back, aiming to the side of its spine.

SQUISH

Dipper saw as the spear sunk into the mass of muscles before it turned into mist.

“Is everyone ok?”

“I’m fine, Mable. Soos?”

Soos was taking deep breaths as he rubbed and examined his arms.

“Nothing’s broken but a little skin. I’m still good for more fighting before I need healing, though.”

The others sighed in relief at that.

“Ok, I think we need to rethink our battle strategies. The formation works well, but we must stay in it during fights.”

Mable nodded. “Yeah, and neither of you used your magic attacks. I know you have finite mana, but if the only thing you can do with it is attack, then why not use it?”

“Resource management, Mable, is key to remember when playing video games. You don’t want to use up all your mana and items before you get to the boss or the shop. As hard as those guys were, based on Dipper not recognizing them, I think they were just low-level goons.”

Soos then turned to Dipper. “Did you recognize them?”

When Dipper shook his head, Soos looked back at Mable.

“See, if Dipper can name them, then they will probably be dangerous enough to be worth using our magic on. Or if we get a spell that can damage all the enemies attacking us at once. Until either of those happens, I think it would be best if we save our mana.

“For example, that spell I now know that lets your weapons deal fire damage. It costs five times as much mana as opposed to just shooting a target with lighting. It might be worth it if we’re fighting something weak to fire or a boss, but otherwise, I’m just going to stick with either zapping them or whacking them.”

Mable didn’t play as many video games as Dipper or Soos, but she knew enough to admit that his strategy had some merit.

“Ok, but I will heal you the second I see a bad injury, Soos!”

“Fair enough.”

Hello Gravity Falls and PinesQuest2D fans! Last year my new year's resolution was to upload a 2k word count or greater chapter of any fanfic a week. This year my goal is to upload a 2k word count or greater chapter of the SAME fanfic a week.

I really like Nova Starlyght’s fan game PinesQuest 2D, and was disappointed when real life convinced them to abandoned the project. After finding all the notes they posted about where the game would have gone, I have decided to try and novelize it. I have no idea how good or bad this will be, but as of January 30th, I have 48 chapters prewritten for the story.

If you want to suport Nova Starlyght, please check out their works on the Disclaimer page.

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Thank you for reading this and see you next week. I will be posting either very early Fridays or very late Saturdays, depending on my schedule for Friday.

#gravity falls #gravity falls dipper #dipper pines #mabel pines #gravity falls mabel #soos ramirez #gravity falls soos #pinesquest 2d #pinesquest #gravity falls manotaurs

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choshasan · 1 year ago

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This might just be me but...

TLDR: just me complaing for A WHIKE..

As someone who's been a ✨️ C ᵣ ᵢ ₙ G ₑ ₒ ₜ ₐ ₖ ᵤ ✨️™ for the past 18 years,

I feel it was so much easier/better being an otaku "back in the days" than it is now.. like, it was this niche thihg, and sure, we got bullied af.. but like... I'll take getting bullied by some dumb kids any day compared to having to deal with the toxic ass comunity that the anime comunity has grown to be..

Like.. we've always been weirdos, and people argued over opinions and shit, sure.. but... we were weirdos together and like.. idk it just felt so much less toxic than the current, post pandemic / 2020 everyone has seen some anime or read some manga and ~everyone~ shares their opinions and shit.. like... idk.. I personaly don't like hearing the takes of "uncultured normies" that are "just going through a phase" or just casually watch anime / read manga or are just following a trend.. like... my brain is having a hard time phrasing all of this coherently, but like... I preffered when I could be a degenerate and get bullied by "normies" but have otaku friends that were degenerates with me, than being to scared to openly talk about an anime / manga / game because haha idk who's safe anymore and if someone interprets just 1 thing I said wrong, I might just get doxxed! :D yk? Like.. bro, the toxicity of anime getting more mainstream has made me terrified of admiting to the anime and manga I like, like, Sure! I will 100% recommend you Blue Period, or Dr. Stone or Haikyuu!!, but by god even with anonimity, I'm **terrified** of admiting that my fav anime & manga ever is BNHA, or that I play Genshin or that I like Mahito from JJK or that I actually really like authors that are strange / sadistic-ish like Akutami sensei, Fujimoto Sensei, Horikoshi Sensei, Isayama Sensei, etc... or that I like Vocaloids...

And like, I don't mean by any of this that I dislike "normies" turned otaku, or otaku that are more lowkey, we all appreciate it in our own way, I'm very loud about my being an Otaku, but obv I don't expect all otaku to be like that.. I genuinly just mean like, I hate the ones that have an "anime is popular so I like anime now", or such, phase and come into anime communities and destroy them and are super toxic, like, I get liking something but.. that doesn't mean you have to interact with the comunity, even less with content you specifically dislike; its so easy to block and ignore people rather than engage in angry discourse or drag / shame people just because *you* don't like something they said.. and like, because of those people, Otaku get a worse wrap than we used to bro... like..?? Like, I genuinly believe if "normies" didn't get involved in the BNHA comunity, we wouldn't be regarded as terribly as we are today, like, yea, stuff would still have happened, but like.. the guy that tried to fuck a frog to bring tsuyu to life (by the way, not the firet anime comunity to do something like this, sadly) would've just been ignored, the girl who smeered her bloody tampon on a bakugo poster would've been ignored, the *supposed* death threaths to Horikoshi sensei (which by the way, nowdays have no evidence of having actually ever happened) wouldn't have been popularised as much as they did, and we'd have been fine, like yea, there's some weird fans, every community does but like, for some reason, it feels like when "normies" come into comunities, they *have* to like dwell on the weird stuff that happens and can't just be like, okay.. some people are weird.. that happens, I hope that person gets help, anyway, now for some good content! :D

And like, bnha isn't the only communuty I'm part of that I've seen beibg destroyed, like, I **love** Oshi No Ko, and it feels like people who didn't like it because of the twincest, couldn't just like.. drop the manga and be like, ah.. okay, damn, too bad, that's not for me. They like just **had** to make content about it and complain non stop about it, and like.. idk it felt like people reacted like its the first time in manga/anime history this happened, when like.. it's really not. It has always, and will always happen.

Also, I've gone on multiple rants abt this in my life, idk if I've talkee abt it on here but,

I get so pissed off by people that like.. think they can change japanese media, because they don't like it.. like... there has always been themes of; LGBT, P-dophilia, Incest, traps/femboys, S.A., S-cide, and other such things that people insist on complaining about. And y'know what?? There's some in western media too, you're not special~

Also, people need to fucking check themselves and do some reaserch before they say shit about manga/mangaka, cuz, I find it fucking disgusting to see grown adults get dragged for drawing teens in skimpy outfits / odd poses // any sort of fan service in their book, that are specifically aimed at teenagers, often times teenage boys since Shonen are generally the biggest victims of this. Like yeah, they're gonna draw girls with big boobs and small clothes, what do 12-18 year old boys care about? BOOBS. Now I'm generalising, but you get the point. Drawing/writing something doesn't mean *you* are attracted to that, but sometimes, you gotta draw stuff to get sales, because your entire fucking living relies on your book selling. And there is such a double standard, cuz, in the same episode, you can have the guys shirtless in the hot springs or changing rooms, and the girls but no one will say shit about a bunch of 16 year old guys being in the same state as the girls, but everyone will lose their shit about a girl having a slightly unbottoned shirt tho!! Like, we see Bachira (blue lock)'s naked, bear ass, multiple times, no complaints. Kirishima (bnha)'s hero suit straight up doesn't have a shirt, but :0 Omg momo's hero suit shows some skin!!!!!!! Thats badddd thats a 16 year old girl!!!!!!! Stfu. They're equivalent. Complain about both, or neither.

Also, I genuinly wanna know when the meaning of Loli/chota was changed?? Cuz it used to be a term for child looking **Adults**, who often even were like a million years old, it wasn't meant for any short character and it was even less for kids. Like.. Ciel Phatomhives isn't a Chota, he's a child. Nezuko isn't a loli, she's 14.

Anyway, I guess I just wanted to rant and complain 🙃✨️ I shall now get back to being a strange degenerate on my own ✨️

#just me ranting #complaining #vent post #rant post #random bullshit #I'm a degenerate✨️

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cousticks · 2 years ago

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my post finally got a little attention and y'all asked so here we go (thank you @the-gayest-sky-kid and @aroacesigma i owe you both my life)

so as i mentioned, concerts are basically therapy and a great mood booster right. so chuuya is normally in a pretty good mood after concerts. which, when you're ~16-17yr old chuuya, and your three emotions you're allowed to feel are anger, annoyance, and raw despair, that's kind of impressive. so dazai, who has probably never felt a positive emotion in his life (according to him), decides he wants to see what this whole live music thing is about. so he shows up with two already purchased tickets to some band he knows chuuya likes (because dazai keeps tabs on chuuya's interests so he can make fun of them, right, of course,)

now. chuuya isn't going to pass up free concert tickets, even if he has to drag dazai with him. dazai was going to go to a fucking concert in his dress shirt and slacks. chuuya had to prevent this because who dresses like that to a concert (unless you just came from a wedding. i've seen it.)

[ words are chuuya saying "you can't fucking wear that" and dazai starting to say "what's wrong with my clo-" ]

[ "-thes". arrow pointing says "one of Chuuya's hoodies lol" ]

[ disgruntled ]

dazai is bullied into a hoodie. he gets to keep his slacks.

now, for anyone that's never been to a concert, or has only been to stadium concerts, let me explain pits a little bit. in front of the stage is a very large mass of people standing very close to each other and getting covered in strangers' sweat, and not in a fun way. everyone is jumping and moving and very warm. everyone is screaming too. if you get closer to the center of the main pit, you'll find the moshers, which is basically playing human bumper cars and slamming into each other for fun. but like, really aggressively and throwing yourself into the crowd and back. the closer to the front you are, the more crowdsurfers get dropped on your head. if you have a problem, the fastest way out of a mosh pit is to crowdsurf out, where you find the nearest bro and point up like a child asking for uppies and then get passed/thrown forward until a security guard catches you and sends you on your way.

chuuya is telling dazai all about moshpits on the way to the concert. but at some point he says something along the line of "you don't have to get in though" which sounds like a fucking challenge, and dazai is no pussy and will tell chuuya as much, so of course they end up in the moshpit.

now. i believe dazai would fucking hate this. sure, dazai will obnoxiously get all chummy with people he already knows the behavior of, but in my Personal Opinion i really don't think he at this age would be particularly happy about a bunch of strangers jumping and sweating on him. he'd last three songs then a popular one would play and the crowd would go nuts, but he won't say "jesus christ get me the fuck out of here" directly, will he? so he's just standing stiffly in the middle of the moshpit trying not to lose where chuuya is (who is totally laughing at him) and just goes "i hate this."

now. remember the fastest way out of a moshpit? chuuya can tell dazai there's a fast way out but it'll kinda suck and dazai, who again is totally not going to be phased, can go "whatever just fucking do it" and without warning chuuya gets the help of the next guy over and throws dazai up to the crowd to surf him out.

dazai hates that. chuuya is laughing his ass off while eventually following him out. it was miserable.

dazai will never admit he had a little fun.

p.s. i was going to write this concept into a proper fic eventually (i promise i can write better than idea dumping) and still might but i'm too obsessed with the concept to wait until then

you cannot look at teenage chuuya nakahara and think he wouldn't go to concerts. that boy 100% uses those mafia paychecks on concert tickets. what else is he going to spend it on? luxuries? he doesn't know what those are yet. luxury to him is his mafia apartment with a weapons cabinet. i'm getting off topic, that's a different post.

so anyway, he goes to concerts, right? you cannot tell me otherwise. i'm talking emo-pop punk-rock-metalcore-vibe. you know he's in the mosh pits. they're a great mood booster. much less personal than therapy which is another plus. anyway, all this to say i have a very strong personal headcanon that he uses his ability to help crowd-surfers safely make it to the security up front without getting dropped (i've both been a crowdsurfer and have crowdsurfers dropped on me, surfing is fun but getting dropped sucks for everyone involved). under the concert lighting nobody would notice the ability glow very much anyway, and everything happens so fast nobody really cares.

tl;dr chuuya uses gravity manipulation to float crowdsurfers at concerts. i'm right

#take this with your platonic or romantic grains of salt i don't really care #forgive me for the horrible ms paint doodles i was at work all day #if you need me to be more coherent at any point let me know #🎫#just think of how much dazai would hate being in moshpits with me #this entire scenario has lived in my brain rent free for going on four years now btw #i'm a bsd veteran

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pollenallergie · 3 years ago

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18+ only!!

do not interact if you’re under 18 years old!

some random best friend!Eddie headcanons bc I feel like it:

Eddie has several pairs of holiday-themed socks and he wears them year round. You can frequently catch him sporting Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer socks, regardless of the season. <3

When Eddie was like 8 or 9, he went through a phase where he only wanted spaghetti-o’s for dinner every night, so your mom started calling him “Eddie Spaghetti.” <3

Little kids love Eddie. He doesn’t know why, but they sort of gravitate toward him. That said, he certainly doesn’t mind; he thinks it’s adorable. He’s just naturally very good with kids. <3

You two have matching tattoos. His says “billy” and yours says “silly,” in reference to an inside joke from when you were little. <3

You and Eddie always manage to get sick at the same time. Always. Wayne and your mom used to take turns staying home to take care of you two when you were little, but now you two little sicklings just take care of each other. <3

After every single holiday meal, you both sneak off to your bedroom to sleep off the impending food coma in your bed. It’s a tradition you’ve had since you were ten. <3

Eddie is your grandma’s favorite grandchild, even though he’s not technically her grandchild. <3

The first time you smoked weed, you got so high that Eddie called you “space cadet” the whole night. He now calls you that every time you get high. <3

Whenever Eddie goes to the gas station to pick up a new pack of cigarettes, he’ll grab your favorite candy for you. <3

You’re insecure about your laugh (not your cute little giggle, but your genuine, unrestrained laugh), but it’s one of Eddie’s favorite things about you. <3

You and Eddie have a rule about getting each other christmas and birthday presents since you both grew up with little money. The rule is that you can only make things for each other. For the most part, you both adhere to this rule completely. However, you’ve both been known to break it every once and a while in favor of getting something extra special for each other. For example, you had splurged on Metallica tickets for Eddie’s 18th birthday. Likewise, he’d spent entirely too much money on a special edition gift set of your favorite book series last christmas. <3

You and Eddie used to put on plays for your mom and Uncle Wayne when you were kids. Honestly, you’d continued to do so for far longer than either of you would like to admit. <3

Eddie’s so close with your family that he even bickers with your siblings like they’re his own. <3

Eddie takes your dog to the park at least once a week for quality “bro time,” as he likes to call it. <3

He also helped name your dog when you’d first gotten him. He’d named him Philby after the Rory Gallagher song, only to later learn that the title for that song came from the name of a British spy who’d worked as a double agent for the Soviets. oopsies. <3

Wayne takes you, Eddie, and your family camping near the Indiana Dunes every single summer, and has done so since you were ten. <3

When Eddie was a kid, he had a black cat named Samwise. Unfortunately, Samwise passed away when Eddie was thirteen. You’d both cried about it for weeks. </3

You and Eddie both hate the public pool, Eddie because he’s the town pariah, and you because people always look at you weirdly when you wear a swimsuit and it makes you feel insecure. So, in the summertime, you’ll often sneak Eddie into your dad’s backyard after he leaves for work in the morning, that way you two can spend the whole day swimming without being subjected to ridicule from the other Hawkins residents. <3

Wayne has a copy of every single one of your school pictures much like your mom has a copy of every single one of Eddie’s. <3

Eddie learned how to make pot brownies after you’d expressed an interest in trying them. <3

Unbeknownst to you, Eddie’s written multiple songs for you. <3

He gets your mom a mother’s day present every year. He also gets Wayne a father’s day present every year. <3

Your mom packed lunches for the both of you until she finally cut you off freshman year, hoping to urge you both to become more independent. <3

Your dad paid for you to go to summer camp in the summer between sixth and seventh grade, and, while you were gone, you’d made a total of six sets of matching friendship bracelets for you and Eddie. Only one of them survived to adulthood, and he still wears it to this day. <3

For his birthday one year, you’d made him a scrapbook filled with pictures of the both of you. Unbeknownst to you, he’d continued to add pictures to it until it was completely full. <3

Eddie cries every single time he watches Bambi. <3

Eddie also cries when he watches Old Yeller. <3

Eddie took you to see The Color Purple when it was released in theaters. He cried during that movie as well. <3

Eddie won a story-writing contest in the sixth grade and, again, in the seventh grade. <3

Eddie only lies about the most inconsequential and random shit. Like he’ll tell some extremely thorough, elaborate lie about the etymology of a word just for shits and giggles. He’s a very convincing liar too, which makes it even funnier when you’re in on the joke. <3

Eddie doesn’t believe that he’s a good writer, just that he’s a good bullshitter. You assure him that he’s far too good at both of those things. <3

Eddie prefers to start his Sunday mornings with a good, ole fashioned wake n bake followed by an unreasonable amount of chocolate chip pancakes. <3

In the wintertime, he walks around the trailer cocooned in the fuzzy blanket that your mom got him for christmas one year. It’s adorable. <3

Eddie has surprisingly steady hands which you frequently take advantage of by asking him to paint your nails. <3

He hugs you very frequently because he just likes hugging you, okay? Don’t make it weird! (his words, not mine). And, believe me, this man gives the best hugs. <3

Eddie talks in his sleep, but his words are usually so slurred and garbled that you can’t understand them. <3

Eddie and Wayne also collect beer coozies, in addition to their collection of hats and mugs. Seriously, they have an inordinate amount of beer coozies. And they just whip them out, unprompted, all the time. Are you drinking a soda? Well, hey, they’ve got a coozie for ya! Hell, they’ll even use them on glasses of water. <3

Wayne’s a big NASCAR fan and he even took you and Eddie to the Indy 500 once. You were both bored out of your minds the entire time, but grateful nonetheless. <3

You guys even stayed in the train-car hotel for that trip which, as eight-year-olds, you both found insanely cool. <3

Wayne frequently goes to your mom for parenting advice. <3

Wayne also played matchmaker for your mom and her boyfriend, Hank, one of his coworkers from the plant. They’ve been together for two years now. <3

She’d repaid the favor by setting him up with the receptionist from her office, Marie. They’ve been together for almost a year now. <3

Wayne and your mom have been trying to play matchmaker between you and Eddie for years now, but you’re both too damn oblivious. <3

Eddie tried to teach you how to ride a bike when you were eleven, but you fell once and never attempted again. So, before he’d gotten his license, he’d either let you stand on the back of his bike and hold onto him or he’d let you sit on the handlebars. <3

Eddie wants to get a motorcycle one day just because he thinks you’d look hot perched on the back of one. <3

Eddie’s first car, before the van, was your mom’s old station wagon. <3

You and Eddie both talk a lot, so you have a bad habit of interrupting each other, but, it’s hard to get mad about that given how much you both like listening to each other talk. <3

You two used to argue a lot as kids, mostly because you’re both stubborn, but now you hardly ever butt heads. You’re both still incredibly stubborn, but are now more willing to compromise, at least with each other. <3

You’ve never missed one of Corroded Coffin’s shows. <3

Eddie loves naps, can’t get enough of ‘em. <3

Eddie’s superpower is his ability to sleep anywhere. Once, when there was a tornado during school, he’d fallen asleep on the tile floor of the hallway of Hawkin’s Middle while in that protective, crouched position that you’d all been forced to sit in. It was honestly impressive. <3

You have asthma, so Eddie’s developed a habit of keeping one of your spare rescue inhalers on him at all times. The one he’s got for you is technically expired, but he figures it’s better than nothing. <3

Eddie loves it when you play with his hair. He even lets you brush it for him. <3

Eddie guilt trips you into giving him back rubs by faking a sore back and complaining about how awful his mattress is. Truthfully, Eddie quite likes his bed, it’s much better than the one he’d slept in when he lived with his dad, but he’s willing to throw ole reliable under the bus if it means getting a free back rub. He’s been using that trick since he was nine. Of course, his intentions are purely wholesome in nature; he really just loves your back rubs. <3

He’ll frequently return the favor by giving you shoulder and neck rubs because he knows that you carry a lot of tension there. <3

Eddie has a framed picture of you two together on his dresser. <3

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ourloveisforthelovely · 2 years ago

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Black Heart Part 2

Regulus Black AU

Link to Part 1

Request: Will you write a Regulus x Reader fic where Regulus is older than the reader? She comes to help the Order and Regulus falls in love with her. The relationship isn't easy because of the war and Regulus' denial that he would be a good boyfriend.

Summary: Admitting that he was in love had never been something that Regulus wanted to do. Now that you were in his life, Regulus didn't know how to react. Should he love you or push you away just like he had everyone else?

Warning: slight smut

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

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After leaving Regulus alone, Sirius went outside where you sat with Tonks. He hoped his luck with you was a lot better than it was with Regulus. You looked up when he stepped out.

“Good afternoon, ladies. Anything exciting happening?”

Both Tonks and yourself shook your head before Tonks burst into a fit of giggles.

“Y/n was telling me about a kid that came into the hospital who had shoved a ton of jelly beans up his nose.”

Sirius smirked as you shook your head.

“That was my existence as a healer today. Some people put other people back together. I get jelly beans out of a kid's nose.”

Sirius chuckled and sat down. He mentally smacked himself in the head for not telling Regulus that as a healer, you could put him back together if he got hurt working for the order.

That would have been a promising lead!

Sirius thought before speaking.

“Someone has to save the children. Say, Y/n, how would you like to go on a date?”

You frowned before partially choking on your lemonade. The last thing that you expected was to receive a date offer from Sirius. You considered your words. As much as you liked Sirius, it was totally in platonic way.

“Umm…with you? Look, Sirius, I…”

Sirius immediately cut you off.

“No! Not with me. I am working on that whole being single thing. I mean with my brother.”

Neither Tonks nor yourself moved for a moment. Regulus? You felt yourself staring at Sirius yet again as if he were insane. Would you date Regulus? Of course! You had a shameless crush on him from the moment that the two of you met. A crush was all that it had remained too. While Regulus was nothing but kind to you, the relationship had never gone beyond the “platonic” phase.

Did he like you? Your heart pounded at the thought alone. If Regulus was interested, you would be more than receptive to it. You didn’t care about the age difference. Clearly, it worked well with Tonks and Remus so why couldn’t it work for Regulus and yourself?

Regulus never seemed interested in that. In fact, you had never so much as seen Regulus go on a date. He went to his job at the Ministry, did jobs for the order, then went back home. Whenever you visited, he was never in the company of anyone other than himself.

“Did he ask you to ask her?”

Tonks asked, totally stunned. Like yourself, Tonks had never seen her cousin in any kind of a romantic relationship. Sirius shook his head.

“No, I am trying to set him up so I don’t spend the rest of forever looking after him.”

Tonks groaned as your hope plummeted miserably.

“Sirius! You idiot! Regulus isn’t going to appreciate you trying to set him up without his knowledge!”

Tonks snapped. Sirius held his hands up defensively.

“He likes Y/n. It may be news to you, Y/n but he likes you a lot. You are the one person that he is remotely pleasant toward. That should say a lot in itself. He’s just shit at sharing his feelings. Sharing them, having them….feelings just aren’t Regulus’ jam.” You sighed.

“Thanks but no thanks. If he isn’t in on the know, I would rather not be involved. Besides, with my schedule as a doctor, why would he even want to bother?”

“Why wouldn’t he? I mean, you're smart, you're pretty, and there is also the fact that, again, he likes you. He stares at you pathetically. It's kind of cute to be honest. I am enjoying seeing my snooty brother finally having human feelings. As I said before, I don’t want to spend the rest of forever watching my brother be single.”

You chuckled and stood up to ruffle Sirius’ hair.

“You can have him talk to me like a big boy if he is interested. Thanks for your concern though. I really don’t want to watch him hex you to kingdom come for interfering in his life. Well, I’ll see you lot later. I have a procedure to get to. Are we still going to that new bar later?”

Tonks nodded, eagerly.

“See you at 8!”

You nodded and left your friends to it. As you walked away, you could hear Tonks giving Sirius hell over his pathetic attempt at fixing Regulus and yourself up.

I would have better luck with a rock than to ever get Regulus to like me that way.

You thought before apparating away.

For the following few hours, you tried to keep your mind off Regulus. Anytime that your mind wasn’t fully focused on your work, you were drifting back to thoughts of Regulus. You couldn’t help but wonder if Sirius was right. Did Regulus like you? Did he see you in any other way than friendship? Were you overthinking everything?

Something told you not to get your hopes up. You had never had much luck with relationships, so why would you suddenly start now? It didn’t matter how attractive that you found Regulus or that you could stare into his grey eyes forever. If he wasn’t receptive to the feelings then nothing would go anywhere.

It would be nice to have someone to come home to. Being lonely really does get old.

You thought as you walked into the bar. Never in your life had you ever really felt “wanted” by a member of the opposite sex. It all started with your father abandoning you at 2. After that, you felt pretty much unlovable. Being left with your crazy Aunt Ida and her house full of cats didn’t seem like a great thing to do with your child. If one loved their kid, they wouldn’t leave them in such deplorable conditions.

Your friendship with Tonks was the first time that you felt as if you had a real friend. When Remus, Sirius, and then Regulus came into the picture, everything felt complete.

What if we actually date and it goes to hell? I could lose one of the best friends that I have ever had?

Your head was quickly becoming a pretzel. The last thing that you wanted was to lose your friendship with Regulus. It would be beyond difficult sitting across from him at an order meeting knowing that you had a failed relationship.

I have to stop.

You thought as you walked into the bar. Looking around the room, you smiled the moment that you spotted Tonks and her bubble gum pink hair. She instantly waved to you from her spot at a quiet table with Remus. You held up a finger before going over to the bar to order a drink.

The moment that you saw Regulus standing there, your heart began to pound.

“It is just Regulus. He may not even know about all of this. He's my friend and he cares about me."

You told yourself before walking over. He turned as you reached the bar and gave you a small smile.

“You’re late.”

You nodded with a sigh as you ordered your drink.

“It's been a very long day. Oh, by the way, your brother is insane.”

Regulus rolled his eyes. This was not any news to him. Internally he was panicking over if Sirius had actually said something to you or not.

“I have dealt with him all of my life. Trust me, I understand. What did he do? Ask you on a date or something?”

When you blushed, that told Regulus what he needed to know. Sirius had caught you. Did he mention Regulus’ shameless crush on you? What exactly had Sirius said? Regulus’ mind began to race as you down the shot that you were holding.

“No. He’s just insane. Add that in with crazy at work and it was recipe for disaster. Why I chose to be a healer is beyond me.”

You downed another shot earning a raised eyebrow from Regulus.

“Was it tequila day at the hospital?”

You chuckled.

“Here’s an example, I had a kid that shoved his nose full of jelly beans. I mean like Christmas dinner full. After that, this man comes in with a cucumber shoved up his ass…his excuse was oh, I fell on it. I don’t think that people understand that we hear that excuse every time someone comes in with that condition.”

You were relieved when Regulus laughed at that.

“People really say that?”

You nodded.

“All the time. I have really had to learn how to control my face.”

You took another shot without hesitation. Regulus mentally counted where you were at.

“So, I have never really seen you drink…do you think that you should slow down?”

“Bad thing is…I don’t feel a damn thing.”

Regulus blinked a few times.

“That’s some tolerance.”

You shrugged.

“More like a curse.”

A few drinks later both Regulus and yourself were beginning to feel the drinks catching up. You weren’t even sure what the two of you were giggling about but you loved it. Regulus was laughing about something that you had said and that was enough. You were making him happy and by extension, you were now happy. The events of the day weren’t even on your mind and you told him all about the weird injuries that you had seen so far in your career.

“You know, you are really cute when you giggle.”

Regulus said as you leaned against him to stop yourself from falling in the floor. Regulus quickly wrapped an arm around your waist to stop you.

“Oh, you hush.”

You slurred. Regulus shook his head. Neither of you noticed your friends watching with concerned expressions. Tonks had started to come over but was stopped by Remus who muttered about the two of you being adults.

“I’m dead serious. You’re absolutely gorgeous! You have the prettiest smile in the world.”

“I’m gorgeous? You are the gorgeous one!”

Whether it was the alcohol in his system or something else, Regulus finally felt braver than he had in years. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to yours. You were totally stunned at first but quickly returned the kiss. Wrapping your hands in the lapels of Regulus’ suit jacket, you returned the kiss eagerly.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

Regulus asked when you finally pulled away. Your eyes were closed as your mouth still hovered over his. Was this a bad idea? Yes, but you also didn’t care. Neither Regulus nor yourself were thinking with your upstairs brains. Alcohol, feelings that had been suppressed too long, and sheer desperation was driving everything.

“I do.”

The next thing that you knew, Regulus had you against the door of his bedroom. How he managed to apparate both of you back to his house, you had no idea. You also really didn’t care as he held your arms over your head.

“Are you sure that you want to do this?”

He murmured against your mouth. You didn’t hesitate in answering with a yes before locking your fingers in his curls. In all of the time that you had known Regulus, you had wanted nothing more than to get your hands in his perfect curls. Now you were getting your prize and nothing was going to stop you!

“Just hurry up.”

You replied before tugging at Regulus’ belt. Regulus wrapped an arm around your waist with one arm while opening the door with the other.

“As you wish.”

Shutting the door with his foot, Regulus moved to stand behind you. Tilting your head to the side, he leaned down to inhale your sweet scent. Was he really doing this? His head was screaming yes and cheering him on. For once, Regulus was getting exactly what he wanted and you wanted him back. YOU WANTED HIM BACK! Those were the four best words that he could come up with at the moment.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes, sweetheart.”

How the two of you managed to undress and get into bed was still a mystery all in itself. You didn’t care that this was a bad decision. Your logical side was off and your impulsive reckless side had kicked in. Any hope of being responsible flew out the window the moment that Regulus wrapped his mouth around your breast.

“Fuck, Reg!”

You groaned as he started sucking harshly. As he sucked your breasts, you felt his hand drifting toward your pussy. You moaned the moment that two fingers worked over your clit.

“I have wanted this for so long, Y/n.”

He groaned as your pussy tightened around the finger that he dipped into you. You wrapped your arms around Regulus’ neck.

“I have wanted you too…so bad.”

Regulus smirked against your skin.

“Well, let's make this a little more exciting.”

….

The following six weeks were a repeat of that first night. It wasn’t always sloppy drunken sex. Most of the time sex was done when the two of you were 100% sober and thinking clearly.

As much as you enjoyed the sex, you had begun to find yourself frustrated that Regulus was only keeping the relationship as a friends-with-benefits thing. Anytime that you had mentioned the prospects of a relationship, Regulus always dismissed the thought with the response of either “We can talk about it later” or “Why ruin a good thing with a title?”

Outside of the bedroom, your friendship with Regulus was just as it always had been. This made you question if Regulus actually saw you as worthy of a relationship or if you were just a quick piece of ass for him?

“You seem moody today.”

Tonks comment pulled you from your thoughts. She was well aware of what was going on between Regulus and yourself. Something had told Tonks from the beginning that you weren’t completely thrilled with the whole friends-with-benefits thing.

“Sorry, Tonks. It's been a long week and I’m not feeling great.”

Tonks reached out to check you for a fever. She thought about her next sentence carefully as you picked at your bagel. You hadn’t been eating much as all the past few days. Tonks had noticed this when she made a lovely roast chicken and you nearly bailed out.

“You don’t feel warm. Look, Y/n, I know that you don’t talk about your arraignment with Regulus much but is there the remote possibility that you could be pregnant?”

Tonks watched your face carefully.

“We are usually really careful. I started a new….oh crap.’

Tonks’ face went pale.

“WHAT?”

She nearly shouted, ignoring the looks of the other diners in the coffee shop. You put a hand on your face before blushing.

“That first time. We were sloppy drunk and we didn’t use anything… Oh god. Some healer I am, I didn’t even think of that. Oh Merlin, what if I am? Better yet…what will I tell Regulus?”

Tonks was silent a moment before clasping her hands together.

“You’re going to tell him that his drunk ass knocked your drunk ass up. Let’s go buy a test, just to be safe. Who knows, you may not even be pregnant. You may have caught something from the hospital. All of this worry could be over nothing.”

An hour later, you sat in Remus and Tonks bedroom as she paced the floor. Neither of you had said much of anything since you had taken the test. You had stopped watching Tonks after about minute 2 and let your mind go to Regulus. How would you tell him? How would he react? Would he want anything to do with the kid? Were you ready to be a mother? There were so many what-ifs and how’s that you couldn’t think properly.

“It's time.”

Tonks commented before approaching the table that the test was lying on. You studied your best friend’s face carefully. The moment that her eyes widened, you knew exactly what the test was…positive.

“It's positive.”

Tonks said in a disbelieving tone as you jumped up and walked over. You took the test from Tonks and started at the word “positive.”

“Positive…”

You murmured. Tonks stood quietly. She didn’t know what to say. This definitely wasn’t an ideal situation. She wasn’t sure how Regulus would take this news. Tonks knew that her cousin never had an interest in children. In fact, when she was pregnant with Teddy, Regulus told her to never consider asking him to babysit. If she did, he would make sure to send Teddy home hyped up on sugar and out for blood.

“Well, how do you feel?”

Tonks asked, nervously. She watched as you walked to the bed and sat down with a frown.

“I don’t know. I’m scared but I’m relieved at the same time. Not relieved that I’m pregnant but relieved to know the truth. I don’t know how Regulus will take it. He’s one of my best friends and I don’t want to ruin that but he’s got to know. I don’t see him taking it well. I’m hoping after the shock wears off, he will be receptive to what we’ve done. Ugh, I better go tell him and get it over with.”

As you stood up, Tonks raced over and pulled you into a hug.

“Everything is going to be fine. You have Remus and me. We are in your corner…no matter what.”

You closed your eyes hugging your friend. At least “someone” was in your corner.

A few moments later,

You stood outside Regulus’ office door taking a few deep breaths. After a small pep talk and a few deep breathing exercises, you knocked.

“Come in.”

Regulus called from the other side.

Here. We. Go.

You said before stepping in. Regulus looked up and instantly smiled when he saw you. You had been on his mind all day. Regulus slightly snorted at the thought. There was no “all day” to it. You had been staying on his mind since the first hook-up. Regulus hated admitting it but Sirius was right. He did have it bad for you.

Admitting it was the only problem. Regulus had been trying to tell himself for weeks that he wanted you in every way possible. He didn’t want to be only a friend with benefits. For some reason, getting those words out was hard.

“Hello, beautiful. What are you doing here?”

Regulus felt his ego boosting the moment that you blushed. Every time that he made your perfect cheeks go scarlet, it was a bigger confidence booster.

“Hey, I needed to talk to you about something.”

You watched as the pleased expression on Regulus’ face vanished and was replaced with the stoic mask that he wore so well.

“What about?”

Regulus questioned, carefully. You took a few deep breaths, trying to control your now-pounding heart.

“Regulus, I…uh…I….”

Regulus blinked.

“You?”

Why did he have a feeling that he was about to be dumped? Any relationship that he ever had, ended this way. You bit the side of your cheek before deciding to rip the proverbial band aid off.

“Regulus, I’m pregnant.”

You nearly fainted when you got the words out. Regulus stared at you going totally pale. He sat in silence for a moment before being able to speak. When he did speak, his voice was strained.

“Are you serious?”

You nodded,

“Yeah, I took a test. I know that we’ve been careful but there was that one night when we were drunk…”

“Are you sure it's by me?”

Regulus questioned. He immediately regretted his question when you stepped backward looking completely floored.

“Yes, by you! You’re the only man that I am sleeping with! You know that!”

Regulus frowned.

“No, I really don’t. There could be someone else.”

“I don’t believe this. I have told you from the beginning that you are the only person that I am seeing. I would think that you would give me a little more credit than that. I have been begging you to make our relationship exclusive. I wouldn’t be asking to be exclusive if I was seeing other people.”

You watched as Regulus sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“Fuck, I never planned on having kids.”

Regulus was about to add that he didn't know anything about them when you rolled your eyes.

“Fine, I can handle this by myself. I don’t need you.”

You turned and walked from the room leaving Regulus in a near panic attack.

Half an hour later,

Sirius stood in the kitchen making coffee when Regulus came nearly sliding into the door. He raised an eyebrow, noticing how disheveled his younger brother looked.

“Reg…”

“I don’t have time! Has Y/n come here?”

Sirius shook his head as Regulus groaned putting a hand over his face and muttering to himself about something.

“I take it there is trouble in paradise? What did you do?”

Regulus looked up with a frown.

“I’m an idiot…a bloody fucking clueless mother fucking idiot!”

Sirius moved to sit down. He hadn’t seen Regulus this worked up in a long time. Whatever was happening was clearly making the control freak lose control.

“Uh huh…why are you an idiot?”

Regulus rubbed a hand over his face before turning to his very confused brother. He hated admitting it but Sirius was right. Regulus should have spoken to you and asked you to be his girlfriend. He should have told you that he really adored you and you could be exactly what he was looking for…but no….he had to be a big old IDIOT!

“I fucked up, Sirius. I fucked up badly! Y/n is pregnant.”

Sirius looked like Regulus had hit him with a brick and was making him apologize.

“She’s…WHAT?! You got her pregnant?! Regulus, you’re supposed to be the careful one! Wait, why are you looking for her?”

Regulus sat down and slammed his head into his arms on the table.

“I blew it. She told me and I asked if she was sure it was mine then, in all of my infinite wisdom, said that I never planned on having kids. She didn’t take it well, obviously and said that she didn’t need me. I didn’t even try to stop her. God damn, it Sirius, I adore her and treated her like that. What the fuck is wrong with me? I acted like she was ending my damned life.”

Sirius sat in stunned silence for a moment before being able to speak.

“No, you aren’t an idiot. Reg, you don’t like to do anything if you don’t have it planned and written down on a pad of parchment. I agree the way that you handled it probably wasn’t one of you crowning moments but this is Y/n that we are talking about. She adores you. Give me just a second.”

Regulus watched as Sirius took out his phone and quickly sent someone a text. When Sirius’ phone dinged, Regulus nearly yelled.

“She’s at the hospital. Come on. We are going to talk to her.”

“We?”

Regulus questioned. Sirius nodded.

“I am taking you to her and you are going to talk to her before you lose her for good.”

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imthetunnelunderoceanblvd · 2 years ago

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Bro... I’m gonna need rape/non-con with Jake sully (If not that’s ok 👌🏽)

short plot, rape/non-con (duh + undetailed), vaginal sex, p in v, brief degrading, praising (if u squint lol), innocent reader, y/n mentioned twice, corruption kink (????), jake being a bad person. jake sully is a warning.

when he saw you sitting down with his kids, he got excited—excited to meet new people, perhaps, or maybe because his kids are hanging out with somebody other than spider.

but whatever it is, whoever you are. you made him feel things, think about stuff he shouldn't just because he's mated

when he saw you sitting down with his kids, he got excited—excited to meet new people, perhaps, or maybe because his kids were hanging out with somebody other than spider.

but whatever it is, whoever you are, you made him feel things and think about stuff he shouldn't just because he has a mate.

your small body and soft flesh were unlike anything he'd seen before. oh, eywa, how badly he wanted to touch your skin.

just looking at your beautiful features and skin, that is even more beautiful, made blood flow to his cock.

that was the first time he saw you.

the second time he did, you bumped right into him, your forehead hit his chest, and you hissed at the contact.

"i'm sorry, olo'eyktan, i didn't mean—please forgive me."

he liked the way you sounded—so anxious, so soft, like a scared kid.

"tis all good," he chuckled and you bit your soft pink lips. "i'm truly sorry," your responded in a low voice.

"what's your name, kid?" he said he was locking eyes with you.

"it's y/n." you said quickly, breaking eye contact.

the eye contact scared you. he knew it did, and it made something inside him stir. he smiled at you, a genuine smile, a smile that was the opposite of his fantasies. you looked scared and so pretty.

"that is a nice name, y/n."

you looked at your feet, and your face was red. jake had to run to his duties before risking doing anything stupid to you where everybody could see. he was the olo'eyktan in the end; he ought to be perfect all the time.

After a huge argument with Neytiri, Jake was fuming with anger. He needed release; he had to take his anger out on something, or rather, someone.

Now, Jake had no idea where he was going; he did; he just didn't want to admit it; it was as if his feet walked on their own.

In no time, he was at the door of your tent. He walked in without bothering to ask you if it was okay.

Why would he? He's the Olo'eyktan; he can do whatever he pleases. he was on top of you before he even knew it, his hand slapping on your mouth as you tried to scream, wide eyes looking up at him as his hand roamed your body.

"fuckin' whore, this is all your fault!" jake yelled at you, spitting from his mouth and spraying it on your face. you had no idea what he was saying or what he was talking about.

his hand was on your chest, painfully gripping your tits as you screamed into his palm.

a phase of shiney tears coated your eyeballs, making them shine.

you were the cause of his and neytiri's arguments. she complained about him always being around you. and he talked back, screamed at her, called her names, made her cry...

and it's all because of you.

his other hand tore your loincloth apart before genteelly untying it and freeing his aching cock.

then he spat on his hand and rubbed the spit on your cunt and entrance.

he lined his cock to your hole and pushed in, slowly, painfully slowly.

it made you sob. you tried to beg, but it was muffled by his hand.

"you're going to take it like a good girl, yeah?" he said this and slammed into your walls, his cock throbbing inside of you.

he started to thrust his cock into you, in and out, in and out rhythmically in a merciless pace.

"you like that, don't you?" you shook your head, tears running down your little bambi eyes as his thrusts grew faster and faster.

jake threw his head back in ecstasy. the feeling of your tight, velvety walls felt too good to be true. "you're going to be the death of me," he said, taking his hand off of your mouth and replacing it with his mouth. his tongue forced itself into your mouth.

your legs started to shake as he fucked his cock harder into you. "you close, baby?" you nodded your head, still crying. you wanted to do something—scream and yell at him to stop, ask for help—but you were completely helpless. the only thing on your mind was your own release. you wanted to release; you had no idea what this was or what 'close' meant, but you rolled with it.

his thumb started toying with your clitoral area, making you arch your back and see stars.

you felt a pit form in your belly.

it was painful; it hurt so bad, but it felt so good.

"that's it; don't fight it; let it out; c'mon, know you can do it; be a good girl for your olo'eyktan, and let it out."

and then it broke down, you broke down, and you started crying harder as you gushed your liquid out on his crotch.

"good girl," jake moaned.

your release triggered his, and he felt his balls tighten before he climaxed inside you, hot liquid pumping into his cunt.

he got up and fixed himself before he sat on one knee before you. "we will never speak of this again. you are nothing; nobody would listen to you or believe you if you did. "i need you to stay away from me and my family."

when you didn't answer, he gripped your hair, lifting your head up, his face close to yours. "do you hear me?" you nodded your head, and he left you lying there on the floor, completely helpless and pathetic.

when jake sully and his family left, you cried, cried, and laughed, and cried and laughed again, all white, thanking the great mother for hearing your prayers. you thanked eywa.

you were grateful for your great-grandmother.

the hours you spent on your knees begging and crying for eywa to give jake what he deserved didn't go to waste. and you were glad about that. you didn't care how people looked at you, like you were some kind of freak, crying and laughing like maniac.

#jake sully x you #that’s hot #jake sully x reader #jake is so hot #jake sully smut #dilf jake sully x reader #jake sully x yn

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twinkleinadiamondsky · 1 year ago

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"Bro, I’m on like, three kinds of medication,” you replied in weary irritation. “With what appetite do you expect me to eat?”

Bro? Oh God 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

You dove right into it, didn't you?! Poor Ben. The things he has to go through for love.

It wasn’t the first time you’d ever said that to him, but somehow, this one cut into him worse than the last.

Ngl, I do feel bad for Ben here. I completely understand her, like totally. She is living with a man who's her boyfriend but she doesn't have any recollection of them. She can't remember fortheloveofgod how she ended up in this way. She is in pain constantly, her head spins a lot, she has bruises and broken bones, and she feels like hell. Poor girl. Not blaming her for this burst out. But I just feel bad for Ben. He's clearly our of his comfort zone here, like not even in the border of it, and hea trying, like really trying. But it's just not working, nothing is working for him atm. Poor guy, and ofc this outburst made him feel like shit and hurt him. Hopefully he won't let it phase him and the progress he has made.

You were starting to notice how he sometimes had to correct himself before he touched you, or forced himself to be deliberately slow when he helped you.

Those must have been tough for him. Given that he had to not only control his temper, but has to be patient with her, and top of that, he has to keep in mind these things as well.

Your childhood had been no picnic. While you didn’t necessarily blame your mom (anymore) for staying with your father when you were a kid, you had never truly been a child. Your self-imposed job had been to protect your sister’s childhood, and sometimes, your mother too.

She really has been through a lot. Like a lot. And it's high time she gets taken care of as well. Such a universal mysterious way of making her take rest and Ben taking care of her. Roles revesered, I love it.

Part of you itched to take his hand, but you decided against it. You could admit, if only to yourself, that you were warming up to him.

Maybe you even liked him.

I was waiting for this to happen since the beginning. First time, she fell for Ben who was Soldier Boy, now she's falling for Ben, just a guy, who's in love with a girl, who forgot him.

Also, I love the 20 questions and OFC Ben HAD to go and talk about their sex life in explicit details. Typical him, but that kinda makes him adorable (please don't judge me, my mind melts away when it comes to Ben). I loved how he took her for a ride to jog her memories, he's really trying everything. Also, really liked that how you added the part of her loving Christmas. (I loved the Christmas mini series of these two.)

He grabbed your face, squeezed your neck until you choked on blood and spit.

She FINALLY remembers something. Too bad it's such a bad memory, likely the worst of them. BUT she remembered something and that's a HUGE progress. Poor girl, she's all freaked out from it. It's bound to happen, the memory did hit out of nowhere. But hopefully she'll start remembering the good things too, soon.

“It’s okay. I put it away,” he said.

That is SO thoughtful. And he's not even trying to impress her or anything. That came from a deep level of concern and care, just like him glaring and scolding the peepers.

He wiped the tears from your cheek and laid a kiss on your forehead. He held you that way for a while, just silence and the sound of your breathing covering the room. Eventually, the pain medication began to kick in, helping to ease your pounding skull.

Such a sweet and intimate moment. But so sad. She really wants him. She's fallen for him. And now she truly wants to remember. It's breaking herthat she can't. You can see the progress, she's now considering the blood transfusion from him. She's grown to trust him completely. He's reclaimed his place in her heart again, and by her side in their bed as well. And he'll hold her as long as she needs him to.

He took a chance, and he leaned down to meet you with a kiss. What first was a gentle touch, soon became heady as your hand slid up his arm and into his hair. He brought you flush against him and deepened the kiss, when his tongue swept past your lips and brushed against yours. You welcomed him in with a surprised moan.

They finally kissed. This is so sweet 🥺.

Ben was a light sleeper at best. He was startled awake in confusion, disturbed by how you had been tossing and turning and making sounds of distress. He turned toward you and moved his arm to make room for you, but he decided he would let you come to him this time.

I really liked how he didn't crowd her and let her make her own decision. Even tho they are in the bed together, and kissed, they weren't in the solid ground. Now they are. Her getting into his arms, thanking him, are showing how much she trusts him, how much she's accepted him, and how much she needs him.

This chapter was a perfect blend of sweet, fluff, angst and a teeny-tiny little spice. It showcased how much Ben has matured and grown in a couple of weeks. He has truly realized how much she means to him, and I'm sure he's had this internal dialogue of how much he's ready to do for her, to get her back, to get her well soon. Him taking care of her, without having cared for a single person in his entire life has changed him, for the better. When he mentioned in the car that being alone their whole life is something they have in common, it truly was hurtful... they were two lost souls who found each other. They became each other's person, and now she forgot them, which left Ben all alone, again. But the ending of this chapter has changed it, and there's definitely hope and happiness in the horizon for them.

Thanks for your lovely writing dear, always a pleasure.

💜💜💜

PS: sorry for such a long review, my thoughts have been a bit scattered lately.

Wake Me Up - Part 3

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader

Summary: A few weeks after you and Ben celebrate your first Christmas together, Ben is returning from another mission with the Supe Affairs team. When he discovers that you’ve been taken, he’ll do whatever it takes to find you. And then, to help you heal.

AN: Get ready for some angsty, but fun attempts at memory jogging. 😅

Song Inspo: “I Can Read Your Mind” by the Doobie Brothers.

Word Count: 4.3K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only for some...mature talk lol. Angst and hurt/comfort, fluff, PTSD, protective Ben, tinge of spice~

💚 Wake Me Up Masterlist || Break Me Down Masterlist

Part 3: “When You Hold Me”

Those first few days were the hardest ones.

Marie ran out of paid time off, which meant she had to go back to work. That left you alone with Ben during the day.

He was standing in the middle of the kitchen, arms crossed, and glaring at you after you’d just pushed away the bowl of bland instant oatmeal he’d “made” for you.

“We’re not gonna have this discussion again. You need to fucking eat,” he said. “I could feed you, though I promise you’re not gonna like it.”

His surly, frowning face was annoying you. His deep voice was annoying you. His tall, ridiculous wall-of-man body in your line of vision was annoying you, clothed in the rumpled shirt and sweatpants he’d slept in.

Everything about him annoyed you right now.

But that could also have something to do with the pounding ache in the back of your skull, radiating forward and between your eyes.

“Bro, I’m on like, three kinds of medication,” you replied in weary irritation. “With what appetite do you expect me to eat?”

Bro? His eyebrow twitched. He saw the pain and tiredness written across your face though, and the way you were sitting hunched at the breakfast bar, arms crossed on the counter. He softened a little.

“Look, I get it,” he started to say.

“No, you don’t,” you snapped. Your eyes closed as the pain sharpened. You lifted your hands to either side of your temples. “You don’t know what this feels like.”

You huffed and dropped your hands flat on the counter in frustration. Your eyes opened, and you looked down at the various healing scars littering your arms. You knew there were a few more across your neck and chest, and even your thighs. No matter how you stood, sat, or laid, it was painful to move your body. Even your face still hurt, with the fracture and bruises.

“You’re not the one who looks like Edward Scissorhands had a party,” you said, gesturing at yourself as you glared up at Ben. Emotion began to rise in your throat. “Or for a reference you’ll actually understand, how about this: I’m the Bride of goddamn Frankenstein. A fucking patchwork quilt.”

Ben hardened again, even with the deep pit forming in his stomach.

“That’s enough—”

“And despite what little you, or my mom, Grace, Annie, or even the doctors have told me, I can’t even remember who did this to me or what the hell happened,” you said. Hot tears welled up in your eyes. You wiped at them furiously and turned your face away.

“So no, the indestructible supe doesn’t understand. You literally can’t!” You pushed away from the counter and did your best not to lose your balance when a wave of vertigo hit you.

Ben started toward you, but you held up a hand against him.

“Just leave me the hell alone,” you muttered.

It wasn’t the first time you’d ever said that to him, but somehow, this one cut into him worse than the last.

Over the next several weeks, you did begin to heal from your injuries. Your doctor even noted that you were healing better than she expected. Bruises faded, wounds slowly became scars, some of their stitches removed, and with the right topical medication, a couple of them began to disappear.

The memories remained—at least for Ben. Finding you in that dark, disgusting place, breaking your chains, seeing how thoroughly that piece of shit had worked you over…

It still made him angry at times. He’d broken a couple of mugs, and one near-empty beer bottle. (You’d only caught him once, though he’d given you some bullshit excuse as to why.)

Your memory, on the other hand, still didn’t return.

And you weren’t an easy patient. That episode in the kitchen wasn’t the first, nor was it the last. Often the pain made you crabby and irritable, whenever your medication wore off. The head injury was also causing vast mood swings that Ben could barely keep up with.

It was all he could do to stop himself from snapping back at you at times (and sometimes he failed). He wasn’t exactly Mr. Rogers.

Marie was the only buffer. At least, when she was home. On more than one occasion, she’d had to try and diffuse the tension.

She was working during the day though, which of course, left you with Ben.

You were prone to headaches and dizziness, so he was careful with you, more than he’d ever been. You were starting to notice how he sometimes had to correct himself before he touched you, or forced himself to be deliberately slow when he helped you.

Your mom had also been doting on you, laying out your clothes, brushing your hair, trying her best to cook for the three of you in the evening. Apparently, she’d been taking lessons, though she still couldn’t cook for shit. Ben often suggested takeout, since he was also no “Betty fucking Crocker,” in his own words.

Still, it was a foreign feeling to be taken care of. It often left you unbalanced, even after your vertigo settled, or your headaches eased.

You considered it while you and Ben were channel surfing together from opposite ends of the couch in the living room. Your mom had just given you a blanket to cover your shoulders, before she went off to water your potted plants on the balcony for you. It was a Saturday, so she had the day off work.

You watched her go with a measure of disbelief.

“Look at Mother Theresa go,” you remarked. “You’d think they replaced my mom with one of the Stepford Wives.”

Ben snorted, because he actually knew the movie you were talking about. You’d forced him to watch it with you a few months ago, mostly to tease him.

“She’s never babied me this much in my life,” you said. “Not even when I was still old enough to be babied.”

Instead of commiserating with you, Ben just sighed, shaking his head a little. He glanced away from the History Channel on the screen to shoot you a glance.

“Maybe you should cut your mom some fucking slack,” he said. “She’s doing a hell of a lot for you. Even more than I am.”

You raised a brow at him. While you had a feeling that wasn’t so easy for him to admit, something about his words annoyed you.

“You clearly don’t know her like I do,” you said.

Ben gave you a more direct look.

“I know plenty,” he said.

And in his eyes, you saw that he did know something. Perhaps too much. You gathered the throw blanket closer around your body and sank further into your side of the couch.

The last thing you wanted to talk about was your messed up childhood, let alone your father. You couldn’t even remember his death, though Marie told you that you had been there. And so had Ben.

You snuck a look at him while his attention had returned to the TV. He’d settled on Ice Road Truckers. You weren’t impressed.

“Ugh. Can we watch something else?” you asked. “Something funny maybe, like How I Met Your Mother?”

Ben shot you a look. “Sounds like a chick show.”

“Not true! It has universal appeal,” you argued. Slowly you raised yourself from your corner of the couch, grimacing just a bit as it disturbed the delicate equilibrium of your still-fractured skull. It was healing, but that, of course, would take the most time. Your headaches would turn into migraines if you weren’t careful.

Ben knew that full well as he watched you move towards him across the couch. He couldn’t help but reach out a hand to steady you by your arm. You gifted him with a smile and grabbed onto him.

“Please?” you implored.

Ben tried to remain unaffected, but that smile of yours was endearing. Plus, it wasn’t often that you willingly reached out to him, touched him.

“I’ll do you one better,” he said, turning off the TV with the remote. You gave him a curious look. He turned to you with a smile. “Let’s go for a ride.”

Of course this man would have a Benz, you thought. The car was black and sleek with beige interior, and it was both comfortable and decked out with all the modern bells and whistles.

You wondered if he knew what half of these buttons did as you gazed across the dashboard, but the path of your eyes continued until you settled on the man himself. Ben was casually dressed in a burgundy sweater and dark brown slacks, a silver Rolex on his wrist. He had one hand casually on the wheel and the other resting in his lap.

Part of you itched to take his hand, but you decided against it. You could admit, if only to yourself, that you were warming up to him.

Maybe you even liked him.

You knew you didn’t always make it easy, but he had been as patient and gentle as he could be with you, for a man who clearly wasn’t used to being either for anyone.

Despite his gruff exterior, however, you knew he had to care about you to put up with all this. It made you more willing to trust him…and even more curious about him.

“What’s my favorite color?” you asked.

Ben gave you a furrowed look. “What?”

You crossed your arms over your blouse.

“We’ve supposedly been together for a year,” you reasoned. “You should know what my favorite color is.”

He shook his head in disbelief.

“Come on,” you nudged his arm, trying to get him to smile. You succeeded, just a little.

“I don’t know…blue,” he guessed. Your mouth fell open in shock.

“How do you not know my favorite color’s red?” you said. “That’s the most basic thing ever.”

“What are you, five years old? Who fucking cares?” he said, rolling his eyes.

“I do!” you said. “Well, fine, Mr. Grump. When’s my birthday?”

With another shake of his head, he did correctly answer that question, at least.

“What’s my favorite food?” you asked.

“What’s with the goddamn quiz?” he retorted.

“I’m seeing how well you actually know me,” you countered. “Come on. Impress me.”

Ben slowed to a stop at a busy intersection. He’d been trying to jog your memory by passing certain landmarks he thought you might recognize, like the grocery store you two always shopped at, or the park where you liked to go for walks. So far, you seemed disinterested in the sights and more interested in grilling him.

Despite his longsuffering sigh, he had to wrack his brain in order to come up with something for you.

“The Beatles are your favorite band. Specifically the Abbey Road album,” he said.

That didn’t exactly answer your earlier question, but…he wasn’t wrong.

“Okay, you get a point there,” you said.

“And you fucking love Christmas,” he said, somehow with both annoyance and fondness. “Tacky as hell, with the…the ribbons, and the red flowers, and the jingle balls, and whatever the fuck else you can get your hands on. You love that shit. Because when you were a kid, that was the only time of the year your family got any peace.”

You were smiling at his description, but you sobered when he got to that last bit. Ben met your gaze.

“I know that you’ve had three boyfriends before me,” he said. Then, a smirk grew across his face. “But I’m the only one who’s made you come. Every time. Like a goddamn faucet.”

You gaped as your face grew red with a hot blush. “Excuse me—”

“You claim to like getting taken from behind the best. And you do. You’re all too happy to get bent in half for me. Hair pulling, ass-slapping, the whole sticky nine yards,” he continued, with an even fonder gleam of memory in his eyes. His hands caressed the leather wheel of his car, long fingers flexing.

“But you actually like it better when you can see my face, watch me work. I don’t blame you,” he added, smiling. “I mean, if there was an Oscar for laying it the fuck down, I would’ve taken that shit year after year. Would’ve beat out Bert Reynolds by a fucking landslide.”

You thought you were about to combust, whether from indignation, or straight up embarrassment, you didn’t know. (And you were going to ignore the little tremble of heat between your legs.)

But just as you were about to blow your top, figuratively speaking, Ben’s expression became more serious when his gaze returned to you.

“I know that you’ve had to take care of yourself. And that you’ve been alone all your life,” he said. Then a slight pause, before his attention went back to the road. “That’s something you and I have in common.”

The light turned green. Your anger and embarrassment settled, somewhat, into contemplation. You didn’t know what to make of this man.

He was infuriating, with all kinds of audacity. He was crass, and at times, he grated on your very last nerve.

But somehow, he knew you. He seemed to know the parts of you that you didn’t even want to know.

Sensing your angry gaze on the side of his face, he turned to you with a devil-may-care grin.

“You hungry?” he asked.

“Ben, I’m not dressed for this,” you said, leaning in close to whisper to him.

He’d taken you to a nice steakhouse for dinner, on the even more affluent side of town. You still couldn’t believe you’d moved out of New York City to Scarsdale, of all places.

Ben wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you closer, enough for you to feel his body heat.

“You’re just right,” he looked down on you with a teasing wink. It made you blush, despite yourself, with a small smile.

You went with him to a secluded booth in the back, by his request with the hostess. They seemed to know him, so maybe he was a regular. Or more likely, both of you were regulars. This place was only vaguely familiar, but when you saw the menu, you knew you were going to get the salmon.

Ben snorted when you said so.

“Yeah, that’s what you always get,” he said.

He smiled though—at the fact that this little outing was helping you make progress after all.

He didn’t need the menu either. He always ordered the dry-aged porterhouse steak. You couldn’t drink on the medication you were on, but he ordered a glass of bourbon for himself.

When the meal eventually came out, you glanced at his enormous plate with wide eyes. That had to be the biggest damn steak you’d ever seen, along with a huge loaded baked potato and a side of broccoli. You doubted the greens would do all that much for him, nutrition-wise.

“Whoa. Did they cut up a stegosaurus back there?” you quipped.

Ben chuckled. He’d actually missed your sense of humor, no matter how dumb it was sometimes. He unwrapped the steak knife they gave him from his napkin and started to carve a big piece.

You raised your brows, but shifted your attention to your fish and mashed potatoes. It was delicious. Like melt-in-your-mouth good, and you weren’t sure fish was supposed to be “melty.” No wonder you two liked coming here.

But then, your thoughts were entirely derailed.

Hearing the sound of his knife hitting the plate, carving into the meat—it struck a discordant note in your mind. You looked over, and the sharp, silvery gleam of it caused a vision to flash across your eyes…

Of a blade sliding against your skin, over and over. Along with questions. The same questions being asked of you, over and over.

You can’t. You can’t. You can’t.

“Tell me!” a man demanded. “Give me something.”

He grabbed your face, squeezed your neck until you choked on blood and spit.

“Hey!” a more familiar voice cut through it all. “Come on, sweetheart. Answer me.”

You blinked and caught yourself mid-gasp, staring into the deep green of Ben’s eyes.

Your head was resting on his shoulder, his hand pressed to the side of your cheek, which stung slightly, as if he’d had to try and wake you. His arm was wrapped around your waist in the booth.

He was gentle in sliding your hair away from your face, but his own was hard and almost angry, as his brows were knitted together. His gaze then traveled across the room, and you realized that there were other people in the restaurant now watching you and Ben. Even the servers stopped what they were doing at the sound of his shout.

He gave them all a pointed glare.

“What? Nothing to fucking see here,” he snapped. Most of them were wise enough to turn away, back to their meals and conversation. Ben focused on you as you caught your breath. You were finally able to support yourself, though you stayed leaning on his shoulder. He wasn’t about to let you go either, until he got some answers.

“What the hell happened?” he asked. You frowned at his gruff tone, until you met his eyes. Somehow, you could see that there was worry there.

You glanced down, and you closed your eyes when you saw it. You pressed your face into his arm to steady yourself.

“The uh…the knife,” you whispered. “It made me see something…remember something.”

“What did you remember?” he asked quickly. You sucked in a shuddering breath, squeezing your eyes shut tighter.

“Nothing good,” you whispered.

You felt him pause. You heard the shuffle of silverware, a thump on the table. Then his hand came up and cupped your cheek.

“It’s okay. I put it away,” he said.

Tears burned behind your eyelids, and you buried your face harder against his chest. At this point, it wasn’t just about seeing the knife. It was knowing that whatever had happened to you, it had truly been hell. Unlike anything you’d ever been through before.

“You want to go home?” came Ben’s voice, deep and steady in your ear.

You sniffed and nodded, as your tears seeped into the fabric of his sweater. He rubbed your back, holding you more securely.

“Okay,” he said. “Let’s go.”

Unfortunately, the episode at the restaurant led you to a migraine. Ben carried you to the master bedroom and laid you down, helped you undress down to your underwear, and gave you a shirt you liked to sleep in. He turned all the lights off and made sure the curtains were closed tight.

Marie brought you your pain medication with a glass of water. Ben hoped there was enough in your stomach that the pills wouldn’t make you nauseous as well, like they occasionally did.

After you took the meds, you curled up on the bed and closed your eyes tightly, trying not to whimper like a child. You’d dealt with pain before; that was nothing new. But this was getting ridiculous.

Ben gave Marie a certain look. “I’ve got it from here.”

She gazed at you with sympathetic tears in her eyes, but she nodded and touched his arm.

“If you need anything, just call for me,” she whispered.

Ben nodded, but he closed the door behind her and began by taking off his watch, then his shoes, pants, and sweater. He changed into a pair of sweatpants and a loose shirt.

You were too busy hugging your pillow and pressing your face into it. You didn’t realize he was still with you until the bed dipped behind you.

Ben turned you around and gathered you into his arms. You inhaled sharply, but then you clung to him. His chest and middle were warm, a bit unnaturally so.

“You’re hot,” you muttered, splaying a hand against his chest. “Like a radiator.”

Ben quirked a smile. “Yeah, you tend to complain about that.”

You shook your head and pressed yourself closer to him. “Not today.”

You pulled back enough to see Ben’s face. He was still awake, but he opened his eyes and met yours in the dim light. You reached up and touched his bearded cheek, hesitantly.

“Why can’t I remember?” you asked, in a broken voice.

Ben’s brows furrowed. He curled his hand around yours and let out a breath.

“I don’t know,” he said, but all he wanted was for this to be over.

“I could take this from you,” he said. “What’s the big fucking deal about a blood transfusion?”

Your fingers stilled against his cheek. Your tearful eyes averted from his, but you weren’t as opposed to the idea as you were before.

“The last time, it healed me?” you asked.

“Within the hour,” he said. His hand tightened a fraction on yours. “It’ll be like it never happened. And your memories could even come back.”

You sighed, briefly closing your eyes. Your hand fell from his cheek, but you nodded.

“Okay. I’ll think about it,” you said.

Ben’s frown remained, but at least it was a step in the right direction. He took your chin and slowly tilted your face up to his. You stared up at him with shining eyes. He didn’t like the pain he still saw there, but he did like the way you glanced down at his lips.

He hadn’t tasted you in so damn long, it was like indulging a craving he’d been denying himself. It was even harder to slow down and ease away from your lips.

You rested your forehead against his chest afterward.

“Wow,” you breathed. “Okay.”

Ben chuckled. But unlike the movies, a kiss didn’t break the spell. You were his, but not completely.

He wanted nothing more than to show you how much you could be…but your body was still weak. He would have to continue protecting you, even from himself.

“I want to stay here tonight,” he said.

Despite his earlier thoughts, he didn’t think he could take one more night of not being with you in this bed. He could control himself. He just wanted to make sure you were all right, and safe with him.

It took you a moment to decide, but you nodded.

“You can stay,” you agreed, with a more teasing smile. “I don’t think your old man back can handle the couch anymore.”

He snorted in amusement. There was some more of your sense of humor peeking through.

Meanwhile, you still weren’t totally convinced that him sleeping in the bed with you was a good idea. A good part of you craved his nearness, and how he made you feel safe…but you also weren’t sure if you were ready to continue being so vulnerable with him.

Just when you were about to put some distance here between you and tell him to stay on his side, Ben rolled you back around so that your back was pressed to his chest. He slid a warm, strong arm around your waist. His lips pressed to your bare shoulder. The sleep shirt you wore (one of his old shirts) had ridden down your arm.

“Just relax,” he said. “I’ve got you.”

And you actually believed it.

You felt comfortable and secure in his embrace. Soon enough, you relaxed into him.

Sleep wasn’t easy, but you got there in time. It even lasted for a while.

Just not long enough.

In your dreams, there were flashes of things that didn’t make sense. They were jumbled together like white noise on a TV, occasionally screeching with color, and mostly red with blood.

You woke up shaking and sweating.

You didn’t disappoint him. You reached for him and buried your face in the crook of his neck for a while, trying to ground yourself in him. He held you and rubbed your back until you calmed down.

When you pulled away slightly, and spoke his name in the dark, Ben looked into your eyes. For a moment, he could’ve sworn you were there. The real you.

“Thanks for staying with me,” you whispered.

Ben was disappointed. This wasn’t you remembering. But at least, this was you being you, thanking a man like him.

He just nodded and guided you back into his arms. You let him hold you for the rest of the night.

AN: So close, but yet so far. 🥲

But just wait for the last part...

Next Time:

You brushed your fingers over that picture in wonder. You didn’t remember that day, even though you were sure you must have been there…

It was so odd to see so much of your life in pictures, yet it was all still so fuzzy, or entirely blank in your mind.

You paused, blushing once again when you saw the picture of you getting out of the shower with the towel barely wrapped around your body. Why the hell would this be in a photo album?

You quickly moved on. Though you stopped next at a picture of you and Ben in what looked like a dark nightclub. The way he was holding you, looking at you like he was ready to devour you, and the way you were looking up at him, with a smile that said he’d better damn well try…

It made a sharp pain lance behind your eyes.

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