#rest in peace chris simon

[deathbysports]

honestly, if we want hockey to be a better and safer sport, the league, the media, and even us (the fans) should give up this idea that fighting is what makes hockey entertaining. hockey fights and heavy hits *are* fun to watch, don't get me wrong, and I still really find them fun to watch, but honestly with chris simon dying from cte and matt rempe potentially risking his own life... I won't be mad if fighting becomes less common either (or if hockey fights die out altogether). Because at the end of the day entertainment is not worth risking your life over. Fights aren't what make hockey entertaining. Not the only thing anyway. What makes hockey entertaining is the young rookies, the hat tricks, the ways of scoring we didn't know were possible (ex. the michigan), the cellys, the goalies and the stories that come with it. Hockey will always be a dangerous sport. Unfortunately all sports will be. However, that doesn't mean we shouldn't make it safer for younger generations.

Also, we can't advocate for a safer league and still cheer for a young rookie getting into a violent fight at the same time. It's honestly time to stop glorifying this sort of thing. Sorry but the era of "enforcers" is slowly coming to an end, and we need to let it die. Hockey isn't going to die out if fights disappear. Hockey isn't going to die out if it becomes slightly less physical. I promise.

[wehaveagathering]

Matt Rempe // b. June 29, 2002 Derek Boogaard // b. June 23, 1982; d. May 13, 2011 Chris Simon // b. January 30, 1972; d. March 18, 2024

Rest in peace, Chris Simon.

Like You, Roque Dalton; translated by Jack Hirschman.

Michael Mooney / Tim Nwachukwu / Jared Silber / [screengrab] / Michael Mooney / Joshua Sarner / Len Redkoles / Jared Silber / Sarah Stier / Joshua Sarner / Michael Mooney / Chris Tanouye / Andre Ringuette / Paul Bereswill / Bruce Bennett / Bruce Kluckhohn / Jim McIsaac

[thingsmk1120sayz]

Rest in peace Chris Simon he was 52

[roc-haze]

From the ‘Pushing It Down and Praying’ series. Find the masterlist here.

Layla | WillNE

Pushing It Down and Praying - Will’s Perspective

Warning: George comes off as the bad guy here. In the first editions of this series, we get a lot of backstory about her friendships with the group and the comfortability. George’s reaction here is obviously not reflective of what we see on screen - it’s just necessary for the angst ✨

Will’s Perspective

It had been one of those weeks.

Not for him, necessarily. It’d been a week of inconveniences. Ieuan was working on another project, both of his usual editors were unwell. For the first time in a hot minute, Will had edited his own content from start to finish. But walking into the Clarke-Dixon-Hill flat, it was clear that the heaviness in the air wasn’t on his account.

Arthur’s last minute “the tour has sold out” party was meant to be a chill gathering. Most nights at their flat were peaceful, ending in a few games of FIFA and depending on if Chris had done a shop - sometimes they’d secure a tea and some biccies. Walking in, though, it wasn’t the chill, laidback night he’d assumed it to be. It was loud music, girls gossiping in corners and George deciding to roleplay the bartender from hell.

Will hadn’t even wanted to come at first, but when Lux had casually mentioned she’d be there, that was enough.

Y/N lit up a room. She walked in and it was like the light suddenly got brighter. Freya had once described her as “sunshine in human form”, and Will didn’t think there was a term more fitting for who she was. Tonight wasn’t any different, except for a certain tiredness behind her eyes and a stiffness in her posture. Almost like she was on edge. However, that could be totally attributed to George’s ongoing interrogation.

Will stayed mostly in the corner with Simon and Josh, faking interest in their conversation about golf, but his eyes kept drifting back to her. She’d parked herself at the kitchen bench, making her way through a cocktail that George probably shouldn’t have served anyone with taste buds. Will didn’t miss the way she’d poured half of it into the houseplant once George turned his back to her. Y/N didn’t notice Will watching. But George did.

And of course, with alcohol in his system and lowered inhibitions, George had zero filter.

The hair on the back of Will’s neck went up the second he heard George ask, “Not to sound like a prick, Y/N, but where’s Alex?” Too loud, too direct. Making the bustling room feel like a pin could drop.

He glanced at Lux, who was already clocking the conversation from across the room. Freezy, too. They exchanged a look and made their way over. The tone had shifted, but George had no clue he’d just crossed a line. The boys had been around Y/N for an almost a decade. They knew that this conversation wouldn’t well.

George pressed again, lips pursed. “Do you love him?”

Talia had beat the boys to it, not letting her respond. “Give it a rest, George. She’s come straight from work. Let her chill before you interrogate her.”

Thank god, Will thought.

Still, Will saw how her shoulders relaxed like she’d been holding her breath the entire time. Freya and Talia were behind her now, getting her comfy on the couches. She looked like she needed softness.

But he kept close, moving to the kitchen where Freezy was nursing a beer.

“That was rough,” Freezy muttered under his breath.

Will nodded. “I don’t get why he pushes like that. It’s not his place.”

“She’s already stretched thin,” Freezy said, glancing toward the couch where she was now sitting, surrounded by the girls. “I just worry that the newer guys feel like they are entitled to poke at her.”

Lux wandered over, resting a hand on Freezy’s shoulder. “He saw Will gawking at her. That’s what set him off. Maybe he’s jealous.”

Will sighed, rubbing his temple. “If anyone makes her feel like shit tonight, I’m saying something. Just a heads up.”

Freezy quirked an eyebrow. “About time. Everyone knows you’re down bad.”

“Shut up Cal,” Will said, too tired to pretend. “This isn’t about that. It’s just… she deserves better than being put on trial in the middle of a party.”

They watched her laugh weakly at something Talia said. She looked grateful to be away from the questions, but exhausted.

——

He didn’t get a chance to speak to her again until later that night, after Chris had followed her into George’s ensuite. The girls had been the ultimate protection detail, keeping her to themselves. Will lingered nearby, waiting to check on her. When Chris left, he gave Will a nod, patting his shoulder.

He knocked on the door, bottle of wine in hand.

“Why don’t we just sit in the bath, chat shit, and drink this expensive wine I copped from Mr Calfreezy?”

She pulled off her shoes and climbed into the bath like it was the most natural thing in the world. And suddenly, they were back to that familiar rhythm. Their knees touching, their voices soft, the rest of the party slipping into the background.

He let her talk. Didn’t interrupt. Just passed the bottle back and forth, actively listening and adding in the occasional joke when it called for some comedic relief.

She opened up about Alex. The relationship. How it wasn’t working out. Things he already thought he knew, but were confirmed finally.

Will fought the urge to tell her how he felt. But in all the scenarios and all the ways he’d imagined telling her, none of them included her feeling this tired and worn down.

Instead, he told her the truth: that he cared. That she could call whenever she was ready, and he’d answer.

No pressure.

——

Later, George came in. Freezy and Lux weren’t too far behind him.

“Out,” he said, trying to play it off with a grin. “Go be social. You’re stealing my ensuite.”

Will stood up first. “Mate, maybe read the room next time, yeah?”

George’s brows furrowed. “What’s your problem?”

Freezy appeared at the door. “You are. She’s in here opening up about the very thing you pushed her to talk about.”

Lux stood by the door, arms crossed. You okay, he mouthed to her.

Will’s voice was calm but firm. “We’re her mates. We love her. Your delivery has been a bit shit tonight. Figure that out before you pour your next round.”

George looked stunned. No one ever called him out. But to his credit, he didn’t argue. There wasn’t a bad bone in his body. He’d just taken it slightly too far.

Will turned back to Freezy and Lux. “Thanks for that.”

Freezy smirked. “Don’t thank me. I only came in here to see my best friend.” Pointing to Y/N, both boys scoffed.

——

Outside, walking her home, arms linked, she laughed like she hadn’t in days.

When they stood in front of her flat, she pulled him into a hug, hanging on and savouring the moment. And he almost kissed her.

Almost.

But he stood back.

“Oh fuck. Y/N, I’m so sorry. I’ve made it weird now.”

Her response was soft, but steady. “No, you haven’t. I just need some time to figure out my shit first. It’s not fair to Alex.”

He nodded. “I know. I meant what I said.”

And she smiled. “If I call…”

“I’ll answer.”

A week later, she called.

You know the rest. He answered.

——-

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[yassbishimvintage]

Dearly Beloved

MDNI!

Warnings: Fluff, smut

A/N: Y'all are in for a surprise at the end :)

Divider by @cafekitsune

One night Simone is making dinner. Kelvin is waiting for her finish. She looks over at him. She smiles. “In our three years together when was the last time time we used condoms?” He asks her.

Simone raised an eyebrow at the question, her smile deepening as she continued to stir the sauce. She glanced over at Kelvin, her expression playful yet thoughtful. "Well, if we're talking about our three years together... I'd say it's been a while."

Kelvin gave her a smirk, leaning in closer. "I figured as much. Just curious."

She laughed softly, her gaze softening as she looked at him. "I guess we’ve been trusting each other for a while now, haven’t we?"

Kelvin nodded, his eyes locking onto hers with a hint of seriousness behind the playful tone. "Yeah, I think it's safe to say we know where we stand."

Simone’s heart skipped a beat at the intensity in his gaze, but she didn’t let it show. She kept her tone light, teasing him. "That’s because you can’t seem to stay away from me."

Kelvin chuckled, kissing her cheek before returning to help set the table. "That’s true. You’re pretty irresistible."

She smiled, finishing the sauce and turning her attention to the rest of the meal. "Well, we both know it's not just me. You're the one who keeps me on my toes."

Kelvin grinned, watching her work. "Guess we make a good team."

Kelvin walked up behind Simone, his footsteps quiet against the floor. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her gently against him as he kissed the soft skin of her neck. His lips lingered there for a moment, a shiver of warmth running through her at the familiar touch.

Simone sighed contentedly, tilting her head to give him better access. "Kelvin..." she whispered, her voice a mix of affection and playfulness.

He smiled against her skin, his breath warm. "Just making sure you know I’m still here," he murmured, nuzzling her neck before planting another soft kiss just beneath her ear.

She turned her head slightly, catching his lips in a brief but tender kiss. "You don't have to remind me," she said with a soft smile, her fingers brushing against his as she leaned back into him.

Kelvin chuckled, his hands moving to her hips as he held her close. "I just can’t help it," he admitted, his voice low and teasing. "You drive me crazy."

Simone laughed, turning in his arms to face him. "Well, I guess I should take that as a compliment."

"You should," he said, his gaze softening as he looked down at her, his smile genuine. "You’re my favorite person."

After dinner, Simone and Kelvin settled onto the couch, the warmth of the evening wrapping around them. She pulled a cozy blanket over them, nestling into his side as he flicked through the Disney movie options.

"How about The Lion King?" he suggested, glancing down at her with a playful smile. "It's a classic."

Simone smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. "Sounds perfect. I could use a good dose of nostalgia."

The opening notes of the iconic soundtrack filled the room, and they both relaxed into the familiar comfort of the movie. Kelvin’s arm draped across her shoulders, and she sighed contentedly, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on his chest.

The evening unfolded lazily—no rushing, just the soft flicker of the TV screen and the easy rhythm of their breathing as they shared this quiet moment together. As Simba’s journey played out, Simone felt a peacefulness settle over her. This was her kind of night: simple, yet full of warmth.

Kelvin shifted slightly, pulling her even closer, and she let out a soft hum of contentment, her body melting into his. "I could stay like this forever," she murmured.

He kissed the top of her head, his voice soft and sincere. "Me too. There’s no place I’d rather be."

The movie continued, but they both knew that these moments, the ones they shared quietly and comfortably, were the ones that mattered most.

Simone stood up from the couch, stretching as she moved toward the bathroom, her movements graceful and effortless. Kelvin couldn’t help but smile as he watched her go, admiring the way she carried herself with such ease and confidence. His gaze lingered for a moment, appreciating the quiet beauty of her presence.

He leaned back on the couch, his thoughts drifting to how perfect the evening had been so far—slow, simple, and full of contentment. He was grateful for these moments with her, the ones where everything felt right, without the noise of the outside world. It was just them, enjoying each other’s company.

A few minutes later, he heard the soft sound of the bathroom door opening, and he turned his head, waiting for Simone to return. She stepped back into the living room, her eyes meeting his as she gave him a playful grin.

“Something on your mind?” she asked, arching an eyebrow, sensing the smile that had never quite left his face.

Kelvin chuckled, his eyes sparkling. “Just admiring you. Can’t help it.”

Simone rolled her eyes with a soft laugh, but the warmth in her expression told him she wasn’t bothered by the attention. “Flatterer,” she teased, before moving back toward the couch to snuggle up with him again.

Kelvin pulled her close, wrapping his arm around her, content to pick up where they had left off, knowing the night was far from over.

“And you know I leave for filming at the end of the week.” He says.

Simone paused for a moment as she nestled back into Kelvin’s embrace, her mind briefly shifting from the present to the upcoming days. She looked up at him, her expression soft but understanding.

“I know,” she said, her voice quiet but steady, a small sigh escaping her lips. “I’ll miss you, but you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do.”

Kelvin’s hand gently stroked her hair as he held her close, his eyes filled with a mixture of affection and concern. “I hate being away from you. You know that.”

She smiled, her fingers brushing lightly across his chest. “I know. But we’ve been through it before. We’ll be fine. And you’ve got your work to focus on.”

Kelvin looked down at her, his gaze filled with warmth. “Still, I’m going to miss this—just us, at home, doing nothing but enjoying each other.”

Simone’s heart softened, and she leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. “We’ll make the most of the time we have left before you go. And when you’re gone, I’ll be counting down the days until you’re back.”

He smiled, the weight of the upcoming separation settling on his shoulders, but the comfort of Simone’s presence kept him grounded. “I’ll make sure to come back to you as soon as I can.”

They both fell into a comfortable silence, enjoying the closeness of the moment, savoring the time they had left before their worlds would once again shift.

Saturday morning arrived quietly, with the soft hum of the car as Simone drove Kelvin to the airport. The early sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over everything, but there was a quiet sadness in the air—a familiar ache that had settled between them over time.

It had become a ritual now, this early drive to the airport. Every few weeks, they would repeat the same goodbye, the same exchange of smiles and quiet words. Despite how routine it had become, it never lost its emotional weight.

Kelvin sat beside her, his hand resting on her thigh as he gazed out the window. Simone’s fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, the silence between them comfortable, but heavy with the knowledge of the hours ahead when they wouldn’t be together.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” Simone asked, her voice soft, even though she knew the answer.

Kelvin looked at her, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You know I’d love that, but I’ve got work to do. And you’ve got your own stuff going on too.”

She nodded, stealing a glance at him. “I know. It just feels weird, you know? Not having you around for a while.”

“I get it,” he said, his hand squeezing hers reassuringly. “But this won’t be forever. And I promise, when I get back, we’ll make up for lost time.”

Simone smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m counting on it.”

As they pulled up to the airport, the familiar signs and hustle of travelers in motion reminded them that time was slipping away. Kelvin’s flight would soon take him far from home, and they would have to make do with the distance between them.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to her, giving her a lingering kiss on the cheek. “I’ll miss you,” he murmured, his voice low but full of sincerity.

Simone smiled softly, her fingers brushing over his hand before he stepped out of the car. “I’ll miss you too. Go do your thing, and I’ll be right here waiting.”

Before Kelvin stepped out of the car, he paused and turned back to face Simone, his expression soft but intense. He reached out and gently cupped her face in his hands, leaning in to press three quick, tender kisses to her forehead.

“Three for luck,” he whispered, his voice filled with affection. It was a gesture that had become a comforting routine between them, a small but meaningful tradition.

Simone smiled, closing her eyes for a moment as she savored the feeling of his kisses, the warmth of his love lingering on her skin. "I’ll keep those with me," she replied quietly, her heart swelling with the familiarity and comfort of the ritual.

Kelvin’s smile deepened, and he gave her a soft squeeze on the hand before he stepped back, his bag slung over his shoulder. “I’ll be thinking of you every second. See you soon,” he said, his tone both reassuring and heartfelt.

Simone nodded, trying to hold back the sadness that crept in with the realization that the next few days would be quiet without him. “I’ll be here when you get back,” she said with a smile that didn’t quite hide the longing in her eyes.

With one last glance, Kelvin turned and walked toward the terminal, his figure slowly disappearing into the crowd. Simone remained in the car for a moment, her hand resting over her forehead where his kisses had been, feeling the connection between them even from a distance.

She took a deep breath, started the car, and drove away, carrying the good luck he’d left her with, knowing that despite the miles between them, their bond would remain.

With a final glance at each other, they shared a quiet moment before Kelvin grabbed his bag and walked toward the terminal, leaving Simone behind, her heart heavy but proud of the man he was. She waited until he was out of sight, then started the engine, driving off with the promise of their next reunion lingering in the back of her mind.

As Simone sat in the car, driving away from the airport, the thought of the six months Kelvin would be gone lingered heavily in her mind. He had told her about the movie project that was keeping him away for that long—an exciting role, one he’d been working toward for a while. But even knowing that, the idea of spending months apart felt daunting.

She remembered the way his eyes had lit up when he spoke about the role. It was a big opportunity, one that he couldn’t pass up, and Simone had always been proud of him for pursuing his dreams. But the reality of the separation weighed on her heart. Six months was a long time, especially when they were so used to being in each other’s lives, sharing the small moments that made everything feel connected.

The night before, as they lay together, he’d mentioned it again—how this was the kind of role he had always wanted. It would require him to be on location for months, immersed in his character and the film's world. He’d apologized, as he always did when he had to leave for an extended period, but Simone had reassured him. She knew how important this was for him.

Still, the thought of not seeing him every day, of not waking up with him or having him there to share little moments with, was difficult to swallow. It was a mix of pride and longing, the kind of bittersweet feeling that came with knowing something was good for him, even though it meant being apart for a while.

The idea of counting down the days until his return seemed too far off. But Simone knew she could handle it. They had built a strong foundation, one that distance couldn’t break. And she reminded herself that while six months felt like an eternity now, it would pass quicker than she expected.

She took a deep breath and glanced at the clock, pushing her thoughts aside as she refocused on the road. It wasn’t easy, but she knew they could make it through. The distance would only make their reunion that much sweeter.

The next morning, Simone woke up to the familiar sound of her phone ringing. She squinted at the screen, her heart giving a little flutter when she saw Kelvin’s name. She quickly answered, her voice still soft with sleep.

“Kel?” she said, trying to shake off the grogginess from her early wake-up. “Is everything okay?”

There was a pause on the other end, and then his voice, rich and comforting, came through. “Hey, baby. I just wanted to hear your voice first thing. I miss you already.”

Simone smiled, feeling the warmth of his words despite the distance. “I miss you too,” she replied, sitting up in bed and pulling the covers around her as she got more comfortable. “I just dropped you off yesterday, and already it feels like forever.”

“I know,” he said with a hint of a sigh. “I got to my hotel room late last night, and it didn’t feel right without you here. I keep thinking about how we’d be lounging around, doing nothing together today.”

She could hear the affection in his voice, and it made her smile softly. “I know the feeling,” she said, her tone a little lighter. “It’s weird, waking up without you here. But I guess this is the new normal for a while.”

“I’ll make it up to you when I get back. I swear,” Kelvin promised, his words full of sincerity. “I know six months is a long time, but I’ll be thinking about you every single day.”

Simone could feel the warmth of his love through the phone, the same deep connection they always shared, even when apart. “I know, Kel. And I’ll be thinking of you too. Just don’t work too hard. Take care of yourself out there.”

“I’ll be fine, as long as I know you’re okay. You promise you’ll take care of yourself too?”

Simone smiled softly, her heart a little lighter now. “I promise. And when you get back, we’ll make up for all the time apart. I’m already looking forward to it.”

“Me too,” he said with a small laugh. “Alright, I’ve got to run for a bit, but I just wanted to start the day with you. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Simone whispered, her smile deepening. “Be safe out there. I’ll talk to you later.”

With that, they hung up, and as Simone set the phone down, she couldn’t help but feel a little bit of comfort knowing that even though they were miles apart, they were still connected by their love, as strong as ever.

One afternoon, as Simone was going through her emails, deleting spam and sorting through the usual work-related messages, one subject line caught her attention: "Your Upcoming Trip Itinerary."

Confused, she clicked it open. The email contained all the details of a flight booked in her name—departure time, destination, and even the confirmation number. It was a first-class ticket to the city where Kelvin was filming.

Her heart skipped a beat as she scrolled through the email, rereading it to make sure she wasn’t imagining things. The departure date was just a week away. She hadn't planned a trip, but there it was: a plane ticket with her name on it.

Almost immediately, her phone buzzed with an incoming text. It was from Kelvin.

Kelvin: Check your email yet?

Simone grinned, quickly typing back. Simone: Yes, I’m looking at it right now. Did you do this?

His reply came within seconds. Kelvin: Of course. Six months is too long. I need to see you, even if just for a weekend.

Her smile grew, her heart swelling with emotion. He always found ways to surprise her, even when he was far away.

Simone: You didn’t have to do this. But thank you. I’ve missed you so much.

Kelvin: I’ve missed you more. Besides, I want you here with me, even if it’s just for a little while. Can you come?

She didn’t hesitate to reply. Simone: Of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

For the rest of the day, Simone couldn’t stop smiling. The thought of seeing Kelvin, even for just a weekend, made the days leading up to the trip feel brighter. She started mentally packing her bags, already imagining the moment they’d be reunited.

When Simone stepped off the plane, a wave of anticipation washed over her. The airport was bustling with travelers, but her focus was singular: getting to Kelvin. She navigated through the terminal with her carry-on in tow, her heart racing with excitement.

As she exited, she immediately noticed a chauffeur standing near the curb, holding a sign with her name on it.

"Ms. Simone?" the man asked politely as she approached.

"That’s me," she replied with a smile, her curiosity piqued.

"This way, please," the driver said, taking her bag and leading her to a sleek black car parked just outside.

Simone slid into the backseat, her heart fluttering as she settled in. The car smelled of fresh leather, and soft jazz played in the background. She texted Kelvin as the car pulled away from the curb.

Simone: Just landed. There’s a car here waiting for me—was this you?

Moments later, her phone buzzed. Kelvin: Of course it was me. Only the best for my girl. See you soon.

Her smile widened as she glanced out the window, taking in the unfamiliar city. The drive wasn’t long, but every second felt like forever as her excitement grew.

When the car finally stopped in front of a boutique hotel, the driver opened the door for her. "Mr. Harrison has arranged everything. Your room is ready, but he’s waiting for you upstairs."

Simone nodded, thanking the driver before stepping into the hotel. The lobby was elegant but understated, the kind of place Kelvin knew she’d love. She checked in quickly and headed for the elevator, her heart racing as it ascended to the designated floor.

The moment the doors opened, she saw him standing there, leaning casually against the wall, his face lighting up the second he saw her.

“Kel,” she breathed, dropping her bag and rushing toward him.

He caught her in his arms, holding her tight as if letting go wasn’t an option. “You’re here,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

“And so are you,” she whispered back, her smile pressed against his shoulder.

For a moment, neither of them said anything. They didn’t need to. Being together again after so much time apart said everything words couldn’t.

Kelvin’s arms wrapped around Simone, pulling her close as he hugged her tightly, as if trying to make up for every moment they’d spent apart. She melted into his embrace, feeling the familiar warmth of his presence that she’d missed so much.

“I missed you,” he murmured into her hair, his voice low and full of emotion.

“I missed you too,” Simone whispered, clutching the back of his shirt as if she didn’t want to let go.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his hands still resting on her waist. His eyes searched her face, taking in every detail as if he hadn’t seen her in years. “You have no idea how much I needed this. Seeing you... it’s everything.”

She smiled up at him, her fingers brushing a stray curl from his forehead. “I think I do, because I feel the same way.”

Kelvin leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, then her nose, and finally her lips, lingering for a moment as if savoring every second.

“Come on,” he said, taking her hand and grabbing her bag with his other. “I’ve got the whole weekend planned, and it starts with us not leaving this room for the next few hours.”

Simone laughed, the sound light and carefree as she let him lead her into the hotel suite. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”

He grinned over his shoulder. “Every single day.”

The door closed behind them, shutting out the world as they fell into the kind of comfort and joy that only being together could bring.

The moment they entered his hotel suite, Kelvin kicked the door shut behind them, dropping her bag to the floor without a second thought. His hands were on her before she could say a word, gripping her waist firmly as he pressed her back against the wall.

Simone gasped softly, her heart racing as his lips captured hers in a hungry, passionate kiss. She could feel the intensity of his longing, the way he’d been holding back for months.

“You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about this,” he murmured against her lips, his voice low and filled with desire.

Her hands slid up his chest, fisting his shirt as she pulled him closer. “I might have an idea,” she teased breathlessly, her words punctuated by another kiss.

Kelvin’s hands roamed her body, as if reacquainting himself with every curve he’d missed. “Six months,” he muttered, his forehead resting against hers. “Six months without you was torture.”

Simone smiled, her fingers threading through his hair. “Then you better make up for lost time.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. His lips trailed from her mouth to her jawline, then down her neck, leaving a heated trail that made her shiver. Her back arched against the wall as she clung to him, every inch of her responding to his touch.

Kelvin pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his eyes dark and full of need. “You’re not leaving this room until I’ve made up for every single day we’ve been apart.”

Simone smirked, her own desire mirroring his. “Good. Because I don’t plan on going anywhere.”

With that, he scooped her up effortlessly, carrying her further into the suite as their laughter and whispered promises filled the space.

Kelvin carried Simone with ease, his grip firm yet tender as he made his way to the bed. When he reached it, he gently lowered her onto the plush mattress, his hands lingering on her hips as if he couldn’t bear to let go.

Simone leaned back slightly, her hair spilling across the crisp white sheets as she looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “You’re being so careful,” she teased softly, her voice laced with warmth.

He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I haven’t seen you in months. I’m savoring this moment.”

Her heart swelled at his words, and she reached up, pulling him down to her. “Then don’t hold back, Kel. I’m right here.”

Kelvin’s lips curved into a smile, but the look in his eyes had shifted, deepened. He leaned down, his lips finding hers again in a kiss that was slower this time, deliberate and full of emotion.

His hands moved to frame her face, his thumbs brushing lightly against her cheeks as if committing every detail of her to memory. Simone sighed into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer.

Kelvin broke the kiss just enough to rest his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her skin. “You’re everything to me, Simone,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Her lips curved into a soft smile as her fingers ran through his hair. “And you’re everything to me,” she replied, her words as steady as her heartbeat.

For a moment, the world outside the room didn’t exist. It was just the two of them, caught in the kind of intimacy that went beyond physical connection—a love that felt timeless and infinite.

Simone's mischievous smile lit up her face as she tugged him closer by his collar. “Just fuck me already,” she said, her voice dripping with playful impatience.

Kelvin froze for a moment, then let out a low chuckle, his eyes darkening as he met her gaze. “You don’t have to tell me twice,” he murmured, his tone laced with amusement and desire.

In an instant, his playful restraint evaporated. His lips were on hers again, rougher this time, as his hands roamed her body with purpose. Simone matched his intensity, her fingers digging into his shoulders as their laughter gave way to breathless passion.

Kelvin leaned over her, pressing her further into the bed as his kisses moved from her lips to her neck, trailing heat wherever they landed. “You always know how to push my buttons, don’t you?” he teased, his voice low against her skin.

“Someone’s gotta keep you on your toes,” she shot back, her voice hitching as he nipped at her collarbone.

Kelvin pulled back just enough to smirk at her, his hands slipping under the hem of her shirt. “You’re impossible,” he said, his voice rough with affection.

“And you love it,” she quipped, tugging him down to her again.

“I do,” he admitted, his lips claiming hers once more as they gave in to the desire they’d both been holding back for far too long.

A few hours later, Simone stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the delicate straps of her dress. The soft material hugged her curves perfectly, and the deep emerald color brought out the warm undertones of her skin. She ran her fingers through her hair, giving it one last tousle before reaching for her earrings.

Kelvin, already dressed in a fitted black button-up and tailored slacks, lounged on the bed, watching her with a satisfied smirk. “You clean up nicely,” he teased, his eyes trailing over her figure.

Simone shot him a playful look through the mirror. “As if you’d let me leave this room looking anything less than perfect.”

He chuckled, standing and moving to her side. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he rested his chin on her shoulder. “You’re always perfect to me,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to her neck.

She rolled her eyes, but her smile betrayed her. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

Kelvin laughed and reached for her clutch on the dresser, handing it to her. “Good, because I plan on spending the rest of the night showing you off.”

Simone turned to face him, smoothing the collar of his shirt. “Let’s just make sure we actually get to dinner this time,” she said with a smirk.

He grinned, taking her hand and leading her toward the door. “Fine, but only because I’m starving.”

They stepped out into the cool evening, hand in hand, ready to enjoy the night ahead. The city lights twinkled around them, but to Kelvin, nothing shone brighter than Simone.

After finishing their intimate dinner, Kelvin and Simone stepped out into the crisp evening air. The city buzzed around them, but they found a quiet street lined with trees and glowing lampposts. Their footsteps fell into an easy rhythm as they walked side by side, her arm looped through his.

Simone leaned into him slightly, her head resting against his shoulder. “I missed this,” she said softly, her voice almost carried away by the gentle breeze.

Kelvin glanced down at her, his expression tender. “Me too. Just you and me, no distractions.”

They strolled in comfortable silence for a while, the soft hum of the city serving as background music to their moment. Every now and then, Kelvin would squeeze her hand or brush his thumb over her knuckles, as if to remind himself she was really there.

As they passed a small park, Simone tugged him toward a bench beneath a streetlamp. “Let’s sit for a bit,” she suggested.

Kelvin followed her lead, settling beside her and draping an arm over her shoulders. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this calm in the middle of a city before,” he said, his voice low.

Simone tilted her head to look at him, a small smile playing on her lips. “That’s because you’re with me.”

He laughed softly, leaning in to kiss her temple. “You’re right. You always know how to keep me grounded.”

They sat there for a while, wrapped in each other’s warmth, talking about everything and nothing. The world around them faded into the background, leaving only the two of them and the quiet magic of the night.

“Now. You have four more months until your home.” She says.

Kelvin exhaled deeply, leaning back against the bench as he looked at Simone. "Four more months," he repeated, the weight of those words sinking in.

Simone shifted closer, resting her head against his shoulder. "It feels like forever, but we’ve already made it halfway," she said, her tone optimistic but laced with a hint of longing. "And I’m proud of you, Kel. This project means so much to you."

He smiled, wrapping his arm tighter around her. "It does, but being away from you never gets easier."

Simone tilted her head to meet his gaze. "It’s temporary. We’ve done it before, and we’ll do it again. Besides," she added with a teasing grin, "you always make up for it when you’re home."

Kelvin chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You make it sound like I’m the only one benefiting."

"Because you are," she quipped, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

He laughed, his thumb tracing lazy circles on her arm. "Four months. And when I’m back, I’m not letting you out of my sight for a while."

Simone smiled, leaning into him. "I’ll hold you to that, mister."

For a moment, neither of them spoke, content to just be in each other’s presence. The distant hum of the city and the soft rustling of the trees were the only sounds around them, but they felt a quiet assurance between them—a love strong enough to weather the distance.

Before she left him he smirks. “Check your phone.” He says. She does and it’s a video. She gives him a skeptical look. She puts an airpod in and listens. Her eyes grow wide. She lowers her voice. 

Simone’s eyes widened as she stared at the screen, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. She paused the video immediately and looked up at Kelvin, her expression a mix of shock, embarrassment, and disbelief. "Kelvin Harrison Jr.," she said in a hushed, stern tone, "is this our sex tape?"

Kelvin, unable to suppress a mischievous grin, nodded casually. “Yup. Recorded it right before I left last time. You know... for research purposes.”

Her mouth fell open. “Research?! Are you out of your mind? What if someone hacks your phone?”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying her reaction. “Relax, babe. It’s on a private, encrypted server. No one’s getting their hands on it but me.”

Simone groaned, burying her face in her hands. “You’re impossible. I can’t believe you did this.”

Kelvin leaned closer, gently tugging her hands away from her face. “I thought you’d appreciate it,” he said, his tone softening. “It’s just for us. Something to keep the spark alive while I’m away.”

Her skeptical glare softened slightly, but she still wasn’t entirely convinced. “Kel, this is... bold, even for you.”

He smirked, leaning in to whisper in her ear, “You didn’t seem to mind at the time.”

Her cheeks flushed again, and she swatted his arm playfully. “You’re lucky I love you,” she muttered.

Kelvin laughed, pulling her into a hug. “And I love you. Now you’ve got a little something to remember me by while I’m gone.”

Simone shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips despite herself. “You’re trouble, Kel. Big trouble.”

“And you wouldn’t have me any other way,” he teased, pressing a kiss to her temple as she rolled her eyes with a smile.

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[positivelybeastly]

I've seen people get the hots for Hank Mccoy and I'm starting to see it. So, what is your favorite artstyle of him in the comics and why?

Oh, this is legitimately tricky . . .

I'm gonna have to top ten this.

10. Frank Quitely.

Those thighs make this a fucking pin-up shot, man.

Snoot . . .

9. Nick Bradshaw.

Such a babygirl here.

This yellow tanktop is fucking iconic, to be honest. It's just so outrageously slutty.

8. Marc Silvestri.

Sublime Beast is just . . . mmm. That's a whole ass meal right there.

7. Chris Bachalo.

Albeit, only very specific issues. His artstyle can be - frenetic.

But, when he hits?

THIS MAN HAS THE RIGHT TO BEAR FUCKING ARMS, HOLY SHIT.

6. George Perez.

The man, the myth, the legend.

Bonus points for explicitly finding Hank to be one of his favourite characters to draw.

5. Sean Izaakse.

He's just extremely cute here, tbh. Just, no notes.

4. Simone Bianchi.

MMMMM, DADDY.

3. John Cassaday.

May he rest in peace. His Hank is a benchmark, to be certain. Just look at the gorgeous hair and fur detailing, it's stupendous.

2. Stuart Immonen.

It's a shame his art is attached to such a dogwater run, but he really did give feline Hank the swansong he deserved.

And he drew an astonishingly pretty classic Hank, too.

Phil Jimenez.

Probably an unconventional pick, but I really do just . . .

He really captured Hank's humanity. He's a 600 pound cat man with three inch claws, but he feels so real.

And oh, he's a fucking hunk, too??? With the gorgeous flowing locks???

And all props to the colourists, inkers, the entire art team, for all of these comics. They did stupendous work - and there's so many I haven't even mentioned!

He's just an astonishingly pretty man. He really is.

[toofarovertherainbow]

so the nhl has been its usual selves about concussions and cte, in that they are denying a link between cte and early deaths in pro athletes, by stating that the science doesn't prove it.

and look, everyone knows that research into cte has been well funded over the past two decades but the brain is a tricky little thing and does not give up its secrets easily, which has made cte research complex. HOWEVER, that does not mean there is no link between repeated concussions and poor mental health in the weeks following a concussion and years after. in fact, there is LOADS of research about that:

Sport-Related Concussion and Mental Health Outcomes in Elite Athletes: A Systematic Review

https://link.springer.com/article/10.1007/s40279-017-0810-3

researchers wrote an entire comprehensive book on concussions in 2022 with a damning section on mental health called tackling the concussion epidemic

https://link-springer-com.eux.idm.oclc.org/chapter/10.1007/978-3-030-93813-0_7

in february of 2023, the journal of athletic trainers published an entire issue (vol 58 issue 9) on mental health with three articles focusing on concussions.

the nhl is using the media's focus on cte, due in part i think to its sensationalisation in a few highly publicised cases, so they can detract from the real research about the effect concussions and subconcussive blows can have. scapegoating a notoriously difficult organ to investigate when quantative reasearch does show a link between concussion and mental health is woefully irresponsible for a league which should be protecting their players.

ALL nhlers, past and present, deserve to live a life free from pain, and their families deserve their men healthy and happy, so shame on you bettman and daly. rest in everlasting peace chris simon

[filmforager]

The Electric State: Review

Anything but electric

The Russo Brothers have made a career out of injecting rare smarts and soul into big studio films. While perhaps best known for master-minding the high point of the MCU in Avengers: Infinity War, they also produced the weird and wonderful Everything Everywhere All at Once. That means that their latest film, based on Simon Stålenhag’s graphic novel, arrives with a fair bit of expectation.

For the most part, The Electric State fails to meet them. Set in a technologically dependant version of 1990s America, we open with a rushed news montage that breezes through a multitude of key information in about 5 minutes. After a war that pit humans against their friendly robot aides, a fragile peace treaty has separated the illegal ‘bots’ into an ‘X’ zone behind a massive wall (If that feels like an on-the-nose reference to current political events, just wait till you’ve seen the rest of the film).

At the heart of this story is Michelle (Millie Bobby Brown), a teenage orphan whose brother (Woody Harmon) died in mysterious circumstances. But when a robot based on their favourite cartoon - Kid Cosmo - appears to share his living consciousness, Michelle joins him on a quest to find answers.

On the surface, this journey has all the elements of an engaging sci-fi adventure. As Michelle joins her new companion to the robot-infested desert, there’s plenty of WALL.E level cuteness at play (the leader of the robots is a stately Peanut voiced by Woody Harrelson). There’s also a thoughtful plot about our attachment to technology, and an emotional story of brother-sister reconciliation to tie it all in together. Stanley Tucci even stars as a soft-spoken tech billionaire with questionable intentions - think Elon Musk but more evil.

In reality, it doesn’t quite come together. For a film about a shady conspiracy, what stands out most is the lack of surprises. Everything in this film feels obvious and over-polished, from the predictable one liners - ‘not in my house!’, quips a robot sidekick - to the rather staid action sequences. Fittingly for a film about sentient robots, it feels like the script - adapted by Christopher Markus and Stephen McFeely - has been engineered by AI.

This also comes down to the casting. Chris Pratt, while occasionally funny as a loveable rogue that Michelle meets on her journey, is essentially just playing another version of Starlord - complete with a small, fast-talking sidekick. Giancarlo Esposito plays another ruthless villain, this time a robot hunter nicknamed ‘The Butcher’, who gets a laughably formulaic story arc in the final act. Ke Huy Quan makes a charming cameo as a doctor but essentially exists to spout exposition. And while Bobby Brown does get some emotional flash back scenes with her brother, she’s underserved by an otherwise bland teenage rebel role.

It’s a shame, because there are some good ideas here. The Russo Brothers have crafted a beautifully realised world, and there’s some striking character design amid the human on robot carnage. However, it all ends up feeling a bit derivative, with ideas that were seen before in Ready Player One, and recently The Creator. Unlike those films, this does little to inspire the imagination.

Despite a star-studded cast and the best of intentions, this robotic sci-fi adventure ends up on the scrap heap of sci-fi cinema.

★★

[superpoweredfancast]

The Hunger and the Dusk Book Two #3 Review

The Hunger and the Dusk Book Two #3 IDW Publishing Written by G. Willow Wilson Art by Chris Wildgoose Colors by Msassyk Letters by Simon Bowland The Rundown: The Last Men Standing fight to survive as their leader goes on a personal mission. Cal has left the rest of the Last Men Standing in order to both find Tara and try to salvage the fragile peace between the humans and the orcs as the…

[kudosmyhero]

Transformers: Stormbringer #3

Read Date: July 29, 2023 Cover Date: September 2006 ● Writer: Simon Furman ● Art: Don Figueroa ● Colorist: Josh Burcham ● Letterer: Robbie Robbins ● Editor: Chris Ryall ◦ Dan Taylor ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● yay, Nosecone and Afterburner are getting rescued

● Skullcruncher? that��s the most metal Decepticon name I’ve heard yet! \m/

● 👏👏👏

Synopsis: Thunderwing, now firmly under the control of Bludgeon, has touched down on the once-peaceful planet of Nebulos, deploying a formidable arsenal of weaponry against its occupants to further Bludgeon's insane plan to scour the planet clean in the hopes of rejuvenating Cybertron. A pleased Bludgeon watches from Cybertron as his creation rampages through a Nebulan city, but other matters soon demand his attention; setting Thunderwing on auto-control, Bludgeon and his followers move on to the next phase of their plan: having continued Thunderwing's research on the polydermal grafting technology that ultimately drove him insane, the rogue Decepticons have improved on Thunderwing's findings and created the next generation of organic carapaces.

Up above, in the ruins of Nova Cronum, Nosecone and Afterburner struggle to overpower their Centurion attackers. It looks like the end for the duo… but luck's in their favor when Roadbuster and Topspin plough into the droids in the nick of time, gunning them down in a hail of fire! A few minutes later, Nosecone comes to amidst a group of Autobots; his rescuers were the vanguard for a larger detachment, one led by Optimus Prime himself and bringing the rest of the elite Wreckers with him. Optimus and Springer talk tactics while Topspin fills in the driller on their findings. Topspin tells him to stay topside: he's done enough, and now it's time for "the professionals" to take over.

As Thunderwing runs amok on Nebulos, the local Decepticon infiltration unit weigh up their options in the face of certain doom. Squad leader Darkwing makes the final call to attack the creature, ordering Thrust to stay behind and erase all trace of their presence if they can't control it. As the crew rolls out, however, Darkwing makes a secret agreement with his teammate Dreadwind to flee the scene if things get too rough.

On Cybertron, the Wreckers swing into action: Twin Twist and Scoop first use their earthmoving alternate modes to burrow straight down into Bludgeon's bunker, and then Optimus Prime leads the charge. Bludgeon's loyalists aren't prepared for the Wreckers' onslaught and swiftly fall; Iguanus, meanwhile, slips away from the carnage and makes a break for the pressure vats to alert Bludgeon… only to find Bludgeon's already there, clad in a new suit of polydermal armor and wielding a glowing sword!

Back on Nebulos, the terrified Decepticons make their last stand against Thunderwing, to predictable results: Ruckus is pulped in one hand, Roadgrabber is swatted out of the air and crashes into a building, and Crankcase is crushed underfoot. Darkwing and Dreadwing make a half-hearted pass against the beast, but as the atmosphere begins to ionize, the two opt to grab Thrust, cut their losses, and run.

The Wreckers, meanwhile, have breached the pressure vat chamber and barge through, expecting a fight… only to find that Bludgeon has bisected Iguanus with his sword and suffered a system failure of his own, the flesh of his shell melting off his catatonic body. Optimus consoles the dying Iguanus as the Decepticon explains where Bludgeon went wrong: the exo-shell hadn't been properly aligned, and the resulting backlash has, in effect, trapped the mad Decepticon inside his own head. Roadbuster and Whirl successfully rescue Jetfire from one of Bludgeon's machines; he tells Optimus Prime to shut down Bludgeon's axis cradle, and Springer obliges by blowing the machine to bits.

Having escaped the ravaged Nebulos, Dreadwind and Darkwing send a message to Razorclaw, who in turn contacts the High Command. The message finds its way to Megatron, who has recently arrived on Earth; he authorizes Razorclaw to do whatever is necessary to stop Thunderwing… even if it means destroying Cybertron in the process.

And, on Cybertron, Jetfire gets to work decoding the data in Bludgeon's systems, discovering that Bludgeon has used a mysterious substance known as "Ultra-Energon" to awaken Thunderwing in the first place. Before he can get any further, however, an orbital perimeter alarm sounds—with Bludgeon's control system destroyed, Thunderwing is coming home…

(https://tfwiki.net/wiki/Stormbringer_issue_3)

Fan Art: Thunderwing2016 by Wegons

Accompanying Podcast: ● Swerve's Bar Podcast - episode 08

[demivampirew]

Keep calm and go to London.

Tag list: Here’s the incredible people who showed me support (thank you so much for that) and people who asked me to tag them too ☺️ (I think I will write a few chapters of this story, if you want me to tag you, tell me ☺️ ) @cavillanche​ @mary-ann84 @henry-owns-these-tatas @yespolkadotkitty @dancingwendigo​   constip8merm8  penwieldingdreamer iloveyouyen  littlefreya  wondersofdreaming alyxkbrl solariumss  sweetybuzz25  @agniavateira​

Trigger warning: talking about depression; low self-stem and body image issues.

Disclaimer: I mentioned “Jared” in the story, because Jared Leto is my former celebrity boyfriend 😂 🤣 , before I found othe much better (sorry Jer) -if you want to think in other celebrity, you can 😁 -

You were in London for a few days. Your excuse was to visit some old friends that you haven't seen in a while, but the truth was that were trying to scape Los Angeles for a while. It's been a month since your breakup with Jared and you recently found out that the same day that you broke up with him, he slept with that woman that he sweared was just a friend. You knew that he did it in purpose just to hurt you for hurting him, but still it was an awful feeling to know that the person you spend the last five years of your live, who hold you while you cry all day in the last few months due to your depression, and who knew exactly how you feel about that woman, would be capable of doing something like that. Last September, during your tour in Latinamerica, you fell into a deep depression. Brian - your manager and best friend- found you a good therapist that agree to see you via videocall. At first, you didn't want anyone to find out -beside Jared, Brian and Beth, your other best friend- but soon enough you decide to make an statement on your Instagram account, explaining what you were going through. You made that desition after you saw lots of comments from your Latino fans complaining that you didn't have the same love for them as you have for the American and European fans, because you didn't laugh and smile as much in the meet and greets and during the concerts. It hurt immensely to know that they felt thay way, so you decide to let them know it was true that you weren't  able to act happy like you did in the other parts of your world tour, but that it had nothing to do with them or that they love them less than your other fans. After your statement, you receive a lot of support and love and you decide to become an advocate for depression and mental health issues; to fight to erase the stigma around them. Another thing that you did, was promise yourself that you were going to get better, not matter what it takes, your going to get through this. What you didn't realize in that moment, something that a part of you knew for a long time but was avoiding at all cost, is that you needed to end your relationship with Jared if you wanted to get better. He was not a bad man, but he was a terrible boyfriend and you knew it, even if you always tried to make it seem like if he was the perfect partner. He had a few good qualities, like he'd cook for you, and sometimes would text you to tell you that he missed you, and he would hug you every night for sleep. But, unfortunately, that didn't compare to his flaws: he was always working or hagging out with his friends -who included lots of skinny models, one of them was a former lover of his and she even told you to your face that she had feelings for him-; you never went into vacations together because he always cancel last minute due to some work related issue -but yet, he will always find time to travel with friends-, you moved into his house, that you didn't like and when you suggested to buy a new house together he opposed. He had a lots of flaws, but the worst one was the fact that he wanted to keep your relationship in secret. For the first two years of your relationship, you agreed to this because you didn't want paparazzi follow you around everywhere you go, or people commenting on your relationship -especially on the fact the he was nineteen years older than you, you knew that people would love to critize that-, but after a few years, you just wanted to have a normal relationship. You wanted to go to coffeeshops, to travel, to go to a restorant with your boyfriend, to go to the premiere of the movie you were in or an award show together, etc. But he wanted the relationship to remain a secret. It wasn't until one day that you finally convince him to take you out to a restorant that people found out because paparazzi took pictures of you two and the next day the were all over the internet. He say that was ok but gave you the silent treatment for a few days. The fact that he was reluctant to the idea of your relationship being public and being seen with you affected you a lot. You grew up with lots of self-steem and body image issues and before started dated him you finded a way to be ok with your body and even feel sexy and confident, but in the last few years you were back in the self-hate train. You could stop yourself from comparing your curvisious body to the bodies of the skinny Victoria Secret's models friends of your boyfriend.  You were barely being intimate in the last few years, which made everything worst because it made you feel undesirable. But luckily, thanks to therapy, you realize what you needed to do. After breaking up with him, you moved out with your best friend Beth, until you decide your next move. You were feeling tired of LA but didn't want to live in New York either, those places were too big and too loud for you; what you were looking for is some peace. London was such a beautiful city. You'd been there before lots of times, but always for work - you were not only a successful actress, but also a famous musician and one of the biggest songwriters and producers in the world- so you never had much time for sightseeing. After a week, you felt a joy that you haven't felt in a while. That city was so magical. And you also got the chance to see some old friends. It felt like if you finally, after so long, you were alive again. That night you were invited by a friend to one of her friends birthday party. He was the actor Simon Pegg and they worked together in the last two Mission Impossible movies, as she told you. She assure you that she asked Simon if he was ok with you coming to the party and he say yes. You were not a party lover, but thought that probably it'd be a great idea to get out of you confort zone for once. You put up a black lace cocktail dress with long sleeves and let your curls free. Put some makeup -you decide to go for more a natural look- and your favourite perfume and went to the party to meet your friend. Once there, you sigh in relive when you saw that the place wasn't too crowded and the music was not too loud. Your friend was waiting for you by the bar, so you went there and after a long hug you two got reaquented. Last time you saw eachother was when you played a concert in London a year ago. You didn't realize how much you missed her until you saw her again. After an hour or so, your friend was looking to her right and notice something. -Come with me. I want to greet some friends.- she said. You followed her and saw her greet a group of gentlemen. Your friend begin to introduce you to the three men. -Y/N, this is Chris; Chris, this is Y/N. - Yes, I know who she is.- Chris replied - It's a pleasure to meet you. -Thank you, it's a pleasure to meet you too. - And he's Edgar.- she continued. - Nice to meet a legend like you-  Edgar said while shaking your hand. - I think that's a bit exagerated...but just a bit- you said smirking. -And he's Henry. - The mighty Witcher - you say in a playful voice as you shake his hand. -The one and only - he said, grinning - It's a real pleasure to meet you. - Same here. - you replied. You felt a tingly sensation; like electicity running down your spine and you weren't sure if it was because of his touch, because of his captivating smile, his piercing eyes or his deep voice; probably the combination of all of those things. Some time went by and Chris excuse himself and went to talk to other people. My friend was talking to Edgar and I was chatting with Henry. I told him that I was a huge fan of the show and it was a shame that I haven't had time to read the books yet or play the games. He was really surprised when a told him that I actually enjoy playing videogames, although I don't do it very often due to lack of time. We chat about our favourite games and books. At some point in the night, my friend and I went to the ladies room and after we made our way back to the group, Edgar started to ask me some questions. -So, Y/N, I heard about your breakup. I'm really sorry - He said. - Not need to be sorry.- I replied -Oh, ok. I wonder, now that you are single again, are you open to date? -Edgar! Are you trying to hook up with my friend? - my friend questioned in a protective way - No! I'm not asking for me. There's some friends -he cleared his troat- that find her really beautiful and I know would love to have the chance to have a date with her and I just wanted to know if she'd open to the idea. This friends are pretty cool guys, I promise. - Yes, I supose - I answered, not entirely sure. The idea of a blind date doens't sound appeling to me. -Great! We'll see later about that.- he said and then he look at Henry, like if the two of them were having a mental conversation and then he asked my friend to go with him to pick up some drinks. I continue to talk with Henry about games and the show and then he told me that he was going to visit the set the next day and asked me if I was interested in going to see it with him and of course that's not something I'd say no to. So we exchanged phone numbers and I decided to head back to the hotel so I could get some rest to be able to enjoy the next day.

[katierosefun]

Hey, I need to watch Star Trek and I have no idea where to start, could you help me?

hi anon!

aaah, there’s really no right answer to this! star trek is both awesome and overwhelming becuase there’s a lot of content—the original series, new generation, the pike show (i think? there’s a show mostly just about pike?), and then i think the latest cbs series.

and then there’s the movies, both the original movies and the reboots! so, if you want to watch the original movies, you could probably honestly watch those without watching the original series (the original series is just a few seasons!) and still enjoy the characters and the typical star trek nonsense. (i certainly watched the original movies as a kid and thoroughly enjoyed them despite the fact i didn’t actually start watching the show until relatively recently!)

if you’re more interested in the reboots/alternate series (starring chris pine, zach quinto, karl urban, zoe saldana, john cho, anton yelchin (rest in peace), and simon pegg), then you’d probably wanna watch at least the wrath of khan first, because you want to watch at least one (1) original trek movie first to appreciate the fullness of the trek reboots. then you’d go on with the 2009 movie, then into darkness, then beyond. but of course, if you don’t feel like watching the original movies and just wanna get to the reboots, that’s fine!!

(but i will say that the original movies are great. my favorite is the voyage home because it features our planet earth and there are whales. and there’s time travel. there’s another movie in the series called the final frontier, and it’s kinda wild but it’s cute. our trio sings row, row, row your boat and go camping and it’s so cute.)

[thetimelordbatgirl]

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Name: Ginevra ‘Ginny’ Watson. Title: Bumblebee: No Rest For The Wicked. Fandom: Transformers. Summary: TBA. Faceclaim: Sofia Wylie.

Name: Princess Ruth of Camelot/Morticia of Ravenbow. Title: The Prophecy of Camelot. Fandom: The School For Good and Evil. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Princess Helen of Camelot. Title: The Prophecy of Camelot. Fandom: The School For Good and Evil. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Eva Anderson. Title: Kick Ass Lives On. Fandom: Kick Ass. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Dawn. Title: Seldom All They Seem. Fandom: Maleficent. Summary: TBA. Faceclaim: Malina Welssman. 

Name: Luna/Willow. Title: Seldom All They Seem.  Fandom: Maleficent.  Summary: TBA. Faceclaim: Millie Bobby Brown. 

Name: Samantha ‘Sam’ Tennyson. Title: Young Plumbers. Fandom: Ben 10 (Classic Continuity). Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Name: Rook Shing. Title: Young Plumbers. Fandom: Ben 10 (Classic Continuity). Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Skye Thordottir/Sky Foster. Title: Princess Protection Program: Beyond Earth. Fandom: Princess Protection Program. Summary: TBA. Faceclaim: Millie Bobby Brown.

Name: Tess Carmen. Title: Princess Protection Program: Beyond Earth. Fandom: Princess Protection Program. Summary: TBA. Faceclaim: Peyton Elizabeth Lee. 

Name: Cecelia ‘Cece’ Ross.  Title: Welcome To The Owl House. Fandom: The Owl House. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Children Of The Moon: Summary Of The Story: When the Guardians defeated the Boogeyman, they believed they had defeated him for good and that it was over. How wrong they were. Soon, fear is being risen by Pitch Black somehow despite him being dead last they saw of him, and nightmares are growing as darkness threatens the world once more. The Guardians aren't alone in this fight though, as the Moon appears to have decided to take matters into his own hands, and chosen new guardians to be trained to be the new guardians. But can they be trained in time to defeat the darkness, or will the world finally be taken over by fear once more? Fandom: Rise of The Guardians. Quotev Link

*Alix- Eventual Guardian of Freedom- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Puck- Eventual Guardian of Mischief- Voiceclaim: TBA.  *Isleen- Eventual Guardian of Illusions- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Noelle- Eventual Guardian of Laughter- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Hyacinth/Hya- Eventual Guardian of Will- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Lavernia/Nia- Eventual Guardian of Wisdom- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Jemma Bennett- Child of Jamie- Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Upside Down: The Power Within: Summary of Series: TBA.  Fandom: Winx Club. 

*Lilith/Lily- Fairy of The Shadows- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Pandora- Fairy of Myths and Legends- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Holly- Fairy of Snow- Voiceclaim: TBA.  *Sonata- Fairy of Music- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Juliet- Fairy of Stars- Voiceclaim: TBA.

*Aurora- Witch of The Sun- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Lucine/Luci- Witch of The Moon- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Beryl- Witch of The Jewels- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Fauna- Witch of Animals- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Cinderella/Ella- Witch of Fire- Voiceclaim: TBA.

*Alexandra- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Charlotte/Charlie- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Grace- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Elijah- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Oliver- Voiceclaim: TBA.

The Next 9th Grade Ninja: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja.

*Wendy Burton- The New Ninja- Voiceclaim: TBA. *Mildred Watts- Best Friend- Voiceclaim: TBA.

Rising From The Ashes (Hunger Games What If): Summary of Book: TBA. Fandom: Hunger Games.

*Willow Hawthorne- Middle child of Prim and Rory- District 12 Tribute. *Fern Hawthorne- Eldest child of Prim and Rory. *Avina Barry- District 11 Tribute. *Grover- District 11 Tribute. *Elena and Finley- District 10 Tributes.  *Knox and Anya- District 9 Tributes. *Winter and Andres- District 8 Tributes. *Harlee and Damien- District 7 Tributes. *Tanner and Joelle- District 6 Tributes. *Mallory and Jensen- District 5 Tributes. *Jack and Lizzie- District 4 Tributes. *Daxton and Charlie- District 3 Tributes. *Roman and Clarisse- District 2 Tributes. *Quartz and Jasper- District 1 Tributes.

The Tale of Two Avatars: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Last Airbender/Korra.

*Anzu- Twin Fire Avatar. *Yuina- Twin Fire Avatar. *Minato- Firebender- Ally of Yuina.  *Silla- Waterbender- Ally of Anzu. *Xia- Earthbender- Ally of Anzu. *Dawa- Airbender- Ally of Anzu. *Youta- Airbender- Ally of Yuina. 

The Path of The New Avatar: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Last Airbender/Korra. 

*Gui- Believed Earth Avatar. *Cuifen- The real Avatar. *Arya- Jinora’s and Kai’s Child- AIrbender. *Yua- Korra’s and Asami’s Adopted Child- Firebender. *Panuk- Waterbender. *Rong- Twin Earthbender. *Suen- Twin Earthbender.

The Legacy of Magic: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Wizards of Waverly Place.

*Jenna Russo- Child of Justin and Juliet. *Sara Russo- Child of Justin and Juliet. *Kyle Russo- Child of Justin and Juliet. *Zoe Greyback- Only child of Alex and Mason. *Parker Beakerman- Child of Zeke and Harper. *Cooper Beakerman- Child of Zeke and Harper. *Harry Russo- Child of Max. 

Star Wars: The Force Lives On: Summary of Story: TBA. Fandom: Star Wars.

*Ailyn Skywalker- Adopted child of Rey and Finn- Jedi. *Solia Skywalker- Adopted twin child of Rey and Finn. *Vera Skywalker- Adopted twin child of Rey and Finn. *Tycho Skywalker- Adopted child of Rey and Finn. *Mide Skywalker- Adopted child of Rey and Finn.  *Daro Dameron- Child of Poe and Zoe. *Darth Rel/Crix Harend- Sith- Bad guy. 

Prime: The Next Geneation: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Transformers Prime. 

*Joseph ‘Joe’ Darby- Eldest child of Jack- Guardian: Arcee. *Jane Darby- Youngest child of Jack- Guardian: Arcee.  *Randy Esquivel- Only child of Raf- Guardian: Bumblebee. *Markus Lelung- Twin child of Miko- Guardian: Bulkhead. *Maisey Lelung- Twin child of Miko- Guardian: Bulkhead.

The New Mystery Gang:  Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Scooby Doo. 

*Dominic Jones- Eldest child of Fred and Daphne. *Frances Jones- Middle child of Fred and Daphne. *Donald Jones- Youngest child of Fred and Daphne. *Samantha ‘Sam’ Rogers- Child of Shaggy. *Stacey Rogers- Adopted child of Shaggy. *Vincent Dinkley- Child of Velma. *Vivian Dinkley- Child of Velma. *Swiper- Pup of Scooby. 

Once Upon A Time...: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Regal Academy.

*Felix Snowwhite- Eldest child of Rose and Hawk. *Lily Snowwhite- Middle child of Rose and Hawk. *Hugo Snowwhite- Youngest child of Rose and Hawk. *Suyin Beast- Twin child of Travis and Ling-Ling.  *Juan Beast- Twin child of Travis and Ling-Ling. *Nicholas Beast- Child of Astoria and Shawn. *Casper Beast- Child of Astoria and Shawn. *Hope Frog- Child of Joy and Esquire.  *Rickey Broomstick- Child of Vicky. *Mary Broomstick- Child of Cyrus. *Emerald Stepsister- Twin child of Ruby. *Jasper Stepsister- Twin child of Ruby. *Donna Ugly Duckling- Eldest child of Gerald. *Linda Ugly Duckling- Youngest child of Gerald. *Luke Whale- Child of Finn. *Hanna Tom Thumb- Child of Leene. *Rosette Swan- Eldest child of Odette. *Paulette Swan- Youngest child of Odette. *Pinocchian- ‘Child’ of Pinocchia.  *Ivy Ogre- Child of Violet.

Beyblade: Battle X: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Beyblade Metal Saga.

*Niko Goto- Female lead. *Asahl Sakurei- Computer user friend. *Sakura Tamura- Friend. *Emiko Imar- Rival.

Beyblade: Heirs: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Beyblade: Metal Saga.

*Pegasau Hagane- Eldest child of Gingka and Madoka. *Runa Hagane- Twin child of Gingka and Madoka.  *Seisho Hagane- Twin child of Gingka and Madoka. *Hoshi Hagane- Youngest child of Gingka and Madoka. *Ririsu/Yuri- Only child of Ryuga. *Reon Tategami- Eldest child of Kyoya.  *Shibere Tategami- Youngest child of Kyoya. *Unmei- Only child of Hyoma.  *Kayo Tendo- Only child of Yu. *Ajun Hazama- Eldest child of Hikaru.  *Demetora Otori- Only child of Tsubasa. *Heza Yumiya- Twin child of Kenta. *Maku Yumiya- Twin child of Kenta. *Deruta Kadoya- Twin child of Masaume.  *Jemini Kadoya- Twin child of Masaume.  *Evurin- Child of Doji- Leader of Nebula- Villain.

A Different Kind of Normal: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Lab Rats.

*Viola Davis- Bionic Girl. *Benjamin ‘Ben’ Jones- Bionic Boy. *Mariana ‘Mari’ Gonzalez- Bionic Girl. *Levi Owen- Crush of Ben. *Evelyn ‘Eve’ Tee- Crush- Friend-later-Crush of Viola. *Cameron Jackson- Friend of Mari. *Bella Newman- Best friend of Ben. *Milo Kingston- Bully of the three. *Wyatt Watson- Later villain. *Juliana Parker- Villain. *Trinity Stark- Main villain. *Hazel Reilly- Neighbor. 

Welcome to Sky High: Summary of Story: TBA. Fandom: Sky High. 

*Azalea ‘Aza’ Peace- Eldest child of Warren and Layla. *Florian Peace- Youngest child of Warren and Layla.  *Rachel Stronghold- Only child of Will. *Zane- Twin child of Magneta and Zach. *Seth- Twin child of Magneta and Zach. *Paige- Only child of Ethan.

Legacy of The Charmed Ones: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Charmed (Original). 

*Wyatt= Matthew, Pandora and Poppy Halliwell. *Chris= Penny, Pamela and Prudence Halliwell. *Melinda= Petra, Arthur and David Halliwell. *Peyton= Carter, Paulina and Patience Halliwell (all adopted). *P.J= Pearl, Hayden and Primrose Halliwell. *Parker= Jackson, Chase and Bailey Halliwell. *Tamora= Imogen, Maxwell and Lilith Mitchell. *Kat= Reed, Luke and Skylor Mitchell. *Henry. Jr= Simon and Jane Mitchell. 

Maddie 10: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Ben 10 (Classic Continuity). 

*Cameron ‘Cam’ Tennyson- Eldest child of Ben and Julie. *Madeline ‘Maddie’ Tennyson- Youngest child of Ben and Julie. *Roxanne ‘Roxie’ Tennyson- Only child of Gwen and Kevin. *Rook Quill- Eldest child of Rook Blonko.

The New Ninjago: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Lego Ninjago.

*Aine- Child of Skylar and Kai. *Ruth- Only child of Lloyd. *Frtiz- Robot child of Zane and P.I.X.A.L. *Orion- Eldest child of Cole. *Terra- Youngest child of Cole. *Clara- Eldest child of Jay and Nya. *Miles- Twin child of Jay and Nya. *Tobias- Twin child of Jay and Nya.

Danny Phantom: Next Generation: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Danny Phantom.

*Freddie Fenton- Eldest child of Danny and Sam. *Regan Fenton- Middle child of Danny and Sam. *Spike Fenton- Youngest child of Danny and Sam. *Harley Foley- Eldest child of Tucker and Valerie. *Roxy Foley- Youngest child of Tucker and Valerie. *Harper Fenton- Only child of Jazz. *Poe Fenton- Only child of Dani. *Martin Baxter- Eldest child of Dash and Paulina. *Victoria Baxter- Youngest child of Dash and Paulina. *Hunter- Only child of Star and Kwan. *Joey- Only child of Mikey. *Aaron- Only child of Tiffany and Nathan. *Dylan Shaw- Friend of Freddie. *Wyatt Roberts- Friend of Freddie. *Ace Hyde- Friend of Freddie.

Zombies: Next Generation: Summary of Story: TBA. Fandom: Disney Zombies. 

*Zadie Necrodopolis- Twin child of Zed and Addison. *Zayne Necrodopolis- Twin child of Zed and Addison. *Zayla Necrodopolis- Youngest child of Zed and Addison. *Winona Zambi-Lykensen- Only child of Eliza and Willa. *Whitney Lykensen- Only child of Wyatt. *Wayne Barkawtiz- Only child of Wynter. *Bucky Buchanen. Jr- Eldest child of Bucky. *Briella Buchanen- Youngest child of Bucky. *Braxton- Twin child of Bree and Bonzo.  *Bryce- Twin child of Bree and Bonzo. *Kacey- Only child of Lacey. *Macey- Only child of Stacey. *Dacey- Only child of Jacey. *Gracey- Only child of Tracey. *Doris Dumpson- Villain. 

Winx Club: Next Generation:  Summary of Series: The Magic Dimension has long since remained to be safe ever since the Winx Club moved on with their lifes, a few becoming queens, a few becoming rich and a few remaining happy enough with their families. It is now a new year for schools like Alfea, Red Fountain, Cloud Tower and even one of the known Wizard schools, Boderra. Attending the schools are none other then the Winx's children, and many of their allies children too. But so are the Trix Children. Just as the new school year looks ready to be another typical one, the new generation finds themselves suffering under legacies, and most of all, the wrath of the new Trix. The Winx Children will have to reform their parents teams, gain allies and stop the Trix Children once and for all, before Magix turns into something its not.... Quotev Link Fandom: Winx Club.

*Aideen Daphne- Eldest child of Bloom and Sky- Fairy of Fireworks. *Ember Vanessa- Child of Bloom and Sky- Fairy of The Dragon Flame. *Kadence Martin- Eldest child of Musa and Riven- Fairy of Music.  *Luciana Luna-  Twin child of Stella and Brandon- Fairy of The Moon. *Azalea Miele- Child of Flora and Helia- Fairy of Art. *Maxima Musa- Child of Tecna and Timmy- Fairy of Technology. *Halzea Marion- Child of Daphne and Thoren- Fairy of Air. *Eva Morgana- Child of Roxy and Nex- Fairy of Mythological Beasts. *Nimue- Only child of Selina- Fairy of Snakes. *Rosabeth- Eldest child of Krystal and Roy- Fairy of Nature.  *Aurora Stormy- Child of Icy and Darko- Fairy of Snow.

*Kyra Bloom- Twin child of Stella and Brandon- Witch of The Sun. *Ursa Darcy- Eldest child of Ivy and Darko- Witch of Ice. *Tove Icy- Twin child of Stormy- Witch of Lightning. *Ophelia- Only child of Mirta and Lucy- Witch of The Burning Stars.  *Lilith- Only child of Diaspro- Witch of Jewels.

*Castor Mike- Child of Bloom and Sky. *Skylar Elizabeth- Child of Bloom and Sky. *Blair Tecna- Child of Musa and Riven. *Neron Radius- Eldest child of Stella and Brandon. *Lazuli Saladin- Eldest child of Flora and Helia. *Linux Jako- Eldest child of Tecna and Timmy. *Ethan Nex- Child of Daphne and Thoren.

*Kai Teredor- Twin child of Aisha and Nabu- Wizard of Waves.  *Musa Niobe- Twin child of Aisha and Nabu- Wizard of Healing. *Vulcan Oritel- Eldest child of Daphne and Thoren- Wizard of Fire. *Uri Sky- Child of Daphne and Thoren- Wizard of Legends. *Dillon Klaus- Eldest child of Roxy and Nex- Wizard of Animals. *Valhalla Riven- Only child of Darcy- Wizard of Illusions. *Raiden Crow- Twin child of Stormy- Wizard of Thunder.

*Hayden Thoren- Youngest child of Bloom and Sky. *Riya Flora- Twin child of Musa and Riven- Fairy of Sound. *Jaron Sky- Twin child of Musa and Riven- Wizard of Sound. *Thea Musa- Youngest child of Stella and Brandon- Fairy of Twilight. *Gale Rosabeth- Youngest child of Flora and Helia. *Zeno Nabu- Youngest child of Tecna and Timmy- Wizard of Electricity. *Corventina Ligeo- Youngest child of Aisha and Nabu.  *Jorck Aidan- Youngest child of Daphne and Thoren. *Lyall Thoren- Child of Roxy and Nex. *Kefira Nebula- Youngest child of Roxy and Nex. *North Valtor- Youngest child of Icy and Darko. 

Name: Clara Heafley. Title: Bodyguard: Prey. Fandom: Bodyguard. Summary: In a constantly changing world, the need for protection grows. A teenager is the least likely suspect for a protector- but that's exactly what Clara Heafley relies on to do her job. Her job? Being a professional bodyguard trained in surveillance, anti-ambush techniques, hostage survival and unarmed combat. When she's given the task to protect the Prime Minister's daughter, her protection skills face the ultimate test. Carla however, doesn't want protection. She just wants to have a normal life. Unaware that Clara is her bodyguard, she tries to hide from security while taking Clara along for the ride. But unknown to her and Clara, her father's rival is not willing to accept defeat. And with a common tactic being to target enemies loved ones, this anger slowly morphs him into a vulture, with the Prime Minister's daughter being his prey. Quotev Link Faceclaim/Voiceclaim: TBA. 

[calypsoff]

Thirty Two.

Wiping the tears that fell, I am eating breakfast and I am just randomly crying “what is wrong?” Tina asked, I am back at the home. I came here to sleep because I can’t stay in those beds, my back is hurting so I came here and Chris has done nothing but call me, continues to ask what do I do, what am I doing. It’s draining and then being in this house it’s weird, the home is cleaned. I went into the bedroom and nothing had changed, it’s just clean but I can’t go in there. I feel weird being here “it’s just hard, today is a big day for Chris. I told him he decides what he wants. Either he goes to VA, he stays here or I don’t know. But he’s asking me to stay, he calls me and asks me to be with him. Where am I, it’s making me emotional” Tina cooed out getting off the bar stool, I can’t believe I am crying like this “I am being stupid” I sniffled, Tina hugged me “no way, you’re not being stupid. This is all so hard for you too, why doesn’t he call his parents like that? Not in a bad way?” Tina moved back from the hug “I don’t know, he’s just clinging onto me. And it’s making my heart hurt, I had to come here to actually be able to sleep on a bed, that bed in hospital was awful. But anyways” taking in a deep breath “I need to do this, today is the day. I said to him I will sort it all out for him, to get him home. I want him to go to VA, I want that. I think he will need the help, but they are discharging him today, I need to take some clothes for him. I bought him something new but yeah, it’s been a few days since I’ve cried but it’s been overwhelming for me too” my phone started ringing on the counter “it’s going to be poppa” picking my phone from the counter “I knew it” answering the call “hey poppa, is everything ok?” I smiled at Mel, she is either laughing or smiling in awe “they took that line out of my dick” I chuckled “congratulations, you feel better about it now?” He can stop saying he pees in a bag now “yes but I don’t know how I’m gonna wipe my ass” I groaned out “I love you but no, I’m coming anyways. Just getting some clothes for you, excited to leave?” I don’t think he is “I guess, are you coming now? I’m waiting” he’s cute, where else is he going “yes I’m coming now, talk soon yeah? Love you” I mean I know he will be ringing back in half hour.

Zipping up his duffel bag “so rich, I want this to be smooth. I do not want anyone seeing Chris, we get him in the chair, wheel him out. Get him to the hotel and just decide on what he wants, can we please keep it just quick and fluid. I can’t deal with Chris and then the paparazzi and people watching, please” Rich bowed his head “do not worry, I will make it as fluid as possible for you. Are you all set to go” picking up the bag from countertop, I am nervous seeing Chris. I slept well but I woke up early because Chris was calling me constantly to find out where I am, what I’m doing. The nurses give his tablets early, he then falls asleep and then wakes up early so it’s on me I guess “ladies; I will see you both later, once I dealt with Chris. But pray for me” rolling my eyes “I know you’re nervous about him and his decision making but just say it to him, you want him to go to VA so he is cared for, realistically he can’t come on tour because you can’t look after him. It’s not happening, and it can’t” Mel is so upfront unlike me, I am just so quiet about it like I want him to say I will do it “thanks, but I will update you. Do I look cute, thought I would do my hair and makeup. Look a little pretty, my man is out of hospital with an ugly attitude. Chile pray for me” walking off laughing, if I don’t laugh I’ll cry so yeah let’s do this.

My phone screen lit up as the car jerked on a bump, smiling at the picture of Chris and I that appeared, I love him to death. Speaking of Chris, answering the call “hey poppa” see I knew he would call “where are you? Like how long?” He is in a rush “just like five minutes away” I think anyways “I need you to shave my stubble please” he asks me, he has his friends there “why can’t dumb and dumber not do it?” I asked “I want you” taking in a deep breath “so you can have a tantrum and cry about things, you can’t do this Chris. Have you decided on what you’re doing or not? I am being patient with you and letting you decide but you’re giving me nothing?” I need to be strict with him “I want to be with you, I don’t want my mother doing things like that. I want you to help me, I want you and I told you this, but you are jumping for a tour. You’re running because then you don’t have to deal with me” here we go “who washed you? Who cleaned up your sick, Chris don’t do it. When I come there you better fix your attitude. How dare you” disconnecting the call, he’s going to cause an argument. He’s going to do it because he does this a lot, more so now he can’t move anywhere. His leg is stuck in the air, he’s going to hate it. I fucking bathed him, I cleaned him and fed him, held his hand and was there for him and he says that, I will not cry but that man will do it to me. I get it, he’s hurting, and he hates it but don’t take it out on me when I just want to love you and care of you.

I came just in time actually, Doctor Simone is here “hi” she said “hi” placing his duffle back on the side “I was just telling Chris that we mentioned four to eight weeks, but we are pushing on eight weeks. The damage to his leg, he will need be in rehabilitation. He will get to a point where he will be back to normal and he is walking on his own, but he needs patience in himself, getting annoyed won’t help yourself or your recovery. Medication is important, keep to them all and at the same time with food. Keep your leg elevated, and please I can’t stress this enough. I have seen your leg and it needs time. I don’t want to see you until eight weeks, I am saying eight weeks. It was that or losing your leg and we didn’t want that so yes, discharging you. The tablets for another week, the feeling in your leg will start to come back. If you are in pain with it, which shouldn’t be that way just over the counter painkillers” Chris doesn’t want to hear it, I can see it on his face “will he be ok with flying? He is flying to VA and resting there, he will be back for his appointment” I have had enough of him, I decided “that is fine, just be careful with the leg, elevation. The cast can be heavy too, I told Chris bathroom will be easy for him. Disabled bathrooms will be best, much more space” Chris groaned out “I am disabled thanks, I am done. Get me out now” taking in a deep breath “thank you so much, you have been so great. He will be appreciative when he is better” she came over to me “pleasure is all mine, good luck and take care” shaking her hand “thank you” I have an argument coming, clearly I do because he is going VA.

The door closed behind me, the room is empty, so he has kicked out his friends clearly “you’re going to be lonely with the way you are Chris, she is not saying you are disabled she is telling how to make it easier for you. I have decided you are going to VA, you’re not being here. I have bought your stuff, get you changed, and we go” turning around, I am over his attitude. I just want him out of my hair now, he can annoy his parents. I think he annoyed me earlier with what he said, I am going on tour and I am jumping or whatever. Unzipping the duffle bag, I put his boxers on top, I am not stupid now “let’s do this then” turning to him seeing him cry, he is crying again “why are you crying Chris? I am doing everything I can for you, I am trying my best here. I am sending you to VA and getting you a place that fits you, there is no stairs. It’s nice and peaceful for you to heal” I hate him crying “you’re just hiding me away” stood at the side of the bed “I don’t need your help” he took his boxers from me “and how you suppose you get ready? Ok you don’t want your parents taking care of you, then who? And don’t say me. I am not shaving you until we get to the hotel” he rested his head back, not looking at me, of course not because he has a face on now “eight weeks though, you might as well be single. I am useless, I am in the way. You are paying for me; I can pay for myself. Dressing me like a child, I am fed up yeah. The guy should have just killed me, I am being degraded in front of you!” he spat, staring at Chris feeling myself give up “what do you want me to do? You want me to go and someone else do it for you?” I turned my head to the TV as I heard my name on the news, oh god look at me “they charged him” I said but then snapped out of it, I don’t want to hear or see it. I grabbed the remote “Rihanna huh” turning away from him.

I needed some air and also I called Joyce, I needed to just tell her that Chris will be going to VA so expect him “it has upset me to know he is being that way with you, he is highly emotional. I see it in his eyes, he tries to now expose it, but he is sad, my baby is sad, and I get it. He has been through so much; I can thank you enough for everything you have done for us Robyn. Your love is is pure for my son and I understand how he is right now. So I will wait for him, tomorrow?” looking at my phone “Joyce I will call you back later, I have someone calling me” it’s her own son calling me “ok sweetie, call me back” answering the call “hello” he took his time “I need help” he mumbled “please” he added “you want Rihanna’ help?” he calls me that so I thought I would say it “I want to talk to you too so please” he wants to talk, he wants my help too “ok, I am coming” disconnecting the call “let’s go back in” I said to Rich as I turned back to go inside, I only came out here to get some air. I just want to get alone with him, I hate how he calls me Rihanna because he is seeing me like that, I am Robyn to him, and I want him to call me that but here he is calling me Rihanna. He is being this way because I will not take him on tour with me.

Walking over to Chris’ bed “did you try?” I asked, I don’t think he did, Chris just laughed “no, I can’t even reach. I’m sorry, I always said I will probably always be sorry to you because I do dumb shit. It’s just a lot you know, I am crying a lot. It hurts me so much, I nearly died again. And to know people like that are after you, I am just. My mind is everywhere, I hate that I am like this and then I can’t be a man for you. It hurts” placing my hand on his arm “Chris you are a man to me, you are the love of my life. Looking after you comes natural to me because I know you would do the same for me, I know you would Chris because you have been so affectionate to me. You have scrubbed my back in the bath and then massaged it, massaged my feet. Taken care of me Chris. Nothing is hidden between us, I do not think any less of you. I will be here for you Chris throughout it all, rehabilitation, and everything. The reason I want you in VA is because you can rest quietly and safely. LA is lonely, you have family there. I have told your mother and she is happy; I am sorting you out a home where you can stay for a while. I wish I weren’t on tour; I wish I could be with you. This is hard on me too Chris, I miss you so much, I promise you” rubbing the back of his head as Chris sniffled, he has been so emotional throughout this “promise you will be safe” holding back my tears “promise Chris, I love you. You know that” resting the side of my face at the side of his.

Thank god Rich is strong “you ain’t even that heavy, you skinny” Rich laughed, he picked Chris out of the bed and put him in the chair “not that bad was it” pulling his jacket down “no” Chris smiled, I did the hard work, dressing him was long and slow. It didn’t bug me, but it was a long process “ready to leave” I smiled touching the top of his head, I am so happy to see him alive and well, that is what I want “I would push you but I can’t” lightly stroking his head, Chris looked up at me grinning “you weak like me” Chris leaned into me, his head resting against me “we both weak, Rich push him. Let’s go to the hotel, spend some time together” lifting his hood up on his head “I would like that” he seems a little happier “oh we are spending a day together, like we sleep in a bed together” grabbing his duffle bag “yes poppa, me and you. Before you go VA, I love you” Chris held his hand out to me, grabbing his hand as we started to walk out of this place.

[sea-side-scribbles]

Fanfiction: Sympathy For A Downer

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22737214/chapters/73379652

Chapter 52

Arthur was overwhelmed with feelings when he went back to his hideout. His life as a Downer had been changing ever since he met Nick. And now, he wasn’t alone anymore. He met Nick everywhere. He wasn’t only in the tunnel, but also in every shop, in every house he broke in - yeah, he had to admit to himself that he was breaking into people’s houses, not very often, but it happened, because he couldn’t find everything he needed in the Garden District - but also on the street. Nick’s music was playing everywhere. He was certain he had heard the entire new record multiple times now. Also the Wellies sang his songs while strolling around. 

But most important was his own voice - it was as if Nick kept talking to him, comforting him.

On the one hand it made his lonely tours more pleasant, on the other hand, he had to take care that Nick didn’t distract him too much. There seemed to be a swarm of butterflies fluttering up whenever he heard just a single note. 

While taking a shower, he caught himself humming one of his songs to himself. “Smile Again“ was somehow fitting, as if Nick had secretly written the lyrics for him.

One moment, he found it absurd that he was standing in a scruffy shower, in an abandoned tunnel where some time ago some workers had most likely perished from a bad badge of Joy, warbling a song to himself, and feeling happier than ever before.

The next moment he told himself to stop wondering at things in a town like this. The only one he thought he should wonder at was Nick.

How could a fucked up place like this create someone like Nick? Someone as innocent and peaceful? Everyone thought he was crazy, but instead he was the most sensible Wellie he had ever met. 

Well, perhaps not that sensible, because he got involved with someone like Arthur.

Arthur was in fact surprised about himself, that he didn’t make a mess already. Nick seemed to bring out the best in him. With him by his side, he suddenly enjoyed everything in Wellington Wells, even the depressing Garden District. And he couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Arthur was in fact taking a shower because he didn’t want to approach Nick being all dirty and smelling of Motilene. In the old days he had been so rushed and afraid, that he hadn’t spent too much time on cleaning before running to the next hatch. He didn’t like the shower too much. The water was only lukewarm, and full of Joy. 

Cleaned and properly dressed, he went to Nick’s suite, that he also kept clean. Only the surfaces of course, he wasn’t digging into Nick’s private stuff, but enough to keep this in it’s original state. The suite was the only pretty place in this tunnel and he didn’t like it when something so neat got dirty. And in a way, it was also his home. 

“Nick?“, he asked carefully, but unfortunately he didn’t get an answer. He assumed the rockstar was still busy. Then his gaze fell on a silver shimmer that came from his bed. That was new. Arthur stepped closer and found a letter that had his name on it. Curiously, he lifted it up. 

“Arthur, darling,

I brought you a little something.

I miss you too,

yours Nicky“

The message was written with a pink pen and circled with a heart. It looked incredibly kitschy, yet Arthur couldn’t stop staring at it. Then he eyed his gift and his heart missed a beat. 

Chocolates. 

No one had given him chocolates before. It was something you don’t buy for yourself, it was something romantic. Arthur carefully opened the box and marveled at the little pieces of chocolate that looked almost to neatly to be eaten. For a second he had to pause and fight the tears back that forced themselves on him. 

By the looks of it, he now had his own kitschy and romantic relationship, with flowers and chocolates, strolls in the park, dinners in expensive restaurants and wild nights, the way he only knew it from the penny dreadfuls that had sometimes found their way into his hands in lonely evenings. The way he thought it would never happen to him, until he believed he would hate it anyway. And there he was, almost crying. He wanted to thank Nick for everything he did, for everything he had already given to him. But he assumed that would look rather silly. 

Still, he thought about visiting the rockstar again. Mrs. Oliphant was pestering him anyway, telling him he should write another article soon. The “O“ Courant really had a crisis. Nothing happened, or at least nothing they could inform a decent Wellie about, so they had to exploit their old articles over and over, hoping that no one would notice. So Arthur could just as well come by with the excuse that he had more questions about the band’s new success. At last, that felt better than copying his old article. 

He didn’t dare to touch the chocolate yet. He put it back on the bed, saving it for the moment he would come back here with Nick and try it with him. He hummed another song while walking to his house.

The Bobby at the entrance remembered him. 

“Here, Constable, for your supply“, he said and handed him a sandwich. He didn’t want to knock him out after all. 

“That’s too kind of you, Mr. Hastings“, Hunt said cheerfully. “I’m afraid Mr. Lightbearer is away, handling business with Mr Memento. But the rest of the band is here, in case you want to ask them out.“

Arthur wasn’t too disappointed. He knew it was never easy. So he could at least do his job while waiting for Nick. Hunt let him enter.

“Virgil, is that you?“, someone asked and came round the corner.

“No, it’s just me, Arthur. From the “O“ Courant. Do you remember me?“

“Arthur“, said the man he recognized as the drummer. “Of course I remember you. Could it be that you’re not here for entirely selfless reasons?“

“Oh, well…“

Now also the two guitarists joined them.

“You’ve come just in time to play a  game with us“, they said.

“A game? Well, if you think…“

“Sure. First you help us, then we help you. Come on, it’s gonna be fun!“

“Don’t be a Downer, Arthur!“

”A Downer, me?“ Arthur laughed nervously. “How ridiculous.“

He looked into their faces, realizing that there was no way out. Games were almost sacred in Wellington Wells, you didn’t just refuse them if you didn’t want to raise suspicion. So he went along.

“So…what are we playing?“, he asked and then jumped backwards.

The lead guitarist had brought out an electric truncheon. Arthur prepared for a fight, but Chris calmed him down.

“Hey, don’t worry, it’s not a real weapon. It only tickles. It can be very useful though.“

He eyed the truncheon, almost lovingly.

“If you’re into that sort of thing…“ Arthur didn’t like where this was going. The last time he saw one of these was in the Reform Club.

„Come on, who doesn’t like Simon Says?“

Arthur laughed with relief. “Oh, I do. I love that game!“

“What did you think?“, Brad asked him grinning.

Arthur made an embarrassed noise.

“Nothing, I had no idea.“

He followed the band to the telly, that they turned on to watch Uncle Jack announce the game.

“Did he say we need an electric truncheon for this?“

They laughed.

“No, but we like to spice it up a little“, Matt explained. 

“If everybody is a winner, where’s the challenge?“, Brad added.

“Heads up, it’s starting“, Chris said.

Arthur did his best to act like he had a blast. Uncle Jack’s instructions were quite easy. He remembered it to be a bigger challenge to follow his orders, but he guessed that the Joy had made it harder to remember them. He kept thinking about Nick and the moment he would finally come home and find Arthur like that. But he wouldn’t mind, right? It was the town’s most favorite game after all, no matter that it looked silly.

Suddenly something hard and cold hit his hips and a spark of electricity ran through his body. It was enough to startle him.

“What are you doing?“, Matt asked him laughing. “Are you even listening?“

“I’m giving my best, I swear“, he replied, adjusting his hair with his hands. He feared it would stand on end. Promptly, another shock hit him.

“Wrong order, or do you have your feet on your head?“

“I wasn’t finished !“, Arthur protested.

Now moving was harder.

“Are you sure this is harmless?“

He didn’t get an answer. Instead he had to turn around in a circle, so that they wouldn’t zap him again. Uncle Jack was now more mean, aiming at tiring the players out. Anyway, Arthur felt ridiculous. He remembered it being more fun, but now he couldn’t imagine it being everyone’s favorite game. Victoria Byng for example. In fact, she had never appeared to the breaks when they had played Simon Says, and that would have been a show indeed. He imagined her slapping her own face. A very funny image that made him grin widely. His grin vanished when another shock came upon him, making him gasp in pain. The shivering was more persistent now, so was the tickling.

“Poor Arthur, looks like it’s not the best of your days“, Chris teased him, not noticing that Uncle Jack was giving another instruction. Sniffing his chance for revenge, Arthur grabbed the tickler and gave him a charge that made his hair stand on end too. With his long hair it looked even more funny.

“You have to pay attention!“, Arthur shouted. But the tickler was soon snatched out of his hands and used against him.

“He didn’t say Simon Says!“, Brad informed him. Arthur skillfully wriggled the fake weapon out of his hands and payed him back.

“I think he did!“

Because of his carelessness, the tickler could change his owner again, this time it was Matt.

“This isn’t about what you think“, he said laughing and hit Arthur’s leg. For a second it gave up and Arthur fell on the floor, dragging the bass player with him.

“Holy shit.“ Arthur crouched away fro the other man, still shivering. The tickler rolled away.

“Oh, no no no…“ He followed it to make sure he wouldn’t get another shock from it. It was enough for today. But Chris quickly stepped on it.

“Not so fast, Artie. You have to give others a chance too.“

“Not in this game“, Arthur decided and turned on the electricity. It ran along Chris’ leg and he jumped away, moaning. With his loot in his hands, he planned to climb on the coffee table to ask for a break, but a moment later he lay on the ground again. Nobody payed attention to Uncle Jack, everyone just tried to get the truncheon from Arthur. Arthur, who wasn’t quite all there anymore, dealt out shocks until Brad shortly but effectively twisted his arm. Then he himself got his share. The typical scent of electricity filled the room while they exhausted their own energies. Some time later they all lay on the floor, moaning and scratching their itching spots.

„And that’s Simon Says for today! I hope you had just as much fun as me - but what am I saying - of course you had fun! And you’re sure to turn on tomorrow, at the same time, for another episode of Simon Says with Uncle Jack, that’s me!“

“Fuck off“, Arthur thought. He heard that a door opened in the corridor. His flight instinct came back, but he was too exhausted to get up. He only moaned a little louder. Footsteps came closer.

“What happened in here?“, he heard Nick ask. “Must’ve been a drop-dead program“, the rockstar giggled over it. Then he found him

“Arthur!“ Nick knelt down next to him.

“What did you do to him?“, he asked the helpless band that couldn’t answer. When he tried to touch Arthur, a spark flashed over his fingers.

“Ouch!“

“Careful!“, Arthur heard another voice say. It had to me Morrie’s.

“I won“, Arthur suddenly muttered. It had occurred to him as important for a second. Nick stared at him, but there were no more words.

“Looks like Simon Says to me“, Morrie said while Nick watched him pick up the tickler. “Does that belong to your special inventory, Nicky?“

Nick felt the tickle at the mere thought.

“I forgot I still have that.“

Then he shoved his hands under Arthurs back and knees and lifted him up.

“I…better put him on the couch…he’s my guest after all…“, he explained to Morrie and put Arthur down on fluffy cushions.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?“

Arthur made an incomprehensible noise as an answer.

“How did they get him to play?“

Morrie took it calmly. “I’m sure he came here all by himself to stick his nose in our business again.“

Nick sighed. He believed to know better.

“You’re probably right“, he however said. 

Looking back to Morrie, he saw that he had lifted up Matt. Nick feared it would look suspicious if he gave Arthur to priority, so he helped Morrie to give the others a softer bed. Even though he thought they didn’t deserve it. He was sure they had planned to knock Arthur out so he couldn’t ask any questions. Teasing the journalist, as usual. He had to admit that most of them were a pain in the arse, but not Arthur. Nick would’ve loved to tuck him up, but that would’ve been even more suspicious. 

“I guess we can only wait for them to wake up“, he told Morrie.

“Or we go upstairs and enjoy our peace and quiet“, his lover whispered.

Nick understood that he couldn’t watch over Arthur now.

“He’s safe here“, Morrie added, forcing Nick to set himself in motion. He took the tickler.

“I better confiscate this, just in case they plan to play another round.“

Morrie eyed the weapon. “Looks like this is going to be an interesting night.“

“I’ll do whatever you say, Morrie“.

His lover gestured him to follow him, before he went upstairs. Their day had been wonderful so far and Morrie was in a very good mood. 

“But don’t over do it, like some people“, he added. His lover kissed him.

Arriving in Nick’s room, he said: “You worry about Arthur, don’t you?“

“Well…’worry’ is too big of a word, but they could’ve been more careful with him.“

“You like him“, Morrie said and Nick felt a shiver run down his spine.

“He’s okay for a reporter.“

He didn’t like Morrie’s look.

“What?“

“I don’t trust him“, his lover said thoughtfully. “He’s hiding something.“

“Oh, Morrie, everyone hides something. Us too.“

“Still…we shouldn’t allow him to come so close. It’s enough that he stays overnight.“

“Of course, Morrie. We have to wait until he can walk. Tomorrow, we answer his questions, so people remember us again, he goes home and all is well.“

“And then he’ll come back.“

“Sure…Any reporter would try to get at us sooner or later, there’s nothing we can do about it. And why not him? His article was smashing and the photos were stunning - especially yours. He must have a soft spot for you.“

Nick stroked Morrie’s half unbuttoned shirt.

“What’s that supposed to mean?“ Morrie gave a flattered grin.

“Well…it could be the reason why you don’t trust him.“

Morrie’s eyebrow twitched.

“What are you getting at?“

Their fingers played with each other.

“Perhaps that you don’t like to let people get close to you“, Nick said quietly.

“I let you get close“, Morrie whispered back.

“For that I am deeply grateful“.

They kissed again, explored each other as if they met for the first time. They liked what they found.

“Just be careful, okay?“, Morrie asked after a while.

“Yeah“, Nick sighed, searching for his lips again.

“You can decide who your friends are.“

Nick impatiently bit his jawline. He was done thinking for now. Pulling his lover into a tight embrace, he hoped that he would grant him some tickles.

A dazzling night later Nick awoke, wrapped into a pleasant cloud of sleepiness. He lay on Morrie, who was reading a book.

“Well, my long sleeper, how do you do?“, Morrie quietly said and kissed his forehead.

“Are you awake for long?“, Nick asked, eyeing the book.

Morrie turned back. “I guess, a few pages…“

“Why didn’t you wake me up?“

“Because you need your beauty sleep, my darling. And also I found it very cozy in here.“

Nick chuckled a bit. “I wonder if our manager ran away. I didn’t hear anything from him yet.“

“I’m sure he’ll come back soon enough with a last-minute appointment.“

Nick yawned and stretched extensively. Then he stayed in bed anyway.

“Wake me up when he’s back“, he muttered from under the blanket.

“Oh, I will.“ Morrie put down the book to look at him. “And I’ll protect you in case that reporter dares to bother you again.“

A sudden realization flashed through Nick’s body.

“Oh…right…he’s still waiting for me“, he muttered, trying to sound annoyed.

“Perhaps not anymore. It’s late after all.“

Nick felt remorse. “How late?“

“Almost 10 o’ clock“, Morrie said, looking at his watch. 

Nick sat up.

“Are you getting up for him now?“, Morrie promptly asked.

“What if he’s still here?“, Nick replied. “The earlier I talk to him the earlier he’s gone.“

His lover had to agree to that. Nick left the room, adjusted his looks in the bathroom and went downstairs, following the sound of chattering. He found his band and Arthur sitting in front of the telly again, talking and looking alright.

“Good morning, lads“, Nick made himself noticeable. “Are you okay?“

“Nicky“, he was greeted happily. “You’re up so soon, what’s wrong? Is Kitty coming back?“

Another shiver ran down Nick’s spine. “Not that I remember…“

“You’re long awaited“.

Nick looked around, all alarmed until he noticed that they were pointing at Arthur.

“Oh, I guess I’m at your mercy now.“

“It won’t take long, if you haven’t got the time“, Arthur said.

“I have time“, Nick assured him. “Virgil isn’t here, right?“, he asked the band.

“No, I guess he has better things to do“.

“So there’s plenty of time“.

Nick led Arthur upstairs into the third floor, because he couldn’t invite him into his bedroom when Morrie was still there. He hoped that Arthur didn’t mind. They made themselves as comfortable as possible. At least they had a bar in that floor.

“Are you thirsty?“, Nick asked, pointing at it.

“Er, no, thank you.“

“Are you sure?“

“I don’t drink alcohol before noon…Not that I’m judging it or something…“ He stuttered, wishing he could kick his own shin.

“Okay“. Nick looked rather amused. Then he turned more serious. “Are you alright? I can help you if you’re hurt.“

He took his hands.

“Yeah…I’m okay…“ Arthur returned Nick’s squeeze.

“Listen, Nick, I only wanted to thank you. For your present. I was so happy to get a message from you after that lonely night…“

“Oh, Artie…“ Nick lifted his fingers up to his lips. “I don’t like to leave you alone. But I have to go back to my band now and then, or this won’t work.“

“I know. I see that you’re busy. This is a full house.“

“Yeah…but beautiful, isn’t it?“

“Yeah…it’s like a different world that I’m invading.“

“Arthur…you’re not invading, you’re welcome. There’s always someone to let you in.“

“Right, someone else who’s busy…“

“So what? You’re a reporter, you have to do your job. People have a right to read about me“, Nick joked to cheer him up. “Did they hurt you. Did they force you to play?“

Arthur shook his head. “No, they’re quite nice. I think they wanted to play anyway and I just came by. I’m surprised they didn’t kick me out. Anyway. When we could move again they downright swarmed around me to see if I was okay. Then they let me stay overnight even though it wasn’t curfew yet. And this morning they told me you normally sleep late and spent even more time with me. They answered my questions so I can give my boss something to read.“

Arthur couldn’t hide how much he wondered at that.

“See? They like you“, Nick said softly. “After all, what’s not to like about you?“

Arthur was flattered.

“I think Morrie Memento doesn’t like me.“

Nick gulped. “ Well…he…I think he feels that you are…different“, he beat around the bush. “I mean that you’re not taking Joy, maybe…“

Arthur tensed. “Shit….I should really go.“

“Oh Arthur, I’m so sorry…“

“It’s not your fault, it���s mine. I can’t stroll around like that and expect no one to notice…“, he said more bitterly than he had planned.

“I’ll come back soon“, Nick whispered. “You don’t have to put yourself in danger to see me.“

“I was so naive coming here…“

“Don’t beat yourself up, my dear. Nothing happened so far.“

Arthur nodded, looking like he was eager to leave.

“Hey, Arthur“, Nick held him back. “We still have some time. Morrie won’t watch us now and when I escort you to the door you’ll be fine. If you want your interview, you can get it.“

“You don’t have to…“ Arthur shyly pulled out his notepad.

“Nonsense“, Nick said cheerfully, putting his legs on the table. “I could talk about myself all day. What do you want to know?“

[brooktrout96]

Truth & Meeting

Empathy

em·pa·thy [ˈempəTHē]

1.the ability to understand and share the feelings of another.

Markus was walk around the lower part of Jericho as a familiar android walked into his sight and he hugged him

Simon.” The two hugged each other. “Where’s Y/N.” He asked

Y/N….” Simon said as he paused to decide on his words. Markus knew that her prosthetic were damage and she took a bullet to the joint of her prosthetic leg.

Simon, just tell me what happened after we jumped”

Alright Markus. after Y/N made her decision to stay with me. She as you already know had her parachute with her. She hide it with me as she slowly tried to keep me from dying, while she had injuries herself. You knew of the one in her thigh, she also took a bullet to her left shoulder which caused issue with her left hand”

~***~

The two hide in a storage container. Y/N was trying to do some simple repairs on Simon, but her dominant hand wouldn’t let her, so it took her a bit longer to do the repair work as she listen to what was going on the roof.

How’d they manage to smuggle in a big bag like that?”

They didn’t” Y/N recognized the voice as she shove Simon way in the back of the container

What’s wrong, Y/N?” Simon asked in a whisper as she took the gun from him

The Deviants Hunters are here, and I have a plan to keep you safe. Just don’t do anything stupid after I begin my plan. Please just stay here until I can come get you or the coast is clear.” Simon nodded his head as the two heard the two Hunters speak again

Oh, that’s strange. They planned a perfect operation but got the number of parachutes wrong.”

Unless one of the deviants was left behind.” A few minutes later the door to the storage container opened as Y/N let out a shot from the gun that Markus and the rest had left with her and Simon as she shot at the Deviant Hunter, he then stumbled back from the container and she stumbled out of the container trying to keep her balance, but her leg had seize up from the loss of Blue Blood. Simon wanted to help her, but he remember what she asked him to do as he heard the Hunters and Y/N speak

I surrender, I surrender, I’ll come peacefully. Just stop shooting, please. I don’t want to died.” She whimpered in pain and in fear of her life

Enough, she unarmed. Put your hand behind your back.”

It’s you, why are you helping them?”

~***~

It took me a while before I was repaired enough to make it back here, but Y/N left enough Thirium and parts for me in case I needed to make more repair and she had repair most of the damage before everything that happened to her.” Simon said as Markus nodded his head and said

She is a hero once again for us.” Simon shook his head as he said

“But I could tell that she was hiding something, Markus but I was wondering? Did you notice her wounds bleed blue instead of red like humans should?”

She did speak of an accident where she lost her an arm and leg. Do you think that might be it?” Simon shakes his head in disbelief and said

I don’t know but I think that there could be something else going on with her.”

~***~

Y/N’s POV

I was once again in the interrogation room of DPD. Handcuffed this time with handcuffs meant for androids on my wrist as my prosthetics begin to act up as Connor entered with a file folder in his hand. He set down with a frown on his face

Let’s try this again. Y/N Dechart age 31, former mechanic for CyberLife, graduated at the top of her class in Robotic and Mechanical engineering, with a minor in chemistry, while also at the same time interning for CyberLife under their former CEO Elijah Kamski. Well known for her work on the RK series of androids.” He looked up at you. “So how did you and the androids infiltrated Stratford tower without alerting the police.” You stayed quite as the pain in your arm was too much as tears appeared in your eyes as you finally spoke

We planned it out since it is easy to request the building plans of a building.” You said nonchalantly as the pain of your prosthetics hit you and you groaned in pain as you spoke to him. He shook his head.

Why did you help the Deviants?” You looked at Connor and said

I’m not as human as you think, Connor. I was in an accident while working on one of the RK Prototypes. I actually think it was you. A explosion happened in my lab and my right arm and left leg was pinned by rubble and the first responders couldn’t move the rubble off of me, so they had to amputated them.” I lied to Connor as Connor and the officers watching were confused since you had both of your arms and legs

When I awoke Eli was standing over me with a smile on his face and he said to someone I couldn’t see that it worked, and he explained to me that they tried my experimental procedure on myself to give me back the use of my arm and leg that I lost, and that they were replaced with android’s Biocomponents.” You said as your synthetic skin on your prosthetics failed and Connor stared at the white of your arm. Connor shook his head as he continued to ask question.

I sided with them because they understand me, they trust me as one of them, and I feel more comfortable with android who won’t ridicule me for having androids’ biocomponents then the human who learn the truth about me.” You paused. “Markus is doing what’s right for his people.”  He got up and left as another officer escorted you to the holding cell before you would be sent to prison to  await your trial

~***~

DPD has release that they had caught one of the five androids who infiltrated Straford tower, but they have yet to release the name and model of the android.” The voice of the tv echoed as the three-secondary leader of Jericho talked

Our broadcast is all over the news and Y/N was captured once again. We got what we wanted. Now the humans know.” Simon said as the other two set down as North spoke

It was a mistake to reach out to them. They’ll never negotiate with their slaves. We should have shown them that we’re prepared to fight.”

Violence is never the answer. Y/N wanted us to stay peaceful as possible and she wants us to shed no blood if possibly. Dialogue is the only way. I’m sure the humans will listen to us.” Josh said as he looked at North

They’ll be watching us now. Especially since they captured Y/N, and she gave herself up to save me. I wonder if they know that there was another android hiding up there with her?” Simon shook his head. “Well, whatever we do next, we need to think about public opinion.” He set down as North spoke from her spot

Since our broadcast, more and more have been coming to Jericho. At least our message gave our people hope.”

Killing humans wasn’t part of the plan. It wasn’t what Y/N or Markus wanted.” Simon said as North shook her head

They kill our people every day. Do you think they agonize about it?”

That’s no reason for us to become murderers. Y/N wanted this to be as peaceful as could be and that is what we should do, and she got herself caught for us by saving Deviants, and now to save Simon.”

I don’t know how you trust that human. She is just like the rest of them.” North spat at Josh. “But if killing is the price of freedom. I’ll pay it gladly!”

Killing never freed anyone it just leads to more hatred!” Josh said as North got up from her spot

You’re too fond of human, especially her, Josh. Maybe their life matter to you more than ours?”

If you think murdering humans is going to make us free, then you’re as bad as they are! Y/N saved Simon from the damn Deviant Hunters and she let herself get caught to protected Jericho and its people. You know if the Deviant Hunter was able to forceful interface with me, he probably would’ve caught a glance of Jericho from my memories” Simon spat at North as he stepped between the two as they froze and saw Markus arrive

And now what are we going to do?”

There are five CyberLife stores across Detroit. All selling us like merchandise. We’re going to attack those stores and set our people free” Markus explained his plan

Attack stores?” Josh said. “We’ve never done that before…. They’re probably protected. They have security systems.”

Not to mention police….” Simon said as Markus continued to explain his plan.

We break into five teams, one for each store. We hack their security systems and we strike simultaneously at 2AM. No violence. We free our people, get them out of there before the police come

~***~

You were confused as you were dragged into a vehicle and taken out to the middle of nowhere. I watched as Hank got out after he parked the car to take a phone call as Connor followed him, and I listen in to what the two were talking about as the pain of my damages were getting to me. I knew who we were going to met

Is everything ok, Lieutenant?”

Chris was on patrol last night. He was attack by a bunch of Deviants. He said he was saved by Markus, himself.”

Is Chris ok?”

Yeah, he’s in shock but he’s alive. The thing is Markus had a gun to his head and could’ve shoot him, but it didn’t. What the hell.” You had a smile on your face as you heard Hank talking to Connor. Then Connor helped you get out of the car since your left leg couldn’t support your weight. You held on to Connor as the two walked to the door of the house and one stumbled as the two officers talked

Kamski left CyberLife ten years ago. Why did you wanna meet him?”

This guy created the first android to pass the Turing Test and he’s the founder of CyberLife. Anybody can tells us about deviants it’s him.”

And Miss Dechart is here, why?”

Because she requested it. He’s the only one that knows how to do the repairs that she needs on her prosthetic.”

Hi.” Before Hank could say anymore. The original, the first Chloe saw you leaning on Connor and she grabbed you and said

Elijah has been waiting for you, Y/N” You leaned on her as she lead you to Elijah’s lab and then went back to deal with Hank and Connor. Elijah walked in and saw the cuffed woman with her white arm and leg.

What did you do this time?” he asked as you had a smile on your face.

I went and help start an peaceful revolution and I took a bullet to the joint where my biocomponents meet, I didn’t want anyone mess around with them, and I also didn’t want anyone finding out the truth about what you did to me to save me after the damn explosion.” He tinkered with your arm and leg trying to get back in working condition

Hey Y/N,” he looked up at your face

What Eli?”

I would like you to do me a favor.” He explained his plan to you as he finished repairing your prosthetics

~***~

3rd person POV

Connor was scanning the room that the Chloe had left them in as she took Y/N to see Kamski. There was a photo that caught his eye was of a smiling trio.

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Stern, Amanda

AI Professor at University of Colbridge

Born: 05/14/78 – Died: 02/23/27

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Kamski, Elijah

AI Graduate at University of Colbridge

Born: 07/17/02

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Dechart, Y/N

Chemistry Graduate at Cornell University

Robotic Graduate at University of Colbridge

Mechanical Engineering Graduate at University

of Colbridge

Born: 03/17/07 – Died: 02/23/27

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Y/N is dead?” Connor thought to himself as he stared at the photo of the trio. “What did Kamski do to save her and how did he save her?” He paused as he looked at and scanned the other people in the photo. The duo talked a while more about things that are happening, they were invited in to see Elijah by Chloe. Connor saw Y/N sitting in a chair as she chatted with another Chloe. She looked up and saw the duo and flashed them a smile as Elijah got out of the pool as another Chloe dressed him in a black robe and he put his hair up in a man bun.

I’m Lieutenant Anderson. This is Connor and you seem to know Miss Dechart.” Y/N smiled as Hank introduced himself and Connor to Elijah

What can I do for you, Lt? You’re not just here to allow me to repair my dear friend’s prosthetics.” He said as he gestured to Y/N, who got up and stood next to Elijah and Chloe

Sir, we’re investigating Deviants. I know you left CyberLife years ago, but I was hoping you’d be able to tell us something we don’t know.” Kamski looked at Y/N and smiled.

Deviants, fascinating, aren’t they? Perfect beings with infinite intelligence, and now they have free will. Machines are so superior to us, confrontation was inevitable.” Y/N looked away as Kamski spoke.

“Humanity’s greatest achievement threatens to be its downfall. Isn’t it ironic? Right Y/N?” She nodded her head as she knew what Connor was probably going to say unless he was more Deviant then he lets on

~***~

Y/N POV

We need to understand how androids become Deviants. Do you know anything that could help us?”  

All ideas are viruses that spread like epidemics. Is the desire to be free a contagious disease?” Elijah said as Hank jumped into the conversation trying to get answers

Listen, I didn’t come here to talk philosophy. The machines you created may be planning a revolution. Either you can tell us something that’ll be helpful, or we will be on our way.” Elijah looked at Connor as you glanced over to the android

What about you, Connor? Whose side are you on?”

I have no side. I was designed to stop Deviants, and that’s what I intend to do.” Kamski gave a chuckle as he said

Well, that’s what you’re programmed to say but you what do you really want?

What I want is not important.”

Y/N?” He turned to you as you walked over to him and then he turned back to Connor and he was confused why you seem so mechanical like, so android like. “Connor what if I told you that the reason behind Miss Dechart’s Biocomponents.” This pikes Connor interest.

“I bet you have an inkling about it, though. The photo probably told you everything you need to know.” He turned and walked closer to you as you force a smile on your face knowing what Elijah is think about, what  Connor might do. “I’m sure you’re familiar with the Turing test. Mere formality, simple question of algorithms and computing capacity.” He face you in front of the two as he continued to speak

What interests me is whether machines are capable of empathy. I call it “the Kamski test,” it’s very simple, you’ll see.” Hank was confused but Connor had an idea of what you were. “Magnificent, isn’t it? The first time that the humans’ memories were transferred successfully0 into an android, but it is still a machine, isn’t it but what is it, really. Piece of plastic imitating a human who died too soon? Or a living being?” Kamski walked to a drawer behind him and opened the drawer and pulled out a gun.

“With a soul.” He turned to face the duo with the gun in his hand as you went down to your knees, you were shaking as you looked into his chocolate brown eyes with a look of ‘do it, I dare you’ or ‘don’t do it. I AM ALIVE. Let me live.’ on your face.

It’s up to you to answer that fascinating question, Connor. Destroy this machine who has the memories and knowledge of an old friend and partner of mine and I’ll tell you all I know. Or spare it, if you feel it’s alive and that it is a human, but you’ll leave here without learnt anything from me.”

Okay,” Hank said. “I think we’re done here.” Hank turned to leave. “Come on, Connor. Let’s go. Sorry to get you outta your pool.”

What’s more important to you, Connor? Your investigation, or the life of this abomination, neither human nor android? Something that shouldn’t exist, but it does. So….” You noticed Connor’s LED blinking yellow as Elijah spoke. “Decide who you are. An obedient machine or a living being endowed with free will.”

That’s enough! Connor, we’re leaving.”

Pull the trigger.”

Connor! Don’t”

Just do it Connor!” You screamed as your voice waivered. “Kill me for the knowledge that you seek.” You paused. “I shouldn’t be alive, anyways, please just put me out of your misery.” Then you said something in a whisper that only Connor could hear. “I’m so sorry Markus. I love you and I will miss you.” Kamski had a smile on his face as he finished his sentence

And I’ll tell you what you wanna know.” You closed your eyes and you waited for the bang, but it never came, and you open your eyes and saw Connor handing the gun back to Elijah as he spoke

Fascinating, CyberLife’s last chance to save humanity is itself a Deviant.”

I’m. I’m not a Deviant.”

You preferred to spare a machine rather than accomplish your mission.” Elijah helped you up as you walked towards Hank. “You saw a living being in Y/N. Someone in all actually shouldn’t be alive but she is because she is an android. You showed empathy. A war is coming, you’ll have to choose your side. Will you betray your own people or stand up against your creators? What could be worse than having to choose between two evils?” Hank grabbed Connor as he said

Let’s get outta here.”  You three turned to leave as Elijah said something to Connor as he turned back to look at Kamski and he stopped walking

By the way, I always leave an emergency exit in my programs. You never know.” Connor caught up with you guys outside.

Why didn’t you shoot me, Connor?” You asked as you looked at the android.

I don’t know, why I didn’t shoot you, Y/N. I just saw the fear in your eyes and I couldn’t that’s all.”

You’re always saying you would do anything to accomplish your mission.” Hank said as he looked at Connor. “That was our chance to learn something, and you let it go.” Connor who you knew was a machine seem to be angry at Hank as he spoke

Yeah, I know what I should’ve done! I told you I couldn’t. I’m sorry! Okay?

Maybe you did the right thing.” Hank said as he escorted you down to his car as Connor paused as he was still puzzled about what or who you are. Connor then turned to  me and asked me a question that I had be dreading since I realized  where we were heading.

Y/N, what happened to you. I scanned a photo of you, Elijah and his mentor and it said you died  the same day as Amanda Stern.”  I let out sigh.

Let’s head back to the precinct and I’ll tell you what happened.”

~***~

We were sitting in an interrogation room as I looked at the duo.

You see, I was working on a couple projects for Elijah. One was, you Connor and the other was to see if we could repurpose Biocomponents to be used as prosthetic for our solider and people who lost their limbs due to saving them or medical reason.” I looked at the two. “The day that I ‘died,’ I was approached by a man named Alena Andronikov, a man of Russian descent because I had created a way to combine blue blood and human blood to make my prosthetic work.” I let out a sigh as I took a deep breath as Hank took notes in a notebook

He was trying to get me to sell the information on my work to Russia and I refused. He then set off a bomb and I was in the epicenter of the explosion and I ended in a coma. I was considered dead, but Elijah didn’t want me to die not right after our mentor did. So, he spent many months building me a new body using the idea of my prosthetic for an android body. He was somehow able to transferred my mind into the body. I don’t know how he did it, but he did.”