#and perhaps Charlie can be a helping dog

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Can I ask for revenge for hurt s/o with fem reader and Thomas Hewitt, maybe reader is a neighbour to the Hewitt's and her and Thomas become close over time, and maybe their latest victims are there and reader goes over to the house as well, and it's an all fight between everyone but someone cuts reader bad and maybe Thomas sees red and she is the only one to calm him down, and then they kiss

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Thomas Hewitt x plus size reader

Thomas has always been your sanctuary but now, he would be your protector too

Warnings: death of parents, fire, murder, friends to lovers, angst, getting stabbed, violence, knives, happy ending, protective!Thomas WC: 1.9k

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You liked the quiet of your farm. Just you and your animals and the family across the way, it was peaceful. It was all you had ever known. 

Your family moved to Fuller when you were barely a month old, buying up a small farm on the edge of town in hopes of laying down some roots. Life was peaceful, at least until the town began to decay. Less and less children would enrol in school every year, less cars on the roads. Even the fire station shut down as the last family moved out from the city centre. And that led to the death of your parents.

A spark from a frayed cable in the basement landed on a pile of newspapers, setting them alight. It had been a dry summer, far more than usual, and there was no lack of kindling for the blaze. You chose to sleep in the barn that night, wishing to rest beside the newborn calves. Your parents had indulged your silly request, not realising that it would save your life.

You could vividly remember the smell of smoke as it bellowed out from the shattered windows of your home. The dogs howled from their kennels while you ran onto the dirt road leading to the Hewitt household. You banged on their door, begging for them to save your parents.

But even with Monty and Charlie doing their best to put out the fire, no help was coming. You were forced to watch from the comfort of Luda Mae’s arms as your entire world turned to ash.

You lived with the Hewitts for a long time after that, being that you had no other family, as the small farm house was rebuilt. By the time you were 19, you had a new home and a deep friendship with the younger Hewitt brother. Thomas had always been kind to you in the brief moments you had seen each other, but it became something more when you became a daily fixture in his life. 

He showed you how he did his chores around their own farm, took care of the animals and crops on yours when you could not bear to look upon the mound that used to be your home. And in turn, you treated him with more kindness than he had ever experienced. You never faltered at his appearance nor his size, in fact you always found ways to compliment him. You taught him to read and write, and later on, how to use sign language after your schooling ended, even if he only ever used it with you. 

You were his best friend and he was yours.

Perhaps that’s why he never encouraged you to leave as the rest of his family did.

Having finished your morning chores, you sat on the small porch in front of your house with a cup of tea and the book you had been meaning to read, eager to soak in some sun before the Texan heat rolled through. Just as you were getting to a particularly juicy section where the gentle giant farm hand had finally kissed the farmer’s daughter in the barn, a shrill scream cut through the faint buzz of the cicadas.

“What the-“ You tilted your head, waiting for another sound but none came. Leaning over your porch railing, you could just about see the edge of the Hewitt’s driveway and noticed their truck was missing as was Hoyt’s police car. A warm breeze rustled the wheat growing along your property line. 

A sour feeling gnawed at your stomach, urging you to grab your sunhat from its peg by the front door and take the short walk over to the dilapidated home. 

Thomas would be at work already and if Luda Mae wasn’t home, then neither would Charlie since his old age was starting to get to him. Maybe an animal had gotten hurt, you mused as if trying to convince yourself that the scream couldn’t have possibly been human.

“Hello?” The screen door was firmly shut but you couldn’t quite see anything in the dark hallway. You’d have to remind Luda Mae to open up the windows when she left the house for the day, again. 

The floorboards creaked as something moved around. You glanced over your shoulder, hoping to see Thomas’s hulking figure walking up the driveway to save you from having to go in and investigate. But alas, only a toad sat on the gravel, looking up at you with a bored expression, as much as a toad can have.

“If I get murdered, Thomas gets all my stuff.” You pointed at it before taking a deep breath and opening the door.

A coppery smell clung to the stale air, an almost constant of the home but today, it set you more on edge. After three years of living there, you could’ve navigated the house blindfolded but as you passed the switch, you flicked on the lights somehow hoping it would ease the twisting in your stomach.

“Hello?” You called again, passing by the kitchen, not noticing the now empty knife block. The basement door was open. “Hoyt I swear to god if this is you trying to be funny, I’ll kick your ass.” You glanced down the basement stairs, but only the single hanging bulb was visible in the dark. 

Just as you were turning to continue your search, something heavy threw itself into your chest, sending you down the steps. You slammed hard against the concrete floor, the air was ripped from your lungs violently as your ears began to ring. Footsteps thudded down the stairs. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as you tried desperately to breathe. 

“Get that rope.” You reached for the leg of Thomas’s workbench, your vision beginning to tunnel. A hand grabbed at your shoulder, forcing you onto your back. 

“She-she’s not one of them.”

“It doesn’t fucking matter! She’s here isn’t she?” 

“Please.” You wheezed but you were only met with a fist to your jaw. Your eyes rolled.

“C’mon we can make a run for it now. We don’t have to hurt her.” The voices were growing distant.

“Would you just shut the fuck… up.” The last word trailed off as something else caught their attention. You dug your heels into the floor in an attempt to push yourself away from the two voices. The ache in your stomach was starting to ease but you still couldn’t fill your lungs all the way. 

Darkness suddenly covered you as the light from the dining room vanished. “Please.” You tried again but you were only met with silence. Wood creaked and suddenly, you were hauled up. 

“Get any closer and I’ll slit her fucking throat.” The cold metal of a blade pressed itself against your neck. A bitten off whimper slid past your lips as the tip dug into your skin. Your vision began to clear as adrenaline rushed through your veins. A huge shadow loomed at the top of the stairs, silently watching as the two people holding you back panicked.

“Thomas.” You tried to reach out to him. You caught the glint of metal before he raised his arm and threw a meat cleaver directly into the forehead of the one that had tried to run. They dropped like a sack of potatoes, eyes wide with fear as the life quickly left them. 

“Shut up you stupid bitch!” Their hold on you got looser as Thomas took one step forwards. His eyes glinted with anger, a rage you had never witnessed in your gentle giant before. His hands were curled into fists so tight that his knuckles were white, his shoulders raised, making him look even bigger.

You could feel the body behind you trembling as he steadily got closer. “Stay back!” But their tone wavered. You were pulled backwards as Thomas reached the middle of the stairs. “I’ll fucking kill her!” 

As slowly as you could, you began to reach into your front pocket for the small knife you always kept on you. The one Thomas had given you on your 16th birthday. His eyes flicked to you at your movement. You hissed as the knife against your throat pressed in deeper, nicking the delicate skin.

A sound akin to a growl rumbled through the basement. “Thomas no-“ The words had barely escaped you when suddenly the knife was pulled from your neck and shoved into your side. Coldness exploded from the wound like you had been plunged into a frozen lake as your body fell forwards.

A scream echoed through the home but it didn’t sound like your voice. It was warped and all wrong. You fell against something solid but also somehow soft. Its warmth drew your mind back for a moment, just enough to watch as one of Thomas’ massive hands coiled around the other man’s throat and squeezed with all his might.

He thrashed and struggled but he was no match for Thomas. There was a crunch, and then he went limp, his head lolling strangely on his neck. Thomas dropped his body like it was a piece of trash before all his attention shifted to you. 

Your own body was shaking in his hold but you were the furthest thing from scared. With the same hand he had just used to kill someone, he pressed down on your side, stopping the bleeding as best he could. “It’s ok, you saved me Thomas.” He shook his head, his dark hair falling in front of his face. 

He eased you back onto the workbench making you wince as the first tinges of pain began to appear. “Thomas.” You reached for him but he stepped away from you and darted into the darkness of the basement. He was rummaging through something. You heard glass break while you clutched at your stomach. 

His lumbering footsteps returned and the bulb above you flicked on with a gentle hum. A bright red box was in his hands which he was looking through as he rushed back to you. “Talk to me.” You urged. He glanced at you then sighed heavily. 

Not yet, he gestured and pulled out a thick bandage. You let out a huffed laugh, letting him pull up your now ruined shirt to get access to the wound. His eyes narrowed before he let out a breath of relief. Not deep.

You bit down on your lip as he wrapped the bandage around your plush stomach, pulling it as tight as he could without causing you more pain than necessary. “Thank you for saving me.” He helped you to sit up, taking care not to put too much strain on you.

His bulk was all you could see now. He cupped your cheek, a move far bolder than you expected from the shy man. You nuzzled into his touch, unable to stop yourself. “You did so good Tommy.” He nodded and you finally smiled. His head dipped down as his eyes flicked to yours with a silent question, one you had been waiting for since you were 15. 

It was you who leaned in first, capturing his chapped lips in a kiss that was long overdue. He was frozen for just a second then melted into it, naturally meeting the soft push and pull of your mouth in a way that made your brain go fuzzy that wasn’t purely shock. He hesitated when he pulled away but he didn’t go far, only putting enough space between you in order to meet your gaze once more.

“Protect.” His voice deep and rough from disuse but as he gathered you into his arms and tugged you against his broad chest, you knew that he would do anything to do just that. And you couldn’t help but smile through the pain.

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bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 33 all chapters

WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

As it turns out, the Underworld provides a whole slew of services designed to deal with circumstances just like this. Medical care, emergency home repair–and body disposal, all for the price of a handful of gold coins.

You sit with John as a man your lover so descriptively calls Doc sews up Wick’s wounds. There is blood on your face, and your silk pjs. Dog sits on your foot, clearly anxious about letting either one of you out of his sight. In the same spirit, John’s good hand is clasped in yours, or yours in his–neither of you have been able to let go. 

Another man known simply as Charlie orchestrates the removal of the collection of corpses through the house. Yet more tattooed tradesmen work on boarding up the blown out window in the kitchen with a big piece of plywood. 

It’s a miracle, really, the house didn’t burn down. 

“Thought you’d left all this behind you, John?” asks Doc, making a neat knot in the former assassin’s side. 

“So did I.”

“What will you do?”

“The same thing I always do when I’m lost. Talk to Winston.” 

The two men share a snort of laughter you don’t entirely understand. 

When Doc finishes with John he gives you a bottle of pain meds, and a bottle of what are, as far as you can tell, pharmacy grade amphetamines. “In case he has to work again.” You take them with wide eyes and a nod, praying to whatever devil might be listening that that won’t be necessary. 

You’re fairly certain that no one up above is interested in any of you anymore. 

You killed a man. 

You killed a man with a gun to save John, and you do not feel sorry at all. 

Numb, perhaps, but not sorry. 

John groans as he adjusts himself on the couch. You reach out to steady him, helping him best you can. He is heavy, and you look at the stairs with doubt. “Maybe we should sleep down here tonight?”

He blinks at you, undoubtedly thinking you incredibly naïve. “We can’t stay here, baby. It’s not safe.”

“Where will we go?” 

“We’re going to the city,” says John, sounding weary as a man twice his age. “I know a place. Can you drive?”

You have to admit you’re a little dizzy from the whiplash. In the span of a few hours, you’ve gone from being locked up like a princess in the castle, to murdering a man, and now John is going to let you drive?

He must read the blatant surprise on your face. He doesn’t like it, his grip tightening on your hand. “These are bad, bad men who would eat you for breakfast. You’ve got to stick with me.” 

You bristle at this, because even though you absolutely should be thinking about escape? You’re not. You were thinking about how you were going to manage taking care of him in this state, and it pisses you off that he’s still so fucking worried about controlling you that he can’t see the writing written in blood on the wall. 

Or at least, written in blood, on the kitchen floor. 

“You asshole,” you say for the second time tonight. It wins you a lordly scowl that for some fucked up reason thrills you to the tips of your toes. But it’s too late to turn back now. “Were you there, when I fucking shot a man for you? Maybe this is just business as usual for you, but it’s fucking new to me.”

He clenches his other fist on his knee, seeming to count to ten with his eyes closed. “I’m sorry,” he finally grinds out. “I know…Are you alright?”

You guess that you put up a good enough front that he forgot that maybe he should ask. Good on you. Maybe.

“No, not really,” you answer truthfully. “But I don’t have any choice, do I?”

He actually has the grace to cast his eyes down, seeming to really think on what you’re saying. “You had a choice,” he muses quietly, his thumb sliding over your knuckles. “In the kitchen.”

You stroke Dog’s head for something to do with your other hand, which is shaking. Your thundering heart beats painfully in your chest. From the corner of your eye you take in this anomaly of a man. This man, who kidnapped you, who has been playing mental games with you for months, who has kept you prisoner, who has taken your body to heights you never even knew were possible, who has spoiled you, who has adored you and degraded you all in the same breath–this man, who somehow, you know you love with your whole heart. 

“John…” He tilts his head to look at you, his eyes glazed with pain. You’re not sure if it’s physical or mental at this point. “Did you really think I could shoot you?”

Perhaps he did, because in his mind, the only acceptable answer to a wrong against you is murder. 

Perhaps in the brutal world he’s occupied since he was just a child, it is. 

Suddenly he can’t meet your eyes. “Maybe I would deserve it, y/n.”

The fact that he knows that is definitely a good sign. 

But the tricky truth is–it wasn’t all bad. And the good? The good was almost worth the bad, you dare to think now that you’ve survived it. You know better than to say that, because you know you are in the midst of a negotiation right now.

“I love our life together, when you’re sweet to me, John. I only want to murder you when you boss me around. And I only mean that figuratively.”

A huff of laughter escapes him; there is a glimmer of hope in his miserable dark eyes. You know it’s insane, after everything he’s done, but you feel sorry for this man. 

“If you would just treat me as an equal, instead of constantly trying to control me…” I’ll be your ride or die. You can’t bring yourself to say it aloud yet. He already has enough power over you. “Do you think…that’s something we can work on?”

He could have pushed you over with a feather, when slowly he nods, bringing your knuckles to his lips to kiss them. “If you don’t want to murder me after everything I’ve done to you…maybe anything is possible.”

You on the other hand, can only blink. Did you just hear what you think you heard? 

That blood-pressure induced ringing has returned to your ears again. The explosion and gunfire surely didn’t help, but somehow this is far more momentous to you. Your surprise for the magnitude of this admission surprises you, and you must show it in the lift of your brows. It makes him smile ruefully; you’re not sure why the sight of it squeezes your heart so. 

You are not so stupid as to think this traumatic event has healed him miraculously, knocked some loose screw back into place. The mind doesn’t work like that. But just maybe, it did put some things into perspective. You are allies now against a mutual cause, rather than enemies of each other. And just maybe, when you tell him that you don’t want to leave him, he will actually believe you from now on. 

“Anyway…I can drive the Rover…” you say with confidence, even though you are still utterly flabbergasted he’d even give you the opportunity. “I don’t know about the ‘Stang.” The Mustang you think you could manage in an emergency, but it’s been a long time since you had to drive a stick, and being responsible for his baby doesn’t sit well with you. 

“That will do.” He grumbles, mostly to himself, “I’ve got to teach you to drive. There is so much I need to teach you.”

You’re not sure what he means by that. You are too tired to hash it out completely right now, but you sense that something, a whole lot of something, has changed in the past few hours between you.  

He makes to get to his feet with a groan–and can’t quite. “Maybe I am too old for this shit,” he grouses. 

“John, you got shot, stabbed, and fought off ten heavily armed assassins. I think you can count tonight as a win.”

Again, that bitter huff of laughter escapes him. You help John to his feet, trying to steady him as best you can. If he’d injured one of his legs badly you would be so fucked; there was no way you could carry him.

“Um…who were they?” You realize you haven’t even talked about who was just trying to kill him. You suppose you already think you know the answer, but then again you could be wrong.

“Camorra goons, I’m pretty sure,” hisses John, clearly in pain. “Guess I should have kept someone alive for questioning…I’ve always been bad at that.”

You press your lips, because it shouldn’t be funny…but if you don’t laugh about it, you might cry. Your life has been so weird lately, it almost just seems par for the course in a way. 

“John…” you chortle and sigh. “Surely the d’Antonio kid gets the picture now? You’ve killed everyone he’s sent after you? Why can’t these assholes just leave you alone?” Why the prince of the Camorra would court such trouble is beyond you. 

“Good question.” He groans as he takes a step, his good arm slung over your shoulder. “The young ones, especially the second or third generation, think they have to prove themselves. Or maybe…he loved his mother and wants me dead. It’s a faint possibility.” 

“Italian boys and their mothers.” 

John chuckles a little, then winces. “Please, sweetheart,” he entreats you. “Don’t make me laugh.” 

Maybe you are a silly creature, but hearing the endearment for you warms something in your heart that had been left out in the cold for too long. “Fine,” you agree, even though humor is absolutely your biggest coping mechanism. “Tell me what we need to do next?” 

“We need to pack.”

“Ok. What?”

“Suits, and guns.” 

You guess in a nutshell, that was the essential distillation of his world, once upon a time. Now, quite against your will, you both are being kicked back into it. By the look in John’s dark eyes, for some reason you have a feeling it’s the Camorra who are going to regret it. 

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smiling friends headcanons!! :D

i have smiling friends brainrot

allan:

•wine is his de-stresser. after a long shift he likes to go home and sip on a glass of wine while watching shit TV like some kind of cool guy

•doesn't smoke cigarettes often but will bum one off of charlie sometimes during their breaks

•bites people he loves :)

•perhaps his dr. monsters appointment with dr. monster was an appointment to assess him for OCD

•very very particular about the way he likes things and hates unexpected change in his routine

•also a math god he's like a walking calculator

•always helping other people reach things that they cant

•he has to be like 6’3 or something probably

•autism be damned my boy can work a grill (he can cook really well)

•in fact hes often the one cooking meals for the other smiling friends

•he also lovessss to garden its one of his favorite hobbies

•he grows his own vegetables to cook with and flowers to decorate his home :)

•i feel like this man would get down to some queen or duran duran

•he’ll listen to pretty much anything but i feel like he would gravitate towards 80s classics

•used to own a car that he loved but it broke down and he never bought another one

•went to school for engineering and started volunteering at smiling friends after graduating as kind of a placeholder job, but loved it so much it became his full time job

•cheese is his safe food

•had to wear glasses when he was younger but felt like they deterred the ladies so he switched to wearing contacts

•probably drinks black coffee like a fucking freak

•either that or he adds oat milk

•hes pretty anxious and freaks out a lot and will also snap if he has sensory overload

•wears noise canceling headphones a lot cause too much noise drives him insane

•HATES fabric touching his skin but will still wear a tie cause “it’s classy” and will wear clothes if hes out in public

•once took a trip to france and almost didnt come back cuz it was like cheese heaven

•goes clubbing during some of his nights off and is a karaoke GOD

•also goated at chess and gets heated during a game of scrabble

charlie:

•definitely sneaks a cart into work every day

•if allan didn’t cook this dude would go into debt from ordering takeout every day

•was raised mostly by his uncle cause his parents werent always around, and they're more like really good friends now that hes older

•grew up poor and had a pretty hard childhood overall but he doesn't dwell on it too much

•relieves his stress and frustration by terrorizing people in fortnite lobbies

•the smiling friends hq is air conditioned 24/7 per his request, he's heat sensitive and sweats EXCESSIVELY

•uses axe body spray to mask the stench

•his living conditions are depressing to look at, the only furniture in his apartment is a mattress and an old camping chair he borrowed from his uncle years ago

•also probably owns a shelf dedicated to lego builds

•he spends like 90% of his time in his bed if not working

•his morning routine consists of waking up disoriented asf, throwing on some clothes laying on the floor, forgetting to brush his teeth and walking out the door

•was exposed to shock sites wayyy too young

•acted out and got in trouble a lot in his adolescence but now just likes to keep to himself for the most part

•believe it or not he was baptized as a baby

•started caring about life a little more ever since experiencing hell

•feel like he likes music his uncle showed him as a kid, maybe judas priest and whitesnake type shit

•doesn’t even have to say anything when he goes to salty’s cause hes a regular and they know his exact order

•thats a bisexual man if ive ever seen one

•the hat hides his receding hairline lul

•has a fat ass surgical scar on his nose from when james ripped it off

•wears the same beat up white adidas shoes and got in highschool

•owns one of those “dubstep, weed and jacking off” shirts

•hes an only child but pim is like a brother to him

•had a family dog growing up and is a dog person overall

pim:

•begs to play roblox when anyone else is playing video games in the office

•curls up into a ball when he sleeps

•also will freak out without a night light

•his room is definitely littered with stuffed animals

•grew up watching mlp (g1) and probably still owns some pony figures

•and says “hello everypony!!” when entering a room

•played a LOT of browser and flash games as a youngster like club penguin and moviestar planet

•genuinely finds beauty in everything i wish i was on his level of joy and whimsey

•would totally listen to vocaloid and would totally go on a super long tangent about how its so cool and holograms are so cool

•also has a collection of light sticks and miku plushies and definitely kisses his miku poster goodnight

•i feel like he ate paint chips as a child

•craves social interaction cuz his parents had a rocky marriage and were neglectful and his sister treated him like shit when they were kids

•his sister would tug on his nerve ending when she got annoyed

•having a rough upbringing and dysfunctional family is what pushed him to start working for smiling friends, hes genuinely passionate about making people smile and just wants to help people who are in bad situations like he was

•prone to panic attacks :(

•sings little songs to calm himself down

•flails his arms or jumps around when hes excited

•still uses pool floaties when swimming lmao

•also still loves to dress up and play pretend as an adult

•mmmmm loves sweets what is a nutritious meal?????

•wore glasses growing up but just kind of stopped for some reason probably cuz his eyes are fucking massive

glep:

•chronic cyberbully-er

•tells people to kts in his gibberish language when they annoy him

•has most likely caused several wars across the globe

•puts whatever he wants on the tv and then hides the remote and watches everyone fight over who took it

•small but lets out the most diabolical burps imaginable

•is fluent in every single language on earth and probably space too

•absolutely brainrotted from that ipad he wont stop watching skibidi toilet

•unties peoples shoes when theyre not paying attention

���little guy has never known sobriety in his life

•has so many random ass pictures and videos saved on his tablet

•hes like a little vlogger

•if someone says or does something he doesnt like he’ll probably hire a hitman on them

•definitely has access to the deep web

•hates gardening but will help allan out with it once in a while for something in return (like a grilled cheese or some weed or something)

•also will sit next to allan while hes cooking so he can eat all the scraps

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“Well, did you enjoy that Emily?” You ask Emily as you both pass through the portal, and onto your porch.

“Yes! I finally get what you mean when you say Charlie and I are alike,”

“Sweetie, you are carbon copies of each other, it’s not that hard to come to that conclusion ,”   You smile, and jump when you remember something. 

“By the way, Sinners can be redeemed! I did some digging around a couple of days ago, but I forgot to tell you,” 

For a moment, Emily becomes silent, letting the news sink in. 

Shs squeals. 

“Oh this is amazing! That means that-” 

“That what, Emily?”

The voice of the Elder Seraphim makes you jump out of your skin. 

“Hi, Sera, uhm just, er,” You lose face in front of Sera, but she is more looking at Emily than you. 

“Where exactly have the two of you been? Emily I was looking all around for you today,”

“Oh she was just hanging out with me at my house today-”

“I didn't see you around at all today,” Adam pops up behind you.

Ah yes, him. 

“Were you not out all day today?” You counter. 

“Enough! I already knew that Emily was in Hell with you,”

Your mouth agape, you make an attempt to form a plausible excuse. 

“I uh, just wanted to help out with the aftermath of the extermination and I just invited Emily along, please don't punish her, I really pushed her into it,”  You grimace. Surely there’s going to be a berating headed your way.

Emily gives you a confused look, and you return it with a warning one. 

“Whatever for? It's not like it works anyway,” Sera, despite spewing her bullshit, has her head up high. 

The latter remark makes you stick out your chin, with a defensive attitude. 

“Uh, yes it does, actually,” You smile innocently.

Sera’s face pales. 

“What, what do you mean? Obviously, sinners do not have the capacity to be redeemed,”

“Yeah, the big shot’s right. Those little, dare I say, cunts have already fucked up their one chance, why give them another?”

Your ‘husband’ sides with the Seraphim, but Emily stays beside you. 

“Well why not discuss this in court then?” Your eyes, almost manic glares into the ones of the first man. 

“Wha- What the fuck man? You can't do that-Right Sera, she just can't-”

“No, she can… When do you want to hold the meeting?” She turns to you. 

“Perhaps the day after the next? So that we'll have time to prepare,”

“.... Very well. Emily, let's go,”

Em stays back a bit and mutters, “Whatever happens, I’m on your side. I’ll try to help in anyway I can,”

“You don’t have to,” you mumble back.

“Emily! Let’s go,” Sera hisses. The two Seraphims leave the patio of your home.

“Why the fuck does this matter to you so much bitch?” Adam points an accusing finger at you, which you slap away.

“Oh, I don't know, maybe I want to uphold true Heavenly values? You of all people should know that,” You hiss back. 

“Uh, no. Sinners can't be redeemed, now stop preaching all this dumb bullshit, and get ready, because you're going down, bitch,” 

You bite your tongue, because God forbid you send him into a frenzy. You don’t have the time or energy for his tantrum right now.

“Well, I'm going to bed bitch, God, I am so handsome, and cool and amazing,” Adam sashays to the bedroom, irritating you so. 

You pave a path to the living room.

You look at the couch.

You are not planning on sleeping on the same bed as Adam tonight. 

Or the next, for that matter.

You flop on the couch like a tired dog, and doze off. 

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You’re in a desolate landscape. It's familiar. 

Oh yeah, you've been here before. 

Adjacent to you is the pedestal with the glowing ball. 

“Yeah, I’m not doing that again,” You step away from the monument and bump into something.

Or rather, someone.

“Sera? What are you- hey!” The Seraphim suddenly pushes you without warning, cascading you down into a dark pit.

Dark pit… This has happened before.

What the fuck is going on?

Despite your confusion you flap your wings in the darkness, but as soon as you get to the top of the hole again, some force drags you down. 

You look towards the surface, and see exterminators grinning (quite ironically) devilishly at the sight of your downfall

You spiral into the abyss, and the familiar heat appears. 

You hit the ground with a thud, and jump out of your couch, sun rays peeking through the curtains.

What was that dream? That's the second time today that you had a dream such as this. 

What's that glowing ball about?

Why, in the second dream, Sera pushed you into that hole?

Why couldn't you fly? 

Why, did you fall? 

Also, what is up with the ground at the bottom of the pothole?

It was so different from the  empty landscape at the surface, with its red hot coals.

You rub your eyes with your trembling hands. It felt so real, as if your hands are suffering the aftermath of being burnt on the scorching stones.

There's no point crying about it now. 

Time to become your own attorney.

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“So, let me get this straight. There's a court meeting tomorrow and you need Charlie  to be there. On short notice?!” Vaggie groans and rubs her temples. 

“This is the perfect recipe for disaster,” 

“Yah, honestly you fumbled this one toots,” Angel adds, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone.

“Vaggie, this isn't so bad. At least now we have solid evidence. Who knows? We actually have a fighting chance,” Charlie gives her girlfriend a comforting hug from behind. 

“I know it's short notice, and I'm sorry I'm asking for a lot, but it could help you guys immensely,” You ramble on. 

“Maybe we can sit down and look all of this over. I’ve brought some documents with me, and after possibly I could snatch Sir Pentious to go to the court meeting as well,” You start naming things like a list so fast, the words that leave your mouth are almost unintelligible. 

“Hey, maybe you should sit down. Seems like you're getting the jitters. Oh Charlie! Maybe you should brew a pot of tea, hmm?” Lucifer puts a hand on your shoulder and guides you to the couch. 

“Sorry for getting worked up about all of this, and all, I just have a lot on my plate,” you rub the head of Kiki, calming down to the vibrations of the cat's purrs.

“Yeah I could tell,” The demon holds your shaky hand gently, as if it was made of glass. 

“See, you're shaking. I'm assuming the hearing isn't the only reason you're so anxious,” 

You sigh. 

“Really, I'm fine. Don't worry about it,” You smile, and squeeze his hand.

The King slightly reddens at the touch.

Charlie enters the room with piping hot cups of tea with Vaggie, who was holding a tin of biscuits. Charlie squints at the sight of you and her dad holding hands. Instinctively, you pull away casually.

“Okay, so,” You begin to take out some papers from your bag and place them on the table. 

“Recently, St. Peter gave me receipts of who has entered Heaven in the recent weeks. Even though we know that Sir Pentious is in Heaven, we should still try to match up the dates of when he entered, and the day of extermination,” 

“It'll be good hard cold evidence, especially if we get a grab of Pentious himself…” you bite your lip. 

“We’d probably have to look around for more information… Would either of you know anything?” You turn to the three. 

Lucifer scratches his head for a moment. 

“Hmm, nothing that I could think of-” 

“I believe I could make an attempt to ask Rosie and the other Overlords, they like to be keeping an eye on everything that goes on in Hell,” The familiar nails-on-a-chalkboard voice makes you jump out of your seat, almost spilling the cups of tea on the table. 

Geez, can Alastor abstain himself from giving you a jumpscare just to make his entrance?

“Yeah, that'd be amazing! We really need all hands on deck for this,” Charlie answers for you.

“Thanks Alastor. You're so kind,” You add, just out of habit. 

“It’s no problem my dear. Anything to help out a friend,” 

Friend? Alastor isn't an enemy to you, but you barely have shared any proper conversation to consider him your friend. 

That title he used for you seemed, off, like he doesn't regard you as a friend. 

But why-? 

Oh. 

“Yeah, thanks for your kind offer Alastor, but I'm quite confident that us three have it covered. So can you please remove yourself from here? We need to concentrate,” Lucifer pipes up from beside you, a thin layer of rage decorating his tone. 

“Uhm, some extra help doesn't hurt anyone Dad, right Y/N?” 

It feels like everyone in the room is looking at you for your input. 

Thankfully, your saving grace, Niffty turns the attention to her.

“Why are all the bad boys becoming good boys?! Ugh! So lame,” She groans as she uses a brush to sweep stray crumbs from the floor.

Using this window of opportunity, you change the subject. 

“Okay, now regarding Sir Pentious, I should probably call him now…” 

“I still have the card you gave me!” Charlie takes out the card from her breast pocket, crusted with dry slime and lint.

“You keep that thing on you?” Vaggie cringes.

“Yes, and?” Charlie dials the number on the card. 

Briing rring

You hold your breath as each silent second drags on. 

“Hello? Who isss thiss?” A voice rings from the other end. 

“Sir Pentious, is that you?!” The Princess replies. 

“Charlie? Iss that you?” The voice counters. 

“Oh hi!! So as much as I want to catch up with you, I have a teeny tiny favour to ask of you…”

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“Ahh, I don't know Charlie. Thiss iss a very important matter, I don't know if I could handle it,”

“Pentious, by helping us, we could be achieving big! We need to either go big or go home! I know it's a lot of you, but, pretty please?”

A crackled sigh. 

“Oh alright…”

“Aaaa thank you so much Pentious! I'd give you a hug, but, you know… Ah bye bye!”

Charlie drops the call. 

“Seems like everything's in order now. I'll see you guys tomorrow?” You stand up from the couch. 

“Yes, and Y/N?”

You turn to the Princess. 

“Yes Charlie?”

She hesitates. 

“....Thank you again, for all of this,”

“Charlie, again, it's really no problem, okay? It's literally the least I can do,” You give Charlie a hug. 

It's all you can do. 

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“We are gathered here today to re-determine if sinners are able to redeem themselves via Charlie Morningstar’s Hazbin Hotel,” The Seraphim’s voice bellows from above. 

Cherubs and winners are below you, Charlie is by your side, and Emily is beside Sera, on edge.

“The plaintiff is Y/N, and the defendant is Adam, the first man. Y/N, I bring the floor to you,”

You take a deep breath and take out your notes. 

“Well, your Honour, I have receipts which show that a sinner has entered Heaven in recent weeks,” You thrust out the piece of paper, which Sera draws towards her. 

“He goes by the name ‘Sir Pentious’,” Your voice puts on a nonchalant tone, but it feels like your heart is about to stop. 

Sera reads over the piece of paper, her face as though she swallowed a particularly sour lemon. 

“Uhhhh, I call bullshit. I mean come onnnnnn,” Adam groans. 

“I mean, do you know how easy it is for her to just print that out. Don't tell me you're actually believing this?” He smirks, and gets a snicker from Lute beside him.

“Uhm actually,”Sir Peter pipes up from the stands. 

“I actually gave her that paper a while ago, if that can vouch for anything-”

“Shut up Pete,” Adam spits. 

“Order!” Sera’s feathers ruffle, and she tucks them back down.

“Unless the defendant shows indubitable evidence, I’m afraid the verdict still stands,”

“Sera no!” Emily cries.

“Emily, this is an official court meeting, one of which you aren’t apart of. If you can’t keep quiet, you would have to leave the courtroom,”

You bite your nail. You really didn’t want to pull out your winning card this early…

“May I call a witness?”

“You may,”

“Well I call Sir Pentious as my witness,” You nod towards where the cacophony of angels were.

“Well your Honour…” He hisses, his tail wagging as though alert. 

“I used to be a sinner, ass you may already know. During the lasst extermination, I wass killed in the battle… Then before I knew it, I wass up here in Heaven. That's all,” Pentious looks up at you, and you give a thumbs up along with a smile. 

“Any quesstions?” 

“No, you may sit down,” Sera starts, but a cherub pipes up from the audience. 

“What does he mean by “as you already know”? I for one didn't know about that,” 

Multiple angels, winners and Heavenborn alike, all murmur in agreement. Emily then bursts out,

“I'll tell you this. It's because Sera and I knew when Sir Pentious entered Heaven. Rather than going through the pearly gates, he appeared amongst the two of us.” 

And all Hell, (or Heaven) breaks loose.

“Silence! This meeting is adjourned,” Sera’s ringing voice brings the noise of the  populated stadium to a halt.

“Adjourned? What, why?” Charlie inadvertently voices your thoughts.

“My reasoning will not be objected,” Sera dodges the question.

“This meeting will be continued within twenty minutes,”

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“Charlie, what do we do? Sera clearly doesn’t want to budge, and God knows what lies Adam is feeding her,” you  pace up and down, words leaving your mouth as quick as lightning.

“Uhh don’t panic,” Charlie puts her hands up defensively. 

“She hasn’t made a decision yet, we could- erh” She stumbles over her words,  and fumbles a small yellow item out of her pocket and puts it in your hand.

“My dad said to give it to you if you got worked up- uhm,” Charlie steps backward a bit to give you some space. 

You look at the object in your hand, which took the shape of a duck that was decorated with the signature white hat, and an apple cane in its flank.

You squeeze it and it produces a familiar tune. Your eyes widen as you remember that it was the melody  you complimented just the other day. 

At the time, it was just obligatory praise, but you were absolutely smitten by the fact that Lucifer has taken it seriously.

The dedication, into making something like this, for you is…

Charming.

Really Charming. 

“Uhhh, Are you alright?” The Princess taps her foot anxiously, waiting for your answer.

“Oh yeah!” You look up, cheeks warming.

“I really love it. Tell him as such,” your stupid face breaks into a smile despite everything.

“I will. He’d be pretty happy hearing that, especially from you,” she gives you a playful nudge.

“You know… He likes you. Like- a lot,” 

Your eyes brighten, and Charlie squeals at the sight.

“Oh, I knew it was reciprocal!” She brings you into a massive bear hug.

“Charlie- I-,”

“Oh, sorry,” She lets go.

“I was squeezing too hard, wasn’t I?”

“No, no it’s not that. It’s that well- you know I’m married,” An gravelly sigh leaves your lips.

“I think we would be better as friends,” Your throat is scratchy. Why is this so hard to say? 

“Oh,” was her reaction, only enhancing your guilt even more. She looked so remorseful, you wanted to hug her so badly and say that you were lying.

And you were.

“Excuse me?” A cherub taps your shoulder.

“The court meeting is about to resume,”

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As you enter back on your podium, you see Adam whispering something into Sera’s ear. He looks at you and makes a rude gesture, which you reciprocate.

“Enough! The court is back in session. Now, I bring the defendant to speak,” 

“Ehhh yeah, anyway my point still stands. I don’t think we want some sinners cavorting around , making trouble,”

 His statement just irritates you. How could he just say something like that?

“How do you know that? Pentious has been here for a while, and I doubt he has been making any disturbance,” are you picking the low hanging fruit? Yes. Is it helping your case? Also yes.

“Uhhhh yeah, but what’s the guarantee that others won’t? Geez, you’re so gullible,” He snorts like the pig he is.

“The defendant has a point. I feel like I’ve come to a conclusion, and it still hasn’t changed from the last session. Lute, please see Princess Charlie Morningstar out. Everyone else is  dismissed,”

All the spectators leave. Sir Pentious looks back and gives you a consoling wave before taking his leave.

Lute flies over to your podium and a portal opens behind Charlie.

“What? No!” You and Emily shout in unison. The General roughly grabs the princess by the arm and drags her through the threshold.

 Horns protrude from Charlie’s head, trying to resist the Angel’s force. More exterminators appear, almost magically and with one final push, the Demon princess is hauled through the portal.

“Charlie, NO!” You outstretch your hand, but it’s too late. The gateway closed with a whoosh sound.

“Now, was that really necessary?” You stare daggers at Sera, Lute and Adam.

“It had to be done,” was her response.

“Also, Sera, you said you wanted to talk to Y/n about something,” The first man’s tone is sinister, and is putting you on edge. 

“Oh, yes. Thank you for the reminder. Well, Mrs. Y/N, I ban you from travelling to Hell without a permit,”

“What, why?!” Your heart is in your throat.

“Uhh, coz I don’t want you there. D'you know how bad it'll look on me if I can’t control my wife?!” 

Sera puts her fingers between her eyes.

“Ahem, what Adam is trying to say is that, you clearly aren’t thinking of the consequences all of this may have. Imagine the state of Heaven if we just let any riff-raff in,”

You let out a short breath in shock. That was it. Game over.

“Unbelievable,” 

“Y/N, WAIT!-” Emily tries to fly to your podium

She was met with a slammed door in her face.

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[anthurak]

So I’ve been reading/watching a few different Helluva Boss theory posts/videos recently, and I really have to ask:

We all recognize that when it comes to serious theory-crafting on lore, character backgrounds and most other things, basically EVERYTHING from the pilot is firmly in ‘take with a grain of salt’ territory, right?

Like this is not some ‘true episode one’ or weird ‘episode zero’ thing. It’s a pilot, a proof-of-concept and basic introduction to the series premise and main characters. Now it is certainly a GREAT intro to that premise and those characters, but it’s also clear that at this point the writers were still ironing out the characters, lore and other elements. I mean just compare Stolas in the pilot to Stolas in just the first episode, or how Tilla went from being Blitzo’s older sister to being his mother.

And we can really see this dissonance all over the pilot, as well as possibly getting a sense of what earlier drafts of characters might have looked like.

For example, Moxxie’s ‘dreaming my parents were getting murdered’ line in the pilot certainly feels like it may have at one point been foreshadowing, but it also just doesn’t fit very well with what we later got in the actual show. It seems like Moxxie would have nightmares about his mother being killed, but find dreams about Crimson being murdered to be quite appealing. Instead, I think we can guess that the plan at the time of the pilot was for Moxxie’s parents to have both been murdered by the mob/Crimson, possibly leading to Moxxie being adopted (perhaps by force) by Crimson. But between the pilot and the first episode, Vivzie and the team opted to streamline things by making Crimson be Moxxie’s father in the first place and him having murdered Moxxie’s mother. As evidenced by how Moxxie’s ‘maybe a shitty dad, or a mob family…’ line in Murder Family is MUCH more in line with what we end up seeing in Season 2.

Likewise, I imagine that Tilla originally being Blitzo’s sister likely had her in a nurturing, adoptive older sister role to Blitzo and Barbie, until the writers decided it simply made more sense for Tilla to just be the twins’ mother instead.

So when I see people doing stuff like using Loona’s implication that she has syphilis as a major part of or even the whole basis for theories on her messed up background/childhood, I can’t help but feel like they’re unwittingly building up their theory on a pretty shaky foundation.

Like don’t get me wrong, I fully agree that Loona went through some major shit in her childhood. I even have a hunch/headcannon that her backstory is actually going to have Blitzo AND Moxxie beat in the fucked-up department. It’s just that I think a far more reliable source of foreshadowing on this is something like Loona’s whole ‘This kid probably sets dogs on fire’ spiel in Murder Family, rather than anything from the pilot. Particularly since we now how at least two other cases of seemingly offhand, inconsequential jokes from that episode actually being foreshadowing; again, Moxxie’s ‘maybe a shitty dad…’ line, as well as Blitzo’s ‘we’re just killing a mother…’ line.

Finally, everything I’ve said here goes double, triple and frankly QUADRUPLE for Hazbin Hotel. Whereas we only had a little more than a year between Helluva Boss’s pilot and first episode, we’ve had over FOUR years for Hazbin. And it’s clear already from the trailers and other promotional material that things have changed quite a bit since the pilot. Like I’m as hyped as anyone else to finally see this show get released, but when it comes to specific expectations, we REALLY need to take basically all but the most general, basic, broad-strokes story, character and lore details that were in the pilot with a MASSIVE grain of salt.

Things like the basic premise, general character personalities, Charlie and Vaggie being a couple, etc; those we know are still a thing. Everything else is WILDLY up in the air.

[blue-rose-soul]

All I can think about now is Lucifer stalking following Alastor around cause he's being over protective and Alastor avoiding him like the plague. Like a weird game of hide and seek.

Pffffffffft, that's basically it. Alastor gets the feeling he's being watched, but when he turns around, instead of a buzzing drone, he sees Lucifer sitting in front of a cafe with a fake mustache and a newspaper with holes cut for his eyes.

Okay, maybe not literally, but it's a funny mental image!

Lucifer's pretty protective of Charlie too, but it's not like he's watching her every move. He probably does stick a little closer to Alastor out of guilt and due to the Vees' increased activity, but not to the point where he's crawling in the bushes. More like offering to join Alastor on outings or wanting to know where he's going and when he's planning to be back. Making excuses to run into him places. Which leads to Alastor giving ever more vague answers or straight up lying about his plans where normally he wouldn't bother. Alastor pretty quickly shuts Lucifer down when Lucifer offers to go with him anywhere.

"What, are you expecting to do some paternal bonding now? Perhaps we'll go fishing, or play a spot of catch?" "I mean... Do you want t-" "No."

This might be the point where Nicasius gets introduced to the AU proper. With Alastor coming under increasing fire (and his powers mysteriously weakened since he's still hiding his injury) Lucifer thinks it only makes sense he have some protection out in public. So he creates the little dog-like monster to guard Alastor from these increased threats.

The gift... doesn't go over well. Alastor can't see it as anything but an insult, to his power, to his pride, to his independence. The fact that it's shaped like a dog doesn't help matters. To be fair, Lucifer didn't know Alastor had a thing about dogs! He went with a dog-like creature so it would always be able to sniff Alastor out no matter how sneaky he was!

As a side benefit: it makes it easier to keep track of whatever scheming Alastor gets up to.

[thiamblogger]

i saw a post where someone said how todd probably blackmailed jeff at one point into helping him go on a holiday with the perry's

(this in which we pretend mr. perry is worthy of something..)

they added in the tags how knox got dragged on holiday despite his clear disinterested, how meeks and cam actually liked their family, how charlie was rich and wasn't passing up on holidays like his and how pitts just liked being alone during their time off...

anyways.

it got me thinking how their introduction with them and their parents really defined them as a character and how their relationship with their parents come to affect it.

we know how todd and neil's play out because we were given something to work with. we were introduced by neil carrying in one of the flags, him like knox not looking to happy - followed by his father silently nodding at him to stand up and recite the four pillars, except he already knew to do this (he's like a trained dog). todd one the other hand is introduced as his brother's brother, as the new kid, he is no more than a person in a mob, his parents forcing him to smile and include himself because it's what jeff would do (he's not jeff though - this creates a border between them, him never seeing himself as anything more either, never feeling like he could).

meeks and cam's interactions are subtle, yet we can see how comfortable they are, there's no reason to question. we see how they get along with their parents just fine and how they are justified in their relationship.. however cam (as much as we dislike him) is not quite as temperamental as todd, but not as out going as charlie - maybe his parents are unlike the others his safe space, he knows not more?

knox has to go to dinners, go where his father tells him, he's almost a shadow, his father wanting him to become what he is - not because they're poor like the perry's but because his father wants him too. perhaps his father's actions and status is the reason he acts so rational is because he sees how dramatic his father can be and how he gets aways with it.

pitts is pitts, we see nothing more and there's nothing about his future (as far as i recall?).

charlie is also a nothing more nothing less situation, his parents are nowhere to be seen or heard from other than the fact his to become a banker.

two situations two different outcomes.

pitts parents don't hover so he has become calm kept and nwanda a wild child.

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

Genuinely did not expect a serious response (or a response at all for that matter) to my mimic ask but I am glad that you gave one

It was nice to read about the whole machines doing what they're just programmed to do! I've been putting off reading the books but you've definitely convinced me to read them now. That is quite a spooky concept like you said and if that's the direction fnaf is going then awesome!

I've mostly been seeing just memes of the mimic so it was cool and refreshing to read all that info about them and how their creator affected them. Had no idea about all that stuff!

Here's the thing about the FNAF books that a lot of Youtubers Don't Tell you.

The Books take place in three Separate Continuities because there are THREE Series.

And this is how I understand it. Granted, this is all a theory, but I do have evidence to the games to back up these claims.

The Silver Eyes Trilogy: A series of books about Charlie and her Friends as teenagers (the victim of William Afton who goes on to be the Puppet in the games) These books take place in their own continuity divorced from Fazbear Frights and Tales of the Pizzaplex and the Games.... However... At this moment in time, they can really go either way to be confirmed by the games or not. They exist in this weird limbo where they can be proven or not proven. In a weird muddy area where they can either be a parallel, or they did actually happen as events. Take it with a grain of salt for World-building.... But they are entertaining stories... I am still in the process of reading the Twisted Ones. and it is highly possible that TECHNOLOGY exists from the Silver Eyes Trilogy in universe... Whether or not the story in these books is real or not.

Fazbear Frights Book Series: These are all fictional tales that people make up about Fazbear Entertainment. IN-UNIVERSE.

How can I say that so confidently?

We have stories where Men get pregnant with Springtrap, A Girl turns into a giant Bubblegummy monster, and a man cut off his face because a BaloonBoy told him to.

Fazbear Frights are where you see the most outlandish and crazy stories. Some are meant to serve as a parallel, but honestly, all of them are "Campy Goosebumps Horror" type of things.

And they have been Confirmed to be Fictional within it's own in-game universe:

This here is "Catch the Fetch" an arcade machine based on one of the earliest Fazbear Frights stories about an animatronic dog. Where the Protagonist of that Tale is named Greg.

So what does this mean? An easter Egg? Perhaps... But then you have things like this:

A lot of people forget that the first four games, and possibly onwards (given we don't know a lot about help wanted) Are all retconned to be "fabrications of actual stories"

Security Breach is littered with these arcade games, and they give a really clear indication of how all the "Fazbear Frights" Novels in their own universe... Are actual books (perhaps films) sold by Fazbear Entertainment to make fun of their gruesome past.

Which is why people say that stories in the books are so crazy and don't add to anything.

It's because Fazbear Entertainment just pumped out a lot of outlandish horror stories to cover the truth. You start telling stories about invisible ballerina dancers, and robots that steal your body parts to become human, and suddenly, a serial killer murdering children in a rabbit costume just sounds more silly now doesn't it?

The Fazbear Frights books, by admission, are fictional stories/legends/books/films in their own universe.

The Tales of the Pizzaplex:

THE TALES OF THE PIZZAPLEX BOOKS ARE 100% REAL AND HAVE HAPPENED BY ADMISSION OF IT'S OWN UNIVERSE

Every time something super strange or off the wall happens in the Pizzaplex books, either one or two things has happened:

"It was AR/VR the whole time"

"It took place in a different Pizzaplex Location that isn't the Pizzaplex Gregory visited."

"A robot was following it's job, and got decomissioned and evidence of said robot and attraction was purged from the Pizzaplex and reconstructed."

Don't get me wrong. The Tales Books are weird. There's still things in there that I can't really explain. (there was just one story where everyone got possessed by the virus and was trying to convince the protagonist to eat dirt.......Ignore responsibilities eat dirt. become worm. That one was just odd.)

But the Tales of the Pizzaplex seem to have actually happened... As we can see from this explanation of the canon events from the story called "Pressure"

The Fazbear Frights? The first four five nights at freddys? All urban legends and stories made by Fazbear Entertainment itself.

There is also a Character Called Steve Snodgrass in Tales of the Pizzaplex. Who was deemed as a "Scott Cawthon surrogate/parallel..." But here's the thing.

He wasn't a parallel.

He was one for one... Scott Cawthon in this universe!

The "indie developer who was commissioned by Fazbear Entertainment to make light of the tragic past" ....That was Steve Snodgrass.

We actually get details about how the first four Five Nights at Freddy's game series came to be within the confines of it's own universe.

We also get backstory about the Mimic, in excruciating details.

Who we know for a fact is well.. in the games:

(hello beautifal)

Oh.. and not to mention.. there is a story in the Tales books called GGY.... Where there is a very Sus Boy named Gregory, (referred to as Greg, but it's clearly our gregory from context clues) who appears to have a connection to Freddy, and gets the high score on every single arcade game.

And for a group project, he gives himself the codename Dr. Rabbit.

I wonder where Gregory could have gotten that name from?

The arcade games making fun of the tragic past by shrouding everything in a layer of ghost stories and bullshit.

Before all of this, I would have said that "the books are like an au of fnaf and don't matter"

And yes.

That was true... BUT AS OF THIS POINT in the Lore right now....

The Silver Eyes Trilogy: a weird limbo of factual/fictional. Take it or leave it. I feel like the technology and ideas presented are real, but I don't think the story actually happen or they exist in the Game Universe. As far as Silver Eyes are concerned... This is entirely it's own continuity.

The Fazbear Frights Books: The most outlandish and out there FNAF stories. That read like short Goosebumps Horror. In-Universe, it is admitted that these stories exist as stories in the FNAF-universe. They didn't actually happen, and only exist as ghost stories to muddle the truth.

Tales of the Pizzaplex: As of right now... These books I believe are based in the FNAF-universe Reality. Often tell stories of Robots doing their job, and accidently killing people due to programming issues. Lack of haunting, or really crazy things... The most crazy things happen in AR or VR or a different Pizzaplex that is not unlike our own. They often Describe Characters and events from the Pizzaplex that is ours as a one-for-one recreation... and I don't think things are meant to be a parallel or symbolize anything.... If you wanted to research FNAF lore... I think the Tales Books are the best place to start. Because of this moment... they are claiming to be canon to the games universe.

Again. You can take all this with a grain of salt. But Having Reading through the Silver Eyes, Most of Tales, and some Fazbear Frights stories. I do believe that this is what is happening with the books.

Three separate continuities.... three book series.

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Hey K - congrats once more on your milestone! I am so proud of you and like I said, I can't wait to participate so I thought I'd start with this for a 🍂 Gif blurbs because it has such warm colours, besides - I'm not sure if Tommy looks annoyed or annoying in this. Perhaps you can decide!

I hope you have fun!

xx Val

Thanks for sending in my first gif blurb request of the celebration, Val!! 🥰 I definitely agree with you on the coloring of it. I hope you enjoy - thanks always for the love!! ❤️

Want to help me celebrate hitting 2K followers?? Check out this post for the details - ends Oct. 8th!

A Tough Decision

Tommy Shelby

Warnings: none

Tensions have escalated after Tommy and (Y/N)’s eldest child asked a hard-hitting question.

A pin could have dropped and you would have heard it because of how silent it was in the living room of the Shelby family’s Watery Lane home. (Y/N) looked between her husband and son, hoping that one of them would speak soon.

After a few more painstaking moments of waiting, she exhaled a sigh and started the discussion: “I’m not sure if that’ll work for us, Henry,” she told the six year old boy.

“Why not, mum?” he immediately had his demand for an explanation ready.

“Because, love, that’s a lot of responsibility,” she tried to get it across to him.

“But I’m good with responsibility,” he insisted, “I promise I’ll go to see him every day. I’ll make sure he’s fed, has water, is brushed, and I’ll try to ride him as much as I can. I’ll help clean the stalls, and not only his, and I’ll make sure that he knows I love him,” he then went on about the duties he’d take up if he were to get a horse of his own. “Please, mum…I promise I’d take so much care of it,” he then sent her a pleading look.

(Y/N) looked at her child as she tried to formulate a response to his pitch. She hated that he’d gained his art of articulating words from his father. After a few moments of coming up blank, she looked to her husband. “Tommy,” she asked him for assistance, her eyes screaming ‘help me!’ as she looked at him.

Tommy didn’t answer right away because he was also thinking over what Henry had said. So instead of jumping in to his wife’s rescue, he let the tension build up a little more. He pursed his lips as he nodded his head from side to side, a nonverbal thing that he did to show that he was trying to think of how to word his response. He glanced over at (Y/N), and then down at Henry, before he finally gave his thoughts on the subject. “He’s made a rather convincing argument, (Y/N),” he stated, looking downward as he spoke because he knew the type of response his statement would warrant.

And a response it did warrant. “You’re kidding me…you’re on his side?” she asked him, her eyes widening as she took in his response.

“I am,” he doubled down on his answer, “taking care of an animal builds a great deal of character and a sense of responsibility,” he then explained his reasoning behind it.

“He’s only six though,” (Y/N) pointed out, hoping to appeal to Tommy’s desire to keep his family safe. Surely he wouldn’t allow his child to sit atop such a powerful animal by himself so soon.

“Dad started riding horses by himself at four though, mum,” Henry pointed out, clearly excited that his father had been on his side.

“He’s not wrong,” Tommy commented, tipping his head to the side again as he kept his gaze away from (Y/N)’s. At this point, he might turn to stone if he got caught up in it.

“Where will we put it?” (Y/N) voiced another potential roadblock, “our neighbors will most likely not want a horse standing outside their house.”

“We’ll stable it in Charlie’s yard…where all of our other horses are,” Tommy was quick with that answer too.

(Y/N) pursed her lips together as she thought about the entire situation. She really could not think of any other possible cons at the moment. Then she looked at Henry. Once glance at his puppy dog expression and she cracked. With a sigh, she dropped her head in a defeated manner. “I guess we’ll get you a horse then, Henry,” she told him as she looked back up, a smile now on her face.

“Really?!” Henry just about shouted with glee.

“Yes, really,” she nodded her head, “but you need to keep on top of everything you said you’d do. That horse is going to need seeing to every day,” she added, a stern tone in her voice.

“I will…I definitely will, mum. Oh, this is amazing!” he exclaimed with joy in his words as he reached over and hugged onto her tightly.

(Y/N) only smiled at his show of emotion before she looked over to Tommy. The smile on his face immediately left when he saw the look she was giving him. She wasn’t necessarily mad at him, but she was rather unhappy that he took their son’s side and laid on the persuasion. They were supposed to be a team against these kids…but in this case, she reckoned that they’d fare out pretty fine.

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Ja’Marr seeing Yoshi doing the griddy 😓 probably watching the game from his house

Also the first game he was so cute on the sideline talking to Yoshi after he got intercepted! 🥺

Ja'Marr being the one to tell him to hit the griddy in the first place is actually adorable 🥺

I loved seeing him coach up Yoshi on the sideline that first game. I feel like he's such a good mentor to the younger guys (even though he's only 23 himself!)* and is probably very proud of this guy's performance tonight! (perhaps he can help him refine his griddy a bit though)

*important edit: both yoshi and charlie jones are in fact older than ja'marr. but my point still stands. he's older in Football Years (which are like dog years).

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Alastor in wonderland Chapter Seven

As Alastor approached the quaint cottage, he could hear the faint murmur of female voices drifting from within. Curiosity piqued, he rapped lightly on the door, his heart pounding with anticipation.

Inside the cottage, Charlie and Vaggie were in the midst of their own dilemma. Charlie furrowed her brow in thought, pondering how to assist Alastor in returning to his realm, while Vaggie scoured the room in a frantic search for her missing gloves, her anxiety mounting with each passing moment.

The knock on the door sent a shiver down Vaggie's spine, her hand instinctively reaching for a harpoon as she approached cautiously. Charlie, however, moved to open the door, her curiosity outweighing her caution.

Charlie: "Who could that be?"

Vaggie: "I don't know, but be careful, Charlie. It could be dangerous."

As the door creaked open, Vaggie's defensive stance softened slightly, though she still held the harpoon at the ready. Alastor stood before them, his presence both unexpected and unwelcome.

Vaggie: "What do you want?"

Alastor: "I seek passage back to my realm. I have no time for games."

Vaggie's gaze narrowed as she regarded him warily, her grip tightening on the harpoon. But Charlie's compassionate nature prevailed, and she slowly lowered Vaggie's weapon, her eyes pleading for understanding.

Charlie: "We can help you, but you'll have to help us first."

Alastor hesitated, feeling a surge of indignation at being confronted by these mere mortals. But begrudgingly, he agreed to their terms, albeit with a hint of disdain.

Alastor: "Very well. But make it quick. I have no intention of lingering in this wretched place."

As Alastor searched for Vaggie's missing gloves, he stumbled upon a cookie jar adorned with the words "Eat Me." Ignoring the warning signs, he indulged in another cookie, oblivious to the consequences.

Alastor: "Hmm, 'Eat Me.' How peculiar. But perhaps a little indulgence won't hurt."

In an instant, Alastor found himself growing larger and larger until he was trapped inside the cottage, his limbs protruding awkwardly through windows and doors.

Vaggie's frustration reached its peak as she cursed in Spanish, her anger directed at the chaos unfolding before her. Charlie stood by her side, her heart heavy with concern for their unexpected guest.

Vaggie: "Maldición! This is a disaster! What do we do now, Charlie?"

Charlie: "We'll figure something out, Vaggie. We always do."

In a desperate attempt to free Alastor, Vaggie called upon an owl demon named Stolas, who summoned an imp named Blitzø to assist them. But their efforts only seemed to exacerbate the situation, causing further chaos and destruction.

Blitzø: "What in the bloody hell is going on here?"

Stolas: "We need to get him out of there, Blitzø. Now!"

As the chaos unfolded around him, Alastor frantically sought a solution to his predicament. His salvation came in the form of a humble carrot from the garden, which, when consumed, caused him to shrink to a mere three inches in size.

But as Alastor attempted to flee the scene, he found himself faced with a new danger – a gargantuan dog bearing down upon him with terrifying speed.

Alastor: "Oh dear, this is not good. Not good at all!"

With a scream of terror, Alastor darted away, his tiny form racing through the towering grass and flowers of Wonderland until he stumbled upon a mushroom, his exhaustion finally catching up to him as he drifted into a fitful sleep, unaware of the dreams that awaited him in the depths of his subconscious.

[cupoftaae]

Forever and a day (KTH x READER) series♡ meet the parents. chapter 4

Summary: your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. He knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision.

Genre: fwb. Roommates, friends to idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, the whole 9 yards tbh.

Pairing: taehyung x female!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni!!!)

word count: around 3.1k I believe

chapter warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, (theres a flashback) trigger warning for this bc kaito is a little manipulative. Mentions of adhd, medications. There’s a lot of hot and cold behavior between Tae and reader, as well as a fight towards the end. Sorry!

A/N another thanks to everyone whos been liking, reading and reblogging this story (along with my other drabbles). I know my page isnt huge or anything but I love writing and seeing all of the support really motivates me, so thank you :) I also got to sit down and really plan out the rest of my chapters with great detail, I think you guys are gonna like the upcoming chapters so stay tuned (lots of drama)

enjoyyy! (also, I plan to create a spotify playlist for this series!)

A week later.

Taehyung turned around from the stove to face his laptop, currently on the page of something he thought he would never see, a college. he scrolled before turning back to flip his pancake, ensuring he didn't burn it. Over the past week, youve been spending most days and nights over at Kaitos, so he's had more room to think about things.

He wants to become more serious with his art desire, and he wants to prove to not only you, but himself, that he can do big things. So here he is, signing up for local art classes at the college a few streets down. He checked the schedule really quick to make sure that nothing would overlap with the class dates, humming to himself when he realized his first class would be this Saturday morning, the same day his parents were coming for dinner. He sat back against the counter and looked down at Yeontan, who was waiting for bits of food to fall.

Dinner. He forgot all about that, good thing you wrote it on the calendar. would you still even be up for going?

He sat in thought, perhaps too much thought. Taehyung's head whipped around at the aroma of burnt pancakes. "shit!"

maybe he should sign up for a cooking class too?

You and Taehyung havent spoken too much since he word vomited his confessions at you last week. The longest conversation you both shared was 2 days ago when your period suddenly came and you asked tae to bring you to the store late at night because you had ran out of tampons.

there was no discussion about anything he had said to you though, as if there was a mutual agreement to drop it and move on.

he scooped his somewhat burned pancake and put it on the plate, cutting off the black part and managing to revive his breakfast, seeming content with his work. "Not too bad, huh?" he smiled and looked down at his dog, who seemed to assume the food was for him.

Once taehyung sat down at the kitchen counter, he went back to reviewing the art classes website when suddenly you walked in.

The boys eyes darted up to the door, watching you put your bag down and look at him.

"hey" he shyly waved, taking a bite of his food.

you smiled, "hi", making your way over to him and sniffing the air. "you burnt them" you couldn't help but laugh a little.

"listen, it wasnt as bad as last time, taste" taehyung held the fork out with a small bit of food on it, allowing you to try it. "hm" you hummed, nodding. "ok its not charred ill give you that"

He smiled and watched as you sit down and pick tannie up. "so did you have fun at kaitos?" he asked, trying to just have small talk with you.

you looked up at him, "uh yeah, I guess" you shrugged, remembering last night. "we watched sports and he explained the entire game to me like I was stupid and didnt play soccer for 7 years" you laughed and moved your head to get close to the puppy in your arms, allowing taehyung to notice the dark purple mark hidden just above your clavicle.

he nearly chokes on his food, drawing your attention to him. "are you okay?" he nods and clears his throat. clearly you two didn't just watch sports. "im good, just swallowed wrong" he took a sip of his water and tapped his foot, avoiding his eyes from you as he thought of something else to say considering this conversation has now outlasted any previous ones of the past 7 days.

"oh you know this Saturday is the um, the dinner with my parents?" you looked at his laptop, feeling your eyes burn onto him. "oh shit I forgot about that" you smiled and looked over at the calendar on the fridge. "I did too" he laughs.

"you dont have to go if you arent up for it" he mumbles, still unable to look at you. "oh im going, I havent seen them in so long, even if we left off on a bad note, Im still close with them and I think its important to go to the dinner" you spoke matter of factly.

He simply nodded and took another bite of food.

"what are you doing?" you nosily ask, trying to drag out the interaction considering the fact you had missed conversing with your best friend.

He watches you lean over to look at his laptop. "oh its just, something Im interested in doing." tae shrugged, embarrassed you saw the website.

"art classes?" you ask, "I didnt know you liked that type of thing?"

"yeah, Ive always kinda wanted to do it but never had the chance. I mine as well try it right?" he smiled shyly.

"I think thats good for you" you nod, patting his back. "getting out more and stuff, you are always working from home. Oh look, the class is at my college so we might run into each other" you joke and walk off to your room.

the feeling of your hand against his back causes him to tense up, still trying to wrap his head around what he saw. It couldn't have been a hickey, maybe it was something else, perhaps you got hurt, right? .

oh who is he kidding. Who gets hurt on the neck like that, it was a hickey no doubt. (a/n: looking at you namjoon)

why was he kinda upset about that? He respected your space and the fact you are dating kaito, and thats what people who are in love do, they kiss each other....and stuff. He shook his head and stood up, deciding to go for a walk outside to clear his head.

-

While Tae headed out, you stepped into the bathroom to shower. Staring back at your reflection as you removed your shirt, revealing the dark spots peppering you neck and chest, your mind was brought back to the night prior.

Kaito kissed along your jaw, his hand coming under your shirt to brush your bare skin. you two were watching a soccer game but somehow it turned into a make out session he decided to bring upstairs to his room.

he hummed and pressed his lips against yours, your hand in his hair. he began pushing himself so his body was between your legs, hand now reaching for the hem of your shirt. "hm" you mumbled and pushed him off a bit, making him sit back and look at you. "what?" he asked, out of breath.

its not like you havent had sex with kaito.....ok, no thats exactly it. Youve never had sex with him. The most you two have done was letting him finger you under the blanket while watching a movie, then in return, sucking his dick in the backseat of his car.

He was more than ready to move forward with you, but you for some reason weren't.

you sighed and shrugged, removing his hand from your shirt. Kaito looked back at you before sitting to the side and laying on his back. "do you not want to have sex with me or something?" he spoke up.

"no, no, no, I do!" you lied, suddenly feeling guilt.

"then whats your problem?" he sighed, "every time I start something you always shut it down."

"im sorry" you whisper.

"dont be sorry, just dont lead me on." he shook his head.

you sat for a moment, taking a deep breath before getting up and moving to straddle his waist, his eyes widened up at you.

"im just nervous...ive...never done it before" you lied again, trying to convince him otherwise.

"oh" he spoke, hands on your waist as he seemingly took interest in the thought of him being the one to take your virginity.

the last time you had sex was a few months ago with taehyung. you've never done it with anyone else, ever.

"you trust me, right?" he tilted his head

you scanned his face, nodding. "yeah...."

with that he returned his lips against yours

your fingers ran over your chest, tears brimming to your eyes as you began to quietly sob. It wasn't like you had not consented to it. It was a mutual thing, and he's your boyfriend for god sakes, so why did you feel so damn dirty?

you cried as you showered away your thoughts and tried to wash off the feeling of disgust but it just wouldn't go.

and maybe, just maybe, deep down

you knew why.

-

Once Saturday had approached, you waited for taehyung to get back home from his first art class, deciding that you both could use a quick grocery shopping trip, as well as stop by the clothing store considering tonight was the dinner with his parents and you needed an outfit.

You looked at the clock to see it was almost 12, why isnt he home yet if the class ended at 11:40?

you decided on cooking a small breakfast while you waited, something for Taehyung too because you just know he had not eaten prior before leaving, and would be hungry when he returned.

Content with preparing some bacon and toast with fruit, you placed the dish on the counter before turning and grabbing Taehyung's medication from the top cabinet. Along with eating, you also have to remind him to keep up with his meds, which he has been taking since he was 13 for his ADHD. Sometimes you believe he thinks he doesnt have it, and thats why he forgets to take it.

finally sitting down to eat, you open up your laptop and begin to type away at some homework you needed to catch up on. You had not spoken to kaito in person since Wednesday night, he asked you for coffee this morning but you made some excuse about feeling ill, which had not been a total lie. You were worried that he was going to expect this of you each time you both met up. You've never felt so wrong about something you had no reason to be ashamed of, and the worst part was, you couldn't even talk to him about it. Kaito would make it some big issue about you 'not liking him enough or some shit'. You just knew you needed your own space for a few days, and were grateful you had extra concealer to hide the past weeks evidence painted along your neck, which you hoped to God taehyung had not seen.

you were drawn out of your thoughts as you watched the door open, a cheery tae walking in.

"hi!" he smiled and walked over, eating a piece of fruit off your plate.

"hey" you spoke, looking at him. "so? how was it?"

"it was so fun!! look, I made this" he held up a small canvas with strokes of multicolored paint splashed across in an artistic way. you nodded, not fully understanding art, in the same sense he couldn't understand literature. you didn't get why paint thrown on a white base was pretty or poetic, but you let him have it.

"I like it tae, good job" you offered a smile as he held it out into your hands. "keep it!" he spoke, turning to go greet his dog.

you smiled to yourself and looked over it before turning around as well, "eat breakfast and take your meds please, I was wondering if it was possible that we could go shopping before we meet up with your parents?"

he nodded and walked over to the counter, following your orders. "yeah we can, they arent gonna be ready to pick us up until 7." he spoke, shoving bacon into his mouth.

"perfect".

-

"Tae we dont need those, we have so many bags of chips at home" you protested, slumping as you pushed the grocery cart isle through isle.

He looked at the bag of cheese puffs and walked fast to catch up to you, "ah ah ah, nope. these ones are spicy. see?" He shoved it close to your face.

"fine." you sighed, trying to find the stuff you guys actually needed, like milk, coffee creamer, and-

"Taehyung??"

what??

you both turned around to see a younger girl walking up behind you, she had short hair and was bundled up in a large jacket, which is something you mentally mocked considering it was almost April.

you've definitely never seen her before, you turn to taehyung, "who the fuc-"

"annie!" he smiled and bows politely, leaving you in shock as you watched the two interact.

"long time no see" the girl giggled, almost obnoxiously

"we just saw eachother a few hours ago" he spoke

"it was a joke, taehyung" she laughed again, peaking over his shoulder to look at me. in that moment I could have sworn I felt her cold eyes burning into my skin.

"Hello, who is this?" she smiled and tapped tae's arm.

"Oh, thats y/n. shes my roommate" tae grinned at you and returned his eyes back at Annie.

roommate? thats all? no best friend since we were in diapers? You think you know a guy.

"Hi, Im annie. Taehyung and I go way back, and by that I mean we just met today." she smirked, tae laughing and adding on "In art class"

"oh" you nodded, feeling awkward all of a sudden. "nice to meet you" you bowed and turned to your grocery list, trying to seem busy as they continued their talking.

"I really liked your art" tae murmured, "it really feels like it goes beyond the surface" you roll your eyes and turn back, watching them.

"oh that means so much, thank you." she blushed.

SHE BLUSHED?

"you know, I have a Instagram account for my art....if you wanna follow?" Annie looked up with hopeful eyes, which tae reacted to by pulling his phone out and receiving the username.

seriously....who is this bitch?

"not to interrupt, but I have to get shopping now, we still need to go to the clothing store." you spoke, only facing tae.

"ok" he smiled and said his goodbyes to the girl, waving like a little kid before he caught back up with you.

"shes nice-"

"yah im sure, can we hurry?" you cut him off, watching his eyebrows scrunch before nodding.

-

Taehyung fiddled with the nearby clothing racks while he waited for you to get out of the dressing room. He never liked to go shopping, but when he went with you he always found it somewhat amusing, unless it was clothes shopping.

He paced slowly before knocking on the door. "are you almost done" he whispered, eyes looking around at nearby people.

"tae" you breathed out, "for the 3rd time, I will be out in a few, be patient." you spoke, aggravated.

he pouted and finally sat on the bench, tapping his feet while playing a game on his phone.

once you opened the door, you couldn't help but giggle at the sight. Like a kid waiting for his mom, he was funny without even knowing it.

"ok, how does it look?" you asked, grabbing his attention to the light brown sweater paired with a black mini skirt. It wasn't too special but it was nice, and it looked professional.

Tae looked up, eyes tracing over you entirely before gathering his words to speak. "uh....wow, you look really good" he nodded and stood up.

"are you sure? the skirt isnt too short, right?"

somewhere in his mind he wanted to make a joke and tell you it wasn't short enough, but he decided against it.

he shook his head. "you look beautiful."

you looked at him looking at you through the mirror as a wave of chills ran through your body.

he came up and carefully felt the fabric of the sweater, the feeling of his hand on you immediately made you flinch and pull away.

ah yes, the thought of physical touch. Something which disgusted you recently.

He frowned and before he could respond you went back to change into your regular clothes so you could purchase and leave.

Once you two were in the car, Tae had offered to stop and get you something to eat, you declined politely while he got himself a sandwich.

You felt bad considering you probably made him feel like he did something wrong, he didn’t. Taehyung wasnt the problem, you were.

The two of you quietly brought in the groceries, setting them on the counter. You began to put things away as you felt taehyungs eyes watching you. “What?” You exhaled, opening the fridge without even turning to direct your voice to him.

“Are you ok?”

“Why wouldnt I be?”

He blinked a few times while his fingers absent mindendly began to pick at his lower lip.

“Don’t do that” you spoke, watching him tuck his hands behind his back.

“It’s nothing I’m just, always checking in. You are my....friend. And I want you to be ok” he spoke as if he was unsure.

You jokingly scoffed and shook your head. “I’m ok Tae, i promise” you turned to him finally and offered a fake smile, something he saw right through but decided against speaking on it.

You heard him sigh before he walked back to head to his room. “I’m gonna shower”

“Ok” you mumbled and finished unpacking the groceries before taking your clothes and heading to your own room.

-

The clock read 6:40, that meant you and taehyung had to be dressed and ready to go in 20 minutes.

Taehyung decided to just slip on a button up shirt and dress pants, it’s his parents and he doesn’t feel too keen on trying to impress the people who always tell him he’s making the wrong choices.

He brushed his hair, mentally noting how long it’s gotten since the last time he let you cut it. His bangs lightly framed against his face as he sprayed cologne on, leaving the room to knock at your door. “Almost ready? Mom texted, she will be here a few minutes early?” He walked over to the hall to grab his coat off the rack, returning to hear your answer.

“Im doing my makeup!” You responded, careful with the mascara wand because you didn’t want to get it on anything other than your lashes. You quickly brushed your hair, clipping your bangs to the side while fluffing up the ends. You look over yourself, praising yourself for making the right clothing decision, it matched perfectly with your lipstick. You sprayed perfume on, the aroma filling your bathroom as you slipped a pair of small black heels on, making your way to the living room.

You had left your phone out on the kitchen counter while you got ready, something taehyung noticed when he stepping into the kitchen to fill Yeontans water bowl.

Your screen suddenly lit up with a text from kaito:

Kai: hey, still feeling sick? My sister made soup and if you want I can run by and drop some off. If it��s ok i might leave it at the door, i dont really care to run into taehyung.

Taehyung scrunched his nose, scoffing and moving closer to your phone. He was highly confused by the text, turning around and finishing his task.

“Im readyyy” you sung and hopped into the kitchen. Taehyung almost dropped the water bowl right onto the floor.

There you were, black tights , miniskirt, hair curled, all put together with red lipstick.

He swallowed hard, clearing his throat before speaking. “Well then.....”

“Do I look good?” You asked, looking down at your outfit.

“You look even more beautiful than you did in the store today” he looked at the bowl as he tried to speak nonchalantly, despite the fact his heart was racing.

How’s he supposed to suppress his feelings when you are standing there looking like THAT

“You look very handsome, Tae. You always do” you nodded, hoping he didn’t see the way your cheeks burned with blush.

You didn’t always get complimented, it wasn’t like you tried to fish for it either, but considering you have to pull a single “you look nice” out of your boyfriend when taehyung gives them for free is kind of ridiculous.

“Do I?” He teased

“Mhm” you smiled and brushed your hand through his hair quickly. “I like when you don’t use gel, the fluffy look is cute” you laughed and walked towards the door as taehyung put yeontan in his play gate.

He grinned to himself, knowing he will never use that gel again.

-

Once you two stepped out into the hall, he walked up to you and itched the back of his head.

“So, not to pry or anything, but your phone was left on the counter and I saw that um...kaito texted. He mentioned something about you being sick?”

Your eyes shot wide open, pulling your phone from your purse to look at the said message.

“If you weren’t feeling good you didn’t have to come” He shyly spoke, watching as you waved your hand at him.

“Tae, i lied” you smile, “I just wasn’t up for hanging out with him today.” You add.

“Oh....how come?”

You shrug, looking at him. “I don’t know.”

He looked down at his feet while you two made way towards the elevator. “Also, sorry that you saw him say that about you. He takes things super seriously” you scoff.

“It’s fine, It’s not my priority for him to like me” he spoke, pressing the button once you two stepped in. “Besides, Im the one who gets to hang with you today, so I win” he joked, allowing you to laugh softly and poke his arm.

It was nice to have some normalcy between you both, the past few weeks have been crazy and there’s been a lot of emotions, but it finally feels like things are getting back to the way they used to be.

“Ok so mom said her and dad would be right over here” he spoke as he looked at his phone, then looked up to the curb once you were outside. Your eyes peered around, there was no car yet.

“I guess we can just wait.” He put his phone away and looked around at the people on the street, something you began to join him in doing.

You both happened to catch someone dancing, making you both giggle. Your eyes then darted to an older couple crossing the street, arms linked sweetly. You nudged taes arm, grabbing his attention and whispering “look, it’s you and Annie in the future”

He immediately scoffed once he saw what you were referring to. “Ok I knew you were gonna make fun of me for that!” He whined and shyly walked away.

You began to laugh and ran up to him. “It’s not like that” he began. “Yet” you added on, watching him stop walking and turn to you.

“Ah i see...you are jealous.” He smirked.

“What?? No!! Im not j-...why would you-...what!” You stutter, watching him begin to say something before a car horn knocks you both out of the conversation.

“Hello!!” You see taehyungs mother waving her hand out the window, his father in the drivers seat as they pulled up to the curb. You bowed immediately once you got close, greeting them.

“Hello Mr and Mrs. Kim, it’s been a while, I missed you” you spoke sweetly,

“Ah y/n! It’s nice to see you again sweetheart” his mother kindly spoke

“Hi mom, dad.” Taehyung mumbled, his previously cocky state taking a more shy one.

“My son” his mom gripped his face and squished his cheeks. “Still chubby, good. You are finally eating more”

“Stop” he whispered, checking out of the corner of his eye to make sure you weren’t watching, glad you had been conversing with his father in that moment.

“Ok let’s go!” She cheered, ushering you both into the back seat before telling her husband what restaurant to go to.

they had initially wanted to come over so you could cook for them, but taehyung suggested a newer French restaurant nearby he swore they needed to try. You laughed at his obvious attempt to impress them.

The two of you squished together in the back seat, moving your body closer to the window as the air suddenly left the car. “You look lovely, y/n” taes father complimented. “Thank you Mr.Kim! You and your wife look very nice as well”

“How’s college, dear?” You turned your attention to his mom, who wasted no time digging into details about your life.

“Uhm it’s okay, lots of classes” you smile, watching her nod. “Still majoring in theatre?”

“Of course”

She clicked her tongue playfully, choosing to not make a comment against your choice of career...or lack of.

You silently praise the fact the drive to the restaurant was quick, allowing you time to climb out and avoid the conversation.

“This place is nice” you whisper to Tae, watching him nod. “We don’t belong here” you chuckled, making him laugh as well.

Taehyungs parents join arms before stepping in, Tae moving beside you to mimic their movement, making you blush lightly.

The waiter quickly checks your reservations and moves you to a relatively quiet room with a table by the window, just how you liked.

Once you had all sat and ordered your dishes, the room for conversations opened up.

“Your Hair is getting too long taehyung, why don’t you trim it” his father mentioned as he sipped his wine.

“Ah I know, i usually let y/n trim, but she’s been busy.” He teased, looking at you.

“Busy? With what? Certainly not a job” his mother mumbles as he takes her jacket off and sets it to the side.

“Mom...” he whispered, embarrassed for the way his Parents feel like they can talk about you as if you are their own child.

“Im just out and about, i have school and I’m with my boyfriend a lot” you spoke up

His moms head turned up as you talked, seeming suddenly interested.

“Boyfriend?” She laughed

“Mhm” you nodded

She turned to her husband and raised her eyebrows, both sharing a confused glance.

“What?” Taehyung asks, following their exchange

“Oh it’s nothing, we just...” she shrugged at her son, turning her attention back to you. “We had dinner with your parents a few days ago and we were discussing you both”

“Okay...” you half smiled, wondering what your own parents had said about you.

“And we just talked about like the pictures you guys post online...and we assumed, well, more like got the impression, that you two were together?” His mom admits.

You and taehyung both look blankly at them, silent staring before turning to eachother.

“It’s not a bad thing, your parents and us always said you would both end up together” his father laughed.

“Right, so Im suprised you are dating someone else” his mom inquired

“Starting the night off strong I see” you whispered to yourself, growing embarrassed at this conversation.

The older woman continued to ask questions. “Is it a serious relationship? Doesn’t he care you are living with another man?”

You took a sip of your water, clearing your throat. “Well...we’ve only been together for a little while, and yeah he does but not too muc-“

“It won’t last” his father cuts in casually, “young relationships like that come and go”

You didn’t know what else to do but nod and shove a piece of bread into your mouth.

His mother sighed and took a sip of her wine, “Ah your mother and father will be disappointed at the news” she laughed lightly.

“It’s not disappointing, you guys can’t just assume things” Tae added, stepping up for you as you drowned yourself in gluten.

“Well it is disappointing. We are getting older and you know, we don’t visit as much. I’m reaching the age where I’m ready to be a grandma” his mom adds, making you choke on your food.

“Are you ok?” His father asks, watching you chug your water more.

“Yup! So good! So ok!”

Taehyung seems embarrassed himself, you felt bad for him too. “Mom, y/n and I are just friends and we always have been, there is nothing like that in our future” he brushed off the pain in his chest as he defended you.

You looked at Tae for a moment before looking down and playing with your napkin.

“Sad” she responded, looking up as the waiter came over, delivering the food to each person.

“Thank you” you spoke, finally happy that your pasta had arrived. Tae laughed to himself, of course you’d get pasta at a French restaurant.

It remained quiet for the first few minutes while you all indulged in your meals.

Taehyung looked up from his plate, trying to find something to say.

“Hows everything for you guys? Everyone at home all good?” He asked softly, taking a sip of his Diet Coke.

His mother nodded, “everything is good, your father and I redid the kitchen, and we even cleared out the attic, turning it into a guest room”

“Oh that’s nice” he smiled.

“So you guys can come visit if you ever wanted to” his father added, making you smile.

“Yes that sounds fun” you replied “it’ll be hard to plan something with mr workaholic over here” you joke, nudging Tae.

“Speaking of that, how is work?” His father asks, taking a bite of his dish.

“It’s going well, I mostly work from home, but I’m doing extra hours next week so..” he nodded.

“Working from home? That must be nice, i dont see why you can’t take some college classes from home at least”

You sigh at the conversation once again taking another rude turn. You love the kims, but it’s impossible to talk to them.

“Actually, he is taking a college course” you smile, Turing to Tae to see a mortified expression.“What?” His mother perks up.

“He just did his first class today, it’s an art class, you know, painting and stuff” you smile sincerely. “Art....” his father snickers. You felt taehyungs leg kick against yours, obviously this wasn’t something he wanted to be said. You instantly regretted trying to make him look good the moment his mother commented.

“Ah taehyung you go through life thinking your doing good things but where will an art class get you huh? I worry about you so much...” she sighed and put her fork down.

“When will you take your life seriously? You are 23! I had a kid at your age and was married” She added on, taehyung now scraping his fork against a piece of meat as he avoided eye contact.

This is almost identical to the last time we had all met up, when Tae dropped the bomb of dropping out of college. You hoped this time would be better, but unfortunately, thanks to you, it is possibly even worse.

“It’s just for fun....” you mumble, turning your eyes to see Tae looking at his shoes, tears at the brim of his eyes while he has yet to speak.

“Thats the problem y/n, his whole life is fun, no work, no discipline. And I can’t say different for you.” His father spoke,

“I mean who goes to college and decides to do something as risky as theatre? Unless you plan on being an award winning actress it’s going to get you nowhere.” He sighed, “you two live in fantasy world”

“It’s time to grow up” his mother added, finishing her food.

You felt a hole in your stomach, it was guilt, pure guilt. You didn’t mean to ignite this, not here and not now, when we were supposed to be having fun.

Taehyung shook his head and laughed, taking your glass of wine and gulping it down in a few sips, his face scrunching up before standing and exiting outside. You watch as he goes, standing to grab the left behind jacket and phone. “You’re just going to leave?” His mother questioned, making you shrug. “This wasn’t how dinner was supposed to go, i apologize” you mumble, “we will meet up again before you guys head home, ok?” You add, chasing after taehyung.

You find him outside of the restaurant, sitting a few steps away on a staircase.

“Tae...”

You walk closer, standing in front of him.

“I thought you quit” you speak quietly, gesturing towards the cigarette in his mouth.

He doesn’t reply, rather simply glares at you before turning his head and exhailing the smoke. “Look Im sorry, I didn’t mean to expose anything, I feel awful” you reach to put your hand on his shoulder, he shudders and scooches away. “You have a way of making me look like a fool, y/n” he smiles, looking at the cars driving by.

You breathe, watching him articulate his thoughts. “You think I’m incapable of reading books you like” he began to list. “You think that my job is dumb, you think the art class is stupid.” He laughed to himself and shook his head. “You think I’m a complete loser and could never possibly understand what it takes to be smart or successful”

“Thats not fucking true taehyung, stop it” you mutter, feeling like you were slapped. “See, you are doing it right now. You feel like you need to tell me how to act, how to feel. You embarrass me and make me the fool” he began to wipe at his cheek, standing up and walking past you as he spoke.

“You and Kaito must have a blast making fun of how dumb I am” he smiled and exhaled more smoke, looking at you. “You are acting immature, it’s not funny” you spoke sternly. “Oh but it is funny, y/n, because I don’t care anymore. I don’t care about trying so hard to impress you, or being smart like you, or impressing my own parents” he stopped in his tracks as you glared at him.

“You focus on your little life, ok? Focus on college, focus on eventually graduating, focus on your friends, kaito, and hiding hickies because that’s what you do best apparently” he scoffed and put out his cigarette, grabbing the jacket from your hands and walking towards the direction of your apartment.

You are left in nothing but shock, once again, as he leaves you in a speechless position. You take back what you said earlier about you both returning to normalcy, because apparently you take one step forward and 20 fucking steps back with each day that passes. You couldn’t help but wipe the tears that fell from your eyes as you began to walk back to the apartment as well, taehyung now out of your vision completely.

Everything recently in your life has gone so down hill, and you can’t blame anyone else but yourself. Word of advice for anyone listening: don’t live with your best friend then decide to add benefits and grow super attached, break said situation while also pursuing a new relationship with someone else.

It will fuck you up.

A/N: whew.....

@turnthepageandbeburnt @taebangtanbabe @kthstrawberryshortcake-main

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Colors by Will Carroll.

When I was a kid, I would often attempt to draw my own Peanuts comics, but I just couldn’t nail Charles Schulz’s art style and writing style. Even now decades later I still don’t think I’ve nailed it. There’s something so simple, yet bizarrely complex about the way he drew, the way he wrote. What on the outside looked to be a simple comic about a bunch of kids and a dog sleeping on his roof is under the surface a commentary about human nature, society, failure, and how one often escapes into their imagination.

Many people state that Schulz was Charlie Brown, and to a certain extent they’re right, however Schulz put a little bit of himself into all of his characters. He had the philosophy of Linus, the love of classical music of Schroder, the sportsmanship of Peppermint Patty, the crabbiness of Lucy, and of course the imagination of Snoopy.

Snoopy is for the most part a happy character and is often seen succeeding where his owner fails, but at the same time he’s not without his struggles. In many a strip he rants about the fact that his life as a dog is rather dull and often pretends to be something else, whether it be a buzzard, a snake, an astronaut, or World War I flying ace, and even in his imagination he isn’t guaranteed success as he was never able to defeat his arch nemesis the Red Baron.

There is also the fact that much like Charlie Brown, Snoopy has dealt with failure, specifically when it comes to becoming a successful author. He pours his effort and heart into every word on the page, only to be greeted with rejection from the publishers (in one special he was even told in a letter “Give up! You are a terrible writer! Why do you bother us?”). Snoopy often brushes these rejections aside and goes back to writing soon after, but at some point I couldn’t help but wonder, would being rejected so many times ever get to him?

That’s where the idea of this tribute came from, thus finding the connection between Snoopy and Charlie Brown. Both are seen struggling with failure in their lives (though obviously old Chuck gets the worst of it), but both deciding to move forward despite failing and try again. They have both lost multiple times, but they’re not losers. Perhaps that’s what Charles Schulz wanted to communicate to his readers, life is cruel, life is tough, and life can often be unfair, but loosing doesn’t make you a looser, you’re only a looser if you stop trying. After all, he failed and was rejected by a news paper syndicate in 1949 and one year later he ended up creating the most famous comic strip of all time.

I could go on forever talking about Charles Schulz and how his work inspired me, my favorite strips, my favorite characters, my favorite specials, but I think I’ll just end things with a quote from the final Peanuts strip that truly says it all;

“Charlie Brown, Snoopy, Linus, Lucy... How can I ever forget them...”

[aishangotome]

Main Story Chapter 18-05: Among All of Nature (在萬物之中) | Light  and Night 光與夜之戀

Chapter 18-03

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Today is Sunday, and most expert clinics at Guangqi City's First People's Hospital are closed. After noon, the crowd gradually thins out.

In the corridor, a nurse rushes by and nods at me.

Nurse: Miss Fiancée, you're here again? When will Dr. Zha be back at work?

You: He should be done soon, it won't be long.

Nurse: That's great. There have been a lot of patients recently, and I see Director He is so busy he's dizzy.

After Sun Taizhong's death, Dr. He became the director of the burn department. Charlie's patients were smoothly taken over by his colleagues, and the aftermath of the case gradually dissipated.

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I push open the door, and the room is as bright as ever. Perhaps like attracts like, the dazzling Charlie has a considerable obsession with sunbathing and admiring his handsome figure in the light.

I open the window for ventilation, put down my bag, and wipe away a little dust from the edge.

Charlie is not wanted by society. To make it easier for him to return to work in the future, Dr. He made up an excuse that he went to another place to provide medical assistance.

And my coming and going is naturally regarded as a meticulous fiancée occasionally helping her fiancé maintain a clean office environment.

I tear off a few more old calendars, it has become a habit.

You: It seems... they're not wrong.

You: After Charlie comes back, should I blackmail him for a cleaning fee?

I sit in the swivel chair, thinking wildly.

The wiretap plan should be going well. Since then, bouquets of flowers have often been sent, sometimes placed at the front desk of Wan Zhen, sometimes at the door of my house.

Different bouquets, but all with cards bearing my name. Occasionally there are a few graffiti expressions on the card, which are obviously from Charlie's handwriting.

Gradually, I figured out the corresponding pattern, even without graffiti, I can guess his situation based on the type of flowers.

Next to the rose often stands a little man crying with his heart in his arms, which means he misses me very much.

The lavender Eustoma is wrinkled into a ball. Charlie only drew the corners of the little man's mouth once, and then, as if trying to save face, he never drew it again.

This is the flower he chooses when things are not going well for him. I sincerely hope that he will choose it less often.

There is also one, which is not exactly a "flower," but a dog's tail grass wrapped in rough paper.

It represents a little man with his head held high, a proud Charlie.

You: I didn't expect him to send dog's tail grass...

At first, I was a little surprised when I held it in my hand, but when I thought of his loose coat and unchanged behavior, I felt it was very suitable.

It can grow anywhere, and it grows densely anywhere.

I poured some water into the empty vase on the table and took out a bunch of fluffy dog's tail grass from my bag and put it in.

Although the bouquets established a connection between the two, it has been a long time since they actually met and talked.

I poke the bright green plant in front of me, and the fine hairs on the edge sway gently, reminding me of the few strands of hair on top of Charlie's head that take a lot of effort to press down.

You: I have a hunch that the final victory must belong to Dr. Zha.

You: But, don't try too hard.

Treating it as Charlie, I gave a few more instructions, closed the window, and left.

The office welcomed a moment of silence, but only a moment.

...

A few minutes later, the door suddenly opened, and a man stepped into the room, his face mostly covered by a mask and hood.

He didn't stop, but strode forward with his long legs, walking through the small office in just a few steps, and finally sat down on the chair.

???: As expected, this place makes me feel most relaxed.

Dr. He walked in behind the man, shook his head helplessly, and closed the door.

Doctor He: Your outfit doesn't make me feel relaxed.

Charlie: Don't mind it.

Charlie: I've shown my outstanding appearance too many times, and occasionally need to change my style.

Charlie tapped his heels on the ground, and deftly turned the chair around, but his back remained straight and tense.

Dr. He saw it, but didn't say anything, and just handed him the file bag in his hand.

Dr. He: This is what you mentioned on the phone.

Dr. He: The blood tests, ultrasounds, and all available reports for patients who have used DEA in clinical trials during this period are all here.

Charlie: Thank you.

Charlie stopped talking and his expression became calm. He flipped through the pages quickly, as if those numbers would be imprinted in his mind with just a glance.

The first few pages showed no problems until his fingertips stopped on a certain page. It was an electrocardiogram test report.

Charlie: Lao He, what happened to the patient with bradycardia afterwards?

Dr. He: The patient's family said that he usually had similar symptoms, such as dizziness, fatigue, and irregular heartbeat.

Dr. He: After stopping the medication, we found that this was indeed the case, but the symptoms were milder than when he was taking the medication.

Dr. He: Considering that DEA is a psychotropic drug, the hospital considered it a normal side effect.

Charlie nodded and continued reading. The last page was also turned over, and he found nothing else.

Charlie: Are there any discrepancies between the conditions of other patients after taking the medication and the reports?

Dr. He: Are you worried that the report has been tampered with?

Charlie didn't say anything, which meant he agreed. Dr. He thought carefully.

Dr. He: I don't know the condition of all the patients. But there should be no discrepancies in the burn department.

Dr. He: Charlie, what's wrong? Is there a problem with DEA?

Charlie: On the contrary, it will be officially approved next week.

Dr. He was stunned for a moment.

Dr. He: So suddenly? The hospital hasn't received this news yet, where did you hear it from?

Charlie: From a meeting of the Food and Drug Administration.

The old man seemed to have some doubts about this. Charlie deliberately ignored his expression and just continued.

Charlie: The approval went smoothly, the ingredient testing was fine, and the clinical data provided by the First People's Hospital was also quite complete.

Charlie: The price is about half of similar drugs.

Dr. He: If I remember correctly, the press conference mentioned the research and development and manufacturing costs of DEA, which was a very exaggerated figure.

Charlie gave a sarcastic smile.

Charlie: Not only that, my father also held a private meeting, and the participants included representatives from major hospitals in Guangqi City.

Charlie: At the meeting, he proposed that NOVATEN provide further subsidies to hospitals and patients.

Charlie: Every hospital willing to promote DEA will receive a medical fund.

Charlie: And every patient who uses DEA, after receiving the subsidy, only needs to bear 10% of the price.

Dr. He frowned. Not long ago, he participated in an internal meeting of the First People's Hospital, and the financial deficit exposed at the meeting was far more serious than expected.

Dr. He: In the past two years, including us, many hospitals, large and small, have been in a difficult situation, basically unable to make ends meet.

Dr. He: These conditions are very tempting.

Charlie: And for patients, an already low price, and also able to be "reimbursed" 90%, is equivalent to no burden.

The two looked at each other, knowing that under such a strategy, the selling price of DEA would definitely not be able to cover the cost.

Charlie threw the report on the table. After saying this, he seemed to relax a lot, leaning back on the chair, and the chair slid back a bit.

Charlie: When did the old man become a philanthropist?

Charlie: Lao He, do you believe it?

Charlie: Anyway, I don't really believe that NOVATEN launched DEA for no other purpose than to give back to society.

Dr. He: Then do you have any clues about his thoughts?

Charlie: No. In the past few years, I have doubted him, but I almost never investigated it to the end.

Charlie's gaze became distant, and the next second he returned to the present. He answered very simply.

Charlie: This is a loophole that needs time to fill.

Dr. He silently looked at Charlie. During this period of time, his halfway disciple seemed to have changed a lot from before. Before he had time to think about it, Charlie spoke again.

Charlie: But I have a hunch, that patient with bradycardia...

Charlie: The drug will affect patients with similar underlying diseases. This is a side effect that can be easily tested.

Charlie: But DEA claims to be widely applicable, and did not mention this at all.

Dr. He put his hands behind his back and paced slowly in the office. He walked to the window, looked at the sunshine outside, and when he turned back, his face was serious.

Dr. He: I have no right to interfere with the prescriptions of other departments, but in the burn department, I can choose not to prescribe DEA to patients.

Charlie: Lao He, do you trust me that much?

Charlie raised his eyes, with a faint smile in them, but soon he shook his head self-deprecatingly.

Charlie: This is just my guess, there is no evidence to support it.

Charlie: Looking at the report, DEA is indeed the psychotropic drug with the least side effects and the most significant effect at present.

Charlie: And there's the money--

Charlie: In my years as a doctor, I know that even saving a little on medical expenses is very important for some patients.

Charlie analyzed one by one, he was still searching, still thinking about whether he had missed anything that needed to be considered. Dr. He patted his shoulder.

Dr. He: Charlie, sometimes being too rational is not a good thing.

Charlie: When we were in school, we were taught that being too emotional wouldn't make a good doctor. Why is it the other way around now?

Dr. He looked into Charlie's eyes, and he suspected again that he was wrong. When he first met this young man, his eyes were like this, they hadn't changed.

It's just that there's something chasing him. This makes him want to be more and more foolproof, but also more and more restrained.

Dr. He: Not being too emotional means not letting doctors accumulate pressure because of the life and death situations in the ward.

Dr. He: But you, the result of rational thinking is still to keep the pressure on yourself, isn't that the same thing?

Charlie smiled but didn't answer. Dr. He sighed, took out a piece of paper, wrote a few words and a string of numbers, and handed it to Charlie.

Charlie: Drug Safety Assurance Association?

Dr. He: It's a non-governmental organization that was quite active three or four years ago.

Dr. He: They have repeatedly sent letters to various hospitals, requesting more detailed trials on some new drugs that have been approved.

Dr. He: They said they found cases of those drugs causing sequelae.

Dr. He: Of course, the hospital will not take care of these matters, they are all sent back to the pharmaceutical companies, and let the pharmaceutical companies investigate.

Charlie: Well, what about the results of the investigation?

Dr. He: The result is that there is no news.

Charlie curled his knuckles and tapped the table thoughtfully.

Charlie: Not surprising.

Dr. He: There has been no news from them for a while, but I still keep this phone number.

Although the possibility is very small, since they are paying attention to new drugs, maybe DEA...

Charlie let out a soft "hmm," carefully folded the note, put it in his coat pocket, his eyes solemn.

Charlie: Thank you.

Dr. He: If you have any news, just let me know, and I will help as much as I can.

Charlie was a little surprised. He still remembered the old man's expression when he talked about his wife and children, and that he said he didn't care about the truth.

Charlie: Lao He, this is muddy water, you said you wouldn't wade into it.

Dr. He touched the back of his head and smiled helplessly, his face seemed to be written with the words "Who told you to find trouble."

Dr. He: Charlie, I may have to prescribe a lot of DEA to patients in the future.

Dr. He: After all, I am a doctor. Even if I don't want to wade into muddy waters, I can't harm people unknowingly.

Charlie lowered his eyes, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Somehow, his voice was a little hoarse.

Charlie: When I was with my fiancée, she taught me a truth.

Charlie: Don't underestimate the power of others, and don't underestimate the determination of others, otherwise it will hurt them.

Dr. He: She taught you right, listen to her more.

Charlie: Okay.

Dr. He: You have to be careful yourself. A few days ago, your father came to the hospital a few times, but he didn't ask about you.

Charlie's movements paused, but then he stretched as if he didn't care.

Charlie: It should be because my eavesdropping on the Food and Drug Administration meeting was discovered.

Charlie: No wonder there was only noise in the receiver after that.

Dr. He seemed to be choked by something, his eyes widened slightly, and he turned to the side and coughed a few times.

Dr. He: This is too risky.

Charlie: It can be a little more risky, now it's time to let time catch up with me.

Charlie stood up, pulled out a dog's tail grass from the vase, bent it gently a few times, and carefully put it in the pocket on the front of his shirt.

Slender fingers lifted the edge of the sunglasses, revealing a line of deep purple eyes, sharp and bright inside.

Charlie: Otherwise, my fiancée will be impatient.

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NOVATEN Pharmaceutical Building.

Zha Zhao Peng stood with his back to the massive window. His wife had loved the twilight glow. Even though she was gone, he still made it a habit to incorporate floor-to-ceiling windows wherever possible.

At this moment, he wasn't admiring the sunset. Instead, his gaze was fixed on the shattered black chip lying on his otherwise empty desk.

Zha Zhao Peng: Ji Xiu, Charlie bugged me.

The elderly man in a black tailcoat lowered his head and answered in a deep voice.

Uncle Ji: It seems so, sir.

Zha Zhao Peng: Did you know about it?

Uncle Ji: No.

Zha Zhao Peng: What about his fiancée, Miss Y/N Do you think she was involved?

Uncle Ji: I cannot say.

Zha Zhao Peng's eyes darkened, but the corners of his mouth lifted, and then he burst into laughter.

Zha Zhao Peng: What a pity. I thought Charlie was close to you.

Zha Zhao Peng: When he was six, there was a time when he preferred Uncle Ji's bedtime stories to his father's.

Zha Zhao Peng: And he told me that preference quite bluntly.

Zha Zhao Peng: That's my son. He doesn't lie, not one bit.

Uncle Ji: I watched the young master grow up, but I do not forget that it was you who employed me.

Zha Zhao Peng seemed disappointed by this answer and waved his hand dismissively.

Zha Zhao Peng: Two bugs. It's a childish and clumsy trick, but effective. I have to admit I was fooled.

He sighed and abruptly changed the subject.

Zha Zhao Peng: What's the word from the police?

Uncle Ji: The police are under pressure from the Lian Shan Society and are ready to close the case.

Uncle Ji: Chief Liao asks if we should issue a warrant for the young master under a different charge.

Zha Zhao Peng: Absolutely not.

Zha Zhao Peng's voice was sharp, like a venomous snake whose territory had been violated.

Zha Zhao Peng: Charlie did want to kill Sun Taizhong, so I issued a warrant for him.

Zha Zhao Peng: But why would I let others torment my son, an increasingly proud and good child, with fabricated charges?

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Chapter 18-07

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File; Abbott, Charlie

      It was the first week of basic training. The army had been a shock to his system, the early starts and shit food weeding out the weak. Three had already packed it in. Couldn’t take the push-ups in the pissing rain. The embarrassment they were put through upon leaving was enough to make Sebastian persevere. There was no fucking way anyone was calling him a pussy. Still, it was difficult. Every day was exhausting - It wasn’t helped by the lack of sleep. He was finding it difficult to share the barracks with so many other people. Half of them snored and the rest were either crying or talking in their sleep. He was starting to feel like there was nothing positive about the whole experience. Then he met Charlie Abbott. 

        In the beginning they hadn’t really seen eye to eye. They were competitive with each other. Both wanted to be the best. Over time it changed. It took a while but eventually there was a realisation that perhaps their disagreements in the beginning had been more rooted in sexual tension than they’d been willing to admit. It started casually. An agreement that that’s all it would be. A release of tension. Sneaking a quick ten minutes whenever they could, both emerging afterwards flushed and smiling but going their separate ways. No-one could ever know. It was a secret affair that would’ve been detrimental if it’d been found out. 

        Eventually though the ten minutes turned into twenty minutes. Then to half an hour. Soon, they were spending all of their time together, everyone assuming that they were just best friends, bonded together by this shared experience. The subtle touches went unseen, the nudges underneath the table and the cheeky winks serving as their own secret language. It was at the point where their time alone now wasn’t solely for sex. They’d just sit there, talking, holding hands, kissing - For all intents and purposes, they were a couple. It was never really said, both afraid that the feelings wouldn’t be reciprocated. Too stubborn to see the situation for what it was. When they were allowed off the base they’d flirt with new people, inciting jealousy in the other. The flirting didn’t matter, they always went home with each other. 

         It took Sebastian being shot for the feelings to be spoken out loud. It was only a graze, nothing serious, but it’d been enough for the both of them to whisper out in a rushed panic “I love you” - “I love you too”. 

         They were together for years, eventually reaching a point where suggestions were being thrown around about buying a house and spending their lives with each other. Maybe they’d get a dog. And travel. See the world through eyes that weren’t the lens of the military. They were well respected and established in the army - Charlie knew how to handle Sebastian, talking him down when he was angry and lifting him up when the moods hit. They bolstered each other, no matter how difficult things got, it was them against the world. They believed that nothing could change that. 

They were wrong. 

The explosion came first. Truck rigged with a bomb. Sebastian can still remember the screams. Charlie’s voice was torn and raspy as it split through the air.  They’d been ambushed. 

Eyes had frantically looked through the scope of his rifle, trying to spot Charlie in the street below. “The fucking smoke - I can’t - CHAR -” He didn’t give a fuck who heard. He needed to find him. All attempts to get up were stopped, fellow squad members holding him down. “You’ll be fucking killed if you stand up, Moran.” Eventually he ceased, hot tears blinding his eyes as he sobbed into the dirt. 

To this day he doesn’t know what happened to Charlie. He didn’t have the courage to look it up. Couldn’t bear to see the little cross beside his name. Very soon after, he was kicked out of the army. A combination of drinking, grief and Charlie not being there to calm him down meant that he’d taken it out on a new recruit. Practically split his head in two, the guy was lucky to survive. 

Sebastian landed back in London with nothing, only a bad reputation and a few photos. 

He doesn’t talk about Charlie aloud. Won’t mention his name. Even after all these years, it’s still too painful. Sometimes though, when he’s alone, he takes out the photographs and allows himself to think back. He thinks back to the cheeky banter, the flirty smiles, and thanks every little decision in life that brought him to those few years of happiness with Charlie Abbott.

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Major General Robert “Bob” Behler

The General entered the Air Force in 1972 as a distinguished graduate of the Air Force Reserve Officer Training Corps program. He is a magna cum laude graduate of the College of Engineering. He is a command pilot with over 5,000 flying hours in 65 aircraft types, including the SR-71 and U-2. He has impeccable credentials as a former fighter pilot, test pilot, engineer and most importantly, a former SR 71 pilot. Bob puts a little things into the book that no one else would really know such as, “I’m down to my last shot of.”TEB” and using Blackbird diplomacy as a distraction.(sonic booms)

General Behler helped with the information in the recently released fictional book Tom Clancy “Weapons Grade” by Don Bentley.

I was excited while reading this book because the SR-71 is back in the air. Flying! Just as good as new. There are some computerized adjustments to the SR-71 backseat. The pilot’s cockpit remains analog. A difference is a table with a computerized tablet in the Pilots cockpit so that Bob can see what his backseater Charlie, is also seeing.

Charlie is not one of the Air Force esteemed former RSO’s’ but instead a mechanical engineering, computer whiz in his 20s who considers Bob a fossil..

They do bridge the generation gap together after one disaster after another happens at the speed of 2000 +miles an hour in the SR-71 this happens, when Bob (Snake) gives Charlie his handle( Cowboy).

Bob and Charlie are flying in formation with the Convair an unmanned aerial aircraft that can fly hypersonicy. A quote from the book”Tom Clancy Weapons Grade” by Don Bentley “The Habu’s air speed record has finally been broken. It was broken by the Corvair….We’re at Mach four and climbing to Mach five.” Bob was just fine with flying the Habu the way he had 30 years ago but as much as he wanted to pretend otherwise, Bob had become quite enamored with the tablet that displayed the imagery that Charlie was collecting. Why is the SR 71 Blackbird back in the sky? The SR-71 is flying chase after the Convair UCAV. Who else could try keep up with them?

This time around the Blackbird SR-71 is not the celebrity. That honor belong to the sleek black form that just shattered the air breathing speed record that stood for 50 years. However, ‘’That no man or woman will ever be, sitting in the cockpits to hear the thundering engines that drove the vehicle to the ragged edge of speed. This fact diminishes the glory. Because the Convair had no cockpits. Bob knew that he was lucky to be standing in this hangar with the Habu This beauty came together with slide rules, and number two pencils. As the story continues Colonel Buehler receives a phone call from the White House asking his opinion of the UCAV.( Unmanned combat aerial vehicle). The weapons system that the Corvar was trying to become would fill a new role in America’s arsenal. The President of the United States of America decides that he wants Bob to suit up and fly the Habu on one more mission. i’m not going to give away what happens next but I will give you an example of how beautifully Don Bentley writes.” Although the Blackbirds thick windows didn’t make for a great sightseeing Bob was only 200 feet from the Convair had no problem picking out its distinct shape. The UCAV Resembled nothing so much as an ethereal spirit,an ink blot rendered across a canvas of blue. Though he could see no difference in the vehicles flight profile as the onboard computer assumed control the aircraft felt different to Bob with live munitions and no human in the loop Convair seemed like an attack dog who’s leash had just been on unclipped”

I certainly enjoyed the book but please remember this is fiction. There are no SR- 71s flying anywhere. Perhaps in the future, though we may see a movie that re-create some of the magic that we all remember in the SR -71.

Written by Linda Sheffield

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