#it'll be more obvious in the next tape

[starboltz]

Since a new TADC teaser came out, I really wanted to do an analysis of this post by gooseworx.

To start off with, in the quick flash of new characters we see in the trailer, 3 of them are seen in the teaser image - those being the cowgirl ghost, the candy princess, and the bubble man. The only character we don't see is the frog-looking character.

While not obvious by the reflection, the round part of the ghosts head is likely a hat, as seen in the teaser on the cowgirl ghost. I am fairly sure that both of these ghosts are the same character based on the dress silhouette of the reflection, and the design of the upper body of the ghost in the teaser. (If I am wrong about the ghost's gender and/or pronouns, I will edit this post.) I find it incredibly interesting that this is the most humanistic character yet on TADC.

The next character, the candy princess, has a silhouette that is very easy to match to the reflection. The only major difference is that her gloves and upper part of her skirt are a darker pink, but that could be due to lighting. She is very likely the princess of Candy Canyon Kingdom. If not, she's definitely royalty of some sort because of her crown. I did see a few people think that she was going to be similar to a betty spaghetti toy, but now that we see her in her natural setting, it seems like her arms are more like cake pops. The rest of her body seems to be a neat amalgamation of cake and other candies.

I don't have much to say about the bubble man, other than he appears to be a customer at Spudsy's - where Jax is being forced to work for minimum wage. If you look closely, you can see Jax's reflection in the bubble man's face. His (or it's? again if I'm wrong I'll change it later) reflection counterpart is a much darker blue, which again could be lighting, but it could also mean that other customers at Spudsy's are bubble people. (Also I love how Spudsy's is a ripoff/homage of McDonald's, hopefully it'll make for some good satire of the fast food industry).

While we don't see the frog character from Gooseworx' teaser image, a lot of people theorized that it is some sort of gummy frog or reptile, which makes sense when it comes to one of the other characters announced in the teaser trailer.

The gummy gator appears to be in the Candy Canyon Kingdom, and looks to be some sort of cowboy or guide. He has a white belly similar to the frog, which is why I think they exist in the same storyline/location. Something hard to see in the trailer is that he starts fading to green from yellow around his shoulders. It's hard to tell what he's holding, but it's very possible it is reigns.

Another character from Candy Canyon Kingdom is the chocolate ooze monster, who looks similar in style to the gloink queen. I love the details of candy corn teeth and jawbreaker eyes. It's difficult to tell if this will be the big boss of Candy Canyon Kingdom, or just an obstacle for the TADC crew.

A fourth character from the Candy Canyon Kingdom is revealed in the teaser, and that is the periwinkle drawing mannequin. It seems to be the only character from the CCK that is not made of candy, which leads to some questions. In the teaser it is screaming its head off, so it's likely it is running from the chocolate ooze monster.

Going back to the cowgirl ghost, another cute little ghost appears. It doesn't really have any defining features other than its puppy-like face, but its a ghost, so it works. This is the only other character in the western ghost town story revealed in the teaser. Though the gummy gator looks like a cowboy, I think the ghosts appear in a different location from the Candy Canyon Kingdom.

The last character I haven't talked about is the tape recorder. It doesn't really look like an animate character, but if TADC has taught me anything, inanimate objects can always become animate characters. It's hard to tell what storyline it's from, but based on the lighting, it's from the western ghost town storyline. One of the most unnerving things about it is that it is one of the most realistic looking characters in the entire show.

Overall, 4 characters were revealed for the Candy Canyon Kingdom storyline, 3(ish) characters for the western ghost town storyline, and 1 character for the Spudsy's storyline. I personally don't think all of these storylines and characters will appear in the same episodes, unless the TADC crew is split up like in ep 1. The Candy Canyon Kingdom and the Spudsy's storylines definitely don't, because Jax can be seen in the wagon, along with (at least) Pomni, Gangle, and Kinger, in the large image shot of CCK in the teaser. (I have no clue what kind of gummy animal is pulling the wagon.)

I also wanted to briefly talk about the unfinished location that Caine showed in the teaser. My first thought was that it was a baseball stadium, but after further inspection the field seems a bit off to be a baseball field. Regardless it definitely is set up to be a performance space, whether it be a theatre or arena of sorts. From the design, I don't think it connects to the other locations revealed in the trailer.

If you've made it this far, thanks for reading my theories on this teaser! If you have any thoughts, please comment or reblog to let me know!

[finniestoncrane]

He just monologues when his hostage tells him to stop, it's getting annoying.

Riddler: "What-?! How did you remove the duct tape?"

Hostage: "I'm good with my mouth."

For Riddlers

I'm Good With My Mouth

Riddler Headcanons oooooooooh ok i relate to this as someone who struggles with getting the duct tape to stay on my mouth (i think i might just be super moist? i dunno) but yeah is that tmi? who knows! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: suggestive, kissing, sexual stuff i dunno

capullo

salivating over him so much that you managed to get loose?

he can't blame you, it's impossible to look at him without getting all hot and bothered, he should know

maybe keep your mouth shut though

and save your drool for when you're slobbering over his cock

no! don't wink at him! he has the upperhand here!

he's in control

don't make him gag you again

he's not sure how obvious his erection would be if he had to get much closer to you

dano

oh... impressive

ok you solved that puzzle, now try solving the one of "how are you going to escape the psychopath's apartment when you're tied to a chair"

not so smart now

guess you don't need to be smart if you're that good looking

what? what? he didn't say that out loud... right?

he's sorry he has to do this

but you need to be gagged again

he can't have you undermining him during his stream

telltale

hm, he doubts that very much given it's your mouth that got you here in the first place

perhaps if you could learn to hold your tongue

and keep yourself quieted away

you wouldn't be in this mess

it would be wise of you to learn how to behave properly

and what luck!

you're in exactly the right position for him to impart some wisdom

so keep quiet, and it'll all be over in a flash

otherwise he'll really stretch out the punishment

arkham

oh it would seem that you are

maybe a stronger muzzle would keep you quiet, hm?

it's interesting you knew that the tape was what was stopping you from being able to speak

he wouldn't have given you the credit of that level of intelligence

then again, you were stupid enough to interrupt him

which suggests to him, as usual, that he was right

he's always right

and you'd do well to remember that

now, put your lips together, take a deep breath in

he'll start over from the beginning, just to make sure you were paying your full attention to him

unburied

oh look who has at least one talent

maybe you should focus more on something useful instead of learning how to drool yourself out of a kidnapping

something more impressive perhaps?

ah ah ah shshshshsshhhshshshshut up

you're getting gagged again

in case you have forgotten, he kidnapped you

and one of the perks of being the kidnapper is that you have a captive audience

so shut up and listen to his speech

and he might let you show him what else your pretty little mouth can do

young justice

sorry you're getting re-gagged right away

he really can't have you distracting him

not that you're... just from his work!

he's not blushing, shut up!

ok maybe next time he kidnaps someone who isn't so attractive

NO! he said someone who isn't so mouthy shut up

gosh so nervous, his little hands are trembling as he reapplies your duct tape

fingers lingering on your cheek for a little bit too long

stuttering some apologies out with that sweet little lisp

he's just not an effective threat bless him

twojar

good with your mouth? is that so...?

maybe he could loosen those ties around your wrists

see if you're good with your hands as well

it's funny you mention it, because he's actually exceptionally good with his mouth as well

and for more than just ranting before you squeeze that joke in

in fact he could get on his knees right now

and show you just how good he is

and then perhaps you could return the favour

gotham

not so good with your brain though or you would know you should have kept quiet

see if you had just not said anything, you could have quietly struggled free

and then you could have escaped

but you had to interrupt him, which is rude by the way

and now he's just annoyed with you

which means your demise is coming that much quicker

because as good as you might be with your mouth

he's pretty good with a gun

[deadlyterrorstonight]

How would the guards handle pranks from a friend? - 💫

Ask #2 | Question: Nightguards handling pranks from a friend.

Mike

Depends on his mood AND what the prank was. Normally he can be a champ about these things and laugh it off, even if he can be a little upset or mad about it. Might even applaud you for being able to scare the bee-jeebies outta him, OR screwing with him real good.

But if it’s really bad, like not a good day? Yikes..the face he makes is gonna scare you then.

Mike does have some anger issues still, so he can get scary when he's upset since that angry face he makes can be intimidating to say the least.

Overall? No hard feelings in the end of it all. Might prank you back though..so be warned.

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Fritz

Fritz? Yeah, he can take a prank. Might not be so happy with it all the time though to be honest. Especially if its more often than not.

Also, depends on what kind of prank. He doesn't like being scared, might even give you that "Really?" look after you've done it. After so many times he's going to give you that fed up look, with a deep inhale and walk off.

And the ones with more creativity? Maybe a slime prank, or that invisible tape on the door prank? He'll have a look of shock and then move on. There isn't any point in just standing there confused when it's obvious you're the culprit of this prank.

Overall? You're going to annoy him if you scare him too often. And for the other kinds of pranks? He won't mind unless it gets out of hand, and you bother him too much. He wont be happy about it.

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Jeremy

Jeremy can handle pranks, but the severity and how often they happen to him really matter. You can potentially make him paranoid and overthink. He doesn't take well to being messed around with constantly like that. Unless it's those generally harmless pranks- the toilet smoking for example. He enjoys those and actually thinks they are funny. Sometimes he even looks forward to them when you decide to prank him in that way.

Can’t really handle the scare pranks. Might actually make him pretty upset with you- Mike might even get ahold of you for it because everyone knows Jeremy is sensitive. Don’t mess with him too bad. Otherwise, you’ll be receiving a lecture from an angry Schmidt.

Overall? He likes when you do those harmless pranks that are actually funny. He can handle those but nothing drastic though- like scaring him a lot for instance. - He’ll be very suspicious of you. Constantly questioning you and wondering what you’re going to pull next due to all the jump-scares you give him. Possibly might run your friendship at risk if you can’t learn to reel back and chill out.

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Scott

Scott can tolerate the pranks you throw his way. He doesn't HATE pranks, but he wouldn't say he's all that into them. Sure, he can get a good laugh out of them, but he definitely doesn't enjoy being pranked constantly* himself.

Now if every now and then you prank him, he's fine with it. If not? He'll be real annoyed with you. He doesn't enjoy being scared so that'll quickly get you that annoyed look if you do it often, might even get lectured.

The more harmless pranks he is also tolerant of, but it'll get old fast if done too often. Scott isn't a buzzkill, but he likes when things aren't overdone. Like Mike's puns. He likes them but when Mike's doing them constantly then it just bugs him.

Overall? Just don't overdo it. Then you'll be fine and he won't be upset with you. And if you do overdo it, you’ll likely run his patience and he might try and avoid you in order to get away from your shenanigans. Watch it.

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Vincent

Pranks? Who do you think you're pranking? Vincent will get you back. He won't really let you get away with it. Trust me.

At first he'll let you do your thing, probably get irritated and annoyed but will eventually get you back either sooner or later down the line.

It'll be fun in the beginning, but then it'll turn into a petty prank war.. The guys might get caught in the crossfire though. You'll get told off by Scott in the end of it though.

Overall? It probably strengthens your friendship if you don't take the pranks personally. If you do take it personally, the friendship will probably end with a rift since you’ll get fed up with him. “Don’t start what you can’t finish.” Is what he’ll probably tell you.

[harmcityherald]

My brother and I made the downtown run and medications have been acquired! I actually had a lovely time with my brother today. Hopefully it's the start of him visiting me a little bit more Because I do be missing him a lot all the time. He brought me some toys too!! I'm hooking it all up and test running stuff and I already know I need to buy myself a couple quarter inch cords so that I can plug my amp in so everyone in Dundalk can hear me lol. We didn't have any trouble at all at the pharmacy , They behaved very professional today so I forgive them their trespasses. We are already feeling a little bit better, We are outside in the garage getting ready to launch the rocket. It's a little warm today.

But I drug That Table unit I found on the side of the road into the garage To set the stuff up on.

I don't think it's gonna be a permanent setup or anything like that because I'm a little Trepidatious about leaving my equipment in the garage for the obvious reason. But it only took me about 30 minutes to just carry everything out side and set it up. So I'm still my own roadie.

We have an effects footpedal unit. You will notice my 1st effects patch has been saved under the bad bass moniker. It's a nifty little thingy, it actually has a looping effect where you can play and then press the pedal and it will loop what you play and then you can play to that as well so I dig that it actually even has a drum Patch pedal. Which seems a little weird but it'll be fun to play with.

note the new microphone. That will definitely be a plus when we go to record our vocals. Also a digital multitrack recorder.

The recorder seems to come from that in between time when things are going from Actual cassette tape recording to digital recording And it looks like overall when I mix down the songs I've just have to have a converter to convert them to mp3 or some other easy to manage format. That way I can continue to torture everyone online with my exquisite Sound percussions.

I still have 5 keyboards stored in the attic. One of them is my ancient Analog Korg. I'm still in the process of putting a room together down the basement where I can actually have all the stuff in one room. After hearing how loud the amp is I will have to invest in some nice headphones so that I don't Ruin my marriage anymore than I already have. So big things are happening for me today.

LOL My grandson came home so he loaned me a Quarter " jack To complete the loop. We tested out how loud we could get the amp.... Artemesia came out side yelling I was vibrating the dinner table inside the manor.......from the garage!! I think its safe to say that that's a nice little amp, it's a nice size cause it can double as a practice amp but Boy we just turned it up and I was right I bet the whole neighborhood heard that and it was vibrating the table inside the house. That's a good thing. Depending on which perspective you're looking at it from. It's good from my perspective. The neighbors not so much. But I'm an old man now And I'm a lot more magnanimous In days of late. so I will not torture the neighborhood for real there is no need to play it that loud. Right directly across the street from me, that's where my one buddy lives, and he was actually our 1st drummer way back in the day when we were called rapture. The only time I would need to turn my amp up that loud Is to play with a real drummer. and if that comes to fruition then It'll be easier of course to carry my guitar Over there And then we can blame him for being too loud lol. That's a little tip from me, always make your drummer the scapegoat. Maybe that attitude is why I ended up going through 11 drummers throughout my career.

🤔

we're not gonna be torturing the neighborhood anymore than he already does LOL. That's if he even decides to play with us or not. We've mentioned it in passing, talking to each other so it could easily happen, my brother may come down for that and we'll have a drummer and the next thing you know we will be standing out in the street playing a Metallica song. And yes, I will play a Metallica song for them for nostalgic reasons. I will not be a dick to them. I was pretty infamous for how much of a dick I could be back then, but when you are the front man and lead singer it's kind of like the prerequisite rule #1 is to be a dick. In what way? all ways..... but, of course, how can you be a dick to someone who just gave you all these wonderful toys?

"PlaY soMe SkYnyrd, mAn!". 🙄jeez.

My brother bought all this for me for my birthday which was on September first. He just has a hard time finding the time To come over and of course I was sick and I wasn't worried too much about it but it's actually a good thing I had delayed reaction birthday present today and it's like raining Christmas time for me. Let's just say my medication is my stocking stuffer.😜

Yeah, the meds are making me feel better today already. That's what they are designed to do. Hopefully they don't hear about me downtown at the federal court building, how I'm Single handedly causing the opioid epidemic in harm City...... You're welcome. Them bitches would sue Santa Claus if they could. They would probably call him a drug runner.

All right I'm gonna go play around.

ciao'!!

[evalolxo]

Fiction Turned Reality

Randy Orton x OC

Part 5

summary - two wrestlers are put in a storyline and it quickly becomes real.

warnings - getting caught (gasp), mentions of sex, kissing, swearing

word count - 1.3k

kat's pov

"hey" i smiled brightly at the rest of evolution and randy smirked and quickly threw an arm around me, randy and i had made multiple sex tapes last night after the first and i could tell he wanted everyone to know he was mine.

he pulled his phone out his pocket and showed me his lock screen and it was me between his thighs in my underwear making me quickly shut his phone off in a panic making him laugh.

"i don't plan on showing anyone anything of what's mine don't worry baby" he whispered into my ear and i nodded at him before he kissed my head and evolution were all looking at already done with our shit.

randy and i never made anything official last night, i'm guessing it was a one night thing.

luckily neither of us had a match tonight but we were here supporting batista who did, luckily or all my hickies would've shown.

we walked into catering and i noticed mark sitting all alone and excused myself from my faction to sit with him, many people looked at me like i was crazy to sit next to the deadman.

"hey kid" he spoke as i sat down and i smiled at him.

"hi, you looked lonely" i told him as i crossed my legs and he smiled a little making everyone in the rooms eyes widen.

"sitting with the deadman, brave choice" he joked and i rolled my eyes and he laughed making everyone even more shcoked.

"you excited to stand ringside and sabotage?" he asked me and i turned to him smiling and nodded.

"yeah it'll be me and randy ringside" i told him and bit my lip smiling at the sound of his name coming out my mouth.

"oh hell no, what the fuck was that?" mark asked me seriously now crossing his arms and i turned to him confused at what he meant.

"that little lip bite smile, don't tell me you and orton have something going on besides this little storyline" mark told me glaring at me and i had to bit my lip to stop myself smiling before i shook my head.

"of course not" i stated acting all shock that he'd even think of assuming that, even though it was very true.

"better not, he's not good enough for my little girl" mark stated and my heart warmed at the fact he still considered me a daughter.

time skip

all of evolution were in the ring celebrating batistas win when randy turned to me and picked me up with his arms and swung me around making me laugh loudly.

he then kissed my cheek as he put me back down making me giggle and push his shoulder teasingly to which he raised an eyebrow at.

ric and hunter had batistas hands in the air and i came up behind batista hugging his side showing my support while randy just smirked at batista who nodded back to randy.

we began to walk back out and randy intertwined our fingers and kissed the back of my hand making me shyly smile as he smirked cockily down at me.

as soon as we got backstage hunter gave batista his congratulations before coming over to me and randy.

"you two are doing great, fans are already talking about it on the internet, keep it up" he told us putting his thumbs up and i nodded excitingly at him while randy just threw an arm over my shoulder smugly.

"it's what we do best" randy stated and i slapped his chest making him say ow dramatically before leaning back slightly making me drag him back closer to me.

he kissed the side of my head and stayed looking down at me while i turned to hunter who was looking at us with an obvious glare and i shook my head while smiling a little.

"you guys are lying about something here" hunter stated making everyone turn to us, i tried to take a step away from randy but he just pulled me back even closer.

"there is nothing going on between us at all" randy spoke with a sarcastic tone and i rolled my eyes and pulled away from randy but kept our hands intertwined.

"i'm going to go to the locker room" i told them unlinking my hand with randy and walked away, but as soon as i made it to my locker room i felt someone shove me in.

i turned around angrily but then i calmed down instantly when i seen it was randy.

"you fucking scared me randy" i chuckled while shoving him to which he pulled me back and pulled me back into a kiss.

i instantly kissed him back and his hands travelled to my waist pulling me way closer to his body and i wrapped my arms around his shoulders and started playing with the hair on the back of his neck making him shudder into the kiss.

his tongue slipped through into my mouth unexpectedly making me let out a breath and he smirked before quickly grabbing my ass and pulled me closer.

"well well well" we heard and i pulled away and looked at the door while randy just looked to the roof annoyed his hands not leaving my ass.

we turned to see trish stratus and i smiled upon seeing her and pulled away fully from randy and went over to her hugging her.

she hugged me back and when we pulled away she put her hands on her hips and looked between randy and i.

randy came up behind me and wrapped his arms round my waist and rested his head on top of my head and looked down at trish unimpressed that she had interrupted us.

"we're not dating" i clarified and she raised an eyebrow at me while randy huffed quietly but i could feel his chest let out a huff.

"yet" randy added smirking even though i couldn't see him i knew he was smirking.

"so is this your guys' dirty little secret?" she asked closing the door behind her so no one could hear her talking about it.

"a little yeah, but we fucked last night and-"

i cut randy off by elbowing his ribs making him double over in pain while groaning.

"you will be telling me all the details later on" trish told me and i smiled and nodded while biting my lip while randy was still groaning in pain.

"there's multiple videos" randy managed to tell her in a pained voice making me turn to him again shocked and trish burst out laughing making me roll my eyes at the two of them.

"that you will not be seeing!" i stated to trish and randy stood back up and grabbed my head gently shoving it making me stumble and i giggled.

"stop doing that!" i giggled and he pulled me closer and kissed me softly before pulling back.

"i'm still here guys" trish stated her hands still on her hips and randy turned to her annoyed.

"then leave" he stated and i smacked his chest disapprovingly and randy rolled his eyes and trish crossed her arms annoyed before sending me a smile and sending randy a middle finger before leaving and closing the door.

"i thought she'd never leave" randy stated before leaning in to kiss me but i gave him a dirty glare making him furrow his eyebrows.

"what?" he asked me furrowing his eyebrows putting his hands on my hair petting it softly.

"don't be rude to trish" i told him and he smirked and rolled his eyes before kissing my forehead which made me smile a little.

"i'm sorry, i won't next time darling" he told me and kissed me softly and i immediately gave in and kissed him back to which he smirked on my lips.

[hangarsliquides]

saw ranking i binged them all again

one > six > two > four > five > three > spiral > jigsaw > 3d

saw 1 at the top. the forerunner. the patient zero, james wan played god and saw was his Light. i had to pay my respects to it and also Adam Stanheight is in it, one of the best characters period. living breathing memorable quote machine. the most cohesive one, one of the better law enforcement plots, the ending... i don't have to talk about it, we all know how iconic it is. i'll just say leigh whannell's scream still sends chills up my spine.

saw 6 had the best spectacle, best traps, great cinematography, also amanda's in it. the last bang for the franchise before the next three movies after it didn't reach anywhere near its caliber, let alone like... saw 5's caliber. the ending is iconic. i'm disappointed that william didn't survive and it would have been interesting for him to be the only main game subject to live ( i'm indirectly declaring saw 3d non-canon). but rodrick heffley did kill a man so atleast i can walk away with this tidbit of information to share to unknowing fools who never saw this franchise. the scene with THE HOFFMANATOR and the voice descrambler was the most fucking stressed i felt during a movie since i saw rob zombie's halloween 2 i was fucking Sick. even though I knew what was going to happen. bravo greutert

saw 2 was a better follow-up than some ppl give it credit for even though it's also the one where the participants get a little stupider. addison's trap was such a perfect example of this, but can i be mad at it? no. because the first time i saw it i guffawed so loudly. im pretty sure my friends are scared of my sick sense of humor. anyways this is the only film where we get to see john kramer in action where he's not in a flashback or immobilized state, and he's a glorious cunt to watch. my deeply self-delusional serial killer blorbo. donnie wahlberg is so fun to watch. he's so angry. all the nerve gas house participants are also pretty fun to watch even though they're all blank slates with one max personality trait i love them. obi tate i will never forget you and your 5 minutes of screentime... love you honey...

saw 4 is funnier than people give it credit for. a lot of this series is, actually. legendary transitions. eric matthews befriends a little rat friend. introduces THE HOFFMANATOR properly. rigg's addiction to going through doors. every bizarre twist in the last fifteen minutes. an entire potential arc from the last movie getting cut short abruptly by strahm shooting one of the worst characters in the franchise to death. i would pick this for a movie night with the boys

saw 5 has also plenty of funny moments. the fatal five's game becomes a really mean comedy with how they simply refuse to work together as a team. even though it was glaringly obvious from the tapes that they were supposed to. mallick's actor overplays his part and its magnificent. more THE HOFFMANATOR action. strahm performs a tracheotomy on himself to escape a trap and he sounds funny for the rest of the film.

saw 3 was carried by bahar soomekh and especially shawnee smith Period. jeff completely drags it down. otherwise it'll be higher. justice for amanda young and allison kerry. i think i would have connected with saw 4 more in a genuine way if kerry was being tested.

spiral, similarly to saw 3, has chris rock dragging down everything. he feels like a pretty stiff actor. luckily he's more bearable to watch than jeff or bobby. that said, having the bousmaniac back at the helm brought back some of the extremely bizarre editing choices that fuel this series' trademark humor. the shaking camera shot that looks like it was made by a rookie in sony vegas pro... chef's kiss mwah.

jigsaw is legitimately bad. weak cast of characters which these movies always have but this cast is weaker than usual. i don't remember anything about halloran and logan except corrupt cop and ex military jiggy apprentice respectively. i dont remember what kind of personality eleanor has. i don't tgink i was paying attention to this half the time except for the barn game which also wasn't super good

saw 3d... the opening trap (misogynistic implications aside), the horsepower trap and THE HOFFMANATOR were the only Really good moments. the new gibson guy is one of the best actors which i mean that he's one of the worst actors. bizarre lines, even more bizarre delivery. the bobby plotline is the worst main game bar none and the only one in the series i would genuinely call torture porn. i can take away some element of humor from jeff being slow ass motherfucker but not this. the traps aren't intriguing enough. the trap involving a woman having to not make a peep at all is so Subtle. and joyce did NOT deserve that. i still don't know how to feel about gordon being an accomplice... i don't know how to make it make sense for his character and his development...

[u5an5]

Jacobs' Journal: Tape #1 - Issues at Site 19

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[START LOG]

Jacobs: If you're listening to this, and you're not me... I'm probably dead.

Jacobs: 'Not supposed to make these, but I figure a personal log would come in handy someday. In case I needed something to pass on. Soo...

Jacobs: Day One, Site 19.

Jacobs: I met with Site Director Lambert today, and he immediately regarded me as a lowlife. I'm supposed to assess his performance, but currently, I'm having a difficult time not killing him.

[Rest bellow the cut]

Jacobs: He's insufferable, that man. I've grown to loathe him over the last three hours I've known him. 'Trought I was here to do his chores, make his coffee, suck him off.

Jacobs: <whispering> I'm not your lackey, "kid".

Jacobs: The O-5 Council put me here because of my administrative abilities, as well as my history in espionage, and I intend to do my actual job, despite Lambert's efforts.

Jacobs: His methods are a joke, and I can't think of anyone I'd love to nail to the wall more than him.

Jacobs: After sizing me up, he took me on a tour of "his" facility. Personnel ducked into any office they could find just to avoid the man. He has no friends here.

Jacobs: All the way down to Containment - an area kept out of bounds for people in his position, FYI - he kept talking about order, his ambitions for joining the Council - yeah, right - his Porsche, and family at home.

Jacobs: I'm sure he's sleeping with the cleaning lady. How many times a day does one man need the blinds in his underground office cleaned?

Jacobs: We first stopped off at the chamber of SCP-527. "Mr. Fish", as he's called. I watched him through the window as Lambert prattled on. For a moment, it caught my eye, and we stared at each other.

Jacobs: I felt this was what I was: a fish in a bowl, with Lambert poking and prodding at the glass.

Jacobs: I was trapped with him, and I had the uneasy feeling the Council had stuck me here for a reason - aside from the obvious.

Jacobs: They've been wanting me out of the way for years. They know the reforms I want to make, the plans I have, and what we should be doing with these SCPs. It's a serious matter to me, but a game to them.

Jacobs: <voice starts getting gradually louder> SCPs are an untapped potential, and we've been afraid to use them for too long. One measly battery or a cure for some little-known fungal infection or disease we've been sitting on for decades doesn't justify the real progress we've made here.

Jacobs: What's more: we can't keep Earth safe forever. We're hiding from monsters with monsters. We should be making defenses, doing more to secure ourselves. Who knows how long it'll be before the Foundation comes across something too great and terrible for us to handle?

Jacobs: And lord knows we won't stumble across it in a field or track it down through some ancient legend or a string of police reports. Whatever it is, it'll come for us. Out of the darkness, through the light, down from the sky. And swallow us whole.

Jacobs: ... And suddenly, the reality hit me. We are all fish, trapped in our bowl. Either we'll die from being overfed with too many of these creatures to handle, or there's a cat, watching from the shadows, ready to pounce. It's only a matter of time.

Jacobs: Maybe we're already dead. But until we know it for sure, I need to be careful. I need to reach the Council. Then... I need to show them the truth...

Jacobs: Or get them out of the way.

Jacobs: Until then (sigh), I have other matters to attend to. The Council seem happy to let Lambert run his personal zoo, as long as nothing absolutely unforgivable happens.

Jacobs: I wonder what it'll take for them to decide to terminate him? We'll see.

Jacobs: These logs won't be made regularly, only when there's something to report. The more there are, the harder they'll be to hide... or justify keeping secret from everyone...

Jacobs: This is Class B Administrative Oversight Jacobs, signing off.

[END LOG]

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[actionfigurebullshit]

Sure, why not? I'll post here today!

I want to make a YTP style mash up of Next Gen. It'll include all the TNG edits I've ever done, which should probably include some of the action figure stuff.

For all of a few dozen seconds, I've thought about that commentary from Move Along Home, and... something from TNG that I've already forgotten about, but I thought about recutting the Sherlock Holmes scenes into a opening credits for "HOLMES", with the House theme music, etc... my idea came afterward.

But after this accidentally redacted content, I thought about the Q court scene from Encounter at Farpoint and All Good Things, and doing it in action figure, with "Q" talking to Greta, Douglas, and Trent, who might not even be going by their names, but their actors' names- Rachael, Floyd, and Wyatt.

We put the "Q" in Judy Quort! Except it's just regular TNG action figure Q with the uniform, but he's floating around against The Holy Guts, and some other imagery, and so, there's this premise of a test, but it won't be the mission at Farpoint, it'll be told in the Star Trek content produced so far in addtion to more stuff which can be used to help give all this footage a theme, and maybe even recreate some scenes from the episodes.

And this is the missing puzzle piece, the obvious one: Heart of Glory. That's the Geordi-Vision episode. Look over at Data! And so we shall, and I hope...

YES!

There should be a behind the scenes segment. I don't know how or why- Newton is asleep, or Moxie is tripping on substances that I will need a science consultant to get the name of the thing right, but that's where the stranger things could be happening: Moxie is tripping balls and it's the VCR board game. Newton or Herman dreams of The Bionic Bunny Show- YEAH! Take that spare Geordi action figure I have and turn him into a proper LeVar, just add some stuff to his uniform to make a puffy late 80s professional looking sweater, which, of course, is going to have a dress shirt underneath and poking from the collar, and jeans with a belt, because god damn you if you dress even the slightest for comfort.

That's the kind of AFB project I'd want to do right now, and it can also take care of that other itch- the mash up. I still don't know what I'd make, though. I just don't, though recreating TNG scenes with action figures sound exciting...

How about we find out that we're in Judy Quort because The Gang is a defendant, but defendant against whom?

A class action lawsuit? We see:

Newton, right?

Or, in a shock twist, it's Herman. Maybe we don't even see who it is until the end.

Okay, here it is:

I'm going to contnue brainstorming offline.

OFF-LINE BRAINSTORM:

Heavy Metal Zoom Quilt down to the Cascadia, where on the surface of the enormous spacecraft, four astronauts exit a pressure corridor onto the surface. It is quickly revealed that they are just out there to watch more Star Trek. It can go to something custom, something that’s a mix of animation and episode, or it’s just episode commentary. But it’s like the music videos from Beavis and Butthead… AS ORIGINALLY INTENDED! So, there’s an ongoing plot, maybe several, going around involving Douglas being taken to Judy Quort, and it may even shift between the case itself, the “commentary” scenes with the action figures watching and commenting, and so forth, different layers of reality.

USS Syracuse

REGISTER: Epsilon Eridani

REGISTERY No.: EASS-7141-9

DDSMV ID #: 10f7-119d-7338-bc6f

Mo’Bile Class Starliner

COLOR: WHITE

UPTIME: 165 years, 1 month, 6 days, local time

DESTINATION: Civil Bend Sector, Labyrinth H Reach, Greater Milky Way

Deep zoom to the surface, which becomes increasingly textured, until we see some kind of maze like pattern appear in black against the white surface. It goes all the way until we are on the surface of the ship, and we are facing the black face to face. It’s a long corridor of VHS tape. The astronauts- Douglas, Greta, Trent, and Moxie, exit. Get your coughs out and your food down! It’s time…!

We start with new versions of “Move Along Home”, and perhaps some other commentaries cut, allowing for getting the best of segments, like Dorsey Batteries (AGT), which could make use of the AGT action figures.

A scene could be used for the end to “Code of Honor”, and we get that one scene in HD. The aliens are extremely diversified- all weird alien species, odd pairings and role selection! Do we use this scene?

Then there is Judy Quort, which then goes back to the perspective of commentary.

Eventually, it gets weird when they happen upon a channel or video after a “I want to watch something else” break plays out, and it’s Newton, and it’s the TV removal scene, and we see a crack in the dark sky, and THG arms slither out, and then casts a shadow- it’s outside.

Everyone inside! But it’s too late. From it’s eye, we see an action figure Kavok- EXPERIENCE BIJ! But then something goes wrong- a low level malfunction! Then they start to talk about Riker at Large, and we may get to finally see a mock up of this, using a deep fake Frakes, and low level graphics like the post report with the fake Picard.

...when THG arrives, it’s after the lights start to flicker and we all get UFO anxiety.

The floor is different here- same pattern, but different color pallette. I want a new box to hold up the Kindle, and a printed pattern on the walls. I want more consistency, less “shit thrown together”, so the walls are all consistent, though there could still be some things that remain the same, the yellow wall, for instance, or the Nintendo toaster shell.

Did they use the chaos corridor?

Yeah.

It’s been 14 days, 19 hours since we first entered the Chaos Corridor. So far, it’s all been the same. We find a TV room, we watch TV for a while until the room starts to malfunction, then we move to the next. We’ve lost all sense of direction and how to get back, but as far as getting stuck goes, this isn’t too bad. There’s also boiler rooms, which has a vending machine and laundry. We’ve yet to run into the one like our own, but they’re all the same. So far, we haven’t had luck finding a bathroom or some showers. We’ve yet to run into any rooms that someone has previously crapped, pissed, or vomited in so far.

The story may be different- Moxie may have been with them at some point, but has since disappeared. Herman, as it turns out, went after them and is similarly lost. Sometimes, they can communicate by phone. All versions of Newton appear illusury. At one point during Judy Quort, Newton is the bailiff because he says “On your feet, Douglas!”. Schekki is Josephine, or rather… Josephine Schekkina, the differentiate her from other versions of Schekki. This is named after one of the People’s Court bailiffs. Why not have two? Or Newton is switched out with this version of Schekki without explanation.

A dumb twist to all of it: No one gets out of their seats. This means that sometimes, someone gets left behind. They meet up, never quite sure if these are the same friends they were with a few days ago.

Labyrinth H could become literal. There’s a curtain and when pulled back, we see the TV room has four exits, but it’s not euclidiean, so if you leave, you might not ever come back. One mode of transportation may be trippy and make no sense, but involving a special blanket or game chair.

Sometimes, the configuration is definitely off- one stays in a suit, sometimes, it’s either Gerald Jr. or Cirroqman Jake or Brandon, whose name is censored out… poorly? Brandon should be emo. Cirroqman Jake does a stunt like Megaweeoo where he splits, but it’s with more style, like an 8 bit effect, used from warp effects to death.

Perhaps things get scary when Cirroqman Jake shows up perhaps a minute before a monster showed up, the animation gets shitty, but we get a good look at the final shot and it should be horrible. Just absolutely spritz your pants horrible. This is where the fear comes in. After all these days, something terrible has arrived, and they need to figure out the way back, if such a thing is possible. There could be a lot of debate on whether to stay put or keep going. That could be the crux of the main plot.

One version of Douglas has his Scott Bakula mask on. With another Douglas action figure, the second could be painted to look like an Enterprise uniform. The Scott Bakula head could be done entirely in post, or several print out from different episodes could be done depending on angle and speech. I want the episode where he plays Jimmy from the meme famous scene from Quantum Leap, for better or worse.

[indiancurrysauces-blog]

5 Creative Ways to Use a Door Stop Stick

Door stops are not just pieces of rubber or plastic wedges anymore. Innovation in doorstop technology has brought us the door stop stick, also known as the security door bar or door stopper stick. This adaptable tool can be used for a variety of tasks, adding value and functionality to your home while also ensuring that your door is kept securely open or closed. Let's delve into five creative ways to use this device. 

1)Home security enhancement

The most obvious yet most important use of the security door bar is to enhance the security of your home. When strategically placed behind a closed door, it acts as a barricade, ensuring that the door cannot be easily pushed open from the outside. This comes in especially handy during the night or when you're home alone, giving you that extra peace of mind.

2)Child Safety

If you have kids at home, a door stop stick can become an essential childproofing tool. Children, in their inherent curiosity, often tend to wander around the house, and sometimes they might end up closing a door behind them, either getting trapped inside a room or, worse, gaining access to places they shouldn’t. By placing a door stopper stick, you can prevent your children from unintentionally locking themselves out.

3)Garden Prop

Ever thought of using your door stop stick in the garden? Given its sturdy build, the security door bar can be used to support young plants or seedlings that need help standing upright. Insert the door stopper stick into the soil near the plant and gently tie them together using a soft string. As the plant grows, it'll have a steadfast companion to support its ascent. 

4)Door Decor

Who would have thought a door stopper stick could be used for purposes other than its intended purpose? This simple tool can be made into an attractive asset with a little creativity. Consider adorning the stick with decorative tape, fabric, or even a coat of paint that complements the style of your room. Why not add some designs or adhesive designs to it? When not performing its usual function, it can add a unique decorative element to your room.

5)Yoga and exercise

Yes, you read that right! Though unconventional, a sturdy door stop stick can be a great prop for certain stretches or balancing exercises. For instance, hold onto the door stopper stick while practicing single-leg balancing poses or use it as a marker for jump training. Ensure it's sturdy enough to bear any applied weight, and always be cautious to avoid any injuries.

The humble security door bar is not limited to its primary function. Its versatility extends far beyond just holding doors. Whether you're looking to enhance security, childproof your home, or even use it in a fun and creative manner, this tool has got you covered. Next time you see a door stopper stick, think of all the potential it holds, and perhaps give one or more of these creative uses a try!

[writeranon69]

WAKE YO BUTTS UP IT'S TIME FOR ANOTHER EXCITING EPISODE OF

Dumb Ideas with the Writer Anon

Whether these ideas be Game Concepts, AU's, Mods, etc., I'm going to infodump about them. These are unscripted, infodumps essentially. I hope you enjoy.

We're continuing our scary and solemn adventure through the world of

OMORI VHS

The fourth episode opens up with Basil. He's...in the void. You can hear the sobs of someone. It sounds like a young girl who is crying. Basil continues staring off as the girl continues to cry.

"Hey."

"Don't cry..."

The girl continues to cry. Basil's eyes can now be seen leaking tears.

"Please, don't cry.

Everything will be okay."

"No it won't."

(Basil doesn't know what to say.)

"All of this is my fault."

"No it isn't."

"Why didn't I do anything earlier."

"I let Aubrey die."

"I let Aaron die."

"I let Jack die."

"Why didn't I notice anything sooner."

"I even let her kill Emma...that poor kid."

"How do you let someone kill their own child..."

(Basil is stunned and appalled. He doesn't know how to react to all of this. He still tries to comfort the girl though.)

"It wasn't your fault--"

(Basil's text only flashes on screen for a second before being replaced by a resounding...)

"Shut up."

"I promise it wasn't--"

"SHUT UP. WHAT DO YOU KNOW?"

(Basil doesn't know how to respond.)

"WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT SOMEONE KILLING PEOPLE YOU CARE ABOUT?"

"I Hate You. I wish I didn't have to share this body with you."

(Basil is...hurt by this statement. He was just trying to be accommodating.

The conversation is suddenly cut short by the sounds of a certain boys sobs. Basil recognizes the voice.)

"...Sunny?"

Basil turns and sees the bloodied and brusied up Sunny. He's still crying.

"Good Ridance."

(Basil feels angry.)

"What did he do to you?"

"She killed me."

"She got rid of all of the evidence."

"She's a monster."

(Basil can't believe what he was hearing. We then see Sunny reach his hand out to his best friend. The voice acting kicks back in again.)

"Basil...

Basil please. I don't want to die.

Please, help me."

(Basil reaches his hand out before letting go.)

"I don't help murderers."

(He walks away, against his will.)

(Sunny can't believe his eyes. His sitting corpse begins to cry blood, all whilst saying...)

"I didn't do anything."

"I didn't do anything!"

"BASIL! COME BACK! PLEASE! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! I DIDN'T KILL ANYONE! I DIDN'T HURT ANYONE! IT'S HER FAULT! PLEASE! BASIL! COME BA--"

(Sunny's audio is cut off...literally. Omori shows up, stabbing Sunny's arm to shut him up. Omori only smiles at Sunny. The same woman from Kel's tape faded in behind Omori in full view, a twisted laugh releasing from Omo's mouth.)

A black screen fills the screen.

"No one can help you now, murderer."

the tape ends there.

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[majwrites]

Secrets

Ladybug x Reader

Lemon and Tangerine x platonic! Reader

Lemon and Tangerine wonder who their sibling (reader, referred to as Grapefruit) is going out with. They don't really like what they discover.

Warnings: mentions of former injury, mentions of death and gun violence, fighting between siblings, mentions of anxiety, ibuprofen, not proofread

"No, completely out of question", Tangerine was yelling, "you're not going on this job!". "But I'm ready, besides I can't let you guys go on more jobs alone, it's driving me insane!", Grapefruit stood up from their spot on the couch. "You need time to fuckin heal, you looked like a sieve when we found you after that job and your arm is still healing", things could get loud when Tangerine and Grapefruit were fighting. Lemon knew better than to try and calm them down yet. They would yell at each other for some time and then later on both come crying to Lemon before apologizing to each other and their brother. "If anything, it'll kill me to keep worrying about you guys like that. I'm doing this", Grapefruit had started pacing by now, "I don't want this to end like Bolivia or even worse, like that train incident where I had to pick you up out of a train wreck". "Just sit this one out, it's not that hard. And it'll leave you more time for that guy you're shagging", it dawned on Tangerine that he had fucked up. "You take this back instantly, young man!", Grapefruit didn't care that they were only a few years older than the twins. Tangerine needed a moment to recover and Lemon was already hoping that this would be the end of the fight, but his brother had other plans: "You're so fuckin obvious about it too, you're always texting some guy and never tell us about him, you willingly take phone calls!" "It's none of your business! Anyways, I can never tell you about any guys if I don't want them to end up beaten to the verge of death", Grapefruit had that look on their face and Lemon knew that this fight could quickly escalate now. It was only thanks to Lemon that Tangerine and Grapefruit haven't messed up the living room due to a brawl between siblings in nearly fifteen years. "Alright, this is enough", Lemon stepped in between his siblings, "we should all calm down and discuss this properly once you're both cooled off". He moved Grapefruit to the couch, not oblivious to them cradling their freshly healed arm in the other one. Then he maneuvered Tangerine, who was nervously playing around with his rings, into the kitchen and proceeded to make three cups of tea. From then on the evening went smoothly. Just like Lemon had predicted, in less than an hour both his siblings were crying, then apologized and soon all three of them were sitting in front of the TV, watching some ancient VHS tape from their childhood.

The next morning Lemon and Tangerine left for another job, Grapefruit had agreed to stay at home this time, but they demanded frequent updates on how the job was going. Grapefruit started to get bored when they got a text from a certain guy. Ladybug. Grapefruit could honestly say that they had completely fallen for Ladybug. They admired how caring and sweet he was. He seemed to have an anxiety issue he was working on, just like Grapefruit was working on their own mental health, but with Ladybug it always felt safe to discuss these things. Grapefruit texted back, they'd meet up for a coffee date in the afternoon.

After hanging around in their room and calling Lemon and Tangerine to hear if everything was going well, Grapefruit made their way to the coffee shop. Ladybug was waiting outside and greeted them with a hug. They spent a nice afternoon together and Ladybug had offered to walk Grapefruit home (not completely home, but into their living area). It had become night by then, so Grapefruit called their brothers to hear how the job was going, wished them a good night and went to bed.

Lemon and Tangerine returned home the next day, late in the afternoon. The job had been an easy one and Lemon and Tangerine didn't have any major injuries, just a few bruises and scratches. They found Grapefruit resting on the sofa on the verge of falling asleep, which didn't keep them from announcing their return. Grapefruit needed a moment before sitting up and greeting their brothers. Lemon was the first one to reach Grapefruit who still looked half asleep. "You alright?", asked Grapefruit. "The job went well, but it was exhausting", Lemon took a quick look at Grapefruit's injured arm. It still looked properly bandaged but Lemon noticed something else. He had to tell Tangerine about this so he started making his way to the bathroom. Tangerine followed after greeting Grapefruit and making sure they went back to sleep.

"Did you see it?", asked Lemon. "See what? You'll have to be more specific", Tangerine began scrubbing his hands. "Grapefruit's wrist", began Lemon, "they used to wear two identical bracelets". "Yeah, they've been wearing these for the past two decades. What about it?", he searched the cabinet for nothing specific. "One of the bracelets has been exchanged. They wore two stainless steel chain bracelets, now it's only one and another different bracelet. Silver. Beaded", Lemon was always the twin who paid more attention to details. "What are you hinting at?", asked Tangerine. "Do you know who wears a bracelet like this?" "Oh fuck this", Tangerine buried his face in his hands in frustration, "it's Ladybug".

The brothers couldn't ignore this new bit of information. It wasn't like Grapefruit knew anything specific about what happened on the bullet train. They had picked their siblings up in a hurry, their only words being: "This time I don't even want to know". Grapefruit had been angry back then, but the twins knew that it was only because they worried about their brothers and had been scared about losing them. Grapefruit had never asked about the train again and didn't know who had been involved in the whole ordeal, which put Lemon and Tangerine in a very tricky situation. Ladybug knew about Grapefruit's two brothers, but didn't place the pieces together yet to understand that they were Lemon and Tangerine.

A few days later Grapefruit was getting ready to go out. "Do you have places to be?", asked Tangerine. "I'm going out", they secured the two bracelets around their wrists and dumped their house keys, wallet and phone into a bag. "Alone?", Tangerine began to have an idea already. "I'm going on a date and I'd like both of you to behave while I'm gone", Grapefruit downed an ibuprofen with a glass of tap water. Healing was taking longer than they had expected. "Share your location", instructed Lemon, "and text us when you arrive". Grapefruit didn't disagree. They didn't want their brother to worry more than necessary.

The restaurant wasn't far away and Grapefruit had picked it for their date with Ladybug for a couple of reasons. They could reach it on foot, Grapefruit knew their way around the restaurant and the waiter was happy to let customers point to their meal of choice on the menu instead of making them say the order out loud. This would be helpful for both Ladybug and Grapefruit. Ladybug arrived a few minutes later, Grapefruit took his hand to lead him into the building. They had a reservation for a nice little table in the corner of the room and for once Ladybug and Grapefruit were feeling relatively safe. No problems occurred while ordering and the food didn't take long to arrive.

Ladybug and Grapefruit barely could take their eyes off each other, it was clearly visible to everyone that they were in love. Even Lemon and Tangerine saw it and they were lurking into the restaurant from a high up window that could only be reached by stepping onto the garbage container outside. "I can't believe they're going out, he fucking shot me", muttered Tangerine. "Grapefruit doesn't know about that though, they don't even know that he's been on the train", Lemon tried to remember if Grapefruit could know Ladybug from somewhere else. "They never met on any jobs that I've been on with Grapefruit so it was either a job they finished alone or when you were with them. I don't understand this anyway, Ladybug is ancient compared to them", Tangerine didn't know it yet, but that was the hint to make Lemon remember something. "That's because they're ancient history", exclaimed Lemon, "remember when Grapefruit and I finished that job in Johannesburg?". "The one where you shot Ladybug?", the gears began to turn in Tangerine's head. "Exactly, I shot him twice and Grapefruit had something going on with another assassin during that time, but they never wanted to tell us who it was", concluded Lemon. "So they had something going on with him for years and never fucking told us", Tangerine got angry. "You don't know about that, maybe they just reconnected, I mean they only started acting strange a few weeks ago". "Lemon, I have a plan", and Tangerine dragged Lemon into the restaurant through the back door.

Meanwhile Ladybug and Grapefruit finished up their dessert. "It's very nice here", said Ladybug, "I never knew about this place before". "It's my favourite", answered Grapefruit, "this place always feels so safe". Ladybug agreed. They sat for a while, holding hands. It felt nice to not be in a rush for once, they didn't really have much time for each other when there were jobs to do. Eventually, Grapefruit decided to pay for both of them. Ladybug excused himself to the bathroom, he would mail the money back later. "Are you sure you'll find the way on your own?", asked Grapefruit. "I'm sure", and Ladybug made his way through the restaurant.

When he reached his destination and opened the bathroom door he jumped back, because he was suddenly face to face with Lemon and Tangerine. "Shit, what are you guys doing here? Do you want to scare me to death?", he leaned against the wall behind him. "We're here to ask you about how long your business with our sibling has been going on", Tangerine looked very intimidating. "You are Grapefruit's siblings?", looking back it made sense to Ladybug. "Did you really meet a person called Grapefruit and never considered even once that you know two other people called Lemon and Tangerine who could very much be related to them?", Lemon was much calmer than Tangerine. "Not really", Ladybug still tried to comprehend what consequences this would have. "I'm gonna tell them that you were the one who drugged Lemon and fucking shot me on that train", Tangerine had to be held back by Lemon. "You won't", tried Ladybug. "That's right, I won't. But only because Grapefruit would be upset by it". "What we're trying to say is that if you mess up, we're coming after you", said Lemon, "and there'll be a few more bullets used than back in Johannesburg, do you understand?". Ladybug just nodded. "Alright, now that this is clear, go on and finish this date", Tangerine and Lemon left as fast as they had arrived.

Ladybug and Grapefruit left the restaurant together and once again he offered to walk them home. When they reached their destination this time they kissed under a streetlight, not paying attention to Lemon and Tangerine who were trying to pass by unnoticed.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Californian Dream (Pt. 03 of 11)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.9 K

Summary: Being part of one of the richest families of California doesn't mean you're happy. Your life is boring, and you're surrounded by meaningless people and their meaningless talk. Even during Summer, with the break you have from college, there's nothing good going on. Nothing but the new pool guy, Billy, the most handsome man you ever saw. You were successfully avoiding him, not wanting to act like an idiot in front of the guy until Billy accepts to be your date for a fancy gala you're forced to attend. The night was going well, even better when he sneaked you out to go to the beach. But a gang of criminals breaks into the party, kidnapping the heirs to the wealthiest families, which includes you. So, for your safety, your parents want you to stay with Billy, living in his apartment until the criminals are caught. And that could take weeks, maybe even months.

Warnings: Light violence

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Pandemonium

It takes a while to process what's going on. The explosion, the flames, the smoke. And the vans, the shooting. It feels like some kind of dream, something too far from reality to be understood. Yet, it's very real. You can tell by how cold you feel now, from your soaked dress glued on your legs, or maybe the wind, or perhaps what's happening not too far away. The chaos emerging from the place you were at only some minutes ago.

“We have to see what's–”

“Bad idea.” Billy grabs your arm, both of you getting down, the sand hurting your knees through the soft fabric of your dress. You barely feel his grip, eyes locked on the hotel, the smell of burned things reaching your nose. “Hey. We gotta get out of here. C'mon.” He starts pulling you with him, and you try to follow up the best you can given your state. The gunfires are loud, nonstop, persistent, and soon enough you can distinguish the yells too. Cries for help, probably.

“Billy, wait. My parents are there.” Resisting him, you try to make him stop, to head back there. “We have to–” Then, when you reach the sidewalk, you see it. Even from the distance, you can see people being dragged, violently pushed inside the back of the vans. You can't see their faces, but it's quite obvious now. “They're...”

“It's called kidnapping. Let's go.” You both set in motion again. Billy's grip on your arm slides down until he's holding your hand, but you don't mind. The only thing in your mind right now is that you don't want to be pushed into the back of any van. He let's go when you finally reach his car, thankfully parked far enough from the pandemonium, and he has no trouble maneuvering it and speeding away, a lot faster than on your way here.

Only when the noises are a distant echo you release a breath you didn't even know you were holding. Then, you start breathing fast, a hand on your heart as you close your eyes shut, trying to calm yourself down. That gotta be a mistake. A misunderstanding. You were supposed to be there. What would've happened if you and Billy were in there? Would you be shoved into those cars too?

“(Y/N).” He calls, and you give him a glance, your hair covering half of your sight. “You're hyperventilating. You have to slow down.”

“Ok, ok.” You mumble, trying to breathe in deeply and push the air out slowly. After doing that a few times, you feel tears in your eyes, wiping them away. “Where are you taking me?”

“My place.”

You were just about to complain, ask him why he isn't taking you home, where you should be to check if your parents are ok. But it makes sense. Your house may not be safe. “Alright.”

Billy doesn't slow down. He only stops in a small parking lot, beside a building. You don't know exactly where you are, so you just follow him through the sidewalk and into the building, upstairs for two or three floors until he's finally unlocking a door, gesturing for you to walk in. The first thing you notice is a TV, and you quickly make your way over it. “Can I put on the news channel?”

“Sure.”

Turning the TV on, you stop on the first news channel you find, and you immediately recognize the hotel. The reporter is by the fountain, and behind her, there is a lot of firemen, trying to put down the flames. But what gets your attention isn't the destruction, or whatever the woman is saying. Is the blood. You can see it staining the light gray rocks of the hotel's entrance. “Is that...”

“Sit down. C'mon.” Billy pulls you with him, forcing you to take a seat on his couch. Leaning forward, elbows on your knees, you bounce your leg, trying to bring some sense to what the reporter is saying.

“Thirteen of the heirs from the most important and wealthy families of California were taken on a violent, brutal action performed by masked men. According to witnesses, they came right after an explosion in the kitchens, surrounding the hotel and forcing everyone to lie down.” She makes a pause, looking at something behind the camera. “As they expertly picked up the kids one by one, some people were shot as they tried to keep them from taking their children.”

“What?” Gasping, you stand up abruptly, tears in your eyes again.

“The deceased are Mrs. Laurel Whayland, Mrs. Karen Garret, Miss Elena Williams, Mr. Harry Hench, and Miss Gisele Everline. Three more people were taken to the hospital but we still have no news about them.”

“Gisele is dead?” You mutter, tears rolling down. “I-I know those people, Billy. I know them.” Their faces start flashing in your mind, and despite you never being too fond of them, it still hurts.

“I'm sorry.” Billy stands up, and without thinking twice, you hug him, collapsing against his chest. With one hand around his midsection, you use the other to cover your mouth, trying to control the sobs shaking your body. You were supposed to be there. You would be taken, that's for sure. And maybe it would be your mother or father dead by now.

“If it weren't for you I'd be in there.” You cry, stepping away just enough to look at him. “I'd be who knows where now... Maybe even dead, like Gisele.” Gisele. You're superficial, redhead friend. She wasn't your confidant, she wasn't someone you could trust. But she was there, earlier today, playing volleyball on your pool, happy, smiling, breathing, living. Now she's gone.

“Calm down, alright?” Billy seems pretty shaken too, and that's when you notice it could have been him too.

“I-I'm sorry, Billy. I dragged you to that stupid party and if we waited just a little longer you would be in the middle of that mess because of me. I'm so sorry.” Speaking fast, you struggle not to sob again, your voice cracking. “If you died because of me I'd never forgive myself.”

“Alright, I need you to slow down, ok?” Again, Billy guides you to the couch, pulling you to seat down with him. “First of all, there was no way in hell you could've know something like that would happen.” He gestures at the TV, but your eyes are focused on him. “So don't blame yourself. I took you to the gala because I wanted to, you didn't drag me.”

“I–”

“It is now confirmed.” The reporter starts again, and both you and Billy stare at the screen. “The kidnappers left a tape, which is now with the police. Chances are they want a rescue, we just don't know how much yet.”

“This can't be happening.” You mutter, running a hand through your now messy hair. “I don't–”

The phone's loud ring makes you jump, a hand on your heart. “Let me answer that.” As he moves to answer the phone, you finally notice the living room and kitchen are an open space, and there's a small hall with two doors, one of them must be his bedroom. Billy speaks low, facing away from you, so you take the chance to pace around a little, wiping off more tears and trying to calm down, pushing the memory of the explosion and the shootings away.

You stop by the living door window, looking out, and you notice his apartment is only one block away from the beach, and you can see it from here, the moonlight reflecting on the water.

“(Y/N).” You mmediately turn around at the mention of your name. “It's your father. He wants to speak to you.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you walk over to the kitchen space. “My father has your number?”

“Company policy,” Billy says, handing you over the phone.

“Dad?” You say, more tears now threatening to roll down. “Are you ok? Is mom ok?”

“We're both alright. We're alright.” He starts, and you can hear your mother's voice in the back. “I need you to listen to me, and listen carefully, understood?”

“Yeah.”

“We know what those lowlives want. They'll ask for a rescue so high even the Whayland will have trouble paying. And they won't stop. There's nothing on the media yet, but they said it, out loud, that they'll go after the rest of the heirs. That includes you and some other kids too.” With a hand on your forehead, you turn around, finding Billy standing by the table, arms crossed. “I don't think the media will let it out because it'll cause more panic, but we know and we won't let anything happen to you.”

“What should I do then?” You inquire, staring at Billy.

“You'll stay there.” Your father explains, and a low, humorless laugh escapes your lips. He can't possibly think it's ok for you to stay here.

“Dad, that's crazy. I can't just–” Looking away from Billy, you lower your voice, trying not to let him listen. “I can't just ask Billy to stay here dad, this is his place and I don't want to–”

“I've already spoken to Billy and he agreed. Don't worry, he'll be well paid for this... Kindness. But it shouldn't be long. I'll put my men in the investigation. It may be just for some weeks.”

“Let me talk to her.” Your mother says, and soon enough you hear her voice through the phone. But after making sure you're ok, she goes on about the usual stuff. How well you should behave, mostly now, that you'll be living with an employee. And how Billy will be now serving you since he'll be paid for this ‘job’ once this is over. So you just listen, rolling your eyes more times than you can count, muttering a ‘yes’ or a ‘fine’ now and then. It goes on for several minutes until your father takes over, telling you to take care of yourself and hanging up.

Unable to believe what just happened, you put the phone down, slowly walking over to the table, not sure what the look on Billy's eyes means. “I'm sorry for... For this.”

“Your father just hired me for another job, that's all.” There's something on his tone you don't understand, but you don't think he'd answer if you ask.

What you know for sure is that this is a mess, a situation that's complicated for everyone. And of course you're not comfortable with this, having Billy forced to endure you at his place for... Weeks. “Billy, look... I had a nice time today. I had more fun in a couple of hours with you than I have with my friends. And I know this sucks but maybe we can make it work.” Drumming your fingers on the table, you avoid looking at him. “It can be a job, formal, and I can behave just like my mother told me over the phone or it can be an extension of that walk on the beach.”

“Alright.” He breathes out, and you feel a little relieved. “But this is nothing like your house, as you probably already noticed.”

Giving one more look around, you take in the simple kitchen, which is very well organized and clean. “I think your place is fine.” Billy scoffs, walking around the table. “What?”

“Come. There's only one bedroom and I guess it's yours for as long as you'll be staying here.”

“Absolutely not.” Exclaiming, you hesitate a little before following him through the small hall. “I can take the couch, it's no big deal.”

Billy opens the second door, gesturing for you to get inside. “It's small and plain, but I guess you'll manage to sleep just fine.” Billy's bedroom has faded blue walls, two windows, and a double bed set in between them. A wardrobe, a dresser, and a nightstand, on the right side of the bed. There are some posters on the wall, and you pace around, taking a look at them.

“It's cozy, I like it.” Turning on your heels to face him, you manage a small smile. “But I mean it. I'll take the couch. It's more than enough that you're being forced to have me in here.”

“What would your father say if he knew I was making his precious daughter sleep on the couch?”

“First of all, I don't think he has to know. And second, I don't care.” Shrugging your shoulders, you take a deep breath. “We can take turns then if you like.”

“Alright. Today is your turn, you need it more than me.”

“Yeah...” Reality kicks in, and you realize that for a moment you forgot why you're even here. “Can I take a shower? I mean, I'll have to sleep on this dress but...”

“I can give you some of my shirts if you don't mind.” When you nod, he moves to his dresser, searching for a while before handing you a dark blue shirt. “There's a bathroom there and another in the hall. But this one is bigger, so... You should use it.”

“Alright.” Hugging the shirt against your chest, you walk over to the bathroom.

“Use the green towel. Is clean and–”

“Thanks, Billy. I'll be alright.” Giving him one last glance, you walk in, locking the door behind your back.

When you're done, you stare in the mirror as you try to decide what to do with your dress. That's what you were thinking about for the thirty minutes you've been in the shower because you don't want to think about anything else. The explosion, the smoke, the people you know being held hostage... Gisele's death. The fact that it could've been you...

Taking a deep breath, you decide to throw the dress away, so you take it with you when you leave the bathroom, finding the bed made, with two pillows set on the edge. Leaving the dress folded on the dresser, you decide to lie down. You'll probably have nightmares, no doubt, but trying to stay awake won't last long since you're tired, very sleepy already. Tossing around to lie on your side, you hug the spare pillow.

You're almost falling asleep when the door is open, and so are your eyes, following Billy as he comes in. When his eyes meet yours he halts, seemingly surprised, a funny expression on his face that makes you chuckle. “What?” You ask in a low voice.

“Nothing, just... It's weird to have a girl on my bed.” He shrugs his shoulders, moving to look for something in his wardrobe.

“Uhm... I honestly doubt that.” It was Gisele who kept reminding you of Billy's behavior. Going so far as naming the girls he was seen with as if you knew any of them. As if she knew any of them. But the memory that made you so angry earlier, feels weird now. Empty, distant. “How many girls have already slept in this bed?”

“You're the first.” When he says that, you move to sit up straight, eyebrows furrowed. “I don't bring girls here.”

“Why?”

“Just an old rule of mine. There's no reason to let them in, they won't last.” Billy turns to face you, a hand holding blankets and a pillow as the other closes the wardrobe doors.

“And why don't they last?” The moment you ask, you regret it. “Nevermind. I'm just a little too curious.” Looking down at your hands, you blush. You're already invading his house, you can't invade his personal life too.

“Do you wanna sleep or do you wanna talk about my love life?” He scoffs, slowly making his way to the door. “Or the lack of it.”

“We're on the same boat then.” You giggle, running a hand through your hair and pushing back a yawn.

“You? That's something I don't believe, princess.”

Your head slows down at the pet name, and by the way Billy stops by the door, shifting his way from one leg to another, you can tell he's a bit surprised too. “Well... You know the options I have so...” Your mind quickly goes through the boys your mother and friends talk to you about. Some of them were kidnapped. But you push this thought back, not wanting to call in more bad dreams than you'll probably already have. “I'll die alone.”

“I'm sure your mother wants you to marry someone. Rich and powerful, of course.”

“Absolutely. So we can join our fortunes.” Kneeling on the bed, you give your voice a dramatic tone. “And make the family even richer and have very rich babies who will inherit more money than they could ever spend in a normal lifetime.” Rolling your eyes, you drop to the bed again, folding both legs beneath you. “Some shit like that.”

“But you always do what's expected of you. Your mother will end up pushing you into someone and you gave up arguing with her so...” Billy shrugs his shoulders, and you ask what this is. How exactly you got into this matter, and why is he making you see through the flaws of your existence. Damn, you're so sleepy. You're not thinking straight.

“I'd leave California before she forces me into it.” This certainty hits you like a brick, and you know you'll do it. You'll get your girly pink Cadillac, throw your luggage in the back, and drive away. “California never felt like home to me anyway.” You mutter, suddenly feeling empty. “I'll get some sleep now, Billy Hargrove. I'm done with opening my heart for today.” Not waiting for him to leave, you lie back down, pulling the blankets up. When you hear the door closing you take a deep breath, closing your eyes once again.

There's something about Billy. You've known some of your friends for many years, but you never spoke to them about the things you've spoken to Billy. He makes you feel different, like you're free to do and say the simple things you could never share with anyone else. Or maybe it's just the sleep taking over, you're not sure. But from all the people on Earth that you know, you're glad you got to do this with Billy. At least here you won't have to put on an act.

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Prompt 212! I hope it's a good one, but it's your writing so I'm sure it'll be fantastic! Congrats again on 500!! 💕😊💖 -opaldraws

@opaldraws yeah I’m also tagging your other blog, what about it 😌💕

212. “Did you just call to get off to my voice?”

Now, I haven’t written it a lot, but I absolutely L O V E phone sex fics, and for the sake of it, I’ve written this a bit into the future; not quiet a modern day au, but more of an... early 2000′s au, because I wanted them to have phones, but not something modern and smart, so for the sake of the prompt, imagine that they both have that super iconic Nokia 3310, you know exactly which one 😂😂🤣

Also this includes mechanic Billy, another of my favourite aus

Thank you again so much for prompting me, babe!!!! I think it’s fantastic, so, for your pleasure, 1.7k words, enjoy~

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Steve rolls around in sheets that still smell of Billy. He stretches out with a grunt, naked and lazy blissful, the clock on his side of the bed says 10:13 am, on a typical Tuesday morning. He rubs the sleep from his eyes and stares at a water stain in the corner of the ceiling, one which Billy claims that if you squint, it looks like a voluptuous woman. 

To think, three months they’ve lived here now, a shitty little one bedroom apartment down on mainstreet, walking distance from the workshop and Family Video, yet Billy insists every day on driving the camaro, revving the engine and showing off in front of his envious coworkers. 

Three months since they became official, three months since Neil kicked Billy out, three months since Steve’s father cut him out of the will. 

Three months they’ve spent every night together, yet, as Steve presses his face into Billy’s pillow, inhaling the musky scent of his sweat, he still yearns all the same as he did back in high school. The same old desperation and neediness fills him just at the mere thought of his boyfriend. And he’s hardly to blame, being naked in their bed, in their apartment. 

He breathes in deep again and sighs contentedly into the fabric, raising his hips to allow for a hand to slip beneath, fingers grazing gently across hardening flesh.

Their schedules don’t always align, Billy being off on weekends, Steve on, leaving the poor brunette home alone Tuesdays and Thursdays. And he misses him already, as needy and pathetic and clingy as that might be, making him anxious and doubtful, but Billy calls it cute and sweet and that, “I miss you, too, baby,” so maybe someday Steve will learn that this kind of behaviour and thought is ok when you’re in love, and won’t get pushed away for it.

Billy never pushes him away, no he holds him, kisses him, loves him. Tells him every day with the sweetest kisses. In the mornings when they’re rushing off to work because they stayed in bed for too long. In the evening when they’re cooking dinner and eating together by the little round table. In the night when they’re pressed together soft and slow, rough and fast, skin on skin on skin.

Steve closes his hand around his full dick and strokes at a far too slow pace, enjoying the pleasant sparks that spread around his lower abdomen and thighs, not enough for release, but enough for him to moan lightly into Billy’s pillow. He runs his other arm beneath it to hug it tighter against his face, wishing to be as close to Billy as he can right now.

God he really needs Billy right now… Billy Billy Billy… If he closes his eyes and focuses hard enough, he can almost imagine that it’s Billy’s hand stroking him now, calloused and worn from work, strong and firm, he tightens his grip, thrusting into his fingers with jittery and impatient hips.

He turns his head to look at his phone on the bedside table, thinking, tempted to call. And he only really wastes a few brief seconds convincing himself, before he’s reaching for it with his free hand, the motion of his other hand becoming lackadaisical as he finds Billy’s phone number on his phone.

The ringing like a drum solo, his heart beating hard and loud in tact. 

“Hey honey,” Billy says with a voice pure with adoration, and Steve’s heart calms down immediately, feeling his dulcet tone embrace his heart.

“You’re up early,” he teases.

“Yeah, I…” Steve trails off, not really sure what to say, just really wanted to listen to Billy talk. “H-how’s work?”

“Oh you won’t believe what I’m looking at!” the eagerness in his voice palpable, “This old couple comes in with the most gorgeous Cadillac from the 70s! Says they’re taking retirement ‘on the road’, but it’s been sputtering an awful lot lately, so now,” he pauses for the sake of dramatic effect, “I get to clean this old gals engine! New spark plugs, cleaning the carburetor, and an oil change on the house.”

Even if Steve doesn’t know what any of that really means, he gets a near second-hand thrill from how excited Billy is. Also it paints a perfect picture, Billy with his jumpsuit tied around his waist because he loves to show off those arms, covered in oil and grease and sweat, the dirty, white tank top, hair tied back.

There’s a longer pause before Billy asks, “What are you up to?” something in his tone that might imply he knows exactly what Steve’s doing.

“I-I’m still in bed,” Steve responds with all the self-control he has, albeit not a lot of it.

“Oh yeah?” Billy’s voice deep and raspy all of a sudden. “And what are you doing in bed? Because it doesn’t sound like you’re sleeping.”

Steve rolls on to his back and looks down at where his prick has started leaking; the pre helping with the dryness as he swipes his thumb over the head. 

“Come on, princess,” Billy drawls when there’s no response, “Tell me what you’re doing.”

“I-I- ahh…” Steve moans gingerly before biting down on his lip. “I’m touching myself.”

“Thinking about anyone in particular?”

The obvious answer being, “You.”

His phone nearly vibrates when Billy chuckles like rolling thunder. “So… did you just call to get off to my voice?”

“Yes,” Steve says without a filter, lust slowly pulling him apart as he jerks a bit faster to the sensuous tone of Billy.

“That’s awfully naughty of you.”

A breathless, “Fuck,” escapes him as he screws his eyes shot to picture Billy again.

“Calling me like this, in the middle of my work day… Do you know how hard that makes me? Listening to you pant and moan like that? Making it impossible to focus on my work, baby.”

He leans into the phone, moans a bit louder, unadulterated, let’s out a slight, “Billy…”

And Billy laughs. “Oh that’s so unfair, you saying my name like that when I can’t do anything about it. When I come home later, I’m gonna fuck you so good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The echo of a lock comes through the phone and Steve blinks open.

“What are you doing?”

Next he hears just a light clink of a belt.

“I’m in the employees bathroom, taking a break. You didn’t think I’d just let you get off on your own, did you? Don’t be so selfish.”

“Billy, are you-”

“I am,” he sighs with satisfaction - a roughness to the edge of his voice.

A sigh and insinuation that gives Steve all the right clues for the perfect picture of Billy, sitting with his legs spread out, cock out through the hole in his boxers to stroke it, making Steve’s own kick and drip more. He slides further down their bed as he raises his hips into his fist, closing his eyes again to focus on Billy’s breathing, his words.

“Mmmh, when I get off from work, when I get home in 4 hours, you better be naked, waiting for me as I step through the door.”

Steve imagines it just so, listening to Billy like he’s being told a story- a promise. 

“We won’t make it to the bedroom - I can’t wait that long to touch you again.”

“Billy,” he whines and runs his hand a bit too fast, chasing an all too soon release.

“I’m gonna have you bent over the dining table, eating you out till you’re begging me to finger you open. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, pretty boy?”

“Yes, yes, oh fuck-” 

Each word sending static shivers through his entire being, making him buck his hips harder, thrusting with abandon into the whimsical motion of his hand. He presses the phone between his face and the pillow, to allow his left hand the freedom to go down, squeezing his balls tenderly, pressing and massaging his taint beneath.

“God, shit- arrh- listen to you, princess, so obedient and willing… Getting so wet just from my voice, hmmm…” his deep, carnal humming vibrates through the phone. “And once you’re all stretched out and ready from four of my fingers, I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll be on the verge of tears, all sensitive from my big cock.”

“Please, Billy,” he whines, oh so close, the fuse burning quickly at the speed of his hand.

“Fuck I love it when you say my name like that, all needy and horny and pliant, begging for me to pound your ass, fuck- ah-”

“Billy,” Steve whines and really milks it for all it’s worth, drawing it out into a full moan. “Billy I’m so close.”

“Let me hear you cum, baby,” Billy growls out, rugged with laboured breathing.

“God, fuck- fuck, a-ah-” And Steve doesn’t keep quiet, opens wide as he arches his back, lifts his hips high into the air as he pumps himself with fervor, cum spurting from his throbbing cock and onto his chest, a splash reaching his throat from the raised angle. Billy has, on numerous occasions, called it “pornographic,” says that Steve gives a better performance, riding on his dick, than any of the actors on tape.

Billy grunts and groans on the other end, struggling to keep his own euphoria down no doubt, but it is clear to Steve that his boyfriend is right there with him, and listening to him cum gives him a deep rooted thrill, an incredible sense of satisfaction that can almost rival his own orgasm.

They pant and gasp for air together, Billy sounding more like he’s been diving too deep for too long, but chuckles all the same.

“Mmmmh glad you called, bambi,” he hums deep and satisfied and happy.

A joy that brings such elation to Steve’s own heart.

“Me, too,” he laughs back, short and utterly exhausted. He could absolutely go for a nap now.

“Now, you have…” a pause as Billy no doubt looks at his wristwatch, “three hours and about twenty minutes to get cleaned up, regain your energy, and drink lots of water, because when I get home, I’m gonna have to punish you for this.”

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Right in front of me | SamBucky

Summary - Sam gets injured, Bucky panics

Warnings - Angst, fluff, Blood, wound and none descriptive fight scene, Swears, Unconscious body, Mentioned of knife, stitching a wound with dental floss, Bullshit medical procedures (seriously.. is it obvious idk what I'm talking about?), bleeding trough bandages

He should have known.

Bucky should have known once he saw the shiny glint of the knife appear in the guy's hand.

Bucky should have warned Sam that he had a knife. But he didn't.

He didn't because he got distracted by one of the partners trying to punch him.

And he doesn't even remember who they were fighting; he just knows that one second Sam is fighting unaware of the knife and the next he's bleeding.

And it's awful.

It's awful because Sam wasn't wearing his Captain America suit. The one made of vibranium specifically for him so that stuff like this wouldn't happen.

And the groans that leave Sam's lips are going to haunt Bucky's nightmares for eternity. He knows it will.

But he can't do anything. Not now.

Not when there are still two guys to deal with. And Sam can put pressure on the wound on his own. He can do that.

And Bucky just barely manages to dodge a punch from someone, he was too focused on Sam he needs to get his mind back to the fight.

So, Bucky forces himself to ignore Sam's groans. Forces himself to ignore the bright red blood that was starting to seep through Sam's finger. And he fights.

He manages to wrestle the knife from someone's hand and stabs them. It's not going to kill them. He doesn't do that anymore. But it will hurt and leave him unable to fight. And that's what he needs.

Bucky scans his surroundings-- pretending that his eyes don't linger just a second too long on Sam-- and the other guy is nowhere in sight.

Coward.

He's a coward, he left his partner there writhing on the floor in pain.

And Bucky ignores the guy screaming in anguish, that would probably haunt him but right now all he can focus is on Sam.

Sam who's leaning against the wall with blood dribbling down his lips. Soft groans escaping his lips.

"Shit, Sam," Bucky whispered, he moved Sam's hands away from the wound and peeled the blood-soaked t-shirt from his stomach.

Sam winced, "Buck," Sam whispered breathlessly.

"Put pressure on it," Bucky's eyes were unmoving. They stayed fixated on Sam's stomach, watching as his abs flexed and unflexed continuously due to the intense pain.

Sam placed his hands over the wound, biting back a hiss, "wha're you doing?"

Bucky took off his jacket, ripping apart the sleeves, "What does it look like? Not like we can call an ambulance while undercover,"

Sam stared at Bucky through his half-lidded eyes, "could," Sam let out a shaky breath.

Bucky ignored Sam. He had to. Had to ignore the pained whispers and the way he tried to pull away from Bucky's hands as he started to apply pressure on the wound.

Because if Bucky acknowledged that the blood on his palms was Sam's, Bucky won't be able to stop himself. He won't be able to stop himself from shaking, trembling. While his mind supplied him with so many outcomes where Sam doesn't survive this.

And he can't do that.

Not when Sam needed him.

Expertly Bucky tied the jacket around Sam's middle, keeping extra pressure on the front, "We're going to stand up, come on,"

Bucky placed one of Sam's arms over his shoulder.

"Bucky-" Sam heaved out, a broken cough wrenching its way out of his throat, "wha' bout 'im," Sam's eyes, filled with tears, glanced behind Bucky. Where he left the guy bleeding out.

"Sam, he stabbed you, and you're bleeding out. Right now I could give less of a shit about him," Bucky slowly lifted Sam, keeping his vibranium arm secure around Sam's waist. Bucky waited a few minutes. "He won't die," was all that Bucky could come up to say as he felt the guilt in his chest get impossibly bigger.

Sam lowered his head, Bucky supposed it was meant to be a nod or well he took it as one.

And they started walking.

Left. Right. Left. Right.

Bucky kept eyeing the floor, making sure their feet were synchronized.

"Buck," Sam wheezed out, "I, I can't"

Even with such a short sentence, it took Sam way too much effort to utter out. Wordlessly Bucky nodded and slowly helped Sam sit on the pavement, his back against a lamp pole.

"God, what am I going to do?" Bucky muttered.

Sam closed his eyes, the harsh light causing his headache to worsen, "be'ind you,"

"Don't close your eyes dammit,"

Bucky was panicking. The adrenaline wore off and even the soreness in his muscles couldn't stop him from being terrified.

Terrified that Sam would die, bleeding out in a no-name street at night.

Sam slowly, with strength he felt he didn't have, opened his eyes. Squinting at the blurry figure he knew to be Bucky, "behind you,"

Bucky threw a glance over his shoulder. Barely paying attention to what he saw.

Bucky paused. And did a double-take. Behind him, a couple of feet away, there was a small convenience store.

Bucky stood up from the squat, and turned around, "Sam, It’s going to be quick, I swear. Just don't close your eyes,"

"I won't," Sam whispered.

"Promise me,"

"I promise," Sam let out another wet cough, his back slumping down even further against the pole.

Bucky nodded, "yeah, just wait here,"

He knew it was a stupid thing to say. It wasn't like Sam could leave, he could barely even keep his eyes open. But it helped calm Bucky down.

Even if just a little bit.

Bucky quickly walked over to the other street, throwing glances over his shoulder making sure Sam was okay,

Opening the window door, the bell letting out a little jingle, he sent a tight-lipped smile towards the half-asleep cashier. He quickly walked around the store scanning the shelves for what he needed.

Alcohol. Floss. Needles. Bandages. Pain killers. Disinfectant wipes. Scissors.

Bucky reached out with his hand and grabbed the Alcohol, only to pull his hand back almost immediately.

Blood.

Not just any blood Sam's.

Sam's blood was staring right back at him. Laughing in his face.

In his rush, he had forgotten he still had Sam's blood on his hands. Bucky swallowed down the bile that was threatening to come up and grabbed the alcohol ignoring how it felt slippery under his grip.

As quickly as he could Bucky grabbed every single thing that he needed. And some extras just in case.

He walked-- jogged-- over to the counter and threw a crumpled fifty-dollar bill. It was probably too much. He didn't care. Bucky exited the store and ran over to Sam.

"Hey," Sam mumbled, his face covered in a sheen coat of sweat and blood, "Took you long enough,"

Bucky nodded, carefully he started removing his blood-soaked jacket from Sam's stomach, "sorry," Bucky whispered, avoiding looking up to Sam's eye.

"It’s okay," Sam slurred, his hands twitching against his sides, "it’s okay, okay,"

And Bucky realized Sam was trying to convince himself that he was going to be okay.

"You're going to be okay," Bucky looked up and, finally, met Sam's half-lidded gaze. His eyebrows were scrunched up with wrinkles forming around the corner and his lips, which were coated in a thin coat of cherry red blood, were slightly opened letting out pained gasps.

"This isn't my first time doing it," Bucky whispered, looping the dental floss through the needle, "This is going to hurt a shit ton,"

That was the only warning he gave Sam before he carefully inserted the needle into his skin.

Sam's hand shot up and dripped onto Bucky's shoulder, his calloused fingers digging harshly onto Bucky's skin, "shit,"

Bucky as quickly as he could-- while trying not to hurt Sam-- finish tending to Sam's wound.

And this wasn't ideal.

He was using his right hand to handle the needle. His shaking hand. His vibranium arm would have been so much better, but he can't use it. If he did he would have ended up hurting Sam even more.

And he can't have that.

"Alright, it’s done," Bucky let out a sigh of relief, he let the needle drop onto the ground.

Sam let a pained smile graze his face, " 'anks,"

Bucky nodded as he grabbed the alcohol, "this is going to hurt,"

He poured the alcohol into the cap and spilled it over the wound. Sam's stomach clenched and the pad of his fingers dug even deeper into Bucky's bone.

Some of the blood got washed away by the alcohol revealing the lovely dark brown-colored skin that Bucky always loved to admire.

"Don't-" Sam heaved out as Bucky started opening the bandages.

"I have to,"

Sam shook his head, his teeth were biting onto his bottom lip, "hurts too much,"

"It'll get infected, and we have to walk to the motel," Bucky met Sam's gaze.

Sam stared at Bucky, his eyes normally so beautiful now dark as every single inch of him was consumed in pain. And he whispered out, "Buck," It was a plea.

A wish.

One he couldn't give to him.

But he could give him something else.

Bucky grabbed the bottle he had thrown onto the ground, the pills inside of it clinking together, "It won't stop the pain entirely, but it'll help,"

A compromise.

Bucky watched Sam's unreadable face. Watched as his eyes glazed over from the overwhelming pain, and his hand kept tightening over his shoulder. And Sam looked at Bucky until he gave a barely-there nod.

Bucky fished the water bottle he had bought and passed two pills to Sam.

Sam could care less that the pills had some of his blood on them. He just needed to feel something else than this burning pain deep within his body.

Bringing a shaky hand up to his face he threw the pills into his mouth. Dry swallowing them.

"Sam?" Bucky asked, showing the bottle to Sam, but Sam just shook his head and closed his eyes.

"Just do it,"

Bucky nodded, “Tell me if I hurt you,” Bucky with swift hands wrapped the bandage around Sam’s middle. Ignoring the few curse words that slipped Sam’s mouth. Ripping off a piece of tape, he placed it on the bandages making sure they were tight enough but not too tight that it aggravated Sam’s injury even further.

Bucky lowered Sam’s shirt onto the gauze, muttering a small apology as Sam winced.

“God, stay here. There’s no way in hell you’re going to be able to walk with that stab wound,” Bucky stood up, the muscles of his back protesting the sudden shift.

“What are you going to do?” Sam slurred, slumping his head back against the pole revealing the long column of his neck covered in a mixture of sweat, tears, and grime.

“Getting us a ride. Just don’t fall asleep, please,”

Bucky walked over to one of the parked cars. He hasn’t done this since he went to Wakanda, but it’s gotta be like riding a bike right?

Once you learn you never forget it.

Eyeing his surroundings-- letting his gaze linger on Sam for just a few seconds once again-- he smashed the car window with his left arm. Broken pieces of glass fell onto the seat and sidewalk. He threw the few pieces that were on the seat onto the floor and slid into it.

His hand reached blindly under the dashboard, there was a time where Bucky could have done this without thinking twice about it. Could have done this while focusing on the task at hand ignoring his surroundings while simultaneously being hyper-aware of them.

Bucky grabbed the two cables and cut off their ends. Getting started on hot wiring the car.

Maybe he should feel guilty that he’s stealing an innocent person’s car-- he wouldn’t be surprised if the car was the cashier’s-- just like he should have felt guilty about leaving the man writhing in pain on the floor.

But he doesn’t.

Not when all of his emotions are focusing on Sam. He knows once Sam is okay he'll feel the guilt, feel the slow torture of it filling up his heart.

But right now the certain guilt he had to learn to live with has been eaten. Overcome by a much bigger and scarier monster. And maybe if Bucky had a word for that feeling he wouldn’t be scared of it so much.

But he doesn’t.

He doesn’t have a word for it and it’s terrifying because this isn’t the first time he has felt this. It isn’t the first time because he remembers feeling it when Steve left. Feeling like his one constant in life was gone. And he was lost.

But it’s so different.

It isn’t like the fear he felt when he had fallen to his death. And it isn’t like the confusion he felt when he saw Steve after years of being tortured.

 

And this feeling. This new feeling was blinding Bucky. Was making him see stuff that wasn’t there. Was making him see Sam lying dead on the floor with a pool of his blood.

And that was dangerous.

So dangerous.

Bucky glanced back towards Sam once he got the car running.

It would be easier if he drove the car closer to Sam, so that’s what he did.

Once he was close enough he let the car running and got out. His eyes immediately found Sam’s slumped form.

“Sam?” Bucky was panicking.

Sam’s eyes were fully closed, and even though his chest was rising and falling erratically that didn’t stop the panic from spreading.

"Sam?" Bucky shouted, kneeling next to his unconscious body.

Sam twitched.

But he still didn't open his eyes.

"Shit," Bucky mumbled. This couldn't get any worse.

Bucky curled his arm around Sam's knees and picked him up bridal style. Letting out a soft groan.

Making sure not to hurt Sam more than he already was, he opened the back door-- after a bit of struggling-- and laid Sam on the seat.

Bucky threw a glance at the opened supplies that he'd thrown on the floor. He considered leaving them but decided against it.

Quickly picking up the stuff from the floor he jogged over to the driver seat. Throwing everything in his hands onto the passenger's side, hearing a soft thud as the alcohol bottle rolled onto the floor.

And he drove.

He drove down the dark isolated streets illuminated by the car's headlights.

His gaze kept switching back and forth between the road and the backseat. Bucky was scared. Scared that if he stopped looking at Sam for even one second he would stop breathing.

Bucky had lost everyone close to him. He couldn't lose Sam too.

Not when Sam had somehow made his way into Bucky's guarded heart and broke down every single one of his walls. Took away his armor and left it on the floor to rust. Took every single defense that Bucky had built and left him standing in front of him bare. Defenseless. Revealing every single secret, every single fear, that he had tried so hard to hide.

And it's funny because as much as Bucky liked to say that he hated Sam. That he was only with him since he had nothing better to do. There was nowhere else he'd rather be.

At some point, the shield had been his only family. His only sense of security. But now in some way Sam had become family-- and so had Sarah, Aj, Cass, and every single person that lived in Delacroix that somehow knew Sam-- and he accepted him.

Accepted him despite his past-- and his hideous hair as Sam liked to say-- and Bucky doesn't know what he'll do without him.

Doesn't know if he'll survive.

The sounds of clothes ruffling together and a pained whimper echoed from the Backseat. Bucky licked his chapped lips and threw a glance at the rear window.

"Sam?" Bucky asked as he saw him struggling to sit up.

" 'm fine," Sam said, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes shut tightly together in pain.

"You don't look fine," Bucky retorted, somehow managing to keep his eyes on the road and not turn around completely and stare at Sam.

Sam hummed, and as the rustling began to grow louder Bucky threw a glance towards the back. And his heart, which had felt lighter once he heard Sam wake up, got tighter.

"Sam, shit, your bandages," Bucky exclaimed, his eyes not once leaving the slowly spreading blood against the white gauze.

Bucky shifted his gaze from Sam towards the dark road, looking for a place to pull over.

Sam peered down at his stomach through half-lidded eyes, " 'ust be why it 'urts," He slurred.

"Don't move," Bucky demanded, his voice stern, even though it felt like his insides were being filled up with water and he was drowning in it.

"Wasn't planning on to," Sam lifted his gaze and dark brown eyes met icy cold blue ones through the rear window, "I'm 'ine,"

Bucky shook his head and pulled the car over to a small clearing, "You probably popped one of the stitches, somehow,"

"Somehow," Sam mocked as a wet cough tore its way out of his throat, "you used floss,"

"It always worked fine with me,"

Sam even though the pain managed to glare at Bucky. Although it didn't have the effect he wanted considering not a second later he shut his eyes tightly as the pounding pain in his abdomen distracted him.

Bucky got out of the car, barely paying attention to his surroundings; the only thing on his mind right now was Sam.

He wrenched the back door open meeting Sam's semi startled eyes.

" 'hat the car do to you?" Sam asked, tilting his head back onto the seat.

[love-toxin]

In your opinion, who are the top 5 in class 1A to love to cuddle their s/o whether the s/o wants it or not?

the formatting may be weird, i'm on mobile. but i like this idea. it was very interesting to think about. hopefully i can touch on some other 1-a yanderes again.

1.) Izuku Midoriya

Number one is Izuku. Delusional, touch-starved, and obsessed, there's no chance of getting away without some touching from him, whether it's wanted or not. His kisses are stifling, his hugs bone-crushing, and cuddling with him is like being smothered, and the worst part is how happy and innocent he seems while he's forcing his affection upon you. And, if you're not fond of him putting his hands all over you, then don't try and get it over with by giving him a hug back, or relaxing into his kisses--reciprocating his love will only make it that much harder for him to pull away. And honestly, he's not really trying to resist in the first place--why would he, when he's with the person he loves?

2.) Eijirou Kirishima

Kirishima would be the second. He's so painfully delusional, he'd think he'd be doing you wrong by not holding, kissing, and cuddling you ninety percent of the time. If you push him away, he'll be hurt and might stay away for a little bit. But he'll come crawling back in no time at all, pleading and bargaining with you to let him hold you, just for a little while, and whimpering about how much he loves you. If you try to push back more...well, his patience can't last forever. He could always afford to be tougher on you, anyways--besides, it's best for you to learn early on how to please the one you'll be with forever.

3.) Mina Ashido

Mina loves you the most in the whole world, so it's just natural for her to snuggle you whenever possible, and constantly have her hands on you at every opportunity. Try and wriggle away, and she'll just squeeze tighter, and tighter, and tighter still...and she won't ever let go, not even if you beg and cry so sweetly for her to loosen up. She's only showing you how much she loves you, it's your fault that she ended up breaking bones--maybe if you didn't squirm so much, you wouldn't have another 'accident'. But don't fret, she's not so cruel--she'll heal you with hugs and kisses, and maybe next time you'll be grateful enough not to push your wonderful girlfriend away.

4.) Hanta Sero

Sero is the only one who should be able to touch you, so he has to make sure you get enough affection to thrive. He isn't as obsessively touchy, but he does expect you to accept his kisses, and reciprocate if he gives you a hug or holds your hand. You're going to have to sit on his lap on occasion too, especially while he's at the computer or you're watching television together. Even if you go as far as to fight him about it, you'll be forcefully swaddled up and kept close to his chest regardless, with his tape or without. It's obvious that you don't truly understand what's best for you, so it'll just be a matter of showing you how much he cares for you...and if you have to spend the first few months being bound and taped up, with only his affections to comfort you, then that's certainly not the worst way to learn.

5.) Ochako Uraraka

Uraraka would like to give you your space, and try to let you ease into your new routines at your own pace, and to her credit she has pretty good self-control--but sometimes she just simply can't help herself, and will squeeze you in her arms until you're sure you'll suffocate. Most of the time, honestly, it can't really be all that bad. Her cuddles are gentle, and only on rare occasions will she hug you enough for it to hurt. But if you're making a scene and yelling at her to get off, or pushing her away, or trying to hurt her--well, then drastic measures need to be taken. Maybe you'll be floating in the air upside-down for hours, or she'll keep the food locked away and the water scarce for a while. She'll despise doing it to you, but it'll all be worth it in the end--when that dream of you snuggling up to her in bed, or giving her a kiss when she gets home comes true...all of this struggle will be worth it.