#just didn't think to state it like I did Vincent's

[chestertophat]

Dead Plate Vincent x male Reader

You are planning to ask a question that might make how you feel obvious, but at this point you don’t care. Even with the blowup he had you still want to ask him, but it just made you even more nervous, because you're not even sure if he likes men. And worse, what if he doesn't want you around him, if he hates you after?! All these what ifs are freaking you out but you need to know, you've had these feelings for far too long, they are no longer pleasant, they cause you anxiety because they won't go away, they are always there and you can’t get the chief out of your head. As you sheepishly step outside, you swallow the lump in your throat, trying to gain the courage to just ask if he is single, but alas, your anxiety had other plans. As you sweat bullets and your head goes blank you stand like an idiot in front of the man you love with your whole soul. 

As you stand there panicking internally, chief Vincent, the most beautiful man you have ever seen, a charismatic man with a mean sense of humor and a dangerous temper that is unseen by the public eye, is standing there waiting for you to speak, while also trying to get rid of the anger from a few minutes earlier. “H-hay, Vincent..?” “What do you want?” he said without missing a beat, but quickly regretting it when he saw the flicker of fear in your eyes. You glance at the door, the ground, trying to look anywhere but his frustrated eyes in an attempt gone vain to calm yourself down.

You try to mutter out a sentence that will help you in this situation to not make yourself look like a fool in front of him. “A-are you… ok?” he looked surprised you even asked that, you personally think that that poor cook should be asked this, but you had panicked so much you had even forgotten about the confession Rody had talked you into. He had stared for a few seconds, looked away and stated that he was fine, he was just upset at the cook’s incompetence, and that you had no reason to be afraid of him. “Well… i-it not that i'm scared of you, i-it’s just… nevermind, i just wanted to see if you were ok!” you smiled a bit before leaving, seeing Rody waiting for you as you stepped in. “Hey! Hey! How did it go? Did he smile? Did he kiss you? Did he-""I didn't even ask.” you blurt out, feeling oddly intimidated when you see the gears turning in the ginger’s head.

“Really?” you feel like you're shrinking. You nodded slowly. He just hms, and proceeds to walk past you, gently nudging you out of the way. “No. wait- Rody please!” you say, getting more panicked with each word that slips out of your mouth. “Listen Y/N, I can’t handle to see my best friend of 3 days torture himself by letting the love of his life slip through his fingers, you want him and I can see that, just stay here and listen let me handle the rest.” you felt yourself turn into a hurricane on the inside, after he walked out of the door, you listened to the conversation the best you could from the inside, but you could only hear the tones. You felt your heart drop when you heard Rody say “are you single? I'm asking for a friend!” a bit too loudly.

The anxiety got worse when you couldn’t tell the difference with Vincent's tone. You loved how mysterious he can be, but right now it’s causing you nothing but the want for the earth to claim you early. As you heard Rody’s footsteps getting closer to the door you backed away so you didn’t get hit with it. Rody stepped in to see you stiff as a board, and gave you a soft smile that made you feel a little less scared of what could come next. You may have only known him for 3 days, but he made working here a little more enjoyable during work hours. As he walked past you, you noticed that Vincent followed behind him, and then panicked all over again, and your dear friend noticed this and patted you on the shoulder which may or may not have outed you then and there. Rody you dumbass.

Just as you thought would happen, Vincent took notice of this simple yet significant gesture, and walked up to you. You felt the air get caught in your throat and was daming your friend for his caring nature but not really meaning it. He had his arms crossed with an unreadable expression on his face. “We need to talk somewhere private, meet me in my office after your shift is over.” ok, it could be worse. He didn't seem mad, but he didn’t seem necessarily happy either. Oh shit oh shit shit shitshitshit-

“Hay it’ll be fine! I'd say that coming from him it’s pretty promising!” Rody confidently stated with that optimistic smile. “Shoosh Rody, I think I know what to expect, I've worked here longer anyway…” Rody did his best to console you when you both got a free moment, but you're completely sure that you’re facing a rejection by the end of the shift. You kept a smile on though because customers can’t see how miserable you feel, that would just be unprofessional.

By the end of the shift you did as you were told and went to the office, knocking before you walked in out of respect. You had an anxiety spike as you stood under his gaze, but this time it wasn’t as harsh, it almost seemed more welcoming and felt kinder. “There you are, you were nearly late.” you expected him to respond like that, he's pessimistic. “I know, but it’s better than not showing up at all.” he nodded in agreement, and continued. “So, Rody told me what I assume is what you were initially going to tell me.” you shyly nodded, feeling more vulnerable than you have in awhile.

He walked over to you and had the tiniest bit of blush that if you weren't so close you would have never noticed. Your face is a rosy shade of red, and you feel yourself burning up while trying to keep composure and failing. He’s only just mentioned the elephant in the room and you've already become a flustered mess. “I just wanted to ask you about it, but..” he leaned so close your noses were touching. “I think I already have my answer.” he says in a hushed voice and an almost seductive smile. You trail your hands up his chest and rest them on his shoulders, looking into his eyes. You glanced at his lips, and quickly closed the gap. As the heavenly kiss went on, things were getting a bit messy and felt a bit too fast, so you pulled away to catch your breath. 

“Is everything ok?” you nodded with a grin. “Yes, this is perfect..” he wrapped his arms around you, as you laid your head on his shoulder, with a deep sigh, feeling content with where you have found yourself.

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This is the first thing I've posted in who knows how long, I hope you guys like it!

[mickeyswhore]

Runaway

Request: hello! ive been having MAJOR house of wax/vincent brainrot....im wondering if you can do a vincent sinclair small fic? or something like that, im not used to fic terms,,,,,, it can be anything you want to write abt :3

A/N: Vincent Sinclair is so pookie, having brainrot about him is so valid and I totally get you, I hope you like it, let me know. 🫶

Summary: After suffering a mental breakdown, you decide to go on a road trip. You stumble upon a small town called Ambrose, and things escalate from there.

Vincent Sinclair x Reader

Warnings: just your run of the mill murder mentions, nothing much and dark undertones, this was low key fluffly.

GIF by @coppoladelrey

After you had a mental breakdown for being too overworked, you decided to go on a road trip so you can relax and just see new places. You avoided the highways because driving on those was extremely depressing so you were in country roads, now you were in Louisiana. It was hot and you were so thankful for your A/C being so powerful.

You decided to stop in a small town that you stumbled upon, it was around 1:00 PM and it was time to get more snacks and water, you parked your car in front of the small shop and you left the car. When you tried to enter the shop, it was locked. You found it odd since it was 24 hours, but you decided to wait to open again, you were in no rush so you decided to wait in your car.

Losing track of time playing games on your phone, you heard someone knocking at your window, you yelled and put your hand on your chest. You looked and you saw a man in a suit, you smiled tightly at him and left the car to be able to talk to him.

“You alright, sugar?” Bo thought it was extremely odd that not even Lester was able to see where you were coming from.

“Yeah, just passing by. I needed to buy some snacks for the journey, but it seems to be closed.” You pointed at the shop and Bo smiled at you.

“I think the owner had to leave for a few hours, you’re than welcomed to wait. But you shouldn’t in the car, come on I’ll walk you around the city, we have a wax museum that’s really cool. I’m Bo, by the way.” He raised his hand for you to shake and you did, you also introduced yourself.

The two of you walked towards the museum, and Bo kept asking questions such as why you were travelling, where you were heading and why you were by yourself. You didn't like the fact that he was almost interrogating you but you tried to keep your answers to a minimum. You weren’t to divulge the state of your mental health for this trip to be possible, you didn't resent Bo, you simply blamed it on southern hospitality so you remained pleasant and polite.

“Here we are, I have the keys to it so I can show you around.” Bo opened the door and allowed you to enter before him and he started telling the story about the museum. “Trudy was the woman that started it all, she had great talent we try to keep her legacy alive.” You looked at the the wax figures and they’re amazing, you’ve never seen anything like this before.

“It’s beautiful, who’s the current artist?” You asked whilst still looking at the statues, it was like nothing you’ve ever seen in your life before.

“His name is Vincent.” Bo informed you, he was watching you admiring Vincent’s work with genuine wonder and that made him smile.

“I’d love to meet him.” That was the only outcome for you, meeting the genius behind these sculptures, you felt a connection with him even though you have no idea who he is.

“He’s, well how do you say it? A recluse?” Bo explained to you and the way you deflated made his heart clench, why was he so affected by your sadness? He already looked at you with this sense of protection, he didn't want to kill you, it was strange.

“That’s a pity, it would be great to meet him.” You looked so sad, and Bo couldn’t have that. Vincent would kill him but if it was a bad idea Vincent was going to kill you anyway.

“Well, he lives down here. You can try to talk to him, can’t make any promises though.” Bo showed you the way and so you did, it was dark and you could tell that candles were lit.

Vincent was freaking out, why would Bo do this? Vincent didn't want to kill you at all, and you seemed very interested in his art. Ever since you and Bo entered the museum, Vincent was admiring you and he wanted to make you his muse.

“Hello? Vincent? I was looking at your art and it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I’d love to meet you if you want.” The hope in your voice was the most amazing thing for Vincent, you were so respectful and you loved his art Vincent’s heart was skipping a beat, he wanted to get to know you but you would scream and run away as soon as you saw him. “I hope you can hear me, your art is amazing.” Vincent took a deep breath and showed in your field of vision and he couldn’t even look up to your face of disgust.

“Hi! I’m so glad to meet you, Bo said that you were more of an introvert so it’s an honour.” You got close to him and raised your hand to shake Vincent’s, he reluctantly raised his and looked at you and you had the biggest smile Vincent has ever seen. He didn't say anything and you assumed that he was a man of few words. “Well, I think that I should leave you be. You’re probably very busy and I didn't mean to intrude, so I should get going.” Vincent started panicking, he didn't want you to leave.

Vincent grabbed your arm and guided you to one of his almost finished figure, you were admiring Vincent’s work and he was admiring you, your eyes, your cheeks, your complexion. He didn't want you to leave, and he didn't want you to die, he needed you.

“That’s amazing, Vincent. Thank you for showing me this.” You put your hand in his arm and smiled at him warmly, you couldn’t deny that his shy nature drew you in. You wanted to learn more about him, maybe you could stay a bit longer in this town. Vincent nodded and in a bold move, he put his hand on top of yours. “I hope that you can say yes, but totally alright if you don’t…would you like to go out for a cup of coffee with me?” You internally cringed with how awkward you were but Vincent couldn’t help but love it. He nodded and he was glad he did, because he was able to see the biggest smile he has ever seen.

“Great, well I better find a hotel. Do you know any?” Vincent nodded his head, he would need Bo’s help to keep you here. He doesn’t want you to leave.

You’re his, his muse, forever.

Bo already got your car broken when he didn't hear any screams he realised that Vincent didn't want you to leave, at all. Meanwhile, you and Vincent were spending this time contemplating art and talking about it, you were so excited where this was taking you, and Vincent already knew that you weren’t leaving at all.

[unreliablesnake]

I’ve got to know what it’s like to try and divorce Vincent. Love your work 🥰

Note: You know what? I wanted to know too. (Oh, and thank you ❤️)

“I want a divorce,” you stated as you handed him the papers.

There was no malice in your voice, you did your best to keep it as neutral as possible. You were afraid of his reaction, mostly because you had a feeling he wouldn't let you get away that easily.

And just as you expected, his jaw tightened as he took the papers and looked down at them, going through each page to see what it was all about. “Marital breakdown? Really?” he asked when he reached the part about the ground for the divorce.

You could have chosen mutual consent, but because of your dear husband, you didn't expect this option to work. So you took a risk, and apparently he wasn't happy with that either. Well, you doubted he would have been happy with any reason at all.

“Just sign it. I don't want anything from you,” you added.

Vincent threw the papers on his desk and took a step closer to you. “I won't sign this, don't even think about it,” he hissed as he looked down at you, eyeing you as if you had just stabbed him in the heart and twisted the knife.

“Please, don't make this more complicated than it should be. Just let me go,” you asked him. “We don't have a child, and like I said, I don't want anything from you. This should be a walk in the park if you sign it.”

“I am not going to sign anything,” he repeated, punctuating each and every word carefully in hopes of his message finally getting through to you. “And why do you want to leave me? Do you have someone waiting for you to be free of me?”

His question surprised you, because you didn't think he would ever have doubts about your fidelity. “Don't be ridiculous, I'm not having an affair. I just had enough of this between us.”

Letting out a sigh, he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips. When you pushed him away, he let out an annoyed groan. “I gave you everything, mon amour, how can that not be enough for you? What more do you want?”

“I don't want anything from you, Vincent. Just sign the papers, please. I want to leave Paris tonight,” you admitted almost guiltily. You didn't want to leave so abruptly, but you simply couldn't stay here any longer.

You watched as he took a deep breath then began to pace in front of you, his hand finding its way to his hair. “Tonight? You want to leave me tonight? It's two in the afternoon!” he said, raising his voice.

“I know it's sudden, but I'm suffocating. I've been thinking about this for weeks, and–”

“Weeks?” he interrupted you angrily. “You've been thinking about ending our marriage for weeks and you're just telling me now on the day you want to leave me?”

It wasn't fair, you knew that. But you also knew that if you had given him time to process it, he would have used it to change your mind, to convince you to stay despite your decision. And he could have manipulated you until you agreed to stay with him, which you obviously didn't want.

“Just sign the papers. My lawyer will jump in to get them tomorrow,” you told him, then walked out of the room without waiting for his response.

[slasherfckr]

😭😭😭 I have no idea what the hell happened to the ask in my inbox. I might have deleted it or something. I'm so sorry about that 😔 Still trying to figure out how Tumblr works tbh. I hope you like this fic though :)

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Bo Sinclair x Fem!Reader - Better than Words

"Hey Bo?" You smiled. The man fiddling around with spare car in the garage didn't bother turning towards you.

"Hm?"

"Did you think we could get Jonesy a friend?"

The mechanic stopped what he was doing and turned towards you.

"What?"

"Get Jonesy a friend. Do you think he ever gets lonely being the only dog in Ambrose? I know he usually spends his time with Vincent or Lester but I know I would be lonely if I were the only person here."

Bo shook his head.

"I don't fucking know (Y/N). Why don't you make yourself useful and hand me the wrench?" He went back to focusing on the car, holding his hand out for the tool he asked for. Without missing a beat, you went over and retrieved the wrench. It was dead silent minus the sounds of Bo working on the car for a few until you couldn't stand it anymore.

"Did you know a baby puffin is called a puffling? And it's parent can hold, like, 10 fish in its mouth at once so it can feed it's baby. But the largest amount a puffin was recorded to have carried was 62 fish at once."

"The fuck you talking about woman?"

You let out a small giggle.

"Just stating some animal facts. It's just soooo quiet. Can't stand it." You complained.

"Then why don't you go check up on Vincent or something? I think I'm done here with the car and-"

Just then the phone rang. Bo grabbed a rag from the table next to him and wiped his hands before going to answer the phone in the other room. There was really only one person it could be. Wasn't long at all before Bo was back with you and the car.

"Was Lester. Said he got some people coming out this way. Better stay here and help me instead. Vinny can wait."

You and Bo went to the main room of the work shop, waiting for the guests to arrive. As Bo sat behind the counter, reading a magazine, you couldn't help but watch as his blue eyes scanned the pages. Sweat from working on the car still beading down his face, making a few brown curls from his hair stick to his temple. You wanted him so bad. You would imagine the two of you together, bodies intertwined in his bed. Or something more tame, such as you and him going out for drinks. The only thing stopping you from confessing to him was the tiny sliver of self-doubt in the back of your mind on if he would actually feel the same about you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw movement. You turned and there was a man and woman at the door. The man appeared to be in his 50's while the girl appeared to be around your age. Father and daughter perhaps? Either way, you smiled and greeted them as you let them in.

"Hey sorry to bother you guys. Our car broke down and we were looking to buy the parts needed to fix it up so we can get back on the road again?"

"Yeah yeah it's no problem at all. That's what we're here for, ain't it? Here, (Y/N), why don't you go show the man where he can find the parts for his car?"

You smiled at Bo as you grabbed the man's arm and lead him to the back. Except you went further than the back. You took him and led him downstairs of the garage.

"Sorry we had to go down here. Parts are kept downstairs and out of the shop itself so thieves aren't as keen to rob the place, ya know?" You kept the smile on your face as you turned on the light in the room.

"Think I should go back upstairs. Just head on up once you find the parts so we can get you guys back on the road." You waved at the man and left, locking the door behind you so he couldn't escape what was currently on its way to him.

When you got back upstairs, though, your heart sank. You were met with Bo flirting with the daughter. Her back was up against a wall as Bo hovered over her.

"You know, doll? This heat wave we hot here ain't got noth'n on you." The girl laughed and put her hand on Bo's shoulder.

"You think so? Maybe we could go somewhere more.... private so I could show you how hot I can really get? Hm?"

Despite feeling your world crumbling, you managed to hold everything together and hide it all underneath a big smile. You then coughed to get their attention. The girl and Bo split, with the girl looking down at the floor and Bo looking elsewhere but her.

"So did he find everything he needed, (Y/N)?"

"Yep." You said cheerily. "He's just waiting on you now."

Bo nodded and took the girl downstairs with him to finish off the job.

You had left while Bo worked with Vincent to take care of the mess. While they were doing their chores, Lester had come home. He surprised you with fresh ingredients from the next town over. All the stuff to make venison stew. You were delighted as you could now make a stew you had promised the boys you'd make one day. You and Lester quickly got to work on making dinner, joking and messing around while doing so but you couldn't get fully into it. You couldn't help but think back to Bo and that girl. What if he didn't kill her? What if he fucked her and ended up bringing her back here to the house? What would happen to you then? Would Bo even need your help anymore? Your heart sank further than it already was thinking at the possibilities. Lester knew something was up but before he could ask, Bo walked in.

Bo's suit was covered in blood and by the looks of it, it was his own. He immediately took a seat in the living room.

"(Y/N) could you get the goddamn medkit?"

You did as you were told. Bo ended up having a nasty gash on his left arm. Thankfully it wasn't bad enough to need stitches but you were still going to have to apply some disinfectant and bandages, which was going to be fun. Bo never handled getting disinfectant put on well. It was like taking a toddler to the doctor for a shot. You quickly sat next to Bo and pulled some bandages and the disinfectant out of the medkit.

"Gotta hold still now, okay? Don't want a repeat of last time you got hurt. Almost took my hand off" You joked.

"Damn it, (Y/N). How many times do I gotta say I'm sorr-FUCK!" Bo hissed and immediately pulled his arm away from you. "Goddamn that hurt!"

"I haven't even applied the disinfectant yet, Bo." You raised an eyebrow at him.

You pulled his arm back towards you and gently dabbed a cotton ball soaked with the disinfectant on his wound. Bo hissed again but didn't have a huge outburst like the first time.

"See? Wasn't so bad, right?" You smiled up at him from the floor.

"Yeah, whatever..." He grumbled.

"So how did this even happen, Bo?"

"Was noth'n (Y/N)."

"Doesn't seem like nothing considering....this." You gestured to his arm. Bo gave you a look which made you quickly drop the subject. "Here come on and get up. Lester and I just finished dinner. I'll grab you a bowl while Lester brings one down to Vincent."

You fixed up two bowls, one for you and the other for Bo. After a bite, Bo's face lit up.

"Holy sweet Jesus, (Y/N). You weren't kidding when you said you could make some good damm stew."

Hearing him compliment your cooking lifted your spirits up, which brought a huge smile to your face.

"Thank you, Bo."

The rest of the meal was ate in silence. Normally you'd be chatting up a storm with Bo but you haven't had a nice, home cooked meal made with fresh ingredients in so long. You just wanted to savor this moment for as long as possible.

When you both were done, you grabbed his bowl and yours and brought it over to the sink to start dishes.

"It was her."

"What?"

"That woman. In the shop. She did this." Bo gestured to his bandaged arm.

"Oh. Her loss I guess. She had an incredibly handsome guy flirting with her and she decided to attack him. Not what I would have done."

You froze when you felt hot breath come down on the back of your neck.

"Did I hear that right, (Y/N)? 'An incredibly handsome guy?' 'Not what I would have done?' So what would you have done then?" Bo leaned down so his mouth was right at your ear. You were completely frozen in place; couldn't move at all. You felt like a trapped sheep, cornered by the big bad wolf. Your face quickly grew a deep shade of red.

"I-I, uh...I would have..." Your words got caught in your throat. A deep chuckle came from behind you.

"Turn around and face me." You did as you were told. You weren't that much smaller in height than Bo but goddamn did you feel incredibly tiny in that moment. Before you could do or say anything else, you felt Bo's rough lips on yours. You kissed back and soon felt his arms around your waist before he pulled away from the kiss.

"(Y/N) you're not very subtle. I hope you know that. You didn't think I wouldn't notice you staring at me back at the shop? Could see you turning 30 different shades of red then." Bo laughed.

"But that girl..."

"Yeah so? You'd think I'd actually go after someone like that?" He rolled his eyes. "Wasn't even close to my type."

He went down by your ear again and nipped it, earning a small moan from you.

"She was way too quiet. You on the other hand..." Bo took your hand and led you out of the kitchen and up to his room.

"I want you to show me what you'd do, (Y/N). Really show me."

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Ahhhh this was my first fic. I hope everyone who reads it enjoys it! Especially Sketchy-rosewitch!

[agentplutonium]

Small Porter scene/character study because I find him very interesting. Depicts Porter coming home to Treasure after the Summit. I’m also blorbo-fying Porter here. Just a lil bit.

Porter, in an attempt to destress from the night's events, found himself at Treasure's doorstep. He wasn't sure why this was his first instinct. They technically shouldn't even have known about him. However, there was just-

The door opened, and Treasure was standing in front of him. "Are you going to keep standing there? Someone's gonna call the police thinking you're a serial killer or something."

"Maybe they'd be right," Porter said, ignoring how ironic it was to say, "You're the one that decided to stick around a Vampire."

"Get in here," Treasure said, suppressing a giggle while they reached out for him.

Porter let himself be dragged inside, the smallest of smiles stretching at his lips. Once the door closed behind him his lips were on Treasure's, causing the smallest of gasps to hitch in their chest. Their arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closer.

A sigh slipped past their lips when he pulled away, a grin on their face. "How was that family thing?" "As boring as I expected," Porter drawled. "I missed you."

"Missed me?" Traesure repeated, sounding smug.

"Or something like that," Porter teased. Treasure pushed themselves up to meet his lips again. Porter let himself sink into the feeling of it. revelled the warmth against him, how soft their lips felt, how willingly they let themselves be moulded by him.

Treasure's hands slid over his shoulders, down his chest to the buttons on his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it.

The king didn't get a chance to react to the stab before his head skidded across the floor. There was a rush of air before he was picking a fight with Vincent. All eyes were on them. Or at least enough.

'That's right,' Porter would think, 'keep looking.'

Vincent, looking distraught, almost in tears. He shouldn't have had to hear this. William should have told him something more than what he knew. William was his friend, but this seemed cruel.

"He sees me as a friend, and you as a child. His child."

Porter was taking Treasure's hands away before they could get too far. "As much as I love being able to take you," he said, "I can't tonight. It wouldn't be fair to you if I tried."

"That's okay," Treasure said genuinely, smiling at him. "Do you want to watch my show with me? I'd still love to have your company."

"Of course I would, Treasure."

It wasn't long before Treasure was curled up against him, the two of them watching whatever they had on. Porter wasn't paying attention. Not after what he's done. Treasure was oblivious to his distracted state.

He'd do anything for William. He would stand by him until the end of time. It is what Porter owed him, after everything that William did for him. After picking him off of the streets and taking him in like a feral cat. But this murder was having more of an effect on him than he thought. He wasn't sorry. He doesn't think he'd ever be sorry, but the point remained the same. Seeing Vincent react the way he did made him squirm.

'Vincent just didn't understand,' he'd tell himself. 'He hasn't been alive long enough to.'

He wasn't sure how much he believed himself.

Treasure shifted beside him, drawing his focus back to them.

"I don't know if I'll make you happy," Porter had warned them when they started whatever this was. "I'll try. For you, I will try."

"That's all I need," They had replied, that smile he loved so much showing itself again.

He doesn't understand why they did it. They were this... this force. It pulled him in, locking him in place, and he just couldn't get enough of them. This hasn't happened to him before. This amount of devotion that he felt. Was it natural? To feel this way about someone so soon? Were his feelings fake? Surely they weren't. He did use Treasure's existence to fuck with Vincent a bit, but that didn't mean they were ever part of the ruse he had going for himself. He wouldn't let them be that close. Not yet. They were still so new to the whole magic concept as it was, it was dangerous for them.

Porter held them closer, resting his head atop theirs. He can figure this out later. Right now, his job was to protect them. To take care of them.

And, by the gods, was he prepared to worship them.

[andreal831]

Untapped Witches

I'm rewatching season three for my story and one thing that stood out to me is that Freya wanted to channel Finn to save Rebekah from the curse and she says he is the only powerful witch she has. But Finn is back in his vampire state in the necklace. He wasn't in the necklace with Vincent's magic, which is the only time we see him as a witch in the show. Vincent was still alive and had his own magic. So it got me thinking about untapped magic.

I've never really liked the term "untapped witches" because I felt like if Esther knew her kids could tap into magic, she would have encouraged it. But maybe not. Maybe all of the Mikaelsons were truly "untapped witches" and Esther didn't encourage it because she didn't want to attract Dahlia's attention. Or even perhaps because she was afraid of something else, maybe Mikael. Maybe Esther even suppressed their magic when they were little to avoid this. I know Kol was a witch as a human, so maybe he was too powerful or he started showing it early. We aren't told much about their human lives so it's hard to say.

It would make sense for them to all be "untapped witches" as it would give Hope's witch ability more of a solid link. We don't really hear much about witch genes and if it can be recessive. That would be an interesting storyline if a witch was born to parents who don't even know about magic, but I digress.

Basically my question for the show is, did Finn tap into his own magic when he used Vincent's magic? Or did he still have access to Vincent's magic somehow? Or am I missing something completely?

These are all just theories I started thinking about after watching 3x09. I was curious if anyone else had theories about this or if this is once again just an inconsistency in the writing.

[valley-of-headcanons]

the chill zone || sam x scared!farmer oneshot

only an idiot would fish in thunderstorms when you're afraid of them. apparently you're an idiot. sam has to take you into the chill zone.

warnings: fluffy, friends-to-lovers arc, thunderstorms

requested by: me >:)

Sam jumped out of his bed when he heard a knock at the door. His mom was out of town on a girl's day, and his father had taken Vincent to the city for the day. Sam opted out, wanting to stay home and write for his band, but he ended up just laying in bed all day. Until a very frantic knock rang out across the house.

Opening the door, he saw you, freezing and shaking. Was it from the cold or fear? It didn't matter, he needed to get you inside before you froze to death or fainted.

“I think you might be a little wet,” he laughed, leaning against the doorway, trying to be a little bit snarky before seeing your expression. He's never seen that look on your face. “Hey, come in. Don't want you dyin' out there or anything.”

“Th-Thanks ... I'm not really good with thunder and stuff ... I thought it was just gonna be raining today, but I was proven wrong apparently.” you laughed nervously, stepping onto the mat.

You two stared at each other before Sam remembered that he should probably be helping you. “Towel! Towel, yeah, let me go get that- you don't have a change of clothes on you, do you? Wait- why would you, that's stupid, that would be wet too- do you want one of my shirts?”

All you could do was nod as you leaned against the doorway, flinching at a small crack of thunder.

He ran throughout the house like a mad man on a mission, grabbing two towels, one of his shirts, and some basketball shorts you could tie up to your liking. He handed them to you, before noticing how your hands were shaking. “Will you be good to get to the bathroom?” he said, his voice beginning to soften a little as he realized how bad of a state you were in.

You shook your head. “I'll be okay, I-I promise,” you smiled weakly as you slowly made your way over to the bathroom. He quickly rushed to his bedroom to clean up a little bit while you were changing, not wanting to look like a total slob. His mom would be very impressed.

As you stood in the doorway, Sam looked back at you with a soft smile. “You made it out alive, I see.”

“Yeah ... when do you think the thunder will clear up?” you said, a frown beginning to form against your lips.

“Overnight, I think ... hey, I've got an idea!” Sam said with a determined grin, looking around his room before finding a decently quality speaker. He connected it to his phone before turning it all the way up. “What kind of music do you listen to?”

“Uhm ... I don't really care, I'll listen to whatever,” you said, walking over to him and peering over his shoulder.

He looked through his music before settling on something that might calm you down just a tad bit. Switching on some lofi music, he sat down on the edge of his bed before offering you two blankets. “Here, relax. Let all those worries away, you're not allowed to be upset in the chill zone,” Sam said, referring to his room.

You laid back against the wall, curled up in the mountain of blankets engulfing you. “... Thank you, I really appreciate it,” you said, having to speak in a louder voice so that he could hear you. That speak was doing a pretty good job.

“Don't sweat it, we all need help sometimes,” he said with a gentle smile, placing a hand on your shoulder. He slowly took his hand off before leaning back against the wall beside you. He closed his eyes as he listened to the soft beats of the music, perfectly covering the dangerous sounds of thunder outside. It was truly the chill zone.

You closed your eyes soon after he did, your head slipping from the wall to his shoulder soon enough. Neither of you knew, you were asleep at this point. Nothing could bother you two, it was a moment of mutual bliss. Everything was okay, all of your fears were put to rest.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hey Mousy!

I was thinking about how reckless the farmer can be, you know, fighting monsters, overworking to maintain a farm, and even being a guinea pig for others.

But despite all that, the farmer stays alive (CofcofPoweroftheScrollandMr.Qicofcof)

But, how do you think the villagers would react to the news of the farmer's death?

Oh, pain... 🥲 Thank you for ask, Shiro 🫶

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It was rare to catch a conversation between Marlon and Lewis, but the old adventurer had come to the town mayor's home... with tragic news. Marlon himself was as gloomy as a dark cloud. The news he brought had shocked the equally old Pelican Town Mayor.

They're.... dead? In the mines?

Merciful Yoba.... But, they came here as farmer, why did they have to go into the most dangerous place?...

The next ones to be shocked were Dr. Harvey, who stated Farmer's official death, and Maru, who was helping him. The young inventor gasped in horror: seeing Farmer's body had made her sick, so Harvey had to do almost everything himself. All this was late at night, and just the next day in the afternoon, Maru was to meet her girlfriends at Haley and Emily's house to discuss various gossip. And Maru (unfortunately), also got some news.....

All the girls gasped after hearing this, Penny even dropped her tea cup from shock. Abigail turned even paler, because just yesterday she had begged Farmer to take her to the mines, but Farmer had politely refused her. Perhaps, because of this, they had saved her from death...

Pelican Town is a small town, and news of the death spread like the plague. Caroline and Pierre learned everything from their daughter, truly regretting the death of the young farmer. And even though Pierre was not close to them and for him it is, in fact, just the loss of another client, he does not wish anyone such a terrible fate, to die young, alone...

Gus didn't turn on the music machine in the Saloon, also giving himself over to mourning the loss of a member of their commune. Let the others not be fooled by the rather stale reaction of Shane, Alex, and George in calling the farmer a fool. They just don't know how to react to the loss of a loved one again.

It would seem that Clint couldn't have gotten any sadder than his usual state, but when the only person he considered a true friend dies... It's painful.

It's pain for Robin to construct a gravestone instead of useful buildings for farming. Sebastian, along with Abby and Sam shut themselves in his room in the basement, trying to hide from the pain that way. Vincent didn't understand at first why his parents sat sad, but Jas immediately realized why Aunt Marnie's eyes were red. She understood why Uncle Willy had taken off his hat as he saluted the dead farmer.

Everyone was at the funeral, mourning the young farmer. As dusk descended on the Valley, no one noticed several figures standing near the fresh grave. No one saw how Marlon placed their sword beside the grave, how Rasmodius made the flowers beside the grave grow, decorating it with a single movement of his hand. And how quietly Linus stood, whispering a farewell to the young soul who had not been afraid to go into danger to protect the people of Stardew Valley.

[small-sinclair]

But I Love Ya

Again, @bluecoolr’s gave me this idea based off this gut killing comic and this one too. I think it’s neat and is sad but it’s nice :3

This is a gift to @fluffy-little-demon and @ahmnom.

Tw: past trauma, mention of physical abuse, mentioned of self-harm, mention of emotional abuse

This story takes place two years into the killings.

Hope y'all enjoy!

It's been two years, 3 months, 12 days since Trudy died, but Bo still felt her looking at him front his bedroom doorway, her eyes unforgiving and solid. He felt her gazing at him as if he was the mistake she made, an unsolved wax structure that needed to be washed out and burned, destroyed to nothing but liquid heat to be used later for something better and different.

Deep down, Bo wanted her eyes to go away, to un-feel the nails over his skin like claws over a rock, sharpening and ready to kill. He wanted nothing more than to diver under his covers and hide from his mother's gaze, but even under the covers Bo wasn't safe. He excepted that he wouldn't be sleeping tonight, and he's okay with it? Is he really?

Bo turned to his side and turned on the lamp on his nightstand. He sits up and wiped the sweat from his face. The heatwave will never lift until he's down with his mother's work. She told him that she'll allow him to sleep peacefully once it's all completed. It's been two years of killing, fighting, destroying, and creating. The amount of blood on his hands could drown a single person if they didn't know how to swim. He squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his wrist. The scars itch so bad that he wants to run a knife over them just to stop the stings and aches of the past. Maybe that'll help him sleep?

It's not your fault, I supposed, that I can't love you, his mother's voice echoed through his head. It's just hard to love you, and I've tried everything that I could.

"I love you, Mama," BO whispers to himself as he ran his fingers over the fabric of the bed, feeling the sheets and its weight. "I truly do love ya."

You're wasting my time and your father's time, Beauregard! His mother laughed like she did the first time he told her he loved her and his father. Now, git! The more interesting twin is about to do his piano residal. Don't want you to fuss or nothin' when guest are here. Take Lester to your room and wait until it's over!

The memory ended with a slap across the face and Lester crying when it happened. his mother never cared for Lester, and it hurts Bo sometimes when he's reminded with the lack of baby pictures of Lester.

On the nightstand, he takes the picture of him and his brothers against the lamp and held it between his fingers. It was taken on his Polaroid by a friend. All of them were smiling as the twins stood either side of their little brother, who was grinning ear-to-ear with a college diploma in hand from the state college. He was the only one of the brothers to get some type of higher education. Even though his little brother never showed it, he was pretty fucking smart when it came to geology and environment. he works for the state picking up and recording roadkill--

Why didn't you or Vincent go? Why didn't Vincent try?

His mother hated that Lester proved her wrong with getting a degree, and she hated it more when he cut her out of his life. Bo didn't blame her, but he knew that he couldn't do that. He wasn't strong enough to do that until she died, until the day he killed her himself. Hands around her throat, chocking out the life he never wanted. He didn't want to hear her voice or see her eyes. He didn't want to feel her hand slapping across his face or tying him down as his father beats him with a leather belt or a twitch. He didn't want to hear her breath or say anything to him...

So does he still owe her everything? Why does he do this for her? Destroy people and lives just to make her dream come true? Maybe it was the catholic inside him to honor thy parents and wishes, but he didn't want to admit it. If he did, he would end up losing to her and she would win again. Come to think of it, his knees did hurt from begging his mother to love him, to hold him, to make him feel like he belong to a world where sin is the truth and blessings are a lie.

"But I love you," he murmurs to himself as lowered the photo on the bed. "I've always loved ya."

He rested his head in his hands and closed his eyes. he allowed his mothers nails rack over his skin and cut him open like a fish. He let the past pains of hits and tears go after him, over and over again until he was nothing. It's what he deserves, right? He was to take the pain or his twin would get the brunt of it. Poor Vincent. He'll never truly know what an iron hot pan felt against his back. Still to this day, he doesn't tell Vincent how his back go so burned and scared. How could he?

He takes a deep breath in, tasting the dust and honeydew of the south, and let out a long, hallowed breath filled with sadness and skill. When he looks up, all he could see was himself looking back at him, and the shadow of his mother standing in his other half. He'll always be the other half of someone, his brother, his mother, father-- he'll never be whole until he finishes what his mother started.

If he was more like Vincent, looked like and creative like him, would his mother love him the same?

I can only love one child, Bo. Sadly, you'll never know love.

The ciggarette burns on the back of his shoulders ached and screamed to let open. As much as he would love to take his knife and carved out his mother's blood, what would he be lift with? His father? Vincent and Lester? Everything he does is for his family. When will he be able to do something for himself for a change?

He just wanted to be free from her claw-like nails. He wanted to be gone from her gaze from above, but how could he when she's laying in a casket down the road? Why couldn't he bury her and take his brothers somewhere else where they could breath and be free? Why could he do that?

Becasue he's stuck here. He will never be forgiven until his brothers are, too. They've done nothing wrong--

It's becasue you are a Sinclair, boy, his father answered, his stomach aching from an unseen punch. We have the word 'sin' in the first part! You are born in to it and you will die to it! Now, get on those fucking knees and beg!

He placed the picture to the side and laid back down, hands folded over his chest. "But I love ya, Mama," he whispers again. "I love ya and Pa and my brothers."

That's nice and all, but who would love you back? It's not me, I'll tell you that for free!

He wanted to turn out the lights and sleep, but the heat of the marsh and the sins on his skin will never allow him to rest. He will never allow himself to rest until his mother's job is finish. If he can't be forgiven, then he'll work hard enough to make sure Vincent and Lester are! He will not have his brothers fall down with him, he can't allow that!

Do you think your brothers love you, Bo? Ha! they only love you because you are their brother! Shape up and help me Lester! He won't sit still, so help me get him in your old chair--

he shot out of bed as he heard the straps tying onto his skin like cold chains. Bo held his chest, controlling his breathing, as he looked at his empty bed. It's only him and the night, the darkness of the room filling his thoughts as the demons came out to play. The painful memory of his little brother being restrained and taped to his bed--

Lester. Have to make sure Lester isn't held down. He can't be held down! He never would allow it! Bo will set this world on fire if he ever saw Lester tied down again.

He takes his green plaid and puts it on as he heads out of his room. He wonders down the hall past his mother's bedroom and stops at the end, standing in front of Lester's closed door. Gently, he nudges the door open and tip-toes in. His baby brother was curled up in his blankets in his Scooby-Doo boxers and cuddling a pillow-shaped ladybug. He was breathing softly, his chest calm as it rises and falls without a care.

Silently, he crept over to his brother's bed and kneels next to him. Gingerly, his fingers wrap around Lester's wrist and pulled forward. Relief washed over him like a waterfall when he found that he wasn't restrained or tied. Only light scars of the past showed. Goodness, his thoughts were getting to the best of him tonight. He leaned down and kissed his brother's wrist before standing up. At least his baby brother is safe--

"...Bo?" A tired voice escaped as he stood next to the door. "Bo, 's 'at ya?" Lester asked, sitting up, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Wha' are ya doin'?" He yawned as sleepiness started to take over.

Bo looked back at his brother and shook his head. "Nothin'. Go back ta' sleep, Lessy."

"Had a nightmare?" He asked, his eyes going into focus. "'S okay if ya did." He scoots over and patted the empty side. "Wanan sleep wit' me?"

Bo's brows lifted in sadness. He felt like he was a child again. Back when they were kids, Bo and Vincent always went to Lester if they had a bad dream. For some reason, he was good at keeping the demons and monsters at bay and gone until the sun came up.

Bo bit his bottom lip nervously. "If ya don't mind."

"Never had, Bo," Lester answered, laying back down, patting the bed next to him. "Com' an' sleep."

Bo came back to his brother's side and laid in the bed. Like he did before, he pulled his brother close to his chest and closed his eyes. He does love his brothers, and his brothers love him.

But his mama never will.

"Love ya," Lester murmurs, cuddling into his brother's side.

Bo doesn't say it back, but he wishes he could.

[bluepotion85]

Expanding Bootcamp - Epilogue

Summary: Our cadets are sent home with more money than they can expand, and life goes back to normal, or as normal as they can be after gaining so much weight in a military camp. Connor and Will have more time together to enjoy their newfound romance.

When the scientific team came to the base they found us all eating in the chow hall, from me and Connor to the Commander and Doctor Donovan. Truly a testament to our priorities. Nobody received them on the main gate or stopped them to verify their credentials, they just needed to waltz their way inside.

The only one that got into the chow hall to fetch us was Dr. Vincent, he told us his team was doing a thorough review of the facilities and that we all should get a proper shower and change of clothes. Once we were done, we would regroup on the infirmary for them to explain the results of the experiment.

When we got to the infirmary we stood in formation and Vincent Belmore with a surgical mask stood in front of us. We all got congratulations on the excellent data the scientist team could gather with our help. A part of me was skeptical on the matter and wanted to ask what he meant. but my belly rumbled begging for more food and the idea flew away from my head. I just wanted to get back to the chow and continue breakfast. . . lunch?. . . meals were blurring into one another.

Anyways, we got assigned into the different cubicles of the infirmary for a checkup and we all got a shot, apparently as a reinforcement of some type. We should pay more attention but none of us is really too worried about anything besides making this a fast endeavor.

When the health check up is done the doctors and scientific team didn't make a bug fuzz of a whole team gaining weight like their lives depended on it, the messy state of the base when they arrived or even the amount of food we have obviously over consumed.

They did explain to us that because of our weight we won't be accepted to continue in the military, but because the success of the experiment will help in future bootcamp and we passed with stellar colors we are getting a severance package that will cover for most of our needs moving forwards.

We got dismissed and we continued our meal at the chow hall, after that we started to gather our things to go back home the next day but as the day passed I managed to think more of what happened.

For an optimization experiment we did little optimization and lots of eating. Not like I can judge anyone now. My appetite came like a crashing wave on the coast once I stopped resisting my hunger. So much so I catched up to Connor’s weight and some extra.

Most of my fears of the future got erased after the fat check we got. Even if it makes me doubt even more their reason for the experiment, I wasn't about to debate the solution to my family's money issues.

Connor is back to his cheerful positive self and now he boasts about how he was right in trusting the military's choice at the beginning. And that our fears could have been an effect of anxiety or stress. I know he is saying that not only to ease himself from the situation but also to keep me calm.

Once we all got discharged, life went back to normal, everyone was sent home. We said our goodbyes and exchanged numbers with the rest of the team. We all wanted to meet up every now and then to see how much we have grown and bond like always.

Connor and I come from different cities, so we had to continue our relationship from afar, but we promised to move together with the money we got as soon as possible.

Like us some of the cadets wanted to stay together. Bradley and Salazar moved into Bradley’s farm, they both helped to improve the place and of course ate a lot of what they worked. Carlos and Hill bought an apartment in the city to start a new business with the money of the discharge, Hill helped Carlos rework a previous idea and it seems to flourish by the day.

The twins decided to say their goodbyes so Jones could have some privacy with Neil and Daniel could find himself with more freedom, and not too long after that he started to date a guy that appreciated his new body.

Our families were worried sick after months of no letters or messages. When we got back to them, explaining the radio silence was suddenly their second biggest concern. They were shocked to see me coming back from bootcamp 300+ pounds heavier. My dad joked saying we all spent the last few months at a buffet.

Then came the point of being discharged. I explained to them everything was ok and that the military dismissed us with a care package to cover for our needs. They seemed suspicious at first but after a few days with the money still being there and me still being well. . .me. They came around it. I also told them Connor and I are dating; they were happy for me, and they asked for all the details of how it came to be.

Of course, I skipped some of the more dramatic elements of our stay in Fort Celsus like the constant paranoia or the fact that after confessing to Connor, everyone in camp was also as big if not bigger than me.

Connor told me his family also took it well, and that his brother was so happy to know he is safe and happy. We continued to talk and visit each other but the distance was not for us so we moved together as planned and we enjoyed the perks of our newfound riches.

As the days passed, we settled into a routine. We wake up and go out on a walk, maybe go to the store or the local fruit market, come back home and cook. Then it's a matter of eating, passing time playing with one another or being fools in love, checking our investments on the stock market and continuing lazing around the house. Rinse and repeat and you have two fat guys having the best time of their lives.

The best part is that we have learned to enjoy the little pleasures in life, after Fort Celsus food tastes better, every kiss and grope feels more fulfilling, and any moment together is a rush.

Before the experiment neither of us had a specific taste for fatness, but now we find the extra heft of our bodies as a massive turn on. It's a bit weird in my eyes but Connor reassures me that discovery is a part of development as a person.

I won't complain on the matter though. Ever since we got out of base we both have been enjoying it to the fullest. Every meal starts in the kitchen and ends in bed, every rendezvous night starts in bed and ends with a visit to the kitchen. No wonder the growth of our bellies and appetites hasn't slowed down.

One example of our constant desire for more of everything was this morning. I wake up, the sunrays enter through the blinds in our room. Getting used to the light I turn and see a couple of beautiful blue eyes, deep like the sea itself looking at me with so much love and tenderness. Connor was up and looking at me.

“You know I'm always happy to see your gray eyes in the morning” - he says

I lean forward, moving the locks of hair away from his face and kiss him, then pulling back I add

“I love yours babe, if I can wake up like this for the rest of my days I will be the happiest man alive”

We get close and enjoy each other's embrace. I love the way our bodies clash for space, the heat we share and then we hear each other's bellies rumble for food.

We laugh it off and I get off the bed. We have split most chores, cooking being no exception and today is my turn to cook for the day. Connor stays on bed lazing off while I get food ready. In the kitchen I put on an apron and get started on the mountain of food we usually have for breakfast. To keep us satiated for the day we have lots of everything, so it takes me a hot minute to have everything ready.

I'm almost done when Connor gets downstairs. He looks at me while getting the last pieces of our feast ready. I imagine he will sit down and wait for me, but I should know better by now. Instead he gets behind me, I can feel his body pressing against me.

His belly and chest pushed against my back, smooching me as he put his arms around me. He started to rub my belly under the apron and to pinch the softness in my handles. We stay like that for a second, indulging in the moment. He rested his head on my shoulder and kissed my neck.

“Naked apron? you tease. You know I can't resist you like this” -he whispers in my ear

We both sleep naked and we have a similar combo every morning, it should get old by now but alas I can't get enough of his embrace.

I turn off the stove and kiss him back “You could never be able to resist all of this” -I reply shaking my hips and pressing back against him.

I can feel him getting railed up, he will be all over me on the kitchen floor if I don't do something. But we are both hungry and we have to get the food while it's hot, so I decide to have my cake and eat it too.

“Ok loverboy, lets have breakfast”- I say while moving the last few dishes to the table

I take the apron off and tease him by shaking my hips again while he is looking.

We have a reinforced table in the center of the kitchen where we generally eat. Using mostly the living room table for family and friend gatherings. We eat in the kitchen for easy access to extras while we have our meals, there seems to be always something more to add from the fridge once we sit down.

Connor sits across the table, he has the same hungry look on his face I have seen a hundred times now. The look that signals his craving to fill the void in his middle, but mostly the pure desire of tasting a good homemade meal.

My gut reminds me I’m hungry as well if not more than Connor. So we wish each other a good meal and get started on the task at hand.

We start the meal with care and delight in our eyes, I get some toast and stack them with eggs bacon and some cheese slices. The eggs are buttery and decadent with the now gooey cheese melting in the bread; and the crisp of the bacon contrasts everything making me feel like heaven.

Connor lets out a little moan as he is eating some waffles with fresh strawberries we got from the market and syrup. We cross glances and feel the joy of being able to enjoy a small moment like this in the calm first hours of the day.

We continue to eat, the flavor of the food and the cheer size of everything gets us going. Getting worked up we speed up. It's a weird thing to describe, the desire to taste and have more of everything in front of you. The pleasure of packing our guts with the food as if it’s the last morsel on earth. Only slowing down to mesmerize ourselves in the other's gluttony.

I grab the grilled jam slices and stuff them in my mouth alongside the rest of the eggs, when I’m moving to grab some of the waffles. I see Connor taking sausages and covering them in the syrup of his pate and eating them alongside toast going from one to the next as a well oiled machine.

While he goes in full speed his rolls get pressed as he leans forward to grab more food, his chest gets splash with sausage juice and syrup, his belly resting on his lap and his whole body jiggles with excitement from every movement he makes.

I can feel my heart racing and the heat getting to my lower half, he looks at me and notices my predicament and grabs some french toast and stuffing them in his mouth and moaning, never losing focus on my eyes. His cheeky smile makes me go feral with desire.

Taking some sausage as well I bring them to my face and lick them before eating them with gusto. At that point I can see his dick poking under his belly as we continue to entice each other in the obvious display of gluttony.

“This is some goooood food” -he says after swallowing a chunk of french toast.

“But I'm still so hungry babe, look at what your cooking is doing to me” -he adds while rubbing his belly.

I can’t hold on any more and stand up.

“You know what we need?” -I say while standing up and moving to the fridge.

I grab the can of whipped cream and bring it to the table.

“Some extra cream” - I say adding some on top of Connors food.

Connor pulls me closer. He looks at me and grabs my junk that's out and in the open, with a pleased look he starts to tease my head that's already saturated in pre. I start to moan, my dick throbs in his touch and he takes his hand away from me leaving a trail of precum, licking his fingers clean.

“I think You can’t resist all of this” -he says, grabbing his belly and jiggling it.

I took the french toast from his plate with my bare hands and brought it to his face, he opened his mouth and tried to ate it. I keep pulling it away making a mess of him with syrup and whipped cream as he struggles for more.

“Come on big guy, I'm going hungry here” -he says almost pleading with me.

I shove the toast on his lips and he ate them with a haze of lust in his eyes. More of the syrup and whipped cream are falling on top of him as I gently press the toast against him.

He looks so pleased I could melt right here but when he is done with the toast in my hand I get closer to his face and kiss him, I can taste the sweetness of the cream and the saltiness of the sausage while we go wild.

I break the kiss “You have some food on you big guy, do you mind if I have some?”

“Of course, I’m a snack” -he adds with a wink.

I lean on him and lick the whipped cream on his chest, his face exudes the anticipation of me going to the main attraction but I love to play slow.

I bite some crumps of toast on top of his nipple and attack it afterwards. I bite his nipple and suck them while he moans, I get my hand to tease his other nipple and he wriggles under my touch.

I continue my assault and move down, liking his belly and stopping in his navel; where I get my tongue into it and start to lick around it, tease him knowing it’s an erogenous zone for him.

He is huffing from the excitement looking down at me with needing eyes, before moving further down I get hypnotized by his size. The sheer softness of his belly, the stretch marks that crown his sides. All of his body begged me to crash against him, my face got to it and immersed in his expanding soft glory. My arms wrap around him or as far as I can reach, grabbing his sides and shaking it for all its worth. He laughs for a second and releases a belch from the motion.

“Well thanks I still have some room for more but that helped to make some extra space”

“Good I want you to keep going till you are ready to pop” - I say looking back at him with a cheeky look.

I continue my descent, biting his underbelly on the way down. Lifting his belly and letting it rest in my face and basking in his smell and taste. Finally I reached his cock, throbbing for attention and leaving a train of pre that shows he’s been ready to have action for a while.

I lick the tip of his dick and see him shudder in pleasure, Connor is always in the mood to go but I love to tease and edge him till he is so bothered he can’t think straight.

I slowly lick his dick around while he continues to demolish what’s on the table. He is going slower now not for a lack of appetite but because his brain is drowning in the pleasure of me playing under the table.

I let his dick rub around my face sloppily licking it every now and then, and whenever he tries to reach down to guide it into my mouth I snap his hand. I hear him get agitated and looking up say.

“Keep those hands busy eating babe, if you keep eating I promise to finish you off”

He immediately goes feral, eating scraps of eggs and pieces of french toast like they are going out of stock. Making every moan and grunt as audible as possible just to make sure I know he is enjoying the feast. His desperate need for release turns me on to no end, and I start to get his dick in my mouth.

My dick is hard and pre is pooling under me as I work on Connor, and while I could jerk myself now the pleasure I feel is so big while sucking his rod I know that if I touch my dick it will be over soon.

My tongue makes circles around his head and I bask in the taste. I have grown addicted to this as much as the food, the smell of his body, the salty taste of him, the small reactions with every lick and suction and his moans of delight with a mouth full of food, it's really to die for.

I feel him leaning back and I pop his dick out of my mouth covered in pre and drool. He looks at me, with a desperate look about ready to whine and beg for release.

“What's the matter, babe are you full?”

He belches and adds “Not even close, but you deserve some flavor down there you know”

He then took the syrup from the table and drizzled it on top of his dick. I thank him for his gesture and got back to work with redouble efforts. He grabs my head and moans louder than before, drool comes out in the corner of his mouth and a twisted smile takes over his face as his brain is shutting down due to overheating. He is getting close, so I stop. Flicking his hands away I look at his messy face and comment slowly.

“Keep going babe, I need my man to keep his tank full” - say slapping his gut and teasingly breathing on his dick

He leans forward pressing his fat in my face and eating with reckless abandon.

I continue to pleasure him till I hear his belly gurgle. I pop his boner out and he releases a deafening belch.

“Oh yeees, thats good” -he mumbles with a delirious joy.

With that I decide it is time to finish him off. I kiss his dick and dig in, focusing my effort on sucking as sloppily as I can. Driving him over the edge he moans one last time and cums a river.

I drink all I can and some of it escapes between the sides of my lips.

I climb back up to see the state of my boyfriend. He looks pleased, smiling like the winner of the lottery leaning on top of the table caressing his belly. His smile is the sunshine that covers my world, and I feel a pride overtake my chest. I can't get over how lucky I am to have him for me and me alone. I get close to him and I kiss him tenderly.

He opens his eyes and smiles at me with a pleased expression that says thank you as much as it says I want more.  

The table is a mess with the remaining food resting mostly on my end, we see each other and we know we cant let this go to waste. Besides Connor looks stuffed to his gills but I could do with some extra love.

He stands up and crashes at me in another passionate kiss.

“You have some cum on there” -pointing to the dribbles of cum on the corner of my lips.

He leans in and licks the residual cum and looks proud of himself.

“Tastes good but yours is way better, do you mind if I get some straight from the tap?” - he says looking down.

He moves the empty plates and utensils off the table and signals me to lay down. The cloth over the table is soft and makes me comfortable when it makes contact with my sweating back. A perk of having so much natural cushion back there.

The first time we tried to do this the table collapsed under our shared weight so we got the reinforced table for our regular encounters.

He leans on top of me and lets the weight press against me knowing it drives me crazy, he kisses me some more. When we break the kiss he goes down my body rubbing every crevice and every fold, playing with the softness on the way to my lower half.

When he is facing my dick, he stands up letting his belly press against my crotch

“Hi dude we see each other again”- he says to my dick while rubbing his belly against it

The pre runs around his belly as he continues to tease me. I feel his packed to the brim belly against me, and I can't wait for him to start so I try to hump his belly. He puts his hands on my legs and stops me.

“Hey we have to finish the food big guy, so get going” - he says while bringing a hashbrown to my face

I noticed he moved the food to be easily on my reach while laying on the table. I get to it right away and grab everything on sight, the hunger I had coming redouble mixing with my lust into a tidal wave I know too well. Sausages, strawberries and pieces of hashbrown fill my view while Connor makes me melt with his belly and fat rolls. He starts rubbing my dick on his belly button and I moan with a piece of waffle in my mouth

Connor starts to go down and I can feel his breath in my dick. I'm brimming with anticipation but I keep my focus on all the food.

“I need to hear you going big guy, It's the same deal you had with me but I think neither of us is ready to hold back for much longer. So, let's see”

He licks my dick and rubs it with his hand, keeping me at full mast while pretending to think long and hard.

“If you finish the rest of the food before I make you cum, I will invite you to dinner out today at your favorite restaurant, aaand you can do anything you want to me tonight. No buts or rebuttals, just free reign to your slow simmering. But if I make you cum first, we will have dinner on the local buffet to show everyone how is done and you will let me fuck you till sunrise”

“I don’t think you understand how a bet works. It sounds like I get a price in either case” -I say looking down to him playing with my dick all this time.

“Maybe but if you win you can edge and play with all my body for as long as you want, if I get my way it will be fast and loose for as long as I want”

I like the sound of that so I start to cram everything around me like there is no tomorrow.

“Hey no cheating” -he says while I glut myself

He gets started on my cock and I see stars, he is as voracious with me as he was with his food. Sucking for dear life. While I enjoy extending the fun, Connor loves to go as fast and strong as he can. Feeling his head bobble on my dick with so much strength I could swear he was trying to actually swallow my life force.

I feel myself getting close but my competitive side doesn't want to let him win so easily. I get hashbrowns by the pair and eat them in two to three bites, grabbing the waffles and french toast double fisting them, covering them in syrup so they go down easily. crumbs cover my chest and face, drips of grease fall on my cheeks and syrup runs down my neck as I go.

My stomach is getting full, Connor is getting me so close my feet curl and my brain gets fogged in ecstasy. And when the last piece of food hits my gut I let loose a final belch and cum in his mouth a bucket of seed.

He comes with his mouth full of my seed and drinks it in front of me making an exaggerated look of delight.

“Mmmm you taste so nice love, thanks for dessert”

We both stand up and see our mess, both bellies filled to the brim, balls empty and the table a disaster. Another good morning in my book.

Since I came after the last thing hit my gut I won, but we decided to do both ideas. At lunch we will go to my restaurant and, at dinner we can glut at the buffet. And when we come back home we can do everything under the heavens. There is no rush though, we have all the time in the world to explore our options.

After cleaning the kitchen we get to the shower and we play with our bodies while we help to clean each other. But we stop before having another session in the shower, we have to save some energy for later.

With a full stomach and both clean we set ourselves in the coach in front of the tv. He leaned against me like that night in the watchtower and we took turns rubbing each other's belly to settle the food we just ate.

“I love you Will”

“I love you too Connor”

“I hope you are ready to have more to love, cause we are not slowing down anytime soon”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way”-I reply and kiss him

I may not know what happened during our stay in Fort Celsus that caused everyone's changes. But if it leads to me having this moment with my best friend and now partner then I'm happy I got my name called in that list at bootcamp.

Hi again everyone, first of all thanks again for all the support and beautiful comments in my last posts. With this we are closing the story of Fort Celsus and Expanding Bootcamp, but the world of Connor and Will can always continue. I'm looking forward to more stories and new challenges from now on, so if any of you want to see something new from me let me know!

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[denaliwrites]

I'm So Hot I'd Fuck Myself

Peter Vincent x Fem!Reader

Part 1: I'm Starvin', Darlin', Let Me Put My Lips to Somethin'

Summary: (18+) Peter can't resist you once you put on your Halloween costume.

Soundtrack: I'm So Hot by Chrissy Chlapecka

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Filthy, filthy smut.

See, the thing was, you had seen that "what if Peter Vincent was a woman" fanart, too. He wasn't as slick as he thought he was, buying you that sexy female version of his Fright Night costume. You knew exactly where the fuck he was going with it before he ever said "I can't wait to fuck you in this."

You just didn't particularly mind.

And why would you, when he fucked you so good?

"Go get changed," Peter said the moment you stepped foot back in the penthouse, his voice unusually commanding. You could hear the thick trickle of desperation tightening his throat, and when you threw your eyes down, you could see that his jeans were getting tighter.

Oh, he'd been thinking about this the whole way back. The realization hit home and your core at the same time and it sent a nice little jolt of electric pleasure down your spine.

Without a word, you made your way to the master bathroom to get changed.

"And put my wig on!" Peter called after you.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, Peter was waiting for you on the bed, disrobed but for... well, a robe. His black silk one. You watched him from the doorway, and he watched you from the bed.

"God, you look... well, like me," he finally said, voice husky. Even without your eyes dancing downward you could tell he was probably the hardest he'd ever been. "You're so fucking hot, darling."

You smiled as you made your way to the bed. He watched as you wasted no time in crawling onto it, onto him, easily coming to straddle his slinky hips. Once you were settled, his hands trailed from your knees on a journey upwards, ending with a grip on the flesh just below where your thighs met your ass.

With his hands guiding you, your hips rolled, and the two of you moaned together as the friction sent a wave of pleasure through you both.

Peter was panting as you did it again with little encouragement. For your efforts, his thumbs curled around the fronts of your thighs, teasing at the edges of your lingerie. Another grind of your hips earned you his thumbs seeking your folds, delicately stroking your slit as you whimpered above him.

"Oh, that's it, doll," he purred, sinking a thumb in and homing in on your clit. He was gentle as he circled the nub, building your pleasure slowly. "God, you're gorgeous. You look so beautiful like this."

You whimpered in response, giving your hips a flick that netted you a moan from Peter. Looking down at him you smirked, doing it again to similar effect. "I'd look better with your cock inside me," you teased lightly.

"Oh, I know you would," he agreed with a growl emanating from somewhere deep in his throat. "But you've got a ways to go before you're ready for that."

His thumb danced around your clit again, and as it did he finally brought the other one forth, using it to tease at your entrance. You moaned, your walls flexing on nothing as your pleasure grew.

"That's it, darling," he praised you gently, as your hips desperately bucked into his ministrations. "Cum for me, darling."

It took little more encouragement than that for you to reach your peak. You let out a soft cry as you went rigid, walls contracting and feeling the rush of fluid Peter was no doubt waiting for.

He brought you down gently, easing you into that post-orgasm haze. You knew it wouldn't last long because he was about to fuck your brains out and make you cum again. But he was being kind by giving you a break. You appreciated it.

You let out a whimper as his hands withdrew from you. Foggily, you registered that he was sitting up, that his arms were wrapping around you and holding you close.

"Oh, you really are in a state, aren't you?" he asked in a deep chuckle, his lips grazing over your neck. You simply whined in response.

With his hands occupied, you took it upon yourself to reach down and brush your panties to the side so that Peter could enter you, and you took it upon yourself to find his cock, to guide it to your entrance.

You felt his moan as much as you heard it. Grinning, you lightly ran your fingers along his length.

"You're such a tease," he growled, thrusting up and missing the mark. It didn't matter, though, it still made you gasp. "I want my fucking cock inside you."

You didn't need him to say anymore, you were already on it even as he was speaking. Right as the last word left his lips, you finally guided him home, and you both moaned as he was enveloped in your depths.

"Oh, God, Peter," you panted, nails biting into his shoulder. "Fucking finally."

"Oi, shut up, bitch! You could've done that straight away!"

Despite his words, you could see in his eyes he was quite delighted to be fucking you, that spark of admiration and affection unmissable no matter how hard he tried to pretend it wasn't there.

"Big words for a man who decided to fuck me in the best position for me to get up and walk away whenever I want," you teased, lifting your hips off of his, leaving only his head inside you.

His grip on you tightened, keeping you locked like that. "You wouldn't."

"Peter, let me go."

It wasn't a real command -- you both knew it. Both knew you'd never. It was a test, and you were satisfied the moment his arms dropped away from you, allowing you freedom should you choose to take it.

But your freedom was in him, in the way he loved you and fucked you. So instead of leaving, you lowered yourself onto his cock, relishing in the absolute adoration in his eyes.

Wordlessly, his arms came back to wind around you, holding you firm and safe.

His mouth found your clavicle, lightly nipping the flesh there before he trailed downward, light kisses peppered over your skin until he reached the swell of your breasts.

"Oh, isn't this beautiful," he sighed as one of his hands shifted to cup the breast. "I could drown myself in these." He laid a few more kisses to them before his hand worked your costume and bra down so that they were exposed in full.

His tongue swiped over your nipple, sending a shock right through to your core. Your walls contracted, and he grinned. "Oh, should I do that again?" he asked tauntingly.

"Please," you begged breathlessly, your hold on his shoulders tightening. "Please, do it again."

He acquiesced, his mouth easily returning to the bud like his life depended on it. You all but wailed as pleasure flooded you.

"Oh, God, Peter."

"Don't you dare cum yet, you little slut," he growled into your breast.

"I-I won't," you only just managed to whimper.

But you were excruciatingly close. You weren't sure how much longer you could last, and you needed him to hurry the fuck up.

He thrust up into you a few more times, and you noticed with delight that he was rushing, erratic.

"I'm so close, Peter," you told him, your walls squeezing his cock as if to prove your point.

He didn't answer you, too lost in chasing his own orgasm. You didn't mind. Each thrust brought you closer, each swipe of his tongue or pull of his teeth sent more warm pleasure down into the pool building in the pit of your stomach. And you could feel that well starting to overflow.

"O-oh, fuck, Peter," you moaned, as his final thrust sent you over the edge. Your cunt tightened around his twitching length, the warmth he was releasing into you only heightening your orgasm. You let out twin cries in release, your grips on each other crushing you to each other.

And then, it was over.

He was the first to give, his arms dropping away from you as he collapsed back down into the plush duvet, panting breaths filling the otherwise silent air.

You managed to stay upright a little longer, turning to look out at the sparkling lights of the Vegas strip, gasping pants rattling through your chest.

"Fuck," Peter said.

"Yeah," you replied.

And then you let yourself collapse on top of him, all but melting into his chest. His arms, tired as they were, came up to pull you closer. At this rate, the two of you could probably meld together.

"Fuck, I'm hot. I'd fuck myself."

"Again?" you asked in a breathy chuckle, shifting your head to look up at him.

"Well," he started, conceding with a light shrug, "give me about half an hour."

[unreliablesnake]

Goodbye (Vincent de Gramont x reader)

Note: A follow-up drabble for this.

For all you knew, Vincent hadn’t signed the papers before you left him for good. You could only hope he would come to his senses and do it before your lawyer arrived the next day, but either way, you knew he would do it once he accepted you weren't coming back.

You were heading to your seat in first class, already sipping a glass of champagne like you always did during these flights. But today you truly needed some alcohol. Yes, it was you who left him, but it still hurt to know it was over. You wanted to make it work, you truly did your best to accept him with every flaw of his, but you reached a dead end with him.

While the other passengers began to arrive, you pulled out your ebook reader and dived into the book you had begun to read a few days ago. It was a romance novel, although there were comedic elements that made it truly entertaining. It was nice to get lost in a world where a relationship was working and everyone was happy.

One of the flight attendants suddenly began to explain that there will be an unexpected delay, but you didn't make much of it until it was announced that the flight was cancelled and everybody had to get off of the plane. A mechanical issue, they said. But you had a bad feeling, that maybe it wasn't entirely true.

A man your age you had met on the plane kept you company as you made your way back, but you choked on your carefree laughter when your eyes landed on Vincent. You should have known, the whole last minute mechanical failure was so fake in retrospect. They would have known sooner, not two minutes before take off.

“Who is he?” he demanded, his eyes fixed on the poor guy on your side. “I thought you said you weren't seeing anyone.”

“I'm not seeing anyone, we only met on the plane.”

The man next to you shifted uncomfortably before saying, “I'll leave you two alone.”

“Thanks. Good luck with the wedding,” you told him with a warm smile, even waving as he walked away.

Your back was to your dear husband, and you were thinking about leaving him there. You didn't want to talk to him. There was absolutely nothing to talk about. Well, except for two things–the cancelled flight and the divorce papers.

With a sigh, you turned around and gave him a tired look. “Did you have anything to do with the cancellation of my flight?” you asked as you stepped a little closer.

“I can't just let you go like this, I had to do something,” was all he said, as if it was perfectly normal. “I won't sign those papers either. I love you. I don't want you to leave me.”

“Vincent, it's over. I don't want anything from you anymore.”

He bit on his lower lip before putting his hands on his hips and turning away for a moment. You could tell it truly hurt him. That wasn't your intention, you always hoped he would take it well. But he clearly didn't. All of a sudden you felt guilty for doing this to him.

But no, you couldn't give in. You couldn't let him manipulate you and make you stay somehow. The only direction you were willing to go from this airport was New York. Or hell, any other city in the States as long as you could leave. Paris was beautiful, but it wasn't your home anymore.

“Just one more night,” he suddenly said. “Stay for one more night and think it through.”

With a sigh, you put your hand on his arm as you stepped closer. “I'm not going anywhere with you. I loved you, I truly did, but it's over. Sign the papers. Please,” you asked him.

Silence fell between you, but you could tell he was about to say something. He probably wanted to object, but he didn't speak up because he now knew you wouldn't stay. But then he took a deep breath and said, “If you ever change your mind, if you want to come back, I'm here. I'll be waiting.”

Smiling at the thought, you stood on your toes and softly kissed him. “You deserve someone who loves you. I'm not that person anymore.”

“I'll miss you, love” he told you as he pulled you into a tight hug.

[nm24484]

PROPERTY OF SMITH'S GROVE SANITARIUM

Case Number: 131 Patient: Myers, Michael Date Of Birth: 10/19/57 Admitted By: State Date Of Admission: 11/1/63 Status: Standard

Details

Michael was admitted to Smith's Grove Warren County Sanitarium by the state after his parents, Peter and Edith Myers found that he had fatally stabbed his sister, Judith Myers, on Oct 31. Michael's parents returned home to find him in their front yard, knife in hand, and with a blank expression.

In a statement by Peter Myers to the head of the Smith's Grove psychiatric board, Dr. Adam Vincent, he remarks on Michael's apathetic nature. The following is the previously mentioned statement:

"Michael was always a different boy: no friends, no pets, and barely ever spoke.

All Michael did was sleep, eat, brush his teeth, repeat. Sure, he had a life outside of his daily routine, but it wasn't much.

Kids at school would pick on him, and I even saw it when I dropped him off at school, but it didn't look like he cared. I just don't understand him, and I don't think I ever will. I hope you can fix my boy, doc. It won't bring my daughter back, but please fix him'.

Upon arrival at Smith's Grove, Michael was immediately seen by Dr. Adam Vincent.

Dr. Vincent attempted to interview Michael, but Myers simply would not speak. The following is a transcript from the failed interview.

[start]

Dr. Vincent: My name is Dr. Adam Vincent, the date is November 1st, 1963, and I'm joined by a newcomer, Michael Audrey Myers. He is six years old and was admitted to Smith's Grove by the state after murdering his sister with a large kitchen knife. Now that we have all of that out of the way; how are you, Michael?

Myers: (Silent).

Dr. Vincent: Do you feel bad for doing what you did?

Myers: (Silent).

Dr. Vincent: Your father told me you were quiet, but I didn't know you were this quiet, haha.

Myers: (Silent).

Dr. Vincent: Patient appears to be severely withdrawn, his eyes only staring forward, and with no movement whatsoever. Sorry about that, Michael: I have to record this little talk we're having, but you know what? It would be an even better talk if you would say something to me.

Myers: (Silent).

Dr. Vincent: Fine, how about this: why did you kill Judith, Michael? Your own sister. She was minding her own business, and you stabbed her to death with a knife. Why, Michael? Why would you do such a thing?

Myers: (Turns to face the wall).

Dr. Vincent: Michael? Why don't you want to look at me? Did I upset you?

Dr. Vincent: (Touches Myers on the shoulder).

Myers: (Immediately removes Dr. Vincent's hand from his shoulder).

Dr. Vincent: The patient is shutting me out completely. I'm going to have to shut down this interview if you can call it that. Do you want to say goodbye, Michael?

Myers: (Silent).

Dr. Vincent: That's what I thought. Well, goodbye, Michael.

[End]

After the interview, Myers was escorted to his living quarters in the children's wing of the facility. Upon arriving at the children's wing, Myers was to be photographed, as per facility

rules. Complications arose when the flash on the camera went off. As the picture was taken, Myers immediately turned his back to the photographer, resulting in a blurry, incoherent photo.

After a bit of coaxing Myers, the photographer was able to get him to face forward. The photographer claimed to have covered the flash with a towel, thinking that Myers was alarmed by the sudden bright light. However, the resulting photo was that of Myers' silhouette, rendering the photo useless. The photographer cited Patient Admission Guideline 2' when confronted by Smith's Grove director, Thomas Blythe

The photographer stated that nowhere in 'Patient Admission Guideline 2' does it say that one is obligated to take a photo that shows the patient's face. The photographer further argued that Myers was a "stubborn little guy", not allowing him to take a proper photo. The said guideline has since been updated.

Due to this loophole, Myers's admission photo was left as it was.

On November 2nd, Myers was to be given a mandatory psychological evaluation.

Before the state was to decide on whether to keep Myers for a finite time or indefinitely, his mental state had to be examined by a specialist in child psychology. Dr. Adam Vincent referred Myers to Dr. Samuel Loomis, an expert in child psychiatry.

Dr. Loomis was given the assignment at 10:31 AM by Dr. Vincent, and the evaluation was to take place at 1:00 PM. However, the evaluation had to be set back to 2:28 PM, because Myers was engaging in uncooperative behavior.

Myers refused to leave his living quarters. No matter what staff would say or do, Myers would only sit on his bed, looking straight at the wall. As per facility rules, especially in the children's wing, staff are to find any other means of getting patients out of their room before resorting to physical removal.

Dr. Loomis eventually came to Myers's living quarters in an effort to get him out through persuasion.

According to witnesses at the scene, Dr. Loomis knelt by Myers' bedside, looking up at his face. Loomis, still looking directly at Myers, reached into his coat pocket, pulling from it a piece of paper. Dr. Loomis unfolded the paper, revealing to Myers a photo of his house. Myers slid from his bed and onto the floor, following Dr. Loomis out of his living quarters.

The following is a transcript of the evaluation.

(See page 4.)

[start]

Dr. Loomis: It is November 2nd, 1963. My patient, Michael is sitting across from me - (whispering) I'm talking about you, pal. (Normal tone) and he hasn't uttered a word since his arrival at Smith's Grove sanitarium, at least not that we've heard. Alright, friend: why have you followed me here?

Myers: (Silent).

Dr. Loomis: [whispering] Could it be because I showed you a photo of your home? Do you want to go home, friend?

Myers: Home.

Dr. Loomis: Ah, see? You can speak to me, Michael. I won't bite. Now, why are you here?

Myers: Judith.

Dr. Loomis: Right; Judith. What do you remember about Judith?

Myers: Sister.

Dr. Loomis: Indeed, Michael, indeed. You're doing very well. Since you're doing so well at answering my questions, I think you deserve a reward. How about candy, Michael? Here, take it.

Dr. Loomis: (waits for Myers to take candy).

Myers: (Slowly reaches out to retrieve candy).

Dr. Loomis: There you go. Go on: eat it. It's cherry.

Myers: (Motionless, silent).

Dr. Loomis: Well, you can eat it whenever you feel like. Now, let's talk about what happened to Judith. Do you want to talk about that, Michael?

Myers: (Silent).

Dr. Loomis: You won't get into any trouble.

Myers: (Silent).

(Dr. Loomis is Right.): Let's move on then. You were trick or treating, right? How much candy did you get? was it any good, or just tons of apples that old geezers like myself hand out?

Myers: Judith.

[see page 51)

Dr. Loomis: Oh, well what about her, Michael?

Myers: Alone.

Dr. Loomis: was she alone?

Myers: Me.

Dr, Loomis: Why were you alone?

Myers: (Silent).

Dr. Loomis: Was she meant to be babysitting you, Michael?

Myers: Judith.

Dr. Loomis: Yes, Michael: Judith.

(Silence)

Dr. Loomis: How do you feel about Judith?

Myers: What?

Dr. Loomis: How do you feel about Judith, Michael? Was she nice to you, maybe a bit mean like my sister was?

Myers: Feel.

Dr. Loomis: Yes, Michael. How do you feel about Judith?

Myers: (Silent).

Dr. Loomis: Do you know what "feel'" means, Michael?

Myers: (Silent).

Dr. Loomis: To feel is normal, Michael. We all feel, in some way or another.

Myers: (Silent).

Dr. Loomis: We all get happy, sad, angry, and so on and so forth. Do you ever get angry Michae]?

Myers: (Hangs head).

Dr. Loomis: Do you ever get sad?

Myers: (Silent).

Dr. Loomis: Do you ever get happy?

Myers: (Silent).

(see page 6]

Dr. Loomis: I see. Your silence speaks much louder than your words, Michael. would you like me to explain my feelings to you?

Myers: (Raises head).

Dr. Loomis: Alright. Well, feelings are what make people happy, sad, or angry. Right now, I'm happy to be with you, but I'm sad that you don't know what my feelings are. Do you feel anything like happy, sad, or angry right now, Michael?

Myers: (Silent).

Dr. Loomis: Oh, Michael: how confused you must be in this world. You know, I once met a little boy, not much older than yourself, who didn't know what his feelings were. I taught him the idea, how to understand what people are feeling, and so on. Do you want me to begin teaching you too, Michael?

Myers: (Silent).

Dr. Loomis: We can do that later. Right now, let's just focus on this moment. Where are we, Michael?

Myers: Room.

Dr. Loomis: Yes: we're in a room. What color is it?

Myers: White.

Dr. Loomis: Where is this room? What is the big building built around the room called?

Myers: Smith's Grove.

Dr. Loomis: You're right, Michael! And what's today's date? What number of days in the month of November are we in right now?

Myers: 2nd.

Dr. Loomis: Good job, Michael. You're a bright child: you just need some help is all. Well, that's all the time we have for now, Michael. It was marvelous talking with you, my friend. I look forward to our next talk, but until then, take care, my friend.

Myers: (Escorted from the room).

Dr. Loomis: Michael seems to be experiencing the classic symptoms of childhood psychopathy: no emotion, no understanding of right or wrong, no moral compass.

Michael, as distant as he may seem, is very lucid, and very much aware of his surroundings. It would appear that all he does is listen, watch, learn.

If his father's statement is accurate, I would say that Michael could even be experiencing obsessive compulsions. We'll see where this leads us, but for now, I would advise holding onto him until we can figure out why he murdered his

[End]

Following the conclusion of Dr. Loomis' interview, Myers was once again taken for his mandatory admission photograph. In this instance, the photographer opted to use lighting from an open window and even implemented overhead lighting. Said photo can be seen below.

The photographer stated that this method of photography was easier for Myers, as he didn't move a muscle during the process. After the successful photo shoot, Myers was escorted back to his living quarters. Additionally, Myers was gifted a notebook and a box of crayons, as requested by Dr. Loomis.

The idea behind this gift, as Dr. Loomis worded it, was to "possibly get a glimpse into Michael's psyche". Dr. Adam Vincent approved the gift and allowed Myers to use it whenever he wished.

On November 9th, Myers was scheduled for another appointment with Dr. Loomis.

In this instance, Myers showed no resistance or hesitance in following Dr. Loomis out of his living quarters.

Loomis remarked on Myers' sudden cooperative nature, citing it as the "beginning of a bond of trust".

The following is a transcript of Myers and Loomis' 2nd interview.

(See page 8.)

[starti

Dr. Loomis: Welcome back, Michael. I see you have that notepad I gave you. Do you like it?

Myers: (Silent).

Dr. Loomis: You can show me what you've drawn if you'd like.

Myers: (Extends arm to Loomis, giving him said notepad).

Dr. Loomis Let's see... Very good, Michael! Is this smiling girl your sister? (Points to Myers' drawing).

Myers: (Silent).

Dr. Loomis: Well, whoever it may be, you did a good job, my friend. (Flips through pages of notepad).

Dr. Loomis: Oh. Michael. What is this? (Points to Myers' drawing).

Myers: (Silent).

Dr. Loomis: She has a big smile, but it seems she's hurt, isn't she?

Myers: What?

Dr. Loomis: In the drawing, Michael. You drew a happy smile, but she's badly hurt. Looks like she may have been hurt by a sharp object.

Myers: Hurt.

Dr. Loomis: Oh, my boy. Do you not know what it means to be hurt?

Myers: (Hangs head).

Dr. Loomis: When you hurt someone, it can make them sad, angry, or even afraid. To be afraid is another feeling, Michael.

Myers: (Silent).

Dr. Loomis: (Plips through pages of notepad) Ah, see? Now this one is just right, my friend. (Points to Myers' drawing).

Myers: (Looks up at drawing).

Dr. Loomis: A big, happy family, right? Very good job.

[see page 9]

Myers: (Silent).

Dr. Loomis: Now, all I ask is this: why have you drawn the mother, father, and sister in black, but not the son?

Myers: (Silent).

Dr. Loomis: Could it be that you don't like them? Maybe they were mean to you?

Myers: (Silent)

Dr. Loomis: I know plenty of children who had mean families, Michael. It's alright to talk about it.

Myers: (Silent).

Dr. Loomis: Well, I quite like the picture: shows character.

Myers: (Silent)

Dr. Loomis: (Plips through pages of notepad). Oh, would you look at that? Is that man meant to be me, Michael? (Points to Myers' drawing).

Myers: (Silent).

Dr. Loomis: I ask because of the little boy sitting across from the man. Do you know what strikes me about this drawing?

Myers: (Silent).

Dr. Loomis: The man isn't drawn in black; he's drawn in blue.

Myers: (Silent).

Dr. Loomis: The boy is still drawn in red but the man is in blue. Blue is a tranquil, relaxing, and beautiful color.

Myers: (Silent).

Dr. Loomis: (Looks at the clock). Well, my friend, it appears that we're out of time. It was wonderful to speak with you again, Michael Just like last time, I'll be back, my friend. I'll be back.

Myers: (Escorted from the room).

Dr. Loomis: It would seem that Michael is far more expressive in his drawings than in his words. His actions speak for themselves. His deliberate, rigid movements may signify a certain discomfort, but that is just speculation.

An enigmatic, psychopathic young boy, but not a lost cause by any means. His father will be visiting him tomorrow, so I must remember to be present for that meeting. Now... Where is my? Well, I seem to have misplaced my pencil. I guess I'11 just have to keep a mental note of that meeting.

(End]

Approximately two hours after Michael Myers' appointment, Edith Myers, his mother, visited the facility. Mrs. Myers appeared distraught, according to Abigail Lancer, the Smith's Grove receptionist. Mrs. Myers exhibited behavior perceived as "sporadic", and "fidgety". Ms. Myers wished to deliver a message to the psychiatric board, insisting that it was "urgent".

Ms. Lancer attempted to calm Mrs. Myers, but the situation only escalated.

Through so-called "frantic rambling", Ms. Lancer was able to decipher some of Mrs. Myers's messages to the facility. "Don't let Peter sees him, "Don't let him get out of this fucking place',

', and "Michael isn't human" were some of the sentences Ms. Lancer could decipher.

Mrs. Myers was escorted out of the facility by security, still ranting and raving about her son, Michael. This message was passed down to Dr. Adam Vincent, who then passed it on to Dr. Samuel Loomis. Loomis then decided to tape his thoughts on the situation. The following is a transcript of said tape recording.

(See page 14.)

On November 10th, at 7:30 AM, a mandatory shakedown was performed in Myers' living quarters.

Orderlies searched underneath Myers' bed, between the sheets, and even searched his person, but found no cause for concern. Myers was cooperative throughout the process, earning him the right to proceed with his father, Peter Myers' visit.

The visit was scheduled for 1:00 PM, giving Myers time to see Dr. Robert Callahan, Smith's Grove physician.

Callahan tested Myers's seemingly limited range of motion: checking for muscle stiffness, hernias, broken or fractured bones, and possible head injuries, but found nothing of the sort. Dr. Callahan noted Myers' unwillingness to be touched, stating that he would "take a step back, turn his back to me, or begin to walk away. He wasn't as difficult as the schizos, but still a pain in the ass".

Myers' physical lasted a span of approximately 40 minutes: stretching from 11:20 AM to 12:00 PM, due to his less-than-ideal behavior. Upon concluding the checkup, Dr. Loomis was sent to escort Myers to the visitation room. Peter Myers arrived at approximately 12:40 PM to check in, bringing with him one of Michael's possessions. The item in question was a defaced birthday card.

[start]

Dr. Loomis: Alright. All set to talk.

Peter Myers: Thanks, doc. Hey, Mikey. What's it been like here?

Michael Myers: (Silent).

Peter Myers: Thought you said he was talking to you, Loomis.

Dr. Loomis: Take your time, Mr. Myers. Michael will open up in due time.

Peter Myers: (Sighs). Fine. Anyway, I brought you this, (Remove birthday card from coat pocket).

Dr. Loomis: Michael, did you draw on that card?

Michael Myers: (Silent).

Peter Myers: He did. It was for his 5th birthday, and we found it again in his room with all of these drawings on it.

Dr. Loomis: Oh, Michael: why have you done that to your birthday card?

Michael Myers: (Silent).

Peter Myers: Michael! why did you draw this on -

Dr. Loomis: There's no need for shouting, Mr. Myers.

Peter Myers: Loomis, he's my son.

Dr. Loomis: But we don't want to upset Michael, do we?

Peter Myers: Upset him? Upset him?! Doctor, Michael killed my daughter!

Michael Myers: (Hangs head).

Security guard: (Opens door). Is everything okay in here?

Dr. Loomis: Yes, everything is -

Peter Myers: Yes, yes, yes. Everything's fine.

Security guard: Alright then. (Closes door).

Peter Myers: (Whispering). Michael, look at me. I just wanna know why, Michael. Why would you do this to us? What did Judith do to deserve that?

[see page 17]

Michael Myers: (Silent).

Peter Myers: (Normal tone). That's why I brought your birthday card. I wanted to see if it would trigger some kind of reaction. I wanted to see if maybe, just maybe it would remind you of why you did it. I don't know why I thought it would work, because Mister Big Time Shrink over here is supposed to know all that psycho stuff, but I'm desperate.

Michael Myers: (Silent).

Peter Myers: (Voice trembling). I should've known you'd do this. I - I just couldn't admit it to myself.

Dr. Loomis: Admit what?

Peter Myers: (Stifled sobs). That Michael isn't like us. (Sniffling).

Dr. Loomis: When was this first apparent?

Peter Myers: (Sighs, sniffling). It always was. When Edith gave birth to him, we thought he was a stillborn. He wasn't crying, he wasn't moving, hell, he was barely breathing. The doctors scrambled to find out what was wrong, but he was as healthy as could be. The doctors couldn't explain it. They told us to keep an eye on him, so we did. (Sobs). Sorry.

Dr. Loomis: No need to apologize,

Peter. It's alright; go on.

Peter Myers: (Sniffling). Me and Edith would check up on Michael every night, just to see if our little boy was still (stifled sobs).. breathing. He was so quiet: never making noise or anything like

that. We never knew when he was hungry, so Edith breastfed him whenever we thought he went too long without being fed.

Dr. Loomis: Quite unusual. Go on, Peter.

Peter Myers: we thought he'd grow out of it, but he just didn't. He didn't learn to walk until he was four, and he didn't start speaking until he was five. God, the way he moves: it's inhuman. He's like an alien, Loomis.

Dr. Loomis: Let's not speak 111 of Michael, especially while he is in the room with

Peter Myers: Whatever you say, doc. You didn't have to bury the family dog.

Dr. Loomis: Go on...

Peter Myers: Rascal was a good, loving boy. That dog never hurt anyone. Actually, he'd sit in Michael's lap and lick his face whenever he got the chance.

Michael wouldn't even blink, he'd just sit there and stare at fucking nothing. One day, Rascal got all riled up by some kids playing outside. He wouldn't stop barking.

He had his paws up on the window sill, barking at those loud kids outside.

Dr. Loomis: What happened to Rascal, Peter?

[see page 181)

Peter Myers: (Voice trembling). I went to calm Rascal down, but when I got there, I saw him lying on the floor. (Stifled sobs). He - he was just laying there, you know? And Michael. Michael was just fucking standing there, looking at our dead dog. I yelled "Michael what did you do?", and that's when he said his first word.

Dr. Loomis: What did he say?

Peter Myers: "Quiet". He didn't even look at me. No, all that little shit said was "quiet", and stood there.. Doctor, do you believe in evil?

Dr. Loomis: No. Evil is a human construct, not an achievable state of being for anyone or anything. Nothing is black and white in this world, Peter.

Peter Myers: You gotta be blind then, doctor. You've seen what he's done, how he acts, what he draws, so how can you say you don't believe in evil?

Dr. Loomis: People are capable of awful things, but there's always a psychological reason behind their crimes. Nobody does anything without reason.

Peter Myers: You know, I had a little hope that you educated, fancy shrinks could fix him, but if you don't want to accept that there's nothing left of him, then there's nothing you can do to piece him together. You wouldn't fix a broken window if you couldn't see the cracks, right?

Dr. Loomis: Peter, Michael is not exempt from salvation. He just needs -

Peter Myers: Doc! There's nothing left! No understanding of life or death, right or wrong good or evil nothing!

Dr. Loomis: Peter, calm down -

Peter Myers: Michael! Look at me! Why did you kill your sister?!

Security guard: (Opens door). Is every -

Peter Myers: (Grabs Michael). Look at me!

Michael Myers: (Opens notepad, revealing a pencil).

Dr. Loomis: Michael!

Michael Myers: (Jabs pencil into Peter's neck).

Security guard: Hey! (Dashes to aid Peter.)

(Unintelligible shouting)

Security guard: He's bleeding out! Someone call an ambulance!

(Emergency alarm sounding off)

Dr. Loomis: My pencil.

[End]

What do you think?

[intimacyequalsdeath]

I’m pretty insecure about the way my smile looks so I often cover it when I do smile. I was wondering if you could do head cannons for the Sinclair brothers with a masc reader who covers his smile. Sorry if that’s confusing

Sorry for being so late with these headcannons anon but here you go!

Bo Sinclair:

@ The first time you did it, he would be very confused, "What in the hell are you covering your smile for darlin'" (bo totally calls his S/o darlin' no matter who they are)

@ If you were hesitant to tell him at first he would force it out of you but he would definitely try and ever so slightly pry.

@ Whenever Bo does find out why you cover your smile, He's angry, Not at you but at himself for letting you feel that way about yourself and not telling you how handsome he thinks you are.

@ Even though Bo would die if anyone saw his softer side, he's definitely going to try and make it up to you so you know just how he feels about you.

@ Bo totally doesn't get advice on how to be a softer boyfriend from Vincent... Totally not.

Vincent Sinclair:

~ The first time you cover your smile in front of Vinnie, He's hurt. He of all people know what it's like to be self conscious of the way you look so though he understands, he's very upset his own muse feels the same way he does.

~He also would be lying if he said he wasn't hurt you didn't tell him, As I just stated Vincent before anyone knows what it's like to be self conscious,

~If Bo so much as even breathed at you wrong about it Vinnie would jump into action. Vincent loves his brother but he's not going to stand for his asshole remarks against his partner.

~ Will encourage you to talk to him about your feelings, Where our resident silent but deadly babe can't promise great conversation he can promise to lend an ear with no judgment attached.

~ Expect to start seeing drawings and sketches of you around his workshop, If all else fails and he can't somehow convince you your gorgeous, He'll do his damdest to show you.

Lester Sinclair:

= Lester (Bless his heart) Doesn't notice at first, It's not that he doesn't pay attention to you, he does, It's just that he probably wouldn't take you covering your smile as anything bad. If anything he thinks it's him.

= If he notices you start to do it, he'll ask you about it, it takes a lot of courage though, as by this point his mind is full force telling him that it's something wrong with him and half expects to get broken up with.

= When you explain to him what's wrong, he's happy he didn't get dumped but still a bit confused, If our trash baby doesn't fully understand why please explain it to him best you can, He's trying his best.

= Even if after all the explaining he doesn't fully understand, He will still try his best to help you out, Expect to get whisked into the cab of his truck on his roadkill runs and talking to him for as long as you want about it

= Lester may not be the smartest when it comes to social ques and things like that, But if there is anything he is sure of, it's that he loves you to death and thinks you are the most handsome person he's ever met.

[jinwoosungs]

{ 59 }

what it feels like to surprise him.

vincent fabron (CHAMBER) x fem.reader

to say chamber was pissed would be a complete understatement-

just what gave you the right to blatantly ignore him for so long??

granted, he had been quite busy with his missions and designing some new weapons, but he always made sure to free up his schedule in order to spend time with you.

so why was it when he entered the comfort of your shared room, you were nowhere to be found?

why did it seem like each time he made plans to take you out somewhere, you would always reply back by stating how busy you were before darting out of his embrace?

and the nights, oh, those long nights when he would come home from a grueling mission would be the worst. he wanted nothing more than to hold you, but you would already be sound asleep, making chamber feel guilty at the thought of waking you.

just what was going on? what was making you become so distant with him?

were you cheating on him? had you really managed to find someone better than him?

more often than not, chamber would scoff at such ridiculous thoughts, for who could ever possibly match up to him? he was the full package. rich, devastatingly handsome, and vastly intelligent.

yet sometimes, his insecurities would ultimately win, filling him with an almost indescribable despair.

was there someone out there who could give you the things that he couldn't?

was there someone out there who was willing to dedicate more of their time to you?

was there someone out there who didn't have such a checkered past like him?

yet even with all these questions circling around his mind, chamber didn't think he'd be strong enough to let you go easily-

at least, not without a fight.

today had been pretty uneventful at protocol, and his mind was so distracted with thoughts of your possible betrayal. millions of scenarios ran through his mind of what he should do when it came to saving your relationship. his footsteps echoed throughout the marble flooring of his mansion, and while he worked on loosening his tie, he was almost stunned on the spot upon hearing the sounds of your giggles.

"oh jacques, i love you so much! you're so cute!"

red hot anger was felt coursing through him when he marches toward the living room, following the sounds of your laughter. you had never once called him cute, and it had been so long since he last heard your declaration of love for him-

and you had the nerve to invite another man into his home?! oh, he was going to teach that poor man a lesson, ready to inflict an enormous amount of damage to the prick that had stolen your heart with his tour de force if he had to.

with his fists clenched, chamber pushes up his glasses back on to the bridge of his nose, ready to rip whoever this jacques was away from you. so when he finally steps into his living room, ready to confront you and your new lover, he ends up feeling all of his anger melt away upon facing what was actually in front of him.

in your arms had to be the most adorable toy poodle with a dark blue and gold ribbon wrapped around its neck. his curls of fur were off white in color as his dark, puppy dog eyes were looking at chamber in absolute and unconditional adoration. the toy poodle lets out a series of energetic barks before launching himself out of your arms and runs across the room to reach chamber.

immediately, the french marksman softens at the sight of such an adorable puppy. he kneels down so that the puppy could reach him, allowing him to settle against his expensive dress pants. chamber could feel his claws dig into the front of his shirt as the excited puppy gave him a series of wet kisses.

"ah, i assume that this is jacques, mon amour?"

you nod, standing back to your full height to join them. "yes, and i'm sorry for being so distant these past couple of weeks, but i wanted so badly to surprise you with jacques."

he chuckles richly, embracing jacques while beckoning you to come closer. you follow his directions and settle yourself on his lap with jacques pressed excitedly between both of your forms. he brings you closer, pressing his lips against your temple all while admitting, "i was so afraid you had found someone new. in fact, i was this close to using tour de force had jacques turned out to be another man."

"vincent! that's awful, i would never find another man!"

he laughs once more, grabbing a hold of your chin to press a lingering kiss against your lips, "i know i know, mon cœur. now that i know better, i promise you, you have my complete trust. just please, swear to me that you will not reject my affections for so long anymore. i hated such unnatural silence, my love."

you giggle and nuzzle the tip of your nose with his all while petting jacques, "i promise, vincent. never again will that happen. i was just so afraid that i would ruin the surprise if i spoke to you."

he grunts, "i'd rather you ruin the surprise and have your affections at all times, mon amour."

chamber surges forward, capturing your lips in yet another bruising kiss before gently biting down against your bottom lip, earning a gasp from you when you feel him whisper, "now, i believe you owe me the privledge to make up for some lost time, mon cheri."

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[freelanceexorcist]

Some more comments on the demo.

I'm not able to play it because I don't have a PS5 and there won't be one in the cards for a while, but I at least found a good, thorough playthrough that didn't have some streamer yammering over the dialogue, so that will have to do.

I'm writing as a I watch, so there's gonna be a lot here.

Cut for Rebirth spoilers (and a Game of Thrones one) and length.

-I loved seeing Sephiroth act and speak so casually! Back then, he really was just a guy, huh?

-And holy crap, is that seriously Caleb Pierce doing the voice of Shinra Security Officer Who Is Actually Cloud? Kinda on the nose, but I like it. Maybe in Cloud's dumpster fire of a psyche, not only does he remember being the SOLDIER 1st Class, but he remembers Zack as being the security guard.

-OMFG, Master Zangan! LOL, this fuckin guy. Three seconds after meeting Cloud he's feeling him up! And man, he's got some huge Patrick Warburton energy going on.

-Only three beds in the room at the inn? Guess one of the boys is gonna have to double up with Sephiroth.

-Let me just state for the record that I really like Cloud as a character. That said, when he was a teenager? He was, uh...a wee bit of a creeper. His favorite spot to hang out just happens to face what I assume is Tifa's bedroom window. And what does he do when he knows he's alone in the house? Goes into her bedroom and starts going through her stuff. At least the ladies called his ass out for that this time, because that sequence never did sit right with me.

-I'll bet Sephiroth was ready to buy Random Villager Guy a drink. RVG keeping those looky loos and stans away like a champ! He even had to keep them away from the INN! I really understand why he wanted nothing to do with the "hero" role. Yep, let Genesis go be the Taylor Swift of the FFVII-verse and see how HE likes it.

-Tifa is so tiny next to Sephiroth! Then again, everyone is. Dude's a freakin' TANK.

-Wow, that photographer's an even bigger asshole this time around. Seriously, dude? Taking a picture not only without Sephiroth's permission but when his back is turned?

-The "oh...FINE!" body language when Cloud asked, though.

-And I reiterate. Sephiroth. SUCH a bro here. All I hear is Clark Kent when he talks.

-So it just occurred to me that Sephiroth was deliberately the first one to fall in the river because he knew he'd have to save everyone and he didn't even know how far of a drop it was. That bridge collapsed under the sheer weight of his balls.

-And his horror and devastation at losing one of his men will never not gut me. Everyone was dry by the time he got back, so you know he was out there looking for that dude for a LONG time, too. That's a huge change from "sorry for your luck, pal, but we have a mission to finish." That's what makes his tragic fall all the more inexplicable. In the OG, his coldness had you thinking "yeah, I can see this guy having a Face-Heel Turn easy." But here? With him so protective of those weaker than him and his emotional investment in his people? You don't go from that to "burn them all," even when a severe mental breakdown is involved. I may talk more about this later. ("Oh. Yay." --everybody)

-*Sephiroth has joined the party*-

-Serious question: is there anything in the lore that I missed that states there's no PPE that can protect from mako? Because when Sephiroth said "mako this thick is very dangerous," I thought "maybe bring some respirators next time then?" Yeah, probably no NIOSH rating high enough to filter out spirit energy.

-Yep, definitely no love lost between Seph and the sperm donor.

-Yeah, Barret, it's not making a whole lot of sense to me either at this point.

-"Am I even...human?" Fuck. It's going even harder in Rebirth.

-And the library sequence. Double fuck. The rage in his voice at the end. The madness. And that strange breathing after he glitched? I'll bet he was trying to fight off Jenova and he failed. Sorry, Vincent, but I think Seph is the one that should be able to take out Hojo.

Aaaand that's enough self-imposed psychological torture for the day. I can't watch what comes next.

Jenova used his anger, his devastation and his sleep deprivation to get a toehold. Which makes me think, what if in the trilogy's lore she started piloting him? No, I don't mean controlling his mind or even heavily influencing him? What if she's using him as a vessel? I mean like the deities, angels and demons on Supernatural. She's driving the boat now, and he's in the back of his mind screaming, because he's aware of the things she's making her new meat suit do and he can't stop it.

I'm not trying to let anyone's dirty rotten CGI girlfriend-ganking butt off the hook here if anyone wants to accuse me of that sort of thing. I'm merely saying that burning a village full of innocents is not the actions to expect from the Sephiroth we've come to know in the demo. Yes, he's a SOLDIER who has probably had to do some very unpleasant things under orders, but there was no reason for this. Going from zero to genocide straight out of the blue is inexplicable, I don't care how bad the mental breakdown was.

It's just the only thing that makes sense at this point. People like him get angry, sure. They rage, sure. They swear vengeance on the people who wronged them, sure. But they don't kill innocent people because of it and in such a horrific way. At their most violent, they may find Hojo and try to see how loudly and for how long he can scream.

Bog standard villains don't get this kind of "good guy" lead up to their nefarious deeds, and he's getting that treatment big time from both Rebirth and Ever Crisis. That's usually only reserved for the Chaotic Neutral and redeemable types that were supposed to like. There's nothing in that backstory so far to suggest that he was capable of a Nibelheim-level mass murder. Sure, there's headcanons that he was just a fuse waiting to be lit, but nothing official even hints at that. This came out of NOWHERE.

Maybe I'm not seeing the big picture or whatever, but the extreme change in behavior, the senseless violence...why would FFVII do that to the audience? To torture us? That's just cruel. Even Game of Thrones didn't do the audience that dirty with Danaerys Targaryen (if you didn't see her Face-Heel Turn coming from a mile away, you were watching a different show than me, because she was always a Heel. She just brutalized people who had it coming until King's Landing.).

And I'm out. If you've managed to stick around this long or even read this at all, thank you. If you want to argue, please save it for another day because I'm REALLY not in the mood. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go drink. A lot.